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Title: 6 Snowbirds Tags: group sex, bisexual, voyeurism *(incest. group sex. bisex. "auditeurism". enjoy!)* The taxi's wheels half-splashed, half-crunched down the side street of slush. Whistling as he drove, the cabbie wheeled to the curb, sliding the last few centimeters. "There you go, folks. 911-13th Ave. Avalon Apartments. That'll be $21.50." Cooper McAllister dug into his wallet and handed over a bright Canadian twenty and a five. "I'm embarrassed to say that one winter in the USA has made our money look odd. Anyway, keep the change." 
"Thanks." The cab driver tucked away the money. "Watch your step there, ma'am." Lora McAllister gave herself a gold star for remembering to wear proper boots for the trip north. She stepped into the slop of ice and snow as carefully as the driver suggested. Cooper did a sliding step around the back of the car to offer his hand. Her big bear of a husband made a welcome anchor post, assuming he didn't do a flying splat on to the pavement himself. Reaching the freshly scraped concrete of the sidewalk felt like a successful mountain ascent. Having passed some magical boundary of responsibility, the cab tooted his horn and pulled away. A cheery shout came back to them, "You folks enjoy the great weather!" "My god, he's serious." Lora pursed a smile and shook her head. She hiked the collar of her green cloth coat around her neck. "Well, the snow is melting, the sky is blue and the sun is shining." Cooper looked up. "Though the Avalon is blocking it right now." Lora snorted, clutching her coat around her. "It's barely above freezing. Yesterday we were getting a last all-over tan session by the pool. I refuse to say this is 'great weather'." Shoving his hands deep in his jacket pockets and hunching up his shoulders, Cooper sighed and nodded. "I didn't want to admit we'd become a pair of namby-pamby snowbirds." "Well, we have. So deal with it." Lora huddled under her husband's arm, letting him be the wind break. Or, to be honest, the small breeze break. It still freshened the cold more than she liked. "Is there any chance we could stop enjoying the great weather and go inside?" She felt her husband's solid chest move against her face with a great intake of air. "Sorry, my queen. Just savouring the return of the old Canuck instincts. There's spring time in that air." "Hurry up, Cindy! I'm late for my own bachelorette party!" "Then they can't start without you. Get a grip, Akiko." Cooper and Lora turned as a pair of young women scampered in a clatter of boot heels up to the door of the apartment building. The length of leg exposed by their dresses made Lora feel more namby and even pamby about feeling the cold. She gave another shiver as she held Cooper's arm to the door, following the ladies. The foyer didn't really have the room to host four people. Personal spaces had to be temporarily adjusted, but being out of the fresh, fresh air made that a fair transaction for Lora. And there was no hardship being in tight spaces with these women. Laughing and rosy-cheeked, they had a hot kilowatt of charisma each. Lora felt Cooper shift slightly, stand a bit straighter, suck in a gut that really didn't exist and bringing a casual hand up to smooth his pepper & salt hair. She couldn't fault him in the least. She felt some interesting tingles going up and down her own body. "That's a lovely scent you're wearing. Or you're wearing. I'm not sure who, but it works very well scooched close up like this." 
Lora smirked to herself as Cooper let loose his charm. Totally uncontrived and natural as breathing for the big stud. Both young women laughed, but the bachelorette didn't turn from her examination of the building directory and intercom system. The tall woman with the full mane of walnut brown hair gave Cooper and Lora a winning smile with deep, twinkling eyes. Then she did a tiny double take. She frowned slightly with a cock of her head. "This sounds plain goofy, but do I know you?" He wishes, Lora thought to herself. And, with some pride at the sight of her distinguished man and his full head of thick hair, this chick should be so lucky. Cooper made a show of studying the radiant face before he smiled back. "I'm sure I'd remember. I don't believe I've had the pleasure." "Sorry." She looked back and forth between Cooper and Lora. "This is gonna bug me all day. I know there's a connection somewhere. I'm Cindy..." The intercom speaker blasted through the introduction in an explosion of static, music and voices. A voice shouted out of the tinny soundbox. "Who is it?" "It's Akiko and Cindy!" "What? Be quiet everyone! Who?" "It's the fucking guest of honour! Let us in!" The small woman bellowed. The door buzzed and unlocked. Akiko skipped through, Cindy right behind. The willowy woman paused, holding the door open for them to follow. Lora waved a thank you. "We'd better go through the formalities. Make sure he's even home." Cindy smiled and let the door close. Cooper took his turn at the button display, reading the list of names to find the correct code to punch, a finger going line by line. Lora watched through the glass as the dazzling Cindy and sinfully cute Akiko were met by a gaggle of women bursting from a door marked "Community Room". A toffee-skinned goddess with a blue and white paper party hat on top of her copper cascade of hair led the way with hugs and squeals. Lora gaped, feeling a rare pang of insecurity and age in the face of all that young beauty. The svelte young women jiggling about in chic sausage casings sent other potent surges and urges to wash away the insecurity. A humming purr of pleasure leaked out of Lora's throat. "What was that, dear?" Cooper turned from punching the code. "Holy jumpin' jeezus on a pogo stick. They're all gawdamn gorgeous!" He took an involuntary step forward to watch the flock of lovelies disappear into the Community Room. Lora admired that neither her husband or herself actually pressed their faces against the glass. "Roll your tongue back in your mouth, dear." Lora shakily smiled, giving her husband a prod in the arm. "They're young enough to be our daughter..." She stopped in mid-sentence. The cliche expression brought a blushing deep heat up her neck to her cheeks. Her eyes darted between the floor and Cooper. For his part, her words caused Cooper to swallow and his left eye twitched. The intercom squawked with their son's voice. "Hello? Who is it?" Lora gave herself a little shake, took a breath, and forced a steady tone to her voice. "It's Mom and Dad, dear." "Great! C'mon up!" The door buzzed like a saw again. Cooper opened the door and held it for Lora. The muffled roar of the bachelorette party filled the small lobby area. It held their attention for the few steps it took to reach the elevator, wondering what might be going on inside. "Afternoon." A smooth feminine voice snapped Cooper and Lora to reality better than a gunshot. A woman wearing a sweeping kaftan of black and deep burgundy joined them at the elevator, sorting through envelopes and a magazine. "A nice haul of actual mail today. Unusual in this day and age." This building wouldn't give them a chance to regain their composure. Nature, gravity and life caused the majority of women and men to sag and bag as 50 years rolled over them. Cooper and Lora had enough good sense to understand that nobody won a fight with Time. Every day a person got older, and that was the law. However, they decided they would at least go out with style and grace. Diet and exercise and the tiniest bit of discreet surgery kept them both, in all immodesty, looking damn good. And here, apparently, stood a woman with an identical philosophy. Lora took off her coat. She felt more than warm enough now. Cooper did the opposite, actually closing the bottom button. Ah. She sussed it out. The front of her hubby's pants had become a little tight and unseemly to public viewing. The dark kaftan pattern set off the cascade of blonde hair to perfection. Lora patted her own loose bob of black curls. The curl was natural, but the black came from a bottle, as would the blonde hair in front of her. Cooper told her regularly that her trim, vital body and energy meshed perfectly with the black of her youth. She did not intend to give up the dye until the first grandkid was born. "It's a very slow elevator." The woman smiled apologetically. She slowly looked the visitors up and down. The fires behind the blue eyes made Lora feel both naked and nude simultaneously. The first flushed her face with embarrassed heat. The second made Lora want to whip that kaftan up and over her head. Something in the way the lush curves moved under the silk suggested a complete lack of undergarments. "Let me guess...you're Zachary's parents?" Cooper grunted a half laugh. "How did you know that?" The blonde woman chuckled. "No witchery involved at all. He mentioned earlier this week he expected a visit. Quite excited about it, really." Once again the smouldering eyes appraised both the McAllisters. "And there is certainly a family resemblance." The elevator dinged and the doors slid aside. The three stepped aboard. Like the tiny foyer, the small elevator required a forced intimacy that no one seemed to mind too much. 
"Well, you've guessed it correctly." Lora stuck a hand out. "This is Cooper and I'm Lora. It's nice to know Zach has met people since moving here." "Oh, I'm being rude." The blonde shook hands, her nails elegantly manicured. Lora felt glad she had had a chance to touch up the swimming and sun damage on her own hand. "I'm Morgan. Zach and I met before he had actually moved in. When he was still apartment hunting. He's been a great neighbour ever since. Taking time to make a single, older woman feel wonderful. He has so many talents. You two did a marvelous job." "Umm, thanks." Cooper's rugged face had a sheen of sweat. "We did our best." The elevator dinged again. The McAllisters stepped out. Morgan gave a small wave with her magazine. "Delightful to meet you. Have a good visit." Cooper took a moment to whip off his coat. The material in the front of his trousers strained to keep the bulge contained. He looked down and shrugged helplessly. Lora snickered and gave the bulge a quick palm grope and squeeze. Nice and hard. He sucked in a sharp breath and glared at her. She affected an innocent expression and turned as an apartment door opened. "Mom!" Zach stepped forward and swept Lora up in a big bear hug. As big as his dad, he carried her into the entrance way of his home. "Put me down!" Lora laughed. "Have some respect for short people and old mothers." In her protests, she did notice that Zach had kept up his physical fitness routine. His chest had the same firmness as Cooper's and squashed her breasts in the way that made her wish for an all day hug. Her son set her back down on her feet, grinning. He turned to Cooper, closing the door to the hallway. "Dad!" Son and father enjoyed an awkward manly embrace as Cooper tried to keep his coat in front of his pants. Zach stepped back, chuckling and confused. "Here, I'll take that." 
Before Cooper could protest, Zach had his coat in hand and reached for a hanger. He stopped at the sight of the circus tent in his father's pants. Cooper spread his hands in helpless motions. His mouth worked and then he smiled a crooked smile. "You'll have to excuse the old man, son. Do you have any idea of the number of red hot sex bombs partying on the ground floor right now? Lora pursed a smile as Zach turned a bit red, busying himself with hanging their coats. He was always the shyest of her brood. "That'd be the bachelorette party. I forgot about that. Girls only, Dad, so whatever you saw is all you're going to get, I'm afraid." Cooper laughed. "A damned shame. I was hoping you could hook your Dad up with one or three of them." Zach blushed a little, again. Lora shot Cooper a reproving stare. "Well, yes I guess, but not, that is...it was posted on the Community Room calendar. I don't know if I..." 
Lora stepped out of her boots and took Zach's arm. "Never mind, dear. We've got days to hear all about your winter in a new city and a new life." She gave his muscular arm a squeeze. "I can't tell you how happy it makes me that you're blossoming so well with new friends and activities. When you left the old home town to move here, I was worried. Even with Harry living here, cross-country moves like that can either liberate or crush a person's spirit." 
"New friends? Who do you mean?" Zach seemed a bit nervous yet. "We met a charming woman named Morgan in the elevator." "Oh. Good." Zach swallowed and his left eye gave a little twitch. After these months apart, Lora had a new moment to marvel how much Cooper and his son looked alike, with a healthy dose of his mother's curly hair, if nothing else. No wonder Morgan spotted them right away. Lora's mind idly skipped to Cindy... "This is quite the set-up you have." Cooper walked into the immediate space from the door. Lora shook her head and paid attention as Zach perked up with pride. "This is my office-studio. 99% of the world would have this down as the 'living room'. Being self-employed is a solitary business. This way I can enjoy the big balcony windows while I work and see the world go by. Also, if a client actually comes by, I don't have to take them all through the apartment." Taking in the huge drafting table and computer desk combination across from the comfortable chairs, Lora smiled. "So you explained in your emails. It's a lovely arrangement." "Right. I keep forgetting what I've sent you. Or what Val or Harry might have passed on." "Just give us the tour as if we're newbies, son. We won't yawn at any repetition." 
Most of the remaining apartment had a typical layout. Lora felt pride in the male, but tasteful, decorating scheme. Her first born shared her artistic and creative aptitudes. Not that Val or Harry were dull. They and their father had lively imaginations that had other outlets. "That is an exceptional bed, Zach!" Cooper stepped into the room and gave a big, two palm push-bounce to test the mattress and the frame. "Solid as a rock. Big as a hockey rink." "You must get lost in all that space, dear." Lora ran a finger over the smooth red satin sheet and raised an eyebrow. She let her fantasies out for a romp across the king size spread. The fun that could be had on a bed like this. Lora made a note to replace the one at home as soon as they got back. "I take up a little more room than you, Mom." "But what about guests?" "Huh? What...?" "You're a fully grown man, Zach. I have no illusions or delusions that something other than sleeping goes on here." 
"Mom!" "Don't backsass your mother, boy." Cooper smirked as he plucked a photo off the wall. A black and white portrait captured a merry moment in the life of a bewitching Japanese woman. Her black hair swirled as she looked back over her shoulder and her eyes sparkled. "Would this be the delightful Linda, maybe, perhaps?" He waggled his eyebrows. 
Zach snorted at the teasing and half-smiled. "Yes, that's Linda. Though I think I might cancel tomorrow's supper rather than expose her to you two. I think all that southern sun is melting all your inhibitions!" Lora's stomach did a little flip at the comment, but she kept her smile from betraying the fact. Cooper hastily replaced the photo. "Uhmm...don't you dare. And I'm paying for that supper, for your information." Cooper followed his son into the kitchen, where good-natured arguing commenced on who picked up what cheque. Lora ran her tongue tip over her lips and stepped lightly back into the bedroom. It's definitely a law that mothers are allowed a little snooping. Her ear quivering to keep track of the men, Lora carefully slid the drawer of the night stand open. She expected only some cheeky evidence to prove her teasing correct. In point of fact, the drawer fairly bulged with packages of condoms in a selection of styles, two bottles of assorted top grade lubrication, a large bottle of massage oil and a several bright blue silk scarves. "Fuck me!" Lora couldn't stop the stunned exclamation from popping out, but she managed to throttle it to a whisper. The sheer quantity of sexual support gear demanded a repeat gasp. "Fuck me!" Then Lora realized her choice of words. Discovering her son to be a gawdamned sexual dynamo and responding with the bleat that someone fuck her. The lightning skipping through her veins now would not happen inside a conventional mother. Her nipples began to rise, and they were as hard to hide as Cooper's erection when fully aroused. A suggestion of moisture developed between her legs. Lora slid the drawer closed with a trembling hand. No, she could no longer make any claim to being a conventional mother. She tried to catch her breath as she stepped out into the hallway. Zach led the way with coffee mugs in each hand. The building's blueprints had this labeled as the 'master bedroom', but Zach had claimed it as his "social room". He settled his parents down on to the sofa before making the second trip of cookies and snacks. Lora felt she would burst from not being able to tell Cooper what she had discovered, but their son was too quick. "You have a good eye for furniture." Cooper ran his hand over the pseudo suede green fabric. "Not too many couches in this world that let us stretch right out." "What's the use of a couch that you can't sleep on? It was Val's bed when she visited." "What, you didn't share that colossal bed with your sister? She wouldn't take up much..." 
Cooper trailed off, his left eye twitching ever so slightly. Lora gnawed her lip and her darting, nervous eyes saw Zach's eye twitching in perfect synchronization with his father. Her mind began to speculate... Zach broke the stumbling silence. "Did Val's visit to you guys go well? Did she spill her big crazy plan?" "Yes." Cooper's big hands flexed as if gripping his nerves with brute strength. He spoke carefully and deliberately. "Yes, it was a very interesting visit. It really caught us by surprise. Her plan to move here, that is. That's what surprised us." Lora joined in. "We can't quite see the fascination of this town. I believe I'd been here once in my life before Harry made the move and now all three of my children will be living here. Harry had a great job opportunity at the time, so he makes sense. Your transplanting I sort of understand. I haven't seen Val so fired up about an idea since Kelvin proposed to her. What the heck did you do to your sister? " Zach's mug sloshed a tiny drop, which he caught with a napkin. He leaned out and took a cookie. "I guess she had a nice visit here. The way she told me, she wouldn't be so alone when Kelvin went on his business expeditions." He ate his cookie in one bite and pasted a smile on his face. Cooper readjusted his seat and recrossed his legs. He smiled softly. "I know you kids get along, but such an upsurge of brotherly-sisterly love is really something." Zach began to cough and choke. He waved his hand to stop his parents from leaping to their feet and stepped out to the bathroom. Keeping an ear out for her baby's condition, Lora turned to her smirking husband. She gave a half-smile and narrowed her eyes. "I think we're sharing a similar notion about our son. And our daughter." "I think we are." "You should see his bedside drawer. We need to buy some stock in safe sex businesses. Every pharmacy for blocks must be sold out of condoms." 
Cooper's thick eyebrows went up his forehead as his eyes widened. Then his smirk grew to a grin. "I've heard of late bloomers, but this is incredible. I guess a proper parent should be shocked or something. I'm feeling...jazzed." Lora cast a quick glance to the bathroom. The sound of water running came through the open door. She nibbled her lip. "Should we share our lifestyle secrets? About Val?" Wiping his big hand over his chin, Cooper hissed between his teeth. "Well, I..." Zach returned, smiling and a little red-faced. "Sorry about that. I guess those cookies are a bit dry." A sharp knock beat out the tune of "shave and a haircut..." throughout the apartment. Zach turned, quirking his lips. "I wonder who that could be. No intercom buzzer, so must be a neighbour. Excuse me folks. Sorry." The musical babble of excited female voices distracted both McAllisters before they could resume their discussion. Both their mouths opened in half-smiles of wonder and they cocked their heads to better listen. "Sounds like the bachelorette party is moving up here." They could pick out "scavenger hunt" and "tattoo" from the chatter, with Zach's deeper voice trying to explain he had company in the next room. Then the female voices made a clear chorus of "Please, please, please." and one distinct "we'll make it up to you". Zach appeared at the door. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Mom. Dad. You can probably tell it's a gaggle of girls from the party. They need my help for some sort of scavenger hunt. They're about three jello shots past their best company manners or logical discussion. Do you mind if I left you for a bit?" Cooper gave a short guffaw. "Son, jello shots are beside the point. You don't tell ladies that look that good 'no'. It's an investment in your future." Lora only nodded and made shooing motions with her hand. When Zach hesitated, she looked around and picked up the remote for the TV and waggled it. Zach grinned and disappeared, closing the door. The chatter muffled to near silence. She turned on Cooper. "Investments in YOUR future, you're hoping. I know you, my stud. Now that we're getting a sense of things around here, you're hoping your son can hook you up." "Idle dreams, my dear, only idle dreams." 
The closed door allowed one shriek of feminine laughter to slip through. Lora jumped to her feet. "If I can't see what's going on, I'm at least going to eavesdrop." Cooper clambered up and followed close behind. They opened the door a head's span and peeked down the short hallway, Cooper above and Lora below, like some zany sitcom. No people could be seen, but voices came clearly. "Okay, you want me to draw temporary tattoos? With indelible ink?" "Um...it does wash off eventually, doesn't it?" "Eventually. But they'll stay on through sweat and spilled drinks and other fluids that may splash today." A few giggles came of this. A throaty female voice spoke up. "Perfect. I'm going straight to a 19 point job." 
Another woman chuckled. The third (there seemed to be only three) gasped in a posh British accent. "Cindy, really?" "Listen, we want to win this thing, don't we? 2 points for a polite, public tattoo. Forget it. 9 points for a tattoo that would only be seen at the beach. Not bad. 19 points on skin only seen during sex." The sound of a long zipper running its course brought some appreciative murmurs and new giggling gasps. "Besides, it's not like Zach here hasn't seen the goods already." "For which I drop to my knees and thank my lucky stars every day." A husky pleasure resonated in Zach's voice. "That's my boy!" Cooper breathed a hot whisper in Lora's ear. His hand stroked up and down her side, from hip to the side of her breast. "Lucky sumbitch." "That's OUR boy." Lora whispered back, shifting back and bending enough to rub her butt into Cooper's resurging bulge. "Quite strutting your fine body around the room, girl. If you don't give Zach something to draw, all we'll get out of him is a hard fuck." "Ahem. I'll have you know that I am a professional. Artists see more nude women than doctors." 
The women laughed. Cindy broke in. "Okay, okay. I want a saucy monkey that looks like he's riding a unicycle, only it's my nipple where the unicycle is." "Ooh, good one. Let's give it a try. Sit in my chair here so I don't have to kneel. All right..." Cooper's palm ran over Lora's back in massaging motions, then dipped under and began to squeeze her hanging breast. Her nipple grew and rubbed against the soft material of her bra cup. She flexed her tight butt cheek to prod and mush against Cooper's trapped penis. Giggles and gasps popped down from the studio. "You have to sit still." "It tickles." "Some girl is having too much fun. That unicycle wheel is looking more like a barrel by the second." "I can't help it. They're sensitive." "I remember all too well." Cooper and Lora kept a relaxed motion of caresses, enjoying the "radio show". Cooper's hips softly pushed his groin rhythmically into Lora's wonderful cheeks. Meanwhile his fingers tickled and teased her skin through the material of her clothes. Every time he wandered back to her rock hard nipple, Lora gave a fresh whimper deep in her throat. Their physical moves might be slow and serene, but Lora's imagination crackled like a string of firecrackers. She created visuals of what she couldn't see in Zach's studio right now. Those images moved into the fascination of her bookish, quiet boy transformed into a sexual being. That bounced into the staggering evidence that Zach had left "normal" sex behind and soared into sex the majority of humans know only in fantasies and stories. If that was true, the sheer possibilities set her mind on fire. Then Cooper touched her nipple again and the whimper became a guttural moan. "How's that?" "Quite jiggling your tit. Oh, Zach, that's great! Go look at it in the mirror, Cindy." Blurry in brain and hot in body, the McAllisters managed to step away and back to carefully close the door. Not seeing a topless Cindy skip to the bathroom made Lora's teeth grind. Cooper muttered quietly into Lora's ear. "Is it totally out of the question to just go introduce ourselves? Please?" Lora took a deep breath and tried to be rational. "No. No. We can't. I want to, but we can't. This isn't some low budget porn flick. We can't assume Zach would be calm and cool with his parents barging out there. And the girls...if we're wrong at all, it'd be so messy." A couple of his own deep lungfuls of air and Cooper nodded. "When you're right, you're right." "I really, really hate being right." Cooper gave her a kiss on the top of her head. "I think it's safe to open the door." Carefully, she cracked, then opened the door. They resumed their positions. "...make up your mind, Marita. What sort of cat do you want? It's only a temporary tattoo." "Hush. My pussy needs respect. You pick, Zach. You're one of my hot little kitty's favourite visitors." 
"'Kitty'? Phooey. This pussy is a panther!" "Ooh, yes. Do that." A long pause. "Oh, my. Breath a little heavier while you're painting, baby. It's blowing smack on the right spot." Cooper leaned over and nuzzled through Lora's hair and on to the nape of her neck. She inhaled sharply and her eyes closed as the tongue tickled the tiny hairs. Her husband's hand went wide across her flat belly, massaging. "One panther, deluxe." "Oh, I can't see her over these stupid boobs. That bathroom mirror isn't low enough either. I know he's good, but how good?" "Honey, I think you need a few photos so you can that done as a real tattoo. Let me get my phone." "Good enough for me. Zach, sweetie, I can hardly wait until I have time to thank you properly for this." 
"Well...I'm giving you a group rate, so it seems only right that you pay as a group." "You are a naughty boy. Are all artists like you?" Zach's gasping moan travelled the length of the apartment. "Are all artists hung like you?" "I'd tell you two to 'get a room', but you'd just disappear down the hall at the speed of sound. We have to keep on the move here. What's it going to be, Astrid?" Lora felt sweat beginning to collect on her face and her breathing came deep and ragged. She dry humped harder back into Cooper's crotch as his hand pushed against her belly to bring her in. "You two nymphos are a very wicked influence on innocent girls like me. But, since Zach has his Artistic License and all, I guess it isn't truly stripping in front of a complete stranger, is it? Professional, as you said." "What's your tattoo choice, Astrid?" Zach's voice had a throaty quaver despite his claim to professionalism. Another long dress zipper sound underscored the chatter. "I've always fancied that man pushing a lawn mower across pubic hair as a laugh. But all I have to work with is this land strip. See?" "Umm...uh...how about we shorten it a bit with a razor, shaving at a sharp angle. Then a little man with a pair of hedge clippers." "Brilliant!" "I'll go get my razor." In a sexual daze, Lora and Cooper floundered back again to avoid being caught. They didn't move nearly as gracefully as the previous time and the door closed with a jerky click. Leaning against the wall, they waited with panting breath they couldn't quiet. They waited a long count of twenty. Zach didn't test the door. Once more Lora opened the doorway to voyeur...her overheated brain paused. "Voyeur" definitely meant to watch. With eyeballs. What was the listening version? "Auditeur"? "Marita, may I inquire why you're still prancing about in your nude glory?" "Only so poor Astrid doesn't feel self-conscious. And to make sure my tattoo dried completely." 
Cindy chuckled. "It's way too wet down there for five minutes in the open air to dry." "Oh, you are so right. I think I'll leave my panties here so both my kitties will have more than five minutes. That's all right, isn't it Zach? If I leave my panties here and come collect them later?" A zipper sound ascended the scale. Zach made some squeaky sound of agreement. Cooper growled in Lora's ear. Lora made much the same noise as Zach as her husband began to unbutton her blouse. He opened it enough to palm and caress her bare skin, slipping under the cups of her bra and tweaking her electric nipples. She pushed the door shut, uncaring if it latched quietly or not. 
Lora couldn't take her lips off Cooper as they fumbled back to the couch. She couldn't stop pawing at his arms, chest and anywhere she could reach. For all their experience, the mystery of buttons and zippers seemed beyond solving. He fell with a muffled thump on the couch and Lora swung a lithe leg to straddle his lap. She gripped his face in both hands and pressed her lips to hers, mouths opening wide, wet tongues dueling. Lifting the sofa, with Cooper on it, wouldn't match the effort Lora had in pulling back from her roaring passion. She kept her hands on Cooper's head, holding him from following with his sexy kisses. Her breath came in savage gulps. She locked eyes with him to make sure she had his attention. "Stop. We...we...can't. If there's any...chance Zach isn't...doesn't..." A slender conservative beige vein of Conventional Mother still ran through her body and soul. "...so humiliating...bad..." Cooper snorted a chuckle and shook his head. He brought his big hands up and cupped her head in return, the big palms warm on her cheeks, his thumbs wiping tears she hadn't noticed. "Woman...with all the little clues we've picked up on...with all that that mind-blowing, white hot tease talk we just overheard..." He brought her face down to his lips again and ravaged her mouth. He pulled back one second "...just shut up and fucking fuck me." Two buttons kept Lora's blouse in place. One she managed to undo and the other spun off to the other side of the room when she lost patience. The blouse sailed away after it. Cooper pulled her bra over her head. Her nipples sparked with the intensity of rubbing on his rough sweater. She writhed her torso against his chest, loving the pleasure-pain-pleasure, dropping her mouth to chew on her husband's neck. A quiet knock on the social room door nearly went unnoticed. Zach's voice came from the hallway, strained and forced. "Mom? Dad? I know you heard some, maybe all, certainly enough of the shenanigans in my studio. I'm going to have to come clean about my life since I moved here and hope you'll still talk to me after I'm done. Hello?" Some change in air pressure tickled Lora's naked, glowing wet back, telling her the door had been opened wide. Zach made a puppy-like squeak noise. Lora came over shy, the Conventional Mother burying her face into Cooper's shoulder. She whispered "I can't look at him. Explain it, please?" Cooper's deeper voice thrummed in his chest and vibrated her nipples. She scrunched her eyes shut and counted her thumping heartbeats. "Son, there seem to be a lot of secrets bouncing around this apartment. You have yours and we have ours. What is exciting and hilarious is that the secrets look to be damn near identical. Everyone in this room has a true gourmet hunger for sex." "Uhh...um...wow. What do we do..." Zach trailed off. Lora hissed between her teeth at the hesitation in his voice. Just nerves? Just confused? Or was it revulsion? Cooper jumped into Zach's uncertainty. "The biggest, guiltiest secret we carried until today was letting ourselves go and fucking our daughter three weeks ago. We now have a solid guess that you beat us to that sweet sex maniac by about a month. If we're wrong, I ask that you slip out, close the door and let me have a hot quickie with your mother. If we're right, gawdamn get your clothes off and get over here! Your mother needs you!" "Mother. Father." Iron certainty had returned to Zach's voice. "There is no way I am going to join in a threesome with my parents on that couch." 
Lora snapped her head up. She looked at Cooper's fearful expression and felt tears well up. "We're fucking on my bed. Why would we try to squeeze around on a couch? Jeez, parents are weird..." His voice trailed off as he walked away. Lora twisted around in Cooper's lap in time to see Zach's shirt sail back through the open doorway. "You little brat!" Lora sobbed and laughed as she leapt up and scampered after her son. "Teasing your mother like that! My heart can't take..." Zach stood ready for her charge. She leapt into his arms and he held her tight, bare chest to bare chest. One arm looped under her ass for support and one across her back to crush her close. Without hesitation, Lora erased any remaining trace of "conventional mother" away and mashed her lips to her son's, undulating her hot swollen tits against his firm young pecs. The kiss went on and on and neither seemed ready to stop the soft and savage pressing of lips and thrashing tongues. Stumbling back, Zach sat on the bed. The jerk and bounce broke the passionate lip bruising. Panting for breath, Lora stared into Zach's hazel eyes, reading a volcanic lust as hot as her own. Zach fell back on the mattress, gripping her denim-covered ass with both hands. He pulled and she shifted up so he could latch on to her fat, excited nipples. 
"GAAHH!" Her excited nipples became so sensitive. For it to be her baby boy sucking on them like he did so long ago made her clutch her arms around his curl-covered head and keep him in place. Lora could feel her cunt flooding with steaming moisture. Through the fire of desire, Lora felt hands pulling and fussing with her legs. She roused enough to realize it had to be Cooper, tugging to remove her pants. Twisting and straightening her legs allowed him pull the tight jeans straight off. A much simpler yank had her panties whiffing off. Lora lay fully nude on her son's big body, his pants scratching her pubes and thighs. She rolled off to the left to hit the cool satin sheet. Cooper stood there, naked, trim and lightly hairy, cock horn hard, sniffing her panties. He tossed them aside and leaned forward to work the fasteners on Zach's pants. That done, Coooper grasped the cuffs. Their son humped his hips up and bumped his legs and the pants were gone. "No underwear? Didn't I ever teach you anything? What if you were in an accident? Nobody would know to return this fat, lovely penis to me." Lora reached and wrapped her slender fingers with the newly done nails around her own son's cock. It pulsed in her hand, hard and ready. She stroked it slightly and lightly. Zach's head fell back and his moan made her shiver with pride and her cunt flow a little more. Cooper stretched out behind Lora, snaking his sausage between her thighs so it sawed across her taint, big plum head dipping in that hot vaginal sauce. He reached easily over her petite, slim body, caressing and pressing. Lora tightened her grip on Zach's cock and tugged with a bit more authority. Her boy's moan stuttered and he gasped. He rolled his head to smile. "That feels great." "Even if it is your mommy giving the handjob?" 
"Especially since it's my mommy giving the handjob!" Lora eased back again. "Tell us how you became a raging stud slut, son?" "It's...kinda hard to concentrate on story telling..." 
"Well, perhaps I'll stop so you can think clearly..." "NO! No. I'll manage." Zach's hips gyrated and lifted slightly in reflex to the pumping action. "I had had only enough sex to have actual practical experience on my resume. Jacking off and porn and a hot imagination had to be enough until I came to this building in my hunt for an apartment. I was full of new confidence with my physical shape-up, full of juice starting a new chapter in my life and this nice little apartment building is full of gawdamn nymphos and satyrs. Saying I came three times that afternoon doesn't even cover the sexual thrills that hit me." "Was that lovely Ms. Morgan part of those thrills? Anyone that hot has to be a mature slut." "I really shouldn't name names. It's..." 
Lora slid down to replace her fingers with her mouth. She whipped her tongue tip around the plum helmet, dipping under the foreskin, loving that musky male taste. "OH, fuck yes!! Yes, Morgan was one of them." Lora clamped her lips around the thick rigid shaft and slid down on a tight piston of saliva until her nose bumped into her son's balls. She had perfected deep throating years ago. Cooper's hand wandered her flesh at will, tweaking stiff nipples, massaging her hot little boobs and sliding down tickle the outer lips of her pussy. All the while keeping a steady sawing motion with his cock. "So, son, you like a mature woman. Good, good. Oh, the images I'm having of Morgan and your mother in this bed together. Fuck..." Zach's throat sounded tight and his breath came quickly. "That's...the start of my introduction into this fun. What....oh gawd...what about you guys?" His father's voice didn't sound too even either, but then, Lora's blood roared in her ears as she devoured the young cock. "Well, you know we were barely more than kids ourselves when you came into the world. We loved each other and we loved you from day one, but you were an unplanned little miracle. When you consider the fact we fucked any time and any where we could manage, it's amazing the odds didn't catch up with us sooner." Lora felt Cooper move and the mattress bounce and suddenly that cock she'd known since high school slid its magic way straight up her cunt. Lora hummed at the intense reaction rocketing up from her groin. He still did it to her after all this time. "So, as teen newlyweds, money was tight. Your young mother wasn't the artist she is today, but she ran with that crowd. Someone offered her money to be a nude life model. When they got an eyeful of her jaw-dropping naked beauty, the offers kept coming from all over the college and with private studios. Artists may state out loud that they want to paint every type of human shape, but smoking hot babes will never lack for modeling work." Zach's hips had begun to jerk a bit faster and the muscles in his stomach vibrated under Lora's palm. She slid up slowly and so his angry red cock fall from her mouth, letting the rocket's fuse slow down and cool off. She turned her head to give a sloppy side kiss to Cooper, and reached to push at his hip. She rose carefully to keep her husband's cock in her juicy cunt, up on to her hands and knees , her belly above Zach's face. Cooper followed with a bit of floundering, but achieved that one knee stance behind his bitch. His big hands gripped her slim hips and he began to doggy fuck her slow and deep. Her pussy made lewd squelching noises and the dark perfume of her juices filled the air. Zach came up on his elbows. He extended his tongue and flicked at her tits. "That sounds pretty tame to me. Nude modeling." Lora had a turn trying to speak while being expertly plowed from the rear while her nipples were teased and flicked. "As...you told those young ladies...most artists, most of the time, treat the nude models...with total professionalism. Well, your dad was often exhausted after working construction all day, so we weren't getting as much fucking in as I wanted. Then, posing nude in front of strangers...OH...really fired me up. So, one horny artist got lucky. Then another. Then a small class of four. A quiet word went around that a particular model went beyond posing. I never actually asked for more money, but I almost always got a little something...ooh..EXTRA. Oh babe, you fuck so good." Lora savoured the feelings a moment. "I felt horribly guilty cheating on my new husband. Then I had an idea. I convinced my slab of beefcake to come modeling with me. Male models are always in demand. He was more of an exhibitionist than he was shy and he agreed. And then we became the couple who went beyond simple posing." Zach slithered around until his body lined up with his mother's. She looked down at his waving baton of meat. Then she felt his tongue lapping at her cunt while Cooper fucked her. "Oh, yes, son! Oh, you know how to use that thing. Yes, yes, yes." It only took seconds of Zach's dextrous tongue licking her in all the right places to trigger an explosion. Lora's hands clawed at the sheets. Her back muscles went rigid and her eyes went wide, staring at her son's cock without really seeing it. Her cunt clenched and held Cooper's penis as her orgasm crashed through her. Then she went as limp as overcooked spaghetti and fell forward to flop on the bed. She closed her eyes for a blissful moment. Lora came back into focus to the sounds of happy mumblings and groans behind her. She rolled over and around and sat up. "Oh, my." Lora leered in happy surprise to see Zach and Cooper wrapped in an energetic 69. Father sucked his son's hard rod with wet slurps and smacks. Son tongued and sucked his father's hard cock with an intensity that hollowed his cheeks. Even with such a recent orgasm, this bisexual enthusiasm between her two big men sent firecrackers popping in her cunt. She reached down and palmed her pussy, never blinking, watching every lick, listening to every groan. "Oh, I know I'm being greedy, but I need to fuck Zach. Please?" Cooper came off his son's penis with a loud pop of suction and grinned at his wife. He managed to keep his cock in Zach's mouth, though the angle wasn't perfect. "Do it baby, do it. Make him a mother fucker." The perverse lust of it made Lora's voice husky wild. She bounced to straddle Zach, his cock flailing just below the dripping lips of her pussy. "Do you want that, baby? Do you want to be a true mother fucker? Do you want to fuck mommy?" Zach didn't release Cooper's cock, but made a happy hum of urgent assent. 
Lora grabbed the cock of her first born in one hand, and by more luck than good aim, dropped perfectly on to the thick shaft, grounding down to the base in one stroke. Zach and Lora both sang out together in tuneless passion. Zach's cock felt so much like his father's, but subtly different. Wonderfully familiar, but new. Lora swivelled her hips and ground her loins to his, soaking his wiry hair, hissing as the thick slab touched every nerve inside her molten vagina. "Watch it babe. Your son nearly bit my dick off because of your moves." Lora began to fuck her son. She lifted up and down, her legs taut and flexing. Her knees couldn't do this like they once could, but the depraved power filling her would give her orgasm before her legs would begin to fail her. She thought sex with her daughter had been white hot perversion, but this went to a new lecherous place deep inside. She jackhammered on Zach's cock, clawing after the atomic orgasm waiting for her. Long moans and savage grunts and keen whimpers filled the bedroom. Sweat droplets flew. Lora's nostrils went wide and inhaled the animal reek of sex. 
Then Cooper bellowed, his big leg muscles clenching and jerking as he came. He slipped from the awkward pose he had held. His big dick popped free, whipping white strings of cum over his son's face, neck and mouth. The hot cum splashing his skin seemed to trigger Zach and his hips bucked up hard into Lora, filling his mother's cunt with spurting fluid. "OH, fuck me, mom, fuck!" 
Seeing her men reach heaven did the trick for Lora, she dropped down on her son's cock like a bomb convulsed through an orgasm that shook her entire body, curling her toes and gritting her teeth. And then she slipped into darkness. \-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Sitting around the kitchen table in borrowed sweat pants and t-shirts, the McAllister family laughed and ate pizza and washed it down with cold beer. "Remember when you were about ten? Once a month, we'd send you and Harry and Val over to the Palliser house so their teenagers would babysit you. And the Pallisers would come over to play Bridge? Well, we never once cracked open a deck of cards. That's when your father learned to enjoy cock." "My official housewarming party was an orgy with ten invited guests. It went to twelve with a pair of party crashers...two cops responding to a noise and lewdness complaint. I only managed to have sex with the female officer." "It's been slow for some years. We went purposefully looking for a swinging snowbird condo community and boy-howdy, did we find one. It's such a first class operation, even without the sex lifestyle. The people are all great. We played it cool and proper when Val visited. We waved goodbye and then invited some folks over to make up for the lost week. Val had forgotten her wallet, used the gate code and walked in on a mini-orgy. Our neighbours made themselves scarce so we could talk things out. We didn't end up talking much. Now I know why the little scritch kept smirking and giggling at our guilt. She was way ahead of us." "I can't really explain the chain of events now. You'll have to trust me that it all made sense at the time for Val and me to be standing naked in my studio, drooling at each other's body. I swear it was not planned. Then Harry opened the door with the key I had lent him and walked in on us. The bubble popped and we fucked the day, and the rest of the visit, away." 
"Harry?! All my children are incestuous perverts? We're the late bloomers??" "Let's call Harry and get him over here!" "Y'know, Dad, I think my brother deserves the sweet spotlight attention I enjoyed. And, don't forget that Val will kill us if she misses the first family orgy." Lora smiled. "Then expect us to be here for a visit, oh, about two and half hours after she finishes her move."

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Title: My Dragoness by BuckyWhitetail Tags: Cuddling, Deer, Dragoness, Light Bondage, Love, M/F, Magic, Plushophilia, Transformation Ok...This is my first story...I dunno what's wrong with it, I think it sounds really good...I hope it gets out to yah all. Enjoy My Dragoness By Robert "Bucky" Losiniecki Bucky, a 28 year old white-tailed buck. His fur a soft light-brown from head to toe, except for his white front from just under his muzzle down his chest going to his groin in-between his legs and up the underside of his tail, up his back where still the spot signifying his as a fawn, which made him look a lot younger than he was. His hair was a little unkempt and the same soft brown and his fur, around his head was lovely crown of solid gold antlers with 8 point tines four on each branch. His hands and feet where like any normal anthro except they where tipped with hooves or at least a close resemblance. As Bucky lay in his bed he yawned and rolled to the night stand and picked up his eyeglasses and put them on. Rolling back over he looked down at his at his plushie, a 3 foot long purple dragon with yellow wings and orange triangular spikes and a heart-shaped tail-spade. "Well Peppy," (short for Peppermint) he spoke to her, "I'm gonna head out for a little while, ok?". Peppy just stared on with unblinking cloth eyes, lying there upon the bed. "I love you."and with that said he kissed her softly, "My lovely dragoness." He murred into her ear and got up from the bed trailing the blanket behind him and stood fur-nude for a few seconds stretching and picked out some clothing and a towel and went off to take a shower. Bucky was a plushifiler and was proud of it and in his mind Peppy was a perfect dominate female, she let him yiff her as much as he pleased. Although as of late he was wishing that she was so much more as it be. Finishing his shower Bucky toweled off and got dressed. Walking out of the bathroom he peeked into his bedroom and smiled at Peppy, who he had positioned to face the door way, and looked around his room at all the other plushies taking up all the available room with-in, with a soft, "Love you guys." he shut the door. Bucky shared an apartment with a few other males he considered mates. Basti a skunk-fox hybrid and Kit a young wolf with a black ear, they both where baby-furs, but only in private. Bucky stopped at their door and peeked in, they both lay in the bed snuggling each other and the buck had to smile as he shut the door and headed for the door that lead outside the apartment complex. He got to the lobby and exited the building and took a look up and down the street, cars and other vehicles made there way around town as so did many different species of furrs went about their daily business. Down the street a ways a construction crew was rebuilding an area that had been damaged by a macro. With a "Hrrumph," He shook his head and Bucky went on his way walking along carrying his "art pack" as he called, it a green bag holding all his tablets and other art supplies, his plan was to go to a nearby coffee house and do some drawing, maybe meet some of the friends he made in his new city home, but today..today would be different. Bucky entered the shop district and watched the signs as he walked along. He kept on his way until he noticed a unusual sign over head which caught his eye, "Dragon Dens Magic Store," the deer read out loud, now Bucky never though much about magic it had several good used many more bad ones or at least the ones the made front page news. But the dragon shaped sign and window painting where more than enough to perk his subtle deer curiosity, so he made his way inside. The door opened with a "ding" from a bell overhead. Throughout the store Bucky could smell incense burning, he wrinkled his nose at the smell and took a look around the shop, everywhere was piled with magic items all staked into piles all rather organized upon shelves. The deer rolled his eyes and hitched up his bag and made a turn to leave with a mutter of, "Good Gravy." that is till he heard a soft voice call out to him, "May I help you?". Bucky turned to say, "No I was about to leave." but he never uttered a word of it for his mouth fell agape as he stared in awe at the young girl at the counter. She was tall and slim and well muscled and atop of all that she was a dragon, her scales where a shiny soft green her under belly and wings where purple she had long shiny black hair her ears where pierced with gold rings and wrapped around her breasts and waist was a sheer white cloth which showed her nipples on her rather large chest and showed all of her curves rather well. The buck just stood there marveling this young dragoness his maw agape. She giggled and spun slowly around her long tail snaking behind her as she spoke, "Hi, I'm Emerald, this is my magic shop may I help you?" She stopped in front of the young deer and took his hand in her paw, she gasped as she did so, "I know what you need!" she exclaimed and bounced off into the back leaving our poor buck standing in the middle of the store. Bucky stood there his tail erect and to scared to move as he watched this lovely dragoness bounce, "What could she have for me?" he wondered to himself , but suddenly she appeared at the counter in a puff of smoke which caused Bucky to cough a little, "Come here," she spoke to him. Bucky nodded and walked over to the counter and leaned on it and finally spoke, "Sorry..I'm Bucky..." he managed to stammer out. Emerald held out her paw with a smile, "Take this" she said, "It will make all your dreams come true, just rub it into her body when you get home." Bucky held out his hand and Emerald placed a small purple bottle with a cork stopper in his palm. Bucky looked up to the dragon with a bit of confusion, she just winked her crystal blue eyes at him. "Thank you?..how much?" he asked. "For you my deer, it's free." she replied and gave him a kiss causing him to blush. With a giggle Emerald led him out the door and patted him on his tail, "Now remember, you must rub it into her!" she called out to him. With a nod Bucky made his way back to the apartment. As he climbed the stairs he though out loud to himself, "I have to rub this into Peppy!?!," as he turned the bottle around in his fingers. As the deer entered the apartment he could hear the game system going which means that Basti and Kit where up and about. As Bucky walked past the front room they called out to him, "Hi Bucky!" "Hi guys, I'll be in my room playing with Peppy, ok?" was the deers reply to them. "Ok!" was Kit's reply as Basti called out, "PERVY!!" but by then the deer was safely in his room. He sat on the bed next to Peppy after dropping his "art pack" on the floor. "Daddy has a present for you." he chuckled and took out the bottle and uncorked and sniffed it, "Peppermint!?!" he exclaimed and then shrugged, "At least you'll smell good, huh?" as he rubbed the oil into his dragons soft cloth body after which he got up and washed his hands. Bucky reentered his room and began to undress with his back to Peppy. He strapped on his dog collar, for when he wanted to be really submissive for his dragoness, and just as he was about to turn back around to face her a soft hand came up and hitched up his leash to the collar. With his tail erect he spun around, "What the..." he had began to say but never got to finish for his mouth fell open once again as he beheld the stunning creature upon his bed. She was at least 7 feet tall but it was hard to tell since she had her legs tucked under her, she was covered with a soft purple hide from head to toe, her teardrop shaped ears pivoted around atop her head. As he looked down her large firm flexible slightly muscled body he stopped a moment to admire the DD breasts with bright pink nipples. He kept looking down her body her legs parted showing of the slit of pink of her cunt. As her tail snaked behind her twitching slightly upon the bed, from the tip of her tail spade to the nape of her neck where orange triangular spikes. With a grin which shows off her ivory fangs she flexes her huge yellow wings, "Dose mommy's little deer want to play?" she said in a voice that was deep and sweet. Bucky felt the strength leave his legs and he sunk to the floor, he put his hands on the bed he looked up into Peppy's now blinking green eyes and nodded , "Yes mommy." he whimpered and began to tear a little, "Now, Now, don't cry my pet." she gently pulled his snout into her thighs and he could smell her feminine cumm and the sent of peppermint, the buck murred and licked at her sex causing her to coo softly. Peppy pulled on his leash gently leading him up into the bed and had him lay upon his back and proceeded to wrap the leash around his wrists as she stratteled upon his chest and began to cup and rub his balls with her tail-spade causing him to become erect his cock pushing free of his sheath. Peppy murred as she felt her buck's cock push up into her scales and firmer plushness. Standing up slightly she began to lower herself upon Bucky's cock This caused him to wail out slightly as Peppy's warm cunt wrapped around his deer meat. Bucky pushed up into her as she hilted him and began to pump his cock, flexing her strong leg muscles she lowered and raised herself on his cock, "Oh!! YES!! Mommy!!" he called out, "That's it my pet, let mommy do all the work," she purred and began to rub his pecks. The deer murred and squirmed pulling slightly on his tie downs as Peppy milked his cock faster and harder. Bucky panted and whimpered arching up into Peppy every time she came down on his cock. She pumped him harder and harder until her buck arched and pushed up hard into her as Peppy pushed down and flexing her wings out fully and bighting her lip causing her to push a little flame out her nostrils as the two of them climaxed in unison. Peppy panted and smiled down at Bucky who was panting as well, with a puddle of their juices mixing between them, the dragoness undid the bucks wrists and brought his hands around her as she layed down next to him, keeping his cock inside her as it slowly deflated, she smiled at him. With a tear in Bucky's brown eyes as they met Peppy's sparkling green eyes, "Say it, please?" as he nuzzled into her, with a nod she whispered into his ear, "I love you Bucky" and with that they both feel asleep, murring. Basti and Kit stood in the doorway with their mouth hanging open in astonishment, Peppy looked up at them and with a wink she shooed then away with a wave of her paw and the two males both nodded and went into their own room to have a bit of fun of their own. And as for the rest that's a story for another time. THE END

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Title: Matt & Lisa at School Ch. 03 Tags: sister, china doll *(If you haven't already, please read **Matt and Lisa at School – Part 1 and Part 2**. This will make much more sense if you do. There is also more detailed family background in **A Family New Year's Eve.**)* Matt was living the high life; there was no question about it. Not only was he one of the few freshmen allowed to live in an apartment off campus, he had a car and a good parking permit as well. The tall, slim handsome young man grinned that same 'idiot grin' that crossed his face every time he thought about his current situation. He was majoring in the same field as his brilliant sister, Lisa, now his roommate, and his other roommate, the equally brilliant Margie Yuen. Both girls were seniors and headed towards graduating with honors. While Matt was every bit as bright as the two girls, he didn't have the same focus and drive they did. And it certainly didn't bother any of them that he used their well-annotated text books and class notes for the same core courses they had taken three years before. Of course, he knew that wasn't the best thing about them – not by a long shot. His pulse started to quicken a little as he thought first about his older sister. They had grown up, two and a half years apart, as best friends. And they stayed best friends until the winter holiday break of Matt's senior year in high school. Lisa had come home to celebrate Christmas and New Year's Eve with her family. What a celebration that turned out to be! The whole family discovered lots of interesting things about each other that fateful December thirty-first. Questions were asked and answered; truths were bared, along with everyone's bodies, and relationships were changed that night forever. Matt's cock started to swell in his jeans as he remembered it all. During the course of the long evening, between midnight and noon the next day, Matt turned his mother's attempted seduction around, possessing her in all ways. He reached a new level of understanding with his father, feeling an abounding love for the man whose deepest pleasure was to teach his son and daughter all he could of the practical and the arcane, the intellectual and the sensual. And then there was Lisa – the love of his life. That night changed them forever, brought them closer than they could ever have imagined. Best friend status was tossed aside as brother and sister became incestuously bound, both physically and emotionally. Matt started to sweat, remembering that first time...in the living room with his mother and father at hand, looking on...the exquisite feeling he had as he sank his ten-inch cock into the finest pussy he'd ever had...the exclamations of love between brother and sister bringing joy to the whole family. Then his mind shifted to his newest heart-throb, causing Matt to shift his swollen prick around in his pants. Lisa's roommate, Margie *Mai Ling* Yuen, was an absolute mirror image of his sister, aside from the obvious racial differences. Her long, black hair hung straight down over her shoulders and her eyes...fuck...those almond-shaped slits held the darkest, deepest eyes he'd ever seen. And before Lisa shaved Margie's pussy the first night Matt moved in, her silky, black pubic hair barely covered her plump mound. But their bodies were nearly identical – both could have been cheerleaders if they'd wanted to. They both stood about five feet two inches tall with athletic 34-24-35 inch figures. And their faces...God...they could be the two cutest coeds on campus – or they could look like the two dirtiest sluts he'd ever seen. They were fantastic! And the three of them were totally in love with each other...fuck, it was sweet. He was sitting at the desk in his room, in front of his computer. As usual, multiple chat windows were open, most of his friends were on-line, as he thought about plans for the weekend. His best friend (and roommate before their dorm was closed), Winston, was telling him about a new pool parlor in town. The idea appealed to Matt and he asked Winston what he knew about it. Winston told him that their friend Paulie went down there the other night. He got in the door and looked around...real classy, he said...great sound system and lots of tables. Matt: Sounds great...let's go 2nite. U n Paulie meet me n my roomies there @ 8. Winston: W8T a minute. P got hassled. Fuckin nerd, went in jeans n t-shirt. Tried to say he is gr8t shooter (he is) but small posse of big bald brothuhs in tuxes escorted him OTD. Told him not to come back – very rude! Matt: Gonna talk to roomies – got an idea – call you later. Bye. Matt swiveled his chair away from the desk, got up and found a joint in his ashtray. That brought another grin. Teaching Margie to roll the way he liked them was a stroke of genius! He lit it and took a deep hit, idly wondering where the girls might be. He sat back down and thought about how they might have a little adventure and help his friends out at the same time. As he smoked the joint, his little scenario took shape, the details sorting themselves out in his mind. By the time he'd finished the perfectly rolled joint, his plan was set. He called Winston on his cell. "Hey, Matt. What's your idea?" Winston drawled in his deep southern twang "Well," Matt replied, "I thought I would take Lisa and Margie down there...you know... meet the boys – maybe come to some kind of *arrangement*." "What kind of arrangement you talking about?" Winston sounded confused. Matt figured his friend was stoned, too. "You high already, dope fiend?" Matt chuckled as he asked his friend. Winston just chuckled back. "Thought so. Anyway, I think I can get them to agree to a couple of things...including letting Paulie and his nerd friends play there." He could picture Winston as they spoke. His friend was a tall, lanky southerner with thinning blond hair, whose pronounced drawl and dark, sleepy eyes belied an intellect of genius level. He also possessed a tremendous sense of humor – they kept each other amused at all times. Paulie, on the other hand...well, he was smart, that's for sure. But his body still hadn't really matured; neither had his social skills. But he was as naturally funny as anyone Matt knew. "And how you gonna do that, chief?" Winston sounded amused. "I ain't gonna do nothing, dude. That's what the girls are for." Matt let Winston think about that for a minute. "Well, is your little dick hard yet? Thinking about Margie and my sister with the *posse*?" "Dude, I think about Margie and Lisa all the time. And you know what that does to Winton, Jr." He paused and then continued with a little stoned trepidation in his voice. "Matt, do you think your sister would like it if I shaved my dick?" Matt started laughing at his friend's suggestion. "No, really, dude..." he sounded a little frantic, "someone told me it makes you look bigger...and chicks like it 'cuz, you know, no hair when they blow ya." Matt was nearing hysteria as he listened to Winston. "Well, what do you think?" Tears were rolling down Matt's cheeks as he tried to respond. "Go ahead, dude...I'm sure she'll appreciate your consideration." As he got himself back together a little, he said, "Okay, you and Paulie meet me and the girls at the pool hall at nine o'clock. Tell them at the door that you are friends of mine...don't worry; they'll know me by then. And for God's sake, make sure Paulie wears something nice, okay?" Winston confirmed and they ended the call. As Matt flipped his phone closed, he heard his roommates come in the front door. They were giggling and whispering as they made their way downstairs and into Matt's room. They were both dressed alike in tight jeans and halter tops and carrying shopping bags in their hands. The bags hit the floor as they moved in tandem to the front of Matt's chair. As always, Matt was struck by the pure sex appeal they both radiated. And as always, their presence caused blood to start pooling in his groin, feeding his swelling fuck-meat. Lisa stood just behind Margie, both of them facing their *Master*. He hadn't said a word, but Lisa caught his quick eye movement towards Margie's top. From behind, she brought her hands up slowly over her girlfriend's flat stomach, sliding her fingers under the halter until she had Margie's perfect tits in her hands. She kissed the Asian beauty on the neck as she rolled Margie's hardening nipples between her fingers. Then she pulled her hands out and grabbed the hem of the halter top, lifting it slowly up and over her head, revealing Margie's perky, cheerleader breasts and her fat nipples to Matt's hungry gaze. Then Lisa dropped to her knees, still behind Margie. She reached around the tight little ass that she knew so well and unsnapped her lover's low-cut jeans, pulling them apart until Matt saw the small white triangle covering her smooth mound. She let one of her hands slide under Margie's panties and cup her hot, moist pussy. As she slid her finger between the wet, puffy lips, she looked up at her brother. "It's Friday, Matt. No reason to get up in the morning." Margie started moaning softly as Lisa's fingertip found her clit and started to make gentle circles around it. "Got anything planned yet?" Lisa gave her younger brother a devastating smile. "Or would you like some suggestions?" Lisa moved her hands to Margie's hips and grabbed the jeans and her little white lace thong. Slowly and deliberately, she skinned them down her China Doll's firm, taut thighs and shapely calves until Margie lifted her feet and stepped out of them. Lisa moved in front of the other girl and pinched the dark, thick nipples that crowned Margie's *Perfect 10* tits. Then she put her hands on Margie's shoulders and pushed down softly. The little black-haired coed dropped to her knees, assuming the submissive pose that turned all of them on so fiercely. "What kind of suggestions you got, Lis'?" Matt's voice was unnaturally calm as he slipped into his *Alpha Male* persona at Margie's display. Lisa was slowly pulling her top up, teasing her brother with the bottom curves of her ripe, young breasts. No matter how many times she had been scantily clad or even naked in front of her brother, it never failed to cause nipple-stiffening, cunt moistening tremors through her entire body. She gasped as she felt the soft halter top catch on her swollen buds and then spring free as she pulled it over her head. "Your sluts went shopping this afternoon, Master." She spoke softly, her voice a husky whisper as her delicate fingers found the snap on her jeans and then the tiny zipper. She looked at Matt, staring at her breasts as they moved seductively on her chest. She pushed her jeans and panties down her tanned legs until she could step out of them. "We each got a new outfit, Matty...want us to model them for you?" Lisa was remembering what happened in the tiny dressing room at the shop. Her nipples were thickening as she recalled the taste of Margie's sweet cunt. Matt returned Lisa's lusty look with a grin. "Sounds great, sis. You guys change and then I'll tell you what's on for tonight." The girls giggled as Lisa helped Margie to her feet. They grabbed the shopping bags they'd brought in earlier and went into Lisa's room to change. Margie looked back over her shoulder and grinned at Matt as she shook her gorgeous little butt. In a silly sing-song Chinese accent, she said, "You will truly like them, Master...they hotter than Chinese firecrackers!" Then she shut Lisa's door as she went into the room. Lisa was waiting for her with open arms. Margie was hot and flushed as she moved into Lisa's embrace. "God," she said as Lisa bent her head to kiss her lover's stiff nipples, "your brother gets better looking every day." She felt Lisa moan in agreement, the vibrations moving from her engorged nipple to the depths of her cunt. "But then," she Asian coed continued, "so do you, lover." She raised Lisa's face to hers and kissed her hard. They both moaned as their tongues dueled and their lips crushed each others. Margie finally broke their embrace. "C'mon, *babygirl*," she gently pushed Lisa back, "our *Master* is waiting for us." Lisa knew her brother very well. She noticed that lately, he'd often had a Jet Li movie, *Romeo Must Die*, playing in the background on his computer. And she also was aware of his cock growing during an early scene in the movie. Two beautiful, young Asian women, dressed in tight little mini-dresses start dirty-dancing together at a club and as they kiss, one girl pulls the other's dress down over her breast and starts kissing her nipple. Earlier in the week, she passed a new boutique that had a very similar dress in the window. She'd brought Margie back and they found two dresses, tight, slinky and sparking, that were reminiscent of the outfits from the movie. A red dress looked perfect on Lisa and a similar one, colored electric blue, was pure *Mai Ling*. Then they bought Lisa a wig; long, black hair cut in a classic Chinese style, along with the proper make-up, transformed her instantly into a totally hot, slutty looking oriental woman. What she didn't know was how well her little fantasy for Matt would dove-tail with his plan for that night. As Matt waited for his little sluts to change, he got a cold beer out of his little mini- refrigerator, lit a joint, and stripped off his hot, sweaty clothes in anticipation of a blowjob and a shower. He was leaning back on his study pillow as Lisa's door opened. At first, he thought he was seeing things (he was very high...he loved Fridays after classes were out.) Two Margies? The girls were backlit until they were inside Matt's room. Only then did he see Lisa under the long hair and make-up. And then his cock started to grow. Lisa and Margie slithered into the room with their arms wrapped around each other and their tongues flicking against each other's neck. They walked over to Matt's stereo and put a dance cd in the player. Then they recreated the scene from the movie that Matt knew so well. They moved slowly, rocking together to the strong beat of the music. Their *Master's* eyes were glowing with a burning lust as Margie peeled Lisa's tight dress down over her 34B breast. His long, thick cock started leaking pre-cum as his beautiful *Mai Ling* nibbled her way across his sister's tit, then licking and finally sucking Lisa's hard nipple into her mouth. Then, following the movie, Margie used her hand to slide Lisa's dress back up, her fingers kneading her girlfriend's breast as they moved to the music. After a long french kiss, Lisa backed away and turned the music down. Both girls sat on the bed, one on either side of the highly excited young man. "Well, little brother, what do you think?" Lisa was breathless from her hot dance with Margie. Matt looked back and forth from one to the other. He just couldn't believe how exciting the two of them were together. He was quite stoned, his cock was fully extended, and it was time for the evening to begin. Falling naturally into his *command* voice, he addressed them both. "Very nice, girls...very nice. Beautiful dresses...take them off; you'll be wearing them again in a little while." They stood and peeled off the tight little dresses and sat back down again. Keeping his expression as neutral as he could, he turned to his sister. "*Little brother*?" His voiced dropped as his eyes widened. "Is that the proper way to address me, slut?" Lisa started apologizing, secretly thrilled that Matt caught her *mistake*. He put his hand under her chin and lifted her face to his. "Stop apologizing, Lis'." He grinned at her. "Don't worry – you'll pay for that later." He knew she couldn't wait. What a hot little slut – no wonder he loved her so completely. "Love the wig, by the way. But keep it out of the way now." His long arms embraced both his loves. He drew them down to his massive erection. "Both of you...lips and tongues...and I'll tell you about my plan." A moment later, his tool had their complete attention. They used their tongues and lips to wet his shaft and spread his pre-cum over his spongy, dark pink cock head. And then they started sucking him, first one taking two or three strokes into her mouth and then trading with the other. As Matt got into their rhythm, he told them about Winston's call and Paulie's problem. "So," he explained, "we're gonna go down to the pool hall tonight. I think you two will be able to entice the big, bald posse into seeing things our way. And those dresses should only make your jobs easier." It was hard to maintain that particular tone of voice as he was far more interested in the boiling rush he could feel starting in his balls. Margie had his meat in her mouth as he finished telling them about the evening ahead. When he all but said that both she and Lisa would be fucking and sucking a group of strangers, *black strangers* at that, she couldn't control the shock waves that moved through her body. Her trembling reached her mouth, causing her lips to vibrate around Matt's thick stalk. As Lisa massaged his swollen sac, Matt felt his load surging up his cock and exploding into Margie's mouth, bringing her along with him into orgasmic never-never land. Since becoming Matt's slut, at his direction, she had slept with Winston several times (she thought he was pretty cute), Paulie once (she was still a little put off by his lack of social skills and dick-length, but he was very easy to blow and he came so quickly!) and a few of Matt's dorm friends. Except for Winston, the actual sex was okay at best. But that really didn't matter to the black-haired coed – she was pleasing her *Master* by doing his friends. Between the pleasure she received from her submission and the pleasure she and Lisa gave each other (they always partied together), and most of all, the supreme pleasure she received from Matt's cock, she had experienced more climaxes in the last month than she had in her previous twenty years. But now, all she could think about was her upcoming role that night – and it was making her completely crazy. She was aware of Lisa kissing and licking Matt's cum off of her lips and chin. She kissed her lover back hard and shared the sticky load their *Master* had left on her tongue. She knew Lisa had previous experiences with black men, and quite frankly, Margie didn't know how Lisa could do it. Margie had never been close enough to an African-American to know that her parent's old stereotypical attitudes were all wrong. But she had never let herself get put in that position – *until now*! And she was trembling in anticipation. Matt had crawled off his bed, sated for the moment by Margie's wonderful mouth. He turned the hot water on in the shower and stood under the spray, still planning the way he wanted the evening to go. When he saw the girls walk into his room earlier in those dresses, every curve of their bodies highlighted by the shimmering material, he knew they would be irresistible – that was the key to his plan. He washed and rinsed and when he stepped out of the shower, his older sister was there, holding a warm towel to dry him off. It was a small sensual pleasure they both shared. "You know, little *Mai Ling* has never been with a black guy before, Matty?" Lisa spoke softly as she toweled off her brother's long, lanky body. "Didn't know that, Lis'," he replied easily. "She should get a kick outta this, then." Lisa moved the soft towel gently over his cock and around his sac. "Well, I don't think she'll be surprised by the size anymore, baby brother," she giggled as she held his length in her palm, "at least, not after this big boy." Then she grew a little more serious. "But I think she's kinda scared, Matt. She told me her parents are really bigoted, and she thinks they handed down their attitudes to her." Matt started to laugh softly. "That's all, sweetie?" Lisa nodded. "Then there should be nothing to worry about...really. Ask Dad about it sometime – his stories are pretty funny – they're all based on the fact that Asian people thought that black people smelled bad." "What?" Lisa rolled her eyes at Matt's suggestion. "Are you kidding me?" "Nope." Matt was laughing now at Lisa's expression. "That's probably what's bothering her the most." He took the towel out of Lisa's hands to finish drying his hair. "Okay, time for you to get dressed." His voice dropped the humorous tone. "I want you both in those dresses...sheer black thigh-high hose and dressy shoes and lots of make-up" He paused a second, then, "And I want you two in matching thongs – the sheerest, smallest ones you have that match." Matt dropped the towel and kissed his sister, his hands pulling her perfect little figure against him. He bent down and whispered in her ear, "You're gonna have an excellent time tonight, Lis'...go make sure our little China Doll is okay." Lisa walked into her room, gathered what she would need and went upstairs to Margie's room. She found her on her bed, one hand rubbing her breast – teasing her thick, dark nipple; the other was lightly massaging her shaved mound. Margie was moaning softly, almost whimpering as she played with herself. She looked around and saw Lisa standing next to her bed. Lisa smiled at the trembling girl and bent down to kiss her softly on the lips. When she pulled back, Margie looked up and whispered, "We're really gonna do this, aren't we, Lisa?" Her almond-shaped eyes were as wide as they could be. "I mean," she continued her hoarse whispering, "it's one thing with Matt's friends, but...Lisa, this could be four or five really big black guys." Lisa thought Margie was going to start hyperventilating; her breathing was so shallow and rapid. She wanted to calm her girlfriend down – it wouldn't do for Margie to be afraid of what lay ahead. She kissed her again, very tenderly. "There's no reason to be afraid, my love. You know Matt would never put us in any danger, right?" Margie gasped as she heard Lisa trying to ease her fears. "Oh, no, baby...that's not it." She was following the feeling of her fingers in her cunt and on her tits. "You don't know how many times I've gotten myself off thinking about this exact thing!" Margie was bringing herself closer and closer to the crest. "I used to think about getting gang-banged by the basketball team..." Lisa started to laugh, both at Mai Ling's confession and at her own misunderstanding of her girlfriend's true feelings. Margie punched Lisa lightly on the shoulder. "Don't laugh at me...I'm trying to cum, damn it!" Lisa kissed her again and apologized for her mistake. "So tell me...what happens, baby?" Margie, resuming her finger play, brings herself close again. She says, "It's like a dream ...suddenly, we're all in my bedroom at home...they're so big, they take up my whole room." Lisa could see Margie's beautiful, golden skin begin to flush and then glow with her excitement. "They're so dark...big black hands on my pale tits...long black fingers playing with my pussy. My clothes are gone – so are theirs. Fuck, Lisa, their cocks are huge...and so dark...I want them in me so bad." Lisa had just put a finger into Margie's wet pussy when they both heard Matt calling from the living room. "We got places to go, people to see...let's go, ladies." Lisa gave her China Doll a final kiss. "You'll have your chance later, I think, to finally fulfill your fantasy, lover. But right now, we better hurry." She told Margie about Matt's instructions. Lisa held up a tiny, almost transparent white lace thong. "I know you have one of these...is it clean?" Margie found it in her drawer along with the black hose she would wear. They applied their make-up just slightly too heavy...*they might be hookers, but then again, maybe not...*slipped into their new dresses with all the appropriate jewelry, and finally got Lisa's wig adjusted just right. They put on the high heels that Matt wanted and walked down to the living room. Matt was sitting down on the couch, smoking a joint as they came down the stairs. It was all he could do not to choke on the smoke he'd just inhaled. *"Fuck*," he thought, "*they are So Fucking Hot*!" He never could understand it when a gorgeous girl couldn't see her own beauty. Not these two – no way. His princess-sluts knew exactly how good they looked...and they loved it every bit as much as he did. Margie's dress, an electric blue, skin-tight sheath, was tied halter-style around the back of her neck. The front had a generous scoop neckline, displaying her cleavage and the curved inner sides of her naturally perky breasts. Her excited nipples pressed against the thin material, inviting the stares of those around her. The tight bottom just barely covered the lace tops of her thigh-high stockings. Lisa's was of the same type of material, only hers was shiny red. And her dress wasn't a halter. It was sleeveless and strapless, fitting snugly across her breasts, barely an inch above her elongated nipples. The bottom fit snugly around her beautiful little butt just the same way Margie's fit her. With the wig and make-up, it was hard to tell it was Lisa at first glance. The two of them had never looked better – *Fuck, they were sooo hottt!!!* Keeping his voice as normal as he could, Matt asked them about their underwear. They lifted the bottom hems up, revealing the matching transparent white lace thongs. Matt grinned in approval, clapped his hands together and announced it was time to go. Twenty minutes later, Matt and the girls piled out of their taxi in front of the billiard parlor. Lisa and Margie smoothed and straightened Matt's jacket over his lean, muscular six-foot form. He had on a new charcoal-gray Italian suit that fit him perfectly – the jacket unbuttoned over a black, silky t-shirt. He thought he could do a walk-on on *The Sopranos* they way he looked. With an arm around each girl, they walked up to the club. Before they could reached the top step, the black and red lacquer double doors were opened from the inside and they were greeted by the wide-eyed stares of two very tall, very bald, and very dark thirty-something African-American men in perfectly tailored tuxedos. Lisa started to cream as the man on her side raised his eyes slowly from her beautifully displayed tits until he locked them firmly on hers. She smiled warmly at him as she decided he was the most perfect looking man she'd seen (other than her brother, of course) in a long time. On Matt's other side, Margie was experiencing much of the same feelings as her sister-slut. The man smiling down on her was every bit as awesome as the man who was captivating Lisa. Matt was smiling as he watched his sister and *Mai Ling* work their magic on the two bouncers. A moment later, a third, almost identical man greeted Matt with an outstretched hand. In a mellow, deep bass voice he asked how he might be of service. Matt shook his hand and said they thought it might be fun to shoot a little pool...did they have an open table? Maybe one in a back room? The man spoke again. "My name is Maurice, and this" he pointed to the man next to Lisa, "is Henry." Turning towards Margie, he continued, "And this is William. Please let them take you to the bar and buy you a drink, uhm..." Matt smiled pleasantly and spoke in a low, firm voice. "Glad to meet you gentlemen. My name is Matt. This," he drew Lisa closer and kissed her bare shoulder, "is Lisa." As he turned towards Margie, she met him with open lips. When Matt pulled back from her wicked kiss he said, "And this is *Mai Ling*." Maurice smiled and continued. "As I was saying, Matt, please let Henry and William escort you and these two beautiful ladies to the bar and have a drink on me. I'm going to find the manager and we will fix you right up...I believe you would like a private room, correct?" Matt smiled again at Maurice. "That would be perfect," he said and with his arms around his women, they followed the tall, tuxedo-clad men to the main bar. Standing with the bouncers next to the shining, ebony bar, they waited for Maurice to return. Matt sipped an ice-cold draft while Lisa and Margie drank champagne cocktails. They were looking the place over, listening to the music coming from an excellent sound system (loud enough to feel the music, but not too loud to speak in normal voices) when Henry leaned towards Matt and asked, "Both these women...they be with you?" Matt nodded his answer back with a small grin as he drank more beer. William took his shot and asked, "Both? At the same time?" Again Matt nodded and grinned. He was really enjoying the moment, and anticipating even more fun in just a few minutes. Both girls had finished their drinks and put their glasses on the bar. As the bartender poured them each another, Lisa put her hand on Henry's arm. "Can you help me up on the stool, please?" She hit him with a devastating combination of innocent school-girl voice and $1000 hooker expression on her face. "It's just so high, you know." Henry looked at Matt, as if for permission, and Matt nodded to him. He moved very close to Lisa, much closer than he needed to be, and circled her waist with his long fingers. Effortlessly, he lifted her straight up, brushing her protruding nipples against him until they were face-to-face. Lisa kissed him quickly on the corner of his wide mouth and said 'Thank you" as he put her down on the stool. William was staring. It was rude, he knew, but he couldn't help himself. The club hadn't had that many hot women stop by since it opened – certainly none as hot as these two! When he saw Lisa kiss his friend, he started thinking about all kinds of possibilities. He turned quickly to Margie and gestured towards the barstool next to her. She smiled up at the tall, dark man. While she may have looked in control on the outside, she was coming apart on the inside. All three of the men were simply gorgeous...and God, they smelled so good! Whatever were her parents thinking? But before William could lift her sexy little body onto the stool, Maurice returned with a fourth, identically dressed, tall and athletic man. "Matt, ladies...this is Jamal Compton. He is the manager of our little establishment." Jamal moved forward to take Matt's hand, impressed with the dry, firm grip he felt. The young, well-dressed white boy didn't seem nervous or intimidated at all...not the usual reaction he'd seen when he and his staff surrounded anyone. This might be fun, he thought to himself. "Nice to meet you, Matt...ladies. Welcome to our humble club." His wide smile revealed perfect teeth and warm, dark eyes. Matt could sense Lisa's and Margie's interest shift from the bouncers to the manager. "Maurice tells me you are interested in a private room. I think I have what you're looking for." He put his large hand down on the bar. "Please leave your drinks – someone will bring fresh one's to the room. And now if you'll come with me..." Jamal and Maurice walked along side Matt as they guided him through the club's main room and down a hallway with several open doors. Inside a few of them, Matt saw several people shooting pool, drinking and dancing to the pervasive beat of the music. Some of the rooms were vacant, and some had the doors closed. It was in front of one of the closed doors where Jamal stopped and turned. He smiled as he noticed that both of those oh-so-fuckable little cuties each had an arm around their escorts' waists. "I think you will like this room," Jamal said as he opened the door and turned on the lights. The room was divided into two areas. Eyes were drawn first to the classic pool table on the left side of the room. Clean, smooth green felt covered the thick slate bed and the pockets had woven leather baskets to catch the balls. A beautiful Tiffany lamp seemed to illuminate only the table, leaving the high stools and cue racks and the rest of the area to be lit by the reflection off of the dark paneled walls. The right side of the room looked quite comfortable as well. Well-placed indirect lighting highlighted a small bar in front of one wall, and two chairs and a love seat that were grouped around a small cocktail table. Just beyond the small couch, some lights in the ceiling shined down on a small dance floor. A waitress followed the group into the room, carrying a bottle of champagne and an ice bucket. She left them on the bar and then shut the door behind her as she left the room. "Please," Maurice said as he reached for the bottle, "allow me." He opened a small knife and expertly slit the foil around the top of the bottle, popped the cork and poured two fresh glasses for Lisa and Margie. This time, Henry and William lifted the shimmering beauties onto the barstools without being asked. At the same time, Jamal found a frosted mug in a small freezer behind the bar and poured a cold draft for Matt. "Let me show you a few things," he said as he handed Matt the beer. He moved towards the wall behind the bar. "This switch calls for a waitress...she won't come back again until you want her." His had traveled a few feet further across the wall. "And this rotary switch controls the volume of the music coming in." He turned it up slightly and the girls started to sway on their stools to the dance music that filled the room.. Matt glanced at his watch – it was already past eight-thirty and he knew his friends would more likely be early than late. He needed to take care of business quickly. Glancing around the room, noticing all four men watching Lisa and Margie move back and forth, Matt offered to buy them all a drink. Jamal thanked him and took a bottle of scotch from the bar. He topped off four shot glasses and handed three of them out to his posse. When everyone had a glass in hand, Matt said, "I think we should drink to your most excellent club, Jamal. I hope we have a chance to come back again sometime." Ignoring the slightly confused looks from the four tuxedo-clad studs, Matt turned to his sluts. "Nice dance music, huh?" Lisa and Margie put their glasses down on the bar and started to get off of the stools. Large warm hands helped them down and the girls moved under the thin beams of light shining down from above the dance floor. Aside from the music, there was dead silence in the dark private room as Lisa moved into Margie's arms and they started to rock together to the driving beat. Matt touched Jamal lightly on the arm to get his attention. "So, if the door is closed...no one comes in?" he asked. The tall good-looking manager couldn't take his eyes from the scene in front of him. Margie turned Lisa around so they were front-to-back as they danced, facing the men at the bar. As Lisa ground her fine little ass against her girlfriend's front, Margie moved her hands across the front of Lisa's dress until they rested on her curvy hips. Margie was licking Lisa's neck as they moved together. "Uhm...Jamal..." Matt tried again to get the club manager's attention, "you said no one comes in, right?" With his eyes still locked on the dancing girls, Jamal answered softly. "That's right, Matt...actually, the door is always locked from the outside. Only staff has keycards...the waitresses won't come back unless you flip the switch...if you need me or Maurice, we're on the speed-dial on the phone under the bar." Matt took a joint out of his pocket and held it out to Jamal. "This won't be a problem then, right?" Margie had her fingers on the hem of Lisa's dress and slowly slid it up her shapely thighs, exposing the lace tops of Lisa's stockings to the posse as they continued their hot little dance exhibition. And when she saw all eyes on Lisa's dress, she wiggled it up just a little more until the four black men were all captured by the sheerest little triangle of white lace pressed against her bare mound. Amid various comments, grunts and groans from their audience, Margie dropped Lisa's dress. Maurice and Jamal looked at Matt with wide grins. Maurice held out his hand for the joint. Matt gave it to him and Maurice lit it and took a hit. Making a face, he ground the joint out in an ashtray and then reached into his own pocket. He took out a gold cigarette case, flipped it open and removed a perfectly rolled joint. "Try this...I think you'll enjoy it." Matt took it and lit it, taking a lungful of sweet smoke into his lungs. The taste was incredible and the effect was almost immediate. He was getting very high – it was great dope. He handed the joint to Jamal and they looked back at the little dance floor. Margie's hands were covering and caressing Lisa's tits over the sparkling red material, forcing her breasts up and out of the top of the dress. Then she bent around Lisa and took her swollen nipple between her lips and sucked loudly to the delight of their observers. Henry was the first to move towards the dancing pair. He looked back at Matt and asked, "These girls just dance with each other?" Matt shook his head as he took another hit. "All you got to do is ask, my man," he grinned as he answered the big, black bouncer. With that, Henry took Lisa away from Margie, replacing the hot little Asian girl's hands and lips with his own. Lisa made little whimpering sounds of pure pleasure as the tall, powerful man flicked her nipples with his broad flat tongue and moved his hands over her ass and stroked her hot, inner thighs with his long, black fingers. Henry turned Lisa around until her back was facing Jamal and Maurice and the strange white dude. He lifted the shiny red material over her perfect bubble-butt, exposing her to the rest of the room as he slid his finger between her cheeks. William moved as well, gliding across the floor until he had Margie in his long arms. They started to kiss as well, with William's hands searching for and finding the halter tie behind her neck. Margie's breath caught in her throat as she felt him pull the bow apart. Untied, her dress fell away from her pounding chest; her nipples had never felt longer or harder as the tall, dark stranger licked and sucked the fat dark tips and then squeezed them between his long, dark fingers until she thought they would burst. He peeled the electric blue sheath down over Margie's chest, then lower, revealing her flat stomach and the curve of her hips. The good-looking man dropped to his knees by her side as his fingers stroked her golden flesh and his full, dark lips kissed the swell of her breasts down to her cute little bellybutton. Then with a flourish, he peeled the dress all the way down her stockinged legs. Balancing herself with her hand on his shoulder, Margie stepped out of the dress, leaving herself covered only by the tiny, white lace panties and her black thigh-high hose. She knew, without looking, that her panties were made totally transparent by the wetness leaking from her cunt. Matt looked at Jamal and Maurice taking in the action. Their tongues were almost hitting the floor as they watched Margie and Lisa, identical in matching lingerie, touching and kissing each other. Building the heat in the room, they teased Henry and William with their hard nipples and their tiny fingers. Taking the joint from Matt's hand, Jamal took a long hit and then turned to the young man. "Say, Matt, what did you mean before about '*You hope you have a chance to come back*'? You local folks, right?" Matt nodded at the manager. "Looks like your ladies are comfortable here...you seem to be pretty relaxed yourself." "That is certainly true, Jamal," Matt said as he took the joint out of Jamal's hand and took a hit. Lisa was kneeling in front of Henry, stroking his long, hard cock with her little manicured fingers. Margie was sitting back on the couch, relishing the feeling of William's tongue wiping across her shaved mound. "It's just that...well...some friends of mine were here yesterday..." Matt took another hit, "and they weren't made to feel this comfortable. In fact, they weren't even allowed to stay inside." He blew a long, thin stream of smoke between Jamal and Maurice. Matt picked up his beer and moved over next to Margie on the couch. When he sat down, Lisa immediately moved to his other side. Both girls started hugging him and stroking his body with their nimble fingers. Jamal and Maurice moved over to the couch, moving William out of the way. Jamal was starting to look upset as he looked down at Matt. "That doesn't sound right...what happened with your friends?" He turned to Maurice. "Mo, you know anything about this?" Maurice just looked at his boss with a blank face. Matt sat forward, gesturing for their attention. A young man named Paulie was here with a couple of his friends. I guess they didn't meet your dress code, because they were escorted right out the door." Maurice started nodding his head. "Oh yeah, I remember. Shit, they were your friends, Matt?" "What happened, Mo?" Jamal interrupted his bouncer. "Talk to me." "Couple young kids came in, Boss...in torn jeans and old tee-shirts...didn't look like they could pay for a beer, let alone an hour for a table." "That's it?" Jamal asked. "You tossed 'em caused they looked like they couldn't pay?" Maurice was getting a little nervous as Jamal was getting more agitated. "No, man...that ain't all. They looked too young and they was getting up in all the girls' faces...made our guests uncomfortable." Matt waived his hands to stop the two men from further discussion. He stood up and his living bookends stood with him. "Listen, I don't really care what happened before." He smiled as he watched Jamal and Maurice focus their attention on the two hot little twenty-year old bodies in front of them. "And, as I'm sure you can tell, I'm all about everybody being comfortable." He gently directed his sister and their roommate to stand against Maurice and Jamal. "I was hoping we might come to some sort of arrangement... then we would all be comfortable enough to come back...often." Jamal was examining Lisa's breasts as Matt spoke. He was particularly delighted with the tiny triangles of pale flesh highlighting the hard, thick nipples on each tit. He rolled a swollen nub between his finger and thumb, slowly driving Lisa out of her mind. "What kind of arrangement might you be looking for, Matt?" Matt smiled again as he took another hit of the outstanding weed. "Remember," he choked out over the smoke, "I'm all about comfort. Let's start with yours, gentlemen." He gestured to the girls and they immediately dropped to their knees beside their tall, black companions. Jamal and Maurice looked down to see small hands unzipping their pants and reaching in for their thickening cocks. Lisa and Margie had been on the edge since they started dancing and making out. They were both so anxious to get this particular party started they were hardly listening to their *Master's* negotiations. Much more interested in what was in hand, they started licking the thick, dark slabs of fuck-meat right in front of their faces. Margie was fighting to control herself as she became lost in the musky smell of pure male sex coming from Maurice's groin. "*God*," she thought, "*my parents are so fucked up!*" Lisa, knowing she had to impress the club manager, started sucking his big, dark purple colored head into her mouth. "Comfortable, guys?" Matt asked as he watched his girls do what they do so well. "Maybe it would be better if you sat." He gestured to the couch and the two men sat down. Lisa and Margie moved with them, licking and sucking until two hard ebony poles jutted upwards. Jamal and Maurice were enjoying the oral attention until Matt spoke again. "Maybe," he spoke like he was thinking about what he was saying, "the girls can make you even more comfortable." Lisa and her Asian twin stood in front of the couch, facing each other right in front of the two excited men. They caressed each other gently, working their hands down the length of their trembling torsos. With hands at each others' hips, they peeled the little scraps of lace off of each other and turned back to the couch, their matching shaved pussies on display. Turning back again, facing Matt, Lisa backed up a step, moving her firm, round ass over Jamal's thick, black shaft. Holding herself up with her left hand on his strong thigh, she used her right hand to grasp him and hold his thick, spongy head to her moist, spreading lips. At the same time, Margie climbed onto the couch on her knees, poised just above Maurice's impressive member. And then, together, they sank down over the hard, black cocks; the two men were going slowly insane with lust as the girls sank down an inch at a time, using every muscle they had to squeeze and please the hard, thick shafts sliding up their tight little white cunts. The telephone behind the bar rang. Jamal told Henry to quit staring and answer the phone. He picked up the receiver and listened for a moment. "Eldon's at the front door, Boss..." he said to Jamal, "says two white boys...friends of Matt's...said they were expected." Jamal looked at Matt and started to chuckle from deep in his gut. "Goddammit, I like your style, young man." He turned back to Henry. "Tell El to buy them a beer, keep them at the bar until we send for them." He checked with Matt – "That okay with you?" Matt nodded as he watched Jamal's big hand squeeze his sister's breasts as he lifted her up and then pulled her back down over the length of his deep purple, swollen cock. "Okay, then. I believe you have me exactly where you planned on having me, Mr. Matt." He glanced across to see Margie frenching Maurice as she fucked her first black cock. She was all lust and hunger, sucking his tongue into her mouth and his massive cock into her wet, pulsating cunt. She was so close to cumming on her first black dick. She put her mouth next to Maurice's ear and whispered softly, "Please, baby, fuck me harder." Jamal and the others heard her and they all moaned and groaned at the raw lust on display. Matt moved a step closer to Lisa and Jamal. "It's simple, Jamal. All I want is for me and the girls and a few of my friends to have a nice club to go to, shoot a little pool, smoke some dope...have a good time, you know?" Jamal looked at Matt. "That sounds very reasonable...but why do I think maybe there's something else, too?" Lisa turned around and kissed Jamal long and hard on his thick, dark lips. "Because you're smart as well as sexy, Boss." She gave him her cutest, sexiest little girl look. "Can I call you 'Boss', Jamal?" "Sure, baby..." he grinned at the hot little coed sitting on his dick, "you can call me anything you like." He turned back to Matt. "So, what's the real deal, kid?" He was finding it hard to concentrate as Margie leaned towards them, helping Jamal massage Lisa's tits. "It's easy, dude," Matt started to explain, "I got a *Plan A* and a *Plan B*...your choice, but I think *Plan B* is the better option." "Go ahead...let me hear them." Jamal was chuckling again at Matt's nerve and poise. Lisa and Margie kept fucking the two men as Matt explained the options. "*Plan A*," he said, "would be pretty casual. We'd drop by every couple of weeks, have a couple drinks, and shoot some pool. If you or your staff wanted a little attention from these girls, I'm sure they would be more than happy to comply. For that, I would like my friends to be made welcome here as well. Don't worry about Paulie...I'll see to it that when he comes, he's dressed properly and he behaves with a least a little dignity." Jamal chuckled. "Oh," Matt continued, "by the way, Paulie shoots about the best stick I've ever seen...side bets could be quite lucrative." "Okay, sounds reasonable. What's *Plan B*?" When he wasn't speaking, Jamal's lips were trying to suck the skin from Lisa's neck. He wasn't being particularly gentle – she loved it! "Oh, I think this is way better, Jamal." Matt reached over to Maurice, who was still marveling at the way Margie's cunt clenched around his thick meat. "Give me another blunt, Mo." Matt spoke in the same voice he used with Lisa and Margie. Jamal looked on in amazement as Maurice opened his case and gave the young white boy one of his joints. "Thanks, Mo." Matt lit the joint and then turned back to Jamal. He ignored the puzzled look on Jamal's dark face and handed him the joint. "Personally," Matt began, "I would like to be here a couple times a week." He bent down and kissed his sister on her swollen, puffy mouth. "Oh yeah," he chuckled as he moved to Margie and kissed her the same way. "I think Lisa and Mai Ling would like to spend some quality time here, too." He took the joint from Jamal's hand and sat down. He took a long hit, enjoying the sight of his sluts fucking the shiny black poles in front of him. He blew a long plume of smoke at Lisa's pussy. "Okay...here's the deal. This is a great club, and I like you guys. So do the girls. We'll drop by a couple times a week. You and the guys can party with Lisa and *Mai Ling*. When my friend's come by, they get this room if it's available. No charge for the room or the table...Paulie will let you make the book and side-bets are your own." Jamal was impressed with Matt's control of the situation. "That's cool." He agreed to Matt's terms. "What about you, young son?" Jamal chuckled deeply. "What do you get out of this? This pussy is way too fine to pay for a few hours on a pool table." Matt smiled at Jamal. "You know, I really like this part of town. Some great music, nice little clubs and places to eat." He put his palm on Lisa's breast and rubbed her in circles. "Some pretty hot women around here, too." Matt looked around the room. "Unfortunately, outside around here isn't too safe...especially for young, pale-skinned college students, you know?" Jamal nodded – Matt was telling the unfortunate truth. "Well, I can't expect you to change the whole place overnight, Jamal...but it would be very cool if I knew that the girls and other friends who might be with me would be totally safe around here...you know...like someone heavy in the neighborhood vouched for us. That would be way cool." "What do you think, Mo?" Jamal was chuckling again. "You think we *heavyweight* enough to protect this pussy?" "Okay then," Matt resumed speaking in his control voice. "Just two things and we're done, okay?" He looked at Jamal directly. "First is...well, maybe three things, but the third..." Jamal let out a big laugh. "Boy, I think you had enough of Mo's weed for one night. Now what you trying to suggest?" Matt tried to control himself, but there was that little giggle in his voice. "Okay...first thing is..." he paused to make sure he had everyone's attention, "ladies, up please." Both Lisa and Margie lifted themselves slowly off the ebony poles embedded in their hot, wet cunts. Lisa turned back to face Jamal as she sank to her knees, right beside her China Doll. Both girls took the thick, crème-covered shafts into their mouths to finish what they had started earlier. "First thing, gentlemen, is that the only way you finish in them bareback is with current medical tests results. Current means within seventy-two hours, okay? Otherwise it's blowjobs...which...aren't too shabby...or condoms. Understand?" Matt looked slowly from man to man, catching their eyes, making sure he was fully and completely understood. When he was satisfied, he looked at Jamal again. "Good," he said in a more pleasant tone, "I know you see the value in that for you as well as me and my babies." Jamal stared at Matt for what seemed a long time. Still locking eyes with the young lad, he said, "Maurice, you know what I'm looking at?" The other man was leaning back, eyes closed as Margie used her throat muscles to massage his thick, black cock. But Jamal wasn't waiting for an answer. "I'll tell you, Mo...I'm looking at a man with all the necessary attributes to be good friend, that's what." His hand was riding the back of Lisa's neck as she bobbed up and down over his delicious chocolate log. "That is a perfectly acceptable condition, Matt. What else you got, buddy?" "Okay," Matt continued, "I knew you'd like that one, J." Matt glanced over at the man with a strange look. "Okay if I call you J?" he asked. "It just kinda came out naturally." Jamal looked at Matt again very seriously. "Yeah, that's fine. Last man called me J was my brother. Tell you about him some other time, but sure...that's cool." "Cool," Matt continued as if there was never a doubt. "Finally, because we are both business men, let's put a value on all that I've been talking about." Jamal looked at Maurice and punched him in the shoulder. "Wake up, Mo...this boy is good, god-dammit!" Maurice opened his eyes and rubbed his shoulder. He paid attention. Matt smiled at Jamal, his new best friend and possible partner. "The girls will be here for you and your tuxedo posse, to be used as you like..." his voice dropped a notch and got a little more firm, "no marks...no shit...no pain that they don't agree to." Again, he paused while he looked all four men directly in the eye, one at a time. When they all nodded their understanding, he continued. "Other than that, they really love being dirty little sluts – pretty much anything goes. They'll let you know when no really means no. And the first time someone disrespects them or their decisions, the whole fucking arrangement is over." They all nodded again. "The deal is for two nights a week, at least 4 hours a night. No charge to me, of course, for the room and the table and the booze we drink. Of course, when my friends play without me...no charge for the room and table, but they buy their own drinks. Unless you're making nice money off of them – then I know you'll do what gentlemen do." Jamal waved his hand in agreement, this was the small stuff. "And of course, if there was another, you know, local woman here...when I was here with the girls, well, that wouldn't be too bad, would it? But," he said to Jamal, "I'll leave that to you. Sound good so far?" Jamal tried to scowl at him, but it was hard. He was high, the cutest little white girl he'd had in a long fucking time was sucking his dick like a seasoned pro, and he genuinely liked this kid. "Yeah, sounds fine so far." He shook his head back and forth. "Fuck me, Matt...I don't want to know what this Homecoming Queen pussy is gonna cost me. I'll pay...take it easy on a old man." Matt smiled, ready to close the deal. He didn't want to be greedy, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. "Okay, old man, not that much...I am assuming you deal in a little something other than retail...I want two ounces of this very fine herb – per week – when I bring the girls over." Maurice and Jamal looked at each other, then looked down at the twin heads bobbing on their cocks and then grinned as they slapped hands. Jamal looked at Matt and smiled. "Done and done, young son. Let's have a joint to celebrate." "Cool," Matt said with a huge grin breaking out over his face. *"Perfect,"* he thought to himself. "Henry," Matt said, once again in complete control, "please call the bar and have my friends brought down." Jamal was once again amused by the young man's apparent control over his staff. "And, Henry," he called after the man, "you might want to get a bunch of condoms...unless any of you have a current letter from your doctor..." Matt was exhausted from putting the whole thing together and his throat was way too dry. "William," he called as he sank down onto a chair facing Jamal and Maurice, "please, man, can you get me a cold beer? My throat's killing me." Once again, Jamal noticed with interest the way his well-trained staff was responding to Matt's requests. Matt leaned forward towards the two bobbing heads. "Okay, ladies...quit screwing around... time to end round one." Lisa and Margie responded to Matt's command immediately. They both took the slick, thick, ebony shafts between their lips and over their tongues until the throbbing cocks were lodged deep in their throats. Then slowly, breathing through their noses, they started the swallowing technique that Lisa's mother had taught her and she had taught Margie. Both men started groaning as the twenty year old throat muscles worked their magic, drawing the hot, salty jism out of their balls and up the big, black roots. As the groaning became louder the girls used their perfectly manicured fingers to massage that sensitive patch of skin just behind the men's' sacs, causing hips to fly off the couch, driving the fat, purple-headed cocks even deeper down their throats. Neither Jamal nor Maurice could ever remember getting sucked off like that. Of course, as they blasted their thick crème down the coeds' throats, all they were aware of was the pure passion of complete release. Only later, when they talked about it, did they realize it was the first time that they never had to hold the girls' heads down – they fuckin' loved it as much as the men they'd blown! As Lisa swallowed Jamal's salty load, her body was vibrating along every nerve path. Her younger brother had just sold her hot little ass to these gorgeous hunks. She couldn't wait to start their new arrangement. Like Margie, she was more than happy to fuck her brother's friends, but she was craving something more exciting...more on the edge as their parents described it. She was finally getting it...understanding what her mother and her father told them about that long New Year's Eve night and day. Lisa found her Asian lover in the throes of her own climax as she lovingly cleaned Maurice's spent tool. She licked and sucked his crème and her saliva off his slick black shaft and his ebony sac. Sliding her hands up Margie's back, Lisa moved them around until she cupped the perfect golden globes in her hands, trapping Margie's nipples between her fingers. Lisa lifted her lover to her feet, turned her around so they were face to face, and then they kissed each other as though no one else was around. They were locked in that intimate embrace when they heard the high pitch of Paulie's distinctive voice. "Christ, Matt, what the fuck is going on here?" Jamal looked at Matt and then turned to Maurice. "That the one?" he asked, motioning towards Paulie. Maurice nodded and rolled his eyes back in his head. Matt was chuckling along with Jamal. "Dude, I don't blame you...just no more, right?" Maurice acknowledged the new deal with a long sigh. Matt grinned as he shook hands with Maurice and Jamal. Then he took Lisa in his arms and pulled her close against him, her hard nipples scraping across his shirt and her soaking pussy pulled tight against his muscular thigh. This is what she dreamed of...to be held and displayed like this...by her brother. Margie slithered against Matt's other side, gently humping her panty-covered pussy against him, alternately kissing and licking Matt's neck and Lisa's sweet lips. Matt looked at his friends who were standing wide-eyed and open-mouthed between Henry and William. "Easy, boys...have you met William and Henry?" Winston and Paulie shook hands with the men next to them, but no one really looked away from Margie and Lisa; no one could. Matt saw that Jamal and Maurice had tucked themselves away and stood up to greet the new arrivals. Matt gestured towards his friends. "Winston...Paulie, I'd like you to meet Jamal and Maurice. Jamal...Maurice, my friends Winston and Paulie." The two nervous and confused boys shook hands with the tall, bald men. "Uhm...Matt... this is the man who..." Paulie's voice was filled with stress as he spoke. Maurice, trying not to enjoy the young boy's nervousness too much, smiled down at Paulie – his teeth looming large and white against his dark lips. "And I do apologize for that, Paulie...I truly do." Maurice put his arm around Paulie's shoulder and gave him a friendly hug. Paulie was speechless. "But I must say, I am...I mean we are...thankful for whatever it was that brought my man Matt and these lovely ladies into our club." He was grinning hugely, very stoned and deeply in love with the two coeds making out... *swapping cum*...just in front of him. He looked at his three cohorts and raised his arms in the air. "Can a brother get an *Amen* to that?" Matt, Lisa, and Margie burst into laughter along with all the men in tuxedos. Winston and Paulie grew even more pale and confused. Jamal was the one who first took pity on them. He took them both to the couch and had them sit down. First, he told Maurice to light a joint for the two college boys to help them calm down. After each had taken a couple hits and they mellowed out a little, Jamal said, "You know, fellas...y'all are pretty calm seeing these two little girls all naked. You know them? You seen them naked before?" Winston looked up at Matt and saw his friend nod in his direction. "Uh, yeah...I mean *yes, sir*..." he pointed at Lisa, "she's..." Winston looked up at Matt again and smiled. When he continued, he sounded like a game-show prize announcer. "She's a senior...an honor student with several majors...she gives the most awesome blowjobs – though she says her mother does it better..." That brought loud gasps from the four club men. "She would be Lisa, the lady I love, the older sister of my best friend Matt." When his words were fully understood by the bald posse, they all sucked air in unison as they turned to Matt to ask if it was really true. They found brother and sister engaged in the most soulful kiss; Matt's hands covering his sister's ass and pulling her tight against the bulge in his pants. Jamal looked at them for a minute. "That some intense shit, Mo." Then he broke into a wide grin and started chuckling. "Betcha Mommy and Daddy happy the kids getting along so well." Winston, glad that the tension was breaking, continued with a much more normal voice. "This beautiful Asian angel..." Margie sat down between the two boys on the couch, putting an arm around each one. "*Mai Ling*," she interrupted Winston with a quick kiss. "*Mai Ling*," he continued smoothly, "is also a senior, also an honor student and has the most perfect body of all time. She, Lisa and Matt are roommates and lovers...all of them. Just like Lisa, she fucks whoever Matt wants her to fuck. Lucky for us," he pointed at Paulie, "he asked them to fuck us!" Margie put her hand on Winston's crotch to find a healthy lump forming. She kissed him on the lips and started to slide his zipper down. Matt watched his precious *Mai Ling* as she started to stroke Winston's cock. He spoke softly to her in Chinese, telling her that she could do Winston and Paulie later...for now, she and Lisa were there to be used by the tall, bald posse. She bent over and kissed Winston as she put his dick back in his pants. Winston looked at Matt with a big question mark across his face. With his sister draped all over him, dressed like Margie in only panties, thigh high hose and her 'come fuck me' high heels, Matt moved closer to his friends on the couch. Winston was trying to be as cool as everyone else in the room; Paulie, on the other hand, was pretty excited. He had only been favored once with Lisa's company, and that was for a blowjob. She had come into Matt's room when Paulie was visiting, dressed in her panties and a very sheer bra. Matt scolded her for teasing his friend and 'made' her suck Paulie's dick. It took about a minute before he spewed down her throat. He had never been this close to her almost naked body before...never had her bare tits in his face. The same was true for Margie...she had blown him, but she was dressed at the time as well. He was slowly going out of his mind...smoking that incredible weed and staring at the two most beautiful girls he knew. Matt waived a hand in front of Paulie to get his attention. When he spoke, both friends looked up at him. "Okay, guys...here's the deal. Paulie, you and your friends can play here whenever you want. In fact, you can have this room if it's available at no charge." Paulie started smiling, losing some of his nervousness. "You pay for your own drinks, Paulie...so go easy, dude." Paulie and Winston slapped hands and grinned. They knew that Matt would get stuff straightened out! "But you gotta do something too, Paulie." The young boy snapped his head back around to face Matt. "I told Jamal that you shoot for real, dude. When you're here to make money, you have to let Jamal make your book for you. More important, you have to tell him when to make side bets, which guys are your marks. Ok?" Paulie was grinning and nodding agreement, shaking Matt's hand and then Jamal's. "Dude," he exclaimed, 'this could be totally awesome!" Jamal took the boy's hand and led him through a multi-step soul handshake while Maurice, William and Henry laughed and slapped each others' hands. The tension was completely gone from the room. Matt moved closer to Winston, bringing Lisa within inches of her admirer. He looked down at his friend. "Like that dope, dude?" Matt took the joint out of Winston's hand and lit it again. He took a long drag and handed it to Lisa. She took a deep hit and passed the glowing butt to Margie. Winston looked up at Matt and Lisa and nodded his head. "It's sweet, bro...very sweet." "Glad you approve...we'll have some to play with on a regular basis – courtesy of Jamal and Maurice. Be sure to say thanks later." Matt was smiling widely as he spoke; this was all working out so well. "Hey, Win...listen, this is key...when we're down here, going to a club or restaurant...don't need to worry about bein' in this nasty part of town. Jamal and Maurice are gonna make us known...they'll be kinda like a sponsor for us in the neighborhood...keep our lily-white asses safe, right, Mo?" Maurice shook his head and rolled his eyes. Jamal could see that his friend liked this strange white boy as well. Meanwhile, Margie took a hit off the joint and handed it back to Matt. "*Master*," she whispered in his ear, "your slut is really hot. May I ask William to fuck me? Please, *Master*?" Margie rubbed her fingers in slow circles over Matt's cock. "Don't you want to see his big, black cock in my little pussy, *Master*?" He kissed her open mouth, drawing the breath out of her. And then he turned her around and sent her towards the tall, bald, black man. Lisa leaned into her brother and told him to watch Margie – this was gonna be hot! Margie glided towards the well-built ebony stud, barely aware of her surroundings or the other people in the room. The dope that Maurice had provided was working its full effects on the hot little Asian coed. She was very stoned and incredibly horny. Her pussy felt empty and she didn't particularly like that feeling. Telling Lisa about her parents silly racist thoughts brought her long and deeply suppressed desires boiling to the surface and she was more than ready to indulge in them all. William watched intently, trying so hard to keep his cool together, as the little Chinese angel came slowly towards him. "*Man*," he thought, "*she so fuckin' tight!*" He thought both girls were as good as anything he'd seen in the *Playboy Cheerleader* issues. Margie slid her hips to the dance music coming from the speakers, her breasts moving to the same beat as she got closer to the tall man. Even with her heels on, her face was at his broad, muscular chest. She moved into him, her hot pussy tight against his thigh and her arms around his narrow waist. Her breasts were pushed half-way into him, rock-hard nipples grazing his skin through the bright white dress shirt that covered his sinewy, powerful physique. Margie leaned back and looked into the eyes of the man holding her nearly naked body against him. Her eyes were sharp slits of black energy burning into his face and her voice held all the lust she felt at that moment. Her whisper was soft but her tone was harsh and impatient. "William, will you kiss me, please?" He didn't reply. No one said a word. All eyes in the room were on the entwined couple in front of the bar. William's hands moved lightly down both sides of Margie's face, his fingers familiar-izing themselves with the beautiful, young coed's cheeks and her full, pouty lips. Then they moved over her perfect, full young tits and his large fingers rolled the stiff buds between them; her nipples were so hard she ached. When his hands slid down her flat tummy to her athletic hips, he grabbed on to her and lifted her up to his face. Margie knew *this* is why she had let Matt mark her...make her his *slut*. *This* is what Lisa had tried to describe to her before. She felt totally *on the edge* like never before. She recognized a spicy rum smell...thought it was a perfect scent for his ebony skin. She tilted her head to accept William's kiss as he moved maddeningly closer to her hungry mouth. She threw her arms around his neck as their lips melted together in the heat of their passion and lust. Margie opened her mouth to her newest lover, letting him explore her with his long, agile tongue. She lifted her left leg around his hip and when he moved his hand underneath her firm ass to hold her there, she lift her right leg around him as well. William was lost in the heat of the crazy little girl he was kissing. He couldn't ever remember being with anyone remotely like her before. He was a good looking man, but he thought she was way out of his league..."*Like Playboy out of his league*," he thought. His hands felt so right, supporting her perfect ass as she licked his lips and slid her tasty little tongue around his mouth. His long fingers found their way to Margie's pleasure spots and proceeded to tease her sensitive back door and stroke her wet slit at the same time. The young girl gasped as she felt the tip of William's finger invade her anus and in reaction, she pushed out, knowing the hole would open and allow his thick, black digit to slip up inside her. When he felt her ass welcome him, he almost blew his nut. He broke their kiss and looked down at the golden-skinned girl, his finger still lodged up her pert little butt. "*Mai Ling*? That your name? Baby, I gotta have a piece of you now." William was trying so hard to control himself in front of the others...but it was hard...so hard! Matt was getting another joint from Maurice. He looked at William and smiled. "Of course you do...she is so fucking hot, isn't she?" William just gave him a puzzled look. "What you got William? A doctor's letter with fresh results or a condom?" The tall man shook his head for a second, trying to figure out what the crazy young white boy was saying...then he remembered the conditions for the deal he'd heard earlier. William smiled broadly at Matt and then gave Margie a peck on the lips before withdrawing his finger and setting her back down on the floor. He reached into his tuxedo and withdrew a long, flat wallet. From inside the shiny black leather, he with drew a piece of folded paper and handed it to Lisa. Then he bent down and started kissing Margie again. Lisa scanned the letter and then handed it to her brother. She didn't wait for him to say anything before walking over to the couple and kneeling at William's feet. She unzipped his trousers and drew his cock out. It felt so heavy in her small, white hand. She started to lick his thick, meaty shaft when she heard her brother. "Letter's two days old...very fresh," said Matt. "Been with anyone since the test, William?" The bald man smiled at the freshman. "Only my wife," he chuckled. He stopped grinning when he heard Maurice say, "Fuck, nigger, everybody's been with your wife!" Jamal, when he stopped laughing, told Matt that William has been spending all his time at the club – no time to be out fucking around. When Matt said it all seemed cool, Lisa sucked the big dark head of his ebony prick between her moist lips. Lisa bobbed her head back and forth a few times, making William long and hard. She loved that his cock was shaved...it felt so good when she sucked on him. Then she stood and kissed her China Doll deeply, sharing the taste of William's pre-cum that had collected on her tongue. When the girls finished kissing and giggling, they turned to help William undress. As they did, Matt motioned to Winston and Paulie and they all walked over to the pool table. The two friends thanked Matt for the arrangements he'd made on their behalf. Matt said he was happy to do it...it seems to have worked out well for everybody. But for now, he told them, it looked like the rest of the night was gonna be a private party. Winston and Paulie looked a little disappointed until Matt promised both of them an hour with either girl later in the week. Happier than they were a moment earlier, the boys said their goodbyes and made their way out the door. Henry had followed them and locked the door after they had gone. As he walked back across the room, his tuxedo jacket flew in one direction and then his dress shirt in another. Henry was a very impressive physical specimen and he knew it. He took a condom off the bar and grabbed Lisa's hand away from William. "We have some unfinished business to take care of, little sister." He pulled her into a clinch with his fingers around her tits. As they kissed he told Lisa that the fun would start now...now that the *little white boys* had gone away, he could show her what a real cock and real fucking were all about. Maybe Henry didn't realize how loudly he was speaking before, but he did now as everybody else was stone silent. Jamal almost jumped up as he started apologizing to Matt for Henry's behavior. Matt just smiled and shook his head as if to say 'no big deal.' But it was Lisa who put everything back in order. She backed away from Henry and stood next to Margie. They both smiled at the posse. "You guys seem really nice," Lisa spoke lightly to the four good looking black men. "You're all really hot, that's for sure. Right, Mai Ling?" The Chinese girl giggled and nodded her agreement. "And I think you guys think we're kinda hot, too, right?" All four agreed. "Then can't we just have a good time? No bullshit?" "It ain't no bullshit, baby..." Henry started to explain. But Lisa cut him off quickly. She walked back to him and slid her arms around his waist from behind, rubbing her tits all over his back. She slipped her hands under his pants and grabbed his prick. "Feel good, baby? Does it make you dick all nice and big for me?" Henry was enjoying the feel of her hands on his cock, making him swell up strong and proud. "Mai Ling," Lisa said to her lover, "could you please help me...with my little brother?" The Asian girl giggled as she stepped next to her *Master*. Matt looked at Jamal and Maurice, his eyes trying to say "sorry...it wasn't my idea." Lisa unfastened Henry's pants and slid them, along with his silk boxers, down his legs. Lisa gasped as Henry was exposed. On display was about eight and one-half inches of beautiful black cock. "It's so handsome, Henry," Lisa cooed as she licked the chocolate stalk. "It even looks a little bigger than William...maybe Jamal and Maurice, too. What do you think, *Mai Ling*?" Margie nodded in reply. "Bigger than anyone here, huh?" This time Margie shook her head. "Oh no, Lisa...not at all." Margie giggled as she batted her eyes and did a terrible Chinese accent. "Young white boy here have much bigger snake...look!" She'd unbuckled and unbuttoned Matt's pants and drew them down his legs. Without exposing him, she took his cock down her throat and 'swallowed' around the meaty shaft, making him expand inside her. When he finally unsheathed his full ten inches, Maurice, Jamal and William looked over at Henry and then back to Matt. It was Maurice who finally spoke. Trying to be kind to his friend, he just shook his head. "Not close, man...not even a little bit." "But it's beautiful, Henry," Lisa said just before she sucked him into her mouth, rolling her tongue around the ridge of his thick head. She pulled him out with a loud *pop*! and licked his full sac. Lisa stood up, rolling his cock between her perky tits. "I can't wait to fuck him, Henry," she said, "but let's just have fun...nobody's got anything to prove here. Right?" When Henry saw everyone waiting for him to agree, he nodded, almost embarrassed by what he'd said earlier. The tension once again left the room and Margie made her way back to William as Lisa took Henry back into her hungry mouth. Matt was getting himself all tucked in when Maurice handed him a joint. He took a deep drag and sat down next to Jamal. He exhaled the thin stream of smoke towards Lisa and handed the skinny back to Jamal. "So tell me, Mo," Matt was speaking to the guys but all three were looking at the two couples getting very friendly in front of the bar. "What's the deal with you guys...y'all okay with group activity? I only ask," he continued, "because if you want one of them privately...all you have to do is tell them to go with you to a more private place." Matt gazed at his sister as she licked her way around Henry's perfectly formed abs. He shifted his gaze towards Margie. She had removed her thigh-high stockings and her high-heeled sandals and then stripped William of all his clothes as well. Matt spoke quietly to Jamal and Maurice, watching the two girls move closer together as they each sucked a steel-hard ebony shaft into their mouths. "Those two look okay with it...and I do recommend it...there are additional benefits when my girls play together." Maurice answered Matt quietly as he kept his eyes on the girls. "Ain't no big thing, bro. Whatever fits the time and place is cool. Right, Boss?" Jamal grunted in assent, more interested in watching than in any discussion...these girls could really suck dick and they loved putting on a show. Margie let William's black pole slip out of her mouth. She rubbed the dark spongy head over her erect nipples, loving the feel of his pre-cum on her sensitive buds. She stood slowly, licking her way up his perfect torso until she had her arms around his neck once more. And again, William's hands held her up, supporting her firm buns in his long, strong fingers. She felt weightless to him, she seemed perfect to the tall black stud in every way. Margie leaned across his shoulder and 'whispered' in his ear, loud enough for everyone to hear, "I've never been with a black man before, William. You're so dark...so beautiful..." she nuzzled his neck, sucking on his slick flesh, "Do you want to fuck me, William? Do you wanna be my first African lover?" Maurice, his voice low and petulant, said, "Hey, little girl sucked *my* dick first..." He shut up when Jamal punched his shoulder. William face broke into the widest smile as he looked at Maurice. "That be good for you, nigger, but it is this *beautiful black African* who gonna fuck this girl now...not you." He brought Margie's face to his and they kissed deep and hard. Margie was starting to feel faint from the excitement of her fantasy come-to-life. She let William's tongue explore her lips and mouth as she ground her thick rubbery nipples into his chest. She locked her legs around his back, trapping his thick erection between them as they continued to kiss and rub themselves lewdly against each other. At the same time, not two feet away, Lisa was on her knees again after helping Henry out of the last of his clothes. When she looked up at his nude body, it was like she was gazing at a statue carved in black marble. He was perfectly developed in every way; his muscles defined but not overwhelming, his black penis uncut and thick and his heavy sac as bald as the rest of his body. He was, she was sure, the incarnation of some powerful warrior. And so it was natural for her to fall back on her heels, arms clasped behind her back, thrusting her perfectly shaped twenty year old tits up at him. She could smell her own excitement and wondered if the others did as well. She hoped so...and it made her tremble. Margie looked down to see her girlfriend in the slave pose. She gasped at how hot Lisa looked, but she was worried...she didn't know if it was okay to be a slave for someone else. She whispered something in William's ear and he put her down so she could speak to Matt. Walking over to the couch, completely naked, Margie really started to feel all the eyes burning into her flushed body. It felt absolutely electric and the energy seemed to magnify every sensation. "*Oh fuck, Daddy,*" she thought as she stopped in front of the couch, "*your perfect little princess...naked and stoned...waiting to fuck four of the most BEAUTIFUL BLACK MEN I've ever seen...I wish you were here right now, Daddy!*" She dropped to her knees and then sat back on her heels the same way Lisa had done before Henry (who was now watching Margie as well.) "*Master,"* she kept her eyes down as she spoke softly to Matt, "I'm sorry, but I just didn't know what to think when I saw Lisa kneel like that. Can we be a slave to others while bound by you, *Master?"* Matt looked across Margie to his sister. Lisa was looking directly at him, her eyes full of all the love, trust and respect they felt for one another. He knew she was thinking the same thing he was...they could hardly wait for Margie to be as comfortable with them as they were with each other. He looked back at the beautiful girl on her knees in front of him. "*Bu shr*," he said in Mandarin, "no, not be their slave...give the appearance only... it makes everyone feel better, yes?" Margie looked up and smiled with a new sense of understanding. "Now go back to your friend, *Mai Ling*, I think he misses you." Margie stood and went back to William, jumping into his arms and kissing him deeply. Matt turned to his buddies and apologized for speaking Chinese. "It's rude, I know, but sometimes it's just easier and quicker." Maurice and Jamal just looked at each other and rolled their eyes again. This kid was too much. Lisa looked up at Henry. She was close enough to see the pulse of his blood in the veins that fed his cock, making him thicker and longer with each passing heartbeat. She was on fire, wondering how he would use her...how many times they would have to come back before this magnificent man would give her what she truly wanted. She didn't care – she knew they would be back plenty! For now, she just wanted to get fucked hard! A little tear in the foil packet and she slipped the condom over his growing cock. As she stood up, grasping Henry's thick meat in her hand, she hooked her right leg over his hip and pushed down on his shoulder with her left hand. He let his knees fold until he felt Lisa place the tip of his cock against her shaved pussy lips. She was so wet his head popped right in and as he slowly straightened his legs, Lisa was impaled on his exquisite erection. She wrapped her left leg around his hip and threw her hands behind his head, drawing herself up to kiss his beautiful mouth and then fucking herself with him as she slid back down his steel pole. When she lifted herself up again, she bent to his ear. "You feel so good in me, baby..." she licked his ear and she whispered to him, "I want you to fuck me hard, Henry...I know I'm small, but I swear I won't break." She felt his fingers dig in to her firm ass cheeks as he slid her back down the thick, ebony shaft. Then it was Henry lifting her up and then jamming her small pink pussy back down so hard that everyone could hear it splat against his groin. Lisa threw her head over the tall black man's shoulder. "Harder, Henry," she whispered directly in his ear, "I want to know what it's gonna feel like...when I ask you some day...to breed me...make your baby in me..." Her body was trembling, she was so turned on her skin felt like ripples of electric current spreading out from her wet cunt. Henry held her perfectly shaped body out at a forty-five degree angle, his left arm under her ass and his right arm under the middle of her back. Just like Margie was to William, Lisa felt weightless to Henry as he used all the power in his legs and his ass to fuck his cock as deep into the little naked white pussy as he could. Everyone in the room could hear his heavy sac slap against Lisa's ass as he fucked her harder and faster with each passing minute. Margie was also beyond rational thought as she watched Henry pounding Lisa's pussy just a few feet from where she was resting against William. She sat on the bar stool next to him, her head at the same height as his. She stroked his cock slowly as they watched their friends' fucking frenzy. Margie spoke softly to him. "It's very hot. Isn't it, William?" He moaned his reply. "Is there something I can do for you, baby? Make it better?" William just shrugged his shoulders as he watched Lisa start to cream all over Henry's weapon. Margie whispered into his ear. "I read a story about a white woman and some black men...they told her that she had to prove how much she wanted their big black dicks...they said..." her heart was pounding so hard she wasn't sure if he could hear her words over it, "they said she had to eat their ass holes if she wanted them to fuck her." Margie's eyes closed as the mini-explosion started in her cunt. She couldn't believe those words came out of her mouth. Then she startled herself again. Not waiting for his reply, Margie whispered once again, "Is that what you want, lover? Want me to eat you, ream your asshole, baby?" William looked at the cute little coed, wondering for the hundredth time how the fuck he got so lucky. Not saying a word, he just nodded his head once and moved to the love seat. He stood behind it, facing the bar with his back bent over and his legs spread. The hot little Chinese girl followed, leaving the others to guess what this latest twist entailed. Margie stopped by the couch, took a hit of the joint in the ashtray, and the a sip of Matt's cold drink. She smiled at Jamal and Maurice. "Why are you guys still dressed? Don't you want to party with us too?" Then she moved behind William, running her hands softly over his back and sides, giving him a light massage was he watched Henry fuck Lisa. When Maurice noticed that Margie's hands had moved to William's ass, he got Jamal's attention. When they both saw her delicate, golden fingers spread his ebony ass cheeks apart, they undressed in record time. Lisa was riding the crest of the strongest orgasm she had experienced in a long time. Her admission...her confession to Henry...released an unending flow of her slick cunt juice. The hard black cock inside her seemed to grow longer and thicker with each thrust as it finally drove past the ring of her cervix. "There, baby...right there...cum in me, Henry... ohhh!!!!...fuck me, baby....ahh...ahhh...FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!! She screamed as Henry unloaded his hot, thick potent cum. Lisa would swear she felt it deep in her womb. He pulled her hips against his harder and harder as each spurt of hot semen shot out the tip of his rock-hard cock... four, five, six times his ass clenched as he filled the condom with his thick crème. Finally, he brought her flushed body back up to his. He held her close, his right arm supporting her bottom, his left arm across her back. With the little energy she had, Lisa threw her arms around Henry's neck and put her lips against his. She kissed her African Warrior with the promise of more pleasure to come. Then, pulling her gently off his softening cock, Henry put her down. He leaned down and whispered to her to call him anytime she was ready...to be *black bred*. It made the twenty year old white, suburban honor student cum again...really hard! Lisa's legs gave out as the effect of Henry's words rippled through her muscles. She stumbled towards the love seat, falling on her back on the seat cushions, right under William's wide-open eyes. He couldn't move – it was all he could do just to moan and groan as Margie performed like the slut of his dreams and the whore of her own fantasies. She had started to massage his butt cheeks, using her thumbs to pull them apart. Leaning into him, she tongued the back of his sac and then the skin between his balls and his ass. William groaned as he felt the tip of her tongue slide up that slick skin and work its way into his anus. He pushed out and his sphincter opened to admit her tongue into his rear passage. Margie was so excited she could hardly breathe. She had never felt so *dirty* before...and she loved it! She found the tart, tangy taste of his ass flesh intoxicating and she drilled her tongue through the tough ring of his sphincter. Her sensitive diamond-hard nipples were digging into the back of his thighs, the pressure and friction driving her insane. William thought he was going crazy as well. Matt had moved to the love seat to see to his sister's comfort, his hands moving all over the gorgeous little coed, his tongue moving from her nipples to her mouth. William had seen a lot of different things in his life, but he'd never seen a brother kiss his sister like that! When he broke the kiss, Matt looked at William and motioned towards the girl behind the tall, well-built man. "You want her ass or her pussy for your first time, bro?" William didn't hesitate. "Her pussy, man. Got to tap that!" Matt grinned back. "Excellent choice...right here okay?" He waved his arm over the love seat. William nodded his approval. Matt started to lift Lisa upright and told Margie to come around the front. He laid her on her back on the love seat cushion, her ass resting on the low, padded arm. William moved around and spread Margie's legs, pulling her wet slit up and open. As he rubbed his thick meat through her moist swollen lips, massaging her clit and lubricating himself at the same time, Matt brought his sister back down so she was facing William and her creamy cunt was poised above Margie's mouth. And as William slid his rock-hard cock into Margie's waiting, gaping shaved pussy, Lisa lowered herself, her well-used cunt leaking Henry's cum, on to Margie's mouth. Jamal, Maurice and Henry all started to make nasty comments as William soul-kissed Lisa, squeezing her tits as he fucked the beautiful Asian girl beneath him. Matt moved out of the way as the three tall, well-built (obvious now, as they were all nude) black men surrounded the love seat. Their hands were all over Lisa and Margie...fingers exploring every opening they could find. After a few minutes, Jamal and Maurice took hold of Lisa and lifted her off the love seat and carried her over to the couch. Within a minute, Jamal slipped on a condom and had the hot, slick-skinned coed bent over the side arm and his broad cock had worked its way fully into the twenty year old and her magic pussy. As he lodged his stiff fuck-pole deep in her hot, wet cunt, Jamal became aware of the most incredible feeling...her cunt walls were rolling over him, *massaging* his prick! He was receiving the benefit of hundreds of hours of Kegel exercises – and it was a feeling he'd never felt before. His eyes rolled back as he started to moan. "Sister doin' something...fuck, Matthew, s'good, very good, goddammit! Unghhh!!!" Maurice was facing Lisa and Jamal, standing with his left foot on the floor and his right knee on the couch. Lisa's long dark hair hid her face, but Matt knew Mo's hose was buried deep in his sister's talented throat. "Ain't nothin' to what she doin' to me," he moaned as he rocked his hips slowly, his hand on the back of her head as she 'swallowed' his cock, massaging it with her throat muscles. "Sweetheart," he was swooning with delight, "I'm bringing you home with me...show my wife what a blow job supposed to be." Margie was enjoying the way William was fucking her. Long and deep, he blew past her cervix with each thrust. But it wasn't exactly providing the level of excitement she was looking for. When Henry appeared at her side, her pulse started to pick up again. She'd seen the powerful fucking he gave Lisa – she wanted that too. The adorable Asian coed wanted to be slutty, not cute. She wanted to be used hard, not lovingly. She grabbed his thick shaft and she knew exactly what she wanted. She drew him into her mouth as William continued to fuck her accommodating cunt. When Henry started to harden, Margie let him slide out between her lips. She raised herself up, kissing and licking his articulated physique as she moved upwards. When she reached his neck, she whispered in his ear. "Get a condom, Henry...I want you in me now. Please, Henry?" Margie moved his hand over her breast, pressing his fingers into her hot flesh until he was pulling and teasing her swollen nipple between his broad fingertips. "Will you fuck me, Henry? Now...while William's fucking my pussy...I want you to fuck my ass, Henry...okay?" Margie *Mai Ling* Yuen, honor student and the pride of her very old-fashioned Taiwanese parents, couldn't believe the thoughts and images that were invading her head. She looked up at Henry as she stroked his thick, hard shaft. She smiled as her eyes smoldered. "Don't you wanna stretch my little asshole with this big, black monster?" Henry almost knocked Matt over as he moved to get a fresh condom from the bar. "Sorry, man," the naked black man held out his hand to the young freshman, "you know, about earlier...I spoke without thinking...sorry." Matt took the strong dark hand in his and shook it warmly, with feeling. "No problem, Henry. I like you guys," he looked at his sister and then at Margie, "and I think they do, too. It's all good, my friend." He drew Henry closer. "What did *Mai Ling* want, Henry?" "Don't know why, dude...beautiful little girl want me to tap her ass." There was a definite smile behind the bewilderment. "Guess it would be impolite to say no, huh?" Now he didn't even want to stop the grin that was spreading across his dark, handsome face. Matt leaned close and spoke softly. "Do it, Henry...double-fuck her with your buddy. When you start going hard, slap her ass with an open hand." Henry looked up with surprise. "Don't worry...she'll love it – believe me." Henry nodded as he took a foil square off the bar. Matt spoke again, "Looks like you were a hit with my sister...I hope it was good for you, too." Matt chuckled as Henry did a double take. His voice was deep and clear as he asked Matt to clarify. "She really your sister? And the rest of your family? They know about this?" Matt looked at him, careful to keep his expression very neutral, and slowly nodded his head several times. "Your momma too, boy?" Slowly and carefully, Matt reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He flipped it open, punched a few keys, and then held it towards Henry. "Wouldn't you?" He handed the tall black man his cell, an image of his mother, Laurie, nude and hugging an equally nude Lisa. "Fuck me..." Henry mumbled as he stared at the picture, his black shaft thickening as he thought about doing mother and daughter together. He slipped the condom on as Matt took the phone back. "Anytime, brother," Henry chuckled, "I'll help you out any way I can! I see where your sister gets her looks from, alright." He moved back to the love seat to attend to Margie. "Show that picture to my brothers, young man...you are creating a legend here tonight!" He moved in and spoke to William and Margie. They separated and William sat down on the love seat, leaning back into the cushions. Margie moved in front of him, a vision of young, perfect lust. Her nipples were so hard they seemed to jump off her firm, sweat-covered breasts. Her golden skin was highlighted by the moisture that covered every delectable inch if her body. Her labia were dark from the fucking and stretching that William's cock put her through. They were spread apart, her pink, wet pussy walls on display as she licked her way up her African lover's perfect body. With her knees straddling him on the cushion of the love seat, she settled herself over his ebony spear and sank down, inch by indescribable inch as her cunt opened, got slick and consumed his wonderful prick. She paused several times, adjusting to the new depth that this position allowed. Finally, with his engorged cock fully sheathed in her tight, twenty year old cunt, Margie leaned into her lover, pressing her thick nipples into his chest as she kissed him deeply. Then she turned her face back to Matt. "*Master*, please?" She laid her hand on her firm ass cheek as she looked at him. "Will you help me get ready?" It was a very bold request, she knew, but she also knew that brother and sister liked to be on the edge as much as she did. Maybe he wouldn't like it...maybe...he would *punish* her? Not knowing where that thought came from, she simply enjoyed the rush that traveled through her flesh like electricity. Lisa felt that electric pulse as well when Margie asked Matt for help. She was feeling magical and powerful as she worked her cunt and throat muscles on Jamal and Maurice. They were barely moving...moaning and groaning as they exclaimed their surprise and delight over and over. Sensing something exciting was going on across the room, Lisa intensified the cunt massage and started bobbing her head up and down the full length of Maurice's cock. She needed to hurry them...she needed to see her brother react to Margie's request. Neither man could take the assault on their weapons. Exclaiming Lisa's wonders as they unloaded jet after jet of thick white ropes of cum into her cunt and down her throat, they congratulated themselves on their newest 'find'. She held Maurice's cockhead in her lips as he climaxed over her tongue and into her gullet and worked her fingers around his sac while she sucked every drop she could from his chocolate pipe. Jamal was slowly making his descent as well, the rocking motions around his now tender fuck-pole slowed as his breathing started to normalize. Coated with a mixture of his semen and Lisa's secretions, his cock slipped from her well-fucked hole. Lisa squealed as Jamal's large hands moved under her to grab her tits. She pushed his hands away and then turned around to face him. Lisa put her arms around Jamal's neck and pulled him down into a hot little kiss. Then she slid down his well-muscled torso until her face was directly in front of his softening cock. She licked him up one side and then down the other, sucked their crème off his sac, and then finally sucked his head into her mouth to complete his cleaning. She looked up at both her men and motioned towards the loveseat. Matt stood at the bar, taking in the scene in front of him. To his left, his sister was sandwiched between Jamal and Maurice on the couch. Long black fingers were playing over her tanned flesh – the contrast most erotic when they ventured into the pale triangles at her chest and her crotch – as the three of them looked back and forth between Margie and him. Ahead of him, at the loveseat, Henry stood to the side of Margie and William away from the couch, not blocking his bosses' view. (He thought he should let Henry know later that he'd noticed the action.) He could see that while Henry was eager to start, he knew something larger was happening and was willing, if not content to wait. The music had gotten wilder – the Latin rhythms mixed with African drums and soulful electric guitars seemed to have everyone in a sweat. Matt took a joint out of the ashtray on the bar and took a hit. He held the pungent smoke deep in his lungs as long as he could as he removed his clothes and folded them neatly over a bar stool. When he was as naked as the rest of them, he took the joint and walked over to the couch. He took another hit and handed it to Jamal. When he exhaled, he moved in front of his sister, his semi-flaccid cock dangling in front of her face. He just looked at her for a moment before Lisa leaned forward and took his cock between her lips. The music lifted him higher as he enjoyed the feel of her tongue swirling over the crown ridge of his swelling head. The four tall, imposing black men all gasped as they looked on in shock and awe as the hot little twenty year old sucked her brother's very large cock deep into her mouth. They all *knew*, of course...they had even seen him kiss her in a decidedly 'un-brotherly' way as he felt her naked tits. But this... this was the real deal. They all had heard the stories; they all knew someone who knew someone, etc. The moment she sucked him inside her hot mouth... *incest* ran through each of their heads...*this is for real!* Matt heard the gasps and knew what Jamal and the others were thinking. Maurice got up and walked to the bar to get another joint. He saw the open flip-phone and took a closer look. "Oh goddam, boy!" Mo was groaning as he looked carefully at the photo of Lisa and Laurie. "This your moms?" He found a joint in his coat pocket, lit it and walked back to the couch with the phone. He exhaled the smoke as he handed the phone to Jamal and the joint to Matt. "She's a fine looking woman, bro...a little like big sister here, no?" Jamal looked at the picture and then at the naked couple before him. "Your momma teach you this shit? When she come to visit? You bring her 'round to shoot pool...let your new *boyz* taste that?" He handed the phone back to Maurice. Matt laughed as he shoved his growing meat stalk past his sister's lips again. He took another hit off the joint and then blew the smoke out in a long plume that exploded around Margie's upturned ass. He shook his head slowly back and forth as he said, "I don't know what I'm gonna do with you, *Mai Ling*. Me help you?" He saw the flicker of excitement in her dark, almond-shaped eyes before he turned back to Lisa and said, "Doesn't she have that backwards, *slut*?" He pulled away from his sister and moved to the crouching tigress, her eyes flashing with lust as she waited, half-full, for her *Master's* response. Matt slid his hand lightly down Margie's smooth arched back. When he reached the curve of her upturned ass, he slid his hand off and then brought it back down hard across her firm cheek. At the same time, he spoke to her in Chinese. He made it sound as though her was angry with her. "Little sister, I love you so much!" He massaged her ass where he'd slapped her. "I'm so happy you enjoy our games. I'm happy to help you, *Mai Ling*." He slapped her ass again as he switched to English. "And how exactly did you want me to help you, slut?" He was still acting angry and his audience was enthralled. He reached across and gently brushed his hand against Henry's still hard cock. "You think I'm gonna make him all wet for you?" He looked up at Henry to see his shocked expression. "Don't worry, bro...ain't gonna happen." Matt grinned at the puzzled face in front of him. "I really don't like the taste of latex." Matt turned back to Margie to make sure she was watching him as his hand came down once again across the red mark on her ass cheek. He saw the flash in her eyes as the rest of the group gasped in reaction to the cracking sound of flesh on flesh. His hand slid over the perfect curve of her butt to her inner thigh. His fingers found what he was looking for – her pussy was leaking crème from her reaction to being spanked. He held his slick, wet fingers out to Henry. "See, I told you she likes it." Then he scooped up some more and stuck his fingers into Margie's little puckered hole. She moaned as he worked the natural lubricant around her tight sphincter, stretching her muscle in preparation for Henry's thick cock. "That's all the help I can give you now, *slut*. Let my man take over..." he moved away and Henry took his place, "he knows what you want, baby girl." Matt didn't look back as he heard Henry's hand smack Margie's backside. He was facing his sister when Margie groaned as the stiff black pole invaded her backside. Lisa moved towards her younger brother, her mouth open and waiting for him. With the sounds of Margie urging her lovers to find a comfortable rhythm and the hot, sexy music in the background, the young man brought his cock to his sister's mouth once again. This time, though, he wasn't gentle like he had been before. He'd watched the four men with his girls and it had gotten to him. They were all incredibly attractive people and the mix of racial features and skin tones proved highly erotic to the young man. He looked over to see Jamal moving his eyes back and forth between the sweaty DP taking place on the love seat to Matt's cock as he worked it in his sister's mouth. When he saw both Jamal and Maurice staring at his burgeoning tool, he put his hand behind Lisa's head and pulled her to him, forcing his thick cock into her throat. "Unghh! Unfff! Gunghh!" Lisa grunted as her brother forced his half-hard cock against the back of her throat. Matt knew that Jamal and Maurice, tough as they are, were bothered by the gagging sounds issued from Lisa's throat. Not Matt, though. He knew Lisa was doing it to add more atmosphere to the already taboo incestuous act. Surrounded by powerful men, Matt thought it was time to exhibit some power of his own. Grabbing a fistful of Lisa's long, dark hair, he pulled her off his burgeoning tool. "Suck it all, slut! Take it all down your throat now!" Matt took his sister's breast in his hand and pulled her erect nipple out from her chest. His fingers rolled the swollen pink bud until Lisa moaned and dropped her mouth over the head of her brother's cock. Between his sister, his mother and Margie, Matt had a hard time deciding who gave the best oral sex. Usually, his answer favored the one he was with at the time. But regardless of who might be *the best*, all three knew exactly what to do and how to do it. Now, it was all about the show that Lisa and Margie seemed to enjoy more each time they performed it. Lisa held her brother's heavy sac in her small palm as she rolled his balls gently in her fingers. Matt groaned as she swallowed his entire pole into her throat, this time not bothering to gag. She kept her lips tight against his shaft where it grew out of him until she heard Maurice comment on it to his friend. When Jamal said that Matt 'obviously... can't be that big' she knew her time was at hand. Margie was having the fuck of her life, riding the crest of a cataclysmic orgasm as two of the most gorgeous male specimens she had every seen were exercising all of their perfectly formed muscles on her behalf. Every grunt and groan was music to her ears; every sweat-inducing pelvic thrust brought their hot, moist ebony flesh into contact with the satin smoothness of her golden skin. Both men were drilling deeper and deeper with each plunge, filling her cunt and her bowels with their thick, meaty shafts. They felt themselves rub against each other, desperate to fill the little China Doll sandwiched between them with all the thick, hot crème they could produce. Back and forth, the men acted in perfect synch as they brought Margie closer and closer to her climax. The sweat-soaked coed looked across to see Lisa deep-throating her brother and she immediately wanted to play with them. As William and Henry fucked her faster and faster, Margie began rolling her hips, grinding her clit against William until she brought herself over the brink. "OHHHH MY GOD!!! FUCKKK MEEEEE!!! I'M COMMMIIIINNNNGGG!!!" Screaming as she climaxed, her cunt and her colon started squeezing the cocks they held on to so tightly, working them, wringing out every drop of semen they produced. "Oh God..." Margie slumped forward against William's sweat-slicked chest, "...thank you. That was fucking perfect, guys...just perfect." Henry withdrew slowly from Margie's ass. When his head popped out, his cum started to trickle out of her anal ring. Reaching behind her, the little dark-haired girl scooped up as much as she could and rubbed it all over her flushed skin. She rose up off of William's deflating hose and moved Henry so he was sitting on the love-seat next to William. Kneeling between them, Margie completed her attentions by sucking the love cocktails off of their cocks and balls. Then kissing each man gently on the cheek, she slithered her way to the couch to help Matt and Lisa complete their incestuous coupling. Margie swayed her hips to the music that infused the room as she got closer to Lisa and Matt. She rubbed her pert breasts and her swollen mound first against Maurice and then Jamal as she moved passed them, playing lightly with their semi-erect organs. "Did I hear you say my *Master's* cock isn't that *big*?" She giggled as she moved passed them and knelt beside Lisa. She dragged a long fingernail under Matt's scrotum, making him shiver. Margie saw the bulge in Lisa's throat as the shiver reached that magnificent tool. "Don't you remember...before...when Henry..." Maurice interrupted the beautiful Chinese girl kneeling in front of him. "Too far away to tell. Besides...look...nobody could take that much and she got him all." "Mmmmh hmmmmmm!!!" Lisa mumbled around her brother's erection. Margie flashed a killer smile at Maurice as she slid her hand up the inside of her firm thigh, dragging her fingers through the moist slit of her swollen pussy lips and then up to her centerfold tits. "You a betting man, Mr. Maurice?" She tweaked her dark pink nipple waiting for his reply. "What you got in mind, honey?" Maurice chuckled, slapping Jamal on the shoulder and drawing a glare in response. Margie smiled at Matt and then turned back to Maurice. "If she has swallowed at least ten inches, then you give me an ounce of your best stash." She took the joint out of Matt's hand and took a hit. After she exhaled, she said, "And not this stuff, either. It's good, but I know you don't carry your best, right?" Jamal, William and Henry started laughing, knowing the girl was correct. Maurice suddenly didn't seem so sure of himself. "And if he under ten? What do I get?" Margie stood and moved to the couch. She slid her body around the tall, muscular black man, pressing her breasts into him and dragging her hard pink nipples across his ebony flesh. Her pussy was sliding over his thickening shaft as she moved against him. "Me," she said. "For a whole weekend, Maurice..." she grabbed his balls and started to squeeze, "no rules, no limits. You can do whatever you want to me...anything, Maurice..." her voice dropped so he could hardly hear her, "anything at all for forty-eight hours." The comments from the posse decided it for Maurice. He asked William to get a tape measure from the toolkit behind the bar. A moment later, Margie had the device in her hand. She knelt next to Lisa again and looked up at the handsome black stud. "Come closer, Mr. Maurice," she curled her finger at him, "I don't want you to accuse me of cheating." He leaned forward and saw Margie press the end of the tape against Matt's groin at the side of his thick stalk. "Okay, baby," she said to Lisa, "time for show-and-tell." Lisa began to pull away from her brother, slowly letting his cock slide out from between her plump, juicy lips. Margie held the tape next to his stiff pole as Lisa moved back. The rest of the men gathered closer; Maurice counted out the inches as more and more of Matt's cock was exposed and measured. When Margie held the 8" mark next to the throbbing meat, she motioned to Lisa to stop moving. Margie looked at Maurice and smiled at him. "Would you like to go double-or-nothing, Mr. Maurice? For the second weekend, I'll pay for the best hotel room in town. You can keep me handcuffed to the bed for forty-eight hours...bring your friends...whatever you want." Maurice almost succumbed to the comments from the posse, but in the end declined her offer. That done, Lisa let the rest of her brother's cock slide out from between her lips. Maurice had his hands around Margie as she held the 10" marker just above the ridge circling his dark cockhead. "Well fuck me...you'll have your ounce before you leave, darling." Margie dropped the tape and licked Matt's pole. Maurice turned to Jamal, his eyes wide and bright. "Ain't never seen a brother and sister do that for real. Is it me, or does it get you in the nuts, too?" Jamal and the others all moaned in agreement. Lisa stood and took a drink of water and then found a lit joint in an ashtray. She took a hit and then gave it to her younger brother. She looked at each of the men in the room, a smile on her all-American cheerleader face. "You guys liked that, huh? Did I tell you guys..." she found Matt's phone and held up the photo of Lisa and her mother, naked in each other's arms. "it was Mom who taught me how to do that for my baby brother?" Lisa sat back on the couch, making room for herself between Jamal and Maurice. Leaning back, with the edge of her ass on the front of the cushion, she threw her right leg over Jamal's left thigh and her left over Maurice's right. Lisa loved this part most of all. Her heart was beating so fast and she could barely speak. Just knowing what was coming was enough to start her cunt lubricating itself and to make her nipples extend themselves on her perfect, firm breasts. Lisa grabbed a thick, hard black cock in both her hands and slowly started to stroke them. "Look," she told them and nodded to where Margie was sliding the end of Matt's cock through Lisa's dripping slit. When she had coated the long, thick stalk and the firm head in cunt crème, Margie put Matt's cockhead inside his sister's pussy lips and started feeding him into her cunt. "The first time my brother fucked me..." A moan interrupted the gorgeous twenty year old as her brother slid the full length of his blood-engorged tool into his sister's cunt. "UNnnnngggghhh...easy, baby...let me get used to it, honey..." She continued stroking the hot, ebony cocks in her small white hands. "The first time, my daddy put Matt's big cock in me and then he and mom watched us." Matt was really fucking his sister now, sliding out until just his head was between her lips and then plunging into her until his groin meshed with hers and his balls slapped against her upturned ass. Lisa leveraged her legs against Maurice and Jamal as her back slid lower and her ass lifted higher, making it easier for her brother to take her hard and deep. "That's it, baby...fuck me...ohhh OHHHH FUCK ME MATTTTTT!!!!!!!!!" The nonstop thrusting of his engorged cock put his sister right over the edge and it was all Matt could do to control his orgasm as her cunt muscles worked his fuck-meat with each spasm. When Lisa stopped trembling, Matt pulled his thick pole out of her well-fucked hole and laid his ten inches across her stomach pointed up at her face. Lisa let go of the ebony flesh she had been gripping so strongly. Now with one hand she held Matt's hot, hard cock and with the other she cradled his full sac. She looked at Jamal and then at Maurice. She smiled across at Margie as she saw her China Doll pleasuring William and Henry, appreciating the contrasting colors where their hands covered Margie's flesh. She blew a kiss to her brother and then spoke again. "Boss..." she looked first at Jamal and then at Maurice, "Mister Maurice...what you think now? Isn't family love just the best?" She looked across at William and Henry as she stroked Matt. "And you two...oh my God!...you are so beautiful...even money says any of the women in your families would have you in a minute – if they haven't already!" Lisa lifted her brother's cock, aiming it towards her mouth and scraped her fingernail against the soft underside of sac. "Boss," her voice was deep and breathy, "I bet you have a sister or a cousin you would like to do this to..." She scraped his sac once again and Matt let one long spurt of his cum fly at his sister's face. With some of the cum on her tongue and the rest on her chin, she turned to Maurice. "And you, baby? You dream of doing this to your sister?" And again, she coaxed another long stream from her brother's cock. This time she displayed the cum in her mouth before swallowing it down. Matt pulled his cock off Lisa's stomach and pushed it back into her cunt where he shot two more thick streams of his cum into his sister. Then just as quickly, he pulled away and turned to Margie. She stood in front of him with her arms reaching up and clasping him around the neck. He lifted her curvy little golden butt in his hands and her legs wrapped around his hips. Margie moaned as her Master dropped her slick pussy lips over his swollen cockhead and plunged into her hot gripping cunt. Her diamond-hard nipples scraped his skin as she felt him release the rest of his climax. They kissed hard and deep as he emptied himself into this perfect young girl, feeling their connection and their love once more. When he was through, Matt lifted her off his softening cock and laid her down on the coffee table in front of his sister. He took Lisa's hand and lifted her up, kissing her deeply as well as he guided her to Margie. She knelt above her girlfriend's face, her heart pounding so hard she thought she would pass out. Matt hadn't really pushed her into anything too outrageous since the drive back to school...until now! She squeezed her pussy muscles rhythmically, thankful once again for Margie's exercise tips, until her brother's crème slid out of her gaping hole and unto Margie's open mouth. Then Lisa dropped her head to Margie's bare mound and in a well-practiced move, they rolled over so Margie was now straddling Lisa's face. Margie sat up, her swollen lips hanging several inches above Lisa's hungry mouth. She looked at her Master and smiled as she started to gently roll her hips. She closed her eyes and thought, for just a moment, about her childhood in Taiwan. Little girls were taught at school, from the earliest years, that they must exercise their vaginal muscles *every day of their lives* or they would lose their husbands after they had a child. That was nonsense, of course...but she was certainly happy with the results regardless. Lisa was happy with the results, too, as she saw her brother's thick semen fall slowly from Margie's beautiful pussy and collect in her hungry hole. This time, after the exchange, Margie leaned forward and started licking and sucking Lisa's gash and Lisa did the same to her. Using their fingers to hold cunt lips apart and ass cheeks spread open, they exposed themselves fully to the four black men who would become very close, very special friends sooner than anyone might have imagined. And as they had done to each other so often before, fingers and lips and tongues brought both of them to resounding orgasms, each of them losing themselves in the moment...in their fantasies... and in their dreams. When the girls came back to reality, Matt was already back in his clothes as were the beautiful black men of the pool hall posse. William had rung a waitress to bring some fresh towels and he gave them to the girls so they could clean off. Maurice went to his office and then returned with a package for Matt and a smaller package for Margie. He wasn't surprised when she handed her bag to Matt as well. "Call me, young man," Maurice said, "before you get rid of any of that." He nodded at the larger package. "And be very careful," he laughed, "with that." This time he motioned towards the small bag. The girls were dressed and ready to go in minutes. *"They look as good leaving as they did walking in earlier. Better," thought Matt, "more confidence."* He realized Jamal was saying something to him. "Sorry, J..." he shook his head at his sister, "I couldn't take my eyes off her. What did you say?" Jamal chuckled quietly at his new friend. "I understand Matt...I truly do. What I said was take my card..." he held it out for Matt, "it has my cell number and my email. Send me pictures of you and the girls and your friends...and your cars and license plate numbers, okay? I'll make sure it gets circulated around." Jamal looked around the room, making sure everything was under control. He smiled as he saw Lisa and Margie flirting with William and Henry as they waited for Matt. Then he noticed Maurice on the phone at the bar, smiling and then replacing the receiver on its cradle. Maurice walked over to Matt and put a long arm around the young man's shoulder. "Taxi out front for you, Bowie." Matt looked puzzled and then Jamal started to laugh. "You still got it, Mo," he said. "David Bowie," he explained to Matt, "you know...Thin White Duke? That David Bowie?" Jamal laughed again. "You're too young, Bowie, but I like your style." He called the others over to the door and they all walked back out to the main room. "Now remember to call Maurice tomorrow. He know you gonna sell that weed – he just wants to make sure you in a safe territory and your price in line with his boys." And with that last piece of advice, Jamal put Matt and the girls into the cab waiting in front of the club. "Saturday night pretty exciting down here. Call me if you gonna come back for dinner or later tomorrow." The door closed and the cab sped away. Jamal looked at Maurice and grinned. "He told me it's gonna be Parent's Weekend in a couple weeks. Momma be coming in for that... and a whole lot more..."

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Britania's Ordeal The young Dark Dragoon leaned against the solid rock face of Mount Ordeals, wiping the undead ichor from her lance with a cloth. She had spent most of the day trekking up the sacred mountain, fighting off the animated corpses and restless spirits of the dead that guarded Ordeals' secrets from the unworthy. Her name was Britania Strangeways, and she hailed from the Kingdom of Baron. Long ago this mountain had been sealed, and the great hero Cecil Harvey and his allies had fought their way to the peak of Ordeals, to redeem the Dark Knight's spirit and gain the power needed to defeat the dark forces of Zemus the Lunarian, though they hadn't known that at the time. Later on in their quest, a long sealed segment of Ordeals had opened up, offering trials to test the worthiness to fight of several of the great heroes of the Crystal War. Legend had it that the entrance to the Cave of Trials still existed, but only revealed itself to one who was worthy. But the peak of Ordeals still offered hope to any who could make their way to the Hall of Mirrors. Usually one attempted the journey with others who wished to prove themselves worthy, redeem past sins, or receive a token enhancing personal power or might. For some it unlocked the power of the grandest of magics, Meteor, Holy, Quick, and the power to call upon the God of Summoned Monsters himself, Bahamut. But Britania wasn't here for any of those reasons. She had been raised by the state of Baron and had for a long time held a place in its army. Her rare skill to wield a lance in the tradition of the Dragoons, to wear the armor of the Dark Knights, and to cast the spells of a Black Mage was a rare and somewhat unique combination indeed. She pushed off the wall, having regained her breath. The split peak of Ordeals wasn't too far above her, she could see the bridge to the Hall of Mirrors, and about a hundred feet below that, the spot where Scarmiglione fell to his death, at the hands of the Great Heroes. His second death, actually, maybe his third. Britania wasn't quite sure what Scarmiglione was in the first place anyway. Britania climbed Ordeals not for glory, or redemption, or for power, but for knowledge. Knowledge not of magic but of herself, and of her family. She had been orphaned the day she had been brought into the world, birthed from a sorceress known only as Elena, a near-mad mystic that had arrived in Baron via Mysidia's Serpent Road. She had been dressed in Mysidian robes, but as far as anyone could determine that was not her place of birth. As best as anyone ever found, Elena of the Strange Ways had been a pilgrim journeying to Ordeals, an easily noticeable person in the town of mages due to her tall, statuesque beauty, porcelain skin, and lilac hair. She had gone to Ordeals on her own, and seemed to have returned an insane wreck. She found work as a mixer of potions for one of Baron's goods merchants, where her knowledge of medicine and magic could be utilized, and her mutterings to herself about scaled beasts and terrible deeds committed below the earth were kept away from the ears of paying customers. Elena had died in childbirth, and none were surprised. She had never been the healthiest of individuals. Magic took a great deal out of a person, those who devoted their lives in whole to it by their sacrifice, and training the mind over the body ended up with a weak constitution and a frail physique. By all accounts, Elena had been a powerful sorceress, she had shown mastery of powerful White and Black magics, and a hint of the use of Grey, the rare Space and Time magic that was practiced by few, and understood by even less. For so young a woman to wield so great a power, she would have had to make great sacrifices indeed. As powerful a sorceress as Elena had been, she wasn't quite in touch with the real world. She often forgot to eat, she never seemed to notice wounds, which often got infected. The fact that she had been suffering from the terrible pains of Ghoul Fever when she arrived in Baron hadn't helped either. Her body had been made even more frail from the terrible wasting disease that she had never recovered from. But despite it all, Britania had come into the world a healthy child with a full head of lavender hair. It had earned her the taunting words of the other children in her youth, and she had dyed it the moment she figured out how to do so on her own, a practice she kept up to this day. Though less often than she used to, as her helmet covered her hair most of the time, allowing her to let it grow out a bit before needing to recolor it again. If her hair had been silver, as that of the royal family was, odds were she wouldn't have been mocked. Nor if she had been raised in Mist, where strange hair colors were the norm and indicative of a strong ability in summoning. But it was lilac, and she was born in Baron, and so things occurred as they did. What she quested after was the knowledge of her family, who her mother had been before her madness, who her father was, where her kin had come from, and if any still lived. Thoughts of her goal filled the Dragoon's mind as her body glided effortlessly in battle, her spear whistling through the air, knocking skeletons to pieces. Britania rounded a corner and found her breath caught in her chest. What stood in front of her, perhaps a few strides away were strange creatures, not the undead and damned spirits she had fought on the way up, but strange creatures. They appeared to be women from the waist up, beautiful women at that, but serpents from the waist down. Five had radiant sea green hair, the scales of their tails a scintillating pink with shimmering blue markings. Four were blonde, with the pattern of a diamondback rattlesnake on their serpentine halves. Two more sported pale blue skin and metallic blue scales with navy spots upon their bodies. The last featured pale porcelain skin, and scales of brilliant gold and red. It was the latter three that gave Britania pause, for they had hair of purest lilac, the very shade of her own. The Dragoon ducked back behind the corner. Lamias, that's what they were called. There were legends that they appeared on Ordeals, but they were thought to be nothing but myth. They were believed to inhabit the Tower of Bab-il alone, and no where else in the world. But here were a dozen individuals where none were supposed to be! Living beings did not reside on Ordeals, at least not for long. Undead did cluster in groups, but never more than a handful at a time, easily able to be handled. But twelve of these she-creatures was definitely beyond the Dark Dragoon's own capabilities. They were too spread out to all target with a single lightning bolt, and even with her famed Dragon Jump, Britania was sure to be mobbed on the ground while she recovered between leaps. She peeked around the corner, judging the distance, maybe she could use her Dragon Jump to hop over them and make a retreat? The stairwell to the next level of Ordeals was nearby, and monsters tended to avoid the stairs as they were treacherous places. While the spirits could simply float around, the clumsy skeletons and zombies might accidentally end their un-lives with a careless misstep. Britania wasn't sure how well a Lamia could slither up stairs, but she was willing to take the chance. She stepped out from behind the ledge and tensed her legs for the jump. The golden-scaled Lamia turned, apparently deciding to talk to another one of her group, and caught Britania out of the corner of her eye. The serpent woman turned her head quickly, meeting Britania's gaze. The Dragoon couldn't break eye contact, she couldn't move, all she could do was stare. Oh no. she thought, no, no no! She recalled her lessons on Bab-il creatures, and recalled the mind-warping gaze of the Lamia, that which could bind the heart of even the most powerful warrior to the will of the she-snake. She wanted to run, wanted to flee, but she couldn't move an inch. She could feel the unwanted emotion rising up in her, noticing for the first time that the creatures wore no clothing only a few items of jewelery. Rings, tiaras, and bracelets mostly. An unwanted heat began to build in her loins as desire filled her, a desire for the female form that had been present at times in her life, but often ignored and never acted upon. The golden Lamia crooked a finger, and Britania found herself walking towards them, placing her spear in its harness across her back. "Look at this, sisters," the golden Lamia said, "A new female plaything for our amusement." One of the blues slithered up to Britania, her hands tracing over the Dragoon's armor. "A warrior, powerful and beautiful as well. A wonderful prize." she purred. The other blue did much the same, removing Britania's helm. "Indeed, such a pretty face and such fair skin. A rare specimen of beauty. A pity that she hides her body in armor." The rattlers conversed amongst themselves for a moment, giggling before slithering over, dexterous hands working straps and buckles, beginning to strip the warrior of her armor and weapons. In a few moments Britania stood dressed in nothing save her undergarments, gauntlets, greaves, and boots. She lowered her head and blushed deeply. "Oh sisters, it seems we have a demure little pet to p..." the gold paused, slithering closer, her clawed fingertip running over the crown of Britania's head, running over the lilac roots of her hair. The lead Lamia backed away, a fanged grin on her beautiful face, "Sisters, it appears that we may have more than a pet here. Tell me, pet, can you cast spells?" Britania found herself nodding and speaking in a dreamy voice, completely enraptured by the golden Lamia, "Yes, Mistress. I am able to utilize Black magic of a mid line level." The Lamia's smile widened, "Excellent. Sisters, we have finally found a subject for the ritual that we have traveled here to discover. The Ascension of Gia has found its first subject of this day and age." Those words seemed to please the other Lamias greatly. Britania, in her mind-controlled state, couldn't help but feel proud that she had brought them joy, though the name Gia associated with the ritual sent a shiver though her body, the part of her that was still under her own control wincing at the mention of it. Gia was a name associated with forbidden knowledge, the legends told of her in centuries past, a sorceress who desired immortality for the sake of knowledge. She wished to gather all that could be known, and knew that a human lifetime was insufficient for the task. She had extended her life, giving up her humanity piece by piece for extensions to her lifespan. She became a monster for knowledge, and her discoveries had brought many creatures into the world. "You may call me Mistress Ralael, little sister." the golden Lamia said, placing a hand on the small of Britania's back, guiding her forward, "And what are you called?" "Britania Strangeways, Mistress." the Dragoon found herself replying. Ralael nodded, making a motion with her other hand becoming the other Lamias on. "Well, Britania, you may consider yourself incredibly lucky. I do not know what your reasoning for being on this mountain is, but my sisters and I have acquired the item we have sought, and now have the perfect subject with which to use it upon." "Gather her armor and bring it along." the Lamia leader instructed her smaller, pink scaled kin, "She might wish use of it later. Study tonight sisters, for tomorrow we grant Britania her freedom from this weak body." The five Lamias nodded, doing as they were told, while the rest followed behind Britania and Ralael. "You are about to have a great honor bestowed upon you, little sister." Ralael said to her Dragoon pet, "You will be the first since the Crystal Wars to undergo this ritual, which was lost to our race when the paladin Cecil slew our kin coming down this very mount." "Our kin, Mistress?" Britania asked, curious. "Why, yes, little one. Our kin." Ralael said with a smile. "Why do you keep calling me little sister?" "Because you are. You're one of us, born of a union of human and Lamia." the Lamia leader purred, finding delight in informing Britania of her heritage. The Dragoon shivered, not from the chill of the approaching night and her state of undress, but from the knowledge just bestowed upon her. She had set out to take on Ordeals, in order to learn of her family and where she had come from, and know she knew the answers to her questions. She had been conceived by a serpent creature. The blood of monsters flowed through her veins. Britania shivered once again, realizing sage advice present in the words "Be careful what you wish for." -o- The Dragoon sat on Ralael's tail as the Lamias gathered around the fire in a hidden cavern below Ordeals. This particular cave featured a path between the Underground and the surface world. The maze of tunnels beneath the earth was impassible to any who did not already know the way, making it a wonderful place to shelter from unwanted discovery. An hour's trek lead them to a wide cavern with a Traveler's Field in the center, a runic circle that would produce a fire that would burn for hours with only meager fuel, and put off a calming scent that made fighting difficult and kept beast-minded monsters away. Britania had followed the Lamias at Ralael's side, walking peacefully, silently, speaking only when spoken to due to the enchantment placed upon her. Despite this, she had managed to learn a great deal. Ralael took it upon herself to instruct the half-Lamia in the aspects of a heritage that the Dragoon hadn't known existed but a few hours before. Ralael was the designated Matriarch of this band of Lamias due to her age, experience, strength, and skill. A Lamia's scale coloration showed her strength and her power. The pink and blue coloration was that of a juvenile, one who had yet to tap into skill in combat, casting, or racial abilities. Britania learned the names of the five youths, Tyilae, Eodai, Eori, Haili, and Istyria, though matching the names to the proper Lamia was beyond her. The rattler Lamias, Ailoru, Naena, Tyasri, and Dairith were all warriors, skilled combatants with fangs and claws. They were a new sort of Lamia that though ritual enhanced their own serpentine aspects. They lacked the Charm gaze of the other elders, but their fangs and claws were capable of injecting a powerful poison, and the strikes of their powerful tails could render a foe unable to move. The two blues, Isur and Aena, were magic users, one Black and one White. In most groups, either would be strong enough to be the Matriarch. But with such an important task as the recovery of the Ascension of Gia, which Britania still hadn't learned a thing about, the group was under the command their Queen Ralael. Apparently she was that much more a cut above her fellows than would normally be found in such a small band. Rather than a title of royalty, Queen was a title of skill and prestige, of one who was a master of both hand to hand combat and magic use. Britania had seen Ralael's skill in action, devastating a Mythril golem with a Flare spell, one of the most powerful Black magic spells in existence, far, far ahead of Britania herself was able to cast. Britania sat, finishing off the cup of tea that Ralael had given her, watching the Lamias prepare for bed. Some just curled up their tails and rested atop them, while others coiled around one another, sleeping in a serpentine hug that reminded the Dragoon of snakes balling together for protection and warmth. The four rattlers entwined their lower bodies in a way that allowed them to avoid laying their upper bodies on the bare ground, and wrap their arms around another at the same time. They all looked happy and peaceful, several shared passionate kisses with one another before drifting off to sleep. The Dragoon couldn't help but lick her lips, imagining what that must feel like. She felt the needful ache in her loins intensify, the persistent result of the constantly renewed Charm spell. Seeing the lamias act as they did brought forth from the back of her mind a question. "You like what you see?" Ralael asked with a grin. Britania nodded, "Very much so, Mistress. But I do have a question." "Ask." purred the Lamia Queen, taking the empty cup from her pet's hands. "Where are the male Lamias?" the Dragoon asked. "Why, they're right here of course." Ralael said, gesturing to the rest of the band. "But you all look like females." Britania replied, not understanding. Ralael just chuckled. "Let me show you." she whispered, slipping her fingers into Britania's panties and drawing a gasp from the enthralled Dragoon as the Lamia caressed her nether lips. Britania felt... confused. Her desire was finally being attended to, but she felt conflicted, even under the influence of the Charm spell. She wanted Ralael, wanted to pleasure her, wanted to be pleasured by her. But the unpleasant sting of the punishment that had been inflicted upon her when she had kissed another girl as a youth leaped to mind as a half-remembered warning against such acts. She was magically bound, her desire artificial. She wanted sex, but she knew her lust wasn't her own. It was rape of a sort, and then again it wasn't. It felt wrong, but it also felt so right. Britania couldn't make up her mind as to if her feelings were real or false. She was half Lamia, and she wasn't bound by human culture any more. Ralael was a leader of her people, if she would engage in this, than it was okay in Lamia society. But then again... But... but... but... argument and counterargument filled the Dragoon's mind. But all evaporated as she suddenly found her head pressed against a large, pale skinned breast pressed against her face, a lavender nipple forced into her mouth. "Pleasure me." came the command from the Lamia Queen, and the bound Britania had no choice put to obey. She slipped off her gauntlets, her bare hands sliding over the Lamia's smooth skin and even smoother scales, running down the sides of her body, down to the Ralael's hips, moving inward on her scaled underbelly, back up to her trim, muscled tummy, and up to her beautiful, full breasts. This wasn't her own action, Britania decided. She was being forced to do this, yes. A warrior of Baron magically compelled to pleasure a monster against her will. She was a young woman forced to take part in, and enjoy, the act of lesbianism. It was definitely rape. And with that decided the Dragoon was finally free to fully act, one hand moving from Ralael's breast to her own, following the Queen's own hand into her underthings, hooking her thumb in the band and pulling them down. Britania pulled her head away from the Lamia's breast, allowing herself to remove her panties entirely. Ralael aided her pet in her undressing, a simple motion with her clawed finger cutting Brit's bra in half and tossing it aside disdainfully. Her forked tongue slithered out, circling the Dragoon's breast in a slow spiral before coming to the sensitive center and rubbing the nipple, which sent a shiver through Britania's body and drew a moan from her lips. The Lamia curled her tail back, allowing Britania to kneel with her mistress' tail between her legs, the Dragoon's moist sex rubbing against the smooth scales of Ralael's underbelly. Britania's hands sought the slit she had noticed on the Lamia's underside, a thin area where the plate-like belly scales split in half. Her fingers parted it easily, finding the warm, wet folds of the she-snake's sex. Her fingers moved upward. The Lamia was cunt designed to accommodate the exit of eggs and thereby making it larger than the human version, or so Britania thought. About halfway up her hands encountered something she hadn't expected. It was something just as warm and wet, but hard as well. Ralael pulled her head back from the half-breed's breast, allowing Britania to watch in rapt fascination as the Lamia Queen's cock slid free from its confinement. The Dragoon understood the Queen's words, the Lamias were all male, and all female, both in one. The sight sent a shiver through her body, she was more aroused than she had ever been before, looking down at the Lamia Queen's cock. It wasn't at all like that of a human's, nor was it like that of a serpent's, though it shared features of both. The same lilac shade as Ralael's hair and nipples, the shaft was large, perhaps sixteen inches in length, but thin looking. The twin heads, one above the other, were about an inch and a half in diameter and were kind of triangular in shape, the two tips coming to a point. Compared to a human length, one seemed to be upside down, with the slight split facing upward. It tapered down slowly, growing thicker until it was as big around as Britania's wrist at the base, covered in strange conical nodules, aligned in two rows on the elliptical shaped shaft, bigger up and down than it was left to right. The nodules grew larger the further down they were, until they stopped two thirds of the way down the length, where the shaft thickened and became rounded, a number of thick rings appearing. Britania knew what they were for, having once visited a store that sold pleasure objects for women, just out of curiosity. The texture added pleasure, supposedly. She shivered again, a cascade of her juices leaking onto Ralael's tail. The Dragoon wrapped her hands around the solid section of tail, slowly bringing them up the slick length, and back down again. She raised her head, looking into her mistress' face, smiling as she rose up and prepared to lower herself onto Ralael's rod, but the Lamia placed a hand in her lap, pushing her back down. "No, my pet, you must be pure for your Ascension in the morning. You haven't mated a male in the past week have you?" The half-breed shook her head, it had been a long time since she had sex, period. She had had a few men in her life, but most of her pleasure came from her own fingers, except for those the times she had been stationed on Kaipo patrol. All alone in the middle of nowhere, with no one but her riding lizard to keep her company. "Good." Ralael purred, lifting Britania up by the waist with ease, sliding the Dragoon's legs over her shoulders, bringing Britania's sex up against her lips, her long tongue immediately diving into the Dragoon's depths. Britania felt her muscles turn to water at the pleasure of it. She had never felt such pleasure, the Lamia's skilled tongue twisting about inside of her, caressing all the right places, her upper lip moving in such a way to stimulate Britania's clit. The Dragoon moaned with pleasure as the Ralael's hands found her breasts. It was sheer sexual bliss. She didn't mind at all when the Lamia curled her tail upwards, bringing the tip of her maleness to Britania's mouth. She opened her lips wide, allowing the Lamia Queen's cock to enter, slipping down into her throat with ease. Being partially serpent explained something that Britania had discovered about herself a young age due to numerous eating related dares and contests. She had no gag reflex, allowing her to gulp down whatever she could fit in her mouth. She mmmed around her mistress' member, eyes closing in bliss as she sucked, delighting in the salty sweet taste of the precum that seemed to leak from those small nodules. She felt Ralael's tail coiling around her body, soft scales pressing against her skin, a hug that no human would ever be able to duplicate. She could feel the tension building in her body, the hot pressure of climax in her belly. She didn't want to cum, not yet. She wanted this wonderful embrace to go on forever. But Ralael's skill was too much for her. A muffled moan escaped her throat as she crossed her legs behind the Lamia's head, pushing her sex against Ralael's face. The Lamia mmmed happily, her agile tongue quickly lapping up Britania sweet nectar. The she-serpent uncoiled from the Dragoon, shifting her eagerly sucking pet into a different position, allowing herself to lay down with the half-breed's lips still wrapped around her cock. She placed a hand on Britania's head. "Sleep." she commanded, "You will bring me pleasure filled dreams as we both rest." -o- The Dragoon awoke the next morning after dreams of dragons and serpents seducing her, snuggling with her, mounting her, filling her with eggs. Dreams where her body grew covered with scales. Dreams where she slithered on her belly and hunted rodents. Dreams where she burned villages to the ground with her fire breath. Dreams where she ruled a scaled empire atop a golden throne. She awoke without the burning in her loins of the Charm spell. She awoke with Ralael's hard, erect cock in her mouth. The half-breed pulled away slowly, letting the Lamia Queen's dick slip from her mouth, thread of sticky precum linking her lips and the lavender shaft. She wiped them away with her hand, making slow movements, not wanting to awaken the Lamia while she was still in control of herself. Britania sat up, looking around. The rest of the Lamia band was still asleep. Her eyes darted around the cavern, seeking her spear. The Dragoon attempted to ignore the feeling of fullness from her belly, a pleasant, warm, liquid fullness. She found her Dark Spear resting on the rock that Ralael was pressed up against. It wasn't quite in arms' reach, but if she leaned just a bit, she could grab it. The fire had died, the calming scent no longer in the air. The Lamia Queen was defenseless. This was her opportunity to escape. But did she really want to escape? Her lavender hair, her lack of a gag reflex, the attraction to females and scaled creatures that had been present for her entire life. Her mother's pregnancy beginning after her return from Ordeals was more than mysterious. The pieces fit. They made sense. But Elena Strangeways had had lilac hair as well. Could it be that Britania wasn't half-Lamia? She looked down at the sleeping form of Ralael, she looked so beautiful, so wonderful, the perfect ideal of beauty to Britania's mind. To humans she would be considered perverse, finding the ideal lover being one possessing a female form. She would be called worse than that if anyone had every discovered her literal love of riding lizards, the creatures that thrived in the dry heat of the desert where chocobos could not. The Dragoon had traveled to Ordeals to find the answer to the question of her ancestry, and she had found it here, with creatures that the rest of the world called monsters. She had been sired by one of them, by a creature who was male and female, able to satisfy her eyes and fill her sex. What would be awaiting her if she returned to Baron? Nothing but a rigid military structure that would not understand her natural desires, that would shun her for them. She knew that it was a one in a million chance that she would find a mate, a true mate. Someone who understood her, loved her, accepted her, knew of her desires and her heritage and embraced them. Britania stood and smiled. This was where she belonged. She knew in her heart what she was. She wouldn't deny it any longer. Nor would she keep up the lie she had told herself the previous night. She had thought the Charm spell had begun to fade as she ate dinner last night, but she dismissed the idea, since the ache in her loins had remained. It wasn't the false need of the spell that had aroused her, but her own desire. She had made love to Ralael of her own desire and her own free will. She walked to the fire pit, tossing a chunk of dried mushroom into the ashes, using the flame rod placed nearby to set it alight. She looked over her body in the light of the flames. Pale, perfect skin, always free from even a single hair that was not upon her head another oddity explained away by her Lamia blood. As Britania thought, more and more pieces of the puzzle that was her life slide into place. She smiled and shook her head, she could not return to Baron, not knowing what she knew, not having felt what she had experienced with Ralael. She shivered as she recalled the sensations that the Queen's tongue had given her, something no human could every replicate. This was what she was. This was her family. For the first time in her life, Britania truly fit in. She was little different that any of the she-serpents around her, save for the fact that she walked upon two legs, rather than slithered about on a scaled tail. But that didn't seem to matter them. They called her 'little sister.' Even under Ralael's thrall, the Queen had treated her well. The she-serpent's soft touch, guiding her and making sure she didn't get lost. The Queen always moving with Britania by her side, arm around her, pulling her close against the Lamia's own body. She treated the half-breed far better than any commanding officer ever had. And the other Lamias? They had been kind, friendly, playful. Naked, save for her boots, in a cavern beneath Mount Ordeals, surrounded by she-serpents that the rest of the surface world despised, dried Lamia saliva between her legs, still moist precum on her face and neck, Britania felt something that she never had before. For the first time in her life, Britania truly felt at home. She smiled and warmed herself by the fire, hearing the yawns of Isur and Aena, the two mage-serpents stirring from slumber. Britania placed the tea kettle on the fire, preparing the morning tea. She gasped softly as the two blue Lamias coiled around her, each kissing a side of her neck. "Good morning, little sister." Aena whispered into her ear, the White mage identifiable by her darker hair, thicker build and her bracelets, alternating red and white triangles set into silver, the universal mark of White magic. "I'm glad you've decided to stay with us." Isur purred into the other, her hair worn looser than that of the other magic user. She also wore a tiara with a black gemstone and fingerless black gloves. "H-how did you know?" Britania said softly. "Because you had the opportunity to poke Ralael with your spear..." said Aena. "But you didn't." concluded Isur. The two mages true biological sisters, twins. The two sat by the fire, waiting for the water to heat, Aena patted a place on her tail for Britania to sit on, which she did. "We are Lorekeepers," Isur began. "We have thought long and hard about what you have told us about yourself." Aena added. Britania had, on command, told the Lamias about herself, her upbringing, her history, and some of her fears, desires, and dreams. "And we believe we can fill in several gaps about your mother, and your father." Isur concluded. The Dragoon smiled, "Wonderful. I would love to know, but first there's another question I'd like answered, if you can." Both sisters nodded. "Go ahead," said Aena, "We will do our best to answer." Isur finished. "What exactly is this Ascension of Gia ritual that I'm supposed to be a part of?" The mages chuckled and told her, a grin appearing on Britania's face. She could hardly wait to begin.

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Title: Dr Mabuse SOI: Harry & Faith Tags: faith pulled, sister faith, sat father, good harry, special assignment, faith back, faith sat, faith began, train back, nice home I was in my first year of college when Pearl Harbor was attacked. By the end of the following summer, I was drafted. My name is Harry is this is my story. I grew up in the south suburbs of Minneapolis with my younger sister and parents. I was still living at home when I was in college and going to boot camp was the first time that I had been away from my hometown. Boot camp was tough but I did enjoy being in a warmer climate during wintertime than being in Minnesota. Boot camp had ended and I was waiting for my next assignment when my staff sergeant called me into his office. He handed me a telegram and told me that I had granted two weeks leave. My mother had unexpectedly died and I was to come home for the funeral. Being granted leave for any reason was unheard of during wartime but I assumed my father's cousin who was influential in Minnesota politics pulled a string for us. That afternoon I was on the first train back to Minneapolis. The train pulled into our union station almost 48 hours later. I was tired from the journey and sad from the journey's purpose. I was walking off the platform with my duffel bag when I saw my father waving to me. I waved back to him and to my sister who were waiting for me. I now remembered why my sister, Faith, reminded me of Carole Lombard. Faith has tall, thin, fair skin, pale blue eyes, natural blond hair that slightly curled at her shoulders, and wore almost no makeup except for lipstick. I dropped my duffel bag as Faith hugged me. My father, Frank, shook my hand in his usual stoic manner and welcomed me home. It was nice to be home after months of being with only the guys and the sparse military living. "I'm so glad that you were able to come home" smiled Faith, "We really missed you. Mom and I were so happy to get a letter from you and see how you were doing." "Glad to have you home, son." said my father, "I am glad the service let you come home for the funeral." I could see that my father had pulled some strings in his slight smile. I asked, "What happened to Mom? She seemed to be in good health when I left." Frank said sadly, "She seemed to be in good health, never complained about feeling bad, wasn't sick, although she worried about you. Sunday afternoon, I found her on the kitchen floor. Doctor said it was her heart that stopped" Faith and I were quiet as my father drove us home. Faith occasional had to wipe a tear away. As my father talked, I began to realize how their lives had changed since I had been away. Food, cigarettes, tires and gasoline were being rationed and what I used to take for granted was now scarce. On the bright side, my father took a new job at the local defense plant and was making better money than he ever had during the depression. My sister had graduated high school and was debating whether to go to college or make the good money at the plant. Our car pulled into the asphalt driveway of our white frame house. I thought how nice it was to be home again as I carried my duffle to my old room. It had been a long couple of days and I immediately fell asleep in my old bed. I woke up the next morning, dressed in my uniform, and joined my father and sister. We drove to the funeral home. I got to spend some time thinking about my mother as I sat next to her casket. The funeral home had done a very good job and she looked happy surrounded by baskets of flowers. Soon our friends and relatives arrived and most of the conversations were about how sorry they were and catching up with each other's lives. I lost count of talking about how military life was treating me. After a few hours, our pastor came in for a small speech and then we walked to the churchyard nearby where my mother was buried. It was sad for us and I could see that it was real hard on my sister. I put my arm around her shoulder as we walked back to where our car was parked. It was a very long and silent ride back home. We drove home and my uncle and his wife were already there waiting for us. They were going to fix dinner for us so that we could relax the rest of the day. My father went into the living room and propped open the lid of the console radio. The radio buzzed softly after being turned on and after Frank adjusted the station dial to his favorite program, he sat in his easy chair. Faith had changed into a blouse and slacks. She was going to help in the kitchen but our aunt told her to relax and wait for dinner. I could see that she didn't know what to do and I was getting bored just standing around too. "You want to throw the baseball around like we used to?" I asked "I'd love to play catch" smiled Faith, "Wait here and I'll get the ball and gloves!" I watched as she went up the stairs. She really did look like Lombard, especially in those slacks. She threw my glove down the stairway which I caught and then I followed her into the backyard. It was like old times as we threw the baseball back and forth. I could see that the day's events were fading from her mind as she began to smile and talk. Playing catch was good for me also. It seemed like the ball passed between our hands for hours when our aunt yelled out the back door and told us it was dinner time. The family sat down for a chicken dinner and later my father thanked our aunt for using her sugar and coffee rations when dessert was served. It was starting to get late when our relatives left and the three of us went to bed. It had been a long day but as I was falling asleep, I was thinking how much fun I had tossing the ball with Faith. The next day was Sunday and the day our family always went to church. Since my father worked long evening hours, we went to the noon meeting and we did get to sleep in late. I awoke around eleven, cleaned up and dressed in my dress uniform. As I walked down the stairway, I could smell the coffee and baked biscuits coming from the kitchen. My father was already dressed in his suit eating at the table. Faith had made the breakfast and was already dressed for church. She was beautiful as ever with a floral dress with white dress shoes to match. She and I sat with my father and ate a quick breakfast. I helped Faith clean up and we left for church. In church, Faith sat between me and my father. I was distracted by the perfume she had on and all during the church service thought how nice she smelled. After service, we chatted for an hour with the other church members then went home. At home, we snacked on yesterday's leftovers and talked. Soon my father was getting ready for work and he came into the kitchen to wish us a good evening. After he left, Faith and I sat on the swing on the front porch. We chatted about what she was going to do after school and what the military was like. After about an hour, I went back into the living room and and turned on the radio. The NBC Red network was playing some local big band music from the local affiliate. I turned up the sound to where we could hear it on the porch. Then I went to the fridge and grabbed two cold Grain Belt beer bottles. I sat back on the swing with Faith and handed her one. "Like old times" Faith grinned, "Still sneaking Dad's beer for us to drink." "I think that I have better excuses now" I chuckled, "I know he still doesn't know you drink beer once in awhile. He will think that I drank them both and I don't think he will care. Dad has more respect for me since I'm in the service and thinks I'm a man now." "I know" said my sister, "He says that a lot when you are not around. To me, you are still my brother who likes to be with me. I think of you as still a kid like me." We just sat on the swing for awhile and enjoyed the music as the sun and our beer was going down. It had started to get dark when these sirens in the neighbor went off. I looked at my sister and yelled to her over the sirens, "What is this all about?" Faith cupped her hands around her mouth and yelled to me, "It the air raid sirens and it's a blackout. We need to go inside!" I looked confused and I didn't understand what was going on and followed her inside. Inside the sirens whined in the background but we could speak in a normal voice. "What is it all about?" I asked. Faith started to laugh and said, "You really have been out of touch." Becoming more serious, she said, "This is civil defense stuff and when the sirens go off, we have to turn out all our lights or block the light from the windows or doors. We can be fined by the air wardens if we don't" I looked out the windows and could see the lights turning off around the neighborhood. I said, "I don't think there is much chance of enemy bombers hitting Minnesota but I understand why. Well, lets do what we have too as I don't want Dad to be fined. Boy, he'd be mad about that." Faith smiled at me and began to close the curtains in the house as I went through the house turning out any lights. We met back in the living room.The last light was the amber glow of our radio dial but the curtains blocked that from the outside. "Is it OK to play the radio during these blackouts?" Faith nodded her head yes and I switched the station as Glenn Miller was doing a live broadcast from New York at 7:30. It was strange being in a darken town. "Do these last long?" Faith sighed, "Sometimes they last for hours. When the sirens sound again, we can turn the lights back on. I'm glad you are here with me. I get scared sometimes when we have blackouts and since Dad is at work and mom is gone... I don't know what I will do when I'm by myself? By the faint light, I could see tears glistening on my sisters' cheek. I walked to her and after reassuringly hugging her, held her as she put her chin on my shoulder. I noticed the broadcast was starting and as the sound of Moonlight Serenade began to fill our living room, I started to dance with her. I held her close as we shuffled around our room and the smell of my sister's perfume filled my head. I was feeling good holding my sister close and noticing my cock starting to thicken. My hand began to stroke her blond hair as we moved around the room. For some reason and I really don't know why, my hand moved from her hair to the pull of her dress zipper. Slowly,I pulled the zipper down the back of her dress. My heart started to pound as I realized what I was doing and my sister never said anything or moved away. Faith held me close as the music played. My hand that unzipped her dress slid between her dress and her silk slip. I could felt the cool of her of her smooth silk slip and her body heat as my hand rested on her butt cheek. It seemed like hours passed while we held each other then Faith took her chin off my shoulder and looked deep into my eyes. Faith kissed me hard on my lips then putting the tip of her finger between her teeth, looked down at the bulge in my pants and smiled mischievously. She said, "Let's play upstairs." I took Faith's hand and followed her up the stairs. It was very dark but some illumination came from moonlight through the windows upstairs. I had not thought to close those shades as long as the lights were out. We went into her room and I secured the shade and curtains then switched on a lamp. I turned to face Faith who was sliding her dress past her waist. I started to remove my clothing while watching my sister undress. Her dress was in a pile next to her shoes and she moved the straps of her slip off of each shoulder. It was strangely silent as we undressed in front of each other. Faith let her slip flow to the floor leaving her only in her panties. I was never so excited in my life. I had never seen a girl nude before not even a picture of one and my beautiful sister was one piece of clothing after from being completely naked with me. Her nipples which were light brown delicate and the size of quarters that harden to the size of dimes. I pulled down my skivvies and stood up with a hard on facing my sister. Faith looked amazed and then smiled as she slid off her panties. We stood looking at each other's naked body not sure quite what to do next.I had not been with a girl before except kissing and I had heard a lot of sex talk at boot camp but only believed what the married guys had said. I wanted to break the ice and took the next step by hugging my sister. I could feel the excitement of her nipples in my chest and my cock pressed against her hip. Faith looked at me and said, "I have never played with a guy before. I mean I have kissed guys. But I am not sure what to do but this is fun." I whispered back, "I have only kissed girls too. I know what you mean." My sister grinned and said, "Your peter sure is big. Are all guys like that?" I smiled and said, "yes". After showering with 50 other men in boot camp, I knew that I was not that big, only average but is wasn't the time for details. "Can I touch it?" she asked. "I want you to" I smiled. Faith began to touch around my cock as I gave her a kiss while feeling one of her breasts. She reached lower and cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and gently massaged them. "Those feel funny" my sister giggled, "What should I do, what feels good?" Getting more excited by the moment, I whispered "put your hand around my peter like you would hold on to a handle and slowly go up and down". I felt Faith grip her slender fingers around my cock and gently started to jack me off. I began to kiss down her neck and across her shoulders. I could feel her shiver as I kissed to her breasts and began to suck on those hard nipples. "Ummm that feels so good Harry", moaned Faith, "I have never felt anything so good in my life. I love feeling your peter but what is that sticky stuff ooze coming out?" I looked up from breasts and said, "That's called precum. That's normal when you excite a guy. That keeps it from getting rubbed raw and makes what you are doing feel much better." Faith smiled, "Do I make you feel good? I like your peter when it's slippery." I smiled back and said, "You make me feel that best I have ever felt." I continued sucking on her breasts and let my hand slide across her thigh.I lightly slide my hand up the inside of her thighs and across her light blonde pussy hair, and then placed the palm of my hand over her pussy. I held it there for awhile as I had never touched a woman there and enjoyed the new sensation. I could tell Faith enjoyed it also as she lightly moaned and began to stroke me faster. I moved my palm back and massaged my fingers through her pussy hair. I continued smoothing my fingers around her pussy and slowly slipped one finger between her pussy lips. I heard my sister gasp then let out a pleasurable sound. My finger felt hot and wet as I explored my sister's pussy, the first pussy I ever felt. I could feel her clit, slid further to feel her pussy hole, and then back to her clit softly rubbing her it. My sister whispered, "Oh that's feels good. Keep touching me there." "Let's lay on your bed" I directed, "It's easier than doing this standing up." We untangled our holds on each other and I watched Faith lat flat on the bed with a wicked grin on her face. I sat on the side of the bed for a few minutes running my hands across her body then I laid on my side next to her. I returned my finger to her pussy as she spread her legs open. I arched up one leg where it was easier for Faith to feel my cock. She started jacking me again with one hand and feeling my balls with the other. I began to tongue and suck her left breast while massaging her clit. I placed my thumb on her clit and began to explore her pussy hole with my index finger. I could feel it slide in so far. It was hot and softly gripped my finger tip. Her cherry kept me from going further but I moved my finger in and out as much as I could. Faith began to moan more breathe deeper, yelled out, stiffened and then relaxed. "Are you OK?" I asked as I thought I had hurt her. "Oh I feel great!" my sister sighed, "That was the greatest feeling I have ever had in my life. I want to feel it some more! Do guys feel that good when they have an orgasm?" I smiled, "Yes, it is the best feeling ever. When I shoot my jizz out of my peter, it feels so good like my head is on fire with pleasure. There is nothing quite like it." "How do you feel now?" asked Faith, "Am I making you feel good. Good like how I felt?" "What you are doing feels real good." I smiled, "Guys are kind of different from girls when we have an orgasm. I will be shooting soon." "I want to do it." grinned Faith "Do what?" I asked "Go all the way, you know real sex." she grinned, "Stick your peter in me." "That would make me so happy." I smiled, "Let me lay on top of you and get between your legs. It may hurt a little when I first go in but then it will feel real good." "You sure that big thing is going to fit?" she asked. "It is a little tight at first, but it will" I smiled reassuringly. I rolled on top of my sister and could feel her heavy breathing as her breasts pressed hard on my chest. I moved my cock along her clit and along the sides of her pussy lips. After I felt that I was slippery enough, I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her opening. My heart was pounding as I was about to experience my first fuck and with my sister. Faith let out a pleasurable moan and spread her legs farther. I pushed in slowly as Faith was very tight and held it when I felt her cherry against my cock head. I looked into my sister's eyes and asked, "Are you ready?" She smiled and nodded yes. I began to move back and forth in short slow strokes, each time pushing harder against her cherry, and finally I pushed through. Faith let out a gasp and grimaced in some pain. Her pussy muscles tighten around my cock and I waited for the brief pain to subside. Then I began to push further until the length of my cock was in her pussy. I thought I heard Faith gasp "Oh" something but I was too immersed in enjoying my own good feelings. Then I begin to pump my cock in and out of my sister's pussy and Faith began to moan in pleasure as I began to pump faster. Faith was now screaming and I was moaning when I pumped my hot jizz into her. I would have liked to have lasted longer but I was too excited to hold back. We lay on each other, panting out of breath, sweat pouring off our backs, and our heads filled with pleasure. My cock was starting to slip out and I rolled over on my back next to my sister. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling I asked, "Did you like it? Was I OK?" Faith smiled, "That was so good Harry. I wish we had been doing this a few years back! I can't describe how good I feel." I joked, "If we were doing this a few years back, mom and dad would have caught for sure. Then we would have been in big trouble." "Don't I know" laughed Faith, "Well, I want more so we will have to sneak around dad, that is if you want too." "Oh yes" I smiled, "You have made me very happy" "Look Harry" ask my sister, "I have to clean up and your stuff is getting on the bed sheets. I think the blackout is over." Faith giggled, "I was too busy to hear the sirens again. Go take a look and see if any neighbor's lights are on and then turn some on for dad. He gets mad coming in at 3 in the morning and the porch light isn't on." "OK" I said and stood next to the side of the bed. I extended a hand and helped my sister up. She propped the sheet between her legs as she walked to the bathroom and I headed down the stairs. Peeking out the front window shade, I could see some lights on in the neighborhood. I turned on the front and back porch lights and walked into the kitchen. I turned on the light over the sink and began to run water until it was warm. I took a clean towel from the drawer and after soaking it in warm water, wiped off my body. I took the towel with me as I went back upstairs. Faith was still in the bathroom with the water running. I went into my room, throw the towel under my bed and laid down to wait until Faith was done in the bathroom. The next thing I knew the sun was shining through my bedroom window and my sister was shaking my shoulder. "What time is it" I asked sleepily. "About 11 in the morning" she teased, "Guess I wore you out." I really opened my eyes to see a cup of coffee being handed to me by my sister who was naked. She motioned me to scoot over and she sat next to me. "That was so great last night and you fell asleep. You know I wanted more. How about right now?" I took a sip of the coffee and smiled, "I'd love to but we are going to have to wait. Dad will be up soon and I don't want to make him mad at us. You get dressed and I'll meet you downstairs." "Oh Harry" said my disappointed sister. "Later" I said, "Dad will be up soon and you know that he will be leaving around 4 this afternoon. We will have plenty of time to play. Lets go to the drugstore and get a soda, maybe play the jukebox." "OK" smiled my sister as she walked out of my room. I watched as her butt cheeks moved in the daylight out of my sight. I thought how lucky I am. I know some people hate their sisters but I loved mine and most people consider what we are doing wrong, but I loved screwing my sister. I know she loved it too. I put on my skivvies and headed to the bathroom. I showered, got dressed, and went downstairs into the kitchen. I saw my sister smiling radiantly at me. She looked lovely with the sunlight reflecting off her blonde hair and dressed in a white blouse and white safari slacks. My father has still asleep as we left to the drugstore. We stayed there for a couple of hours, listening to music, drinking soda, chatting, and just staring into each other's eyes. We returned to the house, holding hands, and kissing when no one was around. Dad was up and eating a late lunch when we came back. He handed me a telegram. I opened it and it was my orders to return on the Sunday train. It was good news that I was being sent to California to work with the payroll units. I was trained to fight but the military decided my services were best used in the accounting units. Faith and Dad were happy that I was in a safer place but at the same time Faith was upset I had to leave in a couple of days. At four in the afternoon, Dad left for work and then Faith closed the living room shades. Faith and I snuggled on the couch, exchanging kisses or tongues for a long time. While kissing, I manage to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. I stroked Faith's ribs and reached around to unhook her bra. Soon my sister was topless kissing me as I enjoyed the pleasure of caressing her breasts. Faith stopped kissing me and smilingly said, "I want to try something the bad girls in school told me about. They said guys like to have their peter licked and sucked on. Would you like me to do that?" I nodded yes. My sister kneeled on the floor and began to unbuckle my pants. I assisted and soon my pants and skivvies where around my ankles and my cock was at full mast. Faith took my cock in her hand and then stared at my cock for a few seconds. Soon she kissed the head of my kissed, licked over it, and finally put it in her mouth. It was the first blow I had and it felt great even if Faith was inexperienced at it. My sister looked up and asked, "Does it feel good?" "Oh yes, it feels real good!" I replied, "Do it some more. You like how it tastes?" I gave Faith the approval she was looking for. She smiled, nodded her head, and put her lips back on my cock. She explored my cock with her tongue and mouth for awhile then she began to pump my cock with her hand while she played with the head of my cock in her mouth. Faith let go and pulled back with a strand of precum stretching from her lips to my cock. "Tastes like salty milk", she smiled, "Are you ready to shoot your jizz soon?" I nodded and my sister said, "I like sucking on you but I'm not ready to drink your jizz. Some girls do but I'm not ready to try it yet. Let me know when you are ready. I want to see you shoot it out of your cock" I nodded again and she put her lips over my wet cock. She began to stroke me faster as she sucked on my cock head. I whispered loudly that I was going to shoot. Faith pulled back as one stream of cum flew across her cheek. She was still jacking me as three then four streams of cum shot straight up in the air. She smiled as cum dripped off her cheek and said, "That was so cool! Wow, that is what you shot in me last night. This is so neat!" I was regaining my consciousness after coming hard and looked down to see that most of my cum landed back on my stomach. My sister was doodling with the cum on my stomach and traced a heart with my initials on one side and hers' on the other. Faith got up and went into the bathroom for a towel. I watched my topless sister leave the room and thought how lucky I was to have her. Faith came back in a few minutes without cum on her cheek and the rest of her clothing was gone too. She lovingly wiped cum from my chest, removed my shirt, and the clothing gathered at my feet. Faith grabbed the clothing from the floor and extended her hand to me. I clasped her hand as she led me to her bedroom. Soon Faith was on top of me kissing and my cock was hard again poking between her legs. Our two naked bodies rolled side to side as our tongues flickered in each others mouth and our hands touched every part of our bodies. Soon I was on top of her, sucking on her nipples when I began to push my cock into her. She was not as tight as last night and I easily slide in on the first try. I could hear my sister let out a pleasurable moan as I began to pump her. Her legs were wrapped around my hips driving my thrusts even harder. It was not long before I was ready to cum again. I pushed my cock hard and deep into my sister as streams of cum shot into her. I was still very excited and my cock stayed hard as I continued to fuck Faith. Faith had a happy smile and was moaning in pleasure as I continued to pump her. "Harry, I love this but my legs are getting tired. Can we do it a different way? said Faith who moaned and screamed out in orgasm. I pulled out and stood up. I helped position Faith on all fours and scooted between her legs. On my knees, I slide my cock back into my sister's pussy and moved her hips with my hands, back and forth against my cock. I could see that Faith really enjoyed that position as she pushed her hips hard against me. I liked this position better too as I get a better opportunity to explore my sister's body with my hands as I pumped her. I reached down and played with her nipples and then began to massage her clit as I pumped her. Faith screamed out in pleasure as I rubbed her clit. Faith let her head hang down and was breathing hard as I grabbed both hips and began pumping my cock in her as hard and fast as I could. I pushed hard and again shot my white hot cum into her. We rocked slowly as the pleasure of sex filled our heads and our bodies relaxed. Slowly we untangled our bodies and cuddled together. We kissed some but mainly stayed quiet and held each other. We fell asleep in each other's arms until I woke up startled. I heard the back door close as my father had returned from work. I quickly and quietly covered my sister and went into my own room. The next few days were great repeats of that previous day. Faith and I would do things together like go to the drugstore or the movies and after our father left, snuggle in her room for great sex. Sunday arrived and I was on my way to the train station. Dad drove and Faith was in the back seat. It was a silent drive except for Faith quietly weeping. It was sad for both of us that I had to leave and I wanted to stay and be with Faith all the time. They walked with me to the train. Before I boarded the train with my duffle, my father shook my hand and told me to take care and write often. Faith gave me a big hug and kiss. We waved to each other then I entered the train car and found an empty seat. I arrived in California a few days later and became adjusted to my new job in the service. It turned out to be a very important job as I was handling thousands of dollars every day. After two months, I convinced my father to send Faith out here for a few days on vacation as I had some leave coming due. I borrowed a car from a buddy who owed me some money and picked Faith up at the town station. After much hugging and kissing at the station platform, I packed her bag into the trunk and we headed for a rented cabin at Yosemite. Yosemite was a quiet place during the war and we had this great cabin to play in. We explored Yosemite somewhat that weekend and even skinny dipped in one of the secluded streams but we mainly stayed in the cabin, making up for lost time. Faith really liked California and missed me very much. Too soon she was on the train back to Minnesota. I was sent to Hawaii for two months on special assignment when I received a telegram that my father passed away. He had a tragic mishap at the defense plant. Because of the special assignment, I could not go home for the funeral and had to leave so much responsibility to Faith. I would call her as often as I could. Our aunt and uncle helped her out with the funeral, the will, and the personal effects. Faith and I decided that she should sell the house and move out to California. Our uncle bought the family home from us which turned out to be a wise investment after the war. Faith sold what she could of the household effects. Soon I was back in California and sent for my sister. With the proceeds of the estate, we were able to buy a house and begin a new life as man and wife. Faith got a job at the defense plant in town and after the war I got a job in the same plant as an accountant. We have lived a long and happy life together and have no regrets enjoying our family love.

