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Title: One Night in Bangkok by danath
Tags: Female, Human, Male, Otter, Panther, Prostitution, Straight, Transformation, Wereotter, werepanther
One Night in Bangkok
By Danath www.danath.com
Ray and Phailin are © RayOElGatubelo ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rayoelgatubelo/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/rayoelgatubelo/))
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Ray blinked at the bright light of the Thailand sun as he stepped out of the tall, modern office building and onto the swarming sidewalk. People rushed by in both directions, many on bikes, and the honking and screeching from the packed roadways filled his ears. The Hispanic male took a firm grip on his satchel bag, mindful of how easy it was to lose a bag on the crowded streets of Bangkok.
He turned left and headed for his hotel. Ray had an average build, but fit, with black hair and black eyes. His olive complexion took on a sheen of sweat in the late afternoon heat. By the time he reached his room, his button-up shirt was soaked with sweat. He tossed his black suit coat onto the bed and stripped down before taking a refreshingly cold shower.
The translating job brought him to Bangkok for the weekend, but the company he was contracted to arranged a fine hotel with all the amenities. He considered taking a swim in the hotel pool later as he toweled his hair dry. His small four-inch cock, however, gave a little throb and he sighed. He hadn't been laid in weeks, which was a problem for therianthropes like him. Their unusually active sex drives called for attention on a regular basis.
Ray was a bit of a ladies' man, though, and thanks to his globe-trotting job as a translator of nearly a dozen major languages and three minor ones, he had regular hookups nearly everywhere on the globe in the therianthrope community. Thailand was new to him, however, as he'd never spent more than a day in the country previously.
He flopped, still naked and damp, onto the large queen-sized bed in his hotel room and pulled his laptop from his messenger satchel. His cock hardened up as he browsed to the secret forums his kind used. Were-people from the world over were united by the internet more than ever, a blessing for males like him in need of a good night out.
The Thailand forum was, predictably, filled with a lot of information about the country and the spots the therianthropes liked to hang out. He smiled when he realized his hotel was listed as a good cruising spot to meet others like himself, though he was always a bit paranoid about being discovered.
Ray toyed with the platinum chain around his neck, the only visual evidence of his curse. He had to wear it at all times to prevent himself from randomly changing into a werepanther, though he could, with the chain on, do so at will.
As he relaxed on his bed on his belly, he clicked a few more discussion threads, reading the responses about the city's hotspots. Horny as he was, as tired after a long day of translating boring business meetings, the Hispanic male didn't notice as a long, black tail slowly grew out of his tailbone and weaved in the air above him. The length was covered in fine black fur, except for the white tip. It wasn't until his tail stroked across his leg that he realized he'd been partially transforming himself.
Scolding words followed as he focused. The tail disappeared in a few moments and he let out a sigh. It wouldn't do to have a cleaning lady walk in on him with a tail. Long days of translating took their toll on his focus.
He returned his attention to the forums and looked for some place nearby where he could find someone to spend the night with. One club in particular caught his attention. Billed as clean, small, and friendly to foreigners, Ray copied the address down into his phone and loaded it up on the map. It was only a few miles away, just outside of the red light district.
Ray smiled and got dressed, pulling on a pair of light green boxers, some blue jeans, and a loose button-shirt. He considered tucking the blue shirt in, but decided to go more casual, and left it hanging out. He undid the top three buttons as well, showing off his platinum chain and smooth, semi-muscular chest.
A small three-wheeled taxi took him to his destination for a few dollars from the per diem the company left for him. The club, named "Creatures of the Night," appropriately enough, had a large red neon sign above a black door. It was set in the middle of a poorly-traveled alleyway. Ray nodded at a few people leaning against the walls near the doors, recognizing in them the tell-tale signs of lycanthropes and other were-creatures.
The inside of the club wasn't as clean as promised, but the smell was good. The front of the bar was very tiny, with no more than a half-dozen seats at the bar and four small tables arranged around it. The bartender regarded him with a hostile glance until, when Ray sat down at the bar, his platinum chain glinted under his shirt. Recognition dawned, and, speaking in Thai, the Asian bartender pointed him towards a red door in the back.
"I'll buzz you through," he said, motioning him away from the bar. "This bar is not open."
Ray nodded and smiled. Many therianthropic establishments had a secret location somewhere on the premises. He walked to the door and, after a moment, heard the lock click with a faint buzz. He stepped through and into the adjoining facility.
It was much cleaner and much grander. Plush red velvet lined the walls and a silver chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a pale glow over the long runway extending into the middle of the room. Black leather booths lined the walls and tables sat in the open near the stage. Dance music played on the speakers.
A mix of humans and weres sat around drinking and conversing. Many were Thai, though Ray spotted a couple foreigners like himself among the crowd. The bar, on the far side of the room, was well lit, and Ray took a seat on one end.
The bartender was an attractive canine were. She wore a tight miniskirt and high heels that hugged her ample chest. Shiny black fur spilled out over the hemlines as she smiled at Ray and set a coaster down in front of him.
"English?" she asked.
He shrugged and responded in perfect Thai. "Thai is fine. I'm a translator," he said, smiling.
"Ah, very good!" the canine said, showing off some long rows of white teeth. Her up-curved tail wagged from under the back of her dress, which hugged her rump quite well. Ray tried not to stare, but already he could feel his erection returning.
"Just a beer, please," Ray said, handing her a note.
"Coming up!"
She turned and, to Ray's eyes, put a little swing into her steps, causing her booty to sway seductively. Ray decided he'd definitely tip her well.
A skinny, lanky equine sat a few seats down from Ray at the bar next to a blonde human woman. They kissed and nibbled each other occasionally. Ray looked away, not wanting to stare as he realized the woman's hand was moving in her partner's lap.
He was given a distraction by the stage lights, which turned down low. The music changed to something slower and Ray turned on his stool to watch the show. Behind him, the bartender set down his beer.
"You like the girls, huh?" she said to him.
Ray turned and grinned. "What can I say?" He lifted the beer and drank a good half of it, smacking his lips as the carbonation burned his throat. "That tastes great, thank you!"
"You're welcome! You need another... or perhaps something else... you let me know, okay?"
The canine winked at him and Ray smiled. Well, his worries about finding a partner for the night were over, at least, unless she was just working him for tips. Which was, he thought, probably more likely. Still...
On stage, a Thai girl in a skimpy bikini walked onto stage, twisting and contorting her hips. Ray shifted on his stool when he saw fur sprout along her arms and legs. The white fuzz grew in thickly as she danced, rubbed herself, bent over and shook her hips and the wispy white tail that formed above her plump bottom. A few members of the audience whooped as the human transformed into a rabbit during her striptease. Ray shivered, cock hard at the sight. He loved watching women transform. Many therianthropes didn't care one way or another, but to Ray, it was incredibly seductive.
He found himself staring, mouth hanging open, as the woman's human features morphed. Her button nose was replaced by a pair of quivering pink nostrils and her front teeth enlarged. She sucked on her fingers as her ears shifted to the top of her head, growing long and straight.
He didn't even notice when she lost her top and cupped her breasts; he was focusing on her changing legs, which twisted and cracked with the ease of a familiar transformation. The already long, lean limbs lengthened, thickening especially around her thighs with additional muscle under all that fluffy white fur. Ray licked his lips and turned back to the bar, shivering as his small cock throbbed in his jeans. He drank the rest of his beer in a single gulp and motioned for the bartender to bring him another.
Instead of the attractive canine, a Thai woman appeared and dropped a fresh beer for him. He handed her another note.
"Keep the change," he said.
"You here on business?" she asked, pocketing the bill.
"Yeah... just for the weekend."
The woman leaned over. Her full, red lips spread open a bit as she stared at Ray, the ghost of a smile on her lips. She had a large butterfly tattoo around her right eye, like a perpetual shadow. Combined with her spring-green eyeliner, it amplified her exotic physique.
"Mai said you looked pretty lonely," she whispered. She was standing on her toes, bent over the bar, arms crossed underneath her, showing off her breasts, which were wrapped up in a white tube top. Her brown skin glistened. "She told me maybe I ought to come over and see how lonely you were."
Ray grinned and took a sip of beer. He was liking Thailand.
"Matter of fact... I am a little lonely," he said. He tried not to squirm too much as his aching cock throbbed in his pants. "Think you might be able to help me with that?"
"I think we can come up with some kind of arrangement," the barmaid said, standing up straight. She lifted her hands to her head and pulled a bobby pin out, allowing her long dark hair to cascade around her narrow face. She smiled at Ray after shaking her hair into place.
"Meet me outside in ten minutes," she said. "Enjoy your beer."
Ray grinned and took his time with his drink, turning back to the stage when the mysterious woman disappeared into the back of the bar. The rabbit was on her back, paws on her belly, slowly humping the air. Even in his human form, Ray could smell the heat coming from her loins and shivered with arousal. Thailand was not a good place to be lonely. Fortunately, it looked like his problem was about to be solved.
He was outside in the alley twelve minutes later. The woman waiting for him, so he offered her his arm and she took it, leaning into him as they walked.
"I'm Phailin," she said, stroking her fingers down his arm. "What's yours?"
"Moribeseth. But you can call me Ray."
Phailin paused, right eyebrow rising as she considered his were-name. Then she smiled and slipped her hand over his belly. "Well, Ray, I hope I can make you feel less lonely. Bangkok is the city of love, after all," she said, smiling up at him. "It's $300 for the night."
Ray nodded. "Done." At this point, he'd have paid twice that for this beautiful creature. His arm slipped around her hips, holding the smooth skin of her bare side in his palm.
Therianthropes had a thriving sex industry in most major cities. They couldn't have sex with regular humans without changing them into therianthropes as well. If discovered, the consequences were severe, often decades of imprisonment and confinement. An active trade not only helped therianthropes find steady income, it prevented "accidents".
"Where are we going?" Ray asked, slipping his palm down to cup the woman's tight ass.
"A place I know where a couple of animals won't be disturbed."
Phailin's words thrilled Ray and he coughed as he stuck his hand in his pants to hide his erection. He was short and small down there in his human form, so he preferred being able to change into his werepanther body. Trouble was, you didn't want to get caught in a compromising situation while transformed. Too many awkward questions.
He was still surprised, however, when their destination came into view. A few blocks from the club was a zoo, of all places, and Phailin motioned for him to follow as she easily scaled a wrought-iron fence and dropped inside. Ray grinned and jumped onto the fence, clambered over easily, and followed her down the path around the enclosures.
"A couple of animals won't be noticed here, huh?" he asked, catching up to her and slipping his hand down the back of her tight shorts. He squeezed her plump bottom and she giggled.
"We'll be all alone here... the zoo is closed and the keepers all leave by now. Here, follow me..."
Ray followed Phailin into a copse of tall bamboo trees just off the path. The ground was smooth with fresh grass. He could smell the zoo around them as Phailin pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips.
"What do you like?" she asked, grinding herself into his crotch. "I want to make you happy..."
Ray grunted as she pressed against his small erection. He reached for her and cupped her chest as their mouths met for a hungry kiss. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as he fondled her breasts and pushed her top down around her hips. His thumbs teased her nipples and she groaned into the kiss, hips still rolling against him.
Ray knew what he liked, however, and he rolled over, pinning Phailin beneath him. She stretched out her neck as he pressed his lips to her throat and kissed his way up to her chin, then back down to her chest. His fingers undid her shorts and pulled them down her limber thighs as he licked at her belly. She moaned and clutched at his hair as his mouth covered her mound. Her heavy gasps echoed through the warm, damp air as Ray's tongue worked inside her.
He lifted his head after a few moments and grinned at her. She was wet now, moaning and eager, and he wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.
"I want to watch you change," he said. "But slowly..."
Phailin smiled and nodded. She knew Ray's type - they liked the transformation. It got them off, and she'd done it for a few other males. She focused - difficult to do when Ray's face disappeared between her thighs again - and gasped with need. Her fingers curled into the back of his head and she shivered as golden fur slowly grew in around her thighs. Ray's fingers tightened on her legs as he felt the fuzz and he lifted his mouth again, jaw open as he watched.
Phailin twisted her hips, putting a bit of acting into it as the golden fur spread over her thighs. Behind her, a broad tail slapped against the grass. More features of her otter wereform came into being as she writhed under the Hispanic male.
Ray grunted and reached for himself, rearranging his cock inside his pants again. He stroked her thighs tenderly, feeling the transition occurring under his palms. He pressed his fingers into her smooth, dark skin, and dragged them upwards, into the rapidly lengthening golden fur. The dark black pubic thatch shifted, lightening in color, as the changes spread north. Ray shuddered as she reached for him and unbuttoned his shirt. She pressed her hands against his chest and he felt animal-like pads on her palms, stroking and caressing his bare skin.
Her hands changed and he lifted them to his mouth, kissing and sucking on her fingers as they transformed. Her fur was green here, as it was from the elbows down. It was a nice contrast to the gold of the rest of her body and, looking down, he saw her lower legs were covered in the same light green shade. Webbing grew in between the fingers, which he pressed against his lips. Her furry paws spread wide, letting him lick and tease all he liked.
Phailin gasped when his hands went to her chest. She focused there next, growing in the thick golden pelt to cover her bare, smooth skin. Ray leaned down to lick her nipples, tease her teats, as she wriggled beneath him.
"I want you inside me," Phailin gasped, grasping at the back of his head as his tongue flicked over her nipples.
She helped him out of his pants and slid her palm against his lower belly before grasping his shaft in her smooth, furry paw pads. He was small, but she knew many therianthropes gained a lot after transforming. One of the trade-offs of their kind. Her own breasts had gone up a cup size during her shift, though the change wasn't as dramatic as most.
She spread her legs around Ray's thighs as the human pressed against her body. Her face was still human and, as he pressed inside, she kissed him, rubbing her paws against his back and head as their tongues met. He moaned into her lips as he felt her whiskers grow and shuddered. His hips lurched forward, pushing all four inches inside. She moaned, more for show than for the pleasure it gave her. She preferred, at this point, his tongue, though he was the customer, so she didn't say anything.
Her short muzzle formed as she kissed him and soon he was sucking on her tiny pink tongue. His eyes opened and she smiled as she realized they were different than before. Whereas he had a pair of cute black eyes, now one was silver, the other gold. Something sharp tickled down her sides - his claws. His hips pushed in slowly, withdrew, pumped in again. He stared at her face, breathing hard, moaning, sweating on top of her, as she wrapped her legs around him and slapped his ass with her broad otter tail.
Ray's throat constricted and a loud growl pushed past his lips, which he drew back, revealing sharp white fangs rather than normal human teeth. As his hips pushed against her, she felt him growing in size and let out a real, honest groan. Feline features grew in over his face - his jaw thickened and his nose spread wider, turning deep black at the center. Black fur filled in across his light brown skin and his ears migrated up his face, leaving a trail of black fuzz behind them.
The werepanther meant to transform slowly, but he found his control slipping as he stared at her golden fur. The black tattoo was white, now, perfectly shaped against her golden fur. Her green eyeliner survived the transition as well. Ray grunted, hips thrusting harder, and grasped at her chest, massaging her breasts roughly, the need rising inside him.
The wereotter shuddered when she felt his cock continue to thicken. His chest and back broadened as well and her blunt fingers dug into his shoulders, holding him down against her. She could feel his pelt fill in under her paws and they moaned in unison when the first of his feline barbs tickled against her inner walls.
Loud, deep rumbles of pleasure filled the air as the transforming human took on more and more features of his panther form. His platinum chain scraped against Phailin's upper chest as his hard belly pushed against her. She reached down and cupped his bottom, pulling him more forcefully inside. Feline growls met that action and his grip around her golden hips tightened. Their muzzles met as he humped her harder, more firmly. His cock continued to grow and lengthen with every thrust, until she could feel all ten thick inches penetrating her. She moaned and lifted her hips, green feet and paws twitching every time he slid inside.
More barbs formed along his length, teasing her insides relentlessly. Her eyes went wide as she climaxed unexpectedly and clutched the panther's neck, gasping into his ears.
He grunted and rolled, carrying her with him, until he was on his backside. The last patches of smooth human skin were disappearing under his thick black pelt as she watched, palms down against his muscular new figure. He was broader, heavier, built more like a football player than an office worker now. She knelt, knees to the sides of his belly, and bounced her hips over his length, hands clutching at his chest. His paws, large and black-furred, groped at her chest. He snarled as she clenched around him, sending bolts of lust through him. The final patch of bare skin disappeared, covered by a bit of white fur, the only bit in the sea of black across his body.
His long tail slipped around hers, twisting and twining with all the flexibility a feline appendage could offer. The white tip brushed against her golden fur as they pushed together.
Ray hadn't been with anyone like this in a long time. Phailin was incredible, both in human and therianthropic form. She was so tight, hot, wet, and willing to transform for him. He licked his black lips, ears twitching as he listened to her soft cries. Her heat radiated around his barbed shaft as he pumped up into her, getting closer by the moment. She climaxed again and her juices ran down his inner thighs, releasing her powerful scent into the air, urging Ray to pump even harder.
He sat up, arms going around her lower back, clutching her chest to his. Their muzzles met one final time, kissing and licking, black on gold, legs and arms mixing, scents everywhere, a fury of thrusting and moaning. Ray ground inside, stiffening as he felt his release. His ten-inch shaft throbbed deep inside the otter and he huffed, moaning against her cheek, eyes shut tight. Her paws stroked his neck and back as she felt him cum inside her; he tensed up, clutching at her, holding her tight, motionless, as his pent-up seed released.
He held her like that for several minutes, occasionally gasping or twitching as she moved her hips teasingly. Her paws stroked his face and she smiled.
"You really needed that, didn't you?" she asked. He'd been good, she had to admit - she hadn't needed to fake those orgasms.
"I did... thank you, Phailin," he said, voice dropping to a contented purr.
Ray lay on his back, pulling the otter with him, so that she lay on his broad chest. His thick erection softened, pulling free of her body slowly, each barb gingerly scraping along her sensitive walls, until it flopped out and withdrew into his sheath. A trickle of cum leaked from Phailin's wet pussy as she shifted, a moan of desire echoing from her small muzzle to Ray's ears. A very nearly, for the Thai prostitute, authentic moan. She'd enjoyed herself.
Ray kissed her forehead, then her right eye, tracing the outline of her white butterfly with his rough tongue. Phailin was incredible. She'd been into it, too, more than most of the girls he'd hired in the past. His claws tickled her thighs, making her squirm.
"Phailin... I want to see you again," he murmured, catching her lower lip in his teeth.
Phailin smiled. It was always nice to know she'd hooked a male, and Ray was definitely hooked...
Fin | FSE |
Title: The First Day Blues by skaman
Tags: Domination/Submission, Human, M/M, School, Wolf
This is the first part in a series which I hope to continue if I get good feedback. Just a heads up, this story takes place in an obviously fictional time where humans are rare to the point where most furs go their whole lives without ever seeing one in person. Sorry, no sex in chapter 1. Lots in Chapter 2 and on.
Chapter 1
John pulled his Honda Avalon into the open parking space and shut off his car with a quivering hand. His heart was pumping out of his chest as he was beyond nervous. His brain said to get up and out of the car but his shaking body would not reply.
Today is the day that John moves into his dorm and starts his college experience. But John is not an ordinary student at this school, he is a human. This was the thought that ran through his mind on a never-ending loop. He has had many previous experiences of people reacting badly to seeing him, and some people can be very mean.
For a human, John considered himself to be normal and nothing else. He was 5'10" with long blond hair that covered his eyes, and a build with little muscle, but very little fat.
He gathered up his courage and left the car, leaving his bags behind, and headed toward the school. He lit a cigarette as he walked to help alleviate some of his worries for he could already see the shocked reactions of the few furs that walked near him.
He entered the lobby of the dormitory and got at the end of a decent sized line right behind a 7 foot lion. Most furs were at least 5 or 6 inches taller than him, but the sight of this cat towering over him doubled his nervousness. He refused to look up and just prayed that the lion would not turn around. But unfortunately, the whispers and stares that were based around him finally made it around to the lion, who turned around to the human. John waited, his eyes to the floor, but when the insults and jokes he had come to expect never came he slowly looked up. The lion had completely turned around and was wearing a large smile that showed the human many of his very sharp teeth. John froze at the sight of the teeth and he didn't snap out of it 'till he felt giant velvety paws pin his arms to his sides and lift him effortlessly into the air.
"He's so cute" said the lion to someone behind him. "Do you know what room your in hun" the lion asked John.
"U-uuh no, not yet" he managed to finally get out.
"Don't be so scared, I like you and I really hope were in the same room, we could have a lot of fun". The lion finally put him down but rested his paw on John's head and said "I'm Josh and this is Scott (he motioned to a tiger standing next to him who was just shorter than Josh), "what's your name"?
"Uuuh John" he said with a shaky voice.
"Cool... oh" Josh was cut short when he realized he was at the front of the line and turned around. John could tell that there was some arguing between Josh and the lady behind the desk but he didn't really pay it that much attention. The tiger stepped to the side and it was finally John's turn at the dorm assignment table.
"Name" said a very bored looking Kangaroo. "Uuuh, John Fisher"
"Okay ... her we are, room 316, and you'll be sharing it with one roommate.
"Great" he replied and walked to the side of the table as to not block anyone's path.
"What room did you get?" said an anxious lion who had obviously waited for the human.
"Uum, 316" John replied.
"THAT'S GREAT!!, we're in room 317, right across the hall from you" beamed the lion, "we got to unpack now but I'll come and get you later".
"Okay but..." but before John could get a word through both of the cats had vanished.
John lit another cigarette as he clumsily brought his instruments from his car. His saxophone, amplifier, and both his electric and his acoustic guitars were all he could carry at the moment, while still enjoying his cigarette of course. Again he did his best to ignore the looks he received from furs in all directions as he entered the building.
"Thank God" he thought to himself as the elevator door closed without any other people joining him on it. He got off the elevator and proceeded down what he assumed to be the correct hallway, counting room numbers all the way.
John breathed a sigh of relief as he finally made it to the door with 316 on the front. He set down his amp and pulled out his key and upon unlocking and opening the door he truly regretted his choice, for now he would have to meet his roommate.
:Will he like me, will he think im a freak, will he think I'm a loser?" John thought, but it was too late, the door was opening.
"OH MY GOD THANK YOU!" he screamed in his head upon finding the room dark and empty. At that moment John also noticed the small group of furs that had collected in the hallway and had taken it upon themselves to stare at the human and whisper amongst themselves. So he grabbed hi amp and scurried into the empty room as fast as his legs would carry him.
He closed the door behind him and tossed all of his crap on the bed closest to him. He then proceeded to check all the areas of the room to truly make sure he was the first to arrive.
The stress and anxiety of the day, plus having to meet his roommate soon, was starting to eat away at John, but he knew one way to surely cure it. Playing his saxophone.
"I am alone and I'll play softly so as not to disturb anyone" he thought to himself.
So he got out his sax and started playing. But the soft tune he had begun playing quickly changed to a wailing blues song as John forced out all of his bad feelings through his sax.
When he stopped playing he opened his eyes to the sight of a powerful black wolf, standing 6 feet and 11 inches tall, in front of the doorway. To make matters worse, there was a large crowd of furs standing on the other side of the doorway with awed expressions on their muzzles. But John was quickly shot out of his trance at the sound of the wolf closing the door on the crowd.
"Oh My God, Oh My God, I am so sorry, I'm such an idiot, I can't believe everyone heard my terrible playing, I should just jump out the window right now." John said to no one in particular.
"Ha ha, funny and really cute, looks like I hit the jackpot" the wolf said as he walked over to John, "but you shouldn't say that about your playing, your one of the best I've ever heard and that song was absolutely beautiful, and my name's Indred by the way" The wolf was now in front of John and he begun rubbing John's head with his enormous paw like one would do to a puppy.
John began blushing profusely at the sexy wolf's compliments and treatments.
Indred gently lifted up on John's chin to bring the human's face up to his own.
"Man you are so cute I don't think I'll be able to ever let you go, I'll have to remember to thank my parents for randomly placing me in this room", said Indred.
"Parents" John thought, and a tar rolled down his cheek. He began walking to the door and Indred immediately knew something was wrong.
"Whats wrong John".
"Nothing, nothing at all" John said, barley able to speak through the tears as he kept walking. He didn't get far though because before he could even finish unlocking the door he felt giant, powerful arms and paws lock his arms to his sides and lift him into the air as Indred held him tightly to his chest.
"Something is obviously wrong" the wolf said as he walked back and sat down on the bed, all the while the human locked tightly in his embrace.
"Okay, okay, I'll talk" John began, "a couple weeks ago I decided that since I was moving out of my parents house, and moving across the country, I would finally tell them that I was bisexual. Well, no more than a minute after I told them they completely disowned me, like it was the easiest thing in the world to do. And at that moment when I knew in my head that life couldn't get any worse, my father decided to beat the shit out of me while my mother just sat there and watched". John began to cry a little more as he spoke, all the while trying his best to hold it in. "So I have had to spend the last 2 weeks living in my car, and when you mentioned your parents I remembered all the good times from when I was a kid and I just lost it. I'm really sorry about this".
To the boy's surprise Indred did not release him, but instead held the human tighter to him as he spoke. "I think your parents are the absolute scum of the Earth and its absolutely inconceivable that someone as beautiful and amazing as you came from them".
"I wish I really was beautiful and special, hell, even just one of them would be nice" said John.
"John" the powerful wolf began as he turned the boy around on his lap so they could face each other, "you are the most beautiful amazing person I've ever met, and it's true even if you won't believe it. I need to ask you a VERY serious question alright"?
"Okay". John replied confusedly.
"I now know that you are bisexual, and I am falling in love with you in a big way, so the question is, will you be MINE"?
"Yours?" asked John.
"Yes. You see, some people are submissive, and some people are dominators. I am a dominator, so when I ask if you will be mine, I mean that I would own you and completely take care of you. You would have no responsibilities but would have to do what I say or risk punishment. It's not like a pet though because we would be lovers and obviously love each other forever, and in love comes respect so I would never treat you poorly. Do you understand"?
"Yes I do", replied John, a smile beaming from his face, "and I would love nothing else than to be yours forever"!!!!!
Indred jumped up and turned John back around in his arms so that the humans back was against the soft fur of the wolf's chest and yelled "I love you John", and of course John returned the sentiment.
Indred tightly held the boy in his strong arms just basking in the moment until John finally said, "uum, love",
"yes my pup",
"are you gonna put me down soon, I gotta unpack",
"not anytime soon, you're my pup now" replied Indred with a sly grin as he nibbled and licked the neck and ears of the human he loved and owned.
"I'm definitely going to love this".
End of Chapter One. | FSE |
Title: My name is Midnite pt.2-Temptations by Midnitewolfy
Tags: Fox, Gay Relationships, M/M, No-Yiff, Romance, Wolf
Authors Note: this story deals with m/m relationships. Yes, it has gay relationships. If you feel disgusted by it, THEN DON'T READ IT! If you are under the age of 18 than you should not be reading this, no-no. However, if u feel that you are mature enough to read it, go ahead and read, I cant stop you. Oh, and enjoy! J
My name is Midnite pt.2 Temptations
"No sir." I repeated the same answer yet again and no matter how many times I said it, he never got it through his thick skull. "So if you do not feel bored, why do you feel the need to sleep in my classroom for the fourth time this week?" his ugly rat-face stared at me through giant eye glasses and I had to resist the urge to slap him in the face and shout 'shut up!' "I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again." I felt my face go red as the hushed snickers of my classmates met my ears. "Good," he turned back to the board, "and make sure it does not happen again. So class, you can now see how by using the main rules of mathematics..." he continued on with his lesson clearly oblivious to the laughing and pointing going on behind his back. I really wished I could be outside in the cold October air rather than in this hot school. I loved the cold air. I guess that you could say I look forward to winter sometimes, I don't really enjoy summer and the hot humid days. My parents think its 'cause were wolves and we were made to survive in the cold because in the past wolves used to be--and I say this with humor, 'wild animals'. Yeah, right. I looked up at the board stifling a yawn with great difficulty. The truth was that yes, I had not slept lately. Ever since that incident at the theatre with Spencer I've been... Out of it. That's the only way I can explain it. Its been really bugging me 'cause I've been expecting him to have done something by now, anything to let my sense of reality realize that, yes, something had happened that day. But Spencer didn't, I sensed his reluctance at times, the nervousness. And that's saying a lot, because I've only seen Spencer once this week, I was opening my locker and he walked by, then a part of his mind seemed to have forced his legs to stop in which he looked in my direction. His eyes had strayed for a moment, unsure of where my face was before he looked at me and mumbled a brief "hi", then he was gone. Today was Wednesday, meaning that I had gym today, also meaning that I would undoubtedly meet Spencer there. I looked at the clock and realized that gym was next period. In fact, in less than a minute. I started putting my stuff away and like a chain reaction that always occurred in schools, the act seemed to trigger the other kids to do the same, the room being filled with the sound of book-bag zippers and paper shuffling. With a loud droning beep the speakers signaled the end of the period and hefting my bag onto my left shoulder, I hurried out the room. Our gym was a weird one because it was located outside, across the street from the main building gave it and air of being neglected. As usual, everyone was crowded outside in a mass of fur, flesh, and paws rendering my growing anticipation to a slow shuffle in the gym. I finally made it in and rushed to yet a second line going to the male's locker room only to join the line and walk in slowly again. Once in, I sat on the bench conveniently placed in front of my locker and it was simply a corner eye glance to my left to see where Spencer sat and changed. He wasn't there when I looked but walking in the locker room, he sat. I'd have to say that things slowed down when I saw him. Kind of like someone hit the mute and dimmer on the outside world as I looked at him. I realize now that it's a crush I guess. He looked just as handsome, just as beautiful as ever. He had on dark jeans and clashing with his fur he wore a red shirt with a yellow zigzag pattern on the front. I would say what the words on the shirt said... hadn't he been taking it off My paw shifted idiotically, searching for my locker handle as I watched him grip the shirt from the back of his neck and pulling it upward, it came off smoothly. My jaw opened slightly as I saw him, his thin abdomen slightly toned with slim muscle beautifully defined with the clean white fur that ran down his throat and across his front. His chest was larger than his slim, slightly feminine lower body and just as slightly toned. I would've done anything right then just to run my hand along his chest fur, feel his warmth again... I realized then that my arm stood outstretched, my paw hanging limply having given up on its search for the locker handle. Reminding myself that changing-time did indeed have a limit, I flung the combination wheel, left, right, and pulled it open swiftly, then grabbing my sweat pants I glanced at Spencer again. I couldn't help dropping the sweat pants as I noticed that the cute red fox, the one most painful, and living temptation that I just couldn't have was pulling free the last pant leg from his lifted foot. God, if I got turned on by his chest and abdomen, it was nothing to how my cock jumped in its sheathe when I saw his legs--in the fur and without pants! Wearing black boxers, he had very toned legs and thighs covered with red fur that was just...perfect in every way. Along the inner part of his thighs, the white fur from his belly tapered out to the normal red of his fur as I ran my eyes lower along his leg. His calf muscle was perfect and slimmed down smoothly to the ankle--which was covered with black fur. Next was his foot. His foot was... sooooo feminine the way he had it on the floor by tippy-toe. I have absolutely no idea why, but I had a very powerful desire to suck his toes... like I said, I have no. Idea. Why. Looking at how his whole body just screamed "perfection" I bared my teeth a bit. The one thing I wanted so badly--but couldn't have. Right then, when I thought the temptation just couldn't get any worse, he took out his gym socks, and busy trying to turn them outside-in, he lifted one leg and brought it to rest on the edge of the seat, his toes hanging off, and his other leg on the floor. Now take a moment to imagine that pose... It was a very sexy pose. At least I think that, the way he sat so casually, his inner thigh visible on the left leg, his right hanging off and the elbow of his left arm resting on his left knee so coolly, it was... (Need I say it again?) Simply "tempting." For a brief moment I could've sworn his eye swiveled to me and turned back followed by a short smirk. Or...maybe I imagined it. Suddenly I realized that I hadn't even started getting dressed and ripping off my own clothes, I replaced them with my own seat pants and tee. Throwing my stuff into the locker I slammed it shut and got up.
I entered the weight room and took in my surroundings. A ton of exercise equipment filled the room and in the back end were two treadmills with a wall-length mirror. In the sides of the room were bench presses and more weights. I immediately made my way for the treadmill. In my time here I always loved running, and was often the fastest runner, but I denied the track team. I never felt competitive about my speed and would rather be home drawing as I plan to be an artist someday. As a matter of fact, I wasn't in any school teams or activities, I never wanted to be in one. I began entering the settings into my treadmill. Thirty minutes, elevation at number five. But right as I was going to get on, Spencer's reflection caught my eye in the mirror and turning, I saw that he must've decided to take weight room today rather than hockey or whatever they had planned in the gym today. He seemed lost for a second, looking at everything and at the furs in the room. Actually, there were only 4 furs in the room today, Spencer himself, me, and two others. Walking with no definite goal he went to one of the bench-presses and looked at it, calculating either the weight he wanted to lift, or how to even use the damn thing. I felt a chill pass through my body as I fought myself on whether I should go help him. I lifted a leg to walk over to him, but my leg seemed too weak to support itself and a little voice in my head kept saying 'don't midnite, don't', while another said 'go on! He needs a spotter anyhow, go, now!' I liked the second voice better and closing my eyes as though I were walking blindly into a nightmare or something of the sort I forced myself over to him. I must've been a hilarious sight, stumbling along, chewing my lip nervously and tripping over a weight on the floor before staring at him embarrassedly. It took my mind a moment to shout 'Hey stupid, say something already!' "Umm.... hi Spencer. Heed nelp?" I shook my head pitifully before stuttering, "I mean, need help?" I licked my dry lips and couldn't help slapping myself mentally. Why was I so nervous anyway? There was nothing to be scared of... was there? "Hi Midnite. Well, I could've done it alone you know, but, yeah, why not?" He shrugged and then stared back at me awkwardly before shaking his head suddenly, "well, why don't I, um, put some on this end, and u do the other end." "Yeah..." I went to the right side of the bar and put a couple weights on it while he did the other side. Fitting both ends with a decent weight he sat on the bench and looked at me with a hint of nervousness. "Ok... I'll do ten, then fifteen and on like that ok?" He looked on as I nodded and got in position and he lay down. His eyes kept shifting to mine and he sighed deeply, grabbing hold of the bar. I looked down at him and helped him lift the bar off the rests, then he started to count, lifting the bar with small releases of breath as he lowered, his eyes closed. "One, two, three..." I counted with him and I had to control myself to do nothing more than count. I wanted so badly to just look at his body laid out before me, his arm muscles flexing as he bench-pressed and it took all of my will to concentrate on the numbers, "Five, six, seven..." my sheathe gave a stir and I slapped myself mentally and concentrated even more, "Nine, and ten." I helped him lift the bar and place it in the rests and he took a sigh, he wasn't even out of breath. "Ready to do more?" I asked. "Sure." I lowered the bar again and he began to lift, "One, two, three, four..." I saw him close his eyes again and assumed that he wouldn't see me if I took just a quick look at his body would he? "Six, seven, eight..." I risked it. Moving my eyes I saw his chest muscles flex a bit, shifting up and down slowly as he took his breaths. My eyes roamed lower and I saw his sweat pants pulled down tightly on him, he had his legs spread out on either side of the bench and I saw a small lump where his sheathe opening must be and I realized too late that I was, indeed, getting very aroused. "Eleven, twelve..." My sheathe stirred a bit as I looked onto his legs, the muscles tensed there slightly. "fourteen, fifteen." I lifted it and again put it in the rests. He sat up and stretched out his arms, then lay back down and looked at me. "Once more, I'm too weak to last that long." He smiled jokingly. I nodded and gave him the bar for the third time. He held it up for a second, and then began. "one, two, three,..." I felt more comfortable with myself, more confident, and as soon as he closed his eyes my eyes resumed their journey across his body. I looked again at his chest, saw through the thin t-shirt of his and felt my sheathe stir even more. "Stop checking me out midnite." I almost jumped into the ceiling at the suddenness of the comment. Looking down to Spencer I saw that he was smiling up at me. "Your going to make me blush, midnite." I couldn't reply right then. I was in a state of mind where I was expecting my mouth to talk of its own accord. Finally my mouth seemed to be reactivated and I stuttered a reply. "I'm not...ch-checking you out." "Lift..." he pushed the bar up to the rests and I put it in place with slightly trembling hands. He got up and walked to me, making me back into the wall as though he held a bomb or something. "Midnite, I like you a lot, but I don't know where to go beyond that. Ever since Sunday I've been...scared." I just stared at him. His words were like electricity to me, and my body seemed to tingle as I comprehended the meaning of his words. He looked at me again, and it was with an expression of pure honesty, an expression that I think I would remember for my entire life. It was the expression of a child realizing that his one and only toy was lost forever. "I like you a lot midnite, but I'm..." He lowered his head and his body seemed to go limp, "I'm scared....I'm so scared." His body trembled and I saw a tear, a single tear fell to the floor. Without thinking I just hugged him, I wrapped my arms around him tight and hugged him. He began to sob loudly and I looked briefly towards the other 2 furs in the room and realized that they must've left because it was empty. I dismissed the thought of the other furs and hugged Spencer again. "Don't cry Spencer, I'm scared too, I am, but don't cry. You don't have to cry over a small thing like this." He sobbed once more and lifted his head from my chest looking at me. "Yes I do. Were freakin' gay Midnite! I... I want you so bad, but how can we...if were gay? No one will accept us, no-one!" I held him back and looked into his eyes. "So what Spencer? You think I don't feel the same? You think that you're the only one going through this? Because if you do, your wrong Spencer. I'm here too, don't you see? Your not alone... cause your with me." I hugged him again and he hugged back. We just hugged there and he stopped crying. He seemed to be silent, soaking in my words. I honestly don't know where the words came from, it was the most honest thing I could've said at the time. It was short-lived as we hugged, I wanted to stay like that forever, I could've, had I been given enough time, but sadly, the bell rang and I looked into his green eyes. I saw so much pain in them, so much confusion, a type of... helplessness. "Spencer? I'm always here for you ok?" Spencer looked back at me. A moment passed... and suddenly he kissed me for the second time in my life. He brought his muzzle to mine and kissed me right on the lips. I was lost in the moment then, I had no other motives, distractions or otherwise, so I kissed him back. Moving my muzzle sideways my paw came up to hold his cheek lightly and I brushed my tongue passed his teeth and into his mouth. He did the same. And in eachothers arms we kissed. Five minutes later we were in the locker room, getting dressed late, having broken the kiss after hearing the second bell and getting yelled at by the gym teacher. Putting our clothes back on, Spencer and me walked out and into the main building again. I felt happy to say the least. I had the feeling that things were finally going somewhere. But I can't lie, I can't say that I was only happy, cause I wasn't. I was still scared of the difficulties that the future would hold for us, and I knew that there were indeed difficulties. I've been through them in life, living in over three different homes first with my mother. But after being thrown out, I went with my aunt--thrown out yet again, I now lived with my dad who is quite difficult at times, but is good with me. I would've wanted to say that my father would approve of my feelings towards Spencer, but sadly, I knew I'd be outside in ten minutes flat. I now thought of the fact that being with Spencer isn't going to be easy...and besides, I have to remind myself that were not.... 'together' yet anyhow. We reached a staircase and stopped. Spencer looked at me and I knew that he had to go down to the basement for his next class, and I had to go to the third floor. I knew that at other times I'd have never done it, but I held his hand at that moment anyway, pushing aside my nervousness. "don't think about it anymore, ok Spence?" He looked at my hand in his for a moment then up at me, squeezing my hand confidently. "Ok. I'll see you..." he let the pause drag on. I looked at him suddenly. "Well, Spence, um...if you do want to talk, my, um, parents won't be home tonight, dad works and mom is going out. If u don't have anything... u could, um, u know..." Spencer smiled at me. "Ok Midnite, I'll be there." He smiled again and rushed down the stairs and I watched him go, barely aware of how weird it was for no other students to be in the staircase. The last thing I saw was his tail swish as he disappeared from view. I smiled to myself. He would be at my house later, and already I couldn't wait.
End Note: I plan on continuing this story for a very long time. I still mix actual events in my life, but have added a bit of fiction into it. I plan on making the story as realistic as possible, and I want to take my time and actually delve into the feelings of love at this point and in the future to show what it actually means to 'love' someone. If you're disappointed that this story has no yiff scenes I say this: to truly understand the story, u must first understand the love these 2 have for each other. Yes, eventually I'll get to yiffing....maybe a little sooner than you might think. A lot more will happen to these two and I intend to show the fact that it is their love that will pull them through it. If you have any questions or comments please e-mail me at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) I'm also sometimes in yiffchat (at yiffstar) under the name Midnite. Midnite and Spencer are copyright to (who would've guessed it?) midnite, or ME! | FSE |
Tags: Belly Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Male Inflation, competition, huge, inhale
Text: While Dani DeGrassi had her start in the family business, there was no denying that she went far beyond anyone's expectations. Scant years after graduating with two degrees, she was the owner of several businesses, one international, and involved in a variety of foundations dedicated to the arts and sciences. She had a singular presence which tended to leave a deep impression on everyone she met; most people described her as "unique." Others, with a better grasp of language, more correctly described her as "deeply eccentric."
Dani openly described herself as a "size queen," which was generally taken to mean one specific thing. When she was approached in public by an aspiring suitor who bragged of having nearly twelve inches, she laughed, going on to elaborate that it wasn't quite what she meant: It wasn't a matter of liking them big, but liking them -big-. More specifically, bigger than her, and she immediately took steps to demonstrate.
In an act that cemented her status as an eccentric, Dani took in a deep breath, far deeper than should have been possible, and the front of her dress simply swelled outward, fabric pulled taut across the bubble of her belly. Another breath and she grew further, double the width of her hips as her breasts pressed against the top of it and the sides of each other in the confines of her clothes. This, she explained, was what she meant by being a size queen. Anyone who couldn't be bigger than her wasn't worth her consideration.
Despite the looks they were drawing and the utter ridiculous of the situation and demand being placed on him, the suitor found Dani's hand too tempting a prize. So, he tried to breathe in as much and as hard as he could. Dani watched, bemused, as he struggled, not sure of what exactly to do or how to do it until finally happened, the buttons on his shirt popping as his pecs and gut puffed up suddenly. He grew slowly, in fits, going red in the face as he huffed and puffed, belly quickly becoming tight and straining with a tinge of red covering it. He was barely even half her size before he wobbled on his feet, and it was only through the quick reflexes of two other gentlemen that he didn't pass out on the floor. Dani merely laughed, returning to her conversation in her inflated state without a second thought.
The next several weeks brought with them a gradual escalation, both in the scale of challengers as well as her entourage's sense of how badly they were underestimating Dani. A morning jog brought her before a man whose gut hung over his belt like an exercise ball with a popped-out navel; in response she blew herself up even larger on the spot, spandex stretching over jiggling breasts and a bouncing backside, waiting but a moment for his response and, getting none, continuing on her way despite her view being partially blocked by her own gut and chest and her jog being more of a wide-armed skip from her notably thicker arms and legs. A visitor at a charity luncheon waddled in, fitting through the double doors as narrowly as his clothes fit him; Dani took it one step further, inflating in all directions to meet him, then surpass him as her limbs spread and widened, smoothing out and growing so round that they were half-pulled into the form-dominating curves of her torso. A visit to her favorite fashion designer resulted in one of the staff proving he could be as wide as he was tall, if not more so; Dani immediately proved that she could touch the ceiling with her head, only deflating later on when her personal assistant reminded her that it was time to leave and the doors were far too small, and in any case her arms were getting tired from rolling Dani around.
Things quieted down for a week or two after that. Dani proved to be intimidating and perhaps insurmountable in both her size and her demands, much to the relief of the guests at one of her evening parties-slash-meet and greets, at least a few of whom weren't looking forward to another impromptu contest. Thus, none of them really thought much when she was approached by a short, mousy-looking young woman with round-rimmed glasses, wearing a one-piece dress and pantyhose, who visibly needed to build up the courage to speak with her. "Miss DeGrassi?"
Dani turned, eyeing her expectantly.
"My name is Tamela, I'm a big fan of yours and I... I!" She wrung her hands together for a moment before blurting out, "please let me be your girlfriend!"
"If you want to be with me," Dani said with a smile, "then you do know what that means, right?"
Tamela slowly nodded, looking to either side at the people watching her. She shuffled back a step, taking a few experimental huffs before heaving in a deep breath, stopping with a squeak of surprise when her stomach dramatically billowed outward and her chest jumped several cups. She gave her midsection a gentle prod in disbelief, not really expecting that it would work, let alone so easily. Suddenly she heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see Dani, still smiling and now quite gravid, looking a good deal larger than her.
A second poke to her stomach revealed a great deal of give, and Tamela was comfortable enough with this knowledge to continue. She breathed in and out a few times, trying to reproduce what happened when she all but tripped over it, swelling again. Keeping up the momentum she pulled in air, her vision rising higher as more of her view below her was taken up by her breasts and belly. The straps on her shoulders and pantyhose grew tight as her arms and legs flared out, balled-up fists resting against her sides. When she stopped she could only see her upper half, looking fat but for the weightlessness and lack of rolls. On top of that she had gained a few inches, now nearly eye-to-eye with Dani; it was short lived as, huffing and puffing again, Dani blew up in kind, the curve of her belly merging with her growing hips and ass to create a figure that politely be called "apple-shaped" and more appropriately absurdly round. When she stopped she stood a full foot taller than Tamela, and her sausage-like arms were half bent, resting on her front as she looked at the young woman expectantly.
Growing larger came easier to Tamela, inhaling deeply without exhaling. Her scale and proportions were thrown more into contrast as she bulged out in all directions, her limbs filling and sapping her range of motion until they became wide cones, their shape soon turning to domes as her shins and forearms swelled up around her ankles and wrists. Her dress, meanwhile, was doing a fantastic job of staying in one piece, accentuating the curves of her backside that she now rested upon as well as the wide, shallow domes of her breasts which protruded in front of her. Around her people fell away as she grew, watching them disappear out of view on either side as her horizon rose up and her head began to sink into her swollen neck. She let out a quiet burp as her forced growth came to a halt, double the height of the other party-goers.
Dani nodded, pleased, before taking in air, growing with such force that her limbs stuck out straight. Her underside swelled, bumping against the ground and launching her into the air several feet, giving both Tamela and the party-goers a clear view as she transformed herself into a large-breasted blimp. Gently floating back down, she bounced several times before coming to rest, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. She couldn't see Tamela, but it was clear to others that she was a yard or two larger than her.
Tamela stared. "No way..."
"I haven't had to get this big to outdo a courter in a while," Dani said. "I'm really quite impressed, but but I'm afraid that-"
She was interrupted by the sound of a deep, heaving breath, and Tamela's head - and the rest of her body - surged up into view. Her brow was furrowed in deep concentration, and there was another loud whooshing of air as her cheeks swelled in time with the rest of her, surging up and out with a loud creak. Her figure grew violently and in pulses, feet at a time; Tamela's lower hemisphere, covered by pantyhose stretched so thin her black panties were visible beneath, shot out towards Dani's front, bouncing her away with a loud "bwong." She let out a long cry of panic, bounding and rolling back through a table of drinks, deflecting off an ice sculpture, and finally coming to rest in the pool, thankfully face-up. As she watched Tamela take up more of the nighttime sky over her mansion, she wondered if she finally hadn't met her match. It took a while for Tamela to calm down after she had stopped inflating. It was partly out of fear that she had gotten so big, and partly a deep desire to impress. But Dani DeGrassi was such a beautiful and intelligent woman, and normally so far above a simple office worker like her, that the thought of having to quit - or have her turn her down - after finally working up the courage to approach her like this made her chest ache. Though her chest being larger by scale probably made it a little worse.
The tension was almost unbearable as she waited for Dani's response, expecting her to effortlessly outgrow her again. After several minutes none came, though there was a faint tugging against her underwear, then her dress. It almost felt as if something was climbing her; a few moments later this was confirmed, as Dani came into view, scaling the cloth between Tamela's breasts. As her curvature grew less steep Dani rose to her feet, walking across the soft surface of Tamela's skin, unshod feet feeling positively tiny against her.
Falling to her knees in front of Tamela's head, Dani let out a weary sigh. "Well. Do you know how big you are?"
Tamela shook her head. "Not really. Is everyone down there alright?"
"Oh, absolutely." She leaned to one side, then the other, swinging her legs out as she sat on her backside. "A little shaken up, but they're fine. You know, you're the biggest I've seen."
"Is it enough? I feel like I could get bigger if you'd like, Miss DeGrassi."
Something in Dani's eyes lit up at the word "bigger," and she pushed herself forward. "Maybe later," she replied. Her thighs were on either side of Tamela's head; twirling a lock of her hair around her finger she added, "and please, call me Dani."
| bodyinflation |
Title: Double Exposure
Tags: mom son, bro sis, photography, model, orgy, anal, dirty talk, cuckold, lingerie, camera
Brace yourself, this one is long.
**Chapter 1.0**
I now know I have a dirty mind. Sure, I'd like to think it is no more than an average male's imagination, but after recent events, I can say with confidence that even my passing thoughts could make a sailor blush. My perception has shifted, almost like a lens that is changing focus, and if there is one thing that I can speak about with confidence it's that perception is indeed everything. It can change the simplest meanings of the most simple things. Red becomes crimson. Sweat becomes tears. Or sex becomes incest.
Maybe a more accurate term would be filthy mind? It's all just semantics, really. Just one point of view much like that of a photograph, which is appropriate really, for that is indeed my profession. Though it wasn't until recently that this darker side, this *id* as Freud would call it, started seeping into my work, subconsciously controlling what I shot and how it was viewed. What's really funny is that the origins of this dark journey were so innocent too.
You see, photography for me was really a hobby that turned into something greater. A camera was a part of our lives growing up for my family. We had more photo albums lying around the house than books. Every single major life event, and even the minor ones, had visual documentation to mark its importance. Everything from my sister's first steps to my graduation, Birthdays, Holidays, and Family Vacations sealed in cellophane in binders on shelves. My Dad was always the one behind the lens, snapping away any chance he got. Sometimes I think he missed the experience of these moments viewing it all through a lens instead of with his own eyes. Don't get me wrong, he was incredibly talented, but it's funny thinking back because most of my childhood memories of my father include the sound of something clicking and flashes of light.
Regardless of what apprehension that may imply, photography was ingrained in my day-to-day and became part of my life. I guess I inherited my father's eye, because the moment I laid hands on a camera, I was a natural. Lighting, framing, everything was all second nature. So much so that when I got my first SLR at the age of 16, I stayed up all night memorizing the manual. ISOs, F-Stops, Shutter Speeds, it all made perfect sense to me. So, naturally, this became my calling. Even when the world turned digital, I evolved right alongside, though my passion stayed with film.
As the years rolled on, I graduated college with a degree in photography and instantly started selling my services freelance. It wasn't easy at first, but I had a great head start thanks to a couple of my projects in senior year being published in a several local, and one national magazine. And with that, I moved out of my parent's house just outside of San Francisco and moved into the City. Fortune kept rolling my way and I had a great flat large enough to double as a studio and home. So, as you can tell, it appeared I had all my ducks in a row, but of course, every now and again things can throw you off course.
Every Sunday was Family Dinner night. It was something that we have maintained in my family for years now. The four of us were there, scrambling to set the table and pleasant chit-chat carried from one person to another. I was pouring the wine while joking with Dad about my recent photo shoot when I overheard my mother.
"Have you told your brother yet?" she asked Kelly as she set down the pasta.
"Mm-Mmm." Kelly shook her head looking at me.
"One sec Pops." I turned to my sister. "What's up?"
She rolled her eyes as we she took our seats. "Well, I was going to wait until after dinner so thanks Mom. Kinda' let the cat out of the bag there."
"What's going on?" I asked again.
"Your sister had a little bit of an opportunity," said my dad as he began to serve himself.
"Let her tell him, Charles." My mother took a sip of her wine as she settled in.
Kelly took a big breath and turned to me. "You know how I have been dabbling in designing clothes? Well, I've been having a great time at it and I've been getting some great feedback. It's kinda like you and photography; I'm a natural. I've got a great eye for style while keeping it flirty and kinda fun; especially for women with bodies like Mom and me."
"Something for girls with curves," Pops chuckled as he raised his glass.
"Charles!" Mom smacked him with her napkin causing Dad to flinch.
Regardless of how it was taken, Dad's comment was pretty spot on. I hadn't really studied their figures before, at least not on purpose, but both my mother and sister were shapely gals. They were in no way what you would consider thick, thanks to yoga, but both have curves where men like to look. Some credit due to their regimen and some to genes.
"So anyway, like I was saying, I've been really diving in deep on this, and last week one of my professors passed on a few photos of my work to a contact of hers and they loved it! They asked to see more and I want to really blow them away."
"Holy crap, Kelly! That's awesome!"
"I know, right!" She was ecstatic. Her green eyes sparkled as her grin stretched across her face. "Right now, they've only seen a couple of my pieces. A summer dress, a couple tops and shorts, and a swim suit. What I want to do next is show off what I can really do and step it up a notch both in style and presentation. Soooo... Jason." She started to push her silverware around her plate. "I was wondering..."
"You want me to be your photographer, don't you?"
"Don't worry, I'll totally pay you. It would mean a lot to me and you are the best photographer I know."
"Sis, don't worry about it. We're family; I got your back." I laughed. "So what you thinking? Day shoot, night shoot, studio?"
"You know I was thinking something like at the beach. I figured it'd be the best way to show off a spring and summer look. It's just an idea."
"No, I like it." I smiled. "Have you thought about models yet?"
Her eyes went wide. "Oh shit, no I forgot." Her eyes went wider as she covered her mouth. "Sorry Mom! I keep swearing around you."
Mom waved it off. "Honey, I keep telling you; you're twenty-one. You're an adult."
"I know. It's still weird."
"When did you want to do it?" I asked, straining to get back to the topic.
"What?" Kelly turned to me. "Oh, I was hoping by the end of next week. I don't want the offer to grow too cold, you know?"
"Gotcha," I said, deep in thought. "I don't know who I can grab with that kind of notice. How many girls do you need?"
"Just one. I want to keep it simple."
"What about you?" Dad asked Kelly. "It's your line. You're a pretty girl. Couldn't you do it?"
"Personally I don't have any issue doing it. Hell I wear the clothes anyway but isn't that a little tacky to showcase your own line like that?" asked Kelly.
I shook my head. "I wouldn't recommend it. You want it to appear like your line is for anyone and everyone. That message might not come across if all they see is *you* in your clothes."
"Hell, then use your mom."
"Charles!" She smacked him again.
"What? Why not?"
My eyes quickly darted up to our mother. I never really looked at her in detail either, but she is where Kelly gets most of her charms. She possessed many of the fair traits of both her Irish and Japanese lineage. Deep and dark red hair she kept cut just below her shoulders. Green, almond shaped eyes with a fair complexion and rosy cheeks, though that may have been the wine. To be honest, she'd be perfect.
"Oh that would be so awesome Mom! Please! It's just a couple dresses and swimsuits!" Kelly pleaded.
"Swimsuits, nice!" I joked.
"Jason!" Mom glared at me.
"Hey, don't mind me. I'm just the photographer." I laughed. "I'm sure they're not bad anyway, Mom. It's not like your daughter's been spending hours on end crafting bikinis."
Kelly appeared to shrink in her chair as silence filled the air.
"They're bikinis, aren't they?" Mom asked.
Kelly replied with a sheepish nod.
I looked from Kelly to my mother. I could sense glimmer of apprehension. "Well Mom," I said with a shrug, "I'm down if you are. It's always exciting working with a new model. You game?"
She glanced my way, giving me just a moment to see a sparkle in her eye. With a smile, Mom shrugged her shoulders. "The things I do for my kids," she drained her glass in one gulp and nodded.
An hour later, glasses refilled and bellies full, Kelly and I were down in her workspace; our former basement. The walls were newly painted and now holding clippings from various fashion magazines. Several sizing mannequins and sewing machines were residing now where my first dark room used to be. Oh well, C'est la vie.
"They're right over here," she said as she grabbed a rolling garment rack and flipped through the hangers mumbling yes's and no's as she selected her line-up. Finally with a handful, she laid them out on her work station.
"Alright," she sighed. "What do you think?"
"You did all this?" I asked picking up a red summer dress.
"Yup." She fidgeted and sipped her wine. "That's one of my favorites."
I set it down and picked up another. "This is incredible, Kelly."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Absolutely. I'm impressed, seriously. Are you sure you have enough time to size them all to Mom?" I asked.
She smiled. "They shouldn't be too far off as it is. You see that dress form?" she asked pointing to a mannequin embedded with sizing dials. "I call her Lucy."
I raised an eyebrow. "A dummy named after Mom, huh. Let me guess, Mom was your first model."
Kelly smiled proudly. "Yes indeed. Sized it right to her: Course that was a little while back though. I tend to use myself for most of my work now but we aren't too far off from each other," she said as she examined herself in the mirror.
I raised an eyebrow as I held up one of her bikinis. "That's convenient, because you don't really have much room to work with on some of these." She looked up at my reflection as I examined the piece of garb.
"Not ashamed of showing off a little skin, I see." I said.
She smiled. "Hey, you know me. If you got it, flaunt it."
"Well, Mom's gonna' be the one flaunting it so I hope you're okay with that."
She shrugged. "If it sells my goods, I have no problem with her showing hers," she giggled
I couldn't help but roll my eyes as she laughed.
Her eyes softened as she looked at me in the reflection.
"Thank you for doing this, Jason. It means a lot to me," she said. "And, even though she won't say it, it really means a lot to Mom too."
"You're welcome," I said as I hung the clothes back, and then stopped. Something she said was off. "Wait, why do you think it meant a lot to Mom? Isn't she-"
She shook her head, scolding herself as she turned to face me.
"It's nothing," she said. "Forget I said anything."
"Wait a minute Kelly. Come on. What's going on?"
She took a deep breath. "I don't know. It's weird," she said. "It's like... She's just happier when you're around."
"Mom? But she's always happy."
Kelly shrugged. "Honestly, Jason, I'm not sure. I mean she appears to be more so around you, but you're not here most of the time and Dad's here just a little more than that. I think there's something going on between the two of them."
I set down my glass. "You think they're fighting?"
She shook her head. "I don't know... Actually that's not true, I know they are because I can hear the mumbles through the walls, but they never do it in front of me."
"They seemed fine at dinner. I mean, they were acting like they always do."
She looked me in the eye. "Even though they say we are adults, they still try to keep things from us. They want to appear composed, I guess. I don't know what's going on, but I can always feel this tension in the air. Mainly from Dad, to be honest. He comes home late from work, then goes out, then comes home late again. He always spends the night here, but... I don't know what it is. I never see them spend any time together anymore unless you're around." She shook her head in disbelief. "Seriously, it's gotta be frustrating for her. I don't even think they're having sex anymore. They were noisy as hell after you moved out for college, but nothing for the last year."
"Thank you, Kelly. I wasn't expecting to hear about our parents bedside manners, but now I can sleep good tonight."
She smacked my arm. "Jason, I'm serious. I'm concerned for her."
"And not for Dad?" I asked.
She remained silent for a moment, tapping the side of her glass. "Not really." She looked up at me. "I know it's kinda' fucked up to say that, but I feel like he's leaving her high and dry here."
I sighed. "It's an awful lot of speculation."
She shrugged. "You're right, it is." Kelly said. "But I can't explain it any other way. Mom's always the happy-go-lucky one and I wouldn't be surprised if she's the only reason they haven't gotten divorced. She'd want us to stay together as a family."
"You might be right."
"I think I am," she said staring in my eyes. I was surprised not to see any tears. "That's why I think it's good that she's doing this." Kelly stirred her glass. "You realize she wouldn't have said yes if you didn't agree to as well."
"What makes you say that?"
Kelly shrugged. "She just... You're her boy." She took a large swig of her wine.
I smiled, "Thanks Kelly. I'm going to try and not put too much thought into the fact you said our undersexed mother has a thing for me."
"Argh!" Kelly groaned in annoyance. "That's not-"
"No, it's fine. Like water off a duck's back," I said to which she smacked me again.
"You always joke."
"Hey, I can't help it! It's just my thing."
She rolled her eyes then downed the rest of her drink. "Fuck it. Thanks for saying yes," she said as she headed back up the stairs.
I followed suit, but joking aside, the conversation stuck deep in my gut.
**Chapter 2.0**
Between the three of us, we worked out the details for the shoot. Kelly used to style hair and makeup before finding her calling with fashion so we had that covered. For the location, we settled on heading up to a cove north of the city where we'd be able to get some great shots of the waves breaking against the rocks. We went there years ago for a family camping trip so the area was somewhat familiar.
A week passed and the day of the shoot was here. I had a quick gig in Oakland early that morning so I got to the house just before we needed to head out. Our goal was to get both bright sunlight and sunset shots before we called it a day. So far, everything was looking peachy.
"Hellooooo!" I bellowed as I entered the house.
"We're back here," I heard Kelly call.
I found them in the master bath, both sitting on stools facing each other. Mom in a white robe and Kelly in black yoga pants and a pink tank top, focused on applying Mom's mascara.
"Hey Bro. You get my message," she asked focusing on her task.
"No, what's up?"
"Your dad can't make it," Mom said. "His client is having a... I don't really remember. He won't be there."
"Oh well, sucks for him." I checked my watch. "How we doing here?"
"Just finished her hair and I'm just touching up her makeup." Kelly tilted Mom's chin up.
"How's it look?"
I knelt beside them. "Not bad," I said.
"What a charmer," Mom smirked.
I chuckled. "No seriously, you're stunning Mom, you know that. What we need to do now is accentuate her best features. Really make it pop, you know?"
Mom looked up to me. "And what are my best features?"
I gave her a once over, though I really didn't need to. "I'd say... your eyes and lips are the first things that stand out. They're captivating, alluring. Even a natural pout."
"And what about beyond my face?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
I winked. "I'll leave that one to our fashionista here."
Kelly studied Mom's face. "Okay, so focus on the eyes and lips."
"Let me try something," Mom said. She stood up and grabbed her a couple items from her kit. With some quick flicks and gestures, she turned back to us. "Better?"
I studied her one last time. She looked flawless.
"Gorgeous."
She smiled and blew a kiss at me.
"All right, let's pack it up."
Five minutes later, we were in the car.
We couldn't have picked a better day. The sky was partly cloudy with bright pillars of light piercing through any opening it could find. The three of us, in the mean time, were huddled together in my SUV for the hour long drive; me, your friendly driver, Kelly in the back seat flipping through my portfolio, and Mom was in the passenger seat staring out the window as we traveled along the winding coastal highway.
"Damn, Jason you really got a range here," Kelly said.
"What are you talking about?" I replied, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
"All these crazy photos you've done. Models, Foods, Nature... Is this a riot? Where was there a riot?" She looked up at me.
"It wasn't a riot. It was a protest. I took that one last year when I went to Madrid with Garry and Elliot. I got you that statue, remember?"
"Oh yeah." She looked back to the photos. "It's on my dresser... Holy shit I've seen this one before! You didn't take this!"
Looking back, "Which one?"
"This Lady Gaga one."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "No that's me. They got published and I think that's how you saw it."
"Bull," she said.
"It is! I was friends with an aide and she passed on the recommendation. Kinda like you and your gig. It's all in who you know."
I could see Mom smile from the corner of my eye.
"Wow you must be blowing up then. How many shoots do you do a week now?" Kelly asked.
"It varies. On a busy week, anywhere from five to six. Slow week, one if any. Keep in mind I tend to book things further out than just a week."
"That's it?"
"Well, yeah. That's a lot. There's a lot of work between shoots. Setting up and planning prior, not to mention the time it takes to edit afterward."
Kelly closed the portfolio and bounced in her seat. "So what's the craziest shoot you ever did?"
I looked back to her. "Craziest? What do you mean?"
"I don't know. Whatever," she smirked.
"Craziest..." I had to think. I could see Mom shift in the seat beside me, gaining interest it would seem. "You know, probably that Lady Gaga one."
"Really? That's it? Nothing spicier or anything like that?" I appeared to have disappointed my sister.
"Spicy? Well," I had to think. "I've done a couple swimsuit ones before."
"So swimsuits are considered spicy then?" Mom asked.
"No, not really, but sometimes... I mean..." I looked back at Kelly. "Wait. What do you mean?"
"You know, like lingerie or... *no* lingerie." She giggled.
"What you mean like boudoir?" I asked.
"Yeah. Ever done it?"
I glanced an eye to our mother who chuckled to herself.
"You know I can't say that I have. Never really crossed my mind to be honest with you."
"Bullshit! You totally thought about it."
"Need I remind you that our mother is in the car."
"She said I could cuss."
"That's not what I was getting at." I fidgeted. "I don't think we should talk about this with her here."
"Don't use me to get out of the questions." Mom seemed to be enjoying my discomfort.
Kelly beamed. "See? Mom wants to know!"
"Jeez, what's with you two? Okay so, yes, maybe I have thought about it. Okay. It's just not high on my to-do list. Happy?"
Kelly's brow furrowed. "Why not? If some chick was willing to pay you to take photos of her in the buff, you're telling me you're not interested?"
I looked at her through the mirror. "You know what; I don't feel too comfortable having this conversation right now. Let's change the subject."
She sank in the seat. "Fine, but don't think that I'm going to forget about this."
"I know you won't," I sighed returning my attention to the road. It was a good thing too, as a sharp turn was just ahead. I applied pressure to the brake, though not nearly enough. As we rounded the turn, it felt like gravity pulled at our sides.
"Easy there, Captain," Mom said as she gripped the armrest tightly.
Suddenly, a loud CLANG burst from the back as my equipment banged together followed by the sound of metal rolling around. Something came loose.
"Shit!" I chastised myself. "Kelly can you check to see what that was?"
Kelly rolled her eyes and unclasped her seatbelt.
"Fine," she said. "But try not to stare at my ass."
"No promises," I joked at first but then the rearview mirror earned its name.
There, in the back seat was the surprisingly perfect ass of my sister, framed by her black yoga pants. The bumps in the road spoke to the firmness as she reached for an unknown object. The fabric stretched tightly across her skin, hugging the curve of her buttocks which left me to wonder why there was no panty line.
As if sensing my eyes, she peered back over her shoulder and spotted me in the mirror. She rolled her eyes, and then wiggled her ass. What a little tease.
"Jason," I heard from my right. "If it's not too much trouble, do you mind keeping your eyes on the road."
"Sorry Mom," I said. "But she's-"
"And Kelly, stop teasing a brother."
Kelly returned to her seat. "Okay Mom," she mumbled. Looking back up to the mirror, she stuck out her tongue.
"Everything okay in the back?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I think it was your tripod that fell over. A knob thing came off and was rolling around," she said while holding up the part. "I'll fix it when we get there."
"How much longer is that?" Mom asked.
"Actually, here we are." I said as we pulled off the highway onto a tiny road leading down to the beach.
The beach was spectacular. Large rocks carved into bulbous and jagged shapes defied the waves that beat against them. The surf was choppy, topped with a mist that a strong breeze blew off the tops of the waves before they crashed. Salt lay heavy in the air, fresh and clean and the temperature was just below what would be considered hot. It looked to be a perfect day.
We unpacked quickly, trying to save as much light as we could. I carried the bulk of the equipment; which was primarily the dressing room kit, two large duffle bags, and both my digital and film SLRs. Kelly carried the clothes and Mom just carried a makeup kit for touchups. Had there been anyone to see us, I'm sure we would have been quite the troop as we marched our way along the sand.
"Oh wow, Jason," Kelly said in awe. "This is so beautiful."
I smiled. "Thanks, Sis." I pointed up the hill back towards the car. "The campsite we used to stay at was up over there." I turned to Mom. "Damn, that must have been, what, twelve years ago?"
"Fifteen," she said without looking up. "I almost forgot about it." Mom seemed to laugh as if lost in a memory as she watched the thundering waves.
"Man, that was like a whole other lifetime ago," Kelly said, trudging along ahead, leaving Mom and me behind.
The wind billowed through the air, forcefully pushing against us. I couldn't help but chuckle hoping they didn't spend too much time working on Mom's hair. I turned to ask her when I noticed she was lost in thought.
"Hey Mom," I began. "Doing alright?"
"Hmm?" she said turning back to me, her hair flittering in the breeze. "Sorry. Just thinking."
I smiled. "No worries. How you feeling?"
She scrunched her nose. "A bit nervous, actually. I hope they turn out good."
"Hey, between her clothes, my skills, and your looks; we're gonna blow it away. Don't even stress."
"I know," she said looking down. "It's just... never mind." She shivered, snapping herself out of her train of thought. "So... any pointers?"
"About what? Modeling?"
"No, I was thinking of investing in a tech company and wanted your advice," she said. I remembered now who I got my sarcasm from.
"Oh, okay. Fuck off then," I joked watching her eyes and smile grow big in shock.
"Watch your mouth, young man!" she said laughing as she smacked me in the arm.
"What? Didn't you just say last night it's okay if we swear?" I said.
"No, I said it's okay for your sister. Never said it was okay for you, Buster," she teased. "Now come on now, be serious for a moment. I've never really done this before so what do you suggest I do?"
I shrugged. "Honestly, nothing too far outside of the norm. We aren't going for posh, or glamour; that's not this style. We are going for fun, sassy, with a little bit of sexy." I said showing an inch between my fingers. "I've actually been thinking about it and I think you've the perfect personality to showcase with this line up so basically, just be yourself."
She raised an eyebrow. "Easy to say. So what, no poses or anything?"
I laughed. "Oh we will be doing poses. Just do what you feel inclined to do. Go with your impulse first. If need be, I'll guide you."
She stared into my eyes and sighed. "Okay Mr. Director. I'm all yours," and she smiled.
Kelly turned around as if sensing a lull in the conversation. "So where are we going to do this?"
"Just up ahead. There's this really nice cove around that bend I think would work well."
As we made the turn, the wind almost died as we came upon an incredibly secluded section to an incredibly secluded beach, framed by a large rocky cliff holding the mountain back from the ocean. Large, shimmering boulders lay in the wake firing off immense pillars of water as the waves crashed.
"Oh my God! This is perfect!" chimed my sister, her eyes sparkling.
I smiled back. "Glad you like it. Let's get set up. We got a lot to do with little daylight left."
It didn't take us that long to get all squared away. We set up the dressing room which was quick and easy, and even went as far as to weigh it down with some loose rocks. The wind had picked up and the last thing we wanted was to go chasing into the ocean to grab some shower curtains. Kelly set up her temporary garment rack right next to the room, making sure that all of the dresses and suits were not wrinkled and were ready to wear.
"Okay Mom, here's your first look," Kelly said as she handed her a red polka dot summer dress. "Figure we'd start with a cute one."
Mom smiled and went into the changing room. As she got ready, I inspected my equipment.
"Damnit. Looks like the tripod's busted after all," I said in as I tossed the unit on the sand.
"Is that going to be a problem?" Kelly asked.
I shook my head. "Not really. Probably really wasn't needed anyway, but I always like to have my options. I can fix it back at the studio." I grabbed my Digital. "Almost ready?"
As if on cue, Mom emerged from the dressing room with a "Ta-da!"
I couldn't help but whistle. The dress was adorable, sleeveless and with the skirt falling just below the knee and an almost too deep V for the neck line. At first glance, it seemed a little conservative, and yet, somehow, it crossed the line into flirty. She almost appeared to be painted on a B52.
"So," she said while walking up. "How do you want me?"
"You just do your thing," I said. "You're at the beach. Go play."
With a tilt of her head, she smiled, winked, and then took off running through the shallows, leaving trails of sand and water flying in her wake.
"Oh shit," I said running after her furiously clicking away while Kelly laughed and prepared the next look.
It was one of the best times I've ever had on a shoot. She was an absolute natural with an uncanny ability to switch from pose to pose with ease. We got action shots and power poses and sultry seduction. She'd lay in the sand or jump in the air. Distant shots of her standing on the cliff's edge, or close-ups of her biting her lip while staring at the camera. We went from one dress to another to another and more still. Blouses, skirts, boy and Bermuda shorts. We were like a machine, power changing and clicking away. It was without a doubt the best time I ever had on that beach.
"Good news Big Brother, first looks are done!" Kelly exclaimed as she walked up to me as I reviewed the pictures on the camera.
"That's awesome!" I said looking up. "We got some really solid ones I think you're gonna love." I examined my watch. "Looks like we have about an hour and a half until sunset. I might need you to hold the reflector for me so we can reflect some light if it gets too dark."
"Sure thing," she said. Something was on her mind.
"She changing?" I asked.
Kelly nodded. "Yes sir. She's trying on the first Swimsuit. And actually, about that..."
I powered the camera off. "What's wrong? It doesn't fit?"
"It fits fine. It's just something we really didn't plan for."
"Then what is it? It's too skimpy for mom?"
"Well, no. I mean yes it's pretty revealing, but she doesn't seem to have an issue with wearing it. It's just... She didn't shave down there." Kelly waved her hand in front of her lady parts.
I blinked. "Come again?"
"Look, she's a little embarrassed about it. I told her you can probably fix it when you edit the photos."
"How bad is it?"
She tapped her foot. "I don't think she's ever done it, to be honest. I mean, it's nicely trimmed, but it's still puffing the fabric and... Do you want to see? It's kinda weird with me describing it."
"You think me studying Mom's crotch is less weird?"
She shrugged and laughed. "I really don't know." She looked at me. "Tell you what; she can probably hear us anyway so let me ask her if she's comfortable with you taking a look." She turned and began walking away.
"Whoa! Wait a second!" I said chasing after her but she was already there.
"Mom it's me. Jason's here and I told him about the situation." Kelly said looking at me.
"Oh great," Mom said through the curtain.
Kelly indicated I should speak.
I looked at my sister and shook my head. "Hey mom, it's Jason." I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Kelly's saying you're concerned about... Look, we're adults, at least you and I are." Kelly scoffed at my remark. I continued, "Do you want me to take a quick look."
She hesitated. "I don't know."
I shrugged, looking at Kelly. "You know, we got a lot of shots today, and I think some really solid ones. Let's call it a wrap and finish the rest next week."
"No-no-no-no-no!" Kelly stammered. "I can't do that, these need to be in by Tuesday."
"Sorry Kiddo," I said to Kelly.
We heard Mom sigh. "Honey, it's fine. I'll just take care of it in here. Do you have any scissors or something?"
"Yeah, I have-" Kelly's eyes went wide. "Shit," she said scurrying to her kit. "God damn it!" She began to rip through her tiny pink bag.
"Kelly, what's wrong?" I asked.
"I'm an idiot, that's what," she said. She stopped and looked up at me. "I fucking left them on the counter."
"Are you sure?" I asked.
Her lips tightened. "Yup," she nodded. "I remember setting them down after final touch ups." She laughed at herself. "I even made a mental note to put them in the bag. Fucking rookie."
Mom's voice carried over to us again. "Look, it's not a big deal. I can just tuck it in or something." I had to shake my head. Never thought the three of us would be having a critical conversation about Mom's pubic hair.
Now, don't ask me how, but for some reason that sparked an idea.
"Oh shit," I said softly. "I think I got something."
Kelly looked up, deflated.
"What?"
"I got a bag in my car."
"You carry scissors with you?"
"No," I said. "But it is an emergency kit, so to speak."
Kelly raised an eyebrow. "Come again?"
"Sorry. That's what my college buddies called it." I shook my head. "I got an overnight bag with a shaving kit. It might be a little closer than what you prefer Mom, but I think it will take care of our little problem."
Kelly's eyes sparkled. "Seriously?"
"Yeah," I turned to the changing room. "Would you be okay with that Mom?"
It was somewhat odd asking your mother if she would have any qualms with an impromptu pussy shave. What an interesting day.
I could hear her sigh, then "I guess we don't really have a choice."
Kelly's smile lit up her face. "Mom, you are the freakin' best!" she chimed. "I'm gonna go grab the kit," she said as she turned.
A sudden flash of realization hit me. I kept more in that bag than a shaving kit.
"Kelly," I started, "Why don't you let me-"
"I got it, Jason," she said. "I should take some stuff up to the car anyway. I'll be back in a jiffy." She grabbed a bundle of clothes and started trotting up to the car.
"Kelly!" I said as I attempted to catch up with her. "That's not the only thing I keep in the bag. It's an *overnight* kit."
She stopped and turned back smirking. "Really now?"
I rolled my eyes. "Let me just-"
"Oh no," she said. "I got it. You stay with Mom and make sure you get the settings ready."
Though I had nothing but time to kill and the settings were locked, I knew I couldn't talk her out of it.
I shook my head as I handed her the keys. "Should be under the passenger seat. Little black bag."
"Nice," she beamed. "Be right back."
In less than five minutes, she was back, running up like she was clearing home plate after a grand slam.
"She still in there?" she asked.
"No Honey," Mom said as she stepped out, wrapped in a towel. "Getting a little claustrophobic."
"No worries, Mom." She held up the kit, a small black bag half the size of a shoebox. "Guess what I got?"
Mom eyed the bag with her hands on her hips. "Fan-tastic," she said rich with sarcasm. "So now the awkward part..." Her fingers drummed against her hips. "... I've never really shaved myself before."
Kelly and I tilted our heads. To be honest, I had no response. It never even occurred to me in this situation to ask her experience level.
"Really?" Kelly asked. "Not even in college?"
Mom shook her head. "I just keep it, you know, trimmed." She waved her hand over her privates. I chuckled knowing now where Kelly gets these gestures.
"Wow, Mom," Kelly said. "You're a little more reserved than I thought. Not even a wax?"
"No, I've done that, but it's not an option right now is it?" she said.
"I guess not," Kelly sighed. "So do you want me to do it?"
My face had to look dumbstruck. What in God's name is going on here?
"Oh no, Kelly. That's quite alright. I just need to know... you know what? Forget I said anything. Gimme the kit." Mom reached out.
"Mom, it's okay. I don't mind. I mean I'd rather do it for you than have you accidentally cut yourself out here."
"Kelly..." Mom started.
My sister tucked the kit under her arm. "Tell you what; let's just go over behind those big rocks there near the water. We will have some nice privacy and Jason will stay way the hell away. You can do most of it, but I will be there to help for the tough spots."
Mom looked to me.
I shrugged and waved them away. "Hey, you girls do your thing. I'm just here to take pictures."
Mom looked down and shook her head.
"Oh fuck it," she said. "Not a word of this gets back to your father, you two." She pointed a stern finger at my sister and I as she walked behind the rocks.
"Scouts honor," I called out watching my sister skip off behind her.
I tried to busy myself checking and double checking cameras and settings. The lenses were ready and clear. The ISO was perfect. Plenty of room left my memory card. It had now become blatantly obvious that all I have now been doing was killing time. Problem is, that's what I needed to do. I needed to kill time, toll away moments, because any time I stop for a second, my mind instantly went to what was happening on the other side of those rocks. And with the way the day had turned out, dark thoughts corrupted my imagination.
My mother, more than likely laying down in the sand, or perhaps sitting on a large rock, her legs spread and bathing suit bottoms removed. Her eyes fixed on my sister between her thighs. Kelly's fingers holding tight the sensitive skin of Moms loins. I imagine her face close enough to smell the woman that she is. A razor gently sliding through the foam on her soft skin in hushed scrapes.
They say nothing. Eyes fixed on the task. Their breaths become deep. Long. Kelly's face is so close. Her mother's vagina a handful of inches away. She can see the glimmer of moistness shine across her lips as they begin to slowly part with each heartbeat. It's as if it is calling to her, welcoming her inside.
Kelly stares transfixed, inching closer and closer. Mom's scent washes over her, growing stronger with each passing moment. Kelly's mouth grows dry as her breath grows hotter, billowing across our mother's most private skin, funneling up to her moist, sensitive vagina and blowing across her shimmering clitoris. Deep and dark waves of pleasure bring goosebumps to their skin.
Slowly, Kelly's tongue snakes out from between her dry lips and pushes forward, begging to taste the salty flesh...
"Hey Jason! Are you asleep?" Kelly called out.
My mind suddenly flashed back to the present. What the hell was that?
"Shit! Sorry," I said shaking my head. "All done?"
Kelly was walking up to me with Mom's towel draped over her arm.
"Yes Sir!" she chimed with a wide grin. Her cheeks and skin were bright red. "That was so wild. I've never studied a vagina that close for so long. Got to say, Moms got a nice little cunt."
If I were drinking anything, I would have choked.
"Jesus, Kelly!" I exclaimed.
"What? She does."
"I'm gonna add that to the list of weird shit I didn't expect to hear today."
Kelly shook off the towel, obviously proud of herself. "I'm just saying, I'm impressed." With a big flick, she let it catch the breeze and gently laid it on the sand. "I don't think it's a big deal but I didn't give her a complete clean-cut. I left a little race track right here because I think that's a little hotter." She traced her finger up and down her pelvis.
"How'd you do that without scissors... you know what? Never mind. I don't want to know."
Kelly chuckled taking great enjoyment out of my discomfort as she laid herself down on the towel.
I slung the camera around my neck. "Where is she now?"
She lifted her hand gesturing to the rocks. "Moisturizing her lady bits." She tilted her head to look. "And... there she is."
I turned to see our Mother walking up in a tight dark red suit. If she had gone for joyful radiance before, she looked mischievously tantalizing now. She looked firm; her skin had a slight tan from the day's actions. Her hair now tied up in a bun with a few loose strands falling free elongating her neck and enhancing her collar. Her breasts pressed tight against her body appearing larger than I recalled. They were held firm in two half cups suspended by a thick strap wrapped up and around her long neck. Her arms brushed against her sides with each step of her long, sultry legs. I could see her hips swing ever so slightly as she tried to maintain her better balance as she walked barefoot through the sand.
I could feel my mouth going dry as I stared.
She walked right up to me, halting with a tiny jump as if coming to attention; her back straight and chest sticking out proudly. She knew she looked good.
"Awaiting orders, Sir," she said with a mini salute of her hand.
I raised an eyebrow and took her in.
"Dear God, you look absolutely stunning!" I said.
I could see her blush ever so slightly.
"What a charmer."
My mind suddenly flashed back to the daydream from only moments before. I had to shake my head, clearing my thoughts.
"So, how you feeling? All set and ready?"
She nodded as she fidgeted with her bikini bottoms. Her hand reached down as she rubbed her crotch in the most nonchalant manner. It didn't stop the knot from forming in my stomach or stop my blood from heating up.
She scrunched her nose. "Sorry, this feels kinda weird. I'm a little tingly."
I tried to clear my throat. "Rest assured the feeling is mutual. Shall we?"
"Put me where you want me," she said with a shrug of her shoulders.
I nodded, attempting to chase away taboo thoughts.
"Kelly, I'm gonna need your help." I said. "You see that silver thing over there," I pointed to my duffle bag. "I need you to grab it for me. You're gonna be my Bounce for these photos."
She got up, dusting the sand from her arms. "Okay.... What does that mean?" she asked as she picked up the object, a folded up disc.
"You'll see. Hold one side and give it a firm shake." I said and watched as she did exactly that.
Instantly the tension released and it unfolded creating a large, flat disc one yard in diameter. One side was a soft white fabric, the other a highly reflective crumbled aluminum.
I continued. "Your job will be to use the sun to bounce light back into our models face. Kinda like a soft spot light."
Kelly flipped the disc around in her hands with a smile. "This is pretty cool."
I chuckled. "Glad you like."
I surveyed the area. "Alright, so..." looking around. "Mom, let's start with you in standing in the surf. Kelly, I'll need you behind me, crouching low over here. Sound good?"
They both nodded and assumed their positions. Mom, shifting her weight between one foot and the other as waves washed up behind her. Kelly, squatting down, the reflector in front of her illuminating our mother. The sun was my last fear, as it had just begun to set.
"Okay, we are going to have to do these real fast with quick changes. We have about an hour light left." I said.
They both nodded.
"Alright, Mom, look right here. Remember how we made the last looks more fun and flirty? Well these need to be more flirty than fun. You good with that?"
She smirked, placed one hand on the small of her arched back, pushed her ass and chest out as she leaned forward.
"Like that?" she asked.
I could hear Kelly giggling behind me. "Our Mom's the best."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Perfect," I said and started snapping away.
The hour blew by in a heartbeat, though I had begged for each second to remain longer. I couldn't determine what was more enthralling; watching our mother through my view finder, or catching her between shots with my own eyes. She was like a different person, as if something she had caged up had been released.
She began to sway in place, rocking her hips to songs that only she could hear. Her eyes fixed to the lens, beckoning for the viewer to come closer. Her lips would purse, or part to allow a deep breath, or even feel the momentary caress of her tongue if she felt inclined. She toyed with the camera, toyed with me, even Kelly who never said a word except during changes which were not that frequent. But, true to their promises, were quick and expedited. Perhaps due to the sparsity of covering, but it felt like only a second would pass from when she went in to when she came out wearing another suit always slightly more suggestive then the previous.
She had been wearing the last suit, a light blue string bikini when we moved to the boulders. She leaned against a rock, looking at us over her shoulder. The fabric framed her ass perfectly. Tight, and curvaceous. A string from the tie hung low and brushed against the shelf of her buttocks as it blew in the breeze. I couldn't help but grow jealous.
*CLICK*
"Beautiful," I said rotating to portrait.
*CLICK*
"Lift your chin up a little."
*CLICK*
"Nice. Hold it."
*CLICK*
"Now shift your weight and lower your right arm a little."
*CLICK*
"Good. Now a little more."
*CLICK*
"There you go. Perfect"
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
"Perfect," I whispered.
*CLICK*
She was certainly a sight to behold. Tempting. Alluring. Captivating and so much more, yet at the same time, in the back of my head, I kept having to remind myself that this was our mother. The woman who birthed us, raised us, and supported us all our lives. I had to keep reminding myself over and over because it was in those moments when I stopped, that my mind began to wonder what her skin tasted like. How it would feel to run my fingers through her hair. To nibble on her neck or feel the weight of her ass cheek in my palm.
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
Kelly's voice suddenly broke the sounds of the shutter.
"Mom, can we try something?" she asked.
*CLICK*
"What is it baby?"
*CLICK*
Kelly shifted her weight, keeping the remaining light from the setting sun upon our mother.
"While you face that rock, could you maybe reach back and untie the top?"
Shit Kelly, you are not helping my situation.
*CLICK*
She continued, "Don't worry, we won't see anything."
*CLICK*
I couldn't believe my sister would ask that, but I was even more shocked to see Mom's fingers slowly sneak back and latch on to a strand, and then gently, slowly, pull it free. With a soft snap, the knot came undone leaving Mom's bare back exposed.
"How's that?" she asked her daughter while looking at me.
"That's hot, Mom. Very sexy," Kelly said.
I couldn't help but take in her form. Though she was not completely topless, save only a strand wrapped around her neck, her open back was incredibly sexy. I feared I was losing a battle within myself. I almost forgot to continue.
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
I heard Kelly's voice again. "Now take a step back, Mom."
She did.
"Now one more."
She did again.
*CLICK*
"Now lean forward, keeping your legs straight."
Our mother reached her hands out and slowly walked her palms down the boulder, pushing her ass out to us. The fabric tightened around her waist pressing deep into her crotch. It clung so tight, so snug against her that I could just begin to make out the shape of her woman hood. The edges of the fabric shimmered, more so on the moisturized skin deep within her inner thigh. The logical part of me blamed the mist of the waves that hammered the rocks, or even the lotion she had applied earlier. But then again, I couldn't help but wonder if this glimmering skin, this moisture was dripping from excited lips beneath the bottoms.
A soft breeze brought something new to my attention. Her top swung low leaving her chest hidden in the shadows. Her breasts were hanging free, the undersides softly illuminated by Kelly's light. My eyes strained, searching deep in the dark for the rest of her. Perhaps it was that desire, that carnal and taboo lust that convinced me, but for the briefest of moments, that I saw her nipples, hard and dark and prickled with the same goosebumps that rippled across her skin.
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
*CLICK*
Slowly, to the beat of the crashing waves, she stood back up, her top falling into place covering her chest. She rotated, facing us and retreated to the rock, arching her back against the surface.
Her hips rocked back and forth as her hands rubbed against her skin.
"How am I doing, Jason?" she asked.
*CLICK*
My blood pumped as I watched her hips sway.
"Perfect."
*CLICK*
Her hand snaked up across her stomach, fingers trailing across her skin.
*CLICK*
"Raise your hands higher," I said.
Slowly they rose.
*CLICK*
"Cup your breasts," I said.
Her hands went over the top.
"No," I said. "Go under."
*CLICK*
Her eyes fixed on mine as if seeing me through the lens. Slowly she snaked her hands beneath the top, caressing each tit with her hands. She squeezed, and began breathing harder.
*CLICK*
She raised an eyebrow. "Still think I'm reserved?"
*CLICK*
"Fuck no," I breathed, perhaps a bit too loud.
*CLICK*
Her breath caught short, as if she had tweaked her own nipples. I paused and looked at her over the camera. She winked at me.
"Anything else?"
*CLICK*
My mind went a mile a minute as I began to feel my stomach tighten again.
"Bring your hands to your hips," I said, and she did.
*CLICK*
"Hook your thumbs into the straps on each hip."
She slipped her right thumb into the waistband.
*CLICK*
"Both hands."
She hooked the left side.
*CLICK*
"Good. Now pull them out just tad."
She did, lifting the waistband away from the skin.
*CLICK*
"Perfect. You're such a natural, Mom," I said.
"Same to you," she replied.
*CLICK*
"Now, without going too far, pull them down just half an inch. Make it look like you were taking them off." I said as I squatted down.
Mom hesitated for a moment, and then peeled back the waist just one tantalizing inch, revealing an extra strip of skin I had never seen before. The band had resealed just below her hip, showcasing the slope of her pelvis before it disappeared under the covering.
"How's that?" she breathed.
*CLICK*
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."
*CLICK*
"Now," I smiled, "Go ahead and pull them off," I joked.
Mom stopped, looked at me a moment. Then, before I could apologize, her hands moved lower, taking the bathing suit with it.
Kelly's breath caught in her throat as we both stood transfixed, watching our gorgeous mother slipping her panties off. I began snapping away, photo after photo; I didn't want to miss a fraction of a second. It was intoxicating, watching the fabric peel off her skin, rolling backwards like peeled fruit, which in many ways it was.
Lower and lower she went until suddenly a thin line of hair appeared; Kelly's masterpiece. It was almost like a beacon lining up my vision and letting me know what was to come, and based on the sudden throbbing in my shorts, my cock was begging to know as well. And there it was, the final moment where I knew in one second's time, I would be seeing the loins from whence I came, and the most anticipated region I had ever wished to see. Just one second more.
It was then that she stopped, and in one fluid motion, pulled the suit back up in place.
"There you go," she said with a wicked smile. "All done."
I sat there dumbfounded. This must be the visual equivalent to blue balls.
"You're such a tease, Mom," Kelly laughed behind me. I had honestly forgotten she was there.
Mom walked toward us, retying her suit behind her back. She was so very proud of herself. She stood over me with the biggest shit eating grin, leaned down and kissed my head.
"That was so much fun," she said. "Thanks for talking me into this." She rubbed my head, the same way she would when I was five.
I chuckled to myself, shaking my head as I stood. "Hey, it's what I do."
"And you do it well." She stood up straight, hand on hips. "Now, who's hungry?"
**Chapter 3.0**
Over an hour later we found ourselves at a crowded bar... or perhaps it was more of a pub? Regardless, it was much closer to home. The walls were paneled in what appeared to be a deep cherry wood dimly lit by small rectangular wall sconces. There were no booths, only tables of thick oak, where not a one had gone unscathed by carved vandalism.
We sat at one of these tables along the wall, each with hamburger, a full pint and a single pitcher of ale in the middle.
I raised my glass. "Here's to your first shoot as a designer, and yours as a model!" I cheered over the ever constant murmur of the crowd.
They both smiled wide, holding up their glasses as we clinked them together and took a deep swig.
"Wow!" Mom exclaimed, "That's strong! What is it?" She indicated to the beer.
"It's an IPA, Mom," Kelly stated wiping her lips of suds. "It's a strong beer so go easy."
Mom seemed to scoff. "Oh please, I've been drinking since before you were born."
"Okay... Just warning you," Kelly backed down.
We turned our eyes back to the bar. Though it was Friday, it seemed pretty active for this early in the evening. The other two must have been having the same thought.
"It seems a bit packed for a dive bar to you?" Kelly asked.
Mom looked around, holding with two hands a monster sized hamburger. "I'm not sure. Never been here before," she said before taking a monster sized bite.
I was about to say the same when I spotted a slightly overweight bearded man in a plaid shirt grab a microphone. He held in his other hand a well used notebook, corners bent and darkened.
"Ladies and Gentlemen it is that time of the week!" The announcer's voice reverberated throughout the pub to scattered hoots, hollers and applauds.
"Oh shit, is it karaoke?" Kelly groaned.
I shook my head. "I don't think so..."
Mom and Kelly looked at me quizzically.
"Trivia Night." I said as I pulled out a pen and pad of paper from our condiment stand.
"It's Friday night Trivia!" our bearded friend confirmed. He sounded like he was announcing a boxing match. "Make sure each team has a pen and paper. Four members per team. No cell phones, tablets, laptops, or any item that takes batteries. Twenty questions in all. Tie breaker goes to the best team name by applause."
"We doing this?" Kelly asked as I flipped to a blank page.
"Sure," I said. "Why not? It'll be fun. You down, Mom?"
"Mm-hmmm" she said while finishing off her meaty sandwich.
"Jesus, Mom!" Kelly exclaimed in disbelief. "You destroyed that thing."
"Momma was hungry," she said licking the sauce off her fingers.
"You don't say..." I mumbled in slight disbelief.
"Question number one," he bellowed. "What famous..."
I'd like to say we decimated the competition, but to be honest with you, I have yet to go to a trivia night at any bar and say "Wow, that was easy." Luckily, between the three of us, we at least played to our strengths. We felt pretty solid on thirteen out of twenty, and were shooting for the moon on the rest.
"So we feel good on this?" I asked handing the sheet to Kelly for her review. She glanced over the answers.
"As good as we'll ever be. Mom?" She handed it to her.
She just smiled and held up her hand signaling 'okay'.
"Okay then... Shit! We need a team name!" I exclaimed.
"Just put 'Team Awesome' or something," said Kelly.
"Wow, seriously?" I looked at her. "I'm trying not to be an asshole and all here but that is probably the lamest team name I've ever heard."
"What's it supposed to be then?" she asked.
"Anything. Best ones are witty in some way. It's a bar, play to the audience."
"Something dirty then," Mom chimed in.
Kelly and I shared another look.
"Well this can get awkward real fast," I said.
"Quit being so uptight," Mom said with a slap. "How about.... Friday Night Threesome."
We shrugged. "It's okay. Miles closer than 'Team Awesome'," I joked. Kelly retaliated by throwing a french fry at me.
I tapped the pencil against the table. "Hmmm... Periodic Table Dancers?"
They chuckled and shook their heads.
"Ass is the New Vag?" Kelly threw in. Mom raised an eyebrow.
"I like it, but..." I said to which both Mom and Kelly laughed.
"Cunning Linguists?" Mom threw out.
I laughed out loud.
"I missed something here," Kelly said.
"It sounds like cunnilingus," I informed my sister. Her furrowed brow remained.
Mom sighed. "When a guy eats you out, honey."
"Mom!" Kelly said, cheeks blushing.
Mom just shrugged. "You're the one who likes the ass."
Our announcer was rounding the tables collecting the answers. He was one away from ours.
"He's almost here, just give me something."
Kelly shrugged. "I don't know, 'Fuck Condoms'. Just put that."
"I am learning so much today about you two," Mom joked.
"Here he comes," I said as he approached.
"Fuck it. Just do the ass," Mom said.
"I really wish I heard the beginning of this conversation," the announcer stated as he approached our table. I wrote down our team name and handed him the pad. He read it over, chuckled and couldn't help but eye my two companions. He walked away with an approving nod to me.
"What'd you put down?" Kelly asked.
"I went with yours. 'Ass is the New Vag'."
Mom seamed to sulk as she poured another glass. "I really liked Cunning Linguist."
"I feel like we are learning so much about you two," I said. Seriously, oddest day of my life.
"Mom," Kelly said, "Your phone."
Mom's arm was illuminated by a soft glow coming from the screen of her smartphone.
"Oh shit. It's a voicemail. I didn't even hear it ring." She grabbed her device and left the table.
Kelly and I were left alone.
"Well Sis. It's been a long day. I hope it turned out the way you wanted."
She shrugged, holding her beer with two hands. "We shall see. It was a lot of fun though." She smiled. "How long until the photos are ready?"
"I was hoping to do some tomorrow and the next day if need be. I don't really have anything else on my plate that's as time sensitive." I poured myself another pint. "Actually, with the way the night's going, I might as well stay at the house. I left my computer there so I can stick around." I leaned back in my chair.
"That would be awesome!" Her eyes shimmered brightly. "Thanks again," she said, "I mean it; you are a life savor. I would be so screwed without you. And, it was soooo much fun." She raised her glass. "Here's to a wonderful day."
"My pleasure," I said as I clinked my glass to hers.
Her fingers drew shapes in the condensation of the glass.
"Jason, can I ask you a question?"
I nodded.
"You're not dating anyone, are you?" she asked, though it felt like more of a statement.
I took a deep breath. "Not really. I tend to stay really busy. Especially as of late." Unfortunately, it was true. "Why do you ask?"
She shrugged. "I don't know. Curiosity, I guess... I found your condoms in your overnight bag. Did you know they have an expiration date?"
"I did, but I don't think-"
"They expired last November."
I raised an eyebrow. "No shit?" Well that's embarrassing.
She nodded, smirking. "So I take that to mean Big Brother hasn't been getting any?"
I rolled my eyes, sighing, "Nope."
"Not even from the models?"
"Mm-mm," I replied. "I mean don't get me wrong, I've tried, but I don't know what it is. Kinda in a slump but at least my work keeps me distracted."
Kelly nodded. "I hear ya there."
"Really?"
"Yup," she said. "Been focusing on school so much that I haven't had the chance to go out and meet some boys." She chuckled, "It's funny, because sometimes I'll watch a movie or read a story or stumble upon something dirty online and I'm like BAM, instantly horny. So I'll either go downstairs and work, or work on my downstairs," she said with a wink. "Some of the stuff mom wore today was created in a fiery urge to fuck."
If I had been drinking something, I would have spit it out right then and there... for the second time today. Kelly didn't seem fazed.
"I'm surprised Dad hasn't wondered why we go through so many batteries these days." Her eyes focused on nothing as she picked up her dill pickle and took a crisp bite. "So Big Bro, how long has it been?" she said, turning her attention to me.
I tilted my head. "Since my last..."
"Bonin'," she smiled.
I took a deep breath, eyes looking to the ceiling as I traced back my memory. "Probably over a year." I brought my gaze back to her. "You?"
"Close to the same, give or take a week. I stopped counting after six months."
I laughed. "What a sad bunch we both are."
"I know, right?" she responded. "I guess it's good that you don't shoot nudes or you'd probably have a heart attack. Been a while since you saw a vah-jay-jay," she teased.
Then her eyes narrowed as she scrunched her nose and smiled.
"It's too bad."
"What?"
A mischievous sparkle twinkled in her eye. "It's too bad you didn't get to see my handy work with Mom. Would have fixed that problem right away."
I set my glass down. "Man, Kelly, what is your obsession with getting me to see Mom's... business?"
"I'm not obsessed!" she said. "I've barely even brought it up."
"The fact that you've brought it up is bizarre enough on its own." I laughed. "And, you've brought it up *twice* now." I said raising two fingers.
"Have I?" She leaned back in her chair. "You're probably right. I don't know why it's on my mind still," she said with a shrug. "It was just so cool. I've never studied another vagina besides my own before. I mean it was different, but also very similar to my own." Her hand unconsciously traveled to her crotch, giving it a light squeeze. "Oh my gosh it sounds so dirty!" she giggled, "I'm so bad."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sounds to me like you are thinking of pitching for the other team."
"Fuck no, I love the cock," she blurted out, and I rolled my eyes. "But, can you keep a secret?"
I looked in her eyes; a fire seemed to be slowly burning. I nodded.
She took a final swig of her drink. "I touched her pussy."
"What?" I asked, leaning in.
She did the same. "I did! I touched her pussy when I was shaving her. It was so wild. I never thought I'd be in that position, but there I was, kneeling between Mom's spread legs with my face inches from her cunt." She put emphasis on the final word, as if enjoying the feel of it as it came of her mouth.
My heart began pounding as visions of my day dream came sweeping back.
She continued. "She didn't seem to be too concerned about how close I was, or maybe she was, I don't know. She just joked about how maybe she should get me some glasses. I laughed, but to be honest with you, I was captivated by the moment and it felt kinda like instinct or something that brought me so close."
"Oh Jason, I could smell her," Kelly said in a deep voice, her hands gripping the edges of the table. "It had that deep and heavy and sweet scent all at once. Kinda like sweat and honey, it's tough to explain. I don't know why, I felt my mouth water."
This was getting deep. I could feel my neck pulse, with each beat of my heart as I leaned against the table with crossed arms.
"And you touched her?" I asked.
Kelly blinked slowly and nodded. "It wasn't really intentional. I mean I didn't mean to but it was the final pass, and I was swiping the blade over the hump of her mound. I was using my other hand to hold her tight so that it was as close a shave as possible. When I let go, my hand slipped down, right between her thighs and my fingertips slipped across her lips."
Kelly's chest was heaving.
"Mom's breath caught in her mouth, as did mine. Her lips had parted for me; my middle finger had actually been inside her! It was only for a second, maybe even half of that, but it was enough time for both of us to know."
My mouth felt dry. "So what did you do?" I asked.
She laughed. "Nothing. We both started mumbling, she said 'Thank you', I think, and I let her finish up the rest. I mean, part of me wasn't really sure that it really happened. It wasn't until I was walking away that I notices a tiny little strand of liquid clinging to my middle finger."
She was looking at me now. Waiting for me to ask the next question.
"So, did you... what did you do?"
She smiled, eyes fixed on my own. "Are you asking if I licked it?"
I nodded.
She shook her head. "Mm-mm." she said, and then her eyes sparkled with a mischievous twinkle. "It was pussy juice," she said in a whisper. "I put it in my pussy."
I stared at her, speechless, dumbfounded.
Kelly started laughing.
I shook my head. "You little..."
"God you are so easy sometimes," she chuckled. I couldn't recall the last time I had seen her so pleased with herself. She managed to compose herself. "That was fun," she said, then shivered and started fanning herself with her hand. "Kinda got myself worked up there too. I mean look!" she said raising her arm, showing me the tiny bumps that prickled their way up and down her arm. She made no mention of the two little bumps now protruding from her breasts.
"You kids behaving yourselves?" Mom asked, startling the both of us as she took a seat.
"Welcome back, Mom." Kelly said as she munched on her fries. She began wiggling in her seat. "We were just talking about y-"
"Everything okay?" I interrupted.
Mom looked up to me and put on her smile. "Yeah. It was just your father."
"You were gone a while."
"I know. We were trying to work something out." It was tough to tell in the low light, but her cheeks appeared a little flushed. "His meeting went well and they are out celebrating."
"Well that's great, right?" I said.
"Mm-hmm," she nodded and finished off her beer. She seemed somewhat distracted. Then, suddenly, she sat up straight. "So have they announced the results?"
I blinked.
"Not yet," Kelly replied looking around the room. "I don't see the guy anymore. Maybe there's a couple more tables somewhere."
"Goodie," Mom said as she poured the last of the pitcher in the glass. "So what were you kids talking about while I was gone?"
"Not much," I said with a shrug.
"Yeah," Kelly said. "Oh, except I was just telling Jason about how I helped sh-"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, the results are in," the announcers' voice bellowed across the tiny pub.
He read off the answers, and we followed along to the best of our ability. Our responses were pretty much what we expected, though we were pleased with a two impulse answers that much to our surprise turned out correct. In the end, we were sitting pretty with fourteen correct.
"And now, the winners!" he called out.
One by one he listed the teams and announced their scores. I was a little surprised to hear the points start off so low. The teams were pretty amazing and ranged in creativity. There was 'The Trivia Trollops', 'Kings of Kegels', 'Win or Lose, We Still Booze', and many more, some being rowdier than others. Yet as he announced, we were getting more and more excited because our team name had yet to be called. And then he said it.
"And with fourteen points, we have a three-way tie for second place!" he called, leading to murmurs in the crowd. "When I call your team name, please stand up."
Mom, Kelly and I all shared a look. It may have to be read to others like 'Oh shit.'
"First up; My Couch Pulls out, but I don't!" He called, leading a group of four large frat boys to stand up and cheer. I kinda liked their name.
"Next; Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver!" the crowd burst out laughing as a mixed group of four stood, clapping and throwing each other high fives.
"Finally; Ass is the New Vag!" he said as the room erupted in laughter and cheers.
We looked at each other with wide, shocked grins and slowly stood. I could feel the eyes of the crowd turn to face us. What a sight it must have been to see me beside my sister and mother, though I had a sneaking suspicion, no one knew our relations. As a matter of fact, we should be proud! I mean why not for there I stood, a young man with two incredibly gorgeous women who, according to our team name, like to keep it adventurous.
We looked at each other, cheeks flushed and border-lining embarrassed when it seemed that all at once, we shared the same thought. 'You know what... Fuck it!'. We turned around, facing our audience and stood there, filled with pride and righteousness. It was our decision, and we're gonna own it. Kelly had her fist in the air, nodding sternly as if to say, 'Fuck yeah! Ass IS the new vag, bitches!' Even our mother got behind it yelling out 'Damn right!' It was a sight to see.
"Alright everyone, by a show of applause, who takes home second?" Our announcer spoke. "Let's hear it for 'My Couch Pulls out but I don't!'"
The crowd cheered, jeered and yelled. We too applauded, though softly.
"How about 'Save a Tree, Eat a Beaver!'"
The sound of clapping grew the cheers intensifying.
Our announcer chuckled, turning his hand to us.
"And last, 'Ass is the New Vag!'" he said, but was cut off abruptly by the roar crowd. A dozen or so were on their feet, including the party of Frat Boys who cheered louder than the rest.
"There you have it! The tie and second place go to 'Ass is the New Vag!'" He cheered causing us to laugh and high five each other.
Our emotions were high, adrenaline kicked in.
"That was fucking awesome!" Kelly shouted leaning across the table as the crowd still applauded. Mom and I were nothing but smiles.
"And finally, in first place; 'What's Trivia Night?'" He called out turning his hand to a seated group of wide-eyed elderly individuals, mouths agape and staring at the bar in disgust, shock, and disbelief.
The announcer brought over a fresh pitcher of beer, the rewards for second place, then walked away laughing, though not before giving me a knowing slap on the back. We were only able to finish half of it, before we decided to call it quits for the night. We paid our tab, filed into the car with Kelly getting behind the wheel. Mom and I fell into the back, me on the far right and her in the middle. She brought her feet up to rest on the seat as she leaned into me, closing her eyes and thanking me for a wonderful day
I leaned against the door and wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. I could feel Kelly's eyes from the rear view mirror staring back at us for a moment before I caught her gaze. She smiled, winked, and pulled out of the parking lot.
As we drove down the road, my eyes couldn't help but travel down our mother's body. Her dress had ridden up her thighs, and though I had seen more of her only a few hours ago, I found my vision fixed to the pale orange beams from the street lights as they traveled up her exposed flesh. I closed my eyes, feeling her weight as she snuggled closer, the scent of sea salt lightly drifting from her hair. This day was over, our first photo shoot done. And though my thoughts turned to hungered anticipation for my day of editing, I would later find out my scheming sister had already been planning our next shoot.
**Chapter 4.0**
I awoke to a quiet house with a pounding headache and the feeling like all the water that was in my body had been sucked out in the middle of the night. My tongue felt thick, my skin dry, and my thoughts felt like they had to wade through a dense fog to become actions. Somehow, I was at least able to sit up and put my feet on the floor.
I was in my room, well what used to be my room at least. It had been converted to a guest room or sorts. All the furniture had remained the same; the bed, dresser, shelves, all those had been mine all through high school. Everything else in the room that had given it personality was gone. No posters or photos; all had been replaced with generic books and oddities you might find at a Home & Garden store. Though it looked different now, it still had the same feel I remembered. Perhaps that's why I was able to navigate it so well in my drunken stupor last night. But, who knows?
My eyes continued around the room, settling on my nightstand. A full glass of water sat beside my charging phone. Well, that settles it; I at least had help. I was in no state to plan ahead with any sort of morning hydration, let alone charge my phone. I grabbed the glass and downed the contents.
It was absolute bliss. Hands down, the best water in the world. So refreshing and thick and blessed by every god that was ever conceived. It tasted pure, fresh, and heavenly, like liquid ambrosia. I felt like a sponge made wet, finally become useful as my senses slowly started to return.
Though I may have had help up into the room, I definitely did not have help changing. I sat there still in my jeans, shoes beside the bed. My shirt for the most part was off; only one sleeve still remained on. So, for a brief moment I felt like an idiot. How drunk was I that I couldn't successfully remove my own shirt? I put it back on and meandered straight to the restroom.
It was only 8am but I was already wide awake and there was no going back. Kelly and Mom were still out like a light, my sister proving this by slow heavy breathing accompanied by the occasional snore as I passed her cracked door, silent and barefoot. Mom's door on the other hand, was wide open.
She had been just a tad more successful in prepping for bed for she had been laying face down on the covers, resting on her arms in nothing but her panties. For the second time in two days, her naked back was presented to me, but this time, it felt different, more intimate. Her head was turned away from me, and perhaps that was why I lingered in her doorway allowing my eyes to travel up and down her body without fear of reprimand.
Her legs were so smooth, now with a slight tan thanks to our time in the sun. Toned, and shapely. My pulse quickened as I gazed higher up, falling into the tiny shadows of her inner thighs. Her panties were black briefs that seemed to be pulled up a little tighter than they should be. They framed her cheeks perfectly, showcasing the perfect round globes of her buttocks. The curve of each cheek running out and around; forcing the eye to travel inwards to her loins.
Her breath suddenly caught in her throat, shaking me from my lecherous stare. She stirred, mumbled something inaudible to herself and readjusted her arms. A moment later, her heavy, even breathing continued once more as she drifted back into a deep sleep.
I backed away from the doorway, my senses suddenly on high alert. What the hell was wrong with me? I was just checking out my mother... again! I shook my head, and immediately regretted doing so as the hallway spun. Bracing myself on a wall, I slowly made my way downstairs, being ever so thankful for the coffee I knew awaited me.
Within ten minutes, I was pouring a cup when I heard the sounds of footsteps coming downstairs.
"Hey, look who's up," chimed the voice of my sister behind me. "I would love a cup, thank you."
I turned my head and smiled. "Good morning to you too," I said, seeing her there in a pink tank top and polkadot pajama pants that hung low, hugging her hips. Her hair was as disheveled as my own. I grabbed a second mug from the drying rack. Filling it up, I handed the steaming liquid to my sister.
She grabbed the mug with two hands smiling through heavy eyelids. She pursed her lips and blew across the surface. "Thanks," she said and took a loud sip. "Oh my God that's amazing... How'd you sleep?"
I took a seat at the counter of the island in our kitchen. "I was out like a light. I don't even remember getting in the room."
She laughed and sat down opposite me. "I'm not surprised; you were a pain in the ass to get up there anyway."
"So it was you."
She nodded. "Yep. Both you and mom passed out in the backseat, all snuggled up like prom dates."
I raised an eyebrow. "Prom dates, huh? Is that a thing?"
"It is now."
"Well thanks for the help," I said as I stretched my back. I could hear vertebrae crack. "You help Mom too?"
"Yes sir. She was easier but was much further gone than you." She stretched her arms up, arching her back as well. Her breasts pressed hard against the tank top, threatening to rip their way out.
I diverted my gaze back to my mug. "You might want to close the door next time when you leave," I said.
"Awe now, why would I do that?" she said, settling back down. "I wanted to make sure you had something nice to see when you woke up."
I looked up to find her smirking. "First off, gross," I said. "Second, there's nothing to see that I didn't see yesterday."
Kelly squinted. "She didn't go completely topless at the beach."
"Well she was facedown when I walked by." I said with one final sip of coffee.
She smiled broadly. "Ah ha! So you did look!"
"I never said I didn't look, I'm just saying you should close the door!" I said as I rose from the counter. "What's with you trying to get me to see mom naked anyway? It's kind of weird."
Kelly looked at her coffee, lost in the steam that curled from the dark roast. She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, I myself love to look. You got to be honest, in the last couple days she's looked fucking hot. Like, not just model hot, but naturally. It's probably always been there, but maybe I'm just noticing it now. I don't know what it is but maybe seeing her open up is kind of making me open up too." She took a deep breath, eyes now focusing on me. "I mean remember? Right there at the end of the shoot, I mean holy shit it was crazy. She almost took off her panties in front of us both! It was so crazy! Not to mention getting to actually shave her down there." She shook her head, her voice growing husky. "I never knew mom could be such a tease."
I nodded, noting her nipples hardening. "Yeah, that caught me a little off guard too."
She took a sip of her coffee, returning to the present. "And so," she continued, "After last night, and *seeing* moms amazing tits up close, I kinda had another wild idea. I figured the least I could do was give you a chance to see them too. Kinda like a 'Thank you' of sorts." She smiled up at me.
I tilted my head. "So as a way to say thank you for yesterday, you were going to have me see somebody else's tits?" I immediately knew the folly of my question the moment I asked.
She squinted, leaning back in her stool. "Are you saying you want me to show you my tits?" she asked. Shit.
"No-no-no-no-no! That's... That's not what I mean." I stammered.
Her smile widened. "Are you sure, cause it just sounds like you wanted to see my tits."
"No Kelly, Seriously, I don't want to see your breasts."
"Don't call them breasts, call them tits. It sounds dirtier."
"Fuck no; I'm not calling them anything. Just keep those..." I said pointing "...to yourself." I turned, rinsing my mug in the sink, trying to find a distraction to get out of this conversation. "Jesus, this whole weekend's been so fucking weird."
Creeping up behind me, Kelly continued. "Well, I guess if you want to see them, then yes, I should show them to you."
Oh shit. I put the cup in the dishwasher and turned to my sister. "Kelly, no means no. I don't want to see your tits. I don't want to see Mom's tits. You're my sister and she's our mother. And this... this is way outside of the norm."
Her eyes shined with mischief. "Who gives a fuck about the norm? This is more fun." Her wicked grin faded to soft pouting lips with soft eyes. "You know what that Big Brother? This top feels a little loose. These straps for some reason just keep falling down." Her hands played at the thin straps.
I pointed my finger at her.
"Nope! Kelly, stop that!"
She blinked her big, puppy dog eyes at me. "Stop what?" she asked letting one strap fall off her shoulder. "Oh there, you see? They're doing it again."
"Kelly..."
She continued. "I guess it's kind of good that it is it's getting really warm in here. Do you feel a little warm?" She let the second strand fall, leaving her shoulders bare. The fabric clung to her top as she gripped the seat of the stool between her legs, pushing her breasts together.
"You know what, Kelly, I'm gonna' go to the other room." I said gesturing, "You do whatever you want with your breasts, tits, melons, whatever... I don't give a shit. I'll just be in there and you stay here."
Her smile returned as she leaned back and grabbed her chest. "Really? You think they're like melons?" She hoisted them up, one in each hand.
I rolled my eyes. "Fuck it. Have fun!"
She winked, "I will." But before I could leave, her eyes quickly flew to my crotch, suddenly growing wide. "Oh why hey there little guy!" she said, "Are you trying to come out to play? I have a couple friends you may enjoy." She jiggled her breasts.
I looked down, instantly shocked and embarrassed to find my jeans tenting out in front of me. Though my mind had been in discomfort, my cock was crying for joy at the prospect my sister was offering. Few things are worse than your body betraying you to your family.
"God damnit Kelly!" I exclaimed as I left the kitchen, face flushed red and dignity long gone. "I don't have time for this. I got your project to work on."
"Oh shit!" she said quickly changing demeanor as she chased after me, fixing her straps as she ran. "Please let me help!"
"No, you got your boobs to worry about." I said as I picked up my computer bag and camera. My cock still cried out to me, begging to bury itself between what I'm sure were her spectacular tits.
"I'm sorry Jason, I was just teasing. I really want to see them!"
I turned to her, seeing honesty in her pleading eyes. "Alright," I said, and then pointed at her chest, "but those say inside."
"No promises," she said. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding!"
Shaking my head, I set the laptop up on the dining table. It took a few minutes to plug everything in and boot up the machine, and longer still for all of the photos to transfer over. Finally, we were ready to go. The photos were imported and the application was live.
We scooted our chairs in tight working side-by-side, the lights in the room dimmed so as not to cast a glare on our screen.
"Here we go," I said more to myself. "Okay, there are... just over 2,500 photos in total so this may take some time."
Kelly whistled. "Wow, that many?"
I nodded, my focus locked on the screen. "Yup. You had a lot of looks." I scrolled up to the first. "What I normally do is quickly scan through the images and flag those that look promising. That way we can thin out what we want to work with. Sound good?" I looked at her. The side of her face was illuminated with a soft pale glow, enhancing her soft pale skin. She looked to me, biting her lower lip with excitement and nodded.
"All-righty then... here we go."
We scoured through the photos, reading one after the other with the most incredible scrutiny. Kelly blew me away, tackling the project with intense professionalism. She was proud of her work, and it showed. We worked like a team devouring each and every one. Approving one out of every ten. It wasn't that the other nine were horrible, even though some of them mom would find infinitely embarrassing, it's just that the other ones were nowhere near as good as those that we kept, the ones that looked like they had fallen right off a magazine page. And though the clothing was the event, the main attraction was without a doubt, our model.
She looked so natural, so playful, provocative and alluring. Never would I have guessed this was her first go around. She looked like a puppet freed from strings, opening up in ways I hadn't seen since childhood, if ever at all.
We landed on a picture of her standing in the surf sporting a yellow sun dress with the skirt cut just below mid thigh. It was flapper inspired with a low cut in the back, but that was hidden from camera. A breeze had kicked up and she had bent to stop the dress from blowing up. Eyes sparkling like the water behind her, with a large smile as she laughed.
"She wears those clothes well." I thought, and then suddenly realized I had said it out loud.
"Yes she does," Kelly almost whispered. Her mind seemed to be taking her elsewhere, just like my own. "To be honest with you, most of those are made with her in mind."
"I can tell." I flagged it and moved on. "Alright, first batch done. Now, onto the swimsuits."
"About damn time," Kelly said. I couldn't help but look at her. "...What?" she asked.
Shaking my head, I clicked the next photo.
For the most part, the emotions these shots elicited remained the same as those previous. However, there was a slight and subtle shift in the atmosphere. Her smiles were still there, yet it was almost as if their meaning had methodically changed. From joy to seduction. I had not been aware of the time how well she was obeying my suggestions, for though there was still the element of flirtatiousness, what first appeared to be someone out at the beach, turn now to the feeling of prey who lures you in.
I'd like to say we were more forgiving on these photos, but that's not the case. If anything our intent was to be more scrupulous, straining and searching for flaws. But the further in we got, the more distracted we became. After a short period time, we were so enthralled by the images; we forgot to flag them and continued clicking from one to another. Before we knew it, we stumbled across her leaning over in the light blue bikini for our hungry eyes.
Our eyes lingered on the screen, held captive by the sultry nature of the image. Her ass was presented to us in glorious detail, separated only by a thin blue sheet of fabric that did little to hide the shape of her sex. My breathing had deepened as I took her in, stared into her eyes that stared back at me. I felt like I had been wrapped in a blanket of lust. My pulse quickened and senses peaked as I felt a rush of blood travel to my groin.
"Jason are you sure you've never done boudoir before?" Kelly asked her voice heavy.
I nodded slowly. "Yes, I'm absolutely positive."
She swallowed. "I think you need to give it a shot." I could feel her breath as she leaned in closer. "Jesus, just look at her," she whispered. "If I was a dude, I'd be all over that."
"She would still be your mother."
"I don't know if that would stop me," she replied.
I shook my head, trying to snap out of this arousal that had taken over me. I prayed that Kelly's focus would remain fixed to the screen so she would not grow aware of the twitching in my pants. Each breath felt more labored as my muscles tightened. My cock strained against the confines of my jeans begging for attention.
Kelly laughed. "She's such a tease."
"Am I now?" Mom's voice suddenly echoed behind us.
We both jumped, startled by the sudden intrusion. She stood behind us with her arms crossed leaning against the entryway in a white cotton bathrobe. Her hair shimmered as if slightly wet while her skin had that glow like she just emerged from the shower. Her eyes were fixed to the computer where there, in full screen, she saw herself being lewd and mischievous.
"So that's them, huh?" she asked, never taking her eyes from the photo. "I think I look fat."
I almost fell out of my chair while Kelly burst out laughing.
"You look fine, Mom," I said. What the hell is wrong with my family?
She shrugged and walked over behind us, placing a hand on my chair and one on the table, leaning in to see the image better. Instantly, her scent washed over me. It was like vanilla and lavender, mixed into one. I strained to keep my eyes focused, but I didn't know where I could safely look. In front of me our mother appeared to be moments away from exposing her privates, while directly beside me, I could see the fold of her robe opening causing the swell of her cleavage to spill into view. A tiny droplet of water ran from a wet strand of hair, tracing the curve of her collar bone before plummeting between the valley of her breasts.
"May I?" she asked looking down at me.
I jumped in my seat, startled again from my sinful surroundings. "W-what?" I stammered. She smiled, pointed to the trackpad I was using. "Oh, it's all yours," I said standing up to allow her a seat.
She said her thanks as she sat. I stood now directly above her, hand on her chair and trying not to stare down her chest; it was one of the greatest challenges of my life.
"I'm surprised you two didn't wait for me," she said as she zoomed into the photo, focusing on the small of her back.
"I would have, but I had intended on doing a grand showing after they were all edited. Some of them aren't too flattering."
"Really?" Mom said as she panned around the image. "What about this one? Do you think this one is?" She turned around, raising an eyebrow to me.
"You're kidding right?" Kelly asked. "Mom, look at you. You're friggin' hot!"
She turned to Kelly, smiled, then back to me. "You think so too?"
I turned back to the image, but I didn't need to. "Absolutely."
Mom's smile widened and she turned back to the computer, clicking to the next image. "What can I say? You are a great photographer."
I shook my head. "I wasn't the one who made you look good. That was all you. I just capture the moment."
"You do that well," she said as four more photos flashed by on the screen, slowly growing more and more sensual. "I can't believe I did some of these," she said, covering her mouth. "What kind of mother am I?"
"The best as far as I'm concerned, Mom," Kelly said.
"I don't think I can say I'm the best. Certainly not after this one," she said clicking on the photo of her untying her top "I'd think they'd take my 'Mother of the Year' title away for that."
"I'm sure some people would actually offer it to you," I joked, though I have no idea where it came from. "Besides, we are the only ones who know you are our mother. No one else knows."
That seemed to take a weight off her shoulders.
"You do have a point," she continued to click. "Kinda makes you wonder though, doesn't it?"
Kelly and I shared a look. "What's that?" my sister asked.
Mom continued. "Makes you wonder if we've ever seen photos like ours."
"You mean like a mom modeling?" I asked.
"Maybe," she continued clicking through. "Maybe the photographer's the model's son, or daughter, or father, or mother. Maybe the subjects in the photo are related and nobody knows. It sure would change the context though, wouldn't it?" Her eyes were glued to the screen, fixed on the final image I had taken. There she was with her thumbs hooked to the bikini bottoms, slipping them down over her hips. A light sheen glowed across her skin, catching the light that trailed down her body. But our eyes stayed focused on her thin strip of hair teasing us to what lay below. The photo oozed of pure unadulterated lust.
Mom suddenly shook as if rippled by goosebumps. Her eyes went wide and she covered her mouth. "What am I saying? Sorry, that sounded really bad. I don't know what's come over me."
"It's fine, Mom," I said as I placed a hand on her shoulder and my finger touched the bare skin of her neck. It felt like electricity. "We're not judging".
She smiled, shook her head and looked at us. "Thanks."
Kelly beamed her playful smile. "Aren't they cool?" she pointed to the photos.
Mom nodded. "I'm blown away."
"Me too!" Kelly replied. "When do you think you'll be done?" she asked me.
I looked at the time; it was almost noon. "Let me take another look through to see which are keepers, but... I'll probably have the best done by the end of today."
"Good, then you're staying for dinner," Mom stated.
"Um, I'm not sure-"
"It's lasagna."
"I'm staying." This should require no explanation other than she makes it from scratch.
Kelly stood up, stretching once more beside me. "Dad gonna be here?"
Mom shrugged lips tight. "We'll see." She headed off to the kitchen. "I'm gonna make lunch in the mean time."
Kelly shook her head as she watched Mom leave.
"Hey Bro," she whispered, "After they're all done, can I still get copies of all of them?"
I shrugged. "I don't see why not. I'll put them in two separate folders for you."
"Me too," Mom called from the kitchen. I swear her hearing only got better over time.
"You got it," I called back taking a seat in front of the computer. It was gonna be a long day.
**Chapter 5.0**
Over a week had passed and I was once again between gigs. A new sushi bar was opening and needed a photographer for promo shots and menu items. I had done a few before, but I always tend to forget how sometimes, you don't really want to see the sausage being made, so to speak. But hey, the waitresses were cute and since my 'Day at the Beach', my shots have started to lean a bit more toward provocative. It was slightly strange to find yourself inspired by your mother's lewd actions and then ask the same from others. There were no underwear shots, mind you, but somehow I was able to coax the impression of desire, all with innocent smiles.
The shoot went well and the owner was ecstatic all throughout, loving my ideas and giving me free reign. The girls were great too; one in particular caught my eye. Perhaps it was how she teasingly batted her eyes, or her quirky banter, I wasn't sure. What I do know is that for the last week, I have been hungrier than ever and felt like I had been in a constant state of desire. Had I been working myself too much? I hadn't dated, let alone messed around with a woman for over a year. My hormones seemed to have suddenly kicked back into gear as if I had been reliving puberty. My cock would spring to attention at the slightest hint of sexual nature, leading me to jerk off two, sometimes three times a day. I needed to get back out there. I needed to find a girl, figure out a way to make it work or at the very least, sow some oats by plowing her field. And this little dark haired beauty; my new playful model, oh how I'd love for it to be you.
It was the perfect motivation, and it looked like I already had an in. She was laughing at my jokes, and smiling when I caught her eye. This should be a cake walk, right? Well the problem is, I don't know why, but at the end of the shoot, as soon as I turned the camera off, it's like my confidence went right out the fucking window. All the words, all the sayings I practiced in my head just minutes before, vanished. I mean I had imagined the best lines in the world, perfect scenarios that all I had to do was walk right up and say them and she'd instantly beg me to fuck her right there on the counter, regardless of who was watching. Of course I didn't really expect that to happen, but there seemed to be a part of me that felt it was within the realm of possibility.
So there I stood; my face as blank as my mind before her, and this lovely goddess is waiting for me to speak. You want to talk about awkward; this could be a case study. Nothing was said; she just smiled, waiting as I struggled to even think of what her name was. It's embarrassing but I still can't recall. And so, to save myself, I thanked her, grabbed my gear and took off.
As soon as I was in my car and done yelling at myself in the rearview mirror, I heard my phone chime with a new text. It was from Kelly.
*K: Hey Big B. I submitted my portfolio and they LOVED the photos! I can't thank you enough! Thank you thank you thank you!*
Well that at least brought a smile to my face. I typed out my response.
*ME: No prob sis. Glad you liked.*
I tapped on 'Send' and couldn't even put the phone away before she responded.
*K: I didn't like them... I LOVED them. Everyone was impressed.*
*K: Can't wait til we do it again!*
I chuckled. We'd never talked about another shoot, but why the hell not?
*ME: Sure thing. Let me know when you got more to show. It was fun.*
I was about to put the phone away when she replied back.
*K: Will do.*
Then...
*K: I'm bored. What you doin?*
*ME: Just got in my car. Had a session at that new place on Pine St.*
*K: What new place?*
*ME: Its a sushi bar. The food's good.*
*K: That's cool. How'd it go?*
*ME: Fine.*
*ME: Actually better than fine. It went great but I'm a little out of it.*
*K: What's up?*
I stared at the screen in the muted silence of my car. Fuck it.
*ME: Nothing really. I just choked in front of this girl.*
*K: Like on the sushi?*
*ME: No not on the sushi.*
*ME: I wanted to ask her out and couldn't for some reason. I think I panicked.*
*K: LOL!!!!!!*
*K: You're kidding!*
*K: Oh man shouldn't you have that down at your age?*
My eyes were spitting darts at the screen.
*ME: Wow. Thank you for your support.*
*K: awwwwwwwwwwe come on. I'm just joking.*
*K: Was she cute?*
*ME: Yeah. She was one of the main girls I worked with.*
*K: one of the models huh? look at you mr photographer.*
*ME: You're forgetting I bombed miserably.*
*K: Yeah, but you were trying for it. What was she like? Why her?*
I shrugged to myself then typed my response.
*ME: She was cute and fun. Took a little bit for her to open up to the camera though.*
*K: Go on.*
*ME: I don't know. She was funny and kinda sassy. She kinda teased me at times which I thought was a good sign.*
*ME: Pretty eyes. It was like she'd look straight at me through the lens.*
*K: Kinda like Mom did?*
*ME: I don't know, maybe. She wasn't as crazy as Mom, that's for sure.*
*K: So why now? I thought you didn't have time for the ladies? ;)*
*ME: Not sure really. It's just been a crazy week.*
*K: ...*
*K: Been thinking about the photo shoot with Mom, huh?*
*ME: ... yeah, sure. A little bit. Why?*
*K: Nothin. I've kinda been a bit worked up this whole week myself.*
*K: Mom too, I think.*
*ME: why do you say that?*
*K: ... promise not to freak out?*
*ME: No, but tell me anyway.*
There was a pause... and then:
*K: I caught her getting herself off.*
My eyes went wide and I brought the phone to my chest, suddenly concerned for prying eyes in the solitude of my car. I chided myself and responded.
*ME: What? When?!*
*K: yesterday morning. I got up early and went downstairs and she was on the computer with her back to me.*
*K: I thought she was just shopping or something but she suddenly let out this MOOOOOAAAAN.*
*ME: She was looking at porn?!?*
*K: Yup!*
*ME: LOL Holy shit!*
The image suddenly filed my head of me standing in Kelly's shoes, creeping around the corner to find that sight. Just the idea brought with it the familiar sensation of my cock beginning to stiffen.
*ME: What did you do?*
*K: Nothing. I just stood there. It looked like she had one hand feeling her tit she used the other to click her mouse ;).*
*K: She had her legs spread wide. It was so hot!*
My cock was crying from my pants, begging to be released.
*ME: You're so bad. Getting turned on by Mom.*
*K: I know! It's so nasty! But god it got me wet. Shit I still am just thinking about it!*
My blood began to burn through my body as if it were pure fire.
*ME: whoa there TMI.*
I said, though only half meant it.
*K: oh come on. You can't tell me that it's not a sexy image. You'd have been hard as a fucking flag pole if you saw her.*
*K: I bet you're hard right now. Are you*?
*ME: That's a little personal.*
*K: Why? you already know I'm wet.*
*K: Just tell me about your cock. It's hard, isn't it.*
*K: Come on Big Brother ;). Don't be shy now.*
This was insane. My fingers trembled as I typed my one word response.
*ME: ... maybe.*
*K: I FUCKING KNEW IT!*
*K: Is it wrong that this is turning me on more?*
*ME: YES!*
*K: Too bad. You're still in the car huh?*
*ME: yeah. Why?*
*K: I was just thinking that it's too bad. I'm at home so I can at least take care of my business.*
*K: you get to sit there in public with a boner and do nothing about it.*
*ME: first off, TMI. Second, that's mean.*
*K: What? I'm just saying it kinda sucks for you.*
*K: Me, I get to play with my kitty right away.*
*K: Its so nice.*
*ME: Please tell me you're not doing it right now.*
*K: ... maybe.*
*K: ;)*
*ME: Okay, this is getting too to be a bit too much.*
*K: Awe come on and play a little.*
*ME: No, I need to go anyway. Don't get me wrong, the thought of texting with my little sister while she fingers herself is tough to pass up.*
*ME: that was sarcasm by the way.*
*K: I don't think it was.*
*K: But fine.*
*K: Oh, were you coming by for family dinner this weekend?*
*ME: I'll be there.*
*K: Good.*
*K: See you then!*
*ME: Take care sis.*
*K: Will do. I got a kitty to feed. Go easy on your trouser snake!*
I rolled my eyes as I tossed my phone in the passenger seat. My cock was hard as a rock and throbbing so hard I almost thought my heart had relocated.
The car was started and in a flash, I was home, pants around my ankles and cock in hand. And as I squeezed my flesh, coaxing out my sweet release, I kept telling myself to imagine the waitress; stripping off her clothes with pouting lips and begging for my cum. Yet no matter how hard I tried, each time I closed my eyes my imagination was corrupted with thoughts of my sister's wet and hungry pussy, and the more it happened, the crippling sense of shame slowly began to fade.
**Chapter 6.0**
The next two days stumbled by on my calendar, drawing me closer and closer to our Family Dinner night. The time itself passing felt like an eternity. My senses were dulled, yet heightened at the same time. It was like I had been stumbling around my flat like a zombie in puberty. My libido had never felt like this, not even in high school. All thoughts had continually drifted to the opposite sex and two of these members in particular; as my conscience stayed with its losing battle to keep me cool like the last iceberg in heated waters; slowly but surely melting away until there was nothing.
What was I going to say when I faced them? How can I look my own mother and sister in the eye when they had been the root of my carnal fantasies for the last few days? What could I do, or should I do for that matter? This is my blood, relations, relatives. There are laws both written and moral that state that acting on these desires is the most forbidden of acts. And yet, the more my mind pondered the morality of these unions, the more I found myself craving to know what it would feel like. Imagine how intense it would be to experience the darker side of love making for that's exactly what it was; making love, but in such a way that it instantly became my deepest and darkest fantasy.
So where then is the transition from fantasy to reality? What would it take and would I dare take the risk? Any action would require reciprocation from either party, and what if it was not met in likeness? I would expose myself then and be completely vulnerable. I would be humiliated, possibly shunned, and if made public, well, that would be the end of everything. Though that is the extreme, and I doubt very much it would lead in that direction. As a matter of fact, there was an ever growing possibility that we may all be in the same boat. But if that were the case, and this ever growing powder keg were to finally blow, we would need some sort of catalyst to be the final touch... And leave it to my father to provide.
"Check out my new gadget!" he said as I walked in the house that Sunday night. He stood over the dining room table with piles of cardboard and plastic while cradling a new Digital SLR. His fingers adjusted the dials with giddy excitement.
"Wow, Pops! That's awesome!" I said as I eyed the familiar device. "I didn't know you needed a new one."
"Neither did I, but your mother picked it up for me. I think it is the same model as yours."
It was.
"Timing couldn't be better," he continued as he squinted his eyes and looked through the viewfinder.
"Why's that?"
"Got an early flight to China tomorrow morning. I have to audit one of the manufacturing facilities." He powered off the camera and placed it in a red camera bag. At no point in time did he make eye contact with me. "Last minute notice."
"Yeah, I'd say so. How long you gonna be gone?"
"Just the week. Be back on Saturday, jet-lagged as all hell, I'm sure."
"Probably," I said. "Where is Mom anyway?"
He nodded over to the kitchen. "She just picked up Chinese and is in there with Kelly."
"Chinese food before China?" I asked, noting the irony.
"Yup." His tone lacked any sense of enthusiasm, and then in a hushed voice, "She's kinda' in a mood."
"Thanks for the heads up," I said as I turned to leave, and then stopped in the doorway. "Are you not coming?"
He shook his head. "I've got to finish packing up then hit the sack. We'll chat next week, I promise." I turned to leave again but he stopped me this time.
"Oh, and can you tell your mom I'll be sleeping downstairs on the futon in Kelly's workspace." He could sense my confusion. "She's such a light sleeper that I don't want to wake her when I leave. You know how it is."
With that, he went back to his work with his back to me leaving me with nothing to do but finally leave the room. As I entered the kitchen I found Kelly and Mom sitting at the kitchen counter eating Chinese food out of To-Go boxes. Both girls dressed casually, Kelly in a green spaghetti-strap tank top and black yoga pants and Mom in a cute gray summer dress.
"If it isn't my two favorite ladies," I said as I approached from behind.
They both turned and smiled up at me, Kelly while slurping up a long noodle.
"Hi Baby," Mom said standing up and kissing me on the cheek. Kelly remained seated as she stretched her arms high asking for a hug with chow mein and chopsticks still in hand. I reached down and squeezed her tight.
Mom motioned to the surplus of white boxes. "Help yourself. I think Beef with Broccoli is that one over there," she said pointing to a box. "I may have splurged a bit too much."
"Mom, you always get too much," said Kelly.
"I second that," I said as I picked up some food and a box of my own.
"At least you kids never went hungry."
I smiled. "You got us there," I said as I took a large bite. "So Dad's going to Ch..." I started to say between chews but stopped the moment I saw Kelly's eyes go wide and she shook her head.
Mom sighed. "Yes, flights tomorrow at 5AM" she said as she moved the contents of her box around without reason. "He's packing up now."
"Sorry," I said. "Is this a thing right now?" A tension seemed to fill the air.
She relaxed a bit. "No, it's fine. It is what it is." She shrugged as she set her food down before taking a deep sip of her wine.
"The camera was nice. What's the occasion?"
This time she shook her head. "No occasion," she said looking at me. "Just wanted to do something nice." She smiled, though I couldn't tell if it was sincere. Regardless, I returned the grin.
"Well it was," I said then felt the immediate need to change the subject. "Kelly tell you the good new yet?"
Mom laughed then rolled her eyes; this was genuine. "About the shoot? That's all I've been hearing about for the last week."
"Uh-uh. We've talked about other things," Kelly defended, though she began to grow uncertain. "I'm sure we have. We've talked about Jason a bunch."
"What?" I asked, mouth full of food once more. "What about me?"
Kelly deflated a bit. "I told her about your cold feet at the sushi place."
"You did what?" My eyes were wide. "Why would you-"
"It's not her fault, Jason," Mom said calmly. "I might have coaxed it out of her."
"I don't... Why did..." I stammered, too many questions coming at me at once.
"It doesn't matter," Mom said. "To be honest with you, we were more confused than anything else. I mean two weeks ago, at the shoot, you were so confident and driven. Very..." Her eyes were without focus as she searched for words. "... very masculine. Basically I did almost everything you asked. You were totally in charge. You knew what you wanted and what you needed and you took it. You were in your element. So, naturally, we were confused because it didn't seem like you."
My eyes went back and forth from my mother and sister. "Thank you ladies. Now I'm thoroughly embarrassed."
"Oh hush, you're fine," Mom said as she threw a napkin at me. Kelly just giggled as she slipped a glistening mushroom into her mouth and winked.
"Well that's nice." I said, setting down a now empty box. "It's good to know that my dating life or lack thereof, is a great conversation topic for my family. Really reassuring."
Mom raised an eyebrow. "I sense sarcasm," she said sarcastically. Kelly started giggling again. I then noticed the near empty bottle of red beside them.
"Jason, it's cool. If you can't talk about it with us, then who with?" my dear sister asked. "I've already told you all of my... most of my secrets." Her eyes had that same glimmer than I had started to become familiar with over the last few weeks.
Reluctantly, I said "Okay, fine. Suggestions?"
They shared a look, and then Mom spoke. "We just think you should start in your comfort zone. From what I hear, you were not shy behind the camera. It was when you stepped in front of it that you lost your nerve. You want something from a girl; ask her when you feel in control."
Kelly nodded. "I'm with Mom on that."
I looked between these two ladies once more and shrugged my shoulders. "Alright," I said. "I'll give it a shot sometime."
Smiles crossed their faces and for a moment, they looked like twins.
"Good," our mother said as her eyes darted to the microwave clock. "Now, the night is young and we don't have to be up at the butt crack of dawn so you guys up for a movie?"
"Sounds like fun," Kelly said.
"I'm down," I replied in turn.
"Great! I'll just clean all this up real quick while you kids go choose one from the cabinet." She began to rise, but I stopped her.
"I got this, Mom. You and Kelly pick something out and I'll join you in a second."
"You don't have to-"
"I know, but I insist." I held my ground. "Go, and grab and open the bottle I brought. You two galls killed the last one, I see."
Her eyes looked up at me, sparkling and bright.
"Thank you, Jason." She leaned in and kissed my cheek again. I could still feel the warmth of her lips as she pulled away.
The girls left the kitchen, leaving me to my duties. It wasn't too bad. Just like we said, there was more left over than eaten, so most went in the fridge. I quickly cleared the counter, wiped the surface and brought the empty containers and trash over to the can. I opened the lid then stopped, my eyes settling on something within.
Resting on a crushed, empty cereal box was a small pink shopping bag with letters printed with glitter. It too was crushed and empty, but a small piece of paper was sticking out the top. Curiosity got the best of me as I reached into the bin and withdrew the paper.
I held in my hands a receipt, barely faded but printed with today's date. It was from a lingerie boutique found in our mall. My eyes scanned the receipt made to a Lucy Jones, my mother, and on it she had purchased a black garter belt set with bra and panties. Instantly my imagination took over as I pictured my mother in a wide of poses all equally undressed, sporting her new night wear in all her glory. My dark and forbidden desire was coming back as my pulse began to quicken just picturing it. And then, a realization hit me.
The day after the photo shoot, mom requested a copy of the photos. Not just the photos that would be used for the portfolio, but *all* of them, knowing very well that it would include the more sultry moments of our shoot.
According to Kelly, Mom has been acting different for the last week, so sexually wound up that she was caught masturbating to online pornography with Kelly in the house.
Dad just received a new digital camera, the exact same model as mine and mom just purchased a seductive set of lingerie.
Looks like none of us walked away from that photo shoot unscarred. Mom was so turned on by being the focus of the attention that she is trying to re-live the experience through a more provocative means. And based on Dad's response to the camera, Mom probably didn't even get the chance to tell him about the lingerie before he dropped the China bomb on her.
And just like that, the solution for our puzzle started to come together. They want me to be more assertive, and I can't argue with that. Mom needs to be the center of attention, yet directed into action. But what about Kelly? My shadow during the shoot. The one who has been getting off on taunting and teasing me for the past week. My sister who soaked her panties by watching our mother pleasure herself. I had a suspicion, but needed to test the waters.
I discarded the trash into the bin, throwing with it the receipt that I had been holding and closed the lid. I washed my hands, catching my own darkened reflection in our window over the sink. It was like looking at a shady version of myself, but still an image of what I was, or was becoming. I stood straighter and my focus was determined. It was like staring into my subconscious and witnessing the beginning of a new path being trekked. This was going to be something new and I now felt ready.
Our father was nowhere to be seen when I joined the girls in the living room. Kelly was sprawled across the love seat clicking through our movie channels while mom relaxed beside her on the sofa. Three glasses of wine were waiting on the coffee table, only one of them was still full.
"We were wondering when you were gonna show up," Kelly exclaimed as she continued her search.
"Sorry," I replied, taking a seat on the floor, "Kinda got caught up in something. Anything yet?"
"Nooo," her voice was filled with disappointment. "Nothing to get too excited over."
I reached down and grabbed my glass, eyeing Dad's red camera bag sitting all by itself on the table in the adjacent room. I took a big sip, feeling my concerns and hesitations begin to melt away.
I took a deep breath. "So Mom, I never heard what you thought of Kelly's photos. You got your copies, right?"
"Oh absolutely," she began. "Kelly gave them to me last Monday. They were so amazing. I am so proud of you." Her smile lit up the room, as she settled into the couch with her legs crossed tightly and holding her glass with two hands.
I beamed in response, my own cheeks reddening. "Thanks, it really means a lot to me. I had probably the best model ever." I took a seat on the other end of her couch, leaning back into the corner.
"Oh stop it." This time her cheeks blushed. "I was just having fun."
"We could tell," Kelly chimed in, leaving the television on some late night comedy channel which was ignored by us all.
"It was fun, wasn't it?" I said taking another sip. "Actually, I'm kinda' curious... Would you be interested in doing another shoot sometime? I feel like it's great practice for me."
She smiled and shifted in her seat. "Of course I would. Any way I could support you I will."
Kelly tilted her head. "I don't have anything that is ready right now though. I put all my work into the one we just did."
I nodded. "That's true, but I was thinking it didn't have to be a fashion shoot but maybe something different. Something that might be new and fun and would help me out a little."
My sister's eyes narrowed as Mom asked the question.
"What were you thinking?"
"So, both of you were just talking about how I am very comfortable behind the camera, like, that's my zone. And when it comes to relationships, there needs to be away that I can merge the two together. To somehow bring more intimacy into my photography." I swallowed and continued. "And so, because I trust you both implicitly, I figured you would be an incredible resource for me to stretch my legs and try something more... provocative."
Mom took sip as Kelly now asked her question.
"More provocative? Like what?"
"I would say kinda like what you asked in the car a while back. I think I should start dabbling in boudoir."
"Seriously?" Kelly's eyes narrowed.
I nodded.
Silence filled the room as the two leaned back, their faces reflected no emotion.
"So you want our input?" Mom asked.
"I was actually hoping for your participation... as my model."
She took a deep breath, leaning back as she recrossed her legs.
"Jason, I don't think-"
"Before you say anything," I interrupted, "Let at least tell you why."
"... Okay," she said slowly nodding. "Go ahead."
"Thanks Mom," I said as I leaned forward. "For the past couple weeks, I've been continually reflecting on our shoot. I know we all had a great time, because it was just that: a great time! We trusted each other, it was fun, and we got great shots out of it too." Their eyes were fixed to me listening to each word with intense fixation.
"Now I know we are all aware it started taking an interesting turn in the end, but the more I have thought about it, I feel I was starting to tap into something else, something that's obviously a bit more risky. I mean..." I was struggling to find the right words. "What I'm trying to say is that I want to explore a different avenue or direction here. Something that can elicit new emotions, cause hey, that's what photos do. So I know this sounds weird, and probably inappropriate, but the way I see it, it isn't that different from the photo shoot we just did. It just has different... subtext, so to speak. And to do that, well, I need a model and an assistant and I can't imagine anyone better than the two of you."
The air was thick with tense silence as they pondered the words. Kelly's eyes turned back and forth from Mom to me, eager to hear her thoughts.
Our mother swirled her glass and took a deep sip. "Before I say yes or no... What did you have in mind?" She settled her eyes on me as she leaned back into the couch.
I could feel my cheeks flush. "Something simple. Something that would appear intimate."
"You're being awfully vague," she said, "I know you have a specific idea of what you want."
She knows me well. I felt a sheepish grin cross my face.
"I do. I was thinking underwear or lingerie."
"Lingerie? That could be pretty bold." Her eyebrow raised but her even tone remained the same.
"I guess. It really depends on the kind."
She looked back to her glass deep in thought watching the wine spinning around the crystal bowl. Her cheeks still red and growing deeper in color.
Her chest rose as she took a breath. "I don't know... I don't think it would be appropriate."
"I know, it sounds weird and I totally understand how you feel. Thing is, it's not like you are going to be exposing yourself or anything. I'm not looking for nudie pics. Just... it'd be kinda like the bikini shots. Same thing; just different story."
She didn't look up. Her face was unreadable.
"It would mean a lot to me, Mom," I continued. "I can't think of anyone better who I trust and who could capture what I'm looking for. I need your free spirit. I need your expressions along with your willingness to experiment, your drive, your understanding, and your patience. You're my perfect model. I need you, Mom." This was my last leg, and I still wasn't sure what I was doing.
The tension in the air was thick, hanging heavy like a curtain as Kelly and I looked at our mother with rich anticipation. She shook her head then finished the remainder of her glass.
"Fuck it," She shrugged. "I better get Mother of the year for this." She leaned forward, setting her glass on the coffee table. Her breasts threatened to spill out of the top of her dress. "So when and where, stud?"
Kelly's smile was bigger than I had ever seen it as I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders.
"Honestly, I was thinking it would be best if it was in a bedroom; perhaps a large one with a kingsize bed and a large vanity mirror."
It only took a moment to realize what I was describing. "My room?"
I nodded.
"I guess saying it might be a bit too personal would be out... When?"
Another deep breath and stood up. "How about now?"
"Right now?" She was taken aback. "But your father-"
"He's downstairs fast asleep. Early flight, remember?"
Her mood seemed to change as she shifted in her seat. "I do." Her clothes somehow seemed to grow tighter. "Do you have your camera?" she asked looking up at me with her large almond eyes.
"No," I said, sensing suddenly their collective disappointment. "But I do have *a* camera."
Confusion showed upon their faces up until my eyes settled on Dad's red camera bag sitting just in the other room.
"You want to use Dad's camera?" Kelly asked bewildered. "What a way to break it in."
"It's the same as mine, and I'll just load the photos on my laptop which is in the car. Plus, I want to take advantage of this opportunity."
"And what opportunity is that, son?" Mom asked, her voice seemed rich with honey.
I smiled. "You said yes."
She smiled, her lips stained red by wine. "Okay then," she said, standing slowly and picked up her glass. She walked to the wine cabinet with a natural sway from her hips, grabbed a bottle and turned. "Come up in ten minutes," she said before leaving me and my stunned sister.
Kelly's eyes were bright and her mouth agape.
"Oh my god I can't believe you asked her to do that! I can't believe she said yes!" she whispered as our mother's footsteps trailed up the stairs. "I can't believe you did that! What's gotten into you Big Brother?"
"Just going with my gut now," I said hearing the door close upstairs and turned my attention to my dear, dear sister.
"Are you in?" I asked.
She shook her head, uncertain. "In for what?"
"I want your help with this. You are part of the reason I'm in this mess so I think it is only natural for you to be my bounce again."
She stood, bringing her face close to mine so her voice could turn to husky whisper. "I know you have something up your sleeve and I am all in." I could sense heat coming off her body as she laid her hand lightly on my forearm. "... and if this goes anything like last time... I might need you to be as well."
She pulled back, still looking up at me with lust filled baby doll eyes as she bit her lower lip.
**Chapter 7.0**
Mother was still in the bathroom as Kelly and I began to set up, my eyes already scanning the room. It had a perfect balance of modern and antique. It was large and well lit with a soft white light pouring out of two large paper lamps on both sides of the king size bed. Kelly began unpacking the bounce leaving the bags beside a brown wingtip chair opposite the bed.
"Why don't you go check on Mom?" I asked of Kelly as I began prepping the settings on the camera, my eye now fixed in the view finder as I knelt, focused the camera and began snapping at different corners of the room.
"Sure thing," she said, standing up and walking to the bathroom. Her ass passed right into my field of view, framed brilliantly in those glorious yoga pants. I couldn't resist taking a picture.
Kelly didn't miss a stride as she looked over her shoulder with a smirk and then disappeared in the bathroom.
What the hell was I doing? It was so certain surreal; setting up a photo shoot, a boudoir photo shoot, to which my mother would be in the main subject while my sister assisted. As far as lines go, this would certainly be crossing it already, but the baser side of me, my carnal and twisted id was begging for me to push the limits to find where my desires would be satiated. Yet I could not ponder long for within moments Kelly returned, eyes wide and cheeks flushed.
"Whoa," she said, "She is totally ready." Kelly grabbed the reflector and stood next to me. "Are you?"
I held her gaze in my eyes, already my pulse was thundering through my veins as I nodded. Kelly smiled, taking a deep breath then passed behind me as I looked to the bathroom door.
"Ready when you are, Mom," I called.
My breath caught in my throat as she rounded the corner.
She stood in the doorway backlit from the light that oozed out of the bathroom. She wore the very same outfit that I could tell she purchased earlier. It was a black bra and thong with a silky black garter belt and stockings finishing it off with a set of high heel pumps. She was sexier than I could've ever hoped for, blowing away any of my expectations. Though still, I could see behind her eyes lay uncertainty.
"You okay?" I asked.
She hesitated, fighting the urge to cover herself.
"I feel a little exposed," she said holding the doorframe. "This is nothing like with the swim suits."
I looked back to Kelly as a new thought came to me.
"What if we were to even out the playing field a little?" I asked. Both girls looked at me in confusion.
I continued, "If it would help, I could strip down a little, and maybe even Kelly too if she's willing." I nodded toward my sister who was staring at me with a raised eyebrow.
Mom's uncertainty was growing. "I don't know. Maybe this is a little too much..."
"No Mom, it's fine," Kelly said as she dropped the bounce. Before either I or our mother could respond, she had already peeled off her pants leaving herself in pink bikini panties and the halter top. She shucked the pants to the side. "Sorry, no bra so that's as far as I can go," she said while juggling her breasts in the most nonchalant manner.
This was some kind of night.
"You're up Bro," Kelly said. I looked over and saw Mom smiling, her eyebrows raised, as if now daring me to do the same.
I rolled my eyes and said "Fuck it."
Off came my shirt, shoes and socks leaving me in just my jeans in front of my scantily clad family. I couldn't help but blush as I heard Mom whistle from the doorway.
"Thanks," I joked, this time I was the one to roll their eyes. "I'll take that to mean you are feeling better."
She smiled and raised her arms higher up the doorframe, stretching her body out as if she were already being shot.
"Now remember, if you are uncomfortable, let me know. This is just to be an exercise."
She nodded.
"And I believe it goes without saying that *none* of this ever gets back to your father."
Kelly and I both nodded.
She smiled.
"Well then Mr. Photographer... Where would you like me?" she asked leaning against the frame once more, this time sliding one of her legs against the other.
I swallowed, struggling to find my voice. It came. "Let's start on the bed."
She sat on the end atop the white comforter, facing us. I turned to Kelly as she smiled, crouching down and positioning the bounce to catch the light the way I had shown her. Her nipples pressed with fury against her top threatening to rip through. My own cock again stirring as the gravity of what was about to happen begin to sink in.
Show time.
I brought the camera up to my eye.
"Let's start with you sitting up straight. Legs together but your feet apart."
"Like this?" She did just that, staring straight at me, posed as if the embodiment of every man's desire.
"Perfect!"
"Now bring your hands to your knees keeping your arms straight... That's it. Amazing, absolutely stunning."
My fingers worked their magic clicking away and changing settings.
"Now give me a pout. Nice. Now tease me a little..." and she did. At first by blowing a kiss, then running her tongue across her lips. "Now spread your legs, but just a tad. Remember you are teasing the camera. Tease the viewer."
And she did, pouting, licking, blowing kisses, all while letting our eyes run up her thighs to her panties.
"Beautiful. Now spread them a little wider." Her knees where now a foot apart.
"Wider," I instructed. She spread them now two feet, then three. Her hands began to rub up and down her thighs as her chest began to rise and fall in deep breaths, yet at all times, keeping her focus fixed on the camera lens.
My eyes darted over her body, displayed yet hidden in such an erotic tease. Her hands softly moving up and down her glorious thighs; sliding against her tight skin leaving a trail of goosebumps rippling up her body. The fabric of her panties holding tight against her mound with just a hint of transparency, though not enough to show what was beneath. Yet still, my eyes would linger, captivated by the area where the soft skin of her inner thighs meet the curve of her pelvis.
Her breasts would heave with deep breaths; the kind that drew her taught stomach in and out. Each one appeared to threaten to cause her cleavage to spill out of the brassiere, aided by the fact she would occasionally roll her shoulders, thrusting her chest out further still.
It was surreal to say the least, this forbidden show in front of me while hearing only the sound of heavy breathing and the click, click, click of my shutter with every picture captured.
I could see her fingers beginning to knead her skin as she bit her bottom lip looking at us.
"How you doin' Mom?" I asked, still shooting away.
"I'm good, baby." She said. "How's it looking?"
"Amazing," Kelly replied, her voice crackled as if coming out of a dry throat.
I smiled. "Couldn't agree more." I rotated to portrait. "You look incredible. Sexiest woman I've ever shot."
"Really?" she asked, though it didn't sound like a question. She took her hands off her thigh and placed them both between her legs on the bed, her arms now squeezing her breasts together.
I couldn't click fast enough.
"Absolutely." My fingers were a blur. "That's hot! Hold that pose for a moment. Excellent. Now open your mouth a little like you are letting out a moan."
And she did; only she really did moan. A soothing, and sensual sound that had my cock throbbing.
It was like we were watching another woman, or at least the one she was meant to be now breaking free once more. Her inhibitions sliding away, subsiding to this primal creature that has been longing for release.
"Perfect," I said softly. "Now slide one hand up your stomach then cup your breast." I could hardly believe the words came from my mouth, but they did and she obliged without a second thought. What I didn't expect was for her to place the other right over her pussy with her middle finger pressing into the cleft.
"Damn," I breathed, now at full mast and straining against the seams of my jeans. "That's so fucking hot, Mom." I said as I caught her eyes shifting to my condition. Her hand squeezed her tit.
"Does that bra clasp in the front or the back?" I asked.
"Front," She said.
"Undo the clasp but hold the cups to your breasts." God I wanted to see her.
Her hands moved to between her tits, clapping at a hook and then snapping free. My heart skipped a beat as I watched her slowly bare the skin between her breasts.
She held the cups against her skin, waiting for direction.
"Show me," I commanded.
And just like that, she pulled the bra away revealing the most flawless breasts I had ever seen. The nipples were hard and brown against her pale skin. They were firm yet had that perfect amount of sag. I was speechless as she shrugged her shoulders and bra fall behind her.
My mouth felt dry as I finally remembered to take a breath.
"Now I want you to stand up," I commanded. "I want you against the wall with your back to us and lean from the hips."
She smiled and rose and with a purposeful sway to her hips, crossed the room to a nearly bare wall. She leaned forward, placing her hands against the way and presenting her marvelous ass to us. She looked at me over her shoulder, awaiting instructions as she rolled her hips from side to side.
"Perfect." I continued, snapping away. "How you feeling?"
She closed her eyes and purred. "Slutty."
"Good, now put a foot on that stool and unclasp the garter."
And she did, slowly. First the left, then the right.
"Now slide the garter down bending at the hips."
She crossed her legs, and bent over, her eyes never leaving mine. She pushed her perfect ass to us as she slid the garter over her hips and down her long legs. Once gravity could take over, they fell the remainder of the way, letting her step out of the tiny shards of fabric; leaving her in only her panties and stockings.
I continued to shoot.
"Turn around," I said.
She did. Her back pressed to the wall and her hands began to explore her body.
"Grab your hair," I told her. "Now with your other hand, grab your breast. Good. Now pinch your nipple."
A low moan through gritted teeth escaped her mouth as she did just that. Her legs pressed together, rubbing back and forth against each other.
"Now look at me and cup your breasts with both hands as if you are offering them to me."
"Like this?" She pressed her tits together with one finger on each nipple, circling the nub and stimulating her like an electric shock. Tiny beads of sweat began to drip down between her mounds.
"Is this exciting you?" I asked knowing very well the answer.
"Mm-hmmm," She cooed, her eyes shut as she continued to toy with her nipples. "It reminds me of something I long forgot."
"What's that?" I asked.
She opened her eyes and released her tits.
"It reminds me how much I love having a man's cock right here," she said running her middle finger down her chest, between her heaving globes.
"You like that, huh?" I asked.
"Oh god yes," she breathed. "I really do. I love making a man hard and feeling it pressing against me." Her eyes once more darted down to my concealed erection, pulsating and begging for release.
It was getting harder and harder to maintain control. Time to move forward.
"Put your hands on your hips and loop your thumbs in the waistband of your panties."
She tilted her head, concealing a smirk and followed my directions.
"Now pull them down an inch like you're teasing us."
She did just that only pulling them away from her side as she swayed back and forth; first the left then the right. Each time hinting like she was about to show us more than we had asked. Then they lowered, stopping just as we saw a wisp of hair.
And now the gamble.
"Take them off," I commanded and heard Kelly's breath catch in anticipation.
Without a missing a beat, our mother pushed her wet panties down unveiling her pussy to me for the first time, glistening and gaping with a small patch of hair.
She stood there naked, displaying her body to both of her horny children clad in nothing but stockings, pumps, and a look of pure carnal hunger. I had played my hand, but had not called the game.
"Come back to the bed," I told her. She did just that, sitting on the edge and immediately spreading her legs wide. I got closer, standing now between her legs and shooting down. My clad hardon now right in front of her, but she never broke my gaze.
"What now?" She asked, biting her lip and playing her role well.
"I want you to reach down and touch yourself, but keep looking at me," I said.
She shivered as one hand snaked down her body and her breath catching as her fingers trailed over her clit.
I could smell her. The scent was intoxicating to say the least. I felt like I could taste her in the air, that tangy yet sweet flavor of a woman.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she gasped. "It's so, sooo nasty." Her hips were now gyrating as she began to pleasure herself.
"I think you like being nasty," I said, now kneeling down and getting a close up view of the action.
"Maybe," she moaned as her finger circled her gaping folds. Her lower lips were swollen and parted, oozing with a hunger to be filled.
"Show me your pussy," I said to her.
Her eyes were closed. "You can already see it."
"I know I can see it," I said, now my voice growing stern as I set the camera to the side. "I want you to spread the lips with one hand and really show it to me."
There was a brief moment of hesitation. Perhaps I had gone too far, pushed her out of her comfort zone altogether. But then her hand reached down and with her middle and index finger, she pulled the edges of her womanhood wide open, allowing me to gaze into her pink, moist depths.
I could see her pulsating, feel her eyes on me watching her expose herself so intimately. It looked so warm, so inviting. So much so that I had to take it one step further.
"Stay here," I told my mother as I stood up between her legs. I turned from her, a look of confusion on her face as I handed the camera to Kelly.
"You know how to work this?" I asked, her own expression matching our mother's.
"Yeah, kinda." Her eyes now narrowing.
"Just keep it on Auto then and stay focused on her," I said pointing to Mom who had begun to grow conscious of her nudity. "I will tell you where to shoot from. This is still my project."
"Okay?" she replied.
I could see she would need minor direction. "Start over there, and get level with Mom. Remember, keep her in focus."
"Jason," Mom called out, "What's going on?" She began to cover herself.
I turned back to her, free from the camera and now standing between her legs again as she looked up to me.
"I want to try something different now." I looked in her eyes. "I want to try a couple's shoot."
Her skin flushed and I could see her poorly covered nipples stiffen again at the thoughts that coursed through her mind.
"With me?" She asked. "You want to shoot this with me? Jason, I really don't think that I can do this anymore-."
I interrupted "You can. It will be fine. We won't do anything weird. Nothing overtly sexual, just simulation. Just pretend. It's all a big tease for the camera." My voice was stern, calming. I could see her arms lowering slightly.
"But with you?" She asked. "...Why?"
"... Because I want to," I said. "I trust you and I love you and right now, I want nothing more than to be with you in this, or more for you to be with me."
"But I'm your mother..." her chest was beginning to rise and fall with each breath as her eyes began focusing once more on the bulge in my pants.
"The camera won't know."
"But I'll know." Her eyes were locked on my clad member.
"As will I, and so will Kelly. But I don't care about that right now."
"You don't." She looked up at me.
I shook my head.
"Are you still my model?" I asked her.
She nodded, her eyes burning with lust.
"Do you trust me?"
She nodded again, this time biting her lip gently.
"Good. Then unbuckle my pants."
The words seemed to hang in the air, echoing in my own ears as I waited for her to act. And then, just like that, I watched her arms fall from her chest as her hands reached out for my waist. Her fingers grabbed onto my belt pulling me closer, the tips sliding between my jeans and skin causing the hairs of my navel to brush against her skin. She undid the clasp, and then began to pull the belt all the way out and tossed it to the side. Her hands reached forward again, this time undoing my button then grasping the zipper and slowly pulling down, easing the pressure that had been building in my pants.
"Oh Baby," she purred seeing now my member still sheathed behind my boxer shorts but now being able to see the shape of my manhood up close.
My pants were pulled down to my knees before her hands dashed back up to the hem of my boxers. But before she did anything, she looked up again.
"May I?" She asked, batting her eyes at me sweetly.
"Please do," I said.
With a smirk, she pulled the hem forward, slipping the waistband over the crown of my engorged cock, and then gently slid them lower, the elastic squeezing the underside of my shaft the entire way. Pre-cum had begun to seep its way from my tip, beading up into a small pearl that shimmered in the light. My mother sat, naked in front of me, mouth agape and staring at my cock in all of its glory as my sister was snapping away; capturing each passing moment of this taboo scene.
"Oh my god, Jason," Mother whispered as she took in the sight.
I don't know if I've ever been this hard. The skin on my cock felt like it was being pulled tight, the crown red and throbbing and pointing straight at my mother. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and grab her hair and shove my cock between her panting lips... But not yet.
"Kelly," I called to her, "I want you to get behind me for this next bit. Mom, I want you to reach your hand up and dig your nails into the small of my back. Bring your head close to my groin. It will look very suggestive from Kelly's view."
"What do you mean?" Mom asked, her fingertips already tickling my skin as they moved near my spine.
"It will look like you are sucking him, Mom," my all knowing sister replied taking her position.
Her eyes widened, but she did not move away.
"Sucking him?" She looked up to me, digging her nails into the muscles of my back. "How?"
"Just open your mouth a little and breathe on my cock," I instructed. "It's just pretend, but it will look real for Kelly."
I could see dark twinkle in her eye but couldn't tell if it was of hunger or mischief... Perhaps both. She licked her lips, wetting them and then opened wide, easing herself closer and closer, until she stopped a mere inch from my swollen member. Her breath though, my god, it was electric. I could feel the humid heat push past her lips and wrap around until dissipating into the air. It was amazing. Insane and so very, very wicked, multiplied by the sounds of the ever constant shutter as my sister fired away capturing every second she could. And while I thought this was solid, my mother decided to be the one to spice it up first.
At first I felt her hands begin to lower, the nails kneading trails in my skin on their downward journey until she cupped my ass cheeks, one in each hand. What's more, her eyes stayed locked on mine, watching my reactions as she teased me, now with a naughty little smile.
"Scoot back," she said to me, and I did allowing her to now slip down to the floor on her knees, never letting go of me.
Her hands squeezed and released, massaging the muscled in my buttocks, as she now kneeled with her head below my cock.
"This is so very bad," she said, blowing air through her now pursed lips against my inner thighs.
"It is," I said, "But it's just pretend..." I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling her warm air course now over my testicles. God this was intense.
"Is it?" she asked as she brushed her nosed against the underside of my shaft, causing my eyes to snap open with a groan.
Our eyes locked as I reached out and grabbed her by the hair. Thoughts of mischievous actions danced behind her eyes and she bared her teeth in a surprised smile. She laughed, and snapped at my head, threatening to bite the end, but I held firm.
She was right though; the pretense of pretending was fading fast.
"Kelly," I said still holding our mother. "Shoot now from the side over here."
My sister took her position crouching down beside us, rosy cheeked and in panties so moist they shimmered.
"Now Mom, stick out your tongue," and she did. "We're gonna pretend now that you are licking my shaft."
Her pulse quickened as her eyes locked on my cock once more.
"But," I continued. "To make this look really good, I'm gonna need you to hold me."
Her chest was heaving.
"You want me to touch your cock?"
I nodded. "Yes Mom. I want you to hold the base and pretend like you are giving it a big, long lick from the bottom to the top. Get as close as you can but try not to touch."
She released my ass and I her hair, allowing her to setting beneath me. I took this moment and shed the pants and underwear completely. With a step, I was back over her and watched mesmerized as my mother reached out and grasped the base of my hard cock.
"Ohhh Baby," She purred, unconsciously toying with her nipple. The sight was so erotic it is now burned deep in my memory. How I didn't cum right then and there I will never know.
"Now lean forward," I said.
Our mother eased forward and she ducked her head down, tongue extended. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as slowly, she moved her head up, the tip of her tongue tracing an invisible line just a millimeter from my skin; until suddenly, as she neared the ridge of my crown, I felt her soft wet tongue lick the top of my penis.
"Oh shit," I gasped, unprepared for the contact but basking in the instant jolt of pleasure.
"Oops," she said, covering her mouth. "Sorry. It was a little hard." She giggled at the pun. "Let me try again," she said as she went back down.
Who was I to stop her as she tried a second time.
I watched again, though this time she made it only half way before the warm muscle of her tongue pushed up against my skin, now deliberately sliding up to the tip, taking a tiny drop of my pre-cum with it in one curling scoop.
"Sorry Honey," she said, wetting her lips again and dove down placing her tongue against me from the very start.
She did away now with any act of licking and lapped back and forth across my cock, coating it in trails of saliva. My legs where growing weak to this assault and I had to sit down, but didn't want it to end.
"Hold on Mom," I barely managed watching instantly a look of disappointment cross her face. "Let's try something else."
I turned to my sister, catching her as she pulled her hand out from her tank top.
"Hop on the bed, Sis and get way up at the top."
As she got in position, I turned to our mother.
"Okay now Mom, this may seem a little much, but we are gonna simulate me going down on you." I watched her shudder as her nipples seemed to grow harder, but no words passed her lips.
"I want you to lie back on the bed and I will crawl between your legs. Now I will be touching your skin, but I will try not to get too personal, okay?"
Her lip quivered. "Are... are you sure they will look good?"
"Oh hell yes, if they are of you," I said, causing her to smile and roll her eyes though I could tell the thought of what was about to happen excited her greatly. "Besides, if Kelly's in the right angle, though I won't be licking you directly, no one would know any different."
She bit her lip as if pondering, then, kicking off her pumps she said, "Okay... Now lie where?"
I directed her to the bed, having her lean back against the pillows propped on her elbows. Her legs she kept together as I crawled up from the foot of the bed. My hand first caressed her stocking covered ankle and then slid up her calf, feeling the contours of her toned leg beneath the fabric until rotating to her knee and then higher still. My fingers brushed the hemline of the stockings, examining the change from fiber to flesh. She squirmed beneath my touch.
"We're being very bad, you know?" She said as she rubbed her legs together, her eyes locked on my hand.
"Probably," I replied, my hand now rubbing up and down her outer thigh.
She lifted her hand and brushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear. Her breath appearing steady while my heart beat with a fury in my chest.
"I *should* stop you." I watched her eyes rise up higher, taking in my chest, then arms, and then my eyes. "It would be the right thing to do."
It was probably true, but we were far beyond that moment. We should have stopped way long ago. Perhaps even some time at the beach. We had our chance, but we chose not to heed it.
With purpose, I reached out and lifted her leg up, opening her thighs and baring her wet and hungry vagina to my lecherous gaze.
"Oh my god," she said, though offered no resistance or retreat. "I can't believe I'm showing my pussy to my kids," she said with a partial laugh.
I smiled. "Hey, we're adults now," I said lowering my face to a foot away from her womanhood, her hips rocked up granting me access. "Besides, this Mom... is a beautiful pussy."
If her cheeks weren't already red, they would have blushed some more... amplified now by the fact my head was lowering closer to her slit.
My face stopped mere inches from her groove; my eyes darting up the dripping slit now gently parting as if asking to be kissed. This was the same hole I had come out of so very long ago. And here I was, a grown man, knocking at its door once more. It was like a beautiful present, a box if you will, complete with a tiny little bow of her dark red pubic hair, neatly puffed in a tiny little patch.
"Oh Mom, if you weren't my mother..." I said followed by a sigh, my breath now tickling her, teasing her.
She flinched and rocked her hips with light moan. Both her hands were back on her breasts as she shut her eyes, feeling my breath upon her.
A wicked smile crossed my lips as I puckered my lips and blew, sending a warm column of air out of my mouth and across her gaping pussy.
"Oh Jason," she shuddered, running a hand through her hair.
I blew again, this time directing the current up her slit, lashing her with my wind.
She moaned and her muscles flexed tickled and pleasured mixed into one intense wave of feelings.
And I went again, and again, shuddering and twisting my blows, forcing them to dance and pierce her wet slit as she writhed before me. I would focus on her pelvis, her lips, and then finally the tiny hooded clit nestled like the cherry on top.
The effects were beyond evident as my mother moaned and groaned in tortured bliss, rocking and scooting and convulsing as the tease continued. She was a woman on fire begging for release. She was the personification of eroticism, and though it was looking good, I knew we could make it better.
I motioned to Kelly, having her come closer and I repositioned my face between her thighs.
"Great Mom, now this next bit will be tricky. I'm gonna extend my tongue, kinda like what you were doing, but this time I want you to grab my hair and hold me just in front of your pussy. Sound good?"
"Sure Babe," she quickly replied. She reached down and grabbed me by my head, positioning my face in front of her box. Though as soon and my tongue parted my lips, she pulled my face the rest of the distance, right into her willing pussy.
"Oh Jason, I'm so sorry," She feigned though she kept my head pinned against her.
Instantly I felt the tender lips of her vagina part as the tip of my tongue pierced her folds. Her taste, a sweet saltiness instantly traversed my senses. Contact had been made and there was no going back. It was I who smiled this time as I let my tongue now swipe up, licking between her folds bringing her juices into my mouth.
"Oh yes, that's it baby," she purred, her eyes squeezed shut.
God she tasted good: Somewhere between a warm peach on a summer day and that saltiness of skin after a dip in the ocean. I wanted more; much, much more. Well fuck it then, I thought as I reached both hands under her hide and dove in.
I was like a madman; licking, flicking and twirling against her and within. I would kiss and nibble and fuck her with my tongue all while she would cry out in startled bliss. I could get enough. Her juices rolled down my chin while my nose tickled her tiny bush.
She'd spread her legs wider, trying to get me deeper. Then pulling my head higher forcing me to focus on her clit, and I did. I could feel the tiny pearl with the very tip of my tongue and I traced the edges in such fine detail I felt I could map it later.
"OH SHIT!" She cried, now clamping her thighs against my head as I lifted her ass higher off the bed.
Her whole body was shaking, quivering from wave after wave of pleasure that would course through her with every brush of my tongue and kiss from my lips. If this kept up, I just knew she would cum, and god did I want that. I wanted it so fucking bad. To give this woman, my model, my *mother,* an earth shattering orgasm would leave me beyond happy. And I would, just not quite yet. I needed more...
My pace slowed down as I lowered her back to the bed her legs easing their grip. I stood up straight, my cock now standing straight out between her legs.
"How'd that look, Sis?" I breathed heavy as I wiped our mother's wetness off my mouth.
"So fucking good," she said smiling as she adjusted her underwear.
I took a deep breath. "Awesome."
"I'm ah... I'm gonna need a second," Mom panted staring at my cock. I could almost see her pulse beat throughout her body as she sprawled out below me slowly catching her breath.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded. "Yeah... This is just a little more... intense then I was expecting."
"I'll say," chimed Kelly.
Mom rolled her eyes and chuckled as she sat up. "Okay Mr. Photographer... What next?"
"Okay, now... we're gonna switch. I'm gonna lay down and you will be doing the same thing you were doing earlier, but just to the head."
"You mean it's okay for me to lick you?"
"Fair's fair."
A devilish smile crossed her lips as I flopped down onto my back. Her eyes locked onto my rigid member and she slithered down to my feet. Suddenly, I felt like prey as she grasped by cock, bringing her mouth to it and pursing her lips. Looking me dead in the eye, she gave it a big, wet kiss right on the crown.
"Oh fuck," I gasped.
"Watch your mouth, young man," she said with a quick lick against the tip like it was an ice cream cone.
"I can't help it," I chuckled. "I'm watching yours."
She smiled again, extending her tongue and began to trace the edge of my cock once more, focusing on the tip.
"Mmmm." She was like sex on fire. "And how does it look." Her tongue flicked rapidly, causing me to gasped and shudder.
"So good," I somehow managed.
"I bet it does." Her hand began to slide up the base. "And how does it feel?" She squeezed her hand and pushed it back down, now slowly jacking me off.
"Sooo fucking good."
"Mmmm," She purred again. "Good, Baby. I want this to turn out good." She continued her assault, kissing and licking my sensitive cock, all while her hand firmly pumped my tool.
It was becoming too much, beyond what I had hoped or expected. And then suddenly, I felt her lips part and my cock slipped into her wet and willing mouth.
"Holy Shit!" I moaned and she quickly pulled off, gasping.
"Oh fuck Baby!" she breathed. "Sorry. Instincts took over for a moment there." Her hand continued to slowly move along my shaft as she looked back to me.
I laughed. "It's fine... it's fine. No worries," I managed, short on breath.
"Yeah Mom," Kelly chimed. "It looked so fucking hot."
She hid her face with her hand again, giggling, though making no effort in releasing my dick.
"It's just... I haven't had a man's penis in my mouth for a while and I guess I... I kinda missed it." She took another slow, sensual lick up my cock, swirling her tongue around the head as she finished.
"I can tell." Though I had hoped for something like this, the reality was far beyond that which I expected.
She licked again. "So you don't mind then?"
"Mind what?" I asked.
"You know..." She traced her tongue, back and forth against the ridge of the crown.
"That my Mom's licking my cock?" How I could manage coherent sentences is beyond me.
She shrugged. "Well that... But I was wondering if I could put you back in my mouth." As if to emphasize the point, she leaned forward biting the tip of my cock like a playful succubus.
"Please do," I managed, and no sooner had the words left my mouth when her lips closed over my pole once more.
I couldn't believe it. She was sucking my dick. My own mother, stark naked lying across my legs bobbing her head up and down in my lap. To say it was intense would not do it justice; I felt more like I could generate electricity.
The skill this woman possessed I would have never guessed. She would suck on the uptake like a vacuum of pleasure, keeping her tongue massaging the shaft with each blissful stroke. Each moan from her mouth would reverberate through the skin, accentuated by her hand pulling the skin tight from the base of my cock.
She would twist and pull and suck and nibble, all while keeping her eyes locked on my face watching the utter torment she put me through. She was milking me hard; pulling drop after drop of pre-cum from my shaft into her warm and pleasurable mouth.
This was too much, too out of control. My balls were aching, churning; prepping themselves to release their load down my mother's throat. I couldn't believe this was happening. It felt so good and wrong and everything in between... and to top it all off, there was always Kelly right beside me, capturing each sinful moment.
"Jesus, Jason," she said with a staggered breath. "I can't believe she's sucking you off."
I shifted my gaze to my sister, on her knees a mere foot from me. Her panties were absolutely drenched, so much so that her inner thighs had begun to glisten. Looking higher I could see she had pulled one of her breasts out from confinement and was pulling on the nipple in between pictures. Her nipples were smaller than our mothers, lighter too, but by no means any less sexy.
Kelly looked down, watching me as she pinched her titties once more.
"This is so fucking hot, Bro." She cooed with her own sexy smirk.
"Mmmm..." I managed now closing my eyes and my knob was tickling Mom's tonsils. "Tell me about it..." I was getting close. Fuck did I want to cum; the pressure was growing and nearing that moment of no return. But I wasn't ready... Not yet. I bared my teeth and opened my eyes.
"Okay, okay, wait a sec..." I panted.
"What baby, are you close?" She asked, rubbing my cock against her cheek before sucking it back down her throat.
"Oh Shit!... No Mom," I managed. "I want to try one more thing." Fuck this was feeling so good... but I wanted to continue our game.
She slowed down, looking up at me but keeping the head just behind her lips. Then, with an audible 'POP', she let it snap out.
"Alright... What's left?" Her hand still slowly milked my cock.
I took a deep breath. "The shot's not complete. We need to... simulate... sex."
She studied my face and raised an eyebrow.
"Do we?"
I watched as one of her hands began to snake between her legs as she stroked me.
"And how do you suppose we do that?"
I swallowed. "I have some ideas, but they all start the same... We first need to make it look like I'm about to enter you."
Her expression was nearly unreadable.
"Really?" She licked my cock again.
I nodded.
"You don't think we've have enough photos yet?" She ran her lips around the edges, of the crown once more; teasing me, taunting me.
I shook my head.
Silence filled the room, but I could see something dancing in her eyes. She smiled, kissed my cock, and then asked, "Okay then. Where do you want me?"
My cock lurched in response, and I'm sure she felt it.
"I need you to scoot off the bed for a second." She did as commanded as I maneuvered to the edge; sitting down and facing the same way this all began. "Okay, now Kelly... Get down low in front of us, about bed level. Great. Now Mom, I want you to face Kelly but straddle my hips, but stay standing."
She didn't even flinch a muscle as she did exactly as I asked, lifting her leg and placing it over me, our sexes now lined up perfectly. I leaned forward wrapping my arms around her and slid them up her body. My hands were mirror images as they coursed their way to her chest until I enveloped her breasts in my palms.
"Is this okay?" I asked.
She just purred and pushed her ass against my chest, the small of her back now against the side of my face. Embolden by this response, I squeezed, feeling not just her nipples but the tiny bumps around her areolas. I toyed with them, teasing them, mimicking the same motions I had seen her perform moments earlier. And with each pinch and pull, I could feel her taut muscles flexing and releasing through my cheek as she rolled her hips in response.
"Okay Mom," I panted against her back. "Now I'm gonna hold your hips, but I want you to sink down a tad and hold yourself open as if I was about to enter you."
She nodded between shallow breaths as my hands landed on the curve of her hips. Her stance widened and I felt her lower herself down. As soon as she had, suddenly I was able to see around her and much to my surprise, her large vanity mirror stared right back at us. There, as if life size, I could see my panting mother hovering an inch over my hard and throbbing cock. The image was so exciting, so sinful and taboo. I couldn't believe what I was seeing until a mere moment later a feeling tore me away from the image.
For just a moment, my mother's pussy had kissed the head of my cock.
Both of us jolted, releasing a moan of surprise. It had only been a second, more like a fraction of a second, but we both knew what had happened and it was just so perfectly performed too. There was no prodding, not searching for the right spot. No, the lips of her vagina had pecked the head of my penis like a couple's first kiss, longing for more.
This was beginning to become too much and not just for me. I could tell I was pushing Mom to her own limits. This was a woman in need. Her body writhing on top of me was begging for release from this hour long torment which is the culmination of years upon years of sexual oppression. Her walls were shattering, dams bursting, and though I felt as if my own were in equal state of distress, I could not be the one to force it. She needed to make the leap, but not without a little help.
Leaning forward, I pursed my lips, planting a kiss between her shoulder blades and then reached down between my legs. I grasped the base of my cock and held it upright.
My mother looked down; down between her heaving breasts, down between her soaking thighs to my engorged member now presented and ready for her. She knew that I was willing and what I wanted. The choice was now hers to make.
And then I felt it again, only this time, the feeling didn't leave.
She had lowered herself down, the folds of her pussy caressing the head of my dick, trapping just the tip inside. Her eyes shut, embracing the sensations that traversed her body as she left herself suspended on my pole, the gates of her womb massaging my crown.
"Baby..." she panted.
I could hardly manage to speak at all. "... Yes?"
She was breathing harder, straining to hold herself up.
"Please don't be mad."
"Why?" I asked, embracing the sensations I too was feeling.
She looked at me over her shoulder. "Because I'm through with playing..." she said biting her lip. "... I want to fuck."
And with that she lowered herself, squeezing my naked cock into the tightness of her wet vagina.
She made the drop in one motion, slipping down as Kelly gasped in surprise. Each blissful inch now wrapped in her body as she bottomed out, her groin atop my own as we both moaned deeply in unison.
It was incredible, warm, wet and tighter than I had dreamed. The swollen lips of her womanhood rubbed against my pubic hairs as she rolled her hips, circulating her motions as I was buried deep inside her. I have had sex before, and I have felt my fair share of women, but this was on a whole other planet.
"Oh God Jason!" She moaned grabbing my hands and pulling them up to cup her breasts. She leaned back against me, her spine arching perfectly to the shape of my chest as she flexed her hips and spread her legs wider.
"My god you feel so good inside me," she breathed, her head resting on my shoulder.
I groped her breasts with my hands, her nipples trapped between my fingers.
"Oh Fuck, Mom..." I said.
She turned her head to me.
"Mmmm... You already are, Baby..." Her voice purred in my ear as she nibbled on my lobe, I in turn ran my lips at her stretched neck and collar before me. My teeth extended and I bit her skin softly. I could taste her sweat.
She started to raise her hips now, my cock sliding in and out, piercing her depths in slow sensual strokes. I slid a hand down, over the toned muscles in her skin, my fingertips pressing over and in her bellybutton, until finding the groove of her pelvis and finally the small, trimmed cropping of hair above her pussy.
A gasp left her mouth as my fingers made contact with her clitoris. The slick hood retreated exposing the tiny nub as I pressed down, rubbing her pussy as I fucked it.
"Shit baby!... Oh your fingers feel so good!" she moaned.
I leaned into her neck, now closer to her ear.
"So does your pussy, Mom. You feel so fucking tight around my cock."
Her muscles flexed around me, hearing my words. I flicked her pussy again, now focusing solely on the clit.
"Mmmm, you like it do you?" She asked knowing very well the answer. "I can't believe you're inside me. Fucking me, in front of your sister... In front of my daughter."
I heard a moan again, only this time in front of us. Risking a peek, I looked from the corner of my eye and found Kelly now sitting in the wingtip chair. One leg was thrown over the armrest and the other on the floor as she stared at us intently. Her right hand snaked its way into her panties where she was furiously rubbing herself without any sign of embarrassment.
So much for the photos.
I grabbed moms head, turning her face towards me and kissed her, hard, my tongue instantly darting into her mouth and being greeted with the same.
It felt so good. Feeling her stretched across my body as we kissed and fucked, her hand now replacing mine on her breasts while the other grabbed my hair hand held me to her.
This woman was pure sensuality, freed now to express any and all desires, and they were many. I felt her bite my tongue, scraping her teeth now along my lips as she pulled away and brought her lips to my ear.
"This is so bad," she purred while rocking her hips. "Oh baby this is so fucking nasty. AH! This is incest," her pussy flexed at the word. "This is so dirty but I'm so fucking wet."
She pulled back, holding my head in her hands and breathed "Can you fuck me doggystyle?"
I was surprised she even felt she had to ask.
"Get on the floor," I said and her face lit up.
She rose off my body and sank to the ground getting on all fours. She flipped her hair, looking back at me and wiggled her perfect ass in my direction, asking for my glistening cock.
"Come on, Young Man." She sure did love to tease. "Get over here and fuck your mother!"
Who was I to keep a good woman waiting.
With a lecherous smile, I knelt down, grasping one hand on her ass and the other on my cock. I searched low, finding her lips and pierced her once again in one deep, solid thrust.
Damn it felt good, this woman, my mother, shoving her ass back against me, plunging my rod into her like a devious piston. Each time her ass slapped against my thighs it was met with a vocal and high pitch "Ah! Ah! Ah!" as she pounded back again and again and again.
I grabbed her hips now, meeting her thrusts with my own, hammering her mound without restraint.
I couldn't help but look up at Kelly, her face flushed and her panties pulled to mid thigh as she plunged two fingers in and out of her sopping cunt. Her hand was mauling her freed breast as she bit her lip.
"Oh god Jason, I love your cock! Keep fucking Mommy, Baby! Ah! Just like that!" Never did I expect her to have a voice like this.
I kept my eyes locked on my sister, winking at her as I fucked our mother.
"You like talking dirty, Momma?"
"Yes baby, I do. I fucking love it! I love your big cock in my cunt." I slammed her hard. "AH! Yes Jason!" She lowered her head but kept her ass in the air as my cock pistoned in and out of her. "You are so fucking deep. Oh my god it feels so good."
"You feel good too, Mom. Your pussy is so tight, so fucking wet. Ugh!" I moaned and I drove in deep, holding my cock as deep as I could manage feeling the deep recesses of her body.
I did it again, and again, now taking deep long strokes, savoring every inch that entered then left her steaming body. My speed picking back up, now feeling like a locomotive building pressure; In and out, in and out, in and out.
Each breath she drew was going deeper, drawing out each moment until I was now up to speed. It was rough, hard, just the way she wanted it.
"Oh my god! Oh baby I'm getting close! Momma's gonna come! I'm gonna come on my son's cock!" She cried out, her eyes squeezed shut and mouth agape.
I continued my rhythm, desperately trying to hold off my own climax as she suddenly clamped down on me.
Her body shook, spasms came in wave after wave. Her mouth was opened but was biting down on her fist stifling screams of ecstasy. I could see tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. It was one of the more incredible and erotic things I have ever witnessed.
I slowed my pace, feeling her shudders subside as I still remained sheathed in her now overly stimulated box. She opened her eyes, looked back at me with a smile. Her expression said so much all at once. Slowly she pulled forward and sat up, slipping my still raging cock out of her pussy.
"Holy shit, Jason." She was trying to catch her breath. "That was... that was the best orgasm I think I've ever had..."
Her eyes fell to my state and a twinkle hit her eye.
"Oh baby!" she cooed reaching out and wrapping her hand around my penis. "You still haven't come."
I shook my head. "No, but I'm damn close." To be honest, I was surprised I had held out this long.
She smirked and faced me completely. She leaned back, spreading her legs.
"Would you mind doing it inside me? I want to feel you again so bad." Her pussy was swollen, and wet, and so very inviting.
Smiling, I crawled up her body as she lay down beneath me. She grabbed each leg and held them open from the knees while I positioned my cock at her entrance once more.
"Be gentle," she said. "I'm a little sensitive."
I nodded, looked down and slowly pushed inside her. Her breath caught and body tensed as once more, I was inside my mother. It felt different this time, passionate as I looked down into her eyes and saw her looking back up at me with the same feelings.
She was such an exotic beauty and I was entranced just watching her. The way her skin was flushed, the way her hair fell around her head, the small movements against the carpet as we rocked our bodies against the floor; all culminating to this erotic scene.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to hers in a deep, sensual kiss. Our tongues danced together once more as our bodies moved in unison. So soft and so very delicious. She broke away now, pulling my ear close to her sultry lips and whispered gently... "Come inside me."
My arms swept under her body, locking her legs open and spread as I pushed in deep once more, feeling her clench her vaginal muscles against my cock trying to milk out every drop she could. I knew now I was nearing the end as I felt a familiar churning deep in my loins.
I pushed inside and pulled out, watching my cock enter her over and over. Her pussy enveloping me with each stroke.
"I want you to come, Baby." She panted. "come for mommy..."
Her hips were now rocking too, our pace was increasing.
It was too much, too intense and the pressure began to build.
"Mom," I said. "I'm gonna come..." I said thrusting hard within her.
Her hands snaked around, grabbing my ass, pulling me inside her with each thrust of my hips.
"Fill my pussy, Jason. Give it to me, please!"
"Oh shit! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come inside you!"
Her eyes lit up.
"Do it baby!" she cried. "Come inside me!"
"Ah Fuck!" was all I could manage as I felt the first wave of hot semen rip through my cock and fired deep within her triggering her own taboo climax. Wave after wave of pure bliss washed through me matched by each spurt of my seed.
"Oh Jason!" she cried as she bucked her hips, thrusting herself against me. "Oh baby I can feel it! You're coming in me... my baby's coming in me."
My mother's legs wrapped around me, pinning me inside her as we shuddered together, entwined inside and out. It seemed to last an eternity, but slowly, the world began to settle back into place.
Watery eyes looked back up to me as my mother's hand reached out and caressed my face.
"Thank you," she said. "I can't tell you how long I've needed that."
I held her hand against my face, kissed it and smiled.
"You okay?" I asked.
She nodded, brushing the tears away. "It was really intense." She looked at me deeply. "We gonna be okay?" She asked.
I shrugged. "I don't see why not. I don't think I'll need to visit a shrink if that's what you're suggesting."
She chuckled. "Don't start jumping to conclusions."
This little minx, I thought. I flexed my cock still inside her, and watched her gasp. She smirked and slapped my arm before scooting out from under me.
"Holy shit you two," Kelly's voice called our attention. Her panties were on the floor, one leg still on the armchair as she looked at us. "That was the hottest thing I have ever seen!"
"Thanks?" Mom said with a laugh. I stood up, chuckling myself. Kelly's eyes never left my groin as her fingers traced her exposed nipple.
"You know... I felt a little left out while you two were having all the fun."
I could feel a tension beginning to return to the room.
"Looks to me that you had yourself a good time despite that fact, young lady," our mother said sitting up.
"I did..." she said, "... but I think I may need a little more." She pinched her nipple, hard. "I want to be dirty." Her eyes locked on Jason.
"Honey I don't think..." Mom began.
"You just fucked your son, Mother." Kelly said sternly. "Now I want to be bad too."
Kelly reached down and spread the lips to her shaven pussy, my cock stirred.
"I want to be really bad. I want to be really dirty." She looked up at me as she slipped two fingers into her tight little snatch. "Don't you want to too Jason."
"I..." What the fuck was happening. I hadn't planned this at all.
I looked over at our mother for support but she had a smirk on her face. That same devilish smirk that told me she was up to no good.
She stood and walked over to beside the chair and picked up the discarded camera.
"Well Mr. Photographer," she said with a grin. "I think it's high time you became the subject."
I looked between the two of them, dumbfounded and so incredible turned on. Kelly leaned forward, grabbed my hand and pulled me in front of the chair.
"How 'bout it, Bro?" She reached out and grabbed my semi-flaccid dick. "Wanna get a little dirty?" She leaned forward and gave the head a nice lick.
I stood there speechless, but my cock began to swell in her hand.
"Ohhh!" She said smiling, feeling the growth she created. "I see someone is interested."
She leaned forward again, this time she placed the whole of my cock in her mouth.
"Oh fuck!" I said my hands instantly going to her head for support. She looked up at me, smiled and began to suck.
Her skill was unique, not like our mother's but talented none-the-less. In no time at all, she had my cock up to a full throbbing erection. She pulled herself off and jacked my member, smiling up at me the whole time while I heard the clicking of shutters as my mother captured the whole event.
"I bet you want to fuck me now, don't you?" she said scrunching her nose.
She leaned back, showing me her sopping cunt as she began to finger herself again, all while stroking my cock.
"You don't know how horny you two made me. How fucking hot it was watching the two of you. And you know what? You taught me something about myself. I like to be naughty. I like dirty, nasty things. I like watching a mother fuck her son. I *want* to fuck my brother. I might even fuck Daddy someday. But what I really want to do right now... Is be dirty. Really, really dirty."
She leaned forward again, licking the tip my cock.
"So now, I want you to fuck me.... but not in my pussy." She lifted both legs on the armrest rotating her hips up. "I want our first time to be in my ass."
It took a few moments for what my sister said to register in my mind. I looked to our mother for support, but she was too busy snapping away at the camera offering no means of advice.
"Come here brother," she said, pulling me down by my cock. I felt horny and helpless, all rolled into one as she positioned me at her tight little rosebud.
She let go of my tool and then reached behind me grabbing my ass and pulled forward, urging me into her. My dick was lubed with her spit and ready for entry into the tight crevice of her asshole. She clenched her teeth as her sphincter opened allowing the head of my cock to pop inside.
I have never had anal sex before, every girlfriend or one night stand was repulsed or never even showed any hint of interest. Yet here I was slowly easing inch after inch of my shaft into that taboo of taboos; and she was begging me for more.
"Oh My God, I can't believe my brother's in my ass." Her teeth remained clenched as she began to rub her pussy with her free hand. "Oh fuck, keep pushing Jason."
Slowly, I obliged.
"Come on Big Brother, I want you balls deep. Give me all of it!"
She was tight, tighter than anything I had experienced. It was so different, and so unbelievably naughty. I never expected her to be so kinky... and yet, though it was my first time, it slipped in easier than I would have thought. Slower, but easier. I believe she sensed my confusion.
"Bet my ass feels good around your hard dick. I lubed up my little hole while you and mommy were going at it. Now stop teasing me and-"
Her eyes went wide with a long, primal groan I pushed hard into her in one determined thrust. I felt my pelvic muscles pressing against her pussy, my hairs tickling her lips.
"Fuck! I'm so full! Jesus you are big," She said smiling in surprise as she breathed out her mouth in deep gasps. "Mmmm. Now fuck me Big Brother. Fuck my tiny asshole."
This new level of kink began to light a fire with me and I slowly began to move my hips.
She grunted and groaned and bit her lip in carnal pleasure as my tempo increased.
"You like my ass, don't you Brother?" she cooed.
"Fuck yes I do," I said now slamming harder in her than I should.
"Ah! I bet you would love to fuck Mommy's tight ass too!" Her eyes darted to our photographer who moaned at the thought.
"Oh god yes! I'd have sex with you two any way I can!"
"I bet you would. I bet you'd like to fuck her while you eat my pussy, wouldn't you?"
I grunted approval and grabbed her hips.
"Or maybe even fuck me from behind while I eat her out?" She was watching our mother now who risked her own hand to rub her pussy as she watched her children fuck.
Kelly's hand had become a blur, rubbing against her pussy as I pumped in and out of her. Her eyes began to open wide as she grunted and bared her teeth.
"Fuck! Jason you're gonna make me cum!" She cried now tightening her ass; my time was running short as well.
"Oh God! Oh Shit!" Her voice was rising in pitch until: "I'm... I'm coming!"
Her body tensed and stretched, convulsing around my cock as she writhed in beautiful agony. Her hands gripping the armrests, threatening to pull the fabric off as her orgasm pulsated through her body, all while I continued to thrust within her constricting hole, and it had finally become too much.
"Oh fuck Sis, I'm gonna come again!"
Her eyes opened wide.
"Come on us! Come on both of us Jason!" She cried hoping off my dick and moving to the floor, tossing her tank top to the side. Without being asked, Mom quickly joined her setting the camera on the bed.
Both women knelt below me, naked and sweaty, their bodies pressed together and leaning against the bed. I stood over them, my muses, my partners in crimes of the most perverse, and grabbed my cock, ready to release my seed on their heaving breasts.
They both toyed with their pussies, pinching their nipples, so very alike mother and daughter. I couldn't keep them waiting.
My hand wrapped around my abused cock and squeeze. I could feel the torrent coming the moment I began to jack my hand along its length. They sat below me in lustful anticipation, until suddenly, my dam burst.
I felt the first gush fire and splash across my sister chest, the second across my mother's. Round after round left me, more than I thought was possible until finally, my legs felt weak and I collapsed in the wingtip chair, spent and drained.
Both Mom and Kelly tasted my sperm, swallowing tiny droplets from their fingertips. Just then, an idea hit me.
With unknown energy, I sprang from the chair and grabbed the camera off the bed. I looked at both women, now kneeling below me skin flushed, sweaty, and speckled with ropes of my sperm. Both sets of eyes looking up at me with a satisfied wanton look.
I took one final photo.
"You two are incredible," I said, turning the camera off for the night. "Without a doubt, this was the best shoot I've ever had."
They both laughed, and I hate to admit, I too chuckled at my own joke as I grabbed my pants.
"Thanks for asking me to help," Kelly said, stretching out with her hands over her head.
"You bet," I replied, pulling my pants up, forgoing any underwear. "I can't wait for the reshoots."
Both girls stopped and turned to each other.
"Reshoots?" Mom asked.
"Mmm-hmmm." I picked up my shirt and slipped it on. "Missed a lot of pictures in the end there, so we will have to make them up to finish the set. How's next weekend sound?"
Kelly's eyes went wide and her nipples began to harden at the thought of it. Mom in the mean time sighed deeply, shaking her head.
"I don't think that's a good idea," she said, draining the color from Kelly's face. "Your father will be back by then... How about tomorrow?"
My grin must have been ear-to-ear.
"That's perfect for me."
"Me too!" Kelly chimed in.
"Good." She rose and started to cross to the restroom, pausing at the doorway. "Oh, and Jason?"
I looked up.
"The pictures?"
"Yeah?"
"Make sure to copy them all to your computer tonight and delete them off the camera. Wouldn't want your father taking them to China now would we?"
I smiled. "You got it, Mom."
She turned to leave but stopped, her hand tapping on the doorframe.
"Actually," she began "Leave the last one on the camera. He is gonna have a long week, after all," she said with a devilish smirk before closing the door behind her.
The End.
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Title: Odd Mates Redone part 2 by Sindragon
Tags: Crossover, Eve, Falling for a lioness, Human, Kate, Lilly, Lion King, Lioness, Nala, No-Yiff, Winston, Wolf, alpha and omega, garth, humphrey, tony
**Odd Mates**
**This is a Crossover with Alpha and Omega and Lion King**
**While also a kinda of a crossover with my Falling for a Lioness.**
**Kind of a A/U version of my Falling for a Lioness series that im rewriting.**
**This story is set after then end of Falling for a Lioness,were news is founded out about me living with Lions. To help raise money to use as protection for the Pride lands ,I agreed with Nala to go to raise money in chat shows about my life with the pride.**
**But in the air above Canada, the Aeroplane crashed into Jasper park. Were we found by Humphrey and co. What will happen to me and Nala with the Wolfs of Jasper park.**
**Aplha and Omega and all the charters are own by Lion Gate.**
**Nala and Lion king and charters are own by Disney.**
**Stuart any Oc and Falling for a Lioness is own by me.**
**Chapter 2 Warming Up**
It had token a while for the 4 Wolfs,to carry me and Nala up the hills to their home in the caves. So the could ask Winston, Tony and Eve on what they should do with us.
" Damn this Cat heavy." Humphrey said while gasping for breath,from carrying Nala over the rough ground.
" Oh be quite ,Humphrey we are nearly there." Garth said to the Omega wolf,annoyed at his whining voice.
"Ok Barth." Humphrey said in teasing way,knowing he hated that name with a passion.
"It Garth" Garth replied back snaring, at Humphrey at the stupid nickname.
"Boys." Both Lilly and Kate said in a annoyed tone,not wanting to have a headache from their yelling.
After few more moments of yelling from the girls to the boys. Telling them to stop it or they both would be sleeping out of the den for a while. Causing the both of them to shut up,but still sending death glares at each other. Soon they got to the cave home of Kate and Lilly parents. Winston and Eve themselves were standing outside chatting to Tony, as they then spotted their kids walking up to them.
" Kate ,Lilly how did,the hunt go wait?. Why did your bring a HUMAN and a Cat here?" Winston asked his daughters with confusement and anger,that they would bring certain threats into their home.
Causing the 4 younger Wolfs to flinch a bit in fear,to the ex leader words. As they carefully put my and Nala body's on to the floor to speak to them.
"Well ad you see we were having a brake before the hunt,when we then heard a loud noise." Kate said, as she started of the story off.
" We then look up and found out that the sound, came from a large flying thing falling out the sky."Garth said ,as he carried on the story from Kate.
" It then crashed into the forest, an then we went to check what it was. To see the thing destroyed with a lot of dead Humans around it." Lilly said in a sad tone, remembering the amount of lost life.
Even though they were Humans, it still was never nice to see something like that.
" I then found these 2 in the mess, so we decide to help them out." Humphrey add in his two bits.
" So Mum and Dad, we decide to take them home with us. So you can chose, what to do with them." Kate explained as she then finished off the ,story to her parents.
The 3 ex leaders all look at each other, before coming to a decision . As Winston spoke for the 3 to,their family members.
" We will wait for them to wake up and then chat to them. To see if they are a danger to the pack or not." Winston said to them.
**1 Hour later**
Nala gasp in pain as she woke up,groaning in pain as she tried to work out what had happen.
" My head. " Nala moaned deeply in pain,as she then open her eyes.
Only for her to look in shock,at the new environment around her. She was in a cave ,how did she get hear? Wait were Stuart was he ok?. Nala thought in a worried tone,she then turn her head to see what she believed were a type of Hyenas. As she tried to stand up,while snaring darkly at the Wolfs.
" Wooo easy their Miss,we mean no harm." Winston said calmly, trying to keep the peace between them.
" Who are you,were am I . Wait what did you do to my MATE?" Nala asked in angrily tone,as she then spotted me out cold .
Causing her temper to grow with hatred for them,thinking they had hurt me. As she put her injured body over me,as protection for me.
" Woo wait their Miss,we done nothing to him. Our children found you and your uhhhh mate out cold. " Winston said to Nala a bit offend at her outburst.
"Sorry im very protective of him." Nala said to Winston, while filling a bit guilty for her outburst.
" That ok, but if you don't mind me asking what are you. An why did you and your mate end up in my clan territory." Winston asked Nala,trying to work out is she and I was a danger to them.
" Well my name is Nala and im a Lioness of the Pride Lands Pride. An this Human is Stuart is my mate and we were heading to a place called New York. To go on a chat show,what I believe Humans call it." Nala said explaining her story, on what had happen before the Aeroplane went boom. While nuzzling my face,glad to see that I was alive. Do to seeing my chest going up and down.
" Well my name is Winston and this Eve my mate and we are Wolfs." Winston explained to Nala before telling her everyone els name.
As they all gave a quick speech about themselves,with Nala replying to them all. Soon Nala was getting tired as she let out a small yawn,while looking for a place for us to rest.
"Well Nala you can use the spare cave,for you and your mate. We will then introduced you and your mate to the pack tomorrow." Winston said to Nala in a kind tone
Nala gave him a quick thank you as they help her,take me to the cave. Before leaving us alone,as Nala warp her body around me to keep me warm.
" Sleep tight my love" Nala sad to me before,falling a sleep with me.
**End of Chapter 2**
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Title: Loonatics Unleashed: The Perfect Specimen Part I: Duck by RikuHeartfire
Tags: Duck, Experiments, Gay, Loonatics, M/M, Slam, ace, rev, tech
Inside the fortress of the superhero team known as the Loonatics, Tech walks down the corridor, thinking to himself. "My new invention should work this time. The last misconception really made it difficult to find the problem. But I think I got it..." He stops to a mechanical door before rubbing his chin "I'll just need some DNA samples from a few of the guys." He grinned and knocked on the youngest and shortest of the members; Duck.