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Title: Why is it all so hard? by RalysEtnedra Tags: Fantasy, Love, Poem, Poetry, Thought Provoking Why is it all so hard? Am I that different? Or just insane? No. It can't be that simple. Why are people so quick to judge? Are they so empty? Or just angry? No. They are people too. I create my own problems. All your problems are in your head too. You think it's hard? It's not. You can never see until it's too late. I create my own worlds. Many of you do this too. Do your worlds make you happy? I hope so. Because sometimes mine just remind me of where I really am. This state we are all in. None of you like it. I know you don't. That's the whole point. We can hate it together. This fantasy we all share. That's really all it is. Most of you know this. That is it's very nature. We must despair together. Is that not the fate of all things? So why not just let it be? Let's all play in the fields of our fantasy. Perhaps we won't notice when judgment day arrives. Has that not been the goal all along? Why does it matter if outsiders deem us base? We can all play together. We can ignore this world, yet find love within it. Is it our condition that makes us lonely? It seems to be the opposite for them. The populace revels in their limitations. Why can't we... or I... do the same? Is it my upbringing that makes me different? I can't seem to find myself anywhere. Others make it look so easy. Why is it all so hard?

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Title: 1derful Tease Ch. 04 Tags: dad rolled, erica dad, slight groan, thoughts dad, moment feeling, soft head, still sex, fuck erica, erica turned, dad knew The hum of the little car shut down. with out saying a word dad looked over one last time and then proceeded to get out. I opened the door trying hard to get out with out falling, and quickly adjusted my skirt. Turning back I offered a hand to Erica pulling her up. She looked at me, her face said so much. It was obvious she was in a wanting state as she just smiled at me to cover her emotions. I smiled back as we fixed our selves behind the cover of the midget door. Then making our way to the line to catch up with my dad. We passed some young jerks on the side and they were giving off whistles and cute remarks. I turned and gave them a disgusted grow up look and that seemed to prompt them more. Saying, “Come here little girl I will give you something to lick!” Erica turned stopped and said, “Fuck you! I guess your town is full of scum!” chucking the bird. Two of them got up off the cement wall they were sitting on, and quickly got in our way. It was not easy trying to walk in heels on the gravel to begin with. I said, “get out of the way dirt ball!” The one on the left kicked a dusty layer of sand and shit over our feet. Now I was pissed and started to yell out, “You fucking losers!” I didn’t know what else to do. They were younger but certainly bigger, and it wasn’t like we were dressed to scuffle with these real jerks. We didn’t really know them, but I knew of them, just as I suppose they knew where we were from. I looked up from looking at my shoes all covered in dirt. I smiled at the jerk. He had no clue as to why. My dad stood right behind them placing his hands around both of their necks at once. Erica laughed as he picked them off the ground. I could see he was not fooling around he gets that look when he is really angry. The one on the right wet himself out of fear. Erica said, “Oh my god he just pissed him self!” holding her hands to her face laughing, as we walked around them. Three other adults came over quickly one looked like the coach or something. The other two looked to be just parents. One of the parents bursted out, “What the hell are you doing!” he knew exactly what had transpired. Dad flung the two toward the three men as they both skidded on the ground. His head just turned toward us as a shrewd look came across his face. Then he turned back to the men saying, “Fat boy, is that your poor excuse for a child? Maybe I should help you install some manners on how to treat a female?” I could see the muscles flex under dad’s shirt in his chest and arms. His neck muscles grew tight as they also swelled with his anger. I looked at his bum. It looked tight in the fine dress pants as he walked closer to them. He might have only have been a few inches taller than them, but there was no doubt in my mind he was going to knock the shit out of them, if they gave him any reason. The man looked at my dad it was obvious my dad was not backing down. There grew a crowed of on lookers and it was fairly quiet. The other two men just looked on as pretending to be some sort of back up. The guy fumbling to answer said, “I am sure we can settle this in an adult manner?” Dad slowly nodded his head in silence. He was right in the man’s face looking for an answer. The two jerks were now standing slightly behind. The crowed seemed to close in. My hands were sweaty as they shook a little. I was not scared, but concerned there were a lot of people now paying attention to what was going on. I didn’t realize that my dad knew him until he said, “I want a letter from each of these \_\_\_” looking about, “Nine boys’ parents explaining, why their son is a jack-ass.” He was as calm as could be. The man spoke, “That’s absurd!” making a face like as if to say go to hell. Then being cocky said taking a look around, “I think there is a few to many witness for you to do anything, tuff guy?” Dad backed up a step pointing his finger toward the team shirt name (Briggs & Son Lumber Supply). With a look of all seriousness he said, “I know you, you think you’re somebody around here. Let me assure you I will cripple you not physically, but financially!” the look of confidence on his face showed he was not bluffing. The man took one look at the little sports car parked only several feet away. It shined with such a gloss and prestige in the setting sun light, even with a film of dust from the parking lot. All the louvers and contours almost make it look like a spaceship. I’ve been told it is one of only 400 in the entire world. Suddenly I think the man realized who my dad was, as he called out, “Fine! Fine we will do it your way!” My dad turned toward us, and started walking he placed each of us in his arms as we moved toward the order window. He said out loud, “First thing Monday morning! You better get busy!” never turning back. The man gave a wicked dirty look to the young jerks, and walked off, pissed. The crowd dispersed as soon as the excitement came to a close. He was sweaty under his arms but I didn’t care as I held him. I could tell Erica was just happy to be holding him so close, as she stole a look at me every so often with a big grin. Being all happy and kind of a sappy way Erica said holding him tight, “My hero!” Dad just laughed giving us both a gentle squeeze. We ordered, took our time ate, and made our way back into the car. It was getting darker now as we arranged our selves in the seat. As agreed Erica sat on my lap. The car had not even started yet as I pulled the skirt she was wearing up a little. Erica turned her head fast, laughed as she knew exactly now it was pay back time. I think in all the excitement she had forgotten. I whispered in her ear, “It’s your turn.” As I pulled the hem up a bit more. Dad looked back several times before backing up. Each time he would glance down, and then glance at me. I licked my lips slowly to tease him behind Erica’s view. He pretended not to see me. I slid her skirt up higher. Though it was dusk I knew he now had a good view of her pussy. His eyes kept looking down as he cautiously waited to pull out on the busy road. As we finally pulled out Erica said, “Thank you for the wonderful evening.” Dad replied, “Your welcome.” His eyes darted from the road to her face to the little display between her legs. They carried on a small conversation as I continued to raise her skirt higher. I was getting so wet watching my dad eagerly looking at my friend in such a way. Erica just played along like nothing was happening. She had no clue. She thought I was playing with her alone, but in reality I was playing along with both of them. Dad knew I was teasing him by exposing her. If Erica only knew. I wanted to tell her in some ways, but also felt it was best I kept quiet. As they talked I traced lines up her outer leg with my fingers. My mind was racing. I could feel the wetness between my own legs, and just knew Erica must be going wild right at the moment. The thought of her being aroused in some strange way made me feel like I wanted to please her even more. My mind was whirling with emotions as my stomach tingled with butterflies. This was the queerest moment I was getting aroused by my friends arousal, and teasing my dad. It was overwhelming just from the thoughts of what dad and I had done. Now thoughts of making him and Erica do something was like it was his biggest untold fantasy. And I wanted to make him happy in any way I could. Soon we dropped Erica off at her house and back in the car I took hold of his hand. I placed it on my exceptionally aroused pussy. My hands were trembling as I held onto his hand. Dad allowed me to comfortably place his hand over my burning desire. He did not say a word only looked at me briefly, as his fingers fiddled slowly into the slippery area. My eyes closed as I was tormented with desires. Suddenly I heard and felt the car stop. We were home and it was quiet for a brief moment. Dad removed his hand and took it to his mouth. I watched as he licked my wetness honey from his fingers. I almost couldn’t believe the vivid reality right in front of me. There was no doubt in my mind what had just taken place. My ass cheeks squeezed as I tried to calm the quivering drip from my pussy with useless cause. Upon exiting the car we made way into the house. It was darkened in the kitchen, as I felt his hand playfully on my shoulder. We turned and kissed, my neck stretched while on tippy toes, and he leaned down toward me. I felt his awesome warm hands holding my lower back pulling me into him. We came to a gentle break in the kiss, and in the dim light dad looked at me and passed his hand through my hair. Then in a low soft voice he said, “Kay, we have a little problem. I know what we discussed earlier, but I can’t help it. You know I love you. I just can’t stop thinking about holding you. I love you in so many ways now I don’t know if I can stop.” I was too horny to want to talk love. I wanted to hear him say it a thousand times. Just right now I needed to fuck, and fuck hard. I looked up at him and with a simple move dropped my skirt to the floor. I then removed my blouse carefully, while I shook my hair to make it flow strait down my back. My answer was silent, yet loud and clear. I am not sure if it was the vibrations of the car, the excitement of the confrontation, or the intrigue of the want in dads eyes with two young females, neither of which he was suppose to desire. I licked my lips as he stood silent watching me. Finally I spoke up from no where, “You do want me don’t you?” Looking up trying to be as cute as could be, making him feel like he was my protector. I always loved that feeling of how powerful he was and when I am with him, how secure I can feel. Dad’s hands rested on my small chest tweaking at my stiffened nipples. He lowered his mouth with out a word to completely envelop my left breast. With his mouth firmly sucking hard on my breast his tongue darted about over the nipple. While his hands slowly traced my skin coming to rest as they squeezed my ass cheeks. Taking hold of his hands with mine I smiled at him as I backed away from his mouth, and led him toward his bed. I Only let go of my hand hold once we were in the room to get on the bed. I lay on my back, my head propped up on the pillows. I spread my legs as I watched him climb between them. Dad placed his mouth over my pussy and I felt his tongue part the tender opening. The warm wet feeling had me closing my eyes as it felt so good. His tongue lapped and licked as one hand slid between my legs massaging my ass, and pussy opening. The other reached up and tweaked my nipples. He continued his deeply desired lust to make me cum. I was bellowing out a loud scream as he hit just the right spots. I was not in control of my body as it ripped through me. Wave after wave of pure bliss took over and wrung every muscle in my body. When the feeling calmed dad took the opportunity to slowly climb up my body. I opened my eyes and looked right into his. I kissed him, and could taste my self on his lips. I then looked at him and asked, “Can you do that every time?” Dad just smiled back as he said, “For that taste I will do it all the time.” Chills ran through my body as I shook for a second. I could feel his hardened cock pressing at the entrance that his fingers and tongue had just made so sensitive. My legs were spread wide as if I had just ridden a horse. My fingers reached into the fuzzy hair of his chest. I played with his nipples as he waited patiently for me to ask him to enter. Looking more at his chest than his face above me, I asked, “So did you get a good look tonight?” Dad eyebrows flinched with uncertainty to my question. “Did you like seeing what you saw in the car?” I asked with a determination. Dad grinned, “I saw quite a bit, and yes it was all nice looking.” I thought for a bit as he hungrily started to press his throbbing member into me. Calmly I asked, “Would you want have sex with Erica?” There was a pause as it was silent. Then he said, “I am with you. I don’t know, not really on my mind at the moment. Is that what you want?” I nodded my head as I spoke, “I think I want to watch as you make her feel as good as you do me.” I traced a line with my finger from his chest to his face stopping over his lips. “Would you do it for me?” Dad let out a “Hum” then a slight groan of thoughtful thinking. He looked at me and said, “I really don’t know if that is a good idea. What if you become jealous?” I could see his point, while replying, “Well you’re going to still have sex with Mom. And I am going to still have sex with James. You wanted to know if I would have sex with others. So here is my thought. I will let you pick a partner for me only if I can pick one for you. Dad rolled his eyes, “Do we need to go into details right now.” His lips were but tickling mine they were so close. I smirked under him in a devious thought. I said, “You want to fuck me?” He nodded slightly. “Then call me Erica, I know how bad you want her. I saw you watching her pussy in the car. I saw you the other day too at the pool. I think you like the idea of a young female wanting you. So if you want to fuck me tonight you will have to pretend I am Erica. Dad’s face contorted, in an unusual way. He looked at me and said, “Fine if that’s what you want. Can I fuck you now, \_\_ Erica?” I let out a little, “MmHmm,” with a big grin as I felt his stiff thick cock press past the opening. My legs went rigid. God it felt incredible to be stretched so tight. I lifted my hips a little to meet his slow penetration. I looked into his eyes and said, “Your going to fuck my friend aren’t you?” He said, “Why, but Erica you are so tight. Do you know how long I have wanted to fuck you?” As he kissed my lips and his tongue played with mine. My toes curled with excitement. He was playing my game, I wanted him to release and tell me all that was in his mind. I just knew he had been horny for us. Now I wanted him to admit it. Some time passed when he stopped withdrew and just looked at me. He was haunched up, poised with an intimate stare. I asked, “What is wrong?” He rolled his eyes up and replied, “I want to fuck you from behind.” “Who do you want to?” I remarked. “I want to fuck Erica from behind, and feel her tight little ass as I fuck her hard.” He said all stern and to the point as he sat back on his knees. I sat up, and gazing at his cock I could see it was still hard as can be. The shine from my wetness gave it a particular nice purplish tint. I stroked my hand up and down his shaft a few times. It was so slick and hard to the touch. I was like, so into his cock right at the moment I almost forgot his request. I looked up at him watching me, enthralled with his erection. I said, “You got a big cock.” My hand was still slipping around his shaft. With a slight hesitation my eyes returned to take in the sight of my small fingers dancing over the soft head. I remained with my legs spread around him and leaned way over, folded in half. I kissed the top of the head, and then licked it. Holding it firm I sank the head of his cock into my mouth. I could taste myself upon his tender skin. The moment was so arousing, all I wanted to do was prove to dad I was in love with this thick warm cock. Slowly I swept my legs under so I was on my knees, without letting the head out of my mouth. My hand slid under his balls gently lifting them. Instinctively I began to suck, and fuck his cock with my mouth. I felt him lean over me with a moan of gratitude his hands slid down my back. One hand parted my ass cheeks, and was reaching for my pussy. While the other rested on my butt cheek grabbing it fully kneading it firm. Soon the wet fingers from within me rubbed over my anus. I was not sure what he was up to but allowed him to feel me openly. It really felt nice as it sent tingles through my crotch. Continuing to suck I let my fingers mimic his I passed them across his rectum. It was so warm to the touch and arousing to think where my fingers were. Now I could taste a little pre-cum as his cock throbbed to my touch. Dad made little circles with his finger then pressed it slowly into my ass. I became frozen for a moment as it entered. He pushed it a little further, and then stopped. My mind was erased for the moment as I just took in the feeling of his violation. I could feel the trickle of womanly silky-smooth oils run down my inner thigh. My body remained still as if in a state of shock. I wanted to stop him because it felt so unusual, for the moment. I felt so exposed it actually made me more aroused if that was possible. His finger rotated slightly, and then proceeded to move in and out ever so slightly. I knew he was watching my puckered anus, as his finger played. This sent a quiver through my body which caused me to clench down on his finger tight. I tried to relax, but as soon as I felt his finger move again I involuntarily tensed up. I thought to my self, “Wholly crap! My dad has his finger in my ass, and is playing with it as well as watching.” I never dreamed of letting a guy play with my ass in this way never mind my own father. I breathed hot and heavily on his cock which was rubbing on my face. My pussy was like a flowing stream sending me out of my mind. I called out, “Oh please! I need you to fuck me!” Dad removed his finger as he turned me around. I was laid on the bed with my face firmly planted on the comforter and my ass exposed to him. His hands rubbed my cheeks, and every third stroke over my ass he teased my anus with a slight probe. I asked without lifting my head, “Do you want to fuck my girly ass?” Dad Spread my ass cheeks, and pressed his tongue into my anus. Only for a brief moment, and then placed the head of his shaft up to my anus. Holding his cock firm pushed it tightly and directly at the small opening. I could feel the warm soft head press against the small opening. I relaxed as much as I possibly could. The thought was incredible, “My dad wants to fuck my tight little teeny ass.” I wanted to give him at that moment the world. Dad rubbed the tip of his cock a few more times then retreated. With a strong desire he placed his cock up to my pussy, sinking it deeply into me. With one hand he brushed my hair back from my neck. Leaning in he kissed the nape tenderly. Then whispered in my ear, “You’re not ready for my cock to be in your ass.” His hips where gyrating fast as he fucked me hard. “Don’t you worry I have been wanting to fuck you too long to not do it right.” He said with a kiss. Upon hearing his words I began to orgasm hard. I let out some loud moans, and girly screams of delight. He fucked harder his balls were stinging my clit sending me through another roll of pleasure. Finally he held my shoulders as he planted his cock deep within, and let it grind on my pussy. Growling he shot his load. It tickled almost like he was taking a pee inside me. He held his firm grip. Only retracting his cock to slam it hard again shoving my body held tight by his grip. Again he grunted as he stiffened his erection as deep as it could go. My pussy pulsed around his member I let out another cry as my head lifted and the sweat dripped over my nose. My fingers dug into the bed as his cock seemed to swell to epic proportions. Then it hit me hard his sperm made a last attempt to completely fill me. I could feel the pressure escaping from the tight fit between his cock, and my pussy. That is when I swore I was wetting the bed. I couldn’t hold it back I just let it go. I am not sure if I even blacked out for a moment of time. I was coming so intensely I didn’t care if I was pissing or not. Dad was ending his climax, as he held me tight holding onto my tiny chest with his hands wrapped under me. He kissed my neck as I just continued to cum on his cock still buried in me. Every once in a while he would give a little push with his hips. Making me feel just how wet I was. These made me give out a mini moan with delight; just that little after glow grind on my sensitive pussy gave me a thrill. A few minutes passed and he slid off to the side. Dad was rubbing my pussy, and smearing his and my cum all over, and around my ass. I just lay content and overly stimulated. I could feel the wet comforter penetrating under my legs and belly. I turned my head toward him with a smile, letting out a gasp of approval like moan. I smiled at him for a while before I said, “Now don’t you think if you were really fucking Erica you should have pulled out?” Dad didn’t respond but for a slight groan. He remained fixed on still playing with my open pussy. I then thought about what he said,”He had wanted to fuck me for too long to not do it right.” I let out a, “Hmm” as I kept my silent thoughts, “I bet he has.” I thought to my self. Dad kissed me on the cheek as he waited, then said, “Ok!” My eyes told him I had no clue as to what was Ok. He kissed me again, “Ok, I will play your game. I will do your little friend if you let some one of my choosing have sex with you.” I was already so wet I knew he couldn’t tell I was dripping over the thought. I played coy then asked, “Who?” He answered, “I am not sure yet, you are kind of young for most of my friends. I am sure they would all gladly ride you, with out a doubt. The thing is finding one who is really horny for you, and can keep his mouth shut. Ya know?” I nodded my head before I asked, “And what are you going to do?” He just smiled as he leaned in close to my ear. Then whispered, “Where going to take turns making you cum.” I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath as I visualized the moment. Upon opening my eyes I said, “You’re really going to do that?” He nodded his head back, “Just say the word. I will make it happen, and a lot more.” I pondered the thought. Taking my hand I slipped it down to his cock. He was already erect again. I said, “You really want to see if I will do it?” I bit my lower lip for a second. “I don’t care if that is what you want. I’ll do it in exchange for a night with Erica and me.” Dad rolled back on top of me and placed his erection back into me. I let my hands stray far above my head. I just laid there as he made his way with me for a long while. He sat up right with his hands on my small ass. He was wasting no time as he drove into me with vigor. His finger soon found my anus, pushing it in deep making me quiver. I wanted to know what thoughts were going through his mind. I just knew he was being upsettingly perverted as he fucked me hard. My own mind danced around the thought of the two men wanting me as their sex toy for the night. Then thoughts of Erica and me naked in the same bed with dad drove me over the edge once more. I began to orgasm and shake. My own mind was betraying me with such wicked thoughts. Dad slapped my ass as he with drew his finger, and thrusted hard. He leaned down quick as he sucked the back of my ear. I could feel him let loose as he then bit down on my neck. I arched up and took all he was giving. My whole body felt intensely good like a morning stretch. His fingers quickly took a perked nipple in each hand and tweaked. I screamed out, “Fuck! Fuck me!” as I again felt the warm rush of blood rise through my entire body. We were both pausing while the moment gently began to fade. Releasing my neck with his mouth he said, “Oops!” Then kissed the painful spot he had been sucking on. With his weight he pulled me to the side leaving us in a spooning position. He made no attempt to pull out, just held me tight in his arms. I rubbed my neck and said, “It better not, be or I’ll Oops, ya!” He nuzzled his nose into my hair and said, “Quiet, or you can have the wet spot to sleep in tonight.” I let out a quick frowning disappointed breath, and then placed my arms onto his. And then said, “Good night.” As I lifted one of his hand to kiss it tenderly. He kissed my bare shoulder and said, “Good night Hun, I love you.” I smiled and replied, “I love you too.” I knew it wouldn’t be long before he slipped out of me. For the moment I was feeling so fulfilled. I would do anything for dad at this point.

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Granted, suddenly turning into a giant was not part of his plans, but if Shrapnel liked to believe he was good at something, it was improvising; not that he actually was good at it, but it gave him the level of raw enthusiasm and energy required to bullshit his way through a lot of situations that he otherwise would’ve gotten stuck on, such as the one he was in at that exact moment, for instance. Anyone else in his position might’ve done something stupid, like stop to think about what happened and probably panic about the fact that their cumtanks were bigger than their entire body and still growing, or the sudden duplication of a previously-singular shaft, or any number of things really, but not him; the wolf knew better than to look a gift horse in the mouth, and understood perfectly that if he was to put his new body to good use, he had to start at once, or else he might just lose himself when the serotonin flood finally got to him. Thankfully, all that was really required of him was that he lean forward and let his body weight do everything on its own, moving his hips in just the right way to make sure that when his twin rods emerged from their one sheath, they would do so directly into the growing, increasingly cavernous cleavage he was delighting his eyes on. It was almost ludicrous just how much of it there was, especially considering how Elizabeth herself wasn’t any bigger than before; in sharp contrast to the giant lupine casting a shadow over her, the serval’s body itself was just as it had always been, sans the colossal pair of mammaries and an increasingly gigantic belly struggling not to be crushed underneath the former. There was a little bit extra pudge added onto her rear, but that was hardly anything to write home about when compared to the titanic weights on her front, doubly so whenever Shrapnel remembered that what he was seeing was not their true size, but whatever was left of the multiple compressor layers that were still functioning. His own equipment had begun to malfunction as well, albeit not as explosively as Elizabeth’s; after all, he wasn’t technically supposed to have a pair of nuts that eclipsed him in weight and were possessed of enough volume to hold the rest of his body several times over, nor did he remember having two dicks instead of one, but at least he wasn’t actively growing several feet every few seconds, and at a rate that only seemed to be getting faster as time went on. In fact, though he was very comfortably draped over a pair of tits that, just moments prior, he’d barely been able to see the top of, the wolf rapidly found himself being pushed back as their circumference grew wider and wider still, until he was left practically sliding off when he finally deigned to open his eyes in order to survey all the changes; that Elizabeth was that big wasn’t surprising, but that the distortions keeping her mobile and (relatively) small could falter so easily absolutely was… especially since there was no backup plan. That, more than anything else, was the only thing holding Shrapnel back from fully committing to this more animalistic side of him, the last barrier standing between himself and giving in to the voice in his head telling him to quit fucking around and get to breeding again: if he did, then it would be all over. Not for him or Elizabeth, heavens no, but for everything else around them, for not only would their full sizes be unleashed upon the world, but these would multiply upon themselves, constantly, until such a point as the serval actually gave birth several months down the line. And if a few days had been enough to leave her so massive that she could flatten most of their local metropolitan area, one could only imagine what she would look like by the end of the final trimester, if such a thing could even be measured by conventional means. Yet, despite this, neither Elizabeth herself nor Shrapnel could really bring themselves to care; maybe if they were their old selves, the ones for whom Liz’s pre-pregnancy size was already considered “large”, laughable though that notion may be, then they might’ve stopped and called it a day. The compressors would still fail, most of downtown would still be smothered and there would be plenty of destruction before they were contained again, but at least it wouldn’t be made worse than it already was… but they weren’t their old selves. In fact, that version of Liz and Shrapnel might very well just not exist at all for how irrelevant they were, locked away in a remote, inaccessible corner of their psyches, replaced entirely by a new couple, one who didn’t particularly care about what amount of damage they caused to the local skyline, or how much flooding resulted from them losing control of their sense of self-control. Already there were thick globs of precum firing from both of the wolf’s cocks, though most of it didn’t actually leave the confines of the cleavage he was… unfortunately stuck in. He didn’t want to think about it too much, but he was clearly unable to actually pull back and free himself, a somewhat distressing state of affairs that was made paradoxically enjoyable by the simple reality that it was happening because Liz’s tits were just that big and stuffed; it was, oddly enough, a sort of joyous pride that Shrapnel took, in knowing that he’d helped his mate reach such a point of perfection that, even with the size boost he received, he was still somehow too small, too weak, to fully handle what the serval had to offer. And, to some degree, the serval herself understood this too, as she honestly had nothing better to do than lie back and look up at what her partner was doing; with her body slipping further away from her control by the second, and her ass picking up in size at an alarming rate along with her increasingly fattened thighs, all the feline could do was open her eyes wide and watch as it all unfolded before them. It felt surreal, and if not for the endless torrent of sensations that her brain could scarcely begin to process, she might’ve just felt as if she were a passenger in someone else’s body; instead, everything combined to make it impossible for her to really do anything proactively at all, with every ounce of willpower having been siphoned from her and replaced with a purely reactive breeding engine running entirely off of raw arousal. Thus, it wasn’t too long before Elizabeth opened her mouth again and let loose another moan, with it almost immediately triggering yet another growth spurt in the colossal wolf above her; it was a testament to how absurdly huge she was that, despite Shrapnel gaining a good ten feet in height and a proportional amount on the rest of him, it still wasn’t enough to even begin to catch up to the growth taking place in the rest of her. Hell, judging from how much her cheeks were starting to ride up her back, and how much ground the bottom of her legs was touching, he’d probably have issues handling her backside as well if he weren’t careful… but really, wasn’t that the point? Wasn’t that what they both wanted? Had they not chosen to forgo protection precisely so they could reap the fruits of their labor with Elizabeth’s motherhood? Sure, they weren’t expecting it to be so explosively big, but that was just a variable they failed to account for, nothing too important; everyone else would just have to learn to live with it, because they certainly weren’t going to stop any time soon. This posed a slight issue for the rest of the city’s inhabitants; while the wolf and serval couple were happily titfucking and ruining a significantly large portion of the buildings around the park (or, at least, what used to be buildings), everyone else had to contend with the sudden emergence of a giant lupine creature with body-sized cocks and what looked to be a disembodied pair of tits running with enough milk to clog up the storm drains and somehow manage to backblast all the way up into people’s bathrooms. Alarm sirens were going off throughout the city, emergency services were mobilized, and the mayor’s office rapidly convened in order to call for assistance from the state government before promptly packing up and leaving once they noticed one of the serval’s breasts getting dangerously close to where they were. Mass evacuations began in earnest, at least as far as they could given that several of the larger avenues had become rivers of thick cream, milk mixed with spunk in quantities too large to allow vehicles through, outright requiring seaworthy vessels if anyone wanted to be foolish enough to be caught outside on foot. The only way to salvation was through airlift, prompting helicopters for miles around, civilian and military alike, to divert their course in order to try and get as many people as possible out of the disaster area before the buildings they were on collapsed underneath the advancing avalanche of soft flesh, or the countless thousands of gallons of fluids being spilled every other second. The very ground quaked underneath them, pulverizing foundations as it did, causing large chunks of the city to start crumbling even before they had a colossal tit grind them into dust, even the air vibrating whenever one of the giant wolf’s moans coursed through it, breaking the sound barrier and shattering whatever windows were still around; flying in those conditions was next to impossible, but the bravery of the helicopter pilots could not be understated… even if a new problem came to light amidst evacuation efforts. No one present could have predicted that anyone would want to go closer to the budding giants, nor could they have guessed that they would do so not with the intent of ending it all, but to join the wolf and serval in a grand orgy of self-indulgence that everyone for miles around could look at and watch. Yet, with each minute that ticked away and brought everyone closer to an explosive, cataclysmic finish, more and more souls turned away from this supposed “rescue” and instead began climbing down the stairs that had led them to safety, eager to throw themselves into the currents of cream so that they may swim upstream towards their new gods, that they may pay worship in whatever way they could think of. There was no plan beyond that; even the first ones to shift priorities had no clue what they were supposed to do once they got to their destination, beyond some vague understanding that they’d be letting go of whatever limitations society had imposed on them. Maybe they were to spend the rest of their days pleasuring themselves, or perhaps making good use of a willing partner to mimic what the two giants above them were also doing. Whatever the case, one thing was certain in their lust-addled minds: they had to get closer to the colossi, not further away, even if that meant risking drowning in frankly ludicrous quantities of fluids. No matter how hard the pilots tried, the number of people succumbing to this sudden siren’s call went up uncontrollably… to the point that, eventually, even the pilots themselves would abandon their crafts and direct their attention to a much nobler goal. All of this and far more would fly by both Shrapnel and Elizabeth, with both lovers gleefully unaware of anything happening around them. To them, spending any amount of energy, no matter how insignificant, in anything other than pleasuring themselves or one another was nothing short of a dreadful waste, especially when there was just so much of them to attend to, to knead, to rub, to squeeze, to rut even; for the wolf especially, having grown to such a size that he could easily knock down a few buildings on his own without even fully realizing it, this gigantic new body of his presented itself as an opportunity, one that he could put to good use in giving his mate the kind of attention that she so rightfully deserved. It wasn’t enough for the serval to get pumped full of cum in the regular way, nor was it sufficient for her to be knocked up and then allowed to grow to such a point that the city itself was beginning to crumble underneath her advancing form; for others, this might be seen as downright excessive, but the wolf knew that the two of them could go further, reacher greater heights, if only they put their hearts and minds into it properly… or, in his particular case, his brand new twin cocks. He’d been looking for an opportunity to use them properly, rather than just allowing them to be, in the way that they were; while he couldn’t deny that having his shafts stuck in a cleavage so tight that it could rival most slits for just how much it pressed down on and tugged at his members was anything but utterly divine, there was something that Shrapnel had always wanted to try, an idea that, so far, he had done a relatively good job of keeping to himself. Not for any good reason, sadly enough, but rather out of shame and embarrassment; to some degree, the wolf didn’t believe himself big enough to do what he truly wanted, at least not in comparison to what Elizabeth’s body was like, but now that the both of them had seen to that, now that their forms were improved upon to such a degree that they were utterly unrecognizable, at last he could propose doing what he’d always dreamed of… or just go ahead and do it anyway, because Liz certainly wasn’t in any fit state to actually understand words at that point. Though it pained him, and quite literally at that, Shrapnel pulled himself from within the serval’s vice-like cleavage, sinking his hands into her tits for leverage and in the process releasing even larger spurts of milk thanks to all the pressure he placed on them; the amount of force necessary to wedge him out from where he was stuck was such that, by the time he succeeded, he very nearly stumbled backwards to fall flat on his back, only stopped thanks to the positively gargantuan set of nuts that prevented him from doing anything other than taking a single step in any direction but directly forward. This, above all else, was going to be a problem; if he was going to walk out in front of Liz, such that he could actually bring his cocks to bear, then he was going to need to drag his cumtanks along the way as well, which was going to be slightly difficult considering they were several times his body weight, probably sunk in the ground, and utterly immobile. For a moment or two, the wolf genuinely believed that his situation was hopeless, and that his own size had come back to bite him before he had the chance to truly appreciate it, but it was this exact line of thought that led him down to the answer as well: if he wasn’t big enough to drag his nuts behind him, then clearly he had to be made even bigger, and he knew just how to accomplish that, didn’t he? Hadn’t he gained several feet in height when Elizabeth called out for him, in those whorishly loud moans of hers? Had he not grown stronger, whenever his partner’s pleasure reached an apex and was unleashed upon the world in the form of her sweet voice cracking in half? Then clearly, if that was the case, he need not do anything but repeat this stunt, and force Liz to force him to grow even more, a simple task if there ever was one; there was no shortage of options from which to pick from when it came to pleasuring the serval in such a way as to make her open her mouth and beg for more, even with his dicks firmly outside the constricting embrace of her ever-growing cleavage. After all, did he not have his immense self, along with the weight that came with it, to put pressure on those colossal milk tanks in just the right way to make every nerve that he touched flare as actively as it could? Could he not just throw himself into the milky folds yet again, except this time with some very active grabby fingers to make sure he squeezed Elizabeth in just the right way to ensure that she felt a jolt of electricity fire up her spine? Because he absolutely could, and it wouldn’t take him more than a handful of seconds to try it for the first time, to allow his form to collapse onto the serval’s, and for his hands to seek the nearest handful of breastflesh to grab onto as softly, yet decidedly firmly, as possible; nor would it take more than an instant for Liz to reply in the only way that she could, by throwing her head back, opening her mouth wide and letting loose the sound that so desperately yearned to be set free, something that might’ve once been a moan, but was, at that point, the harbinger of yet more growth for the giant wolf. He didn’t even hear it properly, so much as simply recognize that it was there, and indeed a sound; he was far too preoccupied with the effects it had on his body, with the surging of height that left him so much taller that he could once again see over the top of his mate’s tits… giving him even better leverage over them, that he might sink his fingers even deeper and show the feline what it was like to lose herself in pure bliss. Again and again he pushed, and again and again he received in kind, until he was swimming in his own pleasure, receiving such wonderful additions to his body that, by the time he successfully forced himself to stop, he was already big enough that he wouldn’t need any extra boosts. The city around him looked diminutive, and even Liz’s body was something akin to… well, not small, but certainly not as overwhelmingly massive as it used to be; perhaps even better was how the plan had worked marvelously, and the wolf did in fact manage to outgrow his own sack, even if by just a hair’s breadth. If he didn’t act immediately, then he would once again end up being pinned by the two dangerously-quickly growing cum factories attached to him, which was precisely why he didn’t even think twice before walking around Elizabeth and creating a colossal, incredibly deep trench as a result of moving his nuts around with him. But, in the end, it would all be worth it, because he could finally put his plan into motion… well, he said plan, more so a very basic need, a desire that was only half-formed and not exactly in the best of shapes, but one that told him to do something that he should’ve done a long time prior, that being to use his cock (or cocks, as the case may be) in the one part of Liz’s body that he most fantasized about: her chest. Not through the front, splurting countless gallons of cum in yet another titfuck, but into those two titanic nipple buds that were so eagerly gushing with rivers of thick milk, the nascent fonts of life-giving nectar that, if he so desired, he could just… plug. Not with his hands, not even with his arms, but by shoving his twin rods into them, a thought that was powerful enough on its own to strain the limits of the compressor gear still holding onto its last vestiges, as blood rushed from the rest of his body down into his sheath and the duo of monsters residing within. He was expecting them, truly expecting the emergence of a pair of colossal, body-obscuring rods of cockmeat, truly stretching his sheath out to the breaking point in just the right way for him to make good use of the two growing tits he had at his disposal; to a certain extent, he was even expecting them to be far bigger than even his largest, most unrealistic expectations, because that was just the way their bodies apparently behaved at that point. But what Shrapnel couldn’t have ever been ready for, the one thing that he couldn’t have ever prepared himself for, was the emergence of a third cocktip, arranged in a triangular pattern with the other two, pushing out from the plump, cavernous opening between his legs! It felt as if his sheath had been elongated even further, and it probably did if he bothered to measure it, which was entirely necessary given that he could already feel the weight of his apparent tri-cocks threatening to pull him down towards the ground, requiring all of his strength just to remain upright, and copious amounts of breast-grabbing in order to heave himself up during the process of emergence. It was as if he were threading a needle, the main difference being that the proverbial thread was about fifty times larger than the hole and yet somehow it still managed to go through, leaving Shrapnel wondering whether he should be screaming in pain, or begging for it to go faster and harder. He didn’t even know how much time had passed; could have been just seconds, or perhaps he was standing there for hours as those three rods came completely out from their holster, fully turgid, desperate for something to be shoved into, hungry for a hole to fuck and throbbing so harshly that Shrapnel had to wonder how it was that he still had a blood flow to the brain, or how he still managed to keep himself up despite being very obviously unbalanced. Looking up at the sky, he could just barely make out the tips of his rods, so far up that it took a few seconds before the droplets of precum, each one thick enough to fill up a swimming pool, came crashing down on his head, promising so much more if he just began pumping properly, instead of just waiting around for something to happen; and with Liz still there, and with her tits still very much growing, what better use could there be of this tripled package than being shoved directly down three very tight, very narrow openings so that their insides could be flooded? Shrapnel didn’t even consider the possibility that the serval might not be capable of taking what he had just planned for the third cock; her two nipples might be big enough to handle his size, but surely it shouldn’t be possible for her mouth to stretch open wide enough to take something that was probably bigger than every dick in the country put together and then some. Then again, all sense of logic and reason had long-since been abandoned between himself and Elizabeth, so far as Shrapnel cared, the only way to truly be sure was to go ahead and try it, and hope for the best. Judging by the kind of noises coming from behind the boobwall, Liz was clearly wanting to have a go at it as well.

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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation Text: I couldn't believe that Helia wanted to come back to Texas with me. Summer in New York was pleasant for me, but a New York girl experiencing a Texas summer? But Helia paid for the ticket out of her own money, so I guess I couldn't complain much. "Ooooo, we're gonna have such fun, Strig," cooed Helia, "I've never been to Texas before. This should be fun." "There's not that much to do, where I'm from Helia," I said, "You'll just get bored." "I won't get bored," replied Helia, as she settled into her seat, " I can always find something to do." She asked the stewardess for a pillow, and began to nap as the plane took off. As the plane gained altitude, I watched as Helia slept. As the air pressure dropped, Helia began to slowly get bigger. Her breasts and belly swelled slightly filling out her seat and the space in front of her. Helia slept soundly until the plane landed. As the plane descended, Helia's generous measurements returned to their normal 68GG. As the plane's wheels touched the runway, Helia woke with a start. She stretched and gave a big yawn, as the captain announced our arrival in Dallas. "Did anything happen while I was asleep?" asked Helia. "No," I replied, "Not for you anyway." We caught the commuter plane back to San Angelo, and landed a little after three in the afternoon. "How will I recognize your dad?" asked Helia. "You remember that Uresei Yatsura tape I rented at your place?" I asked her. Helia nodded. "Well my dad looks a lot like Onsen Mark." Helia giggled furiously as we left the airport. Outside in the parking lot, my dad was waiting beside his Mustang, a palomino-colored hatchback. "How was the trip?" Dad asked. "It was interesting to say the least," I replied. "Yes," said Helia, "Travel is a great way to expand one's knowledge." She burst into giggles as I loaded her bags into the back of the Mustang. We had a lot of fun that night, I treated Helia to a movie that wouldn't be showing in her hometown, and after the movie was over, she beat me two out of three times at my favorite video game in the theatre arcade. After the game was over, she arched her back and stretched, a very impressive sight, and asked if I would take her back to the house. At the house Helia took a long shower, and dressed in some high necked satin pajamas with an unusual cut to the fabric. "Maternity PJ's?" asked my mom. "They have a better fit for someone with my condition," said Helia, patting her overly full bosom. Mom left it at that, as Helia retired for the evening. The combination of the date plus jet lag must have taken a lot out of her, because I heard her snoring almost immediately after her head hit the pillow. The next day, Helia was still halfway wiped out as she emerged from her room. She went into my bathroom, and started rummaging around in her overnight bag when she cried: "Oh no!" "What's wrong, Helia?" I asked sticking my head in the door. "I forgot my multivitamins," replied Helia despairingly, "I'm gonna be a mess if I don't take them. What am I gonna do, Strig.?" "Umm, wait a minute, I have something," I said. I opened my medicine cabinet and pulled out a large bottle of caplets, and handed two of them to Helia. "These help me when I don't feel up to snuff in the morning," I explained. Helia took the two caplets, and washed them down with a glass of water. As I went out of the bathroom, Helia got out the bottle and took four more of the caplets, but I didn't know this then. I had my own little sports car at the time, but considering the car's size and Helia's generous assets, I borrowed one of Norvell Allen's Cadillac convertibles for today's little jaunting. Helia had asked if I would take her shopping, and I said I would. "You just tell me where you want to go," I said, "And I will take you there." I put the top down, started the engine, and pulled out of the driveway. As we drove around for a while, I noticed Helia adjusting her shoulder strap. "Is something wrong?" I asked. Helia shook her head a bit. "It's probably the heat," said Helia, "I sometimes expand a little when it gets hot like this. I won't get much bigger." Helia leaned the seat back and raised her arms above her head to stretch. "It's a lovely day," she said, pulling some slack into her belt. We stopped at a music store on Knickerbocker and bought some CD's to listen to. I looked for a couple of Pink Floyd CD's I wanted and Helia looked for something to her taste. Maybe a classic rock fan like me. I glanced over at Helia to see what she had picked out. I couldn't be sure, but her top looked a little tight on her for some reason. "Helia are you alright," I asked. "Yeah," she replied, "Why?" "You look a little full, that's all," I explained. "I told you, it's the heat," said Helia, "You should have seen what happened one time at a tanning salon. I got wedged in the tanning bed for over an hour." She giggled. Back in the car, Helia leaned back in the seat and stretched. She asked if I knew of any place to get a decent meal. I took her to one of my favorite pizza, places all you can eat for five bucks. By my standards it was a bargain. Helia wasn't the picky eater that I was, she tried everything on the buffet, and even a few things I wouldn't try. I could never see the attraction of pineapple and Canadian bacon myself, but when she asked for jalapeno and pepperoni, I was tempted to run out and buy her the biggest bottle of antacid I could find. Heartburn City. As Helia left her seat to go to the restroom, I noticed her belly was sticking out a little bit from under her top. I didn't think much of it, until she came back. This time I could see the bottom of her navel sticking out from under the fabric of her top. She helped her self to two more slices of thick crust Meat Monster Pizza before we left. As we got into the Cadillac, all of Helia's navel was exposed. "This is more than just the heat, Helia," I said with some concern. "How do you mean?" Helia replied. "Well most of the stores that we went into had air conditioning," I explained, "You should have shrunk down a little, but your still blowing up." "You're right, I am getting a little big," said Helia, pulling her top down over her belly "Even with the heat, I never got this big." As we pulled out of the lot, Helia's belly continued to balloon up, as did her breasts. As I turned onto Sherwood, we passed the Holsome Bakery, a thought hit me. "Helia," I said, "Did you take anymore of those pills from my medicine cabinet?" "Yes I did," answered Helia, "I didn't think they were as good as my vitamins, so I took a few more." "How many more?" "Umm, three or four," said Helia. "No wonder you're blowing up," I said, "Didn't you read the label on the bottle?" Helia shook her head. "I couldn't, it was torn," she said, "Why what are in those tablets?" "They're Brewer's Yeast," I said, halfway serious. I couldn't help but laugh at the situation. "Helia, you're rising like a loaf of bread." "Oh no!" Helia cried. Slowly, but steadily, her belly surged forth and grew towards her knees. Helia gave a short squeal. "There's not enough room up here," she said, "I'm gonna have to get in the back." Helia had a difficult time getting in the back with her belly the size it was, but finally she managed to get over the seat. She laid down in the back seat and tried to relax. "Hoo boy," she said, "This has never happened to me before." As the time got close to noon, we found ourselves in a slight traffic jam. The sun began to shine down into the back seat and onto Helia's exposed belly. "Strig," she cried, "It's happening again." I looked in the back to see Helia's breasts and belly grow full and tight as yeast began to make more bubbles inside of her. Her belly slowly swelled to the size of a beach ball. Bigger and bigger she grew, as the warm sun-heated up the carbon dioxide bubbles inside her belly. Helia's shoulders thighs began to grow thick and round as well, becoming cone-like. Helia's belly and breasts began to rise over the top of the Cadillac's back seat for every one to see. Suddenly an opening turned up in the traffic jam. I revved the engine and turned into a side street that I knew would get us home quickly. Helia began to get bigger than the Violet from Willy Wonka. As I passed the house I turned right on the next street and pulled into the alley behind my house. I then did the only thing that made any sense. I opened the back gate, and tossed Helia into the pool. She drifted through the air, and landed lightly on the water's surface "What did you that for?" she asked. "Sorry, I panicked," I said, " I thought it would be the best place to hide you until you deflated." "Good idea," she said. "Can I get you anything?" I asked as she floated over to the side of the pool. "How about some suntan lotion and a pair of sunglasses," she said, "As long as I'm here, I might as well work on my tan." "Okay," I said, "Anything else?" "A tall glass of water?" "Right." I helped Helia strip down to the French-cut Lycra bikini she was wearing beneath her clothes. I then hung her clothes on the fence to dry, and then went into the house to get Helia's things. I returned wearing a bathing suit. "Sunglasses," I said slipping them over her cute nose, "Water," I set that in front of her and slipped a long bendy straw between her lips. "Thanks," she said, as she began to suck up the water through the straw. As she did this, I poured sunscreen on her swollen body and rubbed it into her soft skin. I then oiled her legs and, with some discretion, the top of her bust. "You can touch them," she said, when she saw me blush, "Your doing me a favor." I finally settled on putting the oil in her hand and then guiding it to each swollen breast. "You're sweet, Strig," said Helia, "I don't find that kind of modesty often. I guess that's one of the reasons I like you. You don't want my body, you just want me." Before I knew it, she had hold of my arms, and hauled me upon to her swollen belly. Before I could do anything, she said: "Relax, I don't mind being a pool toy, in fact I kind of like it. It keeps my hair out of the water." I saw what she meant. My weight off set her buoyancy so that rather than laying on the water, it was more like she was sitting on it. "It's a nice day to go swimming," said Helia. I laid my head on her swollen belly. Without really thinking about it, I heard a sort of fizzing sound. At first I thought it was just the water in my ears. Then it hit me, water, you mix yeast with water to get the CO2 bubbles. I looked at Helia just as I realized why she wanted the glass of water. "Or for a balloon ride," she said with a grin that belonged on an Irish girl that loved to steal kisses from innocent boys. As I felt Helia continue to swell in my arms, she began to giggle girlishly. As warm gas filled in Helia's bulk floated us off the water's surface, I realized what it was that I liked about Helia. No matter what the circumstances, she could always rise to any occasion. AFTER WORDS by Helia I must say that my visit with Strig was fun as well as relaxing. Something about Texan hospitality. I left his beautiful state with a ten gallon hat and a new ten gallon brassiere along with a ten gallon blouse and ten gallon pants. Thanks Strig! I also must say that in the warmer months you can find me in a pool or near the lake. I love to swim or, as often as it happens, float about on the water, soaking in the warm yellow rays of the sun, being rubbed down with lotion or oil (of course, in a more inflated state I need additional hands to assist). I like to keep inflated during the summer months. If not my whole body I typically keep my breasts at a rotund round and incredibly bouncy size. I have a set of Lycra bikinis that will stretch to nearly any size. Every once in a while a suit gets old and I simply will "blow" out of it ending up standing there in the water with my giant life-preservers hanging off my chest or billowing up to my chin. So, if you see a very busty girl hanging out in the local wading pool or lake, and a moment later you see her boobs expand and blast out her swimsuit top...be a dear and head over with a quart of suntan lotion and oil me up, won't you?

bodyinflation

Title: the fourth floor by Ahote Nordekai Tags: M/F, Romance His feet hit the ground with the rhythm of the music in his headphones: rapid, consistent, beating heavily against the hard concrete of the sidewalk. He wasn't able to run like this on the reservation. His grandfather always wanted him to leave the reservation, and educate himself - become a better man. Graduating 4 years ago from Saint Joseph's Technical University majoring in computer science and a minor in English literature made his grandfather proud; proud enough to pass on the bear necklace that rattled against the dark fur of his chest as he listened to another rave song that blared through his headphones. Grandfather died shortly after that. Pancreatic cancer took him at the young age of 94, just shy of his 95th birthday. He was happy to go with the spirits that graced the land, and Alexander knew that grandfather watched over him, keeping him on his path. The concrete sidewalk ended in front of Alexander's apartment building. His sweat soaked his dark colored fur, through his orange SJTU t-shirt. The railing up the steps welcomed him, as he leaned his arms over it, panting, slowing his breathing, letting the boom boom in his ears run on its way without him. Taking the headphones off his ears, he could hear himself breathing heavily against the summer breeze, and the passing highway behind the building. Alexander also heard a car door close behind him, and the click clack of heels slowly walking closer. The rustle of the shopping bag against her newspaper is what caught his attention, making him turn his head. Heather. He had only moved in 3 months ago, and he already knew who she was. He knew she was a manager of a clothing store further inside the city. He knew she lived alone. He knew she lived above him. He knew she had a great set of legs that drove him insane. Remembering when he moved in, she had been to the apartment's swimming pool with a couple friends, he had only caught a glimpse of her as she walked around the corner, and still remembers what the back of her legs looked like. Still panting, not only from his run, but now from the fond memory he has of her, she walked up to the steps. "Good evening, Miss Heather," he said between labored breaths. The dark brown spaghetti strap of her tank top had lightly fallen off her shoulder, with a newspaper tucked under her arm. He glanced at it shortly, then looked to the ground, further slowing his breathing. She smirked and nodded to him, reaching her arm around to pull her strap back onto her shoulder, almost dropping her bag of groceries. "Hey, Alex. You do that too often, you know." Alex liked to run, and she would sometimes watch him from her balcony, sitting on a simple white chair, her legs crossed and bare feet resting comfortably beneath her seat. "What's that?" She giggled softly. "Running. Every time I see you, you're running somewhere. You need to slow down." Fumbling with her keys, she reached for the door. With his new breath, he ran around his welcoming railing, quickly taking his keys, and opening the door for her. "Please, I got the door for ya." Stepping back to let her pass, he was finally able to see the detail in her dirty blonde fur, as it hugged her body tightly, as a kiss holds tight against a lover's lips. Her dark green hair lightly flowed with the gentle summer breeze, and her pale blue skirt flowed and swayed against those legs he so fondly remembered. Setting her keys back in her hand, she smiled at him, then lowered her head with a smirk. She could smell the sweat on him, his muscles tensing as he ran, his large arms swinging back and fourth, his strong thighs and legs pounding and punishing the pavement, working themselves to soreness, only to become firmer and tighter. Never seeing it, she imagined his chest; full, dark, strong, able to wrap her inside, with his arms to her back, the side of her head resting against his bear claw necklace. Blushing, she stepped past him through the door, rustling her groceries as her spaghetti strap fell off her shoulder again. He watched her walk inside to the elevator at the end of the hall; watching each step she took, her long firm legs slowly swaying beneath the flow of her skirt. Inhaling deeply, he smelled her perfume: daisies. Like a spring meadow before the rain. Closing his eyes, he imagined rolling around in her perfume, rolling in her scent, rolling with her in his arms. Stepping inside the elevator, she quickly turned around. Her long green hair flowing over her shoulders as she pressed the button for the fourth floor. Smiling back to him, he gazed at her with a smirk. "Bye, Alex," she said with a slight giggle. The doors quietly shut. Alexander stepped inside the coolness of the air conditioned building, sweat still dripping from the fur on his forehead. Running his large hands through his hair, pulling his scent from it, he took the rubber band around his wrist, tying it into a tail. Stepping toward the steps for one last run, something brushed against his running shoe. A newspaper, grey with black print, and an advertisement for whitening toothpaste, accented against his dirt brown shoes. He had been admiring those legs so much, he hadn't noticed that she had dropped it. Picking up the paper, he headed for the stairs, and the fourth floor. As the doors to the elevator doors closed, she sighed. "Damn that man is fine." Resting her groceries on the railing around the elevator, she shifted her hips. Just the thought of him made her hormones run wild, the smell of his sweat drove her senses to insanity, and his smile just topped everything off. If she were any other woman, that man's furry assed tail would be in her bed quicker than it takes to make toast. Hot toast. Dripping with butter. She shifted her hips again, lightly blushing, as she felt a warmth start to form between her legs. She continued thinking about him as the bell in the elevator struck the second floor. How she wanted to press her large firm breasts against his bare chest, taking that bear necklace between her teeth, and having him pull at her fur, pulling her closer and into him. His arms, dreaming they held her close to him, forcing her every need to emerge and be met. Licking her lips, she closed her eyes, holding that picture of him, standing in the doorway, holding it open for her, the gentleman he was. Wondering, if she could ever get him behind the door to her apartment, if he'd still be that same gentleman, or take her for a ride and make her sweat like he was. The elevator rang the third floor, and the doors opened. Flustered, she quickly grabs her groceries, blushing her dirty blonde fur to a deep purplish red. Nobody was there. Rolling her eyes to the back of her head, she flicked her tail around, leaning her back against the wall of the elevator. As her tail brushed against her ankle, she imagined his tail there, close. So close that if his tail were at her ankle, he'd have to be pressed against her, kissing her lips, pushing her against the wall, taking what could be his. She trailed her free hand up her side, gently grazing against the side of her breast., leaning the back of her head against the wall. She licked her lips again. "Mmmm ... right there, Alex," she whispered to herself. As the elevator rang the fourth floor, she composed herself as the doors opened. She straightened her top against her hips, and walked into the hallway, half dizzy from her elevator dream state. Smiling to herself, she walked past the stairwell to her apartment, slowly sliding her keys into the door. Smirking, still thinking about Alex, she wondered what it would be like to have his hands around her hips, slowly sliding his thick shaft into her as she wrapped her legs around him. The door unlocked with a click. Setting the keys back in her hand, she reached for the handle, as the door to the stairwell swung open. "Miss Heather?" she heard behind her. "Miss Heather. You dropped your paper." Lightly turning her head, there he was. Her elevator fantasy standing in front of her. "I... I what?" she stammered, blushing, trying to get the thought of his chest out of her head so that she could think properly. Lightly panting from the run up the stairs, he stopped next to her, leaning a hand on the wall. "Your paper, Miss Heather. You dropped it in the hallway downstairs." With a smile, she opened the door to her apartment. Then looked down to where her paper should have been, blushing further, taking both arms around her groceries tightly, trying not to think about him. "Oh .. Can you bring it in for me?" She kicked the door all the way open, slowly walking inside. "Yes, Miss Heather," he said, now breathing normally. His headphones had fallen to his hip, as he walked past her door. She closed her eyes, wishing only to be his headphones, dancing alongside his hip, his firm thigh, sliding against his sweaty fur. Biting her lip and rolling her eyes, she brought her groceries inside to her kitchen, setting them gently on the marble counter. Leaning her head back, she bit harder, not wanting him to leave. "Can I interest you in a cup of tea? You really didn't have to bring that up," quickly looking to her tea kettle on top of her stainless steel stove. Her lightly shaking hand reached for the tea kettle, and quickly brought it to the sink, filling it with water. "I have mint, if that's what you like." Slowly stepping inside her hallway, he leaned his head around the corner. "I would love to, but I haven't cleaned up from my run." The sweat on his fur was starting to dry and become stronger. Turning his head to the empty apartment hallway, he cautiously stepped further inside, not wanting her to think him too bold. "Maybe some other..." She set the tea kettle down, quickly, and spun around the corner to catch him. As she turned the corner, all she saw was his orange t-shirt and bear claw necklace against his dark fur, kissably close. Blushing, she put her hands up to prevent herself from completely running into him, gently resting her hands against his firm chest, damp with his sweat. ".....time?" he asked, turning his head around only to see her flowing hair in front of him, looking down to her large green eyes, and delicate hands, now resting against his chest. Holding her paper to the side, he lightly raised his free hand, gently resting it on her arm next to her elbow, almost catching her. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he slowly took in a deep breath, raising his chest against her hands. Blushing further, she drew back her hands, and lightly patted his chest. "Nonsense. I wouldn't take you to the movies like this, but tea is fine." Giving a nervous chuckle, she quickly stepped around him, closing the door. "Not that I wouldn't take you to the movies ... or anywhere else ... I mean ... dressed for a run is different than ... " She realized that she was stammering and rambling on, nervously, and waved her hand. "Oh, you know what I mean. Get in here," she said with a slight laugh, and playfully pushed his back. His back was strong and tight. Tighter than his chest. Closing her hands into fists, holding them close to her breasts, she walked around him, and back into the kitchen as he stood there, still with his eyebrows raised in surprise. "Do you take your tea with sugar?" Slowly leaning his head around the corner, he saw her at the stove, stirring the tea in the kettle. His eyes wandered from the back of her head down her back, slender, knowing just how tight her fur was against her body. The curve of her hips seemed to ask for his hands to hold them, and trace down her long legs. His eyes traced her legs instead, down to her high heeled shoes, tied on the outside of her ankle. "Sugar. Y-Yes Miss, Heather." He bit his lip, lightly tilting his head in admiration and desire, slowly letting his eyes walk up her legs. Turning her head to give him a smile, she noticed his eyes wandering around her body briefly before he quickly looked the other way. With a smirk, she turned back to the tea, lightly swishing her tail as she stirred, shifting her hips to the side. His eyes looked back to her, his head not turning, catching her tail as it flowed against her pale blue dress. She saw him. She saw his eyes dancing along her backside, and didn't say anything. "So Alex, what kind of music do you listen to as you rush everywhere every evening? Must be something fast, because I know I wouldn't be able to keep up with you." He walked further inside the kitchen, and leaned against the faint purple colored wall, turning his head to her, getting a closer look at her tail as she stirred the tea. It looked to him like she must brush her tail daily to make it flow like that, softly with every movement, tight just above her rear. "Tech, actually. It's the only thing fast and steady enough to keep me going. Sets my pace, and keeps me consistent." He smirked. "But I'm sure you could keep up with me. I wouldn't leave you behind." Setting the spoon on the marble counter, she reached into the drawer next to the stove, pulling out the remote for her stereo, pressing play, as a soft down tempo technical melody started to emit from the radio across the living room. She lightly tapped her foot to the slow firm beat, letting the bottom of her skirt dance slightly against her strapped heels. She opened the cabinet with her tea cups, reaching to the top shelf, past her usual tea cups, stretching her arm further than need be, giving him a look at her side. Quietly stepping towards her, he gently licked the inside of his teeth, his pelvis growing warmer, and set the newspaper on the counter next to her with a smile. Her hand still in the cupboard, she turned her head to look at him, instead seeing the firm chest and bear necklace. She breathed in with a smile, smelling his sweat., raising her eyebrows and eyes from his chest to look at his face. It was stronger than she had remembered, his jaw line trailing down to his thick neck. What she wouldn't give to wrap her arms around that neck as he took her to ecstasy. He looked at her with a smile. Those eyes. Eyes he started to lose himself in. Slowly, he trailed his eyes up her arm to the cupboard, to her fingers which rested just out of reach of a white tea cup. The smell of mint traveled from the stove to him, and mixed with her perfume of daisies. Eyeing only the tea cup, he slid his hand past hers, lightly grasping the cup, pulling it off the shelf, setting it next to her, looking back to her eyes to get lost. She smiled, gently looking away with a blush, shifting her hips in front of him, intentionally accidentally brushing her tail against his firm thigh. "Thank you, Alex. What would I do without you?" He shivered. Her tail sent pins and needles up his spine, setting his fur on edge. "Find somebody else to reach your tea cup?" he asked with a soft laugh. He looked to the tea cup, and realized that he never let it go. His hand rested close to her arm. He could take her arm, and spin her around into him if he desired. He did. He wanted her. He wanted to feel her fur rubbing against his, wanted to feel her legs around him, her hot body against his. She turned her face back to him, stirring the tea. "And why not you?" She blushed at her bold statement, and set the spoon next to the tea cup in his hand. Smiling, she gently traced the shape of his hand with her finger. Looking up into his dark deep eyes, she gave him a smile, slipping her tail to the side, again brushing his hip. "I think you're more than capable of giving me what I need, don't you?" Her fur shivered as she spoke. Lightly leaning his head down, clenching his teeth, he slowly moved his fingers from the teacup, and lightly grasped her fingers. "I would be more than willing, Miss Heather," he whispered. Her daisies smelled stronger, and her touch made his tail flick with desire. Her lips were within inches of him, and rested just out of reach. Softly blinking her eyelashes to him, she slowly slid her other hand to his, holding it with both her hands, smiling wider. "I'm sure you would be." She lightly turned her body, the heel of her black strapped shoe gently grazing along the top of his running shoe. Sliding her body in front of him, and her back to the cupboard, she lifted her eyes and head to the cabinet above the stove next to her. "In that case," she said slowly, "can you reach the other tea cup in that cabinet? I'm afraid I can't." With a slight smirk, he reached to the cabinet door, opening it, not taking his eyes off her face. Her lips seemed to scream for him. Leaning closer, he grasped the teacup, her face getting closer to his. She lightly lifted her chin, gently kissing his, as his hand rested on the shelf. Inhaling deeply, he gently squeezed her hand, lowering his head to gently kiss her lips. His back shivered at her touch, her hot lips against his, then gently slid his hand up her arm, feeling her fur as he softly pushed it against its natural direction. Speaking slowly and softly to her lips, gently closing his eyes, "Is this the one?" Closing her eyes, kissing his chin again, shivering as her fur was pushed, she inhaled deeply, lifting her chest to his. "Yes. That will do nicely." She reached her arm to his side, wrapping her delicate hands and fingers around his sides, pulling him to her, as she stretched her neck to taste his lips. She teasingly licked his lips with a smile, then slid her hands up his back. His hand slid around her shoulder to her back, beneath the strap of her shirt. He smiled as she licked his lips. His other hand fell from the shelf, lightly grasping her shoulder as he pulled her to him, kissing her firmly. Slipping his lips to her cheek, kissing it as well, his hips leaned into hers, his bulging shorts resting against her skirt. He whispered to her ear, "Miss Heather, I believe you're trying to seduce me." She leaned her head back, lightly raising a knee to his thigh. "Is it working?" She grabbed his shirt, clenching the soft sweaty cloth in her hands, leaning her cheek to his as he gently licked her ear. "Yes. Yes it is." Sliding his hands down her back, he firmly nuzzled against her neck, kissing her tight dirty blonde fur. His hands grasped her shirt, pulling it from her back, trailing a kiss up her chin, then lightly licking her upper lip. Heather could feel her fur between her legs becoming hot. She bit her lip briefly, only to slide her tongue inside his mouth, pulling at his shirt as she slid her knee up the outside of his thigh, lightly hooking her heel around his knee. Pulling him forward, she felt his swollen shaft press against her thigh, only driving her hormones madder. With a smile, she lightly bit his lip, tugging at his shirt again, lightly pulling the bottom of it up his back. In a single motion, he slid his hands to the bottom of his shirt, and lifted it over his head, tossing it to the floor in front of the stove. His lips returned to hers, tasting her daisies, pressing his firm chest against her breasts. His hands lightly traced down her sides, his palms grazing the sides of her breasts, and grasped the bottom of her shirt, lifting it slightly. She leaned into him, pushing them away from the counter and the stove. He slid her top off, tossing it next to his, and wrapped his arms around her bare upper body. He could feel her hot breasts against his, as her cleavage lightly bunched the fur on his chest. They stumbled to the rear wall of the kitchen, now with Alex pinned, as she pressed her body against his, trailing her hands down his naked back. She grabbed his fur, tugging at it, wanting more of him, as her lips and tongue danced with his. With the beat of the music in the background sounding through their bodies, he slid his hands to her tail, then beneath, unfastening her skirt, as her hands trailed around the front of his shorts. Slipping them beneath, she traced the muscles of his hips, as her body raced with heat. His throbbing shaft pressed firmly against her, as his hands slid around the inside of her unfastened skirt. She slid her hand to his rear, grasping his fur again, pulling his hips and manhood against her. His hands lowered her skirt off her hips, as she tightened her thighs, letting it fall to the floor. He grasped the fur on her hip, sliding his lips to her shoulder, passionately kissing it, sliding his lips to the base of her neck in front of her. She leaned her head back, giving him more of her neck, as she lowered his shorts off his firm thighs. He slid his hands around her hips, firmly grasping her tail, and pulled her to him, her breasts rising to him. Answering their call, his lips slid down her chest, lightly kissing her breast. She moved her hands in front of him, grasping his manhood, claiming her ground as his lips found her nipple. He suckled it lightly, gently tugging at her tail. She wrapped both her hands around his erection, gently sliding her hands forward along his large shaft. Inhaling deeply, she turned her head out of the kitchen, pulling his erection with her, taking his hand, running to the couch. He pushed her down into the soft couch as she giggled. His tail swished along her leg as his lips kissed between her breasts. Her hands slid up his sides, interlacing her fingers behind his neck, pulling his head to her body, lightly wrapping her legs around his hips. His hands slid down her sides, lightly cupping her breasts as his lips kissed lower, taking fur between his lips, tugging at her abdomen. Caressing her sides, his hands slipped down her hips and around her thighs, spreading them, as his lips kissed her hip. She ran her fingers through his long hair, finally grasping the bunch of hair tied in his rubber band, and sliding her tied high heel shoes up the middle of his back. He kissed her inner thigh, resting his hands on her knees, sliding his lips to what was already hot and wet, kissing her womanhood gently, lightly nipping her fur. She arched her back, pulling his hair and head closer to her, as he licked the lips of her neither regions. They quivered lightly, and her legs squeezed his back. She opened her mouth, giving s silent scream of pleasure as his tongue delved deeper inside, finding her tiny swollen mound between her lips. He flicked his tongue against it, listening to her inhale deeply, pushing her knees farther apart. Her tail flicked against his bare chest, brushing against his swollen erection, making his mouth want more of her hot silk. He suckled her swollen mound, taking it gently between his lips, flicking his tongue against it in his mouth, wetting it further. She bit her lip, letting out a squealed moan, pressing her knees back against his strong arms, stretching her fingers along the back of his head. She would be happy if he did nothing but this to her for the rest of the night, week, or even forever. Her pelvis tingled at his lips and tongue, her thighs shaking lightly, then firmly grasped his hair with her hands, pulling his head up her body, dragging him against her fur. He slid his hands up her sides, lightly working them behind her back and kissed the front of her neck. Taking a deep breath, and most of her strength, she rolled him onto his back sliding her legs and tail up his side as he held her hips as his feet fell to the floor. Straddling him, she wrapped her arms around his thighs, sliding her head to his inner thigh, nuzzling against him, his manhood next to her head, and her knees at his shoulders. He slid his hands to her rear, pulling her to him, nuzzling against the swollen mound he tasted before, again taking it in his lips. She brushed her cheek against his erection, feeling him kissing her between her legs. She spread her legs for him, lowering her hips as his tongue danced along her clitoris, pulling at the fur on his legs, gently kissing the side of the base of his shaft. Alex inhaled deeply, lapping at her mound, nuzzling her vagina, as she took him into her mouth. She slid his shaft inside her, pursing her lips around his thick cock, slowly sliding back to its tip. He moaned to her legs, grasping her fur. Opening his eyes to the pink flesh before him, he moaned again as she slid her head back down his shaft, wrapping her tongue around it, tracing the thick vein that ran down its middle. His shaft quivered to her as she firmly sucked him. She slid her lips back up his shaft, lightly grazing her teeth along its flesh, catching them on its head and slid her hands inside his thighs, one to the base of his shaft, one to his testicles, as his tail frantically swung side to side beneath them. He slid his tongue along her crease, seeing her tail standing at attention above them, contrasting the blonde fur and her pink flesh. Closing his eyes again, he slid his tongue inside her, trimming her vaginal hole, running his tongue in circles around its edge. Firmly grasping his shaft wet from her lips, she slid her hand up and down it, tilting her head to the side, trailing her tongue around the tip. She moaned as his tongue entered her, wanting a thicker, hotter, firmer part of him inside, and lightly bit his tip. Arching his head back, he grasped her inner thighs, then lifted his head to her tail, kissing its base gently, interlacing his fingers in its fur, lifting his hips to her. She slid her head back down his hot shaft, and grasped it firmly, pulling it slightly, feeling her womanhood lightly drip to his chest, mixing with his sweat. She slid her lips off his shaft, as his tongue slowly slid back down her crease. "Oh, Alex," was all she could muster through a deep moan dripping from her lips. She slid around herself around on him, slipping her fingers to the tip of his tail, and straddled his hips. Keeping his tail in one hand, she caressed his chest with her other, again tasting his lips, sliding her tongue inside his mouth, dancing with his teeth. She slid her hands up his side grasping his fur, feeling his flesh and muscles beneath against her nails, lowering her tail between his legs, wagging quickly from side to side, beating against the inside of his firm thighs. He lifted his hips, sliding his cock along her crease, feeling her tail finally brush against his, and looked into her deep green eyes, almost to ask for permission. She smiled, kissing him again, stretching her back, pressing herself against his shaft, and pressed her hands against his firm chest. Drawing back, then lifting his hips again, he slid himself inside her, hot and wet, steaming against his pulsing and aching erection. Letting out a small whimper, she arched her back, lowering herself to him. He leaned his head back, still faintly hearing the down tempo tech playing on her radio, and firmly pressed his hips against hers. "Oh, yes," she stammered, lifting herself from his chest. He filled her, his hot cock lightly beating inside her to the rhythm of the music. Shifting her hips on top of him made her drip lightly against his pelvis. She leaned back, spreading her fingers against his chest, and faintly curled her tail around his. His hands grasped her hips, and slid up her sides, tangling his fingers in the fur next to her breasts. Back and fourth, his hips slid against her, his hands holding her upper body in place. She whimpered as he pumped her, her legs becoming weak and trembling. His tail tightened around hers, pumping her harder. Sliding his hands to her back he felt her fur become wet with her sweat. Sitting up, she slid her hands to his abs, feeling them tense as he up righted himself, sliding his back to the back of the couch. She grasped the dark brown leather behind him, biting her lip as she felt herself tense around his cock. Firming her thighs, she lightly bounced on him, his head lowering and his lips kissing her firm breasts. Heather mixed sounds of Ooo's and Ahh's, sliding herself higher and higher with him. He arched his head back, moaning himself, as his thighs twitched beneath her. "Heather," he whispered. "Oh, Alex, yes," she moaned, quickening herself with him, felling her hot flesh become wetter and more slick. "Yes, Alex, I want it." With a forceful thrust, he pressed his shaft deep within her, releasing his cum to her. She moaned, widening her mouth at his thrust, his cum seeping from inside her, and he began to pump her again. Heather screamed. Her muscles tightened around his cock, as he pumped inside her. Feeling his sticky ejaculate against her fur excited her more, and she grasped his hand, sliding it to her breast. "Oh, don't stop," she said, bouncing firmly against his hips. Lifting his hips to her, he lightly bit her fur, feeling her womanhood contract around his. She wrapped her fingers around his pony tail, and pulled his head to her chest. Grunting, keeping with the beat on the radio, he slid his cock in and out of her tightened flesh, feeling it become dripping lava hot, quivering like his hands against her breast, unable to control his hand movements. Inhaling deeply, she moaned again as she came, leaning back, firmly sitting on his cock, a bead of sweat dripping down the side of her face as she dripped on him. Opening her eyes, slowly flashing her eyelashes at him, she kissed him firmly, humming her lips to him. Alex caressed her back, remaining inside her for a moment, tasting the sweetness of her lips, inhaling her daisy perfume. He slowly slid out of her, holding her naked body close to his. She whimpered as he exited, feeling their juices mixed between them. Heather rested her forehead against his, smiling, catching her breath. "Wow." She giggled. "Helps you keep rhythm, eh?" Alex chuckled. "Yes, Miss Heather." Smiling at her in his arms, he gazed into her green eyes. He could definitely get used to this. So could she. "I think we can drop the 'Miss', now, Alex." Rubbing his nose against hers, he grinned widely. "Yes, Dear." He held her hand as she dismounted him, her legs still quivering. Keeping his hand in hers, he stood, taking her into his arms again, softly kissing her lips. "Ya know, I like it when you make me tea," he said with a chuckle. Blushing, turning her head to the side, she rested her head against his chest, lightly rubbing her cheek against his bear claw necklace. She smiled, lightly flicking her tail. "Then I'll have to make you some tea again, sometime." Heather turned her head, and kissed his chest. She was in his arms. Her whole body radiated heat against him, making her smile wider. She'd stay like this forever if she could. Taking her by his side, they slowly walked to the kitchen. Alex bent down and picked up his shorts and shirt, handing Heather her top and skirt. She took her clothes, grasped his sweaty shirt, and leaned her head up, gently kissing his chin. "Mine?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Alex smiled, letting go of his shirt. He stepped back into his shorts, as she put on his shirt, swimming in its large size, covering all but the bottom edge of her rear, flicking her tail back and fourth in content. With a chuckle, he kissed her forehead. "Damn, you look good in my shirt," and they started walking towards her door. She smiled, and kissed his lips. "I have the feeling I may have found a new wardrobe," she said, half meaning it that she didn't want him to leave, half meaning she wanted to go with him to his apartment. "Of course, if that's ok with you?" Alex held her side next to him as he grasped the handle to the door, turning it slightly. "You're welcome to anything that I'm not wearing at that moment," he said with a smirk. "Care to come downstairs for some dinner?" She smirked at him, trailing a finger down his bare chest. "Mmm ... I'd love to. How soon?" "Come down whenever you're ready, I'll leave the door unlocked for you. I just need to take a shower, and we can start." Alex smirked, knowing full well that he was going to be taking his time in the shower. Lightly opening her door, he placed a foot out. "See you, soon, Heather." "Can't wait to see what you have cooking for me," she said. Quickly, she flicked her tail, brushing it along his inner thigh, giving him a rather innocent look.

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Title: Housewives Club Pt. 03 Tags: mature, milf Jane Luscious Dimples got assignments more often, she was selective with her clientele. While Ted contacted her regularly through HWC, Chris eliminated HWC as the middleman. She did turn down some high profile clients. HWC, especially Anna, did not seem very happy about it. On her family front, David interacted very little with her. Mark kept to himself. She missed being his mother. Jane was unaware that David was gay, and that he moved out with Bill. Alice nor Chris were going to tell her. Early November, Jane called Alice to help plan and prepare for the Thanksgiving get together. Chris was out of town. Alice thought that he may be with one of his mistresses. Alice arrived early. Jane, 5ft2 165 lbs., D cupped in her long T down to her knees, opened the door to greet her. She noticed a changed Alice. She observed her confidence, her improved grace, and the purposeful movements. "My! You look lovely. There is something different about you." Kissing her on her cheeks, Alice brushed off the compliment. They moved to the kitchen table and were soon discussing the menu for the Thanksgiving dinner. Alice observed that Jane was not her usual self. She did not want to pry. She knew what Chris was into. She was intrigued to find out more. "Mom", she called. Jane looked at her. "Is everything alright? You don't seem to be yourself." Jane immediately burst out crying. Alice was taken aback. "I feel so lonely. Chris seems to have moved on." Alice contained herself. She reminded herself of the HWC confidentiality agreement. Jane went on to express her loneliness, frustrations, and finally desires. "I just want to be loved." Suddenly standing up, she dropped her T shirt to the floor and stood naked in front of her daughter-in-law. Her breasts were firm for a 50+ year woman and she had a hairy muff covering her aging cunt. Alice stepped back and closed her eyes for a second. She could not believe that Jane just did that. When she finally opened her eyes, Jane was still standing there bearing all. "I don't think Chris wants this anymore." Alice appeared sympathetic. She remained silent as Jane continued. She wanted to tell her, she had him in her. She pressed her lips together to stay silent. "I am loosing Chris. I think he is seeing other women. It's ok that he does, I would like him to do me too." Jane went on for the next few minutes to openly tell Alice that she wanted sex and she kept going back to Chris not fucking her anymore. She asked her for suggestions to help her out. Alice wondered if she should bring her into the HWC membership. Jane being naked turned Alice on a bit. She wanted to drop her clothes too. Her eyes constantly moved to Jane's muff. She recollected what Chris said about Jane - "She is very possessive and jealous, likes her pussy eaten. She watches gangbang porn. I taught her how to swallow cum. She now loves it." Alice decided to verify if Chris knew his wife's needs. She calmly asked Jane, "What are you and Chris like in bed?" Jane hesitated to answer. Alice put her hand on her naked thigh, "I promise not to tell anyone." She moved her fingers closer to her muff. She wanted to feel it. She could smell her strong fragrance. Jane felt a shiver coming on as she felt Alice's hands reaching out to her cunt. She enjoyed it and she let her do her way. "Chris is a good lover. He is a good kisser and licks me down well." Alice smiled. Jane continued. "I like his taste. I swallow. I enjoy it." She could not believe the confession she was hearing. "I notice a change in you. You look different and appear more confident." Jane walked to pull the apron in the kitchen and wrapped it around her. Alice was glad she did. Her muff was distracting. With her ass uncovered, Jane told her how much she loved Chris and that she never loved anyone like she did Chris. Alice's thoughts went back to the evening and the next day when Chris fucked her till she was sore. She could relate with her addiction to Chris. "Is he a good lover?" she asked teasing Jane. "On my Gosh. He is. He can fuck for hours, cum multiple times, and keep going on." "Really, Wow!" she pretended to show her surprise. "But, I think he is fucking outside of our marriage." "Are you okay with it?" "He is a good man, loves me. I want some loving too." "Have you considered doing other men?" Jane smiled, "I want to. I am shy to explore." It was Alice's cue. She liked Jane a lot and wanted to help her out. "Share with me, Jane. What are type of men are you into?" "Like Chris." "Sure, Sure. I am sure there are others that make you wet." Jane laughed, "God I feel like a young teenager again." "Wait till you get laid. You GILF! You MILF!" "What are those?" "Granny I like to fuck, Mother I like to fuck." "Oh." She felt self-conscious and went silent. Alice smiled. Jane took her time to answer. "Brandon Jones - at the library - turns me on. I often imagined him in bed with me." Alice listened attentively. She did not want to bring Jane into HWC too soon. She felt insecure that she might lose some of her clientele to her, especially Chris. "Brandon Jones eh! I can reach out to him for you. I am sure he will want a piece of your ass." She playfully slapped her exposed ass behind her apron. "No. No. Don't." "Nobody will know. Only Brandon, you, and I." After a short discussion, Jane agreed. Alice had to move quickly. She wanted to make sure Jane got her share of loving to free up Chris for her. Brandon Jones + Jane By 2:30 pm, she found herself walking into the library. She went over to the information desk. "Hi, I am looking for Brandon Jones." The young girl behind the counter used the telephone to call him. Alice waited patiently at the counter. She heard a low pitch voice, "How may I help you?" She turned around and saw a medium height black man, few inches taller than Jane and her, well built - firm bodied, greyed hair and clean shaved. She did not know how to start. She looked at him and confidently asked him, "Is there a private space we can go to? My request is personal." "Personal?" "Yeah, I have a proposition." She followed him to his office. He sat her down and went to the other side of the desk. "What I can I do to help?" She reached for her phone and picked out Jane's picture. She flipped it around and showed it to him. As he looked at Jane's picture, Alice softly spoke, "She is my mother-in-law and she wants you." He dropped the phone in shock and disbelief. "What?" "She wants you", she repeated. "She goes weak on her knees when you are around", she lied. He laughed, "Really", and continued to look at Jane. "Give me your number, I will text you the time and place." He looked up at her, "Listen, I don't know who set you up for this, I am married and have a happy life." Alice walked around to him and bend to whisper, "Are you saying No to a white pussy?" He turned to look at her. "Seriously!" She nodded. She reached for his phone on the desk, and dialed her number. "Her husband is out for the next couple of days. She is ripe for your taking." Without waiting for his response, Alice walked out. Few hours later, after dinner, she got a call. "You got me. Tell me when and where." "Tomorrow morning 9:00 am. Oyster Shore, I will meet you there." As she put the phone down, she had an idea for her own business. Voyeur She called Jane immediately. Just as she told her of her meeting with Brandon. "No way, wow! Did he agree?" Alice moved too quickly for Jane. "Mom, I will bring him to you by 10:00. Prepare yourself well." She left Jane in surprise and shock that she was going to have a lover other than Chris. At 8:30 in the morning Alice picked Brandon from Oyster Shore. He had flowers in his hand. As they drove to Jane's place, Alice and Brandon were amused by the turn of events. "There is a first time for everything." "Yes there is", he adjusted his crotch. He seems excited and ready for action. As soon as the car pulled in, Jane opened the door. Alice glided into the house, Brandon took his time to follow her. "I will leave you two together." Jane smiled nervously. Brandon walked in, giving flowers to her, kissed her on her lips. "I had no idea you were interested in me. I saw you many times and thought you are a sexy woman." She took the flowers and found a vase for them. Brandon was high on confidence, he followed her as she watered the flowers, his hands on her hips and kissed her on her neck. Alice sat on the couch watching him play Jane. Jane seemed reluctant and was trying to avoid the inevitable, when suddenly he picked her up in his arms and looked at Alice. "I have been hard all night thinking of her, where is her bedroom?" She pointed him in the direction. He moved fast and shut the door behind him. Fearing for her mother-in-law she quickly followed them in the room. As soon as she entered, she saw Jane holding on her back, legs stretched, her dress pulled up to her waist, his head between her legs and mouth sucking in her hairy cunt. His thick lips pulled her tender clit into his mouth. Jane closed her eyes, her hips raised, she was moaning and screaming. The sight was erotic. Alice's pussy was wet watching them both together. Jane erupted and her screams filled the room. His face was wet with her cum. He moved next to her and flipped her to her side. He unzipped his pants and Alice saw his chocolate thickness. He did not care for Alice's presence. She saw him tap Jane's cunt and exposed her pink cunt lips through her muff and then in one jerk his cock entered her wet slippery cunt. "Oh Fuck. I never had a black male before." "There is a first time for everything", he laughed as he said that. He was pounding her cunt. He pulled her head back by her hair and kissed her as he fucked her hard. Jane took him in. "Fuck me harder." He pulled out slow and then suddenly she heard her cunt being slammed hard. Jane's eyes popped open wide with pleasure. Alice moved to sit at the bed to watch her mother-in-law being fucked by her fantasy man. The dark chocolate fucking a white woman was exciting. Alice decided that she wanted an interracial experience too. She knew Jane wanted Brandon to herself. Alice rubbed her self over her panties as the couple fucked each other's brains out. After a while, Jane was on the edge. "Pull out, Pull Out." He obliged. She raised her hips, her open cunt lips squirted s shower on the bed. He did not wait, he pushed back in as soon as she was done squirting. "I am going to seed you baby. Here cums some black cum in your white cunt." Jane held his cock hard in her. She felt him grunt and jerk into her. She was clearly enjoying it. He was hugging her from behind, his cock filled her cunt tight. His black balls pressed into her splitting lips. Jane's eyes met Alice. They read each other's thoughts and nodded in appreciation. Brandon's hands moved down to play with Jane's pubic hair. It tickled her and she giggled like a virgin. Alice was happy for her. She could tell that they were going to go at it again. The phone rang. It was Chris reaching out for Jane. Jane was plugged deep by Brandon's thick hard cock. Alice picked the call. "Hi Chris, Alice here." She saw Brandon push Jane onto her stomach and his cock pressing into her from behind as she stepped out of the room. Jane was moaning and Brandon was at it again. "What's up, Chris?" "Hey Luscious Dimples." "Now, now, this is Alice." "What is Jane doing?" "She is in bed, doing her work." The moans and grunting were getting louder. Alice stepped out to avoid him hearing them. "Where are you Chris? And what are you doing?" "Well, please don't ask. I don't want to lie." "You horny bastard." "You know me I am oversexed." "Are you busy these days?" "Not very, what do you have in mind?" "I may have someone special for you. He is a single dad my age. Let's chat about it later. Let me talk to Jane." Alice muted the phone. She walked back to the bedroom. Brandon was pounding her. Her face dug into the pillow as she received him. "It's Chris. He wants to speak with you." Brandon looked at Alice. He slowed down his humping to stop. Jane looked up and Alice placed the phone to her ears, unmuting it. "Hi honey" she murmured. "No I am alright. Just getting some work done." Brandon's cock was pounding hard in her gripping cunt. "I miss you too", she lied over the phone. Brandon was impatient, he began to push in and out slowly. He knew had little time with his new white bitch and wanted to make the most of it Alice took the phone and walked out again. "Chris, I am taking her to the movies later. She will call back." Alice returned to watch Jane gripping the bed as he held her hips and manhandled her to his whims. Brandon was fucking her like an animal. "Are you sure you belong in a library?" Alice asked him. "I am glad I am in a library. I would not have got fuck this woman." He did not even remember the name of his sex bitch. Alice's cunt was dripping watching them in action. He turned to her, "Unless you are going to join us, you have nothing to do here. Please leave." Jane looked at her as she was ordered out. She stepped into the kitchen. Her thongs soaking wet. Their fucking continued. Jane confessed to Alice. Jane was being roughed up and banged like never before. Chris had fucked her on that bed many times before. This time around, she felt like a virgin being taken by her first black cock. Alice noticed a picture of Jane, Chris, and David. She had a happy thought of having her revenge on David for turning Gay on her. Jane and Brandon met often. At times, Alice saw them together in public places. She was convinced by Alice's words, "It's your private life. What Chris doesn't know, won't hurt him or you." "I am a GYLF. Thank you Alice". Threesome Luscious Dimples felt liberated. David was out of her life. Her father-in-law, Chris, loved her - rather she fucked him at will. Her mother-in-law, Jane, adored her for making her feel like a woman again. Chris and Jane took care of Mark to school him at a Prep School. Mark absolutely loved it there. Her HWC life was very active. She was in fantastic shape. She began Pilates and Yoga. Confident, Alice began to expand her HWC operations. She was now travelling to be with her prospective clients. HWC loved her for it. She loved the variety and diversity she was exposed to. While she enjoyed the fucks, to her the thought of new prospects, their sexual desires, diversity, and basic needs turned her on. More often, she found herself walking around with a wet patch on her panties. Madison Wisconsin, her flight landed early. It was 10:00 am. The airport was deserted. Alice had 4 hours before her meeting. She wandered through the gift shop, slowly finding her way to the rental car counter. Behind the counter, a Hispanic/Latin woman in her 30s, with a name tag - Jen, was sitting uncomfortably on the high chair trying to balance her pregnant bump. Her breasts were engorged, and her nipples were forcing her pasties out. As they worked out the rental process, Alice struck a conversation. "When is the baby due?" She sighed "3 months more." Just then, a stout fit Latin male stepped in to the counter, "Which Car?" "A-4". "Nice, the BMW." He looked at Alice checking her out. Alice felt a strange twitch between her legs. She smiled. "Are you okay, Baby?" He asked as he felt her baby bump. She turned her face to him and he put his lips on hers, his hands dropping between her legs. Alice envied the long kiss as she waited patiently for her car. She sarcastically, "You guys should get a room." He turned to Alice, "Would you like to join us?" "Ricky, watch what you say to our customers. We could get fired." Ricky read her right. She smiled. Alice's phone buzzed. A message read, "Sorry, meeting cancelled. Room and Car paid for two days and non-refundable." Alice looked at Ricky and Jen. She lowered her glasses looking at Ricky, "What time do you get off work?" Jen answered instantly, "around 2." Jen turned to Ricky ordering, "Help her with her bags to the car." Alice walked behind him as he led her to the car. He was handsome, well built, and seemed well packaged. Alice's panties were wet. As he loaded the car, she saw his strong arms and athletic body. He saw her eyes checking out his bulging crotch. They heard footsteps behind them. Turning around, it was Jen. The three of them were alone in the rental parking lot. Jen and Ricky exchanged glances. Jen smiled and moved close to Alice, "Which hotel are you booked into?" "That's presumptuous of you." Jen gently moved Alice behind the wall, away from the cameras. Ricky moved in after them. "I have heightened sense of smell. I can smell you are wet." Ricky unzipped and his thick hard cock popped out. Alice stared at his muscle. "He is horny, so are you. There are things I can't do for him, you can help." Alice replied, "Hilton Airport." "You don't need a car. We can drop you by the shuttle." Alice felt her ass being caressed by Ricky's big hands. In no time, Ricky was driving her in the rental shuttle to the hotel. Jen returned to the counter. He waited for Alice to check in, and took note of the room number - 601 before he left. Jen knocked the door at 2:30 pm. She walked in with a bottle of Merlot. No sooner, she entered the room she hugged Alice. "I feel a connection with you. A sister I never had." Jen's body was warm against hers. Alice did not expect this. She felt Jen's lips on hers and pulling her close to her. Jen moved slowly. For the first time in a while, Alice was out of her comfort zone. Jen stepped back from Alice. Unbuttoning her blouse, she unzipped her skirt to step out of them in her white laced bra and back panties. Alice wanted Ricky. Not her. Her bra came loose, her darkened nipples stood erect on her swollen breasts. She pulled her panties down and laid on the bed. Her legs stretched out, her trimmed pubic hair was wet with her juices. She looked at Alice. "Come on." Alice felt ordered, and in a strange way compelled to obey. She was about to go down on her knees. "What are you doing? Drop your clothes and come on here." Her full naked, athletic, flexible, and yoga body came to view. Jen sat up and her face met Alice's cunt. She inhaled her and her lips sucked in her clit, her tongue tasting her wetness. Alice swooned. She was wet and ready to let go. She heard Jen's muffled voice, "Got to get you ready for Ricky." Alice found herself holding her head into her pussy, encouraging her to go at it. Jen began to flick her tongue around her clit and suck in her wetness like a pro. Alice was shaking, she was going to cum soon. Jen sensed it and slowed down her oral on her. She laid back and touching her wet lips, "Go on, your turn to taste me." Alice never tasted a woman before, she hesitated and moved slowly. Jen reached for her hair and gently forced her down between her legs. Alice's nose rubbed against her cunt and she put her tongue out to get her first taste of a woman. She heard her moan and raise her hips. Her cunt squirted a gush into Alice's face. She received the shower as Jen moaned aloud. "Woa! Wow!!" Luscious Dimples enjoyed that. Few minutes later, it was Ricky knocking the door. Jen lazily walked to the door. She greeted him with a body hug and a kiss. "You started without me?" he scolded her. "She is ready for you." Ricky unzipped and his cock was erect, long, and amazingly thick. "Don't hurt me with that." He laughed saying, *"estarás suplicando por más."* Jen was smiling too. Ricky laid Jen down next to Alice. Jen rolled over on her fours and laid on top of Alice. Ricky positioned himself behind her. "First my horny wife, then you." Jen yelled like a dog as he pushed right into her pussy. Her breasts dangled and moved against Alice's. Alice could see the pleasure in Jen's face. Her hands gripping the pillows next to her. She was moaning aloud. After minutes of pounding her from behind like a dog, Ricky moved back and Alice felt Jen's squirt again on her lower body. Jen was exhausted. Once again, she slowly laid down next to Alice. Then. Ricky picked Alice up from the bed. He had her on her feet. His cock erect and wet. He grabbed her breasts firmly. In his own sexy Spanish way, he ordered her "Levanta tu pierna. Extiende tu coño mojado." His hands moved down her left thigh and raised her left leg to his shoulders. Her flexible yoga body did not protest. She was dripping wet. She felt him grip her ass and spread her, his cock moved in. He exclaimed, "Apretado y Caliente." Her right leg was firmly resting on the ground. He hugged her tight. His cock moved in pushing aside her cunt walls. "Fuck, this guy is good." thought Alice. Alice cunt felt full, it was plugged tight, no room to breathe. Soon, she began to keep up with his moves with the moves of her own. Her legs circled his neck, and she began to kiss him passionately. Her tongue rolled on his. He raised her right leg and her left leg slipped down. She was in his arms, her legs around his back. He raised and dropped her as he pushed further in. Alice was never handled like this in her life. She started grunting. Encouraging him to continue. "Yes, Yes, Oh my Gosh. Do me. Spread and stretch me." Her cunt gripped his cock. He felt her tight. She wanted him to know she is experienced too. Her cunt swallowed his thickness and held him firmly. She heard him sigh. "Oh baby, she is fantastic." The lovers heard snoring. Jen was fast asleep. They laughed together. Alice's mouth met his. She felt him hug her hard. Her nipples pressed against his muscular chest. His hands moved on her ass, trying to caress her pucker hole. She kissed him, softly, "No Ass." Her cunt tightened around his thick cock. "Por favor." Alice shook her head negatively. For him, her cunt was tight enough. His pounding continued. Alice's cunt was squeezing him as he moved in and out. His facial expressions began to change. Alice has seen this so often with her clients. She wanted to see him cum. Her feet fell to the ground and her cunt pushed his cock out. She reached out and cupped his balls with both her hands. He grunted. His cock shook. His body shuddered. With a loud, "AAh!" the head of his cock splashed thick white blobs on her face, hitting her closed eyes. The splashing continued, along with his grunts and moans. She was wet and dripping too, on the edge, ready to cum. She held back. Exhausted, he collapsed on the sofa, panting hard trying to catch his breath. Alice crawled to him and took his cock in her mouth. He struggled and whined painfully. "Stop. Por favor." Alice licked his dripping drops of cum. She slowly rose to her feet, reached for her phone, and walked into bathroom. She took a picture of her cum laced face, white blobs on her hair. She smiled looking at herself in the mirror. In an hour, she tasted a pussy and loved it. She took in the thickest cock she ever had, and wanted more.

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Title: The Frozen Flame -III- The Marble District by X. Archaego Tags: Action, Adventure, Dragon, Plot Development, Wolf "I won't let you have what's here, mage!" The shout rang across through the trees, from the other side of the small clearing that the marble pillars made. All three of the dragons, Jerrin, Dante, and Silmilon, turned to see where the words had come from, only to find thin air. There wasn't a figure standing across the clearing, nor was there even a glimmer of movement within the treeline. Dante's paws held tight to his metal staff, while Sil quickly got used to having a sword in his hand, holding it up with a shaky posture. Jerrin just stood there, clad in his black, ruby-adorned armor, cape flicking some with the breeze from the ruins. "I think this would constitute a problem..." Dante gulped a bit as he looked about, then took a bold step forward next to the dragonlord, tail flicking out behind him. The moonlight shone through a part in the trees, glimmering off of the silver armor he wore, both on his chest and over his legs. He wasn't cocky enough to have his guards wear nothing to protect their lower halves when there was an obvious danger here. But the three stood there for a long moment, looking about for what they knew was there. A minute passed. Sil gulped and looked over his shoulder for a moment. "Why did you want me here? I can't use a sword...we can't hit what we can't see!" "Quit with the panic, kid." Dante huffed, glancing about, twirling his staff between his hands as he looked about. "But he does have a point." Jerrin just grumbled, his wings ruffling underneath his cape as he looked about, taking another step forward onto the stone tiles that were covered in moss and other assorted plants, turning the former white marble into a greenish mass. The clouds over the forest parted some, letting a few beams of moonlight down through the leaves and onto the marble tiles. "Jerrin. Get out of here. You've done enough." A voice, almost mistaken for a wisp of wind going through the branches of the forest, whispered out to the three dragons. "The Avian Kingdom is already on its way. I suggest you and your guards get out of here before Sulian arrives. I'll handle this..nuisance.." Sil looked up, blinking some, then over to Dante, who had the same puzzled expression on his face. Both dragons looked to Jerrin, who turned and looked over his shoulders for a moment with a bit of a shrug. In the next moment a sharp whizz sliced between the dragons, leaving a glittering trail of sparkles in the moonlight that trailed down towards the ground. All three looked at the falling glitter, then back to each other. "Well, you heard the creepy voice. RUN!" Dante shouted out before he turned quickly on his heels, rushing back down the forest trail they came to. The moonlight glimmered from his silver armor, only to be cloaked from sight as Jerrin made his way down the trail as well, cape billowing out with the wind. Silmilion stood there for a long moment, enough to see another silver streak rushing towards him. The slice of air, the silver glitter falling to the ground, accompanying a loud clang and a huff from the side were all that rang through the forest. Sil looked up to see a form, draped in a white cloak decorated in black stripes like a tiger, standing on the center of one of the mossy tiles calmly. "You heard the man. Run." The voice was another soft whisper in the night sky before the sapphire drake nodded, running after his two superiors down the forest trail to the caravan where they came from. The clouds above fully parted, shedding their light down upon the ruins of the marble city that had been swallowed up by the forest for hundreds of years. Standing in the center was the tiger-printed cloak, hood pulled up over the form fully, only back enough to let two violet eyes shine out towards another figure perched on one of the crumbled pillars, clad in black and hunter green to keep him from view. "You are not wanted here, Ancient." The deep, rumbling growl came out in a snarl as the assassin leapt up, landing in perfect stance only a few tiles from the silent man, crimson eyes glaring out from behind a mask of pitch black. "We are never wanted. But yet, we come..." "And you go at the point of a blade. My orders are to guard the Marble District with my life." The figure waved one silken-gloved hand in front of him, rolling his eyes. "Guard it with your life in the name of the lord of magic, yadda yadda." A slight sigh came from the shadowed figure as the hood was pulled back, revealing a long violet mane, tied up in a braid along his back. The two violet orbs were connected to the face of a dragon, dark as night, with faint white stripes along his scales. The tiger stripes continued along the dragon's arms, which now were crossed in front of his body, clad in a simple black silk vest, shirt, and pants. All well-tailored and regal, save for the fact they were only a single color. "If you only knew what kind of serious mistake you idiots were making..." Crimson eyes turned upwards to the dragon, giving another growl, a paw slashing forward into the air, claws trailing silver in the moonlight. Each one was tipped with a silver metallic point, connected onto the glove the warrior wore, a trademark weapon of a single sect of fighters. A sect that nobody dared speak of, from the Dragon Kingdoms to the Avian and Cetacean ones... Wolvers. "What the hell was that back there?!" Sil shouted, jumping over a fallen log before getting back onto the path, wings folded tight against his back as the three drakes emerged out of the forest to a few shouts from the caravan guards, pointing towards the treeline. Dante skidded to a stop, his boots leaving a mark in the grass as he stopped, Jerrin almost running into the amethyst dragon as he managed to stop as well from the sprint. "Don't wanna know kid. Trust me." Dante leaned forward, gasping for air as he put a paw onto the ground, clutching it. "Where the 'ell did that thing come from.." Sil stopped next to Dante, panting for breath as Jerrin made his way back to the guards, wings ruffling. "We found the marble city...not the bronze one. That sage must have been off." He grumbled, turning back to the two guards that went with him, then back to the others assembled around the caravans. "Not by much though. Ko was there." Silmilon blinked, then looked to Dante with a confused stare in his eyes. Jerrin looked over his shoulder, giving a nod to the amethyst captain of the guard before Dante patted a spot next to him as he sunk down onto the grassy ground. "Wolvers, kid. Trained fighters, kinda like us, just not workin for us. They're known to attack any of the kingdoms, though mostly the Avian and Cetacean ones. Everyone thinks they're after power more then anything else.." Sil took it all in, blinking. He'd never been beyond the dragon kingdom. No reason to, given that Jerrin controlled one of the largest empires on the continent. He had heard of the other kingdoms, mostly the neighboring Avian one, but only in passing. "Who do they work for..?" The only think the young drake could think to ask, falling back onto the grass with an audible thud. Jerrin turned, giving a smirk some. "Asks all the right questions." The dragonlord took a few steps forward, stretching his wings back out again. "We think they work for one of the lords of the north." Jerrin turned back to look into the forest, staying quiet for a moment to listen to the silence. Not a single sound came from the depths of the forest, where the marble ruins lie. "And as for who that was...an old friend." "Ko...Byak-Ko..." Sil looked up to Jerrin, then back into the forest. Both Dante and the dragonlord stopped, blinking as they looked down to Sil. Dante shrugged it off as a tale told around a mug of ale - Jerrin kept looking at his newest guard, giving a slight hrm to himself. "I knew there was a reason Ko wanted him about..." Deep inside the forest another clang echoed out, of steel upon marble this time, as the wolver made a leap towards the dragon, only to get sidestepped in mid-lunge. "I told you, these ruins aren't for the likes of your kind." The striped dragon simply shook his head, flinging one arm out to the side, talons tracing through the air slowly, drawing a glittering white symbol out of flowing wisps of energy while the wolf warrior spun around with his landing. Another lunge came forwards, along with the sweep of the weaving paw towards the incoming wolf. All the wolver could do was bark a laugh when he saw nothing happening from it. All he could do was groan in pain when one of the marble tiles flung up from below and impacted him square in the chest. Not only did it knock him up a few feet, it sent him sprawling back onto the broken marble floor with a growl, steel claws clanging on the stone. "Laugh at that." The wolf stuttered some, then leapt back up onto his feet. A growl came, then another leap up onto one of the pillars nearby, putting himself into the level of the trees. "We should have killed your kind when we had the chance!" A growl, and a lunging streak of silver as the wolver leapt from the pillar, clawed gloves out towards the cloaked form, silver points gleaming in the moonlight. The dragon simply stood there for a long moment, watching. Waiting. In the blink of an eye the claws tore through the cloak with a rending shred, then clinked almost musically onto the marble tiles of the ruins. With a growl those claws were moved up, clean and glimmering without a drop of blood. It didn't take the hunter long to realize what happened before another tile slammed full force into his back, the shadowed figure atop the pillar he was just at, arm stretched out to his side, tracing out the intricate designs of his magical weaves. "And this is why you haven't killed us." He grumbled out, flicking his talons through the air beside him to trace another design. The wolver leapt up onto a crumbled wall, right for the cloaked magister. That was, until one of the fallen pillars had rose up to act as a barricade, the camouflaged wolf slamming into it full force, rebounding back onto his back with a groan of pain. A snicker came from the mage as the hand went back under his cloak, crossing with his other arm and a smirk. The Wolver leaned up, clutching his chest, but still managing to jump up onto one of the pillars alongside the ruins. "You haven't heard the last of me, Ancient." A snarl came out before the black-clad figure leapt up into one of the tree branches, vanishing from sight with a cloud passing over the full moon overhead. A trail of white glitter rained down upon the branch from where the warrior was, soon fading into the darkness of the forest, leaving the tiger-cloaked dragon alone again. A slight grumble came out of his muzzle as his gloved hand grabbed up at his hood again, pulling it over his head with a bit of a huff. "I never hear the last of you gnats." He spun about, making his way over to one of the intact marble archways, resting his hand onto the intricately carved surface of the pillar with a bit of a sigh. There was enough nostalgia in that pillar to make him forget about the sound of flapping wings coming closer to the marble ruin, until those wings were accompanied with two avian forms, feathered wings stretched out, settling behind him. "Byak-Ko. You're still alive.." "Su-Zaku. You're still fashionably late as ever. You just missed a Wolver." The red-feathered avian blinked, taking a step forward with a slight grumble. "A Wolver in the Marble District?" One hand gripped at the hilt of a long, thin blade at his side, sheathed for the moment." "Relax, Zaku. He left. He obviously didn't find the fact I kept having him run into stone funny." The avian raised a brow, ruffling his wings before his arms crossed back behind his chest, the silk robe he wore ruffling some, loose enough to show the steelcloth armor underneath. Light, and intricately crafted. A hallmark of the upper echelons of the Avian Kingdom. The black silk over it decorated with finely-woven red designs, oriental, but all centering around the kingdom's obvious insignia: A single, pointed feather. With a slight rush of breeze past the ruins the half dozen long ribbons along the robe swayed gracefully, a hallmark to the superior swordsmanship of the Hawk Knights that Zaku kept for his defense, and his own tutelage. "Run into stone. Something tells me you ran it into him for the wolf." All Ko could do was smirk some, leaning his head down under the hood before the cloak shuffled some, the back falling a few more inches inward before a gloved hand stretched back out, talons gone, replaced by the silk ends of the covering cloth gauntlet. "What do you expect. After five thousand years, you pick up a few things." "Like Jerrin and his crew, eh?" The red bird huffed some, wings spreading out again. "Last I saw they were back on their way to their own kingdom." The hooded form just nodded, turning a bit. "Good. I'll need to speak with him about this. It's good enough we found the Marble District...but the columns aren't bronze..."

FSE

Title: Forgotten Promise: Chapter 1, Isis by BigFurryMonster Tags: Adventure, Captivity, Cub, Story Series, Tiger, Violence (Not In Yiff) It's not often that I stop and reflect on my life and how things have been. Not that I don't care I just have a slight lack of time to waste on things I consider frivolous. Do I consider it unworthy of my time or is it just a way to deal with the pain I know is associated to my past. And yet I sit even now pondering and questioning my decisions. So it cannot be as passé as I make it out to be. "All this thinking is making my head hurt I guess it's time to drown my sorrows in ale." It took little effort to rise off of the bed and stand to her full height of five foot one inch. Being as short as an elf didn't do her much justice but several opinions known she was much more pleasing to the eye than even the most beautiful female elf. She was muscled, but not disgustingly so, her body had been chisled from years of work and adventuring. Beneath her set of common clothing consisting of a light tunic and a pair of worn breeches was a coat of orange fur with black stripes. Her left eye was a stunning royal blue and her right was as jade green as the most pure of gemstones. A shock of long blonde hair ran down her back tied up in a leather thong to keep it managed. She wore a belt around her waist that sported several hilts and pouches that promised dangerous surprises, almost as dangerous as the various other things hidden about her person. Before leaving the room she had rented in the inn she checked the window to make sure the trap she had set was still ready to be triggered and double checked the loose floorboard under the bed she had stored her most valuable belongings in. A quick check of her belt made sure that her weapons, the ones that could be seen, were tied with a peace knot as was the custom in the taverns and inns around this city. She exited the door and reset the trap she had set on it with a deft flick of her hand and headed down the stairs to the taproom to get a drink. It was only morning but she had learned when she was younger that it was never too early for a good pint of ale. Once she reached the common room she took a seat at the bar and waved the barkeep over with her fingers. She knew this man; he was a portly human with a perpetual smile pasted across his features. It was often said around town that if Merdok ever wore a frown the world would come to an end. "My usual breakfast Merk." "I still say ye shouldn't be drinkin' so early little missy but I canna refuse me best customer." He had already pulled a tankard from the shelf behind him in anticipation and filled it with the best mead he had in stock. "Ye'll drink me outta me bar if'in ye don't start eatin' a decent meal in the mornin'." "Same story every morning, where's my drink?" They had an established relationship because she both rented a room from him and was a frequent customer in the taproom, very frequent. "Anything interesting happen since I passed out?" "Nah, ye haven't missed much Isis me darlin'." He shrugged and went to his perpetual duty of wiping down the counter and cleaning the mugs. Isis smiled at him and turned around to survey the unusually large morning crowd. She almost laughed out loud when she realized that it was well past midday and the crowd that had gathered was here for a quick afternoon meal, drink or both. She preferred the middle of the three; she had convinced herself it helped her think. She nursed her drink slowly, not fully past the headache and hangover accompanied with a night and early morning of drinking. But on that same note she had grown so used to it she wasn't hindered as much as she used to be. Placing a few silver pieces on the bar for Merdok she rose and headed up for her room to gather what she would need for the night's work. It was well-known that the best prepared 'expert treasure hunter' started casing her target early in order to dispense with the preliminaries. The trap at her door was rigged with a poison that would drop most men in moments but she was so familiar with its design she barely flicked a finger to disarm it before entering. Quickly she donned her darkened set of leather armor and slung a pack onto her shoulders. From the floor board beneath her bed she pulled a ring, an amulet and a small contraption that looked like a tiny spool of rope coiled around a crank and wheel. Before leaving she touched the amulet that now rested between her shapely breasts and whispered a soft prayer. She was familiar with it but she did not know where it had come from. A sigh escaped her lips before she started heading toward the door. She had been an vagabond now for years upon years, so much so that she sometimes thought if she continued on she would write herself enough past to fill the void that was missing in her mind. She had no memories to speak of before the day she woke up on the shifting dunes of the Goyan desert. She was in tattered rags and had only an amulet and a dagger on her person. Truth be known she did not even know if she knew her own name, she was merely using the name Isis because it was engraved on the back of the amulet in the common tongue. "Isis. Somehow the name seems right." She whispered to herself before she walked out of the door and headed downstairs offering Merdok a simple nod before she left. When she arrived in this city she had been quite poor and so she took to a life of stealing and skulking about in the shadows to make her living. Again that felt natural to her but she did not know the reason why. The streets of Gorandah were usually no place for a rogue with no guild but she managed quite nicely. She had carved herself a little niche and given herself a name on the streets. Several guilds had harassed for her skills offering riches and infamy but she preferred to work alone on a contract-to-hire basis. It was better to have no ties; she didn't know herself so she had no idea who knew her in turn. So far she had never met anyone that knew her or where she had come from but then again when the truth is purchased it is never the whole truth no matter what the cost. Her target came into view not long after she had left the inn. She was unnaturally fast but her target was also just a few blocks away. She had navigated the crowded streets with ease because of its familiarity. Slipping down a side alley she pulled her lucky dagger from the sheath and fixed it between her teeth for easy access. Her clawed hands aided her climb as she scaled a short wall and peered over the top. Quickly she ducked back down to avoid the sweeping gaze of a guard who was even now turning a corner. Thankfully he had been distracted with talking to another guard walking beside him. She waited until their conversation was nothing but a soft buzz and peered over cautiously. A large garden greeted her with green hedges, plants and flowers of all types. She was astounded at a sight she had never seen before. The sands and sun usually made growing anything almost impossible but when she had heard that a rich family had brought in a series of wizards and clerics in order to create a garden paradise in this harsh climate she was skeptical. Her eyes drank in the sight of so many colors and shapes just as her nose twitched to gather up the fragrant natural scent around her. Something stirred inside of her that she did not understand and unable to hold herself up she dropped to the street and leaned against the wall sliding down to the ground to sit. A flash of images came to mind; trees as tall as the eye could follow, plants, flowers and various growths. She shook her head and tried to right herself as the strange images flowed uninhibited. "Makar?" The word meant something to her but she didn't know what. She struggled for many minutes to gather her thoughts and pull herself back into what she supposed was some sort of flash back. The familiarity was gone and so was the flood of memories. "I've been to a jungle. What is Makar?" She had forgotten all about her target for more than an hour as she sat pondering the meaning of the strange flashes. She was guessing more than she knew but the familiar smell of plants and flowers had triggered the memories. It was the first flashback that she had ever had and it had left her a little unsettled. Scolding herself she looked around to find dusk falling and cursed her luck, she had been thinking and introverted for quite a while without even knowing it. She picked up her dagger from the ground where she had dropped it and slid it into the sheath again. She had a feeling she may have need of it tonight. Her arms strained slightly as she climbed the vertical surface again and peered over. She saw the disappearing helms of two guards as they rounded a corner. The voices were different than before so apparently they had changed shifts while she had been lost in thought. As quietly as possible she straddled the wall and tied off one end of the spool she had been carrying with her. She rolled out a length of it as she dropped to the ground and landed in a tumble to minimize the noise. With her lucky dagger she cut the rope and pressed it against the sand-colored wall confident that it would blend enough to someone not studying the wall at close range. For a moment she admired the spool of rope she had purchased from a mutual partner, he had promised that it held over a thousand feet of rope and so far she hadn't reached the end of it but she was sure that she only had a few hundred feet left. Before continuing she cursed her carelessness again and pulled a bundle out of her pack. She slipped a long black silk shirt over her head along with a set of gloves, pants and a black hood that hid her face quite well considering. Without any further delays she sheathed her dagger and crept out among the plant life of the garden. As quiet as a whisper she blended into the garden's winding paths and plants so well that she even surprised herself. The guards walked past her not five feet away oblivious to her presence and as they continued on she slipped out of her concealment and headed straight for the wall of the large house. It was odd compared to the rest of the houses in the city, it had a manor-house look to it and the corners and various walls were dotted with stonework and gargoyles. Faerie fire made most of the statues glow in various colors to complement the flowers below. It was a nice layout she thought, almost a shame to rob them. "Almost." She whispered quietly as her skilled hands found holds among the grey stones of the house wall. Quickly she scaled the side and pitched herself up onto a balcony. Just as she pressed herself against the wall to listen the door burst open and a pair of purple satin curtains billowed softly from the movement of a passing form. It was a female, most likely a young girl from the look of her. She was dressed in a fluttering and lacy blue dress that hid her body well along with a blue bow to keep her long brown hair up. Isis froze and slowed her breathing down so as not to be detected at such a close distance. She brought a hand up across her chest and pressed her breasts inward as much as possible and tried to blend in with the growing shadow of the door. "Shayna get back in here this instant!" A loud voice boomed out into the night from the open doorway. Isis guessed that it was a father figure of some sort from the harsh tone. "Young lady if you continue this detestable behavior I will be forced to punish you again!" "You'd do it anyway regardless of how I act!" The young girl turned around and scowled at the doorway. She was pretty as far as Isis was to judge, she had never seen another like herself before but this young female had white fur and black stripes. A young girl just starting to bud into womanhood she had fine features and long blue gloves on her hands as she accented her statement with a dramatic gesture of her hands. "You punish me every night as a matter of fact, just like you have for as long as I can remember. The punishment just varies from night to night depending on how you feel!" Isis almost laughed out loud. This girl seemed spoiled from the look of it and her form of punishment was most-likely a sound talking to or being denied some of the 'finer pleasures' of life. Those who lived rich lives found simple things to be punishment enough. She wondered if this little girl had ever lain in a ditch with nothing but an old tattered blanket for warmth and no food to speak of. More likely she had never been without a plush bed and pillow with a menagerie of soft blankets. "I do not want to entertain your friends, its bad enough that I have to endure your advances from night to night father." The girl turned around to the balcony and started weeping softly. Isis arched an eyebrow and wondered silently if she had been wrong with her surface observation. Just as she had expected a portly human man walked out of the balcony and over to the thin girl. He was dressed in a gaudy set of purple clothing that almost didn't fit his rotund form. His hair was jet black and he had a face like a crow that had been repeatedly beaten with the proverbial ugly stick. "I don't want to do this anymore." The girl begged at him more than spoke to him. Isis noticed how soft the girl's voice had become once her father was near and she watched the large man put a hand on the girl, Shayna's, shoulder. She found herself pitying the small female and wondering idly if she should do something about it. She decided at length that she should not interfere even though she had the urge to. The girl would have to take care of things herself just as Isis had. "You're only angering me my dear. I gave you an order and that is final, the men who are coming tomorrow night have paid a handsome sum to spend some quality time with you." He sneered at her and used his large meaty hand to turn her around to face him. "You'll do what I say and not give them any trouble if you wish to continue the magic lessons you love so much." "That's not fair father! You gave me those lessons as a birthday gift!" She pouted at him and then cast her eyes downward as she met his burning gaze. Apparently the young girl realized her error in challenging her 'father'. His hand slapped her face and she brought her own hand up to hold her face as she held onto the tears she knew she wanted to release. "I've always been a prize to you, not a daughter." "That's the truth and you'd do well to remember that I feed you, clothe you and keep a roof over your head." Isis was burning inside as she watched the listened to the large man speak; the idea of slavery offended her deeply. She had never seen it first hand as far as she knew but she felt that it was wrong, no she knew it was wrong. The fat man spoke again. "Keep your temper and do not anger these men or it will mean your pretty little head. I can purchase a million other slaves that would die to be in your position right now." One hand covered in black silk had slipped down toward her dagger and even now her finger traced the hilt impatiently. She was ready to kill this man where he stood regardless of the alarms that it would create and barring the fact that she wouldn't get her take from this job. Wisely she held herself in check a moment later three guards poked their heads round the corner and cleared their throats one by one. "Sir we heard raised voices, is everything okay?" "Yes! Go back to your posts now!" The angry fat man turned around and fixed them with a glare that made even Isis want to flinch. She wisely stopped her fingers and other movements because she was in the man's direct field of vision. She had trained herself to hide quite well, even in plain view. It was still a relief when the guards rounded the corner and the man turned back around to his slave girl without noticing her. She almost sighed with relief but caught herself at the last moment. Listening to the girl's plight she felt something gnawing at her heart strings and again she told herself that it would be better just to walk away and leave things as they were. She could not afford to let her feelings get in the way of a take like this. "You're not going to defy me on this. If I have to tie you down to your bed so be it, I will just charge less for you. I can still pull a fair sum because of your virginity my dear." The man snickered and went back into the house closing the door behind him, leaving the whimpering little girl looking out over the balcony longingly. "If only I could learn enough magic to be free of this." She said softly and wiped a few tears from her face. Watching the girl kept making her feel as if she had a duty but she quickly turned around and scaled the wall next to the balcony in order to get to the third floor before the girl turned around and saw her. It didn't take much for her to reach the third floor and inch her way right to get closer to the balcony. She swung herself over and peered into the window. Not seeing anyone near and with darkness finally settling over the city she began her work. Deft fingers probed softly around the edges of the door searching for traps or alarms of any kind. Not finding any mundane traps she pulled a small pouch from her belt and pulled out a wisp of fine powder. Pursing her full lips she spread the powder over the lock and the cracks near it; there was a familiar blue glow that made her grin. "Clever, very clever." Her whisper was as the wind as she once more took a look around the courtyard and inside the door to make sure that she had not been noticed. With her lucky dagger she tested the handle by pushing it softly and watched the blue glow flare a bit. She nodded and put the dagger between the two doors and pried it open without letting the handle bend. Satisfied she opened the door slowly and peered inside. A hallway lined with tapestries and three doorways greeted her. Taking stock of the situation she crouched down and listened for several minutes before she stepped into the hallway toward the first door. Once again she tested the door and finding nothing she listened with one ear to the wooden frame. She heard nothing, not a voice or even the sound of someone or something breathing. She tested the door lock and slid the door open a hair and looked inside. It was a store room filled with food and linens. She made a mental note of the room and the contents then moved onto the next door. Listening for a moment she caught a hint of someone shuffling around inside the room. Cautiously she tested the door for traps and again finding none she pressed herself against the wall for a wait. She did well to trust her instincts and reflexes as she pressed herself against the wall the door flew open and pinned her against the wall. The fat man strode out and headed down the hallway without bothering to close the doorway. Isis quickly peered around the corner and surveyed what she thought was his bedroom. She ducked inside and almost cursed as she heard the big man turn around and start heading back for the room. One dive slid her under the bed and as quietly as possible she unsheathed her dagger and prepared to roll out of the other side just incase. She heard him shut the door and just for good measure she waited a few minutes before peering out from under the bed. "As good a place to start as any." She was lithe and quick so as soon as she was out from under the bed she was once again on her feet and peering around the room. The place was a mess, it had a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed, and a chest of drawers against the wall near what she presumed was a closet and two night stands that flanked the bed. Spotting a desk behind the bed she crept over and sat down in the plush chair. The first three drawers she opened had nothing of interest but the fourth drawer was locked. Her smile nearly took in her ears as she pulled a lock pick from hiding behind her ear and began working on the lock. It was a simple thing to pop the lock and open the drawer. Her eyes went wide as she spotted a lumpy velvet sack died a deep purple color like the curtains. With trembling hands she lifted the pouch and opened it revealing a handful of gems she was sure as a whole was worth more than she had pulled all month. Something inside of her said to take the gems and run but her enterprising side told her to search for more. A few ledgers and other papers caught her eye and as she was closing the drawer something else caught her notice. The drawer was a lot shallower than it should have been. Removing the ledgers she spotted a knot in the wood and pushed it in using her finger to remove the false bottom from the drawer. Once again a smile took her features and trembling hands removed a ring and two wands from the bottom. She stuffed all of the objects into her pack and replaced the bottom along with the ledgers and locked the drawer back in place. She turned around and did a quick sweep of the room before going back to the door and listening. The sound of footsteps greeted her and moved right past. She peered out and spotted a guard rounding the corner. "Paranoid much? I guess I would be too if I were rich and lived in this city." She was a shadow against the wall as she crept out of the room and out toward the next door down the hall to the right of the bedroom. She quickly opened it without checking for traps and slipped inside to avoid the patter of coming footsteps. She waited for a moment before looking around the room and immediately she knew it was the room of the little girl. She couldn't bear to even try and steal something from someone who was a slave in their own home. She peered out of the door with one eye and closed it back quickly as she spotted the room's owner coming down the hallway. In a flurry she did the same as she had in the girl's father's room, she dove under the bed with abandon and lay there quietly so as not to attract attention. The door opened and a pair of dainty feet walked up to the bed and disappeared as their owner splayed out on the plush bed above. She heard some movement then saw the dress hit the ground on the opposite side of the bed along with a pair of blue slippers and the blue ribbon. With an inward sigh she waited for the girl to drift off with the patience of a stone lying at the bottom of a quarry. It did not take long for her to hear the rhythmic breathing of the young girl and just for good measure she waited another twenty minutes before she slid herself slowly toward the edge of the bed. She exercised extra prudence in keeping quiet because she was quite sure that the young girl had the same sharp senses she had. Luckily the room was so clouded with the scents of fragrances and oils that her scent was masked quite well. She couldn't even detect the girl's scent and she was barely a foot away above her. Her movements slow and pronounced she tiptoed toward the door stealing only a side glance at the prone form on the bed. In a small night shirt Shayna was still just as beautiful as she had been when she was dolled up in the dress. Her brown hair was splayed out across the bed and she lie there curled up with a pillow clutched to her chest and a frown on her face. Something inside of her cried out for justice and wanted nothing more to lay down in the bed and wrap her arms around the child to comfort her and reassure her it would be alright. With a sigh she walked back toward the bed and leaned over to run her fingers through the girl's hair softly. She watched the frown melt away for a moment and heard the girl moan pitifully for her mother. Isis found tears welling up in her eyes without an explanation. She decided there and then that she would be leaving with more than just a few valuables. It was almost more than she could take mentally but she could not help herself. With new determination she stalked toward the door and closed it behind her. A few long strides took her to the corner of the hallway and she fell against the wall with her back to crouch down and hold a dagger in each hand. She was counting the footsteps and measuring the distance and sound she heard the guard coming down the hall with his clumsy loud clods. Just before he came around the corner she sprang into action and drove a dagger upward catching him just behind the chin. A soft gurgle told her he was dead with a length of metal gouged into his brain. She moved his body back to the storage room and put him behind a few barrels marked as wine. "Elven, and quite a nice year too, now if only I had more time." She chuckled softly and wiped her dagger on the man's tunic and relieved him of both his sword and his coin purse. Isis tucked it away in one of her pockets and peered out of the door again. Without another thought she rounded the corner where he had come from and headed down that hallway toward a large set of double doors. It wasn't long before she reached the large doors and pressed an ear on it to check for voices. She heard a steady scratching noise which she could only attribute to writing. Soft lighting came from the inside, most likely a candle or small lantern. She wisely kept her body pressed against the wall so the shadow of her feet would not cast under the doorway. For a moment she sat and mulled over her decision, she couldn't leave the girl here to be forced into sexual torment but she was loathe to take on another mouth to feed. With an inner sigh she reached up and knocked on the door to get the writer's attention. "Come." She heard from inside and for a second she paused; once she heard the writing again she slipped into the room and closed the door before the fat man had ever known she had opened it. He looked up toward the door and scowled in the dark room before he walked over and opened the door. "Rould I'll have your head for these gags!" Isis could have laughed at the situation if she were not working. She watched him open the door, growl and shut it again before he turned around and begun heading back toward the desk. She followed him closely and just to the right as swift and silent as his own shadow now dancing across the floor. He turned and sat down at the desk without even knowing she was now behind him. The feel of a steel blade against his neck made him flinch. "Scream and you're dead." "You have no idea who you're dealing with rogue." His voice was almost confident and it almost didn't have a quiver in it. She jeered at him and scoffed in her throat. His hand was moving toward the desk until she stuck a dagger between two of his fingers with a quick down stab. "I know good and well who you are slave master. Your blood money is going to pay my way for quite some time. I have a message for you Kennan." She whispered haughtily into his ear. "You're no longer of any use to me." His eyes went wide and he began to fumble over his words as he searched for a way out of this situation. "Please, I'll pay you double what he offered. I have items of magic and slaves, money if you give me time!" "Lets start with magic; do you have anything on hand?" She smiled down at the back of his black-haired head. She had no intention of betraying her contract but it would be so much easier if he volunteered the items she was going to search for anyway. "No but I have some in my chambers if you'll let me show you. Powerful magic I promise you!" He was trying his best salesman act she could tell so she played long with him for the moment. "Alright then, stand." She let him stand up but was suddenly surprised by an elbow in her abdomen. She went down in a heap for just long enough to let Kennan get out of her immediate grasp. She cursed loudly and stood up to chase him. She could hear his cry out to the guards of the house even before she lobbed her lucky dagger at his back. The blade dug deep into the door where he had just been standing. As fast as she could she pulled the blade out and exited the room to follow him down the hall and down again toward a staircase. Her blood was racing as she finally caught up to him and buried a blade deep into the back of his neck. Her victory was short lived as a flurry of bolts hit the wall beside her along with one in her arm and another grazing her hip. A yelp escaped her lips and she again ran up the stairs and around to the balcony. "Father?" The voice she did not wish to hear was merely steps from her so she grabbed the sleepy-eyed girl who had some how managed to put on her dress again before exiting the room. She did not wait for the girl to protest before darting for the balcony. She had hoped not to use her most prized escape method but she was desperate for a way out. She leapt out hands first from the balcony and let her momentum carry her as a bead she kept tucked away between her breasts crumbled and she floated across the night sky. Bolts once again sang out and she was again grazed by two of them before she cleared the wall and let the spell drop so she could hit the roof of a nearby building running. "Great Isis, real smart lets go ahead and let him lure you into a trap. By the gods those bolts sting!" She felt as if she was loosing her touch but now was not the time for such thoughts, she had to make it to one of her safe houses as fast as she could and dress her wounds. The girl over her shoulder finally broke from her shock and began struggling. "Let me go you thug! My father will have your head for this!" The thin girl kicked and hit her as she wiggled to get free of Isis's grasp. "Shut your mouth if you want to keep your tongue girl." She hated being so harsh but in her experience it was the only way to keep a hostage silent. The girl went limp again as Isis jumped to an adjacent building and then dropped down to the street from a shorter height. Her fingers curled around a sewer grate and she strained with all of her might to get it free. After a moment it fell to the side and she dropped the girl in and followed soon after, giving herself pause enough to pull the grate back to. "Of the gods cursed luck! Do you know what you just dropped me into?" She watched Shayna stand and fix her with a hateful glare. "Why have you taken me from my home?" "I said be quiet." She stalked toward the girl and looked down at her with the best stern look she could muster. Without another word she pointed down the tunnel and cocked her head that way once. "Go, I'll be right behind you." "Why should I follow your orders you thief?" She stamped her foot on the ground and turned up her nose most likely because of the pungent odor coming from the offal she had just stomped on. "Because I have the blades and all you have is a big mouth." Isis was fast growing tired of the impudent little girl and she started rethinking her decision to grab the girl on her way out. With a sigh she pointed down the tunnel with her dagger. "Go." Inwardly she applauded the young girl's performance and hoped that his forceful treatment would not soil their relationship. They walked for some time before Isis directed her toward an upward slope and out into the night via a pipe that overlooked the sea not far from the city docks. "Wash yourself in the water if you need to but be quick about it, we have to get out of here soon." She dipped her leather-soled boots in the sea water and swished them around to clean them off as she kept a sharp eye on Shayna. She noticed that the girl was not moving to clean the offal off and sighed. "Hurry up." "I can't wash myself in the sea water! It's almost as dirty as the sewage that's in the pipes down there." Shayna looked to the water and almost caved in right there but she quickly looked back to her captor and scowled. "Fine then, let's go so we can get you to better facilities your highness." Isis motioned for the girl to come along until Shayna finally bent down and began cleaning herself with the water. "Hurry." "Alright already I'm done, let's go." Shayna sighed and walked out ahead of Isis. She directed the girl as quietly as possible. They walked for what seemed like an hour taking side roads and back entrances and soon Isis noticed that Shayna was shivering from the cold night air of the desert. She decided to go through the back entrance to Merdok's inn; The Drunken Wench. She had the key for the back due to a special arrangement between the two of them. Ushering Shayna through the kitchen and up into a loft at the very top of the inn she opened the door and let the girl go in. "Stay here if you know what's good for you. There are a few blankets and a cot against the back wall. I'll be back with some food if you're hungry." Isis shut the door behind her and headed back down the stairs into the kitchen. She was lost in thought even before she hit the welcoming smell of roasted boar and fresh rolls. Merdok would get his pay for it so she made herself two plates of fresh food nodding to the two cooks as she passed and took what she wanted. "Busy guys?" She didn't hear the reply but she grunted to acknowledge it anyway before she put a mouthful of meat stuffed into a roll into her mouth. Again she wondered if she had done the right thing in taking the girl from the large home. She dismissed those thoughts as she remembered that Slave Master Kennan was dead and she had no where else to go as it was. Isis half expected not to find the impudent young girl in the room but when she returned Shayna was fast asleep on the sole cot in the room. Again Isis found a smile reaching her face but she quickly remembered her wounds as a shooting pain split through her side when she bent over. "Good job Isis, just leave the end of the bolt lodged in there." Isis grasped the end of the bolt that had pierced her side and steeled herself for the pain she knew was to come. The adrenaline had worn off so she was beginning to feel the sting of her wounds. With a yank the bolt came free and her eyes swam with red pain for many minutes, after threatening to black out the pain began to subside and from a nearby nook in the wall she pulled a kit of medical supplies she kept stashed for just such an occasion. Her armor was hard to remove because of the flexing and stretching she had to do but she finally removed it and cast it aside to be patched later. Most of her hurts were surface wounds which made her feel a little better about the whole ordeal so she quickly washed and dressed them. She didn't bother to put clothes back on as she stretched out on the floor. The fur covering her nude body along with the white patch that ran along her chest and stomach accented her curves very well if one was an onlooker. Isis failed to notice that she had awakened Shayna with her groans. She also failed to notice that the girl was watching her with wide eyes and as she drifted off to sleep she also did not hear her young guest devour the remainder of the food she had left on the plate. \*\* Isis cracked one eye when she heard one of the floor boards squeak near her head. Shayna was up and about and she was obviously creeping, or trying to creep, toward the doorway to make an escape. "I wouldn't do that." "Why? Am I your prisoner or am I to become your slave now?" The girl turned around and faced Isis boldly with her arms crossed over her chest. "Is that why you stole me away from my father?" "You really believe that man cared about you? He was going to sell your virginity to some 'associates' and you call my rescue 'stealing you away'? I don't know where you're from but you step foot outside in that city and it'll eat you alive within five minutes. This isn't your mansion, you don't have servants, you have no money, you have no skills and you have no where to go." Isis walked over to the door and opened it for Shayna in addition to stretching out her arm as an open invitation to leave. "Please feel free to go though, take your chances out there or take your chances with me." "Alright then, let's go about this reasonably." Shayna went back to the cot and sat down as Isis eyed her for a moment then nodded her consent. "First off I'd be more comfortable if you'd put some clothes on." "Fair enough." She slipped her common clothes on over her nude body as carefully as she could so she would not aggravate her wounds. After doing that she sat down on the floor again and faced Shayna. "Now listen, I took you out of there because I felt pity for your situation. Trust me when I say that you don't want to go back there." "Why should I trust you at all? Everything you're saying could be a lie, as far as I know you could be extorting my father for money to get me back. However since you seem to be at least a little sincere I'll give you a chance to prove yourself to me." She was intrigued by this thief and her motives but she still didn't fully trust someone that stole for a living. "I don't even know your name." "Well then for starters my name is Isis." The girl had guts and that was a quality that Isis could respect for someone in her situation but on the other hand she still had an attitude that betrayed her 'noble' nature. "Drop the nobility act in the city; it makes you a prime target. Hence why you expect me to have ulterior motives, personally I don't need your father's money. I can make my own way." "Well then why were you stealing from him then?" She retorted, feeling rather superior at the moment. "Perks of the job my dear." Isis replied as casually as she could muster, she was trying not to let this girl dig too deep. It was bad enough the poor misguided child had some sick attachment to that rotund human but if she learned that Isis had been there to kill him the girl may never trust her again. Isis found herself wondering suddenly why she cared if this girl, whom she did not even know, trusted her or not. "Enough questions for now Shayna lets get some breakfast. Actually, let's get you some clothes that are less conspicuous." "But I like my new dress." She found herself pouting into the stern face of this woman who she knew was most likely a little more street-wise than she. "Alright, but can I keep the dress at least?" "Of course, it may come in handy some day." Isis liked this girl for some reason, she wondered though if she had made a mistake in liberating someone so green to the world and its ways. \*\* "My word, its not my color Isis can we..." She trailed off as she looked up into the face of a not-so-patient Isis. Inwardly she cried in outrage over the frumpy brown tunic and breeches that did not even come close to being any of her colors. She did have to admit that it was supremely comfortable though. "Yes, so what about that breakfast?" "That's better." She began leading the girl back to Merk's tavern, the wench for some breakfast and a starter lesson on how to survive the streets. "Shayna I know we got off to a rocky start but I want you to know that I pulled you out of that situation because I felt sorry for you. I'd be willing to bring you in as a partner if you'd be willing to train with me." "Steal for a living? That's dishonest." Shayna had a look of surprise on her face as she gave Isis a questioning look. "Aye, and what do you think you could do for food and lodging otherwise?" She waited for the reply she knew was to come, something about her noble heritage and some sort of flippant talent she had. "Well I guess you're right. But that doesn't mean I have to like it." She entered the tavern before Isis and they both headed up the stairs. She watched as Isis walked past her and did something to one of the bedroom doors before opening it and letting her walk in. "Don't mess with the window and watch it before enter this room alright?" "Paranoid?" Shayna said with a growing grin. "Yes. It pays to be paranoid in my, our, business." Isis motioned her over and pointed at the doorknob. "It's relatively simple; in order to enter this room without being poisoned just lift this thin strand of wire up before turning the doorknob. When you're leaving wrap the wire back around the door knob and make sure that this little tube is loaded with one of these needles." Isis directed her to a small wooden cylinder that was lying beside the door. "Don't get scratched or poked by one though or you'll be out for hours. Maybe even days with how skinny you are." She took Shayna to the window and demonstrated the same with the window latch. "I usually get more elaborate with traps but I feel more comfortable in this inn. Thieves usually frown upon that by the way, getting comfortable is getting clumsy but on that same note you can't live your life in fear all the time." "Interesting way to look at it but I suppose you make a lot of enemies in this sort of work. So tell me, what is my job?" Shayna sat down on the bed before addressing Isis again. "Well first things first, let me go down and get some food and something to drink." Isis turned and left the room while arming the trap all in a swift motion. Shayna shook her head in wonder, Isis was truly the most dexterous woman she had ever met and she was taking a shine to the idea that she could live her own life however she wanted to out on the streets with this thief. "I guess I'd better find a way to be useful quickly." Her thoughts went back to what little magic she could cast, in her mind a few of the spells she was familiar with could be useful to Isis but her spellbook was still in her room at the mansion. The more she thought about that place and her 'father' the more she realized that the thief had done her a favor by liberating her. When Isis returned they both ate in silence for a time. "I think I know how I can be useful but there is a problem. My spellbook is in my room at the house." Shayna looked up at Isis questioningly. "Do you think you could get it out of there?" "Not for a while, one rule of this profession is that you never try to rob the same place twice in a row. They'll be on high alert." She reached under the bed and pulled a small sack from the springs of the mattress they were sitting on. From within the sack she pulled two tomes and handed them to Shayna. "I got these off of one of my targets, he was quite skilled at casting spells but no manner of spell can keep you from a blade for long. Keep that in mind my dear." Shayna opened the first book and marveled at the pages within. There was one spell that her mentor, a sour man by the name of Winthrope, had forced her to memorize for just such an occasion. She cast the spell that would allow her to read the pages of the tomes and began studying them at length. "Thank you Isis, with the spells in here I can make your 'career' a lot easier!" She reached over and gave Isis a hug around the waist and retreated to the small desk in the corner to pour over the books. Isis watched in wonder, she could not have hoped that the girl would take so quickly to her new life. Freedom was apparently a powerful thing to someone who had never had it before. With a smile on her lips Isis finished her mug of mead and stretched out on the bed to take a short cat nap and heal her wounds. "Hey Isis?" She heard the girl call from across the room. "Yeah?" Was the simple reply she gave the girl. "Did you kill him?" Isis froze for a brief moment before sitting up and facing Shayna who had already turned around in her chair. For a moment she pondered lying to the girl but if they were to be partners as they had become fast friends she would have place a little more trust in her. "Yes I did, he was my target." "Good, I don't want him to hurt anyone else anymore." Shayna turned around just missing the surprised look on Isis's face. She began studying again and vowed to herself that she would become a powerful wizard so she could put a stop to slavery. Silently Isis dropped back down to the bed and smiled at the resolve she heard in the girl's voice. This would be quite a partnership if they could make it work out right. Isis had never before trusted anyone enough to make them a partner but she could not help feeling a connection to this girl somehow. She guessed it was some sort of maternal instinct she had repressed. Her thoughts led off into dreams of grand schemes and riches abound as sleep took her.

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Title: Best Friends Forever Tags: football, volleyball, drunk, prom, surfing, beach, sports, best friend, lovers Tony Harris sat of the beach with his buddy, Jim Gallagher. They'd just finished surfing a few sets and were watching the other surfers. The sun was about an hour from setting, and the light gleamed from the ocean's surface like a million flickering fires. "Take a look at that babe," Jim said, pointing to one of the surfers. She had a rocking body and wasn't wearing the familiar wetsuit, but a bright yellow bikini instead. The sunlight gleamed on her long limbs, and she had the look of a long time surfer, fit and slender, with lean muscle. Tony nodded. The girl finished her ride and walked to the beach through the small breakers, her yellow short board under her arm. Jim blew out a breath when she stopped a few yards away and planted her board. She picked up a towel from the sand and toweled her hair vigorously, her firm breasts jiggling pleasantly. "Bra," Jim said quietly, "take a look at those tits! I could die happy with my face buried in those. And that body, those legs! Man, I gotta meet that girl." She finished toweling and shook out her long, dirty blonde hair, the wet, ropy strands falling to her shoulder blades. She looked at the boys then and smiled coquettishly, her light blue eyes sparkling. "Fucking goddess," Jim whispered. She threw her towel over her shoulder and hefted her board under her arm, beginning the trek up to the parking lot. She was looking at the well muscled bodies of the boys and smiling, having always enjoyed the look of a fit, muscular body in board shorts. "Hey Tony," she said as she passed, her voice soft and kittenish. Jim turned to watch her go, amazed that his friend knew the hot girl. Her hips swayed seductively as she negotiated the sand, her firm, round ass barely covered by her low-rise bikini bottom. "Fuck, Tony! You know that girl?" Tony was still looking out across the surf at the other surfers. He smiled, not looking at Jim or the retreating beauty. "Yeah," he said, "That was Erin." \*\*\*\*\* Tony had been thirteen when he'd met Erin Bradshaw, on the first day of seventh grade. He'd just moved to the small beach community from Austin, and the few kids he'd met had quickly nicknamed him Tex, because of his accent. He had been small for his age, and not very intimidating. He hadn't grown into his face, and it looked like his nose and jaw were too big. His eyes were dark, almost black, like the short curls on his head. He'd gone into his Science/Biology classroom and taken a seat near the back of the first row of large, black topped tables. Seated directly across from him was a girl with honey tanned skin and straight blonde hair with streaks of darker brown. She had boobs! She was talking to the girl who sat next to her, a short, kind of dumpy girl with glasses who's only purpose on Earth seemed to Tony to be to make the other girl look even more angelic. "Hi, I'm Tony," he said to the blue eyed beauty when she turned to face him. She wore a yellow shirt with lace around the sleeves and collar. She giggled and her nose wrinkled when she said, "You sound like a cowboy." Tony felt his ears get hot, and the girl said, "I'm Erin, and this is my friend Valerie." Valerie looked at Tony disinterestedly, supremely unimpressed. "I'm pleased to meet you," Tony said as a broad smile lit up his face, and Erin giggled again. "I like you," she said, and then turned back to resume her conversation with Valerie. \*\*\*\*\* Erin had barricaded the door to the instrument room. It smelled of rosin and leather, from all of the instrument cases, and she leaned hard on the door with both palms flat against the pressed wood. She'd gotten used to the boys snapping her bra straps, even copping a feel once in a while, but Jonny and Earl were bad news. They liked to grab her an pin her between their tall bodies, grabbing her and sometimes hurting her. They'd chased her into the Band/Orchestra room and had trapped her there. She could hear them pacing outside the door, and jumped whenever one of them punched it. "What'cha doin'?" she heard a familiar drawl outside, in the main classroom. She'd made friends with Tony, the new boy she sometimes called Cowboy a year and a half before. He was really cute, and he'd grown almost a foot in the last six months and was starting to get kind of cute. She knew he liked to look at her because she caught him looking often, but Tony wasn't creepy about it like some boys were. They'd look away or pretend they weren't looking. Tony would just smile and wave to her, his friend. She thought about his smile and felt the fluttery butterflies in her tummy, and smiled herself. "We've got a girl in there and we're gonna have some fun," Jonny's voice said. "Leave her alone," Tony said, his voice cracking and rising. "You can have some too," Earl's deep voice said, "when we're finished." Tears filled Erin's eyes. She turned and leaned her back against the door. She heard the sound of a scuffle and someone shouted, then there was a crash and someone screamed. Oh no! Erin clawed at the lock on the door. They were hurting Tony! She pulled the door open and rushed into the classroom, stopping short and looking around. The black metal music stands had been knocked over and the far door stood open. Sitting on the piano seat was Tony, and he was smiling at her softly. His mouth was bleeding, but he didn't seem to notice. She ran to him and touched the split on his lower lip, her butterflies swirling and raging within her. Her arms closed around him and she hugged him hard. Jonny had gotten a black eye and Earl had lost a tooth in the brawl, and while neither was particularly friendly to either Tony or Erin, neither of them ever snapped her bra or even touched her again. \*\*\*\*\* They were alone together in the back of Tony's crappy old van. He was laying on his stomach on the thick comforters thrown there for cushioning, and Erin stroked her fingers across the hard muscles of his back, soothing him. Her long legs were crossed, perhaps not the most modest of positions considering the tightness of her cotton short shorts, but she was alone with Tony, so it wasn't like anybody'd be trying to catch a glimpse of anything. "I can't believe she broke up with me," Tony whined for the gazillionth time. Erin sighed and continued to rub her friend's back. She knew Valerie, had known her since the third grade, and she had always liked her. When Valerie had blossomed in their junior year, she had finally gotten the courage to go out with Tony, and they had dated for nearly six months. Erin had no idea why Valerie would have broken up with Tony. He was smart and funny and handsome as all get out, with hard muscles and a gentle nature. Hell, Erin often thought, I'd grab him up for myself if he wasn't, well, Tony. Tony and Erin had broken all of the conventions of their society, being two of the popular, beautiful people, they loved each other deeply and were best friends but had never even kissed. They were buds. They played touch football and beach volleyball. They even surfed together! The fact that they hadn't slept together simply astounded those who knew them, and was frequently disbelieved by those who didn't. Erin ran her fingers through Tony's thick black curls and marveled that any girl would want to break up with such a great guy. \*\*\*\*\* Tony stood near the punch bowl, watching his date Melanie talking to a group of her friends. Her red gown hugged her thin, large breasted form, and he felt a thrill, knowing that he'd be with her later that night. They'd been dating for almost four months, and this was Senior Prom, after all. "Looking good in that tux!" he heard the kittenish voice of his best friend at his elbow and turned to see Erin, resplendent in a gorgeous peach colored gown. Her eyes sparkled and her smile gleamed as their eyes met. "You look beautiful," Tony said, offering her a cup. "Is Jason treating you right?" She nodded as she sipped. "He thinks he's getting some tonight, but I'm not sure." Tony looked thoughtful, considering what his thoughts had been just before she'd arrived. "Don't rush, Erin. The guy you pick to be your first is going to be the luckiest guy in the world. Don't forget that you're worth the wait, and you want it to be special." Her eyes gleamed warmly and she said, "You're my best friend, Tony. Thanks." Jason came along then and punched Tony's arm lightly. He was a good guy, but Tony couldn't see him with Erin long term. He hoped she'd be careful. They'd talked many times about her first time, and she had a very romantic notion about it. He wanted her to have her dreams come true. When they left, Tony went over and escorted Melanie out onto the floor. As they slow danced, she leaned up and whispered into his ear. "Tonight's your lucky night, Lover." Tony smiled, the bulge in his pants throbbing. \*\*\*\*\* Tony rubbed Erin's back softly, reaching forward to brush the hair back from her face. They were huddled together on the vinyl tiled floor of the bathroom, Erin propped up on the toilet, a thin line of drool hanging from her lip. Her puke spattered dress was in the sink, her high heels on the counter, as the gorgeous young woman hugged the cool porcelain and fought the urge to throw up again. As his hand caught on her bra again, Tony wished he could take it off just so he could rub her back properly. She seized and then vomited violently into the toilet again, and Tony jumped and grabbed her hair, pulling it back and away from her face. He held her hair gently as she retched. Erin collapsed to the floor on her bottom, dragging the back of her hand across her mouth. Her pale blue eyes were dull and bloodshot, and she looked horrible. "I'm sorry Tony," she began to cry, and Tony pulled her to him, holding her tightly. "It's okay. Frat parties are designed to get girls drunk. I'm just glad I was there," he said, feeling her shudder in his arms. He was surprised she'd been in college this long without having succumbed to the requisite partying. "I am too," she whined, and he felt Erin press her lips to his and she began to kiss him deeply and passionately. Tony's cock leaped to attention almost painfully, and he returned her kiss. She tasted like puke and five different boozes, but the electricity that passed through him erased any distaste. They clawed at one another, unable to be close enough, their tongues lashing each other in a crude dance that seemed something of a battle. He pulled away, cradling her face in his hands, and he kissed her lips, her cheeks, and even her nose. Erin looked up at him then, her eyes sleepy, her happy smile a little drunken. "I always wanted to do tha-ulp!" and she retched again, before spewing hot, liquid vomit down his chest. \--- Erin woke, almost screaming because of the pain in her head. Her whole body ached. The shades were drawn, but the light that crept in around them stabbed her eyes like hot pokers. She pulled the blankets up over her head, smelling the rank body odor that permeated them. It was a manly, almost musky smell, and Erin found it strangely comforting. She moaned softly as she realized she was in a man's bed, and a quick pat down revealed her to be naked. She touched herself softly, probing, and then laughed painfully at herself. How would she tell by touch if she'd lost her virginity? What should feel different? If she was supposed to be in pain, then her whole body had lost it's virginity. Oh God, she thought, starting to cry. She'd saved herself for nineteen years, only to lose it in a night of drunken partying that she couldn't even remember. As she lay crying under the heavy blankets, she remembered as much as she could about the party. That guy had kept bringing her drinks. He'd been cute, but nothing special, and he'd been an okay dancer. She remembered Tony being there, looking incredible in his tight black t-shirt and jeans, his curly black hair longish in the back. She remembered kissing someone, a toe-curling wonderful kiss, followed by gentle kisses on her face. She couldn't remember who she had been kissing, but assumed it must have been the guy with the drinks. He kissed much better than she'd thought he might. God, he kissed well enough to be freakin' Prince Charming! She heard the door creak open and her stomach settled slightly as the aroma of coffee wafted through the man-scent of the blankets. "It's supposed to be black, but I knew you wouldn't touch it without sugar. No cream though," the deep, masculine voice of the man with the coffee said, and the bottom dropped out of Erin's stomach. She yanked the covers from her head and sat up, shocked. "Tony?" she asked, incredulous. Oh God, she thought, why can't I remember? Was it Tony? Did he...? The question stuck in her head, her body filling with warmth. He handed her the coffee and sat on the edge of the bed. He was wearing a blue shirt with different jeans. She tried to commit the moment to memory. If she couldn't remember the act, at least she'd remember the morning after. "Your clothes are almost done," he said, sipping his smoothie. "I think the puke will wash out of everything okay." "Did we?" Erin asked, glancing down under the blanket to remind him of her nakedness. Tony laughed. "Are you crazy?" he snorted, and Erin was at once filled with regret, relief, and anger. "Erin, I had to get your pukey clothes off to wash them, but I wasn't going to-I mean, you're my bud, right?" "Yeah," Erin said, touching the blanket to her face and inhaling deeply. \*\*\*\*\* Tony leaned back in his chair. The restaurant was crowded with college students, staffed by college students, the flare covering the walls and ceiling of the garish and gaudy little chain store. The world whirled around him as he gazed blankly across the table. Erin was wearing a tight white tank top, a metal ring circling her left nostril. Her hair was chopped short, and sitting across her lap, arms around her, was Irena. Irena the Romanian student with short black hair and a build almost too muscular to be a girl. Irena who just kissed Erin. He watched them kiss passionately, his stomach tightening, and thought, Aren't lesbians supposed to be hot? Erin smiled at him, looking almost shy, and she said, "So, are you okay with this? I figured out that the reason I never lost my virginity was that I'm not really into guys. Irena says that I was just waiting for the right girl to come along, and she did." Tony put on his best smile and leaned forward, elbows on the table. "Erin, if it makes you happy, then I'm totally cool with it." He didn't mention that his heart twisted in his chest. \*\*\*\*\* "Okay, I was wrong. Sue me." Erin said. They sat in Tony's new apartment, only a block from the beach. Erin's hair had grown out past her shoulders again, and she wore her yellow bikini with a wrap around her waist. "I get it, it's okay," Tony said, taking a sip of his soda and leaning back on the couch. He was wearing his board shorts, having returned from the beach only an hour before. "You were together for like two years. There must have been something." "Oh, I'm perfectly willing to accept that I'm bi," Erin said, "but I'm not in love with Irena." "So she threw you out?" Tony asked, and Erin nodded. "No problem. Do you want the couch or the bed?" "The couch, unless you want to share the bed." "Funny," Tony said without smiling. "Unless I'm mistaken, you're still a virgin." "Well," Erin said, glancing around the room, "I haven't been with a guy. I've played with dildoes and strap-ons..." "TMI!" Tony shouted, holding his hands palms out. "I get it. You're a worldly sexual creature and all that." "Thank you," Erin said softly, and she leaned over and kissed Tony's cheek, lingering. He slowly pulled a throw pillow across his lap to hide his raging hard on. \*\*\*\*\* "Damn it! Stop arguing and let me move out!" Erin shouted. "No!" Tony shouted back. "You're my best friend and you need a place to live. If Susan has a problem with you living here, then she's not the right girl anyway. I'd rather have you here than keep dating her." "Really?" Erin whispered, the strange Tony-butterflies flitting about in her tummy again. Every once in a while, ever since junior high, he'd made those damn butterflies dance around inside her. \*\*\*\*\* "I don't want to hear it!" Tony shouted at Erin through his bedroom door. Erin threw a pillow at the door and shouted back, laughing. "Look, I'm dating guys again and I want to tell you what's going on in my life." The door opened and Tony leaned out. "I don't want to hear about you sucking some guy's dick!" Still laughing, Erin said, "But I'm getting really good at it. And it's kind of fun!" The door slammed again and she heard Tony slamming things and muttering agrilly. What she couldn't figure out was why the fact that it was upsetting to him made her so damned happy. \*\*\*\*\* Tony set his surfboard against the wall and went into the apartment. He called out, but didn't hear any answer, so he went into the bedroom and dropped his wet shorts. He threw a towel over his neck and walked into the living room, pausing to look at the clock, which had stopped again. Hearing a soft exhale, Tony turned around and saw Erin, standing in the bathroom doorway. She was wearing tiny panties and a midriff bearing camisole top, her nipples poking out at the fabric. Her expression was surprised, her mouth open, her eyes wide, and looking at his- Tony snapped the towel from his shoulders and wrapped it quickly around his waist. Erin's eyes slowly rose, taking in his body, until their eyes met. At least she had the decency to blush, he thought, and a smile slowly formed on her lips. "Wow!" she whispered, then cleared her throat. "You're really packing, aren't you?" "Hey, the water's cold!" he said, embarrassed. "Bragger," Erin said, her eyes returning to the spot on his towel that covered his - oh shit! - growing erection. He hurried past her into the bathroom and slammed the door, and Erin leaned back against it, feeling so strangely, so odd. She ran her fingertips down her belly and slipped them beneath her waistband. She was wet! No, she was soaked. Connections formed, thoughts and feelings clarified. She'd become so used to the feelings Tony made her feel that she'd stopped noticing them. No wonder she couldn't get interested in any guys. Pressing her hands to her face, Erin shook. She realized she'd loved Tony for ten years. Ten years of being close to him, having him protect her, take care of her. How could I have been so blind? \*\*\*\*\* Tony woke slowly, his dream influencing his reality. He'd had the same dream for the last six months, Erin sucking his cock until he was about to come, and then he'd roll on top of her and fuck her savagely until he woke up, sweating and sometimes with dried cum coating his lower body. He felt her warm mouth on his cock, her tongue running around his shaft and flicking hard against the head while her fingers caressed his shaft, stroking him slowly but firmly. He moaned softly and woke completely. Thank God he hadn't moaned Erin's name! Susan must have sneaked in to "apologize" in a very welcome and creative way. His hands moved under the covers and he found her hair and ran his fingers through it. "That's right Baby," he moaned, "suck my dick." He groaned loudly as the sensations overwhelmed him. "Oh yeah, that's good! Better than ever!" She sucked off of him with a loud slurp and crawled up his body, kissing him, touching him, and driving him crazy. He felt the heat of her cunt near his cock and it felt like he was straining to reach her. And then her lips met his in the darkness, and his cock pressed into her hot, wet pussy, rubbing between her labia and against her clit. Her nipples stabbed him as her tits crushed to him, and Tony wrapped his arms around her tightly, secretly imagining she was Erin. He'd kissed her for almost five seconds when he had a sensation like ice water running down his spine. He broke their kiss, and then again because she'd kissed him once more. "Erin?" he gasped softly, tensing. "Oh Tony!" Erin breathed, grinding her hips to his, her pussy rubbing along his shaft, seeking to envelop him. She'd never wanted anything more, and felt such an animal desire that thinking was difficult. Her world consisted of their bodies, and her one desire was to be filled by him. "Erin, wait," Tony moaned, his resolve stripping away from him like loose sand in a windstorm. "You want to save yourself for the right guy." "I did, Tony," she gasped, and then she cried out passionately as she bore down and took him inside her. Tony rolled over on top of Erin and he slowly ran his cock inside her, feeling the reality that he'd dreamed of for over ten years, anticipated and wished for, had idealized in his mind as perfection that no other woman he'd been with could match. He hadn't dreamed big enough. The feelings he experienced, the sensations, the emotions, were so much stronger, so much better than he'd ever imagined. Gasping as he slowly moved in her, sweat beading on his skin, Tony whispered softly, "Tell me if I'm hurting you." "You are," Erin moaned, and then she cried out and moaned more loudly, "but don't stop! Please, don't ever stop!" She could feel him inside her, alive, throbbing with his pounding heart. He felt so perfect, so right inside her that she couldn't help it, and didn't try to hold back as she came, the intensity of her orgasm driving all thoughts but pure bliss from her mind. Tony cried out, almost losing control when he felt her pussy crush him, her contractions hard and fast, and he held her as she bucked against him and cried out his name over and over. And then she relaxed in his arms and he moved again, now even deeper into Erin. His head was spinning, the feel of her body in his arms, so hot and moist, her every tremble an invitation to continue. She moaned into his ear to make love to her, and he moved faster then, his thrusts more powerful, and her cries in response were louder, more passionate. All thoughts of technique, of style and panache left him, and all he could think of was being deeper inside her, closer to her, joining totally with her. Her senses were only just returning when Erin felt the waves of ecstasy crashing down on her again. She shouted gleefully, feeling Tony's fat cock slam into her repeatedly, feeling so perfect, and she dove into the waves, rising to the crest and attempting to ride them, but the thundering currents were too strong. With a cry of blissful surrender, Erin was dragged under and battered by the most powerful orgasm she'd ever imagined, helpless. This time it was too much for Tony, and as she contracted tightly to his cock he barely had time to drive himself as deeply as he could inside her before his brain exploded and the resulting wave of energy stole his senses, whited out his vision, and he shouted his release. Powerful waves rushed through him, coursing through his veins to his hips, where they condensed and grew more powerful before jetting out through his cock to splash into Erin's tight, spasming womb. Spent, Tony crashed onto Erin's panting, shaking body. They held each other, trembling hard, breathing deeply and quickly, their bodies, the bed, everything damp or wet except for their parched lips and tongues. When their mouths found each other that dryness disappeared quickly, swept away by long, slow, passionate kisses. And then, her body still pressed beneath Tony's, Erin relaxed and slept. Afraid to move lest he wake to find this only the best dream he'd ever had, Tony held Erin tightly until he drifted to sleep himself. \*\*\*\*\* "Damn it!" Erin shouted at Tony, and she threw the football at his head. She'd been running for a touchdown after making a glorious catch, and he'd held back. She knew he could have yanked off her flag when she passed him, but he'd missed. Somehow, he'd missed. "If you're not going to play, get off the fucking field!" Erin shouted, and she went to the sideline and sucked on a bottle of water. She saw Gerry and Ben standing close to Tony, arguing with him. Good, she thought. He deserved it. What good was playing the game if you're going to throw it? Just because they were sleeping together didn't mean he should let her win! She got up and went into the bathrooms to relieve herself, and after she returned she was running to intercept a thrown pass when she noticed something was wrong and stumbled to a stop. She looked around as people shouted at her, and she turned and saw Pat, the guy she'd been covering, run the ball in for a touchdown. Ignoring the shouts, Erin called to Gerry, asking where Tony was. "He went home! The guy's useless if he won't give it everything, and so are you! See you next week, maybe." Humiliated, Erin stalked from the field to walk home. Ahead of her, maybe a few hundred yards away, she could see Tony, his head down and shoulders slumped. Serves him right! she thought morosely. Just because she let him stick his long, fat, beautiful dick inside her didn't mean he should treat her any differently, should it? She didn't treat him any differently. Oh sure, she wore prettier clothes sometimes, and they would go out dancing more, instead of hanging out and watching football, and they cuddled together when they sat, more often than not, but nothing fundamental had changed. Okay, she thought, sometimes she liked to sit on the couch when she was alone, wearing his sweatshirt, or even just using it as a pillow, balled up under her head. There had always been a thrill when they'd touched, but now it was positively electric. She loved to sit and talk with him, she always had, but had she always gazed into his eyes or watched his lips moving, her mouth wet and wanting to kiss him? Well, kind of. Now she felt whole when she held his hand. She felt complete when he was inside her. Erin could laugh and be silly about it, she could deny it to everyone in the world except herself, but she knew she loved Tony, and had for all of her life. She'd even caught herself daydreaming about looking over at the playground to see their children when they'd been there to play football. \*\*\*\*\* Tony sat at the little counter top attached to the wall under the front window and took a deep drink of his beer. He saw Erin walk past slowly, distracted, and she wiped a tear from her eye. His heart skipped a beat, something it had always done when he saw her. He was fucking up her life. The two months they'd been together as a couple were honestly the best two months of his life. But now he could see he was hurting her. He knew he should have resisted her, let her keep her virginity for her one true love, but he hadn't been able to. He'd loved her from afar for so long. And now she was convinced that she loved him, even though he knew it couldn't be real. She'd built up so much romantic expectation toward her "first" that when added to their long standing and mutual affection, she'd mistaken it for love. That was the only explanation he could come up with. Still, he couldn't bring himself to break up with her. He just loved her too damn much to let her go. "Hey Sweet Thing!" Debbie said, wrapping her arms around his middle. "It's been ages!" She was a little thing, perky and fun and pretty good in bed too. "Hi Debbie," he said, feigning interest. "It has been a while. What have you been doing?" Tony didn't hear a word she said, nodding politely as she spoke. After a half hour or so, Debbie said, "I've missed you. Especially that great big part of you that liked me so much." Tony grinned, remembering that before Erin, and maybe that girl a few years back in college, Debbie was the best fuck he'd had. "I'm seeing somebody," Tony said softly. "So?" Debbie said, her smile turning wicked. "If I remember right, you've got enough for both of us." "Give me your number," Tony said. \*\*\*\*\* "What's wrong, Dear?" the old woman in a loose pink day-glo t-shirt asked. Erin wiped away the tears that had plagued her for two States and tried to smile at her seat mate. "A guy," she said, the tears coming again. "Oh yes," the woman said, shaking her head. "A cheater?" Erin shook her head. "No, never. He's just better off without me." The old woman looked at Erin and asked, "Do you love him?" Sniffling, she answered, "Yes, since I was fourteen years old." The woman shook her head again, smiling. "Does he love you?" "I think so," Erin answered, rubbing her eyes. "I didn't even know that I loved him until a few months ago, but I always did. Then as soon as we got together everything changed." Hunkering into her seat, the old woman asked, "Isn't it supposed to? Being friends isn't the same as being in love, is it?" Erin considered for a moment before answering. "He's my dream guy. We love the same things, and we can talk for hours and hours, days, and it's never boring. He protects me and takes care of me. He always has." "So what is so different now?" "He let me get away instead of tackling me! We used to play hard, compete, always giving our best. We used to talk, but now we kiss. We used to sit close and watch movies or TV shows, and now we.." "Have lots of sex?" Erin blushed. "Yeah. Things aren't the same, and I miss the old stuff we did." "Is he really better off without you? Was he unhappy?" "No, I don't think he was unhappy." "So you're really saying that you're better off without him." "Yeah," Erin said, wiping away her tears. "But he was my first and only. He took care of me. He protected me. Tony made everything better." "So you're running away to see if you can live without him?" "I guess I am," Erin said, and she had stopped crying. \*\*\*\*\* Jim ran up to the little yellow VW and called out, "Hey, Erin!" She turned from securing her short board to the roof and saw the tall, muscular man running toward her from the beach. He caught up as she was rubbing the remaining moisture from her hair with her towel. Jim was out of breath when he stopped, and he waited a second before speaking. "I saw you on the beach back there, and I've got to tell you, you're freakin' hot. Can I take you out some time?" "Are you Tony's friend?" she asked warily, and when he said he was, she asked, "Tony was okay with you asking me out?" "Well, I guess so. He told me your name, and I took off. I didn't really ask his permission. Should I have?" Jim turned and waved to Tony, who was walking toward them slowly, burdened by both men's surfboards. They watched as he approached without speaking. He looked good, Erin thought. It had been a little more than two years since she'd packed up her things and taken the bus to Chicago to start over, and his body was still just as firm, maybe a little more muscular. His damp curls were short again, and his face held a little more character. No ring, she noticed happily. Damn she hadn't changed at all, Tony thought. Everything is still bright and yellow, her body tight and firm and so hot. As he got closer he saw her eyes, the pale blue gems of her face. Her hair was long again, and he was glad. He handed the boards off to Jim and walked around the little care, to face Erin. "You moved," she said in a conversational tone. "You knew where to find me," he answered simply, not smiling. "I did," she agreed. "Are you seeing anyone?" "I tried, at first. Nobody for a couple of years, I guess." He shuffled his bare feet on the sandy asphalt. "You?" "Nope," she said, her eyes sad. "I never found anyone who made me feel...anyone like the one who got away, you know?" "Where are you staying?" Tony asked, swallowing hard and blinking away glare from a passing car. "Holiday Inn," Erin answered. "I've only been back for two days." "I take it you two know each other then," Jim said uncomfortably. Glancing over his shoulder at Jim, Tony turned his attention back to Erin. "You want to do something this weekend?" he asked, choking slightly. "What do you have in mind?" Erin asked, smiling for the first time since they'd began talking. "I don't know. We could go surfing, maybe take a drive. Stop at that little restaurant in Victorville maybe. Then hit Vegas, see a show, get married...?" Tony watched her expression, saw her smile disappear. Erin started to speak but her voice cracked and she swallowed a few times before answering. "That sounds good. I was just hoping for somebody to help me move, but I like your plan better." "Holy shit!" Jim shouted at them, smiling broadly. "You two are really going to get married this weekend? Jeez, who is this girl, Tone?" "The love of my life," Tony said, as he pulled Erin into his embrace, and she held on to him tightly. \*\*\*\*\* The volleyball flew toward the net, tipped by Ray. Tony crashed to the sand by the net, sliding under the ball and tapped it up, and seemingly taking flight, Erin rose up and hammered the ball, sending it into the sand between two players on the opposing team. "Game point!" the Ref shouted and Erin helped Tony to his feet, and they kissed passionately. "Who in the hell are they?" the new guy asked Jim as he came off the roped outline of the court, "Brad and Angelina?" Jim smiled. "That's Tony and Erin Harris. I was the best man at their wedding," he said proudly. "They look like they're unbeatable," the guy said, then blew out a long breath. "She's fucking hot, too." "Yeah, well," Jim said softly, "don't let Tony hear you say that. They are pretty hard to beat. Nobody fights harder to win, and once they learned to be a team instead of playing against each other, well, look out." Jim watched his friends gather their things and start the walk to their beach front home. He figured to head over for a beer in an hour or two. He saw Tony playfully slap Erin's ass as they walked. Two hours, Jim thought, hell, maybe three. \--- They walked into the house and Erin hurried to the bathroom, turning on the shower and getting in before the water warmed. The sand cascaded from her body, and after a moment she peeled off her shorts, tank top, sports bra, and finally her sand-logged panties. The sand formed swirling patterns as it was moved around the drain. Leaning out of the shower, she tossed her soaked clothes into the sink and called to Tony to let him know the water had warmed. Hanging up the phone, Tony went into the bathroom and joined his wife in the shower. Erin giggled girlishly as she pulled his board shorts down, releasing a mountain of sand onto the floor of the tub. They turned for each other, letting their bodies be washed thoroughly free of the gritty sand. Satisfied they were sufficiently sand-free, Tony kissed his wife's lips, moaning deep in his throat as the familiar but still powerful electricity of their contact coursed through him. Erin put her hands on her husband's waist, since he had no hips to speak of, and she held him close, feeling his erection bounce against her thigh, then resisting gravity to rest against her pussy. Just the thought of his desire for her, the feel of his hardness near her, excited Erin and she became wet from wanting him. Putting his hands on her slender waist, Tony lifted Erin and pinned her to the wall of the shower, and she opened her legs for him, closing them tightly behind his back as he entered her. They didn't stop kissing one another, moaning and crying out, gasping and biting, as they kissed. Tony had entered Erin completely, and he released her, letting gravity press her down onto him, impaling her on his hardness. Using her powerful thighs, Erin lifted and released herself to fall onto him again, plunging his cock deep inside her. His hands were on her breasts, and then under her, squeezing her ass tightly, and his desire grew. Tony pressed her to the wall of the shower and began to thrust hard into her, hearing her cries as he crushed the breath from her, and then the high pitched keen as Erin's orgasm caused her pussy to convulse and contract on him. Promising himself silently that he'd make it up to her later, Tony shouted and released his seed into Erin, shaking as great pulsating contractions moved through his cock, in almost perfect time with the crushing tightness of her pussy. Still kissing, her legs still holding her up, Erin wrapped her arms around Tony's neck and held him. Tony leaned into Erin, and he held her until the water on his back began to run cold. They entered the living room wrapped in towels, just in time for the knock on the door. Tony opened the door and greeted his mother, who bustled in, her arms filled. Tony relieved her of two large but not too heavy bags, and his mother handed the baby to Erin. "Thanks Mom," Tony said, smiling broadly at her. Erin held her baby up and blew raspberries on his belly, making him laugh and almost losing her towel. Tony's mom asked about their game, then if they had any plans for the evening. "I'm always available to watch little Aaron," she said hopefully. They agreed that they might like to go to dinner or perhaps a movie soon, and they'd call her first. Tony escorted his mother out, thanking her again for watching Aaron, and then joined his wife and thirteen month old on their bed. Watching Erin play with her son, his son, their child, filled Tony with a joy he couldn't explain, could hardly comprehend. Erin looked over at his towel covered body and the movement she noticed, and said, "Whoa, Cowboy. Baby on board." Tony laid back on the bed and watched her put their baby into his crib, and then turn to face him, her towel dropping to the floor. \--- Jim stood at the door, fist raised, poised to knock on the little glass windows of the door, when he heard the sound of several soft, passionate cries from inside. Shaking his head, he turned and climbed down from the porch. Maybe he'd try again in a couple of hours. Or maybe he'd just come back tomorrow, he thought.

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Title: 9 Steps to Sexier Stories Tags: writing, prose, tips *As a reader, I want better porn. As a writer, I've taken note of the most common weaknesses in stories here, and I offer the following as a reminder to all of us. Porn stories can be made sexier, stronger, and more effective by following the tips below:* **1. Skip Irrelevant Details** If your story is about Betty Boob seducing pool boy Dick Hung, do not start with 5 paragraphs detailing how Betty divorced her husband and then went back to school and finally landed a job at Doofus Industries and quickly worked her way up to Executive Vice-President of Boring Readers to Death. Get to the sex!! When readers want back-story and human drama, they read Joyce Carol Oates, not LickMyRim69. Many authors here pride themselves on not writing "stroke stories," filling their work instead with what they feel is literary quality, lots of non-erotic plot and character-development, before throwing in a little sex. But if you're a writer with a burning desire to do that, write novels, not porn stories. A writer who fills the first Literotica page with non-erotic content is like a stripper who walks out on stage and spends a half-hour reading her own poetry before she takes anything off. Even if that stripper happens to be Emily Dickenson, her poetry won't get a good reception because that's not what the audience came for. And if she can't find a better venue to present her poetry, she probably is no Emily Dickenson. Every paragraph of a porn story should be rich with sexual tension. That does not mean you start with intercourse. Tease and build to the sex act. Start with Betty Boob checking out the pool boy. Then let every paragraph describe either wrestling with desire, planning the seduction, or doing something that moves the story closer to the sex. This is literary foreplay. Back-story can be fine, but only if you wed it to the sexual tension. For example: *"I'm sorry, Ms. Boob, but I can't sleep with a married woman. It's wrong." "Oh, you silly boy. I divorced that loser years ago. I'm single now, and I need a man like you to satisfy my needs." "That's great," he told her. And he meant it, judging from the bulge in his jeans. "But if I don't get the other pools cleaned today, I'll be fired. We can't do it now." "How would you like to make more money sitting in an air-conditioned office at Doofus Industries?" "Would they hire me?" "I'm their Executive Vice-President. But I only hire assistants who know how to lick pussy. Do you qualify?"* **2. Skip Irrelevant Sexual Details, Too** When I said, "get to the sex," I really meant "get to the plot of your sex story." Back-story used as a long introduction can be boring even when the details are sexual. In our hypothetical story about Betty and her pool boy, some authors will start by telling us that when Betty was married, she and her husband had lots of sex at first, but then it became sporadic; after her divorce, she had a boyfriend, and they did it in the missionary position on the first date and did only a few variations later; but lately she's been in a dry spell except for blah blah blah. A summary of the character's sexual history can be as boring as a summary of her career moves. Get to the plot! **3. Don't Generalize** Here's something distracting: *Like any 18-year-old, Peter had the typical long hair and wore only black.* Readers are annoyed when you stereotype or make sweeping statements about an entire group. They think about people they know who don't fit your generalization, and then they are annoyed by your falsehood. Such generalization, in fact, is presumptuous and condescending. Like most right-handed readers over 5'1", I don't need to be told which elements are "typical." Just tell me what is true of your characters, and I can decide for myself whether it's true of others. Stereotyping on the basis of age, race, gender, etc. is not only condescending but can be offensive, even to elderly Latinas. The above example reads much better when written as follows: *Peter, 18, had long hair and wore only black.* That tells us about the character without distracting us. **4. Stop Starting** Here's an annoyance plaguing many stories at Literotica: *He started unbuttoning her blouse and then started to smile as her naked tits began falling into his view, her nipples starting to harden. She started unzipping her jeans, beginning to feel eager to start showing him her pussy, which was starting to begin getting moist. No sooner had she finished beginning to unzip her jeans than she immediately began continuing.* Does anyone in a porn story ever COMPLETE anything?? Enough starting! Compare how much better the same paragraph reads if we simply remove the starts: *He unbuttoned her blouse and then smiled as her naked tits fell into his view, her nipples hardening. She unzipped her jeans, eager to show him her moist pussy.* See? **5. Remove Empty Phrases** The classic writer's rule is "omit unnecessary words." Two phrases often used without purpose at Literotica are "with that" and "for his/her part." As in: *"You're hot," he told her. With that, he unbuttoned her blouse and then smiled as her naked tits fell into his view. She, for her part, unzipped her jeans, eager to show him her moist pussy.* "With that" and "for her part" are attempts to smooth transitions that, in 99% of cases, are smoother without. And with that, I, for my part, shall pointlessly transition to the next tip. **6. You Must be at Least this Literate to Post Stories** Writers should check THEIR dictionaries for correct spelling, or else THEY'RE going to look bad when they put THEIR stories out THERE. And not just them. YOU'RE going to need YOUR spelling correct as well. IT'S important that a word have ITS spelling checked. **7. Advertise Effectively** Literotica lets you write the story summary, which tells readers whether this is a story they want to check out. Too many authors will write a summery like this: *Pat and Chris do more than hold hands!* This tells us almost nothing. It suggests only that two people (Two women? Two men? One of each?) do something sexual (In a porn story, I would hope so!). Tell readers what makes your story interesting. The relationship between the characters. The context of their actions. At least tell readers the genders of the major players. If your story is a voyeurism story, tell us the genders of the watcher and of the person being watched. A reader who's in the mood for a man peeking at a woman is probably not in the mood for a woman peeking at a man. Likewise, if your story is group sex, is it a man with multiple women, or a woman with multiple men? Here are examples of specific summaries that let a reader know if these are stories she wants to read: *A high school jock spies his favorite cheerleader changing. Julia says she's straight, but Barbara plans to test that. Can Betty seduce her pool boy?* It is often tempting for an author to want to surprise his readers and therefore avoid spoilers in the summary. But with thousands of stories to choose from, readers are likely to skip those stories with vague summaries and keep searching for something they know matches their taste. **8. Say "Said"** In writing dialogue tags, some writers fear the simplicity of "said," and they use in its place fancy words that prove distracting. Ex.: *"Can I fuck you?" he queried. "You may," she preached. He observed, "Your pussy is pretty." "Thank you," she bellowed. "I hope we don't get caught," he iterated. "We won't," she enthused. He verbalized, "Are you sure?" "I am," she whined. "How sure?" he harped. She declared, "Very." "How do you know?" he tittered. "Trust me," she howled.* Just shoot me, the reader proffers. Usually, you don't want to use the same word more than once or twice, but "said" is an exception. In a dialogue tag, readers skim over the word "said," reducing it to white noise. And that's a good thing, because it's not the important concept in the sentence. When you use other words, you distract the reader's attention from the important elements of who is speaking and what is being said. **9. Don't Start with a Curtain Call** Some writers start by giving each character a paragraph describing the character's face, body, and personality. This is boring. Why use paragraphs to describe characters we do not yet have reason to care about? Personality should be revealed through action. Bad: *Monica was shy.* Better: *Monica's face turned pink as Jim unbuttoned her jeans. "I can't believe we're doing this," she giggled.* Physical description can spice up a scene, but don't give it to us in one block. Ladle out the details as they become relevant. Bad: *Monica had shoulder-length brown hair and blue eyes. She had long, curvy legs.* Better: *Monica dipped her face down as she giggled, letting her brown hair veil her face for the moment. When her face resurfaced, Jim loved the spark in her blue eyes. He loved even more what he saw when he pulled off her jeans and drank in the sight of her long, curvy legs.* Better yet, perhaps, leave out physical details altogether. Let the reader imagine the characters as she pleases.

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For miles in all directions, the wasteland experienced what had to be the loudest noise ever since the bombs dropped who knows how many years before, when Clove’s body, empowered by the sudden influx of the mutagenic viral concoction, obliterated the vault he was in and the hundreds of tons of rock and sediment it was buried under. Despite clocking in at “just” under fifty or so feet in height, the amount of power that the Deathclaw’s body packed in those immense muscles was enough that the hill the vault was built inside was ripped from the ground and held high into the air, with Clove lifting it effortlessly before throwing it aside, a small-scale earthquake ensuing after the impact. As for Clove himself, his body had blossomed into a thing of glory; so enormous was he that he towered over everything around him, even the metallic ruins left over from the world before. Much like the initial transformation, he was effectively becoming a living pile of bulging muscle, his bulk haphazardly stacked on top of itself until he was having trouble seeing anything; despite the Deathclaw’s neck being a veritable tower of power, his chest and back had packed on so much mass that his head was almost swallowed up by it. All Clove could do was look upwards, seeing the vaguest hint of his own biceps threatening to overtake the rest of his body. He could feel himself bloating at that stage, every inch of his form flaring up in his mind’s eye; he could see himself, and ​feel​ himself, and with that came a sudden surge of clarity he wasn’t even aware had been there before. Much like he’d been able to figure out what the symbols on the screen meant, so too did he start to understand how his own biology worked, making it surprisingly easy for him to halt and resume his growth at will. He couldn’t ​shrink​, that much was impossible, but he ​could​ control the rate at which he was ascending… and not just the rate, as he soon discovered, but the ​form​ as well. He started by manipulating the bulk around his head, pushing it down, as it were, until it was less a bloated mess and more a set of well-defined pecs that bulged outwards by about fifty feet. His back soon followed, being shaped to take on a more toned appearance, while the excess mass was diverted to his shoulders, seriously widening his already gigantic body. The end result was that his face was slowly allowed to rise up again, being freed of the confines of his own musculature and allowing him to directly survey how his body was looking. “Not bad,” he said to himself, “but I could stand to make it better…” With that, he went to work chiseling himself into the perfect being, at least as far as he could imagine it; rather than the misshapen heap of fibrous tissue that the mutagen was turning him into, Clove focused his energy and directed his body to instead adopt a much more rugged, conventionally attractive shape. For Deathclaw males, this of course meant maintaining his new set of body-dominating pecs, sculpting a rock-hard six-pack, and then making sure his legs were as wide as his biceps were; not an easy feat, considering those things were already wider than the vault door itself was. Once that was finished, it was time to take all of that extra, unused mass and shove it somewhere it could be used properly; the ground rumbled and quaked once his balls ballooned outwards, enough to slam into the cracked soil and create two enormous craters. Above them, his cock was fed enough bulk to be perpetually stuck at half-mast, as wide as his torso and longer than he was tall. The pillar of vein-covered cockmeat was so alluring that Clove spent a good hour or two rubbing his entire body against it, almost losing control of himself as he did so; it took a lot of concentration, but he directed his body to keep its current proportions while he grew outwards, flattening what remained of the hill the vault was built under, and digging deep grooves into the soil wherever his claws and tail passed. The more he pleasured himself, the more the Deathclaw wanted to know what his own cum tasted like. He’d never been big enough to justify giving himself a blowjob, but now, with such fine control over his body, and a cock of ​that​ size, he wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to truly go wild. Halting his shaft’s growth and allowing the rest of him to surge upwards, Clove plunged the tip of his cock directly into his maw the moment he could manage it, and from that point onward allowed his entire body to process the remainder of the mutagen. This not only caused him to take on literally monumental proportions, but had an unexpected side-effect between his legs. Without him really noticing, both of his balls had begun to swell at an even faster rate than normal compared to the rest of him, without needing any input from the Deathclaw’s mind. Seeing as he was sitting down he didn’t really have the chance to notice until those titanic cum factories rolled over his legs and started flattening the ground around him. They were each producing so much that the underside of his cock was permanently bulged out, forced to deal with such immense pressure that, even without achieving orgasm, Clove was pouring hundreds of gallons of cum into his mouth at every second! The production rate was of such a scale that, even at full flow, his cock just couldn’t deal with all of the cum being stored away… until his body up and found a solution all on its own. It happened so quickly that the Deathclaw didn’t even have time to notice. A small groove appeared along the tough skin of his nuts, growing deeper and deeper as it pushed inwards. Like an invisible rope was tugged around them, their mass was forced to sink into itself; it didn’t hurt, it didn’t even register in his mind, but with a deafening gurgle and at least a 3.0 on the Richter scale, the transformation was complete, and his two orbs split into four, their mass perfectly distributed! For a moment, Clove honestly though that would give him a reprieve from the maddening levels of cum production he was subjected to before… but of course, his body had been infused with a virus whose defining trait was forcefully mutating lifeforms, so it didn’t take long before each of those four nuts started making as much of his seed as his entire sack had before the division combined! Left without anything else to do, helpless as he watched those four tankers grow larger than him, Clove hugged his cock and started pumping it with all of his strength, hoping that a proper climax would empty him out. He got his wish after five minutes of smearing his torso against his shaft, after which his nuts suddenly stopped growing, and in unison… clenched. The deluge of cum that flooded his insides was so vast that his cock doubled in size just to deal with the sudden surge; Clove, not expecting such an immense tidal wave of cum to smack the back of his throat so hard, nearly choked on his own seed before getting a grip on his gag reflex, forcing himself to drink the uncountable tons of the virus-infused cum his balls were producing. He could tell he had been corrupted, not just by the taste of it, so reminiscent of the glass tank he’d drank from, but from the fact that he completely lost control of himself after the first taste alone. All he could do was demand that his own body retain its proportions, because he could no longer make it stop growing in every direction. The seventy-foot mark was reached within seconds, rolling over to ninety without much difficulty. His body was like a balloon, inflating wildly before shrinking down, each cycle adding more height so that the next expansion could go even further. The amount of air being displaced was so much that small tornados began to form around him, and when it all felt like it was just too much, his pecs started to bloat outwards until they took on the familiar shape of breasts, which Clove was all-too happy to use in order to titfuck ​himself,​ something he never thought would be possible. His newly-grown bosom continued to billow out, growing heavier with each second, until those colossal tits grew large enough to rest on top of his nuts, the pressure succeeding in dragging the remaining thousand or so tons of cum that yet remained right down his throat. By the end, his breasts had become so enormous that if he stood up they would drag along the ground, even at his height! What’s more, each was capped with a nipple of gargantuan proportions, looking oversized even on Clove’s already-disproportional frame; if the Deathclaw wasn’t busy drinking down the last few mouthfuls of FEV-infused cum, he would’ve realized that they were just the right size for him to handily shove his cock into… if he could only manage to bend it hard enough to get in, of course. But for someone of his girth and power, such concerns were trivial; he could simply ​will​ his body into finding a way and his brain’s sub-routines would find the most efficient solution. In fact, that’s exactly what he did after he was done drinking his fill, allowing a small portion of his cerebral processing power to come up with an idea independently of what the rest of his brain was doing. He had no explanation for why he could do such a thing; but when he saw his cock lengthen and bend unnaturally, until it started to snake around one of his titanic breasts, he figured it would be best not to ask any questions. After all, all he had to do was politely ask himself how best to nipplefuck his own bosom, and in return he turned his manhood into some kind of serpentine member, easily twice as long as it was before and yet fully controllable, its muscles allowing Clove to maneuver it however he wished. This, obviously, meant immediately shoving it into one of his tits, at least until he realized that leaving the other one all alone was a stupid idea… upon which he crafted for himself another “solution”; shifting some of the mass from his bulky body down below, a second cock began to emerge right alongside the first one, pushing the original’s base off to the side in order to make room. Four balls, two cocks, just as it should be; at least those hyperactive cum factories had died down enough that they were merely gaining about a few inches every second, absolutely nothing compared to the monstrous giant the Deathclaw had become. It gave him plenty of time to find the most comfortable way to walk around while he had two snake-cocks protruding from his body-encompassing cleavage and thrusting needily into the mammothian set of breasts he was sporting. To anyone else, it would be a display of abhorrent excess; to Clove, it was quickly becoming just another day of the week. Much as the transformation had made him feel like a god amongst beasts, especially given how the ground was so far below him that he feared he’d crack the wasteland in half if he ever tripped, he knew when to hold back from his insane growth spurt. With his newfound power came a finer control over his bodily functions, and it became progressively easier to order his physiology around to accomplish what it was he wanted the more he put his mind to it. This meant that, if ever actually ​wanted​ it, he could force his balls to start producing virally-tainted cum at a rate too fast for even those enormous snakelike shafts to empty out; but seeing as how he still wanted to remain mobile, he thought it best to keep those snakecocks nice and dry while he nipplefucked himself. There was no need for more growth so quickly, so he could just enjoy himself in the most obscene way possible. It was genuinely surprising how little that show of depraved self-exploration affected him. In a way, he could feel how good it was, even to the point where he could succumb to it if he so desired. But in his state, so close to divinity as he was, even something like that was naught but another piece of the puzzle; to him, being able to pump himself in such a manner was just another display of how much he outranked everyone around him, and he would soon get to showing off just what exactly he could do if given the right motivation. First things first, though: he needed to return to his pack. Getting back to the den was easy enough; at his size, it took about a hundred paces to cover the same amount of land that it took the smaller, injured version of him most of a day, after which he had to exercise extreme caution not to just squish his entire pack under a single toe. Despite the distance between them and his ears, his hearing had been improved enough that the screams of terror were perfectly clear to him, a delicious treat once he identified whose voices those were. His old pack had taken refuge inside of their den, the males trembling in fear of the colossus casting a shadow over them while the females fought themselves over whether or not they should step outside. Clove, being the merciful god that he was, decided to make the decision for them, and ripped the top of the den off the ground with a single hand, showering the Deathclaws inside with dust and debris, sending them flying for a cover that didn’t exist. Upon realizing that there was nowhere left to run, the whole pack stood there, staring in awe at the hundred-foot giant casting a shadow over them. A few even dared to speak up, stuttering as they tried to say Clove’s name, only to make everyone else stare at them in confusion; surely this monstrosity, this immense beast that was more muscle and breast than Deathclaw, wasn’t the runt of the litter? His face did look similar, but his body… could it be? Such thoughts swam inside their heads until they began to consume their thought patterns completely. The utter impossibility that was Clove began to make more and more sense as they kept thinking about it, until suddenly the whole pack found themselves wondering just what was so odd about it; of course it was the younger Deathclaw standing there, mutated beyond recognition aside from his face. They told him to toughen up... so he did, and now he was back to show them up and tell them how wrong they were to treat them so badly! Clove himself was quite happy with himself when he began noticing the expressions on his former bullies were softening over time, going from scared to accepting to downright ​needy.​ The combination of his imposing presence, powerful musk and probably a little bit of help from his expanded consciousness had yielded the results he’d been fantasizing about for years: his whole pack, prostrated in adulation, calling out for him to take them where they stood. It was especially delicious when the top female of their group, the broodmother responsible for ensuring the continuity of their bloodline, threw herself at him, only able to reach the very bottom of his foot but still eagerly rubbing herself against every inch of him she could reach. This was enough to snap the soon-to-be-old alpha out of his funk, an expression of fury adorning his face at seeing his mate forsake him to be closer to Clove… but with his mind so distorted by desire and his nose flooded with the bigger Deathclaw’s musk, it was only a matter of seconds before he succumbed to lust again. For Clove, it was the best possible outcome; if only he could shrink himself and give each and every one of them the love they deserved… but he had a better idea. It wasn’t enough that his old pack knew who was in charge; every Deathclaw in a hundred-mile radius had to be keenly aware of that as well, just to prevent any prospective alphas from getting any ideas. Doing so was simple: his body already exuded a potent, natural musk, courtesy of his sheer size, but it could be easily coaxed into producing even more, covering him in a cloud of pheromones that were swept away in the wind, powerful enough to affect any member of his species even if he couldn’t see them. The effects on those directly around him was immediate and as powerful as the scent itself was; if they were already close to worshipping his very body in mindless adoration, then Clove’s latest trick was enough to push them off the edge and make them cry out for his name. In the distance, he could hear other packs of Deathclaws being caught up in his web, sniffing the air in his direction before mindlessly walking towards him, abandoning their hunts and attempts at mating just to get one step closer to the burgeoning Deathclaw god. But… baby steps. The first order of business was making sure they knew who the new alpha was, if it wasn’t already obvious. Doing this was simple enough; lowering one of his hands to the ground as softly as he could, he beckoned the old pack leader onto it. The little one dutifully climbed on, only to be flattened when Clove lifted him up at full speed. He was so tiny that the giant could barely even see him… which was a problem for what he had planned. He couldn’t just ​feed​ him, as even the tiniest droplet would cause him to bulge out uncontrollably, but there weren’t a lot of other options either… Clove sighed and shrugged, figuring that it would be best to just try it out anyway and hope that it worked. Giving a short look towards his right breast, he made sure to turn around after pulling his original member from within the distended nipple, so as to make sure no one was caught up in the waterfall of milk that came pouring out. The snakecock slithered up his cleavage to where the old alpha was being held on the Deathclaw’s hands… and then eagerly slammed into Clove’s palm in order to devour the little thing in a single thrust. With the previous pack leader safely within the confines of his manhood, the giant enacted the second part of his plan: a little transformation of his own. The old alpha was bathed in a raging maelstrom of FEV-infused cum, battered on all sides by currents that made oceanic storms look like puddles by comparison. Rather than being torn apart at the seams, however, his body was allowed to take it all in and grow outwards, consuming Clove’s seed until it began to take on the same kind of proportions as Clove himself did. But the captive wasn’t there to be a replacement, or even a pet; as soon as he got big enough, he’d start noticing his body was elongating, becoming a lot taller and thinner than it should be. Poor bastard probably got a couple of seconds of consciousness to realize what was happening before Clove began to replace the very tissue on his original snakecock with the old alpha’s engorged body; the veiny surface grew coarse and rough like a Deathclaw’s hide, its base sporting the same kind of howling maw that his kind used to tear prey apart. An enormous head blossomed from his groin, perpetually stuck with its mouth open so the tongue-cock could freely move, snaking around Clove’s breast yet again until its tip, by that point replaced with a scaled-up version of the old alpha’s head, was ready to thrust into the giant nipple again. Clove stared down at what used to be a Deathclaw and was now just another one of his body parts. It would’ve been unthinkable just hours before, but it was right there in front of him; the greatest possible revenge he could’ve wrought was accomplished, and the short yelp of mindless pleasure that left his cock’s “throat” before it was muffled in another nipplefucking was the cherry on top of the perfect shake. But Clove had two snakecocks, and it wouldn’t do to only have one of them turned into some weird kind of hybrid. Thankfully for him, the male who took a special interest in “toughening him up” was right there for him to take, and though he ​did​ try to run after seeing what happened to their leader, poor thing couldn’t make it more than a couple of feet before nearly being smushed by one of Clove’s paws. He could very well absorb him through his skin at that point, add the insignificant mass to his own as a means of revenge, but seeing as how the old alpha was enjoying being one of snakecocks so badly, Clove thought it’d be rude of him not to share some of that love with his biggest bully. Effortlessly, he pinched the male’s body between two toes and threw him in the air, dislodging his second shaft from inside his nipple and using it as a second mouth; its tip opened wide, enough to swallow the smaller Deathclaw whole in a single “gulp” while he was still hanging in the air, before sending him off to be transformed by the cum-slurry. As a repeat of the alpha, this second one’s body was bent out of shape until it adapted to the snakecock around him, and for the second time that day, Clove’s groin sprouted a perpetually-howling yet silent maw with a massive snakelike, prehensile member protruding from the inside. His “victim’s” head adorned its tip, face stretched out to fit its size, an enormous tongue lolling out for just a second before Clove threw it right back inside of his left breast. With the major transformations complete, it was time for him to indulge a bit; still keeping his body at around a hundred feet in height, if only for the time being, he allowed himself to enjoy their newfound status as a god amongst Deathclaws by sitting down and relaxing onto a nearby mound, allowing the rest of his pack to climb onto him and find refuge in one of the many nooks and crannies created by his titanic bosom. Clove himself was busy watching his dicks pump up his tits; he adored watching their lengths swelling and contracting as enormous blobs of cum were forced through them, only to erupt violently into his massive breasts, swelling them up even more. It was a testament to his control over his own body that they weren’t already ten times his own size; he was keeping the FEV production under wraps until he could make sure he would have no one to rival him, at which point he’d just go completely insane to see how far he could take himself. But unbeknownst to him, his body had developed to such a point that, even despite his best efforts, some things just… slipped through the cracks. Compared to the rest of his pack, he was simply too large to notice when the many females became “glued” to his skin, unable to pull themselves away, only to then start slowly sinking into his form. They were so tiny that Clove couldn’t tell the difference; he only knew something was wrong when he started feeling his tits being pushed upwards. With his mind capable of running his body semi-independently from his conscious desires, it wasn’t surprising that it had decided to make good use of the sudden “donation” on the part of his old pack. And seeing as how the new alpha already sported a pair of tits large enough to dominate his whole body, then it was only fitting that all of those consumed females would turn into something similar! Thusly, before Clove had any opportunity to stop it, several more pairs of tits began sprouting underneath the first, competing for space on his torso while they ballooned to match the original pair’s size. All the giant could do at that point was scramble to his feet to avoid being completely buried, only to realize with some measure of panic that he had become too heavy to even ​move.​ Acting quickly, he allowed his nuts to start pumping out FEV-infused cum, figuring that it was better for his upper pair of breasts to swell even harder so long as he could make himself stronger for what was about to come. It was a race against himself, his torso sprouting four extra rows of fast-growing tits while the rest of him desperately tried to bulk up enough to keep Clove mobile. It got to the point where his topmost pair, no longer being the dominant one, began to push against his face; the Deathclaw god saw his muzzle stuffed into his own cleavage, which rose several feet above his head, obscuring the sun and nearly deafening him with how loudly it was churning. So stuffed with FEV that they were visibly pulsating with each heartbeat, it took all of Clove’s willpower to stop the flow, at which point the damage had been done; his height had been raised to two hundred feet, his entire front was covered in breasts… and he was reasonably certain that instead of regular nipples, they were capped with the faces of his pack’s females; it would certainly explain why he could still hear them begging to be stuffed with his seed. Of course, that wasn’t the end of it. With the females having been absorbed into him and Clove too busy dealing with it to do anything else, it was the males’ time to do their duty and add to his body. And if their former companions added rows of tits, it was only fair that ​they​ make Clove’s groin even more cramped than it already was. Before the titan had time to react, his nethers began sprouting a great number of extra cocks, all of them struggling to pierce through whatever little space was available in between his multiple cleavages; it was no easy feat, as all of those mounds of milky goodness were so immensely full that when they squished against one another, barely inches were left. Clove’s cocks had to forcefully part every inch of breastflesh just to burst free from its confines, at which point the giant Deathclaw, not wanting to have to walk around with his face getting smacked by about a dozen new shafts, began turning them all into snakecocks as well. Much like his first two, they took on the appearance of the members of the pack of he had absorbed, and seeing as how he was running out of space down below, he thought it best to reduce the number of Deathclaw heads on his nethers to three, and simply have each one possess multiple tongue-snakecocks. It didn’t really register with him how absurd his mutations had turned, mostly because he was too busy with ten simultaneous nipplefuckings driving him absolutely fucking crazy at every half-second. Moving had become a challenge in and of itself; not just because he was carrying that much weight around, but his mind was being assaulted with wave after wave of pleasure from his body going haywire with self-exploration. To most people, the ​idea​ of being on the receiving or giving end of a nipplefuck was enough to make their legs shake; and yet there he was, giving ​himself ten of those, while keeping around a couple of “normal” shafts in order to maintain an eternal titfuck for good measure. Each step deafened him with the sloshing of oceans of milk, only made worse when his quad-orbs began splitting into multiples once again; if he could’ve moved before, it rapidly became impossible when the remaining space between his legs was taken up by twenty rapidly-swelling nuts, each one heavy enough to flatten a steel girder, all of them together capable of lifting the Deathclaw off the ground! And there he stood… or sat, as the case may be, trapped on one side by his burgeoning cum factories and on the other by five sets of tits that just kept getting fuller the more the pumped them with his seed; and ​not​ filling them as hard as he could wasn’t an option as far as he cared. It took about two hours of carefully adjusting his FEV production and redirecting mass to make himself mobile again, if only just barely; he still had to drag his nuts around and push his tits out in front of him, leaving a massively wide trail of destruction wherever he went. By that point, the neighboring Deathclaw packs had already converged on his position, though Clove was smart enough to stop himself from absorbing them… at least until he felt it was necessary. Without any real direction or goal in mind, all he could do was move forward and hope something interesting happened; he’d heard stories of great beasts lurking in the more irradiated areas of the wasteland, of giants like him that smushed even power-armoured humans into paste with a single swift blow. If such things even existed, then they should be the perfect targets for him; he had his doubts, but if they did, he was eager to absorb them into himself, to make his body even greater than it already was. The thought alone was enough to make him shiver in anticipation, and despite his best efforts, it allowed a few of the Deathclaws hanging onto him to be taken in by his mass. Rather than sprouting more of the usual, however, Clove had a new idea in mind. With so much already adorning his divine frame, it was a crying shame that he only had two hands to pleasure himself with. Such a shame, in fact, that he figured it best to turn those eager devotees into a brand-spankin’-new set of arms; four of them, in fact, so he could lift every breast at once if he felt like it! However, it was difficult to find space for them, as his original pair was already so swollen and bulky that he had a hard time moving it around without being forced to flex from the amount of muscle stacked onto it; and seeing as how his musculature kept growing the more he strained himself, it was rapidly becoming a problem that even he couldn’t contain. Eventually, he had to give up what he was thinking and resort to a more drastic solution: if he couldn’t find room in his torso, he’d just use his back! With a creaking so loud that some of the burnt metal around him began to shatter from the vibrations in the air, and a flood of endorphins of such a scale that Clove himself had to stop moving just to enjoy it, several pairs of arms sprouted from behind him, his spine cracking loudly enough to be mildly uncomfortable when it was forced to grow multiple new bones structures just to keep those appendages mobile. Each one was as utterly gigantic as Clove’s originals, and each was all-but forced to constantly battle for moving space with every other; this caused them to rub and squeeze their vein-covered bulk as a matter of simple fact, something that made it extremely difficult for the Deathclaw to concentrate on anything else. All he could think about was ​muscle​. His muscle, the powerful sinew and fibrous tissue that made up his body. He wanted to flex and show it off, knowing it’d just make it grow more; he wanted the whole damn wasteland to see him swell to absurd proportions, just so he’d be visible from across the horizon. And after fighting it for what felt like too long, he finally gave in. Or he would’ve, if not for a loud, booming voice snapping out of his trance-like state. “Hey, shrimp!” The voice wasn’t familiar, or at least it was too rumbling and bassy for Clove to know who it belonged to. One thing was for certain, though: whoever spoke was at least big enough for the Deathclaw to hear. It wouldn’t be until he turned aside to look that his jaw dropped at the sight. He had thought himself big, massive even. He had thought of himself as a divine figure, a true god amongst his lower peers. But in front of him, blocking out the sun and casting a shade large enough to make even him look tiny, was a ​true​ god. It was a gecko, or least that was the closest analogue Clove could come up with. It shared the same colours and the head was the same, but that’s where the similarities ended, for its body was so unbelievably colossal that the Deathclaw felt like he was shrinking just by looking at it. It wasn’t as mutated as Clove was, sporting only a single cock and pair of balls, as well as a more conventionally masculine body shape, albeit with horrendously oversized pecs. But what he lacked in extra assets he made up for in ​size,​ being at least thrice as tall as Clove himself was and wide enough that the Deathclaw felt like an ant about to be squished by a hammer made out of raw power. It only got worse when he actually stepped forward and came closer, at which point Clove suddenly realized the godly gecko was even ​larger​ than he thought. “I heard of an upstart trying to take my turf,” he boomed, voice powerful enough to nearly throw Clove backwards from the sonic blast, “and I’m feeling generous today, so unless you want me to eat you and take whatever made you that big, ​scram!”​ For a moment, Clove honestly considered just running away; it felt like the obvious solution to the problem, even if it made him squirm at the injustice of it all. He’d just been granted a free ticket to divinity, and here it was being revoked by someone several miles further down the line than he was. How could he hope to compete with someone of that power? “Hey, you heard me?!” the gecko’s voice raised with anger, “I said ​beat it​, now fuck off!” It was so unfair! He’d come so far, he refused to just turn around and forget about his plans! … but wait… did he even have to? Clove beat himself up for forgetting such an obvious, and yet crucial bit of information. Why was he worrying so much about this upstart of a gecko trying to intimidate him into leaving? If that pathetic creature truly was a god like him, he wouldn’t need to resort to threats or implied violence; he’d just take what was his by right and move on! Yes, that was it, that was the truth; this ​thing​, this big pile of muscles was nothing more than a fool pretending to be something else… and Clove would prove it. With a snap of his fingers, he allowed his body to cut loose and finally start doing some proper work on growing him out. He’d been holding back until that point, and it took the shock of seeing someone that gigantic to remind him that he was fully capable of being even larger. Each one of his breasts suddenly swelled when a deluge of FEV-cum flooded them, quickly enough for Clove to be pushed backwards, leaving deep claw marks on the ground; this wouldn’t last long, as his nuts began to bloat with renewed production as well, the mutagen acting on them as much as it was on everything else, leading to their size ​exploding​ while the rest of the Deathclaw’s body tried to catch up. “Wha-... what the fuck?!” the gecko screamed, taking a step back when his target refused to back down, “You think you can outgrow me?! Fuckin’ runt, I’ll show you!” With that, the gecko clenched his fists and hunched over, flexing his upper body to the point where every single vein was visible to some degree or another; predictably, he began growing as well, his own bulk building on itself until it nearly buried his head. But as much as the gecko tried to compete, he was hopelessly out of his league; all he could do was increase his size linearly, while Clove was happy just multiplying himself over and over again. Without even trying, he was half the size of his opponent; mere seconds later, he was large as the gecko had been initially. He could’ve carried on, utterly dwarfing the poor thing; the two were already massive enough to be visible from over the horizon, but Clove knew he was barely even started. Still, there was something cute about that little thing thinking they were hot shit. Even after the Deathclaw matched him pound for pound, he kept trying, kept flexing in a futile attempt to dethrone the ​true​ god amongst the two. And Clove just couldn’t help but find that endearing. He opened his maw and allowed even more FEV to flood his system; it was time for a reward.

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Title: Beetlesmith's Ch. 23 Tags: group sex, orgy, lesbian, tranny, bisexuals *You've heard the expression, "Everything but the kitchen sink?" That's in these next few chapters as well. Enjoy! \*\* Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire, I lead the way to the funeral pyre. And without a thought of the consequence, I gave in to my decadence. One slip, and down the hole we fall...* —One Slip *from* Pink Floyd, A Momentary Lapse of Reason. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* He was just a silhouette—a vague, dark outline of a man that always sat across from me. His voice was anything but nebulous; cultured, mirthful, rich with resonant tones that bespoke of timeless knowledge and wisdom, and unequivocally seductive. He visited me every night for the past four, saying it was his way of preparing me for my decision—a way to make the transition easier, to use his words. Maybe so, though mostly I got the impression he liked tormenting me while stiffening my resolve. "It isn't long now until the new moon," he began. "A couple of days." "Are you ready?" "What's to be ready? I have done it before. It's not like I'm about to pitch in the World Series." "But you are in a way. I've waited untold millennia for this..." "Why are you here?" I interrupted. "I told you I would do it. I'd do anything to avoid your...punishments." "That may be, but you would be surprised how many of your kind said that exact same thing only to fail at the last. Fail when paradise was so near. I'm here to see to it you're not counted among them. I'm here to give you strength." "Paradise?" "Your reward." I laughed, sarcastically. "And what is to be my reward? Riches? Power? Women?" "All three if you like." "I'd have little use for any of those where I'm going, I suspect. How about peace of mind instead?" "How about a realm of your own to command. There are seven now. We could make it eight. Reward enough?" "I thought there were nine circles of Hell." He signed deeply, and for the first time since he began visiting I heard annoyance in his voice, "Why anyone listened to that Florentine pederast is unfathomable. I have six brothers. There are seven realms. You will make eight." "I don't know what that means, even if I believed you." "It means you would be treated as an equal, ruling the lesser lights for the betterment of our kind. My brothers and I need noblemen such as you." He chuckled. "Remember, better to rule in Hell..." "Then serve in heaven?" I finished. "Exactly." "Speaking of ruling and serving, what are you going to do with the children I sire?" "You keep asking that, and my answers will always be the same." "That it's none of my concern. Well, if we can't discuss the children then I'd like to ask you about that time I tried to wean myself off the elixir." "Go on." "You found time to...play with my wife." "Undeniably. You left me little choice than to get to know Sarah better. And such a wonderfully fun time we had with that scrumptious tart, Barbara." "Sarah?" "Oh forgive me. I meant Karen. Your wife so reminds me of another I grew fond of so many ages ago. It's easy for me to mistake the two." "I take it you favor us both?" "Indeed, though I don't ordinarily manifest in the weaker sex as a matter of preference, but you left me no choice. And Karen did provide me interesting pleasures that I had long forgotten. Still, once I brought you back into the coven, so to speak, I have since kept my influences solely on you." "I find it hard to believe that my will forced you to seek amusement elsewhere." "Forced me?" "What I mean, my determination not to use the elixir, not to be used by you in effect, was strong enough to keep you at bay." "You are willful creatures, to be sure. It's one of your many characteristics that make your species so special...and valuable. Added to that, the barrier between our two worlds precludes me from using my full powers. So, there's only so much influence I can exert. A strong willed individual can resist my murmurs if they are determined. As such, I need a willing host to allow direct manipulation. And before you ask, as you always seem to divert our conversations in their direction, yes, my opposites are limited in the same manner. Free will—it's a bitch, to use the vernacular of today." "That's what the elixir is really for, creating willing hosts so that you can manipulate them?" "Mostly. Didn't Beetlesmith go over this with you?" "Beetlesmith is less than open about many subjects, and for those things he does talk about, he tends toward longwinded subterfuge." "One of his many talents." "What is he?" "One of my agents here on earth." "I understand that, but what is he? He's not human. Spirit? What?" "He is...different. He's what we call a half-breed. Unlike my kind, he can fully function on your plane, yet possesses limited powers that make him extra-human." "Is that what I am now, a half-breed, because I have powers?" "No, you are much different. Much more. Although you are still fully human, you are my ancillary." "Do the Others, the Bright Ones, have half-breeds working for them?" "Of course. Many over the ages, in fact. A most famous example was the entity you know as the Christ; a most powerful half-breed, indeed. Nearly turned the tide against us, but we manipulated your kind into disposing of him for us. Well done." "Well done? Based on my reading, it seems to me that whole incident worked in their favor, not yours." "Things would have ended far worse for us if he hadn't been...eliminated. You're correct, though. He did give them an advantage. Temporarily that is. That advantage will soon be reversed, thanks to you and your descendants." "Yes, that mysterious thing you keep eluding to about my children. You hint at it, but won't pay me the courtesy of telling me what it is. Will they be half-breeds?" "You keep wandering back into familiar, yet forbidden territory." "That it's none of my concern?" "Exactly, so let's just leave it alone." "Very well. There is one thing I don't understand, and hope you will answer." "Again with the questions? It's getting late." "You began this conversation. I would have been perfectly happy with a good night's rest." "You're right. My apologies. Please continue." "Going back to an earlier point, you agreed that you favor my wife *and* me." "Yes, I remember." "If that were so, then why did you goad us into that terrible confrontation? It was an awful, nasty fight, and things turned very badly, very quickly. It seems reckless considering your plans for us." "That wasn't me. That was instigated by a mischievous succubus who was meddling where they didn't belong. They have long since been dealt with in the harshest manner." "It's fortunate you intervened, then, halting what would have been a disaster for you." "Disaster?" "Yes. I could have killed Karen, and came very close to doing just that. It would have ruined all your plans." "Killed her? Ah...oh yes, it was...ah...indeed, fortunate. Like I said, the succubus has been dealt with, and your wife is safe." A silence fell between us. Seeing that I was deep in thought, he finally asked with irritation, "Is there anything else?" "I'm sorry. You seemed confused just now." "No. I just grow weary of the conversation. I get distracted easily. But that reminds me. I have a question for you. Before all this happened, you didn't believe in us." "No. I never gave the afterlife much thought." "You do now, however. And yet, knowing the truth of it all, having not a scintilla of doubt about our existence, you chose to side with us." "I've been told the die was cast. Did I really have a choice?" "We all have choices we have to make. Even me." He chuckled again, as if amused, "Sometimes those choices are limited. Sometimes we must choose between the lesser of two...goods." "I suppose that's true. I guess I would frame my answer it this way, I didn't choose you as much as I felt abandoned by the Others. I sided with the powers that were granted me by both sides." "Both sides?" "Yes. Although you gave me these powers, they allow me to keep them. Isn't that correct? So, in a sense..." He quickly cut me off. "An interesting interpretation, though I'm not sure I'd interpret their indifference as agreement. "How would you interpret it?" "You're forgetting about free will, and leave it at that. I will say, many of your kind feel abandoned by them at some point. As you do now. Their apparent aloofness comes off as indifference. Or maybe they are indifferent. I can never really tell. It's why I like to refer to them as absentee landlords; expecting the rent, tribute, and worship, without giving an effort to...fix things. I and my brothers, on the other hand, have been down in the trenches with humans from the very beginning, nurturing every sensation and desire you've been inspired to have." "Yes, your influence does seem more powerful than theirs, or at least, more obvious. You called them absentee landlords as if they are unconcerned with what goes on. Don't they try to influence us anymore?' He hesitated for a moment. "In their own feeble ways. Yes." "Really? How? Where is this influence? If they have been trying to affect some change in us, I haven't felt it. I certainly haven't seen it in my life." For the first I saw a part of his face. He smiled, revealing a perfect set of straight, white teeth, appearing even more stark and vivid against the darkness that shrouded him. "Their influence has been right under your nose the whole time you've walked this earth." \* I woke up from the conversation slightly disoriented. I was in an unfamiliar room, and it took me a moment to get my bearings. The clock on the nightstand read three am. "Fuck, only three," I mumbled to myself as I got up to go to the bathroom." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* **The Present Day** Much has happened since that day I found out Asmodeus was my antagonist. The next day, I saw the sigil in the mirror—at least that was what I interpreted it to be, a mark of possession engraved into my forehead. It was a little, red, inverted triangle, shaped like an arrowhead, long and proportionally narrow at the base, and with what looked like the letter D in the middle. Touching it, I couldn't feel it, as I would expect if it were a real brand or even a tattoo, but it was clearly visible to me, and it was always present from that moment on. However, as with the obsidian eyes of my companions, I was the only one who could see the manifestation. More importantly, I didn't see a sigil on any of the others that were close to me. I took great solace in this—one of the few since—knowing that I was the only one damned. My fall from grace did not translate to them. I was reassured that my fate wasn't shared by Karen or the others, when, two weeks later, I saw the sigil on another person—a gentleman of about my age. I spotted its distinctive triangular shape on his forehead as we passed each other on a city sidewalk. I decided to follow him, and, given the chance, strike up a conversation. I'm not sure why talking to him was important to me at the time. Maybe it was desire to find others like myself. A grief shared is half the sorrow... Isn't that how the old saying goes? Or maybe I just wanted to know I wasn't soldiering on with this absolute knowledge of Hell alone. I also held out hope that he may know something more about Beetlesmith, about the elixir, or about our fate. Maybe I could glean some clue on how I could escape my destiny. Wishful thinking, I know. For when I casually dropped Beetlesmith's name and that of the elixir, he feigned ignorance of the whole matter. Even when I pressed him, assuring him I was also a client of the inestimable Mr. B, he wouldn't admit knowing the old fraud or his potion. Beetlesmith certainly hammered home the, 'Silence is Golden,' trope. It precluded him from speaking to me about the matter at all. One thing I did gather, it was evident that he was ignorant of the mark of Asmodeus he bore. Confirming for me that I was the only one aware of its presence. I left him happily ignorant of the mark, and of his fate in the afterlife. I have seen others bearing the mark. Not many, but occasionally they would cross my path. Each person, man or woman, was a current client of Beetlesmith, and each one professed ignorance of his existence and that of the elixir. All, except one. She was about twenty-five years older than me, mother of four and grandmother of seven, and lived in an apartment in the city with her husband. We had a pleasant conversation over coffee. I think she even had pie. She told me all about her exploits—when she met Beetlesmith, what happened the first time she administered the potion, all the perfunctory information that I really had no desire to know. She was quite candid and unabashed, telling me that she uses the elixir mainly on young men and boys so that she can have sex with them in front of her husband. Other than that, however, she knew very little else about Beetlesmith, or the elixir, and as I've come to realize from everyone bearing the mark, knew nothing of the sigil so clearly visible to me on her forehead. It seems all of Beetlesmith's clients are damned, but I was the only one who knew it. When we were about to part company, she invited up to her apartment. I knew why, of course, and even though I really wasn't in the mood and she wasn't really my type, I decided to give the old bag a whirl. Actually, in looks and demeanor, she reminded me of Judi Dench of the Bond movies—minus the British accent, of course. So in that regard, I didn't mind fucking her brains out in front of her husband. All in all, doing the old biddy turned out to be another error in judgment. When she introduced me to her husband, I saw that he bore the sigil of Asmodeus, as well. I asked him if he had also administered the elixir, and he said he had on several occasions to very young acquaintances that struck his wife's fancy. So, again, my assumptions seem to be correct. Only those who purposefully give the elixir to another are damned, and only I could see them for what they were. Once the introductions were out of the way, she tied hubby to a chair in their bedroom. It seems he likes being the captive while the young men bone his wife, and she loves raining insults over his head as she's fucked silly, and all while assaulting him physically in the most egregious ways—ways Gabby would never even consider doing to her husband Phil. I made what little of her day she had left when she saw the size of my cock. Long story short, she took it in the ass several times, screaming and squirting for each. After each session, I made her suck my cock and balls to clean it off. She wasn't thrilled about that, but did derive some pleasure out of the looks her cuckold husband gave her. And I was having some fun treating the old bitch like a used-up whore. So things were going well from my perspective, as well. That is, until I dived back into her now, loose ass, again. Just as I sent her into another shrieking fit of butt quake, she has a heart attack. Right there on the bed with her plump ass in the air and in mid-squirt. It must have been a massive myocardial infarction. She was dead before I even pulled out of her. At least she had a smile on her face—though I don't suppose her smile lasted very long once she met the two grunting guardians down below. There was no way I was going to be bothered with the cops or the coroner. What a nuisance that would have been. Instead, I wiped hubby's memory clean of my existence, and left their place with him still tied to the chair. About two hours later, I made an anonymous tip to the local police. At least I think I did. After that, I didn't bother engaging anyone else concerning the sigil. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* All that sigil nonsense aside, my new, overriding philosophy became: make hay while the sun shines. Regardless of what Beetlesmith had said, I felt that the sunset of my life was fast approaching. And even if Asmodeus allowed me to live after performing my manly duties, I was sure it wouldn't be with the benefit of the powers I now possessed. I figured I had until the appointed hour, according to Beetlesmith's timetable, before those powers would sunset. So make hay before sunset. Embrace the powers granted. Carpe diem, asshole. So much irony permeated my life. Looking back over these many months prior to the knowledge of my outcome, I exercised restraint using those powers, but to what ends? I'm still going to Hell. What's the point in restraint now? Will my destination be any different if I continue to curb my appetites? Now that I was living with one foot in Hell, I might as well take full advantage of its fetid waters while I'm still able, and dive in. There's a market for what I could offer. I live in a time where all manner of people thirst to indulge themselves in the debauched and the lascivious. Why not enrich myself giving the people what they truly desire, and at least bequeath to Karen some measure of wealth and comfort when I'm gone? The day of the sigil was the last day I went into work, and the only reason was to invite everyone on my floor to my house Friday night as kind of a bon voyage party. Not surprisingly, everyone came, as well as all the others from the last orgy, *sans* Jack. Even the snooty assholes came. The ones that looked down their noses at me when the rumors spread across my office floor like wildfire—hypocrites, all. When all was said and done, there were close to sixty people gathered in my home. I supplied beverages for all the guests. I did this mainly to provide me a focal point, a smaller object that I could mentally project the emotional essence of what the elixir did to people—all of the routine of administering the elixir, without using the elixir itself. Over the subsequent weeks, I've learned how to imbue a large group of people with sexual frenzy without using the mental crutch. Prior to learning the trick, however, I was still new at the mass manipulation game, so I relied on a fixed focal point that they would ingest. That first time using mass manipulation worked better than I anticipated—actually, it was almost too good. There was no slow ramp up to sexual frenzy, where the individual's ethical and moral walls were broken down, bit by bit, as with the potion. All it took was one sip of my mentally infused drink...poof...they barely had time to put their drinks down before their clothes came off. Karen and I stood in amazement watching the interior of our house ignite in sexual decadence that went beyond our wildest imaginations. Women dropped to their knees, clawing at the pants of the nearest male—or female for that matter. Within moments, they were all sucking cock, and begging and demanding their new partner, or partners, to fuck them like sex slaves as they chugged and slurped on any and all naughty bits thrust in their faces. It didn't matter if several men found themselves momentarily with one woman. They ravaged her simultaneously, wantonly sticking their stiff members into any available opening, much to her squeals of delight. The floor of our house became a great, flesh-colored sea, with bodies slithering and sliding about each other, looking every bit as ripples on the surface of the water. All manner of sexual deviancy went on display without either Karen or I providing any further mental prodding. However, it was chaos that first time. If you ever witnessed starving dogs fighting over a morsel of food, you have some idea what it was like watching three women viciously service the same cock at once. There was blood. I pushed them too hard into frenzy. Jackie made a half-hearted attempt to restore some order by organizing some structured sex games, but the rest of the 'combatants' were having none of that. She was quickly pulled back into the great mass of flesh. I barely saw her over the next two days. Yes, you read that right, the orgy lasted until around mid-day, Sunday. There were periods of quiescence where some members took a short nap, but the 'sexploits' never fully stopped. Toward that last day I was beginning to feel tired, as if energy was being drained from me a little bit at a time. It wasn't debilitating, just an overall feeling of listlessness. The whole process felt as if I were some sort of human capacitor, storing energy for a time before discharging it into the group. I have since learned how to better control my group psychokinesis, as well as control how much 'energy' leaves me at any one time. That first time was a free, 'getting acquainted,' offer. After that, Karen and I charged a hundred dollars a head as an entrance fee. Again, everyone came, paid, and 'came' as much as they could for as long as the orgy lasted. Surprisingly, our reputation for providing safe, uninhibited, and unadulterated adult participation spread quickly through word of mouth. Within weeks, the number of people paying for entrance swelled our ranks so much that our modest home could scarcely contain all of our members. It wasn't long before participants were spilling out into our backyard, which became a problem. Parking was another problem. Almost all of the streets in our subdivision were fully lined with parked cars for each orgy. I began to fear it wouldn't be long before the local police began slapping us with zoning and decency, or indecency as the case may be, violations. It was about this time that Rodney Portnoy made my acquaintance—that's correct, Rod Portnoy. Yeah, I didn't believe it either. He was a strange man—tall and lanky, almost to the point of looking emaciated. He had a full head of jet black hair, wore glasses with heavy black frames, and talked with a very gentlemanly southern drawl—more South Carolinian than Texan—and an absolute genius when it came to management and organization. I always thought he looked a little like Buddy Holly, minus the guitar. I recognized him right away when he introduced himself. It was hard not to. Even though the large number of people at our gatherings made the newcomers' faces a blur to me, he stood out. He was the only one that didn't do anything with anyone. He didn't even masturbate. When things got going, he would undress like the others, but just sit in a chair with a raging hard-on and watch with great intensity. I got the impression that he probably would have preferred to stay fully clothed, and undressed only so he didn't stick out too much like a red-headed bastard at a family reunion. At times, a female would saunter up to him with the intension of relieving that burgeoning hard-on, but he would politely refuse her offer. I thought then that he might be gay. But when one of the bisexual husbands began fondling his cock, he politely begged off those advances as well. Eventually, everyone left him to his own...vices—whatever they might be other than voyeurism. I was more than astonished by his control. I never would have believed anyone could go an hour without sexual release when in frenzy, let alone days. And make no mistake about it, he was in a state of frenzy, just like the others. Even more astonishing, when I tried reading his mind to see where his precise appetites lay, I couldn't. I could read most everything else about him, but not that. I've met a few more like him since, individuals whose sexual proclivities were blind to me. No matter how hard I tried, I could never 'read' them. Stephen King called the blindness a dead zone, from his book of the same title. I call these individuals, 'Blanks.' Karen couldn't read him either, and never did trust him because of it. As for myself, I felt no malice about him, and so accepted his hand in friendship. After the initial introductions, Portnoy wasted no time making his pitch. He said he knew of a warehouse in the light industrial district, and with the minimal amount of renovations, it could be converted into a first-rate adult club, complete with indoor plumbing for bathhouses, bathrooms, and possibly Jacuzzis. I thought it a great idea, but hesitated due to the costs. I certainly didn't have enough capital to start such a venture, and knew a bank wouldn't lend money on a business model based on a private sex club. Portnoy waved that off, stating he would see to the acquisition of the building and its renovations himself. All he asked was a cut of fifteen percent of all net profits when the club opened. Naturally, I agreed. It was about a month later when Portnoy showed up at my front door again. I hadn't seen him at our gatherings since our handshake, and thought he had given up on the idea of a club as being too expensive. The last of the partygoers from our latest orgy were just leaving when I spotted him standing in my foyer. Shaking my hand, he asked, "Would you like to see it?" "You bought it," I said with surprise. A bright twinkle sparked his gray eye, while a small crease touched his lips. "Bought, and then some, my dear sir. There are still a few odds and ends that need attention, but we could possibly open the club by the end of the week." "Wait... What? This week?" I blurted, with even greater surprise. He smiled again. "Come, let me show you." We all piled into his Escalade. Besides Karen and myself, Gloria, Denise, and Jackie tagged along. We sat, parked across the street from our new venture, as Portnoy began explaining everything that he had been doing for the past month. "As you can see, just a typical warehouse, one big rectangular box; although, I was surprised how little work needed to be done partitioning the interior. Ample parking all around, though we should keep the front free so that we can set up a red velvet rope line with posh, red carpeting under foot, that sort of thing. Full Hollywood glitz." I smiled at his optimism. "You think there will be a need for lines, and room for bystanders?" "Oh yes, my dear sir. When word of this really gets out, you'll have to turn people away. Because of its size and the number of exits, building codes only allow us about 750 individuals at full capacity. As such, we should keep the guests down to about 700 total per night, which will take into account any support staff and security that's needed. Of the 700, I would only like the first 580 in line immediate access when we first open each night, except for late arriving VIP's, of course. First come, first...come, as it were." He chuckled at his pun, then continued, "Then over the course of the evening, we can slowly let in the remaining 120. This builds up tension and a desire for those waiting and watching to have access at all costs. We could charge these double, if not triple the admission." He waited a moment to see if anyone objected, and then continued, "There's one main entrance, and a suitable number of emergency exits situated all around the building. All up to code, of course. There was a large service entrance for delivery trucks in the back, but I had that welded shut as it wouldn't be needed." I looked up and down the street, and said with concern, "What's it like around here at night?" "A veritable ghost town, I thought that's what you would want. What are you thinking?" "Well, by your estimation there'll be lines of well-healed patrons right outside our doors, and in a less than stellar part of the city no less. It would seem to be a sweet target for thugs and muggers. We'd be lining up lambs for the slaughter." "I see what you mean. Although we will have some muscular young lads who have done work in the protection game guarding the doors, I suppose we should have a bit of extra insurance. Let me talk to the local constable about sending an extra patrol car down our street every couple of hours. Their added presence should discourage the...ah, riff raff." I smiled again at his optimism, "You really think the cops would bother?" "Oh, my dear sir, you'd be surprised what kind of protection fifty-thousand placed in the correct sticky palms can buy." Jackie whistled loudly. Karen let out an abrupt chortle, but wasn't surprised by the stench of graft inherent in the city. Gloria sat with her mouth hanging open, and then asked, "Fifty thousand? Dollars? This is a bribe, right?" I asked, "Before we go any further, maybe you should tell us what you've put into this so far. Cash-wise, I mean." He thought for a moment, and then answered, "Oh, I'd say a little over a million." Now, Gloria and Karen both sat with mouths agape. Jackie wasted no time proposing marriage. "Hmm, Mrs. Jacqueline Portnoy, I like the sound of that." I blurted, "A million! I can't...pay..." Portnoy quickly explained, "And I don't expect you to. The property itself was nothing. The owner was happier than a lark in spring to unload it. The interior was where most of the money went." Still seeing a look of disbelief on my face, he added, "You're looking at it all wrong, my dear sir. I see this as a superb capital investment. I have no doubt I will triple that amount in as many months. Come. Let me show you where my million went." He led us through the front door and into a fairly extensive foyer with real, white marble flooring and synthetic marble wall covering. There was a smaller antechamber off to one side of the foyer. I tapped the floor with my foot, producing a solid ring that echoed through the empty enclave. "Now I see where the million went." "Actually, I didn't need that much marble, only here at the entrance, the corridors and walkways, and the bathhouses, of course. The majority of the club is done up in a sort of red satin-silk with padding and lounge pillows. Now, that was the real expense. An extensive amount of very expensive material, to be sure, but it's actually cheaper and easier to clean in the end if done right. So the costs may offset over time." He paused for a moment to wave a hand around, and continued, "However, before we get to all that, I figure this will be the main greeting area. We'll put in a counter where the patrons pay for admission. I've already set up accounts so that we can accept most major credit cards." "Better bring a Visa for those hot, honey-filled vajayjays fellas, because we don't take American Express," Jackie said softly close to Gloria's ear. Gloria whispered something back in her ear, causing both to giggle. Ignoring their snickering, I asked while pointing to the antechamber, "I assume this smaller room is for coats and what not?" "Yes. I'm planning on a Dutch door with a counter as partition, with one or two hat check girls to see to the members' coats and what not. That sort of thing." "Yes, of course. However, it isn't big enough if more than coats are going in there." "Sir?" Karen interceded, "By your estimates, we're going to have 700 people, fully nude and fucking like bunnies without a care in the world. Where are their clothes, except haphazardly strewn around the building. After one of these things at home, it sometimes takes the sluts a couple of hours to gather their things. I can't imagine the chaos when all of them are tearing the place apart looking for their elusive de la Renta gowns with matching Prada stilettos, or their Versace silks with the Gucci loafers." "You're right, my dear. I hadn't thought of that. I may have to expand the bathhouses to include lockers. Let's think on that as I show you the rest of the club." Portnoy led us through a short corridor, also lined with marble flooring and white, decorative walls, and then into a darkened, more expansive part of the building. "Oops, forgot to turn on the lights," Portnoy commented under his breath. He fumbled along a wall for a second, until we heard the loud clicking of several switches. Immediately, everything was bathed in a bright, warm light. "I call this the main pleasure grotto." We all gasped. Nothing screamed Western excess and decadence more than our first sight of Portnoy's creation. The floor of the grotto was sea of satin red and purple silk. Twenty feet above us, the vaulted ceiling was painted in trompe l'oeil clouds—azure blue and white. The contrast between the red of the floor and the blue of the ceiling was breathtaking, and all augmented by the simulated white marble walls with green and gold veining,. The illumination, though stark, was at the same time warm, as if it were truly outside light. There wasn't a shadow to be seen. Even the far corners of the grotto were bathed in deep clarity. The greatest area of the grotto was taken up to the right of where we stood; an extensive floor, plush and padded, and draped by hundreds of yards of red satin. Laying all about the satin were hundreds of silk pillows or all shapes and sizes—pillows for resting a head, a hip, to drape someone over or prop oneself up, for leaning against, or for sitting upright as someone tended to their pleasurable duties. Hundreds of pillows that could be used in any way imaginable, and all were purple—the color of royalty. To the left of us, a much smaller area was occupied by a raised platform, standing about ten feet above the main floor and totally encircled with steps. It, too, was adorned with purple silks and red satin. Between the platform and the expansive, padded floor was the marbled walkway on which we stood. Here and there, and against each wall, large potted, green plants with flowers, ferns, shrubs, and small trees bearing lemons and apricots were interspersed. The scent and the look of it all sent the mind whirling back to a more agrarian time. The real touch of antiquity, though, came from ten, make-shift Corinthian columns. Not made of real stone, but looking the part, each was paired in a row in the middle of the room. They were well secured to the floor and stretched upward, high above us, their capitals not quite touching the blue of the ceiling. What with the warm, bright lighting coupled with the trompe l'oeil clouds, and the various potted ferns and other greenery lining the walls, the expansive room did take on the appearance of a grand courtyard opened to the daylight heavens. "Naturally, I was thinking of a Greek or Roman ambiance," Portnoy commented proudly. "Oh Roman," Karen said, breathlessly, "This is definitely Roman." "Madam approves?" Karen quickly found her composure, then answered, "I do. Although, wouldn't it be better to include a few more, raised platforms. Sort of like the one you have on here on our left. Much smaller, of course, yet done in the same motif." "Platforms?" Portnoy asked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes. Nothing too tall, say raised a couple of feet above the floor, and large enough to easily accommodate five or six partygoers. Something to break up the monotony of a single level, and add dimensionality to the...ah, fun." Portnoy put a finger to his lips as he scanned the room. "Yes. I think we can do something like that. I'll get the contractors working on it immediately." Looking directly at Karen, he finished, "Say, five such platforms built haphazardly about the center of the grotto?" Karen responded with a smile. "Oh, togas!" Jackie suddenly blurted. "What?" we all almost said in unison. "You know, Roman togas and tunics. Everyone has to wear a toga. We could make it part of the price of membership to the club. Long ago, I watched a porno with my third husband that took place in Rome. You can't believe how hot it was to watch all those bare-bottomed actors in their short tunics. All those thick, hard cocks and dripping cunts barely peeking out enticingly from under the folds of their tunics as they..." "Okay Jackie, we get it," Karen interrupted. Portnoy beamed a great smile, then mused, "Yes. We would require them to come dressed in Roman fashion, wearing a coat for cover when outside, of course. Then at the end of the fun...to use Madam's words...if they go home with someone else's toga, it isn't a great hardship. It would certainly solve the need for a changing room. A capital idea, my dear." Jackie smiled broadly, puffing out her ample breasts in pride at his compliment. As I've said before. Jackie may be a ditz, but she was a veritable Einstein when it came to matters of sex—as was Karen, it seems. "Platforms and togas, any other brilliant ideas from you two?" Jackie winked while saying, "Give us some time. We'll think of something." I turned my attentions to the other side of the grotto. I was still curious about the larger platform set off from everything else. "Rodney, if you're going to install more low-lying platforms in the main area, then what's the reason for this larger, higher platform on its own?" "I was planning on it being a dais for you and Madam... Or, in keeping with Roman trappings, for the Emperor and his Empress..." "And entourage," Karen quickly added, as she slipped an arm around Gloria and Denise, each. Portnoy smiled. "And entourage," he corrected himself. Looking at me, he explained, "I noticed that during the events in your home, you and...Domina, didn't partake as much with the other guests. It seemed you receive a great deal of pleasure observing the events. Much like I do. So I thought to reproduce that mood in a much more august and grander style. I've ordered a couple of fine, high-back, cushioned chairs that can be used as thrones. They should arrive tomorrow, and will be placed, side-by-side, at the top of the dais." Then, bowing slightly to Karen, he added, "And I will certainly order two more, maybe smaller chairs, to flank Dominus and Domina." By this time Denise had wandered deeper into the grotto, seemingly taking a closer look at things. On her return, she astutely commented, "It's not my cup of tea, but during our orgies I've often overheard some of the guests mentioning more...how can I say it... more aggressive desires." "Denise! You naughty girl," Gloria said with a chuckle. "I didn't say I liked it," Denise said, defensively. "It's just that if we're going full sex club..." "Say no more, dear lady," Portnoy interrupted, "And follow me." Taking us through the main grotto, we ended up in a partitioned area in the back of the warehouse. Portnoy began, "I've divided up this part of the club into various specialty rooms. I haven't decided what they all should be... Maybe Domina and her entourage can put their pretty heads and brilliant minds together and come up with some suggestions. But in the meantime, I've allocated a couple of rooms for those interested in their more...aggressive desires." The one room he showed us was spacious enough, and looked like it could easily hold twenty people if empty. The room's décor was minimal at best. There was no august marble flooring, or red satin sheets and silk pillows adorning the interior. The beauty and culture of Roman accouterments were thrown aside in favor of something far more Medieval. The floor consisted of nothing but smooth concrete—smooth enough for bare feet, but very cool to the touch. The walls were made of an ugly, dark gray brick—looking definitely dungeon-like. Spaced about every five feet or so along the walls were simulated oil torches. They twinkled an electric red at odd intervals, simulating flames, and provided the only meager illumination to the room. The ceiling was low, barely seven feet high. All in all, the low ceiling coupled with the dim lighting produced a claustrophobic atmosphere to the room, particularly when one compared it to the spaciousness of the main grotto. Various devices of bondage lay about the room, or hung from the ceiling and walls. Two St. Andrews crosses occupied the far corners of the room, each situated above a floor drain. A leather swing with stirrups was suspended in the middle of the room, along with trapezes doubling as makeshift suspension bars. All around the rooms interior were tables fitted with wrist and ankle restraints, and bondage benches with even more restraints. Walls were lined with shackles, and rows of every conceivable paddle, switch, whip, and cane. Spreader bars, leather and metal cuffs, hoods, collars, ball gags, pony gags, open mouth gags, and all other manner of individual confinement lay about the different tables and benches. There was even full-body, leather suspension cages in the other two corners opposite the crosses. Jackie opened one of the drawers of a table. It was filled with neat rows of dildos, vibrators, and anal plugs of all shapes, sizes, and colors. There were ten more drawers just like it in the room. "Holy fuck," Gloria intoned with awe, as she scanned the chamber. "What do you think we should call this room?" Karen asked, rhetorically, and with equal awe as Gloria. "The Caligula Grotto, perhaps," I said as a joke. "A capital idea, my dear sir," Portnoy uttered. Then upon further reflection, he continued, "In fact, we should name all of these specialty rooms after a particular emperor. We can put their names above each entrance. It would help organize things in a deviously clever way." Jackie asked, tongue in cheek, "Speaking of naming things after emperors, which one should we call you, William?" I balked at the suggestion. "Wait a minute, I don't want to get that deep into role playing." "Oh come on," Jackie whined, "You and Karen should each have a name. A proper, noble Roman name. Dominus and his Domina. Emperor and his Empress..." "Gods that walk among us mortals," Denise added quickly while lifting an eyebrow, and subtlety alluding to mine and Karen's special abilities. "I think it's a wonderful idea, Will." Karen nibbled at my earlobe, and said, "It would be fun." "Let's not get ahead of ourselves, we don't even have a name for the club yet." "Roman Wilderness," came a quiet reply. It was Gloria. Oddly, she was standing off by herself, absentmindedly fingering a suspension chain for one of the swings, while looking around at the other equipment. It was obvious she was captivated by the room. We all stared at her for some time, wondering who this person was, and what they had done with Gloria. Finally, Karen asked, "What did you say, baby?" "We should call the club, Roman Wilderness. It reminds me of a song I liked as a kid. I think it's fitting." She turned to face us, and smiled. "Just a thought." The others continued to stare at her, dumbfounded. I looked over at Portnoy, who was silently mouthing, 'Capital.' "Sounds like we have a name for our club," I muttered, almost to myself. Jackie finally injected some levity into the odd situation. Holding up a steel, cock cage, she quipped, "Oh, look at this. I haven't seen one of these since my second husband. Ah, the memories. Maybe we should put Willy's willy in something like this? It would make all of us ladies feel safer." Denise laughed, and said, "Not a bad idea, though it needs to be bigger." "A hell of a lot bigger," Karen added, laughingly. "So much amusement at my expense. Your Emperor is displeased. Twenty lashes with a wet noodle for the lot of you." "You direct those noodle lashes at my bare hoochie-coo while sticking that thick rod in me, and I'm..." "What's next on the agenda, Mr. Portnoy?" Karen interrupted, with only slight irritation in her voice. "There's another room similar to this, but with... More modern equipment, let's say. More electric devices and cages rather than manual as you see here. I even procured a couple of Sybian vibrators that should provide a wonderful torment when used in capable hands. The real plum for the other bondage den, though, is a full head, arm and leg stock." "A head, arm... Stock? What in the hell is that?" Gloria asked. "You've seen a medieval stock? Well, this is similar, but the stock itself is housed on a table and consists of two parts. The submissive first sits on the table with their legs extended forward. The first part of the stock is secured around their thighs. Then they are doubled over so that the second stock locks their wrists and neck in place. I'm told it's a most uncomfortable and humiliating treatment, and made more so because the submissive's derriere hangs over the edge of the table, thus adding to the effect. "Oh, Jackie, it sounds perfect for you," Karen intoned, musically. Karen ignored the look Jackie gave her, and added, "That room could be the Nero... No, on second thought, the Domitian Grotto. I never really cared for Nero. Even with all his cruelty, he was still a momma's boy." Portnoy smiled. "Quite. Well, we can look at that room later. Instead, let me show you the bathhouses." Tiled from floor to ceiling with white marble, the bathhouse had an open floorplan consisting of just long rows of shower heads all around the room. There were tiled benches below every other showerhead so that one could sit and soak—or do other things—under the spray. "There's another like this, just across the corridor. There's also a smaller annex attached to each shower area," he said, pointing to a smaller room behind us, "With toilets, bidets, sinks and a trough urinal. No stalls. Fully communal and unisex like the showers." "Speaking of which, I need to tinkle," Jackie commented. "So do I," Gloria seconded. As they walked off toward the toilets together, I commented, "Ah, the heady days of Rome. I can smell its historic aroma already. Communal toilets, something they never quite talk about in history books." Portnoy quickly added, "I put in more than adequate ventilation. I figure these bathhouses are much needed, and will be welcomed relief with so many guests exerting themselves, covered in a fine sweat, and other...stickiness." "Yes, an excellent idea all around, Rodney" I said. Karen turned on one of the showers. A forceful stream of warm water shot out onto the floor, and then ran to numerous drains in the middle of the room. A moist, warm vapor quickly filled the interior. Putting her hand under the spray, she closed her eyes in bliss, and said, "Mmm, warm water mixed with hot sex. What could be more luxurious?" Portnoy handed her a towel, and said, proudly, "If you like that Domina, you're going to love this. Come. Let me show you my pièce de résistance." It was a short walk from the bathhouses, and even before we saw his masterwork we could all smell the chlorine. There was already a wood plaque above the entrance, which read, 'Golden Grotto.' "I took the liberty of naming this room already," Portnoy said, "I hope no one minds." We descended a short way down blue-painted, concrete steps. When we got to the bottom of the landing, the room expanded up and out, away from us. At our feet lay the most enticing pool of water. Steam wafted off its surface, illuminated only by submerged lighting. There were no other lights in the grotto. The pool itself must stretch seventy-five to one hundred feet away from where we stood, and looked at least thirty feet wide. It was all lined by turquoise-colored tile. The walls above were gilded paper, and shimmered blue and gold from the lighting. High above us, the ceiling was painted jet black, with small splatters and speckles of phosphorescent paint to imitate a starry night sky. From behind us, we heard Gloria and Jackie say in unison, "Holy fuck." They had finally caught up. "Took the words right out of my mouth," Karen said. We all took a moment to catch our breath, and to marvel at it. Portnoy stood proudly with his arms folded across his chest, taking a well-deserved moment to admire his handy work, as well as listen to our awe-struck compliments. Finally, he broke the silence, "Given the number of members we'll have, I thought this better than hot tubs. It's a constant eighty degrees. There are two cooling showers on either side, one on this landing, and one on the other across the pool. It's a uniform four feet deep. Good enough so anyone can completely submerge and soak, but not too deep to make it an uncomfortable prospect for those who can't swim or for shorter members. It took quite an effort to retrofit the plumbing for this room, waterproof it, and add heaters, filtration, skimmers and the like. Much of our investment went here, but as you can see, I think it's worth the expense." "Holy fuck," Gloria said again. I was still in awe when I asked, "This is all magnificent, Rodney. But I still don't understand why you went to such expense and opulence? We could easily do just as well with half as much." A sad look crossed his face before he answered. "You don't see it, do you sir? None of you really do. I guess you're too close to it, or unaware of it. But I've traveled the world over, delving in all forms of its...sexual decadence. I seek it out, revel in it, swim in it..." Spreading his arms out over the pool, "I submerge myself in all of its passionate self-indulgences. I've been to orgies in Europe, Japan, Brazil, and even harems in Arabia. So many orgies, all exotic, all unique, and all in places where conventional Western moralistic scruples have become passé, and yet, never have I seen such continual, unabashed, wanton lust and fervor as I've seen at your parties. Bar none. I don't know how you do it, but in my eyes, you and Madam...I'm sorry, Domina...attain the perfection of absolute decadence." He finished with a slow wave of his hand, "Something that exquisitely perfect needs a proper home, and I have built you one." We all fought off the temptation to jump into the pool, and as we made our way back to the car, we stopped briefly to admire the main pleasure grotto again. Portnoy smiled as he looked around, and said almost as an afterthought, "I only wish we could have real marble for the walls. That would really bring out the Roman excess. It would be a terrible expense, though, to cover everything in marble." Looking up and around at the ceiling and high on the walls, I asked, "Speaking of excess, how much would it ruin the atmosphere you've created if we put up more than a few big screen TVs, or even smallish Jumbotrons like the ones in casinos, all about this area and in the various specialty rooms in the back?" Karen looked at me with narrowed eyes, and asked with a sly Mona Lisa smile donning her lips, "What are you thinking?" "A man once told me to go big. I'm going big." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* It was another two weeks making the changes to the club suggested by Karen and the others before we opened. I was happy for the additional time. It allowed us to get better organized. Actually, it allowed me the time to fully wrap my head around our new venture. Unlike myself, Portnoy was well ahead of the curve. It seems that over the past four weeks, in between converting the warehouse into a Roman pavilion, he had already been advertising the club to his many contacts, local, national, and international, as well as soliciting for members with advertisements in underground newspapers and on the internet. He even had a web site ready for launching. All he was really waiting for to complete the logistics was a name for the club, which Gloria had already brilliantly provided. We thought about printing membership cards, but disregarded the idea. They would be too easily counterfeited. Instead, we relied on a secure server and computer system where member's names could be quickly accessed when they bought admission. We charged an annual fee of a thousand dollars. The same amount I paid for that first vial of elixir—it seemed fitting to me. Each member, couple or single, was allowed to bring one guest, preferably female. Besides the membership fee, we also charged an admittance fee of one hundred dollars per person per visit. Only members and their guests were allowed to enter, and only with a reservation. Some would consider that a poor business model, to exclude so many potential customers by first charging a pricey membership fee, on top of limiting the number of attendees to 700 a night. However, you would be surprised how many people from all walks of life would scrap together enough money to buy membership into Roman Wilderness. When word got out about the events on opening night, we almost couldn't keep up with all the new applications that were submitted to the web site. To make things equitable to all members, we implemented a reservation system where each member could only reserve a slot one night out of a week. In this way, every member had the potential to enjoy the club at least once during the month. Naturally, overseas clients who happened to be visiting the States were admitted without reservation, at least for the first night. Young men and women having a particular body type, and who wished to be members but couldn't afford the luxury, could work for their fees as slaves of the club for a month. We required them to be clean shaven—face and body, alike. When working in the club, they were only allowed to wear a single, silver chain—loosely fitted around the waist for the women, and around the neck for the men. Besides providing certain services to the other members, the slave's main duty was after hours club clean-up. In any given month, the waiting list to become a Wilderness slave exceeded a thousand names. Karen and Denise assumed charge over the slaves, and would pick the fifty most suitable each month. Being the old softy that I am, I gave our friends free memberships. All those that attended that first orgy in my home became regulars, except for Jack, and most of them helped out with the nightly operations. Sara, with Jackie and Gloria's help, was particularly adept at organizing over-the-top sex games and contests for the other members. The club was open seven nights a week, from eight in the evening to four in the morning. In keeping with Portnoy's original idea, each night the first 580 reservations in line gained immediate access, while the 120 late-comers had to wait. These were let in two or three members at a time over the course of a couple of hours after the club opened its doors. I thought it excessively haughty to make paying customers wait, but Portnoy said it soothed his sense of equitableness. Why should the tardy be given the same treatment as those who showed punctuality? Besides, he'd say, it did his heart good knowing the slothful wealthy and powerful had to wait alongside the great unwashed. Each day, rain or shine, the line would begin to form starting around four. The gathering of patrons was usually orderly. Most waited quietly in line, though some heated jostling did break out on occasion. After the first, such incident, Portnoy hired four, very fit and very large men, ex-military types, to keep order while everyone waited for the doors to open. Every evening was a packed house, and surprisingly, many more showed up than had reservations. I guess they were hoping beyond hope that there would be a cancellation, or that a member would unexpectedly leave early, thus providing an opening. The Glommers, as Karen called them, were roped off separate from the others. Some of these weren't even members—Uber-Glommers using Karen's vocabulary. Even more surprising, Glommer and Uber-Glommer alike, stayed waiting right up until the club closed in the morning. On opening night, membership to Roman Wilderness stood at around 6000. By the end of the third month it was just under 40,000, and climbing. We had to stop taking applications at 50,000 members. Any more, and it would be too many people for too little club space even with the reservation system. At a thousand dollars a member, it was hefty sum of money to be sure, and unlike the gate receipts, which were subject to state and local taxes, the membership fees were deposited in an overseas account in the Caymans, sheltering it from any tax liability. Every week, gate receipts from the first two nights more than paid for the weekly overhead. Most of these costs went to cleaning the satin coverings and pillows in the main pleasure grotto, paying security, and paying a small team of techies for maintaining our web site, and another team for camera work—I'll get into that shortly. Overhead charges could have been less, but I wanted to provide libations for the members—a fairly inexpensive champagne, Bollinger Brut Special Cuvee, as well as a nice little Merlot and Riesling from Napa. No beer or harder alcohol was provided, and members were frowned upon bringing their own. Portnoy was worried about needing a license, but since everyone was an adult, and we were providing it free, there were no state or federal, bureaucratic entanglements. The wine was served by the slaves, Roman style, in metal goblets, and usually when the members were gathering in the main grotto after the doors were opened. Once everyone was in frenzy, there was very little drinking done—which cut down on costs. Membership and gate receipts aside, the real moneymaker was my idea, and the reason for the wide screen TVs—an adult, amateur web site. On any given night we had 700 willing participants, more than eager to be filmed. Husbands and wives, first-timers or experienced swingers, everyone eventually made it in front of the camera, and no one cared. And why should they? We live in the age of rampant sexual lasciviousness, and our cultural excesses showed no signs of slacking. Porn was mainstream now, and everyone wanted to star in their own movie at least once. Couples, married or otherwise, were already filming their bedroom antics with their phones and digital cameras, and dropping them on the internet or even putting them on their Freakbook page for all to see. Who cared anymore if someone you knew watched as you knelt in the middle of a bukkake circle jerk? If the moral busybodies and societal prudes weren't hypocritically doing it themselves while condemning it in others, they were longing to do it just the same. All anyone needed was the right incentive to become their very own porn star. The club and web site provided just such incentives. I hired five, semi-professional camera operators who were good at shooting porn on the go with a shoulder mount, and told them to film anything and everything they see. Besides a remote feed from the cameras to the numerous wide screens all over the club, the first weeks shooting became seed videos for our pay-per-view subscription site. New videos were added every week, subdividing them all into over fifty different categories of filth. Anything and everything was offered for any fetish imaginable—excluding scat and snuff, of course—and all for the reasonable fee of twelve dollars a month. Yeah, we undercut our competitors a little, which pissed them off to no end. Besides shooting the various activities in the main pleasure grotto, we would peel off a few of the more sultry and eye-appealing members that night for a special shoot. These went out on live feed all over the world. Eventually, we converted one of the back chambers into a mini-soundstage, and made a small production out of these special shoots, complete with direction, simple plots, and a few lines of dialogue for some of the members who could act. Jackie had a particular knack for spotting talent, and would pull them aside to shoot her own, special, high definition videos. It wasn't long before a Jackie O'Bannon production became a by-word to everyone, inside and out of the industry, for the sleaziest, raunchiest, most deviant true amateur adult, pay-per-view porn this side of Bangkok. Jackie had finally found her niche. We set up her material on its own, and charged triple our normal membership for just her HD's alone. We figured her material increased our pay-per-view membership by twenty percent. The web site took off better than I could ever dream. By the sixth month, subscribers numbered in the tens of millions, and all the proceeds were funneled into our Cayman accounts. When word reached us that swingers clubs and private parties all over the world exclusively showed our live feeds during their own festivities, we knew the popularity of our web site was unsurpassed. About a month into our newfound popularity, I had Portnoy begin setting up satellite clubs in most major cities worldwide. They were all connected via closed-circuit, digital video to our main club. Consequently, Karen and I, and our powers of persuasion, were with everyone. As such, all members from Paris to La Paz, Bangor to Beijing, fell under our complete control. As it turned out, the same effect occurred for those just using the pay-per-view sites, and was one of the reasons how our popularity increased at such an astronomical rate. One visit to a club as a guest, or one viewing of our web-site, was all it took for the unsuspecting to become hooked for life. All of this increased our membership rolls and subscription services a hundred-thousand fold, and the money continued to roll into our Cayman accounts faster than we could possibly spend given several life-times. I breathed a sigh of relief knowing that if and when I'm gone, Karen, Gloria, and Denise would never want for anything. The only real annoyance—and it was just an annoyance—from our increased popularity was the increased scrutiny from 'normal' society. As our fame grew, so did our exposure to the more pious in society, and many of those took immediate and great offence at our existence. It didn't help our anonymity that Karen and I did more than a few interviews with various magazines and newspapers, promoting the club and outlining our philosophy and opinion of changing culture mores. The ones we did for Maxim and Newsweek were real plums, and fomented us as leaders of a new, cultural vanguard. Now, an evening doesn't go by without the presence of more than a few protestors. There isn't much the societal scolds can do about us. They tried to pressure legislators to pass laws to shut us down, but since many of the state and city politicians were members of the club, nothing came of it. And none of them had the courage to confront us physically through violence or other acts of righteous terrorism. Mostly, they're relegated to standing across the street, holding signs, assaulting us verbally with empty and anonymous threats, and wailing in frustration like so many weak and impotent bullies, hoping we'll go away on our own. Not a chance. I'm having too much fun, and getting filthy rich in the process. Lastly, two things of minor note. After considerable whining and pleading from the women, I adopted Tiberius, second Emperor of Rome, as my club name. He wasn't as wickedly malevolent as some of the others, and certainly not filled with too much Roman virtue like Augustus or Aurelius. Plus, being the true patriarch to the era of Roman decadence to come, I thought it fitting. With that, Karen became my Vipsania, first wife of Tiberius, and the one he most deeply loved and cherished. When I first saw a bust of her on the internet, I was floored. Even though the tip of the nose was broken from the sculpture, I could see that Vipsania's likeness was the near spitting image of Karen—truly uncanny. Oh, and that last item? My cock stopped growing. I figured it stopped right after my last talk with Beetlesmith, when all was revealed. From tip to base, it finally settled down to a meaty, thirteen inches—lucky thirteen. When fully erect, the damn thing was as long and thick as my forearm, from fist to elbow. Maybe it was from not using the elixir, or maybe it was Asmodeus taking pity on me. Whatever the reason, I was happy it stopped growing—and so were the others, as their cunts dripped profusely every time they begged me to slide it through their primed and needy assholes. Heady days of Rome, indeed. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The limo was an exquisite ride, though a bit of an extravagance. Normally, I would drive us all to the club in my Range Rover, but tonight was special. Tonight was demanding indulgence and spectacle. Tonight was the first anniversary of opening night at Roman Wilderness. For the past month, all the woman had a hand in planning what would be a gala extravaganza. Attendance was restricted. Only the crème de la crème of the club's membership from around the globe received an invitation. Karen and Denise sat across from Gloria and me in the limo. All three deeply inhaled the heavy scent of newly polished leather, and sighed. Decadence, along with newfound fortunes, has its rewards. I told the driver to take it slow as we exited the expressway into the city. I wanted us to arrive fashionable late. Plus, I wanted to enjoy the complimentary twelve year old Macallan for as long as possible. The four of us were all dressed in typical Roman fashion of the club, a short, white tunic with a purple sash, covered by a more expansive purple wrap of the toga. Gloria was the exception. She wore a purple tunic and sash along with the colored toga—or stola as is the case for women. We kept the dress fairly simple for the members, although there was a hierarchy to it all. Everyone in the club wore a short tunic—all white. The more powerful or well-healed members could pay for the privilege and prestige of an additional white toga, as a cover for the tunic. These were also white. If you were part of the upper echelon of the club, the white tunic had a colored sash. The togas of the upper echelon are also colored, which also separated us from the other members. Tonight, we all wore purple. The presence of a colored sash was a signal to the other members that permission needed to be asked for, and granted, by the wearer, before engaging in any sexual activity. As such, a male member couldn't just pull Denise or Jackie off the dais and start skull fucking them like he could any other member. If one of my ladies wanted to totally disrobe, she wore the sash around the waist so no 'accidents' would occur, and accidents came fast and furious early on in the club's history, before the system was implemented. Punishment for taking liberties with one of my entourage without permission was total banishment from the club. Gloria, because her whole tunic was colored, was totally off limits to the other male members of Roman Wilderness. No exceptions. The continuality of the act, using Beetlesmith's words as it relates to her virginity, needed to stay intact. I was the only male allowed to have any type of sexual contact with her. She could, of course, take a female lover, but Gloria is even more hetero than Jackie. So, more times than not, she needs my undivided attentions, which, most times, were extremely divided. As a consequence, and as I predicted so long ago, her 'monogamy' to me was causing her problems, and she increasing sought refuge in the Caligula Grotto to dispel those...difficulties. As I sipped at my drink, enjoying the ride, I felt Gloria's hand squeeze my thigh. I was going to take it into mine, but I felt her finger languidly tracing the outline of my flaccid cock through my tunic. She did all this as she stared blankly outside her window at the passing city scenes. I looked over at Karen and Denise, who stared with reserved amusement at Gloria's playful fingers. They just smiled at me and shrugged their shoulders. We were all getting used to Gloria's, sometime detached behavior, and without further comment we went back to our scotch. After a while, Karen asked, "How should we start things tonight, my love?" "Same as we've been doing, slow and steady. Let's not push too hard right off, but we should see to it everyone enters, 'Anything Goes,' territory rather quickly." Saying as she cocked an eyebrow, "Anything goes?" I knew what she meant with that whimsical brow. "Yes, my love. You've earned it." She smiled at Denise and they kissed briefly before Karen began humming to herself. I love it that I can make them wet with such little effort. As we turned onto the street for the club, I heard the driver say with some alarm, and slowing the limo, "Sir, we may have some trouble ahead." Looking past the driver, I saw two large crowds gathered on either side of the street. The crowds on our right were the members waiting to enter the club. The crowd on our left was less organized, consisting of the usual assortment of social busybodies, protesting clergy, and third wave feminists, as well as their meddling congregations and adherents. All complete with painted signs and loud, verbal scorn. In days past, they'd be spitting their derision at each other, and leaving most of us alone. Now, with Roman Wilderness as their common enemy, they've became strange, protesting bedfellows—the enemy of my enemy is my friend, as the Arabs say. "It's nothing," I assured the driver, "We see this every night. Just pull up in front of that red pylon on the right." "It's like the opening scenes of Two-Thousand and One," I said to the others. "All that's needed is a watering hole and a jaw bone of an ass to beat the other tribe with. Speaking of ass, look who's here, the good Reverend himself is even attending." Karen put on her Medusa face and began swearing when she heard the news, "Goddamned, weasel-dicked cocksucker and his brain-dead mob. Doesn't that goat humping fuck face have anything better to do than make an asshole out of himself?" "Other than fucking goats, I'd say he's good at pissing you off." "Funny," she said, sarcastically. "Can't you do something about this?" "What's to do? It's a free country. As long as he and his hoary horde stay on their side of the street, nothing can be done." Members were already filing into the club as our limo pulled up. I first spotted the two security guards dressed in tuxedos, flanking either side of the entrance. There would be two more inside. Once most of the guests had entered, they'd mainly watch the emergency exits. "Oh, there's Darcy and Gabby," Karen noted. They were in full Roman regalia talking with the waiting members in turn. Darcy was carrying a PalmPilot and checking for each member's reservation. If someone was in line but not on her list, Gabby would pull them aside and have them wait with the other Glommers. The great thing about Gabby, although she barely topped five foot two, no one would fuck with her. Especially after hearing her rain the vilest expletives down on their heads, all shrouded in that husky, whiskey voice of hers. 'Peckerwood' and 'fuck-stick' were commonly heard above the din of the waiting throng, as she yanked another Glommer out of line. Heady days of Rome? Well, at least the heady days of West Virginia hill folk when it came to Gabby. Sure enough, I saw Gabby crook a finger at a couple, and then pull them out of line to stand with the other uninvited. These Glommers were easy to spot. They weren't even wearing a toga or a tunic. "Glommers or Uber-Glommers?" Denise asked, rhetorically. "Uber. Definitely Uber," Karen answered, shaking her head. "Could the morons at least make an attempt to show up in costume?" There was a sudden influx of noise that invaded the interior of the car as the driver opened the door to get out. The protestors across the street were in full derision and high dungeon, producing an unceasing mingled roar of verbal fire and brimstone. "Just ignore them," I reminded everyone. When the driver opened our door, I stepped out and into a roar of cheers and acclaim erupting from our side. Shouts of, "Tiberius! Tiberius!" from the waiting members echoed off the buildings and pavement, drowning out the frustrated protestors from my ears. When I offered my hand to Karen, the crowd erupted still louder as she exited the limo. "It never fails to inspire, doesn't it, my love?" she said, close to my ear. I kissed her a reply, as the continual roar became near deafening, and they continued to chant, "Tiberius! Vipsania!" as the four of us made our way to the entrance. Calls from the left of me, "Tiberius, hear us, hear us! Pick us," I ignored. They were the last pleas for mercy by the uninvited, attempting one last time to worm their way inside. As we entered, two slaves worked the counter of the greeting area, taking the members credit cards for payment in turn. Two slaves worked the hatcheck, taking coats, wallets, or small purses with credit cards and other valuables from the members. The slaves would relay a check number to the member, and it was up to the client to remember their number. We found out this system was better than handing out a numbered slip. I recognized one of the hatcheck slaves. She was coming to the end of her tenure, and had an inexhaustible love for double teaming. Karen and I had played with her quite often. "Are things running smoothly, Turtledove?" I asked her. Turtledove wasn't her real name, of course. Each time a slave entered into a contract with the club, they were given a new identity by Karen and Denise. After twelve months and 600 odd slaves passing through our doors, it was becoming hard for the two women to come up with anything original, let alone Roman. "Oh yes, very smooth, Dominus. There's high excitement tonight." Turning to the other slave checking coats, I commented, "I can't seem to recall who you are." "This is Anonna," Karen answered. I smiled at her, and then asked, "Anonna, such a lovely name for a lovely girl. How long have you been in my service?" "Just over two weeks, Dominus." "Two weeks? Then why haven't I seen you?" Gloria giggled an answer, "Denise has been hording this one for herself." Denise turned a brilliant red, and said to Gloria in a harsh whisper, "Snitch." I laughed. "Well, that's all right then. We all have our weaknesses. But perhaps you shouldn't be so greedy. Share her with us sometimes." "Yes Dominus," Denise said with down-cast eyes. I took another look around at the entrance hall before leading everyone into the club. Members were filing by in an orderly fashion, making sure to introduce themselves to me and Karen before entering the main grotto, which, after minimal debate, was renamed the, 'Tiberius Grotto.' A decorative, gold leaf sign bearing my name hung above the wide entrance. Also on the walls of the entrance hall, and prominently displayed as a warning to all, were the pictures of twenty, or so, ex-members, and details of their crimes. Most of these were ones who tried to take liberties with my entourage without permission. However, seven of them did the unpardonable acts of attempting to bring in underage children, trying to deal drugs, or just coming to the club in possession of drugs. Although libertarian on drug issues myself, I didn't need to give the authorities an excuse to exercise warrants. In any event, pederasts and druggies alike were banished without hesitation. As we entered the grotto, a loud din from the gathering members filled the great hall. Most were standing in small groups and conversing as they waited patiently for the events to begin. Numerous slaves shuffled about with trays laden with goblets of wine for the assembling throng. As always, when Karen and I entered the main grotto, the last movement of Beethoven's fourth piano concerto was played as a signal of our arrival. It was ritual that Portnoy began, and although clashing with the Roman atmosphere of the club, the music was still apropos. Everyone stopped what they were doing when they heard the music. Members and slaves alike, turned in our direction and presented themselves with a short bow. A tip of the head and a raised arm from us allowed everyone to resume what they had been doing. With the perfunctory greetings concluded, Denise and Gloria peeled away and walked ahead of Karen and me toward the dais. It was then I spotted a new slave standing with a tray full of filled goblets and looking around as if unsure of what to do. She was a cute young thing with large heavy breasts and wide hips. Her face was round and cherub-like, and perfectly framed by a short, brunette mane. She froze like a statue when she saw me approach her. "You're new," I said to her. She stood silently, doe-eyed and stiff. At least she didn't faint. "Tell the Emperor your name, dear," Karen prodded, as she took a goblet from her tray. "Slut, Dominus," she answered. Then pushing the tray closer to me, she asked, "Wine?" As I took an offered goblet, Karen explained, "Over my objections, Denise engaged her services earlier this afternoon. I think she's too chunky to be a Wilderness slave. Don't you?" Karen's words nearly shattered the poor thing, as she turned her tear-filled eyes downward, and shivered uncontrollably where she stood. Placing a gentle finger under her chin, I lifted her face to meet mine. Then staring her in the eyes, I said, earnestly, "On the contrary, I think she's perfect." She heaved a great sigh and beamed a great smile, and then turned beet red from my gaze. "Such a way you have with the young ones," Karen noted. Then touching the young slave on the shoulder, said, "Forgive my harsh words, Slut. Besides all my best efforts, it would seem Tiberius has taken a liking to you. Maybe you should attend to us this evening. Stand at the base of the dais and be ready to fetch wine and other things for us when we call. Can you do that?" "Oh yes, Domina! Thank you!" "Now, finish handing out wine to our guests, and then make your presence seen at the dais." "Of course, Domina." "I knew she would catch your eye," Karen said, as the slave scampered off. "You know me too well." Karen and I climbed the steps of the dais to our 'thrones.' As we settled into our chairs with Gloria flanking my left and Denise on Karen's right, I'd always take this moment to scan the great hall and look over my domain. That same feeling washes over me. The one I had at the dinner party when I first took the elixir, when I felt like an Emperor having absolute dominion over all. Except now, it wasn't a feeling. It was reality. I had become that personification of absolute power, and I've learned to exercise that power with impunity. Besides the members and the slaves, the cameramen I'd hired were also milling around the main grotto, checking equipment, filming some of the members as they conversed and drank. Their images were transmitted to the wide screens that lined the great hall. In the center, supported above from the ceiling was a moderately-sized Jumbotron having screens on all its sides. The live feeds were always projected on the big screen. More than a few members were already engaged in heated encounters, and their antics were being projected on the wide-screens for everyone to watch. Images of one enterprising young lad with his face buried between a mature woman's buttocks as she sipped from a goblet. An older gentleman, probably her husband, walked up and offered her his cock to play with. She stroked it lovingly as they kissed. Images of a black couple and a paler friend made their way to a wide-screen. She was being spit roasted between the two. A slave stood above her with a towel at the ready. Sure enough, their paler friend pulled out of her mouth and jerk a heavy load across her beautiful face. The slave was quick to wipe her off with the towel. Still other images of three couples in a daisy chain, alternately arraigned—boy, girl, boy, girl—each with their faces buried deep between the others legs. There were many Doms—male and female—leading their submissives—male and female—around on leashes. It was rare that the disciplinarians would make themselves noticed so early in the evening. I watched one particular well-formed sub being led on a leash toward a man seated on one of the low platforms Karen insisted upon. Her ass, which wiggled seductively as she crawled, was a breathtaking sight. The seated man flipped his tunic up exposing his rock-hard cock to the sub. Once she was in front of him, all I could see was her head bobbing up and done into the man's lap. Her Dom lovingly petted her hair, as he and the seated man talked. Karen also noted the early encounters, and commented, "The fire won't need much kindling tonight." "Well, it is special. Let's push enough to send it into the stratosphere, but nothing more." "Controlled anarchy?" she said with suspicion, and a slight smile. "Indeed. More Eyes Wide Shut, and less Clockwork Orange. I don't want another dungeon incident." "Why is Kubrick on your brain lately?" "He just is." "Well, more Spartacus, and less Full Metal Jacket from you," she said as a counter. Then thinking for a moment, she cocked her eyes up and to the right in that fetching way I love, and began talking in a horrid Asian accent, "On the other hand. Me so horny. Me love you long time. Me fucky, fucky long time." Finishing with a smile, she added, "Maybe just a touch of Full Metal Jacket, after all." "Touché, my love." "We're still on course for anything goes, however. Correct? Anything goes?" "You are such a slut, my love." "Anything for you, my love" she said, and smiled. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted Portnoy climbing the dais steps, and said in hushed tones to no one in particular, "Fuck. Here he comes." Even after all Portnoy had done for us, building the club, soliciting the clients, as well as making us wealthy beyond the dreams of avarice, Karen still didn't trust him. She viewed any interaction with him with displeasure, and when she couldn't avoided the man, she took great pride ridiculing him to his face. As he came into earshot, Karen did her usual, crass greeting, "Poindexter. How are things? Still stiff, hard, and unrelieved?" He ignored the insult, and answered, "Very well Domina. Things are always well when I'm in your service." I asked him, "Where do we stand on attendance, Rodney?" "Nearly to the five-fifty. I'd say another twenty minutes," then handing me a stack of papers he was carrying, said, "Invoices and balance sheets that need your perusal and your signature, Dominus." "Does it have to be now?" I commented with annoyance. "Forgive me Dominus, but this is about the only time I get to see you. You're rarely here after closing." "You know you can drop by my home at any time. You're practically family. We can settle the accounts there." "I wouldn't think of disturbing you and Domina in your leisure." Karen suddenly jumped into the conversation, "Besides, you probably have more important things to attend to on your off times, like frequenting city playgrounds and molesting little girls. Or is it little boys?" "Vipsania, behave," I chided her, as I looked over the papers. Ignoring me, Karen continued her torments, "Really Portnoy, what do you do for fun...for release, after standing around all night with that hideous woody you never attend to?" Portnoy answered, oily, "My supreme pleasure comes from attending to your needs, Domina. It is more than enough reward." Karen was about to make another snide comment, but I cut her off, "Enough!" As I continued looking over the ledgers of our operating expenses, Portnoy commented, "Oh before I forget, the President of France sent you and Domina those gifts you requested. They just arrived this morning." "Gifts?" "Yes, the Pissarro and Gauguin you had your eyes on." Several months ago, I took the ladies on a two week vacation to Monaco. It was our only break from the club for the past year. Toward the end, we spent some time in Paris, and visited the Louvre. It was there that Karen fell in love with the paintings. The President is a club member, and I happened to tell him about Karen's affection for the art when he last visited the States. "How did he get the Louvre to part with them?" I ask with astonishment. Portnoy shrugged his shoulders. "I guess when one is president you can accomplish the impossible." "I'll have to thank him personally." "He'll be visiting the States for a week next month and asks if you'll reserve space at the club for him and his entourage during his visit." "Done!" Turning to Karen, I asked, "Did you hear?" "Yes!" she said, her eyes alight. "A magnificent gift." I smiled, and added, "A magnificent *anniversary* gift to you, my love." She stared at me, dumbfounded before tears streamed down her cheeks. Then she grabbed my head, kissing me hard and long in thanks. It does my heart good seeing her happy. I went back to the ledgers as Karen heaved a contented sigh, and began whispering to Denise about the gifts. When I got to the last page showing the month's net balance, I just about choked. Looking up at Portnoy, I asked with even more astonishment than before, "Are these figures correct?" I showed the bottom line to Karen, making her still watery eyes go large as she mouthed a silent, 'Wow!' "Net profits from the previous month. Yes, Dominus. Most from our pay-per-view ventures." "My God, how many subscribers do we have now?" "As of last week, well over half a billion." "And how many villas in France will your fifteen percent buy?" He smiled at first, then said, "I told you the club was an exceptional investment, Dominus" I quickly signed where I needed to and handed back the papers, saying, "I'll transfer your commission into your accounts the first chance I get. Thank you, Rodney." Portnoy bowed, and said as he walked down the dais stairs, "I'll see where we stand on attendance." As Portnoy climbed down, Jackie climbed up—ships that pass. Besides becoming one of the better producers of amateur pornography, Jackie was also the club's demented, Mistress of Ceremonies. She was beautiful as ever. Disregarding the traditional tunic, she wore only an ankle-length, sheer skirt, a thong underneath, and a colored sash draped around her waist signifying she was upper echelon. Brazenly, she wore no top, allowing her large breasts to stand out firm and proud—firm like ripe fruit, and just as succulent. Jackie being Jackie, however, couldn't help doing something completely off-the-wall and silly, as she also wore a hideous orange wig, similar to that sported by Cassius, the orator of the Colosseum, from the movie Gladiator. As she knelt at my feet, Karen remarked, "Jackie, would you please take off that ridiculous wig." "No. Everybody expects me to wear it as Mistress of Ceremonies. Especially tonight." Seeing the glare Karen continued to shoot at her, Jackie pulled the wig off, and sighed an exasperated, "Oh, all right." Then turning to me, she asked, "Will...I mean Tiberius, do you remember Lydia?" "Of course. How could I forget?" Lydia was one of our special members. She was a big girl with long, straight blonde hair, round face, big blue, pining eyes with long black lashes, and very heavy breasts to match her smooth, protruding belly. She wasn't what I would consider morbidly obese, but she did fall well into big, beautiful woman territory. Her weight could have been a problem with some of the more stuck-up members, and they could have made life at the club difficult for her, except for the fact that she had a particular insatiable appetite for cock. Any cock. Any size, any shape, any color, anywhere. She was always hungry, and always very good. It goes without saying that given her talents, her dance card was always filled, preferring to take on the men two at a time—one from the front and one behind. One member made the mistake of calling her ménage a, 'true spit roasting pig roast,' in my presence. I was so incensed by her cunty attitude, I lost control of myself and fried her brain. I felt a little bad about it afterwards, seeing that she needed to be committed to a sanitarium not long after. I hear her prospects at getting better are diminishing, as she continues babbling nonsense to this day. On the plus side, however, I still use her as an example for the other holier-than-thou cunts and pricks, to keep their insipid thoughts to themselves, and their pious mouths shut. Well enough of that, and back to Lydia. How good was she at cocksucking? She nearly swallowed me without choking. It hasn't been all peaches and cream for me. Ever since my cock inflated to its present size, I finally had to give up on those sloppy blowjobs I loved so much. The ones where the woman seats your hard cock deep in her throat as copious amounts of her drool slather it thickly, and drip off it profusely. Yep, those went bye-bye until Lydia. She didn't quite get me all the way in, but she got me in enough to where I felt it was close to the old days with Karen again. Jackie put a hand on my knee, "I wonder if you could do me a favor? I've been thinking of showcasing Lydia's special talents with one of my special productions since we don't have enough BBW stuff on the web-site. Lydia is really jazzed to do it, and we thought it would be extra special if you leant us your...special services for a while." She said that last part while gently palming my cock though my tunic, and almost making it stand at attention. How could I refuse after that? "Sure. Just get with me when you're ready, but not too soon." "Great! I'll go tell her," Jackie said as she bounded back down the stairs, and all while putting her wig back on over Karen's continual, shouted objections. "Another special production?" Karen asked dryly as she continued to watch Jackie walk away. "She likes me." Karen thought for a moment, and then asked, "May I be in a special production of my own? I would like you to attend, but not participate." She had that look on her face, the one that, so long ago, inflamed and chained my desires to her. I smiled back, saying, "Anything goes, my love." With a satisfied smile donning her lips, Karen was about to sit back in her chair when she caught sight of the slave we met earlier, standing at the bottom of the dais. "Slut," she yelled, "Come here!" As the slave reached the top of the dais, she asked, "Yes Domina?" Handing her an empty goblet, Karen commanded, "More wine. Make it the Bollinger. My love? More wine?" "The red, please, Slut." Karen continued to ask around, "Gloria?" "The Bollinger sounds yummy." "Denise?" Denise asked the slave, "Is there a white other than the Bollinger?" "I think so, Domina." "I'll have that." "Off with you, Slut," Karen said to her with a backhanded wave, and then she went back to scanning the comings and goings of the grotto. Ah, it's grand being Emperor and his entourage. I casually mentioned, "I haven't seen the Grants. I've seen the other regulars, but not them." "They're here, I saw Lisa with Barbara earlier," Karen answered. "Still hanging with Barbara? Are they still fucking their daughter?" Karen smiled, then said, "Not so much since we made them members. Lisa and Darcy usually hang together once things start going." "Ah, they must still be on that quest for the perfect load, in both texture and taste." "And that's all they really do. Suck, swap, and swallow. I think it's weird." "Meh, everyone needs a hobby." The slave was back in short order with our wine. "Will there be anything else, Domina?" "No, Slut. Just remain at hand if I need you." As the slave went back to her place at the bottom of the dais, Karen continued scanning across the grotto. Searching for someone in particular, her noggin swiveled about like a dashboard bobblehead in a car careening down a washboard road. Not finding who she sought, she asked, with just a tinge of panic in her voice, "Gloria, are you sure you sent out invitations to the Virgins?" "Yes Domina," Gloria answered as she rolled her eyes. As with BBW Lydia, the Vestal Virgins were also special associates of the club. Back in the days of ancient Rome, the Vestals, usually numbering two, were priestesses of the goddess Vesta, who saw to the good fortunes of Rome. Besides ensuring the continual burning of the sacred fire, the Vestals took an absolute vow of chastity, freeing themselves from any obligations to children, family, or any other mundane, earthly pursuits. Our Vestals were anything but virgins, and it was kind of a twisted joke that only Karen could conjure. They were a pair of very flamboyant transsexuals—real Las Vegas panache—always wearing elaborate headdresses that would make Carmen Miranda blanch—though I will say, always in the style of Rome. Often times, their little outfits consisting of just a bra and small panties, were adorned with peacock or rooster feathers, and it was all loosely covered by a golden robe signifying they were high priestesses of the Vestals. They showed up at the club one day looking for a cheap entrance into the club. Karen took one look at them and made them regulars on the spot—free membership and admission, as well as a monthly stipend. They've been fiddling with some of the male and female members ever since. Given their feminine features, it was easier for the bi-curious husbands to taste the waters of their wild side with their wives, and not feel they're going, 'full tilt boogie,' gay. Although not my kink, I found them quite alluring in an overly painted, coked-up Kathleen Turner meets Jane Lynch, sort of way. They were, indeed, feminine, having all the right curves. It was only if you stared at them long and hard enough did you begin to notice a trace of masculinity in their lovely faces. "Oh, there's Ronda," I heard Karen say, "But I don't see Tiffany." Way in the corner of the grotto I saw her in full priestess regalia, already mingling with two couples. The wives were on their knees passing her cock back and forth between them, while the husbands played with her breasts and kissed at her neck. Tiffany made her appearance a few moments later, walking into the grotto from the back rooms—probably visiting the bathhouses. She wore the golden robe of the Vestal with nothing underneath, along with a gaudy, Roman headdress. Being well-endowed, more so than her partner, she liked to show off her naughty bits, early and often. So if the robe stayed on it would remain open. "There's Tiffany," I said to Karen, pointing her out. "Oh good," Karen said, relieved. I noticed one of security guards from the main entrance making his way to the back in order to cover the emergency exits. It was a sure sign the first 550 members had entered the building. Spotting Portnoy, he gave me the 'thumbs up.' "It's show time," I said, as I took Karen and Gloria by the arm. A recording of trumpeters blared through speakers, as all four of us walked to the edge of the dais. The brief trumpeting was Karen's idea, and signaled to the members to stop any activates they were engaged in, put tunics back on if need be, and turn their attentions toward the dais. Some members were caught in the back of the club, and came scrambling into the grotto quickly finding a place to stand along the perimeter of the throng. When the four of us came into full view of everyone, a chorus of cheers erupted. "Tiberius! Tiberius!" was shouted over and over, producing a near deafening roar as their voices reverberated off the walls. "It never fails to inspire," Karen said, trying to make herself heard above the mingled roar. "Never," I answered, then raised my hands to quiet the crowd. "Good citizens. As your Emperor and host, along with my lovely wife the Empress Vipsania, and my two wards, the Ladies Gloria and Denise, we say welcome to this most auspicious and august occasion of the year; the first anniversary of Roman Wilderness." I waited for the cheering to die down. "Out of all our many tens of thousands of members, you alone have been invited to help in our celebration. For thanks, my entourage and I ask only one thing of you... Let yourselves go. Be unburdened by the world at large. Don't hesitate to taste those forbidden desires that have long been denied you by the prudes of society. If you do this for us, then this will be a night long remembered." I paused briefly to let the laughter, excited babble, and overall tittering and anxious mirth to die down. When all eyes were trained on me once again, I raised my hands, and shouted, "Let the festivities commence!" A loud, collective sigh rose up as everyone lay on the red satin all at once. "Ready my love? Focus on the tunics with just a gentle push." An unusual problem presented itself early on in the days of the club. How to put all the members of the club in frenzy without affecting service personal in the same manner? We had security guards, cameramen, and even slaves, who needed to perform their duties without being in a perpetual sexual fog. Comparable to my first attempt in inducing group psychokinesis, where I focused my mental powers on the guest's wine glasses, Karen and I would focus our powers on the tunics of the members. That's all it would take, at least for me, lude and lascivious thoughts directed at an ordinary tunic. Once done, the whole hall trembled from one loud, protracted moan. For the rest of the evening, I would occasionally feel a soft tingle in my gut, as if a current was moving from me or through me, but that would be all. Karen kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I don't think I've ever felt it this intense with anticipation and pent up erotic tension." "That's why I want a slower, gentler push." Metheny's *Au Lait* softly played over the loud speakers, given the grotto a dream-like, macabre quality of a Poe masquerade. Because of our gently prodding, most of the members fell into a nice languid rhythm, lying on their sides in the traditional sixty-nine position—cunts and cocks, fingers and mouths, all in perpetual motion, while their bodies rested listlessly on the mats. . This was actually one of my favorite parts of any Wilderness get together—the startup—it's what I always imagined it was like in Ancient Rome. And Jackie was right about the tunics. Such a wonderful sight to see all the pretty young maids, or the mature ones for that matter, flip up the tunic of a fine stud, and revealing that thing they most desired. Most times, they'd pause for a moment, running their fingers across his semi-flaccid meat, tickling his balls and making his sack clench. Then, with a brief lick of their lips, they would pull him in deep, sucking gently, but earnestly. Angelic expressions always donned their soft faces with eyes closed, nostrils flared, moist lips ringed tightly about the growing pole. They slide that muscle ever deeper, through their hungry mouths, and down...down...down into their tightening throats. Over and over, they repeated the pattern until it felt ripe in their mouths. Then pulling back to expose the cock to their perusal, the maidens would stare at it, longingly, and admiring their handiwork at making it stiff and slick. Playfully they'd blow on it with cherry red, pursed lips, or nuzzle it with a nose, kiss it and lick it, work their playful mouths down its shaft to finally kiss, lap, and suck at his swelling balls, all while lovingly cradling the hard cock to a cheek. Then up the pole they'd go, gently licking and kissing throughout that sensual traverse. Once at the apex, again, they'd open wide and pull him back in—deep, deeper, deepest—working him in until the cock was fully seated inside. Then, while holding him fully inside their lovely throats, their curious noses would lewdly tickle his balls until his sack wrinkled as it tightened snug against the shaft. It was the same with the men as they serviced the women. With the folds of the women's tunics riding high, exposing their well-formed, and plump globes to my view, the men would sink their faces deep between their thighs and gorge themselves on the musky sweetness of their partner. Seeing the women spread their legs wider, inviting the men deeper, the noses of the men tickling the fare ones' openings as they plied cleaver lips and tongues to their hardened pebbles. Hard hands and fingers running rampant across their buttocks, pulling that dark cleft open so that they can massage that tight ring with a digit or three. Then, at fever pitch, when, at last, she can tease his tightening balls with that playful nose of hers, he'll brand her asshole with his tongue, setting the couple alight. Then, a great heaving of the throng would occur, as pairs moved *en masse* toward dominance, one on top of the other—man on top, or woman, it made no difference. The woman on top I found the most erotic. Most came off their man's slickened cock, and left it unattended as they sat upright while shifting their hips and bottoms about. Back and forth, to and fro, they ground their drenched cunts against the faces of their lovers, forcing his tongue deeper into their holes. The men complied with eager enthusiasm, wrapping their arms around her thighs to hold, grip, fondle, and roughly massage each of her buttocks, helping her to smear their faces with her arousal. Digging their tongues ever deeper into any hole, the men licked, lapped, and sucked her sweet nectar. Then, shifting chaotically between canal and clit, they feverishly worked their wet lips and mouths against all of her damp flesh. Quickly, the final moments arrive where the men's pleasurable toil meets bliss. Pushed into frenzy by their partners, the women utter a great, collective sigh just before they throw their mouths fully onto their partner's waiting cocks, and suck on his quivering meat as if it were their life's essence. "That should be enough pushing, my love," I said to Karen. "Are you sure? I can still feel so much needfulness and want left untapped." "They'll get their on their own. Remember, more Eyes Wide Shut." Sitting back in our chairs relaxed we watch it all with relaxed attention, shifting our views fluidly between the actors themselves to the selected offerings of the cameramen on the wide screens above us. God, the women were hungry. Hungry for bliss, hungry for ecstasy, hungry to show their men how much they desire them, how much they need to taste them, and to pleasure them. Filled with unbridled needful want—to use Karen's term—to show the men they were deserving of that rich, creamy reward. For some, their mouths tightly grip the hard shaft as they suck until their cheeks are fully sunken and hollow. Their painted, ruby lips slowly slide from balls to glans along his slickened shaft. For others, their tongues and lips dance and kiss wildly at the glans, now grown swollen and full—the color purple in full bloom, ripe as a plum with nectar just as sweet and sticky. It flows out as a continual clear trickle. They sip and lap it up with relish. Feminine backs arch as they feel the great tide approach, and a delicate bow is formed, forcing their aching cunts off his face, and high into the air. It drips arousal as it hangs above him, taunting him to chase it ever higher. The men lift their heads to capture her dangling peach by their lips, and once captured, they roughly bite and suck at her little pebble while slipping one, two, or more fingers deep into her dank and drenched canal, or some even deeper into her tightened ring. Suddenly, a great stuttering moan rises from the grotto floor. The grand Sapphic, orgasmic splendor muffled only by the hardened tools still seated deep in their throats. They continue to feverishly work through the great flood, stroking and sucking along the shaft with abandon. The men slow their pace, knowing their partner has achieved Nirvana, and that they would soon be joining them. Then, here and there, some of the head bobbing slows, as the women match their man's languid rhythms. Moments later, the evidence of their partner's orgasm come—pun intended—stark and white, trickling out the corners of their mouths, sticky and thick, flowing down the still hard shaft and over their delicate fingers. Still other women, allowing their inner slut to run rampant, stroke the cock an inch or two from their opened mouths, producing and procuring long, thick jets of semen that plaster them about the face. Hungry slutty tongues swipe at the dripping cum, while their fingers continue to stroke more out of him...and more...and more still. Everyone was in spasm. Everyone was captured wholly within euphoric bliss of the moment. Karen smiled down at what we had wrought, and commented, "God, we are good." Denise asked, "Why always sixty-nine at the start, Tiberius?" "Care to answer her, my love," I said to Karen. "Tiberius and I find it to be the supreme depiction of pleasure without any regard for procreation. More so than butt fucking, I think. Sixty-nine is both giving and receiving pleasure, simultaneously. It's pleasure for pleasure's sake, alone. It's what makes us unique among all the animals of the world." \*\* We had reached free flight free-for-all. The point when the members were left pretty much to their own imaginations and desires. If Karen and I have done it correctly, it will be sublime anarchy for the rest of the evening without the risk of uncontrolled violence. Unlike the slaves, who we demanded to be fit and toned, we rarely discriminated against the physical traits or the sexual preferences of potential members. This made us unique among sex clubs. All were welcome as long as they could pay the annual fee. The super-rich to lower middle class, thin to not too fat, young to not too old, straight or gay, we accepted them all. There were, of course, a healthy smattering of the handsome and ravishing—gorgeous Georges and Janes. They were the jet setters and glitterati from around the world. Ones who would look right at home on any Hollywood sound stage. However, the majority of our members were just common folk like Karen and I. As such, because our members represent a wide and varying cross section of humanity, various subcultures, manifested themselves not long after the club opened. For example, gay members, mostly male, segregated themselves into a little clique of about ten to fifteen individuals, and set up shop in the Domitian Grotto. After a while, however, they requested their own room. I granted them their request, bequeathing a small room in the back that they equipped themselves through their own resources. They called it Pluto's Underground. There were also about six, hard-core dykes who mostly kept to themselves, but they weren't nearly as clandestine nor demanding of their own space as the males were. As a show of equitableness, I asked them if they would like their own room, as well. They politely refused, preferring, I think, to remain connected to the main club in order to pull unwitting wives into their Sapphic web of pleasure. So instead, they took over the Domitian Grotto after the gay males had moved on to more secluded horizons. Although I was accommodating, I really didn't care for the segregation, and told both groups to make an appearance in the Tiberius Grotto now and again, at least at the opening each night. They agreed, and did make their presence known on occasion, but it was mostly done to snag a slave for fun and games back in their lairs once the events had begun. After a while I gave up trying to coax them out, thinking them comparable to the criminal collegiums of ancient Rome, gangs who lived separate from the rest of Roman society, and keeping to their own affairs and counsel. It wasn't long after opening night when some members discovered Abstention Punishment, also known in the old days as the 'Will treatment.' These were individuals who would try the torturous undertaking of going as long as possible without orgasming. Much to my amazement, there were a fair number who relished this particular kink. So much so, we renovated another of the back rooms to accommodate them, lining up about eight bondage tables against the walls to be used as restraint platforms. We eventually named the room after the Emperor Elagabalus, who married Aquilia Severa, a true practicing Vestal Virgin. Both Emperor and wife lived a life of celibacy, up and until Elagabalus' assassination that is. As for our abstainers, slaves were provided to tease the devotees' genitals with ticklers or feathers, heightening the torment. The more limber enthusiasts would be put into ankle-to-wrist restraints; thus, opening themselves fully for any type of sexual teasing and torture. Now that the club had entered free-for-all, these various subcultures began to subdivide from the main gathering. As host, I would visit with all of these different subgroups at some point each evening, extending them my greetings and welcoming possible guests, but for now I sat back and watched sublime anarchy unfolding at my feet. So many interesting pairings are on display tonight. Sitting on one of the low platforms, a young woman is flanked on either side by two men. She has a leg each across their laps as she strokes their cocks, one in each hand. The men kiss, massage and suckle at her breasts in between brief nuzzles and soft kisses to her neck and mouth. Between her legs kneels another woman, who's servicing the dominant one's pussy. One of the men leans back and ejaculates. A powerful spurt arches through the air landing on the woman's thigh. The submissive woman comes off the Dominant long enough to suck the rest of his cum from his cock, before going back to feast on cunt. Her cum-covered lips and chin painting the Dominant's labia white. On one of the monitors, a young couple is fucking doggy. She was truly in heat, wildly gyrating her hips, and rapidly sliding her pussy along his cock. He didn't thrust, letting her do all the work. Only occasionally he'd spank her ass hard, spurring her to fuck him even faster and harder. After one such spank, she slowed her pace. A trickle of wetness runs down her thighs. Turning her head back toward the man, he leans forward, and they passionately kiss as she continues her slow fuck. My eyes shift back to the floor. I spot a mature couple about my age. He's propped up on one of the larger pillows, and she's straddling him in reverse cowgirl. Gripping her hips firmly, he vapidly and ravenously slams his cock up into her pussy. A second man, now standing alongside her, pushes his stiff member deep into her mouth. She sucks on him voraciously until he pulls out and strokes himself across her flush face. Heavy strands of cum drip off her face and onto her chest, as she sprays a heavy stream of ejaculate forward. My eyes continued to wander around, shifting from the events of the floor to what was highlighted on the monitors, and then back again. I finally sighted them, the twins. They were taking turns passing a sizable cock between them. The twins were a pair of precocious, very beautiful identical twin sisters who went by the club names Lucinda and Lucretia. Why they even bothered with names was a mystery, because no one could tell them apart. To make matters worse, they would always dress the same, use the same makeup and perfume, and wore the same hairstyles—usually one similar to what Miley Cyrus sometimes sported, closely cropped hair on both sides of the head, while allowing the longer hair in the middle to flop over to one side. The only way to tell them apart is that Lucretia wore a small diamond nose stud, whereas Lucinda did not—or maybe it was the other way around. They showed up at the club afterhours one day, seeing if they could work as slaves. I took one look at them and hired them as full-time courtesans of the court, and gave them a monthly stipend. It would be money well spent, for neither had an ounce of sexual inhibition or scruples, and both had the devil's own penchant for mischief. As would be expected of twins, they were inseparable, always playing together with the members they chose. Along with the upper echelon, they could deny sexual services to any other member, picking who they would play with, rather than other way around. If there wasn't a member they wished to play with at any given time, they would just play with each other. I tried to strongly encourage them to live up to the cardinal rule of the club—never denying someone anything—but they were steadfast in their persnicketiness. I never forced the issue. They were too valuable as club courtesans; although at times, their precocious mischievousness was sometimes more trouble than it was worth. The one with the nose stud, Lucretia, was taking the man's cock deep, as her sister intently watched. As soon as Lucretia pulled him out, Lucinda pulled him fully in. Back and forth they'd go, unvarying until the man finally came. They wouldn't share the prize, nor would they allow it to be wasted with garish facials. Whichever twin had him at the time the cock ejaculated, she would swallow him whole, and hold him there until he began to go soft. The cock always came out clean in the end—slickened and soft to be sure, yet clean. Spotting another member to their liking, they quickly scampered off, zeroing in on their next target. I didn't follow their movements, but said to Karen, "The twins are in a lively mood tonight." "Aren't they always? Have you ever played with them?" "No. You?" She shook her head. "I find their overt consanguineous relationship kind of creepy. That's why I don't do much with the Grants." "That's too bad. Lisa and Barbara are quite fun together. The mother-daughter antagonism provides a wonderful spice. I'm sure Lucinda and Lucretia can be just as dynamic, if not more so." Couple after couple were coming again, and even more intense than the first time. Male and female ejaculate was flying everywhere and landing on everything. They were all ramping themselves up on their own, and soon, couples would merge with other couples. Twosomes will become foursomes and more, and then the more exotic, sexual appetites would emerge. I commented with a laugh, "I think we did just right, my love. Though the slaves will have their work cut out for them cleaning up after tonight." "Just right, indeed, look at the big screen," Karen said, breathlessly. The image on the Jumbotron was going out as a line feed to all the subscribers of our website and to our satellite clubs. It was a close-up of a women, beautiful and petite, with strawberry blonde hair. I recognized her as one of the glitterati. The cameraman had set up a little bit behind and to the left of her head. A man, probably a glitterati as well, straddled her in the sixty-nine position. Based on the camera angle, all we could see was her lovely profile, head propped up on a pillow, and the man's smooth ass, shaved perineum, and clean, heavy balls hanging down inches above her nose. She had a hand on each of his thighs, massaging them sweetly as she licked and gently nipped all around his smooth balls with her lips. Her mouth wandered higher, as she laid gentle licks and kisses to his clean perineum, and then it wandered back as she slowly flicked that gentle tongue against his balls again. A hand came off his thigh, and she picked a large drop of his fluid from the tip of his cock with a delicate finger. Bringing to her mouth, she let the drop hang above her slightly parted lips for a moment. As the drop slide off her finger, producing a thin, clear, delicate thread hanging precariously between heaven and...well heaven, she put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it. With her now wetted finger she gently rimmed the man's anus as she licked at his perineum and nipped at his balls once again. Taking her other hand away from his thigh, she began slow stroking his cock as she continued kissing and licking his balls. It wasn't long before his balls went high and tight against his thick shaft. She never change rhythm or tempo, and just let her hands and mouth dance about him unvaryingly, soft and seductive, almost romantically. Another, larger drop of fluid formed. Picking this one off as she continued her slow stroking, she gently slipped that slickened finger deep into his asshole. Almost at the point where her finger was fully seated inside him, I saw his balls tighten again as great jets of cum shot out across her chest and stomach. When he rolled off her, she played with his cum for a bit. Picking some off her, and letting it hang off her fingers as thick strands before sucking it off. The man moved around and buried his face into her pussy, as another man replaced him in the choice spot, straddling her head as well. "That was amazing," I commented with a heavy sigh. "Maybe we should put her on the dole along with the Vestals and the twins. We could use her talents as a regular." I expected at least a small comment from Karen, but when I didn't hear anything, I turned to look at her. She sat trembling, staring intently into the grotto. Her hands tightly gripping the arms of the chair, as small beads of sweat formed on her face and forehead. In days long past, I would have thought she was deep in the throes of the 'elixir shakes.' Bending close, I whispered playfully in her ear, "Frenzy? Already? The evenings only just begun." She ignored my comment for the moment, and screamed, "Slut!" She then commented in a raspy tone, "You do this to me." "I may have pushed a little bit hard in your direction, yes." When the slave arrived, Karen lifted her tunic above her waste, sat on the edge of the throne and jutted her pelvis well forward. In a husky voice of full throated arousal, she commanded, "Eat me, Slut!" As the slave went to work, Karen said to me, "It's not fair you can do this to me, but I can't reciprocate." "All's far in love and orgies. Remember, you threw down the gauntlet tonight. Anything goes. Is it my fault I'm too powerful for you?" Kissing her hand, I added, "Though you have other ways of controlling me. With your smile, your laugh, a gentle kiss, and mostly with that look you sometimes radiate; the one that makes my brain soft and cock hard. The same look I'm seeing on your face now, and turning me into your devoted servant." Leaning over to me, she kissed me hard, and then huffed out, "God, I love you." She went back to staring at something in the grotto as the slave continued to work her tongue into Karen's pussy. I followed her eyes to see what held her in such salaciously, rapt attention. Close to the edge of the cushioned part of the grotto, right before the marble walkway, a very large and fit man was playing with two women. He was one of the muscle-heads—as I call them—well-toned body builder types, with broad muscular shoulders, massive arms and thighs, and washboard abs. The two women, a blonde and brunette, were laying on top of each other, face to face, wildly kissing. He pounded first into one pussy, and then into the other, alternating back and forth between them at regular intervals. The brunette I'd seen before, but the blonde was unknown to me. She looked remarkably like an actress I liked. "Well I'll be damned. Is that Charlize Theron?" I asked Karen. Karen wasn't listening. She wasn't even watching the threesome anymore. She was deep in the outer limits, and had eyes and ears only for Slut. Karen laced her fingers in the slave's hair, pulling the young one's mouth even tighter into her groin. "Look up at me Slut. Eat my cunt and look up at me. Oh yes. Oh, so pretty. You're so pretty...with your big brown eyes...that cute little...nose...and oh so...tender lips. Oh fuck me! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here it...Jesus fuck me twice!" Just before Karen's dam broke, Denise leaned close to her ear, "I told you it wasn't a mistake acquiring her. You owe me big." Karen only produced a deep rumble as thanks, and began curling up into a ball, bringing her legs up and her head down, as multiple, orgasmic waves washed over her. The sloppy, soggy sounds of Karen's ejaculate were loud and prolonged as the slave continued to work deep in Karen's pussy with a ravenous tongue and mouth. Finally, Karen's body relaxed. Tapping the slave on the head, she commanded weakly, "Enough tongue my slutty cunt. Fetch us more wine." Just as she was about to dash off, I said, "Wait. Come here, Slut." "Yes, Dominus," she answered, her face glistening from Karen's heavy arousal. "Just a kiss, my sweet." I tasted her and Karen. Drawing her in, she deepens the kiss. Opening her mouth wide, she sucks in my tongue with a greedy appetite. Her hands fidgeted about, exploring haphazardly across my tunic. When she finally finds my cock, she emits a sharp intake of air, as if pinpricked. Her eyes went wide and I felt her tremble as a large, unexpected wave slammed into her. Breaking off the kiss and taking her hands in mine and off my cock, I say, "Mmm, that's just a taste for now. The rest for later. My wife tastes wonderful on you. I hope to enjoy more of that tonight. Now go fetch wine." She just stood there a moment, wide-eyed and frozen like when we first met. Then snapping out of her trace, said, "Thank you, Dominus," and ran down the dais steps for more wine. Karen kissed my cheek, and reiterated, "You do have a way with the young ones." "Just the young ones? Not the mature maidens as well?" I asked, stroking her cheek lovingly with a finger. "Oh yes, those too. But we hide our desires better." Slut was back in no time with more wine. Karen sipped thoughtfully at her goblet as she went searching for the muscle-head, who was now lost in a sea of flesh. For myself, I went back to perusing the grotto floor for more entertainment. The white hot sexual torch of fathomless desire burned throughout the grotto, now. Members ramping themselves ever higher, exploring their darkest passions ever deeper. Ass fucking, double penetration and mixing things up with the Vestals were becoming more common. Rabid and ravenous gang bands along with bukkake cum baths, where one woman teases a gaggle of men for her perverted pleasures, were also developing across the floor. Such selfish sluts to horde so many cocks for themselves. Still, the women who found themselves temporarily without masculine companionship, found easy refuge indulging in the Sapphic, and if a phallus was desired, there were plenty of dildos and strap-ons to go around. Two such women were on a platform, bumping their behinds into each other as they shared a double-dong. They're heads turned so they could look at the other's face while they slammed their ripe bottoms together, pushing the dildo deeper into each other's cunt. It reminded me of that first night with Karen and Denise alone, and it made me hard. Others without male companionship were daisy chaining in small groups of three and four, eating each other slowly, gently, and oh, so, sweetly in ways only women who love pussy can. Although the all-female group orgies were erotic, I preferred watching mixed couples and groups, and so I continued to scan the grotto floor for fun to my liking. I spotted lovely Sara. Usually after the opening sixty-nine, she was with Jackie, helping to plan and organize the sex games that would continue throughout the evening. For the moment, however, she found another, more pleasurable, distraction. She was ringed in by four men, her husband Rashid was one of them. All had their hard cocks, already well slickened with her saliva, pointed at her face, and she would take brief turns servicing them all with mouth and hands. I could tell she was happy, laughing mirthfully between sucking on all the men, encouraging them to bring out their more rabid, sexual tastes by looking up at each with a sensual, 'come hither and come in my mouth,' look in those velvety, dark eyes or hers. The men eagerly complied. Some held her head steady as they fucked her mouth, pushing themselves deep, and making her drool and gag. Others slid their cocks in alongside their neighbor's, making Sara handle two at the same time. And still others slapped her across the cheek with their cock, or even with a firm hand, before going balls deep. Through it all, I could see Sara mouth, 'More,' to the men, as long strands of saliva dripped from her chin and onto her flushed breasts. When it was time a particular man was about to come, she would stop what she was doing to the others, and turn to directly face him. Then closing her eyes, she'd open her mouth as wide as she could and waited. A great, open-mouth grin would unfold across her face as the man stroked his load onto her tongue, or jet thick, sticky ropes to the back of her throat. If an errant shot landed across her face instead of in her mouth, she would always gently chide him with a, 'bad boy,' slap to his cock, and a, 'Hit the target next time,' joyful squeal. After each was finished in turn, she'd swallow, lick up what leavings donned her lips and chin, kiss the cockhead in thanks, and then go back to sucking off whomever remained. Rashid would always remain with her when the others had left. Then pulling her up, he would kiss her deeply and passionately. Sara would always pass him a snowball left by the last man, which they would savor together. Unlike Sara, some of the other bukkake devotees preferred the full facial, rather than the swallow. I found a mature woman with such tastes, just finishing up her turn. The men still stood around her, with their temporarily deflated cocks still dripping cum. Two other mature ladies were licking and kissing, and scooping up with a finger, a massive amount of cum off her face. "That's going to take some time, even for two," I commented absentmindedly. Karen asked, "What is?" "Oh, a woman has her faced plastered with a heavy coat of male cream, and two of her friends are cleaning her. There's a lot to clean." Looking at her, I added, "Given their fetish, it's funny I never see Darcy or Lisa in the middle of a circle jerk." "I think they just like to taste them one at a time, so they can swap and savor. I still think it's weird." "Meh, everyone needs a hobby." Above the mingled din of the members in various throes of excitement, I could discern Jackie's voice coming from the middle of the grotto. She was clapping her hands for attention, and lining up about ten men along the edge of a platform. Jackie's games always went out on live feed. Presently, the camera is focused on her, as she says, "First game is for the ladies, and this is your big test. Now, I've heard some of you bitches bragging about what kind of cock loving cum sluts you are. Now, we shall see. First one who gets their man off has free admission to the club next time. No hands, and don't swallow ladies. We need to see the evidence smeared on your pretty faces." Jackie directed the women to kneel in front of their partners, as the cameraman pulled back his focus to include the whole group in a single frame. "Hands free blow job to start, again?" I heard Karen ask Denise. "What else. It's a tradition with her. Hands free, always hands free to start. Kind of like you and Tiberius' opening the fun with a sixty-nine." "What other decadence does she have planned tonight?" "She mentioned something about International Women's Day." Karen laughed. "What the hell is that?" Denise shrugged her shoulders, while saying, "She wouldn't say, except it was something she recently saw in a movie." Karen heard the disappointment in her friend's voice, and asked, "I thought you liked hands free? Why aren't you down there showing everyone how it's done?" "Oh, ever since that Carver cunt joined the club, she out sucks me every time. She's broken just about all my records. It isn't fun anymore when you know you're going to lose right out of the gate." Karen looked at her in astonishment. The kind of look you give an old friend who surprises you with an unexpected detail you never knew. She smiled at her, and commented, "Wow, I didn't know you...kept track of those things. It's kind of hot in a dirty, slut girl sort of way." Denise blushed with embarrassment, and said, "Well, I don't keep track, per se. Jackie does. She posts the results of the games on the web-site along with the videos." "Really? Wow, that's new too. I'll have to check the web-site more often." Still trying to console her friend, Karen turned to me. "Tiberius, tell Denise how much you love her sucking your cock." "I don't think Denise needs me to tell her that. She should already know." Denis leaned over Karen, "Oh yes. I think I do. Please Tiberius. Pretty please. Tell me how much you love me." "Denise, not only do I love you deeply, and find you extraordinarily cultured and beautiful, but you are one of the very best cocksuckers I have ever enjoyed. From that first night when it was just the three of us, I knew you were someone special with very special talents." "And the way you eat pussy isn't too shabby either," Karen said softly, as she gave her friend a quick peck on the cheek. Denise smiled and kissed her on the lips as thanks. Denise sat back in her chair with a sanguine look on her face. "Well my souls refreshed," she signed, "Fuck that Carver cunt and her fucking cunty mouth of joy. I have great friends." Denise's serenity wouldn't last long. Loud cheering erupted from where Jackie's game was taking place. On the Jumbotron was a woman's face in close-up. She was smiling broadly for the camera with semen covering her lips and chin. We heard Jackie shouting, "Fifteen seconds! Fifteen fucking seconds! A new Wilderness record! Well done, Jane! Okay guys, it's time to show us what you got. Switch places with your ladies, and start eating pussy. First one to make her squirt gets free admission." "I take it that was the Carver woman," I said to Denise. "I may have to try her myself." Denise didn't answer. She just sat with mouth agape. Finally, she said with barely controlled ire, "That fucking whore. Fucking fifteen seconds. Un-fucking-believable. How can she do that? The best time I ever managed was forty-five, and I was really familiar with his likes. Now you know why I don't bother with the games anymore." Karen was laughing into her hand. "Well, thanks a lot friend," Denise said, irritably, "I'm so glad you find my disappointments funny." "Oh, Denise, that's not why I'm laughing. Haven't you figured it out yet? Well before the game starts, she picks a partner and has him abstain from coming. I've seen her placating the men for an hour sometimes, keeping them from shooting their wad until game time. By the time Jackie says go, all Carver has to do is breathe on the poor shmuck's cockhead. Pop...goes the weasel." Denise stammered, loudly, "That cheating little...goddamn little...fucking little...cocksucking little...fucking cunt!" Gloria was laughing. "What are you going to do Denise? You can't let a cheater steal all your glory." "I don't know yet, but I'll think of something. I'm going to nail that fucking bitch, but good." Gloria smiled and winked at me, before retuning her attention to the happenings in the grotto. So far, she'd been unusually quiet and distant. Her mirthful poking at Denise's ego was a good sign she was coming out of her self-imposed isolation. "I'm glad to see you smile," I said to her. "I was getting worried." She looked up at me thoughtfully, almost reverently. She couldn't hide her love for me anymore. It was plastered across her face every time she looked at me. Karen saw it. Everyone did, actually. Moreover, Gloria knew everyone knew, but she no longer cared, and at times it pissed Karen off a little that Gloria no longer tried to hide it. "How come you're letting Karen run free?" she asked with a tinge of jealousy. "It's a special night, and I thought she deserved to run wild." "She can, but I can't. Why?" "You know why. Mostly because you're special." "Not special enough for your special night, though." "You're special to me, and that's all I need say about it. You know what happened the last time I let you join in." "That wasn't my fault. I was being good. I wasn't fucking anybody, just playing with their dicks. He just came up behind me and tried to stick it in." "I know that. But because you're special, those types of things are bound to happen. So, we have to avoid those situations. We talked about all this when I gave you my chain with those conditions. You didn't have a problem with it then." She sulked back into her chair, and said, frustrated, "It doesn't matter, anyway. Ever since then, no guy wants to even come near me, except for the Doms." "I'm sorry. I'll spend a lot of time with you in your preferred place. I promise. Now give me a smile." She did. "Now a kiss." She did, sweetly, and then turned her attentions back to the orgy. I watched her eyes moving here and there, sifting her attention from one group of partiers to another. She noticed me watching her watching, and smiled. "Yes, Tiberius?" "Why don't you show me some of the things going on that excites you, it would be fun." "You know what I like. Anything and everything with you." "Humor me. Please." She looked around briefly. Finding something, and said, "That looks very hot." She pointed out a threesome, a typical spit roast with the woman in the middle on all fours. The men weren't rough with her, loving actually, as they just slowly slide their well-formed tools in and out of their desired orifice. The woman's body, head to toe, was becoming increasingly flushed with each passing moment. Suddenly, she began to aggressively throw herself forward and back as she neared orgasm. "You like watching the boy, girl, boy threesomes?" "Yes...well, I've never done it. And now I can't do it because I'm so special. I'm curious to know what it's like with two guys." The two men pulled out of her just as they came. Repeated hot shots hit her about her face and quivering ass. Her arousal and ejaculated already dripped onto the satin below. Gloria giggled. "Wow, they had a lot. Messed up her pretty face, and she messed up the sheets." I said, sarcastically, "There's going to be a lot of wet spots when this night is over. I wonder who will have to sleep in it." She laughed, then said, "The man, always the man. It's the price you guys have to pay." Hearing her genuinely laugh made my heart glad. "You know, if we're careful, we could do that. Just as long as our guest takes the front. Would you like that?" "Really? Please? I would like to try at least once." "We'll see. Now find me something else." As she scanned for another threesome, I slipped my hand under her tunic and between her thighs. Without word or comment, she spread her legs wide for me, and continued to look across the grotto. Her pussy was so succulent, and already drenched and dripping with warm arousal. "Ooh, there's something hot," she pointed out, her breath becoming raspy and horse. It was the girl from the Jumbotron, the one who loved nibbling on large, smooth balls. She was still lying on her back, but the pillow was now under her shoulders, allowing her head to loll backwards. A male friend had a hold of her head as he slid his cock deeper into her throat. Another friend held her knees to her chest as he pounded slow, but hard, into her cunt. Through all this, she vigorously massaged her clit. When the man who was sliding his cock deep into her mouth touched his balls to her nose, he held himself there, shifting his hips, and grinding his balls against her face. Gloria emitted a stuttering laugh, and commented, "That's no way to treat a lady, but it does look...fun." "I would love to do that to you." She hitched up her tunic higher. Then hooking her feet around the legs of her throne, shifted her hips forward and spread her thighs wider. "I don't think so," she answered, breathlessly, "Not with your cock. Karen's right, pull some teeth and then maybe." "I don't think it has to come to that. Lydia can almost do it." "Lydia has special talents most of us don't possess." I slipped three fingers into her pussy, curling the up into her G while massaging her wall. "Jackie has a plan for me and Lydia later on. Would you like to come and watch?" In between long protract moans, she stuttered, "Y-Yes." "Find me another hot scene." When her eyes focused on a couple close to the dais, all she said was, "Oh my. That!" It was just a couple this time. The woman was on her knees, head resting on the floor with her fine ass jutted up in the air. She was spreading her ass cheeks with her hands, and her asshole was already well greased and fully gapped. Her lover at the moment was very well endowed, and he teased her with it, rimming her asshole with the cockhead, and running it through her cleft. He spanked her ass a couple of times before plunging full into her—balls deep. Gloria inhaled sharply just before I felt her warm ejaculate wash across my fingers. As I kept massaging her canal, she lifted her ass a little bit off the chair, thrusting her hips forward and back against my fingers. I felt the walls of her cunt grip my fingers as another heavy flow of fluid shot out of her. I kissed her cheek, and said, "That was a hot scene. Those two got you going." "I love it when you take my ass that way. It's worth all the prep time for that salami of yours." She finally sat back down, momentarily sated. Returning my kiss, she said, "Thank you." "No, thank you for being so patient." I brought my drench fingers up, and moistened her lips with her arousal. She licked and sucked on them hungrily until they were clean. "I think I'd like some more Bollinger," and then cried loudly, "Slut!" Johnny on the spot as usual, Slut asked, "Yes Domina?" "Bollinger. Anyone else want more wine? No? Just the Bollinger, then." "Yes Domina." As the slave left, Karen whispered in my ear, "You get her out of her sullen mood?" "Momentarily." She kissed my hand, and said, "Thank you." "No, thank you for being so patient." She didn't let go of my hand, and instead slipped it between her thighs. "I need a fuck, too. Give me your cock!" "So soon? You just had Slut eat you out." "Please! You pushed too hard. Now I'm in fucking heat like a rabid cunt." "Just the way I like you, slutty, pleading, compliant, and appreciative. But it would be bad manners to use my cock when I just used my fingers on Glo. So, to be fair..." Slipping my fingers in as I had with Gloria, I said, "Can't wait to see what that fetid little brain of yours comes up with for Jackie's special production." She just smile as her eyes went sleepy with pleasure. For months now, that's the way it was between Karen and Gloria. What one had, the other wanted, as well—just like a couple of bratty snots fighting over the same toy. At times they would run me ragged. I didn't mind, really. It was pleasurable duty. The only thing that irritated me was their fits of overt cattiness. "I see the Vestals are involved," Karen said, breathlessly. "At least one of them." It was Ronda. She was still in full priestess garb, playing with a mature couple. They were up on one of the monitors. Ronda was in a sixty-nine with the woman, and being fucked wildly from behind by the man. "What I can't figure out is how the Vestals can keep their headdresses on throughout the energetic evenings of ass pounding and sucking." Karen stuttered a reply, "H-Haven't you...e-ever h-heard...o-of h-hat p-pins?" She moaned loudly once while gripping the arms of her throne hard, and then I felt her flood. As she relaxed back into her chair, I asked, "Better?" "Momentarily," she sighed. "As for what my fetid brain is cooking up, anything goes, right?" "You can do the whole club if you like. Line them up and take everyone one, three, or thirty at a time." "I wouldn't want that." Teasing my earlobe with her lips, she said, seductively, "I want to do something so outrageously filthy, though, it compels you to jerk yourself off as you watch." I kissed her, and then said, "My own personal porn star. I can hardly wait." She returned my kiss with a smile, then yelled, "Slut!" "She just got wine for Gloria. You didn't want any." "I didn't want wine then. Now I do." "Poor girl's going to be run ragged." "Yes Domina?" Slut asked, slightly out of breath. "Everyone ready? Good. Wine for everyone." "Of course, Domina." Pharaoh's Dance was being piped in over the speakers. Davis' trumpet, unmistakably aggressive and frenetic, exploded from the speakers at odd intervals; the jazz ensemble well emulating the structured chaos evolving across of the grotto floor. Peak frenzy had been reached by the members, and the anarchic emotions would remain stratospheric for the remainder of the evening. Usually at this time, the women members became the prime motivators in debauchery, picking two or three men to play with. Directing them to fill any hole not yet occupied. Double and triple penetration, and anal became the norms. Lube flowed like a torrent. Other women liked to bait themselves, appearing submissive but always in control. There assholes well-lubed and already gaping, they'd just wait on all fours with their derrieres in the air, inviting anyone passing by to enter, cunt or ass it didn't matter, and if a second filled her mouth, so much the better. They stayed that way for long periods, cum dripped from every hole to be periodically cleaned by another—woman or man. Naturally this was Karen's favorite time of the group session, for she was my own rapacious anal angel and DP diva. "Slut!" she yelled. Even before the slave got to the top of the dais, Karen had jerked up her tunic and sat waiting at the edge of her chair. Leaning all the way back, she brought her knees up to her chest and held them there. The slave didn't have to be told, as she dropped to her knees and dived into Karen's inviting, arousal drenched pussy. Watching Slut attack Karen's vulva with abandon, Denise positioned herself the same way, and snapped her fingers while saying, "I'm next, Slut. Finish her up and give it to me." Gloria couldn't take it anymore, and she too, leaned back, holding her knees to her chest. "Don't forget me, Slut. And be quick about it." I looked at the three of them acting like dogs in heat, and laughed. "Shocking to see such unladylike behavior from my upper echelon. I guess I pushed too hard in all your directions." Karen huffed a laugh. "You love it." As she wrapped her fingers through Slut's hair, she commented, breathlessly, "You know you could fuck us!" "I like watching Slut ply her magic on my wanton sluts. Besides, it isn't time, yet. Have patience." "God, you're such a glorious, magnanimous asshole sometimes...and then there's now." I always liked to do my own abstinence punishment on them whenever I could, denying them my cock for as long as possible. It made our private sessions more fun and ravenous. Slut was extra good, and dispatched each lady in quick order. Face slickened with heavy arousal, and hair disheveled from where the ladies held her tight against their groins, she asked, "More wine, Dominas?" "Yes," Karen answered, "But first, I have to pee." "Me two. Me three," Denise and Gloria said in tandem. They left me alone to watch all the pretty maids of the grotto, old and young alike, make insatiable demands with any passing cock or cunt, and everyone obeyed implicitly. By now, the exotic and unusual had begun to rise to surface of the orgy, and helped along by the Vestals and the twins. The bisexual and bi-curious husbands began making themselves known, spurred on by a loving wife and an eager male friend. There was more aggressive and passive play with Ronda and Tiffany, who were topping as much as bottoming. And a delicate finger or two, probing deeply into a male's netherworld always made for an enjoyably heavy and protracted orgasm. The wine was waiting for my ladies when they returned. On the Jumbotron, going out on live feed, a very mature woman was riding a much younger man in her ass in reverse cowboy. A second younger man filled her other hole, and both pumped her simultaneously. A third, older gentleman, slipped his cock into her waiting mouth. She remained fairly still as the three men fucked all her holes without restraint. "That's what I like about mature women, and men for that matter, they know what they what and take it," I commented to no one in particular. "See the look on her face? She wants it all, cock, cum, and cunt, and she won't stop until she has her fill." Karen said, "Speaking of fill, do you know why I like doubles so much? Look at the group you were just commenting on, and notice the two men fucking her aren't particularly large. They're not small, but they're not that big, either. Just a couple of average Joes. On their own, their size could be a problem for some women when it comes to feeling 'it' while fucking, but that's where doubles come in. With DP, even two smallish men can fill you well, and take you on a ride of your life. Like you said, my love, it's written all over her face. I just think women would be happier if they took it up both holes at the same time every so often." Gloria shook her head, and commented, "Karen, you are a slut. You don't necessarily have to fuck two guys at once. You can get the same feeling with one guy and a dildo, perhaps." Karen ignored Gloria's breaking of Wilderness protocol by using her given name rather than her club name, and instead, targeted Gloria's rank hypocrisy. "Coming from someone who, not moments before, was whining about her inability to take on two gentlemen at once, I'll take your 'slut comment' as a compliment. And yes, I am a slut, as is everyone else in this building. Yourself included. And no, you can't substitute a dildo for the feel of an actual, randy man fucking you with another. Sliding his cock alongside his partner as they both fill you, even a woman with a strap-on doesn't quite make it. But, you wouldn't know that, would you. Dream about it, maybe, but that's all theory for you, isn't it?" Picking up on Karen's mocking tone, Gloria said under her breath, "Whatever, bitch." "What was that sweetheart?" Karen chided. The barbs were out, and both were headed for a real slash and burn confrontation. It would be only a matter of time before one or the other sulked away to a different part of the building. I was about to head the Karen-Gloria train wreck off at the pass, when Denise saved me. "The twins seem to be in fine form tonight," she said with a chuckle, "Look at the third big screen from the right." I chuckled myself when I looked at the screen. The twins were, in a sense, spit roasting an eager young man. Lucinda, or was it Lucretia? Whomever—the one without the nose stud—was wearing a strap-on and fucking a young man with a slow, deliberate glide as he lay on his back. Lucretia was straddling his head while facing her sister. The young man had his arms wrapped around her thighs, and was going to town on her pussy. The sisters leaned in to each other and kissed passionately, while leaving the man's throbbing cock totally unattended, and dripping. "Wait a minute," Karen began, "I see something better. Look at the 'gi-bo-gee' on the middle platform." Gibogee was Karen's shorthand for a girl-boy-girl threesome. The girls, middle-aged really, had the boy in a shoulder stand, with his back supported against the side of a platform. One of the mature ladies was attacking his cock from below, ravenously sucking on him as she roughly massaged his balls and rubbing his smooth perineum with the flat of her hand, all while she continued to bob her head up and along his thick stick. The real kicker of the entanglement was the other mature, who was kneeling on the platform above, fingering and rimming his asshole. It was the old high-low game, but flipped on its side. I could tell he liked what they were doing, allowing his legs to hang out wide, and opening himself up ever farther to their lascivious attentions. At times I could see his lips move, telling them something sweet and dirty, which impelled them to attach their chosen areas with even greater enthusiasm. Karen spotted someone, and began to laugh. "Oh, oh, here comes Tiffany. This should be fun." Sure enough, Tiffany, the 'larger' of our two Vestals offered the woman rimming the man her cock. The woman took it greedily, sucking and spitting on it until her drool dripped off Tiffany's shaft—and then the exotic and unusual occurred in full bloom. The woman guided Tiffany's dripping cock into the young man's anus. He actually tried to refuse the invasion by attempting to shift his body away, but the two women held him tight while squaring his body so that Tiffany had the perfect angle for her dangle. In a blink, Tiffany was balls deep in his ass, and pumping like a bull. After a few good, long thrusts from Tiffany, the young man gave up his protests. The woman below went back to sucking and stroking his cock, as Tiffany continued her slow, hard pumping. Moments later, the 'butt-fuckees' cock erupted, covering the sucking woman's face in a heavy shower of cream. "And another convert is born," I said laughingly. "Good choice in obtaining the Vestals, my love." "I knew you'd approve." "Okay. Now that's not going to fit," we heard Gloria giggle. "No matter how much she wants it to." "Where?" Karen asked, scanning the events on the grotto floor. "Second wide-screen on the left. Bo-gee-bo at twelve o'clock," Gloria answered, using their shorthand. It was another mature, not as old as the one taking it in all holes, but just as classy. This one had that Helen Miriam air about her—where the older she got, the more elegant and beautiful she became. She was on top, face to face with a well-endowed, younger man. She was doing all the driving, slowly sliding his cock all the way in and out of her ass. By the look of things, he was spreading that delectable asshole wide. She was loving it, too, occasionally clenching her ass cheeks around his sliding cock so that they both could feel maximum pleasure with minimal effort. A second man stood above the two, waiting for her signal. He was equally as endowed as the first man, and maybe more so. She stopped her glide so that the cock inside her barely had its head in her ass. The man standing then proceeded to hunch down, and holding his cock at the base, tried to slip it into the same well-greased hole his friend occupied. "I think you're right, Gloria," Denise said, laughingly with a southern drawl, "It ain't fittin' that it ain't gonna fit. No, it just ain't fittin' atoll." I scoffed, "Oh ye of little faith. These older sluts are the best, so full of spit and vinegar, and having tons of will. Watch, and see she doesn't get what she wants." Sure enough, slowly, yet inexorably, the second man slipped his cock in alongside the other. The woman threw her head back with a large, open-mouth grin when balls met balls, and both sets touched her buttocks. We could even hear her laughter and shrieks of pleasure above the din of the grotto. "Told you," I said, laughingly. Denise answered in an astonished tone, "I would have paid money she couldn't do it." Gloria said with equal amazement, "If you think that was near impossible, you're going to love this. Everybody look at the Jumbotron." Taking a quick look, I said, "Man, we're only an hour and a half into the show, and the 'Fisters' are already coming out." Two cutesy-poo blondes were in the standard, female position for the night—on their hands and knees. Two male companions lie below them in typical sixty-nine position—ladies on top, always a favorite of mine. Each of the men teased at the blondes' pussy with a gentle finger. A third, petite, blonde girl was behind and between the other two. She already had her fingertips of each hand in the other blondes' assholes, and was determined to push each hand all the way in. She directed a bystander to squeeze more lube on her exposed hands and wrists before sliding them a little further in.. Once lubed, the Dominant would halt her advance for a bit, rotate her hands in place, and then cork screw them in a millimeter at a time. After a while of doing this, she'd pull both hands out so that the bystander could squirt still more lube on her fingers, hands, wrists, and arms up to the elbows, as well as into the gaping holes to the other blondes. Then the blonde Dominant would repeat the cork screw process. It was slow going to be sure, but when the Dom got her knuckles past their sphincters, it was all downhill from there. Deeper and deeper she plunged first her hands, then her wrists, and she didn't stop her advance until she slid half of her arm into their assholes. She rotated her arms briefly, allowing more lube to cover parts of her exposed arms, before she began a slow, easy pumping. "What do you think, Vipsania," Gloria chided, "You think they need another throbbing dick in their cunts to feel anything?" Karen glared at her, but Gloria didn't acknowledge Karen's anger, and continued to stare at the monitor with a self-satisfied smile on her face. "Enough you two," I warned. "You're both harshing my mellow." The pussies of the two blondes that were being annually fisted were dripping onto the men below. I could tell by the way their thighs were shivering that it would only be a few moments before they achieved Nirvana. Just as I saw the first trickle of their dams bursting, and covering their male friends faces with their clear, sweet ejaculate, Karen screamed like some teenybopper at a Justin Bieber concert, and nearly blew out my ear drum. "Yeeee-hawww! Dicks in the air and she don't care..." "What the fuck, Karen!" I said loudly while cupping a protecting hand over my ear. Karen broke away from her screaming to say, "Middle platform. Look at Ronda go!" There on center stage, Ronda was in reverse cowboy...girl, whatever...wildly bouncing up and down along a thick cock, and causing her own hard dick to lewdly wave about like Tinkerbell's wand after a four day drunk. When Ronda heard Karen scream, she looked up at the dais and winked. Her partner then took a firm hold of her ass cheeks in the palms of his hands and began ramming his cock up her ass hard and fast, which really set her wand a'wandering. The funniest part of the whole scene was the chubby brunette who was trying to catch Ronda's waggling widget in her mouth. Try as she might, all she caught was air...and the occasional slap across the face by the flailing phallus. Denise broke out laughing. Karen continued screaming. "Yee-Haw Ronda, baby. You ride 'em cowgi..." ...and Gloria? Well, she cut Karen off in mid-scream, "Shit Karen, you're acting like some retarded hillbilly at her first orgy. You might what to dial it down a tad, while there's still be some plaster on the ceilings." "Jesus, lighten up, will you. You've been a fucking buzzkill the whole night." "And you've been an obnoxious slut." Karen smiled at her for a long moment, and then rolled her eyes before saying, "Why don't you have some more wine with your whine." "What are you talking about?! Why?!" Gloria asked loudly, apparently flummoxed by Karen's apparent non sequitur change of subject. "So that it might kill that fucking bug that fucking crawled up your fucking ass." Karen turned her attentions away from Gloria and back to Ronda, leaving Gloria fuming. "I see the brunette finally snagged Ronda's cock," I commented. "This should be interesting," Karen said, as she settled back in her chair, waiting with anticipation for the inevitable Ronda cum-blast. Just then, two men came hurling across the platform, knocking Ronda, the brunette, and several other bystanders onto the floor. The men ignored the curses and loud cries from everyone around them, and continued to wrestle viciously in each other's arms. Karen was livid that they should spoil her entertainment and was about to spit her anger at the two, when she recognized one of the men. It was the muscle-head from before—the one who caught her attention as he fucked the Theron lookalike with a slim brunette. Karen gave me a little smile, and then said, "Well, isn't this a fortunate turn of events. Give them to me." I smiled back, saying, "We'll see." Eventually, the larger of the two gained advantage over the other, and slapped the smaller man with an open hand across the face. He was about to do it again when I yelled, "Enough!" They bolted to their feet. Both looked around and saw the angry faces of the other members staring back at them, and they knew the shit was about to hit the fan. They actually tried to move into the crowd and disappear, but those members closest, ringed them in and prevented them from leaving. Standing at the edge of dais, I looked down at them in anger, "I thought Vipsania and I made the rules perfectly clear to everyone when the club opened. There is no fighting in Roman Wilderness. Explain yourselves." They didn't say a word. Just stood silently like idiots, staring down at their feet. Blood dripped from the nose of the smaller man and disappeared into the red satin below. Now irritated by their tight lips, I said again, but louder, "I said explain yourselves! Who started the fight?!" Again, my words were met with silence. I was about to threaten both with expulsion, when Lucinda and Lucretia come up and stood on either side of the men. I should have known. Whenever there's trouble, the twins weren't far behind. I asked them, "Do you know anything about this?" They giggled maniacally, before saying in perfect unison, "They were fighting over a girl." Then they both slapped at the still hard cocks of the two men, while also saying in perfect unison, "Bad penis. Bad...bad boy." "Jesus, I hate when they do that. It really creeps me out," Karen whispered. I whispered back, "Seriously, it's like watching that scene from The Shining." "Again with the Kubrick?" not waiting for my answer, she continued with a slight British accent, "Hello, Danny. Come play with us. Come play with us, Danny. Forever...and ever...and..." "Oh, shut up!" Shaking my head in disbelief, I said to the two men, "A woman? You fought over a woman? Here? I think that is the most moronic thing I've ever heard. You two dickheads are standing in a sea of dripping cunt, and all you need do to satisfy any desire is crook a finger at any combination you could desire. Yet, you fight over a single woman." The twins slapped at their cocks again. Fortunately, they didn't say anything this time, keeping the creep level to a minimum. "Who is this woman?" I asked. The twins pointed at the Charlize Theron lookalike. Immediately, those closest to her moved away, leaving her standing alone under my irritated gaze. I said to her , "You must be quite the fuck; a true thunder cunt in blonde bangs, to have two men fight over you. Are you such a thing? Are you a true thunder cunt?" Looking down at her feet, she squeaked out, "I-I don't k-know." "Hmm, maybe I should find out for myself, and see what drives two men into such stupidity. I don't recall seeing you before. What's your name?" "Pricilla. Pris." "You will address him as Tiberius or Dominus," the twins said in unison. "Yes Tiberius, Dominus. My name is Pris, Dominus." "Are you here as someone's guest?" She answered meekly, "Yes, I came here with Mark, Dominus." "And who is Mark?" The smaller of the two men that had been fighting stepped forward, and cleared his throat. "I am, Tiberius." "Tell me, is she a thunder cunt, Mark? Does her pussy grab your cock and never let go?" He stared down at the floor for a long moment before answering, "I...ah...I...don't think..." "You don't think? That's obvious. So, by your words I'm guessing you two haven't fucked yet?" The twins pointed at Pris, accusingly, and said in a sing-song kind of way, "She came with the small one, but left him to fuck the big one." I looked back at Pris. "I think I see what's happened. Like a selfish tart you were playing games; promising yourself to one, and then breaking that promise and denying him your pleasures. Did you rub his nose in it, as well, thunder cunt? Did you gin up his desires for you, only to shake your ass in his face as you walked to another?" "No Tiberius, it wasn't like that at all. It was those two...," she said nervously while pointing at the twins. Cutting her off, I yelled, "Enough! You have violated the one inviolable rule of Roman Wilderness, denying someone anything. Let's see how many fuck games you play after your conniving cunt stews a while." Pointing to two male slaves closest to her, I commanded, "Take her to the Domitian Grotto, and put her in the stocks. Make sure you tell Nefertiti and the Sisterhood she's not to be touched." As the slaves led Pris away, I turned to the men, "Now, what should be done with you two? In previous days, fighting was cause for banishment." They both protested loudly, and at once. "I can't let this go unpunished." Karen said close to my ear, "Gladiator contest. Give me the winner." I smiled at her cheekiness. "As if I couldn't guess who will win that contest. Very well, a Gladiator contest, but I will choose the manner of his reward." Raising my arms, I said loudly to the gathering, "My lovely wife, Vipsania, has offered a compromise to banishment. You both will finish your fight in Roman style as Gladiators. Vipsania will then determine the loser's punishment, and I will determine the winner's reward. Clear the floor, and oil the two combatants." When the club first opened, we used to put on Gladiator contests with some of the more muscular and fit members—the muscle-heads. The combatants didn't fight with weapons. It was more in the style of Greco-Roman wrestling; although they could hit each other with an open hand. To make it interesting, the fighters were greased up with a light mineral oil. The winner was often given a choice of a stable—any ten women to do with whatever for the night, which could include the upper echelon except Gloria. The loser was given to the twins, or to the Vestal Virgins, if he performed poorly during the match. The female members certainly loved watching the contests. Seeing two burly men, oiled and wrestling in the nude, each of their slipping and sliding hands grabbing at sensitive areas to get advantage over the other was an intriguing sight for most of them. Unfortunately, we stopped having the contest because they were becoming too violent and rancorous, much to the women's, and especially Karen's, disapproval and disappointment. Given that the big man had more than three inches in height and at least twenty pounds on Mark, the contest would be short. For his part, Mark did make a valiant effort defending himself against a much bigger man. He was wily and much quicker, keeping his distance as best he could so the bigger man couldn't use his weight as an advantage. Mark even got in a couple of good shots to the other man's head with his hands. In the end, the bigger man did a leg sweep, dropping Mark to the floor before he was quickly pinned. As the men fought, I read their minds and emotions to see what their likes, dislikes, and kinks were. Surprisingly, both were very hard-edged heteros, and I thought of a devilishly, agonizing punishment...and reward. Over the past year, I've come to learn there are a fair degree of bisexuality in both men and women members. The ease to which a member would slide into same-sex territory varied considerably between individuals, however. Sometimes it was an expression of the individuals own nature, whereas others would only engage in bisexuality with a mild, mental push. Still others needed far more prodding. Karen and I called the ones that needed a supreme amount of mental prodding, hard-edge heteros, or homos, depending on their natural sexual preferences. It was actually something we didn't like to do, and once we determined their extreme resistance against changing their primary sexual appetites, man or woman, we would leave them alone. As the two men stood before us, still breathing heavily from the contest, I hoped Karen read the same thing in them as I had. I asked her, as a hush fell over the grotto, "Have you decided on a punishment, my love?" "You, the big one, what's your name?" Karen asked in a loud commanding voice. "Connor, Domina." "Connor, very well played. Very well done, indeed. Tiberius will tell you your reward. But first, Mark, just as every completion produces a winner, it also provides a loser. Since you cannot be trusted to maintain peace, and since you refuse to enjoy the bounty of female pleasures immediately before you, we must find other pleasure for your enjoyment. For your insolence in starting a brawl in Tiberius' pleasure grotto, you will banished to the Underground for the evening." She had read them. "Excellent choice, my love." A great roar of laughter at Mark's misfortune rose from all quarters of the grotto. The twins especially mocked him cruelly, pointing and laughing, making gagging sounds as they simulated sucking cock, or loudly yelling and screaming as one bent over while the other grabbed her hips, and simulated fucking her roughly in the ass. The laughter from the other members was pronounced, prolonged, and merciless. Mark, upon hearing his sentence and understanding its implications, yelled, "No!" and tried to run. Before he disappeared into the crowd, two of the stronger club members, as well as Connor, grabbed him and held him in place. Mark protested loudly, causing more laughter to erupt, but Karen ignored it all. She began to say to a male slave, "You, Antonius, go to..." ...but I interrupted, "Maybe you should send a female slave since we want Bradford *and* the slave to come back." "Your right. Slut!" The slave came bounding up the dais stairs. "Yes Domina." "Find Brandford, the leader of the male coliseum. He should be in the Underground. Tell him to come here with a few of his larger friends." As the slave ran off, Mark began protesting again in earnest, "Please Domina, let me take something else as punishment." "No," Karen answered curtly, as she nonchalantly checked her nails "Then please, Domina, not for the whole evening." "No." "Please Domina, I beg you!" "Your only other option is to leave the club and never return." Mark no longer protested, standing rigid and silent with downcast eyes. "That's what I thought," Karen said with a cruel smile. Moments later, Slut came back leading three men. "Ah, Bradford, so good of you to take the time away from all your coming...to come visit us," Karen said in a mirthful voice, "How many of my slaves have you abducted so far for your pleasures?" He didn't answer, and he too, stupidly looked down at the floor like the two combatants. "I thought so. I noticed the flow of wine into the grotto was slackening. No matter. We have another for you, an insolent member needing of correction. How many of the Brotherhood are with you tonight?" "All of them, Domina, as well as a few guests." "Excellent!" Pointing to Mark, she continued, "Take this one for the evening, and for your pleasure. Do with him what you like, within reason, of course. Just make sure all of you have your fill." Bradford smiled. He licked his lips looking Mark up and down, but when he tried to cup Mark's testicles, Mark abruptly twisted his pelvis away from his uninvited hand. "I don't think he likes you, Brad," one of Bradford's companions noted with delight. Bradford grabbed hard under Mark's chin, holding his head still. "Is that right? You don't like me? Speak, slave." Mark remained tightlipped, but gave Karen a pitiful look for mercy. Karen just shook her head at him. Putting his face close to Mark's so that they almost touched, Bradford said, "You'll talk soon enough. A few hours in the Elagabalus Grotto with loosen your tongue. That sweet, succulent mouth of yours will be quivering to talk, then. Aching and begging for it. What do you think, Russell? How will his lips look tightly wrapped around my fat cock?" "About as luscious as his tight asshole wrapped around mine." "Thank you, Domina," Bradford said to Karen with a slight bow. "Oh, and Bradford, release my other slaves. You won't need them now." Karen watched Mark being led away to Pluto's Underground, and then said to me, "And now for the reward." "Ah yes, the reward." I led the four of us down the dais steps to the floor of the grotto. "You know, Connor, I still cannot condone your actions earlier, and although you won the contest, you're still guilty of that insult to my realm. As such, your reward will be mixed blessing, as it will be mixed with a little punishment." Before he could object, I said loudly, "Bring out the table." Yes, it wasn't just *a* table, it was *the* table. A bondage table specifically designed to torment men. Standing about three and a half feet above the floor so that a woman could easily fit underneath, the table top had a large opening cut in the middle so that only a man's cock and balls were exposed to the feminine torture in the compartment below. The man's wrists and ankles were then strapped to the table, and a strap was also secured across his back, immobilizing him. It made the teasing from below even more brutal...and delightful. Naturally, the woman couldn't see the man she was servicing, and the man couldn't see what the woman, or women, were doing to him. All of which added a wonderful spice to the entertainment. The table was actually very popular with some of the ladies, who found the idea of servicing an anonymous cock...anonymously, so to speak...sexually exciting. Upon learning of this particular kink, I had Portnoy construct a series of stalls in the back of the club to be used as glory holes. As a few members went to retrieve the table, Karen said, "You are devilishly clever." "Even more so since you're not doing it alone." Turning to the slave, I said to her, "Slut, go find Domina Jackie, and bring her here." "Jackie?" Karen blurted. I heard the disappointment in her voice, and laughed. "Yes, my love. Anything goes, remember?" Jackie arrived still wearing the orange wig, and asked, playfully, "You rang, Dominus?" "I have a pleasant task for you..." "Oh, does it have to be right now?" she whined, "We're just about to start another game." Gloria asked with a laugh, "What's it going to be this time, Jackie, International Women's Day?" Jackie ran massaging hands down her breasts while saying, "That's for later. Right now it's who can give the best boob job. And I was going to enter." "They're going to have to get by without you," I said. "But...the game. I'm Mistress of..." "Sara can manage it in your absence. This needs your particular, oral attentions." The members returned with the table, and set it down on a part of the padded floor in front of the dais. Pointing at Connor, I said to Jackie, "This is Connor. He's caught the attentions of Vipsania." Jackie looked Connor up and down...and then down again. "My, you're big...all over." Looking at me, she added, "I wonder what caught Kar...Vipsania's attentions first, those bulging biceps or that big, beautiful, bulging cock? You know, your wife is a slut." "Look who's talking, Miss Tit Job," Karen blurted, and then said with annoyance, "And for the last time, take that fucking wig off." I continued, "Connor has won a small contest, and it's up to you and Vipsania to mete out his reward. I want it done the only way you two can, slowly, teasingly, and deliciously. Prolong it as much as you can." As the two crawled under the table I commanded to Slut, "Prepare him for their pleasure." Not really much of a torture, I would agree. In the old days, most of the men here, including myself, would have taken it up the ass with a chainsaw and then said thank you, to be teased in the way my lovelies were about to tease Connor. Still, it had been a while since he had sex, so his cock was already straining to its limits and dripping. The longer my sluts took, the worse it would be for him. Excited murmurs filled the grotto as everyone stood around the table, waiting and watching, as Slut strap Connor to the bench. Everyone except Gloria, who softy said into my ear, "I'll be with Caligula, waiting while the Imperial slut has her fun." Those same storms, hurricanes Karen and Gloria, were still brewing, and had been for months—their petty little jealousies always rearing their ugly little heads at the wrong moments. Both vying for my attention, and if either deemed I gave too much devotion to the other, the barbs would let loose. Even though I've seen it coming, her animosity shocked me a bit, coming, as it did, in this moment of revelry. I stared at her sternly, but also with concern. I knew the real reason for her animosity toward Karen, and it had nothing to do with me allowing her to roam free tonight. She lowered her eyes in shame. Touching her cheek lovingly, I said, "You know I don't like it when you talk about her this way. It makes me feel so very low." She was about to respond, but I cut her off, "We'll talk later. Now, go tend to your needs." As Gloria left, despondent, I noticed Denise sitting on the lower step of the dais, and she too, looked a little disappointed. I sat behind her on the next step up, and cradled her between my legs. She rested her arms on my thighs, and gave my knees an affectionate squeeze, as she stared at the table. Wrapping my arms around her neck, I kissed her cheek, and said, "I know you'd rather it was you under table instead of Jackie, but I have a very special job for you, as well. Do you have that finger vibe you use so well?" She smiled, guessing my intent. "Yes." "When the time is ripe, you're going to help send Connor to oblivion." "Karen's right, you are a devilishly clever man." "Living with you three has taught me more than a few tricks." Karen and Jackie were kneeling under the table with Connor's meaty cock between them. Karen knelt on his sensitive underside with his balls hanging sensuously close to her forehead. Jackie knelt on his opposite side. Connor's cock was already well greased from the Gladiator contest, and the heavy coating of oil glistened at times from the lights reflecting up and off the marble floor. Seeing a cameraman close by, Jackie said, "Michael. Live feed this." "Give me a minute to set up a tripod," came his hurried reply. Sighing heavily as she delicately kissed Connor's cock, and painting her lips with a thin coating of oil in the process, she replied, "Take your time, Mikey. We'll just amuse ourselves staring at this wonderful tool as we wait." No word was said between my two nymphs as they stared into the other's eyes, occasionally taking long, lustful glances at Connor's rock-hard member. Sighing deeply, they leaned close and softly kissed as a prelude to the torment to come. Then, each brought a hand up. Gently brushing his sensitive flesh with the tips of their fingers, his tool abruptly twitch, as if it were startled. Many in the audience laughed mirthfully, and knowingly, at his reaction. My sluts' teasing was oh, so slow and deliberate, gentle nails and fingertips raking him down form balls to glans, and repeated, over and over, without mercy, until Connor's cock visibly quivered like a tuning fork. Occasionally, Karen would break the routine, and ply two oily fingers to his balls, and gently massage them in a slow circular motion. And as Karen tended to his testicles, Jackie would barely wrap her palm around his shaft, and slid it down his greased shaft, and only once, before going back to using just her fingertips. Through it all, they stared into each other's eyes, and kissed sweetly and sensually with slightly parted lips and brief brushes of their tongue. A small drop of pre-ejaculate fluid formed at the tip of Connor's cock, and quickly grew. When the two women caught the sparkling, little jewel out of the corner of their eyes they smiled at each other. Then, without a word or gesture to the other, they changed the delivery of their tease, using their mouths instead of fingers. Both of them went high, crooking their necks to give themselves room close to the tabletop, they gently licked and kissed around the base of his cock. Karen paid particular attention to his balls, as she sweetly kissed each one while provoking them with quick brushes with her tongue. Down his shaft they continued with their kissing, a subtle peck here, a gentle rake with pursed lips there, slowly and haphazardly, never applying any suction, and always stopping when they reached his sensitive glans. Besides using their lips, they'd nuzzle his over-strained shaft with a nose, or even sensuously brush their cheek against it, as if applying a brief hug to a favored pet. By now, a long, delicate strand of pre-ejaculate fluid dangled from the tip of his cock to just above the floor. I heard one of the members comment to another, "Look at that! It won't be long now." "How long has it been so far?" another member asked. "About five minutes." "I'll wager five thousand dollars they'll take it at least past ten." "You're on." A third member piped in, "I'll take a piece of that action. There's no way this is going to last more than another minute or two." Noticing the long strand hanging down, Karen and Jackie broke away from kissing his cock, and kissed each other. Their lips remained locked together in an opened-mouth embrace, tongues dancing wildly within and between each other, until the end of the hanging strand finally reached satin. Then, Karen then took two fingers, and spreading them wide apart, rolled the thread up between them, making her own perverted version of cat's cradle. She stared for a moment at the thin, clear threads crisscrossing between her fingers, before lightly smearing the fluid on him at mid-shaft. A collective groan rose up from all around the grotto at Karen's deviant display. Most of the members were masturbating by this time, trying to relieve their own, pent-up arousal. Using their fingers, the two women took some time to smear the fluid all around and down his shaft. When his thick stick was well lubricated with his own pre-cum, Karen firmly pinched his shaft between two fingers, and slide them down, causing another large drop of pre-ejaculate to form at the tip of his glans. They alternated now between hand and mouth. First Karen, then Jackie, and then back again, plying one long, stroke of his shaft with a hand, then followed with hard sucking kisses and licks about his mid-shaft and down. When it was Jackie's turn, Karen would always massage his balls with that same gentle, circular motion, making them go high and tight against the base of his shaft. Given their treatment to his cock, it wasn't long before another long thread of pre-cum dripped off his cockhead, hanging just inches from the floor. Again, Karen quickly picked this one away with two spread fingers. Instead of smearing Connor's cock with it, however, she slipped both fingers into her mouth and sucked the fluid off. She then spit it back out and onto her fingers, and offered them to Jackie. Jackie sucked her fingers clean before they resumed their slow stroke and kiss. With his cock twitching in exquisite agony, Connor groaned and pleaded for mercy...pleaded for release...but my two vixens simply giggled and continued with their torment. Ten minutes came and went, but not Connor. Now the real fun began for my two lovelies. Pressing and holding his cock between them by their lips, they slide their mouths up and down, taking exaggerated sucking bites where each ended with rough licks to his sensitive flesh. Their mouths crawled ever downward along his shaft, and just before they reached his glans, now grown plump and purple as a ripe fruit, up the shaft they'd ascend. Every so often, they would flick their tongue just below his cockhead, careful not to touch it, and deftly pick off another clear drop of pre-cum that had formed with their quick tongues. Connor's torment was continuous and sublime, and a constant low groan and grumble was all he could manage to voice. The only movement that could be discerned from his ridged form was his fingers and toes, as he repeatedly balled and curled them into fists. "I think this is the moment, my sweet," I said close to Denise's ear, "Do your worst." Grabbing a bottle of lube off the floor, she stood alongside the table at Connor's midsection. She kneaded his ass a bit, spreading his cleft ever so slightly as she massaged—testing how compliant he would be. At first he'd clench his buttocks against her probing fingers, but he eventually relaxed with her continued massaging. Karen and Jackie instinctively knew what was about to happen, and began quickly flicking their tongues at the base of his cockhead, that sensitive area right where the glans meets the shaft. Pre-cum dripped profusely from his tip, appearing as a thin, crystal clear waterfall. Karen and Jackie would catch the falling drops in a hand, and run their slickened fingers up and down his shaft as their tongues continued to rapidly lap at his glans. Everyone watched Denise pull a thin, finger vibe from a pocket in her tunic, and in a flamboyant display of showmanship, she held it high above her head for all to see. It was a delicate, little devise, where the main phallus part was only about the length and breadth of her pinky finger. When it was turned on, it provided just a subtle vibration, barely perceptible except on the most sensitive parts of the body. All the members laughed when they saw what she was holding up. Denise put a dollop of lube on the tip of the vibe, and another on the middle finger of her free hand. Then spreading his cleft with her thumb and pinky, she massaged the dollop around his anus. Connor tried to protest the anal invasion by clenching his cheeks, but Denise just spanked his ass, stopping him. Then she loudly said, "Hush now. You can thank me after. Ready ladies?" Hearing her call, Karen and Jackie fully pressed Connor's glans between their mouths and began forcefully kissing and biting it with their lips, and pushing it into and out of each other's mouth with their deft tongues. The vibe slid easily into Connor's ass. When Denise turned it on, all anyone could hear was Connor's long, protracted, masculine yelps and wails. Denise teased it in his ass, gently fucking him with a slow in-out motion. It was only a few moments before his cock exploded. First one, and then another, thick pulse of semen shot down hitting the floor. After that the hard shots became just one continuous white stream flowing out of him. Karen and Jackie continued clamping their lips hard around his erupting glans, licking and nibbling him, as cum began to drip off their lower lips and chins. And as the heavy white stream began to wane, Karen finished the act by slow stroking the rest out of him with a hand. When all was finished, the ladies kissed and licked the remnants of their dirty deed from their mouths and chins. Connor still hadn't spoken a word when Denise pulled the vibe out and wiped it on a towel. Then undoing his straps, she spanked his ass hard, and asked, "Well?" "Thank you," was Connor's muted reply. "Your welcome," Denise giggled, and then added, "Now thank your sweet Dominas and get off the table." He huffed out a, "Thank you Domina Vipsania, Domina Jackie," before lazily rolling off the table, and landing on the padded floor with a heavy thump.

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Title: Preview - A Bump In The Night Chapter 16 - Preview by Vendetta Tags: Brother, Cub, Female, Fennec, Leopard, Male, Preview, Series, Sister My Eurofurence fund has taken several leaps ahead lately; go here to find out what that's all about: [http://www.sofurry.com/page/252855/user](http://www.sofurry.com/page/252855/user), and please click here to donate: [https://inkbunny.net/donate.php?user\_id=3176](https://inkbunny.net/donate.php?user_id=3176). More on that later. With that boost, and it being the end of the month, I wanted to give you guys and girls a little show of faith. A lot of chapter 16 is done, and so with no further delay, here is an exclusive sneak preview of it: \*\*\*\*\*\*\* Valerie picked up the phone and then stopped, the receiver partway to her ear. Her heart pounded; this wasn't like her. There wasn't time for this. There wasn't time to waste. Pride came before a fall, and she had to swallow hers. The vixen began dialling, glancing round her darkened office. Everyone had gone home hours ago, herself included. A pause, some clicks, and then the ringing tone. She could always go home again later. Another click and then a male voice answered. "Julian. Who is this?" She took a deep breath, squeezed the phone a little tighter, then spoke. "Mr Fleck, sorry to bother you at this late hour--" "I said who is this?" He cut her off, impatience and tiredness bleeding through his words. "Mr Fleck, this is Doctor Shoemaker, you saw me--" He cut her off again, "You've got some nerve. Do you have any idea what we're going through? Do you have any idea what you did? Do you have any idea how we felt, taking those hateful paternity tests? How dare y--" She raised her voice, hackles raising too. "Mr Fleck. Mr Fleck! We havn't got the time for this. She called me." The words died in his throat with a strangled sound. "...What?" One paw clenched into a fist, she pleaded with the empty air above her office desk. "Katie called me." Now, suddenly, the fennec was trembling. A sharp intake of breath. "You've spoken to her? To them? They're okay? You know where they are?" "Yes Mister Fleck, but--" A tinny growl crept from the phone's earpiece to the doctor's large ears, conveyed from mercifully far away. He snarled down the line. "Well, tell me woman! Where are they? Tell me!" The leopard was shouting now. Valerie cringed, pausing for a moment to gather herself. "I'm sorry Mister Fleck, she made me promise I wouldn't." There was a sudden sound down the line of plastic groaning and creaking well beyond its design limits, a crack, a loud electronic squeal, then silence. The line went dead. The fennec gently replaced the phone on its receiver, and with a tight smile, retrieved a small can of pepper spray from her desk. She sat down and waited. \*\*\*\*\*\*\* To be continued!

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Another day, another building destroyed. Really, it was getting tiresome just how much wreckage she woke up surrounded by every morning, especially considering how the compressor company insisted that they were doing their best at containing her; truly, if they were actually going all out, then she wouldn’t need to wipe concrete chunks off her eyelids every time she woke up, nor would she be forced to stare into the sun every godsdamned day instead of a ceiling. Then again, perhaps she was expecting too much from people who really didn’t know what they were dealing with; she was a goddess after all. Thoughts like these crossed her mind on a near-daily basis, or at least that’s what Starry figured was the case; the memory issues were becoming worse as time went on, with her awareness of the fogginess becoming so pronounced that it was honestly nothing short of inexplicable that she didn’t resort to some kind of medical consultation… or didn’t accidentally trip onto the truth of the matter, given the sheer amount of implausibilities being stacked on top of one another with each second that she lived in that self-imposed charade. Really, the only thing she could worry about was how exactly to get to work without utterly obliterating everything around her in a half-mile radius, or just ripping out huge chunks of the city’s foundations whenever she took a step; anything else was secondary. Beginning the arduous journey of getting up from wherever she was sleeping, the vixen took care not to roll over too much; even the most powerful of spatial distortions failed to live up to the full impact of that bust she was carrying, and if not that, then those cheeks of hers would flatten even the strongest and most resilient of metallic alloys. Truly, she was a person of mass destruction, capable of wreaking havoc on an unprecedented scale purely by virtue of existing, but that didn’t mean she had to sit there and take it; being a goddess came with its own set of responsibilities towards those who lived underneath her, mostly dealing with not crushing them, not drowning their living spaces in her milk, and certainly not allowing any of them to get close to her until she was ready to deal with the avalanche of worship that was sure to come. She was divine, yes, but still needed her rest, lest she wake up cranky and smite someone. This still didn’t stop onlookers from immediately rushing towards her the moment she woke up. It was always a wonder why and how they managed to avoid doing this while she was still asleep; perhaps her slumbering form created some kind of force field around it, or perhaps it was simply too glorious for any to approach. Maybe these tiny ones believed that with her being awake they stood a higher chance of receiving some attention on her part (they didn’t), but whatever the case may be, the end result was always the same: a torrent of hyper-sized individuals all waddling towards her as quickly as they could move, every last one of them trying their best to get even the slightest touch in before being pushed away. Not that Starry would be so rude as to physically prevent anyone from getting close to her; after all, her body was everyone’s to admire, to glorify, to adore and praise, and if that meant offering it up in a more direct fashion, who was she to say no? Besides, it’d be rude not to reward some of those little ones with something after the amount of effort they put into trying to reach her. Starry didn’t remember her neighbors all being some kind of tauric variant, nor their forms being so laden with phalluses and breasts that they could barely move, but they were certainly giving it their all in trying to get close to her, even if they had to drag themselves across the ground with a thick lactic trail behind them. It was obviously very difficult for most of them; hell, some were so big that it was a wonder they could move at all, so big that part of Starry wondered why and how exactly the buildings surrounding her were exactly the same size as they’d… always been? Sure, when she blinked and they were suddenly much larger and equipped with elevators designed for plus-sized hypers, the mega-vixen was slightly confused, but they’d always been there, so clearly it must be normal. Clearly. No thoughts were paid to the obvious impossibility that was both her body and the sudden transformation of her environment, nor to the frankly ridiculous amount of milk she was already outputting without even noticing. To the vixen, this was just the way things went: she woke up, she doused everything and everyone around her in thousands of gallons of her delicious cream, then she did her best to get up without harming anyone. Easier said than done considering how crowded things usually got at her feet, but with some elbow grease and plenty of sheepish requests for all the tiny ones to please and kindly walk away so she could stand up, Starry somehow managed to heave herself into a standing position, her head pushing through a cluster of clouds before her yawn turned them into wispy remnants of their former selves. It was always a bother when she accidentally affected the local pressure systems, honestly; ‘twas bad enough that her moving caused seismic tremors, all of her supplicants really didn’t need the sudden gusts of wind and occasional sonic shockwave. Still, she had to go to work… to a certain extent. Starry didn’t exactly need the wages, nor was it something she had any real obligation to do, but it was a task that someone had to perform or else the entire city would explode from the amount of pent-up sexual energy being repressed. With her divine self being at the epicenter of that most blessed metropolis, it was unsurprising that the city’s inhabitants themselves would grow to become significantly different from those who lived elsewhere: not only did their bodies change into forms that were far more suited for the kind of mindless self-indulgence that those who lived around her were allowed to engage in on a daily basis, but their minds warped as well, becoming significantly more receptive to the kind of debased debauchery that had once been the exclusive purview of extreme kink art. However, this carried with it a bit of a problem: someone had to handle all of that horny, and someone had to defuse it in a way that wouldn’t cause serious, lasting damages to the environment and the people themselves. That’s where Starry came in. She remembered, in the way that the universe and the multiverse around it allowed her to remember, the days where her being at the café were actually perfectly normal: she’d wake up, walk through the city, sit her enormous ass out back and then let her tits flow freely. Now though, the point of her presence there was not for the sake of a commercial transaction, but more a case of… tradition. Everyone knew where she was going to be, everyone already knew what the service hours were, so it made it a lot easier on the city’s population; this way, they knew exactly when to divert their attention and where to divert it to, for the daily ritual that was their collective, orgasmic relief. It wasn’t pretty, it wasn’t glamorous, and it certainly wasn’t clean, but it was necessary. Every day, for several hours straight, Starry had to do her duty as the world’s resident goddess and offer herself up to her worshippers. Now, this didn’t exactly mean that they’d be able to actually reach her, or indeed get anywhere close to the point where they could establish physical contact; rather, the vixen would sit down, focus her power, and the resplendent radiance of her divine form would allow all those who gazed upon it to… relax. Relax and simply allow their inner desires to flow through them, without the need for any complications or second thoughts, until every last soul in a several mile radius around her succumbed to their own arousal and entered a state of rapturous, endless orgasmic bliss. Very few would actually manage to even keep their eyes open after the first dose of the “god light”, as they called it, and even fewer would retain the ability to move; the amount of individuals who succeeded in walking more than a few feet before inevitably losing control of their legs could be counted on one hand. And yet, a few always tried, a few always attempted, all in the hopes of maybe someday reaching Starry, and achieving true enlightenment. Starry herself wasn’t sure where this belief came from, but she was happy to encourage it; she quite enjoyed seeing people exercise, rather than simply lying on their tits all day like some of the lazier ones did. It couldn’t possibly be healthy for them, and as such she strived to give them the encouragement they needed to get off their fat whatevers and at least try to get closer to her, hoping that maybe, one day, everyone who gazed upon her would be capable of doing so. Sadly, such a day was still a long way away; as far as she remembered, not a single person had ever managed to climb onto her, mostly because the radiance she exuded became stronger the closer someone was to her physical form. A few were very determined though, trudging through a good few hundred yards before the increased doses of energy all-but forced them to stop and experience eternal climax, and a couple had even gone all the way from the outskirts to the very edge of her throne. But these were the exceptions, rather than the rule… for now at least. One day though, they would get there, and to that end, she had to get a move on; even a goddess such as herself couldn’t afford to let go of her schedule, lest she need to perform a full reset and go back to the start of the day, assuming that was even a thing she could do. Was that a thing she could do? Did goddesses reset time? An interesting question, but funnily enough, not one she had time for; chuckling to herself at the sheer stupidity of that realization, Starry gingerly made her way through the enormous arcologies that had replaced the standard apartment buildings that used to be there just moments prior, making sure to squeeze herself through whatever compressed alleyways she could in order to shave off as much time as possible. Off in the distance, framed against the blue sky, was her destination. She was quite proud of that pillow. She’d made it herself after all… or at least, that’s what she remembered made the most sense. Seeing as nothing could really hold that immense, mountainous ass of hers, and she didn’t feel like having it lie on concrete all the time, Starry had no doubt employed some of her godly powers in the creation of a pillow big enough to be able to provide the support she needed for her very long hours serving as a beacon of pure arousal. It wasn’t exactly a throne per se, but it was about the closest she could get; besides, having an actual chair would be a bit too regal for her taste, seeing as she liked to keep things down to earth and somewhat relatable. Thus, where once had been her café, the backyard where her old form would sit and service whoever wanted some of her attention, and about ten or so extra city blocks, there stood only a single, massive, down-filled pillow. The only sign that it belonged to a goddess was the fact that it was that big, because otherwise it looked exactly like any other pillow one might purchase at a store… well, apart from the gold trim, that much Starry decided to splurge out on a bit. It served its purpose wonderfully though, even if it took a few minutes for the giantess to climb onto it, and a few minutes more for her to turn around and actually place her ass on it, rather than using it as something to rest her tits on. Then again, considering both her bust and butt were about the same size, it did give her ideas about potentially getting something for the latter as well, maybe some kind of padded seat where she could place her immense mounds during “work” hours; it would certainly reduce the amount of incidents where she accidentally moved to one side in order to check up on what was happening to the tiny ones around her and ended up smacking the side of one of her tits against a few residential arcologies, not to mention the perennial issues with overflow after she started milking herself. Honestly, there were just so many logistical problems that came with her body being the way that it was that Starry was surprised she hadn’t yet migrated to somewhere off-world just to make it easier on herself. Then again, how could she, when she was that world’s goddess? Hers was not a body to be observed from a distance, but a gift, something to provide to the people of Earth and give them a chance at reaching, even if no one really managed to do so. To leave the planet behind and become some sort of orbital fixture might make things infinitely easier, doubly so once the next growth spurt came around (did those come around? Did she actually grow?), but it would also deprive her supplicants of her very much intoxicating presence, and that just wasn’t acceptable. She had a responsibility as their deity to do something about the intense horniness she caused in everyone, and that meant staying behind and making sure everyone could get the release they very much deserved, and so desperately needed. After all, if not her, then who else? Who else had both the power, the resilience and the endurance required to keep so many people on edge for so long that they could experience that sort of pure, unbridled bliss? If not for her, those poor things would be stuck, unable to truly cross over into the realm of orgasm, constantly stuck atop bodies that swelled and bloated and filled to such absurd degrees that they’d be perpetually unable to achieve any kind of proper climax; a fate worse than death, as far as Starry was concerned. No, she had to remain behind, had to do her best to help those around her, every day, day in, day out, until such a point as she could do so from further away. Because… that was the goal, right? The goal was to become so magnificently perfect that she could achieve the same results from a distance as she did in person… wasn’t it? It certainly seemed to make some sense to her, even if she couldn’t quite place her finger on why that was; after all, why exactly was she holding back? That was the main question there, and one that immediately leapt to the forefront of her mind the moment she formulated it, given how critical it was to her identity as a goddess: why was she holding back? Starry knew for a fact that she could do so much more than what she was doing at that point. Sitting there, emanating pure magnificence and allowing everyone else to achieve release was fun and all, but where was her enjoyment? Where was her release? Why was it that she had to do all the work and get none of the orgasmic pleasure in return if she was supposed to be that world’s goddess? In fact, now that she gave it some thought, the vixen couldn’t even remember the last time that she actually achieved climax, though she was quite certain it had something to do with that jewelry bracelet with odd electronics strapped to it that she had on her wrist; something about a promise made and upheld, a task given that must be followed to the very end or somesuch, she couldn’t really remember all that well. It was hard to think back further than that morning, a fog curtain that Starry was only vaguely aware of despite slamming her own consciousness against it multiple times. If there was one thing that the goddess could be certain of, however, it was that she hadn’t gotten off in… some time. Indeterminate, but certainly longer than usual given how much she wanted to rub her legs together or otherwise spread them before summoning an equally-gigantic partner in order to get rid of that nagging itch in the back of her head. Surprisingly, however, some part of her resisted this temptation; despite it being entirely within the realm of possibility for her to just snap her fingers and transform any one of those thousands, millions of little ones into a suitor that could satisfy her desires, and in fact such a thing being little more than the equivalent of a short jog… something inside of her told her not to do it. Was it some kind of moral obligation towards her “subjects”, if she could call them that? Some sort of universal imperative that forbade her from attempting such a thing while her charges still yearned for release themselves? It would certainly make sense given her luck, though why exactly she thought like that was also nothing short of a mystery; surely, as the goddess of that world, Starry and Starry alone would be the one to decide what laws she obeyed, or what laws even existed at all. And yet, despite all this, there yet remained that incessant prohibition, holding her back just enough that she couldn’t bring herself to raise her hand and make reality bow to her whims; and, if nothing else, this was extremely interesting to her. Starry recalled that she was supposed to hold herself back from experiencing orgasm, though again, she couldn’t quite remember why. While she couldn’t put her finger on when the last time she came was, the vixen was reasonably certain it happened a few days prior; add these two things together, and the reasonable answer should be that she was “due” for one big climax, especially considering how much her loins were aching for some kind of distraction, any distraction really… or was it? She was, at the end of the day, a goddess, a creature of absolute, utmost perfection that therefore required a great deal more pleasure to bring over the edge; similarly, whenever she did cross that line and end up venting all that pressure, the results were proportionately cataclysmic, often leading to large-scale flooding thanks to all the milk and other, assorted juices that flowed so easily from her. Or, at least, this is what she figured made sense, and just as she did so, the multiverse simply made it so. Out there in the vast expanses of everything, the other Starries responsible for this one iteration’s power boost were quick to pick up on any errant thought that crossed their newest member’s mind, in order to simply make it true; all that was really needed was for this sister of theirs to embrace her divine side, to accept it and make it true, for the barriers to come down and another instance of reality to fall to a tidal wave of soft flesh, orange fur, and copious amounts of breast milk. To this end, they needn’t rush; they had all of eternity, after all, and it had only been a couple of days ever since the ascendant vixen engaged in the kind of reality-distorting self-deprivation that weakened the dimensional veil to begin with. Nonetheless, and just like with every other version of Starry, this one too quickly fell to the whims and desires of her alter selves, countless eternities’ worth of raw horny energy being poured into her form just as her godlike abilities were unlocked, boosted to the seven hells and back, and then multiplied even further. And yet, she still sat there upon her immense pillow, scratching her chin and pondering over her inability to pleasure herself. Ultimately though, she was a plaything to the other Starries pulling her strings just as much as she was her own woman, with the latter half of herself slowly, but surely, overtaking the proceedings and coming up with a (for her) reasonable explanation for why she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm: it was too soon. She had memories of a time when she truly let loose, and the ensuing destruction was such that she had to put everything back in its place via some extreme abuse of her own powers; not exactly something difficult, but not a sequence of events she was in any rush to go through again, given how much it damaged the fabric of reality. It was absolutely divine, she wasn’t about to say otherwise, but the sheer amount of buildings that were wiped in the flood, and the deep grooves she dug into the surface of the planet with her paws were enough to convince her that she should probably hold back until a later date, in order to give existence itself some time to simmer down and center itself. At least, that’s what her mind conjured up as an explanation; it certainly made sense, in its own demented sort of way, but Starry couldn’t be certain if it was true, given her unique nature. Time was, after all, nothing if not relative around her. Not only was she dense enough to distort spacetime itself just by her sheer presence, but her status as a divine entity made it difficult to pin down just what timeline she was actually in; the vixen could peer into adjacent ones, possibilities that would be, had been, and never could be, and her job was to take them all and weave them into something that resembled a coherent narrative. Be it through her action, inaction, or anything in between, her job was mostly to make sure that her version of reality continued to exist within the bounds set by its own rules, and going off orgasming whenever she felt like it was incredibly dangerous in that regard; yes, it was fantastic and probably the most pleasure that anything alive had ever gone through, but what about the consequences? Starry looked around, at the many tiny ones surrounding her. She hadn’t yet started the process of unleashing her full glory unto them, and yet they were already digging their heels into the concrete and asphalt in their mad dash to get as close to her as possible before inevitably failing to resist their own bodies’ arousal overload. They hadn’t always been like that; Starry very much knew that people used to be people-sized, without tauric bodies riddled with so many engorged assets, and that it had been her actions that transformed the population of that city and its suburbs into those kinds of over-sexualized creatures. Her influence had spread beyond it as well, and though the rest of the planet was still safe from her, it wouldn’t be for much longer; soon, billions of souls would be turned into their perfect dream form, and from there, everything would stop: no more industry, no more economy, no more anything but travelling to see the perfect goddess that started it all, right up until she ejected herself into orbit and everyone on the planet could spend the rest of their days looking up and glorifying her. And while this was certainly an alluring prospect, it also made it very clear that she had to slow down; if she didn’t, who knew what might happen to all of her little ones, trapped as they were in their own inability to resist her own allure. It was settled then. As much as it hurt her to deny her own desires for any stretch of time, Starry was certain that it was, if nothing else, the right thing to do; she could always let loose at a later date, when the entire cosmos would be hers for the taking and she had plenty of room to jettison millions of gallons of milk each half-second during a climax that lasted for entire days, so why bother rushing it? Anything she could experience while planetbound would be naught but an appetizer compared to what she was truly capable of, so it was best if she held herself back; after all, the vixen had a whole city of playthings to “unleash” upon themselves, and all of this introspection had left her a few minutes behind on schedule. Readjusting herself on her colossal seat, Starry got ready to complete her task for the day, a slight grin growing on the edge of her lips as she closed her eyes and began her breathing exercises. It was always the most intense part of her daily experience, having to shut every external stimulus off and focus purely on that endless wellspring of divine power that had transformed her into whatever she could possibly be categorized as; it was a fire that never burned out, one fueled by an unknown source that even the vixen herself couldn’t identity, but her extra-dimensional other selves certainly could. Even a small fraction of their own power was enough to transform this version of Starry into something unrecognizable, and the further it was used, the more this iteration of the goddess-vixen drew upon it, the wider the proverbial door became. Eventually, it would become big enough to flood the entire cosmos with herself, and quite literally so with that, enough that this, this thing that she was doing that day upon her pillow, would only truly happen once. But it would still happen. Those in the city, stuck as they were atop thrones of curves, milk and cum, were all looking up at her, staring at the giantess off in the distance as the heat that permeated their own bodies grew stronger with each passing moment. They looked on as the silhouette of the godlike vixen became more defined against the blue sky, her outrageously exaggerated curves seeming to bloat up even further as she began glowing like a second sun; laying eyes upon her was impossible, for the sight would burn through to the observer’s soul, and yet everyone managed to do it without any real care nor concern, for such was Starry’s power that her own presence could never be anything less than completely benevolent. There would be no overpowering of minds or destruction of essences, naught but the exultation that could only come from being in the presence of someone like Starry herself; she was to become a beacon for all those that saw her as their goddess, and her body would be the main vector for distributing this glory to all the little ones raising their hands toward her. Everything, from her imposing height, tall enough to overshadow the biggest of skyscrapers downtown, to her ample bosom, stupendously stuffed with countless trillions of gallons of tightly-packed, dense cream just waiting to be poured out, so immense that they could blot out the sun for a couple of square miles each, all leading to the equally-titanic rear sat upon her throne-pillow. All of her, every inch of her (and there were plenty of those to go around) seemed designed from the ground up to cause the same reaction in anyone who looked upon her: desire. Desire and arousal and sheer, unfettered horny all rolled up into one transcendental experience that no one, not even herself, could truly comprehend; all they could do was absorb the radiance that emanated from her, drink from the light that bathed them and welcome it into their bodies, hoping that it would lead them down the same path that it had their goddess. This was, of course, impossible. No matter how hard these little ones tried, they would never truly reach the same level as Starry, if for no other reason than because of the simple fact that, by the time they became that large, the vixen’s own permanent growth rate would have ensured she became far, far larger than she was already, perhaps even big enough to blot out the light of the rest of the galaxy’s stars. But still they fantasized, locked as they were in their own minds, of their forms expanding and bloating and filling and multiplying until they too were sat upon their own thrones, locked in an endless cycle of self-indulgence and debasement of the likes unseen and unimagined by any who hadn’t been blessed by Starry’s presence. This, ultimately, was the secret behind the radiance’s uncanny ability to trigger a city-wide climax: it wasn’t that it made people horny as much as it simply gave them the mental resources to truly see their fantasies in their minds’ eye, making it far too much of an alluring prospect to simply ignore anymore. And, in the middle of it all, Starry herself, cross-legged and with her arms draped over her milk-stuffed udders, her eyes closed as she felt her power leak out in such vast quantities that it began to scare her on a level she hadn’t considered before… right before the fear turned back around into arousal once she became truly aware of how much power and energy she was wielding with such ease. The vixen could just shut it off, deprive all of her supplicants of their mannah, leave them begging for more as their demands turned to prayer… but she wouldn’t. Starry was, at the end of the day, a merciful goddess, and one that would never once think to make her followers feel anything other than rapturous bliss. It was what she wanted for herself, and she was nothing that special, so why hold back from giving everyone else the exact same thing? For hours on end, day after day. Forever.

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Title: A Dog Named Travis: Chapter One by BlackSmoke Tags: Contemporary, German Shepherd, Hospital, M/F, No-Yiff, Prologue, Science, Transformation [I needed some motivation, so I'm posting this for feedback. If you like where this is going, as inferred by the tags, please leave a comment. This was partially inspired by the song "High and Dry" by Radiohead] Chapter One: Hospitalities "Mister Shiloh," softly came the voice of a young nurse. She was a student at the San Francisco Center for Cancer Studies. She entered into the sterile room of Mr. Shiloh, one of the facility's many patients. He lay in his bed, looking forlornly out the large window which let the natural light of the beautiful day filter through unadulterated. It partially heated the room. There was little to smell. The plastic decorative flowers on the particle board bookshelf had no perfume, and the faux-wood baseboards of the room only served to agonize Mr. Travis Shiloh further. "Yes?" I replied weakly. I'm Travis Shiloh. No one who knew me then would know. I was in this study center with cancer wracking my body, and no treatment so far had worked. I dreaded chemotherapy, and knew that even if I lived, I would never be the same. In the prime of my life, I was beginning to die. I was losing everything, and I could feel my life draining. "Mister Shiloh, someone is here to see you," she said, almost timidly. "Send them in, if it isn't a life-insurance broker." I replied disdainfully. The nurse left, to go fetch my company. I was left to ponder things. I suppose I thought about life and death, and realized how I was falling into despair. I was becoming cynical, I knew it, and I saw that, as of late, I had been pushing away everyone I loved. My parents, my girlfriend, my brother... Out of spite and bitterness, like a wounded animal that knew it would soon die. I thought especially of my girlfriend, who I planned to marry. But it would be no use now. It seemed to take too long. Eventually there was a knocking at the door, and, though it took some strength, I called to the visitor and told them that the door was unlocked. To my surprise, a very sophisticated-looking man in a suit emerged from behind the synthetic door. He was tall and thin, with a hairline that retreated from view to the top of his head. He wore a sincere looking smile, and carried a tan briefcase that seemed to come from nineteen seventy. I immediately became defensive; cursing the nurse for letting a solicitor into my room to bother me on what I thought was my deathbed. I watched him set the briefcase down, and turn his shining, optimistic eyes towards me. I disliked that look. I couldn't help but think to myself that this man had an unthinkably sinister agenda, as I had never seen a solicitor with such a genuine grin and such a twinkle in his eye. He looked me over, and held out his hand to mine. "My name is Fred Sohare," He said to me, holding out his hand. I thought to myself, 'Sohare doesn't have so much hair.' I reluctantly took his hand in mine, and gave it a brief shake. He looked me in the eye, and I became unnerved. I fancied that he was one of those brainwashed corporate slaves, like the too-happy employees seen in offices and at Walmart. I'd swear they worked for the Soylent Green Biscuit Company. "Travis." Was all that I replied. He took his time to reply. I became impatient as he looked around the room, and gazed out the window. I didn't retort when he said, "Nice day, huh?" though, I wanted to. I slowly grew from pessimism to irritation, as he looked over the one picture I had of me with my family, when I was healthy. That wasn't me anymore. I hardly ever smiled. Some one-sided small talk took place. He talked, I just glared. Eventually, after what seemed like hours, he turned to me with a serious look. "You want me to leave, Travis," He said earnestly, "You think I'm here to sell you something." I simply nodded. The carpetbagger bowed his head, and paced around the foot of my hospital bed. I was beginning to get uncomfortable under the sheets from my lack of movement. I fancied I could feel the blood clots forming in my legs. "You're a cynical man, Travis. I know you know that." I couldn't help be crack a sarcastic grin. "No, sir. Everything's diamonds at the moment." He seemed offended slightly. I was proud of myself. "Listen, Travis, I know you want me to cut to the chase. Or maybe you don't. But just hear me out, here. I work for a neurologist who specializes in the human central nervous system." I nodded. I didn't understand where he was getting at. How could a neurologist help me? I didn't have brain cancer; I had other kinds of cancer. The kind that spread and didn't die under chemo, lasers, herbal therapy, or whatever other crazy voodoo that the local San Fran hippies said would work. But I was bored, and could use a good laugh. I let him continue. "Travis, I read your case. You're a young, proactive, intelligent man. You deserve more than this. I'm not here to sell you anything. In fact, you'd get paid for accepting my offer." "I'm sorry, mister," I said bitingly, "But I don't do endorsements or public announcements." "Will you hear me out? My boss is a neurologist- he's been working on a new treatment--" "I don't have brain cancer." "You don't need brain cancer. Listen, you're going to die soon, we both know that. So I tell you what, you can either agree to participate in this experiment and live for fifteen more years, or you can die next year, alone and decrepit." I was taken aback by his bluntness. Surely there was no way that this could work, no matter what it was. Nothing short of a miracle would save me. I glared hatefully at this suited man before me, confused and indignant, not wishing to be taken advantage of again. "Go on," I said. "Alright, Travis," the man said as he went to his briefcase and opened it up. I looked at the clock during this brief requiem. It had already been almost forty five minutes. He returned to me with a pamphlet, printed on fine stationary, with a diagram of the central nervous system on the front. "I work for Gene Franksten, Ph.D. He's received a multi-million dollar grant for his research in therapy to stimulate the reparation of nerves. I know you don't think this can help you, but his research has hit a breakthrough. Doctor Franksten knows the tragedy that cancer has, and pulled the names of fifteen participants from the various cancer research facilities around the nation." "As it says on the cover, here... Now, I assume I got picked, right? Whoopdee-doo. Cut to the chase." "Well, you ungrateful... I mean, Mr. Shiloh, you were picked. This sounds like magic, but what Doctor Franksten has discovered is a way to safely transplant a human brain from one body to another." I nearly choked when I heard that. This was playing out like a bad sci-fi movie. Once I was done staring incredulously at the psycho Borg fan in front of me, I found my voice which I had seemed to misplace momentarily. "Transplant... a brain? Doctor Franksten? Don't you mean Doctor Frankenstein? You must be delusional, sir. Get out of my room and get back to your padded cell, I'm not in the condition to deal with you or your fucked up sense of humor!" The man frowned at me. "Whatever you say, Mister Travis. Call me if you change your mind. I'll tell Gene that you needed time to think on it. My number is in the back of the pamphlet." He closed his suitcase and left promptly, leaving me to stew in the fumes of my anger and hurt dignity. \*\*\*\* \*\*\* \*\*\*\* Two days later, I felt better. The day outside was overcast and dark, so that my eyes didn't hurt from the light or the beauty of creation. I marveled at how this sudden change in moods left me happy. I sat in my bed, watching the people in the small landscaped park across the street, bundled in their jackets and parkas, even though this was just an inconvenient spell of cool weather in the fall. It wasn't even that cold; it was around fifty degrees. I thought to myself, if I could go out there, I would need nothing more than a long-sleeved tee shirt and a pair of jeans. I would revel in the feeling of the cold and the fresh earthy smell of the park. I looked over to the bedside table. There was the pamphlet that was given to me by that man in the suit... I hardly believed what he said, but in the darkest moments of the night when I was too sick to sleep, wracked by pain and shortness of breath, I thought about it, and the more I did, the more verisimilitude it gained in my mind. I felt so hopeless, that I was truthfully considering this as a viable option. "Mr. Shiloh, your girlfriend is here for you. Do you feel well enough to see her?" the nurse asked. I had long since forgotten my curses against her, and was now thankful for her assistance. "Yes, please bring her in." I said. It was only a few moments before she walked in, not leaving me time to ponder the sinking feeling in my chest, and the dizziness I, for some reason, was experiencing. Her beautiful, slim frame came in to greet me. She wore one of the leather jackets that I'd bought her for when we went motorcycle riding together, and carried a wet umbrella in her hands. Her brunette hair was tied back, and covered with the cap she wore. I felt comforted by the fact that she wore no makeup, the lack of which being a symbol of her trust and ease with me. She came to my bedside and kissed my forehead, and I gently pressed my hand on her shoulder, and kissed her cheek. "Hey, baby." She said to me, staying close. I looked back at her, not really knowing how she'd perceive my expression. It must have been obvious to her that I was troubled by ponderous thoughts. "What's wrong?" She asked, genuinely worried. I was nervous to admit to her what I was thinking. She'd probably think I was crazy. "Nothing's wrong." I said as calmly as I could, as I took hold of her hand. "I'm just wondering about something that I heard..." "Did the doctors tell you anything?" "Nope, nothing new. They strongly recommend chemo again, but I'm scared... I don't think I'd make it this time... Say, Alex..." I began. My hand started to shake. Over the last few days, I'd had a change of heart. My doctor had told me that the only option was chemo, and that there was no guarantee that it would indeed work. "Yes, baby?" she replied. I looked into her soft hazel eyes. It sounded gimmicky, but I had to try it. To live. To live for her. "Alex, a few days ago, a man came into my room... He was an agent working for some Gene Franksten, some neurologist or something. He said he could give me a new lease on life..." Alex had the same skeptical look that I did when I first heard, but she was far more patient than me. I continued. "He said that this Gene dude could transplant my brain into another body..." She was shocked, but I begged her to let me finish. "I'm going to give them a call... See if I can meet this Gene Franksten. I want you to be with me. We'll see what it's all about..."