"Uh...Duck? Are you busy?" the fowl was admiring himself at a mirror with a green cape tied along his neck "Are you kidding? I'm trying to come up with a name here!" Tech rolled his eyes and smirked, walking closer to him, "Dancing Duck? Super Duck! Manful Duck! Daf-!!!" Just at that moment, Tech grabbed Duck and kissed him forcefully. Duck's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates as he witnessed what was happening, Tech pulled away and grinned as he held the other by the shoulders. "Instead of coming up with a name, why don't you help me with something?" Duck was in a state of trance before he shook his head rapidly, returning to reality. He blinked "Wha-who what!? Oh...sure I don't mind at a- WHAT THE HELLWAS THAT ABOUT!?" Tech blinked and grinned sheepishly "Ah... well I had to do something to shut you up. Now uh... how do I put it...For my Molecular Degeneration Cloning Device. I need a DNA sample from each of you in order for it to work but the type of DNA I need is...well..."
Tech pointed downwards to Duck's groin in which Duck took several seconds just to figure out what he meant. He gasped as a light blush appeared on his beak "Y-y-you mean...m..my my...?" Tech nodded and took out a small clear vial. "That's right, your semen. It's the only way it will work. Blood doesn't seem to be the requirement if you know what I mean."Tech pointed downwards to Duck's groin in which Duck took several seconds just to figure out what he meant. He gasped as a light blush appeared on his beak "Y-y-you mean...m..my my...?" Tech nodded and took out a small clear vial. "That's right, your semen. It's the only way it will work. Blood doesn't seem to be the requirement if you know what I mean." Duck backed up against his mirror as he tried to put the conversation to another subject, he grabbed one of his pictures (with him on it) and held out a pen "Heheh...do you want an...autograph instead? It can last forever...!" Tech tilted his head "Mmm...No. Id rather take your cum." Tech smirked and used his Acme Clothes Disintergrator on Duck that made his latex suit and cape disappear! (only his underwear was left) He closed his legs with a deep blush "Aren't you the pushy type..!?" Tech smirked and stripped down to his bare self as Duck's eyes tried not look down, he averted by trying to look at Tech's face yet his eyes slowly wandered down to his groin he stopped and stared with a gulp. Tech crossed his arms "Lookin at something? I can't help but notice somethings attracted you." Duck shook his head rapidly then looked back to Tech "What?! Uh...no why w-would you think that?" Tech grinned then gripped Ducks groin firmly "Well... because this looks like it's happy to see me..." Duck blushed even deeper as Tech slowly peeled down Duck's underwear, exposing his avian cock right in front of Tech. He grinned and slowly lapped along its head before gulping it down his throat. Duck nearly jumped as his eyes widened, he panted and laid his hand on Tech's head "Ooh...y'know I always...said you had a big mouth...!"
Tech looked up and smirked as he pulled off, a bit of the others pre came on his nose "Your lucky, we coyotes don't just eat road runners..." He continued to suckle of Duck as he thought a bit to the statement and shivered. Tech pulled away with a growl as he laid on the bed, he spread his legs, his fully erected cock throbbed. "Why don't you put that cock of yours to good use?" Duck grinned and teleported to Tech as he held his legs "You don't need to tell me twice!" with that, Duck slipped his cock inside Tech's hole slowly as Tech yipped and groaned as it slid in deeper. Duck grinned and slowly began to thrust in and out of the coyote's hole, coating his inner tunnels in sticky pre cum before he pulled out "Heey...how bout we...try different positions?"
Tech blinked and licked his lips "Took you long enough to ask..." He grinned. Afterwards, Tech and Duck begin experimenting different positions, until Tech is flat against the bed while Duck thrusts inside him, Tech groans and gasps "D...Duck..! im gonna...!" The fowl slowed down his pace before he shoved his entire length inside Tech's warm hole, Tech's eyes widened as he knew that signal "No! If he cums inside of me I wont get the sample I need!" He quickly pulled away before grabbing Duck's cock and slipping the tip of the vial to the slit of his cock, Duck clenched and arched his back as he shot his load inside the glass container.
Tech grinned as his own throbbing cock spurted pre, he pulled the vial away as Duck continued to spurt, he licked his lips and closed his eyes as cum shot along his face and neck, he stood up and took his suit onto the hook of his arm. Duck fell backwards, panting hard as he looked up to Tech "Well now. Thanks for the sample! Catch you later Duck." Duck blinked and looked around before crawling "W-wait a second! Tech! What about my clothes?!" He was too late, the door mechanically shut. "Oh well...Gotta improvise." Duck grabbed his cape and covered himself with it. | FSE |
Title: Lady and the Tramp II: Buster Gets His New Bitch by SHIPPO
Tags: Age Difference, Anal, Angel, Blowjob, Buster, Canine, Cocker Spaniel, Cub, Cum, Cum Bath, Disney, Doberman, Domination submission, Domination/Submission, Forced, Impregnation, Incest, Knot, Lady and the Tramp, M/F, N/C, Oral, Pup, Rape, Scamp, Semi NC, Sex, Tie, Tramp, Vaginal, Watersports, lady, pomeranian
Buster grins as a small Pomeranian identical to her mother Angel down to the very last detail walks out into the backyard. All of her features resemble her mother in every way which makes Buster lick his chops, his eyes looking over the young pup. The pup was confused as to why she had to live with him but Tramp had told her that she belongs to the Doberman now as she walks over to the large breed and sits next to him nervously. Angel looks on sadly as she had merely put on a show of wanting Buster and to be filled by him in hopes he would be happy with his bitch but now realizes one of her own daughters, of which Scamp was the father of, was going to be his new bitch. She wanted to pull away but Tramp had her fully convinced that this was the best option; otherwise she would have to go live with Buster again and be his bitch once more.
Seeing the Pomeranian milf distracted, the greyish mutt took it upon himself to pick her up by the scruff of her neck before dropping her in front of the Doberman, his shaft poking out from his sheathe in arousal.
"Angel is going to be your bitch as well but only temporarily till her daughter is old enough to handle and breed, you got it?!" he then growls at Buster. The Doberman looked at Tramp, a bit stunned before grinning down at Angel who caused her to whimper and try to get away. Tramp manages to stop her, looking down at the confused Pomeranian.
"This wasn't part of the deal Tramp!" She cries out as the mutt drags her back to Buster. Both males were now aroused as Buster wraps his paw around her, slipping her collar off and tossing it onto the grass.
"Sorry Angel, but I'm your dad here and I make the rules." Tramp replies as he notices Buster's member emerging from his sheathe and smirks. Buster grins as he holds the Pomeranian milf's neck in his jaws, his tip glistening with pre and prods at her spade. Angel whimpers and squirms, knowing Buster was going to rape her all over again but this time was at the mercy of his powerful jaws. Tramp scoots Angel's daughter back into the house, grinning to himself all the while.
"Run along inside and get ready to leave, my dear. Buster and your mother have some catching up to do right now." The mutt mutters to her softly. Angel's daughter nods and runs inside, leaving her mother to be raped by the large Doberman that she was going to be living with. Tramp smirks as he watches Buster mount Angel and thrust into her abused spade, hearing her whine and whimper. Buster lets out a growl as he jabs his thick rod inside his bitch, hearing her yelp each time his tip jabs into her cervix and spurts hot pre inside her. Angel closes her eyes as Buster continues to breed her, hearing her daughter walking back out into the yard and ready to live with Buster. She immediately opens her eyes in shock as her daughter watches Buster breeding her with innocent eyes.
"Why is Buster on top of my mother, Tramp?" She asks innocently. Tramp looks down and gently pats her on the head.
"You'll understand in time, sweetie." The mutt replies, knowing what awaits her in that time. Angel whimpers more in sheer horror as her daughter was now witnessing her own mother being dominated by a larger canine and isn't able to do anything to help. Buster starts panting heavily as his swollen knot pops inside Angel, locking himself inside her while he gives sharp thrusts as his large black orbs begin to churn. Angel shakes her head, not wanting her daughter to see her being filled by a male she does not want inside her but knows once he was knotted inside her, it was inevitable. She cries out as Buster gives one final, violent thrust and feels his hot viral seed flooding her tunnel and into her fertile womb, feeling her belly starting to expand form the sheer amount being poured into her. Her daughter just watched as Buster fully claimed her mother as his bitch and wonders how much more her mother could take from the looks of her expanding belly. She then watched as Buster's knot shrunk and slipped out of her mother's used sex, still trying to understand what she witnessed.
Buster then grabs Angel who swung from his muzzle and preceded out of the yard, his other Pomeranian bitch following behind. Angel's daughter, Luna was trying to figure out what was going on and why her mother was whimpering, crying like how she was before the both disappear out of the yard and down the block.
Meanwhile, Scamp wandered about the house feeling a bit in need of some mating. As he wandered, he found his mother sleeping and decided he wanted her again and wasn't going to take no for an answer. He grabs her by the collar with his teeth, making sure not to wake her just yet as he drags her into the room where he had fist mated with her and Angel. After dragging his mother into the center of the room, he walks back towards the door and shuts it with both his front paws and stuffing a small but thick pillow underneath to act as a sturdy doorstop in case his mother tried to open the door herself. He taps his mother's head, waking her up. Lady groans as her eyes slowly opened to her son looking at her like he had before when he trapped Angel and herself inside this very room.
She slowly circles around her son, watching him circle as well and mimicking her every step. She turns and makes a break for the door, trying her best to open it but was unable to due to the makeshift doorstop impeding her. Frightened, she turns back around to see Scamp inching closer to her.
"You belong to me now, Mother. You're my bitch till Angel gets back" He grumbles, only have agreed with his father after having been promised he could breed his mother whenever and however he wanted, even getting her pregnant. Lady tries to run only to be against the jammed door. She looks around and remembered there was a doggy door installed within that door and quickly dashes thru it, kicking away the pillow. As she ran, she could not believe how Scamp was turning into father. Scamp finally was able to pin her down, jabbing his throbbing dog meat into her spade and thrusts rather roughly which causes Lady to whimper and squirm with discomfort.
"Ow! Scamp! Please stop! You're hurting me!" She whimpers pleadingly. Scamp just utters a growl as he bites her neck, hearing her yelp in a mix of pain and a hint of pleasure.
"Quiet, bitch! You will learn to like it!" he replies after letting go of his mother's neck. He continues to thrust inside his mother and being true to his word, she began to lose the fight and couldn't fight any longer. She began to moan like slut like she did with Jock and Trusty, pleading her son to breed her harder and faster. Scamp not only obliged his whoring mother but he also flipped her over onto her back, thrusting like his life depended on it. He leaned down and licked over his mother's perked teats, causing her to moan louder in pleasure while he stood over her.
All the while, Tramp watched from a nearby window with a hard on that could be seen as his three daughters worked it over, their tongues covering every throbbing inch of his member as their snatches twitched in arousal. Tramp shudders as one of his daughters takes his tip into her muzzle and begins to bob her head slightly while her sisters licked his swelling knot and fuzzy grey orbs. Angel's other two daughters watched on as Tramp's hips start to thrust slightly before filling his middle daughter's muzzle with his seed. The two watched their aunts licking the other clean and then look towards them, seeing the whole display as a game. Tramp reveals a sly grin as he admires their innocence, knowing what they saw was how they were to properly act.
Back at the junkyard, Buster releases Angel only to pin her down with his large member prodding at her spade. She yelps as he forcibly enters her, growling and grunting with a mix of moans as he thrusts painfully into his whimpering and crying bitch. She pleads with him to stop as she was so very tired and very sore form the all-day breeding session she had been forced to endure; all the while wondering when Scamp would come to her rescue, not believing that he'd allow this to happen.
Truth be told, Scamp did not want this to happen, but he had already agreed with his father in exchange to breed his mother as much as he wants while his mate Angel is gone her tight walls making him moan out his mother's name, his knot spreading her sex and hearing her howl in pleasure as a response while her hips buck wildly against his thrusts while moaning out his name as well. He begins to whimper and pant loudly as his puppy orbs begin to churn, slowly ascending before he howls in sheer bliss, flooding his horny mother's sex and into her fertile womb. He felt his mother shudder as she climaxes as well, her ribbed walls gripping and massaging his throbbing meat, drawing every bit of viral seed into her inner sanctum. Both lovers pant as the passionately kiss each other, their tongues exploring each other's mouths; Scamp had completely forgotten about his own mate as he was lost in the moment of passion with his own mother.
Buster lets out a low murr as he leans over Angel.
"I'm going to breed you till you're too bloated to walk and then I'm going to mark you and your daughter as my bitches!" As he feels his climax upon him, he motions his other bitch, Luna to come over before he pulls out of Angel's snatch. He lets out a howl as he cums hard all over Luna, soaking and drenching her in his seed. "Ahhh much better. Now to mark you in another way." He chuckles. Angel whimpers,
"Please don't do that to her!! Just do it to me!" She pleads to him as he stood over her daughter, hind leg raised. Buster didn't listen and instead begins to mark Luna as his bitch in urine and then turns his attention to Angel, his yellow stream trailing and hitting Angel. Buster lets out a sigh as he finishes and walks to his resting place, leaving both his bitches drenched in his seed and urine.
To be continued...???
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Title: Bells
Tags: interracial sex, tantra
Deserea looked out the car window feeling slightly dazed. She sat very still trying to keep the tiny gold bells that hung from her necklace, bracelets, anklets and earrings still. Every time she shifted the slight "ching" reminded her of the other bells on the belt that circled her slender hips just above her mons and those that dangled unseen from the silk loops around her erect nipples. These, in turn, would remind her of the narrow oxblood silk band that ran down over her sex, up between her buttocks and down front and back over the metal-lace. With her full, kissable lips painted to match her breechcloth and the rest of her professionally made up face, Deserea would have felt very sexily turned out under the concealing caftan if only she wasn't sitting in the back seat of her parents' Jaguar. They were going to a party, a party of her parents' friends, a party of middle-aged professional people and she was dressed like a fantasy harem girl!
Unable to remain perfectly motionless, each small squirm or shift she made rubbed the rough silk against her newly bare pussy or pulled on the captured nipples of her C-cup breasts. The arousing sensations fought with her embarrassment and left her feeling oddly conflicted about the coming evening. She was repelled, yet increasingly excited by the thought that her parents, of all people, regularly attended "that" kind of party and that they were compelling their only daughter to accompany them. Who would have thought that dropping out of college could have such an unsettling result?
Deserea had dreaded breaking the news to her mother at Winter Break that there was no returning to the prized university she'd attended the previous fall. Still, her mother had almost always been patient and understanding with the angst Deserea had managed to display in excessive amounts all of her life and so she'd hoped that the plea of "personal, really personal, reasons" would be sufficient. It wasn't. At rare times the patient and understanding mother she was used to would suddenly be replaced with a figure that seemed more like an avatar of Gaia or the Mother Goddess herself. Victoria Smyth-Jefferson would lift her chin, raise one eyebrow and drive a lightning glance from her golden eyes into Deserea's dark brown ones and suck truth out of the girl.
And so she'd been forced to explain that she'd fallen with "the wrong crowd". Not a bad crowd, mind, just . . . the wrong one. It was a crowd where the girls spent all their waking hours either trying to hook up with boys or telling, usually in the most unflattering terms possible, about the boys they'd hooked up with the previous night or weekend. And those unflattering terms they used on the boys were, Deserea had to admit, perfectly apt! The entire bunch seemed to consist of losers and users and not much else and Des simply could not return. It wasn't her lost virginity that mattered so much but that it had happened so trivially. That hurt.
"You do know that one of the reasons you were sent to a Catholic girls' high school was the hope that you would get enough theoretical knowledge of sex from the older students to protect yourself from this sort of thing?" Victoria queried.
"Uh, I guess I never thought of it that way, Mother," came the trembling reply.
Deserea pushed out a full, lush lower lip in hopes of sympathy but began to suspect that she wasn't going to get any. It was the way her mother's impressive cleavage rose and fell along with the tapping of the elegant long nails on the onyx desktop that made the girl's stomach start to butterfly.
"But at least I haven't caught anything or gotten pregnant!"
Victoria's face softened just a bit. "I suppose that is something in your favor but I am disappointed that you chose to play with boys rather than meeting men. We shall have to correct your view of the opposite sex, child, before you reach womanhood."
Her mother reached out and gently took Deserea's dark jaw in her caramel-colored hand and lifted the girl's eyes back to her own.
"And just what kind of woman will my little girl become, hmmm? We will have to give that some thought, your father and I."
The next morning Deserea was sitting in one of their Maloof rockers sipping a morning espresso as her father prepared to leave for the law firm where he was a senior partner. Charles Smyth-Jefferson wore his tailored three-piece suit and Borsolino hat the way a lesser man might wear an ermine-trimmed robe and crown. It was, in addition to a world-class intellect, the almost overwhelming confidence he radiated that had sent him sky-rocketing to the pinnacle of his profession and of the city's social order. Why he had no ambition for political office baffled many but in the face of the man's sometimes withering glance, none had dared to ask. Now he turned his gaze onto his youngest child.
"You and your mother are going out today," he rumbled with crisp diction, "and whatever she decides to do, you will not question nor will you argue. Understood?"
"Yes, Daddy!" Deserea adored her tall, dark, broad-shouldered sire and from infancy had simply accepted as natural law anything he said. Whatever he and her mother had in mind for their daughter was now going to happen and she would simply have to endure it, no matter how unpleasant it might be. Deserea felt that she had screwed up badly and was going to have to pay for her errors.
She was surprised to discover, when her mother came downstairs that punishment didn't seem to be in the offing. "There will be a Gathering tomorrow evening and you will accompany us," Victoria announced between bites of fresh croissant. "Therefore you and I will spend the day in preparation. A visit to Mario & Gina's is in order and then we will go shopping." Mario & Gina's? The most exclusive day spa in the southern half of the state? Deserea knew her father was very well-off but had no idea that her mother could loll away the hours is so decadent a manner.
And apparently Victoria was a regular at the spa because they were welcomed warmly and by name upon arrival. Deserea, especially, was the center of comment and compliment by the attentive staff. She was beginning to feel that perhaps nothing "terrible" was going to happen to her, after all.
The visit began with a sit in the sauna where the heat and steam began to relax the girl from her earlier anxiety; though sharing the hot room and cedar benches with her naked mother was a little disturbing, at first. Where Deserea was sylph-like and slender, her mother was deep bosomed and broad hipped, a perfect and perfectly luscious size 16. Other women might have wanted to reduce that size but Victoria, once nude, swayed like an ancient Hindu temple dancer, her DD breasts bouncing liquidly and her flexed thighs seeming always about to break into the most lascivious dance imaginable.
After the sauna came a facial, a manicure and pedicure, the hair relaxation and installation of a long braid so that her locks now came clear down to the dimples above her ass. This was followed by a whole body Brazilian waxing! The sharp sensation of every hair below her eyebrows being pulled both hurt and stimulated the girl. So did the amazing thought that her mother; her mother, was smooth "down there" and apparently had been for years. Victoria then announced that for the finale, a long massage was in order. The attendant's fingers worked magic up and down Deserea's spine sending her into a languid sense of relaxation. The little Vietnamese masseuse then rolled the girl onto her back and worked her magic on the front side for a while until, when it seemed that she was finished, she casually reached down and gave Deserea's large, dark nipple a slow, twisting pull.
"No, no! I don't go that way!" protested the girl, but her mother's voice cut her complaint off in mid-stream.
"Des, Jasmine is the best there is and worth whatever tip she wants. Today it seems she wants you . . . so lie back and enjoy!" Remembering her father's orders to neither question nor argue, the girl apprehensively did as directed. To her astonishment, Jasmine unzipped her crisp, white uniform and, letting it drop to the floor, stood completely nude. Climbing up onto the massage table she lay full length on Deserea's body, pressed her lips against Des' and forced her tongue between them. Between fierce kisses she took the girl's breasts in both oily, slippery hands and began to twist, tug and knead her nipples until they stood straight up. As Jasmine writhed atop her, an electrifying warmth spread down Deserea's body to the joining of her thighs until she clawed at the small woman's back and her juices began to flow. The moisture combined with the massage oil and the masseuse's own fluids to make an exquisitely slippery blend that only added to the girl's heat. Blood rushed into her nether regions and out of her brain as she let go of all thought and released herself to glorious sensation, panting and moaning with desire. After squeezing, pulling and slapping the mahogany globes back and forth, Jasmine next sat up, spread Deserea's unresisting thighs wide, lifted one over her shoulder and slid between them. Scooting forward and displaying remarkable flexibility, the panting masseuse managed to seize an erect nipple in her mouth (and bite down hard enough to make the girl cry out) thrust her hips up and down, pounding Deserea in a frenzy of frottage.
"Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh! Ahhhhhhh . . .!" they screamed in duet as the orgasm swept over them and subsided into whimpers of relief.
"My little chocolate bar, you really are the most delicious thing," Jasmine purred when they both regained their breath.
She pulled a light blanket over Deserea and let her slip into happy slumber. Just as the girl drifted off, she heard Jasmine leer and quietly announce, "Now I'm going to have your mother!"
Over lunch, both women regarded each other with satisfied smiles as Victoria explained,
"You see, dear, this nonsense of gay vs. straight is unnatural. The terms 'homosexual' and 'heterosexual' didn't even exist until the late 19th Century and the prejudice against same-sex contact didn't exist until the 14th. No one even knows how it came about. Other mammals and many birds swing both ways and there is no reason why people shouldn't as well. I love your father dearly but wouldn't want to give up Jasmine for all the tea in China . . . or Vietnam, as the case may be."
"Does Jasmine understand all this?" queried her daughter. "She seems to be kind of . . . single-minded?"
"Theoretically she does," responded Victoria "but not personally, not yet. I'm just waiting for the proper moment to turn your father loose on her. That will convince her, let me tell you! He is the most delightfully virile man . . . And now, let's go shopping!" The shopping, it turned out, was to be done in the local Little India part of town in a shop that looked like many others, full of brass tables, carved elephants and gewgaws of many sorts. Ms. Smyth-Jefferson hardly slowed down upon arrival, as a cell phone call from the Jaguar had the proprietor waiting for them at the door. He bowed them into a cool, dark inner room and brought out black, velvet lined boxes of what looked superficially like the brass belly-dance jewelry in the front but which gleamed with that unmistakable quality of real, high-carat gold.
"These are just what I want, Rajeev," Victoria murmured, "Visually, that is. However, the sound must be right as well. They will be no good for dancing if they only rattle and tinkle a bit. We must be able to hear them ring!"
"Ah, Ms. Smyth-Jefferson that is a problem I knew you would be concerned about and which I have, after some investigation, solved." Mr. Singh smiled through his black, curly mustache and beard. He opened another box. "Here," the man offered, "We have bells that are of true instrument quality bronze but which have been plated with 22 carat in just the correct amount to make them gleam but not with so much as to dampen the sound. Listen!" Rajeev took out a string of the little bells and holding them up near his turban, shook them gently. Deserea felt that somehow a band of fairies had wandered into the shop just after them. Ching-a-ching! The sound was brilliant, nearly intoxicating.
"For a most reasonable fee, we can substitute all the original little tinklers with these real bells and the effect should be electrifying."
"Rajeev, you are a complete scoundrel and the greatest salesman on the planet! Fortunately, you are unique, as well. If there were many more like you Charles would take away all my credit cards and I would have to work for my money!" Victoria smiled.
"Please do as you suggest but make sure they are delivered tomorrow morning, eh? We will want the necklace, a 34" belt, two different sets of earrings and matching bracelets and anklets. And just put it on the house tab. Charles knows what I'm doing today so it won't come as any surprise when the bill hits the bank."
"Madam," the jeweler intoned as he bowed, "Your wish is our command. Expect a currier no later than 9:00 am. That should give you plenty of time for tomorrow evening."
Deserea sat quietly in the car as they returned home. Deciding that a comment was neither a question nor an argument she blurted out, "Mommy, you just dropped over $130,000 in hand-wrought gold!"
The answer came as a sigh. "Deserea, my love, it simply has never sunk into your lovely little head just how good a lawyer you father really is, has it? He can easily take off for weeks to fly-fish with his friends and the retainers fees from people and businesses who want to make sure he's on their side can support us in luxury. Remember the York Financial collapse and settlement, the one with that horrifying number of zeros in the total value? Your father's fee for managing to salvage the company and satisfy the creditors, (without hurting anyone's pension fund, may I add) came to 1%. If he handed over the firm to McAllister and retired this afternoon we could continue to live the same way we do now and still be richer next year than we are today. Yes, I know exactly how much I spent and so will Daddy. We also know exactly what we're doing. What did he tell you this morning, neither question nor argue?"
"Yes, mother," replied her daughter and that was the last word.
As the memories faded, the Jaguar pulled up and parked in an almost painfully respectable neighborhood. The Smyth-Jefferson's disembarked and strolled casually to a house that was distinguished for its subtle Japanese landscaping and for its forecourt that completely obscured the front door. When the door was opened, the reason became obvious as before them; laughing with delight and clad in not one stitch more than Deserea had on under her caftan was Elizabeth Oppenheimer, her Advanced Placement English teacher. Ms. Oppenheimer was notorious for her insistence on proper deportment in the classroom and the sight of her near-naked body almost made Deserea faint. Not that there was anything wrong with the body. It seemed that under her severe blouses and skirts, Ms. Oppenheimer kept herself fit and trim, but still . . . her teacher?
"Darlings, you've arrived at last! We're so very glad to see you!"
With a ringing flurry of her own bells, Ms. Oppenheimer launched herself into Charles' arms and planted a long, hard kiss on his mouth while running her hands down his neck and across his shoulders.
Deserea remembered her mother's admonition, "At the Gathering you will be greeted by every member with a kiss and a caress. It will be neither a clumsy grope nor an impassioned fondling, it will be an affectionate caress and you will either respond in kind or with a little flirting. I normally use the former on the women and the latter on the men but the choice is yours."
Charles' obviously shared his wife's preferences, for he returned Ms. Oppenheimer's touch by running his hands slowly down her ribs to her waist and bare hips, lingering there until the hostess turned her attention to Victoria. The women embraced warmly, stroking the undersides of each other's left breasts to more tinkling and then her previously fierce and stern teacher turned her attention to Deserea.
"Dearest little Deserea! It's wonderful to see you here. Now quick, out of that cover and let me see your body."
Stunned, the girl unzipped the caftan with shaking hands and handed it to her mother who was already out of hers. Now all three women stood regarding each other wearing nothing but makeup, jewelry and a silk band between their thighs.
"Lovely, just lovely," murmured Ms. Oppenheimer, "you are obviously your mother's daughter. Where else could you have gotten such elegant breasts and thighs? Turn around and let me see your bottom . . . delightful!" she exclaimed, giving the bare ass a pinch; "My dear, you will be the hit of the evening. Oh, Victoria, did I let you know that Sonya McAllister has brought Justin? She says that he has made good progress in his muscle control and will need a surrogate to complete his training. Perhaps the two of you have already discussed . . .?"
Justin McAllister? Oh, God, no! Her father's major partner's son was the shy, gawky and prodigiously talented captain of their high school's swimming and water polo teams and had been since his sophomore year. All expectations were that the rippling McAllister muscles would be representing the US at the next summer Olympics but for unstated reasons, Justin had shrugged off the multiple offers of athletic scholarships and stayed at home to attend Junior College. And now he was here at the Gathering and there was no way Deserea could avoid being seen by him, nearly naked, in public. Given the probable course of the evening she might even be expected to . . .
Ms. Oppenheimer was still speaking to Deserea, "First, dearest, my name is Elizabeth and that is how you address me. All the women address each other by first name and the men formally. So your mother is Victoria and your father Mr. Smyth-Jefferson. The only exception will be Justin, whom you will mostly keep away from until his training is complete, and Master Harold, our senior adept. Now take your luscious little self outside where the food is and meet everyone else." A gentle push on her butt propelled the girl out into the huge, tree-sheltered yard. She didn't notice that the conversation behind her had dropped in volume but doubled in intensity as the adults conferred.
And as (bad) luck would have it the first people she met under the gas heaters and between the fireplaces were the McAllisters. Sonya was a tiny, birdlike woman whose pixie-ish little breasts still stood high and proud on her ribcage. She was a couple of years older than Deserea's mother and it was almost impossible to believe that this animated sprite was the mother of four strapping sons, of whom Justin was the last. She trilled a happy, Hungarian-accented greeting and kissed the girl soundly, cuddling her face as she did so. Deserea responded in like manner then turned to Angus McAllister. It was obvious where Justin got both his height and his shoulders but where the boy was lean and six-packed, his father was massive. Angus had been a near professional quality rugby player in the UK before coming to the States to attend law school and to end up as senior partner to Mr. Smyth-Jefferson. He still looked as though he could still run over anyone unlucky enough to get between him and the goal. He, too, kissed Dezzie soundly and warmly while running his huge hands down her back and over her buttocks. The girl decided that perhaps a little flirting was in order so she winked and stuck out the tip of her tongue at him before turning with sinking heart to their son.
It was in that moment Deserea realized that just perhaps she wasn't the most put-upon person there. If anything, Justin was more embarrassed and unsure of himself than she was. He tried to kiss her on the mouth but missed, hitting her left eye instead. His attempt at a caress consisted of taking one of her hands in both of his and holding it while gawking at her helplessly. Suddenly her heart went out to him and her loins melted. The poor boy was well known to be very shy outside of a pool and now he stood, flaming with embarrassment, in a backyard of nearly naked women. Worst of all, one of them was his mother! Deciding that firm action was needed here, Deserea took both of Justin's hands and placed one solidly on each of her ass cheeks. Then, throwing her arms around his neck, she pressed her bejeweled body against his and kissed him long and soundly rubbing her gold-adorned nipples across his bare chest. She felt his manhood rise through the baggy pants that all the men seemed to be wearing that night and responded by grinding her pelvis against it. As moisture began to dampen the silk between Deserea's thighs, Sonya gently placed her hands between the young people and pushed them apart.
"None of that, yet, you two," she smiled. "We have a long evening ahead and you two are too important a part of it to be wearing yourselves out so early. I know you are young and vigorous but stamina is what is called for tonight, not enthusiasm!" She took her son's elbow and pulled him off in the direction of a tall, blond Amazon and her even taller red-headed husband while Mr. McAllister, palming Deserea's entire left ass-cheek in one hand, directed her towards a slim, white-haired gentleman sitting in a full lotus position off to one side.
"Master-r-r Har-r-rold," Angus' lowland burr rolled like a well-tuned motorcycle, "May Ah pr-r-sent t' ya Deser-rea Smythe-Jeffer-r-rson."
Master Harold opened his eyes and smiled up at Des. In an incredible, but unconscious demonstration of strength, he smoothly rose to a standing position by merely pushing up from his ankles then stepped forward and took her in his arms.
"Sweet Deserea," he murmured, "the stories of your beauty are completely understated. I don't think any of us had the slightest idea of just how utterly gorgeous you really are. Joining with you will be an honor we will cherish for a long time to come." With that, he put one hand behind her head and one on her bottom and pulled her into the warmest and longest kiss so far. When the clinch finally ended, she was left gasping for breath and the heat that had begun with Justin was like a furnace. She felt the silk between her thighs go from slightly moist to nearly sopping. Her parents' friends, it was turning out, were really hot!
From Master Harold she was handed off to the diminutive Nguyen's, who kissed her together while running their hands over her belly and butt simultaneously. Deserea, feeling both bolder and now quite turned on, squeezed Chelsea's backside in response and slipped her fingers just inside the front of Mark's trousers. That brought a belly laugh from the bespectacled mathematician and an appreciative giggle from his wife.
"Our Novice is really getting into the swing of things, Mark" teased Chelsea, shaking her shoulders to make her jewelry ring, "You'd better get into her early before she's completely worn out!"
"Hush, woman, you've had too much champagne!" Mark chided his elfin wife and turned to Deserea, "Pay her no mind, dear, at a Gathering you only do what you want with whomever you want. This is a sharing, not some crude gangbang."
Deserea blushed. "I began to figure out at the spa that I was being brought here to get laid. Mom was upset with my choice of males at school and I have to admit that I was, too. Now I find out how vast her experience really is. Given how happy she always seems to be, I guess what's good for the goose should be good for the gosling. I was told that Justin was off-limits for some reason but I guess the rest of you are going to do me up properly, except for Daddy, of course."
Chelsea reached up and took each of Deserea's dark breasts in a hand and began to stroke them. "Except for Daddy? Maybe for your first Gathering, dear, but your father's amatory skills are not to be missed, even by his offspring. Eventually you will do just like all the rest of us. You'll walk up to him and purr 'I'm yours' and he will respond 'You're mine' and, believe me, you will be! Just like you will be for every other man here, even Justin in time. And in time you will belong to the women, too, just like you did to Jasmine and just like we all belong to each other. Tonight, though, only the men will sample your abundant delights. Start with Master Harold. He will bring you into the fold the way he has for all of us. Now just one question . . . have you ever been sodomized?"
"Uh, no, I've never had anyone ask me to take it back there," came the reply, "but if someone took it slow . . . "
"No!" Both the Nguyen's were emphatic. "At a proper time, with a proper person you will submit but tonight you will remain a virgin there. We'll pass the word. Now go get some more to eat and meet everyone else. Try it on your own. You know how it's done now."
Between nibbling samosas, slices of rare beef with horseradish, delicate egg rolls, and the crispest and sweetest of baby vegetables in vinaigrette, Deserea exchanged kisses and increasingly intimate caresses with the towering Andersons and the smoldering Ramirez's. She thought that if Sven's phallus matched the rest of his 6'4" Viking build, her pussy was in for a serious workout tonight. As for Raul Ramirez, the Argentine looked ready to tango as well horizontally as he could on his feet. She imagined that neat mustache rubbing her left and right labia while his tongue cha-cha'd up and down the cleft between. By now the champagne and the atmosphere had done their work well. The silk between her thighs was completely wet and she was sure that if anyone had looked, they'd have seen the dark area of damp expanding with each step she took. If only she could get some time alone with Justin . . .
Throbbing, exotic music started from somewhere and Maria Ramirez stepped out into the center of the patio. Flashing her eyes around the group, she began to sway to the beat and to roll her hips while running her hands slowly and sensuously over her torso. Deserea saw that Justin, who had just been told by Victoria to go refill their champagne, was transfixed. Maria saw it too and cocked her head to one side, stuck out just the tip of her tongue and licked her lips at him. Her bells rang louder as her hip rolls grew more lascivious. Justin took a deep breath and drew on deeper layers of duty to refill his and Victoria's flutes. He turned to walk back to her . . . and froze. While the boy was watching the erotic Cuban, Ms. Smythe-Jefferson had unfastened her belt, removed the only piece of cloth she still wore and refastened the belt around her. Utterly naked except for her jewelry, she dropped her chin and raised a predatory eyebrow. Taking her glass from Justin's right hand she pushed him gently down onto a comfortable bench and settled herself across his lap. "Left hand for the alcohol, my darling," she murmured, "and right hand for the lady. You're mine!" She pulled the youth's right hand over to her waiting breast, squeezed it to start him fondling, and took the boy's face in both hands. She opened her mouth and kissed him with such fervor that Deserea thought steam might erupt from his ears.
Her voyeurism was interrupted by a strong pair of hands that firmly grasped the cheeks of her butt then rose to her belt. She felt the clasp being opened and the silk pulled away before her accoster refastened the belt. Master Harold reached around Deserea and pinned her arms to her sides while grabbing a breast in each hand. Her jewelry jingled as he bounced and squeezed the mahogany globes, while rubbing the underside of the darker nipples. The girl slid her hands behind her and fondled his member through the loose trousers. Then, as she felt his right hand descend from her chest to the folds between her thighs, she tugged down on the older man's waistband and thrust her hand inside it to catch hold of his manhood. She leaned against him with arched back and turned her head to look up through half-closed eyes murmuring, "I'm yours."
"Yes, Deserea, you're mine for now. Fortunately the night is young because you have much to learn." His finger slid into her slit and delicately stroked the swollen labia and the clitoris between to bring bell-ringing shudders from her. Squatting down he lifted her in his arms and carried her across the yard to a large cushion near a heater. He put her down and taking her back in his arms kissed her long and hard. He sucked her lips and licked the inside of her mouth until she could hardly stand and hung from him whimpering softly. Again his fingers entered her.
"Yes, you are ready," he smiled, "come."
Slipping his trousers off, Master Harold sat with his legs again crossed in the open lotus. His cock stuck up, hard and glistening. The adept reached over to one of the many dispensers scattered around the yard, removed a packaged condom and handed it to Deserea.
"No one here uses birth control pills, Deserea, as we find they reduce desire. Instead a large supply of these provides sufficient safety. Put it on me, please. Then sit on my lap facing me. We will ride the Wave."
Doing as instructed, the girl spread her nether lips with eager fingers to accept him and in a single movement dropped onto him. "Ooooooh . . . ", she moaned, and closed her eyes. All her suspicions were confirmed. She had been brought to the Gathering for sex and would be "laying a train" as her cruder friends put it. It seemed a lot better idea now than it had at first.
"Open your eyes, Deserea", instructed Master Harold. "Put your arms around my neck and focus on my right eye. Do not let your mind wander, but concentrate on my eye. This is very important. Now rock your hips up and down. You will be rubbing your clitoris against my pubic bone. As you do, breathe very deeply and slowly. Inhale through your nose; exhale through your mouth."
Ching! Ching! Ching! Ching! Every time she pushed down on his wonderful penis the bells rang on the jewelry. Now she understood why her mother had been so particular. Their music added an ethereal note to the sensations flooding up from her pussy. Locking her eyes on her instructor/lover's, she saw that he was matching her breathing. Wetter and wetter she got as she moved faster and faster.
"When you feel yourself close, lover, start to pant."
Close? She was almost there, already! "Uh, uh, uh, uh . . ."
Harold's eye and member became her complete world as she rocked faster and faster until she screamed and stars flew through her head. Again and again the climax roared over her until she sat sobbing with her head on Master Harold's chest.
"That was very good, dear," her mother's voice came from behind her, "Now do it again. Only this time, when the orgasm hits let yourself relax completely. Master Harold will hold you up so you won't fall off. Get it right and eventually you will cum and keep cumming for a long time."
"Yes, do it again," instructed Master Harold, "and remember, keep looking at my right eye."
Do it again? And maybe again? All evening long? The obedient girl rocked, breathed and stared at her Master's eye until just as the first tremors hit, went completely limp. The sensations were like nothing she'd ever even heard of. Lights seemed to flash around her, tears flowed down her cheeks and more than anything else in the world, she loved Master Harold. "I love you, I love you," she blubbered, covering his face with kisses.
"I love you, too," came the soothing reply and Master Harold cradled her in his arms, stroking her hair and kissing her face.
Victoria's voice came warm over her shoulder. "Which is, beloved, exactly the idea. Of course you love him. It is the Wave of Bliss, the most intimate thing two people can to with each other. You were not brought here for sex, but for love. By the end of the night you will have a harem of men who absolutely adore you just as all of them have a complete set of wives who worship the ground they walk on. Now up you get. Professor Nguyen is next and he is positively drooling in anticipation. Besides, it's my turn with Master Harold, now."
Reluctantly Deserea pulled herself up and off the adept's still solid manhood and out of his embrace. Irrational as she knew it to be, she felt abandoned and more than a little jealous that that gorgeous cock would soon be buried in her mother's love canal instead of her own. Victoria hopped over onto her hands and knees, arching her back and thrusting swollen, glistening, wet labia back at Master Harold while her daughter turned into the waiting arms of Mark Nguyen.
"You're mine" came the now familiar phrase as he bent her backwards lifting her up onto her toes. His mouth was hot and his tongue seemed hard as oak as it thrust down her throat before she could even respond. Amazed that she could be so wanton with a new man when she had just fallen in love with another, Deserea sucked eagerly and flattened her belly against his. His fingers dug into her buttocks and he pulled her free of the ground grinding his hips into her.
Finally, her relaxed his grip and lowered her body back to earth, her head still swimming with the passion of the kiss. "I'm yours," Deserea gasped, "God, am I yours! Let me onto you, make me love you. And you wife was right, get into me quick!" She pushed him down onto the bench then dropped to her knees. Grabbing his erection she shoved it into her mouth and sucked. The helmet felt like velvet to her tongue and she ran it around the entire head paying especial attention to the frenulum, flicking her it back and forth with the tip. She was not stranger to oral sex from the late, unlamented first semester at college but the blowjobs her hookups insisted on had no comparison with this. ". . . not for sex, but for love," her mother had told her and she believed it now, oh did she believe.
Just as it seemed time to slip on the fresh condom and ride her new lover into ecstasy, a sound broke through her blissful concentration. Ching-a-ling, Ching! Ching-a-ling, Ching! Master Harold was plunging into Victoria's vagina in a rhythm, making her jewelry ring. He was playing her like a musical instrument! Deserea's vision swept past her mother's glazed eyes to find all the women on hands and knees in a circle around her with men behind them joining in the beat. Ching-a-ling, Ching! Elizabeth was managing both Charles in her mouth and the horse-hung Sven behind, spit-roasted fore and aft, the only one who didn't seem to be watching her. Before the girl could wonder what had happened to Justin, Professor Nguyen pulled her to her feet and commanded
"Dance for us, Deserea. Dance, girl!"
Elizabeth had said she would be the hit of the evening, Des recalled, and now seemed the time to show what she could do. Raising her hands above her head and shaking her shoulders in time to make her bells join the others she slapped her feet on the pavement and swung her hips. Ching-a-ling, Ching! With bent knees she spread her thighs to show off the swollen labia and protruding clitoris, a promise to all the men what delights they would soon be enjoying. Turning slowly she arched her back and pushed her butt backwards as though to say, "It may be virgin tonight, but soon, guys, soon it will be yours!"
Orgasmic cries erupted from the impaled women again and again as she danced and spasms shook the men's bodies in response but still they kept the rhythm. Ching-a-ling, Ching! Ching-a-ling, Ching! At last, with sweat pouring off her skin and lubrication flowing from her pussy, she stepped over the bench and buried the mathematician's phallus into her dripping womanhood. Staring deeply into his right eye and breathing deeply, she began to rock until the Wave broke over her again and again. "I love you, I love you . . ."
Midnight had passed and most of the Gathering had gone home. The Oppenheimer's were riding the Wave on an ottoman beside the fireplace, reinforcing their marriage. Deserea sat across Angus McAllister's lap with her legs across Sonya's while the big Scot stroked her back with his left hand and quietly fondled tiny wife's backside with his right. Justin held Victoria Smyth-Jefferson's voluptuous figure tightly across his thighs, a stunned-ox expression on his face, while Charles looked on proudly and massaged his wife's feet.
"So now you know the secret, kids," he rumbled "Mac and I are too fond of our polyamorous life-style to risk having it exposed all over town. That's why neither of us has ever run for office and why neither of us ever will."
"And now you know the other secret, as well," Sonya McAllister chirped, "men are just a capable of multiple orgasms as we are. When they learn how to have them, they can make love for hours, either driving us to heights of ecstasy few women ever experience or enjoying woman after woman in series."
"Women, in tur-r-rn, can have or-r-rgasms that last half an hour-r or-r mor-re," responded Alex, "so y'might say it all evens oot in th'end. It just takes instr-ruction, pr-ractice and lots o' muscle contr-rol."
Victoria stopped happily rubbing her face across Justin's forehead and raised that fateful eyebrow, again. "The next Gathering is in six weeks, by luck of the calendar, and that is plenty of time. Tonight you and dear Justin will trade bedrooms and for the next month and a half both of you will get daily instruction in the Tantric arts. He will learn to be multi-orgasmic and to hold himself on the very edge of coming for hours, if necessary. You, in turn, will learn to relax and extend your climaxes out, and to control your vaginal muscles until you can stroke a man to orgasm without moving another muscle in your body."
There was an edge in Sonya's voice as she added "After this evening's performance, she will also perfect her dance until it matches yours, Victoria Smyth-Jefferson! If anyone had any doubts just who Deserea's mother is, they were erased tonight. Poor Elizabeth could hardly finish Charles off, she was so distracted."
Charles dark chocolate chuckle came back "Given that she now has Victoria's coach, it shouldn't take long. And it wasn't only Elizabeth that was distracted, my daughter; I was having very un-paternal thoughts myself! Now, back into the caftan and into that pretentious Rolls your new 'parent's' drive while we pour Justin into the Jag. We're looking forward to seeing both your transformed selves in six weeks."
Deserea watched the Jaguar drive away. She settled into the back seat of the Silver Cloud for the short ride to her new home/training ground. Sonya had been quite clear that there would be no need for her to worry about clothes, for the next six weeks she wouldn't wear any.
"After rising, you will practice yoga for two hours. You will then breakfast and spend time exercising your vaginal muscles. I have several bio-feedback devices for that purpose that will make your mastery of them easier. You will swim for an hour, then lunch. After a nap, you will go upstairs into the studio and practice dancing. We have a good selection of videos of your mother to project life-size next to your image on the wide-screen. Again, this is a bio-feedback technique. In six weeks, you will, like your mother, be able to arouse the entire Gathering to a fever pitch without any of us even touching each other. It is a gift, a true gift. After cooling off and showering, you will have sex in the evening with either me or with Angus, practicing relaxed orgasms. Then a light supper and off to bed. Be assured that you will sleep soundly."
Four hours earlier, such instructions would have outraged the nineteen-year-old. Now they seemed perfectly fine. Now, she was in love. | literotica |
Title: A Beautiful Beast for Christmas
Tags: ancient egypt, first time, spaceport, roommates, mistletoe, coffee, romance, love, same-sex marriage
\*\*\*I've had elements of lesbian romance in my works here & there before (see http://www.literotica.com/s/a-wild-thing-in-the-darkness-ch-01 on my page), but I've never done a piece just in that genre until now and listed it as such.
This is a part of another tale of mine, "Chameleon in Chrome" which is running in the Non-Human category. I wrote it ages ago, but I've been posting it lately to cover a gap in my regular writing. I just polish it a touch and go.
But as I was doing that for the next chapter, I sat back and looked it over. I've always had a thing for reading a touch of lesbian love which is set at Christmas.
Ok, I'm blushing a little here, I just enjoy those ones a lot, ok? They uh, ... they just get to me somehow.
In this, I suddenly realized that I'd written that sort of story without even meaning to, so I wiped the dust off my screen and brought it to term.
Since it's the December 23nd this evening, I know this will be way late for Christmas. I just hope that it's enjoyed.
It takes place about 300 years in the future on a low-rent trading post and spaceport called Nanworth Colony someplace way out there. Inside, it's warm and as crooked as hell on about every administrative level.
Outside, it pure holy howling frigid Hell where the blizzards seldom stop and the cold just sucks the life from you - so hardly anyone ever goes there, unless they're being paid really, really well for it.
The first part doesn't fit the genre at all - but it sets the stage for the rest in a big way, so if you're a purist, just try to get through the first page or so.
Meet Debbie La Croix - an unhappy woman with a past. :)
Oh, and Merry Christmas.
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The Anubian sat on a small bench with his arms restrained straight out on either side of him. The tranquilizer that he'd been hit with was finally wearing off, though slowly, since they'd kept the dose topped up and he found himself trying to work his consciousness through the fog of it.
He'd been drugged, though he'd never fully lost consciousness. He wanted to snort in derision.
Humans and their stupidity.
It even went as far as what they thought that they knew about his kind.
He did hear the door to the cell being unlocked very quietly, though, and he waited with his eyes closed; his head not hanging down quite so much anymore.
He felt the bonds around his wrists which held him there, but he also felt that his bracers hadn't been removed. He guessed that they'd either been overlooked somehow or that more likely, his captors hadn't thought them to be important.
He activated the cameras in the left one with a curling motion of one finger. The tendon in his forearm stood out and he heard the barely-audible click. He had a feeling that he'd want a record of this.
The female pound guard crept into the cell, barely moving -- barely daring to draw a breath as she came. She knew that what she'd been trying to fight off in her mind was unconscionable and very likely highly illegal as well, given her position.
She didn't want to harm him in any way, though the thought in her mind of what she wanted to do would still constitute abuse in the strict legal sense once she was living her little fantasy.
But she couldn't help herself anymore. He'd been here under sedation for the maximum allowable time. She felt drawn here, and it was going to have to be now or never.
She hadn't been pulled here by any conscious thought of desire from 'him'. This was all something inside of her and she'd finally lost her ability to fight off her desires any longer.
It happened to her fairly often. It was one of the reasons that she was working here, after all.
She looked at him, sitting there with his eyes closed. Her own eyes ran over his lean and muscled body. Side to side and top to bottom, he was the single most wickedly attractive male that she'd ever seen and, ...
God, she thought; he must stand well over six feet tall.
Well, when he was on two feet anyway.
As she crept closer, she barely felt her tongue as it slipped out of her mouth to lick her own lips, though she noticed after a moment and gently bit her lower lip as she edged nearer. It was as hard as anything to do, but she brought her face as close to his muscled body as she could and inhaled his scent a little slowly.
What she smelled was a little foreign to her, but that didn't matter.
His scent screamed 'MALE' to her. Pure, heavy-balled musk hit her brain and it told her a lot about him if you were a female with eyes to see his power and beauty as well.
He was the kind who could bang you until you threw your head back into the pillow so hard that you could hear your own vertebrae grind, as well as the way that your jaw threatened to snap its ligaments as you screamed for him.
And if by some magic miracle, you managed to retain enough control to lunge up and bite one of those nipples in your joy, well, he'd just roar at you and fuck you even harder.
He was the kind who'd laugh softly as he watched you get up on aching and trembling hips to stumble uncertainly to the can for a piss - if he didn't change his mind and fuck you all over again right then on the floor. It would come to you then that it wasn't out of cruelty or anything stupid - he actually cared and it would amaze him that you'd have put it off for that long when you didn't need to at all.
He was just amazed that you did.
Hell, he'd CARRY you there if he thought that you couldn't make it.
To one very lonely female guard who worked alone far too often at the animal impound, that was love if it stayed with you.
She knew the kind. She'd had one once upon a time; an incredible male who could make her grab her pillow and hold on in a white-knuckled grip so that at least she had something to lay her head on while he held her up on failing knees and caressed her everywhere that he could reach so softly and well while he STILL fucked her brains out and chuckled over the staccato slapping of his hips on her ass.
But she'd lost him one night as he'd worked overtime on the outside and an avalanche took him from her forever.
She'd never been the same since, though she tried never to let it get to her too much.
When it did, there was always the ones that the cops brought here, wasn't there? Most of those ones couldn't hold a candle to her Robby's memory - though this one might, she guessed.
It was just too bad that he was likely an animal. Why if he could even speak to her a little, she'd do anything in her power to free him...
Just as long as he fucked her like Robby used to and he stayed around and never went to the outside.
But she guessed that he wasn't like that; he was just a fuck in an animal impound to her, just passing through on the way to wherever they threw these things after the quick hearing. She lowered her nose and inhaled again.
She wanted to groan, but she didn't; being so careful to not even exhale against him in order to draw another breath of him into her nostrils. Her knees felt a little weak for it all the same and she sank onto them onto the floor there between his legs and looked up at his face.
He was something, she thought. With those pointed ears standing straight up the way that they were, and, his coal black fur ...
And she could just make out the tip of one tooth at each corner of his long, narrow mouth as they extended barely past his sweet-looking lips.
To her at the moment; he was sooo sexually attractive to her. She actually felt a little lost. She was already wet.
She'd always had thoughts of fucking with one of these dog-men things.
She wanted to touch the very short fur which covered those long muscles. She almost ached to do it, too.
She stopped as she consciously forced herself to remember that she had turned off the surveillance cam in this cell. Just to make certain, she looked up and she saw that the tiny LED was out.
It was a moment of pure coincidence, but as she turned her head back to look at him again, she didn't see it as the tiny LED winked back on.
She sighed inaudibly. She'd done this before to other males -- just not one like him and she wondered if she might ever get the chance to even meet one of these ones for herself one day, though she supposed not. She saw them only very rarely, most often in the company of their females, and there was no ignoring the looks of disdain with which they regarded humans. She shook the thought out of her mind.
Even the females looked so good to her, and from the very little that she'd heard at all of their kind, they were all known - once you got their fuses lit properly - to be such incredible sex beasts.
She guessed that the best that she could manage here was to fuck him while he was still out of it and satisfy herself with that.
She knew what she'd do after that, of course; though waiting for her shift to end would feel like forever passing. She'd run out and scour the vidshops in the commerce sector, looking almost frantically until she found her favorite seller in the corners, knowing that he probably wouldn't let her down.
But she was confident that at some point later today, she'd go home and shove the wolfish-looking dildo that she planned to buy into her as she watched the illegal porno that she'd hopefully find. The worm in the little shops was good to her, knowing that she was a little bent and he always kept odd things in stock just for her -- since she kept coming back.
What she didn't know in her ignorance of his kind was that no such video existed. No Anubian would have ever consented to be a part of such a thing, even if he or she was starving and needed the money.
There was nothing illegal about inter-species relationships out this far, but pornography of it was illegal to make, sell, purchase, or own. Humans were still humans, and their lawmakers knew that if they didn't at least try to keep some sort of lid on things, sooner or later, somebody somewhere would start screwing potted plants or other things which couldn't say no.
She'd done this before to male prisoners of various species that the cops brought here sometimes if they didn't know what to do with them, though she'd never had a shot at one like this one ever.
She was actually beginning to hope that they'd forgotten about this one. With a little luck, this might work out and she could maybe make it a regular thing to help her get through her long shifts.
You had to time things right, that was all, she told herself. At the right time, they'd still be under, pretty much and she'd suck to get them hard. It usually didn't take long at all, thanks to the particular sedative that was used here.
Once that had happened and she could see what they had, she'd climb up and ease herself down on them for a hopefully fine fuck until she was happy. The contraceptive foam in her pussy would deal with the spermatozoa and with a quick wipe of a towelette, no one would be the wiser. Best of all, they'd never really be sure of what had happened.
She opened her mouth and her tongue slipped out to lick the end of his sheath. Now that it had begun, she felt a little emboldened and she began to try to get her tongue into the end of it.
She felt the tip and the heat which was beginning there and in only moments, she felt it as the end of it grew to emerge for her. With a sigh that she couldn't contain, she began to fellate him.
She gave in to her want and her hand reached out to caress and hold his scrotum. The balls in there felt so large and heavy to her and when she felt that he'd reached what had to be his full size, she started licking it up and down over it's long and darkly pink length.
A good thing that she was already on her knees, she thought, the taste and the heat of it would probably have driven her there anyway.
She reminded herself that time was against her, so she quickly stood up and pulled off her trousers to prepare herself for the final sweet part. With her hands on him in such private places, she doubted that he'd notice her weight as she sat on that fine long prick of his.
But she landed on the floor, jumping off just in time as he'd opened his eyes and snarled. The way that his teeth had snapped shut almost over her nose had been a hell of a fright and a very near thing.
She heard the hallway door open behind her and she jumped up to get her pants on as quickly as she could.
It didn't help that the prisoner was almost barking the place down in his rage at her.
"What were you doing?" the shift super asked as she came to the open door with three others, one of them a human male.
"N-nothing," the pound worker said.
"Oh fuck off," the older woman groaned, rolling her eyes, "Nothing, huh?
Think you can come up with a good lie here for the public about how your belt is hanging undone and your shirt is outside of your pants?"
She pointed to the camera on the wall above them, "Try hard, Debbie. I need to hear a really good fairy-tale after what I was looking at in the monitor back there a few seconds ago.
I just happened to look at the panel on my way by and I found just one cam switch in the off position. I turned it on just for the hell of it and guess what I was looking at."
Debbie stuttered and mumbled for a moment, and the super told her to unlock the restraints.
She looked up, her mouth falling open, "But, ... but, .. he, ..."
"Just unlock him," her superior said, "As usual, the Security types can't tell something intelligent from a rock and they brought him here by mistake -- since their own IQ is a lot closer to the rock."
She turned to the others, "It happens here now and then. If I hadn't been out on my lunch at the time that your friend was brought in, I'd have set them straight."
The supervisor turned to the quiet, though still angry individual on the bench, "I'm very sorry about all of this, Sir."
His ankles were free as Debbie worked with trembling fingers. He didn't move a hair, though he glared at her, waiting. When both of his wrists had been freed, he moved faster than anyone would have believed possible, grabbing Debbie by the throat, lifting her clean off the floor to growl in accented, yet startlingly clear English.
"Do not ever dare to try to stand in my sight again."
He threw her against the single barred wall next to the door as though it was nothing. Her head slammed against the bars and she fell into a heap on the floor.
The large male might have been an Anubian, but his relieved little wife was a different species entirely and she was against him the next instant, holding on for all that she was worth.
It softened things for him in a heartbeat as he looked down at her for a moment as he held her, and then he looked up.
"I have video of the whole incident," he said coldly, "and now I will go to swear out a complaint against this one, you, and this whole place," he said quietly, "There is an Anubian embassy here -- as you call us -- and I will seek what aid that I can there."
With that, they left the impound.
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Back in the depths of the facility, Debbie had regained consciousness and she began to sputter about calling the cops herself to have the creature charged with assault as she tried to hold her head.
"Just shut up and have one of these headache pills, sweetie," the supervisor said quietly as she sat on the floor with her arm around Debbie, "With a little luck, nothing will come of it since the cops here are such fools. The only problem will be the record of you trying to fuck yourself on him."
"I don't know what I was thinking," Debbie sobbed, "I'll lose my job if anybody ever sees that."
The other woman nodded, "Listen, you're not the first one who's done that. I've been doing it forever. I just don't get as many chances for it these days, that's all.
Hey," she paused, thinking things over, "have you ever, ... you know, ... uh, with another girl? Maybe we could get together later after I wipe that video. I've got the key, you know."
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Weeks later, Debbie made her way slowly through the edges of the commerce sector to a type of establishment which still existed in many settlements and on many worlds. Anywhere that man (and more importantly, woman) traveled and somehow set up in commerce, it wasn't long before there were coffee shops or cafes.
Debbie had a few reasons to be at least a little cautious. The day that she'd tried to have her way with the Anubian prisoner at the impound, her supervisor had suggested a way out in a sense. It took Debbie only a few minutes to discover that whatever had been recorded by the surveillance camera in the Anubian's holding cell was not likely ever going to be erased by her supervisor, no matter what she might have agreed to.
It was worth far more if it could be used as leverage for extortion.
She'd started to agree in principle, but she tried to specify that what had been recorded be erased first.
"Well I can't do that honey," the woman had smiled, "I might be ordered to provide it, but if I don't hear anything by this time tomorrow, then, ..."
Debbie had guessed how things might go and she'd left then. She'd already heard about the way that these things went through others, and she also knew that no matter what she did, ...
And so, after hours of her crying over things in her regretful guilt, Debbie had come to a series of decisions.
Robby hadn't exactly left her independently wealthy, so she had to work at something in the long term, but he had done his best to see that she'd be as well looked-after as he could manage things.
She gave her notice the next day and when the woman made a few threats in a roundabout way unless she cooperated, Debbie quit on the spot and walked away.
She went down to the Nanworth equivalent of the trailer park of long ago and she checked out her old vacation home, as it were, to see if it was still liveable.
This was the old and slow travel hauler that they'd bought together and fixed up a little and then used on a few vacation trips here and there throughout the same system. Debbie wiped her tears and thanked Robby's memory once again. She could live here and sell off their other assets -- namely the condo where they'd lived.
With a little luck, that might get her enough to buy a new fuel cell and then she could leave, though it might take her half a year to get it all done. She had a notion to move to a larger rock where they'd liked to go fishing. Maybe she could set up a business there, who knew? She just knew that she didn't want to go on living on Nanworth, for damn sure.
As she liquidated everything and scraped her money together, she found that she had in the neighborhood of enough for a fuel cell, but not enough to really give her much of a grubstake to get started with if she subtracted what she'd need to live on until then.
So there was her problem.
She thought about it for a few days and decided that she could take in a roommate to help out with the costs and if she was as careful saving as she'd been up to this point, well then it might work.
It took her a month or so to get up her nerve and then she put out an ad on a local buy & sell site that she knew was well-situated in the Arrivals terminal at the port on the large monitors there.
She spent a week or so just tossing responses for one reason or another and then she'd read a reply which grabbed her somehow, sent as it had been by a new arrival who needed a place to stay while looking for someone in her family.
The text discussions had gone fairly well to that point, so Debbie suggested a meeting in a safe place -- which was why she was working her way to the coffee shop right then.
She went in and bought a small cup of coffee and then sat down outside in the mall to wait, watching the people who came and went. The ones inside were either definitely not the one that she was looking for or they were right out as far as she was concerned, though a glance at the time told her that she was still a bit early.
All that she knew of this person was that she was a female from off-world -- though that could fit most people here -- and that her name was Khensa. She tried, but she couldn't place the name for its origins at all and had given up.
She sent a text, asking Khensa if she was still going to be able to make their meeting.
The reply was almost instant.
"On the way now. I don't know the mall very well at all, so I might be a little late, but I hope not."
Debbie was surprised again. Whoever Khensa was, she never abbreviated much of anything in her texts to Debbie, and she'd asked that Debbie not do too much of it either, since English wasn't her language.
It always knocked Debbie on her ass a little. Not her language? Khensa's written English was better than about anyone's around there.
She sipped her coffee and waited while looking around now and then, and wondering what Khensa looked like.
In a little while, ... she heard the soft and tinny sound of someone listening to some music through earpods in the quiet of the almost deserted early morning at the mall.
For one thing, it had to be plenty loud and for another, the music was a little different. It was heavy on very complex rhythms, though the melody was a little subdued -- when Debbie could hear it at all.
She looked up, trying to locate the source of the sounds in the sparsely populated mall and then ...
She watched a tall female come almost straight down the middle of the mall and she tried not to stare. The person was walking in just a little bit of a hurry and the only way that Debbie had to really know it at all was by the long, slow strides that the female was taking.
Everything else, from hand motions to the way that she carried her long body was pure runway model.
Debbie didn't see much of any footwear at all and it took her a second to realize that the other soft sounds that she heard were from the girl's toenails on the synthetic marble flooring. She saw a sort of an abbreviated tank top which ended a fair distance above her navel, and she could also see the way that the smallish breasts in there bounced from her long and purposeful strides.
Below that, she wore tight jeans. Overtop, there was a long Afghan-style coat, open all the way.
Her hair had to be really long, to Debbie's way of thinking.
Well, she was tall and though her hair was done in a cornrow style, it still hung most of the way down her back.
She knew that this couldn't be Khensa. Why would a girl dressed that way be looking for a room out among the vacation craft in a crappy spaceport like Nanworth?
A lot of people were staring at her for a few reasons, Debbie guessed, and she realized that she likely wore the same sort of expression right then herself -- so she made a point to change it, not wanting to be rude.
All the same, though, she was looking.
The girl walked on, looking left and right at the stores and the shops -- and looking right through any people looking at her at the same time as those long legs carried her on.
Debbie watched in a little awe at the way that the girl walked as though she couldn't have cared less over the way that the other people were staring openly at her.
Debbie guessed that she must have been looking for more than half a minute and then the girl looked right at her for just a split-second. Debbie saw a very minute second-take and the barest, yet sincere-looking pleasant smile before the girl walked on, still looking one way and then the other.
Just as the girl was about to pass by where Debbie sat, her ears flicked up a little more and looked even more pointed and then the girl turned and walked straight into the coffee shop.
Debbie watched her hips as she walked away for a few seconds, amazed at how she could 'see' those lean hips by their movements right through the long coat.
Then she turned away and resumed looking for Khensa. She thought about the female and looked once a couple of minutes later to see her sit down at a table alone near the window.
Debbie sighed. Not that she'd been thinking of it at all, but the beautiful female's ethnicity reminded her of the incident a few weeks earlier which had caused the large changes that Debbie was making in her life.
The mystery female was an Anubian, one of the very dark ones. Her hair was as black as midnight and her very short fur -- what was visible, anyway -- was so black and lustrous that it almost appeared blue.
She had the same long face as the male that she'd seen; the long nose over the snout which sometimes showed just a hint of the tips of her canine teeth at the corners of her jaw. This one was a female however, and the pure beauty in that face was remarkable.
Debbie didn't look again -- well at least not for several minutes. She couldn't help it, wondering how these things could look so, ... incredibly attractive and obviously full of grace.
Debbie would never consider it, but she was beautiful in her own way. There had been a time when she could have been a model herself. In fact, she could still make a living like that -- if she only knew how and could look at herself a little objectively.
But she couldn't, being the daughter of a pair of botanists who were always living out on the edges of someplace as they studied what grew there. She'd met Robby at the school dance when they were seventeen and in their final year. She'd never met him before since she was one of the 'out students' who attended via vid-link. That dance had been the first time that she'd ever been there in person.
Their love had been a natural thing and they'd set off together to go to college on another rock out in space. The next thing they knew, they were married. Aside from her husband's untimely demise, their life together had been a rather happy one.
Debbie still had the same figure and she still had her long, honey-blonde hair, but, ...
She had trouble meeting people, being where she was from and, ...
She didn't have a clue about modeling, though she liked to look at the photos in the online magazines that she read now and then.
She tried to sip her coffee and found that she'd already finished it, sipping the way that she had to cover her nervousness. She looked at the time on her phone and she saw that Khensa was now about five minutes late.
"Khensa," she sent, "I'm going to buy a coffee if Ur still coming."
Khensa replied right away.
"Do that and I'll meet you in a minute. Take a table by the window if you can, so I'll know who you are and if I'm even at the right shop."
Debbie sort of stared at her phone a little uneasily at that, not really feeling comfortable with it. She went back inside and bought another cup of coffee and she was a little relieved to see that there were no free tables at the window right then so she took another one which was deserted.
She glanced over toward the Anubian girl and watched for a few seconds as she had a very short conversation with a couple of young human men who were trying to pick her up.
She heard very little of what was said other than perhaps a few lines from the female in that accent, the same one that she'd heard from the one back in the impound.
"- No. I have no interest in either of you. Please bother someone of your own species. I am aware of the way that you refer to people of my kind. So that you know, we see you as rather crude apes."
Debbie found herself looking at her phone with raised eyebrows, now that she remembered the cool disdain that she'd always seen on those faces.
Apes, huh?
As she thought about that, she didn't notice it as the place emptied out. To a place such as that, it was the normal randomness of the business day. There were predictable busy periods and in between those, there was just the way that people seem to find that they wanted what was sold there with a little bit of synchronicity. Right then, there were only two customers in the whole place.
Debbie was growing a little tired of waiting, so she sent, "I'm in the coffee shop."
What she read next was, "I know. I'm here too."
Debbie stared at her phone and wondered if she ought to look up. She did finally and she turned her head.
The Anubian sat there looking at her with a sort of slightly hopeful little smile.
Until that moment, Debbie would have said that in her opinion, humans were the most attractive species known. What she was looking at now as she tried not to stare was forcing her to revise her opinion. She suddenly felt a desire to be an Anubian girl, if she could just look a little like this one in some way on even her worst day.
The other female's smile widened a little, "I made my guess when it was only us here in the whole place. May I come over and join you?"
Debbie nodded and seconds later, she was looking at the beautiful creature as they shook hands for a moment. The more that she thought about it, the more Debbie wanted to know -- or at least clear the air.
"Forgive me," she began, "but I couldn't help overhearing what you said to those guys. You consider us as apes?"
There was surprise written on the other one's features for a split-second.
"I mean, I knew that you wanted to blow them off," Debbie said, "But -- well, is that the way that we're seen by Anubians?"
The female shook her head, "Yes, no, and not particularly. By some few, yes, but I think they'd find something to use in a derogatory sense no matter what. The majority do not think that way, and most have never thought about it at all. My remark was not meant to include you.
You see, almost all of us do not tell falsehoods. So it can be a bit of a challenge at times such as you saw. I wished for those two to leave me alone. What I said was that we as a people or a group or at least some of us see humans that way. I did not include myself, though I left it unsaid.
As far as the rest, I do know that many humans regard us as dog creatures of some sort. I used that as a springboard to work my comment against as though in retaliation."
She tilted her head a little then, looking concerned, "Or will what you overheard cause you and I difficulties? If so, then please say it and I will leave. I truly meant no insult to you."
"No, please don't go," Debbie sighed, "It was just a sort of shock to overhear and well, I'm afraid that I don't really get it. We don't think of ourselves as even connected to -- "
"But you are," the girl smiled without judgement, "It is where you came from. You are advanced now and masters of your great civilisation just as we are the masters or our own, but the roots are still to be seen by outsiders such as me. I didn't say anything about ugly - even to those ones that I was speaking to. I do not consider you to be ugly as a people at all. It is only where you came from.
My personal opinion is that you are startlingly beautiful to me.
Look at me. We hold ourselves in high regard the same as humans do themselves, yet we are descended from something which rather resembles the common jackal on Earth."
She grinned a little, "And we try not to think about that too much either."
"But whenever I've seen any of your people, though it's not very often," Debbie said, "They all seem to carry the same expression, as though they're so sorry that they have to be here with the riff-raff."
Khensa leaned forward with a conspiratorial sort of sly little grin, "It is an affectation," she smiled, "How better to hide how alone and different you feel in crowds of others who are not the same thing as you are?"
She held out her hand again, "I would like to do this properly. I am Khensa Ahhotep -- "
The rest was a strange sort of gurgling yerf to Debbie's ears and she asked for it to be repeated. She only heard the same thing a second time and knew that she'd never manage it.
"I'm sorry, Khensa," she said with a shrug, "That last part is something that I can't even begin -- "
Khensa laughed as she nodded, "It's alright. I know that much of our speech requires a mouth like mine. I only said it to be complete since that is my name."
Debbie smiled and noticed that they were still shaking hands, "I'm Debbie Millhouse."
Khensa shook her head, "I will use that to address you if you wish, but I know that 'Debbie' is a short form for Deborah, which I much prefer. But have you no middle name?"
"Deborah Lisette La Croix, is my birth name -- which I'm thinking of going back to, now that I have the thought in my head," Debbie smiled.
"A very lovely name," Khensa nodded, "but how does 'Millhouse' come into it?"
"My married name," Debbie said "I'm a widow. I lost Robby three years ago."
"I'm so sorry," Khensa said, reaching for Debbie's arm again, "I think that you're far too young to feel that loss."
"It's alright," the human said quietly, "I've gotten used to being alone again.
Where does your middle name come from? Even your first name, ... "
The Anubian smiled, "When our two kinds discovered each other about a hundred years ago in your time units, we found out about your history and learned then of the old Egyptian culture on your home world. Through that, we came to know of the old god Anubis, which is where humans found the term they use to describe us.
To ourselves and each other, we are the Shm'Sha -- spoken as 'Shm-ShA' by us. If you shift the emphasis to the other syllable, it carries a rather different meaning, so you must either be careful or just call me an Anubian. We feel no slight in it and many would likely prefer to hear it from humans.
Our learning of that culture was a great coincidence, but nothing more. All the same, it caused several fashion trends where I come from and one of them was in the popular names we used for children. Khensa was a warrior queen back there and I believe that Ahhotep was a famous priestess of some sort."
"I like your names," Debbie smiled, "Well, the two that I can even pronounce.
Why are you looking for a place out here? You look pretty well-heeled to me. Actually, you look like a model, to be honest."
Khensa laughed a little at that. "I was a model," she smiled, "But I have grown too old and a little too often-seen back on my world. I know that I could do well on Earth if I wished to continue, but to me, the lifestyle only leads one to develop a, ... well let us say a jaded point of view where one becomes just so bored with everything. That is what had happened to me."
She shrugged, "No matter what, I am a person, and people -- that is, most real people, the ones who buy the fashions that I modeled, do not live their lives as though they were at a continuous party which never ended.
Also, there was a catastrophic sadness which came to me.
You see, I am from a noble family - one of three which are tied together. Our purpose over thousands of Earth years was to guard and protect the members of our ruling house. There was an attempt to overthrow that house and though the families prevailed, it was a very near thing.
I was not even there at the time. I was either modeling or as one of several, my job was to protect an ambassador. When the dust settled, I was released and sent away.
Most of the three families who survived are now wanderers, too ashamed to ever return home. The knife fell so hard and fast that I was flying in a small diplomatic craft at the time that I was informed. I asked where I was to leave the craft and I was told that I could have it as my own -- as long as I never returned.
I didn't know what to do and for a time, I just wandered, hoping that something might come to me -- and it did, finally.
I remembered a time when I was younger and I had the love of a good male. We eventually parted because our duties would take us far from each other, and it was very hard for us to do, but we had to do it. Neither one of us could tell our superiors that we didn't wish to do what our purpose was."
She looked off out into the mall for a moment at a store on the other side which was decorated in a Christmas motif.
"You might laugh to hear it, but there are some things which have always been thought of as human that have made their transference to our culture.
My people have little interest in the human concept of Christianity by itself, since the players mean nothing to us. But the tradition of Christmas as a festive and giving time has actually become widely popular among the Shm'Sha.
I had my little place to live and my male and I spent our Christmas there together like a pair of human children with stars in our eyes. I don't know if it was intended to be the true message of Christmas back there on your home world, but to me, it was a time to feel very thankful for what I had.
I wanted for nothing and neither did he, and as the days led up to the night of Christmas Eve and the following morning, we ran around and shopped and ate and we found others who were not as fortunate as we were and we gave what we could to them before we returned to my home and we made love right there on the floor in some furs the whole night long.
I have never forgotten that one magical night.
The next week, we learned that we could not stay together and we parted. I have not seen him since that time."
She looked over at Debbie -- who smiled back from where she sat with her chin on her arm.
Khensa sniffled a little and wiped her tears for a moment. "As I wandered from one place to another, I had a thought that if I was released from the service of a family which mine had protected and served for so long, then there could be only two outcomes for that male.
He is either dead from the fighting, or he was released as well.
I have heard that he had to serve on some merchant vessel. From what I was able to piece together, he is free, and that he came this way not long ago.
For all that I know, he might be married by now to someone else, but I wish to see my cousin again, at least one more time. I need to know that he truly has his freedom and that he is well."
Debbie blinked for a moment, "He was your cousin?"
Khensa nodded, "Yes. There is nothing wrong in it to Shm'Sha people. It was even important among the three families, since we were nobles and we knew what we had that way.
I learned that among your ancient Egyptians, it was common to marry one's brother among royalty. That is not allowed where we came from at all, though some have done it secretly to follow the Egyptian fashion a little too slavishly for my taste.
My cousin and I loved each other very much. I often wish that we had run away together to some other world and culture.
A very romantic idea, I think, but not very practical."
"I think that's about the nicest little Christmas story that I've ever heard -- even though it's a sad one," Debbie smiled, "and I hope that you can find him, but, ..."
Khensa came back to herself, "I have some money. What I wish is to find a clean, safe and inexpensive place to live while I search for him, so that if he is not here, I am not encumbered with property or leases.
I have been searching with my little craft, but it is a small one, not built to really live aboard even by one for very long, unless you travel in cryo."
They sat for a minute and then Debbie offered to buy the next coffee. As she got up to go to the counter, she wondered about something.
She found that she liked Khensa very much in just a short time, though they didn't know each other much at all. That wasn't the point.
Debbie had been sitting there listening and she felt something a little strange in her. She separated out the pure loveliness and grace that she saw and then she set aside the very exoticness of Khensa -- her ways and mannerisms and her obviously considerable intellect.
No, she thought, there was something there tugging at her somehow. She just couldn't get what it was until she was on her way back to the table.
She knew what it was then and Khensa sat wondering why Debbie was laughing quietly. When she tilted her head, Debbie laughed even more.
"When I was a little girl," she said, "Just a little kid of maybe six or almost seven, we were on a pretty barren rock, though it had at least a little bit of a settlement to it. I guess you wouldn't know it to look at me now, but back then, my hair was just about white. That's just the way that I was born. The UV on that world was murderously high and I guess that I spent most of my childhood when I was outside in a suit with a ton of UV block cream all over my face.
Life was pretty lonely for me there and I was a little unhappy most of the time as I recall it.
My parents were botanists, and sometimes they worked with other scientists. For a long time, they worked with a couple who were both geologists which specialized in soil formations and the sort of plant life that might be supported there.
I guess that it was a big thing back on Earth at one time, but there are many different kinds of humans, Khensa. I don't know if you're aware of that at all."
The Anubian nodded, "I had not considered it, but I do know that you are right. I have seen pictures of many people who looked very different to each other. My kind has differences, but not as broad as yours."
Debbie nodded, "I think that it was a big deal once, but now they don't much care about that. Anyway, the geologists had a daughter too and we were just at about the same age. We must have looked like quite a set; a little black girl with really dark skin and then there was me, a pasty white kid with snow-white hair.
Joni and I were best friends," she chuckled, "probably because we were each other's only friend, but we loved each other and we were inseparable. We ate over at each other's house and we slept over at each other's house all the time from about six or seven all the way until we were thirteen. Joni's parents left then to work on another world and I never saw her again."
She looked over at Khensa and she laughed a little, "Sitting here with you, I kept getting the most comfortable feeling and I couldn't place it. I guess it just took me a while, but I'm sure now that I've transferred that feeling from my memories of Joni to you, Khensa."
She pushed Khensa's coffee across the table to her, "Do you want to hear what I'm running from?"
She told it all -- though she never knew quite where she'd found the courage for it. When Khensa heard that there had been one of her kind involved, Debbie asked her to wait until she was finished telling everything.
"So I'm pretty sure that I want to leave here but I think it'll take me about six months. I can show you my ship, and I do have a bit of room in it. It was made for a couple of people to travel in with just a little comfort -- like you can really live in it, though it's always a little cramped when there are two of you.
It's not fast, since it wasn't meant to be more than a moving vacation home, but it does have cryo equipment.
Though you might not need to live there after all. I remember the name of that male that day at the impound. Is your cousin's name Tesem?"
Khensa almost dropped her cup and she looked a little embarrassed for a moment as she laughingly apologized.
Debbie grinned, "You know that's the first time that I've seen just a hint of a crack in that perfect, polished exterior, Khensa. I'd almost say not to worry about it, since as our expression goes; it just shows that you're human. Maybe you ought to be concerned."
"I shouldn't have gotten so easily rattled," Khensa grinned, "Tesem is not an uncommon name back home. He was tall?"
Debbie smiled, "Oh yeah. I guessed he was over six feet and when he stood up to yell at me for what I did, I think that he must have been six-three, six-four or so, It's hard to tell from a human's point of view. You guys stand differently on two legs to us, and depending on the way that you hold your ankles, your height can vary a bit.
So yeah, he was tall and by his fur and all, he could have been your brother."
Khensa thought back, "When I knew him, he was very fit and muscular. It went with his work to be like that."
She looked over at Debbie again, who said nothing this time, only nodding with a grin.
Khensa wondered how much difficulty a human might have at telling one of her kind from the next. "He was good to look at?"
Debbie's face fell from where she rested her chin on her hand to land with her forehead on her arm as she chuckled for a moment. She lifted her head then as she tried for a little control.
"Try to imagine what I was risking, wanting to do what I told you. It was wrong, Khensa, very wrong, but I'd done it before with males who were good to look at.
But I'd never seen anyone like him in my life before -- and I have seen Anubians around here at times.
I wanted him, Khensa. I don't know how I managed to live through my shifts while he was there before that day. I used to stare at the monitor at him and when that wasn't good enough because his head hung down from the sedative, I used to go there and stare at him through the bars as he slept."
She looked over and saw that Khensa was listening, so she held up her index finger for a long moment to emphasize it.
"For hours, Khensa. I stared at him for hours at a time.
I know that I'm pretty," she said. "But I also know that I'm not beautiful like you are. I also know that if it were even a little possible, I'd have loved to try to have at least some sort of relationship with him. Hell, I think that I would have been at least a little happy to have someone like him for a friend."
She'd been looking down at the tabletop for a few seconds by then.
She looked up and sighed, "But what I would have loved to have was the possibility to get to know him really well."
She picked up her cup to take a sip and Khensa watched Debbie's eyebrows rise as she spoke into the cup for a moment, "I think that I'd have killed to have the chance to have the love of a male like that."
She set her cup down, "Does that answer your question?"
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They were walking together to the camper part of the huge cavern which was the general parking hangar at the port. Both of them were cold there, but at least the wind wasn't more than something which howled to them angrily from a little far away and the snow couldn't reach them where they were. There was no attempt made to heat the gigantic cave -- since there was that opening to the outside, but at least the air was still and not threatening to take your breath from you.
Actually, it was a fair bit warmer in the cavern, being closer to the heat of the core in a few spots. But that difference to the way that a person felt as they walked along the paths and boardwalks was not much more than a matter of numbers.
Khensa was worried for Debbie all the same. To her, most of the insides of the port were a little too warm. Here, it was far too cold for her and she had her coat done up all the way. Debbie wore only a light jacket.
"I will be lucky to get you to my craft before you catch this pneumonia sickness, Deborah," she grumbled a little as they walked.
"Don't worry about me," the human said through her teeth, "I'll be fine -- that is, if your ship is closer than the next hundred yards."
"I do worry a little," Khensa said in the same tone.
Debbie stopped then and she looked over, "Why?"
Khensa shrugged, "It is strange for one like me and I admit it, but I care suddenly, so I worry. Maybe it is because this Christmas time is coming. I really cannot say. I think that I hope for your friendship."
Debbie caught herself staring, though Khensa didn't see it. She opened her coat and before her companion could do anything, she pulled as much of it around Debbie as she could and then she pulled her along to get going, "I have fur."
The inside of the craft didn't feel very much warmer than it was outside, though it really was. It was only in an idle setting as far as heat went to save the fuel cells when Khensa wasn't there. As soon as they were inside, she almost forced Debbie to sit on the bed at the rear of the compartment as she wrapped her in some furs. When she was certain that Debbie was alright for the moment, she stepped forward and lit off an auxiliary power unit as well as cranking the one which ran off the port's power hook up.
In only moments, they couldn't see their breath anymore though it would take a little while before anything that they touched in there didn't feel cold. Khensa asked Debbie about a hot cup of tea and Debbie looked up, surprised.
"I did say that some human things have made their transference to our culture," she smiled, "the love of coffee and tea are two others."
As the small microwave oven churned, she looked for a picture tablet and she quickly set up a little slide show for the human girl before she handed it over and indicated which button cycled the pictures, "Tell me which of these males is Tesem."
Debbie had a little trouble, since her frostbitten fingers weren't being very cooperative right then, but by the time that they settled in next to each other sipping their tea, Khensa was a little astounded.
Debbie had found all of the pictures of Tesem by then. "He's younger in all of these, but I'm sure that's him. I can't know for sure, since it's been a few weeks, but I'm almost certain that he's still here someplace.
He made a lot of noise about going to the Anubian embassy here to complain about what I did. I kind of wonder why nothing's come of it."
Khensa held up two fingers, "One: there is no Anubian embassy on Nanworth. Tesem must know that. I think that it was all just noise to bluff by and two: maybe he liked what you did, but did not want to appear to approve, since by what you have said, he has this small female for him now."
"He did more than bluff and appear not to approve," Debbie said, "I doubt that he liked it -- since he almost smashed my skull against the bars before he left."
Khensa looked outside through the windscreen at the way that the wind had seemed to have shifted a little so that now there was the thinnest dusting of snow over the nose of the craft. "I am thinking once more of that Christmas long ago."
Debbie could barely say that she knew Khensa very much at all, but she had a thought then.
"Apparently, the want to have at least a little bit of the Christmas feeling is a little strong in some humans, Khensa. Robby's parents had both been born on Earth and had grown up there. Where we were, it was almost always hot, dry and dusty."
Khensa looked over with a little smile, pleased to have her thoughts interrupted a little bit, "What was it like when it wasn't like that?"
Debbie shrugged, "Then it was cold, dry and dusty. On Earth in some places where the climate allows for winter, human children wait for a really good snowfall, like where there's maybe the width of an adult hand or more out on the ground. If it's just a little wet, it's sticky then and we say that it's packing snow. You can make really good snowballs out of it to throw at your friends.
They start with a big snowball and roll it around until it becomes a really big one. They do that three times most often to make three different sized balls and then they stack them up from biggest to smallest. With a few little things and your imagination, you can make a snowman or snowwoman. It's a lot of fun."
"How can you tell one from the other?" Khensa asked.
Debbie rolled her eyes and nudged one of Khensa's breasts very gently through her top with her fingertips.
"Oh," the Anubian said thoughtfully, "so then they require five snowballs?"
"Something like that," Debbie smiled, "but if you let the boys near her they always pack more on until she becomes a snowMAMMA," she said with a little laugh, "I've even heard that they fall over."
"Anyway, before Robby had been born, when they were getting ready to leave, his father bought a few aerosol cans of fake snow. It was supposed to be used against the glass of a window to make it look like there's been a snowfall.
All those years later when Robby was a boy, his father went out into the desert and he brought back three tumbleweeds. They're like an odd sort of plant which is formed into a ball by the wind and they roll around forever in the desert there. He jammed a stick into the ground and then he impaled the tumbleweeds on it in a stack of three and then he sprayed the fake snow on them until he had a snowman for his son, right out there in the desert."
She looked over at Khensa and then at the clock in the corner of the display of the picture viewer. "I can't read your language. What's the date in terms that I might understand."
Khensa thought it over, "December the 23rd, in the human calendar, why?"
"Well, I threw out tons of stuff when I cleaned out the condo where I used to live, but I've still got some Christmas stuff. Why don't we go shopping and I'll try to make you a decent Christmas, if you think that you'd like that?"
Khensa's mouth fell open, "But --"
Debbie waved her off, "Listen, you can't have what you'd really want and I can't seem to be able to do anything right, other than to maybe fuck up the Lord's Prayer. I'm pretty sure that we're at least on the way to being able to figure out if we can live together while we're here. I guess that I'm hoping for your friendship too.
So let's get some things and go to my ship, since it's bigger and I've even got a little fake Christmas tree. We can decorate a little and eat like hogs and try to have a good Christmas, for a couple of girls who've never been to Earth at Christmastime."
"What is the Lord's Pra --"
"Never mind, Khensa," Debbie smiled, "I'm a little afraid that if I elaborate, that I'll jinx my own attempt at doing something right for a change."
"You are not going out again in only that jacket," Khensa said in a voice which brooked no argument, "I have lots of clothing and we are not that different in our sizes." She opened a rather narrow closet and pulled out a jacket.
"Not bad," Debbie grinned as she pulled it on. It was a bomber-style jacket in a kind of pseudo-leather with a fleece type lining and a fake fur ruff collar, "I really like the shoulders, kind of like there's shoulder pads."
"It is only a little stiffer there," Khensa nodded, "On you, I guess that it is like that. For me, it allows me the room if I go on four feet. I have others. If you like it, then it is yours. It looks very good on you."
Debbie began to shake her head, "Oh, I couldn't."
"Yes you could," the Anubian nodded, "and you will. If you will try to make a Christmas out of nothing, then I will do what I must to keep you from freezing."
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Debbie was a lot warmer as they walked to her camper carrying the few things that Khensa wanted to bring along. The jacket felt great to her and though she was careful not to show it, she found that the ruff collar carried just a hint of Khensa's scent to her nose and she found after the first few sniffs of it that she really liked it and hoped a little that it never left the garment, though she knew that it likely would.
There was something to it that was as exotic as the girl who'd given it to her, warm and a touch spicy somehow, and taken together with the warmth of the garment, she found that she'd have really liked to have been able to stop for a moment to just jam her nose into the faux fur and inhale deeply.
It surprised them both that they weren't located that far apart, the only border being an invisible line which separated the Transitory parking, such as where Khensa was parked and the longer term Monthly parking, where they were headed now.
"My home," Debbie smiled as they neared her camper craft, "such as it is."
Khensa's eyes ran over the craft and she saw that it had been maintained well and there looked to have been some recent service as well.
"Seals mostly," Debbie nodded when it came up, "I needed to replace them. They weren't bad and they still tested out ok, but you have to replace them when the schedule calls for that if you want to keep up the spaceworthiness ratings, otherwise all you've got is a can to live out of."
Debbie stood a little nervously as Khensa looked around the interior, explaining some of the features if the Anubian looked to be unfamiliar with anything.
"This is very nice, Deborah," Khensa remarked, "and very roomy to one like me, who lives in a craft where I can almost touch both walls from the pilot seat."
"Well it's still going to be a little tight now and then," Debbie replied, "You can go a little nuts in here on a long slow run. Robby and I loved each other to death, but by the time that we got to our vacation spot, I was about ready to leave him."
She turned her head to see Khensa's slightly shocked face and she laughed, "Well, for at least for an hour or two."
She pointed to a few framed photos and Khensa stood admiring the man in them. "He was very attractive," she said quietly.
Debbie nodded as she stepped over to a panel and looked at the state of the craft's on-board water cell. It was separate from the drinking supply and was intended for uses such as dish washing, very light laundry and the shower. As such, it was re-processed over and over, cleaned, filtered, aerated and scrubbed chemically as needed. But there were still small losses over time due to evaporation or spillage. Over time, the losses added up, though very, very slowly.
Debbie made up her mind and looked over at Khensa, "Do you think that you'd want to room here with me? I'm asking now since if you say yes, I'll sell back the washing water in my water cell to the colony and buy a full new load. The filters and systems are in great shape and all, but the water itself has been here since our first vacation, so that's, ... five and a half years. It's only been used by me living here for the past month or so, but still, ..."
Khensa hadn't even considered it, but she was now a little impressed that Debbie would sell off and restock just out of consideration for her feelings. Everyone knew that the water from the washing taps or the shower nozzle was as fresh and clean as the systems could make it, but there was still the thought that the water that you were showering under had been used for the same purpose by the previous occupants over and over before you. Restocking made a bit of a statement.
Khensa smiled and she nodded, "I'd like that very much, I think, now that we seem to be getting to know each other. I do insist that you allow me to pay for the first level filtration packs, however."
Debbie was surprised, "The ones here are still good for, ... I dunno, I'd have to look, but I'm sure that they've got years left."
Khensa shook her head, "That's not it, Deborah. I can see that you're a very clean person and so am I. But we'll need packs at least one rating up from what you've got.
I'm not human."
Debbie tilted her head, "So? I doubt that I'd mind, and I kind of hope that you won't, so -- "
Khensa smiled that smile of hers as she held out her hand, "Touch my arm."
Debbie reached and she looked over, still not getting it.
"Shm'Sha are very clean -- almost fastidiously so," Khensa grinned a little sheepishly, "I'm sure that if you've heard anything about us, then you know that we are considered at least a little -- anal about it. What do you feel?"
Debbie held onto the Anubian's forelimb and ran her thumb along it softly for a moment, "You're warm and you feel really nice to touch, but -- "
Khensa looked down with a smile, "Thank you, but I'm trying to tell you that I have fur.
It's not long, obviously, but though the same dead skin cells as you have on your skin will be washed off and caught by the first level packs, there will also be a little fur now and then as well. My buying the next level up means that the packs won't become clogged. I'd be very embarrassed if that happened over and over because of what I am."
Debbie got it and she smiled, "Ok, Khensa. I wasn't thinking of that. I'm a little glad now that you were, though." She made the transaction on her panel and they heard the sounds of her pumps running as the washing water was removed. It took only a minute or so and then they heard the valves switching over to allow the loading of the 'new' water.
When the load was complete, she toggled a software switch on her panel and looked over, "I'm moving some to the heater so we'll have water for showers later if we want. What comes onboard from the facility here is just a little above freezing and I don't want to have a few hundred gallons stealing heat from the rest of the craft. I might as well bite the bullet and heat it now.
We can pick up the filter packs at the office on our way by, since we won't be using any water until we get back."
She looked toward the bed and then she felt a little sheepish.
"I hadn't given it any thought until now, but how do you want to work the sleeping arrangements? I guess I can take my bed apart and I do have a storage space outside. If you'll help me get it apart, we can bring yours and I'll buy a new single bed for myself."
Khensa shook her head, "No, my bed is an attached rack-type bunk on my craft. Let's not worry about it for now. I brought some bedding for me and I can sleep on the floor for a few nights until we decide."
Debbie said no, flat out, "You just said that Shm'Sha are very clean. My bed is a double since Robby and I obviously slept together. Unless either or both of us are the kind of sleepers who sling out our arms and punch the other one in their sleep -- "
Khensa shook her head, aghast at the thought, "Not at all. I don't think that I move very much when I sleep. I am certainly not a wild sleeper."
"Oh thank God," Debbie laughed in a little relief, "because Robby sure was. He'd loll and roll around, and throw his arms and legs out something awful when he slept. I always had to get by on about the last six inches of the mattress most nights. There were times when I woke up on the floor and when I tried to get back into bed, I'd find that he'd taken even THAT from me. I could have killed him in his sleep for that. I couldn't even wake him up then."
"That will never be a problem," Khensa smiled, "I am a very light sleeper. If it ever happens, only shake me a little, Deborah. I will move."
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So back to the commerce sector they went with Khensa listening with fascination to the sorts of things that Debbie would be looking for.
On the way, they stopped in at the office for the filter packs and the clerk looked up questioningly. "Have you had any issues, Mrs. Millhouse? My records show that the same filter pack type has been used on your craft since the beginning -- even before you and, ... " He looked at his screen, "Mr. Millhouse purchased it. Why do you need these ones?"
"My husband was lost on the outside and died three years ago," Debbie said.
After the clerk offered his condolences for her loss, he seemed to notice Khensa for the first time.
"I'm just taking on a roommate to help out with the upkeep expenses, Phil, that's all."
He groaned just a little, "I wish you hadn't said that to me now, even though I asked. I ought to know enough to keep my fool mouth shut sometimes. Now I'm obligated to update the records, listing a change in the domestic status."
"But why is that anyone's business?" Debbie asked.
"It isn't -- in my own opinion, Debbie," the middle-aged human nodded, "but it's the law here on Nanworth.
Strictly speaking, roommates are not allowed in the Monthly section. If you were in the Transitory section, I could just put it down as a crew change. But that would see you paying even more for the slot that you'd be in over there.
For your type of accommodation, I'd have to list,... "
He looked up, and Debbie said, "This is my roommate Khensa, Phil."
Khensa held out her hand a little tentatively, "We have met before. You were the one who helped me to get my craft settled in the Transitory area."
She was a little surprised when he took her hand and shook it. There hadn't been time when she'd arrived. Many humans wouldn't shake her hand in her experience.
"I thought that I recognized you," he said with a small smile.
"Anyway, I'm afraid that the only way that I can list Khensa on your craft, Debbie, is if it were by a change of marital status."
Same-sex marriages weren't all that commonplace on Nanworth, but they were recognized, so that was why Phil had mentioned it as a way forward past the problem.
"Oh fine, then," Debbie smiled, not really believing this wrinkle, "Will putting that down bring the marriage license inspector around? What a crock this place is sometimes."
He shook his head, "No. I doubt that anybody will give a rat's ass, just like me. It's just a legal requirement that I update the records in their stupid way, that's all. What would you like me to put down?"
They looked at each other for a moment and burst out laughing.
Khensa held up her hands and shrugged, "Do as you need to, Deborah."
"Ok then Phil, you just put us down as common law, ok?" Debbie chuckled.
"Can't," he said, "it's in the by-laws. You need to be licensed, so common law is out. They want their fee, Debbie."
He looked even more uncomfortable then. "Who uh, ... I mean which one, ...um, ..."
"Oh for Pete's sake," Debbie groaned, "We didn't think that rooming together would ever get this complex.
Put Khensa down as my husband, since I'm pretty freaking sure that it's the next thing that this stupid colony will want to know about our private business. We're just going to be rooming together."
"Fine," Phil nodded, "I'll need a name and the spelling."
Khensa was still in a little shock over what Debbie had said. She blinked and then, "Khensa Ahhotep -- "
Phil looked up, "How am I ever going to spell that surname?"
Khensa shook her head, "I do not think that it is even possible for you to put it down phonetically. The structure does not exist in any human tongue. Put my last name down as La Croix, please."
Debbie looked over with raised eyebrows.
Khensa shrugged, "I think it will make this easier. If I am now your husband on a data screen, then the least that I can do is to take my wife's name. It is allowed here, correct?"
Phil nodded, plenty relieved at side-stepping the terror of trying to fill in the Anubian's surname.
"I'll just register the name change as well, so to make sure that I'm not putting anything down in error here, you're Khensa Ahhotep La Croix. Have I got that right?" he asked as he swiveled his monitor around for them to confirm the spelling.
Khensa nodded with a pleased-looking smile which astonished Debbie slightly.
"There," he smiled, "all done. About the only thing that this might trigger is the arrival at some point of the Welcome Wagon lady, though if I see her, I'll do my best to tell her to bugger off, ok?
That'll be thirty-five credits, plus the twenty-nine for the filter packs. With taxes, it'll be eighty credits total."
Debbie rolled her eyes and looked at the ceiling tiles, "What um, ... oh, I can't wait to hear this part, what is the thirty-five credit fee for, Phil?"
"The fees for the Khensa'a name change, and I've also changed your surname, Debbie. I remembered that time when you first arrived here and your records needed changing to your married name, AND, ... he beamed a little as he reached over to his printer, "Your brand spanking new marriage license, of course.
I don't give a crap personally and I'm a little annoyed to be forced to go through this shit every so often, but here you go and congratulations.
I wish you two many happy years of wedded bliss. A divorce is a little more expensive, though. Just thought I'd put it out there, that's all."
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They walked out of the office and on down the boardwalk which would lead them back to the main part of the colony.
"Just let me say that I apologize for the stupidity of all this," Debbie said, "I'm a little surprised that you went for it just so we could room together. I mean, it's a change in marital status and you even changed your name for this. That sort of thing can stay on your record a long time, so to speak."
Khensa shrugged, "I took it for what it was, Deborah. It was nothing more than the colony trying to make money on something. Think of it as a tax and nothing more."
They walked on in silence for a few moments.
"Though I can admit that I am very pleased, all the same," Khensa grinned a little, " I like my new name, and it will make things easier for you and I now as well. I never thought that I would ever find myself wed to anyone.
To find that I now have such a beautiful wife, ..."
They laughed over it a little nervously and then Debbie added, "Well I used to have my handsome husband."
She looked over for a second, "In your own way, Khensa, you look very regal to me, and a little of that tends to spill over into 'handsome' to me in a way.
Other than that, I'm proud to have a beauty like you too."
They chuckled over it a little more and then Khensa felt Debbie take her hand. She looked down.
"Hey," Debbie laughed, "I'm just going with it, that's all. I don't think I really mind it and I sure don't give a damn what anybody here thinks of me anymore. If you don't mind, let's go and raise some eyebrows, 'dear'. I'm feeling pretty proud right now too."
Khensa nodded, outright grinning now and they walked on for a time until she stopped and Debbie looked up, "What? Or maybe I ought to ask it as 'What, Honey'?" She giggled a little then.
She saw that Khensa wore a slightly strange look right then, "I was just thinking that where I come from, it is customary when getting married for the groom to kiss the bride.
I have never kissed a human before, and I'd guess that you have never kissed an Anubian -- well, who knew of it at the time, I guess. I think that I would like to try -- if it will not cause you to feel badly. Could we?"
Debbie looked up, a little astonished for a moment, but she thought about it quickly and she nodded, "Ok, Khensa. I think I'd actually like that. I am warning you though that I tend to be a little mischievous sometimes."
She looked down for a moment, "Now that I think of it, I haven't really felt mischievous much at all since I was widowed, like that part of me died with Robby."
She looked up then and Khensa saw the gleam there in her bright blue eyes, "But I sure feel that way now, so I might just feel a little like playing on that while we're out together, if it doesn't embarrass you."
Khensa slipped her long arms around Debbie's waist and she smiled for a second, "If you are not embarrassed to be seen with what I know that some humans refer to as walking Pharaoh hounds, I think that I'd feel very proud to be seen with you like that, knowing that we are married, and I cannot even explain that feeling to myself. I only know that I like it very much -- and I like the look that you carry in your eye a lot right now as well."
Debbie looked up into the Anubian's long, dark face for a moment and her gaze settled on those quiet and observant yellow eyes for a second. She'd never done anything with another female before in her life, but in the Anubian's own quiet and very strong way, Khensa looked very good to her and she wondered at herself for a second before she pushed the thought away with a smiling little shrug.
"Hey, we're married, Khensa. We've got a license to kiss now. I'm willing to try if you are."
She reached to put her arms around the Anubian's neck and she had the quick amending thought that Khensa was no longer just an Anubian.
Khensa -- on paper at the very least -- was Debbie's Anubian now and for some reason, that made this much better and not awkward at all. She had to stretch just a little as she felt her chest against Khensa's and she closed her eyes for the kiss.
It felt a little strange and right after that, it felt very new and really good to them both, though it didn't last long and they looked at each other afterwards.
"That felt really very good," Khensa said as though it had surprised her.
Debbie shook her head, "No it didn't.
It felt fantastic. Can we do that again? I like kissing my husband the sexy Pharaoh hound if you like kissing your wife the ape."
Khensa's hand reached up to touch Debbie's cheek softly for a moment. "I think that I would love to kiss my beautiful blonde ape again."
Their second kiss lasted a lot longer and they pulled themselves apart rather reluctantly.
"I loved that," Debbie said, almost as a sigh, "I've never been kissed like that in my freaking life before, but unless you want to forego the Christmas that I promised you, we'd better get moving."
Khensa nodded and they walked off, holding hands and still feeling the surprised shock of something that nice.
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"Do Shm'Sha people do what we've done?" Debbie asked as they walked through the mall, still holding hands, "I mean, do they ever pair off as couples of the same sex?"
Khensa nodded, "Yes. It has always been so. There is always a percentage of the population who do this. I read somewhere that this has only happened for humans within the past few hundred years. For us, it is a natural thing. If we met another Shm'Sha here, it wouldn't even be a surprise to him or her -- other than the differences in our species."
"Haven't Shm'Sha ever married apes before?" Debbie asked.
"You are not an ape, Debbie. You are a human. The apes on your home world were only the starting point of your origins. I do not know if it has ever happened. I think that statistically, it must have. I doubt that we could have been the first pair in a hundred years. It doesn't stand to reason out of probability alone."
Debbie pulled Khensa over to her and she smiled as she kissed Khensa's long ear for a second in a hidden way while breathing in that wonderful scent, "Listen, I'm amazed and pretty happy to find that I have something that I want to explore with you. I liked you as soon as I laid eyes on you. I just didn't ever expect this. I've never done something like this, but I really, really want to now.
So, just allow me to feel a little bit, ... uh, primal here in a way. The thought of being your ape is a very surprising one for me. But I like it, Khensa. Please don't tell me that I have to stop now."
"You do not have to stop," Khensa smiled as she looked at Debbie, "I only thought that you were saying it in a self-depreciating manner which I didn't like if that were the reason for it.
As far as my feelings go, I am, ..." she searched for the word for a second, "thrilled. I am feeling thrilled at the thought of being out shopping for Christmas with my new bride. We did not plan this, though I felt much the same as I think you did when we met. The first moment when I knew that you had to be the one that I was looking to meet was a difficult one for me. I had to force myself to speak."
Debbie felt the words come to her as palpable things and she kissed Khensa right there in the mall, in front of everyone for a long moment.
"I don't know how this is going to work out or even if it will work at all," she said, "All that I know is that right now, I'm feeling hope inside of me. I haven't felt something like that for a long time, so as odd as this is between us if you look at it from outside, it doesn't feel that way to me. I love this feeling."
As they walked on through the mall, Khensa's eye caught the small flash of red, green and white up above the central part of the main hall where all of the other halls met. There was something attached to the underside of one of the structural braces which held up the cathedral style roof.
She pointed, "What is that up there? It looks to be a small type of plant growing on the metal."
It took Debbie a second to see it and she sighed with a smile, "It's not growing there. It can't grow there for a couple of reasons. For one thing, it's fake and made of plastic, and for another, it's supposed to look like a parasitic plant which grows on living trees back on Earth.
That's a plastic imitation of a sprig of mistletoe that someone has hung up there for Christmas. It's deadly poison if you eat a real one, but it's also a really old Christmas tradition.
People hang it up at this time of year. If you see somebody that you like, but you don't really know yet, or if it's a person that you just like, you can stand under it and if they see you there, they have to kiss you.
Long ago, boys could kiss girls there like that, but they had to pluck one of the white berries off after each kiss. Once all the berries are gone, you can't have any more kisses until you hang up another sprig. Come on."
She dragged Khensa under the mistletoe and she threw her arms around her neck to kiss her, and in a moment, she felt it as Khensa returned her joy with kisses of her own and they stood there for a time kissing.
"I have found another human tradition that I love," Khensa chuckled.
As they turned to go, Khensa felt the tug on her sleeve and looked back. There was a human male there with a leering grin and his breath almost fumed in the air between them from the booze that he'd been drinking at lunch.
"Hey," he smiled sloppily, "you don't need to kiss her if you want somebody to smooch on. Kiss me, and I'll kiss her after."
Khensa turned to Debbie, "Must I?"
Debbie shook her head, "No, of course not."
Khensa nodded and moved to walk away, but the man hung onto her sleeve.
"Hey, what am I, chopped liver?"
Khensa's face changed a little in an instant as she turned her head back with her long ears lowered flat against her head and her lips pulling back from her teeth.
"Do you wish to be?" she asked in a low snarl.
He let her go and they walked off.
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They didn't intend it, but they found that their purchases mounted up a little in no time, so Debbie bought a little wheeled carrier to drag along behind them as they went. Most of what they'd bought was food, though there were a couple of bottles of wine as well. As they were leaving the wine shop, Debbie looked over across the mall for a moment.
"I've never been close enough to really look whenever I saw Anubian couples shopping together in here," she said, "Is there a way to show that a pair of them are married? Humans use rings to show it."
Khensa nodded, "It depends on the time in history. The first things were collars worn by both partners. Later on, we wore bracelets which were too small to be removed and were worn forever.
These days though, many of us seem to have taken the human symbol of rings, though I have seen couples who use all of those things at the same time. I have always thought that those ones must have done it while in the first blushes of their love after being wed."
"That sounds really nice," Debbie smiled, "We're not like that though -- at least, I don't know. This is all really strange to me, since I only met you today. But I do want something to start with -- since we seem to be together in a strange little fairy-tale somehow.
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The sales clerk at the jewellery store that Debbie had seen looked very surprised. "Do you want like a matched set or something?"
Debbie nodded, "Yup. Nothing really fancy though. We'd like to see some matched wedding rings."
When the clerk looked up, Debbie smiled, "We just got married."
The clerk's eyes widened as she regarded Khensa, but she was profit-oriented enough to smile and offer her congratulations.
As she searched a little in an effort to present them with a good selection, she thought about it. She didn't have much of a thought about two females together at all. She was only thinking about their different species and she wondered how Debbie had even gotten the Anubian to notice her, never mind want to marry her.
To her, Debbie was a stunning, though understated beauty, but in her experience, these Anubians never showed that they wanted to even speak to a human at all, if it could be avoided.
She looked back once and she saw them standing together just like any other couple who came to her shop to buy something. They were standing a little close to each other, feeling it, she guessed and the thing of it was that she saw hope there in them both.
Given that they were two very different creatures, she silently wished them both the best of luck. She didn't care much, but she thought that they were probably going to have to face all the same issues as anyone else -- only more of them, that was all.
She was in her third marriage now and she already knew that it was going to land on the skids at some point in the not too distant future if things went on as they were. Three different men, the same result every time. She was wondering what was wrong with her own selection process, if that was what it was.
She looked back again and they were standing with their arms around each other, talking quietly with smiles as they pointed to other articles now and then.
She turned away and pulled out the last of the two selection boxes that she was thinking of showing them and she shrugged to herself.
Maybe they had the right idea, who the hell could say?
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After the transaction had gone through, the clerk thought herself a little lucky that she had a pair of rings that they'd liked in both of their sizes, though it had been a little weird to see the human woman bring up a concern.
She'd watched as the Anubian got down on all fours to find out if the ring would cause her any discomfort in walking.
"I wish you all the best," she smiled sincerely as she handed Debbie the receipt, "and Merry Christmas."
"Merry Christmas to you as well," Khensa said as they turned to go.
As she watched them, the woman stood in a bit of shock. The Anubian had returned her sentiment and she wondered how much she knew of the custom.
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"It's much warmer in here now," Khensa smiled as they walked through the door of Debbie's craft.
"I keep the outer window covers closed to help retain the heat," Debbie smiled, "As I recall, that was a big selling point when you're out in space. You just keep them closed up and use the navigational cams that are built into the outside in a few places. Unless you're docking or something, you don't need to actually look out through the windscreens."
They took off their coats and started right in to put up the bits of tinsel and the other decorations and then Debbie pulled out the little Christmas tree to stand it up and plug it in. Khensa sighed as she looked at it and began to sink to her knees.
She was obviously in love with it and Debbie felt a rather strong desire right then to look for a real tree somewhere so that the Anubian could see the symbol in more of the splendor which something such as that was supposed to have.
It didn't matter much, she supposed. It was the thought that counted after all, and if this lovely creature could get the feeling from her poor little fake approximation of the real thing, well that was alright.
"Deborah," Khensa smiled after a while, looking a little nervous, "It is warm here and I think that it is warm enough to feel comfortable to you, I hope. I am a little too warm, being trapped in my fur coat. If you think that there is little chance that we would be disturbed now, I wonder if it would be alright for me to remove my clothes.
May I? Or would that make you uncomfortable?"
Debbie laughed, "I've been wanting to see something like that all day! Please do that and I'll go lock the door."
"You mean, to keep intruders out?" Khensa asked but Debbie laughed even more as she shook her head with a grin, "Nope, to keep you in!"
Khensa stared for a moment and then she just smiled, "As you have said it, we're married now."
She began to remove her clothing. Debbie got hold of herself before she found herself staring at Khensa's struggle to get her tight jeans off. It was at that point that she found that Khensa had a tail, though it wasn't thick or anything. It protruded through an opening at the back of Khensa's jeans and she helped to guide it through as the girl stood bent over a little, wiggling her hips to get the waist of the open jeans past her buns.
"Hold it. Hold on," Debbie grinned as they laughed together, "I never thought that it could be such a predicament. A good thing you have a wife to get you dressed - and undressed now.
Just uh, waddle backwards until you're against the foot of the bed."
Khensa complied, rather embarrassed now that it had proven to be so difficult just to get her pants off. She stood there, feeling the bed against the backs of her lower legs. "And? Now what?" she asked.
Debbie just grinned, "This part is easy."
She walked up and pushed Khensa over backwards so that she fell onto the bed. Then she grabbed the cuffs of the pants and began to tug until she had them off. She looked at the small, oddly-shaped lump in Khensa's thong for only long enough for it to register and then she looked away, smiling down at Khensa.
"What a beauty," she sighed and Khensa smiled her nervous thanks.
"Can I please unwrap my gift a little early?"
Khensa looked up for a moment in a little uncertainty and then she nodded. Debbie pulled Khensa's thong off and she helped by lifting her hips.
Debbie looked down and she saw that Khensa's cleft sure didn't resemble the classic camel toe. It was dark and looked something like a black plum sticking out of her with a bit of a pronounced upward point to the portion where her clitoris obviously hid under its hood there. Where the line would be on the plum, was the slit between her lips.
Khensa had been very nervous about this moment between them. She knew that she was rather different from human females and she wondered if it might put Debbie off.
But Debbie only smiled as she got onto the bed beside her, still fully dressed as she sat on one hip and looked down into Khensa's face.
"I'll never know how I could ever get this lucky," she smiled before she lowered her head to kiss Khensa very slowly.
While Khensa groaned softly, Debbie ran her hand over her breastbone and slid it over to cup one of Khensa'a breasts.
"I was afraid that you might not like me," the Anubian said.
"I was afraid to see you like this while I was standing up," the human smiled, "I know now that I was right and I'd have felt a little stupid when I fell to my knees.
She shook her head slowly, "You're different. So what? I think that we should celebrate things like that. That's one of the attractions that you must have to want an ape. It's also one of the attractions to me that draws me to you. It's not the whole thing, Khensa, but it's a very sweet thrill that we can enjoy with each other all the same."
She leaned down and kissed one black nipple, licking it to wet it before she squeezed it softly with her lips. Khensa's long sigh was a thrill for her to hear. She kept at it while her hand drifted over the soft dark fur on its way lower, over the rock hard and flat belly to where she began to trace around the plum with her fingers.
"This is very nice," she sighed into Khensa'a ear as her fingertips touched the sides of the dark protrusion gently. It was very firm, she noticed, and it was moist in the middle.
When she looked at it again, she was a little surprised to see that it had grown a little bit, but then she thought a little about the equivalency of the purpose of these things, both hers and Khensa's, so she knew almost at once after that that it had grown out of Khensa'a arousal, much the same way that her own lips there tended to get a little pouty when she was aroused -- like, ... well, like right then.
She guessed that somehow, there might not be the room for it and so on Khensa -- and she had to assume that it was the same for all Anubian females -- that when it went puffy, it also came out just a little. She thought it looked nice and it fit with the rest of things.
"I'll make you a bargain," she smiled as she pulled her head back to look into those eyes that she was already falling for, "We can either begin now -- and I warn you that I haven't really got a clue, or we can enjoy our first evening together at Christmastime and save the loving until later."
Khensa groaned so softly that it almost came out as a whine, "I want you right now, but I think it is better to wait until later. What do you think?"
Debbie just had to know, so she slid one fingertip over the line which parted the fruit and she brought it to her mouth in a rather rare moment of purposeful daring, now that they were on the bed and all.
"I think," she said before Khensa watched her tongue slip out of her mouth to lick the moisture from her finger, "that my husband is a very wise girl."
She leaned down to kiss Khensa for a moment and then she sat back again, "I also think," she smiled, "That I'm a very lucky one who's just discovered that I love the way that you taste, so I think, ..."
She leaned down and waggled her eyebrows a little comically, "that I've been an idiot for all of this time for not trying something like this. But I've got you now, and I'm going to keep you, Baby."
She looked up with a soft laugh at herself, "I'm so happy and it's even better that it's Christmas. I like to see the things that you see through your eyes because it makes me appreciate what I always took for granted."
When Khensa got up, Debbie removed her clothes and they gave in to just one long kissing embrace before continuing with the decorations, though it was incredibly difficult for them both to do.
"I'd probably get used to seeing you this way," Debbie smiled as she stood leaning against Khensa with her fingers toying at the Anubian's tail where it met her long flanks, "But I'm hoping that it takes a good long while for me to come to get used to this thrill, but if I had my way, as good as you look in any clothing, I'd prefer to keep you naked around here.
Khensa's lips pulled into a slow smile then, "I love to look at you as well, so, I will if you will."
With it settled, they got back to work, sneaking little peeks at each other and grinning when they knew they'd been caught at it.
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As the evening wore on, Debbie turned on her larger mapping display and she found the tiny memory drive that contained the carols and images of winter and roaring fireplaces and huge Christmas trees, winter scenes from Earth and all of the stuff which looked so cheesy at any other time of the year, but at Christmas, it looked just grand.
Debbie knew that she'd more than likely have to explain it all to Khensa and she really did, though she didn't mind it a bit as they sat together on the edge of the bed with Khensa's lovely face set in a look of absolute wonder at it all.
Debbie found that it gave her a very nice feeling to show these things to Khensa, and perhaps even more, she liked the way that her Anubian was beginning to feel comfortable enough with her to allow her aloofness to fall from her more and more.
The microwave ran over and over, cooking up the frozen hors d'œuvres that they'd found. The little oven ran as well to keep everything from cooling too much until everything was ready. Khensa stared at it all.
"Ok, the thing here is to try a little of everything," Debbie explained as she held out the large plate that they were to share from, "You might not like some of this. You might even hate it, but that's the way it goes. If you don't like something, then don't eat it. This is just something light to eat and it ought to be fun."
She pulled the bottle of wine out of the fridge and twisted off the cap. "The way that it used to be done on Earth is that the bottles were plugged with cork. You needed a tool called a corkscrew to pull it out. Now, you can't even get wine in a corked bottle out here to save your life."
They toasted each other and drank one glass with their meal together and after that, they sat on the floor, leaning back against the foot of the bed while they leaned against each other and stared at the tiny little blinking lights of the tree with the cabin lights out.
"I was thinking of your Christmas with Tesem," Debbie smiled, "and it reminded me of our Christmases while we were at college, Robby and me. We'd planned forever to go together, and we were poor as mice when we finally got there and paid our tuition. We had it set up so that we could draw enough to live on though we both worked as we could. There was more tuition money in the account, but we set it up to only be released at the times when we needed it to go on in our studies.
We didn't even have enough to buy a little tree like that one, but we knew that just one time, we wanted to have a real Christmas tree.
Well it just happened that there had been many Earth crops planted there and spruce trees were one species of them. On some worlds, it's big business growing Christmas trees.
So, very late one night, Robby and I went out to a vacant field not too far away from where we lived -- like it was right out back and all. The place was scheduled to be built over for more housing and we knew that all of the trees out there just growing wild would be bulldozed down one day."
She looked over to see Khensa there hanging on every word. "And?" she asked, "What then?"
Debbie shrugged, "We did something that neither of us had ever done before in our lives.
We stole one."
Khensa sat with her jaw in her lap. "How is that done?" she asked, "How do you steal a tree?"
"Put your arm around me and I'll tell you," Debbie smiled softly.
When they sat back again, Debbie smiled even more to feel Khensa's arm around her and her other very warm hand cupping one of her breasts very carefully with her thumb just grazing her nipple back and forth very slowly.
She slipped her hand down so that she could hold Khensa'a 'plum' with her hand.
It came to her then that every single time that she'd ever felt anything of the Anubian's body against hers, there had always been that warmth.
Being a human woman, she thought, she could get used to that quite easily. She wanted to grin, but she held it back when she realized that this wonderful person that she was coming to know wore a full-time fur coat.
She almost laughed.
She'd never feel cold in her bed again.
She went on, "We knew that whoever owned that land wouldn't care about the trees or anything else which grew there on it wild, but we also felt that it was wrong to do.
We tried to find out so that we might ask, but we couldn't get anywhere and Christmas was coming up in only a day. So while Robby was on his knees in the snow, sawing the poor thing down, I kept a lookout and wondered just how loud a handsaw could sound in the dark of the night.
When we finally had it down, we just carried it off, though he went back right away to sweep our tracks with an evergreen bough while I got out the very few cheap decorations that we'd managed to buy. After that, we set it up and decorated it as best we could for a couple of poor students far from home.
It was the best Christmas ever to us.
We didn't know a soul there that far from the school, since it was the only place that we could afford to rent, so we just stayed home and studied and I baked cookies and we fucked like bunnies in the living room over the Christmas break."
She laughed a little, "We didn't see our bed the whole time. We'd just turn out the lights after plugging in the tree lights and we made love and went to sleep when we couldn't do it anymore."
She had a thought then and she looked at Khensa. "I know that it's a little foreign to you in some ways, and I don't really know what you know about the meaning of it all, but having sex really isn't an official part of it at all. I guess that when you're young and on your own and if you're got somebody that you care for, it's just something that I'd guess happens a lot, that's all."
"I know that," Khensa said, "That was a wonderful story. I could imagine it easily.
Do you think that we will make love tonight?"
The question was a little odd to Debbie, but she didn't mind. She looked over into Khensa's eyes for a moment and she saw exactly what she'd had a hope to see there.
She kissed Khensa softly and smiled a little, "Other than kissing, I really don't know much about the way that it goes with another girl, Khensa, but to me, you're very beautiful and I know that I want to make love with you very much."
She sat up and half-turned a little more as she reached for the Anubian's far shoulder with her hand. "Through our little misadventure, we're married. I think that it was something that we did as a matter of convenience so that we could live here together as roommates.
But I think that I've had little thoughts of wondering about it even before that. That is what I seem to feel about it. I mean, I know that we're very different, but I don't care about that. I even like it.
Now, I'm sitting here with the girl that we needed to say would be my husband and the soft scent of her fur makes me want her even more."
She leaned in and kissed Khensa for a long time, both of them moaning a little as their tongues found each other and danced.
When they pulled apart, Debbie smiled again as she ran her fingers through Khensa's cornrow hair for a moment, loving the feel of the little beads there. "I know that we didn't exactly pick the day that we met for it, but this is our wedding night, so I'd really like to try if you'll be patient with me until I get the hang of it."
Khensa nodded, "This has been the most amazing day for me. In one day, I met someone who I had an immediate desire to know, just on sight. It has never happened to me before."
She looked up at the ceiling for a second, as though she just wanted to laugh and then she looked into Debbie's blue eyes again. "At the end of that magical day, I find that she is my wife and now wants to make it, ... what is the word?"
Debbie thought, wondering what it was that Khensa wanted to say and then it came to her.
"When two people get married in a human culture, I think they can say and do about anything that they want, but it doesn't count in a legal way until they mate together. We call that consummating the marriage."
"Ah, yes," Khensa grinned, "that is what I wished to say."
"In fact," Debbie went on, "if you wanted to erase all of this, we just have to do nothing and have our marriage annulled. It doesn't count if we don't have sex together within a reasonable period, like a couple of days, I think."
But Khensa shook her head at that, "No, Deborah, we must. I do not want to erase anything and I would not want to hurt the heart of the one that I care for so much in so little time. I saw you there on the bench waiting for me this morning. I didn't know that it was you who I was going to meet with, but, I really hoped that it was.
I do not believe in this old god of humans, this Anubis character. After my life this far, I did not believe in anything anymore, but when I watched you walk into the place and sit down, looking at your phone, I had such a hope, and though I have been with another female before, it was nothing special to me, since it was in that time when I had become so lax and jaded.
Today?"
She really did laugh then, "I sat there wondering which god or deity that I had to thank for my incredible luck to have even seen a beauty like you. And to learn that she likes me so much that she would do what we did -- all while telling ourselves and each other that we were only doing it to be able to share a place to live in."
She nodded while looking right into Debbie's eyes, "Our first kiss changed everything. Our second removed the veils that we both hid behind."
"What about your search for Tesem?" Debbie asked a little uncertainly.
"If he is here, then I must find him so that I can introduce him to you proudly. I still want to see him, though it is more to see if he is well and happy. But that is for tonight -- if he were to walk in through the door right now.
If I can have just a little more of this wonderful day's luck, then I will be able to introduce him to the one who holds my heart as well. I now wish to try to make it so."
Debbie chuckled softly as she leaned over to kiss Khensa softly, "You give me just once chance, Khensa, and I think that I'd reach to grab your heart and never let it go."
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While Debbie poured them another glass of wine, Khensa picked up the empty plate to take to the little galley. She considered the crumbs there for a moment, "Such little things they were, and yet I am full to bursting."
"Well don't do it," Debbie laughed as she brought their glasses in and set them down on the nightstand by the bed, "This place might be roomier than your ship, but it's still small, so bursting is not allowed. In fact, I forbid it."
When Khensa stepped out of the galley and looked over toward the bed, her heart just seemed to crash inside of her and her lungs felt as though they'd snagged somehow.
The lights were still off and the only light in the room came from the tiny little winking LEDs on the tree. It lent a warm and soft glow to everything and one of those things was Debbie's body as she lay on the bed with a smile.
"I may not know what I'm doing once we start, but I have heard that Anubians are really good lovers, so I'm kind of hoping just a little now that you might just show me a little of the uh, legend."
Khensa smiled very slowly as she got down on the floor and crept onto the bed, coming to Debbie on all fours. It might have looked a little sexy if she'd been human, but the truth of it was that she wasn't. She was something which, depending on need or circumstance could also be a quadruped.
As far as Debbie was concerned, she thought that Khensa could look sexy just brushing her teeth -- and she knew that, having seen it only minutes before.
Now?
The slow way that the Anubian slunk over across the room in a rather sultry and predatorial way, with her yellow eyes gleaming now and then with the reflected light from the glow of the tree and her mouth open just a little -- just enough to catch the other gleam from her long teeth, ...
Debbie felt herself grow sopping wet for Khensa in a little over a heartbeat.
"I felt different to you when we stood and hugged without clothes on?" Khensa asked.
Debbie nodded, not really knowing if she could even speak right then.
"It is because of one of our differences, "Khensa smiled. "What I have protrudes much more than what might be on any human female. I hope that you will like what I have there for you."
She moved her front part onto the bed and she just kept coming, so inexorably slowly that Debbie almost whimpered. To her surprise, Khensa didn't move to get beside her.
She just poured herself uphill like a slightly threatening shadow and she moved over Debbie and looked down with a mildly feral grin.
Debbie noticed the hidden strength of that dark body and she saw the shape of it and felt the way that it had it's effect on her at the same time.
For just a thin slice of time, she also saw that plum and the way that the point of it now protruded even more.
It reminded her of the prow of a sailing ship, for God's sake, she thought.
"I wondered why you wished to list me as the husband between us. It confused me, since where I am from, when females pair in a marriage, there is no distinction made as to their roles.
I am not so much of one who could feel comfortable in that role all of the time, so I hope that you can understand that.
But for now," she sighed in a rather wickedly wanton tone, "I must to prove my prowess in lovemaking, I think. Such a, ... delicious task that you have set me to."
She smiled then, and while Debbie saw lust in that lovely dark face, she also saw a lot more.
She tried to smile up, but she doubted that Khensa saw anything other than a rather weak attempt. It had come to Debbie's mind that the way that they were between them as animals left little doubt as to which one would be the more efficient killer out in the wild.
"What are you thinking?" the dark girl asked and Debbie told her in an almost trembling voice.
Khensa smiled again, still slow as molasses and it was a lot more friendly then as well.
"That might be so," she said almost as a whisper as she lowered her face to nuzzle against the human's cheek for a moment, "but I would never hurt you. In fact, I think that today has taught me something about myself. That fool in the mall who wanted to kiss us in his drunkenness?
For just the briefest moment, I wanted to kill him. But the thought passed instantly.
Right now, ... at this moment," she said as she lowered herself slowly onto Debbie's body, ...
"I wish to claim what is mine."
As they looked into each other's eyes, Debbie felt the way that Khensa adjusted herself so that her plum -- that sweet, wild and delicious-looking firmness between her legs found its way forward and pressed against Debbie's outer lips in a teasing sort of way.
Debbie gasped a little to feel it and Khensa pushed forward a little, seeking the right place to begin.
A few moments later, and Debbie felt her lips -- both sets -- being parted and she knew that the dark little hood over Khensa's clitoris had completely receded, just by listening to the change in her lover's breathing.
Khensa moved then, thrusting very slowly, still in a slightly experimental way, and Debbie thought a little more of the shape of that wonderful plum.
It could also be a plowblade.
The next thrust spread Debbie even more and she felt the intrusion of Khensa's much longer clitoris as it slipped inside of her to actually penetrate her for a short distance. Her hands flew up to touch Khensa's shoulders and hang on because she had no choice in it somehow.
The third thrust caused her to groan and she threw her head back in response.
The sight of that lovely throat there under her, open and exposed in that manner was the last of the common animal stimuli that Khensa could stand.
She began to move more and harder every time that she plowed into Debbie's furrow and she lowered her head to take that throat in her long teeth, just to hold as she mated her human -- just to squeeze so very lightly now and again as her tongue lapped the bare pale skin there.
Debbie got it -- what this was to signify -- even if Khensa wasn't really aware of it.
This was Khensa taking her mate, claiming what was hers as she'd said.
She felt one of Khensa'a long hands take hold of her breast and it added to what was becoming something wild to Debbie.
She didn't mind it.
She cried out as her hands flew over the short fur on her lover's back.
She spread her legs as much as she was able, trying to offer that pure and magnificently female plow just a little more furrow.
Fuck that, Debbie thought, she drew her legs back to give Khensa all the furrow that she had to give to her.
"AaaAh! UhhUH, AaaaAHH!" the strange wild noises seemed to fill the air in the little camper craft and Debbie wondered why Khensa would make them, until she realized that it was her own throat which was the source.
Khensa was breathing like a bellows right up against her throat and just below her ear. The most complex sound that she made was "rrrr,...rrrr,...rrrr," on and on like that.
"Yes!" Debbie cried, "Oh, Khens, Oh Khensa, Oh Ohh! Oh fuck. Fu -- fuck me Khensa, oh God, OH!"
Debbie's own clitoris felt like it was humming every time that Khensa's slipped underneath it to lift it a little. She wondered how this could feel so good. In spite of the way that she could feel that little thing slide in and out of her, it didn't make sense, since there was no great prick filling her here.
Khensa released Debbie's throat and she looked down into those hypnotic and dangerous blue eyes, so foreign to her, so crystalline and pure.
Debbie looked up and she saw the golden orbs there above her and she felt naked somehow in their light. It was as if they were taking knowledge from her about how she felt and offered nothing back.
Until she saw Khensa blink.
Then she saw that they took nothing at all, but were giving to her as Khensa smiled in her joy at making her Deborah happy.
Debbie seized that head and pulled it down while she opened her mouth to offer it to her beast.
Khensa took Debbie's sweet mouth in much the same manner as she took her in this mating. It was hard and a little ferocious and most of all, it was very loving as well.
For the first time since that horrible night when she'd opened the door to hear that her Robby was dead, Debbie's heart flew in her chest and she noticed then that Khensa no longer held her breast at all.
Khensa's incredible body was now being held up by her strong arms so that her nipples and her amazing furry breasts could tease Debbie's every time that she pushed forward.
It was a little annoying at first.
It was like a pair of tickles that you couldn't ever scratch because the sense would be gone if you did.
It was really nice, now that she thought about it and ...
It was just fucking awesome as the whole thing came to her in a flash of realization.
She was being fucked so amazingly well by her huge black-furred beast.
The arrival of that thought coincided with the waves from her crotch. Her nipples seemed to have re-established that long-forgotten connection to her crotch somehow and, and, ...
Debbie threw her head back into the pillow and she heard the first few faint clicks from her neck and she just knew.
It hit her then, that first strong blasting wave that hadn't even given her fair warning. She lifted her shoulders off the bed and tilted her head back even more as she cried out with her mouth open wide.
Khensa saw it and it brought her own rushing crash to her. She fucked faster, harder, faster still, as though she was trying to outrun her own orgasm to stay just a little ahead of the wave, just a little more, a little longer, so that her Deborah might finish well.
She'd never said a thing, not wanting to jinx this on both sides at once, but for the Shm'Sha, to finish poorly or weakly in a first coupling was regarded as a way to presage the pairing from that point on, so it was paramount to finish well the very first time.
Khensa knew it was a pile of dung. But it was the popular nonsensical custom back there.
As though she needed even more pressure.
It was daunting enough to want to please someone so beautiful and foreign to her.
She sure didn't need to keep thinking of some old Anubian wive's tale.
Debbie was pushing against her as though she was trying to sit up and Khensa reached to hold her tightly as she allowed a little room for the motion. In the next moment, she felt Debbie's face against the side of hers, crying out into her ear a little painfully and trying to kiss her so needfully at the same time. She couldn't believe the sounds that she was hearing.
"Oh Khensa, Oh, Oh Khensa, oh, oh, Ah, Ahh, AAhh, ... KhenSAAAAAAAAaaaaaa."
She tried to hold on to Deborah while still allowing the insane way that she seemed to want to writhe for several long moments until she just lowered the two of them down onto the bed with a groan.
There were long minutes of only their breathing and silence otherwise for a time as Khensa focused on the ceiling and the way that the colored lights danced their magical combinations of hues up there.
Debbie seemed to lunge at her from out of nowhere on her left side to press her head against her chest for a moment before shifting so that she could take one of Khensa'a nipples in her mouth to suckle very softly, like a newborn who already had a full belly, but just wanted the security of her mother's breast against her little face.
Khensa smiled to herself.
She'd made love to a human female, of all things.
And it had been wonderful.
"I think," Debbie began and it sounded a little like a croak then.
"I'm not completely sure because, ..." she raised her head to look at the display on the clock built into the wall, "I've only known you for, ... well, it's now our second day, Khensa."
The Anubian smiled even wider, thoroughly entertained by Debbie trying and failing to say something which just had to be important to her somehow.
She reached to hold Debbie and stroke the lovely blonde hair which fascinated her so for a moment, "There was something which you wished to say, but I don't think that you ever got there."
Debbie looked at her and nodded before she lowered her head to kiss that nipple again and hold onto the breast with both hands as she began to suckle once more.
She stopped finally and only moved her head enough so that she could whisper very slowly, dragging her lips over the nipple and causing Khensa to almost flinch, though she didn't, loving the sensation so much.
"I think I love you, Khensa," Debbie whispered, "It's too early to be sure. I just know how I feel.
But it's the 24th now. That makes it Christmas Eve, though it's still pretty early. Just as soon as I can, I'm gonna get up and make love to you, you wonderful, incredible fucking awesome girl."
There was silence for a few moments as Debbie seemed to concentrate on the nipple in front of her while Khensa stroked her head.
"Fuck it," Debbie sighed, "I may as well say it. If I can't make this work -- and even at Christmas, ...
Khensa, I love you. Please love me back and whatever you do, don't you dare leave me or go to work at a job on the outside, ok?
Ok?"
Khensa turned over a little to take Debbie into her arms and she sighed from the tightness of Debbie's hug.
"I love you too, Deborah. Merry Christmas."
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Khensa listened to Debbie's soft breathing. From the sound of it, she was asleep. Khensa thought it was sweet to listen to her.
She remembered what had been said about making love to her, but she guessed that it had been a long day for the human and she might be tired out.
She'd never had a human lover before, so she didn't know.
And anyway, she didn't really mind, either.
It had been a long day for her too.
From wanting to share a living space to ending up married and making love to that, she smiled as she looked over at what to her was the most beautiful person that she'd ever seen.
She hadn't yet, but she intended to ask Deborah about these angel things, almost certain that her lover shared a little of that lineage.
She eased herself off the bed and she stepped over to the nightstand. There were the two glasses of wine there, a little forgotten now.
From what she knew, she couldn't just pour it back into the bottle. It seemed a bit of a shame to her.
The thought caused her to look at Deborah again as another smile began on her face.
It hadn't been all that long ago that nothing had seemed like a shame to her. Her life had been one long endless round of parties and male and female bodies either in the beds that she passed through or passing through her own bed.
Now she looked over at her beautiful blonde ape again and she knew that she'd probably never want anyone else again.
She knew that Deborah would make good on her promise to make love to her at some point in the near future.
She walked to the galley to pour out the wine as she thought about that for a moment.
She realized that she was holding her glass and she raised it to her lips.
She'd only had time to swallow once and then Deborah was there in front of her, apologizing for drifting off.
"It's alright, Deborah," she smiled in a bit of surprise, "A long day, I do not mind."
"Well I mind," Debbie said seriously, "I'm so sorry." She took the other wineglass from Khensa and she threw back about a third of it.
"I can't afford to buy wine that I won't drink," she smiled.
"So set your glass down, honey -- that is, unless you're sophisticated enough to be able to hold it up while I do this.
You're my husband now. So it's my job, the way that I see it, to keep you pleased.
You wanted to know why I told Phil that you were the husband?
The answer is that I just knew.
I don't want us to be set in any way, Khensa. I just know that between us, you're the stronger one - and I'm coming to love that about you very much."
Debbie began to kiss her way down Khensa'a front, making little side-trips to visit her breasts along the way as she went.
Khensa shivered as she felt Debbie's hands holding on to her ribs and then sliding down to keep pace with her amazing mouth as it nibbled and grazed its way over the furry plains around and below her navel. And then farther south.
Khensa felt Debbie's hands as they took hold of her flanks and then she felt the first of the kisses, like little butterflies as Debbie kissed her wet way around that part of her which was so unusual to a human girl.
She sipped her wine, knowing that soon, there'd be little chance of it.
She looked down and felt her heart taken to see her sweet human beauty as she tried -- and failed -- to open her mouth wide enough so that she could close it over what she referred to as 'Khensa's magical plum'.
She gave up her attempt after another moment and then Khensa watched as Debbie began to lick and suck as well as any pro.
She leaned back against the counter and she reached to hold Debbie's head, whimpering and cooing out her own love to the girl on her knees before her.
For someone who'd never done it before, Debbie had Khensa bucking her hips against her face in pretty much record time while Khensa's tail moved forward to tickle Debbie's flat belly where she could just to hear her giggle.
It was over not long afterward and she helped her girl up off the floor.
"I've gotta find a tissue for my face, "Debbie began, but Khensa only spun her around and kissed her, licking what she could away at the same time.
"Take me to bed, Deborah," she smiled as she felt Debbie's arm slip around her waist, "We need to conserve our strength for the coming days."
"Huh?" Debbie looked up and Khensa smiled as she got under the covers and waited for her lover to join her, "How do you mean?"
"I think that we must go and buy some more food before we do much more of anything," Khensa grinned, "and then, of course, maybe a little more wine. I will pay for it all if you will continue to teach me."
Debbie looked down at her Anubian there in her arms with a soft smile and a little shrug, "What do you want to learn from me, Khensa?"
"Well, I love to listen to your tales. I enjoy them so much. But sometimes I have a question over some point or other and I am afraid to interrupt you, so then, ..."
She sighed as she reached to hold one of the blonde's breasts, "Well the questions return to me later on, though the circumstances have changed and I am afraid to mention it again."
"Like what, Khensa? Ask me anything. I'll always try to help you."
"Well," Khensa began, as she began to feel a little tired herself and also a little of the effects of the glass of wine as it hit her bloodstream, "You spoke of baking cookies and I do not know what they are or why one might wish to bake them."
Debbie leaned down and kissed Khensa's forehead, "Then that's something else that we're going to do when we get up. We need to buy a few more things so that I can bake you some Christmas cookies. They're for eating, in case I wasn't clear."
"Oh," Khensa smiled and nodded a little in a way that just took Debbie's heart away, "Well what are bunnies then?
I do not even know what they are, but from your story, I think that I must -- at some point during this Christmastime -- learn to fuck like one for you."
Debbie laughed as she slid down next to Khensa, "Just go to sleep now, Baby. I'll explain it all to you in the morning and then show you properly after dinner sometime." | literotica |
Title: Brother, My Father by Hetiseen Rozevos
Tags: Canine, Character Development, Coyote, Cub, Incest, Love, M/F, Vaginal, Young Love, Zoophilia
I'm a photographer now. Though I love writing, I'm a photographer. It takes a lot out of me to write stories. I don't plan on giving up at it, but I can't see myself producing stories any faster than I already am. What follows is a work of fiction and a work that contains underage sex, incest, and complex and embarrassing emotions more people on this earth are familiar with than they would admit.
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My brother did all the woodwork for the gaudy old church down the road. I call it gaudy from spite, you see. It's the most beautiful thing in town, save for the bread when it's just been carried out from the oven to the sidewalk to be sold in the mornings. My son prays for me there - at the church. He rests his head against the top of the pew in front of him, not knowing who it was that sanded and varnished it. While he prays for my sins the men around him pray for the sins they committed with me. The priest prays, hardest of all of them, but for what I don't know. The things he does without even a blush... and then to say someone else is a sinner... They're all lost. But when their god couldn't bear to look at them, I was the one holding their heads to my breasts and stroking their hair.
A long time ago, when the economy was better, I still did what I do today. I had no child, I had a place of my own, and I had family nearby that had no idea what I did for a living. I thought they didn't, at least. Seeing as how the economy was so good and I was quite young to have left home, never having had a child, I could charge quite a bit and see maybe one man an evening and still have money to spend on extravagant gifts for myself.
I was walking through the streets one evening, half looking for something to buy and half ready to sell if someone gave the right nod, when I bumped into my brother. He was my senior by two years and already a skilled carpenter. He always looked at me with a cruel little smile when we were both home with mother in those days. I thought it was just because he had become so terribly self assured in recent years. I had no idea he could've suspected anything. So when he gave me a suggestive nod and slipped money in my pocket, I thought nothing past the fact that it was a queer way to drop off a few extra francs from mother. He suggested we go and get a coffee before heading back to my place and I simply followed him blindly.
"Do you really intend on doing this?" He said, peering over the rim of a tiny cup from which he drank a curiously strong Italian coffee.
"Do what?" I replied.
"Do you intend to... do... the things a prostitute does, I suppose."
My eyes must have looked larger than the saucers on the table, but I fought to maintain my dignity. I had always thought that when this day came I would stand my ground, defend my actions, and never say that I was sorry. The silly thing, though, was that I had long forgotten the money he slipped me and the look he gave me when he asked me out to coffee, and so we were talking about two slightly different things.
"Yes. I do. I quite intend to do every little thing a prostitute does. And I intend to do those things for a very long time. I quite imagine I couldn't be any happier with the situation. I am doing what I love, and I'm getting a little money for it as well. It puts butter and meat on the table, where mother only offers bread, and I dare say I expect never to cum so hard with any kind of 'legitimate' marriage."
He blushed hotly and dropped his coffee after the first two sentences. I continued on with my speech, but his attention was divided between myself, the little ceramic cup careening from the edge of the saucer and off onto the ground, and the waiter rushing to clean up the mess and provide another drink.
"I- I-I c-c-c-cant b-believe it..." he stammered, in the stutter I used to simply adore when we were both very young. It nearly broke my confident front to hear it.
"Well, believe it. This is what I want to do. This is what I've always wanted to do. I only wish you came to me earlier so I could've had it off my chest and gotten it over with right from the start. This day should've come the first day I thought that this was what I wanted to do - at mother's house when I was six and you were eight - I knew then and I know now!"
I put my coffee down triumphantly just as he stood, nearly throwing his chair out of the way. The waiter had just brought his new cup when he put down well over the cost of our drinks and took my hand, easily lifting me and dragging me away from the caf‚. Having just bore my soul, I was exhausted. I let him drag my body through the streets as I followed along, ears on point, tail listlessly sagging between my legs, legs taking rapid little shuffles to keep up with his purposeful stride.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked, the tips of my ears showing a rose tint of blush as the last of my passion to stand for my choices in life had drained from me for the evening.
"I'm taking you back to your house, of course." The effort with which he pulled me down the street masked some of the sound of his happiness, but it was impossible to mistake the tone of his voice. He was experiencing the purist ecstasy a man ever can - anticipation of a love he has wanted for as long as he remembers. I was completely confused.
"You aren't... angry?" I asked, pulling my hand away and standing my ground as we reached the front of the building where I rented the second story.
"Angry!? My deer sister," He took a step toward me and I stepped to the side, shrinking against the cold stucco wall, feeling it pull my dress up as I shrank down against it, "I," he placed his hands on my hips and held me up as my knees gave way - I was sure he had gone mad with hate - "I fear there is no man happier on this earth, Paris be damned!"
He pushes his lips against mine and lifted me up the wall. My ears fluttered and my tail pulled between my legs as I felt every firmness of his body pressing through his clothes and my dress to hold me up against the wall while he kissed. I remembered in a flash that he had paid me. I remembered his words at the caf‚. He was not talking about my life; he was talking about tonight - about right now. I felt his hand gather my dress and reach under it and I nearly fainted, pulling away from his lips and gasping for air.
"Brother!"
He stepped back, allowing me to open the door. He panted, ashamed and feeling childlike in his inability to restrain himself. His slacks showed unmistakable desire and his whole body seemed on point after my exclamation. I had called out to gain freedom, and to get inside, but I was unable to do so without love and sexual tension playing the word through my lips like a bow drawn across a violin. As I opened the door and tip-toed up the steps, I mouthed the letters with my tongue, wondering what I was doing. I nearly giggled at the "th", my tongue rubbing against the roof of my mouth. Thinking about him like this brought me back to feeling like a little girl, when we would play together and share our baths. I hadn't considered it. I hadn't allowed myself to consider it. But as I remembered our two bodies soaped and rinsed together in a tub behind the house - his young body bubbling with energy and love for his sister - I lifted my dress in the back, held it up with my tail to show him my panties, and ran up the stairs giggling like I was an empty headed five year old.
"Please! Please wait!" I cried.
He took a step back, but his hands still held me.
"The door isn't even closed. Just... let's take this slow."
He gave a mean little smirk, "But I paid for this already..."
I frowned and stepped out of his grasp, shutting the door and taking off my shoes. "I may be a professional, but I'm not in the habit of having sex with my brother. I imagine it's a habit one would enter into slowly. Besides," I walked away from him to get a drink of water, but mostly to avoid facing him, "I don't sleep with men that I love." My voice trailed off to a whisper, but he stood there in the middle of the room, stunned by the words. The wind seemed to fall from his sails - I saw it when I returned to him with the water.
"Oh don't pout, you paid, you'll leave happy," I said while trailing a finger down the front of his chest, growling lustily and feeling a chill down my back when I cupped his withering erection, which then sprang to life again. "I just want to talk for a bit... do you remember what it was like when we were little?" I sat him down next to me on the couch. "Do you remember life before daddy's pension?"
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We grew up in a small one room farm house with no electricity or plumbing, deep in the countryside of France. We were always told we were descended from royalty, but that nobody in France gives a fuck for a coyote. We learned the value of money by never having any. We learned the value of others by never consorting with them. To this day we pretend to care for neither, though our actions say otherwise.
"I remember the tub," was all he could say while he sat there, desperate to see his sister naked.
In the winter we had our baths inside. Mother and father would bring us hot water and scrub our bodies. Sometimes one of them would sit in the tub with us, when we were very small. But mother had a wide frame, and though father loved it, it ensured that when father was gone we bathed as brother and sister only as soon as we were old enough to walk.
When we settled in to sleep in those winter months I would rest between my brother and mother. Father would wait until he thought we couldn't hear him and say, "I'm going to make love to momma now, if any naughty children are awake we will make a new baby to replace you and sell you to the gypsies." If either of us were awake we would giggle madly, curl up and cover our heads with the covers, and mother would begin moaning softly.
I never thought much of it. They did it nearly every night when the weather was cold, and it kept us all so warm that sometimes we'd have to pull the covers down a bit just to get to sleep. Lying next to mother, I would peak under the covers sometimes, watching what was happening. It was a long time before I realized that by the time father teased us he had already had his hand between her legs. I remember pressing my body to mother's back and breathing with her. I imagined reaching down and helping daddy, feeling his fingers moving inside her, feeling his huge cock slipping in and out. The thought of it would drive me crazy. As mother panted and bit her lip I buried my face against the middle of her back and pushed my hips to hers, wishing I could slip inside her and be where she was, feeling what she must have felt. I imagined what daddy's slippery fingers would feel like, my whole hand wrapped around just one of them. I imagined what it would be like to feel him pulsing, filling mommy, pulling out and getting the mess all over my hand. Father would breathe quickly, then mother, then silence. There would be a wet sound of withdrawal. Then, panting, I would sleep against mother's back, father on the other side, and my brother then curled up and pressed against my back. By summer every year I would be driven near to madness, wishing for nothing but to feel what daddy was doing to mommy with my own hands - to see it directly, uninhibited - to feel it inside me.
In summer we slept apart, with the blanket half off the bed. During the hottest nights one of us would flee from the bed to sleep on the cold ground, thankful that something in the world was still capable of being cold. Father never touched mother at night during the summer months. Days, sometimes weeks, would pass between mating. We knew how long it had been because the longer mother was without father inside her the more she would talk. In winter she only opened her mouth to say it was supper time, or time for a bath, or, on Christmas, to give daddy his present under the covers. In summer she would ramble. She would order around every little nuance of the day and wouldn't let a single mistake pass without drawing it out into a conversation.
But when father had enough of listening to her he'd drag the tub around to the back of the house. He'd fill it with cold water straight from the pump, leaving it there under the spigot. My brother and I would be stripped and dropped in the water to play while he went back to the house, locking us out should we feel like wandering back inside. We would have an hour or two to play naked in the water with the summer sun warming our faces. Because of the hills and the trees lining the area we had privacy, of sorts. We could be seen from the road, but there was never anybody on the road. There was a pen with two donkeys nearby, and we were close enough to the house to hear mother screaming unabashedly for more of whatever she was being given that we never saw in the winter months, but for the most part we had a great open space to play naked and feel exposed but without spectators or visitors. It was then, in the summer months in the countryside of France that we watched the donkeys rut. We explored each other's bodies. We ran sopping wet and naked through the grass and tumbled around wrestling, only to jump back into the tub to clean off.
One day, the first time we were out that year, I remember being particularly frustrated from the winter months. I was six and my brother was eight. We sat, side by side, dripping from every strand of fur, plopped down on the hot, dry grass around the donkeys' pen. The grass was tickling and scratching me, and I remember it bothered my brother as well, as we both shuffled uncomfortably, bumping into each other, teetering this way and that without a modicum of patience. I remember watching the muscles in the male's thigh as he rose up and began finding his way into the female.
"Do you think feral animals think the same way we do?" I asked him.
"I dunno... that one thinks like daddy."
The fat flared head found its way into her. We could still hear mom and dad going at it back at the house. The muscles all clenched at once and before I knew it the length of donkey cock was buried. One flex, two, three, four; the leg muscles of the animal seemed impossible for the female to endure. I remember turning to my brother and wondering "will he do that to a girl one day?" Turning back to the donkey, staring dead silent like brother, I watched the thick veins on the shaft slipping in and out. I thought I saw the underside throbbing and a little trickle of white. I bit my lip and began panting as, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my brother licking his lips. An instant later the male climbed back and cum exploded from what had just been a union. There was a wet pop and a huge puddle of slime. The two animals walked off, content to spend the rest of their day as if it never happened.
Our curiosity was more or less innocent as we climbed through the fence and stood over the mess. It was a puddle at least the size of one of us.
"Does that happen when dad does it to mom?" he asked me, knowing that I watched them under the covers.
"Not... not so much as that."
"Does it go inside her?" he was looking closer and closer.
"Mostly... dad licks the rest from his hand." I remember blushing so hard I could feel my ears grow hot, even hotter than the sun beating down on them.
Without warning he grabbed hold of me, tackling me so that I fell dangerously close to the donkey puddle. "EWWW!" I cried out, halfheartedly, and began wrestling with him. I was so furiously pent up with ignorant six year old sexual frustration that the close contact and effort felt amazing. Perhaps I would just consider it an abundance of youthful energy and not sexual if not for what happened next. Perhaps my entire life would be different if not for what happened.
Rolling in the dry grass and having come from the tub, we were soon covered head to toe in little broken off bits of itchy grass. We had a fair coating of dust as well. He would pin me, and I would pin him. In the midst of the wrestling I could feel, from time to time, his sheath pressed against my stomach, or on my back, or under my tail or between my legs. It seemed larger each time it happened, and soon it seemed as though he was doing it on purpose. I pictured daddy's sheath, and then his member at full hardness pushing through mommy's folds. When brother pinned me next I latched onto him with arms and legs and thrust my hips against his, causing him to bark and thrust back. We rolled t hat way, kissing awkwardly, and rolled right into the mess left by the donkey. I lay there, the hot cum soaking into my back, covering every inch of my body not covered by my brother, while my brother thrust clumsily, looking for the point to it all. My mind was swimming. I felt nothing at all, but everything all at once. The heat of the sun, the ground, the cum, my brother, and suddenly the stinging heat of his cock buried inside me. He came in seconds and when he pulled out I was left with a strange heat where he had been. We looked at each other. We stared. We slowly got up and went back to the tub. When father came out to get us we had the guiltiest looks of our lives on our faces as brother was trying desperately to clean the wet donkey cum from my fur.
Father laughed and sent my brother inside to fetch soap. We almost never used it, as it was expensive for us. I cried and explained what happened while father smiles and cleaned my back. Brother cried and clung to father's arm as he nodded in agreement with everything that was said. When we had finished the story we sniffled and stopped crying; father rubbed our heads condescendingly.
"Just don't have any puppies together."
That summer, as infrequently as mother had father, I had brother; up until the beginning of fall.
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I remember knowing what was happening in the intuitive way children often do when something is too terrible and too adult to understand. We had lived in that little house for so long with so little to think about because father had inherited a small sum of money. We lived together doing almost nothing but playing and talking and being - learning as some children did in schools from both parents being home and attentive at all times.
Father joined the military. Mother wept. We seldom touched each other in bed, even for warmth. Father left that fall, so soon after a summer so fast and passionate. Fall turned to winter and still none of us leaned against the other to stay warm. We received letters and money from father, but mother sent us out of the house so she could read them. She withered without him there. She talked incessantly but about nothing. She was never happy, but always pretended to be. We received one final letter, which mother cried for days over after reading. We were mailed money regularly, but we never got any more letters. Father had died and his pension went to mother.
We were all withdrawn and distant. The money replaced everything in the house. Father had been a war hero or had been promoted, I'm not sure which, but they seemed to give us more money than they should. When the house couldn't hold all the new things we moved to a proper town. Mother gave brother and I an allowance to live in the middle of town while she had a small cottage on the edge. She much preferred to give us the money so that she could wither and die alone.
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"You remember the tub?" I asked, just to hear him say it again.
"I can't get the sight out of my mind. When you were covered in... in... the first time we had sex, I can't forget it. It haunts me. I don't want any other woman."
I blushed and fidgeted. "If... you wanted to take me... like you did that day..." I smiled and looked up at him, not used to feeling shame or inhibition. "I don't have any donkey cum, but you're free to take me as you please."
He sprang to his feat and began stripping clothes from his body. Before I could reach the zipper to my dress he was standing over me, over a pile of clothes, with an impressive erection. The little boy with a cute little prick that fit in the palm of your hand was gone. He was strong, with wide shoulders, though he was frightfully thin. I climbed off the couch and onto my knees with my eyes locked on it. I licked my lips and remembered father. Reaching up, I was reaching for him. Opening my mouth, I closed my eyes and received him.
It was father's shaft that I felt slide across my tongue, pressing against the back of my throat. My ears were splayed out, and I could swear I was wagging my tail like a child. Before I knew it, I was cradling it in both hands, rubbing it along the side of my face and cooing; worshiping it like it was the one and only member I'd ever seen. He was perfect. So thick and long that it took both hands to handle, but no longer and no thicker. His scent brought me back home. Pressing the underside of his tip to my nose, I breathed deep and gave a long, slow lick while breathing out with a shudder; taking him back into my mouth. I vaguely remember hearing him panting and grunting as I focused on relaxing, letting his tip pierce and pull back from my throat, over and over.
Like it was from another language, he told me to stop. He begged and pleaded, but I kept on, my mind under the covers in the little home deep in the countryside. It was late one winter evening and mother was out. Tonight it was me. I felt his claws digging into my ears and he began thrusting apart from my movements. I imagine my nose probably looked cute on some level, scrunched up to cope with being thrown over and over into my brother's stomach. As he came against my tongue I fell back into reality. I pulled back and the last stream of thick cum hit me across the cheek. I was panting loudly, a hand between my legs.
Blinking, I looked up at him. He wasn't my father, but he wasn't all that bad of a man, and I did love him.
"I thought you said I could take you like that first day," he said, trying to catch his breath, standing there awkwardly with large drops of spit and cum collecting and falling to the floor in lewd sheets of sticky fluid.
I coughed and blushed before responding, "I want you to last a little longer than you did then," in a teasing voice. I rose to my feet and removed my dress and underwear slowly, looking down and away. While I worked I made a request. "Could you... could we do it in the bed... quiet and slow, like-"
"Like a winter night?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
I stood, naked as when we were young and ready for bed, and led him back to the bedroom. It seemed wrong to be there with love involved. The room had seen only profit and thoughtless fun. I pulled back the bedding, which was far, far richer than what we had back then, as if to invite him; but in a flash I was overcome with emotion and tore the sheets and blankets from the mattress. In an old chest I hadn't opened in a long time there was a scratchy old blanket from the old house. I made the bed over, the way it used to be, bleak, grey, and uncomfortable. I climbed in, forcing him to lie on the side where father would have been.
We were on our backs, uncomfortably, the way that I imagine only politicians and the dead can sleep. I worried he would question our positions. I was worried about so many things. We held hands under the covers and continued to catch our breath from earlier. His cock was even more attractive hidden there as an obscenely large bulge dampening the fabric.
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Before the summer was over and before I knew that father was leaving or that we were running out of his inheritance, I remember a walk we went on. It was after me and my brother had had sex a few times. We started to realize what it was, how to do it, the feelings involved, and how to do all kinds of things children shouldn't do. Mother was at home, presumably talking to my brother. We were going up the road kicking little rocks or chunks of dirt, making a one-way game of soccer out of it.
"What you are doing with your brother, do you know about it?"
"It's what you and mommy do!" I remember I answered that question so sure of myself, and so happy.
"No, little girl, what I do with your mother is make love to her. We married and we had the two of you because we are in love. What we do, we do because we love each other." He had stopped and crouched down to face me eye to eye. "You love your brother, no?"
I nodded, confused and a little sad. I wanted it to be exactly the same as what mommy and daddy did.
"You see how your brother looks at you, right? I may be old, and you may be too young... I love you, I love your brother. I love your mom and all of us love you. Everyone in this family loves everyone else. But the look in your brother's eyes is the look I have for your mother."
I felt my heart beginning to break. I was searching my father's eyes for that same look that my brother gave me or that he gave my mother and it wasn't there. His eyes were simple, and loving, but it was not... that... thing, that fucking je ne sais quoi. He didn't have it in his eyes when he looked at me and it broke my heart. I began crying. I was inconsolable, but I remember his words as he kept talking.
"What you're doing is having fun. You're exploring and enjoying. I don't know if I should let the two of you keep on, but I don't know how to stop it from happening. At least this way you learn early and I can keep an eye on you two. But you have to know that it's not the same for your brother. You may cry now but he is crying harder, I promise you. He is learning from mother that you do not share his feelings. He has to face the fact that you are just playing. To him, you are all he wants for the rest of his life. You are to him what momma is to your papa. This is just new and frightening for you, but he is having his heart broken."
I hit him as hard as I could. I was small and not particularly strong, so it didn't do anything, but it hurt my hand. I ran all the way back to the house feeling the pain in my hand where I had hit him. I didn't understand how he could see the look in my brother but he couldn't see it when I looked at him. When I got back to the house I heard my brother crying. I went around back to the tub and sat beside it, closing my eyes and heaving great big breaths of tears and exhaustion. Eventually I came to understand the situation. I came to think I understood it. It was like that day never happened, though. It was so easy to forget that it happened at the same time as that summer I spent experimenting with my brother. It was an anomaly - a little blip that never happened. The day after, we played; and it was all the same to me.
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We lay in bed.
"This is where father would be." He said, finally. Despite the time passing he was still hard and his heart still beat quickly.
"And I'm mother." My voice was so soft and broken that they were hardly words at all.
We lay in bed.
I shifted my thighs together, still burning with desire, staring at the mound of blanket defining the edge of his member. I cleared my throat in the silence and prepared to say the same thing again, worried he hadn't heard. He interrupted me, though, speaking just as I made a sound.
"No... No you're not. You're just lying where mother would have been." He turned toward me and placed a hand between my legs, plunging his middle finger easily between my lips. I shivered and clung to him, falling away into memories again. I breathed the way mom used to - quiet, but passionate. His touch lit fires up and down my body, raging over the surface of my skin and stoking the coals of some deep, deep lust.
I gasped. I had never been so unprepared for the feelings and emotions I was experiencing. I could hear the sound of it, like I heard the sound as a child. Wet, sloppy, lewd but playful; the sound of a man's fingers dipping into and out of a woman's slit. I felt like I was floating and dissociated as he worked another finger inside me, reaching as deep as he could. I held my legs apart and pressed my chest to his, letting my panting breath fall across his face. I could feel that it was hot and I could smell that it was pungent from having him in my mouth, but it only seemed to drive him on.
He hooked his fingers and dragged them inside me, against this side then the other, teasing me and working me open. At this point, though, I was as close to the old house as possible. I was ten years ready for this moment. Mother was gone, and it was me. I reached down and held his member in my hands. I shuddered, just from the thought of it, then, using the tips of two fingers, I pushed it down until I felt it ready to enter me. I buried my face in his shoulder and thought of daddy. He thought of me. He would have paid anything to have made love to me, and I should be so lucky as to feel the physical bliss I felt that night ever again, but we were dealt two different lives and in that night we found the culmination of every half-accomplished dream we ever had. It was a lewd, loud, furious union of failure.
For hours we fucked. We called each others' names. We called out mother and father. He came in me quickly after the first entry but he just kept going. Time after time, he would pant, move me, and continue. His eyes were closed and he imagined it was me there, with my eyes open, begging him for more. I submitted to his every sexual desire except that one. I held my eyes shut and dreamt of daddy. If either of us had our eyes open, or if there were a fly on the wall, it would have been an impressive display. I could feel every pulse of his shaft. I felt it every time he came in me, and I felt every drop that fell out as he continued. I raked my claws across his back and he pulled at my hair at the height of passion.
I don't know that we stopped because we were finished or because we ran out of energy to continue.
In a terrible act of indiscretion, after it was no longer permissible by the heat of the moment, I pressed my face against his chest and panted out under my breath, "daddy, daddy I love you."
He held me close. I began crying. "No. You're only lying where mother would have. And I'm only lying where father would have." He was so cold to say it then... but he was right. I fell asleep there, with my tears rolling down his chest. I woke up and he was still there.
He left after breakfast. We kissed at the door, but just as he left he said his last words to me, and they stung sharply. "I'm not your daddy, and I never will be. I love you. Goodbye."
I continued my work. I do it to this day. He continued his, rebuilding the inside of a church as penance for his sins. He left town shortly afterward. Neither of us will ever be given the pleasure of a life spent with our first and most heartfelt love. We have memories, though, and I love his child with all my heart, even though he sits in his father's church and prays for his mother's sins, sinning for the priest and never knowing a thing about his uncle. But that's now. Now will work itself out, my story was just... about a piece of then. | FSE |
Toons from Space! Amanda
Molly crept into the bedroom on all fours, her lanky, feline form easily adapting to the altered gait. It was so easy to move like an animal, and it made her feel even more predatory. She was a sneaky sexual predator with a particular prey in mind.
Her experience in the woods had lasted for hours, her brother and his girlfriend having long since headed to bed. They'd left a few slices of pizza on the counter, which tasted like sawdust until Molly had held them long enough to make them real, then they had become absolutely delicious, and fun. She'd heated them up in the microwave, and played with all the melty cheese for awhile. She didn't know why, but it was something instinctual, and it had been fun. Even though she'd somehow managed to tie herself up with the cheese from one slice and had to eat her way free.
The lioness had let a bit of air out of herself, as she kept hitting her head against the tops of doorframes, light fixtures, and in one case the ceiling. She'd staggered around, seeing stars circle her head before she shook them away.
She missed being big, but once the entire house was made real; it would be easily molded in order to fit her at whatever scale she wished to be. The low ache in her loins had developed into an almost growling sexual hunger.
Molly closed the door behind her with her tail, creeping slowly towards Amanda's bed. Molly had to stifle a giggle as she slithered across the floor like a snake, another one of those weird, instinctual things that made her feel good.
She slipped up into the covers at the base of the bed, the scent of the sleeping woman strong, but still dull to her keen feline nose. She would soon change that. Amanda slept in nothing more than a pair of panties and one of Jeremy's t-shirts. With two quick motions with one of her retractable claws (that oddly didn't damage her gloves at all), the woman's nethers were no longer guarded.
Molly paused for a moment, thinking. Amanda was more like a girl in her mind than a woman, she was immature, snobbish, prone to fits of temper, and compared to Molly somewhat underdeveloped. The lioness's physical development was that of a young woman a few years older than Amanda. The thought brought a fanged grin to her face, as she rather liked the turn of events.
Her sex had begun to leak, small droplets dripping onto the bedsheets, beginning to spread rapidly, giving the sheets the proper color and texture. All the excesses were stripped away until nothing was left but the essence of what they were supposed to be. Amanda made a soft noise in her sleep, detecting the altered texture of her bedclothes.
Molly purred softly as she ran her hands over the girl's smooth legs, Amanda being fastidious about having a complete lack of hair everywhere save for her head. She recalled the smooth feeling of her skin before she was given fur, and wondered if she should make Amanda's skin perfectly smooth forever more, or go the other way and grant her fur like Molly herself sported.
The girl let out a soft gasp, Molly's touch inspiring her to spread her legs. Even in slumber she behaved in the manner of a slattern whore. It didn't bother Molly as much as it once had. Amanda was a slut, and once Molly had stripped away the disguise and revealed the real woman underneath, everyone would know that.
The lioness licked her lips, lowering her head slowly towards the human's sex. Amanda was so full of potential; it left Molly conflicted as to what to do. Should she coax out the inner reptile in Amanda? Making her cold, sleek, sinuous, and sexy, or perhaps something of the mammalian sort in nature? Hot-blooded, covered in soft fur, and prone to periods of intense, needful, lustful heat.
Yes, that seemed more akin to her nature. But how to advertise her slick and smooth nature? Amanda seemed a sort of con artist, trying to worm her way into Jeremy's life in order to pad her own nest. Or actually perhaps, to provide her with such a nest from which she could go out and continue her slattern ways.
As Molly began to lick a wicked thought appeared in her mind; the perfect way to advertise Amanda as exactly what she was. The lioness ran her rough tongue over the human's netherlips, feeling them already growing slick with moisture. She wrapped her paws around the girl's rump, pulling her closer to Molly's mouth; Amanda began to moan in her sleep, her dreams taking on an erotic tone.
The lioness's tail twitched as she drove her tongue deeper, lapping at the human's inner walls. Amanda was growing more awake and conscious with each passing second. But it was too late for her to do anything, the altered color that denoted Molly's new reality had begun to creep across her body. Her tanned skin became a uniform mocha in color; its well cared for smoothness becoming an inherent quality.
Molly could see this with her feline eyes, ideally adapted for sight in dark places. She ran her paws over Amanda's brown belly, coaxing the changes onward. She wanted Amanda to be made completely a part of her world before she awoke. The lioness licked forcefully at Amanda's cunny, feeling the girl's hands moving beneath the covers, settling upon her head. Amanda half consciously was coaxing her on, wanting more and wanting it more intensely.
The cartoon lioness was only happy to deliver, shifting her focus from Amanda's sex to the sensitive nub of her clitoris. The act made the girl cry out with pleasure, her fingers gripping Molly's mane, pulling the lioness even closer against her. Molly could feel Amanda's body opening itself for opportunity; the opportunity to be shaped into whatever Molly desired.
"Slut," Molly whispered, "You're a slut, you're going to be a slut, a whore, a harlot, a lustful, brazen beast of a woman that lives for sex. Men, women, or anything in between you'll crave them, long for them, need them."
And with that she planted a kiss upon Amanda's netherlips and exhaled a deep breath from her lungs. Much as Molly had earlier, Amanda's form began to inflate with the lioness's breath. This act pulled her fully into the realm of the awake and she tore the covers off the bed, exposing the cartoon lioness that was lapping at her sex.
The first change was her skin, the mocha tone darkening even further to a rich, deep chocolate in some places, in others it remained the same coffee cream shade, especially on her belly and breasts. Her nipples grew, and thickening and elongating as they grew erect; the cool night air upon them making her gasp with delight.
She tried to pull Molly from her groin but the lioness was too strong and insistent. Molly merely extended her claws, lightly pricking Amanda skin. From the pinpoints spots of near-black formed, matching spots spreading down the upside of her legs and appearing on her rump.
Another exhalation from Molly made Amanda arch her back in bliss and pull her hands from the feline's head, instead gripping the bed covers. Molly pulled Amanda up as she exhaled to allow for the former human's tail to emerge. It was a very long breath, Molly going so far as to reduce her size and shape in order to assure the perfect form. It was long, it was thick, and it was soft and squishy; more like a pool toy filled with foam than an actual appendage. Soon though Amanda would have feeling inside it as well as control.
The transforming human fell back onto her squishy new appendage and it made her gasp as she felt it. Molly pulled back for a moment, taking in deep breaths to put her back at her proper size for she continued to inflate Amanda. The sexualization came next, the girl's lips, bust, hips, and rear puffed out further even then Molly had given herself. The lioness wanted her new toy to advertise her gender and sexuality. She wanted to make sure people would see Amanda as a whore and a harlot from a mile away.
Amanda threw back her head and howled with bliss, Molly's desired changes now taking root in her mind as well as in her body. Her body also continued to alter to suit her new role and identity. Her nails darkened and lengthened, reshaping into short, blunt, black claws, her ears growing larger and moving higher up upon her head as they took on a smoother, more rounded shape.
Her skin as a whole seemed to grow even smoother to the point where it began to reflect the moonlight that shown into the room. She panted and wrapped her legs around Molly's neck, grinding her sex against the feline's snout. She was still confused, not understanding exactly what was happening to her, but it felt so good and anything but felt as this did in her increasingly sexual mind meant that it was something she should be doing.
"More, I want more!" Amanda cried.
Molly was only too happy to oblige, sending another breath into the new toon-animal. This one made Amanda moan and growl with sheer animal delight. Her legs let out a series of soft little pops as they reshaped themselves into a more bestial form. Her feet puffed up to become thick, heavy cartoon paws with even larger claws.
Her face puffed outward as well, extending into a short muzzle. Amanda looked down at her lover, her gaze half lidded with lust as her transformation completed. She let out a soft, satisfied moan as the final touches were added to her form. Her artificially bleached blonde hair became her natural color with mocha streaks running through it to match the brown and tan pattern upon the toon skunk's body.
"Don't you just love this, Amanda?" Molly asked, "Isn't this just the most beautiful you that you could ever imagine?"
The new skunkette licked her lips and looked over her lovely latex form, "No, we can do little bit better." She said with a grin. "And by better I mean bigger."
"Oh yes, we can do bigger," Molly said with an answering grin, "Much, much bigger. But only if you promise me something."
"Anything!" Amanda cried, "Whatever it is you want, I'll agree to it eagerly, just make me bigger and more beautiful."
Molly laughed, "Then you'll be mine, won't you? Be my sweet, slutty, little whore of a skunk?"
The lioness ran her tongue over the near-black nub, making Amanda just about scream with pleasure.
"I'm yours," Amanda cried, "Your sweet little slut of a skunk, ever and always, please make me huge!"
Molly was only happy to oblige.
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The lioness lay on the floor, panting, her body completely and utterly deflated, having put a great deal of effort into giving Amanda the huge curves she desired. Though it wasn't quite the effort that had made the lioness weary but the complaining.
"Mmm," Amanda hummed, a bit of a whining lilt in her voice, "It doesn't feel right." She said, giving her half-again-the-size-of-beachballs boobs a squeeze. Molly had been gasping and trying to regain her breath, but the comment had just deflated her emotionally as well as physically. Even as her sextoy Amanda could still be annoying.
"Oops!" the skunkette said, kneeling beside her mistress, "Let's see here..." she reached into the pockets of the lioness' labcoat, removing a string of handkerchiefs, a dust bunny (which scampered off under the nearby bed), a wallet out of which several moths flew, a steamer trunk (which she'd thrown across the room, which had opened upon contact with the wall and revealed a load of skimpy clothes), a bowling ball, a stethoscope, a brass urn emblazoned with the word "HOFFA," and then finally the bicycle pump that the skunk had been searching for.
With a giggle she stuck the nozzle into her mistress' mouth and gave a few rapid pumps, getting Molly back up to her fighting form.
"Sorry, mistress." The brown and cream skunk said, a bit of red creeping across her features, "I know you've done so much for me, and this feels SOOO good..." a long, licentious tongue slithered from her muzzle and giving a huge lick over one of her massive breasts, the sound of an inflated balloon being rubbed came to mind. "These feel so good, and they're SOOO sensitive," Amanda moaned, her clawtips tweaking her chocolate toned nipples, "But it's only part of the way. They don't FEEL big when you grope them." She said, grabbing Molly's gloves handpaws and forcibly pressing them against her chest. The skunkette moaned happily and pressed hard against Molly's hands, nearly bucking her hips at the erotic sensation.
It made the lioness grin; she loved the way Amanda was showing her true colors. The skunkette openly sought sexual pleasure and found no shame in getting off any way she could. Molly pinched her pet's nipples, Amanda letting her pleasure be known as the additional air rushed out of her.
Her knees went wobbly and she collapsed into Molly's arms. She grinned and wrapped an arm around her mistress' neck, pulling her into a kiss.
"Oh mistress, I think I just had an air-gasm." She said with a lustful giggle.
Molly purred and helped her pet back to her feet. The lioness sat on the bed, trying to figure out how to get Amanda the bountiful beautiful balloon-y breasts she desired, but without the balloon aspect. Couldn't fill her with air. So then maybe...
The lioness grunted and swatted Amanda's thick tail out of the way as the skunk bent down to pick up some of the clothing debris that caught her fancy. Amanda giggled and rubbed her rump against the lioness' knees, earning her a playful growl and a swat.
The skunkette donned a pair of opera length leather gloves with red laces, slipping on a similarly colored choker, a sports-bra type top of the same coloration going on last. Once more Molly found her train of thought derailing, with accompanying sounds, as Amanda squeezed her ample bosom into the garment, with the use of a shoehorn and a crowbar. A black leather microskirt completed the outfit.
The clothes did nothing to hide Amanda's features, the outline of her constantly erect nipples could easily be seen through the top, and the slightest movement would expose Amanda's crotch. And if she bent over? All bets were off, her tail kept the skirt chronically lifted, and due to her whorishness Amanda's tail was also chronically lifted.
There were a few bits of makeup in the trunk as well, which Amanda put to work, adding lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara. Molly found herself just about drooling at the sight of the sexy skunkette as she found a pair of hooker heels designed to fit her large, toonish paws.
She sighed happily as the last bit of her 'uniform' was slipped into place. "Oh that feels so much better..." she purred, admiring herself in the mirror, cupping her full breasts and giving her skirt-clad rump (the top half at least) a slap.
"Fuck, I bet if I walk down the street I'll be making all the boys jack off right there." She said, a delighted gleam in her eye showing that she would love to do just that.
Molly began to giggle, but then paused, "Jacking! That's it!" she said with a grin, leaping from the bed and dancing with Amanda for a few moments before taking her pet by the hand and running from the room, the toon skunk flapping in the breeze behind her.
"The same hand motion you make for a jack, you make for an old fashioned water pump. And we have an old water pump in the stables! I bet I have a fire hose in one of my labcoat pockets somewhere." Molly said with a giggle, "And then we can get those tits of yours as big as you want!"
Amanda cried out in pleasure at the thought, "Oh that is going to feel so wonderful, that cold metal nozzle in my pussy, and then all that nice, cool water. Flowing up my hot, horny cunt, into my womb, and then with a little squish, making it go just where I want it."
Molly stopped, her high speed dashing having taken them just outside the empty stables. She turned to glare at her skunk-toy, "I wasn't planning on stuffing it in your pussy, Amanda."
The skunkette looked like someone had eaten her puppy, but Molly smiled and ran a gloved hand through Amanda's hair, "But now that you mention it, I think that'll be more fun for the both of us."
The skunk giggled with glee and slipped her hands beneath her mistress' lab coat, caressing her breasts as she sought out the inner pockets, "Mmm... let's see if I can find that firehose..." she said, slowly lowering herself down.
Molly began to purr as the skunk began to lap at her netherlips, "Oh dear, it appears that there's a bit too much heat here. I better put this out before this nasty fire spreads."
The lioness leaned back against the stable wall to prevent herself from falling over; her plaything was so enthusiastic and wonderfully skilled. Getting her properly inflated and fully into her 'true' form could wait a few minutes. There was always time for a little fun.
"Amanda, it's three in the morning," said a sleepy voice, accompanied by the sound of sandaled feet being dragged across the lawn, "I don't mind if you and Amy have a little fun, but the two of you sounded like a friggin' freight train right next door and..."
The beam of a flashlight outlined the lioness and the skunkette, Amanda didn't stop her licking for a moment at the disturbance. Molly purred, her black lips pulled apart to reveal a fanged grin.
"Hello, big brother," she purred, sexy and sultry, "Is that a fire hose in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?" | yiff-extreme |
Title: A Wolf's Breakdown by nallwolf
Tags: Friendship, Wolf, crying
**A Wolf's Breakdown**
**By: Nall Wolf**
Nall sat in his room with his knees pulled to his chest and ears down, thinking back to the past. He wondered why the shadow wolf had hurt him as he rubbed the invisible scar over his heart. A single tear rolls down his cheek as *"Will this pain ever go away?"* drifts through his mind.
"I truly loved him with all my heart..." he said, hiding his face and wrapping his tail around his ankles. Nall missed the feeling of truly loving someone and feeling loved back, he wants to feel it again, that deep desire to be close to someone and never wanting to be apart. Yes, there are others that could fill this void in his life, but none are able or willing to. He starts to wonder, as he's done many times, if he's going to be forever without a mate to hold close and love. Nall breaks down and starts to cry for what seems like the millionth time, the tears seemed to burn as they streamed out of his eyes and ran down his cheeks.
He thinks about his friends and how they always find a way to pick him up and keep him going. He also thinks about those even closer to him, the ones that could fill the void created by the shadow wolf. He deeply cares about each one and hopes the time will come that he can be with one of them. They give him the strength to get through this pain.
He starts to calm down as he dwells on how lucky he really is in life, things could be so much worse. Nall may be depressed, but he has his friends to support him, that's why he keeps going. | FSE |
Title: Desperate Times and Desperate Measures 2 by naturescall
Tags: Breeding, Fox, Heat, Semi NC, Tie, Transformation, Vixen
**Waking Up**
Jennifer was suddenly awoken. The day (or perhaps night, she could not tell) before was all a sort of blur to her. She awoke to find the Male anthropomorphic fox on top of her, still very much passed out. As her senses began to return to her, she suddenly realized that his member was still very much inside of her, droplets of cum leaking from her delicate opening. Her first thought was to immediately panic and throw the someway heavy male to the side, but it occurred to her with some amount of speed that she was still stuck in this cell.
Her mind swirled over and over again about what had happened in the past 24 hours. Just the day before she had been a happy teenager working a regular job, going home, and generally enjoying life. Now, she was here, locked up in this cell, a strange man had taken her chastity and was still atop her body. She wasn't even a teenage girl anymore; she was some kind of Fox / Human hybrid. Her mind wasn't even sure how to handle itself in this situation trying desperately to pull all of the clues together. As she stirred, so too did the male fox atop her, so she shifted to the side as she felt him starting to pull out of her now much furrier pussy.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her
"Well, that was quite the experience for a first timer eh? They dragged you all the way down here, shot you full of a morphogenic serum, and then they let me mate with you. I'm sure you've got all manner of questions, but let's get those answered later eh?"
"Later? I think we need to get those answered right now!" Jennifer snapped coldly, trying feebly to shove the now awaked Fox off of her.
"No" he said, taking a large sniff of the air "I think we can get to those questions much later, right now you're still very much in heat, and I would feel as if I'm not doing my job if I just let that slide."
Jennifer could only pull back for a number of seconds, her brain trying to take in what he had just said to her. And then, like a wall of bricks, the burning sensation in her insides returned. It was as if someone had turned off whatever was dimming her senses, and a sudden rush of pheromones and feelings rushed through her head. She felt as her mound began to get wet again, a mix of dried cum and fluids starting to seep from her entrance.
"Yes, I think I'm going to very much enjoy getting you pregnant my dear. I haven't met many a vixen in my time, but I must admit that you are the first whose smell alone could intoxicate me. I'm curious how many kits that little womb of yours can carry, though I guess there is really only one way to find out."
Jennifer's mind began to fog over, as the Male left the bed, stretched, and turned back to her. She felt as if she wanted to leave the bed, follow him wherever he intended to go, but her mind seemed to try and snap back to reality.
"This is wrong!" She cried out "I'm a human girl, a human girl! I'm not some play thing for you to come in and fuck whenever you please."
The male fox looked at here with a mixture of bemusement and sympathy.
"Listen, I know this is going to be hard to take in right now, but for both our sakes, why don't you just ride with the flow. Let those instincts tell you that you want my member back inside your depths rule the day right now; because, once your bred and filled with kits the Lab won't be so open to letting you just have sex."
Jennifer simply looked confused
"Here, let me make it a bit clearer. I'm going to take you a few more times today, until the point that you won't be able to sigh without a bit of my seed leaking out of you. Please do try and enjoy yourself during this whole thing, I don't want your first times to go to waste."
With that, he began to stroke his sheath, playing a bit with his furry balls and looking directly into her eyes. She felt a sudden compulsion, though she did not know why, to wrap her muzzle around his quickly growing member. With very little said between the two, he approached her while she sat on the bed. As he brought his member to her face, she began to lick her lips, wanting to learn what he tasted like.
He wrapped his paws around the back of her head, guiding her muzzle to his Throbbing cock. As he pushed past the vixen's lips, a mixture of her saliva and tongue quickly greeted him.
"It will be nice to have a partner, if only for a while," He remarked "Besides, I only want to do what is best for the future mother of my kits." Slowly he guided her head back and forth along his rigid shaft, causing Jennifer to gag a little as he pushed deeper into her mouth.
"Don't worry little one, I won't be using this mouth of yours for long, I just want to give you some time to get a bit wetter downstairs before we go through round 2."
She could not help but keep her eyes closed, as her mouth was used as little more than a way of getting him erect. His paws gracefully played with her ears and the fur around the back of her head, making sure to try and pet and comfort her. She felt as one his paws slowly wandered off the back of her head, and along her neck and chest.
"You have such perfect little breast. It will almost be a shame to see them swell when I do finally get you good and bred... almost"
His hand, reached down her shoulder, to cup one of her breast, quickly flipping her nipple back and forth. The sudden feeling sent spikes of electricity through her body, causing her heart to begin to beat faster, her cheeks to blush, and her folds to release even more of her intoxicating smell and juices. His hand began to massage and rub at her chest, quickly alerting her to the fact that she now had not 2 but 8 nipples going down a line on her chest.
Than almost as suddenly as she had found herself wrapping her muzzle around his member, he stopped.
"I think I'm going to take you the old fashioned way, like the wild animal you are."
He took her paw in his, and pulled her into a standing position in the somewhat cramped cell. His smell and musk were overwhelming, she wanted more of him.
"Take me" she slowly moaned, surprised by her own exclamation.
"Oh, finally getting into this I see, well I'm glad that the rest of this won't be so very one sided."
He slowly grabbed at her sides, and turned her in such a way that she faced the wall. He then pushed down on her shoulders, causing her hands to touch the floor with her feet, and her ass and tail presented to her mate and his member. She saw him approach her backside, pushing her tail to the side. His hands wrapped around her waist, bringing his ripped and muscular body against her rump. She quickly stole a glance between her legs to see his member dangling just below her now sopping wet entrance. She watched as he took a paw from her waist and wrapped it around his member, slowly guiding it to her prominently displayed flower.
He quickly pushed into her, her juices coating him as he entered. He brought his face and muzzle to her backside, clenching around her small waist as he thrust in and out of her. It was like a pure bliss, the fire between her legs being doused little by little each time he pushed further into her. She could feel her tunnel wrapping around his member, as she pushed herself back into him. His white, furry balls bounced off the entrance to her nether lips making an interesting squishy sound.
His member penetrated deeper and deeper into her wet folds, causing her to emit a small canid yelp with each thrust. She could hear him slowly moaning over her shoulder, as she looked between her arms and legs to see his pink member sliding in and out of her. She watched as his knot began to slowly inflate at the base of his penis. She could feel as it slowly started to pound at her entrance.
"Yes please, mate me!" she cried in ecstasy.
The Knot began to swell even more, quickly becoming larger than her entrance could handle, and she began to experience her first orgasm. It hit her like an electrical storm, causing her tunnel to contract and tighten around the penis inside. As she did, she felt and watched as the now ballooning knot slipped through her nearly virgin entrance. The two were now tied together, and she felt as the male above her began to drool on her shoulder. And as if the drool and his seed were working on a clock, she felt jets of hot and sticky semen began shooting into her womb, quickly filling her passageway.
The workout, in addition to the weight of the male on top of her caused her roll on to her side, her newly found mate rolling right along with her, into a more comfortable position on the floor. As the endorphins and ecstasy of the whole situation began to wear off, the more human and logical side of her brain seemed to make a return appearance.
"Alright, you're not going anywhere for a while big boy, so how bout we start to answer some of those questions?"
"Why not?" He yawned.
"At the very least I think I deserve to know a name. I figure if I am going to be the mother to your children than at a minimum I deserve a name."
"It's Darien" he said, stretching around in order to get into a more comfortable position.
"So Darien, do you have any idea why you and I are right here right now?"
"That's a loaded question isn't it?" his tail wagging back and forth playfully.
"You know what I mean" Jennifer sighed.
"Well, if you're wondering why you're in this prison cell, I can only imagine it's because you didn't reach the 'performance requirements' up above. You see it all the time, folks who don't pay their bills on time, folks who don't meet the minimum requirements, you name it they'll find a reason to throw them down here. As for why you're spotting such a lovely fur coat," his hand wandering across her body, rubbing it along her belly and chest "That's a bit more complicated. As far as they've been willing to tell me, it's all got to do with population control. You're aware of the breeding policy?"
"Yes, that in order to be allowed to breed, a couple must submit a request to the council to have children or even sex. It is to help keep the population in check with such limited resources." She responded in an almost academic tone.
"Yeah, about that, it would seem that as a surprise to everyone on the council that people don't often listen to those request about telling the council what they are up to. As a result, the council thought of this clever way to not only restore the local wild life populations, but keep the overall population of the Domes in check. The result is what has happened to your right now. The 'Lower Performing' workers are pulled away and turned into things that are no longer human. They are used to breed for wildlife and food for the rest of the population. You appear to be one of the lucky ones who gets to breed for the rest of your days."
Jennifer's brain reeled at the thought that not only was she now stuck like this, but that the people she had come to know and trust did it with such little care and consideration.
"What about my family? What about my Dad, will I ever get to see him again?"
"Afraid not" Darien said in a cold manner "Once people are inducted into this little breeding program, they are forbidden from ever seeing any previous contact that they may have had. This is the systems way of keeping this whole project under wraps, to make everyone believe that the Domes above are in perfect working order with a completely disciplined society."
"That's sick..."
"Yeah, I'm not exactly the one who gets to make all the rules or call all the shots, so don't worry about me disagreeing with that position. What I do know is that there is very little that can be done about the whole arrangement. Doctor Siricoff, the tall kind of anti social guy, can explain what's going on in more detail."
"I don't think I want to have any conversation with that man." She said, her nose tilting a bit upwards.
"He really does mean well, he's just not good at the whole social interaction thing. He figured the best way to treat you would be as a number, that way it never gets to personal. Speaking of which, what is your name? I feel like it would be terribly impersonal of me to call you 56687."
"It's Jennifer, but my friends call me Jenny."
"Well Jenny, I wouldn't worry too much about what's going on, it's a pretty care free life for most breeders. You get all of your food brought to you; you don't have to do much work, complete medical care, the works. Once they trust you enough, they'll probably let you out of this cramped cage."
"How long have you been here Darien?"
"This would make my 5th year here in the underground; they found me trying to give rations to the RadioHeads on the outside of the dome and figured it best to lock me up for it."
"Radioheads!? I thought they were just an urbane legend to keep kids from going outside the Dome?"
"Oh no, Radioheads are real people, the poor folks have almost no food, no shelter, nothing. They just hang around the dome in hopes that some of the garbage or waste is useable. Some friends and I used to bring them part of our ration supply every month, it seemed like the most human thing to do," He said with a sad sort of chuckle.
"Is it true what they say about their skin? Is it really all flaky and nasty?"
"I must admit, that quite a few of them were in less than pretty shape. You have to understand though; they have been living out in the harsh conditions outside the dome for upwards of 3 centuries now. You'd be pretty nasty if you lived out there like that too."
The two fox's conversation continued for some time, exchanging stories of where they had grown up, their friends, family, everything. Jennifer finally began to feel as Darien's Knot began to soften up a bit, as he pulled himself out of her.
"Hey Look, Jenny, I'm going to go get some food and have Dr. Siricott check on you. I'll probably be back later once he's done doing whatever it is he's going to do."
Jennifer nodded politely, hopping back up on the bed, and staring the ceiling of the cell.
"In the mean time, read this to keep yourself from getting to bored." He said, as he threw a small book onto the bed.
Jennifer quickly grabbed the piece of literature, examining the title. "Wealth of Nations by Adam Smith? Isn't that banned?"
"Well of course it's banned in the Dome, but you can get your hands on all kind of literature down here that you wouldn't have a chance of finding on the surface. If you get a chance to check out the Library later, you should get yourself a copy of a few books by a guy named Orwell, great reads!" He said, quickly trotting off down the hall.
Jennifer cracked open the new book, if nothing else it would keep her distracted from the fact that all she had was a small cell and a bed. She began to flip through a few of the pages, simply skimming along the surface before her reading session was interrupted by someone knocking on the cage bars. It was Dr. Siricott, in his hands was a small clipboard.
"Hello #56687, according to our schedule, it is time for you to report for a complete examination."
[To Be Continued] | FSE |
Jen was a good looking teen, and fairly popular for how timid she was. Unfortunately she was just becoming accustomed to being flat chested, when suddenly she started to grow. Apparently she was a very late bloomer. It was not like she had not wondered what big breasts would be like...being a timid person she also wasn't a fan of the attention it would likely bring. She also was not particularly flirty. She was adopted so she had no blood relatives to go off of to determine just how big she might get, and she went from totally flat to a C cup in only a few months. The average being a cup size a year...that was a pretty steep growth curve, so she was understandably a little nervous.
She normally took a city bus home but one day she completely missed it by falling asleep on the bench! Sure the other people there probably should have woken her up- but they didn't. It was in the middle of a heat wave so she had been having a really hard time getting to sleep in the muggy heat, so when she sat down on the shaded bench to wait for the bus she completely fell asleep right away. By the time she woke up the bus was already gone by almost a half hour. Jen took out her phone and tried to call her father but for some reason there was zero reception there. That was weird...it was a very busy populated area, how could there be no signal here? It wasn't just a bad signal, it was zero signal, as if something was actively locking her phone. She grumbled at the moisture under her arms, the sun shifted and took away the shade which was actually what woke her up- she was starting to cook again. She started to wander toward her house...it would be a very long walk but she couldn't think of a better plan at the moment. At least till her phone picked up a signal again. Jen took a band she was wearing around her wrist and used it to bind her wavy dark brown hair up, trying to get it off her back to alleviate some heat. Her cyan eyes quickly spotted a mini arcade as she walked by fixing her hair. That was something you did not see these days. It had a few arcade cabinets and several crane machines and capsule machines as well. The place was tiny and had an open front, it almost looked like someone converted a storage garage into an arcade. Jen hesitated a bit, sort of tempted to look a bit closer but not while she was in this situation.
When she glanced in though, she noticed something else bizarre. The owner sat with one leg on and one hanging off, of one of the arcade cabinets. Everyone else there seemed to glance at her every chance they got, because what a sight she was. Wearing pink shades and a tanuki hoodie with the hood left loose and the front open, her thin black top under that was stretched to the point it would probably explode if something pointy even touched it. There was no way those were real, absolutely no way. It looked like she jammed two small beach balls in her shirt! Each boob was bigger than her head twice over! The stretched collar of her shirt revealed enough cleavage that her drink was nestled firmly in it, and she was drinking from the straw out of her own cleavage without using her hands at all. She seemed like some freak-show hanging out at the arcade, but she occasionally asked people if they were having fun or not, and even gave a free quarter to some people- she is the owner of the place.
Like a shark smelling blood in the water, the woman immediately spotted the stunned Jen and struck quickly. Jen tried to look away and leave but the woman was too quick- introducing herself as Jess. When Jen mentioned she was in a bit of trouble and didn't have time Jess only told her that was the best time to game! Play something to get her mind off her troubles so she can look at it from a better perspective. Jen just brushed off the suggestion quickly, stating it was 2018- no one carried physical money on them anymore, she didn't have any quarters and thus couldn't play any of the games anyway. Jess grinned, reaching into her long cleavage with a hand to pull out a shiny quarter and hand it to Jen. One game, on the house. Jen was again a bit stunned, having glimpsed the cleavage and it certainly all looked like skin...gigantic implants then? The quarter was hot to the touch from being in there, which made Jen stutter on her words and blush as Jess practically slid her across the floor into the shade of the arcade.
Jen blushed anew when she seen the title of the cabinet was 'Ushi Samurai', and given the owners figure, Jen could make pretty accurate assumptions on the nature of the game, or at least its protagonist. Jen really wanted to just get out of there, finding the gigantic assets of the owner oddly intimidating. Jess was quite tall as well, so if she turned quickly she could potentially smash Jen right in the face with her tits and knock her out. Jen just looked around quickly for the fastest game to play and pointed to it right away. Only one quarter so once she played she could just leave. She pointed to the capsule machine. Put the quarter in, get a capsule and leave- wasn't anything quicker and easier than that. It was in the opposite corner as Ushi Samurai and the least lit area, so it had up till now received very little attention and was almost completely full of prizes still. It was weird- there must have been something odd with the glass because Jen could not focus enough on any of the capsules seen within to properly tell what they contained. Jess stood back a bit, with arms crossed and a smile on her face eager to see what Jen wins. Because there was so little room on her torso, crossing her arms heaved her tits even higher and tilted her drink at a dangerous angle- and was probably the reason she was turned to the side to watch Jen. Looking forward, her breasts were literally blocking her view. Jen turned the crank and after a few moments a star lit up over the prize slot, then another and then another. Once all three gold stars lit up ranking her prize, the capsule appeared. It was...a tiny boob? Jen lowered her brows and blushed again. Was everything here secretly breast themed? Jess looked surprised and a bit nervous. Jen popped it open to look it over, realizing it must be a stress ball from the feel of it. Maybe she could use this little trinket after all. She gave the small boob a squeeze, smiling just a little and then squeezed it hard. When she felt skin on skin though, she quickly opened her hand to see it vanished! She...somehow squeezed it out of existence.
Again, Jen hushed up and looked puzzled as Jess took her by the shoulders and sort of just slid her across the floor and into a back door practically hidden behind arcade machines. Jess sat behind a desk and Jen in front of it. Jess explained that a lot of the prizes in that machine were magical, knowing so few people would use it anyway. The same magic that gave Jess her huge boobs would also be given to Jen! Jen wanted to pass it off as the rantings of a lunatic shop owner, but her body was feeling really weird, making her afraid the woman had drugged her maybe...somehow. Her chest was feeling hot and she panted from the heat, also feeling light headed.
Jess could taste the uncertainty in her words, leaning forward causing her breasts to already rest their weight on the desk. She slipped her stretchy top up and over them before Jen could say a thing, revealing the giant masses in full! Without the top to hold them up and together they squished out a bit from their weight and softness but did still remain quite round. Even her nipples and areola were big! There was no scar, even as she leaned back a bit and Jen could see the lower curves there was no visible markings for implants, and implants would also not be able to squish and wobble like these do. Somehow they were real! The stress ball thing did vanish into her hand...oh gods, maybe she isn't a lunatic! But that also meant Jen would get overinflated fat bags too! And she was still growing her own breasts and becoming big herself. What if the two somehow overlapped to make her into a complete freak?! Jen jumped a bit when she noticed the huge mountains rotating and realized Jess was moving around the table to her and held her shoulders again, incidentally preventing her from bolting out of the building. Jess had a comforting smile, telling Jen it would be fine. She had nothing to worry about, breasts were pleasurable and fun. Sure they were hard work dealing with, especially when they are large, but it was worth the trouble.
Jess's exposed breasts started to consume Jen into the cleavage as her face heated up in embarrassment and tried to move away, but was stuck between desk and breasts. Doing it just to get her literally off Jen's back, Jen turned in her seat as much as she could manage and touched the breasts lightly with her hands. Jess hummed in pleasure from the touch. Jen was sort of mesmerized, poking them a bit with her fingers to see how soft they were- trying to find some hint they were actually fake, but again could not find anything. They were very soft and wobbled like soft rubber. The thick stubby nipples hardened from the touches. Jen started to gently rub her open hands on them, feeling the smoothness of the skin unintentionally, as if she was being hypnotized by the prodigious masses. Jess continued to smile, restraining her actions knowing Jen was a bit skittish about all this and not wanting to frighten her. Because of this, she did not say anything when she felt Jen's clothed breasts touch her own from below- having grown out into Ds.
Jen squirmed a bit as her breasts became DDs and her bra started to pinch. She quickly snapped out of her trance of hefting the giant masses before her and looked down at her own with a sharp gasp! Jess told her it was ok. Jen tried to get up and flee but stumbled over the chair and just fell over onto the floor. Jess was quick to try to help her up but moaned in pleasure when her bare nipples touched the cool floor tiles of the office, and only half knowingly paused there, pinning Jen down with her giant boobs! Jess' breasts reached her long before her arms could. Jess told her to at least look at her breasts and feel them before forming any opinions. Confused, worried and a bit horny Jen did remove her top and bra. The bra was starting to hurt her more than help anyway so she was glad to get that off. Her breasts were really big now! Not Jess kind of big, but big for a normal human. Her dark nipples stood prominently out, forced to full erection from the pressure of growth inside. Jess grinned and shoved her breasts down onto Jen's and the two soft masses created an impossibly pillowy feeling between them and Jen unintentionally let out a moan of her own. Jess started to roll her huge breasts around on top of hers and felt tiny little surges of growth as the smaller set started to grow to compete.
Her breasts swelled larger and larger, slow but steady. Even if she escaped being pinned by breasts, she couldn't fit her top back on without forcibly stretching it out completely.
Jess had to lean back more and more as the formerly small breasts pushed back, smushing out against the equally soft resisting surface. Jen was having a hard time breathing now from under all the weight, squirming around and managed to pop her breasts out from under Jess, since both were slick now from sweat from internal heat. She swung them back down to swat Jess' breasts and then squirmed out from under. When she stood she had to use the corner of the desk as help and almost staggered forward, yanked by her boobs. They were almost as big as Jess' already!
She could not stand up straight now, the corner of the desk was now eclipsed by breasts bigger than Jess'.
The growth seemed to stop, though the breasts wobbled quite a bit as if fighting back. Jen wobbled a bit on her footing as well, her breasts were as heavy as the entire rest of her body each so when they swayed they forced the rest of her to sway with them instead of the other way around. Jess could tell she was concentrating, trying to fight the growth and pleasure. Beads of sweat formed and traced the curve of her face and breasts alike.
As soon as the desk gave out, so did Jen's resolve from the shock and her breasts filled the gap of concentration with a huge surge of growth. Jess had to back herself into a corner to give the girl room as the desk completely exploded apart entirely from the breasts that now matched it in size, still growing. Jen was yanked forward by the growing weight and then bounced a step back off the soft rubbery surface as they were running out of space to grow in! The office was very small to begin with, and she now filled the vast majority of it. Her panties dripped below the short veil of her skirt as the pleasure rippled through her. She could not form words, trapped between moans and gasps for air. The entire room was heated against the air conditioning by the warmth radiating off all the tit flesh. Jess' breasts pressed into hers as their nipples jousted each other simply because there was not enough room to avoid it. The breasts pressed harder and harder into each other and Jen was forced into the opposite corner. She couldn't fit through the doorway to leave even if she could lift her tits off the floor, but worse still- they were so large no one else could open the door either because the breast flesh formed a wall across the door completely blocking it. Her moans became higher pitched with worry and ever increasing arousal as the entire room was filled with her bloating form. She was pinned against the wall by soft flesh, completely immobilizing her, and then starting to crush her. It was hard to breath! Her breasts were crushing both women in the room! Jess knew how to deal though, and listened to her moans to time it right, before heaving herself up dragging her rigid nipples and fat flesh across the huge breasts, forcing an even sharper surge of pleasure through them and causing Jen to orgasm violently.
Once she stopped shaking like a leaf from the orgasm she realized the growth stopped. Having an orgasm cleared her thoughts and dulled the pleasure enough for the growing to be stopped. After a few long moments of trying and failing to catch her breath with her boobs squeezing the life out of her torso, there was an odd electronic fizzling sound and in an instant her breasts seemed to glitch out of existence, revealing her old breasts in their place! Both Jen and Jess collapsed onto their hands and knees finally catching their breath, and surveying the damage. The desk was smashed into several pieces and smushed up against the wall, a fake plant that was pressed flat against another wall, and a filing cabinet Jess was forced to stand on top of that was now quite deformed- the inward facing corner crushed flat.
Jen was going to tell her she didn't want any growth at all, but before she said anything she appeared back on her doorstep at home. Well...at least Jess fixed the problem of getting home. As long as her grades remained decent, Jen's parents did not ask many questions, so they did not even ask where she had been when she came home just after dinner. Jen was a bit spaced out, having a hard time thinking about anything other than what had happened. She did not know what to think of Jess, she seemed off the rails but her smile seemed so...genuine. She seemed friendly and kind but good lord her breasts were insane. And she nearly crushed Jen to death under the pressure of her own gigantic mutant tits! Did Jess actually think Jen wanted to have boobs so big they filled entire rooms?! How on earth would anyone even live like that, she couldn't move a muscle! Under normal situations, Jen would think an arcade is pretty cool and probably would have liked to look around in it. Not only was she already agitated from her predicament, Jess' figure was intimidating and the whole situation that followed was crazy.
When Jen was brushing her teeth before going to sleep, she couldn't help but imagine Jess' mile-long cleavage as if it were on Jen's own reflection. She blushed a bit, rolling onto her heels and then back again causing her breasts to bounce in her night shirt. She thought she was growing big really quickly already- it certainly did not seem like anything compared to earlier today. But that was crazy...that was not normal, she couldn't let that influence her judgment. This was the normal, real world, she had to judge them according to that. She gasped softly as she realized how hard her nipples had become, and her heart jumped in fear of what Jess said. The spell that grew her before was still active right now- if she let her mind wander too much she might actually start growing. Jen shook her head trying to get her thoughts out of the gutter. No. These were fine. Earlier she was a bit worried about her growing boobs already, but they were fine, she was perfect as she is. With a nod to herself she finished brushing and went to sleep. As usual she woke very slowly in the morning, moaning at the sensation of her erect nipples jabbing into the cool bed sheets of the air-conditioned bedroom. She arched her back dragging them along the sheet, bending the rigid flesh of the stiff nubs felt so good. Her own sharp cry of pleasure snapped her fully awake and her face lit up bright red as she sat up and gawked at herself. Her nipples were not going down any time soon, and her breasts looked a bit puffier than normal...that was close, she almost started to bloat up. She ate breakfast and hurried off to school, meeting up with her friend Becca.
In class, Jen kept finding her mind wandering back to the day before. It felt so good and so crazy! It was cheating! Of coarse she was going to think about that, how could she not? That didn't mean she could live with tits like that, they were too damn big. Becca even caught her glancing her way, though Jen looked away quickly back to her books. Jen blushed as she realized she had been drawing circles with her pencil without realizing, which looked like boobs. Becca had such big breasts herself. Almost G cups. She was already pretty big when they first met years ago, and they grew along with the rest of her body so the growth seemed a lot less extreme. Jen wondered how she felt about her big boobs? She used to make fun of Jen and call her washboard- till she realized Jen was actually a bit irritated by it. Then when Jen started to grow her own rapidly she suddenly did not mind being 'washboard'. Now she didn't know what to think! She looked down in shock as she felt the fabric of her shirt shifting against her nipples! Still erect, her nipples dragged on the inside of her shirt because her breasts were swelling up! She quickly caught it and stopped but they were already a full cup size larger. She wasn't wearing a bra thanks to leaving hers discarded at the arcade yesterday, she was in a hurry to get ready in the morning and forgot she left it- so she bolted with no bra at all. It wasn't really that big of an issue normally unless she planned on doing a lot of running, but now that she has grown her nipples were very obvious against her shirt! She glanced around subtly to see if anyone else noticed, and most people hadn't- except for the two most important people. Becca had seen, and it looks like Dan did as well. Jen had a crush on Dan for a while and had been using Becca to low-key spy on him for her. He sat two seats over on her left while Becca was in the seat immediately to her right. In an attempt to evade questioning, Jen bolted quickly from the class as soon as it ended and straight to the bathroom.
There was only one other person and they were in a stall at the time, so Jen examined herself in the mirror, tenderly prodding a breast with her index to confirm she wasn't just hallucinating. Yup, definitely bigger. More pleasure too...even before the growth spawned more pleasure sensor nerves, the existing nerves got stretched and became more receptive. She pushed in on her rigid nipples trying to force the blood out of them, but only moaned quietly from the feeling. Without consciously thinking she grabbed them between index and thumb through her shirt and rolled them, sending sharp pleasure rippling through her chest- masking the fact they were growing again. Because of the movement and pleasure she did not notice them filling out more and more till the bottom of her shirt started to move up her torso from lack of room in it! Her boobs were holding her shirt so far off her it looked two sizes too small for her! She let go suddenly and stepped back in shock, causing them to bounce and wobble to a stop. And from her position a bit back from the mirror, she caught Becca in her peripheral vision! She seen all that!
Jen sighed and told Becca all about what happened at the arcade the other day, even after the bell rang for classes to begin again they remained in the bathroom talking. Becca moved close, pressing her own breasts into Jen's lightly to compare their sizes out of curiosity, unaware of the effect it would have. A small wave of lightheadedness came over Jen as she had flashbacks from the day before as soon as she felt boob on boob again. She gasped as her breasts jostled a bit without being touched, and then ever so slightly fattened a bit before she was able to restrain it again. Jen told her the growth was making her a little crazy, and it was probably best she bail on school entirely today. Jess said it was only for one day and she would make the size permanent at the end of the day- so Jen just needed to keep as small as she could for one day. School was too boring- it practically forced her mind to wander elsewhere and right now that immediately put it in the gutter. Becca was fine with that and said she would help her slip out- they could chill out at her place till it was time to go to the arcade. As soon as they stepped out into the hall though, there was Dan.
They both turned at the sound of Jen moaning, just in time to see her swell another cup size right there! Oh no, she was glad Dan was talking to her but Becca associating him paying attention to her because of her boobs caused her to subconsciously grow them again to keep him hooked.
Dan offered to help her sneak out as well. Becca was against it but Jen was very happy to have him with her. Even if he only liked her for the big tits, she could enjoy having him strung along for now at least. Even when he looked forward she could tell he was struggling to not stare at her, and that turned her on. She sweat from struggling against the growth trying to push her larger. Her breasts would jostle around on their own every so often from abruptly stopped growth. They were heading down a barely used wing of the school to on of the back doors, since leaving through the front was way too risky. Jen glanced down and seen the bulge in Dan's pants and was dizzy and lightheaded a moment causing her to pause. Her breasts suddenly surged in size causing her to fall forward from the sudden weight and both Dan and Becca caught her arm on either side to keep her up, but were nearly dragged down with her!
Becca was about to yank her shirt off to save her from being crushed in it but then glared at Dan and hesitated. Jen knew it was pointless either way- it was stretched so tight the only way she could get it off was being cut out of it. The huge weight now posed a very big problem as well...how could they sneak out of school when she could barely walk. Dan asked her if she was ok, clearly quite concerned and asked if he could help in any way, but Jen didn't know how she could be saved at this point. She was just glad Dan was there. His concern and concealed arousal was so hot! And her close big boobed friend on her other side to comfort her. How could she be so worried when she was in such good company? Her shirt groaned as a few more threads snapped. Stupid little shirt. It could not contain her breasts. Most shirts couldn't by now probably. Her boobs were bigger, stronger than any shirts! Still more threads snapped, the edges squeezed into the soft masses of her breasts so tightly even the bumps on her areola were visible through the fabric, and her flesh spilled over the gaps like a baking muffin- threatening to consume the top if it did not break. Her heart raced and she was completely lost in the moment, temporarily forgetting she was trying to resist the growth and instead encouraged her breasts to show this shirt who was boss! Another snapped thread caused the fabric to shift across her nipples which fired sharp pleasure through her soft masses, causing her to gasp and arch her back. That was more than enough for the shirt- as soon as she moved the shirt absolutely exploded into several shredded segments each fired in a different direction by the elastic flesh. Without any clothes to contain them they flopped down low enough to land in her lap as she stumbled to her knees- even her two friends unable to support her added weight now. On her knees her breasts covered her lap completely and she could feel the coolness of the floor on their hot undersides. Her cleavage was so sweaty from the built up heat, making the flesh slick and shiny. Her face was bright red, there was two friends staring at her! Her tits were out in the open! Anyone at all could enter the hallway and see her at any moment! She should be so embarrassed, so afraid. So why wasn't she? Her heart raced, but she wanted Dan to grab them and squeeze her fat flesh between his fingers! She wanted Becca to mash her tits into hers! With what little concentration she had left, she realized maybe that was actually what the solution was. To stop the growth yesterday Jess forced her to orgasm.
Becca stood up straight again, ready to leave but Jen silently grabbed her by the wrist. Becca was acting rather aggressively to Dan, even though she is well aware Jen likes him. Jealously? Jen gasped as her breasts surged a bit larger when she noticed Becca's nipples were erect too! It wasn't about sharing attention with someone, Becca secretly had a crush on Jen! She was subconsciously trying to sabotage Dan's chances with her because she wanted Jen herself. This whole thing was even more insane than yesterday! Dan was taking his dick out for her and she was growing toward the same size as yesterday only now she was in the middle of a hallway in school in the middle of the day! If someone went to the bathroom she was done for. And what if an orgasm only stopped the growth? If it didn't undo the changes she was still immobilized in the hallway by giga tits! As soon as class was let out she would be spotted immediately. Very few people used this particular hall but still...this was hard to miss. Still holding Becca still by her wrist, Jen placed her hand against her giant left boob and released her. Becca wasn't sure about this at all- though if Dan was not present she probably would have nosedived into the cleavage without a second thought and never be seen again. The nipples and areola were giant by now too, so Becca got down onto her own knees and grabbed either nipple with her arms held out and started to rotate them with a firm grip, rolling the entire fronts of the breasts around causing Jen to moan as Dan got into position behind her. At this point everything was to far disconnected from what reality normally was Dan didn't even care that his dick was out in school. Who could blame him from taking this chance? She literally unzipped him herself- Jen wanted this, and she was a nice person, and currently had the biggest tits in the world. At least for the moment, this seemed more than worth a few years in jail for indecent exposure. As soon as he slid in Jen's moans got a lot louder and sharper. He thrust powerfully into her and her breasts surged in size with the pleasure! It was starting to look like having sex was a bad idea...but felt too much like a good idea. Her boobs rocked forward and back with their thrusts. Becca couldn't even see Dan over the huge boobs as she got the huge fat nipple into her mouth and started sucking. The nipples were too far apart for her to tend to both of them now. The breasts were each a bit bigger than Jen's entire body now and smooshed out across the floor to fill almost the entire width of the hall! Was she as big as yesterday? It was hard to tell because yesterday she was in a significantly smaller space. Jen was forced to rest into her cleavage as her sweat slick breasts rose higher and rounder. Becca had to squirm back and part of the nipple popped out of her mouth, now too large to keep fully inside, and the wall of flesh advanced toward her still. The breasts became too big for Jen to be down like that and she was forced to stand and bend over into her cleavage again from a much higher angle as Dan continued to thrust into her. The ripples of pleasure shot through her body in jolts, but once they reached her breasts the pleasure seemed to explode outward in large, slow waves, dragging small surges of pressure along with them that bloated her huge spheres bigger. Fully standing her breasts both sat fully on the floor, and exceeded her in height! The sides were pressed firmly into either wall and both Jen and Becca had to step back several times as the flesh ballooned forward and backward in the hall!
There was so much heat radiating off the ever growing bust that it triggered the sprinkler system on the roof! The fire alarm went off nearly giving the three of them heart attacks! No one came out of the rooms though, oddly.
The cool water came down like a heavy rain from the sprinklers in the roof and cooled the giant hot masses, pooling in her cleavage and then cascading off in a river. Now soaked and horny as hell Becca disregarded any caution she still had and shoved a hand down her skirt and panties to dig into her meaty pussy aggressively as she worked the huge tit. The areola was wider than her entire head now! She grabbed the flesh firmly and dug her fingers in so deep her hand almost vanished into the soft bloated skin. The flesh was so smooth and slick from the water it bounced back out of her grip and she fell forward into a wall of flesh. The water wasn't even spraying outwards anymore because the breasts touched the roof now! As Becca tried to stand up off the breast again the rigid nipple brushed her stomach. Her eyes flashed wide a moment with inspiration and she yanked her skirt completely off along with her panties and laid on the floor, thrusting her hip up into the nipple! When Dan thrust his cock into Jen, she rolled forward, causing her breasts to roll forward and the nipple to slam into Becca's pussy, nipple-fucking her! Jen's breathing was becoming dangerously rapid as she continued to have to back up farther down the hall. She was completely filling it! The cheap roofing started to crack and break up and even the much sturdier walls were starting to bend outward slightly from the pressure! She was right about her breasts not being able to be contained- but that went farther than just a shirt. She was outgrowing the building as well! Nothing could contain these breasts! Whenever she was thrust forward or pulled back she groaned in pleasure as the walls, roof, and floor all tugged on her fat bloated flesh- unable to actually move because of pressure. The water still escaped from her cleavage on either side of the breasts upper curve, cascading cool refreshing water over her to try to quell the heat within. Because of the angle Becca was going at, the flesh started to roll over her as it expanded, pushing her legs farther apart and pressing the nipple into her pussy even harder. She thrust and ground her cunt on her friends gargantuan breast even though her legs hurt and tingled from being spread so wide- the circulation being cut off. The flesh started to roll completely over her, beginning to trap her under the gigantic mounds as if the breasts were trying to consume her. They were surprised by a metallic bang and the lights suddenly flickering out in that section of the hall. Her boobs were growing through the roof which destroyed the wiring in it. Two doors covered by flesh ripped off their hinges as the fat bloated into the room through the doorways and the walls started to crack and break! She was actually outgrowing it! Her heart raced in excitement even as she told herself mentally that she should be very worried.
Both sides of the hall exploded outward into the rooms on either side that were for some reason empty. The breasts sprung out sideways from the pressure release, exposing Becca long enough for her to slide back a bit on the water slick floor and take a breath before the flesh wobbled back forward and covered her again. The roof groaned and started to break as swollen tender flesh started to bubble up through the breaks in the floor above. When would this stop?! Dan staggered back exhausted from his own orgasm, but Jen only had several mini orgasms! She never had one powerful full orgasm like Jess gave her! It wasn't stopping, and Dan was now out of steam!
The floor started to groan and sink now as well! She was outgrowing the entire building! She was going to destroy the entire school with her tits! It was so bad, so wrong but it felt so good! It felt great breaking things under her weight. Smashing things aside and breaking restraints with her boobs alone! Overgrowing everything completely containable! Her boobs would destroy them all at this rate!
Suddenly everything seemed to distort like a digital image that did not load properly. In a flicker Jen found herself once again perfectly normal- in the office of the arcade! Jess was blushing as she waved a hand in front of Jen to see if she was fully conscious. Jen remained stunned stiff, gasping for breath there for several moments on the floor.
A year later, and two full cup sizes lager, Jen jumped up and down as she beat another stage in Ushi Samurai. Her jumps caused her G cup breasts to bounce and wobble within her cow print hoodie. The main character in Ushi Samurai was a cowgirl in...sparse samurai armour, using a naginata as a weapon. As she attacked a bar filled and every quarter the bar was filled she would wince and grow her already big boobs larger- once the bar was full she could empty it to return to her base size and fire two streams of milk across the screen dealing heavy damage repeatedly for the duration. It was a pretty well animated sidescroller. Jen used to think Jess was a perv for having this sort of boob related stuff subtly all over her arcade but...she understood now. When you experience breasts like that...it sort of sticks with you. Fond memories and a crazy experience. | yiff-extreme |
“Little help here!”
The Gatomon fiddled with the straps on her VR headset for a bit before realizing her head was far too small for it to fit properly, requiring her friend to step in and adjust the damned thing himself; it still looked oversized on her, and certainly made it difficult for her to even move around at all without feeling like her neck was constantly undergoing whiplash, but at least it wasn’t constantly sliding off of her whenever she wasn’t holding it up. Meanwhile, the Weregarurumon by her side had already turned his own headset on and was adjusting the game instance the two of them would be sharing, already exercising his legs on the treadmill-like device he had strapped himself into; it had been decided that the Gatomon, being smaller, would have to make do with the motion trackers, while the larger Digimon would reap the benefits of actually being able to walk around properly. Not that either of them minded, as it was the cat’s first foray into the world of virtual reality, so throwing them in with as full an immersion as they could would probably lead to some unwanted motion sickness.
The game they were about to play was little more than a tech demo for a project being developed as one of the first true traditional RPGs in full VR, effectively your typical fantasy adventure but with complete immersion into the virtual world. It was ambitious, and even in its early stages it already made the Weregarurumon’s processor make a lot of noises that made him feel slightly concerned, but hopefully the active cooling would be able to keep up with the demand; the in-game world certainly looked beautiful, and a quick gaze downward revealed that their character model was incredibly detailed, being a somehow near-perfect replica of their own body, down to the patterns on his fur. Off to his side, in the starter area, the Gatomon had spawned in, tiny as she was in real life, and marvelling at how lifelike their own avatar was.
The game itself was still very early in development, and as such didn’t have a lot of distinction between your typical character classes; instead, it relied on a handful of simple spells and skills that could be used with either controllers, voice activation or specific hand motions, in the case of motion trackers. Being on the treadmill, the larger of the two decided to go with a more melee-oriented build, whereas the tiny feline beside him opted with becoming a caster, declaring her intent to “swish” her arms around and perform magic with the sort of childish glee that could be expected from someone being given their favorite toy.
Things started off innocently enough, with them talking to the first quest-giver, which hilariously enough was still a great big gray box with some flat textures applied to every side, then set off on their very first grand adventure, which involved walking about about thirty seconds to take care of a kobold infestation. Small popups appeared on their screens, meant to teach them how the game operated, most of which were duly ignored seeing as the two were far too busy having fun swinging their sword and staff around and pretending to be legendary heroes while making appropriate swooshing mouth noises. The kobolds themselves were barely a threat, being effectively a tutorial for new players; though it took a bit before the Gatomon got used to the correct hand gestures, after she learned and mastered them the cat was probably having more fun than her friend, who was seriously regretting his choice of using what amounted to a really sharp hunk of metal with collision issues. Still, they got done with their quest and, after returning its giver, levelled up, their bodies surrounded by a bright, golden light that swirled around and over them as “LEVEL UP!” appeared in front of their eyes.
This is where things first started to go awry. No sooner had they seen the message that they began feeling like something was wrong, with both of their bodies growing incredibly hot all of a sudden, and a tightness in their chests making it hard to breathe; they were about to do something about it when the sensations disappeared, leaving them incredibly confused as to what had just happened… only to have their questions answered immediately afterwards when they felt their sense of balance be assaulted and the straps they had on their bodies become far tighter than they used to be; which, coupled with a worryingly loud groaning that filled the room, had them rush to remove their headsets, only to find that, no matter how hard they tried, the bloody things refused to come off. The two stared at one another in-game, expecting to find panic and fear, but being met with generic, bland expressions instead; the immersion had been such that they forgot the game didn’t actually model what they were feeling, forcing them to try and use emotes to get their thoughts through, all while loudly asking if the other one was alright. Their words would be silenced in short order once they saw what was causing them to feel so unbalanced, though initially they refused to accept it was happening; it had to be some sort of bug or glitch with the game, something that was confusing their senses and thus leading them to go haywire, because the mere idea that it could be happening in reality was too much for them to process.
The Gatomon’s body wasn’t as tiny as it used to be, gaining inches at first and then eventually feet as it shot up to be about as tall as the gray box that gave them the quest that started it all; not only that, but her form was filling outwards as much as it was rising upwards, with the cat’s lithe frame expanding to become almost obscenely curvaceous: her waist was made thinner while her hips flared out, perfect curves that melded almost too well into the fattening thighs below them and the plush asscheeks protruding from behind, creating the bottom half of an hourglass that was completed up above with a pair of expanding breasts filling more and more of her chest. She attempted to cover herself up, bringing her oversized paws to where her nipples should be, only to make it all worse by giving her tits a way to spill over and under from the gloved claws, seemingly refusing to stop growing at all.
Meanwhile, the Weregarurumon, already freaked out from what was happening to his friend, failed to notice that his own body was reacting in much the same way, with not only height being added to him, but his musculature suddenly bulging outwards like he was having months of dedicated exercise packed into him in the matter of seconds. Biceps bulked up, his pecs practically exploded outwards, his shoulders widened and his back thickened, leaving him looking like a solid slab of raw power that just kept getting bigger the more the attempted to stop it… and judging from the sounds he could hear coming from the outside world, this wasn’t just happening in the game, but their digital nature had somehow synched up with their avatars and foisted the same changes upon them without either of the two realizing; the treadmill he was standing on began to creak ominously as his bulky legs pressed against it, ready to destroy the sturdy metal like it was made out of cheap plastic instead. Similarly to his friend, his own erogenous areas were getting quite the upgrade as well, leaving him very relieved that the game wasn’t modelling his package; considering what he was feeling down there, he wouldn’t be surprised if his nuts were dragging along the floor, making it nothing short of a miracle that the treadmill he was on even worked at all.
Both of them were left panting and gasping for breath after their transformation was complete, clutching their new bodies and looking as if they had just woken up from a nightmare. The Gatomon had her eyes transfixed by her own breasts, which had overflowed from her hands and now covered most of her torso, while her tail was having issues finding a resting place between those enormous cheeks of hers, while the Weregarurumon had to wrestle against his own muscles just so he could move around without creaking like the hull of an old ship. Worst of all was that it wasn’t… altogether unpleasant; unexpected, yes, but it was a certain sense of power and dominance that left him feeling like he could take on the world and come out the other side smelling like roses, something he could only hope his friend was going through as well. Unbeknownst to him, the feline Digimon wasn’t going in that direction exactly, but was enjoying her new body in her own, unique way; as much as her real face was torn into a grimace from the transformation, she couldn’t avoid marvelling at how soft her new assets were, or how heavy they felt on her hands, and body in general. She’d heard human women complain about back problems and similar things, but never thought she’d get to experience what it was like. Now that she did though… it wasn’t all that bad, actually; in fact, she could probably get used to it!
“A-are you ok?” she asked, daring to be the first to speak up, “I-is everything fine? Is the game still running?”
“I think so,” her friend replied, moving his hands around only to then realize that his legs were more or less stuck in the treadmill and unable to move properly, “do you wanna stop before it gets worse?”
It was an honest question, and indeed the Weregarurumon was genuinely willing to turn everything off and call it a day before things spiralled out of control. It wasn’t altogether odd for their bodies to be this malleable, as they were digital creatures to begin with; it just so happened that for their physical avatars to take a turn for the lewd wasn’t really something they were used to, nor did they plan for it to happen in any way. Thus, the two friends were left in the unenviable position of having to decide between playing it safe or giving in to instincts and desires that they were only made aware of at that very moment, a decision that neither of them really wanted to make; if things did go wrong, they’d have no one to blame but themselves… on the other hand, they felt absolutely amazing, even better the longer they remained linked to the game, and the prospect of becoming even larger wasn’t something they were willing to throw away so easily. Slowly, the two began to move again, not really saying anything; the feline was the first to do so, lowering her arms and allowing her bust to gently fall onto her torso naturally, with her male companion taking the next step and picking away the tattered remnants of their armour. It was odd how the game modelled their expanded bodies so realistically, but they weren’t going to complain; just as long as it kept working, it was better not to question it.
Tacitly, the two silently agreed to keep going and act as if things were perfectly normal, even when they clearly weren’t; each step that the Gatomon took caused so much jiggling and swaying that the poor thing had her real face stained a permanent red, while the Weregarurumon had trouble even swivelling himself from side to side, as he still insisted on keeping the treadmill as intact as possible, leaving him stuck inside a fragile, nearly-broken metal assembly that would break apart the moment he tried to do anything other than standing perfectly still. Even worse was that, to maintain this illusion of normalcy, the two took a second quest, despite knowing it would most likely contribute to their issue, and set off to deliver a message to the local guard captain about the kobold infestation being much bigger than expected. Once there, they were tasked with heading into the mines and planting explosives to seal off some of the access tunnels, which they gladly accepted and set off to do, still ignoring how they were willingly walking into another growth spurt.
As it turned out, they walked into it a lot faster and sooner than they anticipated. One of the spells the Gatomon had taken for herself was a simple buff, which she hadn’t had the opportunity to use before; all it did was increase their defense stat to provide protection against melee attacks, but as soon as she cast it on both herself and her friend, the two of them knew for a fact that the game was about to throw another curveball at them thanks to their reckless disregard for basic safety and logic. After all, did they honestly think that they could just ignore what had happened to them and not have it happen again? The game’s coding certainly seemed to think otherwise, seeing as their bodies began to expand once again, and kept doing so for as long as the buff was active, no matter how many times they tried to stop it; whenever they attempted to willingly forgo of its effects, the UI helpfully reminded them that manual cancellation of helpful buffs was still not coded into the game itself, leaving the two of them to endure the consequences while the kobolds around them, oddly enough, took several steps back and ran away at the sight.
One wonders why, considering what sort of sight it was; the Gatomon could only hold onto her chest for dear life, perhaps hoping that this would allow them to control it, only to find that it kept on inflating regardless of how much she might want it not to. Cup size after cup size passed by, as more and more of her chest was obscured by a pair of mounds that retained so much firmness that they defied the concept of being natural, a shape and size that could only work together precisely because of her digital nature. Down below, her hips and ass were becoming suitably thicker as well, each second of the buff adding a handful of pudge for wandering, greedy hands to hold onto. Though she might have cried out for it to stop, it was more of an instinctual reaction than anything else, as the feline Digimon didn’t really mean it; the part of her that wanted the growth to continue had rapidly grown itself to encompass most of her conscious self, with the tiny aspect crying out for safety and caution being smothered underneath its weight.
The Weregarurumon, meanwhile, had gone in the exact opposite direction, throwing caution to the wind completely and embracing his new and improved self with renewed gusto, even if he didn’t know how it worked, why it worked, or if it would even remain that way once they managed to get their headsets off. Each step he took was a monumental undertaking, and almost literally so; his body had become so tightly packed with muscle mass that simply moving it from place to place was enough to cause the whole world around him to shake violently whenever his paws cracked the ground or created a small crater. Above the waist, to call him buff would be an understatement of the highest order, as it was now hard for him to even so much as move his arms without leading to a lot of undue, but highly desirable rubbing, only worsening the effects the transformation was having on him; within mere seconds, the treadmill he had been strapped to snapped in half, the loud clanging of its metallic struts hitting the ground signalling that he’d have to use his controllers to move around now… not that he was particularly interested in playing the actual game itself.
By the time the buff was gone, they were practically unrecognizable, and judging by how the Weregarurumon could feel the top of his real head touching his ceiling in the real world, he could only imagine how “deformed” they must be after going through such a drastic transformation in-game. And yet, despite this, they couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was wrong, that it wasn’t the fact that he was a lumbering pile of sinewy, vascular musculature and his friend had so many curves that she could put professional models and lewd artists to shame alike, nor was it the unfortunate reality that they were now having to exercise quite a bit of willpower not to immediately jump on one another and make good use of their new size while they still could. No, what they felt was wrong was that they were only level two; after all, the first quest had leveled them up once, and they hadn’t gone up again. In fact, given that their experience bars were still only halfway filled and all the kobolds had run off to goodness knows where, it was quite likely that they’d only get to level three by placing the explosives and then making their way back to the quest giver… which, seeing as their bodies were becoming more and more unwieldy whenever they did anything, was going to be bit of a problem.
But that was just it: it was getting there that was the problem, not the levelling up, certainly not the ensuing growth spurt that was inevitably going to take place. While they might have once believed it best to turn around while they were still ahead, now they couldn’t even fathom the idea of not plowing forward with no regard for their personal safety. After all, wasn’t that exactly why they were playing that game to begin with? To have fun and enjoy themselves? Why not keep going and see where it led them?
Why not have fun? | yiff-extreme |
Title: How The Butterfly Tamed The Wildcat
Tags: sex toys, lesbian masturbation, lesbian dildo
*This is a lesbian version of the story Accidents Will Happen -- The Great Art Gallery Robbery
As always, your constructive comments are welcome.*
**Accidents Will Happen, "How The Butterfly Tamed The Wildcat"**
"TURN IT OFF! Jerri, TURN IT OFF!" Mandy said as the butterfly vibrator went into maximum vibration mode sending jolt after jolt of pleasure to her clit.
Jerri and Mandy had known each other since college. To split their expenses, they had shared an apartment together while they were in college but their relationship had always been platonic.
After college, it just seemed financially convenient to continue to share the apartment while they both worked various jobs trying to pay off their considerable student loan debt.
Despite the fact that they had been living together five years after they graduated, their relationship was still platonic and they were close but good friends.
Each had dated other people never seeming to find anyone they liked enough for more than a one-night stand. Neither wanted to jeopardize their friendship by becoming intimate, not that each had not thought about it.
Mandy, whose face was average in appearance, had long blond hair, a very shapely ass and nice firm breasts that would have made a Playboy Bunny envious. They definitely got Jerri's attention whenever she was not wearing a bra. Which was usually most of the time she was not working.
Jerri had a slightly better than average face, but the average body of a woman who worked in an office all the time and never seemed to have enough time to work out. Jerri was not overweight; she was just too unremarkable in any way except one; she had the most beautiful brown eyes that when a woman noticed them she became lost in them.
They had both come to value the other's friendship too much to jeopardize it. Each was afraid that if they became intimate it would be the end of their relationship.
As time progressed, both Jerri and Mandy were silently aware that it was becoming increasingly difficult to restrain their ever growing attraction to each other.
One day, after an especially bad day at work, Jerri walked into the apartment and flopped down on her favorite chair. Her face was fuming with anger. Mandy, who had the day off from her job as a software programmer for a local bank, was sitting on the couch reading a book. She looked up at Jerri worried. Mandy had never seen the usually calm Jerri this angry before so she asked, "What's the matter, Jerri?"
"Those son-of-a-bitchs are outsourcing the Database Team, and after that the Desktop Support Team. It wont be long before someone figures out how to outsource Network Administration." Being a well-paid Network Administrator, the last part was sure to leave Jerri without a job.
Mandy thought about it for a minute and then, putting down the book she had been reading, said to Jerri, "Look Jerri, why don't we go into business together? I'm tired of working for other people and watching them get rich off of my hard work. I'll bet we've got enough money between the two of us. What do you think?"
Both of them had finished paying off their student loan debts about two years ago and they had been banking every spare penny they made in anticipation of settling down someday.
Jerri thought about it for a couple of seconds; then said, "Sure, why not!"
Between the two of them, they had accumulated quite a sum of money. And so, for a couple of weeks each independently searched the Internet looking for a business model that they could both afford but would have a good chance of succeeding.
Finally, one afternoon, they sat down together to discuss what they had discovered.
They looked at each other hesitantly; then, almost in unison they both said, "Let's go into the sex toy business." They laughed at having come up with the same idea.
They were both pleasantly surprised and happy that neither was shocked at the other's idea. But after all, how could either of them be shocked? They both had the same idea. And so they decided to become entrepreneurs in the sex toy business.
They spent the next two months occupied with the tasks of finding a store to rent, buying advertisements, setting up a website, and ordering stock, plus a myriad of other tasks that starting a new business requires.
It was a Friday night and they were working late unpacking, stocking and placing on displays a huge selection of assorted dildos, vibrators, adult DVD's and other items to numerous to mention. While neither said anything to the other, they were each intrigued by the sheer variety and potential uses for the erotic merchandise they were handling. Being surrounded by all that erotic material only served to remind them that it had been quite some time since they had shared the intimacy of another person. And so, as the night progressed, they were each becoming very horny.
Jerri had just finished stocking one of the DVD racks and was hoping Mandy would not notice how erect her nipples had been for the past several hours when Jerri heard a truck pull up in the alley leading to the back door of their store. She turned to Mandy and said, "Nobody delivers this late."
Mandy, placed another DVD on a shelf, turned to Jerri and said, "Maybe it's the garbage pickup, they run about this time don't they?"
"Damn, you're right! I completely forgot. Help me get these empty boxes out back before they pull off or the damn things will be in our way all weekend, will you?" Jerri exclaimed.
She put down a rabbit vibrator, grabbed a hand full of the flattened boxes, and followed Jerri into the back of the store.
When they got there, they did not find a garbage truck as they had expected. Instead, parked, its rolling back door open was what appeared to be a medium sized rental truck.
"Turn around slowly and don't do anything stupid!" They heard a man's voice say from behind them.
When they did, they saw a man and woman standing in the corner of the alley near the door through which they had just come. The strangers were both dressed in white overalls similar to those used by a local moving company. Each stranger also was wearing a cheap plastic Lone Ranger masks on their faces. The masks were similar to those you might buy for Halloween. But most importantly, the strangers were holding pistols aimed directly at Jerri and Mandy. The woman was holding a canvas bag similar to that used by carpenters to carry their tools.
"Walk inside, both of you and don't say a word." the man told them pointing his pistol in the direction of the door.
After they were all inside the man closed the door behind them.
"OK, here's the way its going to be, we are going to help ourselves to some of the paintings that the art store next door has been kind enough to collect for us so we are going to be here for a couple of hours. Behave yourselves and nobody will get hurt; don't, and well, I think you get the picture." he said aiming her pistol directly at Jerri's head.
His companion had set the canvas bag down and was walking around the store while the male robber was talking to them.
"Over here Mr. Black! This will do fine." the voluptious felon said and then she walked over to cover them while her companion walked into the storage room.
He looked around the store room, then said to her, "Yup, Mrs. White, this is perfect. OK, bring them in here."
Somehow, Jerri suspected the Mr. Black and Mrs. White were not their real names.
Mrs. White picked up her bang, pointed in the direction of the store room with her pistol, said "Move it!" and then followed Jerri and Mandy as they walked into the closet.
She then opened the bag and lay several links of chain and several combination locks onto the carpeted floor.
Then she turned to Mandy and Jerri and said, "The art gallery next door has kindly collected some rather kinky paintings for us. Wasn't that so kind of them? " Mr. Black chuckled. She continued, "We can't have you nice people calling the police while we are next door helping removing their excess inventory; it would just spoil our night. And, we are going to be too busy to watch you."
Mandy looked at Jerri with terror on her face as the female stranger continued, "Don't worry, play nice and we won't hurt you. We are just going to leave you here tied up while we work."
"When we leave we will give you the keys to the locks, but it will take you a while to get free. Now, just so you wont be in a big hurry to escape and run to the nearest phone, strip!" she said to them.
Mandy looked at the busty felon and said indignantly, "No fucking way BITCH!"
Mifted, the the woman simply looked Mandy straight in the eyes and said, "You've got quite a mouth on you haven't you? Especially for someone looking at the business end of a weapon. We'll, I guess I'll just have to come up with a way to keep you busy while we are next door. Now I'm only going to say this one more time," she paused, then continued, "Strip! PLEASE!" And with that she aimed her weapon directly at Mandy's face.
"Oh, yeah, take everything off." Jerri and Mandy stood there in shock. "Of course, if you wish, I am sure Mr. Black will be glad to help you." She said smiling.
Mandy had taken off everything hoping no one would notice how wet the crotch of her baby-blue panties were.
Jerri was down to her panties when she paused, hesitating.
Mrs. White looked down at the large wet spot in the front of Jerri's panties and said, "Go ahead, as soaked as your girlfriend's panties are, I thing she's going to enjoy seeing it."
Reluctantly, Jerri pulled down her pink panties exposing her glistening wet pussy to Mandy. Mandy stared at it for a few seconds and then turned away.
"Cover them, all these nice toys have given me an idea." Mrs. White said to her partner in crime and left the room.
She returned about a minute later with a package containing one of those strap-on butterfly vibrators that have wireless remote controls, a couple of double " A " batteries and a roll of packing tape.
Upon seeing what the full figured felon had in her hands, Mr. Black snickered and said to her companion, "Playing Matchmaker again?"
"What can I say? I can't help myself Besides, I really don't like being called bitch." and with that, she put the batteries in the remote and pushed the power button causing it to make a humming sound as it vibrated in her hands. Apparently satisfied it worked she turned it off. Then she pulled off a piece of packing tape from the roll and folded it into a loop sticky side out. She took the piece of tape and stuck it to the back of the remote and then used the tape to secure the remote to the outside of the vibrator. After that, she handed it to Mandy and said to her, "Put it on!"
"What the hell for?" Mandy asked her shocked.
With a wicked grin on her face the female robber replied, "Maybe the experience of having this little butterfly on your pussy will teach you some manners; besides, I figure if you try too hard to wiggle out of your chains this will keep you busy. Now, PUT IT ON!"
Reluctantly, Mandy slipped her legs through the elastic straps of the harness and pulled it up.
Seeing that the butterfly vibrator was hanging inches too low, the female robber handed her pistol to her partner, and said to him "Hold this."
She then grabbed the ends of the elastic straps and tugged hard on them tightening them which caused the vibrator to move upward. As it went up, the hook shaped soft rubber clit stimulator at the bottom of the vibrator slid right through Mandy's wet pussy lips lodging itself firmly between them and came to rest on the bottom of her clit. Mandy jerked in suprise as it made contact with her sensitive clit.
"Comfy?" asked the female robber but received no response.
Taking her pistol back from her partner she said to Jerri, "Now Honey, get down there on your back and keep your arms at your side."
Jerri lay down on the six-foot long pieces of chain. There were five of them. Two pieces of chain were under the small of her back, one under her ankles, one just below her buttocks, and one was under her neck.
The female robber took the chain under Jerri's ankles and wrapped it around them and secured it with a lock.
Looking at Mandy, she said, "It's your turn Honey now, get face down on your girlfriend."
"She's not my girlfriend." Mandy said and started turning to lay on Jerri face first when she felt a pistol poking her in the ribs.
"Oh no you don't, the other way!" she heard Mrs. White say.
"You've got to be kidding!" Mandy said shocked and turned slightly to look at the female robber.
"Do I look like I am kidding?", she responded this time poking Mandy's left nipple with her pistol.
Mandy got on her hands and knees on top of Jerri with her pelvis over Jerri's stomach.
"Nice try Honey! STOP WAISTING TIME AND DO IT RIGHT! YOU KNOW THE POSITION! NOW GET YOUR PUSSY OVER HER FACE!" she said impatiently.
And so, Mandy found herself looking down at Jerri's soaking wet pussy with a butterfly vibrator strapped to her own clit and her wet pussy just inches away from Jerri's mouth.
Pushing Mandy's back down until Mandy's tits were pressed against Jerri's stomach, Mrs. White secured the chains under the small of Jerri's back around both of them with one of the locks while leaving no more than an half of an inch of slack in the chain. She turned the chain so Jerri could reach the lock.
Mrs. White then wrapped the chain under Jerri's neck around one of Mandy's ankles. Then she wrapped the other end around Mandy's other ankle, brought the end back under Jerri's neck, and locked the two ends together with one of the unused locks.
After that, she wrapped one end of the remaining chain around Mandy's thigh just above the knee and locked it, then did the same thing to Mandy's other knee with the other end of the chain.
Finally, she used the last chain, the one under Jerri's buttocks, to secure Mandy's wrists in a similar manner. While none of the chains were tight enough to cut off the flow of blood, they left almost no room for movement.
She stood to admire her work.
The whole time she had been binding them she kept the pistol in her hand, so both Jerri and Mandy were actually relieved when she was finished.
Grabbing Jerri's pants and shirt, she rolled them up and placed them under Jerri's head pushing her face so close to Mandy's pussy that her nose almost touched it.
She looked at Jerri and said, "Now isn't that a beautiful view of your girlfriend's warm wet pussy, Honey? Wouldn't you like to just lick it until she comes all over your face?"
Mandy noticed Jerri's pelvis twitch toward her and Jerri's pussy became visibably wetter in response to the woman's words. Mandy couldn't resist saying, "I told you, she's not my girlfriend you bitch!"
Once again angered, the sexy robber said, "One more word out of you and I will turn the vibrator on and leave it running.", and to emphasize her point, she reached under Mandy's pussy and pushed the power button on the vibrator. Instantly it started vibrating Mandy's clit sending jolt after jolt of pleasure to it.
"OH GOD! STOP IT, TURN IT OFF!" Mandy pleaded.
Mrs. White waited a few more seconds until Mandy's pussy started undulating involuntarily causing pussy juice to run down her thighs to turn it off.
"Now not a peep out of either of you." said the female robber and then the two felons closed and exited the storage room.
Mandy panted a few minutes and finally said angrily, "Damn it! I don't care what she says. I'm not going to just lay here like this."
"I'm not sure that's a good idea Mandy; these chains are pretty tight." Jerri warned her.
"Well, you're not the one whose got a fucking vibrator strapped to your pussy are you?" and with that she started trying to wiggle the chains loose.
She tried rolling her hips but that didn't help. Next she decided to try to wiggle her ankles free by moving them in and out but that didn't work either. Then Mandy decided to try moving them up and down but when she pulled up with her ankles, she pulled Jerri's face right into her pussy. This resulted in Jerri's chin hitting the power button on the remote turning it on.
"OHHHH GODDDD! TURN IT OFF! Jerri, TURN IT OFF!" and once again the machine started vibrating and sent jolt after jolt to her already swollen clit.
"HOW?" Jerri asked her.
"I DON'T CARE HOW! DO WHAT EVER YOU HAVE TO!" and then Mandy's pelvis began moving up and down and she said, "OHHH SHITTT!"
Jerri tried to use her nose to hit the power button again but Mandy ground her pelvis once again downward. This caused Jerri's face to be buried right into Mandy's pussy. Suddenly Mandy jerked her pelvis up again running Jerri's nose right through the furrow of her pussy.
"AHHHH! OHHHH! IT'S TOO MUCH!" Mandy said loudly.
"Mandy, you got to be quiet!" Jerri said fearing the robbers would return in anger.
"AHHHH! OHHHH GODDD! OHHH SHITTT!" Mandy cried again followed by, "I CAN'T HELP IT! IT'S BEEN SO LONG!"
Jerri was going to try again to turn off the vibrator. But, this time as she tried to move her face under Mandy's pelvis to get a better angle at the button, Mandy rotated her pelvis down and then upward causing the slider on the remote to slide upwards all the way.
The machine started to vibrate at its maximum level. Almost totally out of control now, Mandy began rubbing her pussy erotically across Jerri's face and mouth.
"OHHH MY GODDD!" Mandy said even louder than before and started trying to ride Jerri's face.
Jerri told her urgently, "YOU CAN'T SCREAM BABY, YOU CAN'T! NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS, YOU CAN'T SCREAM!"
With her last ounce of reason, Mandy could think of only one way to muffle the scream that was sure to happen. And so, as she felt herself about to explode in an unstoppable orgasm, she dropped her head down, buried her face between Jerri's legs, placed her mouth onto Jerri's pussy and moaned loudly into it. Her lips started rubbing slightly on Jerri's clit from the motion of her undulating body as wave after way of glorious orgasm rocked Mandy's body.
It was too much for Jerri and she grabbed Mandy around the waist and buried her face into Mandy's pussy. Jerri's mouth began devouring it's warm wetness as she ran her tongue in and around Mandy's pussy.
Mandy's orgasm seemed to go on forever as the combination of the vibrator on her clit and Jerri's now probing tongue in her pussy sent jolt upon jolt of pleasure through her.
Mandy had been holding her mouth onto Jerri's pussy when Jerri's stuck her tongue deeply into her spasming pussy.
As Jerri's tongue probed deeper, Mandy started moaning as she began licking frantically around Jerri's inner pussy lips. The largest wave of orgasm hit her. Mandy muffled a scream onto Jerri's clit sending Jerri over the edge. Just then, Jerri's pussy to erupted in Mandy's mouth filling it with her juices. Mandy licked and swallowed it as fast as she could.
Mandy's last spasm had caused the remote to side across Jerri's chin pushing the slider back to the low setting and the vibration on her clit eased a bit.
Mandy was coming down from the euphoria of orgasm but was feeling the slow building of another being quickened by Jerri's mouth on her pussy. Jerri's tongue was still slowly exploring the inside of Mandy's pussy.
"UMMPH!" Mandy said while teasing Jerri's clit with her tongue. "UMMPH!" she said again as Jerri's tongue danced around Mandy's pussy lips.
And as Mandy's pussy started gently rocking back and forth on Jerri's mouth, her tongue began to gently lick into the furrow of Jerri's pussy.
"UMMMPH! UMMMPH!" and Mandy's pelvis jerked violently across Jerri's face once more causing the slider on the remote control to move again, this time to the medium setting.
Jerri moaned into Mandy's pussy as Mandy began lovingly licking around her clit. Totally consumed by lust Jerri began devouring Mandy's pussy more frantically than ever.
In response, Mandy's pelvis began undulating more on Jerri's mouth than before.
"UMMMPH!" Mandy said as Jerri's tongue again entered her pussy.
Mandy once again jerked her pelvis hard on to Jerri's face causing the slider on the remote to go to maximum sending Mandy over the edge.
Mandy's pussy spasmed and quivered on Jerri's mouth filling it with her juices. Once again, Mandy's tongue ran down the furrow of Jerri's pussy and into her cunt sending Jerri over the edge.
Jerri devowered Mandy's pussy as her own love juice flowed all over Mandy's face. With the last violent spasm of Mandy's orgasm the power button on the remote hit Jerri's chin turning the pleasure machine off.
Jerri continued to lick gently around and around Mandy's pussy as they both rode the last few waves of pleasure. When they subsided, Mandy removed her mouth from Jerri's pussy and lay her head on her leg panting. Spent, Jerri let Mandy's waist go and lay there.
After several minutes rest, Mandy said to Jerri, "Why the hell didn't we do this before?" but she already knew the answer.
After a minute Jerri said to her softly, "You know I love you don't you?" Then she added, "I'm sorry it took this for me to realize it."
After a moment, Mandy said to Jerri, "I know, I love you too. But I'm not sorry a bit."
Mandy looked at the stock on the shelves and said, "One other thing that I have learned from this, we have an obligation to our customers to know as much about our product as possible. I think we owe it to them to test every unique item ourselves."
"Darling, I whole heartedly agree." Jerri said and started kissing the inside of her left leg.
Just then the door opened and in walked Mrs. White and said whimsically, "Have fun while we were gone?" Then noticed the still wet love juice on Jerri's face and said, "Guess you did."
She then reached down and placed one set of keys in one of Jerri's hands and another in one of Mandy's. "Even with the keys it will take you a while to get free. Ta Ta Lovers." and left them.
After they heard the truck pull of, Jerri said to Mandy, "Well I guess we should get out of this contraption."
"Not quite yet." said Mandy, and then placed her mouth onto Jerry's pussy and began gently rolling her tongue through Jerri's love nest and onto Jerri's clit.
In response, Jerri grabbed Mandy once more about the waste, pushed her face to Mandy's pussy and bumped the remote power button with her chin turning it on. Then, she started devouring Mandy's still swollen clit with her mouth.
Several hours later the police were called. When they arrived, the police found that the captives were unable to give an accurate description of the robbers that had gotten away with quite a few of the paintings belonging to the gallery next-door.
What the report failed to mention was that during their search, they found a rather large assortment of unpackaged sex toys laying about on the floor. Aint love grand? | literotica |
Shattered Shards: Tempest's Texts
Tempest hummed happily to herself as she walked in the door, a bag filled with books upon one arm. One of her friends ran a used bookstore and always made sure to pluck certain volumes from the recent turn ins.
People were still getting used to the way the new world worked, as well as settling into what were in some cases new homes and lands. The city of Port Haven was the result of two large cities, and their accompanying suburbs and outlying villages being fused and altered during the uniting of Earth and Aerth. Both cities had been called Port Haven, and they blended almost seamlessly. Somehow the street patterns from both cities matched up perfectly, Aerth's buildings transforming into a more modern function while Earth's urban landscape was toned down a little bit, the buildings taking on a more architectural construction to that of its doppelganger. What was more was that each urban sprawl was a mirror image of itself. Each Port Haven had gaps between habitation areas, but now they were filled by reversed duplicates of the other world's streets, buildings, and vegetation. The buildings even carried identical, though not mirrored, contents. They simply did not have mirrored residents.
As a result nearly half the buildings in the Port Haven area outside the city center were abandoned. With the distribution routes for the grocery stores changed an effort had been made in the early days to go through each of the abandoned houses, removing nonperishable food items, and an effort was made to cook and distribute everything that would go bad eventually. The city had won the services of several dragons in exchange for the vast amount of frozen meat that would still have gone uneaten. One of them, a majestic silver dragoness, had set herself up in one of the mirrored castles, using her magics to preserve even more of the food, thus creating the city's largest food bank. Even now, almost a year later, people were still combing through the abandoned houses for things of worth and value. There were many square miles worth of empty homes, filled with possessions that no one would ever miss. People still made a living off the proceeds.
Though there were some places that did not truly mirror the Port Haven of its origin, instead becoming a hybrid of the two, a mix of magic and technology. These places tended to be passed over by scavengers, for the contents were not quite of the other world, and thus a complete mystery to both populations of the city.
But still, on occasion, folks would bring in what they found within one of these places. It was these books that Tempest was most interested in. Wizards of Aerth tended to write their tomes in unknown, archaic languages of their world, which made them impossible for Tempest properly study. But the tomes of magic that would be found in these hybrid homes and lairs would be in the archaic language of magic native to Earth's Port Haven, if it had originally been blessed with sorcery.
Having been an English speaking community Port Haven would have gone with the traditional language suited perfectly to ominous chanting; that of Latin. Though Tempest didn't know Latin either, she had researched the lettering enough to be able to read it aloud if needs be. She had several entry-level texts on wizardry written in the common tongue from Aerth. Port Haven had lacked a mystical University, and most of the wizened spellcasters that resided there had become enthralled by the siren song of Matlock reruns, so they were of little use to a young woman who didn't know the first thing about spellcasting and sorcery.
So Tempest had acquired all that she could, seeking to instruct herself in the entirely new area of research that had opened up with the uniting of the worlds. After all, she hadn't the slightest idea where the college she had been attending had ended up. The great event that reshaped seemingly all of creation had taken place while she had been visiting her friend Violet for the weekend.
She'd moved into one of the ownerless homes and made her living going through others. Laws and regulations had been enacted to bring order to what was essentially city sponsored looting. Scavengers were not to be messy or destructive. They were to leave the mirrored businesses and residences they picked over in clean and livable conditions so that they could be used at any time for their intended purpose.
Her home had been one of the blended ones, filled with devices that were half magic and half technology. Unfortunately, her home apparently had been one of the warrior and not a wizard. She still had a closet full of rather revealing pieces of polished leather and exquisitely detailed metal, she tried some of them on (and looked quite good in them,) but there were always extra matching pieces that didn't fit anywhere on a human body.
Tempest's pet cat Chomper loved the place. Shelves, bookshelves, and indentations near the tops of the walls seemed just perfect for the feline to explore. He could walk around the entire house from an elevated position, which he often did. One of the contributing homes Tempest's house most definitely had belonged to a cat lover. Even beyond the catwalks was the entire shelf of one cupboard devoted to various types of catnip. It seemed that in both worlds people pampered their pets. In the few months that Tempest and Chomper had lived in the house the cat's attitude had improved greatly, displaying little of the bitey behavior that had given him his name. He was much more affectionate with Tempest and seemed to be far more energetic. It wasn't the world shift, as for the first few months when they had lived in Violet's apartment over the bookstore he'd been his usual, lazy blob of orange and cream self. Tempest rather liked the change.
She set the bag on her worktable, running her fingers over the fur on Chomper's back as the feline curiously poked his head into the bag. The cat quickly withdrew his head and sneezed mightily several times due to the dust from the old books. He quickly moved to the cushion Tempest had placed near the spot she usually sat. Her feline companion seemed quite content to watch her work. At least until it was time for him to be fed.
Tempest was rather grateful for Chomper's meal interruptions, as they reminded her that she needed sustenance as well. Without her cat to care for Tempest was rather sure that she wouldn't be taking as good of care of herself as she ought to have been.
She removed the three dusty old tomes and set them gingerly down upon the table. She gave Chomper a quick rub on the ears before she cracked open the first book. Tempest flipped through the pages first, not bothering to read anything. She admired the occasional picture or diagram, but her primary purpose was to see if anything had been left between the pages of the tomes.
She found the usual assortment of bookmarks, pieces of scrap paper, a few feathers, leaves, and a few pressed flowers. But in the last one she found something odd and rather interesting; a pair of very thin spectacles. They were quite flat and would not be comfortable being perched upon one's nose for a particular long period of time, but they looked like they had been very carefully constructed of the finest materials. The lenses seemed to sparkle and shimmer strangely when one held them just so in the light.
Tempest placed them upon her nose and chuckled to herself. Her giggles stopped as she looked down at the books. All the letters and writing had a faint glow around them. The glow seemed to vary in color and intensity, some phrases appearing with a pure black miasma around them that completely obscured them from view. The writings closer to the front of each book were outlined in cooler, more vibrant colors; blues, pale greens, and grays that seemed to enhance the letters, making them appear clearer and easier to read. Instead of the Latin she expected the tomes were written using the modern English alphabet.
Tempest gasped softly and flipped through the three books, seeking out the pages furthest in with the clearest writing and most welcoming colors. There was one page where an entire paragraph positively glowed with a swirling mix of blue and silver. Tempest found herself half reciting the words under her breath, trying to work out the pronunciation and cadence.
Chomper's tail stopped swaying in amused contentment, instead going ramrod straight. The feline stared at his owner, seeming to almost stand at attention from a lying position. Tempest's eyes went over the text again and again, the volume of her voice rising each time until she was truly speaking with strange words aloud.
She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she spoke. It didn't seem to be the words themselves that had power; some of them were even plain words of English. There were three words in a line, almost every line having three distinct syllables. They were arranged in a pattern that seemed just beyond Tempest's ability to make out at the moment, and she concentrated upon speaking the words.
"Famterme BemilBeast Greacoiar Bepanver, Mycoion ComLome Lifeure Plfeof Lieasof DeWonery OfvoDer AndSorction BeForTo Bocoev-er meUndme ShSoare Bo-dyareUl InShIn TwoOneme BeOfMind AscoUs"
Tempest chanted, a tangible sense of power filling the air. A spark of silver-blue energy leaped from Tempest to Chomper and back again. The white and tan feline's fur stood on end and he jumped from the table, dashing off into the kitchen. The sorceress in training was worried at first, but she heard the door to the cabinet beneath the oven open. Chomper had taken to retreating into that particular cupboard, which was usually warm due to all the frozen pizzas and instant lasagna Tempest made. It seemed that the cat had been more startled than anything and was tending to his staticky, puffed up fur.
The self-taught spellcaster chuckled, thankfully her first spell didn't seem to have been any more than what would happen if she spent several minutes rubbing her feet on the carpet. She hadn't meant to actually invoke something, but the words had come so naturally to her lips.
The words upon the page had changed color, the silver-blue now joined with a black center, obscuring the words. But now some of the words in the other tomes had changed in coloration. Once more Tempest flipped through them, and this time she found an entire page of blue and silver highlighted incantations in each one. She found her lips moving, instinctively forming the words that her eyes saw.
The budding mage immediately put a stop to that, covering all but one paragraph in each book with pieces of paper or other books that she'd been reading. That immediately put an end to her mouth moving without her mind's consent. Only with things fully under control now did Tempest realize that she had actually taught herself how to perform magic, and had actually cast a spell without blowing something up.
Chomper stomped back into the room, hopping up onto a pile of books and then onto the table. He plopped back down onto his cushion and directed an intense glare at his mistress.
The cat gave a token struggle, as if making the appearance of trying to escape, without actually trying. Tempest laughed and set the kitty down, idly stroking him as she looked over the words in the four tomes, though only in a little piece at a time.
She tried saying the words at her own pace; she could form the words easily, syllables rolling effortlessly from her tongue. But thankfully they carried with them no sense of the building power that had accompanied her recitation before.
Tempest removed the enchanted glasses and placed them aside. The glow vanished when she took off the spectacles. She studied the notes and diagrams around each of the spells. It took about an hour as each of the tomes had been written by a different hand, each with their own rather strange ways of spelling and punctuating. The spells themselves seemed to have been written with great patience and care; the notes however seemed to be the typical writing of each tome's author.
Each of the spells seemed to be an introductory ritual into the basics of the magic type described within each book. It would open up the caster to the specific types of energies used in the primary functions of each magical art. Though likely it would take a bit more research to determine what exactly the focuses of each tone were, and probably even more for Tempest to decide which one she would like to try. After all, traditionally mages seemed to focus on one particular area. She didn't think that it would let her use all four of the introductory rituals.
Apparently tired of looking on Chomper decided to 'help' his mistress, striding proudly into the middle of the table and rolling onto the tomes.
"Stop that you silly cat!" Tempest said the case of the giggles.
Chomper nosed a few pieces of paper and swatted a few others with his paws before accidentally striking one of the marbles on the table which Tempest kept to help keep her hands busy while she read. If she wasn't paying attention she would tire out an arm twirling the hair on top of her head. Keeping a marble between her fingertips to roll around prevented this. It also gave Chomper something to chase after, which he did, upsetting several more bits of paper.
Tempest found her gaze drawn to the words in one tone and once more she found herself reciting them aloud instinctively. She felt power building around her, but she found herself unable to stop as she began to cast the introductory ritual from the white, almost porcelain-like tome.
"LaYouMasdess VodyIks OfidOfPray ToTheGodThe IMytenth; OnSetGoment EnTheFoal IslighPaot BreInsnders TheakInsAnd InBarrDoMe SoulMiiwn Awepinof TheakeDoone MaPowInwn DenyerMe"
The budding mage shuddered as power surged through her, taking the form of reddish arcs of electrical energy. It surged inward from the tips of her fingers and toes, up her arms and legs, and across her torso. It seemed to gather in a ball just before and below her breasts. She found her hands moving to the glowing sphere, her fingers encircling it, stretching the energy more into a flat sheet. She made small motions with her fingers, directing the flow of energy, making it arc to her fingertips.
It took on a familiar shape; that of a simple mask with no adornments. It was mostly flat and perfectly smooth, save for a raised line down the middle. Tempest bowed her head and brought the electric mask to her face. The energy vanished, flowing into her head, new knowledge taking root in her mind. It seemed to be opening her up, preparing her to welcome additional power within.
Every cell in her body started to cry out in longing for something, an unknown quality that Tempest could not identify and could not provide. But still every fiber of her being called out. If she had read the first few pages, she would likely have avoided the tome entirely. It was the magical teachings of Szuyie, goddess of change, half breeds, hybrids, and adventurers with multiple specializations. By reciting the opening incantation of the Mistress of Masks, the goddess' power filled her, allowing her to take on more than she otherwise would have.
What her spirit called out for was the power from other sources, seeking to draw upon them, weave them together into a new, hybrid whole. Tempest tried to end her spellcasting, to pull herself away from the table. But instead she found her gaze fixating on the words of power within the tome whose cover was wrapped in simple, raw leather.
"BimilSpirOne Myndiit BeastChoMear FaOfsenTo SoAspectsOne FlulectsMine HiseshAsHis MyAspAsOne GrndConMe NaantTosciouss GrtureFeHim MiantToral EtressBeus BeterAndast MantwenalPet MissAndenBond"
Silver-blue energy swirled around Tempest, and as Chomper leapt up on the table to return the errant marble it began to swirl around him as well. The sorceress could swear she heard the sounds of a tropical forest, the rich smell of greenery filling her nostrils. Her skin itched, as if there was something crawling all over it, or something crawling beneath it that wanted out. She felt the urge to hunt, to kill, to bat around small, furry prey before sinking her teeth into them. Her senses seemed to sharpen as the sounds and smells of the jungle faded away. She took a deep breath and felt much calmer. The slight smell of herbs and incense that always filled the house seemed to take an effect upon her.
The longing within her faded a little bit, but her body still hungered for further power and potential for change. Tempest reached out and tried to slam close one of the tomes, but instead found herself pulling it closer as she ran her fingers over the many smooth, multicolored scales that were stitched to the book's binding. Some felt warm, others had an inherent chill to them, a few more made her fingertips tingle, and others felt slightly damp.
Tempest had a guess as to what this one had been, the brightly colored scales the retained the nature of the beast they had come from, the lack of a metallic tint to any one of them, the five pointed star upon the cover; all of it pointed to being a tome of draconic sorcery. The book was one written by disciples of the Chromatic Queen, meant for spellcasters of draconic blood. Tempest knew that she lacked the heritage required, but had acquired the book anyway, hoping that it would at least give her some insight into magic. But even lacking something sinuous and scaly in her family tree, the words had been glowing with color of the spells that the glasses told her she could cast. She found her eyes fixating upon the third segment of the incantation. Her tongue seemed to almost slip forth from her lips as she spoke the spell, her tone and inflection slightly different, more growly and hissing, meant to emulate the dragons of whom this sort of spellcaster would seek to emulate.
"OhofWingThe QuMajtheed SkeenesDepths LadyiesOftic Fiales,Mth VesllWight YoselThings, ScurWiIs CwonMeYours Malaws, drousWith FkeFMight TheillMeangs, OfourInour PTheSerto BlourDravant YoodYgons"
It felt like several thick serpents had coiled around Tempest, their scales protruding and textured rather than smooth and flat like those of a proper snake. They encircled her arms and legs and seemed to pay close attention to her torso and breasts. She could almost feel a pair of soft feminine lips pressed against her own, a forked tongue slithering into her mouth to give a kiss and grant the draconic goddess' blessing.
Tempest felt a pleasant chill spreading through her body, running up and down her spine in rapid succession. The cold seemed to burn her bones for a moment before the sensations stopped. The mage was short of breath now, raw power surging through her veins. Her immediate need for additional power had faded. She no longer needed to utilize more sources of magical knowledge. But the sheer potential building within her needed completion; needed a capstone to seal off the incantation.
So she reached for the last tome; it was little more than a loose stack of papers within a bundle of soft, orange-red leather that felt absolutely delightful against Tempest's bare skin. She looked down at the page for the initiation spell; she wanted to stop but she also needed to complete the ritual. If she had known exactly what power she was invoking by using this tome's closing she would've tossed it aside and read from the one that had started the entire mess.
"GraceOfChange GoeatYLife MissdessKryour PltressOfgar BlAltIsMy MyesserrTo BoFlinged Bedyesh,Upon Asmalein UnYoule, and MeiteSeeand FeMaWithFit FikeGiof Willmefrts YthMya MaourAllBody ThSerAndLusts WonrallveHeart LderToYou TooinsousYour"
While the draconic recitation had resulted in the sensation of a pleasant kiss, this was more like a lustful frenzy between two extraordinarily eager lovers who had just gotten out of the public eye. Tempest moaned as an intense heat filled her loins. It felt like clawed hands were clutching her breasts, and something hot, hard, and leaking thick, sweet fluid was forced into her mouth, while something warm, soft, and heavy pressed against her rump and the back of her legs. Something soft and soaking seemed to enfold her like a cocoon and Tempest cried out as her very being was rocked with a sensation not unlike an orgasm without all the wet and sticky bits.
Tempest fell to her knees and shivered, overwhelmed by the experience that she just had. The power that had built up around her seemed to have gone. Her cat jumped down from the table and rubbed against her, purring happily and not seeming to mind the small magical sparks that left between the two as he rubbed against her.
The sorceress sighed and picked up Chomper with one hand, the other slamming each of the tomes closed and then picking up the leather one.
"Okay Chomper," she said "let's see if we can find out what exactly I did to the both of us."
She made her way to the living room and flopped down upon the sofa after placing her familiar atop it. Tempest didn't notice the result of the light itch at the base of her spine, but Chomper watched from his place perched atop the couch with what looked to be a smile upon his feline face. It seemed that the cat knew something that his mistress did not.
He knew the next few minutes were going to be rather exciting for the both of them, but mostly Tempest.
After she had been granted the power that she had petitioned from three goddesses and the nature spirit, Chomper was willing to bet that Tempest would be quite excited indeed.
If her power acted upon him as well, and it should as the first incantation she cast had bound them completely as mistress and familiar, greatly strengthening the magical bond the two had shared since she began her magical studies.
Chomper's tail swayed from side to side patiently as he watched a small nub form at the base of Tempest's spine. Pretty soon she would be having a tail of her own to sway. The impatient feline couldn't wait and decided to help his mistress' feline ascension along, leaning down from the back of the couch he extended one paw and began to bat at the new growth. Small sparks of energy passed between Chomper and Tempest as the cat did so.
The sorceress was completely oblivious as she stared in wide-eyed wonder at the words before her. She could read them with ease and the spells contained within the book were ones that she would absolutely adore using. It was a naturalistic school of sorcery, based upon mutual strengthening of one's self and one's familiar.
She had somehow known that Chomper had become her familiar, but until having read it in the book she had not known it consciously. She turned back with a grin and looked at the playful feline, "Hey Chompie!" She said with a giggle, "I guess you're my magical animal..."
The word 'companion' died upon her lips as she saw her familiar playing with a good 2 feet worth of blue and silver furred, feline tail. Her blue and silver furred feline tail. Her blue and silver furred feline tail that was growing longer and longer by the instant.
Tempest rolled over, sending her feline familiar to the floor. She spread her legs and gawked in bafflement at the new appendage. Her tail continued to rapidly grow, quickly reaching the length of 3 feet. She reached out cautiously with one hand and felt the fur. It was thick, lush, and wonderfully soft. It was also rather sensitive and it felt quite good to pet and caress; especially the underside. The soft strokes felt better the closer her tail was to her body. It made a gentle heat rise in her loins and she only managed to stop toying with her tail by noticing that by touching her tail the alterations to her body seemed to jump from it to her fingertips.
She watched in fascination as her skin began to drain of color, turning white and then beginning to rapidly darken to an almost metallic shade of dark gray. Her palms blackened as their skin transformed into smooth, soft leather; the pads of her fingers gaining a covering much the same. Her nails darkened as well, taking on a slight navy tint as they grew outward into short claws. Tempest's fingers began to thicken even as her nails came to an end. The skin of her fingertips rapidly grew over her budding claws; they were triangular in cross-section, not quite like cats' claws, but they were still able to be retracted.
She tried absently to rub off the altered color of her skin onto her shirt, but once more they seemed to make the change leap from location to location. Tempest let out a soft moan as a hot, stretching feeling came over the front of her body. It covered seemingly every inch of skin from just below her shoulders to just above her waist. Once more her skin turned pale; though unlike her hands it did not begin to darken, save in two pairs of points. One pair appeared just above her navel in the upper pair just below her rib cage.
Tempest found herself fumbling for the clasp of her bra rather quickly as the garment rapidly became too tight for her inflating chest. She tossed it aside, paying no attention as Chomper playfully darted after it. The mage was more intent upon the transformation that she was undergoing.
The sorceress supposed that the Familiar Tome was to blame, but magics meant to bind the human girl to her cat companion wouldn't explain the intense feelings of sensual pleasure and lust that were threatening to rapidly reduce her to a mewling masturbatory machine. She found even the slight pressure put on her breasts by her swiftly tightening T-shirt giving her a sort of sexual satisfaction.
The feline-becoming found that the mightening of now mammoth mammaries was just the beginning. Beneath her bountiful breasts, centered around the four dark gray spots upon her skin, grew two additional pairs of erotic orbs. Her lowermost breasts were about half the size of her original pair, which had reached the size of soccer balls. Meant for a thinner frame, Tempest's T-shirt was pulled upward by her expanding tits, exposing her belly and the lowest pair of additions.
It was becoming more and more difficult with each passing second for the spellcaster to keep her hands from exploring and enhancing the erotic sensations that filled her front. She stretched out on the sofa, the fingers of her right hand digging into the soft, plush flesh of her uppermost breast, her left cupping the lowermost, rubbing her thumb in slow circles over a silver-gray nipple.
Such pleasure, so soft, warm, and pliable seemed to Tempest's fogged mind to be a worthwhile trade. Giving up a bit of her humanity for both magical power and physical pleasure seemed to be quite the bargain. She moaned and bucked her hips gently as she pleasured herself, her simple touches far more pleasurable than any sexual encounter she had experienced in her 25 years of life.
A quiet tearing sound could be heard as the seams of her shirt slowly began to give way under their still-expanding burden. There was a muted pop as well, shortly followed by a soft clattering as the fly button of Tempest's shorts gave way. Her chest wasn't the only thing growing; her entire frame to be growing larger, more powerful, and shapelier.
A feral mewl escaped Tempest's lips as her climax rocked her body. She arched her back, the crotch seam of her jean shorts digging into her loins as she did so. The faded denim darkened to a color not unlike the fur upon the increasingly feline female's tail as her juices flooded out from her sex in a hot, eager torrent.
With the blissful release the subconscious defenses that the young mage had instinctively put into place came crumbling down. Her change was no longer limited to one particular area. The rest of her skin color fading, most of it becoming pure white only for a moment before darkening to the same slate gray of her hands and nipples.
Soft pops and cracks came from her feet and legs as the bones reshaped themselves; her feet quickly became the paws of a powerful, upright, predatory huntress rather than the flat feet of a creature which had never needed to run to feed herself in her life. The symphony of transformation was joined by the tearing of her clothes as her chest continued to increase and new muscle padded her hips, thighs, and rump. It seemed a configuration that was equal parts powerful predator and exaggerated ideal of the feminine form.
Tempest's T-shirt finally gave way under the strain of being pulled in two directions; the slow march forward had been joined by a sudden surge upon her back. At first it seemed that an additional pair of arms had burst from the near furless feline's shoulder blades, but the added muscles that appeared upon them, as well as on her chest, making her already massive bust seem almost ridiculous as it reached beachball size, marked them as something else entirely.
The fingers of the new hands thickened tremendously, their claws several inches long and decidedly not retractable. After growing as wide as it seemed they possibly could the digits began to lengthen with incredible speed. As they lengthened a thick membrane appeared between the fingers, white on the front side and a dull navy blue upon the back.
The winged catgirl shivered as a ticklish sensation engulfed her entire body. From dark gray skin extended her dark gray fur, adorned with navy stripes of an obviously tigerish nature. Tempest brought her creamy white-furred breast to her mouth and she began purring with delight as she began to run her newly elongated, slightly forked, sandpapery tongue over the lush, white fur.
Her ears twitched as they grew larger, the strange folds of human ears giving way to the smooth, triangular ones of the feline that the girl had now become. As her face pushed forward into the muzzle of the tiger, Tempest's hair and eyes altered as well. What had once been simple brown became a stunning shade of metallic blue that showed hints of green when struck by the light. It suited the exotic, erotic creature that Tempest had become.
The dragoncat's needful lust dulled for a moment as the last traces of her former form were sealed away. She lay upon the sofa panting, her gorgeous silver-gray, navy blue, and creamy white body completely naked save for a pair of too-tight, cum-soaked jean shorts seemed ready to give way at any time, and the red thong beneath them.
She drew in a deep breath, the faint scents that had tickled her nose a little bit as a human now surged to her mind, her feline sense of smell able to identify most of them. Many were odors that stirred her lust once more, incenses that would heighten pleasure, prolong performance, and with a little bit of magic enhance the effects of the resulting climax. Many others had a faint scent of mint to them, these calmed Tempest down, made her want to purr, made her want to rub the source of the scent against her whiskers and to nibble upon the plant that the dried leaves came from.
And beyond these there was another scent, one that was a familiar blend of feline, dragon, and human flavored with a hint of the strawberry shampoo Tempest used, as well as a permanent interweaving of milk and sex. It was a scent the tigress' new nose recognized, for it was her own. Though that left her confused as the scent absolutely saturated the place, as if she had been living here in her current form for several years.
There was also another pair of feline scents; one was a smaller, weaker version of the other that was missing the delightful variety of additions and nuances that the stronger scent had. Tempest's eyes widened as she realized what she smelled; the scent of her familiar as he was now as well as the scent that it seemed Chomper would have once her kitty had become empowered as she had been.
A nuance of the other-Chomper's scent made Tempest's eyes widen, the powerful scent of the Chomper that had lived here long enough to deeply infuse the house with permanent traces of his essence smelled of sex. Tempest's keen new nose could easily detect who it was that the other-cat had spent most of his time making love to; Tempest herself.
The new feline yelped as Chomper leapt up onto her lap, an eruption of blue-silver sparks surrounding the two of them as his body met hers, linking the two of them together for a moment and allowing the spell of bonding to transfer a portion of the power that Tempest had drawn into herself to him. The two of them were as one; the transformation that Tempest had undergone would have effects upon Chomper as well. Already the small mask-and-mantled tabby was beginning to change, to grow.
His orange-tan markings had begun to darken and lose their coloration, much as Tempest's skin had a few minutes before. As the cat nuzzled his mistress' leg, his fur quickly grew to match Tempest's own, though it retained his old pattern. Creamy white over most of his body, with his coloration upon his back and the base of his tail, tinting on the ears and the sides of his face, but stopping just short of his muzzle. He purred happily and met Tempest's gaze, metallic blue eyes with a hint of green meeting Tempest's own. Chomper's eyes gleamed with an innate intellect and mischief that his owner had not seen within them before.
"N-no, Chompie, get down." Tempest whispered, gritting her teeth as she pulled her hands from her wondrous, oh so sensitive breasts to reach down and grab the feline, and toss him away. But instead she found herself cupping her familiar's face, stroking his fur, which felt heavenly on the smooth leather of her handpaws.
The cat was double the size he'd originally been, and was growing larger by the second. He crept forward, placing broad paws upon Tempest's hips. The paws had altered a bit; she could feel them gripping more than they ought, halfway between hands and paws. The familiar let out a soft, purring growl, his head bowing downwards, taking the cuff of Tempest's shorts in his mouth. He tugged playfully upon them, apparently seeking access to what lay beneath.
The tigress' loins began to ache with need once more, and she found herself longing for the now jaguar sized Chomper to fill her. It wouldn't be bad at all, Chomper would never hurt her, and the two of them were tied together very deeply on a spiritual level. He was almost a part of her after all; it would be more like masturbation than anything. Especially since they were halfway the same species, perhaps more.
Tempest felt herself lifting her rump upwards, just a little bit. Before she could stop herself, Chomper had already managed to tug her too-tight shorts down several inches, exposing the bright red of her thong, which stood out incredibly against the white fur of her crotch. Chomper let out a soft growl of triumph and crawled upward several inches, resting his head upon his mistress' loins.
The mage couldn't help herself, she wrapped her legs around her familiar's body, delighting in his warm presence against her own. Her kitty now likely weighed just as much as she did, more, actually. Tempest watched as Chomper's tail grew longer, thickening, retaining the fur but taking on a more reptilian shape. She hadn't gotten much of anything from the draconic portion of her power infusion, merely the wings; it looked like Chomper had gotten the rest.
The thick-tailed cat ran his forked, sandpapery tongue over the soaked red triangle of cloth over Tempest's loins, drawing a soft yelp from her. She clenched her legs together, trying to stop herself from giving herself over to the former housecat. She shouldn't want him like that, and she most definitely shouldn't be trying to mentally make excuses for it, or even worse, fantasize about it.
Tempest managed to scoot back into a seated position, rather than her former sprawl, but Chomper merely crawled forward and resumed his previous position. The tigress managed to get her legs beneath her in a crouch, but she had to open them to do so, the cat's tongue having free access to her netherlips, the thin string of fabric offering no protection to the probing tongue of the eager feline.
He began to lap at her, each caress sending bolts of pleasure through Tempest's body. If a handful of licks were enough to make her purr like this, to make her lean into every motion, to bring her closer to climax with every second, what would Chomper's cock feel like inside her pussy?
Chomper's body quivered, muscles and bones seeming to shift, making him more sleek, lithe, and serpentine. His neck and face extended just a little bit, and there was an odd alteration to his shoulders, chest, and hips, it wasn't something feline or draconic. Tempest couldn't quite place it.
She reached down and gripped the cat by the ears, intending to yank him aside, but instead she found herself gleefully grinding into his oral caress, his tongue having wormed its way beneath her thong and was now intent on assaulting her clitoris with long, wriggling caresses.
Something tickled Tempest's palms, and she looked downward to find her pet growing a metallic blue-green mane of hair, rather like her own. Though it wasn't a lion's mane, it seemed to be more like a human's hair. The tigress felt a tingle around her own neck, the fur upon her shoulders, neck, and between her breasts elongating, thickening, becoming a mane of her own. The transformative power, it seemed, had mixed thoroughly within Chomper, and was now flowing back into her.
The pleasure from her loins seemed to intensify with each passing moment, as if there was more of her to lick as each second ticked by. Tempest's eyes widened as the stretching sensation that had filled her front, resulting in her formation of four additional breasts, appeared upon her sex.
"No! Oh no!" she gasped as she felt the furred flesh of her netherlips puffing outward, the small nub of her clit indeed having more and more of it to lick with each passing second. Tempest leaned down, wrapping her arms around Chomper's midsection, her teeth clenched in a growl as she sought to toss him onto the floor and stop the alteration of her gender.
But her handpaws encountered something they hadn't expected: hidden beneath Chomper's body was a pair of large, lush, heavy breasts, not as large as her own, but still wonderfully big and bountiful. The big cat purred as his... her mistress found herself instinctively caressing them. She moved one hand back, finding a second pair, and then a third. Her touch ended its journey between her familiar's legs. She found the hot, thick member that she'd been expecting, but behind it she felt a warm wetness that mimicked her own. What had been in the two tomes that did not have an obvious link? Tempest wondered.
It didn't seem quite so bad now, her kitty and herself both being of the same dual gender. The alterations to Chomper's body made her seem... more humanoid, but without being upright. The feline continued to lap at her mistress' forming cock, several inches worth of erection now pressing at the thong, a heavy furred sheath and balls resting atop it as well. Tempest found herself willing it onwards, to continue to grow and swell, to thicken, lengthen, widen, to grant her even more sweet, delicious pleasure as Chomper's raspy tongue encircled it.
Tempest cried out, half with pleasure and half with frustration. Her body and mind seemed to be fighting a dire war against one another; her flesh trying to convince her to give in, to succumb to the hungry ministrations of her familiar, her mind trying to sway her from mindless, bestial sex. Tears leaked from her abalone eyes as she found her will fading as she leaned back, her handpaws beginning to massage her plentiful breasts.
Her nipples tingled, ached, throbbed, and the tigress began to stroke them to relieve the light pain, replacing it with wondrous pleasure. Her nipples were already erect, but they seemed to be growing, extending from her breasts millimeter by millimeter as Chomper continued to pleasure her. Her thong finally gave way and snapped, allowing the feral dragoncat to take Tempest's full, twelve inch length into her mouth.
At this whatever power that continued to transform Tempest surged forth. Her nipples thickened and elongated, their shape changing. The tigress could only wince as she felt the shape changing to the bell-shaped head of a phallus. In a few moments she had her fingers wrapped around her new nipplecocks, one curled around the six-inch length that grew from her upper breast, the other around the slightly shorter cock that grew from a middle breast.
She felt her breasts beginning to swell again, her balls, sheath, and cock growing as well. She didn't want to be some sexual freak of nature, but it all felt so good. Something like this would be tolerable, as good as it felt, but she wouldn't want anything else to change any further. She just wished she had some help to manage all of her dicknipples.
"Wish granted," purred a soft, sensual voice.
Chomper rose upwards, her rudimentary handpaws wrapping around two of Tempest's nipplecocks, her tongue trailing over one for a moment as she rose to plant a kiss upon her mistress' muzzle.
Tempest's protests shattered, if her beloved familiar could talk and could read her mind, then there was no reason to fight her, to struggle against the pleasure that both of them wanted. She hugged Chomper to her, grinding against her pet, Chompie's soft, cream-white fur absolutely delicious against her throbbing nipples. She wrapped her wings around her sleek, sexy familiar, the creature carefully positioning herself, lowering her aching, feminine sex onto her mistress' member.
The tigress could only cling to her pet, thrusting into her, grinding against her familiar's soft, sweet fur. She wasn't sure if this was the price that she would have to pay for her magic, or a benefit of having the mixed powers of four patrons as she did. She could feel the energies that had filled her body taking root in her mind, allowing her to have instinctive knowledge of the basics that she would need to hone her spellcasting.
Fertility.
Familiar.
Fusion.
Dragon.
Well, judging from her body draconic might was the one area of magic that she was lacking in, and of course it would be the one that didn't quite fit in with the others. Though she knew that the majority of her power in that area would be when she mixed the draconic and familiar magics, letting the pure elemental energy empower her pet, rather than herself.
Tempest opened her muzzle to let out a pleasured moan, only to find her maw filled with Chomper's forked tongue, entwining around her own. She hugged her lover tightly, their muzzles locked in a passionate kiss as their body ignited with the heat of incredible climax. A fire that was not put out by the fluid surge that gushed forth from Tempest.
The continued swelling within her erogenous zones ceased, all seven of her cocks serving to direct the added mass outward. Thick stream of cum-like milk surged forth, most of the sweet semi-liquid coating Chomper's fur. Tempest could feel her familiar's belly swell from the sheer mass of the seed that poured into her.
The more aroused and lustful she became, the more her cock, balls, tits, and nipples would grow, containing the sexual energy that any other being would simply radiate aware into the world around them, seeking to draw a lover or a mate. But Tempest didn't need to do that. Her lover and mate would be with her always, as they were bound together in their souls.
"H-how big can I get?" Tempest panted.
"I-I'm not sure, but I think we better take this to the shower before we ruin the carpet." Chomper replied.
The tigress nodded, and managed to coax her still erect shaft from her familiar's sex. She stood and spread her wings, giggling and basking in the afterglow of her wondrous climax.
Chomper took her mistress' tail in her mouth, and began tugging her to the bathroom.
"Geez, and after all the clawing, dead mice, and litter box training, here I am getting YOU to not make a mess on the carpet." The familiar growled playfully.
Tempest laughed and kneeled down to hug her familiar and mate, "Okay, first spell we learn; Summon Dirt Devil."
Chomper sighed and tugged harder on her mistress' tail. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Fred, Mary & Jessica again
Tags: mature man/young girl, sex, fucking, sucking, pissing/peeing, sucking, licking
Fred couldn't remember how he got into the city the next morning. In fact when he realised he was in the city he couldn't remember waking up, getting dressed, having breakfast and getting into the car. He even glanced down guiltily to make sure he was dressed.
He had gone to the city, he decided, because it was about the time he usually went there. He tried to remember what he usually bought in the hypermarket and in this way he slowly managed to work his way around to the checkout. He noticed that he had remembered to buy more Cava to replace yesterday's consumption.
He was standing in line at the checkout when he felt a smooth palm stroke over his buttock. He whirled around to see Hilary standing behind him. After the initial shock he grinned at her and she moved close to him and slid her hand on to his naked thigh tight against his crack.
"Hi Fred," she laughed, "are you any closer to selling yet?"
"After the shock you've just given me I think I am," he smiled. "I nearly had a fatal heart attack."
Hilary didn't move her hand as they neared the head of the queue. Soon it was Fred's turn and the checkout girl noticed his best feature in his shorts and smiled at him. He paid and waited for Hilary as she paid for her few items.
"Can I buy you a coffee?" he asked, looking at her fully for the first time. Hilary was carefully made up for business but was still provocatively dressed in a blue top today which was a twin of the lemon one of a few days ago. Today her shorts were cream with lots of pockets. High-heeled white sandals completed her dress.
"Best offer I've had today", she laughed and looked directly down at his full shorts.
They retired to the coffee shop and quietly watched the people passing by. Truth to tell Fred spent more time watching Hilary's body as it moved beneath her minimal outfit; he bet she wasn't wearing a bra again.
"Do you like it Fred," she laughed. "I must say I like you looking at me."
"Yeah," growled Fred. "I was just wondering if you are wearing a bra today. I want to suck your nipples."
"I almost never wear a bra Fred. I'll have to come and see you again soon and prove it. I have to go; are you parked underground here?"
"Yes, I've got to go too. I'll come with you. By the way, is there a Mr. Van thingy?"
Hilary laughed out loud as they walked down the escalator together. She took his hand and rubbed it between her legs, over her pussy.
"I'm divorced Fred so there's no angry husband watching me."
"Just lots of salivating boyfriends, I expect. God, you're hot Hilary. To put it bluntly, I would love to fuck you. Could you fancy a cock that's thirty years older than you are?"
"Of course I could. Don't forget I've already seen what it can do. There's nothing wrong with your penis Fred. I want it to fuck me soon. There, how's that?"
They had reached her car. Fred took her key and as he bent down to insert it into the lock Hilary inserted her long fingers into the hem of his shorts and unerringly grasped his prick. Fred turned slowly and in the middle of a busy car park raised Hilary's top to reveal her juicy breasts. She didn't flinch; just gazed into his eyes and squeezed his cock some more.
"I'll be over as soon as I can get another appointment near to you. I definitely want that fuck now. OK?"
"Oh fuckin' Kay," said Fred as he restored Hilary's modesty. They kissed firmly, tongues playing, and then separated.
Fred drove home thinking of Hilary, relishing the feel of his erection in his shorts. As he neared home his thoughts returned to Jessica and his cock hardened up even more.
As he opened his gates and parked his Jeep he thought that she hadn't come and he felt acute disappointment. Then he saw Prince sitting outside the washhouse loo and knew that he had a visitor.
Then he saw her! Jessica! She came through the poolside door and waved to him. She was naked! 'Christ she is so beautiful' he thought and quickened to meet her. She flung herself into his arms and kissed him full on the lips.
"Oh Fred, I've been waiting ages for you. I walked here so I was hot when I arrived. I stripped off straight away to cool off. I wasn't wearing anything underneath today 'cos I left my bikini here didn't I? Did you see it? How do I look?"
"Oh Christ Jessica, you are the most beautiful creature on this earth. If my cock could possibly grow another centimetre at the sight of you it would. Please stay all day and let me feast my eyes on your beauty!"
Jessica's arms had remained around Fred's neck and now she kissed him again.
"Let's get you out of these clothes and let's have a nice cool drink," she smiled. "I've just been for a pee. I wanted to do it in front of you like yesterday but I couldn't wait. I went to the loo 'cos it seemed a bit pointless doing it outside if there was no one else to see it. I'll have a few drinks then I'll be able to do it for you. Will you like that?"
"I'll like everything and anything you do, you beautiful nymph you. Come on, help me carry these groceries into the casa and then we'll get that drink."
Fred was thirsty so he grabbed a bottle of cold water out of the fridge as they were carrying the goods indoors. When they had finished he went down to the bedroom and discarded his shopping clothes and put on a clean pair of swimming shorts. He returned to the naya and picked up his water.
"Hey, that's not fair," complained Jessica. "I'm naked for you. Why have you got shorts on? I'm going to take them off you!"
She was surprised that Fred didn't try to stop her. All he did was pour cold water all over her breasts as she dropped his shorts to reveal his semi hard prick. She stood up and grabbed his arms and then collapsed against him as he began to drink the spilt water off her generous breasts. He licked her long warm slopes with the hard nub at the top. Every time he reached a nipple he sucked on it and nipped it with his teeth.
Jessica rubbed herself against Fred, pressing her beautiful body to his more than mature one. He kissed her again and released her.
"Now Jessica darling," he said. "I want you to go over to your sun bed again. I'm going to get my coffee and then I'll open us a bottle of Cava. I'll come over to you and put your sun cream on all over you. I'm going to indulge myself by just looking at you. We'll have a few drinks and a nice time. OK?"
"Sounds fantastic as far as it goes," Jessica answered. "But Fred, you know that I want to touch your cock, don't you? I only had a quick grope of it in the pool yesterday afternoon. I want to make it come all over me again and then I want you to make me orgasm again like you did yesterday. Can we do that?"
"We'll see how it goes," said Fred. "Now go and get ready for me."
Jessica happily skipped off to the pool and Fred went into the kitchen. He prepared the drinks and took a deep breath before venturing outside again. His cock was ramrod stiff.
Jessica was lying on her front when he got to the pool. Her fantastic back and gorgeous buttocks were spread for him to admire and he did just that. Jessica heard him approach, bare feet or not.
"Please oil my back and bum now Fred. Then I can turn over and you can do my front while I drink my Cava."
Fred picked up the bottle of oil. He tipped it up and squeezed. A thin stream of oil left the neck of the bottle and Fred guided it across Jessica's shoulders, down her spine and then into circles over her glorious buttocks. Fred breathed deeply and applied his palms to her skin, gently but firmly stroking the oil into her body.
Her shoulder blades rippled under his touch. He was firm with the thinner flesh covering her spine. She squirmed a little as he tickled her waist and sighed loudly as he firmly stroked circles around her buttocks.
"Don't forget the sides of my breasts and my bum crack," Jessica murmured sleepily."
Fred breathed deeply again. This time he poured the oil into his palm. He rubbed both palms together and then touched Jessica's breasts for the first time. His cock shot up ramrod stiff and he had to take care to keep it from touching Jessica's skin.
Then he touched the crack of her arse. Jessica moaned and spread her thighs to give him ease of access. He gazed in awe at her little puckered arsehole and the wet juicy crack of her pussy. He groaned audibly and smacked her bottom quite hard.
"Turn over Missy," Fred groaned again. "If I don't stop looking at your beautiful arse I'll come all over it." Jessica rolled over. "Ohhhh my God, I think I'll come all over your breasts and cunt anyway."
"Now that is proper grown up talk Fred," giggled Jessica happily. "I decided while I was lying in bed last night playing with my pussy that I wanted you to be my next lover so it doesn't matter how many times you come on me. Make it before Mummy comes though 'cos I want to have you on my own for a while."
Jessica reached for and passed Fred his Cava and then picked up her own.
"Cheers," they toasted each other.
Fred couldn't help himself. He began to wank his cock again and Jessica open her eyes wide to watch. She spilled some of her wine on to her breasts and they both watched as the excess trickled down to her bejewelled belly button.
"Don't waste that drop," whispered Jessica. "Drink it off me!"
Fred threw his leg over her thighs and sat on them. He stuck his tongue into her belly button and licked. Jessica bucked and pulled his head down to her. Fred headed upwards, licking Cava from the valley between her breasts. When he had removed it all he rested his head on her breasts and licked gently.
"My nipples please Fred, suck my nipples and play with my titties. They are aching for your tongue and your hands. Ohhhh yess my darling, that's soooo goooood!"
Fred's cock and balls were now resting on Jessica's shaved pussy; her juice was evident to him as he pressed down gently. He groaned and begged to her.
"Now you can touch my cock Jessica darling. It's ready to burst all over you. I'm going to come all over your body again."
Jessica carefully took his cock in her hands, her long slender fingers around his shaft. She just naturally started frigging him slowly. Fred groaned again.
"Oh Fred, your cock feels beautiful. No wonder Mummy loves it inside her. I want it too. You're so hot and I can fell it throbbing. Are you coming soon?"
"Yes Jessie darling, right this fucking second! Ohhh my God, here it comes!"
Jessica's hands on Fred's cock froze as she felt his spunk shoot through it. He ejaculated on to her breasts, splashing both with his first blast. Jessica recovered and tossed him again, this time directing his spurts on to her belly then back on to her breasts again with a final one reaching her mouth. Fred stopped spurting but Jessica didn't let go of his cock, looking at the little eyehole in the end with a sense of wonderment. Then she pulled him nearer, opened her mouth and sucked his knob in, licking and sucking until it was clean. Only then did she release him and begin to collect his spunk from her belly and breasts, sucking it from her fingers as she worked. As she finished she pulled his head to her and they kissed, sharing the last of his spunk.
Jessica refilled their glasses, no mean feat as Fred was still sitting on her very hot pussy. She handed his glass to him and smiled.
"I saw a porno film once at a party and one of the girls in that film sucked the man's cock after he'd shot his load all over her. I thought at the time that it was really horny and promised myself that I would do it to a favourite lover of mine. You are that lover, Fred my darling. Now, when do I get my orgasm?"
"Right now my angel," replied Fred as he changed position so that he could comfortably get to Jessica's pussy. He opened her thighs wider and plunged his tongue on to her pussy. He pushed his tongue into her crack as far as he could and sucked hard. He moved along the crack, sucking and nipping until he reached her clitoris. He had seen yesterday that her clitty was quite long when allowed to protrude from her crack so he now pulled it out with his lips, sucking firmly.
Jessica went off like a firecracker and thrashed and screamed into an orgasm the likes of which Fred had rarely seen. Coupled with her spasms came a veritable flood of cum juice. Fred set to, trying to drink as much as he could catch but quite a lot leaked through Jessica's legs and on to the lounger. Jessica held his head to her mound and moaned and moaned, slowly relaxing and pulling her thighs together. Finally she lifted his head and smiled down at him.
"Fucking Hell, wasn't that something," she said. "I'm sorry Fred darling, but I think I've ruined your lounger cushion."
"We'll turn it over until I can get another," he laughed. "It was worth every cent. Time for our pre lunch swim now my angel."
They were still in the pool when Mary arrived. They didn't hear her drive up and didn't see her walk across the forecourt. Prince didn't bark at one of his favourite people of course. They had forgotten to turn the lounger cushion over. Mary took a long look at that and walked to the edge of the pool, stripping off her top and shorts. She wore no bra or panties again so she stood and let her long hard stream of pee arc out before diving neatly into the pool and surfacing near Fred, grasping his cock.
"You need a new lounger cushion Fred," she said. "My daughter seems to have ruined it!"
"Get me a supply of cushions my darling," said Fred. "I think I'm going to need them!"
Mary stood in the pool and pressed her naked cunt against Fred's flaccid cock. Flaccid or not, Fred loved the feeling and ground his crotch against his Mary's cunt. He felt himself begin to grow; so did Mary.
"Jessica darling," she said, "please go to the kitchen and find something to eat for lunch. Fred and I have to sort something out."
Jessica climbed the steps out of the pool, both Fred and Mary watching the sight of her beautiful rear view as she ascended the steps. Fred grasped Mary's bum and she in turn squeezed his cock. Jessica turned.
"I've found some, Fred darling," she called. "Watch!"
After a few seconds her pee squirted out of her cunny, adding to her mothers drying puddle from a few minutes ago. Then she swayed across the forecourt, climbed the naya steps and disappeared into the villa.
"Ohhh Fred darling, you can't resist her, can you?" sighed Mary. "Have you made love to her yet?"
"No, not yet, Mary my love," he said. "She tossed me off or I would have about twenty minutes ago. She is just so beautiful and such a nice person too. Just like her mother!"
Fred pulled Mary to him and fondled her buttocks deep down into her crack with one hand and grasped her breasts and nipples with the other. Then he pulled her to the steps and they climbed out into the warm sun. He pushed Mary under the poolside shower and turned on the tap. As the water descended he pointed his cock at her body and let fly. Then they embraced under the shower before he turned off the tap.
"Is it too soon after Jessica to get you hard again my darling?" asked Mary as she took his tool in hand again. Fred began to grow in her warm clasp.
"I want you Mary," gasped Fred. "I always want you. I used to want you when I saw you in the street or out and about with Graham. Oh God, that feels lovely; let me touch your pussy and lick your tits!"
Fred and Mary played with each other's bodies, oblivious to the fact that they were visible to the outside world, even though it was unlikely as Fred's villa was almost at the end of the road. Jessica watched from the naya as she brought out lunch from the kitchen. Her hand drifted between her thighs again.
Fred sat Mary on the balustrade and parted her thighs. Mary pulled his cock to her cunt entrance and watched as her lovers' knob end slid between her lips on its way to heaven. They then both took a firm grip on each other's buttocks and pulled hard into their bodies. Mary wrapped her legs around Fred's waist. Soon Fred's balls were slapping against Mary's thighs and her pussy was making wet squelching noises.
God I'm going to come darling," panted Fred. "Where do you want my spunk?"
"All the way up my cunny," gasped Mary. "Show me you love me by filling me with your spunk; all the way up my passage."
"Yes now darling, I'm coming nowww, nowwww, nowwwww! Fucking Hell, that's a lot!"
"Ohhh yes my sweet, I can feel it. I can feel your lovely hot spunk shooting all the way up my cunt to the top! It's making me come on you! Yesss, yessss, yesssss! Arghhhhhhhh!"
Gradually they stopped thrusting at one another. They smiled into each other's eyes and then kissed, deeply and lovingly.
"Here you are, you guys," said Jessica, handing them a glass of Cava each. "You've earned these. That was a beautiful and erotic sight. I love you both."
Despite the fact that Fred was still deeply embedded in her mother's pussy, Jessica kissed them both opened mouthed on the lips.
"Come and see what I found for lunch," she laughed. "I'm hoping that it will give us energy for some more lovemaking afterwards."
They all repaired to the naya but not before Mary had sucked their excess juices off Fred's cock. There was plenty of salad and smoked salmon, with fruit and ice cream too. They soon drank the rest of the Cava and started on another bottle.
Fred was beginning to feel pleasantly drowsy when a soft hand aroused him by touching his soft cock. He opened his eyes to see Jessica kneeling before him, her magnificent breasts covered in cream and ice cream.
"I'm afraid I've made a bit of a mess Fred darling," she said softly. "Could you help me by cleaning me up with your tongue."
She sat on his knees and pushed her breasts towards his eager lips. Fred started licking the creamy substance off her breasts in long firm strokes, ending at a nipple each time. He gave each nipple a firm suck and a hard nip as he reached it. Jessica held his head in her hands and kept him tight against her, moaning with pleasure all the time.
Small drips of the nectar had dripped from her breasts and fallen on her newly shaved pussy lips. As Fred completed the breast-cleaning task Jessica stood and pulled his head to her pussy for him to finish the job. As soon as his tongue touched her crack she sobbed into a climax, grinding her soft warm pussy into Fred's face.
"Fred darling, don't forget me," came Mary's voice. "I need cleaning up too!"
Fred released himself from Jessica's grasp and turned to Mary. She sat in her chair with her thighs wide apart. She had liberally spread cream and ice cream all over her naked snatch, her crack completely covered.
Fred bounded across the space between them and started work.
"I've got a lovely mixture for you darling," she purred. "Cream, ice cream and mixed love juices from before lunch. Go on, lick me out and make me come again!"
Having found the crack at last Fred stuck his tongue in and scooped out the loving mixture. He then pulled Mary towards him and kissed her, mixing all the tastes together. He returned to the task in hand several times until she was clean of creams and empty of juices. Mary was thrashing and moaning as he licked deep into her vagina.
"Oh God yes Fred you horny bastard, I'm coming again. I love you, you fucker you. Ohhhh yes, I'm coming all over your lovely tongue. Ohhhhhhh!"
Fred cleared the table; he had to stand anyway after servicing Mary! The girls, mother and daughter, lay back in their chairs with satisfied smiles on their faces.
Fred returned to the naya and whispered into Jessica's ear. "Off you go to your sunbathing now sweet darling. You're neglecting your tan."
Jessica uncoiled her splendid body out of the armchair, kissed Fred full on the lips, and sauntered across to the pool. Fred ran his fingers over Mary's breasts to arouse her and then beckoned her to follow him indoors. He guided her to his bed.
He kissed Mary all over her breasts, belly and juicy crack. He rolled her over on to her front and kissed her bum cheeks, using long wet strokes from his tongue. He spread her thighs and dropped saliva down into her bum crack, watching it fill the small crater of her arsehole. Then he kissed it and Mary spasmed.
"Oh my God Fred, that felt fantastic. I'm making juice again for you. I must be insatiable. Are you going to fuck my arse again? Please do, I like your cock in my bum!"
"Present your hole for a rogering my darling," Fred commanded. "I don't know how my cock's got hard again, but hard it certainly is. I'm going to slide it into your arse and then I'm going to fuck it!"
Mary lifted her bum high into the air. Fred felt around and into her pussy, siphoning her juice back into her arsehole. He pushed his cock into her pussy, right to the hilt. He then thrust in and out of her for a few times before withdrawing and pushing his cock at Mary's rear entrance. He pulled her cheeks wide open, gazing at her widening arsehole. Because of the lubrication and possibly because of the familiarity he met little or no resistance and slid smoothly into her. He stopped, deeply embedded into his love.
"Oh God Fred that's lovely," said Mary as she squirmed on his tool. "You feel so hard and thick and so long too. Now we've done it this way a few times I really do like it. Start your fucking motion now. I'll soon come, especially if you reach around me and feel me all over."
Fred pulled almost out of her and then firmly thrust back in. Mary gave a little squeal and then thrust back on to him. This started a fucking duel between them. Fred reached around to Mary's cunt and started playing with her clit and pushing two fingers deep into her. He could feel his own cock thrusting in her other hole.
That set him off and before long he was gasping a warning of his impending gusher. Mary was at the apogee of feelings by this time and encouraged him on.
"Yes Fred yes, fill my hole. Let me feel your hot seed squirting into my bum. I want; I need it. Shoot it now darling. Yes, that's it, ohhhh yesss, that's wonderful, all hot and sticky!"
Fred was completely drained. He had never shot so much spunk for years. In fact, he couldn't ever remember such a day.
Fred and Mary dozed off into a little sleep and out by the pool Jessica did too. She felt so happy here and she was sure Fred would make love to her tomorrow or the next day. Before sleeping she had closely examined her shaved pussy and then had softly rubbed her fingers all over the area. Juice had started flowing freely from her crack even though she was nowhere near achieving an orgasm. She sipped at the remains of her Cava and daydreamed about feeding Fred's lovely prick all the way up her cunny. She made more juice.
Suddenly Jessica was awakened by her mother calling to her. She had fallen asleep after all.
"Come on darling, it's time to go. Gather your things together. I know we don't have much between us but we had better look at least half decent as we go up the road. You can drive, here's the keys."
Mary retrieved her top and shorts from where she had dropped them by the pool; Jessica picked hers up from beside her lounger. She noticed that her pussy hadn't stained the cushion too much and said so. Mary laughed.
"We'll pick some more up from the pool shop tomorrow while we are out shopping. I've told Fred that neither of us will be here tomorrow morning, as you need some clothes to take back with you. It's a fact that you don't need them here."
"Can I come here tomorrow afternoon mummy? I...I, still want to work on my tan."
"And on Fred too, no doubt," said her mother. "Jessica, of course you can come here tomorrow. Fred won't say no, will he? As long as you're sure that you know what you're doing and what you want I will accept it. I won't be here tomorrow so that you can have time alone with Fred. You've decided that's what you want, haven't you?"
"Oh yes mummy, that is definitely what I want. I won't spoil it for you and Fred though. When I come back for Christmas I'll bring a boyfriend and I'll let you know in advance whether I want one room or two. Oh hi Fred, we're just off."
Fred had come out of the house and Prince bounded towards him. He had put his shorts on and there was no bulge at the moment.
"Goodbye my darlings, I love you both," he said as he kissed them both goodbye. "I'll see you on Wednesday then?" he asked.
"Yes," said Mary as she got in the car.
"No, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon after we get back from shopping," whispered Jessica as she got into the driving seat. "You just have your cock ready!"
Fred and Prince watched and waved as his beauties drove away.
OoooOOOoooo
An insistent ringing in his head awakened Fred. It took him a few seconds to realise that it was his gate bell ringing. He also could now hear that Prince was barking outside.
He had dropped the window shutter last night and that was why the bedroom was still dark. He hopped out of bed and raised the shutter and looked towards the gate.
Christ! He had forgotten that Maria Elena had said that she was coming around. There she was at the gate, Prince jumping up and down in excitement.
Holá Maria Elena," he shouted, "wait there. I'm coming!"
He grabbed the nearest pair of shorts and quickly trotted up the corridor to the naya and across the forecourt to the gate, having managed to grab the key as he went.
Maria Elena waited patiently as he opened the gate and let her in. Prince now stopped barking but did his party trick of pushing his nose into her crotch. She pushed him away and giggled.
"Senor Armstrong, good morning! I'm so sorry if I am too early and I'm also sorry that I have woken you. I did not realise the time."
Fred gently took hold of her wrist and looked at her watch. It was showing a few minutes after ten o'clock.
"Oh my, Maria, I did not realise it was so late. I had a very busy day yesterday and was very tired last night. Come and have some breakfast with me and we can talk. It is lovely to see you again."
Fred guided Maria Elena across the forecourt and admired her body as he did so. She was wearing a tiny white top, one of those that had no back, only strings. It stopped beneath her beautiful small but round breasts, their nipples clearly showing through the thin cotton. The only other item of clothing she wore, apart from her high-heeled sandals, was a pair of brushed denim shorts that once again clung precariously to her prominent hip bones.
Fred told her to make herself comfortable on the naya while he made coffee. A few minutes later he took her coffee and offered her a plate of sliced melon. As soon as he spotted the melon Prince sat before her with saliva beginning to drip from his jowls. Maria laughed.
"As I was saying, Maria Elena, it is lovely to see you again. You are looking so much happier than when I last saw you. Have you solved the problem of your over amorous boyfriend?"
Maria carefully fed Prince a piece of melon from the slice she was eating. Fred observed with interest as the melon juice dripped from the slice on to her breast, close to a nipple. His prick stirred.
"Oh yes thank you, Senor er, Fred," she smiled at him and another drip of melon juice fell to her breast, this time scoring a bulls-eye on her nipple. She flicked at it in reflex and her nipple began to erect. Fred's prick lengthened in his shorts.
"I'm sorry I was such a baby the other day," she smiled at him again, noticing the swelling in his shorts. "I have definitely finished with Enrique. In fact, I am not going to see any more young boys for a while. I have a new admirer now. He is a widower of thirty five years, very handsome and very charming."
"I am very pleased that you are happy again Maria but I am not so pleased that you have discarded my appreciation of you so soon. I had hoped that we might develop a close friendship. Please drink your coffee."
Maria looked at Fred with concern on her face. "Oh please Fred, I do want us to be friends. I like you very much. Jose and I are just starting to be friends. He knows of my disappointment with Enrique and says he will respect my wishes. You were so nice to me last week and I feel that we can be such good friends. My friend Mary tells me that you are very good for her and says to me that I should try older men."
"I think that you might find that I am much too old for you to consider a close friend, my dear. I will be delighted if you would visit me and let me admire your beauty every so often."
"Do you think that I am beautiful Fred?" asked Maria. "I look at myself in the mirror and see all different things that are wrong with my body. Do you think that I could have a little brandy in my coffee? I think I need a little courage this morning."
Fred handed her a small glass of brandy and took a larger measure for himself, thinking that it was a little early for drinking.
"Courage Maria, why would you need courage to visit and talk with me?"
"Because er Fred, I am alone with you for the first time and I can see that you like me to be here." Maria looked down at the bulge in Fred's shorts and smiled at him nervously.
"Just because I'm a horny old man doesn't mean that I'm going to jump all over you my darling Maria. I admire you too much to do that. It just means that due to my age I don't have any inhibitions about my body or who sees it. Anyway, what's all this about faults with your body? I can't see any. Come and look at yourself in my mirror and show me all your blemishes."
Maria finished her brandy and coffee and walked into Fred's house.
"Where is the mirror Fred?" she asked.
"In the bathroom," he answered. "Let me show you."
Fred walked down the corridor, into his bedroom with the crumpled sheets and on into the bathroom with the full-length mirror. Maria followed him a little tentatively, looking at the bed a little nervously. Then she saw the mirror.
"Oh my gosh," she gasped. "What a huge mirror, I've never seen one so big before. Isn't it fantastic! I can see all of me."
Fred gently took her by the shoulders and turned her full on to the mirror. She looked into the mirror at his eyes as he admired her beautiful slender body.
"There," he said, "I said that you were beautiful and the proof is before you. There is not a fault or a blemish in sight."
"I don't like my stomach and I think that my breasts are too small," Maria complained. "Oh look, I've spilt melon juice on to my little top. You can see the stain."
They both looked at the mark over her right nipple. Then Maria looked at Fred looking at her breasts. Neither of them said a word. Then she felt Fred touch the tie at her back and pull gently.
"Shall I get that mark out for you," he said quietly, still tugging at her tie string. She looked at him in the mirror and nodded. He pulled hard on the string and there were her lovely rounded breasts reflected in the glass. They were perfect and he softly said so.
"Stay there and search for your blemishes," he whispered. "I'll put your top in soak and you can show them to me when I return."
He was back in less than thirty seconds to find that she hadn't moved. He was hard as he gently put his hands on her shoulders. Maria trembled slightly and leant back onto his naked hairy chest.
"So, show me your blemishes," said Fred as he softly kissed her right ear. "To me you are just beautiful."
Maria gave a little sob and turned around, flinging her arms around Fred and hugging him to her. She stayed silently like that for a while, stroking her little hands up and down his back. Then ....... .
"Fred?"
"Yes."
"Can I touch you? Can I please feel your penis? I want to see one that is not threatening me, do you understand?"
"Of course you can, little one. I was desperate for you to ask. My cock is so hard because you are in my arms but you are quite safe. We will only play how you wish. Let us go back to the sunshine."
Back to the naya they went, Maria beginning to enjoy her partial nakedness. Fred poured more coffee and brandy. As Maria raised her glass to her lips Fred dropped his shorts and stepped out of them. His rock hard cock bounced before her and Maria put her spare hand to her lips.
"Oh my gosh," she gasped, "oh my gosh, that's wonderful. I've never seen anything like that! Enrique's was so small compared to yours Fred. Can I touch it now?"
"That's the only reason I showed it to you. Come on, you come and sit here on my knee."
So Maria sat on Fred's knee and took a firm hold on to Fred's ramrod, stroking it and squeezing it. Fred leaned back with his eyes tight shut, touching and pulling on her lovely little round breasts with the hard nipples. Maria started to toss him off quite firmly. She had obviously done this before!
"Maria, if you keep that up you'll make me come," he groaned. "Then I'll have to wash your shorts too!"
Maria stood quickly and Fred watched as she dropped her shorts and panties to the floor. Her black pubic patch was neatly trimmed. Fred suddenly remembered his camera and picked it up from the shelf beside him. Maria Elena soon agreed to pose for him, Fred saying that he wanted to prove to her that she had no imperfections. He used a whole card of memory, taking several extreme close ups of her open pussy lips, her nipples and finally her arsehole.
Maria then remounted him by straddling his knees. She reclaimed her grip on his cock and resumed tossing. Fred gazed mesmerised.
"You've done this before, you little minx," he groaned as his passion mounted.
"It is the only way to stop boys making you fuck with them," she panted. "This or sucking them! Would you like me to suck you? You have a lovely penis, so hard and long."
"You just do what you want, my darling. I love what you're doing right now. I'm going to come all over your gorgeous flat tummy any minute now."
"I think I will suck you next time Fred when I have more time. I am very tempted to try and put your er, cock, in my hole but I have to think about if I want to lose my virginity to you. Ohhh, Fred, I'm getting very wet! Please play with my clitoris."
Fred slid his hand between Maria's thighs and rubbed her vagina gently before rubbing his thumb over the hard nub of her clit. Maria reacted by jumping up and down as he explored her. This made her frig him more firmly and that took him over the limit.
He groaned out loud several times as a warning and then shot a great spurt of spunk all over Maria's breasts and belly, followed by a second and then a third. Others followed until she was coated. He continued to stimulate her clitty and was rewarded with a stream of juice all over his thighs as she reached a high climax.
"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh, ohhhhh," Maria screamed as she came over and over again. "Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhh, I can't stop."
But stop she did eventually and collapsed against Fred, coating his spunk and her juice all over them. They kissed for the first time, enjoying the taste of each other. They held each other and kissed many times until Maria sat up and said that she had to go.
"We had better have a shower before you go," laughed Fred. "I don't want your mother getting suspicious about what you've been up to."
"I'm not on my way to meet mother," giggled Maria. "I'm on my way to meet Jose. He definitely won't want your cum all over me. I think he might want to show me his penis today so I'm pleased that I had a practice with you."
Fred smacked her bottom with a resounding thwack as he followed her back to his bathroom and the shower. He retrieved her top on the way and popped it into the dryer.
They had a loving shower together, soaping each other all over; Fred spent a lot of time washing Maria's crotch and she played likewise with his cock. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
As he dried her she asked him a question.
"Fred?"
"Mnnn."
"Next time that I'm naked for you will you please smack me hard again? I think I quite liked it. If you put me over your knee I can play with your cock as you smack me."
Fred agreed and kissed her again. Maria's top was clean and dry so she dressed and then Fred dressed too. He and Prince got the car out and drove Maria into town where she was to meet her new flame. He parked where she told him and he kissed her goodbye with his hand feeling up her shorts with two fingers resting on her wet crack. Maria groped his cock as she jumped out on to the pavement.
"Goodbye my lover until the next time," she said gaily. "Don't let Jessica Martin wear you out this afternoon!"
Christ, women talking together again. Girls do it too!
As Fred drove up the main street he saw Becky coming out of a women's wear shop. He tooted the horn and she looked up and saw him and waved. He pulled to a stop, double-parking in the street. Becky jumped in beside him and kissed him as he drove off.
"Hi lover," she laughed as she placed a hand into his crotch, "how's my friend today?"
"All the bigger for your touch," grinned Fred as he looked across at her.
"My jeep's just around to the left outside the doctor's," said Becky. "You can drop me off there please. No visitors today?"
"Oh yes," grinned Fred again, "I've just dropped Maria Elena off in town and I'm expecting Jessica this afternoon!"
"You horny old fucker," laughed Becky as Fred stopped alongside her jeep. "When am I going to get some more?"
"I'll call you," said Fred as he leaned over and kissed her, firmly grasping both of her upper charms as he did so. "I need to pee on these again soon!"
"Ohhhh yesss please Fred. Make it soon! Jack said he was going away for a couple of days soon but I don't know when yet. I'll call you as soon as I know."
Becky transferred vehicles and waved as Fred drove off, his hard cock tenting his shorts.
As soon as he arrived home Fred did a few chores, like tidying up a little and cleaning up after Prince. He swept the pool area and changed the lounger cushions. He changed the film in the camera. He tried to keep busy to keep his mind off Jessica's promise to visit this afternoon. He knew that if she hadn't changed her mind that today would be the day!
Soon he couldn't think of anything else to do so he made himself some lunch and sat down with a tuna bocadillo, coffee and a glass of rosé wine. One glass became two then three and he then fell into a beautiful dreamy sleep.
Maria Elena had just told him that she had decided to put his cock into her pussy and Becky was begging her to hurry up because she wanted it up her arse when Fred was awakened by a voice. Jessica's!
"Fred darling, I'm here," she was calling. She was too; it was real!
Fred started up, instantly realising that he was still naked and had a huge hard on. Two pairs of deep brown eyes were gazing at him, Jessica's and Prince's. Jessica was holding his thick hard cock.
Fred pulled her to him and kissed her. She was still wearing her little white top and her jean shorts. She moaned quietly as his tongue entered her mouth and she slid carefully on to his lap.
"Hello, you gorgeous creature you," Fred whispered as they pulled back and looked at one another. He put his left arm around her and pulled her close. His right hand gave Prince a quick ear fondle and then started to fondle Jessica's magnificent breasts. Jessica moaned again and commenced to kiss and bite Fred's neck. Then.
"Fred?"
"Yes darling?"
"Can we go to bed now? I want you to make love to me and I want it to be on your bed. I want to feel your body on top of me and I want to feel your cock all the way up my hole. I want to see it go in and I want to watch it pump in and out of me. I've seen you shoot your spunk out of your cock twice now and this time I want to feel your hot seed shoot deep into my body. This time I want to see and feel everything. Can we do that now?"
Fred answered her by first kissing her again. Then he said firmly to her.
"Stand up Jessica and drop your clothes. I want feast my eyes on your body, the body that I'm going to worship by making love to it. Later I shall photograph you in your naked state, for my enjoyment only of course."
Jessica stood and lifted her top over her head, shaking her hair wildly and making her tremendous globes ripple before him, her nipples erecting instantly. She slid down the zip on her shorts, letting them fall to the ground. She wore no panties and displayed her gorgeous body to him proudly before taking a large soft breast in each hand and pulling on her hard nipples. Then she stroked her hands down her body until they reached her pussy, opening the lips wide so that he could see into her and gently flicking at her clitty with her thumbs.
"Well sir, will I do?" she whispered, holding out her hands.
Fred took her hands and stood. "Most certainly you will do! I've never seen anything so beautiful and sexy in all my life."
"Then let's away to your bed," cried Jessica. "I want you to make love to me and then you can really start educating me. I want you to fuck me lots of times before I have to go back to school."
Jessica led him into the house and down the corridor to his bedroom. She jumped straight on to the bed and held out her arms to Fred. He lay down beside her and pulled her into his arms, relishing the touch of her tremendous body from her lips to her thighs. Her breasts were squashed against his chest and his throbbing cock was digging into her belly. They kissed long and hard.
"Fred?" gasped Jessica as their lips separated.
"Yes my angel," he panted in reply.
"Do me now, don't let's delay it any longer. Make love to me! Put your lovely big prick right into me and let me feel it pushing in and out."
Fred rolled Jessica on to her back. She parted her thighs and smiled up at him as he knelt between her legs. He lowered his cock towards her waiting pussy.
"That's it," said Jessica. "I can see it coming to me. Not like that bastard Gary. Rammed it in, shot his load and then put it away! Bastard! Ooooo yes Fred, I can feel your prick knocking on my door. Let me open up for you."
Jessica reached down and parted her pussy lips. Fred groaned and pushed his knob end into the pink folds of Jessica's cunt. His end disappeared!
"Ohhhh yes Fred, that feels so goooood! Push it in further. Ohhhh yes that is sooo beautiful. Your prick is sooo hot! Now push him all the way into me!"
Fred discovered he was holding his breath. He pushed his cock all the way in to his balls and expelled the air from his lungs. Jessica held him tightly in her arms.
"Lovely!" she exclaimed. "Just fucking lovely. I'm full of your cock now Fred. Give me some fucking now. Do it hard and fill my cunt with your cum. I'm on the pill so don't hold back. Fill me up soon and then we can do it again!"
Fred pulled back and then rammed his tool home again. It was bliss. He did it again and straightaway felt Jessica make juice. She became very slippery all the way along his cock. Not only did it make it easy for him to thrust into her but also there was less friction so he would last longer. He quickened his pace and heard Jessica react.
"Ohhhh it's wonderful, so wonderful. I can feel you all the way up my pussy. God! I'm so wet I'm gonna come soon. I just know I am!"
Fred was now pumping his cock hard and long into Jessica. She was making so much juice that they made a wet slapping noise at the top of each thrust. Jessica pushed her cunt back at Fred as he pounded into her.
"Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" she squealed. "You're making me come, you bastard! I'm gonna come all over your prick. Here it comes! Now! Nowww! Nowwwwww! Arghhhhhhhhh!"
Fred gritted his teeth and managed to hold on to his spunk. He desperately wanted to shoot his load but he wanted his darling Jessica to have more than one orgasm this afternoon if it was within his power. Jessica was now beginning to regain control of her body.
Jessica kept her arms tightly around Fred, stroking her hands up and down his back, gripping his buttocks hard as she did so. At the same time she relaxed and played with his cock, squeezing her cunt muscles around his tool.
"Ohhhh Fred darling, that was fantastic! I had such a giant orgasm. Did you feel it? It felt wonderful making all that juice and squirting it all over your prick. You're still hard, aren't you? I can feel you deep in my tummy. Are you going to make love to me again?"
"Do you want me to do it to you again sweetheart?" asked Fred as he flexed his cock against Jessica's passage walls.
"Oh yes please Fred darling. Come on, do your worst!"
"Let me up a little darling. That's it! Now let's just adjust our position a little. No, I don't have to take him out yet."
Fred reached back and took a hold of Jessica's right ankle. He folded her leg at the knee and then pushed her thigh up high until it rested on her right breast. He did the same with her left leg and then put both legs over his shoulders.
Jessica had remained motionless as he manipulated her body, except for her cunny walls gripping at his cock.
"How does that feel," asked Fred as he pushed a little deeper into her hot cunny. "Are you ready for another shafting?"
"Ooooo yes Fred, you feel even deeper now. Your cock feels huge. I bet I never get a bigger one all through my sex life. Go on; start fucking into me again. I bet I come soon again, I can feel it starting already."
Once again Fred pulled back until his cock was almost out of Jessica's cunt and then he rammed it back in again to the hilt. Jessica squelched and squealed.
"Ohhhh myyy Goooood!" she squealed. "That's fucking fantastic! Such a length of cock in me! I can feel you all the way up to my stomach. That's it Fred darling, pump your prick into me. I'm gonna come again any second now."
Fred gazed down at his lover in rapture. Her pussy was slit wide open and his cock was sliding in and out of her at a great rate. He could see himself fucking this beautiful young girl. It was a fine erotic sight. She may be coming again but he suddenly felt in full control and just wanted to watch her next orgasm. He reached down and took both breasts in his hands. He squeezed them hard as he rammed his tool home. That did it for Jessica.
"Fuckinnnnng Hell," she screamed. "Fuckinnnnng Hell, I'm cominnnng!"
She was too! He hips thrashed as she tried to climb further up Fred's pole. Liquid cum ran from her hole as she howled into her release. Fred hung on to her legs, making sure that his cock stayed buried inside her. Eventually Jessica subsided back on to her back, her legs slipping off his shoulders and hitting the sheets with a 'thwack'.
Fred slowly eased his cock from Jessica's molten cunt and lay down beside her. She turned to him and he nuzzled and nibbled her breasts and nipples.
"Thank you so much Fred. That was fantastic. From now on I'm going to say that you were my first lover. That other boy just doesn't count any more. See, I've forgotten his name already."
They kissed and Fred reached for her bottom and pulled her to him, his still stiff cock pressing into her belly. Jessica reached for him.
"God, you're still hard, aren't you?" she said wonderingly. "Aren't you going to come in me Fred darling? I wanted to have your spunk in me today. Are you going to love me again?"
"Jessica my darling, we are going to make love again; I'm going to fire my spunk deep into your vagina all the way up to your womb entrance. Then we will go and have a nice hot shower together and we can pee on each other. Then, if you can get me hard again, we will continue with your education by showing you how to suck me off and I will lick you out until you come all over my mouth. How does all that lot grab you?"
"Sounds fucking great to me," giggled Jessica, kissing him again. "Can I start practising for the suck off now Fred? Your cock is still sticky from my cum."
Without waiting for an answer Jessica scooted down Fred's body and fed his cock into her mouth. She reached up to his mouth with her sticky fingers and he grabbed her hand and licked her fingers, one by one. Jessica licked up and down his cock lasciviously, wiping off her cum juice. After a couple of minutes he felt definite stirrings in his balls so he gently pulled her head from his tool.
"Sorry darling but it's time to fill you with my cream. Get up on your hands and knees with your head on the pillow and your bum in the air."
Jessica complied quickly to his request.
"Are you going to fuck my bum Fred?" she asked.
"No darling, that's for another day," Fred replied. "This time I'm going to pump your pussy full of my cum."
Fred positioned himself behind Jessica's rump and pulled open her buttocks. Her pussy still gaped open from its previous action so he had no difficulty in sighting and pushing his cock into her hole. He sighed with deep emotion as he watched his cock disappear into her cavern. Jessica also sighed deeply.
"That seems even deeper Fred darling. Do you want me to move?"
"Not yet Jessica darling. Just keep firm while I fuck you. When I'm ready to come I'll tell you what to do."
Fred started to pound his cock deep into Jessica. He gripped her hips, holding her buttocks apart so that he could see his cock at work and also her little puckered anus pulsing in time with his thrusts. Very soon he was receiving a message from his balls that a consignment was being despatched. He, with difficulty, stopped his thrusting.
"Now Jessica darling, start tossing me off with your cunny. Rock backwards and forwards and squeeze my cock hard with your cunt. I'm nearly there. I want to cream you now!"
Jessica was more than ready. She gripped the bed with her hands and gripped his cock with her cunt. She pistoned back and forth on his cock and got very very hot again. Fred felt his rushing seed.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!" he grunted as each bolt of spunk shot out of his cock and jetted deep into Jessica's belly. "Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh."
Jessica squealed as she felt his first shot.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" she shouted. "I can feel it, all hot and sticky. I'm coming on it. Fill me; give me your cream. That's it! I'm cominnnng, I'm cominnnng, I'm cominnnng!"
Fred gasped as his cock began to shrink and he fell to the mattress beside Jessica. She slid down from her position on to her belly. She put her arm across Fred's chest and began to rub his body slowly, making circles and then rubbing his nipples. She lifted her head.
"Your cock's gone down at last," she grinned. "I am all squidgy inside my cunny now and it's not from me playing with myself this time. I wonder if I'll ever do that again?"
"You can't expect to have sex on tap, you know," laughed Fred. "There will still be a place for the old masturbation. Do you often play with yourself?"
"All the time. Gerry and I share a room and we have competitions to see who can come the fastest. She's more experienced than me though. She's three months older than me and she's been having sex with some boys since last April. I'm not sure 'cos she won't say but I think that one of the boys that she's had is her brother!"
"What makes you think that? That's incest, you know?"
"I know but she's always going on about what a fantastic body he's got and how much she loves him. About the only thing on his body she hasn't described to me is his penis so it just makes me wonder, you know."
They lay silently together for a few minutes, just touching and relaxing. Then Jessica continued.
"Gerry's great fun. I like her a lot. She's the one that told me how to suck a cock. She does it all the time. She says she can have a great night out with a guy and only have to suck him off at the end of it. She's not on the pill so she has to be careful. That's all going to change though 'cos she's just started taking the pill so by the time she gets here she'll be ready to experiment. I'll give you a good recommendation Fred so maybe she'll fuck you too!"
"What makes you think that I can cope with two of you," laughed Fred. "Don't forget, I'm so much older than you girls."
"It doesn't matter so long as you can get it up," giggled Jessica as she reached out for Fred's cock. "If you can get it up you can get it in. Anyway, Mummy says she's not the only one; there's Mrs Thompson, Becky to you, someone called Hilary van whatshername, and what about little Maria Elena? I haven't seen her since her visit this morning. Did you fuck Maria Fred?"
"No I didn't," said Fred, smacking Jessica's bottom quite hard. "Come on, it's shower time. I'll tell you though just so that we are honest with each other. Maria Elena was naked here this morning. She was telling me about her new old boyfriend, he's a thirty five year old widower, and that she was expecting to see his cock this afternoon but she said that she hadn't decided if she would let him make love to her or not."
"Great, she'll have lots to tell me down at the bar tonight," said Jessica as she got into the shower cabinet. "Fred, you know you said we could have a pee in here?
"Yes."
"I want to do it for you but I'd love it if you'd smack my bum while I'm doing it. I think it will make me do more. Will you do that for me?"
"Of course," replied Fred as he smacked her hard again. "I really need to piss now so I'll go first. Take a hold of my cock!"
Jessica managed to take hold of Fred's cock just as his piss started. Like most girls, she loved to feel his piss coursing through his prick. She was soon hosing his stream in all directions, over her body, up the walls and up on to his chest. As he finished he turned her and smacked her. She squealed but she was ready.
Fred pulled her to him and smacked her repeatedly as she squirted her pee all over his cock and balls. As she finished he fondled her pussy and was rewarded with a little orgasm.
"That was lovely Fred. I'll finish you off with a blowjob outside. Can I have a Breezer as well please?"
"I'll get me a brandy and a beer," grinned Fred. "After you've sucked me off I'll anoint you with beer and then lick it off you."
So that is what they did. Jessica soon got Fred hard again and set to work, firmly stroking and sucking him to the point where he had to warn her of his impending ejaculation. She gave him a sort of grin and continued jacking and sucking. Fred gave a loud groan as his cream shot up his tube and into her mouth. He then grunted rhythmically as each shot hit the back of her throat. Jessica swallowed the lot.
"Mummy told me how to suck off as well as Gerry," she said a few minutes later as Fred was licking beer of her tits and belly before heading south to her cunny. "It was only theory, of course, Graham wouldn't let her do anything like that to him. I think she really likes sucking you Fred. It gives her confidence with her lovemaking. Oh yes, that's lovely. Suck on my clitty and lick me hard. Make me come again.
Fred was a good licker and Jessica soon made cum juice for him to drink. Then he got the camera out again. Jessica was a little worried about nude photos but when Fred said that he did all his own processing and editing on the computer she agreed to the photo session.
Jessica soon got into the modelling mood and posed erotically for him, showing off her cunt to the camera along with her bottom. Fred got some great shots of her bum, her pussy and her breasts, along with nipple close ups. He exposed two cards of memory with Jessica taking a few of his stiff cock to complete the second card.
He sat deep in his armchair sipping his brandy as she slipped on her things and kissed him goodbye.
"I will walk home darling," she said. "I promised Mummy I wouldn't monopolise you so I may not come tomorrow. If Mummy doesn't come can I come?"
"Of course you can," said Fred. "I can't promise such a top performance every day though."
"That's OK," said Jessica as she waved him goodbye from the gate, giving Prince a stroke and a pat as she went. "I'd come just for the sunbathing anyway."
Fred lay back and closed his eyes, resting after his extremely energetic afternoon. Then the phone rang. It was Becky.
"Hello Fred darling," she trilled, "has she gone?"
"Yes and I'm totally knackered."
Becky laughed. "Only the reason I'm calling is that Jack has just phoned to say that he's not coming home tonight. He'll be shagging that accountant woman that he met. I've rung the private detective and told him where they'll be and to get the dirt on him this time. I'm not going to divorce him or anything like that. I just want to have him in the palm of my hand for future leverage."
"So you're on your own," said Fred.
"Yes, do you want to come round here or shall I come to you?"
"I won't leave Prince all night," answered Fred. "You come round here!"
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Title: A Shifters Tale by vllad
Tags: Hybrid, Renamon
this is part nine of my story and this is the part where i tell you all that i am in no way connected to the company that owns the digimon franchise and i do not own the renamon character, shifters and shadow/chad are my idea so if you would like to use them just ask and we'll talk. Well have fun reading! \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter thirty eight
I was walking several pace's up wind of Serinity as we made our way threw the marsh, i however was more focused on yanking at the three foot chain that was connected to a collar the old man had somehow been able to slip on me when i wasn't looking.
I had tried to cut the thing off a few times earlier on after we had gotten out of the old temple but somehow i only succeeded in cutting myself and not leaving a scratch on the blasted thing, "Stupid old bastard and his tricks.....\*grunt\*.....damn it why won't this thing come off!!".
"Hey Chad what's this one called?" Serinity asked from behind me; however i never got the chance to answer her because for some reason i was yanked off my feet by the chain as it suddenly slipped from my grasp and went the other way I had been pulling on it.
The force of this act pulled me several feet in the opposite direction i had been facing only to land on my back with a hard thump and a groan of pain as i landed wrong on something hard, I heard Serinity start to giggle as she came over and bent down looking at me.
"Are you ok?" she asked me as she tried hiding her fit of laughter.
"How many time do I have to tell you NOT TO DO THAT!, gods Serinity that's the fifth time today what are you trying to do kill me?!" i said as i heaved myself up and started walking again, "Now come on we still have a ways to go before we reach Night City" I growled at her.
With that I started pulling muck and twigs out of my hair and started grumbling about the indignity of it all, it took several more hours of walking before I finally had to sit down and rest.
I looked around the gloomy place and tried not to think about my predicament until i spotted Serinity getting into something that she shouldn't, "Get away from the snag trees damn it!" I yelled at her.
She just turned and looked at me before she looked around and finally spotted what I was talking about, she carefully walked back over to me as I spotted a gator swimming in from the direction she had been walking.
She sat down next to me and I started breathing through my mouth so I didn't have to smell her heat, "Why did you call it a snag tree again?" she asked as she looked at me.
I pointed to the gator and she turned to look, as we watched it get closer some of the vines hanging from the trees started to slither around the branches until the gator was right underneath them then they shot down and wrapped around it before the thing even had time to react.
As we watched the vines wrap around its prey the gator began thrashing around trying to get free but to no avail, the vines started to constrict and the gator started hissing and growling as it thrashed around finally we heard several loud cracks and saw blood shoot out of the gators mouth as it went still.
After it was over the vines hefted the dead gator up into the limbs of the tree and made it vanish, suddenly she jumped off of the dead log we had been sitting on and looked around nervously as she spoke and flattened her ears against her head.
"Well I'm rested and ready to go how about you Chad?" I just glared at her and said nothing.
\*That should teach her a lesson\* I thought to myself as I got up and started walking again, unfortunately it didn't slack her curiosity in the least as she kept talking and asking questions about the marsh.
About two hours of this and I finally had a headache that felt like I had been hit by a truck, \*If she asks me what something is one more time I'm going to toss her under the next snag tree I can find!\*.
Suddenly the questions stopped and I let out a sigh of relief as i peeked back and looked at Serinity, I had to stop and snicker at the look on her face as she looked down at the water we were trudging threw.
"What's the matter cat got your tongue?" I asked.
She looked up at me then back down at the water before answering, "Something just brushed my leg!" she said shrilly.
"Don't worry about it, it's probably just a fish or something now come on before it gets to dark" I told her as I started walking again.
I heard her start to walk after me then suddenly I heard a shriek and the next thing I know I was face down in the water with something on top of me, I thrashed around until I finally pushed myself up out of the water and looked back over my shoulder.
I saw Serinity sitting on top of me looking around at the water until she spotted me, "Just what do you think you're doing woman?!"
She smiled weakly at me and looked around again as she spoke, "Sorry Chad but it brushed my leg again!"
I glared at her then started looking around until i saw something bubbling under the water, Serinity squeaked and quickly got off of me and i got up watching the bubbles the whole time.
I released my claws thinking it might be something dangerous and waited for it to show itself, we both watched as the bubbles came faster and I raised my right hand preparing to strike at what ever it was.
I could feel my heart beat quicken as I watched and suddenly the bubbles stopped and I was looking at a small set of frog eyes, "You....almost drowned me.....over a fucking frog!!" I said as I turned around to glare at her.
She just puffed up her chest and glared right back at me, "How was I suppose to know it was a frog and not something dangerous huh!!"
"Because if it had been dangerous it would have killed you or at least taken off your leg the first time it touched you that's why!!" I said as I poked her in the center of her chest.
She smacked my hand away and glared at me, "Well its not like I make regular trips into the ring Chad! How was I supposed to know it was only a frog in the first place?"
I was just about to yell at her again when I felt something hit my left leg, I blink a couple of times and we both looked. When i looked down I saw a piece metal about two feet long sticking out of my thigh, "Gimme a freaking break I just got this leg replaced!"
I heard Serinity gasp loudly as I looked around for the idiot who shot me, what I saw almost made me think I was seeing things so i blinked and looked again. When I looked again I saw what seemed to be a humanoid girl with tiger stripped fur running towards us at full speed, she was wearing what looked to be a shirt and a pair of breeches made from gator skin. Suddenly i heard the roar of an engine and saw what looked to be two humans on flat bottomed Jet Ski's with some kind of weapons mounted on it.
(What you thought human/digimon hybrids were the only thing created during the shift?)
The humans themselves were wearing some kind of armor that covered all of their bodies and they where holding what looked to be spear guns in one hand while steering with the other, I reached down and yanked the spear out of my leg and started stalking towards them and i saw the catgirl come skidding to a halt in front of me with a look of fear on her face.
The humans where still a ways off so i looked down at the girl in front of me and growled at her, "Get outta my way damn it". She didn't move so i grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and moved her out of the way before I started walking again.
The two on jet ski's didn't seem too worried about me as they came closer so i stopped and stood right in between them and waited, they just kept coming so I got a good grip on the spear and threw it as hard as I could at the one on my left.
I saw him pitch backwards off of the jet ski and hit the water and the other one just kept coming, I lashed out with my right hand and caught him by the helmet and pulled him off the thing. The jet ski shot past me and the human flopped around in my grip like a ragdoll, I tossed him up against a tree and watched him smack into it before I started to walk over to him.
I picked the human up out of the water by the chest plate and slammed them up against the tree; I used my other hand and crushed the helmet being careful not to kill the human inside.
The helmet cracked and pieces of it came off and fell into the water revealing the human beneath it so I stopped crushing the helmet and pulled my hand away and got a good grip on the chest plate again, I pulled the limp body forward as I spoke.
"One of you idiot's shot me in the leg and I wanna know which one it was!" I yelled as I slammed the human into the tree again, the rest of the helmet shattered and fell away showing me the face of a woman who's head was flopping around at an odd angle.
"Damn it, i broke her!" I said as I tossed the dead human off to the side and started walking over to the other one, when i got over to him I saw that the spear I had thrown had went through his neck and out the other side so it was a safe bet he was dead too. Out of frustration and anger I started slamming my foot down on the armored helmet until his head was buried in the muck and I was breathing hard.
After my little episode i looked around and saw Serinity glaring as she walked over to me, "Are you quite done Chad?" she said.
I looked back down at the human and stomped down on his chest before I looked back at her, "Now I am!" I told her.
She just glared at me more as she spoke, "Well now what are we going to do, you just killed the only lead we had to find any kind of town before night fall!"
"What did you want me to do ask them for directions? They most likely would have killed us before they answered anyhow!" I shot back.
"And how do you know that Chad, who says they wouldn't have helped us out huh?" she asked me.
I just glared at her before I spoke, "Are you really that dense woman! Let me spell it out for you! I am a shifter! Humans kill shifters for no reason other than we are different! Humans are ignorant and stupid I mean look at what they were doing when we saw them!"
Suddenly Serinity looked like she had remembered something then turned to look around; I was just about to say something about it when I heard the unmistakable sound of a weapon being cocked. I quickly turned towards the sound and saw the tiger girl holding one of the multi chambered spearguns and pointing it at me, she was shaking badly and the look of fear in her eyes told me that she only a little way off from shooting me with it.
"Great not even a day goes by and now I have a speargun staring me in the face, it's bad enough I have to deal with a clueless female and dark digimon but now I have to deal with a freaking cat girl who can't even be thankful that I saved her!" I said as I stalked forward to the girl.
"Gimme that!" I said as I yanked the gun out of her hands, using my right hand I slashed the gun in half and dropped it then I turned back to the girl and glared at her.
"Chad you stop that right now!" I heard Serinity yell.
I turned to look at Serinity and saw her standing next to me and glaring hard, we stood their like that for a few minutes before I stalked off towards one of the jet ski's floating in the water.
As I checked over to jet ski I listened in on serinity and the catgirl, "Are you ok little one?"
I heard nothing for a reply but Serinity continued talking, "Oh don't worry about him he's just a little upset someone shot him in the leg that's all".
The next thing i heard was a soft voice as it replied, "Your not gonna hurt me?"
"Why would we want to hurt you child you haven't done anything to us" Serinity said.
"By the way why were those two chasing you anyway?"
"They were trying to capture me because I escaped from their base" the girl said.
"You escaped? What were they going to do to you?"
The girl remained silent and I kept messing with the switches on the jet ski I flicked one of them and a net shot out of one of the weapons and stuck to a tree in front of me, I flicked the switch again and turned off the weapon and started messing with another as they spoke again.
"I can see you don't want to talk about it but can you help me and my friend? We just came through the wall earlier today and we're kind of lost, can you tell us where the nearest town is?"
"Ok but you won't find much their, most of the people have either gone deeper into the marsh, into hiding or they got captured by Serph's men" the girl said.
"Who's Serph?" Serinity asked.
"He's the one who rules this marsh, he's been taking the men, woman and children from the towns and killing anyone who resist, and he has destroyed several villages here in the marsh lands and keeps many others under his heel"
I hit one of the buttons on the jet ski and it roared to life, I climbed on and hit the gas and shot forward so I turned the wheel and headed for Serinity and the girl. After I reached them I got off and looked at the girl, "Do you think you can drive this thing?".
The girl just nodded and I let her have the controls then I started out for the other one, after I got it up and running I sat down on it and turned it around until I was facing the same direction as the girl.
Suddenly I felt something grab onto me and i turned around to find Serinity looking at me, I ignored her and idled up to the cat girl and spoke.
"Lead the way kitty cat."
She looked away and gunned the engine on her jet ski and I followed here.
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Chapter Thirty-nine
We followed the strange girl for several hours and Sernity asked me a few questions on the way.
"Chad what kind of creature is that girl?"
"I'm not really sure....i have heard about these kinds of hybrids in Night City.....but I never thought I'd actually see one"
"What do you mean?"
"My kind are a mix of different parts from both human and Digimon, her kind are a mix of animals and humans for the human world" I told her as I dodged around a tree.
"Do they get hunted like your kind?"
"From what all I've learned about them no, it seems when they came into being they were more excepted because of the fact that they pose less of a threat to humans or digimon than my kind do, That and the fact that some humans find them attractive didn't hurt their integration either"
"And just what do you mean by that!"
I shook my head, "Gods you really are clueless aren't you, some humans find her attractive in the sexual sense because of hey body and what she is and because of this they are more widely excepted unlike my kind who are seen as freaks with powers that could very well 'in danger' the lives of those around us"
This seemed to shut her up for a while as i drove on, "But what is she?"
This made me think for a minute before I finally answered her, "Honestly i don't know the humans call them Anthros but frankly I don't care what they are."
We rode along for awhile longer until it got dark, after a while we came to what looked like a village of some kind built on poles. We floated up to a pier with some boats around it and shut down the engines and got off, we followed the girl around the dock village until she lead us to what resembled a run down shack and stepped inside then we saw something like a candle light up.
We followed her in after she looked around and I closed and locked the door behind me looking around as I did, the inside of the little shack was pretty bare except for a rickety bed some shelves' on the back wall with some trinkets on them and a couple of doors one of which was opened revealing an outhouse type restroom inside. I also saw an old wood burning stove by the back wall and some dried food hanging from the ceiling and a joke of a table made from what looked to be plywood and 2x4's, it also had a few ratty looking chairs sitting around it. After I was sure the door was locked I walked over to the table and started checking over my thing to see if any of them were damaged as I spoke to the tiger girl who had taken a seat across the table from me.
"So what is an Anthro doing all the way out here in the marshlands?"
I saw her glare at me from the corner of my eye before she spoke, "That's none of your business Shifter so why don't you just shut up and stop talking to me, and for your information we prefer to be called beastials"
I stopped what i was doing and glared at her as I spoke, "Your not very grateful to the person who saved you life earlier are you, maybe I should just take you back to this Serph guy and let him have you after all, then I can tell him you were the one who killed his goons and watch what he does to you" I said still feeling some what miffed about my whole situation.
"Chad cut that out right now can't you see your scaring the poor girl?" I heard Serinity say.
I glared at her for a few more seconds before i went back to inspecting my things.
"He does have a good point though, why are you out here and not in a city or something?" Serinity asked her.
I saw her glance at me from the corner of my eye before she turned back to look at Serinity, "This whole village use to be filled with beast men and women we even had a few digimon living here peacefully with us, that is until Serph and his men came..... after they showed up they started raiding the villages and taking things like supplies and food even one or two females at first. But as time went on their ranks grew and they started wanting more from us, they started getting more violent when it came to the raids and they started taking more things and more of my friends."
"That horrible! Didn't anyone try to set up some kind of defense or something?" Serinity asked.
I heard the catgirl sniffle but I ignored it, "We tried but everything we did failed miserably....we use to have a wall surrounding this village but Serph's goons made quick work of that and some of the village elders were taken and killed because of it".
"Didn't you live somewhere before you came here? Why did you not try and leave?"
The catgirl nodded, "Yeah I did.....at one time everyone that lived here did, but we came here to start a new life away from the humans and their ways......unfortunately Serph won't let anyone leave the swamp and anyone who tries to leave gets killed"
By this time i was looking through my card book so i could redo my deck and i was tapping my fingers on the table, I was starting to get annoyed with all these questions and the sob story wasn't helping me either.
Serinity was the next to talk as i continued to look threw my cards, "By the way little one I never got your name, my name is Serinity and this one here is Chad"
"Oh I'm sorry, my name is Kate", Suddenly I felt my arm go stiff as my nails dug into the surface of the table as the image of a Nekomon flashed threw my mind.
"Chad.....Chad what's wrong?"
I jumped when I felt some one touch my shoulder and looked around to find Serinity standing behind me looking worried, I quickly turned away and closed my card book then stood up and walked over to the door.
"I'm going out for some air don't wait up." then I walked outside and closed the door behind me.
I walked around the village for a little while before i found myself in the center of it looking into the water; I sat down on the edge of the planks and just stared thinking about the Nekomon.
I don't know how long i sat like that but after a while i heard soft footsteps walking towards me, "Are you ok Chad?, you seemed a little upset when you left is everything ok?"
"It's fine....everything is fine Serinity I just got a little over excited that's all"
Serinity walked over next to me and sat down, "You know it might help if you talked about it to someone"
"Why should I....it's not like someone who's had everything handed to them all of their life would even understand what someone like me is going through"
"Still Chad it could help....I know I would like to hear your story" she said.
Suddenly I felt angry at her, "Is that how you think of my life as a story?! It's bad enough the old man put you in danger by putting this collar on me so I can't be to far from you but now you think my life is nothing more then some interesting story!" I said as I looked at her.
She got a pained look on her face then looked down at the water, "....I'm sorry i didn't mean for it to come out like that Chad"
I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm down before i spoke again, "Why are you even interested in my life, your a digimon it's not like anything will come out of this damned trip anyway!"
I heard her take a deep breath then she looked at me again, "You know your not the only one with personal problems Chad, everyone has something in their life that follows them everywhere they go.....something they can't get away from."
I thought about this for a few seconds before I spoke again, "Maybe but how many people do you know that have my kind of problem, it's not like I can go down to the local shrink and talk all of my troubles away"
\*Ooooo, now that would be interesting to see, i can just hear it now\*
\*Hi doc can I talk to you?\*
\*Sure son have a seat and tell me all of your problems\*
\*Well doc my problem is this when ever I black out I wake up in different place's covered in blood and entrails\*
\*Mhmm and how does that make you feel?, hahahahaha. Oh boy I'll bet Sigmund would just love to get his hands on us wouldn't he\*
"True but that doesn't mean you have to suffer them alone either does it?" she said.
"That's the point I've been trying to make since this morning Serinity, it doesn't matter if your close or not if I don't have my drugs then your life is in danger and....I don't want to see you hurt." I said quietly
I heard a smile in here voice when she spoke next, "What's this? Are my charms finally beginning to work on the big bad mercenary?"
I gave her one of those yeah right looks as I replied, "Don't look to far into it Serinity, it just that if I let something happen to you then i won't get paid for protecting you" then I looked back at the water.
We sat in silence for a time not saying anything just looking at the water before us until i finally spoke again, "Serinity....why are you so nice to me?"
She seemed to think about this for awhile before answering, "Because of what I saw the first time I looked at you"
"What do you mean?"
"You're probably going to think this is strange but the first time i saw you when we were in the van you looked lonely, I could see it in your eyes even if one of them is fake" she said.
"You looked like you were carrying the weight of the world on you shoulders and I don't know why but I felt like I needed to help you"
"Your right." I said as I looked at her, "That is strange; the only other beings who have ever tried to help me are other Shifters."
She just smiled at me, "Yeah well not everyone thinks that Shifters are freaks you know".
We sat like that for a few more minutes before Serinity spoke again, "Come on Kate is waiting for us to get back"
I give a loud sigh and heaved myself up as I spoke, "Fine but I'm not being nice to that mangy cat just because you say so."
This got a giggle out of Serinity and I felt my heart beat pick up slightly at the sound, "Fine but we still need to find a way out of here so we can get a better replacement leg besides the one that strange old man gave you"
We started walking back as we talked but the whole time Serinity was walking in front of me and the scent of her heat was really starting to effect me, "So what are we going to do about this Serph guy anyway, I doubt he'll let us out of the marshlands with the furball and I seriously doubt that she would leave with all of her friends trapped by this guy"
As Serinity replied I noticed the way her tail was flicking back and forth and the way her hips moved and i could feel myself starting to get hard, "Well I did have a small plan about that but I doubt your going to like it much and neither will Kate for that matter".
I pulled my eyes away from Serinity's backside (thankfully), and looked at her to find she was watching me over her shoulder with a smirk on her face. I could feel my face heat up as i looked away from her, "What do you mean I won't like it?" \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty
I looked at Serinity in complete disbelief, "You've got to be joking, there is no possible way this plan is going to work! Do you honestly think we're just going to be able to walk in there and back out with the villagers?"
"Yeah the walking farm accident is right, this plan is never going to work there's no way Serph is going to fall for this!" Kate said.
I jerked my head and glared at her, "Who are you calling a farm accident you kennel reject, and since when did you get a say in this it's not like your part of this group"
She glared back at me and growled, "I'm part of this plan too you walking jigsaw puzzle incase you've forgotten! Besides these are my friends we're talking about and if I let you two go in alone ‘you'd' probably come walking out with a couple of new coats."
I growled right back at her and released the claws on my right hand, "If you have so little faith in me then why don't I start by turning you into a throw rug, I'm sure we can use it to give this place a little sprucing up!"
By now Kate and I where practically in each others faces glaring at each other and yelling, "Oh yeah well why don't you try me you side show reject."
"I've got a better idea why don't both of you sit down and shut up before i have to put you both in a corner"
We both turned to look at Serinity before glaring at each other again; finally we backed off and sat down around the table again. "So you're really going to go through with this plan Serinity? You realize it's suicide if we get caught don't you I mean even the walking hairball said that Serph's never shown himself to anyone so we don't even know what we're up against"
Serinity just rolled her eyes at me, "True Chad but this is the only way to get out of here besides I can't just leave knowing that I can help these people and not do anything"
I gave a loud sigh and rubbed the bridge of my nose as I looked at her then I turned and looked at Kate, "Is their anything you can tell us about this Serph guy, anything at all?"
She seemed to think about this for a moment before answering, "Well there is one thing but I don't know if it means much"
We both watched as Kate got up and walked over to a closet and pulled what looked to be a piece of cloth out then she walked back over to the table and sat down, she dropped it on the table and looked at me.
"When Serph's goons first attacked we killed some of them, after the battle I found this but I don't know what it means it was also hanging up in the base"
I picked up the cloth and spread it out on the table looking at it carefully, on the cloth was what looked like a strange symbol but I had never seen one like it before.
"Well I don't recognize it from anywhere, how about you Serinity?" i asked.
She took the cloth and looked it over for a few minutes before setting it down on the table again, "I have seen one like it some years ago, it was on the chest of a Devimon that tried to attack the palace a long time ago my parents called it the crest of evil"
"It is given only to digimon who have been to the dark region as a sign of their inner evil" she said as she looked between Kate and i.
I looked at her for a minute before picking the cloth up and looking at the crest again, "I heard about that place, it is said that any digimon who goes into it is instantly turned into a virus type it's also how the Devimon type digimon came into being".
I saw Kate look at me from the corner of my eye, "What do you mean?"
I took a deep breath as I tried to remember the legend, "Well its been a while since I've heard the story but I think it goes something like this, when the dark region was discovered some Angemon and Angewomon went into to face some great evil in it but the dark region corrupted them so much that before they got to their destination they had turned into Devimon and Lady Devimon and when they finally did reach their goal they pledge loyalty to the rulers of that region".
Serinity nodded at this, "It's true, that is the legend but since then the rulers have been defeated and their followers have since scattered to the wind, it is possible that this Serph could have become bonded to one of the Devimon or Lady Devimon don't you think Chad?"
I nodded to Serinity as I replied, "It's possible And it does seem like the style of a Devimon to keep people suffering, they take great pleasure in seeing the torment of those they consider lesser beings although i wouldn't put it past some humans to act the same way either. Trust me they're capable of creating just as much misery as any virus type digimon, I've seen it first hand".
This got a surprised look from Kate before she turned back to Serinity, "Really I can't thank you enough for your help Miss Serinity it really means a lot to me that you're doing this even if it does come with the help of a Shifter" she said as she glared at me from the corner of her eye.
I didn't even bother to look at her as I replied because I had suddenly developed an intense interest in the hole that the spear had made in my paint's leg, "Yeah well at least after this I won't have to worry about getting the fur out of my clothes from your nasty shedding you mangy feline"
Suddenly Kate jumped out of her chair and slammed her hands down flat on the table as she glared at me, "And just whom are you calling mangy?! At least i don't look like some kind of walking electronics accident!"
It was my turn to jump out of my chair and glare at her, "Oh yeah! I may be a walk accident but at least I don't go attacking the people who help me by sticking a spear gun in their face!"
"Will you two quit arguing for a few minutes so we can go over the plan again!" Serinity yelled at us.
We both jumped at the sudden rise in her voice and looked at her, "I swear you two are worse than a couple of kids! Now sit down!"
Both Kate and I sat down in our chairs as we looked at Serinity who was glaring at both of us, "Good now just so we understand each other there will be no more fighting from here on out do I make myself clear?!"
Both Kate and I glare at each other before finally nodding agreement, "Good now both of you shake hands and I don't want to hear another word about this or any more arguing".
We shook hands over the table giving each others hands a good crushing before we finally let go and looked back at Serinity, "Ok so you what part of the plan did you want to go over again?" I asked as I picked up what looked like a ring from my things and looked it over.
"Ok from what Kate told us it will take a few hours for us to get to Serph's base and we've got the plan pretty much laid out but what i want to know is if everyone is going to be ok with this" Serinity said as she looked between Kate and I again.
"If it helps to get my friends out of the hands of that bastard than I think I can put up with this for a while so yeah I'm good with it" Kate said.
They both looked at me and waited as I thought about it, finally after a few minutes I looked up at Serinity and studied her as i spoke.
"You realize that this is very risky and if we get caught we could very well be killed right?"
Serinity nodded at this, "And you also realize that this plan has almost no chance of succeeding in any way right"
Again a nod, "Alright I'm in"
This seemed to surprise both of them because their jaws went slack as i went back to inspecting the ring I was holding, I heard Kate speak as i turned it over.
"What that's it? No begging or pleading with her to change her mind, just ok I am in!?" she said in astonishment.
I just looked at her as i spoke, "Yep"
"You're not going to nitpick and point out all of the flaws in her plan or at least ask her to reconsider trying to get out of the swamp on your own?"
"Nope"
"Are you insane!?" she yelled.
"Pretty much, yeah."
She just looked at me in complete astonishment as I went back to studying the ring in my hand, suddenly I was tackled out of my chair to the ground as I was assaulted by a wet tongue on my face and a pair of arms around my neck as I heard Serinity speak.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you Chad!" she said in my ear happily.
I moved around under the onslaught until I was finally able to push her off of me.
"Alright, alright geez, get off me already!" I said.
I started wiping my face off as I heard Serinity giggle and got up, as I finally picked myself up off the floor I heard Kate speak, "Wait why are you agreeing to this? I mean she could very well get killed if we're found out not to mention what they'll do to her and me if they realize what we're doing!"
I righted my chair and sat down looking at her as I spoke, "True but as you saw before I can handle myself in a fight so i can assure you that I'll be able to take care of her since I won't be that far away from her at any point during the mission, not only that but I'm actually interested in seeing if the princess here can pull off acting like a straight up bitch."
This last comment got me a smack in the back of the head from Serinity, "And just what is that suppose to mean Chad?" she asked as she glared down at me.
I rubbed the welt she gave me and looked back at her, "Geez chill out woman!, all I mean is that it's going to be tough to fool these guys if you let your base personality get in the way of what needs to be done is all."
"Well I don't see why your worried Chad I was able to fool you when we first met wasn't I?" she replied looking a little smug.
"What fooling, I was almost certain that Taomon was going to try something and I knew you were involved some how I just didn't know how until you tried to have those soldiers kill me!" I told her.
She glared down at me as she replied, "I did not have them try and kill you! It's not my fault what they did!"
"Umm, guys"
"Oh, so maybe i should take it up with that moronic captain that tried to starve me on the way back to your home then?"
"GUYS!"
Both Serinity and I stopped and looked at Kate as she continued to speak, "Look as much as I enjoy watching you love birds go at it we still have to get ready for later ok?"
"Who are you calling love birds you mangy feline!" I told her.
This didn't get the response I thought it would because all she did was look at me for a minute before she looked at Serinity, "Miss Serinity if you don't mind a few houses down their are some water barrels and some buckets could you bring some water so I can cook us some thing to eat before we start getting ready for bed?"
Serinity just nodded at her, "How many do you want?"
"Two should be fine thank you and if you could get some canned goods from the house next to it too please."
Again Serinity nodded then made her way out the door closing it behind her, Kate waited for a few minutes before looking at me and speaking.
"What do you think your doing?" she asked.
I didn't even bother to look at her as I replied, "I don't know what you're talking about?"
I saw her fur puff up at this out of the corner of my eye, "Are you really that clueless? It's obvious that she likes you so why are you being such an ass?!"
I just stayed quiet and let her keep going, "Do you really think that just because she's a digimon you can push her off like that? I mean com-"
"Why do you care?"
Kate blinked a couple of times before closing her mouth, "What could some one like you possibly know about being a shifter or what we go through"
This seemed to piss her off some but she didn't start yelling like I had hoped she would, instead she took a deep breath and calmed herself before talking again.
"You think you're so different just because of what you are? By the gods I'm no different than you I'm a hybrid too!" she said.
This pissed me off so i glared at her, "You think we're the same?" I growled.
Kate just nodded and kept staring back at me, "What possible right do you think you have to even suggest something like that?" I growled.
"Have you ever walked down the side of a street cold and hungry begging for food from people only to get spit on or the crap kicked out of you, and when that happens have you ever asked for someone's help only to have them look at you like trash and laugh or join in?"
"Or let me ask you this, have you ever had to dig through trash trying to find food that was at least less than a week old and didn't have rat crap and maggots on it so you could take it back to you friends so they can have something to eat?!"
I stood up over the table and jabbed her in the chest as I continued to speak, "No you haven't you were probably nice and safe in your house as a kid, loved by your ANTHRO parents and friends you probably got to go to school just like all the other kids, then when that was done you probably got a job as some rich fucks cute little ANTHRO pet so you wouldn't have to worry about money!" I yelled at her and I saw her flinch every time I said Anthro.
"So don't you even begin to think you're anything like me! You may think you are but your kind is no different from those filthy fucking humans"
That got a reaction out of her and she glared at me, "Don't you even try to deny it woman your kind have done just as much damage to shifters as they have, and don't try to tell me that when you were young you didn't cross the street when on some rare occasion you did see a shifter walking down the same sidewalk as you"
"I'll bet I can even tell you what you were thinking when you did it too, by the gods it's one of those nasty shifters! I hope it doesn't come over here and try to touch me"
I saw the look in her eyes falter then she lowered her gaze to the table, "Yeah that's what I thought Anthro, you have no right to even try and tell me that we're no different I'll bet when you where in school you had all the boy's talking to you and asking you out on dates. I'd even go so far as to bet that when you did say yes to one of them and you went to meet his parents they welcomed you with open arms"
"We shifters on the other hand get nothing more than a gun in our face and a boot to our ass if we so much as look at one of the humans wrong and all your kind ever did was bend over and fucking take it from the humans so you could have a warm bed and a hot fucking meal, The only reason I didn't kill you when I saw you was because of the fact that I hate humans even more than I hate your kind for getting into bed with them!" as I said this I saw a few tears run down Kate's cheek.
Finally feeling a little better and somewhat guilty I closed my eyes and fell back into the chair not even bothering to look at her.
"You not entirely right you know." she whispered.
I cast a quick glance at her and saw her looking at me but I said nothing, "It's true when i was young I thought of shifters like everyone else did but I was a child and didn't really know any better....but my entire opinion changed one day."
This peeked my interest so i looked at her more closely, "I was about eight when it happened....I was walking home from school one day and some of the older kids were following me home, at the time I didn't know it but about half way home they cut me off and surrounded me".
I saw her start to fidget as she continued, "They acted really nice to me and gave me candy and things then they asked me if i wanted to hang out with them, something told me not to go with them but I was so happy that they had asked me that I ignored it and said yes."
"They pulled me into a back alley behind one of the stores.....after a while we came to this dead end and the kids pulled out this bottle and started drinking from it, they started to get really pushy after that and I got scared, I tried to leave but they wouldn't let me they said if I wanted to hang out with them then I had to give them something in return."
By this time the tears were coming more and more but she kept talking, "One of them pushed me down onto an old mattress and started to touch me, I tried to fight them off but I was to small to do anything. They started to tear my clothes off and ran their hands over me....I tried to call for help but they hit me and told me to keep quiet or they would hurt me."
"Around that time one of them....a human took off his pants and his friends held me down, that's when i knew they were going to rape me....I fought as hard as i could but they were to strong for me and I could only cry when he got down and started to touch me"
"I could only close my eyes when he started to put himself closer to me and pray that they wouldn't hurt me, as I waited I heard some one start fighting and the next thing I knew the humans where running off screaming and when I opened my eyes to see what was going on I saw another boy standing over me I thought that he had fought off the other humans so he could have me to himself so I was a bit surprised when he took off his coat and wrapped it around me and asked me if I was ok"
"I told him I was and asked what his name was but before he could tell me he passed out, that's when I noticed he was hurt badly so I did the only thing I could think of and ran to a phone and called my parents, when they finally came to help me they said he was a shifter and we should just leave him there that is until I told them what had happened and that he had been the one to save me from those boys"
"After that they put him in the truck and we took him back to our house and nursed him back to health to thank him for saving me, I remember when he got a little better he thanked us for helping him and I asked him if he would stay with us until he was all better but he said that if he did then the hunters would come and he didn't want to put us in harms way. After that he left with out a word....eventually my parents came to an agreement that if they found any more shifter kids that they would help them and we ended up running a safe house for them....that is until the hunters found out when I was about thirteen, they burned down my home and killed my parents but luckily they never found the shifters or me and when it was all over we made our way into the marshes here".
By this time I was seeing her in a slightly different light, "I've heard of some people that have been helping shifters but every time I tracked them down it was to late." I said to her.
She just smiled at me weakly before answering, "Yeah well for some reason it always ends like that, but I still don't see why you have to treat Serinity like that even when I can tell that you like her"
I looked down at the table and noticed the claw marks that I had left in it from earlier, I started to run my fingers over them as I spoke to Kate.
"You want the truth?" I asked her.
She nodded at me and perked her ears forward, "First off yeah I do like her......beside other shifters she is the only one who's ever been kind to me, but the simple fact of the matter is that I'm to afraid of what might happen if i let her get to close"
Kate tilted her head curiously, "You mean the hunters?"
I closed my eyes and nodded, "Among other things.....you've seen it first hand....the kind of horror they can cause, no matter where we go hunters always find us....always take everything from us even the digimon do the same thing when they find us....unless we were hired by them to do a job most of the time they would rather kill us than even consider talking to us....everything we shifters do ends up turning to ashes at our touch that's why most of us never get to have anything more than what we can get from the meager living we make doing odd jobs or working at the shift station."
"That is unless you take my path and become a mercenary.....even though the money is good being a shifter means I have to spend most of my life in run down rat holes in the ghetto or some abandoned building with none of the basic's of life, and even if Serinity does have feelings about me there's no way that anything could happen between us even if I wanted them to."
This got a scowl out of Kate as I looked at her, "Look I don't know much about shifters but one thing I do know is that if you don't let this whole lone wolf thing go your just going to end up face down in a ditch with no one to mourn you when you die I mean it's not like your actually going to hurt Serinity if you let her get close is it?"
Just then we heard a knock at the door making us both jump and turn to look, Kate got up and opened the door revealing Serinity holding two buckets and a burlap sack with something in it. She looked around as Kate took the buckets from her, "Is everything ok?"
Kate just smiled at her, "Yeah we were just talking that's all come on in and I'll get supper started then we can hit the sack and head out in the morning".
For the rest of the night i thought about what Kate had said, even as I ate I didn't even bother to listen to the girls converse unless they wanted my opinion on something and even then I only gave them a grunt or a whatever.
After we got done eating Kate set out some sleeping mats that she pulled out of the closet and set them out for us with some blankets before blowing out what remained of the candle and getting into her own bed, I put my coat and scarf over the back of the chair and went to bed as soon as I could hoping that i would have a clearer head in the morning. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty One
I was running through the woods as fast as i could from something, i could feel my heart pounding in my chest and my lungs were burning. Sweat was dripping off of me like water from a faucet and my body was in pain but I couldn't stop running, I could hear it behind me that horrible beast that's plagued me for so long but no matter how fast i ran it was getting closer.
I pushed myself harder and picked up the pace trying to get away from it, I could hear it getting even closer and a soft chuckle reached my ears taunting me and driving me to go even faster.
"Hehehehe you can't get away from me Chad.....I'm always here.....I always have been and always will be......you'll never get away from me no matter how hard you try, you couldn't get away from me then and you can't get away from me now hehehehehe"
I pushed through the branches and the undergrowth and i could feel them lashing at me, trying to grab me and hold me still but i pushed through them.
"Your too weak Chad....I'm the only reason you're alive today"
Finally I managed to break through the trees but I came skidding to a halt when i saw a vast sea of water that seemed to glint crimson in the moonlight as it lapped at the ground before me, I turned around and looked back at the trees when I heard something crashing through them and saw a massive form cloaked in shadows looking back at me.
"I will have you sooner or later weakling you can count on that, you will always come back to me and I will be right here waiting for you to ask for my help.....for you to ask me to come out and play"
Its shadowed face split into an evilly grin and i saw large yellowish fangs glinting in the moonlight, my gaze traveled a little higher and I saw two glowing red eyes staring back at me.
I felt my chest tighten with fear and I bolted into the water and tried to swim for it but as I dove in I saw faces both human and digimon looking back up at me, dozens....no hundreds of them all of them with dead vacant eyes and rotting faces.
I tried to get out of the water but I felt hands latch onto me and begin to drag me down further in the warm murky depths, it slid over my chest as they dragged me down and i felt more hands grab me.
"Somebody......please somebody help me!" I screamed.
The water was sliding over my face now and as I called out some of it slid into my mouth, when it touched my tongue I realized what it was i was being dragged into......it was a sea of blood.
\*No\*
One of the hands grabbed my head and started pulling me down under the surface, I punched out and kicked with my feet trying to get back above the surface but the hands that held me wouldn't let go.
The blood was in my nose and mouth now and I couldn't breathe, all I could feel were those hands dragging me further down into its depths as i struggled to get free. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*
"NO!"
I sat bolt upright in the dark room and looked around, I could feel cold sweat soaking my shirt and i was breathing hard and shaking with fear.
It took me a minute to recall where I was but the dream still plagued me with after images and I could still taste the blood in my mouth and feel the hands on my skin clutching at me, I could feel something wet on my cheeks and realized I was crying.
"Chad what's wrong, are you ok?.....gods your shaking like a leaf!" Serinity said.
I still couldn't move because of the dream and I nearly jumped out of my skin when I felt her put her arms around me and pull me close, I was shivering uncontrollably and for some reason the feel of her fur was comforting.
I felt her move around until she was hugging me and when she stopped I wrapped my arms around her and held tightly, I couldn't stop my body from shaking as I sat there and held onto her for dear life.
After a few minutes I calmed down some but I couldn't let go of her because I felt that if I did I would be taken back to that place and they would get me again, I slowly forced myself to loosen my grip on her and started to pull away.
"Serinity i-"
"Shhhh it's ok, everything is going to be ok Chad" she said cutting me off and pulling me closer.
It felt good to have someone do that, it's the first time anyone since Claire had done it and I suddenly felt the tears rolling down my face increase. I renewed my grip and felt her start to lean me back until I was laying down again, we lay there like that for some time and I heard Serinity whispering reassuring things in my ear and telling me everything was going to be alright.
I slowly began to drift off again as she did this and soon I was drifting into a dreamless sleep, and as i did i heard a strange song floating around me as if keeping me safe.
I woke up the next morning to someone kicking me in the leg and when i opened my eyes I saw Kate standing over my with a shit eating grin on her face, I looked around and realized it was morning but I couldn't figure out why she was smiling like that.
Just then I felt something close to me move and looked down to find Serinity laying with her back pressed up against me, I quickly got up and moved away from her and grabbed my coat then put it on after I wrapped my wings around my chest.
After that was done I turned back and glared at Kate who still had that stupid grin plastered on her face, "What the hell are you grinning at you mangy feline?!" I growled at her.
"Woahohoho some body's cranky this morning, what's the matter shifter have a late night?" she replied still grinning.
I glared harder at her and replied, "That's none of your business furball so just shut up and drop it".
I saw the grin drop from her face as she looked at me then she turned to the stove and started making some food, I on the other hand walked out of the little shack that we were in and walked down to the water supply a few houses down.
When I got there I pulled off my coat and shirt and grabbed a bucket then dipped it down into the drum of water, I dumped the water over my head and felt it take off some of the sweat from last night.
I did this a few more times then grabbed my shirt and dunked it into the water then I followed it in as far as I could without actually getting into the barrel, I scrubbed myself down as fast as I could and pulled myself out and shook myself hard to get the water off of me.
After that was done I rang out my shirt, after I had it dry enough (which wasn't to hard since it was under armor) I put it back on and turned around only to find Kate there watching me.
She seemed to be thinking about something and hadn't noticed I had turned around, "What do you want furball" I growled at her as I pushed my wings through the holes in the back of my shirt then wrapped them around my chest.
I saw her jump some and look at me, "I came to tell you breakfast is ready and Serinity wants to know if you can help her out with a few of the details in her plan this morning" she said.
"I'll be there in a minute so go ahead and get back", she just nodded and turned walking back to her little shack.
\*I wonder how much she saw\* I thought as I reached up and pulled Serinity's ribbon out of my hair, I looked at it for a second before I shoved it into my pocket and grabbing my coat then I started walking back to the shack. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty Two
"Ok like I said the last two times, there are two ways this will go" I sighed.
"When we get there this Serph guy will either take Kate back without giving her to us for the damage to my leg or he will, if he does let you stay with us then that's fine but we'll still have to put you with the other slaves do you understand?" they both nodded.
"But the only thing that's wrong with your leg is a small hole in the casing Chad what could possibly be bad about that?" Serinity asked.
I groaned in frustration and looked at her, "Fine you know what, instead of trying to tell this to you I'll show you." I said.
I reached down and pulled up my pant leg then stuck a finger into the hole in the casing of my thigh and ripped it open creating a jagged rip in it's covering so that the mechanics where exposed then I jabbed the pointer finger of my right hand through the metal in a few more places so it looked like I got hit by some bullets, after that was done I put the leg of my pants back down and made it look torn and tattered like it had been there when I got hit.
After that was done I looked at the others and spoke, "Are we getting the general idea here?" I asked.
They both nodded again so I continued, "Ok regardless of whether or not he takes you back to be with the other slaves we'll still have to sell this so Serinity is going to have to wear the camo unit that I have here or this won't work" I said as i picked up the choker and handed it to her.
Serinity took it but didn't put it on yet, "Serinity I have to tell you this, if we're going to pull this off then you'll have to stop being yourself for now at least until we free the captive Anthros and take out Serph do you understand?"
She looked a bit uncertain but nodded, "I know you're not going to like this but you can't let what you might see faze you in the least so the only advise I can give you is this, block it out, ignore it and you'll be fine the only thing that leaves is the way you act." I told her.
"You won't have the luxury of acting like your normal self, instead you're going to have to act like a virus type Digimon which means you're going to have to think like one."
This made Serinity tilt her head and cock one ear up curiously, "What do you mean Chad?"
I sat back in my chair and looked her dead in the eye before continuing, "What I mean is instead of being kind you'll have to act like you actually enjoy causing others pain and misery."
"Dark types and virus types aren't known for being kind to others, instead they think only of what they can do to further their own goals or personal pleasure, like taking slaves and servants of lesser beings like Shifters, Anthros, Humans and even other Digimon do you think you can pull this off?" I said.
Serinity thought hard about this for several minutes before nodded agreement, "Yes I think I can" she said.
I nodded, "Just do your best to keep this in mind, your better then everyone else and that means you deserve to be in charge no exceptions, and this really shouldn't be any different than court politics for you ok? Just keep that in mind and you should be fine." I told her.
She nodded to me, "So basically you want me to act like a spoiled child who gets everything she wants no matter how badly it hurts someone else."
This made me grin, "That's absolutely correct Serinity."
I looked at Kate next, "Ok Kate what did you do when they held you captive before? Did you or the others make the food or did one of the goons under Serph do it?" I asked.
Kate flinched at the question and started rubbing her arm before speaking, "I....i was Serph's personal servant while I was their so I don't remember much but i do know that my friends are the ones who make the food not his goons." she told me.
Even I knew what she meant by that but the fact that she couldn't remember much bothered me, instead of pressing further I just nodded "Ok that's good it will make it easier for us when the time comes to take out Serph, but it also means that we're going to have to really sell this because if we don't then you could very well get hurt badly or killed for that matter." I said.
"The only thing you need to do is play along with us but we're going to have to ruff you up some before we go and you're not going to be able to wear your clothes there." This made Kate glare at me like she was going to attack, but I held up my hand to stop her.
"Let me explain before you decide to do anything rash" i said to her, "Slaves don't have rights and looking at this from a virus type point of view you are going to be Serinity's new slave and as such you will have to earn any type of privilege and that means clothes"
This made Kate blush and i almost laughed, "Fine but what about you Shifter are you going to do the same thing?" she asked as she shot me an angry glare.
I shook my head, "No but I will be going in there without my shirt on so that will help sell this little plan of ours" I told her.
"But we are going to have to get some sleeping herbs to make this easier on us." I said.
This made both of them look at me curiously, "What do you mean?" Kate asked.
"Well for starters we need to put as many of Serph's goons to sleep as we can otherwise we'll be fighting the whole base" I said.
They both agreed with me on this point so I continued, "Also if we can take out Serph then it will be that much easier to deal with his goons, after all if you want to kill a snake then you have to take off the head"
They seemed to except this but Kate asked another question, "Shifter why don't you wear the camo unit so we can make sure this goes off without a hitch?".
I closed my eyes and shook my head as I spoke to her, "It wouldn't work, if anything it would make us seem even more suspicious because of the fact that some of the humans have digimon, digimon can smell the difference between a shifter and a human so it would only blow our cover since I don't have anything to cover up my scent and make me smell human" I told her.
"Oh, that makes sense" she said.
I sighed loudly and looked between them before I spoke again, "Ok so the first thing we need to do is have Kate disrobe then one of us is going to have to ruff her up some then we need to pick some sleeping herbs before we get to the base is everyone clear on this....and Serinity your going to have to be the one who ruffs her up."
They both nodded as I got up and walked to the door but Serinity spoke making me stop and turn around, "Chad why do i have to do it?"
"Because I already smell of death Serinity we can pass that off as me trying to protect you as your personal slave, but if they smell her blood on me then it could through off the entire plan then we'd be screwed from the get go." I told her.
I was just about to leave when I heard Kate speak to me, "Shifter....thank you for your help, and if you check the building by the water supply you should be able to find some dried herbs in there, i don't know if they're what you want but it shouldn't hurt to look and there's also a couple of med packs in there as well".
I nodded to this and left making my way out the door to the building Kate had mentioned; when I got there I went inside and found what she was talking about. Luckily I did find a few herbs that would put someone to sleep but there weren't enough for a large number of people so I checked the med kits and was relieved to find some sleeping pills and other things that I could use luckily I also found some rope that we could use so I gathered everything up and walked back to the shack that Serinity and Kate were in and walked inside to find Kate standing in only her fur with a few fresh bruises and cuts like she had been in a fight, but not looking like she had been tortured.
Even I had to admit she was a highly attractive woman but I wasn't about to let her know that besides she was to much fun to argue with for me to say something like that to her although I did give her a quick once over just to check her out, she had a nicely toned body with no body fat and her breasts were a good handful to be sure however the blood on her white belly and tiger strip patterns didn't do much to flatter her. My gaze traveled down to her crotch and I saw the folds of her sex as the fur tapered away to soft pink flesh then i looked at her slender legs, Yep in all she was very attractive I could see why the humans found her kind so easy to get along with.
I set the stuff down on the table and packed everything back into the makeshift bag then slung it over my shoulder and looked at Kate, "Do you have a map or something to show us where Serph's base is?" I asked her.
I watched as she turned and walked over to the closet and opened the door then began digging around for a map, as I watched I saw she had a tight firm ass and her tail wasn't bad either. I was still checking her out when I got kicked in the shin by Serinity which made me grunt and grab the table to stay standing, I glared at her and she glared back at me accusingly then she huffed and turned away.
I looked at her while she had her back to me like she was nuts but then something occurred to me, \*I think she was actually jealous that I was looking at Kate and not her\* this thought actually made me smirk but thankfully my scarf hide this fact.
Right about this time Kate came back over and unrolled a map of the marsh lands and pointed to one of the little dots on it as she spoke, "Ok we're here in this village, the other villagers where taken about a month ago so there's nobody here to worry about but Serph's base is here." at this she trailed her finger North East of the village until she came to a point near the edge of the marsh where it had a symbol that looked like a castle.
"So Serph stay's in a castle near the edge of the marshlands?" I asked.
Kate nodded, "Yeah it's been there since we came to the marsh lands but it's still in pretty good condition" she told me as she rolled up the map.
"It should take us a few hours to get there but if we leave now we can get there by mid day so it won't take that long, but i still don't see how some choker is going to help us pull this off" she finished.
This made me grin and I looked over at Serinity and held out my hand, "Let me see the camo unit for a minute" I told her.
She handed it to me and I pulled out a small jack and pushed it into the input in my head then I messed with the configuration of the setup and gave it back to her, She looked at me for a minute and I nodded.
Kate and I watched as she put the choker on and hit the button in the eye socket, I heard Kate gasp as Serinity's fur changed to what it had been in the castle the only difference now was that she had the symbol of a white Orabaris on her legs instead of her normal Ying/Yang symbol.
I saw Serinity shiver then she settled down and sighed, "I really don't like that feeling" she said.
Kate walked around the table and touched Serinity's arm as if she was trying to wipe off the effect and when she realized that it wouldn't come off her eye widened in amazement then she looked at me.
"You....how did....what the hell is going on!?!" she said.
I pointed at the choker that Serinity was wearing as i spoke, "The choker actually changes the physical appearance of anyone who puts it on, I'm not to sure about how it works but it does so I'm not complaining about it and barring a direct hit it won't crap out on us unless we get it wet" I told her.
With that said i looked at Serintiy, "Come on we've got to get going so we can get this over with" i told her.
She nodded and we made our way out of the little shack to the jet ski's waiting at the docks, before we got on though I turned to Kate and stopped her.
She looked at me questioningly before saying anything, "What's the matter Shifter?"
"Unfortunately there's one thing I need to do before we go to Serph's base" I told her.
She didn't seem to understand what i was talking about so I explained it to her, "you have the appearance of someone who's been beaten but you don't move like them so I need to drain you of your energy before we get going you should be better some what by the time we get their but this will help to sell the illusion of what we're trying to do" I told her.
This seemed to connect with her and she looked a little worried, "So what are you going to do, bite my neck or something"
"Irk" I closed my eyes as i spoke to her, "No you idiot I'm not a vampire!, I'm going to use an attack ability on you to drain your energy so our story looks more convincing."
When I looked at her again I saw her give a weak smile before nodding, "Fine but you only get to do this once so make it quick." she said.
I relaxed a little and nodded, "It's going to hurt but it will only last for a second so don't worry" i told her.
"Close your eyes and take a deep breath and it'll be over before you know it", she did as i told her and i summoned the energy for my attack.
As she started to let out her breath I reached out and said the name of the attack I was using, "Claws of Darkness" as I touched her she went ridged then slumped forward.
I reached over and picked her up then slung her over my shoulder as I walked over to the jet ski and turned it on, After I was done I put her on the jet ski and climbed on then I gunned the engine and we shot forward into the marsh. \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_
Chapter Forty Two
Kate was right about it taking a few hours because when we finally saw the old castle the sun was high in the sky, i gave a sigh as it came into view between the trees "this is so cliché" i said as we drifted near a tree.
The castle itself wasn't that big but it was a little run down because marsh plants were growing on the outside wall, it looked like Frankenstein's castle from where i was sitting and I could see a large wooden door in the outer wall close to some more jet ski's like the one I was on.
"Why do you say that Chad?" she asked me.
"Oh come on, Seriously?" I said to her "haven't you ever seen a monster movie?, it always ends the same way, in some big dramatic battle where the good guy beats the evil monster in the throne room or on the battlements and saves the day" I told her.
I felt her put her hand on my shoulder as she leaned a little closer to me and spoke into my ear, "So what does that make you Chad?"
I groaned at the thought, "Oh be quiet woman".
This made Serinity giggle some as I turned back to look at her, "There's some rope in the bag take it and wrap one end around Kate's neck and hold the other end like a leash" I told her as I slipped off my coat.
"If I see one bit of lightning we're outta here" I mumbled to myself.
I heard her digging through the bag as I pulled my shirt off, I waited until she was done then I slipped my shirt, scarf and coat into the bag then I hugged my wings to my back and looked back to see if she was ready.
When I saw she was I revved the engine and drove up to the dock in front of the old castle, I waited for Serinity to get off before I grabbed Kate's limp form and slung it over my shoulder and followed Serinity up to the front gate.
As we got closer I saw a human break away from a group of two digimon and another human, \*Here it comes\* I thought \*I hope she can keep it together\*.
The human walking up to us was wearing the same armor that the first two we ran into were, this time I looked the armor over more carefully.
He was wearing a partial chest plate that came to just above his stomach and stopped, on his arms the armor went over his shoulders to just above the elbow and he was wearing metal gloves that came up and covered his forearms, as I looked closer I noticed the fingers past the middle knuckle were cut short probably so he could handle his weapon better.
The pants where brown and made of some kind of cloth that seemed thicker that it should be, \*probably has kevlar sown into it\* I thought. I noticed that this cloth seemed to cover any part that didn't get covered by the armor.
I looked a little lower and saw he was wearing metal shin guards and on his feet were metal plates built into some leather boots, he was holding his helmet in his left hand and it looked like a metal helmet with a back plate to protect the neck and the face plate looked like it would cover from the bridge of the nose down to the chin but what caught my eye was the strange red lensed goggles set where the eyes go.
The two lenses seemed to glow somewhat as I looked at them and they looked like they had some serious tech behind them, \*Possible night vision and thermal options maybe a targeting system too, this is some tough shit to get.....the only time I've seen stuff like this was that time i tangled with a S.W.A.T team in the human world because I'd just killed some high up corporate shmuck\* I thought.
I quit checking out the guys gear and put on a blank face so I would at least look my part, as I did this the human sidled up to Serinity with a dumb grin on his face showing cracked and yellow teeth.
"What do you want virus?" he said to her.
\*Gods please let this work\* I thought as I followed him with my eyes.
"What I want human is to talk to the filth that owns this Anthro slave" she said in a commanding tone.
This seemed to amuse the human and his friends because they all started laughing, "That's funny virus but the boss don't see nobody unless he tells them to come to him, and even then they gotta go through us first." as he said this i saw his eyes slide over her body and for some reason it pissed me off that he did this.
I took a step forward and raised my right hand but Serinity held out her arm and stopped me, I looked at her quickly and settled down.
I watched as she smiled sweetly and slowly walked over to him, he chuckled a bit as she ran a finger across his chest plate then over his shoulder as she walked around him, "Is that so human? Well let me tell you something." she said as she put her other hand on his other shoulder.
Suddenly she grabbed him by the throat and i heard him start to struggle for breath as she put her muzzle close to his ear and spoke, "If i wanted to deal with trash like you then I'd go to the dump and take my pick, now either you take me to your boss or I'll give you to my slave here so he can have some fun."
"Now either do as I say or get out of my way before I change my mind and let him rip you apart" With that she pushed the human away hard making him stumble and fall on his face.
I saw his friends get ready to do something so I raised my right hand and released my claws making them think twice then I wagged my finger at them, they glared at me but did nothing.
I heard the human pick himself up and talk, "You got some nerve bitch you know that, this is the base of Serph the guy who rules this marsh and he don't take kindly to some virus bitch rolling up here and making demands"
i turned to look at the human and saw him take some kind of gun from a holster at his hip and my instincts kicked in, I dropped Kate to the ground and lashed out with my right hand piercing threw the armored glove he was wearing and making him drop the weapon.
I heard him scream when he realized what i had done and saw him fall to his knees making my claws slip out of his hand, the wound I gave him was bleeding heavily and he was cradling it in his lap.
I was just about to make the finishing blow when Serinity held up her hand making my stop; she slowly walked over to him and crouched down to look at him. He was still screaming from the pain of his hand as she put one finger under his chin and lifted his head up so they were looking each other in the eyes as she spoke.
"That was a very stupid thing you did trash, I had one simple request for you and that was for you to take my to see your leader and look what happened when you didn't do as I told you" she said.
I saw her reach out and take the humans injured hand in her other one and slowly run her thumb over it until it was covering the hole, "Now that you've learned your lesson are you going to take me to see your leader?"
The human gritted his teeth and spat in her face, "Fuck you bitch you'll never see the boss!"
I watched Serinity wipe the spit from her face then i heard an ear splitting scream come from the human I looked down and saw her digging her thumb claw around in his hand making sure to move it around to get the most pain in his screams, "That was the wrong answer trash....now this is what I'm going to do, I'm going to let you get up and then your going to take me inside to see your boss or I'm going to have my slave take you apart piece by piece" then she smiled evilly at him "and trust me there are a lot of pieces in the human body."
Even i had to shiver at the way she said this, the human nodded to her and she pulled her claw out of the hole in his hand then he jerked it back from her as she stood up.
I could see the anger for her on his face as Serinity spoke, "Come now it doesn't hurt that much so get up and do as I told you." she cooed softly.
Slowly the human got up and stumbled over to the gate and banged on it a couple of times then went back to cradling his injured hand, a few seconds later the large wooden door opened inward.
Inside I saw a few more guards in armor looking at us and these had their helmets on so i couldn't tell if they were male or female, we walked inside the door and I saw we were in a large courtyard with several gun placements stationed at key positions.
I took note of them as I followed Serinity and our guide to another large door, he opened this one and we walked into a large hall with several large tables set along the center of the room. I noted in all about thirty humans and digimon sitting at the tables some of the eating others drinking and still other were passed out on the table the one thing i noticed though was that the tables could hold maybe forty more than what was here, as we followed our guide i noticed several Anthro's standing around some of them had platters with jugs on them and others just had a look of fear in their eyes as we walked by.
As i passed by a female wolf in brown rags I heard a sharp gasp, \*Possibly one of Kates friends\* I thought.
The human lead us to a set of stairs and we followed him up to the second floor of the castle, after a few more minutes we were standing in front of a door and our guide had left us alone.
Serinity looked at me questioningly but all I could do was shrug at her, as she reached out for the handle of the door I noticed a chill in the air and looked around.
"What's wrong?" I heard her ask as I looked back down the hall behind us, I looked back at her before I spoke.
"I thought I felt someone watching us mistress", I told her.
She turned to look down both hallways then back at me, "I don't see anyone slave so do me a favor next time and keep it to yourself."
I bowed my head to her as if scolded, "Please, forgive me mistress".
With that she huffed and jerked the door opened and we stepped inside.
To Be Continued...... | FSE |
Title: The surprise of his life. by Uniden
Tags: Character Development, German Shepherd, Husky, Plot Development, Story Progression, Young Love
The husky looked up at the horse, his eyes showing exactly what he was thinking. Their blueness was turning from happyness to a slight show of fear. Looking off to the side for a moment, he lifted an eyebrow at the horse.Â
His friend stared at the fur behind him, unsure of what exactly was going to happen as he tightened his grip on the poolstickin in his paw when he saw the husky take his paw from the table down to the large knife he always carried with him.Â
After a few tense moments the paw left the shoulder of the husky resulting in James turning around. He looked directly into the furs eyes, the handle of the blade in his paw as it rested in it's sheath, ready for anything that might happen. Â The huskys face showed his anger as he stared, muzzle to muzzle with the fur, into the blue eyes that looked back at him.Â
His face instntly changed from anger to a look of confusion as his eyes went wide, his pupils growing once he remembered the eyes. They were soothing and comforting. They were ones he had seen somewere before. The deep blueness of these pools called to his soul making him go limp in the innermost parts of his soul. They were soft and yet they had a fire of passion that he had seen burning that night some time ago.Â
Smiling as he moved back a few inches backing into the table blushing a little from his embarrasing action he looked the fur up and down. His grin widened as he looked up the somewhat tight shirt murring softly at the muscles in his chest as he finished at his face.Â
"Sean! What are you doing here?"
The sheperd smiled as he had gotten the reaction he figured he would get and looked over the husky. Murring softly in his innermost depths as he nodded in approval of the huskys body. Blushing softly as he saw the husky give him that look that showed confusion but sly knowingness at the same time as he lifted an eyebrow at the sheperd.
"Well...James I told you I was moving didn't I?"
Shrugging as he placed a paw against the pool table, leaning up against it, his rump resting on the top of the bumper as he crossed his legs.
"Well we were and my dad got stationed in Washington and since we didn't want to live in the city we actually decided to move to the eastern shore. I think the town is millstone? It's a really small town."
The huskys eyes went wide when he heard the towns name remembering the moving truck he saw earlier today. Shaking his head he thought himself stupid for not making the connections.
"Hey James!!" the horse said loud enough to wake the husky from his daydreaming state.Â
"Ya?"
"I gotta get home before to late so I will see ya later." the horse made his way out of the small room waving goodbye to the husky.Â
Shrugging he kept his position on the pool table as the sheperd moved towards the door. Shutting the door and locking it, he moved so close to the husky that there muzzles were barely touching. Looking into his deep blue eyes the sheperd lightly placed his paw on the chest of the husky. Murring softly as he softly traced up and down the chest.
Looking down at his paw he slowly parted his muzzle and began to speak.
"James... I um think I am..." he stammered trying to find the words to say that would express his feeleings the way he wanted.
The husky waited a few minutes, his arms by his side as he waited to hear what his friend had to say, but somehow in his heart he knew what was going to be said before it was said. He just wanted to make the male say the words, not take an easy way out.
"I.. I think I am falling for you."
The husky smiled and put a finger on the other males chin, lifting his muzzle up so that there blue eyes met in a passionate look. Smiling at the sheperd, he looked deep into his  blue eyes.
The sheperd smiled cutely at the husky, his cheeks blushing under his fur.Â
"I know how you feel, I feel that way too."
James immediatly grabbed the sheperds shirt with both his paws as he finished talking, pulling him towards himself smashing their muzzles together, his eyes closing from the emmense passion he was putting into this kiss. He leaned back as he wrapped his arms around the shederds back, causing the other to do the same.
Sean murred softly as he melted into the kiss. He held the husky close as he broke the kiss breathing deeply for air. Looking deeply into the now opening eyes of the husky and smiled a few strands of thier canine saliva still connected their lips, glistening in the light.Â
The husky gave a look of shear bliss as he looked into the sheperds eyes. He was blushing even harder under his fur as he took the huskys paw in his, lacing his fingers with hopefully his new mate.Â
"Sean does this mean we are going out?"Â
The sheperd smiled and nodded as he swung the huskys arm slightly. "I think so James."
A tear started to develop on the huskys eyelid as he reached up with his other paw and wiped his eye. Looking up at the small round clock on the wall he cursed the time.
"Shit!! Look Sean I need to get home."
A small whimper left Seans maw as he heard the news. "Okay well thanfully tomorrows saturday. Hopefully we can meet up for some fun." he winked slightly at the word fun causing the husky to chuckle.
Giving Sean a kiss on his cheek, the husky left the room and walked through the bowling alley, his tail swaying quickly behind him. As he left and headed out the building.
Stopping to put his keys in the lock of his truck door, he heard a familier voice call out to him causing him to turn around just in time to see the sheperd right at his muzzle, putting his paw behind the huskys head and pulling him into a deep kiss before he could ever move.
The husky murred deeply as he looked into the sheperds eyes, his own sparkling with love, happyness, content, and acceptance. He smiled as he softly broke the kiss.Â
"Well Sean. That's the best goodbye I have ever had." he said smiling. Â
The sheperd just chuckled and smiled. "Yup. Goodbye sexy."
James chuckled and entered his truck and drove home. The twenty minute drive seemed to fly by cussing him to come home sooner than he felt he would be home.
Deciding to test a theory. The husky parked in his driveway and got out his truck. Looking over at his neighboors house, he saw that the moving truck was gone and there were two cars in it's place. Walking to the side he put a boot on the tire  and hoisted himself up into the trucks bed laying down on the cool bed liner.
Looking up into the night sky he stared up into each of the thousands of glistening stars that seemed to be looking back down at him. He couldn't help but wonder if this rationship or even this friendship would last in the long run. He had been let down and had his heart broken so many times that he wasn't sure if he wanted to open his heart up once again and risk having his heart broke again. But there was something that told him as he looked into those stars that made him actually want to make that leap.
James sighed as he looked into the twinkling sky, the stars trying to comfort him it seems. They seemed to say that everything would be okay and that he shouldn't worry. The husky just layed there as his eyelids started to slowly shut, before he quickly shook himself back to his reality.
The sound of a car pulling into a gravel driveway. He rolled over and peeked over the side of his truck bed. Smiling he saw the same vehicle that the sheperd had drove when he say him in when they had met in Ohio. Smiling happily, he watched as Sean stepped out of the car and walked up to his door. His tail was wagging the entire way up to the door.
Chuckling he waited until the sheperd was inside his house before hopping out of his truckbed and walked into his home. He was met by his father, looking up at the taller wolf he forced a smile.Â
"Hey dad. I got a question."
The slightly taller wolf looked down on his son as he frowned. "What?"
"I have a friend and I was wandering if he could come to the ocean next week with us."Â
"Ya sure. Just have him ready Sunday."
The husky smiled, his tail wagging happily as he walked throughr the hall and into his room. The dark room was welcoming to him. It gave him a place to relax and let everything go. He shut his door behind him and layed down on his bed. Smiling he pulled his shirt up over his head and flung it in a corner. Placing his paw on his chest, he murred softly. This was the closest thing he really had up till know in the way of having someone to lovingly hold him. Sighing, he placed his thumbs on each side of his jeans and shimmyed off the garmet.
Murring softly he layed naked on his bed, his paw running up and down his chest. Slowly he drifted off to sleep were his life was perfect and he had no worries. Â
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Title: Meeting a Chatroom Pornstar
Tags: big breasts, bbw, sex, oral, lactation
I have never had much luck in chat rooms. I mostly just lurk, hoping to see some sexy exchanges. The few times I've tried to be witty, I have gotten shot down by quit-witted snarks or dissed by the ladies, most of whom are probably men. I've tried sending private messages to ladies who had promising screen names like "SexyNymph" or "WildnWilling", but rarely get a reply and when I do they are generally one-word answers spaced ten minutes apart.
So it was with little optimism that I decided to kill a few minutes in the "Big Breast" chatroom the other day. The alternative was to beat off to some big breast porn. You can tell I like big breasts, huh? I watched some "clever" in-room banter, mostly bad puns. It seemed, as always, like the guys were trying not to sound horny and desperate and the girls or "girls" were sniping at the noobies and leading on the regulars. I was ready to click over to my favorite porn site when a name in the list of room occupants caught my eye. It was "RetiredPornStar".
I checked out her profile. It said she was female, mid-thirties, who had done big breast and BBW porn but had quit to raise her family. She wouldn't give her "porn name" and claimed to just want "friendly chat".
Yeah, I thought, as if! I couldn't imagine that any woman who had been in porn would waste a second trolling for sex chat like I was. After all, such a woman would have lived the life that most of us chatroom jerks have wet dreams about. After a lifetime of three-ways, double penetrations and facials, what possible interest could a chatroom full of people who can't get dates possibly hold?
So, in my guise as "HornyNerdStud" (HNS), I private messaged "RetiredPornStar" (RPS).
HNS: Hey, were you really in porn?
RPS: Yes, years ago, late 80s to mid 90s. Probably before your time.
HNS: I actually watch a lot of older porn. It was realer and sexier.
RPS: Why do you say that?
HNS: Fewer fake tits, more real bodies, and better production values.
RPS: Wow, you are right! Today's stuff is shot on video with poor lighting and dead-eyed actors.
HNS: Yeah, and the "amateur" stuff is so boring. No story or dialog. Like watching robots fuck.
RPS: You're funny.
HNS: So, who did you work with?
I figured she would name the big stars that everyone would know because I wasn't buying that she had done porn. She gave several names I had never heard before. I quickly opened another browser, went to my porn site and searched. Each one came up! And each one looked to be a late-80s to mid-90s big breast / BBW actress!
HNS: You worked with these girls?
RPS: Oh yes. I still keep in touch with some of them.
HNS: What about the guys?
She mentioned more names I wasn't familiar with. Again I searched and again the guys came up. I asked her about the guys and compared her answers to the pictures of the guys on the clip thumbnails. She was right on!
HNS: How is it I don't know these people?
RPS: I worked in England and Europe mostly. BBW was very big over there.
I strained my brain to think of European porn stars. I threw out some names. She said she had worked with one or two that I named, then she named several others that I had heard of including a famous huge-breasted model.
HNS: What was it like working with her?
RPS: She was so sweet. She never did hard core. We did a few scenes together. We have very similar bodies.
HNS: You are a similar body to her?
RPS: Yes, I may be a bit heavier than her, but our boobs were about the same.
I had jerked off to clips of that famous big breast model many times. I could picture her big jugs bouncing and swaying as she moved before the camera and played with other female models. One of my favorites was her oiling her mams with baby oil and then massaging them. How I longed to do that to her!
HNS: That model is one of my favorites.
RPS: What exactly do you like about her?
HNS: I loved the way her tits moved. And one scene she did she oiled them up.
RPS: Yes, she loved to do that! She always smelled so nice from the creams and oils she used.
HNS: Really?
RPS: Yes, and her skin was so soft and smooth. It was great to work with her. I'd go home and my husband would comment on how good I smelled.
I decided to get a little more raunchy.
HNS: How about the men? Did you like the ones with the big cocks?
RPS: Some of them. Once they got bigger than eight inches, I had to watch which positions we did or I'd get sore and have to cut a scene short. Directors don't like that.
HNS: Did you like gang bangs?
RPS: I didn't do more than three guys at a time. But my agent once booked a triple penetration for me. That made me angry. I fired him after that.
HNS: Why?
RPS: lol It might look sexy, but it stretched and tore some delicate areas. I had to heal and didn't work for a while. And I needed the money.
I was becoming convinced she was the real deal. We chatted for an hour more about every aspect of porn I had always wondered about. It was a job to her when she needed money and she had a figure that was a distraction in lots of other job situations, so it worked out for her. When she had to sign off, she thanked me for my interest and being polite to her. I thanked her for sharing her experiences with me. All the while, as I became more sure she was what she said she was, I was getting excited. I pictured the girls she worked with and brought them up on my browser. As I stroked my cock, I imagined each one was my new chat friend. It only took a few minutes before my cock was spurting a much bigger than usual load all over my hand and belly. I noted the time and vowed to look for her the next day.
Over the next week, we chatted several times. Each time I got more sure that she was a former porn star. She just knew so much about the business and was very nonchalant about it. And while she mentioned being a wife and mother, she also revealed her sexual side more and more. I thought she might be put off as I got more sexual and direct, but she surprised me. Instead of a line of chat, a link to a picture popped up.
RPS: Tell me what you think of my breasts. Tell me what you would do with them.
HNS: OMG. I can't believe you are sharing this with me.
It was a picture of her right breast being held in her husband's hand. It was enormous. His hand was underneath the huge, fleshy orb lifting it slightly. It overflowed his hand on both sides. I could see the breast was hanging under its great weight, but it was also full and round. Its outer curve extended beyond her body's frame. And the photo showed just the edge of her left breast but displayed the deep, long chasm of incredible cleavage. I could not take my eyes from the picture. I kept typing "OMG" to her. My eyes locked onto her coral pink aureole and nipple in the center of the frame. The aureole was large and very distinct. It was dotted with little bumps that I knew would feel incredible to my lips. And the nipple was very large, round and standing out from the breast a good half inch or more. My mouth puckered instinctively. I so wanted to dive, mouth first, onto this dream come true.
I began typing like a madman. I told her how huge and gorgeous her breasts were. I told her how I wanted to touch, hold, massage, knead, lift and mold her huge jugs. I told her I could only imagine the feeling of burying my face between them, of inhaling her aroma and feeling the warmth of her expansive tits. I told her how I wanted to suck on her huge nipples like a baby and squeeze her tits as if I was trying to express milk from them. I told her that the deep valley between her tits was made for tit-fucking and how I wanted to slide my now-rock-hard cock into the abyss and mash her huge jugs together and pump them like a pussy. I went on and on. Then I paused. Had I gone too far? I had called her breasts "tits" and "jugs" and gotten very sexual all at once.
RPS: Go on, please. I love how much you are into this. What else would you do?
HNS: Does it excite you that my cock is so hard right now that it aches?
RPS: Yes. Stroke it for me. My cunt is dripping as I read this. Should I touch my tits like you describe wanting to.
HNS: Yes! I'm staring at your picture jacking my cock. I can't believe I'm getting a porn star excited.
RPS: Tell me how you would fuck me.
I loved how unself-conscious she was. She had no problem with my language or my interest or my excitement. I didn't have to pretend to be cool and unimpressed. I described kissing her mouth and romantically caressing her body as I might on a first date. But the imagined encounter quickly heated up. And I found myself on top of her rubbing my stiff cock against her pussylips. Then I pushed my cock deep into her wet pussy and began pumping her in long, slow strokes. I imagined her moaning and whispering in my ear to fuck harder and to grab her asscheeks. I could sense her pleasure building as was my own. Even in my fantasy I fought to keep from coming too soon. I want to feel her explode on my cock. I imagined lifting myself up so I could see her face and those gigantic tits as I pounded her pussy non-stop. Those huge mounds rolled and bounced with each thrust. Her eyelids fluttered and she began to growl. She told me not to stop. Her body tensed and she closed her eyes tightly as her orgasm hit. She threw her head back, eyes now wide. Again she tensed and gritted her teeth moaning loudly. I could just about understand her saying she was coming through the gasps and moans. I felt her pussy flooding my cock with her juices. For a fantasy fuck, this was very real to me.
HNS: How was that?
RPS: You have quite a way with words. I have to tell you that I came as I was reading all that.
HNS: What made you come? What part exactly?
RPS: Your description of how my tits moved. I can tell you really love huge tits like mine. That really excites me.
HNS: Doesn't every man love big tits?
RPS: Not every man likes fat women with very big breasts. And I was made to feel ugly when I was young. That's why I got into adult films. I love my body now. But seeing how much you love it makes me feel so good.
HNS: Do you wish you were thinner? You called yourself fat.
RPS: I find using the word 'fat' empowering. I love the size I am. I have a big belly and a big round ass and huge hanging tits. I love that some men find that sexy and I don't care about those who don't. Now it's your turn. You haven't come yet, have you?
HNS: Not yet.
Then she started typing to me. I only responded with one-word answers like "yes" and "more". She described rolling on top of me and taking over the action. She kissed my mouth deeply, shoving her tongue into my mouth and then sucking mine into hers. Her hands caressed my face and chest. She sat up and began to rock on my cock. She told me how deeply she could feel my cock and how much it was filling her up. She twisted and squeezed her inner muscles and I felt her pussy tighten. She was in complete control. She could make me cum any time she wanted with a word or a movement. I was in ecstasy.
RPS: Look at my big tits. See the way they swing and bounce? These big tits are all yours to suck and bite and smother in. Let me feed you. Watch how I squeeze this one and force it into your mouth. Suck on it hard. Like a hungry baby. Can you get my milk flowing? Let me bury your face in my massive jugs, stud. I feel your cock throbbing inside my wet cunt. I'm going to lean back. Watch me suck my own tits. See how I can lift each one up to my lips. How does that make you feel? This is your own private porn. I'm a private fuck toy for your cock. Look at me trying to hold both of my big tits for you. There just too fucking big to control. Cum for me now. Blow you wad into my pussy. Fill me up with your cum.
I had been stroking my cock as I read. The pre-cum had seeped from the tip of my cockhead and lubed my jacking. When she told me to cum I imagined her lowering one huge tit into my face while she lifted the other to her lips and sucked and bit it as I did the other. And my cum exploded from my cock as it hadn't in years. Thick, white jets spurted and arced again and again. I only wished she could have seen it. I really wished it could have been on her pussy or on her face or tits. I wanted to cum all over her.
I told her that I had cum.
RPS: Was it good, baby?
HNS: It was better than most of the sex I have had with women. Honestly.
RPS: That is so sweet of you to say. I really enjoyed it. I knew you were wild with lust for me.
HNS: I was. I am. I don't want to sound crazed, but you are amazing.
RPS: You don't sound crazed. You appreciate my body and my skills. It's flattering.
HNS: Thank you so much.
RPS: Did you say you were near New York City?
HNS: Yes, why?
RPS: No reason. Will you be online this time tomorrow?
HNS: Absolutely.
RPS: Chat you then. Bye for now, dear.
HNS: Bye. \*kiss\*
I thought of little else for the rest of the day. My mind raced from one possibility to the next. I couldn't let myself think this internet chat could ever be more than that. I was lucky that a real, live porn star would cyber with me. That was way more than I ever dreamed would happen. I knew she was happily married and had a child. I needed to calm down and take a cold shower. But I couldn't stop my imagination. And the memory of that picture of her breast was burned into my mind. I'd dated some busty gals in college, but nothing like this.
The next morning I was online early and was thrilled to see her screen name in the list of room occupants. I sent her private message.
HNS: Hello?
RPS: Hey, you. I was hoping to find you here.
HNS: Ditto!
RPS: What are you doing Tuesday?
HNS: This Tuesday? Nothing. I work from home, so I am free.
RPS: How much trouble is it for you to get to mid-town Manhattan?
HNS: Not too much. Why?
RPS: I have a meeting with my lawyers. They monitor the porn sites for unauthorized use of my clips. They send out threatening letters and the web sites settle for a payment. That's how I earn a living. I have to be at their offices to sign some papers. I'll have most of the day and the night free.
HNS: Just you and your husband?
RPS: Just me. He's home with our child.
HNS: And you want to meet me?
RPS: I think I'd like to do more than meet you, but that will depend.
HNS: Wow. I can't believe this. Depend on what?
RPS: Honestly, I am very curious about someone who is such a fan. If we meet at my lawyer's office, I can get a look at you. Make sure you are as nice in real life as you are in chat. I am someone who trusts her gut. And there has to be an attraction. I haven't seen you at all. You haven't seen my face or my whole body. We both get the chance to bail. Would you be willing to do that?
HNS: I really can't believe you are suggesting this. This is moving pretty fast.
RPS: I've known about the meeting for a while, but I wasn't sure about you. I'm taking a chance, but I'll be in a safe place.
HNS: What about your husband?
RPS: We have an open marriage. He knows about our chats and he says he's giving me a "hall pass". There is one catch.
HNS: And that is...?
RPS: After we meet, if we both want to move ahead, we'll both do STD tests. There is a doctor right there next to my lawyer. He handles a lot of adult performers and they can have the results before we finish coffee.
HNS: Wow. I don't know what to say.
RPS: Well, think about it. I'm going to be there. If you want to meet me, this is your chance. I don't get to New York often. This is a one-time thing.
HNS: I mean, I want to. But now that it's presented to me like this. I guess I am afraid I won't "measure up", you know?
RPS: lol, Yes, I know. I'm not a "size queen". You told me you had six inches. That's plenty to work with. Hey, you might think too fat or that I'm ugly. We're both taking a chance. Think about it. I have to run. My baby's fussing. I should be around later. Bye for now.
I guess this is what it feels like when someone calls your bluff. Suddenly I was struck by every kind of doubt. What if I couldn't perform? I was so nervous it was a possibility. And what if she didn't find me attractive. Or what if she wasn't attractive? I mean, she had big breasts, but she might have two heads for all I know. She had directed me to clips of some of the girls she had worked with. She had told me that her body was like this one and her face kind of looked like that one a little. And I had jerked off to each of those clips imagining they were her. But this was different. Tuesday was just a few days away.
That night, I went online again. I didn't see her screen name in the list. I hung around and watched the idle chit-chat in the "Big Breast" room. She had told me she had chatted with a few guys in there and, of course, been bombarded with questions about her identity, rude remarks about the porn business, and such. She had told me the reason she kept chatting with me is that my questions were respectful and interested and that I was a fan. I had a gut feeling she was a nice person, but I was still scared.
Suddenly, I had a private message from her. I clicked on it.
RPS: Well, have you been thinking?
HNS: I haven't been doing much else.
RPS: So...?
HNS: When and where?
The day came. My GPS took me to the building where lawyer's office was located and I parked in the underground lot. I was right on time. The elevator took me up to the tenth floor. The receptionist directed me to a small conference room. I had barely sat down when the door opened and in walked a woman.
When I say I was thunderstruck, it doesn't begin to cover it. Here was a woman in her early 40s with a smile that lit up the room and a curvy body that I couldn't stop staring at. She greeted me warmly with a hug, kissing me on the cheek. She seemed very happy to meet me. She sat opposite me and leaned toward me.
"I can't believe you are the one with all those sexy thoughts in your head!" she said.
"What did you expect?" I asked.
"I wasn't expecting a handsome businessman-looking guy! And you weren't lying about being in good shape."
"Well, you are more gorgeous than I imagined. You are way prettier than the girls you said you looked like."
"You don't think I'm too fat?"
"Oh my goodness, no! You have an amazing body! I love the way that dress clings to your curves!"
"Oh, this old thing?"
And we chatted like that for a few minutes. She completely put me at ease and I sensed she liked me. There was a lull in the chat.
She said, "I've already signed the things my lawyers needed. So, shall we get tested?"
"Sure," I said.
They really were set up for this. We went to an office two doors down and a nurse gave us each a quick exam and took a few " biological samples" for testing. A few minutes later we were back in the conference room. We had just finished a coffee over more small talk when her phone buzzed.
"They have the results. There bringing them over." She smiled.
There was a knock on the conference room door and the nurse who took the samples handed us each an envelope. I opened mine. There was a list of a dozen or so tests under my name and the word "negative" next to each. At the bottom of the page, there was a statement in big letters that said "approved for work". I laid the paper on the desk as she did the same. Her paper looked identical to mine except with her name at the top. She was "approved for work" also.
"Shall we go to work?" she joked. "I am staying a block from here. The lawyers are paying for the room and the tests. There's an insurance thing that they apply to it. They have some deal with the hotel in exchange for legal advice. The whole trip costs me almost nothing."
We walked the block to her hotel. In the room, she excused herself and took a small bag with her into the bathroom. I tried not to be nervous, but who was I kidding? I have been watching porn since the mid-80s. I can identify by name hundreds of adult performers. I've jerked off literally thousands of times while watching these women and wishing I could be with them. And now I'm in a hotel room with a real, live adult film star who is a gorgeous woman with huge tits and a body made for pleasure. She has experience and skills light-years beyond mine. I've been with a total of six women in my life. I was so nervous I was shaking.
The bathroom door swung open and there she was in a purple bustier with garters holding up fishnet stockings and "fuck me" high heels. She looked like she was ready to shoot a scene. I almost came in my pants.
"Ready, lover?" she asked. She sounded relaxed and happy. All she knew about me was what I had told her, which was true, thank goodness, but now I had to live up to it.
"You look amazing. I've never seen a woman look so good in person. I just hope that..."
She silenced me with a finger to my lips.
"Get out of those clothes and come to bed, lover."
She turned off the lights and pulled back the covers on the king-sized bed. She moved over and patted the space next to her. I stripped off my clothes and moved next to her.
We kissed deeply. And we kept kissing and holding each other for a long time. Her mouth was so soft and warm and she seemed to read my mind, knowing what I wanting to feel and do. My hands roamed her body, trying to memorize every curve. I found the little buttons running down the back of the bustier and began undoing them. When the last one was released, she looked up at me as I lifted the garment away from her. Her body was stunning. Her breasts were huge, larger than I had imagined them. They were full and heavy, hanging to the side as she leaned up for a kiss.
"Well, lover, like what you see?"
My answer was to plunge my face down into the huge mass of warm, perfumed breast flesh. I just wanted to feel all that expanse of full, firm boob against my skin. She reached under her massive breasts and hefted them up to fully smother me in the endless bounty. I pushed closer to her, snaking one of my legs between her two. She reacted immediately grinding her mound against it, emitting a low moan as she did.