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Title: Prison Rings, Chapter 1 by Fuzzy Dimplebottom Tags: Husky, M/M, NC, Oral, Otter, Raccoon, Wolf Adam lay on his bunk, trying to make sense of the day. The whole thing had just been one big blur. Just that morning he'd been standing in court, wearing his best suit. The colours perfectly complimented his well groomed, black and white husky fur. The suit had cost a lot, though on his income, such things don't really matter. In fact, the price was half the reason he liked wearing it so much. However, just looking good hadn't been enough to save him, and after the judge's hammer came down, he was immediately escorted out of the room by two armed guards. By noon, he was standing naked in a cold, empty room as two prison workers assigned him a number and catalogued the few possessions he'd had on him at the time. One donned a pair of rubbed gloves and cold, uncaring hands searched him for smuggled items. He growled as two fingers were forced into his sheath, stretching the opening so that a light could be shined inside for inspection, and winched as seconds later, the same happened to his tailhole. When the workers deemed him clean, his prison uniform was shoved into his paws, and he was marched, naked and violated, through the corridors of the prison until he reached his cell. Now, Adam lay in his cell, wearing his prison uniform, staring blankly at the ceiling. The uniform itself was simple, an orange shirt and shorts bearing his name and number. The simple design kept costs down, while at the same time ensuring that the prisoners had no place in which to keep items. The bright orange colour was intended to make the prisoners stand out if they ever tried to run, but the gaudy colour also served as a tool to remove individuality, and to help break the inmates' spirits. "You've really messed things up this time", he thought to himself. His quiet musings were suddenly interrupted by the guards banging against cell doors. "SHOWER TIME", the guards yelled, every syllable they uttered filled with disdain for the lowlifes around them. Adam followed the guard's angry points and shoves until he arrived in a square room, covered in white tiles with draining grates littered across the floors. The walls were covered, every half meter or so, with shower heads, with another dozen mounted on a circular piece of metal hanging from the ceiling in the middle of the room. He sighed as for the second time that day he was forced to strip naked in the presence of other men. He found a showerhead and began washing his soft fur, thankful at least that the water was warm. A few minutes later, another man took the shower head next to him, a tall grey furred wolf. Adam's attention was drawn to the man's sheath, as it was pierced, and the wolf wore a ring made of what seemed to be iron or steel. Quickly pulling his gaze from his neighbour's crotch before anyone noticed, he finished cleaning his fur and walked towards the other side of the room to dry himself off. It was in doing this that he noticed something curious - a handful of other guys there, perhaps one in every six or seven, had the same plain sheath piercing as the wolf. Shrugging it off, he finished drying himself, pulled on his prison uniform, and waited to be escorted back to his cell. As the weeks passed, he eventually came to learn that the wolf, who everybody simply called "Step", was the leader of a prison gang, who used the sheath piercing to identify members. Piercings, fur shavings, and other markings were illegal inside the prison - however as sheath piercings were hidden under the uniforms, and could be removed or hidden before inspections or health exams, the wolf's gang had gotten away with this since its birth. The showers, he was told, weren't heavily monitored by the guards, which is why the bathers there sported their sheath rings in the open. After almost two months in prison, Adam had adjusted to the routine as best he could. The indignity of being locked in a cell had long since faded, and he had resolved to just live day by day until his release. The only problem with this was an otter named Anthony. Anthony had, for reasons unknown, chosen Adam as his own personal punching bag, and seemed to like nothing more than making him suffer. He'd push the husky off the exercise machines he was using, steal the football when he was trying to play a game, and always sat opposite him at meals, stealing his food when the guards weren't looking. One afternoon, Adam was in the exercise yard, when his legs were suddenly hit from behind. He felt his feet fall out from beneath him as he crashed to the floor, turning to face his attacker. Anthony stood over him, a stick in his paws, grinning evilly. "The guards are being changed, so I thought I'd have some fun with my friend." He smirked. Something inside Adam snapped; he leapt up off the floor and threw his full weight at the otter. He wrestled the stick from his hands, and threw it across the yard. Anthony recoiled in shock, and Adam took his chance to land two clean blows against his jaw, overcome with rage, and taking out two month's of frustrations out on the bullying otter. Anthony fell to the floor, and Adam kicked him as hard as he could. Adam closed his eyes, trying to regain some sense of self control. Breathing deeply, he looking down at the bloody mustelid lying beaten beneath him. The voice of rage in his head was silenced, and he was calm. In the back of his mind came a new voice. A calm voice. A calm voice that very softly pointed out that Adam hadn't had sex in two months. A calm voice that pointed out that the guards were being changed, which meant he was able to do whatever he wanted until they returned. He grinned at the otter, sitting on his chest, facing downwards. Anthony shrieked in pain, apparently his kick had broken one of his ribs. Adam wasn't distracted though, and he pulled down the otter's prison shorts, exposing his sleek brown furred sheath and fairly large balls. Adam stuck his thumb into the sheath, grasping his fingers around the balls, digging his claws ever so slightly into the soft fur underneath them. He looked over his shoulder at the otter, who had a panicked expression on his face. "Now then, Anthony," Adam said calmly, "I'm sure you appreciate how easily I could hurt you badly right now, and want to assure you that I'm not going to damage you further unless I have to. Do you understand?" Anthony nodded, yelping slightly. Adam reached down, pulling his own shorts down enough to let his fully hardened, 8 inch husky manhood spring free. "Now, you're going to help me relieve some of the tensions I've built up these last months. And if you don't..." Adam tugged slightly at the otter's sheath, "Understand?" Adam didn't wait for a reply before pushing the head of his cock into the otter's muzzle, murring deeply as he felt sensations he hadn't felt in a long time. A crowd had started to form, some of them watching on, shocked, some of them obviously enjoying the show, and some of them cheering him on as he dealt justice to the man who had wronged them. Anthony sucked on Adam's manhood, swallowing the pre it dripped into his unwilling muzzle, too scared to do anything else. Adam forced more of his length into his toy's maw, until the otter was almost gagging, his tongue flicking over the canine's sensitive shaft. Anthony quickly decided that the only way to get out of this was to make the husky cum as fast as possible, and began to bob his muzzle over his captor's cock, causing him to moan loudly. Noticing his reaction, Anthony quickened his pace, rubbing his tongue over his cockhead, sucking firmly on the throbbing rod. Adam closed his eyes, nearing his climax as the otter reached up to fondle the canine's white furred balls. This took Adam by surprise, pushing him over the edge as he sprayed two months of his seed into the otter's mouth. Anthony swallowed the cum as it shot into his muzzle, repulsed slightly by the salty, musky taste of the man he had tormented. He sighed in relief as he felt Adam's softening member withdraw his mouth, and the obtrusive thumb pull out from his sheath, as the husky pulled up his prison shorts and walked off as though nothing happened. Adam didn't hear any of mention of the incident until three days later, in the shower room. He picked his usual showerhead and soaked his fur from head to toe, when he noticed Step standing next to him, the large wolf's eyes staring directly at him. "We all saw what you did to Anthony the other day. That little runt's had it coming to him for months now." Step said, his voice dry, but far from unpleasant. "We'd like to offer you a place with us. We think you'd serve us well." Adam looked at the wolf, soon deciding that this was a man he'd rather be on the good side of. "Sure, I'll join you." "You've made the right choice." Step grinned as two men, both with the gang's sheath rings, took hold of him, and forced him to the floor of the shower. They held his legs open, exposing his sheath to the wolf. "Stay still," Step demanded, "there's the simple matter of your initiation." Step pushed a finger into his sheath, which Adam noticed for the first time was rather large, even for a fur of Step's size. After a few seconds of searching, he pulled out a steel ring. Noticing the look on the husky's face, he grinned "When you've been here as long as I have, you learn to use your body to hide things in any way you can. This is to be your membership ring. It may only be a loop of steel taken from a prison mattress, but to you, it's your life from this point on." He handed the ring to a raccoon, who removed a short, but sharp looking nail from his own sheath. Removing a small ball of rubber he kept on the end to prevent injury, he then washed both under the shower, before sitting between Adam's legs. "This may hurt." He said, in an accent that Adam had difficulty placing. The raccoon pinched the skin at the top of the husky's sheath, stretching it upwards, before driving the nail through the sensitive flesh, and quickly threading the ring through before letting go. Adam's eyes watered, looking down at his sheath, at his piercing, and at his new identity. As the pain quickly started to subside, he looked up at the naked wolf who was to be his leader. "Shower up and get back to your cell. You're one of us now. If you need us, we'll be there. If we need you, you'll answer without question." Step said, breaking out into a grin, absentmindedly rubbing at his sheath where the hidden ring had stretched it "And from what I've seen, I'm definitely going to be needing you."

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Title: High School Transformation: Ch 5 Phillip,Kyle, and the Team by the roo Tags: Anal, Bull, Football, Horse, M/M, Magic, Oral, Stallion, Transformation, straight to gay Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff Story retyped: 5/28/2011 Phillip and Kyle were both major players of the high school varsity team. Phillip was six feet tall with brown hair and Kyle was five foot eleven with blonde hair. Both were still fit despite Kyle had a bit of a belly. Kyle was the right tackle of the football team while Phillip was the left tackle. Both were at practice as the sun set and Corban, along with all his newly claimed pets, walked along the hill that over looked the practice field, all standing in near human form. Today was a skirmish between their team and one from the nearest school district. The entire team loved these practice skirmishes because they could hit hard without worry about injuring their own players. The rest of the team like the freshman got the day off, sitting along the sideline in their pads, just watching. Their star quarterback, Charlie, a short guy with tanned skin and long black hair, was especially ready to show off his skills. He didn't look like the football type, but he was definitely one of their bests. Corban raised his brows and grinned evilly as the two teams came together to start the skirmish. The center of the field had four stripes of color, black and purple, and streaks of gold and red. "Ed...take hold of me, I'm about to get very tired..." The tall, black haired mind slave took hold of his masters arms as he was instructed, just as Corban lifted his arms and opened his eyes and jaw as much as he could. The players on the field did not seem notice as a thick black cloud formed over the field, a bizarre thunder rolling. But as lightning struck the skies, they at first began to scatter. It was far too late for them now. A ghostly wisp expelled from almost every orifice on Corban's body and overcame the field. As it struck the players, some fell to their knees; others threw themselves at each other, trying to rip the other's clothes off like animals. Phillip and Kyle were two of the few who would watch in horror as the men around them contorted, changed, or brutally raped each other. The freshman on the sidelines had collapsed for unknown reasons, not having to endure the sight that would have been before them. Trembling, Kyle raised his gloved hand to watch as his hands grew and easily split the material, his skin stretching before fading into a blackened tone. He looked to his left to see Phillip kneeling on the ground with his helmet dug into the muddy field. His ass was jutting towards the sky as high pitched squeals left his throat, the dude sounded like a horse! "I gotta... I gotta get my pants off!" The jock was trying to push down his pants, but much like Kyle, his hands were changing against his will. With one last thrust of his ass, the stud neighed loudly from his human mouth as a chocolate brown tail sprouted from his pants, flicking back and forth happily until it had reached its full length. Kyle looked around himself in fear. One of his fellow team mates had pinned down a guy from the other team, apparently fucking the hell out of him. "NO, please stop, UNGH!" Whatever he was thrusting into the guy wasn't human! It looked about a foot long each time it pulled out and had a flat flopping head. Neighing loudly, the guy plowed his victim one last time as jets of jizz shot from the abused asshole. But it wasn't over! The guy flapped his lips as soon as the horse man pulled out. Turning around on his knees, he grabbed hold of his abuser's cock and ripped off his own helmet. What was behind it was a forming horse head which had lust in its eyes. Within moments he was gagging down his once rapists cum. "Do you like what you see?" Kyle turned his head, only to be met with Phillip's twelve inch, horse hung cock, giant melon like balls hanging beneath it. Gasping, Kyle made his first mistake as his once best friend shoved the monster cock down his throat. Though he was still mostly human besides the tail and cock, Phillip's mind easily gave into the beast like control. Kyle's eyes widened as he gagged on thick leather like meat as the changing man fucked his face. It gave him a good view of two more beast men breeding nearby. A sort of Minotaur like guy in black and purple uniform had flipped a half horse man in gold and red onto his back and was holding his hoofed ankles up into the air as he violently raped him. "NeeeNOOOO, NEEEEIIGH!" Struggling to fight it, the horse man finally gave in and started pumping his fat dick, ramming his ass back against the bull man who was nearly finished his change. Throwing Kyle on his stomach, Phillip easily tore at his bitch's pants with his new found strength, exposing Kyle's new bulbous horse ass and pink pucker. Smacking the ass, Phillip gave off a heavy neigh as his face contorted, forming his chocolate brown equine snout, snorting out of his big black round nostrils while his cock grinded in Kyle's ass crack as his butt cheeks sprouted little golden hairs to match that of his head. "OH FUCK....YEAH!" An oh shit look fell over the jock's face as he couldn't believe what he just shouted out. Twitching his butt and gladly grinding against that teasing horse meat, Kyle flapped his lips as a pink nub stretched from his tail bone before sprouting blonde hairs that grew into a thick veil of horse hair. Without wasting any more time, Philip grabbed hold of Kyle's ass and filled him full of horse. All around them the field was full of moans, neighs, and bull cries, easily pushing aside the once sad cries of mercy from men. Phillip's transformation quickened as he came close to busting a nut in the new stud's ass beneath him. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming....ree hee hee he!" Grabbing Kyle's shoulders, his hips bucked into the gold stallion, tapping smooth equine sacs together. Watery cream sprayed out of the rim of Kyle's pucker, dripping down his leg. But he didn't feel full until he could literally feel something sliding along inside Phillip's shaft. It was a plug, a kind of cum that filled up a mare when a stud was ready to breed her. Snorting from his large nostrils, Phillip leaned towards Kyle's ears as they shifted to his head, becoming long and pointed, "Cry for your stud." Sharply pulling his cock out of Kyle's ass, Kyle whinnied loudly, slamming his feet back as the pressure in his ass disappeared. Like paper, the stud's new hooves burst from his football cleats, leaving them not but a heap of leather on the field. Kyle grunted, his blonde main falling before his eyes, soaking up the sweat of sex which was now running down his snout to his pinking nose and lips. Looking around, he licked his lips with his thick pink tongue, watching horses and bulls slow fuck as they were just finishing up their wild sessions of sex, hot wet slurping sounds coming from assholes and shafts. The golden stallion didn't feel quite finished yet. Lowering his equine snout, he looked down at his own horse cock which was throbbing between the rims of his pants, the band pleasurably grinding up against it. The sounds of groans caught his attention, causing his ears to flap. On the sides of the field, the freshman teams were just starting to wake. A young freshman with short black hair and adorable blue eyes looked up, resting on all fours to see a massive figure standing over him, it was Kyle. "Welcome to your high school initiation..." As ruthless as Phillip had been with him, Kyle placed his hoofed fingertips on the back of the kid's head and forced him down onto the raging horse cock. Other freshman watched in terror, they couldn't do anything else; their bodies seemed to be frozen on all fours. One after another, the transformed varsity team line up in front of a freshman, giving them a taste of what they had experienced. Corban collapsed as soon as the spell had worked itself deep into the minds of everyone on the field. Or so he thought. As Ed helped him to his feet, he spotted a figure in football jersey and pads fleeing into the nearby park woods, giving off a very irritated neigh. "No one escapes THAT easily..." For now he could do nothing about the single survivor, not after turning a field of football jocks into a field of butt fucking bulls and studs.

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Title: Me and My Big Mouth Tags: male, blow job, first time, camping, reluctant "I'm not sure I can do this." I said as I looked up from my knees at Dave. "Well, you're the one who offered ya know." "Yeah, I know but you were going on and on about being horny and were keeping me awake." "You could have just said 'be quiet'." I knelt there in the living room of Dave's apartment in silence. I didn't know where to look. Looking up at his face felt weird. Looking straight ahead had me staring straight at his semi erect cock. And looking down at the floor felt submissive than looking up at him. I closed my eyes and stayed silent. "Well, Jayson, what was it you *did* say when you could have just said 'be quiet' or better yet nothing." Dave continued. We had been camping along the Oregon Coast when the conversation turned to women. I've been dating Amy for a few years now with plans to get married when we finish college. Dave had just broken up with the girl he had been dating since high school. It was about midnight and he was going on and on about how Diana had fucked him over, cheating on him, and as a result he hadn't had sex now in about three weeks and how horny he was. He ranted for about an hour all the while keeping me awake. "For god's sake Dave, it's midnight and I'm tired. Go to sleep. If you let me get some sleep *I'll* suck your dick when we get home? Will that work?" I said in frustration. "Okay." And with that Dave rolled over and was soon asleep. I had forgotten all about the incident until we got back to his place a few days later. "Come in and we can shower first." Dave said as we pulled into his parking spot. "Shower? First? For what? I want to go home and see Amy." "Before you blow me." "Wait? What?!" Dave turned and looked at me as he got out of the truck. At that moment I remembered what I had said. *FUCK!!* The word repeated over and over inside my head! "Come on Jayson. Lock up the truck and let's go." I really didn't think he was serious. I figured he'd back out so I wasn't *too* worried. Dave was already in the shower by the time I locked up the truck and grabbed my clothes bag and got to his apartment. I called into the bathroom to ask if he wanted coffee. I needed some after the long drive home. I made a pot and waited for him to finish. He walked out wrapped in a towel and told me the shower was mine. While showering I got to wondering if Dave really was serious about this. I started thinking about how Amy sucked my dick and how I would do it if I had to. I was still hoping he would back out. I felt my cock start to get hard! I quickly attributed it to thinking about Amy blowing me and not me blowing Dave. I cranked the water to cold until my boner was gone. I dried off and headed toward the smell of coffee. Dave had poured my coffee and left it on the counter. When I walked into the living room he was sitting in a chair watching a porn movie. SWELL! A towel was draped across his lap and beneath it I could clearly see the outline of his hard on. "Why don't you leave your towel on the floor there, Jayson? You probably won't need it." I hesitated but eventually I let go of the towel and it slid to the floor. I stood there naked holding my coffee cup and feeling very naked. I imagined the scene in my head and thought how absurd I must look. Although I thought if it was a woman this scene would be incredibly hot. I glanced at the TV to see a gorgeous Asian chick sucking off a guy dressed as a cop. Against my wishes my dick began to stir as I watched her lavish his cock with attention. I looked at my coffee. I tried to force my boner to go down. I didn't want there to be *any* assumptions I was enjoying this. I stood there fascinated at the oily sheen on the surface of my coffee. I was hoping if I didn't move or make a sound Dave would sense my unease or come to his senses and forget this whole thing. "Come over here and kneel down Jayson." FUCK!! No such luck about him coming to his senses. My body began walking toward him before my brain said it was okay. It felt as if my legs had a mind of their own. When my knees bent and I found myself kneeling between his legs I felt like I was in a trance. Dave pulled the towel aside and I was up close and personal with another guys dick for the first time. And that brings us back to my current situation of kneeling in silence. "You really want me to do this? I know what I said but you really want this?" "Look. I'm so horny I don't care who sucks my dick. I need to cum and my hand is beginning to leave indents on my cock." Dave repositioned himself in the chair by moving his body forward until his balls were hanging down and his butt was half off the cushion. I watched as his balls swayed just a foot or two from my face. Staring at a nut sack from this vantage point was unique. I had only seen my own from above. Dave must have shaved in the shower because the territory before me was devoid of any hair. "Come on Jayson. Amy is going to be wondering where you are." *What the hell would Amy say if she ever got wind of this? What would anyone say? FUCK!!* "Dave, you have to promise me no one, *NO ONE*, will EVER find out about this. Okay?" I said emphatically. "Yeah. Sure, okay. But let's not make this an all-day event okay. Get on with it already!" "Are you going to watch?' "Fuck no! I'm going to watch this movie and imagine the mouth attached to my cock is that little Asian hottie!" Okay. Well that made me feel a *little* better. I haltingly reached out and cupped his scrotum with my hand. I raised my hand to gently lift his balls. They felt heavy. Probably full of cum I thought apprehensively. My fingers gently curled around his sack. Dave moaned as I held his balls. "Your hand is warm from the coffee cup. It feels good." I wasn't sure whether to be happy or repulsed. I had just brought pleasure to another dude by touching his balls. It was easier to be happy about it and I continued. I began to tickle the back side of his sack with my nails and finger tips by curling my fingers toward me as I cupped his balls with my hand. Dave let out another moan and rocked his hips back and forth. He was grinding his butt into the cushion as he did. Emboldened, I let go of his balls and took hold of his cock. It felt smooth and hard in my hand. I ran my fingers over the shaft. Like a layer of rubber over a piece of steel. Holding someone else's cock was completely different than holding my own. When I held mine, I could feel the sensations in my cock. However, holding Dave's cock, the sensations where in my hand and fingers. I was able to feel the vein on the bottom as well as the soft spongy head. I ran my hands up and down the entire length. I quickly glanced up at Dave. His head was back and his eyes were closed. When I looked back down a drop of pre-cum was oozing from the tip. I squeezed the head to make the liquid come out then ran my finger over the slit to gather it up. I swirled it around between my index finger and thumb. "Taste it." I looked up again to see Dave watching me. "Lick your fingers. How does it taste?" I did as I was told and licked my fingers tasting his pre-cum. "Like nothing really. Maybe a little salty but no real taste." I said. Surprised at my own casual description of tasting another man. "Okay, continue." "I thought you said you weren't going to watch?" "The movie ended and I was switching to a new one and glanced down." "Okay." I took hold of the shaft and began to jerk his cock off. It was an odd sensation moving my hand in a way I was unaccustomed to. I was pulling my hand toward me rather than away from me as I do when I jerk off. It took a few strokes for me to get a smooth rhythm going but I did. I was beginning to enjoy this. Dave moaned again and moved his hips in the chair. This time his butt rose from the cushion while he let out a deep sigh. I watched as his hands gripped the arms of the chair. I was doing this! I was really doing this and Dave was getting excited by my actions. This time I was happy. Repulsion never entered my mind. I was getting into this. I wondered if Amy felt the same way when she got me off? "Stop playing Jayson. I'm getting close and need to cum!" I had come this far to back down and really wanted to finish this. I rose up on my knees and leaned forward. Dave put his hand on my head and guided my mouth down to his cock. I held his shaft still while giving the head a long slow lick. Picking up a large drop of pre-cum in the process. "Are you expecting me to swallow it?" "Of course! You already tasted it? What's the big deal?" Secretly I was hoping he said that. I wanted to taste it, to feel it in my mouth, to swallow it. But I didn't want Dave to know I wanted to. I wanted him to tell me to do it. I opened my mouth and started working my way down his shaft. He was a little longer and thicker than me. Regardless of his size and my size this was the first dick I ever sucked so really, I had not point of reference. My lips wrapped around him and I slowly worked my head up and down. Once I got the motion down and my confidence up I began to pick up the pace as well as the amount of cock I was able to get into my mouth. A loud moan came from above me and Dave's hips rose from the chair pushing his cock deeper into my mouth. I could hear his breathing get heavier and quicker. I was feeling proud of myself. I increased my up and down motion and continued to force as much of his meat into my mouth as possible. My hands found their way down to his balls and began to gently massage them. I could hear his breathing get more intense as his hips rose off the cushion and did a mid-air wiggle before setting back down. A low growl came from above. His shaft was slick with my saliva and his pre-cum and glided effortlessly over my lips and into my face. Dave let out a sound somewhere between a scream, a growl, and a moan. I felt his scrotum contract and his balls move. I slowed my head motions and waited for him to erupt. The first blast of cum caught me by surprise! As did the second. Before I could swallow, a bit of cum escaped my mouth and ran down my chin. I managed to swallow the next blast as well as the remainder of his cum. I pulled my head back from his shaft and quickly licked my chin. I noticed a pearl sized drop of cum emerging from the slit and I quickly licked that up before clamping my lips over his glistening dick again. I gently began to suck the rest of the cum from his balls until he pushed me away. Dave sighed in contentment as he sat there with his head back and eyes closed. "My god that was one incredible blow job, Jayson. Have you ever done that before?" He asked. "No. Never. That was my one and only." "Well, if you ever need to suck another cock again I am always available for a repeat performance." "We'll see about that. But it looks like you're ready to go again now." I said jokingly as I reached down and took hold of his dick that was again getting hard. I was shocked at myself for so casually touching his cock. "Maybe next time I'll fuck you, Jayson." He said as he slapped my naked ass. "We could always skip camping and just spend a few days of me taking care of you. But for now, I have to get home to Amy." I said as I took a sip of cool coffee and wiped my face on his towel. The End?

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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, Implied Popping, blowkiss, deflation, inhale, revenge Text: Leslie awoke, but didn't open her eyes at first. She no longer felt Roger's weight on her. She was lying flat on her back now, to whatever extent she still had a back. Best as she'd been able to tell, her body had been one giant curve before she went to sleep. She wiggled her fingers, breaking into a grin as she realized she could move her hands freely once again. Her feet were similarly mobile. Moving her arms and legs proved somewhat less fruitful. She could wiggle them some, causing her to wobble in place and displacing the air inside her, but bending simply wasn't happening. Leslie was still somewhat heartened. At least now she could distinctly feel that she had limbs. Taking a deep breath through lips that she could feel were still significantly plumper than normal, she steeled herself in preparation for viewing her current condition. Leslie opened her eyes. "Holy shit, my tits are huge!" she cried out, then laughed at the absurdity of her response. She was used to her breasts growing larger when she inhaled, but she'd never had the opportunity to appreciate her pneumatically enhanced mammaries. Previously she'd never stayed inflated very long, and last night she'd gotten so huge that they were stretched to near nonexistence across the vast surface of her body. But she'd shrunk down considerably while she'd slept. Now her breasts stood out from her body as two towering, swollen domes blocking most of her view. She couldn't even see the rest of her torso. "I've — I've deflated." Not completely, that was obvious. Looking to the left and right, marvelling at her reclaimed ability to turn her head, she could see her hugely distended arms tapering to hands that had returned to their normal size. Leslie was still massive by any reasonable estimation, even though she was a mere fraction of her former size. She looked more like an overinflated doll, whereas before she'd been a weather balloon with feet. She smiled, laughing with relief. "You're awake," Roger said as he approached. "And in good spirits by the sound of it." "I'm not a blimp anymore," Leslie said. "I was worried I might be stuck like that." He leaned over her and kissed her, gently stroking her tousled red locks. "Good morning." "Yes," she said. "Yes, it is." "You started getting smaller around midnight while you were asleep," he said, looking her over. "Somehow the air was leaking out." "Enjoying the view?" she asked cocking an eyebrow. Roger quickly turned his gaze from her enormous bosom and back to her face. "By the sound of things, so were you." "Don't change the subject," she chided. "They are rather — enticing," he said. "And large." He reached out to gently press a hand to her colossal bosom and could clearly hear Leslie's sharp intake of breath in response. It was a fascinating sight. "Large" was an incredible understatement. His hand looked so small against the vast, pale surface of her breast. And although her dark pink areola was vastly diminished in size from last night, it was still far too large for him to cover it. And despite being swollen to several times its normal size, her nipple still looked absurdly small by comparison. Her flesh was soft and yielded easily to his touch. Her pale skin was smooth and showed no distress from having been so impossibly overstretched. There were sharp transitions to a darker shade where her swimsuit hadn't shielded her from the sun the previous day. At her current size, the rhythmic rise and fall of Leslie's chest was barely discernible, but had noticeably quickened at Roger's touch. Roger turned his attention to Leslie's face once again. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, her freckled cheeks blushing. "That feels a lot better than I was expecting," she breathed. "Do you want to?" Roger asked. "It would be a bit cumbersome, but you're small enough now that we could probably manage it." It felt strange to describe Leslie as "small" in her current state, but recent events had greatly altered Roger's sense of scale. Leslie bit her lip nervously. "I do, but I don't?" she said. "I mean, I bet it would be amazing, but this is all pretty new to me. It's definitely something I'd want to explore. But right now I really feel like a balloon, and I'm a little apprehensive about how a balloon might respond to a vigorous poking." "As you wish," Roger said with a chuckle. "Coffee?" "Coffee sounds wonderful." While the coffee was brewing, Roger made several attempts at standing her up. It was to no avail. With her decreased mobility Leslie was unable to maintain her balance. Even a small shift in weight resulted in a slow-motion fall and gentle bouncing. "At least I have built-in airbags," Leslie joked. They decided that the best course of action was to lean her against the sofa so she could be comfortable and mostly upright. She could hear the clink of ceramic and silverware as Roger prepared the coffee, but with her back to the kitchen she couldn't see him. It was frustrating. Will he remember? Cream, no sugar? This was the sort of thing she'd normally handle herself, but now couldn't. After taking a sip to make sure it had sufficiently cooled, Roger brought the mug to her lips. She smiled. "Good?" Roger asked. "You remembered." "Of course. Now, what would you like for breakfast?" While Roger was cleaning up after breakfast, he heard Leslie grunting in the living room. He went to investigate and found Leslie flexing her arms. She'd strain to lift them as much as possible, then let them fall back to their resting position, sticking out nearly straight from her body. She'd repeat the process, bending them forward, then down, then up again. "Under the circumstances, I think it's okay for you to skip a day of aerobics," Roger said. "I'm trying to force the air out faster," Leslie responded. "Do you want me to help?" Roger offered. "I could — squeeze you?" "Squeeze me? What, you're not going to roll me to the juicing room first?" she teased. "There's no juice in there, that's air," he countered. "Besides, my juicing room's out of commission. The living room will have to do." "That's alright," Leslie said with a laugh. "Honestly, I have no idea if this is speeding things up. But I'd rather do something besides sit here and wait." "Whatever makes you feel better." He kissed her cheek. "Let me know if there's anything I can do for you." "Could you put something on the television? I could use the distraction." "Certainly." As much as she would have liked her thoughts to reflect the cheesy levity playing out in the sitcoms she was watching, Leslie couldn't keep her mind from wandering into unpleasant places. She knew that Roger had only meant it as a lighthearted quip and it was completely irrational for her to read anything more into it, but his comment about the juicing room had left her unsettled. Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was one of her favorite movies. She'd long felt a deep kinship with Violet Beauregarde, and her recent experiences had strengthened that connection. In the movie, Wonka stated that Violet had to be juiced immediately lest she explode. Had the juicing room not been available, that scene would have had a much darker tone to it. What if Violet hadn't been juiced in time? What if Roger hadn't let go in time? Leslie pushed the thoughts away and concentrated her attention on her arms. She could already feel her range of motion increasing as the air slowly left her. After several episodes, Leslie wanted to test her progress. "Roger, could you help me up?" He lifted her from the couch and stood her upright. "Okay, gonna let you go now." Roger took a step back. Leslie swayed a bit, but managed to adjust and remain vertical. "I can stand!" she cried out overjoyed. Her spirits lifting, Leslie's ambitious drive was returning. She shifted her weight to left, lifting her right foot. Carefully, she swung it forward. And set it down. She then shifted right and brought her left foot forward. "Oh my God, I can walk!" "Where do you want to go first?" Roger asked. "The bedroom," Leslie replied. "Changed your mind about some pneumatic naughtiness?" Leslie was already lumbering away from him, so he couldn't see the look of consternation on her face. "No. I'm exhausted from that workout. Now that I can, I want to sleep in an actual bed." As it turned out, regaining the ability to walk wasn't the only hurdle she had to clear to get to the bed. She was too big around to make it through the doorway on her own. Roger had to pull her through the doorway sideways. She just barely squeezed through, and nearly smothered herself with her own bosom in the process. He helped her onto the bed and laid a sheet on top of her. It couldn't completely cover her, but she didn't even notice. By the time the sheet was in place, she was already snoring. Leslie awoke to a number of pleasant surprises. Most of the air had left her. Her limbs were still quite puffy, but she could easily bend her knees and elbows now. And to top it off, most of the air that remained had settled in places where she was naturally curvy. Even though she still had a prominent paunch, her hugely swollen breasts and backside gave her the most exaggerated hourglass figure she'd ever seen. It's a bit much, but I guess getting blown up isn't all bad. Admiring her new shape in the mirror, she gave a quick shimmy and watched with amusement as her various swells quivered and jiggled long after she'd stopped. The end of Leslie's ordeal was in sight. She was still comically curvaceous, but she didn't mind much. At least she could now move with relative freedom and easily fit through doorways. She was no longer trapped in her own body and could leave the house if she wanted to. Assuming she could find clothes that fit, of course. But her first order of business was to get a shower. She giggled at the loud patter of droplets against her swollen body as she sudsed herself up. The warm water and fragrant foam relaxed her. She revelled in her ability to reach most of her body; she would never again take that for granted. Leslie searched through her drawer to see if she had any clothes that were stretchy enough to accommodate her. Of the few garments that she had any chance of squeezing into, most weren't capable of providing much coverage. Leslie suddenly realized that her sense of modesty had returned. She hadn't even noticed its departure. It wasn't that she'd quite literally had bigger things to worry about. She'd been naked since she burst out of her swimsuit yesterday, but she didn't feel naked when she was round. Now that her areolae were smaller than serving platters, she felt the need to cover them. Underwear simply wasn't an option yet. She didn't even try. After an extended struggle, Leslie was able to stretch her leggings over her enormous posterior, and over the audible protests of the garment's seams. Thank God for spandex. She gave up on her tops and borrowed one of Roger's t-shirts. It covered her boobs, but left her bulging midriff exposed. Although she'd finally reached some minimal level of decency, she was reconsidering the wisdom of leaving the house. She was quite large, but she didn't appear fat. Her firm, gravity-defying curves reflected her preposterous reality; she was a living balloon, and would certainly look the part to a casual observer. "So what?" she mused, defiant. It's not like being inflatable was a crime. She'd puffed herself up in front of people many times before, but never to this extent. She'd always limited herself to a size that people would dismiss. It was amazing what people could rationalize when faced with the impossible. Inflating that beachball for Roger was the first time she'd let someone see her pumped up to the point that her true nature was undeniable. "And look where that got you," she grumbled, giving her gigantic boob a squeeze. Strangers would stare, but likely just assume that she was some kind of freak of nature. But if she was recognized by anyone who knew her, her secret would be out. She couldn't risk more people knowing. Leslie sighed. She'd have to stay hidden away in Roger's home for a bit longer. "Mmmm," she purred as she emerged from the bedroom. "That smells wonderful!" "My cooking skills aren't exactly top notch, but I figured I could manage a passable lasagna," Roger said. He had just set the pan down. His jaw dropped when saw Leslie's new curves. "Still enjoying the view?" she asked with a grin. "After all, they're a lot smaller than they were this morning." "So's the rest of you. But I have to say, I'm liking the proportions." He pulled her in close for a kiss, running his hands over rounded bottom. "What do you think?" Leslie glanced down at her bulging cleavage. She was so big, Roger couldn't get close without her breasts squeezing against his chest. "I know I look and feel pretty impressive, but this is a bit overboard. But at the rate I'm shrinking, I think I'll be at a pretty fun size by the time we're done with dinner." "So maybe after dinner, we could have some dessert?" Roger asked hopefully. Leslie licked her lips. "Maybe," she chirped. He pulled out a chair for her and they sat down for dinner. "Thank you," Leslie said as Roger refilled her wine glass. "Dinner was wonderful, by the way." "You're quite welcome," he replied. "You're lucky I'm such a good sport," Leslie said. "I can't imagine any other woman being so understanding after her boyfriend blew her up." "Technically, you blew yourself up," Roger corrected her. "Is that really a hair that you wanna try to split, mister?" Leslie glared at him sternly. "Okay, okay." He held up his hands in surrender. "And you're right. I am lucky in so many ways. Honestly, I'm surprised you're not furious with me." "I am. Kind of." Leslie was so deeply conflicted it was hard for her to think straight. Despite her generally bold nature, she'd never been aggressive about pushing the limits of her ability. She had no idea what would happen if she went too far. Sure, she might just spring a leak and deflate like a cartoon character. But she knew all too well what happened when you put one puff too many into a balloon. And you never know how many is too many until it's too late. But now thanks to Roger she knew her capacity far exceeding anything she'd ever imagined. There was so much to explore in her newly broadened horizons. A day had passed, and she was almost completely back to normal; everything had worked out in the end. But what if it hadn't? Things could have easily gone horribly, catastrophically wrong. And Leslie couldn't purge that possibility from her mind. "Good. You should be," he said. "I shouldn't have done what I did. My curiosity got the better of me, but I should have just asked you about your talent. Not doing so is one of my two great regrets from last night." "One of two?" Leslie asked. "What was the other one?" "We never determined if you could fill that really big beach ball in one breath." "Are you serious?" Leslie scoffed. "After watching me blow myself up to the size of a weather balloon, do you really think that puny thing would give me any trouble at all?" "So we're in agreement now that you blew yourself up?" "Hair," she snapped. "You're right, what was I thinking?" Roger conceded. "Having seen what I've seen, it would be foolish for me to question your capabilities." "You really don't think I can, do you?" "I'm sure you can," Roger said. "But at its rated maximum size it's over six feet across, and it can probably handle a bit more—" "I was definitely more than six feet wide last night," Leslie retorted. "Definitely," Roger agreed. "I'm six feet tall, and you were a little taller than me." "Just a little?" Leslie asked, tersely. "Well, we never actually measured you," he said. "Fine," she said, setting her glass down. "We can settle once and for all just how much I'm capable of. Go get it." "Maybe we should settle this later, after you've fully deflated." "No, we're going to settle this right now," Leslie growled. "Get the ball." "You don't have to —" "Now." "Okay," Roger said. It was all he could do to keep from smiling. Leslie was definitely getting back to normal; her competitive nature always got the best of her. They returned to the living room, where Roger fetched the beach ball for her. "You stand over there so I can keep an eye on you." Leslie pointed toward the couch. "There will be no funny business this time." "Of course." Roger stepped aside. Holding the beach ball in one hand, Leslie closed her eyes and inhaled. Her already distended body plumped up even more. Her her chest rose, her breasts billowed, her belly ballooned forth. Her shirt rode up, revealing more of her expanding form. Leslie's eyes snapped open; her steady intake of breath turned into a series of frantic gasps, her arms windmilling in panic. It took Roger a moment to realize what had happened; she was already swollen when she started, and had inadvertently puffed herself up to the point where she couldn't properly maintain her stance. She'd lost her balance and was slowly listing forward. "I've got you!" Roger shouted as he ran to her. He reached out to halt her descent, mostly winding up with two armfuls of Leslie's billowing boobs. "Oops," he said sheepishly. He looked up at Leslie's bemused expression and realized that she'd stopped inhaling. Suddenly, and with astonishing agility, Leslie grabbed his head with both hands, pulled him close, and brought their mouths together. Quickly, but not quickly enough, Roger realized she didn't intend to kiss him. Leslie blew. It all happened so fast. A torrent of air rushed down his throat. First his torso surged outward, his belt painfully cinching his midsection. The seams of his jeans growled and popped as the increasing girth of his legs overwhelmed their strength. Through no accord of his own, his arms straightened, releasing his hold on Leslie's bosom. They slowly rose as they filled, bursting his shirt's stitches. Roger tried to scream against the onslaught of Leslie's exhalation, but only produced the faintest of muffled squeaks. His attempted cries were fueled by both fear and pain; his waist was still held in the death-grip of his belt, while his bodily continued to expand above and below. The pressure was immense; something would have to give, and soon. Bang! The belt made a noise like a gunshot when it finally failed. It flew to a far corner of the living room as Roger's middle rushed outward with a loud bwoom. He was pretty sure he could feel Leslie giggling at the noise. He allowed himself to feel the briefest moment of relief; freed from his constraint, he didn't feel nearly as full anymore. Leslie seemed to take this as a challenge. "Mmmrrph!" Leslie blew even harder, and Roger ballooned even faster. His body rounded out, steadily absorbing his limbs as the ceiling grew ever closer. When he was nearly spherical, he felt the pressure within him rising. The swelling spread to his furthest extremities; first his hands puffed up, then his feet. He could even feel his manhood filling and stretching. Finally, his cheeks began to bulge, pushing Leslie's hands apart. He was running out of places to grow. With a rising sense of terror, Roger wondered whether Leslie would stop before it was too late. He was certain that point was mere moments away when Leslie finally relented. She released her hold on him before heaving one final gust of breath. "Wow, I wasn't sure that would work," Leslie said. She looked down at herself with a mix relief and disappointment. While blowing into Roger she had completely deflated. Although she was happy to be back to her normal, petite self, she missed having a bit more more bounce to her figure. It looked like Roger was trying flail about in panic, but his struggles only resulted in a bit of slow rocking. "Wh-what...what have..." It was only with great effort that Roger could utter even that little bit. His face and lips were hugely swollen. "What have I done?" she asked. "Let me clear that up for you. I blew you up. See? Simple. No hairs to split here." "B-b-but...why?" "Why? Why? Do you really have to ask that after what you put me through?" "I'm so sorry..." Leslie had been wondering how long it would take for Roger to actually apologize for what he'd done to her. At this point the words felt as hollow as Roger himself. "You damned well better be! I could have been hurt! I could have been stuck as a living blimp forever! I could have fucking exploded!" Leslie trembled, blinking back tears of rage. "So I think you've earned this. We can call it even now." "I feel like I'm —" "About to burst?" Leslie finished for him, giving his drum-taut skin a soft pat. "I know, I've been your shoes before, remember?" Although Leslie had to admit to herself that the shoes seemed to be fitting Roger much more tightly than they did her. It made sense; Leslie had been inflating for most of her life before her big blowup. This was Roger's first time, and she'd made him huge. She'd assumed that since Roger was a bigger person than she was, he could handle more air. At his highest point he nearly touched the ceiling; he was significantly larger than she'd been and he appeared to be under much more stress. As frighteningly firm as his body felt, she wouldn't dare try to climb on top of him. Roger's reaction echoed her concerns. The pressure inside him greatly magnified the sensation of her gentle touch. "Please, d-don't! I'm too full!" "Calm down, you'll be fine," she said. "You'll just have to wait it out like I did. Maybe this can be a learning experience for you as well." "Help," he whimpered. "It's too much! I can't--" "And don't get me wrong, I'm grateful for what I've learned from this," she continued, dismissing his fearful cries. "Now I know that I can stay inflated and that I can deflate afterwards. And I can inflate other people. That's amazing! I just know I'm going to get myself into so much trouble with that." Roger found her gleeful grin and wide-eyed excitement to be more than a little disconcerting. "And I meant what said this morning. I'm really looking forward to finding out how it feels to make love while inflated. But that won't be today," Leslie said with a sigh, "and it won't be with you." "What?" "We're done, Roger. Maybe in time I could forgive you, but I'll never be able to really trust you. I think it's for the best if I just grab my things and go." "No! Please, don't leave me like this! I'll — uuurrrrrghh!" Roger clamped his eyes shut and clenched his teeth as his body shuddered, groaned, and swelled. "Oh shit!" Leslie reflexively took a step back; as he grew, Roger's skin had flushed to an alarming shade of pink. Is he right? Did I go too far? What if he can't hold all that air in? "On second thought, I can get new things," she said, her voice quavering. She picked up her purse and quickly walked to the front door. She wouldn't want to be anywhere nearby if something precipitous were to happen. "No!" Roger screamed. "Goodbye, Roger." Leslie shut the door behind her. Really not sure how I feel about this one. I guess that makes it a fitting sequel for Leslie's Blowup. Leslie's Blowup is one of my more popular stories overall, and has the most favorites on my DeviantArt account by a huge margin. Readers have described as "sweet", "cute", and "romantic". So I took a swing a writing a sequel that would cover what happened the day after Leslie inflated. I ran into problems. Leslie's Blowup only works as a happy story because of how Leslie reacts to Roger making her inflate. She doesn't freak out, she doesn't get angry, she calmly accepts her situation and adopts a "we'll have to wait and see what happens" attitude. This is an incredibly charitable response under the circumstances. This is only credible because Leslie's established as having years of experience with inflation. What happened was just an extreme version of what she'd done many times before. And while not being able to deflate as she usually did was alarming, Leslie is a sensible woman; becoming panicked or enraged when one is helpless and vulnerable isn't constructive. I've written a few times in the past about the willfulness of my characters. They have their own ideas and their own desires; they don't always follow direction. So while I wanted to write a sequel in the same vein as the original, Leslie had other ideas. While she waited to deflate, Leslie didn't have much to do besides contemplate her situation. And during that time she developed some rather strong opinions. Eventually, she felt free to express those opinions. In short, Leslie was pissed. And she had good reason to be. When you get right down to it, Roger assaulted and forced her to inflate to a massive size when he had little knowledge of the nature her ability and no knowledge of its limitations. She could have suffered permanent harm. She could have taken days or months or years to fully deflate. She could have popped. By any reasonably objective evaluation, Roger was a reckless asshole who very well could have murdered his girlfriend. That she escaped the ordeal safe and unscathed was incredibly fortunate, and not an outcome that Roger could have predicted with even the tiniest certainty. So Leslie wanted payback.

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Title: Believe Me Nora Ch. 01 Tags: pregnant, bi-male, bisexual male, gay first time, male masterbation, masterbation, office lust, pregnant belly cumshot, cumshot *Authors Notes: This is the chapter 1 of the first 2 chapters currently written. This has a lot of gay/bi male, will lead into gay/bi female. If these offend you please just move on. The two primary female characters are also pregnant and that plays a large role in the story as well. I originally started writing this story for a pregnant girl I was dating, but eventually it just involved into a story of my own desires, this is the most personal erotica I've ever written as it touches on 2 of my 3 primary fetishes. I hope you enjoy :)* \* Zane sighed at Nora for what felt like the hundredth time, "Nora, you are not fat, you're lovely, amazing even." "I'm huge, I look like I swallowed a watermelon and it replicated itself or something," she pointed at her bulging belly, large enough that she was likely in her third trimester and quite possibly weeks or even days from popping out their first child. "You're pregnant, you're supposed to have a large belly, and it is gorgeous, I don't know why you won't believe me. Any man who thought otherwise would be a retard, I don't know what I have to do to prove to you that you are," he sighed. The conversation continued like that, until he finally threw his hands up in exasperation and left her to mull in her pregnant depression. Zane knew he had to do something, it couldn't be good for her or the baby to be in such a state all the time, he had tried all kinds of things. Just the day before he'd woken her up with breakfast in bed, a massage and a lovely session of rather intense fucking. A few hours later she'd complained that he'd brought her food and she was just going to get fatter and fatter, that nobody thought she was attractive and he just said it because even if she was fat she was still 'a wet place to put his dick'. He wasn't just saying it though, he truly believed that his wife was as, if not more, beautiful with her swollen belly as she was without it. He knew she had some self-esteem issues anyway, she was not supermodel thin and had struggled with her weight all her life, but he liked every inch of her curvy flesh. Zane had been attracted to Nora ever since their freshman year, when they had first attended the same school. Neither had been very popular, but she'd been the straight A's type, in Drama Club and Debate Club, and always went home right after her meetings, very little social life that anyone was aware of. Zane had been practically the opposite, he'd also been unpopular, but he'd been a skater. He spent most of his after-school time getting stoned down by the cold Washington beaches, had never done better than a C in any class other than Photo and Film, and the only club he'd ever been a part of had been disbanded by the school when they had a day trip to an abortion clinic to try and get the people to let them take pictures of the aborted fetus'. Then Zane had moved away midway through their Junior year. His father had gotten a job in California, so they packed up and left. He didn't see her again until a month before graduation, when his mother uprooted their lives, left his father and moved them all back to live with his grandmother in Port Orchard. He'd finished out his last month of school at her school again, and they had three classes together. He remembered her, after a few days of classes. He recalled jerking off thinking about her. It was actually at graduation, when they were seated next to each other that he had made his move. \-- "Hey," Zane said, smiling at the woman next to him, barely a woman really. He knew her 18th had only been a week before, his own just over two months before that. "Hey," Nora said, looking over at him, having to tilt her head up a little to meet his eyes. She was barely over five feet tall, with dark brown hair cut long and worn straight. "I'm Zane, we haven't really met... I used to go here, when we were freshmen. We had Chemistry together." "I didn't have Chemistry Freshman year, you must mean somebody else." Zane sighed inside, explaining it would just be a waste of time he figured. "Maybe it was some other science-y class then, anyway, you're Nora right? You want to go out sometime? Maybe next week?" Nora blinked at him, as if she was confused, was this guy asking her out? Her? She'd been on a few dates, but they had all ended with the young man fumbling around awkwardly with her breasts and her asking to be driven home. It wasn't that Nora wasn't interested in boys, just not the ones that asked her out. She did vaguely remember Zane from Freshman year, but knew they had not had any classes together. He was cute though, dark black hair cut long in the front and short in the back. Emo they called that style, she was pretty sure, she didn't follow that sort of thing. "Alright, after Grad I'll give you my number and we can figure out when, okay?" She turned away from him and looked back to the stage, where the Principal was starting to call off names. Zane did as well, but his face was peeled with a grin, "Alright," he whispered. \-- Nora had lain awake that night, her hand buried between the cleft of her legs, her fingers rubbing hard at her clit. She had discovered masturbation when she was 11 after looking at some pornographic magazines she had found in her parents room and had been an avid fan of orgasm since that day, though it had been probably three years before she'd experienced more than the build up to one. Normally she liked something erotic to read. Occasionally she'd watch a movie, but those tended to be too loud and they just didn't entice as much if she muted them. Tonight she just needed to think of Zane walking up the isle to get his Diploma, only this time he was wearing just that smile he'd worn, not the robe, or the t-shirt and jeans he had had on underneath it. Nora parted her lips, pressing two fingers between them and pressing her palm into her clit, fingering herself furiously. Her other hand held a pillow over her face, stifling the moans that came from her mouth. She bit down into the pillow as her orgasm hit her, hard, drowning the screams of pleasure into it. \-- Zane couldn't sleep, he peeked over at his younger brother on the other side of the room. He didn't want to jerk off with his brother in the room, but he knew he had to if he was ever going to sleep, so he slipped silently out of his bed and went into the bathroom. He had hidden a dirty mag behind the toilet and he got it out. He flipped through it while he jerked himself off, but he wasn't really concentrating on it. He was thinking about Nora, her kneeling before him, her mouth and hand working furiously at his erection, her large milky white tits bouncing and jiggling with her lustful movements. He shifted a little, his legs coming more apart and his left hand slid between his legs, his finger rubbed at the spot between his anus and his balls, but then he was rubbing at his anus itself, and after a few moments of teasing himself his finger slid inside, pushing into him. It took only a few seconds of his finger in him, combined with his imagination, and his other hand stroking his cock, before he was thinking about the cum that was spraying into the toilet, instead spraying Nora in the face and dripping down onto her luscious breasts. Zane swallowed hard, he hadn't cum that much in ... well, in ever, he was pretty sure. He wiped his face off with a towel, sweating, and washed his hands off really good, then flushed the toilet and slipped out of the room, crawling into his bed. He missed California, he'd had his own room then, and a little toy he could put up his ass when he wanted to jerk off. He'd discovered a few years earlier that he liked both men and women. That had led to acquiring the toy. He'd stolen his dad's ID in order to get into the shop, then just bought it. The man behind the counter had barely even looked at him as he rang him out. \-- That had been ten years ago. Now they were married and expecting their first child. Zane had proposed after about a year of dating, they had both been attending college in Seattle at the time, though he was at a community college and she had been at the Art Institute. She finished first and had gone to work in a fancy restaurant downtown as a line chef. He'd gotten his pre-law degree at the Community College and then gone to the University of Washington for his degree in law. He had joined a firm and was currently a lesser associate, just a few years out of school. She had moved from line chef on up and was running the kitchen of the same place she'd worked since first getting out of school. And then, a few months ago, she'd found out she was pregnant. They lived in a small house north of Seattle, in Shoreline, it was big enough for them and had a small room for a nursery for the baby boy that would soon be joining them. Zane was watching Nora sleep, they'd gone to bed and she was laying there, one hand on her engorged belly, the other tucked under her head, laying on her side. She was naked, she said it was much more comfortable to sleep that way in this state, usually going for a t-shirt of his when she wasn't pregnant. What could he do to convince her, he wondered, rubbing his stubbly chin as he considered it. Then it dawned on him, she knew him too well, she knew that even if he didn't actually believe she was gorgeous as she was, that he would say so. How could she believe him if she didn't think she was? Well then he'd just have to find somebody else to prove to her that she wasn't fat and ugly like this. Zane laid down, he knew that just having somebody tell her she was beautiful would not be enough, there had to be proof. He chewed at his lip thinking about how to do it, but he fell asleep before anything came to him. The next morning he woke though, and the idea was still on his mind, he looked over at her sleeping, she had rolled to face him and the blankets had slid down, so her large breasts were shown, their nipples hard and brown and pointing at him, he leaned closer and took one in his mouth. He suckled gently, a light squirt of milk took him by surprise, but he swallowed. It wasn't very tasty, but kind of erotic, he thought. Zane switched his attentions to the other nipple and his wife shifted moaning softly. "What are you doing?" Nora asked, a yawn interrupting her midway through, "We just had sex two days ago," she said, not that she wasn't horny, her pussy was veritably dripping already and he reached down, feeling that moisture between her legs. "And we both want it again, so roll over and let me show you how beautiful I think you are," Nora flushed, but did as she was told. Zane put one hand on the hip of hers that was pointed up, and slid close, rubbing his erection against her backside and then pushing at her leg to indicate she should lift it. He slid down a little and angled himself up, pressing into her pussy lips, and found his way inside of her. "No, the other hole, I want you to cum in my ass baby," Zane slid out and as his tip pressed into her tight sphincter it dawned on him... He could bring another man to bed with them, that would prove to her that she was beautiful. They had discussed it a few times, but nothing had ever come of it, he knew she wanted to watch him fuck another man though, he was surely not opposed to the idea, and it would be a big ego booster to have another man want to fuck her. Zane eased himself into her rectum, pulling down on her hip until she was full of his erection. "Why don't we have that three way we've been talking about for years?" He asked her, as he began to slowly slide himself back out of her, he wasn't sure if she had heard him, as he started pumping his hard cock in and out of her tight little ass. Nora loved having him back there, almost as much as she loved having her pussy fucked, he could see that her hand had worked it's way along the side of her pregnant belly and was fingering her clit while he fucked her tight ass. "Nora?" He asked, when she still had not responded. "No other man wants to fuck me Zane, don't be cruel," was all she said and started to pull away a little. "Yes they do," he whispered in her ear, tugging her back against him, his hand slid around her, restraining her somewhat. He knew that she wanted it, that she had only pulled away because she was upset that he had mentioned something that she thought would not happen in her current state. After a few minutes of his dick going in and out of her ass, she stopped struggling though and began to rock back into him, her hand once again returning to her clit. It was only a few minutes later that she was begging to be fucked harder and then crying out in the greatest of physical pleasures. Zane came moments later, the first few spurts filling her bottom, but he pulled out for the last one and pressed his erection to her pussy, his cum splattering over her lips and the inside of her left thigh. "Mmm," Nora wasn't ready to talk yet, but she reached down and scooped up a bit of his semen, sucking it off her fingers then turning and kissing him hard, making him taste his own cum in her mouth. Zane didn't fight it, his tongue sliding into her mouth and tasting it. She pulled back, looking at him, "You have work, go get ready, I'm gonna nap a little longer." "Alright," Zane kissed her again, "Love you," he got up, heading to the shower. \-- Tristan shifted in his seat a bit, trying his best to make sure his coworker wouldn't see the erection that was obvious in the front of his pants, the way he'd been bending over to get something out of the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet had instantly tented them. "Hey Zane," he murmured as the man walked by. They had never really spoken, other than the random greeting. "Hey," Zane responded, smiling at Tristan. Tristan looks kind of flushed, he thought, as he walked past, glancing back when he'd turned the corner. Tristan had shifted again and now Zane could see that bulge in his pants. He considered the other man for a few moments... He was a little thin and his beak nose didn't quite fit the rest of his body, but he was handsome despite of it. Zane had heard rumors that Tristan was gay, or maybe bisexual. An image of Tristan on all fours, eating out Nora while Zane fucked him up the ass spun through his mind and he could feel an erection growing in his own pants. Zane thought a moment and then grabbed one of the files out of the folder he was carrying and spun around, heading over to Tristan's desk. Zane leaned against the desk as he stepped into the cubicle that Tristan worked in, Tristan spun his chair around and had to force his mouth not to drop open when he realized he was maybe a foot away from what was quite obviously Zane's engorged cock trapped in those pants. "Hey, I know you're probably busy, but Sue is out today and I was wondering if you could make some copies for me? I need a dozen of each of these, collated and sent to everyone on this list." He offered the list and Tristan took it, clearing his throat and trying to think straight. "I have a few minutes sir, I can probably go ahead and do that for you, yea." "Thanks, Tristan. I'll have to think of a way to repay you," Zane smiled and turned away heading back to his desk. Maybe he could repay Tristan with a three way, he thought. \-- Tristan closed his eyes, he wasn't very tired but he had decided to crawl into bed anyway, he was distracted and the TV he'd been watching hadn't helped keep his mind on something other than the bulge in Zane's jeans that day. He sighed, thinking about it again was making his cock stir and he reached down running the palm of his hand over its head. Tristan had never considered himself gay, but he liked guys just as much as he liked girls and had been with just about as many of each. A lot of his gay friends said he was just a slut and in the depths of his mind he wasn't sure they were wrong. But he preferred to think that he just liked people. Tristan reached out, picked up his remote and flicked on the little TV he kept in his bedroom, the DVD in the player was already porn and so he just turned it on, beginning to slowly stroke his erection as he moved through the title screen with his other hand. The video was called 'Bareback Bi-Teens' and soon he was watching a girl suck the cock of a guy getting fucked up the ass by another guy. Tristan had seen the movie many times and fast forwarded to different scenes that he really enjoyed, the whole time stroking his erection. Maybe it was just because Zane was on his mind, but for one of the guys really reminded him of his co-worker and he couldn't help but imagine himself being pounded in the ass by Zane while eating out some girl. He was breathing a little heavy by the time he tossed his covers off and stroked his seed onto his belly, reaching out and playing with it for a moment, then licking his fingers clean and carefully getting out of bed, and heading for the shower. \-- A few days passed and Zane had spent a lot of the time thinking about Tristan and the potential of bringing the younger man home to his wife. He had considered telling her, but had decided that perhaps it would be better to just show up and let something happen. Or make something happen, but either way he thought that would be better, more of an 'ego boost' than setting something up ahead of time. He went to the effort of finding a project for Tristan to help him with, and after talking with Pat,Tristan's boss, he went to tell him. "Hey Tristan, you've done some of our Graphics Design stuff right? I know nothing major, but like fliers for events and things, right?" "Yea," he nodded to Zane, he'd been thinking about him a lot the last few days. How Zane had practically waved his erection in his face and here he was leaning on his desk in that same way. Tristan tried not to let his eyes dip to the other man's crotch, but he was not successful, and he wet his lips seeing that Zane was indeed aroused again. "I talked to Pat and he said I could borrow you for a few days then, to work on some stuff for the upcoming retreat, we want to build a web page, make up some fliers and things like that. I have a packet in email for it, so I'll send you that over with instructions and what have you, sound good?" "Yea that's great, I'll get to work on it right away." "Excellent, let me take you out for a drink after work, to repay you, I know it isn't your job to deal with my crap, but it's a real life saver," He smiled at Tristan as he turned to go. "S-sure, of course, I have nothing to do tonight anyway so a drink sounds great. I'll get right on this," Tristan stood up though, and slid past Zane, their crotches brushed in the tight space and Zane knew that Tristan was just as hard as he was. "Just send it over, I need to run and do something." Zane just nodded, watching the other man head for the bathroom. \-- Zane and Tristan had discussed where to get the drink when Tristan had dropped the original off at Zane's desk and they picked a place a few miles away, toward Zane's house. Tristan said he lived on the other side of town, on Capital Hill, but didn't mind going north instead, knowing Zane had his pregnant wife waiting at home and Tristan just had his cat. They met at a little bar in North Gate, kind of out of the way and it was early enough that it was just the two of them and maybe a half dozen other people throughout the bar. Zane bought them each a pint of beer and they settled into a booth, they chatted about work and the weather and various other unimportant topics before Zane decided to push on with his plan. "Have you met my wife? Nora?" He had steered the conversation toward women and things. "Uh, maybe at the Christmas party last year," Tristan wasn't sure though, he'd gotten pretty drunk at that party. "She's a real beauty, here I have a few pictures on my phone." Zane dug it out of his pocket, and it took him a few moments to bring up the pictures, he slid the phone over to Tristan. "Just run your finger along the picture to the left to flip to the next, I'm gonna go get us a refill." Tristan nodded, though he wasn't 100% sure he wanted to get drunk tonight, but two beers wouldn't be too bad he supposed. If it came down to it he could take the bus home. The first picture was from just before she'd got pregnant, and was outside somewhere, the next few where her a few months pregnant, again outside somewhere. Tristan had to agree she was beautiful and her belly was nice, he'd always thought pregnant women were sexy. He blinked as he came to a picture a few moments later, this time Nora was laying naked on her bed, the shot was just her stomach and breasts and face. He looked up finding Zane at the bar, who was taking his time, maybe he hadn't realized they were on there, or maybe he just didn't think Tristan would look at them all. Tristan considered just setting the phone back over by Zane's seat, but he flipped again instead, this time it was a close up of her pussy, the belly obvious at the top, with her fingers buried in it, fingering herself. Tristan could feel his erection pressing at his pants again, as he flipped on. He nearly came down his leg when the next picture showed what he assumed was Zane's hard cock stuck an inch or so into Nora's ass, while she fingered her clit. He knew he should put the phone down, but he flipped again, this time it was the tip of Zane's cock, hovering a few inches over Nora's pussy, which was covered in the strands of thick cum. "She's beautiful, huh?" Zane said, Tristan nearly jumped out of his seat, having not heard the man walk up. "Uh, yea, she really is," He said, setting the phone down by Zane, who saw the picture that had been stopped at. He set the pitcher down and picked it up, flipping to the next. "You stopped too soon, this next one is the best," He offered the phone back and Tristan hesitated before taking the phone, his jaw dropping a little as he saw the picture of Zane face down in his wife's cum covered and filled pussy. Zane slid around the booth, so he was sitting next to Tristan, indicating the phone. "There's a few more, keep looking." Zane looked at the screen as well, as Tristan flipped forward. There was another dozen or so pictures, of various sex acts with his pregnant wife. Tristan couldn't believe that Zane was just having him look at these, but when Zane's hand came to rest right on Tristan's erection he had a feeling that Zane was after more than a few drinks. Tristan reached down, stopping the hand, not moving it away just stopping its movement. "You're gonna make me cum right here and I don't have anything to change into." Zane didn't say anything at first, but lifted his hand slowly, but he didn't take it away, instead he undid the front of Tristan's pants and unzipped them. He slid his hand inside and gently grasped the other man's firm erection. "I live just a few minutes away, I bet I can find something for you to change into for your drive home." Zane's fingertips ran slowly along Tristan's length, teasing him. "Yea, okay," was all the younger man could stammer out. Zane slid his hand around the shaft of the erection he was touching and stroked it a few times, it took only a few moments before Tristan exploded down the inside of his pant leg. Zane made sure to milk it all out before he removed his hand, licking the remnants of it off his fingers and then finished off the last of his glass of beer while Tristan did his pants up. The pitcher he had returned with was still empty though and Tristan had a feeling that had just been a ploy to give him time to look at the pictures of Nora. Zane slid back around to his side and then moved to get out of the half round booth. "Let's get out of here then and get you cleaned up." He turned walking for the door, Tristan finally got up when Zane was about halfway there, glancing down, there were obvious moisture stains in his slacks, but he didn't think anyone would notice, he hurried out into the parking lot anyway though. "Want me to just drive and I can drop you off back here later?" "I'll follow you," Tristan didn't really know what he was saying, or doing, but this hunk wanted to take him back to his place, where his pregnant wife was, and quite possibly fuck him and he was in no way opposed to this idea. \-- The two cars arrived minutes later at the small three bedroom house that Zane and Nora lived in. Zane parked and got out, waiting for Tristan before heading up to the porch and opening the door. "Nora, is the washer empty? I went out to drink with Tristan from work and he made a bit of a mess of his pants," Nora eyed him oddly as she entered the living room. Glancing at the man behind Zane who stepped out into the light, she could see the wet looking spots down the inside of his leg. "Yea it's empty, go ahead and go in the bathroom and get them off, there is a robe in there," Tristan nodded and ducked off in the direction indicated. "What are you up to Zane?" she asked, knowing when her husband had some kind of plot brewing in his mind. "Well I'm proving to you that you're wanted. See, the mess he made was after I only stroked him like three times and the reason he was erect at all was from the pictures of your naked body I have on my phone. You know the one's I've taken over the last few months, with your beautiful pregnant belly?" "What?" Nora stood staring at him, her mouth agape. They had always had a bit of an open relationship, mainly so Zane could screw guys and she'd taken advantage of it herself a few times, but not in a few years had either of them felt the desire to step out and she had somewhat thought that was behind them. But the idea of it all was making her juices begin to flow. "So, you're in those pictures too, maybe he just liked your cock." "I'm in like 4 of the two dozen or so, I don't think it was just my cock that got him that hard," They both heard the door open then, and Tristan came back out, his pants in his hands, as well as his boxers. The robe he had borrowed tied around his waist, "Let's ask him." Before Nora could stop him he turned to Tristan. "Was it my cock or my wife's sexy body that got you so horny when you were looking at the pictures on my phone?" He asked, point blank. Tristan stammered, as he watched Nora flush red, it melted down into her neck and he could just imagine her breasts being red with embarrassment as well. He didn't know quite what to say, but finally, after clearing his throat, he went with the truth, "It was definitely your wife that started the erection and while the pictures of you eating cum out of her pussy where immensely hot, they were only part of the equation. Ma'am, you are a truly beautiful woman and hell, my dick is getting hard just looking at you there in those shorts and tank top." Nora looked down at herself, she wore a ribbed tank top, which covered only her breasts and about a third of her round stomach, and she couldn't see them exactly, but a pair of Zane's boxers covered only her dripping pussy and her plump ass. Normally she didn't even bother with those, but she'd peeked out the window and saw that Zane had company. Zane looked at her, seeing the doubt still in her eyes, so he grabbed her by the hand and led her to the couch. "Sit," he told her, and she complied. "Tristan, would you come here please?" Tristan hesitated a moment, all of this was happening pretty fast, but it was also really turning him on. They could both see the bulge in the front of the robe. When he was close enough Zane reached out and undid the front of the robe, it fell open and there was indeed a rock hard cock inside. Nora's mouth fell open as she stared, it was a very nice cock, a little smaller than her husband's in length, but possibly a bit wider. It also curved upward toward the end, it was a little funny looking in that way, but she had a feeling that inside you it felt great. She felt Zane's hand gently touch the back of her head and then his other grasped Tristan's erection and he brought the two together, until she could feel it pressing to her lips. Part of her thought she should stop, that this was all strange and that this man was just putting it on because Zane had asked him to, but then she felt him arch forward a bit. Her eyes darted up to his and she could almost hear the lust in them beating on the air around her head. Nora's lips parted to accept him into her mouth, her hand raising to grasp the base of his shaft while she sucked at the tip, she could only take a little over half of him into her mouth comfortably. When she wasn't pregnant she had ways of shifting to take more, but it was uncomfortable to do it right now so she stayed content with what she had. She was a small woman overall and her hand fit just right in place at the base, so that when it touched his stomach her lips touched it. Tristan looked up at Zane who was now standing naked next to them, his wife's hand was raised and placed on his own erection, she pulled back a moment to look at the two hard dicks before her. Zane smiled down at her as she began sucking on his, her hand continuing to stroke and play with Tristan's while she did it though. After what felt like hours but was really only minutes she looked around the room, both cocks still in her hand. "You on the floor," she said looking up into Tristan's eyes. He obliged, laying down on the floor. She squatted facing him and then directed his hard-on to her pussy lips, impaling herself on him with an ease known only to a woman who loved riding on top. She pulled Zane around in front of her and went back to work on his cock. After a few minutes though she changed her mind, "You suck him now," she told Tristan and Zane adjusted so that he was kneeling over Tristan, his erection pointing down at the man's mouth. Tristan didn't hesitate a moment and was soon taking as much of Zane down his throat as he could. This continued for a time before Nora began to grunt and moan and was soon cumming all over Tristan's hard cock. Tristan wasn't ready to cum though, since it hadn't been long since Zane had got him off. Nora finally subsided and pushed Zane out of the way, peering down at Tristan. "Hrm, no cum huh?" "Sorry," Tristan said, flushing red himself. "I just came before we left the bar... can I jerk off onto your belly though?" The idea had never really occurred to Nora, but now that he mentioned it she wanted badly to have somebody cum on her belly. She needed Zane's help but a few moments later she was standing again and then leaning back on the couch. "That sounds hot, why don't you both come over here and jerk off onto my belly?" This time neither man hesitated at all as they moved over to her, standing shoulder to shoulder as they both beat off. Nora pulled them closer and moved herself a bit until they were both basically straddling one of her legs. She put one of her hands on each of their bottoms, her middle finger began to rub their anus' a few moments later. It didn't take much more after she started that before Zane was spraying his load onto her belly, the first blast actually arcing over it and colliding with the bottom of her left breast, trickling down her stomach as each additional spurt splattered against it. That was enough for Tristan as well, it seemed, and about halfway through Zane's orgasm Tristan sprayed his own out. The bent tip of his cock made the first two spurts arc up above her belly as well though, the first hit her in the face, leaving a line of cum from her left cheek to her chin. The other hit her breast leaving a streak along her right nipple. The remainder joined her husband's on her pregnant belly. Nora waited as they finished before she began to play in it, running her fingers through it. Then she lifted a scoop of their joined seed and put it in her mouth. She pulled Tristan down to her, and kissed him hard, pushing the cum into his mouth, making him taste it. "Now Zane," she whispered as he broke away, he wasn't one to disobey and a moment later was kissing Zane, sharing their joined seed with him. "That was so fucking sexy," Nora said, Zane hadn't seen her this happy in months and knew that his plan had worked. "Yea," Tristan said, looking between the couple before him, his pants were still dirty, but he didn't care at this point, picking them up and pulling them on. "I better go," he stammered and, before the two even really had a chance to say good bye, he was dressed and out the door.

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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating Text: Kamiko's eyelids gradually creaked open, allowing enough of the morning light to hit her eyeballs so that her waking retinas could adjust comfortably. Her serene and beautiful brown eyes stared up at the dusty red ceiling that sheltered her and Tomoko. Most of the time, Tomoko-sensei would walk right up to the slumbering Kamiko and clap her hands repeatedly to wake her, but this time she would not have to bother wasting energy. Before she got up, Kamiko stretched and yawned, slightly contorting and splaying her shiny blue body across the tatami mat that she slept on. It might seem strange to an outside visitor that Kamiko wore her skintight blue rubber suit almost all the time, but the temple got cold, and the suit helped keep her adequately warm. Plus she felt sort of attached to her strange garb, like she had developed some sort of slight rubber fetish, but she still would not mind wearing a good comfy kimono once in a while. Tomoko slid open the screen door of Kamiko's small room, it made a loud scratching noise. Kamiko looked towards her teacher. "Well, you are up early again Kamiko!" Tomoko happily exclaimed. "Yeah, I think I'm getting used to the early-morning routine now." Kamiko stood up and scratched her back. "You used to be a farm girl, I would expect you to already get up a little early, right?" "Yeah, but being a fuusenkunoichi is a lot different from being a farmer." "That's true. Anyways, I have breakfast ready my dear, would you kindly join me?" "Of course Tomoko-sensei. I have nowhere to go but here." giggled Kamiko. "Hmmm, maybe I should have rephrased that question, since you thought it was a nice little joke." bluntly replied Tomoko. "Sorry Tomoko-sensei. It's just that you talk so formally, like a court lady would." "Yes, you are right. I should really lighten up my language." "Oh no! I wasn't suggesting anything..." "Do not worry Kamiko. You are not the only one learning around here." confided the ex-noble-woman. Tomoko and Kamiko sat down near the front door of the Temple to eat breakfast. It was a beautiful day outside so both the girls decided to eat outside to enjoy it, rather than inside. There was a white wooden container between them both. "Wow, It's so clear outside, and bright!" gleamed Kamiko. "Yes, that was a good idea there Kamiko. We need to get out more often to enjoy the outdoors when we have leisure time." Kamiko paused a moments and took a couple whiffs of herself. She scrunched up her face a bit. "Oof, I really need to clean myself! I've been getting so tinky and sweaty under this rubber suit!" "You do know why you wear that suit, right Kamiko?" "Er, it keeps my body together when my body stretches?" "Well, yes. But it also keeps your body very warm. When you have a warm body, it helps heat up the air that's strapped inside your body. The ki that your body harnesses and utilizes heats up the air, and in return the tight rubber of the suit helps keep all that air in. You could say you are sort of a, hot air balloon of some kind." "Wow, I never thought of it that way." "Well, everything needs a reason for how they function. "There is a stream near here, about north. Do you want to clean yourself up there?" Tomoko asked. "Yes please. I'm really stinky right now." "Heh heh, you are a ripe young girl. And I suppose you need some good food to keep yourself fresh." Tomoko opened the lid to the container, it was filled almost to the brim with a red pasty mass. Kamiko eyes lit up with glee. "Wow! Red Bean Paste! Is it sweet?" "The merchant I bought it from said it was reasonably so. Sweet enough, but not extremely so." "Good enough for me!" Tomoko only had about a third of the paste, she was not extremely hungry so she let Kamiko have the rest. Kamiko wanted to wolf it all down, but she didn't want to make a rude scene in front of Tomoko-sensei so she ate it gracefully, leaving none left after five minutes of eating. Kamiko laid on her back, rubbing her belly with content. "That is the best red bean I have eaten sensei." she complimented. "Thank you my dear. The man I got it from is a good friend of mine." "He's a good cook too!" "Also he puts extra fiber into the paste, just to make it healthy as well as tasty." added Tomoko. Just as Tomoko finished that sentence, Kamiko let out a slight "Oop!" and started rubbing her stomach. "Sensei, I feel like I'm blowing up, but I'm not sucking in air!" noted the startled Kamiko. "Uh oh. Maybe he put a bit too much fiber in this batch." Replied Tomoko. Kamiko's stomach began to slowly and gradually bulge outwards. After about a minute she looked like she was a few months pregnant. "Ummm, I'm used to inflating, but I'm not controlling this sensei!" "No worries dear. You just seem to have a bad case of gas here. You will not get very big." "Uggghh, I shouldn't have eaten it so quickly." groaned Kamiko. Her belly now looked like it was at full term and still growing, her limbs too were beginning to bulge slightly. "Um, sensei, am I going to float?" "No, like I said, you will not get big enough." Kamiko's body continued to stretch and balloon, her arms and hands plumped into soft squeaky masses. Her cheeks also began to slightly bulge in unison with her body and limbs. After a couple more minutes, Kamiko's accidental little expansion finally stopped. She stood up straight, but she was comically bloated like someone had stuck an air pump into her and inflated her like a life raft. Tomoko stood up and walked behind the bulgy Kamiko. She took a good look at her backside and noticed the large globular nature of her bulbous butt-cheeks, all blue and shiny, glistening in the calm morning sun. "My, you are a little more curvy here especially!" joked the amused Tomoko." "You're mean sensei!" pouted the blushing balloon girl. "Oh let me have fun my sweet little pufferfish! You look cute!" giggled Tomoko. Kamiko continued to blush with both embarrassment and amusement. "Well Kamiko, the only way you can deflate yourself is by letting all that gas. However, let me tell you, I do not want you stinking up my temple so go out to that stream and do your business there!" Tomoko pointed towards the north part of the clearing where the bamboo forest stood. "Fine sensei. It'll take me a while to get there since I don't really feel like inflating myself any more right now." "It is your choice dear." Kamiko began to walk, but with a funny waddling motion that a penguin would make. As she moved her puffy arms rubbed against her tight rubbery body and her bloated thighs grazed each other, creating a barrage of dull squeaky balloon noises. Her butt-cheeks in particular made a nice loud squeak each time they squeezed together with each step. "Do not forget to disguise yourself Kamiko-chan!" Shouted Tomoko as Kamiko began to near the edge of the clearing. Upon hearing her mentor's command she pulled the rubbery mask molded onto her suit's neck, hiked it up, and slipped it over her mouth. After about forty-five minutes of squeaky waddling, Kamiko finally spotted a small clearing. Within was a pristine and clear meter-wide creek that flowed through the dark ground. She moved out into the clearing and stared at the calm mini-river in front of her, it looked good enough to bathe in a bit. The sound it emitted soothed Kamiko's nerves, since they had been tested from forty-five minutes of nonstop squeaking. "Finally, I can give myself a good washing, but I need to get all this gas out of me. That bean paste really bloated me good." Kamiko pondered. "I just hope nobody is going to hear the huge farts that I am about to let off. They'd probably even wake Amaterasu since she's slumbering now." Kamiko looked around her, just to check if anyone was around; there was nothing. She squatted down slightly and bent over as much as she could. Her face scrunched up as she strained her bowls and then the next thing she heard was an earth-shattering... "FLUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRBBBBBBBPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPT!" As the humongous blast of flatulence burst forth from Kamiko's ballooned and vibrating butt. It slightly expanded her suit a bit, flew upwards, and exited out of the opening of her mask. She caught a slight whiff of her own expelled gas and furrowed her brow in disgust. Kamiko let out a little "Poo!" and reached her hand up to her nose and pinched it. Quickly, Kamiko pulled down her mask and stretched it open a bit in order to allow the second round of gas to escape more efficiently. Also she looked down and noticed that she was half the size that she used to be, and she could probably get herself back to her normal physical form with another big fart. She clenched her right forefinger and thumb even firmer over her nostrils, grunted, and then let loose with a big fat... "POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOFFFFFFFFFFFFFSSSSSSSsssssssst!" Her black shiny ponytail flew upwards like a wolf's tail in a hurricane as the second burst of gas flew from her bowels. Kamiko's once bulged-up body had quickly shrunken back into her normal athletic and slim build. Just as she stood up straight again, still reeling after the blast, Kamiko let a tiny little squeak of excess gas slip through her buttocks. "Excuse me." she meekly and jokingly whispered. A kilometer away, Tomoko sat contently on the steps of the temple as she stared towards the north, trying to picture the spectacle that just happened with Kamiko. "Like I said before, she is a ripe little girl." she confidently wisecracked to herself. Kamiko stood hip-deep in the water that passed through the middle of the stream. She had slipped off her stinky rubber suit and began to wash it out. In order to give it a good rinse, Kamiko stretched the opening of the suit up and allowed the creek's current to fill it up with water. After giving it a reasonable fill, Kamiko closed up the neck, and sloshed the water inside around for a good five minutes, and then she dumped it all out with a sploosh. She repeated this process a couple of times and then let the suit sit on a wet rock nearby to dry. After cleansing her suit, Kamiko began to splash water all over herself and rub her shiny tanned nude body. First she rubbed her breasts with a couple quick circular motions, jiggling them about, then she rubbed her thighs, belly, buttocks, and other crevices on her beautiful and slightly muscled body. She felt really refreshed and cleansed, especially after all the work that she had done during the past week. After fifteen minutes of vigorous bathing and rinsing, Kamiko finished up by washing her hair. She undid the blue rubber band that held her ponytail and allowed her hair to droop straight down. Then Kamiko squatted down into the crisp water and let her hair hang down into the stream, put her hands to her head, and rinsed her hair out good for a minute. Finally she stood straight up and headed back to dry land. She shook her entire body by swishing her hips and chest around to allow all the excess water droplets that clung to her smooth skin to fly off. Kamiko then grabbed hold of her hair and wrung it out, allowing streams of water to trickle from its silky strands and onto the ground below. "Ooohhhh, that felt great." Kamiko thought to herself. Just before Kamiko reached down to pick up her special rubber suit, she stopped and swiveled her head slowly around, left and right, checking to see if anyone might be watching her. The last thing she wanted was somebody watching her dress. Tomoko wanted Kamiko to keep a very low profile and this meant having limited contact with people of the outside world. After looking around for a few seconds Kamiko saw nothing. She grabbed her slinky blue suit and walked over to a group of trees to hide behind and change. Homare walked with his trademark swagger through the damp and cool bamboo forest. He liked to swivel his shoulders towards the left and right as he strode confidently along his own path. The young man lifted his right arm and brushed his scraggly black hair as he contemplated his current location within the forest. Like many others that walked through, Homare felt a bit lost and confused. "Hmmph, that's the last time I listen to Benten for possible shortcuts. This place is hopeless to get out of!" he stewed to himself. "Lessee, I walked straight into the forest and just continued straight into it, but then there was that time I tripped on the rock and... Ah hell! I got up and went the wrong direction! Crap!" The frustrated Homare spied a little rock on the ground and kicked it in anger. He then put both his hands under his belt and kept walking straight ahead with a gloomy look on his face. After a few minutes of solemn strolling, Homare's ears perked up to the sound of a trickling creek. "Hey, there's some flowing water near here, maybe it can guide me out of this damn forest!" He lifted his feet to jog towards the sound, and a half a minute later he came across the stream. It simmered with silver light reflected off of the early afternoon sun rays peeking through the stalks of the bamboo high above. "All right! I can finally get somewhere now!" Immediately he began to follow the stream in the direction that the current flowed. He did this for a minute or two until he began to feel a bit tired. He stopped and knelt down beside the shore of the creek. "I need some water before I go on. I haven't had a drink all day." he thought. Homare cupped his hands and dipped them into the frigid water. He brought the water in his palms closer to his lip, but he stopped short and listened. He heard what sounded like the rustling of a group of small bamboo stalks. Looking back up in front of him, he saw a group of bamboo stalks in front of him rustling around a bit, somebody was behind them. Quickly, Homare stood up and stared at the animated stalks and let the cool water drop out of his hands. He put his fists in front of him and took a fighting stance. Steadily he stood perched in a state of alertness, waiting for the hidden person or animal to emerge. A lone drop of sweat trickled down from Homare's forehead and across his right cheek. Finally after almost a minute of tense waiting, the figure emerged from the bamboo. It was a somewhat tall girl, five foot five in height and with an athletic build. She wore a sleek and shiny skintight dark blue bodysuit with molded-in feet, gloves, and a mask that hid her petite jaw from view. A black bandanna with kanji in the middle of it adorned her forehead; Homare could not read them from this distance. Kamiko's face looked at the ground and lifted her arms above her head, tying her shiny black hair into a ponytail with a thick blue rubber band. After she fastened it into place she looked up and jumped back in shock, gasping at the young man crouched into a fighting stance on the other side of the creek. He slowly stood out of the stance, but kept his hands balled up into fists straight out in front of his face. "Who are you!?" Kamiko yelled. "What are you?" Homare sneered. "I, I, I'm just getting dressed" Kamiko muttered. "Well, I'm lost." Homare unclenched his fists and put his arms at his sides. He looked silently at Kamiko and lifted an eyebrow her strange ninja attire. She blushed at his analytical gaze. "I have to admit, that's a strange yet very sexy outfit you've got there girl." grinned Homare. "Please! I'm not an object to look at!" "Sorry, but I've never seen a girl wear that strange thing before. What are you, a traveling performer?" asked Homare. "Er, well, I guess you could say that." Kamiko blushed even more and scratched her head. "You look a little lost too girl." "Actually, I know my way around here..." Kamiko did not want to reveal that she lived around the forest. Tomoko forbade her to make any mention of where she lived. "Really? Well would you mind lending me a hand? I'm pulling my hair out by the roots figuring out how to get out if this place." Kamiko stood quiet for a second, wondering if she should really help this stranger out, but he seemed pretty trustworthy. "Are you a thief or a bandit of any sort?" Kamiko asked. "Er, well, if I have done any thieving or banditry, I've been pretty lousy at it. Hah hah!" Homare giggled at his little joke. Kamiko gave a few faint giggles herself. "Hmmm, I see no harm in helping you out but all I ask for you in return is that you mention to no one that you saw me here." "Sounds like a good trade off. Especially since it doesn't involve me paying you something, or, er, 'doing' something." "Okay, in that case here is what I want you to do. Lay down on the ground belly-first and grab my ankles." "What!?" Gasped Homare "What are you going to do, fly like a birdie and have me hang onto your talons?" he joked. "Pretty much." Kamiko replied. "Er, seriously, you can fly? I'm not in the mood of playing your strange circus pranks." Homare started feeling suspicious about Kamiko. "If you want to get out of here, just follow what I saw, no questions asked." "All right, fine." Homare ran towards the stream, jumped across it, and ran towards Kamiko. He stopped, laid down on his stomach, and grabbed her ankles. "My they're dainty." he complemented. "They won't be for long." smiled Kamiko. After speaking, Kamiko began to breath in and out a few times, taking deep breaths with each heave of her lungs. Homare just looked straight ahead and waited. Finally Kamiko began to inhale a huge quantity of air. Her body began to expand and round out like it would under a typical inflation. Homare looked up and his eyes almost jumped out of his sockets in surprise. "Ahhhhh! What the hell are you doing to yourself!?" "Don't let go! Just keep grasping my dainty little ankles!" "You sure aren't looking too dainty yourself right now!" "Kamiko keep expanding her shiny and smooth blue body, growing larger and rounder with each second. Homare kept grasping her ankles as hard as he could. They began to plump and fill with air, Homare could feel the air pushing his fingers further and further away from each other, but yet he still managed to dig them into the ballooning rubber surface and keep a good hold. "You're not going to explode on me, are you girl?" "I've done this so many times, just keep holding on!" Kamiko was now reaching twenty feet in diameter. Homare did not see a slim and athletic girl anymore but instead a large round blue blimp that obscured his vision. He felt her taut body suddenly warm up and that is when she began to lift into the air. "Yaahhhhhhgh! You really are flying!" screamed the shocked Homare. Kamiko began to lift further and further into the air. Homare's hung down vertically, still hanging on to the ballooning girl's ankles as his own left the ground. He kicked his legs around slightly as he took off into flight with Kamiko. "Don't kick around! I need stability!" "Sorry!" By this time Kamiko had stopped inflating and both she and the frightened Homare began to reach the surface of the bamboo forest canopy. Just a brief moment later they had both ascended at least twenty feet above the canopy and Kamiko stopped her vertical climb. Then she turned her huge body a full one-hundred and eighty degrees around and started to fly forwards. "Since you seem to be trying to get northeast I can take you that direction and drop you off and the other side. Next time, please don't go through the forest, its way too easy to get lost." shouted Kamiko. "Uh, I'm not going to fall, r-right?" stuttered the uneasy Homare. "Just don't let your grip get quaky and everything should be fine." hollered Kamiko. It was tough to let her voice be heard to Homare on the other side of her huge round body, so she did the best she could to project it towards him at maximum volume. Homare calmed his nerves down and tried to enjoy the smooth ride. "Wow, I'll bet not many people have seen a sight like this." he observed. "Well, I see everything from this height practically everyday. It gets dull after a while." "I can't imagine, really!" Homare kept rotating his head slowly, looking at the panoramic view of the world that he had, almost one-hundred feet from the ground. In the distance ahead was a huge mountain with a snow-capped peak and at its base was a few cluttered groups of rice paddies. Behind him he could almost see the slight glimmer of the sunlight bouncing off the ocean waves. They were both lucky to have caught such magnificent view on such a clear and bright day. "We sort of had an informal meeting there, what's your name?" asked Homare. Kamiko didn't say anything back for a few seconds. Tomoko told her not to give away her identity in any way. Quickly Kamiko tried to come up with a fake name in her mind. "Can you hear me?" cried Homare. "It's, er, Minako! I'm Minako!" replied Kamiko. "Minako eh? Cute name. Despite the fact that most of the Minakos I've met aren't! You're the prettiest one of the bunch I have met!" "You're not trying to flatter me, aren't you?" "No serious, you have to see the gals to believe me." "Well, I'm certain they're a lot skinnier than me." "Hey, you look like a fit gal, well, before you blow yourself up." "Yeah, my ability doesn't really do wonders to my figure." "By the way, my name is Homare. I'm the wiseguy of my group." "Your group?" "Er, of friends, yeah." Kamiko could tell that Homare himself had a few secrets to hide from that last comment. She began to feel a little more comfortable in regards to how she perceived him since she had to put on his act. "So Minako." Homare spoke up. "I imagine you have some sort of wacky teacher who teaches you how to turn into a balloon and all." "Er, yeah, you could say that. But he's gone unfortunately. He passed away a few months ago." "Sorry to hear about that." "He was a great teacher; he made sure I put on the best show available for the people to see." "You know, that's funny, because I don't ever remember anybody talking about a show where a guy or girl could inflate themselves." "We tend to play in a very limited area." "Ah, I see." Suddenly Homare felt himself and Kamiko drop downwards a bit. She was starting to descend. Homare looked ahead and instead of a massive sea of bamboo underneath him was now a dry golden field of grass. "So this is the end of the ride?" "Yup. Keep your feet down and hold on, it might be a bumpy landing." Homare tried to position himself in a good landing position as Kamiko approached the ground. Just as his feet were about to touch the ground he let go of Kamiko's feet, fell forwards onto his stomach, and then quickly got back up. He dusted himself off with his hands and looked up to see Kamiko flying upwards again. She turned around back towards the direction from which she and Homare had come and began to fly back over the forest. "Hey thanks Minako! Hope to see your act sometime!" "You're welcome!" Kamiko then strained her face a bit to accelerate herself, and flew over the towering bamboo stalks and disappeared. "The guys are right; you do meet some weird folks in the forest." Homare rubbed his head and then walked away.

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Title: 365 Days Ch. 04 Tags: grand canyon **Cyndi -- Day One (Afternoon)** I don't think I'd ever been more excited in my life, and Cyndi seemed to have shared in my excitement about what just had happened. So, imagine my surprise when we both reacted to this high level of stimulation and excitement by falling asleep. I dreamed about a landscape made entirely of breasts ... soft, undulating hills of breasts, some topped with lovely ornamental temples, strawberry in color, surrounded by strawberry patches laden with fruit, others surmounted by only an ornamental circle of darker earth, with the suggestion of a cover in the center for a subterranean silo of some sort, from which might emerge, with the proper tender loving care, yet another alluring hill-top temple. Slowly, something was intruding into my pleasant dream of the land of nipples. But the intrusion wasn't unpleasant. On the contrary, the something that called me to the surface of my consciousness was a warm, gushing pleasure, which, in my dreamlike state at the edge of sleep and waking, reminded me of the warm relief and temporary pleasure I used to get from wetting the bed when I was a boy. But this was not bladder control problems, I could sense that much even in my sleep. This was MUCH more pleasant than the best of those. I slowly roused and came to realize that something warm and wet was wrapped around my erect penis, and was slowly sliding up and down my shaft while constricting itself to form a tight, all-enshrouding sheath for my member. Cautiously, I opened one eye. I was in my own bed, and it was the middle of the day. My head was propped up on the pillow, and there, down below me, in the approximate location where one would expect to find one's manhood, was a tousle of blond hair, rustling quietly as the head bearing it moved slowly up and down on my shaft. "Hi, Cyndi! Thanks!" I said. The head turned, and Cyndi's face turned to look at me with a radiant smile. "Hi, yourself! You looked like you were having a nice dream. I'm sorry if I disturbed it, but I thought I might add some special effects for you!" "Oh, don't apologize!" I said. "I was basically dreaming about you, and it was very nice! But what is it you're doing there? That's really very nice, too!" She flashed me one of her 1000-watt toothy smiles and turned her head back away from me to resume her oral work on my erection. She was draped over my torso, facing away from me, her left arm on one side of me, resting on the mattress, her head on top, and the rest of her flowing away to my right. I had a terrific view of a very sexy back and a previously under-noticed butt that I soon realized needed more study. I bent forward enough to be able to reach her ass, but being careful not to disturb the delicate maneuvers which she was conducting in the regions of my crotch. I was able to get close enough to her to pry open her ass cheeks with my hands. This is an area of anatomy I had never really contemplated before, let alone had an interest in studying. I don't know what I expected to find, exactly. Again harkening back to my earlier concerns about sanitation and bodily functions, I guess my original expectation was of a sweat-soaked valley, dark from uncleaned excrement, fetid, humid, and foul. Imagine my pleasant surprise when what I found was a clean, soft, very warm, fragrant (I'm not being sarcastic, it mainly smelled of soap and/or body oil) landscape of attractive female flesh. I could plainly see the puckered orifice of Cyndi's rectum, but at just that moment, it was snuggly closed for business. I encountered no forests of body hair, as I may have feared, and I don't know to this day if it was simply a feature of Cyndi's anatomy that she was hairless there, or whether she included this valley when she cleared the brush elsewhere in the vicinity. At the head end of the valley was a small soft mound which quickly gave way again to a shallowing vale and eventually ended in a graceful three-dimensional horseshoe curve before continuing up onto the Cyndi's downy lower back. The landscape in the other direction was even better. After passing Cyndi's asshole again, I could see that there were only a few fractions of an inch before the contours of her cleft began to form additional wrinkles, which dropped down between the enfolding outer lips of her slit, to be lost forever in its mystery and darkness unless, perhaps, some bold explorer again set out to penetrate those depths. While Cyndi continued to suck her way up and down my shaft like an express elevator in a big hotel during a convention, I began to sense that weird combination of feelings behind my scrotum, that mixture of intense pleasure, slight discomfort, and pressing urgency that I knew would soon become irresistible. But before surrendering myself completely to that feeling, I did something that surprised and shocked even myself. I stuck out my tongue, rolled it into a cylinder as best I could, and started to lick (not too lightly, mind you, but not too assertively, either) along the flow line of Cyndi's butt crack. I started at the small of her back, up over the plump little hill there, swooping down into the deep pink valley, and along it to the Grand Canyon. My mind recoiled at what I was doing, and sent me a crudely-worded telegram to "be prepared for my first taste of shit straight from the source." But my tongue refused to be dissuaded, and plowed steadily onwards, tasting nothing other than perspiration, body oils, and maybe a little something carried over from our earlier activities. But I noticed, as I passed the Grand Canyon, Cyndi's successive strokings and vacuumings of my erect penis took a sharp uptick in intensity. I pushed on, passing over that bridge of material between the anus and the vulva which I have since come to know as the "taint." Again, the flavor and aroma was surprisingly pleasant. At last, I arrived at the more familiar territory of Cyndi's outer lips. Serious delving into these treasures as I had done before would have to wait for a later opportunity, as her legs were together and I simply didn't have proper access; I certainly didn't want to divert Cyndi from her current task, either. But I noted that the entire region seemed to be suffering from a series of small earthquakes, as Cyndi wiggled around in response to my explorations. I noticed also that a small but productive artesian spring had sprung forth from between Cyndi's lips, and availed myself of a little sip before wandering back to her nether regions. I wandered through the taint again, and decided to bivouac on the south rim of the Grand Canyon. For one thing, I noticed the strength and frequency of the earthquakes there grew significantly when I was dragging my tongue through the Grand Canyon region. For another, I sensed imminent eruptions from Mt. Foreskin in our immediate future. I closed my eyes, and leaned forward, pressing my nose into Cyndi's asshole, as my penis erupted into her waiting mouth. Her wet, soft, warm, caressing, stroking, sliding, lapping, squeezing mouth. It is my unconscious habit to count things as they happen. I have a talent for remembering the pattern of a repeated noise, like firecrackers or gunshots, and can easily replay them in my mind and count them accurately at my leisure. So with this ejaculation. With my nose buried in Cyndi's ass, I felt rather than heard a quick series of spurts leave my penis, and I was rather too busy appreciating the aesthetics of the experience to count them right then. But shortly after I settled down from my orgasm, I subconsciously counted my ejaculations into Cyndi's mouth. Ten. There can be no doubt, although I find it very hard to believe myself, as I'm sure I never ejaculated with more than three or four spurts before in my life. But there can be no doubt ... I shot exactly ten spurts of semen into Cyndi's mouth that day upon waking from our nap. Not to say the last spurt could have been much to speak of in terms of volume ... I'd just had one of the most massive orgasms of my life maybe a half hour previously. Like the anemic guy at the Red Cross Blood Drive, I don't think I had a lot more to give. And I hadn't even had my juice and a cookie yet. But what the tenth spasm into Cyndi's mouth lacked in volume, it made up for in intensity. To say I was an excited boy understated both my age and enthusiasm substantially. But I began to notice something physically that I was to come to be very familiar with in the days and weeks to come. Besides an amazing and profound feeling of pleasure and joy, there was also a very real twinge of pain, like going back out to play hockey even though you twisted your ankle the previous day. Like finishing your ice cream cone even though you've got brain freeze. Like burning your mouth on the first piece of the best pizza you've ever eaten in your whole life, but not being able to stop your self from eating the whole thing despite the pain. To put it plainly, my scrotes hurt by the time I was done with that cum. But tempis fugit, as they say, and as soon as I had relished the afterglow of Cyndi's wake-up gift, I resumed my explorations of her butt crack. I curled up my tongue again, and began running it around the wrinkly rim of her anus. This activity intrinsically summons up lots of salivation, which I simply let run down the tube of my rolled-up tongue onto, into, and around her asshole. My mouth was very wet, but her ass was soon even wetter. Cyndi lifted her right leg, placing her foot flat on the mattress up behind the left leg's knee. This gave me a little more room to work with (especially, I gleefully noted, should I decide to renew my expedition to the Love Canal.) I was determined however, at this juncture, to prove to Cyndi that my limbo bar of excretory and sanitary hang-ups was not just lower, but lying on the ground next to the bonfire. So I took the plunge, as it were, and pushed my tongue into her asshole. Cyndi jumped involuntarily, resulting in my tongue pulling right back out of her ass. I pulled it back into my mouth, and contemplated the taste there before proceeding to decide whether to resume drilling or simply roll over and throw up. The taste was, finally, a little earthy, a little less sanitized, a little less composed of soaps, oils, and emollients. The taste was, not to put too fine a point on it, quite a bit like the smell of shit. But right at this point, Cyndi groaned, writhed her back such that her beautiful butt rolled back against me, and reached behind herself to grasp my head and pull me forward into her ass crack again. Well, okay, it tasted a little shitty, but bigger things were at stake here. I knew I needed to power through this -- I had a lot to learn, and I wanted to do something nice for this Cyndi person who had done so many nice things for me. Maybe I didn't really love doing this particular thing, but hey, who knows, maybe in time, I would learn to like it ... to love it, even? So, I tightened my tongue again and used it to swab around Cyndi's ass hole, plunged it in, and licked her all over that general region. Cyndi either continued to make very encouraging noises, or a sequence of goats and cows came through the room. "Aaaah! Mmmm -- Ooooh!" Cyndi grasped one of my hands - which were, you will recall, being used to pry open and keep apart the globes of her shapely ass - she grasped one of these and guided it down to her labia, inside, to the front, and there guided me to find and stroke the little lumpy nodule I'd discovered earlier at the juncture of her inner lips. When she removed her hand, I took the clue and didn't follow, but stayed to twiddle around in there while I mainly concentrated on lathering and polishing her anal zone. Again, the sheep, goats, and cattle came through, while at the same time, the earthquakes resumed, this time in force. I had everything I could do to stay in contact with ground zero (oh, yeah, and in the case of the fingers on my right hand, ground one or what ever you'd like to call her clit). After a bit, Cyndi's moanings, groanings, and thrashings around suddenly stopped as she went completely rigid, trapping my poor head with its poor tongue tightly in place. I hoped first that this was a good thing going on for her, and second that it would soon be over, as I was cramping up and couldn't breathe. Sure enough, Cyndi's rigor mortis quickly subsided, and she fell limp back against me. I pulled my self back a bit, leaned up and forward to see her face, and asked, "Was that okay?" By way of answer, Cyndi grabbed my head and pulled me forward for another one of those deep-penetrating kisses. I was delighted. So much so, that it didn't even cross my mind until much later where both our mouths had been just prior. Cyndi smile up at me and said, "what do you say we grab some lunch?" *... to be continued in Cyndi -- Day One (Lunch)!*

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Title: How Fucking Gramps Saved Our Family Tags: incest, taboo, grandfather, granddaughter, grandfather granddaughter incest, lesbian, leabian incest, mother daughter incest, mother daughter lesbian Barbara Williamson was an average woman with average intelligence, average looks, and an average disposition. Like the overall average of married women in America, Barbara had gone through a divorce when her not-so average husband, James, left her for a beatnik poet named Alessandria Pinot Grigio. The only thing he wanted in the divorce, he said, was the Impala, the newer of their vehicles. Barbara could have the '91 Taurus and the house. She thought that to be an equitable trade even though the Taurus always seemed to be in need of one service or another. Barbara lived in her average house, in her average neighborhood, with her little more than average daughter, Jill, a chubby girl with a sunny disposition whom one would not immediately call pretty, but she was darned cute thanks mostly in part to her brick-red hair and her freckles. Jill attended the local community college where she was training to be a cosmetologist. Sadly, like her mother, she was currently unattached, but unlike her mother, that never stopped Jill from hanging out with her friends and having a good time. Barbara, it seemed, had given up on the prospect of anything good ever coming into her life again. About a week after James filed for divorce, Barbara's mother, Edna, lost her battle with cancer. Her father, Edward, now lived alone in the spacious house in which Barbara was raised. He had told her that he could not bear to be there by himself, so he suggested that Barbara put her house on the market and she and Jill could move in with him. It would mean Jill transferring to another school, considering that Edward lived out of state, but Jill was optimistic about the change in scenery, which tipped the scales currently held by Barbara's indifference. Once the move had been made, Barbara gained employment at Costco and quickly made a name for herself with associates and management alike. Twice she had been named Employee of the Month and was currently in the running for Employee of the Quarter. During all this, she tried her level best to keep her father occupied with one thing or another, which meant taking him to the Senior Center every Monday through Friday. Edward protested, though, stating, "All those geezers there are just waiting for Death to claim them." If Barbara had looked closely at her father, she very well could have said the same about him. It was not to Barbara that Edward opened up, though, but Jill, as Barbara's indifference toward most everything but her job gave anyone who dared engage her prevented interaction on any level, and the conversation with Jill occurred one night after dinner while Barbara was bathing. Let's join that conversation in progress. "I'm telling you, Jilly, that place has the stench of death in the air." "Oh, don't exaggerate it, Gramps. I'm sure it's quite nice." "I'll tell you what," Edward said as he sat on the edge of his recliner. "Come by for a visit tomorrow after your mother drops me off and see for yourself. If you still think I'm lying, I'll continue to go without another word, but if you are convinced that I'm telling the truth, you convince your mother to stop taking me to that damned place." "Okay," Jill answered. "Sure, Gramps. I'll be there tomorrow no later than ten." Jill lived up to her promise. She had not been inside the place for more than a minute when she grabbed her grandfather by the wrist and whisked him away to the safety of the outside world. "Geez, Gramps. I'm so sorry. I never knew." "Well, now you do," Edward said a bit sarcastically. "Now take me home so I can get on with my life." The remainder of the ride was made in silence. Once home, Edward made to go to his room, but Jill stopped him and said, "Unh-uh, Mister. Not yet. Come in the living room. We need to have a talk." Edward reluctantly obeyed her, seating himself in his recliner. "So, go ahead then. Talk." "You said that the senior center was full of old geezers just waiting to die, but what about you, Gramps? It seems you're content to just wither away now that Gramma is gone. I love you, and I want you around for a long, long time." Edward broke down crying. "I just miss her so much, Jilly, and now that's she's gone, what reason do I have to live?" "Me," Jill said as she placed a comforting hand on his. "I want you to walk me down the aisle on the day that I get married, Gramps. Promise me that you'll start taking better care of yourself. You don't exercise, you aren't eating like you should ... I bet you've lost ten-fifteen pounds since we moved in." Edward clasped his free hand around the one Jill had placed upon his other. "I'll try." "No, you won't ***try***, you'll ***do***, or else I'm going to have to call one of those assisted living people to make you do it." Edward laughed. "I bet you would." He laughed again. "Sounds like something Edna would say. You look a lot like her when she was your age, you know." "No, Gramps. I don't. I never saw any pictures of her when she was young." "I have some in a box in my room. Let me go get them." Edward left, then reappeared about five minutes later carrying a shoebox filled to the brim with old photos. He searched for a few seconds, then pulled one out and handed it to Jill. "Here. Tell me what you think of that." "Wow," Jill remarked as she took possession of it. "The resemblance is uncanny." "You've got a good piece of her personality as well, Jilly." "Then I'm a better woman for it," Jill responded, "but back to what we were discussing earlier: You need to start living a better life, Gramps." "I'm sorry, Jilly, but I don't know that I can. Edna was everything to me, and with her gone, I just don't have the gumption to go on alone." "Well, can you at least try?" Jill asked. "For me?" "I'm tired," Edward said in way of a response. "I think I'm going to go lay down." He returned to his room with the box of photos under his arm. About thirty minutes into his nap, Barbara called to tell Jill that she would be working a double. "It's a great opportunity for some overtime, plus it might sway me getting that Employee of the Quarter prize. Anyway, pick your grandfather up from the senior center around four. I should be home by eleven-thirty." Of course, Jill did not tell her mother that Gramps was already home and that he wouldn't be going back to the senior center. That was a conversation they would have tonight. In the meantime, though, Jill on the spot planned to make a meatloaf with a side of green beans. Upon Jill and Barbara moving in, Edward had told the two that some of Edna's stuff had been stored in the attic. Of this "stuff" was clothing, nick-knacks, and recipes, just to mention a few. Jill thought to surprise Gramps with a meatloaf made from Edna's old recipe, so she ventured into the attic to search it out. Jill took her time as she was unfamiliar with the attic. She walked carefully, testing every board she stepped upon. She soon made her way to the back and began opening boxes. The first contained some old comic books. She knew they were old because the prices varied from five cents to ten cents. She saw Batmans and Supermans and Captain Americas, and even though she didn't know their exact worth, she had to imagine that Gramps was sitting on a little gold mine. Jill opened a second box and found post cards and letters. She looked at a few and saw that some had come from Korea. *Gramps was in the Korean War, wasn't he*? Deeming the letters too personal, she closed the box without a second look. She pulled a large box out and opened it to find a smaller box inside. She removed the smaller box and noticed it had been sitting atop ... something. She pulled the "something" from the box to discern it was a wig, gray in color and just below the ear in length. She surmised that this must be what Gramma had worn when she lost her hair due to chemo. Under the wig was a black dress with a dark red pattern running throughout its entirety and white lace cuffs at the end of the long sleeves and around the neck. She held it up and it looked like it would fit her. She thought to try it on but decided against it. Jill placed the dress and wig back in the box, then opened the smaller box to reveal that she had found her grandmother's recipes. She made her way back downstairs. It was too early to make preparations for dinner, so she spent the remainder of Gramps's nap time sifting through Edna's recipes. "What do you have there?" It was Edward, who had awakened from his nap. "Oh, hey Gramps," Jill called over her shoulder. "I found Gramma's recipes. I hope you don't mind. I thought I'd try to make her meatloaf tonight." "That would be wonderful, Jilly. What were you going to make with it?" "Green beans and mashed potatoes and gravy." Edward smiled. "Come this way." He went to the cupboard and had Jill empty the top shelf, then he pulled a couple of boards loose, reached in, and grabbed a Mason Jar that contained green beans. "She always loved to can stuff. We've got these, tomatoes, okra, and a few other things I can't remember right off. Our secret though, okay?" "Our secret," Jill agreed. "Oh, and it's just going to be you and I for dinner tonight. Mom's working a double." "Fine with me," Edward responded. "Even when she's here, she's not here." "I know what you mean, Gramps. I'm sorry." "Not your place to apologize for your mother's actions, Jilly." Edward remained silent for all of two seconds before adding, "She got divorced, but she acts like she's the one suffering through a spouse's death." "In a way, she is," Jill said, taking advantage of the little something she learned in her Modern Psychology class. "A divorce is like a death, Gramps. It's the death of what was and can never be again." "Tell me that again after you watch your husband wither away from cancer," Gramps spat before leaving the kitchen in a huff. Jill thought to go after him but decided to just allow him time to cool off. She was correct in her analogy, but hindsight showed her that perhaps she could have found a better analogy upon which to base her argument. She sighed, then decided that two o'clock was not too early after all to begin dinner. Edward peeked his head into the kitchen around four-thirty. "Now there's something I haven't smelled in over two years." "Gramps!" Jill exclaimed when she turned and saw him. She rushed to his side and hugged him. "I'm so sorry I upset you earlier. Will you forgive me?" "Jilly, I'm the one who's sorry," Edward said as he hugged her back. "I was so angry at your mother and I took it out on you. Let's just put it all behind us." "Officially behind us." "Good. Now what time for dinner?" "Well, I still have to do the mashed potatoes and gravy. Say ... Forty-five minutes?" "Enough time for me to get my bath," Edward responded. He kissed his granddaughter's cheek before exiting to do just that. "It all smells so wonderful," Edward said as he sat to eat. He made a crater in his mashed potatoes, then filled that with the green beans, then liberally doused the entire thing with gravy before adding gravy to the meat loaf. He took a bite, chewed, swallowed, then began to weep. "Gramps? What's wrong?" "It tastes so much like hers," he managed to say. "Almost like she was here with us." "Her memory always will be, Gramps." "It's not the same," he said as he pushed himself from the table. He went to his room and locked the door. When Jill tried to reason with him, he said, "Edna and I will be reunited soon enough." After that, he stopped answering his granddaughter. She knew he wouldn't commit suicide, but wasn't he doing just that by slowly starving himself to death? There had to be some way of reaching him, though. Jill just had to figure out what that "some way" was. Edward did not come out of his room the remainder of the evening. Jill had gotten the skeleton key and unlocked his door to check on him and found him in bed, lightly snoring. It was all she could do to keep from laughing when she noticed that he had an erection, simply because she didn't think men in their seventies could get one. She exited his room and had just made it to the living room when her mother walked in. "Hi, Mom. How was work?" "You mean how was eight hours at eighteen dollars per, don't you?" Barbara said too matter-of-factly. "Anyway, worth it. Not only did I endear myself to the managers, but I have enough to get the Taurus aligned now. Anyway, what's for dinner?" "Meatloaf, mashed potatoes with gravy, and green beans, all from Gramma's recipe." "Where did you find that?" "Up in the attic." "Where I've told you not to go," Barbara said coarsely. "I told you it's dangerous up there. No telling how old those boards are." "I was careful," Jill told her mother. "Besides, I was trying to do something to pull Gramps out of his funk." "What funk?" Barbara asked. "I haven't noticed any funk." "That's because the only person you've been interested in since Dad left has been yourself," Jill responded. "If you would take just a second and look around you, you'd have noticed that Gramps has lost about fifteen pounds since we've been here. He's given up on life, Mom. He wants to die. He wants to be with Gramma again." "And what makes you think that?" Barbara asked. "He told me as much. And you know what? I might as well go ahead and tell you, I pulled him out of that senior center today. It was one step away from being a mortuary housing the near-dead. Gramps doesn't like it there and I don't think he should return." "Just who the hell are you to decide something like that?" Barbara near-spit. "First of all, I didn't decide it. Gramps did. Second, if it ***were*** up to anyone else, I'd have every right to do so seeing as to how your level of caring has dropped off the radar." "I will not be reprimanded by my own daughter." "You will listen to whatever it takes for you to get your head out of your ass, Mom. There are more important things going on around here than your job at Costco or how impressed your supervisors are or how close you are to winning something that doesn't mean jack shit compared to the real world that's going on around you." "How dare you." "How dare ***you***!" Jill returned. She started toward her room and called over her shoulder, "Your food is in the oven." "I've suddenly lost my appetite," Barbara answered before going to her own room. Jill checked in on Edward before going to her room. He was still asleep. She was glad that the argument with her mother didn't wake him. She pulled out her phone and brought up her playlist. She cycled through it a bit before finding a good enough starting point. With ear buds securely in place, she lay down and slowly fell asleep. The next morning Jill entered the kitchen to find Edward and Barbara discussing his decision to not return to the senior center. "I still think it's the best place for you, Dad. Don't all your friends attend there as well?" "All my friends are either dead, have one foot in the grave, or are living out their golden years in some RV as they cross this great nation of ours." "Well, we can't afford an RV." Edward laughed. "Maybe ***you*** can't." "I'm in charge of your finances, Dad. I know for a fact that you can't, either." Edward laughed again, then said, "I can just stay at home. I'll be alright." "You need someone looking after you, and with classes starting up again next week Jill won't be able to do that." "I'm not an invalid, Barbara, and if anything happens I'll dial 9-1-1 and say, 'I've fallen, and I can't get up.'" "Ha-ha-ha," Barbara said sarcastically, "but you ***do*** bring up a good point. Maybe we should look into getting you set up with one of those services." "Whatever gets you off my back," Edward offered as a reply. "You don't seem too grateful that we're here," Barbara retorted. "Don't forget that ***you*** are in ***my*** house, young lady. Not that you're here when you are." To accentuate this point, Edward placed his forefingers at his temples and spiraled them into the air. "Don't have any concern for anyone but yourself ... whatever makes your life easier by not having to deal with the fact that your husband left you." Barbara just stared at him. "That's right. I said it. He left you, and you've been one big pity party since." Edward got up from his place at the table and went to his room, leaving behind the untouched and now cold eggs and bacon that Barbara had fixed him for breakfast. Jill stood there until her mother met her gaze, then shot her a hateful look before chasing after her grandfather. Once at his door, she knocked. "Gramps? It's Jill. Let me in." "Go away, Jilly. Just leave me be." "Come on out, Gramps. You need to eat something considering you didn't eat last night." "I'll not be coming out as long as that shrew is here." "Can I at least bring it to you?" "Leave it by the door." Jill returned to the kitchen where her mother was eating the food on Edward's plate. That was okay. Jill would just fix him a nice helping of last night's leftovers. "I expect you to back me on matters of your grandfather, Jill." "If you were in the right, I would." "What is that supposed to mean?" "It means that everything he has said is true," Jill told her, "but you're too butthurt to get past it and get on with your life." "I'll not be spoken to like that." "Whatever. Just go to work. That seems to be the only thing that makes you happy anymore." Barbara stood there, silent, then let out a big huff before collecting her things and getting on her way. As the door closed, Jill could barely make out her mother saying, "...don't know how lucky they are to have me." Jill set the food next to Edward's door and knocked. "Food's ready, Gramps. It's by your door. I'm heading into town for a bit. See you when I get back." She waited for a response, but there was none, so she left. That was at eight o'clock. It was just coming up on two when she returned home. She went to Edward's room to find the plate of food still outside his door. Worried, she knocked frantically. "Gramps? You okay?" "Leave me be, Jilly. Just let me die in peace." Tears filled Jill's eyes. She honestly did not know how to respond to that. She took the plate to the kitchen and dumped its contents in the trash before washing it. She could understand her grandfather's grief, but that did not mean she had to accept it. She had to think of some way of reaching him. *There must be* ***some*** *way, on* ***some*** *level, but how*? She was convinced that divine intervention might be the only way. Then she brightened. *Maybe not divine intervention*, *but how about the supernatural*? "Am I really considering this?" she asked herself aloud. If it offered a chance at saving her grandfather's life, she didn't see how she couldn't. With hope springing within her heart, she made her way to the attic. That night for dinner, Jill made taco salads. She knew Edward liked them seeing as to how Barbara had fixed them probably twenty times since they had moved in. Tonight, though ... When she went to her grandfather's door to announce that dinner was ready, he told her he wasn't hungry. Jill reported this to her mother, who beat and banged on her father's door while demanding that he come to the table. Reluctantly he did, but he just picked at his food for thirty minutes before making his way to the living room. He watched the news, then *Wheel of Fortune* and *Jeopardy*, then, citing fatigue, he went back to his room. "I think I'm going to have to put him in a home," Barbara said to Jill. She was ready for the onslaught of retorts that her daughter was sure to throw her way, so imagine her surprise when Jill said, "It may be our only option of saving him." "Do you really think so?" Barbara asked, enthused that her daughter would side with her. "Maybe," Jill repeated, "but just promise you won't rush out and do it. Let's do an intervention first. I emailed Dr. Collins, my psyche teacher back at GMC, and he said that these things have, like, a ninety-five percent success rate. You okay with trying that first?" Barbara thought on it for a few seconds, then said, "We do the intervention and then give it two weeks. If his behavior hasn't changed by then, we place him in a home. Agreed?" "Agreed," Jill answered. Of course, she had no plans to conduct an intervention. At least, not one anybody might label "conventional." Jill waited until midnight when she knew everyone would be sound asleep before setting her plan into motion. Edward lay in his bed, fast asleep. There was movement, yet slight as it was, it was still enough to awaken him. He looked up to see, "E-Edna?" "No, Edward. This is a dream, a wonderful dream in which I have returned so we may once again be united in marital bliss." With only the light of the moon shining through his window, Edward made out the black dress with the dark red pattern and the white cuffs and collar along with the short, gray-haired wig that Edna wore prior to her death. He raised his hands to her face. "Oh, Edna. I've missed you so." That was four months ago. This is now: Barbara was happy as a lark, as the old folks used to say. Although she did not win the prior quarter's prize, she did finally achieve that honor this quarter, and as part of the package of goodies she received, she was given the day off with pay. She had parked her car in the driveway as opposed to putting it in the garage because she meant to run in and come right back out. If only she had opened that garage door ... When she entered the house, Barbara called for her father to tell him the good news, but that single word caught in her throat, almost strangling her. "Daaaaaauuuuhhhh?" She just stared at what was transpiring before her eyes, then, "What the fuck is going on here?" What was going on was Edward sitting in his recliner while an apparently old, gray-haired woman wearing a black dress with dark red designs on it and white lace cuffs and collar performed oral sex on him. Edward shot Barbara a look of embarrassed surprise as she said, "What the hell are you doing, Dad? What if I were Jill coming home early from school?" The woman between Edward's legs slowly raised her head, and with his cock still buried half-way down her throat, removed the wig, allowing her brick-red hair to spill over her shoulders to reveal, "J-J-Jill? Oh, my God," and Barbara Williamson fainted dead away, collapsing onto the floor in a heap. Jill removed her mouth from her grandfather's penis and said, "I suppose we should get her up on the couch." Edward joined his granddaughter in moving Barbara to the sofa. "There, on the right. Just prop her up," he said, and once they had, he took the cushion to the left of her and said, "Come on, Jilly. Grandpa needs to feel himself inside of you." Jill smiled as she straddled his hips, then she sank down, allowing the full measure of his cock to fill her dripping pussy. She rode him gently—she liked it slow, and so did he—while he sucked on one of her raspberry-colored nipples. "Oh, Gramps. It feels so good." Edward palmed Jill's ass, helping her with the up-and-down of her motion. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "I'm almost there, Gramps." "Hold on," he said as he began to thrust as deeply into her as he could. "Almost ... Almost ..." and Barbara awoke just as Edward and Jill shouted out in orgasmic delight. "Oh, dear God no!" Barbara said as she fell to the floor, crying. "Lord, no! Please, God. No. Why? Why would You allow such an abomination to take place?" As she silently awaited an answer she became aware of the squishy sounds of her father's cock continuing to plow her daughter's pussy. She stood and pulled Jill from Edward. "Get off him. Now. You should be ashamed of yourself," then, rounding on her father, "and you! Molesting your own flesh and blood. What do you have to say for yourself?" "It's not like that, Mom," Jill tried to argue, but Barbara wanted nothing of it. "He's twisted your mind. You no longer believe you're a victim, but once I call the police—" "You won't do that," Jill said as she stood between her mother and her grandfather. "Oh, and why not?" "Because you couldn't survive the embarrassment of it," Jill told her. "Something like this? You don't want ***anybody*** finding out about, especially all those Costco people you hold in such high regard. Go ahead. Tell me I'm wrong." Barbara just stared at her. Her jaw was working, but no words issued forth. She grabbed her purse and exited the house. "That went well," Edward said with a snort. Jill grunted her approval of the joke. Barbara returned around nine o'clock. What had started out as a day of celebration and good fortune had ended, for her, anyway, in confusion and utter disaster. She had parked her car at the airport and just sat there, wondering a thousand times over how something like what she had witnessed could ever happen. *And she seemed fine with it*. *She acted like she was enjoying it*. *The only questions that remain are How long has this been going on, and Who instigated it*? Barbara mulled this over for as long as she could, and when she decided that her need for answers far outweighed her anger, she made her way back home. Barbara stopped by her daughter's room first, but Jill was in the shower, so she went to her father's room to speak with him. He answered every one of her questions except for *How did this begin*? His only reply to that query was "If ***I*** told you the story, you wouldn't believe me. Ask Jill. Let ***her*** explain it to you." Even after several protests on Barbara's part, Edward remained resolute. "Jilly can explain it all." Exasperated, Barbara left to confront her daughter. *Jilly*. *That sounds so nasty coming out of his mouth now*. Barbara entered her daughter's room to find her sitting on the bed wearing a mint green Chantilly lace baby doll top with matching panties, and her first thought was that she was preparing for another round with Edward. She shook that from her mind, though, as there were more pressing matters at hand. "Mind if we talk?" Jill, who had been drying her hair with a towel, stopped and lowered it. "Sure, Mom, if by *talk* you actually mean 'talk.'" Barbara was about to tell her daughter to not be snide, but she didn't come in here looking to pick another fight, which she knew the statement would set off. She swallowed that jab and said, "Okay. I have spent the better part of the past ten hours trying to wrap my head around this thing between you and your grandfather. I need some answers, Jill. I need to know how and why and everything in between. Can you be honest and forthright enough with me to give me that?" "Yes." "Then start whenever you're ready. I'll listen to everything you have to say." "Have you spoken to Gramps yet?" "Yes. He told me that you would have to explain things, because if he tried I just wouldn't believe him." Jill snorted a laugh. "No, I suppose you wouldn't, but understand that everything I'm about to tell you is the truth, Mom. One hundred percent." She took a deep breath, then began. "You cast a blind eye to almost everything in this household, Mom. You have been so caught up in your own woes that you haven't noticed just bad or good things have been here. This was supposed to be a new start for us both, but you just dragged all your old problems here with you and found comfort in that job of yours." "What does any of that have to do with what I witnessed today?" Barbara asked angrily. "Everything," Jill replied. "You didn't notice just how much Gramps hated the senior center, you didn't notice how much weight he had lost, and you didn't notice that he had all but given up on life. He invited us here not to watch him die, Mom, but to help him find a reason to continue living. Don't you see that?" Barbara said nothing. Her bottom lip trembled just the slightest. She looked down at the floor to hide it from her daughter. "I tried everything in my power to encourage him, Mom. I truly did, but nothing seemed to work. Remember that day I told you I got Gramma's recipes from the attic?" Barbara, still looking at the floor, nodded her head. "I also found an old dress of Gramma's and her wig, the one she wore when the chemo started making her hair fall out. I was so desperate to save Gramps that one night I decided to dress like Gramma. The pretense was that he was dreaming. This is the night that you and I agreed to the intervention." Barbara looked up at her daughter when this proclamation was made. "Which you said you had done without me, you and that Dr. Hoozabootsis and those healthcare professionals. I guess that was a lie." "Well, yeah, Mom. I pretty much just told you as much. My intervention was to visit Gramps in what he believed to be a dream—" "And fuck him into good behavior?" Barbara snapped, then immediately said, "I'm sorry, Jill. Please, continue." "Well, you're not too far off the mark," Jill said with a slight laugh. "Yes, my idea was to initiate some sort of sexual contact with the promise of more if he would just start taking better care of himself." "And you consider this sound reasoning?" "Again, Mom. I was desperate, and I concluded that I loved Gramps enough to at least try." Barbara shook her head in dismay. "So, tell me what happened." "You mean, like, play-by-play?" "Why not?" Barbara answered. "I've already seen you two doing ... You know." "Okay," Jill said a bit resignedly. "Here goes." "I waited until midnight when I knew everyone would be sound asleep before setting my plan into motion. I went to Gramps's room and found him lying in his bed, fast asleep. I was wearing the wig and dress, the same one you saw me in earlier, and I had nothing on underneath it. I slowly crawled onto the bed, pulled Gramps's co—that is, his penis, from his boxers, and then I began to masturbate it. There was enough movement, slight as it was, to awaken him. He looked up at me and said, 'E-Edna?' "'No, Edward. This is a dream, a wonderful dream in which I have returned so we may be once again be united in marital bliss,' I told him. "Gramps said. 'Oh, Edna. I've missed you so.'" "'And I've missed you, Edward,' I said as I bent down and kissed him." "'How long are you here for?' Gramps asked me." "'I told you, dear. This is a dream. I'll be here as long as you can keep me here.'" "Then Gramps said, 'Make love to me, Edna. Please. I need to remember what that felt like.'" "'On one condition,' I told him. 'You have to promise me that you'll start taking better care of yourself. Can you do that, Edward?'" "Gramps said, 'I promise, Edna. I'll do anything you ask. Just name it.'" "'Become healthy and strong again,' I responded." "'I will,' Gramps said, then he surprised me by asking, 'Can you give me an old fashioned?'" "Old fashioned?" Barbara asked. "What's that?" "Well ... Gramps placed a hand on my head and pushed me lower and lower until my mouth was even with his erect penis. *This is it*, I thought to myself. *Can I go through with this phase of my plan*? *Do I love Gramps enough to do this for him if it helps him get his life back on track*? I decided that I did, so I gripped his hard penis and took it into my mouth. Now, keep in mind that I wasn't very experienced with that. Hell, with anything. I had had sex just once in my life prior to that, and that was with Mark Greenwell." "Little bastard." Barbara exclaimed. "I knew you and he were doing it." "Not ***doing,*** Mom. ***Did***, as in ***once***, like I just told you. Anyway, I did what I thought Gramps might like, and ten minutes later he was coming in my mouth. I didn't dare spit it. At the time, I panicked. For some reason, I was thinking if he thought it were just a wet dream as opposed to a true supernatural experience, it might lessen the effect I had hoped to create. So, I swallowed it." "You swallowed your grandfather's semen?" Barbara, aghast, asked. "Yes, and every time thereafter, if you must know the truth. I've gotten used to it. Sometimes I actually crave it." "Oh, enough of that," Barbara spat. "Get on with your story." "Well, if you hadn't paid attention, the following morning at breakfast Gramps ate everything on his plate. Not only that, but after you left for work he even pulled two waffles from the freezer and popped them in the toaster and ate those as well. Afterward? He wanted to go for a walk. I accompanied him, of course, as I didn't know if he had the stamina to walk very far, but he pushed himself to walk for about thirty minutes. He was really throwing himself into getting back into shape. He was so tuckered out when we got back home that he slept for almost two hours, though. "At lunch he had a sandwich and a bottle of Ensure, then he would go around the house and lift things, treating them like weights. I actually had to tell him to slow down, but he kept saying, 'I've got to do this for Edna.' I'll tell you, Mom, what I did for him really lit a fire under him. He cleaned his plate at dinner—you probably didn't notice that either, and that's not a jab, just a fact—and the next morning it was the same thing all over again: hearty breakfast, go for a walk, healthy lunch, work-out, and nice dinner. This went on for a couple of days, and I was so proud of Gramps that I decided to visit him again. "That night, I entered his room like before, and I pulled the covers from him to reveal he was butt-naked. I took him in my mouth like last time and he soon swelled and hardened. I'll tell you, Mom ... It's so thick. I can barely contain it in my mouth, but I really wanted to know how it felt inside of me. You know, in my vagina? As I was crawling up on him, he awakened and said, 'Edna, you came back.' 'I told you I would,' I replied, 'and since you have done such a good job of eating better and making yourself healthier, I've got a little surprise for you.' I then pushed down, and even though I felt the head slip in, the rest wouldn't. I was too tight, but after working toward it I was successful, and Gramps and I made love." "I really don't need the particulars, Jill." "You told me to tell you the story, so I'm telling it. Now, where was I? Oh, yeah. We made love very slowly. I must have had seven or eight orgasms before he had his, and yes, I allowed him to cum inside of me. It was such a wonderful feeling, Mom. Don't worry, though; I'm on the pill. Anyway, when we finished I lay there with him until he went to sleep, then it was back to my room. The next day we walked—yes, walked—the mile from here to Costco. When you saw us in the store? Gramps was trying to tell you that we had walked there, and he tried to show you the two-pound wrist and ankle weights he was going to buy, but all you could think about was what your bosses might say if they saw you talking to us. You did ask him about the weights that night at dinner. Do you remember how he answered?" "Not really," Barbara admitted. "No." "He said he bought them from Wal-Mart and you absently replied, 'That's nice, Dad.'" "I ... must have had other things on my mind." "Yeah. We know. Your award. That aside, Gramps wore those things from sun-up to sun-down for a month straight, then he replaced them with five-pound weights, and every three nights or so I would sneak into his room and we would have sex. I'll tell you, by the second month we knew each other's bodies so well ... Gramps had worked so diligently at making himself stronger that he was actually able to do positions other than me on top. He even began going down on me, and he became quite proficient at it in no time." Barbara glared at her daughter, but she continued to listen. "By the beginning of the third month Gramps asked me if I wanted to go to lunch with him one day. I said, 'sure,' and when he told me to pick any place I'd like, as a joke I said, 'The Brass Lantern.' Well, imagine my surprise when he agreed. We ordered the prime rib for two, and during the meal he place a hand over one of mine and said, 'Thank you, Jilly.' When I asked him for what, he said, 'For giving me a reason to live again.' I had thought about feigning ignorance at this, and eventually denying whatever he said he suspected, but I figured why should I, so I said, 'I love you, Gramps. You mean the world to me,' and in that moment I realized that I loved him as my grandfather, but I loved him as my lover as well. He sensed this and smiled as he said, 'I love you too, Jilly.' "Are you telling me that you and your grandfather are in love with one another?" Barbara asked, shocked at the implication. "We are, Mom, and regardless of what this night brings, we will not stop having sex with each other. It's not just the sex, though. Gramps is a really interesting man. I don't know how long he has left on this earth, but I plan on being anything and everything he needs until he leaves us." "You want to know what I think?" Barbara asked, and before Jill could respond, Barbara said, "I think that you are more infatuated with the sex than you are the man. You ***did*** say that he was just your second lover. ***Ever***. So, yeah, you're more in it for the sex than anything else. Probably think nobody wants you. Let me ask you this: the whole time he was getting healthier, why weren't you? I mean, you look like you may have lost eight or ten pounds, but you're still pudgy. Lose about twenty more and you'll be a nice-looking woman." "I don't need to lose weight, Mom, because I already am a good-looking woman. I have a ton of friends back home and I've made just as many here, not to mention that I have a lover who adores every inch of my body. What do you have besides hate and contempt and bitterness? You try your damnedest to rain down misery on everyone else just so they will feel as badly about their lot in life as you do. I'll tell you what you need, though. ***You*** need to get laid. That's right. I said it. A good fucking would do you a world of good. Several good fuckings might actually change that shitty disposition of yours. Take one up the ass. That'll be sure to tame your shrew." Barbara stood and drew back a hand. Jill defiantly held out her chin, daring her mother to complete the act, but Barbara lowered it and said, "You never would have spoken to me like this before. What's happened to you?" "I've found the ability to leave the past behind me and embrace the future, Mom. It's time for you to do the same." Barbara stared at her daughter for all of twenty seconds, then she exited the room. She thought to tell her dad of her conversation with Jill, but she just couldn't stomach anymore of this tonight. She took a shower instead and went to bed, but sleep was not a welcome friend. She thought about what Jill had told her. She processed it, analyzed it, turned it over and over too many times to remember. She glanced at her clock. It was eleven-thirty. She got out of bed and went to her father's room, opened the door, and let her gown fall to the floor. *Maybe Jill is right*, she thought as she climbed onto the bed. *Maybe I just need a good fucking*. She pulled back the covers to reveal that her father was completely nude. She hesitated, then she climbed atop him and began rubbing her pussy on his flaccid dick. She felt it begin to grow in length and girth, and when Edward stirred, she positioned herself to take it. Edward said, "Jilly, you're so hot and wet tonight." With a tremble in her voice, Barbara said, "It's not Jill, Daddy, it's me," and then she took the entirety of his cock into her. They moaned simultaneously, Edward because Jill's pussy had never been this hot, and Barbara because she came instantaneously. Edward began to say something, but Barbara interrupted him by saying, "Fuck me, Daddy. Don't say a word. Just fuck me." Barbara was begging to be fucked, but it was she who rode her father's cock like she was a jockey riding a horse in the Kentucky Derby. Her orgasms came in quick succession, and the more she had, the louder she got, which was enough to wake Jill. Fearing the worst, Jill raced to her grandfather's room to find him fucking her mother. A smile came to her face. She removed her clothing and climbed onto the bed. Barbara noticed her and began to cry. "I need it, Jill. I fucking need it." "I know, Mom. It's okay." Then, to her grandfather, "Fuck her doggie style, Gramps." Almost unconsciously, Barbara moved into position. Edward got behind his daughter, slid his cock into her, and began to fuck her like nobody's business. Barbara was still weeping, even as Jill slid down feet first and placed a hand upon her mother's head; Barbara allowed her mouth to be guided to her daughter's pussy, and she licked it once it had been. She thought her daughter's pussy to be so young and fresh and tender, and it tasted good as well. Barbara ate her daughter's pussy even as her father fucked her own, and the orgasms continued. "How are you doing up there, Gramps?" Jill called out after some time. "I'm almost there," Edward replied. "Mom? I want you to suck Gramps's cock. I want you to suck it until he cums in your mouth. Can you do that for me? For him?" Edward pulled out and lay on the bed. Barbara took his cock into her mouth while Jill moved down and began eating her mother's pussy. It was sloppily wet and filled with thick, creamy cum, and Jill lapped every bit of it up, bringing her mother to orgasm several times in the process. Five minutes in and Edward could be heard saying, "Oh, here it comes, Barbara." Jill pulled her mouth off her mother's clit and said, "Do it, Mom. Suck that cock. Drink all of Gramps's sperm. Come on, Mom. You can do it." Barbara, emboldened, sucked as hard and fast as she could, and in no time her mouth was filling with her father's semen. Edward cried out as he bucked several times, then he just lay there, a smile of contentment on his face. "Go ahead, Mom. Swallow it," Jill said to her mother, and Barbara did. Jill said nothing more. She lay in the crook of Edward's left shoulder while Barbara lay in his right, then the two women joined hands. Things were going to be different around here, Jill knew. Better. She was happy, and a smile of contentment found a place on her lips as well.

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Title: Arrival by Sci the cheetah Tags: Cheetah, Gay Relationships, Incest, M/M, Wolf Taylor & Alex Chapter 1: Arrival Taylor and Jeff © Sci the Cheetah Alex © Rabbit Chaser \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Taylor sighed as he got in his car and started to drive. He had received a letter a few days before telling him that he would be the guardian to his 14 year old cousin, Alex. Taylor, a 26 year old black wolf, talked to about it to his boyfriend of two years. Jeff, his boyfriend, thought it would be a good opportunity, but it would be best not to reveal to him just yet that he was gay. Taylor agreed with him. He knew that it wouldn't be the best of influences on his cousin if his cousin knew that he was gay. He could still hear his parent's voices when he told them that he as gay. They screamed and kicked him out of their house, telling him that he was no longer wanted there. He found out the next morning that a burglar came in through the back door and killed them while trying to rob the house right after they kicked him out. For a while, he blamed himself, but then Jeff convinced him that it wasn't his fault. That was when they started to go out. It wasn't long before he arrived at the bus station. He still had half an hour before the bus was supposed to arrive and buses were ALWAYS late. He sighed to himself and called Jeff. "Hey, Sweetie," Jeff said as he answered the phone. "You pick him up?" "Not yet. The bus doesn't arrive for another half hour. Are you sure I shouldn't just tell him?" "Yes. He may find out eventually, but it's better to wait as long as possible." "I trust you, Hun." Taylor said. "I love you." "I love you, too. I'll talk to you when you get home." Taylor sighed as he hung up the phone and sat down as he waited for the bus to get in. He hadn't seen his cousin since the boy was seven years old. That was 7 years ago. 'I wonder how much he's changed,' Taylor thought as he waited. \*\*\* Alex stared out the window of the bus. Then opened his laptop and started another journal entry. "What a way to start my 14th birthday. On my way to stay with a cousin who I haven't seen in 7 years. And it was during one of those family reunions. If only my parents were alive. Six short months ago they were on their way home with a special present for me, only to get sideswiped by a drunk semi driver. Now instead of celebrating my 14th birthday with them, I'm going to spend it with someone who doesn't even know me. We probably don't even have anything in common." He brought up the photo of his cousin so he knew what Taylor looked like. It was a full body shot of the older wolf and Alex had to admit he looked handsome. He goes back to his journal entry. "Why is it I seem to notice boys more than girls? Especially older ones like my cousin. Is it because of the ruggedness of males over girls, or is it because older boys are just more experienced in things? I don't know. I just hope Taylor and I get along. What's more, I also have to live with his roommate, Jeff. End of journal" With that he pulled up the image of the other male he was to live with. He looked at the photo and thought that the cheetah was rather cute. The info that was sent to him said that Jeff was 25 and rather smart. He looked at his watch then saw the bus was pulling into the station. He sighed. Shut off his laptop and waited to get out of the cramped conditions. \*\*\* Taylor sighed heavily as he noticed the bus pulling into the station. He watched as the bus driver got off and cleared everything with the director of the bus station before they started to let people off. One by one, the people filed out. He held up the picture of his cousin as a young wolf hopped off of the bus. "Nope. That's not him," he said to himself. He continued to watch, ready to help his cousin with whatever luggage the boy may have. He was getting nervous. What if his cousin had missed the bus? Or what if they had made a stop and the bus driver accidently left him? Or what if he was kidnapped when they had made a stop? Or.... "THAT'S HIM!!!" Taylor thought to himself as he noticed the small wolf hop off the bus. He couldn't help but smile when he thought that the boy looked cuter in person than he did in the picture. He then approached the boy. "Um...Alex?" he asked the cub. \*\*\* Alex was preoccupied with carrying things and not bumping into all the people to notice much else. But when he heard someone say his name he looked up, into Taylor's eyes. "Um, hi, Taylor," said to the older wolf. After a bit of time though he felt something more was needed. So he put his stuff down and hugged his cousin. His head came to about his cousin's stomach, but what he really noticed was the bulge down below. He noticed it, but it was not a sexual awareness. He couldn't help but feel it as it was rather large. Then he pulled away after a short while and said, "I have some bags under the bus. I didn't have much to bring most of it is clothes. Could you help me get them?" He walked over and got his bags from under the bus. Then with the help of a luggage cart he walked through the depot to Taylor's car. And the start of his new life with his cousin. \*\*\* Taylor smiled slightly as he helped his cousin. There seemed to be an awkward silence as he helped him and put the young wolf's stuff in his car. Once he started to drive, he decided that he needed to break that silence. "Listen, Alex...I know it's hard losing your parents and everything. I lost my parents, too... You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you. I bet I haven't changed a whole lot, have I? Listen, Jeff is at home preparing some food for us. He's glad that you will be living with us. Would you like some music? What do you listen to?" Taylor blushed as he found himself babbling and reached for the radio, turning it on. "Go ahead and put on whatever you'd like to listen to," he told the younger wolf. He just couldn't stand the silence any longer. When they stopped at a red light, he looked over at the young wolf and wondered what he was thinking. 'I bet he hates me. He probably thinks I talk too much and that I'm annoying. I bet he'll be here a week before he asks if he can live somewhere else. Great, now I'm babbling in my head. I guess it's just because I'm nervous,' he thought to himself before the light turned green and he pushed down on the gas lightly. \*\*\* "Really?" Alex asked, "I guess we have being orphans in common then". Alex chuckles internally because he understands that Taylor is babbling because he's nervous. "This laptop," and he holds it up briefly when he noticed they were stopped at a light, "was the gift they were getting me when the trucker crashed into them. I keep it as a reminder of their love for me. I try not to think about their death but more of their life". Alex turns the radio off. Wanting to actually talk to someone, as it was rather boring on the bus. "What's he cooking at home? Tell me all about Jeff. I was given very little information about him, except his photo, his age and of course that he's male". Alex chuckles at the last part. "What have you told him about me?" he adds. Alex looks his cousin over while the older wolf drives. Taking in as much detail about him as possible, spending more time on some areas than others. Hoping that Taylor doesn't notice and think him a fag. Not even sure himself why he stares at some areas. He puts it down to being inquisitive about his cousin and wanting to know everything he can. "You said Jeff is glad I'll be living with you two. What about you? Are you glad I'll be living with you and Jeff?" Alex wonders. \*\*\* "Are you kidding? I'm excited to have you living with me. Jeff is very...uh...nice." He was going to say cute, but he thought it would be best if he didn't. "He's a very good cook and he has some weird hobbies. You probably shouldn't go in his room though. He may not like it very much." Taylor thought about all of the gay posters in Jeff's room. "I guess we're going to have to set up some rules and boundaries for you while you're here. This is the first time that I've ever had to look after someone other than myself. Jeff has been my...uh...roommate for a while now and I trust him a lot. I think once you two get to know each other, you'll get along just fine." Taylor smiled at the young wolf as they pulled up to the apartment complex. 'Keeping it a secret that I'm gay is going to be tough for me. I'll have to talk to Jeff about it later,' he thought to himself as he pulled into a parking space and parked the car. He then led the young wolf up the stairs to apartment 412. Setting down the bags he carried he got out his keys and opened the door. \*\*\* Alex wondered why his cousin was so nervous when explaining about Jeff, having to say "uh" each time. "Well, here I am. The start of my new life. I hope Taylor is right that Jeff and I will get along. I have to live with them now," Alex thought to himself as he waited for Taylor to open the door. After Taylor opened the door and held it open, bading Alex to enter first, he walked into the living room. Across the way was the television set in a large entertainment center, to his left was a hallway he assumed had the bedrooms and bathroom. And to his right. Came the most wonderful smell! Well, actually the smell was all around him as soon as they opened the door, but it was definitely coming from the right and the kitchen. He looked over to his right and immediately saw Jeff's cheetah butt. The other male was bending over to retrieve their meal of pizza. Jeff was naked, except for wearing an apron. His tight asscheeks, the hole under the tail and his balls were all clearly visible to the young male. Then Taylor walked in right after and saw what Alex did. Jeff was very intelligent, but he knew this would be the last taste of real freedom in his own apartment that he'd get, and despite being smart, he was not perfect. He thought he had enough time to take the pizza out of the oven and get dressed. But he was wrong. Alex felt his own shorts tighten for some reason. Jeff was bent over taking the pizza out of the oven when he heard the door open. He remained bent over not sure what else to do, and said "Uh, hello you two," turning his head to look at them. When he put the pizza on top of the stove he turned around and gave a proper greeting by walking over, introducing himself to Alex and shaking the young wolf's paw. He figured he was already seen and so it wasn't much more to let the younger male notice that he also had an erection tenting the apron. Alex was shocked but he quickly got over it. He thought Jeff was cuter in person, and had a good grip. He couldn't help but notice as the cheetah was walking toward them, the tenting of the apron. He felt an inch of his young cock poke out of his sheath. "Is that pizza I smell?" Alex asked, trying hard to look the cheetah in the face. "Yep. One pepperoni for you and I. One cheese for Taylor. I hope that's alright," Jeff replied. "That's fine. I can eat many different flavors. Just don't give me anchovies," Alex made a face to indicate his dislike for the topping. " When do we eat?" "Right now. But first if you'll excuse me I should get dressed". With that he ran off to his room, this time not caring they saw his ass, seeing as how they already got a good look at it. He returned wearing a tight tshirt and tight shorts that went almost to his knees. He quickly pawed himself off in the room before getting dressed and coming out. Alex waited for Taylor to show him his bedroom. After the bedroom he went to where the tray tables were kept and soon was sitting in front of the couch. Alex noticed how the entertainment center blocked the view of the door and some of the surrounding area. And there was a large bookcase which blocked the view of the hallway which was crammed full of vhs and dvd movies. Turning the television area into a nice cozy spot. As soon as he sat down in came Jeff with three plates laden with pizza. "Why don't you go pick out a movie for us to watch?" Jeff suggested. Alex went over to the bookcase and started looking around. "What are those movies at the top? I can't read any of them," Alex inquired. Alex picked out a comedy and sat down in the middle to watch and eat his pizza. After he was done eating and the tray tables were put away he continued to watch the movie. But after a while Alex found himself nodding off. Soon he ended up with his head and a paw on Jeff's thigh. The cheetah was having a hard time trying to keep himself from getting another erection. \*\*\* Taylor smiled as he looked down at his young cousin. "Let's bring him into his room so that he can sleep," the wolf said. Jeff nodded and the two of them gently lifted Alex up and carried him into his room. Taylor began to carefully undress the young wolf while Jeff searched for some pajamas. "Did you find any?" "Nope. I guess we'll just have to strip him down to his underwear." "Don't get any ideas, Jeff. We don't want to scare him." "I know...I wasn't even thinking that. I was thinking about you in underwear," Jeff put his hands up and added, "Just kidding!". "Quiet...we don't want him waking up and hearing you....woah..." Jeff leaned over the wolf to see what we was looking at. He gasped as he noticed that the young wolf was well endowded for someone of his age. A few inches were peeking over the band of his underwear. The rest was hidden behind the fabric but was visibly pressing against it, including the knot, They both estimated he had about seven inches, and the knot appeared to be larger than a golf ball but smaller than a tennis ball. Jeff and Taylor had a hard time controlling their own erections as they proceeded to tuck the young boy in. After they were done, Jeff pulled Taylor down the hall and into his room. They locked the door and pulled each other into a deep kiss. "Damn, I've been wanting that all afternoon," Jeff said before they stripped down and began to have a bit of fun. The next morning, Taylor snuck out of Jeff's room and into his own before "waking up" and getting his younger cousin up as well. "Alex, time to get up. We have to register you for the local school today," Taylor said. If the younger wolf was anything like himself, he would probably groan and roll back over. \*\*\* Alex woke in the middle of the night, having to go to the bathroom after the soda he drank during dinner. As groggy as he was, it took him a while to realize he was no longer on the couch. He remembered falling asleep, putting his head and a paw on Jeff's thigh. As he was nodding off he could swear that he felt the cheetah's crotch thicken against the back of his head. As he continued waking up he realized that he was in his new room, in his new bed, which was so very comfortable. Then he realized with a start that he was in his underwear, and erect. He felt so embarrassed, guessing that his cousin had stripped him down to his briefs when he found that Alex had not brought any sleepwear not wanting to leave his cousin fully clothed in bed. Alex felt himself a bit of a freak as his cock was alot larger than many of the friends he had in his old city. He couldn't help but notice their sizes when it was time for gym class. He was hoping that Taylor wouldn't think him a freak. And hoped that his cousin also didn't think to be a fag for getting an erection around the other males. His bladder reminded him of why he woke up. So he got up and quietly walked out of his bedroom. He walked down the couple of feet to the bathroom door. As he was about to walk in he thought he heard some sounds coming from Jeff's room, and the light could be seen under the door. Then he went in and relieved himself. After flushing the toilet and washing his hands he turned off the light and went back to his room. Getting into bed he listened and could hear grunts and groans coming through the wall from Jeff's room. Feeling tired and ignoring his erection he began to feel sleepy due to the rhythmic sounds. The sun was shining when he woke to the sound of Taylor opening the door to his room and saying it was time to get up and get registered. He was facing the door when he opened his eyes. There was his older cousin, clad in nothing but white briefs. The bulge of his cousin's genitals pressed against the fabric, showing off just how much larger his cousin was. Taylor was very tired after being with Jeff and had not thought clearly before coming in to wake his younger cousin up. He was used to being in his briefs in the morning. Alex stared for a few seconds at his nearly naked cousin, before groaning and turning over to face the wall. "Give me a minute, Taylor," he said. He had woken up without an erection this time, but seeing his cousin's body clad in briefs he quickly got another one. Taylor left, shutting the door. When he was alone again, Alex pulled the blankets down, removed his underwear completely and began pawing off. He tried to imagine how big his cousin's cock and knot were. He also thought back on when he saw Jeff's rear and balls. Soon he shot a load onto his body. When his orgasm subsided he took alot of the facial tissue from his nightstand to clean himself off. He grabbed a fresh pair of briefs. Then he carefully opened the door, looked around to make sure neither of them were around and made a naked dash for the bathroom and shower. \*\*\* Taylor sighed as he went back to his room and got dressed, changing out of his sweaty, musky underwear and into some fresh clean ones. Jeff knocked on his door and came in. "Hey, I think we might have to be a little more discreet about our activities," the cheetah said softly. "I think I heard Alex go to the bathroom while we were having sex last night." Taylor blushed slightly. "I hope he just thinks you were pawing off or something." "He probably does, but even so, we should probably only do it when Alex is at school. Speaking of which, you should probably get going. Breakfast is on the table." Taylor gasped as he saw the time and went out into the kitchen and grabbed the pack of s'mores pop tarts that were on the table. Taylor then grabbed Alex's pack of pop tarts and turned back heading toward the bathroom. Halfway through the living room he saw Alex, completely naked, dashing toward his room. Seeing his younger cousin naked with his equipment swaying with the movement caused Taylor to have lewd thoughts, blush at the thoughts, plus get an erection at the same time. His pants got tighter, thankfully the bulge was not very noticeable unless one looked. He sighed and went to Alex's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Hurry up, Alex. We don't want you to be late," he said. After Alex came out of his bedroom fully dressed, Taylor handed him the pop tarts and they were on their way. "So, first we need to get you registered for your classes and sign all of the papers letting them know that I'm your legal guardian. After that, we'll go home and start to get you unpacked. At around 3, I have to go to work, so you'll be home alone for an hour. You can watch T.V. or a movie until around 4, when Jeff will be home. When he gets home, I want the two of you to spend some time together to get to know each other better." They pulled up to the school and Taylor parked the car before leading his younger cousin into the main office. Taylor talked with the counselor about what happened and told her that he was Alex's new guardian. They went through all of the paperwork and signed everything that needed to be signed. It wasn't long before Alex had his schedule. "Alright, Alex, that wasn't so bad, now was it? Let's get home to see if Jeff left us some lunch," Taylor said as he led his younger cousin out to the car. "If he didn't, I could make something. I'm not that great of a cook, even though my job does deal with food, but I can make a mean grilled cheese." \*\*\* Alex was glad it was over. Too many people having him sign too many forms. He got into the car with Taylor and they headed back home. Arriving in the apartment Taylor turned to Alex and said, "Oh. I almost forgot. Here's your key to the apartment. Since you'll be living here, you'll need a way to get in besides the fire escape". Both chuckled at this joke. They went into the kitchen and saw there was a note on the fridge saying there were sandwiches inside for both of them. Alex and Taylor picked one out and something to drink, then sat down at the kitchen table to eat. They talked for a bit. Both learning more about the other. Then they went to Alex's room to get him unpacked. Both Taylor and Alex were a bit embarrassed, but for different reasons, when the first thing Taylor pulled out of one of the suitcases was a pair of Alex's briefs. Both felt their own shorts tighten, but didn't realize the other had it happen. Taylor looked at the bedside clock and saw it was 2:45pm. "I have to get ready for work or I'll be late! Remember you'll be alone for about an hour before Jeff gets home from work. And remember, I'd like you two to spend some time together, get to know each other. You'll really like him. I know I do. He's been a big help to me since my parents died". With that he gave his young cousin a hug. Forgetting he had gotten aroused just a few moments ago and believed Alex could feel the larger bulge in his pants. But at the moment, it didn't matter. Then he left Alex to finish the unpacking. After he finished Alex went to the living room to pick a movie. He noticed the ones he asked about were gone from the top shelves. He picked one out and began watching it. Fifteen minutes before 4pm he was bored with the movie and his mind wandered back to seeing Jeff's ass and tenting apron, seeing his older cousin clad in nothing but briefs. And started to rub his crotch through his own shorts. Getting hard he opened up his shorts and pulled them down to his thighs and began pawing off right there on the couch leaving the movie playing. Then he heard a key in the door and swiftly pulled his shorts up and closed them before Jeff walked in. \*\*\* Jeff sighed as he walked in. "Alex, I'm home," the cheetah said. He noticed the movie playing and saw the young wolf on the couch. "This is a boring movie. Why are you watching it?" "Well, I finished unpacking and I had nothing else to do," Alex said as the cheetah sat next to him. "So, I was thinking of different ways for us to get to know each other better and I decided that the best way would be for us to go back and forth asking each other questions. I'll go first. What's your favorite sport?" "Soccer. What is your favorite movie?" "Blade Runner. What's your favorite class in school?" "Gym. Where do you work?" "Fur&Flesh. It's a clothing corporation in the Randy building." Alex snickered at this. Jeff realized the joke too and also chuckled. "Yeah, I know". Then he asked his question, "What's your favorite color?" Alex answered, "Blue. What do you like most about Taylor?" "The way he...um," Jeff responded realizing in time he was about to say how hard Taylor takes his ass. "Sorry, problem with where I work. Whenever I have a thought it throws me off. I was going to say the way he drives. He's very careful". "What clothing do you like to wear to bed?" Jeff asked. "Um," Alex said, remembering when he awoke to discover himself in just briefs. "Well just my underwear. Often gets to hot to wear anything else over my fur. And I don't like all the cutesy things or commercialized products they put on pajamas. What do you and Taylor wear to bed?". "Same as you. Just underwear. And for the same reason. And there's often no reason to wear anything else when it is just you in a room. What music do you like to listen to?" Jeff wanted to get off the subject of underwear, remembering when he saw Alex the first night. "Rock and roll, pop. Is it okay to like guys?" Alex asked. The cheetah's face turned red. 'They really are more alike than they know.' Jeff was about to answer the question when the phone rang. "Hold that thought." Jeff went over and answered the phone. "Hi, Debbie. No, I can't...I have my roommate's cousin here...I have to look after him...No, I really can't come back in...I'm sorry, Debbie....Woah...it's that bad? Well...I really can't come in...Try Danny. He's almost as good as I am. Besides, he could use the practice...but don't tell him I said that. Alright. Good luck. Bye." Jeff sighed as he came back over. "I'm sorry about that. What was your question?" "What do you wear to bed? Boxers or briefs?" Alex asked. He noticed that Jeff was a bit absent minded and wanted to try and get off the previous topic. "I'm a boxers guy. What hobbies do you have?" The two continued on with their questions and Jeff forgot all about Alex's uncomfortable question. It wasn't long before the two started to watch another movie. They were asleep when Taylor came home and noticed them on the couch. "Hey, love birds, time to get up," he teased as he noticed them cuddled up together. The two of them blushed and quickly jumped to opposite sides of the couches. "S-Sorry...I'm just used to cuddling up with my parents when we would watch movies." "It's alright. Besides, I..."Once again he was cut off by the phone. Jeff jumped up and answered it. "Hi, Debbie...no, I can come in. Taylor just got home...Yes, I'll be right in." "Trouble at the office?" Taylor asked. "Yeah, I'll be back soon." Jeff said. He sighed as he left the apartment. Taylor smiled at Alex as he sat down next to him. "How'd it go?" \*\*\* "Well Jeff thought it would be a good idea to ask questions back and forth. So we did that for a while before deciding to watch a movie," Alex answered. "Did you want to continue watching the movie with me? Can cuddle with me if you like. I may not be your parents, but I'm just as fluffy," Taylor asked, making Alex smile with the 'fluffy' part. Alex wasn't sure he should, after sleeping cuddled with Jeff, but he felt that Taylor may suspect something if he didn't so he agreed. "Great!" Taylor replied, "Just let me get out of these work clothes and into a hot shower. Being a waiter you have to go from hot kitchen to air conditioned dining area". With that he went down the hall to his bedroom and got undressed. He thought, "Heck, he's on the couch watching the movie. And it's only a few steps to the bathroom..." With that Taylor dashed naked to the bathroom. At that moment Alex had gotten up to get a drink of water in the kitchen. He heard a door open and shut and looked down the hallway just in time to see his cousin dashing naked into the bathroom, large balls swaying with the pumping legs. He blushed and felt his shorts tighten before he got to the kitchen. During the end of his shower Taylor couldn't stop thinking of Jeff, and though he tried not to, also about Alex and got an erection. Then he dropped the soap and the water got cold. So he finished rinsing and turned everything off. Grabbing a towel he dried himself off as best he could. But couldn't help moan when the towel grazed against his sensitive cock and knot. He was completely rock hard and his knot was as big as it gets. "Think I'll paw off quickly in my room before joining him," Taylor thought. With that he opened the door, peeked out and ran for it. Alex had gotten up shortly before Taylor opened the door to put his glass in the sink. Again he heard a door open. This time when he looked he saw Taylor dash out of the bathroom, his huge erection bobbing lewdly before him and the knot holding the sheath down. It was only a second's view, but it was enough to make Alex realize that Taylor was most definitely bigger. His own cock swelled to full erection in his shorts. He put the glass in the sink and sat down to wait for Taylor to get back. Adjusting his crotch quickly. \*\*\* Taylor murred softly as he continued to paw himself off. Normally, he would think about Jeff, but at that moment, he was thinking about Alex's cute butt. He murred as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer. He quickly finished up and joined Alex on the couch. "What took you so long?" Alex asked. "Couldn't find a clean pair of underwear." Taylor said. The two laughed it off as they watched another movie. By then, it was about 10 at night. "I'm going to wait for Jeff to get home. You go ahead and head to bed. "But, I want to wait for Jeff, too." "Fine, let me call him and see how long it's going to be. If it's going to be too long, you're going to bed, no acceptions." "Okay," Alex said as he watched his cousin get up and go over to the phone. Taylor smiled as he hit some numbers and it rang. "Hey, Jeff, it's Taylor. How long are you going to be?" "Another good two hours at least. They really messed this order up," the cheetah said through the phone. "Make sure Alex gets to sleep sometime soon. We're practically his parents now so we need to take care of him." "Understood. See you when you get home." "So?" Alex asked eagerly. "He won't be home for another two hours. So, you're going to bed, young man. We need to make sure you get used to going to sleep around this time anyways," Taylor said. "Aw...but that's no fun," Alex whined. "It's not always about having fun. Now go on. Get in there," Taylor said as he directed his cousin into his room. "Good night." \*\*\* Alex went into his room and shut the door, bidding his cousin good night but had a pout on his face. The pout was just to make his cousin laugh to show he wasn't really upset. He stripped down to his underwear but felt he should probably get those washed too. So he stripped entirely naked. He was beginning to enjoy being naked and decided he'd sleep that way from now on. He placed his clothes in the hamper within the closet then sat down at his desk to write in his journal. "It's only been two days since I arrived. Already I have seen Jeff's naked ass, tailhole and balls. Then saw his apron tented by his obvious erection. It was embarrassing yet arousing at the same time. Just a few hours later my cousin, Taylor, has seen the erection in my briefs when he put me to bed the first night. I know he didn't strip me for sexual reasons, he couldn't possibly be into guys and is my older cousin. But it was embarrassing nonetheless to wake up and realize what had happened. I hope he doesn't think I'm a freak or something, having such a large cock and an erection at that time. Then to have him walk into my room to wake me up, wearing nothing but his own tight briefs. I could see his large balls and sheath making the fabric strain to contain them. I couldn't help but get hard. I had to make it appear as if I wanted to just turn over and go back to sleep just so he would leave and I could paw off. I wonder how big he is. His equipment has to be huge judging by the size of his balls. I'm hoping no one saw me when I decided to dash to the bathroom and back to my room. I could never do that at home when my parents were alive. And I was rather surprised with my boldness. The major thing on my mind right now is when I accidentally saw Taylor dashing from his room stark naked. With no fabric containing them, his large balls swayed like a pendulum and looked even larger. It was even more of a shock to see him naked the second time so soon after the first, this time dashing from the bathroom. He had a full boner. It bobbed up and down, while his balls swayed side-to-side. I wondered if it was huge and now I know it is. He IS larger than me, and his knot looks like a tennis ball. I need to paw off so badly right now. So I'm going to just finish this entry & go into the bathroom. I can't keep using the facial tissues in my room. End of journal" With that Alex snuck back out of his room, naked and erect to the bathroom. He was pawing off, sitting on the toilet when Jeff walked in, also completely naked and erect. The cheetah was intent on a shower and had been aroused playing with Taylor. He covered himself with the towel and said "Oops, sorry," before walking back out. Alex quickly finished up his pawjob, not knowing that Jeff was there listening at the door. He cleaned up then grabbed a towel to wrap around his waist and walked out. Trying not to stare at the obvious tenting in the cheetah's own towel. Alex discovered Jeff was also very well endowed. Back in his room he opened his laptop again and opened up the current journal file. "Just got caught by Jeff, pawing off in the bathroom. I didn't think he'd be home this soon. What's more, he was also naked and very hard. He has to be as well endowed as Taylor, except he has a feline cock so it looks smaller. I've already pawed off but I know that I'm going to be dreaming of them both tonight. End of journal" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The parts that aren't indented are mine. The parts that are indented are his. Pretty simple, right? We've bothe been working very hard on this. Enjoy.

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Title: Belleau Wood Tags: general staff, garth brooks, god speed, gabriel reached, gabriel looked, gabriel nodded, gabriel glanced, gabriel sat, quiet still, german soldier *Oh, the snowflakes fell in silence Over Belleau Wood that night For a Christmas truce had been declared By both sides of the fight As we lay there in our trenches The silence broke in two By a German soldier singing A song that we all knew...* *\- Belleau Wood,* Garth Brooks Private Gabriel Hitchcock looked up into the black night sky, watching the snowflakes drift lazily down, covering the trenches and ground in a light, filmy blanket of ethereal light. The snow fell silently, softly, unperturbed by what it found upon reaching the ground; it covered the mud and the wooden firing steps and the barbed wire and the shell craters equally, quietly, without murmur. The snow fell lazily, each flake spiraling down from the heavens, through the cold and crisp night air. In a sense of wonder he had not felt since childhood, Gabriel reached out with his hand, palm up, and caught a snowflake, staring at it as if he had never seen such a thing of beauty before. Or perhaps, as if he had feared what he had to have known was true. That he would never see one again. Gabriel looked around again, up into the night sky, and then around the cold, narrow, muddy and damp confines of the trench that had been his home for the last year, since that fateful day that he and his mates had been caught up in the euphoria of the moment, in the sheer excitement of the mob - even, Gabriel reflected to himself as he watched the snowflake melt in his hand - even in the smile of the pretty girl who had run up to him and the lads as they waited in line, and planted a kiss on his cheek. Gabriel exhaled heavily, his breath condensing in the cold night air. It was almost surreal, he knew, as he looked around the trench again, at the men huddling under thick canvas parkas, cleaning their rifles, warming small tins of water for coffee or tea, Privates Grady and Little over there, arguing, again, over a card game, cigarettes the stakes. As he listened to the arguing, the hiss of boiling water, the metallic clack of a rifle's bolt being slammed home and a bullet chambered, Gabriel reflected on what he didn't hear. The explosions, the booming tenebrous waves of thunder that rolled across the blasted wasteland between the trenches, the hateful staccato of machine gun fire, the slower, higher pitched reports of rifle and pistol shots...and the screaming, the screaming of the dead and the dying and the wounded. For nearly a year, those sounds had been woven into the background of Gabriel's existence, and as horrible as they were, it was almost uncomfortable to hear the silence, the mundane sounds of everyday life, the soft whisper of the winter breeze and the barest echo of the snowflakes falling down. *Though I did not know the language The song was 'Silent Night' Then I heard my buddy whisper, 'All is calm and all is bright' Then the fear and doubt surrounded me 'Cause I'd die if I was wrong But I stood up on my trench And I began to sing along Then across the frozen battlefield Another's voice joined in Until one by one each man became A singer of the hymn* Gabriel ambled across the frozen, muddy floor of the trench, and squatted near Grady and Little, holding his hands out over the small fire they had nurtured in an old shell casing. He watched with disinclined interest, as Little laid down his cards - full house, tens over jacks. Grady threw his cards down in disgust on the big barb wire spool that served as a makeshift poker table. "What do you hear?" Gabriel asked, as Little grinned, sweeping in the pot of hand rolled cigarettes. "Do you think this truce is going to hold?" Grady looked up. "What do we ever know?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. He paused, lighting a cigarette, and exhaling heavily into the cold night air. "You don't hear any shooting, though, do you?" He gestured with one hand toward the firing steps, and beyond. "Fritz seems content to enjoy his Christmas too." Little paused in his cigarette inventory. "I hear the truce lasts until midnight," he said. He reached inside his coat and pulled out an old battered pocket watch. "About six hours from now." "A horrible thing," Grady commented. "Six hours to live." "We've made it this far, right?" Gabriel asked, mustering a smile. The other two privates regarded him, and the smile faltered. "I know," he said quietly. "I know." "Goddamn the General Staff," Grady said to no one in particular. "Sitting thirty five miles behind the line in some goddamn French villa, sipping their tea, while we lot get slaughtered every day. Up over the steps, lads! For England! For King and Country!" He spat on the ground, and took another long drag. "Careful," Little commented. "That's seditious talk." He finished his counting, and began dividing his cigarettes into three neat little piles. Gabriel shivered involuntarily, pulling his coat tighter around his shoulders. Out of instinct, he looked down and checked his rifle, his hands moving over it, almost of their own volition. Little looked up again. "Here," he said, holding his hand out. Gabriel looked at him. "Take it. Merry Christmas." Gabriel nodded in thanks. Little nodded, and nudged Grady. "Merry Christmas, ya old bastard," he said, handing over a third of the cigarettes he had managed to stockpile. "Merry Christmas," Grady answered back, gruff, but clearly touched. "Peace on Earth, and goodwill toward men." "Smoke them fast," Little said. "I heard Captain Hollister say we were going over the top as soon as the truce ended. General Staff," his lip curled sarcastically. "They think they can force a breakthrough. Catch Hans unaware. Like the Huns aren't planning the exact same thing." The three men were silent. Finally, Grady exhaled, long and slow, looking at his cigarette, with a sad, faraway eye. "Merry Christmas and goddamn the General Staff all to hell," he finally said. Gabriel sat, motionless, his mind racing. "Over the top?" he asked. "Are you sure?" Little nodded. "Captain seems pretty sure of it. There's going to be a general inspection at 2300, and over the top at one minute past the witching hour." "Jesus on his throne," Gabriel said quietly. He suddenly stood up, his eyes blazing. "Right," he said. "Well, if we've got five hours, then by God, we have five hours left." He picked up his rifle, slinging it over his back. "Where are you going, boy?" Grady asked. "I'm going to the back," Gabriel answered, nodding his head. "It's Christmas, and I'm going on leave." "Um," Little said. "You know they shoot deserters, right?" "I'm not deserting," Gabriel said. "I'll be back in time for the big push. But even so, if we're going over the top, then shooting me for being AWOL won't be much difference, right lads?" "God speed, then, boy," Grady said, shaking his head slowly. He lit another cigarette. "God speed." *Then I thought that I was dreaming For right there in my sight Stood the German soldier 'Neath the falling flakes of white And he raised his hand and smiled at me As if he seemed to say Here's hoping we both live To see us find a better way* Gabriel carefully picked his way through the snow. The scars of war were less here, away from the trenches, towards the small town. The German guns couldn't reach this far behind the line, and both side's scouts and bombers were tangling miles to the north, over the main front. Still, the evidence that all was not right and peaceful in the world still abounded; the odd shattered shack, tree trunks splintered and blasted, occasional tread marks from trucks and men moving from civilization toward the relentless drumbeat of war and death. He walked into the town, his rifle still slung over his shoulder, but loosely slung, within easy reach, a bullet chambered and the safety off. The small village was dark, quiet, lights extinguished in the off chance that a German cannon or plane decided to use it as easy target practice. As Gabriel walked up the lonely main street, though, he saw that the residents had decided, on this night, to at least try at a semblance of normalcy; the church at the north end of the town was open, lights on, kerosene lamps burning under dark hoods. Gabriel smiled, making his way toward the church. Just as silence had replaced the sounds of war in the trenches, now the sounds of singing replaced the sound of snow. The notes of hymns and carols bled out from the front doors of the church, and Gabriel gladly walked toward them now, making his way up the steps, and pushing the door open, leaning against the inner archway, watching the townsfolk sing. A few turned toward him, curious, noting his uniform and his rifle, smiling, and then turning again, their voices lifted up in song. The townspeople fell silent, as a priest stepped up to the altar, offering benediction and blessings. As the service ended, Gabriel ducked out of the doorway into the cold, as the people from the town began to file out of the church. A young, pretty woman, wearing a jacquard dress with a princess collar, stopped, her eyes downcast, a small smile on her lips nonetheless. Gabriel looked at her, noting her dress, which would have been the height of style about five or ten years earlier. But she was young and pretty, and her cheeks were flushed with the softest hint of pink from the cold, and she carried the dress well. She glanced up at him, and her smile grew faintly larger, her cold gray eyes assessing him, traveling over his face and upper body. Gabriel swallowed quietly, returning her gaze, barely noticing that she extended her hand, taking his hard and dirty and calloused hand in her small, dainty, gloved one. She smiled at him, her eyes moving away, flicking down the street. Slowly, Gabriel nodded. She led him down the road, toward a small cottage nestled in the shadow of the general store. Smoke lazily from a nondescript tin chimney. Still silent, smiling, the woman led him up to the front door of the cottage, opening the door, pulling Gabriel inside. The cottage was small, but sturdy and well kept. A bed nestled in one corner, next to the stove, which double as a fireplace. There was an agreeable amount of warmth coming from the open flames, and a mince pie of some sort sat atop the black cast iron. Without a word, the woman gently but firmly sat Gabriel down in a chair. Before him, on the small, rough wooden table, lay a plate, chipped in a few places, but bright and clean. She pulled a linen napkin from a trunk near the stove, and offered it to Gabriel. She then reached into a small icebox, and pulled out a small bottle of home brewed beer, setting it next to the plate. Gabriel felt his stomach rumbling involuntarily, as the scents of the mince pie wafted through the air. She turned from him, grabbing the pie with two towels wrapped round the handles of the pan, and brought it to the table, setting it down. Gabriel smiled, licking his lips; the smells were a heaven’s distance from the muck and the slop of the trenches. She cut him a generous chunk of the mince pie, dropping it onto his place, and handing him a fork. Gabriel glanced at her, and then, able to resist no more, he bent down and began shoveling the food into his mouth, washing it down with the cold beer. The young woman sat at the other end of the table, her head cradled in one hand, watching the soldier eat, smiling, her gray eyes sparkling. Gabriel ate quickly, hungrily, wolfing the food down, his alternating between the food and the pretty young woman who was sitting across from him. Finally, finished, he leaned back in his chair, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. The cares of the war, the mud and rats and death and screams seemed far behind him, away, gone, some sort of fleeting memory lost in the warmth of the moment, the glow of the food, and the smile and sparkling eyes of his pretty, silent, hostess. She cleared the table, quickly, efficiently, and then returned to him, leading him by the hand to the small bed in the opposite corner. She sat him down, her hands in his, facing him, smiling all the time, never speaking. She stood before him, standing straight and tall, and Gabriel sat, looking up at her, his gaze never wavering, never breaking from her own. The woman stood before him, very still, reaching up with her left hand, unclasping the back of her high princess collar. The collar fell away from her neck. Now with both hands, she reached behind her unclasping the bodice of her dress, the heavy antique fabric falling away from her body. She stepped out of the pile of ruffles and silk and taffeta at her feet, standing before him, unashamed, her small, high, pert breasts dusted with the faintest pink of blush, the nipples already hard and pointing. The corset around her waist was laced tightly, pushing her breasts up and out, the pale ivory lace and brocade blending into her own pale skin. Heavily laced and ruffled garters extended from the boned ribs of her corset, attaching themselves to the lacy tops of her stockings. Pale, translucent, gauzy fabric covered the junction between her legs, until she pushed the bloomers down, stepping out of them, standing before Gabriel, the same small, enigmatic smile on her face. Her final act of undressing was to unclasp the small golden locket that she wore around her neck, laying it on a small, rough table near her bed. Gabriel's breath hitched in his breast as he regarded her body, and when she came forward, embracing him, he embraced her as well, tightly, breathing in the scent of her body, losing himself in the moment, the now, his hands running up and down her body, feeling her curves and skin and sinew, his face buried in the joining of her neck and collar, his lips brushing against her. She nuzzled at his ear, his jaw, kissing up and down his face, as her hands expertly stripped the old, worn, dirty trappings of his soldier's uniform from his body, the buckles and straps and shirts falling away from him, revealing the hard, wiry muscles born in an environment of combat and hardship. Smooth and soft met hard and calloused, as their lips found one another, meeting together, pressing against each other. Her tongue darted from between her parted lips, exploring his mouth, the heat from their bodies radiating out, pouring into each other, the two of them melting together. She kissed lower, her lips caressing his chin, his neck, the hollow of his throat, her mouth and body moving down his, kissing the hard, flat muscles of his chest, the depression of his sternum, down the center of his body, across his abdomen. Her hands worked at the top of his pants, unbuckling, unbuttoning, pushing the hard coarse fabric away from him, eager to unearth skin and muscle, pushing in between his legs, toward the heat. Her hands on his cock were like an electric surge through his body. Gabriel hissed, once, involuntarily, the heat and the soft snapping him to attention, his cock rising, engorging, responding to her eager touch. She smiled up at him, eyes flashing, the light from the kerosene dancing in her pupils, and then she looked down, her mouth traveling across his skin, until her lips and tongue found her hands, and soft breath replaced the clasp of her delicate fingers, tongue replacing the feel of silk. Gabriel stiffened, as she worked on him, her lips closing around his cock, her tongue flicking the underside of his shaft, eager and unrestrained, her blonde hair bobbing up and down in his lap. He felt his hands go to her hair, his fingers diving into the blonde tangle, guiding her, moving with her, his hips even pumping slightly, rising and falling in rhythm with her head, as she traced a wet trail up and down his stiff shaft, up and down, over and over again. He was moaning now, a low, throaty, guttural noise, overlapping the wet sounds of her ministrations on his cock. He looked down at her, lost in the passion, pulling at her shoulders until she rose once again to meet him, and he leaned in, kissing her hard on the jaw, on the corner of her mouth, lips once again finding each other, kissing hard and fast and urgently. One hand fell, and he explored her cleft, finding heat and moisture and desire. He rolled with her, throwing her back on the bad, his weight over her, stroking her with his had, kissing her still, never breaking contact. He guided himself between her legs, waiting, holding, just letting himself brush against her. She gasped, staring up at him, her eyes wide with lust and passion and desire, and he nodded, dark brown eyes meeting gray, and he leaned forward, until they touched, joined, and the shock of the moment, of the contact, was enough to rip groans of desire from both of them. Gabriel let his weight fall forward now, toward her, plunging deep inside her, as her body stiffened, hands arched, fingers pressing hard into his back, running up and down, as she struggled to hold on. He began to slowly move in and out, and her hips thrust forward as his retreated, moving in synch and rhythm, in and out, in and out, over and over again. Her gasps became shorter, sharper, as they began to build together, waves of passion and desire and fulfillment washing over the two of them, moving in unison, together, now and forever, their gaze never breaking, never wavering. Her legs stiffened, her hands became claws, scratching, digging into his back, as the waves built to a crescendo, and they both succumbed to it, together, as one, and as the wave continued to build, as it crested, and he climaxed into her, her own climax hit her, her back arched, head thrown back, and she screamed, a feral scream of pleasure and awakening and joy, and they continued to move together, riding the current of their own passion, moving as one, slower and slower, as the waves receded into currents, and then into the still waters of completion. Gabriel leaned down, kissing her again, this time gently, slowly, her own lips responding, embracing not in torrid passion, but in quiet, still gentility, both of them laying quietly, in the soft deep moment. Presently, the town clock rousted Gabriel; the tenebrous tones counting towards the devil's hour, and he knew his time was done. She watched him silently as he dressed, one hand holding her blankets over her breasts, her eyes still bright, but somehow, different, sad. Gabriel finished his chore, and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking her hair, looking at her. His question went asked, silently, in his eyes. The answer came, not silently, but in a lilting, clear voice, a voice as quiet and still as the snow falling on the battlefield. "Joyeux Noël, Monsieur," she said quietly, kissing him on the cheek. Her hands found his, and she dropped her locket into them, closing his fingers over it, closing her hand over his. "Dieu soit avec vous." Gabriel nodded. He rose, and walked to the door of her cottage, before stopping, turning towards her as he slung his rifle once again over his shoulder. He looked at her again, as if his eyes were taking a snapshot of the moment, drinking in her blonde hair, now delightfully askew and wild, her gray eyes, the heart shape of her face. "Merry Christmas," he said, before turning toward the door again. *Then the devil's clock struck midnight And the skies lit up again And the battlefield where heaven stood Was blown to hell again* Gabriel held the locket in his hand, fingers toying with it, as the artillery rained down on the stretch of wasted death between the German and English trenches, as the harsh braking staccato of machine gun fire and the high, individual cracking reports of rifle fire mixed with the yells and the screams and the noises of death once again. Bombs burst over the battlefield, and exploded in the mud, dirt and ice and blood blossomed and flew through the air. All along the line, men rushed to the firing steps, checking for one last time, their rifles, their sidearms, saying quiet prayers, looking at photos or letters from loved ones. Gabriel glanced to his left, saw Little and Grady, both of them looking back, sad, wistful expressions in their eyes. Little tucked one of his playing cards, the queen of hearts, into his belt, and favored Gabriel with a pained half smile, before once again turning his attention toward the front of the trench, the man in front of him already up on the firing steps. Gabriel looked down at the locket, wondering, forever wondering, and then he pushed it into a pocket, and gripped his rifle tight, waiting, his foot on the first step, the artillery fire sporadic now, the machine guns and rifles still barking their rhythm of death and destruction. He stole a quick glance into the sky, and noted, to his surprise, that the snow had stopped. And then the whistle blew, and he heaved himself up the ladder, over the top of the trench, into the battle. *But for just one fleeting moment The answer seemed so clear Heaven's not beyond the clouds It's just beyond the fear No, heaven's not beyond the clouds It's for us to find it here* *\- Belleau Wood,* Garth Brooks

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Title: Competition by Zerrif Tags: Anal, Character Development, Ferret, Fox, Love, M/M, Rimming, Romance, Tiger, Wolf Disclaimer: I don't own Zulf. He ain't mine. He's Humbuged's ([http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/humbuged](http://yaoi.y-gallery.net/user/humbuged) or [http://www.furaffinity.net/user/humbuged](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/humbuged)) Though I'm very thankful he lets me use him all the time. ;D Yeah. Male on Male gay furry porn. If you don't like or aren't legal enough... well... don't read. If you do like, read on. :3 Remeber kiddies; comments keep an author warm at night! (This fic is unbeta'd. If you notice any errors or have constructive criticism on how to change things, feel free to say so.) Edit: Ack! I knew I had something wrong. Zulf's a mostly black wolf, but he's white down his front, on the insides of his legs, and his arms from about his elbow down. X\_X. Just changed colour inaccuracies. [http://bp0.blogger.com/\_DKVB7H5Z6K8/RwmBTVv4AkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0cDQKSy79ig/s1600-h/furry022.jpg](http://bp0.blogger.com/_DKVB7H5Z6K8/RwmBTVv4AkI/AAAAAAAAAZg/0cDQKSy79ig/s1600-h/furry022.jpg) ^^^ Shameless advertisement for Humbuged. :P. --- "Was there anyone else?" The question had never come up before. Zerrif thought Zulf didn't care; the wolf didn't seem to have any personal feelings that would come between them. That's why, when the question had come up during some mindless dinner conversation, Zerrif was stunned. His fork halfway to his mouth, the golden-brown ferret couldn't help but just stare at the black and white wolf. "Pardon me?" Zerrif asked. Zulf shrugged. "I dunno. Was just wonderin." Zulf said, continuing to spoon peas and potatoes into his mouth. Zerrif laughed a little sarcastically. "Hey, I'm not the one with the countless amounts of lovers." He said, mocking Zulf. The conversation had come up before; but it was directed towards the other side. The wolf had just replied saying that he had experience in many things in bed, and that was the end of the conversation. Zerrif himself had brought it up as a joke, and never really thought of it again until now. "Calm down, Zer. I didn't mean to offend ya." Zulf said, looking up. "Sorry I even mentioned it." He grumbled. Zerrif sighed, and got up, walked over to the wolf, and kissed his muzzle. "I know. And no, there was no one else." He said, with a smirk. "Apart from Jayce, but--" "Good." Zulf said, kissing the ferret back. He tasted like their dinner, something which amused the ferret. "And there better not be any others. Cause if I come in and see--" "What, you'd get angry?" Zerrif joked. His tail came up, and brushed over Zulf's shoulder provocatively. "I'm sure you're the type that'd just join in, anyway." He added with another smirk, taking their plates to the sink. Zulf chuckled. --- The ferret went to work the next day, unable to really shake the thought, the doubt from his head. Why would Zulf just suddenly ask that? True, he'd asked the same thing of the wolf, and he'd given a half-straight answer. But still, there had been that tone of voice as if Zulf was worried about something. "Ah, don't let it bother ya." Lorrie said, at work. Zerrif sighed, and wiped down the bar. Now that there were three of them working there, they didn't all need to work every day; they were on a rotational shift basis. Today was the wolf's day off, and so Zerrif had been telling the fox all about his thoughts. She kept calling him silly or somesuch, trying to tell him there was nothing. "Hey, Lorrie? Could you tell me about any of Zulf's uh... 'many conquests'?" Zerrif asked. That had caused the fox to laugh for a good minute or two. "Hey hey, he said it, not me." "Oh ah know, which is why ah laughed so damn hard, precious." She said, sitting on a stool behind the bar. It was a slow day today, only a couple customers had come in for a few drinks, and left. It was sure to get busier at night, with the game being on and all, but that wasn't till later. "But which one?" "Um... any stand out, or come to mind really quickly?" Zerrif asked. Lorrie scratched her head, slapping her thighs with a washcloth. Her tail flicked back and forth as she sat, a habit she had whenever she was thinking. "Well there was this one. Toraz. Had a huge effect on th'Boss. He'd come in all half-there, and half-not. Kinda like you did after the first time he screwed ya good, y'know?" Lorrie said, with a wink. Zerrif blushed, and whapped her with his own washcloth. "But no, seriously. Th'Boss was, well, happy. I guess. Liked what was happening." "Which was?" Zerrif asked, a obviously intrigued; he was pretty much on the point where the slightest wind would push him off his stool. Maybe he could use this as some sort of way to surprise Zulf, or just make things a little more interesting. Lorrie winked again. "Let's jus' say... th'Boss knows all about yer little crab-walk ya do in those early-morning shifts." She said. Zerrif raised an eyebrow, and then it registered. His jaw dropped, and Lorrie smacked her thigh again, howling and laughing. Man, if she only had a camera, she was never going to get that expression from the ferret again. "So this Toraz guy... and Zulf..." Zerrif said. He made an obscene gesture with a finger and a hole, and Lorrie just laughed again, nodding. Man, it was like she'd just killed him inside, and he'd been reduced to mush or something. "And... this was the Boss?" He said, holding up his hand that made a hole. Lorrie fell back, catching herself on the counter, laughing so hard that her sides hurt, and that her eyes teared up. Zerrif just blushed again. The thought of Zulf being submissive was well... odd. "Mhm. The two of them broke off after a while. Somethin' bout th'Boss not findin' what he wanted. Toraz was..." She broke off, coughing. "A great fuck and a great guy, but just not for him." She said, lowering her voice to mimic Zulf's, and using her hands to make quotation marks in the air. Zerrif smirked. "So yeh, dun worry your purty little golden head off. They're good friend now, but that's it. I mean, all I hear from th'Boss when he works is 'Zerrif this' an' 'Zerrif that'. It's cute, really; haven't heard anythin' like it since Toraz." Zerrif laughed, but blushed a little. All Zulf talked about was him? "Anyway, kiddo, the game'll start in about half. Better get stuff ready." She said. Zerrif smacked her again, knowing she was stopping on purpose, and headed into the back to get the deep-fryers ready for the rush. What could he say? People liked to watch their games with wings and fries. --- "God that was the longest shift ever. Stupid double overtime. Stupid shoot outs. Stupid ties that can't be decided and have to go on forever." Zerrif whined, coming through the door to Zulf's house. He shut it and locked it, seeing the slight flare from the TV. It was on, and he could still hear the cheers; Zulf had been watching the game too? Well, he knew Zulf liked sports, but didn't think him one to stay up to watch the game. "Long day at work?" Someone said. That obviously wasn't Zulf. Zerrif stepped into the living room, intent on figuring out who had said that. He froze. There, on their couch, was some random tiger, dressed in jeans and a vest (without a shirt underneath, no less). But he obviously wasn't an intruder, because on his shoulder was a wolf, his wolf, sleeping on it. The tiger looked over, and realized what the ferret saw, nudging the wolf. "Hey, introduce me." The tiger said. Zulf grumbled, smacking his lips as he awoke, then realized Zerrif was staring. "Yes, introduce me, Zulf." Zerrif said, a cheeky smile on his face. He just walked more into the living room, which made the wolf snap awake. He flushed red, and scratched the back of his head. Zerrif wasn't... angry? Or was he, but he was just hiding it? "Zerrif, this is Toraz. Toraz, Zerrif. He's my boyfriend." Zulf said. Zerrif smiled, extending a paw. He shook the tiger's, who seemed sleepy himself. "Toraz is my ex. We're just friends now, is all." Zulf explained quickly. Zerrif raised an eyebrow feigning surprise, though he already knew about that. He just didn't know Toraz was a tiger. Of course, leave it to Lorrie to leave things out. "Nice to meet'cha finally, Zerrif." Toraz said, his voice almost like some somber growl. "Zulf just keeps goin' on and on about you, can't get enough of ya. That's the way he is, eh?" The tiger said, elbowing Zulf slightly. The wolf just nodded, staring at Zerrif almost too intently. He was waiting for something. "Nice to meet you too, Toraz." Zerrif said, the smile not going away. "Y'know, Zulf hasn't told me at all about you! I suppose you're one of his 'various sleeping partners'?" The ferret joked. Toraz laughed, smirking and looking over at Zulf, who just went slightly red and looked away. "Yeah, you could say that. Hey listen, Zulf, I'd better go; it's late." He said. Zulf just nodded. "Oh no need. You can use the guest bedroom, right Zulf?" Zerrif asked. The wolf looked back at him. "It's no trouble, really. I mean, I see you both have been drinking." He said, motioning to the coffee table that had a few empty bottles on it. "You want anything else while I'm in the kitchen?" Zerrif asked, taking off his apron and hanging it on a chair as he headed into the kitchen. Toraz shook his head just as the ferret started to walk away, signaling he was okay. Zulf just got up from the couch, and followed Zerrif. "Zer, listen, it ain't--" Zulf started. Zerrif smirked, kicking the fridge shut as he had an empty glass in one hand, and a pitcher of water in the other. "Whatever. Who am I to say who you're friends with and not?" Zerrif said, his cheery tone gone. Zulf opened his jaw to speak, but Zerrif just took a drink of water. "Hey, as long as there's nothing there between you two other than platonic friendship, I don't care." He added, before putting the pitcher back in the fridge." "There isn't. I swear." Zulf insisted, walking up to Zerrif. "I promise." He added, kissing the ferret on the forehead. Zerrif chuckled. Zulf could always tell when he lied, and he realized that he was developing a sense for when the wolf lied as well. Of course, he knew that there was nothing there. Nothing relationship-wise, at least. Zulf didn't seem to be like that. But, he couldn't mistake that faint scent of lust and want. He knew the wolf's libido all too well. "Then why're you so riled up, huh? Is it cause now that I'm here, you think I'll explode? You know me better than that. Or is it one of those 'A great fuck and a great guy, but just not meant for you' kind of things?" He said, with a smirk, taking another sip. Zulf stepped back, trying to explore Zerrif's eyes for some sort of emotion. But they swirled grey, unreadable. For once, Zerrif seemed to have control over himself. "Zerrif, I--" The wolf started, but the ferret turned around to wash his glass, and a few plates that Zulf had left for later. He felt the large, furred arms snake around him, and there was a muzzle to the back of his neck, but no words were said. Zerrif smiled, and pushed back, nearly throwing Zulf back. It didn't hurt him that Zulf had never told him about Toraz, and it didn't hurt him that Zulf still had the slight lust for his friend. He couldn't deny it. Toraz was cute, in every macho sense of the word. Large, buff, masculine, pretty much what you'd expect from a tiger. Then again, so was Zulf. Minus the tiger bit. It just hurt that Zulf would lie. "That's okay. I understand." Zerrif said, wiping his hands on the towel and going to switch off the light. "I'm gonna go get the guest room ready; don't let him leave." Zerrif said. Zulf just stood there, amazed. For once, he felt scared of Zerrif, if only because he didn't know what was going to happen for once. --- The wolf padded down the hall from the guest room, helping the slightly inebriated tiger to his bed. He hadn't had anything to drink, not really liking the taste of beer (he obviously liked the fruity drinks better), but his head seemingly hammered away at him as if he did. There was the slight click he heard from his room as Zerrif turned off the lamp, and he reached the doorway, the ferret settling in for bed. "You sure you're okay with this, Zerrif? I can drive him home." Zulf said, walking to the bed. He climbed in behind the ferret, one arm draping itself over the ferret's waist, holding him close. "I told you already, I'm fine." Zerrif said, not turning around for a good-night kiss as he usually did. He yawned, hiding a sniffle (or so Zulf thought), and wriggled a bit to get comfy as he slowly started to drift to sleep. Something smelled fishy. Or rather, salty. Like the sea. Seawater? No... but it was salty. Tears. Zulf reached over, and flicked on the light. The ensuing flash made the ferret cringe into a ball, the light obviously disturbing him. Zulf sat up, and looked over at Zerrif, who refused to look over. "What's up?" Zerrif mumbled sleepily. "You weren't asleep. You weren't even sleepy." Zulf said, pointing out that Zerrif had been faking it. The ferret shrugged, and stayed sleeping on his side. "... Why were you crying?" "Go to bed." Zerrif muttered back to the wolf. Zulf scowled. Did he just tell him to-- "Just, go to bed, Zulf. Please. I don't want to talk about it. I'm just being stupid here." Zerrif mumbled. Zulf's heart sank. He didn't mean to hurt the ferret. But he didn't understand what Zerrif meant when he was the one being stupid. "Zerrif, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to lie to you." Zulf said, thinking he knew what was wrong. "I don't have feelings for Toraz like that anymore. Honestly. There might be some physical attraction, but that's it." Silence. "I know." Zerrif muttered back. Zulf sighed. He urged the ferret to sit up, taking the golden-brown fur into his arms and nuzzling it. "I know. I've already forgiven you for that. That'd be like me trying to say I don't find other guys attractive. I do, but there's no connection between me and them." He muttered. "Then... why are you crying?" Zulf asked. Zerrif just pushed out of the wolf's arms, sighed, then turned to face him. His eyes were still that cloudy grey from before, mixed with tears. "Please, Zerrif, let me know how I can make it better--" "I... You..." Zerrif started. Then his voice trembled into an awkward chuckle. Zulf raised an eyebrow. "Trust me, if you heard what I'm crying over, you'd hit me or something." Zerrif said, turning away. He was about to slide into bed when the two strong arms pulled him back into a sitting position. "You're not going to be able to sleep if you don't tell me. And I wouldn't hit you without good reason." The wolf joked, nuzzling the ferret. "Come on, I don't like it when you're sad around me. It's not like you." Another silence. "It's cause... well... I guess I feel inadequate." Zerrif mumbled. Zulf loosened his grip, and leaned over, staring at Zerrif from the side. "I mean, from what I've heard of Toraz, he's everything you could have asked for. I'm a little confused, I mean, I don't know why you'd leave him, or choose me over him or--" There was a loud smack. Zerrif sat there in shock, as his cheek stung like fire. Zulf had just... just slapped him... hard. The wolf sat there, growling, holding back anger. Zerrif just turned his head to stare, before Zulf quickly dove in to kiss him. He reached up to caress the cheek he'd just hit, showing Zerrif that he didn't do it to cause pain, but moreso to smack him out of his thoughts. "... You're such an idiot." Zulf muttered, drawing back. "I'm sorry for hitting you but... I mean, do you even realize what you were saying? You were spouting off nonsense!" Zulf exclaimed, a little abashed as he almost threw his hands up in the air. "I told you in the kitchen, Toraz was nothing more than a guy that I enjoyed in bed. He's not the kind of guy for commitment, and when I realized that, I couldn't take it. So I left him." Zulf said. Zerrif looked away. "That still... I mean... you enjoy him more than you do me... right?" Zerrif asked, innocently. Zulf let out a groan. Was he just trying to annoy him, or was he really this dense? He wasn't really in the mood for this; the ferret was right. He was itching to just smack the stupidity out of him. "Listen." Zulf muttered. "I don't care about that. You're... you're mine. I'm yours. I don't care how good or bad you are, or whatever stupid trivial crap you think affects me. Okay?" Zulf muttered, holding the ferret close. Zerrif just nodded. "Besides, he was pretty boring, albeit good. Always the same thing, y'know? Come home, lead me to bed, then screw me raw. As good as he was, it never changed." That made things awkward. And yet, Zulf could almost sense a little bit of anticipation in the ferret's body. He smirked. "Does that excite you, Zer? The thought of me submissive, taking it?" Zulf said, low and greedy into Zerrif's ear. There was a hitched breath, a sigh, then silence again. "Yeah, you like that thought, don't you? Thinking dirty thoughts of me and Toraz? Wishing you were him?" Zulf coaxed. More hitched breaths. Then there was a slight chuckle, and the wolf looked at the ferret confused. "Do you wish I was him?" Zerrif asked. "Big, strong, dominant. Need to tame you?" He replied. Zulf looked away. "N-no. Who's ever heard of a giant muscle-bound rodent, anyway? You'd look funny." Zulf replied, trying to figure out some way to turn this back around. "Wait a minute... you already knew all this! You said so yourself. You've heard of Toraz before! You wanted all this to happen, didn't you?" "Maybe." Zerrif replied with a smile. "And I'm a mustelid, not a rodent, thank you." He added. That had earned him another smack, albeit playful, from the wolf. "What, am I not allowed to plan things like this? Mr. Big-Bad-Wolf can't handle a little fun?" Zerrif teased. "At least I spared your fruit this time." "Wait, so you cried on purpose, got me riled, on purpose, made up all that shit on purpose--" "... I didn't make it up." Zerrif said, turning back around. "I don't know. I do feel inadequate. I mean, from what Lorrie told me..." Of course. That damned fox would have been the one to tell him, wouldn't she? "... Toraz was the best thing you've ever had. I don't know how to be that. I don't know how to make you feel like that." Zerrif mumbled. "Zer?" The wolf asked, after the ferret had tumbled into silence again. He drew him close and sniffed at his neck. "Zerrif, I didn't mean it... I'm sorry... I... No. You're right. Toraz made me feel... giddy, for lack of a better word. But that was temporary. I'm wholly happier with you." He said, assuringly. Zerrif couldn't look him in the face. "I wouldn't trade you away for anything in the world. You are the best thing I've ever had." "Better than Toraz?" Zerrif asked. Zulf mimed hard thinking, scratching his chin. "Well maybe not in bed..." He replied with a smirk. "Good. That can be worked on, anyway." Zerrif said, turning in the embrace again. Zulf smiled, looking into eyes he could read, for once. Turquoise, a green-blue, usually meant he'd done the right thing. Zerrif's eyes usually went blue when he was sad, but green when he was excited or happy; so he assumed that he'd just made the ferret feel better. He smirked, and leaned in for a kiss, when Zerrif pushed him back on the pillows. "Hey, Zerrif, what're ya--" Zulf started. The ferret moved quickly; suddenly Zulf found himself on his back, and arms were just behind his knees, ready to raise them. Above him, Zerrif grinned mischievously, his eyes flaring yellow in anticipation. There was a sort of feral side to that yellow as well, and Zulf gulped. "What's wrong, puppy?" Zerrif asked, mockingly. "Do I have to be bigger than you in order to put you in this position?" He stuck out his tongue to further add insult to injury. Zulf flushed red, and smiled. "Just didn't think you had it in you, is all." He replied, reaching up with a hand to caress Zerrif's face. "Go on, I won't break." He said, slightly breathless. In truth, he'd sort of half-wanted Zerrif to do this, but truly didn't know if the ferret would comply; though it seemed now he was all too eager to do so. "I still..." Zerrif said, hesitating. Zulf growled, and curled his tail around the ferret's leg, trying to pull the golden brown body at his own. Zerrif looked down, and smirked. "Just wait, pup. Gotta get you ready. It's not like me, where I'm already used to you and can take you dry--" "Then would you shut up and do it?" Zulf growled again. He knew he was in no position right now to make demands, but he still had some sort of leeway over the ferret. He just heard a chuckle, as hands slid up his legs. He opened them slightly, growling the whole time, as Zerrif just chuckled. "Patience, Zulfy-wulfy." Zerrif said. God, he hated that nickname. The ferret only said it to annoy him, and he was even able to get Lorrie to say it at work sometimes. He just watched as the ferret slowly traced his fingers up the back of his legs. He raised his hips, telling the ferret to remove his clothing, but Zerrif just smirked. Instead, he ran his hands up Zulf's back, taking off his shirt first. He sat back after, knowing that Zulf was very thoroughly annoyed at how long this was taking, slid out of his own shirt just as slowly. He smirked, leaning down and tracing kisses over the wolf's chest. Two hands placed themselves on his shoulders, urging him, lightly pushing him lower. He just laughed, and sat up. "The more you try and whine, the longer this will take. Sorry Zulf, but I don't give in as easily as you do." Zerrif said, with a smirk. Zulf growled, and wriggled, but didn't do much else. Though he could have easily turned things around, he had to say, Zerrif's teasing and coaxing was making him hornier than some wild animal in heat. Zerrif leaned down again, kissing and nibbling at the wolf's neck. His hands slowly slid down the taut, muscled sides, finding themselves as the waistline of Zulf's jeans. He smirked, placing his fingers in, but slowly moving them around the waistline until they were at the very front. He felt a growl run up the wolf's throat, before it escaped his lips, low and needy. He undid the button, pretending to have difficulty; if only to draw things out more. He slowly kissed his way down Zulf's chest, and found the wolf's taut stomach. Something poked at his chin through the denims and he resisted an urge to laugh out loud, instead kissing around the wolf's front. He pulled back, seeing Zulf's head turned to the side, panting. "You're so cute." Zerrif smirked, before shifting down more. Zulf had raised his hips again, and Zerrif smirked, pulling down his jeans, but leaving his boxers on. He smirked, kissing and licking at the wolf's erection from outside the material, eliciting groans and whimpers from him. "Zerrif... enough is enough... come on..." Zulf groaned. Zerrif raised an eyebrow. Two white paws clung the waistline of the wolf's boxers, and pulled them down. Zulf let out a happy sound, finally free. Of course, he had to crunch his knees in to take them off lying down, and he felt Zerrif push his legs more towards his body. A surge of pleasure ran through his body, making him shiver as Zerrif slowly made a tasting lick across the dog's pucker. His tail flickered back and forth incessantly, and he gave a tiny howl. It was different, to be sure; but it wasn't like he'd expected. [After all,] Zerrif thought [This is where he goes. My wolfy must wash himself good.] "Just for you." Zulf muttered, as if reading Zerrif's thoughts. The ferret squeaked happily, and slowly slid his tongue in. There was a little resistance, but not much; Zulf obviously was used to intrusions (and from what he'd seen of Toraz on the couch, ones much bigger than this). He wrapped his arms around the wolf's bent legs, curling his little white patch of hair around his fingers, or stroking the erect cock a couple times. "Tastes so good." Zerrif moaned. "Think I could just eat you out all day, and not get to actually doing you hard, hehe..." He teased. That made the wolf buck and moan again. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw an arm try and snake its way to the night-table; a bottle of lube till standing on it (They had been too lazy and tired to put it back in its proper place the night before). Zerrif stopped his ministrations, and reached out and smacked the wolf's paw down. "No. Bad boy." Zerrif said. Zulf let out a whimper. The white paws reached up and tangled themselves in his golden hair. They pulled him down, the wolf stealing a kiss. His legs wrapped around the ferret's torso, pulling him in, grinding his rear end against him. Zulf looked up in annoyance, and Zerrif smirked. "You've still got your jeans on..." The wolf grumbled. Zerrif just chuckled. He sat back up, and slowly began to strip himself of his last article of clothing (at least, he considered that his last; they rarely ever got to taking off their socks, usually too caught up in the moment or needy to even care). He turned around, feeling Zulf's paw rake slowly down his back, then take a hold of his jeans from behind. Using only his thumbs, Zerrif pushed down his jeans, and gasped when Zulf pulled from the back, making sure he took both boxers and jeans at the same time. "Someone is so impatient..." Zerrif teased, turning back around. He took a grip on his cock and started to stroke himself, just sitting on his legs. Zulf looked at him hungrily, before sitting up. "Ah-ah... no you--" Zerrif started, but Zulf leaned forward and hushed him by placing a finger on his lips. "Shut it. You wouldn't let me get lube." Zulf said, before leaning further and starting to lick at Zerrif's head. The ferret's paw was soon enclosed by the wolf's too, pumping together, and he groaned loudly. The wolf wasn't being clean or subtle with his approach, lapping at the cock ravenously. Zerrif's hips bucked, held down by the wolf's strong arms, as Zulf continued. Eventually both paws let his cock, and Zulf was deep-throating him like a madman. "Ngh..." Came Zerrif's troubled groan. He whimpered, as the wolf pulled off, using his paw to slicken the entire length. Zerrif sighed, and threw his head back in pleasure, which made the wolf smirk. "Don't give up on me now..." Zulf mumbled, turning around on the bed. Zerrif looked back up to see Zulf leaning forward on his arms, his knees propping his rear into the air. The ferret's cock twitched, and he stroked it a couple more times for good measure, getting more pre to slick it as he moved behind the wolf, instinctively. "That's it... go right ahead..." "You're in no position to be telling me this kind of stuff, pup." Zerrif said sternly. Zulf returned, in favour, by grinding his rear against the ferret's erection. One paw gripped at the wolf's shoulders, as the other was used to guide his erection, his cockhead poking at the wolf's hole. "You wanted it, and now you got it." Zerrif said, cheekily, before pushing in slowly. God. Now he knew what it felt like. Whenever Zulf entered him, he always gave a low growl, something between arousal, and acceptance. Zerrif, instead, let out a loud moan, leaning over the angled back and breathing heavily by Zulf's ear. He'd barely gotten a few inches, and already he felt like he was going to blow; but with how hot this felt (and was), he wagered he could blow more than once tonight. He pushed in slowly, the majority of his cock inside the wolf save his furred sheath, and reached around, starting to stroke the wolf's. His hand was still slightly slick with his own pre, mixing with the wolf's, and slid across the length slowly, drawing it from its' sheath. Zulf was silent through the whole movement, wiggling his rump and moving it around to coax Zerrif into action. "Where..." Zerrif grumbled furiously, pulling out and stabbing back in at different angles. Zulf let out sort of strangled groans; the ferret was obviously new and inexperienced, but he had the right idea. Poke around until he found-- "Oh, shit! There..." Zulf exclaimed, biting into the pillow. Zerrif smirked, not changing his angle, as he started to rock slowly. He felt himself brush up against that wall again and again, each time his movements making the wolf's legs shake. He nibbled on Zulf's ear, continuing to pump him as he kept rocking. "G-Gods... Z-Zerrif... g-go..." The wolf groaned. Zerrif nibbled a little harder on the ear, and his arm instead fisted in the sheets beside Zulf's head, acting now more of as a support. He tried to push in as far as he could, but was stopped suddenly by his sheath. Blasted thing. He felt like he could go so much deeper, like he should go deeper... "Zulf... brace... yourself..." He mustered, through languid breaths. The wolf nodded, too caught up in the pleasure of the moment to even care. Zerrif let out a grunt, thrusting harder than before, feeling the ring of muscle slowly slide around his cock. He groaned, and without remorse or reluctance, started to hammer into the wolf. Groans, howls, and whimpers filled the room as the two bodies moved in tandem unison; arms pumping and waists moving. Zerrif inhaled heavily, and exhaled with a groan over and over, rocking back and forth inside the wolf. This had to be what people called bliss. He felt like he never wanted to leave where he was, that he wanted to be stuck within this position for eternity. Or, at least, do this more often. "G-Gods... Zer...rif..." Zulf muttered, and Zerrif smirked. He aimed at the wolf's prostate, and began to pound mercilessly at that spot, while stroking the canid. Zulf let out tiny howls, and Zerrif felt the wolf's body heat rise. His tailhole clenched, and his body shivered slightly. There came a louder howl, yet it was still held back somewhat, as Zulf soon released himself in Zerrif's hand, and all over his sheets. The ferret still rocked within the wolf, who was now stuck in his temporary state of euphoric bliss. Zulf looked back, and Zerrif smiled, and his rocking slowed. The ferret's breaths became languid, having achieved the same state as Zulf had. He patted the wolf's rump, as he began to pull out slowly, coming out with a slick pop. The wolf looked behind him, a little confused, when suddenly he was being flipped over onto his back. "I ain't anywhere near done, yet."Zerrif mumbled, slightly in frustration, and yet with a hint of seduction in his voice. He grabbed the wolf's legs and hoisted them up, plowing into the now used hole and groaned. Zulf pulled the ferret down for a kiss, his legs bent up against himself like before. "H-Holy... Shit Zer..." Zulf groaned, and the ferret just chuckled. He'd never been able to draw more than one orgasm from the ferret, and now here he was, plowing happily into the wolf's ass yet again, still hard and going at it. He felt himself grow hard at the thought, albeit a little painful, but was so lost within what was happening, he didn't register much. Their paws both fell to the wolf's hard-again cock, and began to stroke it feverishly. The humping was mad, and the bed rocked back and forth, creaking with every movement. Sensual pleasure drove both of them into madness; rhythm and feeling gone, pure lust driving their actions. Zerrif clenched his eyes shut, rested his forehead on the wolf's chest and moaned happily. Zulf smiled. He leaned down and nuzzled the side of the ferret's forehead, nipping at his ear. That did it. For the second time within minutes, Zerrif's movements became erratic, then he hilted himself within the wolf, sheath and all. The two of them began to stroke Zulf's cock, until the wolf let out a howl and came upon himself. Zerrif nearly collapsed onto Zulf, letting his legs go back down weakly. He settled on top of the wolf, sighing happily and tracing a finger in the second climax that was present on the wolf's stomach and chest. Zulf just smirked, holding Zerrif close. "We-well..." Zerrif muttered, tired. He had every right to be, Zulf mused. "H-How was th-that? As go-good as T-Toraz?" The ferret added with a smirk. Zulf smiled, and stole another kiss from the ferret, as the golden-brown mustelid lay back on top of him, spent. "I dunno. It certainly wasn't bad." Zulf said, with a smirk. He lightly scratched Zerrif's back, as he lay back and looked to the roof. It wasn't bad at all, that was... "Amazing." They both heard someone say. Zulf sat up, and Zerrif looked back to see Toraz standing at the door, grinning widely. "Sorry. You two uh... woke me up. But it was well worth it. I'd say he ain't got much to improve on, eh Zulf?" The tiger asked. Zerrif blushed, and instead turned back to lay on Zulf, as if trying to hide their nakedness. The wolf got the idea, and quickly drew the blankets over them both, smirking. "Have a good night you two." Toraz said, padding off back to his room. Zulf just looked at the ferret, who was beet red and had his face buried in his chest. "Hey, come on. Toraz said it was good, right?" Zulf said with a wink. Zerrif chuckled lightly, and snuggled further into the wolf.

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

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Title: 12 Months Later Ch. 06 Tags: bdsm, anal sex, ass to mouth, ball-gags, butt fucking, ass fucking, domination, humiliation, threesome, strap-on sex *12 Months Later - The Conclusion Chapter Six: All Aboard...The Anal Express! With thanks to kristindixon79. Her experience inspired this chapter. Her first-hand account can be found on literotica here at: https://www.literotica.com/s/adventure-with-a-couple. In Chapter One, Kelly and Celia were blindfolded and gagged separately, and strapped to each other in a 69 position on a hotel bed. They were forced to lick each other off. It was the first experience with a woman for either of them. In Chapter Two, Kelly and Celia were bound together in the shower in a standing position, after receiving their golden showers. They were sexually manipulated some more until the blindfolds were finally removed. In Chapter Three, I removed Kelly and Celia's blindfolds. They laid eyes on each other for the first time after a few hours of extremely intimate sexual slavery. We went to dinner and did some shopping afterwards. In Chapter Four, we returned to our hotel room after dinner and some erotic shopping. I capped the night off by coming in Kelly's ass while Celia licked my balls from underneath Kelly. In Chapter Five, I took a nice refreshing nap while Kelly and Celia went to town with 69. I then had the best blowjob of my life, using Kelly and Celia simultaneously. We refrained from anal sex, for a very good reason. To recap: Kelly and Celia's names are never spoken out loud. The slaves are not permitted to learn each other's true names. Celia is only referred to as Slut, and Kelly is only referred to as Bitch.* \*\*\*\*\* Kelly did as she was commanded. She bent over, picked up Celia's plug with her teeth, struggled a bit to get it at the right angle, and rose back up on her knees with the plug sticking out towards Celia's ass. I spread some fresh lube on it, and maneuvered Celia back on to it. Celia very, very slowly pushed down on it, pushing it back into her ass. She took her time to get it in all the way, and fucked herself with it a little bit, just to make Kelly suffer. When she was done Kelly's face was once again buried in Celia's ass, which was even sweatier than it had been before. How do you follow up a blowjob using two women who have spent the morning warming up with some 69? By taking a break. It had been a long, eventful Saturday for my two slaves, Celia and Kelly, and myself. They had tasted plenty of pussy so far after lunch. Kelly had also practically had her nose shoved up Celia's ass while she sucked me off. I decided that Kelly had had enough for the moment, and led Celia into the shower. I needed to piss, and that's what they were there for. After covering Celia in a golden shower, I had her kneel while I took a shower. She was permitted to clean up after Kelly had also showered. We took a nice long break that night, and took in dinner and a movie (an unintentional comedy called Fifty Shades Freed). It was late when we returned to our hotel room, so nothing too elaborate was attempted. Kelly and Celia were stripped, cuffed, gagged and collared. They each got some time over my knee for spanking, and then I took turns fucking them until I came. We were exhausted by that point, and fell asleep watching an episode of The Avengers (of course, it was the one with Peter Wyngarde). I woke up Sunday morning with a clear plan. It was the last day, and I'd had it planned from the beginning. Kelly was sent out for coffee and croissants. Celia was just waking up when Kelly returned. We had some leisure time checking emails/web surfing/hanging out while we had coffee. Celia and I stayed quiet while Kelly called to check in with her husband and kids. He wasn't aware that they now had an open marriage. He had never seemed that adventurous in bed as far as Kelly was concerned, and she couldn't conceive of bringing up her submissive fantasies with him. It was much better for her to get these things out of her system occasionally with someone else. Not sure if her husband would have agreed, but I was more interested in getting my cock back up Kelly's ass than I was in asking him. We all took turns in the bathroom for some...post-coffee activities as the caffeine did its thing. I encouraged the slaves to evacuate as much as possible. Didn't take a genius to see where I was coming from (or heading towards). But first things first. After a short hike, Kelly and Celia took turns in the bathroom cleaning themselves with enemas. When they were done, they inspected each other, and inserted their butt-plugs under my supervision. We all took leisurely showers individually. It was early afternoon now, and time for the climax of our weekend. The slaves kneeled on the carpet facing each other, with their hands behind their heads. They were nude except for their collars. "Kiss, lightly." The slaves kissed each other lightly. "Now deeper." Celia led them in a nice sensual French kiss. She was definitely the more aggressive of the two, and pushed her tongue into Kelly's mouth. "Stop." They stopped. "For your last task, you will wrestle for position. I don't want you to hold back, so we'll start this off right. Slut, grab the bitch by her hair, slap her once, and verbally degrade her." Celia didn't hesitate. She grabbed Kelly's hair roughly, and gave her a nice slap. Kelly yelped in surprise and pain. "You cheap whore", Celia said, "I'll bet you imagine your tongue around my tits and my hand up your snatch when you fuck your husband from now on." Celia put her hands back in position. Kelly was rattled a little now. "Remember, you can always use your safe word." Uh-huh. Kelly yanked Celia's hair and gave her a nice slap back. "The next time I fuck my husband I am going to think of your slutty little ass covered in welts and bruises, the way it deserves to be." "Wrestle now", I said, "no need to hold back on my account." Kelly lunged for Celia, and pinned her to the floor instantly. Celia tried to get free, but Kelly had her outweighed. It looked like a fast match, but Celia yanked Kelly's head back by the hair, and shoved Kelly's butt-plug in with her knee. Kelly screamed and gave Celia the opening to overturn her. They wrestled for dominance on the carpet until Celia wound up siting on Kelly's ass. One hand had a firm hold on Kelly's hair, and the other had Kelly's arm pulled back. "Surrender, bitch", Celia demanded. "Surrender or I yank both hands." Kelly just managed to blurt out "I surrender, Slut". "Let her up, Slut", I ordered Celia, "You may order one quick demonstration of submission from her." Celia stood up and let Kelly slowly pick herself up off the carpet. Kelly assumed her position on her knees in front of me, with her hands behind her head. Both slaves were breathing heavily. I pulled Celia over to stand in front of Kelly. "Bend down to kiss my feet with your hands behind your head, Bitch", Celia ordered. Kelly dutifully bent down with her hands behind her head, and kissed both of Celia's feet. She almost got stuck down there, but managed to jerk herself upright without removing her hands from behind her head. "Slut, place the bitch on all fours on the bed. Head down, legs spread. No need to be gentle. You can use the leash. Stand at attention when you are done." Celia grabbed the doggie leash, clipped it to Kelly's collar, and pulled Kelly down to her hands and knees. She pulled the leash and Kelly crawled to the bed. Celia yanked up on the leash to haul Kelly up, and directed her as I'd ordered. Hands and knees, legs spread, head down. Kelly's head was at the top of the bed. We'd need as much room as possible on the bed behind her. Celia then stood at attention, with her hands behind her head. I took the anal lube, and set it down under Kelly's face. I'm sure she knew what was coming next. She was half right. I went to my suitcase and retrieved a new toy that neither slave had seen yet. Celia's eyes went wide when she saw it. She later told me it was the biggest, blackest strap-on she'd ever seen. Kelly's head was down, and she hadn't seen it yet. I grabbed her hair and held it right in front of her face. She gasped with surprise. She would tell me later she still hadn't caught on to where I was going with this. I pushed the tip against her mouth as I held her head in place. As she gradually opened her mouth, I gently pushed it in until it stopped at the back of her throat. I then rotated her head so that she was looking at Celia off to the side, with the strap-on hanging out of her mouth. I guided Celia over. "Strap in, Slut." Celia methodically strapped herself into the strap-on while Kelly held it in place with her mouth. When she was done, I stood behind her to check the strap, and cinched it up a little tighter. "Make sure the Bitch remembers how this tastes". Celia gripped the strap-on with one hand, and Kelly's hair with the other. She slowly pulled the strap-on out of Kelly' mouth, and then pushed it all the way back in just as slowly. She left it like that for a moment while Kelly looked up into her eyes, and then repeated the movement. Celia built up a very slow, sensuous rhythm this way, with Kelly being forced to suck her fellow slave's artificial cock. Kelly found this act of submission thoroughly humiliating. I didn't have all day to watch this, even though I could have. "Lube it ", I ordered. Celia removed the strap-on from Kelly's mouth, and applied a generous amount of lube to it right in front of Kelly's face. She enjoyed slowly rubbing the lube along the length of the shaft. While Kelly's eyes were on this, I gagged her with her ball-gag. Next, I removed the butt-plug from Kelly's ass, and placed it on the bed under her face. On my signal, Celia climbed up on the bed behind Kelly, and placed the tip of her strap-on against Kelly's ass. Celia very slowly pushed the strap-on in. As the tip disappeared up Kelly's ass, Kelly put her head down and grunted a little. Her breathing was rapid. Celia held it there, and then pushed some more when she felt ready. The penetration was agonizingly slow as Celia felt Kelly's anal resistance give way. Celia pushed until Kelly's ass was fully penetrated. Celia then leaned down onto Kelly's body and used both hands to reach under and fondle Kelly's tits. I gagged Celia with her ball-gag. "Hold your position in her ass. You are not permitted to fuck her." Celia stayed still with her hands on Kelly's tits, and her strap-on buried in Kelly's ass. I took my belt, and gave Celia a nice swat on the ass. Kelly yelped as this caused Celia to ram into her. I whipped Celia ten more times. She closed her eyes and held on tight to Kelly's tits. They both screamed and grunted through their gags, as each strike caused Celia to ram her strap-on into Kelly's ass. Kelly was being butt-fucked by whipping. I was plenty hard at this point. How could I not be? I put a condom on my cock and lubed it up. I climbed up behind Celia, pulled her butt-plug out, and pushed the tip of my cock into her ass. I stopped at her sphincter to give her a moment to relax, and then slowly pushed my cock all the way in. As I pushed into Celia, it caused her to push into Kelly even more. Kelly moaned loudly. "Welcome to the anal express, slaves. I got this idea from an account on Literotica", I said, "and I've been dying to try it ever since. But I couldn't do it without two trained slaves. This is how it's going to work. I'm going to fuck the Slut's ass until she comes. The Bitch will accept whatever the Slut's strap-on does to her ass while I'm butt-fucking the Slut. How long this takes depends on how long it takes the Slut to come. After she has had one orgasm, she will be released, and feed her strap-on to the Bitch for cleaning. I will then shove my cock up the Bitch's ass and ass-fuck her until she comes. After the Bitch has come, I will keep fucking until I come. The Bitch will then clean me off. She will be permitted to rinse with mouth-wash after each serving of ass-to-mouth. No one will be permitted to stop until we are done. How long the Slut takes it up her ass is up to her. How long the Bitch takes it up her ass is up to her, the Slut, and me. If it seems like a less-than-equitable arrangement for the Bitch, it is. That is the price she pays for letting the Slut dominate her." Ass-to-mouth was new territory for us. I'd always been intrigued by the degrading aspects of it, but had also been wary of the health risks. However, I felt we wouldn't get the full experience unless the slave on the bottom was forced to clean us. I'd made sure they cleaned their asses as much as possible, and also had the best mouth wash I could find on hand. "When I remove your gags, you have two choices. You can say your safe-word. If anyone does that, we abort this activity, clean up, and go our separate ways with no hard feelings. If you don't say your safe-word, you need to tell me how you want your ass fucked." I removed Celia's gag. "Master, please fuck my slutty ass as hard as you can. I want to hold off as long as possible while my strap-on rams this Bitch's fat, unworthy butt." One down. Celia's gag went back in, and Kelly's came out. "I'm not sure my ass can take this, Master." "Do you want to use your safe-word?" "No. I'm turned on. I want to try and do this." "You'll be gagged while you're fucked, but your hands will be free." I put the whip by Kelly's hand. "If you grab the whip, we stop instantly. Understand?" "Yes, Master. I'm ready then. I accept my position as your anal slave. I am ready to take it up the ass until you are both done with me." Perfect. I put her gag back on, and got to it. I started off slow with Celia, because there's no other way to really begin with ass-fucking in my experience. It's a sensitive place to take it, and you just can't be too careful. But Celia and Kelly were both more than warmed up by the enemas, butt-plugs, and lube. I ramped it up fairly quickly, and was fucking Celia harder with every stroke. And every stroke of mine rammed Celia's strap-on into Kelly. I'm not sure which one was moaning and grunting through their gag louder. I kept my eye on Kelly's hand. It was right by the whip, but stayed off. Celia writhed on top of Kelly as I fucked her. She kept her hands on Kelly's tits and kept squeezing them like a pair of stress balls. Kelly grunted and screamed, but kept her hand off the whip. I may not have been going through what they were going through, but I had my own issues. I'd set myself up to have to fuck through three orgasms. Celia and Kelly had both had anal orgasms before, but certainly not every time. I'd already felt myself getting close once, and suppressed it. After what seemed like a decent amount of time with my cock pumping Celia's ass, I needed to get things moving. I took my hands off her hips. I pulled her hair and started teasing a nipple. Celia's nipples were sensitive, and her whole body twitched with each tweak. Celia was really moaning through her gag. I would have loved to have come in her ass (I always had before), but that wasn't the plan. So I reached down, worked my hand in between Celia and Kelly's bodies, and went to work on Celia's cunt. Celia started squealing when I hit the magic spot. I kept my other hand on nipple duty. Celia was getting there, but she wasn't going over the edge. I needed her to come. Not only so I could get some relief, but also because the more amped up Celia got, the harder she crashed into Kelly's body. This was murder on my hand. Kelly was screaming now. It was an ordeal for her to stay on her hands and knees with Celia's sweaty body ramming her. Celia later told me that she was edging as much as possible, just to stick it to Kelly's ass longer. Celia looked like she was close now. I relaxed for a quick moment, and stopped caressing her nipple and cunt with my hands, with only the tip of my cock in Celia's ass. I waited for Celia to take one breath, and then shoved my cock into her ass while I doubled down with my hands. Celia exploded as I fucked her hard. She tensed her body and screamed as loudly as she could through her gag. I kept ramming into her as she held her body still. It sounded like the mother of all orgasms. The increase in ram-force caused Kelly to scream almost as much as Celia. I pulled out as soon as Celia felt like she was done, and ordered her over to Kelly's face. Celia collapsed off to Kelly's side. I gave her a moment, and then a slap on the ass motivated her. She slowly crawled off the bed, and stood to the side of Kelly's face with her slimy strap-on at Kelly's eye level. Kelly's face was slumped down in exhaustion. I took her gag off and swiveled her face up to where her mouth was positioned in front of the strap-on. "Would you like to use your safe-word?" I asked. "I'd understand if this was the time you chose." Kelly remained silent. "Okay, then. Clean it." Kelly put her lips around the tip of Celia's strap-on, and Celia pushed it in slightly. Kelly reared back. "Oh God. The taste, and the smell. It's so horrible." "Good", I said, "it's supposed to be." I pushed Kelly towards it, and Celia pushed the strap-on up against Kelly's mouth. Kelly opened her mouth, and Celia slowly pushed it in as far as it would go. She held it there for a moment, and then thrust it in and out very slowly. Kelly sucked it clean as Celia and I guided her rhythm. A minute of this was good enough for me. "Slut, bring out the supplies I've prepared in the bathroom and set them up." Celia went into the bathroom as I stood there holding Kelly's hair. When Celia returned she placed a towel in front of Kelly with a bowl on it. Celia held a glass of mouthwash up to Kelly's face. Kelly turned to drink it. It was awkward with her on her hands and knees, and some of it spilled in the bowl and on the towel. Kelly swished it around her mouth and rinsed a few times, and then was allowed to rinse with some water. Celia then removed the towel and bowl, and picked up two documents I'd left on the desk. "Thank her for that, Bitch." "Thank you for my first experience with ass-to-mouth, Slut." I gagged Kelly, and moved back behind her. I took the condom off my cock, fingered her with some more lube, lubed up my cock, and put my hands on my hips. "I'm going to fuck you without a condom for the first time. Do you understand?" Kelly nodded yes. I motioned for Celia to hold up the documents for Kelly to see. The documents were the latest STD results for Kelly and myself. They dated from last week, and were all negative. "Do you feel comfortable doing this?" Kelly nodded yes. I placed the tip of my cock against her anus, and pressed in slightly. "I am doing this so that you can get the full effect of ass-to-mouth. This is something you deserve as a slave. Do you understand?" Kelly nodded yes. I pushed in, and got the tip inside her ass. "Do you want this?" Kelly moaned, and nodded yes. Celia was now on her knees off to Kelly's side, with her hands behind her head. She still wore the strap-on, which glistened with lube and saliva. "As I fuck you, I want you to look the Slut in the eyes, and think about how it could have been her in this place if you'd maybe tried a little harder in wrestling." Kelly whimpered a little, and turned her head. While Kelly looked Celia in the eyes, I gradually shoved my cock until it was all the way in her ass. She grunted a little as I did this. I started moving my cock very slowly, but it hardly mattered. Her ass was extremely well-lubricated and open after her last ass-fucking. I built up to a steady rhythm, and held it there. I was plenty hard, but the problem was that I'd gone past the point where I felt like cumming with Celia, and held off on it. This meant that as hard as I was, I was going to have to build back up to that point, and that rarely happened fast. I fucked Kelly harder and harder as I started building up to the point where I could come. Kelly was a sloppy, sweaty mess of ass-fucked slave. My cock made a sploshing sound as it rammed in and out of her overly-lubricant ass. Kelly was making all kinds of noises under her gag. This was the most extreme limit she'd ever been pushed to. And she had to come before I did. I ordered Celia to kneel on the bed beside Kelly, facing the other way. Celia reached under and started playing with Kelly's nipples and cunt. She had the touch, and Kelly started moaning like an animal. I had Celia talk dirty as well. "Take it, you bitch" Celia ordered, "Take it like I did. Better hope you cleaned yourself well, because you know you're licking that cock clean after it spurts all in your ass. Let me hear you scream, whore. Scream. Scream." And then came the explosion. Celia and I put Kelly over the edge. She screamed like bloody murder into her gag as she came and came and came. Her orgasms seemed to last forever. Celia didn't let up at all. She kept working Kelly all the way through, and even gave Kelly a little love-bite on the ass. When Kelly was done she slumped down on her elbows. I could tell that she wanted nothing more than to collapse in a heap. But I wasn't done. I was edging closer to coming, but it was always a slow climb when I'd waited too long. I stared at Kelly's ass with Celia's face nestled on top of it, and tried to block everything out of my mind as I concentrated. Celia, sadistically, kept rubbing Kelly's sweet spot even though Kelly was well and truly done. There was probably a five minute buildup from the time I felt my orgasm starting, until the time I finally came. And boy did I come. My cock exploded as I shoved it as far into Kelly's ass as I could and held it there. I kept it pressed in there as my orgasm kept going. My cock was so sensitive, that every little movement seemed to trigger a little more semen coming out. This was the most intense orgasm I could ever remember having. I kept my cock in until it had exhausted all of its semen. While it was in, I ordered Celia to remove Kelly's gag. "I hope you know what to do when I pull out, Bitch." I pulled out. Kelly seemed too exhausted to do anything, but as soon as my cock was out, she was on the move. She hurriedly turned around and swallowed as much of my cock as she could get in her mouth. She then sucked it clean. When she was done, she got up on her knees. Celia was ready, and immediately rinsed her mouth out with more mouthwash. After they were done, Kelly spoke. "May I have permission to speak, Master?" "Yes." "Thank you for the most intense orgasm I've ever had in my life, Master. My butt is beyond sore, and my mouth still tastes like jizm and ass, but it was worth it." I kissed Kelly on the forehead. "You are released from service. Slut", I said to Celia, "take the Bitch into the bathroom. Clean her in the shower, and attend to her needs." Celia led Kelly into the bathroom. As soon as I heard the water flowing, I collapsed into a sweaty heap on the bed. I'm sure Kelly would've liked to have done the same, but it was getting late, and she had the longest drive ahead of her. I listened to the sounds of a long, leisurely shower. Apparently Celia gave Kelly a massage in the shower. Celia waited on Kelly as Kelly primped and did her makeup. Celia then helped Kelly get dressed. When Kelly was ready, I told Celia to give her a goodbye kiss. Celia wrapped her arms around Kelly, and kissed her deeply. "What's your name", asked Kelly, "Mine is—" SWAT! I swatted Kelly's ass to shut her up. "You don't need to know each other's names. Is that understood?" "Yes, Master", they said in unison. "Your turn in the bathroom, Slut." Celia kissed Kelly once more, and went in to the bathroom to primp for her drive home. I saw Kelly to the door. She turned and kissed me. "Thank you, Master. This was intense. I never knew if I could have sex with a girl before. Now I know. I'm open to it again if you want." "Excellent" I said, as I kissed her goodbye. "I have bad news though. I think I still taste some ass in your mouth." Kelly flashed me the wickedest smile I'd ever seen from her. "We'll see if my husband can taste it when I get home." One more kiss, and she was gone. Celia came out of the bathroom. I released her. She started to dress as I got showered. I was just about to step in, when she called me out. "I may have a slight confession", she said. "Yes?" "I had an intuition that today might end in ass-to-mouth for the loser when you ordered us to wrestle. So I made damn sure I didn't lose." "I see. Hey, is that your butt-plug on the floor?" Celia turned around and bent over. SNAP! I tagged her with a perfect towel snap. She let out a loud yelp as the towel stung her already sore ass. Celia turned around to glare as she rubbed her butt, but couldn't suppress her evil little smile.

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Title: Faith and Truth: Chapter One by Nar Tags: Coming Out, Gay Relationships "Faith and Truth" By Nar (2006) Gay Relationships/Coming Out \~ \~ This story deals with the dynamics of being gay in today's culture. It also contains descriptions of homosexual sex in graphic terms. You MUST be a legal adult to view this work, which could be anywhere from the age of 18 to even 21. I realize that many of the subjects I deal with are embattled by many of my readers, but I ACCEPT ABSOLUTELY NO RESPONSIBILITY for anything that might happen to you if you mimic this piece of fiction. So, in other words, if you use my arguments in real life and get beat up or kicked out of your home, I'm not responsible. My job is to provide entertainment and insight, not to teach you how to act. Now, on with the story...I hope you enjoy it and please, email me some comments about it. I hope it entertains as well as enlightens you. \~Nar May 8th, 2006 No revision, raw manuscript \~Chapter One\~ \~ \~ James and Brenda Bythorne smiled wide as they adored their infant son, poking him in the tummy playfully, much to the baby wolf's delight. The canine couple hugged each other, pure love flowing between them as they both watched in wonder as little baby Alex grabbed his toes, rolling slightly on his back as he giggled and cooed at his parents. Brenda was overcome with delight. Alex had been born two months ago. His was a painful and almost traumatic delivery, and although she had been in screaming agony then, she felt nothing but joy now. Her husband had his own form of joy, but mostly was thinking about how proud he was to have such a healthy and thriving son at only two months old. Little baby Alex Robert Bythorne tried to flick his ears, but only ended up fluttering one back and forth as a stimulus reflex. James recognized it immediately. That reaction was no longer instinctual or reflexive, but a natural conscious decision by little Alex to show his affection to his parents. He was simply trying to lower his ears, but his body hadn't developed enough to show that sign yet, so his ears just twitched. Brenda gasped as she saw the little cub's ears suddenly flatten on his head and held her hand to her chest in shock. James' jaw almost hit the floor at the sudden improvement. Most baby wolves didn't master that move until at least four months, sometimes six. James laughed and hugged his wife all the tighter, kissing her cheek as they both beamed in pride, wishing they had brought the camera with them. Little Alex was growing up so fast. \~ \~ About nineteen years later \~ \~ Brenda sighed deeply as she heard thumping bass through the ceiling of her study, holding the sides of her heard in frustration. The sounds of Nickelodeon Morning beat through her fine oak door and she swallowed two more Ibuprofen. She knew it wasn't exactly good for her liver, but she didn't care right now. Whoever thought up these rules for living a long time obviously didn't have four children. The inane sounds of the TV were caused by her two little hyperactive twin cubs Mary and Vicky, her youngest. The bass upstairs belonged to her second-born Xavier and the silence that was between that was Alex's, her eldest. James was at work managing his book publishing company and Brenda was trying to brush up on the latest experimental methods for removing-brain-tumors-via-experimental-implants. She groaned in frustration and set down her medical journal and stood up, stretching her tired back. She heard the bass suddenly die and she counted mentally. '1...2...and...next track.' Sure enough, more bass began to boom through the wall as another one of Xavier's heavy metal songs began to blare. Brenda groaned and went upstairs, but Xavier was already anticipating her move and as soon as he heard her coming up the Cherry steps, he turned down his music to a whisper. Brenda shook her head and continued upstairs, now trying to get away from the crashes and boings of Nickelodeon. She passed Alex's well kept room, the door free of scratches or markings, but then passed Xavier's, his door covered in posters and pop-art prints. They were polar opposites. One was quiet and reserved, the other quick-tempered and loud. One good with money, the other constantly out of a job and broke. She didn't like to pick sides with her children or pay favorites, but Alex was definitely the easier one to live with. She equally loved all her children, no matter what their flaws, but Alex was the easiest to live with. Brenda lightly knocked on the door and walked in. Alex had similar posters on his wall to what Xavier had. They shared some of the same media likes and dislikes, but Alex was less flamboyant in his hobbies. Brenda smiled softly as she walked past his rows of DVDs. Zombie/Comedy/Sci-Fi and especially love stories crowded his selection. She found him at his piano keyboard, lightly playing a tune. His headphones were attached, so he didn't hear her until she was right beside him, tapping him on the shoulder. He pulled out his earphones and looked up at his mother, his light red eyes staring into her green ones. Both wolves fur was deep gray, and while Alex had inherited the good looks in his face, he had also inherited his mother's petite figure and an overall feminine form. When he dressed, it wasn't so obvious, but (and as Alex knew intimately), his body was quite curvaceous and fragile in form. Xavier had inherited the muscle and gruffness of voice, while Alex got a higher tone. Brenda smiled warmly and handed her son a twenty dollar bill. "Didn't you say you were going to go hang out with friends today Alex?" She asked as her son took the twenty. He already knew what his mother was going to ask. "Yeah, what do you need from your robotic rulers Wal-Mart?" Brenda just continued. "I need some caramel, whip cream and chocolate mint cookies. I'm going to make Grandma's dessert tomorrow. Could you get those for me on your way back?" Alex stifled a grumble. He didn't like going to Wal-Mart, but it was on his way home, so he might as well. He did like that dessert an awful lot. "Uh, sure mom, I'll pick 'em up." Alex stood and pocketed the twenty as he grabbed his keys hanging on his dresser and leather jacket. His mother smiled and left with a happy "thank you" as she went to the kitchen to start getting dinner ready. Alex took the opportunity to look himself over. He was wearing a tight white T-shirt with the faded logo of his mom's hospital on the back and his too-baggy jean cargo pants with the hole right under the left pocket. He muttered "terrible" before he went to his closet, grabbing his favorite pair of faded, slightly bottom flared jeans and vintage Levi tee, slipping them both on before he straightened his locks of black hair, loving how the short locks fell over his eyes. He smiled as he looked himself over in the mirror above his dresser, and, slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing his cell, wallet, keys and jacket, left his room. He walked downstairs and made his way into the overly spacious kitchen. His family was quite well-to-do. His father brought down almost 100 grand a year and his mom brought down more as a neurosurgeon (although he could never figure out how much). He still worked and lived like the average teenager. He got his first job at 16, his second one at 19. He bought all his own clothes, his own rice-burner truck, his own car insurance, his own gas. The only things he didn't pay for was room and board, but with the money he had been saving from working at his job as a waiter, he could afford to find an apartment in another year or so. He nodded at his mom as she began to rummage through the huge fridge, pulling out the different items she would need for whatever she was preparing. "Hey mom, I'm going now. I'll be back sometime before one." Brenda nodded as she shifted some items around. "PM or AM?" "AM." Alex said as he fished out his keys and began to walk towards the door. "Allright. I love you, be careful." She called out, even as Alex shut the front door. The wolf opened the driver's door to his Toyota, sighing as he looked over the beaten remains of what was once his brother's car before he lost his license. It was once a brand new Acura. All the features. Power windows, locks, stereo. But since he was so hot-tempered, he had wrecked the poor thing into bits. Now it looked like it had been through a demolition derby. Alex's Toyota was in no better shape, but the damage had solely been his brother's fault. Xav came home one night, completely intoxicated and slammed into his brother's vehicle, putting a huge dent in the passenger side door. Alex sighed softly since it had been eight months and Xav still hadn't paid for the damage. He stepped inside and shut the door, but not before he saw his younger brother running down the front steps to their three story house, calling out his name. Alex shook his head and started up his truck, the four-piston motor beating itself to life. Xavier stopped by his brother's window and tapped on the glass. Alex relented and rolled down the window as Xavier leaned down. "Hey, can I hitch a ride with you? I wanna go see a movie." He almost demanded. Alex grinned and shook his head. "Sorry, I have stuff to do." And with that, he pulled out of his driveway and began the drive to his destination, watching in his rear view mirror was Xavier gave him the finger and screamed "well, fuck you!" Alex sighed and shook his head. Xavier turned 17 years old and had his license only one year before the state revoked it. He had five speeding tickets, six accidents and two moving violations on his record. Insurance companies refused to put him on the policy for less than $600 a month. Alex laughed. And it was his own damn fault. The wolf laughed again and turned on his cheap stereo, blaring the latest electronica song on his way. \~ \~ Alex finally pulled up into the simple gravel driveway of his friend Tom and turned off his engine. The driveway was empty except for Tom's twenty-something Honda. Alex smiled and opened the door to his truck, pocketing his keys and locking up as he walked up to his best friend's house, ringing the doorbell. After a few seconds, the door opened and there he was. Tom was a sinewy leopard, his muscles well defined under his loose black shirt and even looser jeans. He had a terrible sense of style, but Alex didn't mind. His fur was faded orange with light black stripes across his arms and back with green eyes to compliment his look. He smiled and Tom grinned, stepping to the side to let the wolf in. Tom's house was quite simple compared to Alex's. Their single TV was only 18 inches wide, but they both had fun playing video games on it together nonetheless. Tom's family could only afford one computer, but they had fun probing the many useless features of the net anyways. Alex sat down on the very old couch and leaned back, tossing his keys on the floor as Tom shut the door. Alex looked around, wondering where the other three members of his friend's family were when suddenly the leopard was in his lap, his paws holding onto the wolf's cheeks as he smothered Alex in a deep kiss. Alex was a little caught off guard, but passionately returned the kiss, holding onto his best friend (and lover's) waist. The leopard broke the kiss and sat down beside his boyfriend, lightly tapping Alex's shoulder. The wolf took his cue and laid down, his head resting in Tom's lap and looking straight up. He murred softly as his facefur was softly groomed by his feline lover's gentle fingers. "I was just about to ask where everyone was, love." Alex said softly as he began to think about Tom. He had known Tom for almost six years, and had been his boyfriend for almost three. However, neither of their families looked with any kindness on homosexuality, so they had been lovers in secret all this time. Only a select few knew of their sexual orientation and even fewer knew of their relationship. It drove them both crazy sometimes, wanting so badly to come out, but being unable to. Holidays were particularly hard for the couple, since they had to spend most of it apart and even less time alone together. Alex shook the depressing thought from his mind. He had come here to enjoy Tom, not to feel depressed. "Hm?" Tom asked. He was obviously enraptured by staring down at his canine love. The wolf giggled softly and poked his boyfriend in the chest. "I said that I was just about to ask where everyone was when you got all lusty kitty on me." Alex laughed. Tom tried his best to look shocked, but the smile on his face easily giving him away. "I can't believe you! Oh well, guess I won't be mounting that tight hole of yours anymore." Alex giggled girlishly. It was only around Tom that he allowed his truly submissive side come out. "Oh, no? Since when can you resist?" Tom chuckled and kissed his mate softly on the nose as he whispered his reply. "Never." "Thought so." Alex said as he rose from his love's lap and leaned heavily into his chest, stroking his paws over the feline's broad and tight chest through his shirt. "So do it then. I've been over two weeks without sex and I need you, now." Tom stopped laughing and purred lustily, making the little wolf's back arch and his ears lower in submission. "Well then wolfy, lead the way." Alex licked his lips seductively and grinned. "Glad to." Tom stood and began to follow his mate when he suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and tugged back on his paw of his lover. Alex looked back over his shoulder. "What's the matter sweetheart?" The wolf asked, worriedly. Tom tried hard to conceal his grin. "My family went to Wal-Mart. They should be back any second now." Alex's jaw dropped in horror. "What?" Tom laughed at the dejected and disappointed face of his lover. "Yep." The sound of gravel crunching and a horn beeping came from outside. "In fact, I think that's them now." Alex growled playfully and pounced on his love, nipping at his strong chest as he pinned him to the floor. "I'll get you for this." Tom laughed as he stroked his mate's headfur. "Put it on my tab wolfy. Now let me up before my parents come inside and find us like this." \~ \~ Brenda wiped her mouth as she set down her fork. The twins hurriedly finished and dashed off upstairs to go play together, leaving Xavier, James and Brenda at the table. James leaned back and took a sip of his wine as he softly sniffed the wonderful aroma. Xavier's gaze was downward. He had easily cleaned his plate, but he knew his parents had something they wanted to talk to him about. Brenda set down her napkin and looked at her son. "So Xavier, have you found a job yet?" She asked as she began to clear the table. James just sat back in his chair, watching his son. Xavier's brow was already furrowed in anger. "No mom, for the fifth damn time." Xavier stated sarcastically. James set down his glass of merlot and glared at the rebellious teen. "Don't you swear at your mother son. She may be your mom, but she's my wife." The elder wolf almost growled. Xavier sunk back in his chair and snarled softly. Brenda sighed deeply. She already knew where this was going. Discussions with Xavier, no matter how innocent they began, always ended in bouts of screaming. "I was just asking Xav cause the dent you put into Alex's truck with your old car is still there and it's been eight months since-" Xavier suddenly threw his fork down on the tiled floor. "I KNOW! I can't find a good job you know that pays me as well as you can and I don't have hardly any money to-" James suddenly stood, his enormous muscled frame towering over his son, even from across the table. "Now don't you mouth off to us! Lower your voice young man!" Instead of pacifying Xavier, the young wolf became further enraged, kicking his chair out from him and punching a large hole in the wall. Brenda backed up a couple of steps, agog at the sudden outburst of violence. James didn't take it so well. His eyes flared in fury and he slammed his own fist on the table, loudly growling at his son and pointing warningly at him. "BACK OFF! Now sit down this instant!" James screamed. The twins upstairs suddenly became quiet when they heard the roar. When Xavier refused to sit, James slammed his fist again. The teenage wolf reluctantly sat down. Brenda began to cry. James' heart broke at the sound of his wife sobbing, but he had to continue. "First of all Xavier, you will NEVER...I repeat, NEVER do something like that again or I'll kick your butt out on the street so fast your head will spin. Second, you will NEVER mouth off to your mother like that. Third, don't feed us this bull about not having any money. That stupid cell phone of yours is sucking all your savings. Go get your latest cell bill." Xavier didn't move and just stared at the floor. "I don't need to, I know how much it was." James ground his teeth together. "How much was it then?" Xavier looked away and his lips fluttered, trying to not scream at his father. "$542." James sighed deeply and rubbed his temples. "Five hundred dollars? For one month's service? You only have a sixty dollar bill for 1000 minutes. How much did you go over?" Xavier ground his incisors. "I didn't go over on my minutes by much, only two hundred minutes this time. Most of that was from my text messaging." James blinked as he thought about what his son had just said. "You ran up almost $400 in TEXT messages?" Xavier suddenly turned back to face his father. "What do you care dad? It's not your money!" James took a breath before answering, lest he lose his mind and begin screaming again. "I care, Xav, cause even though you are paying for the bill, the contract is still under my name, so if you continually go over your minutes, that reflects on my credit score you know." Xav turned away again. Brenda was clutching her used napkin tightly as she watched in horror. Xavier was scaring her with how angry he was acting. James swallowed the last mouthful of wine before continuing. "If you followed your contract, you could pay to have your brother's truck fixed." Xavier suddenly stood up in defiance. "Don't FUCKING DO THAT TO ME! DON'T TREAT ME LIKE I'M FUCKING IRRESPONSIBLE OR SOMETHING!" He screamed at his father at the top of his lungs. James backed up slightly before he circled the table, standing in front of his son in defense. "LOWER YOUR VOICE XAV! THIS INSTANT!" Xavier whimpered softly at the extreme boom of his father's voice and backed down. James leaned down as his son took his chair again. "Don't you dare use language like that in this house. Your sisters will hear you and they're only six. They don't need to be hearing such obscenity. Do...you...understand?" The wolf asked, pointing at his son and growling deeply. Xav nodded. He knew he was out of line. "Now, I want you to finally repair the damage you did to your brother's truck. There is $400 worth of repairs that need to go into it and-" Xav looked up at his father suddenly. "So why can't you guys pay for it? You have alot more money than I do." Brenda suddenly got ahold of her tears and stepped forward. "Because Xavier, \*you\* did the damage, \*you\* pay for it. We didn't back into Alex's truck, \*you\* did!" She stated as her voice began to crack from emotion. Xavier looked away again. James sighed and leaned against the wall. "Xavier, if you stick to your cell plan, you can have his truck repaired next month. If you go over by just half the amount you did this last month, you can have it paid off in two months, but I expect you to pay him for the repairs soon." Xavier huffed softly, clenching his fists together. His right knuckles were bleeding softly from punching the hole in the plaster, but he was more angry at his parents right then. He nodded anyways though. "Good. Now this..." James said as he walked over to the hole in the wall, looking it over. "You're going to repair this too. Plaster, mold and paint, until it was just like it was. Do you understand? There will be no negotiation in these two matters. They're set in stone. Repair Alex's truck and the wall. Got me?" Xavier almost said "Yeah, and fuck you too." but restrained himself. He muttered a simple "Yes, sir." James sighed again and nodded in the direction of the stairs. "Good, now go upstairs. Leave your stereo off." Xav pushed his chair away and stomped upstairs like a toddler throwing a tantrum. James sighed and turned around to hug his wife as she cried softly into her husband's strong chest. "What did we do wrong James? I don't understand his behavior at all." She whimpered. James simply held her. \~ \~ Alex locked his truck as he looked at his cell display, his mother's groceries hanging off his left arm. 12:37 am. He clicked on the tiny LED light that was attached to his keys and made his way through the darkness and up the front steps of his parent's house. After a few seconds of fumbling with his keys, he unlocked the door and stepped inside. He locked the door behind him, pacified the alarm system, reset it and quickly dropped off everything his mother needed in the kitchen and freezer. He made his way upstairs to his room. He had work in the morning, but was glad that he had taken the time to visit his boyfriend. They had had a pleasant evening with his family, played some video games then headed back to Tom's room when everyone wanted to watch the latest reality show, saying that they wanted to go listen to some music. Tom turned on his stereo and for the next hour they cuddled and licked each other, enjoying each other's company before a knock at their door nearly gave them both a heart attack. They straightened up and each grabbed a magazine. Fortunately it was only Tom's younger sister, a little adopted white panther named Selena. She bounced into the room like any normal nine year old did; solely to annoy her brother. The two lovers suspended their play and went hesitantly back into the living room where they spent the rest of their evening. Alex arrived at his door while daydreaming of his mate and stepped inside, dropping his belongings onto his bed and beginning to pull his shirt off when he heard a knock at his door. He pulled his tee back down and opened the door. Xavier stood on the other side and immediately began to bitch to his older brother about their parent's and their "unfair" parenting styles. And, as always, Alex listened as he went about his business of getting ready for bed. He turned on his tiny stereo (paid for by his own money) and began putting his stuff away. Xavier bitched and bitched and bitched, and soon, Alex grew tired of listening. He began to shuffle Xav towards the door. "Listen, I have work tomorrow, so we'll continue this tomorrow evening ok?" Alex stated, punctuating his words with a tired yawn. Xav growled and sighed. "All right, sure." Alex resisted the urge to slam the door in his face and, dropping all his clothes on the floor, slipped into bed and went to sleep. \~ \~ Xav locked the door to his room and immediately went to his dresser, pulling out stacks of clothes to find his tiny Altoid breath mint tin. He smiled and walked to his window, opening it to ventilate his room as he opened the tiny box. Inside was rolling paper, a dime of dope and several doses of acid. He immediately rolled himself a joint and lit up, breathing the smoke out the window as the wind whisked it away. He grumbled to himself as the marijuana began to take hold. "Irresponsible? I'm not irresponsible. That wimpy motherfucker next door to me is the irresponsible one. I can pay my cell bill." Xav thought to himself. "I've had my phone for over two years and always, ALWAYS managed to pay it. Alex has only had his for like, eight months. And I'm getting straight A's in college anyways! Alex struggles to hold a B! Asshole!" He growled in anger at his parents, thinking up his plan for moving out. Sure he only had six hundred in the bank and no job, but he just had to get out of this house. His parents had no right telling him to pay for something he did. He was drunk for Christsakes! You don't force anyone to pay for anything when they're drunk or angry! Or, at least, that's what he truly believed when he was stoned. \~ \~ Two months later... \~ \~ Alex threw down his tie on the floor of his room, growling to himself. He had made enough money, $123 for a Friday night, but he had been there for almost nine hours. Did no one else know how to do their job tonight? He had to take half the tables in the restaurant, and all at the same time because everyone else was freaking out. He sighed and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down as he turned on his stereo, the sounds of some piano concerto soothing his tired muscles. He sat down on his bed and rested a little as he picked up the bills that were lying on his nightstand. Car insurance, cell, state car registration bill, republican party flier, internet bill and VISA bill ad among the other junk mail. He sighed and immediately began filling out checks and putting them in the proper envelopes. Almost $400 dollars evaporated right there when he was done. He looked around his desk, but couldn't find his book of stamps, so he made his way downstairs. His parents were busy watching late night TV. He cocked his ears. They never watch late night TV. He rounded the corner and cursed to himself quietly. He forgot (again) to put away the bag of chips he had been snacking on that afternoon. He was checking the chips for staleness when he heard his mother's voice behind him. "How many times have I asked you to put away the chips when you're done with them?" Brenda demanded harshly. Alex groaned. "I'm sorry mom, really. I just ran out of the house today cause they were short of people at work and I wanted to help-" "I ASKED! HOW MANY TIMES?!!!" She screamed. Alex whimpered and lowered his head, but still growled inside at the undeserved treatment. "Like three times." He whined. His mother growled softly in her throat. "The next time I see chips out, I'm going to charge you a dollar for each chip in the bag and I'll make you count them when you get home, do you get me?" She demanded. Alex looked up with confusion. "What?" He asked, dazed at her demands. They were only chips, not that big a deal after all. "You heard me." Brenda stated, matter-of-factly. "For every chip I find, it'll cost you a dollar." "But mom, it's not that big a deal..." Alex tried to explain, in his kindest, gentlest tone, but his mother cut him off. "It is a big deal! I've asked you three times! Three times is too many!" "But mom-" "No buts! The decision is final. The next time-" Alex growled and looked up. His submissive, quiet personality faded. He had been taking shit like this for almost a year now. If he didn't put away his shoes in the right spot, he was yelled at. If he forgot to pick up something at the store for his parents, he was screamed at. If he didn't turn off the AC when told to, he was shrieked at. He had finally had it. "No." He simply stated. Brenda was shocked. "What?" "I said no. Like I said, it's no big deal." He stated flatly. His mother suddenly stepped closer to him, throwing the bag of chips on the floor. "And what if your sisters do that huh? Then I have to clean it up and after a hard day at work, I don't want to come home to a house and find..." "Oh shut up!" Alex yelled back. His mother's eyes filled with rage, but Alex was undeterred. "You whine and bitch about every tiny thing that I do wrong. The chips were out, the dishes weren't done, the toilet lid was up. But how many times have you yelled at Xavier for these same things?!? When he came home piss-headed drunk and wrecked into my truck, you didn't yell at him. When he was hanging out with his friends and was blowing up propane tanks and set himself on fire because of his stupidity, you didn't yell at him then. But when I come home from my own hard day's work and forgot to put some 99 cent potato chips away, you scream at me!!!" Brenda was taken back. She had never heard Alex yell. Never. Neither had she been so embarrassed, because she knew he was right. Her muzzle gaped slightly in shock at what she had done and she noticed that Alex was crying. His heart was broken and hers did too. She began to cry too. "Oh god, I'm sorry Alex..." She said softly and reached out to touch her son's hand. "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean to...I mean...it's just that...I mean..." Alex blinked through his tears. His mother apologizing? She had never done that. Never. He was slightly ashamed at making his mother cry, but he was damn proud of himself for finally standing up for himself. He wiped his eyes. "It's ok. It's just you have to understand. With all the responsibilities I have...I pay for everything except room and board. And what does Xavier pay for? His cell. He didn't even pay for his insurance when he had his car running. Or his gas, or his own car for that matter. You just gave him the old family car. I paid for mine by working my ass off. I fixed it when it broke and you guys yell at me about chips and dishes. Like I said, it's not a big deal." Brenda wanted to run upstairs and hide. She had never been so ashamed at something she had done. "I'm sorry Alex. Forget what I said. If you leave chips out, I'll just buy new ones. You're right, it's no big deal." She whispered and leaned heavily against the counter. Alex sighed and turned, smiling through his tears as he wondered if things would get a little better between him and his parents now. Hs stopped when he heard his mother calling his name. "Alex...I have something to ask you." She said softly. The wolf turned, wiping the last of his tears away. His mother couldn't look him in the eyes. "Am I...a horrible mother?" Brenda winced. She waited for her son to tell her "Yes, you're a horrific mother, I wish I had no mother, I wish I had no parents, you're thickheaded and dumb, you can't even control Xavier. I want someone else to be my mom." But he didn't. Alex shook his head. "No mom." Brenda's eyes lit up and she smiled. "That's the truth?" Alex nodded and looked his mom straight in the eyes from across the kitchen. "I don't lie. You know that mom." Brenda nodded. "I know." Alex turned around and walked back upstairs. Suddenly his mom was at his heels and she hurriedly ran ahead of him and grabbed a note she had put on his nightstand. Alex looked curiously at the folded paper. He hadn't noticed it when he got home. "Mom, what's that?" He asked innocently. His mother ripped the paper in half. "Nothing...j-j-just..." She stuttered. She hadn't stuttered since middle school. The emotions of just what was in that note was tearing her to pieces. "C-can I sit d-d-d-d-d-down? Alex nodded and sat down at his desk while his mother sat on his bed. She finally got a hold of herself and stopped stuttering. "Alex, I got a phone call today. Tom's parents called me and said...they said that Tom... He admitted to being a sodomite and-" "Gay mom. He's gay. Don't use that word." Alex said, steeling his will for what surely was to come. He was wondering why Tom had been trying to call him all night long. Brenda looked curiously at her son before continuing. "And they said that they supported him. They wanted to know what side I was on. Whether I was going to support him too or not, mainly because you are his best friend." She said and tore the paper in half again. "And I need to know, did you know he was....gay?" Alex swallowed hard. He had been waiting for this moment his entire life. Ever since he was in middle school and began to enter puberty, his eye had always been on other males, never on a female. He never had a steady girlfriend. Whenever she tried to turn the relationship sexual, or even tried to cuddle with him, he shied away in disgust. He thought it was his strong religious upbringing doing that, all the "run from sexual immorality stuff", but he realized later that it wasn't. Once he met Tom, that was it for him. He knew he was gay and wanted to be with Tom for the rest of his life. But he never told his parents, because he knew they would overreact like his mother did tonight to the bag of chips. But it was all going to change, starting right now. Tom's parents accepted him, so that meant he could move to Tom's if he was kicked out of the house or disowned. He needed to tell the truth as he so strongly believed in. "Yes mom. I knew." He started, waiting for that comment to sink in. His mother was about to speak when he interrupted her. "I've been his boyfriend for three years." Brenda's jaw dropped and Alex suddenly felt dizzy. "Oh shit, I'm fucked now..." He thought to himself. What would he need to grab if his father threw him out? "I'll need my cell, my box of important documents, wallet, keys, my overnight bag of clothes and- "Ok." Was all his mother said before she stood up and walked out of Alex's room. The wolf blinked hard as he watched his door shut in slow motion. With a soft click his door locked and he was alone again. Alex closed his eyes as his tears began to flow. She was ashamed of him! She hated him! She was going to disown him! He wouldn't have a family tomorrow! What the fuck was he thinking?! What the fuck was wrong with them?!?! Alex threw himself down into his pillow and wailed softly to himself. His hand shook as he reached for his phone, dialing up Thomas and bringing the phone to his ear. "Alex? Are you ok sweetheart?" His boyfriend's voice asked quickly, anticipating the worst. For once, he was right. "I told them." The wolf whispered softly. The leopard waited in tense silence before answering. "And?" Alex started to whimper. "I don't know Tom...I just don't know..." \~ \~

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Title: Tino's Rival by stinkin_weasel Tags: Cub, Elephant, Fox, Giraffe, M/M, Rhino, Scat, Wolf Tino lay on the soft grass of his master's backyard, gently pawing away at his muddy erection. His stomach was uncomfortably full and every belch brought the taste of feces back into his mouth. The three large animals that had just made use of him seemed to ignore him now. The rhino left suddenly for the house and the giraffe stepped over to Tino. He reached into his pocket and took out a small black collar. He showed the shiny gold tag on the front that read in large letters: TOILET. Tino's tail fired off at a quickening pace as he patiently waited to be branded with his new title. The giraffe looked on with pride after placing the leather collar over the fox's neck, and before Tino could yip out a response the elephant had begun to cover him up with a new diaper. He was still noticeably stained from earlier, but none of the two masters seemed to intend on cleaning him up. He couldn't have been happier. He was now a messy slave to three hunky masters, and he thought nothing in the world could mess with his mood. That is until he saw the rhino returning to the scene with a rather peculiar site. Walking on all fours next to him was another little critter, also in diaper, being dragged along with a leash that seemed bound in the same fashion as Tino. What turned out to be an adorable little wolf cub gave Tino a very unhappy glare. The others seemed to find it quite amusing, chuckling away. The little wolf looked at Tino no more than a few seconds before turning to the rhino with a cranky remark, "So this is why I haven't been fed all day?!" "Now now," the elephant said in a calm voice, "You knew we were getting a new toy, don't play the jealousy card on us!" "Hmph!" the wolf pouted in response crawling up to the new fox with a look of disapproval. Tino could only look him half in the eye, feeling somewhat bad for taking part of what was clearly the wolf's territory. The wolf sniffed at Tino's side where a particularly nasty streak of brown still stuck to his fur. To Tino's surprise instead of more pouting the second little slave chose to lap up the stain on Tino's fur. The fox blushed greatly and shivered at the tickling tongue. When the cub finished he had a bitter look on his face that looked like he was trying to hide disgust, "Great, you saved the best mess for this twerp!" The three masters said nothing, but the giraffe had a wicked smile across his face. He unlatched the buckle on his belt and to the curious looks on both slave's faces, proceeded to slip his pants off. "I knew you might find this transition a little hard kid" he said gently to the cub as he walked towards him. "I think with time though, you two can get along" he rested his hand against the wolf's chin and held it up so his smile would reach the wolf's eyes. "I knew you'd be a little upset though, so I saved you a little present!" The giraffe turned around, squatting low over the cub's muzzle. The little slave puckered up, quickly getting up on his knees to push his mouth as close as possible. The giraffe relaxed his muscles, letting out a low rasp over the wolf's nose. The slave's mouth watered with anticipation as he sniffed at the trail of stench. "You're still our little toilet too Robbie" the giraffe said calmly, bracing his legs in place as a runny light brown trail pushed its way out from behind him. The slave's mouth accepted the long strands of dung gracefully and seemed to work faster with each log the giraffe strained out. When he finished, the wolf had a strong look of relief having finally received a warm meal from one of his masters. As Tino looked on with uncomfortable silence they were ushered inside, for what he could only assume, would be a very interesting night. Later the group sat in the musty but comfortable sitting room, Tino's forehead beading with sweat as he viewed the other side of the room. The wolf softly whimpered in the rhino's lap, relieving himself of the day's meals. The rhino felt the diaper on his lap grow warmer and fuller with each passing second and it filled him with *stiffening* excitement. His cock stuck onto the cotton mass and he could feel the lining grow damp and runny. "It's sooo full master!" the pup sang as he finished off with a rippling fart. The grey beast cackled with pride at his little slave's broad display. His diaper was so full he could hardly lift himself up. He chose to just lie back onto his master, and let the big mess inside run around over his waist. Tino's own stomach grumbled as his meal seemed ready to leave and before he could even comment the other two masters were staring him down. "Not healthy to hold it in cutie!" the elephant said with a caring smile. "Ya, don't be shy now Tino, let it out for us" the giraffe chimed in, Tino now seeing that two had slipped to their cocks out to stroke as they watched him. Tino's looked shy again but followed along, letting a ripe fart blow out of his ass. The two masters chuckled as they patiently waited, allowing the little fox the time he needed to relax. In short time he finally was able to lighten his load, a thick brown mound beginning to form on the diaper just under his tail. As soon as he had started he seemed unable to stop, and a torrent of mess dropped out of his behind, filling the little cotton bundle until it was offcolor and heavy. The group let out a round of claps for the fox, the rhino grapping him softly by the shoulders as he whispered "Meal time!" into his ears. The group made their way into the dining room quickly, Tino letting out a little surprise as his diaper was quickly stripped off of him. The wolf sat next to him as they got to the table, the two still scoffing each other down until their diapers were suddenly thrust in front of them. "Ok boys," the giraffe called out in cheerfully, "Time to try each other's cooking!" As they looked down they quickly found the meaning to their master's words, realizing they would both be forced to eat the other's 'meal'. Tino sniffed at the lump of slimy brown logs dishearteningly, giving a sour but hopeful smile to his new masters. The stench radiating off of it was more than off-putting and he couldn't help but feel outshined as his 'new found friend' looked eagerly at his own bundle, eager to impress. "What's the matter foxy?" the young wolf boasted as he tickled his muzzle around the pile in front of him, lifting up once his nose was a dirty brown, "Is my shit too strong for you to handle?" The comment nearly offended Tino, after all he managed to choke down the brunt of what his two masters had offered, but then again feeding from *them* was a pleasure. The little fox scoffed and pulled up his bundle closer. Rival or no rival it was still a warm meal. A pleasurable sigh radiated off his masters as they watched him stuff a good pile of it sloppily into his mouth. A chestnutty hew of brown dripped down over his chin, making his fur feel thicker with muck than before. Despite the rivalry that caused a bit of a strain between the two he couldn't help but admit, the wolfy's shit was wonderfully repulsive. His master's gaze temporarily seemed locked onto their little pup so he took the chance to quickly smear some of the foul wolfscat over his now throbbing cock. The wolf in question was busy scarfing down fox shit like he hadn't eaten in weeks, a sloppy murmur of enjoyment accompanying his chews. He wanted to hate the wolf for the little bastard he was, but he had to admit, he was quite the adorable little shit eater. The little wolf finally let out a deep breath as he finished Tino's 'offering'. With a loud belch he looked over directly at the fox and actually surprised him with a smile, "I guess I can at least admit, you make some pretty tasty shit!" The wolf licked his fingers clean as Tino looked away in a blush. He now felt the sudden need to impress the wolf back, and with a quick deep breath proceeded to pull the whole diaper in his paws over his face. The thick waste fell over his eyes, nose and lips in a horrible slush, and at first he gagged before forcing it all down. The elephant stepped over as he intently watched Tino eating away, sighing as he let a long needed stream of piss drain out over the busy fox. He continued to finish up the bit of dung he had left, squinting as he kept getting washed in elephant piss. He dropped the soaking bundle suddenly as he felt a nip at his ear turning to see the little wolf curled next to him, teasing him with his mouth and paws. His voice lingered in Tino's ear as it whispered in between a long tickling lick, "Sorry I gave you such a cold welcome...guess I got a little jealous." Tino smiled faintly, leaning into the wolf's groping paw between his legs, "Ahh-ye-yeah, as you can see-" Tino stopped, interrupted as the elephant pushed his spraying cockhead right up to his lips. The wolf giggled watching Tino gulp down the rest of their master's piss, "Yeah you're right...guess sharing can be kinda fun!" The wolf snuggled closer to Tino, his paw fondling the little fox knot, "The name's Robbie, and I guess I'm your little toilet brother now!" Tino mumbled in response, wishing to give a friendly reply but unable to as his master pushed his long shaft in and out of his throat. Robbie let go of Tino's body, allowing him to give himself completely over to their master. Instead he crept around behind the large elephant and softly spread apart his firm cheeks. His only hesitation was to take a longing look at the rippled pink hole before burying his face into his master's backside, making sure to reach every inch of it with his sticky stained tongue. The two slaves smelled horribly ripe as they pleasured their master, having both spent the day bathing and feeding in shit without a single chance of washing up. Whatever part of the elephant's body touched either of his sluts quickly formed streaks and stains, and the other two masters quickly came round to join the group, lost in the thick powerful scent. The rhino stepped up to Robbie in a frenzied excitement, gripping his dirty tail to hoist his rump in the air. He rubbed the tip of his cock against the messy hole until it had a nice brown coat, "Mmm, that's the stuff!" The giraffe was now on the other side, following suit with Tino. "If either of you have anything left up in there, now would be the time to use it!" Without hesitation the two canine toilets grunted and pushed for whatever they could find left in their bodies, and with a little bit of patience, both masters were treated to long strands of shit to rub over their shafts. "My fave kind of lube!" the rhino beckoned with glee, starting to push his sleek muddy member up Robbie's ass. The little wolf whimpered at the tickling sting rushing through him with the greasy slide. The rhino was always rough with his pray and he left the poor wolf none of the comfort the giraffe gave Tino. The giraffe's cock was softly slipping in and out of the fox with a delightful squishing, the details of Tino's fresh crap smeared against his thighs. He panted deeper and deeper the more he thrust, the warm slimy rump quickly forcing out his climax. Before long he was forced to hump up in a seizing grunt, a long squirt of cum shooting up into Tino's rear. Before long he could hear the hefty rhino grunting out nearby, a slippery gurgling sound coming from the cub's rear end as it filled with cum. When he pulled out a long strand of thick goo followed him pouring out of the little hole that hardly fit him to begin with. With two out of three finished, both slaves moved their lips eagerly against the last master's shaft. With expertise they trailed their little tongues along, barely just starting before an eruption of elephant seed hit them both square in the face. They both chuckled and moaned out merrily together, cuddling up together in their piles of filth as their masters looked on at them with a loving glow. Later as their master's slept they finally had their end of day shower, happy to be able to at least sleep in a clean state. The wolf sighed as he rubbed soap gently against his loosened ass, Tino noticing his fingers slipping in more than once. He turned to face the fox with a gentle smile, rubbing his small paw against the limp fox cock. The smooth paw pads already started to stiffen the shaft before he dipped down and covered Tino's shaft in his mouth. He lay back against the shower wall as the wolf worked at his cock, getting him fully aroused before turning to lean his butt up against him. "Tino, I'm still really horny...would you, like to fuck me?!" Tino gripped at the wolf's waist, caressing the shape of his young body, before thrusting himself in. The wolf whimpered in his usual adorable tone, pawing at himself as his toilet brother buried his shaft into him. The water continued to fall from the shower, cleaning the two little cuties as they yiffed on into the night. 

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Title: A Beautiful Wish Ch. 02 Tags: genie, wish, busty **Chapter 2: Song of the New Day** Light poured in through George's bedroom window and splashed directly across his face. He had tried to fight the growing realization that he was awake by covering himself with a pillow and willing himself back into a dream with Dawn. But he eventually gave up, and picked himself up off the bed. He looked around hopefully, but she was no where to be found. The mood enhancing candles and furnishings were gone, and back were his normal every day, run-of-the-mill stuff. His clothing piled out of his closet, and his various knick-knacks and books were strewn about the floor like usual. He let out a heavy sigh as he lay back on his bed. Just the night before, he had experienced a dream so vivid that he was uncertain it was actually a dream. He dreamed of a beauty created just for him, who could grant him any sexual wish he could imagine. He had named her Dawn. But Dawn was gone, as was any evidence that she had ever been there. He felt a sudden sense of loss as he remembered the things she had said to him in her sweet breathy voice. She had told him it was her purpose to love him unconditionally, to make all his dreams come true. The realization that she didn't exist made him tear up. But then he felt very pathetic laying there, trying to hold on to a dream. He chastised himself for letting his fantasies get the better of him. But even still, it was the best dream he ever had. Seeing that it was getting to be two in the afternoon, George got up and strode to the bathroom. He paused, something was not right. He suddenly realized that he was completely naked. George never went to sleep naked. He had always been a sweat pants and t-shirt kind of guy. He stood their confused for a moment before his self-consciousness took over and he felt compelled to clothe himself. He looked around for something clean to wear, which was no easy feat, when he caught his reflection in the mirror over his dresser. His eye, which had been so whimsically healed by Dawn in his dream, had not gone back to the puffy shiner that Rocko had left him. Then he heard something coming from downstairs. It sounded like someone was singing. He thought that it could be his mother, but she wasn't supposed to be home until Monday. He reached for a pair of old gray sweat pants and threw them on along with a dark blue t-shirt. He crept out of his room to find the source of the music. He proceeded quietly down the stairs as he followed the song. It was soft and serene, almost ethereal. He couldn't shake the feeling that he wasn't actually hearing it. He thought he could feel it, like it was echoing through his mind. There were no words, they couldn't have done the voice justice. He reached the living room and the source of the song. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks. There, in the far corner of the room next to an old cabinet, was Dawn. She was examining the various photos that covered the top of the cabinet as she sang happily to herself. She was wearing one of George's white formal dress shirts, which was much too big for her. The sleeves hung down past her delicate fingers and the collar encompassed both her slender neck and her bare right shoulder. Below, she wore a pair of George's boxers which she had rolled up to be as tight as possible across her perfect, heart-shaped bottom. Further down was a pair of long socks pulled up to her knees with two blue bands around the top. Dawn continued to sing, oblivious to George's presence. She bent forward at the waist to pick up a framed picture, her hands still inside the over-sized sleeves. Her hair fell forward and she brushed it behind her ear with a single graceful movement. She gazed at the photo wistfully as she sang. Just like she had the first time George saw her, she managed to leave him completely speechless. He could only observe as his perfect woman examined her surroundings serenely. The notion occurred to him that he should get out of there. He still couldn't believe she was real, his mind couldn't grasp the concept. He thought that maybe he was going crazy. He didn't know what to do, but he could only imagine how awkward it would be if she turned and found him there staring at her. He moved to go back upstairs so that he could think about what to do next, when he bumped into a lamp sitting on an end table. George reacted quickly to catch it but it still made a tremendous amount of noise as the lampshade crumpled in his large hands. He looked over at Dawn like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. She met his nervous gaze with a happy smile on her pretty face. "I uh, I wasn't listening or anything," he stammered, "I was just um, on my way to the kitc..." Before he could finish, Dawn had bounded across the room and flung her arms around him. She caught George completely off-guard, and knocked him on his back with a loud crash. She landed on top of him and kissed him deeply. Her bright, honey colored hair fell around him, and her sleeve encased hands rest on his shoulders. George couldn't think, he could no longer hear that voice inside him that told him to be cautious and timid. He could only hold her tightly and kiss her back. Eventually, she broke from the kiss and looked at him with her happy, unguarded eyes, "Good mor... I mean afternoon Master." He was still reeling from all that had transpired. "Are... are you real?" he pleaded. She gave him another sweet kiss, "This feels real to me, Master." "Yeah, but are you really real, and not some dream?" said George. She tilted her head and smiled in amusement, "I suppose I am a dream in one sense. I was created to your specifications to be everything you need in a partner, and those specifications were taken from your subconscious. But beyond that, I am very much flesh and blood, just like you." He let out a sigh and sat up so that she was sitting on his lap, "I'm sorry, that wasn't what I meant..." "You mean, am I going to disappear and leave you all alone?" she finished. George nodded, his eyes downcast. "No Master. Unless you wish it, I will never keep my heart from you." He nodded. Still unsure of how he was going to handle her. "Alright, Dawn. And, you can call me George." "I am sorry Ma... I mean George," she rolled her eyes at her blunder. "It is just that, calling a Master by name goes against my subservient nature. Names have power, and by giving me permission to use your name you are allowing me a certain amount of freedom beyond what is typically acceptable between a master and slave." "Do you really believe that you are a slave?" he asked. "Well, I admit that you do not treat me like a slave. But the magic that binds me to you demands that I always be ready to follow your every command. And when I use your name I feel like I am your equal rather than your servant." George could tell that she was a bit distressed over the subject of where they stood with each other. He wasn't sure where this relationship was going, but he was certain that he didn't want her to be his slave. To George, that would make him no better than a guy like Rocko. He pulled her close to him and hugged her tightly. Listen to me Dawn," he said as he stroked her silky hair, "I've never wanted a slave. I am no more a Master of you, than you are of me. if you really aren't going to disappear..." "I will not," she said quickly. "I believe you," he amended, "Then our relationship is going to have to be way more than you fulfilling all of my sexual wishes. I'm sorry if I'm not cooperating with your whole master/slave thing, but I couldn't live with myself if I treated you that way. So, please call me George. And when that nagging voice inside says that you don't deserve to, ignore it, because it's wrong. Okay?" Dawn didn't answer, she just buried her face in his neck. He could feel her breathing become labored and the collar of his shirt dampen. She was crying again. He held her even tighter. He wanted to say something that would put the issue to rest, but he could think of nothing. Instead, he focused on her weight on top of him and the wonderful feeling of the two of them together. Finally, he heard her say something, but it was too muffled for him to understand it. "What did you say, Dawn?" he asked. Dawn pulled away a little so that she could look at him. He understood what she had said immediately, it was written all over her face. She loved him. Her eyes, the colors of a sunrise, spoke volumes. They were slightly puffy from her tears, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, or their meaning any less sincere. She began to vocalize what her eyes had already told him, but he stopped her. He was afraid that her feelings were being coerced by the magical attachments between them. "Wait Dawn, don't say it." "Why not?" she whispered. "I... I don't know. I'm just... not ready for that." She looked down and nodded. "Very well. Um... would it be alright if I called you Master on occasion? I know that I will have trouble remembering to call you George." "I don't really mind if you call me Master, I just don't want you to feel like you have to. How about this, you can call me George in public or when we are just talking, but if you want to call me Master in private, you can do that too." "Aww, you are not making this easy on me, George," she whined. He shrugged. "Sorry, this is kinda new for me. It's not everyday that a beautiful woman wants to call me Master." She gave him a sudden quick kiss. George couldn't suppress a grin. "What was that for," he asked. "That was for telling me that you think I am beautiful. And for your benevolence. You are unlike any master I have ever heard of." He scratched his head nervously, "I guess. I mean, it's no big deal, really." "As you say. I appreciate your kindness, nonetheless." "Alright well, I'm starving. Let's get some breakf... I mean lunch." They both laughed a bit and stood up. Dawn wiped her eyes on her sleeves. George had to stretch, as his legs had gone a little numb from his position on the floor. While he stretched he took the opportunity to admire Dawn's outfit again. She looked like the embodiment of the sex kitten, and when he remembered some of the fun they had the night before, he couldn't help but get hard again. "By the way, I love your outfit," said George. Her expression brightened immediately, "I knew you would. I woke about an hour before you did and I wanted to look pleasing for you. I took this ensemble from one of your more pleasant fantasies." George laughed heartily at her premeditated attempts at turning him on. "Well, I'll admit that I've been fighting an urge to give you a little smack on the behind." She gasped in mock astonishment, "You mean this behind?" She turned around and bent at the hips, like she had done when she didn't know anyone was watching, and braced herself against the back of the couch. "You know that is very wrong of you. You should not be thinking about taking advantage of such a sweet and innocent looking girl. It does not matter that you made her a woman the night before, nor does it matter that she wants you to. You should be ashamed of yourself for wanting to take advantage of her affection for you." George was floored by her sudden change in tone, but couldn't deny how sexy she was. He stepped up behind her and gripped her by the hips. She gave him another playful gasp. "Oh my! You are really going to do it! That is so bad, so wrong." George laughed again and gave her a light playful smack. He let his hand linger on her ass and rubbed all around her curves. Then he let his hand sink between her legs to rub her pussy through her boxers. "Oh no, now look what you are doing. You are touching this poor girl's sore but not nearly fucked enough pussy. All she wanted to do was walk around the house in her man's clothing and day dream about the greatest night of her life. Now it looks like she might get taken over the back of this couch!" "You mean the only night of your life," added George. He slipped his thumbs underneath the rolled up waistband and pulled them down. "But George, we are in the living room. You cannot just come up behind sexy girls, grab them by the hips, bend them over, and then fuck them senseless in the living room. Someone could walk in and see your big cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy. What would the neighbors think?" She was really hamming it up, but she didn't move. George pulled her shorts down to her knees and then pulled down his sweat pants enough so that his rock hard cock was free. He rubbed the head around her lips of her wet pussy and did his best to tease her. "You know what I think? I think you dressed this way on purpose. I don't think you are nearly as innocent as you say." George pushed in and Dawn gasped for real this time. He went in slowly, still afraid of hurting her. But she was wet enough, so he increased his speed. He slid inside her again and again, fucking her hard and fast. She tried to continue talking the whole time, but she was having trouble with the intense pounding. "No, no! What would her... parents think! They worked... so hard... to raise her right! She... is a good girl... oh!" She flung her hair back over her shoulders and cried out. As her orgasm approached, she lost her ability to keep making sentences and just started shouting, "So wrong! So bad! So good! She needs it! She should fight! Oh no! She... she..." She started shaking and screaming as the pleasure washed over her. Her knees buckled and she would have collapsed if George hadn't been holding her hips tightly. He paused to let her recover. But he was soon back to his previous tempo. He felt his own orgasm approaching rapidly. She resumed her role-play. "Oh no, you are going to cum soon! You will probably cum inside her! And without protection! You could get her pregnant you know! Is that what you want, you want to get this pretty young thing knocked up? This is so unfair. All she wanted was to be a little sexy and now she is going to get a load of cum right up into her womb. Oh, George! Do it! Cum inside me!" George couldn't take any more. He didn't know if it was just the vigorous nature of the encounter, or the talk about getting her pregnant. But he had never cum so hard in his life. He felt like he was cumming in quarts, yet none escaped her hungry pussy. It pulled and squeezed like it was trying to devour him. Finally, he finished cumming. He pulled out his deflating cock and stumbled backwards, only to fall on the carpet with another loud crash. Dawn collapsed next to him. They were both out of breath and sweating through their clothing. George couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, his pants around his thighs, his sticky cock hanging out, laying next to a smoking hot genie with her shorts hanging on her knees. Her over-sized shirt had fallen open with one of her large breasts exposed. They looked at each other, and they both laughed at the state of things. "So, what was it we were supposed to be doing?" asked George. "I am not sure, but I think it might have had something to do with you making me lunch," said Dawn smiling. "Oh really?" he grinned. She crawled over to him, her shorts still around her knees and said, "Yep, and you said you were going to make it good because it is going to be my first meal, ever." He kissed her, "Well, what are we waiting for. Lets get you fat and happy!" He had always liked that phrase. His dad had used it all the time before he died. The sudden memory of his long dead father brought him down from his euphoric high and he realized just how disheveled the both of them had become. "Hey Dawn, can I wish for us to be refreshed and clean so that we can enjoy a delicious lunch without feeling gross? He felt the tingle again. "Yes, I can do that." "Sweet, do it. I suppose a shower would suffice, but I don't want to put off lunch any longer seeing as how dinner is coming up rather quickly." "Aww, a shower sounds like fun," she whined. Tingle. Flash. Both of them were instantly clean and rested, like nothing had ever happened. In fact, his clothes were actually cleaner then when he had first put them on. "Have I told yet how amazing you are?" he asked. "Not today," she said sweetly. "Well come on, I'll tell you over lunch." He stood up first and then helped her to her feet. George scoured the kitchen for anything that might resemble a meal. His mother wasn't joking when she had asked him to go food shopping. There was nothing really easy to make, nor was anything particularly enticing. Eventually, he decided that he would make as much as he knew how and hope she liked something. He started with some grilled chicken and a few spices, then put on some packaged noodles. The smells wafting from the chicken delighted Dawn to no end, and George had to hold her hair back to prevent it from catching fire a couple of times, as she bent low over the stove to get a good whiff. As George cooked, Dawn moved around the kitchen, picked up every pot, utensil, and gadget, and examined it gleefully. Her favorite by far was the blender. She found a couple of oranges, an apple, a few grapes, and proceeded to blend the hell out of them. But she forgot the lid. One of the grapes shot across the room and bounced down the hall. Dawn chased after it, but she left the blender on and more bits of shredded fruit flew all over the walls and ceiling. In a panic, George tried to cover the opening with his hands. But not before he got a face full of orangey, applely, grapey goop. When Dawn returned from her epic chase, the rogue grape safely trapped in her delicate fingers, her exuberance changed to hysterical laughter at the sight of George's awkward state over the blender. George just rolled his eyes as he waited for her to finish. He thought that the sound of her laughing was particularly divine, even if she was laughing at him. Eventually, she turned off the blender. Then she gave George a kiss on the cheek where a large blob had landed, and sucked it in. The realization that she hadn't peeled the oranges or de-cored the apple hit her almost immediately. She swallowed it, but proceeded to make disgusted faces until the taste left her. After the battle with the blender, Dawn continued her tour of the kitchen. If anything was edible, she took a nibble and proceeded to describe the sensations in every detail. George watched her from the stove. Her unending delight in the seemingly mundane amused him greatly. She knew what everything was and what everything was supposed to do or taste like. But the experience of those items was what she lacked, and she took it all in hungrily. He also noticed that Dawn had the uncanny knack of discovering which example of any group of like items was the best and why. Dawn's curiosity finally abated, and she returned to George's side. "Can I help?" she asked happily. "Sure, babe," he handed her a large plastic spoon, "stir those noodles for me. Yeah, like that. Keep it going until most of the water is gone." "Okay. Babe," she said heavily. "Oh sorry," he laughed nervously, "That just sort of slipped out. My... nothing, sorry." "It is quite fine, George. What were you going to say?" "Nothing, its not important," he said shortly. "Oh please, George. Do not do that. Tell me, tell me. Please!" said Dawn in mock anguish. "Well, it's just... my Dad used to call my Mom that all the time. It was his pet name for her I think." "Oh," she said in quiet astonishment. "What did your Mother call him?" "You're going to laugh at me." "I would never. However, if you do not tell me, I may not be able to stop a few of these noodles from landing in your hair." She pulled out a particularly large noodle and placed it gingerly along the top of his head. "You see George, the rebellion begins." "Okay, Okay! She called him Hotstuff." Dawn brightened, "Aww, they sound cute together." "Yeah, they were inseparable. My mom told me that, when they first started dating, she was in college a couple states away. He was some hotshot new lawyer in a big time law firm. But he quit his job so he could move closer to her." "That is so romantic!" she squealed. "Now I know where you get it from." "Nah, he was the master. He would make out with her right in the middle of a mall, or when we were out at dinner. The man had no shame." "Shame is overrated. I bet your mother went weak in the knees when he did that." "She would complain a little, but you could tell she was into it." He flipped the chicken, "Good times, good times." "George." "Yeah Dawn?" "You can call me babe if you want to." George's stomach did a back flip. He wasn't use to someone being so nice to him so easily and the feeling was slightly uncomfortable. But it felt good too. However, all the talk about his father had given him the sudden urge to change the subject. "So where did that little role play come from?" he asked. Dawn said, "It just came to me all of a sudden. Did you like it?" "Surprisingly, yes. I had never really thought about getting a girl pregnant before, but it was... hot." She stirred the noodles absentmindedly. The look on her face suggested that she was thinking very hard about something. Finally she said, "I think part of me really wants to be taken advantage of." "Well that doesn't sound that surprising," said George, "you did say that it was in your nature to be subservient." "Right, but being subservient just means that I would be below you like a slave or an underling. This is different. It is like I want to be independent and capable and strong around you, but I also want to be made to accept my place as your personal whore... Oh, sorry, pardon my language." George laughed and said, "Liking sex doesn't make you a whore." "It doesn't?" she asked hopefully. "Of course not. Being a whore implies that you gave up your integrity to get what you want. All you've done is use sex to show affection. If that's not the most noble usage of sex, then I don't know what is." "That is true I suppose. Thank you George." She hugged him tightly, forgetting her job of stirring the noodles. "Besides, I already have what I want." Dawn continued, "The part about you taking advantage of me was mostly my idea, although I had a feeling you would enjoy seeing an innocent girl in a less then favorable position. As for the part about getting me pregnant, part of my makeup leads me to believe that you would like the idea of having children." "Well, like I said, I haven't ever really thought about it. To be honest, I was starting to worry that I would never have any opportunities." Suddenly he realized that they hadn't taken any precautions to prevent her from actually getting pregnant. "Can you... uh... you know?" "Can I get knocked-up? Only if you wish it. But since I was created for you, and you desire to have children, it is a part of me as well." "What does that mean, that you were created for me? Who created you? And why?" George asked. He had many questions about her abilities, but wasn't quite sure how to ask about them. "Sorry George, I guess I have been rather vague about myself. I will explain everything, do not worry." She tilted her head slightly, and her face squashed up as she thought. "Where should I start?" she thought out loud. "Well, so far, all I know is that you can grant all of my sexual wishes, you have a great voice, you're really intelligent and intuitive, you like fat guys, you want children, and you're smoking hot. Other than that, I'm pretty much in the dark. Why don't you just start at the beginning and we'll go from there." "Ah, the beginning. The perfect place to start." She added laughing, "And I do not like fat guys, thank you very much. I like one guy who is big and strong and nice and makes me cum very hard. Anything else is purely coincidence. What was I saying?" "The beginning." "Oh yes, thank you. My story begins many years ago, sometime during the height of the Persian Empire. My mother was a young and beautiful tar player who fell in love with an aging nobleman. He courted her outside of marriage, and I was the result of their union. But my father was old, and less than thrilled at the prospect of an illegitimate son." "Wait, hold on, time out! Are you telling me you're a dude?" he asked worried. "No George, no! Dear me no. I was born a boy, yes, but once I was turned into a Genie servant I ceased to be that person and became raw potential. You saw it as a pink glowing mist." "Are you sure?" he said with a raised eyebrow. "Well I was..." she dragged out, "but as my Master, you are welcome to check if you like." She adopted a playful grin. George wasn't really worried that she was a boy. He felt like he understood what she had been saying up to that point. But he wasn't going to turn down an invitation to check. He dropped the fork he was using to prod the chicken and moved behind her. He reached up and squeezed her big perky breasts playfully through her shirt. She gasped, "Hey mister! Those are mine," she said in mock anger. She made no move to stop him. "Nuh uh, they're mine. You're just holding them for me," he laughed. He reached down and rubbed her mound through her shorts as he ground his erection into her perfect butt. She bent a little to meet him. "H, hey. I am trying not to burn these noodles," she said weakly. She leaned her head back against his shoulder. He reached up and brushed her hair aside so that he could nuzzle her neck. George was enjoying they're closeness. Perky breasts and tight butt aside, he really liked being together with her. He kissed her neck tenderly and moved his hands underneath her shirt to rest them on her flat stomach. "Mmm," she moaned. Dawn reached up with one hand and ran her fingers through George's dark hair; the other struggled to keep stirring the noodles. After about a minute of wandering touches and sweet kisses, Dawn said softly, "I really like this. I like being here with you, like this." "Me too," was all he could manage. Dawn turned so that she could kiss him properly. "So? Are you satisfied?" she asked with a smile. "Not even a little bit. But I do believe that you are not a boy." "Well that is a relief," she said jokingly. The two exchanged a look of mutual enchantment. George was embarrassed, and his first inclination was to look away, but he suppressed the urge quickly. For the first time in a very long while, George was completely happy. He embraced the feeling and let it take him over. Suddenly, the chicken started spitting and sizzling differently to signify that it was done. George was snapped from his reverie and turned his attention to their food. "Chicken's done. How are those noodles coming?" "Nothing brown. Is that a good sign?" she asked. They both leaned in to confirm that the noodles were ready. When they're faces were mere inches away, Dawn turned and gave George a quick kiss on his cheek. George's stomach did another back-flip. "Um, good job babe, now go into that cupboard up there, no the other one, right, and get a couple of plates. Split the noodles evenly and I'll add the chicken." The two sat down next to each other at the breakfast table and dug in. To George's amazement, the food was actually better than he had ever made it before. "Wow, this is better than I remember. What the heck did I do to it?" Dawn devoured the noodles quickly, moaning in appreciation. She then started in on the chicken more slowly but with no less adulation. "It was part of your wish. You wanted us clean so that we could enjoy a delicious lunch together. Anyway, what was I saying before?" asked Dawn. George was slightly alarmed. He'd have to be more careful with his wishes if she was going to read so far into them. "Uh, boy," he said finally. "Right, thank you. My father was powerful, and imagined a plot by my mother to blackmail him. Much of his fortune had already been bled dry by his excessive gambling anyway. He was angry, at me and my mother. In a drunken rage, he tossed me from a balcony into a nearby alley." "That's terrible," said George somberly. "Agreed. I survived the fall, but I was damaged beyond saving. Naturally, my mother was quite upset, and ran through the streets looking for a healer who could set me right. But each one turned her down, as it was clear to all but my mother that I did not have long. Eventually, her cries were heard by a sorcerer, who saw an opportunity to gain the favor of a beautiful young woman. He knew of no spell that could save me directly. However, he did know of one that could summon a Major Genie. In exchange for performing the extremely difficult and costly incantation, she would be required to become the sorcerer's wife. She agreed, and the sorcerer cast the spell. When the Genie appeared and listened to my mother's plea, he was so moved by her selflessness and willingness to give anything for the life of her child that he offered her a bargain instead. In exchange for me, he would grant my mother one wish, any wish that she could imagine." "Wow, one wish. Anything you could dream of," marveled George. "So, what did she wish for?" He had stopped eating and sat on the edge of his seat as he listened to Dawn's tale. Dawn reached for his hand and held it tightly. She gazed lovingly deep down into him. "She wished, that no matter what my fate may be, that I be happy, blessed, and most of all, that I be truly loved, for as long as I live." George was taken aback. "Out of all the things she could have wished for, all the money and power, eternal life even, and she used her one wish on you?" Dawn nodded. "That's... that's awesome," he said quietly. "When the Major Genie heard my mother's wish, he granted it with pleasure. He told my mother that I was going away for a while, but that I would return one day when someone who would be capable of giving me that life emerged. They would be courageous, cunning, kind, loyal, just, adventurous, and would show me a perfect love. Just like the love I would give them in return. As she turned me over to the Genie, she sang to me one last time. Inspired, the Genie made sure that the one who would someday open my vessel would know that song. That I would not appear until the song was played again on my mother's tar." "And you think, that I'm that person?" She nodded. George didn't know what to say. While he was impressed with Dawn's story, and her mother's wish, he had trouble believing that he was the one who could meet the conditions of Dawn's vessel. He must have stayed quiet for too long because Dawn interrupted his funk. "George, what are you thinking?" "I was just thinking that your vessel made a mistake." Appalled, she asked, "Why would you say that, George?" "Well, I mean, sure I know the song, but I'm not anyone special. I'm just, just..." "Just George." "Yeah." "And if you were any other way, the vessel would not have opened for you. A wish is a wish, as long as the proper conditions are met and it is worded carefully, the effects are unlimited and absolute." "I still think the vessel is a bit premature. I mean, I've never been particularly courageous or adventurous." "I do not believe you give yourself enough credit. You may not show all of those qualities now, but you will. Otherwise, you would never have known the song needed to open the vessel." George sighed, "You may not believe this Dawn, but I'm kind of a loser. I wasn't on the honor roll, I wasn't captain of the football team, I've never left the country, I've never had a girlfriend. Hell, I've only had one friend in my entire life." "All those things may be true, but that doesn't make you a loser. Timid, maybe. Unlucky, more likely. But please do not call yourself a loser." "Yeah, well, you're biased." She laughed. "You got me there." George still wasn't convinced, but decided to drop the subject. He didn't like talking about his qualities or his shortcomings. "So, what happened to your mother?" "I do not know for sure. The Genie did not impart to me any more knowledge of my family. Nor do I know anything about the sorcerer. But, I like to believe that my mother led a long and happy life. Maybe her descendants still live on somewhere." She stared off into the distance and wore a faraway look. "Do you miss her?" asked George. "Not really, I did not know her for longer than a few hours. But she seemed to be a good person, and I am thankful that she loved me enough to want to save me. I think I would have liked to have known her. But I am with you now, the one who would make my mother's wish come true. I have no regrets." George thought that he should say something that would console her. But she didn't seem to be upset at all. The memory of her long dead parent wasn't some weight that held her down like it did George. It made him remember his father, and curse his own weakness. "So, that instrument, it's called a tar?" "Yes, a Persian tar to be more precise. It is a precursor to your modern guitar actually." "Lucky for me it plays almost the same way. So you were inside that thing for..." George did some figuring in his head, "over two thousand years?" "Yes. But the passage of time is not felt inside the vessel. Nor did I have any knowledge of the outside world. It is difficult to explain." "So, you only know what the Major Genie wanted you to know?" "Almost. I also have a basic understanding of the world, as told through your experience. Once you opened the vessel, certain types of knowledge where imparted to me. For instance: language, customs, technology, mathematics, and history. Of course, there are still a few blank spots. Slang, for starters." George laughed, "That's gonna be fun. So, why did this genie make you into a genie servant? I mean, why didn't he just make you healthy, so you could live with your mother?" Dawn stopped eating to think. "That's a good question. Genies can be prone to doing things on a whim just like humans can be. And their whims tend to have more of an impact on the world. However, in this case, I am not so sure it was just a whim." "What do you mean?" "It is...difficult to explain. I have this feeling that you were chosen for more than just fulfilling my mother's wish. As wonderful as you are, I am sure that another could have come before you. Perhaps the major genie required that I be in this time. I wonder..." George wondered along with her. "Maybe... maybe something happened to your vessel, and it was lost." "That is a very remote possibility. The magic of the vessel is extremely powerful, if limited in it's scope." She wondered for a bit longer, but eventually gave up with a shrug. "It is probably nothing. If it was truly important, my creator would given me the knowledge." "Alright, so you were in the vessel for two thousand some-odd years, and then I released you?" "Exactly," Dawn said as she chewed, "when you played the tune, you released my essence, my incorporeal form, which is raw potential at that point. I had no thoughts or senses, only the need to find a Master. Part of the magic of the Genie's vessel is to facilitate a Genie's intended owner in actually receiving the Genie's essence. This mostly means that you needed to be alone and safe. Once I was free, I took on the physical and mental characteristics that would make me you're ideal partner." "My perfect woman huh?" said George. "Well, I would not presume so much as to say I am perfect. But as far as you are concerned, I am nothing more or less than exactly what you need at any given moment." "So that's what you mean when you say you are created to my specifications?" "Yes," she said simply. "But I didn't even know what my ideal match would be until I met you." Dawn leaned over and kissed him quickly, "Then you are pleased?" The meaning of what he had just said struck him. "Dawn, so far I couldn't be more pleased." She flashed a delightful smile as she giggled nervously. "Thank you very much George. But you are right, because your experience with love had not gone beyond longing, I was forced to dig deeper into your desires then is normal. Most of what I am has come from your subconscious. And I had to fill in the gaps when there was something that had never even occurred to you on any level. It is possible that there may be a few things about me that you are initially put off by. But as we spend more time together I will learn more about what you want and need, and you can always make a wish if you prefer that I act differently." "Let's not do that. That seems pretty unfair to you. Everyone deserves the right make a few mistakes." Dawn didn't say anything. She took a few more bites of her food and George could see that she was having trouble keeping her smile in check. Eventually, Dawn asked, "George, if you don't mind me asking, how did you come upon my vessel?" George ate his food as he spoke. "I found it at my work. I was cleaning up so I could go home for the day when I found this weird looking guitar sitting right out in the open. I figured somebody left it behind on accident, so I was going to bring it with me on Monday to try and give it back. Fat chance of that happening now." "You could if you wanted to," she added, "I am not tied to the vessel anymore now that I am bonded to you. So someone else having the tar would make little difference." "Well that's good to know," he chortled. "But what I meant was, I'm not going to give you up to whoever owned the thing before, even if they were some Major Genie." She smiled happily, "Thanks, Hotstuff!" George rolled his eyes again. "But seriously, George, you do not know how happy it makes me to hear you say that. You really do not know what it means to have control of a genie servant, do you?" "I guess not. If I'm doing something wrong you'll correct me right?" "That is what I am talking about George. Do you not see? You cannot do wrong by me. Whatever you think is correct is what is correct. My affection for you will never change no matter how you treat me," she sounded a bit exasperated. "I understand what you're saying, but if I can't do anything to upset you or hurt you, can I really do anything to make you happy? I mean... I'm trying to say... is what you and I feeling real if it can't be contested?" She thought for a moment before answering, "I am afraid I cannot speak for you George. As for me, I know how I feel, and it feels real. That is all I need. And there is no other way that I can be, so we might as well accept that I will always feel this way." She moved closer to him and looked up at him with her gorgeous eyes, "Is that not comforting? Is that not what true love is?" George looked away feeling embarrassed. "I'm sorry Dawn, I'm just not used to this type of thing being so easy. You were right when you said that I haven't had much luck with women." "There is no need to be sorry. I am not your typical woman in any case. And besides, I know what you really mean. I feel similar. I was not prepared to find out that my Master would treat me so well. If you like, I can give you some advice." "Yeah, please do." "Thank you. I have not known you long, but I can tell what kind of person you are. If it is your desire to make me happy, just as it is mine to make you happy, then you are doing a very good job. You should do what you think is right by you. And if that means making me feel like the luckiest girl on earth," she placed the back of her hand on her forehead in an exaggerated woe-is- me pose, "then I am prepared to bear that burden." George couldn't help but laugh. "And George, remember that we've known each other less then 24 hours. Many of these questions will be sorted out in time." She smiled and finished eating her food. "This was really great by the way. Thank you very much for lunch." She hugged him again. "You helped. What do you think you want to do for dinner?" "I do not know," she thought out loud, "There is so much I have not even tasted." "I think I might have an idea. My Mom has an account with a local sandwich shop that delivers. She often gets food for me and my sisters from there and charges her account. I know the owner, he won't mind if I use the account too. Does that sound good?" "That sounds great! Do they have any fruit?" asked Dawn excitedly. "Yeah, they actually make really great smoothies there. I bet they even have one with apples, oranges, and grapes. Sans peels and cores of course." "Ooh, you said that with great significance," she said. She smiled wryly as she pointed a finger at him. "I'm just saying," laughed George, "Okay, I'll go order for us." He called the sandwich shop and ordered four different kinds of sandwiches, two large soups, a smoothie for each of them, and some bread for dipping. He wanted to have a large enough spread so that she could try lots of different things. He thought about how strange it was to enjoy himself so much. Even mundane actions like eating seemed like an adventure around her. Everything felt new and exciting. He hadn't felt so alive since he was a child. George returned to the kitchen to find Dawn still sitting in her chair. Something was different about her though. She was facing him, her perfectly shaped thighs clamped together. Her back arched, and she thrust her breasts forward. George could see a bit more cleavage peaking through the top of her over-sized dress shirt. She held on to the bottom of her chair with her arms rigid at her sides. She looked at him innocently and seductively. "George, I am still hungry," she purred. "Oh, uh, I think there is still a few grapes around here somewhere." "Hmm, I was thinking more along the lines of something meaty." "Oh?" "Yes, something nice and long that I can taste for a while. Something that I could wrap my lips around and feel sliding over my tongue. Something warm and hard, with a gooey center. Do you have anything like that for me?" George gulped and stepped towards her. Her innuendo was so thick that even he could picked up on it. He was still nervous, but his cock became hard almost instantly. "Oh, it looks like you just might. Do you think I could have a little taste? Just a little? Please?" She licked her lips lightly. George was so suddenly horny that he wanted to just rip her clothes off and take her over the kitchen table. He thought she looked so cute and sexy. But he restrained himself. He wanted to see where this encounter was going. "Well," he said, "I suppose. But only because you asked so nicely." He strode forward until he was standing over her thighs and pulled his pants down just enough to let his cock out. It pointed directly at her pretty face. She beamed at him. "Thank you, George. If I behave myself do you think I could have another little taste later?" "We'll see, you show me how much of a good girl you can be and I'll consider it." "For you George, I can be the best girl." She leaned forward and wrapped her succulent lips around the head of his cock. She wasted no time and slid all the way down his shaft sucking and slurping obscenely as she whetted his length. Like the blowjob she had given him the previous night, she didn't use her hands. Her arms remained rigid as she gripped the bottom of her chair. But unlike the first, this was much more messy and vigorous. "Mmph, Mmph, umph," were the sounds she made in her cute, breathy, muffled voice. She bobbed up and down quickly and sloppily. Drops of saliva and precum mixed together before dripping down on the front of her shirt, then down into her cleavage. "Ugh, hey Dawn, you are going to ruin my shirt like that." "Mm thowy Horthe," was all she could manage with his big cock down her throat. Without moving her hands, the buttons of her shirt unfastened themselves one by one until her beautiful tits were exposed. George reached down and ran his large fingers through her hair and held it back so he could watch his cock slide all the way in, and then all the way out again as her tits bounced wildly. The visual was quickly pushing him over the edge and he grunted in ecstasy. She must have known how close he was, because she slowed down and held just the head in her mouth until he came back down. Then she returned to her exuberant blowjob. George desperately tried to think of ways to prolong the experience. Suddenly he had an idea. Why not ask her about her abilities now? It would help get his mind thinking about other things at least. "So, uh... as my Genie, oh... what kind of things can you, whoa crap... do?" he managed as she bobbed up and down. She swallowed all of him and held there for a moment which elicited a gasp from George. Then she pulled out slowly and started licking his shaft top to bottom. "My... slurp... primary... mmph... abilities are for... umph... giving you any physical..." she took him all the way in again and he could feel her tongue swirl around him. She pulled out again and continued, "... or mental pleasure." "Ugh... I got that part. What else..." Dawn kept up her messy tongue bath as she continued, "I can change your... slurp... appearance as well as my own... slurp... to anything you like. Mmph..." she moaned as she took his head and swirled her tongue around it again. "I can also... slurp... facilitate sex with any other person... mmph... that you desire." "Okay... ugh... can I wish that you feel what I'm feeling right now?" Her eyes went wide, "Mmm-hmm." "Do it. Holy shit!" Suddenly, Dawn started to squirm and quiver as she worked his cock harder and faster. She moaned loudly and uncontrollably as she could feel what it felt like to give herself a blowjob. George realized this might not have been such a good idea because now nobody was in control to bring them down. He thought quickly. "Wait wait, tell me what else you can do! Neither of us can cum until you tell me everything!" He said this just in time because he could feel himself about to blow. Now they were both trapped just before the point of no return. The pleasure was intense and made George's head foggy. Dawn groaned in frustration as she sucked him hard in a vane attempt to get herself off. Finally, she pulled away and went back to licking him. "I can... mmph... create fictional scenarios... mmph... without limit. I can read... slurp... minds, I have... mmph... abilities for blending in to my... hmmm... environment. Mmph... I could suck your big beautiful cock forever!" She lost control of herself for a moment. She was panting and sweating, and she screamed with George's cock in her mouth. Her eye's watered. When she regained some semblance of control over herself she continued. "I can slow down time... hmmm... I can protect you from harm... slurp... I can keep you young until we die! I can do anything! Just let me feel you cum down my throat! Please!" The two finally exploded as their climax overtook them. George pulled her head all the way down his cock and held her there. Dawn, with her arms still rigid at her sides, cried out in muffled pleasure. Long ropes of his cum drained into her and she gulped it down gladly. George could see her tummy contract and shake as her own orgasm crashed through her. As his cock softened George, backed away slowly. Inch after inch of his cock slid out of her warm wet mouth. The head popped free and Dawn gasped for breath. "Wow," she breathed, "I am really good." They both laughed as they tried to catch their breath. George said, "Let's keep that wish going from now on. Whenever you make me feel any sort of pleasure, you feel it too. Will that work?" He felt the tingling again. "Yes George, and thank you for that. I really loved giving you blowjobs before. But now I think I am really REALLY going to love it!" The magical wash cloth appeared once more and she cleaned both of them slowly and deliberately. She gave his flaccid cock a sweet little kiss before putting it away. "Bye bye hotstuff Jr, I will see you soon," she said in a sing-song voice. He laughed again, he had never laughed so much in one day. "Where did that come from? I mean, I'm not complaining at all, it was incredible, but I didn't even wish for that." "You are not the only one who desires, George. I wanted to thank you properly for being such a kind and generous Master. And I realized it had been almost an hour since I had your cock in me, so I decided to show a little initiative. Part of my makeup suggests that you would like your woman to show some initiative from time to time." George knelt down between her sexy legs and rested his hands on her thighs. He leaned in and kissed her flat stomach. "That's true, but you didn't have to give me a blowjob to thank me." "Oh but I wanted to George! I really love sucking your cock! If you would let me, I would be fucking your brains out all day long! Oh, sorry, I got a little carried away. Please excuse my vulgarity." George reached up and massaged her tits. Dawn moaned in response. "You know, you try to look innocent, but you are really a dirty girl." "I am sorry George. I just cannot help it. I want to be good, really. But when you touch me like that you make me so wet." Her shirt had fallen almost completely off and it hung uselessly around her elbows while she ran her fingers through George's hair. "Wow, you are really sensitive there huh?" he said as he pinched her nipples. "Uh-huh," she moaned. "I will admit that I was surprised to see how large my breasts were when I first materialized. But I like them, and I really like the way you like them." Dawn leaned her head back and moaned as George took one in his mouth. "Oh George, please fuck me again! You are driving me wild!" "I'll do you one better. I wish to, how did you put it, fuck your brains out?" Her eyes flashed gold and the tingle returned. She gasped and began to tremble. "Oh yes George! Take me to paradise with your big thick cock!" He became hard instantly. Even though he had just cum he felt totally rejuvenated. George reached underneath her legs and picked her up off of her chair. He then wiped the dishes off the kitchen table in one swoop of his arm, letting them crash to the floor. He laid Dawn on top of it and ripped her boxer shorts off. He was on fire. He couldn't even think. Suddenly, something in him began to guide his movements. First, it showed him the precise angle from which to enter her from. Then, it told him what to do with his hands as he caressed her big tits. Finally, it revealed what his lips were for, and he kissed her passionately before moving down to suck on her nipples. Dawn cried out again and again as she could feel the pleasure she was giving George as well as her own. The invisible guide controlled George like it was training him how to make love to Dawn. Everything it showed him was exactly what he needed to do to bring Dawn closer to a climax. And climax she did. She screamed as her whole body quaked with the waves of her orgasm. George felt her pussy contract and moisten even further. But George wasn't done. The guide told him to flip her over and take her from behind. He obeyed unconsciously, his only thoughts where of admiration for Dawn's incredible body, and the sweet wordless moans and screams she made. He reached forward and took hold of her silky golden brown hair, gripping it tightly. Dawn could do nothing but brace herself as George held her off the floor and ground his cock into her, stimulating every part of her exactly as she needed it. His hands held on to her hips and ass, and massaged her as she came again, this time even harder than the first. Dawn looked back at George with a delirious look and tried to string some sort of sentence together. But all she could muster were the beginnings of a few words that didn't make sense to George. A few tears had escaped her beautiful lust filled eyes. But George was still not finished. He was close to his own orgasm and the invisible guide prodded him toward one last position. George picked her up carefully and brought her over to the living room couch. He laid down face up and held her so that she was facing away from him. He then lifted her up and lowered her on to his pole. Dawn's breathing was erratic and quick. She gasped and wailed as he forced her up and down his shaft. Adrenalin fueled his muscles as he gripped her by the hips and worked the proper angles as he was guided. He could feel the pressure in the pit of his stomach, and he knew he was going to cum soon. He suddenly had the urge to say something to her to push her over the final barrier. He sat up and whispered through her feathered hair, "Master has you." Her body went rigid and she let out a broken lust filled scream. Her spasming pussy pushing him over the edge, and he exploded within her. Dawn rode out the intense pleasure. When it was over, her body went limp. Her arms fell uselessly to her sides. Her head fell back against his shoulder. All of her primal moans ceased. She had passed out. George laid on the couch with Dawn lying on top of him for a few minutes as he caught his breath. He was tired and sore, relieved and content. As his senses gradually returned to him he began to realize that Dawn was still not moving. "Dawn? Dawn!" She did not stir. George was now starting to get very worried. He slid out from under her and knelt beside the couch. He could see that she was still breathing. He checked her pulse and her heart beat seemed fine. He shook her a bit and called her name again. Nothing. "Oh no," he thought, "I've fucked her into a coma." George began to panic. He thought that maybe he should call a doctor. But what would he tell them? "Well you see, I was fucking her brains out when she lost consciousness. You think there is a connection?" He racked his brain trying to think of something that could help. Then he remembered, "What about a wish? Did she have to be awake to grant them?" "I wish for Dawn to be safe, healthy, clean, and comfortable," he declared. Dawn was suddenly clothed in a comfy looking set of light blue cotton pajamas. The top was a tank top with the belly cut out of it and the bottoms hugged her curves lightly. A pillow appeared beneath her head. She breathed softly and evenly. Her body was no longer sweaty and flushed; it was clean and relaxed, just as he wished. George let out and audible sigh of relief. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. "Delivery from Walt's Wiches," came a girl's voice. George recognized it as Lindsey, the sandwich shop owner's daughter. George had gone to high school with her. She had been the closest thing that he ever had to a girlfriend prior to Dawn. George quickly fixed his disheveled clothing and composed himself as best he could before striding to the front door. "Hey George," said Lindsey happily, "I've got your order. How have you been? You look good." Lindsey had always had the habit of talking very quickly whenever she was around him. George never had a clue why. He had always liked her, as she had been one of the few people who ever stood up for him in high school. But she was always a nerd herself and her voice never had much clout, no matter how right she always was. However, George was shocked when he caught site of her. She had always been cute in that nerdy girl sort of way, but she looked downright sexy as she stood in the doorway. She had long deep red hair which she always wore up in a pony tail. Her freckly face was devoid of glasses and George caught site of her pretty green eyes for the first time. He had never remembered her for her figure, but the skin tight jean shorts and small bright yellow polo shirt brought them into full focus. Her legs look toned and tan. Apparently, George had stared too long because Lindsey quietly let loose an, "Ahem." "Oh right! Sorry. You look... good... too Lindsey," stammered George. She giggled, "You always were a charmer. Mind if I come in?" She pushed her way past George and set the bag full of food on the kitchen table. She looked around in bewilderment at the level of devastation. The Kitchen walls were covered in fruit guts, the contents of the pantry were partially sprawled out over the floor, and several dishes were smashed. "Jesus, what happened in here?" "I uh, was making lunch and uh..." "Yeah I see that," she interjected, "maybe you should leave the lunches to us, ey?" George had always been unsure of how to handle Lindsey's prickly demeanor. Though she was always nice to him she was also headstrong and intimidating. "Yeah, suppose so." The two stood in the kitchen for an uncomfortable moment before Lindsey began again. "So... what have you been up too? It's been over a year since I saw you last. Did you get into any colleges?" "No," he said meekly, "I tried community college for a semester but as it turns out, a lot of people from our high school go there too, They didn't make it easy on me." She looked pissed, "You know that really bites, I never understood why they laid into you so much." George shrugged, "Easy target I guess." "What about a university? Your grades were good enough to get into State." "I thought about it," said George, "But I couldn't leave my mom. She's had a hard time ever since... well, you know." "Yeah I know," she said dejectedly. "But what about you, how are you liking State?" "Oh I love it. I'm like a whole new woman. I joined a sorority, and things are never dull." That explained the new look. "That's cool. So are you home for the summer?" "Yep," she said happily, "I'm earning a little money at dad's shop so that I won't have to work so hard during the school year. He really needs the help anyway. What about you? You work?" "Uh yeah, I teach kids how to swim down at the wellness center." "Oh wow! I can definitely picture you doing that. You've always been good with kids. But things are good?" "Well, things have been pretty much the same." She cringed, "That bad huh?" "Yeah, but lately things have been looking up." "Well, that's good at least. I really missed you George." She looked at him bashfully for a moment, "We uh, we should hang out sometime, before I have to go back. We can catch up." "Uh yeah! Definitely... need to do that." "Always the charmer." She laughed. "Well, I'd better get going. The shop doesn't really get anything done unless I'm there." She started to walk back towards the door, but stopped when she noticed Dawn sleeping soundly on the couch. "Oh, what's with sleeping beauty?" George suddenly felt like this might not end well, "Oh, um, that's Dawn, my girlfriend." She looked at him in shock. "YOU have a GIRLFRIEND?" she dragged out. "Yeah, I mean I think so." "Uh-huh, and where did you find her? She's... hot," admitted Lindsey reluctantly. George thought about telling her about how she sprung forth from a two millennia old Persian tar to grant him all his sexual wishes, but thought better of it. "Actually, she sort of, found me." "Oh, well... that's great! Good for you George," she said unconvincingly. "Well, I'll um... call you." "Yeah, definitely." "Um... bye," she said. She moved for the door rapidly and let herself out. George couldn't help but feel relieved. Normally he would have been glad to see Lindsey, but he was too focused on Dawn to really give her the attention she deserved. He looked over to where Dawn was sleeping with the hope that she would be awake. But she lay there blissfully. He decided that he would let her rest when he noticed the mess Lindsey had pointed out to him. He wandered around the kitchen and cleaned up as best he could while Dawn slept. After a short while however, George became very lonely again. He kept shooting glances at the couch hoping to see Dawn stir, but she didn't. With his heart definitely not in to the cleaning, he walked back over to Dawn and sat on the floor next the couch. He could see a small contented smile around the edges of her mouth. George desperately wanted to kiss her or touch her or talk to her, anything to stop him from thinking about how lonely he was without her. Eventually, he settled on stoking her pretty hair. As his large hand caressed her, he thought about all that had happened in the past few hours. She had come into his life so swiftly that he could scarcely believe that she was real. But he had too. The alternative was just too painful. It made his insides ache just to think about it. "Dawn," he said softly, "I don't know if you can hear me or not. I guess it doesn't matter. I just really need to say this. I think that if I don't do it now I may never have the nerve to again." He breathed heavily as he continued, "I made a mistake when I was young, and I've been paying for it ever since. There was someone that I loved very much, who loved me very much, who I took for granted. It was my dad. I assumed that he would always be there, that no matter what happened I'd be okay with him around. But he died. I've never been able to feel that way about anyone ever since." He swallowed hard, "I was too afraid of losing it. That's why I don't have many friends. At times its been really hard to carry on. I thought about ending it once or twice. But ever since you came around with your sweet voice, and your pretty hair, and your hot body... and your eyes, I can feel those barriers I put up falling away. And I feel myself needing you more and more with each passing moment. I don't know if you know this, but I almost cried this morning when you weren't there. God that's so pathetic, but it's true. And then I heard you singing and I wanted to run away, because I thought that if you were real then it couldn't last, I would lose you. But I'm tired of running. I'm going to make a promise to you, and to myself. I promise to never take you, or your abilities, or any part of you for granted. I promise that I won't push you away. In fact, let's make it a wish. I wish to never take you for granted. I wish for every day with you to be at least as amazing as this one." He had begun to cry and hastily wiped his eyes on his shirt. "At the very least, I want to thank you for making my life worth living again. You came at a time when what I needed most was for someone to take a chance on me. You saved me. I'll never forget that." Just then George heard a sniffle come from Dawn. She opened her eyes slowly. A torrent of tears winded their way down her cheeks. "Sorry, I was listening," she said softly. George held her hand and continued to stroke her hair. "For how long?" he asked. "Ever since you called me your girlfriend," her voiced cracked heavily. "Is that okay with you? I mean, if it's not I understand I just..." "Stop it," she said quickly, "I am yours. In whatever way you want, I am yours." He merely nodded. "You do not believe me?" "It's not that. I..." he tried desperately to get the words out, but Dawn's heavenly gaze brought him closer to a place he had been afraid to go for so long. "I don't know..." he whispered. Dawn raised herself off the couch so that she was at eye level with him. She looked deep into his eyes, and was about to say something when George stopped her. "Don't..." he interrupted. "I am sorry. You are my Master, and your wish is my command. But you need to hear this, as much as I need to say it. Please, do not stop me." He couldn't fight it anymore. He couldn't even speak. All of his past guilt and self-loathing was silenced for a moment. For the first time, George wanted someone to love him. All he could do was hang his head and wait. Dawn made him look at her by pulling his chin forward with a gentle nudge from her delicate fingers. She then held his hands tightly and gave him a look that he could swear was familiar. It was gentle and fearless. It was forgiving and shameless. It was everything she was in its purest form. It was absolute heaven. "I do not care if you believe me or not. I do not care if you have earned it or not. I love you. I always will. And someday, you will realize how much." George didn't know what to do. Part of him wanted to run. Part of him didn't want to believe it. But one overwhelming part of him began to hope, and it took him over. Finally, after years of feeling fearful, and lonely, and broken, he was whole. He wasn't completely fixed, but the missing pieces were finally there. He could see his whole life laid out before him as one long string of glorious experiences with Dawn by his side. His thoughts broke him down, and his veneer of cold self-sufficiency melted away. All that was left was the belief that he was loved. He cried. He cried harder then he ever had before. Dawn pulled him close, kissed his forehead, and held him tightly. They stayed that way for a long time.

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Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium Text: Gavin knew he shouldn't complain. With the economy in its current state, he was lucky to be able to find a summer job, and it wasn't unusual for parents to require their kids to work as a condition of car and party privileges. He just wished he could have found something in the IT field, as opposed to making balloon animals for snot-nosed kids. The pay was lousy, the costume and makeup were hot and heavy, the locker room smelled terrible, and every popped balloon meant a crying child and an irate parent yelling in his face. Worst of all, the work was just dull and unchallenging. Nothing interesting ever happened. Well, almost nothing. To his left he spotted a pretty young woman with long blonde hair approaching with toddler in tow. Her tight white shirt nicely presented her pert breasts, and her blue jeans clung tightly to her lithe, shapely legs. Since their was no formal "line" as such, she just stood to his left and waited her turn. She turned around and squatted down to wipe a spot off her young son's overalls. Bending at the hips pulled the back of her waistband away from her body, and Gavin found conclusive proof that she wasn't wearing panties. "Ya mind making my kid a rabbit, buddy?" Gavin snapped to attention and reflexively pulled out a balloon from his hip pouch. From his early childhood, he vaguely remembered carnival clowns struggling with squeaky valves on helium tanks and then trying to fit a tiny, floppy long balloon on a furiously hissing nozzle, every time a request came in. This tank, on the other hand, was state-of-the-art. There was no valve on the tank itself. Instead, the hose ended in a black silicone nozzle about two inches long, with a bulge at the base. After sliding on the balloon, he held it in place with his right thumb and forefinger while simultaneously applying pressure to the squeeze bulb. When the balloon was filled, he gave the hose a tug with his left hand, and the slick nozzle squirted out of the balloon's mouth, while his right thumb and finger sealed the opening so he could tie it. The only minor inconvenience was that since he needed both hands to tie and shape the balloon, he had to retrieve the hose from the side of the tank after every request. Otherwise, his job couldn't have been easier -- or more boring. He was eager to get another eyeful of the woman, so he squeezed the nozzle a little too hard, overfilling the balloon, and the excess pressure ejected the nozzle from between his fingers. Kendra was tending to her son's clothes when she felt something fall down the back of her jeans. Startled, she stood up, and immediately experienced the strangest sensation she had ever felt. A feeling of pressure, like gas but more insistent, bloomed through her abdomen. As she tried to comprehend what was happening to her, she also became aware that her snug jeans had somehow become positively skin-tight around the hips. She still felt something down the back of her pants, and her questing hands found a hose... like the one that teenage clown had been using. Quickly putting two and two together, she grabbed it with both hands and yanked upward. It didn't even budge. Although the nozzle itself was slippery, she had taken in several inches of the hose, and her ballooned buttocks held the textured-plastic surface in an iron grip, squeezing the squeeze bulb harder than it had ever been before. Frantic now, Kendra focused her attention on the front of her jeans and tried to open her fly. Unfortunately, her waist and crotch had also expanded from the pressure, and her jeans closed with a hook, not a button. Every second took her further from being able to exert the necessary pressure to pull open her pants. Gavin was struggling to shape the overfilled balloon without popping it and getting chewed out by yet another irate customer. Finally, he decided to just toss it and fill another one properly. He blindly reached back to where he had been accustomed to find the hose, and felt only the side of the helium tank. Looking behind him, he noticed several things at once. First, the woman who had been tending to her son's clothes was now struggling with her own. Second, her lower body had expanded from shapely to downright voluptuous, with rounded hips, substantial thighs, and a bubble butt, and her jeans had drawn in to hug every curve. Finally, the hose to the helium tank had lodged down the back of her pants. Gavin quickly ran over and yanked on the hose. This got Kendra's attention. "Turn off the valve!", she yelled. "There is no valve!", Gavin replied. Desperately, he grabbed the hose in both hands and kinked it, trying to cut off the flow of gas. This worked for about half a second before the built-up pressure forced the hose out of his hands. Kendra suddenly became aware of a new development. A sudden tugging sensation on her shoulders prompted her to glance downward and notice that the expansion had found another outlet. "Oh, no!" Quickly, she reached back under her shirt, but it was too late -- her expanding breasts had locked the hooks in place. She hoped that her bra would at least give out quickly, but it was not to be; her sizable and sensitive breasts required a lot of support, and the double-reinforced full-coverage brasserie she had chosen could probably have stood up to a couple of bowling balls. She grunted in distress as the tenacious garment dug into her back and sides. Gavin thought better of trying to undo the girl's jeans, and decided to have another go at extracting the hose. Gripping it firmly in both hands, he pulled upwards with all his might. What happened next surprised both of them. Instead of budging the hose, which was locked tighter than ever, Gavin actually lifted Kendra off the ground. He knew that despite all his efforts at the gym, he was nowhere near strong enough to lift a grown woman. He also realized that he had precious little time to end this situation gracefully. Although, now that he could handle this woman, there was a new option available to him. Running around to Kendra's front, he grabbed her by her ankles and pulled backwards. "Wh-what are you...", she protested, but Gavin pulled until the hose was taut, and then kept pulling. As he pulled, he took stock of Kendra's condition. Her crotch pressed at the front of her jeans, and her thighs had bulged to the point that, despite being spread, they touched for several inches. Her basketball-sized bosom was still locked in a death struggle with a bra that showed no signs of giving up. With one more mighty tug, Kendra's rear released its grip on the hose. Startled by the suddenness, Gavin stumbled backwards, arms flailing, and landing on his back knocked the wind out of him, causing him to release Kendra's feet. She tumbled upwards, flipping end over end, for a moment, but air resistance brought her to a stop about fifteen feet above the ground, and her body righted itself. For a few agonizing seconds, she hovered in place. Then, ever so slowly, she began to rise. "HHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPP MMMMMMMMMEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!", she screamed, drifting away, already beyond reach, still fumbling with her jeans. Gavin was fired the next morning. His questions about the woman's fate were met with hard, cold glares from his supervisors, and he was advised not to make inquiries or speak to the media if he ever wanted a job in the county again. Fortunately, the economy had taken an upturn while he was wasting his summer making balloon giraffes, and he found he had several opportunities to pick from, including a cushy tech-support job paying $20 an hour. His parents were therefore rather surprised when he turned them down, instead taking a job at a gas station filling tires for full-service customers. When they asked, he explained that working for minimum wage had "expanded his horizons" and given him a new, higher view on the world.