I finally came up for air. Every view of her was spectacular. Her face was so beautiful and as she was grinding against my leg, she had a look of lust in her eyes like I had never seen. It was raw, sexual hunger. I took one of her big breasts in two hands and began sucking on her huge nipple. I massaged and kneaded the giant tit while my mouth suckled like a hungry baby.
"That's my big baby. Suck on Mommy's huge titty. Suck all that milk out, baby. It's all for you."
My cock leapt to full attention and strained against its skin. She knew exactly what I wanted to hear and she said it with such a raw sexual edge to her voice. Her breasts were so massive it was hard to take them in. There were the palest blue veins criss-crossing the expanse of white flesh. I moved to the other mammoth mammary and seized it in two hands and gave it the same treatment.
She backed away from me and maneuvered me across her lap. She was holding me like she would a baby for feeding. She grasped one huge tit and forced the nipple into my mouth. With that hand she worked the breast as if pushing her milk toward the nipple. I sucked and licked and bit her nipple lightly. She shuddered at the sensation and reached her other hand to grasp my cock and stroke it lazily. I was officially in heaven. I moaned into her huge breast. I wanted to touch her pussy and give her pleasure, but the position I was in did not allow that, so I just relaxed and let her please me. She moaned and whispered to me to suck harder. And she kept referring to her breasts as "Mommy's massive jugs", "my huge milkers", "my giant tits" and each time she did, it drove me crazier and crazier. She knew she was my walking fantasy and she was playing the part all the way.
I don't know how long that went on. I was floating. She stroked my cock and kept it rock-hard without driving me over the edge. She hummed and moaned sweetly as I suckled. At some point, I decided to take the next step.
"I want to eat your pussy now. Let's 69. You on top, like we chatted about in fantasy," I said, managing to keep my voice from sounding as nervous as I was.
We shifted into a 69 with her on top. She gradually lowered her pussy onto my mouth. It had wisps of dark hair at the top but was otherwise hairless. Her pussylips, as she had described them to me, were the same shade of coral pink as her aureole and nipples. They were big and meaty and hung down from her pussy. I devoured them, gently at first.
As I was thrilling to the first taste of her most intimate area, I felt the weight of her huge breasts on my stomach and her hand at the base of my cock. I felt her rub my cockhead against her lips and then push down to take it in. Her mouth was warm, wet, soft and hungry. I felt her twisting her head from side to side. Her shoulder-length brown hair tickled my thighs. She began to work her magic. I have never felt anything like her mouth. She had the ability to control every sensation. She took my cock down to the base, deep in her throat without any strain. Then she moaned around it and I felt her tongue swirl as she lifted up off it. This woman loved to suck cock, knew how to do it and was knocking me out with her passion and skill.
I could have focused solely on what she was doing to my cock and cum in ten seconds, but I directed my attention to the warm, wet pussy being presented to me. I sucked and pulled on her pussylips and ran my tongue between them. They opened like the petals of a flower and I slurped the wetness that seemed to be in endless supply. I plunged my tongue as deeply as I could into her pussy. She arched her back and moaned, even though her mouth was full of my meat. I pumped my head to tonguefuck her tight little pussyhole as deeply and as forcefully as I could. She was grinding her pussy into my mouth, fucking back at my tongue. She shuddered and relaxed. I gently moved my tongue up between her big cuntlips and up to her clitoris. It was a tiny bud, nestled in its hood at the top of her lips. I brushed my tongue over it and encircled it. I flicked my tongue lightly over it. Then I moved my lips directly onto it. I tried to push its hood and the surrounding flesh back so I could suck the little nub directly. She bucked her hips and almost made a muffled shout, her mouth stuffed full of cock. I repeated my tongue and lip actions on her clit and then moved back down to her pussy shoving my tongue in deeply again. She was moaning constantly now. It made her blowjob a true "hummer".
I felt her hand cup my balls and her fingers manipulate each sensitive orb. She cupped them both and squeezed as she slurped around my cock and took it deeply down, pumping her mouth the full length of my cock repeatedly. She seemed to know exactly how much I could take before my orgasm began to build and would back off a little to let the rush of passion fade, but just a little. Then she would be back to it. It seemed she could "edge" me like this indefinitely.
I moved back up to her clit and attacked it in earnest. My tongue and lips battered and suckled the tiny bud. I felt her breathing deeply and her moans became growling groans. I continued working her clit and she suddenly erupted in spasms of convulsive jerking and grinding on my face. She was cumming like a freight train and fucking my face hard, grinding and twisting, smearing her juices all over my face. I kept my tongue extended and she moved her hips so she could grind on it however it felt best to her. Again she convulsed and shrieked, her mouth lifting off my cock for the first time since she took it in.
I felt a gush of wetness squirt on my face and I moved my mouth toward its source. She squirted again directly into my mouth. A sweet, salty, bitter, delicious taste and smell filled my senses. She sat upright and shuddered several more times. Her thighs and pussy and lower belly were smothering me and I didn't care. If I had to die, this is the way I wanted to go. But then she lifted one leg and rolled over onto her back.
"Fuck me right now. Shove that big cock in me and fuck me like a bitch in heat!" she ordered.
She didn't have to ask twice. I sat up, spun around and barely took a moment to look at the incredible sight. Her legs were spread wide, her knees bent slightly. Her pussylips were sopping wet and swollen with her arousal. Her big belly heaved and rolled. Her massive jugs hung to each side, their massive weight stretching the pale flesh. Her beautiful face was a mask of lust. Her lips were parted and she almost snarled at me. She needed a cock in her now!
I lay on top of her and directed my cock to her pussy. I rubbed my head along her lips and she bucked her hips and her pussy consumed my full length. It was the tightest, wettest, warmest sensation of total pleasure I could ever have imagined. It gripped my whole length and twisted and pumped and controlled it totally. I was on top, but she was doing the fucking. I held on for dear life! Our mouths mashed together and her tongue filled my mouth, swirling and plunging deeply. My hands gripped her big asscheeks and I held her close and ground my cock against her mound. She was moaning constantly.
"Oh, yes, fuck me! Fuck your whore! Fuck my pussy! Pump my cunt harder! Make it cum again! Pump me just like that! Don't you fucking think about stopping!" She was in another world, consumed with lust and I was right there with her.
"Take it all! Your fucking cunt feels so good! Squeeze that cock, bitch! Fuck back at me! Use your pussy on me. Fuck it good!" My voice was an animal growl. I was spitting the words into her ear. Not that she needed any encouragement. She was fully in charge and we both knew it.
I felt her body shudder and quake and her hands took a death-grip on my asscheeks holding me tightly against herself. My hands found her huge tits and pushed them together between us. I was squeezing the kneading them roughly, hoping I wasn't hurting her, but not really caring. I raised myself up so I could plunge my mouth on one nipple sucking it hard and biting it. then I moved to the other. As my teeth plunged into her nipple, she bucked and shook, letting out a long, low, stuttering sigh. I felt her pussy spasm and quiver and a flood of her juices was unleashed. I slowed my pussy-pounding pace and looked up to see her gorgeous face looking at me. Her eyes were glazed and she had a euphoric look of satisfaction.
"You fuck like a stud. I haven't come like that in a very long time. I lost count after eight. You fucked the shit out of me," she said, as if in a fog. She kissed my mouth deeply and lovingly. Her hands held my face close to hers.
"Now I need you to fuck me doggie-style. Really fuck me like an animal and I want you to blow your cumload all over my big tits, ok stud?"
She had told me that she came hardest when fucked from behind and I had told her that I wanted to see her huge udders hanging from her chest swinging and swaying and bouncing as I fucked her doggie-style. And so now was the time.
She rose up and got on her hands and knees. I moved behind her. Her big ass was wide open to me. I gripped her cheeks and kneaded them for a moment. Then I pushed up close and rammed my cock deep in her sopping wet cunt. She arched her back and tossed her head wildly. I looked up and she was facing a mirror on the hotel room wall. Her huge jugs hung down swinging to the rhythm of our fucking. I looked to the side and saw the mirror on the dresser reflecting the side view of the same. This was what I had dreamed of all my life. She coached and encouraged me with every dirty word she knew I loved. I pumped her pussy long and deep with my hands on her hips and felt her breathing building again. I reached one hand around her and rubbed her clit. She moaned loudly. It was coming. I leaned on her and reached around her body to cup, as well as I could, those two bouncing kitties, each nearly the size of my head. I squeezed their massive softness. I pinched her nipples and drove my cock in to the balls. I twisted her nipples cruelly, not caring if it hurt. She exploded again. Only this time she was bringing me with her. Even as she was coming, she pulled away, spun around and lay in front of me. She took my whole cock into her mouth and deep-throated it. Her mouth and hand took two or three strokes before she released it and I blew a huge load on her expensive chest. I reached down and jacked my cock as she cheered me on. Thick ropes of cum spurted out in arcs painting her huge tits in stripes. As the flood subsided, I collapsed beside my lover, spent.
When I looked up, she was up on one elbow. With her other hand, she lifted each great tit to her mouth and licked and sucked my cum from her giant tits and swallowed in down with a gulp. She smiled at me and, once she had cleaned and eaten every drop, she cozied up next to me.
"We'll wait a little while before 'round two'", she whispered to me with a giggle. | literotica |
Title: Mature's First Anal Massage Pt. 01
Tags: anal, mature, massage, ass, asshole, butthole, cum, dildo, hand-job
*Prologue:
The following is an edited version of a previously published narrative. It's one of a number of stories I'm editing and reposting as time permits. And although the editing might not be perfect, it will be an improvement over the original.
As always, comments are welcome as long as they are constructive. Thank you.*
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Introduction:
I've been getting a regular massage for as long as I can remember. Well, maybe not quite that long, but for a good fifteen years. And every other week at the end of the day on Friday unless something interferes, which isn't often. My current masseuse is Paula, who was recommended to me by my dear friend Lois about eight years ago, and I've been going to her ever since.
When I first started going to Paula, she was working at a hair salon where she plied her trade in a back room. She then decided to open her own business and relocated to a strip mall where she rented some retail space. Over time business boomed so she added another masseuse and then a masseur, along with a receptionist.
Paula is an attractive woman in her mid 60's now. She's been a masseuse for years, or a massage therapist as she likes to be called, and is very good at it. The two people working for her are both mature in age also. Bill is in his early 60's and Rita late 50's. As a result most of the clientele are older people.
While I've never had a massage from Bill, I have with Rita when Paula isn't available. She's as good as Paula, and is the masseuse my husband Walter will request when he schedules a massage, which isn't often. Only when he's in the mood, or stressed out from work. Rita is a very attractive woman, more so than Paula, which I assume has a lot to do with his preference for her.
As a side note, Bill and Rita have an ongoing relationship outside the business. Bill is divorced, while Rita lost her husband to cancer a few years ago. They make a nice couple and seem very devoted to each other, but aren't cohabitating as living together at a single residence. They split staying with each other between Rita's townhouse in town during the week, and Bill's house outside of town on weekends.
My husband and I are friendly with both of them, although we've never "socialized" with them. I find Bill attractive more than in a friendly way, and he seems to feel the same way about me as we often flirt with each other. Not that I would consider any of it over the line, and it never seemed to bother Rita if she happened to be around. If anything, she seemed to encourage it, and at times would join in with Bill. Her doing so might have something to do with a mutual attraction we seem to have for each other. Maybe more so on her part, as she always massages me in ways Paula never did.
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When I arrived one Friday for my regularly scheduled massage, Edna the receptionist informed me that Paula had to leave for an emergency, and wasn't expected back. Edna said she called me, but my phone went right to the mail box so I must have had it off. When I checked it, she was right. She then informed me Rita was busy with another client, but Bill could take me since he was free until closing.
Since I was already there and looking forward to a massage, I told Edna, Bill would be fine.
Edna let Bill know, whereupon he came to greet me and escorted me back to his room. Each of them has their own massage room and all the rooms are identical. Small, with a large and very comfy massage table in the center. Each room also has a small alcove where you can undress and dress in privacy.
The massage rooms have very little lighting by design. The available light is a combination of indirect lighting and scented candles. Each room also has a sound system with soothing music playing at a very low volume. Between the low lighting, scented candles and music, it makes for a very relaxing atmosphere. The intent is to put you in an entirely different world for the hour or so a massage takes.
Once Bill welcomed me and showed me to his room I used the alcove to undress. With Paula, I always remove all my clothes. Undergarments included. The only covering during the massage is a small towel, which I use to cover my pubic area when on my back. When on my stomach I'm completely exposed. No towel to cover my bum since l like having it massaged.
With Bill giving me a massage for the first time I hesitated about taking my bra off. Even my panties, but decided why not. It didn't make sense at my age since I'm not a shy person, or ashamed of my body. I always do with Rita when she fills in for Paula, and it wasn't as though Bill was a complete stranger, or someone I didn't feel comfortable with.
Once undressed I laid down on the massage table on my back and covered my pubic area with the towel. Just as I did, Bill knocked on the door and entered the room.
Once inside he informed me he retrieved my client card from Paula's files, which they all apparently have detailing what their regular customers like and dislike as far as a massage. The information is helpful for situations like today where Bill was substituting for Paula and giving me a massage for the first time.
Bill started reading from the card to me..."Says here Lacey, that what you like best is your lower back, bum cheeks, legs and thighs, and feet massaged. What you like least is your neck, shoulders and upper back done. It also states you like your massage while completely nude. Is that correct?"
"Yes it is Bill. And what a good idea to keep detailed information on your regular customers for each other."
Little did Bill know how happy I was I decided not to keep my panties and bra on. He probably would have thought it strange if I did. Maybe even felt slighted or offended. For once I made the right decision.
Bill then oiled up his hands with warm massage oil and began by massaging my feet first, which I love, then my lower legs and thighs. It didn't take long to realize he was very good. Like Paula, he knew all the places to apply just the right amount of pressure to give you a truly relaxing massage.
While doing my inner thighs, Bill would come within a whisper of touching my pussy under the towel, but never did. But close enough to cause it to tingle ever so slightly. I wasn't sure if it was from fear that he might, or wishing he would. Either way, the feeling was nice and not completely unlike when Paula, or especially Rita, massages my thighs.
So you'll know, this is the first time I ever had a massage by a masseur. Definitely a first. Not sure why I always get a massage from a masseuse, but I do. My guess is I simply feel more comfortable and relaxed with it being another woman.
My husband Walter is just the opposite. He only prefers masseuses. Claims he wouldn't feel comfortable with another man's hands all over him.
Once Bill was done with my legs and feet he moved to the upper front part of my body. First my arms and hands, and then my stomach, chest, and finally my breasts. I wasn't sure how he would massage them compared to Paula or Rita, but hoped for the best.
I'd be lying if I didn't say his hands on my breasts didn't excite me, but I often get the same way when Paula and Rita do them. More so with Rita.
While massaging someone's breasts versus fondling them is different, both can have the same effect. In my case my areola puckered and little bumps formed from the Montgomery glands swelling, while my nipples became hard and erect. And in my case, erect means nearly a half inch long.
When they did, I apologized about it..."Sorry Bill, but I react the same way with Paula or Rita. It's kind of embarrassing, but there's not much I can do about it. My breasts are very sensitive and always react that way to the slightest bit of stimulation."
"No reason to apologize, or to be embarrassed. You're not the only person it happens to. Even with some men. It's not uncommon at all."
Unfortunately the close brushes of Bill's hands near my pussy, and now the feeling of someone I'm attracted to massaging my breasts was having "unintended" consequences. In addition to relaxing me, I was beginning to get horny.
Finally Bill finished with the front part of my body and I rolled over while being careful not to expose my pussy. With Paula or Rita, I'm never concerned about it, but was with Bill. More so for him thinking I was "flashing" my pussy at him.
While laying on my stomach now minus the towel, Bill began massaging my neck, shoulders and the upper part of my back first. But since my file card noted they were my least favorite areas to be massaged, he didn't put much effort or time into it.
Bill then moved down to my lower back, which he manipulated very nicely, before moving to my bum. And it's when the fun started.
As is the norm when getting a massage, your legs are slightly spread apart for better access to them and your inner thighs. That being the case, there's no way when lying on your stomach with them spread that your anus might not be somewhat exposed. But there's not much you can do about it if you want your bum and the inside of your thighs massaged.
Bill was massaging one bum cheek when one of his fingers lightly brushed along my anus. A few seconds later it happened again. Then a third time. Each time it did, I would break out in goosebumps from it, which he couldn't help but notice.
Bill then switched to my other bum cheek and once again his fingers kept brushing my anus and I kept breaking out in goosebumps.
Finally Bill apologized..."Sorry if I keep touching your anus, Lacey. It's totally unintentional, but sometimes it can't be helped."
Although I wasn't buying it was totally unintentional..."I suppose it can't be. Even Paula and Rita do occasionally, but when they do, it doesn't have the same effect on me as with the goosebumps. Sorry about that." Which was entirely truthful as it has happened with Rita.
"Once again Lacey, there's no reason to apologize. Besides, it's not unusual for someone to enjoy their anus being touched."
"I'd be lying if I said I didn't. Very much so as hard as I tried to ignore it when you did."
"Hopefully you won't be offended, but with it being the case, it would be my pleasure to massage it for your enjoyment."
Which caused me to pause before responding..."I'm not offended. But while it's nice of you to offer, I'm not sure it would be appropriate."
"It's not a case of being appropriate or not, but what you enjoy. My goal is for you to be totally relaxed and to have experienced a truly enjoyable massage when I'm done."
After giving it some thought..."Since you put it that way, it will be a new experience getting my anus massaged. The worst that can happen is I'll be uncomfortable with it. If I am, I'll be sure to ask you to stop."
"Fair enough, I can assure you I won't be offended if you do."
With that said, Bill spread my legs further apart before applying more massage oil to his hands. Then I felt a couple of drops drip onto my anus. Slowly and very nicely he massaged it with the soft pads of the tip of his fingers, as well as all along my anal valley. He even massaged my perineum.
It wasn't long before it was having a very "unintended" effect on me, but not an unexpected one. I had all I could do from showing how it was, although I couldn't stop pussy juice from oozing out my cunt. All I could hope was, he couldn't see it with me on my stomach.
In spite of my best efforts, Bill couldn't help but sense the effect it was having on me..."I hope you don't mind me being frank with you Lacey, but I've always admired you and knew you'd have a lovely anus. And being an old "butt hound" like I am, I know a pretty one when I see it. It's one of the reasons I love Rita so much. Yours reminds me a lot of hers, although hers is somewhat hairy. Not yours, which makes it all the more attractive. And so you'll know, Rita also loves her's massaged."
"Maybe it's an age thing then. I know the older I get, the more I enjoy it. And in more ways than one."
As he continued to massage it, he seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. Being the "butt hound" he called himself, maybe even more.
Then while I wasn't expecting it, I felt the tip of a his finger ever so cautiously probing the entrance to my now very oily anal orifice. Not probing it as though he was about to insert it, but as if to see what my reaction would be.
Loving my asshole fingered as much as I do, without thinking I instinctively raised my ass ever so slightly when I felt his finger probing it. I might have even moaned without realizing it in anticipation of it sliding in.
He continued to probe it ever so carefully as though waiting for some kind of reaction or response on my part. Since he was, and I couldn't resist the thought of him fingering my asshole any longer..."If you're wanting to do what I think you are Bill, please do."
It's all he needed to hear before easing in an oily finger up to the first knuckle before pausing. Since I didn't yelp or ask him to stop, he slowly inserted it as far as it would go.
I couldn't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure once it was. After which he swirled it around in my rectum before he began to finger-fuck it ever so slowly.
I couldn't help but moan again when he first did..."I hate to say it, but, I can't tell you how good your finger feels."
"It's nice of you to be honest. Now just relax and enjoy it."
It felt so good I couldn't help but squirm and even hump his finger as he fingered my ass.
Seeing how much I was enjoying it, he added a second finger, which made me groan with pleasure when he inserted both of them. Once they were, he resumed finger-fucking me.
I had to laugh at myself as he did. Just a few short minutes ago I was worried about him seeing my pussy, and now here he was fingering my most intimate hole.
It wasn't long from how good it felt before I raised myself up on my knees slightly to give him better access to my asshole. Soon as I did, he began fingering me more rapidly. To say it felt good would have been an understatement. It felt simply awesome and I told him so in no uncertain terms. Not that he wouldn't have been able to tell by the way love juice was now oozing out my cunt.
Just when I thought it couldn't get any better..."Would you be interested in something a bit larger in your ass Lacey?"
While I once again hesitated, I couldn't help but ask..."What are you proposing?"
"I keep an anal dildo on-hand for when Rita and I are alone in the shop."
When he asked, I assumed he was referring to his cock and was relieved to hear it was a dildo. As much as I would have loved a cock in my ass at that point, I would have graciously declined. And since it was a dildo and not his cock, it gave me the impression he was sincere about experiencing a truly enjoyable massage as he put it, versus wanting to fuck me in the ass.
"Really?"...I asked
"Really."
I wasn't buying he kept one on-hand just for Rita, and had to wonder how many other women's assholes he did with it.
Even though I was somewhat skeptical..."With it being the case, why not. But let me see what the dildo looks like first."
After he withdrew his fingers from my ass, I heard him rummaging around in a small cabinet where he keeps his massage oils.
He then showed me the anal dildo. It was shaped like a cock, but with a very small cockhead for easy penetration initially. It increased in diameter from the head to the base as many anal dildoes do. About three quarters of an inch in diameter at the tip and a good inch and a half at the base. It was at least ten inches long with a flange at the base so it couldn't be fully inserted. Although it's hard to believe anyone could take it all in their ass.
All I could think of is how "convenient" it was to have an anal dildo handy as he did. And while I didn't know whether to believe him, the thought of it having only been used in Rita's ass kind of excited me for some reason.
Since I already gave him the okay, and I was hot to trot from him fingering me, I told him to feel free to do me with it.
After he applied some massage oil to it, he first inserted just the small faux cockhead. Then after pausing for a second, he ever so slowly inserted what felt like a good six to seven inches straight into my asshole. Then after pausing again, he slowly began fucking me with it.
Being a silicone dildo, and oily as it was, it glided in and out easily. Too easily, and felt heavenly.
Then suddenly the unexpected happened. It began to vibrate. When it first did it was as though an electrical shock hit me. Between my husband and I, we've used a number of different anal dildos in my ass, but never a vibrating one. I almost screeched when he first turned it on, but thankfully didn't. The last thing I needed was for Rita or Edna to come racing into the room.
"Jesus Bill, why didn't you tell me it was a vibrating dildo? Or at least warn me before you switched it on? I nearly screamed when you did."
"Sorry about that Lacey. I should have, but didn't think to. But if it's any consolation, Rita and Edna have probably left for the day by now."
"Thank God for that. Now continue with what you were doing."
He did, and as he pumped the now vibrating dildo in and out of my ass it felt simply fucking awesome. So good, it wasn't long before I felt an orgasm about to hit me and made sure to let Bill know not to stop until it did.
About thirty seconds later the first wave swept over me. And once again I had all I could do not to scream. But the one thing I couldn't control was my cunt, which let loose with one cunt fart after another. And each one was accompanied by a gush of pussy juice.
After the longest anal orgasm I ever had, which hit me in multiple waves and seemed like it would never stop, Bill finally withdrew the still vibrating dildo from my ass. I almost wished he hadn't. Even though my orgasm essentially ended, it felt like I was going to have another one. The vibrating dildo felt that good.
Once the dildo was out of my ass I simply laid flat on the massage table to fully regain my composure. Bill quietly left me alone as I did, but not before telling me after I got dressed to meet him in the reception area.
When I did there was no one else there but Bill. No Edna, and no Rita. Both had left for the day since it was after 5:00PM. I even noticed Bill had the open sign in the window turned off.
While I was somewhat embarrassed to face Bill after he just dildoed my asshole and orgasmed like I did, I couldn't but thank him..."It's not often someone goes for a basic massage and gets their asshole pleasured so nicely. Thank you."
"It was my pleasure, Lacey. And I'm glad you enjoyed it so much."
"I did, but I need to ask if you were being truthful about the only reason you have the anal dildo is to use on Rita? And I won't be upset if it's not the case."
"I can well imagine you thinking I use it on other customers, but I don't, and never have. It's Rita's, and up till now has only seen the inside of her ass."
"It's nice to know it's only been in hers and mine."
Bill then changed the subject and mentioned that he and Rita occasionally provide massage services at couples homes since they have portable massage tables.
"Interesting"...I said. "And please don't be offended, but do you both provide similar 'services' like you just did, or just a massage?"
"I'm not offended, and was hoping you'd ask. While we never have, and always kept things on the up and up, even when asked, we'd be very interested with the right couple."
"Meaning?"
"If you're asking if you and Walter are the right couple. Most definitely. Rita has this thing for Walter. She's mentioned more than once how she gets the urge to put her hand under the towel covering his pubic area. According to her, she's come close more than once."
"Knowing Walter, and what he thinks of Rita, it wouldn't have made him angry. He's mentioned more than once how attractive she is, and finds her to be sexy as hell. Plus some other things, which I'll leave unsaid. Based on what you just told me about Rita, I'm sure he'll jump at the chance for you two to provide some in-home 'massage services'. I'll be sure to talk to him about it, but make sure Rita is amicable to the idea too."
"She already is. I wouldn't suggest it if she wasn't. It's something we've talked about more than once. That being a foursome with another couple. Problem was finding the right couple. Then as if reading each other's minds we both thought of you and Walter. It was kind of fortunate that Paula had to leave today as suddenly as she did. Until today I wasn't sure how to approach you or Walter, to see if you'd be interested. I probably should have broached it with Walter first, but I couldn't resist the opportunity to discuss it with you since it conveniently presented itself."
"I'm glad you did. I know Walter will be too, and won't be offended you didn't talk to him first. In my mind it's pretty much a done deal so we can count on it. After I talk with Walter, one of us will get back to you with some proposed dates to see what works best for you and Rita."
"I need to ask you something, Lacey. Since you didn't seem to hesitate about it without having to talk to Walter first, is it something you two have done before?"
"Yes, but only once. Like you and Rita we fantasized about it often and when an opportunity recently presented itself we jumped at it, and didn't regret it. Quite the opposite, and have wanted to explore it further. Does it bother you knowing we have?"
"Not at all. At least one of us will have experience with things."
"I wouldn't say participating in a single foursome makes us experienced swingers. Far from it, but I can assure you from our one time you and Rita will enjoy it. That's if you keep an open mind about things."
While we were talking, I couldn't help but notice the bulge in Bill's pants. Finally while staring at his crotch..."You you seem to have a problem that needs attending to."
After he looked down at his crotch..."Sorry about that, but fucking you with the dildo was quite a turn-on for me. I almost ejaculated when you orgasmed."
"Shame you didn't, but since you didn't, why don't you let me take care of things for you. Be my way of thanking you for the terrific ass dildoing you gave me."
"What do you have in mind?"
"I would like nothing more than to fulfill one of my fantasies. So if you don't mind, let's go back to your room, after which I want you to get naked on your massage table."
We quickly returned to his massage room, after which Bill got on the table naked with his cock sticking straight up like a flag pole. And what a nice cock it was. So much so, I was tempted to suck it instead of the hand job I planned to give him.
His cock was a good six inches, maybe a tad longer. Circumcised with a cockhead that made my mouth water since there's nothing I like better than to suck a big cockhead. Diameter wise his cock was a good inch and half in diameter. His pubic hair was neatly shaved around the base of his cock and when I asked him about it I already had a good idea what the answer would be.
"Rita asked me to shave there since it bothers her nose when she deepthroats me. Plus she hates it when she gets hair in her mouth while sucking my cock."
"I figured as much. Walter shaves his too at the base for me, although big as his cock is, I have a hard time deep-throating him."
"If you don't mind me asking, how big?"
"A good eight inches."
"Rita will be thrilled when she finally gets to see it. No doubt she's going to want to take it in all her holes, including her mouth. And no doubt because of how talented she is, she'll be able to deepthroat his eight inches."
"That I've got to see. And after you share about Walter's long cock with her, it should give her something to look forward to. I'm already excited myself, and I know Walter will be too. Enough said for now as it's time for me to relieve Bill junior so you won't go home with a bad case of blue-balls."
I then grabbed a bottle of massage lotion and poured a liberal amount on his cock. After spreading it all over it, I grabbed it with both hands and slowly began masturbating him. First with long slow strokes with both hands wrapped around it. Then I grabbed the base of this cock firmly with one hand and stroked the exposed part with the other. Felt awesome stroking a cock as soaked in massage oil as it was, and it had my pussy all but gushing love juice.
It didn't take long before Bill was gripping the sides of the massage table tightly with both hands while making soft moaning noises as his head rocked back and forth. I picked up the tempo as I jacked him off, and the faster I went the more he moaned and groaned.
Just when I sensed he was about to cum I concentrated on the last three inches or so of his now very swollen dick with rapid strokes of my hand. No sooner than I did, Bill arched his back and after letting loose with a loud groan a long stream of cum shot straight up a good three feet in the air. After it landed on his stomach, another cum stream shot out, but only about a foot high before coming straight down on his cock and my hand.
The rest of his creamy cumload was in the form of about four big globs, which pulsated out his pee hole one after the other. All of which ran down onto my hands as I continued to milk his cock of every last drop.
Once Bill was completely drained, and his cock slowly began to shrink, I cleaned my hands and him with one of the towels he keeps in the alcove for his customers to wipe excess massage oil off them before getting dressed.
"Damn that was good. Thank you Lacey. I can't tell you how much better I feel. You really know how to stroke a cock. I can't imagine what else you can do with one."
"Thank YOU. I always wanted to know what it would be like being a masseuse and to stroke someone's cock like they do at 'adult' massage parlors. Now I know. It would be an entertaining way to make a living. And before I forget, that was quite the cumload, and you're quite the 'shooter'."
"They're not always as big. Nor do I always cum with that much force. Only when everything couldn't be better and this was one of those times."
"As for you imagining what else I can do with a cock, hopefully you'll find out soon enough." Which put a big smile on his face.
With that said, Bill got dressed and as we headed for the front door I told him I was looking forward to our foursome with him and Rita..."More likely on a Sunday...and soon."
Just as I left, I gave him a warm hug and kiss before saying with a big wink..."Until then, don't get any ideas about using Rita's, and now my anal dildo on any of your other customers." | literotica |
Title: Hove Housewife's Awakening Ch. 03
Tags: milf, groupsex, spitroast, strap on, squirt, mff, mmf, mature
There's no place like home:
Today I'm recovering from a big day yesterday, I certainly managed to be a good Hostess! I'm currently wearing comfy joggers, soon I'll have to get ready. I'm off out to a restaurant on Hove Street for lunch with the girls for our monthly catch up as we do. There will be some gossip obviously, if only they knew yesterday I had been gang banged and taken multiple loads down my throat. Mmmm, yum! There was no need for breakfast today! Whilst I rest I'll continue to recount my journey and pet my sore pussy.
After Paula had left the cafe I headed in to town, as she had said to dress up I felt the need to impress and had recently walked past a very interesting little boutique by a wine bar on Duke Street, opposite Ship Street in Brighton so headed there. The garments were amazing and after a short amount of time I bought two beautiful outfits along with some new toys to try. I managed not to play with myself, just, whilst changing, quite an achievement considering I was still quite turned on and the woman working in the shop was so sexy, however unsure how to chat up another woman I left with my new purchases, more than a little frustrated with myself.
Once I got home I rushed upstairs and tried my new outfits on. I checked myself in the mirror, wow I thought, looking good, though I do say so myself. I spent the next half hour toying my pussy whilst I relived my recent experiences and lost myself in the thought of what was to follow, I had an amazing orgasm and after a little rest I changed back into some comfy clothes and stashed my new things in a box I had cleared in the bottom of my wardrobe with a cheeky grin to myself.
Oh god how was I supposed to sleep tonight!
That night I got dinner ready for Bill and I as he was off for a big meeting the following day we had an early night.
In bed Bill and I made love, after a few minutes of missionary I asked if I could go on top. I rode him hard slamming my pussy down on him, I wanted his cock, he had hold if my breasts, I asked him to pinch my nipples and as he did I came. As I recovered I looked in his eyes, he seemed surprised, I lent down and kissed him, I slid off him turned around straddled him and took him in my mouth, despite everything I was still very much in love with him and I wanted to please him. I worked up and down slowly, I cupped his balls and began to increase the intensity, soon I was at full pace, trying to take all of it into my mouth. He didn't last long and soon was Cumming in my mouth. We cuddled after for a few minutes but he seemed a little thoughtful, kind of distant.
After half an hour or so he fell asleep, but my mind was racing with thoughts of the following day. With a mix of wild excitement, fear and guilt my thoughts were turning over and over. I got up and was going to get a drink from the kitchen when I saw his mobile flash with a message. I leaned over out of curiosity and was shocked, even though his phone was locked I could see enough for a few seconds before if faded away, it was a picture from his assistant Ellie, it appeared to be a nude pic of her with the word tomorrow across the middle! The image may have gone from the phone but was stuck in my mind. She was a pretty brunette about twenty-five years old and very perky! My head spinning, unsure what to do, I went down to the kitchen. I got a drink, and soon reasoned as I was happy with the things developing for myself I could hardly criticise. I'd let him have his fun for now though we would need to work out what was going to happen. I also noted that I'd quite like a piece of her myself! My god what was happening to me?
I sent him off with a hug in the morning having emptied his balls into my mouth. I thought I wouldn't make it easy to forget me today. My language was getting dirtier too it seemed, I'd asked if he wanted to come on my face, it exited him so much he shot his load there and then! Hehe, although I didn't get my face cream! Once alone, I readied myself for the events ahead, I had hours but was so excited I needed to fill time, I cleaned up and rearranged furniture in the living room to be a bit closer together, more intimate. I put some Champagne in the cooler.
I went upstairs to prepare myself at about 10:30. I checked myself over, nice and smooth hairless pussy - check. Nicely done hair - check. Stockings and sexy basque -check. More make up than I'd ever normally wear -check again! Giddy as a school girl I slipped on a nice light robe and near skipped downstairs at 11:30. Just a final check around when I got a text from Paula. It said she was at the door and said to let her in. My heart started to pound a little, my breath was short as I made my way to the door.
In near heart failure with excitement I opened it and in walked Paula, she told me to put on a long coat and get in the car! I looked a little surprised.
"Do you really want a bunch of strangers to come to your home?" She said.
Realizing this was a good thing and how silly I was to think of them using my house, I found Bill's old raincoat, it was a beige mac and covered me although seeing the sun shine outside I felt a bit silly! I hurried to the car and got into the open rear door to be greeted by Hilary. We shortly arrived at some flats on the seafront in Brighton, (gotta love Airbnb) after leaving the car we headed for the lift followed by Hilary carrying a large hold-all she had retrieved from the car boot. The flat was on the second floor. On arrival we had a little walk around to familiarize ourselves. Paula walked over to me and put her arm around me pulling me in tight and kissed me hard,
"you feel ready" she asked.
I nodded suddenly realizing this was going to happen! She smiled and kissed me again. Paula put on some music, (she seemed to know where everything was strangely) nodded to Hilary who took the holdall over to the sofa. She started to empty an amazing range of things out of the bag. I stared, unsure what you could possibly do with some of the items! Paula removed my coat, she ran her hands over my body, it felt electric, I could barely breath. I looked over at Hilary, she was now only wearing a pair of stockings, reclined on a chaise-lounge near the window slowly rubbing a small vibrator up and down her herself.
"Do you trust me?" Paula asked, standing behind me kissing my neck.
I said yes, though I was feeling incredibly nervous. She softly smacked my bum and then stepped over to the array of items on the sofa and picked up a blindfold, she moved back over to me, with a cheeky grin she slipped the blindfold over my head. Not yet covering my eyes, more of a headband currently she then moved me over to the middle of the room. A large blanket was laying on the carpet and we stood in its centre. She moved over to the sofa, removed her coat and my jaw dropped.
She was wearing what looked to be a black rubber cat suit with a cut out piece from where her shaved pussy was glistening at me. Hilary joined her at the sofa. They kissed and then turned away, both then picked up something from the sofa. Hilary donned the strap on keeping her eye's firmly on me, Paula had something small and shiny in her hand but I couldn't make it out as she walked back over to me.
"Tell me, have you ever had anything up your bum?" she asked.
I blushed (surprisingly given the circumstances) and replied "Yes, but not often" trying to not sound too slutty. Paula moved beside me and held the item out. It was silver with a jewel on one end, the other was thin, then flared out to a swollen bullet shape. I was looking at my first butt plug! (bet that's not available in early learning!)
"Chloe, I'm going to pop this up your bum for two reasons. One, well, I want to put something up your bum! But two, when it's in no one else will try to put anything else up there, I'm saving that for me" Paula whispered into my ear.
Then I felt wet on by bum as she applied some lube, followed by the cold of the metal. She let it just rest for a minute then I felt a little pressure followed by some pain. Though not long it was wide and as she pushed it did feel like it popped inside when the it was all in. Ouch it was a bit painful but I felt so rude I soon didn't care. I wanted to be a naughty girl.
Paula said to get on my hands and knees and once there the thought of the jewel on the plug shining in the sunlight coming through the window almost made me laugh. Paula stood back and admired her handiwork.
She said "Hilary, warm her up, they'll begin arriving in a minute or two."
Quickly I felt her get behind me, she started to slide her strap on up and down my slippery lips and then slowly into me. With the dildo and plug both in me I was getting close to climax almost immediately, it felt so naughty. She then reached up and gripped my shoulders increasing her pace really powering into me, my head jerked back as she gripped my hair and pulled.
Paula appeared in front of me, she leaned down and kissed, then pulled back, winked and slid the blindfold down covering my eyes. In the darkness I felt every feeling intensify. All my thoughts were focused on Hilary slamming away! Every feeling was intensified. God it was good.
After another minute or two, off to the side somewhere I became aware of other voices. There were greetings and laughs from both men and women and the unmistakable sound of a champagne bottle pop! My god, I though there all just sitting drinking watching me getting fucked!
Soon Hilary pulled out of me and with a smack on my bum cheek moved away.
"She's up for anything except anal" I heard Paula announce.
I was about to say something when instead a very hard cock was pushed into my mouth. As I started to get used to it (it was a nice size!) another was sliding between my thighs behind me. I felt the tip against my dripping pussy and then it pushed in to me. I believe the term is spit roasted! Something or someone gripped my nipples hard and started to maul my tits. The fucking intensified with both getting into a rhythm pumping me from both ends. The Feeling was incredible, not being able to see my senses were in overdrive and my imagination was going crazy as to what was happening in the room!
I felt a hand on the back of my head and then the man in my mouth came, and boy did he cum a lot! I couldn't keep it in my mouth or swallow fast enough, as he pushed in one last time cum overflowed from my mouth. I desperately tried to gulp it down but as I failed and it dribbled down my chin I heard some laughing. Feeling embarrassed I wanted to clean up but I was unable to wipe myself or do anything as the man behind me had roughly grabbed my arms by the elbow and pulled them back lifting me nearly upright.
I heard a female voice say "fuck that slut baby!" He started to pound me quickly, each thrust tapping the plug in my bum just to remind me it was still there! I was shaking back and forth with the force of his fucking. Then I was pushed back to my hands and knees so the spit roasting could resume, for the next while several people took turns. I took multiple loads of hot spunk, some in my mouth but several over my face, god what must I have looked like! There was a time when two women had me, I was licking a pussy whilst an unknown female voice was talking to me about how she was using my cunt whilst pounding me with a strap on. I started to feel a bit sore in my fanny. Though I was very wet the constant attention of cock and dildo's fucking me was taking its toll.
When they were finished a single male replaced them, he again mounted me on my hands and knees but soon stopped and pulled me to my feet, then walked me round to the front of the sofa. Feeling dizzy being up right and walking I was pushed down on my back and he put something cold and wet on my pussy lips. It made them tingle like tea tree oil I guess it was another type of lube, then he put his cock back in me. It was a nice sized cock not too big, not too small (gotta love Goldilocks Huh!), he was sliding in and out quite fast, it felt like he was almost all the way out then straight in up to the hilt. I started to orgasm, panting in the darkness. I felt a hand grip the back of my head and pull it forward, a soft, wet and fragrant pussy covered my mouth.
"Now eat me bitch while my man fucks your used cunt!" a female voice said quite aggressively. I could tell she was clearly very turned on by the wetness covering my mouth. I used my tongue as quickly as I could as she grinded up and down my face. She gripped my nipples twisting them and mauling my tits. "Spunk all over her baby, spunk on those old tits!" she suddenly said. He pulled out and I felt hot splashes on my boobs "now make me cum" she shouted at me. I worked as fast as I could and eventually she said "that's it, FUCK, I'm coming, taste my cum bitch" and pushed deeply down onto me.
As she got off me the blindfold had ridden up. I got a glimpse of the room, there seemed to be three couples along with Paula, Steve, Hillary and Carl. Obviously most if not all had had a go on me so far, I wasn't sure what was to happen next but I was so turned on I didn't care.
The woman who had now let go of my head was a tall slim elegant woman with jet black hair styled immaculately and dressed in a black leather basque, probably mid-20s. She looked stunning and laughed at the state of me as she moved off. Humiliatingly under her breath I heard her call me a filthy cunt.
Paula walked over, I was a sticky mess, spunk on my tits and pussy juice on my face! She smiled and pulled the blindfold off. The was a sense of relief- at least I'd be aware now. Paula handed me a glass of champagne, I sipped whilst taking in the debauched scene around me!
Several couples were engaged in various dirty acts. Hilary was getting fucked on another sofa by a woman who was passionately kissing her. They were moving slow and sensual. I watched still feeling incredibly turned on, I wanted more, more cock, more pussy, more everything. This I now knew was what I desired totally!
"Well, no rest for the wicked, whose next?" I said louder than intended, suddenly confident and feeling in total control, Paula nearly spat out her drink! A younger couple dressed nicely across the room moved slowly toward Paula and myself. They introduced themselves as Andrew and Jude.
Then stutteringly said "My wife has never, well you know tasted a woman".
She was a pretty thing, blushing and clearly exited. "well, how about she gets down and eats her now then" Paula replied having recovered from my outburst.
Pretty little Jude with cheeks flushing slowly lowered to her knees. Decadently I sat on the sofa arm, spread my legs a bit, and started to sip my champagne whilst Jude started to lick me out. GOD it felt good. I felt powerful. I ran my fingers through her hair, I looked at her husband, he was staring mouth open.
"Andrew, I think she likes it" I could see the obvious bulge in his pants! "Why don't you fuck her while she eats me out?"
Like an excited boy he dropped his trousers (he was in such a hurry he nearly fell over!) and my oh my, what a whopper! He lined up behind her and entered her slowly, she made a grunting noise as he started stroking that massive cock into her, taking some time to work it in to her obviously stretchy fanny! It was the biggest cock I'd ever seen! Taking pity on Jude's rear assault I, again ran my free hand through her hair. Softly caressing her head, she was now working her tongue right up inside me. She looked up, our eyes met, I held her gaze for a minute then realized - I wanted that monster cock stretching me!
I pulled her head away and said "lay down Jude, lay down on the sofa" she did as instructed, her face looking flushed, wet and shiny (so that's what it looks like) and I got on top in the sixty-nine position "time for you to fuck me now big boy"
A grin crossed his face and he moved round behind and started to fill me with that beast of a cock whilst she sucked on my clit. It was divine, having already been well fucked I was able to accommodate him without too much effort but only just! After only a minute I came. Oh my, he stretched me and filled me. Carl had been watching, he now sidled over and with a grin held his cock in front of my face slowly stroking it back and forth. Then he moved forward and I eagerly took it in my mouth, he matched the pace of Andrew behind me and I was in heaven! Stretched pussy, full mouth and a tongue licking my clit.
Carl pulled out of my mouth disappointingly and lowered himself to the sofa, he spread Jude's legs and eased into her soaking wet pussy. I felt her pause momentarily but then continued. I now had a ringside view of his cock sliding in and out of her puffy swollen pussy. I started to rub her clit as he fucked her. Mmmm, what a view. I felt my next orgasm building and steadied myself for it. As I came I tensed and that must have squeezed Andrew's monster pole! He pulled out and announced he was coming. I span around and put my head with Jude's, he came over both our faces, I looked into her eyes and smiled. I was unaware that Carl had moved beside me, we stayed together while Carl added to Andrews spunky mess. I kissed her passionately whilst we took our second load on our faces.
We all moved and sat on the Sofa, As I sat I was again aware of the plug in my bum! Both Jude and I still covered in cum. I rested my hand on her pussy and slowly circling her clit we again took in the action around the room. The other couples were in the middle now, both women on their hands and knees being fucked doggy style Paula was in the middle turning occasionally so the ladies could each have a lick of her pussy. I knew the outcome of that sexy version of Russian roulette- a massive face full of lady cum! God I hoped it would be the arrogant black haired bitch!
To the left Hilary was riding Steve on a wing back chair with a look of absolute pleasure on her face. Just as I was beginning to feel high on the sexual vibe in the room Paula stiffened and let out a yell.
YES!! She sprayed her fabulous hot pussy juice straight into the face of black basque bitch! Her perfectly coiffured hair was soon a bedraggled wet mess and her face all wet and glossy with lady cum. I couldn't resist laughing. She stared at me going a crimson colour.
I got up and walked over. I kissed Paula, and I looked down at the mess Paula had made of the once elegant young lady. I moved toward her, her husband was still fucking her from behind but now in a near frenzy he hammered into her. I rubbed my hand over my chest collecting some of the cum that was still covering me and leaned down pushing my fingers into her mouth. A little surprised, after a few seconds she sucked them clean.
The other couple finished with a grunt as he came in his wife's pussy, she looked spent, about my age and quite pretty in a plain way, I helped her up. Seeing what I had just done this woman, obviously had felt inferior to the other now pushed her own fingers into her spunky pussy, withdrew them and then pushed them into the other woman's mouth, again she started to suck them clean. At the same time her husband pulled out of her and came over her bum cheeks.
Clearly not used to being the subject of others entertainment she got up quickly having turned crimson and moved off to the side grabbing a glass of champagne trying to re compose herself.
The other woman and I laughed! She said her name was Jane, she kissed me lightly and then walked back over to her husband. But I wasn't finished with the raven haired bitch yet. I wanted a little revenge for what she called me.
I moved over to the other sofa where the toys were, I picked up the biggest strap on I could see and after a quick look realized how it worked. Once I got it on I walked toward the black haired woman who was talking to her husband, he could see me moving in behind her. I moved close behind, put my arms around and cupped her dam near perfect tits. I kissed her neck and then leaned her forward. I had already put some lube on the shaft so the tip slipped in quite easily. I started to fuck her in a steady rhythm working more and more into her. It took a while, my, it was big and she was mewling and grunting with the force I was using.
"who's getting used now?" I said as I upped the pace to a frantic speed in and out of her, she let out a loud guttural sound as she came on my plastic prick. I pulled it out of her and she slumped down to the floor.
Her husband met my gaze and smiled. I walked back to Paula with a spring in my step.
"Look at you girl, baby's all grown up" she said as she put an arm round me, the other had dropped and stroked the shiny, still slick pole dangling between my legs.
"how about you give me a bit of that action" she said, then moved over to the chair in the corner. She bent over the arm, her shiny cat suit straining to keep everything tucked in and reached around, very rudely she looked over her shoulder, winked and her hands gripped her bum cheeks and pulled herself open. Well, I thought, it would be rude not to, so I moved in, she was nice and wet and my plastic fantastic cock was still slick, I started to fuck her slowly. My, my I'm not in Kansas anymore I thought to myself. I gripped her hips and started to fuck away.
Things started to wind down over the next little while and soon there was only Paula, Hilary, Carl and myself left. Paula took me in her arms and with a grin asked if I had had a good time. "Oh my god yes" I said beaming. We all sat on the sofa, and toasted ourselves and the fun we had all had. "I'm a well and truly converted sex slut now," I said raising my glass with a smile to Paula. "God I loved today!"
"Wait till you see what I've got planed next then," she replied with the most wicked of wicked grins imaginable...
Join me in chapter 4 for an absolutely decadent and debauched day along with a confrontation to resolve my future home life. Oh, and Paula becomes a right pain in the arse... Literally! | literotica |
Title: For the Sake of Peace Part 3-The Storm Breaks by Solario the Visored
Tags: Bulbasaur, Fingering, M/F, M/F/M, Orgy, Pikachu, Pokemon, Raichu, Vaginal, Vileplume, haunter
\*Looks at comments on Bayleef Party story\* "Okay, this is becoming embarrassing."
"No, sir, it's been embarrassing for quite some time, now."
So, yeah, deleted that one. It was just a mistake. I'll just store that away in the private collection of dumb shorts that'll never see the light of day. Here's the next installment of FtSoP, to make up for it. If you notice any spelling errors or missing tags, let me know and I'll see about fixing them. :P
**This story contains descriptions of Pokemon engaged in sexual activity.** If that sort of thing offends you, then stomp your whole self in. Then stomp your whole self out. Stomp your whole self in and stomp it all about. You do the Pony-Pokey and give a little shout! That's what I'm talkin' about. o3o
Disclaimer: **I do not own Pokemon** or anything related to that franchise, though the individual characters depicted are mine.
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**Pokemon Island, River Region...**
Sear climbed out from his home and stretched. The Pikachu lived in a hollowed out pile of logs on the banks of the river that ran through the forested part of the island. As usual, all was fairly quiet by the river. A few Butterfree fluttered among the canopy, just over their free-hanging Metapod cousins.
Sear inhaled through his nose, taking in the scent of late morning trees and water. The flowing river created a pleasant, constant sound that seemed to invite him to go back inside, curl up, and sleep. Sear would have none of that. Filled with the energy of one still in his relative youth, the Pikachu padded quickly to the river and took a quick drink. Wiping his muzzle, Sear looked around for anything unusual about the day. Seeing nothing strange to distract him, the mouse pokemon went into his usual routine. He *ran*.
Sear was fast. Perhaps one of the fastest pokemon on the island. He had heard of Rapidash and Dodrio on the island who may be faster, but he had never seen them. It didn't matter, really; the Pikachu didn't run competitively, he just loved the feeling of moving quickly. As he ran, his fur caught the late morning dew and caused small sparkles to fall behind him, like a trail of stardust. Other pokemon often found it impressive, though Sear tried not be a showoff.
After a minute of running, the yellow blur approached a well-known spot by the river. It was the home of a revered and wise Vileplume who lived in the shadow of a rock formation that many said resembled a strange pokemon. As he approached, Sear found that his senses confused somewhat. Normally, the Pikachu would see a pillar of Vileplume's strange, thick smoke curling up through the trees, smell her odd, alluring scent as he drew closer. Now, it was not Sear's eyes or nose that percieved activity, but his ears. There was a commotion near the Cubone Rock.
Changing course, Sear angled his dash toward the river. To get to the scene, he would have to cross the river. With his velocity, it ws a fairly simple task; just run, aim for a narrower section of river, and jump. The mouse pokemon fairly flew over the slow-running water to the opposite bank, drawing the attention of a few Poliwag beneath him in the water. Sear quickly came to a stop at the outskirts of a slowly growing crowd of assorted pokemon. Poliwag, Psyduck, Slowpoke, and Slowbro gathered around the spot where Vileplume could often be found rooted, as Magikarp and Shellder peered up at the scene from the water and Butterfree fluttered overhead, chattering in their high-pitched voices. Over the crowd, Sear could see the strangely-shaped Cubone Rock. He had never met a Cubone, and couldn't really see the pokemon in the stone formation, but he never really stopped long enough to ponder it. It was only now that the Pikachu stopped to look around the area.
All of the pokemon gathered around were shouting and talking excitedly. Sear could only hear small snippets of sentances through the cacophony. "-terrible! She's-" "-could have happened to her? Did-" "-was the last to see her-" The small, yellow rodent tried to push his way through the crowd, to little success. Sear was unused to finding this much resistance when trying to get somewhere, and decided to back off and find another way around. As he started padding around the crowd, Sear noticed a familiar face. Standing at the back of the crowd was a Bulbasaur, one of the relatively few of their kind that made their home here by the river. This Bulbasaur, named Sal, was Sear's long-time friend.
The Pikachu called to the plant pokemon, who turned on his four short legs to face him. Sal nodded for Sear to come over. As soon as he was close enough to be heard over the ambient voices, Sear asked his friend, "What's all the commotion? Did something happen with Vileplume?"
Sal gazed at Sear with his large, red eyes. "Something happened, all right: She's disappeared!" Sear blinked incredulously. He had never heard of Vileplume going anywhere! She always just stayed in her accustomed place by Cubone Rock. The Bulbasaur sighed. "Yup. Completely gone without a trace. They found she was missing earlier this morning, when someone had come to ask her advice. So far, nobody knows what coud have happened..."
Just then, the air was split by a loud, keening sound. All the pokemon nearby flinched and fell silent. They all turned toward the culprit. A trio of Porygon sat nearby, looking out over the crowd. The one in front, a large specimen who called itself Prime-Zero, lowered his head after unleashing its Screech. It then addressed the crowd in a voice that seemed strange, artificial somehow. It unnerved Sear somewhat, but he listened nonetheless. "Individual forms of the River Region of Pokemon Island," it began in its formal way, "this one understands your confusion. The Vileplume-form has been abducted by assailants sometime in the recent nocturnal cycle." A murmur ran through the crowd. Some pokemon (mostly Slowpoke) had trouble grasping the Porygon's strange way of talking, and had to turn to their companions for help understanding. Prime-Zero continued, unaware or uncaring if it was understood. "At approximately midnight of this last nocturnal cycle, this one detected a rise in the ambient electromagnetic energy in the vecinity of the river. This leads this one to believe that the most viable culprits in this abduction are forms of the electrical element." The other Porygon nodded their strange, angular heads, voicing their agreement. "Concurred." "Well-stated."
The pokemon started talking excitedly to each other. "What did he say?" "He said some electric types took Vileplume!" "Where did they take her, though?" A few suspicious glances were cast at Sear, but he just held up his paws defensively. Prime-Zero spoke again, causing the assembly to quiet down again, lest the normal-type release another deafening Screech. "The Sear-form is not to be blamed for this misdeed. That one was unconcious in that one's residence down the river at the time of the spike in energy. This one surmises that the culprits originated from the direction of the Tunnel Region, and the power plant therein."
This brought up a whole new wave of excited and now angry chattering. Many of the pokemon wanted to launch an immediate invasion of the tunnels, but others argued that the pokemon there were mostly ground and other electric types; an invasion would not be easy. Besides, what if the Porygon was wrong? Finally, a Poliwag jumped up onto a moss-covered rock and shouted out to the assembly, "We need leadership for this, everyone! We need to ask the strongest one on the river! We need Nardu!" There was a sudden rush of agreement.
"But, who's gonna talk to him?" asked a Psyduck, who sat waist-deep in the shallows of the river. This calmed the pokemon a bit. It was true, Nardu the Venusaur was the most powerful pokemon in the region, but he was also the scariest, as well as the least likely to help others without a good reason. After casting about for a minute, eyes began to fall on Sal, the only grass-type in attendance.
The Bulbasaur blinked and started to shuffle backward. "I-I can't talk to him! You don't know what he's like! He would..." Sal trailed off, apparently not wanting to discuss out loud the reprocussions of disturbing Nardu unbidden. The other pokemon started a mixture of pleading and scolding.
Sal felt a touch to his side. He looked over and saw Sear. The Pikachu looked his friend in the eye and said, "Sal, the river needs Vileplume. You gotta talk to Nardu for us. You're the only one he might listen to."
The grass-type drew in a deep breath, then sighed, nodding. "All right. I'll... I'll go and see Nardu..." The other pokemon cheered as Sal turned on his stumpy legs and walked off toward the home of the powerful Venusaur that nearly ruled the river. Sear watched him go with a slight pang of guilt. Surely Nardu wasn't *that* scary...was he?
**In the Tunnel Region...**
Rade watched as Pikachu began to fill the room. Aside from himself and Letta, who stood next to him, there were some twenty Pikachu in the chamber. In the center of the room sat the egg, bright yellow with black markings adorning it. Behind Rade floated Haunter, and behind him was the cage. There sat Vileplume, looking almost regal as she watched the proceedings in stoic silence.
As the last of the Pikachu filed into the room, many of them male, but a neccessary few female, the doors closed, and Rade held out his paws, addressing the crowd. "My people! Finally, the time has come! The day has arrived when we will rise up out of these murky dwellings and take control of this wretched island!" Many of the Pikachu cheered. Some cheers were more subdued from others, these from those who secretly did not share Rade's vision of conquest. Rade was in high enough spirits that he decided that this insolence could be overlooked. "That's right," he continued, "We will finally assume our rightful place as rulers of Pokemon Island with the help of our new 'tool'..." He gestured toward the egg, drawing attention to it. Few dared guess what was inside. Some knew, or thought they knew but hoped they were wrong.
Rade swept out his paws again. "And so, let there be no further hesitation! We have awaited our reward long enough! Commence the ceremony!" Here, he nodded to Haunter, who drifted around to where Vileplume rested within the cage. Haunters semisolid body passed easily through the cage bars, and he was in with her. He drifted close enough that only she could hear his whispered words.
"Your part in this little party is easy, flower. You just start pumping out that Sweet Scent of yours, and everything will go smoothly."
Vileplume did not look at Haunter. She sat in her spot on the floor of the cage and spoke softly. "I will not take any part in your mad rituals. I know what is in that egg, and I will not be responsible for its release."
Haunter chuckled at this. "Heheh, fine. You want to do this the hard way, we can do it the hard way..." He then floated around her large, blue body, his own form shaded by the plant pokemon's huge petals. Using trickery known only to ghost pokemon, Haunter became one with Vileplume's shadow, in physical body becoming incorporeal. In this new state, he reached out with his disembodied hands and began to caress Vileplume's body. She didn't move or make any indication that she knew she was being touched, but Haunter knew she was very aware. His hands slid all over her small arms and down, across her hips. Then, when one hand reached across, tracing its feeling of movement toward the grass-type's sex, at that moment did Vileplume move.
She attempted to swat his hand away, but in his shadow-melded form, Haunter could not be touched. However, he could certainly touch *her*. His finger came into contact with Vileplume's lips and traced around them delicately. She again tried to push him away, but only succeeded in flailing slightly at the air. Haunter's questing digit entered her then, sliding into her folds with ghostly ease. Vileplume inhaled sharply as her nether region was violated. A small whisp of pinkish powder coughed up from the center of her blossom. Haunter's mouth twisted into a wicked smile as he began to work first one, then another finger into Vileplume's body. As he stimulated her sex, Vileplume moaned as her flower began to expel more of the powder into the air. It soon reached where Rade and Letta stood.
Letta wrinkled her nose slightly at the strange smell. It was incredibly sweet-smelling, andshe guessed that Rade had found a way to force a grass-type to unleash its Sweet Scent technique. Rade grinned devilishly as the powder began to pour across the floor, slowly filling up the room. As she watched, Letta could see the effect it was having; Pikachu started to get glazed looks in their eyes, started to touch themselves or their companions. As she observed a male lean over and give a female a long, lusty lick to her neck, Letta realized with a slight start that her own paw had wandered to her nether lips, which were growing increasingly moist. *So this is what Sweet Scent does to pokemon who get locked in a room with it,* she thought.
Suddenly, Rade grabbed Letta by the paw and swung her to face him. His face was a vision of lust and greed. Letta glanced down and quickly confirmed what he had in store for her. She didn't resist; she had taken too many beatings trying to resist the Raichu in the past. She knew it was best to just let him have his way. Besides, with the Vileplume's powder filling her head and fogging up her senses, part of Letta actually *wanted* it to happen. That part of her quivered and dripped as Rade's paw touched it.
As the more evolved pokemon guided Letta to the floor, she looked over and saw that many of the other Pikachu in the room had taken similar notions. Because there were fewer females than males, the ladies soon found themselves being caressed, groped, and licked by two or three males at a time. A few females found themselves pinned to the ground by the more impatient males, who wasted no time in forcing their erect members roughly into the most convenient orifice. The room began to fill with moans of pleasure and gasps of lust as the whole chamber started to degrade into a massive orgy.
Haunter continued to use his fingers to pry at Vileplume's folds, eliciting sharp gasps and groans from the grass-type, who continued to reflexively spew Sweet Scent into the air. Letta, meanwhile, was now on all fours, bracing herself on her paws as Rade positioned his large cock at her entrance. The Raichu leaned over the smaller pokemon, his body weight pressing on her. Through the Sweet Scent, she could smell his masculine arousal, a scent she had become very familiar with. Rade whispered into Letta's ear, clear enough that she could understand him through the fog of arousal created by the powder. "Say it, my love. Tell me the words you know I love to hear..."
Letta knew what he meant. In times gone by, she would never have dreamed of saying such things to the runty little Pikachu that constantly fawned over her. Now, however, after having been forced to it so many times, and with the heavy, horny male on top of her, and with the Sweet Scent filling her lungs and overriding her brain, Letta had little problem bringing herself to tell the lie. "I want you, Rade. Please take me. Mate me hard in that glorious way that only you can." This response was all Rade needed to join the party, and soon Letta was grunting and pushing back with her legs into the Raichu's heavy thrusts.
The entire room had become a collective orgy of drug-fueled sex. Pikachu were thrusting and moaning and groping with wild abandon, and Haunter was still performing his best with Vileplume. Part of the ghost-type's brain made him resent his lack of a libido or even olfactroy senses at this moment, but it didn't matter. He was having fun simply tesing this flowery female. With his clear senses, however, Haunter was able to notice something interesting. He had long been aware that many electric-type pokemon gathering in one place could cause electrical surges, but had never actually experienced such an event firsthand. Now, as the collective arousal of the Pikachu filling the room built toward a crescendo, he began to notice that the room was building up with a different kind of energy. *Electrical* energy, he realized. The sex-crazed Pikachu were emitting a steady flow of electrical energy from their bodies mid-coitus. As their passion grew, so too did the energy surge. The energy crackled visibly in some places as electrical sparks. Many of these sparks flowed over the egg at the center of the chamber.
It was another minute before Haunter noticed the other connection. As he worked his fingers into Vileplume's depths again, she realeased another wave of Sweet Scent, and with that wave, the Pikachu redoubled their efforts. Haunter realized with a grin that Vileplume's pleasure was linked directly to the pleasure of everyone else in the room. He knew then how he was to complete his job. Haunter shoved a third finger into Vileplume's passageway and started thrusting the digits in and out of her at a rapid pace. Vileplume groaned. More Sweet Scent flowed. Pikachu moaned in bliss.
Finally, the ghost-type sensed a fast-building tension in the plant pokemon. He shifted his hand so that his fingers were penetrating at maximum depth. Vileplume cried out in ecstacy as her orgasm crashed upon her. As this happened, she unleashed a final, heavy wave of powder unto the Pikachu. As the orgasmic Sweet Scent washed over them, the Pikachu found their own climaxes. Moans turned to cries of passion and semen flowed freely into the waiting vaginas, tailholes, and mouths of the females. Rade himself gave a triumphant cry. "Yes...*yes*... **YES!!!**" He thrust once more into the female beneath him and released his load. Letta could do nothing but lay still and tremble as her own orgasm flowed through her body, clenching her pussy around the Raichu's large shaft.
As the collective orgasm was carried out, the Pikachu colony and single Raichu let out a wave of renewed electrical energy. This energy was repulsed by the polarized walls and reflected through the room. As wave after wave of electricity washed over the center of the chamber, the egg seemed to draw it in, absorbing the power into its shell. Then, as the last of the final surge was absorbed and most of the pokemon were left to enjoy their shared afterglow, Rade looked up expectantly at the ovoid shape that had absorbed the power of twenty or so Pikachu orgasming in synch.
The egg began to glow with a bright yellow-white light as electrical sparks began to shoot across the floor from where it rested. Rade raised his paws and laughed in triumph as the egg started to rise into the air on its own power, cracks forming in its shell. Then, with a flash and a sound like a crack of thunder, the egg burst, sending sparking, electrified shell fragments scattering throughout the room. From within the shell had burst forth the ultimate instrument of destruction and conquest, the tools that would spread Rade's power across the whole of Pokemon Island.
Zapdos, the Titan of Lightning, was reborn. | FSE |
Title: The Club-Breaking, and Isaak's Training by draconicon
Tags: Anal, Bear, Character Development, Chemical Use, M/M, Polar Bear, Scat, Watersports
Warning, this story is both stronger in fetish and stronger in emotion than the previous story. If you didn't like it, I doubt you'll like this one. Again, do not read if the tags aren't things that appeal to you. Do not read if you are less than legal age. And, as a thing to point out, this story needs a tag for vomit, as it wasn't included in the available choices.
Seriously, do not read if you are in those requirements.
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Isaak smiled at the bear cub as he slumped over as the sedative took effect. It was so cute that he felt like chuckling, but this was serious that he managed to keep himself from doing it. A cub for a sex slave...who would have thought about it, in this day and age? Only Draconicon, that was for sure, and only that scaly would be able to think of a way to keep the club's owner off of their backs about it.
Leaning down, he picked up the handcuffed cub, and looked at his fellow bar manager. "Where should I take him until he wakes up? I don't think either of us have enough room at our places, and if anyone watched him tonight, our homes would be the first place they'd look, other than here." The dragon paused for a moment to think, and smiled. This time, Isaak had to chuckle, his large belly rolling at the mischievous look on the dragon's face. "Oh, I can tell you've got one hell of an idea, Dracon. What is it?"
The dragon chuckled a little bit, and waved for Isaak to follow him. Isaak followed with a smile, the unconscious cub in his arms. Despite the tight hallways they walked through to the back of the club, the polar bear's fat belly somehow managed to squeeze through. It rode up his body and made his belly bulge out in the front, as well as raising the cub almost up to his chin level, but he managed to fit.
He followed the dragon on to a room that he hadn't seen in the back of the club before. Its door would have made a bank vault jealous, just from the size and spoked wheel on the front of it. Even more than that, there were several other security features, including a numbered password pad, a retina scanner, and even a pawprint reader. So much security covered the door that it tempted Isaak to believe that something roughly equivalent to a city budget lay behind the door.
"When the hell did we get something like this, Draconicon? I thought the club was broke," Isaak said, adjusting the cub in his arms.
"I invested some of my own money into this thing," the dragon said as he started rapidly tapping out a code on one pad, and having another read his pawprint. "It makes for a very good place to keep some toys when you wait to have your turn with them," he explained as he opened the door.
Inside was a totally white room, with a five foot depression in the middle of it. There were no lights in the room, and the walls appeared soundproofed. Just opening it let out a wave of heat and moisture, giving an example of the heat that was contained in the room.
"Hey, I've heard of these things," Isaak said with a chuckle. "Sensory deprivation rooms, right?"
"Right. Anything in there can't see anything, can't hear anything from the outside. They're exposed to desert level heat, so they get sweat soaked in minutes, and the only things they'll be able to smell or taste would be themselves, and their wastes," the dragon said with a small chuckle. "I've tested it on a few people. It makes them so much easier to break down to what you want them to be."
Isaak nodded in understanding, having been put in a water based chamber like that himself. It was relative torture, if you didn't expect it, or weren't used to it, but it certainly broke down the resistance that most people had against being molded to someone's purpose. It had the side effect of making the person locked in there utterly filthy as well, from sweat and urine and shit, but that was a bonus, as far as he was concerned.
"So, how long do you want to leave the boy in there? I don't think we can really wait too long to start his training, but if we don't get him broken well enough, there's no way that we can get him trained," Isaak said as he slowly lowered the cub into the room.
The dragon chuckled a bit as he closed the room, and said, "One week. One week should be enough to get that starving cub to start accepting reality as a slave."
Isaak couldn't help staring at the number. A week in that chamber would be like a month on the rack in another institution. He'd tried being in a sensory deprivation chamber before, and he'd barely lasted a day and a half before he'd begged to be let out.
For a moment, the polar bear felt tempted to ask his partner to go easy on the cub. For a moment.
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Damo slowly started to wake up, groaning as he did. His eyes still closed, he rubbed his head, trying to relieve the pain of a headache. "Ugh, whatever I ate, whatever it was, I won't be touching it again. No food is worth this headache," he muttered under his breath. He slowly opened his eyes.
And closed them again before forcing them open. There was absolutely no difference between the way things looked with his eyes open or closed. Even worse, he couldn't even feel anything other than the floor he sat on. "Where...where the hell am I?" the cub muttered to himself as he pushed himself to what he hoped was an upright position.
As he got to his feet, he shuffled forward, his hands outstretched. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he yelled, flinching as the sound came back at him twice as loud, forcing him to cover his ears.
The sound rose and fell for a few minutes before finally fading away, though to where was not apparent to him. Extending his arms out in front of himself again, he felt his way forward, his feet shuffling lightly over the smooth floor, until he touched the wall. Nodding to himself, he slowly paced down the wall, counting off the space until he reached the other side, and then did the same for the next wall.
After counting that off in his head, Damo realized he was in a pitch black room that only measured five feet by five feet. The walls felt perfectly smooth, and he couldn't find a seam that would indicate a door or anything like that.
It felt like he was trapped in there, completely, with no way out.
"Its fine, its okay," Damo muttered to himself as he slid down the wall, curling up in a fetal position. Gripping his legs tightly, he closed his eyes again. "It's okay, it's okay. So it's dark, and there's no way out. It's like an alley, just a dark alleyway. Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong," he muttered under his breath as he barely kept himself from rocking back and forth. "I'll be out of here soon, nothing's wrong. Those guys want me as a slave, right? They want me to be sex slave for them...means they'll let me out soon to do that...I'll be out soon, nothing's wrong..."
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Hours passed, days passed with the bear cub not seeing so much as a pinpoint of light, and as each second ticked past, the darkness gained more and more pressure. It pressed against him more and more, and at times it almost felt like it was holding him right against the walls of the small room.
Worse than that, however, was the smell that built up in the room. His own sweaty, musky body odor strengthened in the heat of the room, and the sweat matted his fur down until all the fine poofiness he'd worked to keep on the streets was gone. His clothes were long gone, so there wasn't even a chance that he could soak up some of his stench with that.
But the worst thing of all happened when he found out that he couldn't hold his bladder and bowels anymore.
It felt worse than when the grownups had given him those laxatives, making him shit in front of them, because he knew that he was going to mess himself. At least out there, there was the choice of doing it in a container, and then having it sealed away. In here, he couldn't tell where he was in the room at any given time, and there was almost a hundred percent chance that he would get it on him at some point or another. Even if he didn't, he would have to deal with the smell of shit and piss all over the floor.
Damo held his waste in for as long as he could, for what felt like another day, but was really only about six hours. When he could no longer hold it, he cried as he squatted down. His hole stretched out heavily as log after log pushed out in a rush, his bowels eager to empty themselves completely of what had been held in them for so long. It fell to the floor, not in a neat pile, but here and there, bouncing and rolling on the floor. At least a third of it got pressed against his feet, pressed against them and clumping against the fur and the pads. "Gross, gross, gross," Damo muttered to himself as the wet farts and sounds of shit falling from his hole continued.
Bent over as if he were nothing but a wild bear taking a dump, he lost control of his bladder as well. The tip of his sheath opened with the force of his pissing, and hit Damo in the face before he was aware of it. Grunting and pulling his head back enough to get out of the way, he nevertheless could smell his piss mixing with the sweat covering his fur, and staining him with the scent already. There was no way to get rid of the smell.
The flow of piss and shit continued, both pooling on the ground on different sides of the room. The tinkling sound of the urine splashing on the wall mixed with the wet slap of his crap against the ground, making a disgusting symphony of bodily waste. "Never gonna get this out of my fur," the little cub muttered to himself.
Falling on his butt and smooshing down the pile of poop as he finally ran out of both wastes, he winced and curled his arms around his legs, just trying to forget about what was happening with him, trying to forget and ignore the way that part of his body...the part between his legs...was getting hard from everything that had just happened.
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Isaak watched the little cub every day through the night vision cameras that were installed in the ceiling of the small room, smiling at the way the little guy looked. Despite how skinny he was, the little bear cub was so sexy with whatever he did that the polar bear couldn't help but jerk off as he watched. The whole week had been little more than a jerk-off session for him as he watched the naked cub just move around the cell.
Draconicon had watched as well, but his interest had been more of a scientific nature, just watching for the signs of breaking in the cub, as far as Isaak knew. However, even he had gotten rather horny when the cub had started shitting over his feet and pissing in the cell.
"Man, that was a fun little mutual pawing session," Isaak muttered to himself with a fond smile for the memory.
The little cub had been in the sensory deprivation room for six whole days, and it was starting to approach noon, on the seventh day, when the dragon seemed to decide that the cub had been broken enough. "That's long enough, I think," Draconicon said, tapping the screen as the cub continued to stare blankly at the wall across from him. "He'll be happy enough to see the light, to hear another voice, that he'll do just about anything now," the dragon said.
Isaak smiled, standing up from his chair. "So, does that mean you want me to start educating our little sex slave to be?" he asked, his head cocked to the side, eager as could be.
"Yes," the dragon said, sitting down in the chair his partner had vacated. "Keep in mind, though, I'll be watching, so don't get off tangent, and don't hold back. It will just hurt him later, if you're too gentle now," he warned, giving Isaak a bit of a glare before turning his eyes back to the screen.
"Yeah, yeah...but I'm still gonna have fun," the polar bear muttered as he left the security room at the back of the bar.
The dragon watched the screen as if he'd not heard his partner, but shook his head as he muttered, "Have all the fun you want, Isaak, but if you screw up this slave, I'm gonna make sure you go down harder than you ever did out on the streets. I pulled you out, and I can put you back."
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Damo rocked back and forth in the darkness, almost to the point of whimpering by now. The only thing holding him back from that was the thought of those grownups opening the door and seeing him like that. "No way, no way are they gonna see me l-like that," he stammered softly to himself in the darkness. He barely felt able to move from the pressure the darkness exuded, feeling almost like a ton of bricks pressed against him.
"Come on, come on...some light...just give me some light, please, dear God let me have some light!"
Almost as if it were on cue, a wall of the darkness was pushed away, and almost painfully bright light hit him right on the face. Shading his eyes, Damo peered through his fingers at a shape in the light, unable to tell who it was. Despite that, he was thankful beyond belief that he was going to get let out of here. He couldn't have taken another minute, let alone another hour or day.
"Please...just let me...out...I can't take anymore..." Damo whispered as he tried to push himself to his feet. His paws squelched as they pressed into a log of shit, and he groaned softly as he slowly made his way up. He'd come into the room filthy, and he was leaving it filthier, he knew. "Please...I'll do whatever...you want...just let me out!" he pleaded.
The shaded figure didn't move for a moment. It merely stared down at him, as if considering his request. It did, however, eventually move, which was all that Damo cared about.
Stumbling through the room towards the light, Damo's footsteps squelched wetly with the shit that still clung to them, and in normal times, this would have made him blush, or at least try to wipe them off. But these were far from normal times, and his...captors? Masters?...seemed to prefer him as filthy as possible.
As the bear cub reached the clean floor outside of the room, he fell to the ground, kissing it gently. "Never...never again...no more darkness...no more emptiness..." he muttered softly, panting in relief of being free from the room.
"Well, that could easily be arranged, so long as you do well with your training," the figure behind him said. Damo could tell it was the polar bear, by the voice. "Now, get up. You got two big things to learn from me, and the first I want to make sure you learn quickly. That way, the second thing will be easier for you," Isaak added.
Damo just lay on the floor for a few minutes, getting his breath, and his sanity, back. He barely even heard the words the adult bear said. He just felt incredibly grateful to be out of the dark room. He knew that he would do anything to stay out of it.
When he still hadn't said anything for about ten minutes, Isaak sighed and pulled Damo to his feet. "Come on, get a grip. It could have been a month in there, if Draconicon had thought he had more time to keep you in there. But we're on a time limit here, so a week was all that we could spare. Now, come on, let's get started," the polar bear said as he half carried, half walked the younger bear into another back room of the club.
As soon as the door shut, silence fell in the room, showing it to be as soundproofed as the dark room. The walls were lined with red wall paper, with some pink and red pillows dotting the seats and couches around the room. In the center was a small fountain, with twinkling water coming out of it. Damo looked around at it and gaped at the beauty of the room, contrasted with the seediness of the main room of the club, and with the way that he felt.
"Don't worry, little cub. Acts back here can be as filthy or as clean as the customer likes. But today, its gonna be pretty filthy," Isaak said as he walked over to one of the couches, pulling out a small bottle of pills. "You see these? They are emetics, something you probably haven't heard of bef-"
"Pills that make me throw up?!" Damo stared at the older bear again. "You're gonna make me start throwing up now? You mean there are freaks out there that like watching that?!"
Isaak blinked a little bit, and nodded. "Quite a few actually, and since not many clubs boast having someone like that, you're going to draw in quite a few customers," the polar bear said. Holding the pill bottle out to the cub, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did with you before, but we had to get that done quickly. Now, will you just take the pills, please? I really want to get this going."
Damo hesitated as he walked closer, his hand slightly reached out. "If I take these...you're just gonna watch me puke, right? You won't, like, swallow it or anything, or make me do that with yours?" he asked, his eyes going from the pill bottles to the white furred face.
The older bears brown eyes stared right into Damo's for a few seconds, and nodded. "You just puke where I point, and then we'll move right along to the second thing. And so long as you make sure your vomit hits the right spots, the second lesson will be a lot easier. I promise," Isaak said. He shook the bottle a bit, and then put two small pills in Damo's paw. "Just swish these down, and then we'll wait for about ten minutes for them to take effect."
That was easy enough. Grabbing a bit of the cool water from the fountain and holding it in his paw, Damo swallowed the pills and water quickly, and sat down on one of the couches beside the older bear. He stayed quiet, holding a paw on his belly, rubbing it as he wondered how long those pills would take to work. "Um...where are you gonna...you know...have me puke?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I almost forgot," Isaak muttered. Standing up from the couch, he shucked off his pants and his shirt in a flash to the surprise of the cub still on the couch. Sitting down and pulling on his sheath a little bit, Isaak patted his belly and gestured to his groin. "Just make sure it gets all over my belly and sheath, and my cock. Trust me, it will help."
Damo wasn't sure whether to believe Isaak or not, but the bigger bear was being a lot kinder than the last time he had seen him. Maybe he felt a little guilty about what he had done, after all? "I-if you say so," he muttered, curling up a little tighter around himself to hide his own sheath.
"Come on, cub," Isaak said, pushing the brown bear's legs apart a little bit. "Hiding yourself isn't a good way to make people treat you better. If you work back here, you need to be completely open to the customers purchasing your time. Otherwise, you're gonna make them mad, and angry customers will hurt yo-"
Damo blushed as Isaak stopped talking, knowing what he was staring at. His sheath and balls were a little swollen, the former with arousal, the second with unspent cum. In the dark room, he hadn't felt a need to jerk off, and so his balls had kept filling up, more and more until they had almost tripled in size. They felt so full, and they hung down to almost his mid thighs.
"Oh...I see why you might hide those," Isaak said, reaching down and fondling them with his blunt claws, to Damo's embarrassment. His prick started slowly edging out of his sheath, hardening as it went, and spilling pre already. Isaak chuckled a bit as he continued to stroke his own meat, looking down at the cub's dick. "Though I don't see why you'd want to hide that, I really don't."
Damo stayed still as his cock was stroked, not wanting to provoke the older bear...and not wanting the good feeling to end. He had stroked himself off before, but it hadn't been near as good as this, or how it felt when he was milked for cum when they'd first got him. But this, this was better than any of that, because the other guy was actually seeming to take his time with it.
"Ugh...uhhh...sir...this...this feels so good!" he grunted as his little hips started humping into the polar bear's paw.
Chuckling hard enough to make ripples spread out over his heavily furred gut, Isaak sped up the stroking of both their cocks. "Yeah, it always feels better when its another's hand down there," he said. Hearing a gurgle from the younger boy's belly, though, he pulled his paw back. "Sounds like your belly is about ready to upchuck. Ready?"
Damo nodded nervously, getting up shakily. Moving across the couch, he held his head over Isaak's belly, his stomach already heaving and his throat tightening down.
"Aim."
Damo shivered over Isaak's body, his whole body shaking as he held back his stomach's urge to completely empty itself. He rocked back and forth, his arms shaking, barely able to support him. Were these emetics or super emetics?!
"Shoot!" Isaak commanded, holding the younger bear up by the chest.
And boy, did Damo shoot. His mouth dropped open, and what little was left in his stomach that was solid came out with a vengeance. Mostly a brown liquid, the cub's vomit had little bits of yellow and orange speckled through it, almost as if it were a dark facsimile of easter egg paint.
Due to the lack of food during his time in the dark room, Damo's stomach couldn't let loose anything solid, but that didn't stop the young bear from puking a lot of liquid. Almost acidic in smell and feel, it splattered all over the polar bear's belly, spreading in rivulets down his sides. The brown stained the white fur, sinking in immediately as if from a paint brush.
"Ah, yes Damo, that's good," Isaak grunted, his cock pulsing lightly, hard and throbbing as he adjusted the cub's aim. The spewing junk of Damo's belly slowly spread down from the polar's bulging belly down over his hips, and slowly reached his sheath, cock, and balls. The brownish stain continued soaking into his fur, and Isaak groaned with pleasure with each spurt of vomit that left the little cub's mouth.
The vomit even seeped into Isaak's sheath, and he seemed to show no end of pleasure with that development. Squeezing his sheath around his cock, he groaned in heady pleasure at the way that felt, barely seeming to remember to hold Damo's body up.
A few minutes by Isaak's reckoning, a few hours by Damo's, the cub's stomach stopped heaving, and he was able to lie down on again. It was over Isaak's vomit soaked lap, with the stench and liquid that hadn't been soaked up by the polar bear's fur soaking into his chest, but at least he wasn't puking anymore.
Panting in soft relief from the lack of pain in his belly, Damo looked up at the polar bear. "What...what next, sir?" he asked.
Damo started to worry a little bit when Isaak hesitated, and stiffened up on the bear's lap. He was still weak, but he could move. Maybe he could get out of here now? No, that dragon was still in the club somewhere, he was sure, and he couldn't get out of here when that dragon was here. Besides...it wasn't so bad with Isaak. He was kind enough to be honest, and he was being nice enough to let him rest now. Maybe the next lesson wouldn't be so bad.
"The next lesson is anal sex."
Or maybe it would be good. Damo looked up a little bit at Isaak, cocking his head to the side a little bit. "Um...does that feel a bit like fingering your ass?" he asked.
Isaak seemed to cheer up a little bit, and nodded. "A little bit, but a person's cock is a lot thicker than a finger, and it's a lot longer too. Its definitely a favorite with the people around this neighborhood, too, so you need to get used to taking cocks up that backside of yours." He slowly lifted Damo off of his lap, showing his vomit slickened cock. "That's why I wanted you to do the vomit first, so that my cock could be slicker. Understand?"
Damo did, and nodded in response. "So, where do you want to fuck me?" he asked, showing a bit of excitement for this. He giggled a bit, even, as he stood up from the couch. "Couch, floor, fountain?"
The polar bear chuckled a bit at the younger bear, and got up off of the couch, setting him back on it. "You just hang onto the back of the couch, and make sure you don't slide off. I'll do the rest," Isaak said with a smile, turning Damo's head to look the other way.
Damo grinned as he wiggled his shit covered buttcheeks at the older bear before it was held immobile by Isaak's paws. Oh, he had wondered how this had felt for a long time, ever since he'd seen his daddy take it up the ass from a stranger before he died. His daddy had looked so happy having a dick up his hole, and now he'd feel how it felt.
Those paws on his ass kneaded the cheeks, and he giggled a bit as his hole was exposed. He felt it puckering as those strong polar bear claws rubbed over it. As Isaak breathed over it, though, Damo almost squeeled in happiness, giggling a bit as the hot breath played over his hole.
"Yeah, Draconicon's gonna love this hole later," he heard Isaak mutter quietly behind him. "Now, relax, little cub. This is gonna hurt a little bit," Isaak said as Damo felt him press something hard and wet against his hole. "Gonna fuck you good, little bear, but you're gonna love it too, aren't you?"
Damo didn't even get a chance to answer as Isaak's cockhead speared through his hole, powering inwards at a fast rate. Muffling a shout of pain against the top of the couch, Damo's ass tried to push the cock back out, as if taking a shit, and this kept it from ripping him apart. Isaak's cock had to be at least two inches wide, to feel like this in his hole.
"Oooooh, yes, such a tight hole...you might have fingered yourself, cub, but you're definitely a virgin," Isaak muttered. Damo felt the cock pulling out a bit before it was shoved in, even further this time. Instead of muffling a yell of pain this time, though, he had to use the couch to keep a yelp of pleasure from coming out. The next thrust brought pleasure even harder to muffle, and the next one harder still.
The older bear's thrusting got harder and harder, even as the last of his cock's eight inches of length slipped into the cub. Each thrust was harder than the last, Isaak's body slowly creeping over Damo's back as they fucked with the ferocity of the ferals that their species had once been. Isaak grunted over the cub's back, huffing and grunting in Damo's ears, pre shooting into the cub's rear faster and harder as the session went on.
For Damo's part, this was altogether the best feeling he'd ever gone through. His hole was battered, and soaked with the older bear's pre, and his prostate was under constant assault. Underneath his belly, his cock bounced off his flat stomach with each thrust, and his own pre was splattering all over the couch, marking it with his sex scent. His groans and moans of pleasure filled the air and mixed with Isaak's voice, creating a sexual symphony, with the thrusting percussion, the moaning chorals, and the squeaking couch as the strings.
He wanted it to last forever.
But it only lasted for five more minutes, as the older bear came hard in Damo's ass, filling it, bombarding the prostate with shot after shot of pre from the overly filled balls of the polar bear. In turn, this triggered Damo's climax, shooting over the couch. Ropes of cum, thick and almost solid at points, splattered over the red cushions, further polluting the once clean room. Just as Isaak had hoped.
As his own climax overwhelmed him, Damo slid down on the couch and off of Isaak's cock. He panted softly, exhausted from the fucking and from the lack of food, and wanting so badly to fall asleep. As he slowly drifted off, the door to the room slammed open.
In the light from the hall stood a hippo in a suit, one that was too small and allowed a gut bigger than Isaak's to hang out. "What the hell is going on here?! Isaak, explain why you're breaking my rules!"
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There's chapter two of this story, and as a warning, things are only going to get stronger, more disgusting, and more difficult for this little cub. Will he survive this? We'll find out, won't we? Anyway, comment and rate, if you can. I always love comments. Just take a few seconds out of your day and tell me how I did. | FSE |
Tags: Belly Inflation, Breast Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, water
Text: "Dementia! Come here! I want to show you something!"
"What do you want? I'm busy!"
"I just wanted to show you a project I've been working on."
"What are you up to this time?"
"You won't believe me if I tell you. Here, let me demonstrate."
"What's this? It looks like an ordinary locket."
"Go ahead. Put it on."
"I don't have time for this. You know I'm still getting ready for the Halloween party tonight." Dementia had been working on a devil costume and was wearing bright red long-underwear and a thick black belt.
"It'll just take a few minutes...I promise."
Ordinarily, Dementia wasn't interested in her sister's hobby, but for the first time in months her sister was genuinely enthused about something. Besides, she had an awful earache and was looking for an excuse to take a break.
"Okay okay."
"Wear the locket next to your skin."
Dementia put the chain on over her head and let the locket slide down the front of her costume. Her sister began to tap away at one of her many computer terminals. Various pieces of strange looking equipment made whirring noises as they powered up. Dementia crossed her arms and stood impatiently tapping her right foot. For the next two minutes her sister did nothing but look back and forth at her and the computer screen. She wore a large grin that widened every time she turned back to look at Dementia. Finally, Dementia had had enough.
"Well...are you going to do something or not?"
Her sister couldn't help herself any longer and burst out laughing, "Bahahaha...Oooh!...I'm sorry Dee Dee. Just one more thing. Could you please have a seat on that stool over there?"
Dementia was upset. She desperately needed to get her costume done in time for her party later that night. Some friends from college were coming over, and she was trying to think of something that would make this party special, so that no one would ever forget it. Not only was her sister delaying her progress with this nonsense, but that obscene snickering was driving her nuts. Dementia angrily stomped over to the stool and flopped down on top of it, but something wasn't right. She felt the hard wood of the stool hit her ass much sooner than it should have.
"What the..." Before she could begin to ponder why her seat wasn't feeling right, she realized that for some reason her butt didn't even want to stay put where she placed it on the stool. Her rear slid off the edge and she hit the floor, where the situation became even more bizarre - for when she landed, instead of a THUD, she heard a hollow sound as if she had landed on top of a rubber ball. In fact, she even bounced several inches above the floor after impact and continued into a series of small diminishing bounces until her body finally settled down.
"What the hell is going on here?!" Dementia thought maybe someone had stuck something underneath her as she was about to sit down, but looking back she saw that whatever she sat on was actually INSIDE her costume. It appeared that two buttock-shaped 12 inch party balloons had spontaneously inflated inside her outfit. "But how?" she thought. Then, reaching back to grab hold of the balloons she realized, "Oh my God!" Dementia quickly rose to her feet and began pushing and pulling and kneading the balloons with her hands, trying to work them out of her long-johns, but they were firmly attached. There was no denying what they were.
"My butt! What have you done to me?!"
"Isn't it great?!" She seemed totally oblivious to her sister's panic as Dementia gripped at her swollen rear, apparently trying to squeeze out whatever was in them. Since she was using her good thermal underwear as a costume, she had neglected to wear anything underneath it, and her swollen buttocks were bulging out of the backflap, threatening to pop the two buttons holding it up. "Using this equipment, I can control the shape of your body! For example, I can make your legs match your bottom."
Before Dementia could shout "No!" her hips widened so that her bulbous butt didn't look quite so outlandish in comparison as both
her legs ballooned to matching proportions, audibly hissing as they were pumped full of...something. Her thighs each were at least 30"
around. Even standing with her feet far apart, her inner thighs still touched each other.
"You see, it makes you pull various gases out of the air and into your body. So basically, you can have any shape you want by
inflating yourself like a balloon!"
Dementia's sister watched as she, still slightly panic stricken, moved her hands from the thick belt where her still narrow waist was. Not really looking, or wanting to look, her hands explored her inflated lower body. Her sister had gone too far this time. "I'd better kill her now before any more damage is done." She found walking difficult, however, as she attempted to approach and strangle her sister. Being full of air, it seemed her legs did not want to bend at the knees, and she was forced to pivot her hips to move one leg forward and then the other.
"With my invention, I can inflate any part of your body..." In the middle of her sentence, she noticed Dementia teetering on one leg, and paused for a second. As with her butt, Dementia felt the ground a lot sooner than she should have as she fell forward, only this time she actually saw her breasts rapidly inflate to the size of basketballs - like her legs, audibly hissing - just in time to break her fall. Her hands instinctively grabbed at them. They squeaked loudly in protest as they rubbed together. The sound startled Dementia and her hands instantly shot away. Her bust held her at an acute angle with the floor, her wide hips stopping her from rolling over onto one side or the other.
"I can still kill her if I can make it over there," thought
Dementia, and with new determination she began clawing at the carpet, dragging her inflated body inches closer to her sister, who
was still totally oblivious to her escalating rage. It was difficult going for Dementia since her breasts held her almost too high to reach the floor. But she made steady progress, her breasts squeaking all the while.
Her sister continued "...In fact, I can even inflate all of your body at once." The going got even rougher as Dementia realized her arms would no longer bend at her elbows. In a few seconds she could do little more than stiffly hold her arms straight out at her sides. Her torso inflated slightly as well, her large belt restricting her waist. She was beginning to look like some sort of overly voluptuous parade balloon. This apparently gave her sister an idea.
To Dementia's horror, the hissing continued. Within a couple of minutes her arms, legs, and hips expanded about an extra foot in circumference and her breasts grew to the size of large beach balls.
"Stop! Stop! Whoa! What's happening?!" Dementia cried as her body slowly rose and came to settle, hovering about five feet above the floor. Her body had somehow absorbed light gases from the air.
The sight of Dementia all puffed up and floating several feet above the ground was impressive enough to finally make her sister realize how bizarre this scene was. She walked around the balloon girl, poking her here and there - her finger sinking into her sisters puffy breasts and then her puffy legs. At every touch, her sister would groan, "Stop that! Let me down!" and kick her swollen legs a little. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled underneath Dementia. Rolling over onto her back, she got an amazing view. She imagined that she was a tiny parade watcher looking up at her gigantic inflated sister. Appropriately, the air-conditioner clicked on at this moment, blowing Dementia slowly across the room.
Meanwhile, Dementia's eyes darted back and forth searching for her sister. She was still whimpering and squeaking, "Get me down!"
every once in a while. Her arms waved as much as she could move them, her hands grasping at air. "It only takes one hand to choke someone," she thought, "if only she'd walk past my arm she'd be a dead woman." Unfortunately, Dementia's arm waving had the effect of turning her torso a couple of inches, which invited her left breast to seek a higher altitude. Eventually its upward lift was enough to flip her over so that she was looking up at the ceiling. This development startled her and she somehow found the strength to kick her legs and wave her arms wildly. "Let me down from here! Make me normal again! Get the air out!" Her sister was still in a trance, feeling the wonder of what her invention could do.
That trance was broken by uncontrollable laughter, however, since Dementia's over-enthusiastic kicking caused her over-inflated ass to burst out of the back flap of her over-stretched long underwear. The sight of Dementia's enormous buttocks bulging out at her was so hilarious that tears came to her eyes and she pounded the floor and kicked her feet as she laughed. But at last, Dementia got her revenge after all. For some reason, at that moment, she spontaneously deflated - hovering in mid air for a second like a cartoon character before the inevitable fall. Her sister's laughter ceased abruptly as the bare ass she had found so amusing a moment ago came crashing down on top of her along with its owner.
As her sister lay on the ground coughing, Dementia sprang to her feet - her hands exploring her body to make sure that she was back to normal. "What the hell did you do to me?!"
"Cough cough...I told you already...cough...I used this equipment to inflate you."
"But how?"
"You see the locket I gave you?" Dementia lifted the locket up and looked at it. She watched as her sister lifted the chain around her own neck, revealing a locket identical to hers.
"That," pointing at Dementia's locket, "is the receiver and this," pointing at her own locket, "is the transmitter." As her sister continued, Dementia quickly removed the cause of all her trouble. "This locket reads my thoughts. I just imagine what I want your body to do, and it sends a signal to..."
"The other locket?" Dementia interrupted.
"No, to the equipment. The equipment then sends a signal to the locket that you are wearing, which in turn, tells your body what to do."
"That's amazing! But you could've warned me before testing the thing out on me!"
"Well, I originally planned to test it on myself, but I figured, hey, why should I embarrass and humiliate myself when I have you to pick on," she said with a sly grin.
Dementia wasn't amused. "You're the essence of evil, Demoniaca!"
Her sister's sly grin slowly faded into sputtering and slobbering. Dementia wished she could take back her words. Her sister looked as if she was about to do a scene from the exorcist - head spinning, projectile vomiting, all while spewing obscenities. None of this happened, but the display that followed was equally menacing, if not more so. Demoniaca clenched her fists so tightly her fingernails drew blood from her palms. Her whole body trembled, a breeze from nowhere whipping her thin black hair around as if it had a life of its own. Her teeth were clenched so tightly it looked as if they might crack. She seemed to be straining when her mouth finally did open and she managed to bellow in deep piercing tones, "I TOLD YOU NEVER TO CALL ME THAT!!!!!"
Demoniaca reached her bloody hands toward her sister's neck, but then withdrew them and placed them against her temples as if
she was trying to stop horns from sprouting. "I've got to get out of here before I do something you will regret!" She rushed past Dementia grabbing her coat. She turned as she opened the front door, "...and if you touch my equipment it'll be HELL to pay!"
"I...I..."
SLAM!
"I'm sorry, Grimaldi." Dementia was genuinely concerned. It wasn't good to be on Grimaldi's bad side. She had learned that on a number of occasions. And calling her by her first name could mean a fate worse than death. But still, she wished she could teach her a lesson - teach her that she can't always have her way.
Then she thought about the machine. "I know! I could smash this thing to bits! This'll be the last time she turns me into a balloon!" She grabbed the first handy blunt object - a steam iron - and raised it high above her head. Just as she was about to bring it down, a sparkle caught her eye. It was Grimaldi's locket.
She then looked down at her own locket and thought for a second, "I wonder what would happen if I wore both lockets?" She set the iron aside and slid the chain of the transmitter locket over her head.
DING DONG!
"Shit! They're here!" She felt a chill and realized her butt was still out, and there were no buttons to close her back flap. "What am I gonna do?" She went through her sister's closet and found a shiny red catsuit, apparently made of some sort of stretchy lycra material. She couldn't find a zipper on it, so she tried to yank it off the hanger. She kept pulling at the thing, stretching it all the way across the room until finally it slid off the hanger and smacked her in the face.
"Ow!" she said rubbing her nose, "This must be some sort of prototype outfit for victims of that inflation machine."
DING DONG!
Well, at least it's the right color. Dementia slipped it on with little problem and it fit as if it was molded for her body. She then put on her devil horns and her black belt and went to greet her guests.
"Hi!"
"Took ya long enough. Where's the beer?"
"Hi Cindy...Muffy...Spud...the rest of you." Cindy, Muffy, and Spud were really the only people she had invited from her
school, Podunk College in West Bejeezus. Cindy was dressed as the Toxic Avenger. Muffy was dressed as Sgt. Kabukiman, NYPD. Spud was dressed like an Amway representative. The rest of the people didn't really matter to Dementia.
"Please come in. The kegs are on the balcony."
The four friends were nearly trampled as the crowd stampeded to the balcony.
"You guys come with me. I have something to show you."
They went back to Grimaldi's room. "What the hell is all of this?"
"This is one hell of a party game, that's what this is."
"What does it do?"
"Well, if I can get it to work I'll show you."
Dementia sat at the terminal and switched it on. Various pieces of equipment began to power up one by one. Finally the
machine spoke. "Give name for voice-print analysis."
"Uh oh...Um...Grimaldi Decant."
"Analyzing..." the computer suddenly took a more friendly tone, "Hello Grimaldi...your Shaper program is now ready."
"Whew!"
"Hey how did you do that? I mean, fake your sister's voice?"
"I didn't fake it. It IS my sister's voice. We're identical in every way, remember? Besides, it's a really crappy security program. I could've cracked it if it hadn't let me in." She would rather not have, however. No telling what booby traps Grimaldi had put in the system.
"So now what?"
Dementia thought for a while, trying to come up with a suitable demonstration. Surely wearing both lockets would give her control of her own body, but what would she do with that power -- more importantly, how could she spice up her party with it.
She then got an idea. But would it work in the next room?
"I wonder what the range on this thing is?" She thought to herself.
"Maximum range: a radius of 66.338 miles."
"Wow," she thought, "this thing really does read minds."
"Let's all go to the next room. I'll demonstrate there."
When they walked over there, they found a group of people bobbing for apples. She approached the tub and waved everyone aside. She then unbuckled her belt, got down on her hands and knees and plunged her head deep into the water. Slowly, a hush fell over the crowd as they watched her belly begin to bulge. Soon the only sounds in the room were the loud gulps from Dementia as gallons of water poured into her stomach. It hung beneath her, audibly sloshing as she shifted positions to follow the rapidly falling surface of the water in the tub. At first, it looked like she was going through a rapid pregnancy, her bloated belly passing through all the stages within seconds - but soon it far surpassed the gut of a woman nine months pregnant. Because of the position she was in, her stomach quickly reached the floor and began to spread in all directions. As she neared the bottom of the tub she simply flopped down on top if it, bouncing and wobbling as waves passed through her. When she reached the bottom there was an enormous slurping, and then a sound like a vacuum cleaner choking as she sucked down the apples that were left over.
After some effort, she managed to push herself back to a sitting position, with her enormous stomach resting on the floor between her widespread legs. Dementia had drunk 30 gallons of water. She scanned the shocked expressions of the crowd, and held her throat as a loud gurgling sound came through her bulging abdomen. She silently picked out a few targets and proceeded to projectile belch whole apples at them.
"Ow!"
"Ouch!"
"Ow! Hey!"
"Sorry, Cindy."
Everyone still seemed to be astonished and completely at a loss for words. Before them was a little red devil with an enormous belly full of water. Dementia squeezed at the sides of her stomach and started some enormous waves going back and forth as she thought about her situation.
"This is a disaster. I didn't want them all to go blank like this. I've got to do something. And how am I gonna get this water out of me?" She thought for a while more, then it hit her.
She concentrated her thoughts, and felt the water begin to leave her stomach. Gasps came from the crowd once again as suddenly, her breasts began to swell. Slowly, her stomach shrank as her bust siphoned the water from it. Dementia moved her hands from her stomach to her breasts. They were now as big as the balloons she'd put out for the party, and they were steadily growing. She put her hands underneath them. Her belly supported her bust for a while, but as it diminished, the new weight on her chest was slowly dragging her upper body downward. Her hands sunk deeply into them, trying to support the weight of her bloated bosom as her breasts grew larger than basketballs. As her stomach faded away, she closed her legs together and brought her knees up to support her breasts. When she felt the last few drops of water trickle into them, they were each almost as large as bean-bag chairs. In fact, aside from the sloshing sound and the occasional wave that went through them, the bright red outfit made them look very much like bean-bag chairs.
Dementia then carefully planned her next move. With her breasts propped up on her thighs, she reached forward and aimed each of her nipples at a couple members of her audience. Then she thought to herself, "Okay...Purge!"
To their amazement, two small streams of water shot through the fabric over Dementia's nipples and began to soak various unsuspecting party goers. "Wow, I feel like a human squirt gun!" thought Dementia as she proceeded to drench various people in the crowd. Eventually, the crowd decided to take the nearest exit as an escape route, the glass doors leading to her patio.
"Trying to get away eh?" When Dementia had drained her breasts enough that she could stand up again, she proceeded to chase various guests around her house, giggling as she drenched them and their costumes. She stopped laughing, however, when she realized that she could no longer find anyone.
"What the hell? They all LEFT? I can't believe it! This is awful! My party is ruined!" She pouted, moping around her living room as the last few drops of water trickled from her breasts. She noticed that one of her breasts was bigger than the other, so she pounded on her chest, coughed up an apple, and then proceeded to cry.
"Dementia?" Dementia looked up. It was Cindy, Muffy, and Spud. "Bitchin' party, Dee Dee!"
"Huh?"
"Your sister's invention rocks! Don't worry, we didn't even really know those other people anyway. Hey, what else can you do with that thing? Can we give it a try?"
Maybe her party hadn't been such a disaster after all. "I'm afraid I'm the only one that can use it. It's designed for my sister. The only reason it works on me is 'cause we're twins."
"Well, the night is still young. Let's go out and see what this thing can really do!"
Dementia's outfit was completely soaked, so she tried to grab a coat as her three friends dragged her outside, but all she managed to get hold of was her thick black belt. The first place they visited was a bar. Spud was a bartender there, so she talked the bartender on duty into taking a couple of hours off. They called everyone over to watch as Dementia stood behind the bar, guzzling beer from a hose. At first the people were simply amazed that she could drink so much without taking a breath, but many dropped their glasses in shock when they saw where all that beer was going. As beer poured from the tap, through the hose, and down her throat, Dementia's breasts began to fill up.
"This is so much fun!" thought Dementia, as she held her breasts up with her hands and began to dance seductively. When they became as large as volleyballs, she alternately raised and lowered them as if she were juggling. The crowd cheered her on. Their eyes focused on the jiggling breasts of the bright red devil.
Spud turned up the tap, and a minute later her breasts were large enough to set on the counter in front of her, each of them larger than beach balls. Spud took this opportunity to move around to counter to the front and held a mug underneath one of Dementia's breasts and tweaked a nipple.
"Hey!" She soon got the idea and released the beer from inside her until Spud let go of the nipple.
"Attention everyone! Come and try our Red Devil beer! Milked fresh from our own naughty demon! Just remember to fill your mugs from both tits!"
Dementia's breasts sloshed violently as a dozen men rushed to her nipples, all of them stealing a grope as they filled their mugs. "I'm a human beer cow!" thought Dementia. Her breasts continued to fill slowly, even though hoards of thirsty perverts were draining gallons from her within minutes. Several men tried to hit on her, but she couldn't speak with all the swallowing she was doing. Eventually the crowd settled, and Spud turned the tap off. By then, her breasts were each slightly larger than bean-bag chairs. She tried to hug them, but they were wider than her armspan. Since her bust was resting on the counter, the huge red mass filled her entire view. She imagined that her nipples reached well beyond the opposite side of the countertop. The only way she knew to release beer was the sensation of someone grabbing her nipples on the other side.
For 45 minutes, she simply sat leaning against her immense bosom, giving beer whenever someone gave her a squeeze. Apparently she wasn't immune to the alcohol's effects, however. Whenever a man would hit on her from the other side of the counter, she'd take a deep breath, shout "Moo!" and squirt whoever happened to be standing there.
After an hour, she heard the police come in, mumbling something about an ordinance, and that alcohol can't be served in the presence of nudity. She heard Spud say something about there being no nudity, just huge tits. Then the police said something about being thirsty, and that they were now off duty. A few seconds later she felt a tug at her nipples and gave a good squirt.
Halfway through the second hour, Dementia was beginning to get bored. Her boobs had been drained down to the size of beach balls, so she decided to go around serving people at the tables. Her already damp outfit now stunk of beer, but she was having fun playing a waitress/human keg. Her breasts sloshed violently with every step, and she had to support them with her arms just so she didn't topple over. Everything was going fine, however, until a small earthquake hit. She managed to stay on her feet, staggering back and forth, making several men happy by clobbering them with her huge bust. She seemed okay after the tremors stopped, but then she noticed a fizzing sound coming from inside her. As her arms began to move apart she realized the carbonation in the beer was inflating her breasts. They continued inflating until they were the same size they had been when they were sitting on the bar.
Thankfully, they weren't as heavy, but she had two enormous red balloons looming in front of her. Since they were just full of foam and no beer, her friends let the other bar tender go back on duty and squeezed Dementia out of the double doors and drained her outside in the parking lot. Then Muffy had an idea.
The three girls took their balloon buddy to the mall, which always had various activities for children on Halloween. They talked Dementia into playing a joke on a friendly clown who was blowing up helium balloons for children. Dementia removed her belt and then the four girls approached the clown.
"Excuse me, Miss! What happens if something gets stuck in there?"
"In where?" The clown asked confused.
"In here!" Dementia stuck her finger into the nozzle of the clown's helium tank.
"Oh no! I'm stuck! Get me out!"
The clown tugged. "It won't budge!"
"Well maybe it'll pop out if you turn the air on."
The clown did as Muffy suggested, then the three girls backed away, giggling.
A crowd of children began to gather around, watching as Dementia's arm filled with air. The helium spread across her chest to her other arm and then into her hips, butt and legs. Dementia looked terrified, but she was doing her best not to burst out laughing. Her body puffed up the way it had when her sister inflated her, but soon her waist began to bulge out as well. As her feet left the ground, her torso continued to inflate until it was as round as a ball, engulfing her arms out to her elbows and her legs down to her knees. The clown simply watched in shock, her mouth gaping open. Muffy then turned off the helium. With her spherical torso and her puffy arms and legs stiffly sticking out, Dementia looked sort of like a big inflated four-fingered glove.
She maintained her look of terror as Cindy tied a ribbon around her foot and the trio carried her out of the mall. The clown still stood in the same position, mouth gaping. Kids were tugging at her sleeves, begging for a balloon like the one she gave to those girls.
They took Dementia into the parking lot and she deflated herself. They rolled on the ground laughing hysterically - the women were still drunk from the scene at the bar. Cindy came up with a new plan for mischief, so they piled into her car and went back to Dementia's neighborhood.
The four of them decided to go trick-or-treating. They stopped at the first house and yelled, "Trick or treat!" The old lady opened the door and gave them a nice large amount of candy which, to her surprise, Dementia gulped down right in front of her, wrappers and all. "More please!" The confused old woman went back inside her house and slammed the door. They did a similar performance at several houses - each time Dementia's gut was a little bit bigger. Eventually, her stomach was as large as it had been at the party, and she could no longer stand up. Her friends were having too much fun to stop, however, and rolled her to a couple more houses before loading her into the car and driving back to her house. Her friends went inside, trying to figure out a way to get her through the door. As Dementia lay on her back in the middle of her lawn, she heard small footsteps approaching.
"Hey lady, you have a big belly."
She looked up at the trick-or-treater, "Yes, I do."
"I bet you can't eat all this candy though." The child held up a large sack. She'd made an impressive haul for the night.
"Yep, I can eat it all."
"Na'uh!"
"Can too."
"Let me see then!" She proceeded to dump her bag of candy into Dementia's mouth. She easily gulped down the entire bag, adding a few more pounds to the contents of her stuffed stomach.
"Wow! How'd you do that?"
Dementia couldn't answer. She was feeling the full effects of the alcohol she'd consumed earlier, and had passed out completely.
She didn't even notice when a group of kids gathered around her - and she didn't feel the garden hose being shoved into her mouth.
Spud came out and was puzzled by what she saw. Several children had gathered around what appeared to be a bright red Volkswagen parked on the lawn.
As she chased the children away, she saw what they had been watching. "Dee Dee! What did they do to you?" She yanked the end of the hose out of Dementia's mouth and then began pushing against her enormous belly, which completely covered her body except for her head. Pushing on her stomach turned out not to be such a good idea as she spewed wet candy all over the front yard. They put her belt back on and dragged her to the back of her house. In an attempt to revive Dementia, her friends threw her into her backyard pool. It worked. "What the hell? Are you guys trying to drown me?"
"Hey, you're awake aren't you? Now get out of the pool so we can think of another way to have fun with your sister's invention."
Dementia was nearly to the edge of the pool when she suddenly stopped. Her breasts were trying to float to the surface. In fact, when she stopped swimming, they did just that. She didn't even need to tread water to stay afloat.
"Dementia! Stop playing around and get over here!"
"I'm not playing around! My breasts just inflated by themselves!" As she spoke she heard a faint hissing, and they inflated a little more, now bigger than melons and easily holding her afloat. She swam to the edge and pulled herself out.
"Muffy! Go get the notebook computer out of the other room. It's linked with my sister's system." Muffy did as she was told, but when she got back, Dementia's breasts were bigger than volleyballs. Her friends looked over her shoulder as she tapped away at the keyboard. "Oh no!" she shouted, slamming the notebook computer shut. Just then, as she explored the program, her breasts had another growth spurt and inflated to the size of beach balls - startling her friends and making them back up.
"What?! What's wrong?" They were on the verge of panic.
"It's the lockets! I shouldn't have gotten them wet! They're malfunctioning!" They inflated again until they were bigger than bean bag chairs, forcing her friends to back away even more. Their bottoms were level with her knees and she could barely see over the top of her air-filled bust. "OOWW! There's something wrong!"
"No kidding!"
"No! I mean...it feels different. It's like my breasts are inflating, but the skin isn't stretching enough. I think...I think I'm going to explode!" Her breasts rapidly inflated again, only this time, it didn't seem that they were going to stop. "Ow! It hurts! Help me!" Dementia's body disappeared behind her breasts as the enormous balloons swelled toward the three women. They were backed against the wall with the enormous breasts rapidly approaching them. They imagined what the scene would look like - Dementia exploding, blood and gore flying everywhere. Her pals decided it was time to make a hasty retreat. They ran around the house and piled into their car, listening for an explosion as they drove away.
Meanwhile, Dementia's breasts had stopped. "Suckers!" They quickly deflated back to normal. "I never thought I'd get rid of those three!" They had caused enough trouble for one night, so she had decided to scare them away. "I guess I'd better clean up everything before Grimmy gets back," said Dementia as she turned to go into the house. "I'd be in deep shit if she found out that I had...GASP!" As Dementia opened the door, she saw her sister standing there, hands bandaged, arms folded, tapping her foot.
"Grimaldi! I...uh...I can explain!"
Her sister stepped outside. Dementia backed away. "No need to explain. In fact, I'm happy with what you've done. You've tested my invention in ways that I would never have thought of. I must say, the thing you did to that poor clown was very rude - although you probably boosted her business."
"You..."
"That's right. I saw everything. You see, there's some details about my invention that I forgot to tell you." Grimaldi pulled out a small pocket computer. Dementia looked at it, and realized that the images from her own eyes were somehow projected onto the little screen.
"But how..."
"You see, Dementia, one night when you had taken sleeping pills, I came into your room and surgically inserted an implant behind your right ear." Dementia tugged at her earlobe. It felt sore. "It allows my computer to see everything you see. It also acts as a receiver for this," said Grimaldi, punching some buttons on the pocket computer. Slowly, Dementia's breasts began to inflate once again. In fact, she could feel her entire body swelling very gradually. She snatched off the receiver locket but it had no effect. "That won't do you any good. It's just an ordinary locket. So is the other one. The real receiver is inside your head, and the real transmitter is this little control unit. Up until now, you've been able to control your body using your implant, but I've just switched off that particular function."
Dementia thought about making a lunging grab for the minicomputer, but instantly her bust, arms, hips, butt, and legs swelled an extra 10 inches in circumference.
"I wouldn't try anything if I were you. It'll only make you inflate faster."
"What are you going to do with me?"
"Hmm..." Grimaldi tried to think of a fitting punishment for her sister. "I think grounding you for a day should be sufficient."
"Whew!" thought Dementia, "that's not bad at all."
"You are not permitted to leave this house for 24 hours. If you do, each of your breasts will inflate to a circumference equal to the distance you are from the house."
"That's horrible!"
"Yes it is. Especially since you happen to be standing thirteen feet away from the door right now."
"What? Oh no!" With a loud hissing sound, each of Dementia's breasts each bulged out to a diameter of four feet. They tugged upward on her body with tremendous force, making her lose her balance and stumble even farther away from the house.
"This isn't fair! Make it stop, Grimmy! Help!" Soon Dementia's feet left the ground and she rose higher and higher into the sky. Her breasts growing larger and larger until, finally, she disappeared into the night sky. A minute later the torn remains of a red outfit fluttered to the ground at Grimaldi's feet. "I wonder where she'll end up," thought Grimaldi. "The range on this control is 200 feet, and beyond that she will stay the size she is until her chip burns out...Oh well. I never liked her anyway." She tossed the minicomputer into the pool. "No point keeping up this hobby now that my guinea pig is gone. Maybe I can find another toy to play with."
| bodyinflation |
Title: 1, 2, 3.. As Easy as ABC Ch. 05
Tags: erotic couplings, first times, college
When you think about it, the decision to move in together, off campus, was pretty much a slam dunk.
After that fateful night, several weeks ago, when Tess & Jean hooked up with Becks, one could hardly go anywhere on campus without seeing at least two of the trio together. More often, though, it was The Three Amigoes (their pet name for themselves) strutting around the picturesque campus.
There was a bit of talk about their friendship from some of Becks' teammates, mostly wondering why Becks wanted to hang with non-athletes instead of the jocks.
"S'matter Becks, we not good enough for you anymore?" some had teased. Becks shrugged it off and simply said in response, "Hey, I hang with them 'cause I know they have my back, all the time, unlike some of you two-faced bitches."
Well, that was true enough. Some of the very same team members who questioned her new friendship with Tess and Jean were the same chicks who gladly spread their legs for Becks in secret, late-night trysts, but would act as if Becks was a social pariah outside of team play.
Becks was 'out', had been so since the end of her freshman year in college. Tess and Jean, on the other hand, had no issue hanging out with Becks, known lesbian or not. Becks respected that and, besides, Tess and Jean were dynamite lovers.
Tess and Jean's parents thought it a good idea, as well, for the three girls to share a place, off-campus, and as it turned out, off-campus housing would cost them less than the dorm fees, so win-win, from their view point.
Of course, the fact that Becks' dad had connections in the real estate business of the city didn't hurt.
"Damn, please tell me that's the last fucking box we have to haul upstairs," Becks said,complaining to Tess and Jean as they moved into their new abode.
"I sure as shit hope so," Tess agreed, "I've got nothing left in the tank," dropping the big box onto the floor, not so gently, at that.
"I'm sorry guys, I didn't realize how much stuff I had," Jean said, apologetically.
"I sure as hell could have told you how much crap you had, girl; remember, I shared a small dorm room with you and didn't hardly have room for my shit," Tess replied.
"The good news, Tessie-baby, is that she has to put her crap away, not us," Becks teasingly said.
"Got that right!" Tess agreed.
It was a three day project getting them moved into the rather large, three bedroom, old Victorian house a few blocks from campus. The downstairs was all living/kitchen/dining space; the upstairs was three bedrooms and two large bathrooms. There was an add-on half-bath downstairs, as well. But now, it was done. Finished. Well, except for the unpacking part but they could take their time about that since the new semester was still two weeks away.
When the trio first talked about it, it was decided that each would have their own bedroom. Of course they were sleeping with each other, a lot, but having your own room also meant that each could bring 'dates' home and have some privacy. They decided to set some ground rules, over beers, after having moved all of their shit to the house. All that was left was the-ugh-unpacking and putting away crap.
"I mean, seriously, do we really need ground rules?" Becks asked Tess and Jean.
"Probably just so there's never any misunderstandings," Tess offered as reason number 1.
"And probably, just so we don't intrude on personal or private time," Jean offered as reason number 2.
"Already got your sights set on some new pussy, Jeannie-baby?" Becks asked teasingly.
"Maybe," Jean answered coyly.
"Do tell," Tess chimed in, more than a little intrigued by Jean's remark, "Last time you had a crush on someone we wound up fucking the black bitch," smiling and winking at Becks when saying it. Becks knew that Tess was teasing and took no offense.
"Yeah, that's right, you honky trash and you looove my little black pussy, bitch; you know you do," winking back at Tess.
"Well, can't say that you're wrong about that," Tess admitted with a smile. Becks was right. Tess did love that little black pussy, loved it a lot, in fact.
"Only black on the outside; all pink on the inside; found out for myself," Jean tossed in, her own two cents worth now on the table.
"Oh yeah, you surely did, girl," Becks commented with a wink to Jean, now.
"So, what are we saying here?" Becks remarked to get the discussion back on track and over with.
"Simple. Bedroom doors closed, privacy wanted; doors opened, an invite. Agreed?" Tess asked the other two.
"Sure." Becks and Jean agreed. Discussion over, now on to the ugly part; unpacking and putting away their shit........
Tess's new schedule found it's way to her after her mother remailed it from their home. Checking to see that she got the classes she had selected, she smiled broadly when she found that space was found for her with Dr. Willie's World History 3, a Junior/Senior level course. A few well-placed tongue flicks should be able to keep her in good stead with Dr. Willie, Tess mused. Not that she wouldn't actually study or do the work, no, that wasn't like her at all. But, as in life, in college you play with whatever advantages circumstance hands you.
The rest of her courses were exactly as she applied for, right down to the days and times of her classes. Cool, she thought, this will be a good semester, she predicted to herself.
"Hey, babe, what's shakin'?" Becks called to Tess as she closed the front door behind her.
"Nuttin' honey, just going over my schedule and lovin' the fact that it's just as I want," Tess replied with a beaming smile, exchanging cheek-kisses with Becks afterwards, "How 'bout you?"
"Got a problem, sweetie," Becks said with a face that betrayed sadness, horror, and/or a million other bad things one might think of.
"Oh Shit! What? What's wrong?" Tess asked, genuinely concerned.
"Got a pain, a really bad pain that just won't go away," Becks explained further, her face contorted as if in severe pain.
"Where? What...here, sit down, I'll get you some water," Tess busily said, her concern ramping up now.
"Maybe you can help me up to my room, help me get into bed, that'll help a lot," Becks said as she slowly ambled towards the stairwell.
"Sure, not a problem. Want me to call somebody?" Tess asked as she put her arm around Becks to help her as she started climbing the stairs.
"Yeah, sweetie. Call my doctor. You know the one, Dr. Loooove," Becks said with a hint of a grin on her face, now.
"You skanky-assed bitch," Tess hissed at Becks, realizing, now, that she had had her chain yanked by Becks.
"Does that mean you won't help me feel better?" Becks asked, still grinning.
"No, you cunt, it means that you owe me two orgasms for your one," Tess replied, her own face showing a smirk, now.
"Otay, Buckwheat," Becks replied, taking Tess' hand in hers, "But, me first; I'm so horny I could almost fuck a man."
"Wow, that's horny," Tess laughingly agreed.
Her eyes closed, Tess was drunk with the intoxicating taste and scent of Becks' pussy. She happily took her time in performing cunnilingus on Becks. She didn't want to rush, didn't feel the need to rush, she wanted it to last a long time, wanted to savor the taste that was Becks.
"Ooooh yeah, baby.....you do know how to rock momma's world, yeah, baby, just like that," Becks cooed, her own eyes closed in pleasure, her hips gently moving in concert with Tess' mouth and tongue.
They were so engrossed in what they were doing in Becks' bed that they didn't hear Jean when she came home. Didn't hear Jean when she walked up the stairs looking for them. Didn't hear or sense Jean as she leaned against the doorframe of Becks' room, gazing at the scene in Becks' bed. No, the first awareness they had of Jean's presence was when Tess felt a tongue flick across the back of her neck, just before she felt a hand, then a finger fondle her pussy from behind, then enter her.
Tess didn't stop her munching of Becks, no, what she did was to spread her legs a wee bit further apart so that Jean could properly finger her as she drank of Becks' juices.
"Oh damnit girl, damnit to hell, don't you dare stop now, you hear me," Becks moaned aloud as she held onto Tess' head and hair with both hands, her hips almost a blur as they rocked against Tess' mouth. Tess tightened her grip on Becks' hips, moaning in concert with Becks from Jean's fingering of her, muffling her cry of orgasm into Becks' pussy as they both quaked with spasms of joy, of release, of unbridled pleasure.
"Sweet Jesus, but that was fucking good," Becks finally said after catching her breath, "Holy crap, but that was soooo fucking good!"
"More where that came from, sweetcheeks," Tess gasped, "but not for a while; I've got to rest, my jaw's sore."
"How 'bout you, Becks? Your jaw sore?" Jean said, causing Becks to open her eyes and look towards Jean, who was getting out of her clothes, dropping them behind her as she crawled onto the bed and over Becks' head.
"How 'bout you, Becks?" Jean said as she lowered her pussy towards Becks smiling face.
"Never too sore for your sweet snatch," Becks replied with a broad grin as her hands gripped Jean's ass, pulling her pussy towards her mouth.........
They were three weeks into the new semester, most of the bullshit startup crap behind them all. Now, it was into the 'meat' of their courses, no more easy days. The work load did cut into their playtime with each other, not a lot, but enough that they all commented on it at one time or another.
The girls, as a live-together unit, really worked well. They liked being with each other, liked each other's company, was respectful of each other, in general. With their course loads beginning to settle into a routine, they decided one night that they should throw a house-warming party.
"Need to be selective as to who we invite," Becks counseled her two house-mates over beers that night, "Don't want a bunch of loud, drunk, trouble makers, for damn sure!"
"Why don't we just make it a girls-only party?" Jean suggested, "Sororities do it all the time and, well, we're almost a Sorority, don't you think?"
"All the pussy that's been eaten in this house? Yeah, I'd pretty much say we're like a Sorority," Tess chimed in, causing all three to laugh at the remark.
"I know that's true," Becks retorted.
"Seriously. I mean we all know plenty of girls that would love a girls-only night, don't we?" Jean pressed her issue further.
Becks and Tess nodded in agreement, Tess adding, "We could make it a real mixer; invite some straights, some bi's, even some dykes that are on campus. Hell, it'd be fun to see how that mix turned out."
"Can't let it get out of control," Becks chirped.
"Need to be really selective; keep it on the down-low as much as possible so we don't have to deal with crashers," Tess contributed.
"Could be a fun night," Jean argued once more for her cause.
Eventually, the three of them fell into agreement, set a date, and started making plans for the First Annual Girls Night Soiree at their place...........
"Good turnout," Becks commented to Tess as they passed in the hallway that led from the kitchen to the living/dining area, the dining area having been turned into a dance floor which was getting plenty of use.
"Yeah, it is," Tess replied, her eyes joining Becks' as they looked at the girls dancing to some serious funk/hip-hop grooves of Becks' party-mix CDs.
The thing is, unless they're really, really drunk, you never see a group of guys break into dance moves with each other. Chicks? Well, put on a groove and their bodies seem to go into auto-pilot, dancing, grinding, letting the rhythyms move their soul.
Not a bad thing.
"Seen Jean?" Tess asked before they each headed to wherever it was they were going when they met in the hallway.
Rolling her eyes upward, Becks leaned in so that Tess could hear her above the music, "Saw her heading upstairs about a half-hour ago with two of the Butch-Babes in tow."
"Again?" Tess asked, mouth agape.
The party had started at seven, and given Jean's limited capacity to hold her liquor, by seven-thirty she was tipsy and loose, emphasis on the word 'loose'. Seeking out the girl-love friendly gals that she had Becks and Tess point out to her when she started drinking, Jean had managed, by eleven, to have made two previous trips upstairs to her room, each with a different chickadee in arm.
"Girl's getting her freak on, tonight," Tess said further.
"Tru dat," Becks agreed, "See you later, got a newbie I'm working on," Becks said in leaving.
"Good luck," Tess replied, "I'm going to mingle a bit."
And mingle she did, stopping to talk with several differnt chicks, or groups of chicks, prowling, responding to her gay-dar pings, keeping her options open. Oh, she was going to get some pussy tonight, of that she had little doubt; worse case scenario would be a little sixty-nine session with either Becks or Jean.
Not a bad thing, mind you.
At around one in the morning, their house had thinned quite a bit of party-goers. The music had slowed down, the tunes dreamy, soulful, the kind of music that you stood in place, barely moving, slowly grinding with your partner.
Most, but not all, of the straights had gone by then. There were one or two left, the more adventurous ones, the ones not scared by lez chicks on the prowl. There were a few couples on the floor, grinding and kissing to unheard music. One or two couples in various stages of make-out, groping sessions on couches, on sofas. Hell, Tess walked into the downstairs half-bath and found a 'Barbie' sitting on the vanity, her dress hiked up over her waist, and one of the Butch-Babes giving the Barbie, what looked to be, a world-class pussy eating.
"Lock the door, guys, sheeeesh," Tess commented while rolling her eyes.
Walking down the stairs from using one of the upstairs bathrooms, Tess spied the chick that had pretty much caught her attention early on in the evening. A really cute chick of Asian bloodlines that Tess kinda' kept her on her radar throughout the night, saw her dancing several times to the faster tunes, saw in conversations with different groups or party goers.
No time like the present, Tess decided.
"Hey, been meaning to introduce myself to you earlier, but...." Tess said, looking around at the party aftermath that was beginning to show, indicating that she had her hands full most of the evening, "Anyway, I'm Tess, one of the house-mates that lives here."
"Yeah, one of the girls I talked with earlier had pointed the three of you guys out to me; I'm Soo, 2 O's, not UE."
"Get you a beer or something?" Tess asked, walking towards the kitchen, her body language encouraging Soo to follow along.
"Yeah, that'd be great; great party, by the way, lots of fun people tonight," Soo commented, idly.
"No major disasters-yet-thank God," Tess said with a chuckle.
"Most of the people are gone, it looks like," Soo said as she took the offered beer from Tess' hands.
"Some die-hards still hanging on," Tess commented as they looked upon the few guests that were left, most in some form of make-out scenario.
"You're still here, aren't you?" Tess commented, with a smile.
"Yeah...See that blonde on the dance floor?" Soo asked.
"Yeah, you mean the one in a serious lip-lock with the redhead?" Tess asked.
"Mindy. My ride here but I'm guessing, not my ride back to the dorm; She just informed me that she and her new friend were going over to red's apartment to "talk"," Soo clarified, laughing afterwards.
"Talk. More like, get her pussy licked," laughing some more after she added that.
Tess quickly took in the vision that was Soo while Soo was explaining her situation. Five-four'ish, maaaaybe one-oh-five, on a fat day, flawless skin, pouty lips, and from what she could tell, very small boobs, almost school-girl boobs, Tess figured.
"You're straight, aren't you," Tess asked out of the blue.
"You're not; neither are your house-mates," Soo said in way of an answer.
"Doesn't answer my question," Tess prodded, leaning against the kitchen counter at the same time.
"Is there a category for 'Curious'?," Soo asked/answered.
"There is," Tess answered, setting her beer on the counter afterwards, "Dance?"
The beautiful sounds of Etta James' "At Last' was just starting. Who doesn't like to dance to that tune?
"Never slow-danced with another girl," Soo said, setting her own beer on the counter, next to Tess'.
"Always a first time for everything," Tess replied, then taking Soo's hand in hers, she led Soo out onto the dimly lit, uncrowded, dance floor.
"Just relax," Tess instructed, "I'll lead, you follow, let the music move you," placing her hands on Soo's almost non-existent waist as Soo wrapped her arms around Tess' shoulders, her hands clasping each other behind Tess's head.
They danced well together, their bodies visibly relaxing, becoming comfortable with each other's movements. Slowly, as they danced, the space between their bodies melted away until, by the end of the song, they were firmly against each other's body. Another slow song started immediately as Etta's mournful voice faded away.
"Dance some more?" Soo asked, "You really dance well," Soo asked, settling against Tess without waiting for an answer.
"Curious, huh?" Tess said as her lips moved closer to Soo's ear.
"For a while, actually," Soo replied, pulling away so that she and Tess could look at each other while talking.
"How come?" Tess pressed.
"Don't know, just am; played a kissing game with some girls in my senior year in High School and, I don't know, just kinda' piqued my curiosity about sex between women," Soo answered as honestly as she knew how.
"Yeah, those kissing games in High School gets many a chick," Tess jokingly replied.
"How about you? Have you always liked girls?" Soo asked, moving back to dance close to Tess' body again.
"Yeah, pretty much," Tess admitted honestly.
"When was your first time?" Soo asked, tightening her arms around Tess when she did so.
"First time what? Kissing a girl? Feeling a girl? What?" Tess asked/answered, tightening her own grip on Soo's body.
"No, going all the way with a girl," Soo clarified.
"Fourteen. Haven't looked back since," Tess answered.
They said nothing further, letting the music take them away on a private journey as they enjoyed the feel of each other's bodies against one another, loving the tenseness that was almost palatable.
Song over, they stood looking at each other, still holding hands, not saying a word. Breaking the stare-down with Soo, Tess looked around and realized that they were alone, the others had somehow left without Tess noticing. Taking Soo by the hand, she led them back to their beers in the kitchen.
"Surprised you haven't acted on your curiosity, yet," Tess prodded, returning to their dance-floor conversation.
"Kinda' why I came to the party," Soo honestly admitted, "But, I guess I just didn't give off the right vibe."
"More that nobody picked up on it; I did. I am," Tess responded holding the bottle to her lips, not sipping, just looking hard into Soo's eyes.
"Yeah? What kind of vibe do you think you're picking up?" Soo asked, not breaking her eye-lock with Tess when asking.
"The kind of vibe that says you want me, or someone, to take you to bed and make love to you; the kind of vibe that says you want to see what the fuss about girl-love is all about; that kind of vibe," Tess replied, finishing her beer in one long gulp afterwards.
"Yeah. Pretty much covers it," Soo admitted, placing her beer on the counter afterwards.
Tess pulled Soo close to her, her mouth covering Soo's immediately. Not a hard kiss. Not a vulgar kiss. More a kiss that seals the deal. Soo didn't fight it off, no, she responded to Tess' lips as one would to any good kiss. Willingly, wantingly, her mouth slowly opening to Tess' tongue probes.
Breaking off their kiss, Tess said, "Let me lock up and we'll continue this conversation upstairs, in my room, okay?"
"Okay." Soo confirmed, her lipstick just a little bit smeared.
Finished with her round of locking up, Tess said to Soo, "Whatever happens, you're spending the night; no way are you walking back to campus this late, alone."
"Okay." Soo agreed, following behind Tess as she led them to the stairs, Soo's hand in Tess', once more.
At the top of the landing, Tess noticed that both Becks' and Jean's doors were closed. As they passed Jean's room, Tess could hear Jean's moans and sounds that she makes when having great sex. Wonder who she's in bed with now? Tess asked herself as she led Soo to her bedroom. She saw the two Butch-Babes leave earlier, so she knew it wasn't them. Oh well, find out in the morning, hopefully.
Turning a bedside lamp to its dimmest setting, Tess joined Soo, who was standing in the middle of the room, next to Tess' bed, after having closed her bedroom door to the outside world.
"Want to get comfortable?" Tess asked as she kissed Soo's face, neck, licking her ears slowly.
Soo was holding onto Tess' shoulders with her hands, moving her head to match Tess' kisses and tongue flicks, loving the feel of Tess' tongue as it slowly creeped up her neck.
"Yes." Soo finally answered, her voice soft, her breathing a bit hard as they, once more, let their lips find each other.
While they kissed, Tess reached down between their bodies, her fingers unsnapping Soo's jeans first, then her own. Breaking off the kiss, Tess sorta' stooped-kneeled, pulling Soo's jeans down as she did so.
Her hand on the top of Tess' head for support, Soo stepped out of her jeans, revealing her bikini briefs only scant inches from Tess' head, a faint whiff of Lilacs finding its way to Tess' nostrils. Standing, Tess slipped her jeans off first, then lifing her arms above her head, she said to Soo, "Take off my tee."
Soo pulled the tee-shirt off of Tess, revealing Tess' braless breasts, the nipples already hard from arousal. Dropping the tee to the floor, next to their jeans, Soo pulled her own tee off of herself, revealing a pair of small breasts, A-Cup, if that.
Taking Soo's hand in her own, Tess pulled Soo to join her as she climbed onto her queen-sized 4-poster bed, laying them both down on top of the duvet of the bed.
Without saying a word, Tess leaned in and found Soo's opening mouth with her own, letting her hand fall to Soo's waist, slowly rubbing her fingers over Soo's flawless skin as they kissed. Tess ran her fingertips lightly up and down Soo's ribcage, each trip coming closer to Soo's breast and hip. As their kiss increased in passion, their breathing became heavier, louder, soft moans of pleasure escaping from both of their mouths as they started moving and squirming against each other's bodies.
Tess moved her leg to lay on top of Soo's thighs at the same time that she moved her hand to one of Soo's breasts. Slowly squeezing and fondling Soo's tit, Tess felt her honey-pot getting wetter and warmer as she and Soo kissed.
Soo opened her legs, allowing Tess' knee to nudge against her pussy. Rubbing against Tess' knee, Soo's hips were slowly grinding, the friction bringing a level of horniness to Soo that overtook whatever doubts or concerns she might have had about making out with Tess.
"Liking this, baby?" Tess asked after breaking their kiss, "This feeling good?" all the while still fondling Soo's titties.
"Oh, yeah, liking it a lot," Soo managed to say in answer as she reached for Tess' lips with her own.
Dodging Soo's mouth, Tess lowered her mouth to Soo's breast, letting her tongue dance across Soo's rock-hard nipples before surrounding one of her tits, sucking on it with lust and want.
"That really feels good," Soo stammered as she felt arousal wrapping her up in its arms.
Increasing her suckling of Soo's breasts, Tess slipped a finger into Soo's panties, pulling them gently, slowly from Soo's hips and down her legs until they hit the floor when Tess tossed them towards the end of her bed.
Using both of her hands to hold Soo's arms and hands above her head as she sucked and licked on Soo's tits, Tess slipped between Soo's ever-widening legs, letting her own breasts begin to rub against Soo's, now wet, pussy.
And just that quickly, Tess had her mouth on Soo's 'little man', letting her tongue flick across it while she slowly sucked on it.
"Oh, oh, oh.....mother fucker, that feels so damned good," Soo managed to moan as she moved her pussy's lips to rub against the magic mouth and tongue of Tess.
She orgasmed so much quicker than she wanted to, did Soo, wanting those feelings to go on forever. She had no sooner stopped shaking from that climax, when she felt another building, building so quick that it was upon her before she could even think about it.
Tess didn't concern herself with her own need and desire to orgasm, no, she wanted to smother sweet Soo with as many orgasms as she could, wanting Soo's first experience to be not good, but out-fucking-standing.
And it was, dear people, it was unlike anything Soo had ever experienced in her young eighteen years on Earth. When Tess finally lifted her head from Soo's crotch, her mouth and lips were red and wet with Soo's juices, her smile a mile wide, it seemed to Soo.
"I need to take a breather, sweetie," Tess said as she crawled up to lay next to Soo, on her back, as Soo was.
Turning on her side, Soo smothered Tess with kisses to her face, her neck, bravely placing her hand onto one of Tess' tits, loving how it felt to her hand as she squeezed and caressed it.
"You like what I did?" Tess asked, knowing that she did.
"More than I can tell you," Soo cooed, her hand still fondling and caressing the tit in her hand.
"Ready for some more?" Tess asked, her eyes closed, the taste of Soo still on her lips and tongue.
"No, not yet," Soo said, "I want to pleasure you, now, I want to taste you, now," Soo cooed.
"Suck on my breasts, baby, suck on them like you would want someone to suck on yours," Tess said, her eyes still closed.
Closing her eyes, Soo placed her mouth over one of Tess' tits, almost climaxing when she felt how good it felt to her mouth, to her tongue. Increasingly, Soo sucked harder and harder, her hand caressing and fondling the tit she wasn't sucking on, her crotch feeling as if it were on fire from her excitement and arousal.
Tess slipped a finger into her own panties top, slipping them off of herself in one swift motion. Pulling Soo from her breast, Tess kissed Soo passionately, driving her tongue deep into Soo's mouth. Soo captured Tess' tongue in her mouth, sucking it like a cock, moans of excitement escaping from her mouth as she did so.
Gently pushing and moving Soo until her pussy was feeling the hot breath coming from Soo's mouth, Tess placed her hands on Soo's head, pulling it to her pussy as she raised her hips to meet Soo's mouth.
"Oooooh, mmmmmmmm," Soo moaned as she tasted pussy for the very first time in her life. And she liked it, she liked it a lot.
No instruction from Tess was needed for Soo. No, second-nature took it's course, and Soo figured it out for herself, her clumsy first-time at eating pussy, bringing Tess to a very satisfying climax.
Lifting her head to look up to Tess' face, Soo smiled, asking, "Did I do okay? Did you enjoy that?"
"Oooooh yeah, baby, momma enjoyed the fuck out of that," Tess replied with her own smile on her face as she pulled Soo to lay in her arms, kissing her lustfully and passionately for a very long time.
"Don't go anywhere, sweetie, I'm going to freshen myself up in the bathroom; I'll be right back, so be ready for me," Tess said with a smile.
Rolling over onto her back, Soo spread her legs wide, saying, "Come and get it when you're ready," smiling, then chuckling afterwards
Fuck getting dressed, Tess said to herself, I'll be quick. Opening her door, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Jean walking out of her own room. Naked as a new-born babe, she was followed by two, very pretty African-American coeds, clothed but messily so. Watching from the crack in her door, Tess watched as Jean kissed each of the black girls in turn, her tongue deep down their throats while they availed themselves of one more feel, one more caress of Jean's naked body.
Jean simply smiled and led the girls down the stairs and to the front door. Walking back to her room, Jean spied Tess as she tried to duck into the bathroom.
"Feel like playing?" Jean asked.
Are you fucking kidding me? Tess asked herself, not believing what she just heard. Jean fucked like a whore last night and she wants more????
"Can't, sweetie, got company," Tess said.
"Can I join?" Jean asked.
"She's a newbie, baby; I'm not sure she's ready for a threesome quite yet," Tess explained further.
"Okay. Then, I'm going to bed and try to get a bit of sleep; see you a little later," and with that said, Jean closed the door behind her after she entered her room.
Freshened, Tess slipped back into her room, crawling onto her bed, between Soo's still-spread legs.
"Now, where was I?" Tess asked, teasingly.
"Right between my legs," Soo replied with a smile, "and you were just about to go down on me, once more."
"Oh yeah, now I remember," Tess teased again, smiling broadly at Soo as her mouth found its way to that sweet tasting pussy of Soo's...........
Tess was awakened as the early morning light was creeping into her room through her shear curtains. But, it wasn't the dawn that woke her up. No, it was Soo having crawled between Tess' legs, her mouth slowly, lovingly, exploring her lover's pussy.
"Like that, do you?" Tess asked sleepily as her fingers played with Soo's hair.
"Yeah, I do," Soo answered between tongue swipes of Tess's pussy-lips, "Pussy tastes good," she said further.
"Girl keeps herself clean, pussy should taste good," Tess replied as her hips moved against Soo's mouth and tongue.
Grabbing Soo's head with both her hands, Tess humped against Soo's efforts, increasing her grinding until she got off, holding Soo's mouth tight against her pussy.
"Another home run, baby, that was really nice," Tess said to Soo as she helped Soo from between her legs, pulling her to lay next to her in her sex-wrecked bed.
"Yeah, it really was," Soo agreed, her voice a bit sleepy. Or exhausted? "Though, I might need to practice some more, you know, to 'get it right'," giggling afterwards.
"Anytime you want, sweetie, anytime you want," Tess replied, her own voice betraying the need for just a few more hours of sleep.
Settling into the crook of Tess' arm, Soo smiled and placing a hand onto one of Tess' tits, she sighed a sigh on contentment........ | literotica |
Title: PONGO'S DECISION by Janus Oberoth
Tags: 101 Dalmatians, Perdita, Pongo
**Pongo's decision**
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It is a warm day on the farm, Perdita walks heading toward the barn where surely she will find to her pups. Perdita decides to spend that time with her puppies while Pongo is not in the farm; he is with Roger in London.
Perdita opens the barn door and sees that several puppies are playing inside.
Puppies play pulls, struggles and other games characteristic of their age.
Perdita enters in the barn and goes to the bottom of the barn. Perdita sees that Lucky is watching television with Rolly, Cadpig and other puppies who crowded around the television.
"Hello puppies" Perdita says approaching to her puppies that turn their heads and look at her.
"Hi Mom" Puppies say looking at Perdita, the puppies move and allow that Perdita lie down in the middle of the group of puppies.
"What are you watching?" Perdita asks watching at her puppies.
"It's a show about famous dogs" Rolly responds watching to his mother.
"Really?" Perdita asks looking at Lucky, he nods.
"They must be expecting to see Thunderbolt" Perdita thinks watching to her pups.
She knew that her puppies admire much to Thunderbolt. She watches television with her pups, but the signal is interrupts and an image appears, it is a new bulletin.
After finishing the entry of the bulleting; there is a image of a burning house, there was a reporter who talked about what was happening.
"Here in central London there is a house on fire, firefighters try to control the fire" the reporter says while the camera focuses on the house.
A woman completely hysterically screams trying to return to the burning house, but she is stopped by a police.
"My baby is inside!" the woman cries as she struggles with the police.
The camera focuses on the woman who tried by all means to return home, then the camera moves and focuses on a Dalmatian dog running towards the entrance of the house, he enters inside it.
"Pongo" Perdita says to recognize to her mate entering in the burning house.
Perdita is worried just like puppies, they fear the worst at not seeing their father out of the burning house, Perdita sees like Roger sees at the house, he is looked very worried, and in his hand he still had the strap of Pongo.
A moment later a downstairs window gets broke when Pongo crosses through it, he had a lump of light blue color on his snout, it was the baby.
Pongo gets close to the firemen and the lady who takes the baby in her arms as she wept for joy, one of the firemen checked the baby while Roger approaches to Pongo and checks him to see that he was not hurt.
The reporter and cameraman get close to Roger and Pongo.
The camera focuses on the right foreleg of Pongo; there is a piece of glass embedded in it. One of the firemen gets close to Pongo and examines the wound.
The fireman looks at Roger and makes a grimace, Roger holds to Pongo while the firefighter proceeds to remove the piece of glass of Pongo's foreleg, he is groaning in pain. The firefighter removes the piece of glass and then proceeds to bandage the foreleg of Pongo.
"I do not think it's something serious, but take him to the veterinarian" the fireman says watching to Roger, he nods. The reporter interviews to Roger about Pongo's actions and how he had saved the baby.
After a few minutes firefighters extinguish the fire, they celebrate like the rest of the people, one of the firefighters puts his helmet on the head of Pongo, he wags his tail.
A few minutes later the new ends and returns to normal programming.
"Did you see that? Dad is a hero "Lucky says watching to his siblings.
"Dad was very brave" Penny says watching to her brothers. They were very excited; they begin to talk about what they had just seen.
Perdita does not pay attention at her pups' conversation. She feels like a mixture of emotions are inside her: concern, anger, happiness, pride. It was very strange because she knew because that Pongo is safe.
About two hours later the puppies and Perdita heard like a car enters the farm. Puppies and Perdita quickly get out of the barn and run to the car, it stops in front of the house. Roger gets out of the car and opens the passenger's door for Pongo that gets out of the car.
The puppies look that Pongo is wearing a fireman's helmet, he had a bandaged leg.
"Dad you were great" Patch exclaims as he jumps excitedly around Pongo.
"We saw what you did in television" Cadpig says noticing the look of surprise that his father has on his face.
"Did you have fear?" Rolly asks looking at his father.
"How did you find the baby?" Penny asks.
"Why are you using that helmet?" Two-Tone asks looking at Pongo.
Perdita looks at Pongo, she smiles seeing like the puppies bombard to Pongo with questions that are answered without that he loses patience.
When the puppies eventually get quiet, Perdita can approach to Pongo; she looks and nuzzles affectionately to her mate. Pongo does the same thing.
"Did I worry to you?" Pongo asks seeing to Perdita.
"Yes, but if it was not you, that baby would not be alive now" Perdita responds looking at Pongo.
"Is your foreleg all right?" Perdita asks looking Pongo's bandaged leg, she sees that the bandage has a blood stain.
"Yes, the doctor said it was nothing serious" Pongo answers looking at Perdita, she nuzzles him.
"You seem more handsome with that helmet" Perdita exclaims smiling and watching to Pongo.
"One of the firefighters forgot it in the midst of the hubbub" Pongo says looking to Perdita. The puppies smile while cheerfully laugh.
Pongo spends the rest of the day with the puppies and Perdita.
The next day Pongo and Perdita are watching like the pups are playing, Pongo wants to join to the games but his injured leg stops him.
Pongo and Perdita hear a car coming down the road, they see to the road and gets surprised to see that a firefighter truck comes and stops near the entrance of the farm.
The puppies stop their games and observe that from the firefighter truck gets out a man dressed in jeans and a shirt with boots.
Pongo immediately recognizes the man, it was the fire chief. He smiles at Pongo and greets him. Pongo barks a moment while the fireman comes over and caresses to Pongo, then Roger and Anita gets out of the house and get close to the place where Pongo and the chief are waiting for them.
The firefighter greets to Roger and Anita, they think that the chief is a polite and nice person.
"What brings you to these parts?" Anita asks looking at the chief.
"I am in way to repair one of our trucks, we have been having problems with its electrical system" the fire chief responds looking to Roger and Anita.
"I see, I thought that passed to pick up one of your helmets" Roger says looking at the fire chief who laughs just like Roger and Anita. Pongo and Perdita laugh along with the puppies.
"That does not matter, we think that you dog can keep it" the chief says with a bit of seriousness in his voice.
"At the station we thought we would be a great help a dog like yours" the chief says watching to Roger and Anita, they gets surprised just the rest.
"Do you want that Pongo become a firefighter dog" Anita asks looking at the chief.
"Yes, he behaved in an excellent way when he rescued the baby, almost as if he knew what to do" the chief says looking at Pongo.
"Well, that's because Pongo has training like a firefighter dog" Roger says.
Perdita and puppies look at Pongo; he does not say anything while he is avoiding looking at his pups.
"Then why he does not work like firefighter dog?" The chief asks looking at Roger.
"Well that's because there were some problems" Roger answers looking at the Chief Fireman, Roger does not give an explanation.
"What do you say about my proposition?" the firefighter Chief says looking at Roger.
"That's not something that I decide, Pongo must decide it" Roger says looking at fire chief who looks surprised and confused.
"Pongo has family here, I think he should decide; maybe you think that it is weird, but I think he understands" Roger says looking at Pongo and after that at the chief.
"It will seem strange but I understand because some dogs are very special, my friend saved his life thanks to his dog that detected a disease that without treatment could kill him" the chief says looking at Roger.
"In any case, can I back in a week to know the decision of your dog?" the chief says looking at Roger.
The chief says goodbye and goes back to the truck, Roger and Anita see like the truck goes away of the farm.
Pongo leaves the place while everyone is seeing him, Pongo spend the rest of the day completely alone, although Perdita tries to talk to him like the puppies.
At night Pongo in the superior part of the barn, he is looking at the sky through the window. Perdita is in the bottom of the putting the puppies in the bed.
"Mom, did you know that dad had dog training like firefighter dog?" Lucky asks to his mother.
"No, he never told me" Perdita responds feeling pain inside, she felt somehow Pongo had lied to her.
After a few minutes later, Perdita climbs by the stairs to the superior level of the barn. Perdita thinks that puppies were asleep, but there were not sleeping. When Perdita disappears, they get up and huddle around a pipe, the puppies had installed a communication system between the bottom of the barn and the window of the barn, the puppies had installed the system in case that if they are doing a mischief, a puppy would alert them from the window.
Now the puppies can hear the conversation that would have Pongo and Perdita.
Perdita approaches to Pongo and sits beside him; she notices that Pongo's looks is directed towards the sky.
Perdita licks Pongo's cheek, he startles but she feels relieved to see his mate watching him fondly.
"How is your leg?" Perdita asks looking at Pongo.
"It is better" Pongo answers looking at Perdita.
"Did you put the puppies in the bed?" Pongo asks looking at Perdita, she nods. She looks at Pongo; he is looking at the sky again.
"Pongo..." Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"Sorry about this afternoon, but wanted to be alone" Pongo says looking at Perdita.
"I understand that ... Why you never said me that you were trained to be a firefighter dog" Perdita asks looking at Pongo.
"I guess I wanted to forget that, because it is a painful memory" Pongo responds looking at Perdita. Pongo instantly captures the look of curiosity of Perdita.
"You want to know" Pongo says looking at Perdita.
"Oh no of course not" Perdita says immediately, she do not want obligate to Pongo to reveal his past.
"In my family, being a firefighter dog was a tradition, it is my father, my mother, their parents ... well you understand" Pongo says looking at Perdita, she nods.
"My brothers and I grew up in a fire station where dad worked, mom would live with us until we were ready to leave, then she would return to her station" Pongo says looking at Perdita, she is listening intently just like her pup.
Pongo sighs sadly remembering those days when he was a puppy.
"My father loved us, but for him it was more important his work than his family" Pongo says looking at Perdita; she gets surprised by Pongo's words.
"We understood it, but sometimes mom and he fought for that reason, my mother wanted that my father spend more time with us" Pongo says.
"When we were growing up we started our training, my brothers did very well with that, but I ..." Pongo says watching to the starry sky.
"Although I gave all that I had, I could not do anything right; Mom tried to help me and support me in my training like Dad, but I did fail to have sufficient skills to qualify as my brothers, they were assigned to different stations" Pongo says looking at Perdita.
"I did not know what would be me; I could not be a firefighter dog, but one day Roger came to the station, he knew to the chief; he and Roger talked for a few moments and then Roger took me to his house" Pongo says looking at Perdita, she sees bitterness and sadness on Pongo's face.
"That was the last time I saw my parents, I cannot forget the look of shame and disappointment of my father to see that one of his children would only be a simple dog house" Pongo says looking at Perdita.
She is surprised to see how tears are falling from Pongo's eyes.
"I knew it was the shame of the family" Pongo says as he began to mourn for surprise of Perdita and the puppies. Lucky, Cadpig and Rolly cautiously up their heads over the stairs; they see that their mother is consoling to Pongo, he is crying gently to not awake the puppies.
Lucky like his siblings could not believe that Pongo cries, they had always seen their father as a strong and courageous figure. Perdita places her paw on Pongo's snout to raises his looks.
Pongo sees love in the look of Perdita; she is wiping tears of Pongo.
"I doubt that you are the shame of your family, do not think they have any idea that you care and protect to your mate and so many puppies" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"When I did meet you and became your mate, I always knew you were a dog brave, noble as you acted to save the baby from the burning building, you're all that a female could ask" Perdita says looking at her mate.
"The puppies found their hero in you, it is something that is clearly demonstrated, they and I are lucky to have you for take care of us" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he feels joy in his heart.
Pongo and Perdita look to each other, he kiss her gently. Both Dalmatians are united in a kiss that last some moments.
"Have you made a decision?" Perdita asks when she breaks the kiss.
"No" Pongo answers sighing.
"Now you know the truth, I can tell you that part of me wish to stay on the farm, but the other part wants to be a firefighter dog" Pongo says looking at Perdita.
"Would do it for your father and your family?" Perdita asks looking at Pongo, he nods.
"I know how you feel, in my family, well a part of my family is the same thing" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he sees to her with curiosity.
"My mother's family is like yours, their family tradition of being firefighter dog, my mother even though she liked the idea of helping people, but she thought that be a firefighter dog was not for her" Perdita says.
"Her family was very upset with her because she was refusing to be firefighter dog because she believed that her destiny was elsewhere, they distanced themselves from my mother..." Perdita says laughing softly while Pongo is looking at her.
"She is a determined and strong dog, my mother saw that she had no support from her family, so she left her home and lived on the street for about one year" Perdita sees looking at Pongo that gets surprised just like the puppies.
"One day she entered the home of my father, it was a mansion, she had turned the trash to find something to eat, but my father heard it and went to investigate, he found to my mother" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"She attacked him, my father just simply dodged the blows and bites of my mother, his owner heard the commotion and came to see what was happening, they were able to reduce my mother, my dad's owners saw that she was purebred, so they decided stay with her to have puppies with my father" Perdita says remembering as her mother had told the story of her life.
"My mother knew what the owners of my father wanted, she tried to escape, but they chained her, they fed her without getting too close, because she was aggressive" Perdita says looking at her mate.
"Then my father began to approach my mother, she rejected him trying to bite him" Perdita says softly laughing while she is looking at Pongo, he also smiles thinking about the story of Perdita.
"My father is stubborn and headstrong, but that does not mean that is a bad dog, he is very kind and caring like you, Pongo" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"My father took his time not speed things up, my mother was losing all hope of escape so she was resigned, she began to take affection to my father and ended up falling in love with him" Perdita says watching to her mate.
"When my mother told us her story, we were very excited, everyone wanted to become firefighter dog, my mother told us that we should not be it if we did not want, there is more than one way to be happy: we must find our way" Perdita says smiling to Pongo.
"What happened to your brothers?" Pongo asks to Perdita.
"The owners of my parents have as much or more money than Cruella, but they are very charitable persons with the people in need" Perdita says looking to Pongo.
"They believed that the world had given them so much; they should give something back, so they saw in me and my brothers that opportunity" Perdita says.
"Since we were puppies, the owners of my parents hired veterinarians and other people to study us and see our qualities, and decide for what thing we had skills" Perdita says while she is watching the sky through the window of the barn.
"To my older brother Mardoc likes children and has great patience for them, which is why he became a dog for special children" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"What do you mean with special children?" Pongo asks.
"Some children, for some reason, born with physical or psychological limitations that prevent them from developing normally as other children do" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he nods slightly.
"My brother works with them to help them, I saw how he was helping a child learn to walk, Mardoc was the child support, sometimes he lost his balance and did grab my brother's fur to not fall, I never saw him groaned in pain for that" Perdita says smiling softly as she remembers her brother.
"He must be a great dog for children" Pongo says, Perdita nods.
"In one occasion he suffered multiple wounds to protect a child" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he gets surprised to hear Perdita.
"What happened?" Pongo asks.
"One of the kids pulled the tail of a street dog without knowing that it hurts a lot, Mardoc tried to explain things to the dog that tried to bite the child, but my brother pull him away before the attack of another dogs" Perdita says watching to Pongo.
"The boy fell back on the floor, the dog and his friends tried to bite him but my brother would not let them, he placed himself on top of the kid and covered him" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he is surprised.
"My brother did not move even though the dogs were biting and hitting him, he just licked the boy's face to calm him down, then several people that saw what happened they took away to the dogs, they were taken to the pound ... that dogs never left that place" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he is surprised just like the puppies.
"My brother never complained about it, he knows that it's part of his job" Perdita says. Pongo and Perdita are silent for a moment.
"What happened to the rest of your brothers?" Pongo asks to Perdita.
"My brothers Dante and Brice became firefighter dogs" Perdita responds to Pongo that is listing.
"My sister Shawna, she has a very acute sense of smell that is greater than my own sees and my brothers, I know from where Rolly has his smell sense" Perdita says looking and smiling just like Pongo.
"She was trained as a rescue dog, she uses her nose for find people lost in ruins, forests or caves" Perdita says.
"Then there's my sister Juno, she loves to help the old people, so she works in a nursing home where she gives love and affection to people that sometimes have no family, she accompanies and take care of them until they leave this world "Perdita says looking at Pongo.
Pongo was surprised; he did not know Perdita's family play very important roles for several people.
"Finally I am here, when my brothers and sisters were assigned to their respective jobs, I felt very sad and frustrated" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"I had not show a special quality to be assigned to a mission like my brothers or sisters, but my father told me that I would have a special mission in this life that sooner or later will be reveal to me" Perdita says.
"My mother agreed, she told me that sometimes the most important missions are not necessarily the most famous, these missions often go unnoticed, but are very important" Perdita says while Pongo is listening carefully.
"When you and I had the puppies, I thought that was my mission, but when the eighty-four pups appear so I realized that's was my real mission, to be the mother ninety nine pups" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
She smiles at Pongo, he does the same thing.
"I was not chosen as my brothers because life had reserved me another important task, I think it's the same in your case" Perdita says looking at Pongo.
"Do not you become a firefighter dog, because you had to be the father of all our children and to do everything for them, even giving your life" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he rinses a tear in his right eye to think that the words of Perdita were true, perhaps his fate was on the farm with his family.
"I hope what I said will help you" Perdita says.
"Of course that it helps a lot" Pongo says, he kisses to Perdita, they break the kiss after a few moments.
"We better get some rest, you still have four days to make a decision" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he is surprised.
"Will you not stop me, if i decide to be a firefighter dog? Pongo asks.
"No, if you live happy being a dog firefighter dog" Perdita responds a bit of sadness in her voice.
"Do you think you can take care of the puppies you alone?" Pongo asks looking at Perdita.
"Sure I can" Perdita responds looking at Pongo, Perdita and Pongo lick to each other with love.
"Let's go to sleep" Pongo says looking at Perdita, she nods.
Perdita and Pongo walks toward the stairs, puppies quickly assume their positions to pretend that they are sleep so their parents would not scold them.
Pongo and Perdita down by the stairs, they go to the house.
"What happened to your parents?" Pongo asks while he is walking with Perdita.
"I guess that they still live in that mansion on the hill" Perdita responds smiling as she imagines to her parents resting peacefully in the shade of one of several trees that were in the house of their owners.
Pongo and Perdita get in the house; they go to the living room and lie down together. Perdita and Pongo fall asleep quickly while they are looking at each other with love. Pongo sleep thinking about the decision he would take.
The days pass quick, Pongo is pondering the decision that he should be given the next day, he was deep in thought when she feels a move on his paws, he looks down to see that Cadpig is on his paws.
"What it is happening Cadpig?" Pongo asks watching to his daughter.
"Eh ... my brothers sent me to talk to you" Cadpig responds watching to his father.
"They chose me to tell you that we expect that you take the decision with which you are happy Dad, if you decide to be a firefighter dog will feel very proud" Cadpig says watching to Pongo.
"Really?" Pongo asks looking at Cadpig, she nods.
"You take care and protected us, so we thought it's fair that you be happy regardless of your decision" Cadpig responds while he feels an affliction in his heart.
"Well Dad, I'm going, we are going to play so they are waiting for me" Cadpig says as she turns over and starts running.
"Wait a minute Cadpig" Pongo exclaims looking at Cadpig, she stops and looks at her father.
"Why her brothers did send to you to talk to me?" Pongo asks looking at Cadpig.
"They believed they would not the courage because they would start to mourn" Cadpig responds while she is flushing a tear from her right eye, she run again leaving to Pongo surprised.
The next day the fire chief visits the farm to learn the decision of Pongo.
"What decided your dog?" the fire chief asks looking to Roger and Anita, they look at Pongo that it is to their side.
Pongo moves toward where Perdita and the puppies sitting, they are very happy when he sits next to them.
"I think that says it all" the Fire Chief says looking at Roger and Anita.
"But we want that your dog be our honorary firefighter dog" the fire chief says looking to Roger and Anita, they are confused.
"As you will understand our job is not only fight fires, also teach children about the dangers of playing with fire and stuff, we thought we might have better results if I Pongo join us in some of our visits, children love dogs" the fire chief says looking at Roger and Anita.
"What do you say about that, boy?" Roger asks looking at Pongo; he wags his tail and barks.
"I think that's a yes" Anita says looking at Roger and the chief of the firefighters, he is happy.
"Excuse me; did you do the favor that I asked for?" Roger asks looking to fire chief.
"Yes, I talked to one of the men of fire station where Pongo born, he told me that Pongo's parents are still alive and working, his brothers too, but one of them were gave out of duty when he was wounded in a fire" the Fire Chief says looking at Roger.
Pongo was very surprised to hear about his family, he thought that maybe he would see them again in the future.
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**THE END**
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**Pongo, Perdita, Roger, Cadpig, Lucky, Penny, Patch, Two-Tone are © Disney**
**Mardoc, Dante, Brice, Shawna and Juno are my characters**
**The story is mine.**
**Written by Janus Oberoth** | FSE |
Title: Taking Home Kyle part 1 by the roo
Tags: Bondage, Drugging, Drugs, Gay, Horse, Kidnapping, M/M, Stallion, Wolf
18+ Dirty Stuff
The young, cream colored stallion with a light blond mane smiled like a fool at the muscular wolf sitting in front of him, the big guy having bought him coffee at the late night shop. He was surprised to find out how cool the older male really was. At first he had found the guy really intimidating because Kyle wasn't really muscular at all. He was only one hundred and sixty pounds and that wasn't really much for his species. But as the horse fondled the small rose tattoo on his left wrist, the big black wolf reached out and touched it. "Are you alright?" he asked, a big grin on his face. Kyle starred at the table with a blank look on his face, "I'm feeling a little weird...fuzzy." The wolf gave a false look of concern, "Maybe I should take you home, bud?" the wolf suggested, slipping his tainted canteen back into his sleeve. Making sure the counter girl wasn't looking, he got up and slipped his big arm around the horse's waist and picked him up like he was nothing, walking him out the front door. For all the girl knew, the two had simply walked out together.
As the wolf carried Kyle outside, the horse scuffed his hooves against the payment as he stumbled, the wolf holding him up by a loop on his jeans. When they reached the older male's hummer, he popped the door and helped him up into the leather seats, "There we go..." Once he got in the truck, the wolf didn't even look back to see the young horse curled up in the leather material. Pulling out of the parking lot, he just kept driving and driving until bright street lamp lit highways turned into dark back roads where the trees toward over everything. Finally making the final turn, they had arrived at a small, two story wooden house that looked like it had seen some recent remodeling.
Popping the door again, the wolf lifted the small stallion over into both of his arms, the young lads limbs completely limp and hanging because he was really out of it. His boots left a deep imprint in the wild looking yard as he stomped towards the front door. Keying in the code with Kyle over his left shoulder, the door buzzed and swung open. They were already half way up the stairs when it mechanically shut behind them. Kyle groaned as his horse snout was being tapped against the wolf's rock hard ass.
It was almost natural to the wolf when he laid his catch on the bed in his room. Despite his dirty life style, Burter Cole actually kept a clean room. He had sleek black sheets on his strong metal bed frame, a fire place, secured windows and blinds, and pictures of males in hardcore situations. Never concerned about anyone seeing them, they were just there, out in the open. But his mind was focused on his new pet. Stripping the stallion with no problem at all, he peeled off the small male's clothes, revealing his slim frame and his average package. He moved towards the closet, but was suddenly tempted by his own pleasures.
Turning Kyle to his side, the big bad wolf lifted the stallion's right leg by its ankle and pressed his muzzle into the area between the horse's ass crack and his sac. Inhaling deep, he always did enjoy that thick leathery odor most horse's had. Grunting and snarling in frustration, the wolf felt his dark nipples harden, sniffing wildly as he brushed his head up along the stallion's leg, taking in his scent. He had to tear himself away to stop, wanting to toy with his prey when it was awake.
With Kyle still heavily into his drug induced state, the wolf strapped him to the railing at the foot of his bed, the stallion's legs crossed as his wrists were bound to the bed by brown leather. The male didn't even twitch as Burter took a thick metal collar and placed it around the horse's thick neck, adjusting it so that it was snug, the metal prods on the inside pressing against his flesh. When it was all done, he made himself comfortable at the other end of the bed, crossing his arms behind his head and resting his big, heavy foot paws over Kyle's shoulders. Sort of setting his internal clock while starring at the one by his bed, the wolf slowly closed his eyes, planning on an early morning...
More to Come. | FSE |
Title: Ben & Nat: Love at Home Alone Pt. 04
Tags: teen, romantic, step, sister, brother, hot, incest, eighteen, home
*Note to the reader:
Thank you for your patience and feedback. This is the first time I've ever written something for someone else to read (much less erotic literature) and I'm very pleased it's been so well received. This is (probably) the last part. I hope it's been is as fun for you to read as it has been for me to write. If you have any suggestions or observations, please feel free to send them, I've read all comments thus far. I'm just learning how to write and can use all of the insights and criticism I can get.
Enjoy, and I'll be writing something new soon.*
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"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting beside her.
She handed him the glass and he drained it, then set it on the nightstand. She leaned forward, hands on knees, and stretched, tossing her hair out of her face. "Ben."
Uh oh. "Um, yes?"
She peered at him with narrowed eyes, leaned in close. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"I... didn't? I just sorta... figured it out." He shrugged nervously. "Was it okay?"
She grinned, cocked an eyebrow and tackled him.
He couldn't see through the cascade of hair, but that was fine. He followed the curves of her hips around to her ass, which rested at his navel. The farther down his fingertips stretched, the wetter she was to the touch. His cock felt like it would rip through his jeans and it didn't take much to interpret the same urgency through her every kiss, moan and caress.
She kissed her way down his neck to his chest, nibbling on his nipples in turn. Her fingernails weren't sharp but he felt her exploring the hair she found with them, much the way he'd done between her thighs. He hissed, surprised at how intense the sensations were and he felt her respond immediately with even more of the same.
He felt her fingers on his zipper. He tried and failed to swallow the lump in his throat and looked down. All he could see was her back, her sweet, round ass and the waves of white-gold hair tumbling down his torso, but when her fingers closed around the shaft of his cock through his boxer briefs, he involuntarily bucked his hips off the bed and her entire body with them.
"Nat," he said breathlessly.
"Shhh," she responded, tossing her hair to the side. She pushed down his underwear and his erection jumped up as if spring-loaded. "You took care of me. Now... let me take care of you." Well there was no arguing with that, and as he watched, she kissed the underside of the tip. He shuddered from toenails to eyebrows and pressed his palms against his forehead and eyes.
Her tongue trailed up from the base of his shaft to the very tip. "I didn't expect it to be so wet," she said, mostly to herself. "I had no idea guys did that."
"The more... turned on we are... the more comes out," he breathed. "Works the same way for us as it does for you, I guess."
"Cool," she said, and he felt the puffs of breath against the hyper-sensitive skin on the head of his cock. "I don't think... it doesn't look like I can... hmm." He felt her lips spread around the head, pushing against the skin of it so that it popped between them. Once the entire head was in her mouth, she left it there for a moment and then withdrew. "I can't. I know guys like -"
"Nat," he interrupted shakily, propping himself up on his elbows. "It doesn't matter, sweetheart. Really really. I just want you, and the sooner the better."
She frowned down at his cock, shrugged, and grinned. "Oh. Okay. I haven't been able to stop thinking about this for hours." She stroked her thighs with her palms apprehensively and tucked her hair behind her ears. "So what now?"
He pushed off his jeans and underwear and she helped him just like he'd helped her before. She leaned across his chest, propped up on an elbow near his nipple, and smiled down at him.
She'd tucked her legs up near his pillows and he carefully pushed one of his hands between her thighs. She made a happy little sound deep in her chest and it resonated through his. He explored higher, pressing the edge of his forefinger along her lips. Her thighs tightened around his hand immediately and her face disappeared against his chest again.
The more relaxed he became, the bolder his hand became, and while he petted her hair with the other, he spread her thighs by turning his palm and gently found the place his cock would soon be. People had always marveled at how big his hands were. He'd never found a pair of gloves that fit, no matter how 'one-size-fits-all' or 'extra large' they were. He watched all four inches of his middle finger disappear inside her very slowly and she bit his nipple, suppressing a cry. The last thing he wanted was to hurt her, and she knew that perfectly well. Once his palm was completely covering that soft, silky patch of honey colored hair, he withdrew it even slower than it went in.
The foot of her top leg was resting on his pillow and her hips were tilted toward him, and the smell... oh fuck me, the smell was driving him bonkers. She was so warm and soft! Everywhere, inside and out! It was too much to experience and continue to think at the same time.
"Again," she whispered in a feral little growl he'd never heard from her before. He went in again, just as slow and just as deep. When his palm was flat against her pubic hair and his middle finger was as far inside her as it would go, he clenched his hand, pulling his middle finger toward his palm. She whimpered (praying again) and he felt fresh droplets of pre-cum hit his belly, cooled from the air and practically sizzling at the contact, and he knew it was time.
They knew each other so well, he found he didn't have to say a word. She shifted up, kissed him with all of her love and lust and spread her thighs over him. He was too tall for her to reach and still kiss him like they both wanted, so he propped his feet almost under his butt and tilted his cock toward her.
"Maybe you'd better, um... " she started nervously, and lifted herself up on one knee. Her breasts were full, swollen and tantalizing, and he stroked one lovingly as his hand went down, down.
Their eyes met, his the dark, faded blue of old ice, and hers the deep green of a forest in the spring, just as the head of his cock found its home. No more than an inch apart, they moaned together, kissed briefly, and he felt the head pass between her those heavenly dark pink lips. She adjusted her hips, eyes half-lidded, lowered herself and buried her face in his neck, not far from where he'd wiped the smudge away earlier that evening. Her fingers spread under his shoulders and he felt her pussy spread around his cock, like a hand into that perfect glove he'd never been able to find.
She went so slow, concentrating with all of her might, and breathed short, sharp and fast, but she was determined and he was patient. Once, twice, three times she readjusted, and he knew that it was hurting her but she wanted it more than the pain could dissuade her. He waited for her, not thrusting and barely even breathing, until finally, hips rested against the base of his cock.
Shaking, she cried happy tears and he hugged her tight. The muscles cradling his cock clenched, relaxed, clenched even harder, and he knew that their first lovemaking session would not be a long one.
"I can't... I can't do any more," she said unhappily. He rolled them both to his left until he was on top of her and even managed to stay inside. She stroked his cheek and nodded.
Slowly he backed himself out and he felt her body moving around to find the perfect angle. There's time, we have all of our lives, he thought, and just as his head was nearing the end of its arc, he stopped.
"Ready?"
She nodded again, closing her eyes and exhaling. He supported himself on his palms just outside her shoulders and felt her warm little fingers against his sides. "God you're beautiful," he said.
She beamed and he slid back into her. Her mouth and eyes opened wide and she cried out in a high, helpless voice. He could only imagine how it felt for her, but for him, the sensation was like licking off a finger that had something delicious on it, like chocolate or honey. He eased back out, asked her if she was okay, and when she nodded furiously, clawing at his sides, he added a little more force to his thrust. She cried out louder this time, but with less surprise and shock, and he knew he didn't have long, especially when she was so very tight down there, and he'd been turned so far on he felt like he was thrumming all over like a guitar string.
"Nat... it won't be long," he said through gritted teeth, his body aching from the strain of moving so slowly and deliberately. She nodded again, mouthed an "okay" and clawed at as far up his back as she could reach. Another thrust, and another, each with a little more force, and then he made the mistake of looking down from her face to her breasts, which bounced with his movement, and that was it.
He could only manage two more thrusts before his entire groin erupted in liquid napalm. He pulled out of her just in time, roaring at the ceiling. All of his weight was on his arms, and finally they could take no more. He fell on her and buried his face in that heavenly hair, her smell. She stroked the back of his head, shushing and cooing, and held him tight as he quivered and gasped.
"Wow, you were loud," she said. "Fucking hot as hell." She curled her ankles behind his knees and his cock was bent at an uncomfortable angle, but he didn't care. Actually, he was pretty sure he was paralyzed. What a way to go. He ruptured his dick, and had an aneurysm, he thought, but that didn't sound so bad. He'd die a happy young man.
He muttered something in Swahili and snuggled in tighter, kissed what he could reach with his lips, her earlobe? She purred. Yep.
"How about a shower?" She asked. "The one in their bathroom is big enough, we could take one together."
"Oh yeah," he managed. "You read my mind, sweetheart." (Actually, it sounded more like yoorenn m'mnn suhherrt but she got it because she's cool like that.) He lifted himself up on his elbows and reached over the side of the bed to get one of the shirts he'd pushed off earlier. He wiped them both down as best he could and then collapsed next to her, massive chest heaving.
"Well well," she said, laying a hand on his thigh. "Somebody's not tired yet."
You can say that again, he thought. His cock was pestering him more with every passing moment. "Shower?" He said.
"Shower," she said, and kissed him. | literotica |
Title: Meeting Brett Ch. 01
Tags: first meeting, online lovers
She sat nervously in a chair at the airport terminal. She had been waiting and dreaming of this day for months, but now that it was here, she was full of mixed emotions—fear and excitement, desire and anxiety. Her fingers absently twisted at her short blonde hair while she waited.
He had called four hours before saying that he was at the airport and he would see her soon. After that she had quickly showered, shaved, and gotten ready to leave. She wore a black ribbed tank top, her favorite dark blue jeans, and her high heeled black sandals Underneath her clothes she wore a black thong and matching push-up bra. She scrutinized every aspect of her appearance while she put on makeup and fixed her hair. She applied thick black eyeliner, brown shadow, and mascara to accentuate her bright green eyes and bronze blush on her high, pale cheekbones. Seven years of marriage and having a baby had taken its toll on her once almost-perfect body, and now she was a little overweight and her D-cup breasts sagged more. But she knew that he liked her anyway, and with that she should be content. Finally, she got in her car and drove two hours to the airport to await his arrival.
An announcement came over the loudspeaker. "Flight 547 from Raleigh-Durham International has landed at gate 42." She smiled. Only a few more minutes.
She stood up, put on her chocolate flavored lip gloss, ran her fingers through her golden ringlets, and picked up the hand-written sign that read, "Billy Bob Johnson." That, of course, was not his real name, but his nickname on Yahoo Messenger, where they had spent so many hours talking in the past few months.
She held the sign as people started exiting the plane, and her stomach tightened nervously. Would she recognize him? Would he like her after meeting her in person? Would he be disappointed in her looks? They had exchanged many pictures, but she knew that pictures aren't always an accurate representation of the person. After a minute she started wondering if he even got on the plane or if he backed out at the last second. After all, it took several beers and a lot of coaxing to get him to even talk to her on the phone at first.
Then, she saw him. Oh, he was even better looking than the pictures made him seem. He had dark curly hair and huge brown eyes. His skin was smooth and tan over his subtle muscles. He wore a green t-shirt, blue jeans and black skater shoes. He was neither chubby or skinny or muscular, but a perfect combination of the three. He scanned the crowd as he stepped into the terminal and finally his eyes landed on her. Smiling, he walked toward her.
Her pulse quickened and she fiddled with her silly sign as he approached. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She had envisioned running toward him and jumping on him the moment he stepped into the terminal, but suddenly that seemed to be the wrong thing to do. Instead, she smiled at him and stood still, her stomach full of butterflies.
"Lindsay?" he said to her.
"Brett?" she said back. They stood for a moment just looking at each other. Then she dropped the sign at her feet and reached up to touch his face. Electricity shot through her body with their first contact.
"Hi," he said, and put his hand on her waist. He pulled her to him and their lips met for the first time. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his responded by encircling her waist, his hands exploring her back. Their tongues lightly mingled and their breath became heavier. They pressed closer against each other, lost in the bliss of their long-awaited connection.
She realized that second that it would be impossible to wait two hours to feel the rest of his body. She needed to touch his chest, his stomach, his legs... and of course she wanted so badly to have his cock inside of her in every imaginable position. She pulled away, awestruck and breathless. They stood quietly for a while, holding each other and basking in the passion that they already had for each other. Then she grabbed his hand and said, "Let's go get your suitcase."
They walked hand in hand toward the baggage claim area. Once there, Lindsay turned to Brett again and they put their arms around each other.
"You smell incredible," he said to her as his fingers grasped her hair, "and your lips taste like chocolate."
She nuzzled against his neck and held him tightly. "I am so glad you're here," she said.
"Me too. You have no idea," he responded.
Giggling, she replied, "Yeah, I have some idea." She looked into his eyes and once again they kissed passionately. She couldn't wait to get out of the airport. She had so many things she wanted to do.
Finally his suitcase came around and he grabbed it. They walked out of the airport together to the back of the parking garage where her blue Jeep Wrangler sat. She opened the back door and lifted his worn black suitcase into the back of the Jeep. Then she sat down and motioned for him to follow her.
As soon as he sat down she locked the doors and straddled him. They kissed, more hungrily this time, sucking on each others lips and tongues, their hands exploring one another more feverishly. His hands went up the back of her shirt and he felt the soft skin of her back. With one quick motion, Brett pulled her shirt over her head. They resumed their kiss, and her fingers danced over his smooth chest and stomach. She tugged at his shirt and he leaned forward so she could remove it.
She could feel the bulge growing through his jeans, and her pussy instantly became moist. He deftly unsnapped her bra in the back and took it off her body, tossing it aside. Her breasts hung firmly, crowned with large brown areolas and long, stiff nipples. He noticed a birthmark on her right breast just before his mouth engulfed her nipple. She moaned and arched her back as pleasure washed through her body. His hand toyed with her other breast as he continued sucking and nibbling at the right one. She moaned louder, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. The bulge in his pants was growing harder and she wanted desperately to be fucked by him.
She scooted back and began unbuckling his belt. Brett's hands continued to knead her breasts as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She rubbed his cock through his jeans and looked him in the eye.
"Are you ready?" she almost whispered.
"Yes, yes," he replied. "Thank God for tinted windows."
He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and then they realized she would have to dismount him in order for them both to take their pants off. She climbed off and they quickly disrobed so that they were totally naked.
His stiff cock quivered and she wanted to taste it right that second. Her head descended toward his lap and her tongue licked at the tip. He gasped when her soft lips wrapped around his solid erection and slid up and down the shaft. Her hands worked the base of his cock and fondled his balls as her tongue swirled around the swollen head. She could taste the salty precum when the tip of her tongue danced over his slit. Then she plunged her mouth back down, taking all eight inches into her mouth and throat.
"Oh, yes, yes, suck my cock," he whispered to her. "God you feel so good." He moaned and scooted down in the seat so she had more access. Lindsay used the tips of her fingers to lightly stroke his stomach below his navel which made him gasp and lift his ass off the seat, forcing more of his cock into her throat. It was getting more swollen and she knew he was close.
She released his cock from her mouth and whispered, "I want to taste your cum." Those words coming from her made him erupt into her ravenous mouth. He groaned as his cum hit the back of her throat and she greedily swallowed every drop. Her hand pumped and squeezed his cock until she had gulped down all of his cum.
Brett was in complete ecstasy as she continued to lap at his softening cock, and he longed to taste her cum just as she had tasted his.
"Lay down," he said, and she complied as best she could in the cramped space. Then she sat up and jumped in the back of the Jeep and motioned for him to follow her. She pushed a button and the back seat folded forward, giving them the entire back of the Jeep to continue their adventure.
Lindsay laid with her head near the back of the Jeep, her knees bent with her legs spread, and Brett knelt facing her. Her shaved pussy was glistening wet and he was so hungry to taste it, but he wanted to prolong their experience as much as he could. After all, there would never be another first meeting. He moved higher and kissed her deeply, his tongue mingling with hers, tasting a hint of his salty cum in her mouth. He moved down and kissed her neck while stroking her body with his fingertips, up to the edge of her nipples down to her hips. Her body shuddered with anticipation. She wanted him to fuck her, hard, deep, NOW, but he had other plans.
He inched down her body, trailing kisses as he went toward her breasts again, but stopped just above her nipples, exhaling his hot breath across it, and moving on to the valley between her peaks, kissing her soft skin. He moved above her other nipple and again his warm breath teased her and he moved on down her body. He kissed her stomach, circled her navel with his tongue, and kissed down her skin stopping short of her swollen clit. Again he exhaled and moved away. She was in agony, wanting to feel his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything inside of her aching pussy.
"Oh, God, stop teasing me, I want you so bad," she moaned, lifting her hips toward his face. Instead he returned and kissed her eager mouth, his hands wandering down her body.
This time his hands came back up to her throbbing nipples and squeezed them hard. The painful yet pleasurable sensation caused her to cry out loudly through their kiss.
"Please, please..." she whimpered. Brett could stand it no longer. He moved all the way down, put his face right in between her legs and sucked hard on her clit. She cried out again, momentarily forgetting they were in a semi-public place and that people might hear her. She writhed beneath him and her hands pinched and tugged at her erect nipples. His tongue swirled around her clit and then dipped down lower into her pussy, tasting her sweet honey.
"Oh Brett, Jesus Christ that's amazing," she muttered, and he continued forcing his tongue into her slit. He moved back up to her clit and inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy, immediately finding her g-spot and rubbing it forcefully.
Insane with ecstasy, Lindsay cried out a string of nonsensical words, "Oh! fuck! yes! Jesus! God! fuck! damn! oh! fuck! oh! yes!"
She was close to cumming and he wanted to make sure he was able to drink from her gushing pussy that he had so longed to taste. His tongue massaged her clit and he thrust his fingers hard against her g-spot. She wildly tossed her head back and forth and beat her fist on the seat, her eyes closed tightly and mouth biting at her lower lip. He removed his fingers and moved his mouth down to drink her juices as she came, waves of pleasure radiating from her clit through the rest of her body. Her pussy spasmed against his tongue and she exclaimed another series of nonsense words, her mind too wrapped up in desire to form conscious sounds.
His cock was hard again from watching her thrash during her orgasm and he could no longer control his lust for this sexy woman. Before she had fully recovered, he mounted her and drove his cock into her dripping pussy. She yelled out in surprise, opening her eyes to see his gorgeous face above hers. He bent down to kiss her as he thrust into her again vigorously. Her nails dug hard into his back and the pain was so unexpected it forced him to drive into her even harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she lifted her ass off the floor to allow him to penetrate her even more deeply. Plunge after plunge sent them both reeling to a state of ecstasy that neither had experienced before. He grabbed her firm breasts and held them as he thrust, then moved his hands down to her lush hips. Holding her tightly, he pounded his cock into her harder and harder.
"Yes, fuck me, fuck me," she said breathily, and moaned loudly.
Once again his balls tensed and he knew he was going to cum. He thrust one last time, and at the moment he came, she arched her back in her second wave of orgasmic bliss. Her pussy contracted around his throbbing cock as his load shot into her, her muscles milking and draining his sperm. They held that position for a few moments, lost in the sheer pleasure they had finally experienced with one another.
"Oh, oh, oh God, oh my Christ," Lindsay panted as she relaxed onto the floor. Brett pulled his wilting cock from her pussy and laid on his back next to her.
"Wow," was all he could manage to say.
"Yeah," she replied.
They lay together for a few minutes as their breath returned to its normal rate. She realized that their mixed fluids were dripping from her vagina onto the back of the seat and she should probably get cleaned up. She had lost her mind momentarily while experiencing the most incredible pleasure she had ever felt in her life, but now reality was slowly settling back in and she didn't want to soil her brand new car.
She reached down in the floorboard and emerged with a box of baby wipes which she always kept on hand. Brett looked at her with a mixture of adoration and comic puzzlement on his face.
She giggled and said, "I don't want love stains on my new car. Is that wrong?"
They cleaned themselves and dressed again. Still not ready to be even arms length apart, they cuddled up together in the back of the Jeep, holding and kissing each other and whispering into each others' ears.
"Do you think anyone heard us?" Brett asked, genuinely concerned.
"Who gives a fuck?" Lindsay replied. "I mean, this is an airport. People seeing people who they've been apart from. I expect that there's a lot of fucking going on in this parking garage on any given day."
"Really? In public?"
"I bet you ten bucks. Maybe we should ask the parking security. They would know."
"You're on," he replied, and they shook hands.
After another few minutes in each other's arms, Lindsay looked at the clock in her dash and realized that it had been an hour and a half since they had gotten to the car.
"I wanna get home so I can fuck you properly," she insisted.
"What, that wasn't a proper fucking?" he asked teasingly.
"You know what I mean."
They reluctantly climbed into the front seats and drove out of the garage. Before leaving, however, Lindsay stopped at the security booth and rolled down her window.
"Excuse me, sir?"
The middle-aged man looked up at her through the glass. "Yes?"
"I was wondering if you could answer a question for me. See, my friend and I were discussing whether or not a lot of... well... nookie takes place in the parking garages. I personally think that since it's a place where people are reuniting, that sometimes they can't wait to get home. My friend here doesn't know if people would actually do that in a public place. So, what is your experience with this subject?"
The security guard looked at her in shock, then realizing that she was serious, he cleared his throat and said, "Well, ma'am, I see a lot of vehicles... uh... rocking on a daily basis. Too many for it to be just someone who may be searching for something in their car, if you know what I mean. But I don't go inspect or anything."
Lindsay smiled and looked at her lover. "You owe me ten bucks."
"As a matter of fact," the guard continued, "I'm almost positive I saw this here blue Jeep rocking back and forth not too long ago." The man grinned knowingly.
"I lost my lip gloss," she replied with a wink, and drove out of the garage toward the airport exit. | literotica |
Title: From Our Eyes Chapter 4 My Attempt to Freedom by Sada of the Dawn
Tags: Dragon, Human, No-Yiff, Non-Anthro
"Breakfast!" the cell keeper called, throwing a piece of rotting meat in my cell.
I stared at the disgusting scrap of meat, and spit a blast of fire to get rid of the smell in my evil hell hole. I laid my head on top of my claws and sighed, sadly. I've been in this hell hole for three months, it feels longer though. I wonder if Syor is alright? I looked at an old skeleton and thought of the possibilities of what could have happen. Syor could have died by those creatures. They could have hanged her, slit her throat, burned her alive, they could have tortured her. I shook my head and put my claws over my eyes. I have to think about the good things. Syor could be at home waiting for me, she could still be alive. I just pray to Quinmeartha she's alright.
The sound of metal opening rung through out the cell, I listened as the keeper jingled the keys against my cell door and open it slowly. A boy with midnight black hair to his back with bangs the color of blood. His eyes were different from his people, one was topaz and the other was sapphire, both holding gentleness that was strangely comforting. Who was this elf though? I growled, telling him to go away like all the other visitors.
"Now that isn't the way to treat someone who is trying to help you, Memory." He said with a smug smirk on his face.
"How do you know my name you heartless creature!?" I growled.
The man chuckled and walked closer to me. I tried to move, but the chains kept me down.
"That human you protect ever so loyalty is very trusting. I'm sorry I couldn't stay and protect her for you." He said and bowed. "I'm Xalphor, 2nd in command of the army you fought."
"You're that elf that tried to help Syor."
"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" he laughed standing back up.
I looked at him, my dragon brow raised at his sudden outburst. He was a strange one, that was for sure.
"So, why are you here elf?" I question, trying to relax myself.
"My name is Xalphor and as I said before, I'm here to help you." He said, checking to see what the guard was doing.
The guard gave a loud cough still looking around, obviously not listening to the conversation. I stared at the elf for a few seconds than snorted, putting my head back on my claws.
"Why should I trust you? I may be grateful you saved Lady Syor, but I still don't trust your kind." I snapped, now ignoring him.
"Look here you stubborn dragon! I may not be your precious Lady Syor but I still want to help you. I don't approve of my people doing this to others and seeing creatures like you suffer. I'm going to help you like it or not." Xalphor said, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough not to let the guard hear.
"I'll believe it, when I see it." I muttered, closing my eyes.
He snorted and left the cell, to leave me alone in my solitude yet again. I sighed. Could that elf really help me escape from here? The day soon ended and I still laid in my cell thinking about the possibilities of escaping with my life. The guards stood watch at every corner of the castle and not one missed a person who passed by. No light was in my cell, it was all pitch black. Not even the moon shone into my cell to give me hope of escaping. Darkness welcomed me with open arms. The sound of clanking metal caught my attention as a guard left his post to check out the noise.
"Xalphor, sir? What are you doing here in this time of day?" He asked.
I continued to listen also wondering why the elf returned. A weak cough escaped from the guard's throat before more silence filled the cell. I snorted. I knew that elf couldn't be trusted. I heard keys jangle against the door and it squeaked open. Footsteps closed in on me. I looked up to see a dark, familiar face.
"Told you, I'd help." He said, smirking and dangling the keys to my chains. "Now let's get out."
He began to remove the chains from my legs and body. I watched his every move as he lifted the chains off.
"Why are you helping me? You'll be rejected by your own people." I muttered.
"I've always been rejected. I was never like them. I could never take a life for the joy of killing. My people may be one with nature but they'll never be able to control nature."
I heard another pair of foot steps walk in on us and Xalphor quickly turned to them.
"I knew you'd disappoint us. You always do." The man said, holding his eagle like helmet at his side.
He wore blood red armor and seemed to have many experiences in the way of the sword. The man drew his sword, holding no emotion in his eyes. Xalphor stood up and stared at the man.
"Come now son, you wouldn't want to disappoint me and your mother now?" The man said walking closer and dragging his sword across the ground.
"I could never impress you father and mother never acknowledges my existence. Ya'll never cared about me." Xalphor snapped.
"Die than!" His father yelled and charged.
I stepped in front of the two NightElfs and roared at Xalphor's father. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me as if he was studying my next move. He was trying to read me. I snorted, flames shooting out of my nostrils.
"It seems you have befriended that beast. Hn...you'll got to hell for helping out one of these servants of the devil."
"I'm not a servant of the devil you godforsaken monster! What makes you think all these pointless killings are the way that nature wants it?!" I roared, trying to hold myself back from attacking the NightElf before me.
"It is the will of god that drives my people! It is god's wish for every single one of my people to purify this land he created for us. To send those, that have defied the laws he created, to the place where they rightfully belong!" He yelled. "I am the right hand man of god and I will do as god wishes, for I am the lord and savior's servant!"
"How can you believe in such foolishness?! How is this the will of good!? What makes you think god wants all this blood spilled in his name!?" I snapped.
"You'll never understand, foul beast. You are a servant of hell and will always will be."
"If this is really the will of god than never count on me to be a follower of him or any other higher power. I shall find my own way through life rather than relying on a higher power."
"Hn...Than burn in hell!"
Xalphor's father charged at me, fire burning in his eyes. I got in position to burn the foul creature to a crisp. I took in a deep breath and blew, but before I knew it, Xalphor stood in front of the green flames his sword sucking in its power. He stood there now with a sword shrouded in green flames. His and his father's sword clashed and now the fight was of pure strength.
"You will die with you hell driven pet, Xalphor!" His father yelled.
"I will show you father, that there is more to life than god." Xalphor said and pushed hard against his sword.
His father flinched from the intensity of the flames and was left to bind to his knee. Xalphor finally pushed with all his strength, knocking his father back and slicing through his armor. The fire dispersed from the sword making it shined more of blood red than it ever did. He stared at his father's knocked out body, knowing he wasn't dead. He put his sword back in his sheath and looked back at me.
"Get out of here, Memory. I must pay for my crimes." He said as if he was about ready to break down. "Tell your Lady Syor that I will meet her again some day."
I chuckled and shook my head, grabbing a hold of the elf and placing him upon my back.
"Tell her yourself." I said and took flight, breaking through my once stone cell.
Xalphor held on for dear life not thinking twice of letting go. The people below began to scatter, scared that there was no order in their once peaceful home. Xalphor stared down at his people and sighed. He began to mess with the bracelet on his left wrist and quickly looked away.
"Look, I know you don't want to leave but sooner or later you were going to have to. I knew I would never be by Syor's side, but I promised her I'd return. Maybe one day you can return to your people and make a change for the better than what your father is doing." I said trying to comfort him.
"I guess so...Thank you, Memory, I shall pay your kindness back some how." Xalphor said, actually putting on a smile.
Hopefully I can learn from this being, probably we can become...friends. But one thing is for sure I must learn of another way than flying every where. Sooner or later someone will strike us while we sleep. I must learn a new ability. | FSE |
Title: The Unlucky Virgin, Chapter 1 by Hinny Mule
Tags: Demon, M/F, Rape, Seduction, Slavery, Torture (moderate), Transformation
Fellow Furries, This story is very adult oriented and is NOT for youngsters or the squeamish. It touches the darker side of sexual pleasure and pain and is about the damnation of an innocent through his own stupidity. If you do read it and are offended I am truly sorry, but please remember I did not force you to read it. My stories are also copyrighted, so no Takee!
The Unlucky Virgin, Chapter 1 By William W. Kelso
There is no way I deserved what happened to me, no one deserves something so horrible. I'll admit what I did was stupid, but I've always been pretty much a loner. You know, the overweight nerdy kid who could never get a date. So what else was I supposed to do? I mean I do have normal sexual needs, believe it or not, so it was masturbation or nothing. I certainly wasn't a bad or evil person, just lonely and wanting to experience love like any other man. At first I just jacked off the normal way, but after awhile I began to experiment with ways of making it more exciting or erotic. You know, fantasies and stuff like that.
I should have realized that going to an occult shop and buying a "spell" that was supposed to summon a "Demoness of Carnal Pleasure" was probably not the brightest idea. When they were handing out brains I'm afraid I got stuck in the dumbass line twice. But anyway, I bought the "spell" and a set of "black mass candles" for a few bucks. After I got back home I went down into the old cellar because it had a large bare concrete floor and drew a pentagram like the spell instructed. If I'd drawn it on one of the upstairs floors there would have been hell to pay. The next thing was lighting the candles. After all that was done I took off all my clothes, sat down and got comfortable and started to masturbate. I said the weird sounding words to the spell, and honestly it was pretty arousing. They sounded like Latin or something. Somehow I managed not to come until I reached the end of the invocation which was pretty long, and when I did come I let some of my cum drip on one of the candles (like the spells instructions said) right at the same moment I came, and spoke the last word to the spell.
What happened next was totally unexpected. There was the sudden feeling of the air being sucked into a void and a large reddish cloud appeared in the middle of the pentagram! I was too shocked to do anything but stare, and never once thought to run. That was my first big mistake.
As I gaped with my mouth hanging open the smoke dissipated, and my mouth hung open even more when the creature inside the cloud was revealed. It was a real Demoness! There could be no doubt about that because nothing natural had ever looked like she did, and it was definitely a SHE. She was bestial and yet beautiful at the same time in a very exotic way. She had been crouched over and at first I thought she was wrapped in a cloak, but then she stood up and spread her bat like wings with a hiss of pleasure. She snapped her wings out to full extension and stretched, bending her back and thrusting out her magnificent breasts, and gave a low rumbling hiss that was very erotic, her forked tongue licking over her fanged muzzle. She was part goat and part human, with some reptile mixed in. From the waist down she was goat like with hairy legs and cloven hooves. Her hips were wide and her torso was human with full firm breasts. Her breast and belly were covered in fine reddish scales and she had shaggy fur on her back and legs. Her head was goat like too, with large fox like ears and horns like a goat, but she had fangs like a carnivore, and as she licked her teeth I saw she had a long forked tongue just like a snake.
I had never seen anything so horrible, and yet so very erotically beautiful at the same time. I felt my penis which had begun to go limp stiffen to an aching erection in record time and I moaned in lust. As she turned around to survey the place to which she had been summoned I could clearly see her long reptilian prehensile tail with a barbed spear point at the end. Like I said, she was hideous and yet also incredibly beautiful at the same time. I realized I had never wanted a female more then I wanted her, despite the fact she was more animal then human, and thought I would come again just from looking at her. And her scent, OMG.
The Demoness finally noticed me, and stepping closer to the edge of the pentagram to get a better look at me she said in a deep throaty voice,
"I am Vulva! Patron Demoness of Carnal Pleasssure, who has dared to ssssummon me?" Then she crouched down to take an even closer look at me.
She was just a few inches away now and I could clearly see she had eyes like a snake, beautiful but expressionless. Her upper torso and those beautiful breasts were covered with tiny reddish & tan colored scales that looked smooth and soft. She ran her forked tongue over her lips slowly before sucking it into her mouth with a wet slurp. She was so beautiful all I could do was stare.
She waited awhile, letting her forked tongue loll over her fangs, and the whole time I just stared like a moron. Finally she let out a impatient hiss, and again said,
"I am VULVA! Patron Demoness of Carnal Pleassure, who the HELL hass dared to ssummon me?" Then she asked, "YOU?!?" with a loud hiss.
That snapped me out of my trance, but all I could manage to say was "Der, uh huh!"
"Oh, thisss isss jusst great! She said, "Firsst time I get ssummoned in yearss and it'ss by an idiot! OK, if you DID ssummon me, then WHAT do you want? My time is very valuable!!"
What DID I want?? I was still in a state of shocked disbelief, and also very aware I was still naked and aroused in front of a beautiful female (even if not human). For me it was horribly embarrassing. It took me awhile to remember what I DID want!
"Oh, I'm, uh, sorry, please wait a minute!" I said, and picked up the spell page and read it again. "Um, OK, according to this spell if I summon you, um, you have to grant me three wishes in exchange for my virgin seed (boy did that sound stupid)! The first is larger loins, two is the ability to have sex as often as I want, and three is the ability to have sex with any female I desire. Um, and in exchange I will, Um, have sex with you and give you my virgin seed since I'm a virgin (still sounded stupid!). And you will swear that you will not harm me while I'm in the pentagram and um, coupling with you. That's um, what I want. Um, OK? Please?"
The Demoness leaned back and squatted on her hind legs for awhile, and seemed to be thinking about it. The whole time I was mesmerized by her tail as it swished slowly back and forth, my eyes irresistibly following it. After a short time she suddenly smiled a truly evil smile, and said,
"NO, I think NOT mortal!'
That wasn't the answer I had expected. If this even this creature rejected me then what chance would I ever have with a real woman? It really hurt my feelings. "But, but, why not? I managed to blurt out, I, I really am a virgin! I promise!" I had never been this aroused before, and God help me I WANTED her so bad! I was so desperate it was pitiful and of course she knew that. She smiled again, and said,
"Oh yesss, she said, I know that already as otherwisse the spell would not have worked Einsstein, Hiissss, but why sshould I make a deal with a fool like you when I already own you? Body and SSSoul!"
Suddenly her tail whipped out of the pentagram and wrapped around my ankle like a striking snake. It was so quick I had no time to even try to react before she had dragged me into the pentagram! It was so sudden I was too shocked to scream, or even try and resist.
"No!" I said, "NO! You're not supposed to be able to breach the pentagram unless I give you permission! You have to let me go!" She just smiled and stepped forward and straddled me, and said,
"SSorry my pet, that only workss if you use real black masss candless, otherwisse I can breach the border for sshort periodsss, more than long enough to ssnare a sstupid mortal like you! Now, as to your virgin sseed, I DO want it and I WILL have it, NOW!" she said with an evil hiss as she ran her forked tongue over her fangs in anticipation of what was to come.
I had been looking at her face, but as she crouched and lowered herself over me her legs spread further apart and my eyes shifted downward and I could clearly see her vagina. It was a dark blood red color, and as I watched it puckered like a mouth with its lips pursing and closing! I was suddenly aware of a strong musky scent of burnt cinnamon and felt myself responding to it, and if it was possible I became even harder.
"NO, please don't!" I cried out as she hunkered down even lower, "Please I've never done this before, Please I really don't want to! Please don't, I'm a virgin!" (I could not believe I said that last part.) But I kept staring at those beckoning lips and the pleasure they promised, my penis rock hard and throbbing in anticipation.
"Of coursse you are and that iss what will make thiss sso enjoyable, my pet, at leasst for me! What YOU want isss of no conssequence, my pet.", she said as her tail whipped around and gently looped around the base of my rigid penis and stood it upright. "You ssay one thing, your cock ssays another!"
I whimpered as I felt her tail wrap around my penis, and looked up at the wet folds of her vagina in terror and longing, and as I watched a drop of liquid dripped from those beckoning lips. Ohhhhh, my God!
With another smile and drooling lick of her fangs she leaned forward and pinned my shoulders with her powerful clawed hands, and crouching down further she used her tail to guide the tip of my penis until I could feel it pressing against her nether lips. I could feel their slick wetness and heat and felt fluid from them dripping onto, and running down my shaft. OMG! She looked at me with a truly evil grin on her muzzle. "Do you want me? Do you want me to give you more pain and pleasure then you could ever possibly imagine?" she hissed softly, licking her fangs, that evil smile still on her face.
"Noo, please don't do this, please don't!!" I begged. But I lied, I wanted her more then I'd ever wanted anything else in my life and she KNEW it. She growled and said,
"The time for talking isss OVER!". Suddenly threw her head back and gave another deep guttural growl and lowered herself onto me until her rump was grinding against my thighs.
I let out an unwanted moan of pleasure as I felt myself penetrate her and her vagina swallowed my aching cock. She began to rock back & forth, grinding herself against me in a regular motion that took me in to the hilt with each downward thrust as she snarled and hissed in pleasure.
I heard someone else moaning in pleasure and realized it was me. "Oh, Ohh!" May God forgive me, but it felt so GOOD! I began to thrust up as she ground down and the pleasure increased. She gave a pleased grunt as I thrust up into her and hissed,
"Oh yesss, my pet, that'sss it! You virginss are sso sssweet and pure! Thrusst harder, HARDER, my sslave, and pleassure your Mistress!!"
She gave another powerful downward thrust and pinned me, taking me into her to the hilt. I felt something soft, hot, and wet envelope my testicles! I realized with sudden disbelief that her vagina had swallowed my balls, that she'd completely taken my loins inside herself!! She let out a deep guttural groan of pleasure and began grinding down onto me again.
"Uhuh, Ugghh!" I moaned. I thought I would explode any second, but she was an expert and knew what she was doing. I writhed and bucked helplessly, my hands clawing at the concrete floor until they bled, and she brought me to the brink of coming again, and again, and again! I screamed begged her,
"Please, Oh please let me come, pleaaasse!! I sobbed, my head whipping back and forth. She just smiled and let out a long hiss, and said,
"Oh no, my pet, we're just getting sstarted, jusst getting acquainted, you and I! This is only a tassste of what iss to come!"
"Please, pleaaassee! It huuurrttss!" I moaned".
She brutally raped me until I was screaming from my need and begging for release, but no matter how bad I needed to come, or how hard I tried to, she wouldn't let me. I can't began to describe what it was like to have my penis AND testicles inside of her, completely at her control, and unable even to come. Her vaginal muscles stroked every inch of my penis and kneaded and fondled my testicles constantly. She ground down on me endlessly, making bestial grunts and snarls of pleasure as she watched me moan and writhe helplessly, thrusting up to meet her as I desperately tried to come. I reached up to try and push her off, but instead all I ended up doing was kneading her large firm breasts, and under my hands I felt her nipples grow and become rigid. She held my hands there and I had no choice but to do as she wanted, and stroked and fondled her breasts & thumb size nipples.
Leaning over she crushed her muzzle against my face and her long forked tongue forced itself deep into my mouth, and I kissed her back as hard as I could while she stared into my soul with those beautiful reptilian eyes. We "kissed" for a long time as she continued to grind down on me and I thrust upward helplessly. Finally she pulled back a few inches, and said in a deep guttural voice,
"Ohhhhh yeeessss! She hissed, it hass been SSO long ssince I had a virgin! I had forgotten the pleaSsure of taking and corrupting ssuch innocence. You pleassure me well my sslave! Your Mistress is pleeasssed! Oh yessssss!!" And lowering her head she kissed me again, and it lasted much longer this time, our tongues sliding in to and exploring each other's mouths. It was agonizing ecstasy, and I screamed even as I kept greedily kissing her. After a few minutes she reared back up, her head thrown back, and bucked and rocked back and forth faster than ever and all I could do was gasp and try to breath as I clawed at the floor leaving streaks of blood as my fingernails were long gone.
And it went on and on, with her bringing me to the brink again and again. Just when I thought the agonizing ecstasy would never stop, she suddenly leaned forward again and pinned my shoulders and came to a complete halt with my aching rampant erection still buried in her to the hilt. I could feel her vagina gently caressing my testicles. "Ohhhhhhhh" I sobbed, and reached up to fondle her breasts again. Her eyes were half closed and her forked tongue was lolling out of the corner of her mouth as she stared at me. She leaned closer and gently and lovingly ran her tongue across my face and gave me a short deep kiss, and asked,
"Tell me, my pet, do you want me? Do you wisssh to come and fill me with your virgin sseed? Do you dessire to ssslack your lusst in my loinsss? Hisss?"
I looked up at her gasping and tried to say something and finally managed to gasp out, "Oh yes Mistress, please don't leave me like this, please!" as tears ran down my cheeks. "Oh Pleeaaasssse!" She gently licked the tears from my face, and asked.
"Do you dessire me more than anything? Do you dessire the pain and pleasure I can give you that will make you sscream in ecsstasy? Do you dessire me to rape your body and your ssoul, to bind you to me for an eternity of ssexual ssslavery? Do you dessire to give me your virgin sseed of your own free will moral? If that is your desssire then give me what I want, NOW!" Hiiisssss!
I heard what she was saying, what she was offering me, but you need to understand she had been raping me for hours on end. I was so far gone in my sexual need that I was helpless to refuse to give her what she wanted, no matter what she told me. "Yesss! Mistress, I screamed, Take what you want!"
With a grunt I grabbed her around the waist and began to thrust up into her on my own while she remained motionless and I freely gave her what she wanted, and it would damn me for eternity. It was not right or fair, but it was my own fault and I blame no one else, not even her because she had warned me what my "reward" would be. She looked down at me with a grin as I labored and gave a hiss of approval.
"Yeesss! My pet, my ssslave! That'sss it! Give it to me! Give me your virgin ssseed! Give your Mistress your innocence and sssoul, and I will give you pain and pleasssure beyond imaginig, now and forever! And now it is TIME!" She grunted with a deep guttural bellow as she ground down on me one final time.
I rose to meet her and she let me COME!! "Thank you Mistress!" I sobbed. It was indescribable. I exploded and as I orgasmed her vagina squeezed my testicles and stroked my shaft, and it went on and on and on! I could only scream and buck helplessly as I felt my seed pour into her as I ejaculated again and again. It was agonizing ecstasy. She threw her head back and roared her own ecstasy.
"Yesss! She hissed in a guttural voice, that'sss it, my pet, every lasssst DROP!"
After what seemed like forever she let out a final pleased grunt and let me go. I gave a moan as my now limp and numb cock and balls slid out of her vagina with a wet slurping sound, and I swear her vagina actually smacked its lips in satisfaction.
With a sob I held myself and rolled over on my side. I felt like I had been beaten black and blue and then been kicked in the groin by a horse. Then I threw up and passed out. I don't know how long I was out, but when I woke up I held myself and softly moaned from the pain and soreness. I looked up and saw Vulva still standing over me. She was running her claws through her fur and preening herself, licking her fingers to wet them to help slick down her fur. She looked very happy with herself. When she saw I was awake she stopped and looked at me.
"You are awake, my pet! Tell me, wass it asss good for you asss it was for me?" She asked with an evil chuckle. "A virgin's sseed is ssuch a ssspecial treat for me. There is nothing more pleassurable then raping and draining a virgin for the firssst time! Your loins were overflowing with your sseed and you must have sspurted fifteen timess, it was deliciouss, so ssweet and pure! You pleassured me well. I am pleassed." She smiled again, and then gave a sigh as she stretched with her head thrown back and arms spread. "Mmmm, hiissss." She hissed.
I didn't answer, but got up on my hands and knees and started crawling for the edge of the pentagram. Now that it was over I was in no mood to keep my part of our "bargain". Vulva watched me out of the corner of her eye until I'd almost reached the edge, then let out a deep guttural laugh, and said,
"And jusst where do you think you're going my new sslave?" One of her hoofs lashed out and knocked me flat on face, and her tail dragged me back into the center of the pentagram as I struggled uselessly. She put her hoof in the center of back pinning me to the floor. "Like I sssaid my pet, you are mine now, body and ssoul!! You belong to me now, and you could not leave the pentagram anyway, you are now bound by it asss much asss I, you are a creature of hell yoursself now"
I wondered what she meant by that, but then I could only writhe helplessly and scream as Vulva began carving something in one of my butt cheeks, her powerful hoofed foot in my back kept me pinned helplessly despite my struggles. She used the barbed tip of her tail which was glowing red hot to carve the markings into my flesh, and I could smell my flesh burn as the heat seared it. My screams seemed to please her. Finally she was satisfied with her work, and removed her hoof. I turned my head and tried to look at what she had done to me, sobbing from the pain. With a smile she laughed and said,
"Don't worry my pet, I jusst branded you to make ssure that everyone and everything knowss you belong to Vulva. It will be your only protection in thiss place where you are very valuable property indeed. There are thosse would take you from your Mistress if they could, and they would be far lesss, um, gentle then I, my pet."
I finally managed to get a closer look at the brand on my rump, it was in the shape of a circle with a pentagram inside and some letters or characters that hurt my eyes just to look at. It hurt, but the wounds had been seared by the heat and there was no blood. In a few minutes the angry red burns faded and the brand looked like it had been there forever. Ohhh Guu, Guuu, I thought, I've been branded like an animal! And I realized I could no longer say, or even think, the "G" word! I could no longer even beg for mercy.
"Now come, she said, it iss time for uss to take you to your new home and put you to work. All my petsss must earn their living by working hard for their Mistress."
For the first time I suddenly realized we were no longer in the basement of my house, but instead in the middle of a large ancient pentagram carved in stone in the middle of a hot dry desert like place of blowing sand and red cloudless searing skies. "Where ARE we I moaned?"
Vulva let out a hiss of amusement, and said "Where do you THINK you ssstupid beasst, welcome to your new home, welcome to Hell!"
"Nnnnoooo! I screamed. "It can't be! I'm not dead, I don't deserve this! It's not fair!" She laughed again,
"Ssince when iss anything fair my pet?? But don't you worry my lovely new sslave, asss long as you wear my brand none will dare harm you. Now come with me, we are wassting time! Don't worry, we don't have far to go! Already my minionss are preparing a sspecial place just for you. Yesss, we will take very good care of you."
Before I could react her long prehensile tail whipped between my legs and quickly wrapped itself around the top of my scrotum in a firm grip so there was no way my balls could slip loose. I let out a grunt of pain and surprise, and when she started to walk I had no choice but to follow her obediently. Any man would have, being led by your balls is a hell of an incentive! I gripped her tail to try and take some of the strain off my still sore and numb genitals and made sure I kept up with her. Her tail was surprisingly soft despite the scales, and I found myself gently stroking it with one hand. She looked over her shoulder at me in pleased surprise.
"Normally I would use a leassh" she said, "but my tail will do nicely for now, don't you think sslave? And don't ssstop, that feelss nice."
Giving my balls another yank she led me away from the pentagram and down a barely visible trail in the hot sand. I just moaned and followed because I had no choice. I kept stroking her tail as she had ordered and I found it helped soothe me a little and took the edge off my terror, and she clenched and unclenched its grip and the barb on the tip was now velvety smooth and it gently caressed and fondled my testicles, causing me to give small gasps of involuntary pleasure.
She was right, we didn't have far to go. After only a few hundred yards we came to a kind of warren or caves in the sides of a cliff, and there were tunnels leading underground at the base. The entrance was barred, and was guarded by two horrible looking creatures. Both were part human, but one was also part goat and the other part baboon. They were nude, but had spears. Then to my horror I found myself starting to get an erection. After what had been done to me that should have have been impossible, but I could only watch helplessly as my penis slowly lengthened and thickened. I had NO desire for these hideous creatures, but in spite of myself I soon had an aching throbbing rock hard erection. I also noticed with a mixture of surprise, and a more than a little confusion, that my penis and my testicles were definitely LARGER then they had been before Vulva had raped me. My cock was a good two or three inches longer, and my balls had at least doubled in size. It felt good, and the feel of Vulva's warm soft tail wrapped around my scrotum made me give a soft moan of lust. Ohh, ohh, what was happening! Vulva noticed it with a satisfied smile, and said,
"Don't worry, my pet. We'll take care of that magnificent new erection of yourss sssoon. It would be a sshame to let it go to wasste, so just be patient."
She led me into a tunnel which gradually sloped downwards, and after awhile we came to a corridor with small rooms or cells along the sides. After the cells ended we came to some larger rooms, some with bars across the doors and some without. The whole time the aching throbbing need in my cock and balls had been growing, and I could even feel by loins gently pulsating, and the whole time she had been fondling me with her tail. I had never been so aroused and horny in my life. It was like her raping me for hours had never even happened. "Ohhhhh." I moaned as another wave of lust made me shudder. What was WRONG with me! I found myself staring at her swaying backside in desire, and oh how I wanted her!
In some of the rooms we passed women were being brutally raped; or "serviced" as Vulva said, by animals. I watched in horror as one woman, down on all fours, was being brutally fucked by a huge shaggy boar, its squeals of pleasure and her moans of despair mixing together. In another room a ram was grunting in pleasure as it serviced another woman who had been strapped into some sort of mounting brace. It bleated in pleasure but she made no sound, just stared with blank eyes. In the next room a woman was wrapped in the embrace of a huge snake, its twin penises penetrating her as it held her firmly in its coils. As it hissed in pleasure she kept saying in a soft child like voice, "Oh please, please don't, please make it stop", over and over again. I had to lean against the wall and vomit, and Vulva waited patiently until I was through. And so on and so on, one sexual perversion and horror after another. And every second I was horrified to find my own lust growing and growing until it was unbearable, the terrible things I had seen only made some part of me desire sex even more. With a moan I grabbed my cock and begin to masturbate desperately, but it didn't do any good even though I was slick with pre. Despite my aching need I just couldn't come, and the jacking off only made my lust even worse! "Uh Uh Ugggghh!" I moaned as I staggered after my Mistress. I eyed her rump in growing desperation, oh how I wanted her!
Finally Vulva came to a halt in front of one of the larger rooms and led me inside. "Well, here we are my pet, your new home!" Her tail let my balls go and I stood there moaning and stroking and cupping myself and looked around, my whole body shuddering from my lust. What was wrooong with me! It was a pretty large room with more than one entrance, bars across the doors, a dirt floor, and nothing else. It smelled like a zoo.
"Pleeeasse!" I begged, "Oh please, don't leave me like this!" I grunted as I kept stroking myself, but it didn't do any good. I had never felt anything like this need before, never felt such pure lust.
"Patience, my ssslave!" She said, "I'm not a sssadist. You won't have to wait to try and sslack your lussst for much longer!"
Just a few seconds later I heard the sounds of someone or something approaching down the dark hall, and from the sound it was more than one. The shuffling and clopping (?) sounds gradually got louder. I watched as another one of the part human/part baboon creatures entered the room and she was leading a string of large goats, four all total. These were not cute petting zoo goats, but large shaggy Nanny goats with glaring yellow eyes and large pendulous udders. The hideous baboon woman led them in and turned them toward the wall so that their hindquarters were facing me and my cock began to throb even harder and suddenly I had a sickening feeling in my soul. I looked at Vulva in horror, "No!" I said, Oh please, NO!"
Vulva stepped forward and put her hand on my back and very gently pushed me towards the first goat in the line. As we got closer I could clearly see its rump, its dark pink vagina gleaming wetly at the base of its tail. I moaned as I felt another wave of lust wash over me and I could SMELL the goats need. Vulva noticed my horrified stare and said with glee,
"Oh yesss my pet! SShe and all these other fine ladiess are all for you, all aching for your ssservicess! Did I not promise I would soon let you try and slack your lussst!"
I looked at her in horror, "No, please!" I said in a pleading voice. "It's not right, it's not natural. They're animals! I don't want to do this, don't make me do this, oh please Mistress!" With a smile she said,
"What'sss not natural? You're male and arousssed, they're female and aroussed, you're both animalss, and you're compatible! I know that no matter what you ssay, you want them, need them, asss much as they need you! They are ripe and aching for your sservicess and you musstn't disssappoint them, or yoursself."
"No, Please!" I moaned, "Let me make love to you instead, please Mistress! I will do my best to pleasure you."
"Oh no, my pet!" She answered, "Asss much as I'd enjoy that your sseed is much too valuable to use jusst for pleasssure!"
By then she had guided me right behind the first goat, only inches away from its swollen sex. "Here, she said, let me help you.", and taking my aching pre covered cock she slowly & gently pressed the head of it against the lips of the goats vagina.
I had my eyes shut, but couldn't help myself and let out a guttural moan of lust and despair as I felt the head of my cock press against the warm wet lips of the goat's swollen vagina. Suddenly, with no warning, Vulva gave my rump a powerful shove and unable to help myself I felt my penis penetrate the goat's vagina as I involuntarily mounted her. For a few seconds I stood motionless, my whole body trembling, my eyes squeezed shut. "Ohhhhhhh Noooo." I moaned. There is no way I can even began to describe what it felt like. I tried not to look but irresistibly my eyes were drawn to the sight of my pubic hair mingling with the hair at the base of the goat's tail. I couldn't see my cock as I had fully penetrated the goat and she grasped me with the hot slick muscles of her vagina. The goat was trembling too, and making soft guttural pleading bleating sounds, Aaa! Baaaa! BAAaaaaa! It turned its head and looked at me with its tongue handing out of the side of its open mouth. "Aaaa, BAAAA!"
Vulva whispered in my ear, "Feelsss good doessn't it, to have your cock buried to the hilt in a nice ripe tight juicy cunt? Don't you want to fuck her more than anything else you've ever wanted? It'sss not polite to keep a lady waiting, my pet!"
With a sob I finally gave into the inevitable, and with a deep gasping moan I grasped the goat in front of its hind legs and began to hump and fuck it with desperate powerful thrusts. "Ohhh ugghhh!" I sobbed, oh it felt SO good! The goat was hot and wet, her slick rubbery lips rubbing against my aching penis as I thrust and thrust. I looked up to see Vulva watching and smiling as I copulated with the goat. Then with a moan I turned my attention back to my animal partner. For the next several minutes my own moans and gasps blended in with the bleats and squeals of my "lover". She was hot and slick and tight and squealed as I slid my aching erection in and out of her. I found myself watching in horrified fascination as my penis slid in and out of her vagina and, oh, it did feel sooo gooood. How could so much pleasure come from such a degrading act? Finally I came, a full blown gut wrenching orgasm so strong I almost passed out and it felt like my cock and balls were exploding. It seemed to last forever with my whole body shuddering as I thrashed in agonized ecstasy. "Uggghhheaaahh!" I screamed as I came with my head thrown back and saliva spurting between my clenched teeth. The goat bleated and squealed its own ecstasy as it came at the exact same time I did. Finally it ended, and with a sob of disgust and self loathing I finally dismounted from the goat, trying to cover myself in a vain attempt at modesty in front of Vulva and the baboon woman. "Oh Guu, Oh Guuu!" I tried to say.
"Well done!" Vulva said with a smile. "Now what are you waiting for? There are three more ladiesss waiting for your sservices! Get back to work sslave!"
I raised my head and looked at her in disbelief. "I can't do that again!" I said in a quivering voice, but at the same time I also realized that even though I'd just had brutal sex and a full blown organism it was like it hadn't even happened. I felt no sense of being satisfied, there was no post-sex soreness or fatigue, and my cock was just as hard and aching as it had been before I started. No, even MORE so! My loins and cock both ached and the lust was unbearable. In disbelief I looked down at myself and my cock was actually bobbing up and down, pre dripping from the head even though it glistened from my own and the goats sexual juices, it was like I hadn't had sex at all! I still desperately needed release, I needed MORE! Unable to help myself I looked at the next goat and flared my nostrils to catch the musk of her arousal and my penis began to ache even worse. "NO, NOO, Noooo! I won't, it's not right! It's not normal!" I sobbed. "Please don't make me do this again Mistress, please."
Vulva just smiled and indicated the next goat in line. With another sob I moved to that goat's rump, ohhh, what is wrong with me? I stared at the goat's swollen sex and the pleasure it promised, and with only slight hesitation and completely unable to stop myself (I had never felt such lust!) I mounted the second goat and started fucking and humping her with steady powerful thrusts. "Ohhh! It felt so gooood! The sex was incredibly pleasurable, and again after a few minutes I had another massive gut wrenching orgasm that rocked my whole body.
And as soon as I dismounted, the second my penis slid free of the second goats vagina, it was like I had not had any sex at all. There was NO sense of release or satiation! "Noooo", I moaned. In growing desperation I moved to the third goat and mounted her, burying my aching throbbing insatiable cock to the hilt in the goats tight slick vagina and fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, desperately trying to find release. Pinning her and ramming my aching hardness in and out until I reached another gut wrenching orgasm. But it was useless! There was NO release, NO slackening of my still growing lust and aching need. With a grunt I mounted the fourth goat, gasping and sobbing as I fucked and fucked it. Finally I came again and it was over! But there was still no relief as my penis and loins ached and throbbed even more than before. Noooo, this is impossible! I wanted to tear them from my body to stop that horrible unnatural need. I stood there holding myself and moaning. Noooo, what was WRONG with me? I turned to Vulva in horror but she just who just laughed, and said,
"Not to worry my fine new ssstud, here come some more eager ladiess!", and even as she spoke the first line goats were being led out and at the same time were being replaced by another line of four fresh goats!
I whimpered in terror and pleaded. "Nooo, Oh pleeasse! " I said, "I can't!" But even as I begged her I moved towards the goats in the new line, irresistibly drawn by the scent of their estrus and lust. I had never responded this way to any scent and didn't understand what was wrong with me! "Pleeease Mistress, no more!!" I sobbed. "I can't do this anymore!" But I was unable to stop myself, and quickly, without hesitation, I mounted the first goat. I rammed my rock hard penis into the goat's vagina, bent over and grasped her in front of her hind legs, and started humping her as hard and as fast as I could, lunging and thrusting with both of us grunting in pleasure, but it was pleasure I didn't want, not this way, not in this horrible place, and I cried as I serviced the goat, groaning in pleasure at the same time.
I tried to tell myself I didn't want to do this, that I was being forced to perform these unnatural acts. But it was a lie!! Ohhhh, uhhhh, uggghhh, I moaned. It felt so GOOD, felt so RIGHT! With a sob I looked over at Vulva who was watching my humiliation and degradation with delighted amusement, and managed to say,
"What have you done to me, this is impossible, no man or animal can fuck so many females in a row like this!! Ohhh, gaaaaaaaaw, it hurts so good! Ohhhh, Ohhh, Ugggghhhh" I sobbed as another gut wracking orgasm rocked me, and throwing back my head I spewed saliva as I spasmed. Vulva politely waited until I had finished with the first goat and then mounted the next goat in line, and was in full copulation, my partner and I grunting in pleasure before she spoke. She smiled and said,
"Well, you sssee you're not really a man anymore my pet, you're a Hell Sstud now. When we mated I took part of your ssoul and replaced it with part of mine. You could not remain human after that. You are now a creature of Hell yoursself, you just don't know what you are yet. Each of my ssspecial petss takes on the form in which they can besst sserve their Mistress, and each one is different and unique. Even I do not know how you will eventually turn out, but I musst say you are mosst promisssing. You'll undersstand ssoon enough, my ssslave."
"What, uhhh, what do you mean, ooohhhh!" I managed to gasp as I rammed my aching cock in and out of the goat's tight slick cunt in powerful steady thrusts. There was no way I could have stopped, even if I'd wanted to. Vulva chuckled and said,
"I may be a Demoness of Carnal Pleasure, but I'm alsso in charge of the Breeding Pitss of Hell. My main job is to breed the beastss, Imps, and all the other creatures that are the sservantss and workerss in Hell. For that I musst have virgin human maless & femaless to breed with my Hell stock. Only by sservicing, or being sserviced by, a virgin human can they breed. But not every virgin I acquire becomess a Hell Sstud, which makes you very sspecial indeed asss I have not added a new sstud to my breeding sstock in a great many yearss and we are way behind in our quotass, you are very welcome indeed! And you are much more valuable than a mere human female, my pet. Why? Becausse in the ssame time it takess to breed a human female and she gives birth YOU can service thoussands of femaless. Though you are a creature of Hell yoursself now your loinss will always contain a virgin's seed. You are a very valuable, very sspecial stud, my pet, and a most welcome addition to my breeding sstock!"
While she was talking I had already finished servicing the goat, ramming my throbbing pulsating cock to the hilt in her and fucking and fucking as hard as I could as I desperately tried to satisfy my lust. I worked my way down the line, mounting each goat one after the next with just a few seconds between each coupling. At some point I realized it no longer mattered to me that my "lover" was an animal, the only thing that mattered was keeping my cock buried to hilt in a nice tight juicy vagina. And I couldn't stop no matter how hard I tried, sobbing as I serviced my "lovers".
"But Mistress, I said managed to gasp out between thrusts, that can't be right! I'm not a virgin! Ohhhh, gaaaa, uhhhh!! And I came and came and came! Ohhhhhh!" Vulva just laughed and said,
"Oh, but yesss you are, my pet! The only way one can losse oness virginity is by having sssex with a human of the opposite sssex. None of the female humanss in my breeding penss have ever had ssex with a human male, and you never have; and never will, have ssex with a human female. Don't you think it'ss a delightful quandary? You'll have more sssexual partners in a day then most men do in a life time, but ssince your partners will all be animalss and beastss you'll remain a virgin for eternity!"
"Noooo!" I screamed as I looked in horror at the hindquarters of the animal I was coupling with and realized that was all I would ever see, the rumps of animal after animal. No love, no desire, only bestial rutting. "It's not fair! You tricked me! Ohhhh, uhhhhh!" I moaned as another massive orgasm rocked my body. "You didn't say it would be like this, I don't want it to be like this!" Dismounting I quickly moved to the next goat, barely noticing she was the first of the third line of four new goats. With a grunt I mounted her and began desperately copulating again, grasping her in front of her hind legs and ramming my aching cock in and out of her in steady powerful thrusts. Vulva watched in delight, and let out a deep guttural laugh,
"Oh yess I did trick you, you sstupid mortal, but the one who sold you the spell and fake black masss candles you ussed to summon me wass in on it too, I pay him handssomely for every virgin he deliverss to me. But you had to willingly ssummon me yoursself, so it iss also your fault. Have I not delivered what the sspell promised? Do you not have larger genitalss, do you not have an endlesss supply of eager willing ssexual partnerss dessperate for your sservicess, and are you not inssatiable? Did I not promisse you an eternity of unending agonizing ssexual pleassure, and do you not the femaless I provide for your sservicess give you that pleassure? I have kept my end of the bargain because I am merciful, not becausse I had any obligation. Now you will keep yourss by providing me with your virgin sseed for eternity by sservicing the femaless I provide for you. But enough talking for now, you have work to do, so I will leave you to your laborss and to enjoy your new "position" in life", she said with a snicker. "Your handler will bring you your hourly quotass until the "day" is over. Then sshe will take you to your sstall to resst until your next trip to the breeding pitss where you will start to fill your quotass again for the next day. Your sstarting quota is four femaless an hour for ten hourss a "day". Enjoy, my lovely new sslave!" And she turned to leave.
"No, please!" I said, "Uhhhhh!" I moaned as I orgasmed again. With an audible wet slucking sound I dismounted from the goat as soon as my orgasm ended and turned to look at Vulva. "Wait" I said. "Please! Don't make me do this anymore. I just can't, it's wrong! It's beastiality, I don't deserve this. Please Mistress."
Vulva looked at my aching throbbing erection and pulsating loins, and said with a smile, "I'm not forcing you do anything my pet, you have NO choice. It'sss what you ARE now. You need the ssex just like a junky needs drugss or a ssadisst needss the pain!"
"NO! Oh Noo, I'm a MAN, not an ANIMAL!! I sobbed." I held myself and looked in horror at my aching penis as more pre dripped from the tip. "Noooo!" I wailed in horror. "Not with animals, please!"
"NO! She said. YOU are no longer a mere man, but an inssatiable breeding sstud! It is NOT beasstiality as you are no longer a man. ANY female you service will become pregnant. Mere ramss and sstallions cannot compare to you. No matter how many femaless you service your loinss will never run dry and you will never be ssatiated!"
"Noooo! I screamed, I CAN'T do this, please make it stop, pleeasse!" I fell to my knees in front of her, and holding her leg I sobbed and cried.
"A word of advice, my pet", she said as she ran her claws through my hair. "Give in to your need, your inssatiable lust. Embrace it, relissh it, LOVE it! Let it rule your every waking moment asss you try to ssatissfy your inssatiable lusst. Become your cock, live only to try and ssatissfy it. Thiss way you will keep from going inssane and you'll enjoy yoursself much more. Think of the unending pleassure! You are a truly a magnificent inssatiable male beasst now who'ss only function is to copulate with any female, whether animal or beasst, that is presented to you for your sservicess. You have no choice in the matter, but that doessn't mean you can't enjoy your sslavery!"
By this time I had staggered back to my feet and had already mounted the next female goat in line, and sobbing, was desperately humping her trying to reach release as soon as possible, no matter how fleeting that relief would be! "Ohhhhh, Uhhhh, oh Gaaa! Uh! Uh!" It hurts so goooood!! But I did remember what she had said.
And so it went on and on, hour after hour, line after line of goats presented for my sexual services, and without hesitation I fucked every one of them. There was no desire, no tenderness, no foreplay, and no love. It was pure sex in its most bestial form. It wasn't even making love. I was merely an aroused male animal servicing female animals in heat, no matter what species they were. The worst was that it felt so incredibly good and I couldn't stop because I wanted that pleasure so desperately.
After ten hours it finally stopped and my aching cock finally went limp again. I fell to my knees cradling my numb dead feeling loins as the last line of goats was led away. My penis felt dead, and my loins were flaccid and drained. My "handler" came over and said,
"Not bad for the first day, but you'll need to speed up some, it's taking you about an hour to service just three, you need to do four". Otherwise the Mistress will be displeased. Now come with me slave, it's time to eat and rest until your next trip to the breeding pit."
I looked up her and took a close look for the first time. She was humanoid, part human and part baboon. I'd guess about two thirds or more human and the rest baboon. I would come to find that she was an "imp". Any creatures that were half human only were beasts, two thirds human were imps, and three fourths were "high imps". That was as high as it went because "high imps" are sterile except under rare circumstances. She was about five feet tall and on the stocky side, she had a pair of full firm breasts with large nipples covered in short downy fur, her head was animal shaped and had impressive fangs, and the rest of her body seemed to be covered in varying thicknesses of fur. At first I thought she was nude, but on closer inspection I saw a belt around her waist that was held up by an "X" of straps that crossed between; and helped separate, her breasts. She carried only two things on the belt, a leash and a whip. Now she took the leash and looped one end around the top of my balls, tightened it, and began to lead me that way. When she turned away I saw that her rump and vulva were bare, but not big and swollen like a full blood baboon. Even though I was staring as her rump & vagina while she led me by my balls I felt no arousal, my loins were numb and dead feeling. I was in shock from the horrors I had been forced to perform and couldn't believe this was real .
She led me to a room that contained some tubs, kind of like a hot tub, of warm water. She had me sit down in one, and then another "handler" who was a pig woman came over and handed me some coarse towels & hand rags and grunted out "clean yourself". I did as I was told and I managed to remove the thick scum of semen & other fluids that had caked over my loins and thighs, but the animal smell remained no matter how hard I scrubbed with tears rolling down my face. I still felt filthy.
After that my handler took me to one of the smaller cells; or what they really are-stalls, and settled me in. There was a pile of some sort of hay like stuff on the floor for bedding, a hole in one corner for relieving yourself, and that was it. She waited until a cart being pushed by a rat imp came by, and took off a bucket of water and a plate of some sort of stew and loaf of bread.
"This is your dinner, she said, finish it all and in the morning give the bucket and plate to the feeder and she'll replace it with a new meal. This is the last time I'll do it for you. You're on your own now, I you miss the feed cart you go hungry. You will be waiting for me when I come for you after you have eaten breakfast. If you aren't I will punish you. Oh, she added, as she turned to leave, do not leave the stall."
Even though there were no doors I had no intention of doing so. Not in this horrible place!
With a final, "I'll be back for you in the morning" she disappeared down the hall and I was finally alone.
I took a large drink of the warm tepid water, and it was like fine wine I was so thirsty. I was starving too, so even though the food was rather unappetizing looking I ate all of it. The stew was bland and seemed to have some sort of meat & veggies in it, but the loaf of bread wasn't that bad, kind of nutty tasting. I think the food must have had some sort of drug in it, or maybe I was just exhausted after my horrible ordeal, because I fell asleep, sobbing to myself, almost instantly and don't think I even dreamed.
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Walk a Mile: Covert Ops: Cora
Cora leaned into Morgoth's caress, the black and red dragon's clawed hand stroking the soft fur of her cheek. She clung tightly to his large, powerful frame, her head resting on his chest, her plentiful breasts and udder resting against his flank.
"You know what I have to do, my pet." he said softly, his voice rumbling pleasantly, sending a thrill through Cora as it always did, as she had been designed to.
She nodded her head, "Yes, Master. I know the penalty for a whore's disobedience. I am willing to accept that fate. You have no choice; you have to use me as an example to the rest. I know, Master. I know all too well." the bovine said softly.
"It was stupid of you to come back, Cora." the dragon rumbled, "You could've ran."
"I'm just a whore, Master, I couldn't get away. I had to make sure that my child would be well taken care of. I didn't want her to grow up with..." she shook her head, "All this. All the sex, all the violence, the kidnapping, the Companions."
"I understand." Morgoth purred. "Who was her father?"
Cora shrugged, "I don't know, Master. She looked part feline. Triangular ears, retractable claws, black and white, spotted."
The dragon crime lord looked into Cora's eyes, and found no falsehood there. He sighed softly.
"A shame; I had hoped that she would've been mine. We could've done so much with her. Kriegan could've made her perfect. I'll have to try again. This is quite an inconvenience, you realize."
"I am still able to serve in the capacity you require, Master Morgoth. You have the opportunity to improve me as you see fit, and will be able to birth all the offspring you require. The baby wasn't yours, and I didn't want her to have to go through what I did." the bovine said softly, eyes filling with tears.
"Shh, shh, shh, Cora." Morgoth rumbled, "You have no need to fear. It will be all over soon."
The dragon stood, picking the bovine up in his arms, carrying her from his 'business' bedroom into the adjacent lab.
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Cora closed her eyes as she was placed into the transformation chamber. She sighed happily and relaxed, sliding down the smooth inner wall to a sitting position. Her legs were forced open by the size and weight of her udder. She slowly ran a hand over her body, as if trying to put each contour into her memory.
There had always been warnings about this. Well, not this, but being involved with the illegal brothels. The legal ones, the Leiaou ones, didn't take just anybody. They had a two year training school before you were allowed in. That had always amused her; that someone had to pay for schooling to be a whore.
She'd needed the money, at first. It had been an immigration scam that left her needing the cash. A young human from the one of the Outer Point systems, she had left home to look for something more glamorous and exciting in the more populous worlds than the mining, farming, and foresting that was what the outer worlds were generally used for.
Cora smiled and ran her three fingered hands over her smooth hooves. She had long since forgotten what it was like to have human feet. She had gone to the brothels, gotten herself hired, and had quickly made herself enough money to continue on her trip further inward towards the galactic core. But she found that she rather liked her job. It was fun, and it paid well.
Her one problem was her addiction. It wasn't drugs or VR stims like most of the other girls. She'd gotten addicted to genetic enhancements. Her changes made her a better and more popular lover, which had gotten her more money, which had lead to more changes.
It had been an accidental side effect from her second breast enhancement that had made her start lactating, and she had never stopped. She loved milking herself, and being milked. She had slowly transformed herself from a human to an anthropomorphic cow. She had taken everything slow, getting used to each small change before getting the next, allowing her clients to get used to them as well.
She had been traded around the various brothels like an up and coming linebacker around the GFL. A few years ago she had wound up at Morgoth's brothel. She had been one of the few employees who had been dubbed 'Companion' without having any of the modifications that came with it.
With her obsession, it had been inevitable. She had been one of the few willing ladies who had undergone the Companion genetic enhancements, and she had never looked back. That soft, sweet, scared little catgirl had done wonders. Just taking a breath in her Companion body had been on par to the pleasure she had felt as an unaltered human when a cock had been thrust into her.
The dragon had become fascinated with Cora. She hadn't been sold into the job, she had made sure that her client base were all individuals that would see to her pleasure and well as their own, she legitimately enjoyed coming into work. She had grown incredibly skilled in her fifteen years working the back rooms and escorting wealthy businessmen, women, and herms.
Morgoth had grown fond of the pleasures she could offer, and he indulged the many changes and tweaks she had gotten to her form over the years with open access to Kriegan. She had talked for hours with the Leiaou, browsed the modifications that she kept in her database. Such a browsing session resulted in her getting her udder enhanced.
So big, so large, so perfect, so full of milk; she loved it. It was around then she had playfully begun referring to Morgoth as "Master," like the programmed Companions did. She was very good at finding what gave her clients pleasure, and her willingly referring to him with that title made him feel happy, and it enhanced his pleasure.
He felt comfortable with her like no other. It seemed to Cora that Morgoth couldn't afford to have many real friends, or lovers. She was the only one she knew of that had willingly shared a bed with the dragon. The others were either terrified of Morgoth, or were programmed Companions, caring for Morgoth simply because they felt they were supposed to.
Cora believed that the dragon loved her, in his own way. It was why she had been chosen for his special project. She wasn't supposed to know about what he had planned. Her body had been further tweaked and enhanced, small genetic changes meant to be imparted certain effects onto any children she conceived.
Which was usually impossible, the first alteration Cora had done was to prevent any pregnancies. Morgoth had that bit removed without Cora's knowledge, or so he'd thought. She'd had Kriegan write a change monitoring program for her cyberlink, so Cora could monitor interactions between her many genetic modifications.
Going through her mental logs of the prospective changes in Kriegan's database, she'd discovered what Morgoth was planning.
A newborn was far, far more genetically enhance able than an adult. So much more could be done, especially with Kriegan, and a recent acquisition of military class modifications. The problem was, all that prospective genetic firepower couldn't be applied to a fully grown adult.
Cora had heard about such things happening, but the biomods needed were incredibly expensive. Essentially a biological brain backup that was essentially indestructible. The brainpod was a combination of genetic re-engineering and cyber ware that served, originally, as a secondary brain. Over time personality and memories were added to the brainpod during sleep, until it was, in effect, a duplicate of the host's original brain. And beyond.
There were improvements that could be used for the mind, but due to the slow rate of cell turnover, and the delicate structure of the brain, they had to be added before the brain grew too developed, within the first year of life. Or within a secondary brain inside the host. As the host used the brainpod more and more, the original brain would degrade somewhat. In effect this created a continuity of consciousness to where the host's mind and essence resided in a surgically removal container that was self supporting for several weeks, and could be implanted in a 'blank' body that had been created with the proper mods to accept an outside brainpod.
And judging from the mods that had been applied to her, Cora could tell that any pregnancy would result in a child with that particular feature. Morgoth, paranoid as ever, was planning to transfer his mind into the child's body, a body that would be far more powerful than the one he currently occupied.
Her belly had begun to grow with pregnancy soon after, Kriegan's mods ensuring a quick and easy pregnancy. It was why she had fled. As much as she cared for Morgoth, she would not let him destroy the consciousness of her baby in order to obtain a near-indestructible body with an increased intellect.
He would hunt her to the ends of the universe to acquire their child, and from the moment Cora knew she could become pregnant, she had done her best to assure that she and Morgoth would not conceive a child. She had tried her best to have herself fertilized by a client, or one of the herm companions.
In the end? She had no idea if she had succeeded or failed. Little Aya had draconic features, but she also had fur. But there were the triangular ears, which neither she nor Morgoth had. The fur Aya could have gotten from Cora, but the black and white spotted pattern wasn't something Cora or Morgoth had.
Wait... Cora had taken on the typical moo cow look once to see if she liked it, and Kriegan had said that sometimes deactivated mods sometimes appeared in the offspring of gene-modded individuals. So it could have come from Cora. But the retractable claws on Aya's hands and feet, those were something that didn't fit Cora's history of cow-based enhancements, or something that Morgoth had. The towering dragon's claws, all three inches of them, were kept on his fingertips, an obvious display of force.
The blue transformation fluid began to fill the tank, and Cora smiled as its familiar warmth swept over her. Aya was safe; she couldn't possibly be Morgoth's. Even if the dragon managed to find her.
A small display flashed in the corner of Cora's eye, a subconscious search through her mod database. Retractable claws. Her eyes widened, she had completely forgotten about them. It had been a modification she had gotten on the advice of her co-workers, back when she was still mostly human. Concealed defenses if a client got a little too hands on. They wouldn't expect claws on a human.
Aya could've gotten the claws from Cora! But her ears!
Cora closed her eyes, recalling the hours she had spent with her baby before giving her to the care of the Sisters of Perpetual Aggression, one of the Leiaou orders set up to take children whose mercenary and military grade modifications might make things a bit difficult for other orphanages to rear such a child.
Small points on the ears, almost like... oh gods. Like Morgoth's ear fins. Aya's ears were a fusion between Cora's and Morgoth's.
The captive bovine began to panic within the cell, the thick goo reaching her ample chest. She splashed and trashed within her cylindrical prison. Then she laughed, floating calmly in the goo as the liquid metal of the breathing mask slipped over her muzzle.
Her memories were going to be sealed off. She was going to begin life anew as a programmed companion. It didn't matter if she knew or not anymore.
Aya's secret was safe with her.
Morgoth would never know
Cora felt the cyber link attachment slip into place. The sleep-inducing chemicals hit her system, lulling her into unconsciousness.
The last thing that filled Cora's mind was the image of her daughter, snuggled up against her breast, purring softly with contentment.
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Several years later...
The instructor blew her whistle, putting an end to the virtual mauling that was occurring in the middle of the sparring circle. "By Dessarra's left tit, Drake, you are an embarrassment to the entire vulpine race! Here you are not only getting kicked ass over teakettle by a girl, but a SIX YEAR OLD girl at that!"
The fox sighed softly; a mistake as his opponent only squeezed him tighter, driving the breath from his lungs, and not allowing him to breathe in any deeper.
"You have gone and humiliated your entire unit here today, Cadet Drake! A grown man trounced soundly by a youngling whose testicles haven't descended yet! Break it up, you two. Hit the medbay and come back here at 18:00, this time I'm bringing the holocamera."
The Leiaou sergeant turned, a grin on her face, her tufted tail swaying back and forth in amusement as she walked away. The pressure on Drake's lungs eased and the fox was able to finally draw in a breath. The crushing weight on his back was also removed, replaced by a large hand with six inch biosteel claws. He took the hand and found himself yanked back to his feet.
"Sorry about her." Rumbled a deep, but quiet voice, "She thinks it's funny to have the most bio-accelerated recruit pound on all the newbies and mock them for it. It's nothing to be ashamed of, really, I've got so many hand to hand combat mods built into me that are like second nature to me."
Drake rubbed feeling back into his aching arms and nodded, "Yeah, and being seven and a half feet tall and half a ton of hard scaled dragon really helps." He said with a wince.
Aya chuckled, "If you know what to do, size and armored scales are not much of an advantage; especially as quick as you are. If you'd like, I can teach you some dragon fighting techniques."
Drake grinned, "Combat instruction from a six year old?"
The huge dragon herm shrugged her well-muscled shoulders, "Only chronologically. My mental enhancement mods have me on par with a twenty five year old dragon." She looked down at her flat chest, "Now if only my hormones would catch up with what's inside my tail."
"Inside your tail?" Drake asked, blinking.
"Yeah, it's some sort of weird mod, I actually have most of my long term memory and body systems control features in the top bit of my tail rather than up in my head. Weird huh?"
"Yeah, I'll say." The fox said with a nod.
The dragoness looked up at the stars and sighed, "I wonder which of my parents I got that particular mod from."
"You're lucky you don't know your parents." Drake said, placing a hand that had only just recently regained feeling on Aya's shoulder, "I got put into foster care because mine were stim addicts. It's why I signed onto the mercenary system. There's a chain of command, and if I'm treated terribly, there's always someone to report to.
Aya nodded.
Drake stretched and winced, "And at least the beatings are scheduled."
The dragoness laughed and grinned at Drake, "I think I like you, Cadet Drake."
The fox grinned sheepishly, "Does that mean you'll go easy on me in the rematch?"
"Not on your life!"
"Well, I had to ask." The fox said with a sigh, pondering the future of his poor, abused ribs. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Dr. York and Nicki Pt. 09 - Graduation
Tags: blowjob, boat, coed, costume, cumshot, group, oral, outdoors, professor
Graduation at the university was the culmination of a week long series of events designed for students and alumni. York had a lot of responsibility that week both formally and informally. He had meals, receptions to attend for his department as well as for senior leadership at the school. He had to spend more time than he wanted to with trustees, alums, colleagues and not as much time as he wanted with his cohort of young women. For some this would be the last time on campus and York wanted to make sure he got in quality time.
For the seniors it was a week of last hurrahs filled with parties, field trips, formals and fun activities on campus. Nicole and the girls of the sorority were having a lot of fun but they knew they would have more fun if York was with them. Nicole, Daphne and Hunter did their best to create opportunities that required faculty presence in ways that didn't arouse suspicion if York was around. As student leaders in the school they were able to get the student government board to organize an evening mixer for seniors and faculty on the first night of senior week. The event would have the usual leadership giving their usual speeches but it would be an excuse for them to all dress up and be with York. Nicole, Taylor/Red, Daphne and Hunter volunteered to be in charge of finding the venue. They picked the city's historical athletic club. Back in the day it was a private men's club but functioned more now as an elite catering venue. It maintained the early 20th century feel of deep dark wood paneling, leather furniture but most importantly lots of small private rooms in addition to the larger rooms for the event they were planning. The small room were where historically the businessmen would broker their deals. Nicole, Daphne and Hunter had deals they planned to broker with York for sure.
On Monday night, after a long boring day of brunches, lunches and meetings York was ready for the mixer. York put on his best James Bond tux and bow tie and headed to the event. He was a little late though because Maddie, Sophia and Diane needed some attention because they weren't seniors and unable to participate in the weeks events. When they saw him leaving in his tux they blocked the doorway until they got some sucking, fucking and cumming action. Leaving them with cum covered faces York was finally able to head to the mixer. Upon arrival York was greeted by his three favorite seniors who were responsible for checking in guests and handing out name tags. Nicole was wearing a beautiful canary yellow cotton dress. Long slits on both legs gave him ample views of her thighs. The top portion was held up by one thick strap tied with a bow behind her neck. The material clung to her body revealing every perfect curve. Her ass cupped beautifully and given the 6 inch stilletoes that were barely shoes at all. It gave her the appearance of standing on her toes. She had one leg positioned in front of her so the material fell away to reveal her leg and adorned foot. Her tits tucked daintily in the soft yellow fabric begging to be sucked. She never stopped taking his breath away.
"Good evening Dr. York." Said Nicole greeting him with a warm smile.
"Good evening Dr. York. Welcome." Said Taylor.
She was wearing a burgundy dress with gold trim. It was an off the shoulder dress with a matching diagonal cut along the front that went from her left hip to her right ankle. The whole left side were just a few straps. Exposing her entire side for viewing. It also exposed the entire side of her left tit.
"Good evening to you all."
"Let me get you your name tag." Nicole said as she perused the long table filled with name tags for the guests. "Hmmmm. I don't seem to see one for you Dr. York. But it's not a big deal. If you follow Hunter here she will take you to another room where we have a printer and get you all fixed up."
York turned to face Hunter. Her brown and blonde streaked hair styled into loose ringlets. She was wearing a classic black gown. Long but extremely form fitting. It was strapless and backless. Hunter slipped her arm through York's and led him away down a hallway behind the registration table.
"Come with me Dr. York. Let's get you that new name tag." She said loud enough for arriving faculty to hear so as to defer suspicion.
As soon as the rounded a corner York slipped his hand to cup Hunters perfect round ass. Squeezing her ass good he pulled her to him and kissed her deeply. His hands roaming all over her exposed back and slipping down into the gown to get a handful of her bare ass. He was pleasantly happy to find that she was not wearing any underwear.
"Mmmm Dr. York mmmm if you follow me to the private room we can really take care of your problem." She moaned into his ear.
"And by problem you mean my extreme undeniable need to fuck you?!"
"Absolutely unnggh yesss. I ahhhhh can take of that mmmmm personally."
Hunter really wanted him to fuck her in the hallway around the corner from the registration table so all the arriving faculty could hear York fucking her cunt hard. But she knew better. She led York into a private room filled with a few leather sofas and chairs. And an old stone fireplace. She wished it was winter and the fire was blazing so York could fuck her by the fire. She pushed York down onto the sofa and stood before him. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. Her body was amazing. Long. Muscular and lean. Yes still curvaceous. Her round plump ass and full hips getting York aroused. She left on her 5 inch heeled red pumps. She leaned down and freed York's cock from his pants. Gave it a quick suck and then whispered to him.
"We don't have a lot of time so we're gonna have to go straight to fucking if that's ok with you."
"Whatever you wish my dear Hunter."
Hunter stepped up onto the sofa and squatted over his dick. Holding onto the back of the sofa she thrust down forcefully and enveloped York's cock in one motion burying it to the hilt. They both groaned loudly. The thick wooden door and walls muffling their sounds. Hunter began pumping up and down on York's cock hard and fast. She looked down on him hungrily.
"Pleae don't hold back! Mmmmmm! I want your cum now! Ohhhhh! Pleeeease give it tooooo meeee!" She pleaded.
York had never seen her so eager to have him cum. But he was not going to disobey. Instead of focusing on containing his cum he did the opposite. He allowed himself to be taken in by her beauty. Her wonderful tits. Her ass slapping against him. Her smell. Her eyes. It didn't take long. She was too beautiful to not cum right away for.
"Fuuuck. I'm cumming!" He groaned.
"Yes yes yes fill me up with your cum!" She squealed in delight.
York emptied his balls into her. She sunk her hips down onto him. Wrapping her arms around him and kissing him passionately. They held each other for a few minutes before heading back to the reception.
"Thank you Dr. York. You have no idea what an amazing gift you have given me. But don't worry we will have many longer sessions before the week is over!" She hugged him and led him out of the room.
When they returned Nicole handed York his name tag apologizing for not seeing it the first time around. She winked at him as he entered to main dining hall. Most of the evening was uneventful. Mindless chatter. Towards the end of the evening Daphne approached him with a special request.
"Dr. York. I hate to ask you to do some work at this event but would you mind helping me with something. We have a problem with the caterers and the contract and I need a university official to help."
"Of course Daphne. Lead the way." York was glad to be saved from the boring conversation he was in.
York followed Daphne out of the dining hall and up the main staircase. She was wearing an all white tight fitting dress. It stopped just below her ass and the front was open all the way to her belly button barely containing her tits. Her blonde hair a little longer than usual. Slightly curly it framed her face nicely. As York followed her up the stairs her beautifully long legs glided up ahead of him. The stair climb caused her dress to ride up enough to get some butt cheek viewing. When they got to the top of the stairs out of view of the reception York slipped his hand up her dress between her legs. No underwear either. Daphne led him into a room that only had a large oak desk and a chair. She turned to face him as he closed the door behind him. Raising her dress above her hips to reveal her freshly shaved pussy. She pulled the front of her dress off her shoulders freeing her tits. She sat back onto the desk and spread her legs wide.
"Come get what has always been yours to have." She invited him hungrily.
York unzipped his pants as he walked to her and freed his cock. He slid into her pussy as she wrapped her legs around him. Pulling him completely into her cunt. He reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands to aide his forward thrusts.
"We don't have a lot of time Dr. York. Mmmmm. I can't wait unnngghh for your cum mmmmm any ohhhhhh longerrrrr ahhhhh!"
"Why issss everyone in ahhhhhh rush tonight?" His hips pumping furiously into Daphne's eager cunt.
"Shhhh just ahhhhhhhh mmmmm fuck meeeee.' She whined.
York learned to stop asking questions. He fucked her as she wished. Sucking on her tits as he pumped his orgasm came hard. He pushed as deep into her as she could. She squeezed her legs tight around him to pull him in even deeper. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She whispered as his last spurts of cum entered her.
"Thank you Dr. York you have no idea what an amazing gift you have given me." And she kissed him deeply.
It took York a second to realize that Daphne had said what Hunter had also said to him.
"Don't worry Dr. York we will have many longer sessions before the end of the week. She said after they had gotten dressed and she led him out of the room. They returned to the reception.
At the end of the evening Nicole approached him with a young lady he recognized from the sorority but didn't know well. She was short. Maybe 5ft even. But her six inch heels put her close to York's height. She wore a bright red super short and tight dress. Her tits were enormous. DDs. And ready to burst out the strapless top. Her wavy sandy brown hair complemented her sandy brown eyes. Her voluptuous shape had York's cock growing instantly. Nicole introduced her as Devin. She was on the university dance squad and a graduating senior.
"Dr. York can you give Devin and I a ride home. Our driver had one too many and we'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Of course. Follow me."
When they got to the car. Nicole insisted that she drive and he and Devin get in the back seat together. York was happy to oblige. As soon as they were away from the reception Devin was all over York. She climbed onto his lap as Nicole drove and rubbed her voluptuous body all over York. Freeing her enormous tits she smashed them into York's face. Smothering him. He happily sucked on her giant globes. Biting and sucking her nipples. She quickly hiked up her dress and freed his cock. She slipped her tiny body onto his cock and ground her hips into him.
"It's a short ride to campus Dr. York so I suggest you ahhhhh don't waste mmmmm any time ohhhhh yesss!"
"Seems like that mmmmm is the ohhhh theme of ahhhhh the night." York groaned as he thrust his cock upwards. Squeezing her huge ass and then returning to sucking her tits.
"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me!!" Devin chanted.
"Yesssss ohhhhhh mmmmm I'm cuummmmmming!"
York emptied his seed into Devin. She contracted her pussy coaxing all of the cum out of his balls.
"Thank you Dr. York. You've given me the most amazing gift." Devin said as she got out of the car. York hadn't realized they were already parked in front of the sorority house while he was cumming. She left him in the back seat with his dick out of his pants and wondering why she was the third one to say that same phrase.
Nicole began to drive back to his apartment. Before he could ask she began to answer his question.
"Yes all three girls knew they were saying the same thing to you. The gift you have given them is life. None of them are on birth control. You have cum into unprotected cunts. You will continue to fuck them all week to make sure you have fertilizerd them. They will have your babies. As will many others in years to come. As will I eventually. Hopefully I will have many of your babies. This will be your true legacy."
York was speechless. He didn't say anything on the car ride home. Not when he got in the apartment. Not when Sophia, Maddie, Diane and Taylor fucked him all night long. He came in all of their willing cunts wondering if they too were unprotected. Then he fucked them some more. Were they also trying to have his babies? He fucked Nicole. Deep. Hard. Fast. Intensely. Came in her. And fucked them all again. He had been studded out. And he couldn't be happier.
He woke to the smell of food. Maddie and Diane asleep on either side of him. Their heads resting on his chest. Legs draped over his body. He looked up and saw Nicole standing in the doorway smiling at him. She walked to the bed and gently woke the two sleeping girls and told them to go get their breakfast. They sleepily obeyed and walked out of the room naked. Nicole removed her clothes and slid into the bed with York. Immediately she got on top of him and put his cock inside of her. Laying still and flat on him she kissed him passionately. He broke her kiss to finally talk.
"Are you..?" He began.
"No. I am still on the pill as are all the girls here. Red and I are waiting till school is over. The others aren't seniors yet. This is strictly a graduation gift." She interrupted him.
"But why?"
"Why? Because we all wanted it. We've all talked about this since the first night at the sorority. We have it all planned. Only girls that want to will ask. They have to be graduating seniors with good jobs to be able to take care of a child on their own. Daphne got a job in Denmark for a major fashion designer. She has enough money to pay for a nanny. Hunter got a job in San Francisco with an computer software engineering company. She's going to make more money than god. Devin will be working as a financial analyst for an investment bank in Montreal."
"So why wasn't I a part of the decision?"
"We knew you would resist even though I know right now you are happier than you have ever been. We knew you deserved a real legacy. You will have so many children. Something you thought you'd never have. Also so many girls won't see you ever again after graduation and this was their way of taking you with them. Daphne and Hunter will of course but girls like Devin who aren't part of the inner circle need some of you to take with them. We won't surprise you anymore. They will tell you up front if they want the gift. This year it's just a few of them. But we have a graduating class of about 15 next year. Not to mention anyone that graduates in December. Diane of course was ready to drop out of school immediately and have your babies now but we talked her out of that."
York was both stunned and elated. How had all of this happened.
"Fuck me now and I'll pretend I'm not on birth control. I wish I could give you babies now." Nicole said sultrily. York looked at her deeply as he started to pump his cock into her.
"Trust me, when I am ready we will have non stop babies for as long as possible. And here is another sort of surprise. Red and I aren't going to medical school. We've decided on law school. Here. It's three years instead of ten and no debt. And we will live together the whole time. No split custody."
"How were you able to get admitted so late and how no debt?" He asked puzzled.
"Well you have to thank the Mackenzies. I sent them to the dean of the law school to bargain on our behalf. One blow job and ass lick and he promised automatic admission to anyone in the sorority along with a full scholarship. Stupid man. They would have fucked him but he offered up everything before he even came on Mackenzie's tits. And now that we have him he won't refuse us or we go to the university president and get him fired."
"Well I guess I will have to thank the Mackenzies personally."
"Wellllll I already promised them that you will take them on a trip for a weekend just the three of you. I hope that's ok."
"Do I ever lose with you and your plans?"
"Nope. Now just fuck me and give me a baby!"
So York fucked her. The whole time Nicole begged him for a baby. Begging him to make her belly swell with life. Begging him to give some of him to her forever. She begged and begged until he came. Filling her up. They lay there imagining what her belly would look like filled with life. The other girls came in with breakfast and they ate. And then of course fucked some more. Diane doing her best to convince York to let her have a baby now. He promised her one day but she needed to graduate first. She unhappily agreed. He made it up to her by fucking her ass extra good. That always put her in a good mood. And it did. She stopped begging for a baby and started begging for an ass fucking. This was how they all spent the rest of the morning. There was another event that evening that was just for students but the girls had finagled a way to get York involved without anyone knowing.
The sorority had pitched the idea of a costume party as a senior week event. The theme would be superheroes/heroines and of course villains. Everyone was required to wear a costume to enter the party. This was their way of getting York in. York could attend the party in disguise. Flirt and grope the girls and no one would be the wiser. York decided to go with his all time favorite. Spider-Man. He found a replica of one from the movies. Good thing he had been under Diane's workout tutelage. It was super tight and fit him perfectly. Every muscle in his body showed. But it also meant that hIs dick showed. When he tried it on for the girls in the apartment Maddie immediately rubbed her ass against his crotch. Causing his dick to grown immediately. Every nuance of his cock was outlined in the suit. Thankfully it had a fold in the costume that was originally designed to allow the wearer to go to the bathroom without having to take off the suit completely. Maddie took full advantage and sucked his cock until he emptied his load down her throat. She was a fan of spider-man too.
Nicole decided to go with Catwoman. Though it was more of an S&M suit. It consisted of a leather bikini top. Leather pants that were shredded so more of her skin showed than was covered. Leather studded belt. Long black gloves. And of course a whip. Sophia decided she had to take advantage of her favorite villain. She peeled Nicole's tits out of her top and pulled her pants down enough so that she could suck on Nicole's tits while finger fucking her to orgasm.
Red decided to as Harely Quinn. Her long luscious red hair in two loose linty tails. Her thin white t-shirt barely covered her tits. At least half of the bottom of her tits were exposed. Which meant no bra. Her nipples impossible to miss in the almost sheer white T-shirt. The T-shirt read 'teacher's pet'. Her bottoms were bright blue leather bikini bottoms. A good chunk of her ass cheek spilling out the bottom. Fishnet stockings completed the outfit. She even carried a baseball bat. Diane and Sophia, not the be left out, devoured Red's tits each slipping one hand into the front of her shorts to finger fuck Red. The other hand into the back to slide a finger into her asshole. It didn't take long for Red to cum. Her pussy juices dripping down her leg and coating her fishnets.
Nicole made them all leave or they would never get to the party. They left Maddie, Sophia and Diane curled up in bed together doing their best to make each other cum. It was hard for the three of them too leave that scene. But they did and went to the party. When York, Red and Nicole arrived the party was in full swing. A dj was playing popular songs so Red and Nicole dragged York out onto the dance floor and sandwiched him between them. Nicole with her back to him grinding her ass into his dick to make it grow. Red behind him pressing her tits into him and pinching his nipples. Nicole reached behind her and slipped his dick out of his suit and began to stroke it. It was so densely packed that no one could see what she was doing. York was at her mercy. He came all over her cat suit. His white cum standing out against her black leather suit. She turned to face him and slipped his cock back into his suit. She whispered in his ear.
"I might not get a chance to do that again tonight so I had to take a chance Spidey."
He answered by grabbing a handful of her ass and ground his crotch into her. Then Red demanded her turn. She turned York to face her. Nicole now rubbing and squeezing his ass through his suit. Red brushed up against him so that her shirt rode up and her naked breasts rubbed directly on him. His suit was so tight he could feel her nipples hardening under the pressure. He slipped a hand into her pants and rubbed her clit. She ground her hips harder into him. Her orgasm came with a sudden rush and she quivered under his touch. A few people noticed Harely Quinn squeal and shudder but they thought it was part of her role play. No one noticed the cum dripping down her legs.
It was only after their initial flurry of passion did they take notice of everyone at the party. They found an empty sofa near the dance floor and did a little people watching. Nicole and Red absentmindedly rubbing York's cock the whole time. Every superhero, heroine and villain seemed to be represented around the room. Marvel and DC. York only paid attention to the female attendees. Super Girls, Wonder Women, Catwomen, Batgirl, Ms. Marvel, Black Widow, Wasp, Black Canary, Jessica Jones, Felicity Smokes, Poison Ivy's , Scarlett Witches and some York couldn't name. But every single version was a slutty, sexy, naughty version of each character. Some barely counted as outfits as asses and tits were almost completely exposed. A few outfits turned out to be only body paint. The girls were actually completely naked. Unbelievable. It was senior week so they had no reason to hold back. York was happy for it. And so were Nicole and Red as they almost made him come in his suit if he hadn't interrupted their stroking.
Wonder Woman walked up to them and asked if she could dance with Spider-Man. Which York agreed and followed her onto the dance floor. Her star spangled bottoms barely covered her ass. Her top was a short bustier that left her whole mid section bare and made her tits almost spill out of it. Her knee high red boots were a nice touch. Her blonde hair was a dead give away. It was Daphne. No one better to play an Amazon. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in close so his face was smashed into her tits. York reached around and got a handful of each cheek.
"Hello Daphne. Or should I say princess Diana?" York whispered.
"Hello Spider-Man!" Knowing she couldn't say his real name. "Glad to see two universes coming together like this. I travelled all this way because I was told you had a gift for me." She said as she slid her hands down to grab his ass. Liking that he wasn't wearing any underwear.
"I do. But we need a more private place for me to give it to you."
Daphne led York away from the dance floor to the opposite side of the room from where he was sitting with Nicole and Red. The party was on the second floor of one of the larger historic buildings on campus. It had stone balconies all around it. It was here that Daphne took him. Leading him through large double glass and iron double doors. She closed the door behind them muffling the music from the party. Alone on the balcony and hidden from view in a corner with some large potted plants York was free to remove his mask. The balcony had a wide ledge running along the top that was about four feet high. Perfect for Daphne to sit on and York to enter her. She dropped her star spangled panties and beckoned York to her. He pulled his cock out and slid right into her already wet pussy.
"Oh Dr. York. I'm so fucking wet for you! I've been waiting for you cock since we last fucked. Your dick feels so much better now that it's going to be gettIng me pregnant. Fill me with your seed!" She begged him. Wrapping her long legs around him.
"I will give you all of my cum my sweet Daphne. But we don't have to rush this time. I want to fuck you good and long!"
He groaned at her as he stroked deep and methodically in and out of her pussy. York wanted to make this fuck memorable for both of them. He alternated between long and short strokes. A method he learned that would prolong his orgasm but not hers. After about ten minutes of solid fucking Daphne came all over his dick.
"Ohhhhh shiiiiit!! Pleeeeeease cuuuuummmm in me nowwwwww! She purred as her orgasm spread throughout her body. Her pussy convulsing trying to get York to cum.
"No not yet. Not till you've cum again. Not till I've pistoned that cunt into ecstasy." And with that York began pumping into Daphne wildly. Fucking her with everything he had. Daphne begging for more but also begging for his cum.
"Fuuuuuck yesssss!! Give meeeeee more diiiiick!! Fillllll meeeeee with cummmmmm! Ohhhhhh!! Ahhhhhh! Mmmmmmm. Ooooohhhhhh shiiiiiitt I'mmmmmmmmmm cuuuuummmmmiing!!"
York didn't slow down. He pumped furiously into her cunt while she orgasmed. Sending Daphne over the edge. She stopped begging and started ordering.
"FUCKIN GIVE ME YOUR CUM!! SHIIIITTT! FILL MY CUNT!! GIVE ME YOUR BLACK SEED!!
York knew she was ready for his gift now. He let himself relax so that he no longer ignored that growing sensation in his balls. It still took another five minutes though. Daphne hurling curse words at him.
"FUCKING GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKER!! GONNA FUCKING DESTROY MY CUNT!! GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME!!"
And York finally did. He unleashed a tsunami of cum into her unprotected womb. Wave after wave of cum filled her. Daphne was beyond elated. Coming down from her wild state.
"Yes. Thank you Dr. York. Thank for the greatest gift. I will protect and treasure it always. I will always have you with me. Keep cumming for me!"
They stayed still for a while embracing each other York's dick twitching all of the cum into her pussy. Kissing each other deeply.
"You know we will need to do this every day until graduation just to be sure." York stated.
"But of course. But can you fuck me in the ass now before we go back. I do miss your cock in my ass."
York's cock responded before he could say anything. Daphne jumped off the ledge and turned around and spread her ass cheeks. York slid his lubricated cock into her ass easily. He fucked her ass deep. Daphne begging for his cum again. They had been fucking for about ten minutes when Nicole came onto the balcony.
"You know that's not going to work that way don't you?" She said.
Daphne and York giggled. Daphne reached under her and grabbed York's balls. Nicole walked up behind York and slid her finger between his cheeks through the material and rubbed his asshole. The dual sensation sending York over the edge. He came hard and deep in Daphne's ass. She was still dripping cum out of her ass and pussy when she put her star spangled panties back on. The new white stains mixing with the stars.
"Poison Ivy has been waiting patiently for you Spidey. I think you need to go inside. I'll clean up out here for you. I think you need to drop those panties again Wonder Woman. You're not fnished yet."
York turned to look back to see Nicole burying her face in Daphne's pussy as he went back inside. Wonder Woman and Catwoman. How has no one made that porno before?! York stepped back inside and closed the door behind him just as he heard Daphne's first squeals of delight. Another time he thought. As he looked into the crowd of people on the dance floor bodies gyrating, rubbing up against one another Poison Ivy stepped out of the crowd towards him. Completely green. Head to toe. Green hair. Green eyes. Green leather boots. He could tell from her walk it was Hunter. But it wasn't until she almost to him did he realize that her costume was all paint. She was not wearing any clothes unless you counted the boots and green wig. God bless Hunter! She had shaved her pussy as well. Leaves were painted to cover her tits and vines wrapped around her arms and legs. York was stunned. She was absolutely magnificent. His cock growing inside his suit.
"I've been waiting to get fertilized all night Spidey! Do you have any of that special webbing to help my poor wilting plants." Hunter begged giving him with a super pouty sad face.
"Fully stocked." He replied hungrily.
Hunter led him to the dance floor. York reached around to get a good hold of her ass. His other hand slipped down her front massaging her clit. She pressed her green leafed tits into his suit. Forgetting that they were in the middle of a party surrounded by over a hundred people. Finally Hunter broke th embrace.
"Lets go outside and fertilize these plants shall we."
She said as she led York off the dance floor downstairs and out the back patio onto the perfectly manicured lawns. They property had a English garden designed as a maze with 10 foot hedges. There were secluded corners meant for intellectual reflection during the day. At night it was a famous spot for hooking up amongst the university students. As Hunter led him through the maze they passed other couples in various array of combinations. Oral sex. Ass fucking. Regular fucking. There were a few threesomes and even a couple of foursomes. The moans, groans and squeals of passion filled the night air. From above on the second floor Nicole and Daphne watched York and Hunter make their way through the maze. They had been about to return to the party but the Spidey costume caught their eye so they decided to stay for what obviously would be a good show. Meanwhile York and Hunter found what they thought was a secluded dead end in the maze. Unbeknownst to them they were right under the balcony Nicole and Daphne were on and were already rubbing each others pussies as they waited for the show to start.
Hunter made York sit on the bench and straddled him pulling his mask off halfway to reveal his mouth. She kissed him passionately. Grinding her naked cunt into his lap. She enjoyed the combination of the feel of the spandex and his rock hard cock rubbing against her clit. York reaching around and squeezing her ass and slipping his hand into her ass crack. Searching for her anus. She reached back and spread her ass cheeks to give him easier access. Finding her asshole he finger fucked her ass as her moans of delight reached up to Nicole and Daphne. They followed suit slipping a finger into each other's asshole and finger fucking while kissing.
"Oh fuuuck yesssss fuck my ass pleasssssse!!" Hunter groaned.
"You are so fucking delicious Hunter!" York whispered back to her.
"I want you to fuck every hole that I have. My ass. My mouth. My cunt. I want you to cum in all three tonight. Can you do that for me?" She begged him.
"I am yours right now. Whatever you want I will give you. What hole
do you want filled first?" York asked.
"My cunt!!" She squealed.
York slipped his cock out of his suit and held it upright for her to mount him. Hunter raised her green painted pussy and lowered herself onto York's waiting cock. She groaned in delight as his cock filled her up. Daphne had taken up a different position. She needed to fuck her friend. Standing at Nicole's side she slid one finger into her ass with her right hand. With her left she slipped in two fingers into her pussy with her thumb rubbing her clit. She fucked her ass deep as her fingers would allow. Fast and hard. Nicole was lost in rapture watching York and Hunter fucking below her. Their moans filling her ears. Daphne's hands working magic on her body. She pulled and tugged at her own nipples. Her body craving only to cum. She ground her hips hard onto Daphne's hands practically begging her to make her orgasm. Below them York and Hunter had picked up their pace. Hunter bouncing up and down on York's cock as fast as she could. York thrusting upwards to match her downward motion he penetrated the deepest parts of her cunt. Both moaning and groaning into each other's mouths as they kissed deeply.
"Oooohhhhhh fuuuuck yesss!! Give me all of your dick!! Unnghhh," Hunter moaned.
"Your cunt is soooo fucking sweeeet.!!" York groaned back at her.
"Fucking give me your seeeeeed nowwwwwww! I can't wait any morrrrrre! Aiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"
Hunter's orgasm took over her sensibilities. She didn't care who heard her. Her screams of passion as her orgasm hit were heard by everyone in the maze. Bringing many to a stop so they could marvel at the heights of pleasure someone else was having. It pushed Nicole over the edge. Her cries of passion due to Daphne almost matched Hunters. It caused York and Hunter to look up. They saw Catwoman and Wonder Woman staring back down at them smiling.
"Well ahhhhh it ohhhhhh looks mmmmm like mmmmm we have annnnn audience." Hunter moaned to York. "Letssssssss give them the biiiiiiig mmmmmm finaleeeeeeeee!" She squealed as York pistoned into her pussy taking her breath away.
"Your cunt is mine now Ivy!!" He growled at her.
Hunter loved that he called her Ivy. Maybe that would be her new name. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and turned to put her on the bench. He straddled the bench and pushed her knees up to her head. York fucked her cunt with wild abandon. Deep and fast his cock penetrated Hunter's cunt. She begged him for all he had. Begged him for his precious seed. Begged him to make her belly swell. Begged him to call her Ivy. Begged him to never stop. And it seemed like he wouldn't stop. York fucked be so hard and deep Hunter's incessant begging drew a crowd into their corner of the maze. Partygoers needed to see what has making this woman call out in such delight. Since they were in costume York didn't care that students were watching him fuck Ivy's brains out. It only made him fuck her harder and faster and deeper. Partygoers fondled each other and themselves as they watched the Amazing Spider-Man do his thing.
Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me Spidey! Shoot your webs into me!!" Ivy was in full role play mode. "Fuck Poison Ivy! Fertilize me with your fucking cummmmmm! Ohhhhh shiiiiiit aieeeeee!!"
Hunter came again under York's piston fucking. The onlookers amazed at the intensity Spider-Man could maintain. All wondered who it was. Many of the girls in attendance just wanted their turn with Spidey not caring about thier dates. For all they cared he could keep the damn mask on. In fact they would prefer it. After at least another five minutes of mind blowing fucking Spidey finally came with an intensely loud grunt. Emptying his seed into the very greatdful Ivy. All the onlookers applauding at what they thought of as the most memorable moment of their college careers. Years in the future at alumni weekends they would recall the Amazing Spider-Man and Poison Ivy. As York helped Hunter to her feet and walked out of the maze he got a lot of high fives from the guys and hugs from the ladies. Many of them groping his cock. Some whispering in his ear their promise to come find him before the party was over.
"Well aren't you the most beloved super hero at the party." Nicole teased him when he returned. "Harley is impatiently waiting her turn. She's waiting for you at the main staircase down the hall."
Poor Red he thought. She must feel so neglected with all of the attention the gift receivers were getting from him this week. York kissed Nicole and got up and went to Red. He got a lot of pats on the back and gropes as he made his way across the dance floor to Red. There she was. Gorgeous as ever. That little T-shirt barely covering her tits. Damn right she was teacher'pet! To round out the role she was blowing bubbles with bubblegum. Perfect York thought. No character suited her more. This was her inner being. The being she only showed him and his inner circle. York was glad she could be her full self tonight.
"Hello there Harely. You look like you could use some company."
"Depends. Do you want to be a good Spider or a naughty Spider?" She said sultrily in between pops of gum.
Her tits heaving under her shirt. She looked down at York's growing cock and she had her answer.
"Well Spidey looks like to me you want to be a naughty spider-boy. Follow me."
And with that she walked up the stairs. The baseball bat slung across her shoulders. She over emphasized her hip sway so as to mesmerize her little spider. She looked over her shoulder giving him the most devilish smile. York knew she would ruin him tonight. He wouldn't have it any other way. Up the stairs they went and then down a long hallway. Harley opening the large wooden double doors into a small private library. The room was filled floor to ceiling with books. There were a few large oak tables around the room. Several plush leather chairs. In the middle of the room was a white fur skin rug. Probably from some polar bear an alum shot back in the early 1900s. Harely went straight to the rug and lay down on it. Sticking her ass up in the air creating a deep bend in her back as she laid her face on the carpet. She looked at York as if she were the one about to devour him.
"I want you to fuck my ass into oblivion! Do you understand me motherfucker! Fuck it hard. Fuck it deep. Fuck it long! Don't you fucking stop until I goddamn tell you."
"Can I call you Harley?" York asked as he walked to her removing his cock from his suit.
"Motherfucker you had better call me Harley or I will literally rip your dick off with my ass!" She growled at him.
It was all York needed. When Red was in this kind of mood she didn't need pleasantries. She didn't need talk. She didn't need foreplay. She just needed good hard fucking. Period. And he would give it to her. York slammed his cock into her asshole and buried it all the way into her ass. She growled in delight. She was definitely in a mood tonight. The only way to get her out of it was intense fucking. York went straight into piston fucking mode. Grabbing her hips to pull her into him as he slammed his cock into her hungry ass hole.
"GODDAMN BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!! FUCKING GIVE IT TO ME!!
York did. He jack hammered her ass over and over again. He peeled off his mask as it was getting hard to breath. His suit filling with sweat. But he didn't stop. Not until he was told to. So he fucked. Fucked her ass and made it gape. He plunged into her each time harder and faster. She became a wild banshee. Screaming and yelling obscenities at him. York himself going into his piston fucking trance state. They were wild spirits meeting as one. No longer York and Taylor. No longer Red. No longer Spidey and Harley. Just flesh and passion. A cock and an asshole to be penetrated. Just an overwhelming desire trying to be quenched.
York must have kept it up for about 30 minutes. Harley came at least twice. Her bellows echoing in the room.
"FUCK YES FUCK YES MAKE ME CUM YOU BLACK BUCK MOTHERFUCKER!!" She sneered at him.
"HARLEY HARLEY HARLEY!!" Was all York chanted back amidst deep groans.
"FUCK ME HARDER YOU BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!! GIVE ME EVERYTHING YOU GOT!! She reached up and slapped York in the face.
York didn't disappoint. He found a level of intensity only this devil of a woman could bring out of him. Nicole and the others didn't even try. Only her. She knew it. And he knew it. Only she could accept him in this raw state. Only he could accept her in as raw a state. It had its rewards. They came harder than any other time. Often blinding them. All sound ceasing as if they had been put in a vacuum. Their bodies completely transformed by their orgasm. It was worth it every time. And if you saw them moments afterwards their sweetness and tenderness towards one another gave no evidence of their raunchy filthy talk minutes beforehand. But that hadn't happened yet. There was still more fucking to do. Harley demanded it. York obeyed. They went back and forth trading words.
"BLACK BUCK!"
"CUM WHORE!!"
"MOTHERFUCKER!"
"COCK SLUT!!"
"BLACK DEVIL!"
"WHITE DEVIL!"
York slapped her ass hard. Triggering an orgasm in Harley that was already on the verge of explosion. This is what she was waiting for. Her body succumbed to all the intensity of pleasure. Her head shaking wildly. She was on all fours at this point. Her huge tits slapping against one another. Her body covered in sweat. Her T-shirt soaked through clinging to her body as if she was in a wet T-shirt contest. She couldn't stop the saliva from dripping out of her mouth. She had little control left. This was where she loved being. Just a raw fucking animal. Only York and that magnificent black dick could get her there.
" BLACK COCK BLACK COCK BLACK COCK BLACKCOCKBLACKCOCKBLACKCOCK!!"
It all became one long word. York knew that was his cue to cum. Harley had little left in her. He pumped her ass hole with deep long strokes. Slowing down just a little. Coming out of his trance. Then the burst of electricity from his balls unleashed through his whole cock to the very tip where his cum burst forth into Taylor's ass. It overwhelmed him so much he couldn't see for a few moments.
"Ssweet cum swwweett cummm swweeet cummmm sweeet cummm!!"
Her voice raspy and low. She was completely spent. Satisfied in only the way York could satisfy. They collapsed together onto the rug. York's dick still in her ass. They fell asleep. They had nothing left. York wasn't sure for how long but it was Nicole, Hunter and Daphne who came to wake them up.
"Well that rug is ruined for sure." Teased Nicole. "And the party is over. Everyone has left. Well except Felicity Smoke. She's waiting for you downstairs Spidey. She's been waiting for an hour. She needs her gift."
Hunter and Daphne helped York to his feet. Slid his cock back into his suit. Not before giving it a quick oral cleaning. And led him downstairs. Nicole went to lay with Red on the rug. Snuggling her up.
"I take it this was a big one for you Red?" Nicole asked.
"Biggest. Baddest. And best!" She happily replied. "And the name is Harley!"
At the bottom of the stairs stood the most amazing Felicity Smoke look alike. This girl didn't need a costume. York wished he'd had a Green Arrow costume to match. There she stood. 5'6 but with 4 inch pumps. Her dress and her shoes a bright pink. Long blonde hair with some brown highlights. Glasses. Her dress a form fitting elastic dress that clung to all the right spots. Wide hips. Round ass. B cup tits. Flat stomach. Sleeveless. Her toned arms exposed. And just enough cleavage. Her legs muscled and shapely. Her pumps accentuating her nice calf muscles. She was pink perfection.
"Well hello Ms. Smoke I certainly hope Mr. Arrow is not waiting for you."
York said as Hunter and Daphne turned to head back updairs to join Nicole and Red. York walked up to Felicity and wrapped her in his arms. She remained silent. Only smiling at him. Her body snug up against his.
"Tell me what I can do for you!" He requested.
"I only want one thing from you Dr. York and that's your seed growing in my belly. And the name is Cassidy. No need to pretend any more."
Cassidy peeled his mask off and kissed him deeply. York's bands exploring all over her body. York had been so caught up in the Felicity Smoke role play that he didn't recognize it was Cassidy from the women's basketball team. He had watched her play all four years. She had taken only one class with him but she left a permanent impression. They held each other tightly. Locked in embrace. Finally Cassidy pull back a little and lead York down the hall to the main lounge area. York admiring her wonderful ass as he trailed behind her. She took him to the large leather sofa in the middle of the room. She peeled of her dress. Stunningly beautiful. Her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders. There were no imperfections anywhere to be seen. York peeled off his Spidey suit. Finally free. His chiseled body everything Cassidy had hoped for. She went to him offering up her body.
"I'm yours to fill Dr. York. Let me be your vessel. I will carry your seed with me."
York sat down on the sofa and Cassidy sat on top of him. His dick sliding into her pussy. She ground her hips slowly lowering her body over him so he could suck her tits. She held his head to her chest. Not quite believing that her four year dream of being with York was finally coming true.
"I've dreamt of being with you all four years Dr. York. I never thought it would have come true." She whispered in his ear.
"Had I known I would have brought you into the fold sooner. I would have made you mine a long time ago." He whispered back.
She kissed him deeply. His hands all over her body. His sweet black cock pumping slowly into her cunt. No cock had ever felt so good. It was thick and warm. She could feel it pulsating inside of her. She wanted to stay like this forever. She wanted to worship this amazing black cock. They fucked slowly and deliberately for a while. Neither of them in a rush. It was their first time together and each wanted to hold onto that memory.
"Fuck me! God yesss! Your cock is so great!" She moaned.
"Your pussy is pure heaven. I could die in it." He replied thrusting deeper into her.
"Please fuck me like I know you fuck your girls. Fuck me like you own me!"
York didn't say anything. He just started giving her what she asked for. Cassidy was shocked at the amazing change of pace and force. York fucked her cunt deep, hard and fast. She held on tightly. Letting York have his way. She groaned and moaned her approvals. He responded in the only way he knew how he fucked her harder. He picked her up without stopping. He switched their positions. Making her sit on the sofa. Her back against the sofa. Her legs raised above her head. Her cunt fully open to York. The new position gave him more depth than Cassidy knew she had. She was unprepared. She had not grasped fully what she had asked of him. She did not know such passion, such intensity was possible. Such pure joy at being fucked. She gave herself fully to him. York pistoned into her cunt over and over again. He pulled her tightly to him. Their bodies smashed against one another. She wrapped her legs around him. She couldn't believe anyone could fuck like this. All the rumors circulating around campus by female students she knew now to be true. York really was a fuck god. And she became his devotee. York's cock deepening her pussy. Her cunt swallowing his cock. His deep penetration along with his girth hit her g-spot with every inward and outward thrust.
Cassidy's mind couldn't keep up with what her body was experiencing. She gave up trying to be rational. This kind of passion was not logical. If was purity and rawness in its most perfect state. She gave her body and mind over to it. She let go of everything. This is what it meant to give oneself fully to York. York could tell the change in the body when a woman gave herself to him. They became part of his body. Not two bodies. Perfect synchronization. They stopped thinking and started feeling. With every nerve of their body. This was the recalibration. There was no going back for Cassidy. When a woman gave herself to him so completely York became as devoted to them as they were to him. It was the purest form of trust. A trust he admired. Respected. He would never take it or them for granted. Cassidy was now part of the group. She would have his full self as well. York gave all of his energy to her.
"I'mmmmmm yours!! Allllllll of meeeeeee!! Yourrrrrrrs!!" Cassidy yelled in pure exctasy.
She was more pleading with him than declaring. York's fucking and the new position sent her over the edge. Her orgasm was like nothing she had ever experienced. Cassidy had thought before tonight she knew what pleasure was. She didn't realize that York's dick would recalibrate her whole sense of the universe. It was as if she had reached a new plane of existence. A new evolutionary step. She would be different. Nothing and no one would be the same anymore to her. She didn't care. All she cared about was this man inside of her. Devoting her life to him. If this is what she got in return she felt like she was cheating him. That he was giving her more than she to him. Well she would find a way. She mustered her last ounce of rationality to get through to him.
"Don't cum inside me. Don't cum inside me. Don't cum inside me. Don't cum inside." She begged.
She whispered and chanted in his ear. Independent of the furious fucking his dick was unleashing on her cunt. It took all of her concentration to keep chanting. It took a few minutes but it broke through York's trance. He blinked and looked at her with newfound clarity. He didn't stop fucking her he just wasn't as relentless. It became somewhat normal. At least for York. For Cassidy it was still an onslaught that brought wave after wave of orgasms. She prayed that her message had gotten through to him. But when she thought that she had failed he pulled out as her last orgasm ended. He hovered above her. His dick pointing at her cunt. Waiting for orders.
"Why?" Was all York said flatly despite the heavy breathing.
"Because I am not ready to leave your side. I just found you and I can't leave you now. I couldn't exist. Make me a part of you. Whatever I have to be. Whatever I have to do. I will do. I want your seed. But I want you more. Right now. When you think I am ready to grow your force within me I will do it. I am yours always and completely."
"And I will be yours always and completely. That is how this works."
She smiled the biggest smile she thought possible. This was the new path. The new direction. The new step. York leaned in to kiss her deeply. His dick resting on her stomach. Cassidy reached between them. One had grabbing his cock and the other his balls. She didn't waste time stroking him hard and fast. He looked at her more hungrily with each stroke.
"Give me your cum. Cover me in your seed. Let me taste it. Let me swallow your life force. Let me fill my belly with it. Let it satisfy my hunger."
York simply grunted and groaned. Staring into the bluest eyes he had ever gazed upon.
"I want you. All of you. I am yours. Give me all of you. I am yours." She continued.
York's orgasm hit hard. His hot warm streams of cum hitting her belly. Her tits. A few made it to her face. Stream after stream. Cassidy didn't know so much cum could come out of one person. York never broke his gaze. Didn't say anything right away. Cassidy pumped his cock till she was sure it was empty. She was about to eat all when York kissed her passionately. When he broke the kiss he said.
"I am so very glad you changed your mind. I too was not going to be satisfied if this was it."
Unexpectedly a voice from behind them startled both of them. It was Nicole. And she wasn't alone. Daphne, Hunter and Harley/Red/Taylor were by her side. York and Cassidy didn't realize they had been standing there for quite some time. They had witnessed York change Cassidy into one of them.
"Welcome to the cohort then Cassidy." Nicole greeted her newest York devotee. "Dr. York if you don't mind sitting off to the side. Your mess is ours to clean up."
All four girls pounced on Cassidy. Each desperately trying to get all of his cum. But they were not greedy. Each mouthful they shared with Cassidy. Kissing her deeply. Spilling some of York's cum into her waiting mouth. Having shared with Cassidy Nicole slid over to the quielty waiting York. She swallowed his cock. Tasting Cassidy's sweetness all over his dick. She sucked him clean. With Cassidy all cleaned up they helped her and York get dressed. Nicole had brought extra clothes for York just in case. They all went back to the condo to introduce Cassidy to the rest of the group. Sophia, Maddie and Diane welcomed her in the only way they knew how. They fucked her brains out. Cassidy fell asleep that night amongst a tangle of naked bodies.
Wednesday was a relatively quiet day for York. Relatively. He didn't participate in any of the official activities that day or night. He did make Nicole, Hunter, Daphne, Cassidy and Harley to attend though. He didn't want to deprive them of their senior week. But he made sure to fuck each one of them before they left. And promised to fuck them that night when they returned. Daphne and Hunter were still on the gift path. And they wouldn't have left without it. So filled with cum in their pussies they finally left. That day's activity was out on the lake. The senior class rented several boats for the students to turn the lake into a nightclub. They blared music. Drank. Danced. Swam. The girls made sure to send him and the others plenty of photos and videos of their asses and tits and pussies. They wanted York to know what he was missing. But they knew he wouldn't be able to be at that event without getting a lot of attention.
York stayed in with Sophia, Maddie and Diane. They had gone many days without his attention so he indulged their every wish. Which mainly consisted of him laying in bed naked all day. He was only allowed to get up to go to the bathroom. Otherwise his only responsibility was to fill them with cum. Which he did. Every hole. They made it easy. The first session consisted of him on all fours. Diane underneath him his cock buried in her cunt. Sophia's face buried in his ass licking his anus. Maddie standing above Diane pushing York's face into her cunt. York eating her as he was eaten and fucking Diane. When Maddie came her juices fell onto Diane's face for York and Sophia to lap up. Diane's orgasm followed close behind. Her quivering body held tightly by York. She slid out from underneath him to be replaced by Sophia. York burying his dick in her pussy and his face in her big tits. He fucked her intensely to the sounds of Maddie eating his cum out of Diane and brsinging her to orgasm. Sophia's orgasm triggered his and he filled her pussy as well. They collapsed on the bed. Diane and Maddie intertwining their bodies among them. They took a little nap. The girls getting up to make some lunch which they brought back to feed York. York had forgotten what it was liken have a meal at home without getting his dick sucked or stroked at the same time. Diane devoured his cock while Sophia and Maddie fed him.
The girls decided that the second session was going to be all double penetration. Maddie took out the strap-ons. Diane begged to be first. As she always did. Her only request was that York fuck her ass. Maddie laid down on the bed. Diane climbed on top of her sliding the lubricated dildo into her pussy. Sophia shoved her strap-on into Diane's waiting mouth. York took her ass. Diane groaned her pleasure and her desire for a solid fuck. Diane became wild under York and Maddie's fucking. She bucked. Ground her hips. Making every attempt to get both dicks as deep into her as possible. They continued to fuck her well past her second orgasm. Her squeals and cries loud even with Sophia's dildo down her throat. They knew this was exactly what she wanted. York finally came. Filling her ass. Which was quickly emptied by both Maddie and Sophia. Each girl got a turn. Maddie wanting York in her cunt. Sophia in her ass. All were filled with cum and all were emptied by the other two girls. Again they took a nap. And again York woke to the smell of food and a mouth on his dick. Maddie this time.
The final session was more like three final sessions as each girl wanted alone time with him. York understood how important this was for the entire cohort. Not one of them had a jealous steak amongst them but it didn't mean they always wanted to share. Each of them needed one on one time with York. Since they all knew it they never begrudged anyone for requesting special time. But it also meant that no one took advantage of it either. York's individual time with Maddie, Sophia and Diane that day was less about fucking. Even though a lot of fucking happened. It was more about connection. They only wanted reminders of how special each of them was to York. Only York could give them that. And he could give it just by holding them and looking into their eyes. But of course they also wanted his cock. He fucked then each deeply and passionately. It was not piston fucking. This was deep and intense. York didn't want to slip away into a trance. He wanted to remain present for each of them. Cum with them. York needed it as much as they did. He cared about all of them so deeply that even if one of the girls was not around he missed them terribly.
Maddie was his last fuck of the trio and they had been asleep no more than 30 minutes when Nicole, Daphne, Hunter, Harley and Cassidy returned home. They were barely in the door before they started stripping off their bikinis and diving into bed with York and Maddie. Sophia and Diane quickly joined them. Everyone happy to be together. Kissing. Squeezing. Caressing. Sucking. Licking. No one left out. No one alone. York lay happily amongst the sea of flesh. But before he drifted off to sleep he had to keep his promise to Daphne and Hunter. York lay on his back as each girl mounted him. The other girls at his and their sides. Collectively caring for them as York worked towards orgasm. All of the girls begging him to fill first Daphne and then Hunter's pussies with his seed. Hearing all of them pleading for his life force was overwhelming. He came hard and in immense amounts. It was only then that they were all content to go to sleep.
Thursday started in a flurry. York vaguely heard a knock on the door and then was awoken with a pussy sliding onto his dick. He opened his eyes to see Devin on top of him.
"Good morning my sweet Dr. York. I missed you yesterday at the lake. I have some catching up to do. So I figured I'd get started early. The other girls are in the kitchen making breakfast. So how about you give me some of that deliciousness you call cum!"
Devin rode York's cock hard. She did all the work. She pressed her hands down on his chest to keep him under her control. She ground her hips onto him furiously. All the while begging him for his cum. York looked up at this beautiful young woman begging to be filled with his seed. Begging to be impregnated by him. He couldn't resist her requests. His cock emptied into her. She thanked him with kisses. Got up and went to go join the other girls for breakfast. Daphne and Hunter came into the room with pancakes and coffee. Nothing like cumming in a woman while she feeds you pancakes. Twice.
There was only one event that day and it was not till the evening. Until then York spent the day mostly filling Hunter, Daphne and Devin. They rode him all day. The other girls occasionally coming in to participate but all of his sperm was deposited in one of the three. He would furiosly be fucking someone like Cassidy and about to cum when they would slip off of him and either Daphne, Hunter or Devin would took their place just as his cum left his cock. And so most of the day went. York wondered if there was anything wrong if studding became his new occupation. He quite liked the idea of women coming to him for his seed. He wondered how much they would pay. He wouldn't just be a sperm bank but also would give them the fuck of their lives to remember him by. But for now he was satisfied to fill the cunts of these beautiful coeds. So he fucked all day and came all day. To be honest he would do it for free. York spent the day embedded in pussy. As soon as he was done with one girl another would be on his dick. Rubbing or sucking on his frenulum to bring his cock back to life. The only interruptions was to eat, drink or go to the bathroom. He lay on his back as beautiful girl after beautiful girl climaxed on him. Today he was told he only had to lay there. It was his "day off" so to speak. They did allow him a two hour nap before the evenings event. He would need his energy to keep up with the six seniors he would be accompanying.
The event was a moonlight cruise on the waterfront downtown. There would be live music, cocktails and dancing. It was another black tie affair. York wore his newest tuxedo. Red velvet jacket with black trim and black tuxedo pants. His red velvet bow tie with fleur de lis print highlighted his overall look. The ladies were stunning as usual. Nicole wore an all white gown. Backless, it dropped to reveal the top of her ass. This was a no underwear night. Even for York. Nicole's white gown clung to her so tightly it could have been skin. Every curve and nuance of her perfect body accentuated. The plunging neckline down to her belly button exposed a good portion of her tits. She barely made it out of the apartment without York fuckin her out of that dress. The same was true for all of the girls that night. York did his best to convince them to stay in to fuck but they said they all wanted to fuck on the boat. Daphne, Hunter, Cassidy, Harley and Devin went a different route. Nicole went glamourous. They went the opposite end of the spectrum. Additionally they all wore the same outfit just in different colors. Daphne was emerald green. Hunter hot pink. Cassidy a bright blue. Harley bright red. Devin deep purple. The dress was hardly a dress. It was more like a lace slip on. Sheer. See through. It was obvious no under was worn. A few well placed concentrations of lace covered up their nipples and the crack of their ass. Everything else was visible. Super short. Barely covering their asses. Strapless with plunging neckline. Barely holding in their tits. York couldn't help himself. His fingers roamed each girls cunt as they went downstairs in the elevator. They didn't resist. It was what they hoped he would do all night. But eventually they would want his cock to roam not just his hands. The hardest part of the night was that York had to arrive separately to the docks. His raging hard on his only company on the drive. The girls however rented a suv limo. They clearly were having fun based on the pics he was getting as he drove. Flashes of tits, asses and pussies. Several of Hunter's tongue in each pussy. Damn them! They knew he would be ravenous by the time he got to the boat. And he was.
Somehow York was able to board the boat without incident. He got there before the girls so he was able to watch them from the deck as they exited the limo and the chaos they created with their appearance. A few male faculty almost fell overboard. The undergrad males had no chance. They were speechless. A few female faculty accidentally came out of the closet that evening. There was no way anyone could deny their stunning beauty. And they worked their entrance. Daphne, Hunter, Cassidy, Harley and Devin came out first. Formed a row and then Nicole last standing behind them. Her stark white dress in contrast to their brilliant color. Then they did their best red carpet walk. Slow. Deliberate. As if they were professional models. Everyone stared. Then it was one by one up the gang way plank. Every eye was on them. York didn't have to hide his gaze. No one was paying attention to him.
It took everyone a few minutes to regain their composure after the girls were finally on the boat. Despite being distracted the crew pulled away from the dock without hitting anything and set sail. It was a perfect night. An occasional cool breeze which meant all of the girls nipples would be erect. York took up his viewing spot inside on the upper floor that looked down on the dance floor. The band situated on one end started off with some jazz standards for the grown ups. It didn't deter the students from dancing though. From York's perch from above he had an unobstructed view down the tops of all the strapless dresses. So much cleavage. His girls made a point of dancing right underneath him. Then York felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Provost Talia Esperanza. She was about ten years older than York. She was originally from Mexico. Her indigenous features gave her a most alluring look. York had a lot of respect for her. She ran the university better than anyone he had ever seen. Her long dark hair normally in a professional bun was out and draped around her shoulders. She wore a classic black dinner gown. No cleavage but form fitting. She very much had a body to be proud of.
"Malik, good evening. Glad to see you here enjoying the festivities with our students." She smiled at him.
"Good evening Provost Esperanza. Happy to be here. They deserve to be celebrated." He replied.
"Please call me Talia. We are off the clock. I do seem to remember you once mentioning that you did ballroom dancing? Would you care to dance?"
York had spent a few years learning to dance for fun when he had some extra time on his hands just after getting tenure. He had gotten pretty good.
"I would be honored." He replied.
He bowed elegantly and held his arm out for her to take. They descended the staircase to the dance floor. They made a stunning pair. Just as they got to the last step the previous song ended. When the students realized York and Provost Esperanza were going to dance all of the students cleared the center of the floor. York led her onto to floor. Looked at the band and requested a waltz. The drummer gave him the nod and turned to the band and counted out the song. York dramatically twirled Provost Esperanza into starting position. The students cheered in anticipation. As the first note hit she spun back to him. One hand on her back and the other outstretched holding the other. York and Talia glided around the dance floor as if they were professional dance partners. The students cheered and cheered. York made a show of it. Being as dramatic as possible. As he glided past his girls the stunned open mouthed looks of astonishment were priceless. None of them knew York could dance. Only Nicole gave him a slightly angry look. It registered as a 'why the hell haven't you ever danced with me like that' look. He would be in a little bit of trouble but her reaction was worth it. York and Talia finished the song to great applause from everyone. They bowed graciously. York making sure his partner enjoyed most of the limelight.
"Thank you for a wonderful dance Provo... I mean Talia. You are a remarkable dancer. By the looks of the young men lining up behind you I venture your dance card will be full all night."
"As will yours Malik."
York turned and sure enough a long line of ladies were standing behind him waiting to be danced with. Nicole was first in line. He wondered if she was actually first or had just made herself first. York turned back to the band and gestured for more classics they could dance to. The band had his back. He reached a hand out to Nicole and led her onto the floor as the next song began. Talia was across from him with her new partner. York recognized him from the soccer team. Hmmmm? Good looking kid from Puerto Rico. Could he have a doppelgänger in Talia? Good for her if she was. York turned his attention back to Nicole. Who seemed to be fuming. It all melted away when he held her tightly against him and began to glide across the room with her. His hand on her back pressing her into him. She could feel his cock bulge against her tight dress. She now looked at him sensually.
"Why have you kept this secret from me?" Feigning anger. York didn't buy it. She was butter in his hands as they danced.
"It's good to keep surprises. You seem to surprise me all the time. So I think it's only fair I get to surprise you once in a while." He teased her.
"Fine." She reluctantly grumbled.
But it was short lived. Dancing with York openly in front of everyone was intoxicating. She could feel the jealousy amongst the waiting girls. This song would be theirs. They danced as if they were alone in the room. But eventually the song ended and York had to entertain the other ladies waiting in line. Nicole went upstairs so she could take up a lookout on York. After Nicole it was the two of his cohort. Daphne and Devin. They each made a point of pressing into him as deeply as possible. Their tits smashed against his chest. They were even bold enough to pull his hand from their upper back down low so it rested on the top of their ass. It was risky but no one could begrudge him. York danced with a few more girls after them but eventually the novelty wore off and thd band went back to playing popular music for everyone to dance to. York thanked his last partner. She had tried her best to get him fully grab her ass. He excused himself and went to look for a bathroom. On the way he passed Hunter and Harley. They followed in pursuit. Since the bathroom was in a less used part of the boat no one noticed them follow York into the bathroom.
Hunter was on him quickly as Harley locked the door behind them. She quickly joined Hunter helping her undo York's pants and freeing his cock.
"We don't dance York. We suck dick. We fuck dick." Hunter purred in his ear as she stroked his cock.
"We don't want to be a Disney princess either. We want to be your cum sluts."
Harley moaned in his other ear. Her hands fondling his balls with one hand. The other sid into the back of his pants searching for his anus to finger fuck. York groaned out loud when she found it. They knew him well. Hunter dropped to her knees and swallowed his cock. She pulled his foreskin down freeing the bulbous head of his cock she went to work on his frenulum while also sucking him. Harley slid his pants down to his ankles and took up position behind him and buried her face in his ass shoving her tongue into his anus. Fucking it with her tongue. York stood motionless letting the girls do what they did best. They wanted him to cum. And he would. Soon. No one could resist Hunter and Harley together.
"I'm going to cum soooon." He moaned.
Hunter released her mouth from his cock. Stood up and raised her dress above her waist. She turned her back to him and rested her arms on the sink. Facing the mirror.
"Fill me up motherfucker! Give me your cum! Fuck me hard! Make me your cock slut!" She ordered him.
Harley stood as well and led him to Hunter's waiting pussy. She guided his cock into her. And then she became the one in charge. Sliding her finger into his ass she told York what to do.
"Fill her cunt you black stud! Give her all of your sweet black cock!" She growled at him. York pumped into Hunter's pussy. Making her moan and squeal in delight. But she took her cue from Harley.
"You are our fucking black stud. Now do your job and give me you black seed motherfucker!!
York fucked her hard. Her pussy tightening around his dick. Trying to extract his cum. York felt his orgasm growing. He knew they couldn't take a long time. Someone else might come to use the bathroom. York grabbed onto Hunter's tits and pulled her hard onto his dick. Harley slapped his ass. Then she bit it. York looked at her intensely. Letting her know she would need to do that again when they were in safer settings
"Fill her you black stud! Fill her cunt with your black cream." She grabbed York's balls as she said this. Sending him over the edge. He emptied his cum deep into Hunter. She moaned in exctasy as York's seed filled her. Harley continued to squeeze his balls making sure he was fully empty. When he was she dropped to her knees and sucked him clean. Pulled his pants back up and pushed him out the bathroom and locked the door. She needed to devour Hunter. As York walked away he could hear their moans of passion starting.
Waiting outside the bathroom was Daphne. Her tits practically spilling out of her dress. She looked at him hungrily. She held out her hand and led him to a set of stairs down to the lower levels of the boat.
"Where are you taking me? We might get caught by a crew member." York warned.
"One of the crew has a crush on one of my sorority sisters. She has him occupied and guarding our little venture into the bowels of the boat. I asked him for a private spot where we didn't have to worry about being seen or heard."
Daphne turned to kiss him. York's hands finding their way up her dress into her pussy and ass. She groaned in delight but led him down a long hallway. Much to her satisfaction York kept a finger in her ass as she walked. She pulled him into a utility room. It was dark and smelled of fumes.
"I want you to fuck me like a dirty whore with your black fucking cock. I want you to fill my dirty fucking cunt!" She dared him as she bunched her dress around her waist. Revealing her amazing tits and pussy. York crossed the room in one step and was on his knees in front of her. He swung one of her legs over his shoulder and dove into her pussy. His hands searching and finding her asshole. She ground her hips into his face. Pulling his head tight against her cunt.
"That's it you black stud. Eat my dirty cunt!"
York obeyed and tongue fucked her into orgasm really quickly. His mouth filling with her pussy juices. He stood up and bent her over a metal work table. The cold table making her nipples rock hard. She shivered from the cold.
"Fuck me goddamnit!! Fuck me you black motherfucker! Give me all of your black dick!!" She yelled at him. Unafraid that she would be heard given where they were.
"I will fuck your dirty little cunt into oblivion!" He growled back at her.
York fucked her fast and hard. Daphne screaming out loud her pleasure.
"FUCK YES!! JUST LIKE THAT YOU BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!! GODDAMN YOUR BLACK DICK IS AMAZING!!" She bellowed.
York fucked her like an animal. She begged for more. He showed her cunt no mercy. She eventually devolved into a moaning and screaming animal. She came on his dick and he continued his fucking. She began begging him for his cum. Barely able to get out and words coherntly. But York understood what she wanted. So he gave her what she wished for. He came deep in her pussy. Daphne thanking him as his cock emptied into her cunt. She leaned back to kiss him with his cock still embedded in her. They held each other for a while until York's cock slipped out of her cunt. She fixed her dress. Scooped the cum leaking down her legs onto her fingers and hungrily ate it all.
"God your cum really is the best Dr. York." She slipped her arm through his and they made their way back down the long hallway to the stairs. York behind her going up the stairs couldn't help but finger fuck her anus. She stopped half way up and ground her hips down onto his finger. Rubbing her clit as he continued to fuck her ass. She came in a hot steam of cum pouring out of her pussy.
"You are absolutely the best. How am I ever going to leave you!" She said as she kissed him again.
They went all the up this time and returned to the party.
York didn't have much of a chance. As soon as he appeared near the dance floor multiple coeds started making their way over to him. Thankfully Cassidy got to him first. Her tits jiggling as she rushed to him in her 6 inch matching blue pumps. Her long blonde hair styled up on top of her head revealing her luscious neck. Her face flush with anticipation of dancing with York. He reached out to her and grasped her hand. Tucking it under his arm he led her onto the floor. The band had just started a slow jazz number. No need for fancy footwork. He could hold her close and slow dance the whole song. York recognized the song. If they played it fully it would be more than ten minutes long. He'd have to tip the band well at the end of the night.
He held Cassidy tightly. His hand resting at the small of her back. His pinky finger resting on the top of her ass. She clearly felt his bulge. Thankfully the dance floor was crowded and they were in the center of it. Cassidy could grind her hips a little more than was appropriate for a student dancing with a faculty member. Pressing her hips into his growing cock. York slipped his hand a little lower. Fully resting on the top of her amazing ass. She stared at him with those piercing blue eyes. Without words from her he understood her message. He looked back at her equally intensely. A few girls nearby noticed his gaze and simply wished they had gotten to him first instead of Cassidy. The band stretched out the song. It was late in the evening and the students were taking advantage of their last time together. The bodies around him and Cassidy were groping and squeezing their desire to hold onto their last moments of the bliss of college life. York took advantage of their own preoccupations with themselves. He grabbed a good handful of Cassidy's ass. His hand slipping underneath to her naked ass and slid a finger into her pussy. She buried her head in his chest. Focused only on his hand inside her. She ground her hips harder.
"You need to hurry this song is almost over." York whispered.
She looked up at him. She wanted more time. She needed more time. More time for him to devour her. But she obeyed. She stopped holding back. She pressed herself against him as her orgasm hit. York wondered if anyone heard her whimper and or saw her go limp in his arms. Or heard her sudden heavy breathing. He slid his hand back up to her back and pushed her dress back down just as the song ended.
"Thank you for a wonderful dance Ms. Cassidy. Would you like to get some air? It's gotten awfully warm in here."
York held his hand out to her. She gratefully took it. They left the dance floor to the dismay of many. They went outside and went up to the highest observation deck. It was above the control room and one had a 360 degree view of the harbor and the city. No one else was there. York and Cassidy didn't waste any time.
"I need you in me now Dr. York!" She begged him as she raised her skirt up above her waist. And turned her back to him.
York unzipped his pants and took his cock out and was in her cunt in one motion. He pumped into her cunt hard and fast. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he fucked her deeply. Pulling the top of her dress down freeing her tits. She turned to kiss him as he fucked her and squeezed her tits. High above the deck York fucked her for all the city to see. She felt like a offering. She was. To him. They fucked hard and deep but quietly. People were walking around below them. Any sound and they would have looked up and seen a naked girl getting fucked. York's black dick would have been all they would have seen of him. As hot as that would have been they couldn't take any chances. Cassidy reached one hand around his head to pull him close. She wanted to hear every grunt and groan. Her other hand rubbing her clit.
It didn't take her long to cum. She let out the faintest squeal that York attempted to cover with a kiss. He followed her quickly not wanting to risk getting caught. His groans muffled by their continued kissing. They held each other briefly before separately making their way back downstairs and back inside. Cassidy walking back into the party a little wobbly.
It took him a about ten minutes but York found Nicole standing by the railing overlooking the dance floor. He stood next to her and since no one was too close he could talk openly with her.
"You are absolutely ravishing in that dress my dearest Nicole. I cannot wait till we get back home." York whispered without making eye contact.
"I can't wait that long. I need your cock in me now. Though I suspect it was just in Cassidy. She looked a little wobbly when she went back out on the dance floor." A smile on her face. "Wait ten minutes and then come find me out on the back deck. It will be secluded. Everyone will be in here for a speech by the Provost. I planned it." And with that she walked away. York stealing a quick glance to watch her ass glide away from view. Magnificent. Perfection. He started counting down the minutes. With about one minute to go the band stopped and one of the students took the mic to introduce Provost Esperanza.
That was York's cue. He went out the way Nicole had gone. In search of his most precious gift. He found her standing in the moonlight at the back of the boat. There was a large overhang and a partial wall that protected them from view but they would have a clear view of the moon and the city skyline. York sat on a bench as Nicole stepped out of the moonlight like a goodness sent to him from the heavens. Her white dress glistening under the moon light. York undid his pants and freed his cock. She pulled the zipper on her side and slipped completely out of her dress. Handing it to York who carefully placed it on the bench near him. She was completely naked except her silver stiletoes. Her body glowing from the night light. She was definitely a goddess of the moon. And he would worship her for all time. She squatted over him and sunk her hips down swallowing his dick with her cunt.
"Please fuck me!" She pleaded.
"Anything for you my moon goddess."
Moon goddess. It took her breath away. She kissed him passionately. York fucked her sensually. Deep and methodical. He didn't want a wild fuck session. He wanted intimate. Deep. Connected. They fucked while all of the speeches went on. No one missed them. They missed no one. They filled each other. Bathed in moonlight. Kissing. Caressing. Holding. It was sheer beauty between them. It was a good fifteen minutes of solid fucking before she begged him to cum. She needed to feel his seed within her. He answered her wishes. Filling her to the brim with cum. Cum was still dripping down her leg after she put on her dress and went back inside. She scooped some up and licked it from her finger. They returned to the main cabin through separate entrances. The boat was already almost back to shore wrapping up the night. There was a lot of hugging goodnight by everyone. York got his fair share of tight hugs from many coeds he did not know. They took advantage of the opportunity to smash their tits into his chest.
When York returned to his car he found that it wouldn't start. The suv limo pulled up next to him as he was looking under the hood. The window rolled down and Nicole's face appeared.
"Are you having car trouble Dr. York? We can give you a ride. There's plenty of room in here." Nicole offered. A twinkle in her eye.
"That would be wonderful ladies. I will owe you a debt of gratitude." York played along. And then got in the limo. It was huge. A barrier blocked the driver from seeing in the back. Instead of individual seats it was one large sofa. It was practically a bed. The girls were strewn about laying around. Their clothes completely removed. Piled in a corner.
"I had Diane come by while the boat was out and unplug your battery." Nicole confessed. "But now you owe Devin. She was unable to get to you on the boat. Her sea legs were not all that steady. But first we need to get you undressed."
All the girls were on him. Pulling, unzipping and unbuttoning his clothes. York relinquished to them. He was naked in no time. Mouths and hands all over him. Cassidy had one ball sack in her mouth, Hunter the other, Harley had his dick in her mouth. Daphne had one nipple. Devin the other. Nicole straddled his face so he ate her pussy joyously. They switched places every few minutes. Everyone getting a taste of all of him. When Devin made it around to his cock she sank her pussy down on to his cock. York groaned into Hunter's pussy as she was the lucky one straddling him at the time. Devin rode him hard and fast. Begging him for his cum.
"Please Dr. York give me your cum!! Please!l
York reached to grab her ass and help her grind down on his cock. There were still mouths on his balls and nipples. He had truly become a fuck toy and stud. Life couldn't be better. Devin bounced up and down on his dick furiously. Her urgency for his seed growing with each thrust into her cunt. She pinched his nipples hard hoping it would make him cum. It didn't. It just made his cock harder. Cassidy slipped her finger into Devin's ass as she fucked York. Harley rubbed Devin's clit at the same time. It drove Devin wild. She bucked and swayed with her whole body losing control.
"FUCK! GODDAMN!! SHIT!! YES!! DON'T STOP!! UNGHHHHHH OHHHHHHH AIEEEEEE!!"
And with that Devin came all over York. She collapsed on top of him. It stop York from fucking her nor did it stop the finger in her ass not the finger rubbing her clit. She became an incoherent shaking, quivering, convulsing naked body. Devin gave up trying to be in control. She succumbed to all of the stimulation. She just moaned and squealed over and over. Nicole and Hunter moved behind her to slap her ass. Each taking a cheek. Daphne planted her pussy on York's face and rode his face to her own orgasm. Poor Devin could hardly contain herself. All she could manage to do was slap the sofa wildly as she lay prostrate on York. She lost all ability to keep coherent thoughts. She came in waves. One orgasm following another. She'd never experienced anything like that before. After what seemed like the fifth consecutive orgasm she only moved involuntarily as her body could not resist the physical stimulation. It almost looked like she was having a seizure. York took pity on her. Poor girl. She had no stamina for this. This was too much too soon. He signaled for the other girls to back off. They wrapped themselves up in each other and turned all of the attention on one another. Fingers and tongues penetrating every hole available.
"Oh go oh god oh god oh god oh god!" Devin could barely whisper.
York took that as his cue to cum. He grunted and groaned as he emptied his balls into Devin. Devin mumbling thank yous before she drifted off to sleep. York held her tightly as they completed the ride back to apartment. All the girls tipped the driver with either tit or ass flashing. Harley flashed it all. York gave him $50. The driver told York he was his hero and drove off. York went straight to bed. The girls crashing in the other apartment. Totally spent. He was joined by Maddie and Diane. Who were not spent. Who immediately undressed him and fondled his balls and dick.
"I have to be honest ladies. I'm pretty tired. So if I fall asleep don't feel like you have to stop."
"We've never stopped before. We like fucking you in your sleep." Diane smiled mischievously at him. And swallowed his dick and started to hum. The vibration putting York to sleep almost immediately. The girls always marveled at his ability to keep an erection while he slept. They took turns fucking York for the next hour. He emptied his load into Maddie's pussy which Diane and Sophia then ate They snuggled up next to him and went to sleep.
York woke up Friday morning prepared for the last day of senior week before Saturday's graduation. The only day's event was a brunch at the local golf club. The seniors decided on a high tea theme. The attire was meant to be a mix of British royalty and Kentucky Derby. York pulled out his blue and white stripped seat sucker suit and pink bow tie that matched his shirt. He barely got it on before Maddie, Sophia and Diane had his pants around his ankles their faces buried in his ass, sucking his balls and swallowing his cock. It was only fair since they didn't get to go to all of these events. York didn't argue. He emptied his load into Diane's mouth. Then they allowed him to leave. The rest of the girls went with their own theme of polka dot summer dresses. Nicole wore a pink dress with white polka dots. Daphne a yellow dress with black polka dots. Cassidy a baby blue dress with pink polka dots. Harley a black dress with red polka dots. Hunter in a mint green dress with white polka dots. All the dresses were sleeveless with a scoop front to give ample view of each girls cleavage. As usual no one wore underwear. Despite York's warning of a good breeze that could reveal things. York took good advantage of the lack of underwear on the elevator ride. The girls piled into Nicole's car and York in his. Devin had to miss out on the event. She had other obligations. Though she promised to get her daily deposit from York before the day was over.
York arrived at the country club. It had hosted LPGA. and PGA tournaments over the years. The course was obviously world class. York had played on it a couple of times as a guest of the president of the university. The club consisted of a main building, where the brunch was to be held, that had three floors. It held the main dining and reception rooms. Along with several smaller rooms for private and small group meetings. It also housed the administrative offices. There was a set of tennis courts, a pool with a sauna and jacuzzi, an excerise room, golf pro shop, basketball courts and a few smaller buildings that were rentals for visitors during tournaments. Along with the actual golf course there were walking trails throughout the property that led one through flower gardens of various themes and stocked koi ponds. The invitation came with a map of the facility along with encouragement to explore the grounds.
York entered the main building. Inside he was greeted by students checking in arriving guests.
"Hello Dr. York! Great to see you at another event. I love your suit! Absolutely beautiful. You were amazing on dance floor last night. I only wished I had gotten a chance to dance with you. My name is Blanche by the way."
Blanche smiled and held her hand out for York which she held while locking eyes with York. Blanche was about 5'3. Voluptuous. C cup tits. Brunette. Thick curly hair. Green eyes. She wore a stark white dress that hugged her body tight. Accentuating every curve. Her nipples at full attention giving evidence of a lack of a bra. York smiled back.
"Well maybe there will be an opportunity to dance at brunch." York replied.
"Well please save me a spot on your dance card. Here is your name tag and you are at table number 12. We've mixed students with faculty. Enjoy the brunch!"
York walked into the grand hall. Three of its walls were all French doors giving everyone a beautiful view of the sprawling property. There was a band setting up in one corner. And the middle of the room was open. Looked like he would be dancing with Blanche later. With the help of staff York found his table but he was the first to arrive. His table was off to the side of the room but gave him an unobstructed view out the French doors onto the grounds. He took a seat and accepted the mimosa that was offered to him. He sat and looked out on the property. He was lost in thought so he didn't hear people arriving behind him unt L her heard someone clear their throat.
"Ahem."
York turned around to a sea of polka dots. Nicole, Daphne, Hunter, Cassidy and Harley were standing smiling at him. He stood up to greet his ladies.
"Good morning ladies. You all look absolutely gorgeous. I can't say I've never seen a prettier collection of polka dots. Am I to gather that you are my brunch dates?" York said cheerfully.
"Yes we are!" They all said in unison.
"Well then. Let's do this proper shall we. As the gentleman of the table it is my honor and responsibility to help get you all seated. A lady never pulls out her own chair."
All the girls giggled as York made a show of standing and coming around and holding their chair as they sat. York able to look over their shoulders down their tops to get great views of all their tits. With all of his cohort seated York finally sat. A server came around and offered all of the ladies a mimosa. Poor young man. He tried to flirt but the girls barely knew he was there.
"Well what shall we toast to ladies?" York inquired.
"Your sweet black cock!"
Harley whispered loud enough for just those at the table to hear. York almost spit out his mimosa. Flashing Harley a pretend angry look. She stuck out her tongue at him playfully.
"How about to the best professor at the university?" Nicole offered.
"Cheers to that!" The other girls replied
"Well then let me add to that with a toast to the best students a professor could ever wish for!"
They all took a sip of their drink. As they did the president of the alumni association welcomed everyone to the brunch and encouraged them to all enjoy themselves and to make sure they got to know each at their respective tables. Cassidy slipped her hand onto York's cock in response to that directive. Not to be outdone Harley on the other side of York slipped her hand there as well. With no tables behind them and only the glass doors they were free to stroke York's cock through his pants. They would reluctantly only stop when a server came by. York had a raging hard on before the first course was served.
The rest of brunch was uneventful. Minus the hands on his dick the whole time. The girls made a point of switching seats so each girl got a chance to fondle York during the meal. Several speeches were made but York could hardly focus. Thankfully his jacket covered up his hard on when he had to go to the bathroom. He excused himself from the table. York walked out the main hallway and towards the reception desk. There was Blanche.
"Hello Blanche. Aren't you going to come in and join us?
"A little later. I'm actually only a junior. But I've been on the planning committee for all of the weeks events."
"Well you've done an excellent job. The week has been phenomenal. But could you direct me to the men's room please."
"Staight down the hall behind me. Last door on your right." She replied.
Her tits begging him for attention. At least that's what her nipples indicated. York thanked her and went down the hallway. It was a single use bathroom. York went in an relieved himself. All of the stroking made him have to pee. He finished up and cleaned up. He opened the door and the his surprise Blanche was standing blocking his exit. She put one hand to her lips to tell him to be quiet and the other on his chest pushing him back into the bathroom. Blanche closed and locked the door behind her. York attempted to protest but then she pulled her top down and revealed her perfect gravity defying tits.
"I'd like to have that dance now Dr. York."
She said as she pressed herself against him. Her tits smashing into his chest. She grabbed his hands and wrapped it around her ass making York get handfuls of her ass. He pulled up her dress to get full access. He leaned down to kiss her deeply. She fumbled at his pants trying to unzip him. She freed his cock and stroked it as York found his way to her pussy and rubbed her clit.
"You are a delicious little thing!" York whispered in her ear. Rubbing her clit faster and harder.
She squealed in delight and squeezed his dick harder. York got her to orgasm quickly. She practically melted in his arms. Her body shaking and quivering. He picked her up. His arms under her knees and lowered her onto his rock hard cock. He fucked her fast and hard. She bounced up and down on his dick moaning and groaning in his ear.
"Ohhhh gooddddd Dr. York. You are amazing!! Ahhhhhh shit! Your cock is heaven!! Fuck me hard!! Please!!"
York pumped hard into her for the next ten minutes. But had to finish. They were both gone too long already.
"I'm going to cum!" He whispered.
Blanche hopped off of him and dropped to her knees. Swallowing all of his dick. He emptied his load down her throat. She sucked it all down. Licking her lips. She fixed her dress. Said thank you and just walked out of the bathroom. Leaving York to regain his composure. York made it back to his table. Food had been cleared and the band was playing. Some folks were dancing but most were milling around the room socializing. York found his cohort.
"Well I know what that look on your face means." Nicole teased him.
"What look!?" York replied with as innocent of a face as he could muster.
"The 'I've just had some pussy!' grin you got goin on!" Harley said. Smiling devilishly at him. That look she gave York said she wanted to suck his dick so she could taste the pussy he had just been in.
"I plead the fifth." York said flatly.
"Well we will get the truth out of you!" Cassidy said as she squeezed his arm.
"Dr. York see we're thinking of exploring the walking trails. Would you care to join us?" Daphne asked.
"Sounds like a great idea. Shall we ladies." He half bowed and gestured for them lead the way out of the room.
As York and the ladies passed the table with Blanche she called out.
"Thank you for the impromptu dance lesson Dr. York! Hope to see you in the fall!" She practically sang it out.
Nicole and Cassidy pinched his arms.
"Oww!"
"You're gonna pay for that mister!"
"Maybe we should invite her?" Harley suggested.
"No!" Was the resounding reply from the other girls. They were not in a sharing mood.
They all headed ouside for their walk. They saw a sign that read 'GOLF COURSE CLOSED DUE TO RESODDING. NO PLAYING ALLOWED'
York and his cohort saw this as a new walking route since anyone at the brunch would be taking the regular walking trails no one would be on the actual course.
"Well I say if there are 18 holes to visit then we make sure Dr. York has 18 opportunities to sink his ball into a hole 18 times. And don't forget the last nine are referred to as the 'back' nine." Harley declared.
"This may be the greatest round of golf ever played!" York said as his dick grew in his pants.
All the girls agreed. They decided they would wait till they were at the first putting green given that the tee off was right near the main building and in view of all the other guests. So they set off on their inaugural Dick Golf Tournament. They decided they would go two at a time. The first hole they kept simple. Blowjob. The first two were Nicole and Hunter. As soon as they got to the green the two girls dropped to their knees as York dropped his pants and they went back and forth sucking his dick. Daphne, Harley and Cassidy kept watch. With two mouths on his dick It didn't take York long to cum. Nicole took it all but shared with . Then it was a leisurely walk to the second green. Enough time for York to recover. Though there was a lot of ass grabbing along the way. York taking advantage of the lack of underwear and easy access with their dresses.
"We might be out here a while." York said. "I hope there's a food station at the turn back to the clubhouse."
Daphne and Harley were up on the second hole. They wanted York's cock in their pussies. They wanted to do it standing. He fucked Daphne first. Supported by Harley in front. York fucked her from behind. He pumped her for a few minutes and then Harley took her turn. Daphne went around behind York and fondled his balls to help him reach orgasm. Behind them Nicole rubbed Hunter to orgasm. Her moans echoing around them. Cassidy kept watch. York came in Harley's cunt. Daphne squeezing his balls to empty. On they walked. Arm in arm. Holding hands. Kissing. Caressing.
The third hole belonged to Cassidy since she was the last one left to get her first hole in. Cassidy displayed a surprising flexibility. She threw one leg on York's shoulder and he fucked her standing up while she did a standing split. All the other girls clapped in appreciation. York slammed her hips into him as he pumped her cunt. They almost toppled over when they both came at the same time but they other girls caught them. As they gathered themselves Harley took it upon herself to abandon all clothing. She carried her dress in one hand and her shoes in the other. She claimed she didn't want any tan lines. All the other girls decided that was a great idea. So York became the only clothed person in the group. On they walked. What a sight they were. Five beautiful coeds completely naked walking the golf course.
Hole four they decided was doggystyle. Each girl got on all fours and York made his way around the group. Pumping into each about ten times before moving on. Hunter was the winner of that round. York filling her pussy. Hole five was a modified version of four. Hunter got on all fours but she was there for support only since she won the previous round. Each girl lay on their back on Hunter as York stroked into them. Holding their legs apart to give him full access. When they weren't getting fucked they stuck their asses in Hunters face for additional stimulation. Harley won hole five. Begging York for all of his cum. Hole six they made York take off his clothes and he lay on the ground as each girl took a turn straddling his dick and bouncing up and down. Daphne was the winner. York squeezing her tits hard as he came in her pussy. Listening to the others girls masturbating to orgasm as well. Off they walked. Now the whole group was naked. Hole 7 they went back to oral. While York stood Nicole sucked his dick. Cassidy took one nut. Hunter the other. Harley took his ass. Daphne kissing him. He came in Nicole's mouth and shared with the other girls. Hole eight York did a standing 69 with Daphne. His face buried in her cunt. Hole nine York got in a seated position. Cassidy reversed cowgirled him while Hunter straddled his face. Then it was a long walk to ten.
At ten thankfull there was a vending machine with snacks and drinks. York had money in his suit so they were all able to replenish themselves.
"Back nine means I want it in back mine!"
Harley declared as she got on all fours and spread her ass cheeks to reveal her winking butt hole. York didn't waste any time. He slid into Harley's ass and fucked her hard. She growled at him for more. He obeyed and pumped her ass good. He came with a large grunt and filled her asshole.
"Next year we start on the back nine!" Harley declared happily.
Hole ten York fucked Nicole and Hunter in the ass. Each girl getting their pussy rubbed to bring them to climax as York fucked them. Just as York was about to cum in Hunter she reminded him of her gift so he quickly switched holes and came in pussy. Hole eleven was Cassidy and Daphne's turn. Nicole and Hunter returned the favor and made them cum as York fucked them. York managing to cum in both of their asses. He pulled out of Daphne's ass after a couple of spurts. One shot streamed between the two of them as he made his way to Cassidy's ass and finished his spurts in her ass. Hole twelve was anal doggystyle. Harley got on all fours and York mounted her. All the other girls took up positions. Nicole and Daphne slapping York's ass. Cassidy licking his butthole. Hunter under Harley licking her clit. Harley and York came together and collapsed onto the green.
Hole 13 and 14 was musical pussies. York lay on his back as each girl squatted in him. Each getting five up and downs each until York came. Hunter won hole 13 and Nicole won 14. Hole 15 they went back to anal. Harley couldn't get enough. Since it was her idea York let her win that hole. Hole 16 was the prone bone position. Each girl lay flat on their stomachs and York entered them from behind. They arched their backs slightly to give York more access. York moved across them pumping into each of them a few times before moving on to the next cunt. Cassidy won that hole. Hole 17 they had a bench to work with. York sat down and each girl took a turn squatting on his dick. Their strokes counted out so as not to monopolize his time. Daphne won. She ground her hips into him as he emptied his seed into her while he sucked her luscious tits. The girls saved the best position for the last hole. This they did on the tee and not on the green. Each girl got their stomachs but had their legs out like splayed frogs. This had their asses thrust into the air. York went from girl to girl each getting multiple strokes each in their ass and their cunt. Understandabley Nicole was the winner. York giving her a lot more time. He fucked her hard. The other girls lay near them fondling each other to orgasm. York rode Nicole's cunt deep and hard. Her beautiful soft round ass pressing into his stomach with each thrust. He came deep into her and collapsed. They all lay there on the 18 hole amazed they had made it all the way. And more amazing they didn't get caught. Dick golf was a success. They all got dressed and walked the last hole back to the club house.
Everyone was gone. Only a few staff were around. They all got in their respective cars and left without a word. They had not been this exhausted before. The long week finally catching up with them. They all went to sleep as soon as they got home. Sophia, Diane and Maddie once again not caring York was asleep. They were joined by Devin who came in quickly to get her cum shot and then had to leave. She would see them all tomorrow for graduation. The next morning they explained Dick Golf to Sophia, Maddie and Diane. They agreed it was the best way to play golf.
Everyone got ready for graduation. York pulled out his formal regalia. It wasn't the plain black robe. He has a dark blue velvet robe with a deep red trim. The girls wore the traditional plain black robes. When Daphne, Hunter, Nicole, Cassidy and Harley came out in their robes and mortar board hats York could not have been more proud.
"Let's see your outfits!" Diane begged.
All five girls giggled. Unzipping their robes to reveal naked flesh. None of them were wearing anything underneath. They all looked at York.
"I have clothes on. Sorry to disappoint. But we need to get going."
York of left in his own car and all the girls left in Diane's and Nicole's cars. The ceremony was at the big arena the basketball team played. York was part of the faculty procession. The ceremony went as usual. Speeches. Names called. Pictures taken. York left the soon after the ceremony to allow the girls time with their family and friends. He also needed the rest. He didn't have much rest this week. Hunter, Daphne and Devin would be leaving for good in the morning. He knew they would stop by for one more late night visit so he planned to get some sleep before then so as to be well rested for them. He would miss them.
Monday would be the official beginning of the summer and a new era for York. Nicole, Taylor and Cassidy were officially no longer his students. What would that mean. They along with Diane, Maddie and Sophia would be living next door. The future looked promising. | literotica |
Title: Character profile by Ricky_Dalton
Tags: Character Bio
Luke
Species: Pikachu
Height: 1'04"
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Bisexual
Luke has an easy going personality outside of fighting. When it comes to battles he tries his best to please his friend, Mark. He likes being with Mark. He's in love with Mark and slowly shows it.
Mark
Species: Raichu
Height: 2'07"
Gender: Male
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Mark has a hard working personality. When it comes to battles he tries his best. He loves hanging around with Luke. He is in love with Luke but hides that fact because he is scared of how Luke will react.
Max
Species: Floatzel
Height: 3'07"
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Max has a loving personality. He enjoys swimming and loves being in the water. He is in love with Cale and doesn't care if people know.
Cale
Species: Buizel
Height: 2'04"
Sexual Orientation: Gay
Cale is a loving person and has a caring personality. He enjoys being in the water. He loves Max but is shy when it comes to others seeing them together. | FSE |
Title: Maybe...
Tags: cock, knees, slave
Maybe.....
She was driving to see him, her bag of toys sitting in the car seat beside her. She never knew what the night had in store for her. However, she knew one thing...he would be inside her, deep inside her, more than once before the morning came.
The toys stimulated her imagination..knowing they were there..to be used on her. He was masterful with them, his insistence, his coaching, and his lust all fed her growing need and interest in all that might be possible.
What could be possible? What might happen?
Maybe she'd get there...walk in the house and find him waiting for her in the bedroom. Each corner of the bed would have a silk tie...long enough to entwine her limbs and secure her to the bed. His command would echo from the back of the house...Here! Now!
The sound of her high heels on the tile, coming down the hall, would make him hard. She knew what he would like, so before getting to the door of the bedroom she would peal of her sweater and skirt, leaving her only in thigh high stockings, high heels, and nothing else. Pausing at the door, she would wait to hear his voice...Now! Here! Face down!
Entering the room, she'd hear his breath catch as he looked at her from across the bed. Their eyes would meet, fiery and direct. She'd crawl across the bed on all fours, her ass shifting from side to side, until she was right in front of him, his naked cock large and red.
She'd look at him, waiting for permission to take him in her mouth. "Come closer", he would say. "Suck me now ...now! Her lips would reach for the tip of his cock, sucking so it would slide into her wet soft mouth. "More! Deeper! Suck it into your throat – all the way"
Opening her throat, she willing takes him deep..longing to satisfy her own need to have him inside her. She moans with her ache for him. The evening just beginning.
"On your back! Let me have those wrists"..........
Slowly she pulls her lips away from his full cock..sorry to be doing so, but excited to respond to his command, excited to be his slave.
She rolls back across her round cheeks, her knees in the air so he can catch a glimpse of her wet, slick pussy. She may be responding to his commands, but she knows exactly how to move to drive him crazy. He can hardly keep himself from throwing her back against the pillows and spreading her wide so he can dive into her with his cock..but wait he will, wanting to get her positioned so he can have complete control, just as she wants.
She finally lays back, spreading her legs as her hands reach down to gently pull at her lush pussy lips. She wants his mouth there, more than anything. His large hands reach out and grab her wrists. Taking one he pulls it over her head, her small breasts lifting with the tug. The other as well, gets tied securely to the bed, her breasts and mouth completely at his disposal, all of her in fact, as her hands are now captured in the silk ties, He leaves her legs free for now, knowing she won't kick or fight him. She wants him too much.
He wraps his large hands around her two wrists and slides them down her shapely arms, engulfing her breasts, squeezing them, His fingers find her brown, prominent nipples and he begins pulling on them, slowly at first, turning them as he pulls, Her nipples are highly sensitive...the button-like nubs love to be sucked and squeezed. Each caress sends currents of excitement right to her clit, He hears her moan with each touch of his tongue as his mouth surrounds her nipples one at a time. Can he make her wait? It doesn't feel like it. His full cock begins to ache to be inside her.
His face comes close to hers.."Kiss me hard", he says. Kissing him is a wild ride of lips and tongue, wet and full...licking and sucking at her, melding her lips and tongue into his own. There is a desperation in their kiss as they each can feel the building force of their desire...their need,
He straddles her then...sitting on her hips..his big cock pointing right at her face, He begins to touch himself. "I'm going to come all over your face", he said. "Would you like that?" Her small voice says, "Yes, Michael." | literotica |
Title: Brotherly Love Chapter 1 (Fixed) by backwolf11
Tags: Character Development, Kissing, M/M, Otter, Semi-Incest, Story Series, Wolf
Well here's my disclaimer thing. You must be 18 or older to read this. Even if you are 18 you may not want to but I hope you do any ways. This is one of my first stories that I like, and I hope you like it to. Enjoy Backwolf11. Also I had some one fix this up for you guys hope you like it more now that its fixed.
Brotherly Love
Chapter .1
It is was 7:30 when James, a young wolf looking seventeen, returned home from a friends house. He looked around to see the house empty.
"Where is everyone?" He queried as he looked around the house before ascending the stairs to his bedroom. "Well I guess mom and dad are still at their conference, but where is Zack?" He walked in to his room and took off his shirt. Hearing a sound he looked into the hall, but no one was there. "What on Earth was that?"
Going back in to his room he turned on the stereo, and sat on his bed. He looked at the clock to see that it almost 8, and since he was planning on watching a movie when he got home, he got up and went in to the hall way. Just then a young otter also about seventeen jumped out from along the wall and yelled "HI JAMES!!!"
"Ahhh! What the hell was that for!?" he asked, looking at the otter standing 5'7 with brown fur and icy blue eyes.
"Sorry I didn't think you would be so scared". laughing at the wolf which had, light gray fur and deep green eyes.
"Okay Zack now your going to get it!" he yelled running at the otter. He tryed to grab him but only getting his shirt but only for a second. Zack trying to get away runs down the hall into the TV room. James finally caght up to Zack in a corner of the room. When he raised his hand to hit him seeing his brother almost crying in fear. He puts his hand down walks over and sat down on the futon.
"Thanks for not hitting me James. How was your day?" He asked, looking at the wolf before sitting next to him on the futon.
"My day? Well it was ok I guess, but I didn't do much over Jades. Most of the time we just sat there watching TV. That's why I came home early." He grabbed the remote and turned the TV on. "Oh right, how was your day?"
Smiling "My day was pretty fun I went for a walk and then met up with some of my friends..." Zoning out Zack's boring story about his friends and how they had such an awesome day, James just sat and watched the TV waiting for his movie to come on. Then a rather annoying commercial came on the screen, so he looked at the wall to see a few pictures of him and his family.
"I just realized that I'm adopted," he said, looking at Zack with a surprised face.
"Mom and Dad told you this on you twelfth birthday James."
James was in faceted adopted when he was still a baby. Zack's mom and dad wanted some one Zack could grow up with they just didn't expect to leave the orphanage with a baby wolf.
"I know that, but I think it just hit me. Which means, I don't think this is wrong to do," James said as he leaned over and kissed Zack on the lips for a long passionate kiss.
Very surprised Zack resisted momentarily before giving in to the kiss. After a minute or so Zack broke off the kiss.
"What was that for? I thought we weren't going to do this any more."
"If you want me to stop I will." James stated, the dissapointment in his voice clear.
"I didn't say stop, or that I didn't want you to. I was just a bit surprised, that's all." he said, grabbing James and spinning him around on the futon so he landed on top of him.
"Oh, someone seems dominate today!" looking up at Zack.
"Shut up and kiss me smart ass!" he teased, kissing James for a few seconds to shut him up.
Holding the kiss while starting to take off Zack's shirt, he broke it only long enough to get his shirt over his head.
"So how do you want to do this?" James asked, looking to Zack with a mischievous glance.
"Well we should start by folding out the..." he began, suddenly stopped by his brother.
"Shhh, don't make every thing so dam, planed out!" James whispered, putting his finger to his brother's lips.
"Okay, but..."
"No buts. Just relax, okay."
Kissing Zack for a few seconds, before starting to unzip his pants. "Could you get up for a second? Its kind of hard to get undressed with some one on top of you."
"And here I was thinking you were trying to get me undressed" James said, getting up and finishing James' work by taking off his pants.
Unzipping, and taking off his own pants, Zack says softly, "Well if I did that, you would start to think you're special or something." Walking over to the futon, James folds it down to the bed.
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I bet you thought I was going to get to the sex in the first chapter didn't you, well not yet. To be honest I want to see if you guys like it before I post any more. Well even if you don't like it I may just post the next part for anyone who might like it after that. Well I hope you liked Chapter One of Brotherly Love. | FSE |
Title: 5 Years Later Ch. 02
Tags: hanna marin, mona vanderwaal, alison dilaurentis, spencer hastings, oral, strap-on, anal, foursome, television, pretty little liars
Disclaimer: I do not own Pretty Little Liars and have no association with anyone involved in the show. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
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"Spencer, hey." Mona greeted cheerily, "Come in and join the fun."
Spencer frowned in confusion and then blushed as Mona stepped aside to reveal her friend Alison was already inside Hanna's childhood bedroom. Hanna was there too, but that was hardly surprising. What was surprising was Alison being there, especially after the way she initially reacted to the development in the relationship between Hanna and Mona.
Then again Spencer hadn't been sure what to think at first either, and none of them had been jumping for joy, and yet now here she was, caught red-handed trying to get some advice, and as Spencer frantically tried to think of explanation for her presence Alison frowned, slowly got up and walked towards her. Oh crap!
"Oh... Alison, hey..." Spencer weakly began, desperately trying to think of something else to say but her mind failed her.
After Spencer trailed off Alison asked, "Spence, what are you doing here?"
"I, I... I..." Spencer stammered, before gulping, "Came to see Hanna! Yeah, I'm just here to see my friend. Maybe apologise for my behaviour yesterday. Because seriously Han, I'm sorry if I was a little hesitant, it's just... it's Mona! You know?"
"And we just want what's best for you." Alison added, then telling Spencer, "That's why I'm here too."
"Mona IS what's best for me." Hanna said without hesitation, "I love her."
"That's... great..." Spencer said hesitantly.
There was a long pause and then Mona asked, "Are you sure you weren't here for another reason?"
"Like what?" Spencer tried and failed to ask instantly, while Alison just frowned.
"Well, even after everything I've done, I got my best friend to want to be with me. To agree to marry me. Even to be my little Anal Princess." Mona grinned wickedly, "Maybe you want advice on how to do the same with your best friend."
"I don't want that with her." Spencer immediately protested, motioning to Ali.
"I said your best friend, didn't I?" Mona grinned wickedly, "And we all know for you that's Aria, just like its Emily for Ali. Your OTPs."
"Hey, I don't need anyone's help." Alison folded her arms, before smugly boasting, "If I want Emily, I can have her like that."
"Then why don't you?" Mona asked.
Another brief pause and then Alison admitted, "I'm not sure I deserve her after everything I've done."
"I've done worse, and look at me?" Mona pointed out, "I know you don't want to admit it, but if you want someone, anyone to tell you to go for it, me and Han will be happy to do it. I don't think that's the only reason you're here, but for now let's concentrate on Spencer, who I don't hear denying what she knows to be the truth."
For a few seconds Spencer tried to do just that, before sighing, "Fine! You're right. It's just... Hanna always seemed to be 100% straight, just like Aria. So... what changed?"
"That's the thing Spence, nothing really changed." Mona explained, "I'd like to take credit for turning out Hanna, but that would have been impossible if she really was 100% straight. But she wasn't. Were you Han?"
"No." Hanna happily confirmed, before admitting, "I'm not 100% gay either. I like men, and I was even in love with Caleb, but I prefer women. There are just so many upsides, you know? Not that it really matters, because I'm so devoted to Mona I don't want to imagine myself with anyone else."
There was a brief pause, then Spencer frowned, "So you're what, 75-two5 gay?"
Hanna smiled softly, "It's not a maths question Spence."
"Luckily for you." Alison quipped, some of her old mean girl self slipping out.
Which caused Hanna to glare at the other blonde and quip, "Bitch says what?"
Of course Alison was too smart to fall for that and simply glared back before changing the subject, "I think what Spencer is trying to say is, that she has a shot with Aria, and we all know she does, so can we get back to my thing?"
"Wait, I do?" Spencer questioned.
"Of course you do." Hanna smiled softly, "Just tell her the truth."
"I know that seems absurd, but it worked for me. And I'm, me." Mona pointed out, "What have you got to lose?"
"Aria! I could lose Aria." Spencer pointed out the obvious.
"Haven't you lost her already?" Hanna pointed out, "We've barely seen each other the last 5 years."
"Actually no." Spencer admitted, "Em might have been travelling around the world, and you two might have been doing God knows what, but for me, Aria has always been a short two hour train ride away, allowing us to meet up for lunch dates all the time. We just didn't want to admit that to make you think we were leaving the rest of you out, and... why are you staring at me like that?"
"It's just-" Hanna began softly, before again being rudely interrupted by the blonde.
"Wow, and Mona was mocking me for practically dating Emily already." Alison scoffed
"You're Skyping every day. You practically are." Mona quipped.
"I don't see her every day." Alison argued, "Just every other day."
"It doesn't matter, because I've never fucked a girl before." Spencer admitted out of frustration, and then when Ali gave her a look she admitted with a blush, "What? That? That was more, lying back and letting the other girl do all the work. But Aria is a bottom, I can feel it in my bones, so even if Aria said yes, I wouldn't know how to give her what she needs."
"Now, that's where we can really help you." Mona grinned.
"What, are you going to let me practice on Hanna?" Spencer scoffed as a joke, and then when nobody laughed she went pale, "Wait, what?"
"Don't worry Spence, you're not going to practice on Hanna tonight." Alison told her friend, before revealing, "Cause I've got dibs."
"What?" Spencer repeated in disbelief.
"Hey, don't fight." Hanna scolded, "There's plenty of me to go around."
"Seriously, what's going on?" Spencer exclaimed in annoyance.
"Me and Ali are going to gang bang Hanna tonight." Mona said as simply as if she was talking about the weather, "And you can join us, if you want."
Spencer just stood there in disbelief for a few long seconds, before turning to Hanna and mumbling, "Seriously?"
Hanna blushed, then admitted, "It's... it's always been a fantasy of mine. And well, I'd prefer to do it with people I know."
"What's wrong Spencer? Are you more of a bottom?" Ali teased.
"You don't have too, if you want too." Hanna quickly clarified, "I just... I always thought you were cute. And if I can help you in some small way to find the happiness I've found with Mona by giving you the skill and confidence to go after Aria, isn't it worth it?"
"And?" Mona pushed knowingly.
"And..." Hanna blushed, before admitting, "I just love the thought of getting my slutty ass fucked by multiple women. And DP'ed. Oh God, I wanna get DP'ed so bad. And to be made air tight? To have every single fuck hole on my body, filled with strap-on cock? My pussy, mouth and ass all fucked at the same time by three dominant women? Mmmmm, I can't imagine anything better."
"And?" Alison pushed with a wicked smile on her face.
"And I'd love to eat your pussy." Hanna admitted, slightly more confidently now, especially as she turned to her other friend, "And yours Ali! Mmmmm, I wanna bury my face deep in your cunt and lick you until you cum in my mouth and all over my face. In fact, why don't we do that right now? Then Spencer can either stay and watch, and just watch, or leave, or maybe... maybe she can stay and let me have a turn with her pussy?"
"Sounds good to me." Alison grinned.
"Yes, I think that's a wonderful idea." Mona beamed happily, "Han, take off your clothes and get down on your knees in front of Ali. Ali, why don't you put the rest of us in the mood with a little striptease? Oh don't give me that look, it's only fair if I'm giving you the chance to use my girlfriend's pretty little mouth for your pleasure."
For a few long seconds there was deafening silence, then Hanna cautiously got out of her clothes and then dropped down onto her knees in front of Alison, causing the glare on Alison's face to turn into a smirk. Then Alison suddenly started taking off her clothes, which should have been Spencer's cue to leave.
After all, she came here for some advice, and she got nothing that she couldn't find in a fortune cookie. And these were her friends! Her best friends since childhood, and Mona, so obviously she couldn't stay and watch them have sex, and she certainly couldn't join in. Yet for some reason she couldn't move, her body betraying her and causing her to see Alison DiLaurentis in all her glory.
Of course growing up Spencer had seen Alison naked before, but that was only a few glances when they were much younger, and Alison's body had changed dramatically over the past 5 years, and changed for the better in Spencer's opinion. Alison was always stunning, but before she had been painfully skinny, first as a result of wanting to be the prettiest girl in school, then from being on the run and barely eating right.
Now she looked a lot healthier and had filled out in all the right places, which Alison happily showed off during her little striptease, sometimes even giving Spencer a wink, although she mostly focused on Hanna. And in turn Hanna gave her all her attention, eagerly watching her prize being unwrapped in front of her, and then going for it, only to be stopped at the last second.
"Ah, ah, ah..." Alison said, firmly grabbing Hanna's head as she tried diving forwards, "You need to earn the privilege first. Mmmmm yeahhhhh, you need to earn the privilege of eating my pussy by kissing my feet and begging me for it!"
"Yes Alison." Hanna whimpered, quickly diving down and pressing her lips to Alison's feet and then murmuring, "Please Ali, let me lick you. Let me lick you like I lick Mona. Please? She loves it, and I'm sure you will too. Please allow me the privilege of eating your pussy. I want it so bad. Please Ali, give me your cunt. Let me lick it for you and make you cum."
In between each sentence Hanna pressed a kiss to Alison's feet, and as the seconds ticked by she didn't even wait for that. Which God knows Spencer shouldn't have found erotic, especially given the awful things Alison had done to her when they were younger, and yet to her shame she did.
What was even worse was that she wanted to be in Alison's position and have Hanna kissing her feet. Or better yet Aria. Oh yes, she wanted to have her childhood friends kiss her feet and beg her to eat her pussy. For the privilege of eating her pussy! That's what Alison called it, and Spencer loved the idea of calling it that.
Hanna could remember metaphorically grovelling at Alison's feet, and she got a lot of twisted enjoyment out of literally doing it now. It was actually a first for her, which was extremely rare given how Mona had introduced her to so many wicked and wonderful things, and it made her feel so humiliated and submissive, so of course she loved it.
Luckily she suspected she would be doing this a lot more often, or at least once more, given the way that Mona was watching them. And when she did Hanna would beg for the privilege of sucking each one of Mona's toes, slide her lips all over those feet, and any other thing she could think of to prove her devotion to her true top. Whereas for now Ali seemed perfectly content with Hanna just kissing the tops of her feet.
Which seemed to last an eternity, until finally Alison ordered, "I suppose that will do... Hanna, kiss your way up my legs. Do it nice and slowly so I know just how badly you want my cunt."
"Yes Ali." Hanna whimpered softly just before doing as she was told.
It was hard to tell whether Ali wanted her to reply or not, so Hanna kept it brief, and it didn't seemed she was punished for it. At least at first. Then once she had kissed all the way to Ali's pussy and still hadn't got permission to lick her friend's pussy Hanna wondered if she was being denied.
She tried staring up at Alison, but the other blonde was clearly preoccupied with the reactions of Mona, and particularly Spencer. So just to be sure Hanna kissed her way down the other leg and back up it, repeating the process and then kissing the area outside of Alison's pussy, making it clear she was waiting for permission.
Permission which Alison eventually gave her, "Good, now lick me! Lick my pussy in front of your precious girlfriend, mmmmm, and our friend, oh yes, like a good little slut. Do it! Lick my fucking cunt you little whore, ohhhhhhh yessssssss, ooooooooh Hanna, aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuck! Eat my pussy you dyke whore! Yessssssss, that's it, yesssssssss, oh fuck! Fuck! Oh Hanna, you wonderful little whore! Oh lick me, lick my cunt, ah fuck! Ohhhhhh fuckkkkkkk, you're so gay for that pussy Hanna! Ohhhhhhhh, no wonder your precious little Mona can't get enough of you. Ooooooooohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhh, eat me, eat my pussy, oh fuck!"
This time Hanna took the risk of not replying, partly because Alison wasn't giving her much of a chance to get a word in edgeways, but mostly because she just didn't have the patience to wait for an opening. Not after already being denied twice before, and technically for years before that.
Oh yes, ever since Mona had helped Hanna discover her true purpose in life as a pussy addicted lesbian bottom she had found herself dreaming of an alternative universe where Ali had made Hanna her bitch. She couldn't ever imagine being Alison's girlfriend, and she wouldn't trade being Mona's little Princess for anything, but the idea of being Ali's bitch was incredibly hot.
Just when she couldn't imagine wanting to be living in that alternative universe more Hanna pressed her tongue against the bottom of Alison's pussy and slowly slid it all the way up to the top, finally fulfilling her desire to lick Ali's cunt. Only, no. One lick wasn't nearly enough.
She of course did it over and over again, because that was her true fantasy, and once she started Hanna didn't ever want to stop, because her incredibly sexy childhood friend tasted so good. The second her flavour hit her taste-buds Hanna pretty much lost the ability to think coherently, which was just the way she felt during her first time eating pussy. Mona's pussy! Oh yes, the pussy of Alison DiLaurentis was second only to that of Mona Vanderwaal. Just like Hanna had imagined it would be.
Alison had imagined this too, although Hanna was much, much better when she imagined she would be. Clearly Mona was an excellent teacher. Or maybe Hanna was just a natural pussy whore. Perhaps a combination of both? That certainly seem to be the case, the night was young yet, and Alison would be lying if she claimed she didn't love the idea of exposing Mona as a wannabe once and for all.
Maybe even have Mona eating her cunt. Maybe Spencer too. Then she could take their anal cherries, breaking them completely, meaning that she would have three little sluts to play with instead of just 1. But for better or for worse, that didn't seem very likely.
Both Mona and Spencer were far too preoccupied with staring at Hanna with a look on their faces which said they wished Hanna was between their legs, not that they were in her place. Alison knew the difference, and while it was a little disappointing the truth was she had missed having like-minded minions at her beck and call, and it seemed almost as enjoyable to turn Mona and Spencer into that so they could give Hanna the kind of treatment she needed.
Especially if that might mean they could do the same to Aria, and particularly Emily. Oh yes, the more she thought about it the more Alison found herself actually preferring that idea.
She could picture it is clear as day, Emily on her knees in front of her, completely naked or maybe just wearing a collar with the words 'Property of Alison DiLaurentis' or simply 'Alison's Bitch' on the nametag, staring lovingly at her for instructions.
Alison would take a few long seconds just to enjoy that sight, and then a few more for her to lick her pussy, which Emily would do like the good little lesbian slut she was, Mona and Spencer watching with the same looks on their faces that they had right now. Hanna would be there too, obviously, only she would be jealous of Emily, having known just how good Alison tasted. Maybe Aria would be there too, with the same jealous look as Hanna.
After that Alison would strap on a big cock and fuck Emily in all her holes in front of their friends, but especially in the ass so there could be no doubt that Emily was her bitch. Then she would share her. Or maybe before that, forcing Emily to crawl back and forth between herself, Mona and Spencer so the slutty little lesbian got to taste three pussies instead of one.
Maybe let her go down on Hanna and Aria too. Either way with the help of Spencer and Mona she could make Emily airtight, a cock in each one of her fuck holes, the two alleged tops taking it in turns with Emily's mouth and butt before Alison showed them how to properly pound a booty.
Alison was lost in that beautiful dreamworld for quite a while, then she realised she was a bit too close to cumming, which she took out on Hanna, "Not so fast you dumb bitch! I'm not ready to cum yet! God Mona, what's up with your bitch? Is she always this naughty? Do you need a real top to discipline her?"
"My little Princess is as good as gold." Mona frowned, before grinning, "Well, mostly. Sometimes she likes to give me an excuse to spank her. Not that I need one. Mmmmm, and I just love making those fat ass cheeks of hers jiggle for me. But she's normally pretty good at interpreting when I'm ready to cum. Are you sure you're not the one who's getting carried away?"
"No!" Alison protested, before admitting, "I just started thinking about Emily and-"
"Well that's the problem. No wonder Hanna thought you were ready to cum." Mona chuckled, "I know what imagining my sweet Hanna munching my muffin does to me without a talented little tongue lapping away at my twat, so don't worry Ali. There's no shame in it. I'm sure it would be exactly the same for Spencer if she was in your position right now, right Spence?"
"What?" Spencer blushed, who had been too lost in what Hanna was doing to pay attention to the conversation.
"Exactly." Mona smirked proudly.
"Whatever." Alison dismissed, "As long as your bitch doesn't make me cum without permission, were all good."
"She won't." Mona promised.
Spencer opened her mouth to ask for a turn, but she just couldn't get the word out. It was so wrong to even think of it, and she was blushing with shame and embarrassment, but Hanna just looked so good on her knees with her head in between Alison's legs, and Ali was constantly moaning, groaning and whimpering with pleasure throughout the pussy licking, especially when she was obviously off in dreamland.
For a while she obviously made an effort to try and hide just how good Hanna was doing at eating her pussy, but Hanna wouldn't be denied, making Spencer ache to receive the same treatment. Treatment which she hadn't received in a good long while.
Toby had tried, but he had never been any good at it, and it wasn't until college that Spencer had received some truly amazing head, which of course had been from another girl. She tried to tell herself that it was only a coincidence that it had been a short brunette, but the entire time she had imagined it was Aria, and that was what really had gotten her off.
Ever since then that fantasy had been a lot more vivid, to the point where Spencer had been extremely nervous about seeing her old friend again, because she didn't want to make a fool of herself and ruin their friendship, but she wasn't sure she could avoid making a move on her. That was why she was here, for a confidence boost to be sure she could be that it wouldn't be a failure.
But that was just supposed to be some advice from a master manipulator, not practising on one of her oldest friends, an idea which should have had Spencer running for the door. Instead she found there was nowhere else she'd rather be.
Okay, so far just watching wasn't doing much to help, and it also made her feel guilty because it was two of her oldest friends having sex in front of her and she was getting off to it, but it was just so hot, and it made her fantasy about Aria that much more vivid, to the point where Spencer swore that she could look down and see her friend on her knees before her and eagerly lapping away at her cunt.
Honestly Spencer wasn't sure when she slid her hand into her panties, but she definitely knew the moment she forgot about her modesty as she tore off her clothes, because it made Mona and Alison look over at her and smirk, which in turn made Spencer blushed, but it didn't stop her from immediately getting back to rubbing herself. It had been obvious what she'd been doing before anyway, and she didn't want to ruin her close, which she was seconds away from doing.
Shortly after that Alison gave Hanna the permission she had obviously been waiting for, meaning the others were distracted enough that Spencer could push a couple of fingers into her pussy. More importantly she had just wanted to cum so bad, and it didn't take much at that stage to achieve that overwhelming desire.
Alison was amused by Spencer taking off her clothes, but not as much as she was aroused by it, especially as Mona had done the same along the way, meaning that she was now surrounded by beautiful naked women, most notably the one in between her legs and licking her pussy.
Hanna had done a good job of slowing down the pace of the licking, and making sure she only occasionally grazed Alison's clit instead of attacking it with every stroke like she had at one stage, which was enough to keep the dominant blonde on a wonderful high for quite some time.
However inevitably the urge for more took over, and as Hanna was obviously still waiting for permission to make her cum, Alison had no choice but to give it to her. She just had to make sure it sounded like a command, and not begging.
Although Alison wasn't sure how well she succeeded, "More! Mmmmm, give me more! Oooooooh fuck! Yes, that's better. Mmmmm shit, no! No, don't make me cum you stupid whore. Just ohhhhhhhhh yesssssssss, that's it, lick my clit just like that! Just like that, mmmmm, oh Hanna, oh fuck, oooooooohhhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!"
Thankfully it didn't take much encouragement, or noticeably instructions, for Alison to get what she wanted. Which shouldn't really have been a surprise, Hanna had more than prove herself a total lesbo whore, Hanna had been expertly trained by Mona to eat pussy.
Alison might even have to complement Mona on her bitch training ability, and if Mona was even half decent at fucking bottoms it will almost certainly prove that Alison had been wrong about her. She was a real top. Maybe she would even tell her that. But later. Much later. Now Alison had to use all her strength to avoid ordering Hanna to make her cum, which was becoming increasingly difficult as the seconds ticked by and Hanna continued to obediently give her more.
Especially when Hanna started lingering her tongue on her clit, just a little at first at the end of every lick, but that gradually increased until she was just concentrating on licking Alison's clit, making the dominant blonde weak at the knees. Which was a big problem, considering she was somehow still standing, despite Hanna's best efforts.
Although Alison had never been closer to falling on her ass than when Hanna wrapped her mouth around her clit and began gently sucking it. If she could have told Hanna to make her cum at that moment she would have, but Alison was just feeling a little too overwhelmed for a few long minutes.
Then Hanna's mouth moved down to her entrance, although her tongue only teased her, giving Alison the strength to screech, "Make me cum! Make me fucking cum you little bitch! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk yessssssssss, oooooooh, tongue fuck me and make me cum in your hot little mouth, ohhhhhhhhh Gooooooodddddddd yeahhhhhhhhhhh, fuck me! Fuck me Han! I want your tongue inside me! Ohhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhh, I want your tongue inside my cunt! Oh Hanna! Oh fuck! Please Hanna, fuck me, ohhhhhhhh shit, I need you to tongue fuck me! Oh God, make me cum make me cum make me cum Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oooooooohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Which almost certainly came off as begging, but Alison was too far gone to truly care. Especially considering that once again it didn't take much talking to get what she wanted, Hanna just waiting for an excuse to slam her tongue as deep as it would go into Alison's cunt and eagerly swallow her reward like the little lesbian slut she was.
Which continued to be the case as Hanna tongue fucked Alison through orgasm after orgasm, the HBIC becoming completely overwhelmed by pleasure until she couldn't even think coherently. Just before that happened she had to begrudgingly admit Mona was one hell of a top, or at least was incredibly lucky to have gotten together with a naturally submissive cunt craving whore like Hanna Marin.
"That's it Han, make that bitch cum!" Mona happily encouraged her girl, "Mmmmm, that's so hot! I never thought I'd love to see you munching another girl's muffin, but I do. Yes, I love watching you make Alison cum hard! Mmmmm, so hard she can never look down on us again. Just think about all those times she was mean to you. Mean to me. To us and everyone around us. And now you're making her cum like a lesbian slut. Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhh, mmmmm, show the mighty Alison DiLaurentis she's not the only lesbian slut here. Yeah, show her you're both total dyke whores! Yessssssss, that's my girl! Oh Hanna, I'm so proud of you."
Hanna's heart fluttered and she smiled widely whenever Mona gave her encouragement, and this time was no different, even though she only heard about half of it as she was so consumed with the two most important things in her life right now, swallowing Alison's girl cum, and getting more of it. Which was easy now the floodgates had been rammed open.
Oh yes, all Hanna had to do was slam her tongue inside of Alison's pussy and thrust it in and out for a little bit before she got yet another mouthful of creamy goodness. Normally she didn't even have to do it for that long, although truth be told the longer Hanna managed to tongue fuck her childhood friend/high school bully the more satisfying it was.
After she started making Ali cum Mona's words may have been affecting her more subconsciously, but she did think about how Alison used to torture them all, especially her, giving her the nickname Hefty Hanna and making comments and jokes which haunted her day and night and left her crying in most of her private moments. And now?
Now she was deemed worthy to go down on THE Alison DiLaurentis. Alison was giving Hanna her cum, and Hanna was swallowing it down like the well-trained pussy pleaser she now was, expertly removing her tongue just in time to catch the majority of it and then slamming her tongue back inside as soon as she collected any leftover cum available.
Of course Mona loved to cover Hanna's face in her cum, and while this wouldn't be quite the same because no matter what Alison said or did Hanna was always meant to belong to Mona. However just because it wouldn't be marking her as property of Mona Vanderwaal, being marked as a lesbian slut was almost just as good.
So Hanna allowed some of Alison's cum to escape out onto her face, and even directly rubbed her face into Alison's pussy. Which thankfully inspired Alison to grab hold of her head and started grinding her cunt into Hanna's face, smothering her with her favourite taste and smell, which was almost as good as Mona's.
Just like with Mona that face fucking continued until Hanna thought she was going to pass out, which as a bottom she should have been happy to do, but she was selfishly aching for some attention to her needy fuck holes. Thankfully Alison pulled her face out of her cunt before that could happen, and then leaned down to roughly kiss her, tasting herself on her lips, again just like Mona.
Except this wasn't Mona. This was a friend who loved her, but wasn't in love with her, the difference being very clear a few seconds later when Alison broke the kiss and pushed Hanna's face to the side where she found Mona's lips waiting for her.
They went back and forth like that for a little while, before Alison straightened up and asked, "So Han, you said something about strap-on fun?"
Hanna broke the kiss and then looked at Mona hopefully, who laughed again before giving her the permission she wanted, "It's okay baby, Ali's right. It's strap-on time. So go get them for as like a good little sub, and we'll let you suck them first."
"And make sure to get three." Alison eagerly added, before turning to Spencer, "Don't worry Spence, you don't have to join in. But it will be nice to have the option. If you wanna."
"Thanks Ali." Spencer blushed, her fingers still covered in her own cum.
Mona's heart fluttered as Hanna crawled along the ground to retrieve those three strap-ons like the well-trained bitch she was. Then when she returned it was Mona who she first helped equip with a dildo, even giving it a little sucking before Alison cleared her throat, making it very clear she was more than ready for her turn.
Happy to oblige Hanna turned to her friend, who moved to stand right next to Mona to make it easier on the submissive blonde, Spencer doing the same so Hanna could repeat what she had done with Mona to her friends. Although she didn't really start sucking cock again until she was surrounded by them, Hanna grinning wickedly like a kid in a candy store as she began to rub them as if they were real while taking it in turns to take them into her mouth.
At first Hanna mostly concentrated on the cocks of Mona and Alison, which was more than understandable given Spencer's hesitance to join in. But then in a move which really impressed Mona, and probably Alison even if she was reluctant to show it, Spencer pushed Hanna's hand away and then rubbed her fingers which were coated in her own cum over her strap-on.
Which was certainly enough to impress Hanna, who grinned up at her friend before eagerly taking that dildo deep into her mouth, moaning as she tasted Spencer's cum in the process. Shortly after that she started deep throating the cocks so they were nice and ready for her slutty little fuck holes.
Then Alison suddenly called out, "Dibs on her ass."
"Typical." Mona chuckled.
"What? I like ass." Alison shrugged, "Besides, you broke it in, so I don't know what you're complaining about."
"I'm not." Mona admitted, "Actually I was going to offer it to you, until you butted in. But you have to share."
"Awww." Alison pouted, and then when Mona gave her a look she grumbled, "Fine, you can have her when I'm done with her."
"Oh I will, then I'll show you guys what butt fucking is really all about." Mona boasted, "But to start off with, I thought Hanna can sit on my lap with my cock in her cunt and you could take her butt hole. Then, after my girl has got used to being DP'ed, you can let Spencer have a turn with her ass, then you can shove your cock in her mouth so she's air tight. That sound good to you?"
"Yeah, but what if Spencer isn't up for it?" Alison asked.
"Then you get that ass all to yourself." Mona grinned, "Well, at least until you run out of steam and I have to take over."
"Yay!" Alison grinned, ignoring the jab.
"No, please Spencer, please make me air tight." Hanna took the latest cock out of her mouth and pleaded, "I want all three of you to fuck my ass."
"I'm sure she'll try sweetie." Mona consoled as she positioned herself in the centre of the bed, "Now be a good girl and stop your whining, and get on this cock, or no triple fucking for you."
Which of course was all that needed to be said to make Hanna shut up in favour of quickly and eagerly crawling onto the bed and then onto Mona's lap, causing Mona and Ali to giggle with delight. Then the giggling was forgotten as Hanna lined up her often neglected pussy with the head of Mona's cock and then began pushing downwards, crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure as she penetrated herself.
The fact that then Hanna continued crying out in pain and pleasure proved just how underused her pussy had been, Mona silently promising herself to do better in the future at sharing the wealth. Although that's exactly what they were about to do, for better or for worse.
It had been a fantasy for a very long time to share Hanna in this way, but as her girl finished the pussy penetration and started bouncing up and down on her lap Mona had a brief moment of hesitance, especially when sharing her favourite hole with a girl she used to hate so much.
She even considered denying Ali at the last minute, either entirely or switching holes and forcing the other tops just to take Hanna's other holes. But no, Mona knew just how much Hanna wanted this, and she couldn't deny her little Princess anything. Besides, Mona also wanted this, and it would be nice to make peace once and for all with Allison and Spencer, and what better way than to share her little slut?
Of course while Alison enjoyed watching Hanna ride Mona's dick it was not long before she knelt down behind her friend and ordered, "Han, slow down and let me get into that ass. Mmmmm yeahhhhh, let me get into that slutty little butt hole of yours, so me and Mona can double stuff you."
"Oh yes, double stuff me! Mmmmm, double stuff my slutty little holes!" Hanna moaned eagerly, "Fuck my ass Ali! Fuck it as Mona stuffs my pussy."
"Oh I will." Alison grinned, "Just spread your cheeks first. Mmmmm yes, show me that pretty little ass hole."
"No, let me." Mona insisted, reaching behind Hanna and grabbing two big handfuls of butt before slowly pulling them apart.
"Works for me." Alison said lustfully.
Alison then smirked at the sight of Mona spreading Hanna's ass cheeks, presenting her with that cute little anal ring stretching around a butt-plug. It was tempting to yank out that plug immediately and slam every inch of her strap-on inside it, which she had no doubt Hanna could take without much difficulty.
However this was her first time taking Hanna's big juicy ass, and naturally Alison wanted to savour it, and tease her friend a little bit. So instead she chose to grab the plug and started to push it back and forth, sometimes far enough to pull it out, and other times just far enough to make Hanna's butt hole stretch around the widest part of the plug before pushing it back in.
Which of course had Hanna begging shamelessly, "Come on Ali, fuck me! Fuck my ass! Please? Please stop teasing me and fuck my slutty little ass already! Mmmmm yeahhhhh, fuck my ass while Mona fucks my pussy. Please? Double stuff me, I want to be double stuffed, mmmmm, double stuff my fucking fuck holes! Ohhhhhh yessssss, mmmmm, I want all my holes filled! YES! Oh fuck yesssssss, that's it, OH FUCK!"
That outburst made the dominant blonde giggle wickedly, and tease her friend even more, before she finally gave the submissive blonde what she wanted, namely a big cock up her ass. Alison continued teasing Hanna while doing it, although she also did that for her friend's welfare, because shameless ass whore she may be, but going slow would minimise the pain and maximise the pleasure.
Well, it would maximise the pleasure for them both, as Alison love to savour every moment of butt fucking a bottom, regardless of whether it was the first time or not. That this was a first time, and her childhood friend no less, was going to make this all the sweeter. As was the fact that Hanna proved herself a total ass whore by moaning in pure pleasure just from Alison's cock penetrating her ass hole.
"Fuck!" Alison groaned, partly from the sight of Hanna's butt swallowing the head of her cock, but mostly from the sound this caused her friend to let out, "Did you just moan? Really? From that? Fuck, what a complete and utter anal whore! God, Mona's soooooo lucky!"
"Damn right I am." Mona grinned triumphantly as she gently stroked Hanna's butt cheeks lovingly, "I'm the luckiest girl in the whole wide world! Mmmmm, soooooo lucky to have a complete and utter anal whore as a girlfriend. Oh God Hanna, I'm so lucky to have you."
"I'm the lucky one." Hanna beamed, before kissing her girlfriend.
Briefly Alison watched this kiss, wishing she had someone that devoted to her, and knowing exactly who she wanted it to be. More than ever before she was more concerned with what she was doing, namely stuffing Hanna's whore butt with every single inch of her cock.
Thanks to Mona continuing to spread those cheeks Alison got the perfect view of the obscene violation, Spencer moving closer so she too could enjoy it. And even though she was busy kissing her girlfriend Hanna spent the entire time moaning into Mona's mouth as her forbidden hole was stuffed with strap-on, only breaking that kiss to cry out with joy once Alison's thighs came to rest against her butt cheeks, announcing every single inch of the dildo was buried deep within Hanna's bowels.
Then before she'd even finished crying out with joy Hanna started begging, "Fuck me! Oh fuck, drill my slutty little ass hole! Mmmmm, pound it good. Butt fuck me like the ass whore I am Ali! Ass fuck me and oooooooooh yesssssssss, fuck me, ohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkk!"
While Alison normally liked to listen to her bottoms beg for quite a while she didn't even really hear Hanna. No, she was just savouring the moment of having her dick completely buried inside the meaty butt of her childhood friend before officially beginning to sodomise her. Or maybe those first few words Hanna managed to get out enough to motivate her to start pumping in and out of that perfect little fuck hole.
Either way soon Alison started pumping her hips back and forth, causing the strap-on to slide in and out of Hanna's back hole and officially begin the butt fucking, which again got a very positive reaction out of Hanna, even if it was only incoherent sounds of joy.
Spencer was way too preoccupied with watching Alison's dick sliding in and out of Hanna's butt hole to really pay attention to the sounds her friend was making, and she suspected it was the same for Alison. Or maybe she was just giving Alison too much credit, and the bitch just chose to hog Hanna's ass all to herself for the next few long minutes.
Either way by the time Spencer realised how long she had been staring Alison had more than had her fair share of Hanna's perfect little ass, and she wasn't content with just watching any more. No, she needed a piece of that ass, and she was going to get it, even if she had to shove Alison out of the way to do it.
"My turn." Spencer suddenly growled.
There was a brief moment where Alison looked like she was going to protest as she turned to look at her friend, but instead she suddenly pulled her dick out of the other blonde's ass, much to Hanna's displeasure, and with a shrug told Spencer, "Okay."
"Really?" Spencer frowned in disbelief, "Just like that?"
"Why not?" Alison questioned, "That ass is for us to share tonight, mmmmm, and there's plenty of it, isn't that right Mona?"
"Yeahhhhhh, my Hanna has a big and slutty ass, so there's more than enough for everyone." Mona giggled, squeezing the cheeks she was still spreading to emphasise her point, "Come on Spence, use that fuck hole she calls an ass hole. It belongs to you and Ali just as much as me right now, so go ahead and use it for your pleasure."
"Oh God yes, use me Spence!" Hanna moaned shamelessly, "Use my butt! Use it like the fuck hole it is! Ooooooohhhhhhhh fuck yeah, fuck me Spencer, mmmmm, fuck my ass. oh fuck!"
Not needing to be told twice Spencer quickly got into position, replacing Ali behind Hanna and pressing the tip of her cock against her friend's butt hole, which was already gaping after the skilled fucking Alison had given it. Then Spencer actually paused, because even though she didn't need to be told twice, she quite liked to be, at least in this case, as the words she was receiving were wonderfully wicked.
Although it wasn't actually that long before she pushed forwards, anally penetrating Hanna and stuffing her rectum full of dick much faster than Alison had. Which again got only positive sounds out of Hanna, and Spencer's strap-on slid into her best friend's bottom like a hot knife through butter, once again proving what an anal whore Hanna really was.
If she hadn't been so overwhelmed with lust Spencer would have probably teased Hanna about that, and for all Spencer knew Alison and/or Mona had done that, as at the moment the whole world fell away and there was nothing but the big juicy butt in front of her, and the dildo strapped around her waist which she was now pumping in and out of that tight little forbidden hole.
Her cock! While psychologists might have a lot to say about that in this wonderful moment it truly felt like part of her, to the point where Spencer swore she could feel just how wonderfully tight Hanna's ass was. Although it was probably good that wasn't the case, because of it was she would have cum, deflating her dick and bringing an end to this heaven, which just wasn't acceptable. No, Spencer wanted to do this forever.
While Spencer hadn't necessarily thought about using a strap-on before nothing felt more natural to her then using it now, especially on Hanna's ass hole. It was obscene, as Spencer felt like she was born for this. Born to top other women by fucking them up the ass. And surely, there could be nothing more dominant than fucking a girl up the butt.
And oh, Spencer desperately wanted to do this to Aria. She wanted that more than anything. Aria had such a perfect little bubble butt, much like Hanna's actually, which made it easy to replace one with the other, Spencer becoming so lost in that particular fantasy that she almost didn't notice when things got even more perverted.
Hanna hadn't thought there could be anything better than having Mona inside her ass. Her girlfriend was just such a skilled butt buster just the thought of the pleasure she could make her feel would make her quiver, and that was including how hard she could make Hanna cum by shoving a nice big toy up her butt.
Although if it had been anything, it would have been this, and sure enough taking a cock in her pussy at the same time she was taking one in her ass might just be better. Especially as she got to stare lovingly at Mona the entire time, while two of her best friends ever shared her slutty little ass hole like the fuck hole it was. And yet, there might just be a way this could be even better.
"Give me your cock Ali." Hanna cried out, before quickly clarifying, "Stick it in my mouth! Please, I wanna taste my own ass on your big cock! Mmmmm, please let me taste it. Please let me taste my own ass like the filthy little ATM whore I am! Ooooooh Alison, please stick your cock in my mouth. I wanna suck it clean for you. Let me suck it clean, mmmmm, and then you and Mona can swap so I'm constantly tasting my own fucking slut butt! Mmmmm, oh Ali, I want to suck your cock while Spencer is fucking my ass and I'm sitting on Mona's dick. Yessssss, I wanna be made air tight! Fucked in all my holes at the same time! Triple stuffed! Please Alison, make me your three hole whore! Please? Oh yes, give it to me! Ohhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh!"
For a few moments the cruel teen which Alison DiLaurentis once had been returned as she cruelly stayed just out of reach of Hanna's needy mouth, before inevitably shoving forward ever so slightly so Hanna could wrap her lips around the toy cock which had just been buried in her butt. Having become quickly and completely addicted to the taste of her own ass Hanna moaned happily as always when she did this, but this time was different.
This wasn't Mona teasing her during an ass fucking, or Hanna showing her top the proper respect by cleaning her cock after another skilled bottom pounding. No, this signified Hanna officially being made air tight, a cock in her pussy, mouth and ass all at the same time, which was a whole new level of heaven. Which again, she had Mona to thank for.
While Hanna had her mouth too full to think her Mona was happy to pick up the slack, praising her, "Ohhhhhh yesssssss, that's it Han, suck that cock! Suck Ali's nice big juicy cock! Mmmmm yes, suck it clean of all your ass cream you filthy little ATM whore! Oh God, that's so hot! I love it! Mmmmm, I love watching my girlfriend go ass to mouth, even when it's not my cock she's sucking. Especially if she is sucking cock and taking it in her pussy and ass at the same time like a real three hole whore! Oooooooh yessssss, you love that, huh? You love being triple stuffed? Mmmmm yesssss, a cock in each hole? Yes you do, yes you do. Oh my God, and you look so beautiful like this. Doesn't she Ali?"
"Oh yes." Alison happily agreed while stroking Hanna's hair to provide a little bit more encouragement, "Hanna look so beautiful in her natural state, getting fucked in every little hole she has like the total dyke whore she is! Oh yes Hanna, you look so good with a cock in each hole. Mmmmm, sooooo good, oh fuck! Ohhhhhh, especially my cock. Ohhhhhhh yessssss, Hanna Marin looks good sucking my cock, mmmmm, but she looks even better with my dick in her ass. So how about it Spencer? Wanna swap holes? Huh? Get a blow job from your precious BFF, and let her suck her ass off of your dick, while I have another turn with that slut butt of her?"
Suddenly being included in the conversation clearly startled Spencer, but partly because she'd only barely got started, and partly because Hanna clearly hadn't finished, Mona intercepted, "Sure, you can do that. Just wait a minute though, mmmmm, Han hasn't finished cleaning that cock yet. Yes, she needs to deep throat it and get every drop of that butt cream. You do want that, right Ali?"
"Deep throating, huh?" Alison grinned in delight, "Oh Mona, you really do have her well trained."
"I've said it before, I'll say it again..." Mona chuckled, "It was easy."
Although the encouragement was completely unnecessary as Hanna would greedily sucked the strap-on regardless just to show she was a submissive little whore it was very welcomed, and only pushed Hanna to clean that cock more enthusiastically. Well, that and the chance she might get more butt cream once she had completely cleaned the dildo, which was exactly what happened.
In fact Spencer and Alison's swapped over sooner than Hanna would have liked, as it came only just after she started deep throating. As a result she started deep throating the dildos nearly the second they were shoved in her mouth, which was pure paradise at first, but they also pushed her into needing to cum in record time.
Even though it was painful she resisted for as long as she could, but ultimately Hanna whimpered, "Harder! Please fuck me harder! I, I need to cum! Please, I need it so bad!"
There was a brief pause, then Alison turned to Mona and asked, "What do you think?"
"Oh, I think she can do better than that." Mona grinned.
Taking the hint Hanna began pleading, "Fuck me! Oh please fuck me hard! Aaaaaahhhhhh fuck, I wanna be fucked! I wanna be fucked in every hole, mmmmm, but especially my ass! Yessssssss, I want all of you to fuck my slutty little ass hole! Treat it like the fuck hole it is! Oooooooh yeahhhhhhhh, use me like a fuck hole, mmmmm, it's what I'm here for. It's my purpose in life. I exist to be Mona's little Anal Princess, ohhhhhhh, who takes it in the ass whenever and however she wants. And now? We both want my ass gang banged! We all do! So do it! Take it in turns with my fucking butt hole and use it until you're satisfied. Treat me like an Anal Princess! No! I'm Mona's Anal Princess. The rest of you? Please treat me like an anal whore who's only purpose is for you to use as an anal fuck hole! Or better yet, mmmmm, pretend that I'm Aria, ooooooh, or Emily. Like I'm nothing but a practice dummy you're using for them! Oooooooh yesssss, mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmmm, aaaaaaahhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oooooooohhhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkkkk!"
Just before Spencer started increasing the speed and force of her thrusts Mona suddenly pushed up into Hanna's pussy, making the blonde cum instantly. Hanna had felt like she was on the edge of orgasm since the first moment she was made air tight, and it just might have been the most powerful orgasm of her life, which was really saying something considering the ecstasy Mona gave her on a daily basis.
And yet it was outdone by the incredible climaxes that followed as one by one each top pounded Hanna's ass with everything they had, the first two benefiting from having Mona's cock in Hanna's cunt, while the last from being Mona, who Hanna was hopelessly in love with. Of course Hanna was barely aware of it, or anything after that first climax, as her whole world became nothing but ecstasy.
Mona lived to watch Hanna cum. It was like her favourite thing ever, and she got a front row seat to her beloved fiancé cumming what was probably a record amount of times given that first Spencer slowly built up her pace until she was pounding Hanna's ass with every ounce of her strength, and then when Spencer ran out of steam and pulled out Alison immediately replaced her.
Each time Hanna came on Mona's cock, her juices soaking the toy and escaping from that overflowing cunt. But it just wasn't enough for Mona. Or the fact that she was the first to make Hanna cum. No, she needed to claim responsibility for the majority of those orgasms, which was why she started thrusting up into Hanna's pussy on a more regular basis.
At first her thrusts were strategic, a hard one again to steal the credit away from Spencer, but when Alison took over the butt pounding duties and easily put Spencer to shame Mona eventually just started relentlessly hammering Hanna's cunt, turning the DP into a truly brutal double fucking.
Mona even briefly forgot about pleasing Hanna in favour of outdoing Alison, the two long-time rivals once again having a battle of wills, this time using Hanna's fuck holes to do it. Although to be fair Hanna wasn't complaining. In fact Hanna wasn't complaining very loudly, which reminded Mona of her presence. And gave her the perfect way to outdo Ali, as she reminded her rival who Hanna belonged too. And the fact that Alison lacked a bitch who was this slutty and devoted to her.
"That's it Ali, fuck her! Ass fuck my Anal Princess!" Mona encouraged darkly, struggling to concentrate as she continued fucking Hanna's pussy, "Yeahhhhhh, use my favourite little anal honeypot. Use it! Yessssss, use it like it was meant to be used! Oooooooh Ali, I bet this drives you crazy, huh? I used to be Loser Mona, and you used to have everything you wanted. Now look at us? I've got everything I ever wanted, and you're using my little Anal Princess to practice for the day you finally tell Emily what you really want. Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh, that's it Alison, take all of your frustrations out on my future wife's bitch ass! She loves it! Yesssssss, she loves cumming for us like the slut she is. But don't worry Ali, mmmmm, I'll help you. I'll help you to get Emily, mmmmm, to fuck my bitch, ohhhhhhh, anything you need. I'm here for you, and so is my favourite little fuck hole! Oooooooohhhhhhhh yeeeeeeesssssss, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhhhh!"
By the time Alison finally pulled out, more out of annoyance at Mona's words than true exhaustion, Mona didn't have much left in the tank, which certainly wasn't her original plan. Not that it stopped her from flipping them over and quickly switching holes. No, Mona was addicted to fucking Hanna's perfect ass, and she needed her fix.
She just didn't flip Hanna over onto her stomach as originally planned. Sadly this meant she couldn't feel those meaty cheeks against her thighs while pushing Hanna's face into the bed sheets, which would have made her feel truly dominant and further reminded Alison, and Spencer, of her total ownership of this perfect little bottom. However it meant she got to stare lovingly into Hanna's eyes, which was almost just as good.
It was certainly enough to make Hanna smile with delirious happiness and cum like a good little bitch, Mona forcing herself to sodomise the other girl to a decent amount of climaxes before finally stopping. In the process she came a lot herself. Well, she had been doing that ever since losing control when Ali had been wrecking Hanna's ass, but now she had her fiancé to herself Mona's orgasms were almost as frequent and as hard as Hanna's, which was really saying something.
She just couldn't help it, after what felt like hours of the other end of the dildo bashing against her clit, everything they had just done, everything they were going to do, and most of all everything they were doing now, Mona just couldn't stop cumming, or ass fucking Hanna. Not until she collapsed down onto the other girl, completely exhausted.
Then of course when Mona recovered enough of her strength she began covering Hanna's neck, shoulders and face in kisses, before finally focusing on her lips, although she barely got started when Alison got their attention, "Hey lovebirds, there will be plenty of time for that later. Yeahhhhhh, you can be all lovey-dovey later, now just show us that gape! Yes, show us all what we've done to Hanna's bitch hole! Come on Mona, you know you want too."
"WelI, I can't argue with that." Mona admitted after she reluctantly broke the kiss with Hanna, and then after she had fully pulled away from her girl she ordered, "You heard your friend Han, show us our handiwork. Mmmmm, show what comes of Alison DiLaurentis and Mona Vanderwaal working together. And Spencer Hastings too, of course. Oh yes, that's it baby. Ohhhhhh fuck, good girl."
Hanna was of course only too happy to flip over onto her stomach and push her ass up into the air as soon as Mona pulled her cock out of her ass. Which wasn't easy given she had zero energy left, but the overwhelming need to please her top gave her the adrenaline she needed to do what was necessary, especially as there were other tops watching too.
Which also allowed her to remember to reach back and then slowly pulled her cheeks apart to make it as erotic as possible. Not that it was actually necessary given how wide her ass hole felt, and just how much the tops stared at it lustfully, but whatever. The point was Hanna did as she was told like a good bottom, and then waited patiently for her reward, which thankfully she wasn't waiting long for.
"Wow, good work team." Alison chuckled, grabbing her phone to take a couple of shots.
"Some of my finest work." Mona agreed with a evil grin, also taking a souvenir or two of their handiwork.
"Are, are you okay Han?" Spencer asked nervously.
"Mmmmm, I'm so much better than okay." Hanna moaned, "God, I love having a gaping bitch hole."
"It reminds her of her place." Mona explained gleefully, "Just by being made to go ass to mouth, even if it is basically a reward for the little anal whore. Speaking of which... Hanna, get over here and perform your duties as my ATM loving Anal Princess. Ooooooh yeahhhhh, clean every drop of your butt cream off of my cock, and then do the same for your friends."
Even though it was maybe a bit quicker than usual it still felt like forever until Hanna finally got the permission she wanted, so when she finally got it she was quick to get into position and start sucking strap-on. As Mona was her true love it seemed only right to take her ass flavoured strap-on into her mouth first, but Hanna made sure that the cocks of Ali and Spencer didn't go ignored.
Admittedly she might have paused on the head of each so she could savour the deepest part of her butt, but then just like before she bobbed her head up and down on those dildos, eventually taking every single inch down her throat like the well-trained cock sucking slut she was.
To their credits Alison and Spencer moved closer either side of Mona to make it nice and easy for Hanna to show off just how much she loved the taste of her own butt, the blonde shamelessly moaning the entire time, even when all the anal juices were gone and she was just left sucking dick, because it meant she was pleasing the tops.
Especially Mona, who despite Hanna's best efforts she increasingly gave the majority of the attention too. But she just couldn't help it. She loved this woman, and wanted to spend the rest of her life with her. Which would hopefully include wonderful nights like this, because Hanna adored being gang banged and wanted to experience it again. And no sooner had she thought that Hanna got her wish, albeit after some wonderful verbal encouragement.
"Yesssssss, suck it cock sucker!" Spencer blurted out, wanting to contribute to the dirty talk Alison and Mona had been providing throughout, "Deep throat those dicks like a whore! Fuck Han, every drop. Mmmmm, you just sucked every single drop of your own butt cream off of those girl dicks like it was literally your job. Like you were literally an ass to mouth whore! And you fucking moaned while doing it! Oh fuck, one of my best friends is a complete and total ATM whore, ohhhhhhh, and most of all, she loves the taste of her own butt, mmmmm, and getting her butt fucked, ooooooh, and doing whatever her top tells her to do, mmmmm, which makes her the most perfect bottom I've ever met. Fuck Han, oooooohhhhhhh fuckkkkkkkk, I hope Aria is even half the bottom you are."
"You know Spencer, you don't have to hope." Mona grinned wickedly, "We can be right beside you every step of the way, help train her to be the best bottom she can be. Mmmmm, then we can do to her what we just did to Hanna."
"Oh God yes, let's!" Alison eagerly agreed, "Then we can do the same to Emily. Just think about it Spencer? Our beautiful best friends, our submissive sluts, to use, and to share, however we want."
Telling herself she was just caught up in the moment Spencer grinned, and moaned, "Sounds good to me."
Whereas to Hanna it sounded like pure heaven. Well, she wanted to be selfish for at least a little while and keep these tops all to herself, but it would be exhausting and she wanted Emily and Aria to experience the heaven she just had. More importantly, she wanted her friends to know the blissful happiness she had found with Mona, and the stars had seemed to align so that they could make three pairs of lesbian couples who indulged in a little swapping fun.
Talking Emily and especially Aria into it might be difficult, but totally worth it in the end. But that was a problem for another time. For now Hanna was going to enjoy the rest of the night with these wonderful tops, and do everything in her power to please them. | literotica |
Title: Breaking the Shell by deltroon1986
Tags: Blowjob, Breast Play, Club, Fondling, Foreplay, M/F/F, Oral, Party, Pent-Up, Story Request, Threesome, Tit Fuck, Vaginal
Six months have passed since I came to this familiar and yet strange new world. Another two months later I underwent a strange transformation from human to an anthro wolf. Sadly I still haven't gotten used to my new form and the strange gifts that it came with. Enhanced senses sight, smell, hearing, strength and intuitive perception. Though surprisingly enough I still feel like an outcast but, my employer has been a big help.
With his help and training I've come a long way though, I'm still shy around members of the opposite sex. Though one on one I don't have a lot of trouble, it's when there's small group. My friend and coworker, Derrick says that when I'm nervous my heart rate increases. Therefore my body produces pheromones which interests women to take a closer look. So the more I behave as such the worse things will become.
So instead of learning how to control it, I kept myself cooped up in my work. When at home I'd lounge around, read a book, listen to the radio, or go to bed early. Sadly one day, Bruce caught wind of my lack of going out and finding a steady girlfriend. He told me that he'd like to talk me about something after my shift. Naturally at the end of the day, Bruce called me up to the house for our little chat.
As I entered the house I said hello to Bruce's wife and three pups. They were getting the table ready for dinner while we entered the living room. "Have a seat, Nick." Bruce said sitting down on his recliner. I took a seat on the couch and turned to face him. "What's on your mind, Bruce?" I wondered as he leaned forward in his chair. Judging from the look on his face I knew this wasn't good.
"Nick, I've noticed a patterned with you, now correct me if I'm wrong. You've been avoiding going out and socializing with others, might I ask why?" He said. "I'm just really nervous around groups of women I tend to draw them in like a magnet." I replied. "Still having musk problems I gather, here's a tip that helped me. Stay loose and carefree the less you worry over it the better off you'll be. Just kept your mind focused what you do here and act like one in the crowd there." He suggested.
"Do you honestly think that'll help me out around women?" I wondered tilting my head. "It couldn't hurt to try it anyway, now could it?" He countered extending his arm as emphasis. "No, I guess not." I remarked thinking about what he said. "Derrick, told me about a new night club that opened up nearby that's strictly for singles. He's willing to show you where it is and help you avoid trouble." Bruce stated.
I continued to think things over including the information about the new night club. "Sounds, like fun there's really no harm in going to check the place out. If things get out of hand, Derrick would lend a paw to keep things in order." I said after thinking everything through. "Alright, Derrick should be still around, go let him know. You want to go with him there whenever he's planning to." He pointed out.
"Sounds, like a plan to me boss, I'm heading there tonight so, meet me back here in an hour, Nick. So we both can go home get cleaned up and put some fresh clothes on. No need to smell like work if we don't have to besides, we need to set a good example." Derrick said leaning in the doorway nearby. "Alright, sounds like a good idea to me, Derrick see you in about an hour." I said getting up from my seat. I said goodbye to everyone before walking outside to my car.
With that we went to our apartments, I made a quick meal then jumped into the shower. After about thirty minutes I stepped out and put on some decent clothes. Before heading back out to my car then drove back to work to meet with Derrick. When I got there sure enough Derrick was sitting on the front porch waiting for me. As I cut the ignition, he got up and walked over to my car.
He waited for me to get out before going over anything with me. "So we all set to go?" He asked as I closed the door. "About as I'll ever be, Derrick. So are we riding together or am I following you?" I replied. "You'll be riding with me buddy gotta make a good first impression. Also you'll need to keep me updated on how many drinks you have, okay. This way if I think you've had one to many, I can get you home in one piece." He stated.
"I'll more than likely have something light and just hide out in the back. So I won't be a bother to you or anyone else in the place." I said following him to his car. I had to admit his car was a lot classier than the medium size sedan I owned. He owned a 2003 Mercedes Benz SL500, two door hard top convertible. It was painted a nice blue and had a tan leather interior with a lot of options.
Once he unlocked the doors, we hopped in and Derrick fired up the engine. The German V8 roared to life, once in gear we drove off towards town. I've been in a lot of cars but, never something as luxurious as this make and model. We arrived in front of the night club about twenty minutes later. There was a short line of people waiting off to the left side of the double doors.
"Well, doesn't look like we'll be waiting too long, besides I know the guy out front." Derrick said. With that he drove around the nearest corner and parked his car in an empty parking lot. After we stepped out of the car he locked the doors once they closed. We walked back towards the club and the security guard standing outside. Sure enough the guard let us inside with no trouble at all.
Once inside the place was busy full of activity, great music was playing, people dancing and drinks everywhere. Derrick helped me get to the large bar in the center of the building. He ordered me something easy on the system and got a steady drink for himself. We looked for an empty table some where out of sight but, easy to find. Derrick told me if anything goes on he'd be near the bar across from the nearest restrooms.
So I sat there at the table taking a sip from my drink every so often watching everyone. Little did I know I had drawn the attention of two lovely ladies, sitting directly across the dance floor. "Hey, Brianne take a look at the table sitting across the way." A fox/coyote mix said pointing at me. "Hmm? Oh Why Hello There Cutie." A jackal female stated looking in my general direction.
"How's it a handsome, straight guy with looks like that is sitting all by him self? Shall, we go liven up his evening Brianne, dear before someone else jumps at the chance?" The canine mix wondered arching her eyebrow at her friend. "Sounds, like a fun idea to me, Melody let's go." Bri replied as they stood up. Grabbing their drinks and coats both ladies, walked towards me.
While I watched the people on the dance floor a soft tapping drew my attention. "Hey, there mind if we join you or would like your privacy?" The soft blue colored jackal asked. As I look at her and her friend I was awestruck by their beauty. With a gentle nod and friendly gesture both ladies sat across from me. "So, what brings you lovely ladies here this evening?" I wondered smiling kindly at them.
"Well, we're looking for a good hearted and cute looking soul to spoil tonight. Until we spotted you we were just about to call it a night and head on home." The fox mix informed leaning forward a bit. She gave me a soft preview of her chest while her friend smiled and leaned back. "Ah, so may I inquire about your names, so I know whom I'm hanging out with?" I wondered moving my eyes away from her chest.
"I'm, Melody and this is my close friend, Brianne and you are handsome?" Mel replied with a playful smirk. "Nick, you ladies aren't from around here are you?" I said looking at them. "Not really we're traveling together to visit some old friends of ours. We needed a place to rest and stretch our legs for a couple of days." Bri pointed out. "Ah, this is a pretty good place to catch a break and recharge the old batteries." I stated with a chuckle.
"No, offense but, you're not from around here either, so where abouts are you from?" Bri stated crossing her arms under her chest. I had a strange feeling she was lifting up her breasts on purpose. So I just played along and kindly glanced at her chest then her soft blue eyes. "Yeah, you could say I'm not from around here and I'd like to leave things at that." I said honestly. Melody looked at me and understood where I was coming from with that comment.
"That's fine so how long have you been here?" Mel wondered stretching a bit. "You two ladies can stop teasing me, I'm well aware you're gifted and feeling quite frisky." I stated as Mel stopped. Strange I felt completely in control of myself around these two ladies. Normally by now I'm stuttering, acting very shy, and trying to avoid being pounced on. "Nick, you seem concerned about something care to share?" Bri asked looking curiously at me.
"Well, it's kinda silly really and I feel embarrassed talking about it." I said looking away. Bri looked at me funny before she came to a conclusion and share it with us. "You're having self control issues aren't you?" Bri asked. A strong nod yes gave them all the info they needed, Mel stood up a second later. "Come, on handsome I'll give you a fun crash course on self control." Mel replied grabbing my arm.
"Mel, No not in a crowded place like this, not a very wise idea. It'd be like throwing a virgin into a room filled with hyper horny females at the peak of their heat. Let's take him back our hotel room for the night. This way we can help him in a more controllable environment." Bri stated standing up swiftly. "Yeah, dumb question are you by yourself or with a buddy?" Mel wondered.
"My co-worker, Derrick brought me here, since I've been kinda isolating myself lately." I pointed out. Both women looked at me then each other and of course back at me. The look on both their faces said more than words could ever state. It was the look of shock and disbelief though somehow it was plausible. "Looks, like you're one very lucky male, Nick you're coming with us." Bri said.
"Let, your buddy know you've got a ride home and don't give him any more info." Mel instructed poking my chest. With that I swiftly located Derrick and made my way towards him. He was lounging at a table near the restrooms talking to an attractive wolfess. "Excuse, me Derrick I'm leaving managed to get a ride also. I'll seeya tomorrow morning alright, enjoy the rest of your night." I said. "Alrighty, take it easy, Nick have good one." He smiled as I walked away.
I met the two girls at the front door, once they had their coats, we left the club. The three of us walked a short distance around to the back of the building. Where Mel's 76 Jeep Comanche pickup was parked, the truck look to be in great shape. Someone certainly spent plenty of time and money fixing it up. "Admiring my rig there, Nick?" Mel wondered walking past me to unlock the door.
"Yeah, it looks like it just rolled fresh off the assembly line. Your mechanic certainly did a fantastic job of fully restoring this truck back to brand new condition." I said opening the door. "Well, I'm glad to see my hard work paid off, not bad for three years worth of work." Mel smiled unlocking the door on her side. That very comment left me shocked and speechless at the very fact she did all the work.
Once inside the cab, Mel fired up the engine, pulled out of the parking space a second later. A minute later we pulled onto the road and drove towards the hotel district of the city. It was a quiet drive all the way, the radio played calm, steady music. While I chatted with Bri some more while Mel focused solely on driving. At the last stop light before their hotel, instead of grabbing the gear shifter. Mel had reached over and gave my crotch a good, firm squeeze.
"Umm..., Mel that's not the shifter for your truck, you've got a hold of." I stated as my facial flushed red. Bri looked down and could not stop herself from laughing hysterically. So, Mel flicked on the cab light, looked over and saw where her hand had ended up. "Well, at least I grabbed a gear shift, though not of the actual mechanical kind. Forgive me for this but, Beep, Beep." She smirked playfully honking my crotch a couple times.
That sent, Bri right over the edge as she laughed even harder than before. Feeling embarrassed I just hid my face in my hands, then Bri moved my hand. "Hey, shit happens, hun besides it's not like that body part is going untouched tonight. I'm sure Mel is going to make things right and let you do something of equal value." Bri replied rubbing my chin slightly. Mel gave my shoulder a soft nudge in reassurance.
About ten minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of their hotel. Once Mel found an open spot, she pulled in, cut the engine and we got out. A short walk, one elevator ride and a long corridor later we stood in front of their room. With a sturdy turn of the key and the lock released then, Mel opened the door. I let the ladies walk in first before following after them, once the door closed.
Both ladies grabbed my elbows and kindly escorted me to the couch. Where we all sat down and the leaned up against me, resting their heads on my shoulders. I took my hands, placed them softly against their sides and held them close. The girls snuggled a little closer to me while, Bri turned on the TV. My right hand move forward across Bri's stomach and felt a soft rough patch of fur. So being the curious type I looked down at her stomach, only to see an odd marking.
"Bri, is this mark painted, dye or tattooed on?" I asked. "Hmm, oh, that no believe it or not that's my birthmark. Looks otherwise I know but, trust me it 100% untampered with fur. Though I can't say the same for Mel, that isn't her natural hair color." She replied. "Nope, that's something I keep to myself, so don't ask about my natural hair color." Mel remarked. So naturally I didn't bother to ask or comment on either matter.
As we snuggled warmly on the couch it felt like I was living the dream in a way. Cuddled warmly against two very beautiful and kind women, if I were to tell someone. They'd more than likely wouldn't believe me, unless I got some sort of proof to back up my story. The only problem I faced was would they get mad or go along with my request. "Umm, Mel, Bri mind if I ask for a strange favor." I said. "Hmm?, Sure hun what's up?" Bri replied.
"Could, I get a photo of the three of us sitting together like this?" I asked. "Hoping to impress some friends or to back up what went on after you left your friend at the club." Mel remarked leaning back to look at me. "UH!, a bit of both actually." I replied causing Bri to giggle. "Sure, it's not every day you get to be in the company of a pair of rare beauties like us." She said getting up off the couch.
She fished around for a few minutes, until she found the object she was after. When she came back she set the camera up and set the timer, before returning to her spot on the couch. It took us two minutes to get comfy and ready for the picture. Another three minutes later the camera clicked then a flash of light the picture was taken. Ten minutes later the camera spat out the developed photo.
Bri got up once more to get the photo and to put the camera away. Once she returned then handed me the photo, she sat back down next to me. Sadly Mel had other ideas in mind for the remainder of the night as she got up and faced me. With a single arm she hoisted me up to my feet, in one swift motion then held me tight against her. "Tomorrow you're going to have something to really talk about. For now you're cute country ass is ours and we don't feel like sharing." Mel cooed playfully as Bri stood up also.
Either woman wasted no time dragging me to the bedroom to undress me and them selves. With a playful push, Bri knocked me onto the bed, while Mel crawled on top of me. She reached behind my head and buried my muzzle directly between her ample breasts. I gently started to nibble along the white stripe that was there. Earning a soft moan from Mel's muzzle, as Bri stood there patiently watching. At that moment I felt like, Bri was waiting for the right moment to pounce.
Sure enough much to my shock and pleasure that's exactly what she did. Taking my erection into her hands she kindly wedged it between her own lovely pair of breasts. Starting slowly she began to rub them up and down my length in a steady pace. Every so often, Mel would buck her hips backwards as Bri tickled her sex with her tongue. I couldn't help but, knead and fondle Mel's large bust. Toy with her erect nipples at the same time, Mel moaned even louder.
This told us she was nearing her first climax of the night, sure enough she came seconds later. As she rolled off to the side of me Bri climbed up, as Mel moved to where she had been. Presenting her ankh birth mark and wet crotch to me. I wasted no time nibbling that mark and sliding two fingers into her awaiting sex. Causing, Bri to arch back and moan as the pleasure I provided coursed through her. Mel carefully took my cock in to her maw and began to suck and fondle my balls softly.
I hoped Mel knew to take it easy on me or I wouldn't be able to satisfy them both completely. Bri could almost sense the small dilemma I was thinking about. As I fingered her pussy vigorously so, she batted at Mel with her tail. When Mel looked up to see the look on Bri's face, she knew to take it slow and easy on me. After a few more minutes at fingering away at Bri's hot wet pussy, she came hard.
Mel stopped blowing me and crawled up on the bed then licked Bri's juices from my hand. "If you want a taste, use that tongue of yours and while you're at it, eat me out to." Mel said hugging Bri. As she wedged my muzzle between both their legs. Not wanting to go against her orders, I took a deep, long, lick against both their sexes. Causing both women to shudder as the pleasure worked its way through their bodies.
They each had their own unique scent and taste but, I enjoyed the combination of both. Lapping hungrily away at both of them, both women began to kiss and fondle each other. Sure enough my careful attention to detail was going to pay off. As both women held each other tight and soaked my muzzle with a torrent of sexual juices. Before cleaning up I crawled out from underneath both ladies. Taking my time enjoyed licking the sexual nectar they released off my muzzle.
While I did that they swarmed my cock, cupping my balls and running their tongues along my throbbing shaft. Nearly sending me right over the orgasmic ledge, luckily I was able to fight the urge. "G..., Gir..., Girls, EA...SY." I moaned out. Both women stopped and looked up at me to see the strained expression on my face. They kindly backed off to allow me and my body a few moments to cool off before continuing.
They were nice enough to get off my stomach and legs to give me a chance to move. That's when I pounced, grabbing Bri by the hips and thrusting my shaft deep into her sex. Causing her to bark in surprise and pleasure as, I began to thrust in and out of her. Driving my cock hard into her, pressing my tip firmly against her cervix. Earning moan upon moan from her muzzle as the pleasure coursed through us. Mel stood there watching this and teased her sex until, it was her turn with me.
Thrusting vigorously in and out of her sex driving us both ecstatic with euphoria. By cupping Bri's lovely breasts firmly in my hands and toying with her erect nipples. Drove Bri to a heavy second orgasm in seconds, as I buried myself deep into her sex. She leaned up while fully hilted with and shared a deep passionate kiss with me. While we slowly rode out the afterglow of our mutual climaxes. "OH, Nick, Don't, Forget, About, Me, Now." Mel cooed splaying herself on the bed behind us.
Waiting a few minutes to recover and pull my shaft free from Bri's clenching treasure. I looked behind me to watch, Mel teasing and toying with her pussy and large firm breasts. By watching her I also knew I wasn't going to pop free of Bri's sex anytime soon. That would've been the case if, Bri hadn't done this in one strong motion. She bent down and literally rolled off my erect cock with ease. While being able to remain standing as she moved away before I went to move. She returned kneeling before me and slowly licked my cock clean.
It felt amazing as her soft tongue caressed every inch of my cock, helping me stay rock hard. With a slap of my ass she told me to go give, Mel a good hard screwing for her. Not wanting to disobey a direct order I walked over to the bed. Crawled over to, Mel who was eagerly awaiting me, leaning down I gave her sex a few deep licks. Earning a heavy moan from her before moving up her torso with a trail of soft kisses.
Driving Mel mad as the pleasure flowed throughout her body like a river. Stopping directly inbetween the center of her breasts I began to nip and kiss along her white stripe. Arching up into my muzzle, Mel let out a long erotic howl. Trying to focus my attention in two places, one being between her legs and second between her breasts. So far I was able to keep a good handle on things.
Until I felt Bri's body snuggling up against my back and feeling her nibble softly along my shoulder. She whispered softly into my ear making it flick. "Don't stop until you pop, Nick I want to hear you howl in unison with her." Bri said to me. At that moment Mel's body convulsed harder with each thrust I made. Telling me her orgasm was coming closer to reaching its peak, much like my own.
So slowly throwing caution to the wind I picked up the pace of my actions. Hammering away at her sex driving us both mental with lust and animalistic desire to tie. Mel's howls and pants spurred me on even more to reach our mutual climaxes. Bri decided we were taking to long, she reached over grasped Mel's sensitive and perky nipples. Swirling her thumb and index fingers around the sensitive flesh.
Sure enough her sex relaxed, thrusting inside knot and all, then her folds clamped down hard. Locking the two of us together, once the pleasure rocketed through us. The sounds of two canines howling in sexual release echoed throughout the bedroom. As we came down from our intense high, I shared a passionate kiss with both women. Before sleep swiftly found its way to me, Bri, and Mel.
During the night the three of us snuggled tightly together, until the sun shone through the window. As the sun rose in the sky the beam of soft yellow light. Moved up along the floor, onto the bed, the hit my eye waking me. Carefully stretching out inbetween both women, trying not to wake them in the process. Sadly, the urge to relieve my bladder prove to be the straw to break the camel's back.
As I went to crawl out of bed Bri woke up and watched me trying to sneak out. "Busted, Mister Leaving before saying goodbye how rude." She remarked. "I'm only going to use the bathroom then I was hoping to make breakfast for you two." I replied honestly. "Oh, well then I'll pretend I didn't catch you and go back to sleep." She smiled rolling over facing away from me. I couldn't help but, smile as I entered the bathroom to relieve myself before getting side tracked.
A few minutes later I got dressed and headed into the kitchen to cook a hardy meal. First got the coffee pot going then got started making eggs, fruit salad, and English muffins. Sure enough when the coffee pot finished brewing, Mel and Bri joined me in the kitchen. Though much to my shock both ladies sat down at the table nude. We just enjoyed the warm meal and each other's company.
Before we could indulge ourselves in another round of wonderful fornication. My cell phone starts ringing, so I walked over and an answered it. Bruce sent me a text message wondering, where I was and that he needed me at the farm. So I had to say my goodbyes to both ladies and gave them my thanks. For a night I'll never forget, with one final passionate kiss each, I left their hotel room. Not before sharing contact information so we could hook up again in the future.
Grabbed a taxi on the way out and arrived at work a short time later. After paying for my fare the taxi drove off and I walked towards the barn. Where Bruce and Derrick were waiting for me and from the looks on their faces they weren't happy. "So, what kept you man?, you're normally the first one here." Derrick asked. I pulled the picture from my back pocket and handed it to him as I walked by.
"Ask, those lovely ladies when they come back to town." I remarked sly grin. Bruce and Derrick looked at the photo I handed them and their jaws just dropped. Before they could regain themselves to ask me questions I went straight to work. As I worked something occurred to me, Bruce was right in a way my shell needed breaking. Of course I had to thank Melody and Brianne for helping me overcome such a hurdle.
The End. | FSE |
Title: A Battle of Minds Ch. 06
Tags: power, love, first time, virgin, kiss, oral sex, cunnilingus, forest, nature, battle
*This is the sixth and final chapter of a story, which mainly took place in the "Mind Control" category. I recommend reading the other chapters -- but for those who do not want to do so, here is a short summary of what has happened so far:
A strange locket has been influencing the fate of the small town of Leskow and especially of Laura, a young woman from this town, for several years now. At first, Laura was enslaved due to the influence of that locket, whose bearer can force anyone or anything to do his bidding, but eventually she managed to take possession of the locket. She crowned herself queen of Leskow and reached ever higher power, until an unexpected visitor appears in Leskow...*
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Everything is calm on the small clearing in the forest, near the shores of Lake Leskow. The town of Leskow, situated on the opposite shore of the lake, is quiet as well. The cobble stone streets empty, the windows dark. All people of Leskow have fallen asleep, most of them lying cuddled closely together on the big festival site right next to the lake. They are tired, but it is a relaxed and happy tiredness. The summer festival, organized for them by their queen, has worn them out. In their deep sleep, they do not know what is happening around them. They do not know, that this night their future will be decided.
The lake, on the other hand, is unmoved, unchanged. Its waters splash against the shore in little waves, uncaring of what the future might bring. The light of the moon is reflected by the water, as it has been throughout the ages. The lake continues its quiet existence; there might be people diving into its depths or islands rising out of them, those are minor changes. The lake has been here since ancient times, before this era and the one before. Its dark waters will continue to lie next to the forest, no matter what era comes next.