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Title: Before, During, and After Tags: oral, small tits, romance *Many thanks go to RF-Fast for his editing and suggestions that enhanced the story. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style. LEGALESE: Don't read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction. All characters active are of the age of consent.* **A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you're looking for a stroker look somewhere else.** I don't consider myself a writer or author, I'm a storyteller. So please take that into consideration when you read it, it should be read like someone is telling you the story. I am not now, or never have been, an English major. So synonyms may be wrong, and the grammar may not be correct, but it is like people really talk. I've never talked to someone that had perfect grammar. I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. If you don't like how and what I write, oh well. Don't read it. My feelings won't be hurt. For those of you that do like what I've posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. *Copyright (c) 2019 by Acup* The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my A D D readers. { Storytellers note: This story has been languishing in the files for a while, it just seemed incomplete to me. BUT, my editor tells me it's ready for publication, so here it goes. } \--- **Before -- Part 1** SENIORS RULE!! Two more months to graduation and Donald Mason is set loose on the world! I can hear my grandfather snickering and smiling... Seriously, I'm practically counting down the days until I'm outta here. Growing up in the foot hills of North West Arkansas is for the birds. Everybody knows everybody, don't even THINK about trying to sneak a beer somewhere, your mom will know before you can start your truck to get out of the parking lot! But tonight we're going to PARTY! Matt's brother will be out at the pasture with a cooler full of beer. It will be our unofficial summer kickoff, and Patty is coming with me. Now Patty and I have been friends since grade school, and somewhere around the ninth grade we kinda became more. Neither one of us had a date for homecoming, so we went with each other. Now I'm just a typical country boy, five foot six, one hundred seventy pounds of hay bale throwing muscle, but not a football guy so I'm not with the 'in' crowd. Patty is a bit on the small side. Without her shoes she's five foot one and one half inches tall and one hundred seven and one half pounds. Evidentially the halves are important. Patty is never seen out in anything less than a three inch heel of some sort and a PADDED bra. You see, besides being short, Patty is also a bit *challenged* in the chest department. Without her bra on she looks like someone is trying to push shovel handles through from the back side. Small concave mounds that stand out about two or three inches with soft puffy nipples. The second time I got past her bra I made like I was going to measure them... she wouldn't speak to me for three months... sheeesh! Now for as small as her chest is, it is wired straight to her ON switch. Kissing and nibbling on her lips and neck would warm her up a little... very little, and she only responded a little more when I squeezed her butt. However...if I could get a hand on her chest she paused and got into kissing a lot more. Get a hand under her shirt and she would start moaning and squirming. But get a hand, or even a finger, under her bra on skin normally covered and she was moaning and squirming. Holding her hand on mine to keep it there. I also found that if I nibbled on her ear at the same time she was squirming and grinding, if I kept it up she would pull away and practically rip my jeans open to get at my cock. And man that girl could suck cock! Up and down, fist and mouth, working my cock like a master, almost like she was addicted to sucking cock, and NOTHING was going to stop her until I blasted down her throat. Putting my hand on the back of her head just spurned her on. "Come on Donny," suck and slurp, twist and lick. "Give it to me, you know you want to cum in my mouth," twist and suck, jam me against the back of her mouth. Mmmmmmm Mmmmmmmm she hummed around me. "COMMMIIINNNGGGGG!" I grabbed the back of her head and held her there, pumping what I had into her waiting mouth. Now before you ladies go screaming at me, there was a reason for holding her head down on me... ... and a reason to have an old mattress in the back of my Jeep. "Get your ass back there Mister." Patty was hobbling out the door and around to the back of my Jeep, kicking her boots off and pealing her jeans and panties down as she hopped over the tailgate. Patty lay back on the mattress, spread those short legs and grinned, "EAT!" Now Patty might have been short and 'titless' as she said it, but she had the SWEETEST pussy I had ever had the pleasure to lick. Not that I had all that many opportunities mind you, only a few, um, it was only when Patty was pissed at me, really... Mmmmm, listening to her hiss as I take my first taste of her sweet pussy. Running my tongue up between her lips as I spread her a little more, breaking the seal on her treasure. Her glistening pussy shining in the setting sun, licking and nibbling, pure nirvana as her juices coated my tongue. I was thoroughly enjoying my work, listening to Patty's breath become a bit more ragged. "Donnnnny!" "Hmmm?" looking up from my meal at her clenched teeth, death grip on her own chest. Patty glared back at me, that oh so familiar glare, "You know what!" I tipped my head back down and took another lick at her spread pussy, almost touching her clit, "You want me to lick a little higher?" licking the underside of her clit before lifting my head again. "FFFFuuuuuu..." she glared back down at me, "you damn well know so." "You know what I want." and went back to concentrating on her pussy, staying well away from her clit but thoroughly enjoying myself, and from her whimpering it wasn't exactly unpleasant for Patty, just not quite what she was after. She made a noise and I looked up, keeping my tongue between her lips. Patty began unbuttoning her top, and when she opened it I moved up close to her clit and began teasing her lips with my spare hand. As she reached for the clasp between the cups I nudged her pussy with my fingers. Patty separated the cups to reveal those soft puffy tipped tits and I moved up to her clit and slid my fingers in while watching the sheer delight on her face, her eyes roll in her head as she got a twisting death grip on the little nipples that had appeared on the tips of those puffy nipples, just barely bigger than a decent pencil eraser, but evidentially enough to get a grip on. Feeling Patty move under me as I slid my fingers in to her G-spot, barely able to reach it, but when I did her pussy began to tremble. A little more sucking and nibbling on her clit with a few well timed nips and Patty was returning the favor, releasing her juices to my waiting mouth. Sliding down from her clit and pulling my finger from her to support her butt and hold her pussy to my face as I did my best to get every drop from her. I slid up beside her, cupping those now bare tits, feeling her nipple attempt to harden again but not really getting there. I was caressing the underside, listening to Patty sigh, then she brought her hands up to cover them, realizing there were bare for me to see. I lifted her hand away and leaned in to kiss her nipple. "Dooon't." "Patty, I already know what they look like." In the two years we had progressed from a little kissing and groping to actually getting each other off, Patty had only recently given in to letting me look at her chest, and this was the second time she had actually relaxed enough not to immediately cover up. "But they're so..." Patty was actually relenting to my moving her hand away, and in the fading light she wasn't that well lit, but more than enough for me to find my target. "Oh come on, just because you got a pair of mosquito bites doesn't mean I don't want to play with them once in a while." "WHAT!" I put my hand over her tits, "They fit real nice in the palm of my hand, I can feel them almost to my fingers if I get a good grip." I pressed into her chest, and they flattened out to just touch the base of my thumb and fingers. All of a sudden she was crying and pulling her clothes back on. Before I could pull my pants up she was off the tail gate and was fast walking back up the road. I managed to get my pants up, flip the tail gate up, and get the truck turned around. I caught up with her just as she was cresting the hill. "Patty..." "LEAVE ME ALONE!" "What? What did I say?" "YOU... YOU... ARGGGHHHH!!" and she turned her head to look away as she picked up her pace. "Come on Patty. It's ten miles back into town." "I can make it just fine on my own!" "It's almost dark. At least let me get you over to Pam's." She stopped and glared at me, then "FINE!" She stormed to the passenger door, got in and SLAMMED it closed and stayed right next to it looking out the window. I hadn't even stopped completely and she was out of the truck and storming off. Well so much for taking her to the party tonight. I didn't see her at the party that night, and by the end of the week she was hanging with Derrick, the football captain. Over the next few months 'til graduation I got a mixed bag of looks from Patty. Either a dirty scowl, particularly if I was talking with another girl, or a nose in the air grin if she was hanging onto Derrick's arm. So I spent most of the last two months in town alone. Not that it really mattered since I was headed off to college after graduation. Well not directly. \--- I had a dream job for the summer. Uncle Kyle had a piece of property up near Lake Ozark, and he had a friend that had a small marina / boat shop near Osage Beach. Come summer he rented Jet Ski's and other small craft to the summer tourists and college kids out partying. As in Party Cove partying! My job for the summer was to help with the rentals and do minor repairs. Being a farm boy I was pretty handy with tools and repairs. Heck I was in the process of restoring grandpas '42 Super Jeep. All the comers and goers were NICE! And many of the ladies were already bouncing along in bikini tops. But I lived for the 'Emergency' runs. Invariably by midafternoon somebody would run out of gas and we'd get a call on the radio to come get them out of trouble. We had two rescue boats. If we were in a hurry and the water wasn't too bad, we had a small air boat. Otherwise we had the beast. It started life out many years ago as a sixteen foot Jon Boat. Carry had added three inches of foam and an inner shell painted with bed liner. Even with the auxiliary tanks full and the forty horse power engine it would just float with the plug pulled. I could tow two large Jet Ski's, or three of the small ones. There was enough in the auxiliary tanks to fill a large Jet Ski four times over. Carry just grinned at me when I raced off for a fuel run. I'd toss two jerry cans in for extra capacity. Emergency fuel runs are double the fuel cost per gallon on top of the service call. I could give them a gallon so they could get back to the marina to fill up, or they could pay the high price for a full tank. And while the one gallon was cheaper in the short run, two very undesirable things were looming if they did that. First was the real danger of getting a BWI if they went back to fill up at the dock. The water patrol kept a close eye on party cove, and if you had enough to drink you ran out of gas, there was very little chance of escaping a BWI. The second, and much more dire in my opinion, was the girls would have to get dressed. By midafternoon bikini tops were a rare find, tits were out and oiled! What there was for bottoms were pulled in and tight, and on a few of the fancier boats they were gone completely. Shaved pussy galore! Once I filled the tank of the wayward Jet Ski and ogling the operator barely attempting to cover her bare tits with her life jacket, I put my sign up and started trolling along all the delicious sights. My sign gave the price of gas ( one dollar per gallon higher than the pump price), and cash only. Now most of the big boats had no need, but a few of the smaller ones, and many of the Jet Ski's of all sizes, were running low by this point. They could curtail their activities for the afternoon, or pay for the fill up. Very rarely did I leave the cove with any fuel in the auxiliary tanks, and a few times a topless girl talked me into selling some of my fuel. I grinned when one of them even stripped off even her bottoms and spread her legs masturbating as I filled her tank. I LOVE low volume fuel pumps! She was laying back on the seat spreading her pussy with one hand as the other dipped in and out. I looked at her pussy, then back up to her grin. I started to lean down to her pussy and stopped to look up at her face. She merely grinned and spread even further. A nice moan from her, and a quieter one from me as I dipped my tongue into nirvana. Her hand coming to my head accompanied by several feminine hoots and hollers was followed shortly by her screaming orgasm. I shut the pump down still glancing at her open inflamed pussy. She reached for my hard cock, "How about a discount for a favor?" as she slowly stroked my cock through my trunks. I grinned looking directly at her dribbling pussy, "Sorry, not my fuel." She gave me one last squeeze, then dipped her fingers in her pussy and wiped them on her nipples. "Your loss." I chuckled, she stood up and bent over as she pulled away wiggling her bare ass as she did. Carry would shake his head grinning as I topped off the tanks and paid him in cash for what I sold pocketing my 'overhead'. "You know Bob, you should be paying me for letting you see all the naked ladies." But alas the summer of lust and ogling came to an end and I had to return to the real world, college. I put the tow bar on the Yugo and off I went to Lawrence. Yes I got a few looks, a Willy's Super Jeep, that's a six by six for those of you that don't know, pulling a little Yugo. The jeep was operational, but just barely, and the Yugo got more than triple the mileage and was a whole lot easier to park around the college. I still smile at grandpa's story of how he acquired it. \--- Grandpa had gotten off the plane in San Diego and had just gone through discharge. "Sargent Mason!" "Sir!" he turned to see a Captain standing there. "Colonel Anders needs a lift and he's headed your direction." "Yes sir!" "Grab your gear and be back here in fifteen minutes." "Sir, yes Sir!" He went to grab his duffel from the pile and came back to see a Colonel coming from the officers' quarters on crutches heading for a Jeep. Grandpa helps him with his bag and they head off after stopping at the fuel depot to top off and grab some extra jerry cans. It was going to be a two hour drive. Everything went fine for the drive, grandpa even helped the Colonel up to his house and got his bags for him. "Colonel, where should I park the Jeep?" "What Jeep?" "Your Jeep sir, where should I park it?" "Mine? I thought it was yours." They stared at each other for a bit, then laughed. "Sargent, I have no idea. They are sending most of them to the scrap yards." "Oh, um..." The Colonel winked at grandpa, "Sargent, I have no idea where Corporal Smith went after he dropped us off." Grandpa said it took him a second to realize what he Colonel said, then he grinned and saluted. "I'll be sure to pass that along if anyone asks Colonel." Grandpa said it took him a week to drive it back to Arkansas, and he grinned the whole way. He drove it for several years before parking it. And it sat under the lean to for at least twenty before I took an interest in it. When grandpa gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday it became a real project. \--- So I pulled around the back of the rental house after unhooking the Yugo and covered the Jeep with a tarp. It would be a while before I would get back to working on it with the vagaries of starting collage. **Before -- Part 2** This summer would be different. Last year between freshman and sophomore years I did the summer job at the marina again, and I just hated having to work around all those micro and sling bikinis at Party Cove. If it hadn't been for mirrored sun glasses I would have been murdered several times over ogling all the barely covered pussies. This year I wasn't going to get the chance. It would be a lot better money, but not near the scenery. With my engineering courses I had made quite a few friends, and one of them had money. Not Billionaire money, but a nice life style and didn't have to work during college money. Clark's dad had purchased a small yacht that had an engine fire at an insurance auction. Since it had burnt, he had the transom and engine compartment rebuilt to convert it from standard engine and prop over to an L-line, and added bow thruster for maneuverability. The big boat yard had done that part of the change and getting it water tight again. My part was getting all the controls redone and installing all the new electronics as soon as they got it out of dry dock and into the water. So basically I was getting paid to live on a small yacht and tinker with all the neat toys for the summer! I went down to the marina office to see about going through all the shipments that had arrived over the previous month. "Well look at what the cat dragged in. You finally showed up to get some real work done?" I grinned looking at Carrie, short shorts and a tiny bikini top over a very small chest. Not much for tits, but a very nice lump of nipple jiggling behind there. "Na, just coming down to see what kind of presents they sent me." She grinned, "So you're not here to make all the party cove runs? There's going to be a lot of disappointed ladies down there." "Yeah right, they'd have to be sober to even remember what day it was, much less the guy on the gas boat." I heard a roaring laughter as Carry came out from the back room. She put her thumb over her shoulder and winked at me, "I can't send him down there. He gets one good look at all those bare boobs and he'd have a heart attack." Carry wrapped his arms around Carrie and attacked her neck, "More like I'd scoot back here and attack you until you couldn't walk straight." "Promises, promises." Carry nipped at her neck one last time. "Hey Bob, I got a whole back room full. I think I kept most of the drive system stuff near the door. Figured you'd want to get that going first." "I appreciate that, motors, generator, then the toys." We hauled a small stack of boxes out to the Jeep. "This thing is coming right along." "Yeah, I found a guy that does all the old wire looms in the old cloth covered wire. It wasn't cheap, but it sure does look better than the rats' nest Gramps had." Carry sighed, "I heard he passed. I tried to get to the funeral but I didn't hear about it until two days before." "I figured something like that." Carry grinned, "I can still remember the day he drove this thing in. I got a four day bus ride, he had a week long drive. I'm still not sure who got the better deal." I chuckled, "I wonder if anyone ever asked that Colonel where it disappeared to?" We both had a good laugh at that. "So, I had them put it in down at the far slip. It's a little more than you need, but you can park right next to the gang way." "Thanks Carry." We shook hands and I drove down to the slip. This would be the first time I had actually laid eyes on her. Bigger than I anticipated. Even after all the work done to fit the new engines she still had a faint aroma of smoke. I went below deck and stick my head in the engine room. SSHHHIIIIIITTTTT... When he said they did a minimal install, he wasn't kidding. They took out enough of the old equipment to be able to get the new in, and that was it. There was the local panel on the side of the control system, and a fuel line ran to a twenty five gallon barrel. It was going to take me a week at least just to get all the old stuff off the walls and up and out. And until that was done, no shore power, which meant no running water, and subsequently no head. I was glad I brought some extension cords and work lights. Carry loaned me a shore power adapter so I could at least plug a few things in. By nine o'clock that night I discovered what my first purchase tomorrow would be. A window air conditioner and a piece of plywood to mount it in a window! So I spent the next day just making it livable. A better part of that making a level spot to mount the residential AC in a yacht window that slanted. Luckily the mini refrigerator and micro were one ten, the water pump was dual voltage so I could make a temporary change on an extension cord, and the water heater was propane with an auxiliary engine heat exchanger. It wasn't pretty, but I had the basics, just not all in one spot. I had the window AC and the relocated mini fridge and micro in the main cabin. The shower in the forward cabin, and if I really wanted to torture myself in the heat I could cook ( read burn ) something on the stove in the galley. I stuck to my little Weber on the back deck for burgers. Thank god the couch was wide and soft, until I had true shore power the rest of the boat was a sauna. And speaking of a sauna, there is the engine room. I had the top covers and the hall door open. Only two box fans borrowed from Carry made it tolerable. That and several dips in the lake off the tail made it bearable that week. "Well you are still alive." I stepped to the open hatch and looked up to a delicious sight. "Hey Carrie." I was taking in her legs, a nice hint of camel toe in her low cut shorts, and of course a nice small bikini. She didn't have much for tits, but she had no problem letting a nice bit of nipple stand out. Unfortunately I didn't have my sun glasses on so it was just a quick look. "Alive is about all I'll claim right now." "Well if you're still alive in a few hours, I'm putting burgers on around seven. You still like yours barely dead?" she grinned. "Yeah right." Carrie chuckled, "See you in a little while." Well hell, it wasn't like I was punching a clock. I drug myself up and rolled over the side, the cooling water just draining the heat from me. The bad part was going back into the AC to get changed. I came thiiiis close to just dropping back on the couch and crashing. I managed to get some clean shorts and a t-shirt on and amble down to their house boat tied up behind the store barge. I was damn glad I remembered my sunglasses. Carrie was bent slightly over the grill, the sunlight casting just the right angle through her crotch outlining her camel toe. Her shorts riding up nice and deep between her cheeks. "You can't have her, she's all mine," Carry said as he came past me and cupped Carrie's ass and gave it a nice squeeze. "ACH!" Carrie screamed as she stood and began waving her spatula at Carry like a weapon. "You behave old man." He grabbed the weapon hand and wrapped his other arm around her, that hand going straight for her ass again. "Aw babe, you know I can't resist that delicious ass of yours." "Uh huh." "That's why you wear these shorts isn't it?" He got a better grip on her ass and gave it another squeeze eliciting another soft moan. "You know when I see you in them I want to caress and lick and nibble until you scream." "Behave," she said without a lot of meaning behind it. "You'll put all sorts of nasty thoughts in Bob's mind." I saw Carry's other hand disappear, and from Carrie's moan I would bet it was now cupping one of those little tits trapped between them. "I hate to tell you dear, but I would bet that ship sailed a looooong time ago." Finishing off the sentence with a nice deep kiss. I grinned, they had been together for the last twenty years since his first wife left him for life in the big city. 'And I thank god every day she did,' Carrie would say. Carry was nearing retirement age, and she had him acting like a teenager on his first date every day since they met. It was a nice evening with friends. Burgers done to perfection with just the barest hint of pink, baked beans and chips. Just your average gourmet meal in the Ozarks. "So how's it going down there?" Carry asked. "Not bad, I have just about all the old stuff loose and up out of the way. Should start on setting the new panel around the middle of the week." "The deck looked like a junk yard," Carrie said. I shrugged, "Most of it will go, but I didn't want to throw away anything until I get the new stuff in place." "So that means I'll get my box fans back next week." He grinned and winked, "It's been hell with an overheated woman around all the time." "Overheated my ass." "Well yeah, it is a nice hot ass." Carrie groaned and rolled her eyes having walked into that one, then jumped up and landed on Carry's lap and proceeded to wrap her arms around his head and try and suffocate him. I left to the sounds of wet sloppy kisses and a moaning woman. I staggered back to the yacht and jacked off to the memory of that tight camel toe and little nipple bumps before dropping into bed. By Wednesday I had the new transfer panel mounted. By Thursday I had the high voltage circuits in place, and started in on the low voltage Friday morning. If all went well I would have true shore power for the weekend. Of course everything went just perfectly on a Friday afternoon right? Late in the day I discovered that instead of two boxes of lug connectors, they sent one box of lug and one box of spade. And the supply house was on the other side of the lake and closing in forty five minutes. I slipped on one of my muscle t-shirts and jogged down to the store. "Hey Carry, can I use the beast to run over to Ogden's?" "Sorry Bob, Carrie left on a fuel run about fifteen minutes ago." "Ah hell, any of the big Jet Ski's available?" "There all out." "Well hell, I'll never make it around there before they close if I have to drive around the shore road." "Um, I could run you over I guess." I heard from behind me as Carry grinned. I turned to see a huge set of tits on a gorgeous blond. Her bright yellow bikini a mere stripe down the center of her tits and the G-string barely covering her slit. The orange life preserver hanging just outside those tits just emphasizing their size by comparison. "Okay, we have to hurry if I'm going to make it." "Okay!" she said with a grin. I grabbed the box of wrong connectors and we headed out the door. "I'll let them know you're headed over to the dock side," I heard Carry call out. I grabbed a life vest and we hopped on her Jet Ski. A quick stop at the fuel pump to top off the tank to make the trip over and back and we were off. I did grin once we got out on the lake, once I opened it up we were bouncing along pretty good, and she had to wrap her arms around to hold on tight. Her big tits pressed into my back, one arm across just under mine, and the other really low on my belly. If I had my cock up instead of down my shorts she'd be feeling it growing under her hand. The little wiggle of fingers told me that's exactly what she was looking for. Stew was walking to the end of the dock as we approached. I pulled up enough to swap boxes and we were headed back. Yeah, there was definitely some titty grinding going on. I pulled up to the tail of the boat and I grabbed a brace to let her get off so I could. I grabbed the bow rope to keep it near so she could step back on. "Just swing back by the store and tell Carry to fill you up on my account." "Oh, okay." She turned to the Jet Ski, then turned back. "Could I, um, could I use your bathroom?" I almost corrected her but didn't, "It's a bit of a mess right now, but sure. In through the main cabin, then down the steps and second door on your right." She grinned, "Thanks," and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. I tied off her Jet Ski and heard her life preserver hit the deck. I turned to a cock hardening sight. She was going up the ladder, that little string across her back, and an equally small one splitting her rosebud. I'm not entirely positive her G-string actually covered her slit completely. I grinned as I watched her walk away as I stripped off my t-shirt. I grabbed the box of connectors and went down the ladder into the engine room. I was just getting ready to start crimping connectors when I heard her above me. "Wow, that's pretty big motor." I turned and looked up and saw sex on legs. Her bikini top had been pulled in enough to let the edges of her areola show. She was squatted down with legs spread just enough to not block any vision of her crotch. And no, her G-string didn't completely cover her slit. "They look brand new," never making any attempt to obscure her crotch. "They were just put in. Upgraded to hydraulic L drives from the old prop system. Once I get the transfer switch in and energized I can get the rest of the power up and running." She looked over her shoulder pivoting her upper body letting her legs spread a little more, then turned back letting that little G-string pull up into her pussy even more. It was in danger of disappearing between her lips as it was. "So that's what all this stuff is huh." She turned back to look once more and her G-string was gone for all intents and purposes, just the little line of color up between her lips. "And you're doing all this yourself?" I shrugged, "Keeps me out of trouble." "So how long before you have things back to normal?" "Probably sometime this weekend. Then I have to start in on all the new electronics." Her eyes lit up, "Sounds expensive." I laughed at her response, "It's just money." When she stood up the G-string disappeared, just a little yellow string coming up out of her slit with no sign of a tan line. She turned to go back to her Jet Ski, and I came up the ladder. "Well I need to get going, my girlfriends are going to wonder if I've been kidnapped." I laughed. She bent over to get her life jacket bending at the waist with feet lightly spread showing her full back side, then turned and stood to put it on somehow managing to let her top slip from one tit. Large tan areola with a tiny nipple in the center. "You mind if I stop back by and see how you're progressing?" I glanced down at her tit momentarily from behind my sunglasses. "No problem." "Is it okay if my girlfriends come along? I wouldn't want them to feel I've abandoned them." I chuckled, "No problem, I'm going to be here for quite a while getting this thing ready." "Great!" I got a quick peck on the lips and she slid down to her Jet Ski. I shook my head, in that amount of time her bikini top had slid completely outside her tits as she waved goodbye. I decided to call it a night and went in to stroke one off to the memory of her on display and just enjoy some decent porn. By mid-day Saturday I had it wired, and by that evening I had it programmed. Sunday was putting everything back in place to get the boat to something resembling normal. Well the basic systems at least. At this point it was a high dollar day cruiser. Nothing on the bridge connected to anything in the engine room. But at least I was sleeping on a bed and not walking into a sauna when I stepped out of the shower. I grinned, and the spa was filling as we speak! I cleaned things up on deck Monday morning before it got too hot, then started the engines. Everything was in the green. I triggered the transfer switch from shore to the new engine generator, and within a few minutes things were bogging down and I had warning lights. Many phone calls and hours later we discovered the problem. Seems somebody diverted a package headed to Melbourne up to us. Problem was Australia is 50hz, not 60hz. So we had a replacement control board on the way. Good thing we didn't need to be underway for the week we had to wait on it to arrive. So with that crisis averted, it was time to start in on the bridge. Most of the current equipment was several years old, and my instructions were 'to dispose of it'. That left quite a few options open for a creative young mind. Most of it I simply put notices up on several local bulletin boards of equipment for sale after an upgrade. The longest I had a unit was three days. Well except for the radar unit. That went to Carry and Carrie for their houseboat. She was constantly scolding him for running in low visibility when they headed south for the winter. In exchange for the unit, I got a hand written 'slip rental receipt' for my expenses to put against my project income, and many good home cooked meals. The food was almost more important than the money \--- I had just rolled out of bed Wednesday and was coming out of the head when I heard footsteps. "Helloooooo, anybody hooome." I went up the stairs to see my blonde from the other day, as well as a similarly endowed bleach blond, and a petite brunette. The blondes in equally micro day glow green and orange bikinis, the brunette in a nice bright royal blue 'regular' bikini. A little bigger chested than Carrie, and a lot more nipple bump! "High," I said wishing I had grabbed my sunglasses so I could ogle. "High, um, you said we could stop back by." I chuckled, from what they had with them this wasn't quite the social visit. Big floppy hats and shoulder bags. A sheer skirt on the blonds only drawing your eye to the micro bikini on under it. The brunette actually had a pair of shorts on. "You just stopping by, or are you going to stay a while?" glancing down at their big bags. There was a quick dirty glance from the brunette to my blonde. "Well if you don't mind. The beaches are getting a bit crowded to really work on our tans." Of course this was said as her fingers strummed the strap of her bikini top indicating she'd rather not wear it. I laughed, she smiled. "Well I'm going to be working in the bridge today, but you're more than welcome to spread out out here..." and looked directly at her. It took her a second, then she grinned and held her hand out. "I guess I didn't give you my name the other day. I'm, Amber, this is Ruby," pointing to the other blonde, "and that's Whitney." Ruby grinned and nodded. Whitney smiled and stepped forward with hand extended. "Pleased to meet you," with the HOTTEST English accent I had ever heard. I could only stare at her for a moment, then mentally shook my head to re-engage my brain. "There are some cushions on the side bench if you want. There isn't much else aboard until I finish the refit." I still had Whitney's hand, she grinned at me as she pulled if from my fingers. "Um, where's the head?" I grinned, she had been around boats before. "Down the steps, second door on your right." I turned to watch her walk away, and even in her deck shoes she had the loveliest wiggle to her ass. And I'm not an ass man in particular... By the time I turned around Amber and Ruby had drug the cushions over to a semi clear spot on the deck with tits hanging and jiggling and were spreading towels. I watched them a little while, but when I heard Whitney's footstep on the stairs I tuned and headed down to the engine room. I had to chuckle. The old system had a large bundle of wires in a two inch conduit from bridge to engine room with a splice in a pull box half way. The new system had two data cables running from the bridge console back to the local control panel on the side of the control box. By the time I had the old stuff out I had one hell of an addition to my growing copper wire pile on the deck. Of course I had to check on the girls laid out on the deck as I took each bundle to the pile. Amber and Ruby with their miniscule tops laid out beside them. Whitney was laying on hers, and had only pulled her bottoms in a little. I saw her raise her head and look to port. I grinned, Henery you dirty old man. I kneeled down beside them. "Henery's harmless. His wife would kill him if he did anything more than look. But if you want to, you can lay out on the main cabin roof in front of the bridge and hang your towels on the rail for some privacy." Amber and Ruby rolled to one side, each leaving a big tit hanging there in plain view. Whitney rolled just enough to look at me, but not bare anything. "So then we'd be laid out right in front of where you are working so you can look at us." God that accent! I smiled and shrugged, "I'm going to look at you regardless of where you are." She snorted, "Typical bloke." Of course Amber and Ruby had rolled to sit up not covering their chests. Whitney held her top to her chest, then slid her fingers up to tie the strings behind her neck. I enjoyed the momentary slip as she took the tension. A nice sized areola on a small tit and a decent nipple. From the quick look I'd say she had bigger nipples than her two compatriots. I grinned as I stepped to the bridge. Amber and Ruby had dropped their tops as they arranged the towels for a privacy curtain on the side rail, and even though the sun was port side aft, they both laid with legs spread right at the bridge windows. Whitney shook her head and laid across the bow above their heads in profile to me on her back and undid her top enough to uncover to just above her nipples. I went back to work, but with many looks through the windows. I was getting the last of the helm controls in place when there was a knock on the window. I looked up to see two kneeling women grinning at me. I cracked the window, "Yes?" "Um, would you mind if we...?" and tugged on the side ties of their bikini's. I grinned, like they could really bare much more, "Not at all, feel free." "Told ya!" Ruby screeched and slipped the ties right there in front of the window. Her clean shaved pussy opening slightly at their spread knee position. I grinned as they turned around and put their asses and bare pussies in the air momentarily as they laid back down. Mostly from what I saw of them, but partially of what I saw behind them. Evidentially Whitney had fallen asleep. I'm assuming so, because she had let her bikini top slip down baring two lovely points of tit pointing straight up. And nice brown areola a little larger than a silver dollar with a lovely crinkled nub in the middle, a little smaller than a mini marshmallow but looking all the larger on her small tit. Rising and falling in the afternoon sun. Standing proud making me want to go out there and nibble on it for a while. I did manage to look away for a while. Amber and Ruby had decided that the inside of their legs and pussies needed a good tan. Knees were up and spread putting them on display right in front of my eyes. And while I did make me hard looking at them displaying themselves to me, I saw something else up beyond the spread legs in the afternoon sun that really disappointed me. Two set of scars. I shook my head, IMPLANTS. No wonder they looked like identical sets of tits. From eight feet away their scars looked identical, the profile of their tits looked identical. I would bet they used the same doctor they looked so identical... And now that I knew to look, yeah, the slight ripple where fake sat on top of real. They probably weren't that much different from Whitney before the implants. I enjoyed the look up between legs at shaved and slightly spread pussies, but when I went down to the head to stroke one out, it was Whitney's real tits I pictured standing up proud as I came. I chuckled as Whitney woke up, then realized her chest was bare. She gasped and pulled her top up looking to see if I saw her. She was wide eyed as she saw me looking at her, then smiled when I pouted at her. 'They look delicious' I mouthed to her. She gasped, then shook her finger at me. I smiled and blatantly looked down at her covered tits. She shook her finger at me, but when she rolled over she left her top beside her giving me a momentary look at her hanging tits. They still looked edible. By the end of the day, in spite of my two sluts in front of the window, I had the control console connected and mounted. I'd wait until morning to test it. "I'm calling in some pizza, you guys sticking around for a while?" As expected, Amber and Ruby came up to their elbows leaving tits hanging. "Sure!" they called out together. The delivery boy was practically drooling at my two barely covered blonds, topless and a sheer skirt really didn't cover much. Whitney grinned at his predicament. "What do you guys want to drink?" "Got any wine coolers?" Ruby asked. "Nope, no alcohol on board while I'm working on engines and control systems." "Oh," she said a bit dejectedly. "Somebody's life may depend on my not screwing something up." "Oh, I see." Clearly she didn't really, but Whitney smiled and nodded. "So I have Pepsi, Root Beer, OJ, and milk." The blonds had Pepsi, Whitney root beer, and I had milk. It was a bit of a subdued evening, and around eight I called it a night. "I'm sorry ladies, but I have to be up and at 'em tomorrow morning for a systems check. We're going to have to call it a night." They looked like they wanted to protest, but Whitney stood up and got her bag and hat, and gave me a nice peck on the cheek. I put my hand in her lower back to keep her from stepping away quickly. "Will I be seeing you guys tomorrow?" Whitney chuckled, then spoke softly. "Don't think there's much you haven't seen." "We'll be here!" Amber and Ruby sang out. I let my hand slide down to her ass as she turned to follow them. She turned back grinning and shaking her finger at me. \--- I was in the middle of testing when the girls showed back up, and they went straight to the cabin roof and spread out. They didn't even ask if it was okay to strip down nude, but with the little sheer white bikini's they had on today it didn't really matter. Whitney had on a blue bikini again today, but a little smaller, a different shade, nice and shiny and a WHOLE lot thinner. It clung to her tits and mound like a second skin. The sound of three lovely women oiling up wafting through the open bow window kept my attention for a while. After a bit of back and forth with the system I managed to find the problem with a few hiccups. A lose ground tightened down later and it was running nice and smooth, even at a bare idle. I had just crawled down off the bridge roof from setting the new GPS antenna, stepping between Ambers legs after she pulled them up high and wide, when my cell phone rang. "Hello," I answered entering the main cabin, turning to lean back against the bridge controls. "Hey Donald, thought I'd check in and see how it was going." "Not too bad, the generator replacement board should be in sometime this week. I tested the new console and it's up and running. Just getting started on the electronic mapping system. If I don't have any problems with that it should be up by end of day. That leaves the radios and some miscellaneous before I start on the entertainment systems." "Sounds like you still have a lot to go." "Shouldn't be too bad. I have a wet wall I can run cable through so it's been going pretty easy. I'm guessing around two to three weeks before I turn her over to you." "Like you really want to go back to school." He chuckled. I grinned, "Yeah it's been a real hardship working down here." "Okay, I'll check back in with you in a few weeks." I turned back to the windows to get another look at my hardship conditions, and Amber and Ruby were gone and Whitney was packing up. "Where you going?" "Heading out. Amber left all pissed you lied to her." I came around the outside as she was crawling down from the cabin roof. "Lied to her about what?" "Owning this boat," she said as she was headed for the gang way. "I never said I owned this boat, she never asked." Whitney stopped just short of the gang way and turned slowly. I put my hands up in surrender. "Honest. I just met her the other day. She gave me a lift across the lake to the supply house. She just kinda invited herself over." She slumped against the rail, then a horn sounded from the parking lot. Whitney looked that direction, "Bloody hell." God that accent... "You don't have to go if you don't want to, or I can give you a lift if you need it." The horn sounded again, then a moment later there was squealing tires on the pavement. She hung her head then looked up at me smiling at her. "We were sharing a room." "Do you still want to?" "Huh?" "You can stay here if you want." "WHAT!" "No no, not like that. There's three cabins, and the doors lock." "Uh huh," she said with a grin. I smiled back at her, "Okay, maybe a little like that." Whitney snorted. "But seriously. I can give you a lift, or you can crash here if you want. No strings." "Amber does get a bit daft when she doesn't get her way." "Well no pressure. I'm going to go back and finish the electronic mapping system. Just let me know if you need anything." I went back to the bridge, and in a little while I had the system in place and let it download all its updates. I was just unpacking the radios to get a game plan in my head for tomorrow when Whitney came into the bridge. "So who does own the boat?" she said leaning against one console. I sat back in the captain's chair, "The father of one of the guys I go to school with. He bought it at an insurance auction. It had an engine fire. The boat yard updated the engines, and I'm doing up the controls, then updating the electronics and then the entertainment system." She walked to what I had done so far and ran her hand over it, seeming to approve. "So tell me about Bob." I grinned, 'Bob'. "Well born and raised in North West Arkansas. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was little. Raised by my grandparents on the farm. I'm in my third year of structural engineering. I've been coming down here working summers for several years. Since I tinker with things I managed to get this gig for the summer. So who's Whitney?" She smiled, such a twinkle in her eye. "Well born in Tennessee, dad's an ambassador so we've been all over the world. Mum is an English teacher." Her voice changed a bit. "Proper English, not this muckety muck spoken in the colonies." Then she laughed, probably at my expression. I was probably still a bit dumbfounded at her accent, and the 'proper British' just got to me. "We spent the last several years in Brighton. The folks are back in the states until dad gets his next assignment. I'm looking around at Uni to see where I want to go." "What are you studying?" "Business, I figure I can go just about anywhere with that. Settle down somewhere, or travel with mum and dad if I want." "Um, I was going to put a burger on the grill for supper. Should I put an extra one on?" Whitney smiled, "Sure." I got the grill started, then prepped the burgers. Just as I was putting the burgers on Whitney came up from below decks. She had changed into a short skirt, not quite mid-thigh, and a light tank top. Obviously not braless, but not padded from the hint of nipple I was seeing. I watched her walking around the deck taking things in, the little sway to her hips as she walked. Pausing momentarily at the covered spa, before coming back over to the grill. "I don't have much to put on them, I'm kinda a meat and potatoes guy. I have Swiss cheese if you want." "So no big fancy nosh then?" "Oh, well um. I guess I could get some..." Whitney smiled, "No worries. Burgers and crisps are just fine." That smile would melt the polar caps, "Okay, it'll be just a few minutes. How do you want your burger?" "Medium to medium well please." "As the lady wishes." Whitney giggled. She kept wandering as I cooked the burgers, stopping by the spa and lifting the corner to see if it was operational. "We can hop in there later if you want." She turned to me blushing, "Oh, um, my bikini isn't really made for swimming. I didn't bring an actual swimming costume." I looked down her body and back up smiling, "I won't tell if you don't." She gasped, then shook her finger at me. "You're a right cheeky bugger aren't you?" I just smiled and took another slow scan of her body, then shrugged and went back to the burgers. We chatted about little things while eating, and I caught a few of her quick glances at the spa. I gathered up our trash and grinned to myself. "Well I'm going to grab a towel and hop in the spa. You're welcome to join me of you wish. If you're staying tonight feel free to take either of the state rooms at the bottom of the stairs." I think I heard her gulp as I walked by her. I grabbed a towel from the closet, then grinned and grabbed a second one just in case and headed back up to the main deck. Whitney was still sitting by the grill as I came back up. I turned away a little, but enough I could see her reflection in the glass as I stripped my shirt off. She was watching me as I stripped off my shoes and socks and began sliding my jeans down. As I grabbed the waist of my shorts she scurried to the stairs. Oh well, it was a fantasy any way. I eased down into the hot water. I think this was going to be the part I missed most going back to school. Kicked back in the hot water, jets playing on my back, a bit of steam rising from the surface with just enough of a breeze to clear it every so often. Kicking my head back to see all the stars laid out like a blanket. I was getting lost in the Milky Way when I heard a throat clear. I looked over and my jaw probably dropped. There was Whitney standing there wrapped in a towel. She was the definition of innocence standing there, and then... "Damn..." The towel was now in a ring around her feet... I think. That's where it should be. But I couldn't look away to check. That twinkle in her eye, that impish grin. The curve of her neck down to the swell of her tits, like somebody had sliced a large pear in half and placed it just so on her chest. Nice firm nipples, and her areola crinkling up to present them even more. Just the barest of tan lines confirming she usually tanned topless. Trimming down to a delicious waist with a cute little belly button, widening to flowing hips. Just the right mound with the tiniest tuft above her slit above an eye catching keyhole. A miniscule triangle of tan line drawing your eyes to her. Toned thighs and calves... oh yes, her towel did drop by her dainty feet. "Huh?" "I said, is it safe to get in, or am I going to get ravaged?" I smiled and stood offering my hand, my raging hard on just clearing the bubbling water. "Safe, reasonably. The ravaging is up for debate." She giggled, but did take my hand. It was better to have her closer, but worse for her to be hidden underwater. I probably made a total fool of myself staring at her, and I don't know for how long. "I only have one question, why the hell are you not modeling somewhere?" She gasped, then grinned at me. "No boobs." "Like hell, they're perfect on you." "And you're just a barmy bloke thinking with his John Thomas." "Me and every other guy that sees you." She groaned, giggled, and blushed. We chatted a bit, I ogled as much as I could. Occasionally Whitney would rise out of the water enough to let her tits become visible, I'd grin, she'd ducked back under. I had enough torture and was getting pruney. I stood, my hard on coming back as soon as I cleared the hot water. I kissed her palm, I kissed the inside of her wrist, I tried to pull her up so get another look at her tits, she shook her finger at me. I dried off with my hard on standing achingly proud, then ambled off to my bedroom. My first stop to the head to jack off to the image I had in front of me the last hour. My toes curling as I shot cum half way up the wall, panting as my vision started to come back. I staggered to the bed and dropped in. I dreamt of Whitney, sucking and nibbling on her tits, licking and then fucking her to one screaming orgasm after another. I woke around three with another raging hard on, and another raging shot of cum as I imagined her head kicked back in a screaming orgasm. \--- I woke with a hard on again, and stroked one out to the fantasy of Whitney screaming in orgasm under me. I staggered to the galley and grabbed an OJ. Luckily I wasn't drinking it when Whitney came in. She had stayed aboard last night, and she was a vision in the morning sun. A light pink tank top, the dark circle of areola showing she was obviously braless, and a medium blue short shorts, no sign of a panty line gave me hope. "Morning." "Morning, sleep well?" I shrugged, as best as I could with the image of your hot bod burned in my mind I thought to myself. "As well as can be expected." She poked around a little, "So what do you do for breakfast around here?" "I just head over to the marina." "I didn't think they had a café." "They don't, but I know the owners." "Oh." "Let me throw something on and we can run down there. I need to start picking up the pieces for the entertainment system anyway." I caught one more look at her ass as I went down the stairs. Definitely no panty lines. I pulled my jeans and a t-shirt on, but stopped at the base of the stairs looking up at Whitney. Leaning against the counter, a nice shadow of nipple in the morning sun across her chest. I shook myself out of my fantasy and stepped up to the galley. I put my elbow out, and she snickered as she took my arm. "I've never seen one like this before," she said looking the Jeep over. "It's a six by six, they call it a Super Jeep. There were only fifteen made for the war. They had an anti-aircraft gun on them." "Only fifteen?" "Well only fifteen original ones. They made a lot of add on kits to make regular Jeeps into six by six's, but only fifteen of the true original ones. My grandpa brought it back when he was discharged." We made our way to the store, I kept my hand in the small of Whitney's back as we went through the door. Before the bell above the door had quit ringing, "Hey Bob, 'bout time you got with the living. I was about to throw your breakfast..." Carrie came around the corner and stopped cold seeing Whitney with me. "Hi." "Hey Carrie, um, could I get you to split that?" Carrie turned slowly, then went back to the kitchen. She evidentially had more in the skillet than she usually served me. We each got a full plate of scrambled eggs and fried cubed potatoes. "What would you like to drink?" she asked Whitney as she set an OJ in front of me. "OJ would be fine." Carrie looked at me, then glanced at Whitney several times. "Oh yeah. Carrie, this is Whitney. Whitney, Carrie." Carrie snickered, "He can be a bit slow at times." Whitney snickered, I shook my finger at Carrie. We had just about finished breakfast when I heard the beast pull in. Shortly thereafter Carry came walking through with a big grin on his face. "Bobby boy, whose Wheaties did you piss in this morning?" "Huh?" "Couple of bimbos came through this morning all riled up." "CARRY!" Carry cringed, "Excuse me. A couple of young blond ladies with more silicone than IQ came through this morning ripping you up one side and down the other." Carrie just glared at him, Whitney grinned. "Um, one blond, one extreme beach blond, both in micro bikinis?" "Sounds about right." Whitney chuckled. "They assumed I owned the yacht, and were rather upset when they discovered their assumptions were wrong... three days after inviting themselves aboard." Carrie and Carry both laughed, we joined then shortly. Carrie gave Carry a quick kiss, "You had it right the first time dear. Bimbo gold diggers." Carry reached out and got a good grip on Carrie's ass. "ACH! You behave old man." "That's not what you said last night." She was about to retort when the front bell rang. She scowled at his grin and ducked through the curtain. I looked at Carry, "You wanna give me a hand loading the data rack?" We loaded that and several other things in the back of the Jeep and headed back to the boat. Whitney helped with the boxes, but the data rack was too heavy for her to carry even one end, it was almost beyond me and Carry's. But where there's a will there's a way. We unboxed it out in the parking lot. Once the doors and extra shelves and such were taken out we had it no problem. A quick run to the pig sty known as Amber and Ruby's hotel room to get Whitney's stuff, and we were back at it. It doesn't seem like much, but having someone to guide the wire as you pull it makes all the difference in the world. By late afternoon we had all three of the long pulls done I thought were going to be a nightmare, even with a few extra glances at tits and nipples down her tank top. I turned to Whitney as I cut the feeds, "This is going so much faster with you helping." I leaned toward her to give her a peck on the cheek, but she turned and I got the edge of her mouth. "Oh, sorry." I got busy picking up and getting a game plan for tomorrow. "So should I put burgers on again tonight, or should we call in a pizza order?" I heard a grunt, and turned to see Whitney looking at the sky. She turned to me, "Does the galley work?" "Uh huh." "Is there a grocery store nearby?" "Uh huh." "How do I get there?" "Garmin." "Keys," holding out her hand. "Stick shift." "Keys," waiving her hand. I grinned, "There aren't any." I grinned again, it was her turn to say "Huh?" "Forty two government Jeep. Master switch on the dash and a peg on the floor. I just have a lockout switch." "Oh." I took her out to the Jeep and punched the grocery store into the Garmin. It took her a bit to get the hang of the starter peg on the floor next to the gas pedal. She chuckled at my lockout switch. There was no roof beacon on a rag top, but there was the proper switch in the hole. I went back to the boat and began unboxing some of the hardware I was going to be mounting in the rack. Laying out bits and pieces. I was probably going to be short a patch panel, but there was a supply house about half an hour away if I needed it. By the time Whitney returned I had the patch panel laid out, then arranged and re-arranged it until I had the proper spacing for the actual patch panels before removing the equipment that would be in my way. "Dinner's ready, get yer sorry arse up here." I was stunned when I came up to the main deck. Partially in what Whitney had set out, meatloaf and mashed potatoes, but mainly in what else I saw. Gone was the tank top and shorts, before me stood a vision in a little halter top, defiantly NOT lined, and a short short skirt that if the sun hadn't been behind us I would have had a good idea if she had anything on under it. We ate and chatted. I ogled as much as I possibly could and somehow managed to get away with it. Whitney smiled when I helped her clear the plates back to the galley, but she admonished me to go and hop in the spa, she'd be out in a little while. I hopped in naked, hoping I could get her naked again tonight even though we had picked up her bags today. Once again I was caught off guard, kicked back in the hot water and jets admiring the heavens I could never really see this clearly back at school. "Hey Bob." I tipped my head down and a grin formed. "I can't seem to locate my swimming costume." There was Whitney in a thin towel, just barely coming together off center. "Damn, that's a real shame." Whitney grinned and dropped her towel and stepped toward the spa. I stood to reach for her, she grinned at my hard on standing proud. Whitney kept my hand as she stood in front of me, looking up just a little grinning. I tilted my head a little, she smiled and mirrored my movement. My hand dropped from hers and slid to her back, my cock sliding perfectly into her keyhole, her nipples in my chest, her lips on mine. The world disappeared. There was her body against mine, our tongues battling, her scent in my nose, her groan in my mouth, there was nothing else. To this day I can't tell you how long we stayed like that, only that it was not long enough. We separated enough to look at each other, smile, and resume our kiss with a little less urgency. Holding her close as I let my knees bend, a little giggle as Whitney realized what I was doing and then we sank into the warm water. Me with my knees together, Whitney sitting across them, just barely separated from me. I just looked at her, reveling in her being here with me. Looking down at her small tit and proud nipple, watching it harden and soften in front of my eyes. Leaning down to take one in my mouth as my hand came up to cup and play with the other. Feeling more than hearing her soft moan as I took both nipples in their own way. We kissed and caressed, getting more overheated by each other than the water. The soft moan into our kiss as I cupped and played with her little tits and nipples. The little gasp when I took both nipples between my fingers and gave them the lightest squeeze. Whitney reached down between us, and it was my turn to gasp as I felt her fingers wrapping around my hard cock, stroking it just a little. And again as she slid forward on my thighs bringing her pussy to my cock, getting the head settled between her lips just barely in her pussy. Whitney hooked her leg behind my butt and nudged herself a little more onto my cock and looked at me with raised eyebrow. She smiled as my hands dropped to her ass and we mutually pulled ourselves together. "Fuuuuuccckkkk." I groaned. Whitney snickered, but squeaked when I gave her a little thrust. I just held her tight, my entire being concentrated on the feeling of being buried in the best pussy in the world. Snug without being tight, her lips around the base of my cock like they wanted to invite me in deeper. Feeling her wrap her arms around me pressing her little tits and nipples into my chest. Now for those of you new to sex, spa sex is in the same category as hens' teeth and frogs' hair... it doesn't exist in the real world. At least not under water. Pussy juice and hot water do not mix. Or actually they do, but hot water wins out every time. But like everything else, there are minor exceptions to every rule. While not real thigh slapping sex, being one of the fortunate uncircumcised men in the world, I could at least get some motion going. Rotating partially back and then driving in deep without actually coming out, the head of my cock stroking deep in her pussy without breaking the seal. Hearing Whitney's soft moan as I was once again seated deep within her. Cupping her ass with one hand while the other snaked up between us to cup and play with her tit. We were starting to get a little more motion than the spa would comfortable allow. "I think we need to take this to dry land don't you?" Whitney cupped my jaw, "Whatever the Captain desires." "Right now the only thing the Captain desires is your hot body." "Good answer." Whitney stood up releasing my cock from her pussy. I groaned, she snickered. I flipped the cover down as she picked up towels. I had a shit eating grin when I saw her wrapped in a towel... around her waist. She grinned and shook her tits when she saw where my eyes were glued. And as soon as we entered the main cabin, even the towel around her waist was pulled loose and tossed at me. I nearly fell down the stairs watching her ass swing as she descended instead of watching where I was walking. By the time I had draped the towels over a few chairs and turned back, Whitney was laid on the bed with one knee kicked up. "...DAMN..." Whitney smiled, "Get yer arse over here Mister Smooth." That body and accent just short circuited any logic I had left. I did as commanded and crawled in beside her, lightly running my fingers over her belly and down to her tuft. Dipping a finger between her lips as mine found her nipple. A hand on the back of my head told me I was heading in the right direction. My mind said I should slide down and pleasure her, my little brain was over riding all thought wanting to be buried in that heavenly pussy again. I rolled over Whitney, and she spread her knees opening herself for me. I slid right back into nirvana. Laying down on top of her reveling in being skin to skin with her. Her little firm mounds and hard nipples in my chest. Hunting for lips and kissing her hard as I began to move in her pussy again. I had to get more, and got up to my knees staying as deep in her as possible. Seeing the grin on her face as I drove in deep. Faster and faster watching her little mounds jiggle and her head kick back. Her mouth opening in a long drawn out scream as she came setting me off filling her pussy. Laying down on her and trying to drive that last little bit in her with my hands cupped under her shoulders. I managed to roll off of Whitney and reach for a towel. She stuffed it between her legs as we laid there panting. I flopped my arm over onto her chest, my hand covering her tit, my fingers caressing the underside, circling up to her nipple feeling her areola crinkle as I got close to her nipple. "Shower," I heard her groan as she trapped my hand against her tit. I managed to get my fingers on her nipple and give it a light squeeze. "As the lady wishes." Whitney snorted and rolled out from under my hand. I watched her walk to the shower grinning. Luckily the shower for the master cabin was a little bigger, and it was just big enough for two, just. We fell back into bed cuddling, falling asleep in each other's arms. Something I hadn't done in longer than I cared to remember. \--- I woke alone, but with her scent on the pillow next to me, and to the aroma of bacon. I slipped my shorts on and staggered to the galley, "...DAMN..." Whitney giggled and shook her ass at me. She was standing at the stove cooking bacon. The vision in front of me was her bare back, the only thing breaking that beauty was the two little light brown strings coming up out of the crack of her ass and going over her hips. "I figured that'd get yer arse out of bed." I stepped behind her, my hard cock nestling in the crease of her ass as my hands slipped around to cup her tits. She tilted her head to let me kiss her neck. "Do you need to call and let them know you won't be there for breakfast?" "Na, Carrie will just tuck it back for Carry to nibble on the rest of the day." "How do you take your eggs?" "Scrambled or over hard." "Good thing I made scrambled then. The bacon will be done in a moment." I scooped up some eggs and put my plate on the table. I turned back to Whitney, and literally fell into my chair. "Son of a bitch..." I was just staring at her bikini bottom. It wasn't much bigger than what Amber and Ruby had worn. It was maybe an inch and a half wide at its widest, and only covered half of that little tuft just drawing your eye to it. She grinned at me, "I only had the two I bought here in the states. All I have left are the ones I brought from home. You mind?" "I might have a heart attack when I see how small the top is." She grinned even more as she stepped up beside me, "We don't wear tops at the beach at home." I turned her to me and took as much of her tit in my mouth as I could and nibbled until she pushed me away. "I was born on the wrong fucking continent." "Cheeky bugger." We ate, I ogled, she grinned. I somehow managed to get the first patch panel in place, in spite of my extreme distraction. My helper in her micro bikini flaunting her tits and nipples. I had to wrap my arm around her and nibble on her nipples every once in a while to settle her down. By mid after noon I couldn't take it and lifted her up to the counter and inhaled that pussy. Flailing legs and a screaming woman did NOT deter me from my delicacy. That only made it worse, she left her bikini pulled to the side for the rest of the day. That set the tone for the next two weeks. I almost ripped the data rack off the wall when she snuck down in front of me and sucked my cock down. She just kept going and going taking me balls deep on every stroke until I blasted off. She left a dribble of my cum on the corner of her mouth for over an hour. I saw a different bikini bottom every day, and never a repeat. It seems they came in roughly four sizes. Most of them split her tuft like the first one. I saw one that actually covered her tuft. A few that were under her tuft, and one little one with clear strings that let the top of her slit show. She didn't make it to noon before that one got pulled away and I fucked her to a roaring orgasm. We did it again just before supper. We ordered pizza, we were both too tired to cook. I did chuckle that first Friday when Carrie stopped by to see why I hadn't been by for breakfast. She just rolled her eyes when she saw us sitting at the table eating. Me with a big grin, and Whitney in a little day glow yellow bottom. Whitney grinned at the UPS guy almost drooling looking at her when he delivered a big flat box. We hauled it aboard and unboxed it. I sat back laughing at what was in it. "Some kind of lion?" Whitney said. I chuckled, "A tiger, the MU mascot. I would bet that if there was a way Reginald would have it painted on the boat if he could get away with it. He's a hard core alumnus. I don't think he has ever missed a football game, even the away and bowl games." Whitney grinned, "American football, or real football?" I shook my finger at her, "Real American Football." She rolled her eyes. We carried it around the main cabin a bit, it was big enough there was only three places it would fit and not be in the way other than the ceiling. And there was no way he was even going to know that was even a possibility. We got it mounted on the starboard side between the windows and sent him a picture, he was ecstatic. We were at a good stopping point early afternoon Friday. "What do you say we knock off early and just take the weekend to ourselves? We're several days ahead of schedule with you helping." She smiled, then got a little serious, "Um, I haven't really done any shopping since we got back. All I have are my outfits from home." "So?" "The ones I have with me are a little more... interesting." "Oh really?" I grinned. "How interesting?" Whitney wrapped her arms around my neck as my hands went to her tits. "Well for home, about average. But for here in the states..." I groaned and put my head on her shoulder, "I was definitely born on the wrong continent." Whitney lifted my head and grinned before giving me a soft kiss. "You poor bloke, let's go put you out of your misery." We held each other tight and kissed for a bit, then walked hand in hand to the master cabin. The only place Whitney had stayed after that first night. A shower prolonged by many touches and caresses and kisses. Watching her slip her lacy high cut panties on, teasing me wiggling her ass at me. She did her hair and just the barest hint of makeup while I got dressed. Yeah, I was definitely born on the wrong continent. Whitney slipped a tiny lace bra on, one that was more sheer than lace and not hiding her nipples. Top that with an also semi sheer top without the solid pockets the women here wear, and finish it off with a short pleated skirt that even though it rode low on her hips barely came to mid-thigh. The top was sheer enough to clearly let the bra show through, and it in turn was thin enough that even with the top a nice shadow of nipple was there if you looked. "Damn, I feel like I should be ordering a limo to come get us." Whitney sauntered over and cupped my jaw to kiss me. I slid my hands under her skirt to cup her ass and try and get my fingers inside her panties. She giggled and slapped at my hands as she backed away. "Randy bugger aren't you?" I made like I was trying to reach under her skirt again causing her to back away another step, "It's all your fault." She snickered at me. I put my arm out and escorted her to the Jeep, and then off to the best steak house I knew of. We chatted a bit about school, me having a year left and not sure what I was going to do afterward. Her hoping her folks would be in the states for a while so she could get a few years of school here, maybe even finish her degree. Rolling her eyes at going back to Tennessee to visit family and them giving her a bad time about her accent. I took her hand and kissed the inside of her wrist, "Personally I think it's the sexiest accent I have ever heard." That earned me a wonderful kiss, and a few seconds of titty grope before my hand was pushed down. I was swatted when I let my hand keep going like I was going for her pussy. "Boooob..." I just grinned and shrugged. We walked the big outlet mall afterwards, ducking in and out of whatever shop took our fancy. About halfway through I reached for her hand and she took it. I grinned. I suggested the little go-cart track after the mall, she snickered and agreed. And then she cheated. On the way over she did the female contortionist routine, and her lace bra was being deposited in my lap. I looked over and she was sitting there with her shoulders back, her nipples and dark areola plainly visible in the cab, and still noticeable in the setting sun as we got out. Just as we were getting into the carts, she leaned over and whispered, "You win and I'll give you an hour to take my panties off." Of course while that was sinking in she hopped in her cart and took off. I was half a lap behind her, and barely caught up with her by the last lap. She danced quite the jig for beating me, I just grinned at her tits bobbing and jiggling as she did. She hit the bathroom and we headed back to the boat... well we started to. We were going past a closed store, "Pull in here." "How come?" I asked as I was pulling in. Her hand came out with her lace panties dangling from her finger, "Because I couldn't wait an hour." I pulled in and came to a screeching halt, killed the engine, and set the brake. There was a naked ass going over the seat into the back. By the time I got turned to join her Whitney was lying there, top unbuttoned to leave a bare strip right down the center of her body. Her skirt pulled up to just show her wet lips in the moonlight. I roared and dived for that pussy, pushing what little bit of her skirt was in my way out and planted my face in her wet pussy. Whitney screeched and put her hands on my head to encourage me. No encouragement needed. I cupped her ass and spread her pussy with my thumbs, sucking and slurping that heavenly juice. Wrapping one arm around her thigh to reach down and hold her pussy open freeing up my other hand. Lips to clit, middle fingers to G-spot, pinkie to rosebud. JACKPOT! I rode her orgasm until I couldn't, dropping my head to her rolling belly as she laid back. Chest and nipples rising and falling fast as she tried to catch her breath. Top wide open beside her and her skirt now just the thought of a ring around her waist. Her breathing was returning to normal as I slipped up her body to capture a tit and nipple. "Mmmmmmm." I moved up to kiss her as I palmed her mound, slipping a finger between her lips to her clit. "Yesssssss." I felt her juices flowing past my finger as her breathing picked up, then I was being rolled to my back, my shirt being ripped open and my zipper being yanked on my slacks enough to get them down to my thighs. Whitney was on me almost before she had them to my knees, riding my cock like a wild cat. Undulating and gripping my cock with her pussy as her tits bounced in front of me. My reaching up to cup them only set her off more. A cumming screaming woman on top of me just set me off. I dropped my hand to her hips and just detonated in her spasming pussy as she went wild on top of me. Falling forward still trembling as I shot the last of my load in her. Panting in my ear as I slipped from her, our combined cum starting to drain back on me. A moment later there were red and blue flashing lights, a siren chirp, and then a spot light on my Jeep. "Bob?" I heard called out as Whitney was scrambling down beside me trying to pull her clothes back around her. "Ye Terri." I called out. "You okay over there?" I raised up on one elbow enough to see over the tailgate and use my other hand to shield my eyes from the spot light. "I will be as soon as you shut those damn lights off!" There was a chuckle, and then the lights went out. "I'll swing back through here in about half an hour." "Thanks Terri." "And uh, Bob." "Yes Terri?" "I really like your method of testing suspension travel." I heard her chuckle as she pulled out. "Asshole," I grumbled and laid back down. Whitney rolled against me giggling. I grabbed her and rolled her on top of me, "It's all your fault you know." She grinned at me, "And just how is it my fault?" "You are just too irresistibly gorgeous." Her arms went around my neck as she kissed me, my hands went to her ass to caress and squeeze. I even got a little gasp as I grazed her rosebud. And not a bad gasp either. We managed to climb back in front, I had to settle for just draping what was left of my shirt over my shoulders, while Whitney buttoned hers up all prim and proper. Well all except putting her knee up flashing me her sloppy pussy that is. "Turn this way," she said as we stopped at a traffic light. She reached my way with a napkin and wiped my lips. I groaned as she pulled it away. That's probably why Terri was chuckling. I had Whitney's bright red lips stick all over mine. After the fury of our road side passion, we made long slow love when we got back to the boat. We stood kissing as I started to unbutton her sheer top. She giggled into our kiss as she pushed my ruined shirt from my shoulders. I was going to kneel to get her skirt, but she wiggled it off her hips and sunk down to take my slacks off, albeit at a much more leisurely pace than earlier. She took the head of my cock, in her lips as she dropped my slacks and shorts. Keeping it between her lips as she let me take my shoes off before taking my slacks completely off. Grabbing my ass and sucking me down to my balls several times before standing before me. We lay on the bed side by side, before Whitney grinned and rolled to her back pulling me between her legs and raising her arms over her head putting herself fully on display to me. I smiled as I leaned forward to kiss her as I slid into her velvet depths. A long slow lovemaking session, neither one climaxing until the end as we screamed to each other. "'Bout damn time," we heard Henery yell out. "Get back in here old man," we heard his wife shout out. We laughed all the way to the shower. \--- We lazed around Saturday morning, then went down to tease Carry. We rented a big Jet Ski, and Whitney had one of her little blue micro bottoms on and her bigger blue top for her regular bikini's on her tits. As soon as she had the life vest on she pulled the top off and tossed it to Carry. "Hang on to this, I won't need it until we get back." Carry was bug eyed, Carrie just laughed and slapped his ass. We putted down toward Party Cove. Chuckling at all the drunk college students. Most of the girls topless by now, several dancing nude on top of one of the big cruisers. It had a sign on the stern. TOPLESS = FREE BEER, NUDE = FREE DRINKS Whitney snickered in my ear, "Blokes and boobs." I smiled and whispered over my shoulder, "Says the topless babe pressed to my back groping me." I could hear her smile, "So what would the sign on the back of your boat say?" "Wouldn't be a sign." "How come?" "Because I want you all to myself. Wouldn't be anywhere near here." One hand was pulling my trunks out, the other was snaking inside to grip my hard cock, "Let's get out of here. Find someplace close." I knew just the spot. Two fingers over was a narrow point, and with the water level down there was a nice sand bar with some bushes and a few small trees that would be just under water. I stepped off to tie the Jet Ski to a tree branch and turned back to see Whitney laid back on the Jet Ski. Life vest undone and elbows back on the handle bar, feet on either side of the seat and her micro bottom already pulled to one side. My trunks went to my knees and I slid into her with a grunt. I had just started to get a good rhythm going when Whitney said, "Let me get to my hands and knees." She turned with that lovely ass in the air. I slipped right back into her until she screamed. It was a good thing I had tied the Jet Ski off. All of her bouncing around would have let the rope come lose if I had just looped it. It was after sunset when we got back to drop off the Jet Ski. Whitney grinned when she handed Carry back the life vest and slung her bikini top over her shoulder as we walked to the Jeep. I chuckled, we heard Carry's roar, then Carries screech, followed by a much different screech. She grinned at me all the way back, and was walking backwards all the way to the cabin. Gasping as I fell between her spread thighs and right back into her waiting pussy. Whitney was groaning and growling, head kicked back gasping. "Let me turn over." I backed up to my knees as she did, then she reached over and rummaged in her bag beside the bed. She flopped onto all fours, then put a rubber packet on her left ass cheek. "Bugger me." "Huh?" "Do me bum." It took a moment, then she reached back and spread her cheeks, OH FUCK YES! I had that rubber on in record time, then nudged her ass. After a few nudges I popped in. I just held still reveling in being in the third ass ever. Just as I was going to ask if she was okay, Whitney pushed back against my cock in her ass slowly sunk feeling her tremble and moan until she had me buried balls deep in her own ass. "fuckfuckfuckfuckkkk..." That same thought was echoing in my mind as I got a good grip on her ass and pulled back about half way and then slid back in again. "Fuck me bloody bum!" I got a better grip and pulled back until I was nearly popping out, then drove in faster, but not slamming her. "Yes!" I pulled back and drove in again, and again, and again. All the while Whitney was yelling out "HARDER, FASTER, FUCK ME BUM!" I couldn't take any more, all evening and I hadn't cum yet. I roared and drove one last hard thrust and filled her ass. Shot after shot, spasm after spasm as I unloaded everything I had. We panted for a while, and staggered to the shower. A quick rinse and we dropped back into bed, out like a... \--- I woke alone but to the smell of bacon. I grinned and decided against slipping my shorts on this morning. Whitney was making breakfast, in a red thong, and not a little thong, quite the wide strip up between her cheeks. I came up behind her and cupped her tits, "Morning." "Morning," she replied quietly. "You okay?" She sighed and slumped, "Last night, I kinda got... a little..." I squeezed her nipples and kissed her neck. "Ah, I see. Well should I tell you what I saw?" She groaned. "Well I saw this hot babe. She has the loveliest pair of little tits and chewy nipples that draw my fingers and lips like a magnet." Whitney drew a deep breath when I said 'little tits'. "And those lips, god where do I start. First there's that accent that gets me hard, and then the thoughts of what else she does with those lips, taking my cock in like it was no big deal until I can't stand it." I got a little snicker. "Mmmmm, and speaking of lips, that beautiful delicious pussy. So tasty, so juicy, so warm and sung around my cock until she screams in orgasm and then it's just that much better." I felt her nipple harden between my fingers. "And then, just when I thought it couldn't get any better, this hot babe does something that blows my mind. She offers me her ass." Whitney gasped. "She doesn't deny it like most women, or begrudgingly tolerate. No, she offers it, and then takes me into it to my balls and wants me to fuck her hard and deep." Now she groaned and tipped her head back. "I don't think there could be a more perfect woman in the world for me." She was rotating and dropping. Her lips around my cock and going for broke. A loud sloppy deep blow job. A banging her chin on my balls and her nose in my pubes blow job. Her grip on my ass only intensifying it... "COOOMMMMIIINNNGGGGGGG!!"... I was looking at the ceiling when I rejoined the living, laid out flat on the deck. I heard a chuckle and managed to raise my head enough to see Whitney sitting on the edge of the chair munching bacon, and her red thong nowhere in sight. It made me smile. She reached down between her legs and spread her wet pussy smiling at me. I laid back still grinning, "As much as I want to, the only way I'll have the energy to eat your pussy is if you come over here and sit on me." I heard the chair slide, then a grinning woman was standing over me. She looked down as she squatted over my face. "Mmmmmm," I was in heaven. Whitney sitting on my face, her juices running into my mouth, looking up to see the perfect profile and a lovely pair of small tits standing proud. The smile on her face as she kicked her head back while I enjoyed my delicacy. And just because I was in a good mood, I pressed my finger barely against her ass. The soft moan and shudder than ran through her was all I needed. I nudged her ass a few more times until I gave her a nice soft orgasm. It was absolutely terrible the way she flooded into my mouth. It was a good thing it was Sunday, we never made it off the boat for supplies, and barely out of the bedroom to eat. \--- Monday I started setting some of the equipment in the rack, when I wasn't looking at Whitney laid out on the deck in front of me. Around eleven, "Boooobb, you're... lunch should be... ready in a few... AHHHHH SHHHIIITTTEEEE..." Whitney was laid out driving a dildo in her pussy like a mad woman, then flailing in orgasm in front of me. Jamming that dildo deep while she had a death grip on her tit. I made it to her just as her orgasm was subsiding, spreading her legs and pulling the dildo from her sloppy pussy with a gasp. "YEEESSSSSSSS!!" she hollered out as I started lapping at her pussy. Holding on for dear life through three orgasms before I had to roll over. I rolled beside her watching her chest heaving like she was starved for air. "What's for dessert?" Whitney started giggling, then rolled on top of me giving me a sloppy kiss, "I have no fucking idea." Even with that dripping pussy, I managed to get the satellite hooked up, and the feed into the master cabin. After our evening hot tub, we watched porn until we couldn't stand it and had to fuck each other unconscious. \--- Tuesday we made it until ten, well I did anyway. I was getting the last of the patch panel punched down when Whitney came in and turned me and inhaled my cock. She had me hard and aching in no time, then stood and bent over the counter grinning. I roared and grabbed her ass driving in deep in one hard stroke. Whitney screamed HARDER, FASTER, HARDER GOD DAMN IT! I filled her pussy and collapsed on her back as I slipped from her. God damn it she did it to me again, I was laying on the floor looking at the ceiling as she stepped over me to go down the stairs, her dripping pussy on display as she did. I managed to stagger to my feet and drop off the tail into the cold water. Henery's wife was standing there on the stern of their cruiser grinning and shaking her head as I climbed out. I guess I should have put my shorts on first. I managed to get the last of the feeds laid down in the two mid cabins, and came up to do some testing when Whitney came by grinning. She sauntered to the front deck, then laid down on her belly with her legs to me. "Son of a bitch..." Whitney looked over her shoulder and snickered as she wiggled her ass at me. She had a bright pink plug in her ass! I groaned, it took me three tries to get everything working properly for those last two drops. I declared victory on the last of the feeds, and decided to run two more sets. A spare set to the master cabin, and because I would have to get another patch panel to do that, a set up to the bridge. I'd have to go get it in the morning. I was mesmerized by the sight of Whitney bent over the grill, that pink plug standing out like a beacon between her tanned cheeks. I was fascinated by it as she moved, reaching out to caress her ass as she passed. Looking up at her in wonder. "Well it does make things a little easier if I prep a bit." "Huh?" then it hit me. I grinned a little, only a little. Whitney chuckled and shook her finger at me. I was served the most delicious steak and baked potato by a woman with a plug in her ass. I was groped by a woman with a plug in her ass. I sat in the spa with a woman with a plug in her ass. I was walking back to the cabin behind a woman wiggling her ass with a plug in it. "I'll be in in a minute," she said pushing me toward the bed as she turned to the head. A few minutes later she came out with a big grin. She leaned over and took my cock to my balls and moaned around it. I managed not to cum. She took me in two more times then came up of me with a pop. Whitney swung a leg over me and impaled herself on my cock, gyrating as she dropped, letting me feel every inch of her pussy. Raising and falling two times before leaning forward to kiss me as she lifted from my aching cock. "Bugger me," She whispered in my ear as she moved to her knees beside me, head on crossed arms. I was up behind her in a flash, her rosebud winking at me, no longer filled by that pink plug. "Rubber?" She looked over her shoulder, "Don't need it, I douched." "Oh!" I grinned as I slipped forward. Nudging her ass, then slowly sliding in reveling in every little bit. "Oi!" she groaned into the mattress. I moaned as I felt my balls against her wet pussy, reveling in being balls deep in a tight ass. A little bump against me let me know what she wanted. Sliding in and out slowly trying to prolong the sensation. Knowing that if I sped up it would overtake me and I'd be an ass fucking mad man. But with Whitney slamming back against my cock, that's exactly what she turned me into. Grabbing her cheeks to spread her wide as I slammed that ass. Feeling her clench and tremble as I got a good rhythm going. Her collapsing down on the bed as she came as I drove into her, following her down driving me into her ass with the full force of my weight behind me. Grabbing her shoulders to keep my spasming cock in her spasming ass. Both of us just riding it out until we were a panting sweaty mess. I didn't really want to roll away, and her ass didn't really want to let me go. Gripping the head of my cock as I slipped from her like it wanted to keep it. We laid there catching our breath, I laid my hand on her ass and lazily caressed one cheek. "Mmmmmm." I could hear the grin in her voice. "You are an amazing woman. I don't think I could find anyone more perfect." Her hand came to my face without looking and caressed my jaw. "You just like bangin' me bum." I kissed her palm, "Amongst other things." We staggered to the shower, she snickered when I took special care in cleaning her ass. She cuddled into me as we dropped into bed and dozed off. \--- After a tortuous breakfast with my naked cook, I slipped jeans and a t-shirt on getting a raised eyebrow from Whitney. "I have to run in and get another patch panel, I should be gone a little over an hour." She sat back on her chair hooking her arms on the back emphasizing her little tits all the more, "Well don't take too long." I gave her a kiss and a titty grope. "I'll be back as soon as I can." I gave her another quick kiss and headed for the Jeep. I was almost to the main road driving on auto pilot daydreaming about Whitney when I remembered I should check with Carry to see if he needed anything while I went into town. I came in the front door just as Carry was coming out of the back room. "Well she did let you escape!" I grinned, "Yeah, had to get while the getting' was good." He smiled right back, "Yeah, I can see just how tormented you were." I chuckled, "Yeah, I don't see how you do it. I mean such a flat chested woman. Nothing to get ahold of, can't get a decent titty fuck." Carry laughed, "I know. I mean all these years and I can't buy any naughty lingerie, it just falls off. And a corset is just a waste of time." I shook my head, "Man, you had to go and say that. And here I was thinking about getting her a half cup corset as a surprise." We heard the front door, but no one came in. Carry grinned, "But then there are all those little bikini tops and tight shorts." I grinned to match, "And going braless all the time. It's just sooo terrible to be able to look down and see those nipples that are in dire need of nibbling on." "Man, now I wish Carrie was here." He growled, "So what did you actually come down here for?" "I was just heading into town to pick up a patch panel. You need me to stop for anything while I'm going?" "We're good, Carrie left a few hours ago so I should see her some time before sun down." We laughed and shook hands before I hopped back in the Jeep and headed back in on auto pilot again. The visions of Whitney dancing in my memory. And while she didn't have the biggest chest, it was all her. Her nipples were the most delicious, and the way they hardened against my lips. I know I made it to the supply house and back, but the drive was total auto pilot. I didn't see Whitney when I got back, I figured she must have went down to the Marina for something. I got the patch panel set in the rack, then went to do the extra set of connections in the master cabin. I stopped cold when I came in. It looked like a tornado had went through. I searched quickly for Whitney fearing we had been boarded, but there was no sign of her. And then it hit me, all of her things were gone. I slumped against the bulkhead and slid to the floor just staring at the mess. Somewhere along the way I must have fell to my side. I woke sore and cold laying on the floor. Only my need to piss having woken me. I stumbled to the main cabin and plopped down in the chair wondering where she went, what happened. \--- I don't really remember much of the next three days. I know it took me two days to finish and test the last two sets of hook ups. I'd find myself standing there with a tool on my hand remembering her and wondering. Sleeping on the cushions in the main cabin, only going into the Master Cabin to get what I needed. I packed the last of my stuff into the Jeep, left my invoice on the bridge console, and headed back to Lawrence. I was glad for the two weeks I had before class started, it took me that long to unpack the Jeep. Everything I saw reminded me of Whitney. If I hadn't pre-registered for classes last spring, I would have only taken half the class load, just enough to graduate. But I didn't, so I pushed through. Work, study, and deliver pizza. And as many hours as I could stand delivering. I managed to graduate with decent grades, and with Reginald's good word, landed a fairly decent entry position with a firm in Kansas City, on the Kansas side of course. **During** About two years later at a celebration for a new project getting under way, I ran into a surprise. "Donny?" I turned at my name being called to see a lovely petite woman in a low cut gown. It took me a minute to realize who it was "Patty?" She grinned and gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Haven't see you in like forever. How have you been doing?" "Pretty good, and you?" taking a look at a dress cut way lower than she would have ever worn before, and obviously braless from the little jiggles I was seeing from her tiny chest. "Good, what are you doing here tonight?" "Celebrating the project, I'm one of the minor engineers. You?" "Same, but I just joined the investment bankers a few months ago. Finally made it out of Arkansas." I chuckled, "Well congratulations on your escape." She was going to say more, but someone was calling her name, "We'll have to get together and catch up a bit." I watched her walk away, definitely not the Patty in knew. The Patty I knew would be in a padded bra and shirt, not a low cut halter dress, almost to her belly button in the front and the crack of her ass in the back. I chuckled and enjoyed the rest of the evening. A few weeks later I got a call. "Hey hillbilly, what are you up to." I chuckled, "Hey Patty, just plugging away at the latest project." "You free for lunch one of these days?" "Sure, just give me a few days' heads up just in case, but shouldn't be a problem." "How about Friday?" "Sure, I have a morning meeting down by the convention center. Say the Quaff around eleven thirty?" "That works, Fridays are usually short days for me." "I'll see you there." \--- Friday was just as unexpected. I got there early and was waiting at a table when Patty came in, now the short skirt wasn't that much of a surprise, even though it barely came to mid-thigh. But the top and bra... not even close. She was wearing a sheer top with sold pockets, but small enough to know that she had one of those bras with the sheer stretchy cups. I know that's the kind of bra she was wearing because I could see the edges of the cups, and she was bouncing enough that it was the only type of bra she could be wearing. She sat with a titty bounce before I could stand. "So how have you been stranger?" I related my time since school, working summers in the Ozarks, school. A momentary twinge remembering Whitney, but evidentially not enough for it to show and her to ask questions. Her telling me of getting pregnant, Derrick, getting married, her miscarriage, and a year later her divorce. "I'm sorry to hear that, it must have been pretty traumatic." Patty shrugged, "At the time it was, but it was really a blessing in disguise. We weren't in love, just got married because I got pregnant. We tried for a while, but I just wasn't into the country boy thing, and he was never going to make it in the big city. So it worked out." I didn't know what to say, so change the subject, "So investment banking huh?" She grinned, "Well not really for me. I'm just secretarial right now. A friend of a friend kind of thing got me in the door. I'm taking classes part time evenings, so I have several prospects to move up." She related what she could of people we knew in school. I grinned inwardly. Derrick, her ex and the asshole she clung to when she dumped me, he was now driving dump truck and road grader for the county. Not a bad job for the area, but definitely not an upwardly mobile position for sure. We finished the lunch on a good note, and I got another surprise. Instead of the quick peck at best I expected, I got a nice body hug and a not so quick kiss. The years had been kind to her, it felt like she had a little more chest under there. \--- We had lunch a few times over the next few weeks, and the kisses and hugs got a lot more friendly. I even got brave enough to lightly grip low on her hips with no reaction. She kept her arms around my neck, "Um, Donny, could I ask you a favor." "Sure." "My dishwasher flooded out on me the other day. I hope it's something simple, but I'd rather not replace it and find out later it really was something simple." I chuckled, "Sure, no problem. When would be a good time to stop by?" "Anytime Saturday after nine." So Saturday morning found me at her doorstep, a nice little apartment in the suburbs. I wasn't sure why she was asking me to look at it instead of the maintenance guys, but oh well. That became apparent moments later. Patty opened the door in an old tank top, no built in, no liner, no nothing. There were some nice dark circles of nipple there, and it was long enough she didn't need anything under it. "Hey Donny!" "Hey Patty," glad for my sunglasses so I could take the view in. "So where's the victim?" Patty giggled, "Right in here." She led me to the kitchen, and I looked around. There was no dishwasher. "Um." As I turned to her she put her arms around my neck and drew herself to me. My arms naturally went to her waist as she closed for the kiss. And not just any kiss, this was like back in high school when she wanted me to eat her pussy kind of kiss. She pulled back a bit to look at me, then smiled and planted herself on my face again. My hands went to her ass, and I got a nice moan into our kiss. "Dishwasher problem huh?" She giggled, "Well I did have a little flooding problem the other day, but it was after you kept looking at my boobs." I chuckled, "That obvious huh?" as I slipped a hand up and cradled them. "We'll there a lot bigger than they used to be." Patty grinned, "You sure about that?" Then she leaned back dislodging my hand and grabbed the hem of her tank top and lifted it over her head. Yeah, it was all she had on. Her arms went back around my neck and my hand returned to her tit. Cradling it and rolling her nipple between my fingers. Her leg hooked mine and began grinning her bare pussy against my hardening cock. I cupped her ass with both hands and she wrapped her legs around my hips. "Bedroom," she gasped between kisses. "Where?" I got out between the next few. She pointed, I carried, then tossed her on the bed with the accompanying screech. I stripped while taking inventory of her after all these years. A little more meat on her as a whole. The hint of sag and stretch marks on her lower belly, but only if you were looking. The big change, pun intended, was her tits. Bigger by at least a cup size, dark brown areola and a true nipple instead of the little pink puffy tip, but that larger cup size also now included a little sag or settlement. That didn't stop her from cupping and playing with them as I shed my clothes. I was going to play and nibble for a while, but as I came to the bed Patty merely opened her legs and arms wide inviting me into her waiting pussy. "Fuck yes," she moaned as I sunk into her. I grinned as my ego took a nice boost. She did fell damn good around my cock. I laid there only for a moment, then backed out a bit to get a good rhythm going. Enjoying watching her tits actually flop a bit instead of the pointed jello jiggle they used to do. But all too soon Patty clamped her legs around me and went into convolutions screaming in orgasm short circuiting any attempt by me to delay my orgasm. Moving my hands from above her shoulders to directly on her tits and just hammering her pussy as I unloaded in her. That just set her off for one last round before collapsing. I rolled to my back beside her, enjoying the slight familiarity of being with Patty, even though we never really went all the way back then. When I wasn't so oxygen deprived, I rolled toward her taking a close inspection of her tits, lightly running my finger around them as they settled to the side a little. Patty sighed and looked down at my playing with her tit, "The wonderful leftovers of pregnancy. I was about four weeks from my due date, and wham. My water broke, the umbilical cord got messed up, and they had to do an emergency DNC. My boobs had started to swell and fill, my nipples darkened. They ached for weeks before they went down. Went from a little AA, up to almost a C, then back down to a decent but floppy A." "I don't know if I'd call them floppy," teasing the tip of her nipple. Patty leaned up on her elbows, letting her tits come back to the center and settle just a little. She gave her shoulders a shake, "Well that sure as hell don't stand up a like they used to." I leaned over and took one of them between my lips momentarily, "Still taste good." Patty laughed and held my head to her tit momentarily, then released me and flipped around to suck my soft cock down, suck and licking until I was too hard to take down her throat, then literally jumped up and turned to impale herself on my cock. A bucking bronco later and she collapsed on my chest, slowly undulating on my hard cock. "I guess I should have asked if there was a significant other I should worry about." I snorted, "Little late for that, but no. I wouldn't be here if there was. A few friends with benefits, but no significant other." Patty grinned, then flipped back around and sucked my cock down like her life depended on it. Sucking and slurping and playing with my balls until I erupted putting my hand on the back of her head as I blasted off. I came back to the world with Patty laying her head on my thigh softy licking my spent cock, a stream of my cum across her cheek. "Sorry about the hand." Patty took my cock in slowly humming, then came back off just as slow. "Don't be, it was hot." \--- That set the tone for the next few months. Whenever we had a chance we fucked like rabbits. Once in a while it was a long slow start, but it always ended up a thigh slapping frenzy. Whenever we went out she was braless, if it was in the evening she would wear a sheer top letting her dark nipples show through. Many a cab driver was treated to my topless girlfriend blowing me with enthusiasm on the way home. After a wild afternoon at RockFest, with Patty topless most of the day and only covering up enough to get a cab home before dropping her t-shirt in the gutter before getting in the cab. A loud sloppy blow job on the way home, and bending over the couch as soon as we got in the door I made up my mind. As we were showering I asked, she screamed, and said yes. I picked her up and impaled her against the wall and fucked her until she screamed again. Her folks were thrilled, and we had to make the requisite trip back to Arkansas. I got her a nice ring, not overly fancy, but not a simple band either so she seemed happy. We were married a little over a year after that, and life plodded on. Me moving up in the company, Patty as well, just not quite as fast, but several good prospects were on the horizon. About four months into our marriage we made a big leap up. Patty got a big promotion, and their investment firm took control of an old high dollar high rise condo. As employees, she had the chance to buy in at a reduced rate on a VERY nice place. We talked it over, and with a little bit of coercion on Patty's part she talked me into it. It's kind of hard to refuse a woman bent over the railing in the sunset with her skirt up around her waist and thong around her thighs. I did kinda enjoy the place, we had underground secure parking, and the condo had all the bells and whistles. Even its own independent security system. We didn't bother turning it on being up on the twelfth floor and the ground floors being secured, but it was nice to know it was there. I both curse and thank that system even today. But we were on our way. Nice place, gorgeous wife that didn't mind showing off her figure. We both put some long hours in at work once in a while, but we still fucked like rabbits when we were together. What could ever go wrong? Uh huh. \--- So every year KU and MU have a rivalry game. It was only for bragging rights, but then it is college football. And since I'm okay with it, but not totally a fanatic, I volunteer to help with security to get in and catch most of it for free. And Reginald being the hard core MU alumnus, wages a little bet on the game with me. Since he lost last year, he had to put me up this year. If I had lost I would have had to do the hull on the yacht. It would be nice not to have to go back across town after the game in traffic and just head home the next morning. Truth be told, I usually camped out with someone on a couch on this side of town anyway. Took a three day weekend with just the guys. So it was raining cats and dogs, looking like the game was going to be postponed. I was sitting up in the lounge playing with our home security system. There had been a few break-ins not far from us. I wasn't particularly worried, but I wanted to get our system up and on line just in case it was needed. It was kinda neat to be able to access the system remotely, moving cameras around, switching from one to another. I played with them freely since Patty was over at a friends this weekend since I was out. I didn't have to worry about her freaking if a camera was moving around like it was following her. I sat at the table playing with the settings, light levels, motion activation sensitivity, that kind of thing. I left everything at max since we didn't have any pets. "Well there he is." I heard from behind me. I grinned, that accent, even in the slightest, still got to me. "Hey Wendy, didn't know they still let you old farts in here," she was two years older than me. I chuckled, she was MU scum, I was KU vermin. "You know you're going to get creamed this year don't you?" "What, by a bunch of pansies? Not happenin'." We were interrupted, "Hay Bob, wanna give me a hand with some bicycle rack?" "Sure thing, be right there." Wendy gave me a look, but I just waived as I went to help Ben move some barricade rack. I made it back, and Wendy was still sitting by my laptop. "Bob?" I grinned, "A nickname from when I was a kid. My grandparents had some property down in the Ozarks, and he taught us to swim the old fashioned way. He tossed us in. It took me several tries to just stay afloat, and he kidded me I was up and down like a bobber. It stuck." She laughed her ass off. And even laughing at me, that British accent still made me tingle. "Well 'Bob', I'd be a bit more careful with your laptop. I like some good porn as much as the next girl, but you would probably do to close your laptop if you're not sitting there." She gave me a squeeze and then went off to babysit the natives. It was looking like we were going to be rain delayed until tomorrow morning. It didn't really sink in, and then it hit me. She said she saw some good porn, but the only thing open on my laptop was the security camera feeds from the condo. SSHHHHIIIIITTTTTT!! I didn't want to, and yet I had to. I hit the rewind, and wished I could have hit the rewind on my life. I watched my wife walk back into the frame naked, followed by several guys. Then she laid back down and they proceeded to fuck the hell out of her. Every hole and usually all three at once. Not bad for a woman that said she was too tiny and I was too big to do anal more than a few times a year. I held out hope she was being coerced, but when I let it play forward it was quite apparent she was a willing participant. I had been on the other end of those heels in my ass for too many years not to know she wanted it harder and deeper. It looked like five or six guys taking their turns with her with one off to the side observing. I couldn't take any more. I slammed it shut, and thankfully the game was called. I followed the guys and we went across the interstate to the bar and I did something I hadn't done since graduating high school. I got falling down, totally plastered, one hundred percent, shit faced. \--- I woke in a motel, a warm soft body curled up in front of me, a big tit in my hand. I was barely awake when my stomach decided to rebel. I threw off the covers and made a mad dash to the bathroom, barely making my sacrifice to the porcelain god. I made it back to the room to see Wendy buttoning my shirt over her huge chest. Well attempting to anyway. There was no way she was going to button the ones between her big tits. Nice hard nipples and dark brown areola just drawing my eye even in my sorry state. She smiled, "So you will live after all." I hung my head, and then realized I was in my boxers, Wendy was in her panties until a few moments ago. "Um Wendy, did I... I mean did we..." Wendy grinned, "Oh you were quite the wild man." I hung my head and groaned. She snickered, "Right until I hauled your ass up here, you puked all over my clothes, and I pushed you in the shower and then into bed." "Ah shit." I looked up at her and she wasn't trying to kill me, she was still grinning. "I'll pay for your clothes, and anything else of course." "It rinsed out, so no problem, and I put the room on your card so you're on the hook. Do you want to get room service before we head back over to the stadium?" My stomach didn't like the sound of that. "OJ and dry toast for me." She ordered breakfast as I dropped onto the corner of the bed. I didn't feel that great, and even worse when I remembered why I got plastered in the first place. Wendy plopped down next to me on the corner of the bed. "Hey, Donny, who's Whitney?" As she said it, said 'Whitney' with that accent, it all came flooding back. I slid off the bed to the floor and cried. Those weeks with Whitney, holding and caressing, seeing her smile, tasting her lips and pussy, feeling her orgasm in my hands... Wendy left me long enough to answer the door for room service, then managed to haul me off the floor and into a chair. She let me blubber for a bit as she put the plates on the table. And then over dry toast, I told her of the first true love of my life. Meeting her beside the bimbos, getting to know her. Her smile, her touch, I grinned but didn't say anything about the hot and wild sex. Her dad was an ambassador to England, her mother a school teacher. She was going to school for business. "So what happened?" I looked at her, "I have no idea." "Really?" She sounded skeptical. "Not a clue. I went to the supply house for some parts, and when I got back she was gone." "And no idea what happened to her?" "Nope. I made some phone calls, Reginald made some calls on my behalf. But nothing. There was one guy that came back from England about the right time, but he was in his mid-thirties and no kids. That was as close as I ever got." I just stared off into space, remembering her standing there in the morning sun in that little micro bikini, the shadow of her tasty nipple as she turned to me. "Did you love her?" she asked softly. I sighed and hung my head, "I didn't realize it at the time, but yeah. Probably the one and only time I truly loved a woman." "And now?" "Now," I sat back and tried to think. "She's probably long forgotten me. Just another summer fling, probably beating them off with a stick with that smile." I sighed, "But I ... I would like to know somehow she's okay, that nothing bad happened to her. You know, something like that." Wendy leaned close and softly kissed my cheek, "You're something else Donald Mason." I snorted, "Yeah, that's probably why I married the skank." Wendy chuckled, then shook her shoulders, "So maybe I should take a run at you then." I smiled and chuckled, "As good as that sounds, I'm still married. And even then I don't know. Remembering Whitney again will take some time to get over." Wendy leaned over and gave me another peck on the cheek. "Yeah, you're one of the good ones," then proceeded to tease the hell out of me. She stood up and turned to the bathroom... and dropped my shirt behind her. That little white thong coming up from between her cheeks the only thing breaking her perfectly tanned back side. I hung my head and groaned. I heard her chuckle just before the bathroom door closed. She reappeared fully dressed, but grinned and shook her tits at me. I shook my finger at her and shuffled to the bathroom and jacked off to the memory of Whitney coming out of the bathroom in just her thong all those years ago. We drove back to the stadium in near silence, and waited in line for parking. "So what are you going to do about Patty?" I sighed, "Hell I have no idea. I mean I'm screwed no matter what. I make way more than she does and have a decent retirement. We don't have much for assets. The condo is financed through her work. I'm pretty much up a creek without a paddle." "And you had no clue?" "Nothing. The proverbial clueless cuckold." She smiled, "Love is blind. But seriously, what do you want to do?" We were just parking, and started walking to the stadium. "In a fantasy world. Expose her for the skank she is, hang all the men from the highest tree. Walk away scott free. Just your typical scorned man, burnt earth answer." She chuckled, "And a few women I know too. So then what?" I sighed, "Ah hell. It's just a fantasy. I'm screwed no matter what. First off I'd have to find a decent attorney, and I don't know any." "Sure you do." "Who?" I looked at her smiling and wiggling her eyebrows. "YOU!" She chuckled, "Well I'm more corporate, but my partner is hell on heels in a divorce court. We could at least see what the possibilities are." "I'm probably going to owe you big time." Wendy grinned and screeched, "I'll get you my pretty!" right out of the Wizzard of Oz. We laughed all the way into the stadium. I was in a better mood than yesterday. I still had a lot of shit to deal with, but I wasn't alone in this. It was made even better with KU trouncing MU. I gave Wendy the IP address and access code for the system so she could download and look at the videos, I didn't want to look at them again. I went home feeling sick, and not because of anything I ate. Patty must have been worn out from her fuck party, she didn't say a word when I didn't try for sex and just went to bed. \--- I got a call around ten Monday morning to meet Wendy for lunch across the street. I was stunned when I stepped into the diner, there was Wendy, but not Wendy. I had always known her in jeans or slacks and some kind of MU logo shirt. Her long blond hair up in a ponytail. This was HOT Wendy in a stunning business suit and skirt sitting next to an equally hot and slightly more voluptuous redhead. Neither one of them afraid to let some nice cleavage show. I somehow managed not to drool in their cleavage and shook their hands. "Donald, this is my partner Janice." "Nice to meet you Donald, and for the record I'm sorry you're going through this." I smiled a little, "I'm not even sure just what all this is right now." They exchanged a quick look, then Janice turned to me. "How do you want this? Soft and sweet, or a punch in the guts?" I took a breath, "That bad?" "I'm afraid so." I mentally braced myself, "Let me have it." There was another quick glance, and Wendy nodded to Janice. "You wife is the company slut, and what you videoed is her making the second mortgage payment on your condo." I thought I was prepared, NO FUCKING WAY! "She's... and... a what?" I started breathing hard, and got up and staggered out the door to the bus bench. A moment later the girls were beside me, then they were leading me to the park next door. I remember Wendy taking my cell phone, and the two of them sitting by me until the world started to slow down. No way in hell it was ever going to quit spinning any time soon. I'm not sure how long we sat there, but I slowly looked at Wendy, then over to Janice. They both slowly nodded. "Fuuuccckkkkk." Wendy snorted, "And then some." We had to laugh, there was nothing else to do BUT laugh. I looked at Janice, "So how did you piece all that together from one video?" She got serious, "One video, multiple sessions over the weekend." I just stared at her. "Now some of this is guess work, but educated guess work. From what we've picked up from the videos, that weekend party was her paying the second mortgage on your condo." "But we don't have a second mortgage." Janice raise her eyebrow. I looked at her for a second, then slumped, "We got it at a steal of a price and through her company." "Uh huh. And from what we've pieced together, she's the company slut. She available to all the executives whenever they want her." "I am totally screwed." "Normally I'd agree with you, but we may have a ringer in the works." "How so?" "You remember the guy standing off to one side in that part of the video you watched?" Wendy asked. I nodded. Janice picked back up, "He seems to be a reluctant participant. In fact we never saw him get undressed or even come close to participating." "So what good does that do?" "Depends on his cooperation and participation level. Worst case he stays out of our way, best case he becomes our inside man." "What's your guess?" "From what we saw on the video, he's not a willing participant. No guarantees, but I would bet he's our inside man." "And then I'm still screwed in the divorce." Janice smiled, "This will never see a divorce court." "How the hell are you going to pull that miracle off, and can I afford it?" Wendy grinned, "Easy, we treat this like a corporate takeover, not a divorce. Make them take ownership of your slut." "WHAT!" She chuckled, "Well not literally, but contractually. Put them in a bind and make them pony up." "You can do that?" Janice took over again, "Not usually, but she's in a whole different zip code with this one. The real question is how far do you want to take this?" "What do you mean?" "Well do you just want to walk away clear, take her down, them down? How far do you want to burn her?" I hate to say it, but something came over me at that thought. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." "I knew this was going to be fun," she grinned. "Let us dig into this a bit further to solidify things up. We'll get a hold of you as soon as we know more. Go get a burner phone and call us so we can contact you outside of regular channels." I looked at he a moment, then said slowly, "Um Janice. Not to be a wet blanket, but how much do you think this is going to cost me?" She smiled, "Not a penny, we'll take it all out of their end." I grinned, "I like the sound of that." I got a nice hug from both of them, "You go and try to act as normal as you can. This will take a while, but we'll try and end things as quickly as possible." I made it back to work around two, and my PA was glad to see my meeting didn't go as long as planned. I played dumb, that must have been the phone call Wendy made. I was still in a bit of a stupor, but I knew I had help. I also knew that there was no way in hell I was having sex with the skank unless absolutely necessary. I thought about it for a bit, then a simple solution came to mind. I'd take work for a new big project home to work on it in the evenings. So I did that. I came home a little later but not real late. Grabbed the tail end of supper then went to my home office after kissing the skank on the cheek. I was busy every time she stuck her head in the door. In reality I was playing solitaire on the computer. Listening to music, even getting off to some good porn. She really fucked up a good cum. Popping in to check on me while I had a screaming brunette in one ear watching her ride cowgirl on a guy, tits bouncing all over hell. I was thiiiis close to filling the trash can when she stuck her head in the door. Had to back it up and start all over. FUCKING CUNT! \--- That was my routine now. Work a little late and then come home and pretend to be working on the computer. Thursday morning I got a text on my new phone to have lunch at the diner again. It was just Janice, but she was still showing plenty of nice cleavage. She was all grins. "Looks like this Jeremiah is our in. I'm going to set up a meeting and slam him down. Question is, do you want to be there, or let me handle it?" I barely hesitated, "I want to know." "Okay, I'll let you know the date and time. It will be at my office." And I still have to go home to the slut. I 'worked' in my home office Thursday and Friday evenings. It was a good thing I actually had a blueprint open in the background Friday. The slut came in wanting to drag me back to bed. Saturday and Sunday I did something I hadn't done in a LONG time. Since thinking of Whitney reminded me, I went down and worked on the jeep. Now in reality there wasn't a whole lot left to do on the Jeep except cosmetics. Paint and upholstery and a little glass. I had one bulb out, but it wasn't worth pulling the tail light out for a clearance lamp. I took it for a spin Saturday just because I could. Enjoying all the looks and smiles from the old timers that realized just what it was. Sunday I hung my trouble light pointing out and took a nap under the jeep on my creeper. Monday Patty had to 'work late'. I snorted and went to bed early before she got home. I was up and out bright and early Tuesday. I had a few raised eyebrows of the night owl coming in early. I also had a meeting that afternoon at Janice's office. At two o'clock I was sitting off to one side of Janice's desk when the lone man from the video was ushered in. She got up smiling and ushered him to the seat in front of the desk, "Mister Fishbine. Please have a seat." He glanced nervously at me. "Miss Jones. Your message was a bit cryptic, and now," glancing at me again, "I'm wondering if I should have brought council with me." She chuckled as she sat. "I could see how you might get that misunderstanding. But there is no agenda here. We're merely trying to verify some suspicions we have. And you have come to our attention as someone that could do that for us." He relaxed a little. "In fact, we'd like to go so far as to keep it the other way around." "What exactly are you looking for?" "Information. Possibly some help in clarifying a few things down the road, but just information for now." "Such as?" Janice slipped a sheet of paper across her desk. "If you could sign this NDA, we can get right to it." It was a bit flimsy, and it could be broken fairly readily, but it set the tone with him. He looked at it unsure of what to do. "As I said, we are not trying to get anything from you, merely verify some sticky information." "And who said I might be able to help you in this?" She merely pointed to the NDA. He started to pick up the pen, then put it down and pushed the NDA back to Janice. She sighed, "I understand, and no hard feelings. But before you go, could you look at something for us?" as she pushed an upside down still shot taken from my home system. It showed him standing there fully dressed just on the other side of the slut servicing five guys at once. He started to crumple the picture in his fist, "I NEVER TOUCHED HER!" Janice stared right at him as he was boiling, "And we know that. That's why you are being contacted. For clarification of what did happen." She pointed to the NDA again. He glanced between the now crumpled photo and Janice a few times, then reached for the NDA and scribbled his name in a hurry. Then he sat back bracing for the bad news. Janice took the NDA, and smiled. "Thank you. And once again, for the record, we have no interest in pursuing you for anything." You could see him slump in relief. "What are you looking for?" "Mister Mason would like to get some details of his wife's responsibilities at work." He looked wide eyed at me like he was afraid I was going to lash out at him. I merely smiled and nodded. "That way we could better chart a path forward in what will most certainly be a sticky situation," Janice continued. He sat there a moment, then said slowly, "Through or around?" Janice gave a little grin, "I'd love to bowl a three hundred." "And I would be..." "An observer, officiating if need be." He smiled, "So not directly involved in the game?" "Most definitely not. We may have need of an impartial person outside the, shall we say... ruckus." He smiled, "It would be interesting to observe the consequences of such a strong game. What do you need to know?" "Well apart from the home video, most of what we have is educated guesses and supposition. What can you tell us?" He looked at me, "Are you sure you want to know?" I took a deep breath. "Want? No. Need? Yes." And then the lie of the last few years was revealed. I found out what an ass in the air, world class slut, my 'wife' was. Her 'day' started just before clocking out the day before. She would reach into a fish bowl and pull out a tile. Kind of like a blank domino. On that tile was a name, and if they wanted to, a particular act / dress / etc. All the participating bankers had one each, with the executive bankers getting a second one. That told her what to wear the next day. Never anything that actually covered, but from a max of skimpy lingerie, to just her heels. It also told her, by the requestors' name, if she was in for an anal day. I must have made a noise from the looks Jeremiah and Janice gave me. While he didn't know the exact number, he would put an educated guess in at least six or seven that took advantage of anal day, and more than once that day if possible. "So after her injections she start making the rounds, starting with who ever won the drawing the evening before." "Injections?" I asked. "Yeah, she does her saline injections, then makes the rounds." "Injections?" I repeated. "Well yes, in her breasts to give her a boost. One set in the morning and another mid-day unless Murray won. Then she injects every two hours until late afternoon." I sat back stunned, I hadn't really noticed it until he said it, but I did think her tits got bigger every once in a while. I just put it down to monthly bloating. "Then she gets to work." I just groaned. "She does do secretarial work," he added quickly. "Just with a little different uniform." He hesitated, "I've been told she performs other duties, and she's tried to tempt me with oral sex on several occasions." We sat there for a few moments, just the sound of us breathing and the AC. Janice sighed and slid her card across her desk to Jeremiah, "When you get a chance, drop me an email so we might discuss this further. I'd send one to you, but I'm not sure what account to use." He nodded, then stood and walked to the door. He turned to me like he was going to say something, then thought better of it and left closing the door behind him. I stood to leave. "I'll let you know when I know more," she said as I left. It's a wonder I didn't kill myself or someone else on the way home. I would bet I was a total zombie, I have no memory of the drive or going up to the condo. When Patty came through the door all bouncy all I saw was SLUT! She came to me and I just grabbed her, sliding a hand inside her dress and getting a good grip on her tit. Feeling the 'little extra' in them just fueling the fire. She took it for sexual aggression and wrapped her arms around me putting her tongue down my throat. When we broke she pulled back enough to look me in the eye and grin. "There's my man! But, um, I just started on the rag this morning." I got an evil thought, and probably a maniacal grin as I grabbed her ass. "That doesn't have to stop us." Patty gasped, but covered it. "Um, okay, just let me go clean up." "Not necessary, that's what rubbers are for." And isn't it just magical how that appeared in our nightstand after that weekend! I pulled my hand out of her dress and reached back to undo it, letting it fall to the floor leaving her in just stockings and shoes, no garter, no panties, not even a line on her skin from having them on earlier. I grabbed her and put her over my shoulder making her squeal with delight. And again when I tossed her on the bed. "Get one," I said as I started to undress, dropping my slacks before starting on my shirt. She turned her ass to me as she scrambled to the nightstand... I never said where they were. I was kicking my shoes off as she turned back. "Put it on me," I told her as I started on my shirt buttons. In a flash she had it ripped open and was rolling it on my cock as I dropped my shirt. "Assume the position." If this had been one of our usual anal intercourse sessions, she would have laid down the center of the bed with a pillow under her hips. She turned to catch her feet on the edge of the bed and put her ass high in the air before she reached back and spread her cheeks. Today must have been an anal day. I slid right into her ass with almost no resistance, no asking for lube or foreplay to get her ready. Just hollering out for me to fuck her ass. I roared and grabbed her hips and just plain ploughed her. I fucked that ass for all I was worth. I know Patty screamed, I have no idea, and frankly don't care, if it was in pleasure or pain. She gave that ass up on a regular basis to others, it was MINE tonight. Somewhere along the way I filled that rubber to the point I was afraid I would break it, but I just pushed her off my cock, pulled it off and tossed it in the trash not even bothering to tie it off, and staggered into the shower. Patty came in just as I was finishing up. She gave me a few glances, but we never said a word. I dropped into bed and pretended to be asleep when she came to bed. \--- Wednesday morning it was by ritual she went out the door, Patty still giving me little glances. I grinned as I left a little later. As much as I hated the bitch right now, she did have one fine ass to fuck! When I got home that night, before disappearing into my office, I was informed that there was a conference in Chicago Friday and Saturday and she had been selected from the secretarial pool to go. They were leaving Thursday afternoon and returning Sunday afternoon. I passed that on to Janice. Got an email back an hour later. Jeremiah knew nothing about a conference, but the senior execs were headed to a team building retreat. More like team fucking retreat! \--- I also discovered just how devious Janice was. She had some flyers delivered to their offices. Seems the building was up for some Ecco award, and was getting an energy audit. Some UV window sensors and ventilation air flow sensors were being put in place temporarily, and would be removed in a week or two after the energy audit. Friday afternoon, after most of the employees had left since the bosses were out of town for their 'conference', two nice young men with business cards matching the flyer appeared with two large cases. They started putting little flow sensors on the vents, and little black boxes on the windows. Aaaaand a few little ones on shelves where the cameras could pick up what the ceiling and window ones couldn't. In a matter of a few hours, and with complete acceptance and even a little help, the entire office was wired for sound and video. I watched a little bit with Wendy the following Tuesday. The moan and grin on Patty's face as she pumped saline into her tits, the grin as she squeezed them before heading out on her rounds. Walking right into an executive's office and bending over for her first fuck of the day barely ten minutes after clocking in. It was more of the same, and I had Wendy turn it off when I saw her crawl under one of the female executive's desk to eat her pussy while Patty had a foxtail plug in her ass. There were so many fantasies I had of doing things with Patty that were going to be blown to hell and back with these videos. They did go back and put camera's under the desks. They had to be careful with one of them. Seems this exec had one under her own desk so she could feel Patty eat her pussy while she watched it on her own monitor. I got the highlights after that. Like the husband and wife, He'd fuck Patty, then she'd go next door and lay back on the wife's desk to eat her husband's cum from Patty's pussy. Once in a while getting Patty to fuck one or two others before her husband so she could have a 'double' or a 'triple' for lunch. Of course there were the expected anal days and the two and three way sessions. Mostly MMF, but quite a few FFM as well as one all girl four way with toys. I was very tempted to put it out on the internet, but we needed it for my case. Not that I was just sitting on my hands during the two weeks of evidence gathering. No, I was working on my new invention. Aptly called 'Death by a million orgasms.' Those first few weeks of watching porn while being pissed at Patty turned into some interesting research. Wendy and Janice giggled, "You might have to go into the adult toy business after this one." They fought over the prototype base. But this one was special for Patty, I added some upper attachments that they had NO interest in trying out. Patty probably wouldn't have either if she had been with it when she did. I just slipped a little something into her drink to heighten her enjoyment... and mess with her memory. At first I wasn't all that cool with what I was doing. But then I realized she was doing this to herself on a regular basis. The couple of times I did it to her without her remembering more than outweighed the probably hundreds of times she did it to herself without me knowing. Besides, I really wanted it to be a surprise as she got her holes filled! Wendy and Jeremiah had it all arranged, a little demonstration of this wonderful new sex toy called 'Death by a million orgasms.' Even the non office sluts were interested in the ultimate fucking machine. \--- Finally Friday came, as in literally FINALLY. This morning's demonstration would come to a loud conclusion, and hopefully the end of my dealings with the slut. I had to fuck her three times these last week's just to allay suspicions. I wanted to buy a decontamination room. I was setting up the machine when Wendy brought Patty in. She didn't recognize me in my wig and beard. I did have to look, this was the first time I saw her saline filled tits with a full load. Even I had to admit they didn't look too bad. She climbed up on the table and straddled the dildo, sighing as she settled in. "Now if you can lean back into the frame." "Um," Patty said, not wanting to lean back into the straps. Wendy smiled, "It's just for safety. In some of the initial tests the subjects passed out in orgasm. It's just to keep you from getting hurt if it happens to you." "Oh!" and leaned back to let her shoulders be strapped to the frame. "And if you can put your hands behind your back and grip the handles. If you twist them they release the straps if you need to." Patty grabbed the handles and settled in. Wendy put the VR goggles and headphones on. Patty gave a little gasp as we started up the machine. Just a nice slow fuck with a little bit of vibration. "Are you a screamer?" Wendy asked through the headphones. Patty grinned. I heard Wendy chuckle, "Well at home it wouldn't be a problem, but I don't think we want the upstairs neighbors coming down now do we?" Patty shook her head. "Well then let me give you something to suck on for this demonstration. Open wide." Wendy slipped a not so little cock pacifier between her lips. The slut sucked it right in, then she got a surprise. The straps around her wrists tightened down as the ones on her shoulders did the same pinning her leaning back and thrusting her tits up and out. Oh yeah, and Wendy tightened the chin strap of that pacifier effectively holding her mouth shut around it. I grinned, the slut was strapped down and on display. The bankers were coming in the room, each one eyeing the way Patty was strapped in. One of the ladies gasped a bit, the last one through the door licked her lips and her nipples stood out through blouse and light jacket as she took Patty in. "Thank you for letting us demonstrate today. If you'd please take your seats we can get started," Wendy said. "Doesn't seem like much," one of the older men said. I stepped forward, "It's in basically an idle mode right now. She's strapped in with a good audio and visual track and minimal movement on the vibrator." I pointed the remote to the wall monitor and a duplication of what Patty was seeing and hearing came up. Wendy began setting out thin folders in front of each member, "If you will sign the NDA we can begin." Unlike the one Jeremiah signed, these were iron clad holding the individual and the company as a whole responsible for a breach. Once they were signed, and a few hesitantly, Wendy collected them and we began. I grinned and stepped back to the table, "Thank you, now we can get started." I looked at the woman trying to devour Patty with her eyes. "How many times have you worn out your favorite vibrator, because the best setting in the control went out." I looked around the room, "How many times have you used a vibrator on your partner and gotten the wrong angle, or hit the wrong hole?" There were a few gasps and chuckles. "Well with the 'Death by a million orgasms' that will no longer be a problem. What you see before you is what we term the deluxe model. With vaginal, anal, and clitoral stimulators." That got groans from the ladies. "In addition there are several options for breast and nipple stimulation, with many variations of vibration and suction. Nibbling and licking options are available, as well and custom accessories for just about any fetish. Let me demonstrate." I reached for my tablet and tapped the screen, followed shortly by a low moan from Patty. "I've just increased the vibration and penetration from a little wiggle and buzz, to a coarse vibration and a medium penetration, say about seven inches." One of the less endowed men coughed at 'medium penetration'. I tapped the screen again, Patty screeched around her gag. "And there we have the anal attachment." Another screen tap, and the little wand pivoted up in front of her inflamed pussy and pressed to her clit. "And finally the clitoral vibrator." The ladies were wide eyed at Patty in the throes of a nice orgasm. "But then you can get something similar in just about any high end toy shop. So what makes this unit so spectacular compared to those units?" I glanced around the table, everybody's eyes were glued to an orgasming woman in the frame on the table. "What makes this unit special is the ability to sync the unit to your own home videos to relive your favorite session. You have a wild night you want to relive, no problem." I tapped, and a recorded scene from the office was displayed on the wall and in Patty's visor. Everybody gasped, well all except Patty, she had a mouth full of cock gag as the vibrator drove deep in her pussy over and over. "You enjoy getting bent over and having your ass ravaged, go for it." It switched through three scenes of execs practically raping Patty's ass as the dildo did the same to her. She was drooling now. I switched to a few scenes of Patty eating pussy. "While I didn't bring it, we even have a nice licking attachment." A few of the execs started to get up. "If any of you leave your portion of the videos will be on the internet before you get out of the building." As they sat back down, Wendy stepped beside Patty to remove the VR glasses and headphones. She was looking at me, and her eyes went wide as I pulled the wig and beard off. "Oh yes, I believe I mentioned various fetish attachments. I had Patty's just for this occasion." I tapped the tablet, and the long base in front of Patty opened and two long arms pivoted up in front of her chest... with a syringe and needle on the end of each one. I grinned as she screamed into the gag as the needles entered her tit. Dead center of her nipples! And not the gentle poke she did to the underside of her own tits either. Those evening sessions to get her settings mapped out went perfectly. Even with the ecstasy, she groaned every one of those evenings when we got the penetration and vibration settings just right. Hard and deep into her cervix in her pussy, the head just in and out of her ass on every stroke teasing her ring, and a course vibration on her clit. She passed out orgasming as the saline went into her tits. Only being strapped in kept her from hurting herself. I almost came when the needles pulled from her nipples, a little bit of saline squirted back out for a moment like she was lactating. I muted the monitor, the only sounds were the vibrators and motors fucking Patty, and her whimpers of orgasm, one after another. "So what does this mean to all of you? Well it means that you get to keep your fuck slut." Heads snapped to me on that. "That's right, you keep her, I don't want to see or hear from her after today." "First, you employ her for the next five years with her option to extend for another five. I don't care if she comes in or fucks off. If she's breathing, you're paying." "Second, she releases all claim to anything with my name on it. Mine comes off anything of hers including that fucking condo." "Third, she doesn't contest a fast track divorce. It's filed and it's done. Finally, if I ever hear from the bitch, you all get to make internet stardom." Nothing, no response, just stares as Wendy passed out documents for signatures. I left. I headed back to the condo to pack. They had instructions to put her in a hotel tonight while I vacated the condo. Many trips and trash bags later I had the back of the Expedition filled. A few boxes of things from my office, the tow bar on the Jeep, and I was out of there. I pulled into the motel a little before midnight, and was crashed on the bed a half an hour later... fully dressed. Somewhere in the middle of the night I woke long enough to strip and shower and fall right back in bed. \--- I got a text the next morning to come over to Wendy's when I was back with the living. I didn't recognize the address, and just followed the Garmin. Fuuuuucckkk... Lake Quivira! I made my way through trying not to hit anything while I gawked. I pulled up to a very nice place near the south end. And out popped Janice! Turns out I'm just as with it as most men. When Wendy said partner, I assumed lawyer partners. It never dawned on my they were life partners as well. I had a nice pair of big tits pressed into my chest in a tight hug, and then watched bouncing cheeks in short shorts as we went up the steps to the house. DAMN! Wendy wasn't playing fair either. An old thin tank top and loose silky shorts. I sat as quickly as possible to hide my hard on. We sat around eating good burgers and chips, just general bullshitting. Until the meal was done... "So Donald, now that the shit is starting to flow downhill, what's your plans?" I looked back at Wendy, "I have no idea. I mean I have to find a place, get back to work, probably muddle through for a while and see where I wind up." She smiled, "Well at least you're not too pressed to go back to work." "Huh?" Janice glanced at Wendy grinning, then turned back to me. "We put a one million dollar payout in their paperwork. It's over ten years so don't spend it all at once, but you should be able to get a good start on things." I was stunned, "A million?" Janice smiled, "Something to get a good start on life with." I smiled, then snorted. "Hell, that's what I thought we were doing." I sighed, "I guess I'm lucky Patty didn't get pregnant, we were trying for the last several months. My luck she'd have gotten pregnant from one of the assholes and I'd have wound up raising someone else's kid." Wendy looked at Janice, then slowly back at me. "She got her tubes tied after the abortion." I got kicked in the gut again and I'd already booted the bitch out. "She told me she mis-carried." We got falling down drunk, and somewhere along the way I was dumped into a bed. \--- We partied Sunday, just not quite as hard. I actually remembered crawling into bed on my own. Monday I probably looked like hell at work, and just stayed buried in my cubicle all week. Wendy drug me back to their place the following weekend. \--- I managed to arrive late morning on Saturday, they had a little buffet set out and I munched a bit. "So are you back with the living Donny?" Janice asked. I snickered, "Reasonable so. She grinned and wrapped her arms around Wendy, "So did she turn you gay or do I still have to worry about you trying to steal my girlfriend?" I laughed, I kicked my head back in a roaring laugh. "No, I'm definitely NOT gay. I still have my firm desire for the opposite sex." "Ah hell," and wrapped her arms around Wendy and went tonsil hunting. It took those two a while to come up for air. "Don't get her started, she can go from snogging to shagging in the blink of an eye." I just chuckled deciphering the code. Wendy snuggled in under Janice's arm. "So you have any good prospects yet?" I snorted, "I just dumped the bitch a week ago. I've barely made it out of my apartment." "What about kids? I mean with what she did, you still want kids?" I sighed, "Yeah. If I ever find the right woman. Sure." Wendy opened her mouth to say something, stopped, then continued. "If you could go back in time and make one past relationship work the way you wanted to. Who would it be?" I grinned, "Easy, Whitney." "Why?" I was still grinning thinking about her. "You mean besides that damn accent that drives us nuts?" "Oi!" Janice groaned and turned Wendy for another nice kiss. I chuckled. "It was just that everything was perfect with Whitney. We laughed and smiled together. The twinkle in her eye, the way she carried herself. So confident in herself. We even started completing the other's sentences." Wendy got an evil grin, then reached over and cupped Janice's big tit and tweaked her nipple making Janice gasp and then groan. "What about the boobs? You blokes are always going for the big boobs. You said she was a bit small chested." I smiled remembering Whitney laid out on the bed, hair fanned out, knee kicked up, her small firm mounds drawing me like a magnet. "No, hers were perfect on her." Wendy raised an eyebrow and tweaked Janice's nipple again. "Seriously. Yes we notice big tits bouncing and moving. But that's temporary unless it's what we like. It's more about the woman they're attached to, the attitude that goes with them. You get a woman that doesn't like her body, big or small chest, it shows through. I'll take a woman comfortable with her figure over a big pair like yours any day." "That's good to know Bob," I heard in that lovely British accent behind me. I turned my chair to see a gorgeous woman standing there in a light tank top and short skirt with a beaming smile. It took me a moment, "Whitney?" She smiled even brighter, "Hello Bob." "What... How... It's really you?" She nodded. I'm not sure I even touched the ground as I went to her, wrapping my arms around her holding her tight and never letting her go. The feel of her in my arms, her scent, it all took me back to the boat. I let go just enough to pull back and look her in the eye. "It really is you." She grinned, bit the edge of her lip just like I remember her doing, then gave me a light peck on the lips. LIGHT PECK HELL! I wrapped my arms around her again and gave her a kiss to rival all kisses ever given! She hesitated a moment, then wrapped her arms around me thoroughly returning my kiss. When we broke the kiss, she snuggled under my chin. "There's something I need to tell you Bob." "I don't care what it is. No matter what, only that you're here." She pulled back smiling, but shook her head. "This is something important." I didn't let her go, "Okay, then tell me. Whatever it is it will be okay." "It would be easier to show you," and pulled back from me a bit. I didn't want to let her go, and glanced at Wendy and Janice smiling on the love seat. Wendy nodded, and I did the hardest thing I have ever done. I let go of Whitney. "I'll be right back, don't go anywhere." "Not a chance in hell." Whitney grinned and gave me another quick peck on the lips and barely escaped my arms to pull her back in tight. I watched those swaying hips and her swishing skirt until I couldn't. I turned to look at Wendy and Janice for help. I got a chorus of, "You'll see." I turned back when I heard Whitney's heels, and she was leading a small girl by her side. "Bob, I'd like you to meet Roberta... your daughter." Okay, that was totally out of left field. My legs gave out and I dropped to the chair and stared at her. She was the most gorgeous little girl, she was going to be a heart breaker, I could see Whitney in her. And I grinned, and she was mine! She was walking toward me, "Hello." Oh I'm a gonner. "Are you really my daddy? Mummy has shown me pictures of you." I really am a gonner, she has her mother's accent. I looked up at Whitney, eyes watering and hands tented over her mouth and nose. She nodded ever so slightly. I looked back at Roberta, "I think so." She grinned and stepped to me, "That's brill!" I kneeled down and scooped her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck, and I soon had another pair of arms from Whitney around the both of us. I don't know how long we stood there, and somewhere along the way I shifted Roberta to one side and Whitney moved to the other for a three way hug. I somehow managed to sit and keep my girls beside me. Whitney under one arm and Roberta on my lap. "How did you?" I asked Wendy looking back and forth between her and Whitney. Wendy grinned, "Sorority sisters. I heard all about this handsome bloke from the states that swept her off her feet, and then broke her heart." We sat and began unraveling the confusion on both sides. Wendy had already relayed the name confusion. Whitney had just come back from Brighton... Australia, not England. I went to KU, not MU. She had overhead the conversation I had with Carry that morning. "But we were just bullsh..." I got a raised eyebrow and a look at Roberta in my lap. "Just talking. I mean, remember Carrie. Petite little Carrie and what Carry said." Whitney sighed. "I did a few months later when I heard something similar about someone else. But at the time it was all I heard. When I discovered I was pregnant I went back, but they were gone." I chuckled, there had been a wild fire, and the propane tank explosion debris ripped the top off the marina office. Carry and Carrie decided it was a sign and decided to take the money and retire leaving some kid to lease the docks and such instead of rebuilding. We spent the afternoon filling in the little details. I was worried about what Whitney would think about what I did to Patty, but she just laughed. "Serves her right messing with my man!" Whitney caught herself up short and looked at me. I just smiled and cupped her jaw and kissed her softly. For some reason my hand started migrating down her chest towards... I was intercepted, a glare at me, and then a glance at Roberta. I just smiled and shrugged, she rolled her eyes at me. For the next few hours we had a double conversation, with me and Whitney mixing in whatever double entendre we could come up with. We evidentially we didn't hide that last one. Roberta looked up at us, "Are you and Mummy talking about shagging?" Whitney screeched, Wendy and Janice broke out laughing, I just turned a million shades of red. "Come on pumpkin," Wendy said to Roberta, "Let's go feed the ducks." "YEAH!" and scrambled off my lap and launched toward the kitchen. As soon as I heard the front door close I turned Whitney and brought her to my lap and my lips. But I could only take so much of being this close and not having her. I got one hand under her butt and stood heading for the stairs. Whitney just held on tighter, only putting her feet down once we were in the room. I was going to slowly undress her and do it right, but Whitney was shucking her clothes like they were on fire. A moment later I was right behind her. When she lay back with her arms spread like she had on the yacht I stopped cold. All the frenzy died. I leaned down and began kissing her ankle, slowly working my way up her leg. I made it as far as mid-thigh before I was interrupted. Whitney grabbed my hair and pulled me up between her legs and wrapped them around me. "We'll have time for that later," she panted in my ear. I backed up and slid into a tight wet pussy. Feeling Whitney clamp down on me and grunt as I bottomed out in her. I only paused a moment as we were a pair of rutting wild animals. Grabbing and holding, kissing and groping until we came in a screaming fit together... I was lying beside Whitney trying to catch my breath. I grinned looking over at her chest heaving beside mine. Those lovely little points standing up firm and proud. Maybe a little bigger than I remember, her nipple and areola a little darker, a bit more pronounced nipple. "Blokes and boobs..." Whitney giggled. I snickered and rolled over to capture it with my mouth. That giggle turned into a groan as her arms surrounded my head. We would probably have continued to round two, but a screeching little girl downstairs reminded us of where we were. I had to stare as Whitney got dressed. Only a little thong under her dress, those lovely little points deliciously bare under her blouse. Those same points showing through just enough drawing me back to her. Whitney snorted, Roberta screeched downstairs the moment I got my hand on her tit. I got a nice kiss and we made our way back down. Roberta totally forgotten her shagging question, but the grins from Wendy and Janice said they didn't. I could only groan when all three of them looked at me after I put Roberta to bed. She fell asleep in my arms as I read to her, and it took three tries to slip her from my arms and under the covers before she stayed asleep. "What?" I asked. "Nothing!" came the soft three way chorus. I shook my head and wrapped my arms around Whitney from behind. **After** As in happily ever after. I emailed my boss and told him with everything that went on with Patty, I needed to take a week off. And I did, I needed to spend a week with Whitney and Roberta to wipe the skank from my memory. We went all over Kansas City, did everything we could together. Roberta took her afternoon naps in my arms and on my chest. I spent the nights with Whitney in my arms and on my chest... and riding my cock and sitting on my face and... All too soon the week was over and we had to get back to the real world. But we had plans, and we would talk or email daily. She had to get home to her parents, actually in England this time, and I had to get to work. We burned up the airwaves with Skype. I had morning breakfast here while they had lunch in the UK. I read Roberta a story on my afternoon break for her evening bed time. I tried to get Whitney to buy one of those remote controlled OhMyBod vibrators. She grinned and shook her finger at me, "You cheeky bugger." She looked over her shoulder to make sure the coast was clear, then flashed her tits at me. I just grinned. \--- I month later I was on a plane to London to spend two weeks, and then hopefully the rest of my life, with Whitney. I saw the girls waiting beyond customs, with Whitney barely holding Roberta back. As soon as I cleared she released the hound. Roberta came running and screaming "Daaaaaadddiiiieee." I dropped to my knees and held my arms out for her, it took quite a while before I could see well enough to stand. I even got a nice kiss from Whitney. "So this is the scoundrel that broke my daughters' heart," I heard from behind me. I turned to see a proper English gentleman standing with his thumbs hooked in his vest pockets. "Daddy," Whitney whined. The lovely older woman beside him slapped his shoulder. He cringed and shielded his head with his arms, "Bloody hell, can't a bloke have a bit of fun?" Roberta giggled, "Gran pa pa is funny." We loaded my bags, and I cringed the whole way home. I've seen it, but experiencing driving on the wrong side of the road for the first time with a mad man behind the wheel is not for the faint of heart. Her dad pulled up in front of a small mansion and I was finally able to release my grip on the door handle. We barely got out of the car, and her dad was being drug away for something. The life of an ambassador. \--- We were enjoying the day, a trip into town with my family. Roberta had just had her afternoon snack and was starting to settle down. I crooked my finger at her and she came bouncing over. I cupped my hand and whispered in her ear. "Do you remember what you asked me the first time you saw me?" She grinned nodding, then cupped her hand to my ear but did NOT whisper," Are you really my daddy?" I heard Whitney's parents chuckle. I was getting 'the look' from Whitney. I whispered back to Roberta. "Do you think we should make it for real?" She pulled her head back grinning and nodding like a bobble head. I took her hand and lead her to where Whitney was sitting. But instead of handing Roberta off, I kneeled. "Whitney Fisher, will you marry me?" Whitney gasped, then put her hands to her mouth and nose before slowly lowering her trembling hand to mine and was nodding just like Roberta had done earlier. I slipped my grandmothers ring on her finger, then kissed her palm. She was wrapped around me as her folks were applauding along with Roberta trying to decide between clapping and hugging my leg. I picked her up and we had our first official three way family hug. Soon to be a five way hug with her parents joining us. \--- They drove me to the airport, and I still clung to the door for my life. Her parents waited in the car with Roberta while Whitney walked me in. I held her tight enjoying her lips and seriously thinking about saying fuck it and staying here. But we had a plan. Whitney had two more months of class, and then she was flying to the states with Roberta. I had two months to find an apartment for the three of us. Wendy had veto power on the apartment... sheeesh! We had the next year to make the official plan while she completed her degree in the US. Oh boy did we come up with a plan. \--- "Oi! Bobby boy. Quit ogling 'er bum and get to cookin'" "I ain't looking at her ass. And she's getting fatter by the day." There was a few gasps from a few newbies nearby. "No shite, an' it's all yer fault too!" I came around the end of the counter and wrapped my hand around Whitney from behind and began rubbing her growing belly. "Damn straight! Wanna practice some more?" She gasped and turned to me shaking her finger and grinning, "Damn Yanks!" she said pulling away. \--- This was our second year in running the 'Painted Lady' and it looked like we would be very close to being in the black by the end of the season. It started off innocent enough. After the girls came back to the US we made a trip back to where it all started. Uncle Kyle still had his cabin, and we based out of there. We stopped by the marina for old times sake... and were sadly disappointed. The marina was still there, but in much need of regular maintenance. The guy running the place had a camper parked next to one of those prefab sheds. He rented a few off brand runners, but if you ran out of fuel, needed anything for your boat, or just wanted to get some basic supplies he had a list of local places posted on the shed. I probably grumbled about it for a few days remembering all the good times I had as a kid around there. Finally Whitney couldn't take my grumbling any more. "So what would you do about it?" she asked as she sat straddling my lap. I put my hands on her bare waist and gave her a quick peck before kicking my head back chuckling. "Hell babe, I don't know. They had a good operation going there. But after this long, could it even come back." "Assume it could." I blew my cheeks out. "Well the marina itself pays the taxes with slip rental and such. It's the extras at the office that are the gravy, all the Jet Ski rentals and such. Even then you're competing with all the other guys around the shore for the same customers." "No way to corral that business?" "Not really, the hot spot is party cove, and there's nothing around there." "Nothing?" "Well not really. It's a private cove for the most part. Really only accessible from the water. The residents around it do their best to discourage access." "So you're locked out. Like land locked in reverse?" "Yup, unless you want to put something directly... on... the water." I looked up at my genius fiancé. "What?" "The thing to do would be to put a satellite store directly on the water." "Keep going." "Like a deck boat or something. Sell fuel and supplies, maybe even a snack bar or something." "And beer?" "Possible. The fun part would be finding a spot to anchor. You'd be limited on supplies in coolers without shore power. Not sure if it is even feasible." I looked at her grinning. "But you're thinking about it aren't you?" she said. I shrugged my shoulders. Whitney gave me a soft kiss, "So run the numbers, do the research. At least then you'd know if that duffer is really barely making it, or just faffing off to just get by." Well our first call was to Carry and Carrie. They were thrilled someone was taking an interest in it. They had received enough calls from old friends about the state of the place that Carry was thinking about coming out of retirement. Carrie was not happy about that thought. They emailed us a copy of the last three years of books from before the explosion and Carrie was hoping for a return call. I guessed pretty good. The marina made the basics with a little bit more than I had thought left over. The store and rentals were definitely the gravy with the rental and fuel being the top of the cake. The little convenience store corner was basically a write off to break even. Carry had tried for a liquor license, but the city denied it for both retail and by the drink. But if we were on the water all we would have to deal with are the state and coast guard. But on the water meant a power problem. But on the water meant liquor and higher profits. Quite the Catch-22. Some further investigation was in order. It was late enough in the season that party cove was dormant, so we decided to take Roberta with us. Whitney still scowls at me to this day. I rented an air boat. Whitney wasn't too sure, and Roberta was all grins. We had just barely gotten moving and Roberta was screaming out, "Faster daddy, faster!" We zipped out and around on the lake for a bit before I headed around the point to check things out. As I suspected, further up the point the pickings were pretty slim... but! The old Sanderson place had the remains of a fairly long dock, and it was far enough in from the point to be feasible. Now if we could just convince Carl. We met him for supper, but it wasn't going very well. He did not appreciate all them youngin's making so much noise. And that loud music. Whitney put her hand on my arm to stop me as I was going to try another tact and took over. "Yeah, I can see how that would be a bother. All those topless and naked women being brought even closer to your place could be a real distraction." He looked at Whitney, "Nekked?" Whitney sighed, "Well you know how kids are these days, so competitive. I mean we almost have to have the wet t-shirt competitions to get the guys in to buy the beer. And then the girls get a few drinks in them and it just spirals from there. from wet t-shirt, to topless, and all too often it winds up a naked grind fest in order to win the competition." Carl gulped. "And then there is the problem of finding impartial judges too. I mean every guy is going to vote for his girl if he expects to get laid. So then we have to find someone that is willing to endure the torture of having to watch those girls and pick a winner." "Um... just what... what are you proposing?" I grinned, she had him! We came to a tentative agreement, pending on what we found to float in. We would put a power and fresh water feed in out to a buoy far enough off shore to keep from being entangled in the city and county. For a to be determined percentage, he would get a reserved seat at the bar, be the head judge in any contest he desired, and get his food and drink at cost to be deducted from his percentage. So we started looking at boats, but anything with a useable surface and capacity was going to be outrageous. Then we lucked out. There was a company that went bankrupt in western Kentucky that had some 'mini' river barges they used to run things up a few of the smaller tributaries. After a few serious talks we came to a decision and I took a good chunk of my 'slut employer' money and we purchased the smallest one they had and had it brought up to the lake. At nearly a hundred feet long and thirty five feet wide, small was a relative term. The guy running the marina didn't appreciate us floating it into the big slip on the far end, but part of the lease of the marina was a slip for Carry or any friends to use whenever they wanted. And Carry never specified what slip. The rest of my 'slut employer' money went into storage and equipment. Most of the hull for dry storage, but a fair amount for cold and frozen storage. We also had to put in fresh and black water storage tanks to satisfy the state health department. Some time with some square tubing and a welder made an awning to put our bar and grill under, the grill area separated our by the drink from the package store. Some used restaurant equipment gave us a basic grill area. We had an arrangement with a convenience store up the road to use him and his supplier for our supplies, and arrangements with the local distributor for beer and liquor. We had fuel tanks on one end along with their containment bases. Diesel, gas, and propane. The propane was mainly for us, but we had a wet leg to fill BBQ cylinders if need be. We thought we were all set for spring when Carry would give the duffer the news that his lease was not being renewed. We weren't even close. By the end of the first day our 'weeks supply' of every chip and snack we had was sold out. The by the drink was a wash, and I had used almost half of my weeks supply of beef and fries. We scrambled with emergency orders and scraped by that first week. By the end of the second month both the beer and food distributors had decommissioned refrigerated trailers parked at the marina, and I had begged and horse traded for a third refrigerated trailer for the summer to keep my miscellaneous stuff in that needed to be out of the heat. Carl on the other hand was having the time of his life, he even shaved! He held court at the end of the bar admiring all the topless women come and go, he totally hated having to judge the contests. And was totally put out when some young lady needed a ride back to the marina to get something from her car. I also knew we needed help. Whitney and I were dog tired and hadn't made love in several weeks. Hell I'm not sure what day it was other than it wasn't Tuesday only because there were no deliveries. We hired a cook and another waitress and took the mornings off for the next two weeks. We made it through the summer, and I for one was glad of a shorter summer season on the water. I shuddered to think we would have had at least a month or so still open if we had been on land. I also knew we had a major refit to do over the winter. The bar was being cut in half, the table area doubled. I had to build a cooler area on the main deck for the kegs and cases of beer. Going to the hold storage all the time was getting real old, so it was either that or a lift system of some sort was a must have. The diesel tank was history, as we only filled one boat all season. The five hundred gallon gasoline tank was the only thing that was about right. The kitchen was getting a second grill and three more deep fryers with a second five hundred gallon propane tank to feed them. We had to shut down a week earlier than planned because we ran out. We could shuttle our own gasoline, but had to pull anchors and have the barge pushed to shore for a propane fill. And then there were all the changes in the hold. All that wasted dry storage area was being converted to freezer and cold storage. So much for taking the winter off! So while the barge was being dry docked we hopped a plane for London to see her folks and get reacquainted with our daughter. That was also the winter we became officially 'The Painted Lady.' "So what do you think honey?" I heard behind me. I turned, and nearly fell off my chair. "Damn that's hot!" We had a bit of a difference of opinion with the local officials as to if the girls could go topless or not. My hot little wife had done some digging, and found quite the compromise... BODY PAINT! She had a 'regular bikini' painted on, and yet it hid absolutely nothing! I could see every little bump and ripple on her tits and nipples. She pulled her hair to one side and turned her back to me. "Should we have them paint the strings in, or just leave the back bare?" "ARGH!" I roared and grabbed my wife. Flipping her to her back and yanking her thong down. I grabbed thighs and proceeded to bounce her little tits as hard as I could until she came in a screaming orgasm followed by my flooding her pussy. The next year we were a big hit, and not a bikini top in sight. There was quite a variety of bottoms, but every top, and I mean EVERY top, came from a bottle. And Carl was there every morning to supervise the painting of the tits. The girls took great delight in teasing him as he ogled their tits. The only exception was our bartender. She had decided to go old school and get a few sets of Burlesque tassels. And she took great delight in the tips she got when she gave them a twirl. Betting some of the new people if she could or couldn't, and then how long she could keep them going. I enjoyed the Christmas in July when she changed the tassels out for bells! It seems like even when she stood still, those monster tits would start swinging and jingling the bells. Mmmm, but those weren't the only tits that had my attention. There was a smaller set, but infinitely more interesting. Interesting in that they were getting bigger and bigger. Tastier and tastier. \--- It was getting near the end of the season and it was going to be a toss-up if we closed for the season, or Whitney had our baby first. I didn't let her pull away, I kept my hands under her belly making her giggle as I nuzzled her neck. "You know I'm going to have to give them a thorough check up again tonight. I'd swear that you're starting to lactate." "Only after ye shag me bum you ornery yank," she said with a grin. I squeezed her ass, "Damn you drive a hard bargain." She reached between us, "Better be nice and hard." I groaned, she snickered. I love my wife, I love my wife. She looked over her shoulder and wiggled that ass at me, then flipped her skirt up just long enough for me to see the big crystal headed butt plug between her tanned cheeks. DAMN I love my wife! \--- And so we spent the next several years of our life. Winters in Tennessee with her parents, dad now retired. Thankfully we had a small house off to one side of his property. The wild sex when Whitney runs around naked and scantily dressed might get a bit embarrassing. I just grin when I can make her scream in orgasm. Come late January or early February we take a two week cruise to be 'alone'. Our real reason is so Whitney can show off, and I can show her off. She packs all silky boxers for me, I set out ONE bra for her. And ONLY one. She is only 'allowed' to wear it to and from the airport. It usually comes off in the cab on the way! I have an entire two week vacation of Whitney dressed in sheer tops and dresses. The evening dinner dresses are a little more on the translucent side, but we make sure to sit where the light is just right and just happens to light up her chest! All bikinis are translucent, and transparent when wet. We were scolded for not staying in the adults' area the first cruise. Seems too many ladies were not appreciating their men with tongues hanging out looking at my hot wife. Sucks to be them! Going up to the European deck so she can be topless is heaven. She snickers at my hard on when she wears one of those bottoms that the strings go up over her shoulders. The evil woman wraps the strings around her nipples and tugs on them whenever I look at her. And even being able to see right through any top she had on, every picture I took on vacation had to have two more just like it. The first regular, then one with her top pulled aside or up to flash her tit, and a third flashing whatever butt plug she had in. Every night I was 'forced' to fuck my wife's ass. And it was usually after I shot my first load deep in her pussy or down her throat so she could have a long deep ass fuck. But she sure was a messy eater, letting my cum dribble out of her mouth and down on to her tits. The look on one of our dinner table companions when she realized what was on Whitney's lips and chest at dinner was hilarious! I think her husband was jealous, I just wanted to go back to the room and do it again before the evening theater show. We usually sat in back so Whitney could open her top and cuddle against me while I groped her tits. We ALWAYS got excellent bar service for some reason. If she was I a real ornery mood, she'd take an ice cube from her drink and run it across her nipples while the guys eyes were glued to them. I chuckled the one evening we had a waitress instead of a waiter. She was either bi or les, she grinned at me playing with Whitney's chest, 'Tasty!' she said softly. She pouted when I told her Whitney was all mine. I had to cover my mouth when Whitney dropped between my knees to suck me down when the waitress left. I bit my jacket when she made me blast all over her tits... again! I grinned when the waitress returned later and looked like she wanted to lick Whitney's chest clean. Whitney leaned back against me after the waitress left, "Well it was either that, or pop my plug out and sit down on your dick to fill my ass." I looked down at cum covered tits. She truly is an ornery British wench! \--- *And now for my disclaimers which were inspired by JimBob44, thanks for the inspiration. Yes, I never met a comma or ellipse I didn't like. Yes, it jumps around too much. Yes, it's in the wrong category. Yes, it's too long. Yes, it's too short. Yes, this is stupid shit. If you want a perfect story go find one written by Mr. Data. And, yes, I suck. Go have yourself a warm and fuzzy day. BTW, you only get to comment on spelling and grammar if you are volunteering to be an editor. Those comments and rants will be deleted, you've been warned. AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE!* {Storytellers note: I am looking for a female proof reader for a story in the works. If you happen to be blessed with a small chest, so much the better!}

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Title: The Name Is Black, Jet Black, Part One by Wolfie Steel Tags: Biker Mice, Character Development, Mouse, Story Progression, Story Series The Name Is Black, Jet Black. Chapter 1. By Vinnie Van Daz (aka Wolfie Steel) This Story was inspired by my love of both The Biker Mice From Mars and also James Bond, and also was one of the first outings for a very well known pair of Wolves, enjoy. A little background is in order; Commander Jet Black is a mouse with, surprise, surprise, jet black fur. We also see Matt Bond. Matt and one of the Biker Mice, Throttle, have found the commander being beaten to within an inch of his life, they rescue him and bring him back to our home on the Isle Of Man, where he meets the now infamous Vinnie Van Daz. Commander Jet Black has been living as part of my extended mice family for a month now, the injuries that he received in his fight with the thugs, though not completely healed, were well on the way to completely healing. The guys and I had all decided to have one of our famouse James Bond marathons and had asked Commander Black if he wanted to join us. "Sure, I would love to join you, back on Mars we are able to receive your TV broadcasts, and have been able to for many years, so I've kind of grown up with James Bond.", Came the commander's reply. The James Bond marathon was about to begin, but there was no sign of Jet, I decided to go and look for him, because after all I knew that he wouldn't want to miss a single movie. I eventually found the Commander in his room. "Jet, are you coming we are about......" My sentence tailed off as I laid eyes on the sight that stood before me, the Commander completely dressed up as James Bond, including and imitation Walther PPK handgun. He gave me the trademark James Bond look and then uttered those immortal words. "The name is Black, Jet Black." I stood there completely in awe at how good Jet looked. "Oh my god Jet, you look fantastic. We have never actually dressed up as characters from the films, maybe we should?" I made my way to town and bought a whole heap of James Bond movie costumes and then returned home, I walked into the living room where the rest of the guys were all sat. "You know guys, why don't we all dress up as characters from the James Bond movies?" The guys all thought that it was a great idea, and made their way to the pile of costumes that I had bought, and then they disappeared to get themselves ready. Two hours later, and time for the big reveal and oh my god what a reveal. Modo had dressed up as Jaws, Hawk, because of his stature, had dressed up as Odd Job, complete with bowler hat, Charley, well she could really only be Miss Money Penny, Throttle was dressed up as M, Vinnie had dressed up as Alec Trevelyan (aka 006), Matt, of course got to be Fransisco Scaramanga, (aka The Man With The Golden Gun), owing to the fact that Throttle had bought him a replica of the actual golden gun, Josh became Ernst Blofeld, and me well I became Q. We all looked fantastic, and then came the main event; standing at the top of the stairs was Jet, complete with the James Bond pose. Again he uttered those immortal words. "The name is Black, Jet Black." There was much cheering and whistling as everyone congratulated each other on how good they looked as their character. Jet made his way over to where I stood. "Hello Q, have you got some sort of gadget that will allow us to watch the movies?" I immediately go into character as Q. "Oh grow up 007, now I want these DVD's kept in pristine condition." Jet then replies. "You can trust me Q." From me there could only be one retort. "Yes, that's usually my first mistake." We all fell about laughing at the attempt by Jet and me at a little 'Bond' roll play, after the laughter had died down, we all made our way into the living room and took our seats, ready to watch the first movie in the marathon, which would be "Dr No". We had now spent four hours watching the movies, so I decided that it was time for a break. "Would any of you guys like a drink?" Again Jet replied as only his character could. "I'll have a root beer, shaken not stirred." This reply gained a mischievous look from me as I made my reply. "You'll have a thump from me if you keep this up!" Again the sound of hearty laughter filled the room. After our intermission, we all sat down and began the second part of the marathon, the movie to begin part two of the marathon was "For Your Eyes Only", as the movie's beginning credits began to roll, a sudden silence descended on the room, and that is how it would remain for the rest of the marathon. It was now 4 am and the end credits of the last movie, "Casino Royale", were rolling, I reached for the remote and stopped the DVD, and made sure that all the DVD's were back in their respective boxes and placed back in my locked glass cupboard, these were the only DVD's of mine that got this treatment as they were my pride and joy. After locking the cupboard, the guys and I all said goodnight to each other and went to our rooms to bed. We had all now been asleep for about three hours, when I was awoken by the sound of one of the guys moaning and groaning, so I got out of bed and put my dressing gown on and exited my room to try and see if I could find which of the mice it was that was doing the moaning. It didn't take much detective work on my part to find the cause of the noise, I stood outside Jet's room and could hear him talking in his sleep, I realised that he was just having a bad dream, and I began to make my way back to my room. It was then that Jet said something that made me stop dead in my tracks, he called out the name Drax, I didn't want to intrude, but if he kept this up, the whole house would be awake, and I would have my hands full of tired and irritable mice. I quietly entered Jet's room, I walked over to the side of his bed and placed a hand on his shoulder and just gave him a gentle rock. "Jet, Jet, come on bro, wake up." Jet woke up with a start; his fur was absolutely covered in sweat droplets. "Vin, oh thank god it's you bro." "Jet, that must have been one intense dream, do you wanna tell me about it?" "Hell no, you would think that I was just being stupid and you would laugh at me." "Oh Commander, you still have a lot to learn about me. There is no way that I would laugh at you and as for thinking that you are stupid, trust me, I don't. I'll let you into a secret, I had the same experience with Vinnie sometime back, he had an intense dream, but I managed to help him out, so why don't you give me a chance to help you out?" "Ok here goes, it all stems from our James Bond movie Marathon. I'm James Bond and I'm on board Drax's Moonraker Shuttle, I know now that it was all a dream, but at the time it seemed so real." I managed to settle the Commander back to sleep, even though by now it was daylight outside, and I made my way back to my bed and stayed there until 11.00 am. I awoke at 11.00 am and made my way downstairs to get myself a drink and maybe a little late breakfast, I entered the kitchen and found Jet sat at the kitchen table, Daniel the chef had made Jet a cup of soothing herbal tea. Daniel greeted me in his usual way. "Good morning sir, if you will forgive me saying so sir, you look as though you could drink a cup of my herbal tea too." "Ah Daniel, your legendary herbal tea, I like the sound of that my friend and I would indeed love a cup, if you would be so kind." Daniel made me a cup of herbal tea and placed it in front of me; I took a sip from the cup and could instantly feel myself beginning to relax. Daniel could see that Jet and I needed some time to talk, so he left the room and closed the door behind him. "Remind me to give Daniel a raise; he always knows how to make a mouse relax, though in your case Jet, I see that you are still a little tense." "Vin, I'm sorry for waking you up earlier, it's just that the dream that I had seemed so real, I actually felt as though I was there, playing the roll of James Bond." " Jet, don't think that you are alone in having such realistic dreams, I have never told anybody this, but I too have been plagued by the realness of a dream, to the extent that I felt that I was going to die. Now that I see that you are prone to realistic dreams, maybe next time we have a James Bond Movie marathon, once it is finished, maybe we could all just sit with a cup of Daniel's herbal tea, to help us all get a peaceful sleep, and you may rest assured my friend that the only people that know of your affliction are you, me and Daniel, and that is how it will remain." We could both now hear the tired stumbling of many mice heading towards the kitchen. "Oh well, there goes my stock of Root Beer." Both Jet and I began to laugh, as many bottles of the mice's favourite drink began to disappear from the cupboard. A wry smile spread across Jet's face. "So, I guess if I'm James Bond, then I get to make eyes at the lovely Miss Money Penny." Matt heard this; needless to say he was not impressed.

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Title: 3 Is a Magic Number Ch. 01 Tags: cousin, hand job, female masturbation, cousin sex, road trip, vacation, creampie, surprise creampie, sister, redhead *All Characters are 18+* \*\*\*\*\* This is not a short story. It is not always a happy story either. There will be some laughter, some tears, and a whole lot of sex. In other words, it's about real life. It's about the choices young people make, and how those choices affect their lives. My name is Jackson King and this is my story. I guess I should start at the beginning, since that's where all good stories start. I'll skip the "once upon a time" bullshit, though. I was eighteen years old, and I'd just graduated from high school. I lived with my parents, and my little sister, Katie. I call her my little sister, but she was actually eighteen too; my mom had her ten months after having me. I guess my parents liked sex a lot. Katie and I were always thrown together in everything. We were always in the same grade, sometimes even the same class. Katie and I were always close. Sometimes we fought like all siblings do, especially those who are close in age. When we were kids, most of our fights used to be about toys. But as we grew up, we occasionally argued about the bathroom, and such; but nothing major. The only big fight we ever had was a couple of years ago when her good friend Jenny tried to date me. Apparently she was good enough to be Katie's friend, but too much of a skank to date me. I guess I understand, because I really didn't want my little sister dating any of my friends. I know exactly what those guys had on their minds, and every one of those horny bastards hit on her, but all were unsuccessful. I guess I'd say that Katie was beautiful. After all, I've seen the way all my friends have been panting after her since she was twelve. That's about the time she started developing her womanly curves. When Katie stood with her back to the morning sun, it lit her wild red curls like a newly struck match. She's extremely curvy in all the right places. It's not that I'm checking out my sister or anything, but I'm not fucking blind. I mean, when she parades around the pool in a bathing suit, with her big bubble butt half hanging out, you have to be blind not to notice. She and Julia were always wrestling with me when we swim, so I often got a close up view. I have one secret that I'd never tell my friends, because they'd be so damn jealous: Katie is a back rub-aholic. Every night, for the past few years, she has come into my room, wearing all types of skimpy clothing for her nightly backrub. She would lay down next to me, and stare at me with her big green eyes; and then turn over. I'd then rub her back slowly and softly, scratching her back with my nails, which would elicit the cutest little purrs of satisfaction. Ok, I'll admit it, my ex-girlfriend used to make some of those same noises during sex. But Katie always said that it helped her to relax and took away her stress. So even if it felt a little awkward sometimes, I did it anyway. I'd do anything for my little sis. I mentioned my sister's best friend, Julia, earlier. Not only are they best friends, but she is our cousin. They were born two days apart in the same hospital, and frequently even shared birthday parties. I guess this explains why they are always attached at the hip. Julia is everything most little girls want to be. She is tall, lithe, and beautiful. She was a straight A student, captain of the cheerleading squad, and president of the student council. She also aced the SAT, and has been accepted into UCLA with a full academic scholarship. She was the most popular girl in school, and everybody loved her. She was inordinately blunt for a teenage girl, but when a girl is as breathtaking as Julia is, she tends to get away with being outspoken. She also had a cliché nickname for everyone: like champ, princess, or cowpoke. They were totally random, and it was entertaining in a way that was the polar opposite of the way your elementary gym teacher called you "sport." She was also tons of fun to be around. Almost every straight guy I knew had a crush on her at one time or another. I think that even some of our teachers would have married her after graduation. I have to admit, I wasn't immune to her charms. I remember singing Bryan Adams' "I Do It for You" to her when I was eleven. Unfortunately, I was shot down brutally, and I forgot about my crush on her by the time I turned twelve. My life was going perfectly fine, until Julia went on a two-week vacation with my family to our vacation house in Northern Michigan after senior year. It would be two weeks of hiking, swimming and enjoying the beautiful scenery. Or so I thought... \*\*\* After what seemed like months of waiting, the day finally came for our vacation. We've been going up North since I was a little kid; some of my earliest and happiest memories took place at that vacation house. I'll bet some of my dad's do also because it originally belonged to his parents and he's been coming up here since he was a little boy. My mom and dad were pretty cool, as far as parents go. My dad worked as a city planner for the city of Detroit. We tease him mercilessly about his job, but he really enjoys it, and he makes pretty good money. He usually works a ton of hours every week. I guess Detroit has a lot of planning to do. My mom is a freelance garden and landscaping designer. She basically designs outdoor layouts for businesses or homeowners. Much of her job involves creating 3D mock ups of her designs on the computer, so her clients have a better idea what the layouts will look like on their property. Even though she doesn't work for a big design firm, she works a lot. When she is at home, she's usually locked away in her office designing away on her Mac Pro. Due to our parent's hectic work schedules, Katie and I learned to take care of ourselves from an early age. We weren't neglected, by any means. It's just that we never had a real stay at home mom to take care of us. This has actually been a blessing in disguise. While we were jealous of our friends who had doting parents when we were small children, we laughed at those same kids later on. Those parents seem to have a hard time accepting the fact that their children are growing up, and those kids would probably kill for the amount of freedom that my sister and I take for granted. This had also uniquely prepared us for adulthood. Both of us knew how to cook better than our mom, do laundry, and many other household tasks that young people have to learn when they leave the nest. I think our parent's work schedules also brought us closer than normal siblings, due to the fact that we've had to depend on each other for so much. Julia came over the night before and spent the night so we could all leave bright and early. Well, it was bright alright; but the early part didn't happen. It was about ten o'clock when we started loading up my mom's Cadillac Escalade Hybrid for the four hour ride up I-75 North. "Hi, Jack." Julia smirked crookedly at me, distracting me from my dad's fluent cursing at the stubborn back hatch of the SUV that was blocked by overstuffed suitcases. Why is she looking at me like that? I wondered. "Hey, Jules. Are you ready for the trip up North?" "Sure she is," Katie interjected. "Why wouldn't she be?" I was dumbfounded at the question. Actually, I was a little distracted by Julia; she was simply stunning with her shoulder length, light brown hair streaked with light blond highlights. Her light blue tank top and dark blue shorts clung tightly to her young body. I use the word 'shorts' loosely. There really wasn't much fabric to them. Not only were they tiny, but they were painted on her tight teenage ass. The seam divided her ass cheeks, and highlighted her awesome cheerleader's body. I thought I even saw a little camel toe in the front, when she turned just right. My eyes gazed down her slim body, and back up to her face. Her eyes had widened, and I realized that I had been staring at her like I had never seen a girl before. What's more, she realized I had been staring at her like an idiot. What the hell was I doing? Instead of being grossed out, or offended by my lewd leering, she seemed to think that it was funny. "Do you like what you see?" She twirled slowly in a tight circle, slowing and posing at strategic intervals to highlight her gorgeous body. "Ahh..." I mouthed. She and Katie just giggled. Sometimes I fucking hate girls. I am never usually comfortable around them, except maybe my sister; occasionally. Instead of belatedly trying to make up a witty comeback, I just shut my trap, and not-so-gracefully made my retreat. Katie seemed to really get a kick out of my reaction to Julia's shorts. After closer examination, Katie's shorts weren't any more modest. I guess that since they were on my sister, I just didn't notice, at first. Wow, her bubble butt looked really nice in those little pink shorts. I just shook my head, because now I was thinking about my sister's ass as well. Thankfully, we piled in the car a few minutes later, and set out on the long drive from the Detroit area. My mom was listening to her oldies on Sirius satellite radio, dad was ignoring all of us, and Katie and Julia were giggling about some guy who tried to talk to Katie, and got shot down mercilessly. I knew the guy, and he was an asshole, so I didn't feel sorry for him in the least; but I wasn't going to laugh along with them. I quickly emulated my dad by ignoring everyone. I leaned back, closed my eyes, and soon the rhythmic flow of the freeway put me out like a light. I awoke a couple of hours later, after the most incredible dream. Sandy Curry from the girls track team was in bed next to me, giving me a hand job. She was a tiny dark-haired beauty with soft brown eyes. She tickled and stroked my cock lightly with a crooked smirk on her face. A crooked smirk? What the hell? I awoke with a start, and I felt someone running their fingers lightly over my engorged head. This was no dream. I looked down into my lap, and saw a small hand, with hot pink nail polish. It was Julia's hand; Julia, who was sitting in between Katie and me in the backseat. I looked at her face, and she didn't even blush. She just winked at me, and kept running her fingers over my engorged manhood. "So you really are Katie's BIG brother?" She smiled crookedly at me again, and withdrew her hand from my shlong. The places where her fingers had stroked me seemed to burn with desire. Instantly, my face flushed brilliantly. Only two women had ever touched me there before, and now I was fully erect from my cousin's caress. My head was spinning. I knew how Katie had overreacted when her friend Jenny just asked permission to date me. What the fuck would she do if it was her best friend in the world; and our cousin? Somehow, it would all be my fault. I just fucking knew it. Katie hadn't been paying attention to Julia's antics; she had been looking out the window blankly. Julia leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Don't you wish that you could have slept just a couple more minutes?" I hated to admit it, but I really did wish that my dream could have had a happy ending. She tapped my sister on the shoulder to get her attention. Katie was staring out the window, like she had been in her own little world. "What?" she said breathlessly. "Aren't you glad that Jack's not with Amy any longer?" My ex-girlfriend and I had broken up a little over a month ago. It was kind of a mutual thing. There wasn't any infidelity or anything like that. Truthfully, our relationship just sort of fell apart, and we both decided that we shouldn't be together any longer. "Thank god. I hated that fucking skank." Katie had never liked Amy. I don't know why, but they never got along. They argued constantly, and had almost gotten into a fist fight several times. "I think that we should have just beaten the shit out of her, and then maybe she would have left Jack alone." Neither of the girls were usually inclined toward physical violence, but if anyone could have goaded them into a brawl, it was my ex. "I wish that we could have held her down and kicked her in the cunt: repeatedly." I was a little shocked to hear my sister say the "C" word. "Watch your language, young lady." It was my mother who spoke. She tolerated a small amount of profanity from my sister, but never really commented too much on my language. Maybe it was because I usually had enough sense not to curse like a sailor in front of her. Katie on the other hand, had little self-control when something aroused her passions. To me, it was an endearing trait. True to her parenting style, my mother turned the radio up, so that she wouldn't have to hear the girls' foul mouths. "Can I ask you a question, Jack?" Julia had lowered her voice, so I knew that what she was going to say wouldn't be pleasant. One good thing, with all this talk about Amy, my erection had vanished. It was like reverse Viagra, one mention of her name, and it was an instant soft-on. "How did you ever get that stupid twat to shut up long enough to have sex with her?" My ex was a very pretty girl. She was almost perfect in every way: perfect white teeth, perfect skin, and perfect blonde hair. If you didn't know her, you would probably think that her only flaw was the slight limp that she acquired after a near fatal skiing accident in her sophomore year. She was hospitalized for two months, and had to repeat a year of school, which allowed us to be classmates. It also gave rise her one of Katie and Julia's not so flattering nicknames for her: Limpy. Like I said, that was if you didn't know her. Once you hung around her for any length of time, her one major flaw would readily become apparent; she talked non-stop. There were no such things as "comfortable silences." If she didn't have anything important to talk about, she'd babble on about stuff that nobody cared about; as if you would forget she existed if she didn't speak. To be honest, sex with Amy was less than satisfying. When I lost my virginity to her, I was afraid that my inexperience would make me ejaculate prematurely. I might have fallen victim to this unfortunate condition if I had been able to concentrate at all during sex. She talked the entire time about the most inane subjects. I just tried to ignore her as best I could, and concentrated on the sensations that I was finally experiencing. I finally came after forty minutes of intense concentration and arduous conversation. It was definitely not the experience that I had hoped it would be. \*\*\* My harassment continued off and on for rest of the ride. I was teased mercilessly about Limpy, and asked the kind of embarrassing questions that I would normally just walk away from. But since I was cornered, I resorted to man's oldest defense; and started ignoring the girls. After repeated attempts to get me to speak, they relented, and just left me alone. Unfortunately, we were only about ten minutes from our destination. I can tell that the vacation house was built with children in mind. The master bedroom is at the far end of the house. It has its own bathroom, and is next to the living room. At the opposite end of the house are the other two bedrooms, which shared a single bath. One of the rooms has two twin beds, and the other has a single queen sized bed. I unpacked a week's worth of clothes, and put them away in my dresser. It was nice to finally be alone. I thought back to the way that Julia had continued to stroke me, even after she plainly knew that I was no longer sleeping. Why did she have to look so damn sexy in those tight, little shorts? My erection had subsided, but the pent up excitement that I had experienced still begged to be let out. I had just started looking for my rattiest t-shirt, when a knock sounded on my bedroom door. "Jack, get your swimming trunks on, the girls are dying to go to the beach." It was my mom. Damn. A great orgasm would have got me in better spirits, but that would have to wait. "Give me a couple of minutes, Mom. I need to change." I heard my mother's footsteps move down the hall. I pulled my shirt over my head, slid off my shorts and boxers, and searched around in my drawers for my green cargo-style swim trunks. My balls hung heavy with unreleased semen. My cock refused to shrink all the way, instead remaining just excited enough stay thick and full, but not enough to be erect. I thought about how that cold lake water would feel when it splashed up over my crotch, and I almost changed my mind about going. But I was here to have fun this week, and maybe I could pay Julia back for getting me so excited by dunking the shit out of her. I still needed a towel, so I went out into the hall to the linen closet. That's when I caught sight of Katie and Julia. Julia was bent over at the waist, rummaging through a lower shelf, looking at the beach towels. She wore a transparent red wrap over a tiny yellow bikini. These wraps are supposed to be used to modestly cover up a swimsuit, but the clingy one that she wore had the exact opposite effect. It had ridden up over her hips when she had bent over, so I had a perfect view of her tight, teenaged ass. The fabric of her swimsuit was some kind of latex material, and it looked as if it were spray painted on. It was wedged tightly up into her ass crack. To make matters even worse, she had spread her legs a tiny bit, clearly revealing every line and curve of her pussy. I was instantly hard in my shorts. She glanced over her shoulder at me casually, and Katie giggled. I flushed spectacularly at being busted; again. "See you in the car, big guy." Julia smiled coyly as she flipped her towel over her shoulder. She paused to smooth her wrap over her hips, and glided past me and out of the room with all the regality of the queen of England. Katie paused, her eyes lingering first on my erectness, then on my blazing face. She imitated her friend by smoothing one of my t-shirts that she had somehow acquired to wear over her suit, and stalked out of the room after her best friend. I was left alone with just the towels and my hard on. I strategically placed a beach towel in front of my boner, so that I could go out to the car without embarrassment. I tried getting in front, but the front passenger seat was taken up by a cooler, and my mom's latest trashy romance novel. I purposely walked over to the side that Katie was sitting on, and opened the door. "Scoot over!" I ordered my sister. Her smile positively beamed at me. "Get in on the other side, dork." Katie pulled her door shut in my face, and pushed down the lock. My mom looked at me like I had lost my goddamned mind, so I walked around the other side of the car, and got in. Julia smiled. This time her grin wasn't crooked at all. It looked hungry; predatory, like how a tiger might smile at the sight of its next meal. I smiled back, but there was no confidence behind it. All this fucking smiling was making me nervous. When I looked back, Katie was smiling too: a big shit-eating grin. I could have cried. The drive to the lake was uneventful. We parked, and the girls hurried down to the water, flip-flops flipping and flopping on their feet. I carried our cooler down to a picnic table where the girls had laid out their towels. I slipped my towel from my crotch, glad that my erection had subsided some on the ten mile drive. My mom, who wasn't swimming, settled in at the picnic table with a book that she had been reading. Katie and Julia were both noisily splashing around in the water; Katie in her tight blue one-piece, and Julia in her tiny yellow bikini. I walked down and put a toe in the water, and I found out why the girls were squealing; it was freezing fucking cold. Damn, I knew that it was going to hurt when it splashed around my full ball sack. I started moving slowly into the water, but submerging myself inch by inch was torture. The girls paused in their frolicking to watch my discomfort. Fuck it. I stepped quickly into the water, and as soon as the water was deep enough, I dove in. As soon as I came up to the surface, both girls started splashing me. Naturally, I splashed back, only bigger and faster. I focused on Julia first, and then I turned on Katie. As I was splashing my redheaded sister, Julia jumped on my back. She locked her legs around my waist, and then rocked back and forth, trying in vain to dunk me into the water. Julia might weigh 115 pounds soaking wet, which she was. It was laughable to me. I am 6'3" and weigh a fit and trim 215 pounds, with very little body fat. "Get him, Katie!" she screamed into my ear. It was then that I felt the most amazing feeling; she was grinding her latex covered, rock hard nipples into my back. They felt like little pebbles on top of her firm, handful-sized breasts. It's been a little while since my girlfriend and I had broken up, and these sensations felt wonderful, especially after the stroking incident in the car. So, being a guy, I got hard almost instantaneously. I felt her smooth legs around my waist and her soft hands on my chest. Katie had to help gang up on me, and made things worse by leaping onto me from the front. Her tiny form sprang out of the water, and wrapped her arms around my head. This pressed her taunt stomach onto my mouth, and her tits were pressed firmly against the top of my head, which effectively meant that she was smothering me. I felt her legs rub against my hard cock through my shorts. I couldn't take this anymore, so I did what any red-blooded American teenaged male would do: I tickled. My sister is particularly ticklish under her arms, so I grabbed a handful of skin and gently twisted. I wasn't disappointed with her response, because she immediately fell off me with a splash, giggling madly. I then reached back to tickle Julia, but all I got was a handful of firm ass, and yellow latex. "Do you like what you feel there, cowboy?" My hand sprung away from her backside. "Damn, just when it was starting to get fun." I heard the smile in her words. She slowly released me, her tits slid slowly down my back, her rock hard nipples seeming to dig hot furrows into my skin, until she settled into the water. Her hand snaked around me, directly to the erection in my shorts. "I thought so," she said breathily. Her hand squeezed my painfully erect shaft through my trunks. I froze, like a deer in the headlights. I didn't know what to do in this situation. Do I obey the big head, or the little head? Katie giggled. She must have thought that this shit was really funny. Julia's small hand began to slowly slide up and down my pole. "Did I do this?" Julia asked with mock innocence. It felt like the blood was draining from my brain directly into my over excited rod, and I seemed to be quickly losing any ability to make decisions. She released her grip on me, and then pulled my waistband down to expose my bare shaft, which protruded at least three inches out of the water. She gripped my shaft, and her talented thumb swirled tiny circles on top of my sensitive head. "Fuck." That was all I could say. Where had she learned to do this? Why was she doing it to me? I didn't fucking know, and right then, I didn't fucking care. "God, Julia, you're going to make him cum if you keep doing that." Katie said this comment casually, not with the wide-eyed astonishment that I would have expected. My sister was standing in front of me, not even three feet from where my cock poked up out of the water. It all seemed to slide into place: my sister was in on this, whatever this was. "That's kind of the idea, Kay. Do you want to cum for me, Jack?" She squeezed me tighter as she asked her question. "It was so naughty, but I just couldn't help myself earlier. You were so hard and I just couldn't take my eyes off your cock. You were asleep, so I decided that I had to feel this monster for myself. I just couldn't believe it." I turned my head around to look for my mother. She was directly behind us, and still sitting at the picnic table reading obliviously; while I got a hand job from my cousin. "Well, do you?" Julia asked. I looked over to my sister. Katie's green eyes were huge, and wild. She watched our cousin's hand work my crank right in front of her with apparent eagerness. "Yes." I hissed quietly. "Yes, what? What do you want to do, Jack?" Julia asked. "What do you want from me?" "I want you to make me cum." I was starting to lose it big time. She moaned hungrily in her throat, and began to pump her fist in earnest. My dick was sticking above the water, throbbing slightly; the head was violently purple. Julia was panting into my back with exertion as she jerked me fiercely. My eyes sought out my sister. She was watching eagerly as her cousin jerked her brother off. It was getting to be too much for me to take. I felt my balls spasm; and huge steaming jets of sticky cum launched from my body towards my awestruck sister. Katie made no effort to avoid my spunk, she just watched us as if she were hypnotized. Two huge globs of semen splashed onto her, one landed on the bare skin of her freckled chest, just below the neck; and the other landed on her blue swimsuit, right between her massive boobs. My back arched, and my hips bucked wildly, as I pumped the rest of my load through Julia's fist and out into the water. It was undeniably the most violent, and satisfying orgasm that I ever had. It quickly wound down, but she kept milking me until my last shudder was finished. I suddenly felt light-headed. How long had I been holding my breath? The air rushed from my lungs, and my entire body sagged against her. She let go of my prick, and pulled my trunks up. Huge globs of my semen were floating on the cold water. "Holy shit, Kay," Julia chirped. "He got it all over you." Katie looked as if she were coming out of a trance. She ran her fingers casually through the hot, sticky cum below her neck. She toyed with it for a couple of seconds, and then she dunked herself under the water, and all evidence of my spunk was washed away. "Let's get some pop, Katie." Julia chirped nonchalantly. She slid her arms from around me, which for a while had been my only support. She gave me a cute smile, kissed my cheek, and walked towards shore, with my now semen-free sister following in her wake. I mechanically began walking toward the picnic table. I was done swimming for the day. My mouth was dry, and my balls throbbed, but I still felt the lingering warmth of Julia's hard nipples on my back. \*\*\* The girls were all smiles on the way back home. They sat in the back seat, and whispered, and giggled amongst themselves. I just didn't know how to feel about what happened in the lake. Julia kept trying to catch my eye at dinner, but I evaded her gaze. I just couldn't meet her sparkling blue eyes. Katie just looked amused by my situation. Goddamn little sisters. Instead of watching TV with the family, I ended up going to bed early. I lay just on the edge of sleep, when I heard my door open. It was Katie. She had come in for her pre-sleep back rub. This was our nightly ritual. I scooted over to one side of the bed for her wordlessly. I felt a tiny bit bummed out that it wasn't Julia. Her hot little hand had been wrapping itself around my mind all day. My sister lay down next to me, and flipped her red hair over her shoulder. She lay down on the bed next to me on her stomach, with her head turned so that her jade green eyes looked back at me silently. "Did you know that she had planned to do that to me?" I asked. I rubbed her back lazily, in small circles, my nails scratching her skin through the ratty white tank top that she wore. It was too tight, and at least three years old, but I guess she found it comfortable to sleep in. She pointedly ignored my question. Women are experts at selective deafness, and my sister was more gifted than most. Katie closed her eyes and sighed. This was probably the most peaceful time of day for the both of us. I gave up my line of questioning, and continued rubbing her back gently. It really didn't matter how much she knew anyway. She breathed deep and slow. So slowly, that I thought that she was asleep, but then she turned to face me, and her eyes looked sad. She gave me a kiss on the cheek. My sister smelled like strawberries. She slipped out of bed, and disappeared out of my door as quietly as a ghost. The scent of her body wash still lingered in the air. She must have been fresh out of the shower before entering my bedroom. I began to deeply relax again, when my door opened for a second time. It was Julia, and she was wearing only a white bath towel. My breath caught in my throat, as her towel slid from her body to the bedroom floor. "I'm here for a back rub, Jack. Your sister says that you're the best." Her body was exquisite. Her light pink nipples were standing out proudly on top the gorgeous mounds of her breasts. They were just the right proportion for her athletic body type. They weren't too big, or too small. My eyes raced down her body. Her tanned stomach was very tight, with just the hint of six-pack abs. Her hips swelled, and thighs flowed into the cleft between her legs. She had a triangle of light brown hair on her muff, which looked like it had been recently trimmed so that she could wear that tiny yellow bikini. She posed in the moonlight that was streaming through the blinds. She arched her back a little, and slowly turned so I could gaze at her amazingly tight teenaged ass. Her cheeks were firm and round, with no visible tan lines. She rubbed her hands over her ass, cupping the cheeks, and spreading them slightly. I could just make out the tiny pucker of her asshole. She arched her back a little more, and bent over so I could clearly see the shape of her pussy from the back. Her lips were swollen with excitement, and spread apart just a bit. She took one hand off her cheek, and slipped a finger between her puffy lips. Her fingertip glistened slightly as she dipped it into her dripping snatch. Being a teenage guy, I was hard in about one second. She sucked in air loudly as she slipped two fingers into her now juicy cunt. It was an incredible show. She spread her legs wider, and slowly began to frig herself right there in front of me. "You should have gone back into the water with us, Jack. It wasn't fair that you were the only one who got to cum." She moaned softly as she lay down on my bed, and continued to masturbate herself furiously. She scooted back on the bed until her body was against mine. She opened her legs up wide, giving me a close up view of her now glistening snatch. Her back was now against me, and then she spread herself with one hand, and attacked her clit with the other. I was totally mesmerized. I had never seen a woman play with herself before. Amy never did it in front of me. Julia sucked her slick fingers into her mouth, wet them with spit, and moved back to her little button. It was hard to see, but her pussy looked angry and swollen in the moonlight. "I got off once while I was in the shower, but it definitely wasn't enough. I had to come in here to see you. You owe me one, Jack." She looked me directly in my eyes as she rubbed herself, and sucked on her lower lip sexily. Her breathing increased in speed, and intensity. Her magnificent tits jiggled up and down, as her right hand became a blur. I couldn't take just watching her anymore. My hand moved up, and softly, slowly cupped her right breast. She moaned at my touch. Luckily, my parent's bedroom was on the other side of the house, so they would never be able to hear the sounds of her ecstasy. I pinched her nipple, squeezing gently, and then rolled it between my thumb and forefinger. She made a hungry growl in the back of her throat. I leaned forward and kissed her gently. Her lips felt very soft against mine, but she wasn't in the mood for a soft kiss. Julia ground her mouth against mine, and her lips parted for her tongue to flick greedily at mine. It was a deep, hard, passionate kiss. I slowly trailed my hand down her stomach, and then teasingly rubbed gently up her thigh. She wiggled slightly as I tickled her skin. I slid my hand beneath hers, and felt her extreme wetness. I slowly slid my middle finger into her juicy fuck hole. It was hot like an oven, and slick with her juices. When I had inserted it in up to my second knuckle, she clamped down on my digit with her cunt muscles. "Oh shit, Jack. Fuck my pussy with your finger," she panted. I had never heard a girl talk dirty during sex before, and it turned me on immensely. My cock pulsed involuntarily between my legs, and knew that my sheet had to be soaked in my pre-cum. I slowly started to finger Julia, but she was too worked up for me to go slowly. Her tiny hand grabbed my thick wrist, and began to slam my finger up into her blazing hot snatch. "Just like that, baby. Do it hard." I obeyed Julia; my sex goddess. I finger banged her as hard, and as fast as I could. My knuckles made a popping noise as they smacked up against her slit. I stopped suddenly, and she whimpered at the lack of sensation. I pulled my finger out, and slid two inside; and she cooed with pleasure. I began fingering away with abandon. She became wetter and tighter as her orgasm approached. Her pussy went into violent spasms on my two fingers. She pressed her mouth into my chest, and moaned loudly. "Oh god, Jack. Oh fucking shit." She came hard and fast. Her tummy muscles clenched and loosened, and she mashed her thighs together, trapping my tortured hand. Pleasure racked her body for almost a full minute, and then she gradually started to relax. Her body was covered with a thin sheen of perspiration. Her damp hair clung to her face, but she eventually relaxed, and spread her legs again, freeing my trapped hand. "I want you to fuck me, Jack." She threw my bed sheet aside, and gripped my rock hard cock. Pre-cum glistened like a diamond on the tip of my shaft. How long could I last with this sexual dynamo? It didn't feel like it would be long. "Julia, I'm really close." The desperation sounded plain in my voice. I didn't want to disappoint her. Instead of being upset, she beamed a brilliant smile at me. "To cumming, you mean? Do I excite you that much?" To emphasize her point, she tightened her grip on my erect member. I couldn't do anything but groan with pleasure. "Yes... fuck yeah." "I want you to cum, Jack. It's ok. Just pull out, because I'm not on the pill." She said this in a tone that suggested that I had the comprehension level of a half retarded first grader; but she guided my cock toward her wet slit, and I gladly allowed her. She pulled her hips back to give me a smooth angle of entry. I felt her moist pussy lips against my prick, and she sighed audibly. I pushed forward a little, trying to penetrate her scalding cunt, but it was ultra-tight. Amy's hot box had never been this hard to enter. Slowly, I increased my downwards pressure, and she began wriggling underneath me. Finally, I felt my head pop in. "Push it in as far as it will go Jack, but slowly." I readily complied with her wishes, but it was difficult. Eventually, I began to hump in and out, and a little at a time, she began to take more of my steel-hard shaft. She grunted softly, as we began to fuck in earnest. She took me most of the way in, almost to the hilt, which was certainly more of me than Amy had ever taken. When I pushed all the way inside Julia, I would bump her cervix, and she would make a squeaking noise. Just hearing that noise made me even hotter, and made me want to keep bumping it harder. I couldn't stop myself now, even if I'd wanted to. She wrapped her long legs around me, and flexed them in time with my thrusting, like she was trying to get me deeper inside of her. I started to thrust inside of her harder and faster. She leaned up and nipped my shoulder roughly with her teeth. She grunted into me with each thrust, but her teeth remained locked onto my tender flesh. I knew I was going to cum soon, but I couldn't make myself pull out. The lower half of my body seemed to have a mind of its own. The feelings that I was experiencing were too much, too fast. Her pussy clenched in an orgasm that I didn't expect, and my body betrayed me. I tried to pull out, but when she came she squeezed me tight with her legs, and I couldn't go anywhere. Cum rushed up my shaft and exploded inside Julia's orgasming pussy. By the time that I finally managed to pull out, my orgasm was finished. I felt totally spent, like an empty shotgun shell. I slouched down onto the bed, and nuzzled against Julia, but I couldn't help but feel like shit. She came to me, and shared her body, and I couldn't even pull out in time. Fuck. I felt like a total and complete asshole. She caressed my cheek softly, and then kissed, and nibbled my ear. She seemed totally calm about our situation. She had to know that I had just dumped a gallon of scalding hot cum inside of her. What if I got her pregnant? What would we do then? "It's ok," she said softly. "Shit happens, Jack. You can't always tell exactly when you're going to cum. Nobody can." She stroked my chest gently. "Plus, how could you pull out when my legs had you wrapped up like a pretzel. If anyone is to blame, it's me." "But what if..." She silenced me with a hard kiss, and her fingers stroked my short brown hair. "I have the morning after pill, so don't worry. I'll take it, and everything will be ok." Her lips brushed my neck, and I exhaled softly, with relief. So it was ok, everything will be alright. We cuddled for a while, basking in the afterglow of our passion. She closed her eyes as she lay there, her body entwined with mine. She was so beautiful, and so serene in my embrace. What did I ever do to deserve this? After a few minutes, she sat up. Her light brown hair cascaded down to brush up against my chest. "If I don't go back to my room now, I'll probably fall asleep here, and I don't think we want to get caught like this in the morning," she giggled a little to herself. She climbed over me, and got out of bed. Her lips brushed against mine softly, and I felt her warm breath against my mouth. Wordlessly, she bent down to pick up her towel, and covered her gloriously naked body. She gave me one last crooked smirk, and she walked out my bedroom door, closing it silently behind her. I knew that my room must reek of sex, but I couldn't find the energy to do much about it. All the urgency that I felt earlier seemed to have squirted out along with my semen. I eventually got up, and opened up the window, even though the night outside was a little chilly. I tried to find a place to lie on the bed where there were no wet spots. That was a losing proposition. I lay there with my eyes closed, and thought about the events of the day. Not only did I get to go on a wonderful vacation, but somehow my cousin wanted to seduce me, and my sister was obviously in on hooking us up. I took a few cleansing deep breaths, and cleared my mind; finally, I felt myself relax. I just had the most incredible sexual experience of my young life. Sleep came quickly, and with sleep came dreams.

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Title: Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure, Fourteenth Entry by Gideon Kalve Jarvis Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, F/F, Fox, Gangbang, Gnoll, Goat, Hermaphrodite, Human, Hyena, Impregnation, M/F, NC, Orgy, Rabbit, Rape, War, Wolf, h/f Pathfinding: An Adult Choose Your Own Adventure Fourteenth Entry By Gideon Kalve Jarvis **Vote Tallies** A - 0 B - 20 C - 6 Additional Votes: \* Breed Ryg - 4 \* More information from the High Alpha about current events - 2 \* Have Leta stay with the Blue Feather as a liason - 1 \* Information on the state of the North - 2 \* Get a cart - 1 - the party can take one from the slavers...if they win \* More opportunities for non-consensual sex (especially for Rufus) - 1 \* Cutscene to how the girls are doing with Hasten Term and their new babies - 1 \* Bring Rael with us - 2 \* Species to meet and mate - sheep, sheep-dogs, bunnies, cats, horses, cows, chickens, Minotaurs, Centaurs, Humans, Felines, Hounds, Badgers, Otters, Ferrets, Hares, Mice, Moles, Shrews, satyrs, skunks, squirrels **Author Notes** Because we are going slow-and-sneaky, we only have a 20% chance of encountering anything...and of course I promptly roll a natural 1. Random encounter! **Pathfinding Fourteenth Entry** It was a fine thing, being the Warlord. Some people might just call her *a* warlord, but they'd be wrong. No, she was *the* Warlord, a title that needed no name, for the title was far more important than any name could ever be. She'd had a name, long, long ago, but nobody really cared about it. Nobody really cared about the past of someone like her at all, and why should they: it wasn't important. What was important was the present, and in the present, she was the Warlord, and before her, all of Summer Country would fall. After she'd dominated that continent, well, who knew? The sky, as they say, was the limit. Reclining on her throne of flesh, the red dragoness with the black-scaled underbelly smiled as she watched her minions dragging a line of sobbing women toward her, the wives and daughters of the nobles that had been lording over the little dominion she'd recently conquered, a castle she'd put to the torch earlier that day. While healthy peasant girls were fun to toy with, the Warlord made a point of keeping her attentions only on the highest aristocracy of the lands she conquered. This wasn't out of any sense of class consciousness, of course, for the Warlord was perfectly happy to let her minions enjoy the peasantry as spoils of war, and her army already boasted a long train of swellbellied slaves forced to march behind the vanguard until they were ready to drop. No, the Warlord simply saved the nobility for her personal use, not only out of a perverse delight in defiling such high-born pussies, but also because she had every intention of spreading her seed among those with the right to rule, all the better to ensure her reign for years to come, and for generations long after she'd gone the way of all the world. Admiring the blonde and busty woman at the front of the line, trailed by an almost equally busty blonde older daughter, and a petite younger daughter, all of them paraded naked before her army to better humiliate them and break their spirits, the Warlord squeezed and then caressed the right arm of her throne of flesh, smirking as she heard her armrest moan. She soon turned that moan into a loud *gasp* as she squeezed the smooth-bottomed boy's balls, then made her living armrest give a high-pitched cry as she squeezed the tip of her talon into his anus. Her right armrest was the son of the lord she'd slain, and the noble woman even now being forced to walk toward her for judgement. That, of course, was why it was called her throne of flesh: it was composed of the still-living bodies of the most handsome males she'd taken in her acts of conquest, bound to a padded frame to ensure they stayed in position while she enjoyed their soft bodies beneath her warm scales. Her right armrest was the newest addition, of course, and as she cruelly twisted her talon in the boy's virgin bottom, grinning wickedly at how easy it was to make him squirm beneath her resting elbow, she delighted in the fun she'd have deflowering him later, after she'd had her way with his mother and sisters. Speaking of which...mmm, very nice indeed. The Warlord admired the shapely blonde woman and her two blonde daughters as they were forced to their knees before her, the great red dragoness nearly drooling as her immense, black-shafted and heavily-ridged penis quickly began to swell, becoming engorged with blood. The mother was defiant, of course, like any proper, strong-willed noble's wife should be, and so was her youngest, a precocious little teen if ever there was one. The older daughter, though, was fearful, her lovely breasts heaving in her fright as she looked around her at the slavering monsters hooting and jeering at her, and then at the living throne on which the Warlord sat...and then in near terror at the Warlord herself, shaking her head as though she could simply deny what she was seeing with her own eyes. "That will be enough," the Warlord said in sultry, bored-sounding tones as she waved a talon before her, cutting of the angry tirade of the noble woman kneeling before her. "I have your lives in my claws, and you should know by my reputation that I am not the sort to show mercy." She flicked out her tongue, tasting the sweetness of the humans' fear, and their horror as they involuntarily fixed their eyes on her proud, glistening black member. Deliberately, the Warlord flexed her hips slightly, making her cock bob, which drew a fearful sob from the older daughter, and as a drop of thick, milky precum fell to the ground at the Warlord's feet, the confidence of the noblewoman began to fail, as did even that of her younger daughter, the rising realization of what fate had in store for them reflected in their eyes. "Please, spare us!" begged the older daughter, breaking suddenly as she fell forward, prostrating herself before the throne of flesh. "Why are you doing this? We've done you no wrong..." The older girl's words suddenly cut off with a *gasp* of her own as the Warlord reached forward, taking her time as she almost gently caressed the human's upturned bottom, then squeezed it, sinking a finger into the folds of the girl's virgin pussy. A little spark of magic passed between the Warlord and the girl, and soon those folds began to quickly moisten, even as the Warlord easily pulled the suddenly squirming teen into her lap, her strength vastly beyond anything a mere human could begin to imagine. "Because I can, my dear," said the Warlord sweetly, before licking the girl's cheek with her forked tongue. "You're a lucky one, though - I intend to keep you for myself. I'm afraid I can't say the same for your mother and little sister, though: I still see defiance in their eyes. The best cure for that," and at this, she met the eyes of her bestial chief lieutenant, a strange, hunched creature of immense size but indeterminate species, scales and fur and chitin mingling equally on his thick-muscled thews, then gave a slight nod, "is a few rounds with my personal guard. After they've been tamed a bit, then we shall see if they can be put to more gentle uses." It was easy for the Warlord to ignore the cries of shock and fear as her goatmen surged to the fore (it was always the goatmen at the vanguard - they were the most horny bastards in her army), seizing the older noblewoman and dragging her into their midst before dropping her flat on her back, her large breasts jiggling, before, moments later, her youngest was thrust on top of her by their rough hands, pretty face forced against those full mounds. After all, the Warlord had far more interesting things to play with, as she let her powerful talons gently caress the delightful breasts of the noblegirl in her lap, the girl sharply intaking her breath, biting her lower lip as she felt sharp, obsidian claws pinch the very tips of her nipples. Her prize, of course, despite the distraction of having her body stroked by rough dragon hands, couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight of so many horrible goatmen with stallion-sized cocks surrounding her mother and little sister, the two struggling human females held roughly in place by the brutish males as they closed in, obscuring the older daughter's view of their fates. She saw one muscled male rump suddenly tense and thrust downward, and heard a high-pitched scream that told her surely that her little sister's virginity had been taken by force, before that scream was suddenly muffled as a grinning goatman grabbed something beneath him and pushed himself forward. Her mother's lower-pitched voice soon joined the higher pitch of the younger daughter, and was similarly muffled as the grunting, panting, sweating males gathered in close, a dozen or more with rigid cocks forcefully seeking a hole to fill, flashes of pink skin in the cruel grip of powerful, shaggy hands the only hint of what was transpiring in the middle of that tight-pressed gangbang. Every so often one of them would step back to rest, his cock dripping copiously as it sagged, but almost immediately another male would step in to take the place of the one who'd bowed out for a breather, and even those males who were resting didn't take long before they grew hard once more, and were soon back into the fray. Suddenly, the older daughter had her breath taken away as the Warlord's talon engulfed her lightly-furred cunny, fingers toying with her tense pink places with exquisite skill, until the girl's juices were dripping onto the dragoness' thigh. She couldn't hold back the sweet whine as she felt those clawtips pressing against her hymen, slowly stretching it with patience born of centuries of life. "I choose my best troops for their stamina," the Warlord explained, before licking the trembling girl's cheek, and then lower, over the tops of her breasts, tasting her sweat. "They'll take your mother and sister for days if I let them, though I think I'll have them stop after a few hours; I don't want them permanently broken, after all. Don't worry about them having goat kids, though: I made sure they weren't ready for breeding before I ordered their doom. No, their first offspring will be mine, that I promise you...as will yours." "Please..." gasped the poor girl, before any further words were cut off as the Warlord smoothly squeezed her sharp-clawed finger past the helpless maiden's hymen, twisting the digit in a circle to ensure the magic at work removed all of that final barrier of flesh. "You, however," the Warlord continued with a wicked grin as she pulled her finger out and gripped the girl underneath both thighs, lifting her upward, positioning her over that proud, powerful black member with its many brutal-looking ridges, "you are *ripe*." "No!" wailed the poor girl, struggling desperately against her bonds, against the powerful talons gripping her fast. "Not that! Not...ah! Ah! AAAAIIIIIEEEEE!" The Warlord hissed in deep satisfaction as the human girl's virgin vulva parted before the slow upward onslaught of her mighty shaft, slick juices flowing down to thoroughly coat its length as she let her squirming captive sink by fingerlengths down, down, down, until she was resting on the dragoness' heavily-veined black balls. "Now," growled the Warlord in her shapely victim's ear, while the doomed girl moaned piteously, her head slumping back against the full red-and-black breasts of the powerful shemale in utter defeat, "time to give your mother some grandbabies!" With a will, the Warlord started to thrust her hips, her powerful arms pumping the poor girl at the same brutal rate, making her plump breasts jiggle and bounce, while the girl herself made a host of hot cries as she was cruelly raped through unwilling orgasm after orgasm. All around them, the air was filled with similar cries from the camp, as the many captives of the Warlord's vanguard, male and female, were raped into total submission. In a matter of a few short years, this region's inhabitants would be the Warlord's loyal subjects, for they would be the offspring of her army...and of herself. Hissing in delight, the Warlord exulted in her noble-blooded victim's especially high-pitched wail as she felt the dragoness' potent seed spurting inside of her. With heightened draconic senses, the Warlord felt the moment when her sperm penetrated the single egg within the girl's fallopian tubes. No, that wasn't enough she quickly decided, and lightly tapped the girl's belly, just over her ovaries, with a talon, deftly shaking free several more eggs, hastening their development with her potent magic, then shuddering in delight as she felt them similarly gang-banged by thousands of sperm each, then violently penetrated, quickened by her raw, primal virility. Lifting the limp human girl like a ragdoll, the Warlord laughed at the expression on her well-raped victim's face. Her comfort was of no concern to a cruel creature like the red-and-black dragoness, only the use to which she could be put. There were, of course, many uses for a fine noble wench like this one, as the girl slowly realized with dawning horror, her eyes widening once more as she looked down, seeing the tip of the Warlord's rigid member prodding her tense anus. Past the point of speaking, she could only mouth the word "no," while shaking her head, giving the Warlord the most piteous looks. That just made it even better, as the Warlord grit her teeth in a feral grin of triumph...and pushed her beautiful victim down on her hard dragoncock once more, exulting in the sweet, glorious cries the girl gave as she was taken once more, this time in her untouched bum. It would not be the last time, no, not by a far cry. \* Now that his group was smaller than it had been, Rufus' party moved quite a bit faster, even while they were working on staying silent and unseen. While Adel had been pretty good in the wilderness for a princess, the other girls were better off with the Blue Feather wolfen, at least for the job that lay ahead of Rufus and his stripped-down team. Cassidy ranged far ahead as the scout, a role for which the small, easily-overlooked tan rabbit was more than well-suited, while Rufus led from the front with Urta and Urtan by his side. At the rear were Ryg, who seemed to spend far more time admiring the rumps of the males in front of her than was really advisable in the wilderness (though how she could do this when she was blind, Rufus had no idea), and the sprightly Spark just a step or two before her, making sure the pale-furred shamaness didn't stumble over anything. In the middle were the other gnolls, One-Eye, Horse, Greymuzzle, and the twins, Rish and Rack, their senses alert as they crept through the forest as fast as Rufus dared to push them, not daring to go faster for fear of revealing their position. The team of eleven was a bit larger than Rufus would have liked, really, for both speed and stealth, but there would be fighting at the end of their journey, and so he didn't really want to go with any fewer than that. Actually, if he'd been able to pull in any other Blue Feather wolfen besides Ryg, Rufus would have just done without stealth entirely, but no, that hadn't been possible: the Blue Feather were mustering for war now, and that meant nobody was going anywhere, except on special assignments. That way, when newcomers arrived, they would see the massed might of the Blue Feather, an especially important need when other packs showed up, all the better to bolster their courage, and ensure the Blue Feather would stay at the center of all decisions made by the combined packs as a whole. Overall, as the first day of travel came to a close, Rufus had to marvel at how ridiculously good time his near-dozen had made. For a brief moment, the grey-furred warrior considered pushing on through the night, but then decided against it, since there was too much opportunity for them to make mistakes in the dark, mistakes that could send them on the wrong trail, or, worse yet, alert their quarry to their approach. They'd stopped at a small homestead about halfway through the day, taking lunch while Spark made inquiries. The foxboy was remarkably good at making friends, even with curmudgeonly badgers, and soon it was revealed, sure enough, the badgerfolk that had made a home there had seen the slavers. The hermit had seen them raid a small caravan, too, some little group of nice-looking wagons that had obviously been intended to carry somebody important. As far as the badger knew, though, the slavers hadn't done any serious raiding beyond that - there's simply been no time from the moment they'd set up their primary base camp to the moment Rufus had set out to stop them in their tracks. If Rufus and his party kept up their current pace, Rufus figured that the slaver, Praxis, wouldn't get the chance, either. Not if he had anything to say about it. As a cold camp was set up in the dark woods and jerky and hardtack were pulled out for a quick meal before bed, Cassidy hurried back into the midst of his party, his expression betraying the urgency of his message. "There's someone close by!" he said in a loud whisper, loud enough to alert the entire camp without being heard beyond that. "Six of them. They're mostly human, I think, but there's an elf leading them, and one of them, a quick little figure I couldn't always see, had a tail. They've got the insignia of the Sisters of Glory on a lot of their gear, and they've got a ranger with them, some dark-skinned Matrakali girl. They're following our trail." "Sisters of Glory, huh?" said Rufus with a smirk, not rising from where he'd settled in the roots of a tree. "That's a pretty militant group, sure, but they only hunt evil creatures." He shrugged, letting his eyes slowly close. "I don't think we qualify. If anything, we're probably on the same mission, and if they're good enough to track us, we could probably use their help." "The coney kid's got a good reason to be worried," growled Urta as she got to her feet, curling her lip. "And so do the rest of us. If you hadn't noticed, chief, most of us here don't exactly qualify for the 'nice guys' list to a group of bigots like the Sisters of Glory." Of course, Urta's experiences with an all-female band of holy crusaders would be quite different from Rufus' prior experiences, the hoary-furred wolfen realized, and rose swiftly to his feet, picking up his weapons and preparing his gear. "Good thing we were playing it safe, and staying silent," he growled mostly to himself as he pulled on his armor, watching as the others geared up as well. "Otherwise we might never've noticed these she-hellions coming. What's our chances, Cassidy?" "They're young," the rabbit reported. "But that's normal for a party of Sisters of Glory." "Normal for most adventurers," snorted One-Eye with a nasty grin. "They make fun toys if you can catch 'em, but just 'cause they're young doesn't mean they can't kill you dead faster'n you can leer at 'em." "They do look battle-hardened," Cassidy agreed. "And they've got *that* look about them. You can see it in their eyes: they're fanatics." He shuddered. "I don't know if we can talk them out of whatever they're planning if they decide we're the bad guys. They weren't stopping, either, while we were making camp - I think they plan on catching up to us in the night." Rufus grunted at this news, then looked to the others, giving a short nod. At this sign, everyone gathered in close, knowing that battle was coming for them. "Okay," he growled, keeping his voice low. "Here's what we're gonna do." **Path Choices** There is a chance of party death in this encounter. The Sisters of Glory adventuring party advancing upon us are young, but they are seasoned adventurers all the same, and while Rufus, Urta, and Urtan are strong combatants, Ryg has some significant magical ability, and Cassidy is a decent ranged combatant, the other gnolls are more shock and ambush troops than anything, and Spark isn't really that great in a fight. This puts us about equal to the opposing party in a fair fight. A) Let's try talking to them first. After all, while some of our party might be...mortally questionable, our intentions right now are pretty good. Surely we can be allies rather than enemies. (30% and you may select another option in case this one fails; if you select only this option, I will assume you want a wholehearted diplomatic effort, and will increase the chance to 40% success, but the party will be flat-footed if it fails, and have a 45% chance of winning) B) Sisters of Glory...great. Let's just book it. Sisters of Glory are the military wing of the celibate order of the Sisters of Radiance, and they're pretty hard-headed, to say the least. They especially like to smite evil first and detect evil second, so it's probably better if we just try to throw them off our trail, or, better yet, get them onto Praxis' trail instead. (70%, with option C occurring if this fails) C) Might for might. Let's take these smooth-skins down, here and now. (50% and earns greater respect from the gnolls and whoever else might learn of the battle) D) Ambush! They've got a skilled tracker, and a stealthy beastkin as well, but there's more of us here, and almost all of us are either natives of the area, or skilled in woodlore and stealth. Since we took it slower and stealthy, we've got some time to set up a nice surprise, complete with traps. (65%) There are two additional choices: 1) Bring the badger. That badger hermit looked like a possible ally. If you want us to take on a new ally, indicate if you'd prefer the badgerfolk to be male or female. There is a 60% chance the badger agrees to join us, thanks to Spark's bardic and vulpine charisma. 2) Lethal or nonlethal? If we engage the approaching party without concern for their safety, we add 5% to our chances, but I will randomly determine which of them survive the conflict. On the other hand, if we choose to use nonlethal methods to take this all-female adventuring party alive (of which we have several), then we subtract 4% from our chances (down from 5% thanks to Ryg's presence - this option will improve by 1% each time we use it, succeed or fail), but all the girls will be taken captive on a success.

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Title: Doped Tags: may-december, mature *\*Note to readers: I don't have children in school, but I do have tremendous concerns with education in America. I believe the entire system needs to be dismantled and rebuilt from the ground up, but also believe that will never happen for a variety of reasons. I can't even touch on all of the problems or why I see them as concerns let alone offer proposed solutions as this is a forum for love, romance, and sex, not social issues. Very briefly, I feel a 'trades track' would be one of the most important as would school choice. There are many good schools in this country, but I contend they are good in spite of, and not because of, the overall system which is abysmal, imho. Those two things however, are just the tip of the iceberg. Regardless of the overall state of education, I find the propensity to drug children alarming. Yes, many of them are behavioral challenges without drugs like Ritalin and Adderall, but if we changed the system entirely, there would be very little (if any) need to dope children. Again, imho. Lastly, my comments are not an indictment on the vast majority of teachers who are very dedicated, hard-working people struggling to educate our children in spite of the system that often makes it a very difficult task.* \*\*\*\*\*\* "Please tell me this is temporary. It is, right? You can't possibly be thinking of staying there." "I assume so, but until we go home and find out, I won't know for sure," he told her. "Home? That's not my home. In fact, it's not even yours anymore. This is your home because it's our home. We live in Palo Alto. That means our home is here—in California. What we're doing is going back to Seattle so you can collect your inheritance. The very next day we're on a plane back to civilization." She paused then said sharply, "Right?" Wyatt Hall, Senior, had just passed away. He was a very wealthy and influential man known by everyone who was anyone in the Seattle-Tacoma area and most of western Washington state. He was shrewd, cunning, and ruthless in business, and as a father, he was harsh, distant, and cold. Wyatt, Junior, therefore, couldn't wait to leave for college and started during the summer term just to get away after graduating from high school a little over six years ago. Although his father footed the bill for his college education at Stanford University in Palo Alto, California, he was for all practical purposes, free and clear of the insane asylum he'd previously called home. In addition to tuition, room and board, Wyatt received a generous monthly allowance which he freely spent in an effort to establish his own life and an identity separate from that of his father. Wyatt was an excellent student who thoroughly enjoyed learning and whose academic performance was superb. He also happened to be a very good-looking young man who loved to party and play. With those combined attributes, he could essentially sleep with as many different attractive women and girls as he desired, and he desired a lot of them the entire four years he was an undergraduate. That continued during his first year in graduate school, but sometime during his second year, he reached burnout when it came to hooking up. The faces were now nothing but an endless blur and he found himself desperately wanting this thing people referred to as 'a relationship'. He'd never had one of his own nor had he ever seen one successfully modeled for him. Therefore, he had no idea what it would look like. He only knew he was sick and tired of playing musical chairs with women in his bed. He certainly couldn't look to his parents as role models to see what a real relationship was like, so he wandered off into uncharted territory in search of something he craved but had never before seen or experienced. His father was indeed cold and distant, but his mother was no help, either, as she'd suffered from bi-polar disorder all his life and his father had had her institutionalized his junior year of high school. He went to see her every time he went 'home' for a visit, but she barely recognized him. She wasn't catatonic, but she was so out of it from the massive amounts of medications they fed her twice a day that she did little more than sit in bed or perhaps a chair staring blankly into space as he tried to tell her what he'd been doing since the last time she saw him. He barely knew his little sister, Sadie, who was now eleven. By the time she was in Kindergarten, Sadie had been 'diagnosed' with something called ADHD or Attention Deficit Hyper-Activity Disorder. As a result, Sadie was being given Ritalin and Adderall twice each day, making her little more than a functional zombie. She wasn't as detached as his mother by any means. She was even able to attend school—private school—with the aid of a full-time nanny. Wyatt had no real relationship with sister, and because of the drugs, it was essentially fruitless to even try. Sadie was buried somewhere deep inside the walking-dead body, and Wyatt had never really seen her. Three days ago he'd received a phone call from his father's personal attorney, Randolf Crane, a nice enough man Wyatt had met several times before. "As the executor of your father's will I'm legally required to inform you that all financial support is being terminated immediately," he'd informed Wyatt, Jr. That first bit of news hit Wyatt like a bolt of lightning. He'd finally found someone and was in what he considered to be a committed relationship. Even though it often seemed to have more downs that ups, he found this preferable to his former way of life. His new girlfriend appeared to be content to stay with him, and from Wyatt's perspective, that was what a relationship was all about—staying together. Brooke Levinson was a 22-year old former model he met via a friend from the local area who'd gone to Stanford with him while living at home in Palo Alto. He told Wyatt he had a younger sister he wanted to introduce him to in the hopes she might settle down herself after Wyatt mentioned his desire to move beyond the endless one-night stands. Much like Wyatt, she'd 'gone off the reservation' after leaving home, only in her case she didn't have college (or anything else) to anchor her. She was young, gorgeous, and making money. Not big money but more than she'd ever had and she spent every dollar she made partying hardy with people she thought were her friends and sleeping around with any good-looking guy who caught her fancy. Not surprisingly, she'd gotten pregnant at 21 and even though she'd had an abortion, rumors quickly spread that she was out of control. As a result she was no longer getting calls from her agent. Gone were the local commercials and photo shoots that had been her bread and butter and along with them, the money she so desperately craved. Broke and back home, she found herself reluctantly looking for visible means of support. When she learned from her brother that Wyatt had money—and a lot of it—Brooke happily agreed to meet him and agree to a first date, during which she'd casually mentioned to him she didn't care one way or the other about money. It hadn't hurt that he was as handsome as anyone she'd ever dated, so as long as he had a steady source of income and treated her reasonably well, Brooke Levinson was more than willing to not only be exclusive but move in with him when Wyatt asked her to do so two months later. She also couldn't complain about the mind-blowing sex which she loved and wanted as much as him. All in all, Wyatt Hall was a literal and figurative goldmine and she fully intended to ride this gravy train for all it was worth. "Wyatt? Did you hear me?" Brooke asked. "Yeah, sure. Listen babe, I don't really know. All I know is I have to go home for some kind of formal reading of the will." "And then we'll get our money, right?" Our money? Wyatt looked at her and for the first time began to see her for what she was. In spite of her physical beauty, he didn't much care for what he was seeing. "Again, I can't say for sure, but yeah, that sounds about right." "How much do you think we'll be getting?" she asked ever-so sweetly as she came over and sat on his lap. Wyatt really had no idea how much his father was worth. In fact, he didn't even have an educated guess. He'd always assumed it was in the tens of millions, but the honest truth was he couldn't answer her question. "I don't know that, either," he admitted. "But it's at least several million, right?" she asked as she ran her hand around his face. "We'll know in a couple of days, okay?" he said trying not to sound as annoyed as he was becoming. Temporarily satisfied, Brooke stopped asking questions and finally decided to pack for the trip. Two days later, they landed at Sea-Tac International airport where Randolf and a driver met them in one of Wyatt Sr's., limousines. "Welcome home, Wyatt," Randolf said extending his hand and a smile. "It's good to see you again, Randolf," he told him. "This is my girlfriend, Brooke Levinson." Believing he held her financial future in her hands, Brooke smiled warmly and hugged the older man as though doing so would somehow influence Mr. Hall's will which was already set in stone. When they arrived at the expansive, gated residence, one of his late father's staff met them and moved all of the their luggage to their second-floor suite while Randolf invited them to the very spacious home office for a drink. "We're just waiting for your sister to get home from school and then we can begin." It was 3pm and Sadie was due home any minute. As they sipped the 30-year old Scotch, Brooke asked Randolf, "So how long do you anticipate this taking?" "Well, the reading will only take a few minutes," he told her. "Then I'll need to clarify a few things, get a decision on how to proceed from Wyatt, and depending on what he tells me, he'll need to sign several documents." "So we could be done this afternoon then, right?" she asked pressing the issue. "Hypothetically, yes," was all he said. There was a quiet knock followed by an older woman stepping inside. Wyatt turned around and recognized Sadie's nanny, followed by the appearance of his younger sister coming in behind her. "Sadie, do you remember your brother, Wyatt?" the nanny asked as she brought her over to them. "Yes." She stared at her brother then said, "My daddy died." She spoke without emotion not understanding his father had died, too. "I know. I'm very sorry," Wyatt told her. Her eyes seemed lifeless; her face expressionless. "Is this your kid sister?" Brooke asked. "The one who's stoned all the time?" All of the adults looked at her, but no one spoke. "What?" she said defensively. "It's true, isn't it? Just look at her?" Brooke snapped her fingers in front of Sadie's face several times and the little girl didn't even blink. "See? Stoned is the perfect word." Sadie sat next to them on a long, leather couch and Randolf said, "Okay, let's go ahead and begin." As he'd told them, it only took a couple of minutes to read the will. "Um...I don't get that," Brooke said immediately. "What exactly did that mean?" "As I was saying Miss Levinson, this requires some explanation. Please allow me to translate from legalese into English." "I get it," Wyatt said bitterly. "He just fucked me." "What? What do you mean by that?" Brooke wanted to know. "What's going on here? Will someone please tell me what all of this means?" Randolf waited patiently for her to finish then said, "What this means is that Mr. Hall's inheritance is on hold until..." "Oh hold? Okay, what in the hell does that mean—on hold? For how long?" "Brooke, please. Let him finish," Wyatt said tersely even though he knew exactly what it meant. "Wyatt, Junior, will have access to one million dollars..." "Thank God!" Brooke said. "That should last us for a couple of years or so right, baby?" Again, Randolf sat and waited. When Brooke finally looked back at him he continued, "He'll have access to one million dollars which may be used only for living expenses as noted in Appendix 1, to maintain the primary residence as set forth in Appendix 2, and to care for his sister, Sadie, as set forth in Appendix 3. Should Mr. Hale refuse to accept these terms, he will receive a one-time payment of $50,000 and there shall be no further financial compensation." "What the fuck?" Brooke said standing up. "Sit down, Brooke," Wyatt said angrily before noticing Sadie staring at him. "Okay, and if I accept my father's terms?" he asked the attorney. "Should you fulfill the terms as outlined in the will, then one year from today, you will receive the entirety of Wyatt Hall, Senior's, estate." "So we can go home and just write checks for the house and the kid and stuff, right?" Brooke said. "Then in a year we'll be rich." "No, it doesn't work like that," Wyatt told her. "So...how does it work?" she demanded to know. Randolf explained. "Wyatt will be required to live here the entire time and personally manage the residence to include maintenance, taxes, the staff, payroll, etc. In addition, he must personally care for his sister to include, but not limited to her health, education, and general welfare." "You have got to be shitting me!" Brooke said. "I'm not staying in this...this city! I told you we live in California, Wyatt. Do something!" He turned to and spoke as sternly as he ever had. "Brooke? Go upstairs and finish your drink. Have a second if you like. But give me some time with Randolf, okay?" She, in turn, was angrier than he'd ever seen her before. She slammed the drink down sloshing the contents all over the expense teak furniture and said, "Fine. I'll go upstairs. I'll go upstairs and pack! I'm not staying in this shit hole no matter how fancy the toilet is!" Wyatt knew she wouldn't leave. It was all theater. It was just Brooke being a drama queen. She'd quickly realize there was a huge pot of gold at the end of the year-in-Seattle rainbow and he knew she'd be willing to eat many yards of shit to get to it. The problem was he wasn't sure he wanted her beside him anymore while he did the waiting. As he looked over at Sadie, he wasn't even sure he wanted to wait. Well, it wasn't the waiting, per se, it was having to babysit a kid he didn't even know and quite frankly had no interest in getting to know. Yes, she was legally his sister, but otherwise he didn't know a thing about her beyond her age and that she was constantly being doped up. Randolf watched Brooke storm out then told Wyatt, "For the first week, Sadie's nanny will continue full-time teaching you how to do everything for which she is currently responsible. After that, she will receive the equivalent of one year's salary and a letter of recommendation. I will also continue to administer the estate and run the house for a period of 30 days. During that time I'll show you everything that needs to be done then turn all responsibility over to you. You may consult me at any time as your attorney, but I will not be able to do anything other than offer you advice." He paused then said, "I should note it will be my sole determination one year hence as to whether or not you have fulfilled your obligations." Still smoldering inside, Wyatt said, "What's to prevent you from saying I didn't and keep the money for yourself." Randolf smiled but didn't laugh. "There is no money for me outside of a guaranteed salary for the next year and a severance similar to the nanny's. In other words, my compensation is the same whether you succeed or fail. I can assure you I have no vested interest in anything but being wholly impartial." He waited for a moment then said, "Your one-year begins tomorrow assuming of course, you'll be staying. You're to think this over carefully tonight and inform me of your decision in the morning. I have two sets of forms for you to sign depending on your decision. Is there anything else you'd care to ask, Mr. Hall?" Wyatt looked at him then at Sadie then back at Randolf. "No, you've been your usual thorough self, Mr. Crane. I'll let you know in the morning." The nanny took Sadie's hand and said, "Come along, dear. We have a lot to do before dinner." As she stood up, Sadie looked at him and said, "Goodbye, Wyatt." He was more than a little surprised to hear her call him by his name, something she'd never done before. It almost made him see her as a real person. He watched her leave, shook Randolf's hand and thanked him, then made his way upstairs expecting an all-out brawl with Brooke. Her ability to survive had been finely honed and she'd already cut through the chaff and realized that any hope of her sharing in her boyfriend's wealth required staying, and staying required an immediate change of attitude. She'd flipped the switch and smiled when he walked in. "You know, Seattle isn't all that bad," she said. "I might even learn to enjoy living here provided I can fly home occasionally until our year-long sentence is up." Wyatt not only wasn't convinced this change was genuine, he was certain she was a kind of human chameleon, capable of adapting to virtually any environment if it meant money in the end. Well, a lot of money, that is. "You understand that staying means raising Sadie, right?" he said throwing out a first trial balloon. He saw her grimace then say, "It's only for a year, right? We can stand on our heads for a year, can't we?" He was sure she'd break that code, too, and rather quickly. One didn't accept legal responsibility for a minor child then easily relinquish it. "I'm tired of it, Your Honor," wasn't the kind of thing that caused a judge to say, "Oh, okay. You're off the hook." No, this would be at least seven more years of commitment if not more. Wyatt knew it and he had no doubt Brooke would, too. The only thing he wasn't sure of was what kind of scheme she'd try and implement to prevent Sadie from impacting her life or more aptly 'harshing her mellow.' The following morning Wyatt told Randolf he was willing to accept all of the conditions in his father's will. Even a year ago, he wasn't sure he could have done this, but this past year had brought changes born of a lot of reflection. Wyatt had lived exclusively for himself his entire life. He'd never sacrificed anything—not time, not money—nothing—for anyone but himself. He knew that was part of this change; this desire to settle down. Doing it like this wasn't anything he'd have wished for, but it was the hand he'd been dealt. So in the back of his mind it was becoming clear that Sadie would become a big part of his life while it seemed almost as clear Brooke's role in it would begin to wane. "Okay, Wyatt. Just sign here, here, and here," Randolf said. "I'll have these filed at the county courthouse this morning and they will be legally binding. Actually, your signature alone has made them binding so..." "So we're officially babysitters now," they heard Brooke say as she walked in unexpectedly. "Um, yeah. Looks that way," Wyatt said. "Miss Levinson? Legally, you have no responsibility in any of this. Wyatt is now Sadie's sole legal guardian and he alone is 100% responsible for her welfare. I'm sure he'll appreciate any and all assistance you might care to offer, but I must be perfectly clear here. This is not a shared responsibility." "Okay. I get it. Besides how hard can it be to take care of a little zombie?" Brooke held her arms out in front of herself and took a few steps imitating the way they were portrayed in old movies. Neither of the men laughed while Wyatt shook his head in disgust. "What? You're suddenly all politically correct? A joke isn't even funny anymore?" she said incredulously. "A joke is funny, Brooke. That's not funny. It's...cruel," Wyatt said as he briskly walked right passed her. "Who dropped a turd in his punchbowl? Sheesh!" she said as he strode by. "Mr. Hall?" Wyatt heard the nanny say almost as soon as he walked out. "It's time to take Miss Sadie to school. Do you wish to accompany us this morning?" "Um...yes. Of course. Let me just grab my coat, okay?" "So can you go over the daily school routine with me?" Wyatt asked in the limo on the way to The Charles Wright Academy, an elite private school in U-district, a colloquialism for 'The University of Washington district.' Wyatt made mental notes as she ticked off all of the things he'd need to do each morning and afternoon beginning with signing some forms at school as he was now Sadie's next of kin and primary point of contact. As they walked inside together, Wyatt was surprised again when he felt Sadie's hand slip into his. He smiled at her but she didn't smile back. Her face remained emotionless as they continued toward the office. "Good morning, Sadie!" the headmaster said as they walked in. She saw Sadie holding her brother's hand and asked, "Who is this handsome young man? He's not your boyfriend, is he?" Sadie almost smiled but only said, "He's my brother, Wyatt. My daddy died." "Yes, I know he did, sweetheart. I'm so sorry." She looked at Wyatt and said, "Good morning. I'm the headmaster, Dr. Margaret Hatcher. Wyatt introduced himself and Dr. Hatcher asked her secretary to provide him with the appropriate forms. "Can we possibly talk for a few minutes once you're finished, Mr. Hall? Wyatt leaned down and gave Sadie a hug but she didn't respond. She stood there motionless and expressionless as he held her. "Have a good day, okay?" he said as the nanny walked her to class. Dr. Hatcher wanted to discuss Sadie's 'challenges.' "I don't know how much you know so pardon me if this is redundant," she began. "Sadie has been diagnosed with ADHD and has been prescribed both Ritalin and Adderall to allow her to function properly." "Pardon me for saying so, Dr. Hatcher, but Sadie doesn't seem to be functioning properly in any way." "Mr. Hall, we...professional educators know our craft. Sadie is not capable of being in a classroom without the medication. She is...rambunctious. She is a disruption to the point that it is nearly impossible for a teacher to conduct class." "So...what you're telling me is the medication allows you to...control her." Dr. Hatcher blanched at his comment. "That is a very cynical take on the situation, Mr. Hall. Creating a safe learning environment for all of our children is hardly...controlling." He could feel the condescension dripping from her words and as much as he felt like getting into a verbal battle he decided to sit back and observe for a while. "Is there anything else, Dr. Hatcher?" "Just one more thing, Mr. Hall. This is a private institution with a very long waiting list. All of our parents are...affluent...so let's be clear here. Sadie is not guaranteed continued enrollment in Charles Wright. That is a privilege contingent on her being able to...properly function in a classroom setting." Wyatt didn't respond other than to say, "It was a pleasure meeting you," before walking out. He largely avoided Brooke throughout the day but did ask her if she'd care to accompany him to pick Sadie up. The look on her face spoke volumes, but the chameleon in her quickly masked her true feelings. "Of course!" she told him. The nanny took them inside to the place where children with 'special needs' were taken at the end of the day to wait to picked up. Wyatt intuitively knew that meant segregating them from the rest of the students, something he found troubling. Parents were streaming in and out as they walked inside. Sadie saw him almost immediately and he heard her say, "Wyatt!" He walked over to her and said, "Hey, kiddo! How was your day?" "Fine," she said. The nanny spoke quietly informing Wyatt she needed her medication as soon as they got home. "You can see the effects wear off toward the end of the school day." Wyatt also intuitively understood that meant Sadie slowly began being her real self again, and that that was something that couldn't be allowed. "You ready?" he said as he offered her his hand. She took it and Wyatt turned around and nearly ran into someone. "Sorry!" he said as he stopped short and pulled back quickly. "No, that was my fault. I wasn't watching," the woman said. She looked down and saw his hand attached to Sadie's and said, "Are you Sadie's..." She wasn't sure what to ask. "He's my brother," Sadie said. "He loves me. My daddy died." The woman smiled and said, "Okay. I see the resemblance. Now it makes sense." She bent down and gave Sadie a hug. "Where's Tiffany?" Sadie asked. "Right over there," the woman said pointing to a young girl about Sadie's age who was standing by herself. "Hi, Tiffany!" Sadie called out. The other girl saw her but didn't wave back or respond. Brooke stepped in beside Wyatt and also stepped into the conversation. "Hi! I'm Brooke. I'm Wyatt's girlfriend." Wyatt shook his head almost imperceptibly. Brooke was so transparent. This other woman was very attractive and Wyatt knew that was the only reason Brooke said anything. She appeared to be in her mid-thirties, but she was still a really good-looking woman and Brooke was clearly being territorial. "Oh, okay," the woman said as she stood up. "I'm Tara Wallace. It's a pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand, but Brooke pretended not to notice and ignored her. Her rudeness wasn't lost on Wyatt. She looked at Wyatt again then said, "I'm sorry to hear about your father." He thanked her then asked if Sadie wanted to say hi to Tiffany. "Yes! She's my best friend." Wyatt had no idea Sadie even spoke let alone that she had a friend. Then again, he knew next to nothing about his sister so this wasn't that big of a surprise. Tiffany still hadn't moved so her mother said, "Let me just go get her." She stopped then told Wyatt, "She has ADHD, too, and the medication makes her rather um...reserved." "I'm beginning to learn more about that very topic every day," he said. "So...do Tiffany and Sadie ever get together?" Wyatt asked. "Unfortunately, no," Tara said glancing at the nanny. "Your father preferred she come home directly after school each day, Mr. Hall," the nanny offered. "I see." He turned back toward Tara and said, "Maybe they should get together sometime." "I'd like that very much and I know Tiffany would..." "Um, Wyatt? Honey? We need to get going now, right?" Brooke said grabbing his hand. "Yeah, right. Sadie? You ready, Half Pint?" he called out using the moniker from Little House on the Prairie. "Bye, Tiffany!" Sadie said as she took Wyatt's hand again. Tiffany still hadn't moved or said a word. "It was nice meeting you, Tara," Wyatt said pleasantly. "You, too," she said with a smile. She looked over at Brooke who was staring at her stone faced. Tara quickly looked away and said, "So if you ever want to let Sadie come over to play..." "Do I get to go to Tiffany's?" Sadie asked almost excitedly. "We'll see, okay?" Wyatt told her as he bent down to be her size. "Not today, but maybe soon." Sadie threw her arms around him and said quietly, "I love you, Wyatt." As her little arms held him he found it hard to swallow for a moment. "I um...love you, too," he said not quite sure how to say it and mean it although he knew he did. "Can we go now?" he heard Brooke say impatiently. Her arms were folded and she was tapping her foot. "Um, sure." They all said goodbye to one another and Wyatt couldn't help but notice the way Tara smiled at him when she waved goodbye. When she did he also noticed there was no wedding ring on her finger. During the ride, the brief encounter with Tara was soon forgotten and Wyatt found himself asking the nanny about Sadie's medication and dosage. When she told him what she took and how much he asked, "Has anyone ever tried reducing the amount?" "No, of course not," the nanny replied. "The dosage was determined by a doctor." Wyatt had always had issues with authority and rules. It drove him crazy when people said things like, "Speeding is speeding. If you're over the limit expect a ticket." To him common sense came into play. If he was doing 45 in a 35 on a clear, dry day with no traffic, no pedestrians, and no chance of harming anyone, what good was writing a ticket? Authoritarians would reply to that comment with something along the lines of, "So what is the limit in your world? Is it 55? How about 65? Why not 95?" People like that lived in a simplistic world of black and white. Like the nanny, to them, the rules were the rules! If the doctor (God almighty) said 150mg, then by God it was 150mg! There was no need to think, no need to ask questions. Just execute the orders. He thought about mentioning the Stanley Milgram experiment but knew the lesson would be lost on her. Instead he told her he'd take care of giving Sadie her medication from now on. She tried telling him she needed to show him how many pills of each he needed, but he assured her he could manage on his own. When they got home he had Sadie take him to where her medication was kept. He carefully read the label before doing some internet research on the drugs. He decided he would slowly wean her off them and see for himself how she did. He carefully cut one of the pills of each kind, and would give her less and less each day while monitoring her behavior as well as any signs of physical withdrawal. By dinner time, Sadie was a functional zombie again which told Wyatt the reduction was so slight as to be imperceptible. The following morning he reduced it by that much again before taking her to school then waited to see how she looked and sounded when he picked her up. When he arrived, he saw her in a corner with Tiffany and walked toward them. She was even chattier than the day before as he said hello. "Wyatt? This is my best friend, Tiffany. When can I go to her house to play?" "I have to talk with her mom, okay?" he told her. "You ready to go?" "There she is! Ask her now, Wyatt," Sadie said pointing behind him. "Hi again," Tara said as she walked up. "Hi. It's nice to see you," Wyatt told her. "Sadie was just asking me again about getting together. Would you like to try and set something up?" "You have no idea!" Tara said. She spoke quietly as she told Wyatt how hard it was to get anyone to play with Tiffany and those who had come over rarely came back because her daughter had so many...challenges. He looked at Sadie then back at Tiffany. "Okay. Let's give this a try." He turned toward Tara and said in her ear, "They've had Sadie so doped up on Ritalin and Adderall I've never seen her as her real self. I'm slowly reducing the dosage to see how bad...or not...this ADHD thing really is." "I was pretty much certain she was medicated. Tiffany is, too, in case that wasn't obvious. There are so many children on these drugs today. Most—but obviously not all of them—tend to be boys and in some cases it seems to me it's for the benefit of the teacher rather than the student." Wyatt smiled at her and said, "Exactly! That's what I told Dr. Hatcher in so many words." Tara then spoke into his ear. "You won't get any sympathy from her. She is hardcore pro-drug and if Sadie's behavior changes and a teacher says it's a problem you can expect to be summoned forthwith." "Good to know," he said. "So...can I maybe call you and set something up?" "I'd like that," she told him. Wyatt handed her his phone and opened it to 'contacts' and handed it to her. She handed it back then asked, "I don't mean to be rude, but will your girlfriend be coming with you and Sadie?" Wyatt let out a kind of snort. "No. Not a chance." The way she smiled told him she understood without the need of any additional explanation. He smiled back then said, "It's none of my business, but will there be a boyfriend or maybe an ex-husband when I bring Sadie to your place?" Tara laughed and said, "No boyfriend." She stopped smiling then whispered again in his ear, "There is an ex-husband, but he wants nothing to do with his daughter. She's the reason he left six years ago when she started school." "Sorry. I didn't mean to open old wounds." "You didn't so don't be. He's a self-centered asshole and I'm glad he's gone." Wyatt wasn't planning on saying what he was thinking, but it came out almost involuntarily. "Maybe I should introduce him to Brooke." Tara covered her mouth as she tried not to laugh. Sadie saw her and asked what was so funny. "Did you tell a funny joke, Wyatt?" "No, just the truth, Sadie. You ready now?" "I guess. Bye Tiffany!" she said to her friend who was still standing there expressionless. "I'll call you tomorrow, okay?" he said to Tara as they headed out. "I'm looking forward to it, Wyatt. Bye, Sadie!" Sadie looked over her shoulder and waved. "She's nice," Sadie said. "So is Tiffany." "Yes they are," Wyatt agreed. She squeezed his hand and said, "So are you. I love you, Wyatt." "I love you back, kiddo," he said squeezing hers, too. Although he had concerns about reducing her dosage too rapidly he decided to be even more aggressive. The following morning he took her down to half of where she was originally as they got ready for school. "Listen, there's something I have to do today so Brooke is going to take you to school this morning. Is that okay?" "No! I want you to take me, Wyatt." "It's just this one time, Sadie. Can you help me out and let her take you just for today?" "I don't like her," Sadie told him. "She's mean." "I'm calling Tiffany's mom today and we're going over to her house whenever she says it's okay. Does that help?" "Really?" she asked almost excitedly. "Yes, really. But you have to let Brooke take you to school." "Okay. She can take me. But just this one time. Promise?" "Thanks, kiddo. I owe you." Brooke showed up a few minutes later pretending to be excited about helping out. "So are you ready to take a ride in the limo?" she asked Sadie. "I guess," she said as Wyatt helped her put her coat on. "I'll be there after school for you, okay?" he told her. He hugged her then gave her a first-ever kiss on the cheek before wishing her a good day. As it was still the first week, Brooke asked the nanny to go with them; not because she didn't know how to walk Sadie inside but because she had no interest in doing so. As they drove along Brooke looked at Sadie as she asked the nanny, "Does the little zombie ever say anything?" The nanny saw Sadie glaring at Brooke and chose not to reply. "What? You can't speak, either? Jesus. What a couple of freaks." "My brother doesn't love you," Sadie said out of the blue. "Oh, look. It does speak!" Brooke stared at said, "Oh, yeah? Then why does he sleep with me every night if he doesn't love me?" "Because you're pretty," she said coldly. "Well, you may be a zombie, but at least you're not blind." "But only on the outside." Brooke raised up then put a finger in Sadie's face. "Listen to me you little bitch. You may think you're going to steal your brother away from me, but let me explain something to you. You're worth millions of dollars and he—and I—will do anything...even pretend we like you...to get that money. He doesn't love you any more than I do and I don't even like you. So the next time he says or does something nice, just remember it's because it's the only way we get your father's money. And we're going to get it." Brooke's hand was shaking and she wanted to slap the little brat so bad it was killing her. But she thought the nanny or the driver or even Sadie would say something if she did so she held back. No one looked at anyone the rest of the way to school. Sadie jumped out first and waited for the nanny. Before she closed the door Sadie looked back in and said, "My brother is going to leave you one of these days because you're a horrible person." She stood there for a second watching Brooke's reaction then said, "You're the bitch." She slammed the door then walked away with the nanny. "Do you know what your little spawn-of-Satan sister called me on the way to school this morning?" Brooke said as soon as Wyatt was back from whatever business he had. "Do tell," he replied. She told him the story omitting important details and Wyatt said, "That's interesting. She said that without prompting?" "I beg your pardon?" Brooke said. "What do you mean by that? Are you insinuating I provoked her? You can't possibly be thinking that." "I can't?" he said flatly. "Oh, this is rich. You're taking sides with a kid who's so stoned on drugs she can barely function over your girlfriend? Give me a fucking break!" "I'm sorry, Mr. Hall," they heard a voice say. "I didn't mean to intrude. I was just coming to ask if you'd need me the rest of the day and I couldn't help but overhear Miss Levinson's version of the story." "Version? What do you mean by my...version? Are you implying I'm lying?" Brooke was outraged and the veins in her neck were bulging. "I don't call people for whom I work liars, Miss Levinson," the nanny said. "Good, then why don't you hit the fucking road and go start looking for another job?" she spat. The nanny looked away and turned to Wyatt. "Will you be needing me again today, sir?" she asked politely. "No, but I would like to know what was said this morning." He looked at Brooke and said, "All of it." "Give me a fucking break!" Brooke screamed. "This bitch is a liar!" "She hasn't said anything yet, Brooke," Wyatt said calmly. "I'm not going to stand here and listen to her slander! You can either believe me or find yourself another girlfriend!" she screamed as she stormed passed the nanny intentionally shoving her with her arm on the way out. "Please. Tell me what was said," he told her again. She didn't want to repeat what she'd heard so Wyatt assured her there would be no consequences of any kind. The nanny coldly and sterilely repeated the story as succinctly as possible. Wyatt thanked her and told her she was free to leave. "In fact, I'll be fine from here on out. You'll paid the full amount, but you don't need to come back tomorrow unless you need to get your things." He saw the distressed look on her face. He let her know he was truly grateful and assured her she was blameless. He also let her know that her letter of recommendation would be as strong as he could possibly make it and that he wanted to give her something as a personal thank you. He handed her the check and said, "I wish I had something more to offer than money for all the time you've spent caring for my sister. I'm learning just how valuable loyalty like yours is." She looked at the amount and thanked him profusely. "Sadie is such a wonderful child. It's none of my business, but you may be doing the right thing with regard to her medication. I got so used to doing only what I was told that I stopped thinking." She looked down briefly before saying, "But I never stopped caring. Would it be all right for me to come by in the morning and tell Miss Sadie goodbye in person?" "Of course. She'd like that, I'm sure." With that, she turned around and went to collect the things she could carry and would gather the rest the following morning. That afternoon Sadie was almost animated when he picked her up. "Hi, big brother!" she said when he saw her. "You seem happy," he told her as she took his hand. "I don't feel all groggy from the medicine. I feel...happy!" She'd been smiling then suddenly stopped. "Is...Brooke in the car?" she asked in a way that concerned him. "No. No, she isn't." When they got inside he said, "So...tell me what happened this morning. What did Brooke say to you?" "Nothing," she said quietly. "No, she'd didn't say nothing. Did she call you a zombie again?" Sadie looked at him but didn't answer. "You're not in trouble. I just need to know." "Yes," she said without looking at him. She told him she also called the nanny the same thing. "Did she call you an 'it'?" Sadie nodded. "Okay, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he asked. "Hey, smile! You're not in trouble." "I will be when I get home," she said. "What? What do you mean by that?" "When Brooke finds out she's going to..." Wyatt moved over next to her and put his arm around her shoulder. "Brooke won't be doing anything to you ever again." "She will when you're not around. She hates me," Sadie told him. He pulled her close and said, "You're my sister. Blood is thicker than..." He stopped realizing she wouldn't understand. "I'll take of Brooke, okay? Can you just trust me?" Sadie nodded and laid her head on her shoulder. "I'm glad you came home, Wyatt." He kissed the top of her head and said, "Me, too." When they got inside, Brooke was standing in the foyer waiting. "What lies did she tell you?" she hissed as Sadie walked by then stopped. She turned around to see what Wyatt was going to say. "Go on up to your room okay, Sadie?" he told her with a warm smile. As she started up the stairs, Brooke said, "Seriously? You're taking her word over mine? Get real!" He waited until Sadie was out of earshot then said, "I am getting real, Brooke. Go upstairs and pack your shit and get out." She stood there in stunned silence staring at him. "Don't worry. I'll pay for your plane ticket and any other expenses until you get home." Her mouth was wide open in disbelief. "Before you ask, yes, I'm serious. You're not staying here tonight. I want you out. I don't care where you go or what you do, but you're not spending one more night in this house—my house." She came back downstairs a half hour later with the same suitcases she'd brought. She looked at him and said with venom in her voice, "Like you have a chance of pulling this off by yourself! You'll be begging me to come back here and help you with...her...before I can even get back to California. Mark my words!" "I may not 'pull this off' but I'll die before I ask you for help." Once he knew she was packed and on the way out, he began walking upstairs himself. As he did, he turned around and told her, "There's a car waiting for you out front. He'll take you anywhere you tell him to go. He's giving you $500 in cash and a boarding pass I just printed off. Don't lose them." He heard Brooke's heels clicking loudly on the marble floor as she stomped out. "Good riddance," he said from the top of the stairs. "Sadie?" he said as he tapped her door. "It's time for your medicine." "I don't want to take it anymore," she said. "You can't just stop. It'll make you feel sick. We have to slowly taper you down, okay?" "Okay." She didn't understand what that meant, but she did trust him. "Two things," he said as they went to her bathroom. "One, we're going to Tiffany's on Saturday." Sadie squealed with excitement. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" she said as she hugged his waist. "What's the other thing?" "If I let you stop taking your medicine, you can't start getting in trouble in school. If you do, I'll have no choice but to put you back on it. Deal?" She let go of him and said, "I talk too much when I don't take my medicine." He knelt down and said, "I'm not concerned about talking. I'm concerned about you saying things...like Brooke said. You can't ever be that way to anyone. Understand?" "Yes." "I'm not saying it's okay to talk in class. It isn't. But that's not the kind of trouble I'm talking about. Does this make sense?" "I think so," she said as he stood up then handed her the much-reduced amount of pills. "Another couple of days and you should be completely off of this stuff. Don't let me down, kiddo." "I won't," she said as she swallowed them. Sadie was up early Saturday morning and started asking Wyatt when they were going to Tiffany's as soon as she saw him. "Ten o'clock. Her mom's making lunch for us so don't eat too much before we go." Wyatt laughed when he realized Sadie barely touched whatever food was put in front of her. And yet, here she was eating. "I haven't seen you eat two bites since I got here," he told her. "My medication makes me not want to eat. Do I have to take it before we go?" she asked as though he hadn't already discussed it with her. "Yes. You'll take a little less again, but you do have to take it. Do you feel okay? Any headaches? Dizziness? Mood swings?" "No," she said taking a bite of toast. "I feel...like me again." The car was waiting at 9:45 and Sadie was already downstairs waiting. "You look so handsome, Wyatt!" she told him. "This? It's no big deal," he told her. "Then why did you take nearly an hour deciding what to wear?" he asked himself. After all that, he'd settled on a yellow shirt with blue pinstripes and some navy pants with cordovan-colored shoes and a matching belt. "Father never let me go anywhere," she said on the drive. "Did he make you call him 'father'?" "No, he just didn't seem like a dad to me so I always called him father." Someday, Wyatt would tell her how he never knew their father, either. To him, he'd been little more than a credit card—a thick wallet and a means to an end. Sadie didn't need to hear any of that today and he could tell she was very intelligent. She probably already understood it, at least to some degree. "This is their house?" Sadie said as they pulled up. It was a very modest home near the school both girls attended. It was nothing like the home Sadie'd grown up in and for all he knew, this might be the first time she'd been anything that wasn't like their gated quasi-mansion. Tara opened the door for them. "Sadie! Hi. It's so good to see you!" She hugged her and told her where Tiffany was. Tara noticed the difference immediately as Wyatt came in. "Oh, my! Don't you look nice." She looked behind him and said, "Where's the other model?" "Brooke?" he asked almost rhetorically. "She's the only model." "Could have fooled me," Tara said in a way that was playful but not flirty. "Is she not coming?" "No. Um...she's actually going. No, by now she's gone." He explained generically what happened and Tara wasn't surprised. "Wyatt? May I ask you something?" she said as she offered him a seat. "Sure, I'd love to go out with you sometime," he said with mock seriousness. His response caught Tara so off guard she laughed out loud. "Were I ten years younger I'd be openly flirting," she told him. At 35, she realized how silly that must have sounded so she quickly added, "Not that you'd flirt back. I'd just be foolishly throwing myself at you." "Wouldn't you also be married?" he asked. "Oh, right. Gee, thanks for reminding me. No, seriously, is Sadie off her medication?" "Is it that obvious?" he asked. "To a parent who's child takes Ritalin and Adderall it is," she said. "I'm weaning her off it," he told her. "Wow, that's bold of you," she said. "How so?" "Well, Dr. Hatcher's not going to like it. I'd say you can expect to start getting formal notices of 'bad behavior' very soon." "Ah, like talking in class?" he offered. "Bingo," she told him. "I can't afford to risk losing Tiffany's place. Her father pays the tuition and he'd be outraged were she to be um...asked to leave." "Wow, Dr. Hatcher sounds like a little Mussolini. Is she really that bad?" "Don't get me started," Tara said. "Are you saying these notices can lead to Sadie's expulsion?" "No, I'm saying they will lead to it. I've seen five kids 'lose their place' when their parents took them off their ADHD medication in the years Tiffany's attended school there. Wyatt, I don't like doping my child, but she can't get this kind of education in a public school. They shunt kids like her into 'special' classes with three- or four-letter designations and they don't learn anything because they teach to the lowest common denominator." "Well, I'm not only willing to risk it, I'm doing it. I absolutely respect your decision, Tara. It's just not what's best for Sadie." "I admire you for that, Wyatt. If I had any other alternative, I'd do it, too." "You know...I might just have one." They talked for the next two hours getting acquainted then took the girls out for lunch after being given a choice of grilled cheese sandwiches and soup or McDonalds. Sadie ate everything on her plate and asked for ice cream afterwards while Tiffany barely touched hers. "Appetite suppression is another side effect. I always say you can tell who's on medication by watching them eat. Or not." "You know, the more I think about this the angrier it makes me. I'd love to know just how many children are taking these kinds of drugs and why. There has to be a better way for kids who are...active...to learn without turning them into..." "Zombies?" Tara offered. "As much as I hate that word, I have to admit it's very descriptive." Wyatt sat there staring at the two girls and the differences in their behavior. Sadie was smiling, talkative, and had an appetite while Tiffany sat there almost expressionless occasionally taking a very tiny bite. "I see those wheels spinning, Wyatt. Care to tell me what you thinking?" "Not yet," he said without looking at her. "But I do have one question. You're a college graduate. Have you ever thought about getting a teaching certificate?" "Me? Heavens no. I love kids, but teach? I don't think so. Why do you ask?" "Just thinking. That's all." And he was thinking. He wasn't sure it could be done, but it couldn't hurt to look into it. They went back to Tara's house and only stayed a few more minutes. Sadie sat down by her brother and folded her arms. "What's going on, Sadie?" "Nothing," she said. "Nothing?" "Well, it's just that Tiffany doesn't want to play. She just wants to sit there and hold her stuffed animals. I'm too old for them and..." She looked at Tara who said, "Say what's on your mind, Sadie. I won't be upset. I promise." "It's...boring. We don't do anything. She doesn't even want to talk. Tara knew she was right and there was nothing she could say to Sadie. Instead, she said to Wyatt, "Maybe I could reduce her dosage." "Every little bit helps. I didn't see much change in Sadie until we got below 50%. She's done to 20% and by Tuesday, she'll be off both medications completely." Sadie had no idea what her brother meant when he told Tara, "Guess that means I better get busy on this idea of mine." Then again, Tara also had no idea what he meant. But she did have hope. She also trusted Wyatt and although she'd never tell him, she was happy Brooke was out of his life. She'd also never let him know she wouldn't mind being in it. He'd have to let her know he was interested as it just wasn't Tara's style to push herself on any man. Even one as...yummy...as Wyatt Hall. "So there's no restriction on how I use the money for Sadie as long as it's for her welfare, right?" he asked Randolf that afternoon. "Well, I have the final determination as to whether or not it's in her best interest, but your father gave me very wide latitude so if you can show something is even slightly better than what she currently has—in any area of her life—it shouldn't be a problem. Why? What exactly are you thinking?" "I'll let you know in a few days, okay?" he replied. He had a ton of research to do and no real idea whom to see or where to even start. So he'd just pick someone or something and dive in and sort it out as he went. \*\*\*\*\* "Pastor Stevenson? I'm Wyatt Hale. We spoke on the phone and it's a pleasure to meet you." "Same here, Mr. Hall. You said your interest was in the Christian School we have as a part of our ministry. What specifically are you wanting to discuss?" An hour later, Wyatt left with a basic understanding of the various types of schools from public to private, charter, magnet, and religious. He also began to have a feel for the concept of certification, the role it played, and how important (or unimportant) it was to a student's future education after graduating from high school. Later that afternoon he spent another hour with the principal of a charter school and added that information to what the Baptist minister had told him earlier that morning. The following day he sat down with an different attorney and discussed a bevy of legal issues from buying property to liability to accepting taxpayer money and it's role in accountability to the state. "So the bottom line is I can start a private school and as long as I don't accept money from the federal or state government, I can teach pretty much whatever I want with teachers who either are or aren't certified by the state." With some minor caveats, the attorney confirmed his statement and Wyatt was now ready to put his plan into action. Knowing that two heads are better than one, he asked to meet with Tara again while Tiffany was in school and see if he could solicit her help. "Wow. That's very ambitious," she told him. "And very expensive." "Let me worry about the finances, okay? My question is would you consider letting your own daughter attend a school like this which caters only to children with severe cases of ADHD knowing they will either be off their medication completely or on very low doses?" "After listening to your entire presentation, I still have concerns, but they're small in comparison to the potential I see for my daughter—as well as your sister and many children like them—by attending a school specifically tailored for their unique needs. So, yes, count me in." "Great! I'm not sure how long it's going to take to get this up and running, but I'm putting a business plan together this week. We need to find a suitable property, get it to where it can pass inspection, buy books and computers and other materials, find teachers, and advertise to parents with kids like ours to find our future student body. I see us initially taking no more than ten kids per grade so that our student-teacher ratio is very low. We can even hire classroom assistants if necessary. We don't have to worry about certification in the near-term, that can be a goal for down the line. The main goal is provide kids who are um...very active...a safe place where they can learn by finding ways to reach them; ways that no other school can take the time to employ because doing so means they don't service the majority. That of course, means our unique kids get left behind, left out, and turned into well...zombies...on the way." As he got caught up in making his argument, his passion and his love for children like Tiffany tugged at Tara's heartstrings to the point she was on the verge of tears. "Hey? Why so sad?" Wyatt said when he noticed she was tearing up. Tara blinked several times then said, "It's just that no one has ever taken any real, personal interest in my daughter before. Everyone has had just one goal in mind. Calm her down through medication so she isn't a distraction. I'm sorry, but my child is NOT a distraction! She's an individual; a unique human being with individual needs and it took this...it took—you—to wake me up to that simple truth." Wyatt stood up then sat next to her. He grabbed a tissue from the coffee table and handed it to her. She thanked him and carefully wiped her eyes. "Tiffany is an individual. So is Sadie. Look, we can't be the only parents...or guardians...who have these concerns. There have to be plenty of other people who feel like the educational system is letting them down by shunting their kids off into a corner—a very quiet corner—so they don't 'bother' anyone else. I know I am and I just started doing this." "Me, too," Tara said as she sat down the tissue. "Thank you, Wyatt. You're such a good person." Her words were simple but had a profound impact as Wyatt realized no one had ever said that to him before. No one had ever even implied it and there was good reason for that. He'd been a completely self-absorbed narcissist interested in nothing but personal pleasure. Caring for Sadie had made him realize there was more to life than getting laid or spending money although he still very much wanted to get laid. He just didn't want any more of the endless hook ups and as he looked at Tara he understood why. "You know, that may just be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, Tara." "Really? You can't be serious. I mean you're probably the most handsome young man...sorry...man...I've ever seen and you have this amazingly big heart. I'm sorry, but that doesn't make any sense." Wyatt smiled and said, "This is all new ground for me. I'm in completely uncharted territory. Putting another person before myself—any other person—is a first. Caring about someone else is, too. Even something like delayed gratification is utterly foreign to me. Anytime I met a woman I found really attractive, I made in my mission in life to sleep with her." He shook his head as he laughed very briefly then said, "The old me would have tried to sleep with you the first time we met." Tara's facial expression changed immediately when she heard what he'd said. She stopped crying and was even smiling albeit not very strongly as Wyatt began explaining how this was all new to him. Now she looked...baffled...and Wyatt wasn't exactly sure why. "Did I just say something offensive? If so, I apologize. Again, I'm new at all of this so I'm bound to make mistakes. But my intentions are honorable, I assure you, even if I'm a little clumsy expressing them." Tara lowered her eyes and looked away. She felt her heart beating very rapidly. It was pounding in her chest and she could 'hear' it in her ears and wondered if Wyatt could, too. She wanted to tell him how much she liked him but couldn't. It wasn't just her need to have the man ask first, it was also her age. She'd seen Brooke and Brooke was insanely gorgeous—and young—just like Wyatt. Tara knew she was considered attractive, but she was maybe as much as ten years older and definitely not in his league. Even so, she wanted nothing more than for him to take her hand and... "Tara? Are you upset with me?" he asked again. She forced herself to 'snap out of it' and looked right at him. She even managed a smile and said, "No. Not at all. Why would I be? You're doing such a great thing and it's going to help our girls so much. No, I'm not upset in the least. I'm actually very impressed." "Really?" Wyatt said. "I've never heard those words before, either." He reached for her hand and Tara's heartbeat went out of control as she handed hers to him. "You're really amazing and I just wanted you to know that." He put his other hand on top of hers and squeezed it before saying, "Well, I should get going. We have a ton of work ahead of us." He stood up and helped Tara do so as well, as he was still holding her hand. They stood face to face and Wyatt said, "I'm really excited about working with you, Tara. I hope you won't get sick of me too quickly." She tried to speak but couldn't find her voice. She cleared her throat then said, "I'm quite sure that's not going to happen, Wyatt." "I hope not," he said smiling at her. "I really like spending time with you." "I'm glad," she said. "A little surprised but very glad." "Why would you be surprised?" he asked. He reached for both hands which she offered him before he told her, "Why wouldn't I enjoy being around you? You're smart, you're kind, you're caring, and..." He looked down and thought twice about saying it because he found her so attractive he didn't want to ruin this relationship by making her feel uncomfortable. "And...what?" she asked barely able to speak. He looked back into her eyes then said, "You're all of those things and you're so...beautiful, too." He her eyes were locked on his and she hadn't so much as blinked. "It can be very...distracting." "So...now you know how I feel whenever you're near me," she replied in a very soft, very quiet voice. She finally blinked and she wondered again if he could hear her heart trying to slam its way out of her chest. "What are you saying, Tara?" he asked. He inched closer and slowly raised his hand and placed it on her cheek. He eyes closed as she pushed her head into his hands. "Do I have to say the words?" she whispered still looking into his eyes. He moved closer still then quietly said, "No. No, you don't. Your beautiful eyes are saying them for you." He put his other hand on her cheek then whispered, "You are so beautiful." Tara reached up and gently grabbed his wrists and placed them behind her back before putting her arms under his. "Thank you," she whispered back as he slowly leaned down to kiss her. Tara was flooded with emotions as his soft lips met hers. She was overwhelmed by this rush of feeling and need and through it all she tried to remember if she'd ever felt this way before. Her very first kiss. The first time a cute boy had asked her to dance. Her...first time. Unable to stop herself she yielded to passion as she offered him the tip of her tongue. To her absolute delight he offered his back and then even more. Tara moaned softly as their tongues slowly danced and their lips pressed close. She didn't know how long it lasted. She only knew it was the best, most romantic kiss of her life and that it had forced her heart to move somewhere closer to her throat. She couldn't speak and she could barely breath as their lips parted. Wyatt brushed her pretty hair back and said, "You see. That's what I was talking about. You're...very distracting." Desperation forced her to speak as she told him, "I...I don't mind being distracted...like that." He smiled at her and when he did she felt a kind of warmth spread through her entire body starting from somewhere below her waist and radiating outward in all directions. She hadn't had an orgasm, but the feeling was every bit as pleasant. "If I don't leave now, I won't want to leave," he told her as he twirled her hair in her fingers. "Then stay," her shaky voice said as her entire body trembled. "Are you sure?" he asked as their eyes remained fixed on the others. "Very," she told him. "Will this affect our working together?" he asked her. Tara nodded and moved her lips closer to hers. "It might require us to take...long breaks at certain times." "I guess we could just spend more time together in order to compensate," he said very quietly. "I'm told breaks are very important," she said as her lips pressed softly against hers. She kissed him deeply and passionately and he responded in kind. As they stood there locked together in the fires of passion Wyatt said, "I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you." "I wouldn't have stopped you," she said during the briefest of breaks. "I don't want to just kiss you, Tara," he told her. "I won't stop you," she said again as their kissing grew fierce. "Make love to me, Wyatt," she moaned. "Please?" She led him to her bedroom and closed the door. "How much time before school's out?" he asked. "Enough," she said as she began unbuttoning his shirt. When it came off, Tara ran her hands over her chest and said, "My God, you are so beautiful." "So are you," he told her before kissing her again. As he began unbuttoning her simple white blouse she said, "Wyatt? I'm...I'm not Brooke. When you see me...when you look at me...just remember that, okay?" He slipped her blouse off of her small shoulders and said, "I wouldn't be here with you if you were her." He unhooked her bra and let it fall then told her, "Wow!" he exclaimed as he admired her. "She's not even in your league." And even though Tara's body wasn't as physically spectacular as Brooke's, everything about this woman made her so much more desirable and appealing to him. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he told her truthfully. She wanted desperately to believe him, but she couldn't imagine that was true. "I won't call you a liar," she said sweetly. "I'll just ask you to get your eyes checked." He pulled her close and kissed her as he softly squeezed her breast. Tara gasped as Wyatt said, "My eyes are fine and you really are very beautiful." Moments later they were both fully undressed with Wyatt's shorts coming off last. "Oh, my God..." Tara said instinctively as she saw him for the first time. Other than her former husband, she'd only been with two other men and none of them looked like...that. "I could cum just looking at you," she told him truthfully. From his thick hair to his male model-like face to his rock-hard body to his oh-so well endowed cock, Tara had never seen anyone or anything like him. "Don't you dare," he replied as he pulled her close. "I want to make you cum...over and over and over." Tara had heard that women could have multiple orgasms but so far, she'd never experienced that. With the men she'd made love with, one was rare. With the toys she used when living alone, one had always been enough. But as she looked at her beautiful young Adonis, she wondered if he might just be right and couldn't wait to find out. He backed her up to the bed as they kissed then set her on the edge. "Relax and let me take care of everything, okay?" he told her as he planted himself between her legs. Tara laid back resting her hands on the bed while looking down at her handsome lover as he gently spread her soft, wide lips. She was aware she was very, very wet and that she was already right on the verge. As his sweet tongue found its target, Tara gasped, inhaling sharply. As he opened her sex he used the width of his tongue to slowly lick her down its entire length. Just as he got to the end she felt herself lose control. Her body tensed and spasmed, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her. "Oh my...God!" she cried out. Her body wanted her to throw her head back, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She watched as his tongue held fast through each wave until her body grew calm again. "Mmmm. That's one," he said smiling at her. "Oh, my God...there's more?" she cried unable to imagine anything feeling better than that. "Much more," he said diving back in. He slowly and softly licked her up and down, then spun circles around her clit occasionally pinching her pussy lips together and kneading them around gently before reopening her and going back to work with his tongue. Within five minutes, she was once again back on the edge. Her breathing was heavy and deep, her moans growing louder. As she felt the pressure building again, her body demanded release. She thought of him on top of her, entering her, and as she did, another long, glorious wave washed over her body. "Ohhh...fffuck!" she cried softly as she came just as hard this second time. Wyatt smiled then raised her legs up and pushed her onto the bed. "Come here, beautiful," he said as he laid beside her. Tara reached for him and as she took him, she realized she'd forgotten just how big he was. She was both excited and even afraid of what it would be like to take him inside her. As she stroked him, he grew in her hand, filling her small palm completely. She found it hard to imagine him with her and yet here he was, not with someone young and beautiful like Brooke, but with her. What she couldn't yet understand was that she was so much more beautiful to him than any Brooke had ever been. She couldn't know he was very ready to fall in love and give his heart to just one woman. She couldn't possibly know that she was that woman. "You feel so good," she told him as she looked into his eyes again as she continued to stroke his long, hard cock. He saw her expression change before she said, "I...I haven't done...this...since college." "I don't care, sweetheart," he told her. "Anything you do will be perfect." He kissed then told her, "You're perfect, Tara." She knew right then she was in love with him, and that he could now easily break her heart in an instant. Yet she also knew he never would. It no longer mattered if she was or wasn't that beautiful, all that mattered was being with him. She kissed his lips then his chin and then his chest as she made her way to where she wanted to be. He was now fully erect and Tara still had no idea what to do with...so much of him. She again took him in her tiny hand, her slender fingers wrapped around him unable to connect due to his girth. She pulled him toward her mouth and opened as widely as she could taking him inside of her. She'd never not been able to take a man completely. Then again, she'd never been very interested in this part of lovemaking and had rarely ever done it. But with Wyatt, it was not only different. It was...wonderful. There was no dread, no feelings of having to endure this to get to the 'good part', only the deepest of desire to please the man she loved. She lowered herself as far as she could and realized she was only a little over half way down. "That feels SO good," he groaned as she closed her lips and raised back up before slowly sliding back down. As she sucked, she also used her hand on the lower half of his cock. After a couple of minutes, she placed her delicate hand under his balls and pushed up on them causing Wyatt to moan with pleasure. "Mmmm. I thought you were a novice, but you're an expert!" he said. Tara giggled as she came up for breath. "So...no complaints yet?" she asked before going back down. "Are you kidding?" he asked as he put his hand behind her head. "That's amazing!" She raised back up, waggled his baseball bat and said, "No, this thing is amazing!" Wyatt laughed and said, "It's the one thing my dad gave me that I appreciate." Tara giggled again then took him deep before bobbing up and down faster and faster. "Oh...fffuck!" he called out. He was about to lose it and gently lifted her off of him. "Come here, baby," he told her. Tara climbed up next to him and he said, "Can you reach my pants? I've got a condom in my wallet." She hopped off, found it, and quickly slipped it on. She hadn't used one since college, either, but seemed to recall it covering her boyfriend's entire length. It went down just over halfway on Wyatt and she was now very anxious to feel this beautiful monster in front of her. He rolled her over and kissed her. Tara's tongue was deep inside his mouth as she reached for him. "Right there," she moaned as she granted him access to Fort Knox. Wyatt pushed slowly spreading Tara wider than she'd ever experienced. She gasped as he entered her. "Oh...God!" she said. "You're...huge! Go slow, okay?" "I'll do anything you want, sweetheart," he told her. She'd heard him call her that before but this time he was inside her and slowly taking her and the love she felt for him was overwhelming. She felt him take another inch and then two. She breathed hard as he slowed. "You okay?" She nodded and wanted more. "Oooooo!!" she cried when he gave it her. "My...God you're big!" she said. Slowly but surely he took her completely. "You still okay?" he asked. She nodded again then said, "It feels like you're in my stomach." Wyatt laughed then so did Tara. "Are you complaining?" he teased. "Uh-uh," she moaned as he pulled back before pushing again. "Oh...sshit!" she cried as he finally began making love to her. He started slowly while watching her eyes and listening to her while being very aware of how her body was reacting. When he knew she could handle all of him he began taking her. Tara's arms were around his wide back, her legs spread wide open as he pounded her soaking wet pussy. "Yes!!" she cried. "Oh...my...God! That feels so good!" Wyatt kept at it hammering her so hard he barely heard her screams over the noise. "God fucking...yes!!" he heard in spite of the noise. He knew she was coming again and he let go, too. "Yes!! Fuck me hard! Yes...yes...YES!!" Tara screamed with pleasure as he shot his load inside her. "Oh, my God!" she said panting hard as they finished together. "That was so...amazing," she said as she fought for breath. "You were amazing," he told her as he smiled and looked into her eyes. "Really?" she asked genuinely wanting to know. "Oh, trust me on that. You were fantastic." "I'm so glad!" she said as she held him close. "Needless to say, you really were amazing." He raised up and stared into her eyes then said, "You know, I've never once cared what a woman said to me after sex. But with you...I...I want to know...I...I need to know how you feel." Tara purred and said, "I feel...amazing." She smiled and said, "I'm also going to feel...sore...tomorrow, but every painful step is going to make me smile." "You make me smile," he told her. "You know? I've never felt this way about anyone before," he said as he continued to stroke her hair. "So it isn't just me?" she asked smiling back. "Nope," he said before kissing her again. "It definitely isn't just you." She looked over at the alarm clock by the bed and said, "Unfortunately, we're going to have to get ready to go get our girls." "As long as we can take breaks like this, then that's okay. Can we?" he said with a smile. "Anytime you like," she assured him with another beautiful smile. This time, Tara rode with him in the limousine. They held hands and kissed on the way talking and cooing like new lovers. "I'm going to start tapering Tiffany off of her medicine tonight," she told him. "She can be a bit of handful without it." "That's okay," he told her. "It won't be forever and we have to remember we're not raising children, we're raising future adults. Who they are without the medicine is their real self, not this empty shell the medicine makes them. It may be challenging but...if you'll have me, I'll be right by your side every step of the way." He saw her eyes filling with tears again as she said, "Nothing would make me happier, Wyatt." "Nothing?" he asked as he kissed her and placed her hand between his legs. Tara laughed then said, "Well...almost nothing." Sadie was a chatterbox as she climbed into the limo. She talked non-stop all the way to Tara's house asking why Tara was there, were they in love or something, and about her day at school. "Oh, I'm supposed to give you this," she said pulling a piece of paper out of her folder. "What's this?" Wyatt asked. "My teacher says I talk too much, but I can't help it. I'm just interested in everything and I feel so happy and..." Tara leaned over and said, "I told you so." It was the exact notice Tara told him he should expect and more of them followed over the next few weeks as Wyatt worked long hours each day initially looking for the right building in the right location. Once he found it, he paid for it in cash severely depleting his available reserves. He had it inspected, hired a general contractor and crew to bring it up to code and paint it, then got it re-inspected within a month. From there he began purchasing supplies and advertising the grand opening while also looking for qualified teachers. They didn't need to be state certified, but they had to demonstrate the ability to teach and have a willingness to work with kids like Sadie and Tiffany. Tara worked until 5pm most days then joined him and helped out after dinner until it was time to put the girls to bed. For the first month or so, they drove home separately until one evening when Wyatt asked her not to. "I'd like you to move in with me," he told her that evening. "I think we make a pretty good team." "I agree," she said happily. "And it will make taking our um...breaks...a lot easier. So yes, I'll move in with you," she told him. She was disappointed he hadn't asked her to marry him, but she also knew she'd never say 'no' to him regardless of what he asked. He'd been so right about the medication and Tiffany was her old talkative self again. She and Sadie had become best friends talking non-stop right past one another all day, every day never noticing or caring. When Tara told her daughter they were moving in with Sadie and her brother, she'd been ecstatic and talked about it until she went to bed. The next day, Wyatt had a moving company packed them up and move them to his father's house. That evening after dinner, Wyatt asked his three 'girls' if he could have their attention. It took a while to get the actual girls to settle down, but they finally got them to be quiet. "I know you two are excited about living here together and so are your mom and I." The girls started talking again and Wyatt waited patiently for them to stop. "In fact, I'm more than just excited and here's why." He walked over to Tara and held out his hand. "You see, the three of you are the most important people in my life, but Tara is extra special because..." He turned to face her as they stood right in front of the girls. "Because..." He looked into her eyes and said, "Because I'm in love with her. In fact, I love her so much..." He fished around and found the fuzzy blue box and got on one knee. "Oh, my gosh!" Tara said. "He's gonna ask your mom to marry him!" Sadie said jumping up and pointing. Before Wyatt could actually ask her, Tiffany jumped up and screamed, too. "We're going to be sisters!" They were shrieking and holding arms and dancing in a circle chanting, "We're gonna be sisters, we're gonna be sisters." Wyatt let the girls do their thing and looked up at Tara. "Since I met you, my life has changed so much and all of it for the better. I can't imagine it without you in it." The girls were so loud she could barely hear him. "You may want to think twice before you answer!" he hollered. "Tara Wallace? Will you marry me?" She was crying again and Wyatt couldn't hear her, but he did see her nod and hold out her hand. He slipped the ring on her finger then stood up and kissed her. The girls saw them and got quiet for a few seconds but when the kiss kept going they both loudly called out, "Eeewww!" before starting up their chant-dance again. Wyatt held her as they watched the girls act out. "What doesn't kill us..." he began. "Makes us stronger?" she called out. "I think we need a break," he told her. "I like the way you think," she told him. "They won't even notice we're missing!" \*\*\*\*\* Hall Academy opened just after the winter break and none too soon as both Sadie and Tiffany were learned they were no longer welcome at Charles Wright. But they, and 42 other boys and girls from ages 5-15 were more than welcome at Hall where Tara and Wyatt both taught classes. Wyatt pulled double duty as headmaster until the following school year when he was able to hire more teachers. The additional teachers proved invaluable when the year after that Tara became pregnant then later gave birth to a son they named Leif Randolf Hall. Additionally, Wyatt's one-year probation period came to an end, and Randolf Crane unequivocally approved of the way Wyatt had cared for Sadie and their home, thus making his late father's entire inheritance his. Only the two of them and Wyatt's beautiful wife, Tara Hall, knew the exact amount (unless of course, one counts the IRS as a 'someone') which was more than enough to fund the Academy and their lives together. They struggled each day with their girls who had enough energy for four children their age, but the upside was seeing they were happy, healthy, well-adjusted and no longer doped for someone else's convenience. Whenever the girls became too much for Wyatt and Tara to deal with they took breaks. Depending on how rambunctious the girls were, those breaks could last a very long time.