The going-ons of this night don't concern the forest either. It doesn't care what is happening in the human world -- even if those same humans cut down its trees, the forest remains uncaring. It does not know of future or past. The wind is rushing through the tops of the trees, rustling their leaves. The trees stand tall and unmoved, why should it be their concern that this very clearing is going to be the site of a battle?
Not just any battle, but the battle of the century: A battle that is going to decide not just the future of Leskow and its people, but the fate of the whole world.
No, the forest and the lake and the wind do not know of such things, nor do the people of Leskow. They are asleep on the meadow, or in their houses, if they still made it home, and do not know of this battle, though it is most of all their own fate that is going to be decided here, this very night.
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"It's nice to see you again." Daniel was smiling. „And it is good to be back. I can see that a lot of things have changed around here."
Laura stared at him in disbelief. How could he talk like... like everything was normal?
"Aren't you happy to see me?" he asked, apparently drawing his own conclusions about her silence.
"What do you want?" Her voice sounded more nervous than she had planned, betraying the fast beat of her heart, rather than exuding the self-confidence that would befit a queen.
"What kind of welcome is that? Don't I deserve a hello, at least? But good," Daniel took a deep breath. "I am here to tell you that you have spent enough time playing queen now. It's time you let the town and its people be free again. And it's time you remembered who you are, Laura."
The queen felt anger rise up inside her. How dared he address her like that? Gritting her teeth, she tried to concentrate on remaining calm, on giving her face a lofty expression. Daniel's looked at her, his face open, friendly. His eyes gazed at her with the same fondness as so many years ago... How could he, after everything that had happened? For a moment, the memory of blood on the floor and a pale arm sticking out from behind a sofa flashed through Laura's mind -- and as if he could see the same picture, Daniel's expression grew darker. However, he continued looking at her expectantly, waiting for an answer. If she'd just ...
No! She would have none of this. He had disappeared out of her life, just like that. He had been gone for all those years, leaving her to suffer alone, and now he came back to tell her what she could or could not do? Was he trying to give her orders? Her! The queen!
„Laura does not exist anymore". Again, her voice did not fully obey her; it echoed shrilly through the forest. "Laura was weak, and stupid. *They* did whatever they wanted with Laura." She almost spit out her own name, and only now realized how much she hated it. This name, this word, did not seem to have any connection to her anymore. It did not belong to her, it wasn't her. "Laura is gone, she won't return, and you of all people can definitely not bring her back."
Daniel's eyes grew sad, though other than that, his face remained unmoved.
"Well," he said after a long pause. "If that's the way you want it... I wish you would find reason. I really wish we could do this in a sensible way. But if that's the way you want it..."
Without another word and without giving the queen a chance to ask what he wanted to say, Daniel turned around and left. For a brief moment, the queen considered sending some of her guards after him. Then she wondered if that would be of any use at all, or if it would just give him a chance to prove his own powers. She was almost sure that this was not the way to defeat him. No, before she decided on anything, she would have to think.
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Leskow had changed. All the cheerfulness had been drawn from the little town. The sky was dark and cloudy; in the mornings, mist lay over the lake, the forest and the surrounding meadows. There was a tension in the air, no matter where you went, you could feel that something was about to happen. Nothing was as it used to be.
Of course, the people of Leskow went on about their daily business as always. They did it without a smile, however. Without as much as a word to each other, they did their work simply because they had to. The area around the festival site had been cleaned up within a few hours. The meadow itself, however, had been turned into a field of mud by the heavy rain: And it stayed so for several days, as a reminder of the great celebration. Other than that, no mud or dirt was seen on the streets, despite the constant drizzle of rain. Leskow continued being the pretty town it had become since the coronation of its queen -- and yet, everything was different now.
A few more times, the queen tried to push the heavy clouds away from the sky. She intended to let the sun shine through again, onto Leskow, and onto her island, hoping the bright warmth might give her the courage and happiness she was longing for -- but to no avail. She wasn't sure if Daniel's resistance was to be blamed -- after all she did not even know what kind of power he had -- or whether it was her own gloomy mood that was reflected in the weather. The queen spent hours of each day, standing at the window in her room on top of one of the castle's towers, staring out into the rain. Under the heavy clouds, the forest seemed as dark as her thoughts.
The queen thought about the future, she tried to think of strategies, of her own strengths and powers. Most of all, however, she thought of her opponent.
Daniel. Before seeing him by the lake, she hadn't thought of him in so long that she almost forgot he ever existed. And still, somehow, he had always been on her mind. Like a hidden thought, buried deep in her subconscious. A vague memory of times, when she was nothing but plain old Laura from twelfth grade, a nice girl, but quiet and not particularly noticeable -- and yet, somehow, she had been happier. Happier? No, how could she have ever been happier than now, that she had brought a golden age to Leskow? It was only his presence that upset her, that made her have these strange thoughts.
Daniel was a danger. He had to be stopped, if need be, he had to be destroyed -- with every minute she thought about him, the queen grew surer of that. However, this was not as easy as it sounded. Her power seemed not big enough to confront him. She had to grow stronger, had to learn to use the power of the locket even more precisely, so he would not be able to resist her.
Somewhere, deep inside the queen's mind, a small voice protested. The voice of a girl -- of the girl she had once been. This voice told her that she still missed Daniel. The voice of the girl wondered if Daniel might not be right in what he said. The queen, however, pushed those thoughts deeper into her subconscious. She was not that girl anymore; she would not listen to her voice. Maybe Daniel's sudden appearance even had its advantages, she pondered. Once she defeated him, she might be free from all that remained of *Laura* inside her. Maybe she could vanquish the last bit of weakness inside her mind.
*When* she won the fight against him, she could finally be only the queen of Leskow, nothing else. She could make her old self disappear forever.
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"Your majesty, one of your subjects has come to speak to you."
The queen turned around, surprise on her face. Once again she was standing by the window, staring out towards the dark sky and the churning waters of Lake Leskow, trying to ban all the unpleasant thoughts of the last days from her mind. A few ducks had appeared. Ignoring the horrible weather, they swam their rounds on the lake, and the queen had been watching them from her tower. The interruption, the voice of the servant tearing her from her observations, angered her -- and it took her a moment to fully comprehend the strangeness of this request.
Someone wanted to speak to her? One of her subjects? Her subjects were not able to want anything. They could not even think by themselves, unless she ordered them to want or think something. So why would any of them want to talk to her, when she, their queen, had no such plans for any of them?
With a mixture of rage and curiosity, she nodded towards the servant girl, who stood in the door frame motionlessly, waiting for her queen's orders. The girl in question had been her favorite servant for more than a few weeks by now, during daytime as well as at night. She was half a head taller than the queen, with long blonde hair she always wore down, on the queen's orders, and eyes, that most likely once sparkled each time the girl smiled. These days, of course, no one's smile reached their eyes anymore -- still, this young woman was surprisingly beautiful. When the queen found her, on the main street of Leskow, where she worked in a little shop, she had been surprised to not have noticed this girl before.
Now, however, as the weeks with this girl serving her were turning into months, she realized she was starting to grow bored with her. Well, replacing her servant was no big issue; she could attend to that later; first she had to see what it was about the person who apparently wanted to speak to her.
"Tell him to come in", she ordered.
Shortly after, the girl led a young man through the door into the small tower room. The queen, still standing at the window, once again turned around to look at her visitor. To her surprise, he looked vaguely familiar. Hadn't there been one night, many months ago, a particularly satisfying night...? However, there had been many nights and many men, so the queen could not be sure. She rarely bothered to remember the faces of the men and women she shared her royal bed with.
For a moment, the man just stood in front of the queen, silent, looking at her with what Laura believed to be scrutinizing eyes. Indeed, his whole expression was changed; he did not look as impassive as all the other people in Leskow did -- though the queen could still tell that he was not fully awake: He did not seem to find his surroundings strange, and he did not look scared. He just looked like he was being controlled by a different, somewhat more lenient power.
„What do you want?" the queen asked harshly.
"My master has sent me..."
"Your master?" Laura interrupted him -- though she already knew, who the man was referring to.
"My master has sent me", the man repeated, his voice steady, "to tell your majesty that she is requested today at midnight on the clearing in front of the hut. My master wants to speak to you. Alone."
After uttering these words, the man turned around, and before the queen could hold him back, he had left the castle, walking swiftly and full of confidence, his head raised high. The queen tried to search for his mind, make contact with him and get him under her own control, so she could force him to return. It seemed, however, that he was not part of her world anymore. She had not the slightest influence on this man.
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Nervously, Laura glanced around. The trees stood motionless, the clearing was empty, and the little house at its edge looked dark and abandoned. It appeared that no human being, other than herself, had entered the forest of Leskow this night.
A sigh of relief escaped the queen. Her subjects had hidden well, the police men as well as her personal guards. Daniel would not be able to see them until it was too late. Still, even knowing that they were there, invisible in their hiding places, the nightly forest was somewhat creepy. It was quieter than it had ever been, reminiscent of an ancient time before the arrival of humans in this area. No, it was quieter than that: Even the animals seemed to have hidden away; no stir betrayed the presence of anything alive. It occurred to the queen that even the wind had calmed down. As if the whole world was holding its breath.
As the queen was standing on the clearing, waiting, a small cloud wandered slowly in front of the moon, and the night grew yet darker. Forest and clearing were barely visible anymore. Only when the cloud had moved on, and silvery light was reaching down towards her again, Laura could see him: Daniel was standing next to a tree, at the far end of the clearing. He seemed to be one with the darkness behind him. The queen could not remember any sound that might have hinted at his approach.
"You are here."
His voice was quiet, and yet it carried clearly across the clearing, reaching the queen like a whisper that was uttered directly into her ear. She shook her head slightly, to rid herself of the strange emotions this nightly encounter awoke in her. Before speaking, she had to clear her throat. When she addressed her enemy, she managed to do so in the imperious tone she intended.
"What is that important that I have to come to the forest in the middle of the night -- for you?"
"The past", Daniel replied calmly. "Your past, Laura. Try to remember who you were. Who you are. Try and be yourself again."
Again the queen felt rage rise up inside her, but the rage was mingled with a vague fear. She had to swallow hard a few times to push those feelings back down. Then she lifted up her chin defiantly and looked Daniel up and down. He was wearing old jeans and a torn shirt. As dark as it was, she could tell that his clothes were dirty and his hair unwashed. How could someone like him, scruffy and of no importance whatsoever -- how could he dare to give orders to the queen?
"I am myself", she answered in a cold voice. "I am the person I have always wanted to be. I don't know what past you are speaking about. I have no past that would be worthwhile remembering."
Daniel took another step towards her. The moon was still shining bright, no new cloud had come to cover it up again, and thus his face was now, that he left the shadows of the trees, bathed in its pale light. He had grown older, the queen realized, more mature, more serious. There was a deep sadness in his eyes that caused an unexpected sting in Laura's chest. She clenched the muscles in her chin, to shake off the sensation.
"Laura", his voice was pleading. "Don't you remember me at all anymore? Don't you remember *us*?"
The queen could no longer suppress her rage. She was shaking, as she turned around, facing the forest behind her and addressed her guard, whom she knew well hidden between the shrubs and bushes.
"Arrest him!"
She had meant to shout, but her voice came out strangely hoarse. It didn't matter, however. The moment she uttered the words, guards and policemen sprinted over the clearing, past their queen, towards Daniel. The silence of the nightly forest was torn by the sounds of their heavy boots, and a devilish smile crossed the queen's face. This was more like it.
Then, unexpectedly, it was silent again. Her men had reached a spot on the clearing that lay just in the middle between her and her adversary -- and there, they stopped dead in their tracks, apparently unable to move one step further towards him. Like bizarre sculptures, they had frozen in whatever position their bodies had been in, when they reached that spot. More than one stood in a somewhat precarious position, as if they were about to fall over, but so far, they were not even swaying.
"What's going on? Didn't you hear me? Arrest him!"
The queen's voice was louder now, not hoarse anymore, but shrill. She shouted at her guards -- though she knew that it wasn't her *voice* they obeyed.
At first, the men did not move at all. They remained frozen in place, many of them with just one leg on the ground, as if they had turned into stone in the middle of running. Then, however, very slowly, one took a step backwards, another followed, until all of them walked backwards, their motion growing fast. They were walking away from Daniel, back towards Laura, though they hadn't turned around as yet. The queen believed to feel her heart do a little jump of fear. What was happening? How could they manage to do something directly contrary to her orders?
Looking over the meadow, she could see concentration painted onto her enemy's face. A very familiar expression of focus. He was controlling them! He was taking them away from her, robbing their minds from her circle of influence! It looked like he was planning to send her own subjects after her, their queen!
The queen took another deep breath, controlling her anger and her fear. She had to concentrate as well -- if she wanted to stand a chance, she had stay focused on the issue at hand. And for the first time in months, she was fully conscious of her power, using it willingly to bring across her orders, rather than just relying on the fact that using the pendant had become second nature to her.
Sure, every now and then there had been occasions during which she was more aware of the pendant's power, for example when she was searching for someone's mind. Establishing a mental connection to people she had already found, however, urging them to do her bidding at every moment, had become natural. She didn't have to think anymore to do this. As her power had grown, this process had moved more and more into the background. People usually followed her orders without her even realizing she had given them. To the queen, controlling every inhabitant of Leskow was not any more complicated than breathing or seeing.
Now, however, she had to use all her inner strength to push against whatever made those men move back toward her. Little pearls of sweat appeared on her brow and she was shaking slightly, when finally they stopped walking backwards, and then, slowly, one by one, took a few steps forward again, toward Daniel.
His expression grew darker. His brow furrowed in concentration. Apparently he, too, had to use more of his strength now. He had to concentrate. The men stopped again, some of them took a few tentative steps backwards. Most of them, however, stood motionless on their spot, right in the middle between Daniel and the queen. Only the slightest trembling of their arms and legs indicated that they were still flesh and blood, rather than stone, and that they were exposed to an unyielding power. The queen wondered if the men might not get crushed by the onslaught on their minds, by the strength exuding from both her and Daniel. How much of this could a human brain take, without suffering some kind of damage?
Daniel seemed to wonder about the same thing. The queen and her enemy looked at each other, and then, at the very same moment, they stopped sending the group of men against each other. For a short moment, the guards remained on their spots, as if hesitating, unsure what to do at the sudden loss of orders to follow. Then they started swaying until they sank to the ground, unconscious. In the meantime, the queen and Daniel turned around on their heels at the same time, and each left the clearing into a different direction.
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The streets of Leskow were empty, the town seemed abandoned. The queen was not quite sure how such a thing could be happening, but her subjects were disappearing one by one. Some remained, of course. Especially those men and women who were closest to the queen, her most trusted servants, did not attempt to abandon their hometown. Even they, however, sometimes stood near the shore of the lake, remaining motionless while looking out over the water towards the forest, as if they were listening to a voice calling them to the other side. As soon as their queen passed them, they trembled for a moment and then went on with their daily business, ignoring whatever was trying to draw them away from their hometown.
Too many others, however, had followed the call. Standing at the window in her room in the highest tower of the castle, the queen could sometimes see them. She watched them bathing in the lake, or walking along the shore under the trees, or wasting their time with other endeavors whose sense she did not understand. A few times the queen tried to call out to them -- with her voice and with her mind -- but to no avail.
Things couldn't go on like this. She could not allow her enemy to destroy everything she had built. She had to do something. Yet, the queen waited, she could not make up her mind. The truth was that she was afraid, though she kept telling herself that she, as queen, had no reason for fear.
As she watched the number of people on her side dwindle, however, Laura finally took up all her courage and went to face her enemy. She left her castle one evening, alone, without her guard. Somehow, it felt appropriate to be leaving the town at this late hour, alone, without anyone taking notice. She was the queen. She would solve this problem without their help: When the people of Leskow woke up the next morning, everything would be back to normal, as if *he* had never been there.
She didn't really know where to look for *him*, yet she was sure she would find him. Considering the large number of her subjects that had deserted their queen in his favor, she was sure her enemy would not even be hard to find him. He had to be hiding somewhere, after all, and the people he had called away from Leskow all were in the forest now, so the queen turned her steps there. He would not be far from those other people, she suspected.
The queen's heartbeat increased, as she entered the forest. It felt different there; something had changed since her last visit. The trees towered tall above her, swaying in a wind she had not sent over the area. Their branches and leafs blocked out what little evening light there was, and a cold breeze let her shiver in her silken dress. The forest seemed hostile, and the queen realized it didn't want her to be inside it. Laura felt lost; in fact, she did not feel like a queen here. She was a stranger, was entering someone else's areal without permission. Silent and ancient as it was, the queen felt like the forest defied her with every bit of its being. Behind each bush she suspected eyes that were watching her. The smallest sound made her jump. Still, she was alone. Neither human being, nor even an animal crossed her path, as she made her way through the forest.
Yet, the forest was not completely abandoned: Daniel was expecting her. The queen did not see him until she stood almost in front of him. Maybe it was the darkness, but the queen was sure she had not seen him even a moment before. As if he appeared suddenly, just in front of her eyes. He was sitting on a tree trunk next to the path she was walking on, smiling at her. His smile made anger rise up inside the queen again -- he dared to smile like that, as if they were friends, as if there was something between them and he was glad to finally see her again? He should bow to her, trembling in fear!
"There you are, finally", he said. It sounded like her visit was an event they had been planning for a long time, not a sudden decision of her own. Like he was expecting her just there and then, and had been waiting for a little while, because she was a bit late. He looked at her and kept smiling.
"I am here to suggest something to you. A treaty of sorts", the queen said. Her voice sounded steady and resolute, for once it did not betray the strange knots forming in her stomach, or the fact that her knees were suddenly trembling without obvious reason. Again, she pushed out her chin, to show her resolve even more clearly.
Daniel's expression grew weary, and he looked disappointed, somehow. "What kind of treaty?"
"Well", the queen started slowly. She regained control over her shaking knees and thus managed to take a few more steps towards him, until she towered high over him, looking down on Daniel and the low tree trunk he was sitting on. Daniel did not flinch or stand up to show his true height, nor did he even look up at the queen. "I think we should work together", she continued, as he was still staring down the forest path, in the direction she had come from. "Together we could soon be ruling the whole world. It seems your power is quite similar to my own."
Daniel sighed. "You don't get it, do you?" he asked her sadly.
"What am I supposed to get?" Despite herself, Laura was curious now. What was it that he wanted? She had wondered about this before -- with powers like his and her own, what was there to want? He could get anything, if he just used them right. Yet, he did not seem content with that idea.
"You have to get rid of the locket", Daniel's voice had grown beseeching. "You have to remember who you really are. It might help to remember me, remember *us*. Or, if that's not what you want, remember your parents, your friends. Just remember."
For a few short moments pictures flashed in front of the queen's inner eye, memories, and longing. Faces that were strangely familiar, smiling at her. Her parents. A childhood friend. Her and Daniel, together, walking through the forest hand in hand. Her eighteenth birthday. Then the familiar rage returned. The queen felt her face grow red. Her fists clenched, her teeth gritted, she fought to gain control over herself. When she finally answered, her voice ran shrill through the forest.
"Remember *me*? Remember the Nobody -- the Nothing -- that I used to be? Why would I want to go back to being someone everyone can take advantage of, someone who just does whatever she is told? I was born to be queen. I was born to change this town, once and for all. Why would I want to go back to being just plain old Laura?"
"Because that Laura is the person I love more than I could love anyone else", Daniel said quietly. "More than I could love even the most powerful queen in the world."
Laura felt a strange sting in her heart. For a moment, she was overwhelmed by the desire to sit down next to him, have him take her into his arms, hold her. But no! She was stronger than those desires. Those feelings were not worthy of a queen. She did not need someone else's arms; she did not need to be comforted. And what was supposed to be so special about this man? Why should she feel any preference for someone who did not want to serve the queen as he ought to, when she had so many loyal servants?
The queen stood unmoved, her arms crossed, her chin tense, her whole posture defiant. When she spoke, only a slight tremble of her voice betrayed the struggle that was raging inside her.
"If you really had loved me when I was still Laura, then you should be feeling the same for me now. You would have to love me as my people do, and you would not want to take away my locket. You would be happy for me, proud of me."
„I do still love you, Laura, even as you are now. And that is exactly why I have to destroy that horrible locket: Because I love you. If the thing is not destroyed soon, it will end up destroying you."
This time it was rage -- a much more familiar and comfortable feeling -- that made the queen's voice tremble. She stood as straight and tall as she could.
"You dare to ... You ... You will never get the locket. Only over my dead body. I will fight for it."
With another sigh, Daniel stood up. Unwillingly, Laura took a step back. He was about a head taller than her, and there was an unnerving confidence about the way he stood there, towering over her. Not defiant and angry, as she was. He was just... there. His voice, however, sounded even sadder than before.
„I had really hoped it wouldn't have to come this far, Laura", he said.
Then he lifted his right hand. The queen's eyes followed this movement, and she discovered a bracelet, sparkling on his wrist. With a start, she recognized the piece of jewelry: It was the same bracelet he had wanted to give to her -- no, to Laura, she corrected -- as a present. The bracelet he had offered her on her 18th birthday, on that fateful day so many years ago, in a different life. The bracelet that had caused their fight and subsequent break-up.
She had seen it again on his wrist after that, during the diving contest Martin had won -- but she had never gotten a clear look at the thing. It was simple -- narrow and not adorned with any gemstones, just a plain bracelet, but giving a soft silver glow that drew the eye. And -- the queen could feel it clearly now -- a strange power emanated from the thing. Not a soothing and warm force like the one her locket gave forth. No, this power was cold. Not overwhelming and ensnaring, there was something rational to it -- it seemed calculating and even brutal to the queen. The proximity of this power caused her to shiver, to tremble in fear.
Despite its simplicity, there was something breathtakingly beautiful about the bracelet; that much was true. Something, however, told the queen that this bracelet was the enemy of her locket, just as the man wearing it, Daniel, was her own enemy. She turned her gaze from the thing and looked up, right into her enemy's eyes. Daniel's face had now become dark and hard.
"Give me the locket", he demanded. His voice rang clearly through the forest; he spoke slowly, like a father addressing a disobedient child.
For a moment, the queen stared at him, her mouth open. Then she shook her head, pulled herself back to reality -- and realized that her hand had grasped for the chain on its own accord. For the chain that was hanging around her neck, the chain that carried the locket. She had already started to pull it over her head. The queen froze, stopped the motion, struggling to regain control over her own limbs. What was she doing? What kind of trickery was he using against her?
"Never!"
Before she could stop herself, the queen stomped her foot onto the ground like an angry five year old.
"Give me your bracelet, rather", she added in a demanding tone, letting all the power she could find in her mind flow through the locket, towards him, willing him to obey her order.
And to her surprise, she reached him: Daniel's hand trembled, and for the shortest fraction of a second, his expression mellowed. But apparently he had expected her attack. Within seconds, he managed to defy the queen's order and resist the power she was sending against him.
What was more: He returned the attack, sending an amount of mental force through his bracelet that almost knocked the queen off her feet, and took her breath away. She, too, however, was better prepared this time. Had she not been, she would be in his hands now. The thought sent a strange shiver down her spine -- quite different to the ones, the same thought would have caused her with anyone else, Martin or Mr. Seger. She shook off the sensation. She had to be on her feet, brace herself: Else his next attempt to gain control over her would be too strong to resist.
She managed to reflect his power, throw it back towards him. In her mind, the queen pictured him bowing in front of her, recognizing her superiority, and she put all her strength into making him do just that. Daniel did not comply. He sent his own orders towards her. For what seemed like an eternity, the two struggled soundlessly, without moving an inch, without that either was stronger than the other. Had someone seen them from afar, he would not have noticed anything other than two silent people, glaring at each other full of anger, but unwilling to attack. The effort, each of them was putting forth, was betrayed only by the pearls of sweat on their brow, only their wrinkled foreheads and thin-lipped mouths showed their deep concentration.
Suddenly, the queen's eyes widened, and a second later she jumped backwards. She managed to escape at the last moment: Without warning, a wide gash opened in the earth just at the spot where she had been standing, threatening to swallow her into its depth. In a mixture of shock and accusation she looked back up at Daniel. His face was blank, hard, without even the trace of an apology.
So he wanted to fight dirty. She could do that. The queen felt the all familiar rage well up inside her, and this time it was welcome -- it gave her the strength she needed. Her fury let heavy clouds gather on the night sky, obscuring the last bit of light that had reached the forest. Daniel was now nothing more than an outline in front of her. Not so much a person as a shadow, a vague and dark threat. And still he stood there motionless.
A low grumble announced the approaching thunder storm, heavy wind made the tree tops bow down. As the first bolt of lightning flashed down from the clouds, followed by deafening thunder, the queen could see her enemy's face clearly once more. It was pale, and no trace of his smile was left on it, only determination.
Another bolt of lightning lit up the sky, and another. Yet, as much as the queen willed them to race down from the dark clouds, towards her enemy, none of them got anywhere close to him. Somehow, Daniel managed to stop them all, divert them or change them into nothing but a flash of light. They just lit up the forest and with it his face, so that for the fraction of a second Laura could see him staring back at her, again and again. His face looked strange, and yet familiar in an unsettling way. Some of the lightning struck trees at the edges of the clearing, causing them to burst up in flames, or to be split in two, with each half falling noisily to the ground in a different direction.
The wind picked up, turning into a storm. It blew up dirt and leafs, letting them tumble through the air. As it increased in strength, it pulled out grass and smaller bushes. Finally, a wall of dust and leafs and destroyed tree branches obscured the queen's view of her enemy. Yet she knew he struggled to remain on his feet just as much as she did. The wind also carried the flames and smoke of the burning trees towards them. It made Laura cough and let her eyes sting. Blinking through the tears, the queen looked around. Only a few trees remained near her. She could barely recognize the forest anymore, and she only remained on her feet with the greatest effort. The wind was pushing against her, trying to make her fall.
The queen gritted her teeth, searching for yet another reserve of strength inside her. Her hair flew wildly in the wind, the golden clasps she had been wearing were long ripped out of it. Even her dress, her pale blue silken dress, began showing small tears as the wind relentlessly tried to rip it off her body. Clenching her fists, the queen fought back. Struggling, yet without moving an inch from her place. This was her kingdom, this was her specialty -- she would not let her enemy defeat her with her own weapons.
Yet she had to draw forth every bit of concentration she could find in her mind, before she finally managed to calm down the wind. Finally, it turned into a softer breeze, and finally disappeared. With it, the fires died down. The forest was silent now, that the roaring of wind and fire had gone.
As the smoke dissipated, the queen could see more clearly again. The night had passed, the first rays of the morning sun appeared at the horizon, shedding their red light on the image of destruction that surrounded the two enemies. The sun's color reminisced of coals glowing on the ground, the sole remains of what once had been proud tall trees surrounding the clearing.
The fight had lasted many hours. The queen, however, felt as exhausted as if she had been fighting for centuries. She could barely remember the details of the battle, and she had trouble staying on her feet. Her head hurt, and in this short moment of rest, she felt thirst burn in her throat. She could not go on much longer, it was too much. Yet, giving up, giving in to her enemy was out of the question. He wanted to destroy her, destroy everything she stood for, and take from her the very essence of her power. No, the queen thought. She had to find a way to end all this on *her* terms. She knew she could not get Daniel under her control. Each time she wanted to get him under the locket's influence he just seemed to be getting stronger. There had to be a different way.
The queen looked around at the remains of the forest. Some of the strongest trees of the area were still standing; they had resisted the onslaught of their battle. And a few of them towered right behind her enemy. Neither the storm nor the relentless flames had managed to harm those trees -- even though the flying ashes blackened their few remaining leafs. Their roots, however, held on to the ground, digging deep enough into the earth to resist the strongest wind. And their branches and twigs remained unbroken. This could work... Daniel stood a bit far from those trees, unfortunately, but if she could manage to distract him somehow...
"And why in the world, do you think, should I give you my locket -- to you of all people? Do you even realize how much you hurt me back when you just dumped me? On my birthday no less?"
The queen's voice rang through the silent forest. When Daniel heard her speak, his expression changed. He looked almost glad. Apparently this was a topic he wanted to discuss -- or maybe he was just as tired of fighting as she, the queen, was. He answered eagerly, and while he spoke, the queen took great care to keep her eyes locked with his, to make him think she was fully immersed in their conversation. Only her mind, unnoticeable for any outside observer, was concentrated on something else. She focused it on the trees at the far end of the clearing. Despite the queen's interested expression, Daniel's words barely registered in her brain. Only after several moments had passed did she understand what he said -- and then, it was already too late.
"You are the one who broke up with me, don't you remember?" he asked her. "You were mad at me for no reason. But it wasn't really you, you weren't being yourself. Remember when I found the bracelet? And I wanted to give it to you? You didn't want it; you wanted me to throw it away, to destroy it. I think the locket made you do that. It was already here then, hidden somewhere. I believe it was because..."
Bang!
The sound of the large tree's branch colliding with the back of Daniel's head echoed through the forest. On the orders of the queen, the tree had bowed over the clearing and knocked the young man over with a sudden strong blow. For a short moment, Daniel's eyes met hers. They were wide open, surprised -- and hurt, not only by physical pain. Then he sank to the ground slowly and remained there motionless.
Silence returned to the forest. The battle was over. The animals that had fled the fire, however, did not return. Even the wind had calmed down completely. If there had been a breeze, however, most trees did not carry leafs it could have rustled. The highway, whose distant roar could usually be heard on quiet days, seemed devoid of cars.
The queen stood quietly at her place, looking down on her enemy's body. There was no reason for her to speak, there was no reason for any sound to be heard, there was no one there, other than her and her enemy's lifeless body -- yet in the silence, it seemed, there was a lingering memory of Daniel's voice. The queen believed to still hear his words echoing between the fallen trees and the shredded grass and bushes. And this echo just made the silence stronger, more acute.
The queen stepped closer to her enemy. Still, he did not move, did not react to her proximity. The position in which he lay on the ground seemed strangely twisted and uncomfortable. As she looked down onto his motionless body, a satisfied smile curled her royal lips. The sweet taste of victory let her momentarily forget the destruction around her, her own exhaustion, the violence of the battle.
As the seconds turned into minutes, however, and the silence in the forest and Daniel's immobility prevailed, the smile froze on her face. The longer she stood there, the less Laura felt like the victor. Her heart started beating faster, as she took in the scene with different eyes: Like awakening from a bad dream, just to realize that the dream had become reality. As much as she stared down at Daniel, there was not the tiniest twitch of any of his muscles, or even a sign of a shallow breath. Did that mean he was ...? That was not what she had wanted!
Laura fell down to her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks -- the moisture felt strange in her face, the sting unfamiliar in her eyes. She could not remember when she had last cried. Still, the pain was familiar. It wasn't the pain a queen would feel, but the pain of 18 year old Laura. The pain of a young girl who, an eternity ago, was sitting on her usual chair at school at that first day of the school year, trying to come to terms with having lost the person who mattered most in her world... No -- this was not like that horrible day so many years ago, after she had broken up with Daniel. This was a thousand times worse. Back then, at least, he had continued existing. Back then, not all was yet lost. A loud wailing sound broke through Laura's lips, sharing her pain with anyone who might be near enough to hear. She knew, however, that there was no one there to hear. She was alone.
Suddenly, without knowing why, Laura thought of her mother. Thought of her worried face when her own behavior started changing. Thought of waking up in the hospital and learning that ... This new pain let yet more tears stream down her face. Tears she had held back for too long. Soon, she was not sure anymore what exactly she was crying for -- too many memories, and all of them painful, flooded her mind.
Shaking, and unable to hold herself upright any longer, Laura fell forward, covering Daniel's lifeless body. His face was only a blur to her eyes, as tears obscured her view. Still, she believed to make out that his lips looked as warm and inviting as they had looked so many years ago. Or was it just the memory of his kisses that made her see them so clearly? Her heart was gripped by a longing that seemed to tear her apart. There was only one hope at a remedy: Slowly, carefully, yet unable to resist the temptation, she approached her face to his, covering his mouth with her own.
Then, however, a golden glow distracted her: The locket, hanging down from the chain around her neck, swung back and forth right above Daniel's face. For a few moments, Laura stared at it. Reflecting the light of the rising sun, the little piece of jewelry emitted a mesmerizing sparkle. It seemed to call out to her, taunting her, tempting her.
This stupid thing was at fault for all her misery! It had destroyed her life! With one firm movement Laura grabbed the necklace and pulled it over her head. Then she hesitated. What to do with it? On Daniel's wrist, the shining bracelet seemed to reflect the locket's glow. That bracelet was part of it too, she realized. And again, just as on her 18th birthday, so many years ago, Laura felt rage at the sight of the thing. A different rage, however -- a rage against herself and against the locket as much as against the bracelet. Rage against the magic that had intruded into the completely ordinary life of her hometown. Evil magic that had destroyed her life and taken the people she loved most from her. There was only one option, only one path she could take now.
Her hand shaking, Laura took the bracelet from Daniel's limp arm. For a moment she looked down at the two shining objects inside her hand -- one pulsating hot, the other very cold -- then she closed her fist around them and stood up.
Standing next to Daniel's lifeless body, Laura looked around in surprise: Only now she discovered that she was standing quite close to the shore of Lake Leskow. She did not remember them moving during their fight, leaving the narrow forest trail they had met on. But then -- who could know with a battle as violent as theirs, with a storm as strong as the one surrounding them? And now that she thought about it, they had been at the forest clearing at some point too. There were so many parts of the past night that Laura barely remembered; that were nothing more than a blur of wind and blazing fire and blinding fury.
The bracelet and the locket still clutched tightly in her hand, which was tingling slightly from the contrasting sensation of heat and cold, she walked slowly but unhesitatingly towards the water. Once she reached the shore, Laura pulled back her arm to gain leverage and throw the two wretched things as far into the lake as she could... With a quiet "plop", both pieces of jewelry submerged into the water at quite a distance from Laura and quickly sank down into the dark depths of Lake Leskow. Laura stared at the wide circles the lake formed at the place where they had hit the water. She never wanted to see either of those two things again.
For a few moments, she stood still at the edge of the lake, looking out over the water that was sparkling in the light of the early morning. Then she turned around and went back to Daniel. She lay down on the forest floor, barely registering that the grass was moist from the morning dew, she cuddled closer to his lifeless body and closed her eyes.
He was still warm; it was easy to imagine he was still alive. Laura almost believed to feel him breathe, to hear the slow beating of his heart. And then, causing her own heartbeat to increase, his leg twitched. And then his fingers, his arm. This was real! He was moving, stirring. Laura did not dare to open her eyes to look at him, as his arm slowly lifted and placed itself around her shoulders, pulling her closer to his chest. If this was just a dream after all, she did not want to risk waking up.
His other arm moved now too: As he held her close, his hand stroked up her back tenderly, until it reached her head. There, he took a strand of her hair and twirled it around his finger. He started caressing her head gently, while she remained still, her head resting on his chest, listening to the beat of his heart.
They remained lying on the forest floor for a long time; for hours, it seemed to Laura. But time was of no importance. Nothing mattered, as long as she was lying here, in Daniel's arms. She kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the rise and fall of his chest in the slow rhythm of his breath, and on his fingers playing with strands of her hair.
Steadily, the sun rose higher into the sky, warming the little clearing in the forest. Small waves splashed against the lake's shore, their sounds forming a peaceful song together with the slight breeze stirring the tree tops. Life had returned to the forest, now that the battle was over and forgotten. Laura could hear birds singing nearby -- and suddenly she wondered whether she had heard their song at all during the last months. She could not remember, but she was almost sure that they had been silent for a long time.
Daniel uttered a little sigh -- not a sigh of sadness or worry, but the kind of sigh a person might make when they are completely happy and do not want the moment to pass. His voice sounded as warm as the sunshine, as soft as the grass they were lying on.
Then, finally, before she could stop herself, Laura opened her eyes and lifted her head, so she could look at Daniel. Holding her breath, half expecting to find herself awoken from a wonderful dream and back to the cruel reality of a half-destroyed forest and a motionless corpse. But there he was, his eyes open and meeting hers. His hand had followed her movement; his fingers were still stroking her hair. Slowly, his lips formed a smile. He looked younger, less tired and less weary. All the sadness had gone from his eyes.
"Laura", he said. Just her name, nothing else. The sound of her name reminded Laura of something, of a different day, when he said her name in the same tone -- but her brain refused to draw the connection.
His voice was slightly hoarse, probably from lying there silently for such a long time. He lifted his head too, and suddenly his face was right in front of hers. Laura felt his breath, his warmth, felt her own heartbeat increase. A thousand questions formed in her mind, but the touch of his soft lips on hers made her forget them all. She only wanted to be with him now, here, in this moment. She just wanted to be happy he was here with her, without questioning it. If this really was nothing more than a dream, she never wanted to wake up again.
Their kiss grew more hungry, their tongues searching for each other, at first playing with each other teasingly, then more fervently, trying to hold on to each other. Laura could taste him, smell him, she felt his teeth occasionally scraping her lips as passion overtook him, she heard another one of his sighs -- and this time it was one of pleasure.
At the same time, Daniel's hands started exploring the curves of Laura's body. His touch was tender, almost careful at first, but like his kiss it grew more and more demanding. Despite this, however, his hands remained above her clothes; his fingers did not touch her skin directly, though Laura could feel the hunger with which he pulled her body against his own. It was her then, who first dared to grab a little corner of his shirt and pull it out of where it was tucked into his jeans. Carefully, almost shyly, she then explored his soft skin with her fingertips. This innocent touch seemed enough to make Daniel's breath go faster. His own fingers now also searched entry under Laura's shirt, though he only dared to stroke softly up and down her back -- Laura had the impression that he did not want to overwhelm her; that he wanted to give her the time to progress as slowly as she wanted.
After a little while, however, Daniel broke their kiss, so he could sit up and take off his shirt completely. She marveled at the sight of his strangely youthful body and his smooth, healthy skin -- he did not look like someone who had spent months hiding out in the forest. And he looked more like the 19 year old boy he had once been than like the man the past years had made of him. Daniel smiled at her expression of amazement, and she returned the smile.
When Daniel gave Laura a questioning look, she understood and nodded: She would let him help her out of her T-shirt as well -- for a moment it occurred to Laura that at sunrise she had still been wearing the expensive garment of a queen; that, indeed, she had not dressed with jeans and a T-shirt in years -- but this was just a fleeting thought. This was not the time and place to wonder about such details. Instead, the girl turned to the side, to give him better access to the clasp of her bra.
As the small piece of fabric fell to the ground, Laura turned back to him. He contemplated her bare upper body, an expression of rapt amazement on his face. To her surprise, Laura felt that this made her blush, and at the same time she enjoyed feeling his eyes on her and the marvel with which he contemplated her more than all admiration the queen's subjects had ever expressed. No one had ever looked at her quite like that. Like he could barely believe she was really there.
Slowly, almost hesitatingly and yet unable to stop himself, Daniel raised his hand to run his fingertips over her tender flesh. Laura put her arms around his neck, pulled him closer, back into a tight embrace. As they started kissing again, they sank back down to the ground, Daniel on top of Laura. She felt the touch of his skin against her own. She wanted to be as close to him as she could, feel his warmth as best she could, the reassuring beat of his heart, the weight of his body. Her hands moved up and down his back; hugging him and pulling him against her.
Automatically, her legs opened, inviting him to lie between them. Through the fabric of their jeans, she could feel his manhood against her sex. A strange feeling swept through her body: Joy, excitement, and also fear -- she was as anxious as eighteen year old Laura had once been, so many years ago, during a pick nick that had taken place on this very same spot in the forest. She felt as giddy as a young girl knowing that soon she would make love for the first time, with the boy who had been her first love, and with whom she planned to spend her life...
She felt like that Laura again. Like the young girl, who had been naïve but also full of hope -- and not anymore like the other, the grown up Laura, the queen. That queen, who believed to have passed through all life could offer her, who had seen the deepest and darkest sides of humankind, had disappeared. Her enemy, full of sadness and willing to fight for the freedom of the world, was gone as well. They were nothing more than two young people in love, lying on a small clearing in the forest, near the lake: They were only Laura and Daniel.
Daniel was lying on top of Laura, and she felt the weight of his body on hers. Not heavy and uncaring, like Martin. Daniel took great care not to hurt her, propping his body up on one of his arms. Feeling the warmth of his body was comforting, reassuring. After a while he turned to his side, loosening the tight connection between their bodies, to be able to run his hands along her smooth skin.
Growing more daring, he took advantage of the better access his hand had now to her breasts. He let his fingers explore the firm flesh, though his touch remained tender and the expression of adoration remained on his face -- just to crush his lips against Laura's again the next moment, overtaken by desire, rolling back on top of her body and instinctively rotating his crotch against hers.
Once or twice, his hands approached that same area. With shaking fingers he fumbled a bit on the fly of her jeans without much success. Then he let go again, running his hands back up her body, as if he was unsure of whether she would allow him to proceed. In a way, this surprised Laura: Hours ago, when she was still the queen, and he was still her enemy, she would never have thought of him as a shy person.
Now, however, it was not only Laura who seemed to be a different person from the one she had become in the last years -- Daniel, as well, behaved more like an excited and somewhat shy nineteen year old. It was difficult to see the weary and disillusioned man in him that he had been when the two of them met at the clearing mere hours ago.
In the end, it was Laura who made up her mind and reached for the fly of his jeans -- had he really been wearing those earlier? Those same old, worn out jeans that were so familiar to her, the ones he had liked best years ago, in their old life? She opened the top button with trembling fingers, before pulling down the zipper. Daniel helped her as she pushed the jeans down. Laura used her hands for this task as long as she could reach without getting up from the forest ground, then she went on using her feet to help him get rid of the superfluous piece of clothing. When that did not work anymore either, he sat up to take them off completely, and Laura got a good view of him, wearing only his underwear, which showed a very visible bulge. After a moment's hesitation, Daniel took off that last piece of clothing as well, and his manhood sprang proudly into freedom.
Laura had seen many of those during the last years, yet to her surprise the sight of Daniel's manhood made her blush again, made heat rise in her body. Now, that she saw him naked, that she knew what they were going to do, she felt excited and giddy -- and also a little nervous.
Daniel leaned back over her and kissed her. Then he helped Laura out of her own jeans. When she finally was lying completely naked in front of him, on the forest floor, shivering slightly despite the warmth of the morning sun, he remained sitting up: He could not help but stay like that for a little while, savoring that moment of looking down at her and admiring the perfect curves of her body, taking in the view he had been longing for, for so many years. Even though her expensive gowns, her jewelry and everything else was gone, the way he looked at her made Laura feel like she was the most beautiful woman on earth.
After a little while, he lay down again next to her and their lips met once more. After a fervent kiss, his mouth left hers to find its way along her neck -- feeling the vibrations of her throat as she moaned under the touch of his tongue -- and further down to her breasts. There, he stayed for a while, letting the tip of his tongue circle her nipples, finally taking each between his lips in turn, sucking on them, letting his tongue flick against the hardening buds, while Laura's moans of pleasure filled the clearing.
Then his tongue continued its journey downward, and Daniel moved around to settle between her legs. For another moment he sat up, and took his time to gaze at the object of all his desires, on his face an expression of adoration.
Then Daniel settled down as comfortably as he could, and slowly approached her pussy with his face. Laura could feel his breath, before she felt his tongue, exploring the area, parting her labia until it reached her most sensitive spot, tracing around it in circles that grew smaller and smaller. Then, finally, he flicked his tongue right over the little nub and Laura drew in breath sharply, while pushing up her pelvis, to make herself more accessible to his attentions. And Daniel definitely appreciated this -- he delved into his task even more eagerly.
This was different to anything Laura had felt in her entire life -- Daniel wasn't following her orders, he wasn't reacting to any little thought she had, but acting out of his own accord. Yet he was not turning her into his toy either -- he wanted to pleasure *her*, and not because he had to, but because this was truly his wish. This alone was more than Laura had dreamt to be ever possible in her life, and the knowledge that Daniel *wanted* to make her happy was more exhilarating than anything she had ever experienced.
The men and women with whom Laura had spent the nights in her royal bed in the castle had always done exactly what she wanted. Any motion of their tongues had been perfectly tuned to what Laura thought she needed at that moment. Direct touch or indirect, little or much pressure, slow, savoring motions or a fast flicking of the tongue... In a way, it had not been much different from pleasuring herself.
Daniel, on the other hand, had to experiment. He had to read Laura's reactions, the quickening of her breath, her moans, the involuntary movements of her hips, to figure out what she liked most -- and he was very eager to learn.
Sure, it had never taken Laura long to come when one of her subjects was giving her this kind of attention. Now it took her a lot longer to reach that highest point of her lust. In fact, every now and then, Daniel would pause at a moment when she just felt she was close; to shift his body a bit, to find a more comfortable position. Then again, Laura was not quite sure whether he might not be doing so on purpose, to keep her on the edge. More than once a certain frustration mixed into the lust of her moans -- and yet, she wanted this never to stop.
And then, when she finally came, her orgasm swept through her body with a force she had not been able to even imagine before. The explosion that shook her, seemed to wipe out all memories, all awareness, and when it finally ebbed away, only small waves making her tremble every now and then, Laura still needed minutes to open her eyes and remember where or who she was.
Daniel gave her the time she needed to catch her breath again, holding her tightly in his arms. Then he leaned over her to kiss her. Laura could taste her own juices on his lips, and as he crushed his body against hers, she felt the proof of his arousal hard and erect like an exclamation mark, pressing against the entrance of her sex. The desire to feel him inside of her, to take in his full length and become one with him, suddenly grew overwhelming, and again Laura lifted her hips involuntarily, as if to offer herself to him, to urge him to enter her already.
But Daniel took his time. For quite a while he kissed her, his kiss growing more fervent at times, then again becoming tender and careful. The tip of his manhood was in constant touch with Laura's expectant sex, but never quite in reach, teasing her, but not entering her.
Then, finally, when she thought she could not take this any longer, he started to carefully push. Her pussy took him in eagerly, letting him slide into the wet cave. As soon as the head of his penis was engulfed inside her, he paused again, as if he had met some invisible resistance. Laura rotated her hips, trying to get him to continue. But Daniel first kissed her one more time, before he entered her completely with one strong thrust -- and for a short moment a stinging pain cursed through Laura's body. She opened her eyes and looked at him in surprise. Daniel kissed her again. He held still now, waiting for the pain to retreat, and for her to get used to the feeling of having him inside her. Only when he was sure that she was ready, he started to move inside her, in slow, careful thrusts.
Never in her life had Laura felt so close to someone, so vulnerable and yet so safe. And never had she been as much just in the moment, without worrying about the past or the future. The world around her, the forest, her memories of the past years, her fears and her pride -- all seemed to disappear. The whole world consisted only of Daniel and of herself, nothing else mattered anymore.
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When Laura awoke, she was still lying on the soft forest floor, Daniel's arms around her. He was asleep; his breath was steady and calming. Laura felt as if she had become years younger. She felt strong and happier than she had imagined possible. Everything was perfect. Well, not quite, she corrected after a moment: A few ants had found their way just to the place the two of them were resting. They were the reason she had woken up in the first place. Yet, this was such a small thing, and no reason to be any less happy. After all, there was no problem in waking up: No fear of the coming day, only the certitude that it would be another day spent with Daniel.
The feeling of happiness seemed to fill out every last corner of Laura's mind as she lay there with him, and it did not subside when they finally got up and got dressed, or when they left the forest, walking hand in hand, back towards Leskow.
The afternoon sun shone down on them from a bright blue summer sky. Some birds sang in the trees, and the smell of warm sand and slightly dry grass filled the air. So how could they not be happy, approaching an idyllic little town such as Leskow? Walking along a quiet road on the slightly crooked pavement, passing the neat little houses of the suburbs, wandering underneath trees that carried the green and cool shade of the forest into town. In the well-kept little gardens flowers were blossoming brightly, and people sat on their terraces with coffee and cake, enjoying the Sunday afternoon. The happy laughter of children climbing trees or sitting on swings competed with the chirping of birds.
True, the closer they got the centre of the little town, the more these idyllic scenes were disturbed by the noise of some cars, the sound of broken glass creaking under their shoes, or the view of graffiti on a wall here or there. But these things did not truly destroy the atmosphere. Rather, they added to it, made it real, made it tangible, Laura thought. This was not the perfect fantasy of a queen who had quenched all life out of the small town. This was what Leskow was like.
At some point, as they were walking along one of the busier streets in Leskow's suburbs, they passed a wall full of little posters. It was covered in several layers of bright pieces of paper that seemed to be sticking to all available spaces at this time of year. All the festivals and fairs and big shopping events had to be announced, after all.
On this particular wall, one colorful poster dominated. Laura had seen similar posters before, during the years of her youth: It announced the Leskow Castle Festival in September, the diving contest and everything else that was part of the big spectacle. An elderly couple stood in front of that poster, in deep discussion about the upcoming celebrations.
Walking by, Laura caught a few words that made her stop and listen. Daniel had caught on too, and they both stood there and listened, pretending to be interested in the text of a different poster that was announcing a big concert in the town's main church.
"Yes, my grandma always told me that legend, when I was little", the old woman was just saying. "Today barely anyone knows about it anymore, they don't even have anything about it in the museum of local history. I asked and I kept telling them that this is part of our heritage, but of course they won't listen to me..."
"So the legend says a wizard let the castle sink down into the lake?" the man interrupted her.
"Well, not just any wizard. As the story goes, he was a powerful man in this area, but his people were the queen's enemies. Yet, the legend says they had fallen in love with each other. Except, he still didn't agree with her reign. She wasn't exactly cruel, but she gave the people too little freedom. And when he could not get her to see reason in any way, he finally saw no other solution than to let her and her whole court and castle sink down into the lake. The legend says he disappeared on the same day, maybe because he could not go on living without her. But," the woman's voice grew excited, this seemed to be her favorite part of the story, "my grandma was convinced that they returned once every one hundred years, and that during their time back in Leskow the queen would always try to regain her old power, while the wizard would try once again to make her see reason. And their struggle can only be resolved when they recognize their love for each other."
The man laughed.
"That is a great story! Though I wouldn't put it past your grandma to have invented it herself. As far as I remember her, she had quite an imagination, didn't she?" The woman nodded in agreement, as the man continued. "And as far as I know, they never found any indication whatsoever that there used to be a castle here. Neither archaeological finds, nor any mention in old documents. I would suppose the festival has just been named after the legend, if your grandma hasn't come up with all of that by herself. Or they just needed a nice title for the celebration. Sounds much more likely than there being a real castle."
His wife nodded again. "You are right, I suppose. But I still like the legend. What's life without stories?"
Laughing, the two old people turned away from the poster and walked on, down the street. Laura and Daniel remained alone in front of the little garage wall. Laura took Daniel's hand and smiled up at him. He returned her smile, as they started walking on in the opposite direction of that the old couple had taken.
They continued their way towards town, where they knew that Laura's parents were waiting for them, probably preparing a nice meal for dinner -- it was their daughter's eighteenth birthday after all. And they still had a few days of summer vacation left before school started again. They were planning to enjoy those days as best as they could. | literotica |
Title: Double Switch Ch. 19
Tags: love story
*A Note to the reader:
Double Switch is a full length novel with a Prologue, an Epilogue and 18 chapters. So it will take a commensurate time to read. It is erotic in places but not on every page or even in every chapter. So, a little patience is necessary. It is a love story, actually three love stories. I hope you will be rewarded for your time and trouble.
To understand the story, you need to read the Prologue first. So, look it up under my name in the Author Index before proceeding with this Chapter.
All of the major characters are completely fictional and bear no resemblance to actual people, living or dead.
Incidentally, Literotica calls the Prologue, Chapter 1. So, the Epilogue you see here will be listed as Chapter 20.*
**Epilogue**
The four sat on the patio of the lodge, reliving the events of twenty-nine years before; events which took place only a mile up the lake in the little cottage, now long gone and replaced by modern condominiums.
Sue continued relating the tale of what had taken place that weekend, a subject not discussed by any of them for nearly thirty years.
"Remember, after we decided we needed to catch up on things rather than play bridge, Sally and I sat out on the swing on the little porch, talking and finishing off the daiquiris. We started reminiscing about how we used to fool people as to which one of us was which, and wondered if we could still pull it off. Besides Frank, ever since I had heard Sally brag about you, I had fantasized about you." She failed to mention the short peek she snuck of Frank's equipment she had managed in the back seat of the car so long ago, fearing it might upset her husband.
"I must admit to having been curious about you too, Ernest", Sally broke in.
In the darkness, they didn't observe Ernest's countenance redden, as it was inclined to do years before. But, he could feel the blood rushing to his face.
"So," Sue continued. "We decided we'd play a little joke on both of you, and satisfy our fantasies and curiosities at the same time. We were both still on the pill, so we concluded there would be no consequences."
"Let's just come out and say it", Sally broke in. "We switched bedrooms on you two that night."
Both Frank and Ernest gasped in unison.
"It was dark in the bedrooms, and neither of you ever knew the difference" Sally added.
"How did you manage that?, Frank asked, still breathless. "You weren't dressed alike. How did you get through the living room, without us noticing?"
"We would have noticed you going into the wrong rooms," Ernest added, forming his words with difficulty. "Besides we kissed goodnight!"
"As drunk as we were, we thought of that," Sue replied. "We changed clothes out beside the cottage, before we came inside. Then we came inside, kissed the appropriate husband, and went into each other's bedroom. Then, we got undressed, turned out the light and got into bed."
"And waited", Sally added, with a giggle.
"I must say, I got my money's worth. Frank, you were superb, just as I had always fantasized you'd be," Sue injected. "Sally's a lucky girl - not that I'm complaining."
"After all these years, I can say the same thing about you, Ernest. I told Sue the next morning she was a lucky girl indeed."
"We're both lucky girls", Sue added. "Although I don't think the term 'girls' describes us any longer. After all, I *am* a grandmother. And, I'm sure it won't be long before Sally is too. But completing the story, the next morning, we talked it over and swore to never do it again."
"We also decided we'd never mention it to you guys," Sally added, which we didn't for all these years. But now, after twenty-nine years, and in the spirit of getting together and talking over old times, we've finally broken our oath of silence."
"I guess you could say we're finally coming clean," Sue concluded.
Frank and Ernest exchanged looks, which, to both sisters seemed odd in the light of the information they had just imparted. They might have expected looks of shock, disbelief or even disgust. But, what they saw was more like relief, even mirth. Frank's reaction didn't seem like him at all. And, the two twin sisters were particularly surprised Ernest would take such news in the manner he was.
Moments later, both brothers erupted into uproarious laughter.
"What's so damn funny?", Sue inquired as their laughter began to subside.
"Yeah, we thought you would be shocked or angry or something, not rolling in the isles," Sally added.
"Well," Frank said, finally composing himself. "The joke's on *all* of us."
"Whatda mean by that?" Sally asked. "What're you talking about?"
Ernest just sat stunned, but Frank pressed on to explain. But first, looking straight at his brother's wife,
"I gotta ask. Did you have sex in that bedroom that night?"
"Why would you even ask such a question, Frank?" Sue responded. "You know very well we did. And, as I said before, your were superb. Don't tell me, you found me so un-memorable that you have to ask such a question. That's what we set out to do - to sample each other's mate."
"And we both did", Sally broke in. "You were delightful, Ernest," she added with a snicker.
Frank and Ernest shot each other more looks that the two wives could not interpret.
"Frank, you never said anything happened," Ernest said in an almost pleading tone.
"I'll remind you that you didn't either, little brother."
"You merely said we should never discuss the matter again," Ernest quickly responded. "I was happy to agree."
"What are you guys talking about?" Sue asked, showing increasing interest in this developing conversation.
"What I'm saying," Frank finally said, "is that Ern and I played the same trick on you, that you played on us that night. We decided you had gotten away with confusing people too many times and the time had come to give you a dose of your own medicine. But, unlike your nefarious plans, we didn't plan to *do* anything - merely sleep. Then, we were going to tell you the next morning that you had slept with the other's husband and didn't even know it."
"But when I went into the other bedroom," Ernest broke in, I tried to get into bed very quietly, but I was practically raped. In spite of myself, I couldn't resist. During that past year, after meeting and marrying Sue, all my normal male reactions, I had repressed for a long time, had finally come to the fore. So, in spite of myself, I couldn't help but go along with what was happening, though I knew it was wrong. I thought I was with Sally and I didn't want to admit to Frank the next morning, that I'd had sex with his wife. The memory of that night has haunted me for past twenty-nine years!" Ernest concluded.
"I had exactly the same experience," Frank injected. "I wasn't about to tell Ern that Sue and I had actually done anything. I merely said I had changed my mind about telling you two of our little joke the next day. Instead, I advised him that we never speak of it again. I was a little surprised when Ern agreed so readily. But, now I know why. Or maybe, I wasn't surprised. I had to talk him into the whole thing. Shy little brother here, almost backed out at the last minute."
"Now, I'm glad I didn't," Ernest broke in.
"That means, we're not 'swingers' after all", Sue said. "I've always felt a little guilty about that night too, and now I find I was swinging with my own husband, and sister Sally was doing likewise with hers."
"But, think what would have happened if Ern *had* backed out. We *would've* been swingers."
"I still can't believe it," Sally responded. "Through all those years, I've always been a little ashamed we did anything like that." I would think about it a little, every time Frank and I made love."
"I've thought about it a lot," Ernest said. "I was really upset with myself for actually doing anything like that. But, as I said, I couldn't resist, and I was afraid to say anything. I concluded that I'd never be able to explain why I was in the wrong bedroom. I've been ashamed of myself ever since."
"Well, no harm done," Sue said, "except for the varying degrees of guilt all of us have carried all these years.
"But, we seemed to have lived through it," added Sally. Between us, there are seven lovely children to prove it"
"Say," Sue exclaimed. Since we didn't succeed the first time, want to try again?"
"Not a chance," was the chorus of three that met her suggestion.
"I didn't think so," she said. "Just kidding. I guess all of us are long past any such antics."
Frank and Sally exchanged looks, and started to get up from their chairs. "See you in the morning," Sally announced. "I think Frank and I will head for bed," she added taking her husband by the hand.
I don't know what you two are going to do once you get there, sister and brother-in-law dear, but I'm going to take my sexy husband up to our room and fuck his brains out.
"Come on, Ernie dear."
As he rose from his seat, Ernest blushed. | literotica |
Title: A short Time by Kyanite Skydiamond
Tags: Canine, Female, Human, Humanoid, Male, Near Future, Sci-Fi, Space, Trouble, Wolf
Beep... Beep... Beep... The console in front a young humanoid male wolf keep making that sound, he yawned and leaned forward to get a better view the screen. Four screens showed him basically anything that might hit the ship or the ship might encounter. That was a problem with flying in space, there is more than one direction to worry about. Most things that drift through space is just small rock or things that the shields on a ship can deal with, but the thing that tripped the scanners off was something bigger than a rock and was giving off some kind of old distress single.
"Michael, please tell me it's not another big metal rock again?" Called a middle man from the captain's chair. Alexander Flint was second in command of the ship. Him, Michael and few others made up the second shift *'Hermes'*. It was an odd name for a ship, but the captain felt that it was more than fitting for a ship like theirs. The crew called themselves privateers, but everyone else called them pirates.
"Afraid not sir. It's giving off some sort of distress single."
"Do we know who they might be?"
"No, sir. It's nothing like what's on file." Michael turn to look over at Alexander waiting to see what they should do. Alexander let out a long sigh and got up to stand next to Michael. His trained eye give the screens a quick glance before tapping his comm badge.
"Bridge to transport room 2. Is anyone alive down there?" There was a few seconds before com beep and a rough voice came through.
"Oh, yeah. We all died in a horrible explosion."
"It's nice to hear you too, James."
"What'd be need en?"
"I need you transport in an object that is just a little ways in front of the ship. Think you can handled it or do I need to send wolfy down to help you?" Alexander grinned over at Michael as James yelled over the com.
"I don't need that mutt down here making a muck of things. Jeez, it be in cargo bay one waiting for ya to take a look." Alexander and James took Michael into their little group as a way to keep the only new guy ever to join the crew in ages safe. They would every now and again give him a hard time, but when it came to the transport. James doesn't even let the captain touch it.
Alexander tapped Michael on the shoulder and motion for him to follow. Michael followed behind as they walked down the many hallways and lefts to the cargo hold. It doesn't take long, the ship wasn't the biggest out there. James was standing by the door waiting for him. He was broad shouldered cat morph with a few scars across his face. His hair was a sold shade of gray, he told everyone who asked how old he was that he always had gray hair because his body already knew of the stress he would face ahead of him. The ship records said that he was nearing sixty.
He greeted them as the door open for them to walk in. Michael never really like the cargo holds, saying that they always felt like they were thirty degrees colder than the rest of the ship. Everyone else would told him to shut up and that he had a fur coat. The cargo hold was a massive room and right dead middle of the room was a metal object that Michael had found on the scanner.
"Is that what I was picking up on?" Michael rush over to the object to look it over. The other two chatted between themselves as they joined him. The object looked like it could hold someone on the inside. It was a kind of round tube with a glass window that was in crusted with ice. As Michael started to study it, there was a steady beeping coming from it before there was a loud hiss and the face that was toward him slowly open up.
Inside was a human girl, barely clothed just enough to cover. She had long blond hair that was just past her shoulders, which nicely framed her face. One thing that drew his eyes was a tattoo on her right arm, it was a barcode. He was to focus on that to notice that she was slowly waking up. Michael was wondering if that tattoo might be helpful for something. There was a scream before he found an arm being pressed into his larynx and his back being slammed into a nearby create.
"Who and what are you?" Came a sweet and yet mad voice. Michael was kind of taken aback as he realized that it was coming from the girl.
"I'm Michael Blackfoot and I'm a wolf." The words were a little muffled due to his air pipe being pressed on. The girl keep her eyes focused on his before she give a little cough and blood landed on his shirt and her sky blue eyes rolled to the back of her head. The weight she had on his larynx was gone as she fell to the floor. Michael eyes grew wide and his fingers tapped at his comm badge. "Michael to Med bay. Need two to beam their directly. Now!"
Before Alexander and James could get to him, Michael and the girl were gone in the sparkly light of being transported. They didn't linger in the cargo hold, they turn tail and rush the many decks to get to the medical bay.
Michael and the girl reappeared in the middle of med bay. The only doctor on the ship rushed over to them and wasted no time getting the girl on med table. Something came out the side of the table and started to shine a light down on her and the doctor was looking at the screen that was beside the bed.
Michael just stood back, knowing better than to be in the way. Last time he was in the way the doctor yelled at him and even after everything was done, the doctor want back to yelling about how it was not safe for him or the patient. The table made a few beeps and the light thing want back into the table.
"Is she going to be alright?" Michael made to move closer before the doctor held up a hand to stop him as he grabbed something from the table and jabbed it into the girls arm. The doctor turn around to face Michael. The doctor was about the same age as Alexander, but without the full head of hair.
"I assure you. She will be fine, just be glad you got her here when you did."
"What do you mean, Doc?"
"I will keep it simple for you. She had something we haven't seen in over three hundred years and was in the last stages of the illness. I would say she may have had another thirty minutes before it would have stopped all culler functions. But it was nothing to cure." Doc smiled, happy that he was able to something besides making sure crew didn't lose a limb. Michael was about to ask him something, but Doc cut him off. "It was cured little over a hundred years ago."
Michael just nodded his head and looked over to the girl. The tattoo was still bugging him. Why did this girl have one of a barcode? "Doc, do you think you could get me a image of that tattoo on her right arm for me?" Doc glared at him and shocked his head.
"Sorry, but I can't do that. If you really need to know more about the girl, just come back when she wakes up." Doc's words were firm and Michael knew there was no way of getting the doctor to change his mind on the matter. Doc said it was something about rights of the patient and that he had to keep any information between them till otherwise give permission from the patient.
Without another word, Michael left the Med bay and want back to the cargo bay. On his way he passed Alexander and James. They stopped him and questioned him about what is going on with the girl, he told them the same thing Doc did. They seemed pleased that the girl was doing okay and asked him what he was going to do now that his stiff was over. In fact his stiff was over with about fifteen minutes ago. Michael told him that he was going to give the thing that the girl was in another look over before he took a nap.
The rest of the trip to the cargo bay was uneventful. He was kind of glad that there wasn't anyone else there to bug him while he tried to find out more. The tube thing was still standing in the middle of the room with the door open. At a closer look there was what looked like writing on the sides, but they were too faded to read. The inside where the girl had been, it had a look of what some of the really older cryo tubes just with a few things that didn't match up.
Michael had a few ideas of what this is, but he really wouldn't know for sure till the girl woke back up. The tube she was in was kind of banged up and with everything he had looked at, there wasn't much to look at now. A yawn escaped his snot and with nothing better to do, he made his way back to his room for a quick little nap.
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Michael's ears twitched a bit as there was a light beeping sound. He let out a loud groan and tapped his comm badge that was on his night stand. "Michael here." There was a few seconds of silence before the steady voice of Doc came.
"Hello, Michael. I hope your nap was a restful one."
"It was till you called Doc. What's the news on the girl?"
"I'm happy to inform you that she is awake."
"I'll be there in a few. Thanks for the update." Michael jumped out of bed and as he rushed out his room he grabbed his ship jacket. Getting back to the Med bay took a little longer due to the number of the crew that was busy doing their own jobs on the ship.
The doc turned around as Michael walked in. The girl was seated at a table with a cup of water in front of her. She looked a little better from few hours ago and she one of the spare cloths Doc keep for anyone. She looked up and her eyes grew wide and fall out of her seat trying to back away from Michael.
"Get away from me!" There was fear in her voice. This caused Michael to blink a few times. The girl who have him pinned to a create not that long ago, was not backing away from him in fear. Before Michael could try to calm the girl down, Doc has started to push him out of the room.
"I believe it would be best if you step outside for a bit." Doc give one last shove and the door slammed shut before Michael could even protest. He stood outside the door for what felt like a lifetime. Michael had taken a seated position by the door and fallen asleep. The door whooshed open and Doc looked down at the sleeping wolf.
"Michael, may we have a moment before you enter?" Doc asked, but Michael knew better than to take it as one. When Doc asked for a moment to talk, he was telling you. So he just nodded his head to Doc as he got back to his feet.
"I had a talk with our captain and his second about what should be done with the girl."
"And what did they say?"
"They would like you to question the girl and be guide till she is accustomed to the ship and her new life." Doc smiled and moved out of the way for Michael to walk in. Michael give a sigh and walked in. He guessed this was his chance to learn something about the girl and maybe why she had that tattoo on her arm for.
The girl was still at the table she was at before. She looked kind of paler than before, Doc must have told her about what the year was and informed her about the current standings of things. If just judging off the cryo pod. That girl missed out on a lot more than what Doc can tell her about.
Michael took the seat on the other side of the table, he really didn't want to get pinned to a wall this time. The girl looked up at him, this time her eyes didn't have fear in them like the last time, but shock. "Are you feeling any better?" He asked in hope of breaking the ice and to show her that someone besides Doc was worried about her.
"Yeah and thank you for asking." She give him a weak smile.
"That is good to hear. I'm guessing that Doc filled you in on few things?" Michael would have tried to smile, but thing about having a snot is that when you smile, all your time are shown. And he thought that might be a little much for her to deal with.
"That he did. Is it really the year three thousand four hundred eighty-six?"
"Afraid so. Can I asked you something real fast?" He asked and she just nodded. "What year were you frozen in?" There was a long pause before she could answer his question.
"It was sometime late twenty-one twenty-one. They told me it would keep me alive till a cure could be found. No one told of sending the dang thing into space." She kind of looked to the side of the room and glared at someone who wasn't there.
"Wow that was way back before the first official cryo tubes want into use for long space travel." His face showed a little sign of pain as he mentally slapped himself as he never asked the girl her name. The girl let out a little giggle and smiled at him, it was one of those 'it's okay, you just forget one important thing first' smiles. "You know my name, but I never got your name."
"Maire Dawn, Mr. Blackfoot." She held out her hand and wait for him to shake it. He gently grabbed her hand and give it a light shake. "It's pleasure to meet you under better conditions."
"It is. So the captain of the ship and his first officer has asked me to a few question to understand how you came to be on our ship. And I have been also tasked me with being your guide. I hope that is okay with you." Michael tried to sit up straight in the chair and have his jacket look decent. He wanted have a look that the captain would be proud of, but at the same time something else made him to look nice for the girl.
"I didn't think that a wolf would be this well shy or I guess I shouldn't have guessed anything at all. Cause I never knew a talking wolf till today. But back to your question. I'm fine with you asking me stuff and being my guild." Her face turned a little red as she felt like she was rambling a little too much. She was in the same boat as Michael. Something in the back of her mind told her to just keep talking.
The silence was going from 'this happens from time to time' to 'someone needs to talk right now'. Michael was the first one to talk, he started to ask her basic questions from what kind of job she had to where she lived before getting frozen. He found out that she was a college dropout, lived alone in some place called Florida, back on Earth. He did his best not to ask questions about friends or family, to him it was still kind of soon for her to deal with realizing that everyone she had loved is gone and have been so for a very long time. Maire started to go into detail about how her family started traveling across the country before she was frozen.
After what felt like her life's story, Michael could see tears slowly run down her cheeks. He moved a hand to wipe the tears away from her face. She give a little sniff and smiled up at him. "Thank you. I really mean it."
"Think nothing of it. You just woke up not that long ago in a world you have no clue what is going on." Michael jumps out of his seat and holds out a hand. "Let's go for a walk. Sitting and talking is too formal for my liking." She took his hand and got up from her seat. "And walking just might do you some good."
Their little walk around the ship a good idea. It give Maire a chance to start using her legs again and to see the place she will living on for a while. There were spots where he would point to something and explain what it was and what it did for the ship. The conversation started out her asking him questions about the ship to them talking about more personal things.
Once things to tell each other was over, Michael tried a few jokes and Maire did laugh at them. He never thought that he would have this nice of time with some girl found floating in space for years behind what Michael felt like counting. He chalked it up to life just being random. Maire let out a yawn and Michael checked his watch. It was getting late and he still needed to find out where Maire was going to sleeping.
Giving his comm quick little tap. "Michael to Captain Whitetip or Alexander. I have Miss. Dawn here needing a room. Where can I guide her to sleep for the night?" There was a little static as he waited for either of them to respond.
"This is Captain Whitetip. I been thinking this over and talked it over with Alexander. And we agreed that you are a grown puppy and would be fined for her to sleep in your cabin till we can find a more permanent room for her." The amused tone of the captain caused Michael's eyes twitched and let out a sigh.
"Okay, Captain. I will get her settled in before I come on for my shi..." He was cut off as Captain cleared his throat.
"Your shift started a few hours ago. I don't think it would be fair for Miss. Higgs to leave after taking over your shift. So take the day off and help Miss. Dawn feel more at home. Have a nice day, puppy." There was a chuckle before the comm cut out. Next to him Maire was tried to hide a giggle, but it wasn't really working out for her.
"Puppy?"
"They call me that cause of my youthful appearance?" He tried to say with a straight face. Maire giggled and leaned on him. "I guess I should take you to our room." Michael started to lead the way to his or now their room. He kind of understand why the captain told him to share a room with her.
Their walk to his room was cut short as the ship give a violent shake that caused Michael and Maire to lose their balance. The lights in the corridor dim and the red warning lights started to flash. The ship shacked again and what sounded like an explosion happen somewhere. The warning system started to inform crew to make their way to a nearby safety seats.
Michael grabbed Maire and started to pull her hard down the corridor as fast as he could. His head turned left and right in attempt to find safety seats for them. The world around him become a blur as his heart started to race. Space was a wonderful place to be, but it has drawbacks like anything. With chance of flying through some rocks ranging in size from peas to things a little smaller than a moon.
As they round into a new corridor, there was one safety seat and Michael almost throw Maire into the seat. Once he was sure that she secured into the seat, his worst fears started to come true. The captain's voice came over the ship wide comm. "We have had brush with a large asteroid field and have suffered heavy damage and need to make an emergency landing on the nearby class M planet. Please find a safety seat and get ready for a rough landing." As the message ended the ship started to shudder and Michael could feel the temperature slowly rise.
Maire looked up at Michael as he pulled down what she thought was an air breather like what was on planes. The new air that came to her was cold and crisp to her lungs. The look she seen on Michael's face was something she would never forget. His eyes shown fear, but the rest of him was calm and collect. She guessed that he was putting on a brave face for her.
She knew that she was scared and didn't know if she was going to die. Tears started to roll down her face, but before they could make it halfway down her face, something warm lightly touched and removed the tears. Maire looked up and seen Michael smiling at her. That smile told her so much, it told her that everything is going to be alright. There was a loud bang and the sound of metal being ripped off. The last thing she remembered before the world went black, the wall behind Michael was ripped open to the blue sky. The wind in the corridor became so strong that it started to sting parts of her face. Not having anything to really hold on to, Michael was stuck out the hole, Maire could still his face as he was pulled out, it had that smile.
As she screamed for him, something came down the corridor and bashed her in the side of the head. The last thought she had was, *'Why? Was I not meant to be saved? Did he pay the price for me to live?"* A single tear ran down her face as her body was tossed around in the safety seat. | FSE |
Tags: Inflatable Clothing, Female Inflation, floating, helium
Text: It had all come down to the final round. After the swimsuit competition, a new Ms. Halestead High would be chosen. Unlike the normal run of the mill fame, fortune and the choice of any guy that the winner cared to go out with, there was something a bit more personal this time. The two leading contenders had a grudge match going.
"Well, Veronica. How do you feel?" Chad asked, looking nervously at the time. "It's still quite a while before the finals and the swimsuit competition. Think you can make it?"
"Of course, I'm fine!" Veronica flashed him the smile as she turned and winked. Once again he felt his knees shiver. Amazingly enough, even though she could cause such detestation with a mere look, she seemed unaware of it. A tall girl with black hair that descended in soft curls to her shoulders, she showed a great deal of toned, fit and desirable skin underneath her low cut one piece bathing suit. A lifestyle of exercise and health showed in every movement.
"I just wish I knew how Sherri caught up so easily," a frown puckered her near perfect face. "I had a ten point lead until the cooking competition, then suddenly she came up with the perfect pizza and my pie chashed in the making. Oh well, everyone knows I have the last event in the bag. After all, Sherri's pretty cute, but I don't think she can compete with this."
Chad had to agree. Sherri was petite with amazingly piled up blonde hair as well as an interesting figure, but she just couldn't compete with Veronica's aerobicised appearance. It would be close, but in the end Veronica was almost sure to win. If nothing strange happened. "Howsabout I go and scope out the situation? Y'know, see if they're planning anything?"
"That would be unethical, Chad." Veronica frowned again. "Then again, you never know with Sherri. You better go check. I think she's with her friend Newmann."
"I can't believe I'm losing to that bimbo!" Sherri ranted as she stomped about in the confined spaces of a cluttered lab. "Here I spend all that money and effort to buy the judges off for the talent show and not only do I lose to Erica, Veronica comes out of no where and passes me up with that juggling act too. Good thing I was able to get Erica's crab cakes before she got my pizza and I can outcook Veronica any day of the week."
"Stop moving around," Newmann muttered, scribbling away furiously in a notebook. "I have to get the skin composition exactly right for this to work."
"Are you sure this'll do the trick?"
"Sure I'm sure," he replied indignantly. "I... well, my dad's been working on this for years. Basically all I'm doing is giving you a second layer of false skin from your neck to your ankles and wrists. It'll conform to your body shape exactly, but since it stretches..."
"I'll be able to strategically augment it in order to beat out that beach bunny Veronica! I still wonder where she gets all the time to exercise and still get those grades... I mean it's not like she can afford to pay off the teachers for better grades like I can. Is the suit ready?"
"Yup." Newmann held up what looked like a unitard with a short zipper along the back. "Good thing you decided to wear that swimsuit with the high collar and the belt. That'll cover the collar of the skinsuit. Everything else I can blend in well enough to be almost invisible."
"What about this?" Sherri asked, pointing at a small nozzle, much like that of a bike tire where the pump is attached. It stuck out the back of the suit, just below where the zipper started.
"That? Don't worry, it'll match right in with your belt. Ok, strip down and climb in."
Sherri was quickly out of her clothing and carefully pulling the suit on almost before he finished the sentence. "Oh, don't be so careful with it. It's incredibly resilient stuff. I think it would take a pretty sharp knife to cut it."
After sliding into the outfit and having Newmann zip it up, Sherri resembled a barbi doll. No private parts showed whatsoever, but only close examination would reveal that she was wearing anything. The suit blended nearly perfectly with her skin.
"How does it feel?"
"Not bad. Really comfortable, almost like smooth satin. Or maybe rubber. Yeah, that's it, like smooth and warm rubber. Now what?"
"Here's your swimsuit." It wasn't really what could be termed a swimsuit. Something this expensive would never be worn where water could mar it. The neckpiece started just below the chin, dropping to evenly hemmed legs. The wide black sash was the only thing to mar the spandex white of the outfit, adding a mark of distinction.
"Alright, the valve blends in right with the sash. No one'll notice it," Newmann grinned. "Now let's try this out."
"This is so cool!" Sherri squealed. "I'm so glad my dad hired yours to be head of research. You get to play with all his new stuff!" Newmann connected a small hand pump to the valve, then started squeezing away. Holding her breath, Sherri watched in the mirror. Slowly, muscle tone seemed to improve before her eyes, arms thickening slightly. Her bustline lifted outward slowly while her waist remained perfectly the same. Hips flared ever so slightly and her legs assumed curves that she'd thought she'd never see exept through expensive pants.
"Oh, that's just perfect."
Running her hands down her front, Sherri sighed. Reaching for the hand pump, she tried to disconnect it, but couldn't until Newmann twisted it off the valve.
"Sorry 'bout that. It's a cheap valve and if you don't twist it off right, it'll jam."
"Never mind." Sherri grinned happily. "This paegant is in the can. There's no way anyone could find Veronica better'n me!" She could very well be right. Originally having an intrinsic cuteness, now Sherri's appearance could only be described as outstanding. With a pair of high heels with wrap around laces to hide the leg cuffs, she was ready and prepared to face all comers.
"She did what?!?" Aghast, Veronica sat down in stunned amazement. "That, that's cheating!" Chad nodded solemnly.
"I saw the whole thing through the vent."
Veronica eyed him suspiciously. "What is this, information you picked up back when you were still spying into the women's showers? Nevermind! I can't believe Sherri would sink so low... I don't wanna lose to someone who's cheating."
Chad smiled as he lightly punched Veronica in the shoulder. "C'mon, that's not the Veronica I know. You'll think of something. See, you already have that look in your eye!"
"Chad, you said the valve was kinda sticky?"
"Yeah..."
"C'mon, I've got an idea. I need you to go down to the supply office and pick up some equipment. Lets see if we can turn Sherri's new assets against her."
Sherri was already in the stage antiroom, admiring herself in a wall mirror, when Veronica shuffled in. Turning with a happy smile, she greeted her opponent, pretending to be friends when all the while she was flaunting her new outline to the dismayed Veronica. Chad was right, she realized. Sherri now had an incredible body. But if a few curves were enough to win, Veronica was determined to give Sherri more than she could handle.
"Why don't we sit down and wait? It's still twenty minutes or so before we go on," Veronica suggested, sitting down on the only chair available. The only other furniture was a few tables and an open backed stool nearby. Aquiesing, Sherri sat down with ill grace, but was soon absorbed in reading a magazine.
"What's that on your sash there?" Veronica pointed to Sherri's back. "It looks as though you have some lint on there."
"Really?" Sherri tried to glance over her shoulder, but couldn't get the area in question into view. "Could you pick it off for me?"
"Certainly!" Veronica smirked. "Hold still." Reaching forward, she brought forth what she had been hiding carefully behind herself the entire time. An air hose, clamp formost with the end of the hose going out the door. Brushing and tugging on the sash, she carefully clipped on the fitting sticking a bit out of the back of Sherri's suit.
"Pardon me. Veronica, may I speak with you for a moment?" Chad waved from the door.
"Be right back!" Veronica walked over, her high heels clicking on the hardwood floor. "Did you get the tanks?" she whispered to Chad.
"All they had were some nearly full ones of helium from last weeks Halloween party. I already hooked one up in the hallway."
"Fire it up!" Veronica turned and went back to her seat with a smile for Sherri.
Watching the air line, Veronica could tell when it turned on as the pressure made it squiggle a bit. A gentle hissing, barely audible, started. The effect on Sherri was almost as if it were a roar. She sat bolt upright, glancing around nervously before staring down at her arms and legs, checking for leaks.
The fact that there were no leaks took a bit to catch on, and there was already a noticeable increase in the size of her calves to Veronica before Sherri got up. Flashing a nervous smile to Veronica, she slowly stepped towards the corner mirror. Supressing a grin, Veronica watched out of the corner of her eye.
The first thing Sherri noticed was that when she looked down, she could no longer see her feet. The suit hadn't made her that big, she knew for certain. Glancing down, she stifled a gasp as she realized her bustline was slowly moving outward, almost as if more gas were coming in from somewhere. Staring into the mirror, she realized she had already increased a cup size or two. Her figure had gone from trim and athletic to full figured and voluptuous. As she watched in horrified amazement, she became even more topheavy, her legs puffing up a bit in nice curves leading down to well rounded calves.
"Oh no!" Sherri blurted out, spying the air hose for the first time in the mirror. A quick exploration by her fingers revealed its attachment to the valve on her back. Tugging hard, she realized she was only jamming it on tighter. She tried to tug on her sleeve to peel it back, but her chest was already large enough to get in the way, straining at her swimsuit. Putting her hands over her chest, Sherri tried to squeeze it all back in. All that happened was that it puffed up and down squooshing into her face. A definite sensation of pressure was starting to be felt.
Glancing up into the mirror, Sherri blinked in astonishment. Her once trim figure was now swollen to massive size. Twin beach balls stretched her suit to the limit while her shoulders had started to bulk up, adding to a sudden feeling of claustrophobia. Her arms had started to swell as well, looking for all the world like she had begun to develop giant muscles. Below, her waist was still somewhat normal, although it was puffing outward as well and her legs billowed out from the leg openings of the suit.
As Sherri watched with stunned horror, the suit swelled larger and larger. She became more and more pumped with gas, a feeling of increasing pressure spreading over her body. Helpless, Sherri could only tell what was going on lower down by the mirror as her now beanbag sized breasts ballooned ever outward. Trying to move, she realized that she could no longer do more than a light shuffle as the suit gripped her with a growing strength. Slowly her arms straightened out and her shoulders, swollen enormously, touched up against her neck.
With a ripping pop, the sash gave, letting her waist bulge outward. Sherri began to pant, trying to draw breath against the tension of the suit. More and more she began to resemble a vaguely female shaped ball, ballooning, inflating, swelling, expanding larger and larger and larger.
A peal of laughter broke her out of her shock. "Oh, this is great!" Veronica laughed again, coming over to stand next to Sherri.
"You're huge!"
"Veronica!" Sherri panted. "Stop it! Please, you've got to help me! I can't move..." Veronica's next statement was cut off as Sherri let out a loud yelp. Slowly and ponderously, like a blimp rising from the ground, she started to drift upward.
"Wow, I didn't think you'd get big enough to do that." Veronica snickered again as Sherri's swimsuit gave up the ghost and popped off, dropping to the floor.
"Help meee! Ouch!" Sherri winced as her head hit the ceiling, then started caterwauling again.
Veronica reached up and gave the hose a good tug, separating the nozzle from the valve with a pop. Reaching up and grasping Sherri's high heel with one hand, she pulled her down far enough to tie a short rope from one of the tables around her ankle.
"Oh, you'll make such an adorable balloon. Now I think I'll go out and show you around a bit!"
"No, wait! I admit I cheated, but that doesn't deserve this!" Sherri had turned rather red from all of her puffing.
"Sure it does." Veronica let go of the rope. Sherri shot up and bonked her head into the ceiling again, yelping loudly. "Let's go see some judges."
| bodyinflation |
Her one mistake was always using the same coffee machine. As the Head of Security for the station, she should have known better, but if there was one thing that made life on that junkheap even slightly bearable, it was having a good cup of concentrated bean juice, and unfortunately for her, options were… limited. She either went all the way to the bar whenever she wanted a good drink, or she slithered down the corridor leading to the sec department and spent a few credits on what had to be the best damned coffee on the whole station.
It was a unique machine, in that, at some point, those responsible for restocking the vending apparatuses had apparently forgotten to replace it with the “new and improved” proprietary model, leaving it as the sole remaining specimen from the old line that still, somehow, got restocked on a regular basis. No one questioned it; doing so was likely to make it stop through some complicated and nonsensical bluespace fuckery, so instead they simply used it for good coffee whenever no one was looking but the station’s AI.
Naali was one of them. She was, ultimately, doomed to being the punching bag for most of the station’s problems, and as the active Head of Security for the place, it was her job to take the blows and keep smiling like she didn’t want to wring the neck of everyone she saw on a regular basis (apart from a few select individuals whom she merely despised so much as to want someone else to do something to them). She needed the coffee; it wasn’t a case of her caffeine addiction kicking in, but very much one of self-control: without the bitterness of it all, she’d go nuts within the hour, and no one wanted the person with access to the armoury to lose their mind during a shift.
No one, except for one particular engineer who’d been nursing a grudge for a frankly unhealthy amount of time. It had begun innocuously enough, when they tried performing some renovations at the bar while people were still in there, and for some reason they objected and called security on him; what followed was that bitch Naali wasting his time with an interrogation and a whole bunch of “tests” meant to check whether he was possessed by something or other, he hadn’t been paying attention. What mattered was that his plans for the afternoon were ruined and that was entirely the snake’s fault, and for that, she had to pay.
It had been months, but the grudge was still there, mostly because whenever he had an idea about something fun to do, he had to remind himself that Chief Spoilsport was still around and wouldn’t let him do anything worth doing. Every new thought, every novel concept, was promptly thrown into the trash because she was around, and that only solidified his desire to get her out of the picture so she couldn’t ruin things even further… but how?
He couldn’t firebomb the sec department, that would just get people mad at him again, nor could he bore through to the HoS’ office without them asking a whole bunch of really incriminating questions he wouldn’t have answers to. He could try and contract someone else, but the last time anyone attempted to contact the Syndicate, they were told that the space station “wasn’t worth the effort” before the phone promptly blew up in their faces. This left the young man with very few options that weren’t sourced locally, and eventually with outright none but whatever he could find lying around.
Thankfully, he knew a guy. A very specific guy, who worked in a very specific sub-department, and had access to chemical synthesiser machinery that could be put to use making more than just medication for those who accidentally tripped over their plasma torches. It took a bit of effort to convince them to do something outside their main area of expertise, but a few choice words and the promise of ample monetary compensation, as well a couple of well-placed bribes to ensure an AI maintenance routine in order to establish an alibi, were enough to secure their cooperation: they would help to create a compound that would then be sneaked into the coffee machine, and from there, it would all fall into place on its own.
Naali, being utterly unaware of any of this, kept on buying her daily mugs’ worth of caffeine from the same source. She had no idea that the one random engineer she reprimanded months prior had spent so much time grumbling about it, nor did she know he had procured a specialised toxin built specifically for her species. She had no clue that the cup of coffee she just bought was tainted as a result of said engineering tampering with the interior mechanism, nor was she cognizant of how said engineer was still staring at her, in the shadows, from behind a conveniently oversized fern.
To her, it was just another cup of coffee, nothing special. It even tasted the same as they all did: absolute shit, but slightly better than every other machine coffee on the station. Better than nothing as well, better than having to go through the day without her shot of caffeine, so with a grimace on her face, the snake took her drink, turned around, and slithered back to her office. Only there did anything feel out of the ordinary, though it was more a case of an aftertaste than anything else: Naali had to smack her tongue a couple of times, but that was indeed some kind of weird flavour on it that normally wasn’t there. She should know, her sense of taste was significantly more well-developed than most species’; it was some sort of trace chemical left behind, presumably by the restock mechanism leaking or something like it.
She sighed, figuring that the poor machine’s time was at an end. She was still going to use it, nothing would force her to resort to anything else unless she absolutely had to, but the Head of Security had a silent salute for the brave little coffee maker nonetheless, gulping down what was left of the vile mixture while wondering why she was even drinking it to begin with. A long, drawn-out sigh later, and Naali was slumped back against her office chair, eyes close and waiting for something to happen; it was going to, because she worked for NanoTrasen and misery loved company: whenever anything happened that made her day worse, it was inevitably bound to be followed by something else that would take the awfulness of it and dial it up to eleven and beyond. It might not be lethal (hell, it rarely was), but it would make an already bad situation even more unbearable because, really, why not?
It was almost unsurprising when she felt hot all over and her clothes began feeling tighter. Really, it almost came naturally when her brain started to go all fuzzy and she was unable to think straight no matter how much effort she put into it. Really, why should it have gone in any other direction? Better to just deal with whatever was coming her way and think about the consequences later, otherwise she was going to sit there and be frustrated at something she never truly had the power to prevent.
The sudden tightness in her chest was… unexpected, but not altogether unpleasant. It had been a while since the least time she had that happen to her, but she wasn’t going to complain, not when she wasn’t wearing her breastplate for once; maybe it was fate, conspiring to give her plenty of room to grow on the one occasion she had nothing there to keep her from swelling up… or, perhaps, she had taken it off without realising it and the haze in front of her had made her forget it.
It was, in fact, far easier not to think too hard about it than it was to spend any amount of time considering what might be the case. Why bother when she could just keep her eyes closed and feel her bust expanding outwards, growing heavier and wider with every second that passed, until she could feel it start to intrude on the edge of her torso? It felt liberating not to have to think about it, to instead throw herself into the ocean of physical sensation that came with having her tits grow so many cup sizes that her work uniform began to tear open, gashes in the synthetic fibres turning into outright tears, opening into holes before the whole thing just collapsed structurally and released her breasts into the wild.
Though… not completely. Whether through sheer happenstance or due to preexisting concerns in manufacturing the jumpsuits, Naali’s tits didn’t just flop out onto her chest; rather, the cloth above them was torn open, fully revealing her cleavage and the top of her rack, while the part of her uniform beneath her bust remained miraculously intact, creating something akin to a very overladen sweater just barely containing a pair of milkers big enough to crack someone’s spine should she drop them on top of anyone. Easily twice as big as her head, if not not more so, and still growing the more she looked at them, so much so that the snake was left wondering if they actually were growing as a result of her looking at them, or if she’d just been luckily blessed with an extended growth spurt.
The weight, the warmth, the heft, all of it combined to leave Naali wanting to do nothing more than remain sitting, her back angled so she was sliding off her chair, feeling her tits pushing down on her; not so much pinning her down, but forcing the snake off onto the ground, where she was most likely going to remain until such a point as she decided to get back up… whenever the hell that was. Her bust wasn’t going to make it any easier, but by that point, she didn’t exactly want to expend any effort doing anything of worth.
Of course, it couldn’t just be her tits that received a boost, and after the first round of the transformation, that Naali felt her ass begin to tighten was more or less expected. A wide, dumb grin spread across her face as she brought her hands down to her rump, so often ignored, so often simply blending into her tail, her lack of any meaningful hips making it difficult to wear the kind of clothing she wanted to on account of it being a frank waste. How wonderful, then, that she would feel her skin pushing against her fingers, her tail fattening in just the right way to give her the closest thing to an hourglass figure that her serpentine body plan allowed for.
She couldn’t ask for more, but she could ask that it be made more; ass and tits were good enough, but if she was going to be given a gift of them, she might as well beg for it to come in large enough quantities that it would floor both her and whoever she happened to be sharing herself with at any given point. Better to be on the ground, very loudly begging for someone to please come do a great number of unspeakable things to her, only to have her hands need to fulfil that role. Better to feel the new contours of her new body, until her fingertips were intimately acquainted with every new inch of it.
Then, and only then, could she afford the luxury of thinking of trying to get up, onto a sitting position and maybe her chair. But it would be a while, even under the best of circumstances; she could only hope nothing bad happened outside, because she was absolutely not going to be able to do her job if the station was attacked. After all, she had little ones to play with, didn’t she?
It was weird. She should just be horny, and to a great extent she absolutely was, but there was something else in there that moderated what would otherwise be a mindless lust, a desire to fuck that would’ve left her a brainless rutting machine. It came both from her new body, yes, but also from a sense of dominion, of power, of authority; perhaps whatever the coffee did to her had mixed with her brain chemistry so much that it circled back and borrowed a great deal from her position as the Head of Security, because the last thing Naali wanted to do was be the bottom for the next few people lucky enough to have her as a mate. Quite the contrary, in fact.
She rose up, pulling herself from the ground by almost sinking her fingers into the wooden surface of her desk; the whole thing creaked ominously still, and though the snake didn’t notice it, multiple cracks opened on its surface as she tried to straighten herself out. Unaware of this, the Head of Security instead focused on herself: on her new, hefty breasts, on her prodigious rump, and on those wide, motherly hips… quite literally motherly, or at least as literally as they could be when the potential was merely within her grasp and not already caught in her snares.
She could very well find someone to stuff her full of eggs; it wouldn’t even be all that difficult, given how often she was propositioned on a regular basis. It was just a simple matter of turning her glares and stares into sultry replies, of flipping those “no”s into a series of very long moans ending in a shameless, tongue-filled kiss; no point saying yes when all that did was cut into precious time she could be using to be bred.
And she was going to be bred, if it was the last thing she did; if anyone had any different ideas, they were welcome to go issue a complaint with the captain, if they wanted to be ignored even harder, or hell, send a panicked mail to NanoTrasen so the company could remind them that workplace relationships were permitted and fertility treatments would be provided at a discount. For Naali, this couldn’t have gone better; really, if the point of poisoning her was to knock her out cold from arousal, it had almost worked, seeing as she fully intended to get a good workout before lying down and having a nap for the rest of the day.
Her department, which by then had been alerted to “irregularities” by the AI, had congregated outside of her office. They expected to see some sort of eldritch creature of myth pop out from the other side, maybe even a possessed Naali, host to said creature after having finally snapped from all the nonsense they had to deal with on a regular basis. Instead, they saw a very horny, very thirsty snake slithering out from her office, eyes scanning the room for the person closest to them who could help her fill her belly with eggs; curves exaggerated to proportions that made everyone’s knees weak (where applicable) and almost a scent of arousal emanating from her, it was unsurprising when nearly all of the officers present dropped their tasers and stood there, staring at their superior.
A couple tried running, but they wouldn’t get very far. There was clearly a contamination going on, as the AI so helpfully noted through the speakers, and that being the case, the entire department had to be quarantined to prevent any possibility of the viral agent escaping into the rest of the station. A regrettable loss for those on the wrong side of the falling shutters, but a necessary sacrifice for the greater good; Naali, licking her lips, took her sweet time approaching the cowed crowd, rubbing her hands as she leaned down close to her first volunteer: a young Tajara, no older than twenty-five, probably there as his first job, trembling hard enough to make his equipment rattle, his eyes… very much focused on the copious, some would say indecent amount of cleavage the Head of Security had on display.
All purposeful, of course; couldn’t just be given a rack big enough to smother whole heads and then not use it to attract mates, that’d be a waste! No, she had to let her tits hang and offer the warm, soft confines between them, up for both the eyes and the hands of those brave enough to take the quite literal plunge. And, much to her surprise and delight, Naali saw her first volunteer reach up with one of their paws, eyes wide, their mottled brown fur standing on end as they came closer and closer to their prize; the snake herself waited until the last moment, giving the Tajaran a moment to think that they were in the home stretch, that they’d get what they wanted without any strings attached… and then she struck.
It was so easy as well. All she had to do was wait until she felt those wriggling fingers in her cleavage before she lunged forward and used her own hands to part her breasts and immediately smush the young officer’s face with them, using the momentum from it to throw the poor guy onto the ground… followed by herself. There was a loud thud, a muffled moan, and before anyone knew it, the Tajara was completely buried by snake, gone from sight as Naali herself wiggled from side to side to better grind her first victim to dust.
The point wasn’t to knock them out of commission; rather, if she was going to be pumped full of seed and knocked up, then she would only accept the best her force had to offer. And clearly, if they couldn’t take her full weight while being smothered by her tits in public, then they obviously had no business trying to get their hands on her. Hell, Naali didn’t even expect the Tajaran beneath her to make it past ten seconds without cumming his brains out while still having his cock firmly stuck inside his jumpsuit: young, inexperienced surely, suddenly jumped by his boss in front of everyone, a boss whose body had been augmented such, it’d be ridiculous to expect them to adapt so quickly.
Which was why it came at such a surprise when not only did the young man not shiver and experience that little death, but he instead began grinding back against Naali. The snake had to stop and actually pay attention, just in case she had misread her bodily signals; was the little thing under her actually fighting back? Were they trying to hold their own and gain terrain? Well, if that was the case, she’d be more than happy to see where that went… provided the feline was fine with an uphill battle.
She reached underneath herself, pulling the officer’s hands from their side and smacking them straight onto her own ass; amazingly, the Tajaran reacted the way she wanted him to: by grabbing. By sinking their fingers and claws into her soft flesh and enjoying the grand feast that was her rump, surely thinking about what they’d do to it once they were finished with the main course. This was followed by her arching her back such that her tits weren’t so much covering her lover, but actively pushing down onto him, giving him absolutely no room to breathe. And quite literally so: if her mate didn’t try to push her aside, he would inevitably be actually smothered, lacking any oxygen to work with.
But, be it through their own resilience and determination, or just the airheadedness that came with their oxygen supply being cut off, the Tajaran kept going. Even past the point where they should’ve gone limp and unconscious, they instead carried on grinding their hips against Naali, their shaking hands seemingly split between wanting to be stuck in ass fat or needing to move down to undo the many buttons and zippers on the jumpsuit keeping the young officer’s shaft from being free to do what it needed to do.
So Naali fixed that for them.
It was simple enough to shred that jumpsuit open; she’d had plenty of experience with it in the past, and it wasn’t going to be inaccessibility that made the snake give up. If anything, with the officer stuck underneath her, all she had to do was shuffle over a few inches to one side and then bring one of her hands down, slashing multiple gashes into the thick, padded fabric, before grabbing hold of one of the holes and ripping the bottom half of it clean off. Sure, there were still some bits attached to the man’s boots, but the most important part was free: his cock.
She didn’t need to do anything else past that point, as natural instinct kicked in and drove the young man to do what had to be done in order to get where he had to be: muscle memory, even if never used, imprinted in them through countless generations of breeders, now that he could finally bring that genetic knowledge to bear. Granted, he wasn’t expecting his first time to be with a snake like Naali, nor indeed with someone who could literally have him fired for no reason, but he was confident he wouldn’t be kicked out of the force… assuming he didn’t disappoint. And it was exactly this little nugget of knowledge that drove the Tajaran to do something he normally never did: he put his all into it.
Not that he slacked off in his duties, but very rarely did he have any reason to throw himself a hundred and ten percent into something; for Naali to do what she did though, nothing less than that would suffice, and he wasn’t about to have her go so far and then leave her feeling unsatisfied. It could be that he wouldn’t be able to truly bring her over the edge like he wanted to, but even if that were the case, he was still going to try. He was going to pour every last ounce of energy he had into rolling his hips, into thrusting his shaft into the snake’s tight slit, into moaning as loudly as he could, that she may know he was still in there and loving every second of it.
For her part, Naali had to do nothing but be there and be herself, smothering the cute little thing as he railed into her. Normally she’d be a lot more effusive about it, loudly enough for the whole station to hear in fact, but right there and then, her job was to make sure her lover knew who was in charge: he wasn’t breeding her, she was being bred by him, and only because she deigned to choose him. Nevermind how that only happened because he was closest, that was entirely beside the point; she was there, she needed eggs in her, and he was the one to give them to her. At any point, she might choose to retract that privilege, so if the young Tajaran knew what was good for him, he wouldn’t slow down for even a second.
And, in the meantime, she could make sure everyone else in the room knew what was in store for them once she was done with their coworker. A simple glance, that was all they needed: a glance and a wink so the remainder of the security force were well aware that none of them were going to leave that room until she had a taste of their seed, literally if need be. A glance and a wink, along with a conveniently-timed AI alert letting everyone know the quarantine seal would only be lifted after the “threat” was “neutralised”.
This, of course, assumed anyone would move against her.
But Naali knew better. | yiff-extreme |
Title: The Story of Rhola by Almoryk Kane
Tags: Bestiality, Forcedshifting, Fursuit, Human, M/F, Mind Control, Plushophilia, Rape, Slavery, Transformation
[WARNING: I can't even begin to state how much sexual things are in this story. I mean seriously. Mostly to do with a lot of rape and a tad bit of beastality. Also hints of very mild abuse. All rape and abuse however is non-violent and actually quite erotic. If you find this kind of sexual incounters not to your liking then this story is not for you. However, for the rest of us, including myself when i was writing it...Engoy and mind your aim and your keyboard. \~Almoryk]
Cursed Females:
The Story of Rhola
Ever since Rhola was young she loved animals. However her parents would never buy her a pet for her to keep. They told her if she wanted a pet she had to earn the money to buy one and also have enough to take care of it. For only being an eight year old she took it rather well and eventually she did end up having a decent sum of money. However she could never afford a real pet so her room was full of stuffed animals instead.
When Rhola got older her obsession for animals only increased since she could never ever get a real pet. Her thoughts had shifted from just wanting an animal to wanting to be in love with an animal. Many of her plush animals had to be washed constantly or even thrown away only to be replaced by a new one as there soft muzzles would either be torn or too soaked with her juices to ever come out. No matter how much she played with her toys or how many sites she browsed on the internet her obsession could never be satisfied. She loved the internet the most, all these stories about females much like her self giving themselves to their pets or making love to a plushy only to have them come alive and make love to them. She shivered just from thinking about it finding her hand subconsciously stroking her already wet slit. She would only sigh though as these stories could never happen to her.
Rhola was 16 now doing well in school and living a normal life. No one knew of her obsession and it was only getting worse. A new store had opened up a few months ago and she had been there every day purchasing more plush animals and now even costumes and make-up. She loved to dress up and role play on different sights. Her only problem is that she could never decide what animal she would like to be. She would mostly do anything cute ranging from kitty cats to puppies and anything in between. She hated getting old fearing she would loose her taste for finding enjoyment in wearing cat ears with a bunny tail while putting on a mix of different animal costumes. She loved them all. However it still wasn't enough and she never had money for a full complete costume, she had to combine things making herself look rather odd but still satisfying her obsession for a little bit.
The bell echoed through out the store as the old man fixated his glasses to see the familiar sight of Rhola returning to his store. He shook his head as he returned to his sweeping fixating a few items here and their as he called out.
"Evening again Rhola, anything in particular you're looking for or just browsing as usual?"
"Browsing" Rhola said innocently as she had fallen into a routine with the old man. She looked over the various costumes all locked up in plastic wrapping and looking too fake for her. There were some rather cute stuffed animals but her parents had forbidden her to perches anymore as her closet at home was already about to burst open. She sighed deeply as she continued to walk back and forth through the store nothing seeming to catch her interest.
She found herself at the back of the store a door marked employees only in front of her. She was about to turn around when she saw a source of light emitting through the slightly ajar door. Her curiosity got the better of her and the old man was too far away to here her as she slipped in. Her heart pounded just from the excitement she might find that the old man had been holding out on her. But as she surveyed the room there was almost nothing. Almost, her eyes fell on a most beautiful sight that made her loins twitch in anticipation. There in front of her was two of the most perfect fursuits she had ever seen.
They were amazing in detail. She walked over to them running her hands through the plush fur as it felt so real. She even inspected the inside as it was only a fine thin sheet of foam separating the fur from the body. If one were to but them on they would be able to feel everything. They were both so cute too, one being a rabbit, the other a mouse, both female and anthro. They were by no means cartoony in any way. She inspected the head of both of them the eyes being the right size for her or anyone to fit perfectly. The mouth would open when the wearer would open his mouth. Even the tails could wag if one were to wiggle her rump. She gasped in joy as she had to have them.
She quickly took the suits off their hooks and made her way to the door. As soon as she approached it she eeped as she found she couldn't move. She was frozen her hand just about to push the door open as the folded up fursuits were tucked under her arm. She fond herself dropping the fursuits and her arms were forced to raise above her head her legs spreading out wide. Rhola had no idea what was happening until the old man came through the door picking up the fursuits and hanging them back up seeming to ignore the suspended Rhola.
"Oh Rhola I'm so disappointed in you." The old man said as he walked around he walked around her tracing his finger this way and that as lines appeared through her clothing and they quickly fell off. Rhola couldn't even make a noise of whimpering as the man undressed her. "You've been such a good customer and now you had to go about snooping around and stealing some of my best work." He sighed as Rhola noticed he no longer had hands but large paws of some feline that she felt trace over her nude form. "Oh I know your sorry now my dear, but you have gone too far. You simply must be punished."
Rhola found herself laid out on a bed that seemed to appear from no where. She felt eyes were upon her as shadows began to move towards her prone body the old man now having finished his shifting resembling a half lion with a mix of wolf. She could only stare at the creature as he was now only wearing black baggy jeans his chest colored gray while everything else was the normal fur of a male lion. His piercing yellow eyes stared at her as he lowly growled in amusement as Rhola eeped to a nuzzle to her side. She couldn't turn her head too much but she didn't need to as she recognized one of her favorite stuffed animals now sitting upon her chest. She blinked in confusion before the tinny wolf began to nip and bite at her breast making her wiggle as it tickled. Soon more shadows came forth all of them being of her favorite animals only they were all toys and all of them hers. Some of them even from beyond the trash now torn still covered in her juices. They all moved to her lapping their velvet tongues across her body and rubbing themselves against her in lewd ways. She couldn't tell how many of them there were as her eyes were fixated on a much larger form approaching her.
She would yip in surprise having found her voice again as a male dog hopped onto the bed and began to lick its wet tongue across her spread slit. Rhola could only pant and moan gently in pleasure as she looked back to the lion/wolf hybrid yipping even louder as he saw his paw stroking his large shaft. The male dog began to lightly buck his small cock against her slit missing horribly but only adding to the horrible teasing her body was suffering. The stuffed animals nipped harder at her skin as she felt a tingling sensation all through out her body. Her slit became more willing to take the dog's cock but the animal was only teasing her making her prepared. Rhola could only yip and moan making other cute noises as she felt her body began to become softer.
The forms began to disperse from her as she was so close to orgasm yet when the stuffed animals stopped licking her and the dog stopped teasing her she was just hanging on the edge. She looked over her body as her skin looked and felt different. As the lion wolf slowly approached her the suits she adored moving close to her side suspended above her as the lion soon overshadowed her tiny from posing himself over her. His large cock flopped onto her waist the hard flesh sinking into her now softer form. She recognized the material she seemed to be made out of now. As she looks to the suits she realizes that her skin was now the same material as the insides of those perfect suits.
The lion gripped her hips tightly his paws simply sinking into her as she could feel it but it was pleasurable even thought his paws literally touched each other when he squeezed her hard. Rhola gasped in pleasure as his cock quickly penetrated her soft mound it easily filling her as she was nothing but a strange kind of foam being. She tried to scream out but all that came out of her foam mouth was just tiny squeaks and murrs of pleasure. She then saw parts of the suits float up out of the corner of her eyes and began to attach itself to her body moving around the thrusting lion so it wouldn't disturb him as he continued to pound her mound as hard as he could as she could only feel pleasure. The lion licked his lips as he looked down to the frighten girl the suit combining as it fused to her legs making cute pink feet and moved up her body covering her legs with the white fur of the rabbit suit.
Rhola could feel a tingling sensation as the suit merged with her foam body becoming one with it as her sex was soon covered as well as she was much firmer now able to feel the full thrust of the lion wolf hybrid. The lion licked his lips as more of her body was joined with the suit her stomach turning gray as some of the mouse suit began to cover her body. She had a bunny tail her back mostly white with a few gray spots as soon her breast was covered being gray in color with a white tuff in between her cleavage.
The Lion thrust faster into her body as the final piece of the suit came over Rhola's head. She closed her eyes and gave out a screech of pleasure as she cummed hard, her first orgasm as a bunny mouse hybrid. She opened her small muzzle and panted hard her pink eyes blinking as she felt her raised arms brush against her now long and slightly roundish ears. The lion kept up his pace going even harder now as he wasn't finished with his naughty bunny.
Rhola heard the deep rumble of his voice in her head. A tingling sensation coursed through her body as she began to shrink. She gasped as she felt her ears and tail constantly shift from being rabbit, to being that of a mouse, and then back again as the Lion continued to change her emitting thoughts into her head. "You are to always to be submissive young one." The deep voice would growl as he only pounded into her tender mound harder as she squeaked and made other cute bunny and mouse noises. His cock began to bulge making an outline in her body as she became shorter and shorter. "You will be willed into any male or females fantasy. Your body will change in appearance and mind to fulfill even the darkest desires. This is what you always wanted and loved young one."
As she shrank down to three feet in height the Lion roared and howled loudly as his cock jumped and sprayed her insides with globs of thick ropey seed. Rhola screeched in pleasure as all the tingling sensations of her new body as well as the lion fucking her made her pass out into a deep sleep.
Rhola awoken to find herself in a strange bed as furry arms were wrapped around her tightly pressing her small frame into a strong muscled chest. At first she thought it was the lion but upon further examination it was a canine, a pretty handsome one at that. She gave a slight eep though as he felt his cock begin to lightly stir pressing against her lower inner thigh. The canine's blue eyes opened and looked to her as he smiled. "Well little one, are you ready to please your daddy?" Rhola couldn't find any words as she was slightly confused. She didn't even have time to recognize that she was in fact a real antro rabbit/mouse morph and that experience with the lion wolf was not a dream. "What if daddy told you to enlarge your breast and suck my cock off?"
Rhola was about to say something before she yipped finding her body responding to the canine's request. Her breast would bounce as they shot up a few cup sizing filling up her small chest and weighing her down a bit as she found her paws struggling with the pants of this canine before her. "Please stop..." she pleaded as the canines pants would drop.
"Now why would my daughter not want to please her father?" Rhola found herself crawling towards him as his canine paws gripped and messaged her large breast as she reluctantly found herself opening her maw and engulfing his cock into her mouth. She suckled and nibbled teasingly with her blunt teeth as she felt that strange tingling again as the canine wrapped a paw around the back of her head and pushed his cock fully down her throat. "Mmmm yes... so tight and young...and mine."
The canine began to thrust in and out of her willing maw. Rhola's body would shiver and tingle more bringing her immense pleasure. Her fur would shorten as she found herself becoming younger, being changed into the daughter this canine had imagined. She even found fond memories of being fucked by her daddy and being raised to be the perfect little girl. Oh how she loved to suckle down his cum. She couldn't fight the images in her head as she gave out a pleasured squeak her father having cummed way too soon for her as she suckled down on his cock and drank his seed. Her father pulled away from her and gave a good spurt on her face coated her small muzzle with his sperm. The canine then slapped her for no particular reason.
Rhola began to cry out, "Why daddy?" She was only slapped again and picked up roughly by the ears and carried out of the locked room. She then was tossed to a strong looking guard who carried her to a portion on a stone wall were chains hung ominously. She was locked securely and left to cry for her lost daddy.
Eventually Rhola had snapped out of it regaining her old memories and finding time to survey her surroundings. She was in what appeared to be a slave chamber. Other various anthro morphs were looking among the slaves or talking lowly her bunny ears twitching to the sounds. Her body had regained its normal 19 year old look but she was still only three feet in height and had rather plump breast. This would be her life now. Wasting away in chains till someone picked her out only to use her for their own pleasure and toss her back to the rather cruel guards. She only felt pleasure though the tingling sensation her body would feel anytime someone would change her made her quite aroused. She couldn't help herself.
Rhola sighed her eyes closing as she rested in the chains only to open as a shadow loomed over her. She gave a slight nod the only thing she could do as a large black and gray dragon leaned over and looked into her eyes, "Why hello there cutie." Rhola blushed deeply her bunny tail wagging at the complement as she was happy that not all were cruel in this place. Yet she sighed in her mind as she figured it would be a while before she could possibly try to get rid of this curse as the tingling sensation began to course through her body as the dragon began to unchain her.
[Took me a while to get through this one. This will be it for Cursed Females for a while. If you would like to know what happens to Rhola become part of the story. [http://www.furcadia.com/download/](http://www.furcadia.com/download/) More information on the site. Thank you for reading and perhaps ill see you around \~Almoryk] | FSE |
Tags: Breast Inflation, Female Inflation, first person
Text: It wasn't easy for a girl like me to find a suitable vehicle to drive about, especially in my condition that sometimes seemed to afflict me at the oddest moments. I needed a new car to tote my little balloon body around in. I needed something roomy and economical, partly so I would have money to continue buying my custom-made wardrobe.
One Saturday afternoon I slipped into a slinky yellow outfit and headed to the car dealerships that littered the town's major shopping district. My junky old rust bucket carted my big buttocks across town, where I found the first of the dealerships I wanted to investigate. The dealership was said to have the best prices and vehicles around. "Roomy and affordable," they claimed in their advertisements. I pulled into the dealership and parked.
Aa young rather handsome salesman said seeming to appear out of nowhere. "Good afternoon, young lady. I'm Mark. May I help you? Are you looking for something specific?" His gaze rested on the low cut front of my yellow outfit.
"I'm looking for something that will accommodate my, um...body," I told him directly. I always believed in being up-front with everyone--especially if my "up front" could expand at a moment's notice.
"How about this little number?" Mark smiled, all teeth, as he pointed out a little red Volkswagen. He opened the door and gestured me in to take a seat behind the wheel. I slipped in and squirmed my way into the seat, my yellow dress riding up a bit.
"Feels good?" he questioned watching me squirm and my breasts shimmy in the yellow top.
"Feels great. But will it hold me?" I smiled up at the cute guy.
"Will it hold you? It seems to hold you just fine," he said then he blinked and I giggled as his eyes locked onto my chest.
I sat back in the seat and inhaled deeply, feeling the warm afternoon air fill my lungs and push my chest upwards. The air wasn't only filling my lungs, though--and poor Mark could attest to that as he watched my bust swell up bigger, rounder, fatter than any girl's chest he had ever seen. I cranked the seat back as my inflating boobs touched the steering wheel.
"Gosh, the car sure does seem big enough," I said as the yellow dress filled out snug with my beachball-sized breasts. My nipples had popped up and were swelling against the taut fabric. "But what about my boobs? Are they big enough?" I added, awkwardly moving around so I was sitting just within the door frame of the car. My billowing ballooning breasts were rounding out gently nudging my lap.
I smiled cutely at the salesman as I inhaled deeply through my nose. My yellow top bulged out further and further. My fattening bosoms surpassed beachball status as they wedged me in the door frame and pushed out bigger. The yellow top stretched and stretched as two huge mounds of inflating bust line bulged up in the neck line of the dress. I giggled as the huge warm expanding breasts nudged my chin. I kissed both swelling globes, leaving lipstick marks on the pink upsurging flesh.
Finally I stopped the inflation and sat there. I was wedged in the door frame of the car with my huge boobs almost hiding my head. "What do you think?" I asked Mark the car salesman.
He stood there staring, mouth agape.
"You won't need air bags," he stammered.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Friends in the Booth
Tags: gang bang, adult bookstore, public sex, adult book store, anal, oral, reluctance
Friends in the Booth
From the time I told Melissa about my adventure at the adult bookstore, which led to being blackmailed by a coworker, she had been relentless in trying to get me go with her to check out the store.
"But Kirsten...I can't go alone!" Melissa whined.
I leaned back against the sink as I dried some dishes. "Get Jordan to take you."
She stuck her lips out in a mock pout, "He'll go, but...I don't want to be the only girl there...come on..."
For those of you not following along with my sexual journey, I'm Kirsten. I'm twenty-five years old, a true ginger - not flaming red, but still. I stand about 5'2"/5'3", and I weigh between 130 and 135. I've been working hard to drop a few pounds, and I am finally seeing some results. Attractiveness is hard to judge for yourself, but I've been told I'm sort of girl next door cute. Critically cute as someone told me once.
Melissa. Now she's super cute. Natural blonde, a little taller and a little thinner than I am, perky breasts, and a killer smile.
"Melissa....you know what happened last time..." I sighed. My last adult bookstore encounter resulted in being discovered by a co-worker who happened to be among the group of men who had fucked me. A co-worker that had blackmailed me into having sex with him and a friend. I was trying to avoid a repeat of that experience.
She moved over next to me, running her hand along my side and over my hip. Her lips brushed against my neck as I sighed, "...come on...we can find some other place where things would be cool.."
I moaned as I turned to kiss her. When she was through with me, as we cuddled naked in bed, our limbs intwined, I gave in.
The text from Melissa came just a few days later: Free this weekend?
After quickly figuring out that I could put off most of what I needed to do I replied: Sure. What's up.
A few minutes later, she responded: Found our place - got a room for the night so we don't have to drive back.
I grinned as it finally dawned on me what she was referring to: U sure about this?
:Yep
:Jordon's in?
:He's been hard the last two days just thinking about it!
Laughing I sent back my reply: Then I'm in.
Time slowed down, making Thursday and Friday torture at work. Finally, quitting time rolled around, and I rushed home to get ready before my friends came by to pick me up. All week I had been trying to decide what to wear. As usual, I wanted to give off an innocent, but not unapproachable, vibe, and I wanted to stay away from anything that looked too slutty. I settled on a nice fitting pair of black jeans over a black thong. I pulled on a plain white "boyfriend tee" from Victoria Secrets, topping that off with a short, cropped jacket. As I checked myself out, I thought I looked rather sassy with my new shorter haircut.
By the time I was throwing a few last minute items in my overnight duffle (my Rabbit made the final last minute cut), the doorbell was chiming. I grabbed my bag, and opened the door.
Melissa was grinning ear to ear. "Ready?"
"Let's go!"
I followed her down the stairs admiring her look. A black knit dress, scoop neck, and flats. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that was really very cute.
She turned to look back at me and giggled, "Jordan's hard as a fucking rock! BEGGED me to blow him on the drive over!"
"..and...?"
"He's still suffering!"
"You are such a bitch!" I laughed as I opened the back passenger door, tossing my bag across the seat. "Hey Jordan!"
Jordan looked back at me with a pained look on his face, "Don't you want to ride shotgun?"
I pouted at him, "But Jordan, if I did that, your raging hard on might tempt me to do something unsafe..."
Melissa laughed and jumped into the front seat. "Don't worry baby. We'll take very good care of you later." She squeezed the obvious bulge in his jeans as Jordan groaned.
For the next hour and half, Jordan was a good sport as Melissa and I teased him without mercy. His only response was, "You girls just wait...what goes around..."
We pulled up to our hotel, and checked into the room around 8:00 pm. Melissa was eager to go, but Jordan and I argued for drinks at the bar to help us relax. It was her turn to groan in frustration, "Come on guys! I'm ready now!"
I sided with Jordan, and we hit the bar. After a couple glasses of wine, I was feeling good. Melissa was obviously horny and beyond ready to go. Jordan pulled out his phone, looked up directions to the bookstore, and paid our tab. Melissa crawled into the back seat with me much to Jordan's dismay, and we made out as our driver made his way to our destination.
Melissa moaned as I slid my hand under her dress, lightly running my fingers up her thighs. My fingertips circled her clit, then trailed down along her slit. She gasped as I inserted a finger slowly into her wet pussy.
"Jordan..." I teased, looking at him as he caught quick glances at us in the rearview mirror. "She's so fucking wet..." I whispered, as Melissa slowly ground her pussy against my hand.
"...You guys suck...." He muttered under his breath.
In about 20 minutes, he announced that we had arrived, and Melissa and I pulled ourselves apart.
Almost a dozen cars were scattered throughout the parking lot that surrounded the one story building. A simple neon sign hung over the door.
Jordan parked and turned to look back at us, "So how do you want to do this? All go in together? Or maybe separate?"
I just shrugged, looking toward Melissa. Her forehead wrinkled as she gave it some thought, "Why don't you go in first Jordan. You can check it out just to see what it's like. If it's cool, text me. Then Kirsten and I can play 'two girls checking out the dirty bookstore'." She looked from me to Jordan, "What do you think."
I smiled, "Sounds good to me."
Jordan was grinning like the village idiot, "Ok. Sounds like plan."
He stepped out of the car, but before closing the door, he poked his head back in, "And keep your fingers out of my wife's pussy for just a LITTLE while, ok?"
We laughed as we watched Jordan walk across the asphalt and enter the building.
"Nervous?"
Melissa just nodded.
About the time we were thinking that something might be wrong, the text came through: Cool place. Number of guys creeping around. Think you'll like it.
I slipped off my jacket, leaving it on the seat as we both took a deep breath and headed toward the door.
The outer door opened into a fairly large room that was similar to the other bookstore I had visited. Display counters to the right, and what I would call an S&M wall to the left. The center of the room was row after row of DVD displays, toys, and racks of clothing. Toward the back, on the left wall, was an entrance to the private booths with a change machine and a bathroom next to the doorway. Straight ahead of us was another door with a sign over it that read simply: Theatre. A number of guys were milling around looking at the merchandise.
Melissa's eyes were wide as she took it all in. I nudged her to get her moving into the room as the clerk behind the counter looked over at us, "Good evening ladies."
I smiled at him shyly and bit at my lower lip as Melissa managed a hoarse, "...hi..."
He was checking us out as we moved down the row right in front of us, "Let me know if you need any help."
I glanced over at him, brushed my hair back, and nodded. By this time, the half dozen guys in the room had noticed us. I looked around, spotting Jordan in the back of the store next to a display of blow up dolls. He gave a slight nod, and pretended to check us out as like the others.
Melissa looked somewhat flush as she stopped and looked at the video titles. Her nipples were pressing against the fabric of her dress clearly indicating her state of mind. I stopped next to her, letting my right hand drift over to her ass. We were drawing stares now as my hand dropped lower and stroked the upper part of her leg just below the hem of her dress. Slowly, I moved my hand up under the fabric to caress her bare ass. In the process her dress rode up to reveal more skin. Melissa moved her feet a little further apart, trembling as I ran a finger up between her legs.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jordan whisper something to a couple guys standing close to him. They grinned, and the three of them moved around to stand in the row just behind us. I started to finger my friend slowly as she arched her back sticking her ass out. Melissa held onto the shelf in front of her as she slowly rotated her hips taking my finger deeper into her pussy.
A guy appeared on the end of our row, pretending to check out the videos as he snuck quick peeks at us. Two other guys stood on the other side of the display rack, not directly in front of us, but just off to either side. I grinned at them as I slipped a second finger into Melissa's pussy causing her to moan out loud. I worked my fingers slowly in and out of her pussy a couple more times before pulling them out and rubbing the juices all over her bare ass. The expressions on the faces around us was priceless as I let the dress fall back over Melissa's hips.
"Come on...!" I walked to the end of the aisle, past the guy still pretending to look at the DVDs, and made my way over to the S&M wall. Melissa followed with a dazed look on her face that I knew from past experience was a great indicator of her level of arousal. Every eye in the place was on us. I picked up a pair of handcuffs, playfully wagging them in front of my friend. She laughed as she held her hands out in front of her pretending to submit to being cuffed.
We checked out the various cuffs, and whips, and blindfolds. We took our time, picking up and inspecting the various items as we giggled to ourselves. I looked over my shoulder to see Jordan engaged in a discussion with several of the other guys. He caught my eye and tilted his head toward the entrance to the video booths. I bit my lip and gave a brief nod.
"...Jordan thinks we should hit the booths..." I whispered into my friend's ear.
Melissa glanced at the doorway then back at me. "...ok..."
"But first, follow me..." I led her on a brief tour around the store. I made sure that the guys were watching as we stopped to look at the array of toys. I teased them by looking at some of the clothes, holding the skimpy dresses and fantasy costumes up to Melissa and myself to see how they looked against our bodies. Finally, I clearly let them see that we were very interested in the DVD section on gang bangs, group sex, and "forced" sex. Finally, when I could tell that the sexual tension in the room was reaching a boiling point, we walked over the counter.
I pulled a $20 bill out of my pocket, handing it to the clerk. I brushing my hair back as I blushed, "Can I get dollars for the booths?"
He looked us over like a wolf studies a wounded sheep. Handing over a wad of singles, his fingers brushed against the inside of my wrist causing goosebumps to pop up along my arm, "...have a good times ladies..."
Both of us were blushing now as we headed over the entrance to the back hallway. Jordan was nowhere to be seen, and I assumed he had gone on ahead of us. I looked around, as it slowly dawned on me that only a couple guys were still in the main room. Probably through Jordan's efforts the others had anticipated our move to the back booths when we approached the counter for change.
We stepped through a heavy black curtain, and into a short darkened hallway. As our eyes adjusted to the dimness, I could see that several video booths lined the wall on each side. I saw Jordan peeking around the corner from the intersecting hallway just a little bit in front of us.
I sensed Melissa hesitate, so I took charge.
"Come on..." I opened the second door on the right. Lights above the doors of the first few booths were dark, so I knew they were empty. I pulled Melissa into the room. "...You ok?..."
She let out a deep breath, "Yeah...nervous...horny..." She giggled anxiously, giving me a nervous smile, "...yeah...I'm good...."
I threaded a couple dollars into the machine, and the video immediately started. A girl was bent over a park bench as a big white guy plowed her from behind. I unbuttoned my jeans, and pulled my tee shirt over my head. I sat down on the bench, and slid one hand into the front of my jeans as my other hand caressed my tits through the fabric of my lace bra.
We heard doors on either side of us open and then slam closed. I nodded to the holes on either side of the booth. I knew we were being watched. I sat back on the bench and spread my legs. As I stared at Melissa, I started to rub my pussy. My fingers circled my clit, and I moaned as I slid my middle finger into my wet cunt.
"...Join me...." I whispered.
Melissa lifted her dress over her hips, and leaned back against the door. Little wisps of hair had escaped her pony tail and framed her face. Along with the color rising in her cheeks, Melissa looked very vulnerable and erotic. As she ran her hand down her belly to her pussy, one of the guys watching us stuck his cock through the hole to her left. Melissa stroked her pussy with her right hand as she reached over to wrap her left hand around his stiff cock. We heard a loud groan from the other side of the wall as she started to slowly stroke the thick shaft.
I watched Melissa slowly stroking the rigid tool as I continued to finger myself. One the other side of the booth, a second cock pressed through the other glory hole. Reluctantly ceasing my self stimulation, I got up and knelt on the floor. I licked the thick head, then took the rigid cock in my mouth as I stared into my friend's eyes.
I slowly licked the thick shaft, running my tongue along the sensitive underside of the stranger's prick. A muffled moan came through the thin wall as he tried to press his cock further through the hole. On the video, the girl screamed out as her partner's thick cock now slammed into her ass.
I was intently sucking on the cock in my mouth as Melissa dropped to the floor next to me. She gave me a sly grin, and she slowly licked the underside of the cock she had been stroking from the base to the head. She nibbled on the tip as the guy in the booth gasped. He was groaning with pleasure as Melissa teased his cock with her lips before suddenly taking it deep into her mouth. We watched each other sucking on the strangers' cocks.
From the other side of wall I heard an "Oh fuck!" as the cock in my mouth twitched and started to empty its load. I took the first spurt in my mouth, then pulled back, jerking the shaft rapidly as second spurt sprayed on my chest. Melissa's wide eyes got even wider as the other guy hissed, "I'm going to cum...!"
Before she could pull back, the look on her face told me that Melissa had taken the load in her mouth. She kept sucking, trying to swallow it all, but a string of cum trickled down her chin. Finally, the guy pulled back, and gasped, "...oh fuck...!" as his cock slipped out of Melissa's warm, wet mouth.
The cock in my hand deflated, and I let it go as it slipped back through the glory hole. I leaned over and kissed Melissa, licking the cum off her chin.
"...God that was hot..." She whispered. I just grinned and bit my lip.
We heard the doors open and the guys stumble out. We could just make out the rustling of other people in the hall outside our booth, and it wasn't long before we could hear two people in the booths next to us. Melissa put her fist to mouth to suppress a laugh as a small cock pushed through the hole next to me.
"...Bet you could deep throat that..." She whispered before breaking out into barely suppressed giggles.
I fought back my own laugher as I looked at her in mock anger. I took the cock between my thumb and first two fingers of my right hand.
"...Oh god...." Melissa was in tears as she fell back on the floor her body racked with silent laughter.
The guy groaned as I licked the head of his cock. I didn't want to waste any time, so I took him into my mouth, pressing my lips as close as possible to the wall. I just held my head in place, my lips snuggly around his dick, as he pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. He did not last long at all before I felt the spasms that indicated he was going to cum. I took his cum in my mouth, easily swallowing his meager load. I pulled back and licked my lips as another cock push through the hole close to Melissa.
Seeing the stiff cock, she got her giggles under control. She took the new cock firmly in hand and began stroking and licking the tip of the guy's dick. I could tell the guy with the small dick had not left the booth, and I assumed he was watching the show. I moved to the side so he would have a better view of Melissa, and I lifted her dress over her hips to expose her bare ass. She was sitting back on her heels, her ass perfectly displayed.
Looking back at the guy I knew was watching us through the glory hole, I seductively licked a couple fingers, then rubbed them up between her legs. Melissa groaned around the cock lodged in her mouth as I started to finger her pussy. She was rocking back on my hand, sucking hard on the guy poking through the wall. I pulled my fingers out, licked them, and slowly inserted them into her pussy again two knuckles deep. Melissa moaned and the cock sunk deeper into her mouth.
I could hear the guy groaning as Melissa worked on his dick, and I knew from the sounds he was making that he was close. Melissa pulled back, furiously pumping the guy's shaft. I moved up beside her, pulling her dress up over her tits. Her nipples were rock hard. I heard a muffled scream as he sprayed his cum all over Melissa's tits. She turned him loose and let him pull his cock back into his booth as he muttered, "...thanks..."
I stared at the guy watching the show through the other hole as I slowly licked the cum off my friends breasts.
Melissa moaned as I licked her tits clean and sucked gently on her nipples. The door to one of the rooms opened, then slammed shut.
"Come on..." I pulled Melissa to her feet as she gave me with a puzzled look. I grabbed my shirt and unlocked the door.
Opening the door, we stepped out into the hallway. Several guys were hanging around outside the booth we had recently occupied. Nearly running into a couple of them, I smiled at them as I walked down to the intersecting hall. To the left, the hall extended down about ten feet then turned right. To the right, the hallway extended the same distance then turned left. Directly in front of us was a door to a janitors closet. I looked both ways, then turned right.
At the end of that short hallway, we turned left down another corridor that was a bit darker, longer than the entrance hall, and lined with video booths all down the left side. A number guys were loitering about, and I saw Jordan talking to someone at the end of the hall. Lights were on over a number of booths.
As we walked down the hall, guys were staring at my tits barely covered by my thin bra. I had left my jeans unbuttoned, and the lace top of my black panties was barely visual in the dim light.
We were drawing a crowd. I glanced over my shoulder to see the guys that had been hanging out in front of the previous booth had followed us deeper into the building. A couple guys leaned back against the wall to our right, and we excused ourselves as we walked past. In front of us, at the end of the hall, Jordan was standing with several guys blocking our passage.
I smiled nervously at the guys leaning against the wall as I pulled open the door to a booth right in front of them. We ducked quickly inside.
"...Fuck..." Melissa hissed. She was clearly very turned on.
"...Yeah..." I was almost crawling out of my skin I was so aroused by this point.
The door started to creep open, but Melissa grabbed the handle and pulled it closed. We could hear the guys shuffling around outside along with their muffled voices. I slipped a few dollars into the video machine, and the movie started. A white woman was being stripped by a group of black guys while pretending to protest.
Melissa brushed the wisps of hair back behind her ear. Her face was pale, and her breathing was shallow. My heart was beating a mile a minute as I reached up and unhooked my bra. I tossed my bra and shirt onto the bench, and slid my jeans and panties over my hips. They joined my shirt on the bench. I kicked off my shoes, and I stood there totally naked looking intently at my friend. Melissa reached down and grabbed the bottom her her dress. She pulled it over her head in one swift motion, and tossed it onto the pile. She kicked off her shoes, and she was also totally naked.
The door started to slowly push open again, and this time neither one of us moved to close it.
A cock appeared through the hole next to me as the door swung completely open. Jordan stood in the front of a crowd of guys trying to get a look into the booth. I bit my lip as I dropped to my knees, wrapping my hand around the anonymous cock. Looking straight at the guys pressing in the doorway, I took the cock in my mouth and starting sucking.
"...Damn...!"
"...What a bitch..."
"...Suck it slut...."
The comments coming from the hall increased my arousal, and I attacked the cock with vigor.
Melissa squatted down next to me. I felt her hand on my inner thigh, and I trembled as her fingers found my wet pussy. Moaning, I pushed back as she inserted a couple fingers easily into my wet hole. Jordan stepped into the booth unzipping his pants. He grabbed his wife's ponytail with one hand, pulling out his raging hard on with the other. He slammed his cock into her willing mouth as she relentlessly finger fucked me.
Another guy pushed into the small room, kneeling down in front of me. He reached between my legs with one hand and began rubbing my clit. I shivered and groaned around the cock fucking my mouth. His other hand cupped my tit, massaging the soft flesh. The rough skin of his hand rubbing against my stiff nipple sent little jolts of pleasure through my body. Without warning, the cock in my mouth exploded. Warm cum hit the back of my throat as I tried not to gag. The cock pulled out of my mouth as I gasped, trying to catch my breath, my own orgasm building.
Melissa's fingers in my cunt along with the fingers teasing my clit sent me spinning over the edge.
"...I'm cumming...." I hissed as my pussy clenched around my friend's fingers. The guy in front of me grabbed a fistful of my hair pulling my head back as I came.
"...Ahhhhhh.......fuck........" I groaned as intense jolts of pure pleasure slammed through my body.
I heard Jordan grunt, and he jammed his cock deep into his wife's mouth as he came. Melissa's mouth overflowed as cum ran down her chin. Jordan held her head in place as his cock jerked and he shot another load into her mouth. He finally released his grip and pulled his cock out of her mouth, wiping it on her face.
"Let's fuck em..." He growled as he pulled Melissa to her feet. He spun her around to face the bench, forcing her to bend over as he kicked her feet further apart.
"Who's first?" Jordan looked back at the guys crowding in the door.
I was still quivering from the impact of my orgasm as the guy in front of me pulled me out of the booth into the hallway. I was surrounded by guys freeing rigid cocks from the confines of their pants. Pressed to my hands and knees, I looked to my left in time to see someone bury a thick cock in my friends dripping pussy. Someone's cock pushed against my lips. I opened my mouth as one of the other guys ran his rock hard dick up and down my wet slit making me jump when he bumped it up against my swollen clit.
I could hear Melissa panting as she neared her own climax. A couple guys wedged themselves in the booth next to her, and she yelped as they roughly grabbed at her tits and pinched her rock hard nipples.
I jumped again as someone slapped my ass, and I let out a muffled yelp as a hard cock slammed into me without warning. I rocked back and forth on the cocks fucking me front and back as more hands caressed, slapped, pinched, and kneaded every inch of my bare flesh. I heard Melissa yell out as she came.
"...Ooooo.....oooo.ohh god....yessss....ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!"
Out of the corner of my eye I could see her legs twitch as her orgasm swept through her body. The guy fucking her stepped away, leaving a streak of cum gleaming across her ass.
Someone else took his place, and Melissa tried to stifle a scream as he plowed into her balls deep.
"Ahhhh....fuck...god...its so big......!!!" Her voice now had a rough, ragged edge, dripping with lust.
My mouth was suddenly empty as the cock was ripped away. Hot streams of cum hit my face, then the cock was jammed back between my lips. I sucked until it deflated, and I gasped for air as he withdrew again. My hips were held in an iron grip as my pussy was plowed over and over. I grunted with each thrust, biting my lip to keep from screaming out loud. Finally, I felt the cock swell, and suddenly my pussy was empty as cum sprayed half way up my back.
Melissa was whimpering as she was fucked hard and fast. I could see the guy's ass clench as he came in her cunt. He moved aside as Jordan grabbed Melissa's arm, and pulled her out of the booth. At the same time, several guys pulled me to my feet.
Once in the hall Melissa was slammed against the wall. Someone stepped in front of her and raised her left leg to his hip. She clung to his neck as he fumbled between her legs trying to stick his cock in her pussy. The guy found his mark, and Melissa grunted as he filled her up. She slammed against the wall with each thrust as she was fucked without mercy.
I was spun around to face the wall, and another cock slid easily into my pussy as hands reached around to painfully kneed my tits. I almost panicked when I looked around and didn't see Jordan anymore among the pack of wolves that surrounded us. I braced myself against the wall as I was fucked fast and rough.
Melissa was panting and moaning as the assault on her pussy intensified. We came as just about the same time. I suppressed a scream as I was slammed with wave after wave of almost painful pleasure. Melissa's eyes were screwed tightly closed as she grunted her way through her own climax.
My legs were wobbly as warm cum flooded my pussy. Melissa's eyes flew open as the guy fucking her slammed into her balls deep shooting his sperm deep into her cunt.
Jordan suddenly reappeared, tossing my shirt at me. He tossed Melissa's dress at her, and he told us to clean ourselves up. We stood naked in the middle of the still good sized crowd as we tried to wipe the cum from our still sensitive skin.
"Come on..." Jordan grinned, "Lets check out the theatre."
Melissa and I were barely able to stand as we were hustled through the hallway. The whole way hands were all over our naked bodies. Jordan escorted the posse out into the main room, the lights causing us to blink with the sudden brightness as we pushed through the heavy curtain. He nodded at the clerk who nodded back as we headed toward the door marked "Theatre".
Being totally naked and so thoroughly exposed in such a public place, my level of arousal was off the charts. Being naked in the dark back hallway was one thing, but here under the bright lights was another head rush altogether. In addition to the guys who were part of our group, at least five other guys were browsing the store merchandise. One by one they looked up, then did a double take as they realize that two cute, obviously freshly fucked women were naked in the store. I shivered involuntarily as I glanced over at my friend.
Melissa looked like a cornered rabbit. Her eyes darted around the room as she raised an arm instinctively to cover her breasts. Someone behind her, caught her wrist and twisted her arm up behind her back.
"...No you don't slut..." I heard him hiss as her propelled her forward.
Jordan's look was harder to read, but I assumed that he was cool with everything so far as he had not stepped in to stop anything that had happened to his wife. I tried to catch her eye, but Melissa was just staring straight ahead with a dazed look. I briefly wondered if we had gone to far. She was not the exhibitionist I was, and she had never been so exposed in public before, although she did flash Jordan at times to tease him when they were out. This was also her first gang bang. And, if I was finding it to be pretty intense, I was sure she was a bit overwhelmed.
Jordan stopped before the door. He turned and grabbed Melissa's ponytail. Roughly pulling her head back, he whispered something into her ear. She gave a terse nod. Jordan let go of her hair and opened the door.
A large flat screen TV was mounted on the wall to our right as we entered the room. On the screen two women were licking a huge cock as the man laid back on the floor. A cheap armchairs along with a number of other, even cheaper chairs were arranged in the theatre along with several couches. A ragged looking shag carpet covered the space between the chairs and the wall where the TV hung. Three of the chairs were taken, and the guys that occupied them were trying to steal peeks at a couple sitting on one of the couches toward the back.
The couple looked a bit older, older than I was anyway, and the guy had his arm around the woman's shoulder. His hand reached into her partially unbuttoned blouse obviously playing with her tits. Her skirt was pushed up to the top of her thighs showing off her panties. She looked nervous, but clearly aroused. They both stared at at us as we moved into room.
Jordan sat down on a couch in the middle of the room, and he pulled Melissa down next to him. One of the guys who had followed us sat on her other side.
A hand stroked my neck sending shivers down my spine. Another hand reached around my waist to caress my belly, and I trembled as goose bumps broke out all over my body. I was gently pulled back to sit in someones lap on one of the chairs. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass as he ran his hand lightly up my torso and cupped my tit.
The other guys pulled some chairs close, sitting down to watch the movie along with the developing live action in the room. I glanced quickly over at Melissa. Her legs were spread wide, resting on thighs of the two guys next to her. Her head was resting back on the couch, her eyes were closed, and she had a cock in each hand slowly stroking the rock hard shafts.
The door to the theatre opened, and a couple more guys wandered in.
I craned my neck to look back at the other couple as the guy underneath me shifted to undo his pants. I could not see the couple all that well, but I could see that her skirt was now pushed up to her hips, and she appeared to be slipping off her panties. The bare cock pressing against my ass focused my attention. I lifted my hips to allow his cock to slide into my aching pussy. I sighed as he sank deep into me, and I started to slowly grind on his cock.
I was leaning back against his chest, my arms reaching back over my shoulders to grip the back of the chair. I spread my legs apart providing a great view to anyone who wanted to watch. My nipples were painfully hard; my whole body needing release.
Melissa groaned, and I glance over to see that she was surrounded. Jordan was torturing her clit while the other guy was jamming at least three fingers in and out of her cunt. A couple guys stood behind her, their cocks out, rubbing them against her face as she turned her head from side to side to lick their dicks. One guy knelt on the floor in front of her, stroking his cock furiously.
My partner started to rub my clit in agonizing circles as I bucked and thrashed on top of him. Someone pulled my head to one side and pushed his cock into my mouth. Someone else roughly played with my tits, and I suddenly tipped over the edge.
My scream was muffled by the cock in my mouth as a massive orgasm slammed through every fiber of my being. I tried to pull away to catch my breath, but my head was held tightly in place as I tried to keep sucking on the cock in my mouth. My nostrils flared as I tried to take in enough air to keep from passing out. As a second wave caused me to shudder, the cock I was servicing went into spasms and cum flooded my mouth. I coughed and gagged as I tried to swallow the heavy load. Finally, he let go of my head. I gasped as I sucked air cum dripping down my chin.
"....oh fuckkkk....fuckkkkk......!!!!!" Melissa was writhing and moaning as her own orgasm hit. Her back arched, thrusting her tits out, her chest heaving with the intensity of the climax that swept through her body.
I slammed my pussy down on the cock buried inside me. The guy groaned and held me in place as he drained his balls in my cunt.
"Get her up!" I heard Jordan hiss.
Melissa was pulled up and spun around so she was kneeling on the sofa. She looked dazed, her forehead beaded with sweat. She braced herself on the back of the couch as her legs were spread apart. She yelped as someone buried his cock balls deep in her pussy in one rough thrust.
"...Oh fuck.....oh god....please....easy...oh fuck..." She moaned until someone rammed a cock into her mouth. Men gathered around to watch Melissa get fucked front and rear.
I stumbled into Jordan as he yanked me to my feet.
"What's your name slut?" He growled at me.
I blushed, playing my role perfectly, "...Kirsten..." I mumbled loud enough to be heard by the guys gathered around me.
He smirked, "You ever been fucked in the ass Kirsten?"
I pretended to pull away, but he held my wrist tight.
"...Wait...no...I don't think...." I stammered, looking frantically around, trying my best to appear nervous and afraid. It really wasn't much of a stretch, but I tried to look more scared than I truly was at that point. I was really incredibly turned on and horny, and I WANTED to feel a nice hard cock in my ass!
Not one guy spoke up. Eyes and minds overflowing with animal lust, they were beyond caring about anything but sticking their hard cocks in whatever hole the cute redhead had available.
I heard Melissa start to gag. She gasped for air as the cock was pulled from her mouth trailing a long string of sticky cum. Before she recovered, her head was roughly jerked to the side and another cock was immediately jammed between her lips.
I stumbled after Jordan as he pulled me to the front of the room. To my left I could see the other couple. A couple guys were playing were her now fully exposed tits, and her legs were spread wide open. I saw the guy she was with shake his head as someone tried to put a cock in the woman's mouth.
Jordan twisted my arm behind my back forcing me to kneel on the floor. He pulled my arm up higher, and I fell forward on the carpet. My ass was in the air with my chest pressed into the floor. Someone's hand roughly spread my thighs further apart.
"....wait....nooooo....." I moaned as I felt a finger circling my puckered anus. Someone knelt next to my head on the carpet. I turned my head so that I was looking into the room as a stiff cock was rubbed roughly against my lips. Without warning, cum erupted all over the side of my face and trickled down my cheek onto my lips. The guy smeared his warm cum on my skin with his dick then pressed the head of his cock to my lips. Opening my mouth, I sucked on the head of his cock until he pulled out and faded into the room.
Something wet dribbled onto my asshole, and I jumped as someone inserted a finger into my tight hole.
"...Oh god...guys....hold on a minute...." I pleaded, playing my role to the hilt. I pretended to struggle as more hands held me in place.
"I got first boys." Jordan crowed as he placed the head of his cock to my sphincter. "Hold her tight!"
I whimpered in pain and pleasure as the head of his cock insistently pressed into my ass, and I gasped as it popped through the outer ring.
Someone pulled one of the cheaper chairs onto the carpet, and sat down facing the room. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his dick. I stared at his cock in amazement as he started to slowly stroke it. He was huge. I mean HUGE. Very thick and long with a massive mushroom head.
"Bring that one over here." He commanded, gesturing toward Melissa. She was pulled off the couch and dragged toward the front of the room. Melissa took one look at his cock, and she looked like she was going to freak out. Melissa started to struggle as the guys picked her up and carried her over toward the guy on the chair.
"No...noon...its too big....guys....I can't...noon..." She begged and whimpered.
I was really starting to get worried until she quickly glanced over at me with a wicked gleam in her eye. I smiled to myself as I understood then that Melissa knew how to play "the reluctant game" with the best of them.
I looked over my shoulder at Jordan who was still pushing his cock into my ass. His face a picture of total lust as he watched his beautiful blonde scream when she was lowered onto the massive cock.
I felt Jordan slowly pull his cock back. As he watched Melissa slowly taking the monster deeper into her pussy, Jordan slammed his cock full force into my ass, and my screams joined those of my friend.
I clung desperately to the carpet to keep from being pushed forward with every rough thrust of Jordan's cock in my ass. I grunted and whimpered with each stroke, and I jumped and twitched as other guys slapped my bare ass and roughy grabbed at my tits.
From the noises Melissa was making I knew she was also riding that fine line between pleasure and pain also.
Jordan slammed in and out of my ass, as Melissa buried her face into her partner's neck. She wrapped her arms tightly around her partner, holding on as a series of violent convulsions began to wrack her body. She was babbling incoherently as she slammed herself up and down on the massive cock ravaging her pussy. Her body shuddered as the aftershocks of her orgasm tore through her body.
Simultaneously, Jordan's cock jerked several times as he emptied himself deep in my ass, and I howled as another orgasm swept through me. Melissa finally slumped against her partner's body, and for a second I thought she had passed out.
Before I could call to my friend, Jordan pulled out of my ass with a loud pop, and a bigger, thicker cock rammed into my used anal passage.
"OH FUCK!!!" I yelled as I was subjected to another anal assault.
Melissa was allowed only a brief respite before the guy buried in her cunt slapped her bare ass, "Not over yet bitch...get that ass moving!"
Melissa moaned as she started to grind her pussy again on the huge shaft. Jordan stood back watching the action, shifting his gaze from his slutty wife to his slutty friend. I saw him gesture to another guy and nod. Moving behind Melissa, the guy positioned his cock between her ass cheeks causing her to jump.
"...No....I can't....please...not there....noooooo....wait...wait....wait..." Melissa panted, pleaded and whimpered as her asshole was slowly forced open.
I was shaking uncontrollably as my ass was pounded over and over. The guy didn't last long, and in short order I felt another load of cum coat the inside of my ass. I looked up at my friend, her eyes wide as the thick cock slowly buried itself deeper into her ass. She howled as the guy started to really ass fuck her. The two guys quickly established a steady rhythm, and she buried her face again into the neck of the guy who was buried in her pussy. She trembled, shivered, and shuddered as she simply held on.
I was rolled over onto my back. My legs were pushed back to my shoulders, and the next guy buried his cock into my recently neglected pussy. Guys knelt on either side of my head, stroking on their cocks. First one, then the other, shot thick strings of cum onto my face and tits. I was rocking my ass up to meet the cock hammering my pussy without mercy. Another orgasm ripped through me without any warning. I tried to keep pace with the jackhammer in my pussy, but I was too drained. So I lay just back exhausted and let the stranger use my cunt.
Meanwhile, Melissa screamed again as the double team slammed into her again and again. Pinned between them, she could only endure the assault. Another series of convulsions hammered her already battered body as she came again and again. The guy fucking her ass tensed and jammed his cock into her balls deep. He held himself into her for a minute then pulled out with a pop, trailing a ribbon of cum from her ass to the head of his cock.
The guy below her grunted and rammed his hips forcefully up against my friend. He twitched and a shudder ran through him. He roughly threw her off his lap and onto the floor. She rose to her knees as he grabbed her head and thrust the head of his cock into her mouth. She could only fit the massive head into her mouth, and he held her in place as he came. His body jerked as a second and third load sprayed into her mouth. Cum leaked out around his cock and dribbled down her chin. He finally pulled out and wiped his sticky cock on Melissa's face.
He tucked his cock back into his pants as he walked away. Melissa was on her knees, leaning forward, bracing herself on her hands, her head hanging down, breathing heavily.
The guy fucking me pulled out, spraying his load all over my belly. My chest was heaving as I lay flat on my back on the cheap carpet. The other couple was gone, and only a few other guys remained in the theatre room. I rolled over and tried to stand, but my legs were too weak. I just sat there with my back against one of the couches. Melissa was still on her knees, head down, strands of hair pulled free of her pony tail hanging over her face.
On the TV, a young woman was riding a black guy reverse cowgirl, moaning as she came.
Jordan knelt by his wife, and whispered in her ear. She nodded slightly, taking a deep breath. He kissed the top of her head glancing over at me. He gave me an "Are you ok?" look. I grinned weakly and nodded.
As Jordan gathered our clothes, Melissa turned her head toward me and reached up to brush her hair back. She looked worn out and used, but a big grinned spread across her face.
I struggled to my feet as Jordan helped Melissa to stand. She slipped her dress over her head, and I pulled on my jeans and tee shirt. Jordan led the way as we exited the theatre room. A few guys still hung around in the main room, but I couldn't tell if they had been part of our adventure or not. They stared at us as we walked through the store.
The clerk gave us a knowing nod as we stepped out into the night. | literotica |
Title: Don't Make My Mistakes
Tags: incest, lesbian, fisting, strap on, lesbian sex
Stacey crept down the stairs and quietly went into the kitchen without turning on any lights as there was enough glow coming in from the outside to allow her to see where she was going. "Seems funny creeping about my house," Stacey thought to herself as she opened the door to the tall upright fridge and was suddenly illuminated in the glow, revealing he naked body. Stacey hadn't bothered putting on a nightdress or grabbing a gown as the house was still warm though at 2 am it was starting to cool a little causing her nipples to harden. Reaching for the iced water Stacey's hand brushed across the cucumber she had bought earlier and wicked thoughts crossed her mind as she caressed it with her hand. Admonishing herself as she had perfectly good dildos upstairs Stacey put the cucumber back and poured herself a glass of ice-cold water before closing the fridge putting the kitchen back into semi-darkness.
Stacey often wandered round the house naked since her only daughter, Becky, had started university a year last September. Stacey sighed as she looked at a picture of Becky on the fridge at age 10 with her freckled face and blonde hair falling in short soft curls framing her pretty face. "You haven't changed much despite being all grown up now," Stacey thought to herself as she recalled how in a whirl Becky had turned 18 then after a 'total blast in the sun' as Becky had called it, had packed herself off to university leaving Stacey in the house on her own. "At least she was back for the Christmas holidays," though Becky had little doubt she would be off out drinking and partying for most of the time, and not with her Mum who would be far too old for her.
As Stacey walked slowly along the hallway leading to the stairs, she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror in the hall and from the outside street lamp appraised herself. "Guess I don't look that bad," she said quietly, before adding, "in this light," and then sucking her tummy looked again with a critical eye. "OK" she thought as she patted her rump, "perhaps there was a few extra pounds on there but hell not bad for 45." Stacey turned her head from side to side in the reflection looking at what she saw. Like her daughter Stacey had her hair short but hers was a mousier brown than blonde and straight rather than the natural curls that Becky had retained from her childhood. Then Stacey weighed each of her full beasts in each hand and noticed the slight sag that was there mainly due to gravity pulling her 38D breasts downwards every day. Rolling a thumb across each large pink nipple she felt them harden even more and as her breathing quickened, she slowly started to pinch, feeling a tingling in her groin. Chuckling in her throat she knew that one of the things her daughter would complain about was her own lack of breasts and would often joke that she had inherited her father's breasts rather than her mothers.
Thinking of Robert, Becky's father, Stacey wondered what he was doing this Christmas and if he would be as lonely as she was when Becky had spent last Christmas at her Father's and his new wife as well as her younger step brother and sister. "I guess he has his new family round him now," thought Stacey though she couldn't really blame him, after all it was her fault they had split up.
Robert had come home early one afternoon from his job at the bank and found his wife in bed with her head buried between another woman's thighs. To make matters worse the woman that Stacey was eating out with considerable relish and gusto was Robert's own sister Helen. After lots of recriminations and some fairly strong words Robert & Stacey had split with Stacey getting day to day custody of Becky, who was 5 at the time, on the proviso that Stacey kept her sexuality from her daughter. Whilst it tore Stacey up inside to hide in that way, the thought of losing Becky was too much so she agreed to Robert's only condition.
The affair with Helen fizzled out pretty quickly after Robert had threatened to tell their parents and over the years Stacey had a few brief flings when Becky was with her father but nothing permanent. In her later childhood years every time Becky would raise the question as to why her parents had split up, Stacey would change the subject. She assumed Robert had not revealed anything either as Becky had never hinted that she knew the reason behind the split. Once Becky turned 18 and left for University Stacey spread her wings, and her legs, and was enjoying a late flush of some very exciting affairs. Even though Robert could not take Becky away, Stacey had never quite found the courage to tell her daughter.
Realising she was standing on the spot getting colder Stacey shook herself and mounted the stairs to go back to bed. "Maybe I will try out one of my new vibes" she thought trying to remember if it had a silent mode. As she passed Becky's room, she heard what sounded like moans of pain coming from Becky's room and stopped. Tapping gently on the door she whispered, "Are you OK Becky?" Not getting any reply Stacey repeated herself a little louder before she gently eased the door open and stuck just her head round the door, keeping the rest of her body behind the door to conceal her nakedness.
Becky was on the bed on all fours and totally naked, her ass pointing towards Stacey who stood open mouthed. Her daughter had her hand between her legs and was rubbing herself furiously as she was glued to the screen, and the reason she hadn't answered her mother became clear as she had headphones on. Stacey was rooted to the spot as she watched her daughter slide two fingers into what was clearly a very wet pussy and then back over her clit, grinding her hips down onto her fingers. Stacey couldn't see the screen but guessed by the way her daughter was acting it was porn of some type.
Suddenly Becky moved and reached under her pillow and her hand came holding a small pink vibrator shaped like a man's penis. Stacey held her breath and went to duck out of sight but could see that Becky wasn't going to move from her position, just the dildo was replacing the fingers. Stacey could feel her juices trickling down her inner thighs as she watched her daughter drive the dildo in and out of her pussy, her pink lips wrapped round the shaft covering it in her juices. The sound of Becky fucking herself filled the room along with the heady aroma of her sex sending Stacey wild. As Stacey watched she saw Becky jerk and writhe in orgasm and a copious amount of fluid bubbled round the dildo and all Stacey could think of was "she is a squirter like me."
If it hadn't been her daughter Stacey would have been on the bed in a flash, but instead she quietly shut the door and made her way back to her room, her heart pounding in her chest and her brain spinning at a thousand miles per hour. Lying on her back on her bed Stacey stared into the darkness and the picture of her daughter masturbating to porn was very clear in her mind's eye. As Stacey pictured the youthful lithe body, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter and had an over whelming urge to touch herself. "Oh God," she thought, "I am getting turned on by my own daughter's body," and as Stacey started to strum her clit, she found herself wondering what he daughter might taste like. "I shouldn't think like this," Stacey chided herself but the image was too strong as she saw in detail her daughter's fingers covered in sticky goo and wished that it was her goo they were covered in. Stacey had to bite her lip to stop herself from crying out as she orgasmed on her own fingers, plunging three in and out while twisting her nipple with the other hand, just like her semi-regular girlfriend did.
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Late the following morning Becky came into the kitchen as Stacey was making herself a sandwich as it was nearly lunchtime and said, "Morning Mum, I slept like a log last night."
Stacey had to bite back the comment about, "not surprised after you fucked yourself silly," and instead replied, "So what plans do you have for what left of the day, it's still a week until Christmas so guess you will be out partying every evening."
"Dunno Mum," Becky replied, "not sure if I am honest if I even want to mix with the old crowd."
Stacey detected a note of sadness in her daughter's voice and pouncing on it asking, "Is everything OK Becky, is Uni going alright?"
"It's fine Mum, don't worry." Becky laughed in response.
"It's not boy trouble is it?" Stacey joked, "You are not going to make me a grandmother are you," holding her hand to her mouth in mock horror.
The change that came over her daughter shocked Stacey as Becky snapped, "Stop bloody nagging me Mum, you are as bad as Dad, going on all the time about settling down and the patter of tiny feet. Am getting fed up of it." With that Becky grabbed her jacket and left, slamming the door behind her leaving a shocked Stacey still holding the butter knife in one hand and a half-buttered slice of bread in the other.
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A couple of hours later and a flurry of exchanged texts between them found things a little calmer with Stacey saying she was sorry and Becky doing the same. Becky had agreed she would be home around 7 and they could have dinner together and perhaps even watch a movie.
Stacey moved around the house with her usual efficiency and making sure everything was tidied away and with the bolognaise sauce bubbling away took some spare towels up to Becky's bedroom. Opening the door and staring at the bed, Stacey got a flash back to last night's scene and felt herself blush but at the same time get wet between her legs. Stacey hated herself but couldn't help checking under the pillow and when she found the dildo bought it out and examined it carefully. Holding it to her nose she inhaled and could smell her daughter's scent over the smell of the latex and she had the urge to actually lick it.
Putting it back guiltily Stacey tidied the room and when she lifted the laptop from the bed and onto the chest of drawers when to her surprise it sprang into life. The wallpaper was some picture of her and Becky on holiday when Becky was still small and the screen was locked and demanded a password. Stacey knew she was wrong, she knew this was an invasion of her daughter's privacy but she couldn't help herself. As Stacey looked at the screen and wondered what the password might be, she recalled that yesterday when they had been clearing out the loft together, they had found an old hamster cage. Becky had clapped her hands in glee and they laughed about her daughter's first pet, Mr Buggles, a hamster she had got for her 11th birthday. Mr Buggles had passed away in its cage one-night causing great grief and mourning throughout the house until it was buried with more pomp and ceremony than a state funeral. Becky wouldn't stop talking about how much that hamster had meant to her and how she would always remember it.
Laughing softly to herself but biting her bottom lip in nervous anticipation Stacey typed in 'MrBuggles' to the laptop. To her complete surprise and amusement, the screen unlocked itself revealing the video player centre screen and without thinking she pressed play and the last thing that had been watched started to appear. As the video started to play Stacey knew it was porn, but to her shock what appeared on screen was not the hetro-porn she had expected. Instead the scene being played out was a very heavy lesbian scene involving an older woman and a younger girl who soon got down to business. As the story developed in silence Stacey watched as the older woman clearly was seducing the younger one and slowly undressing her. Seeing her daughter's earphones Stacey slipped them on and was soon enthralled as she listened to the sounds of ecstasy coming from the screen.
Stacey watched the older woman fastening on the harness for a strap on that was considerably bigger than the pink dildo her daughter had used on herself, but not as big as some of the dildos Stacey owned. Sliding her hand inside her leisure pants Stacey started to rub herself in unison with the rubbing the older woman was doing on the younger girl getting her ready for the dildo. Finding the waistband was cutting into her wrist Stacey cursed and slipped the pants down to her ankles along with her cotton panties and started rubbing herself faster and harder. The earphones were filled with the sound of the young girl's pussy being fucked hard and Stacey could feel her orgasm start to build. Just as she was about to cum Stacey felt the draught of the door opening and looking over her shoulder found herself looking straight into the face of her daughter.
"Oh God," Stacey screamed trying to remove the earphones, shut the screen, remove her hand and pull up her pants all at the same time.
To her utter amazement Becky just burst into peals of laughter, in fact she was laughing so much she was doubled over and crying. Finally managing to stifle her laughter for a moment Becky looked at her mother and said, "When you are dressed, I think we need to have an honest mother/daughter talk. I will put the kettle on." and with that went out of the room leaving Stacey frozen and stunned.
Mother and daughter sat over the kitchen table and looked at each other in silence before Becky said, "OK I will start. I have been having feelings towards other women for a while now but was worried what I would say to you and Dad." Stacey nodded as Becky went on, "So I am guessing by the way you reacted to the porn on my laptop you have leanings that way yourself." When she saw her mother blush deeply Becky let out another roar of laughter and then as realisation set in exclaimed, "That's why you and Dad split wasn't it? He found out you were a lesbian, no wonder he is so anti them."
Stacey nodded as she said, "Yes that's why we split. After he caught me, I agreed I would always keep it away from you otherwise your father would have taken you away from me." Becky looked at her mother's pain racked face as she went on, "I have always had feelings for other women but was told as I was growing up that was wrong and I so desperately wanted a child. The only way I could achieve that was to marry your father and live a lie and even after we split, I had to carry on living a lie. I feel like I have wasted so much of my life, apart from having you."
Stacey could see her daughter's razor-sharp mind whirring as she said, "Who did Dad catch you with?" then as she ran though her father's words over the years it clicked into place, "You got caught with Aunty Helen, didn't you? No wonder saying her name is like dropping a turd on the table in his house. Mum I love you and always will." Standing the two women hugged and Stacey could feel their breasts mashed together and her daughter's hard nipples pressing against her making her pussy start to get moist.
As they broke from their embrace Becky looked at her mother and said with curiosity in her voice, "How did you know there was porn on my laptop anyway?"
Stacey blushed redder than she had ever thought possible as she stammered, "I watched you the other night."
Becky's voice had gone very husky and her face had started to get flushed as she replied, "you watched me orgasm and did you touch yourself afterwards?" Stacey just nodded dumbly not daring to let herself speak as Becky went on, "Did you cum imagining how I would taste, how it would feel to have my hands caressing your body?" As she was speaking Stacey watched her daughter slide her hands under her own short skirt and start to rub herself as she looked at her mother. "You were so sexy Mum, standing there with your fingers in your pussy, fingering yourself to my favourite porn clip."
"Your favourite," husked Stacey as her own hands started to duplicate that of her daughter's and both women were touching themselves almost ready to make the first move and cross that boundary.
"Yes, my favourite," moaned Becky as she eased her panties aside and pushed a finger inside herself, "because I always imagine the older woman to be you and the younger woman to be me."
That was the signal that sparked something off in Stacey's brain and pushed her beyond the point of no return. She stepped forward and tore open her daughter's blouse sending buttons across the room. She had no bra fettering her small pert breasts and Stacey reached out and rolled a hard nipple between finger and thumb. "I have a strap on upstairs if you want." Stacey said hoarsely looking deep into her daughter's eyes.
"Oh yes Mum please." Becky gasped arching her back to her mother's hand before the two of them stumbled upstairs removing each other's clothing as best they could until they reached Stacey's bedroom.
The only item of clothing left on Becky's young body was the tiniest pair of red briefs that were soaked through at the crotch. Stacey admired her daughter's lithe body and watched as Becky hooked her panties with her thumbs, pulling them downwards to reveal a tiny landing strip of blonde pubic hair sitting just above her pussy lips. Lying back on the bed Becky crooked one knee so her pussy lips were parted and began to stroke herself gently as she murmured, "your turn Mum."
Stacey blushed as she unhooked her bra and let her heavy breasts swing free, worried that perhaps they would be too large and ponderous for Becky's taste. Her fears were removed as she heard daughter mutter under her breath, "Oh Mum they are magnificent." To confirm her feeling Stacey saw her daughter part her pussy lips and start to rub at her engorged clit as she feasted her eyes on her Mother's body. Stacey slipped her panties off revealing her much fuller bush and Becky licked her lips and uttered, "Oh yummy a hairy bush, now come here please I beg you."
Allowing herself to be pulled to the bed Stacey cradled her daughters head as Becky started to suckle on each large nipple in turn, gently chewing sending waves of pleasure through Stacey's body. Becky started to slide down her mother's body intent of feasting on her pussy but Stacey stayed her progress to move them into a 69 position with Becky on top.
Becky looked down on her mother's pussy and marvelled at the way her juices glistened on her pussy lips and reached out with a finger to trace along the delicate folds. Becky had decided not to tell her mother that this was the first time she had done more than just a kiss and a feel with another girl and bending her head took a long lick along her mother's pussy lips.
Electric shocks ran through Stacey's entire body as she felt her daughter lick and grabbing Becky's small ass cheeks pulled her down and drove her tongue deep into her daughter's pussy. As Becky licked and lapped at her mother, Stacey did the same to her daughter until both women were nearing their climax. Stacey thrust 2 fingers into her daughter's wet pussy and started to finger fuck her hard and deep, twisting her fingers inside while licking at her clit and trying to hold her still with her spare hand.
Becky was in heaven and moaned into her mother's pussy as she felt her orgasm about to burst, she wanted to reciprocate but found the sensations were so great it was all she could do to not explode.
Stacey felt her daughter tense and knowing what was coming clamped her mouth over her daughter's pussy and felt her squirt into her throat. Stacey swallowed as much of the sweet juices as she could as Becky thrashed and moaned in total raptures.
"Oh my god Mum," that was amazing Becky panted as she rolled off her mother and lay on the bed.
"There is more," laughed Stacey as she removed a strap on harness from the bedside drawer and began to buckle it on. The large pink dildo jutted out from her groin and she grasped the base, though her fingers would hardly fit round it, and pointed it at her daughter. "Do you want me to fuck you like in the video?" Stacey asked in the best sexiest voice she could muster.
"Fuck yes Mum," said Becky and like in the video she lifted her legs high and wide and then held her pussy lips open. Stacey grasped an ankle in each hand and positioned herself between her daughter's thighs and still gripping the base looked down as Becky reached out and tried to put her hand round the shaft. "Oh Mum," Becky groaned half in fear but mostly in lust, "it's so big, will it fit?"
Remembering a line from the video Stacey looked at her daughter and said, "It will fit because I am going to make it fit," and with that started to slowly insert the dildo into Becky's pussy. Stacey loved the way her daughter's eyes flew open and then almost rolled into the back of her head as she allowed the dildo to sink deeper and deeper. Finally, when it was fully home Stacey paused allowing Becky to adjust to the size before slowly moving her hips back and forward just moving the dildo an inch or so at a time. As Becky relaxed Stacey increased the depth and speed of the strokes moving faster until Becky was once again in the throes of an orgasm. Looking down Stacey could see her daughter's juices bubbling round the dildo shaft and hear them squelch, the sound and aroma drove her to fuck harder until Becky collapsed in a loud scream clearly spent.
Stacey slowly withdrew from Becky's battered pussy and wriggled out of the strap on harness before gently pulling her round until her head was resting on her breast. "Oh Mum, that was amazing, thank you." murmured Becky as she gently chewed on Stacey's nipple and at the same time started stroking Stacey's hairy bush.
Becky felt her mother relax and open her legs and as Becky slid a finger into her mother she was rewarded by a deep moan. A second finger soon joined the first and sitting up a little Becky started to finger her mother in earnest. "Three" Stacey moaned and Becky obliged loving how her mother's pussy opened to accommodate her fingers yet still gripped them. Her mother was now writhing round the bed and Becky bent her head to allow her to start flicking at her mother's clit with her tongue. She was amazed how large her mother's clit was as it poked clear of the folds and was easy enough for Becky to take it into her mouth and suckle it like a small nipple.
In the heat of the moment Becky pushed a 4th finger into her mother who was now gripping the bed sheet as Becky plunged in and out. At that moment Becky knew what she wanted to do and moving her head up until she was level with her mother's face, she kissed her gently on her lips then whispered, "Mum I am going to fist you." It wasn't a question or even a request for permission, it was a statement that rang through Stacey's brain like a tolling bell. Stacey was a little frightened as no one had ever gone this far but it was a step she wanted to take with her daughter.
Becky turned her attention fully to her mother's pussy and carefully folded her thumb into the palm of her hand and started to gently push. Stacey's moan was deep and guttural as her daughter's hand slipped inside her, filling her more completely than she had ever been filled before. Becky watched as her hand disappeared up to her wrist and could feel her mother's pussy lips gripping at her flesh. As she slowly moved her hand back and forward inside her Stacey's pussy Becky could see her mother's finger flutter on her forearm like small birds. Unsure whether this was a signal to carry on or stop Becky whispered, "are you OK Mum?"
Stacey groaned deeply with pure pleasure then opened her eyes and said, "I love you baby girl and that feels so wonderful."
Becky formed her small hand into a fist and started to pump it slowly in and out of her mother, the sounds of suction squelch filling the room. Suddenly Stacey arched up and tensed and then with a loud yell orgasmed and squirted juices over Becky's hand that was still working furiously. Slowing her movements Becky held her hand still and allowed her mother to slowly come back to earth before gently withdrawing her hand. Becky loved the little whimpers of pleasure escaping from her mother's mouth and once her hand was free from her mother's body held it up admiring how it was coated in juices to past her wrist. Like a giant lollipop she licked and sucked her hand until it was clean, before returning her head back to Stacey's breast and snuggling in.
As they lay there in the afterglow of sex gently stroking each other's bodies in a way that wasn't the usual way between mother and daughter Stacey said quietly to Becky, "I know you are worried about coming out to your Dad but things are different now. Lesbians can marry, they can have children, please Becky don't make the same mistakes I did and deny who you are."
Becky nodded as she thought on her mother's words and then Stacey asked her daughter casually, "Thinking of things, I am surprised you reacted as calmly as you did when you caught me masturbating after breaking into your laptop."
Becky giggled as she said, "Mum what time is it?"
Stacey glanced at the bedside clock and said, "It's nearly half past six why?"
"What time did I say I would be in?" said Becky smiling and before her mother could answer went on, "And do you really think the password to my laptop would be Mr Buggles?" and then dissolved into fits of laughter.
Stacey chucked as she realised it had been her daughter's plan all along to catch her in the act which she confirmed when she said, "Mum I saw you come into the room in the reflection when I reached for the dildo."
"Right you little minx I think there is enough time to give you another good fucking before dinner then afterwards you can see what it's like being on the other end of the strap on." said Stacey as she picked up the strap on harness.
Becky hadn't said anything but had rolled over onto her hands and knees and reached between her legs and splayed her pussy lips. "Just remember Mummy," she lisped in a baby voice, "However hard you fuck me I will fuck you twice as hard after dinner, though I might just decide to take your ass." | literotica |
Title: Don't Diss the Chef
Tags: drama
*Copyright 2011, All Rights Reserved*
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Sarah Bell was wondering how she had gotten to this point in her life. How could she be so miserable? And worse, she knew it was all her own fault. Sarah had made her own bed, so to speak, and now she was sleeping in it. Alone. And THAT was a large part of her problem.
She shivered from the cold — standing outside on the pier at night in Malibu was cold in February. Even for California!
"Brenda," she asked her friend from work who had dragged her out for the evening, "Remind me why we are standing here in a line, waiting on this freezing pier?"
Brenda could barely understand Sarah, whose teeth were chattering. A gust of wind came by at just that second, and even through her pants Sarah could feel the cold ocean air. Thank god she'd opted to wear pants, and not a skirt, for the evening.
"We are waiting in line, because that is what you have to do if you want to eat at L.A.'s hottest new restaurant, and it happens that they don't take reservations!" Brenda replied. "Anyway, it's been months since you've been out, Sarah. Not since your boyfriend Mark left you, anyway."
Sarah was slightly annoyed at Brenda's remark about Mark, but not for the reason one might expect.
"He didn't 'leave' me, Brenda; I drove him out by being a first class b-i-t-c-h..."
Brenda quickly interrupted Sarah, before the tears could start.
"Don't go getting all upset and beating yourself up again, Sarah. We're here to have a good time, and eat a meal to die for. I've been told..." Brenda continued on, not noticing that Sarah was lost in her own world.
Sarah could still see the picture in her mind of Mark lying there in their bed, the sheets only partially covering his lean, masculine body. She looked down on his sleeping form, his wavy black hair ruffled, his face peaceful and his eyelids closed concealing dark eyes that burned with passion when they made love.
Mark never exercised as such, but his work involved lifting and moving heavy boxes every day, and it showed in his muscular arms and shoulders. He didn't have the highly defined abs that the body builders who displayed themselves on Venice Beach exhibited, but his torso was nevertheless well muscled, and, in Sarah's opinion, very sexy. And the line of hair that descended from his chest down his abdomen like an arrow pointing to his organ, concealed at that moment under the sheets, made Sarah wish she had time to crawl back into the bed to kiss and caress him awake.
Alas, she had to get to work. Damn! She looked at the clock next to the bed and realized she was running late as it was. She turned and walked out of the bedroom and out of the apartment.
She and Mark had been living together for just a little over eighteen months, and for most of that time, it had been bliss.
Sarah Bell worked in the financial industry, having gotten her undergraduate degree from a top-50 mid-western university. Following graduation, Sarah had fulfilled her dream of getting a job in Southern California, in the Wealth Management department of UBL — United Bank of Liechtenstein, in Santa Monica. Actually, her dream wasn't so much that of working in Southern California — Florida would have served as well — as it was escaping from the bitter cold winters of her native Chicago!
She had first met Mark while getting lunch with a couple of her friends at the restaurant across the street from her office. They had often dined there before, but that day as they ordered their usual meals, there were two changes.
First, which only Sarah seemed to notice, was that instead of their waiter, another man, with wavy black hair, an olive complexion and deep-set dark eyes, served them their food. Sarah looked at the attractive young man, and found herself staring directly into his eyes — which were looking directly back at hers! She froze like a deer in the headlights for a moment, until he smiled showing his white teeth against his tanned skin, and showing even more cheek, winked at her!
The second difference, although not a bad one, was the food. The five women who had come to lunch that day had all ordered the same meals that they regularly ate at the restaurant. But this time, and there was no other way to say it, the food was simply better. Each of them noticed small changes in the preparation of their meals that enhanced the flavor. Changes had been made to the spice combinations; a sprinkling of cheese and garlic butter was added to the vegetables. The beef was slightly more tender; the fish was delicate and flaky to the fork. Little things, but which in total made the meal memorable.
As Sarah left to return to work, she asked the waiter, "Who was the man who served us out food? Don't you normally do that?"
The waiter grinned, "Yeah, I do. But for some reason, today the cook wanted to take care of your table himself. Very odd, but who am I to argue; I get to keep the tip."
Sarah, intrigued, began eating at the little bistro on a regular basis, and when the black-haired cook was working, he always seemed to find an excuse to serve her. She finally learned that his name was Mark, and she began plotting how she could engage him in conversation.
Mark had been entranced by the slim redhead with the pale skin and sky-blue eyes from the moment he'd seen her come into the restaurant. When she wore a skirt and heels, he could see her long, shapely legs, and just watching the motion of her derriere as she walked across the room could give him a hard-on.
Sarah finally decided to take the bull by the horns, and use the direct approach.
"Do you have time to sit down with me for a minute, please," Sarah finally requested, as he was arranging plates of food on the table in front of her.
Mark thought about it — nothing was cooking that he had to supervise for a couple of minutes, so he took a seat across the small table from his dream woman.
She extended her hand, "I'm Sarah, and I work for UBL across the street."
"I'm Mark, Mark Flore," he replied, taking her hand, but just gently holding it between his dry, warm hands. "I'm the chef here, sometimes server, and your fervent admirer!" He said that with a twinkle in his eyes and his generous smile, which revealed dimples in his cheeks. Mark was anything but shy and retiring.
Sarah could feel a blush that started in her neck and quickly rose to her hairline. It took her a minute before she remembered to pull her hand back away from Mark's. There was definitely chemistry between the two of them.
"Mark, you know, instead of waiting until I come for lunch and serving me, you could just ask me out on a date!" Sarah told him flat out. It had taken her days to get her courage up to make her approach, but she wasn't going to take a chance that Mark wouldn't ask her out or that some other woman would get her claws into him.
Mark was gob smacked! He sat there looking as guilty as a little boy caught with his fingers in the cookie jar. Sarah thought he was even cuter, if it was possible, at that moment. It took Mark only a second to recover. Before he responded, he took a deep breath, released it, and then took another. Then his smile returned and Sarah could almost see his heart melting.
"That sounds like the best idea I've heard all day; in fact it's the best idea I've heard all week — no, all month. Maybe the best idea I've ever heard in my life!"
That was the beginning, for of course, he did ask her out. In fact, from that moment on, they spent every spare minute that they could together. After dating for a couple of months, Mark and Sarah, fairly certain that they had found their soul mates and life partners, moved into an apartment together, not far from the beach.
In many ways, theirs was a match made in heaven.
Sarah and Mark enjoyed the same music; they watched the same classic movies, and laughed at the same jokes. They were both relatively neat, not a Felix and Oscar odd couple. They compromised with each other, each willing to give a little on their position if by doing so they would make the other happy.
And when it came to making love, they were a perfect fit. Neither one of them had been virgins when they met, but they were such an incredible match that when they made love, it was like they had never known any other lovers. They were attuned to each other's needs and desires. They both had the attitude that the other's pleasure was more important and came first before their own.
There was always one, actually two, flies in the ointment for Sarah.
The first was Mark's work. His job demanded an immense dedication — he worked long hours, sometimes starting so early in the day, that Sarah would awaken to find him missing from their bed, even from the apartment. Other times, he would be working late long after Sarah had gone to bed. Mark would slip in so quietly that he wouldn't even wake Sarah (who admittedly slept like a log!), but he would still be asleep the next morning long after Sarah had left for work. She would bend down and kiss his cheek or forehead, and the edges of his mouth would turn up in an unconscious smile, and he would mutter a few words in his sleep.
Of course, Mark also had to work most weekends when Sarah was off, and while she intellectually understood why he wasn't available to her, at an emotional level it bothered her anyway.
The other aspect of Mark's chosen field that bothered her was that as hard as he worked, and as many hours as he put in, he wasn't paid what Sarah thought he should be. Not that Mark didn't contribute his share of expenses; he did. But he had to watch his spending, which limited what they could do as a couple, and how often. Not that spending money was a problem, getting back to the fact that so much of the time he was either working or sleeping, recovering for his next shift.
Even Sarah, though, had to admit that she had never eaten so well in her entire life as since she'd lived with Mark! There was never a real reason to go out for dinner, because Mark could prepare a better meal at home in their own kitchen than one could buy at any but the most exclusive and expensive restaurants.
In short — several aspects of Mark's work caused Sarah a certain level of heartburn.
The second 'fly in the ointment' for Sarah was subtler, and if anyone had pointed it out to her, she would have dismissed it as utter nonsense.
Looking back, while Sarah had been away taking classes at her university, Mark was traveling the world learning to cook.
Sarah, in addition to her Finance and business classes, had a general education that included history and political science classes, English literature and psychology classes, and a host of classes in other subjects as well. Many of those were classes that on her own Sarah would have never taken, but they were required. Which of course is the point of a Liberal Arts education — a broad field of knowledge introducing students to subjects that left to their own devices they would otherwise ignore.
With her degree in hand, Sarah was something of a snob regarding formal education, which Mark didn't have.
Mark had traveled through Asia, learning to cook Chinese, Indian, and other Asian ethnic cuisines. Mark had worked in Latin America cooking everything from tamales in Mexico, to delicate fish dishes in Lima. He had spent time in Germany and Central Europe making sauerbraten and goulash. In France he had worked in bakeries, and even attended culinary school in Paris.
His true culinary love, though, was Italian food; cooking and eating the dishes of his ancestors. And in the end, his most important teacher was his mother, who passed to him the knowledge that generations of his family before him had perfected in the art of food preparation.
Mark's lack of what passed in Sarah's mind as 'formal education' hadn't been a huge issue for the first fifteen months that they had lived together. While Mark hadn't taken classes at a university, he was interested in current events and history, especially European Renaissance history. He was also knowledgeable about classical music and painting — another knowledge set that he had learned from his mother.
The upshot was, that on those few occasions when Mark had been able to attend social events held by Sarah's employer, he was perfectly capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation on a variety of subjects, and no one thought about whether he had a college degree one way or the other.
That was until Mark and Sarah had been living together for about sixteen months. That was when, like in every Garden of Eden, the serpent appeared. In this case, it was a serpent by the name of J. Phillip Woodword.
Phillip (never 'Phil') was transferred into the Santa Monica branch of UBL as part of a program intended to groom him for upper management (at least that was what he made sure all of his co-workers were informed). He had gone to one of the snooty east-coast schools and came from an 'old money' family. Unfortunately, there wasn't a whole lot of the money left by the time Phillip arrived on the scene, but it didn't prevent him from looking down on almost everyone, especially these west coast upstarts.
While Phillip might have been an insufferable snob, he wasn't blind and his reaction to watching Sarah's divinely proportioned ass in motion as she walked down the hallways of UBL was about the same as Marks. He wanted to tap some of that! And he tried.
Unsuccessfully!
He could hardly believe that Sarah would turn him down when he asked her out, but she politely let him know that she already had a boyfriend and that although she and Phillip could be friends and colleagues, they would never be more than that. Phillip, to all outward appearances, took the rebuff well.
On the inside, he was seething. Phillip decided rather than giving up on Sarah, to redouble his effort to get into her pants. He just had to figure out how to split her away from her damn boyfriend.
His attack started with a casual conversation over a cup of coffee in Sarah's office.
"So Sarah, what does your boyfriend do?" was Phillip's first foray of gathering intelligence.
"Oh, he's a cook. He works at 'Bistro Parisian' across the street," she replied, not knowing that she had just given Phillip his line of attack.
"A cook? That's really interesting," is what he said, but what he was thinking was, "What the hell is a stone fox like her doing hooking up with a cook?"
"Does he have a degree? Or is he, you know, one of those English Lit majors who couldn't find a job, or something?"
"Oh no. He never went to college. Actually, he spent about six years traveling around the world working as a cook. He saw a lot of interesting places and met a lot of different people," Sarah explained.
"But he never pursued any formal education?" Phillip pressed the issue.
"Well, he did go to a cooking school in France, I think," Sarah told him, trying to remember something that Mark had mentioned in passing one time. "Yeah, I think it was called 'Gordon Blues' cooking school, or something."
"Wow, that's, ah..." Phillip started, but just trailed off.
"What?"
"Well, it seems pretty unusual for someone as educated as you who went to a highly ranked university, to be together with someone who doesn't share the same kind of educational background. But hey, I'm sure that you two have worked it out just fine." Phillip didn't want to be too obvious about his approach.
Sarah just nodded her head, taking in what Phillip had said.
"Oh, we do really well together, and Mark is very intelligent even if he didn't go to school. He reads a lot too, when he isn't working."
Not long after that, Phillip returned to his own office. But the seed had been sown in Sarah's mind.
That evening after dinner, when she and Mark were sitting together in the living room talking, she raised the issue of education herself.
"Mark, honey? You know, I was thinking: if you wanted to go to college, I make enough money now that you could quit your cooking job and go back to school."
Mark looked at her incredulously.
"Why would I want to do that?" he asked - his attention now fully focused on Sarah.
"I don't know; you might find all sorts of subjects that interest you at college. I know I did. When I started at the university, I thought that I was going to major in biology and go to medical school; instead, I discovered that what I really enjoyed was business and finance, and ended up getting my degree in that. And look at the job I got as a result."
Mark didn't answer immediately, but Sarah could see that he was literally getting 'hot under the collar'.
"Sarah, how would going to college help me to be a better chef? Or are you saying that cooking is a profession that is somehow less important than working in finance. Or are you suggesting that I'm not educated enough or smart enough for you?"
Sarah became somewhat defensive herself, "No, I'm not saying any of those things; I was just offering to support you if you were to decide to go to school." Now she was getting wound up too, "And I think you're very smart; so smart that I think you could be working a regular work week, and making more money if you were to get a degree and find something else to do!"
"I don't think that you understand me very well," Mark hotly replied, "Cooking is all I've ever wanted to do, and I'm happy doing what I'm doing. It is hard work, and demands long hours, I know, but it's what I'm good at, and what I love."
Sarah backed off a bit, "OK Mark, I didn't mean to get you upset, but I wanted to offer just in case. And if you were to ever change your mind, the offer stands."
That was the end of their first spat, although a couple of hours later as they lay next to each other in bed, they were each thinking their own thoughts and for the first time in their relationship, they were unwilling to communicate them.
So it went for the next two months; Phillip always 'as a friend' would make observations about Mark's job or his inferior level of education compared with Sarah's, or even implying that Sarah should be with someone on a higher intellectual plain.
From that night forward, there was always an edge to Mark and Sarah's conversations. Mark had become sensitive, perhaps too sensitive to Sarah's words, seeing more in them than she meant. He began to interpret what she would say as subtle criticisms. He in turn would become short with her. Soon their interactions became an exercise in verbal sniping at each other. In other words, they were hurting each other on a daily basis, both of them acting out of the fear that they were losing the other, and it was becoming a self-fulfilling prophecy.
The final crisis came about two months after their first little argument.
Given Mark's long hours, sometimes into the evenings, it was not unusual for Sarah to go out for a drink or two with the girls after work. Mark had never objected to her having time with her friends. But that night, he began to wonder about the 'girl's nights out' as well.
That evening, Phillip joined the other Wealth Management group employees at the bar. In truth, Phillip could be a charming man, and quite a conversationalist when he wanted to be, and that evening he dominated Sarah's time. Indeed, they spent almost the entire evening talking with each other to the exclusion of any of the other members of the group. Even after the others had called it a night and left, Phillip and Sarah continued to chitchat. Finally, almost two hours later than was her normal habit, Sarah arrived home to find that Mark had actually gotten there ahead of her.
Mark was somewhat disappointed that Sarah wasn't there when he arrived. He'd been able to take off early from work, and had hoped to have some time to spend with Sarah, to try and address the problems that had been developing in their relationship. Plus, he had some exciting news that he had hoped to share with her — news that would change his future career.
Instead, Sarah got home late and had obviously had a few more drinks than her usual. When he tried to talk to her, she began to go on and on about the wonderful time she'd had that evening with Phillip, her new co-worker.
"Phillip?" Mark asked, "I don't recall meeting him."
"I guess not, he's only been with us for a couple of months," the slightly inebriated Sarah admitted. "But you'd like him. He's really smart and went to one of the top schools on the East Coast. He's pretty funny too, once you get to know him."
A light went off in Marks brain the second that Sarah laid that little tidbit on him. The change in Sarah's attitude had begun just about the same time that this Phillip character had come to her office. He wasn't at all persuaded that he would like Phillip; in fact he suspected quite the opposite.
"Ah. Did his wife join you at the bar?" he inquired.
"Don't be silly," Sarah said with a laugh, "He's not married!"
"Really? My, what a surprise," Mark remarked with a grimace that went unnoticed by Sarah. "Was it Phillip who suggested to you that I might one day rise to the level of a wage slave, if only I went to college?"
Sarah frowned thinking about Mark's remark.
"Oh no. I thought of that myself. But we had been talking about your job and how you hadn't gone to school. You know..." her sentence just trailing off.
"Has it ever occurred to you that Phillip might be trying to split us up, and that he is doing it by convincing you that I'm not good enough for you?"
"No, no, no. Phillip is just a friend. He's not interested in splitting us up," Sarah insisted.
"So he's never tried to ask you out, or put moves on you?" Mark pressed the point home.
"Well, when he first arrived he asked me out once, but I told him that you were my boyfriend, and that I couldn't go out with him."
"Sarah, I think that he does want to go out with you, and probably figures that if your boyfriend wasn't around, he would have a shot at getting into your pants!" Mark explained, becoming rather upset. "And one way to get in between us is to try and poison your mind against me."
"Mark," Sarah got loud right back in Mark's face, "You're being unfair to Phillip. He's done nothing to try and 'get in my pants' since I told him no. You're just jealous because Phillip is an investment banker with a degree, and you're just a..."
Sarah stopped, and she instantly become sober, because she knew that she had gone too far.
She could see the look on Mark's face that combined the pain of what she had implied about him, with disgust that she had finally exposed her true assessment in a moment of candor.
"Mark, no, no... I'm sorry; I didn't mean what I said. I was just angry and saying the most vicious thing that came into my head..." she said, her entire being filled with a sense of shame.
Mark, shocked and hurt, put an end to it.
"I think I'm going to go to bed. I have an early day tomorrow," he said in a quiet voice, his strength having drained out of him. "Let's talk after we've both had a chance to calm down. That way maybe we won't say anything more that we will regret."
And with that, Mark turned and walked back to the bedroom.
By the time that Sarah joined him, Mark had turned and faced away from her side of the bed. She climbed under the covers and moved over to spoon with her beloved, but he was still and unresponsive to the warmth of her body for the first time since they started living together.
"Mark," she whispered into his ear, "I love you. I love you the way you are. I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to hurt you."
Eventually, they both fell asleep.
The next morning by the time that Sarah woke up, Mark was already gone. She was disappointed that he hadn't even bothered to wake her, and had (she figured) gone off to work kind of pissed off. But she felt more optimistic in the daylight — she would make it up to Mark this evening. In the meantime, she needed to get to work too.
Mark had started off his morning in the opposite kind of mood. So far as he was concerned, he had been putting up with Sarah's complete lack of respect, her dwindling affections, and a growing ration of nagging for the past two months. And worse, now he knew that the sudden rift in their relationship could be attributed to one Phillip Woodword. Mark was not a believer in coincidence, and the arrival of this man on the scene was just too convenient.
But as he sat and had his first cup of coffee for the day, Mark shook his head to clear his mind, because he couldn't let his deteriorating relationship with Sarah interfere with business today. Mark had to put his shit together, because in a couple of hours, he had a meeting this afternoon with Luci Vandenhousen, known in L.A. food circles as 'Luci V.' Luci was a well-known 'angel' in the L.A. restaurant scene. She found great chefs, usually just as their reputations were growing, and she would enter into partnerships with them — they supplied the cooking and the recipes, she supplied the financing, and publicity and voila! A hot new restaurant would be born.
And Mark was her next project.
The downside for Mark was, Luci was an attractive blond in her early forties, and a well-known 'cougar' with a particular taste for young chefs. She was said to have sampled the wares of every chef whose restaurants she had funded. One of the dirty little secrets of the industry was, that like rock-and-roll musicians, celebrities, and politicians, the top chefs also had 'groupies' — one of the reasons why so many of them were divorced.
"At least," Mark thought to himself, "if I have to service Luci, I won't have to worry about two-timing Sarah anymore." As he'd sat, he made his decision. That afternoon he was going to move out of the apartment that Sarah and he had shared.
After Mark had prepared the lunch meals, he left them for his assistant to finish, and took one of those rare afternoons off. He returned to the apartment, and packed his bags. A sad and depressing thing for him, because he truly loved Sarah, but felt it was his only choice.
He didn't need a mother telling him what to do, nor a condescending virago, harping day and night trying to 'improve' him. At this time of his life, taking advantage of the opportunity to open his own restaurant was simply too good to pass up.
Before he returned to the restaurant, he wrote out a note and left it for Sarah to find on their dining room table.
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The day dragged on slowly for Sarah. Even though she thought she had repaired the damage she'd done with Mark, their fight the night before — and she had to admit to herself that it was a fight not just a spat or disagreement — it had left her afraid that it would leave a permanent stain on their relationship.
She realized that she was desperately in love with Mark, regardless of his job, his working hours, or his lack of a degree. And finally, she was feeling terribly guilty at the fact she had been such a bitch to her lover and partner for the past couple of months.
One of the first things she concluded was that she was going to stop allowing Phillip to have the influence on her opinions that she'd ceded to him since he arrived on the scene. Her opportunity came that morning when he dropped by her office.
"Hey Sarah! How's it going this morning?"
"Not all that well, Phillip. Could you sit down for a minute?" she asked. He took a seat in the chair across the desk from her.
"Sure. By the way, I had a great time with you last night. You're really a lot of fun to be around."
"That's one of the things I want to talk to you about.
"After I got home last night, my boyfriend and I had a big fight. You know that I appreciate your trying to help me out and give me advice, but I'm afraid that some of the ideas that I've been picking up from you are hurting, not helping. I know that wasn't your intention, but that's what the result has been. So, if you don't mind, I would prefer if we didn't discuss my boyfriend or our relationship anymore."
Phillip tried to look abashed on the outside, but inside he was jumping for joy that his strategy had been so successful. So now he would just have to make an adjustment to his method.
"Oh Sarah! I'm so sorry. I certainly didn't mean to cause you any trouble. All I was doing was being a sounding board for your frustrations, and giving you whatever guidance I could.
"But I will absolutely stay away from the subject of your boyfriend, if that's what you think is best. I hope that we can remain friends, though."
Sarah nodded, "Absolutely — after all we still work together, and see each other every day, so I wouldn't want it any other way. But I think from now on, we need to keep things on a more professional basis."
"Absolutely," Phillip agreed, assuming that Sarah's stance wouldn't last long after she broke up with her current boyfriend. Sarah couldn't see the grin on his face as he walked back to his office.
The hours passed with agonizing slowness, until lunchtime finally arrived. Sarah was out the door right at noon, which was earlier than she regularly took her lunch, and across the street to Bistro Parisian to talk to Mark.
"Alas no, Miss Sarah," replied Pierre, the maître d' of Bistro, "Mark said he had some business to attend to, and left. I expect that he will return later this afternoon, if that would help?"
"Thank you, Pierre. I guess that I can come back later."
Pierre looked at Sarah and could see that she was agitated and unhappy not to find Mark at work. Perhaps she was worried that Mark was seeing another woman, he though briefly, before dismissing the thought. No. Not Mark, that wasn't his style. Something else, he decided.
"Miss Sarah — you look, how you say it? Unhappy and disturbed. Can I bring you something to eat? You know life's difficulties are always easier to face on a full stomach."
Sarah had to smile at Pierre's concern as well as his attitude towards food. Like Mark, he lived a life centered around food and the Bistro.
"Thank you, Pierre, but I don't think so. I'm not really very hungry."
"Oh Miss Sarah, Mark made Lobster Bisque for the soup d'jour — can't I get you at least a bowl of bisque and some fresh bread still hot from the oven..."
Sarah could feel her resolve melting at Pierre's description of the soup, so she allowed herself to be convinced. Pierre sat her at a table that was in the kitchen and served her there himself.
While she ate, Mark's coworkers came by, one after another, and each sat with her for a minute or two, talking and passing the time in pleasant companionship until they had to get back to work. They all had words of praise for Mark: he is a great chef, he is a pleasure to work with, an all around nice man.
Sarah actually had a great time and enjoyed just being in the hot, steamy, bustling kitchen, filled with dedicated hard working but pleasant people. These were Mark's friends, and this was his world.
And Pierre was right — the troubles between her and Mark seemed less ominous and more solvable to her on a full stomach.
The only worrisome thing was that Mark didn't get back to the Bistro in time for Sarah to see him. She had to return to work.
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Luci was right on time for the meeting at 4:30 that afternoon. There wasn't really much left to do as far as the partnership was concerned. Over the last two months they had gone over the details a hundred times — the menus, the décor of the dining room, the kitchen requirements, the staffing, the location, and the financing. All that was left now were the signatures on the papers. The lawyers had reviewed the documents and everyone all around conceded that the contract accurately reflected the desires of both parties.
As Mark looked across the table at Luci, he couldn't help but think to himself that she was a work of art — the art of the cosmetic surgeon!
He knew she was at least forty-years old, but she looked ten years younger, at least if you didn't look too closely. Her nose had been straightened, her cheekbones enhanced. Her breasts weren't that large, but they stood out like bullets from her chest, firmer than would look natural even on a younger woman. Her ass was so perfectly rounded, that it screamed of liposuction and surgical shaping.
She was thin, almost to the point of anorexia, which surprised most people when they discovered that she was the part owner of half-a-dozen of L.A.'s top restaurants. But it was easily explained by the hours each day she spent with her expensive trainers in her home gym, who kept her fit and thin.
She was, though, a natural blond, a fact to which her lovers could attest. She did not go in for 'brazilians', leaving a thin blond landing strip for their delight.
"I can't tell you how excited I am, Mark," she exclaimed, an obvious glow lighting her face. For Luci, starting a new restaurant was comparable to being pregnant and giving birth for most women. They had just finished signing the paperwork and were finishing off their celebratory glasses of Champaign before Mark had to get back to the kitchen to prepare for the dinner seating.
Even Mark was feeling better, despite the situation between him and Sarah. With his own restaurant, he was sure that he could hit the big time. Mark was so pleased, in fact, that he didn't object when Luci reached across the table and took both of his hands in hers.
Luci was ecstatic, and could hardly stop talking.
"We should be able to open in about six weeks — thank god that the kitchen was already set up, and is fairly new. So we get the decorators in there and let them go to town.
"In the meantime, I'll start talking up 'Trattoria Veni Vidi' with my contacts at the Times, and Channel 7. Once they are on to it, everyone else will follow. Oh, I guess L.A. Magazine too. They will all be completely blown away by the food."
As she finished speaking, Luci looked up to see a young woman with red hair standing at the doorway of the Bistro staring directly at their table with a horrified look on her face. Feeling more than a little mischievous, Luci raised her voice.
"Mark, the two of us are going to be SO good together; it's a marriage made in heaven!"
Then she looked back at the redhead with a smug look, and smiled.
Sarah's face fell when she heard the blond bimbo sitting with Mark say those ugly words. Whatever pain she had caused Mark, she had just received back ten-fold. Tears began to run from her eyes, even before she could take a breath, which was followed by a sobbing gasp. Then she turned and ran out the door into the evening.
Hearing her sudden gasp, Mark disentangled his hands from Luci's grasp. He turned, just in time to recognize Sarah fleeing from the Bistro.
"Sarah, Sarah! Wait!" he called at the fleeing figure.
He stood up from the table so quickly that he knocked the chair he was sitting on over. He ran to the door, but it was too late. By the time he made it out onto the street, Sarah could not be seen. He looked one way and then the other, but it was made more difficult because it was right at closing time for all of the surrounding businesses, and the sidewalks were at their most congested of the day.
Mark slowly walked back into the Bistro. Luci, having done her damage, kissed him on the cheek as she walked out.
"OK Mark. We'll talk tomorrow, and get YOUR new restaurant started. By the way, who was the woman?" Luci asked, already having a fairly good notion.
"She's my girlfriend — I mean... I guess my ex-girlfriend."
"Oh no! I hope I didn't frighten her off!" Luci replied, with a sincere tone that bespoke of her acting abilities.
"No, I don't think so. I didn't expect her for a while. She told Pierre that she was coming by this evening to talk to me. I guess she wasn't that keen on the idea. She was probably going to bitch at me for one thing or another," Mark said, trying to make light of what had just happened. But Luci could tell how badly the break-up was affecting him just by the dispirited tone of his voice.
She reached over and caressed the side of Mark's face.
"Don't worry, darling. You are going to be so busy for the next couple of months, you won't have a second to worry about women. And after 'Veni Vidi' is open, your main problem will be keeping the women at bay!' she laughed, not saying what she was thinking — that one of those women stalking the lithe young chef would be her.
Strangely enough, she was right. For the next six weeks, he was too busy to worry about anything except getting the restaurant opened in time.
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When Sarah arrived back at the apartment that she and Mark had shared, it didn't take long for her to discover that he'd left her.
His clothes were gone from the closet, his toiletries were missing from the bathroom, none of his personal effects remained, just the photos of the two of them together still hanging on the walls.
She found the note on the table.
Dearest Sarah,
Sarah, I love you more than anything else in this world — yes, even more than my other love, cooking. I can't conceive that I will ever 'not love' you. You were my perfect other half. You completed me; you filled my soul with joy. You were a perfect lover, and a perfect love. I'm mystified how I will be able to live without you, but I can promise you, it will be with less happiness in my life.
But I cannot go on living with you the way things have been recently. Your lack of respect for what I do, and the goals that motivate me in MY life, hurts me beyond my capacity to explain. And I will not accept living with someone who has recently begun to criticize everything that I do, and everything that I am. So perhaps it is time that we part.
Perhaps you have already left me in spirit, leaving me for Phillip, or some other man who will better match your needs. I hope you find the right man, the man with whom you can live a fulfilling life, have the children that we talked about having one day, and who can love you as much as I do. I truly wish you happiness and love.
One last thing: I left you a dish of Coq au Vin in the refrigerator. Bake it at 275 degrees for about two-and-a-half hours. Remember not to cook it any higher than 275 (the oven cooks a little hot), and don't forget to take it out on time — set the timer. You'll have leftovers for a couple of nights out of that; just reheat until it's warm enough to eat.
Love forever,
Mark
Ps: I also put some tamales that I made in the freezer. The cooking instructions are on a piece of paper in the bag.
Pps: Don't use the damn microwave to reheat the Coq au Vin; use the oven at a low temperature.
Sarah read the note and sat at the table most of the rest of the night bawling her eyes out. Even on his way out the door, Mark wanted to make sure she didn't go hungry.
"What kind of bitch am I," she asked herself, "to drive off a man like Mark! And how could he possible imagine that I had anything, anything at ALL, going with Phillip."
She was having a difficult time reconciling what Mark wrote in his farewell letter with what Sarah had seen in the Bistro. She simply could NOT believe that Mark was involved with that skanky old bimbo who reeked of plastic surgery, regardless of what she heard. An old cougar like that was just 'so not Mark!'
Not that it really mattered. Mark had left her, and that was the only important fact.
Sarah didn't go into work the following day because she was felt so miserable, but the day afterwards she knew that she couldn't keep acting as if the world had ended, and that she had to continue living, so it was back to the old grind.
There was a shocking surprise awaiting her at work that day.
Sarah was sitting in her office when her friend, Brenda, knocked on her door.
"Come on in Brenda. What's going on?"
Brenda looked rather uncomfortable.
"Sarah, do know who R. Bradley Leonard is?"
"Oh course. He is the Vice-President for UBL's west coast Wealth Management operations. My boss's boss. Why do you ask?" Brenda tilted her head a little and smiled a pseudo-smile that implied bad, evil, even earth shaking events.
"Well, Mr. R Bradley Leonard is in Phillip's office, and he would like to see you. Next."
Sarah looked puzzled, "Next? And what is Mr. Leonard doing here? I didn't see any emails to the effect that he was coming?"
"'Next' means everyone else in the department has already been in to see him. As for why he's here — I'll let him explain."
To say that Sarah walked down the hall to Phillip's office with a certain amount of trepidation would be an understatement. She was scared stiff that she was going to be fired for some reason, although in truth, she couldn't remember doing anything worse than maybe 'borrowing' a pencil or pen from the office to take home. Just to write shopping lists.
"Please, Sarah, come in," boomed the voice of R. Bradley Leonard, "I think that we've met before at the regional meetings, but I've never had the pleasure of speaking to you one-on-one. Oh, and please call me 'Brad'. I don't stand much on formalities."
"Yes sir, I mean 'Brad," Sarah replied, while entering the office and sitting as instructed. She looked around at the office; something seemed a little odd.
"Excuse me Sir, I mean, Brad. Where is Phillip?"
"Ahem. Well that is the reason for our little meeting here today.
"Tell me, how well did you know Phillip?" he asked.
"Not terribly well. We spoke here at the office on occasion, and once recently Phillip joined us after work for drinks," Sarah replied, her curiosity evident.
"Did he ever ask you about your work, or about the procedures that the Wealth Management Group used?" Formality or not, Brad seemed to be very serious about this line of questioning.
"No Sir. Actually, he and I only ever spoke about personal things — he was giving me advice in how to deal with my boyfriend, you know, from a man's point of view," Sarah said, blushing as she admitted to the fact. "And in fact, his advice wasn't very good, because it only made things worse. May I ask why you are interested?"
"In short," Brad explained, "The man we knew as Phillip, it turns out, was not Phillip Woodword. He is some sort of imposter, who managed to get the real Phillip Woodword's information, and acquired or manufactured documentation that convinced our corporate HR people that he was Phillip Woodword.
"At this point, it's not clear who he actually was, and he seems to have cottoned on to the fact that we were on to him, and he has disappeared into the woodwork. And now we have to figure out what, if anything, he took or did during his tenure with UBL.
"Thank you for coming in and answering our questions, Sarah. I hope that we meet again in more positive circumstances. And if you hear from him, or have any relevant information that might come to mind — anything that he might have told you that you don't remember at this moment, here is a card for my office; call me and let us know."
Sarah walked quietly back to her office. "How stupid could I have been? Some complete fraud convinced me he was so educated and smart and I believed him. And he shook my faith in a man who I knew was smart, and who was educated, just in a different way." She made it back to her office before she started weeping again.
Sarah wanted to, no, she needed to talk to Mark, to explain, to apologize, even to grovel a little. But she couldn't find him. It was like he'd dropped off the face of the earth. His phone was no longer in service; no one from Bistro knew where he'd moved, but he wasn't working there anymore. Even his Facebook page had been shut down. It seemed ironic to Sarah that Mark Flore had disappeared as completely as the phony Phillip Woodword.
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WARNING! Dear readers — in the remainder of the story, some of the dialog is in 'dialect'. This is not intended to offend anyone. I was in Italy last year and I've tried to recreate the wonderful English with an Italian accent that I heard there. There are a lot of words to which an 'ah' sound is added. Some words lose letters — 'g's at the end of words, and 'h's at the beginnings. 'The' sounds like 'dee'. So be prepared. Put on your best Italian accent, and read the dialog out loud phonetically. And to add a real Italian flavor, with your hands, put your thumb touching the first and second fingers, and turn your hand so it's pointing up, then go back and forth moving your hands at the wrist. Now'a thats'a real Italiano!
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So it was that months later, Sarah and her friend Brenda found themselves waiting in a line to get into L.A.'s newest, hottest restaurant — 'Trattoria Veni Vidi' on the Malibu pier.
Mark and the new maître d' of Veni Vidi, Antonio Fiumi, an Italian immigrant, known universally as 'Tony', were looking through a small window in the kitchen at the line of people waiting to get into the restaurant. Although they didn't take reservations, if they spotted Goldie Hawn or Pamela Anderson, or one of the other famous Malibu residents waiting, Tony would sneak them in and seat them at Mark's special 'reserved' table.
"Oh shit," Mark said under his breath.
"Wha's that'a, boss?" Tony asked, thinking that perhaps a food critic or some other vile reprobate was in line.
"There towards the back of the line. See the redhead?"
"Oh, si. D' one wi' the nice apair?" Tony noted when he spotted her, his hands making the universal 'big tits' motion.
"Yeah, she's the one. Her name is Sarah Bell, and she's my ex-girlfriend."
Tony thought that one over, and considered for a moment how he would respond to one of his old girlfriends showing up.
"You want I should'a tell her to butts off, an' forget'a 'bout eatin' here?"
Mark just shook his head, and looked at Tony.
"First Tony, it's 'buzz off' not 'butts off'. Lord, you will get us in to trouble if you confuse those two words. And no, I don't want you to get rid of her. Why don't you bring her around and put her at my table, and I'll put together dinner for her and her friend."
"Ok'a boss'a man. I jus' 'ope that'a Barbara not'a show up tonight. You know 'ow upset'a she get, when you'a no seat 'er at your'a table!"
"Tony, you know as well as I do that Miss Streisand was here last night, so it is very unlikely that she will be here again tonight..."
The upshot was, that Tony ventured into the night, and found himself face-to-face with Sarah and Brenda.
" 'eya, you two nice'a ladies, I'm'a Tony d' maître d' of'a Veni Vidi. Could'a you please'a come with'a me, aroun' d' side?"
A suspicious Brenda looked askance at the stranger.
"If we follow you, we'll lose our place in line."
Tony was nonplussed by her response.
"But I'm'a take'n you in'a d' restaurant by d' side door!" he stated.
"How do I know you're really the maître d', and not some imposter who suckers people out their place in line?"
"Lady," Tony said in a firm, no nonsense tone, "You see'a how I am dress? You think'a d' phony-baloney maître d' go outta and buy d' tuxedo suit to'a fool you?"
Sarah intervened, "Brenda, just follow the man. If we lose our place, we'll just scream bloody murder until they give us our place back."
Tony beamed.
"You see! Do'a wha' d' lady she say."
And with that, Tony led them around to the side door, into the dining room and seated them at the special 'Chef's Reserved' table.
Tony seated them himself, pulling out their chairs for them, presenting them with napkins, and generally treating them like royalty. As soon as they had been seated, Tony turned and snapped his fingers, and a waiter instantly came to the table and dropped off a champaign style glass filled with a clear sparkling liquid for each of them.
Tony stood by, as they picked up their glasses, and made a little 'toast' to themselves and took a sip.
"This'a drink'a she is called in Venezia, d' 'Spritz', and she is'a made from..."
Sarah closed her eyes and sighed, and interrupted Tony.
"From Prosecco, sparkling water and Aperol! And it's perfect. Brenda, this tastes exactly like the ones that Mark used to make for me."
Tony smiled, bowed and excused himself to return to his other duties.
While Sarah and Brenda sat enjoying their 'Spritz's and wondering when someone would arrive with their menus, other people in the room were wondering who these two lovely ladies were who had been put to the head of the line, so to speak, and seated at what the connoisseurs knew was the table reserved for VIPs. Models? Movie stars? They had become ladies of mystery who'd taken the chef's fancy.
Back in the kitchen, Mark was getting ready to leave for a while.
"OK Tony. Everything is set — serve them the dishes I've set out, and make sure that they have a really great time. No bill! They are on the house tonight."
"Boss'a, where'a you goin'?" Tony asked, looking at Mark as he donned his leather jacket.
"I'm going for a ride up the coast. I...well; I just can't stay here right now."
And with that, Mark walked out of the restaurant, and over to the parking area where his Porsche was parked. He started up his new toy, pulled out, and headed up PCH towards Oxnard. He figured he could stop at Paradise Cove, or find a bar in Oxnard to hang in for a little while.
Back at the table, the girls were on their second Spritz, and had been served a basket full of sliced whole wheat Nicosia olive bread, made with olives, onions and thyme, accompanied by a small dish of garlic butter and an olive bruschetta in a second dish.
Brenda was eating slices of bread, alternating between spreading butter and the bruschetta on the robust loaf.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven!" she said between pieces.
Sarah, on the other hand, had a strange, quizzical look on her face.
"You know, Brenda, this bread and the bruschetta taste just like what Mark used to make for us, when he was doing his 'Italian' thing."
"Really? And you dumped a man who could cook for you like this?" was the ever practical Brenda's response.
Before Sarah could go any further with her thought, the waiter brought a bottle of red wine to the table. Sarah noticed that it was Chianti Reserve 2007 from the Verrazzano winery in Tuscany — a wine that Mark had told her was one of his favorite wines, from one of the best wineries in the Tuscan region.
"Excuse me," Sarah said to the waiter to get his attention, "but we didn't order this. In fact, we haven't actually ordered anything yet — but we keep getting served!"
"But Miss, it's all on the meal ticket. I saw it back in the kitchen."
Sarah persisted, "But if we aren't ordering all of this, how can you expect us to pay for it?" Sarah was actually becoming a little worried, since she'd heard about the prices at the restaurant, and meals costing several hundred dollars per person were not unusual.
The waiter looked at Sarah blankly, "The meal ticket is marked 'paid', so you aren't paying for it."
Brenda perked right up when she heard that!
"Sarah, we've won the lottery! Don't say another thing, because I, for one, am really enjoying this meal. Do not question this. It is a sign from God."
Sarah shook her head and shrugged her shoulders, but stopped complaining. Plus the wine was excellent.
The main course was no surprise in an Italian restaurant. A pizza, but what a pizza it was.
The dough was thick, with a slightly sweet bread-like consistency, covered by a pizza sauce and pieces of cooked tomatoes and topped with mushrooms, sausage and cheese. But when Sarah tasted her first bite of the pizza, she motioned Tony to come over to their table.
"Tony, this pizza — can you tell me about it?" asked a now rather stern looking Sarah.
"Well, d' boss'a, he make'a d' dough ever' day. We make'a the sauce d' couple times a week. We use'a only d' mozzarella bufala cheese, and d' sausage, she'a come from'a fellow in Pear Blossom who'a he's makin' it especial for d' boss. We only use'a tomatoes that are'a kept until they are'a red on'a d' vine, and d' fungi..."
Sarah interrupted again, "are rare, and they use pigs to find them?"
Once again, Tony beamed, as he nodded in the affirmative.
"You'a got it. All'a of d' things together make'a this d' best'a pizza in'a Los Angeles, maybe in'a California, maybe in'a d' world!"
As Tony walked back to his station, Sarah turned to Brenda.
"Brenda, this pizza is exactly like the ones Mark used to make; this was my favorite pizza combination. And only Mark made them like this!"
Brenda shrugged her shoulders, and took another bite from the pie.
"It's great. I love it. Eat. We can talk later," she concluded, getting back to the serious business of devouring this unique and extraordinary pizza.
Sarah did as Brenda suggested, and joined her friend as they drank their Chianti and ate their pizza. Sarah though, still had her suspicions.
It was the dessert that tipped Sarah from suspicion to out-and-out paranoia.
It was a triple-berry pie filling, in a tort style crust, topped with a hand-made lavender-infused whip cream and fresh berries. It was delicious, with its fragrant lavender smell, combined with the mixture of blueberries, black berries and raspberries, and it was the final outrage for Sarah.
"Brenda, I swear: this dessert recipe is identical to the one that Mark makes. There is something funny going on here!" And with that, she motioned Tony over again.
"She's a good'a dessert, si?" he said, as he approached the table.
"Yes, it was a delicious dessert Tony. But could we possibly speak to the chef?" Sarah asked, on the trail of a mystery.
"Im'a sorry, lady, but'a d' boss'a, 'e a left just'a about'a d' same time'a you are arriving," Tony explained, apologetically.
"Ah," Sarah said, not sure if she really believed Tony's story of the missing chef. "Then may I ask: what is the chef's name?"
"Oh sure'a — his'a name is'a Marko d'Fiorenze," Tony revealed.
"Is there'a anythin' else you ladies would'a like? A digestif? D' glass of'a sherry, perhaps'a d' port? And 'ow are you'a liking d' pizza? She is'a d' 'Bella Sara', our'a mos' popular'a pizza."
Hearing the name of the pizza, the 'Bella Sara', Sarah and Brenda looked at each other. Sarah was about to start making a fuss, when Brenda stopped her again.
"Don't you dare say a word. If you do, they'll decide that they made a mistake and that we're really supposed to pay for this meal. And I don't want to be washing the dishes here for the next week!"
Sarah glared at Brenda for her unwillingness to stand up and defend Mark's honor, but decided that now was not the time or the place.
Even though they had assured Tony that they were completely sated, a small glass of icy cold Limoncello was presented to complete the meal.
Shortly afterwards, the two women left Veni Vidi; one happy as a lark to be stuffed to the gills with exquisite Italian food, the other equally filled, but indignant at what she suspected was a great miscarriage of justice.
Sarah feared that this chef Marko d'Fiorenze was making his reputation by stealing her boyfriend's (well, she conceded, ex-boyfriend's) culinary masterpieces. He would NOT succeed!
Sarah was determined she was going to come back and have it out with this ruthless food pirate!
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The next day things had returned to normal at Veni Vidi.
Tony and Mark were quietly eating an early lunch before the restaurant opened for the day, going over the specials for the dinner sitting, and reviewing the surprise visit from the night before.
"Boss'a, now I am'a understand why you have'a d' Botticelli paintings in d' dining room — you 'ave you' own Simonetta!" exclaimed Tony.
"Simonetta?" Mark asked, obviously missing Tony's meaning.
"Sure — she is'a Sandro Botticelli's redhead'a model who is a d' Venus who is a rising from'a d' 'alf-shell! That was 'er'a name: Simonetta Vespucci. You ex look'a jus' alike her."
Mark thought about it, "You know, I never thought about that but I guess you're right. Sarah does look a lot like the redhead in the paintings."
Then, joking, he turned back to Tony, "But Tony, you better not turn on the Italian charm. I'm still not completely over her," he touched his heart, "and I'd never forgive you if you were to steal off with her!"
"Not to worry, boss. My wife'a, Fabiola, she'sa Italiano too, and she 'ave'a d' 'Christmas' attitude'a about'a d' other women."
"Don't you mean a 'Christian' attitude, Tony?" asked Mark.
"No, no! A 'Christmas' attitude'a: I touch'a d' other woman, Fabiola she a have'a my'a chestnuts roastin' on d' open fire!" he answered, laughing uproariously at his own joke.
There are several places that have been widely recognized for the fact that they provide no real privacy — the Captain's stateroom on an old sailing ship, and anywhere at all in a restaurant. The proof of the latter was that the entire conversation that passed between Mark and Tony was overheard in its entirety by Mark's business partner, Luci, who was sitting in the adjacent dining room area going over the books with her accountant.
Luci was very, very satisfied with the way that 'Trattoria Veni Vidi' had developed. She had gotten the word around to key members of the food press in L.A., who in turn had spoken and written with great anticipation of the opening of a new 'Luci V.' restaurant. The first couple of nights the restaurant served meals limited to a small group of invited friends, to allow the staff of Veni Vidi to work out any kinks in the operation, but after that when the 'official' opening night rolled around, the lines were long and the diners were hungry. And fortunately, the food that Veni Vidi served was so good, that they kept coming back for more.
On the other hand, Luci was not happy that thus far she had not been able to consummate her erotic desires with Mark.
Luci was a wealthy woman. She had been born with the proverbial 'silver spoon' in her mouth. She, with her combined skill at spotting great chefs and her business acumen in the restaurant industry, had actually multiplied the wealth she started with several times over. Luci was a smart, savvy businesswoman.
And she was used to getting her way, but this time her target was not cooperating. Mark just wasn't responding. Her hints, he ignored; the flirting seemed to bounce off of him like water off a duck. When she would give him a wide-open shot of her boobs, or open her legs to invite him to consider dining at the 'Y', he just turned his eyes away. It was really irritating.
Overhearing Mark and Tony's candid conversation, though, gave her an idea.
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Sarah had gone in to work the day after her dinner at Veni Vidi, but she had been close to useless. Her body was sitting at the desk, but her mind was in a quandary, wondering what her best approach would be to stop this... this... culinary interloper who was poaching Mark's recipes.
"You don't really know that, Sarah," Brenda had insisted that morning. "Maybe Mark 'sold' him the right to use the recipes, or something."
"Never!" Sarah replied, with firm conviction. "Those were HIS recipes that he'd worked on, and he always told me that the only way that he would part with them was if he became really famous, he might put one or two of them in a cookbook.
"If I could only find him, I would let him know — but there still aren't any new listings for Mark Flore. I think he must have moved completely out of the area. If I told him, though, he would be raising hell about it. Mark was such a nice guy, but he was pretty tough too. I wouldn't want to be in the guy's shoes at Veni Vidi when Mark shows up."
Brenda reflected for a moment, "Well, the only way for you to really know what is going on is for you to talk to that chef and confront him. See what he says, and if he doesn't have a good explanation, then you contact the food critic guys who write for the papers and accuse him publicly."
That made sense to Sarah. Now all she had to do was summon the courage to make a call to the chef. It was time for her to throw down the gauntlet to protect her man, even if he would never know.
"No, no — I'm'a sorry lady, but'a d' chef he is really no here right'a now. I'm'a criss-a-cross my'a heart!' Tony explained.
"Well he can't be gone all of the time. He is stealing the recipes that he is using from my boyfriend, and I will not let him get away with it. I'll write a letter to the newspaper. I'll get in touch with the television stations. I'll go to the State Department of Consumer Affairs!" Sarah threatened.
Tony blinked, "d' Departmento of'a Consumer Affairs?"
"Yes. I'll charge Veni Vidi with food fraud!"
There was a long silent pause at the other end of the phone, as Tony silently prayed for patience.
"OK'a lady, I talk'a to d' boss'a when he get in and letta 'im know what'a you say. Here, lemme get'a d' piece a paper and I take'a you phone number..."
A couple of hours later, Tony was repeating the conversation to Mark.
"The Department of Consumer Affairs? She wants to charge us with food fraud? I don't think that they care about someone stealing a recipe," Mark observed.
Tony nodded in agreement, "They are'a never'a showin' up'a d' restaurants where'a I'm'a workin'. Public Health, si, but not'a Consumer Affair'a peoples."
"Not to mention that I could hardly steal my own recipes. I think this is some sort of karma thing — I must have done a lot of really stupid things in a previous life that I'm paying for now," Mark said, sighing.
"OK, Tony. Call Sarah back and tell her to come out here Monday for lunch. I'll meet with her and straighten this whole thing out."
"But'a boss!"
"Yeah, I know Tony — it's Valentine's Day. But we aren't open for lunch on Monday, and the staff won't be coming in until 2:00 to prepare for our special Valentine's dinner. That should give me a little time alone with her."
"You know'a, boss, I'm'a thinkin' she'sa still in'a love wit' you," Tony interjected, because as a man, as a lover, and as an Italian, he was a big believer in the power of love!
"I'm still in love with her too, Tony. But she was never able to respect what I do, and I can't face living a life together with someone who doesn't understand and support my art," and saying that, Mark shrugged his shoulders and turned to go back to the kitchen.
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After overhearing Tony and Mark talking about Mark's taste for Botticelli's model, Simonette Vespucci, Luci first spent some time looking at the reproduction of 'The Birth of Venus' in the dining room; then she acquired a book that also contained a copy of the famous painting. If a Simonette was what Mark wanted, then a Simonette was what she would give him.
From one of the workers in the kitchen, Luci had also learned that Mark was coming in early on Monday, when no one else would be around the restaurant.
It was her chance, her opportunity to ambush Mark.
Over the weekend Luci's hairdresser spent hours and hours getting Luci's hair just the right shade of red. And that meant coloring her 'landing strip' as well. Luci already had blue-gray eyes, so that wasn't a problem. But there was no way that Luci, who had always prided herself on her complete tan, as in 'no pale areas from bathing suits' and the like, could manage to get her complexion to mimic the very pale ivory color of Venus in the painting. She would just have to make do.
Luci's highest hurdle to overcome was finding extensions for her hair that were the right color, and long enough. In the painting, Simonette's hair was so long it extended below her butt, for heavens sake! They promised her at the salon that they would have them by Monday morning, and she would just have to hope that they could come through for her.
Sarah wasn't happy at being put off until Monday, but it was what she could get. She would meet with this Chef d'Fiorenze and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe she hadn't supported Mark the way she should have before when they were together, but she was going to stand up for him now, when he wasn't there to defend himself.
For both women, it was a long slow weekend, as they waited for their respective plans to come to fruition.
Mark worked at Veni Vidi the whole weekend, and didn't have a moment to spare thinking about either woman.
On Monday morning, Luci was at the hairdresser by 10:00 getting her extensions put on, and having a few last minute touch ups done to match her hair and the extensions. By 11:00, she was getting in her car to drive from her West Side luxury condo up to Malibu, to Veni Vidi. She estimated about a 45-minute drive, given traffic conditions.
Sarah, on the other hand, had gone to work in the morning, but had claimed to have a doctor's appointment. She figured that if she left work at 11:30, she could make it up the coast to the pier in Malibu in about a half-an-hour. That would be perfect to make sure that she was on time for her appointment to see Chef d'Fiorenze.
Mark had slept in late for once, after working both days of the weekend. Normally Veni Vidi was closed on Mondays, but because this was Valentine's Day, they had a special 'by invitation only' dinner planned.
Mark was excited about the dinner that night, for it was not about the VIPs, the big-money people, or the entertainment industry mavens. Tonight's dinner was for the people who had supported Mark's efforts and appreciated his cooking for years, and who had loyally followed him from restaurant to restaurant. The people invited tonight were patrons of Trattoria Veni Vidi today, but had eaten Marks cooking at the Bistro Parisian before that.
Some had been his customers, co-workers and friends from the three other eateries in L.A. where he'd worked before Bistro. Heck, there was a customer who was coming who'd first met Mark when he was working as a baker in France, and another from his short time working as the dessert chef in a famous hotel in Monaco.
This was his chance to pay them back a little, by sharing his now more developed and mature cuisine.
Tonight, these were his guests. They weren't paying money tonight, but they were paying homage to a wonderful cook, and he was saying to all of them, "Thank you, my friends."
As much as Mark was looking forward to the dinner, he had to take care of a few business matters first, including dealing with his ex-girlfriend Sarah. Sarah — who still came to him in his dreams, and who tore his heart apart when he awoke, only to find the bed empty next to him. Sarah, who was his love, but with whom he could no longer live.
So it was that by 11:30 Monday, the morning of Valentine's Day, Mark parked in his space on the pier, unlocked and entered Veni Vidi's door, leaving it unlocked behind him.
By 11:45, Mark was already completely involved in reviewing purchase orders for ingredients, looking over time cards, and checking the feedback from customers on their comment cards.
So intent was he that he never heard as Luci entered into the dining room at Veni Vidi, and it was only when she poked her head into the kitchen area and spoke to him that he was aware of her presence.
"Oh Mark?" Luci called, trying to sound as sweet and enticing as she could. "Do you have a minute? I'd like to talk to you."
A little irritated, Mark looked at his watch.
"Yeah, Luci. Come on in."
Her voice came back, sounding a little breathless, "Could we talk out in the dining area?"
The distracted chef swore under his breath, but she was his business partner after all.
"Sure," he called out, "Just give me a minute to finish what I'm working on here and I'll be right out."
"OK Mark. I'll wait out here," Luci answered. The timing would be perfect.
So while she was waiting for Mark, Luci stripped down completely, folding her clothes and placing them on one of the tables. Then she walked over to stand in front of the painting of Venus by Botticelli. She posed just like Simonette was posed in the painting, and waited for Mark to come into the dining area and discover her. How could he resist!
Sarah had arrived just on time, although she had to park a little further away than either Mark or Luci, so she was a couple of minutes behind Luci. Long enough that she didn't see Luci enter the restaurant before her.
She walked up to the restaurant door, and even though the sign said 'CLOSED', it opened when she pulled on the handle. She entered into the dark building, first into the little foyer, and passing through that into the dining area where she expected to find Chef d'Fiorenze.
A couple more steps into the dining room, and then,
Sarah froze in place, as her eyes came into contact with...
A woman, standing there completely nude!
Sarah, shocked, raised her hand to her mouth, unable to make a sound. Luci, on the other hand, saw Sarah walk into the room and,
SCREAMED!!
"AHHHHHH, WHO ARE YOU? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?"
Luci's screams had broken Sarah's paralysis, so that she too was screaming.
"AHHHHHH, WHAT ARE YOU DOING? YOU'RE NAKED!"
"THIS IS MY RESTAURANT! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING IN MY RESTAURANT?"
"I"M SUPPOSED TO BE MEETING THE CHEF HERE, NOT SOME CRAZY NAKED WOMAN!"
This little and remarkably uncivil exchange might have gone on for some time, except that Mark, having heard the sounds of two clearly deranged women, hurried out from the kitchen into the dining room.
He looked across the room from one to the other and then back again, before he too shouted:
"STOP IT, BOTH OF YOU!"
There was a quiet pause as both of the women shifted their eyes from each other to Mark.
"Luci?"
"Mark!"
"Sarah?"
"Mark?"
Luci finally had the presence of mind to grab a tablecloth from the nearest table and wrapped it around herself. Sarah, in shock, had rather slowly sunk down into a chair, trying to avoid fainting away, where she sat staring at Mark. In the meantime, Mark was trying to figure out where to start the conversation.
"What, pray tell, is going on out here?" he finally asked, after which both woman began to talk again, each trying to get her story out first.
"Well, I was waiting for..." "And there was this crazy woman..." "I don't understand what she's doing here..." "So I was..."
"HOLD ON," he shouted again, and a silence descended on the room. "That's better; let's do this one at a time."
"Ah, Luci, first. May I ask you a question?" he asked looking at Luci. She nodded her head in the affirmative.
"Why are you, or at least, were you, standing naked in the dining area?"
By this time, Luci was crying and sobbing, and as she answered, her nose was running, and — need one describe it in more detail?
"Well, (sniff) I overheard you and Tony talking (rapid ragged breath) about how you were attracted to women who looked (sniff, sniff) like some model (sob) in this painting, (ragged breath) and I thought (sniff) that if I looked more (little delicate snort) like her, then you might (sniff, sniff) notice me. (Out and out crying for a moment) (Deep breath) So I was going to (sniff) let you see me nude like the woman (sob) in the painting, so you would know (another little snort) that I could look just like her, (small wail) if that's what you wanted!" at which point she just sat there softly crying with a defeated look on her face.
Mark looked at his business partner, who had helped him so much, and of whom, he was very fond. But he had no real desire for her, and frankly was not especially attracted to older women — although he had to admit that Luci was a very attractive woman regardless of her age.
Mark gathered Luci in his arms, still wrapped in nothing expect a tablecloth, and sat her on his lap. He picked up a handy napkin from the adjacent table and carefully wiped her face of its tears and other effluvia. Then he kissed her gently on her forehead.
"Oh Luci. I like you just the way you are — you don't need to change for me. And I'm flattered that you would do this for me. What man wouldn't be? If the situation was different, well, who knows? You've always impressed me, with your mind, you are one smart cookie; you're hard working and determined, and no one is better at getting a restaurant up and running than you."
Mark paused for a second before adding, "And you've got a great looking body and are very pretty too, by the way."
"But Luci, you are also my business partner, and I don't think that it is ever a good idea for business partners to mix their business and private lives together. What would happen if we got together for a while, but then split up? Could you run the restaurant without me?"
Mark looked at Luci, and she shook her head 'no'.
"No you couldn't. And could I find the money and get the publicity for the restaurant that you do?"
He looked back at her, and again she shook her head 'no'.
"See, we each have to do our part. But if either one of us got angry and left, Veni Vidi would fall apart. So it's best if we are not physically involved with each other.
"And there is another problem. I'm not in love with you. I just had my heart broken," Mark said, glancing at Sarah sitting in the chair not ten feet away, "and I'm not ready for any other woman right now."
Mark helped Luci back up to her feet, and gave her a gentle pat on her rear end.
"So why don't you go and get dressed, and get yourself ready to do some hostess duty for the dinner tonight. Will you do that for me?"
Luci nodded, gathered her clothes, and went back through the kitchen doors to the staff bathroom.
Luci taken care of, Mark turned his attention to Sarah.
"So what is this about turning us in to the Department of Consumer Affairs? Calling the critics and the television stations? What were you thinking?" he asked.
Sarah was looking rather abashed.
"What are you doing here Mark? Do you work for Chef d'Fiorenze? I ate dinner here last week, and I was sure he was stealing your recipes and taking the credit for himself. I wasn't going to let him get away with it..."at which point Sarah's tears started in earnest, and she was crying and sobbing and her nose was running, and — need one describe it in more detail?
"Because (sniff,) I love you so much, (rapid ragged breath,) and I couldn't find you, and I couldn't let you know (sniff, sniff,) that they were serving your (sob) recipes, that you spent so much time (ragged breath) creating, so I had to protect you myself (sniff) but it's so hard without you. (little delicate snort) I was so stupid, not appreciating (sniff, sniff) that you were a really great chef. (Out and out crying for a moment) (Deep breath) And I still love you (sniff) and I'm so lonely and miss you so much (sob) and now I don't understand (another little snort) what's going on, but it's too late (small wail) for me to get you back!" at which point she just sat there softly crying with a defeated look on her face.
Mark thought about what Sarah had said and decided to start from the beginning.
"First, Sarah, I'm Chef d'Fiorenze."
She gasped, "But you're Mark Flore!"
Mark smiled a little, "Yeah, I'm Mark Flore too.
"You have to understand that when my parents came to the U.S., they decided to simplify their name and make it sound more 'American.' In Italy, our name was d'Fiorenze — which means, roughly, 'from Florence.' So my folks took the English name for Fiorenze, and then they shortened it to 'Flore.'
"And that's what I've gone by for all of my life. But when Luci approached me about opening my own restaurant, we got talking and I told her the story. She thought that it would be great for me to go back to my Italian family name, especially for an Italian restaurant like Veni Vidi. It sounds more exotic and authentic —'Chef Marko d'Fiorenze'.
Sarah pulled her chair over closer to Mark's to where they were almost touching. Mark looked at her, and picking up another clean napkin from the table, gently wiped the tears (yes, and the other effluvia as well) from her face.
"I was going to tell you about our plan for opening the new restaurant, but we never had a chance to talk. And then you and I had the big fight, and I didn't feel like sharing the good news anymore. It was kind of small potatoes compared to our breaking up," Mark explained.
Sarah then explained how her eyes were opened by the discovery that Phillip was a fraud and a con artist, who had not only been taking her company, but her as well, for a ride.
"You were right about him, and I fell into his trap, and I became a real bitch towards you. I pushed you out of my life; a man filled with love and kindness, who had always put me on a pedestal, and who I still love and miss every day.
"But I guess you've had the last laugh, Mark. While I was nagging you about going to college as the path to success, you were becoming a famous chef and proving me wrong," Sarah said, as she started to cry again.
As the tear ran down her face, she looked up into Marks eyes.
"I want you to know how happy I am for you. You've achieved your dream, and I'm glad. I just wish that I could have been there, standing beside you and supporting you while did it. I'm so sorry Mark, because I know that it's too late now."
The art of cooking is in some ways the art of making one mistake after the next until you get the dish just right. If the yeast isn't fresh enough, or if you don't use high-gluten flour, the bread doesn't rise enough. If you don't cook the Thanksgiving turkey at a high enough temperature, and for a long enough time, it comes out underdone; if you cook it at too high a temperature, or for too long, it comes out dry and overdone. And good cooks learn from their mistakes.
Mark was a great chef, and understood that we all make mistakes. As he looked over at Sarah, her makeup a disaster, tears staining her cheeks, but her eyes filled with love, it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, he'd made a mistake. Perhaps he'd been too hasty in making his judgment. But perhaps this was a mistake that could be corrected. After all, without knowing that Mark was in fact Chef d'Fiorenze, Sarah had been willing to enter the dragon's den to defend Mark's cooking legacy. That was a proof of loyalty that meant a great deal to Mark.
"Sarah?" he asked aloud.
"Yes, Mark?"
"Would you be my Valentine? I love you too, you know; and I've been so lonely without you."
Sarah practically leapt from her chair and into Mark's arms, throwing her arms around his neck, and kissing his face. As he returned Sarah's kisses, he remembered how much he missed being close to this woman. She was his friend, his love, and his one-and-only.
After a couple minutes, when Mark and Sarah had calmed down a little, Mark went into the kitchen briefly, before returning with a platter. It had slices of toasted bread, and a bowl of a spread.
"In all of the excitement, I almost forgot. I'd made us something to eat for our meeting. The toast is a bread that you make without kneading, so it is very light and airy, but it takes over 24 hours to rise; and I made the spread that you always liked so much, with the Swiss cheese, Portobello mushrooms and grilled sweet onion..."
"Oh Mark," Sarah exclaimed with a laugh, "Always thinking about food!"
He smiled, "It's who I am!"
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The Valentine's Day dinner at Trattoria Veni Vidi was a huge success. This was one occasion that no one who was invited was going to miss.
Prior to being seated, everyone partook from the open bar, and mingled. The attendees, most being members of the L.A. restaurant royalty, knew each other, and if they didn't know each other personally, they had heard of each other. And, to be honest, they were all delighted knowing that the meal that they would eat, they didn't have to fix themselves! Even chefs enjoy an evening out.
Luci was in her element, as she flitted from one group to another. Almost everyone remarked at how beautiful she was looking in her light green floor-length gown, with her hair so long and in that wonderful shade of red. Quite a number noticed that she could almost pass for the woman in the painting on the wall. She would smile and say thank you. She was seriously considering of changing her name from Luci to Simonette.
Sarah, who was dressed in a red silk mid-calf creation (and yes, there are some redheads who are so beautiful that they can get away with dressing in red!), was also having a wonderful time. She was worried that she might feel out of place; but in fact she knew a number of people at the dinner from Bistro Parisian, who all came by and spent time talking with her.
Mark and Tony, of course were dressed in tuxedos, which Sarah thought made them both so handsome. When she told them, Mark smiled, showing his dimples. Tony actually winked at her, but then he looked over at his wife, Fabiola, who gave him a mild 'stink eye', which Mark whispered in her ear, meant 'I kill or maim you later.' Tony shrugged his shoulders, as he and Fabiola walked off together arm-in-arm, laughing.
Finally the announcement was made to please take your seats. At his special reserved table, Mark sat with Luci in the chair to his left, and Sarah in the place of honor to his right. Tony and his wife Fabiola, and several other friends filled out the remaining places.
After everyone had found his or her seats, Mark started the show, tapping his spoon on a glass until he had everyone's attention.
"My dear friends and colleagues; I want to thank you all for joining us tonight to celebrate our first Valentines Day at Trattoria Veni Vidi. I cannot tell you how much I've appreciated your encouragement and support over the years, and this is my way of saying 'Thank you' to all of you." Then he raised his glass of Prosecco and toasted his guests.
As Mark sat, Tony stood up before the room could get noisy again.
"Ladies, an'a Gentlemen; I would'a like to propose another'a toast as'a well'a: To my'a boss, Chef Marko, an'a to his'a ex'a girlfrien', Sarah, who'a now is'a d' new again girlfrien'," and with that he raised his glass, "To Amore!"
And the restaurant filled with the sound, as the guests repeated the toast:
"To Amore!"
Would it surprise anyone to find out that they lived happily ever after?
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*Dear Readers: Although this is a romance story, and part of it takes place on Valentine's Day, it is NOT part of the contest. It is just for your reading pleasure!* | literotica |
Title: Prowlers - Birthday Boy by Tsari
Tags: Anal, Anthro, Birthday, Bisexual, Cub, German Shepherd, Hyena, Incest, M/F, M/M, M/M/M/F, Oral, Orgy, Roleplaying, Teenagers, Vaginal
**Prowlers - Birthday Boy**
Ken was busy hammering his girlfriend Mai from behind. The 16 year old German Sheppard boy panted heavily as he felt his climax approaching and his knot swell up outside her wet pussy. The 16 year old Bengal tiger girl moaned as she was being filled and begged him to do her harder.
He then made a final thrust forward, lodging his knot inside her vagina and filling her womb with his seed. She squealed with delight as he filled her with his seed and climaxed herself.
They both panted in the afterglow and then rolled onto their side still stuck together.
Mai: "So have you planned anything special for your brother tomorrow.
Ken:" Sure, I have a great present for him."
Mai: "So what have you planned for him tomorrow? Is his dad coming home?"
Ken: "No I'm afraid not. Dad said he had to work. He always has to work." He said the last thing with a snort.
Mai: "Too bad. I can entertain him all day to make him forget about it if you want?"
Ken:"That's sweet of you, but I have already something planned for him. But I think he would be glad if you woke him up with a BJ since you are already here."
Mai: "I would be delighted to. Just say if there is any more I can do for you my love."
Ken:" Just go to sleep my dear and have pleasant dreams, tomorrow will be a busy day."
He kissed her, then pulled out of her and spooned her as they drifted off to sleep.
Ken and Mai woke up early the next day. Ken put on pajamas while Mai just went nude. They got to Jon's bedroom and went inside.
Mai approached the sleeping now 13 year old spotted hyena pup while Ken stood in the background. She removed his covers and his pajama bottom to find his morning wood. She put the black member in her maw and began sucking it.
*Jon had a wonderful dream. He was playing hide and seek with his biological mother. They were in a garden and Jon hid in some bushed while observing the beautiful woman scout for him. The spotted hyena female found him and began tickling him. She then pulled down his pants and began to blow him. He moaned and said "I love you mommy."*
Slowly she became more yellow and her spots were replaced by stripes. He saw Mai bobbing her head along his shaft and his brother leaning against a wall.
Ken: "Good morning Jon, Happy Birthday!"
Mai: "Morning birthday boy." She quickly said before returning to her task.
Jon: "Good morning Ken. Good morning Mai." He said before shooting his first load of the day into the eager mouth of his brother's girlfriend.
Jon put his bottom back on while Mai remained naked. They then went into a living room where a pile of gifts awaited.
There was a bunch of checks with thousands of dollars from relatives and a gold watch and a gift card for a fashion store from his father and stepmother.
Jon: "Isn't dad and Jennifer going to be here?" Jon looked saddened and knew the answer.
Ken: "Sorry Jon, I really tried making dad come. I even went to his office, but he said he was going on a business trip. And Jennifer of cause is on a trip with some of her friends blowing dad's money.
Mai: "Cheer up Jon; we will make this day count."
Ken: "Yes cheer up, dad has only been to three of my birthdays and I had fun anyway."
Jon tried to ignore the tragic statement and opened some of his friends' packages. Frank got him a new gaming console and some games Jon liked to go with it. Colin got him season first row seats to see his favorite football team. Mai gave him a gift card for an online sex shop.
Jon: "What about Karri?"
Mai: "Don't worry my sister hasn't forgotten you. On Saturday after your classmates have left your birthday party she will give you a special presents she has worked hard on." Jon smiled.
Jon: "Where is your present Ken?"
Ken: "Oh it should be here when you leave school and should be delivered in a black car, remember that. And remember Jennifer is a nitwit who thinks the world wars were between Mars and earth, remember that.
Jon found his remarks curious but knew he was smart and he probably meant something with them. He watched a movie on their flat screen while eating a delicious unhealthy birthday breakfast.
Mai got down in front of her boyfriend and began to blow him. Jon left for school as she straddled him and began riding him. Jon sighed and knew they were going to be late for school again.
Jon had a good day at school; his classmates congratulated him and his teacher made the classes pleasurable with games. In the recess the other boys let him decide the games they played while the girls giggled and wave at him.
His relationship with Karri had really changed him; he no longer just sought older people's attention but also began to have interests in equal aged furs. He wouldn't mind having sex with any of the girls, or boys.
He was beginning to contemplate who he could get into bed with. But not today since Ken had probably planned something and not on Saturday since Karri was planning something, but after that who knows.
The school day was over and he said his goodbyes to his mates who said that they looked forward to his party. He exited the school and his name was yelled out. Jon turned around and saw a spotted hyena male around thirty standing at a black car.
Jacob Noel: "Hallo Jon, Ken sent me to pick you up."
Jon saw the car and recognized it as one belonging to his father; he thought this could be a part of Ken's plan. But still he knew not to go with a stranger.
Jacob: "He also said that some girl named Jennifer is a nitwit who thinks the world wars were between Mars and earth." Jon understood and got in the car with the fur who seemed glad that Jon knew what the sentence meant.
Jon: "So what is your name and what do you have to do with Ken?"
Jacob: "Well son I'm your father and Ken is your brother."
Jon: "Father?"
Jacob: "Yes I'm your father and now we are going home to spent some time together as a family and celebrate your birthday."
They drove home to Jon's resident while Jon still wondered what Ken had planned. They got inside the home and Jon could smell freshly baked homemade cookies. He entered the kitchen and found a beautiful female hyena smiling and holding a tray of cookies.
Marlene Noel: "Welcome home my son I hope you had a good day at school. Now take a cookie and let's celebrate your birthday."
"Mom?" Jon said looking at the woman who was dressed like his mom and had hair like his mom, but was definitely not his mom.
Marlene: "Yes son now take a cookie while they are hot and tell me what you want to do today."
"Okay, well first I have to some homework." Jon said before taking a cookie.
Jacob: "Excellent Ill help you out Son."
Jon: "Thanks daddy and call me Jon." They then went to Jon'room
Jon sat down at a desk in his bedroom and his "dad" pulled up a chair next to him. It was a little strange to Jon who had never experienced his own dad helping him with his homework. He had either been helped by a tutor or his brother.
Jon: "Okay 50\*7=350" he wrote down
"Right" Jacob said and he gave Jon's face a long lick.
Jon:" **Oh,** ahem, 6\*18=108" he said taking a bit by surprise by the lick"
"Right" Jacob said again and stroked the boy's chest through his silk shirt."
Jon: " **Moan,** okay 4\*14=52" Jacob stopped his caressing and Jon quickly redid the math. "56" he said and Jacob continued to caress.
"50\*10=500" Jacob opened Jon's shirt and kissed and licked his nipples.
"6\*31=186" Jacob lowered Jon's pants and groped his groin while still licked his nipples.
"4\*16=64" Jacob lowered Jon's undies and began licking the emerging penis.
"125 **Groan**" Jacob licked the balls before he began to suck the small pecker.
" **Moan** 105 **Groan"** Jacob sped up his sucking as Jon was approaching his climax.
Jon unloaded in the adult fur's maw after given the result to 32\*7.
Jacob swallowed all the cum the cub gave him and Jon quickly did the remaining questions.
Jacob: "So have you done all your homework?
Jon: "Well, I had to write a story for tomorrow but I did it yesterday so I wouldn't have to do it today. But you could read it to see if it's okay."
Jon turned on his computer and found the document. Jacob sat down and began reading through it. Jon then slit under the desk, pulled out Jacobs cock from his pants and began sucking it."
Jacob: " **Yes,** you are such a talented and smart boy I can tell by your work." Giving Jon compliments on both his paper and his oral skills.
Jon sucked the older man while he corrected his paper. The adult finished correcting the paper, then held the pup's head still and began thrusting into the muzzle. It didn't take long before he felt his climax nearing. Jon obediently held his head still as the adult shoved his member into his maw and shot his load.
Jacob: "I think I can cum again if you want to be fucked."
Jon got up from beneath the table, stripped of all his clothes and got on the bed on all fours as a respond.
Jacob smiled and disrobed himself, got down behind the boy and began licking his puckered hole while stoking his boy penis. Jon moaned and told his "dad" to do it more. Jacob complied and shoved his tongue inside the boy's tight anus. Jon moaned and wiggled his ass.
After a while the hole was lubricated enough and Jacob got ready to fuck his "son". He aliened his cock with the boy cunt and slowly began inserting himself into the moaning cub.
Jon held his breath as he was being filled by the big cock. He felt it go in deep, redraw a bit and then went in deeper. Soon it was all the way in and Jon found pleasure as he felt the adult's balls hit his.
Both males groaned as the mating continued. Jacob leaned forward and began licking the boy's neck. He then reached under the pup and began stocking his little shaft. Jon moaned and Jacob was happy, since that day was all about making Jon happy.
The two males continued for awhile until Jon moaned "I'm cumming". Jacob made sharp thrusts into the pre-teen's body and began feverously stroking his pecker. He soon felt his hand being coated by the boy seed as Jon came.
Jon's arms and knees buckled and he landed on his stomach on the bed. Jacob fell with him, still imbedded in him and landed on top of him. He had not yet cum so he continued thrusting himself into the lying youngster who only willingly took it. He humped him for another two minutes before he himself came and collapsed panting on top of the kid.
Jacob: "I think we should take a shower before we continue with your birthday."
Jon: "I think you are right, but there is only room for one in my shower. I think you can use Ken's, it's down the hall to the left."
They separated and Jon went to his shower while Jacob went out the door. Jon made sure to clean the cum stains out his fur and covering the scent with perfumes. He exited his bathroom naked and drying himself off with a towel, to find his "mother" holding some clean cloth.
Marlene: "Sorry son, eh Jon I didn't mean to intrude, I have seem fresh clothes for you."
Jon casually walked over to her, hugged, her and said "I love you mommy." Marlene petted his head affectionately. She was then stunned when he pushed back onto his bed. She looked questioningly at him, he smiled and she knew what would come next.
Jon got down on his knees on took hold of her left foot then began kissing and sucking the toes. He then began kissing his way from her feet to her knee and repeated it on the other leg. Marlene sighed at the gentle stimulation.
He then raised her dress and lowered her panties to reveal her naked sex. He kissed along both thighs and kissed around the mound before diving in. Marlene squealed as he began licking her slit and begged him to continue. She began bucking her hips as she climaxed and sprayed his face with her juices.
Her pussy didn't get much time to rest before Jon got up in inserted himself into her. She moaned and climaxed again as he began bucking her in an increasing speed. He then took hold of the top of her dress and pulled it down to reveal her breasts. He quickly lashed on to them, sucking, licking and gently biting them. Marlene moaned and held his head close to her chest for him to continue.
The sensation soon caused her to cum yet again. The contracting of her vagina caused Jon to cum as well and he shot his load into her womb. He collapsed on top of her and the two hyenas panted in the afterglow.
Marlene: "I think I better clean up before dinner. It will be ready in ten minutes; I have made my husband look after it while I'm gone in case that you wanted to be frisky.
Jon redressed himself in the new cloth while Marlene left the room. He then walked downstairs to the kitchen to find Jon and his "dad" talking. Jon sat down with them and they were soon joined by Marlene who had taken a quick shower and found a new dress.
Dinner was then ready and they four furs sat in the dining room to eat. Ken then opened the inevitable discussion.
Ken: "So why don't the two of you tell about yourselves, your real selves and why you both named Noel while not being married to each other." The two hyenas blushed as they looked at each other.
Jacob: "Well we are both named Noel because we are brother and sister. My name is Jacob Noel and is thirty years old and this is my sister Marlene who is 28."
Marlene: "We fell in love when we were teens and have been together ever since. We were kicked out of our home when our parents had found out and have been drifting around ever since. Then you Mr. Goldstein found us and gave us a contract we couldn't refuse."
Ken: "I have made a contract with them with a great pay that runs out when you turn 18. If they choose to stay with you they can get another contract, if they don't then they will have earned a nice sum of money to start somewhere new with new identities."
Jon: "So I get to play with them every day?"
Ken: "You can, but don't forget there are other tails to chase. You should also know they have some kids of their own. As far as I understand you can also sleep with them."
Jacob: "Well we don't mind incest, obviously, so we chose to include them in our family fun. Though we had an agreement in our contract that if they don't want to join this game they don't have to."
Ken: "No, they are not forced to do anything, but if they are willing to play the role of brothers and sisters, then you can't stop them. Now tell Jon about them.
Marlene: "There is Ruby age 9, she does oral and her father has taking her cherry so if she is willing you can fuck her as well. There is Peter age 7 who is willing to do blow jobs. There is Sarah age 6 who willing to do oral as well. And then there is Belle who is 4 and we haven't introduced her to anything yet other than playing with the private parts."
Ken: "Well now you know what's in stall for you in the future but let's focus on tonight. When we are done eating do you wanna go to the bedroom Jon?"
Jon:"Yes that sounds like a good idea."
They finished up dinner, cleaned up and headed for the master bedroom. Jon and Ken weren't allowed to go in there so that added to the excitement.
Once inside the three oldest furs turned their attention to the birthday boy. Jacob kissed him and caressed his chest. Marlene undid his pants and began teasing his sheath with her tongue. Ken stayed a bit in the background, took off his clothes and helped the adults take off theirs and Jon's.
They moved to the bed, Jon lay down on his back; Marlene then straddled his hips and inserted his cock into her wet hole. Jacob waited a few moments then got behind his sister and inserted himself into her rear. Ken went in front and made Marlene suck him off.
Jon liked the feeling of his "father" and his penis sliding side by side inside his "mother", only separated by a thin layer of flesh. He also liked when the older hyena's balls touched his penis as he banged the female hyena's ass.
Jon also liked the height difference which meant that his mother's breast dangled right in his face, ready to be sucked. He also reached out and cupped his brother's balls as he was being blown by Marlene. Ken looked down and saw his brother's hand but chose to ignore it since it was his birthday.
Jon then said he wanted to fuck his mom's ass and they all shuffled around. Ken lay on his back and Marlene straddled his pelvis. Then Jon inserted himself into her ass from behind. Once again he felt the close sliding of cocks but this time with his brother. Jacob came up front and fed his prick to Jon and his sister, who would take turns sucking it
The group began to huff and puff as they all neared their climax. Marlene came first and clenched her tunnels tight around the rods inside her. Jon came next and filled his substitute mother's rear with his spunk. Jacob came next and gave both Marlene and Jon a facial of sperm that they both appreciated. When Ken had to come he pulled out and jacked himself off so the evening wouldn't be delayed by him being stuck in a female.
They all lay panting after the exercise. Then Marlene rolled around and took Ken's meat in her maw, Jacob did the same with Jon and they began sucking them both hard for the next game.
Once hard they waited for Jon's instructions. Marlene was left out this time and she casually sat in the background, stroking her vagina and waiting for her to be needed again. This time Jacob got on all fours and began blowing Ken, while waiting for Jon to take him from behind.
Jon entered his warm behind and said "I'm going to fuck you so hard daddy as a punishment for never being here."
Jacob: "Yes punish me, I'm sorry I was never here but I am going to be in the future, please fuck me harder son."
Jon complied and slammed his hips harder against the older hyena's buttocks. Ken was amused that Jon was so far into the game, especially since their real father was a German Sheppard. Maybe he could find a German Sheppard actor one day to play their father.
Jon continued for a while until he also filled his "dad's" rectum with his seed.
For the final shuffle of the evening Jon got down on all fours and Jacob entered him from behind. Marlene crept under the hyena cub from the side and began suckling on his tender meat. Ken got between her legs and inserted his hard member into her hot snatch.
They group began to grunt in union again and the air was filled with the smell of sex. Ken came first this time and shoved his entire length into the female. He felt his knot enter her and filling her with seed.
Jacob announced he would come next and Jon said he wanted him to come in his mouth. Jacob pulled out, stood up and Jon got on his knees in front of him. Jacob then stroked his cock feverously until he came and shot a healthy dose of sperm all over the cub's face. Jacob then collapsed panting on the bed, while Jon used his hands to scope the cum into his mouth. He then lay next to the panting others and began to rest.
They all lay resting for a while, almost falling asleep. Then Ken looked at an alarm clock and decided he better put Jon in his own bed. He pulled out of Marlene and began carrying his half-asleep brother to his bedroom. Before he went he told his servants to clean up the room and they began.
Ken carried his brother onto his bed and kissed his forehead.
Ken: "Happy birthday Jon. I love you and will do anything for you."
Jon: "I love you too. There is one more thing you can do for me today." He reached out and stroked his brother's thigh.
"You know I'm not into that." Ken said and looked skeptically onto his little brother.
Jon: "Come on one last wish, please, there is still twenty minutes left on my birthday. If you want you can pretend I'm Mai."
Ken: "Okay if that's your last wish so be it."
Ken shifted angle to make it easier for his brother to reach and Jon began to tease his sheath with his tongue until his red cock came into view. Jon put the rod in his mouth and began letting his tongue swirl around it. "Goddamn it Jon you have really become a good cocksucker" The German Sheppard moaned.
Ken was now hard and slick and Jon prepared to the next phase by getting on his hands and knees on the bed. Ken got behind him and with a "Happy birthday Jon" he inserted himself in his brother's well fucked ass. | FSE |
Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, Inflatrix, superhero, Zephyr
Text: "And that, class, is how you measure the orbital motion of a planet around it's sun using Kepler's laws. Any...questions?"
Greeted by vacant stares from her astronomy class, Dr. Gina Valentine sighed heavily. Only a handful of students enrolled in her advanced course, and this particular lesson offered reasoning for that. One of her students seemed on the brink of tears, another was practically snoring, and the rest hastily scribbled down the equations their professor had written on the chalkboard. Wiping the board clean, Ms. Valentine began to rewrite the equations one by one. "Okay, class...this is Kepler's first law. Pay attention, I'm not going to do this a third..time...oh, NOW you want to concentrate." The young instructor crossed her arms and faced her class. She was used to stares from her previous employment at a co-ed community college, but Turgidia University boasted an all female student body. She was young for a college instructor, early thirties in age. Her dark brown hair was done up in a conservative bun, and her green eyes peered from behind spectacles that rested on her dainty nose"What?" Gina queried.
"Um, are we covering lunar physics today?" One student chimed.
"Similar equations could be used in regards to lunar orbi-"
"How about eclipses?"
"All of that will be covered in due time...my, my, I've never had such an inquisitive class!" Dr. Valentine exclaimed, resuming her inscription. Her star pupil raised her hand. "Yes, Ms. Katie?"
"Um, with all due respect Professor...I think they were joking." The girl sheepishly muttered, her classmates snickering. Gina furled her eyebrows.
"What makes you say that?" She asked sternly.
"Cuz...your booty's getting bigger."
"....What." Gina scowled as her entire class burst into laughter. "That's not very funny. Huhn?" clasping her hands over her rear protectively, it felt as if there was more butt than usual. Looking back at her posterior, the professor cried in dismay as her skirt was pulled tightly across her undeniably larger asscheeks. The volume of her student's boisterous cackling only increased as she squeezed herself in disbelief, but Gina knew precisely what was happening as pressure built in her midsection. Her eyes frantically scanned the room, falling on the air vent in the corner near the door. Pink vapors spilled out of the duct. "C-class..hnf...get out of the school..." she ordered...and received little response beyond more humiliating stares.
"She's blowing up like a balloon!"
"Hope she doesn't pop."
"You idiots! Get out of here before..." Gina pleaded with her students, but it was too late. A pronounced hissing noise filled the room. The attitude of her class was altered instantaneously as all of the girls started to scream and expand. One of the buttons on Gina's blouse burst off as her now titanic chest-orbs sought freedom, richocheting off of one of her student's swollen belly resulting in a shrill yelp. Chaos erupted. Some of the would-be scholars dashed for the door while others could not even free their billowing bodies from their desks. One lucky student reached the door, succeeding only in wedging herself into the doorway and cutting off the only escape route for her friends. The professor winched as her skirt ripped in half, exposing her panties. "It's her...it has to be her..." Gina thought, waddling over toward their only hope; the fire alarm. She slid across the floor precariously, her body become increasingly buoyant. A cacophony of fabric tearing reached her ears. Her entire midsection had become spherical, her limbs slowly being enveloped. "So close...g-got it!" The stalwart instructor exclaimed, managing to reach the alarm lever just as she began to rise. As she did, the handle was pulled out and upward, the shrieking siren sounding across the entire building as the heroic woman became a balloon-girl.
Immediately, the main academic building on campus inacted evacuation procedures. Many of the classrooms were similarly afflicted with the pink-fwoomping gas, but dozens of students who were in the hallways managed to evade being afflicted and poured out of the main exit. The tide of escapees was almost stymied when several multi-colored beams hit the frontrunners, and the girls started to swell up like blimps.
"Going somewhere, ladies?" The sultry voice could barely be heard above the desperate screams of inflating women. Enormous battery pack strapped to her back, The Inflatrix indiscriminately fired her powered-up Inflat-o-ray into the frightened crowd. Targetting an exotic looking cow girl out of the herd, she pulled the trigger and uttered a sinister laugh as the ray splashed, affecting multiple girls around its intended victim. The blond dominatrix smirked as the she-cow stopped in her tracks, her body surging out into a sphere rapidly.
"Dee!" One of her friends cried out, suddenly gasping as her breasts deployed like airbags, bursting through her shirt and bowling over a fleeing professor. "H-help!"
"I've got you Kate!" Yet another girl, this one with a hugely distended belly, leaped up and grabbed the blimp-boobed Kate. Dee, by this time, was rising above the roof of the main building already. A purple haired girl with a sizable rump clung to clumps of grass while her bloating derriere threatened to send her skyward as well. "Somebody call the police!"
" No! I don't wanna be seen like this on the news!Hang on Saki-nyeep!" Kate squeaked, her breasts starting to pull her upward. Despite the additional weight of the girls grabbing her, the lift generated by her titanic helium filled tits proved to be too much, and she too drifted away. Women rose into the air in various shapes all over the school grounds. One balloon huffed angrily within feet of the assailant, casting a threatening glare at the villainess.
"What are you looking at, blimp? Why don't you be a good balloon and float away?" Anette sneered and delivered a swift upward kick to the balloon's underside, knocking her higher into the air. Glass shattered, and the Inflatrix's attention turned to the school. Windows blew out and bulges of balloony flesh poked out, the building practically groaning with strain. "Hot damn! Look at all those cutie-balloonies..." she gleefully admitted, nonchalantly zapping one of the few uninflated students that remained. The sky was full of girl-balloons. It was like a dream come true. "Better call the lab to come pick those balloons up before the whole school floats off." as she reached for her communicator, her hair was blown forward by an unexpectedly powerful gust of wind.
"You fiend! Didn't you learn anything last time, balloontrix?" A new voice reached the villainess' ears and she happily turned to greet it.
"Well, if it isn't....Zeffie...Zoofi...Zoophile...oh, blast it...what's your name again, future-balloon?" Anette played coy, tapping a finger against her chin. Zephyr, slightly rotund with air, glowered at her arch-enemy. A light crimson blush came to her face as the reality of the scene set in. There were helplessly ballooned girls all around her, some having faded into nothing but barely noticeably flesh-colored dots against the blue sky.
"Zephyr, balloontrix. It's Zephyr. You're gonna pay for what you've done to these poor women!"
Pointing an accusing finger at the black-clad blond, Zephyr clenched her fists and sucked air into her belly through her iconic belt...eliciting little reaction from the other woman. "Hey...you're supposed to be runnin', or...you know...shooting me?"
"Oh, don't mind me...you go ahead and do what you do, girlie." The Inflatrix replied, setting her battery pack down and stretching. She was bemused by the puzzled look that appeared on the heroine's face, Zephyr's middle becoming increasingly spherical.
"So, you-nnnff- give up then? It'll make blowing you away even easier than last time!" She boasted triumphantly. She groaned as her body emitted a soft creak, releasing the buttons in her gloves and cutting off the intake. Unfazed, Anette reached into her cleavage and procured a small remote control. Zephyr groaned, "I'm sure those...hnnff...girls would love to see you up there with them!" Zephyr depressed the buttons in either palm with her fingertips, expecting to blow Anette head over heals with a blast of air. To her chagrin, nothing happened at all and the heroine was left fruitlessly pressing the buttons over and over again with a repeated clicking.
"Oh, did your little toys break?" The Inflatrix chimed in, rolling the minute remote in her palm. Zephyr desperately tried to activate her belt, but her glove-based controls refused to respond. Noticing the villain sauntering towards her, she paled and waddled backwards. "Did you really think you could beat me, The Inflatrix, at my own game twice?" her voice was seductive, causing Stephanie to feel hot in the face. "Poor, deluded balloon...I recognize that prototype lense in your belt. Disrupting the radio frequency between it and your gloves was a trivial task."
"T-that's not fair! You're not even gonna give me a fighting chance?!" Zephyr's voice trembled.
"Girlie, did it ever occur to you that I'm...how can I put this delicately..." Anette pushed her plaything over onto her back. "EVIL? When somebody says the word 'fair', I assume they're talking about my skin. That's the only definition I give a damn about." Sternly stated, she placed a heel atop Zephyr's swollen gut and put pressure on it.
"Nnnggfff!!! OFF!" The heroine flailed her limbs like a turtle attempting to right itself.
"You wish! You're going to PAY for what you did to me...what you made me...do...goddamn you!" The Inflatrix's face reddened from a mixture of anger and arousal. Delivering a swift kick, she sent Zephyr rolling like a kickball. "By the time I'm through with you, you'll bow down to me like all the others..." Anette seethed, straddling the now belly-down Stephanie. Squeezing her thighs around the bloated girl, the villainess took hold of Zephyr's shoulders.
"W-what are you gonna-EEP! WHAT THE-OOF!" Stephanie shrieked. She was being riden like a bouncy-ball! Her belly sounded like dodgeball each time he collided with the ground, the girl's face flushed with indignation. "Y-you can't-UUNF- do this to me!!! It's sick-OW!"
"Shut up!" Anette intentionally made the final bounce a hard landing, getting off of her toy. "Why don't we go back to my place for some more...fun...?"
"You'll...never get away with this..." Zephyr's voice was weak, her body spent from being bounced so thoroughly. "I'll...fight every step of the way..."
"Who said anything about 'stepping'?" The Inflatrix retorted, collecting her inflat-o-ray and its battery pack. Then, she walked next to a large tree. "Let's see if you can figure out where I'm...I mean, you, are going with this?" She clucked her tongue, dragging a basket and rope from behind the tree.
"...Y-you've got to be kidding me..." Stephanie muttered in disbelief.
"I'm not one to kid around..." The villainess smiled and adjusted the Inflat-o-ray. "I've been dying to test this on some poor, helpless girl...and look at what we have here!" she grinned and pointed the device at the bouncy heroine. Pulling the trigger, the gun-barrel did not emit a beam, but instead pulled energy into itself. Her hands shook violently as the entire ray-gun glowed and quaked violently. Zephyr squealed.
"Nnngh! W-wait!" It was too late. The Inflat-o-ray issued forth a crimson beam that enveloped the heroine's entire figure. The device in the villainess' hand smoldered and beeped frantically as it's entire battery supply had been expended in one spectacular blast. "Oh god-Mmmph?!" Zephyr's rounded torso exploded outward, immediately swallowing up her limbs up to the ends. Her cheeks bulged comically, and the belt that served as her heroing trademark now cinched her middle painfully.
"Oh, my! Ahahahaha! This is fantastic!" Anette exclaimed and clapped her hands together. Casting the battery pack off of her back, there was a glint of mayhem in the Inflatrix's eyes as she moved swiftly to tie the basket's ropes to each of Zephyr's rapidly dissapearing extremities. Stephanie was inflating by several feet a second as the overcharged beam worked its magic. The balloon rocketted into the air, coming to an abrupt stop as the ropes pulled tight and the basket anchored her down. With an ear-raping snap, Zephyr's belt finally lost its fight against the pressure building within the heroine and fell to the ground. "Uh oh...I think it's almost time for liftoff, blimp!" The Inflatrix ran her fingers across the teal balloon's underside, eliciting several muffled whimpers. Practically skipping with glee, the Inflatrix approached and knelt before the heroine's girdle and snatched it up, unceremoniously casting it into the basket along with her battery pack.
"Mmmmmm....." Zephyr's high pitched wail tapered off into a pitiful squeak as her head dissapeared into the enormous sphere her body had become. Her hands and feet were sucked into her body, only the ropes tied to them sticking out from where they used to be. The Inflatrix crawled into the basket slung underneath her new method of transportion and prodded the orb roughly.
"Up, up, and away we go, girlie!" The Inflatrix cheered as the enormous sphere that was Stephanie began lifting the basket and its contents off of the ground. Higher and higher they went, carried onward and upward by the winds. Several of the students-turned-balloons drifted past them, squealing curses and cries for help as the hot air balloon floated in the direction of the Inflatrix's lair. "Mmmm...if you think this was bad..." the villainess cooed."...you have no idea what's in store for you. I'm going to break you, Zephyr...Hahahaha!" Anette's malevolent laughter trailed off as the ball-shaped Zephyr vanished over the horizon. The wrath of the Inflatrix is not easily avoided, as the heroic young woman would soon find out...
| bodyinflation |
Title: Fresh Out Ch. 06
Tags: best friends, nonsexual, gay for you, black men, black love, coming out, basketball
It was weird to watch him as an adult. Neville had convinced himself that Brion hadn't changed much in the near decade since they'd last spoken but he had clearly been wrong. With a whistle between his teeth, Breeze ran the kids, the youngest 5 and the oldest 9, through the drills he himself hated and complained about all their lives. He embodied all the qualities they had appreciated in their coaches without losing his own comedic personality. Brion was never one to take himself too seriously. When he made varsity as a freshman, he shrugged it off to good luck. And when he made all-state as a sophomore he joked that his father probably paid some people off. Even when he made all-American his last two years of high school and had recruiters from all over the country coming to watch him play, he made it clear to Neville that he wasn't going anywhere without him. He was getting the same kind of attention but there was very little overlap for the two to enjoy success on the hardwood and the gridiron.
They ended up staying local at a relatively small division-1 school that was happy to add two homegrown stars to their ranks. At least until Neville's fuck up, but he never faulted the administration or his coaches for his unceremonious booting. Brion stayed and graduated with a degree in Sports Management. He had no illusions of NBA success and used his talents to travel the world, playing professionally in two countries while he earned another degree in Sports Medicine. From a very early age Brion knew that he wanted to open a gym for kids like them, well like Neville, who didn't have much support with their athletic endeavors. Neville had always admired that about him, his drive and self assurance to see to his goals. Sure they partied as much as any other campus celebrity but Brion never missed a class and graduated with a very respectable 3.6 GPA.
Neville watched from the bleachers with a few parents as Brion lived his dream, directing the 20 or so kids and his three high school aged assistants through layup lines and ball handling drills. He even ran the kills at the end of the session with them, backwards, shouting words of encouragement to all the kids by name. At the end every kid got a sports drink, a high-five, and an attaboy before they went to change back into their street clothes. He chatted with the adults while they waited for the little guys to return, occasionally glancing over in Neville's direction. Unfortunately he couldn't tell if the red in Brion's face was from blush or exertion, but he was fine with either. When all the kids were gone Brion, with the help of his assistants, returned the gym back to it's pre-practice emaculance. Neville would have helped but he was enjoying watching too much, and listening to Breeze be Breeze. He teased the lone girl among them about her prom date prospects, telling her, "It might be hard for you to find a date who ain't intimidated by that mean cross of yours. But if you gotta let a man win to get him to notice you, he ain't worth your time babygirl." Neville noticed one of the boys' quick glances at her and smiled thinking, she might not have to look as far as she thought. When they were done Brion followed them out and locked the door behind them. With a cocky smirk on his face, he sauntered over to Neville and pulled off his shirt.
"We got time for you to get ya ass kicked if you want," he said as he grabbed a stray ball and dribbled a little, lazily putting it through his legs a couple times before he turned and shot a fadeaway jumper from well beyond the three-point line.
"Naw bud this ya world," Neville said as he climbed down from the bleachers to retrieve the rebound and send the ball back to Breeze with a bounce pass. "This is a pretty nice set up you got here though. I'm proud of you man."
"Oh stop it," he said as he took another shot from just beyond the top of the key. Another swish and Neville again rebounded and sent it back. This time he made a pass that Brion had to run to catch but he made it and the turnaround jumper that followed. "I'm just doing what I feel like I was put here to do. Nothing really noble about that."
"You kill me with that shit yo," Neville said as he took a shot of his own, which of course didn't go in but Brion tossed the ball back to him and nodded for him to take the shot again. "Can't a brotha just be impressed by his boy doing his thing." The ball came through the net with a swish. Brion caught the rebound, put it on the floor twice, and two hand dunked it. He did a little dance when he landed and Neville shook his head. "Always a show off," he said with a chuckle and Brion shrugged his shoulders.
"What? You know I'm kinda a nice wit it," he said as he tucked the ball under his arm. "Lemme go grab my stuff before Pop start calling and shit." A few minutes later, Brion returned in sweats and a t-shirt, smelling like body wash and cocoa butter. Neville wanted to lick him but he settled for a playful shove instead which Brion returned.
As they cruised through the city, Neville thought he might be nervous about the possibility of bumping into a relative but Brion's presence in the passenger seat eased his anxiety. It wasn't that he didn't want to see anybody but the probability of confrontation was pretty high with some of his more zealous family members. He avoided his old neighborhood where he knew his father still lived and he noticed Brion almost comment on his detour. Instead he patted Neville's thigh and turned up the radio, keeping his mouth shut.
Eventually they pulled up in front of Brion's childhood home and found his father puffing a cigar on the front porch. It wasn't much, a typical inner city row home but some of Neville's greatest childhood memories happened under that roof. He was excited as he found a parking spot a few doors down. Brion's dad watched them park from the porch. He had been seated until they got out of the car, but when he saw Neville he jumped up and tossed the cigar away before he made his way gingerly down the steps.
"Hey Pop look who I found," Breeze said as they walked up to the older version of himself. He opened his arms to hug his father but was shoved aside by the man responsible for his handsome smile and light eyes.
"So you listened to me for once in your life. Only took you 28 fuckin' years," he barked but there was a huge grin on his face as he took Neville into a bearhug. "I told his punk ass to go see you but he ain't listen."
"They wouldn't let me on the list Pop..."
"Fuck a list boy. You should have found a way," came quickly from his father with a hard slap to the back of his head.
"It's cool Mac I wasn't in no shape to see nobody no way. Him coming to see me the other night was enough."
"You out clean...no PO visits?"
"Yes sir," Neville said with a smirk, knowing full well where this visit was going. "Did every day minus eight months of good time. I ain't want no tether."
"That's what I'm talking bout," Mac said with a hard pat to his back before he pulled him into another hug. This one was less intense but Neville still appreciated the love. "Well shit lets get in the house before Margie come looking for me."
At the mention of Mac's new girlfriend, a frown came to Neville's face and both men noticed. Brion's mother passed away from a stroke during the first year of his incarceration and it weighed on him that he wasn't there to see his best friend through it or to pay his respects to the woman who was like his mother. He even called her momma, unlike his stepmother who he unaffectionately called Ms. Pru.
"It's cool young fella, Margie takes pretty good care of me these days. She a good woman..."
"Gotta be to put up with ya old ornery ass," Brion said with a laugh even after he received another cuff from his father.
"Now don ya two be startin' that nonsense ya hear me," came from the kitchen in a slight island twang and the MacIntosh men laughed.
"Sorry Margie," came from them both in unison as an older dark skinned woman came through the open kitchen door. Brion went to her and kissed both her cheeks. He had to stoop a little, she couldn't have been more than 5'3" and she reached up and hugged him tight.
"And who dis big handsome man who come we you...He face look familiar," she said as she looked at Neville with squinted eyes.
"Put your glasses on baby you might be able to see him," Mac said and Margie swatted him away. "This here's my other boy, Neville. He ain't come from me but he damn sure spent enough time here for me to claim I raised him." Neville laughed at that as the little woman reached up and greeted him as she had Brion.
She held his face in his hands and smiled up at him. "Got a little island blood in ya too don't ya baybe?"
"My mother was from Trinidad," Neville said of the woman who birthed him but never had the pleasure of meeting. She died shortly after his birth. His father didn't talk much about her when he was growing up and now that he was an adult Neville wanted nothing more than to find his relatives that remained on the island.
With a pat to his cheek she said, "She be proud of the man you become. Don't let no one tell you different baybe." Margie kissed his forehead and hugged him tight, when she released him Neville's eyes were wet. "Go now hang with the men, I'll call when the curry done."
It was Mac who pulled him away, with a hand to the back of his neck and laughed a little. "Margie got a little bit of the sight. I learned a long time ago if she tell you something heed it. Right, son?"
"If I did, I could have saved myself some paper on divorce lawyers," was his simple response as he led the way down to the basement. It warmed Neville's heart to see it didn't look any different than when he was a kid, except there were now two recliners. They were in much better condition than the tattered plaid one that he remembered and he laughed as the MacIntosh men eased into them with long sighs. Brion leaned his all the way back and turned on the massage feature. A smile crept across his lips and turned his head to Neville on the couch. With his eyes closed he said, "Don't worry bruh I'mma let you have next. All that work you been putting in I'm sure you a little sore."
"Yeah Paris told me you been working construction," Mac said and Neville tried his best to avoid his eyes as Brion smirked. "Good crew?"
"Yeah, Garrett Restoration," Neville answered, deliberately avoiding Brion's gaze as he told his father of his new job. "It's just a few guys but they work hard. Pays well, good benefits. Boss is a good guy, invited me to stay up at his place when Paris had the baby a day before I got out..."
"And he ain't never moving out," Brion added with a smirk.
"What he got a daughter or something?"
"Naw, nothing like that," Neville said to Mac though his eyes shot daggers at Brion who only laughed. "Its out in the sticks, real quiet you know. Me and his nephew have gotten to be pretty close. It's no bullshit over there. If I stayed with Paris, it wouldn't have been coming from her but I'm sure there would have been something, and with the baby, I ain't want to put that on her. Plus it's cool to be in a different environment. Less tense," Neville said finally and looked up to find both men smiling at him. It was Brion's gaze that made him look away, luckily the sports news was on the television, providing the perfect distraction.
"I hear that young fella," Mac said as he reached under the side table between the two recliners. He came away with a cigar box and sat it in his lap. "That must be why you seem relaxed. I ain't never seen a mufucka been out couple months so collected. That in itself is an accomplishment. I got to admit I wasn't so sure what to expect, I mean you ain't no street cat..."
"Really Pop," Brion said in Neville's defense.
"He know I don't mean no disrespect," was Mac's response as deftly rolled a joint. Neville laughed at that. He knew what he meant and it wasn't the first Neville heard such a thing. His entire life had been a prison that his incarceration freed him from, once his bid was up, Neville was more free than he'd ever been in his life. "I'm just saying I know guys did half as much time and come out all fucked up and shell shocked. I'm just happy you made it through, son."
"Thanks a lot Mac," Neville said, of the sentiment and the joint that came his way. He hadn't smoked in years and never with Brion's father. Neville knew from their early teens that Mac enjoyed a little chronic every now and then but he wasn't the type of parent that shared his questionable habits with his children. Neville remembered very vividly the dressing down they received when Mac caught them smoking cigarettes in seventh grade, a habit that he developed when he was about their age. "Nobody gave enough a shit about me to tell me I was a moron. I love you two too much to allow you the privilege of stupidity." Of course they did it anyway but they stopped stealing his to enjoy the taboo.
All the talk seemed to be done as the joint moved from man to man. True to his word Brion switched seats with Neville, even set the massager to a setting he thought he might like before he stretched out on the couch. He got up occasionally to change the channel at his father's request without making too much noise, other than a heavily drawn breath or rolled eyes. Being in this house with them was the one thing he missed from his old life. He could feel himself getting emotional again and pushed it away with a hard sniff, but when he felt Brion's hand on his there was no holding it back. Neville let the tears flow and Mac grabbed the back of his neck.
"I wasn't bullshiting up there with Margie," Mac said as he squeezed his neck. "You as much my boy as that one over there. I talked to your father not to long after your trial and let him know just how much a jackass he was for not showing up for you. Sure you pissed away your talent and deserved to know just how disappointed you made all of us but that don't mean you deserved to go it alone. Now I'm not usually the type to judge or talk about about folks but we just as much family as your own blood..."
"More," Neville said quietly and wiped his face. It was then Mac noticed their hands, fingers laced tightly together but he didn't say anything about it. "I'm sorry I never wrote back."
"You never told me you did that Pop."
"I ain't gotta tell you shit boy," was Mac's playful reply and Brion smirked. "And I wasn't looking for a response. I just wanted you to know that you had somebody that's all. I've heard brothas say you can't worry about the outside while you in there but those the same ones who come out and can't live out in the world again. I ain't want that to be you son. You made a mistake. You paid for it. Now it's time you move on from it."
"That you ain't gotta worry bout Mac. I'm in a much better place now than I ever was," Neville said having collected himself. He took a deep breath and squeezed Breeze's hand before he let it go. He hadn't even realized they were holding hands until he let go. Neville looked at Mac but the older man showed no signs of even recognizing the contact and he breathed a sigh of relief. "I got good people around me now. Lots of support. Yall ain't got to worry about me losing my mind again. I'm out and plan to stay that way."
"Well that's the best news I heard all week son," Mac said with a smile. "I saw Paris the other day at the market with that big ole baby boy of hers. She told me you were doing well, said you were a little reluctant to come back around but I'm glad you did son."
"She meant my peoples and it's more than reluctant," Neville added with a laugh. He didn't want to say he was flat out not going anywhere near them, figuring that might be a little much.
"Well it's their loss. You always welcome here son, no matter what, and don't you forget it."
Almost on cue, Margie yelled down from the top of the stairs for them to "Come on, get it," and they all jumped up. It had been years since Neville smoked and the three little tokes he took had his head swimming a little bit. He was the last up the stairs and he took the opportunity to give Brion's ass a grope.
"Quit playin," he said over his shoulder with a smirk as he swatted Neville's hand away.
Neville had assumed Brion would hide their affection from his father. Granted it wasn't overt but the subtle touches and quick glances weren't hidden as they sat beside each other at the dining room table. They didn't go unnoticed from the older couple either. Mac and Margie shared a few glances of their own as Brion moved his chair closer to Neville's and when Neville dropped a piece of coco bread on Brion's plate before he deposited one on his own. There was something going on between them, it was obvious, but like his son, Mac would let them tell it if it needed to be said.
Aside from the absence of the matriarch and Brion's sisters, dinner at the with the MacIntoshes wasn't any different than it had been in his childhood. Mac teased Brion about all aspects of his life and the son returned the favor as usual. Margie filled in well enough as the mother figure, telling them both to leave the other alone in turn and Neville laughed so hard at times that he choked. Breeze was there to pat his back but he didn't pull his hand away once Neville recovered, keeping his arm draped around the back of his chair. They had come to the end of the meal by then and Margie excused herself to clean up the dishes and pack up some of the leftovers for the boys to take home. Neville tried to decline but she wouldn't hear of it and came back with two paper bags full of curry goat, rice and peas, cabbage, and plantains for each of them.
"This is their way of telling us it's time to go. It was a cialis in that fistful of pills Pop just took," Brion laughed as he got up from the table, taking both bags with him. And Mac didn't deny it.
"Once you get my age you gotta do what you gotta to keep the one you with happy," he said with a smirk. The wording wasn't lost on either of the boys but Neville was the only one who thought to explain. He opened his mouth to do so and Mac held up his hand. "I might be old but I'm not old school. I had my suspicions about you two for a long time. His reaction to your departure from his life only confirmed what I already knew. He was heart broken and not from him thinking you might have put the moves on his girl. I asked him and he tried to deny it but a father knows his son, even if he ain't know himself yet."
"But he's not gay," Neville said with a smirk and Brion rolled his eyes.
"But you are," Mac said and Neville nodded, his eyes dropped to the floor but Mac grabbed his chin and made him hold his head up. "Ain't nothing wrong with who you are son. Church folk like to shout about God not making no mistakes but they twist it all around to fit they own closed minds. He don't make no mistakes, that's true, and I'm sure He could give a damn about who you taking to bed so long as they go willingly. If yall together, I'm happy for you. If not, have fun. But you make me have to come pick him up off the floor again like I did then I'll forget how much I love you boy." The last he added with hard eyes on Neville before he patted his shoulder and laughed. He grabbed them both around the shoulders and led them to the door. "Now I don't know about yall but curry makes me sleepy if you know what I mean," he said as he opened the door for them.
"Aight Pop that's enough sharing for tonight."
"I'm just telling it how it is boy," was his quick reply as he shoved Brion through the door. Neville got a more civilized farewell, another warm hug before he said, "I meant what I said son. You always welcome here, with or without him. This better not be the last time I see you."
"No sir, it won't," Neville said as he pull away. "Tell Margie I said thank you for dinner."
"Tell her yourself next Sunday," he said and slammed the door. Neville stood on the porch until he heard all the latches and laughed, looking at Brion. "I ever tell you how much I love your Pops."
"All the time bruh, all the time." | literotica |
Title: How to Tame Your Tikbalang Ch. 01
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*May agimat ang dugo ko* (My talisman is in my blood). *\~ Bamboo, Noypi*
*CHAPTER 1—Recover Yourself First*
Swirls of dust welcomed her footfalls, the motes of years dancing in the emptiness of abandonment.
*Haunted houses are scary, but condemned structures outdo even the psychological danger posed by restless spirits*. Tala Bienvenido repeated her grandmother's advice as if it were a verbal talisman, a recited *anting-anting*, that would keep her safe from rotted floorboards and crumbling ceiling plaster. Her grandmother, bless her departed soul, had warned her against coming to this old building time and again.
The decrepit old house on Leveriza Street last saw better days in the late 1990s, when she was still a pre-school student at St. Scholastica's College in the city next door, Manila. It was once a grand structure that boasted of a well-appointed great room, an ornate formal *sala* and a huge dining room that could easily seat 12. it was in these once-magnificent rooms that important guests were received and entertained in style.
The house had six bedrooms with their own indoor *batalan* and chamber pots from the outset—plumbing facilities that were later upgraded to more modern fixtures. There was a *silong*, a semi-basement that opened up to a backyard with fruit trees, a gazebo and swings that had once sloped gracefully down from the streetside wrought-iron fencing and gate to a burbling fountain that had become a trash bin full of rusting tin cans, slashed tires and whatnot. The fountain's fat little cherubs had turned black from the soot of the city and crusty layers of pigeon crap. Now they looked sinister in their unwashed state, as if they were hunting prey.
She'd had to use a heavy, old-fashioned key on the rusted gate lock, as well as more modern (but no less weighty) keys for the sturdy Yale padlocks holding the inch-thick chains binding the gate closed. The house had once been the jewel in the clan crown, the Manila seat of a sugar-baron family that had been blessed with wealth, good looks from their mixed Spanish-Chinese heritage and a surfeit of talent and brains that enabled them to shine from boardroom to ballroom.
Like almost everyone in the capital, however, the Bienvenido family had suffered much during World War II and four years of Japanese occupation. Their holdings in the islands of Guimaras and Bacolod dwindled and, post-war, had to be sold off parcel by parcel so each generation of the genteel family's survivors could continue studying at the prestigious Catholic schools that were their birthright. The years of occupation had drained all life from their once-thriving businesses. Land reform took the rest.
The last holdout was this house on Leveriza St., in what used to be an enclave of the rich and reclusive. By the early years of the new millennium, it, too, had to be let go as the neighborhood went to seed and the family fortunes shrank to the point that Tala's parents were pitted against her father's kin over what remained. The ancestral home was one such disputed property, held in escrow by the courts as the case wended its slow way to resolution.
Tala's black jeans of heavy denim, long-sleeved black shirt and knee-high black boots would take care of the rest. Or so she hoped—she was in the tropics, after all, where such clothing was already considered too heavy for the late summer evening.
Tala swept her powerful LED flashlight beam steadily across the great room just off the old mansion's foyer in a systematic pattern, searching for the stairwell that would take her to her goal: The storage crates made of now-brittle *palo china* wood left in the old attic at the mansion's fifth level. The scritch-scratching of rats and roaches made a creepy accompaniment to her tentative steps across the cushion of dust and dust-bunnies on the planks of the hardwood floor and she shivered, praying that she and those creatures would not meet.
Up the creaky steps she went, testing each stair before putting her full weight on each one. Her ascent was slow, and the late afternoon sun began to fade to twilight as she reached the fifth level of the careworn structure, the light coming in diluted bursts through the grimy, beveled glass of the lead-lined windows of the stairwell.
It has got to be here, Tala thought to herself when she got to the attic, it just has to. The book she wanted had been left with many other things too heavy or complicated to move—cheval glass mirrors, floor to ceiling window shutters made of delicate *capiz* shells and hardwood, ironwood trunks cladded in brass and inlaid with mother of pearl and *carabao* horn, old plantation chairs with wicker weave for seats.
She picked through the junk of the ages—literally from the early 19th century, at least, that lined the ruined old attic. Darkness had fallen completely by the time she'd picked through the musty old photo albums with their faded pictures, old wedding dresses gnawed by rats and several steamer trunks packed with the detritus of a family torn asunder.
Then she found it. The book she'd remembered sneaking up to the attic to read. The one her *Abuela* Selo had once spanked her soundly for reading. The memory washed over her like the Manila Bay breakers over breakwater rocks at high tide.
She could be stalwart and not give in to the rush of emotion as she picked the book up out of its swaddling of red Chinese silk, but she'd be lying if she thought she wouldn't remember the only time her *abuela* whipped her ass sore with the rawhide belt that had belonged to her grandfather, the one cinching a dressmaker's dummy's waist with a silver buckle upon which the word "Texas" was embossed.
"*Ay, que ver!* No, child! That is not for your eyes," her grandmother had uttered in that stern tone that portended punishment most severe as she undid the belt and looped it in her hands so she gripped end and buckle all at once. "You will not come up here again. You will not read that again. I locked it away because that book made my mother-in-law crazy. The book will not do the same thing to you."
It was right there, in that musty attic, up against a dressmaker's dummy, that Tala's grandmother first took a belt to her buttocks, muttering *"lo siento"* over, and over again through Tala's wails and tears. "I do this for love of you. Now, be quiet and take your whipping so we can be done here."
"But, *Abuela*, it glows..." That was all Tala got to say before the belt connected with the flesh between buttock and thigh, erasing all that she would say as she got the belting of her young life. Through the pain, Tala saw the gilt edges of the book glow unnaturally bright in the midmorning light streaming through a high window, illuminating what should have been shadow.
For a moment, in that fleeting flash between epiphany and discovery, Tala had felt the rush of power thrum through her fingertips as she traced the book title, an intaglio in gold leaf against cordovan leather: "*Bestiario de Criaturas Mágicas en las Islas Filipinas*." Then before she could identify the dormant emotion that began to rouse as she touched the book, grandmother had taken it from her hands and punished her.
The bestiary glowed the same way now, as Tala picked it up. Its cracked leather binding warmed to her hand in the way it had all those years ago. For a moment she could imagine it recognized her. Shaking away the dust of memories, Tala picked up the book and made as quick a getaway as she could. She didn't even bother to secure the gate again. *Let the courts eat that. Let Uncle Mariano and his maligno of a wife eat that, too.*
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*I dare not linger on this path. All I know now is to put one foot in front of the other and walk away as quickly as I can from the old mansion falling into the silence of shadow as the sun sets behind me.*
The narrow streets of Pasay are swathed in the patchwork of evening shade and dim, grubby streetlight as Tala's swift strides take her from the enclave of houses belonging to the elite oligarch families, their Art Deco and Rococo engravings in bas relief are thrown into melding light and shadow by a full moon.
This is the Sin City of the live sex shows full of kink and of transvestite strippers who put Thai ladyboys to shame. It is the same city where the miraculous Redemptorist parish still floods with pilgrims and supplicants each Wednesday.
Her boot heels snicked sharply on pavement that was cracked and, in places, broken through enough for the sewer stink to rise on the humid air. She nimbly avoided these cracks and holes without even looking down. She grew up on these streets, after all, some of those years spent in that aged house she'd just left.
Tala carefully stuffed the leatherbound tome into a black messenger bag as the rising beat of Pasay's red-light district clubs reached a crescendo. She exited a shortcut straight into the verboten zone where sex is as cheap as beer and ladies' drinks, and just as swiftly consumed by the bright fires of disinterested lust.
Satisfied that the strange glow of the old book was stowed safely into the black leather of the pouch bouncing on her hip, Tala slowed her stride to a saunter casually, throwing back her shoulder-length cap of dark curls as she put a smile on her face. I am almost there. I will be home, safe, and none will be the wiser. She did not see the shadow that followed her steps stealthily, doggedly, and with dark intent.
Smiling to herself and humming Bamboo's song "Noypi" under her breath, Tala reached her apartment building and gave a smile to the security guard at the entrance who tipped his hat and held the door open for her. Almost there. She rode the elevator to the 15th floor and, once in her apartment, turned on the light, let out a long breath and sank onto her overstuffed couch, inhaling the lavender scent of her potpourri sticks.
With shaky hands, she drew out the thick leatherbound book she'd taken from the condemned recesses of her ancestral home and began leafing through the brittle brown pages with a small sigh.
The book's gilt-edged pages still felt warm to her fingertips, the handwriting at once complex and very inviting, very comprehensible.
Like its title, the text was in Spanish, with some text in old Tagalog. It was written in a flowing, elaborate script that indicated a feminine hand—Beatriz de la Lopa Bienvenido's verdant script. Tala scanned through the pages as quickly as she dared until she came to the middle of the book, where the entry she sought sat under the date, 22 Abril 1898.
*"The Tikbalang can be tamed. Wild as it is, due to the animal spirit that imbues it, this magical creature can be broken to civilized ways in the same way a natural horse can be broken to bridle and saddle—with care and a gentle but unyielding hand. Otherwise, this maligno will assault and kill whoever attempts its taming. If the person who makes this attempt is female, she will pay an even more terrible price for her failure: Death by repeated and brutal rape of every orifice. The rapine of the tikbalang, it is also said, includes the beast's feasting upon the still living flesh of such a female should she fail to tame him. I have not failed. But I am baylan, and more powerful now for my victory, which I set down here for the descendant whose power will one day equal mine."*
A strong shudder wracked Tala's body—a shudder that was mostly fear and something dark that she did not dare identify as she read on. The prim little Catholic school girl in her would not face that feeling: *No sipuedes*. Not now, Tala. *Cuidado*.
*"The Tikbalang is often called an earth spirit, a melding of all the strongest, but not the always the best, qualities of man and horse. It can be malevolent, as I have said earlier. It can also, once tamed, be the most loyal of allies, immortal and powerful as it is. "Taming a Tikbalang, the lore I have collected from across the islands says, will bring power and fortune to the soul so fortunate as to achieve this goal.
"Joyful is the woman who tames herself a Tikbalang, it is said, for she will also have an immortal lover of unearthly carnal skill and a strong sire for her sons. The fortune she reaps is but the added blessing to the miracles she will harvest along with the three golden hairs hidden in the beast's mane, tail and genital hair."*
A soft, insistent ringing began to swell in the living room and Tala carefully shut the bestiary with a sigh. It was her smartphone ringing out the alarm she'd set for eight o'clock. Her shift at the contact center would start soon and she needed to prepare. The team leader, after all, should not be late, Tala thought wryly in that clipped British accent they'd trained her to use when speaking in Queen's English for her inbound callers.
Stripping off her boots and clothes as she went, Tala made her way to the cold tile of her bathroom, exposing her lush curves and nipped-in waist, her wealth of mestiza skin and long, graceful limbs to the sizable peeping tom peering through the sliding glass doors of her small balcony as her rounded, high ass swayed with unconscious grace.
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The Tikbalang's black pelt blended into the balcony's shadows. His fiery eyes followed Tala's body with a greed that burned through the double-glazed thickness of the tempered glass his breath was fogging with each heavy exhale from his velvety horse's snout.
His ears flicked back against his head, signaling a sexual tension visible in every defined and straining muscle of his heavily-furred human torso and his equine hindquarters. His long black tail whipped back and forth swiftly, impatiently.
He looked over her light skin noting the hint of gold that marked the Malay genes that blended with the Spanish-caucasian rosy-white and light Chinese yellow into an exotic golden glow. His eyes of flame skimmed over the graceful curve of her shoulder, followed the indentation of her spine down to the top of her proudly plump, rounded rump and on down slim thighs between which peeked the pinkness of woman—glistening, aroused woman—as she stepped into a doorway she shut between his gaze and her nakedness.
He licked his hand with a long red tongue and gripped his turgid member, his almost foot-long *tarugo*, thicker around than her forearm. His hand would have held Tala's whole head in a secure grip, easily so, for he was large even for his race. Princes, after all, are often bigger than the commoners they were destined to rule.
He hunched over as his lust for this petite taga-lupa sent shockwaves coursing like electric ripples through his body and he pumped that length of maleness hard, squeezing tightly as he pushed his hips forward and back until his pendulous testicles drew up to his groin and he erupted in an orgasm that rattled the glass doors. Straining every muscle, he drained his balls of semen in curling swirls against the glass, almost feeling the heat of her wet cunt milking him instead of his hand.
Leaning against the concrete and steel of the balcony's edge, the Tikbalang smiled and tossed his head back before climbing silently down the fire escape to the right of the fencing. He had his quarry marked after years of staking that old house out. The question that remained was whether she would be a meal or a mate.
*We will see if you will win me, human, or if you will become a sacrifice to forgotten gods.*
Tala couldn't shake that eerie feeling one sometimes gets that one is being watched intently, with an intense gaze that may or may not be a threat. She'd locked the bathroom door, something she did not usually do because she lived alone and had the run of her small studio apartment.
*You're making your own ghosts, Tala,* she admonished herself. *You just had to get yourself psyched up over the old book. You don't even know why you want it. You just do. Enough of this kalokohan. Get ready for work because you have bills to pay.*
With her skin tingling—and not just from a thorough scrubbing with a pumice stone—Tala dressed, applied a bit of eyeliner and lip gloss, ran a comb through her unruly mane of damp curls and made her way out the door and off to work.
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"Thank you for calling Isles Tech Services Ltd. support. This is Tala. How may I help you?"
Tala spoke crisply into her headset as she kept a keen eye on the rest of her team. The calls were coming in hard and heavy, as per the usual for their market. They were here to deal with first-world problems, like smartphone services that did not function as they should.
A quick look at her PC's clock showed she had another few minutes before she could take a breakfast break. She helped the woman on her line resolve a problem of app conflicts and headed to the nearest 24-hour coffeeshop for a much needed shot of java. Especially since she was pulling a double shift this day and had to stay in the zone that much longer.
Tala waited for the barista to finish making her large double chocolate latte when she turned to seek an available table. She was badly startled to find herself staring at a chest—a very large chest—clad in a white dress shirt with the top three buttons open to show a peek of deeply tanned and (quite possibly) well-muscled chest.
"Oh my God! Big person, don't eat me!"
"You wouldn't be more than a light snack, my dear," the Big Person said, adroitly catching hold of her left elbow as she stumbled back and nearly hit the barista's counter.
Just then, the barista sang out her order and the round buzzer in Tala's hand went off.
"Double chocolate latte for Tala!"
"Thank you, *po*. I just need to get my coffee and we can forget how stupid I just sounded," Tala said. "Can you please let go of my elbow?"
She looked up to find the man smiling down at her with intense, dark eyes and dimples to die for and fought a very 1800s swoon. I can't be weak in the knees now. I need coffee!
"I'm sorry if I scared you, miss," spoke a deep, mellifluous voice above Tala's head. The large hand encompassing her elbow and upper arm released its grip. "Go ahead and get your coffee."
Tala took a deep breath and smiled as sweetly as she could at the stranger who caught her stumble. She turned to the barista to claim her cup of badly-needed joe and the blueberry muffin she'd lost all appetite for, picked up the tray and headed for the table at the furthest corner of the coffee shop. She was just taking a bite of the muffin when a shadow fell across her face and she looked up, her mouth full of pastry and berry filling.
"You make a full mouth look so good," the stranger said, setting his paper cup of coffee down on the table beside hers. "My name is Buhawi Batumbakal."
Tala choked down her mouthful of muffin, gagged on it and swigged her still hot latte to ease the choking—burning her tongue in the process. *Susmarya, you aren't just scaring me. You're making me melt in all the right places and go all stand-upper in other feminine bits. Not to mention making me choke on my breakfast.*
Once she could draw breath again, she pushed back that combination of fear and attraction that was soaking her undies and pinned on a wry smile. It figures that someone named after a whirlwind and iron ore would disrupt my morning, eh?
"Tala Bienvenido. I'm sorry I reacted so badly. I just find it scary to suddenly be confronted by someone so large. It's not easy being short." She held out her hand and it was engulfed in his hot, large hand. She felt like she'd plunged her hand into a pool of plasma—with the current running up and down all the nerves in her arm from her fingertips to her armpits and on, and on around her body.
They chatted about the weather, her job at the call center, his job at a nearby bank. What Buhawi did not tell Tala was that his family owned the bank, had owned it from the very beginning, over a century ago.
What Buhawi gleaned was that Tala was beautiful to him, her face a blend of east and west that was rare, even for these isles where everyone is a mongrel of mixed breeds. He barely heard what she said, wouldn't have been able to answer a quiz on it if his life depended on it.
He focused on the fire-lights in her dark hair, the tips of gold on her long, curling eyelashes, the way her eyes slanted up just slightly and how the sun brought out the clear amber lights in her otherwise chocolate eyes.
Tala's red lips were full, moist, hypnotic—and he wanted to kiss them, delve his tongue in and drink her deep. The scent of ylang-ylang and tuberose in her hair and on her skin wafted up to him and made him grow hard enough to drill a hole in the table, up from under.
There was this feline quality to her movements, an almost supernatural and innate grace that was at once familiar and unsettling. His warning bells were ringing, but Buhawi was in no mood to heed them so he kept up his ocular vigil of Tala.
Buhawi ogled the soft curve of Tala's throat as she tipped her head and knocked back her double chocolate latte the way a thirsty lush would knock back a solid shot of scotch. That led to him looking down the open vee of her button-down shirt to trace the soft Spanish swell of bosoms thrust out by her arched back as she swallowed and sighed because the caffeine was finally, finally taking effect.
It wasn't as if Tala was doing much better, really. She focused on taking ladylike bites of her breakfast and swigging her coffee quick as she could because this gorgeous, big specimen of maleness was too hot to look at directly. His black hair was shot with streaks of sunlight—perhaps he'd had it done at one of those fancy barbershops, but, fake or not, they suited him so very well indeed.
His face was droolworthy in a way only the matinee idols of the 1950s were. He spoke in a voice that reminded her of the hot chocolate shot through with cognac her *abuelo* used to let her sip on the sly. He was the embodiment of a forbidden pleasure stolen in the middle of a straitlaced day, with his muscled physique and that sudden boyishness presented by the dimples coaxed out by his smile. Even good girls get wet panties, after all, when faced with such male sublimeness.
"Oh, my goodness, is it that time already? I need to get back to work." Tala picked up her mobile phone and smoothed the sides of her jeans down, skimming her hands over fidgety hips.
"It was nice meeting you, Buhawi. Thank you for not eating me." Tala's words were sincere, with just a hint of Catholic schoolgirl flirt in it, as she held out her hand to him.
"It was my pleasure. Though I do think you would make a very nice snack, Tala," Buhawi flirted measure for measure without rising from his seat (there was a VERY big reason for that besides his desire to set her at ease). He took her hand and bowed over it.
With a smile and nervous a wave because of Buhawi's strange gesture, Tala exited the coffee shop, her hips swaying and her scent trailing behind her. | literotica |
Title: How To Celebrate A Birthday
Tags: ruth giggled, girlfriend emma, door ruth, panties thong, mother cries, mother girlfriend, emma gently, slide mother, thighs chest, brighton beach
*This story was originally submitted in 3 parts over a period of 18 months. I have now had a chance to edit it down slightly…I hope you enjoy it! Criticism or praise always accepted via e-mail.*
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I was born on my Mother's 19th birthday. Not an amazing fact in itself, but one that would have interesting repercussions later in life.
My early years were not unusual, and it wasn't until I was in my early teens that I made an interesting discovery, well, two in fact. Firstly, I realised that my mother, called Ruth, was incredibly attractive (5'11" tall, with short reddish brown hair, a full set of tits and legs that went on, and on, and on.) Secondly, she and my Dad fucked like rabbits every night, and when she fucked, my Mum was loud and proud! Every night, as they fucked in their room (or the bathroom, or the lounge downstairs), I heard Mum begging for more, and screaming out her multiple orgasms as I wanked myself stupid in my room. When I wasn't wanking, I was out with my girlfriend, Emma, having wild sex with her. Nearly 6 years older than me, Emma taught me a lot about fucking and sucking, and hearing all about my parents loud sex life turned her on as much as it did me. As soon as I left school, I moved in with Emma in the flat she shared with her Brother, Craig. He worked all hours so we almost had the flat to ourselves, and our sex life got better, if that were possible.
My favourite position was to bend Emma over the back of the settee in the lounge, flip her skirt up over her waist, and pull her little panties down over her rounded arse. It was always 'framed' by stockings and suspenders, and there was nothing I liked better than to grab her by the hips and slide my 7" cock into her waiting cunt. Emma had a way of pushing her arse back at me as we fucked that turned me on no end, and she would reach between her legs and cup my balls in her hand. Like Mum, she was a loud fuck, and there were stains on that settee that no amount of dry cleaning would remove!
Then, soon after my 20th birthday, Dad died in an accident. I moved back in with Mum to give her some support, and Emma spent most of her time there too. Mum coped better than we expected, and life soon returned to some kind of normality. I became the man around the house, and Emma and I tried to fuck quietly, whilst Mum cried herself to sleep.
It took a few months to notice that Mum's crying had turned to moaning. She and Dad had had a very active sex life, and Mum was obviously missing cock. One day when I was alone in the house, I went into Mum's room. Rooting around in her drawers, I found a large envelope. Sitting on her bed, I opened the envelope and pulled out a pile of Polaroid pictures. The first one was of Mum sat in the bath, cupping her tits and squeezing her erect nipples. The next three showed her dressed in sexy undies, including a black suspender belt, thong panties, and a matching corset. Looking at these pictures of my sexy Mum posing in those clothes gave me a raging hard on, but the rest of the pictures were even better! The next one had Mum lying on the bed, still in the stockings and corset, sucking off my Dad whilst sticking a didlo up herself. But hang on, I thought, who was taking these pictures? The last 6 pictures told the story. They showed another couple and my parents in a whole range of porno poses. My Dad fucking a well built blonde from behind, who was licking out my Mum; Mum getting a sandwich fuck from Dad and the other man; and Mum and the blond French kissing with two loads of spunk all over their faces. Feeling shocked and really horny, I looked in her bedside cupboard and found a 6" dildo. I gave it a sniff - it smelt of pussy! I licked it, and came in my pants as I tasted my Mothers' cunt juice, and realised that she was fucking herself every night, probably listening to me fucking Emma. It was then that I decided that one way or another, I was going to fuck my Mum, but how?
I decided to go for the slow approach, rather than blunder in and probable screw it all up. I'd spent the last 18 months working on a building site, and always considered myself to be in pretty good shape, so I started to walk round the house without a shirt on. I soon noticed Mum casting furtive glances at my body. Emma noticed too, and one night in bed, she asked me what I was doing. I told her everything, including my discovery of the pictures.
"Oh my God", Emma said. "That is so horny! Quick, fuck me now, I'm sopping wet!"
Normally foreplay is an important part of our lovemaking, but I just climbed between her thighs and slid my rock hard cock into her receptive cunt. We were both so turned on by my plan I knew this was going to be a quick fuck, especially when Emma whispered in my ear
"Imagine I am your Mum. Fuck me hard!" I could feel my balls banging against Emma's arse as I rammed into her.
"Fuck your Mother, fuck your Mother, fuck your Mother" Emma began chanting in time with my thrusts, getting louder and louder as her orgasm approached.
"Quick, cum on my face, like in the pictures!" she pleaded. Although I desperately wanted to cum in Emma's cunt, I was too turned on. I quickly pulled out and sat up. A few strokes of my cock was enough to make me cum. I shot load after load of spunk onto my girlfriend's face, imagining what it would be like to do the same to my Mother. Afterwards, as I snuggled down to sleep, Emma gently bit my earlobe and said,
"When you fuck Ruth, can I fuck her too?"
Upping my seduction techniques, I started to 'accidentally' brush past Mum a lot, letting my fingers touch her hips, or arse, and once even her breast. I knew this was turning her on as I saw her nipple straining through her blouse. It was now time for the culmination of my plan to get my Mother into bed. My approaching birthday was my 21st, and it was on the same day as mum's 40th.
"Have you made any plans for your birthday Mum?" I asked, knowing she hadn't.
"No, no, I hadn't really…" she replied.
"OK, how about Emma and I take you out so we can celebrate our birthdays together." Mum squealed with excitement and rushed over to kiss me on the cheek. At the last moment I turned my head and our lips met. I quickly wrapped my arms around her to hold her wonderful body against mine, and to prolong the kiss. She looked shocked, and pushed herself away, before regaining her composure.
"Whoa, easy tiger! Aren’t you getting enough from Emma?" As she said this, she ran a finger down my chest, resting her fingernail on my belt buckle for a second.
"Oh yes" I replied, "But I've always got some spare for a beautiful woman like you". She looked at me curiously, and then moved away.
"How about we make this a special event Mum, and we buy each other clothes to wear on the evening?"
"Oh great" she replied, "I've seen just the shirt to buy you!" Yeah, I thought to myself, just wait till you see what I'm gonna buy for you.
In the two weeks leading up to our birthdays, Emma and I had lots of loud sex that always included fantasies about incest with Mum and, since it was high summer, I paraded around the house in short shorts, or even swimming trunks, ensuring Mum saw me. She too had started wearing a kaftan around the house, and I regularly got flashes of thigh or nipple. Three days before I turned 21, and Mum reached 40, our plan sprang into action. Emma had to go away in a fake emergency visit to a non-existent aunt who was ill. This meant it would be just Mum and me who went out to celebrate, or as Emma put it, 'to give you a chance to stick your cock into your Mothers cunt without my tongue being in the way.'
On the morning of our birthdays, after Ruth and I had opened all our presents and cards, Mum gave me another parcel to open.
"It's your shirt to wear tonight," she said. "Now, where is my dress?" Looking Mum in the eye, I explained that I hadn't actually said I was going to buy her a dress, but her parcel was on the settee. Her slightly puzzled look turned into a squeal of delight, and she ran into the lounge. I heard paper tearing…and then silence. Then, she re appeared, carrying three scraps of black silk and lace.
"These - are for me?" she asked.
"Oh yes" I replied, "On your fantastic body they'll look great".
"But who will see them?" Mum asked.
"I intend to" I said, smiling innocently. With that I jumped up, gave Mum a hard kiss on the lips, squeezed her arse cheeks briefly, and went out.
That evening, after spending the day with friends, I went back home to pick up Mum for our 'date'. As she walked down the stairs, I had to stop myself from dragging her back upstairs there and then! She was wearing a silk dove grey dress, with thin shoulder straps and low cut over her full breasts, and showed quite a bit of cleavage. Not too much to appear slutty, but enough to warrant a second and even a third look. The dress hugged her figure down to her hips, where it flared out in pleats. On a woman with legs as long as my Mothers, it was definitely classed as a mini dress.
"Well, how do I look?" she asked, doing a little twirl as she spoke. This caused the hem of her dress to rise up, giving me just the slightest glimpse of dark stocking top and bare thigh.
"My God, if you weren't my Mother…" I replied. Ruth smiled.
"Let's pretend I'm not your Mum for the evening then. How about that?"
"Fine with me" I replied, and grabbed her round the waist, pulling her to me and kissing her hard, worming my tongue into her mouth. Almost immediately, she kissed me back, thrusting her tongue against mine. My hands almost automatically went to the cheeks of her arse, squeezing them and feeling the outline of the small lace knickers I had bought her. She rubbed her crotch against my rapidly growing erection, and she moaned into my mouth. She broke off our kiss, dropping one hand down to gently rub my rock hard dick through my trousers.
"OK, this is the rule. Whatever happens tonight is just happening tonight, never again."
"Suppose you enjoy it?" I suggested, rubbing my hands lightly over her hips, feeling the suspender belt I knew would be there. "Suppose I fuck you so well, and you enjoy it so much, you beg me to fuck you again, and to involve you in a threesome with Emma?" I swear my Mum had a little orgasm when I said that. She was breathing hard, her nipples almost burst through her bra and the silk dress she was wearing, and I could smell her pussy.
"Oh well, once a slut always a slut, that’s what your Dad used to say about me! Come on, let's go to dinner."
By a coincidence, we knew the cab driver, so we had to behave in the taxi on the short journey into town. When we got to the restaurant, I made sure that I got out of the taxi quickly and opened the car door for Mum. As she got out, she made sure that her skirt rode up enough to give me a glimpse of the stocking tops and black panties. I knew it would be at least a couple of hours before we got home, and if she kept flirting and flashing at me all the time, I was likely to cum in my trousers. That would be a waste, as I could think of at least three places on my Mums hot body that I intended to cum over in the very near future. Although the restaurant in the hotel was superb, and the food wonderful, I hardly knew what I ate. Purely because Ruth spent the whole meal turning me on, either by sucking on her breadstick, or leaning forward over the table and displaying her ample cleavage to me and the grateful waiter, or adjusting her stocking top in full view of the couple sat at the next table.
When I called for the bill, Mum excused herself and went off to the ladies room. She was gone almost 10 minutes, and when she returned, I could see her nipples were rock hard.
"What have you been doing?" I asked with a grin.
"Oh Simon, I'm sorry but I am so horny I had to have a wank in the toilet! I am desperate for you!"
"Well," I replied "I hate to keep a lady waiting. Come on, let's go home."
The taxi ride home was more fun than our earlier trip had been. Ruth and I sat close together, and she brazenly rubbed my cock through my trousers as I teased her by running my fingers up and down the soft skin of her thigh above her stocking top, and just grazing the material of her panties, but purposely not touching her cunt. About half way home, she suddenly rammed my hand up her skirt and started to kiss my neck and face passionately. Her movements made her short skirt ride up over her hips and I knew the taxi driver could see everything in his rear view mirror. Although the journey only took 10 minutes or so, I thought we would never get home.
As I paid the fare, with Ruth standing behind me massaging my ass through my trousers, the driver said to me
"She's hot isn't she? Give her one for me won't you mate?" Ruth giggled behind me.
"I want him to give me more than one tonight. Here is a little extra tip for you." She turned round, bent over and flipped the hem of her short skirt up. The g-string panties I had bought her had vanished up the crack of her wonderful arse, and the black lace suspenders and the matching stockings framed her backside. The taxi driver moaned with pleasure as Ruth wiggled her bum at him. Then she stood up
"Sorry, gotta go now, we have got some serious fucking to do haven't we son?" I shot a glance at the taxi driver, who hadn't realised my mother had called me 'son'. I just smiled at him as he drove off.
As soon as we got the front door shut my Mother and I kissed, our tongues darting into each other's mouths. Ruth broke the kiss first, and started to unbutton my shirt. As she pulled it off, she said
"If we are going to do this properly, let's go to bed now!" With that she turned and headed up the stairs. I made a point of waiting a few seconds before following her so I could see up her short skirt. It was worth the wait. Her panties had vanished up her behind and both her cheeks swayed as she climbed the stairs. As a confirmed 'stockings man' the sight of those long, silk clad legs was almost too much to bear.
I walked into my Mother's bedroom and shut the door behind me. Ruth stood there, breathing hard, her nipples poking through her dress.
"Turn round" I ordered. She now faced a full-length mirror. I stood behind her, and slipped the thin straps of her dress off her shoulders. With a faint 'swish' the dress slithered to the ground. Looking over her shoulder, I gazed at the reflection of my Mother in the mirror, wearing just the matching underwear I had bought her. She was leaning back against me, one arm against her side, the other rubbing up and down my thigh. Her breast strained against the confines of her bra, the nipples visible through the thin material. Her g- string, low on her hips, the front damp with her excitement vanishing between her legs. The suspender belt tight round her slim waist, the straps taught, holding up the lace top stockings, leaving 5 or 6 inches of bare skin.
I unclipped her bra, and her tits sagged slightly. I cupped them with my hands, enjoying the feel of her soft skin, and flicking my thumbs over her hard nipples. Ruth gasped, arching her back as if to fill my hands even more. I let my hands wonder down over her ribs, her stomach, down to her groin. I could feel the heat of her cunt as I traced a finger over her panties. I rubbed my erect prick up and down between the valley of her arse cheeks and gently bit her earlobe as I whispered
"Watch me, watch me as I finger fuck you." Ruth let out a sob as my finger wormed its way under the wet elastic of her panties.
"My God, you're wet!" I exclaimed as I stuck a finger in her.
"Wet and hot" Ruth groaned, humping her hips up to meet my finger. Her hands scrabbled behind her, reaching for the zip on my uncomfortably tight trousers. She screamed as I stuck a second finger up her sopping wet cunt. My thumb found the nub of her clitoris and I rubbed it gently. I swear if I hadn't been supporting her, she would have collapsed on the floor.
"Oh my God Simon, I'm cumming! Your making me cum!! Look at me, I'm cumming on your hand!!" Indeed she was. My hand was drenched to the wrist in her juices, and with my other hand I twisted her nipples. Ruth managed to get my prick out of my trousers and was wanking me as she watched herself in the mirror being finger fucked by her own son. Although it felt (and looked) fabulous, I told mum to stop wanking me or I was going to cum. She laughed, reluctantly took my fingers out of her cunt, and dropped to her knees in front of me.
"Now it's your turn. Watch your mother give you the best blow job of your young life." Pausing only to pull my trousers and pants down, she licked the drops of pre cum off my dick. Then, looking up at me, she opened her mouth and engulfed my cock. She was right. It was the best blowjob I had ever had. I felt her tongue run along the sensitive underside of my cock, whilst she cupped my aching balls with her hand. I looked in the mirror and saw the wonderful sight of my mother, dressed only in black lace stockings and suspender belt and a tiny g-string on her knees sucking me off. As I watched, I saw Ruth slide one hand between her own thighs and, pushing the sodden material of her panties to one side, start to finger fuck herself. That was it. I felt myself start to cum.
"Oh God. Don't stop, I'm gonna cum" I shouted.
"Yes, yes, cum in your Mothers mouth. Oh I want your spunk so much!"
With that, I came, sending ribbons of hot spunk shooting into my Mothers receptive mouth. Some she swallowed, and then, with a delicious grin, she opened her mouth and let the rest dribble over her lips and down onto her full tits.
I fell back onto the bed. Ruth stood up and rubbed the spunk into her tits.
"End of round one. Here comes round two", She laughed. With that, she wiggled out of her sopping wet panties and threw them on the floor. Seeing her nearly naked, with her reddish brown cunt hair matted with her own juices quickly gave me another hard on.
"I know this is wrong, but if I don’t get some of your cock, I'm gonna explode. Get ready to fuck your own Mother!" Ruth crawled up the bed, pausing only to plant a swift kiss on the head of my prick. She straddled my crotch, grabbing my prick and rubbing the head up and down the exposed lips of her cunt.
"Do you want me Simon? Do you want to fuck your own Mother? Tell me, do you?"
"Yes!" I shouted, "Sit on my dick and let me fuck you till I fill your cunt with my cum. I want to fuck you now Mum!"
As I said that she lowered herself onto my dick. The feeling was amazing. Her cunt was tight and red hot, and yet so wet that I slid into her easily. Ruth shut her eyes and shuddered with delight as she bobbed up and down on my prick. I reached up and cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her nipples. I let her do all the work for a minute or so, and just lay there enjoying the view and the fantastic feeling her cunt was giving me. Then I reached up, grabbing her by the back of the neck and bringing her down to lay on me. We kissed wetly as I began to hump my hips up and down, fucking her as hard as I could. I slid my hands down onto her arse cheeks, feeling the muscles taut under the skin.
"Oh God yes, fuck me lover", Ruth screamed. "Fuck your Mother hard. I know you want to, I've heard you and Emma talking about it as you fucked each other. I wanted to come in and join you both, and now I wish I had…Oh God, I'm cumming again…yes…yes…fuck meeee!"
I stopped my hard thrusts, instead just sliding the head of my cock in and out of her cunt. When Ruth recovered, I slapped her on the arse and told her to roll off.
"I'm going to fuck you from behind and fill your cunt with my cum now."
My Mother positioned herself on the bed, with that wonderful arse sticking up into the air. Her stocking tops were soaking in her juices, and the lips of her cunt were red and glistening. As I knelt behind her, she reached between her legs and guided my cock into her pussy.
"Oh yes, do it now, doggy fuck me, quickly. Stick your big hard cock into your Mothers cunt."
More than happy to oblige, I thrust into her, making her groan. As I pumped her, I ran my hands up and down her long, stocking clad legs, before sliding one hand round to rub her clit. My Mother screamed out again as her forth orgasm of the night shot through her.
"Look at the mirror", I told her. Groaning with pleasure, my Mother looked. It was an impressive sight. She was kneeling on the bed, her hands grabbing the pillows, her hair messed up and matted with sweat. Her naked breasts, the nipples engorged, swung as we fucked. And there was me, her son, kneeling between her spread legs, pausing so she could see my prick, wet with her juices. Grabbing hold of her hips, I began to thrust hard into her. Our bodies made a wet, slapping sound as we fucked, and I could feel the familiar feeling of my own orgasm approaching. I gripped her hips harder, speeding up my thrusts.
"I'm cumming", I hissed through gritted teeth.
"Yes, cum in my cunt Simon. Fill me up with your cum. Give it to me now!"
With one final thrust, I came, sending my spunk deep into my Mothers waiting pussy. Her head was deep in the pillows, but I still heard her cries as she orgasmed as I filled her up.
Breathing heavily, I collapsed on the bed beside my Mother. I watched as my sperm trickled out of her cunt and began to soak into her sheets. She rolled over, and grabbed my now flaccid prick.
"You remember when I said whatever happened tonight was a once off? Well, I've changed my mind. I want to be fucked like that as often as you can manage it."
"But what about Emma? After all, she is my girlfriend", I asked, as I lightly traced a finger around her right nipple.
"Hell, bring her along. The more the merrier!"
As I drifted off to sleep, hugging my just fucked mother, I smiled the smile of a man who knows that his first threesome is not too far away!
There can't be too many men who wake up the morning after their 21st birthday celebrations without a hangover. But how many men wake up in the morning to find their mother giving them a blowjob?
That's how I awoke. A sore head, a mouth that felt like the bottom of a birdcage, and my mother, kneeling between my legs, sucking the head of my cock in her mouth as she wanked me to a full erection.
"Morning lover, fancy breakfast in bed?" Ruth smiled at me as she licked my balls. "Or would you prefer to fuck me first?"
By now, my dick was pointing at the ceiling. I lay back and smiled contentedly. "Well, what do you think? Last night you told me that you wanted me as often as possible, and I'm not going to kick you out of bed, even if you are my mother. Now climb up onto my dick, I want to cum inside you."
With a wicked grin, Ruth crawled up my body until she was kneeling over my dick. She grabbed it in one hand and gently squeezed my penis and, rubbing a drop of pre cum into the head looked me in the eyes. "I asked you this last night, and I’ll ask you again now. Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to stick your big cock into your own mother's pussy? Do you want to see me cum on your big, hard, dick?"
Rather than bother to reply, I grabbed her hips and thrust myself up and into her. She closed her eyes and groaned as I started to slide my dick in and out of her receptive pussy. Her tits bounced up and down as she rode me, and I reached up and cupped them, feeling their weight. I grabbed her long nipples, gently squeezing them.
"Oh my God! Squeeze them harder, harder!" Ruth begged. Now this is interesting, I thought. Not only does my Mother enjoy fucking her own son, but she seems to like a bit of pain too!
I twisted my mother's nipples for a second, and then stopped. Ruth sobbed as her approaching orgasm subsided.
"You want to cum on my prick don't you? Well, tell me what turns you on, all your darkest, dirtiest, fantasies. Tell me, and I'll give you an orgasm that you won't forget!" As I spoke, I thrust up hard, my hips leaving the bed, nearly bucking Ruth off me. "Come on, tell me now." I rasped my thumbnails across the hot flesh of her nipples, "What do you think about as you fuck yourself with your dildo?"
Ruth leaned forward, an arm each side of my head, and clenched her cunt muscles around my cock. "My fantasies? Well, besides fucking you" she giggled, "let's see. I always enjoyed a little orgy. Just me, your dad, and a couple of other people who enjoyed fucking. I've always wanted to seduce a woman, and get fucked by her wearing one of those strap-on didlos. Nothing unusual you know, a little bit of anal, a little bit of flashing, just the fantasies of your average British housewife!" She began to raise and lower herself on my cock, her cunt felt like it was wanking me off. "Now it's your turn, no secrets now, what is lurking in that incestuous mind of yours?"
Sometimes it's so easy, I thought to myself. I knew that if I asked mum what she wanted, I would get to tell her what I wanted, and with a little luck, all my fantasies would get acted out. I lay there for a couple of seconds, enjoying the feeling as we fucked and then, reaching out and grasping her tits again, I replied.
"For the last 4 months my only desire has been to get you into the sack, although subconsciously, I've wanted to fuck you for years. You and dad weren't exactly quiet in bed were you? Other than that, women, not girls, dressed in school uniform, sexy lingerie, a couple of women, or a mass free for all, things like that." I let my hands slide over my mother's sweat slicked body onto her bottom. I gripped the cheeks tightly, almost lifting her up and down on me. I let one hand wander between her cheeks, caressing the tight skin above her anus, before slowly sliding my index finger over her arsehole, tickling the skin.
"God yes," Ruth hissed in my ear, "Stick your finger up my arse!" I pushed, feeling the ring of her anus contracting to let my finger in. I could feel my prick through the membrane, and I pushed further, up to the knuckle, then began thrusting it in and out in time with my prick. Ruth came, trapping my finger in her. I could feel her cunt muscles working on my prick, but I was determined not to cum yet.
"Do you want me to fuck you up the arse?"
"Yes, yes, just do it, now quickly!" Ruth nearly leapt off me in her haste to change position. As I got on my knees behind her, I realised what an interesting 12 hours it had been. Not only had I seduced my own mother, I had got a blowjob, a couple of wild fucks with the promise of more to come, but now I was about to get my first anal fuck. Isn't life wonderful!
My dick was still wet with my mother's cunt juices, so I didn’t bother about lubrication. I looked down at her backside. Her cunt lips were red and swollen, and she was playing with her clitoris as she knelt before me. I pushed my dickhead against the brown ring of her arse and pushed. The head of my dick slipped in, and Ruth groaned in delight. It felt hotter and tighter than any cunt I had ever known. My mother began pushing back at me, and slowly, my whole length entered her. I grabbed hold of her hips and slowly began pumping in and out. The feeling of friction was amazing, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to last long. I increased my speed, my balls slamming against her pussy. Even with her head buried in the pillows, I could hear my mother's cries of ecstasy, in rhythm with my ever increasing pace.
"Yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me, cum in me, do it, do it DO IT!" She had three fingers buried up her cunt, frigging herself as I fucked her arse. I could feel the familiar sensation starting in my balls that meant I was near to cumming. I speeded up even more, the sounds of our flesh slapping together drowning out my mother's cries. My balls were wet from her cunt juices. I came, filling my mother's arse with my spunk. The release was so great I shouted out, and I collapsed onto my mother and her knees slipped out from under her as she shuddered through her own orgasm. Still embedded in her arse, I lay on top of her, kissing her neck and shoulders, tasting the salty tang of the sweat on her skin.
Suddenly I caught sight of a movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking round, I saw my girlfriend Emma stood in the doorway. She had returned from her self-imposed exile, which we had arranged so I would have a free 'crack' at my mother. Her skirt was bunched round her waist, and her long, white stocking clad legs were splayed apart. Her hand was stuffed down her panties and she had been wanking herself, whilst watching her boyfriend fuck his mother up the arse. I could see her nipples straining through the fabric of her dress, and her flushed expression told me that she too had orgasmed. As I watched, she pulled her fingers out of her cunt, and licked her sweet tasting juice off them. Then, blowing me a kiss, she quietly walked away.
Beneath me, my mother groaned. "Get off me, I can't breath!" I swiftly pulled my shrinking dick out of her, and rolled off. She grabbed hold of the back of my head, and kissed me, her tongue twisting round mine. "Bloody hell, I thought last night was good, but that was even better. I'm not surprised your Emma has always got a smile on her face. When is she coming back, I want her to be the second woman in your fantasy."
I considered calling out to Emma, and then spending the whole day in a huge fuck fest with both of them. But I had other plans. Both of them had now told me that they wanted to fuck each other, but they didn't know that the feeling was reciprocated. I could therefore watch them both flirt with each other, and see how long it would last before one of them snapped.
I staggered off to the bathroom for a shower. After, as I brushed my hair, I smiled to myself in the mirror. Yep, life is good! I wandered back down the corridor on my way to my own room. My mother had fallen asleep on the duvet. I could still see the spunk dripping out of her arse and down over her buttocks onto the bed. Under my towel, my cock twitched. Reaching my room, I opened the door to see Emma lying on my bed, ramming her dildo up herself. My cock sprung to life, and my towel hit the floor.
"Don't just stand there," Emma gasped, "Quick, fuck me now." I knelt between her legs and pulled the wet dildo out of her cunt. Grabbing her calves, I pulled her legs up over my shoulders and slid my cock over the lips of her pussy, and then slowly pushed it into her hot hole.
"Morning," I said with a grin, "miss me?"
"You and your incestuous cock" Emma replied, humping her hips under me. "I think you owe me at least four orgasms, so get fucking!"
I sat back on my haunches and, holding her thighs against my chest, began to fuck her. I let one hand slide up Emma's leg, and began to rub my thumb over her clitoris as I told her exactly what had happened between my mum and me. Retelling the sordid tale made us both over excited, but I managed to make Emma cum three times before I shot my spunk up her.
After I got my breath back, I explained that I was going to take her, and my mum, down to the beach for the day.
Two hours later saw us laying towels down on the pebbles of Brighton beach. Both women were dressed quite conservatively in shorts and shirts, and I waited in eager anticipation for the 'strip show' to begin as they revealed their swim wear. British television doesn't show anything really erotic, let alone real porn, but one of the satellite channels shows imported programmes from America of models stripping down to their underwear. I find this very sexy, and now I had my own version live in front of me! Emma went first, pulling her shirt up over her head to reveal first her washboard flat stomach, and then her tits, straining out of a small white bikini halter-top. Then, looking my mother in the eye, she lowered her shorts to reveal a matching white thong bikini bottom that was cut high on her hips, accentuating the length of her legs. The crotch was pulled tight, and I could see a few pubes escaping round the material. As if that wasn't enough, Emma then turned round and bent over from the waist to adjust her towel on the ground. The back of her swimsuit was just a thin piece of material that vanished between the cheeks of her arse. I heard mum gasp with pleasure. I was getting another hard on, and when Emma straightened up, her nipples were poking through the material of her top. She licked her lips suggestively, and sat down.
I could feel the sexual tension in the air as my mum began to unbutton her blouse. Her top must have been at least two sizes too small, as her tits spilled out all round the tiny scraps of material, hardly covering her nipples. She turned her back on us as she lowered her shorts. Her swimsuit bottoms reminded me of a pair of 'French Knickers', but cut high at the front and displaying the lower half of each perfectly rounded buttock. By now I was lying on my stomach to hide my hard cock as both my mother and my girlfriend flaunted themselves.
Like any beach in high summer, Brighton beach was full of attractive women in tiny swimsuits. It may not be Copacobana, or even Cancun, but the display of tanned flesh was turning me on. Suddenly Ruth sat up.
"This top is too tight, I'm gonna take it off." With that, she undid the clasp on her top and her breasts, the ones I had caressed and sucked only hours before, sprung free. "It feels nice to get a breeze on my boobs once in a while, don't you agree Emma?"
Emma's nipples were sticking out like thimbles as she stared at my mother's tits. "Oh I agree", she said as she pulled her own top off. "But be careful they don't get burnt in the sun."
"Good thinking," my mum replied. "I'll put some cream on them." With that, she picked up her bottle of sun cream and squirted some on her wonderful tits.
Dear God, I thought, that looks like someone has cum on her tits! Ruth giggled as she rubbed the cream in, looking at Emma as she did it. Without breaking her gaze, Emma picked up her own oil and began to massage oil into her own tits. These two women were flirting with each other in front of me. I was so turned on I had either to cum there and then, which would be both embarrassing, and could get me into serious trouble if anyone else saw, or get up and go for a swim. I chose the latter and, carrying a towel to hide my erection, staggered down the beach into the sea. The icy water quickly deflated my hard on and I swam for 5 minutes or so, then I glanced up the beach and my erection returned with a vengeance. Ruth was lying on her stomach on a towel whilst Emma knelt over her rubbing sun cream into her legs. As I watched, Emma's hands slid higher until she was massaging, no caressing, the tops of my mother's thighs. Up to my chest in the water, I began to rub my dick as I saw Emma slide her hands under the fabric of my mother's bikini and onto the cheeks of her arse. She spread her legs and raised her hips up to give my girlfriend better access to her pussy. (Later Emma told me that my mother was so wet, she slipped three fingers right into her cunt, and as soon as she stuck her oil covered thumb up her arse, she shuddered to an orgasm.) The sight of my mother writhing under my girlfriend's fingers was enough to make me cum into the water. By the time I walked back up the beach a few minutes later, having swam around, trying to get rid of the trail of sperm, the two women were lying side by side, laughing and joking as if nothing had happened.
I couldn't wait to get these two women home. It was going to be a long, but enjoyable night!
Nothing else happened during the rest of the afternoon on the beach, but the atmosphere was definitely erotic! Emma and I arranged to pick Ruth, up at eight to go out and party…although if all went according to plan, the party would be at Mum's house!
So, at 7:30 I opened the door to Ruth's house and let Emma and I in. I stashed the holdall behind the sofa as I called out. "Mum, we're here!"
"Bloody hell you're early!" Ruth shouted from her bedroom. "I'm only half dressed."
I glanced at Emma and grinned. "Can you come down for a minute, Em and I have something for you!" My horny girlfriend and I sat on the sofa and waited.
Just a few seconds later my Mother entered the room, and I knew my timing was perfect. She was wearing a knee length silk dressing gown I had bought her a couple of years before. I could see she already had her stockings on, as well as her heels, and underwear.
"I just need to put my dress on and we can go. Do you want a drink whilst I get ready?" "Actually Mum," I replied. "We didn't come here tonight to take you out. We came here to fuck you. Emma knows all about last night, and I saw you both on the beach this afternoon. So, undo that dressing gown now!"
My Mother looked shocked for a moment. Then Emma leaned back into the settee and opened her long legs, allowing her skirt to ride up. I knew that Mum would be able to see her stocking tops, and her gasp of surprise told me she could also see her pantyless, freshly shaved pussy.
"Mum, open it now. We want to see your body."
With a small giggle, my Mother grasped the ties on her gown and undid them, before pulling her gown open in the classic 'flasher' pose. Mum was wearing a full set of white underwear. The bra was only half cup, and I could almost see her nipples poking over the top. Her suspender belt was tight round her slim waist, and the black seamed stockings were pulled high up her long legs, almost to her crotch. Her small white lacy panties were low on her hips, and cupped her pussy mound tightly. She took a step towards us.
"No, stop there. We want to look at you…first. Are you getting turned on?" I asked. I already knew the answer, as she was breathing quickly, and her nipples, the same ones I had sucked only this morning, were hard under the lacy bra. She nodded.
"No, show us. I want to see your nipples!" Emma's voice was just above a whisper. One of her hands was scrabbling for my hard dick in my jeans, whilst her other hand was pinching at her own equally hard nipples through her blouse. My Mother licked her lips, and cupped one of her breasts out of her bra. She rubbed her nipple between finger and thumb and said, "Emma, do you want to suck on these for me? Or do you want to watch my son do it first?" It was only the fact that my girlfriend had a firm grip on my prick that stopped me jumping on my Mum there and then. "Soon mum, we will both suck on them at the same time…soon. Now, turn round, and lift that dressing gown up round your waist, we want to see your arse."
She turned on her high heels and slowly raised the hem of her dressing gown. While Mum's back was turned, Emma and I quickly ripped our clothes off and we began to slowly wank each other off.
Even though I has kissed, caressed, and fucked my Mothers arse that morning, I almost came as, with the gown rucked up round her waist, she bent over and wiggled her panty clad behind at us both. "Pull your panties up into the crack of your arse. We want to se your cheeks." I instructed her.
She quickly obeyed, turning her panties into a thong. Mum run her fingers lovingly over her behind before hooking a finger into the lacy material and pulling it aside, showing us her arsehole and open pussy. "Can you see my arse and cunt? Promise me you will fill both of my holes with your fingers and tongues…and your beautiful prick Simon. Promise?"
Without taking her eyes off of the erotic site in front of us, and also without taking her hand off my rock hard cock, Emma managed to reach out and grab the bag I had brought. She opened it up and took out a strap on dildo that, she said, she had 'borrowed from a friend'. "Ruth, see this? I'm gonna put it on in a minute and fuck you so hard…" Mum swayed slightly as an orgasm rocked her body. "God yes, I want you to double fuck me senseless NOW!!"
Somehow, I found my voice. "In a minute, now stand up and drop the gown on the floor, and take off your bra as well." The silk dressing gown slid to the floor and her lacy bra followed.
Imagine the scene. There I am, naked, sat on a settee in my Mothers lounge, next to my girlfriend, who is only wearing a pair of white hold ups. I'm slowly wanking myself off, whilst Emma is rubbing the head of a rubber dildo up and down her engorged pussy lips. All the time our eyes are fixed on my Mother, who is now naked from the waist up, and only wearing lacy panties, a matching suspender belt and seamed stockings, and high heels. She cups her breasts, pulling and twisting on her nipples as she moans her way to another small orgasm.
As Emma throws one of her legs over mine and starts to slide the dildo into herself, I tell my Mum to pull her panties to one side. "Show us your wet pussy," I instruct. She pulls the scrap of lace to one side and rubs her fingers over her exposed mound before slowly lowering her fingers into her crotch. "Remember last night you finger fucked me till I came?" Ruth asks me. "And today Ruth, your fingers up my cunt and arse made me come again? Well now I'm gonna frig myself off for you two to watch!" Leaning against the wall for support, my Mother thrust two fingers up herself and began to rub her thumb over her clit. A single bead of sweat ran down her cheek and dripped onto her breast and her eyes began to glaze over as she masturbated for us. I had to stop tossing myself off, as I knew it wouldn't be long before I came, and I certainly wasn't going to waste it!
Emma however, was too wrapped up in the scene to stop. Splayed across the sofa, she was ramming the dildo up herself whilst staring at my mother. I could hear her muttering to herself as well. Leaning closer, and running my hand up her stocking clad leg, I could hear her repeating the same phrase like a mantra. "Cum with me, cum with me, cum with me…" With a surge of sexual excitement, I realised both my mother and girlfriend were trying to cum at the same time. Her shaved cunt made her clit easy to find, and when I rubbed a finger over it, she started to cum, loudly!
"God yes, that’s it, God, I'm cumming, don't stop, oh please don’t stop…." I continued lightly rubbing her clit as she thrust the dildo into herself one final time before she raised her hips off the settee and shuddered to a noisy climax. I leant over and kissed her, tasting the sweat on her lips as our tongues met.
My mother's heavy breathing had turned into loud panting as she neared her second orgasm of the evening. "Cumming…cumming…ooohhh!" She dropped to her knees as she came, gasping for breath, two fingers still buried in her cunt. Without taking her eyes off the dildo still deep in Emma's pussy, Mum crawled on her knees over to the sofa and snuggled in between my girlfriends still wide open legs. "Your poor pussy looks so hot. Can I cool it down a bit by kissing it for you?" she asked. Emma was unable to reply, because I had climbed up onto the settee and had offered her my prick, and she was sucking on it with her usual abandon. She moaned though, as Mum slowly removed the dildo from her and replaced it with her tongue.
Emma was in heaven. I have seen her cum just from sucking on my (average size) dick, and here she was, getting face fucked by me whilst receiving a tongue lashing from my mother. Soon she was grabbing at her nipples, a sure sign she was close, but I was closer. Glancing down at her shaved pussy, I saw my Mother flicking her tongue over Emma's exposed clit. It was enough for me. Pulling out of my girlfriend's hot mouth, I came all over her tits and stomach. As usual, Emma started to rub my cum into her sweaty skin, but stopped as Ruth, rather reluctantly, replaced her cunt fucking tongue with her fingers and began kissing her way up over Emma's crotch, before licking my cum off her body. She glanced up at me and winked, "Mmm, tastes good. Here Emma, you try some." With that, she kissed my girlfriend hard, smearing her cum covered lips on to hers whilst continuing to finger fuck her hard.
The sight of the two women in my life French kissing got me instantly hard again, and I jumped off the sofa and got down on my knees behind my Mum. She was still wearing the white lace panties like a thong, so I pulled the material to one side, and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her sopping wet pussy lips. She broke off her kiss long enough to moan, "God yes, fuck mummy with your big cock now!" I grabbed hold of her hips, just above her stocking tops, and drove my prick into her. As we fucked, she took her fingers out of my girlfriend's receptive cunt and started pulling on her nipples instead. Although I am no expert, this was a 'great fuck'! My mother was pushing herself back at me as we fucked, and she began to shout at me as another orgasm rocked her body. "Yes, fuck your mother's pussy, you know you want to! Stick your cock into me and make me cum and cum and cum! Fuck me hard, hard! Shoot your spunk up your mother's cunt. I want your girlfriend to lick it all out afterwards! Oh God, I'm cumming again!" Her contracting pussy muscles, and the totally erotic sight in front of me was enough to make me cum again as well. Sticking my thumb up her arse, I shot my load deep into Mum's cunt. Her shouts of joy were drowned out as my girlfriend stuck her nipple into her mouth.
As I deflated, my prick popped out, and a trickle of my cum dribbled down my mothers leg. I scooped it up with two fingers, and offered it up to her. Greedily, she sucked my fingers into her mouth, her lipstick smeared and kissed off by my girlfriend. "Ha, it still tastes good!" she replied, before running her tongue round both Emma's still erect nipples. "Right, I need a drink, and then I want to get fucked by that strap on!"
Mum opened a bottle of champagne, and we all drank thirstily. It seemed a touch surreal, sitting in my mother's lounge, naked, drinking bubbly with my girlfriend and my mother, both also naked apart from stockings. I could see dry cum stains on boobs and thighs, and the room smelt of sex. Then, she lay back on the carpet, and stretched like a cat. I felt my cock stirring again. Then she gently poured half a glass of the champagne over herself, and invited us to lick it off. Quickly, I knelt on one side of my mother, and began to lick the wine off her body, paying particular attention to her full breasts and hardening nipples. Emma, who had paused to strap herself into the wicked looking dildo, joined me. Soon, the attention of two mouths and four hands on her body started to have its effect on mum, who began to moan and writhe around on the carpet. Then Emma, who had three fingers in mum's pussy, lay back on the carpet as well. The large strap on dick pointed straight up. "You said you wanted some of this, so come and get it" she whispered to Ruth, who licked her lips and straddled her new lover. "When I fucked your boyfriend last night, this is how we did it," she said. "I grabbed his hard dick like this, rubbed it over my pussy lips like this, and then lowered myself down on him, feeling his hard cock filling me up, just like this!" She grunted as the large plastic dick filled her up, and then she began to ride up and down on it, as Emma began raising her hips to help.
She reached up and began pulling on Ruth's nipples, tugging harder as she spoke to her. "Did you like it when your son fucked you? Did you like his hands on your naked flesh, did you like cumming on his cock, the feeling of his hot spunk filling you up, knowing it was your son fucking you so hard? Did you? Tell me!"
I've watched a lot of lesbian action in porno films, but it was nothing like this! Mum was sweating like a long distance runner, and working her hips to get as much leverage as possible as she rode up and down on Emma. "Did I want him? Did I want his hard cock in me? Did I want to feel his cum dripping off my chin and onto my tits? Oh God yes! Knowing he is my own son makes it even better…and nastier as well!" She looked at me through lust filled eyes. "Come here son of mine, I want to suck your beautiful cock before you fuck me up the arse."
Never one to disobey a parent, I offered my throbbing dick up to my mothers lips. She sucked it into her mouth, running her tongue along the length. I felt Emma licking my balls at the same time as I straddled her head. I grabbed a handful of my mother's hair and began to face fuck her, forcing my dick down her throat. Emma quickly took up the same rhythm as me, plunging the dildo into her as I pulled out, and vice versa.
As Ruth shook her way through yet another orgasm, I pulled out of hr mouth and moved round to kneel between Emma's splayed legs. It was an amazing sight, watching the plastic prick slide in and out of my mother, and I could see it was coated with her juices. Emma slowed down, and my mother wriggled her backside at me invitingly. Although my cock was wet with her saliva, she was already stretched by the dildo, and it was a bit of a struggle sliding my cock into her arse. She whimpered in pain, "Oh that hurts…but it feels so good as well!" Throwing caution to the wind, I pulled her arse cheeks apart, and slammed myself deep into her. Her whole body stiffened as if an electric current had passed through her, and then she half laughed, half moaned "Boy, I needed that. Now c'mon you two motherfuckers, lets go!"
Grabbing her hips, I began a slow thrusting motion, burying my cock deep in her arse and then withdrawing until just the head remained in her. Underneath us, Emma did the same, and soon we were both sawing in and out of my mother, who seemed to be in the middle of one continuous orgasm. It was very strange feeling the contours of the plastic penis through the thin walls of my mum's insides, and it just added to the erotic sensations pulsing through me.
The campaign to bed my Mother had succeeded. The very fact that I was ball deep up her arse whilst my girlfriend was fucking her receptive cunt with a strap on whilst they French kissed beneath me meant that it was likely to be a permanent affair, rather than an embarrassing one off. I felt the tingling sensation in my balls that meant I was near to cumming. I began to thrust faster and faster, and Emma picked up the pace too. Mother had just about lost it. She was drenched in sweat, her nails dug into the carpet, and her head was buried in Emma's neck.
"Here I cum mother. I'm gonna fill your arse up with my hot cum!" I grunted as I shot another load deep into her bowels. She arched her back, and screamed with joy, before collapsing, sobbing, onto the naked body of my partner. I fell back against the settee, gasping for breath, and watched as Emma gently pulled the dildo out of my mother. My cum dribbled out of her arse and dripped over her red cunt. Exhausted, Ruth rolled off Emma and lay on her back on the floor, tenderly rubbing cum into her sore pussy lips. She looked at me and smiled, "when your father was alive, we used to swing with another couple. If they are free this weekend, do you and Emma fancy joining us for a real gangbang…?" | literotica |
Title: Hot Wives Investment Club Ch. 01
Tags: hot wife, big cock, mystery, police drama, crime drama, blowjob, pussy eating, interracial, adultery
*The chronological order of my stories is as follows:
Todd & Melina series, Interludes 1-5, Sperm Wars series, Russian Roulette series, Case of the Murdered Lovers series, Case of the Murdered Chessplayer series, The Swap series, Interludes 6-10, The Murdered Football Player Series, Case of the Black Widow series, Teresa's Christmas Story, The Case of the Black Badge series, A Case of Revenge series, Trilogy Series, Dark Side Of The Force series, Caught In The Act series, Case of the Murdered Bride series, The Credit Card Caper series.
The Hot Wives Investment Club, Ch. 1.
Feedback and* constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, extreme language, and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial or racist language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.*
**Part 1 - Prologue**
*"Hap-ppy Birth-day... tooooo... yooooo...*
As the singing died down, I leaned over and blew out the 31 candles on my cake. It was October 26th, and it was my birthday. The cake was a large, rectangular red velvet cake with that delicious white cream-cheese frosting, one of my very favorites. On top, written in red, were the words "Happy Birthday Iron Crowbar!" and a long red crowbar in red frosting beneath the words.
We were in the back room of The Steakhouse. The party was being hosted by John "Jack" Colby, and was not that large. I'd been given a birthday cake at Headquarters, and all the Detectives and many Patrol Officers streamed through, consuming the six(!) large birthday cakes that had been brought in.
So tonight it was just me, Laura, our babies Carole and Jim, my mom Phyllis, Cindy Ross and Jenna Stiles, Tanya Perlman and Baby Pete and Barry Oliver (they're sure spending a lot of time together, I thought to myself), Martin Nash and Sandra Speer, Jack Muscone, Paulina Patterson and her husband, Melina and Daniel Allgood, Chief Griswold and his wife, and Molly Evans, who was now looking very heavily pregnant, as she indeed was.
Teresa Croyle had been invited but had sent regrets, saying she had a previously scheduled mission that she couldn't get out of. Todd and Jeanine Burke had also sent regrets. I wondered if they weren't coming because Melina and Daniel were here.
Daniel was somewhat breaking the protocol of not associating with Police while running for Sheriff. I had told them to get their asses to the party: if anyone objected, just tell them Melina came to her sister's husband's birthday party and that was that, so be it. Melina looked very happy, and I was happy to see that.
Molly had been put on 'restricted duty' with the Midtown Police Force, so she was going to stay up here, and at The Cabin, and deliver my baby at University Hospital. Jack Muscone had broken up with his girlfriend, and so I suggested he spend time talking to my mom. I might have mentioned to him that my mom was a Cougar, and a lot of college guys seemed to hang around her. He got the hint, and was sitting next to her and talking to her all through the party.
Some humor came when Chief Griswold was holding Carole. She became inquisitive of that strange feature upon his face, his large handlebar mustaches. The Chief was very patient with her, and as she felt them she emitted a piercing laughter. The Chief could be a very good grandfatherly type when he wanted to be, I noted. Meanwhile, Carole was thoroughly entertained in discovering and exploring strange new things...
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"Here, take this." my wife said, handing me a 'gray viagra' pill, then added "Why don't you put Carole to bed, and I'll get changed." I knew what that meant: she was finally medically cleared to have sex, and she was going to put on something hot and sexy for me. In addition, she had not let me into our marital bedroom all day, so I knew she had a big surprise for me.
Once Carole was in her crib and sleeping, I headed back to the bedroom. A lovely sight awaited me. Laura was wearing a filmy silver-white see-thru teddy, and my God! did she look hot in it. She was also wearing very high heel silver slides with a clear strap over the toes and a nearly invisible clear strap around the back of her heels to keep them in place. I felt myself growing throbbing hard.
"Now let me show you your birthday present." Laura said as I came into the bedroom and closed the door. The bed's headboard was against the wall to my right. On the wall to the left, facing the bed, was a huge flat TV screen mounted to the wall. Playing on the screen were images of people fucking; my wife had put what looked like a porn tape on the DVD.
"Think that'll help us in our fucking?" Laura asked seductively, whispering into my ear.
"Yeah..." I said, "though the way you look tonight is all I need to get fired up." I took my wife into my arms and kissed her mouth deeply. "Thanks, baby."
"Does the actress in this next scene look familiar?" Laura asked. I looked at the TV. It was my wife, and she and the college stud Nick Eastwood were making out, hotly kissing in her little bedroom near her office. I felt my wife's hands undoing my shirt buttons and undressing me as I watched. My cock throbbed at the sight of a handsome young stud making out with my wife. It made me want to do the same with her, and my tongue twined with my wife's as we deeply kissed again, my cock throbbing, my whole body on fire.
"Mmmm, now I want to eat some pussy." I said, once I was stripped naked, my thick cock standing straight out, taut and iron hard, due to Laura's soft hand gently jacking the shaft. My wife allowed me to walk her backwards to the edge of the bed. Once she fell upon it, she arranged herself with her head on the pillows and her long, luscious legs spread wantonly.
Her pubic bush was growing back, but she was keeping it very trimmed and above her labes. Still, the contrast of the dark patch of hair, her white skin, and the brown and pink pussy below was just more stimulation adding to my heated arousal.
I slid down onto the bed and eased myself between my wife's spread legs. Normally I'd start at her elegant feet and kiss and lick my way up her magnificent legs, but tonight we were both too horny and aroused. I did kiss Laura's inner thighs, working my way towards her sopping wet slit, her cuntlips engorged and begging for my oral attention.
I pushed Laura's legs up and back until her knees were next to her big, milk-filled breasts and her feet in her high heels pointing straight up into the air. Then, famished with sexual hunger, I dove in.
"Ohhhhhh!" my wife moaned as I made first contact with her slit. I licked from the bottom of her pussy near her 'taint' and up to her clit in one long, luxurious lick. It had been weeks since I'd tasted this wonderful pussy, and it was heaven for me as well as for her. I immediately began eating her more deeply, sucking her cuntlips until they were distended and wide open, letting my tongue harshly lash her clit to make her groan, then sliding my tongue as deep into her cunthole as I could get it, orally exploring her cunt-cave, knowing how good it was going to feel to sink my cock balls-deep into her depths.
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"Okay honey, it's time. Fuck me, fuck me with that big hard cock of yours!" my wife gasped. Laura had come hard twice, her juices gushing into my mouth as I greedily lapped them up.
I mounted her, trapping her legs beneath my arms as her hand reached down to guide me into her. I had generously lubed her cunt and my cock as my tongue strummed her clit, using my fingers to get the slippery lube deep into her pussy. We knew the lube was needed for the long, hard fuck we were anticipating.
"Oh, yes! Oh *God* yes!" Laura gasped out as I thrust into her, sinking almost all of my meat into her pussy with one hard stroke. I pulled back until I was nearly outside of her, then shoved my iron hard rod back into her until our pelvises smacked together.
"Oh God, darling, it's so wonderful having you back inside me!" Laura gasped, joy and pleasure in her ragged voice. "Fuck me with that beautiful cock!" I suited my deed to her words as I began pumping into her with a smooth, steady rhythm. I didn't want to fuck her too roughly, but it was hard holding back. I wanted to be inside this woman, I wanted to pump my cock in and out of her forever!
"Oh geez, Laura, it's so good to be back inside you!" I moaned. "Oh God, I love you so much!" I bent over and kissed her mouth, not a deep kiss but a gentle french-kiss with our tongues battling right at our touching lips.
"Mmmmm, I love you so much, too!" Laura replied, her voice barely a whisper. "How does it feel inside me? Looser?"
"It feels great." I said. "Not really looser, but I feel like I'm going deeper than I ever have before."
"Keep fucking me, darling, keep sinking that big hard thing balls-deep!" Laura said. With her legs trapped under my arms, she couldn't really respond to my thrusts, but I felt her clutching her cuntwalls at me as I would pull out, as if trying to keep me inside. The added pleasure, as well as the sight, smells and sounds of mating with my beautiful wife, had me reaching the crest far faster than I wanted.
"You might as well pull out and come in my mouth." Laura said. "Your sperm won't do any good down there, anymore." I could sense that my wife still felt some pangs at not being able to have more of my children, but I wasn't worrying about that at the moment.
"Whose birthday is it, baby?" I grunted. "It's mind, and I'm going to come inside your hot cunt. Do you know how good it feels for me to shoot my load deep inside you, baby? It's the best feeling in the world, and I'm going to feel it right now..." I began pumping harder and faster. Then I lowered myself until my full weight was on Laura's chest and abs, and slid my hands down to clutch her luscious asscheeks, pulling her hard into me. "Oh yeah, here it comes... oh yeah, oh God, OH GOD DAMN!! UHHH!!"
Blast after blast of hot semen shot out of my cock and deep into my wife's eagerly receptive pussy. Swirls of gray and red-hot mists blinded me as I let my mind go fully into the ecstasy of my release into the incredible woman beneath me. When it finally was over, I was gasping for breath as I nuzzled Laura's neck. I released her legs, still lying fully on her, and we kissed deeply and lovingly for long minutes...
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I was lying on my back, Laura kneeling by my right side, her mouth deeply sucking my cock. The 'gray viagra' had been productive, and I'd gotten hard and ready again very quickly. I was idly watching the sex scenes playing out on the large TV screen. Laura had strung together a long sequence of various recordings, including some of her and myself making love.
"I think you'll be interested in the one coming up." Laura said. As her mouth descended upon my shaft again, I looked up at the screen. To my surprise, it was a tape of Trish Donolan and other Hedonists being fucked hard and deep by two young studs, including Trish's friend Catherine 'Cat' Clausen. The one fucking Cat was unknown to me, but I recognized the boy fucking Trish as my nephew Todd's buddy Teddy Franklin. The action on the screen was hot, and watching it as my beautiful wife deeply sucked my throbbing cock was very intense...
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It was some time later. Laura was riding me, enjoying undulating her luscious body as she ground her cunt against my cock that was impaling her to the hilt. I was not responding hard, letting my wife do the work, knowing that she really enjoyed doing this and had come twice already. I did suck her big breasts as they hung over my face, swallowing the milk that flowed from her nipples.
Only the eerie light of the TV screen bathed the room in a bluish glow, as the lamps had been turned off. Laura's body was blocking my view of the screen, but I'd rather watch her anyway. Then I felt a strange sensation wash over me, something between sleepy dreaming and unearthly clarity of vision. I was seeing and feeling Dr. Gloria Searles, the gorgeous black-haired woman with the fantastic legs, riding me, fucking me. I let myself revel in the dream, wanting to feel myself inside Gloria, wanting to fuck her, mate with her, wondering if I could induce the cold bitch in her to melt and take me inside her in sinfully adulterous passion. I was sure going to try to seduce her, I thought dreamily...
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"Guys, what *are* you doing?" Cindy asked as Molly and Jenna walked around The Cabin.
Molly was staying in The Cabin as she awaited the impending birth of my baby in two to three weeks. Cindy and Jenna had come over after the birthday party to shoot the bull and have a few drinks. Much girl-talk ensued.
"I heard that Old Man Bonniker built secret passages into this house." Jenna said. "It was rumored he had a secret wine cellar, too, which was a safe room he could hide inside of."
"Oooooh, let's go look for it." Molly had said. That had prompted Cindy's question as she watched her lover and her sister knocking on wall panels.
"Guys, this is Don's house!" Cindy said.
"Yes, it is." Molly said. "And I want to know what secrets he's hiding from us, don't you? Like where all the other crowbars are kept."
"C'mon, you're intruding on his privacy." Cindy said, feeling uncomfortable.
"Well, come help us, then." Jenna said. "Hmmm, if there were a secret cellar, I think Mr. Bonniker would've had it dug into the mountain itself. Let's look in the front bedroom and the TV room." Jenna explored the small downstairs bedroom, which was actually more my study, while Molly tapped on the walls of the TV room that adjoined the greatroom with its huge wall of windows.
They explored the upstairs, unerringly finding the closet behind the wall in the master bedroom. They looked around downstairs again, going through the nearly-empty closets.
But they did not find the secret panel that led to the cave dug into the mountain, the front part which was a wine cellar, and behind another secret panel was my little room where my electronic eavesdropping devices fed into and my ultra-secure computers were. However, if they'd found the rooms, they'd have found nothing... I'd removed all the equipment from the secret room a couple of months before. The stuff was in storage behind a secret wall panel in my mother's basement apartment, waiting for me to find a new location to set the stuff up. And I had no way of knowing how fortunate my actions would be...
After giving up their search, Molly headed off to bed, dreaming of being deeply fucked by my cock, feeding off the energy I was sending into the Universe as I fucked Laura. Cindy and Jenna fell asleep on the sofas downstairs...
\-
"So how was your work today?" Tanya asked as she put her sleeping baby son in his crib.
"Pretty good." said Barry Oliver, who was climbing into bed after undressing, admiring Tanya's hot body in the nightgown as she turned and stepped over to the bed. "We're getting the process CNC machines in place, and Todd has secured more financing for us. I don't know how he does it, but he charms them all and they can't wait to throw money at him."
"That's good." Tanya said, slipping into bed and snuggling up with Barry. "How are the new hires doing?"
"That's been pretty hard." Barry said. "We've found three that once worked under what I call suspicious circumstances... a couple that were once at DynaCorp, Seth caught them rather quickly, and we suspect they'd be moles. But then I caught another couple that had been in places like Langley, Virginia, and at a couple of Universities where 'certain' projects were going on."
"It's good you're catching on to them. Don has been worried about that." said Tanya. "He's trying to put the pieces together of what he thinks is an industrial espionage ring operating here in the County, as well as other places. The FBI asked him to work with them on it."
"Yeah, he's right that there are people out there who love to steal industrial secrets..." said Barry, "... and some of them are working on behalf of that same Federal Government. They're really trying to penetrate us.
"Speaking of 'penetrating'," Tanya said sexily, letting her hands and lips explore Barry's young body, "let's put the company aside and concentrate on you penetrating me."
"Sounds like a good plan." Barry said as he rolled on top of the sexy policewoman. His penis, throbbing hard and just under seven inches in length, easily found Tanya's sopping wet slit, and he indeed penetrated her- balls deep, burying his meat to the hilt in her womanly heat. He began a smooth, steady rhythm of fucking, and Tanya began moaning as pleasure coursed through her body. Barry's scientific precision and skill translated well to the bedroom, and he fucked her with skillful pistoning action, his ass bouncing up and down as he thrust deep into her again and again...
**Part 2 - Undercover(s) Operations**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!" yelled the lovely redhead reporter from outside the Hyatt Hotel north of Town. It was 7:00am, Oct. 30th. "Channel Two News is following the big Board meeting of BigPharmaCorp today! CEO and Chairman of the Board, multi-millionaire Donovan Donolan, is expected to make remarks on BigPharmaCorp's earnings today, which are expected to show tremendous, record profits for wealthy shareholders. There is plenty of security for the Board and Shareholders here at the Hyatt Hotel, as the possibility of protests from environmentalist groups, as well as Occupy groups protesting the widening gap between the haves and have-nots, is always an issue."
"In other news," continued Bettina, "while the BigPharmaCorp Board elections are expected to be easy and not challenging, the same cannot be said of the political elections in the State and in our own Town and County. In the Coroner's race, Dr. John Quincy Kelly has taken a lead over incumbent Coroner Steven Lester Haines, after Coroner Haines was formally reprimanded by the Town & County Council for releasing a photo of the murdered Diane Lang before Police had notified her next-of-kin of her death.
"But all eyes are on the extremely important State Senate race, between Democrat Katherine Woodburn, former owner of KXTC, and TEA Party Extremist Republican John Cummings. The race is a dead heat, and State and Federal dollars are pouring into the County in campaign advertising. SBI Director Jack Lewis has told Channel Two News that this race may be the most important in State history in determining the future of the SBI and the safety of the Citizens of the State. This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Channel Two News!"
I'm not sure what was more interesting... Bettina and her microphone, or watching the beautiful Detective (J.G.) Joanne Cummings sputter with anger at the negative aspirations assigned to her cousin John Cummings by the deeply biased Press.
Have I mentioned that I am not alone in my hatred of the Press?
\-
"Can I talk to you in your office?" Lieutenant Teresa Croyle said to me as KXTC was showing a taped Sports report by Chuck Pringle.
"Sure." I said, looking towards Cindy as I said with emphasis: "Let's go now. I don't need Chuck Pringle to tell me what my Wildcats are going to do to the Bulldogs on the football field this weekend." Cindy looked daggers at me as Teresa and I headed out the door towards my office.
"Better set up a lunch date with your wife." said Lt. Teresa 'Cunt' Croyle once we were in my office and seating ourselves. "The photos from our undercover surveillance are in File 10-30-C."
In the early morning hours of this same day, Oct. 30th, Vice Detective John 'Grubby' Paul had made contact with two black men, and they'd gone to a house on the border between the Industrial/Warehouse and the Southwest Ghetto districts of Town. Grubby had worn a tiny camera that looked like one of his shirt buttons, and Teresa, wearing all black, had snuck onto the property with a high-powered camera, taking pictures. They were hoping to see a drug exchange and could get photos. Obviously with Teresa trespassing, we could not use these particular photos for full evidence, but we hoped to get probable cause for a larger sting operation.
"Instead, it was a sex party." Teresa said, as I brought up the file on my desk computer. "But the women are interesting... for criminal observation purposes that is."
I opened the file, which was password-protected. The photos were taken from both inside and outside. Some showed a large, muscular, athletic black man in his late 20s or early 30s, having sexual intercourse with Trish Donolan, wife of BigPharmaCorp CEO Donovan Donolan. Trish and her husband were swingers with the Hedonists, and also had formed their own smaller swinging group.
"If Law Enforcement doesn't work out for you, Teresa," I said, "you have a career in porn photography." The pictures Teresa taken were extremely clear and graphic, showing the huge black snake penetrating Trish's white snatch.
"No doubt." Teresa said with a straight face as I continued to peruse the pictures. The second woman was Gloria Cagle, the white girlfriend of a black man named 'T-Mac', who was the lieutenant of the rapper 'T-Square'. T-Square controlled most of the black crime in the southern part of Town. I could see in several pics that Grubby Paul was sitting in a chair getting his seven inch root wet, as Gloria was riding his cock hard. Grubby was a lucky man, I thought, as some of the photos showed him sucking Gloria's magnificent breasts. I truly had rarely seen better breasts than Gloria's: all natural, big teardrop shape, large brown nipples that begged to be sucked...
"Poor Grubby." I said. "Undercover work is so tough on him."
"It will be if he gets caught up." Teresa said. "Which I *am* concerned about."
The third woman was older, with a head full of curly, almost frazzled, black hair with some gray mixed in. She looked to be in her 50s, but was very attractive, and her body was in shape and very hot. She was wearing sheer black stockings and a garter belt, and what appeared to be high heel suede black pumps. Her legs were long and shapely, and as she lay on the second bed in the bedroom, getting pumped by powerful black man, who was younger and slimmer than the first, those long shapely legs looked really good pulled back and spread wide to accommodate her stud's powerful fucking.
The pictures were explicit, and hot. The black men were fucking the white mature beauties with their extremely large cocks. My sex-professor wife had told me that the myth of black penis size was just that, a myth... but just as there were some white men blessed with huge penises, like my nephew Todd, there were likewise black men who were exceptionally well-hung. These two men were hung, and they were fucking the hell out of these lovely white women with their big black snakes. Teresa had been right: the photos were arousing me, but it was not my wife I was thinking about; I was lusting for some sweet ebony pussy.
"Okay, Teresa," I said, putting my lewd thoughts aside as I tried to control the hardening of my cock in my pants, "I agree with you about Grubby Paul... he was 'made' by the local black gangsters. Why is he on this mission?"
"Because these are out-of-towners." Teresa said. "They came in from the City, and we don't think they know who Grubby is. Also, sir, Grubby wanted to do it. We wanted to find out if they were making contact with local drug pushers. Last but not least, Grubby thought that if anyone who knew who he was came in, they'd lose trust in those City guys, maybe not do business with them. And I had Davis and Kirkpatrick close by, just in case Grubby got into any trouble, warrants be damned."
"We do need to be more careful about Grubby exposing himself like that." I said. "So who are these guys from the City?"
"The first guy, the one fucking Trish Donolan," said Teresa, "is known as 'Black Magic'. He was rumored to have been a semi-pro football player, but other than a tryout with an NFL team, from which he was cut, we can't find a record for that. He's got money, which has attracted Drug Enforcement at every level of law enforcement, but we've found nothing on him so far- until last night, possibly. The second guy, we're not sure about yet. I'm inquiring with Detective Ventura in the City to see if he is on their radar screens.
"Well, as I'm sure you know," I said, "Gloria Cagle is T-Mac's main squeeze, so she is either stepping out on him or she is the go-between contact."
"That was one of the two things I wanted to get your input on, Commander." Teresa said. "Is Cagle a contact, or is just part of a sex party? We're not sure we didn't stumble onto some decadent but relatively innocent fun. And then there's Trish Donolan... is she involved with the black drug trade, or is she just into black men sexually? Remember, she was one of the bitches that led Margo Bailey straight to the drug pushers, in that particular case your nephew Ned was involved with. So I really wonder what her presence is about."
"Trish is a swinger, that much we know." I said. "She may just get off on interracial sex. I've heard Janet Riordan is also addicted to black men. Must be something in the water." Teresa laughed, such as a laugh from 'Teresa Cunt' was.
"So, who's the other woman?" I asked. "The older one with the great pair of legs."
"You *would* notice that." Teresa said. "But that's the second thing I need to ask you about: her name is Susan Wexler. She's a Captain in the City Police Force's Drug Squad. Supposedly one of their very best, and has been for years. I'm afraid we might have stumbled onto her doing an undercover mission."
"She's undercover... or under covers, all right." I said. "No wonder she gets the results she does. So what's the issue?"
"If she's undercover, I don't want to 'out' her and expose her to the criminals." said Teresa. "But it also occurred to me that she might not be undercover, she might be dirty. If we contact her unit and they don't know about her mission, a mole might expose her -or- a snitch might tip her off. If we go to their I.A., we might be doing her an injustice, and again- a mole might tip her off, or tip the bad guys off. I can tell you that when I was working with Midtown I.A., the guys there did not trust the City's I.A."
I was very proud of Teresa Croyle: she had really thought about the possibilities and made no assumptions either way. "That's excellent thinking, Lieutenant Croyle. Excellent." I complimented her. "So the question is how to discreetly determine if she's on a mission; and if not, if she's dirty or just having some good sexual fun."
"Yes, sir." Teresa said, her eyes showing no emotion at all; no gleam of amusement nor sexual interest, nor hardly any professional police interest. In some ways, that was good. But we still had not gotten her completely away from being 'Teresa Cunt'.
"Hmmmm," I said, thinking. "We can't use Robin Ventura or 'Sapper' Warren, or even let them know. They'd be in deep *kim-chi* if they were investigating a superior officer and she's not guilty of anything. And like you said, I'm not fully trusting of their I.A. Department, either. Tell you what, I'll think about it, and we'll resolve it soon.
I glanced at Teresa, seeing the obvious signs of fatigue. I said "Meanwhile, Lieutenant, you and Detective Paul are to go home and get some sleep. If I see you in this Headquarters before noon, I'll fire your asses... or better yet, I'll let Lieutenant Ross fire you." I was kidding about firing them, but not about them getting some sleep.
"Oh sir, not Lieutenant Ross, anything but *tha-at*!" Teresa said, pretending to beg, teasing me back for the 'Ross' reference. She'd definitely come a long way from the way she was night Margo Bailey had died. And of course she and Cindy would take bullets for each other...
\-
"You bitch."
Trish Donolan woke up out of a deep sleep. It was her husband, dressed fully in his $5000 suit for the Board meeting, standing next to the bed. In his hand was a manila envelope with photographs that had been inside.
"Huh, wha?" she asked sleepily.
"What the fuck are these?" Donovan said, his voice low and menacing.
As Trish fully woke up, Donovan threw the photos into his wife's face and upper chest. "Tell me what the fuck these are, bitch!" Trish sat up, looking accusingly at her husband, as she picked up the photos. A shock ran through her as she saw that they were of her being deeply fucked by that black stud 'Black Magic' the night before.
"I told you I was going to a party. What's the fucking problem?" Trish said.
"You didn't tell me you were going to be fucking *niggers* at that party." Donovan said. "I trusted you, and you betray me and our marriage by fucking a nigger? And you let him shoot his filthy nigger seed inside you?"
"What's your problem with that?" Trish said. "We've been swinging for years. And I've been taking black pipe for longer than I've known you! You know what they say: 'Once you go black, you never go back.'."
"God damn it, bitch!" Donovan said, furious anger on his face. "If I'd known you were a nigger-lover like this, I never would've married you. I'd have let you stay on the streets, you God-damned whore. And *this* is why we didn't make it into the Libertines... because you're a fucking slut for nigger cock! Going around and hanging out with those drug pushers-"
"Get the fuck over it, asshole!" Trish yelled back, whipped to anger herself. "You needed me and my daddy's money, or you'd be mopping the floors at BigPharmaCorp instead of running the place! And if you don't like it that I fuck big black cocks and like them better than your little tool, then tough shit! *You* were the Libertines' problem, not me! And I'll hang around who I damn well please!"
"Like Margo Bailey?" Donovan shot back. "Yeah, you had her hang around, and look what happened to her. You and that Cat Clausen bitch took her to visit your nigger lovers, and she ended up dead. You better watch out the same thing doesn't happen to you!"
"I'll take my chances." Trish said. "And those black studs sure fuck me better than you do, you puny little shit eater!"
"Why you-" Donolan said, then caught himself. He exhaled. "I... I don't have time to deal with this now, not today of all days. I'll deal with your cheating, nigger-loving ass when I get back home."
"Yeah, right." said Trish, menace in her voice. "Go play like you're a big-shot, which we both know you aren't. Be the coward you are and run away."
His face red and his vision near blinded with furious anger, Donolan stopped himself from doing what he ached to do. Instead, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Having heard the shouting within the house, neighbors were watching as the wealthy industrialist got into his expensive Mercedes car, slammed the door shut with the tight finality of sealed metal, and scratched off, the loud noise getting the attention of anyone who wasn't already watching...
**Part 3 - The Hot Wives Investment Club**
(*Author's disclaimer: the following is fictional and does not represent nor should be construed as stock market trading or investing advice. Investing in the stock market carries risk, and investors should not trade based upon the fictionalized information below. The author assumes no responsibility for the trading success or failure of others.*)
"The meeting will come to order." intoned Myrtle L. James at precisely 7:30pm on October 30th. The meeting of the County Ladies Investment Club was being held in the so-called 'boardroom' meeting room of the River Valley Country Club, the same room that Anthony Warner had convened some of the DynaCorp Board on the night he was murdered in the parking lot. All of the sixteen women in attendance at the meeting had their cars parked in the covered parking lot, denoting their wealth and status.
It was obvious from looking at most of the beautiful trophy wives why it was nicknamed the 'Hot Wives Investment Club'. Their ages ranged from the 30s to the 70s (maybe more, no one was sure how old Myrtle L. James was), and the majority of them were married to some of the County's wealthiest men. A few were independently wealthy.
After the attendance report and last meeting minutes were read by the secretary, Dr. Carolyn Muncey, and the financial report was read by the Treasurer, Ms. Barbara Langram, University Trustee Myrtle L. James led the meeting through the Club's existing stock equity holdings. Covered calls were to be sold upon their Microsoft (MSFT), Union Pacific (UNP), and Chevron (CVX) holdings. Stop loss prices were determined for several other stocks that the Club membership feared might drop. Then came the call to discuss what new equities to purchase, as there was cash for only one major acquisition at the time.
And that's when the fight began.
After several members made suggestions for other stocks, it became apparent that there were only two stocks in real consideration: Apple (AAPL) and Netflix (NFLX). The members were evenly divided between the two. Over the next hour, the discussion became a little bit heated and was on the verge of getting ugly.
"Why don't we buy some of both." suggested Helena French, a lovely woman in her early 40s, who was also a member of the Libertines Swing Club with her husband.
"Oh no, there is no way we should buy AAPL." said Trish Donolan, leading the fight for the NFLX side. The debate went on for several minutes, and appeared to be a standoff.
At precisely 8:30, Myrtle L. James suggested that the group take a break and have some of the dessert that was available on the side table. The women talked in small groups, some going out the side door where the kitchenette and restrooms were, some in back of the main meeting room, some at the speaker's table talking to Myrtle L. James.
At precisely 8:45, the meeting was called back into order. But not everyone was back.
"Where's Trish?" asked Joan Knightley, a magnificent hot blonde in her 30s who was married to the very wealthy CEO of Crown Chemicals, and was also Dr. Bonnie Karpathian's assistant in the University Psychology Department.
"I don't know." said Catherine 'Cat' Clausen, who was Trish's best friend. Her name 'Cat' partially came from the fact that she and Trish were two of the cattiest, meanest women in the County. "I think she just went to the bathroom. I'll go check."
Catherine was relatively short, cute and voluptuous, with a mane of black, heavily curly hair like Dr. Bonnie Karpathian's; in fact, the two women could be confused for each other at a distance. She got up and went to and through the kitchenette door, which opened into the main room, prohibiting the members from being able to see inside the kitchenette. It was also a self-closing door, and all eyes were on it as it shut behind Catherine.
*"YAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHH!"*
The piercing scream was Cat's voice, and had come from the kitchenette, and all of the women rushed to the door... then screamed themselves when they saw the sight behind the door: the bathroom doors opened outward into the kitchenette, and when Caroline had opened the one on the right...
... the body of Trish Donolan, which had been leaning against it, fell out into the kitchenette. Myrtle L. James rushed up and felt for a pulse, but it was too late.
Trish Donolan was dead.
*To be continued.* | literotica |
Title: Behind Closed Doors
Tags: lesbian sex, light bondage, orgasm denial, kink
*I'm working on a sequel to At Last, but here's something in the meantime. Much less character- and plot-driven, short, sharp and to the point, but hopefully good in its own way.*
\*\*\*
"Shhhh."
The light pressure of my finger against your lips is enough to stop you mid-sentence, not through force, but through the knowledge that it's what I'm asking of you. My other hand is wrapped around your wrist, pulling you away from the buzzing crowd, through a half-open door and into a room where the sounds of other people fade and cease to matter.
When I shut the door behind us, quietly so as not to be heard by anyone other than you, I trace my finger from your lips, down your chin and neck, until it reaches the top button of your blouse. My eyes lock on to yours as I flick the button undone.
"People are going to hear us," you say softly, but the smile playing at the edges of your lips says that you might not care too much.
"No, they won't." As I continue to unfasten your buttons, I lean in until my lips almost graze your ear. "Not if you can keep quiet." I punctuate my sentence by pressing a kiss against your earlobe, and then taking it between my lips and my teeth. Your gasp hits me in my core.
"What did I just tell you?" I ask, pulling my lips away from your ear.
"S-sorry..." you whisper, your eyes downcast. "I'll be good."
"Good." The final button of your blouse finally undone, I slide my hands underneath the fabric and around your waist, and your face tilts up towards mine.
It never ceases to amaze me how your gentle lips can kiss so fiercely.
When our kiss breaks, the shine in your eyes and the flush of your cheeks and lips tell me all I need to know about how you're feeling right now, and when I lead you to the bed, you can't hold the smile back from your face. Your hands find their place in mine, surrendering their control to me. You're facing me, sitting down on the bed.
"Lie down," I whisper, and I watch your gaze flicker up from my lips to my eyes. You stretch out onto your back, and I move your hands until they're behind your head. "You're going to stay still, aren't you?"
"Yes," you murmur, and I cup your cheek with my hand. You're not restrained by anything except your desire to please, and a shiver ripples through me as I realise once more how lucky I am.
My lips find that spot where your neck becomes your shoulder, and when I take the skin between my teeth, I can feel your jaw move as you try and hold back the sound that this act usually draws from within you. I can't hold back a smile.
When your neck and your shoulders are scattered with red marks in the shape of my mouth, and your efforts at holding back your usual little squeals have left you breathless, I let my fingers wander from your shoulder down your chest. The tips of my fingers brush across the soft fabric of your bra, and even the lightest touch elicits a gasp.
"Shhhh," I remind you, and you squeeze your eyes closed. My fingers play across your breasts, the sensation blunted by your bra, but enough to inflame you. When I unfasten your bra, and give you permission to move your arms just long enough to remove it, you open you eyes again and fix them onto mine. Without breaking eye contact, I press one finger to your lips, and drag the fingernails of my other hand down your rib cage.
When my nails bite into your skin, leaving hot red trails behind them, you bite your lip so hard I worry you'll draw blood. But your eyes stay locked onto mine, and the only sound you make is a hitching in your breath. I lower my face to yours, and murmur the words "good girl", so close that you can feel them against your lips.
My fingers play across your body, finding every spot that I know can drive you wild - your collarbone, the ridge of your hip bones, the back of your neck where smooth hair gives way to warm skin. Your breath is shaky, punctuated by tiny whimpers. I run my fingers up your thigh, feeling it tense under my touch, and smirk as I brush against the damp fabric of your underwear.
"I've barely even touched you..." I murmur in your ear.
"You call that barely even touching me?" you grin right back, and I place another kiss on your earlobe.
"I haven't even been doing this," I tell you as I let the pad of my thumb roll across your taut nipple. I can feel your body jerk.
"You so don't play fair," you complain in a whisper, but the smile hasn't left your face, and I know it's mirrored on mine.
"Of course I don't." With that, I lowered my head to flick my tongue across your nipple, my hands still wandering across your body and up and down the inside of your thighs. "Remember, keep it down."
When you're squirming under my touch, I slip my hand into the waistband of your underwear, sliding it just far enough down your thighs. Your eyes are wide, and your body totally still, tense with desire. When I slide a finger between your lips, it comes out wet. My fingertip works little circles around your clit as I kiss you again, swallowing what would probably have been a moan.
I know the signs that you're getting close, and I know that with this kind of buildup, you're not going to last long. When I break our kiss, and move to place another bite on your collarbone, I can tell you're not going to hold out much longer - your hips are starting to rock and push up against my hand, and you're making little, intoxicating noises from the back of your throat. And you're so wet that it's easy to ease a finger inside you.
The sound you make this time is loud, loud enough that it might be audible through the door. Instantly your eyes widen as you realise your momentary loss of control, and I slowly pull my hand away and look you in the eye.
"I'm sorry," you blurt out, back at the soft volume I've been keeping us at. I run my fingers up the nail marks running down your side.
"You only get to come if you've been good. When I tell you to keep it down, you keep it down - got it? Can you be good?"
You nod.
"I'm not sure. I think you need to wait a little longer." Moving away from you just slightly, I pull my shirt over my head, unfastening my bra and let it drop. I watch your eyes lower their focus, staring at my breasts almost hungrily.
"May I..." you begin, and I press a finger to your lips once more.
"What did I say about waiting?"
My hands go back to your body, but again, in places that inflame but don't bring relief. My lips and my teeth on your earlobes, your collarbones; my hands caress you, but not where you're silently begging to be touched. But your pleading is still done with your eyes, not with sounds; eventually, I lower my head to place kisses on your hip bones, one and then the other. I look up at you, your flushed face and shining eyes.
"Let's try this again," I whisper, running my hand back up your thighs, which are damp. "Remember what I told you." I watch your face, the expressions flickering over it, a combination of determination and desire. As my fingertip teases, you bite your lip; as one finger works its way inside you, then two, your eyes close tightly. My thumb finds your clit, and your breath catches.
You're tight around my fingers, hot, almost unbelievably wet; the little bud of your clit hard under my thumb. You're right on the edge already, and it takes little more than a few strokes of my thumb and thrusts of my fingers to bring you to the point of no return. The tension I've been building up within you reaches shattering point, too much for you to contain any longer.
You're trying so hard to hold back noise that your body is responding unrestrained; your hips bucking towards my hand, back arching, toes literally curling. "Good girl," I whisper again, my hand still moving slowly as you ride out what looks like an incredibly intense orgasm. Your response is a shaking moan, but a quiet one.
When your body finally relaxes, you fall back against the mattress, trying to catch your breath. I lower myself to lie beside you, taking your hands in mine, removing the restraints that weren't there. Your kiss is less fierce than before, but no less passionate.
"Was that quiet enough for you?" you ask me, the ghost of your cheeky grin pulling at your lips.
"I think so." I scatter kisses on the marks I left across your shoulders.
"May I touch you now?" you ask, a note of desire still colouring your voice.
"You may." | literotica |
Title: Silverfox 01 by Nathan Cowan
Tags: Bisexual, Lesbian, Violence (Not In Yiff), Vixen
Silverfox: Argent Bitch
This work was inspired by art copyright Dynotaku. The Foxforce Four are his creation and intellectual property.
This is the totally unexpected third volume in the \_Foxforce\_ series, after \_Firefox\_ and \_Technofox\_. It should be possible to follow this story without reading the predecessors, but I suggest reading \_Firefox\_ first, and then \_Technofox,\_ as \_Silverfox\_ will contain spoilers. Also, the first two stories help establish the characters. -- Nathan Cowan, 2008
Dynotaku, thanks for the icon!
Silverfox 01
The moon was in the east, behind her as she looked out over the rippled water of Puget Sound. Silverfox was crouched down, on her knees and left knuckles, behind a mass of bushes which were just starting to bloom. She was too close to the bushes for them to obstruct her vision. The combat armor suit she wore under her long coat supposedly broke up and distorted the heat her body radiated, making it hard to pick out her form; Silverfox wasn't sure if she trusted it. Hopefully the bad guys were not using infrared. She waited, still and patient as any other predator, careful not to exert herself and heat up more than absolutely necessary. Jansen had found the armor she wore under her long overcoat amusing. Desk cops usually did.
Jansen sighed loudly and lit another cigarette. The sound of his lighter made Silverfox's ears twitch backwards for a moment, her movement compromising her position. She frowned.
"At night, you can see a lighter for miles," she said softly. It would also flare in infrared. The flash would draw the attention of anyone seeing it.
He chuckled. "Sure, darling. We're not playing Cowboys and Indians."
She suspected Jansen was not exactly the finest of Seattle's Finest. "That's my point."
"See anything?" he asked in a normal conversational tone. She gritted her teeth. It was the third time he had asked.
"Just that van," she replied softly. "Are you sure that we're the only law here?"
He laughed, loudly. "Since when did you become law?"
"Since your boss hired us," Silverfox said.
Some silly-assed judge in Washington State had decided that police couldn't use night vision equipment -- something about a "reasonable expectation of privacy." However, it was hardly the cops' fault if the North American Biotechnology Mark 10-F "Reynard" -- the Dix-Vix -- could see in the dark like cats. It was two weeks of scut work for Foxforce, but Silverfox's cut would pay her mortgage this month.
Jansen laughed. "Bullshit. Your bosses are just drumming up some business."
The Inter Corporate Operative Network had told the Washington State Police that they believed a load of endangered animal pelts was coming into Puget Sound. Then the Seattle Police turned around and hired some ICON chimerae who could see in the dark to beef up the shore patrol.
Okay, that did sound a little suspicious. Silverfox had thought there was something to that, until she found out that David Torrance had been the original source. Two months ago, in Atlanta, Silverfox's team, Foxforce, had worked briefly with the out-of-shape chat room jockey. ICON called him a "Virtual Investigator." David wasn't omniscient, but Silverfox knew he was honest. And if ICON was bullshitting the police, he'd at least tell Shadowfox.
"Fine," Silverfox said. "Go take a nap, then. Somewhere away from me." The moment she said it she knew he'd misread it. Not as "You're making noise that will attract attention to both of us" but "I can't stand being around you." She considered correcting the impression. Ah, to hell with it.
The suspicious van was about thirty meters off, downhill, closer to the water, facing the Sound. It was parked near a place that sold and rented fishing gear and small boats; now closed. There was a dock jutting ten meters or so out. There was someone standing at the end of the dock, staring out with a pair of binoculars. That and the van made Silverfox about 40% convinced the landing would take place here.
The light aircraft and old DC-3s that used to carry contraband across US borders had been virtually replaced by flush-deck cargo boats. Air defenses were actually very good, now that the Federal courts were letting them take the gloves off. The flush-desk boats were too low in the water to be picked up on radar, and used electric motors too quiet to pick up on passive sonar.
Active sonar would spot them, but there were whales in these waters and the US Navy was supposed to avoid bothering them. Coastal defenses in this part of the world were pretty weak. The nearest naval base was over the border on Vancouver Island. Ever since the European War had ground to its inconclusive cease-fire in 1948, the Royal Canadian Navy -- third biggest in the world -- had been focused on German U-Boats in the Atlantic. Ever since Japan lost the Pacific War in 1944, that ocean was pretty much a US Navy pond. And they defended Seattle by positioning nuclear attack boats in enemy harbors.
"The van's just flashed its headlights," Silverfox whispered. That meant there had to be someone in the van, unless the guy with binoculars was using a remote.
"Where?" Jensen said, scrambling up behind her. He peered out, resting a hand on her shoulder to support his weight. Silverfox was speechless. She had met birdwatchers who were better stalkers. She actually considered sending him behind the rise so he couldn't see what was going on -- or, more properly, so he wouldn't give away her position. The problem was that technically, he was in charge.
"Long, short, long, short." Silverfox muttered. "C" in Morse. It was April second. She looked at the time display from her brain implant. No, it was after midnight -- 0100 hours, April third, flash on the hour... was the recognition code that simple? Maybe... it probably wasn't too sophisticated. There was a Yagi antenna built into her mandible; it wasn't picking up any radio, which meant they were either complete idiots or very good.
"I didn't see anything," he complained.
"They stopped," Silverfox said, thinking but not saying "...You idiot." She jerked her shoulder to get his hand off her. "Damnit, could you settle down? You're waking up the Hitler Youth camps in the Urals."
"You work for me, fur job," he said warningly.
Silverfox was about to respond when she saw something more important. "There's the boat," she said. "Coming into the dock from the right."
"You sure?" He shuffled about, peering helplessly into the night. It wasn't his fault that he didn't have a reflective layer in his eyes, but why didn't he seem to realize it?
She sighed. "I suppose it could be Jesus Christ walking across Puget Sound, but it's probably a guy standing on the back of a flush deck boat." That was about the only way a flush deck could see to navigate. The lookout had a cane or something and tapped out a code to signal the helmsman.
Silverfox counted: one was the guy on the shore with binoculars, two the one on the back of the boat. Three was the driver of the van, four the helmsman of the boat. Two to one already, at best. No, she really didn't want a piece of this. Good thing she was just there to watch. Bad thing that Jansen couldn't shut up.
"I can't see a damn thing," he said, his voice tense.
Silverfox gasped with asperity. "No shit. Why do you think they hired us?"
"Rented," he said.
"Shut up." Ignoring him, Silverfox tapped her earphone. "Silverfox. Fish in the water. There's a van by the dock, looks like this year's Ford Intrepid --"
"I make the call for reinforcements," Jansen said. "This is Officer Jansen. Cancel that."
"Will you shut the fuck up?" Silverfox said, starting to lose it. She returned to Technofox. "The van is blue or black, can't see the plates." It was one thing to have problems taking advice from a fur job, Silverfox thought, but Jansen wasn't even following his own boss' briefing.
"Roger, Silverfox," Technofox's voice came, calmly. "Is someone behind you? I'm not getting his signal." That had to be a lie. "The cutter's on its way. Ground units are on alert. Do you want Foxforce with you?"
The plan was to let the contraband land, and the flush deck return to sea. Then a Coast Guard cutter would pounce on the boat, while the police followed the van to delivery. Silverfox and Jansen were supposed to avoid contact with the smugglers. In fact, at this point they could disengage. There was no need for Foxforce to reinforce them. Maybe Technofox wasn't sure Silverfox could handle Jansen.
"Negative," Silverfox said. "We're good here." She'd show her.
"Damnit," Jansen said. "Who are you to --"
"Will you sit down and be quiet?" Silverfox snapped, furious. "That way you could just be useless instead of a pain in my ass."
"Fucking bitch," he said petulantly.
"Like I haven't heard that one," she snorted.
"Screw this," he said. He didn't kick her, not exactly -- it was more like he kicked at some dirt near her. "We don't need all this fucking drama. Who's going to put up a fight over some fucking furs?" Apparently, he now agreed that there was a boat in the water.
Silverfox realized she had overestimated Jansen, incredible though that seemed. Jansen wasn't merely an bigot, she realized, he was an idiot. The pelts weren't important to these people -- but the money they'd bring in was. Smuggling was smuggling, and if there was enough to be made it didn't matter if the product was heroin or wolf pelts.
She shifted her gaze back down to the landing. The lookouts were tying off. The one on the boat stood with a line and flicked it with his wrist, making the other end wrap around the cleat on the dock. He knew his way around boats. The one from shore was a bit more awkward.
It was turning into a miniature version of the container ships unloading to the south, but with an armed overwatch. The boat was tied to the end of a ten-meter pier. The crew seemed to be in a bit of a hurry to get out -- she understood when four of them stood side by side and peed into the water. So they had probably been in the boat for a few hours, which made sense if they were from Canada.
Two targets (she mentally tagged them as #1 and #2) were unloading the boat, pulling out a trunk. They set it on end on the dock. Another man (#3) from the boat zipped his fly and started walking up the dock to the shore. He wore a long duster and his hands were in his pockets. #3 took up a position with his back to the rental shop, while #1 and #2 unloaded a total of four trunks, each a bit over two meters long. One more guy came out of the boat, with a hand cart. #4 -- Silverfox thought he had been the boat lookout before, but she wasn't sure -- #4 held the cart while #5 tilted one of the trunks and helped #4 get it on the hand cart. #1, #4, and #5 started coming down the dock, the three of them walking together, #4 pushing the cart. #6 turned around. He wore a long coat that he opened up -- he had a carbine, with a pistol grip, looked like a relative of the M-16.
She looked at the trunks, standing on end. Four trunks of that size would probably be a full load for the van. Four trunks unloaded, six people visible, unknown number in the van (at least one), only two carrying cargo. The other four were there for a reason, and she didn't think they were trying for a glimpse of Mount Rainier.
Crap. The cluster of three was responding to something. #4, the guy with a trunk, had night vision goggles down on his face, glowing green, because he was looking up in their direction. She froze. Jansen, the idiot, was standing up in clear sight. #5 was looking up towards them; she wasn't sure if he could see Jansen or not. #5 hesitated, and started walking up the slope. He carried a shotgun under one arm. #1 stayed behind, watching after him. #4 turned around and kept pushing his trunk, a little more urgently.
"They heard you. They spotted you. They're armed. They're coming up," Silverfox whispered, "pull out."
"What?" Jansen asked. Well, she didn't want to be anywhere near him.
She started to pick her way back and around the back of the rise. She opened her dark coat. Under it, she wore black armor. It was easy to bang knees and elbows in a room to room fight, so she wore padding and braces on her joints. And a Velcroed sign, SECURITY. The word was subdued, dark grey on black. POLICE would carry more mojo, but that was illegal. She shrugged out of the coat, leaving it on the ground.
"Where are you going?" Jansen asked. He wasn't following, and she had no intention of talking loud enough for him to hear.
Silverfox went off at an angle before circling back, breaking contact and re-acquiring it from the flank. She scanned the situation.
\#3 near the store was against the wall, in the shadows. He had a submachine gun in one hand; posing with it like he was in an action movie in his mind. #5 with the shotgun was moving up the slope, where she used to be and Jansen still was. And #1 was just standing there. Then he drew a pistol, which was sort of a relief. At least it wasn't an automatic rifle with night scope. #4 kept heading to the van. What the hell? If a fight were going to break out, the guy with the night vision gear should spot for the others.
Submachine Gun Guy lowered his weapon and aimed it at the top of the hill, in the general direction of Jansen. Silverfox stole a glance at the Carbine Guy at the boat. He wasn't aiming it. Good. They probably didn't have night vision all around or a good combat net. Still, three hostiles -- Pistol, Shotgun, and Submachine Gun -- were focused on Jansen. She drew her pistols, matched Glock 20 10mm autoloaders, and hoped Jansen would have the sense to play civilian, or get out --
"FREEZE!" Jansen yelled. "POLICE!"
Jansen had a flashlight. Or it was a tactical light on his sidearm. It stabbed about until it lit Shotgun Guy. Submachine Gun Guy adjusted his aim. Pistol Guy froze. Nobody yelled anything. That meant they had a plan for this.
Oh, shit. Silverfox used her implant to send a canned alert: "Converge on Silverfox." She backed that up with a vocal message: "Engaging multiple, five or more."
"On Silverfox, go," she heard Technofox say.
Four armed targets. Carbine Guy didn't seem to be alerted. Pistol Guy wasn't making a hostile move. Jansen had spotted Shotgun Guy. Jansen's light framed him. That meant Submachine Gun Guy was hers. She aimed her pistols, and as her fingers squeezed the triggers she closed her eyes to preserve her night vision, fired two rounds from each to his chest, and immediately opened her eyes again an instant after the report.
Hocpacem rounds had a frangible case with a tungsten dart for a core. The core would usually penetrate anything short of a ceramic insert; the pellets would barely penetrate flesh, but they dumped energy fast. A few hits with Hocpacem would take down pretty much anyone.
Submachine Gun Guy probably had armor, maybe ceramic on the chest, but at worst the impacts would stagger him and ruin his shot. As he tottered, she aimed, closed her eyes, and put one bullet from each gun into his head. After his head jerked back, she identified the sound of cracking brick: the four darts had gone through his chest and smacked the wall behind him, so the two head shots were overkill. Oh well -- overkill beat the alternative. His hand clenched in the submachine gun; a burst spat out at random. She looked away quickly to avoid being dazzled.
The shotgun roared, in the direction of Jansen, not an aimed shot; a reflex. Before Submachine Gun Guy hit the ground, she turned to her left. Pistol Guy looked bewildered. Shotgun Guy spun in her direction. He said something, an inarticulate grunt. He didn't drop his weapon, which meant she was clear to engage. She fired three rounds from her left hand, two center of mass, third to the head, before he could acquire her. She started moving slowly to her left, to make it harder for them to focus on her muzzle flashes.
Instead of aiming at her, Pistol Guy started to sprint towards cover. Maybe he didn't know she could see him. She fired twice from her right hand, center of mass to the chest. He staggered, and his gun flipped out of his hand. She considered following that up with a third to his head, but he went down and she decided it was probably unnecessary.
The guys with the trunks hadn't been talking, or even making words; they had been gabbling out monkey sounds laced with obscenities. Humans had trouble keeping calm in these situations; the wave of body chemicals that Silverfox rode like a surfer engulfed them and sent them tumbling. They were panicked, she was soaring; they were in an explosion of frenzied activity, she was enhanced. Deer and wolf.
They settled down an moved with a purpose. The guy from shore ran for cover, moving for the boat; the one with night vision was heading to his dead buddy with the SMG. Silverfox hesitated. He might be rendering aid, he might be going for the weapon; she considered shooting for his legs.
But there was a crack from the boat. Carbine Guy was opening up, maybe trying to cover his buddies as they ran for the boat. He was shooting to Silver's right, far to her right -- he couldn't tell her from his buddies. But he might get lucky, or figure out that she was between the two flashes. She scrambled to her left, knelt, rested her right wrist on her left forearm, aimed and half-pulled the trigger.
After a programmed delay, the tiny video camera slung under the barrel of the pistol streamed data to her implant. She zoomed the image. In low light, the image quality was pretty bad, but she could see him well enough. She closed her eyes, and her point of view jumped slightly, vision from her eyes replaced by the narrow-field gun camera. She saw him, digital zoom, aliased as hell but she could place the crosshairs. He was down low, on his knees, but not taking cover. the number 58.7m appeared under the crosshairs.
She sent six rounds quickly downrange, center of mass, too far for anything fancy, and rolled to her right for a new firing position. When she set the gun to check her aim, he was flying upwards, arms and legs spread, and without crying out went backwards, over the boat, and into the water behind it with a terrific splash. She opened her eyes and released the trigger, and the tunnel vision of the gun camera went away.
The two bearers had dropped their containers and were running for the boat. #2 was halfway down the dock, almost back to the boat, panic making him run faster than anything at a track meet. She placed four rounds carefully from her left hand pistol, aiming low. She heard him shriek and he went flying with his knee shot away. His scream was cut off when he hit the dock and bounced into the water. She heard the splash and wondered how deep it was. Flush deck boats drew a lot of water. And were there sharks this far north? She'd worry about that later. The other guy stopped short, seeing that he was cut off.
The van's headlights came on, and it jerked into motion. Yes, by now she was in the parking lot. She could jump but the driver might turn. The lights were dazzling; she tried not to look directly at them, hoped it was a left-hand drive and aimed both hands, started firing, intentionally placing them in a wide pattern instead of grouping her shots. She could hear the windshield cave over the pistol fire.
The Hocpacem rounds would fragment going through the window, and hopefully fill the driver's compartment with a spray of shrapnel from her bullets and safety glass. Four shots from each gun. She was about to jump to one side when the van suddenly slewed violently to her right and slowed down as the driver's foot came off the accelerator. Either he was out of it or had thrown himself along the seat; it was all good. It had been about twenty seconds since her first shot.
That left one confirmed contact, Night Vision Guy. Incredibly, instead of looking for someone to surrender to or running for the boat, he was fumbling for his pistol.
What. The. Hell. Didn't he even realize all his buddies had been cut down? Silverfox covered him. He had his gun out, panicked, his hand shaking, when his goggled eyes fell on Silverfox while aiming somewhere else, beginner's mistake. He froze. Silverfox adjusted the position of her hands, right aiming for his forehead, left to his chest. Their glowing eyes touched one another.
"I know what you're thinking," Silverfox said. "Did she fire thirty shots, or twenty nine? Do you --"
He threw up his hands before she could ask if he "felt lucky, punk."
"I give," he assured her.
"Your friends. How many?" she said.
"I came on the boat. Four others with me." he replied, shaking. He was too scared, she thought, to lie. "We were supposed to meet two," he added. Five on the boat, two on shore, all had been accounted for.
Jansen came down in a mini-avalanche of stone and loose dirt. "What the fuck?" he asked, pleading and bewildered as a child. "What did you do?"
He couldn't figure it out? "Saved your ass," Silverfox said. She pointed to her prisoner, who was on his knees with his hands behind his head. "He's yours. I'm busy."
She dropped her right magazine. She kept two magazines in braces in the small of her back; she slapped the butt of the gun over one brace, and a spring drove the magazine into the pistol. Now that she had a full load in one gun, she dropped her left magazine, ejected the remaining round, holstered the pistol, took a loaded magazine from her web gear, and snapped it in. She'd need a hand free anyway.
She took a chemical light stick and flexed it into life with her left hand. She didn't like holding a light source at night; she felt conspicuous. She opened the van's passenger side door. The smell of blood came out, lots of it. One guy up front, head near her. She tossed the light stick into the rear compartment; it bounced and skittered before coming to a stop, casting a white glow. No movement, and even with the extra light of the stick, she didn't see anyone there.
She looked back at the front. She could hear blood literally running off the passenger's seat and puddling on the rug. His face was torn up from the fragments and the core of one of her bullets had drilled a hole through his mandible, but the worst injury was a gash in the throat. The blood was pulsing, not flowing, so his heart was still beating and he might make it if she applied first aid right away. But she still had to secure the boat, and she barely trusted Jansen to keep the prisoner. But the driver probably knew where he was making the delivery ... he had high value knowledge. She applied her field dressing. It wouldn't be enough, but she didn't have time.
Silverfox sighed. She walked over to Jansen. The prisoner was handcuffed, and he didn't resist as Silverfox dragged him partway to his feet. He looked at her in stunned disbelief as she swung her pistol down onto his head. She let him drop, roughly, and the way he bounced satisfied her that he was unconscious.
"What the --" Jansen began to say.
"Driver," she interrupted, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. "You can still save him."
Turning her back on Jansen, she went up the slope to check on Pistol Guy. She was disappointed to see that he was dead -- no armor, and one of her shots had hit his heart. Shotgun Guy was also dead; but since she had gone for a headshot that was less of a surprise. She looked down the dock dubiously.
She started down the dock. She didn't want to do this; she felt hideously exposed. The boat was almost underwater, and it certainly didn't come equipped with vertical-launch grenade launchers, so she doubted she would face fire from there. Still, she'd be vulnerable to a sniper in the hills. They had aimed at a cop, and if there were a sniper he would have opened fire by now. She was betting the opposition were idiots, and she hated doing that.
Still, the boat had to be secured quickly. It was there, so she doubted there was anyone aboard. She paused to look down at a pale face barely holding on to the edge. "C'mon," she said amiably, kneeling and offering a hand.
"Fuck you," he gasped.
"Suit yourself," she replied, turning toward the boat. "I've got things to do."
"Hey," he said, surprised. She kept walking. The boat was about ten meters long, barely breaking the surface, water lapping over a closed hatch. Dim red lights inside, so their eyes would adjust. Right beyond, still clutching his carbine, a body floated face down. She hesitated, reached down into the icy water, pulled him out and flipped him onto the dock. No armor. M4 carbine, on a strap. Who the hell waved guns at cops without wearing armor? There was a thick smell of amateurism about the whole thing. She looked at the carbine again -- she was wrong; it was a C8, the version used by Canadians and Brit SAS.
She opened the hatch wide and dropped in lightly, both guns drawn. She landed in a kneeling position, and quickly looked over her shoulder. She was alone. The only movement was the hull, and, incongruously, a little yellow bird in a cage, hanging from the ceiling.
Cargo space amidships, four trunks on their ends. She guessed there was enough room for twelve trunks in all. Was this the second stop of three? Five seats up front. Aft, a battery of micro capacitor packs, the sort they used in cars. The boat had a crude, unfinished look to it: no paint, no padding, cold as hell. Oxygen tanks tied to the hull, with bungee cords. There was something hanging from the ceiling; at first she thought it was a periscope, then she saw it was a retractable snorkel.
A cot. She knelt and sniffed at the pillow; she smelled two men, at least. Under the cot was a box with fifteen plastic bags, five of trash; ten with packed sandwiches, cold chicken, and some thermoses of coffee standing next to them. So, they had figured on three meals for each of them. One day, give or take.
What came in had to go out; there was a chemical toilet; unused. Probably just for emergencies. Had they taken piss breaks along the way? Probably.
She looked at the instrumentation: whiskey compass, depth-finding sonar from a fishing catalog, GPS you could buy from a camping supply shop. She paused, and downloaded the preset waypoints into her cell phone. She glanced back at the canary. Was that their air quality instrumentation? Talk about low tech...
"Silverfox," she said, finally, into the mike. "I'm on the boat. So far so good. I'd appreciate a hand but don't break your neck getting here. No hostile contacts, but I'm not secure."
"We'll be careful," Firefox said dryly.
"Shadowfox on the scene," Shadowfox said. "I see Jansen."
"Be careful approaching him," Silverfox said. "He's jittery."
"Thanks. I've linked up," she said.
Good, Silverfox thought. Jansen was worthless, and Silverfox wanted someone backing her.
"Silver, any probables?" Technofox asked.
"No probables, no contacts," Silverfox replied. She shied away from saying Clear. 'Clear' would mean she was confident nobody else was there, and she couldn't shake the feeling she had missed something. "Assume the area's still hot. So far, seven hostiles, four down hard, three down. Maybe five and two if I don't get to the guy in the water."
"Do that," Firefox said, probably upset at the body count. Then immediately, "Correction. You make the call, but I want that guy if you can get to him safely."
"Roger that," Silverfox said formally.
"What happened? Why did you engage them?" Firefox asked, her voice irritated.
"No choice, Fire," Silverfox said apologetically. "Can it wait for a face-to-face?" It didn't seem a good idea to say a Seattle cop had screwed up everything over a signal that could be intercepted and decrypted. Never say anything over the line you wouldn't want to hear sitting in the witness stand.
"Roger," Firefox replied, with just a touch of exasperation in her voice. Silverfox didn't blame her. Silverfox had probably kept Jansen from getting kacked, but the operation had been completely blown in the process. Silverfox didn't say it, but at this point she wasn't even sure they could bring charges against the guys on shore. Pistol Guy hadn't fired, and Van Guy could claim he wasn't trying to run her down. Worse, they hadn't actually accepted the cargo, so they might not even get smuggling charges to stick. If Jansen had just stayed low...
"Silverfox here. I am leaving the boat."
That was for Shadow's benefit -- Silverfox didn't want Jansen to open up on her.
Silverfox went up the ladder and pushed the hatch open. A wave came up and splashed in; she looked away to spare her eyes. She hoisted herself out, made sure the ropes to the dock were secure, and started walking non-chalantly back to shore.
"I see you," Shadowfox assured her.
"Likewise," Silverfox replied.
"Help," a voice croaked from the water.
Silverfox feigned surprise. "You talking to me?" she asked.
"Please," he gasped. He was shivering, his bravado gone, dashed against the fear that he might actually be left there. He could easily die in the next few minutes in the water, and he suddenly realized that might save the trouble of a trial.
She faked an indulgent sigh, and put her hand down and pulled him out. A wind kicked up, making him shake uncontrollably. His leg wasn't bleeding as badly as she thought it would be; the cold and water might have helped. "Can you hop?" she asked. There was no way she was going to carry him, not alone.
His teeth were chattering too hard for him to talk. She rolled him face down and handcuffed him there, then used a plastic tie to hold his good leg to one of the cleats. It would have to do. Then she tied off the leg, put her finger in the blood and put a T on his forehead to alert the medics.
"Tech, relay this to the police. We have seven suspects," Silverfox said into the mike on her jaw. "Two with gunshot wounds, one with an impact injury to the head, four more down with gunshot wounds." She couldn't actually say they were dead because she wasn't a coroner, but the police would fill in the blanks. "An ambulance or three would be nice."
Shadowfox was tending to the van driver, while Jansen stood by her and vomited out an incomprehensible string of disconnected words in which the phrase "crazy goddamned bitch" appeared as a chorus. Shadowfox nodded and made sympathetic exclamations as Jansen babbled himself dry.
Shadowfox was a little smaller than Silverfox, black-furred, and Silver had always been envious of her elegant beauty; Shadowfox made Silverfox think of a high-end model in \_Penthouse\_. In fact, Shadowfox posed as a nude model / stripper under the name Ebony; it was a useful cover, and the "Ebony" cover identity actually ran a profit, which most cover identities didn't. Shadow had a way with people. The black vixen gave Silverfox a warning glance. Silverfox nodded and did not approach Jansen.
"Firefox on the scene." Silverfox heard a motorcycle come softly to a stop, in the blind spot near Jansen's car. That would be Firefox, avoiding a direct approach and choosing the same one Silverfox had.
"Careful," Silverfox said. "There's another van load in the boat."
"So there might be another van?" Technofox asked.
"Maybe." Silverfox couldn't see one, but after the gunplay she wouldn't have hung around either.
Firefox came around the base of the hill, carrying her scoped M1A rifle at port arms. Her armor had a slight bulge for her breasts, and it took an impressive rack to make that expedient practical. She was a big girl, busty, if Shadowfox looked like a model from \_Penthouse,\_ then Firefox was more the corn-fed Midwestern \_Playboy\_ type. Silverfox had a mental image of Firefox zooming through the streets of Seattle on a motorcycle, rifle on her back ... she couldn't help but grin.
"You said seven?" Firefox asked. "I see five."
"Two more on the dock," Silverfox explained. "One alive when I left him."
"Oh, I see them now," Firefox nodded. Sirens were getting nearer. Firefox pulled off her phone plug. "Do we need to set up a story?" she asked quietly.
Silverfox shook her head firmly.
"Ah, good," Firefox said with a relieved nod. That couldn't always be said. Firefox looked at her quizzically for a moment, as though doubting her judgment.
A police helicopter showed up, searchlight stabbing about. "No contacts," Firefox said. "But there may be another van around. Keep your eyes open."
Then the police cars started showing up, and the emergency vehicles. A grey delivery truck pulled up; on the side was painted "Center Street Laundries -- Let Us Clean Up Your Mess!" That would be Technofox in a sensor van. Silverfox looked through the bulletproof glass. The little vixen was sitting in the driver's seat; she stopped the van and went through a hatch to the back, where she presumably fired up a battery of tactical sensors typically deployed on battlefields. Silverfox continued her list. Shadowfox? \_Penthouse.\_ Firefox? \_Playboy.\_ Technofox? \_Barely Legal.\_ Silverfox? \_Guns and Ammo.\_ If they had a centerfold, which she decided to write to them about.
Inspector Nishinobu came out of one of the police cruisers. He had a prematurely gray beard and a raincoat, and from his expression he had earned more than a few grey hairs in the last few minutes. Working lights were being set up around the injured, making the area look like a partly-illuminated Civil War battlefield. His imagination probably filled in the darkness, turning every bush into a corpse.
"What happened?" he asked nobody in particular.
"Sir," Silverfox said formally. "Officer Jansen and I were on that ridge. The suspects' van arrived first, and then the boat. Suspects carrying weapons began moving toward us. I moved off the hill and around in this direction to flank them. Jansen identified himself as a police officer. The suspects pointed their weapons at Jansen in a threatening manner, and I engaged them."
"You engaged them," Nishinobu said.
"Yes, sir."
He looked back over the scene. "With a minigun?" he asked. Firefox gritted her teeth. ICON had a good reputation in minimum-force situations, and she was probably imagining it being whittled away on her watch.
Two cops in armor and helmets peeked over the shoulder of the medic confirming Shotgun Guy was dead. One of them looked at Silverfox and shook his head in amazement. Silverfox felt a warm glow of accomplishment and fought to keep from smiling.
Nishinobu was probably being sarcastic, but Silverfox decided to take his question at face value. "No sir. Pistols."
"You engaged seven apparently armed suspects with pistols," he said, as though having trouble grasping it.
"Yes, sir."
"Seven?" he repeated.
She cocked an eyebrow. "They were here, sir."
"How did they see you?" he asked her accusingly.
"Sir, in my opinion Officer Jansen did not follow proper silence drill," she said firmly. She pointed to the ridge. "One of them had night vision goggles, and Jansen was standing against the sky. He also lit a cigarette or two."
Nishinobu looked up. "And you're sure they were going to fire?" he asked.
"Sir," Silverfox repeated. "Officer Jansen identified himself as a police officer and they aimed their weapons in his direction."
Nishinobu considered for a moment. A sergeant with white hair and more stripes on his arm than a tiger coughed. He was standing close to Firefox. "Inspector Nishinobu," he said, "so far we've found a 9mm Colt pistol, 12-gauge shotgun, Sten submachine gun, and a 5.56 assault carbine. All were fired except the pistol."
"That's swell," Nishinobu said dourly. Well, he probably had the press to worry about. Silverfox suspected this probably would make the papers.
"Jansen identified himself as a police officer and they tried to shoot their way out. Like a couple of dead cops on their records wasn't a big deal," Firefox said.