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Title: Free Birds Ch. 06 Tags: college, pussy, anal, bed, oral, peeing, exhibitionism, toilet, flashing, conflict **Rachel's Story - Part 1** Hi, it's me, Rachel Jones. You already know a lot of my story - I was in "Ugly Duckling," (it was about me), and in Free Birds, parts 1 and 2, so there isn't a lot to tell you, with a couple of exceptions. In case you forgot, Kira Sterling and I are students and roommates at Pacific Western Christian University, in Fresno, California. Oh, and lovers, too. Believe it or not, there's a problem with that, and I'll explain it later. Kira and I have made love nearly every night, since about two months into the semester, when she seduced me (though I was more than willing), and inflicted her cute little cheerleader body on me every chance she got. She was a bi sophomore, and I was a virginal, naive freshman. Well, virginal in that I had never fucked, or been fucked by, another girl. I had grown up masturbating constantly over the thought of other girls naked, so it's not like I had been resistant to the idea of this beautiful college girl teasing, licking and filling my every hole. And I mean, every hole. So, we fucked constantly. Typically Kira, with her long blonde hair down around her shoulders, would start it by crawling into our shared bed with me, her warm, soft, oh so fragrant body slipping under the sheets, and whether I was asleep or not, she'd kiss me lovingly, her soft, full pink lips pressing insistently against mine, her need expressed in every touch. Her tongue would venture shyly into my mouth, sharing our fluids, a precursor to other fluids that we'd share later in our lovemaking, a thought that never failed to excite me, ironically making me produce even more liquid. Her pink little tongue would tease me, dancing with my own, the excitement expressed in my own tongue's responses echoed by the stiffening in my clitoris, which would begin swelling and peeking out from under its sheath above my pussy. As Kira teased me further along, slowly building me to an eventual orgasm, our bodies would unite first at our lips, then we'd slowly join our bodies together, my soft hands touching her firm, smooth hands, our slim fingers interlacing as urgency overtook us. I could tell how excited Kira was by how hard she'd squeeze my fingers. When her grip absolutely hurt, I knew I was in for a full night of fucking, and I so looked forward to her hurting me, at least in that way! Her long polished fingernails digging into my skin I came to associate with the naughtiest orgasms she would give me. Soon, my erect brown nipples would be kissing her hard, pink ones, then my small breasts nestling against, then eagerly embraced by, her full breasts, the sensation of warm, loving feminine mammary flesh pressing against my own often bringing me to small, preliminary cums, a warm flush spreading through my breasts along with strong tingles emanating from my pussy and radiating through my body. As Kira would loom over my prone body, her full, feminine body just above mine, my body quivering softly under her command, her eyes intently locked on mine, her sweet, warm breath filling my being, she would adjust her position to suit herself, the fronts of her smooth thighs pressing against the fronts of my thighs, our smooth legs rubbing together, then, slowly her leg slipping in between mine, my legs submissively spreading wide. Her wet pussy would kiss my thigh at the exact moment that her own thigh would press insistently against my own cunt, our hips and pussies fucking softly. The molten liquid of her slit would burn into my leg, making my own pussy even wetter, knowing that I was feeling Kira's excitement. I could always identify my female lover's smell then, her pussy musk, and body splash and sweet breath making an unforgettable olfactory trigger that eventually came to make me cum, simply in Pavlovian reaction to the combined smells, and the pleasures I came to expect when smelling them! Eventually, all of our clothes would be off, stripped off in haste or at leisure, by our own hand or by the other, a hot and bothered lover, even to the extent that we'd occasionally rip each other's nighties, bra or panties in removing them, and laugh about it, and then we'd tease each other - warm, wet mouth sucking each other's fragrant, hard nipples, or conversely, teasing one another's lips with our nipples, and with our slim fingertips, sometimes sucking on fingertips like large clits, stroking each other's hard pink clits, pinching those hard little pearls of pleasure, fingers slippery with each other's cum, dipping fingers deep inside into each other's moist pussy, bringing those liquid-tipped fingers to each other's mouth and to our own, and when we were really hot, fucking each other's ass hole with a tongue and fingers. Kira has a beautiful, dynamite body, but I think it's her ass that turns me on the most, or maybe just the thought that I'm licking another girl's poop chute (to be coarse about it). I never realized that I could spend literally hours licking her pink, puckered hole and make both she and I cum from the experience. Kira introduced me to the pleasures of finger fucking a girl's ass to orgasm, followed by licking that same orifice to multiple subsequent cums. And caressing her round, warm bottom, tickling and teasing those beautiful, welcoming pillows both through her panties, and after I've stripped them off her makes us both experience very strong shudders of ecstasy. Kira keeps her bottom scrupulously clean for me, as I do for her, so that our noses fill with each other's feminine musk, and just a hint of a darker smell. Kira also showed me how to fuck a girl's ass with a small dildo, and I had to pretend again and again that I didn't cum, even though I came countless times, simply so that she wouldn't stop fucking my ass with that delightful black-colored toy. Kira taught me so much about woman-woman love, that I feel like I've betrayed her. But, there were ... problems between us. "Kira, do you love me?" I asked her one night, lying on my back, my knees up and spread, while Kira lay between my thighs, licking my pussy. "Umm?" she asked, raising her head. "Of course, I love you SO much, baby," she said. "Why?" "Oh, good," I said. Kira lowered her head, and presently I felt her tongue lapping delightfully at my wet slit, and around, and on, my clit. After a little while I said, "Do you like boys better than me?" Kira looked up again. "Rachel, why the third degree? Is there something bothering you?" "No, nothing," I said. "I was just wondering if being fucked by a guy is better than being loved by another woman." Kira looked at me with a funny expression. "Rachel, I think that your mother built a lot of doubt into you, by treating you so horribly. Please don't let it affect your relationship today, please, baby? And to answer your question, guys suck at fucking, okay? I have all the happiness I could ever want with you, believe me. You're the best lover I've ever had." I still wasn't satisfied, but I decided to keep my doubts to myself. I had this nagging feeling that Kira would one day go back to guys, and leave me all alone. I guess that was one of the first indications that this would end up with us both in a very complicated situation. One thing about Kira that at first turned me on, but which also terrified me, and which she didn't show me until recently, was her exhibitionism. At first I thought that the occasions in which she would flash other girls with her hot, young body were completely innocent, but later I began to have doubts. Or maybe I should have known that she might like to show off, with her being a cheerleader....in any case, it became one more thing that piled onto my doubts about Kira and me. One time, Kira and I decided to go to the Diversity Fair, on campus. It was set up at the 'farm' part of campus, at a combined mini-fairgrounds and pasture. It was just basically a carnival with rides and games, but some of the money went to various campus groups that promote diversity. While we were getting dressed to go, Kira had put on a short black leather skirt, and a white cotton top. "Gosh, I didn't know you HAD a skirt like that," I said. "That's really kind of ... hot!" I was just wearing khaki cargo shorts, and a yellow velour tee, and feeling sort of underdressed. "Come here, I'll show you something," Kira said, with a 'come hither' look in her eye. I walked over and put my right hand on her shoulder, as she faced me. "Yes, dear?" I asked, jokingly. Her blue eyes locked onto mine, she said, "Check this out," and took my other hand, her eyes still locked onto mine, and brought it under her skirt to the damp crevice between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties, and my finger quickly slipped inside her wet slit, in and out lightly. "I thought it would be fun to go 'sans panties,' just to see what it would be like," she said. "So far, it's pretty hot, don't you think?" She took my hand in hers again, and brought it up to her face, her warm, wet lips slipping over my forefinger, sucking her cum off my finger as though she were sucking a dick. That certainly got ME hot, and wet! "Yeah," I said, "it sure is! But I'M not going to do that, I don't have the courage." "Well, it's just for a goof," Kira assured me. It was twilight, just the early part of the evening, when we walked out of the dorm, down the hill and past the leafless trees to the big, open grassy field that served as the carnival area, with its few permanent cinder block restroom buildings, . The colorful lights were flashing on the rides, the typical carnival music blaring, the smell of popcorn and cotton candy was so strong it was almost sickening, and I flashed back to a time when my mother had taken me to the carnival in our town in Indiana when I was a small girl, maybe six years old. I had gotten lost there, and wandered around for what seemed like hours, before a police woman had found me, taken me back to the carnival office, and they'd located my mother. I'd always thought that it was my fault, being a typical little girl, I had probably wandered off, attracted by the lights and noise, and no doubt my mother was searching frantically for me. It was only in the light of my adult awareness that I remembered the police woman remarking to a co-worker, "It was the funniest thing. She wasn't at all concerned, and when we told her we had her daughter, she seemed almost ... disappointed." As those memories flashed through my mind, another nail in the coffin of my already overpowering dislike of my mother, I squeezed Kira's hand hard, causing her to yelp. "Ouch, are you okay?" Kira asked. She looked at me uncertainly. "Yeah, it's okay now," I said, smiling as my beautiful present drowned out my ugly past. Kira spotted the most prominent ride, and asked me if I wanted to go on the Ferris Wheel, and I said sure. We stepped up into the gondola, and when we sat down, Kira whispered in my ear, "Wow, it feels REALLY cool without panties," and innocently waggled her legs open and closed a couple of times. There was a blonde teenage girl wearing a short denim skirt and an orchid halter, and she and her boyfriend were standing in front of the Ferris Wheel looking right at us when Kira spread her legs wide. The girl could see right between Kira's legs, and she smiled when Kira flashed her with a nice view of her pink little pussy, but the boy just looked dopey. I shook my head, figuring Kira's little stunt was eventually going to get her in trouble. Kira must have been really horny that night, because as we were getting on another ride, one of those teacup rides that spin around and try to make you sick, and just as I sat down, Kira shoved her hand down the back of my shorts, and for the whole ride, her hand was on my bare ass, her finger diddling my ass hole! The centrifugal force drove my ass onto her finger, and I enjoyed the feeling, but her boldness with all those people around made me nervous. I really blushed when the ride was over and I got up - Kira pulled her finger out of my ass, and sucked on it, in front of everybody, though fortunately nobody else knew where it had been! About a half hour later, after a Mega Soda each, we both had to pee, so we headed over to one of the fairgrounds' restrooms. They were white-painted cinder block, and looked like they'd been built 30 years ago, but at least they were clean, and they smelled clean, or at least didn't smell like old pee. The dopey looking teenage boy from the Ferris Wheel flashing was standing around smoking a cigarette outside the girls' room, I guessed he was waiting for his cute girlfriend. We went in, which was shocking in itself, usually there's a long line, lol. When we got inside, our eyes squinting in the damp darkness, standing at one of the hand sinks drying her hands, was the cute blonde girl, and she looked even cuter up close. She had to have had C cups, sitting up perkily. I had to admit they were tasty looking, and her ass looked great, full and round under her denim skirt, her tanned thighs bare. She boldly went up to Kira as she headed for a stall, and said, "Hi!"smiling at both Kira and me. Just like that, she was coming on to Kira, in front of me, with her boyfriend outside the door, and in a public restroom. I was even more surprised when the girl curled her hand under Kira's skirt, about halfway up her thigh, then walked her fingers up the inside of Kira's thigh, getting closer and closer to Kira's wet honeypot. Kira turned and looked seriously at her full on, I thought she might smack her - instead, Kira spread her legs a little wider, and then smiled at her. Kira said, "C'mon," and gestured to me, and the two of them went into the handicapped stall. I was frozen, torn between jealousy and lust, then I followed the two lissome girls inside. Kira sat down on the toilet seat, and dropped her leather skirt onto her feet, careful to keep it off the floor, and began peeing into the toilet, a long, loud, salty-smelling stream, then gestured to the girl to approach her. Kira looked up at me and said, "It's okay, babe." I didn't really know what to think, I was torn between the prospect of raw sex, and the affection I had for Kira. The attraction of raw sex moved into the lead when the blonde, her back to me and standing no more than six inches in front of Kira, hiked up her short skirt, and pulled down her panties. Her light blue satin panties slipped midway down her thighs. Her smooth, round ass, creamy white and delicious looking, was bare before my eyes, and her pussy just inches away from Kira's face. I could smell the girl's hot, wet musk - she must have been creaming in her panties for some time. Perhaps since Kira had flashed her with a memorable view of her own bare snatch. The girl's ass was really cute, and if I were bolder I might have bent down and licked it, but instead Kira put her hands on waistband of the girl's panties, turning them so that the white inner cotton crotch panel was exposed to Kira's eyes, and then her tongue, as she licked at the sweet female cream the girl had left there. The girl moaned, and ran the fingers of one hand through Kira's luxurious blonde hair. Her other hand was caressing one of her own full, round breasts through the flimsy synthetic fabric of the halter top. Her nipples were poking through, it was clear that they were mouth-wateringly long. And those boobs must have been firm to sit up so high, since she obviously wasn't wearing a bra. Kira then grasped the girl's hips, and pulled her pussy, with its small, trimmed blonde bush, toward her face. It was apparent that she was licking the girl's pussy - I might be naive, but I'm not stupid. The girl's ass was shaking with ecstasy, and I thought to myself, 'it must be jam, 'cause jelly don't shake like that.' She looked as though she came, a couple of times, her hips banging on Kira's face, then the girl smiled, stepped back and turned to me, saying, "It's your turn, honey," in a sweet young girl voice. Kira's face was shiny and wet with the girl's cum, and I could smell the girl's pussy on her face. As though in a trance, I unzipped my shorts, and pulled them, along with my panties, down my legs, and Kira began to service me, too. Kira's tongue is always heavenly, and I gave myself over to the sensations, and soon I too was cumming on Kira's wet face, the girl's cum juice mingling with mine in Kira's lovely mouth. Her tongue snaked in and out of my hole, and I humped myself on her face. I got off on the thought of this anonymous girl and I both creaming our muffs on Kira's hungry tongue and mouth, our lubrication mixing together inside of Kira. I could feel the cute blonde's hand on my bare ass, apparently she wasn't as shy as I am, her finger creeping between my butt cheeks, and finding my moist brown puckered hole. I rotated my ass around, and she slipped her finger inside me, fucking my ass while Kira licked my cunt. I came countless times, then begged them to stop. Finally, we heard a voice whine from outside the building, "Honey, are you EVER coming out?" and we all laughed, then the girl got a rueful look and said, "Geez, I've gotta go! My dumb ass boyfriend may finally realize I'm not with him." Kira blurted out, "Madison Hall, 5th floor, Kira and Rachel," and the girl looked at us thoughtfully, and said, "Thanks. I'm Beverly, Edison Hall, 1st floor. Maybe we can get together again." She looked at me as she said this, not looking at Kira at all, which confused me, but secretly thrilled me too. Beverly left, opening the painted wooden stall door, giving Kira and I a view of a florid-faced fat woman turning to enter the stall, who then stopped in shock when she spotted us. I slammed the door closed, re-latched it and I turned to Kira, still seated on the toilet, her skirt still at her feet. I couldn't help but notice her sweet pink slit, as she had her legs spread wide for me. Kira was grinning, but I was mad, even with the delicious view. "Dammit, Kira, I can't believe you did that! Fucking some stranger, and in front of me!" I felt angry inside, although somewhat hot and bothered. I heard the shrill voice of the fat woman outside the stall yelling "Shit! Shit! Shit! I'm gonna pee my damn pants!" followed by heavy footsteps retreating from our end of the room. "That fat babe can go piss in the sink. Come here, sweety," Kira said, taking my hands. "You know I love you, and only you. It's just fucking with these other girls, it's love with you." Well, I can't stay angry for long with Kira, and so I kissed her, and said, "Okay, but I need some warning if that ever happens again. And I have to pee too." I longed for what happened among the three of us to happen again, as the cum was so intense and pleasurable, but I dreaded it, because it was too dangerous for a girl on scholarship, as well as possibly destructive of our relationship, which even now was evolving and changing. I could end up out of school, and alone, and I feared that more than anything. "Sure, hon," Kira said, then wiped herself, pulled up her skirt and got up to allow me to sit. I did, sitting on the now-warm seat, and letting loose a long stream of pee. While I was peeing, Kira stood in front of me, now lifting her skirt and showing me her beautiful little pussy. Her finger was circling her little button, and slipping in and out her slit, just up to her first knuckle. "Oh baby, please please me, okay?" she said, sweetly. Too sweetly for me to ignore, especially considering how pretty her hot, wet little muff looked to my enthralled eyes, and how nice it smelled. I knew what she wanted, and I wanted it too, so I put my hands under her skirt, on her hips, then moved them back to grasp her round bottom, each hand full of beautiful, hot, girl ass. I pulled her cunt to my mouth, and licked up and down her wet slit, and her hard, pink little clit, smelling her sexy musk along with the leather of the skirt, and the salty taste of her pee, loving every bit of it. I nibbled at her lips along both sides of her opening, and with my hands on her full, round ass, fingered around her puckered pink hole, knowing how much Kira loved to have her ass played with. I simultaneously bit down on her clit with my lips, and slipped two fingers deep inside her hot ass, and Kira bucked as orgasms washed over her sweet body, a small gush of fluid from her pussy, most of which I caught in my mouth, me drinking her cum. Kira's hands on the back of my head beat a staccato beat, as she orgasmed delightfully, and moaned so loudly that I thought she'd have the security people come running. She pressed her cunt harder against my face as she finished her cum. "Oh, Rachel, fuck me with your tongue, baby!" she exclaimed. I finished lapping at her sweet, wet slit, then stood up, my shorts still around my feet. My hand went to Kira's pussy, and hers to mine. We kissed, tasting our own cum on the other's lips, and moaned into each other's mouth, as our fingers slipped in and out of each other's pussy, extending our passion little longer. "That was so good, baby," Kira cooed, and I smiled at her. "I love your touch, Kira," I said, but deep inside I had too many conflicting thoughts to be able to say 'I love you,' and I felt sad. I kissed her sadly, and sweetly. I don't know if Kira noticed my consternation. When we walked out of the stall, I noticed a girl who looked familiar, and remembered she was the redheaded student from the elevator at Madison Hall, who'd been the one who caught us kissing in the elevator. Her name, I thought, was Kim. "Hi," I said shyly, not sure of what she knew, although she'd have to be pretty dumb not to suspect something. Of course, this was college, and colleges are full of dumb people. But anyway, I had a sneaking feeling that she'd show up again, sometime. It didn't take long.

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Getting Clara to play along with everything wasn’t necessarily the hard part; if nothing else, her desire to help people would eventually overpower even her unwillingness to accept her divinity, just as Beth planned... and it being precisely what happened. No, the difficult bit would be for the Rattata and ​literally everyone else​ to break through the years of denial and finally get the Arcanine to embrace her true nature. It wouldn’t be easy, nor would it be fast, but if they put their backs behind it, Beth was sure they could get some progress done. The salon was a good choice to start with; not only did Beth have to expand its interior far more than the building around it should be able to endure, but it also provided the best excuse for people to dote on her, even if every inch of her body was already as perfect as it could be, regardless of anything she might do. Despite the gallons of syrup that had flown everywhere during breakfast, not a single stain besmirched any part of her fur; despite the heat outside, and the beads of sweat that would occasionally crop up, she remained immaculately clean and smelling faintly of lavender, for whatever reason. But the whole point of the salon wasn’t to make her even better than she was, as such a task would be impossible; no, the purpose of it was to have someone else other than Beth who could push Clara in just the right direction to start cutting loose for a bit. Of course, “regular” people could only go so far… individually. A single person might be unable to do much beyond make Clara blush, but throw fifty into the mix and suddenly it becomes hard to ignore how ​good​ it felt to let the worship sink in. Even after they all succumbed to the unimaginable amounts of comfort provided by the Arcanine’s floof, either descending into a mindless haze or just falling asleep completely, Clara couldn’t help but hear them: their thoughts, their desires… their prayers? It was uncomfortable to think about, seeing as she absolutely didn’t create anything to be worthy of being prayed to, but there they were, scratching at the back of their head, impossible to ignore. That crowd all around her was slowly descending into outright worship, calling her by all sorts of names and honorifics that would, in any other situation, make the Arcanine take off for the nearest hiding spot and do her best to pretend she didn’t exist. But that wasn’t a normal situation. Far from it, in fact. At some point, Clara had convinced herself that this was inevitable. That she wouldn’t be able to run from it anymore. To a certain degree, such a realization ​itself​ would have to happen sooner or later; the Arcanine vividly remembered a time when she was merely eight feet tall and didn’t have breasts that completely covered her body. Not just that, but she recalled with perfect precision the exact moments when she grew out, all of them a result of her letting her guard down and actually accepting a compliment thrown her way; it always ended up in a small part of her true self shining through, imposing itself onto reality as her conscious effort to keep it hidden eroded, or even just faltered for half a moment. But that was just it: her ​true​ self. She wasn’t just growing from nothing, gaining mass and weight from kind words and polite gestures. The Arcanine had always known about her real nature, being painfully aware of what the essence of her existence was. That was why she put so much effort into avoiding praise; it was her one weakness, the one thing that could make everything fall apart. But the more that crowd of salon workers called out for her, either mentally or audibly, the more her body reacted to it by growing in every direction, the more Clara began to understand that she had it all wrong. It was just as she had just realized: people ​wanted​ to see the true her. They didn’t ​care​ about anything else, so long as she was there to guide them through it. Come hell or high water, they’d stick with her… or ​on​ her, as the case may be. In the time it took for her to think all of this, it became clear that the salon wouldn’t be able to hold her for much longer, and she had another goddess-in-the-making next to her, writhing and moaning like the self-indulgent growthslut she was; she flexed and strained herself for the sake of packing on even more musculature onto her already gigantic frame, already big enough to need plenty of spatial warping to prevent bursting out of the building. Clara chuckled to herself as she saw Beth’s body swell disproportionally, individual bits of it racing ahead or lagging behind, only for the whole thing to even out every few seconds whenever the Rattata’s mind managed to break through the impossibly powerful surge of pleasure it was being assaulted by. It was cute, in a way; if the two were still back at the Arcanine’s house, Clara would be panicking at how big the Rattata was getting, enough to try and stop her growth spurt entirely. But in there, in the salon that she was more than able to just keep expanding for as long as required, it didn’t really matter if Beth’s size soared to such heights that no house on the planet would be able to contain her, if her biceps alone were so massive that the giantess could probably bench press an aircraft carrier without realizing that she was holding onto anything. It was adorable, because the poor thing honestly thought that made her big. And sure, she was… ​large​, Clara couldn’t deny it. But much like in their day-to-day life, Clara always had to hide that tiny little sliver of pity she felt for her friend, who would never know what it would be like to experience… herself. Beth’s body was little more than growth and muscle incarnate, and yet without even trying, Clara had completely eclipsed her. All the Arcanine had to do was just accept the fact that the people hiding somewhere in the vast forests of her fur were genuinely in love with her, and everything else fell into place. Every second, she dwarfed cities; even if the rest of her assets remained proportional to her overall size, she would still be able to cast a shadow across her entire state, and by the time that thought was formulated, she’d have to make that ​two​ states. But, and she thanked her lucky stars for it, she had never been proportional, and as a result, her “body” was the most insignificant part of her. By that point, her tail alone could probably circle the entire country a couple of times, so fuzzy and fluffy that one could literally get lost in it for years if they somehow managed to break through the overwhelming desire to just lie down and sleep among the floof for all of eternity, a task that would be more than easy to accomplish with Clara’s power keeping them well-nourished and alive for as long as they wanted. To an uninformed observer, her paws had grown to the point where she couldn’t walk; to do so would be to invite earthquakes, each of her soft pads more than capable of carving out vast craters reaching down to the upper mantle; but this was Clara they were looking at, and even though a single step would scratch the planet to such a point that it could be seen from orbit, the Arcanine would be perfectly capable of moving around as lightly as a feather. But… how could she use those pawbs to walk when she had so many people burying themselves into their softness? Poor thing was so caught up by her growth that she didn’t even see the crowds of tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands pouring into the salon she kept expanding to compensate for her new body. Her willpower had allowed them to rush to her in record time, no need for transportation or arrangements; all across the globe, anyone could simply open their front door and find themselves inside the continent-sized salon, ready to find a spot on the Arcanine’s body where they could settle and experience true, never-ending bliss. And as they kept coming, she just kept growing; even Beth was looking positively tiny, nothing but her own growth rate to keep her busy while the exponential stack of worship kept feeding the raging inferno that was Clara’s very existence. Her face was alight with flame, and not just because of the intense blush either; every exhale brought with it a whiff of fire, embers flying out from her inner power bursting through the seams. It was getting harder to breathe as well, what with her bust having burgeoned to such an incomprehensibly vast size that a single nipple would be able to block out the sun across most of Europe, and the quantity of milk she produced in a single instant would be enough to replace all the water on the planet. And with each passing second, they would simply grow bigger and more productive. With each person, they would grow more powerful. She wanted it to stop, but couldn’t make it. Did she want it to stop? Would​ she be willing to make it stop, even if she could? Doubtful. The number of people inside the salon quickly rose to the millions, rolling over to the tens and hundreds before either Clara or Beth could do anything to stop it (not that they would have wanted to, but still). Even the Arcanine’s ability to stretch the room started to break down, only able to distort reality to a certain point before it became far too dangerous to continue, as it threatened to destabilize everything around it, potentially endangering all of the little ones clinging to her. It was at that point that Clara came to realize that she couldn’t even see them properly; she could ​feel​ them, of course, snuggling into her fluff and finding places to rest amidst the vast landscapes of her form, but she had grown so much that trying to pick out a single person was impossible. They were simply too tiny. It was this realization that finally broke the proverbial camel’s back. Up until then, Clara had been happy simply basking in the worship, in the adoration and adulation, without worrying all that hard about what it was doing to her. Even when she was producing enough sweet nectar to overflow the world’s oceans, even when those milktanks had grown large enough to ​overshadow said oceans, it didn’t register; how could it, when it presented such a wonderful opportunity to put those continent-flattening paws to good work? Though it took some gymnastics due to the increasingly small amount of room she had, the Arcanine goddess scrunched up her legs and placed her soft pawbs underneath her colossal bosom, lifting it up and letting her powerful legs play around with its weight; the sound was ​impossibly​ loud, enough to put even the most colossal of history’s storms to shame, the amount of fluid sloshing about being enough to make even a gas giant’s liquid core look insignificantly miniscule. But, as always, she didn’t do it for herself; rather, it was for the tens of millions of little ones taking refuge on her heavenly pads, who were given the unbelievably overwhelming honor of being smushed in between their goddesses’ feet and breasts. Some of them were overcome with such rapturous pleasure that their minds threatened to break from the strain, but Clara made sure to sooth them, reaching out with a fraction of her all-consuming love and reducing the impact of such a wondrous experience to the point where it was ​merely​ good enough to knock them into an hours-long climax. So caught up in this planetary hurricane of indulgence was she that Clara didn’t even notice when her constant stretching of the salon finally gave in, and both her and Beth burst out from its interior. In a split-second, the city outside vanished, replaced by the blur of passing landscape and the darkening sky approaching at breakneck speed. At the end of that moment, they were no longer bound to their former planet, their old home, instead having ascended to their proper station: both of them had been forced to deal with the room’s warped perception for so long (comparatively) that finally being able to appreciate their true scale nearly caused them to faint! Beth alone was as big as the planet was, and as she kept on flexing, such a means of comparison rapidly became obsolete. Once the two made sure that every last sentient being was safe somewhere on the Arcanine’s form, the Rattata took the Earth with both arms, using it to bolster her already infinitely-enhanced growth by compressing it into tinier and tinier sizes, until all that was left was a snack fit for her to chew on once and devour. Beth was happy to have something to do, because even her growth-addled brain recognized that she would in no way be able to compete with her friend. The Rattata had burst out of the salon bigger than the planet itself, but the Arcanine was already so incomprehensibly massive by that point, that all Beth could see was the tip of one of her nipples, taking up most of everything she could see, her friend’s body extending for light-years in every direction and only growing faster now that it had room to do so. That teensy fraction of her wasn’t even in full flow; Beth knew for a fact that Clara had to be holding herself in, because each droplet it produced was merely the size of the Sun. But perhaps… … perhaps she wasn’t holding back, at least not in the same way as before. After all, she had embraced an infinitesimal amount of her divinity, so why would she anymore? It didn’t quite “click” in Beth’s mind ​why​ she was positioned thewhere she was until a stellar-sized drop of milk came crashing into her, and the Rattata, having already grown large enough that she could drink it up as a mouthful, gladly took it in. What followed were hours, potentially even days of her succumbing to the flavour, enjoying an orgasm of such immense power and intensity that her throat would’ve gone hoarse from all the noise were it not nourished and kept perfectly healthy by the very milk itself. Not only that, but it had clearly been Clara’s intention for her to drink of her manna, as the Rattata found herself being just large enough to make some sense of her friend’s body, and growing so quickly that she managed to keep up with the Arcanine’s own ascension. Galaxies were nothing to them, to either of them; even Beth saw them passing by, mere bumps on the road for the two goddesses. The Rattata marvelled at finally being able to see her friend again (at least, after coming down from the milk high), but barely had a second to get a gasp out before Clara lifted a finger and instructed her to shut up; she had something to show her! “Look who I found!” her voice rang out inside of her head, the pupper no longer needing to open her mouth to ‘speak’. With a single wave, Clara materialized a series of figures around Beth, all of them strangely familiar, “Saw them circling around once we broke the light barrier, so I thought I’d bring them along!” Though the figures all seemed to be talking, or at least trying to, none of their words reached Beth’s ears or mind. The Rattata had to squint to be able to pick one of them up, bringing them closer to her eyes for a more proper inspection. Who she saw would’ve shocked her, if not for the fact that it was completely irrelevant by that point: Arceus, squirming under her grasp, so tiny that Beth could hold them between two fingers and still need to exercise caution so as to not squish them. The rest of those figures were equally divine in nature, and yet so utterly insignificant that the Rattata could feel her friend having to power them up just so they could match their own universe-shattering growth. “And, look who I found as well~!” Clara snapped her fingers, in the process utterly obliterating a few galactic clusters, and a new figure burst into being right next to Beth. They were still far smaller than her, but still significantly larger than any of those so-called “gods”; enough that the Rattata could tell perfectly well who it was. Squealing in delight at the sudden present, Beth swooped down to grab the cute Meowth waiter that had served their breakfast what felt like an eternity ago. He was exactly the way she had left him after the impromptu milk infusion, except of course scaled up to meet the Rattata’s needs and demands. Poor guy was struggling to even remain conscious, his mind beset by such vast quantities of endorphins from… well, ​everything​, that he could barely make sense of what was happening. To him, it was just an endless, perfect dream, and it took Beth’s own considerable power to bring them back to reality, via the application of a smooch to their entire body. It certainly worked well enough to snap him back into his senses… right before he saw who had kissed him, at which point he completely failed to maintain his composure and just fell into a pleasure-driven funk immediately after, a perpetual climax of truly cosmic proportions. “Thanks, Clara, I love him~” was the Rattata’s response, keeping the cute waiter hidden in the safety of her neckbulk, “so what now? Where do we even go?” As if to answer her, their surroundings began to brighten up, a stark contrast to the deep blackness of space that had insulated them for… however long they had been bursting through the seams of existence itself. It wouldn’t take long before the pale glow turned into a bright light, and everything around them faded into a perfect, immaculately white background. In the vast space between Clara’s muzzle and Beth’s entire body, they could see a tiny dot, a black point that grew tinier by the moment. “That used to be us,” Clara said, looking dreamily at their former universe, “now look up.” Beth did as instructed, and what she saw finally left her speechless. There, in that perfect white void, was an infinity of black dots, of universes for the two to reach out to and ascend towards, entire realities filled with little ones to bring on their journey. Even at her immense size and development, the Rattata failed to count their full number, known only to her Arcanine friend. Clara smiled. She had finally begun her work.

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Title: Scars by Ara Elkins Tags: Blood, Bondage, F/F, M/F, Master/Slave, S&M, Torture (moderate), genetic engineering Smooth walked through the corridors of Master's palace. The long, chitin spur coming from its calves and the little chitin points that are the entirety of its dainty feet clicked on the broad expanses of green marble that made up Master's Grand Causeway. Smooth was created with no actual sex or gender, but secretly thought of herself as female. Despite her purpose, she liked to imagine that she was elegant, graceful. How could Master create something that wasn't beautiful? She glanced sideways as she walked past the huge marble columns, green, reflective, with gleaming golden capitals. Her skin was a soothing sky blue, stretched and strange on the columns' curved surfaces. She held her long arms demurely in front of her as she walked, the short, wickedly curved claws and long, thin spiny whips she had instead of hands glinted in the light from the golden basket torches suspended overhead. Her eyelids only opened slightly, long, thin slits like a mask, but her eyes were large and deep, abyssal black. Her nostrils were long, curving slices in her noseless face, and they opened and closed with a slow, steady rhythm. the line of her lipless mouth did not smile, but remained calm and neutral. She glanced down at her reflection in the floor, not twisted like the columns and looked at her nude body. She was muscular but slender and feminine, with a small waist, narrow shoulders and wide hips. She had obvious pectoral muscles but no nipples or breasts, and her groin was a featureless plane. Beautiful. Behind the columns, layer on layer of green and blue silks moved gently in the breeze. This hallway had always reminded Smooth of the ocean. The ocean was like magic to her - a fairy world. She had never seen it, of course. Her entire existence was confined by the walls of Master's palace, but she learned about the ocean. She imagined all the strong, graceful creatures swimming through rippling tides and bright sea-foam. She turned sharply to the right and continued, enjoying the feeling of the silk sliding over her perfect, unblemished skin. She imagined the ocean like that - one long, continuous feeling of silk on flesh, and wished the feeling would linger as she walked through the archway hidden behind it. The hallway was long, but narrow and claustrophobic after the wide avenue of the Grand Causeway. The walls curved upward slightly, meeting in a sharply peaked roof. The walls themselves were still made of green marble, but the floor was shiny polished tiles of gray slate, reflecting the dim light from the small alcoves set between the heavy wooden doors. Strangled cries echoed down the hall from behind those doors, and Smooth could smell iron, oiled leather, and blood. Smooth took her time walking slowly down the hallway to the appropriate door. Her stride became demure, her steps hesitant, although no emotion showed on her cold, impassive face. She took a deep breath, listening to the panting breaths coming from the other side. Despite the fluttering in her stomach, she slowly pressed her mass of claws against rough wood. This, this, she could do. Because Master had made her. The victim was bound by thick leather straps on a huge metal "X" at the back of the square, gray room. She was nude and muzzled, thin, with small, perky breasts and short, silver fur. A metal ring at the back of the brown leather muzzle fixed her head against the back of the "X" and her ears were folded flat against her head. Her paws and tail faded from silver to black, and her blue eyes were wide with what Smooth assumed was fear. The captive's tail was likewise bound by a thong and chain set into the floor between her feet, but it curled up in a vain attempt to cover her body. Smooth slammed the door behind her with a flick of her powerful arm, approached with long, confident strides, her feet clicking sharply on the dull stone floor. Smooth knew what was expected of her and showed her small, pointed teeth as she placed her claws against either side of the victim's face. The whips set centrally on each hand writhed over the face and ears of the helpless captive. Smooth heard the victim's heavy breathing and felt pity for her, but this is what was required. She drew her claws slowly down her captive's face gently, not drawing blood. The victim moaned low in her throat. Smooth continued to draw her claws down the victim's body, gradually increasing the pressure as they moved across the victim's neck and throat, across her breasts, over the bones of her ribs, into the meat of her backside and calves. She stepped quickly back, hearing the creature moan as her fur began to mat and darken in eight symmetrical lines of blood. Smooth took two wide steps back, her chitinous feet clicking against the stone, before swinging her left arm swiftly down in a vicious arc. When she drew her arm back, it spattered dark blood in a thin arc across the floor. She lifted her arm again, then the other. This was mechanical to her, what her body was designed to do, but not needing to think, acting from muscle memory only allowed her to focus on the cries of her victim as the whips slashed repeatedly against her poor, thin body. Drool leaked from the corners of the victim's mask as she thrashed against her bonds, wriggling and squirming as she was licked by Smooth's lashes. Blood and drool soaked into the victim's fur and the assault continued as she shuddered and screamed through her muzzle, thrusting into the air. Sweat began to bead on Smooth's chest and back as she danced around the victim, using her considerable strength as the lacerating whips continued to kiss pelt and skin. More drops of blood blossomed against the captive's hide and splashed in tiny rosettes against Smooth's skin as she flicked the whips back and forth. Sweat and pain and flesh continued to dance until the captive's eyes rolled back in her head and her entire body tensed and thrashed with a long, drawn out cry barely muffled by her muzzle. As her bodily fluids spattered against the stone, Smooth stopped, panting. She had been taught that this marked the end of her hapless victim's torment. Smooth hurt silently for her poor captive. She licked the blood from her claws with her pointed, purple tongue as the captive sighed panting against her bonds. There was something haunting in the creature's yellow eyes, some strange, sympathetic quality that greatly disturbed Smooth. She turned toward the door and hesitated. As much as she dreaded her next task, she could feel that strange gaze boring into her... She pushed the wooden door open slowly and walked once again down the green marble corridor. She continued past other identical doors, past the pants and screams of other hapless victims like the one she had serviced. There, at the end, was the door she wished would not open. It was wide, brass, and took up the width of the corridor. At the barest touch it swung outward, revealing the chirps of songbirds and bright streamers of sunlight from the garden. Smooth stepped carefully, demurely into the light, grimacing at the sight of Master. There was a green marble pedestal set centrally in the small, walled garden. The Master knelt on its smooth, worn surface wearing only a black loincloth. His arms and ankles were chained to a heavy gold ring set into the surface of the block. Just looking at him hurt Smooth. His muscular body was a mass of wounds and scars. They crisscrossed and ran in jagged lines, angry red, pale white, purple burns. Fresh, pink welts and scabs twisted among them. Even his face was scarred, his lip pulled away from his teeth in a perpetual snarl. She could not understand what horrible penance he was paying, or why she must be the one to deliver it. "Sweet Smooth. I see your last client must have really enjoyed herself; I've been waiting for a while now." He grinned and ran his tongue along his incisors. It was so kind of him to put on a strong face for her. "Start slow now, with the claws." His smile widened as she her tiny pointed feet danced across the little walkway. As she began to work his groans and howls accompanied the warm rivulets of blood washing down across the stone and grass. He screamed for her to hurt him more, harder, stronger, while he struggled against the chain. He never pulled away, always into her slices, against her body. Her delicate scratches and deeper wounds stained the skin of her face and arms brown with blood. She was afraid, terrified of the sight of his exposed flesh and was thankful when eventually he collapsed panting against the stone. It was so awful, but she knew that she must always be obedient, always silent. She stood staring down at those awful scars and dreadful wounds. Scars that she had caused. Wounds that she had made. He cared for her. He gave her life. He looked up at her, even in his pain and exhaustion he smiled. Master was so kind to spare her feelings, even after something so horrible. "What is wrong, Smooth?" Master said, panting. She almost wept as she spoke, but he'd asked her, and she just couldn't hold it in, "Oh Master! There is nothing good about what I do! To cause pain, to injure those poor people, I can accept this as the price for my life of comfort. I would do anything required, because I know I must, but Master, hurting those innocents does not wound me as deeply as laying my claws on your poor, beaten body! How can I bear to raise these weapons against you when you have given me so much?" she held her arms in front of her, tears streaking her bloodstained face. She was utterly shocked when Master began to laugh, rocking back and forth on the stone, only his chains keeping him from falling on his face into the grass. "Really? Seriously Smooth?" he managed to gasp. "I don't understand, Master." She said, looking confused and worried. "You really don't get it. Everyone here is paying me large sums of money to be here. Its..." he saw the completely uncomprehending look on her face. "Oh, look do you want to be a cook or something?" Smooth tried to dry her eyes, but only managed to streak blood across her face. A cook? She stood there confused. "I can't stop thinking about how I've injured your delicate body and left horrid marks on it. It makes me cry at night." The Master shrugged as best he was able and looked at Smooth with sympathy. "Don't worry, Smooth. It's OK. I won't make you do it anymore." She grinned her vicious, razor grin and leapt onto the block, awkwardly embracing him while trying to avoid his mutilated flesh. Master just sighed, Smooth couldn't quite hear what he said, a sad sigh that sounded like "Always the good ones."

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Title: Royal Guardian Chapter 2: The Kingdom of Eldin? by G-man2014 Tags: Highschool, Human, Lucario, Magic, Mild Language, Story Progression, Violence **Well here's chapter 2, I finally had time to work on it thank God, if you haven't read the first chapter then go back and read it, if you have then let's get on with the story...** **Legal things: I own all the rights to my original characters which include, Jared, Kody, Katey, Kaelyn, Dawn and more to come in later chapters, I do not own pokemon so any pokemon characters I use belong to their rightful owners** **Chapter 2** --- I walked into my house to hear my mom screaming, "Jared?! What happened, who hurt you?" I raised an eyebrow knowing that I had received no injuries from Katey but I remembered all the blood on my shirt. "No mom I'm not injured, Kody is and he needs your help now." I set him down as my mom looked at the three claws sticking out of his chest, she was shocked by this but even more shocked when she saw the pendant. Did she somehow know Kody? I pushed the thought out of my mind as my mom said, "Jared, grab a bucket of hot and cold water, my first aid kit, my purse and three wash cloths. NOW!!!" I ran to grab the stuff my mom told me to get as Kody started to wake up. --- **Kody's POV** --- I woke up exhausted and with serious pain in the right side of my chest, "W-Where am I?" I tried to sit up but a woman gently pushed me back down, "Don't move, we need to get those claws out of you. Jared hurry up!!!!!" He screamed back at her, "I'm trying!!!" I looked back at the woman and said, "Dawn?" she nodded as Jared came back with some medical stuff, "Here bite this?" She handed me a hard leather wallet, "Uhhh... why?" "Because we don't have anything to put you under with and this is going to hurt like hell." I gave her a weird look and bit the leather wallet as she got a grip on the claws, "Ready?" I gave her a less than confident nod and closed my eyes bracing myself, "Okay I'm ready." She started pulling the claws out and I screamed out in pain, I arched my back and tried to make her stop, "Jared hold him down!!!" Jared got on top of me pinning my arms and legs down. All I could do was bite down hard on the leather, but that only distracted me from the pain. When she got the claws halfway out the pain became too much for me and I passed out. I woke up to find myself on a soft bed in an unknown room, I tried to sit up but I felt a sharp pain in my chest that made me stop. I looked at my chest and saw that I was wrapped in gauze and bandages. "I'm okay?" "Yeah, my mom said I made it in time, she told me if I was any later there wouldn't have been enough time to get the claws out and you would have bled to death." I looked up to see Jared leaning up against the door frame with my pendant in his hand. I looked back at myself again to see I was a lucario, he walked over to the bed and said, "Alright, I want some answers. Why the hell was I almost killed? Why is everyone calling me king? Who and what are you, and how do you know my mom's name?" I sat up, rubbed my eyes and said, "The first and second question are tied, you're the descendent of the great king Bowen, and Katey was one Gerudo's assassins sent to kill you so you couldn't take the throne that is rightfully yours. As for who I am, I'm your guardian as you already know, I was sent to protect you after we finally found you, after word got out that Katey was sent to kill you, I came over as fast as I could but we hadn't known she had been there for two years already and that you were her boyfriend. As to what I am, I'm a lucario and that pendant you're holding is what helps me change back to my human form, and your final question that Dawn is your caretaker not your mother, I met her when I was still a pup and she helped take care of me." He had this shocked look on his face, I could tell he was shattered as he said, "W-What do you mean, of coarse she's my mom." I shook my head, "No she isn't. You were given to her before your real parents were killed." He sat down on the bed side with this devastated look, "I'm really confused here," he held his head, "Dawn isn't my real mom, and my real parents were killed?" I sighed, "Yeah but to clear things up I'll start from the beginning. Like I said you are the last descendant of King Bowen, he is king of Eldin. He ruled the kingdom with his brother, Gerudo, but he was always second in command and was always jealous of Bowen. Until one day Bowen came down with a fatal illness, then Gerudo took charge. All the residents and followers of the king had high hopes for Gerudo. But... we had no idea of his evil intentions. He ruled as a dictator and went to war with the neighboring lands for control and power." I sighed and continued, "He was a cruel king and the kingdom was soon over run by darkness and Gerudo was the cause of it. All hope was lost until word got out that Bowen had a son who was married. Word got to Gerudo about it and he felt his son could be a threat if they ever tried to take back the kingdom so he sent assassins to kill them. I was just a newborn pup when all this was happening so I don't know anything except for what my mother told me. She told me that the son's wife had a newborn son but they had to give him to the caretaker, Dawn, she used to be my caretaker until you were born. After she accepted the task, Bowen's son and daughter in law ran off but... Gerudo's assassins got to them and they were immediately disposed of. Then fifteen years later I became guardian, and was sent to find you, and the rest you already know." He shook his head, "That's not my problem, and you've got the wrong guy." I blinked and said, "Jared, your kingdoms falling apart.", "I SAID NO!!! I'm not destined to be king or anything. I'm just an ordinary teenager." I sighed and answered in a neutral tone, "Could an ordinary teenager create a ball of pure light or a destructive magic fire ball?" He looked at me surprised, "How did you know?" I grinned and said, "I can read aura, I may have been unconscious but my senses still worked. I sensed powerful magic from you and a few seconds later, Katey's aura disappeared. So you're not ordinary in the least Jared." --- **Jared's POV** --- He's right I guess that was magic but... does that mean I really could be king? "Okay I guess I'll believe you." Kody's tail started to wag as he sat beside me, "Great so you'll save Eldin?", "Slow down Kody, I didn't say that. I said I believe you and even if I wanted to I couldn't, I don't know how I used magic or how to fight." "I can teach you how to fight and how to use aura, but magic we'll need to find someone else for." I nodded as he stood up and took his pendent back, "So where are my clothes?" I looked back at him and said, "They were ripped beyond repair and covered in blood but don't worry, we have some clothes that will fit you." He raised an eyebrow, "This isn't some kind of joke is it?" I laughed saying, "No, but they're a little different from your old ones, and I have one more question. Let's say I say yes to save Eldin, then how would we get there?" He rubbed the back of his neck saying, "Well, we were supposed to get called back when I found you but I don't know what's going on." "Called back? You mean we can't fly there or anything." He chuckled and shook his head, "Not that simple, it's kind of in an alternate dimension, but I don't expect you to understand." I opened my mouth to ask another question about it but I decided not to, "So what, do we wait until we get called back?" He stretched and yawned loudly, "I guess so but if we weren't called back already then something must have happened, we might have to wait a few days. So we just go along with our normal routines, including school." I groaned and said, "But school sucks, and there's not much for you there anyways." He shrugged and answered, "There's you and who else is going to watch over you and keep you out of trouble?" We both chuckled at that, "I guess no one, and you better turn human before my little sister s..." I was interrupted by a loud shriek, "Too late.", "Aww he's so cute." A five year old girl wearing a purple dress walked in, "Cute? I'm not cute." She smiled and walked over to Kody, "Of course you are, you're just like a puppy." She grabbed his ear and pulled him down so he was on the floor, he yelped when she pulled his ear and he started growling, "I'm not cute girlie, I'm a highly trained fighter and," She started scratching behind his ear and he calmed down. "Ahh that feels soooo good." His tail started wagging as she said, "See, you are cute.", "Careful Kody, you're a highly trained fighter remember?" I told him in a mocking tone, "Ah screw that, she can call me cute as much as she wants, as long as she keeps doing this." I laughed and said, "Okay Kaelyn, he's had enough, and he's not your dog." She made a pouty face and stopped scratching Kody's ear, "Can't I play with him some more?", "No, now leave Kaelyn." She walked out of the room hanging her head as Kody got to his feet, "Thanks, I don't know what I would have promised her if she kept that up." We looked at each other and burst out laughing at how funny that could have been. Kody calmed down a little, "Well I should get going, I don't want to suffocate you or anything if I'm around you this much." He headed downstairs and was almost out the door when I stopped him, "Wait. Do you have a place to stay?" He stopped in midstep and answered, "Not really but I'm sure I'll find a place.", "Well you're more than welcome to stay here if you want." His ears perked up, "Really?", "Sure, I don't see why not. My mom knows you're my guardian and Kaelyn seems to like you. Besides you're not well enough to leave anyways." He walked back in smiling, "Thanks Jared." I shrugged it off saying, "No problem bro, I'd get into too much trouble without my guardian anyways." We both laughed as I showed him the guest room, "This is where you're staying, sorry it's not much but at least there's a bed and there's your new clothes." I pointed to a pair of jeans, a blue button shirt and a white t-shirt folded on the bed, "Hmm... not bad." He looked at the clock and continued, "We better get to bed, night Jared and umm... thanks for saving my life and everything." I smiled at him, "No prob, you did the same for me." I walked into my room, changed into more comfortable clothes, and crawled into bed. I fell asleep faster than I thought I would, I must have been more tired than I thought. I opened my eyes to find that I was in a castle that was in ruin, walls were cracked and crumbling, there were plants and vines growing on and up the few remaining pillars and walls and there was a throne on the other side of the room. A man was sitting in it, he stood up and started walking towards me, "Hello Jared." His voice was dark and cold, "H-How do you know my name?" The man laughed and his body became covered in pure darkness, "I'm surprised you don't know your great uncle Gerudo." My eyes grew wide in fear as he came closer, "Y-You're Gerudo? No, stay away from me, I could never be related to someone as evil as you." I backed away and tried to run but he snapped his fingers and I was suddenly binded by heavy chains, "You'll fail boy, you're not fit to be king." My fear was replaced by anger that came out of nowhere, "Oh, like you are? You're destroying Eldin and ruling it with darkness. Besides, I have Kody to help me stop you." He laughed at me mockingly, "You mean that weak guardian? You and him are powerless against me. I'm the most powerful being to exist, you don't even know how to use magic or fight." I glared at him and clenched my fists, "He's not weak, and I'll learn, I'll become stronger than you and kick your sorry ass." He no longer looked amused as he stood face to face with me but I held my ground, "Big talk for such a young boy." I glared at him and shot back, "Oh you want me to back it up? I would if you got these damn chains off me." He chuckled, "Why would I do that? You've got courage kid, I like that and I must say I'm impressed but maybe I should just end that courage right now." He summoned a sword and drew it back, all that courage that was in me just left as fast as it came in, '*No, this is Katey all over again, but Kody isn't here this time.*' "Such a shame to waist someone with as much potential power as yourself, but I must kill you now. Goodbye boy." He thrust his sword as I screamed, "NOOOOO!!!!!" --- **Well thats the end of chapter 2 and I don't know when the next chapter will be up, I'm going through a shit ton of stuff that I'm not handling so well, so it might be awhile before I can get chapter 3 up. 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Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping, bike pump, jealousy, plump Text: Courtney was a very proud woman, accustomed to being the best at everything - in her own mind, if nowhere else. Hefty now, she had been thin as a rail until she'd met Gordon. Although she'd been waiflike when he had hired her as his personal secretary, that soon changed. Gordon appreciated larger ladies, and over the course of a year he had enthusiastically encouraged her to become rather big. In time, she found that she preferred being pampered and growing to working, so she quit. As her weight steadily ballooned she had reveled in her newfound girth. That is, until the day Gordon returned from work, ecstatic about his new secretary, Louella. "And what is so special about this Louella?" Courtney sneered. "What has she got that I haven't?" Patience, tact, courtesy, and appreciation, for starters, Gordon thought to himself, but he just smiled, and poked Courtney's prominent belly. His finger sank deeply into the soft fat, and he simply replied, "Courtney, dear, she's far bigger than you. In fact, she dwarfs you by comparison." Courtney sniffed. "WELL, we shall simply have to do something about that, won't we?" She headed toward the refrigerator, but Gordon stepped in front of her. "I'm afraid you won't find enough in there to make much of a difference," he said. Courtney's nose wrinkled in annoyance. "Surely she can't be THAT big...what do you suggest, then?" "I have an idea that would work," Gordon grinned. "Wait here." When Gordon returned, he had a bicycle pump. Courtney looked at him skeptically. Gordon merely winked at her, and, reaching around her, pulled her close. "My dear, you are going to be magnificent. Trust me." As he hugged her, he slipped the hose beneath her waistband and quickly inserted the nozzle. "And here you go!" Gordon took the pump's handle, raised it, and slowly lowered the plunger. There was a long hiss, and Courtney's expensive pants grew snug as she felt a rush of air moving inside her, pushing out her stomach. Gordon did this several more times, elated to see how his fiancee was growing. Courtney was thrilled as well, not only by her new size, but by the sensation of pressure building inside her. She ran her hands along her bulging sides, obviously enjoying her inflation. "Am I as big as she is now?" "I'm afraid not," Gordon answered. "She's much bigger than you." "Not for long! Keep pumping," Courtney demanded. Gordon continued to pump diligently, and Courtney swelled accordingly, becoming fuller and rounder. Her shirt buttons snapped off one by one with the strain, and when the zipper split, her belly gaily bounced out of her pants. Gordon smiled broadly. "Well? Am I bigger now?" "Not yet...you're much bigger than before, but still far smaller than she is." "Then keep going! I'll show her what BIG is!" Gordon was only too happy to comply. He pumped and pumped, and Courtney's belly blossomed, her folds gradually filling and smoothing out until she resembled an enormous pink balloon. There was a ripping sound as the seams burst on her elegant slacks, allowing her bloated form to swell up even further. Her thighs were widening, and slowly being engulfed by her gargantuan stomach. Her plumping breasts devastated what remained of her shirt, and soon became absorbed by the growing sphere of her body. Courtney smirked. "There. Surely she can't be THIS big. I've done it at last." "If only you had," sighed Gordon, gently patting her bulk, which made a hollow thumping noise. "Will you give up now?" Courtney was seething. "Keep pumping, Gordon!" she fumed. "I will tell you when you should stop!" She gritted her teeth as the pressure grew and grew, stretching her skin until it was shiny and thin as paper. The rhythmic hissing as Gordon pumped became almost hypnotic, as the pressure built until Courtney was in a state of euphoria. She felt oddly lightheaded, and there was a roaring in her ears. Her cheeks became rosy as her face reddened, and she was oblivious to the stretchmarks covering her entire body. Still the pumping continued. She was now almost completely round. Her arms and legs had disappeared, with only puffy fingers and toes jutting out from her billowing orb. Her face widened, then flattened against her overinflated belly. She was overwhelmed with pleasure. The hissing had stopped, and Gordon was admiring his masterpiece. Courtney nearly filled the room. Her skin had become transparent, and her belly was visibly pulsating, desperately trying to keep all of the air inside her. He pressed her belly with his finger. There was no give at all. "Courtney, my sweet, one more pump, and you'll be bigger than Louella. Are you ready?" Courtney was too dazed and far too bloated to respond. It was much too warm, the room was rocking, and lights were flashing in front of her eyes. She only knew that she needed more, and that was the most - no, the ONLY - important thing in the world. Gordon slowly raised the handle, paused, then quickly forced the plunger down. A wave of giddiness washed over her, and her eyes widened as her navel suddenly popped out. She was vaguely aware of a long, endless hiss as the roaring in her ears became an excruciating, deafening BOOM! Louella, who had been waiting outside in the car, rushed into the room after she heard the explosion. "Gordon, are you all right? What happened?!" Gordon picked himself up off the floor, and removed pieces of something rubbery from his clothes. "I'm sorry I startled you, dear. An overinflated old mattress burst. I'll find a new one after dinner." He put his arm around Louella's tiny waist, anticipating how he would inspire her to lose that waspish figure, just as he had done with Courtney. Gordon flashed a winning smile at his new fiancee. He hadn't known her long, but she was growing on him already.

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Title: I Wish I Could Quit You by Gruffy Tags: Character Development, Cougar, Gay, Leopard, Lion, M/M, Mare, Muscles, Plot Development, Story Progression, Story Series --- --- --- Hehhey, and welcome to the Hockey Hunk! We're back in business as usual, and the story shall go on - so sit back, relax, enjoy, and humor me with a comment or two, when you're done - all feedback Is always appreciated! And if you gang up on me, perhaps I'll do something nice for WEDNESDAY! :P Also remember that all votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well! Have a nice read! \* --- --- "STUUUUDMUFFIN!" Goodness me. It was soon apparent that the would-be customers were none other than my very lovely and buxom boss Marge, with the slinky old thing Goggy draped on her arm. The purring cougar was wearing a very summery top, with not too much cleavage but more Spandex, and her leopard beau seemed like quite the artist, with a loud printed scarf around his neck and some rainbow-striped paints that looked like he'd stolen from a boy band with a particularly bad taste. Shopping bags hanging from both of his paws completed the image. At least he wasn't wearing a beret. "Hiiiiiiiiiiii!" Crystal cheered at the sight of our infamous boss and her boyfriend, ears flicking and teeth being bared, while I came down from my surprise and smiled more gently. Marge stepped closer, tugging Goggy alongside, and planted the duo in front of the sales counter. "Hi, sweetie," I rumbled with my best smile that wasn't of the happyhappy variety, but a more genuine one, and added the appropriate cheerful studmuffin earflicks. "Gordon." The artsy leopard winked. "I can be sweetie too," the leopard's voice was tinged with purrs that almost made the glass surface of the service counter vibrate in poetic resonance. "Hello, Crystal." My tail jumped with surprise at the remarkable reaction from the leopard upon my greeting, but considering the strangeness of today, I barely had the mental energy left for further reactions in my part. Crystal, on the other paw, was eagerly leaning over the counter to be better face to face with the disreputable-looking leopard who was giving her quite the eye. "Hello, Goggy!" Crystal smiled. "Long time no see!" Goggy flicked his tail against the counter, probably to gesture with some part of his body, since his paws were occupied with what I presumed to be Marge's shopping, though looking at him, it was possible that the bag from the chemist's could belong to him as well. "I haven't see you and your friends at the Lefties either!" Crystal nickered. "Those bitches are too busy soaking in the sun with their boyfriends to have a proper girl's night out," she made a face. "It's pathetic." "So how about a beer and a burger to cope with that?" Goggy winked and purred. "We've got great new cheddar we put in our cheeseburgers and the frat boys are wolfing them down. So if you come, you'll find us packed with half of the football team!" The mare snorted. "Half of the sorority house is going out with the football team and that's part of the problem," she muttered. "I want myself a cute, quiet boy who doesn't kiss his own biceps goodnight!" Marge exploded in almost uncontrollable giggles that made her Spandexed chest wobble like a bowl of Jell-O, a surprisingly hypnotic sight, I had to admit, as I watched and let my ears flicker with the sounds, and I couldn't help but join in, either. Good one for Crystal. Excellent, in fact. Goggy was laughing too, a slightly wheezing snicker that was unmistakably feline sound. In comparison, Crystal's voice was booming. Laughter felt good, and once it subsided, all three of us who were of feline persuasion were still purring out. That felt good as well. "How're you doing, Rory?" Marge questioned me now, eyes upon my very lionessence. "Has everything been going alright with you?" "Sure," I smiled amiably. "Everyone's been a big help, and this chair is just great. I don't have to move a muscle and I'm good!" "Oh that's great," Marge rumbled, "I was a bit worried, since I wasn't here to see you in." I waved my paw. "Everything's been going well," I said, "no trouble at all." "Have you had any trouble moving about?" I picked up one of my crutches and gave it a quick show before I put it back to its place, leaning on the side of the counter. "Well I still got these but I manage," I said. "I didn't fall down the stairs." Marge chuckled. "Well we talked about calling Mr. Albrecht about installing a chair lift but..." I'm sure my face was something to behold, the expression I got from hearing that cheeky remark, and Marge seemed to be most amused, as was the leopard still clinging to her arm like the surprise gentleman he was. "Hahah," I rumbled sarcastically, to get the message through that I had gotten the message. They loved me. I loved them. "How was the dentist?" Crystal asked curiously. Marge flashed her a smile without a hitch. "Oh, I was lucky," she rumbled, "Open wide and say "aaaah", and I was in and out in about twenty minutes...so it was like Friday night at home with me and Goggy!" She elbowed the leopard, who smiled and purred and kissed her behind one of her flicky ears, which caused a veritable chain reaction of purrs and chuckles and lovey-dovey PDA behavior that lingered on for a moment before they probably realized where they were, and detached from each other's muzzles. "And I guess you then went shopping," I pointed at the numerous bags. "A girl has her little needs," Marge replied coyly. "And since it just happened that Goggy is having the evening shift today..." "Call me the pack mule," Goggy shuffled his bags. "You're a sweetheart," Marge declared and gave the leopard's cheek a peck. "Hmmm...and smell so nice..." I almost blushed at the tone once again, but Goggy simply chuffed and then, oddly enough, stuck out his tongue from his muzzle, and showed a well-chewed piece of gum on top of it. It disappeared into his maw with a slurp, and left the two of us behind the counter looking quite puzzled. "T plus three days on Nicorette," the leopard rumbled. "Mage made me quit." "I sure as hell did," the cougar replied, paw patting the thin leopard's side, and winked. Whether that wink was directed at me or Goggy or all of us general, I wasn't sure, but I could definitely understand why she would have gone to such lengths to make the leopard stop smoking. Pregnant woman in the house, and all...but that was of course my private knowledge, and as far as I knew, it was to remain so as well, and I had to stick to that understanding of trust that existed between us. "Ohhhh..." Crystal exclaimed. "Well, peer pressure tends to work like a charm..." I mused dryly. "Or the pressure of telling him that I'll quit doing some things too, if he doesn't quit," Marge remarked. The chewey-chewey leopard pouted. "And that too." "But good for you!" Crystal declared. "It's not very nice." "Well it has ruined my bad boy looks but..." the leopard rumbled, "guess I'll have to do without." "You're still bad enough for me," Marge grinned, flapping her tail against the leopard's backside. Well, wasn't that just a big load of awww right there? It probably would have escalated into another snuggling session, if it wasn't for the noisy steps coming from my left, which could only mean one thing. I dared myself to look, and saw that Alex was coming down the aisle, a pile of Twilight paperbacks in his arms. His tail swished and sounded like a warning signal, and I knew enough to brace for it. "Oh, Marge!" the Lab declared as he approached. "Goggy!" "Alex," the cougar replied, while the leopard simply rumbled. "Is everything fine with you, Marge?" the Lab continued. "Was the appointment very traumatic? I know this one dentist who works with hypnosis and it's so great, I know many furs who are absolutely terrified of going to see the dentist, but this one's just marvelous! You barely remember you were there...well until you check your wallet, of course, it's not the cheapest one around." Marge flashed him a pearly smile. "No PTSD yet, thank you, Alex," the cougar said. "You know, I use aloe vera toothpicks after every meal, and I haven't had a single cavity in years!" the Lab exploded. "And my breath smells wonderful!" "I can tell," Marge sniffled. "Maybe Goggy would like to try some...he' s got a bit of an oral fixation going on since he quit smoking. " Alex's eyes lit up in a very dangerous way, and my eyes immediately jumped to the leopard who was now on the line of sight. His jaws stopped their chewing and he gave a nonchalant look at the relative stranger the Lab, whose eager gaze would not be swayed. "I'm doing okay," the leopard said, though I'm not sure if I was 100% convinced. "I've got the gum and the patch." "Ohhhhhhh," Alex ooooooooh'd. "Well that's good, because nothing else helps. Are you badly withdrawn?" "I'm making sure he's not," Marge cut in, "And I've threatened Goggy with a cavity search if he tries to smuggle any cigarettes back home." "And she has a conspiracy with my boss at the Lefties going on, too," Goggy rumbled, ears drooping miserably. "Well that's good!" Alex grinned eagerly. "As long as you remember to cut down on carbs now, because everyone gains weight after quitting, and you look like you might be up for twenty pounds more if you're not careful!" Marge giggled and patted the leopard's belly. "I wouldn't mind having something to grab onto..." The leopard purred at the touch, but his eyes made a beeline for the clock. "I think I should be slowly getting to work now, though," Goggy said, "have to start the stockpot and all that stuff." Marge extracted herself from the leopard's side and extended her paws. "Let me take the bags, it'll be easier for me to take them home after I'm done here," she said expectantly. They exchanged the bags, a kiss, and a smile, and then Goggy turned to leave. "Nice seeing you all" he rumbled, sending a cinnamon-flavored whiff of air in our direction. "Really nice!" Crystal beamed. "Heh," I happyhappied. "Keep up the good fight!" Alex chirped. The leopard gave us one final look before he stalked in the direction of the door, shoulders slumped and paws stuffed into his pockets. His tail wasn't swinging very cheerfully as he stepped out to the street. "Awwww," Marge breathed out. "He's so cute!" Crystal swooned. "Keep your paws off him, he's mine," Marge replied with a good-humored rumble. Crystal lifted hers up in surrender and flapped her tail. "Heheheh," she laughed. "So glad to see you, Marge," Alex said, "We're being overloaded with these *Breaking Dawn* books, seems that Mr. Albrecht has started stocking up well in advance before the movie comes out!" Marge gave a look at the pile of books on the Lab's lap and rubbed her chin curiously. "Well, how many copies do we have?" "About a hundred," Alex replied. "I was going to put these to the PARANORMAL ROMANCE section, and spread it out a bit. Might have to take an extra shelf from NOSTALGIC BIOGRAPHIES to fit all these in." "Can't we just store them?" "The *Girl With the Dragon Tattoo* tie-in paperbacks are so numerous that they're practically falling off the shelves," Alex replied dead-pan. "We might be soon breaking fire regulations." Marge snuffled. "Well, just put the boxes somewhere, okay?" "I'll do my best!" Alex declared before he careered off into the shop floor. Marge watched his swinging ass for a moment before turning to face me again. "Are you sure you're all fine here?" she asked me. "Of course," I replied with a smile. "Alex even brought me water." I gestured at the bottle and Marge chuckled openly, her bags rustling once more. "Well that's so very nice of him." "Quite," I nodded. "So everything's alright here?" Marge demanded again. "Has it been busy?" "Not too busy, but we've been selling alright," Crystal piped in. "Seems to be picking up." "It tends to do at this hour," the boss said. "Are you okay staying until four, Rory, or do you want to an early out?" "I'm perfectly fine," I replied. "Won't be bailing out on you." "Well, woo for me!" Marge purred. "I'll be enjoying my studmuffin for a little bit longer before Mason comes in." Or more like come out, I thought, hysterically, and kept my brave face. "Yeah," I smiled. "We're fully manned!" "I better get these downstairs then," Marge continued. She was just about out of visual range when my phone began to ring, with comic timing, it seemed. --- --- **\*** --- --- --- Thank you for reading! Hope you enjoyed the read - don't forget to comment now to tell me how I'm doing! Also remember that all the votes, faves and watches will help others to find these stories to enjoy as well. See you soon! ---

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Title: Dove's Tale Ch. 08 Tags: slave, prisoner, punishment, bondage, ravishment, reluctance '...ll be fine...' '...no fever or infec...' '...bigger dose than you needed to...' '...soon as she wake...' The voices were fuzzy, fading in and out. Phyllis wasn't sure if she woke up or imagined them. She vaguely recalled sipping water through a straw, and another time a cool, damp cloth gliding over her face. Finally, her consciousness managed to swim through the fog for a few moments. She was lying on her back on a narrow bed, partly propped up, and felt so weak and groggy. A soft voice said 'Hey,' and a gentle hand was on the back of her neck, supporting her head. Her eyes didn't want to focus, but she thought she saw blond hair and blue eyes. The voice urged her to take a sip, and her lips closed around a straw. A little suction, and her mouth filled with cool water. 'Just a little more,' the voice said, and her head was softly lifted again. As she swallowed, the voice told her she was gonna be ok, but the darkness reclaimed her, her eyes giving up and closing as she went back to sleep. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx WITH a soft groan, her eyes blinking rapidly, Phyllis woke up, feeling disoriented and confused. Kitten was there, sitting next to her bed with more water. 'Don't guzzle,' she warned, pulling the straw away after a couple gulps. 'How are you feeling?' 'I'm...ok,' Phyllis answered, her forehead creased as she took inventory of herself. She was kind of sitting up in a hospital-style bed. She still felt a little slow, like she'd been sleeping for days. Her arms felt heavy, and she was wearing...mittens? She started to try to get up, and felt the familiar, hated sensation of cuffs on her ankles, limiting her movements. There was a dull ache between her legs. 'Do you need a bed pan?' Kitten asked quietly. Surprised by the question, she turned to look at the brunette girl. 'What the hell happened?' Phyllis asked. She lifted her right arm to gesture at her bed, and saw her hand was swathed in bandages. 'Well, you've been out for two days,' Kitten told her as she looked at her wrapped hands, her mind frozen. 'As for the rest, that's for Master to explain.' 'Ah, here he is,' she finished as the door opened. Kitten rose from her chair, and a quick whisper was exchanged before she slipped from the room. She watched her captor smirk at her, and her mind replayed her last memories-what she had done, what he had said. She stared at her bandaged hands again, her stomach churning. 'No...he couldn't...he wouldn't...' she thought desperately. Alexander reached down and tugged the thin sheet off the bed, leaving her naked. With no ceremony, he dropped his pants and crawled up between her bound legs. 'I warned you, slave girl.' With his hand, he guided his cock into her, thrusting in slowly but mercilessly until the entire length was sheathed in her pussy. She barely noticed. She held her hands in front of her wide eyes, her mind recoiling in disbelief. 'You push me, I push back,' Alexander growled as he started to rape her. 'You fight me, you lose.' 'Motherfucker!' she screamed, her eyes blazing with hatred. 'MOTHERFUCKER!' He was wearing a padded glove on his left hand, and slammed it down over her mouth, silencing her even as he continued his slow, deep thrusts into her. 'Shut the fuck up, bitch,' he snarled. 'Or do you want to lose your tongue too?' She stared up at him in utter horror, shocked tears filling her eyes, and he nodded slowly and deliberately. 'You belong to me and me alone. All of you-your cunt, your mouth, your ass...' Alexander forced himself to keep his movements slow, even though the terror in her eyes and the tears rolling down her cheeks were making his cock throb with lust. 'Your hands, your feet...your mind and soul...are all my property.' 'And if you're too fucking stupid to figure that out...' He let go of her mouth and grabbed her wrists firmly, holding her bandaged hands inches from her face. '...then I will drive the point home!' He pulled her hands apart and stared into her shocked eyes. 'You understand now, slave girl?' he snarled. Phyllis couldn't answer. It was too much. Her mind was overloaded. He pulled back until the tip of his cock was just barely inside her, and held still. 'Fuck me,' he commanded. She was too numb to respond in any way. He grabbed her by the chin, his eyes cold as ice. 'Fuck me, slave girl,' he repeated firmly. 'You do not want to just lay there like you're...paralyzed...' The smirk returned as he trailed off, letting that last word hang between them. It took a moment for the threat to sink in, but when it did fresh terror gripped Phyllis' heart. With a moan of anguish, she began to buck her hips, shoving her pussy up and down his cock. 'That's better, slut.' She wasn't very wet, and the friction was painful, but she forced herself to keep moving, too stunned and afraid to do anything else. 'This is how it works, cunt. I command, you obey. Very simple.' He savored her fear and pain as he forced her to rape herself. 'Harder, slut!' he snarled. 'That's your Master's cock! Giving it pleasure is your only purpose!' With a sob, she forced herself to shove up onto him faster and faster, wanting only to get it over with so her brain could shut down. 'Shake your fucking ass!' he growled, and she started to mindlessly wiggle her hips as she pumped up and down his dick. Just when she thought she could take no more, on the verge of a hysterical breakdown, he suddenly pulled out. Stepping his right foot over her leg, he started to stroke himself, pointing his cock at her face. 'You're nothing but a cum dump. Say it!' Phyllis whimpered miserably, fresh tears flowing. 'I-I'm a cum dump,' she managed to whisper. With his gloved hand, he slapped her right breast. 'You're NOTHING but a cum dump-now fucking say it!' 'I'm...I'm nuh-nothing but a cum dump,' she sobbed. 'Open your fucking mouth, bitch,' he commanded, and unthinkingly she parted her lips as he started to spurt his cum down onto her. It splashed into her open mouth and onto her face, mixing with her tears. The last of his load dribbled onto her breasts, and he grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing her sperm-covered face close to his. 'You ever gonna fucking disobey your Master again, slave bitch?' he demanded. She tried to shake her head, but his grip was too tight. 'Answer me!' he practically shouted. 'No Master,' she whimpered, and he let her go. He picked up his pants and started towards the door. 'This world is ruled by the ruthless,' he said without turning around, 'and I'm the most ruthless sonofabitch you'll ever meet.' A few minutes later, Kitten returned. She cleaned Dove's face, removed the cuffs and chains from the bed, and gave her an injection-antibiotics and a painkiller. Out in the hallway, Kitten locked the door and wiped tears from her eyes. 'That poor girl,' she thought. 'She's almost catatonic.' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Morning, Dove,' Trouble said softly as she slipped into the room. Phyllis looked up sluggishly, just in time to catch a glimpse of Barry as he closed the door. We need to...change your bandages...and check to make sure there's no infection,' Trouble said in a small voice. Phyllis swallowed hard and looked away as the blond girl set a small bag on the end of the bed. She pulled out a roll of gauze, then a roll of tape. 'Can you sit up?' Trouble asked mildly. Phyllis struggled upright, her legs hanging off the edge of the narrow bed. 'You don't need to look if you don't want to,' Trouble said as she started to unwrap Phyllis' right hand. Phyllis' eyes were empty, her expression blank, but she didn't turn away. She had to see. 'Dear god,' she whispered when Trouble pulled away the last of the bandages. Her face twisted in anguish, and she clenched her teeth to keep from crying. 'You've cried enough,' Phyllis thought. 'No more.' Gently, carefully, Trouble held up Phyllis' hand and examined the spot where her middle finger had been. 'No sign of infection,' she murmured, more to herself than to Phyllis. She dabbed a little antibiotic ointment on the wound, then wrapped the girl's hand back up. She repeated the process on Phyllis' other hand. 'For what it's worth, I'm sorry,' Trouble said as she put the old bandages into a bag. Phyllis sighed deeply. 'Still think he's a good guy? Still think he's a savior?' she asked, turning the last word into a curse. 'I...I...' the girl stammered, her eyes filled with confusion. 'If you're not sure, maybe you should ask Rogue what she thinks,' Phyllis sneered. Trouble grabbed her supplies and fled, but not before Phyllis heard her start to cry. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'WHY?' Trouble wailed, her tears soaking Kitten's shoulder. 'Why did he do something so horrible? HOW could he do something like that?' she sobbed miserably. Kitten didn't answer. She just held the tiny girl and let her cry. She lifted her head to look at Kitten. 'I loved him. I luh-loved him...a-and then this,' and the pain in her voice nearly broke Kitten's heart. Trouble let her head fall back onto Kitten's shoulder, and more tears flowed. 'How can I serve him after this?' she whimpered. Kitten stroked the girl's blond hair tenderly. 'Do you know what they tell soldiers to do when they're scared?' Trouble looked up, her eyes red and puffy. 'I'm not scared,' she said softly. 'I'm angry. And I hate it. You're not supposed to be angry at Master.' 'I know, angel,' Kitten answered, at a loss of what to say. 'Dove didn't deserve that. Rogue didn't deserve it. No one deserves that,' she said firmly. She leaned back against Kitten and sniffled. 'What do they tell soldiers?' Kitten smiled sadly. 'Fall back on your training,' she said softly. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ALEXANDER gave her one more day in the hospital bed, then sent her back to her old cell-with a couple changes. 'You've lost the right to wear clothes,' he said with a smirk as he tucked her tiny wrap into his jacket pocket. 'And these are not clothes.' He locked a pair of padded cuffs around her ankles, connected by a short chain. Wearing them, she could walk almost normally, but there was no way she could move quickly. 'You've proven you can't be trusted. So from now on, you'll always be restrained.' Phyllis hung her head, but he tilted her chin up, gazing into her eyes. 'What does a slave say when Master gives her something?' Helplessly, hating him, hating herself, hating everything, she whimpered thank you, but it wasn't good enough for him. He didn't nod and leave until he had forced her to thank him for her beautiful new ankle cuffs. Phyllis curled up on her cot and wished she would die. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'He's losing it,' Phyllis said to Kitten as the girl helped her bathe. 'He's gone from cruel to psychotic. Our lives are in danger.' 'I know,' Kitten said sadly. Her own backside bore angry red stripes, her punishment for the awful crime of discretely belching during dinner the night before. 'We have to get out of here. No more excuses. We have to escape.' 'It's not possible,' Kitten replied. 'Even if we can eliminate Master \*and\* Barry, there's too many locked doors between here and freedom.' Phyllis touched Kitten's face with her index finger. Her hands were healing, and the bandages no longer covered her fingertips. '\*We\* don't have to get out,' she said. 'I have a plan.' Kitten looked at her skeptically. 'What plan?' The corner of Phyllis' mouth turned up. 'Can you give me an hour?' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Kitten looked up from her knees. 'Master, may I speak?' she asked quietly. 'What is it, pet?' 'Have you noticed how much more unhappy Barry seems lately?' Alexander raised an eyebrow. 'You can tell?' Kitten looked at him and nodded. 'Yes Master. And you know I would never tell you how to run your household-but it occurs to me that a happy employee is a more loyal employee.' Alexander chuckled and tousled the girl's hair. 'And just what do you suggest, pet?' She nuzzled his hand gently. 'If you wish, Master, perhaps the next time you take Trouble to the playroom, this girl could try to...improve Barry's mood?' She lowered her eyes and blushed softly as he stroked his chin. 'Actually, that's not a bad idea. The man does work very hard for me. Perhaps he deserves a reward.' He tipped her chin up and brushed his middle finger across the tip of her nose. 'And you, my pet, would be a very sweet reward.' Kitten looked up at her Master and beamed, hoping he couldn't hear how hard her heart was pounding. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx IT WAS Alexander's newest tactic to humiliate her and break her spirit that gave Phyllis the final piece of her plan. Almost every afternoon, he would chain her by an ankle in one of the bathrooms. With a toothbrush and a little tin of baking soda, she was supposed to make the toilet sparkle. In deference to her injured hands, he did at least give her a pair of heavy rubber gloves to wear. The game was pure bullshit. He'd leave her for a couple hours, come in to 'inspect' her work, give her a slap across the face and tell she didn't do a good enough job, forcing her to start over. She'd gotten Kitten to steal a paper clip from his office, and practiced and practiced until she could pick the very simple lock on the cuffs. Today, she was in the bathroom closest to his office. She pretended to do her gross job while she listened intently. She heard footsteps in the hallway outside, and a few minutes later, more footsteps, this time going in the other direction, and Kitten's voice saying 'we're going to have a wonderful time'-the signal that the coast was as clear as her and Trouble could make it. Heart thudding in her chest, Phyllis wiggled the bent paper clip in the lock until it clicked open. She forced herself to count slowly to one hundred, her ear pressed against the door. Silence. She slipped out and tip-toed down the hall to Alexander's office. The door wasn't even closed, let alone locked, and she breathed a silent thank-you to Trouble and her talents of seduction. The little blond girl knew what to say and do to make Alexander forget everything but his desire and need to fuck her. She'd been in this office enough times to recognize his main laptop, sitting silent and closed on the big desk. She sat down on the carpet, hiding behind the desk just in case someone peeked in, and booted it up. In a few moments, the screen lit up and asked for a password. Phyllis stared at it in dismay. 'Shit,' she thought. 'Who the hell leaves their personal computer set up so they have to enter the password every goddamn time?' She thought feverishly of everything Alexander had said to her, trying to remember anything that might give her a clue to his password, and started randomly typing in whatever popped into her head. KittensMaster DovesMaster TroublesMaster RussianStud WhipRogue BarrysBoss No luck. None of them worked. She looked on the desk and carefully in the drawers, but there was no convenient Post-It note labeled 'password.' She sat back down, scrubbing her face with her hands, her heart sinking into her stomach. Dammit! Ten minutes used up already! Angrily, her index fingers pounding the keys, she typed in Dickless and jabbed the enter key... and watched in amazement as the computer came to life. 'What an asshole,' she mumbled, shaking her head. She looked at the date and gritted her teeth in rage. The bastard had stolen ten months of her life already. 'Fuck him,' her mind snarled. 'He's going down. First, Google to find out where she was and get the email addresses she needed. The locator came up, and her jaw dropped. She was even more surprised than when that stupid password had worked. 'No. Fucking Way!' She blinked and shook her head. It didn't change. 'Gary?' 'You gotta be kidding me. I'm in Gary fucking Indiana?' 'Stop wasting time, Philly,' she silently admonished herself. She got five of the addresses she wanted, then looked at the clock. Twenty-five minutes. They would have to be enough. She went to Yahoo to get her old email account. It had been so long since she'd logged on it was inactive, and she had to answer a challenge question. She copied the addresses and added three of her old friends from her address book, her hands starting to shake with excitement. Gnawing on her tongue in concentration, she began digging through the files. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx BARRY rolled off the brunette slave girl and collapsed on his back, his powerful chest heaving. Kitten slid into the crook of his arm and lay her head across his torso. 'Mmmm that was good,' she purred. 'Yes it was,' the big man rumbled. He gave her hair a stroke, and started to sit up. 'I enjoyed that, Kitten,' he said quietly. She turned her head to look at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes. 'Bet I can get you up again,' she giggled, and gave his flat stomach a slow, wet kiss. 'Now, we can't waste the whole day.' The girl laughed softly, her head moving lower. 'Oh poo,' she breathed. 'We don't know when we'll get to do this again-so I'm gonna drain you dry!' 'Really, girl, that's...' he started to say, then sucked in a breath as she took his soft penis into her mouth. Kitten smiled to herself as she felt him twitch against her tongue. He lay back down, submitting to her oral ministrations. 'Come on, Phyllis,' she silently prayed as she sucked him. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Phyllis found three files with spreadsheets, two with lists of names and phone numbers, and a couple in what looked like Russian that looked suspicious. She attached them all to her message. 45 minutes. Gotta hurry girl! It was hard, typing without middle fingers, but she quickly summarized the story of what had happened to her since that awful night almost a year ago, and threw in every bit of useful information she could think of that might help them find her. At last, she hit SEND, and it was out of her hands. She'd done everything she could. She did everything she could remember to do to cover her tracks and erase any evidence that someone had used his laptop. Then, she shut it down, put it back on the desk, and dashed on silent, bare feet back to the bathroom. She had just closed the cuff around her ankle when she heard noises in the hall. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx In a red Kia just outside of Chicago, a cell phone bleated a few bars of Taylor Swift. The dark haired woman behind the wheel looked at it, but-personal safety policy-she didn't answer. She listened to the leave-a-message spiel, and then one of her best friends was practically yelling. 'Call me right away. I got an email from Phyllis!' Her eyes wide, the woman jerked her car to the shoulder, getting honked at in the process, and hurriedly grabbed her phone. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx 'Post-Tribune, Michael Schumaker's desk.' 'Mike, it's Jack. Did you get an email from a woman named Phyllis? About Russian mobsters and white slavers?' 'I was just reading it now.' 'Do us a favor. Don't do anything with it yet. Turns out that's the name of a girl who vanished ten months ago in Chicago. Let us look into it ok? Don't put her in jeopardy.' 'All right, I'll sit it on for now. But I wanna know when you move.' 'Trust me, buddy. You can have a front row seat.' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx It took about twenty hours to get the Russian documents translated, and another four to get the warrants and assemble the assault team. They decided on a night raid. At two o'clock in the morning, police used a battering ram to smash through the front door of Alexander's mansion. A dozen officers in full riot gear spread through the house. They knew he was there-he'd been under surveillance since they pinpointed his location. Sophisticated infrared and heat-sensing equipment had shown exactly where the five people inside were. But to find the girls, all they had to do was follow the cheers. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx EPILOGUE The only question when it came to Alexander was whether to try him in the US, or extradite him to Russia. The files Phyllis had sent were just the tip of the iceberg. There was enough on his laptop-money laundering, racketeering, bribing officials, and much much more-to put him away for a dozen lifetimes. Of course he posted bail, and of course he tried to flee, but they were watching him like a hawk. The instant he got too far away, he was surrounded, handcuffed, and returned to jail. Now he was a flight risk. No bail allowed. Staring at hundreds of charges and life in prison, he hung himself in his cell with his own trousers. A guard saw him in the midst of his preparations. The man-a husband with two teenage daughters-turned his back and walked away. The FBI and CIA shared the information on Alexander's computer with Interpol, MI6, G-7, and numerous governments. A couple of white slavery rings were broken up, some arrests were made, and a few dozen girls and women were freed-admittedly a drop in the bucket, but small victories are still victories. Barry cooperated fully with authorities. It turned out the primary reason he was working for Alexander was that he had a sister in Russia, a doctor who had worked for a while with a rebel group. Alexander demanded his loyalty in return for not giving his sister to the Russian government. He told everything he knew, which admittedly wasn't much, and the girls all agreed he had never been unnecessarily cruel, so he was copped a plea and spent seventeen months in prison. The US State Department helped his sister immigrate to the US, and when he got out of prison they moved to West Virginia, where she found work at a clinic. He is currently working for a construction company. The Gary, Indiana reporter who received a copy of Phyllis' email helped the three women write a book. It sold extremely well, helped by Phyllis' and (especially) Kitten's performances on the talk show circuit. Kitten was a revelation in an interview setting. Having been a slave all her life, she was unfailingly polite, respectful, and soft spoken. She was incapable of lying or embellishing, and there was no guile in her at all. She didn't try to make herself look good, or wrap things up in a tidy narrative. There was no self-pity or bitterness. She just told what happened. She left Oprah and Ellen sobbing. She had the Today cast wiping their eyes. Almost every time she spoke, the audience rose as one at the end, applauding and cheering even as the tears rolled down their cheeks. Trouble was the least interested in being a celebrity. She took back her old name, cut and dyed her hair, and moved to the West Coast, reveling in her anonymity. There was always one huge shadow. Their book was dedicated 'To Rogue,' but they never found her. Alexander had a huge file on Phyllis, and folders of information on Trouble (now Karen), and Kitten-but absolutely nothing on Rogue. The girls knew her real name was Pam, and they did everything they could-hiring artists to draw her from their description and flooding the Internet with appeals for help-but none of the hundreds of pictures people sent them were her. Barry swore she was still alive, battered yes but awake, when he last saw her. He had taken her to a private doctor known for his discretion, to have her injuries treated before they shipped her off. He agreed that Alexander had said she would be sent to Thailand, but couldn't say for sure-and the doctor in question had vanished the same day news of the raid on Alexander's mansion hit the news. Phyllis' mutilated hands became an international symbol of the fight against the exploitation of women. Sometimes holding a dove, sometimes in handcuffs, the picture was everywhere. 'If hearing my story helps even a few girls, it was worth it,' she often said, and maybe it did. One more tiny step in the fight. Phyllis and Kitten got apartments in the same building. Kitten often broke the tension and horror of the story of their captivity by telling funny stories about how little she knew of living in 'the real world,' and she relied on Phyllis to answer questions and be her guide. One day, she tapped on Phyllis' door, a thick envelope in her hands. 'This is a big day for me,' she said, her voice thick with emotion. 'I've never had a name.' She ripped open the envelope and pulled out an official-looking document. She stared for a long time, then handed it to Phyllis, with tears in her eyes. 'I hope it's ok,' she said. Phyllis read the birth certificate. Katherine Phyllis Free it said. She looked at the woman who was once a slave named Kitten, her own eyes misting. 'Thank you.' xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx EPILOGUE TWO Katherine stood and fidgeted, her eyes moving from the arrival/departure board to the doorway and back, again and again. At last, the door opened and the passengers flowed into the terminal. She held up the cardboard sign that read 'Melissa' with trembling hands. Of course she recognized the woman. She'd seen her picture. She'd stared at it for hours and hours. The woman-tall, slim, brown-haired and still attractive on the edge of fifty, stopped a few feet away. 'I won't cry, I won't cry,' Katherine thought. She could see the woman's face was already wet with tears. Melissa went to Phyllis first, and gave her a short, hard hug. 'Thank you so much. For everything.' Phyllis smiled, her own eyes starting to leak. She gave the woman a gentle nudge on the shoulder. 'Go say hello,' she whispered. Melissa and Katherine embraced, sharing shameless, joyous tears. At last, the older woman leaned back. 'I'm so proud of you, Katherine,' she said tenderly, and the love in her words and her eyes slipped into Katherine's heart. They found the last vestiges of the slave once known as Kitten, among other names, and gently crushed them, leaving behind only a free woman. 'I'm so glad to meet you,' Katherine said, her voice husky with emotion, and before she broke down completely she managed to say the word she'd been dreaming of saying her entire life. 'Mom.'

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At least then she could just do one trip back home, even if it did need her to carry so many bags on her person that it was a genuine wonder how she didn’t spill a warehouse’s worth of foodstuff on the ground with every step she took; then again, with Iris being Iris, it was simultaneously the easiest thing possible, or at the very least so natural that she didn’t stop to think about it, given how unimportant it truly was. All that mattered was that she could walk up to one of the managers on-call at that time, declare her intention to buy their stock, then just sit and wait for the employees to collect their share of the total inventory, occasionally chipping in to help by dragging the contents of an aisle onto one of her arms before dropping it into a series of overladen bags. This process usually took at least three or so hours, and while Iris could very well have gone home and returned only when it was over, she felt a certain obligation towards her little ones; it’s why she did, on occasion, stand up to help along whenever she saw someone struggling, since what would be the point of becoming a goddess if it only made everyone around her resent her power? It was important to remind herself of her own position at times, in the sense that she might very well be a divine powerhouse, but that hardly meant anything if there wasn’t anyone around to be a divine powerhouse towards; while she was more than certain that no one could really stand up to her in a direct confrontation, the last thing the chameleon wanted was to make people hate her on account of her own insane level of power, hence her concern for keeping a certain amount of respectability when interacting with others: she could just sit down and do nothing, but then that would turn her into a tyrant, and that just wasn’t something she wanted to happen. Granted, when it came to cleaning out the whole superstore, she knew when to let the employees step in and do what they did best; plus, the chameleon wasn’t thinking of subsuming the whole planet into her being any time soon, so she might as well let the mortals around her get along with their lives as if they weren’t hanging around a being so powerful that it could vaporize their entire world without even thinking about it if they really wanted to. Not that Iris would, of course; she’d sooner cradle it, hold it safely within the many folds of her overlapping muscles, that it might remain eternally protected from anything or anyone that might want to bring harm to it… which, all things considered, was an idea that she didn’t have nearly as much as she thought she would. Or, perhaps, it was a thought process that became self-terminating, given how easy it was for her to lose track of her own growth whenever she actually considered how pleasurable it was; she quite liked living on the planet in the way she did, giving her a good reason not to just splurge out whenever she felt like it: powerful goddess or not, ascending to a size big enough that she could hold the Earth in such a manner was sure to cause some damage. If the main goal was to avoid it, then Iris really shouldn’t be thinking about how amazing it would be if she just let loose, lest she decide to go on a bit of growth binge and suddenly find herself so much bigger than before that, without even noticing, she had accidentally lodged the whole planet somewhere it would need some repairs to recover from. She was still more than capable of putting it back, of course, still powerful enough that, with the snap of her fingers, she could easily reset everything and no one would be the wiser, much like her own transformation had taken place over the years. There used to be a time when she was big, yes, but comprehensibly big, rather than the titan of musculature she was nowadays; and that, that was the direct result of her occasionally slipping away from her own idea of what “big enough” was, and indulging in size fantasies instead, whenever she figured no one was paying attention. Yet, it still wasn’t enough to fully immunize the universe around her to the consequences of her deciding to growth further, no matter how in control she was; to a certain extent, it was precisely her being as powerful as she was that left Iris in an untenable position, since each day she lived was one where the paradoxical nature of her very existence became increasingly apparent. She liked to act as though she were “merely” a goddess, as if she could walk around as the supreme ruler of her world and that wouldn’t really change anything; the pretense of normalcy was part of the charm, really, that she could act in a way that made absolutely no logical sense and still pretend like it did. Simultaneously, however, it was patently obvious to anyone paying the slightest amount of attention that the world around her was still as fragile as before, and held together only because the goddess herself deemed it so; if she were truly at home on the planet she was the goddess of, then Iris wouldn’t need to warp the fabric of reality around her just to be able to fit into places built for other people, nor would she have an ever-growing entourage of supplicants ready to follow her wherever she went, or even a body that was worthy of such attention in the first place. Certainly, her form shouldn’t be as exaggerated as it was, looking more like a greater creature was trying to escape from a much-too-small cocoon that somehow still managed to hold it back against all odds. She wasn’t meant to exist on the same plane as her little ones, as plainly evidenced by how she so effortlessly left it to enter the meeting room earlier, as if teleporting herself onto a place-between-places was no more difficult than taking a quick sidestep into an adjacent room. The only reason why she was still there, why her body hadn’t burgeoned outwards to such a degree that it literally cracked the planet in half, was because she wanted it to be that way, even if she occasionally forgot about her nominal duties and focused more on crafting an ever greater body for herself. She was under no delusions as to what her true goals were, even if she went out of her way to pretend like she was still interested in the day-to-day running of a planet she was in no way actually interested in ruling over. She wanted to grow, at any possible opportunity, in any possible manner that could heighten the experience, and everything else was, frankly, secondary to that one motivation. It was easy for her to forget about anything else, seeing as the power she wielded was, if she bothered to bring it to bear, effectively limitless; while her nominal “superiors” had left her with plenty of warnings over what she was and wasn’t allowed to do, the chameleon goddess had reached a point where really, if she wanted to do anything at all, she could, and the only reason why she didn’t was that it needed aftercare. The universe was quite resilient, and with literal gods running around it was relatively easy for things to be repaired if she went a bit too far, but ultimately, it was work, and she hadn’t gone to the trouble of ascending just so she could have a different job. It was about self-indulgence, sure, but only to the point where it didn’t outright create more of a workload for her to have to worry about, hence her growth spurts being quite rare and moderate compared to what she could do if she actually put her mind to it; she was a caged beast, but one whose cage keys were held by itself, seeing as no one in existence dared to play the role of the warden for someone as powerful as Iris was. It was why she grew, after all: what better way of asserting her control over existence itself than by improving her own form to the point where it no longer resembled anything a mortal soul could accomplish, but rather the aroused daydream of a hyper-sized muscle enthusiast? It’s why, before she even bothered to think about where she was going to stop, every person around her was pushed out, as every muscle on her body packed on additional mass at such a fast rate that it looked more like someone had hooked multiple pumps to her form and broke the off switch; it felt good, it felt right, and with her being capable of putting a stop to it at any point she wanted, Iris figured it was about time she enjoyed herself some more. Having to constantly hold back from blowing outwards with additional size became tedious at times, but luckily the solution was right there at her fingertips, ready to be used and abused to her heart’s content… even when she wasn’t technically even trying. Her divinity had, ultimately, been attained via a process of self-sustaining self-improvement, so for her to deliberately put a stop to it, no matter how temporary, was the chameleon outright denying her own nature; thus, whenever she just grew, whenever she closed her eyes and felt as every part of her body ballooned outwards with increasingly denser muscle mass, it felt as if she wasn’t so much adding to herself as she was merely unleashing who she truly was. Even when her head was slowly surrounded on all sides by a combination of neckbulk and her own shoulders (and even part of her back!), she couldn’t bring herself to stop it; whenever she did focus on any one thing, something else drew her attention away from it, such as her legs thickening to the point where her calves alone were wider than sequoias, or her biceps becoming large enough to give entire trucking convoys a run for their money. This was her natural state: half-standing, half-sitting, letting her body run wild as it grew closer still to her idealized form, the dream body that Iris imagined herself having one day, feeling as every inch of herself gained so much more mass with each passing second that she was no longer measuring her weight in pounds (albeit with plenty of digits to it), but in tons… and, soon after, eschewing that scale and going straight into how many buildings would be needed to balance out a scale with her on the other side of it. It hardly mattered that she was threatening the stability of the very universe itself by simply willing more mass into her by way of flagrant abuse of pair production; she wanted to be bigger, thus, reality would simply have to adjust if it knew what was good for it. And by the end of it, when her eyes shot wide open at around the same time as her head actually touched the ceiling above her (alerting Iris to the need for expanding the distortions around her), in the end she would still only slow it down; it would eventually stop, once Iris decided she was big enough, but until then, it merely petered out, her body very gradually ceasing its inexorable advance as the chameleon took stock of what had changed about her that time around. It was surprisingly easy work, being able to perfectly tell just how much additional mass had been manifested in her; her kinesthetic sense was so well-developed that, even with her form being little more than a conglomeration of spheres and similar shapes, the giantess could still move around with a grace the belied the sheer heft of her immense frame. It reminded her of who she was, what she was, and in doing so made it exceedingly obvious that her attempts at living a regular life were little more than a delusion she had imposed on herself; eventually, it would falter, leaving her to break free from her bonds in a way that would be far more dangerous and damaging than if she had just accepted herself to begin with… but until it happened, she had plenty of things to fill her schedule with, even if it was just for her own amusement; not the least of which was the little detail of her having invited her god-consort over to her place, which Iris believed would have no doubt ingrained itself into the wolf’s head with such astounding efficiency that it’d be a wonder if he wasn’t already in her living room, tail wagging wildly as he tried to pretend like he wasn’t desperate for her attention. And if that was the case (and even if it wasn’t, honestly), then clearly she should put on a show for him; he hadn’t said anything in this last growth spurt, so even if he was paying attention, he clearly wasn’t thinking of reprimanding her anymore that day. So why not grow some more? It felt good enough that she couldn’t think of any reason not to, and seeing as her shopping for the day would require a lot of empty space on her arms to carry all the bags, Iris figured she even had an actual reason to bulge out further, rather than doing it simply because she could. Not that anything stopped her from the latter, but the former always felt better; she wasn’t merely imposing herself upon reality because it was an option, but because she had something to do, someone to do in this case, and that just gave it all the extra bit of zest that she positively craved whenever it came to exercising her divine right. Thus, while the superstore’s staff busied themselves gathering everything and placing it in a myriad of plastic containers, the chameleon goddess spent her time sculpting her form further, at times not even adding as much as she simply shifted mass around in order to better craft for herself a new shape that closely approximated what she wanted for herself… on a much smaller scale, but still. Her true size goals could only be achieved by total consumption of all that was, and while Iris was reasonably certain she could do such a thing, she’d rather stick around her homeworld for the time being, hopeful that she could extend its lifespan far beyond the point where it would normally end, both so that she might enjoy herself and that others might bask in eternal glory; a perfect win-win, as far as she was concerned. It was, ultimately, her personal paradise, which contrasted heavily with others in the celestial hierarchy: they created for themselves entire realms where their every whim was catered to at every waking moment, true Edens where they wanted for nothing and their personal servants made sure they spent their eternal lives basking in their own magnificence; she, meanwhile, just wanted to stick around and watch as the world slowly became smaller around her, as she quite literally grew into her role as a goddess in the slowest, most delectably, excruciatingly glacial pace ever. It was part of the charm, hence why she had nothing but the widest smile on her face when she found the perfect proportions to work with and then simply pumped more muscle mass into them; Iris knew that she was a living, breathing spectacle, a glorious display of muscular perfection for others to gawk at and lose themselves in, and it was for precisely this reason that she didn’t want for more. It would’ve been so easy for her to simply make everyone worship her, snapping her fingers and turning the whole world into her personal fiefdom; who was going to stop her, after all? Her wolf consort who spent more time pretending he wasn’t turned on by the very sight of her than he did ruling over anything? Her nominal superiors, who hadn’t bothered to enforce any rules from the moment they realized Iris was more powerful than them? Only Iris herself stood in front of her ambitions, and given how large she was, this was enough of a roadblock as far as she was concerned; if ever she wanted to splurge out, she would, but that wasn’t really the point. It wasn’t about making things happen, it was about being herself and just letting the puzzle pieces fall into place; after all, the truest exercise of divinity was not to force it on others, but to merely be so deific in one’s existence that others would turn to worship of their own accord. In fact, it felt far more real than any of the extensive networks of supplicants that other gods liked to build for themselves; sure, the people underneath them were still living in rapturous pleasure from all that direct exposure to literal divinities, but they were still led to do so by a deity who really couldn’t care less about what their charges actually wanted. Iris, meanwhile, just wanted to put on a show… so she did, and everything else came as a knock-on effect; she couldn’t help it that her body was so magnificent that it made people want to worship it, that was just how things worked! And if they wanted to offer to take her shopping bags instead of her, then who was she to say no? Didn’t she have over a hundred people already, diligently waiting for her just outside the superstore, eager to have their goddess give them something to do? Did she not have the right, as the goddess of that world, to ask something as mundane and simple of her followers as carrying the groceries? Besides, there was plenty left that she could still flex her strength even when everyone else in her entourage was so laden with cargo that they could barely walk… and by flex, she of course meant literally flexing in order to show off how big she had become in such a short notice, thus leading to even more growth as her body adapted to the strain, and the rest was history. The whole city got to watch as the chameleon made her way back home, her form simultaneously hidden by the buildings around her, in its distorted and “contained” state, yet perfectly visible looming over the tallest of skyscrapers for those who wished to see her in her full glory. Granted, they could only make out part of her full musculature, with most of it still hidden away below the skyline, but a pair of biceps big enough to overshadow the downtown area was still a respectable landmark, as was a back so broad that Iris could probably carry the whole country on her back without breaking a sweat. Yet, with every step she took, the goddess added a little bit more, and by little she of course pumped herself fuller with foot after foot of additional muscle mass, since by that point even such an absurd level of growth barely made a dent in her overall size; with the wolf-god clearly unwilling to step in, and the world around her still stable enough that she could afford to cut loose for a bit, there really was no excuse for Iris not to unleash more of her true self upon reality: a few more buildings’ worth of muscle for her biceps here, a handful of skyscrapers for her glutes there, even her tits got a little bit extra pudge in order to round out her whole aesthetic. It was about the exercise of it, not even the endstate; that she was massive was already a given, so it hardly mattered as much as the mere act of growing, the act of affirmation, where Iris gleefully told reality itself that she wanted to be larger, and like a good subservient little worker, reality nodded along and just made her bigger first, then worried about the consequences never. The giantess could tell when the distortions around her became too much for the universe to handle anyway, so she wasn’t exactly worried about it; if she should ever go too far, if such a thing were even possible, then it’d be child’s play for her to stop and take a step back… but, absent any such warning signs from the underlying fabric of existence, Iris also lacked any good reason to stop growing, even when each step she took left craters deep enough to break open the underground sewage system and the water mains keeping the city supplied. It hardly seemed to matter, since even the trail of destruction she left behind was easily fixed with just a simple snap of her fingers. Not that Iris was paying more attention to it than strictly necessary… mostly because of who was waiting for her at the end of that short walk. She could sense him, off in the distance, trying his best to hide his unique aura as if that would do anything to stop her from spotting him; meek, embarrassed, awkwardly staring at walls that at once felt too close and too far away, the wolf was inside her house, patiently awaiting her return like the good little pup he was. And Iris had to like that; much like her god-consort’s willingness to stand up to her, no matter how ineffective this might be, tickled her buttons in ways that were far too scandalous, so too did his willingness to go along with whatever she told him to do leave her feeling even more powerful than before. It was a game they played, where the giant canid pretended like he was a player and not just a piece on the board, and Iris went along until it was time to gently pull him back into his proper place, only for the whole thing to repeat itself, again and again, with the wolf constantly “forgetting” that no matter what he did, he would always end up in the same spot as he did the previous times: sitting on Iris’ couch, wringing his hands together and wondering whether he should’ve brought a gift for the chameleon, who was sure to appreciate such a gesture. Really, there was a good reason the goddess called him her “little pup”, because it really was like having an overeager, yet oddly confrontational puppy nipping at her heels, thinking they were a much greater beast than they truly were. What was best, they were going to keep thinking that even when Iris had them bent over her knee, both literally and metaphorically; they would still claim to be her equal, still proclaim themselves to be a god, still carry on acting as if they weren’t putty in her hands, unable to really do anything other than mewl and beg for her gentle touch. Yet, when Iris bid farewell to her group of supplicants and slammed the front door shut behind her, she could see the wolf straightening his back when he stood at attention, his whole body trembling as he waited for his next hours-long “cuddle” session that was sure to break even more size records. For a few moments, he even began openly drooling, at least before he remembered himself and put his tongue back in his mouth. For Iris though, this was all she needed: the understanding that she had all the power in there, that she alone decided how things went and how they were to progress. That she, and she alone, was the undisputed goddess of all things. As it should be.

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Title: Dragon (S)Layers Ch. 29 Tags: dungeons and dragons, dragon slayers, adventure, epic fantasy, fantasy, blind, clean, character progression, story progression **Volume 4: Dereliction of Duty** **Chapter V: Intersections** The Little Kettle inn smelled bad. If rancid meat, dung, sweat and the body odor could have been combined, the result probably would have been a color. Tessarie liked colors, even if her family never understood them as she did. It was a pure form of expression, like dance, that you didn't need to be able to wrap your mind around to fully appreciate. You didn't break down color into components and judge them for their merit that way but they *could* stand for many different things. Yes, if this place was a color, it would have been a muddy brown. Maybe flecked with black and yellow. The only sprig of color in this place being the pink mask on the far wall beside the dartboard. It looked like something from the northerner lands, a spirit mask of some sort. It was out of place among the hustle and bustle of caravan crews going to visit whores, loading up on terrible beer and ordering their revolting meat meals. The very idea made her nauseous. The 'beef' stew at the Crimson Desire was bad, but it was almost exclusively broth. Here the stink was everywhere. And then there was the kobold sitting beside her. Sarah had called him Keiter, but he was a monster to Tessarie and almost any civilized race on the planet. Here she was sitting next to one! They were both draped in heavy robes, sheltered among the shadows of a corner booth it- he- had chosen. They sipped from the pitcher of beer that sat in the middle of the table, but neither of them spoke, feigning interest in the cheap wooden mugs that occupied their hands. Sarah would have had them talking whether their liked it or not- she had that power. But Tessarie was too focused on avoiding the gaze of casual passers by. All it would take would be the wrong person looking at the right time to destroy her chance of escape. She scrubbed her face, muttering into her palms. What had she been dragged into? "Gods above." The kobold clucked its tongue softly, emitting a couple of brief clicks. "You doubt." It said in a soft voice. Tessarie kept her mouth shut but stole a quick glance at the reptilian creature around her hand. It was looking at her. What was she supposed to say? Did it even really understand words or concepts? "When I was young. Very, very young." It took a sip, glanced away. Almost as if it was trying to cough, it opened its mouth and huffed a hiss. "She found me in a cave. Bodies of my tribe everywhere, most of my muzzle was missing." Another sip. It looked down with its mouth hanging open as if that would let the taste fall from its tongue. "Attacked. By people. I'm sure they thought they were doing good, but I was the only survivor." It looked up at Tessarie. For a moment she thought she could see anger in its eyes, but in the next it was gone. Only that alien expression remained. It pushed the ale aside and tucked its arms up into the robe as if seeking protection. "She had to chase me down. I clawed at her and bit her. . . I thought she was one of the villagers. But she took me with her, took me to a place to heal and rest. . . Lied to the village about me before-" He chuckled a dry, empty sound that had no mirth in it. "She sold them mining equipment, you see? Several machines that would empty the cave out. Then she made them break once she learned what had happened." Once finished, the kobold took a deep breath and looked to Tessarie once more. In those eyes she saw sadness, something she didn't think a lizard possible of expressing. He showed his teeth briefly. Was he smiling? "She is many things. . . .many, many things. But she will see that things work out as she thinks they should." Tessarie frowned a bit. "I- don't know what to think." "Faith is a double edged sword," he took his cup once more, producing a copper coin and a toothpick from the little dispenser on the table. "But lack of it and of hope is not a way to live." He broke the toothpick in the center so it formed a V. He set it on the edge of the mug, then the coin in such a way that the toothpick wouldn't let it fall in. "Faith," he said as he motioned to the creation. "See?" The elf stared blankly for a moment. Too curious to ignore it, she leaned over to peek. "I don't understand." "If the wood isn't there, the coin falls, you know it will but it hasn't. Why not?" Tess tried to puzzle out what the creature meant, but in the end she shook her head. "Because it's balancing there on the edge. The toothpick is keeping it up." He clucked his tongue sharply. "Very good. So you have faith that it will fall?" "Well. . . .yes?" "Good." "Good. . ." She sunk back into her chair. "Maybe I can show you faith in others." The little kobold reached forward and took the pitcher, with surprising strength he pulled it closer. "So can I make the coin fall without touching it?" "I. . . .no?" She licked her lips. Slowly she began to relax a bit, still trying to figure out what he was getting at. She glanced at her own cup, then his. "How would you? Unless you shook the table." "No, I don't need to! Even if no reason appears to have it, you know that the coin will fall. What if that was life threatening, yes? Everything says it won't happen, but we want this to." "O- okay?" "So. We know it will drop, but not how to get it to. Yes?" He held up a clawed finger and took the pitcher. "So nothing around us is changing. The table doesn't shake, I don't touch the mug. But. . ." He tipped the pitcher over the coin and toothpick. Slowly it began to straighten out, more and more until it was nearly straight. The coin slid off the pick and dropped into the mug with a thunk. "See? This is Sarah's approach. Not obvious, but effective?" "And if you keep pouring it gets everywhere?" He was looking up at her when Tess saw someone approach in her periphery. She looked up to see an older human woman sliding a long stick back and forth along the floor, as if trying to trowel dirt with her finger. Only then did Tess notice the woman's eyes were actually closed, though her dark brown hair hung well on either side of her head to frame graceful wisdom and a soft mouth. She looked like someone who enjoyed smiling, but had forgotten how to do it right. The woman tapped the side of one of the empty chairs, paused for a moment and then spoke in a careful voice, "I'm sorry, is someone sitting here?" Tess looked at the kobold with a sudden rush of panic; was she some kind of magic user that she didn't need to see through normal eyes to tell what they were? Gods, some kind of spirit? No. No, that didn't make any sense. No. She needed to calm down. For his part in it, the kobold eased himself up and spoke in a firm but soothing voice that almost felt like it was meant to ease people's nerves. Even if it didn't work on Tess, she could understand why: he almost sounded human. "No. Not yet, but maybe soon. You're welcome if you'd like." Tess's eyes widened a bit and grabbed her own chair. This witch was going to set them on fire or something at it was going to be this damn *monster's* fault! "That's mighty kind-" "Do you need help?" He was even getting out of his chair! Gods, was he insane?! "I'm blind, not incompetent." She said. After a moment she eased into the chair, pulling the pleats of her long dress close so they didn't drag. "I'm sorry. That wasn't right. . . .it's not often people offer to- well, no matter. Do you mind if I eat with you folks?" She turned towards Tess and smiled. "I wouldn't want to upset you, but I usually sit here because no one else does." For a moment Tess fought to keep her breathing under control, what should she have said? What did she even *mean* by saying she was blind? That she was a seer of some kind, maybe. Yes, maybe that was it. She was a wise woman. . . Keiter sat back in his chair. "Are you hungry? I was waiting for my friend to come, but I can work something out if you're in need?" The woman furrowed her brow, turning her attention to the kobold whom she didn't see- her expression softened a little and a warmer smile lit up her features. She was beautiful in that moment. "Aww, look at you, aren't you a sweetheart. . . .I already paid for my meal, but thank you." "Of course! No one should go hungry." Another faint twinge of surprise flickered over the woman's face. She reached out her hand, "I'm Leslie." Keiter looked at her hand, then his own. Then he looked up to Tess and pointed. His narrow muzzle betrayed none of what Tess imagine was concern, maybe even panic. Was she supposed to shake the woman's hand? She opened her mouth to ask but Leslie drew back with an empty smile. "No, huh? It's okay, I get that a lot." "No offense. None, I don't think you would like what you found. . ." Keiter's lips pouted out just a little. "Leslie is a woman's name, isn't it?" The woman scoffed with a good natured chuckle. "Come on, I'm not that ugly, am I? It's okay, you can be honest-" "I'm not so good with hum- peoples' gender. I did not want to offend someone so beautiful," the kobold rubbed the side of his muzzle as he looked at the woman and a moment later his tongue darted past his lips. "Yes, I think offending you would be the last mistake anyone with a soul would want to make, Leslie." Those around table fell silent for a moment. Leslie's salad was delivered while Keiter hid and the old man that did so spared Tess only a passing glance. Once he was gone, though, Keiter was back up in his chair. Leslie loaded a fork of lettuce and turned it over a couple times. Tess wondered if the blush on her cheeks was something that came naturally or just the lighting. Eventually she looked right at Tess and said, "who's your friend here, Silver Tongue?" "Copper tongue." He supplied. The woman chuckled. "More like no tongue. . . .come on, speak up. Or can you really not speak and I'm being a horrible person right now?" "U- Uh. Hi. Please don't set us on fire." "Uh. I'll try not to? I mean, that'd be kind of awkward for all of us. We'd be tripping over one another trying to get out of here and me, I can't see shit, so you know I'm going to get trampled in the panic. How stupid would we look then?" Leslie chuckled warily. "Do you shake hands, then, or is it *my* turn to be offensive?" "No offense!" Keiter piped up. "None, I just-" "Hold on, Silver Tongue." Leslie offered her hand to Tess. "Let me see if I'm right about something." Tess eyed the woman. Eventually she worked up the courage to take her hand. "Nice to meet you?" "Mmhmm. Likewise, miss. . ." Her thumb traced over Tess's knuckles. "Elf," She whispered. "Right?" "Uh- Y- Yes." Leslie grinned an almost childish smile. "Knew it. You can tell a lot about someone by their hands. Maybe I'm just getting better at it the older I get though." But that was the trick, she wasn't 'old' in the human sense of the word, she didn't have a grey hair on her head, but she was obviously older than most of the people Tess had ever met. Maybe it was the way she carried her self so calm and casual, as if the world couldn't do anything to her. Tessarie had to admit, the woman scared her and made her all the more curious. Keiter seemed to have a different take on her. He watched her with his scaly little brow sloped down slightly in thought. When the woman glanced at him he looked up, attentive and focused. Like a dog trying to make sense of their master's feelings. After a couple beats he spoke again: "I don't think it's the age that makes you curious." As an afterthought, he added: "You want to see the beauty in the world the way it sees the beauty in you." The human scoffed loudly. "Wow, I've heard some bad pickup lines but that's almost enough to piss me off. You can keep your world beauty, it's a bunch of crap anyway." She took a bite of her salad. "Look, if you're just trying to get in my pants-" "You're not wearing any." "I'm not, but if I *was*, it'd be kind of rude not to offer flowers and dancing. Don'tchya think?" Tess leaned off to the side and put her elbow on the table so she could watch. Keiter touched the side of his muzzle again, scratching at it absently as if considering his words or maybe just itching himself. He took a deep breath. "I would. Very much. I'm not very good, though. I paint, I show others how to, but for you I would dance. . . .for you, I would learn to play music." Leslie turned her fork over a few times in her salad. Her cheeks reddened slightly as she pondered the reply. "That's cute. I almost think you believe it." "I do." "Yeah? I bet you just wanna see me trip over my feet and make an ass of myself," she poked the air with her fork playfully. "Not that I really need to be dancing to do that. So, Silver Tongue, what's your real aim?" "Truly? To see you smile. I don't think you've done it in a while." "And/" "And?" Keiter shot back. He paused and glanced to the side. His little clawed hands dug into his robe as if he could find substance in them. "I'm a priest of Isira. Seeing you smile would be answering a prayer to me. . ." The woman leaned back in her chair looking between her dining companions. Tess rubbed her finger with the grain of the table, stealing a quick glance towards the front door hoping Sarah would make an appearance and take this woman away or tell them they were ready to leave. When Keiter didn't offer any more explanation, the woman leaned forward and set her fork down. "Is that true? I mean, you're not just screwing with me?" "I would never." "What about you?" She said to Tess. "Uh- No? No, I'm not." "Oh, so you're lovers, is that it? Trying to get me involved in some weird triangle thing?" She waggled her brow suggestively. Though her tone was light, it was clear she was mildly concerned. "I don't think you're an elf, though, Silver Tongue." "I'm not." Leslie went quiet, listening. When she spoke again her voice was careful, solemn. "So, if you're a cleric, I can ask you something I've always wanted to, right?" She looked more tired than she had a moment ago, too. "What's it like, dying?" Keiter didn't miss a beat. "Unpleasant. . ." "Does it. . . .Does it stop hurting?" "After a while, yes." The kobold gave her his undivided attention. "You think about the things you've seen and your heart doesn't want to go, but your soul knows. Soon your heart understands too, and then it stops hurting." He opened his mouth for a moment. "You've lost someone close to you?" "I dunno if I'd say 'close'. He-" she curled her hand around her fork. "No, not close. But I want to know what he went through. . ." Tess and Keiter exchanged a brief glance. The kobold shook his head. "It wouldn't be the same, my goddess came to me. She took great pity on me, I think-" "Stop. Don't make this about you, I just want a straight answer." He sucked in a breath. "Pain. From resisting. The natural thing to do, yes? Yes, so pain and fear and an unwillingness. Not wanting to die but not having a choice leads to more fear until your soul tells you its time. . . .and then for a while, nothing." "Just like that?" Leslie scoffed lightly. "Figures." "You wanted the truth." "Yeah. I did. . . .hardly seems fair, does it? Whether you're a good person or a bad one, it all comes to the same end." The woman tapped her foot a couple times, sighed and set her fork down. "Sorry, I don't mean to be like this. I've just had a crappy day." Tess piped in, "We can relate." While she didn't realize it at the time, those three little words would lead to hours of conversation as people came and went through the inn. The three of them shared carefully edited versions of their day and Keiter kept the tone light with some poorly delivered jokes, even Tess eventually found herself relaxing in the company of relative strangers. Never quite drawn into the kobold's 'charms', she could tell that he was using the situation to hide his own feelings- whatever they might have been- about having watched his congregation murdered in his own 'temple'. There was a subtle sense of unease between them and it wasn't just the tainted dragon's gold in their pockets, either. It was a palpable shift in the creature's magic and his feelings. Maybe, just maybe, she had been wrong about him in the first place. Maybe, Tessarie mused, she was wrong about Sarah, too. Surely she wouldn't have kept the company of a real monster. Even with the dragon deals she made, she was still a charitable person. Leslie interrupted her train of thought with a playful nudge of her foot. "You're awfully quiet." "Sorry? Just thinking about things. . ." "See, now that's just unfair. If I sat and thought as hard as you did, I'd have wrinkles and grey hair. You get away with it for nothing! Unless you do have grey hair and wrinkles, in which case I'm going to look like an idiot." She popped a piece of tomato in her mouth. "At least I won't be able to see it." Despite herself Tessarie smiled a little at that. "You'll be getting them soon enough, but I think they'll look good on you?" "Yes!" Keiter quickly added, "You already light up when you smile but how do you make the sun brighter?" "Oh gods. . . .you two are too much." She pushed her plate aside. "Let me guess, this routine is something you're working on for a show of some kind, right?" She pointed at Tess. "You're the singer, and Silver Tongue is. . ." "I'm a dancer." Tess said quietly. "I really like to dance." "Oh? Hmm. . ." Keiter looked between them for a moment and slowly, he leaned forward. "May I be honest? I am not what you think I am. . ." He put his hand on the table, palm up, tapping his nails against the wood a couple times so the woman would hear it. "I am Isira's servant, but what body I am in is not something liked by many. I would like to be your friend but you will choose if that happens. . ." Leslie sat in silence for a couple of moments, her attention focused vaguely on the sound of his voice. She took a deep breath and reached out, her hand trembling ever so softly as she did so. When her finger touched Keiter's palm she paused, then wrapped her hand around his smaller one. Then she touched his claws. She recoiled with a breathy gasp. Keiter looked down and away. But after another moment she glanced back. "You. . . .Come on, let's get out of here." Keiter was already withdrawing into himself when he leaned back in his chair. Leslie looked between them expectantly. "What, you want Cosnu to catch you here?" She got up in a sweeping gesture. "Let's go back to my place." Tessarie and Keiter exchanged a look, neither sure what to make of the situation. Keiter was the first to act, getting to his feet and jumping down. "I've learned not to argue with intelligent people." Leslie chuckled. "That goes double for the stupid ones."

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Title: Friends or Lovers Ch. 03 Tags: rain, sofa He pressed his warm lips to mine gently, but I had enough of tentative kisses. If Marty was really in love with me, I had waited long enough, knew him long enough to forget waiting. My heart pounded in my chest as I threw my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss with a gasp. That was all the encouragement he needed. With a groan he dragged me back towards the ratty old sofa that had been in my possession since our college days and served as my napping sofa in the studio. I was more than happy to follow. I started pulling at the buttons of his shirt. I may have popped a few in my enthusiasm but whose counting. He had already helped me off with my thin, long sleeve sweater by the time I was straddling his lap. The sweater flung somewhere over his shoulder. I had my hands firmly wrapped in his hair. How I loved the feel of it in my fingers. I tried to pull him back into the kiss but he held me firmly away so that he could burn my skin with his darkened gaze. "What?" I questioned. "Sink or swim. Right?" I whispered. His eyes widened in surprise then warmed to love. "Absolutely." His arms tightened around my waist while he pressed his face into my chest. My arms wrapped naturally around his head trying to press him closer into my body. The mood suddenly changed. The urgency slowed to a smoldering heat. Marty pressed his ear to my chest to listen to my thundering heartbeat. I rubbed my face in his hair, trying to feel everything in my tingling body. I felt Marty's fingers searching for the clasp of my bra. Insecurities reared up in me and made me stay his hands. "Wait." I said. I pulled his hands away and brought them forward to hold them in front of me. "Please, wait." I whispered. I couldn't look at him, so I stared down at his hands. Crap! I thought I could do this. I was breathing hard and completely aroused but I couldn't do this. My fantasy was blooming in front of me and I just couldn't turn off the doubts in my brain. What the hell was wrong with me! "Lily." Marty said calmly. He pulled one of his hands from my grasp and cupped my cheek gently. "Lily, please look at me." Reluctantly, I raised my gaze. His face was flushed and his lips curled up into a gentle smile. His eyes only shone with love. There was no doubt in them. None. "I love you." He said simply. "I love you, Lily." He repeated. His thumb caressed my cheek soothingly. "You're a beautiful woman, Lily. In all ways and I love you. I want you, but I won't rush you into anything." He said calmly. He was so confident and sure of himself. How did he do that? I'm sure he could see the conflict and insecurity in my face and I sighed resignedly. "I don't ... I can't... Ugh! I can't even string a thought together." I shook my head. "I want this, Marty. I really do. I love you. I do. But.." I shrugged and looked down again. "My heart's desire is staring me right in the face and I can't even let myself have this moment of happiness. I can't let go." I moved off Marty's lap and sank back on the sofa, my eyes closed. The room was very quiet for a few minutes. I felt Marty move on the sofa and soon I felt him slide in next to me. He lowered his head to my shoulder and carefully curled himself around me. "No worries, love. I'm not going anywhere." He rested his hand on my belly and softly stroked the soft pudge. No urgency, just comfort. It started to rain again. Loud enough for us to hear it thrum on the roof. "I was talking to my mom the other day. She reminded me of when we had this really crazy December storm when I was around nine." He talked softly, reminiscing on that long ago winter. He told other stories about growing up. About his family, his terrible cousin Danny that had thrown a rock at him and cut his head open. He had to get five stitches on that day. About his favorite dog, Dunder and how she used to sleep with him every night and how she died in his arms when he was 14. It was all very funny and sad and...comfortable. This was how it always was with Marty. Effortless. So why couldn't I just forget that my tits sag and that my belly has never been flat and that my ass should have it's own area code. If Marty wanted to be with me...then he would be with all of me. If he was ok with my self doubt, my pessimism and my obsession with not being good enough, then I would try to accept that maybe... just maybe, I deserved this incredible man who was sending tingles and sparks from my scalp to the tips of my toes. In the dimming light of dusk and the rainstorm, I began a gentle stroke his thigh. I twisted slightly and pressed my nose against his throat, inhaling his delicious scent. This, I could do. I could appreciate the smells, tastes, sights and sounds that were Marty. My hands caressed his chest, his thighs and the hard muscles of his arms that remained relaxed and still, draped around me. "God," I murmured "you feel so good." I nuzzled my cheek against his neck and ran my nose along the edge of his strong jaw. Finally, I laid my palm lightly against his cheek and tilted his face to me so that I could taste his lips again. He let me kiss him, only moving enough to allow me entrance and accept my tongue's exploration. After a few tentative passes over the crotch of his pants I began to lightly rub my hand over his rapidly hardening member. It was so hot and it shifted slightly in my hand. I squeezed it more firmly and pressed my hand over the length. Marty groaned deep in his throat. "Lily!" He pressed his hand over mine, stilling it in place. I froze. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I kept my lips on his, our breath mingling in our mouths. I felt his lips smile on mine. "No, not exactly pain, but if you're not planning to take this anywhere you might want to ease up." He chuckled. I smiled back and started stroking again. "Who want's to stop? I'd have to be an idiot to want to stop now. I mean I've got the sexiest man alive, practically naked and telling me he loves me. A girl would have to be stupid to..." I suddenly found myself on my back, Marty pressing my arms over my head his nose just inches from mine. "You talk too much." He growled, a teasing gleam in his eyes. His lips silenced anything I was about to say. The steady rain and our ragged breathing were the only sounds that were heard for several minutes. His chest hair was rubbing my nipples roughly causing delicious sparks to shoot through me. An errant thought flew through my mind, how had my bra come off? The thought was gone as soon as Marty's lips found my earlobe. I didn't know that was one of my erogenous zones, but my toes curled and I shuttered with pleasure. My hands roamed his strong back and I caressed down to his ass. I grunted irritably, "Why do you still have your pants on?" I tried to push them down but his full length was covering me and I couldn't push very far. Marty huffed a laugh, "I can remedy that." He was off of me in a flash pushing his pants off as fast as he could. My hands flew to my own and I struggled to push my jeans off. "Let me do that." he pushed my hands away and my pants were whipped off of me. He kneeled between my legs his arm propped up on the back of the sofa looking down at me. There we were looking at each other naked for the first time. I don't know what he was thinking in that moment but I could only stare in wonder. He was so beautiful. His face and chest were flushed with excitement, his hair tousled from my searching hands. His nipples were hard and showed through the crisp sprinkle of hair across his chest. I followed the line of hair down his hard stomach to the trail that led to his penis. I swallowed nervously. I realized I was staring at his hard penis rising from a light thatch of curly brown hair and I looked up to see that he was staring at me. His eyes wandered over my body with a look of ...what? Wonder? Hunger? Love? Lust? All of the above? Is that what was in my eyes as well? I certainly felt all those things, I just couldn't bring my self to think that he would think the same for my soft, roly poly body. "Lily." He whispered. "I want you." He gave me a questioning looking, giving me one last chance to stop this. I struggled with my response. I could have made some flip comment, or surprised him with a mushy poetic phrase but what came out surprised even me. "Love me." I said, my voice calm and sure. Relief, humor and mostly love shone from his face. He reached his hand out and gently placed it between my breasts. He held it there for a few moments feeling the pounding of my heart. Then he began sliding it down my stomach until he finally came to rest over the dark hair on my vulva. How he knew that this slow torture would set me on fire, I don't know, but I was sure I would burst into flames at any moment. His hand was trembling when he finally dragged his fingers lower, parting the soft lips and pressing two finger gently into the folds. His fingers were instantly coated with my juices. I had never been so wet and aroused. I could feel the liquid slipping out of me and dripping down to my ass. He pressed further until his fingers found my weeping hole and slid home. My back arched "Oh, god!" I gasped. "Marty!" I grabbed his wrist, I don't know if it was to stop him or help him, but I was already on edge and he was driving me wild. I managed to pull myself up and grasp his shoulder pulling him closer, "You can check the oil and kick the tires later! I want you now!" I was gasping and trembling on the brink. In seconds he was pressing me on my back again his whole body covering me. I felt the smooth head of this dick press open my labia and lodge in the opening. I wrapped my arms and legs around him our bodies pressed together as one being. He began sliding his hardness into me until it was seated deeply inside. He held there for a moment and waited as my body rippled with pleasure. I squeezed my vaginal muscles and flexed my abdomen, coaxing him to move with me. I needed him. I needed him to push and pull, hold me tighter, press into my body, kiss me, caress me and stare into my soul. I needed all that and I wanted to give all of that to him. All of that and more. I felt suspended in this moment. Every cell of my body felt everything and I was in heaven. Slowly all the tingling pleasure began to gather together and concentrate in my core, moving down to center where we were so intimately connected. I gasped and trembled as the intensity began to overwhelm me. My hands clenched and tried to pull him even closer, trying to fit myself into his skin. "Oh, god!" I panted. A moan escaped my lips as my orgasm engulfed me. I had never felt anything so intense. Marty held very still as I rode the tremulous waves that caused my back to arch and my core to clasp onto his penis like it would never let it go. I lost track of time and I may have blacked out for a brief second. My pulse was pounding in my head as I was finally able to open my eyes and found Marty staring down at me with a look of wonder and a little bit concern. I found my voice at last, "What the hell was that?" I panted and laughed at the same time, jolts of pleasure shocking my sensitive pussy causing small aftershocks to rumble through my body. "Wow." he breathed. "Are you alright?" I chuckled at his bemused expression, "More than alright, stud." I teased. I pulled his face back down to me, shooting my tongue out to lick his lips, "Are you going to finish what you started or did I scare you off?" I tightened my knees and flexed my pelvis trying to coax him to start moving again. He chuckled, "Yes, ma'am." He brought his lips firmly to mine and began moving in me again. He built back up to his previous rhythm. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. This is so perfect. You're amazing, love." He breathed in my ear. "I'm ...close, Lily." His motion began to falter and his forehead creased with effort. "Should I...?" "Hush, Love. Just let go." I encouraged him and clenched my muscles to help him tip over the edge. He took two maybe three more thrusts when his own orgasm over came him and his back arced over me. After a few moments he relaxed letting his weight fall on me gently, his face pressed into my neck, a sigh of contentment escaping his lips. "Lily." he whispered. Marty raised his head and we stared into each others eyes, contentment and love apparent in the look. \=========== Epilogue - 5 years later I stare out of the kitchen window at the pounding rain. I always remember that rainy afternoon that Marty and I first made love when the weather is like this. The happy memory brings a smile to my lips. Our relationship hasn't always been as idyllic as that long ago afternoon but having been friends for so long made the hard times easier. We've talked about marriage but neither of has felt that it's a priority for us. Neither of us have the drive to become parents and now that I'm well into my 40's it doesn't seem that I'll be following that path either. We got a dog that we named Peaches. She's become my constant companion when I'm in the studio. We nap together on the ratty old sofa, every now and again. Marty and I have tried making love on that lumpy couch but the bed is much more comfortable. About a year ago I lost a bunch of weight, but a year later, I've found most of it again. Marty doesn't seem to mind either way. I hear him coming in the front door. His steps are heavy from standing most of the day at the office and a half day in surgery. I would recognize his footsteps anywhere. "Hello, beautiful." He says coming through the kitchen archway. I can see his smiling face in the reflection of the darkening glass. *\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*Thanks everyone for waiting. Enjoy.\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\**

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Title: How I Took Him to Bed in My Head Tags: mutual masturbation, female masturbation, male masturbation I stood before him, trembling and vulnerable, in the heat of his gaze. Seated in the chair facing my bed, he bade me with a nod, to strip for him, slow and languid. At first, my fine lace top, reaching down then pulling it over my head, only to discard it on the floor. He met my gaze, then allowed his eyes to traverse my body, a closed mouth smile of approval, the white lace bra, my now naked and lightly tanned midriff. Continue. I undid the belt around my hips, pulling it free of the loops of my jeans. He reached out his hand, a silent command to hand it to him, and he gestured me to turn and bend over. The belt slapped hard against my arse, a sting, that made my eyes water, just to remind me who was the master here. He then placed the belt beside him. Continue. I reached round to unclasp my bra and self-consciously let it too fall to the floor. My long nipples were erect, chilled by the suspense, their naked vulnerability. He gazed at them for some time, licking his lips; I read his mind, my pussy wet. His excitement, visible, his beautiful phallus butting hard up against the constraints of his pants and he reaches down to stroke it as he once again bides me. Continue. I unzip my hip hugging jeans, and wiggle free of them. His eyebrows arch in surprise, no panties! I am naked. Quivering in the cold and the heat of the moment. One hand on his cock, he gestures me to the bed. We know the rules of engagement in this game. He cannot touch me, I can't touch him. My back feels the cool of the satin sheets and I gaze down the length of my naked body, my legs, bent up, raised and parted frame him in my sight, looking at the most secret part of me, open only to him, as he unzips to release his huge potent manhood. I hug myself gently to begin, to acknowledge self, to know that I do this as much for the love of me, as I do for the lust of this beautiful exotic man. Gently my fingers run down my own arms, the skin soft beneath and then trail across my sensitive stomach, alternating finger tips, finger nails and I try to imagine them somehow larger, harder, "his hands", massaging my belly, one finger tip, an imagined tongue weaves circles around my belly button until it reaches the centre. Then up up the flat of palms to my breasts, my back involuntarily arching, my body greedy for the touch, I hold them one in each hand, feel their weight and then squeeze them, again the imagined tongue traces the circle of each moving in ever decreasing concentric circles, nipples demand attention. I lightly graze them, not enough! I squeeze them, not enough! I start to tug on them, imagining the force of his suckling, and I pull on them hard! In my head he is biting them, hard! Then mollifies them with the gentleness of lips, another "bite", another "kiss". My pussy stirs, hips lifting, and his gaze has not yet faltered, nor his own stroking of his now glistening member. And for a moment I pause to meet his eye, his desire palpable, golden sparks amongst the velvety brown. My hands, "His hands", trail slowly back down my torso to my upper thighs and then inward and upward. One finger "his tongue" traverses a line up the valley of my pussy, wet and damp and I bring it to my mouth, to languish in the taste of myself and I watch him lick his own lips, trying to imagine that taste of the essential me. So hungry he is, so desirous of that taste on his lips. The rhythm of his own self-love increases with his mounting desire. Gently I part my own lips to show him, how wet and swollen I truly am, so open for the wanting of him. I flicker my finger against my clit, again "his tongue", and my hips buck wanting more, wanting him, harder and deeper. Slow circles, massaging my clit harder and harder, faster and faster, with the other hand I slide my fingers into me, so wet so soft, I part one finger, now two, and I wish they were longer, thicker more like his own. I am only my clit. I am only the deep void. I reach now for the vibrator I had placed early in anticipation of this moment, when I am no longer enough for my own pleasure. I place its buzzing tip on my clit and tiny tremors spread outwards, each muscle vibrating to its tune. I press it harder and I groan, my desire for climax now audible and visible. I feel it building now and I am too far-gone in my self-reverie to stop it. And I throw myself onto my stomach, giving him the view of the rise and fall of my rounds buttocks. My lips wrap around the vibrator placed between my bed and my pussy and I imagine him on his back, me sliding my clit up and down the shaft of his beautiful throbbing cock, from base to the head where just the slightest movement, would impale me, then back down, each movement a little harder than the previous. Seconds away from crescendo and I mount my clit along the vibrators shaft one last time, I scream in my coming and at last allow myself to swallow the phallus deep within, the spasms gripping it hard in waves, it has entered me as I come, groaning, whimpering his name over and over in ecstasy.

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Title: Pasture Pleasures by HolidayPup Tags: Bay, Blowjob, Canine, Equine, Feral, Gay, HolidayPup, Horse, Interspecies, M/M, Male, Neven, OC, Oral, Pasture pleasures, Stallion, Story, Theprodigy, Yiffy Neven couldn't help but wonder what it was like beyond the hayloft where he and his Mathair lived. He'd always been inquisitive as a pup and now that he was older, contrary to the predictions of all of the farm animals his yearning for knowledge and his adventurous spirit only grew along with him. Everyday found him in some kind of mischief that more often then not landed him in trouble with his elders. They would scold and punish him with lectures on why a well mannered young dog such as he shouldn't be into horseplay and dangerous shenanigans. That it wasn't fitting for Shelas' son. After a while he could practically quote all that they would spout at him while reprimanding, soon he could mimic line for line all of their doubts and warnings. He was a mutt he knew, not like the highborn Collies that herded the farmers' sheep or the Saint Bernards that were allowed to enter the house (which for most of the other animals was forbidden and regarded as a privilege for only the esteemed). Neven knew very little of his father, never having been able to weasel the truth from his mother or the others about his sire. From the bits and pieces of information that he had gathered over time he guessed that the dog that he would call his Athair had been bored as he was with the snooty and haughty attitudes on the farm, including that of Shela. At night he would lay awake and imagine his Athair being a lot like he himself was, craving adventure, new and interesting experiences outside of the dull life he had become accustomed to. Sometimes he'd prowl around at night under cover of darkness and spy on the other animals. Most of it was uninteresting but once in a while if he was lucky-he'd catch something of import among the daily drivel. One such night he'd been roaming around the chicken house and the pig pens when he had heard voices muffled at first, conversing in low undertones that sounded suspicious and spoken urgently as if the two conversing didn't want any chance of being overheard. Hunkering down behind the west end of the chicken house and creeping forward on paws that made not a sound Neven sniffed the air and raised his half mast ears forward, perking them so as to attain bits of what was being said. "I don't want him to go gallivanting off just like his father did! It's one thing to be curious and quite another to ask such a thing as where piglets come from!" With a shiver of recognition Neven placed his mother as the first speaker, her voice even in a whisper baring the same dignified air to it that he was so used to. "Furthermore..." she continued huffily, "I will not have anyone on this farm giving him ideas, egging him on or entertaining that he is to be anything but a faithful servant both to his betters and to our masters." "Understood Ms..." The other voice was one of the swines, Neven could tell by the lower voice and the oinking quality though he was at a loss in placing anything beyond that. Heart thumping against his chest in apprehension he kept listening, his instincts telling him that his patience would be rewarded. "Sooner or later though children grow. My piglets will soon have their own pens or be 'privileged' as food for our masters. Neven isn't a pup anymore from what I gather...if "He still is very young as well as my responsibility!" Shela spat. "Indeed...be that as it may though he will go wandering...and who knows, he may find more than you would deem appropriate." "If you mean that no good stallion Bay...then you're sadly mistaken! I've made it abundantly clear that Neven is to go nowhere near the pastures unless he wants to be in deep trouble. Neven will obey me..." "Yes Shela. And none of us will give him any reason not to. But you must understand that he will find his own way....." Long after sneaking away his thoughts were in a constant turmoil. He had never heard his mother so flustered at anyone else in a conversation. He had been positive that she talked of him when he wasn't around which was only in her nature but he had never known why he had been forbidden to wander that far from the barn and the loft until now. The question now however was who was Bay and more importantly why was it so important to his Mathair that he stay away from it? The pig had called Bay a stallion whatever that was..... He leapt up amid the bales that lined the wooden walls of the barn, each one raising a bit until he reached the loft. Circling around and flopping down with a soft grunt into his favorite spot by the open space he looked up into the sky, rolling on his back to get a clearer view of it. His eavesdropping had only confirmed how little he actually knew of the world and it's ways. He was bigger now, the sow had been right in stating that although he still felt like a pup. "Neven dear...are you awake?" It was his mother. Her paws upon the floor panels and her soft breath audible above the begun chirping of the crickets outside in the night. "Yes mother..." he murmured making sure to let a drowsy edge coat his voice. "It's late Neven and you should get as much rest as you can. Big day tomorrow" she whispered climbing up to the loft. "You need to be ready and at your full strength." "Yes mother" he answered. "Also when you wake make sure to give yourself a good through cleaning so that you don't look shoddy..." "Yes mother" "And practice keeping your head raised, no one ever respected a dog who slouched." "Yes mother...." "And Neven.... She went on and on remembering things for him to do the more she talked until he found himself answering her on autopilot, dutifully playing the obedient and respectful son until she drifted off. After what seemed an eternity he sighed at long last letting his thoughts return back to what he previously had been contemplating. She was right of course, tomorrow would be a big day for him-but not in the same way that she expected. Oh no. Tomorrow he would make sure to wake earlier then usual, clean himself, and stride out for the whole world to see as she had mentioned though it wouldn't be for the farm. He would be heading out in search of Bay and the answers to his questions...for once sating his curiosity instead of keeping it check. Sunshine spilled over his fur, gently warming him and warning him of the new day. Neven yawned, spreading his jaws and running his tongue along his teeth as he allowed himself a nice albeit much needed stretch that resulted in a few of his joints popping. Sighing he rolled his shoulders and stood slowly giving himself a shake....and then he froze. His plan! Slowly he turned, dreading that he'd messed up and woken Shela. A rustle, a twitch....was she....? He gulped noting that she was still asleep, still dreaming. A paw step...then another....waiting, listening to her in taking air and then exhaling softly past her teeth, ears flicking every so often when he moved until at last he couldn't stand it any longer. Without a second thought he leapt for the ground, bolting out into the clear morning air, past the doors of the barn, past the chicken house and the pigpens. Then finally past the old oak that marked the farthest he'd ever been from home! Heart racing, lungs on fire, paws soaring over the ground as behind him the rooster crowed again, sounding off a morning bugle, a bellow that Neven was sure would rouse Shela from her slumber. Laughing aloud and whooping he pictured her frantically looking for him, her haughty stuck-up boring well to do friends all telling her the same thing- that they hadn't seen her son! The young dog tasted victory like never before and something else that caused him the greatest happiness that he had ever experienced in all of his young life. It was pure and complete freedom! His life was his own as were his choices! Relishing this exciting new lease on life his ears picked up birdsong and the gentle buzzing of lazy gadflies as they hovered along a steady Westerly breeze. The ground was soft and giving underpaw, still glistening with morning dew after the mild rainstorm of the previous day. He was alive and this was his day to live! His day to explore! Soon the ground sloped upward, taking him off guard momentarily but only adding to the fun of his gamboling as he crested it before rolling down upon the other side. After a time it became mostly hills that sloped upon the land like undulating waves or ripples in a pond. Neven had reached a bit of the farm that was all hillocks with high plateaus that grew upward out of small valleys. Picking out his way among them was challenging although he chose his path through them quite easily enough. However, after a while he'd sit panting to catch his breath at having scaled a particularly high hill or sometimes when he reached the bottom of one. This altogether gave the young dog great opportunities to study his surroundings and enjoy looking at the world in a completely different way. It was so huge, so much bigger then his old home, his old life near the barn and in the hayloft that a bit of apprehension clawed at his stomach for the first time. Had he been right to run off and do this? Would he be safe? Would something happen to him? In truth deep down inside of him one of the only things that kept him going was that he kept telling himself that someday soon he would go back. That very soon-after he found Bay of course and talked to him- that he would return home to his mother and the other animals. He didn't know when he would but that didn't really matter. For now he loved just being able to be himself and not have to worry about being scolded for something he'd forgotten to do. Finally he could slouch as little or as much as he liked. If he had an itch he could hike up a hind leg and take care of it without having to contemplate whether it was rude or not or if anyone was watching. For now he would enjoy the journey wherever it might led him. An hour before noon the hills gave way to a flat expanse of land, open and dotted here and there with disconnected black taxis walls, the mortar less iron and stone gleaming a dull grey in the overcast sunlight. Dim silver skies shone down on huge and altogether strange creatures mulling about and nibbling on scattered hay and the odd patch of green. He assumed that they were the horses that his mother and the others sometimes talked about though he was unaccustomed to seeing beasts so imposing and strong. Yet the magnificence of their size and strength was matched somehow by their elegance. They moved fluidly enough, manes tossed about by the wind and tails flicking back and forth much like his own did, although theirs were loose and not so much a muscle as much as hair. They were different colors as well, one completely black, another a whitish gray, one golden... Fear coursed through him momentarily as for the first time he began thinking of how a dog like himself should best approach a horse. One false move and he could easily be crushed by hooves. Doing so slowly however might alarm one or all of them, or cast his character into question. Puzzling over it further he decided he would need time to watch them and grow accustomed to how they moved and interacted with each other before he attempted introducing himself and finding Bay. Sniffing around he soon caught the scent of a stream somewhere nearby though it seemed to be coming from somewhere in the valley. Slowly watching the equines he cut down the right side of the hill he stood on, then he ducked behind one of the walls making sure to keep low as he headed South to where the smell had originated. He could see as well as hear it now, trickling softly although it's pebbled path. For the most part it was clean and when bent to taste it he found it wild and tangy, somehow different from the water that he was used to. Soon he was lapping it up with abandon, thick tail wagging behind him as he scooped more and more down his gullet. "And...just who might you be?" The voice came out of nowhere and Neven was startled enough that it took him a moment to work out that it had come from behind him. Stumbling he spun round, his ears pinned to his head in slight submission and slight agitation. That voice which was quite deep and low belong to a horse, though it was one that he hadn't spotted before. It's pink and white snout blew hot breath in his face and two startling blue eyes stared right back into his. They were icy and brilliant, causing a chill to run down Nevens' spine. The horse was male, a stallion...perhaps some years older then his prime though still very impressive. His pelt was dappled, some bits of it brown while small patches of it where a rich crème color. A long white mane spilled down between his almond shaped eyes, matching his tail which stood ridged, which Neven took to mean that the creature felt challenged or at least for now aired on the side of caution until he himself proved to the horse that he meant no harm. "Who are you young fellow? Are you going to keep me waiting for an answer for the rest of the day?" he neighed shaking his head and raising an eyebrow. "No sir....that is...I mean I'm Neven..."Neven said deciding that it would be best if he kept his tail low for the time being. "And I by no means meant to trespass upon your land." "I don't believe you did Neven. Well met, though I must then ask why you are here? What business do you have here?" Gathering his courage the young dog abruptly sat on his haunches letting a friendly smile adorn his face. "Good horse I'm looking for one that's called Bay. Is he around? Might you introduce him to me?" The stallion whickered softly, drawing back and studying the young pup for a moment. Finally he replied; "You've found him Neven. I'm Bay." "Very pleased to meet you!" Neven yipped happily. Inwardly he sighed with relief. What a stroke of luck that he'd found the horse so easily! "But what do you want of me pup? Why come all the way out here just to find me" Bay asked stomping a hoof down. "You've the scent of barn on you...." "I came because I wanted to ask about my father, wanted to know if you knew him?" Bay was silent and thoughtful as if his mind had been stirred by a bunch of memories long forgotten, churned up into a small flicker of happiness. It was almost as if he wasn't sure if his guess was on target with some hope that could be shattered at any given moment. "What is your mothers' name Neven?"he nickered softly. "Shela." "Hahhh! I knew it!" The stallions' exclamation came out of nowhere causing the young mutts ears to jump, his body crouched low. "Knew what?" "That you were Shelas' son! Also and far more importantly means that you're Tuckers' son as well!" "So Tucker is my Athair?" "Yes Neven he is your father...." Bay snorted impatiently. "I should've known! That pink around your black nose, those ears and that lopsided gate you have when you walk....not to mention your eyes....all classic Tucker." "Really?" Wagging his tail Neven could hardly suppress his excitement. Finally he had found someone willing to speak freely and openly about his father! "Of course kid! I should've recognized it right away!" Before he could start asking his questions however Bay halted him with a loud whinny and a shake of his head, his bangs slapping gently along the bridge of his long face. "However...before you start bombarding me with your curiosity come...let's walk for a while and I'll tell you all that I know. I think better on my hooves in any event." With that he trotted off, Neven padding after him at a steady lope, the two of them enthralled, the horse in recounting all he knew and the dog drinking in every word. Some years back Tucker had according to Bay wandered onto the farm, needing shelter and a place to stay. He had been a wily canine with a devious streak that steamed from his wandering ways and his worldly attitude. "He had a heart of gold that 'un! Could cheer up anyone with his antics and charming demeanor" the horse assured. All of the animals had loved him, Shela back then young and completely taken with Tucker. Then came the day where the open road called and he had left, abandoning Shela to rear the pups in her belly on her own. "I miss all of the times that he would spend in the fields with me, romping round-spending all day long in the pasture with me and the others! Course me and him were the best of friends!" "Wow! I mean, I can understand why my mother might've been angry with him for leaving her...but I still wish I could've met him" Neven growled in almost a whisper. "As do I." Their conversation ebbing away into thoughts, memories and imagination they picked a spot to settled down and rest, Bay eating the tender and deep undisturbed grass of the deep pasture and Neven opting to lay his back against one of the black taxis stone walls. Every now and then when he wasn't lost in though he would huff and shift his position due to the sprouts of grass and stems of weed matter growing out of the wall. "Comfortable?" Bay raised his head, his muzzle filled with foliage, a toothy grin of amusement adorning his face as he watched the young dog. "I'm fine Bay....just wasn't aware that these walls would be like this.... I wonder if Tucker ever made the mistake of laying like this with so many weeds poking his back?" "You can bet your kibble that he did" Bay answered matter of factly. "And I'd always tease him...." The horse went back to his munching and Neven almost was about to let the conversation die again when Bay's ears perked up and another sort of smile drew itself along his mouth. It looked hungry and very different, unlike any expression he had seen before and when next the stallion spoke his voice which was already low and guttural had taken on a hint of mischief. "There is one more thing that I remember about your father Neven..." "What is it?"Neven yipped wondering at the change that had come over his newfound friend. "I...had forgotten that he made me promise that if indeed I ever was to meet you-his son- that he wanted me to impart a gift to you..." Cocking his head to one side the young dog stared quizzically at the horse. "What d'ya mean? Did he leave something behind for me?" "In a manner of speaking he did...something that he wanted me to impart to you if and when you chose to find out more about him." The horse had moved closer and closer to Neven until he was standing a few paw lengths away, looking down at the pup. "Do you trust me Neven....?" "Um....yeah, I think I do Bay..." The young dog couldn't understand why the horse would all of a sudden ask something like that. It made him feel confused. Of course he trusted the stallion! He'd been the only one to come forward about Nevens' father and tell him the truth. "Of course I do" he reaffirmed. "Why?" "This may seem and feel weird at first but I promise you...you'll enjoy it..." "Bay? What will feel weird? Wha..... It was then that the stallion bent his head down, bringing his soft cool nose up against Nevens' inner thigh, his hot breath warming the tender pink skin along the young dogs belly. He gulped and looked into those two deep blue eyes and gave the horse a sheepish and dumbfounded grin. "Bay....what are you doing?" No answer but warm breath and then to his utter dismay and complete surprise he felt something wet and strong licking at the brim of his sheath. Yipping in shock he nearly balked until he once again looked into those eyes, Bay's question once again playing in his mind; "Do you trust me?" By now his body was acting in completely alien ways that he hadn't known it could. It was as if a wave of physical gratification had crashed over his body and was wringing out his resistance. He chanced a glance down and saw his cock, red and pulsing on Bays' tongue. The horse licked him along it's tapered tip and he whined as he squirted precum inside of the horses mouth. The noise was audible and thick, the stallions slurping and the sticky mix of scents, saliva and pre fluids.... "You look like you're in heaven and like you're clueless as to why" Bay nickered casually giving him a wink. "Ooohhhh! What was that!? T...those....feelings?" he stammered, some of his own drool spilling down his muzzle. Chuckling good-naturedly Bay leaned down so that his forelegs were bent slightly and so that he was practically nuzzling the dogs' red bone. Every touch made Neven shiver and whimper, his hips humping upward in some primal urge to push his penis against Bays' warm face. "Those feelings are possible because of this delightful bit of you Neven" Bay said slyly. "It has the ability to bring you pleasure...especially when someone else tends to it like I am." "Whoa....so...so...could you do more?" Barely able to manage talking, Neven gritted his teeth as Bay took his cock into his mouth. The red spear bobbed desperately caught between the blunted edges of the stallions upper teeth and his soft wet equine tongue. Tilting Nevens' cock sideways with his muzzle Bay attempted to speak around his charge, smiling seductively as if urging on a pupil with devilish approval. "That nub at the bottom of your cock means that you're about to experience what your father intended you to soon. Are you ready for more young stud?" Eagerly Neven smiled back relishing for some unknown reason to him the feeling as well as the visual of having his penis lodged in Bays' mouth. It was overall a naughty surprise that thrilled him and he nodded in agreement. He loved the feelings this was sending through his body. Barring none it ranked as one of the best experiences of his young life! Tongue sticking out between his front teeth, legs spread to give the horse perfect access and forepaws resting upon his chest Neven barked ; "Don't stop Bay! Please.....please keep going!" Then time stood still as they looked at each other, equine and canine, young and experienced, horse and dog and then with loud and sloppy lick Bay took Nevens' cock knot and all into his long mouth, the last bit of it visible before it disappear the pink veiny tip weeping clear tears of pleasure. It happened so fast that the young dog barely had time to register what had happened before he was yelping and bucking into that heavenly orifice. He twitched inside of Bay and the horse neighed, the vibrations driving him crazy. Neven could feel something building up in his abdomen, something between his legs, a power that was in and of itself the very essence of being male. The feeling was mind crushing, absorbing all other thoughts and feelings, devouring them all and remaining behind, nearly unbearable in their place. His lower body shook visibly and he growled, flashing his friend a pleading look. It somehow felt too amazing, too good! It had to....had to be.... Bay started sucking, his massive white lips forming a tight O around the very bulb that the horse had mentioned before. Neven was on fire! His cock convulsed inside of his friends mouth and he howled out as his very first orgasm hit his world full tilt and incredible. He gasped, shivered and writhed forced to hug Bays' face to him as pure bliss rocked him and his balls emptied their load. "Ohhhhh Bay....Ooohhhhhhh BAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!" For a few moments he continued to pulse and throb, shake and moan until slowly the feeling began to ebb from him like the tide of an ocean rolling back gradually. The stallion for his part watched the canine with a tender almost fatherly air, his long muscled face blissful as he pulled off of that cock, puppy batter falling from his lips in long stings that pooled along Neven's sheath and balls and tail. For about an hour they stayed like that, comfort and peace theirs as they waited out the rest of the afternoon, relaxing together. Breaking the silence wasn't easy but after a time when the young dog had found his voice he whispered softly. "So my dad wanted me to be a naughty dog? Is that what that...that...'gift' meant?" The stallion shook his head. "No Neven. It was meant for you as a message to have fun and enjoy life. Shela has no doubt said that to be such is to be less. Living up to others expectations of us is never living but a form of death that only expands until we forget who we are" the horse stated. "It is only when we are open in heart and mind that we experience life in it's fullest and most rewarding way...." Thinking on it the pup grinned and winked. "Well" he yipped, "if that is a taste of the rewarding way of life then count me in!" They both shared a laugh together at that until Neven checked himself. His mother! "Speaking of which I probably need to get home to my mother! She'll be worried......" he added lamely. "I need some time to think about what you've said Bay." "I understand" Bay said giving himself a shake though Neven thought that the horse looked disappointed. "I will come back though my friend. I promise. I want to hear more about my Athair and learn more about.....the rewarding way of thinking..." "Aye...agreed Neven. But come back soon." Neven had already started to pad through the pasture, back the way that they both had come. "I will!" he called back over his shoulder. "Thanks Bay for everything!" He had so much to think about that his head was spinning. Part of him wanted to do as his father did, spend all day long in the pastures and maybe just maybe explore the world beyond the farm, but there was still that nagging doubt. Still a bit of him that would always be Shelas' son. No matter what happened however, he knew that he would be paying his friend Bay more visits in future. And he hoped that they both would enjoyed more exciting experiences like this one! As Bay watched the young mutt swagger off he sighed and tossed his head, thinking back on his friend Tucker. Then he watched the young dog, another sly smile gracing his lips for the second time that day. "A chip off the o'clock that one. You would be proud my old friend....indeed, I think you would be proud......"

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(rating may or may not be entirely accurate) Total feature running time: 03hr01min35sec09ms "Project Valiant: Tape One" Running time: 01hr31min12sec56ms Filmed: 04/06/02 \~ \~ 00hr:00min:23sec:01ms \~ \~ Timestamp: 00hr:00min:23sec:01ms Datestamp: 04/06/02 [\*] PLAY When he came to, darkness surrounded him. He pushed his hands out in front of him, but saw nothing. The wind whistled through some unseen cracks in the room and resonated around his confused ears. The wolf tried to remember his name, but was quite unable to. He reached out further, then realized he was in a kneeling position on a cold steel floor, his tail was crushed under him. The air suddenly felt very cold, but far from being bone-chillingly frigid. His arms suddenly came to a stop as he realized that chains were attached to his wrists, digging into his fur. Sensations rocketed through his body. He was still clothed, shoes and all. His business suit clung to his chest damply, probably from sweat. His mind raced in sudden fear. How did I get here? What am I doing here? Who am I? Who's holding me here? Where is here? Suddenly he felt his sanity snap and he just screamed in terror. The fear of the unknown and the terror of simply being chained in the dark like a deranged madman drove him into shivers and convulsions. "SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME! HELP! SOMEONE! HELP!" The wolf gasped as he felt saliva running down his muzzle from his fear and sudden will to scream. "LET ME GO! PLEASE! HELP!" He gasped and swallowed. Hard. He felt lightheaded. Oh fuck! Oh fuck! That sick fuck poisoned me! His face flushed and he felt even more lightheaded. His world swam in a flurry of television snow. Blackness met his eyes and he fell to the metal floor of his cell as he blacked out in shock. \~ \~ 00hr:07min:12sec:09ms \~ \~ When he came to it was still dark. Hours or simply seconds could have just passed from his stress-induced blackout. The smell surrounding him was nauseating. The stench of vomit and piss crept into his lungs as he tried not to hyperventilate. Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm. He chanted to himself silently. His mind slowly came down from his flight or fight response and he began to assess his situation. He shouldn't scream. He had seen enough horror movies and news stories about serial killers that he knew the first thing that the person holding him here didn't want was people coming to his rescue. The chains on his wrists proved that the killer... ...wait. Was he a killer? For that matter, was he even a single entity? He could be lying on the floor of a foreign secret prison for all he knew. He shook his head as he rubbed his temples, the chains on his wrists not proving to help his state of mind any as he tried to remember a single fact about the past day. Hell, about the past month in general. He couldn't remember anything past the point of returning home from his dead-end job at the marketing department of a poster company. Fuck! He cursed mentally. What day was that...? September, October, November, December, January, February. That's it. February something. He had been working in the marketing area for about six months now, that much was certain in this room. Now for my name. Fuck! Started with a J. I know that. Someone at that office I work for called me J-something before I left. How the hell did I forget my own fucking name?? J tugged on his chains to test their bounds. He was held fast. He reached down to his feet and also found them latched to rings in the floor. Whoever had him here didn't want him to leave. The darkness dug at his eyes as his retinas struggled for something, anything, to focus on. He blinked hard. Oh shit! Maybe I've gone blind! Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit! He rubbed his hands over his eyes, as if somehow wondering if that might stimulate them back into seeing images. Darkness once again met his gaze His fear over losing his eyesight soon turned to rage. Whoever did this to me will pay! They'll fucking pay! I'll cut out your fucking eyes and piss into your skull shitbag! You motherfucking shit! You asshole...fucking...fuck! He suddenly broke into the tears he couldn't see. How the hell am I supposed to kill someone I can't even see? A sharp sound brought his attention in front of him. A clang of metal against metal and suddenly his room was filled with blinding light as a heavy steel door was slowly opened in front of him. He moved forward, pressing himself to his knees and shielding his eyes from the almost sun-like glare of the incandescent lights outside his cell. He heard the door stop moving as it swung open, some sort of invisible locks clicking noisily into place before the faint sound of someone's footsteps disappeared into the buzz of the artificial light and air conditioning system. So I'm not blind. He thought to himself as he slowly moved his paw away, adjusting to the light. Suddenly a thought raced through his mind. He had to stop whoever just ran away! "Hey! HEY! COME BACK! HELP! HELP ME! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, HELP ME!" He screamed shrilly, his voice echoing off the metal walls. No sound came back. The footsteps completely disappeared and he was alone again. J shifted his weight, finding his restraints a little less limiting than before. He looked down, finding rusted metal locks around his wrists and ankles, not unlike those used over two hundred years ago in slave trade boats. Heavy chains were attached to them, but not attached to anything anymore. The rings that secured him to the floor had disappeared and he was free to move about. He stood up slowly, examining the room as best he could with the slight light he received from the flickering greenish light outside his cell. Nothing was unusual about the room. No doors or objects on the floor of use. He slowly made his way out of the cell and into the hallway, staying quiet now, lest he upset those who had just set him free. Anything was better than being alone in the dark in that cell. The chains around his wrists and ankles clanked noisily on the floor and against each other as he moved. J winced with each new echo as the chain resonated through the hall. Other cells with doors just like his lined the diamond plated hallway. Not a single one had a window. He randomly tried a door, but found it shut tightly. It didn't budge an inch. Probably electronically locked, like in maximum security prisons. He reasoned before he crept onward, inch by slow inch. The buzzing and flickering light overhead didn't help his state. His heart raced and thumped noisily in his chest as his eyes raced circles around the hallway, always looking behind him to see if anyone was following. He heard nor saw anything. A flicker of hope still burned in him. Maybe someone had set him free. Maybe all he had to do was find the emergency exit and run for freedom! J's heart thumped a little softer at the thought. But first he had to find his way out of his "prison block". \~ \~ 00hr:09min:57sec:30ms \~ \~ J kept his body pressed close to the wall, feeling a little safer as his profile was reduced somewhat. The greenish fluorescent lights above him were protected by metal cages and the rank of mildew and stagnant water met his nose. He stopped in the shadows where a light had broken overhead and quickly began to rummage through his pockets, trying to find something of use for him in the maze. Maybe he would find his cell or his pocketknife. His hands came up. He was missing his phone and knife, but he did find a key that he knew he had never seen before in his life. It was etched with a Russian symbol for the number five. Suddenly his mind reeled and he rubbed his eyes in shock. How the hell did he know Russian? He couldn't recall any of the language and couldn't speak it as far as he knew, but he somehow knew it! J felt around his body, trying to find anything else of use when he heard a door open and shut in the distance. He momentarily considered calling out in desperation, but fear silenced his voice. If it was the killer, he had to stay quiet. Maybe he didn't know he had left his cell yet. Heavy booted footfalls began to echo down the metal hallways of the maze. The sounds were getting closer. J panicked and looked around his environment for some kind of makeshift weapon. He crawled around on his hands and knees frantically feeling in the darkness. His hands bumped into something blunt and he brought the object into the ambient light from down the hall. It was a triangle of steel, roughly cut from some unseen wall. It was good enough. It had a mildly pointed end and would serve him well if need be. He held the weapon above his head, his hands shaking in fear as the boots came closer. He soon judged his assailant to be about twenty feet from him, in the next room. He heard a muttered curse. The man was speaking Russian. J blinked hard. Now he understood the language perfectly. Years of language training in some university in the US flooded back into his brain. He frantically searched his thoughts for anything else that might give him a clue as to how he ended up here, but came up with an absolute blank again. "Mother of god, why does everything have to break here? If those researchers don't get their ass in gear and get me some more light bulbs instead of syringes I'm gonna kill them myself." The booted man grumbled. Some sounds came to J's ears. Apparently the man was shuffling something from his body, his clothes echoing sound. He must be wearing canvas-like materials. "This is four. Another bulb broken by cellblock post. Try and find me a bulb will ya?" The man said overtly into an unseen radio. Static came back before a reply. "Got it four. We'll find one soon. Out." The man sighed deeply and clicked on his radio again. "Fine, I'm heading-" He let go of his radio as the sounds of claws on steel came down the hall. J shuddered and shrunk further against the wall, curling into a ball. Fuck! Fuck Fuck! They have dogs! I'm dead! They're gonna smell me! I'm dead FUCK! He thought to himself, holding the steel like a security blanket. But instead of hearing the whimpers and sniffling of dogs, he heard the security guard suddenly screaming into his radio. An unsnapping of a button echoed down to J's ears and suddenly gunshots began to ring out, their angry roaring making J's ears almost bleed in pain. "OH SHIT! THEY'RE HERE! MOTHERFUCKERS SOMEHOW GOT OUT!" The guard screamed into his radio before he dropped it to steady his pistol. He angrily fired at the unseen foe. J stopped counting after five shots. He just plugged his ears and waited for the animals to finish off the guard and come for him. The tearing of flesh and bone still filtered in through his plugged fingers, along with the death cries of the guard. J whimpered softly, tears streaming down his cheeks. He kept watching the hallway in front of him, wondering when the animals would smell him. But soon only the sound of a body being moved haphazardly were coming from the next room. The sound slowly faded away and left J with nothing. He heard a door being shut in the distance and the claws left his hearing. He carefully peered into the next room where the fight had taken place and almost vomited. There in the middle of the poorly lit lobby was the radio. The red LED light was still on, meaning it still had power, but it was spattered with fresh blood. The walls and ceiling were dripping with pieces of the dead guard and a skull fragment was leaning against the radio itself. J looked around the room in a panic, hoping that all the animals had left. Nothing was left except fragments of the dead guard, pieces of fur and bone lay. He quickly made his way into the room, stepping lightly lest he attract the beasts again. He steeled his will and snatched up the radio, finding a earpiece attached to it that he quickly put into his left ear. "Four? Four are you there? Answer me. Four? Hello?" A crackling voice said over the static and noise. J wasn't stupid enough to respond. He just needed to know what the guards were up to so he could avoid them. He trudged on, slowly. Never making a single decibel of noise. \~ \~ 00hr:24min:01sec:97ms \~ \~ J stopped and rested against the wall, panting heavily. The stress of this place was beginning to wear on him. He couldn't imagine how he'd make it through another ten minutes much less a few days trying to find his way out of here. It felt like he had walked a million miles and all in circles. As he walked he came across more evidence of the wild animals' work. Blood spatters decorated the wall, some of them fresh, but quite a few had dried out completely, turning dark brown and black. J stopped in the shadows of yet another "lobby". Across from him a blank guard room was situated. A large window of security glass was positioned to the left of a heavy looking metal door. Hope failed him on entering the room since some kind of security card device was built into the door itself. He looked through the window like a starving man on a grocery store. A shotgun laid on the table, ready for the taking, a box of ammunition beside it. A mostly empty first aid kit was recessed into the wall and a set of guard uniforms were folded neatly under the desk. J rubbed his sore and scraped arms, trying to warm himself up a little. This maze was probably kept at a steady 60-some degrees. He tried the door once again, first trying to find a keyhole then just shaking the handle angrily as he jammed his metal shard into the crack of the door frame, trying to somehow pry it open. The door didn't budge an inch. He sighed and backed away longingly, staring at the shotgun through the window for a few moments before moving on. He leaned around the corner to look down a fifty metre hallway, two tiny fluorescent bar lights illuminating the entire way. He pushed the tiny key back into his coat pocket as his ears flicked upwards, panting heavily as he examined the shadows, the steel shard clenched tightly in his paws. Finding nothing of interest he made his way forward down the hall, trying to silence the chains around his wrists and ankles as he walked. Droplets of fresh blood led the way like Hansel and Gretel's famous bread crumbs. J followed along, his eyes panicked and his breathing tremulous. A steel door was built into the left wall at the end of the hall. J looked around quickly, finding that due to the poor lighting and the swing direction of the door, he could easily hide in the shadows and still come up behind anyone who came through. He looked down, trying to make out the trail of blood. It stopped at the door, a faded bloody handprint on the bar handle. Spatters of more blood were at the base of the doorway, but nothing else, meaning that whoever came this way was still alive when they went through the door. J stood in the shadows behind the hinges of the door and grasped the handle, swinging it open so whoever was inside wouldn't see him. He crouched down and looked around the corner carefully and cautiously. Another cell block was inside, about ten doors on each side. The lighting here was excellent, unfortunately for the wolf, but he had to trudge on before someone found him. He quickly rounded the doorway and ran into the cellblock, trying a few doors and finding them all equally locked. He sprinted as fast as his canine legs would take him forward, finding another hallway, this one leading to the right. There were no lights here, but it was no hiding spot. His ears twitched as he could hear booted footfalls coming behind him. Oh shit! The door! It's still open! FUCK! He mentally screamed at himself as he ran for his life, his chains sounding like gongs were attached to his feet as they angrily slammed into the diamond-cut steel. Suddenly he heard a voice on his radio and the footfalls became hurried. "This is seven, I'm tracking a target. He's in cellblock five and sounds like an inmate. Permission to engage?" There was a moment of silence on the radio, enough for J to finally find a spot to hide. Near another guard post there was a row of lockers next to a door labeled "C5 Shower Area". One of the lockers was open. J began to step up into the locker before he ran down the hall instead, quickly opening the door to the shower area before he ran back, quickly squeezing inside the tiny space and shutting the door, looking out through the vent for his pursuer. "Permission granted seven. Intercept and neutralize, deadly force granted." Came a very feminine voice over his headset. J gulped as he tried not to move in his locker, lest his chains hit the sides of the locker and give away his position. He heard the booted guard coming around the corner of the cellblock and a hammer of a gun being pulled back. He listened intently on his radio, fearing that reinforcements would arrive for the booted figure. Within moments J suddenly saw a set of horns appear in front of his locker. His heartbeat raced and he struggled to breath, but the horns were pointing perpendicular to him at the shower door. J looked closely at his attacker, finding him to be a slightly emaciated bull, but his muscle tone taken care of. The bull wore a blue uniform, the symbol of three interlocking triangles patched on the sleeve of his shirt. A light utility belt was around his waist, with extra pockets for pistol clips and a holster for his handgun. He was probably a runner, but not a fighter. J smiled slightly and gripped the metal shard confidently. If need be, he knew that he could easily overpower the bull. The guard looked around suspiciously before he came on the open door to the shower area. J saw the smug smile on his face as he leveled his pistol and began to walk towards the open door. J grinned and before the bull could take another step, threw the door open to his locker and sprung on the guard. The bull looked back with panic in his eyes and tried to bring his pistol back around to point at J. The wolf however was too close for any movement. J literally fell on top of his foe, steel shard in hand, knocking the gun out of "Seven's" hands. J grunted and threw his fists in a fury into Seven's face. He gripped the steel tightly and began to wail on the bull's face and muzzle, the extremely dull point bruising and breaking the skin of the bull's face everywhere it fell. After the first blow hit him, Seven simply tried to curl up into a ball, trying to avoid the blows and screamed for mercy. J howled with fury and continued to assault the bull, crashing his metal chunk through the broken fingers of the guard and into his skull. He jammed the metal shard through the bull's eye sockets angrily, feeling blood flow and spurt as he messily gouged out his eyes. J continued to beat the bull until Seven's hands fell uselessly to his sides, messy compound fractures sticking out of his flesh and his muscles twitching in the aftershocks of the brutal attack. J hit the bull one last time, crushing his face in until he was unrecognizable. J felt his neck and found no pulse and he leaned back, shocked at what he had just done. He looked down at his hands, his gray fur now soaked in the blood of his enemy. Fragments of skull and brain matter were stuck between his fingers and he quickly wiped his paws on his pants. He almost yelped in surprise when his radio earpiece came back to life. "Seven, report." The obviously female voice asked on the radio. She was hailing all radio channels at once to get a response. "Have you found him yet? Seven?" J wanted so badly to retaliate. Yes, he fucking found me! But now his jaw is laying under the table, so he can't answer right now. J growled in fury. He wanted to badly to kill whoever put him here. He quickly scrambled over to the pistol and laid it next to the lockers as he hurriedly searched the guard, finding a set of keys, bullets and a few other assorted documents. J opened up the wallet and found a magnetized keycard and his heart raced with joy. Maybe it would open the guard post and he could get at the shotgun. He dropped everything into every pocket he could find on himself and grunted as he lifted up the dead bull, his stomach churning as he felt a warm spray of blood on his back as he pushed the guard into the locker. J slammed the door shut and blocked the door with a pen he had found on number seven. The door bulged, but didn't fall open. J quickly turned around, picking up his pistol and dashing for the guard room, keycard held in his teeth and gun at ready. "Seven? Seven! Report." J smiled. His hope came aflame again. I'm going to get out of here! I just know it! \~ \~ 00hr:41min:12sec:03ms \~ \~ LOGIN: A\_SHULPES PASS: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* VERIFICATION: \*\*\*\* AUTHORIZATION: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*-\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* TIMESTAMP: 00:41:12:03, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED IN, APPROVED BY X\_MALEH REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE! A\_SHULPES \> ./STUDY/VIDEO\_AR/JRD/XXA/000000-004999/ A\_SHULPES \> LIS A\_SHULPES \> 000000-000499.XXA 000500-000999.XXA 001000-001499.XXA 001500-001999.XXA 002000-002499.XXA 002500-002999.XXA 003000-003499.XXA 003500-003999.XXA 7 FILES (1 HIDDEN) A\_SHULPES \> R\_XXA 003500-003999.XXA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . R\_XXA - ARCHIVE ANALYZED. PROCESS TIME: 02 SECS 91 MS WHITE FLAGS: 0 RED FLAG EVENTS: 4 BLACK FLAGS: 0 CAUTIONS: 1 CAUTION! RED FLAGS EXCEED ACCEPTABLE LEVELS! DETAILS: RED FLAG1: LURING (003509) RED FLAG2: PHYSICAL ATTACK (003617) RED FLAG3: VIOLENT AGGRESSION/BODY DISFIGUREMENT (003733) RED FLAG4: CONCEALMENT OF A BODY (003986) SEND REPORT TO X\_MALEH? Y COMMENT? Y COMMENT: MR MALEH, JRD HAS ATTACKED AND KILLED A MAZE GUARD. HIS BODY IS HIDDEN IN A LOCKER NEAR C5 SHOWER BLOCK. WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO ABOUT THE BODY? . . REPORT SENT ^X A\_SHULPES \> MAIL NEW EMAIL RECEIVED. OPEN NOW? Y --- FR: X\_MALEH TO: A\_SHULPES SUB: 003000-003499.XXA REPORT YOU WERE WISE TO BRING THIS TO MY ATTENTION SHULPES. HOWEVER, THE PROGRAM WILL CONTINUE UNABTED, DESPITE THE VIOLENT NATURE OF OUR TEST SUBJECT. HIS RATIONALE IS PERFECT, THOUGH BRUTAL. LEAVE THE BODY WHERE IT IS. IT COULD PROVE TO BE A USEFUL TOOL IN THE NEAR FUTURE. FORWARD THIS REPORT AND MY EMAIL TO PLANNING, LET THEM DEAL WITH THE BODY. \-X\_MALEH PROJECT VALIANT\_JRD --- MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> FWD \*.CURRENT \~PLANNING . . MAIL FORWARDED. [NEW EMAIL RECIEVED, AUTHOR: AUTOSYS\_PLANNING] ^X A\_SHULPES \> LOGOUT TIMESTAMP: 00:46:97:22, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED OUT \~ \~ 00hr:46min:97sec:22ms \~ \~ J hadn't slept in days. He knew that now. He leaned heavily against the frame of the guard room door, the magnetic keycard held weakly in his left paw as he groaned. Bearly able to keep his eyes open from the sudden exhaustion he felt. Maybe it was just the shock of having just killed someone. Maybe his psyche was revolting against him for the brutal murder. He groaned again and slipped the card through the magnetic slot, hearing a click and beep somewhere beyond the cotton stuck in his head. He grasped the handle and hauled the suddenly massive door open, using his foot to close it again. He had the sense of mind to flick off the light before he fell onto the cold steel floor, passing out. \~ \~ 00hr:47min:13sec:21ms - 01hr:11min:56sec:01ms \~ \~ The wolf laughed happily as he suddenly found himself back in the club. He grinned and tilted his beer back, chugging half the bottle in one go. He giggled giddily in his drunken stupor and staggered around the bar area, looking for a date for the night. He didn't care who he picked up, as long as they were hot and tight. His vision must have blurred from all the alcohol surging through his veins, but he couldn't make out who in the club was available and who wasn't. He could vaguely make out their relative species, but nothing else. The wolf laughed and plopped himself down on the nearest empty barstool, ordering another beer amid a storm of laser light shows and cigarette smoke. Somewhere in the bar, someone was giving off musk, so sex seemed to be a part of this place. The intoxicated wolf threw his arm around the nearest fur to him, finding a sleek and soft coat of foxfur in his arms. The fox squirmed slightly before settling in, but somehow the wolf couldn't see the fox's face since it was turned away from him. He poked the fox in the arm playfully, finding a tight fitting white cutoff shirt around the top of the vulpine. "Hey there b-beautiful!" He managed to slur out. He was surprised he hadn't puked his guts out yet, it felt like he had drank half a keg by himself. "I want to buy you a drink!!" The fox didn't turn. The wolf growled softly, his voice a little more playful than demanding as he poked the fox again, hoping the fox was in heat and hoped more so that she had a good rack. But the fox still did not respond. The wolf growled lustily and pulled the fox's other shoulder towards him, forcing the fox to look him in the eyes. When the fox was finally looking towards him, the wolf simply cocked his head in puzzlement. The fox didn't have a face. Clear cut as that. The muzzle of the candid was well defined, along with the nose and ears, but the area where the lips and eyes should be was just a pure sheen of fur. The wolf grinned and began to laugh. He looked down and noticed that this fox was definitely male. "No boobies!" The wolf stated drunkenly before he fell to the bar, laughing his ass off. He pounded his fist on the bartop and suddenly noticed that the bartender also was missing a face, but making drinks with the same gusto of someone with perfect vision. The wolf turned back to the faceless fox. "Fuck off man. I gotta find me a female to fuck tonight!" The wolf proudly stated before stumbling off, his beer somehow regenerating in his paw to full capacity. He looked around the "club" and found himself back in the cell he had started in, but the laser lights not ceasing. The music playing was the constant screams of both disfigured guards put against the background of punches and the howls and barks of wild animals. The wolf laughed again and began to dance, the club suddenly empty and the chains reappearing on his wrists, attaching him to the floor again. He screamed and fell on his back as the chains tightened, holding him in a spread eagle position as the room began to collapse on top of him... \~ \~ 01hr:11min:59sec:99ms \~ \~ J awoke with a start, grabbing onto the floor in fear as he felt his world suddenly open up. The "faceless club" and the collapsing cell disappeared into the corners of his mind and he quickly forgot the entire incident. J looked around for the shotgun he had seen earlier. He stretched painfully, wishing he was at home, where ever home was as he found the table, greedily picking up the rifle and checking the magazine for shells. He checked the gun, marveling how easily he found out that the gun was fully loaded. He quickly turned around to check his surroundings, the chains still attached to his ankles and wrists clinking with his every move. He began to rummage through the drawers where he found the shotgun, looking for some kind of master key to unlock his cuffs. He came across a small ringlet of keys, excitedly trying every one and eventually freed himself from his bonds, rubbing his wrists and ankles to try and ease the pain there. He happened across a fresh guard uniform, neatly folded and tucked away under the table that he quickly put on, savoring the feel of dry clothes against his damp fur. J closed his eyes slowly and breathed deeply, trying to imagine he was somewhere else. It didn't work. He was still here in that maze of death. He sighed deeply and reached towards the wall, picking up a gun belt and slipping it on quickly. Within minutes he was indistinguishable from any of the other patrols in this place. He found a gun strap and threw the shotgun over his back and, emptying the first aid kit into his pockets on his way out, he was back in hell. \~ \~ Timestamp unknown \~ \~ RECONSTRUCTED LOGFILE, TIMESTAMP MISSING UNAUTHORIZED ACCESS OF NETWORK RESOURCES BY USER: I\_FIGH FORWARDED TO: X\_MALEH SENT: 04/06/02 READ: [STILL IN INBOX, LOGFILE NOT READ YET] LOGIN: I\_FIGH[MISSING DATA] PASS: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* VERIFICATION: \*\* AUTHORIZATION: \*-\*\*\*\*\*\* [MISSING DATA]:87 USER I\_FIGH LOGGED IN. WARNING! APPROVAL NOT PRESENT! OVERRIDE DETECTED! REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL [MISSING DATA]CLEANED AN[MISSING DATA]SUBJECTS ARRIVE! I\_FIGH \> ./STUDY/VIDEO\_AR/JRD/XXA/000000-004999/ I\_FIGH \> R\_XXA 003500-003999.XXA . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 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TS\_READER COMPLETE [MISSING DATA]USER I\_FIGH LOGGED OUT \~ \~ 01hr:19min:09sec:61ms \~ \~ J held his shotgun at ready, the stock pressed securely into his shoulder as he watched his surroundings in careful study. The dripping of stagnant water met his ears and the smell of mold met his nose. He wrinkled his brow slightly at the musty smell as he walked among the C5 showers, the tiled walls covered in green mildew and hard-water damage. His ears twitched slightly as he heard the sound of claws softly tapping in the distance and very quietly hid behind one of the shower walls. The tiny cubicle shower areas consisted of a five foot square wall between every rusted shower head, separating the showering individual from the man beside him. J raised his shotgun to the ready and breathed shallowly, noticing how every sound he made was angrily amplified off the tiles. He waited in silence as the tapping grew louder and closer, until he estimated the creature was in the shower cubicle directly behind him. J held his breath, his ears lowering on his head in his extreme anxiety as he closed his eyes for a second, listening. The heavy breathing was at least five feet away, but no less vivid as he heard the sickening crunch of bone. He opened his eyes suddenly, expecting the worst, but the creature was still no where in sight. The crunch echoed again in the showers, along with the sound of something hollow being dragged on the floor. J resisted the urge and need to whimper in fear and slowly let out the breath he had been holding to take in some more air. The creature stayed where it was for several minutes, the sounds of the bones hitting the floor growing softer. J looked around in a panic as the anxiety began to grip his mind. The lighting in the area was extremely poor. Only a few lights were left to illuminate the entire small warehouse-sized shower block. His eyes constantly strained to not trip over his own feet or walk into a wall. J's mind began to shut down in defense, unable to take the stress anymore. Oh what the fuck? What the fuck what the fuck? He said to himself, releasing the forearm of the shotgun and running his fingers through his hair. When is it gonna make a move? I can't deal with this! The creature seemed to have it's fill and the bone-crunching stopped. The taps of it's claws began again as it turned around, circling around the shower. The echoes made it almost impossible for J to pinpoint where the creature was. He forced his paw back to his gun, holding it in place if he happened to see the monster stalking him. "What the hell am I doing here?" J swiveled his ears in circles, trying to find the source of the voice he had just distinctively heard. The creature didn't seemed stirred by the voice, since the tapping of his claws on the tile remained unchanged in tempo or intensity. J brought in his legs and sat with his back to the tile, resting the gun on his knees, still pointing it at the aisle between showerheads in front of him. The tapping began to fade but then suddenly began to grow closer to him. "I didn't ask to be here." J looked around him at the second statement. It was much louder than before. Whoever was saying it was an absolute fool. Didn't he hear the claws and the creature?!? "There has to be a way out of here-no! FUCK! No way out, no way out!" J inwardly groaned in frustration. Why didn't the creature hunt down whoever was talking instead of walking in his direction?! Was it deaf? "I had to! He was coming right at me!" "He was going to kill me!" "I had to kill him, I had to!" "No one can know what I've been doing!" The wolf smiled smugly. The creature would hear this asshole soon and would rip him to pieces, then he could make his escape under the cover of this dumbasses' screams. I'm not supposed to be here! They won't be fooled by your uniform J! They're all around! Why do you think there is anybody even here? They're watching me! All the time! Then it dawned on him. The voice didn't echo like everything else did in the shower. They were inside his own head... GET UP! He deserved it! Why the hell do you think he's even guarding a god-forsaken hole like this? GET UP! Why do you think there's guard areas and booths in here? GET UP! Who was that man who freed you? GET UP! He was part of the plot! They tied you to the floor! GET UP! There is no one else in here! There is no creature! No monster! Talk! Talk to it! GET UP! No one can hurt you in here! How do you think you were released? GET UP! You can't find a way out! Maybe this is a dream! Yeah! Shoot yourself! Shoot yourself in the head. That's a way out! Like poking yourself with a pin when you're in a falling dream! That always woke you up before...THINK! Think about it! This is a FUCKING DREAM! GET UP! Change it! You can control your nightmares! GET UP! Tell the monster to go away, to break down the wall. The open fields of gold are just on the other side! The heaven and glances of God! You can kill him! He put you here! He chained you to the floor and killed that man using the metal shard! GET UP! You're pathetic! You know that? GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! GET UP! And so, that's exactly what he did. He obeyed. The wolf stood, an oblivious smile on his face as he noisily made his way out into the shower area. He slowly lowered his shotgun, suddenly realizing the uselessness of it as he let it rest to his side, just barely carrying the weapon before he dropped it on the floor altogether with a light tap of plastic and steel against concrete. For the wolf, the walls began to evaporate where they were and suddenly he saw his "fields of gold in the arbor of God". He reached his paw out, blinking at the wonderful illusion he had unknowingly created as he opened his muzzle, whispering out little praises for his creation as he walked forward, the tapping of the creature and the angry snarls long forgotten. The wolf closed his eyes slightly, his eyes rolling back in his head... This is it J! The fields! No one can stop me now! I'm free of the maze! The dream! The middle long. No one will capture me again. No one can find me in the fields of gold of God of angels of loveliness. I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! I'm free! But, just as quickly as his vision had materialized, the dreamy fields of golden light vanished, shoving his brain back into his tired body and the claustrophobic spaces of his maze of death returning. He backed up against the tiled wall in horror. No! No! I was so close! Why?! Why the fuck?! Who did this to me! They did it! Bastards want to control my afterlife too! You hear me? You can't control where I die! I will reach the fields, even with your conspiracy! He whirled around in circles, opening his eyes to find himself in a burning room, the walls and ceiling glowing white hot and flames dancing on his fur. He screamed and began to jump up and down, although he couldn't feel any heat. He slapped and rubbed his fur in a panic, trying to douse the flames, but finding them untouchable. He finally dropped to his knees as his entire body became engulfed and closed his eyes, accepting his death... \~ \~ 02hr:52min:44sec:05ms \~ \~ LOGIN: A\_SHULPES PASS: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* VERIFICATION: \*\*\*\* AUTHORIZATION: \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*-\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* TIMESTAMP: 02:52:44:05, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED IN, APPROVED BY X\_MALEH REMEMBER! DETAIL IS KEY! ALL WORK AREAS MUST BE IMPECCABLY CLEANED AND PREPARED BEFORE SUBJECTS ARRIVE! A\_SHULPES \> MAIL MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> COMPOSE NEW --- FR: A\_SHULPES TO: X\_MALEH SUB: PSYCHOTIC BREAK OBSERVED MR. MALEH, WE HAVE OBSERVED A PSYCHOTIC BREAK IN THE SUBJECT. I HAVE ATTACHED THE NECCICARY R\_XXA REPORT TO THIS EMAIL FOR YOUR REVIEW ALONG WITH MY PELIMINARY PYCHOLOGICAL EXAMINATION OF THE SUBJECT. HE IS CURRENTLY BEING TAKEN TO THE SECOND COMPOUND FOR A PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET. I BELIEVE IT IS HARMFUL TO RELEASE HIM BACK INTO THE TARGET ENVIROMENT, DUE TO HIS EXTREME DELUSIONS. I FEAR THAT IT IS TOO MUCH FOR HIS PSYCHE AND HE WILL HAVE ANOTHER BREAK SIMPLY FROM BEING RETURNED TO THE COMPOUND, THEREFORE UNBALANCING THE EXPERIMENT. I HAVE INCLUDED FURTHER RECCOMENDATIONS IN MY REPORT. \-A\_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT\_JRD ATTACHMENTS: 011500-022999.XXA, PSYCH\_JRD\_RPT1.TXT SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . . . . . . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 3.5SEC) MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> COMPOSE NEW --- FR: A\_SHULPES TO: W\_FINCH SUB: SENDING ANOTHER YOUR WAY WILL, I HAVE ANOTHER ONE FOR YOU. SINCE YOU HAVE ROOT ACCESS, REVIEW THE COMPILED XXA FILE I HAVE IN MY PSYCHOLOGY FOLDER (011500-022999.XXA). THE SUBJECT IS EXTREMELY DELUSIONAL, SO HE WILL BE TOUGH TO RESET. AFTER HIS PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, ISOLATE AND SEDATE HIM UNTIL I RECIEVE WORD FROM MR. MALEH. I PUT IN A GOOD WORD FOR YOU WITH THE REPORT I FILED WITH MALEH, SO I DOUBT HE WILL REINTRODUCE THE SUBJECT TO THE TARGET ENVIROMENT. HE SHOULD BE ALL YOURS IN ABOUT ANOTHER TWENTY MINUTES OR SO. HAPPY HUNTING. -A\_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT\_JRD SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 9MS) [NEW EMAIL RECIEVED, AUTHOR: X\_MALEH] NEW EMAIL RECEIVED. OPEN NOW? Y --- FR: X\_MALEH TO: A\_SHULPES SUB: RE: PSYCHOTIC BREAK OBSERVED THE SUBJECT'S MIND HAS BECOME TOO DAMAGED TO CONTINUE THE ORIGINAL EXPERIMENT. HOWEVER, WHILE I AGREE WITH THE DECISION TO SEND HIM TO COMPOUND TWO, I THINK WE CAN STILL SALVAGE THIS EXPERIMENT. I HAVE ALREADY INSTRUCTED FINCH ON WHAT TO DO WITH JRD WHEN HE GETS TO COMPOUND TWO. TO SUMMERIZE: I INSTRUCTED HIM TO CONTINUE WITH THE PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, BUT TO ARM JRD AND ENGAGE THE CAMERA SYSTEM. NOT ONLY WILL WE GET QUITE AN ENTERTAINING HUNT ON TAPE, BUT WE CAN USE THE PROCEEDS OF THE TAPE TO FUND NEW ADDITIONS TO COMPOUND ONE. AND FINCH HAS BEEN GETTING BORED LATELY WITH SIMPLE EXECUTIONS. HE NEEDS SOME PRACTICE ON A LIVE SUBJECT. INFORM MY PERSONAL TAPE EDITOR. I WANT THIS TO BE A VIDEO THE FANS WILL REMEMBER FOR YEARS TO COME. \-X\_MALEH PROJECT VALIANT\_JRD --- MAIL\_A\_SHULPES \> COMPOSE NEW --- FR: A\_SHULPES TO: D\_CARRON SUB: NEED YOUR SERVICES MR. CARRON, WE REQUIRE YOUR SERVICES IN EDITING A NEW SNUFF VIDEO FOR PUBLIC RELEASE. MR. MALEH HAS REQUESTED THAT YOU TAKE CHARGE OF THE EDITING PROCESS TO MAKE IT THE BEST WE HAVE RELEASED IN YEARS. WE ARE CURRENTLY FILMING THE SUBJECT, BUT NO MATTER WHAT THE OUTCOME, IT IS GOING TO BE QUITE ENTERTAINING. JUST A LITTLE FYI FOR YOU, PELIMINARY DETAILS OF THE PROJECT ARE PROVIDED BELOW: VICTIM: JAMES ROBERT DENT HUNTER: WILLIAM ADLER FINCH SETTING: COMPOUND TWO, WEST WING. MR. DENT IS CURRENTLY UNDERGOING A PSYCHOLOGICAL RESET, BUT WILL BE ARMED AND SET LOOSE IN THE WING. FINCH HAS AN EXTREME AFFINITY FOR THE THEATRICAL AND DENT SHOULD PROVE TO BE A WORTHY ADVERSARY. \-A\_SHULPES OBSERVATION FOR VALIENT\_JRD SEND MAIL? Y SENDING. . MAIL SENT (TIME ELAPSED 5MS) ^X A\_SHULPES \> LOGOUT TIMESTAMP: 03:15:11:59, USER A\_SHULPES LOGGED OUT \~ \~ 03hr:55min:00sec:98ms \~ \~ J awoke shivering. He opened his eyes then quickly shut them again. White walls surrounded him and he found it difficult to move around. His mouth felt dry and his lips were bleeding and sore. He forced his eyes open again, braving the pain that suddenly filled his head as he lifted his muzzle from the floor. He couldn't lift his head up all the way, but found himself in a white padded room, approximately seven feet by seven feet by seven feet. He tried to pick himself up, but looked down to find a straight jacket wrapped tightly around his chest. His hands were held immobile at his sides and his feet were bound. The wolf rolled over onto his side and found a rubber ball gag in his mouth. He tried to bite down, but the gag held steady. The wolf whimpered and rolled onto his back, finding no ceiling light, but rather at the junction of every wall there were Plexiglas covered incandescent light tubes that shone harshly on him after the dim lighting of the maze of death he had just left. The pain in his skull prevented the voices he heard to leave him in peace for a few minutes. He looked around his padded cell, his vision blurring terribly. His eyes felt as if they would simply roll out of his head if he didn't close his eyes, so he didn't fight it. The wolf closed his eyes tightly and curled up into a ball on the floor, fighting against his jacket for some kind of comfort so he could go to sleep and dream that he was away from this nut job room that he didn't belong in... \~ \~ PLEASE INSERT VHS OR DVD MARKED "PROJECT VALIANT: PART TWO" STOP [-] 01:31:12:56

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Title: Kelly's Story by Michael J. Simmons Tags: Angst, Character Development, M/F, Plot Development, Pregnancy Kelly's Story {Continuation} (A conception Story) By Michael J. Simmons Adult Text & Content: If you are under the age of 18, or easily offended by sexual content (i.e. - explicit in nature), Between Men & Women/ Men or Men/ Woman or Woman or Group sex, for that manner any type of sex in general. Then please do not read on. Kelly was nervous. The last time she was this nervous was on the night she gave away her virginity. She stood in front of the mirror at the bathroom sink, trembling. Her eyes looked down at the counter at the little stick with its little window mocking her with its one pink line in the shape of a "-"symbol. It was the weekend after last and she had waited with growing impatience until now to find out if she was with child (again); she still had five or so minutes to wait or so. She could hear the sounds of laughter and mock indignation as the rest of the family, Michael, David, Michelle and Cassie, were playing Life. Walking out of the bathroom to get away from the little stick and its mocking - sign, "easy to read...right!" She snorted in disgust. She walked casually through the master bedroom that she shared with Michael and stopped to let her hands caress over the satin sheets that only last week had held them both as they made love. She stared at the four-poster, mahogany king-sized bed. Her eyes gazed over the rest of the room, from the dresser in the right hand corner that held their clothes to the vanity mirror desk set that Michael had bought for her on their honeymoon. She turned to see a small recliner chair, in the other corner; next to that was an antique rolltop desk. Her gaze roved around the room until she focused on the double doors that lead to the private balcony upstairs. She walked over to them and gently opened the door, going outside. Stepping outside she inhaled the clean night air; the stars were twinkling in their nighttime glory in the clear air. Michael had encouraged her to move to an area that was far enough removed from the city to give them some privacy. She had admitted that it was one of his better ideas and upon seeing this house she had fallen in love with its location, even if it was a stone bitch to get into and out of during winter time. Smiling fondly, she wrapped her arms around herself, savoring the quiet of the night. Turning around, she went back inside and crossed the room to another door that led into what the realtor had called a home office. In here, in there off time, both of them had spent the past three months converting this bare room with its stark colors into a nursery. They're thinking was that wishing and a positive thought about having a baby will help make it so. She rested one hand on the crib rail after she came through the door. The crib was a smooth burnished wood that Michael had spent about a month refurbishing along with the dresser/changing table, which though empty, would hold the baby's clothes. Her eyes took in the colors of the room, which they had all helped paint. She had found an interesting thing online; a kind of paint by numbers set for a bedroom, so they had proceeded to paint the place in a soothing woodland setting theme. The ceiling was painted black but held the bright colors of stars and a moon. On one of the walls there stood a unicorn. Cassie had suggested it but David, the artist of their little troop had drawn and painted it in. The creature looked like it was going to walk right out the picture. The room's floor was covered with a thin green carpet, which had a blue rug cut in an odd shape in the middle of the floor that was meant to resemble a lake. Her eyes drifted over the rocking chair and footstool that had been bought as an early gift for her by Michael. Next to that was a small bookshelf, which already had a small collection of bedtime books for baby. She stood alone in the darkened room, with her hands wrapped around herself. Just the thought that she might be pregnant made her go slightly weak in the knees; if everything that happened last weekend was for naught, she did not know what they would do. Since a year after the birth of her daughter, Michelle, she had wanted to have another baby, but each time she thought she was pregnant it never happened. Then she had met Michael and his children. Upon meeting him, first online, then in person, she knew with certainty that she would have a child, and not just for her. Now she wanted to have a baby for him as well, to see a child with her brown eyes and his black hair, or vice versa; she really did not care. She just wanted to have a baby to hold in her arms and love, care for, and nurture. She crossed to the rocking chair and sat down. Pulling up one of the pillows on the floor, she laid it across her belly. She closed her eyes, savoring the feel and weight on her stomach, also the comfort of the chair in which she sat, her imagination starting to run off with her as she fell into sleep. Michael slowly walked up the stairs; he smiled ruefully as he carried his seven-year-old daughter up the stairs to her bedroom. He had left the two teenagers, his two step-children, alone down in the den to their own amusements as he made his way to his younger daughter's bedroom. Quietly opening the door, he entered into the room decorated in Unicorns, Fairies and the like. He helped her out of her clothes and she sleepily got into her nightgown and climbed into bed. Kissing his daughter good night, he walked out of her room and closed the door. He walked down the hall to the master bedroom, knocking quietly on the door as he entered. He found the rooms empty, but the bathroom light on. He barely acknowledged the other two doors left open. He walked into the bathroom to check on Kelly only to find it empty. As he turned to leave, he spotted the E.P.T. test stripe on the counter. Looking at it closer, he noticed the indicator in the window. Checking over the paperwork and the log made by his wife, he noted the time she started and what time it was now. Smiling, he walked out of the bathroom with the stick in hand. Going first to the porch he looked out there. "Kelly," he said quietly into the night as he looked around the balcony, not seeing her. He turned, and then seeing the door to the nursery was opened he walked towards the room, stopping at the doorway. He saw his wife asleep in the maternity rocker he bought. The light of the moon was coming through the window in the baby's room, lighting her with its luminescence, the pillow laid on her belly just so, so that at first to his eyes it looked like she was already heavy with child, and her face had a content look of peace and happiness on it. The light from the moon also shone on the unicorn painting behind her, illuminating the great beast, making it seem more alive then ever before. As it hovered there behind and over his wife, he walked quietly into the room. He knelt down next to her, placing his hand on the pillow. "Kel," he said, "wake up, hon..." he crept a little closer and kissed her gently on the cheek. Murring slightly she woke up, stretching out and causing the pillow to fall. "How long was I asleep?" she asked, still half asleep. "About an hour or so. I just put Cassie to bed and David and Michelle are downstairs watching a movie or playing on the computers. I just came in to check on you and found you in here asleep and looking, might I add, very maternal in appearance." His eyes gleamed at his little joke, and she smiled at him. "The test... Oh my god, I forgot the test." she exclaimed, as she tried to get out of the chair. "It is okay, I have it right here," he said, his voice starting to thicken with emotion. "Would you like to know, now?" Kelly held her breath, nodding, hoping and praying. "Congratulations, Kelly... You are a Mom, again," he said while placing his hand on her belly, and kissing her gently, first on her cheeks, then on her lips. She clasped her husband around his shoulders kissing him back, their pent up emotions flooding out of them as they celebrated quietly in the nursery. Gently he held his wife as they kissed passionately in the nursery. He felt her hands start to skim his back. Standing up, he helped her up out of the rocking chair, still holding her as carefully as if she were a porcelain doll. He looked at her, his hands gently drying her tears of joy, happiness and release of pent anxieties. Her hands came to the top of her shirt and started to slowly unbutton it one button at a time. "Kel... We do not have to do..." She placed the tips of her right finger on his lips and making a small husing sound she quieted her husband. "I want to;" she said her voice low and throaty" I want to feel my husband making love to me, right here and right now." She then proceeded to gently push him down to his knees so that he was looking up at her; she finished with the unbuttoning of her blouse. Then dropping her blouse slightly,it came to rest on her elbows, revealing her bare skin to the open air and moon light that was still shining through the window. She reached behind her back to unfasten her bra. Allowing that and her shirt to fall to the floor, she then proceded to undo her pants, dropping that and her panties. Kelly stood before her husband, the moonlight highlighting her naked glory. Michael knelt there stunned; he had never seen this side of her before. Sure, they had made love in kinky and sometime inappropriate places. But here and now, his breath caught in his throat. He felt as if the maiden herself had come down to him and inhabited the body of his wife. He stayed there, not making a sound as she appraoached him. Her hand caressed his cheek as she pressed her naked body against his head. He kissed her taut belly that soon would grow in girth with their child. He felt her hands slowly encircle his head, holding him close as his lips and tongue continues their slow and sensous process over her belly/womb. He lowered himself a bit and gently kissed and bit at her vulva. His hands curved around her thighs to her buttocks to hold her in his arms as he gently licked and teased her moistening vulva. The dance moved with slow passion as he licked his wife until she shuddered in a light orgasm. Kelly then brought her hands back to the front of his head, and slowly bade him rise. She then lightly kissed him on the lips, scenting and tasting herself on them. She proceeded to pull up his Polo shirt, pulling that over his head, her hands skimming over his chest, noting the slight paunch of middle age in his stomach, the matt of black hair on his chest. SHe brought her lips to his chest and kissed and licked him, sending small shudders up from the base of his spine. This she continued until she reached his pants, there unbuckling the belt and unbuttoning his jeans. She helped him out of his clothing including his shoes and socks. He stood now naked before her,a s she gently kneaded and massaged his manhood, which had sprung fully erect from the concealment of his clothing. Down on her knees she then started to kiss the head of his shaft, gently licking and suckling as her mouth slowly encircled him. The fingers of her right hand she gently toyed with his testicles while she slowly and languidly tongued her husbands stiffening manhood. Sucking a bit of precum from him, she pushed herself backwars until she lay on the floor, her feet planted with her knees pointing upright, She held her hands in invitation to him. Gently he lowered himself to his goddess and slowly covering her body with his, entered her. The feel of her smooth skin against his, the feel of the smooth walls of her womanhood as it fully engulfed his manhood made him shudder anew. They moved in slow and sensuous motions, passions building with their kissing. Their lovemaking took on a whole new meaning and level of intimacy. His hands played gently with her breasts, while her hands alternated between loving caresses and digging furrows in his back.Beginning gently, their motions became faster as both their bodies became ready for the final conclusion. Their breathing becoming more labored until finally she cried out in sensual relief as she felt her husband explode deep into her already pregnant wopmb, filling her with his seed and love, collapsing over her. As their senses slowly came back to them. Gently getting up from the floor, they quitely padded back into their bedroom and went to bed. To sleep, perchance to dream of the new life that they had made.

FSE

Title: Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik by Von Krieger Tags: Bisexual, Elf, Half-Dragon, Hermaphrodite, Magic, Master/Pet, Mind Control, Oral, Transformation, Unbirthing Dragonslayer Reparations: Mistress Mellik by Von Krieger Sleep came and went, filled for both with dreams of dragons and sex. Sweet dreams for Mellik, and horrific nightmares for Krissa. The Sire Jeyarr awoke with a yawn, stretching hir arms, legs, and wings. Shi found hir pet nearby, the elf looking at hir with wide eyes, half in awe, half in fear. "Mistress, what did you do to me?" she whimpers, "I can't get away. I can't pick up my sword if I even think of using it to hurt you. I can't bring myself to put on the clothes in my backpack. I can't stop thinking of you as my Mistress. Please, I won't hurt another dragon as long as I live, I swear." Mellik chuckled and gave hir new toy a soft caress on the cheek. "Of course you won't, little one. You're going to be right here by my side, tending to my desires, and tending to your own clutches of eggs." Krissa gritted her teeth, but she couldn't help but lean into the touch. "Please, I don't want to be like this. I don't want... don't... don't... NNRRRRGH! Why can't I say what I'm thinking?" the elf asked pleadingly. Her mistress just kept stroking her. "Because you can't lie to your mistress." "I shouldn't want to fuck dragons. I shouldn't want to lay your eggs. I don't want to be your pet, but I can't even raise a hand against you. I can't get out of sight of you without feeling nervous and afraid. If I walk any further then that rock over there I'm so filled with fear that I have to rush right back over here and sit next to you. I... I... oh gods, I want to... want to do things to you. I want to pleasure you in such repugnant ways. There are these images in my mind - I don't know where they're from, but they're so disgusting, and exciting. Please, make this stop. I don't want to be like this," Krissa pleaded, hugging the dragoness tightly. "Ssssh, you're just frightened because it's all so new to you. You're my pet now; it's the purpose you were meant for. To bring pleasure to dragons, not pain. Now why don't you please your mistress by doing one of those revolting and arousing things that are in your head?" the Sire Jeyarr purrs. Krissa licked her lips, "Oh no... please... no..." she whispered, unable to stop herself. The elf kissed Mellik's shoulder, her tongue darting out of her mouth, tracing down brown and grey scales, over silver markings and tanned skin, down her mistress' belly to the dragoness's groin. Mellik purred as the elven girl lapped at hir sheath-slit. Shi let hir maleness slide free into Krissa's awaiting mouth. The Jeyarr in training whimpered softly as she felt the warm, slick organ slip in between her lips. "Mmmm... very nice, pet. But unfortunately, in this position, I'm not at all able to return the favor. Go ahead and pleasure yourself, pet. I don't mind." Mellik said with a cruel chuckle. A soft snuffle came from the elf as one of her hands darted to her sex, two fingers immediately sliding in and out of herself with practiced technique. "Oh my, you've done this to yourself before, my dear, and you're already wet too. For someone who finds this absolutely repulsive, you certainly are incredibly excited by it." The dragoness lays back, letting hir playtoy do all the work. Though shi still missed hir own mistress, having a pet of hir own was interesting. It would be quite fun training hir pretty little elf on all the proper ways to behave as a Jeyarr. Amongst them would be not whimpering like a puppy while sucking her mistress off. "Be quiet pet!" Mellik said with a growl, sitting up to scowl at Krissa, only to find the elven girl twitching and wiggling her rump. Sitting up further, Mellik saw why. The tiny purple dragon, Davari, had decided to join in on the fun. The cat sized dragon had his head almost buried inside Krissa's cunt. The sight brought a grin to Mellik's face. "You can stop now, dear. I think I have a better idea." the dragoness purred. Surprisingly Krissa did nothing of the sort. "Stop, pet." Mellik repeated in a firm tone. Krissa pulled away slowly, looking up at the Sire with half-open yes. "Mmmm..." she purred, licking her lips, "Please let me finish, Mistress." the elf begged, overcome with her first taste of the sensations a Jeyarr felt while pleasuring a dragon. Mellik knew that Krissa's fear, loathing, disgust, and dislike of dragons were stuffed into a back corner of her mind. Obedience, contentment, happiness, desire, and pleasure filled in the gaps. A single drop of a dragon's sexual fluids on her body would be enough to make the elf wonderfully horny and pliable. As she was now, she would be eager and willing to do whatever her mistress asked, and it would only be later that the elf would feel sickened by the things she had performed that had seemed like being of her own free will. Mellik crawled forward, running hir clawed handpaws over hir pet's belly. The former Slayer moaned softly, even the slightest touch from her mistress in this state sent wonderful waves of pleasure through her body. "We'll have plenty of time for that, little pet. And when we're done, you'll be all the better equipped to pleasure me with your mouth." The dragoness reached down, picking up the tiny purple dragon engaged in lapping at Krissa's sopping wet folds. "The dragon familiar is another thing that you Slayers have continued to use without knowing why. They're meant to help you and guide you to finding a dragon to bond with, but after that?" shi said with a wide fanged grin. "After that, their purpose changes greatly. You've seen how much he likes your nice, dripping wet cunt. Now, open wide and give him what he wants." Mellik purred, setting Davari down on the ground between Krissa's legs. The young elf girl did as she was told, spreading her legs to allow the little purple dragon to do whatever it was that he wanted to do. Krissa moaned loudly as her mistress used hir fingers to spread the elf's soft pink lips apart, her cunt now wide open. "Go on in, little one," Mellik cooed to the pseudodragon. "Your new den is ready and waiting." The tiny dragon purred happily, nuzzling Krissa's sex, coating himself in her juices. The feeling of smooth scales rubbing against her drew a moan from the elf. "Inside me?" she asked, her voice quiet and thick. "Yes, my pet. He's going to crawl inside of you, for a short time you're going to be his nest. The first purpose of a Jeyarr's familiar is to provide her with her first clutch of eggs." the Sire Jeyarr explained. Despite her detached state, Krissa began to whimper. Her arms and legs twitched a little bit as she tried to struggle, but the need to obey her mistress kept her in place. Even disconnected from her true feelings, Krissa knew that this was something she didn't want. The elf gritted her teeth, trying to summon up the strength to break her mistress' hold on her. The techniques were right there! They were within her reach in her mind, all the special attacks and powers she'd gained from her Slayer training. But try as she might, she couldn't grasp a hold of any of them! She couldn't draw forth the magical energy to fuel them. With a flash of insight, she knew why. A Slayer's link to her power was through her familiar. Krissa looked down at the tiny purple dragon, she moaned as he began to crawl into her, the tiny ridges on the back of his neck stimulating her so wonderfully. Well, it wouldn't be so bad, having him inside of her for just a little while. As soon as he got settled down, Krissa was sure he'd let her draw out the power to save herself from the beautiful dragoness that was doing all these wonderful things to her. Krissa bit her tongue, mentally correcting herself. The Jeyarr was NOT beautiful; she was a horrible dragon-fucking traitor to the Slayer cause! And though Krissa was half enjoying some of the things that had happened to her, she knew that she couldn't accept them, that she couldn't give up or and give in. Her purpose was to hunt these creatures, to keep her people safe from the very things that the dragoness was doing to her. She was NOT a pleasure pet! She would NOT allow herself to become nothing more then a sex-hungry egg-laying machine. All rebellious thoughts melted away, however, the moment the little dragon's forelegs entered her. Those tiny claws tickled her so deliciously, sending shivers through her body. As her familiar wriggled from side to side, pulling more and more of himself inside of her, Krissa felt like she was going to melt with the intense heat of pleasure that filled her. She suddenly found herself in her mistress' arms, looking up into Mellik's blue-green-gold eyes. "Feels nice, doesn't it? I'm glad you've accepted him; that you've stopped your struggles. You want him inside you now, don't you?" the brown-scaled dragoness purred. Krissa could only nod in reply. She couldn't lie to her mistress, but she didn't have to give her the reason why either. Krissa smiled up at her mistress, the moment the pseudodragon was inside of her, she'd draw out her strength, and run her mindblade throw the hermaphrodite bitch's heart. "Good girl," Mellik purred, "Very good girl." The dragoness' lips met hir pet's own. Though she didn't want anything to do with the dragoness, Krissa opened her mouth, allowing the probing forked tongue inside. There was no way she could fight this, so why not make the most of something she had to do? The elf wrapped her arms around the dragon's neck, pulling hir in closer, enjoying the soft sparks of pleasure the contact with Mellik's scales brought her. She felt the dragoness' hand moving down her belly, hir thumb sliding over the elf's clitty, before scooping up Davari's hindquarters, gently pushing the little dragon in deeper. If her mouth and throat hadn't been so full of dragon-tongue, Krissa would have howled with the pleasure the act brought her. The more of the tiny dragon that was inside of her, the better she felt and the clearer her mind became. She felt the little reptile's head pressing against the entrance to her womb, and then parting it with very little effort. "You feel that, my dear? Feeling how easily he slides into you? You'll be open like that forever. You're no longer able to breed with your own kind; spread open like this you cannot retain their seed. You'll only be fertile with dragons and lizards, as their seed is the only kind that the pouches inside you will retain and carry to the upper portion of your womb where your eggs will grow." the Sire purred, stroking hir pet's hair. The elf lay in the dragon's arms, panting. She felt... good. Her mind felt like it was her own again. She could move her body as she wanted as well. She felt incredibly horny, but it was a distraction which she could easily avoid. With the grace typical to her kind, Krissa jumped to her feet, drawing forth the energy for the mindblade. A shimmering blue energy in the shape of a longsword appeared in her right hand. With a growl, she lashed out at the dragoness, only to have a jolt go through her arm as the mindblade struck something solid. That shouldn't have been possible, as the mindblade was pure psychic energy. No material weapon or armor would be able to stop it, but it looked like the dragoness had gripped the blade with hir bare hand. Mellik slowly got to hir feet, clicking hir tongue at the elf. "Naughty, naughty. You mustn't try to do that again, my pet," shi purred, not at all threatened by the elf. Krissa pulled the blade back, going in for another strike, only to find hir attack blocked once again, by the dragoness' own mindblade. Krissa's third strike was also easily parried. "You're just like me, dear one. We have the same powers and abilities. But I have far, far more experience. Which is why I know that in a few seconds, you're going to regret trying to attack me." Mellik continued to purr, hir amused demeanor angering Krissa. The elf snarled and lashed out, the dragoness made no effort to block the blade. There was simply no need, for the energy blade vanished halfway through the swing. That didn't finish either. The elf's eyes widened and she staggered forward, losing her footing and falling into the dragoness' arms as a powerful orgasm shook her body. The feelings of arousal that had been stirred in Krissa from her bonding into a Jeyarr were nothing compared to the burning need she felt. "Please... fuck me..." she whimpered, clinging to the dragoness. Mellik chuckled and stroked hir pet's hair. "No dear, I don't think so. You've been a bad girl, and you're going to learn what happens to Jeyarr that misbehave." "Please Mistress," the elf begged. "My body feels like it's on fire!" "You're not on fire, dear. You're just changing. This is why we love strong, vibrant, powerful Jeyarr. The more you resist, the more you fight, the more you struggle, the better suited you'll be for your role. The more you try to escape, try to hurt your mistress, try to resist mating, try to avoid your duties as a Jeyarr, the more powerful you become. The more powerful you become, the more powerful your offspring are. By struggling, by fighting, by resisting us, you simply make yourself all the more valuable to our cause." Krissa moaned and writhed, rubbing her needful body against her mistress' scaled form, but the tingles of pleasure she got from it weren't enough to quench the white hot urge to be fucked, to be filled with draconic seed. The burning seemed to concentrate in one place, along her lower back and rump. The elf sighed with relief as Mellik began to rub that spot. The need to be filled was still there, but the painful burning feelings in her flesh and bones suddenly became a cool, comforting sensation. All of a sudden the sweet coolness became a sweet pleasure, the dragoness' touch along her back felt much like it would if Mellik where fingering hir pet's pussy. The former Slayer pressed back against her mistress' touch, moaning happily. She felt an orgasm building in her body, centered not on her sex, but on a point at the base of her spine, right above her rump. "Now you're going to see why you shouldn't have resisted, my sweet little pet," Mellik said with a mocking chuckle. Hir stroking began to focus on the precise point that gave Krissa the most pleasure. The elf moaned and bucked, doing her best to press back against her mistress' handpaw and give herself the most pleasure. With a growl that would have startled Krissa with its sound if she hadn't been focused entirely on her pleasure, the elf climaxed. She felt herself cumming, from both her cunt and from the strange erogenous zone on her back. She felt a wet stickiness dribbling onto her legs, and somewhere else. It was odd, like feeling something that hadn't been there a moment ago. As Krissa looked back, she saw that it had been just that. Her eyes widened in horror as she stared at the new addition to her body; a thin serpentine tail that swayed back and forth gently. It lacked any sort of draconic adornments and was covered in a thick navy blue slime. "The more you disobey, the more like a dragon you become in body. Scales and horns grow in over time, and are signs of how long you've been Jeyarr and how fruitful you've been. The more you mate, the quicker you grow horns and spines. The more eggs you lay, the faster you grow scales. The more you mate with a single dragon, the more you grow to look like that dragon." "If you had decided to be a good, sweet, loving Jeyarr, you would have stayed much as you were. You might not have changed beyond the addition of a few small scales and the addition of a pair of horns for several years. A dragon shares hir Jeyarr with other dragons if the pet knows how to behave. But you decided to be a bad girl and tried to hurt your mistress. So not only are you being changed now as punishment, but I won't let you play with other dragons, so you're going to be mating with me almost exclusively. You're going to be changing very, very fast, dear one. It won't be long before no one from your old life will be able to recognize you. In fact I think it will only be a few minutes." Krissa cried out, sobbing as the burning ache returned. A pain over her entire body fused with the need to mate. "Please Mistress, I'm sorry!" the elf moaned, "Please, I'll obey! Just make it stop!" Mellik just shook hir head. "Oh my dear, I wish it were that easy. If you disobey me, I have to punish you. If you misbehave to a large degree, energy builds up and causes you pain. In order to make your hurting stop, a dragon has to guide the energy, using it to shape your body. If I didn't, it would continue to hurt before it dispersed itself randomly after a few days. At first such a thing wouldn't cause any problems, but if it happened too often, you would begin to lose your shape, becoming an oozing ball of scales, fangs, claws, and horns. And of course neither of us wants that to happen. Now, I'm not a cruel mistress, Krissa, I'll let you tell me where you want to be changed, pardon, where you'd prefer your changes take place. Since I'm quite sure you don't want any of them." "Wings." the elf whispered, "Give me wings." With those words Krissa's body was wracked with a sob, as in that moment she had truly become Krissa. She found that the name she'd been given by her parents had been stricken entirely from her memory. She was a Jeyarr now, no longer a Slayer, and there was nothing she could do about it. Tears leaked from her eyes as she succumbed to the pleasure of her transformation. She didn't let the pain come back, naming off the next portion of her body to be changed before each climax that brought the alteration of that body part. Krissa tried to let herself be consumed by the pleasurable sensation each change brought, but it brought no relief to the accusations she directed towards herself in her mind. She should have fought back earlier, before she was trapped like this. She had had the opportunity; all she had needed was the drive to free herself. There had been a few moments of clarity in her mind after each climax she had been given during the bonding. She should have experimented, should have pleasured herself to clear the fog from her mind so that she could have struck at the dragoness while she slept. The elf was now as much of a traitor to the Slayer cause as Mistress. She would be slain on sight by those who had been her friends just as they would slay any other dragon. The eruption of her wings from her back brought a few moments of blissful void, her climax driving away her rational mind for a moment as purest pleasure overwhelmed her. She chose her legs next. Krissa began to emit a low, draconic purr as Mistress began to massage her calves, her forked tongue darting out to playfully tickle Krissa's toes. The Jeyarr's purring grew louder; it felt more pleasurable to have something altered then something added. She felt her leg muscles shift, growing here, shrinking there, lengthening in other places, and thickening almost all over. There were tiny pops that signaled the shifting of bone into a new configuration. Her self-loathing began to fade as she saw her body changing. It felt good to be changed, to have Mistress caressing her body lovingly. Though a part of her hated herself for letting this happen, she found there was a part of herself that wanted this, and had always wanted it. A part of her that had always been fascinated with the draconic form, found it beautiful. It was the part of her that spoke up when she had found those dragon eggs, told her to leave them be. It was the part of her that had her crying for days afterwards, sorry over what she had done. It was the part of her that had embodied the true spirit of what she was supposed to be. The Slayer rituals were as Mistress had said: something taken and used for a purpose that which it wasn't intended. She had undergone all the training and ritual enhancement under her own free will. This was the end result of the path that she had chosen for herself. The true result. The one that was meant to be. Her tears were no longer of sorrow. She couldn't imagine what it would be like to continue to be a Slayer. Killing enough dragons to have the marks on her body that some of the elders had. How could she live with herself after causing so much pain and death? No, this was the right path. This was what she had always wanted deep down. Not to destroy dragons, but to love them. To snuggle with them. To defend them. It had felt wrong to rid the world of the beauty that dragons brought with their bright colors and shiny scales. Krissa wanted to be a dragon now, wanted to be like Mistress, becoming a powerful, beautiful, scaled creature. Krissa roared as her body was filled with her third transformative climax, her legs shifting into a beautiful digitigrade configuration. Each foot was now tipped with three clawed toes, a fourth on the back to allow her to perch and provide a small amount of manipulation ability. The elf felt the power of change spreading to other areas of her body: her wings and tail growing larger, the nails of her hands becoming claws, her canine teeth becoming fangs. "My face, Mistress," Krissa purred, leaning up to kiss the elder dragoness. She wanted to be seen as a dragon, not as an elven Jeyarr. She was surprised to find out how easy it had been to say those words, to give her consent to having the most recognizable aspect of herself changed. It felt good to let her old life go, to let her old self go. Krissa felt free. She didn't have to hide anymore. She didn't have to hide her fascination with dragons, didn't have to keep the revulsion she had always felt towards the senseless slaughter of thinking beings. Many dragons were thinking, speaking, and feeling creatures. It had always felt wrong to Krissa that they were killed just because they were dragons. She had always hoped she would be able to find a dragon to talk to, to be friends with, though she knew she'd have had to have kept the friendship hidden for her entire life. But now? Now she didn't have to hide anything. Here she was, snuggled up with Mistress. Mistress was a dragon, a beautiful, sexy, loving dragon that would take care of Krissa, that would snuggle up with her, play with her, pleasure her, teach her all about dragons. The new Jeyarr mmmed happily as her forked tongue entwined around Mistress' own. A shiver ran through her body as her head and neck reshaped themselves, taking on a more draconic form, even more so then Mistress. The two dragons reluctantly broke their kiss, allowing Krissa to speak. "Mistress, I've never seen dragons in anything but picture books before. I want to be a beautiful dragon, and you've seen and mated with so many. I'd like to be pretty for you, Mistress. I'd like you to decide what else to change on me, and how it looks," the elven Jeyarr purred. Mellik smiled, caressing hir pet's breasts. "Mmm... good girl, Krissa. Very good girl. You're learning to be a wonderful Jeyarr already. I'm almost sorry that you've accepted this so eagerly. I was looking forward to doing this more then once." Krissa chuckled, "Mistress, I'm going to be a bad girl sometimes, just so I can feel good when you change me. I'll misbehave whenever you want me to." "Though it kind of defeats the purpose, pet," Mellik said with a chuckle of hir own. Krissa watched in fascination as her tiny elven breasts grew, growing to a size to house large amounts of milk for her hatchlings. Mmm... having her breasts changed felt even better. Krissa couldn't wait until Mistress made her into a herm, like hirself. She was sure that pleasure would be even greater. For both, the experience of Krissa's reshaping was over far too soon. Krissa enjoyed the intimacy and pleasure, as well as the sense of helplessness it gave her. Mistress could warp her body into a way that would leave the former elf disfigured if shi so desired, she could take away Krissa's arms or legs, or eyes and ears. But Krissa knew Mistress would never be mean like that. But the remote possibility still gave her a thrill. Mellik, on the other hand, enjoyed the feeling of power shi got from corrupting a Slayer. Shi liked transforming the former elf into a form more and more unlike her natural state. Shi was aroused by the control shi had over hir pet, especially now that it had been given freely. Krissa wanted to be shaped according to Mellik's ideals of draconic beauty. There wasn't enough power left for all the ideas the dragoness had, but it was enough for the basics. A thickening of the tail from an afterthought on the humanoid form, to a muscular limb that would look at home on an alligator with the twin rows of scutes that Mellik had added atop it, and all the way up her pet's back. She had enhanced the size of Krissa's wings, allowing her to fly, and eventually to allow her to carry Mellik in flight as the smaller Jeyarr grew. Shi had also added a second pair of wings to the former elf's back. It was something she had seen on a few dragons before, dragons she had only mated with a single time, but the image stuck. Mellik thought it made Krissa look even cuter. After that, there had only been a little bit of energy left over. It was just enough for what Mellik wanted. Shi smiled down at hir pet, rolling her onto her belly then sinking hir cock into the smaller dragoness' sopping wet sex, drawing a pleasured gasp from Krissa. "There's just a little bit of energy left, dear. And I know what I'm going to use it for. I'm going to make you climax like you've never even dreamed possible. With this pleasure, I also give you a gift, your first mating as a dragon." "This won't hurt Davari, will it?" the former elf asked, a little concerned for her familiar. "Sweetie, Davari doesn't have a physical form at the moment. When you drew on his energy while he was inside of you, he became a part of you. But don't worry, you didn't hurt him. It's a part of his life cycle. He's going to be reborn as the first of your hatchlings. His fusion with you is what has gifted you with a dragon's womb, and your first eggs. Now just relax, and let your Mistress fill you with baby dragons." Mellik purred, pulling Krissa to hir. The younger Jeyarr relaxed now that she knew her companion was safe. She mmmed softly as Mistress began to caress her breasts. The two kissed, both loving the sensation of the other's tongue curled around their own. Krissa's cervix gave only token resistance, being pierced by a dragon for the third time. The Jeyarr delighted in the waves of pleasure the dragon's cock gave her as the back-facing points of the spade-shaped tip tugged on her insides. It had hurt the first time, but a night spent with Mistress's cock lodged deep inside her as they bonded had made her body adapt. Krissa's sudden yelp was muted by the kiss as the erotic feeling of change filled her once again. It felt heavenly, doubling, tripling the pleasure she felt from each of the dragoness' thrusts. The former elf moaned softly as Mistress's handpaw crept down her body, stroking her clitty. The merest touch to the little button sent shivers of hot pleasure flowing through Krissa's body. The rapid rubbing made Krissa feel like she was nothing more then a white hot fire of pleasure, no other sensation existing. With Mistress's cock inside of her, the first drips of precum had set Krissa off, bringing her body into a state of enhanced pleasure, desire, and obedience. Coherent thought was beyond her now; all that remained was the animal desire to mate, to be filled with seed. In a few moments, it felt like her entire being was being bombarded by tiny orgasms, each part of her gradually erupting in climax, burning hotter and hotter until her entire existence was a heat of pleasure beyond even white. She had no concept of time, it felt like only a moment, and it felt like forever before four small points of coolness appeared in the colorless mists of ecstasy, drawing her back to reality and the sticky wetness that covered hir tummy. Hir. Mmm, so that was what Mistress had in store. "Oh Mistress, that was... mmm... perfect. And thank you." the young Jeyarr purred happily, reaching down with a handpaw to feel hir new maleness. "I can't wait to pleasure you with it." "Then just let me relax enough to pull out, my pet, and you won't have to." Mellik said. Mistress and pet locked in a kiss once again.

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Title: Best Friends Become Lovers Ch. 04 Tags: young gay, outdoors, gay anal, cabin, bottom, mountains, bred, twinks, lovers, bareback *For those who haven't read them or have forgotten, you may have to read the previous stories to know how we got to this point. I hadn't intended for this to be series, but it turned out that way and this will be the last story under this series title. As we left off at the end of Chapter 3, Wayne and I had just fallen asleep after making love at a remote cabin on my family's ranch property...* \* As soon as the first light of the rising sun began filtering through the trees and into the cabin I awoke. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked over at Wayne as he slept. He was just beautiful and I sat up and just stared at him for a few minutes evoking a feeling of deep melancholia. I loved him, as more than a friend, more than a brother, and more than a lover and had felt different around him since the day we met as not much more than kids. Still, and knowing that we were both going to go away to four year colleges before too very long, I was already mourning in anticipation of long separations and perhaps totally losing touch. I knew there was virtually no hope for a long term future where we could stay, yet alone live, together as an openly affectionate couple and romantic partners. It just couldn't be. Our friends, yet alone our parents and families, would never understand or accept it and by word and deed I knew that both sets of parents were openly hostile to the mere concept of homosexuality. Neither of us, at least at that time in history, had the courage to even acknowledge to ourselves that we might be anything other than just heterosexual men who had a special attraction, and special relationship, with another man. Besides, we were young, we weren't accountable. Maybe this was just a passing phase? As I said in an earlier chapter I don't recall that the term "gay" was used much then, beyond perhaps by members of the gay community among themselves. I don't know, since we weren't "members" of any such community and we really didn't know anyone with such inclinations besides each other. We didn't really talk about it, but in my mind and I think Wayne's as well acknowledging that we were anything beyond bisexual would have meant accepting, perhaps with self-loathing, that we were "queers" or "faggots". Heaven forbid that we ever discussed it, but I sometimes thought, well make that wondered, if Wayne somehow justified his role in our relationship as being less than queer, or certainly less queer than me, since I was the receptive partner while he was only fucking my ass as he would a woman's pussy. Of course this flew in the face of the fact that it was he who introduced me to any kind of male on male sexual touching. But, I digress here and get lost in my thoughts as I would so many times back then. With a sigh, I climbed out of the bed, across the still cold floor, grabbed the bong and numbed my mind to my insecurity and self-doubts with a few generous doses of pot. Just like that I beat those thoughts back with herbal self-medication and stuffed them into some dark recess in my mind. Sigh...a few more hits and I was once again able to function only in the reality of the moment only and the promise and anticipation of more pleasure to come. As quietly as I could because I didn't want to wake Wayne, I cracked the firebox door on the stove, stirred the coals, and put more wood onto the fire. As the fire caught on the new fuel, I adjusted the flue so it would burn more intensely, put the water kettle on the stove and started some coffee in the old blue enamelware percolator. I then put on a long sleeved thermal t-shirt and my boots only, not even bothering to lace them, grabbed an extra roll of toilet paper, a few packs of the old Wet-Nap towelettes, and a bag with some other hygiene supplies and slipped out the door en route to the outhouse. I thought my body was telling me that I needed to "take care of business" but after the frenzied anal activity of the night before I wasn't quite sure. My body knew what it wanted though and as I got closer to the toilet it began to move things in the right direction. By the time I reached the toilet seat the urge was desperate and "everything came out alright in the end" as they say. After the pounding of the night before I had half expected there to be a little rectal tearing, as evidenced perhaps by blood on the TP, but was relieved that there was none. Even back then I had already experienced this a few times when I had been a bit too ambitious in selecting some really large sex toys. I still seemed to be squeaky clean too and, with my ass cleaning up nicely, I decided against using the Fleet Enema that I had in my bag and instead just cleaned my ass, cock and balls with some Wet-Naps before heading back down the hill to the cabin. The smell of the mountain air, and feel of the cool mountain breeze on my bare cock, balls, and ass was just luscious and I found myself standing next to the cabin, genitals waving in the breeze, and reveling in the liberating freedom of being mostly naked outdoors. With a sigh, I finally turned and went back inside. Wayne was still asleep and I half chuckled to myself that maybe I'd worn him out. Then I chuckled to myself again as I thought that he'd better pull himself together because I had a big day planned and I wasn't through with him yet. I added a pair of powder blue nylon bikini panties, courtesy of one of my sisters, and some cargo shorts to my ensemble and, as is typical for me, got to work and went about my domestic routine. I grabbed a cast iron skillet out of the cupboard, put a pound of bacon in it, and put it on the stove. The coffee had started to percolate when I was outside and soon it was ready and I poured myself a cup. "Ahhh, the nectar of the gods," I thought as I took my first sip. Soon, its life giving caffeine was coursing through my veins and lifting the fog of sleep. As the bacon started to sizzle, the scent began to tickle Wayne's nose and he began to stir. He squirmed a bit, opened his eyes, closed them, and then blinked a few times as if trying to figure out where he was. He finally pushed himself so he was sitting up in bed. He looked at me in my boots, shorts, and thermal shirt and proclaimed, "Nice outfit." I responded, "Thank you. Is that all?" He squinted and quizzically said, "Good morning?" I replied, "There ya go. Good morning....LOVER?" and I walked over and gave him a quick kiss. He stood up, in all of his gorgeous nakedness, and I pulled him to me and gave him a deeper kiss. He was sporting a little morning wood which I reached down and gripped, giving it a squeeze with intent of going further till he asked, "How cold is outside? I've got to take a dump." Pushing my lustful thoughts aside I told him, "It was bit nippy half an hour ago, but I went out in only a shirt and my boots and didn't get any frost on my balls." "Good to know," he said. "I would have liked to have seen that." I said, "Hold that thought, you will." He shook his head, thought about it for a few seconds and pulled on a sweatshirt and his jeans, slipped on his boots without tying them, and headed out the door. By the time he returned I had two places set on the table with a breakfast of bacon, eggs, toast and coffee. Wayne walked up to me, pulled me in close and kissed me hard on the mouth while cupping my ass cheeks and grinding his crotch into mine. Finally pulling away from each other, we sat down to eat and Wayne just shook his head and said, "Damn. You're gonna make somebody a good wife someday," We both had a good laugh but in the back of my mind I was thinking, "If only I could." As we at breakfast Wayne asked, "So....what are we going to do today?" I responded, "Oh, I don't know, the usual. I thought maybe we'd go for a walk in the woods and I could show you what this place looks like in the daylight. I'd imagine you got pretty twisted around trapesing around in the dark last night." "How about the waterfall and that big flat rock?" Wayne asked. "Are we going to go up there?" "Oh yeah," I replied. "That's always part of the ten cent tour." "Cool," he nonchalantly replied with a twinkle in his eye...and I knew exactly what he was thinking. I got up from the table, took our dirty dishes to the sink, and began to wash them using water I'd had heating on the stove. As usual for both of us, Wayne was unable to keep his hands off me and he came up behind me, nuzzled me behind the ear, and began planting kisses on my neck while pressing his crotch into my backside. Resisting, for the time being, I looked back over my shoulder, gave him a peck on the lips, handed him the little Tupperware container with my stash and said, "Here lover, make yourself useful and roll us a few joints." "Okey dokey," he said and sat down at the table to twist up some doobies. I then finished washing the dishes and put them in the dish drainer. When I was done with the dishes I sat down at the table next to Wayne, grabbed a pinch of sensimilla from the container, and took a hit from the bong. I filled it again, handed it to Wayne and lit it for him. I then filled it again for me, then him, then me over and over again until we both had a good buzz. In the midst of this Wayne had reached over to my crotch and was fondling my cock through my shorts. My loins started to stir, I started feeling that old giddiness, and I lustfully looked him in the eye with what I'm sure was "fuck me" look, before kissing him on the lips and whispering, "Not now. Not yet. We came all the way up here, I have plans for the day, and I don't want to spend it ALL in cooped up in here fucking." With a sigh, I got up and grabbed my daypack into which I put two towels and a small bottle of "Dr. Bronner's Peppermint Castile Soap. Wayne looked puzzled! "For taking a bath under the water fall," I said. "The natural soap won't hurt the fishies and it will leave us smelling all clean and minty." Wayne just laughed. I added the tube of KY, a roll of toilet paper (you never know in the woods) the pot and bong, a canteen, a small pair of binoculars and a lighter to the provisions. I then laced up my hiking boots and, looking Wayne square in the eye, slipped my cargo shorts and panties off over the boots till I was wearing only them and my long sleeved shirt. Putting the clothes I'd removed into the backpack I told Wayne, "This is the uniform for the day. I suggest you get those pants off and dress accordingly." With a chuckle, Wayne slipped his boots off, and removed his jeans and sweatshirt and then put his boots back on and laced them up. He started to hand me his jeans till I asked, "Do you have a pair of shorts?" They're easier to put on, in a hurry, over your boots if you have to." "Why would we need to do that?" he asked. I laughed and responded, "Because it wouldn't be good to be caught naked in the woods if one of my redneck cousins, a ranch hand, or even my grandpa showed up would it? It's unlikely, since there are no cattle in here right now, but you never know. " With a nod Wayne handed me a pair of denim shorts, which I put into the backpack and, and pulled on a button down Pendleton style long sleeved shirt. I then squirted a healthy dollop of a white lotion onto my hand, rubbed them together to make them warm, and reached down and started rubbing it onto his cock and balls. His dick started to grow and he let out a barely audible moan before questioning, "Ummm. I thought we weren't going to do this right now?" I said, "Shhhh". Medicinal purposes only," before squirting more of what he now understood was sunscreen onto my hand and proceeding to rub it onto his butt cheeks while teasingly pressing my crotch against his. "You don't want to get your privates sunburned do you? I've done it before and it's not something I'd want to do again." I then kneeled in front of him, intentionally letting his dick occasionally rub against my face, while rubbing sunscreen onto one of his legs, and then the other, and teasingly paying a little extra attention to the space between his legs, perineum and ass crack. When he chuckled and intentionally started to rub his now hard cock on my face, I laughed and said, "Hey. Knock it off. This is serious business you know. I'm doing this for your own protection." I then stood up, squirted more lotion onto my hands, and began to rub it onto my ass cheeks, into the crack of my ass, and onto my balls and involuntarily hardening cock. Momentarily unable to contain myself, I put another squirt of lotion onto my palm, moved toward Wayne, pressed my pelvis into his and began to stroke our cocks together. He looked at me, sighed, and moved his face next to mine where our lips instinctively met and our tongues played in a sensual, sucking, dance. Turned on, but torn about whether I wanted have sex right then or not, I pulled away and with a sigh took a few steps back. "Oh fuck," I said. "I have such a hard time controlling myself around you. I just can't help myself." Wayne looked at me, with a crooked little grin he got when he was scheming on my body, but then took a few deep breaths as if to compose himself and said, "I know what you mean. Me too. We bring out the best, or is that beast, in each other." Fully intending to continue to prepare for our walk (or was I?), I started to finish applying the sunscreen to my exposed legs. I put a squirt in my palm, rubbed my hands together and rubbed it onto one thigh, and then the other. Then, when it came time to apply it to my shins, calves and ankles, I "innocently" faced away from Wayne and bent over deeply so my exposed ass was sticking up in the air and my puckered hole was pointed right at him. That did it! Wayne exclaimed, "Why you tease," while moving in behind me and rubbing his dick along the crack of my ass, not really seeking entrance but rather frotting, masturbating himself, against my ass. In a moment, my mind went from "Gotta get ready. Gotta go on this walk," to "Fuck that, I need this cock in me now," and I reached back, spreading my ass cheeks, so Wayne's dick was nestled between my cheeks and pressed up against my anus. He was kind of timidly pushing, more like just poking at my entrance, till I reached back, guided his sunscreen slick dick home, and pushed back so he slid past both sphincters and into my rectum in one fell swoop. "Oh fuck," he said, and I said, "Yeah....please....FUCK!!" and draped myself over the table for support. "Fuck me. Don't mess around. Just fuck me hard, fuck me fast, and fill me with your cum," I pleaded. Wayne responded by grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto his cock as he rhythmically but slowly and gently pumped in and out of my ass. Though I was enjoying, it wasn't exactly what I had in mind right then and I implored, "C'mon baby. Faster, HARDER," I yelled. "Let it go. Fuck me till you cum!!" As he increased his pace and intensity, starting to jackhammer in and out of my ass, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass cheeks was joined with groans from both of us as I tried to verbally push him over the top. Each time he pushed in I pushed back so it felt like he was bottoming out in my rectum as his hips collided with my butt cheeks. Each time he pulled out I clinched my ass together, as if trying to squeeze the cum out of him, but also giving myself wonderful sensations in the process. I wasn't even touching myself since my goal wasn't my cum....but his. He started to make little grunts and whimpers and I knew he was beginning to feel the twinges of an orgasm building up inside. "Do you feel it honey? That's it, let it go. I need you. I need to feel your cum inside me. Oh...please." I coached. Heading my call, with a quick succession of sharp thrusts as his final gasp, Wayne buried himself as deep as he could within my bowels, pulling me back onto his dick with the death grip he had on my hips, and gasped yelling, "Ohhh fuck...." as he shot his seed deep into me. As Wayne shot, and with the force of that final thrust, I got flushed, lightheaded, saw stars and felt detached from everything but the sensation of his pulsing cock in my ass. When I regained my senses, Wayne was practically lying on top me, panting as he planted kisses on my neck and side of my face as I lay draped over the table. With his dick still planted inside me, I pushed myself up till I was standing and turned my head toward him so we could kiss with our tongues frolicking inside and outside each other's mouths. I felt an oddly wet sensation, and looked down to see a string of liquid dripping from my cock and almost reaching the wooden floor. Beneath it was a puddle of what appeared to be cum but I didn't remember cumming. When I had the breath to speak, I pointed it out and said to Wayne, "I think I might have passed out, and I don't remember cumming. I don't know if I came while passed out, or if you just fucked the juices out of me and they dripped on the floor. Either way, that felt incredible. Thank you." Wayne wrapped his arms around my waste, pulling me back onto him and his now softening dick, and said, "Wow. Where did that come from? One minute we're getting ready for a walk and the next we're fucking on the table..and you....YOU....are a nasty boy for making that happen." "Damn!" I said. "I wanted to get out of the cabin without fucking this morning but my damned hungry ass has a mind of its own. You know I didn't make that happen. It couldn't be stopped. It's chemistry. It's fate. We just spontaneously combust in each other's presence and the fact that I love you probably has something to do with it as well. " "I love you too," Wayne whispered in my ear, as if it were a secret...though there was no one but us to hear it. Somewhat reluctantly, and while making a show of clenching my cheeks in mock protest of the inevitable, I let his softening dick slip from my ass, we stepped apart, and both went about tidying ourselves up a bit. I said, "Don't forget to reapply that sunscreen to your dick. You better do it yourself this time lest we end up in the same predicament as before," and I kind of policed up the cabin, hiding anything incriminating for the off chance that someone "uncool" might stop by. Finally, out the door we went and once clear of the shade from the cedar trees, and into the bright and warming sun. It felt good. It always felt good to be naked outdoors and upon realizing how warm it was, I went ahead and removed my shirt with Wayne doing the same. The day was looking like it was going to be perfect, I was blissfully happy with the company, and I had a pleasant sensation, kind of a wet and warm afterglow, that was radiating out from my thoroughly fucked ass. I was glad things had turned out the way they had, and that it spite of my plans to the contrary the day had started out with my lover planting his seed deep inside my soul. Wayne looked so darned cute, naked in just his boots and socks, and I kind of wondered if he looked at me the same way. You know, that insecure "Does he love me as much as I love him," self-doubting garbage that's haunted my relationships for my entire life. But, zip that up, put that back into that dark recess and get back on with the here and now. Wayne was slender, but with the broad shoulders of swimmer, and had soft almost effeminate facial features and styled hair layered into what was called a shag. I was slender as well, but with muscular thighs and a tight muscular ass from many years of distance running. My facial features were a bit more rugged, with freckles betraying my Scottish heritage, and I sported red mutton chop type sideburns down to my chin and long straight auburn hair down to the small of my back. If one were to look at us back then, and using today's gay vernacular the likes of which was totally unknown to us, they might have assumed that he was the "bottom" and I was the "top" instead of the other way around. It was not that we'd ever thought about it, or planned it that way, but rather it was that I was the one who had the receptive asshole and who had played with my ass and craved anal penetration almost from the day I became sexually aware. "Follow me", I said and we started up the same trail we'd walked the night before. With our cocks and balls swinging as we walked, and our asses exposed to the world, I asked Wayne what he thought about it and he replied, "It's nice. It's really nice," he said, "But I'd have a perpetual hard-on of I did this with your every day." He then wistfully asked, more to himself than to me and not expecting an answer as his voice trailed off, "Why do I feel so different when I'm with you......?" In hearing this, and being reassured that he felt much the same way as me, I began to doubt myself less and felt more secure in who I was and more rational in my feelings for Wayne. We continued on up the trail only I took a slightly different track than the night before. Instead of going through a gate that had gone unnoticed by Wayne since it had been standing open in the dark, I took a route that took us to a stile that crossed over the same fence. I chuckled out loud, and took a sharp intake of breath, as Wayne went up the steps and over the stile in front of me as, from below, the view of his ass and dangling cock and balls was exquisite. "What's so funny," Wayne asked. "Oh...nothing I responded," as I climbed the steps and went up and over the fence myself. As he looked up at my naked form as I climbed and then descended the steps, Wayne let out a chuckle of his own and I knew that he "Got the joke." We followed the trail till we were once again walking on the bank of the creek. The creek rippled and gurgled, with its soothing natural melody, and I was struck by the beauty and tranquility of the moment. When we came to some calm pools, I pointed the trout lingering in the lee of the current to Wayne. He asked, "Do you fish for the trout?" When I responded, "I often do, but not usually when I'm naked since I don't think nudity and fish hooks are a good combo," we both had a good a laugh. Covering his genitals with his hand he said, "Ouch!!" and we both laughed some more. As we continued the soft gurgle of the creek began to be overwhelmed by the louder, more urgent, sound of water cascading off rocks till we could finally see the top of the waterfall over the terrain and the air began to feel and smell wet. A little further and we could see the whole thing from the narrow notch in the top of the granite cliff from which it began its fall, to the protruding rocks two thirds of the way down which partially diffused the cascade and created a mist of droplets hovering in the air, till it all finally ended in a large pool at the base of the granite cliff. We paused to stare at it, listen to it, and marvel at its beauty and power and Wayne exclaimed, "...and I thought the "waterfall" on my folk's swimming pool was cool. I can't believe that anyone has such a natural wonder on their own property." I responded, "I know. I'm blessed. It amazes me too. My grandfather and his brothers, my great-grandfather, and my great-great-grandfather we're all incredibly smart men in that they all ensured that they had reliable water supplies on their land. This creek, and the spring that feeds the faucet in the cabin, flows even in the worst droughts. " Shaking my head I exclaimed, "It's kind of primitive here, but there's still signs of civilization. Can you imagine what this place looked like when my family first came here in the mid-1800's? It astounds me. I feel them all around me like this land is in my DNA." With that I took Wayne's hand and led him further up the trail, helping him up some steep rocks, till we stopped on a mostly flat rock right on the edge of the pool beneath the waterfall and as close as we could get to it without getting wet. I pulled the backpack off my back and retrieved one of the towels which I laid down on the rock. I then sat cross legged on it and motioned for Wayne to sit beside me. When he did, I looked him the eye, sighed, and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips. Then, reaching into the backpack, I pulled out the Tupperware container with my stash from which I got one of the joints and the lighter. I lit the joint, took a deep hit, then handed it Wayne and we began to take our turns till all that remained was the tiniest stub of a roach. Mellowed by the pot, and with my constantly racing mind calmed, I pulled off my boots and socks and set them on the rock. I then stood up and, with the little bottle of Dr. Bronner's peppermint soap in hand, made my way to the edge of the rock before stepping off into the creek. "Whoa." I said, making a shivering motion, and Wayne asked if it was cold. "Hell yeah it's cold," I responded, "It's always cold. After all, it is fed by snow melt and some deep mountain springs." I added, "But, once the initial shock is over, it's totally exhilarating and not bad at all." "Come on!!" I waited for Wayne as he removed his boots and then helped him off the rock and into the water. Once he was off the rock, and we were standing face to face, I leaned in for another kiss while reaching down and gripping his dick. When the kiss ended I laughed and said, "I thought I'd grab that while I could still find it. Once we get further into this cold water our dicks and nuts are gonna shrivel up till we can hardly find them." Leading Wayne by the hand, I continued upstream toward the falls. The spray was getting more intense around us, till it was finally deep enough that when I squatted and the water was up to my neck. "Woohoo," I screamed. "No shit....Woohoo", Wayne screamed as he dunked his head under the water. "Watch this," I said as continued to wade toward the fall, the water getting deeper and deeper and the spray more intense till the water was almost pounding on my head. At this point, footing wasn't an issue as the bottom is mostly sand and gravel. I then waded through the most intense part of the deluge, the bottom changing from sand to rock once I was "behind" the falls, till I emerged on the other side where I carefully made my way up onto a partially submerged rock, with a ledge barely above the waterline, behind the waterfall. Standing there I told Wayne to, "Come on," while cautioning, "Watch out. It gets a little slippery as you come this way. " Wayne followed my path, playfully pausing to let the water pound on his head, and once he had passed beneath and behind the waterfall I helped him up onto the ledge with me. "Pretty intense isn't it?" I queried. "No shit," he said. I pointed at our shrunken dicks and balls, pulled up into our bodies as protection from the cold water and said, "We ain't gonna do anything with those for a while. How about a bath?" I squirted some of the peppermint soap into my hand and lathered up my own chest and abdomen before turning to Wayne to and doing the same to him. Wayne said, "Give me some of that," and we proceeded to lather each other up rubbing the luscious peppermint scented suds into every nook and cranny of each other's body. I turned my back to him and when he got to my ass, thoroughly soaping up my ass crack, I pushed back and made it obvious that I wanted him to soap up my hole. "Won't it sting," he queried, and I responded, "Heck no. Maybe a little minty tingle, but what do you think I put in my enemas? It makes everything minty fresh," I laughed. Though slightly puckered from the cold water, my ass was still loose and slick from our previous night and morning of fucking and Wayne's soapy, minty, finger slid right in. His finger, chilled by the water, was an odd sensation in my hot anus and my ass involuntarily contracted around it. "Mmmm," he said. "Nice grip. No wonder it feels so nice when I fuck you." "Don't take it for granted. I work out to keep it that way," I responded as I intentionally squeezed and released my ass on his finger bringing chuckles from both us. "Your cum has been oozing out of my ass ever since we get on the trail so clean me out good." He responded by pulling his finger out, soaping it up good, shoving it back in, and working it in and out. Even in the cold water, my body began to respond and I could feel blood flowing to my cock. "Fuck," I said. That feels good but we can't go any further here. "and I pulled my ass off his finger. I then made a shallow dive off the ledge and into the pool fully submerging myself in the exhilarating cold of the water and rinsing myself off. Wayne did the same and we swam, played, and frolicked in the creek for five or ten minutes before climbing out and drying ourselves off. "Whew," I said. That'll wake you up. " "N-n-n-n-no sh-sh-shit," Wayne shivered in return. "Come on. Get your boots on. We'll go up top to catch some sun, "I said as I sat on my towel while lacing up my boots. "You mean where we were last night?" Wayne asked. "Yep. Same place. Same big ol' flat rock," I answered. "That dark moss on it makes it a heat magnet and it'll be nice and warm from soaking up the sun. We should thaw out in no time." Once Wayne had his boots on we both stood up. I gathered our stuff and put it all in the backpack with the exception of the wet towels. I hung mine around my neck and Wayne did the same with his as we started up the trail to the right of the falls. The trail at this point was just a narrow path. It was sandwiched between granite slabs and barely wide enough to put your feet side-by-side. It was almost vertical in places but situated so you could put one hand on the rock on each side as you pushed yourself up. As we climbed, I somewhat breathlessly mentioned to Wayne, "Sometimes, during very heavy rain or snow run off, the creek overflows its bank above the falls and the area where were walking becomes part of the falls with water cascading off the cliff and down the canyon. I've only seen it like that a couple of times in my life and it was awesome but kind of scary as well." "I'll bet," he said. "More like a river than a creek," and I nodded my head in agreement. As we had the night before, we emerged in a clearing at the top of the trail. There, right in the middle of that clearing was that old familiar slab of moss covered granite. Though I've described it as two king beds before, it's bigger than that and it's probably more accurate to say it's about a quarter of basketball court. I climbed up onto the rock and pulled Wayne up behind me. I then turned to look back down the canyon and pointed out the road on which we'd driven. Though we couldn't see the cabin from here, as it's nestled up in the cedars on one side of the canyon, I pointed out a huge cedar that is right next to it so Wayne had some perspective as to where we were. I pulled the binoculars out of the backpack and followed the road as far as I could while telling Wayne, "This is such a natural vantage point. If anyone comes in you can see them from miles away. Even more at night since you see their headlights before you'd see their vehicle." Turning around, I pointed out the holes in the rock where Native Americans had used it for grinding acorns while mentioning that they too must have seen it as a safe vantage point as well. We pulled the towels from around our necks, put them on the rock, and sat down. As I'd predicted, the rock had been warmed by the sun and we quickly warmed up after our dip in the frigid creek water. I laid on my back, on Wayne's right side, and stretched out to soak up the heat of the sun. Wayne looked up and down my body, his gaze lingering on my exposed cock and balls, before looking me in the eyes and leaning over to plant a kiss on my lips. I instinctively parted my lips and passively let his tongue explore my mouth. The tactile sensations were exquisite as his tongue darted here and there tickling everything from the sensitive roof of my mouth, to the space between my teeth and lips, and all over my tongue. I pursed my lips and sucked on his tongue before, with a mind of its own, my tongue snaked its way into his mouth and we began the familiar and erotic dance of deep French kissing. When he started kissing me I had instinctively closed my eyes. When I opened them I was momentarily blinded by the bright afternoon sun and I at first had a time focusing because of the closeness of Wayne's face. Still, I could see the trees and mountains around us, and hear the roaring of the falls, and the scene struck me as beautiful and I got a little teary. Wayne's eyes were still closed as he concentrated on the sensations of kissing me. He must have sensed that I was "looking" and when he opened his eyes, and they made contact with mine, he pulled back and said, "I love you Duncan," and I responded, "I--love YOU--so much!" He leaned back down, began to kiss me again, and then I felt the light touch of his hand on my cock and balls. I had already begun to grow and get hard from the kissing alone but the direct stimulation sent a rush of blood into my cock and it became taught with arousal. With his thumb extended lengthwise between my cock and my mons and abdomen, he reached down with his fingers and lightly stroked the underside of my scrotum and perineum. All the while the tip of my penis, the glans and frenulum, were also in contact with the palm of his cupped hand. With that one hand, he seemed to somehow touch every sensitive part of my aroused genitals at once. Pulling, stroking ever so gently, he used his fingertips to rub my perineum, up the underside of my scrotum, along the entire shaft of my penis, before gently pulling the head of my shaft between his thumb and fingertips. Once there, he concentrated on the corona of my glans with his thumb and frenulum with his fingertips. The sensation was glorious and I once again closed my eyes to concentrate on what I was feeling between my legs. Wayne slowly pulled his mouth away from mine and I opened my eyes just in time to see him lowering his lips toward one of my nipples. He at first licked it gently with his tongue before pursing it between his lips and applying some light suction. I've always been a sucker for this and I said, "Harder." "What?" he said, knowing full well what I had asked. "Harder," I again said. "Suck it harder. Bite it. Oh please bite it." I pleaded and Wayne obliged by taking my now hard nipple between his teeth and applying a moderate amount of pressure before again applying hard suction. He went back and forth for a few minutes, alternating between biting and sucking, all the while fondling and teasing the tip of my dick till...suddenly...he stopped. I thought, "Here it comes," fully expecting him to position himself for shot at my ass before realizing he was climbing up and sitting on my thighs. He positioned himself so he could grab both our dicks in his hand and began to rub them together. I knew exactly where he was going with this and it was one of my favorite, and one of the first, sexual activities I had done with him. Wayne continued to rub our penis together while bending over at the waste, once again kissing me, and entrapping our penises between both of our bodies. As was usual, my embarrassingly copious pre-seminal fluid provided ample lubricant for our penises. Wayne concentrated on maintaining maximum, and continuous, contact between our glans as he stroked and occasionally added some of his own spit into the mix to keep my pre-seminal fluid wet and slippery. When he started to feel like he was getting close, and certainly knowing that I was feeling the same, he let go of my penis and slid forward till he sitting on my chest with his cock only inches from my face. I reached around him, and down to my cock, and stroked myself with increasing intensity and longing for release. Finally, Wayne's breathing became raspy and erratic and he started to moan as his penis began to shoot rope after rope of hot semen onto my chest and face and into my hair and now open mouth. His orgasm sent me over the edge and I squirted my load onto his back, his buttocks and onto and around my own pubes. Though this was now one of my favorite shared sexual activities, it wasn't always this way and my mind shot back to memories of when it wasn't. The first time we had ever done this, in what now seemed like the distant past and a different life, I had become so ashamed and enraged when Wayne came onto my chest and face that I had bucked him off my chest and actually cried as I had quickly cleaned myself off. I had felt dirty and confused. Just like this time, it was pleasurable for me and I had also cum but the thought of having his cum on my chest and face, and even on my lips, had left me ashamed as it pierced my carefully constructed façade that "I could not be gay?" In weird way, I think those memories actually made it more intense when we now did it. Now, here, on top of a hill in the mountains and totally exposed, it felt right and I was happy to have my lover cum on me and I on him. I was in no hurry to separate and clean any of it off and pulled him down onto me and we once again kissed. I spread my legs so we had maximum genital contact and as we squirmed around, cock on cock, his cum pressed between our bodies, I reached down to his butt and spread my cum all over his ass and back with my hands. Then I brought my cum covered hands up to my face where I spread it on my cheeks, comingling it with his, and inhaling the erotic scent before licking my fingers and sticking them into his mouth as well. He licked them hungrily and seductively sucked them, one digit at a time, into his mouth. Even here, and out in the open, the scent of our cum permeated my nostrils, tickled my senses, and left me feeling mellowed and content but still highly aroused. "My god this is glorious up here, "Wayne said, "Naked, my ass hanging in the breeze, sun on my back, and laying on top of you!! It all feels so right." "....and on rock on which generations of my family have probably been fucking and the Indians before that," I added. "There must be some powerful sexual karma in this place," and we both had a good laugh. He let out a deep sigh, laid his head in the crook between my neck and shoulder and lay still for some time. When he suddenly became heavy, and his breathing became deep, I realized he'd fallen asleep on top of me. I relaxed and lay there for some time myself before stirring and saying, "Pssst. Psst. Wayne. Wayne. If you don't want to sunburn that pretty white ass of yours you'd better roll over." He stirred, rolled off of me and onto his back on the other towel. I sat up so I could look down on him admiring his beautiful form. I leaned over and planted a few gently kisses on his lips. I then, and somewhat reluctantly, stood up and did a half assed job of cleaning up my chest, face and hair with my towel. Laughing, I threw my towel at Wayne and said, "Here. Clean yourself up. You're a mess." Wayne sat up and joked, "Well I didn't know we were going anywhere where I had to dress up." I said, "Funny you should mention that. But here's your shorts and shirt. The next trail is kind of overgrown and we probably shouldn't have our cocks and balls hanging out." I pulled my blue panties and khaki cargo shorts on over my boots and put my thermal shirt on. Wayne put on his denim shorts and Pendleton shirt and handed me the cum soiled towel which I stuffed back in the backpack. Then, I turned to the east, jumped off the big rock, and started walking up hill along the top of our current ridgeline. Wayne asked, "Where are we going?" "To my treehouse. "I responded. I turned and pointed back downhill and toward a canyon in the northwest and said, "It's actually down there. We could go direct, in a straight line, but that would mean losing all of the elevation we've gained so far and then a steep climb back up the other side. I'd rather go this way, climb a little bit at first, and then go along the side hill before dropping down onto the spot. I've known these trails since I was a kid. It's like keeping the high ground. I hate to lose any elevation till I have to. It's something my dad taught me while hunting." Wayne said he understood and added, "You're very fortunate. I can't imagine hunting with my dad. In fact, I've rarely seen him out of a business suit." He was right, I was fortunate, and it kind of punctuated the difference between the lives we'd led. His dad was a banker, my dad was raised a farm boy, became a cop and by marrying into my mom's family had also become a cowboy. We walked slightly uphill along the ridge on which the flat rock was perched. We weren't nearly to the top of the mountain range on which this little portion of the ranch was situated and the summit loomed over 3,000 feet above us. After proceeding up the ridge at a pace that made my thighs burn and took our breath away, I turned left and we descended a little into the creek bed. There, we walked across a large fallen log; to the other side of the creek and started up the other side. On up we went, then to the left for a mile or so. I kept us on the side hill and we descended and climbed only slightly, up and down, at the upper end of a number of little draws and spurs that extended off the main slope. Finally, we reached the upper end of the draw to which I was heading. Descending just slightly into it, we then climbed to the spur on the far side and paused. I pointed to lush foliage just below where we'd crossed and said to Wayne, "You see all the greenery down there? There's a spring that comes out of the mountain there. It forms a small creek and then joins the bigger creek down below. We call this spot Sherwood Forest because it's so overgrown, lush and green all year, and teeming with wildlife. You could hide a band of Merry Men down there...," I laughed. "There's a huge oak down there," I said pointing, "I think it rivals the 800-year-old Major Oak in the real Sherwood Forest. We have names for a lot of the places around here. Some are new to my generation while others have existed since before my mom was a kid. A few ridges over is Hole In The Wall...named after Butch Cassidy's hideout. " I continued to lead us down, along the top of the spur, before dropping steeply off the left side and down into Sherwood Forest. The path was choked with thick foliage like scrub oaks and manzanita, and even some red huckleberry, as well as fallen trees and detritus. As we made our way through it I pointed at some thorny bushes and said to Wayne with a laugh, "Do you see why we put our pants back on?" and he responded, "Holy crap, yes!" We finally emerged in a clearing on the side hill of the spur and I stopped. From here you could see the rocky outcropping from which the spring emerged as well as the relatively flat bottom of the spur where the creek flowed. A hundred yards across the way, the other spur which formed the draw gently sloped toward us as well. We were under the canopy of the forest with a fairly clear view of the draw in three directions. We stood there for a few minutes, basically under the canopy of a huge oak, and listening to the sound of all manner of wildlife before I said to Wayne, "Turn around." He turned around, facing slightly up the hill and said, "Wow. What is that" I explained to him that what he was looking at was a tree stand. It was securely mounted to the side of a big oak and we used it to hunt deer in season or just observe the wildlife. We also used it to watch for poachers who would drop down into our land from the National Forest above. 25 feet up in the tree there was a steel mesh platform, with a padded bench seat for two, and a ladder mounted to the trunk that you climbed to get to it. "Is it safe?" Wayne asked and I said, "Heck yeah. That ain't no rickety tree house. It was commercially made. My dad and I, along with his buddies and some of their kids, lugged all of the parts up here years ago. It requires a little adjustment, tightening and maintenance each season but it's very firmly attached to the tree." With that, I started up the ladder and, after removing the backpack which I hung from a spike sticking out of the trunk, I had a seat. I motioned for Wayne to come up behind me and, with a little trepidation and a swallow, he came up after me. I folded down the "shooting rail", that you could use to steady a rifle while aiming and shooting, and told him, "See, a safety bar, just like at the amusement park. Let's be kind of quiet and see what comes along." I reached into the backpack, got out the little bong which I filled with water from the canteen and handed the canteen to Wayne for a drink. I took a drink myself before putting it back in the pack and pulled out the pot and lighter. We then handed the bong back and forth between us, each of us taking half a dozen hits before I put it away. The pot was good. I always had good pot and it left us both feeling quite mellow and euphoric. Wayne watched in amazement as a constant parade of wildlife ventured into our field of view and cavorted about. Though impressed and happy, I wasn't quite as "amazed" since I'd been here many times before and had seen far more exotic animals than the birds and squirrels that were before us now. I'd seen coyote, deer, bear, and even a mountain lion from this very spot. Wayne put his right arm around me and I leaned over so my head was resting on his chest. He ran the fingers of his left hand through my hair and, with a sigh, I melted further into him. Reaching with my right hand, I rubbed the top of Wayne's right leg, up and down, from the knee and up the thigh to his hip. As I rubbed, I could see the bulge, the vague outline of his penis becoming larger and more pronounced through his denim shorts and, of course, I had to touch it. Noting what I'd done to him just by rubbing his leg I said, "Oh fuck. Look at that. What have I done? It doesn't take much with us does it?" He responded, "No. It never did. It never does." I cupped the outline of his penis in my hand and begin to trace it, squeezing it, from the tip, to the base, to the balls and back again several times. As he grew, the outline of his glans became more obvious and I concentrated my attentions there for a time before starting the process all over again. With a desire, a need, to feel flesh on flesh I slid my hand up the leg of Wayne's short denim cutoffs and let out a satisfied "Mmmmm" when I found his balls which I lightly rubbed and teased for a bit before sliding my hand further up to his dick. Again I rubbed it, the length of the underside nestled in my palm, while I fondled the tip with my fingertips but, frustrated by the tight confines of his shorts, I wanted more. Pulling my hand from the within the leg of Wayne's shorts, I sat up and moved my face to his where our lips and tongues collided in a passion filled kiss. It wasn't just about the sex with us. It never had been and from the moment we'd first met there had been a special chemistry between us. His eyes looked into my soul, and mine into his, and they had long before there was anything sexual between us. We were kindred spirits, somehow meant to be together, and once we'd met there was no stopping the inevitable love that developed between us. My hand meanwhile had remained in Wayne's lap as I continued to squeeze and rub his cock through his shorts. While looking him in the eye, and no doubt with a bit of a leer on my face, I unbuttoned his shorts and lowered his zipper. I reached into his fly and grabbed his hot and fully erect cock in my hand, gripping it, squeezing it, stroking it, and rubbing the lubricated slit with my thumb. Seemingly involuntarily, he closed his eyes as if concentrating on the sensations. I slid off the seat and onto my knees beside Wayne, my face above his crotch, on the narrow expanded-steel platform. This turned out to be a little rough on my knees so I slid my cargo shorts halfway down my legs to pad them. This left my fully engorged cock protruding out of the blue skimpy blue panties which couldn't come close to containing it. I then grabbed the waistband of Wayne's shorts and gave them a tug. Upon feeling this, Wayne momentarily lifted his butt slightly up off the chair and I slid his shorts to his ankles. His cock freed, it sprang to attention in all of its fully erect glory. I wrapped my right hand around his balls, with my thumb and index finger encircling the base of his cock and squeezed. It became even more hard and I stared up at Wayne's face while licking the corona and occasionally taking just the glans entirely into my mouth. It felt, and tasted, luscious in my mouth and the sensations I was feeling on my lips and tongue were at least as arousing to me as the sensations he was feeling on his cock. At first Wayne's eyes were closed but then he opened them and he sighed when we made eye contact. It must have been a bizarre site. Here he was sitting on a padded bench in a tree, his pants around his ankles, staring into his lover's eyes who had his lips wrapped around his cock. In the background, the ground was at least twenty five feet below as it sloped away into a draw where a tiny creek was flowing. Surrounding him was an oak and pine forest canopy. Manzanita, other bushes, and native grasses covered the ground and birds and other wildlife cavorted about. Wayne half sighed, and half spoke, as he said, "Ah fuck Duncan. This is so fucking hot but...isn't it a little dangerous to be doing this up here?" Only briefly taking my lips from around his cock, but with it still touching my face, I shushed him and responded, "Shhhhh! Relax, it's perfectly safe. Before we made this trip, I had ideas, almost images, of the places up here I wanted to have sex with you and this is one of them. I saw this in a dream and we're making it come true. You just sit back, take in the scenery, and I'll take care of the rest." Upon hearing that, he reached down, stroked my face and ran his fingers through my long hair, before leaning back in the seat and whispering, "Really? What a romantic you are lover." "Yep," I said, "I watched this scene in my dreams and I know how it's going to end," as I wrapped my lips around his penis and flicking my tongue in and out of the slit When I'd noticed that he'd closed his eyes again I said, "Try to keep your eyes open lover. I want you to see me. I want you to know where you are. I want you to remember this moment forever," and I took him into my mouth once again. I started out as before with only his glans in mouth as my tongue swirled around the sensitive ridge of his corona and into and out of the slit. Spitting on the head, and wetting my lips, I gently bobbed up and down as I sucked only the taught and bulbous head into and out of my mouth. Wayne squirmed as if trying to escape the possibly too intense sensations but, perched in the tree as we were, he had nowhere to go. With his dick nestled between my lips, I chuckled at his predicament and looked up at him with a broad, impish, grin. He looked down at me and with a bit of a laugh said, "You look like the Cheshire Cat with a dick in your mouth." "Who....are....you?" I said before realizing and saying, "Oh wait, that's the caterpillar. It doesn't matter. It still feels like Wonderland." With that I gripped his cock between my thumb and index finger and sucked on the tip mimicking the action of The Caterpillar sucking on a hookah. Blowing on the wet tip while saying it I breathed out, "Whooo...are...youooo," as if talking to his dick. I then wrapped my index finger and thumb only around the ridge of his glans and made short fast strokes, almost vibrating, while flicking my tongue on the tip as fast as I could go. Wayne threw his head back, again squirming at the intense sensations, and said, "Oh fuck! Now I know I've fallen down the rabbit hole." Sensing that he might be close to cumming, and wanting this to last, I just let his cock sit in mouth for a few moments before laving it again with slow gentle motions. Every now and then I'd try to deep throat him, trying to take his entire length into my mouth and throat, which would eventually cause me to gag and I'd have to retreat. Though we'd been sexually active with each other for years, anal sex was still relatively new to us and we'd tried oral sex for the first time only the night before. Still, I had practiced deep throating with a dildo and I was determined since the thought of swallowing his whole dick, and the pleasure it might give him, turned me on so very much. Plus, from the small number of porn films I'd seen to that date, mostly on my brother-in-law's 8mm collection, I thought deep throating was expected when giving oral sex. Time and time again I tried, and time and time again I gagged and failed, till I shifted my position so I my knees were on the bench right next to where he was seated and I was facing down toward his feet. This made my throat align more directly with the angle of this dick but it put me in a bit more of a precarious position in our tree stand perch. Finally, concentrating, calming myself, I slid my mouth over his cock till my lips were wresting in his pubes and the tip of his cock was deep in my throat. I let it rest there, feeling his pulse along his whole length, before sliding back out. Once I got it down, I seemed to have more gag reflex pulling out then going in and I was drooling copiously. I did this over again, interspersed with moments of stroking his drool covered dick with my hand while my mouth and tongue slid over and around the tip, till his breathing and moans let me know he was getting close. I then slid back down onto my knees on the deck and stroked him with my hand till I felt his cock start to stiffen as his prostate made that initial contraction before releasing and starting it's pulsing and pumping. I took him deep for the first few jets before opening my mouth and letting him squirt onto my tongue and lips. I then took him deep again, sliding him in and out of my cum lubricated mouth, as I cleaned his dick and swallowed his cum drop by precious drop. I had been too busy ministering to his cock with one hand, while holding onto the tree stand with other lest I fall out, to pay any attention to my own cock but it was aching hard, dripping pre-cum, and begging for release from my blue panties. I sat my nearly bare ass back down onto the bench, pulled the panties aside to free my cock and balls, and stroked my cock only a few times before the inevitability of an orgasm began welling from within me. Wayne's eyes had still been closed from the intense pleasure I'd just given him and he opened them just as I angled my dick toward his crotch and began to cum all over his pubes and balls. When my orgasm subsided, I reached over and gently rubbed my cum deep into his pubes, making as much of a mess as possible, while saving some to rub into mine as well. I wanted us both to smell of cum cologne for later. Wayne forcefully pulled my head toward his and our mouths collided , my cum covered lips against his, our tongues dancing and darting in and out of the deepest recesses, till we both sat back to catch our breath. "Holy fuck!" Wayne said. "Where did you learn that?" I laughed and said, "You know me. I'm a bookworm. I learned it at the library." and we both laughed out loud. There we were. In a tree, pants still down around our ankles, crotches coated with cum and I felt like it was the most natural yet exhilarating thing in the world. I leaned over toward Wayne, snaked my hand up inside his shirt and caressed his chest and tickled his nipples. We gently kissed, tongue on tongue, lips on lips, with a little playful nipping and sucking along the way. All the while I was teary, and almost sobbing, as I proclaimed my love for him over and over again. When I pulled back I noted that he was teary too. We looked each other up and down, and into one another's eyes, and we both bit our lips to avoid talking about the elephant in the room, our straight lives back home. I then reached into the backpack hanging from the tree, pulled out a joint, and we eagerly smoked it to numb our minds to anything but the pleasures and contentment of the here and now. Though I accepted my self-nature much later, self-medicating was the only way I could deal with my Christian guilt, and obviously homosexual tendencies, in the heterosexual world in which I lived. As we sat there finishing the last few tokes on the joint, I was listening to the wind rustle through the trees when I suddenly realized that the temperature had dropped drastically. The wind was kicking up and the sky was getting dark with clouds. Nestled back in the little canyon as we were, and with the dense canopy of trees around us, I couldn't tell if this was just a few passing clouds or the leading edge of a storm and I said to Wayne, "I hate to harsh your mellow, but we'd better get down off the mountain and back to camp since it looks like a storm might be coming. It can cool down quick and get nasty in a hurry up here." Looking up at the sky Wayne responded, "Oh shit! Where did that come from? All kind of stuff sneaks up on you when you're having fun." I stood up on the platform and found that I was a bit wobbly. I steadied myself against the tree and said to Wayne, "I don't know if I'm dizzy from the pot, from being cooped up on this little platform, or from the afterglow of sex. Be careful when you stand up." Wayne looked at me, laughed, and responded, "Or, it could be because your pants are still down around your ankles." I looked down at the panties, tucked to the side with my cock and balls still swaying, then at my shorts wrapped around my ankles and laughed as well. I tucked my cock and balls back into the panties which, again, could barely contain them and as I had earlier in the cabin pointed my ass at Wayne as bent to pull up my shorts. Wayne said, "That ass looks real nice but I thought you said we had to get down out of here." Acting surprised I said, "Why, what are you talking about? I was just pulling up my shorts. Why you dirty minded little boy." With a smack on my ass from his open palm Wayne responded, "Why you little tease. I should give you a good spanking and fuck you right here." "You're right," I responded. "No time to fuck, but you can give me another slap if you want and a spanking later." He responded by giving me a couple of good hard slaps on both ass cheeks followed by a couple of kisses on the red marks he'd left on my behind. The smacks on my ass stung real good and the jolts to my prostate reminded me or more to come later. We both finished pulling ourselves together, I grabbed the backpack, and down the ladder we went. We could have dropped right into the bottom of the draw, and followed the little creek to where it joined the larger one at the bottom of the canyon, but like before I opted to climb a little so we were walking on top of the spur. This took us to a flat, above the north side of the canyon, from which we could look down onto the pond and cabin. I pointed to where the smaller creek joined the larger one and told Wayne, "If we'd followed that down, we'd have come out on this side of the pond and creek with no way to get across but to go way back upstream to get past the marsh where the creek enters the lake before crossing. By coming this way, we'll come out below the dam and we'll be able to walk back on the road and across the culvert to get to the cabin." "How do you know all this shit?" he responded and I answered, "It's in my blood. I've covered every inch of this property on foot or horseback since I was a kid. By the way, look how dark those clouds are getting. I think we'd better get to hoofing it back to the cabin," and I quickly led us down the slope and off the mountain. Just as we hit the bottom of the slope and emerged onto the dirt road the first raindrops on the leading edge of the storm began to fall. We weren't far from the cabin at all, maybe 200 yards, and I accelerated our pace as we walked across the creek at the culvert and uphill toward the cabin. The pace of the rain picked up as well, and we were getting soaking wet, but it really didn't matter since we weren't wearing much in the way of clothing anyhow. As we reached the cabin, we paused and as I pointed out the ridge from which we'd just come a lighting strike crackled from that direction followed almost immediately by the boom of thunder. "Whoa!" Wayne said. "That was close," I responded and we hurried inside. It was just in time too as the rain quickly became a downpour and the lightning and thunder increased with frequent cracks of lightning followed by the boom of thunder bouncing off the canyon walls. With the cabin nestled under the cedars on the north slope of a mountain it really doesn't get any direct sunlight and thus was considerably colder than the outside air. The fire in the stove had died down while we were out and about so I cracked open the door to the firebox, added some kindling and a few logs, and began to blow on the few remaining coals. They got brighter and brighter with each puff of air till, finally, the kindling ignited followed by the logs. Once the fire was well established, I added a few more logs and closed the firebox. By now, our soaked cloths and bodies, and the cold air in the cabin, had put a good chill on both of us and we were both shivering a bit. I reached into my backpack, retrieved a few towels, and told Wayne to dry off while I started to do the same. He at first was drying himself over and around his clothing and I said, "That'll never do. Here, let me help." I walked over and dried his hair, intentionally tousling it in the process. He looked cute as could be with his layered shag damp and disheveled. I then moved closer and gave him a big juicy kiss on the lips while reaching for the bottom of his shirt and pulling it off over his head. I then hung it from the open rafters above the stove to dry. "Let's get those boots off, Here, have a seat," I said as I pulled a chair out from under the table. "I'd just pull your shorts down and off over them but they're a bit muddy and we I don't want to make a mess of your shorts." Wayne plopped his ass down in the chair and I motioned for him to give me his boot. He raised one off the floor and I unlaced it and pulled it off his foot. I then did the same with the other. Feeling his sock, and noting it was dry, I elected to leave it on due to the chill in the cabin and cold wooden floor. I then grabbed the hem of his shorts and pulled them off while he lifted his butt off the chair to give me a hand. As I went to hang his shorts on the rafters I noticed the inside was coated with the cum that I'd rubbed into his pubic hair at the tree house and probably also some pre and post ejaculatory fluid. Waving them under my nose and giving an exaggerated sniff I laughed and said, "Mmmm. Cummy shorts. Why was I so worried about a little mud," and I hung them in the rafters as well. Wayne stood up, and while drying himself the rest of the way off, proclaimed, "It's a little cold in here. I'm climbing into the sleeping bag till it warms up a bit." "Sounds like a good idea," I responded as I removed my boots and pulled off my shirt, shorts and panties. I hung the shirt and shorts in the rafters above the stove and threw my cum stained panties in the general direction of my laundry bag. Even if I didn't intend to wear them again on this trip, I didn't want wet clothes festering in the laundry. I then stirred the fire in the stove and stuffed a few more small logs into the firebox before climbing into the bed next to Wayne. On the way, I grabbed a pack of Oreo cookies. "I don't know about you but I'm starved, and I've got the munchies," I said while grabbing a few and handing the pack to Wayne. "Awe...Oreos in bed. It doesn't get any better than this," Wayne said while munching two at a time, "Plus we need the energy to warm up." Once we'd had our fill of cookies I set them aside and I scooted up next to him spooning his backside for warmth. He flinched a little, involuntarily pulled away, and said, "Whoa. You feel like an icicle." Feigning hurt, I rolled onto my other side and pulled slightly away. Wayne immediately rolled back toward me, wrapped his arm over me while pulling me toward him, and spooned my backside. Smiling, I pushed my butt back toward him till I could feel his penis nestled against the cleft between my cheeks and sighed. "Sorry," Wayne said. "It's OK," I replied. "This is the way it's supposed to be," and I pushed myself even deeper back into his warmth while wiggling my butt against his cock. By now the storm was really getting busy outside. The wind was driving the heavy rain against the walls and thin roof of the cabin. When it began to sound like small pebbles were hitting the roof I realized that it had begun to hail. The wind was howling through the cedar trees which creaked and moaned as their branches swayed, and the occasional jagged bolt of lightning was illuminating the inside of the cabin followed in short order by the boom of thunder. Daylight was waning outside and, with it getting quite dark in the cabin, the flashes of lightning seemed more intense and more dramatic. "It looks like no nighttime walk for us tonight, "I said, "And it looks like I won't be able to fulfill one of my bucket list items." "What was that?" Wayne responded. "Oh, nothing really," I answered. "I just wanted you to fuck the cum out of me while we lay on the dock under the stars. Even if the rain slowed down enough for us to try it, we'd probably get struck by lightning out there. But what a ride it would be!" "Why you naughty boy," Wayne exclaimed, "Yeah, that would be crazy. Can you imagine if we got struck by lightning while doing it and we we're frozen in that position? Whoever found us could never unsee it. " "A new family legend would be born. Oh the shame of it all, "I laughed. "Snuggle up. It's too early to make dinner and still too cold in here. I'll get up and cook once it warms up." I pushed my bare backside further into the security of Wayne's body and he draped his arm over me, snuggling as close as possible, as well. I closed my eyes and, soon, the rhythm of the rain on the roof and the wind in the trees had lulled both of us to sleep. After a few hours something woke me up, I think silence, and I opened my eyes. The cabin was totally dark and I lay there listening for a few minutes before sliding out from under Wayne's embrace. The silence could mean one of two things and while I kind of feared one of them I also anticipated it with childlike excitement. I stood up, totally nude and exposed, and cautiously made my way over to the table where I felt around till I found a box of wooden matches. Striking one, I found the hurricane lamp sitting on the table and lit it. I then lit two more, one that was mounted to the wall and the other hanging from the rafters above the sink. The room became bathed in the comforting yellow glow of the oil fired lamps and, looking at Wayne as he slept, I felt melancholic at the thought that this was the last night of our weekend together. Going about my housekeeping, as is typical for me, I opened the firebox on the stove, stirred the coals around a bit, added some more wood and after closing the firebox adjusted the draw so the stove was burning hotly but efficiently. All the while, I was apprehensive about how quiet it seemed outside. Tiptoeing over to my backpack, I grabbed a set of blue polypropylene thermal underwear, tops and bottoms, and slipped them on. I used these when running in inclement weather and they fit me like a second skin, hugging every curve. I then slipped on my hiking boots, grabbed a flashlight, and stepped out the cabin door and onto the small porch. The cold hit me in the face and I instantly knew why it was so quiet. I was both thrilled and apprehensive about what I saw. Snowflakes danced in the flashlight beam and, shining it around, I noted that there was already at least two inches on the ground. I went back in and hurried over to the stove to warm myself up. I had planned on barbecuing hamburgers for dinner but, with the barbecue now covered with snow, I knew that was out of the question so I instead grabbed a frying pan out of the cupboard and went about making the patties. I had turned my back to the room to slice some onions when I heard I heard Wayne say, "What time is it?" "I don't know," I responded, "I didn't even bring a watch with me but I'd suspect around eight. Let's see if we can find out," and I fiddled with my radio-cassette player till I found the only FM station in our town on the dial. My dad was an amateur radio operator and this was really his. It was a "boom box" with a cassette, FM, shortwave, and great sound before the rest of the world knew what a boom box was. The sounds of classic rock soon filled the room though we didn't know it would ever be "classic rock" back then. It was just the music of our generation. "It sounds like the storm calmed down." Wayne said. I walked over to where he was sitting, upright in the bed and still partially wrapped in the sleeping bag, and bent over giving him a kiss. "You'd think so," I said while handing him his backpack, "Pull on some clothes, I've got something to show you." Wayne fished around in his backpack, pulled out a pair of waffle knit thermals, and pulled them on. He then just slipped on his boots without tying them. Overwhelmed with a sudden wave of affection, I said, "You look cute in those. Kind of like Farmer John" as I pulled him to me and gave him a kiss which quickly turned into a playful dance of the tongues. "You look cuter still," he said. "What are those?" "Polypro thermals," I said. "They fit like tights don't they? I like the way they feel on my skin too. They make me feel. . . SOOO SEXY," and we both had a laugh. Grabbing the flashlight, and taking him by the hand, I led him out the door and closed the door behind us. "Whew," he said, "It sure got cold in a hurry." "That's only half of it," I responded as I turned on the flashlight exposing the falling snowflakes and accumulation on the ground. "Holy shit! Isn't it a little late in the year for that," he exclaimed and, I explained, "We're at 6,500 feet in the Southern Sierras. Weather changes quickly up here. I've been up here when it snowed on the Fourth of July. I just hope we can still get out of here tomorrow. We have two issues, one, with all the rain we had earlier and now the snow the road may be too soft and muddy in places especially if the snow starts to melt. The other is if the snow gets too deep or if everything ices over. We'll know in the morning but my thought is that we try to get out relatively early while the wet ground is still a little frozen solid and hope that it's not too icy. At least it's a plus that your old VW van has most of the weight above the drive axle." "I'm a city boy. I don't know anything about this kind of thing. Whatever you think is best will work for me," Wayne responded. I smiled, turned face to face and gave him kiss on the lips while cupping his ass cheek to steer him back inside. Once inside, I turned up the music and continued making dinner. It wasn't long before the DJ announced that it was nine-o-clock so we at least had a point of reference. "Nine-o-clock? No wonder I'm so hungry," I exclaimed as I flipped the burgers in the pan. I looked over and saw that Wayne was sitting at the table, my Tupperware stash container in front of him, and was rolling one joint after another. He'd also retrieved the Oreo cookie stash from next to the bed and was munching away on one. "If you spoil your dinner I'll have to give you a spanking, "I exclaimed. He made a big show out of eating another and said, "Then that's two of us who are owed a spanking," he said. The thought of that reminded me of the spanking promised earlier and brought a twinge of arousal and anticipation to my groin. Wayne then lit a joint and took a few drags before bringing it to me as I cooked. Realizing how warm it was next to the stove he huddled close to it, and to me, and we passed the joint back and forth each taking our hits in turn as I tended the hamburger patties. As I looked at the two of us in our thermal underwear, the thought struck me that it looked something like a pajama party and I wished that I had a footed Union Suit with the drop bottom. Now THAT would have been fun. Finally, with everything ready, I put all of the hamburger fixings on the table and we dug in like we were starved. "Ooops, I forgot something," I said as I retrieved a few 7UPs from the ice chest and fished around in the groceries. Finding what I wanted, a bottle of Seagram's Seven Crown, I mixed us each a tall 7 and 7 and sat back down. "Ah, that is nice," I said. "My sister takes such good care of me," referring to the fact that it was she who always bought me alcohol before I was of legal drinking age. We ate, we drank, and we got drunk. We smoked pot, a lot of pot, and we got very high. We listened to the radio, we made locker room talk about girls and our girlfriends like any "normal" young men would though, for that time, many people would have considered us far from "normal". Earlier, with the wind blowing so hard outside, the wood stove in the cabin had a hard time keeping the drafty old cabin warm but now, with the wind calm and even though it was snowing outside, it was getting warm, almost hot, and cozy inside. When we'd had our fill of the burgers I got up from the table, cleared off and threw away the paper plates and plastic utensils, and put the condiments and leftovers back into the ice chest. I then set about cleaning the frying pan and spatula I'd used to cook the burgers. With a wobbly "Whoa", Wayne got up and followed me to the sink with yet another joint in his hand. "Why do you that?" he asked with a chuckle. "Do what?" I responded, truly puzzled. "Why do you always clean up right after a meal? Why do you set up camp before doing anything else? And for crying out loud, why have you always done your homework, from the day we met, before coming out to play?" he said as he playfully rubbed his groin against my ass. I laughed, and turned, cupped his genitals though his pants and looking him straight in the eyes said, "I don't know. It's partially my upbringing and partially a mental disorder I guess," I said while crossing my eyes and making a goofy face. "Dirt, clutter and disorganization make me feel uncomfortable and almost claustrophobic, plus, I just always like I to have the loose ends tidied up before I 'play'." He leaned in to kiss me and without losing lip to lip contact I continued, "I don't suppose that 'play' had the same urgency back then as it does today," and I let his tongue explore the deepest recesses of my mouth. When he pulled back he said, "Wow. That sure was a strong onion you put on the burgers." While laughing I said, "You see. That's why you take care of the details before you play. Now go brush your teeth and get ready for bed. Do you have to pee?" When he said, "Yes!" I said "Hold on, I'll be right with you." We slipped our jackets on over our thermal underwear, I grabbed a flashlight, and we stepped out the door and into the cold and darkness. Though still falling, the intensity of the snow had diminished and it was now just small flakes lazily floating to the ground. We walked over to the side of the cabin and, still partially protected under the eaves, relieved ourselves into the garden. We then walked around to the other side and I shined the beam of the flashlight toward the lake. We could see that there was only around an inch of accumulation, maybe two at the most, and I mentioned that I thought we'd be OK to drive out in the morning. Barely dressed as we were, it didn't take long for the cold to creep through our clothes and we quickly hurried inside. We hurried over to the stove to warm back up and I filled the firebox with wood. I then poured some hot water into a wash basin and made a show of washing my face and brushing my teeth while raising my eyebrows and giving Wayne my, "I yam what I yam" face. I then dumped the wash basin, refilled it with hot water, and said to Wayne, "It's all yours" and he went about cleaning up as well. While he was at the sink, I had poured myself another pan of hot water and had stepped away from the sink into the far corner of the cabin. I took off my shoes and socks, removed the bottoms of my thermal underwear, and went about cleaning my semi-hard cock, balls and ass, cummy from the day's activities, with a warm washcloth. When Wayne was done at the sink he turned around, saw what I was doing, and said "I never would have thought of doing that." I said, "That's OK. You don't have to, because I'm going to do it for you." I pulled up a chair, put a towel down on it, and motioned for him to sit. As soon as he plopped himself down in the chair I pulled off his boots and motioned for him to raise his butt so I could pull off his thermal bottoms. His erect penis instantly stood at attention and I asked, "Have you been running around with a hard on all night?" and he responded, "No. Only half turned on. The blood rushed into it in a hurry when you said you were going to give me a mountain sponge bath." "Glad to be of service," I said. I wet a washcloth and started by cleaning his mons, the cleft where his thighs met his groin, and his perineum while deftly avoiding his cock and balls. As soon as the wet and warm washcloth touched his skin he moaned, threw his head back, and I could see his cock become more engorged. I repeatedly cleaned and rinsed this area, frequently dipping the washcloth into the warm water, before finally gently cupping his balls in the washcloth and giving them the same treatment. By the time I wrapped the warm washcloth around his penis, and gently began to rub it up and down, his breathing was deep and ragged. When I could no longer resist the temptation, and with the warm washcloth still wrapped around his shaft, I slid my mouth over the tip of his penis and began to gently flick my tongue into his slit and under and around his corona and glans. Wayne's ass involuntarily squirmed in the chair at my touch. After teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue like this for a while, I laid the washcloth aside and wrapped my bare hand around his shaft and began to move it up and down while bobbing my mouth up and down around the head in unison. I continued like this, occasionally dipping my hand in the warm water so it was like an extension of my wet and warm mouth. Occasionally, I moved my mouth from the tip of his penis, quickly replaced by my hand, so I could retrieve some of his precum which, when mixed with the warm water, made his shaft delightfully slippery. Wayne's eyes were closed most of the time, as he apparently concentrated on the sensations. Finally, and seemingly involuntarily, he stretched his legs out rigid before him, his skin on his cock became as taught as it could possibly be, and with a guttural moan he began to shoot jet after jet of hot semen into my mouth as I applied copious suction in an attempt to draw as much out as possible. I swirled his cum around on my tongue, tasting it, enjoying the texture and sensation, before swallowing it down. I then retrieved the warm wash cloth from the water, and gave his penis a few more strokes, before standing up and kissing him hard on the mouth. "Oh my God," Wayne exclaimed. "What made you think of that?" "You know me, "I answered. "Just something I fantasized about doing weeks ago and I do nothing without a plan. The opportunity just seemed to present itself so I went for it. Wasn't it good?" "Fuck yes," he said and after motioning for him to get up from the chair I dried him and myself off and finished getting ready for bed. It had been a short but intense weekend, and we'd both cum quite a few times. In the back of my mind I was thinking, "I don't know if I should have done that. I hope he has at least one more load left in him since I have very specific desires I want taken care of tonight." Wayne, still naked from the waist down, climbed onto the bed and was sitting up with only his lower extremities under the covers. Once again I made sure the firebox on the stove was as full as it could be and I turned off the hurricane lamps till only one was burning dimly. I put the radio on a chair and within reach so I could turn it off when it was time to go to sleep. I filled the bong with water and made sure that my backpack, with the pot, lube and other supplies was within reach. Finally, I grabbed the bottle of Seagram's whiskey and with a sigh plopped down in the bed next to Wayne who proclaimed, "Sometimes I get exhausted just watching you." "I know what you mean. I get exhausted just being myself, "I sighed. "But we're good to go now and have everything we need without getting up, unless we have to take a piss," I said with a chuckle. Sitting cross legged, and with the bottle of Seagram's whiskey between my legs with the cap off, I took a pinch of our sensimilla bud from the Tupperware container and loaded up the bong. Striking up the lighter, I sucked on the bong as it made that comforting, and all too familiar, gurgling sound till, with a "whoosh" the hot embers of the weed hit the water and the soothing steam shot into my lungs as well. While holding the smoke in, I swallowed a shot of the Seagram's and yelled, "Shotgun," while exhaling. "Whew. That was good," I said while preparing the bong for Wayne. I flicked the lighter and lit the bowl as he too began the ceremonial "gurgle dance" with the bong till; once again, it was finished with a "whoosh" at which time I handed him the bottle of Seagram's. After taking his pull on the bottle, he too exhaled with an exclamation of, "Ah...you're right. That is so good." Back and forth we went, bong and whiskey, bong and whiskey, while talking about nothing and everything and occasionally leaning over and exchanging shotgun kisses while blowing our exhaled weed into each other's mouth. Looking down, I noticed that Wayne, almost subconsciously, was lightly stroking the tip and glans of his penis while stealing glances at mine. Funny thing, but at the same time I realized that I was doing the same. I was pleased to see that he was slightly engorged, not erect but with an obvious "chubby", as this meant he could still give me what I wanted or, more appropriately, what I needed. Feeling the need for a change of ambience, I fiddled with the radio dial till I found a classical station and, much to my delight, I found them just beginning to play Beethoven's Ninth Symphony, Chorale. When I realized it was my favorite interpretation, with Václav Neumann and Czech Philharmonic Orchestra I was even more pleased. With Ludwig Van providing the soundtrack, I stretched out on my left side on our foam mattress and sleeping bag bed next to Wayne. Taking the cue, he stretched out as well till we were on our sides, facing each other, with our faces only inches apart. Looking Wayne in the eyes, while moving closer and closer till I was too close to focus, I began to place very light kisses on his face, cheeks, forehead, and finally his eyes, before settling on his lips. He started to open his mouth and give me his tongue, till I made it apparent that I wanted something lighter, and more intimate, and we just continued to make very light contact with our lips only till I began to softly speak. "Don't talk. Just listen," I said softly. "This weekend has meant the world to me and I'm sorry if I might have tried to squeeze too much activity into just a few days. It's just that . . . I don't know how often we'll ever be able to have this kind of privacy again and I wanted us to experience as much of this place, which is magical to me, as we could and when we could. I hope I haven't been to bossy in leading you around the place," . . . and my voice trailed off as he planted a deep kiss on my lips which was obviously intended to shush me. "You worry too much, "he said. "It's been great. I've had an amazing time and I love you for sharing it. We'll make time, here or somewhere else, whenever and wherever we can. OK? Just don't worry about it. We'll just live in the here, and now, whenever we can be together. Got it?" As he was talking I was pursing my lips, even biting my upper lip, to quell the temptation to talk even more and spilling all of my anxieties on the floor. Finally, after a heavy sigh and deep breath, I locked my lips with his and kissed him forcefully before opening my mouth to accept his probing tongue which I met with mine while sucking it deep into my mouth. We kissed hungrily, seemingly trying to consume each other's lips and tongues. Pulling away, ever so slightly, I kissed him on the side of the face, nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, before planting my lips on the side of his neck just above his collarbone. There, I began to apply copious amounts of suction with every intention of leaving a mark, a hickey, a monkey bite if you will, and branding him as mine. He at first moaned at the sensation but when he realized what I was trying do uttered, "Wait a minute...," in an attempt to stop me. I released the suction, but only for a moment, as I reached down grasped his penis, and spread his pre-cum around the tip before starting to gently stroke it up and down. He again moaned, and when I felt that he was sufficiently distracted by the direct stimulation to his penis I again began to suck on his neck with even more vigor. By now, too lost in the sensations at both ends of his body, he just moaned openly and let me continue in my quest to mark him. When I was sure that I'd applied enough suction for long enough to leave a good testament to our passion, I pulled away far enough to admire my handiwork and was pleased to see a deep purple bruise as the site of my oral assault. Wayne asked, "What does it look like?", and with a chuckle I responded, "It looks terrible. It looks horrible. It looks WONDERFUL," and I moved down to passionately kiss him on the lips. I then laid down fully on my back next to Wayne, and while pulling his head toward me with my hand behind his neck, turned my head and neck till the same position on my body was openly exposed as I made it obvious I wanted to be marked as well. He moved so he was lying fully on top of me, our penises pressed together against our abdomens, as he began to suck, and even bite, at my neck as well. The sensation was exquisite, a little pain, a little pleasure and a feeling of total submissiveness. I could tell by the sensations that it was going to be deep, dark, and obvious but I didn't care, and in fact maybe hoped, that it might spark some questions from the folks back home. My thoughts were that maybe it was time. As Wayne continued to mark me with a hickey, eventually moving over to mark me on the other side of the neck, I spread my legs so that his hard cock was nestled between my thighs and just beneath my balls. Without even looking, I reached out beside the bed with my right hand and was pleased when I felt the familiar outline of the already open tub of Alboline. I scooped up a dollop of it with my fingertips and reached down to spread it on Wayne's penis stroking it up and down the full length of his shaft. Wayne seemed surprised as he was so much into consuming my neck that he didn't even realize I had retrieved the lube. Spreading my legs even wider, I wrapped them around Wayne's back while grasping his cock and pointing the tip to the entrance of my hole. Wayne pushed himself up on his hands, apparently wanting to see my face, and got a sly grin on his face as he slowly pushed his cock through the muscular ring of my anus and into my rectum. I too began to grin as, once again, I felt the erotic sensation of the spreading and stretching of my anal sphincter and the exquisite sense of fullness as his penis slowly intruded deeper and deeper into my rectum. When Wayne's hips bottomed out against my upturned ass cheeks, and the tip of his dick seemingly bottomed out in my guts, he gave one hard thrust as if to firmly plant himself inside my hole, his hole, and our grins grew broad. "Oh fuck," I exclaimed as my anus involuntarily twitched around his cock. "You've no idea how good that feels. " "It feels pretty good on my end too," Wayne responded as he moved ever so slightly in and out, "And the view is pretty hot too," he said while glancing down at the sight of his cock disappearing into my ass. As impossible as it seemed, considering all the sex we'd had over the weekend, Wayne seemed bigger and harder than ever and it seemed like I could feel every inch of his penis as it filled my rectum. As I felt Wayne's pulse through his blood filled penis, the pressure on my prostate was causing me to lubricate even more copiously than usual. My extreme arousal was obvious as there was a long string of pre-ejaculatory fluid stretching from the tip of my rock hard penis to my abdomen. Noticing this, Wayne scooped it up with his fingertips and rubbed it on his lips before leaning down to give me a kiss with the taste of my own pre-cum. At the same time, he began to slowly rock back and forth, sliding his penis in and out of my butthole but only an inch or two each time. Normally, I'd want to be pounded, getting the full length in and out with force, but right then, and right there, I wanted just gently undulations and he seemed to sense it. He pushed himself back up, supporting his upper torso on his hands, and pulled and pushed his penis most of the way in and out while still maintaining his slow and gentle pace. "How can this feel so good?" he queried. "How can it continue to feel better and better with each time we fuck?" "I don't know, but I know what you mean," I answered and, just as I was about to ask for it, Wayne gave two sharp and quick thrusts, all the way in, and all the way out, while grinning the whole time. "How did you know I was going to ask you to do that?" I exclaimed, and Wayne leaned down, we kissed with lips and tongues entwined, as he began a more rhythmic but still gentler than usual thrusting. We kissed, tongues intertwined, lips sucking and teeth nibbling at each other as he continued his rhythmic motions pumping his cock in and out of my eager ass. Alternatively, I'd push out which had the effect of opening up my sphincter allowing him to effortlessly glide in and out, and then I'd clamp down gripping him tightly in the ring of muscles and causing him to moan. When the evening started, I had planned to ride him, cowboy style, for the last fuck of our trip but it didn't work out that way and now I was more than content to just play the submissive bitch, let him do the work and fuck my ass. We were reading each other's minds and when he again pushed himself up on his arms, I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my ankles on his shoulders making it clear that it was now time for him to really get busy. He responded by accelerating the pace, thrusting hard, deep, and fast and plowing me for all he was worth. I knew he wouldn't last long like this and, wanting to reach climax with him, I began to stroke my penis in time with his thrusts. "Do it! Fuck ME. Cum. Please give me your cum," I pleaded trying to push him over the top. "Are you close?" His pounding felt wonderful. There was extreme pleasure, with an occasional tinge of pain which was pleasurable unto itself. Each time he bottomed out I felt it doubly in my prostate both from the sensation of his penis deep inside my rectum as well as from the collision of his hips with my ass cheeks. I saw his face become contorted, his breath became raspy, and he closed his eyes while muttering, "I'm cumming." "Open your eyes," I implored. "I want to see your eyes." He opened his beautiful blue eyes, which got wide as saucers, his pupils dilated, as he began to spill his seed deep into my guts. With a few more strokes of my penis, I too began to cum with forceful contractions which shot jet after jet of semen onto my chest, my face and into my hair. As my anus contracted around his penis, Wayne loudly exclaimed, "Ah Fuck. I thought I was done," as my clenching ass milked a few more jets out of him. With a deep breath, as if gasping for air, and a heavy sigh Wayne collapsed on top of me with most of his weight supported by my legs which were still over his shoulders. When he'd regained his composure he moved his arms so I could let my legs down with my heels resting on the bed on each side of him. "Don't move," I said. "Please, oh please don't let your wonderful dick slip out of me." "I don't know that I have much choice," he answered with a chuckle. "You've made me cum so many times this weekend that I'm not gonna stay hard for long." "Are you complaining?" I said, while laughing openly. "Ooops. Wrong thing to do," I laughed even more as my laughter made my anus contract and push his quickly softening penis most of the way out of my canal. As Wayne's cock slid the rest of the way out of my now thoroughly satiated canal, assisted by the slippery semen which coated his cock and oozed out of my ass, I lowered my legs the rest of the way onto the bed and pulled his face down toward mine for a long wet, tongue dancing kiss. Wayne lowered himself so he fully lay down on top of me with my semen making a slippery bond between us. "Remember when we first started messing around together?" I asked. "How I totally freaked out the first few times you came on my chest? I actually liked it, but my Christian guilt told me it was so wrong and I didn't want to like it. I was so afraid of my feelings and so afraid to admit that I might be a homo. Now look at us. I can't get enough of you and I can't get enough of your cum." "Yeah. You were freaked out?" he remembered. "I was freaked out! One minute I was sitting on your chest and jacking off and shooting my cum on your chest, and the next thing I knew I was sitting on the floor after you had bucked me off." "I'm sorry," I responded. "I was sorry then. I was just confused. I'm still confused sometimes but I just can't let myself dwell on it. Hey, we'd better get some sleep so we can get out of here in the morning. " "OK," Wayne said with a sigh as he rolled off of me and onto his back. Looking at the mess of semen on our chests he added, "Maybe you'd better get us something to clean up." I got up and after pulling off half a dozen sheets for myself I threw the roll of paper towels at Wayne. I then wet a couple of sheets with warm water from the kettle on the stove and after one to Wayne used the other to clean my chest and then the wet mess between my ass cheeks. The warmth of the towel felt good on my ass and I, involuntarily, felt a little tinge of arousal. "Damn," I said as my penis began to get little enlarged, "Why does my body always betray me?" Wayne answered, "You're insatiable, but I think we've had enough for one weekend. " "Agreed," I said as I pulled on some underwear like it was some sort of a chastity belt to keep my desires in check. Taking a cue from me, Wayne did the same. Once again I stoked the flame in the wood burning stove and made sure it had enough wood to keep us warm through the remainder of the night and blew out the last of the hurricane lamps. I then climbed into the sleeping bag with Wayne, turned and gave him a long kiss on the lips and then rolled onto my side and pressed my backside up against his groin. The closeness and the heat instantly gave me that giddy, comfortable feeling that I get only the company of men and we quickly fell asleep. As usual, I was the first to wake. I climbed out of bed and quickly got dressed as protection from the cold. I was tempted to stoke the fire in the stove but, knowing that we would be leaving soon, I did not want it burning long after we left. Instead, I just went about packing our belongings and camping gear and getting ready to leave. I stepped out of the cabin to assess the weather and road conditions. Finding low hanging clouds, only an inch or two of snow on the ground, with firm frozen ground beneath, I decided that we'd better leave soon and I went back inside to wake Wayne. As I poked him in the shoulder, gently cajoling Wayne to get up, he muttered something about staying for another night and I responded, "Sorry lover. I've got a paper do on Monday and I've got to get home to finish it." "Me too," he said. "Doesn't being responsible just suck?" "Yep, "I answered. " Come on. Get up and get dressed. We've got to get out of here before the snow starts to melt and the road becomes a muddy mess. I think everything is packed up but your stuff. I'm going to start loading. Watch the draft when I open the door." Wayne got up and started pulling his clothes on as I grabbed a couple of bags and headed for the door. When I came back in, he was full dressed and I bent down, unzipped the doubled up sleeping bags, and put each into its stuff bag. "When we get home, remind me to not put these with my family's camping gear till I've taken them to the laundromat," I joked. "Will do he said, "with a chuckle. "They're probably a little funky after what we put them through." Once everything was loaded, and the foam mattresses were put back up into the rafters, we gave the place one last glance for anything that we'd missed before heading out to the old VW van. We climbed into our seats and, before turning the key in the ignition, Wayne looked over at me and said, "I love you. Thank you for sharing this place with me. It's really special." "No thanks necessary. You're special to me. This is my favorite place in the world so how could I not share it with you. I love you...very much too!" I said, my eyes getting a little misty, as I leaned over giving Wayne a protracted kiss. With a sigh, Wayne started the van and we trundled off down the road leaving a shallow trail in the virgin dusting of snow. While still on the private road, we shared a joint as I repeatedly got out, and back in, to open and close the numerous gates between us and civilization. Once on the public road, we both became pretty quiet as we got closer and closer to civilization and the façade of "just friends" that we presented to family, friends, and everyone else who we knew just wouldn't understand. After picking our way through town, we finally pulled into my parent's driveway and got out to unload. As we walked in the door we were greeted by my mom who exclaimed, "Hi boys. Did you have a good time? We were worried about the weather." "We had a great time mom. It snowed a little last night but we didn't have any problem getting out. The rest of the time it was gorgeous up there." "Yeah. It was beautiful Mrs. Macleod," Wayne added. "I've never seen any place like that in my life. What a legacy of your family's history." "Oh the stories I could tell you Wayne. I practically lived up there growing up. You'd never believe some of the stuff we used to do up there," she said with a chuckle. Wayne and I looked at each other, and at the obvious hickeys on each other's necks and our eyes got wide with amazement as if we were both thinking, "Oh, we'd believe just about anything that might go on up there." "How could she miss it?" I thought. "Or did she?" After the ice chest and other camping gear was unloaded and put away, Wayne and I carried my backpack and the sleeping bags, soiled with sex, into my bedroom and closed the door behind us. I immediately pulled him to me, cupping my hands on his ass cheeks, and we locked lips as our tongues danced in a long, intimate, kiss. "I love you. When can we see each other again?" I asked. "Call me later," he said. "I've got to work on my paper, you've got to work on yours, and I think we both could use a nap and maybe a good night's sleep." "I agree. Sounds like a plan," I answered. "I'm pretty damned burned out and could really use a shower. I feel kind of funky." "I wish I could be there for that," he said. "Me too, but don't get me started again," I joked. "I don't know that mom would understand...though sometimes I wonder. Did you think she was looking at our necks?" "Oh my God," he answered. "You thought that too? I thought she looked and cracked a bit of smile. Your mom may be more cool than we thought." With that bit of a revelation we both laughed, a bit timidly and nervously at first till the full irony struck us and we laughed so hard that we leaned on each other for support. We kissed one more time, I walked him to his old VW van and after one last squeeze of his hand while looking him in the eye, he started the van and drove off. I walked back into the house, and after making a little small talk with my mom and one of my sisters, I went into my bedroom and unpacked. I carefully inspected articles of my clothing for signs of our debauchery before putting them into the hamper while putting a few sex-soiled items into the bag with a sleeping bag for discrete washing at the laundromat. I then got undressed and slipped on a robe for the few steps from my bedroom into the bathroom, and took a hot, luxurious, shower. As I washed my well fucked ass, I was lost in a reverie in remembering everything Wayne and I had done over the course of the weekend. I was aroused, and half tempted to toss one off, but thought better of it decided that, perhaps, I'd had enough over the last few days. As I lay down to take that nap Wayne and I had discussed, I realized I had dull ache in my ass from the numerous times I'd been fucked, and fucked good, over the weekend. A smile parted my lips and I felt content thinking about all that had transpired and in anticipating the next time Wayne and I could be together.

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Title: Cole Cums Home Ch 1 by the roo Tags: Anal, Bondage, Canine, Domination/Submission, Forced, Knot, Lion, M/M, Military, Muscle, Series, Wolf Dog, perverted Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff The airport was filled with people waiting for their friends and loved ones. Jeff who had just turned seventeen was looking down at the picture of a young wolf-dog that almost looked just like him except for the darker head fur. He had never truly met the guy before but Cole was supposedly his older brother. Somehow after he had gone off to war in some backwater country when he turned eighteen, the military had lost him in a fire fight and they really never got the chance to find him after they pulled out. They say he may have been really fucked up and felt like he couldn't come back home. Now he was coming home and Jeff had mixed feelings about him coming back so late in his life. Jeff guessed he had missed the reunion where his mom had bum rushed the athletic looking male wearing an aqua blue muscle shirt with deep blue shorts and sneakers. His mom and dad on either side of him, they all approached Jeff, big excited looks on their faces, "Jeff, this is your older brother, Cole." He was nervously looking forward, his eyes no higher than the lean male's chest, eyeing the thick patch of darker chest fur built up around the collar of Cole's shirt. Finally able to lift his head and look him in the eye, he gave a wince like smile before muttering, "Hey..." He was suddenly caught off guard when the big male wrapped his arms around him. Lost for words, Jeff reached up and hugged the big male's sides and smiled weakly. It felt cold, like it was for show. The young wolf-dog could tell Cole was looking right over his shoulder with a blank stare. The first few days Cole didn't say a single word to anyone unless he was spoken to. Frankly, he didn't say anything to Jeff at all. Usually he took his meals up in his old room and never came out unless he had to use the toilet or bathe. Their bedrooms were right next to each other upstairs, their parents' master bedroom on the first floor. There was a vent in the wall just to the right of Jeff's bed and most of the time he heard either light rock music or the heavy sounds of Cole's breathing as he slept. A week after Cole had come home; Jeff was lying in bed during hot summer night, wearing nothing but his dark green briefs with the white outlines on his thin body. Running his paws along his muzzle and up to his forehead, he brushed away his sweat drenched, brown and cream colored bangs. Looking at the clock on his dresser, it was two in the morning and he was suffering from insomnia and his restless leg syndrome. But when he heard the front door click downstairs, he froze, waiting for another sound. There were heavy footsteps coming up the stairs right outside his room. Rolling to his side, he tried look like he was sleeping, gripping the covers while trying to look out of the corner of his eye. In the summer moonlight he could make out Cole's cream fur which shined like honey. As his brother walked past, he caught sight of another male. It was a really buff looking lion, wearing a pair of short-shorts and a beater with some sandals. The guy seemed barely in his pride, his short mane putting him in his mid twenties. For some reason, as they walked by, Jeff let his curiosity get the best of him and he quietly rolled out of bed. Gently touching the wooden floor with his paw pads, he lay sprawled in front of the vent before gently tugging one of the metal flaps. His heart pounded from what he saw, his muzzle hanging open from disbelief. Cole was casually undoing the lion's belt from his short jeans, the feline male glaring at him with a spark of lust in his eyes, the barbed head of his already drooling ten inch shaft already poking out of the right pant leg. The male fell back onto Cole's queen sized bed as the wolf-dog pushed him, his shorts falling down around his ankles and onto the floor, "This is hot..." Cole nearly growled, "Shut up..." Climbing on top of the male's waist, the wolf-dog reached beneath his sheets and pulled out the rubber straps already waiting for the lion. "Whoa, what the fuck?" the lion asked, but it was too late, Cole already had his wrists bound in the stretching material. "Hey, let me out of thi...!" The lion choked on his own words as Cole took the male's belt and wrapped it around his maw. As Cole scooted back on the lion, Jeff could see the look of fear on the lion's face as Cole stood up and started pushed down his shorts, "Relax...I'm just going to fuck your tight little man cunt. You bragged about how much you could take the whole ride here..." Jeff could only see the shadowy outline of his brother's thick cock, but he could tell it was big, at least a foot and an inch or two. He fondled his heavy meat as he positioned himself behind the lion, grabbing hold of his legs which the once cocky male struggled to kick. The beefy lion gave off muffled retorts as he felt Cole's thick, spear like tip press against his warm, shaking his head as the wolf-dog dug his nails into his thighs. Looking down at the lion's pink pucker, her perked his lips before letting a wad of spit fall into the big cat's rim, swirling it around with his cock head before roughly pushing it in. The lion gave off a muffled cry, the belt stopping him from screaming because of the sudden pressure and burning in his asshole. The canine's spit helped little as Cole took him like a bitch. Jeff watched as his brother's toned ass tightened even more each time Cole thrust his fat cock into his bound bitch's hole. The lion's toes curled as he was brutally fed thick dog dick, the knot tapping up against his torn rim as it pounded his virgin butt. Grabbing the strap hanging off the belt around the big cat's maw, he pulled him in close, "Seems like you were all talk, bitch..." The young wolf-dog behind the vent lay there breathless on the floor, his brother pounding the fuck out of the lion who could only whimper and cry. But as the brutal fucking went on, he watched the lion's own prick start to bob once again between his legs, loudly tapping his thighs as his ass went numb, only feeling the sheer erotic bliss of getting his hole fucked. The sounds of Cole's knot tapping against the bound male's butt made Jeff's ears twitch. He watched for hours into the morning as his brother violated the lion, never tying with him, though pumping him full of watery dog cum that flowed out of his asshole and onto the bed. The last time, the lion heaved in air through his nostrils, his ass sore from the constant fucking and his hips and thighs aching from being up in the air so long. When he could finally rest, he lay completely sprawled out on the bed, closing his eyes with his padded fingertips still clinging to the rubber bindings around his wrists. As Cole let his monster cock hang between his legs and he approached his dresser near the vent, Jeff quietly moved away, rolling beneath his bed. Covering his muzzle to hide his breathing, he listened as he heard shuffling noises. Cole had found the lion's wallet and was emptying it of its paper money before slipping it back into the back pocket of the male's shorts. Even when the noise stopped, Jeff was too exhausted to move, slowly closing his eyes and falling asleep where he lay. The sun was well up when Jeff's twelve o'clock buzzer went off. Slowly opening his eyes, he noticed he was still under his bed, his head cradled in his arms, his forearm damp with drool. Crawling out from beneath his bed, he struggled to stand, his body aching from sleeping on the floor. Scratching himself like he did every morning, he froze when he stroked his padded fingertip over his crotch. Looking down at the dark green material of his briefs, he noticed a heavy stain just along the right hole of his underwear. Franticly, he rushed out of his room and looked into Cole's room one door over. No one was in there. No lion, no Cole, no cum spots, and the bed was neatly made. "Jeff! JEFF! Are you up yet?" Running to the bathroom window, Jeff looked outside to see his dad calling for him, standing on the deck in the back yard while his mother worked in the garden. And then there he was, Cole, mowing the lawn with the push mower, wearing a camo tank with brown shorts and leather work boots, his cream colored fur shining in the bright sun like honey. Jeff couldn't believe it was the same guy from last night, a joyful smile on his face that hid the dark secret only Jeff knew... More to come?

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Title: The Woods by the Beach by spryfox Tags: Anal, Domination/Submission, Forced, Human, M/M, N/C, Oral, Rape, Transformation, Werewolf, Wolf A gross exaggeration of the effects of werewolf cock on straight people. That's never been done on SoFurry before, right? If you don't like that kind of stuff, you can ***get out***. This is my third story on SoFurry. I hope you like it. If not... well... you can ***get out*** too. --- Jack was tired. He had been at the beach by himself all day, just swimming. He didn't know why, but for some reason, the ocean relaxed him. The lean 17-year-old had been coming down to this beach every Saturday for the last two years, and it showed. Though he was thin by nature, his body had been tanned and toned enough to receive compliments when his shirt was off. And since he was at the beach, it was. But now he was tired, and with the sun setting, it was getting dark fast. He gathered his things. He threw his towel over his shoulders and grabbed his shirt, his wallet, and his house-keys. He slid on his flip-flops then started down the rarely-used path that led through the forest to his house in the city. He often wondered why nobody else went to that beach. It's a great spot, with soft white sand and warm water. "I guess," he thought, "they just don't know about it." It was a double-edged sword, the beach's privacy. On one hand, it'd always be peaceful. On the other hand, it would be nice to have some other people around, especially on a night like this. As soon as the sun set, the temperature immediately dropped. The wind picked up, and a low, dense fog rolled over the path. He looked up, and saw the moon's light streaming between the tree branches. "Yes, it would be nice to have someone around... it's spooky," he thought. And just then, he heard a rustle in the distance. He froze, and his heart skipped a beat. "Just an animal," he thought. He kept walking, but quickened his pace. He continued to hear twigs snap in the distance. He heard dirt crunch and what he thought were footsteps. He shivered, and decided that it would be a good time to put his shirt on. He looked around first and saw nothing. He didn't know why he was being so paranoid, he'd walked this path at night hundreds of times. Besides, it's a forest. Of course there are going to be noises. He grabbed his shirt, and began to pull it over his head when he heard shuffling followed by the crinkling of leaves. He paused for a moment... but just for a moment. As soon as he'd finished putting it on, as soon as his head was free, he found, directly in front of his face, the large grinning head of a wolf. "Hello," it growled. He yelped in surprise and stumbled backwards, tripping on a root. He backed up against a tree in fear. "Why, may I ask, was a wet shirtless child poncing about my woods at night?" The wolf was massive. It was bipedal, for starters, easily 7 feet tall. On top of that, to make the understatement of the century, it was strong. Powerful muscles rippled across every part of its body, with a dense coat of charcoal gray fur to top it off. His eyes glowed amber in the moonlight. Jack was speechless. "Are you... a werewolf?" "No, I'm a different kind of talking bipedal wolf--*of course I'm a werewolf*. And, as you may have noticed, I am a very, very horny werewolf." Jack had not noticed. But his glance involuntarily slid downwards until it rested on the largest erection he had ever seen. He was straight, but he couldn't take his eyes off the 11 inches of throbbing red wolfcock glimmering in the moonlight before him. Below it hung two bulbous testicles, each the size of a tennis ball. They were perfect. And the wolf looked hungry. "Yes, feast your eyes and all that," the wolf said disinterestedly. "When you're finished, you can remove your clothes and bend over." Jack was shocked. More shocked that he hadn't seen the possibility of rape than by the proposed action itself. But now that it was out in the open, Jack did what any reasonable future-rape-victim would do and said, "No." "No!? What do you mean, 'no'? There is no 'no'. The way I see it, you have three possibilities, and they all end with my cock up your ass, and two of them end up with your ass becoming furry. "First possibility. We fight. Do you think you can beat me in a fight? Look at me. I'm a wall of muscle, and the parts of me that aren't muscle are either cock, claw or fang. I'll fucking destroy you and you'll get clawed or bitten in the process. Which, by the way, will make you a werewolf. Do you think you can beat me in a fight? Jack was pretty strong, but he'd be lying to himself if he said he could best the wolf in battle. And he was practically guaranteed to become a wolf, if a fight did ensue. He looked at the werewolves bulging muscles beneath his thick dark fur. He saw the beast's teeth, glimmering in the moonlight, and he saw feral aggression deep in the wolf's amber eyes. He wouldn't stand a chance. "No, I couldn't beat you in a fight." "Second possibility. You try and run away. This is actually my favorite one. Do you know why? Because it'd be so easy. You're wearing fuckin' flip-flops. Even in sneakers, you couldn't outrun me. I climb trees and I've got a nose that could smell you from miles away. I'd catch you, bite you, then fuck you silly. Do you think you could fucking outrun me?" He looked at his feet. He wasn't even that fast anyway. Defeated, he said "No, I couldn't fucking outrun you." "Funny. Now, third possibility. The only reason I'm offering this to you is because I'm so damn horny. You just strip your clothes off and bend over. I fuck you, then we both head our separate ways. Nobody has to find out, either. It's just you and me in this forest..." He began to rub his shaft. "It's hard for a forest werewolf to find a decent fuck. Hell, you might even enjoy it. Nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation. Now come over here. I promise..." The werewolf winked. "...I won't bite." Jack still didn't trust the wolf, but... what choice did he have? He cautiously approached the wolf, who quickly began to feel him up. "Mmm, let's see what we have here." Jack felt an intrusive paw slide into his swim trunks and began grab him. He felt his ass being squeezed and rubbed. Soon another paw entered, and the wolf continued to grope the round ass. Jack stood awkwardly, not knowing exactly what to do. "Yeah, I like what I'm feeling. I bet you are too." He hated to admit it, but the wolf's ministrations were arousing him. Before long, he was rock hard and panting. "God," he thought "this shouldn't he happening. I'm straight!" Soon the wolf's paws grasped his waistband and slid his trunks off completely. "I was right. That's a cute little cock you've got there." The wolf grabbed it, and stared for a moment. Then he suddenly took the entire length into his hungry maw. The sensation overwhelmed Jack, and he let out an involuntary moan. The werewolf began to move up and down on his cock, coating it with saliva. He licked its underside as he bobbed, sucking and teasing it. "Wh... what are you doing?" The blowjob stopped. "Why shouldn't you get to enjoy this? But it's your turn now" Before Jack could do anything about it, the wolf clawed his shirt off and forced him, naked, onto his knees. Before him stood the werewolf's beautiful manhood. Jack couldn't deny that it looked enticing. Appetizing even. He could smell the musk of the wolf. It was overpowering and undoubtedly manly. It emanated in waves from the wolf's hot body, and Jack couldn't deny that It was irresistible. It was like- "*What are you waiting for,*" barked the wolf. And without a second thought, Jack grabbed the base of the cock and gave it a long, sensual lick from bottom to the tip. The wolf shivered, and Jack repeated himself, this time lapping up all the delicious, salty pre flowing from it. Jack's mind was too far gone to argue that he was too straight to be doing this, and he took the wolf's cocktip into his mouth. Copious amounts of pre began to flow from the wolf, which Jack eagerly swallowed. He felt a hand on his head urging him to take more of the cock, and Jack was happy to oblige. He swallowed more and more of the wolf until the back of his throat was tickled by his cock. Soon the wolf's hand was urging him to move up and down. Jack did so with aplomb, letting his lips rub and lubricate the wolf's cock as his head bobbed. He licked it's delicious underside with his tongue, and sucked and swallowed and- "Enough. Stand and bend over. Hands on that tree" Jack did so without thinking twice about it. The wolf moved behind him, and pressed his cock against Jack's tight pucker. Without warning, the wolf thrusted in. The pain was excruciating. It felt like his entire body was being split apart. Eyes filling with tears, he looked back and saw that the rod of meat was hardly halfway in him. The wolf pressed in further, with each inch increasing the pain, burning as it entered. He cried out in agony, knowing that he couldn't do anything about this. Yet, he was still rock hard. And the pain was dulling. And he felt the wolf's furred hips meeting his ass. After a few moments passed, Jack felt full... and he liked it. He liked the feeling of having the powerful wolf inside him, and he liked the feeling of the wolf's heavy balls resting against his own. He liked feeling like the wolf's bitch. Once again without warning, the Wolf pulled out. And then he began to drive back in. The pain of being fucked was fading, and Jack found himself beginning to greatly enjoy it. "No... not enjoy it," Jack thought to himself. But as the wolf's thrusting continued, he found himself unable to deny the pleasure of the experience. As the wolf's pace built up, Jack was surprised to find himself moving his ass back to meet the wolf's thrusts. Soon he was lost in pleasure. Every thrust was ecstasy and soon he couldn't help but moan after every one. Every time the wolf's hips slammed into his ass, every time the wolf's balls slapped his own, he was screaming with pleasure. How could he ever have told himself that he was straight? "Ungh... F.. fuck me." "Hehe, little human bitch likes werewolf cock up his ass?" "Yes... ugh, OH YES!" Jack felt the werewolf quicken his pace. He felt the werewolf cram his cock up his ass again and again... "Ungh... kid, you remember those three options I mentioned earlier?" shouted the wolf between thrusts. But Jack could hardly remember anything, lost in the bliss of having his ass pounded and filled again and again by wolfcock. "Well... ugh... I lied. Mmm, all three of them ended up with your ass becoming furry." Jack hardly registered the wolf's words until he felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He turned to see that the werewolf had bit him. "Sorry," the wolf said, still humping rapidly. "It's my nature." Jack felt the wolf continue to increase his speed. He felt the wolf's knot start hammering against his tender hole, taunting him. He yelled and began to push back against each thrust with all his might, his mind paralyzed by pure bliss. And then, with a pop, Jack felt the knot enter him. Soon after, he felt the wolf's cock spurt volcanically inside him, powerfully filling him with the werewolf's warm seed. That was all it took to send Jack over the edge as he violently orgasmed ejaculating countless loads of his spunk onto the tree. The orgasm shook his body, causing him to shake and clench. Soon dizziness took him. Unconsciousness followed. \* \* \* Jack woke up staring at the underside of a thatched roof. He felt different, dazed, and exhausted. "What happened last night?" he thought. He groggily rubbed his eyes then rolled over. Next to him in the bed was the werewolf that had raped him last night. He lept out of bed, shouting. The werewolf awoke. "What the fuck am I doing here? What happened? Where am I? What does a werewolf like you think he-" "First of all," the werewolf began, cutting him off, "I have a name. It's Roy. Nice to meet you. I brought you here since... well I couldn't leave you there, a useless lump of sweat, tears, blood and spunk. And you were about to transform, so I decided to bring you to my cabin. You turned out pretty cute, I might add." "What?" Roy got out of bed, took Jack's hand. Then he took Jack to the cabin's bathroom where Jack could look in the mirror. "Holy shit." Jack saw not his reflection, but the reflection of a coppery brown wolf with emerald eyes. He raised his hand - the wolf raised his paw. "Holy shit..." "I brought you back here since I liked you." "You raped me." "So?" Jack didn't know what to say or how to act. On one hand, this was a wolf who had raped him and taken his life away. But at the same time, he had liked it. A lot. And there wasn't much point in pushing away the only person - or wolf - you could ever associate with again. "So..." Jack began. He sighed. "Nothing wrong with making the best of a bad situation." Roy licked Jack's nose. "Let's go to the beach. The ocean always relaxes me." Jack reluctantly agreed.

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Title: High School Transformation: Ch 4 Patrick by the roo Tags: Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff Another day of school had started and Corban was ready to continue his master scheme of turning all the guys in school into butt lusting animals. He seemed pleased as he walked through the cafeteria, monitoring his pets and their own handy work. Ed now sat next to his brother Tony whom was sporting an asinine like bristled hairstyle. Apparently the lust must be rooted deep for the donkey boy to take his own brother. Moving along the rows of tables, he stopped to take notice of a conversation going on. "Look at that fat ass... he can't even fit in his uniform." It was Patrick, a six foot tall show off with spiky blonde hair and a slight Polish accent. He was talking about a kid named Booker who was literally a giant. The only reason he didn't fit into his clothes was because they didn't make the uniform in that size. "I think I see my first case of the day..." Reaching down with his gloved hand, Corban snatched up his pumpkin bread and munched it down. Following Pat into the upper gymnasium, Corban admired the basketball player's human physique from the bleachers along with a few others as he practiced. Turning his head, Corban whispered very lightly, "Don't you have somewhere to be?" All three of the others stand, suddenly having a thought that they had something to do elsewhere. The same thing would happen to others if they approached the gymnasium. Oh, I forgot my book at home. Let's have practice outdoors today. The list went on. The sound of squeaking sneakers stopped and Corban eyed Patrick as he lined up for a shot. Just as he goes to shoot, there was a loud pop and a gust of air. Landing hard, the boards beneath the player cracked beneath him. "What the hell?" His lip quivered as he realized the nails on his right hand had jutted out and pierced the ball! Something felt wrong; he could feel something creeping along his stomach. Lifting his shirt with his left hand to look at his four pack, he cried out in panic as they seemed to blow up three times their normal size, it just wasn't natural! His stomach was round and bloated, looking like a combination of a gut and his once charming washboard abbs. "No! No-rrrrugh! Rrrrugh!" The jock bellowed out as his semi-muscular arms burst outwards as pure muscle, all the way to his hands as black pads formed along his palms. His jersey stretched and stretched as his newly massive spine cracked and expanded before finally tearing the material in half. More ursine grunts escaped his throat as he raised his left hand...or what was now a paw as deadly brown bear claws extended to about half a foot long. Light chocolate fur washed over those paws and down his arms. Turning his gaze towards Corban, he looked at the skater boy with a plea of mercy in his eyes. "Please, rrrugh rugh, it hurts!" Falling to his big stomach, Pat groaned as his hard ass cheeks grew to a more round proportion. Roaring loudly, his cheek bones expanded along with his face, his huge tongue lapping at his drooling fangs as his nose flattened out into his new muzzle. He was obviously fighting the change much longer than the others as he looked himself over. Fear struck, he was even terrified as he tugged at his super stretched shorts. He had to push at his stomach, big but firm like a muscle, just to see his crotch. His balls were huge and fuzzy, but his dick was hidden away in a sheath and what showed itself looked really weird. "I'm huge!" His words were scrambled as he struggled to speak with his new mouth. Corban only rolled his eyes, "Get over it or get use to it. Just think about it, you could lift a car like that..." The skater boy then hopped off the bleachers and made his way for the door, stopping suddenly as he felt his ears slide to the top of his head and shrank to a more rounded shape. Feeling the bear ears through his hair, "Oh great, I look like a teddy bear!"

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Title: To Be Mother and Father (happy ending) by DrakeLover Tags: Autofellatio, Dragoness, Hermaphrodite, Impregnation, Other/Herm, Plant, Sci-Fi, Tentacles It was hard being the last of her race. Araki knew she was the last; the computer told her so. The flat panel that had miraculously survived the years among the ruins of an old military base was still connected to its satellite network. It had the world mapped out perfectly, from the remote, diminished snowcaps to the abundant lush rainforests she lived in. It could accurately identify nearly a million species on the surface, including her own. There were no others of her kind. She was a dragon. Her mother had been a dragon as well, one of two remaining. Her father had been unable to procreate another child before he died, and as a result, neither could mother. Now Araki was last, dead last, and there was no escaping her own extinction. She had tried mating with other species, but none of them could make even a crossbreed grow inside her womb. She was desperate. The adolescent knew of her own desires and her own needs. She'd hunted for herself, avoided dangers with ease, and even combatted the crushing loneliness that came with being what she was. Oh, yes, the computer could provide some conversation, but it wasn't the same. The monotonous drone of information it could spill out was enough to put her to sleep on many occasions. No, she needed someone else. Araki needed a child. The rain drizzled down off of the broad leaves as she stared out at the endless expanse of green obscuring the horizon. It was all very beautiful, and she appreciated it every time she looked at it. The raindrops drizzling on the leaves almost reminded her of.. of... She grimaced and reached a hand down to stroke her damp folds. Their silken wetness practically glided under her fingertips, her glistening juices almost resembling the raindrops outside. She had been thinking about things like precum, penises, hot males and all that for a long time. The desire became especially bad when she was in heat, like she was now. It was unbearable. It seemed that every day her own ministrations seemed less and less effective. She had an idea why; she wanted to be pregnant. It wasn't likely that she'd find a suitable animal to copulate with in this weather, though. Alas, Araki had to be sated NOW, not later. With a slight growl to herself, she stood and started walking out into the forest, her head held high on its long, slender neck as she searched for something, anything, which could help to ease the burning in her loins. Raindrops slid down the scales of her body as she searched, acting like the teasing fingers of an anxious lover. Her body's reaction only made her more desperate. That desired object was nowhere to be seen, though, not even a good piece of wood with which to carve a phallus from. Sighing, Araki lifted her hands to fondle her nipples. She had dreamed last night that she had succeeded in her burning desire, and the flow of hormones was creating delicious milk from her full, supple breasts. She bent her head down, one eye on the trail and one eye on her nipple as her tongue extended to taste the warm, soft skin. It was a delicious taste, one that she knew but couldn't put a label to. At first she wanted to call it sweet, but it was almost sour, almost tangy... it had a little of everything. She was barely paying attention to her route now, her head bent down to suckle upon her own mammary held tenderly in her hand, imagining that sweet, lifegiving liquid flowing onto her tongue, free for the taking. Her tail twitched, and she lowered her other hand to continue the stroking of her folds, dipping a finger or two inside, teasing, every sensitive spot memorized. Her juices were flowing freely, dripping down her legs, off her fingers.. and onto the leaf of an inconspicuous looking plant. Araki didn't register the movement until the vine was wrapped around her waist. Startled, her slitted eyes flew wide open to see the thick tendril of deep green sliding against her scales. She gasped and released her breast and slit in favor of wrestling with the frighteningly unusual plant-- or was it an animal? The amount of strength within each of those tentacles was unexpected and tightly controlled, holding her in place, yet causing nothing more than mild discomfort, with incredible ease. Araki gasped and whimpered, then began to thrash in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the monstrous flora. More vines descended from the trees around her, binding arms and legs alike as it lifted her up into the air. She found herself being turned over until she was staring down at the floor below. Cold rain was showering down on her and she shivered as droplets ran down her thighs. "Let me go!" she gasped, knowing full well that the thing that had her captive likely wouldn't understand a thing she said. The relentless tentacles of floral musculature held her firmly, and she didn't dare struggle lest it decide to release its hold and send her crashing down to the ground. More and more vines wrapped around her, holding her limbs apart as they cocooned her like a full-body suit. Little root-like tendrils covered in some slick substance and connected to yet another of the appendages began to probe her most sensitive areas, and she shivered at the sensations they generated. Numerous little feelers twisted and squirmed their way into the folds of her moist, hot sex. They stroked her walls in the most spine-jolting ways, twirling up and down inside her. They felt their way all the way inside her, probing tenderly at her cervix. Araki's breath was coming in heavy pants, her eyes almost rolled back into her head as she squirmed in those teasing vines. She was briefly startled out of her euphoria by even more of the thin, probing tendrils. They prodded and probed at the tight rosebud just beneath her tail, slowly working their way deeper and deeper into her body. Never had she experienced such a sensation in her life! The little rootlets continued to stroke and savor every spot of skin inside her, and the tentacle that held them slid deeper and deeper into her rectum, filling Araki in ways she had never been filled before. It continued onward, deeper, deeper. She could feel it practically writhing through her bowels, and her belly bulged from accommodating such mass inside her. Fear no longer rushed through her body. No, it had been replaced by the most intense pleasure that had ever thrilled her body. The vines holding her began to release her, weaving a hammock to hold her up in the air while her soaking cunt was endlessly teased by the relentless plant. Araki groaned with pleasure, rolling onto her back as she felt another few inches slide into her. She stroked her rounded belly with her fingertips, feeling the vine now lodged inside her shift as it settled into place. A silly grin spread across her face. "Is that all?" she whispered as if to a lover. "I'm throbbing here, I need release..." Alas, the plant didn't seem willing to move. She frowned, disappointed.. then her heart began to pound with a little fear once again. What if it was going to eat her alive? The deeply penetrated tendril began to ripple, undulating inside her body like ocean waves. Her pleasure went higher, and she gasped, taking hold of the vine holding the probing rootlets in her soaking cunt. She began to pump at it, forcing it in and out of herself while the waves of the other vine traveled up inside her body. Her hands sent the other pumping faster, faster, driving her higher with every stroke. It was then that her pleasure finally exploded in climax, taking her whole body as something warm was flooding into her bloated gut. The world spun, the ground danced, and everything went dark in the cool wetness of the storm. Araki felt cold and stiff when she awoke, sore in so many places. Her muscles were cramped and she felt incredibly miserable. The rain had long since gone and the sun was peeking down between the leaves. Her head throbbed faintly as she sat up. "Oh good lord," she muttered, rubbing her sore belly. It was still a bit bloated, though not nearly as much as when the vine was lodged in her ass. With a muffled groan, the dragoness stood and looked up at the trees. There was no sign of the strange plant which had violated her. Ugh, it was hiding up there somewhere. No use trying to spot it now, though. She turned and started limping back home, to that deserted military encampment where the AI computer was waiting. "You have been absent longer than anticipated, Araki," the computer chimed in its monotone tenor voice. "Yes, yes, I know... I was gang raped by a plant." "Do you wish for me to give you a medical examination?" That was a tempting offer, and the dragoness mulled it over for a few moments before she nodded. "Sure. At least I'd like to find out if there's any lasting effects to this... like death." She walked forward and brushed the leaves and twigs out of the transparent-skinned bowl, then climbed in. It hummed softly, warm against her skin while machinery in the apparatus scanned her body, tracing out an intricate pattern to map out Araki's body. "I believe I have found some parasitic invaders." Araki raised her head at this. "Be still, I am still examining." Her gut felt tight as she waited for the computer to finish. It took agonizingly long, and her mind focused entirely on her sore belly. She felt no movement, no particularly sharp stabs of pain. What would this reveal? "Finished, you may stand." Araki didn't bother doing that, just sat up. "The invaders seem to be related to the nearby carnivine, which is a plantlike organism that detects warm-blooded creatures and actively captures them. You currently have three seeds lodged at various points inside your ascending colon. They are the seeds a relatively new species that I have not had time to examine in detail. I do not believe they will interfere with any of your body's natural activities at the present time. My hypothesis is that the seeds will grow for a short time, then be passed with the rest of your fecal matter." She took a deep breath, shivering as she thought of what was now inside her. "Well, let's keep a close eye on them... I don't want them growing and sprouting out of my belly." "Understood, Araki." Over the next few weeks, the dragoness was sure to get checked up at least twice a day, almost paranoid of what the seeds inside her could be doing. Every time, the computer would say there was no change... Until it reported some unusual growth near her most sensitive areas. "Araki, I am detecting some unusual clusters of cells inside your outer labia." She shuddered, reaching down and feeling the pair of fleshy lips around her sensitive sex. Her fingers probed gently, then she hit two slightly sore spots, one on each lip. "Oh dear.." she whispered. "If I might say," the computer spoke up, "I do not detect any danger to yourself as of yet. The clusters do not seem to conform to any known tumor types. However, I would like to get a blood sample in order to test for any toxins or varying hormone levels.." A nearby panel opened up, and some machinery inside began to whir, trying to move. Alas, the machine was so old, the delicate machinery had long ago disintegrated beyond repair. "Never mind," Araki muttered, slowly getting up. Whatever the seeds were doing to her body, she didn't like it. She began to examine herself manually every morning, and she began to see a trend over the following weeks. Two round bumps were appearing there. Within two weeks, they were the size of marbles. Her clitoris also began to change, growing larger, longer.. soon it was almost the size of her thumb when erect. That was when she recognized what was going on. For some strange reason, she was growing masculine genitalia... She was bothered by this at first, but the oncoming of her next heat put those misgivings at bay. She was lying in a bed of leaves, sheltered by a bit of building that hadn't collapsed yet, with her new, almost fully-grown penis lying limply against her sex. The desire began to burn inside her, and she rolled over, trying to fall asleep. Alas, her own desires were persistant, teasing the back of her mind relentlessly. Nervously, Araki raised her hand to her lips and gently licked her fingers. She could already feel her penis stiffening, which in itself was an odd sensation. Slowly, gently, she reached down to brush moist fingertips against it, which immediately sent a bolt of new sensation through her entire body, causing it to twitch involuntarily. She shuddered. *Easy, easy,* she thought to herself, slowly beginning to stroke up and down, each motion causing her muscles to twitch. Her breath shivered in her lungs as she began to run her fingers faster against the skin. It was standing tall now, and she quickly licked her entire hand before wrapping it about the entire thing, running it up and down, up and down, faster. Her hips began to jump on their own accord, and Araki moaned to the sky, begging for the great release of orgasm. Her eyes were barely open, seeing nothing as her whole being was bombarded by the delight of running her hand across her penis, generating pleasure, pleasure, more pleasure! She felt her labia-- now the housing place of her fully functional gonads-- begin to stir to life, readying themselves for something new, something wonderful. *Don't stop,* she begged herself, as if she were talking to a lover. *Oh, please, don't stop.* Her hand was moving furiously now, beating at her stiff and throbbing member. Then came the release, a powerful orgasm the likes of which she hadn't experienced in years. The flesh twitched between her fingers, a spurt of white, sticky cum shooting into the air as if proclaiming to the sky, *I am here, and I will not be ignored!* It continued to ejaculate, two, three, four spurts of cum firing into the air and splattering down on Araki's stomach and thighs. Her chest heaved as her fingers slowly uncurled from the quickly softening meat. Her hand was sticky, covered in the substance. Her mind hardly registered its purpose, but she did bring her hand to her face in order to lazily lick off the delicious cream. It was such that she fell asleep once again, her whole body warmed by the afterglow of her first cumming. \~\*\~\*\~ "This.. is incredible." Araki slowly paced in front of the computer while her hand cupped a fully formed (and perfectly sized, Araki noted) penis, complete with its own set of balls. Not only were they completely formed, but she could actually shoot cum out of her loaded member. What she was waiting for now, though, was confirmation from the computer whether it was really viable or not.. The head was still sticky from that lovely session. "Araki," the computer chimed, causing the dragoness to jump, "I have the results for you, if you will look at the screen." Her heart raced in her chest as she leaped over to the panel, looking down at a closeup view of her own sperm. The picture was a bit fuzzy, but there was no mistaking the energetic wiggle of every single life-making cell. "DNA analysis seems to indicate that there is a higher mutation rate than normal. This has both an advantage and a disadvantage when it comes to reproduction. It will result in a higher rate of miscarriages due to birth defects, but it will also greatly reduce the risk of genetic disorders due to inbreeding. Considering the dangerously low number your population has gotten to, the risks balance each other out to nearly the same risk of genetic defects from mating with your half-brother or sister." "Yes, but it's still a chance that I could start bringing the population back. Do you know whether the sperm is divided into male and female?" "Negative. The X and Y chromosomes have been heavily mutated. There is a 50% chance that the genetic defect will result in drastic fertilization complications." "It's a risk I'm willing to take... Guard the area, computer, I'm going to try and make a baby..." "Understood," it replied as she rolled onto her back inside the cupped dish of the computer's scanning device. Propped up on her elbows, she started attempting to turn the tip of her cock so that it at least pointed into her waiting vagina, gently pushing it with her fingers. The delicious sensations of calloused fingers against velvety flesh caused the length to stiffen, turning its nose away from the goal Araki put to it. This couldn't work, she realized even as a shudder sifted through her body. The dragoness sat up, curling forward until her nose had almost reached the tip of her half-hard penis. It was in easy licking range, but could she actually get it in her mouth? She twisted, squirming to get closer to her own genitalia. The smell became very apparent to her, musky and warm. This surprised her, as she had expected her own scent to be foul at this range. It was only encouragement, and soon she rolled onto her side and grasped her hips in either hand. The strain on her back was slightly painful, but now at least her own member was in fairly easy suckling distance. Araki licked her lips, feeling more than a little apprehensive about licking her most sensitive areas. But, oh, the smell! Her long tongue started to extend, tickling the very tip of her member. She shivered, it stiffened, and she only licked a little more. It was still as delicately vulnerable to pleasure as the clit it had sprouted from, which made coaxing it to full length an easy task. Her flesh was so deliciously salty and warm, her own heartbeat throbbing faintly just underneath the skin. Her tongue curled around it once, twice, then the fork of her tongue settled on one of her swollen labia. There it began to squeeze gently, slipping about the skin and tasting it with relish. She pulled the tongue upward, pulling it all back into her mouth to savor it on her palate while the gentle breeze cooled her flesh only slightly. Then she wrapped it up in warm tongue again, the underside delicately teased by the fork in her tongue. She strained further to bring her lips down upon it, gently nestling it between her incisors. With the sensations being so intimate, she had no fear of hurting herself while her tongue danced over the flesh, an elegant ballet of pleasure. Her eyes closed slightly, thoughts running through her mind of her goal finally being met. She would gladly do this over and over again just to let her belly swell at last with new life. Inner pressures in her mouth squeezed the head of her amazing cock. She began to suck gently, drawing it further into her maw and bringing the tongue with it. Massaging, flicking, her tongue continued to tease the hilt that supported a stiff, regal sword. Araki pulled it deeper into her mouth, her nose barely becoming wetted by the aromatic juices leaking from her vagina. She took a deep whiff, realizing just how empty it seemed in there. She released one hand to draw her tail close to the waiting opening, the tip swiftly being thrust inside to stimulate her in there as well. The pleasure compounded, her flushed skin beginning to throb with the need for the climax, the release, the deciding moment to determine whether she would become pregnant. The orgasm. There she lay, twisted up like some crazy pretzel as she held herself close, pumping the tip of her tail deep inside herself. She shoved more in, folding and twisting it around to take more room while her lips eagerly sucked and salivated upon the heavenly flesh of her more than ready meat. Claws started to dig into scales, her toes curling as they stuck straight into the air, every single atom in her body singing, the notes rising into a tremendous and explosive climax which sent several hot gushes of sticky seed into her mouth. She sucked it all up quickly, trying her best not to swallow a drop while she pulled her mouth off of the still stiff member. The dragoness made for the final goal, twisting herself even further, painfully, to release it all into her twitching pussy, recently vacated by the now slippery tail. A bit of it dribbled out from either side, but she knew she could feel it running down her inner walls, pooling at the bottom. When the last of it had been emptied from her mouth, Araki lay back to gasp for breath, the taste of her own semen still gracing her tongue. She tilted her hips upward, holding them there despite the pain in her back. She wanted all that was in there to stay there, making its way through her cervix and into her awaiting womb, hungry for the chance to procreate. \~\*\~\*\~ Many years passed, and many voices began to join those of the forest creatures. It began with a single infant's cry, then a child's squeal.. Hermaphrodite dragons were born one at a time, knowing full well that the taboos of incest would have to be put aside for many generations. Araki continued to play the role of mother, even when her two oldest children announced to her that she would become a grandmother...

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Title: A special showing by thelastgasp Tags: Exhibitionism, M/M, Mouse, Snake, Snuff, Vore (soft) ? Swirls of cigarette smoke lazily drifted upwards through the dim lights of the club. The clank of dishes being picked up cutting through the dull chatter of the now well stuffed patrons. Predators of all stripes and sizes leaning back in chairs and rumbling in pleasure as attention drifts steadily to the large curtain on stage. A small sign promising a lovely, intimate little love story of a mouse and his anaconda lover, told in three acts. Of course, the mouse being listed as "Mouse, Feeder" and the picture of a pair of pink feet kicking from the gaping, scaled jaws of the anaconda hide little of what show they've really come to see. A few burps rumbling from the crowd as the lights casually begin to dim, impatient grumbles from an eager crowd. The curtain finally slowly draws open to reveal a slender mouse, the sleek, small male quite nude before the crowd. The albino's thin white fur doing nothing to hide the pink arousal bobbing against a belly. His ears perk over the crowd in pink embarrassment, the leather tag piercing his left ear marking him as a feeder for the restaurant. Red eyes take a quick look back, hearing the slam of the door shutting behind him with a cringe and hunch of shoulders. Pink paws nervously wringing in front of him as he looks over the crowd's lustful gaze with a quiet whimper, tail slapping the floor in anxiety. He nearly jumps when the quiet grinding of the anaconda's cage opens before his eyes, whining softly for all to hear. The stench of lust growing as the audience smells the fear and arousal off the mouse before them, leering upon the prey. His red eyes wide as they they gaze into the eyes of the creature that will soon kill him and end his days in that scaled gut. A sibilant hiss of scales dragging across the wooden stage announces the anaconda's leisurely entrance. A massive maw swaying back and forth towards the mouse's frozen form, long tongue flicking out experimentally towards the cowering male. Foot after foot of scaled predator sliding forth onto the stage as the crowd's attention focuses on the doomed prey. At least twenty feet of snake slithers towards the mouse's feet, that long tongue dancing here and there along the fine fur of his meal. The prey quivering in fear, soft hands reaching out to curiously stroke the thick scales and strong muscles of the immense snake before him, eliciting a pleased hiss as that broad head nuzzles back firmly. Slowly the large anaconda curls around those pink feet, a swaying dance of awkward pets and firm pushes as the mouse is guided towards center stage. Each attempt at stepping away from the spotlight in the center earning the prey a firm push from the snake's head, nudging and hissing forcefully to the dazed meal. The mouse squeaking nervously, his chest rising and falling steadily as he's turned around again and again by the shifting coils of the anaconda, finally tripping over the strong band of muscles and scales to land butt upturned In the spotlight on center stage. His eyes looking fearful to the crowd's leering stares, feeling the growing weight of a proud snake upon his back. There's a soft grunt and gasp from the mouse as he feels a slick firmness press to that upturned butt of his. His tail flicking and struggling to press down as that reptilian penis grinds up against the curve of his rump, helpless but to feel it swell and pulse against him to the cheer of the crowd. A heavy coil of tail presses under his arms, helping lift them from his chest as he's forcefully kissed by the snake's scaled lips. Act one soon ending as the snake draws himself lazily upon the frightful, writhing meal below him. The muffled struggles of prey are faintly heard as the first coil of tail loops around that panting chest. There's a quiet, slick squelch and pop, the mouse struggling to cry out against the firm kiss of his predator. The fat, slimy red snake penis visibly sinking into that slender upturned butt, mouse left bent over the snake's widest coil. A gurgle rumbles through that serpentine belly he rests on, making pink paw feet kick more from the futile struggles of his smaller body. Inch by inch that big coil of tail slides dry scales over his soft chest fur, soon helping him rest as it's girth encompasses him. The predator feeling that heart stammer in the chest he controls, a kiss breaking to slip his head back and gaze over his presentation. Mouse boy bent over his broad tail, rump upturned nicely to show off that fat, drippy cock grinding into the tightness of his butt. A strong, thinner coil of tail curled around a chest and helping push out arms to his side, ready to constrict. Nice bare feet kicking and jerking uselessly against the heavy scales and floor, to let the crowd appreciate the attempt at struggles. The slick squelch of fucking and panting of doomed prey as he patiently waits to let the moues fully realize his last moments alive, a very stiff arousal trapped between bellies scaled and furry. A whine leaving the mouse as he closes his eyes tightly, toes curling as he waits for his death. Death will not be swift coming for the feeder mouse unfortunately. A soft sigh of scales brushing fur as that broad coil of tail shifts and glides tighter. A moaned gasp pressed out as strong muscles press down upon that slender chest. Those paws starting to kick and hands push roughly, scratching at the dry scales of the constricting anaconda. Inch by inch those muscles clamp down, rippling and squeezing and pressing the air out of the mouse like a bellows pump. A whimpering cry of fear loudly pushed out before he's left quiet, followed by the faint 'hrrk' and hiss of breath straining to enter crushed lungs. The lewd sounds of rough mating in the background as the anaconda's arousal rises and falls into that exposed rump before him, a low hiss as the snake closes his eyes to savor the feel of prey in his grasp. Soon the mouse is forced silent, mouth opening and closing uselessly for air he is unable to grasp past that tight embrace. His long tongue drooling, wide eyed as he stares back at the audience enjoying his slow demise and struggles. The steady mating of the snake's thick arousal grows quicker as his tongue flicks across the mouse's face in pleasure. Eyes closed to concentrate on the sensations upon his taut scales, the firm kicks against his side and tight heat about his cock. The wonderful feel of a heart racing towards destruction as a chest cramps and strains helpless around his squeezing muscles. The firm slickness of a male's arousal on his belly, pulsing in deadly arousal as he slowly teases and rubs that hot flesh. Steadily he holds his lover and meal, a shudder rolling through the snake's body as he hisses in pleasure. The tight urge of orgasm quickly growing as his meal frantically tries to pull away from the painful embrace and fucking he's receiving, just making it all the more pleasurable for the anaconda. The mouse's ears lips have started to hint purple and blue, eyes staring widely at the growing spots and darkness in his vision. His tail and legs starting to flag as the steady need for air tires him out, dragging him slowly down as he tries to fight it off. There's a loud huff from the snake, a clench of muscles making a quiet gasp escape the blue lips of his meal. That thick arousal plunging painfully deep into a rump before it twitches lewdly for the crowd. The mouse straining with renewed vigor as ropes of cool, sticky semen begin to trickle down onto the floor. The strong, musky scent of cum heavy on the air as the snake empties his pleasure into the dying mouse beneath him. A low hiss as he shivers and curls slowly, twisting the meal in his grasp to lay him on top of his belly. Helping to show off the dripping butt against his cloaca and throbbing penis, drawing it messily out to ooze cum all over his scales and the floor below. While letting the crowd gaze upon the tense, dribbly length of mouse cock his tailtip rubs up against, pleasuring the weakening meal he holds so lovingly tight and secure. Eyes opening to watch his meal's cute little jerks as he acts out his last act on stage. The mouse has few lines left of his own at this stage, eyes wide and gazing dazed at the ceiling far above. His world spinning in that painful embrace of scales and muscles, just a toy the snake uses before he becomes meat. The steady masturbation against his arousal finally pushing his fading consciousness over the edge with a soft twitch. An arcing ribbon of cum gracefully splashing onto the snake's constricting coil, several more softer splashes of mouse seed gushing and dribbling onto his exposed belly as his toes curl and jerk in deadly pleasure. The prey tossing his head, strugglign for life as he feels it slipping out from his grasp, pressed out with his breath by the serpentine grasp of his predator. Finally that head slumps, eyes wide and gazing blindly in his unconscious sprawl. A close look would reveal the faint attempt at lungs to lift one last time, a flutter of heartbeat under a smothering embrace of muscles and scales. And with a last twitch of toes and long tail, the mouse expires before the crowd. Held for several more minutes to ensure he'll never move again, a quiet applause as the second act ends along with the mouse. The snake slowly uncoiling himself to lay the nude, dead rodent out before everyone to admire. Blue lips limply open, tongue dangling and eyes blindly gazing at the ceiling, his arousal flaccidly draped against a thigh, forever aroused before he disappears into the anaconda's maw. The final act begins with a crackling of jaws, distending open to press over the large dark ears of the dead mouse. Stretching out steadily, the slow, casual shifting of his maw onto the mouse's body begins. With a steady rhythm that maw shifts, dragging the mouse's still warm head into a bulging throat. A quiet rippling and slurping as that gluttonous maw engulfs that head fully, pulling it into the snake's throat with a not too subtle bulge of the mouse's muzzle visible pressing out. Soon those jaws stretch wider, shoulders crammed into the slimy throat of a greedy snake. The crowd politely chats as they watch the show ever so slowly finish before them. The steady swaying tug of jaws crawling down thin mouse fur drags and pulls the limp chest and belly of his meal into that squeezing embrace. Lips and tongue soon finding that nice, slick cum splattered belly to suckle on, while the bulge of shoulders and head lets one easily gauge how far he has progressed. Inch by inch his white fur and pink flesh is engulfed and swallowed down, until just a long tail and pair of slender legs remains. Those slim hips and perky butt soon making another indicator of the male's position within a snake's gullet, as legs begin to slide into that drooling maw. Leisurely the anaconda lifts those pink feet up, proudly showing them off as gravity aids the limp meal's trip into a slimy belly. At last those feet are kissed and licked, sweaty toes suckled upon before they dip past a greedy mouth. Then with a final pop, those jaws close once more. Sealing the mouse within his final resting place as that bulge makes it's final trip to the awaiting stomach he died upon. With the show over, there's a loud applause for the wonderful snake, and the excellent feeder mouse who gave his life for them to watch. The snake casually begins to slither off, bloated with mousemeat under his scales. The curve and bulge of the mouse's head, shoulders and hips revealing his position within that gluttonous snake's stomach. The diners getting up to leave as the anaconda returns to his cage to digest his meal and await the next special. For now dreams of struggling prey lulling him towards sleep as the show ends on a very successful note.

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Title: Enjoying Friendship by Source Tags: Anal, M/M, Passion, Tiger, Wolf I've been wondering about who I truely am sometimes. My name is Jake. I'm a 14 year old boy, going to jr. high, abot 5'11" or so. Redish black hair, with a few ear peircings, not to mention I'm a tiger, with brown stipes rather then black. I've never had a girlfriend, and never really thought I wanted one. Thats what confuses me. Though strangly, I've always liked my best friend Mark. He's abit 5'9", black hair, slender, yet strong form, for a wolf. One day he invites me me over to his house, to cheer me up abit. I've been quite sad about my dad leaving us, though I only told him, I put on a happy face around others. I knock on the door, and he opens it. "Hey Jake." he says with a smile. "Hey there Mark." I reply as I walk into the living room. "Come on lets go to my room, I got the playstation set up." Mark says walking down the hall. As we're walking my eyes drift down his back, and a small thought crosses my mind. I get alittle twinge in my pants, and I try not to fuss. We enter his room, and he sits on his bed, and grabs the control. "My parents are gone, and probably won't be home til late." he says handing me a control. I sit on the bed and don't take the control. I look to him for a moment, the thought still in hy head, 'Maybe I should...Or...' I think to myself, looking into his eyes. "Jake, you ok?" he asks. "Yeah, fine Mark. I just got distracted." I said, taking the control and looking at the tv, as he starts a new game. We play for about an hour, letting him win most of the time, as I laugh. We get to talking about sports, mostly baseball, and our school track team. Having set the controls on the floor, it's giving me free roaming of the bed with out breaking anything. He falls over onto his back, on the bed laughing as we talk about how Bobcats lost to Strangers last week. I see my opening, and crawl over to him, and lift one leg up and over to his other side, my knees pinning his elbows down, so he can't move his arms. "Dude, what the fuck Jake?" he says staring at me. "I've never relized it til this week, but I've liked you for quite sometime." I say looking down at the puzzled look his face held. "Dude, I'm a guy, I'm not gay!" he says trying to get up, my knees still pinning him down. "I know, but as far as I can figure out, I am. Don't worry, you'll come to enjoy it. I have." I reply, the twich in my pants growing. "Why me? Why do you have to do this to me?" he asks. "Because, I can. Your my toy now, mine to do what I wish with." I say, unziping my pants, letting the growing buldge to be exposed. "Dude, don't. I'm still a..well...you know.." he says staring at the growing member. "Good, more fun for me. No girls have ruined you yet. Your body is mine for the taking." I say, one paw starting to rub up and down my growing member. A good ten inches, not bad for a young tiger my age. "Stop! You can't! I'm not gay!" he yells. "Well, that will all change, believe me, you'll enjoy this just as much as me." I reply. I then place the head to his lips and try to push them open. He resists at first, and mumbles, "Noo." trying to keep his mouth shut. I pinch his arm, making him yelp alittle, just enough for me to push my stiff cock in. He trys to scream, his warm breath blowing around my cock. I let out a moan, as his eyes then drift to mine. I start bobing my cock back and forth in his mouth, and down alittle in his virgin throat. He finally, relaxes abit, and lets out a short moan. "See I told you, you'd enjoy it." I said, moving quicker, mine and his own moans increasing. As I reach my first climax, I move abit faster. I then let out the first load of my warm tiger seed down his throat. He gags alittle but swallows. I smile, as abit drips from the corner of his mouth. I remove my cock, and slide down his body, removing his shirt, and kissing his chest. He lets out a few more short moans, and his eyes open wide abit as he relizes what I'm about to do. He stays relaxed, though is confuesed and puzzled by my actions. As I reach the top of his pants, I kiss his own growing bulge through them. I then grip the zipper with my front teeth and pull it downward. I then open it, one flap at a time, and his own cock, seems to stiffen and come from it's hiding spot, quicker then I thought. "See your enjoying it." I say, as I place my lips to it's head. Kissing and licking it, the roughness of my tounge, making Mark moan louder. I then pass it through my lips, into my mouth and start bobbing my head up and down on it, tounge still licking around it. As his moaning, and a few of my own grow louder, I start to suck on it abit, and bob quicker. "No, no stop, Jake! I'm...going...to...ahhh!" he screams as his own first load is quickly shot down my throat. I swallow it quickly, ever bit of it. I then remove my head and lick up the bit of it that had driped out. I then look up to him and smile. Setting my self properly, his eyes widen again. "What are you.." he trys to say, but was weakned from letting his own first load go. I then slowly line his hard cock with my tail hole, and being it still had some seed left over, I slid down on it rather fast. I let out a moan as I slide farther down. He squeels abit, but as I begin to move on it quicker, his moaning returns. I lean my head back, and increase speed. Moving up and down quickly. After a few short minutes, I could tell he was going to blow again, and so was I. I quickly increased my speed, as it approached for us both. His warm wolf seed shot into me, and I moaned loudly, seed rushing from my own member, onto his stomach and near his mouth. It lets me move even quicker as we moan louder. After a mintue, our loads stoped, and I slid off of his member onto the bed. He, thinking it was over, tried to sit up, but I pushed him down, and turned him over. "I said you were my toy, and I belive toys don't move on they're own." I said, grining. I lined my cock with his tail hole, and slowly, but easyly pushed it in. Me let out a moan, as his walls tightened. Making my own moan grow. though it was tight, I had my own seed still lightly coating the head of my cock, making it easy. I biult up a rythem, and in no time, I was moving quickly, holding onto his hips. He then began to move with me, and our pleasure increased yet again. As I moved quickly, he moved with me, my ball sacs slaming into his cheeks, making him move forward faster. He was moaning rather loud as we moved. Five minutes of this, and his virgin hole weaked, and finally we came. Shooting my last load into him, filling him quickly. He lets out a huge moan, and he himself releases onto the bed. The next minute I'm laying next to him, and he kisses me. We then take our gifts, and lick up each others 'messes' and then lay next to each other, and fell asleep, knowing this would happen again, though I knew, it would be more then just sex from now on.

FSE

Tags: Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation Text: This is it. This is what I have been working for. The SAT. I feel nervous tingles all over my curvaceous body. I am so young and able. I know it. There is potential for something BIG inside of me. I have always been a total workaholic, working up late in the night just to get some dumb projects done. I've done that way too many times. The worst part is always knowing that no matter how much you sleep, you're going to be dead in class anyways. I'm so glad that this is the last time that I'll have to worry about being a slave for these teachers. Most of them are just miserable and use us as their playthings because they didn't have it in them to go after those crazy impossible fantasy dreams. I snapped back into reality when it occurred to me that I was the next person in line to show my ID for entry. I handed over my ID and registration for the test. As the person admitting people in looked through their list in order to find what classroom I was to take the test in, I thumbed the bottom of my knee-high skirt. I became more aware of my light brown hair and brushed it to the side. I looked good right? I looked down at my royal blue button up shirt. It was nice and snug and tucked in. My body was nicely made, with hips that flared out slightly and a perky pair of boobs. My outfit displayed it all fine but my shoes... I snapped back into reality and realized that I was holding up the line. Right. I needed to get this test done. I apologized and moved along toward the hallway. I still felt nervous about this whole thing. Once I got into the room, I found a seat in the back corner. Settling in, it all set in on me. This was it. This was the test that would basically decide the rest of my life. This was the last testing session that they would have for the year and it was my first time taking it. Okay, yeah that wasn't responsible of me. Great. I mean, I never really have been that talented in school. I put so much effort in though. That's what always bugged me so dearly about this school system. My smart friends don't know how easy they always have it. They always get the best grades without any effort. They'll have no problem getting into an Ivy League school or whatever. On the other hand, people like me that worked their ass off don't get anywhere. Now I'll probably fail this test like so many of the other ones I've taken over the years. Then I'll be forced to go to some second rate school and take out student loans. Then I'll have to keep working hard to pay them off for the next two decades while my smart-ass friends won't have paid a dime and they'll go great places. Who thought this was a good system anyway? As I came back into the world of the living, I found that the proctor was starting to hand out the exam. Oh shit! I felt the sudden wave of panic rush over me. Oh man. This is really it. I'm going to get buried by these few sheets of paper. I watched helplessly as the proctor passed by disinterested in me, dropping the test on my desk like a pilot dropping a carpet bomb attack on me. I felt like I might faint or die. The test was finished being handed out and the proctor began on the list of directions that hardly anyone listens to. Maybe that's just me. I went through the motions, all the while scrambling in my mind to remember all of the lessons that I had been taught. I had nothing to latch onto. I could almost feel myself going over the edge of an abyss, looking into the future. This is never going to end well. Why even bother with college? It's not like...oh shit it's starting. The proctor said that no calculators were to be used on the first few questions. Wait, we had to bring calculators? Oh crap. My hand went up instinctively to ask the proctor for one. He gave an expression that suggested he was annoyed that I had interrupted him and made this entire session just a little bit longer for him. He said that their were no calculators available and went back to reading the last of the directions. What was I going to do? This is going to be a bigger train wreck than I could have imagined. He gave the final words and the test began. I turned the page feeling low on the inside. The first question was on trigonometry and I already felt at a loss. I held my pencil over the answer sheet coldly. Time seemed to freeze. What did I want? I mean, really, what did I want? I know that I didn't want to be a loser. I wanted to stop breaking my back for nothing. I wanted to be loved for once. I wanted people to stop looking past me, avoiding me and through me like a don't exist. I wanted to be noticed. I wanted to be...bigger. Yeah, that's it. I know that I have it in me and I want other people to see it. I want to be so big that people will see me and be jealous of what I've got. Aw, just drop it,okay. That's a pipe dream and you know it. Just fail this stupid test be a nobody forever. I let my pencil touch the paper to fill in C when it hit faster than I had time to react. My heart lept and started beating faster and my body had a familiar onset of excitement, the kind that you get when you kiss someone for the first time. My face felt flushed and I almost felt exposed even though no one was paying any mind. My chest felt more sensitive than the rest of my body. My body felt more intimate as I filled in the bubble more, like the person I was kissing was leaning in closer and caressing me more. I filled the rest of the answer in and the rush ebbed away. Wow. That was so unbelievable. My tension of a few moments ago was a distant memory. I looked at my paper and somehow it seemed like my body was slightly closer to it. That didn't make sense since my back was against the chair. My shirt also felt slightly more snug in the chest area. I shifted myself a bit and felt fine again. That whole scene now was so weird. It couldn't have been anything really. It must have been some subconscious attempt to make myself feel more comfortable as I fail. I looked back at the test. Alright let's fill another in. I tested choice A out by letting my pencil point touch it. Nothing happened. Of course nothing happened. I almost readied to fill it in when I thought I might as well give the others a try at least. No sooner than my pencil had touched choice B did I feel another euphoric feeling spread through me. I breathed deeply and savored the burst of emotion. Once the answer was filled in, the feeling drifted off again. I could feel that my chest area was tighter again and slightly more so than the first time. I looked down in silent awe. It was undeniable, unreal. My breasts were actually...bigger? Oh my God? Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my GOD! This is impossible. How? My mind raced with possibilities. It's allergies. I'm dehydrated. I'm hallucinating. Life isn't real. This isn't real. I felt overcome with excited nervousness. I had to fill in one more to be certain. I found the answer quickly by tapping the choices and the emotions flooded back in making me gasp with pleasure. No one looked up yet but I knew without having to look at my chest that it was another quarter inch bigger. My shirt hugged me a little bit tighter. I wanted to laugh or cry. I could find the right answer every time. This was everything I could hope for. Was this what I wanted? This seemed so dangerous. There are so many questions on this test. How big will I get? I don't want to be too suspicious. I can't get a perfect score. Would it even matter? If I keep growing like this, I might not need to go to college. This was so perfect. For the first time in my life, I had the trump card. I could make the moves I wanted. A wry smile worked its way on my face. This was going to be so good. I brought down my pencil deliberately and slowly worked my way through each bubble, enjoying the excitement that filled my being and body. My chest creeped forward and my buttons slowly started showing strain. It was so great that I almost forgot to throw a question or two. I filled in one of the wrong answers, half expecting to deflate or worse. Nothing happened. That was great I guess. By the end of the first section, my bust was 5 inches bigger. The proctor said what he needed to in order to proceed to the next section. I felt myself up discreetly, as if the proctor or anyone else could be bothered to turn my way yet. They felt plush and more sensitive. Why weren't they heavier? Ah, whatever, the next section was starting and now everyone set up their calculators. The proctor gave the cue and off I was again on my adventure to my dreams. I filled in the first problem of the section and immediately felt the difference in feeling. It was deeper, driving me closer the edge. I filled in another question and then another one. My chest inched ever further. Halfway through the section I noticed that my chest was pulsing slightly. It dawned on me that I was getting closer to cumming. I gave myself a slight break. My boobs were already brushing the edge of my desk and my nipples gently rubbed the desk's side. It was making me so ready for anything. I opened a button to relieve my pressure. Luckily, my shirt below it was a similar color and it gave the illusion that my boobs weren't bursting out of my shirt. I felt a bit calmed down and continued on. The ecstasy made everything go by so impossibly. I could feel everything, every inch of it and yet there was nothing happening. Right? I can't even think straight. I'm losing time. I'm not going to finish. Wait, no I'm going faster than everyone else. I'm not enjoying the ride. I can't control myself. Then, I looked down to see that I was done. I glanced at the clock. I had a few minutes to spare. I breathed and felt the edge of the desk pushing my boobs defiantly. I was about 15 maybe 16 inches more than when I began. My boobs felt light and perky, like they desired more than anything to drag me to the ceiling. No more inflating. I looked so sexy. I was already naturally modestly curvy, but now I was amazing. I concentrated and pushed down my dream of being bigger. I could will it away right? It was the way I had done it the first time. The proctor still was in his own world and the reading and writing half of the test ensued. Would I still be able to get the right answer? I might do better with this section. I drew my pencil and went to the answer sheet. I tried the answers methodically. Then I felt it. The exotic feeling swelled inside me again but it was different. I kept filling it in and I felt as if I was getting the slightest bit higher in my chair. No way, it couldn't be! I felt my hips and legs. They felt just a bit bigger. It was unmistakable. I had literally pushed my dream down into my lower half. My face felt flushed. I always wanted a rounded out rear. This was turning out to be the best day of my life. I moved down the sheet, picking up inches in my hips along the way. It was getting more passionate as I moved along. I wish you knew how it felt. I've never had sex with someone before but if I did, it would feel like someone had found every one of my most sensitive points and was stroking each of them skillfully. I couldn't understand my own love. Nothing was even touching me and yet it was like someone was right there testing my buttons. I was dangling on the edge blossoming. I threw a question or two and found that I was at the end. I breathed softly. I examined my own inflated image. It was like I was looking through someone else's eyes. This wasn't myself. It was some gorgeous star that people must adore by the millions. She must be on the front of a lot of magazines. Her full hips curved into smooth legs that clumsily couldn't help being flawless. I wish I could be her. She must be so confident. She doesn't have anything to be ashamed of. Look over there. That poor soul in the front of the room. He's telling those kids to finish their work. They should just have... fun. Oh those kids just want to play and be lovely. I turned to the final section in my dreamlike state. Was it time to start? I felt like it was so I went on. Whoever's body this belonged to was so lucky. The scenery blurred and fell away. Things felt light and delicious. Everything tangible and intangible swelled and grew. I felt like so happy. This...was my life. This was all for myself. I felt so nostalgic. It was like I was cuddling with a warm blanket. It kept getting lighter and softer. I fell deeper and deeper until I found the deepest resolve ever. I knew who I was. Then I floated back to the surface. I knew without looking at the test that I was done. The proctor's lips moved and I got up feeling stronger and uplifted. I walked over to his desk, barely touching the floor. I was almost floating toward him. His lips stopped making movements. I was in front of him. I handed over my test. He was stunned. I laid it on his desk. To my right, I saw a frozen class of test takers. They couldn't take their eyes off of me. I looked around the room, not spying anyone worthwhile. They didn't deserve to share my dream. I flipped my hair and turned to leave. The floor swept under me. Even it didn't feel worthy enough to touch me the way it once had. I walked out of that room, that school, knowing that I had what I wanted. Now I was ready to find the person that would be worthy enough to share my dream and my sensuous body.

bodyinflation

Tags: Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, air tank 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."

bodyinflation

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…

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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.

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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.* \* 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. \* *Thank you for reading this story by me, Boxlicker101. Here is an URL to many more of my stories: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=207952&page=submissions I hope you had as much fun as Lester and his partners had and will continue having for at least the next two weeks. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can.*

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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.

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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.

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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. \* \* \* 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. \* \* \* 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. \* \* \* 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. \* \* \* 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. \* \* \* 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. \* \* \* 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. \* \* \* 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? \* \* \* END \* \* \*

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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!* \~ \~ \~ *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 . . .* \~ \~ \~ 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 . . .*

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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.”

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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.

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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.

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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. Plenty of seconds to go around.

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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."

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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!* *Thank you so much for reading, commenting and faving.* *And just a fun little knowledge bit: This volume closed out (with the Interludes) at 77 thousand words, 160 pages O\_O* \*\*\*\*\* **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. . ." \# 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.

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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. 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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 This story is protected by (c) copyright and may not be duplicated, reprinted, copied or placed on any Internet Website without permission of the author. All rights reserved.* \* \* \* \* \* **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!" \* \* \* \* \* *Please vote if you enjoyed my story. This saga continues with Chapter 32.*

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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.

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Title: Need Fur Speed: West Coast by Linkin Monroe Tags: Bad Language, Doberman, Dog, Kangaroo, Leopard, Series, Siamese Cat, Stallion, Wolf 1.\> [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]

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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\** \* 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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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... \* \* \* \* \* \* 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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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...

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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. \*\*\*\*\* 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."

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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..."

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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."

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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.

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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. -o- "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.

yiff-extreme

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...

bodyinflation

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.....

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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?!”

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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.

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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. \*\*\* 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." \*\*\* 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 ...

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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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* 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."

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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.

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