"Yes," Silverfox agreed. "Yes, exactly like that."
"Why did Jansen try to arrest them?" Nishinobu asked.
To show the out-of-town synthetic rent-a-cop how big his balls were, Silverfox thought. "I don't understand how he reconciled that decision with our orders, sir," Silverfox said politely. You never cut down someone's man in front of either of them. That triggered tribal reflexes.
There was a moment of stillness, as Nishinobu considered the implications. He nodded, and Silverfox got the sense he was resigned to it.
Firefox cocked an interrogating eyebrow at the sergeant. "My asset suggests the suspects spotted Jansen," she said.
Firefox was a beautiful woman and people did tend to say more to her than they should, or at least the heterosexual males did. "Well," he said, hesitating, "this won't be the first time Jansen's made the papers." Nishinobu gave him a baleful glance, but it wasn't like ICON wouldn't find out.
Technofox left the van. Nishinobu was about to open up the trunk that had been landed, and the little vixen stood next to him. She held a camera. Firefox and Silverfox went over as well, and were joined by Shadowfox.
Nishinobu glanced at them with a wry smile. Silverfox felt better; four corpses was never a good situation but it seemed The Nish didn't blame her for it. "Want to see what the fuss was over?" he asked.
"If you don't mind," Firefox said.
"Well, why not," Nishinobu said. He hesitated, and looked at Silverfox. "There's going to be a hearing, but they fired on you, and that's going to be in the report."
Silverfox nodded. "Thank you, sir."
Nishinobu opened the trunk. It was packed with pelts, mostly grey. On top, incongruously, there was a folded tiger pelt, orange and black and white colors looking unnaturally saturated in the bright light.
"The hell?" Nishinobu asked, bemused. "Smuggling tiger pelts from Canada?"
He unfolded it. It was from a small tiger -- it had to be a juvenile. Claws and head removed. Silverfox frowned. It didn't look like the tiger pelts she had seen before.
Technofox gasped. "Inspector," she said. "...That's not a tiger pelt."
"You're saying it's artificial?" he asked.
Silverfox realized what was wrong. The legs were too long, proportional to the body. Not legs; legs and arms. She felt her hackles rise.
"No," Technofox said softly. "It's not artificial."
Nishinobu slowly understood. Instead of folding it up, he tossed it back into the trunk, and took a few steps back in revulsion.
They were in adjoining hotel rooms, each with twin queen beds, which they had made a suite by opening a connecting door. It was two thirty in the morning. They had cracked open the minibar and had split the vodka, even though it was ridiculously overpriced. No sugary mixers; they'd be busy the next day and needed to sleep.
"Just curious," Shadowfox asked. She was sitting on the edge of one of the beds. "Why didn't you let the smugglers kill Jansen? No big loss from what I saw." She sipped vodka straight from a paper cup, the edge crimped to form a spout.
"I know, I know," Silverfox said, tired. She sipped from the straw in the her plastic glass. Vodka on the rocks, straight; she was coming down off the fight and felt the buzz.
"You can't just stand by and let a man be murdered like that," Technofox said, frowning. She was at the writing desk, at her laptop. She had barely taken a mouthful; she didn't like to drink and compute.
Shadowfox shrugged.
"More to the point, he was a police officer," Firefox said. "Cop and an operative go out, cop dies -- not good in the long run." She was the first to take a refill, and it barely seemed to affect her.
"I suppose," Shadowfox admitted. She grinned. "I might have done the same as Silverfox, if I had a chance to pull it off alive."
Silverfox smiled at the compliment. "So what have we got?" she asked. "A chimera pelt mixed in with a shipment of wolf pelts?"
"We don't have anything," Technofox said. "Our contract's fulfilled. Once the paperwork's finished."
"I want these guys," Firefox said. She started pacing, looking moody. Maybe the vodka was affecting her more than it looked; she was getting broody and angry.
Technofox nodded, without hesitating. Shadowfox looked dubious. Silverfox shrugged.
"I'm good with that," Silverfox said lazily.
"You mean on our own?" Shadowfox asked.
Firefox paused. "As a last resort," she said.
"We can't afford to hire us," Silverfox objected. "I mean, damn, our time's valuable."
"And the obvious place to start is Canada," Shadowfox said. "That could be tricky."
"That's cool," Silverfox said. "I bought a Canadian language chip the other day. Real cheap, too."
Firefox smiled briefly. "I was going to say," Firefox said, "I'd like to, but I don't see how we can. Even if we decided to take a vacation and do this on our own time, we'd effectively be making an armed incursion into a foreign country."
"That's only, what, two and a half provinces each? We're tough," Silverfox said. Still, the point remained: operations in the United States with ICON support were dicey enough, operating in a foreign country without ICON would be almost impossible.
"Armed?" Shadowfox asked briefly.
Firefox snorted. "Yes, armed. To me, a chimera pelt says bring a gun. In fact, it says bring every gun you own, and borrow some from a friend."
"Wait," Silverfox said. "What exactly does our present contract cover?"
Technofox shifted uncomfortably. "That's the problem," she said. "We're not investigating the smuggling ring. The contract's explicit. Foxforce is here to reinforce the Seattle Police and assist with shore patrol."
"Crap," Silverfox said.
"Exactly," Firefox said. "We've fulfilled out contract, but that won't put these guys in jail. ICON doesn't fight crime as a public service; ICON fulfills security contracts. We've got a crime but no client."
"We might, if we can identify the tiger," Technofox said.
"A tiger chimera with friends enough to hire us," Shadowfox said. She didn't need to point out how unlikely that was.
"I'm going to push ICON to let us poke around," Firefox said. "If they say no, then all I've got is, let's keep our eyes open, be aware that something nasty's happening in Canada, and without faking anything, look for opportunities to push investigations in that direction." She put her vodka mug down. She had emptied it again.
"Do you want to tell ICON to renegotiate the contract?" Shadowfox asked.
"I'd like to," Firefox said. She rubbed her jaw. "We don't want to seem too eager, though..."
Silverfox shrugged. "Look, let's get real here. As long as we don't go into debt, I want to help nail these guys. Drug running I don't give two shits about. Chimera pelts are different. So don't say no on my account." A smile flicked over Firefox's face as the others nodded agreement.
"I hate to say it," Technofox said, "but I don't see the Seattle police giving us a ringing endorsement. They can blame us for the shootout. And they probably --"
On cue, the four of them looked at the door to the hotel corridor. They all heard the footfall, a familiar one.
Shadowfox sighed, closed her eyes, and walked to the door. Opening it, she raised her tail and her eyes widened and became bright. David Torrance was out there, about to knock. He looked faintly perturbed, but he was getting used to this particular chimera trick.
"Hi, David," Shadowfox said, with a swish of her tail. She was wearing a short robe and no panties, and Silverfox watched the muscles in her butt move. God, she was something else.
"Hi, Shadow," he said. "Sorry if --"
She took his arm and pulled him in. "Don't be silly. Come in. We were just wondering when you'd drop by."
Technofox leveled her eyes at Shadowfox for a moment before looking at David. "How's your case going?" she asked.
David rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, to tell you the truth, it's set back, if not blown," he admitted. "Not blaming anyone," he said, looking at Silverfox. "But I was after the salesman for the merchandise being delivered last night. No delivery, no merchandise. No merchandise, no sale, no sale, no case."
"Did you expect chimera pelts?" Firefox asked bluntly.
"No," he replied. "Believe me, I would have warned you."
Firefox hesitated a moment, then smiled and nodded, as though apologizing for implying otherwise.
Technofox was about to say something. "I'm so sorry," Shadowfox said, staring deeply into his eyes with brown eyes that glowed with sympathy. Tech frowned and looked away.
David shrugged. "I heard a rumor you saved a cop's life?"
"Yeah," Silverfox said. "We all make mistakes."
"Don't say things like that," Shadowfox said, frowning at her while holding David's arm. David sat on the easy chair, and Shadow wedged herself next to him, sort of halfway on his lap and half not on the chair. She melted against him, and he put his arm around her waist. He looked at her; she smiled and kissed him, lightly, briefly, her eyes holding the promise of more. Silverfox felt her spirits sink. She had counted on sleeping with Shadowfox that night.
"Have you heard anything about these mooks yet?" Silverfox asked.
He looked around at her, blinked as though he couldn't remember what she was talking about. "Strictly speaking," he said, "and no offense, but I thought you were just supplementing the coastal patrols?"
"You're right," Firefox said. "Officially, it's nothing to do with us. But Silverfox was shot at, and we're all a little curious."
"Uhm," he said, obviously a bit uncomfortable. ICON was pretty strict about confidentiality, and they didn't like agents to gossip with one another.
"Please?" Shadowfox asked, and touched her tongue lightly to his hand.
His reluctance vanished. "Well, remember that I'm working the supplier side, not the shipping side, so I'm not getting all the details either."
"Understood," Firefox said easily.
He scratched his nose. "The thing that really jumped out at me was that of the five in the boat, four were Canadian deserters."
"Canadian army?" Silverfox asked, surprised.
"Three Army, one Navy," David corrected.
"Huh. I didn't expect that," Silverfox said. "They didn't strike me as trained infantry. One had a Canadian Army carbine but I figured he had bought the thing on the black market."
"So they didn't feel like trained troops?" Firefox asked Silverfox.
"Yeah..." Silverfox considered. "I'm not expecting Canadian Army deserters to be Princess Pats or SAS or anything, but I wouldn't expect them to outright suck, either."
"So you expected better?" Firefox asked, thoughtfully.
"From the Canadian Army? Sure. Even from a deserter with just basic training," Silverfox said firmly. "They screwed up all over the place. They've got just three elements, and lousy cohesion between them. Night landing, one set of night vision goggles, and they give it to a guy pushing a trunk. Lousy tactics and the wrong equipment. That's not 'make do with what we've got', that's 'we're idiots, and we suck.'" She smiled, rather proud of her way of phrasing it.
"Or maybe they didn't have flash suppressors?" Technofox suggested. Firing guns with night vision equipment was a bad idea, unless the muzzle was shrouded to keep the flash from blinding the shooter.
"Still makes them stupid," Silverfox said. "Either equip for a night environment, or leave the toys on the boat."
"And they're probably guilty of capital crimes on top of that," Technofox said. She shook her head. "A cop identifies himself, and they point guns at him. Sure, they were seven on two and a good chance of fighting their way out of trouble, but there's no way they knew that."
"They didn't," Silverfox said. "I caught them flatfooted. They had no idea where I was until I opened up." Firefox raised her ears warningly and glanced at David. Technically, Silverfox was supposed to identify herself as private security and order them to surrender. Only the immediate threat to Jansen was keeping her out of jail.
David didn't seem concerned. "None of them tried to give up?" David asked.
"Except the one I pulled out of the water," Silverfox said. "Maybe a nice warm cell looks better when you're bleeding out into the Pacific Ocean."
"It would to me," David agreed. "I'm surprised they didn't give, even while Silverfox was rolling them up."
Maybe they didn't have time, Silverfox thought.
"Were they split into groups?" Shadowfox asked. "It was dark. Maybe they didn't know how bad off they were."
"Maybe," Silverfox said. "You get high casualties in that situation... you know what smells like army to me? Their instincts were to fight their way out. Maybe they were trying a rear-guard action."
"It seems to me that seven on one isn't exactly a minimum force situation," David said, delicately.
Silverfox grinned. David was a pretty cool guy.
"So I'd guess -- just guessing here -- that maybe you tore into them without giving them time to find you and shoot back. That makes sense, but it's not giving them time to surrender, either."
"Could be," Silverfox admitted. "Heck, the guy with the shotgun opened fire when his buddy did. A soldier might do that, even if he doesn't have a target." Recon by fire worked.
"Contagious fire? Maybe," Technofox said. "But Jansen identified himself and gave them a chance. They decided to engage him instead."
Silverfox nodded. The little vixen was right.
A maritime map of Vancouver Island was on the TV, with numbered waypoints. The first was south of Victoria's Inner Harbor, and the last was almost twenty kilometers north and east of that, in Haro Strait. Technofox pointed to it. "Here's what I don't get," she said. "It's off the screen, landfall in Seattle was marked by a waypoint. But landfall back on Vancouver Island wasn't."
"What's a waypoint?" David asked. "I've never used a GPS," he said apologetically.
"A waypoint is where heading changes as you follow a course," Technofox said.
"If you ask where the library is," Shadowfox translated, "and I say 'straight down this road, and hang left at the gas station,' the gas station is a waypoint."
"Ah." David nodded.
"Thanks," Technofox said. She moved a cursor around Waypoint #01 on the TV screen. "This is the first waypoint. We don't know where they started from, but it could be anywhere along the shore where you can draw a straight line to the first waypoint. Probably somewhere along here, to the west, because otherwise you'd be going southwest, hit this waypoint, and then have to turn southeast to reach Seattle."
"Which is stupid, unless you're trying to fool someone who gets his hands on your GPS," Silverfox reminded her.
"Yes," Technofox agreed thoughtfully. "Let's leave that aside for now. You then scoot down to Seattle, follow the GPS to the landing ..."
"You also get a recognition signal from shore," Silverfox reminded them. "Flashing van headlights. Morse code Charlie. Today is the third."
Technofox nodded, drawing the obvious inference. "Better. Then you turn back, painstakingly follow this meticulously plotted course back ... and you wind up sitting in the middle of Haro Strait, right between San Juan Island and Beaver Lake." She scratched her head. "Why isn't the landfall marked?"
"How long is the trip?" Silverfox asked. "Time, I mean."
Technofox blinked. "A boat like that might pull, oh ... ten knots. I'd guess ten hours, one way." She held out a hand and waggled it back and forth. "Give or take. I don't know what the currents are like."
Silverfox nodded. "I had guessed one or two pee breaks along the way," she said, satisfied.
"By the time you got back up there, it's daylight," Firefox said. "They probably know the landing by sight. Or," she said thoughtfully, "if I were doing it, I'd memorize the position of the landing, and I wouldn't program it into the GPS until I was safely underway."
"You're smart, though," Silverfox reminded her. "These guys aren't."
"Either way," Technofox said, "they launched from somewhere within sight of Victoria, and they landed somewhere within sight of Haro Strait."
"Two bases," David frowned. He was holding Shadowfox's hand, and brought it to his lips. She smiled shyly. "That's funny. Why have two bases?"
"Maybe not," Firefox said. "Not if the base is somewhere within sight of both waypoints." She immediately shot herself down. "But it doesn't look like that's possible... see, they're around a point. I don't see how they could overlap..."
"Well, I think it's getting too late to talk about this," Shadowfox said brightly. She held David's hand, and considered. "Uhm, Silver?" she asked, her voice a little shaky and embarrassed.
"I don't mind," Silverfox replied. "I'll use the spare bed in here. Just let me grab my toothbrush."
Technofox's ears flattened momentarily and flipped back up. David and Shadowfox followed her into the other bedroom, but not out. Shadowfox looked after Silverfox as she left the room and wished them a good night, exactly as though she was shy in front of her, as though the two vixens had been using both beds. Silverfox smiled to herself. If David were a chimera, he'd realize that Silverfox and Shadowfox had been sleeping in the same bed within a few minutes.
She closed the door behind her. "Can we all fit in one bed?" Silverfox asked Technofox and Firefox brightly.
"Are we going to try?" Technofox asked, cross.
"Tech," Firefox said, slightly exasperated.
"What's the problem?" Silverfox asked with a frown.
Technofox rolled her eyes in that exasperating "if you don't know I'm not going to tell you" way she sometimes adopted when her feelings got all hurty.
"Geeze," Silverfox snorted. "Say the word and I'll hang out with a friend."
"What friend?" Firefox asked.
Silverfox posed. "I haven't met him yet," she said, raising an eyebrow.
Firefox rubbed her sinuses.
Technofox pursed her lips. "I'm sorry," Technofox sighed. "Silver, it's not you. It's just that..." she gestured helplessly while Silverfox took off her shoes and socks.
"Tech, just tell her you're not in the mood," Firefox said. She took off her shirt, folded it and put it into a drawer.
"But I am," Technofox muttered to herself. She looked over at Firefox, who was taking her bra off. Firefox taking her bra off generally did lighten the atmosphere. The little vixen stared, and looked away when Firefox turned back towards them, as though Firefox didn't like Technofox to stare at her. "Your shirt's off," Technofox said. "Of course I'm in the mood."
Silverfox smiled; Technofox had started expressing that sort of thing more recently; Silverfox thought it was because she and Firefox had sort of hooked up. Silverfox looked at Firefox frankly, and not just at her face. Silverfox liked looking at Firefox naked. Firefox looked back and couldn't resist a smile.
Remember the first time we made love, Fire? Silverfox found herself thinking. She was glad for Firefox and Technofox, but she couldn't quite suppress the melancholy which came with knowing a lover preferred to spend her time with someone else.
Remember that lesbian porn video I downloaded for ideas? Remember how awkward we were with one another, remember learning how hard to bite, the first taste and feel of a woman against the tip of your tongue, how exciting it was to feel a kiss between your legs?
Oh, they had both learned, of course, and found other lovers; Firefox had gone to other women and men; but for Silverfox there had only been other women. Sometimes she wondered why they had each made different choices. Maybe Firefox had been so overwhelming an experience that she turned to other women to recapture it as closely as possible.
No, "choice" was the wrong word. Looking back, she couldn't think of a moment where she had "made that decision." Women had always attracted her; Silverfox couldn't look at another woman without imagining, however briefly, having sex with them. Sometimes, the thought was humorous, or off-putting, or nice enough to pursue: but whenever she had forced herself to think of it with a guy something inside her had recoiled away from the image. It had been repugnant.
It was odd that she had liked to imagine women wearing a strap-on when a real penis seemed as attractive as something extruding itself through a crack between two rocks in an aquarium. She could remember feeling that indifference and discomfort, but she couldn't imagine it any more. Now when she saw a dick or thought of one, she wanted to feel it go off.
Technofox grabbed Firefox, who pretended to squeal as Technofox pulled her down on the bed. Somehow, Technofox ended up on top, and was gently stroking the side of Firefox's face. Firefox's smile turned serious for a moment, and her lips parted slightly. Technofox lowered herself onto Firefox; their mouths clung. Technofox sat up, and looking down at Firefox stroked her breasts. Firefox gasped as a blunt claw found her nipple. The tip of Technofox's tongue flicked onto her lip.
"Mind if I play with myself while I watch?" Silverfox asked amiably.
Firefox suppressed a grin; Technofox didn't suppress hers. "You goof," Technofox said playfully, tossing her shirt at Silverfox. Silverfox caught it, and tossed it onto the other bed. She stripped, throwing her clothes into a pile with Silverfox's shirt, hanging her weapon harness carefully on the head of the bed. She gritted her teeth, annoyed: she had lost a magazine at the crime scene and she didn't think she had any spares.
Oh well. She climbed on behind Technofox, kneeling to keep her weight off Firefox's legs. Technofox turned her head, startled, but Silverfox pressed her head over the smaller fox's shoulders and used her snout to make her look back at Firefox. Firefox raised her hands to Technofox's breasts, stroking them as Silverfox's weight pushed Technofox against Firefox's hands. Silverfox put a hand between Technofox's legs; the little fox was already wet.
Technofox had four hands on her: Firefox caressed her breasts while Silverfox worked her between her legs and stroked her belly. Silverfox bit her shoulder lightly. She wasn't able to see her face, but Silverfox could gauge Tech's reaction by the way her little body moved, the way she breathed, the cries she choked back.
Technofox was close to the edge, she knew; moving her hips back away from Silver's fingers to prolong it. Silverfox kept the pressure up, quickened the movement of her finger, and bit harder, making it more intense instead of slackening off. Silverfox was rewarded almost immediately; Technofox gasped and fell forward, embracing Firefox tightly as she climaxed, squeezing Firefox in the afterglow.
"Thanks for the show," Silverfox said. "I'd pay to see you do that again."
A shy smile flicked over Technofox's face. Silverfox always liked making her feel happy. Technofox didn't always respond well to teasing. Firefox hugged Technofox, and turned to kiss Silverfox.
"I owe you one," Technofox said.
"Nah," Silverfox replied. "I think we're even." She put her arm over the two of them.
"Thanks," Technofox said. "Sorry, but I'm really tired."
Silverfox kissed her lightly, and looked at Firefox.
"Tech sandwich," she suggested.
"Good idea," Firefox agreed.
Technofox emitted a muffled squeak as the two bigger foxes converged on her.
Silverfox woke last. Firefox was gone, Technofox was dressed and reading a newspaper. The headline was "MASSACRE ON THE COAST!"
"Hey," Silverfox said, surprised. "Where did that happen?"
Technofox lowered the paper and stared at Silverfox inscrutably for several seconds before wordlessly raising it up again. Silverfox shrugged. Sometimes Tech got into funny moods.
Firefox came to the door; she opened it and stepped in: the smell of the coffee she was carrying wafted gently across. "The reporters are jumping on anyone who looks remotely like a Vix-Dix," she complained. "I practically had to pistol-whip my way past them."
"So what else is new?" Silverfox asked. "That's the price of being impossibly hot."
Firefox sighed and rolled her eyes. "Get dressed," she said. Instead, Silverfox took a cup from her. She tossed away the plastic top and breathed deeply. She could feel the caffeine vapors flooding her sinuses. The infrared pit sensor in her nose told her it was still too hot to drink, but it was still possible to have fun with coffee.
"I suppose a relaxing breakfast in the restaurant is out of the question?" Technofox asked.
"Afraid so," Firefox said. "Looks like we'll have to spring for room service."
"Or we could send David for takeout," Silverfox said.
"I'll ask after you get dressed," Firefox said.
"We should all get naked," Silverfox suggested. "Then he'd pay for breakfast."
"Silverfox," Firefox said flatly.
Silverfox snorted and pulled on a long T-Shirt. "You're still worried about staying professional with him? If you listen, you can hear his balls slapping against Shadow."
Technofox threw her paper onto the bed and stormed into the bathroom. Silverfox lifted her eyebrows at Firefox.
"She likes him, you know," Firefox said in low tones.
Silverfox snorted. "There's a relationship with potential."
"Chimera / Human relationships can work out," Firefox said flatly. "You're seeing Jerry, right?"
"I'm not talking about the dating - outside - your - species thing," Silverfox said quietly. "I'm talking about a boy looking for a nice bit of serial monogamy. And you're the girl's girlfriend."
Firefox stiffened. At that moment, Shadowfox slipped through the door. She was wearing a towel, clutched modestly to keep it from opening up. When the door closed, Shadow relaxed her grip and allowed it to gap. She opened her mouth to speak.
"Does David know we fuck?" Silverfox asked casually, in low tones.
Shadowfox blinked. "Uhm, what?"
"Sorry, I should be more clear. Does David know that you have sex with the three of us and Andrew?"
"And half of the Mafia," Technofox called out from the bathroom.
Shadowfox glared at the bathroom door. "That's professional," she said.
"And so is David," the bathroom door said.
"Yes. So?" Shadowfox asked, frowning.
"David knows what you do for the job," Silverfox said. "Does he know what you do for fun?"
"Uh, no," Shadowfox answered, obviously puzzled. "He thinks we're exclusive," she said, her expression wondering why Silverfox was bringing this up. "Professional stuff aside, of course. It's like the towel. He's seen me naked on stage, but for him I'm a little body shy."
"So that's what he likes?" Silverfox asked.
"...Of course," Shadowfox said, bewildered. "I'm being the girl he wants."
Silverfox turned to Firefox, satisfied. "There you go. See my point?"
Technofox opened the bathroom door and leaned out. "No."
"David wants a faithful lover he can take home to mother," Silverfox told her. "Not a woman in love with another woman."
Technofox froze.
Shadowfox nodded. "That's right," she agreed. "He understands my work but we don't talk about it. He wouldn't be okay with my sleeping with you guys, so I don't let him know about that. But why are we talking about what David wants in a relationship? What does that have to do with anything?"
"Shadow," Firefox asked before Silver could answer the question, "You have something to bring up?"
"Huh? Oh, right," Shadowfox said, trying to remember. "David and I are getting room service together, so you guys can have breakfast without us."
Technofox closed the bathroom door.
"What's with Technofox?" Shadowfox asked, exasperated.
"By Washington State law, chimerae models which meet certain thresholds are legally human," Nishinobu said. "So we're keeping the ... remains in the morgue."
"I knew I liked the Northwest," Silverfox said.
Nishinobu grinned briefly.
"How long till all the pelts are tested?" Firefox asked.
"At least a month," Nishinobu said.
"That long?" Silverfox complained.
Technofox nodded. "There's two hundred pelts. This will swamp every certified forensics lab between here and the Smithsonian."
"That's right," Nishinobu said. He looked at Silverfox squarely. "I assure you that this is being treated as a human murder case by the Washington State Police, with co-operation from the FBI and the RCMP." He turned and Silverfox rolled her eyes, which got her an elbow jab from Shadowfox.
He pressed the buzzer next to a bulky, environmentally sealed door. A light flashed green and the door shivered as bolts slid to the unlocked position. He turned a handle and cool, dry air flowed out past the jamb. "I'm told that we may not be able to identify the individual," he said, stepping through.
"The tanning process destroys most DNA," Technofox said. "Which means we can't identify individual chimerae from these pelts. That's tricky anyway, because most chimerae have clone-siblings. However, mitochondrial DNA can be extracted from a tanned hide. Since chimerae are cloned using human ova, it should be possible to trace the chimera to a specific ova batch. From there it's a process of elimination."
"Made more complicated because with a chimera, vanished doesn't usually mean dead." Firefox said. "It means run away." All of the foxes had runaway friends; Firefox was speaking for Nishinobu's benefit.
Nishinobu smiled. "Exactly. Investigating this is not a job for a human cop."
The room was chrome and white, the smell of formaldehyde so heavy in the air that the air itself was probably preserved. There were three examination tables; the tiger pelt was laid out on the largest, two jaguar pelts were on a second, arranged as though the examiners were trying to match the patterns, and on the third were the bones of a human leg, laid out in an anatomical pattern. They were very clean. Silverfox recognized the drawers: they were not only refrigerated, but maintained a pure nitrogen atmosphere. Similar technology had figured in Atlanta.
"So the chimerae don't get a drawer?" Silverfox asked, getting a second elbow jab from Shadowfox.
Nishinobu glared at her and pointed. "We're sort of cramped for space. We've got only six drawers and some guests from the north." He pointed over at the leg bones. "We had to move him to a table. It's not about species. It's a question of which remains need preservation more."
Silverfox was dubious, but silent.
"Do you want to see your work?" he asked icily.
"Yeah, thanks," Silverfox said brightly. "Especially the guy with the assault carbine. Did I hit him six for six?" she asked.
"...We found three holes." Nishinobu said slowly.
"He was a tough target," Silverfox said apologetically. "How was my grouping?"
"Not too good. Left leg, right arm, and head."
"Crud," Silverfox said, crestfallen.
"You'll have to excuse Silverfox," Shadowfox said. "She didn't get much sleep last night because she was very upset and remorseful over --"
"I'm sure she was," Nishinobu said dryly. "Mention that in the interviews."
"We'll see to that," Firefox said.
"Speaking of which," Nishinobu said, "for the moment, we're not releasing the fact chimerae pelts were found. The DNA tests haven't confirmed it yet."
Firefox looked at him sharply. "So you're telling me that all the reporters think an ICON operative killed four people who were smuggling illegal pelts? They don't know it's a murder investigation?"
"The press release," Nishinobu said firmly, "states that a police officer and ICON operative were in a gun battle in which four criminals were killed, with weapons fired on both sides. Believe me, we're making it damned clear that they opened fire."
Firefox set her jaw and nodded reluctantly.
"Does this mean I don't get to check my grouping?" Silverfox asked, disappointed.
"It costs around a hundred bucks every time they break the seal on one of those drawers," Technofox said. "Nitrogen atmosphere."
"Really?" Silverfox asked, surprised.
Firefox leaned down close to the two jaguar pelts. "Do they think these pieces might be from the same ... individual?" Firefox asked.
"We suspect it," Nishinobu said. He knelt down next to her. Silverfox noticed he moved to put Firefox's rack in view. Well, she didn't blame him. "The problem is that a jaguar pelt doesn't have a continuous pattern. With a tiger you can match up stripes, but with spots you're never sure. Frankly, at the moment we're not even certain those are from chimerae." He looked up. "We've found four different pelts which seem to ... match a bipedal body type. Tiger, a lion, and two canids. That's not conclusive, and it doesn't rule out that there might be more. These might be from a chimera, or it might be from a jaguar, or they might be from two individuals."
"It does beg the question of how a jaguar pelt got to Canada," Firefox said. "Or rather, why it was smuggled from Mexico and then back. Just be careful the pelts don't touch and cross-contaminate."
He sighed. "Yeah, that's a problem. But the thing is they were all packed up in trunks, so we're finding wolf fur in with the tiger's pelt. The samples we've sent off are scrapings from inside the dermal layer. Unfortunately, that means we had to pull a visible strip away. from the other side of the pelt." He gestured as though flipping the pelt over. "I don't like doing that, especially not when this might be a foreign citizen."
"I think we're talking about a closed-coffin ceremony anyway," Firefox joked.
Nishinobu's professional reserve flickered just slightly. "I'd recommend that."
Technofox was staring at the human leg, and frowning. "I'm not an expert," she said, "but this looks like a badly set break."
Nishinobu looked over briefly. "Good eye," he said. "Yes, those were found by a hiker last week. We think they belonged to a Native American who broke his leg in the forest. He tried to set it himself, but it got infected and he died."
Technofox looked up. "Does that happen often?" she asked.
"This happened three hundred years ago."
"Oh," Technofox looked down and shook her head. "Awful way to go, still."
"So," Firefox said, "I assume we're still on the case? Otherwise you wouldn't be showing this to us."
"I think you have a right to this," Nishinobu replied.
"I appreciate that."
Nishinobu looked over at her. "If the tiger was a high-order chimera, this is a transnational incident with a joint investigation carried out by the FBI and RCMP," he said. "However, there's obviously a component involving the non-human community, possibly chimerae who are moving about illegally."
"Why would they do that?" Silverfox stage whispered.
"I want ICON and your team involved in this investigation. But there's budgets, and questions of who will pay."
"Thank you for recommending us, sir," Firefox said, keeping relief out of her voice.
"Under one condition," he added. He jerked a thumb at Silverfox. "We talk to a judge in half an hour, and then there's a press conference. Your gun bunny needs to look convincingly upset about the dead Canadians in my city."
"Well, naturally," Silverfox said softly, "taking someone's life is always the hardest decision that a private security operative can ever make." She swallowed. "But Officer Jansen was under fire."
Electronic flashes popped. Given how good cameras were nowadays in low light, it was extraordinary that people still used electronic flashes. Silverfox looked away as though shy of the attention: actually, Technofox in the audience was pulling faces at her and Silverfox was afraid she'd start laughing. The judge nodded sympathetically.
According to the medical testimony, the prisoner running down the dock had only been hit twice. Silverfox pursed her lips: she had fired four rounds at him. It wasn't clear how many shots had hit the driver of the van. That didn't bother her, since she had been using a pistol for area fire. Still, her hit ratio was higher than anyone else in the team.
"You did well," Firefox said, thumping Silverfox affectionately on the shoulder. It was deliberately ambiguous. Someone listening might think she was being congratulated for not crying on the stand.
"Yes," Shadowfox agreed. She glanced around and continued, in low tones. "Still, I think you spread it just a little too thick. No offense."
"None taken. That's like me giving you pointers on the range," Silverfox said. Shadowfox grinned.
"Ms. Silverfox?" a man asked. Silverfox looked over. He was a bit taller than she was, with hair that was too long, a goatee and a badge that said PRESS.
"Yes?" Silverfox asked, thinking, \_Yeah, I'd do him.\_
"I'm with Seattle NewsNet," he explained. "I was wondering if you'd be available for an interview after the press conference."
Technofox looked up, blinked, and at Firefox. Firefox shrugged. "Well, certainly," Silverfox said. "And your name is...?"
"Devon. Clark Devon."
"Fine, Mister Devon," Silverfox beamed, nodding energetically. "Could we do it over lunch?"
"Uhm, certainly, Ms. Silverfox."
"Just Silverfox, thank you."
"Thanks -- please call me Clark."
"Oh, I will," she assured him. It was barely eleven hundred hours. The timing, she thought, might be a little tricky -- she'd need to keep him talking for the rest of the day and through dinner, probably.
He smiled and went off. "Tech," Silverfox said, "when is our flight back to Boston? Tomorrow at sixteen hundred?"
"Tomorrow at sixteen hundred," Technofox affirmed. "Rally time in the hotel is thirteen hundred. NewsNet -- isn't Victoria's father involved with them?"
"Wow," Silverfox said. "That means I had sex with Clark's boss' daughter? And I'm pretty sure I've got evidence of that on my hard drive..."
"I wouldn't bring that up," Shadowfox said gently. "It can be intimidating."
"I might be busy tonight," Silverfox said.
"Getting lucky?" Technofox asked.
"Luck's got nothing to do with it," Silverfox told her.
After lunch, she had asked Clark to show her around the city. The view from the Space Needle would have been nice if the slight drizzle didn't blot out the view to the horizon, but to her that hardly justified the enormous array of Space - Needle - Themed paraphernalia offered for sale at the base of the tower.
In fact, so vast was the human lust for Space Needles on hats, shot glasses, shirts, ceramics, playing cards, postcards, and salmon that they could not be contained in a single store, and had spilled into a number of shops all about the tower. It would be possible to live one's life using only artifacts which were associated in some way with the Space Needle, from brushing one's teeth with a Space Needle toothbrush in the morning, to eating meals of Space Needle-shaped pasta with Space Needle flatware from Space Needle dishes, to drying one's self off with a Space Needle bath towel before donning pajamas emblazoned with little Space Needles, matching those on the pillow case.
She saw a postcard with a hole in the middle of a what looked like a pattern of tight concentric circles embossed into the surface; she was assured that this postcard was a duplicate of one sold on that wonderful day when the Space Needle had first been erected, and had a song encoded somehow into the ridges. She wondered if the hardware needed to read the data existed anywhere on North America outside of a museum.
But she did send Technofox an email about the Science Fiction Hall of Fame, which had props they had used in some films she had seen. They didn't allow pictures, unfortunately, and Silverfox hoped Tech could find the time to swing by.
After that, they went to a burger joint nearby. The burgers were upscale and really quite tasty.
"If you don't mind my asking," Clark said, "were you trained for combat?"
Silverfox considered and stirred her drink wordlessly. Why, no, she imagined herself saying. I'm a secretary. Anyone grabbing a pistol for the first time is totally capable of taking out six armed opponents. Shit -- she had a gun sight wired into her brain.
She was quiet because she was dumbfounded. How could someone be that clueless? And she was a little offended. She spent a lot of time on the range and in simulations; she worked hard at her skills and was proud of them. She had friends who didn't know field of fire from recon by fire; but at least they respected her craft. She doubted that she and Clark would ever really connect on any conversational level. She couldn't help but feel a little bit disappointed. He did, however, have a nice butt, and she realized that it might be possible to salvage something out of the time she had already invested.
"Yes," she said, trying to keep a straight face. "Most law enforcement and security personnel get through their careers without ever drawing their weapons off the range, but I suppose my number was up."
He looked upset. "And you didn't volunteer for that?"
She sighed to herself. "I'm self-owning, which means I can change my job if I want to."
"But not originally," he said.
"Who is? Human minors have fewer rights than prisoners."
"Children aren't property."
"There's that. I was grown and trained to the law-enforcement specification," she said.
"Don't you think that's wrong?" he asked.
"I'm an artifact. We're created for a purpose," Silverfox said. "Otherwise, why would anyone bother?" She shrugged. "I'm a product, in the same way you're a chimpanzee."
Honesty, she decided, was probably a mistake. She needed to stop conversing with him, and instead, play him like a dating simulation. She should review possible responses and pick the option which was most likely to get her an invitation home.
He seemed baffled for a moment, as though he had never considered why artificials even existed in the first place. He drummed his fingers nervously, uncomfortably, and seemed to be trying to think of a way to change the subject. "Well, I don't know," he admitted. "I mean, I'm not arguing that you -- artificial intelligences -- shouldn't exist, but it seems to me that most of your problems come from people -- humans, I mean, not all people, -- treating you like you're products." He laughed. "And it's been a bad year for chimerae, hasn't it? I mean, Doctor Walton being assassinated in Atlanta, and they pin the killing on a chimera --"
Silverfox wanted to take a red-hot poker and ream the next human who expressed sympathy over Walton's death. Grudgingly, she had to admit that Lilith's life hadn't been a total waste -- although she didn't understand why Lilith had attacked Shadowfox after killing Walton.
Ah well -- she didn't spend a lot of time fretting over such things. Technofox and Firefox would point their fingers, and she'd pull the trigger. Which, she realized, was exactly the wrong thing to say if she wanted to get into bed with this guy.
"They outlawed indenture contracts in Washington State..." Silverfox said with a nod.
"On the other hand, there's that," Clark said with a laugh and a smile. Silverfox didn't answer. Technofox had been furious about that.
Indenture contracts were still one of the best ways out of slavery. Their friend Morgan had been purchased from the Federal government and now was working as an indenture in Illinois: in a few years he'd be self-owning. Without indenture contracts to guarantee a return, it made more economic sense to keep slaves in slave states. The ban on indentures in Washington State was a classic example of well-meaning people screwing things up.
But Silverfox didn't say that. Shadowfox was sleeping with David, and Firefox and Technofox would rather be alone, and Silverfox knew that if she didn't sleep with someone real, she would dream someone in bed with her...
And Silverfox was afraid of who might show up. | FSE |
Title: Ben's Party Ch. 02
Tags: party, m/m, oral, fun, domme/sub
Following the party on the Saturday, I felt very nervous going to work on the Monday. Or course none of the other works knew, but our boss - Margaret Bryant did - she was the one who had set me up for the evening, and taken me to places I had never dreamt of. And I knew it was only the start...
The reality was, she simply ignored what had happened, treated me exactly as if nothing had happened. Again there were anxious moments as Tony, Margaret's husband, came into the office on the Wednesday, but again, after 10 minutes stilted conversation we silently entered a mutual conspiracy to pretend nothing had happened, that we were friends just as before the party. Life at the office continued as if nothing had happened.
It continued through the next two parties, where again it was very similar - we served dressed as waitresses, we held hands when not busy. At the first party this time Tony sucked me off as I had to hold the eyes of my former primary school head teacher who was part of the "club." At the second party we both had to kneel on hands and knees as the other rubbed themselves off from behind, although there was no hint of anal penetration required. I wondered if one day we would have to...
Meanwhile at work things continued as normal. Margaret Bryant continued as if nothing had happened, and Tony and I kept our conspiracy of silence with each other. The other people in the office weren't even aware I had been to their parties. It was as I arrived at the fourth party that things felt a bit different...
On the Wednesday before the party Margaret was having coffee with Jean. Both liked the other, and even in the few minutes together they had developed a respect for each other. Margaret was explaining. "Barbara suggested you might be a good person to join our club, and has, I believe, at my suggestion, told you a little about our parties. Are you still interested? We would love you to join us." Margaret smiled naturally.
Jean was rather nervous. Since her divorce when her swine of a husband drank too much, beat her up and told her he was leaving for another woman (he was still doing probation for the incident, was with the girl friend and was history) Jean had been rather nervous of any deep or personal relationships. Barbara had thought that joining the "club" would be good for her.
Jean was quiet, her mind still churning everything around. Margaret talked further about the friendship, about the fun, chatter, entertainment. At last she asked Jean if there were things she wanted to ask.
Jean was hesitant. "Yes, I think I, might, perhaps, um... want to join, please?"
Margaret smile. "Let's make sure you know what we are about," she paused. "The group is erotic. Sexual. We do exploit men - in a nice way so they enjoy it as well. And we are not inhibited with each other, although there is no pressure to make any relationships physical..." Again she paused, before speaking gently: "You know what I am saying?"
"Yes" said Jean, quietly.
"There is one further thing." Margaret again spoke gently. She really liked this lady in front of her. She really wanted her as a friend. "We do have an initiation. It's very difficult, and very easy. It makes you one of us. It allows us to be sure you will be un-inhibited with us. And it also, I hope, allows you to walk out if it is not for you. But it is very embarrassing. And asks you to be...well, not sure how to put it..."
Jean looked uncertain again, and spoke hesitatingly. "What do I have to do?"
Margaret spoke very slowly, so as not to frighten Jean. "We have a couple of men who serve us. Tony - my husband, and another who is good friend of ours." Jean jumped at the mention of men, so Margaret continued reassuringly. "Don't worry, they are good men, and they will not do anything to harm us. They serve us at the parties."
Margaret paused. "Towards the end of the evening I will ask you if you want to go through with the initiation. You are free to say no and leave. If you stay we will turn all the lights out before we bring our friend in. It will be your task to, um, bring him off. Using just your mouth. Let him cum all over you. We will know by the sound whether, whether..." she paused, "Whether anything is happening..."
Jean looked startled. "Why? Why do that? Don't we control the men?"
Margaret smiled. "Of course we do. But this only happens once, at the beginning. It's a sort of sign that you want to be part, that you are prepared to be uninhibited. It's a sort of gesture that you want to give yourself to our group and our, um, our ethos. "
After a pause, Margaret continued. "Afterwards we will get someone to give you a lift home, and when you get home you are free to clean up..." You may as well do it at home because a lot of your clothes as well as your face may be covered with..., well, you know..." Margaret concluded, hesitatingly.
After a pause she finished her thoughts. "After that, you will be part of the club, and free to get involved as much or as little as you want."
Jean left the coffee shop very impressed by Margaret Bryant, wanting to be part of this club, yet, to do something erotic like this - it was beyond her experience - so far beyond her experience she didn't know if she could go through with it. Yes, she would go to the party, but she was sure she would, or should, or might, leave before the initiation. But they did seem very nice people. And yes, she would like to order a man around, perhaps a deep seated response to her treatment by her husband.
For Ben, Saturday evening came around as it had done previously. At six o-clock he found himself knocking on the door of the Bryants' home. Tony welcomed him inside. They chatted until Margaret appeared. Margaret explained what was expected of them that evening. Ben was surprised to hear about the initiation, and his part in it. Equally surprised to hear that he had to stay in the kitchen until the initiation. He was also surprised to hear it was his task to drive the new member home. Ben agreed willingly - it was his job to agree! There was one thing that puzzled Ben - about 9.00pm one of the ladies came into the kitchen and spoke to him, telling him he might get a special bonus after tonight...
For Jean, she arrived about eight, very nervous, although she was warmly welcomed and invited to sit by her friend Barbara. In a pause, Jean pondered - it was the best night she had had since being on her own. The women were friendly. The conversation was fun. The food was good. She had arrived certain she would leave before the initiation, but now not so sure. Suddenly at 10.30 she was faced with her choice.
Barbara had moved to another part of the room, and Margaret sat beside her. She spoke kindly to her.
"Jean, we would love you to be part of our club. We would love you to join. Will you do the initiation?"
Jean thought for a few moments, her reserve fighting desperately with her desire for friendship. At last the desire won. She whispered her answer. "Yes."
Margaret had to be convinced. "Jean, you are free to leave and we will think nothing the less of you. You sure you want to stay?"
Jean answered nervously, but with more conviction. "Yes, I want to stay."
Margaret stood to her feet and spoke to everyone in the room. "Ladies, our friend Jean has agreed to undertake the initiation." The rest clapped. Margaret turned to her: "Jean, you will need to kneel here on the floor, then we will turn the lights out."
Jean knelt, very nervously. Suddenly the light was out. It wasn't totally dark but was possible to see only the silhouettes of people, impossible to make out who people were. Jean heard a door open, saw a man being led over to where she was kneeling. He was definitely naked. She felt his warmth, then, felt him push against her - she was suddenly paralysed as she felt his already stiff cock gently pushed to her mouth.
Margaret whispered gently and encouraging. "It's time, Jean, you know what to do."
Tentatively Jean pushed out her tongue and let it touch the cock. She had only done this a couple of times before, and each time she moved away before the man - her former husband - came. This time she knew there was to be no pulling away. Suddenly Jean took her confidence in her own hands, and with her tongue began to run it up and down the front of the cock. She ran her tongue around, up and down, around the tip, even tasting the pre-cum. She knew she was having an effect as she felt the cock twitch against her face.
Suddenly, for Jean, the other people weren't there. She started becoming aware of what this man - whoever he was, liked, and did it again. She became aware of what made his cock twitch, what made him moan, and was suddenly proud that she could make him respond to her. Gradually she felt him trembling, and even took his balls gently in her hand. She heard him breathing heavily, then suddenly heard him cry out, felt his body shake, then felt warm liquid on her face, in her hair, dripping down onto her dress. She was stunned how much he produced - the cum seemed to cover her but she was determined. She did want this. She did want to be part of the "club." She did want the eroticism. With determination she didn't turn her head away, she allowed him to cover her.
After a few moments she was aware that the man was coming down from his orgasm. She heard Margaret tell him to go and get ready...
Jean felt Margaret put her hand under her arm and gently and affectionately lift her to her feet, and lead her out of the room. Margaret spoke to her. "I'll take you out to the car. It's a warm evening. We have someone to drive you home, and we will leave you there to get cleaned up. I'll call you tomorrow. Take care." Margaret led her to the car and sat her in the passenger seat, to wait, she thought, for one of the women from the "club," perhaps her friend Barbara, to drive her home.
After leaving the room Ben quickly cleaned up, got dressed and knew it was his task to drive the newly initiated member home. He walk out to the car, opened to door, sat in the drivers seat and looked towards his passenger.
"MUM?!?!?!?!"
Both were stunned. There in front of him sat his mother Jean, a striking looking woman of 45, her face, hair and blouse covered with Ben's cum!
"Ben." Jean gasped. "Ben, what are you doing..."
Their minds gathered, and it was Jean who spoke first. "Please take me home."
They drove the fifteen minute journey in silence. For Ben it was a confusing mix of feelings. Amazed at his mother being part of the group. Horror at what he had done to her. Disgrace at being caught serving these women. But there was just an inkling occasionally in his mind - he wished he had put his cum inside her... She was an attractive woman - slim, shoulder length dark hair, nice figure, well kept from cycling and walking. He had never thought of her in a sexual way before, thoughts that grew over the length of the journey...
For Jean the mix of feelings were similar. Horror that her son had found out. Shame that she had allowed him to cum all over her. Total and utter embarrassment at the events of the evening. Yet somehow she wanted to continue in the club - it had opened up parts of her she never knew existed. There was even a dark corner of her that wondered whether she could make love to her best friend Barbara from the club. But this - this was confusion. Unexpected. Embarrassing. So embarrassing she couldn't speak.
At last they reached the house. They went inside. It was Ben who had pulled himself together most. He was the first to break the ice. "Mum, perhaps you should go and clean up. Come back when you have and I'll have a mug of cocoa ready for you."
Jean didn't take long in the shower, then put on her nightdress and dressing gown and steeled herself to get the cocoa. They had to start talking soon, or the gulf between them would get bigger and bigger. She went back to the sitting room and Ben handed her the cup of cocoa. It was Ben who started chatting first, hesitating as he began.
"Mum, I'm really really sorry about this evening. I didn't know it was you."
"Sorry? But you would have done it to anyone joining? How can you be sorry?" Jean retorted.
Ben replied gently. "I'm sorry at the embarrassment I've caused you, the hurt I've caused you." Ben began to talk - telling his mother about how he became involved with the club, and with honesty about how he enjoyed the parties. He told her how it had made his relationship with girls - sex - generally much more intense, much better. He told her some of the things he had done at the parties. Told her how much he and Tony were friends, and no, he wasn't gay, but yes he found "making love to Tony," while the women watched, so hot. Then told her about the run-up to the party Jean had just been at...
At last Jean felt confident to speak. She told him about her loneliness since her husband had left; told him about how much she wanted friendship, but found men difficult to cope with for what her husband had done. She told him how much she enjoyed the club, and cried as she told Ben how she knew she would now have to leave the club. How she found the initiation so hard, but desperately wanted to do it, and do it well. Ben smiled - the first smile between them, as he said in response "Mum, you did it very well, very well indeed..."
Jean went bright red, but deep somewhere there was a sense of pride that she could do it.
At last there was a silence between them. After a couple of minutes she looked up from her lap straight into the eyes of her son looking hard at her. At last Ben spoke. "Come with me."
Ben reached out a hand, which Jean instinctively took. He led her unquestioningly to her bedroom, then faced her, stepped towards her - within seconds his mouth was pressed hard against her lips in a passionate kiss, as he pulled her body hard to him. He thrust his tongue between her lips, fenced with hers, and Jean found herself responding. Put her arms around her son, pulled him to her. After a few minutes they parted the kiss. Ben stepped back, then reached out and undid his mother's dressing gown and she let it fall to the ground. He caught the hem of her nightie and pulled it over her head. She allowed him...Ben was staring at his mother naked, beautiful in front of him.
Ben stepped forward, lifted Jean in his arms, carried her to the bed and placed her on it. With his tongue he began to explore her body. His tongue flicked her nipples which went instantly hard. His tongue encircled her beautiful breasts, he ran his tongue down her body and made her giggle as he tickled her belly button. He let his fingers tickle in her pubic hair, then whispered softly to her - "Mum, open your legs for me."
Jean hesitated, still nervous, but then slowly allowed her legs to open, revealing her pussy to him. His tongue renewed it's wanderings, gently running along the lips of her pussy, tasting her, then gently pushing between them, Ben noting how wet and delicious she was. He allowed his tongue to thrust deep inside her, and heard her moan in pleasure.
For several minutes he let his tongue plunge into her pussy, caress the lips of her pussy till she was squirming in pleasure, moaning uninhibitedly. At last he moved his tongue to her clitoris, caressing softly and rapidly. Within seconds her body was shaking, squirming: she screamed out over and over as her orgasm took over her body. Her orgasm never seemed to end, but eventually she did come down from her high.
After she had relaxed, Ben quickly removed his clothes, and had his by now stiff cock pointing at her pussy, the tip touching the lips. He whispered to her "invite me in."
Jean responded instantly - "please take me."
"More" demanded Ben.
Suddenly inside Jean a dam burst. The dam of inhibition broke, years of pent up repressed feelings exploded. She spoke loudly and forcibly: "Please take me. Fuck me. Put your cock in my cunt. I want my son fucking me..."
As she spoke Ben responded, he thrust his cock deep inside her wet pussy, Jean gasping as he entered her. Jean wrapped her legs around him, holding him tight. Ben spoke again: "you are my slut. What are you?"
The dam had well and truly burst. "I am you slut. Your whore. Your fucktoy. Your cunt. Your..."
Ben didn't hear any more, he began to slide his cock in and out of her pussy, faster and faster until they both screamed in orgasm together, Ben filling her with his cum...
Ben and Jean lay in each other's arms, Ben thinking his mother was a fantastic fuck; Jean wishing she had discovered this before. As they lay together, sleep took them over...
As Ben woke the next morning he looked at the clock. 9.00am. His mother lay next to him still fast asleep. Naked. It hadn't been a dream. Ben quietly left the bed and went to the kitchen to make breakfast - he often gave his mother breakfast in bed on a Sunday in any case. Just as the toaster popped the toast there was a ring on the doorbell. Ben went to answer it. Ben opened the door, there stood Barbara, looking a bit sheepish, a bit nervous.
Barbara spoke first. "Is it okay to come in?"
Ben looked severe - he put the act on very quickly. "Why would you want to come in?" he asked in a severe voice.
Barbara's confidence seeped away instantly. She stumbled over her words. "About last night..."
Ben gave her a severe look, then said - "you had better come in."
As they reached the kitchen, Ben spoke again. "It's not me you have the frightened of, it's mum. It's her you need to apologise to."
Barbara's confidence had disappeared completely. Ben continued in a harsh tone. "Tell you what. I will go and wake mum and tell her you are here. Bring the breakfast up in 10 minutes. It might be okay as a peace offering..."
Ten minutes later Barbara tentatively pushed open the bedroom door. Tentatively walked in. She heard Jean's voice speak. "Come in Barbara. Put the tray on the table. Come in and wait until we are ready."
Barbara walked in. Her eyes popped as she saw Jean on her back, Ben on top fucking her! Both were clearly well aroused. Jean's voice came out in gasps. "Don't move, Barbara."
Barbara stood transfixed as she watched Ben fuck his mother, something Jean was clearly enjoying. Transfixed as they both cried out together, reaching orgasm, Ben shooting inside her...
As they parted, they beckoned Barbara further in. It was Jean who spoke.
"There never was an initiation ceremony, was there, Barbara?" She paused. "You did this - with Margaret Bryant, deliberately. We were set up." Jean paused, then continued.
"Barbara - it was the best thing anyone has ever done for me. Thankyou."
Suddenly everyone was laughing. Ben was the first to speak. "So is my mum a member of the club?"
Barbara's reply was instant. "Oh yes. Mum and son - we'll have to see how it goes, but she certainly is a member."
"Okay Barbara," Ben spoke with a twinkle in his eye. "You did trick us, and a price has to be paid." Barbara was quiet again, a worried look on her face. "Simple - lick me clean," Ben pointed to his cock.
Barbara was stunned. Then took a tentative step forward. Then leant forward. Then slowly put her tongue to Ben's cock. Within seconds she was cleaning the mixture of his cum and his mother's juices from his cock.
"And when you've finished," Ben continued, "You can lick my mum clean as well. I think her clit needs extra care and attention..."
"Yes," said Jean and Barbara together... | literotica |
Title: coyote and pat by dbj_rab
Tags: Coyote, M/F, Rabbit, Straight
Coyote and Rabbit part 2
© by me, DBJ Use for commercial use is prohibited.
Coyote soon walked off, after getting off with Rabbit. He was looking for a female now. He thought of some of the creatures he saw earlier, and decided to try to see if he could trick one of them into sleeping with him.
He soon came upon the beach, and was looking for the female rabbit he saw earlier. He soon spotted her, with another and approached her.
"Hi. Great day today isn't it?" Coyote asked.
"Yes it is," the rabbit replied, looking up at Coyote's buff body, thinking "Holy cow, what a hunk!!".
"So, are you with anyone? Want to go for a swim?" Coyote asked.
"My aren't we bold. If you must know, I am single, and I would love to go swimming with you" she replied. "My name is Patricia. What's yours?"
"You can call me Fred."
"Okay, Fred. Nice to meet you. Let's go." Patricia responded.
They soon went into the water, and started swimming around, boasting who was the better swimmer. "I bet you can't swim all away towards those woods," Coyote pointed.
"Ha. I can swim there and back before you know it. What do you wager?" Patricia replied.
"At last," Coyote thought. "Now's my chance to see if she'll go for it."
"How about the loser gets to perform whatever sexual act they desire."
"My, feeling horny are we? Well, I don't know, my Mother wouldn't approve of this. She's old fashioned. But what she doesn't know won't kill her, especially if you use a condom." Pat said.
"Okay you're on. Let's go." She started to swim off towards the woods, before Coyote had a chance to react.
He quickly caught up with her, and then stroked harder to get ahead of her.
She cursed as Coyote went by, trying to catch up. She reached the shore, just as Coyote turned around to go back to their starting point. They quickly were head to head, but Coyote had an inch or so ahead of her.
"Damn, you're fast. Guess I lost, and I'll have to live up to my end of the bargain." Pat said.
"Okay, when do you want to do it?" Coyote asked.
"How about now? My mother won't be back for some time, as she's visiting some friends of hers at a camp site down the road.," she says, thinking "I can't wait to see what he looks like down there, if what I heard about Coyote's are true, then I'm in for a treat."
"Well, let's go some where we'll have privacy."
They soon left to go towards a small cottage deep in the woods. As they neared, they saw some other "couple" leave the cottage, a male bear and a male human.
"Well. It looks like we're not the only ones who know about this place," Pat said.
"hmm..." Coyote murmured. "Oh well, at least we'll have it to our selves now."
They soon entered, and Coyote noticed Pat began to undress from her bikini. Coyote stood still, stunned by the beauty that he saw. Her breasts were pretty big, and she had a cunt that was one to die for. He howled softly as she turned around so he could see her tight ass.
"What a bod." Coyote said.
"Thanks. Now it's your turn to show me yours." Pat said.
"Allright, but don't forget who's in charge here," Coyote said as he dropped his pants to reveal his 10" dick.
"Woah! I hope that doesn't impale me in half," said Pat.
"Heh. Don't worry. I'll try not to hurt you too much."
"Shall we get started?" Coyote asked.
"I want you to simply lay down on your back, while I explore your body, and then get on all fours when I tell you."
She soon laid back, as Coyote began to suck on her nipples. He then moved his tongue down to her belly, and soon her pussy. He licked it and parted the lips to send his tongue in deep. Pat gasped with pleasure as Coyote explored her clit. "Ohhh. That feels so good. Don't stop," she moaned.
Coyote then told her to get on all fours, and he lifted her tail up to sniff her ass. He then started to lick it as well, while stroking his throbing member to hardness. He soon couldn't stand it, and started to hump her. He soon positioned himself over her puckered hole, and started to push himself past her anal ring. Pat soon groaned as she felt Coyote pushing his dick up her ass.
He soon panted and grunted as he temped up his thrusts in and out of her ass. He soon growled as he spurted his seed into her ass, and as she felt him cumming, she climazed as well all over his paw as he played with her clit.
They soon cuddled in the afterglow, and Pat said, "Now it's my turn." She pushed Coyote back onto his back, and started to suck his dick, which soon became hard again. She then started to mount him, placing his dick into her pussy. She started to clench her cervix tight, and moved up and down on his pole. Both soon gasped and panted with sweat as both started to cum again.
Afterwards, they cuddled again, thanking each other for the "quickie" they gave each other.
They got dressed and left the cottage, to return to the beach.
"Well, that was amazing," Coyote said.
"Yes. We'll have to get together again sometime," Pat replied.
They soon parted their own ways, before giving each other a quick kiss and exchanging phone numbers and e-mail addresses.
The End.... | FSE |
Title: Bedroom Windows Ch. 03
Tags: pop felt, knew totally, morning jennifer, jennifer allowed, pop cock, young jennifer, shook shoulder, lou looked, closed bedroom, minutes jennifer
Henry, or Pop as he liked everyone to call him, sat down at the breakfast table to enjoy one of life's few pleasures left, a fresh cup of Joe and the morning paper. He was already pissed because the state took away his drivers license, and his freedom. Now he had to take the god-damned train to come visit his son and daughter in law.
A scowl crossed his face.
A few seconds later young yawning Jennifer Bracken padded into the kitchen. Pop always liked her. Bright, pretty, and energetic. She often reminded him of his late wife when they were first married. Even dressed in a pair of old flannel pajamas and half-closed eyes she radiated youthful beauty. His frown quickly changed to a smile as she shot him a quick 'Morning Pop!' and headed directly to the coffee maker. She poured herself a cup and they chatted for a few minutes about the weather and other mundane issues.
When she asked him if he needed a refill he nodded. Then something happened that turned his life upside down. When she leaned over to pour his coffee the neckline of her pajamas hung very low. Now, only inches away from his eye hung Jennifer's creamy white breasts. Not just cleavage, but everything including her puffy pink nipples. For the five or so seconds the vision lasted he couldn't pull his eyes away. When she stood up he knew she must have caught him staring and started turning red faced. But Jennifer just rubbed her eyes, put back the pot and headed out of the kitchen saying how she had to shower and dress for work.
For the first time in many months, Pop's cock started to get hard. At 67, Pop had long lost his sex drive. He hadn't had sex since his wife past 10 years earlier. In his only opportunity since then he had failed, losing his erection the moment he saw his 65 year-old girlfriend's wrinkled old body. But now he suddenly felt hard as a rock.
Jennifer closed her bedroom door and started the shower. She stripped off her pj's and lay naked on the bed. She was so wet she just had to rub her clit for just a few minutes. For 8 years she had been the devoted girlfriend and then wife to Mark, sharing her thoughts and body only with him. Now, in the span of a week she had allowed a teenager to voyeur, drug and rape her while his older brother showered her face with cum and fucked her in the ass. And just minutes ago she let her elderly father-in-law get a close up look at her titties. Did he like what he saw? Would he want to see more? Would he have dirty thoughts about her? She came hard, suppressing her moans as best she could.
Fifteen minutes after Jennifer drove off to work Pop was already stroking himself. The image of Jennifer's hanging breasts were entrenched in his mind. She never even realized the free show she had given him. For the first time since Mark brought home the budding 18 year-old Jennifer he tried to picture her completely naked. Shortly a thick stream of white cum began to flow slowly out of his rejuvenated cock.
At work, Jennifer again fought against her fantasy. Again she would lose. Other than work, her only distraction was to watch her manager Lou trying to grab peeks at any nearby female. She discovered one of his favorite tricks. He would often go to the desk of a female employee and stand behind her while pointing out work on the desk. His eye always, without fail, would be focused on looking down her shirt. He spoke with her often but couldn't remember if he had ever tried with her. She knew he would be around again soon. When she thought of how unexpectantly successful he would be she smiled.
Later that day she received a call from Mark. It looked like he would finally be moving back to days again. He would, however, have to go out of town until next Monday for final training. He apologized for leaving her stuck with his dad. He also asked if she could drop him at the train station on Friday as he had to meet with his estate lawyers and just maybe pick him up again Saturday. Noting his apologetic tone she eased his mind with an agreeable response. After hanging up her thoughts returned to Pop. She almost laughed out loud when she thought of his beat red face.
Mark was already gone when Jennifer got home, but Pop greeted her with a smile and dinner already made. Jennifer smiled back and replied that she had a tough day and wanted to take a long steaming hot shower and get changed.
She had already planned to leave the door open a crack. Even with only one inch open you could still get a nice view of the shower. She had also set the video camera under some clothes pointed at the door. She had to know if he was watching. As she showered she imagined him watching her and had to fight the urge to slide her fingers inside herself.
Since masturbating that morning Pop felt regret and shame. He decided to make dinner for her and shake off the dirty images that he had conjured. His orgasm took a lot out of him and he hadn't had a sexual thought all day since. That is until Jennifer had to mention a 'steaming hot shower'. The images returned.
A few minutes later he decided he 'needed' to get something from his room. As he slowly made his way up the steps he could hear the shower running. When he got to the top he couldn't help but glance left towards Jennifer's slightly open bedroom door. He stared at the crack for a moment. He hoped the shower would turn off and erase what he was thinking. It didn't. Pop found himself shuffling slowly towards the door. When he reached the door he carefully peered through the crack. He could see the bathroom and then the shower. Young Jennifer was inside sudsing herself up. Although the shower door was slightly opaque he could certainly make out all her naked parts. His cock grew hard for the second time that day. Pop stood transfixed watching his own daughter in law naked in the shower. He wished the glass was clearer. He wished he was in there with her.
Ten minutes later, behind a closed and locked door Jennifer brought herself to another silent orgasm. There he was, captured on video peeking through the door getting an eyeful of her. When she thought of the thrill he must have gotten she came again. She couldn't help but wonder if he would fuck her if he got the chance. She began to wonder how she might give him that chance. She dressed in a pair of short cut-offs and a tight tee shirt and spent the rest of the evening playing the naive tease.
The next morning as Jennifer got downstairs Pop quickly finished his coffee. She yawned and politely asked him if he needed a refill. She poured herself one and came over to refill Pop, giving him his free show at the same time. She then went on to explain how bad she slept with Mark out of the house. Pop suggested some sleepeeze or something. She shook her head no, then with a laugh added "I don't know, maybe. Its just that they knock me out like a light. I'll stop by the drug store on the way home." She didn't have to put the video camera out when she showered, she knew he was watching.
When Jennifer got to work she was disappointed that Lou was not in today. She had found a shirt that would gap nicely. "Lou missed a good show today" she sighed to herself. The day wasn't a total loss as she managed to give the UPS boy a nice view when she leaned over to sign for a package.
Her thoughts turned to Pop. She had his attention all right. She thought about the tree fort and him looking in the window but knew in his frail state he would never be able to climb it. She looked at the package of Sleepeeze she bought on lunch break. If Pop wanted to get any better look at her, it was going to be up close. Jennifer thought something else. From now on she was only going to pretend to be asleep. She knew she could pull it off. She only wished she could have been awake when Jake had fucked her. Her panties were soaking wet now. She wondered how someday she could get him to fuck her without him knowing who she was, perhaps Halloween.
Jennifer decided to leave work early as it was a gorgeous hot summer day outside. She also figured to throw on her new tiny bikini and soak up some sun. Maybe she could get Pop worked up enough to do a little night visiting.
Pop couldn't believe his eyes when Jennifer came out onto the deck wearing a very revealing bikini. He tried to act casual as she plopped in the lounge chair and began to oil herself up. He chatted idly about various things and pretended to be engrossed in his magazine. He knew with his dark sunglasses that she wouldn't be able to tell he was staring at her. When she mentioned about getting a sleep aide his mind began turn. Would she really be out like a light? He watched sweat begin to bead on her body. It trickled down between her breasts. "Not too big", he thought, "not too small, just perfect little peaches". He already knew she had puffy little nipples. He loved that. He loved her petite little hands too, they would feel so good wrapped around his cock.
Jennifer knew he was watching her intensely. She wished she knew what he was thinking. Closing her eyes she began to think of what outfit she could wear for work tomorrow. Big Lou might just see a side of 'Ms Ivory Snow' he never saw before. Lou was a large black man who seemed to be interested only in young white girls. She wondered if Lou had ever managed to nail any of the seemingly endless parade pretty young interns. She thought of his large black body on top of an innocent beauty. She thought of Lou on top of her. Jennifer felt like such a slut and she loved it.
Evening rolled around and when Jennifer took her shower she closed the door so Pop couldn't watch. "All part of the big tease" she thought. She put on a pair of baggie but cute pjshorts and a tank top and went downstairs.
Together Pop and Jennifer watched a few lame sitcoms before Jennifer announced she was headed to bed. She walked over to the kitchen counter and got her purse. Pulling out some things she announced, "Okay, I got my pills and my nightmask. Now I'm ready for some serious Z's". Pop laughed. She pretended to swallow some pills with a drink. Her hand was shaking with nervousness. Before heading up she snuck herself a glass of wine to take off the edge.
Jennifer slipped into bed and tried to find the perfect seductively innocent pose. She lay on her back her left hand off the side of the bed, her tanktop pulled up slightly revealing her belly. She pulled up the sheet so it only covered one leg, the other exposed with the shorts hiked up a bit. She then pulled on her sleep mask and waited. Would the gentle old man really come visit? Perhaps he would just look through the door. She closed her eyes and waited for the creaking of the top step.
About forty five minutes later she heard it. She had almost fallen asleep. Laying motionless she listened intently. She knew he must be looking by now. The wine had given her a nice warm buzz and was the only thing keeping her from jumping up when he knocked on the door. He called her name a few times in an innocent fashion. She then heard the door creak ever so slightly is he opened it. Jennifer's mind raced "Oh my god, here we go". A rush of blood streaked through her body.
"What the hell am I doing?" Pop thought to himself as he entered the room. He already had a pertinent question lined for Jennifer if she woke up. He walked up to the bed and called her name again. He waited for her to wake up and respond. She didn't. He couldn't believe how gorgeous she looked on the bed, her belly exposed, one magnificent leg uncovered. His son was so lucky to be able to climb on that body whenever he wanted. He shook her shoulder gently. Nothing. His cock had been hard since he decided to come up twenty minutes ago.
Jennifer's head just lulled to one side as he shook her shoulder a little harder. He called her name louder. Five minutes of name calling and soft shaking provoked no response. He shook her shoulder one last time but this time he left his hand there.
Pretending to be out seemed to be quite easy. Jennifer only hoped he wouldn't tickle her. He didn't. She wondered why he left his hand on her shoulder. She didn't wonder long as she felt it slowly slide down her chest until he was gently cupping her breast. The old man was copping a feel of his daughter in laws titty. She now knew that he would never forget this night.
When Pop felt her breast he almost came in his pants. He knew how oh so wrong this was but it felt so goddamn good. He felt her nipple stiffen under the thin material. His hand slid to her other breast and he fondled it until its nipple became stiff as well. Then with two hands her carefully grabbed the bottom edge of her shirt and slowly pulled it upwards. Unconsciously his crotch pressed against her hand. Now, bathed in the light from the hallway her bare breasts glistened.
Jennifer heard the unmistakable sound of pants unbuttoning and falling to the ground. His warm hand then returned to her bare breast and began kneading it. She couldn't believe this was actually happening. Then, his hand gripped her breast firm but gentle and she could feel a rocking motion to his body. He let out a low moan and she knew he was stroking himself. Suddenly, without realizing it, she moved her right hand down to her crotch grabbing the bottom of her shorts. She hadn't meant to do that but she had instinctively wanted to rub herself.
Pop stopped stone cold. He stood frozen, his left hand still clutching her breast his right clutching his cock. Was she waking up? He stood still for a full two minutes until he felt that it was just an unconscious movement. While he stood he did notice how her hand had hiked up her shorts even more. Slowly he let go of her breast, reached down her body and delicately lifted the loose pant leg. When he saw her neatly trimmed bush he let out a whispered "Wow!". If he hadn't have jacked off early that morning he would have blow his load right then and there.
Jennifer felt Pop expose her pussy and then start to stroke himself again. She wanted to see so bad but was glad she had on the mask as she surely would have peeked. She also knew that seeing his wrinkled old body would turn her off so she relaxed and waited for whatever came next.
Pop couldn't imagine what would happen if his son were to walk in right now and see him leaning over his unconscious wife. Just a few more minutes and he would shoot his load on the floor and he would be out of there with a great memory. Perhaps tomorrow when he went home he would bring back a camera.
Slowly he lowered his left hand onto her bush, his right hand returning to her tits. He inched in closer to the bed so that his cock rested in her open hand. He closed his eyes as he cupped her warm cunt, massaged her puffy nipples and rubbed his cock on her petite little hand. Maybe he would cum on her arm.
Jennifer moved again, spreading her legs slightly. Pop could now feel her lips part and he felt a wetness he never knew before. He slipped his finger in her.
His finger felt so good inside her. She moaned slightly and whispered "Oh Marky". At the same time she let her fingers wrap around Pop's cock. It was short and stiff. She knew where Mark had inherited his 4 and half inches from. Pop was even smaller. She didn't care.
Pop was scared now. Jennifer was in a state of semi-consciousness and she thought he was Mark. He almost decided to leave but her hand had a grip on his cock. He didn't move except that his finger kept moving slowly in and out of her pussy. He watched as she began to breath a little heavier. He began to hump her hand.
Jennifer knew he was about to shoot his load on her arm. She wanted to give him a greater thrill than that. If he was going to get away with molesting his daughter in law he should have the royal treatment. She licked her lips.
Pop heard "So good Marky" come from her lips as her hand clasped over his. She pushed his fingers further inside her. Then he watched transfixed as she shifted her body towards him and took his cock into her mouth. Never in all his 67 years had a woman suck him. Ss the warmth of her mouth surrounded his cock he knew what he had been missing. He felt her tongue swirl around the head of his cock and an intense orgasm began to well up within.
Jennifer forced his clumsy fingers onto her clit and began to cum. She sucked hard on his small cock, her tongue masturbating him with a steady rhythmic motion. She felt Pop spasm and let out a loud grunt. A small amount of warm cum flowed into her mouth.
Pop felt his knees buckle as he began to cum. It felt as though she was sucking it right out of him. He was surprised by his own loud grunt but Jennifer seemed oblivious to it. One last shiver sent his last drop into her mouth. Slowly he pulled his already deflating cock from her lips. She had stopped moving, laying her head back down and releasing her grip on his hand.
Pop stood and watched her for a few minutes as she seemed to be in a deep relaxing sleep. He carefully pulled the sheet up over her.
Shortly after Pop closed the bedroom door Jennifer slid her fingers deep inside. She knew Pop would have his little cock in her cunt before the weekend was out. She imagined him pounding her with a monster cock, dumping loads of cum within her. She could still taste his cumm. An intense orgasm ripped through her body. She wanted to scream.
In the morning Jennifer took her time getting dressed. It was Friday dress-down day at work. She finally settled on a white tennis shirt and some cute shorts. For the first time she thought about going braless. In the mirror she decided the thick white material pretty well hid that fact. That is, unless you were looking down from above.
Pop was way too nervous to face Jennifer in the morning. He avoided the morning coffee and only spoke when it was time to leave. He was incredibly relieved by Jennifer's jovial mood. She was totally oblivious to what had happened last night. As they drove to the train station he watched her lips as she spoke. He tried not to picture how they looked as they were wrapped around his cock. Although the vision would never leave him, he would bring back a camera as he knew he would have to have her again.
Jennifer settled into work and tried to get stuff done despite all the thoughts roaming through her head. She could now add 'sucking off a senior citizen' to her bad girl list and wondered if soon she could add 'letting a black man gawk at her titties' to it. Lou would be in shortly and hopefully she would have her answer.
Lou came in around ten. He loved dress down day as it usually meant the young interns would wear tight tee-shirts or something similar to entice his imagination. He scanned the room as he made his way to the office. He knew his smiling greetings easily covered his lecherous thoughts. As he entered his office he noticed Jennifer's legs out of the corner of his eye. She was engrossed in some work so didn't realize he was looking at her. He sat at his desk and thought of Ms Jennifer 'Ivory Snow' Bracken. He couldn't remember her ever wearing shorts before. He would definitely have to get a closer look. Although he liked them under twenty years old he loved her innocent naive quality she had. She was always proper and never gave peeps of what was underneath. He peeked around the corner at her again, this time noting the open buttons on her shirt. He searched his desk for a reason to stop at her desk.
Jennifer had a feeling that Lou was watching her but was still shocked that it was only five minutes after his arrival that he was heading towards her desk. Perhaps it was just a coincidence. She smiled and meekly greeted him.
Lou returned her greeting and set some papers on her desk. As her gaze turned to the papers his turned to her tanned legs. He admired them for a moment before pointing out some questionable numbers from another employee on the pages. He watched her nose crinkle as she thought about the problem. He adjusted himself behind her slightly and leaning over her shoulder suggested looking at the other papers. As she scribbled some numbers Lou looked down. It was more than he could have hoped for. Not only wasn't Jennifer wearing a bra but he could see most of her creamy white breast. Leaning over a bit further he watched as her puffy pink nipple came into view.
Jennifer finished her corrections and handed the papers back to him. She apologized for her fellow employee and asked Lou to not be too hard on them. She smiled sweetly and Lou agreed. He thanked her for her keen eye and asked if he could come back later with some other questionable work.
Five times during the day Lou returned to Jennifer's desk and five times did he get more than an eyeful of her pert little titties. Jennifer couldn't wait to get home to rub herself off.
Something better came up.
Around four o'clock talk of going to El Coyote for marguerites went around. When the girls came around to her desk Jennifer thought it was a great idea after all she'd have all night to think about Pop jamming his little cock inside her.
Jennifer had a great time at El Coyotes with most of the work crowd arriving. She had a few drinks but knew her limits. She also noticed that Lou had joined the party at some point but was a few tables away. After an hour or so to crowd peetered out with most leaving to go home to their families. Lou had ended up not only at her table, but right next to her. He even made it a point to praise her on her work that day making her blush.
Lou kept an eye on Jennifer as they continued to drink. His interest peaked when someone asked if her hubby had gotten his new job and she replied that he was still away on training until Monday. He thought of her naked, all alone in her bed. How he would love to suck on her titties. He knew, however that she was totally faithful to her hubby and never showed the least bit of interest in any of the male co-workers, least of all him. Still, he wished for one last look down her shirt.
Jennifer note the attention Lou was giving her but played it off in her own naive way. She wasn't sure where this was leading but it was getting interesting. She already knew how easy it would be to get Lou to fuck her but just bringing him home and 'cheating' just wouldn't do. She'd have to pull it off in her own 'special' way. She started to act drunker than she really was.
One of the men ordered a round of tequila shots for everyone. Jennifer managed to secretly spit that one back into her own drink. She was already partly wasted and knew a shot or two would take out her of control. She managed to fake many a drink.
By six o'clock the party had whittled down to four people, Lou, Jennifer and a married couple. They were all laughing, especially at Jennifer's slurred words and drink spilling. Lou ordered a last round of shots for the road. He was amazed at how much the young wife could drink.
When Lou went to the bathroom the couple suggested that Jennifer should call a cab but Jennifer, showing new signs of sobriety talked them out of it. Lou joined them again and they all headed out the door. The couples car was right out front and they said their good-byes. As Jennifer and Lou headed around the corner to the back lot Jennifer again became 'unstable' on her feet. When they reached Jennifer's car she had a laughing fit when she couldn't get her keys in the door lock. When Lou sternly told her that he would give her a lift home she agreed. It was working out perfectly.
Although her house was less than ten minutes away Jennifer pretended to fall asleep in Lou's car.
Lou looked at Jennifer asleep in the seat next to him. He thought of how easily it would be to reach over and grab her tit. He would give anything right now to fuck her. His cock began to grow hard in his pants. Evil thoughts ran rampant though his mind.
When they arrived at her home Jennifer 'allowed' herself to wake up just enough to have Lou help her inside the house. She plopped down on the couch and asked him if he could get her a glass of ice water. As he went into the kitchen she lay back on the couch and closed her eyes. She had drank far more than she intended to and could have easily fallen asleep. So far none of her 'men' had failed to take advantage of her. She hoped Lou would be just as sleazy.
Lou wasn't surprised to find Jennifer snoozing on the couch when he got back to the room. He knew how totally wasted she was. He set the glass down and called her name but got no response. He stood over her and shook her shoulders. Her eyes opened briefly in an unfocused gaze.
Lou stood back and took the whole situation in. There on the couch was a pretty petite white gal who was lost to the world. She had kicked off her sandals and he got a good look at her tanned bare legs. Lou recalled the creamy whiteness of her breasts and longed to see the same contrast of her tan outlining her pussy.
Regaining composure for just a moment and decided to go about the house to lock the doors and make sure no one was home. He was back at the couch in less than two minutes.
"Okay Ivory Snow your time has come."
The words hit Jennifer hard and she felt herself get instantly wet. A moment later she felt his two hands roughly groping her tits. She knew this wasn't going to be slow motion like it was with Pop.
Lou kneeled next to the couch to get better access to the beauty. It took only a moment more before he had her shirt pulled up over her tits. He sighed approval and began to massage them. His cock began to grow uncomfortable in his pants so while his hands went to his zipper to release his 'beast', his mouth went to her chest. He savored the taste of her puffy nipples and grinned when they started to get hard. He gently bit on one of them and heard her whimper in her sleep.
Jennifer was amazed at how little time Lou wasted. Still with her eyes closed she swooned when he sucked on her nipples. She felt him kiss down her belly to her shorts. She knew what was coming next.
Lou stood up and took off his pants and his shirt and stood naked in front of her. He stroked his cock a few times and then leaned over and unzipped her shorts. He then got down on the couch at her feet and slowly worked off her shorts. He stood up again, tossed her shorts on the floor and admired her. He loved what he saw. Young Jennifer lie totally exposed, her one foot on the floor, her other on the arm of the couch, legs spread nicely. Kneeling down in front of her he headed hungrily to her pussy, diving in tongue first.
Jennifer's hips began to move uncontrollably as the long tongue invaded her. She felt orgasms begin to build and almost decided to 'wake up' but thought better of it. She heard his mumblings of how sweet her pussy was along with other assorted four letter words. She was just about to cum when she felt his tongue lick and probe her ass. As he entered her virgin ass she began to buck and cum on his face. Lou laughed.
"You're so fucking drunk you have no idea you're about to be raped."
But she knew, and her body quivered at the thought. She wanted so bad to open her eyes and look at the cock that was about to pummel her.
Lou kneeled on the couch between her legs. He stroked his cock as he stared at the sleeping beauty. He leaned in and placed the head of his large black cock against her white pussy. He smiled at Jennifer's breathless gasp as it slowly disappeared within her. There was nothing Lou liked better than the snug wetness of a tiny white girl. His cock now deeply embedded inside he gently grabbed her tiny ankles and lifted them to his shoulders. His powerful arms moved to her sides as her legs were bent back and spread. He began pumping.
Jennifer had never ever felt anything like that before. She could barely keep from screaming when he entered stretching her as none before. When he spread her legs and began pumping it felt like a dream.
"If only your husband could see you now", Lou whispered between breaths. His sweat now dripping down on her chest as he continued pumping.
For a time the only sound to be heard was Jennifer's gasps, Lou's grunts and the loud rhythmic slapping of flesh.
The pace suddenly quickened.
Lou leaned over her completely now pressing his face into the cushion beside her head. His hands slid down under her ass and began to pull her up as he rammed down into her. "Time to fill you up girl". He fucked harder and faster.
With his head next to her in the cushion Jennifer allowed herself to peek. Leaning her head to the side she could see the reflection in the glass of the stereo. She saw the large black body that enveloped her, her seemingly tiny legs that shook with each pounding. She began to come again.
So did he. Grunting loudly he grabbed her ass hard he pulled himself deep inside as his cum flowed in to her. He slowed. He felt her cunt tighten around him and his body quivered, his twitching cock spurting out its last drops.
Jennifer felt his heavy body lift off of her as he pulled out. She hung her head to the side and she continued to feign a drunken stupor. As his cock left her she felt an emptiness. Again she considered waking and having him fuck her all night long. She could feel his cum begin to run out of her. She wondered what he would do next, perhaps even carry her up to her bed.
Lou stood next to the couch and stared down at her. Cute innocent white girl, so prim and proper laying there legs spread wide as a thick white stream of cum drip out of her gapping pussy and onto the couch. He whispered a single word, "Priceless." He looked at his watch and sighed. "Damn bitch 'ill be wondering about me, best be gettin home now."
He got dressed and then clumsily dressed Jennifer best he could. She couldn't help but giggle sleepily from his touch as he took a blanket from the rocking chair and covered her up. She snuggled into a comfortable position. In the kitchen he scribbled a brief note apologizing for letting her get so drunk and offered to pick her up the next day to get her car. Later, in his car he chided himself for not sticking his cock in her mouth. Then he laughed to himself as he knew she'd be taking 'dicktation' from his sooner or later.
Jennifer sat up as she heard Lou's car drive off. Her head was swooning from the alcohol she did drink and her body was swooning from being ravaged. All she could do was to slowly climb the stairs and into bed. Her last thought before drifting off was that most of Lou's load was still deep inside her.
The next day brought many thoughts to young Jennifer. She was amazed at the lack of guilt she had, perhaps it was that she was wanted, no, craved more sex. She didn't know how long it was going to last, but it was there and it was controlling her. She knew she had to pick up Pop today and maybe somehow she'd let him fuck her tonight but she didn't want to pretend to be sleeping, she just wanted to be fucked hard and long by a stranger...or strangers. Somewhere where no one knew her.
*more in part 4...* | literotica |
Title: How Mom Made Him State Champ Ch. 03
Tags: mother, son, milf, older woman, younger man
"So how was the hand-job?" Gail asked her sister as they spoke on the phone.
"You mean hand-jobs?" Michelle answered.
"You got him off more than once?" Gail asked.
"I got him off twice in the shower, twice in bed last night, once this morning and twice on the car right home. I believe that makes seven if I'm not mistaken." Michelle said proudly.
"Holy fuck, Michelle. Seven orgasms? Are you serious?" Gail exclaimed.
"He's like the energizer bunny. He just keep going and going and going." Michelle giggled.
"Oh my God, Sis, I want him." Gail said.
"Well, funny you should say that. Guess where his next match is?" Michelle asked.
"Get the fuck out." Gail said.
"Yep, Coleville High. Right down the street from you." Michelle said.
"Oh my God, that's so cool, Michelle. You guy's have to stay at the house." Gail exclaimed.
"I don't know, Gail...if he wins we're gonna need some privacy. Maybe it would just be better if we got a room again." Michelle said.
"Don't be insane. I'll get rid of Steven and the girls for the night. It'll be just the three of us." Gail said.
"Fine, but remember, he can't fuck either one of us. Not yet. This time it's blow-jobs only." Michelle explained.
"Can he ride my rump?" Gail asked.
"Blow-jobs only, Gail. Remember, you're the one who's been preaching to me about setting limits and as hard as it's been I think I've done a pretty damn good job not letting things get out of control." Michelle said.
Jacob arrived home from school and found his mom in the kitchen preparing dinner.
"Hey, mom." He said.
"Hey, handsome. How was practice?" She asked.
"Good. Coach taught us a few new moves. Can I try one on you?" Jacob asked.
"Sure, why not." Michelle said, turning to face her son.
Jacob moved slowly towards her and threw one of his arms around her waist.
"You move towards your opponent and get an arm around them like this." He said.
"Uh-huh." Michelle said, playing along.
"Then, you pull them against you, like this." He said, tugging his mom forward until her big tits bounced against his chest.
"Okay, then what?" Michelle asked teasingly, sliding one of her bare feet up the back of Jacob's calf.
"Then I give them a big kiss on the lips." Jacob said.
"Well...I guess you better make your move then." Michelle said, gazing into his eyes.
Jacob gave his mom a slow sensual kiss on the lips. Their lips parted and there tongues flailed together for a few seconds before Michelle broke it off.
"You're getting good at that." She smiled.
"I had a good teacher." He said.
"You better be careful. Mom may have a few moves of her own." Michelle said seductively.
"Will you show me one." Jacob smiled.
"Well, first...I'll wrap my arms around my opponent's neck, like this." Michelle said, throwing her arms around Jacob's neck.
"Then, once my big mommy-boobs are squashed against his chest..." she started, then, jumped up off the floor, wrapping her legs around Jacob's waist.
"...I'll wrap my long matronly legs around his waist trapping him between them." She said.
Jacob's hands went to his mom's thighs to help support her weight. Michelle had on a three-quarter length sundress, which had now ridden up, exposing most of her long silky-smooth legs as they coiled around Jacob's waist.
"Wow, that's a pretty good move, mom." He said, now looking slightly up at her.
"I'm not finished." She smiled.
"You're not." He smiled.
"Now that I have my opponent right where I want him, I move in slowly and whisper sweet nothings into his ear." She said, moving her lips to his ear.
"Win this week so I can suck on you." She whispered.
Michelle's words made Jacob's knees go weak and he stepped backwards. When the back of his legs hit the chair, he quickly sat. Michelle let out a playful yelp as she went down with him, the swell of his boner now crushed against her nest.
"Well now, Jacob Little, I believe your mom just got the take-down." She joked, gazing down at him.
"Yeah, but haven't pinned me yet." He said.
"Oh I haven't huh." She said, grabbing his arms.
Michelle slowly tucked Jacob's arms behind his back, thrusting her breasts against him, Jacob marveled at the way her boobs were now pancaked against his chest, her face now hovering over his.
"I do believe, dear son of mine, that your mom has this match won." She said.
"I think you're right." Jacob muttered.
"So what do I get for winning a match?" She smiled naughtily.
"What do you want?" He asked.
"I wanna sit on your face." She said in a serious tone.
"You do?" Jacob gulped.
"Yeah, I do. All those orgasms I've given you the past few weeks, I think I deserve at least one. So what about it, handsome, wanna smooch with the pooch?" She asked.
"Okay." Jacob muttered, his heart pounding in his chest.
Michelle slid off her son and held her hand out.
"Come on." She said.
Jacob took her hand and Michelle led him into the living room. Jacob couldn't take his eyes off her big bubbly ass is it swayed invitingly beneath her skirt.
Michelle stopped in front of the sofa and faced her son, taking both his hands in hers.
"As you get older you're going to learn that the entrance to a girl's heart is between her legs. A lot of young princess may knock at the door, but only a few come with that glass slipper." She explained.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"What I mean is most boys grow into adulthood without knowing the slightest thing about a woman's vagina. You're not going to be one of those boys, which, my dear, is going to give you the advantage." She said.
Michelle reached under her skirt and peeled off her panties. Jacob watched them fall down her legs and one of his mom's cute little bare feet kick them aside.
Michelle sat on the center cushion of the couch.
"Come over here and kneel down in from of me." She said.
Jacob did as his mom asked and Michelle sat back on the sofa, with her ass still resting on the edge of the cushion.
"Are you ready? I want you to watch this." She said.
"Okay." Jacob said.
Michelle brought her knees together then lifted her feet from the floor and didn't stop until her knees rested just under her chin. The skirt fell loosely at her midsection revealing everything from the waist down.
Jacob gawked at his mom's bulging clam-shell. It was slightly swollen and as bald as a baby's ass. Her big brown butt-hole winked at Jacob, as if to say "someday you'll stuff me with your meaty pecker."
Michelle extended her legs upward so that her toes pointed at the ceiling, then, slowly, she lets her long legs part and the gates of heaven opened before her son's eyes.
Jacob was amazed at how limber his mom was. Her legs were spread completely apart, slightly thrown back into an almost impossible position. Her cute little toes were pointed in completely opposite dirctions.
"Do you like that, sweetie. When a woman does this it's called 'spread eagle.' She said.
Jacob eye's traveled down one of his mom's bare legs, which seemed to go on forever. When his eyes met her snatch he literally gasped.
"Wow." He muttered.
Michelle's outer clamshell had now parted, revealing the thick fleshy peddles of her inner labial meat. Jacob could also see the protruding nub of her clitoris.
"Those things that look like lips, those are called the labia. Your Aunt Gail and I call them our 'meat curtains.' When you peel them apart..." Michelle said, parting her curtains with two fingers.
"You can see the vagina. Come up close to it so you can see down inside. It's not gonna bite, sweetie," she giggled.
Jacob came close so he could peer down the first few inches of his mom's creamy fuck-hole.
"Keep in mind that if you win state, that's where you're gonna put your penis, right down deep inside that little hole." She whispered, smiling down at him warmly.
Michelle pinched her clit between her fingers, making it balloon with blood.
"This is a woman's clitoris. It's very sensitive. If the vagina is the door to a woman's heart, this little thing is her door-knob. Turn it just the right way and you're in." She smiled.
"That's so cool." Jacob said.
"Now that you've met the pooch...ready to learn how to smooch?" She asked.
"Yeah." Jacob said.
"Do you remember what my tongue was doing to yours when it was in your mouth?" She asked.
"That's what your tongue needs to do with my clitoris, okay. Go ahead, mom will guide you along." She said.
Jacob brought his face against Michelle's vulva and began to work his tongue clumsily across her clitoris. The pungent aroma was making his head spin.
"There you go, sweetie. That's it, roll your tongue across the clit." She said.
Jacob's chin sunk into Michelle's steamy groove as he lapped at her cunt.
"Right under my clitoris, where the labia meet, there's a little hood. Work your tongue down underneath it." She said.
Jacob found the spot his mom was talking about and he felt her body react instantly by giving out a little shiver.
"That's it. Right there. Ohhhh you found momma's hot spot. Let your tongue flail against it." She panted.
Jacob found that he had the ability to flutter his tongue really fast. He soon felt right at home working his mom's little love-button. He gasped for a second, coming up for air, but like a wild animal feasting on fresh meat, he went quickly back to work.
"Remember what I taught you when we were making out. Breath through your nose, love." She sighed.
Jacob followed her instructions and his tongue flailed wildly against her magic spot. Michelle legs began to convulse a little.
"Oh G-God, baby. You are a quick learner." She exclaimed.
"Put my meat curtains into your mouth and suck on them." She said.
Jacob did as he was told sucking his mom big fleshy peddles into his mouth and nursing like a baby.
"Now while you do that, let your tongue snake between the lips so you can lap at my hole." She said.
Jacob was a natural, He kept his mom's labia tucked next to his cheeks as he dug his tongue along Michelle's vaginal opening. She ran her fingers through his hair.
"Oh, sweetheart, you're doing so good. Keep working that tongue. Don't let up." She said.
Jacob lapped at his mom's honey-pot relentlessly, savoring its sweet taste. After a minute of this he heard his next direction.
"Oh God, lick my butt-hole, Jacob." Michelle moaned.
Without hesitation Jacab fluttered his pink snake across Michelle's puckered anus, digging at the hole with the tip.
"Clit." Michelle squealed.
Jacob responded immediately going directly back to her secret spot. As he ate the pussy of his dreams Jacob peered up and saw that his mom had her head tilted. Her eyes were rolling back in her head and her mouth hung wide open, panting desperately.
"M-Meat curtains." She said.
Jacob responded in a flash, sucking her fleshy lips into his mouth, his tongue already diving for her heavenly hole. After a minute or so of this his mom made her next request.
"Butt-hole." Her voice whined.
Jacob's tongue began to lash sloppily at his mom's shit-lips. It wasn't long before he noticed how her body began a little quiver.
"Oh God, sweetie you're gonna make me cum." Michelle groaned.
"OH GOD, CLIT...HARD AND FAST!!!" She yelled.
Jacob's tongue went right to her sweet spot and went into overdrive. He peered up one of his mom's legs and saw her clinching her toes.
"Holy shit, I'm making my mom's toes curl." He thought.
Michelle's head caught Jacob's attention as it rolled forward. His mom's beautiful face was now red and contorted wildly. She grunted, her legs quivering as she was struck with a massive orgasm.
"OH FUCK, I'M CUMMING!" She screamed, her cunt bucking against Jacob's face.
She wrapped her legs around her son's head, trapping his face against her sex. Jacob couldn't breathe at all now, his mouth and nose buried in pussy meat. His tongue never stopped. He kept it flailing like a madman, his mom's body reacting as it beat against her clit.
Jacob had no idea how long she kept going. It seemed like forever. His mom finally released her grip and Jacob fell onto the couch beside her, gasping for air.
"That was awesome." Jacob said as he finally caught his breath.
"You're a quick learner, sweetheart. I do believe my son is a natural pooch smoocher." Michelle said as she sat up on the couch.
"Hell yeah, I could do that all day." Jacob said excitedly.
"Oh God, I've created a little sex hound. Like mother, like son I guess. " She giggled.
"So you're a sex hound too?" Jacob asked.
"Haven't you figured that out yet? There's only one person I know of that's as sex crazy as your mother and that's your Aunt Gail." Michelle smiled.
"She's pretty like you too." Jacob said.
"Well, I'm glad you think so, because if you win this week you'll probably have her lips wrapped around your penis too." Michelle said.
"Really?" Jacob's face lit up, his bone-hard cock flexed in his shorts.
"She's gonna get rid of your Uncle Paul and the girls and we can stay at her place after the match. Think you can handle being smothered by two big breasted sisters all night?" She smiled.
"Hell yeah." Jacob muttered, his heart fluttering with excitement.
Michelle noticed her son's raging bulge. She ran her long nails along the top of it sending an electric jolt to Jacob's balls.
"Oh, does my baby have a big boner? It wants to snuggle somewhere wet and warm, doesn't it." Michelle asked in a cute little girl voice.
"Yeah." His voice quivered.
"It wants to worm into momma's throat and squirt all sorts of baby-syrup into her tummy doesn't it, sweetheart." She asked.
"Mom, are you sure it's not too big to go all the way into your mouth." He asked.
"Oh, baby, don't you worry. You don't have anything your mom can't handle." She smiled.
"Yeah, but won't it choke you...I mean, if it goes all the way into your mouth?" He asked.
"You really don't believe me, do you?" She said, giving him a naughty smile.
"Well, I don't know. I just..." Jacob muttered.
"Pull down your shorts." Michelle said.
Jacob didn't have to be asked twice. It one motion he pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees. His cock was big and meaty. A spider-web of bulging veins ran along his lengthy shaft as it stuck straight up like a flagpole.
Michelle brought her legs onto the couch and knelt beside her son. He watched as she tied her hair back into a pony-tail and then lowered her face to his lap.
Jacob watched in awe as his mom opened her mouth and lowered it down over the head of his cock. The first two inches disappeared before he felt the side of his pecker sliding along the top of her tongue. He felt his bell-shaped head kiss her soft palate, worming right past it. Michelle let out a quick gagging sound as her son's cock popped into her trachea.
Jacob's watched the final three inches of meat disappear between his mom's big pouty lips. He felt her bottom lip rest against his scrotum, creating a tight vacuum seal around his teenaged cock.
Michelle tilted her head a little so she could peek up at her son. She looked into his bewildered eyes and winked, as if to say "I told you so."
She brought her hands up, letting her full weight come down on Jacob's dick which caused her to swallow another meaty inch. Jacob could hear her gagging on his dick as her lips stretched over the root, kissing his pubic bone.
Jacob's cock-head ballooned as the skin on his shaft was pulled tight, stretching it to its maximum length. Pre-cum trickled from his piss-hole.
Suddenly, Jacob heard the garage door open. He knew it was his father, but his mom didn't seem to budge.
"Mom, dad's home." He sighed.
Michelle still didn't move. She kept her son buried to the balls and began to hum softly. The vibrations it caused on Jacob's cock was absolutely amazing.
"Oh God." He muttered.
He heard his dad's car door close in the garage and began to panic.
"Mom, dad's in the garage." He said.
Still Michelle didn't budge. She kept her son's manhood trapped in her throat and continued humming. Jacob's felt like his cock was encased in warm vibrating butter.
He heard the door in the kitchen open.
"Hello, I'm home." He heard his father announce.
For a few seconds, Michelle didn't move as if savoring every cock-gobbling moment, then, suddenly, she rose from her son's lap, making a regurgitating sound as his knob slid from her gullet. Her lips rose from his dong and a stream of cum ran from her mouth, She broke the oozing spunk-sting with her lips and swallowed what was left. In a flash, Michelle gave Jacob a peck on the cheek and rushed across the room.
"Anyone home?" His dad asked as he walked through the kitchen.
Jacob quickly pulled up his shorts as he heard his mother greet his father just as she had every other day.
He just sat there, afraid to get up because of his still bone-hard erection.
"Hey, son...how was practice?" His dad said as he walked by.
"Good dad." Jacob said.
"I'm gonna head up and get a shower." Jacob's dad said.
"There's clean towels on the bed, dear." Michelle said as she stopped behind the couch and watched her husband climb the stairs.
As soon as Jacob's father disappeared he felt his mom's hands slide across his chest as she bent over the couch behind him. She brought her lips to her son's ear.
"So, do you still question whether you're mom capable of handling that big monster of yours?" She whispered.
"No way." Jacob muttered.
Michelle whispered softly into her son's ear as she stroked his chest.
"I want you to go upstairs to your room and lye down on your bed. And while you lye there I want you to stroke your penis up and down. While you masturbate I want you to think about what it's going to be like after you win that match this week." She said.
Jacob was already rubbing his cock through his shorts. His mom's seductive voice was sending shivers through his entire body.
"I want you to think about what it's going to be like to be alone and naked with two big breasted women. Think about what it's going to be like to have them fighting for position on you, their tongues wrestling with your cock and balls." She continued.
"Oh yeah." Jacob sighed, fisting his rod through his shorts.
"Can you see us, sweetie. Can you see our big titties flopping all around while we suck you, while we drain those big beautiful balls." She whispered seductively.
"Y-yeaaah." Jacob muttered.
"Can you see our pussies, baby? Can you see our big fat mommy-pussies drooling over that big monster, begging it to be state champ." She said.
It was all Jacob could take. He felt the surge of cum rocket up his shaft.
"Oh yeah, mom. I'm gonna cum." He groaned.
He felt his mom's tongue begin to flail at his ear. Michelle let out sexy little moans as she kissed the side of her son's face sloppily.
"Oh, come on. That's my baby. Cum hard for me, sweetie." She said.
A dozen blasts of hot cum erupted from Jacob's cock, soaking his shorts. When it finally subsided he heard his mom giggling.
"So much for making it upstairs. You better go get cleaned up, sweetheart. " She said, giving him a final peck on the cheek.
Michelle went into the kitchen and Jacob got up and moved towards the stairway.
"Jacob." He heard his mom say softly from the kitchen doorway.
He looked and found his mom leaning against the doorway in a sexy little pose. One foot rested flat on the floor and the other rested on her toes, with her knee slightly bent. She slowly pulled her skirt up to her hips exposing those long gorgeous legs and neatly trimmed snatch.
Jacob could clearly see her meat curtains and her engorged clitoris.
"Be my state champ." She said pleadingly.
Jacob nodded and watched as his mom turned around to go into the kitchen. She held the skirt up long enough for him to get a good look at her big bubbly ass.
"Holy shit...I'm gonna be state champ and then I'm gonna fuck my mom." He thought with a smile. | literotica |
Title: Mature Sister in Law Pt. 01
Tags: incest, taboo, mature
James was in town for business meetings for a few days, which normally meant an uneventful couple of dinners with co-workers and a flight back home. He knew this trip would be different though. His wife's older sister Amy lived in the same city, and had recently gone through a divorce. She needed some help moving things around, and he suspected a shoulder to cry on. Not that James really minded, he and Amy had always got along well and had a flirtatious manner when around each other. James called Amy when his flight landed to let her know he would stop over the following evening. Amy seemed excited, and offered to make dinner which was happily accepted.
Tuesday morning came, and James found his mind drifting throughout the day to his sister in law. Most of the thoughts were sympathetic to her recent problems, and some were of happier times like family functions. Some of those thoughts were a bit risque too. Remembering a few low-cut dresses, those times at the lake house with Amy in a modest swimsuit that still managed to show her petite body. As the day wore on, his imagination grew lustier as he remembered the soft curve of her ass and her slightly hardened nipples. There were more than a few times he found himself aroused and growing erect at the thought of her. By the end of the day, James was a little too eager to leave work to get over to Amy's condo. He called her to see if she needed anything, and at first she said no, but after a pause suggested a bottle of wine. He thought that was odd, because he didn't think Amy drank at all, but he agreed, and headed out to find a liquor store on his way. Shortly before 6:00 pm, he arrived at her place and rang the doorbell.
Amy had taken the day off work to get some things accomplished before James came over later. Shopping for a few dinner items, she realized she was happy to actually be cooking for someone other than herself for a change. Her ex husband stopped after work most days for drinks with his friends, so she had spent more time than she could remember eating alone and putting a plate in the microwave for whenever he dragged himself home. At first he had only done that now and then, but over time it became several times a week, and on those days he wasn't out, he would come and flip on whatever game was on tv and drink at home. Amy was largely ignored, except for those increasingly rare occasions when he'd come to bed and paw at her until she gave in and let him fuck her for a few minutes before he came and fell asleep, leaving her just getting warmed up but not satisfied in any way. On those occasions she would sometimes be turned on enough to masturbate, but normally she'd just fall asleep too. She finally had had enough of the neglect and asked him for a divorce, and he happily agreed. She found out later that he'd been sleeping with his office assistant for quite some time which only made the whole situation worse. Needless to say, she had spent a lot of time miserable and unsatisfied, and this little dinner was a welcome change.
She heard the doorbell and almost ran to answer it, finding James still wearing a tie and carrying two bottles of wine.
"Hi stranger!" she said, giving him a big hug and a quick kiss on the lips. "Two bottles of wine, are you going to get me drunk?"
"Hi yourself Amy, and that wasn't the idea, but I didn't know what you liked so I brought a couple of different things. What are you making for dinner? It smells wonderful!"
"Oh, just a little Italian and garlic bread. Nothing too fancy." That really wasn't true however. She knew he loved her fettucini and had made it special for him.
Amy took the two bottles and turned toward the kitchen to collect an opener and glasses. James threw his jacket on the chair by the door, and walked to the kitchen in time to find her reaching for the wine glasses. He paused, seeing her blouse had pulled up and exposed her lower back slightly, and admired her slight hips and the lovely curve of her ass. He stepped behind her and placed one hand on her side, startling her as he reached over her shoulder for the glasses. She stepped back slightly and bumped into his lower half.
"Oops, sorry James".
"No problem" he laughed, thankful for the dress pants hiding his bulge.
"Opener?" he asked.
"In the drawer next to the fridge."
James opened the white wine, and poured them each a half glass, then settled on the couch and started catching up. He was surprised, but Amy didn't want to talk much about her divorce, only saying that she was glad it was over, and thought she'd rather just stay single. Dinner was about ready, so they moved to the dining room table and ate. Amy was a wonderful cook, and just as she'd hoped, James was delighted that she had prepared one of his favorite meals. They finished the bottle of wine during the meal and he helped clean up the dishes before opening the second bottle and pouring himself a glass.
"Would you like another?" he asked.
Amy was already feeling a little tipsy, but said "yes please, I'll be right back." and disappeared down the hall to the bathroom.
James took the bottle and went back to the couch, sitting on one side and setting the bottle on the coffee table along with her filled glass. Amy returned wearing sleep pants and a t-shirt.
"Sorry" she said, "those blue jeans were cutting me in half!"
James laughed and thought to himself they seemed just about right to him.
To his surprise, she sat down on the couch next to him and picked up her wine taking a big drink. She leaned back and sighed, and he noticed her eyes welling up.
"I'm sorry" she said, wiping away a tear. "It's just so different having someone to talk to, and who appreciates a nice meal."
"Things must have been pretty rough for a while?"
"Yes, you guys didn't know the half of it. He didn't pay any attention to me at all, just went out drinking all the time. I ate alone most of the time." She gave a half grunt, half laugh. "Hell, we weren't even intimate any more, unless 3 or 4 minutes of fumbling around and falling asleep counts!"
That wasn't a topic of conversation that James expected, and wasn't sure what to say. "That doesn't sound very nice," and he wanted to say "but I understand."
His own marriage had suffered a lack of intimacy too the past several years. He was still attracted, but his wife had lost interest, so only on a rare occasion would he push the issue until she relented. He tried to please his wife, but she really just wanted him to get it over with. James's sex life was literally left in his own hands.
Amy, perhaps driven by her tipsiness, continued on. "Do you know, I don't think he was even attracted to me any more." she lamented.
"That can't be possible. Why would you think that?"
"Well, for starters he was screwing his stupid assistant. And whenever I wanted any attention from him, it didn't matter what I did, he just didn't seem interested. You know, I caught him masturbating once and started giving him oral sex. He let me for a while, then pushed me away and went to watch baseball on tv. That isn't normal is it?"
James was stunned. And a little uncomfortable, both emotionally and in his trousers. He leaned forward and retrieved the wine bottle for a refill and an attempt to adjust the half erection that thinking about Amy's lips wrapped tightly around a cock had given him.
"Me too" Amy said when he filled his glass. He poured the remainder into her glass and set the bottle back on the coffee table, then leaned back. Thank goodness, the adjustment worked he thought. He leaned back into the couch, and sighed loudly. Amy had sat on his left side, and turned leaning back against his shoulder. He pulled his left arm free and laid it across the back of the couch.
"Anyway, this is nice" Amy said, taking his arm and pulling it down across her belly. James gave her a little squeeze, which resulted in his forearm raising up slightly and settling just below her breasts. As she breathed, he found their weight pressing against him, sending an instant jolt to his groin.
Amy took a big drink of her wine and set the glass on the table beside them.
"So IS that normal?" she asked.
"Is what normal?"
"I thought guys liked oral sex" Amy said. James coughed in surprise, then laughed a little.
"Well, I don't know any guy who doesn't," he said chuckling.
Amy laughed too and said "maybe I just did it wrong."
They both laughed at that, James giving her another squeeze and Amy's giggling causing her breasts to fold across his arm slightly. He took the last drink, and sat up slightly to set his glass down, pulling her with him before settling back into the couch.
They say quietly for a few minutes before Amy looked up at him and asked "so what are you thinking?"
James looked down at her. Between the conversation, his uncomfortable half-erection, and the wine, his inhibitions were growing weaker and weaker. He looked into her eyes, and curled his left hand to slightly cup a breast.
"I'm trying not to think, because when I do, it's nothing worth repeating."
Amy gazed at him for a moment, then raised her head planting her lips firmly on his. He felt her tongue immediately exploring and met it with his own, squeezing her right tit firmly at the same time. They kissed and he groped for several seconds before she broke the kiss, breathless and slightly flushed. Amy didn't say a word as she stood up and walked to the door. Locking it, she looked at James for a moment, and started walking toward the bedrooms. Along the way, she lifted her blouse over her head and dropped it on the floor. Watching this, and staring lustily at her beautiful ass as she walked away, James rubbed his erection through his trousers. He stood up, and followed her down the hall, turning into the master bedroom.
Amy was standing near the bed facing away from the door in her bra and sleep pants. Walking up behind her, James laid his hands on her shoulders and let them lower slowly down her arms before reaching around her slight belly. She pushed back against his crotch, feeling the bulge against her buttock, and leaning her head back turned to kiss him. Again her tongue shot into his mouth, and she pulled his hands up to her breasts, whimpering softly as he squeezed. It was a front clasp bra and he opened it easily, reaching up to pull the straps down her shoulders, her apple-sized globes sagged slightly back into his hands. Their tongues entwined, he squeezed, taking her stiffening nipples between his thumb and fingers and tugging at them softly, lifting the weight of them upward. Amy moaned, grinding her soft ass into James' crotch.
She broke away from the kiss and turned to face him.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
He didn't answer. The truth was he wasn't sure, but had reached the point of no longer able to stop himself either. Instead, he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it up over his head. James was tall, over six feet, and had the slight belly that seems to haunt men of a certain age. He kept himself active and fit though. Amy ran her hands down his firm chest until she found his belt, unclasped the buckle, and unbuttoned his trousers. He stepped out of them and reached down to remove his socks. She pushed her sleep pants down at the same time and stepped out, leaving both of them standing in their underwear, James in boxers with a very clear tent, and Amy in a bikini panty that showed her puffed out mound beautifully.
They paused.
"No other man has seen me nude for years" she said.
"Me too" he replied, then laughed. "I mean woman."
She giggled, and stepped forward reaching for his hard cock and caressing it through his boxers.
"Is that for me?"
Amy didn't wait for his answer, instead, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and leaned forward kissing the shaft through his boxers. She hooked her fingers into the waistband and pulled slowly, kissing along his length before catching the waistband on the tip. She pulled the boxers free and pulled them down and off, then grasped his ass and pulled him close, his thick cock pressed against her soft cheek.
Pulling her head back, Amy looked up at James and wrapped her small hand around him.
"This is lovely" she said, and with that leaned forward, taking three quarters of his length deep into her mouth. James grasped the back of her head softly, feeling the flat of her tongue pulsing against the underside of his painfully hard cock before she pulled her head back, cradling his purple head between her lips before pushing down again quickly, taking him even deeper. Neither his wife, or any past girlfriends had ever sucked him so deeply, and James couldn't believe how incredible it felt. He looked down at down at this beautiful woman, her lips wrapped tightly around the heavy veined shaft thrusting softly into the back of her throat, and moaned.
She pulled her lips away with a light pop and smiled up at him.
"Am I doing it right?" she asked, then pulled the edges of his head and poked her tongue into the little opening at the tip, flicking back and forth.
"God, I've never felt anything like this before" James groaned.
Amy opened her mouth, and swallowed almost his entire length, bobbing her head several times before pulling back again.
"Phew" she said giggling. "The truth is, I love giving blowjobs", she pressed the flat of her tongue against the base, and licked slowly up until she reached the frenulum, licking it firmly while looking innocently up at him.
"And I haven't been able to give a proper one for years. My dimwit of an ex didn't like me doing this. He thought if I did, he might have to return the favor."
She took his heavy balls in her hand, and sucked one into her mouth as she stroked the thick, veiny cock with her other one. James reached down and grasped one her breasts, squeezing it and then gently grasping her hard nipple, rolling it softly as she steadily sucked him until his swollen head pressed into the back of her throat. He released her and reached to the other nipple. Amy pulled away as he started rolling it between his fingers.
"You don't have to be so gentle" she said, "I like them pinched a little harder, it turns me on."
James happily obliged, pinching and pulling her nipple upward before letting it go, watching her heavy tit drop back down. He did the same to the other breast, with Amy trying to say "yes!" with her mouth filled with his throbbing erection. Upright again, he watched as she hungrily fucked him with her mouth, now and then looking up at him and watching his face as he moaned out his pleasure. He jumped slightly as she wet a finger, and slid it under his balls, rubbing it along the underside of his shaft between his asshole and perineum. Amy felt his head swell even larger in her mouth, and she sucked him harder.
James pulled back, his cock popping out of her sweet mouth.
"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum."
Amy smiled sweetly.
"That's what I want you to do James!"
"Are you sure it's ok? I've never done that from a blowjob before, but I'm so close now."
"Oh please, yes! I love sucking cock, and yours is so hard and thick, it fills my whole mouth. It's been so long since I've tasted cum, and I'm getting so wet and turned on. I need you to feel you swell up and shoot your cum in my mouth. I want you to feed it to me James. Make me eat your cum!"
He watched, stunned by her admission as Amy took him deep into her mouth again, and started sucking in and out quickly, squeezing his swollen balls with one hand. She heard his breath catch, and felt him swell and thrust into her mouth. She took him as deep into her throat as she could and started rubbing his asshole, sending him over the top. He came hard, shooting the first thick rope of semen down the back of her throat. She quickly swallowed and pulled back, licking under the head of his jerking cock as several more shots coated her tongue, upper lip and cheek before she took him in her mouth again, milking the liquid from the base of his shaft, and swallowing it wantonly. He began to soften slightly, and she released him from her softly suckling lips, and he helped her stand up. She looked at him smiling, using a finger to pull the cum from her upper lip to her tongue, licking the thick liquid and swallowing it. James took the hint, and used his own finger to wipe his cum from her cheek and brought it to her lips where she licked and sucked the spunk off his finger.
"That was amazing" he said, and kissed her deeply, their tongues entwined. | literotica |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Male Inflation, Clean Popping, genie, magic, wish
Text: The merciless desert sun beat down on the three archeologists, causing their clothes to be drenched in sweat. Although this made the two males, Greg and Ian, look rather like slobs, it had a very different effect on their busty student associate, Stephanie: The sweat merely made her tan skin glisten, her wet clothes clinging tightly to her svelt, shapely body, making her top almost transparent, while her shorts ran up her crotch, showing off her rounded behind. It was the only thing that Greg and Ian had to look at, as their weeks-long search turned up little except beer cans from the 1970's.
So it was a welcome distraction from both the tedium and their unrelenting libidos when Greg finally unearthed a metal object. "Ian! Stephanie! I found something!"
The other two raced over to see that Greg had dug up what appeared to be an old oil lamp. "Big deal," said Ian. "Maybe we can trade that for, what, half a goat?"
"Let's clean it up a little," said Greg, wiping off the layers of centuries-old dirt.
To the astonishment of all concerned, the lamp shone preternaturally bright, with a red beam shooting from its spout. Moments later, a cloud burst forth, which, in a dazzling display too unnecessary to the plot to describe here, eventually formed into a smokin'-hot babe of Arabian descent, wearing a skirt too short to fully cover her backside and an unbuttoned vest that barely covered her nipples. "Greetings, masters, I am Isis, and I am a jini!"
"A genie?!" Ian exclaimed.
"No, a jini, you Western troglodyte," said Isis. "Nevertheless, for releasing me from my lamp, I grant you three wishes!"
"Three wishes each?" Stephanie asked Isis.
"No, just three wishes."
"Can we wish for three wishes each?" asked Greg.
"Don't be a camel's ass," said Isis. "You get three wishes, total. And no wishing for world peace. It'd destroy the world's military-based economies."
"I wish for--!" Greg began.
"Hey, wait a minute!" said Stephanie. "We get one wish apiece, right?"
Greg looked at Ian and Stephanie and decided not to argue the point. "Okay, fine. But I get the first wish cuz I found it."
"Ladies first!" said Stephanie.
Greg looked at Stephanie's wet breasts and decided not to argue the point. "All right, Stephanie, go ahead."
Stephanie took in a deep breath, sticking out her chest slightly more to do so, and then told Isis: "I wish I had the other guys' wishes."
"WHAT?!" Greg and Ian shouted simultaneously.
"So be it," said Isis. "You have two wishes left, and only the female can make them!"
"You bitch! You total, total bitch!" screamed Greg.
"That was a tad rude, Steph," said Ian.
"I thought you'd feel that way," said Stephanie. "So my second wish is: I wish that these two guys would blow up like balloons!"
"WHAT?!" the two men shouted, having perfected sychronized screaming.
But they didn't have long to complain. With a loud hissing sound, their bodies immediately billowed out, their middles swelling, their chests expanding, breaking through their flimsy T-shirts in moments. Their midsections were completely round, and they continued to grow, taking only moments until the two men now looked like oversized beach balls with hands and feet, their plumping faces showing shock and fear. They surged in growth for several more seconds, doubling in size, tripling in size, in mere minutes.
"Who's a bitch now, Greg?" Stephanie asked.
"N-not you, th-that's for sure!" he stuttered. "Now how do we stop?!"
"I guess you don't," Stephanie mused. "I never told her when to stop inflating you."
"WHAT?!" Again the syncronicity.
"I'm not going to waste my third wish making you stop growing," Stephanie sneered. She turned to Isis. "But don't worry: I'm sure you'll stop blowing up soon enough. You'll stop when you POP!!"
"Hey, wait a minute!" said Ian. "I never called you a bitch!"
"So in other words," said Stephanie, "you weren't going to wish for a harem of sex slaves that included me and Isis?"
"Uh, ..."
"Let's have a contest!" said Stephanie. "Let's see who bursts first!"
"NO!" It was beginning to get old, so the two simply stopped screaming. They looked helplessly at each other, each seeming to mirror the other's size, as they increased at the same speed, each blowing up the size of a hot air balloon, and still growing larger and larger...
"Come on!" shouted Stephanie. "Someone pop for me! Blow, Greg! Burst, Ian!"
"St-stop thiiiiiiiiisssss!" Ian said, as the hissing from his body reached a higher and higher pitch, as a sqeaking noise from his balloon body got louder and louder. His growing slowed ever so slightly, allowing Greg to overshadow him, becoming blimp size and beyond.
Ian looked up at the surgin balloon in front of him, and it was the last thing he saw before...
BOOOOOOMMMMM!!!! Ian burst into nothingness.
Greg looked down at the empty space in front of him where Ian had been, and he braced himself for the same fate.
"Yay!" Stephanie shouted, clapping and jumping. "You win, Greg! I knew you could do it!" Then she stopped, craning her neck up at him and watching with anticipation. "Now it's your turn, big boy! My big, blimping, bloating balloon boy! Get ready to POP!"
Even as he grew farther and farther into the sky, Stephanie's gloating was still as clear as the hot sweltering day. He heard her shout even as the squeaking from his body grew ominously louder...
"Here it comes, Greg! Are you ready?! Are you ready to BURST?! I love it! I absolutely love it!!"
The squeaking reached a fever pitch and Greg went...
BOOOOOOOOMMMMM!!!! The explosion was so great, it echoed in the desert canyons miles away.
"Yay! That was a good one!" Stephanie cheered, clapping. Then she stopped and sighed contentedly.
"You still have one wish, Master," Isis reminded her.
"Ah, yes," said Stephanie. "I wish I could inflate anyone, anytime with no negative without ever being punished for it!"
"So be it," said Isis. "Now don't bug me for another few centuries, will you?" She turned into a puff of smoke that flew back into the lamp's spout.
Stephanie tucked the lamp under her arm and headed toward camp, remembering that she wasn't all that crazy about the rest of her crew...
| bodyinflation |
Calling work to say he wouldn’t be showing up that day would be an uncomfortable experience in the best of circumstances (especially without any kind of excuse), but after the previous night, even the twitching, extra-sensitive member he was sporting couldn’t help him get through the multiple layers of embarrassment of having to listen to a veritable crowd on the other side of the line letting him know in no uncertain terms that most of the people in the office not only knew what he’d done, but were absolutely going to go back to the club just to see if he’d be there that night as well. Redder than ever, Jack turns his phone off and quite literally throws it onto his desk. Sighing, he looks down at himself and the new package between his legs; with a second pill and a full lunch in him, he had assumed something would happen, maybe a second growth spurt like the one he’d experienced overnight. But, apart from his cock taking far too long to go back down after his lust-crazed “moment” that morning, it seemed to behave just like it normally should… albeit in a much larger size than he was accustomed to. He had gone through an uncomfortable experience a few minutes prior, where he tried to shove that beast into whatever pair of underwear he thought would fit, only to snap several of them, ending up having to cover his face with his own ears just to prevent himself from screaming in frustration. “Fuck it, commando it is,” he thought to himself as he went to grab a mop. As oddly as it started, the rest of the day proceeded much like any day off would, except with a bit more body fluid clean-up and a mounting, at-first-imperceptible pressure in his nether regions. Jack had opted to ignore it, at least initially, figuring that it was just the result of his new size and weight, but as the afternoon ticked away and dinnertime approached, he was forced to admit that something was out of th-well, even more out of the ordinary than expected. Sitting down on his bed after finally scraping the last bits of his seed off the ceiling, Jack swivels over to the side and lies down on it, spreading his legs to give him some measure of relief. Heaving himself into a sitting position, his eyes shoot wide open when he suddenly realizes his balls had quite visibly grown, even if his cock hadn’t; if they were the size of oranges when he woke up, they were now easily as big as cantaloupes, clearly swollen and slowly, rhythmically pulsating with each and every heartbeat. The mere sight of it was enough to bring blood rushing to his groin once again, the 9’’ shaft picking up in size and girth as it rose to full mast. Eyes nearly glazed over, the aroused bun brings a hand over to those swollen orbs, slowly stretching his fingers out to touch them. When he does, he has a split second to appreciate how they were stretched taut, his fingertips unable to even press the skin down; in the moment right after, his mind blanks as the electrical discharge flows from the point of contact of his fingers, up his spine, overloading the pleasure center of his brain, and causing a spurt of pre to erupt from his turgid member, ruining the sheets he’d just spent the whole day cleaning. Gasping for air after the sudden shock, Jack’s hands dig into his thighs, only really making the whole thing worse as he comes to appreciate just how much extra pudge they’d packed on; not enough to compare with some of the more voluptuous “models” he swore he never knew the name of, but certainly enough to give him a reason to sway those meaty hips whenever he entered a room, knowing full well he’d attract every eye in there. The thought of it alone was too much; he had to try it again. Tentatively, he brought both his hands down to those churning orbs, slowly placing his fingers all around them, making sure not to actually touch the oversensitive cumtanks. Biting his lip, the tips of his
long ears trembling in anticipation, he allows himself to cup his orbs… thankfully not eliciting the same kind of reaction he had experienced before. As long as he didn’t put pressure on them, he guessed, he was fine, letting him experience the fullness, the warmth, his very heartbeat through the stretched skin. He couldn’t help it. Though he knew he’d regret it, the bun squeezed both orbs, unable to control or contain the whorish moan that escaped from his lips when the familiar discharge of raw pleasure blanked out his mind as another, larger spurt of pre stained his chest and the wall right next to him. His eyes now widened by the sensations, egged on by the promise of more, the only reason he didn’t squeeze himself again was what he saw looking down: he was growing. Right in front of him, like so many of the videos he never saw and his browser history would prove it, he could see his fingers growing further and further apart as those fuzzy orbs swelled underneath them, obscene sounds of gurgling and sloshing letting him know just how full those things were. He was filling up to bursting and then just going on more and more, his body unnaturally stretchy as it grew to accommodate his newfound production. Once again he’d squeeze, going insensate for an even longer period of time as his tip erupted with even more of his fluids; but he knew what to look for, and sure enough, right in front of him, he saw his balls grow out even more, still as full and stretched and gurgling as they had been moments before. Now with his tongue lolling out, blinded by lust and the implications of what he was seeing, there was no other choice; if the club owner wanted a little something extra, he was sure to provide. Not even caring that he wouldn’t have any pants that could hide him after he was done, both of his hands shoot back to his vein-covered, girthy cock, the bun jacking himself off in a frantic haze of mindless, carnal indulgence. Impossible amounts of pre dripped and spurted onto and around him, providing the best possible lubrication for this moment, this fantasy come to life. His face flipped from side to side as Jack bit down on his pillow, eyes narrowed just enough that, when he turned to face his desk, he saw it: the bottle. He really shouldn’t. In fact, considering he’d have to take a hand off his cock, he really didn’t want to. But if two of those pills had done this to him, why should he deny himself? There was a whole bottle in there, after all, and he could worry about the effects later; so, off comes the cap, the poor bottle dripping with his juices as the bun shook his dinnertime pill out… along with three more. To anyone else, this might present a bit of an issue; after all, they were only meant to take one, and most sane people would know that pills don’t work on a “loan from tomorrow” system. To Jack, of course, this was absolutely meaningless; whether or not he’d compensate by not taking the pills tomorrow didn’t matter as much as just shoving the pills into his mouth, coating it in his pre and having to contain himself from fully giving in and just licking his fingers clean. Whether or not it was an intended effect of those things, the sheer, mind numbing levels of pleasure he was experiencing at the time, or the fact that he probably just overdosed on illegal booster medication, the pills went to work barely seconds later. Right in front of him, Jack saw his hands becoming increasingly smaller in comparison with his shaft, its mass growing upon itself as it lengthened and
girthened, easily reaching and then surpassing the foot mark before he could even let his upstairs neighbours know how he felt when he shouted for even more. The inside of his legs soon had a pair of red-hot, fuzzy balls pressing against them as he seemed to grow even faster the more he output, legs that only became shapelier as his hips flared out, his ass filled up and his thighs thickened even more than they had. In mere moments, he had become something more than bottom-heavy, and it was too much for even his addled mind to take. Acting on instinct, his back arches inwards when Jack bends over himself and forces the tip of his by-now-2’ cock into his mouth, stretching it out and inviting both the taste and smell of himself in a way he’d never thought possible. The bun’s eyes rolled into the back of his skull once he took the necessary step off the edge, and the floodgates opened again for the second time that day. Jets of cum, thick strands of his hot seed slammed into the back of his throat, the bun gagging and coughing out globs of it as his nuts clenched and tightened in a desperate effort to try and empty themselves. Barely able to breathe, all Jack can do is swallow, and swallow, and swallow, gulping down what had to be gallons of his own cum as part of him wondered when it would even end. Another part hoping it never did. He didn’t really know how long it lasted; he could only hope he wouldn’t be late for his show back at the club, even if he had no real idea how he’d get there with a package that size. All he really knew was the unending deluge of cum pouring into him, the warmth of it rushing down his throat and into his bloating stomach, his belly bulging out the more he drank from himself. His face and chest were a mess of coughed-up, backed-up fluids, the bed more or less needing a complete refurbishing. But he didn’t care. He gulped it down, dutifully, patiently waiting for the last spurt. Eventually, however, all good things must come to an end, and with a few weakened globs being shot onto his tongue, his climax ended, and the bun’s body had been sated. Falling back against the bed and dislodging his cock from his mouth, Jack could only smile as he saw that 2’ shaft stand proudly in front of him, somewhat obscured by the enormous cumgut he’d given himself. Patting the wobbling bulge and sighing contentedly, he was about to sit up again to inspect all the changes when that cumstuffed belly began gurgling loudly, a mild discomfort hitting him like a sack of cotton balls as he saw his fur stand on end around that bump. Amazed and aroused beyond description, the bun watched, stunned, as his belly began flattening, the gallons of cum seeming to vanish from his frame… only to reappear just below, seemingly all of it going straight to his thighs as they thickened considerably more than normal, the extra boost adding onto what the pills had done to him in order to leave him with a figure that would put just about anyone but a “natural” hyper to shame. A “natural” hyper. Jack found that notion quite funny; he’d soon outsize even that. With more of his mind coming back to him, the rabbit looks to his desk and phone, checking the time: twenty minutes to eight. More than enough time to get dinner. Smiling to himself, Jack rolls off the bed, having to be extra careful not to trip over his own, newfound weight; his bare paws stepping on innumerable puddles of his own fluids as he makes his way over to his bathroom, hoping to use the
standing mirror in there to get a good look for himself. A blush spread on his cheeks as he felt his thighs nearly get stuck in the doorframe on the way out, already large enough that they brushed on the wood on either side and needed a little extra push to get through. Each step brought a low, rumbling slosh from his balls, which Jack made an effort not to inspect until it was time; each step had his rear and legs seem to wobble and jiggle from their added mass. It was horribly unlike himself, and yet it felt all too right. He needed even more… but knew he had to pace himself. Squeezing into the bathroom, the bun adjusted himself in front of the mirror, only to have to take a step back as he gasped in shock at the sight. He knew his thighs had grown out, but not enough that the mirror was unable to contain them, knew his cock had gained mass but not to the point where now, flaccid as it was, it still hung below the knees and nearly as wide as the gap between his legs. And yet, the biggest change, quite literally, had been in the orbs that started it all: well past the knees and about halfway down to the ground, enormous, bloated, swollen to the point where they were squishing heavily against his legs, visibly pulsating with every heartbeat. Knowing what would happen, Jack nonetheless brings a hand down, failing to push into the stuffed cumtanks but, as expected, causing a spurt of pre to splash onto the ground and a couple more inches to be added to his sack… which was almost grazing the ground by the time the bun caught himself and flinched, bringing his hands back and breathing in a few times to try and calm himself down. Going through doors was going to be a chore from that point forward. But he didn’t particularly care; as he sat down to eat some leftovers and heard his chair groan loudly under his weight, he just wanted more of it. *** With showtime fast approaching, Jack was now faced with a slight logistical issue posed by his newfound size: the lack of any clothing to cover himself with. Not even bothering to avoid the puddles of cum everywhere, he goes through the entirety of his wardrobe before finding the biggest set of pants he could find, a set he never even remembered buying, being far bigger than his “normal” size. They were, of course, still too small to even fit over his new thighs, much less the monstrous package he was sporting. Grunting in a mixture of annoyance and worry, the bun reaches for his phone, searching through his contact list for the club owner, who he just now realized he’d named “Red Rocket”, a colour immediately mirrored on his face when he hastily called him up, having to let it ring for a good minute before the canid on the other side picked up. Through the loud background noise, Jack explained his predicament to the increasingly-worried man on the other side, who had the decency to wait until the end of the explanation to ask him if he’d taken any booze with it, then letting him know that he’d have to perform sober after the overdose, lest it ruin his body further. Jack stifled a snort, pushing down his innate desire to guzzle down as much alcohol as he could just for that exact reason.
Promising to send someone over and telling the bun to hold still, the call drops, leaving Jack alone with his thoughts and the constant, low-key rumbling emanating from his own body. Mindlessly, he got up, walking to the kitchen and opening the fridge, finding a couple of beer bottles that were near-expiration before heading back to his bedroom. The creaking springs underneath informed him of how desperately he’d need a new bed, and soon, but he didn’t care; the bottles were placed on the desk, right next to the pill bottle. From the side of his bed, Jack leaned against the wooden surface, intertwining his fingers and letting his face rest against them. This was an opportunity. He could just down the whole thing, drink the beers and hope for the best. He’d heard stories, after all, of “natural” hypers whose growth caught up with their ability to function and who had to be led to special housing, of the gifted few who were “condemned” to a life of nothing but earth-shaking, mind-shattering orgasms, who needed entire processing facilities just to deal with their sheer output. On a few occasions, he’d scrounged up the cash to see a few premium videos of such a spectacle, desperately scouring the web afterwards for any more that might exist, regardless of how terrible the quality was. And he could have that. It was right there, right in front of him. He wouldn’t have to care about anything if he just let go, after all. Who was going to complain to a city-sized cock and a pair of balls productive enough to flood it? Thoughts that were interrupted by someone knocking at his door, waking him up from his stupor just in time to realize he’d spent about twenty minutes staring at the implements on his desk. Sighing, he got up, waddling over to the front door and peering through the peephole, spotting the familiar bull on the other side. Relieved to see what amounted to a familiar face, Jack steps out of the way as he opens the door, letting the tall bouncer in. “... the fuck happened to you?” he asks, shutting the door behind him and dropping a briefcase on the ground, which opened to reveal what appeared to be a mountain of clean underwear, “You know what? Don’t answer. Any booze in you?” “No, sir,” came the immediate reply. “Good. I didn’t know how big you were, so I brought the whole drawer,” the bull continues, kneeling by the open case and searching through the mound for… something, “seeing as you’re… well, that, we’re going to need some light compressors.” He picks one pair up, handing it over to the bun. “Try these on.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: How To Be A Boi Bitch Lesson 09
Tags: glamor, bisexual male, boi, smoking, crossdressing, wife, how to
Of course, coming out, that's an awfully big step, and one that requires months to perfect it. To plan it just right. But by now, my darlings, you have most of your accessories and have had enough time to feel comfortable with them. The suit fits you perfectly. The painted claws have become you. You feel naked without them. Not complete. The art of the smoke? Perfected, both alone and with your wife, your girlfriend.
The painful roar of the bitch inside, over time, becomes a purr. Controlled. Sexy. All of you. As you have forgotten the man you once were. Not even a memory anymore. As the bitch started to date your wife, your girlfriend. You are in control now, my darlings. Comfortable and no longer content to hide.
That is your moment, my darlings. Once you have accepted what you are becoming, what you have become over the past weeks and months. When you wish that your wife, your girlfriend come home to see what you are. The whore you have put so much work into. When you are no longer afraid, nor frenzied with lust, not ashamed nor embarrassed. When your body has caught up with your soul to shape a new person. A boi.
Wait for that moment, my darlings.
And cherish it. For it will change your life, forever.
(10) TO BE A BITCH IS TO COME OUT IN STYLE
And once you have arrived at that moment, it is time to act. To plan. To scheme. Like only a bitch can. To look forward to all the days to come. Like only a whore can.
Make-up, of course, is important. But difficult to describe. Of all the bitch's attributes, it is the most difficult to master. There are, however, many web sites that will help you. On how to apply eye shadow, how to fill your lips in the most exquisite ways. How to shape them like a heart, make them fuller, make them smaller. Perfect them to fit your features. One wrong touch, and you'll look like you fell into a paint jar. And make no mistakes... you will make those mistakes. I did. It took me weeks of practice to perfect my look. Hours of frustration in front of a make-up mirror. Trying out. Experimenting with shapes and colours. And again, it will take patience, my darlings. Patience does make the bitch. Skin colour. Shades. Eye shapes. All of which are you. All of which can be perfected.
Be patient and work on it, just as you work on your body and work your lover.
Because you want it to be perfect, and so do I.
And once you have achieved all that, and I am so very proud of you, my darlings, that you have, here is what you will do. How you will prepare. To come out in style.
How many cocks have you collected so far? When i was at your point, I had four. And two inflatable anal plugs, one with a remote control. And with each one, it was easier for me to go into the store. To look the sales girl in the eyes. To shop for them the way I sued to shop for mundane, male things. have you talked to your sales girl? Flirted with her, a little? Listened to her advice as she has shown you all those delights? Did you talk about the fuck? How to prolong it? I have. A sales girl in an erotic shop is a boi's angel. She may not be called Clarence, but there sure is a little bell that chimes whenever you enter the store, isn't there? And that alone makes it heaven.
And that is why you have returned there. Again and again. Because it is heaven, and thank god for cute bois!
Return there again. You will need a few more things for your coming out. And not all of them will be for you, my darlings. The first thing, the one thing I have withheld from you for so long? That you only deserve now?
Your first pair of panties, my darlings!
And isn't that thought enough to make your bitch cock shudder and twitch?
At the thought it will finally be wrapped by black lace? Being barely covered up by it as the string bites deep between your cheeks? Haven't you wondered? How much better it will feel around you? So much better than your boxers? Your briefs? Tucking your bitch cock between your legs, even as it hardens?
Oh, my darlings. Once you have experienced that, you will never go back! I have not worn a single piece of those ugly underwear abortions the fashion industry throws at men since I have come out. A bitch wears panties, all the time!
Yes, that first pair of panties, only days, maybe even just hours way from being soiled, that is your gift to yourself.
But there needs to be a little bit of punishment, too, wouldn't you agree? After all, you and me, we've been keeping a secret. From your wife. Your girlfriend. Your lover. An she should punish you, shouldn't she? she has that right. And you want her, too. As long as the punishment comes with pleasure. And it will. Darlings, it will.
For this is the second item you will buy.
An anal plug that is inflatable and comes with a wireless remote control.
And you know who will control it, right?
Hmmmm. Yes. She will punish you.
And you will want her to. I know you have been craving it ever since we started this journey together, you and me. Ever since I have gifted you your cunt. Twitching. Opening for her. Her fingers. And her cock.
That's right, my darlings. I will gift her a cock.
Or rather, I will have you gift her one.
We must be equal in all things, wouldn't you agree? Men and women. Bois and girls. Fluidity in motion as she will take you on the floor, the way you have taken her. Bodies that will melt together in frenzied fucking. A thrust that will finally open you up all the way.
You are almost ready now, my darling cock whores.
Ready to come out.
Get ready. For this will be your final test. Your final assignment. Ask for it. For your wife's cock, for your girlfriend's dick that will make both of you cock whores, made for each other. Choose carefully, my darlings. Not only will you know where it's going (and doesn't that make your spine tingle?), you will also give the greatest gift a boi can give to a girl.
So while you are still in the store, get a grip, feel them, slide your fingers around them. Do it openly. Do it proudly. And ask your confidant, your personal shop girl to help you find the right weight, the right size. Have her wrap it up as a present. because it is. But one of the many you and your lover will share from now on.
Are you ready now?
Are you at home? While she is at work? Ready to get dressed? Ready to celebrate? Because this will the day, my darlings, that you and I have been working towards all these months. Cherish every moment. Sit down with me. Smoke with me. I'm here with you. I'm your best friend. Already dressed with you. Hush, my darlings. Whatever adventures you and I have shared already, they are nothing compared to those you will share with her. Let me light you. Let me cover you up. In smoke and delight.
Stand up now. Yes, that's a good posture for you. Let me slide that plug into your cunt. Wetting it with spit. You are relaxed now, aren't you? At peace. With me. With yourself. With what will come next. Offer yourself up. We'll need you to prepare for your lover. That cunt needs to be wide open for her. And wet. My spit on it as I slide the plug into you.
It feels so small, doesn't it?
We are used to so much bigger by now, aren't we?
We want it much bigger. And soon, we will get it. The tubing coming out of your cunt looks like a beautiful tail, doesn't it? Perfectly capped with a rubber ball, just waiting to be squeezed. Swirl around, my darlings. Play with your tail. Let it rush through the air before you catch it with your palm. Squeeze it. Fill the air rushing through the tube. Into your plug. Larger now. Not large enough. Squeeze it more. Pressure pressing against you, from the inside. Pushing it against all the sweet spots, until you feel you can't take anymore.
And your bitch cock hardens. Slipping out of your panties. Another reason why I love them so much. They can never truly contain a bitch's cock. Now sit down with me. Put your entire weight on your ass. It hurts doesn't it? Hurts so good. I'm sure you want to touch yourself now. But you won't. I'm still in control of you. And what you are about to experience, my darlings, is going to push you beyond it. beyond any and every control.
Is your gift package to your wife in front of you? All wrapped up? There is still something missing, is there? A yes. A note. We will write one for her, won't we? A note. No. A letter. She deserves a letter. To explain to her what a whore you are. What a whore you want her to be with you. While all you want to do is cum. But I won't let you. And you won't touch yourself. Not now.
Write it with me, my darlings. Tell her.
*My dearest love--
\-- my name is Boi. And I am your friend. I am here to bring you pleasure. Just as for the past months I have brought pleasure to your husband, to your boyfriend. I am here to change you. Just as I have changed him. Have no fear. You liked how I changed him, haven't you? How much more attentive he has become? How more ferocious he is as your lover? How much more understanding he is?
I have changed him, because he wants to gift himself to you, again. Because he asked me to. And how could I say no?
We have not been lovers, him and me. I have been his teacher. I taught him those things about himself that you already knew, didn't you? I taught him to smoke, for you, so you can share it. I taught him to take care of himself and his body, for you. I have wrapped him up in his fantasies and yours, for you.
I have gifted him a cunt, for you.
I believe in full equality, my sweet and loving girl.
And I want you to open this gift, just as you will open him.
He has told me about your filthy mind, and I love you for it. So does he. He has told me about your dream of other cocks. he is not afraid. For he loves you. And he wants to be more, for you. Your husband, your boyfriend, your best girlfriend, your confidant and your slut. When you look at a gorgeous man and tell your girlfriend about how you wish that man's cock was in you... that girlfriend will be him.
We all have secrets, my loving girl. Things we don't share, especially with the ones we love. We are afraid of them, our desires and our lusts, for we have been taught so many times that they are wrong, they are nasty, they make you a freak.
And how would our loved ones look at us?
When all we secretly want to be is free? And still loved?
I will gift you that freedom. For know that he loves you.
And I will gift you power. Take this present with you. Yes, here at work. the others already looking at you, aren't they. As you are flushing. You know what is inside it, don't you? Something you sometimes wished, you sometimes dreamed and hoped you could have. Take it to the rest room, my sweet girl.
Let me transform you. Like I have transformed him.
Sit on the toilet seat and open it. It feels heavy, doesn't it? That's good. It is powerful. And it's yours. From this moment on. Unwrap it. And see it come to you. This is your cock. He chose it for you. He chose it, because it will fit you. It will be part of you. Take it in your hand. Stroke it a few times. It's a good feeling, isn't it? Although it is rubber and latex, given shape, given form, giving you all kinds of tempting thoughts. While your colleagues outside the booth, their lives have suddenly become so... mundane. Chats about co-workers and bills and accounts.
While you have a cock. It changes things, doesn't it? If you strapped it on, you could walk out there and bend one of them over the basin. Thrusting into her. Like you would have never been able before. But now you could. Isn't it wonderful? For that is freedom, my darling girl.
That is the freedom of the whore.
Slide into the harness now. Underneath your working pants, your business suit, this is what I want you to feel. Its length as it slaps against your thigh. The weight. Slide it into your pants leg. In the knowledge you are more than everybody else here. And know it was your lover who gave it to you. Who wants to share his power with you as you share yours with him.
He is waiting for you.
P.S. Look at the bottom of the box, my darling girl. You will find a remote. Once you meet what has become of your man, the glorious boi he has become, you will know what to do with it.* | literotica |
“Next time?” Valeri crooned, not really asking so much as threatening, “I don’t think you really need a next time, to be honest.”
The implication was obvious, and the fact that the wreckage of the couch was ground even further into dust just sealed the deal even harder than it had before, but now that the amazon was the one with the upper hand, she wasn’t about to let go of it any time soon. After such hard work teasing the growth of Valeri, clearly Bryn needed a little bit of recompense; clearly, Bryn should be paid in the same coin for all of their efforts in bringing out this muscular colossus that they were snuggling up against on a wrecked sofa, and there was no real need for a “next time”. After all, didn’t they have a cabin all for themselves? Were they not alone out there with no one to bother them? The werewolfess’ subtle comment about passing it on to a future version of themselves was little more than them trying to squirrel away without payback, and Valeri wasn’t about to let them get away with it.
Granted, there was no revenge there, so much as there was the simple fact that the both of them had transformative capabilities, and it wouldn’t be fair if only one of them got to experience the process. Or at least, that’s how Valeri saw it in her mind, even if she knew this was little more than a flimsy rationalization for what really was payback, albeit the kind that would only lead to the two of them further enjoying themselves in ways that most people wouldn’t even be capable of imagining. After all, she just turned into a bulked-up, more muscular form, while Bryn… well, Bryn was a lot fuzzier after transforming, and that was precisely what Valeri hoped to coax out of them.
“W-what do you mean?” the werewolfess replied, the faux-stutter clashing marvelously with the devious smile she had plastered on her face, “Surely you can’t be thinking of destroying the cabin? What about our deposit?”
“Truly a mystery; what about our deposit?” Valeri teased, holding Bryn even tighter as she effortlessly lifted them up to her chest, unceremoniously stuffing their face into her bust, “Really, I don’t think I could possibly imagine a way to get it back. I mean, have you seen what you made me do to the couch? How am I supposed to explain that?”
The muffling that came from down below didn’t last very long, along with Bryn’s frantic attempts at freeing herself growing less and less coordinated before the flailing turned into a series of limp noodles for arms and legs, the surprised yelp slowly mutating into a prolonged, pleasured moan as the smaller of the two women accepted her fate of being stuck in marshmallow heaven for the foreseeable future. It was a cheap move and they both knew it, but that was the point: it wasn’t supposed to be fair, now that Valeri had turned into her hulked-out form, not when Bryn had turned herself into what was pretty much the most perfect target possible for some tactical cuddling designed specifically to get her to react in that exact manner. Valeri wanted her partner’s oxygen circulation to the brain to grow just compromised enough to leave them slightly woozy, the right amount of confusion that left them suggestible enough to be enticed into transforming… that, and their head was stuck between a large pair of tits, so there was always that bonus.
The transformation didn’t take too long before starting in earnest, as it really shouldn’t; after such a prolonged teasing session on Bryn’s part, it was inevitable for her to feel at least as aroused as Valeri herself did, and after having their face stuffed into cleavage, whatever resistance the werewolfess might’ve had to the idea of letting loose was thrown out the door and replaced by a burning need to just let go and finally experience some proper amazon-on-amazon action the way the two of them hadn’t had the opportunity to go through in quite a while. In other words, to do what they had gone to that cabin to do in the first place: get away from everything and just indulge.
The moaning coming from Valeri’s bust grew stronger as Bryn’s grip on her partner’s arms grew tighter, control returning to the werewolfess as adrenaline flooded their system in preparation for the change. It was always a bestial transformation, and one that left her hungry for strenuous physical activity immediately afterwards purely to get rid of all the excess energy welling up inside of her… which of course meant that Valeri wasn’t going to let go any time soon. This wasn’t the first time she had the opportunity to see the change take place from such a close distance, nor the first occasion in which she herself was transformed; she knew that all of her strength would be needed to withstand the werewolfess’ strength and still be capable of dishing back pound for pound.
Predictably, Bryn didn’t hold back any punches; nor could she, seeing as her mind was assaulted from all directions by a version of herself that the young woman went to great lengths to hold back, repressing it until it was absolutely necessary for it to be let out. It was driven purely by instinct and raw desire, by the primal lizard brain that Bryn made sure not to listen to most of the time… but out there, away from civilization, in a cabin that they had paid for and could probably trash without much concern for repairs, what use was there in holding back? Especially when her partner too had turned into something of a mini-giantess, a true amazon who could hold their own against her bestial side and probably come out on top; after all, had they not been the one who triggered the transformation to begin with as payback for Bryn having done the same? Clearly, the werewolfess shouldn’t hold back either!
Cute thoughts for someone who wasn’t really in control of anything, at least not until the “puppy” came out and gave her the strength to actually match up to her partner; in their amazonian form, Valeri was so much bigger than Bryn that they could probably hold their better half up with a single arm, and with nothing to stand in their way, they made good use of that size difference to impress it upon the werewolfess just who was in charge there, and who was calling the shots… in an effort to trigger the transformation with as much potency as possible, of course. What with Bryn’s lycanthropy being far less linked to moonlight than it was to her state of mind, the simplest way of getting the still-smaller of the two to at least match up to the mini-giantess holding them was to make the werewolfess as horny as possible; given the sort of love life the two of them led, this was both stupendously easy and thoroughly enjoyably at the same time, especially considering Bryn’s body was absolutely filled with sweet spots that were, at points, almost too easy to push.
And yet, despite this, it never felt like it was too mundane for there to be any enjoyment; if anything, for Valeri, the fact that she was spoiled for choice made it so that every time the two of them got together was subtly different from any other occasion, even if by just a little. Whenever they decided to wreck a bed by spending several hours going at it like wild animals, the teasing session leading up to it served as a means for the amazon to experiment, to see just what she could do differently while still eliciting the same response as always, almost like she was given Bryn’s control board and told to go nuts with it. Bryn herself wasn’t one to complain; if anything, she liked being played like that, it being a wonderful contrast between how easily she was led down that path and how animalistic and domineering she became after the ultimate pay-off… not that either of the two ever managed to establish superiority when both of their transformations were complete, but that was the point, ultimately: they may play off one another perfectly, they may be happy to be teased to hell and back and to surrender control to the other for the sake of a good time, but as soon as both of their bodies had turned into their more bestial selves, then everyone else better run for cover.
Hell, they might as well try and find something to hide behind already, given how destructive the lycanthropic transformation itself was; if not for the fact that the couch was already destroyed, it would’ve been utterly wrecked anyway with how much thrashing was involved, how much flailing there was even when Valeri did her best to contain it by holding Bryn in her own arms. The change wasn’t painful, far from it, but that was precisely why the werewolfess couldn’t help herself: the influx of pleasure was so great that she had to externalize it somehow, being gifted with so much additional energy that to hold still, to just sit there and do nothing felt more uncomfortable than whatever else she could possibly do.
Valeri, of course, knew this perfectly well, as she knew that it also had the rather fortuitous side-effect of leaving her partner incredibly pent-up if they couldn’t move at all during the transformation; more than once, for whatever reason, Bryn hadn’t been capable of shedding her excitement as much as she wanted to, leading to her being exceptionally frisky afterwards, and more than once, Valeri had taken advantage of this by holding her down until after the lycanthropic change was done, resulting in a very hug-happy puppy that wouldn’t be satisfied with “conventional stuff”, as she put it, for more than a few seconds. It was a dangerous game to be played, especially considering how sharp Bryn’s claws got, but to the amazon, the risk was worth it; all that was required of her was the strength and patience to hold down a transforming werewolfess, and then afterwards they could completely destroy the house as they found new and inventive ways of making love to one another, ones where the very destruction of their surrounding environs was proof positive of their utter dedication to each other… and how little they were ready to yield a single inch as well.
It was a competition, pure and simple, and as Bryn’s form began to expand outwards, their muscle mass multiplying just as their curves were simultaneously accentuated, skin replaced with coarse fur and skull elongating into a canine muzzle, Valeri knew that she had her work cut out for her; not only had the lycanthrope spent a good deal of time teasing her, leaving them horny by default, but judging by the way they were desperately trying to get out of the bind that the amazon had put them in, there was significantly more energy there than there usually was, enough that it felt downright dangerous for Valeri not to let it burst outwards… but still, she didn’t.
The giantess, no longer alone in how enormous she was, wanted to see the fire burning inside her partner’s eyes, wanted to feel their body heat shoot through the roof as their metabolism adapted to their new form; she wanted to go through every second of the change just as much as Bryn herself did, that the two of them could experience it together as the first step in that night’s entertainment. Plus, it gave Valeri the perfect position in which to fondle her partner’s bust, arguably the most sensitive part of the werewolfess’ body, and the one that was guaranteed to yield the most results; it certainly helped that it was consistently blessed with a frankly unnecessary amount of size compared to Bryn’s more athletic, post-transformation build, presumably because those breasts were as sensitive as they were, so Valeri made sure that they didn’t go ignored: one hand holding the werewolfess back, the other carefully massaging and kneading one of their mounds, occasionally bringing a thumb and index finger to do unspeakably scandalous things to Bryn’s nipple that left the poor gal literally howling at the top of their voice.
The sound wouldn’t be just metaphorical either; a minute or so was all that was needed for the transformation to take place, after which the remains of the couch suddenly had two very large women, neither of whom were particularly interested in being the one on the bottom, both of which wanted to get down to business as quickly as they possibly could. The thought of ruining their chances at ever being allowed in that cabin ever again never crossed their mind, or if it did, it was discarded quickly enough as to never have effectively been there at all; the one thing they wanted now as to compete for dominance, a friendly little thing where their bodies, being so enormous as they happened to be, were put to use discovering which of the two of them could hold out on top for longest, until inevitably the other one turned the tables and the cycle repeated itself.
They would quickly find themselves on a standing position, not having realized just when or how that happened, with Bryn practically lifting Valeri off their feet before crashing into (and very nearly through) the nearest wall, leaving the surface riddled with cracks radiating from the impact point; one of the werewolfess’ arms wrapped itself around one of the amazon’s legs, pulling it up just enough to expose the pinned giantess’ nethers, while Bryn’s free hand repaid her lover’s breast ministrations in kind, all-but forcing Valeri’s to moan out and beg for more herself… at least until the mini-giantess sensed an opportunity to bring both of her hands onto the werewolfess’ canine ears, rubbing their soft interior until Bryn was turned into silly putty, panting heavily and drooling like an open faucet while meekly protesting about such a gesture being “cheating”, all while trembling so much they couldn’t even stand up.
Of course, as soon as the lycanthrope was on the ground with Valeri above her, all it took was a single opening, a singular moment where her ears weren’t being pet in just the right way to make the werewolfess murr like a happy puppy, for the bestial creature to execute a perfect twist, spinning the two of them over one another until Valeri had their back flat against the ground, arms outstretched to their sides and eyes wide open, wondering whether they should beg for things that were better left not written down for posterity; this too would be flipped on its head, eventually at least, whenever the amazon sensed an opening and exploited that to keep the whole going thing, until the two were smashing against kitchen cabinets, ripping doors off their hinges, and generally making a complete mess of the cabin, thoroughly burning through any goodwill they could’ve once had with its owner.
By the time the two of them even managed to find their bedroom, most of the living space outside of it had been completely destroyed: curtains ripped down, windows cracked from bodily impact, walls crumbling as their plaster was either clawed out or simply broken, and not a single piece of upholstery had been left untouched; further to the side, the kitchen area was a complete mess, in between the multiple pieces of cracked stone, bent wood and the raw condiments the couple had bought having been spilled all over the floor. Even if they were to wake up in the morning and still want to use the cabin, which was less than debatable at that point, they simply wouldn’t be able to, not with the amount of destruction wrought to their environs; ultimately though, that was part of the charm, part of the enjoyment: as Valeri and Bryn progressed to the bedroom, not so much ripping the door off its hinges as they did simply snap it in half before proceeding to shatter the bedsprings on their mattress, they did so knowing that they left a path of chaos and mayhem in their wake, and that anyone who walked into the cabin would be left wondering if a tornado had blown through it when they weren’t paying attention.
This was mostly the reason why the couple had to keep looking for new places to go to for their vacations, and why they had to resort to using fake names when paying for a place to stay; they had both learned a long time prior that they were quite infamous in hostelry and tourism circles, with their real names being in at least a good dozen or so blacklists spread across thrice as many companies, all for the exact same reason: wanton destruction of property. Not that either of them particularly cared, of course; just as they climbed onto the broken remnants of what used to have been a king-sized bed, the werewolfess and amazon could only think about just how powerful their lovemaking was, and how every bit of damage done to their surroundings was naught but them reinforcing their devotion for one another, letting their partner know that they would happily move mountains if only it made their better half feel the slightest bit happier… and, when it came to arousal, they’d go even further if need be, because nothing else mattered but finding that sweet spot, that little death that would leave the both of them gasping for breath after achieving peak perfection, their bodies wasting all their energy in one glorious moment, an instant of nirvana really.
Of course, neither of them would be thinking in such terms, being reduced to little more than animals in heat, but their conscious selves could at least have some fun with those thoughts, alone in their cages in the back of the mini-giantess’ minds. They wouldn’t be allowed out until their more primal side was thoroughly satisfied, and given that both women’s stamina skyrocketed once they were transformed, that usually took anything from a couple of hours to an entire night’s worth of sleep, depending on how experimental they decided to get; even on that occasion, with the lycanthrope’s ministrations having kickstarted the whole thing beforehand, with the wrecking of the couch on the amazon’s part, with all the teasing and kneading and groping and whatever else they did, the couple still wouldn’t budge easily.
It was, at the end of the day, still a competition to determine which of them would be the first to break, one that wouldn’t end until the two of them were completely spent and unable to even so much as take a breath without having to struggle for it. Thankfully, there were no other cabins around theirs, otherwise their unfortunate neighbours would’ve had to deal with about three or so hours replete with noises the likes of which were typically reserved for movies of a more pornographic persuasion; in between the moaning, the groaning, the canine-like yowling and the occasional destruction of even more structurally load-bearing walls, it sounded and felt as if there was a wrecking crew operating in there at the same time as a porn flick was being filmed, a confusing set of thoughts that were sure to leave any onlookers eager for a little peek at what might be happening behind closed doors.
That night, however, was Bryn’s and Valeri’s only, and there wouldn’t be anything that could change that; come hell or high water, the two were locked in a contest for dominance, and if anyone or anything tried to stop them, they’d soon find out just how strong they were. This went double for the bed they were using, which, predictably, ended up turned into a heap of twigs and twisted metal springs before either giantess was even close to achieving climax, leaving them to find the most comfortable position possible amidst the ruins of what once had been something big enough for them two sleep on with space to spare.
Sometimes it would be Bryn, holding Valeri down with the extra strength received from the lycanthropic transformation, all four of their combined legs spread wide open so they could make good use of them; other times it’d be Valeri, employing her size to hold her precious puppy to the nearest wall so they couldn’t run away while she pressed all of their proverbial pressure points. And occasionally, it’d be neither of them, as they were both too embroiled in one another for either of them to claim any sort of dominance, which all too often ended up being the ultimate state in which they both reached climax… and that night would be no different.
Despite both women’s best efforts to claim the seat of victor for the night, they were both too far gone by the end, resulting in a release in which the two of them were, effectively, at their wit’s end; with two screams that would shake the cold summer night, both Valeri and Bryn gushed with carnal joy, as their bodies reached their tipping point and promptly flew off the edge as hard as they could, ending with both women limp, feeble and utterly destroyed in each other’s arms. From there, it took little more than a minute or so before they drifted off to sleep, amidst the ruins of what had once been a perfectly serviceable bedroom.
***
Morning didn’t come easily, nor did the realization that they would most likely have to cut their losses and just run as fast and far as possible after gathering all their stuff and shoving it into their bags ahead of schedule. It was unlikely that the person who rented them the cabin would ever come check on them during the allotted time, but both the werewolfess and amazon recognized that, given what they’d done to the place, they were best off getting as much distance between themselves and ground zero as possible; it was bad enough that they woke up in the middle of a turbulent nest of wood chips and torn cloth, with their bedroom window shattered into pieces, but once they walked through the wrecked door and saw just how extensive the damage to the living room was… suffice it to say, the only reason the two of them didn’t start audibly bemoaning their fate was because they knew all too well what had led to the scene they were looking at, and any attempt at recalling it stood a reasonable chance of kickstarting yet another round, even with their bodies being as sore as they were.
“I feel like I got run over,” Bryn complained, rubbing her lower back, “what did you even do to me?”
“That a trick question?” Valeri fired back, smiling deviously, “Because I think it’d be faster if-”
“Yeah, I get it” - the playful punch on Bryn’s part came almost immediately accompanied by her throwing her arms around her partner’s neck, bringing the two of them into a tight embrace - “Could afford to do this more often.”
“Looking at what we did, I don’t think we can.”
“Oh, you know what I mean!” - a smooch, and the two of them were separate again - “Besides, maybe we should try and find some place that caters to folks like us. I mean, imagine what we could do if we didn’t break everything whenever we got horny.”
Bryn’s words rang true with Valeri, but that didn’t stop the amazon from blushing anyway. The reason for it was obvious, and just as much to Bryn as it was to Valeri herself: did they want to avoid breaking things? Or did they, perhaps, seek to do it more often, to trash whatever cabin or hotel room would have them until they were forbidden from ever going anywhere they didn’t already own?
“You’re incorrigible,” Bryn chuckled, turning towards the bedroom, “now come on, we need to find my underwear.” | yiff-extreme |
Title: Caught in the act by Zakanfien
Tags: Ejaculation, Feline, Handjob, Human, Other/Herm, Panther, Public, Vaginal, Zoophilia
Disclaimer:
This story involves sexual activity between a female human and male panther. This is a pure work of fiction. The events I describe here didn't happen. No resemblance between the characters involved and any person, living or dead, is intended. This story may be distributed freely but may not be sold, or changed, or used in any commercial way.
Finally, if you try to do this for real, get turned into fresh tasty kitty food and eaten for breakfast or get yourself complete addicted to big cats, don't blame me! I deny any responsibility for the actions your take after reading my erotic fiction :-)
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### Caught in the act ###
Just the other day when I was relaxing quietly in the bright spring sun, taking a little private time off from my daily work in a wooden deck chair and wrapped into a thick soft and warm blanket, Baggy, my most beloved black panther, came lazily strolling by like he always did. He rubbed his smooth muscular body along my legs, which were resting on a small stool, while he walked by (sort of) and he clearly wished for some attention from my side.
"Hey Baggy, my cute lovely black beauty, how you are doing on such a great sunny day in spring?" I asked him in a very polite manner while I blinked my eyes a few times to adjust better to that dazzling bright light of the day. He turned himself towards me, faced me and yawned like he wanted to make clear that he was very bored at the moment, bright sunny day or not. "Why don't you lay yourself down besides me then and start enjoying the warm and bright springtime sun together with me for a while?" I asked him and winked at him with a broad grin.
He looked back, directly into my face, blinked a few times with his wonderful emerald eyes and shook himself a tiny bit while he made his fur on the back standing up straight. This was just one of that particular times when he did really funny things that made me laugh. I broadly grinned. He clearly told me in body language that this springtime sun maybe was foreboding a blazing hot summer but nevertheless was too darn cold to feel comfortable laying around on the ground, even with his thicker winter fur still on him.
"OK Baggy, I can understand this..." I giggled "...why don't you go back into our trailer then where it's warm and comfy. I'll stay here some more time just enjoying the bright sunny day, the blue sky and the wonderful fresh air. I'll join up with you inside the trailer later my kitty..." I told Baggy and closed my eyes again because I held the whole thing for settled now.
My error. Baggy suddenly pushed hard from below against my knee joints and forced his sleek head through the gap he created in doing so. I couldn't see him doing it because of my very thick blanket but I felt him pushing and squeezing.
"Oh come on Baggy, just allow me a little rest here in the wonderful sun. What do you want?" I asked him a little bit annoyed.
He squeezed his sleek body all the way through my now partly opened legs in a way only a cat can do and shove himself between me and the thick blanket, ending up with his feline body right on top of me. He slowly pushed his furry head through the space between the covering blanket and my chest and made himself very comfortable there, rubbing his face sideways on my chest in an "I feel comfy too now! That's very nice of you..." meaning.
"Baaagie! Sometimes you are a real hassle! You are no small kitten anymore that has a weight not worth mentioning. Get off me for heavens sake you heavy big lazy kitty..." I grumbled at him but he just made himself more comfortable by rubbing his fur covered forehead against my chin and by shifting his whole weight around a bit to get himself into a better resting position pretty much like if I was his very own soft cushion to have a comfortable rest on.
"Baggy! Darn it, can't you just once act like a normal cat and sleep in front of the heater and not always on top of me. Why do I have to be that cursed with such a demanding kitty..." I mumbled in played anger but couldn't restrain a silent giggle. In truth I pretty much liked him there because his warm and most elegant feline body felt like a heavy cushion itself placed nicely on top of me that one could squeeze softly and cuddle himself very nicely into...
I sight: "OK cute one, if you have to stay try to be a little bit less heavy if that's somehow possible for you ..."
Baggy shifted his body around again and the weight on top of my chest suddenly really lessened a good deal. "We reached an accord my love..." I told him and rubbed him softly along his flanks in gratitude. The temperature below the thick blanket increased noticeable and Baggy clearly enjoyed his little nap in the sun together with me. I sleepily closed my eyes again and crawled him very gentle below his soft fur covered chin for a while. I really loved him and to be near him always made me glad and completely satisfied with my wonderful life.
We lay together silently for some minutes, enjoyed the sun, the cold spring breeze on our uncovered faces and the beloved comradeship we shared when I suddenly noticed a tiny but well known poking sensation down there between my two legs. I sprung open my eyes and needed some seconds to readjust to that dazzling bright sunlight in a world outside the silent dreamy blackness I had enjoyed walking in. When I was finally able to see focused again I gazed directly into a most innocent looking cat face. Baggy had his eyes entirely closed and clearly enjoyed this sunny day on top of me with a very glad smile on his beautiful looking feline face. I closed my eyes and giggled softly into myself because I took this little "accidental poking" down there for a very erotic feline dream he surely was enjoying right now. Maybe even I was involved for a good deal in that sensual dream of him! This stunning idea made me somehow feel very proud of myself. Unfortunately Baggy obviously enjoyed a very realistic sensual dream.
Slowly, gently, absolutely smooth in any possible way thinkable -- so that I nearly failed to notice it first -- he bit by bit worked his warm feline member through the two overlapping leather stripes that were secretly built into my trousers crotch. I accidentally wore my specially prepared trainer outfit for my little sun bathing because I had planned for a wonderful long lesson with Rajah on the divan that very evening. The warm, moisture and very smooth sensation that started slowly spreading throughout my whole slit was very alarming and at the same time uttermost delightful. It felt like a slick ring finger, bathed in cream and covered all over with it, entering me gently, straight and with unbelievable accuracy to hit the perfect angle.
I opened my eyes again to communicate somehow with beloved Baggy but he still looked absolutely confident in his dreamy slumber. Did I maybe imagine that whole slick penetration thing with my body senses because I physically remembered stuff we already had done and very much enjoyed doing together?
To be sure of that once and for all I reached carefully -- to not disturb cute Baggy in his slumber if possible -- down with my hands to my crotch. And like I already had expected Baggy really was resting not only very comfortable on top of me but with one well known particular part of him also a good pleasant way inside me. How he could manage to keep calm and dreamy while he very easy melted deep into me I really couldn't imagine. Nevertheless, a warm, wet, wonderful feeling kept slowly moving up my engulfing love tunnel and I rapidly became very lustful, felt myself getting wet just by that very arousing idea of cute Baggy deep inside me...
"Baggy, my love, what are you doing?" I asked him in quiet whisper and brushed up and down along his whole flank with my both hands to wake him softly out of his erotic slumber. "Do you try to sneak into me for a change?" I spoke softly to him and couldn't manage to hold back a very soft laughter. This whole thing was so bizarre that suddenly the old wisdom of not waking up a sleeping tiger sprang into my mind. Well, Baggy wasn't exactly a tiger and I had woken up Rajah for some private play a few times by now and he always was more than willing to interrupt his beauty slumber for that particular reason! This saying sounded plain stupid for me and that realization amused me so very much...
Baggy seemed not to hear my silent questions but suddenly shifted his whole weight together with his sleek muscular body in a rolling over motion to the left. I gasped because his completely hard and deep inside me member more or less pulled me over with him like a lever. That sudden and quite hard twisting sensation inside me really gave me a whole thrill of lusty shudder.
I rolled myself around together with him as good as possible without a real choice. We both ended up sharing my wooden deck chair side by side facing each other. He had his emerald cat eyes fully opened and all sleep was gone. And if that darn funny innocent face he made wasn't a very big grin I'm a silly little kitten.
"Baggy, just stop it, please! We are in the public, we can't play this wonderful game right now even if I would love to do it with you so very much..." I told him in a concerned whisper only he could possibly hear "...please wait till later and we can play our sweet game as long as you like to do it with me. I promiiiieeee..."
Just that very moment he started his lightning quick strokes with his most wonderfully hard member deep inside me.
This quick push and pulling sensations were completely different to anything I already knew from him. He more or less made his whole length inside me vibrate with speedy quick motions and this really made me sweat very hard in an instant because it felt sooooooo darn good! "Baggy, pleeease, we shouldn't dooo...oh god..." I plead into his face for a bit of reason, for an immediate stop of this madness that overtook me, that I welcomed instead of denied. I disliked him very much for getting me deliberately in that very special physical state but at the same time I loved him so hard that it really did hurt me, not physically but spiritual. I loved him with all my heart and soul, with all my being.
He hit the jackpot that very moment because he suddenly rubbed his rapidly pulsing and fully hardened member in unbelievable quick little strokes over my blazing clit. And to make everything perfect he started at the same time to lick the emerging sweat pearls from my face with his rough tongue and the most unbelievable innocent look spread all over his whole face like he did nothing at all. My clit exploded in burning hot waves of sweet pain mingled inseparable with the hardest kick of lust I ever had to endure.
"Baggy, you are such a perv...Ohmygod...Ohmygood...Ohhmygoooood!" I whimpered softly with sudden tears of joy in my eyes. I really tried hard but simply couldn't manage to hold back a wonderfully long stretched and pretty slow developing orgasm that blossomed inside me like a spring flower just that very instant.
Baggy was close too because his strokes got slower and much harder. I couldn't resist the burning hot urge any longer because nothing really mattered anymore for me except my wonderful sexual climax.
I grabbed him with my both hands behind his hip, dug my fingers hard into him and pulled his whole body with force into mine. He continued to lick my face, absolutely pleased with what he had achieved, where he had brought me once again. He came in many tiny wet shots of semen inside my vagina and his whole body shook softly in his own wonderful relief. His penis made throbbing motions inside me and he for sure loved that slow deep melting with me so completely like I did.
I have never felt such a very pleasing long period of perfect harmony before. All my cats most of the time like to do it the quick and rough way but they love to do it over and over again. This time Baggy gave the long shot a try and you can take that literally. He delivered for an astonishing long time inside me and it felt godly. I wrapped my arms around him and rubbed my face against his in loving joys, pretty much like if he was a soft plush I could cuddle as hard and as long into as I liked. But this plush was breathing, licking my face and best of all: he had his stiff wet toy placed deep inside me and leaked his warm semen like he would never ever stop again. Little vibrations ran up and down my whole love tunnel and they made me sigh hard a few times in disbelieve. His very hot member inside me moved back and forth in soft pulses, up and down by his muscular contractions and every time it did this motion it filled me up with one more spurt of his warm feline seed. I bit hard into my lower lip just to keep myself from moaning out too loud in pleasures beyond believe. I pretty soon tasted my own blood on my lips but I didn't care. This side ways fuck with him was worth it because it was just indescribable intense and wonderful...
Baggy suddenly pushed himself with his two front paws a little bit away from my chest and I didn't understand why he suddenly did this. Had I angered him in some way? Just a moment later I did understand.
"Ah, two love birds taking a nap together. How cute..." a male voice suddenly sounded out near us. I was so very shocked that I nearly pissed myself all over and poor Baggy with me. I turned my red head quite fast around and saw Mike, one of our stunt riders, standing near the fence door.
"Is it safe to come in or are your other big cats roaming the ground?" he asked me and now I really feared the worst and got pretty pale instead.
"I... I think...they are all in their cages...uhhhh..." I replied and nearly got a heart attack when Baggy suddenly flexed his stiff penis deep inside me a few times and for sure released another sticky load of his cum into me, exactly when I tried to answer that guy looking as innocently as possible in that absolutly awkward situation.
He made a skeptical face but nodded. "May I come in then and get our money from the storage van to pay the new hay delivery?"
I looked blank into his face for some seconds, not understanding a single word he was talking about. Baggy had a lot of fun licking my left ear from behind my shoulder while he still fired shot after shot of his feline cum everywhere inside my vagina.
I quickly nodded and turned my head around to face Baggy. I was so very angry at him but at the same time I had an inhuman mental struggle in suppressing a knocking me out for sure second orgasm and a hard fit of naughty laughter about this whole absurd scene I was captured in.
This god darn pervert cat really really enjoyed all this! It clearly turned him on big time to know a human male near us, observing us while he came inside me so hard that his seed slowly seeped out of my vagina and down my crack all into my trouser. I already felt sticky everywhere with his feline cum. He did things inside me with his penis that made me breath hard and sweat all over in pretty no time at all and that kept me constantly on the very edge of another orgasm that would have revealed everything! Everything!
Mike opened the door very careful, looked left and right like if he had to cross a heavily used speedway. I had turned my face slowly back to watch him enter our inner fence and tried hard to keep mental distance to fucking Baggy. Mike clearly looked very scared and still feared an ambush of my three other beauties. Mike slowly moved over to our wooden deck chair and now that whole absurd scene focused into one single moment in time.
"It's pretty hot below that thick blanket even if it's only springtime sun, huh?" he asked me and I nearly fell into a hard to explain outburst of uncontrollable silly laughter.
"You have no idea..." I answered and smiled weakly. Baggy licked my face clean of all that salty sweat pearls, very much like if he had understood every single word said in our short conversation.
"Wonderful black cat you have there. He seems to like you very much. All your big cats obviously do like you. Great big cat show by the way..." Mike said when he walked by and kept his eyes fixed on Baggy in much respect.
"Thanks. Baggy is a real cute one..." I answered in a much more controlled way than before. The peak of my long orgasm had finally left me together with that strong fear of falling suddenly into another one because of some stupid thing Baggy could do with me just for the pure fun he got out of this all.
Baggy was very pleased and absolutely satisfied. Not only had he enjoyed a wonderful fuck with me inside the chair, he also had done it in front of another male, a human male! He still leaked tiny amounts of his feline cream inside me and when Mike finally entered our storage trailer to get the money from the safe I couldn't restrain myself any moment longer. The storage van door closed behind Mile and I licked Baggy all over his nose pad with my tongue and squeezed him hard between my legs and arms. "You are such a naughty pervert cat you know! Fucking me right in front of him! I still can't believe you really did this! I told you to stop it but you didn't. I'll have to punish you for your disobedience and you know what - I'll think about something special to do that. And this time you will plea for mercy but I won't hear you either. And that's a promise my lovely sex maniac..." I told him, licked him all over his muzzle with my soft tongue and squeezed him so hard that he meowed softly in played protest. I released him from my grasp just in time because I heard Mike opening the van's door from inside. He reappeared in the doorway of the storage van.
"Did you get the money from the safe?" I asked him very relaxed and Mike just nodded. Secretly I shivered all over below the thick blanket while I pretended to be calm. Baggy had decided to pull his hard member slowly out of me and his remarkable hot tool scratched over my very sensitive clit with it's whole length while leaving. I believe that Baggy enjoyed the best time of his life together with me on my wooden deck chair. We have enjoyed doing it in hundreds of different ways but this one clearly thrilled him the absolute most. His hard tool still twitched softly and lost drops of fluid when it finally came free from my completely soaked place with a very loud smack that I hoped Mike couldn't link to us.
I took his stiff tool secretly in my hand and gave him a decent hand job below the blanket. Now Baggy widened this eyes in astonishment and this time I grinned into his face. His tool was covered all over with our mixed fluids and this made the hand-job very easy for me and absolute enjoyable wet for him. I pleased him with very soft, slow and squeezing strokes and he came again inside my engulfing hand after just a few milking squeezes. He started a soft growling while he clearly enjoyed his continuing relief with closed eyes.
"Mike, do you want to pet cute Baggy before you leave?" I asked him while he walked by on his quick way out of the fence and this time Baggy widened his eyes in quiet protest and gave me a really annoyed look.
"Nah, thanks, maybe some other time. He doesn't seem too pleased at the moment 'caus he's growling..." Mike said and closed the door of the fence behind him with a clang, clearly pretty releaved to be outside the huge cage and in safety again.
"And I've to give the money to the hay delivery service at once or we'll get no more hay this year. Your big cats don't need hay but our horses do. See you around..." he shouted and waved his hand in a hurry while he walked away very quick.
"I think he's a bit afraid of your kind and doesn't understand your lusty growling..." I laughed heartily towards Baggy. I got my filled hand up to my face and opened it in front of Baggy like a small bowl. I gave Baggy's seed a tasteful lick with my tongue. He joined in and licked the rest of his creamy remains from my hand bowl with absolute delight.
"I really have no idea what makes Mike think that such a most lovely kitty -- I squeezed Baggy again like a soft pillow on top of me after he had finished his cleaning of my hand and licked his nose instead -- may do him harm in any way. The only thing you really would love to do is fucking me crazy directly in front of him for hours, wouldn't you?" I asked him a rhetorical question.
I really laughed hard when Baggy showed me his complete agreement by rubbing his forehead onto mine in a clear provocative manner, stating that I should pretty please check that particular theory out as soon as anyhow possible.
"Yeah, I can imagine pretty well that you would love to prove me right. Sometimes you are a really strange cat you know. But I love you the way you are my sweet lovely big kitten..." I kissed him again softly on his black nose pad and relaxed back into my chair.
"Are I'm finally allowed now to enjoy the sun for just a few more minutes? I hope that you are no longer that much bored..." I asked him and laughed heartily. He sneaked back under the blanket and managed himself out of the deck chair in some miraculous way. How he could do so is another mystery of cat physics. It sometimes really looks like they are able to bend nature's laws with their feline bodies.
Nevertheless, Baggy suddenly stood in front of the deck chair and shook himself softly to let his thick winter fur fall back into an ordered look. He meowed a short "thanks maam for all the great fun!" in my direction and strolled away most elegant like he always did.
I shook my head and the only words I could find to express my current feelings was a heartily spoken 'Those god darn sexoholic cats really need another hobby!' with many soft giggles.
I rested inside the warm sun for round about half an hour and finally decided that I had enjoyed quite enough sun for today. With some trouble I unfolded myself out of the deck chair after that long period of rest without much movement. The joints of my legs felt stiff and so did my softly aching shoulders. I stood up and begun to fold my thick blanket neatly together.
While I did that I became aware that cute Baggy had really enjoyed an outstanding good time. He had made very good use of his stay inside me because a sheer river of his feline seed suddenly issued out of my vagina and right into my trouser. It felt like if I enjoyed a pee and my own warm stream kept running down the insides of my closed legs. But this stream was white...
Another hot shiver of sexual fury raged through my whole body because of that physical stimuli that felt so wonderful naughty. Standing here and sensing Baggy's cum oozing slowly down the whole length of my legs and into my leather boots really kicked me big time in an arousing manner. I absolutely loved that feeling! My mind made wild jumps from one pornographic memory into the next and I was nearly losing the grip on myself. I slowly closed my legs further together to keep the steady stream of Baggy's cum at bay and let it drip by drip seep out of me.
"I'll make him pay for this! Oh yes! I'll pay that black kitty back big time..." I mumbled into myself and tried hard to focus on folding the blanket together in a neatly way while my mind nearly went bye bye with hundreds of most thrilling pay back ideas. It had to be something very special, something very extreme.
Suddenly a most brilliant plan flashed into my mind. I grinned devilish. Oh yeah, he will absolutly love this... | FSE |
Title: Freeing Kirsty Ch. 02
Tags: castrated or knee-capped, am i in danger, just look at that figure, lecherous old fool, sampling her wares, sampling various fragrances, look of a jilted lover, massaged with her feet, reached for his hand, opened her legs
SO FAR: Divorcee Merrick Jamieson (35) visiting New York comes into contact with the moll of the mysterious Spiro whom the spirited Kirsty Fallon has reason to fear if she so much looks at another man. But when Merrick makes painful contact with her leg Kirsty (25) finds something has been triggered inside her.
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Riding the off-peak train for just under an hour from Penn Station to Bellmore on the Long Island Rail Road, Kirsty and Merrick happily exchanged information about their youth, family connections and interests.
Without embarrassment Kirsty revealed that she had no need to work, that she was a kept woman and all that was required of her was to be waiting at the apartment when Spiro called twice a month, usually for a two or three night stay-over. Spiro took her out every night, including to business dinners and wild parties – "hence all my little black dresses you saw in the wardrobe."
In turn Kirsty was fascinated to Merrick was a self-employed photo-journalists who worked through three agencies and because of his reputation in delivering in top content, quality and on time, he said he was able to pick his clients according to his interest in their requirements. He said he loved action sport and for a time was on the South Pacific circuit as a semi-professional kick-boxer, but Kirsty showed no interest in that because she was anti-violence, not that she told her new companion that.
Kirsty had voluntarily answered something that had been puzzling Merrick – why she, as a local resident – had been at the Frick Collection today of all days when she could have visited it many times in the past? She'd explained she'd gone to see a special exhibition of bronzes, and since she was in the gallery had gone on to see the work of three of her favourite artists, one of whom was Johannes Vermeer.
"Whereupon you chose to step right under my backward moving foot," teased Merrick.
Kirsty countered: "There was this yokel, standing in front of me who inexplicably moved backwards to step all over me."
They laughed. At that moment Merrick remembered her urging him to flee.
"Why did you urgently say to me, 'Go, go'?"
"Because I am the property of Spiro. If he, his associates or his agents see me with another man it's possible that man could be harmed," Kirsty said unsmilingly.
"My God, do you mean garrotted and dumped into the Hudson?"
"Perhaps, or castrated or knee-capped or simply roughed up a bit."
Merrick gaped. "You freed me then fifteen minutes later pulled me back into the web. I can't believe I'm hearing this."
"Calm down Kiwi. There's little to fear. Spiro gives me three days' notice before he arrives and he has no-one to watch me; he trusts me totally otherwise he would be unable to fall asleep with me. That's how it works. I shooed you away in the gallery because an injury to a member of the public is most unusual and surely would be reported to administration and that could get into the press or a newsletter. Then an agent or associate of Spiro's might just happen to sight my name in the report of me being injured by a man – in this case you."
She continued, "The attendants took my name and address but naturally I was unable to provide them with your name. Spiro would not bother to ask for an explanation; he'd just order you to be picked up. Your image would be on gallery security cameras. I image imagine your fate would depend on the information he extracted from you and how he felt on the day."
"How he felt on the day?"
"Yes, is that so strange? Does that not apply to teachers and anyone else administering discipline?"
"I...er...am not sure how to answer that."
"Well, I don't make the rules, nor do I have a snow flake's chance in hell of changing them." "What about now; am I in danger?"
"Of course not. Spiro and his people ride in black automobiles. Trains are for the common people."
"What about any agent of Spiro seeing me coming out of the apartment in your company or running this morning with you?"
"That's where the system of looking after the boss's interests defeats itself. Spiro's associates – at least those subservient to him – and his agents know that I am to be left entirely free of surveillance. So if they should report me on a possible act of indiscretion I might not be the only one facing punishment."
By now Merrick was certain that Spiro was not in the business of servicing refrigerators or providing contract cleaning services to department stores.
"This pal Spiro of yours – what line of business is he in?"
"It is not in you best interest to know, Merrick; any further questions?"
"No, and thank you for your frankness; my growing affection towards you remains unchanged."
"Your growing affection? Oh God, Merrick. Don't pull that one on me. I'm just a lonely girl sick of the company of other females who chanced upon you as being someone exceedingly interesting. Spiro simply could not tolerate the thought of being cuckolded. The mere whisper that I might be involved with someone else, no matter where that person disappeared to, could initiate a retrieval mission. Be very certain of that, and be very certain that there is no limit on the amount of money available to ensure such a mission ends in success."
"Good heavens, Kirsty. This is the 21st Century, not the 1920s. People don't behave like that any longer – they are not allowed to behave like that any longer."
Kirsty reached for his hand. "Merrick, sweet Merrick, a visitor from a part of this Planet where personal retribution and other crimes are perhaps virtually unknown. Read your newspapers while in New York; watch the TV news, listen to radio. You'll find that the police and other crime busters spend much of their effort investigating crime rather than preventing it. Don't fight the notion – just accept that crime is a business going on all around us. Just be a good tourist, keep your nose clean and in all probability your nose will remain clean."
Merrick gave her the grim look of a jilted lover and lowering his voice, said: "Do you think we are being followed now?"
"No but then again who really knows anything?"
"Right, I was supposed to phone Uncle James to fetch us from the station. He has an old, large red Jaguar, possibly the easiest vehicle on the whole of Long Island to tail. If you don't mind, we'll take a cab and do a spot of cross country jogging to shake off any tail."
Kirsty giggled and said he was funny. "But what you suggest sounds exciting and professional. Obviously you go to gangster movies?"
"Cheeky bitch."
"Oh sweetie, the sweet things you say to me."
They laughed at their jesting.
She'd call him sweetie, using a 1920's style gangster moll accent. When the laughter died they remained gazing at each other – the jesting had become transparent.
"Oh God," Kirsty whispered looking deeply into his eyes.
"Let it be," Merrick soothed.
Kirsty and Merrick left the taxi at the entrance to the park through which he'd jogged on the morning of his arrival at his aunt and uncle's home.
They walked down the long path beside the waterway and turned left at the far end, pausing to look back before doing so. The only living thing they say behind them was a cat licking its butt. They were greeted at the house by the short, plump and red-faced James Cleland, distinguished by white-cropped hair who expressed disappointment he'd not been called to the station.
"You can ferry us back to the station Uncle."
"Uncle; don't like it. Call me Jimmy boy; you too girl."
"But really, we've only just met," Kirsty fussed. "You don't know a thing about me."
"Well, my name doesn't know you don't know me," Jimmy cracked. His visitors laughed with him.
"Come in you noisy Bohemians," shrilled a voice. Knowing that first appearances count, Merrick pulled Jimmy back by the arm and pushed Kirsty forward. "Ladies first, Jimmy," he whispered.
"Goodness gracious, just look at you; you're beautiful. Oh my, just look at that figure," enthused the over-weight Aunty Betty.
"I've been trying to, but she keeps moving," Jimmy grumbled, pausing to say 'Hello Tweet-Tweet' to a canary caged on a stand singing its welcome.
"You, you lecherous old fool. Get your better glasses if you want to take a proper look at our sweet visitor. You can't read curves properly with reading glasses," Aunty Betty cackled.
After the introductions Jimmy was instructed to show Kirsty the house; Betty obviously wanted words with Merrick.
"You gave me a fright not coming home – this is New York," she began.
Merrick went on the defensive, preparing to tell her that as a thirty-five year old he was capable of running his own life, even in foreign counties.
"I promised your mother I'd keep an eye on you. However, you were a good boy phoning me as soon as you could wriggle out of her arms."
That defused the situation and Merrick thanked her for her concern and pointed out that despite all signs to the contrary, he and Kirsty had not been lovers and nor were likely to be. Betty glanced at him and read the truth.
"My poor boy," she soothed. "You can't let a lovely lady like that slip through your fingers without sampling her wares. I will attempt to pave the way for you."
That startled Merrick. "Oh no, don't play cupid," he pleaded. "It could become so embarrassing. She has her reasons; she's with someone who's away at the moment."
Merrick briefed her about his entire encounter with Kirsty, though avoiding references to Spiro's background and the fact the hood supported Kirsty financially.
"It sounds to me that she's his fancy woman," Betty concluded shrewdly. "But that is none of our business. Here they come. "James, please serve us coffee and cookies on the lawn – I don't think it's too cool to be sitting out there, although autumn is well with us. Then get the car out and we'll go down to the boardwalk at Jones Beach for a family stroll and then a picnic lunch. Merrick, assist James please."
Obviously it was Kirsty's turn for a one-on-one. When the men arrived under the pergola with morning tea Merrick was relieved to find Kirsty smiling happily and even managing to verbally engage in the conversation with his bossy and talkative aunt.
Returning along the boardwalk to a sheltered spot they sipped a glass of wine while Betty served a salmon salad to be followed by apple pie.
"The poor boy's mother emailed me when he was on the way here instructing me to ensure he tasted real American apple pie so he's getting fed it twice a day," Betty smiled.
"I'll be glad when he's gone and we can return to more interesting fare," Jimmy grumbled although eyeing the pie.
On the boardwalk Betty had explained to Kirsty that she'd turned twenty when her parents went to Auckland where her father had been appointed general manager-designate of an American-owned insurance company. She'd refused to go with them and after a big family row went and proposed to her current boyfriend James, who accepted. They married a week before her parents and younger sister Linda left for New Zealand.
"Linda had her 60th birthday last year and we went Down Under for it. We had a lovely time and it was only the second time we'd met Merrick who was devastated by the collapse of his marriage. At that stage he was fighting to retain the two children, a fight that ultimately the poor boy lost."
Noting that the two men strolling in front of them were deep in conversation, Betty took Kirsty by the hand. "This is presumptuous of me to say this, my dear, but that's how I am. That boy has known you for only a few hours but already you've done wonders to him. He arrived here with the same dead eyes that I remembered seeing last year – but look at him now; they are shining again!"
"Well, Mrs Cleland..."
"Call me Betty, leave off the aunty."
"How nice, thank you Betty. Well, we haven't..."
"I've already dragged that situation out of him. There is no need to say more. Just meeting you has been the tonic he required. Obviously your personality is greater than the glimpses I've gained so far."
Betty let her grip go as Kirsty laughed, the light of happiness permeating her face. Her head was thrown back a bit and the long line of her neck appeared sculptured.
"Good heavens." Betty whispered. "I can see it now why that boy is smitten; he'll be longing to touch you."
Kirsty looked a little bewildered. Patting the much shorter Betty on the shoulder, she said: "Why are you talking to me like this? I have someone else."
"Because, my dear, there are four days of exquisite enjoyment waiting before you before he leaves us. They are there for the taking. That's enough from me; let's wind up the men by inviting them to paddle in the sea."
Topping up three of the wine glasses Betty informed Merrick that he was restricted to water.
"Why?" he protested.
"Because you will be driving; you're taking this lovely lady shopping later this afternoon at Roosevelt Field Mall, returning here by 7:00 for a lovely roast dinner. Here are the keys to the Jaguar."
Merrick looked quickly at Kirsty, who nodded.
"Thank you Aunty Betty, Jimmy," Merrick enthused. "That's great, but do you mind if we took your Honda, Aunty Betty?"
Betty thought that would be a good idea, especially since the roads would be busy and they would be reading the map unless Kirsty knew the way. Kirsty said she was familiar with the main routes and had been to the mall a couple of times.
As they drove off Kirsty said she would prefer to go to Sunrise Mall as 'everyone' went to Roosevelt Field. Merrick caught the drift and agreed they should keep out of the limelight.
Walking into the smaller mall Kirsty slipped her hand into Merrick's. He looked surprised but saw by the look on her face that she was simply out to enjoy herself; she was after all a woman and this was shopping!
Glancing at Kirsty again, Merrick wondered what she really thought of him. Her grip on his hand tightened momentarily as if to answer that - either it was that or it was the handbag she glanced at as they were passing through Macy's. Never in his life could Merrick recall being wrenched out of his axis by a woman so quickly as this.
Admittedly he'd never had such a dramatic opening encounter, one that surely would never be topped. But memorable as it was, that was not entirely it – the real moment of one-on-one engagement came when she appeared at his side in the garden court at the gallery. He'd looked up into her waist upon hearing her voice, scarcely believing it was her; his heart had flipped. Snapping out of that introspection, Merrick noticed Kirsty's lingering sideway glance at the perfume emporium – the collection of counters was too large at Macy's to be dubbed a bar.
"Should we look," he suggested, simultaneously steering her into the glittering environment of wanton temptation.
Forty-five minutes were spent in a tight huddle sampling various fragrances. Kirsty was invited to choose one; she couldn't decide so nominated five and asked Merrick to make the decision for her. Only one she had not used before, so he chose that – Pure Poison by Dior, purchasing two of larger spray units. He also purchased two sprays of Burberry Brit Fragrance, saying one was for Betty and the other for his mother.
"And the second sprayer of Pure Poison?"
"You shall be notified in due course," was all that Merrick would say.
Out in the mall Merrick was hauled into a jewellery display where after almost thirty minutes Kirsty asked him to leave her for a few minutes. He went diagonally across the concourse to another jeweller's and was back sitting on a seat within two minutes.
Merrick watched her walking towards him. At just over six foot tall she was a magnificent specimen, moving with the grace of a sportswoman. She played tennis and swam as well as jogged with extended sprinting bursts, went to the gym and admitted she scarcely ate anything. She was the tallest white woman he could see in the reasonably crowded mall. He stood up as she approached, noticing that there was a serious tone to her smile. She walked straight into him, and clasping her arms around his neck and leaning back she said, "We are wasting time, let's behave like lovers."
Merrick was tongue tied so performed the alternative - he kissed her, long and deeply. "Look, Larry. These guys are having sex."
Kirsty and Merrick broke apart and looked down at two grinning eight or nine-year-old boys who then moved on, looking back and giggling.
Arriving back at 6:15 Merrick and Kirsty found the house lit up and the Jaguar gone. The house was locked but Merrick knew where the emergency key was hidden.
Inside the front door on the floor was a note from Betty: "Your dinner will be ready at 7:00. Enjoy. Jimmy and I are staying the night with friends."
"How sweet of them," Kirsty said excitedly, twirling herself into Merrick's grasp. "We can have a leisurely meal and you can put me on a late train back to the city."
"Yes," said Merrick, before burying his mouth into hers.
After a drink they began serving the meal, working awkwardly until Kirsty took command to create greater efficiency. Merrick took the roasted beef to the table to 'rest' where he found a letter addressed to Kirsty and marked, 'Not to be opened until you are finishing after-dinner liquors.'
They had a lovely dinner, chatting with great affection and happiness. After clearing away they took coffee into the sitting room and sat on the exceedingly comfortable lounge chairs sipping coffee. Kirsty downed her liquor fast and then went off to read the letter.
She returned to announce, "Your bath is ready sir. We are staying the night."
Merrick was beside her in a flash, kissing her passionately and getting a suitable response. At the same time Kirsty began undressing him and he reciprocated. Soon he had a warm breast in his hand and was licking the extending nipple gently. Kirsty sighed.
She led him to the bedroom lit only by a circle of candles on the floor around the bed.
"Betty wrote that I was to stay for the night. There is clean linen on the bed. I was to light the candles and run a bath for two. They used to do this when they were young. Isn't she lovely?"
Merrick took Kirsty behind her knees and lifted her. They kissed and she worked a hand down between her hip and his waist until gasping, "What's this?"
"It's for you to find out," grinned Merrick, walking her to the bathroom while trying not to pant due to lust and her deadweight.
Kirsty had massaged him with her feet in the bath and she had sucked his toes. Not surprisingly, after quickly towelling each other dry they fell into bed in a high state of arousal and after multiple orgasms drifted into exhausted sleep in each other's arms.
At dawn Kirsty was awakened by myriads of soft kisses circling her breasts and then progressing downwards, temporarily halting for a tongue twirl around her navel. Sleepily she stretched and opened her legs wide as the soft lips neared their target. Lifting her hips she offered the morsel, and was not disappointed. Soon she was writhing in ecstasy and then screamed as she came in a gush.
"My turn," she said, rolling her lover over, and then leaning over his stomach in reverse position began licking him gently before picking up the pace. He busied his fingers and they both came within seconds of each other.
After resting, they showered and dressed and were having breakfast in the sunroom when their hosts signalled their arrival with a couple of hearty warning blasts on the car horn.
Betty looked disappointed to find them finishing breakfast.
"I was looking forward to bringing you breakfast in bed," she pouted.
After lunch Kirsty and Merrick returned by train to the city. Kirsty had explained that she needed to be at home at evenings in case Spiro called. Their understanding was that if she was out one night, she should be at home the next, allowing him to give her notice of his intending arrival.
Questioned why Spiro would want to be so considerate, Kirsty laughed and replied in a near whisper, as their carriage was crowded. "That's a polite way of demonstrating he doesn't keep me on a tight leash. Well, in his words, he doesn't want me to be a mechanical pussy."
"Oh."
"Yes, from that I guess I don't have to explain the double entendre?"
"Quite. So you are entirely at his disposal – that you are left without having to take a job or accept other responsibilities?"
"Very good – you have summed it up well. That's why I have my freedom - to do things to keep me interested in life and have my group of girlfriends. Never have I been told specifically not to have males as friends as it's understood I don't need to be told."
"How did you meet Spiro?"
"I have a degree in journalism..."
"Good God, you never indicated that, not even when I divulged I was a photo-journalist?"
"Ah, yes. But there is no comparison – I'm a journalist only on paper, with very little practical experience."
"Well, journalism got you a meeting with Spiro?"
"More or less. I had applied to produce client information releases for one of his subsidiaries. I was short-listed but did not get the job. Instead the principal took me up two floors and introduced me to Spiro, who calmly told me he'd watched my interview via an inhouse television monitor and was most impressed. He invited me out to lunch which is where he proposed."
"Proposed?"
"Exactly. From memory his words were, 'I wanna babe in New York to love and cherish exclusively. Do you wanna be that babe? Before you decline think about it – your own apartment, all expenses paid, my visits limited to about four nights a month, you can have as many girlfriends as you wish, I will also pay everything required to keep you beautiful and fit – clothes, everything. Oh, and you also go on a salary – exactly five times the amount you would have got had I not buzzed Ralph and ordered him not to give you that writing job'."
Kirsty recalled she swallowed and then said she replied that she didn't know what to say. Spiro filled her glass with more champagne and suggested she think it over while he made a few phone calls.
"He sat away from me at another table - he always has separated me from his business activities saying, 'It's for your own protection babe'.
"When he returned to our table he asked: 'What's the score babe?'
"I was struggling, working as a waitress earning good tips but it was lousy work and the apartment I shared with three office girls was always noisy. It seemed almost like a perfect offer of marriage. My only question was would I be shared with anyone else. His reply was typically blunt: 'Not at my invitation; you have my guarantee on that'."
"So I accepted and he asked when I wanted to settle into the apartment. As I joke I said as early as a couple of hours. He calmly replied right, that if I gave him my address he would send a moving van around in two hours' time. I was appalled, thinking I would be responsible for some woman being thrown out on to the street from that apartment, possibly his wife! I'd assumed he was married. However, Spiro told me his New York woman had moved out of the apartment two weeks ago – that she'd decided she wanted to find a fellow to marry and raise kids. He lined up some candidates and she'd actually picked one of them. I thought that was fiction, but then a month later Spiro took me to Gloria's wedding. At the wedding breakfast, with tears streaming down her face, Gloria pleaded with me to look after her Spiro."
"Jesus, you New Yorkers are a weird lot," Merrick said. He patted Kirsty on the shoulder saying, "I'm sorry, darling, but it's the truth and I include my aunt and uncle in that sweeping appraisal."
"We New Yorkers like to be seen as being different," Kirsty replied sweetly. "You have just paid us a big compliment."
Merrick kissed her, ignoring the people around them.
"Look, I don't think I should visit you in your apartment again. Irrespective of your assurances, I feel it is putting you too much at risk."
"Hmmm. I was counting on getting more of that extra special treatment from you. Tell you what – let me make a phone call."
Merrick looked out of the window as the train approached the city, aware that they would soon plunge into the tunnel taking them under the Hudson River and into the underground Penn Station. He made no attempt to listen to Kirsty's call.
"It's all arranged," Kirsty said, snuggling against his shoulder. "My friend Meg – you met her on the jog yesterday morning – will leave her tiny apartment for her parents' apartment shortly after four today. You can sleep there for the next two nights and I'll come over and we can fuck all day or do that as well as move about the city discreetly. Galleries and museums will be our best bet as Spiro's people, like Spiro himself, never go to such places. I also know they dislike French and vegetarian restaurants and gay bars, so we will have flexibility there."
"Gay bars?" Merrick asked, doubtfully.
"Yes, but don't worry. Once partnered you usually are left alone expect for casual conversation. The two bars I have in mind often attract conventional couples as they find the environments rather pleasant."
Merrick was pleased about that.
"You said two nights – was Meg unable to stay over for three nights?"
"I only asked for two nights. You should spend your last night with Jimmy and Betty."
"Will you accompany me and spend all night there with me?"
As they stood up to leave the train, Kirsty responded to that question with a glorious smile. "I was hoping to be asked. You secure the invitation and I would love to see them again – but they are not to run away this time."
"Right, hand me your phone. As soon as we get out of this crush I shall phone Aunty Betty. I have her number."
"I'm going to love these next few days," Kirsty enthused.
"Me too," choked Merrick, stroking her arm that sent shivers to her heart.
At the JFK International Airport on Jamaica Bay on Long Island, fifteen miles from midtown Manhattan, Merrick sat chatting to Jimmy and Betty waiting for his final call, just under fifteen minutes to go.
Betty's phone went. She glanced at her nephew who now sat motionless, eyes closed and not appearing to be breathing.
"Hullo sweetie – yes, he's right here beside us. Now you come and visit Jimmy and me occasionally, do you hear? You can't spend all your life jammed in over there with those Manhattan weirdoes. Here he is."
At the age of sixty-five, it is unlikely that Betty would get to experience a lot of heart-throbbing moments but clearly she was having one at this instant of handing the phone to her nephew whose face outshone that of the most devout gospel singer. Though her eyes were fixed on Merrick's joyous face, she felt the tremble running through his hands as he took the phone before turning and walking away.
Kirsty was crying, again apologising for not seeing him off.
"I know, I know," soothed Merrick. "Spiro has to take priority."
Kirsty told him Spiro would arrive within the hour.
"Right, in two minutes you terminate this call and get yourself looking your best for him. You owe that to him."
"Now, you never asked me why I bought that extra sprayer of Pure Poison. Well, it will sit on the cabinet beside my bed in Auckland waiting for you to come and claim it personally. I don't care how long it takes, but you come for it – do you hear?"
Merrick wasn't sure that she could hear above all her wailing. But eventually he heard her sob, "Yes".
They made their final farewells and the phone clicked. Merrick stared at the phone for a few seconds and then walked back cheerfully to hand it to Aunty Betty.
"How is she?"
"A wreck."
"Oh."
"But I cheered her up a bit."
Merrick told her about the Dior perfume that would sit waiting to be claimed.
Betty slumped against her husband, bawling her eyes out.
"You clown. Why did you go and tell her that. You know she's a woman."
Merrick felt a little distressed until he saw Jimmy's big grin.
"Women just love to howl," Jimmy chuckled.
The barely grinning nephew went through to commence departure formalities with a final wave and he shouted something. He'd left his Aunty Betty in another crying fit, and his uncle supporting her weight while maintaining his grin. Merrick's confident shouted message snapped Betty out of her misery.
He'd yelled: "You'll both be my special guests at the wedding in LA – date as yet unknown!"
\* \* \*
Four months later Merrick received a heart-flipping phone call.
"Hi. I'm at the airport. Would you like to collect me?"
"What!" he shouted idiotically. "Is that you Kirsty?"
"Do you know someone else with my voice?"
"No, no; of course not. I'm coming. Where will I find you?"
"First of all, is this convenient for you? Is there someone else?"
"Of course it's convenient. No, there is no-one else nor has there been apart from the occasional one-nighter."
"Right, ask at the Air New Zealand/United desk. I will be in their VIP lounge. Take your time getting here as I want you relaxed and in one piece. After sitting seventeen hours in aircraft seats thinking mostly about you has left me absolutely horny."
"Right. I'm on my way, sweetheart."
It was 7:30 Tuesday morning, housekeeper's morning. He found Mrs Stewart on her hands and knees cleaning the bath.
"Mrs Stewart, Mrs Stewart!" he shouted. "Remember the story I told you about that packet of perfume on my bedside cabinet?"
"Y-e-e-s," hesitated Mrs Stewart, wondering if the perfume had gone missing and she was about to be questioned about its disappearance.
"The woman, the woman! She's at the airport. She's here to claim it!"
"Oh my goodness, then you'll be waiting clean linen on the bed and fresh towels in here."
"Yes, yes thank you Mrs Stewart. I know this is not within your terms of engagement but here's forty bucks – could you please nip out and try to find strawberries, if not cherries or failing that grapes, Kiwifruit, a small selection of cheese and water biscuits. Then take the rest of the day off."
"Oh, there's no need for that, Merrick. You can lock the bedroom door and I'm sure my old ears won't hear a thing."
"The rest of the day off, Mrs Stewart. We do make a rather lot of noise."
"Oh dear, then I shall take the rest of the day off. Now off you go to your darling, I'll finish up here and then get your groceries. She must be a wonderful girl to have you so excited as this." "She is, Mrs Stewart. She is. Goodbye and thanks a million."
The reunion in the airline lounge at the airport was, not unexpectedly, chaotic and bordering on the obscene.
"Let's throw a bucket of water over them; they are out of control," snorted a senior male attendant.
"N-o-o, Roger, I think you are out-voted here," said the manager of on-ground passenger services, wiping her eyes.
"You out of control romantic, you should be ashamed of yourself," Roger declared, pulling himself up to his full height that was still two inches short of his female superior.
"Look," she sniffed.
Roger's mouth dropped in disbelief. There in a line were four female trainee cabin attendants, all with their handkerchiefs to their leaking eyes as they witnessed this romantic reunion.
"I'm asking for a transfer to engineering services, grunted Roger, stalking off well aware of his lie as the emotion had also triggered in him; it was lovely seeing people so happy.
"Good gracious. You better carry one of my suitcases in front of you," was Kirsty's motherly response upon spotting that Merrick's zip was in danger of being blown apart by building back-pressure.
He grinned. God she'd noticed...wasn't she wonderful?
"I'd give that couple eleven out of ten in rating for the most sexiest reunion ever, and I suspect they hadn't yet gathered a full head of steam," said an official conducting trainees on an inspection of passenger processing facilities.
With impressive strength Merrick placed his hands under Kirsty's shoulders and knees and in one smooth movement lifted her chest high without so much as a grunt.
"God, you are so strong," she simpered, feeling his left bicep and fancied herself in almost a swoon.
Carrying her into the bedroom Merrick placed her on to a towel on the bed, and began rubbing in aromatic oil into her limbs.
The remainder of the evening proceeded slowly with swirling subterranean emotions building up until at last they were puppets to the passion that engulfed them.
An 8:00 a.m. telephone call ended a day and night of exhaustive petting and lovemaking. It was Merrick's commissioning editor in Sydney pressing for assurances that the text and photographs of the eight-page article would be completed and filed by next Wednesday's deadline.
"Yes, of course Cyril," Merrick soothed. "You know me, always on time and delivering one hundred and twelve percent. Should I email you sample graphics?"
Cyril perhaps was tempted to accept, but would be aware from experience that there was no substitute for the instant appreciation afforded by reviewing the total package as it was intended to be reviewed.
"No mate, I trust you. Shake a leg."
Merrick rained a dozen juicy kisses over the eyes of his beloved. She squealed, saying she didn't believe she could go another round as she was almost rubbed raw.
"I promise you, there's no sex until we airmail all the text and transparencies to Sydney on Tuesday morning. It's all go, my girl, and you being academically qualified as a journalist now have the job of writing a tight 2000 word descriptive and riveting text plus captions."
"Why, what for, why me, how do I go about it? Those shall suffice for my first questions."
"Listen lassie, you're in New Zealand now. They say Kiwi's fly by the seat of their pants and as sure as hell over the next three to four days you are going to learn that's the truth. There's just you and me, darling. The Calvary ain't going to come."
"You're scaring me, Merrick."
"Stick by me Kirsty, and be prepared to pull out all stops. If you do you will be amazed at what we'll achieve. I'll hold your hand."
Kirsty then pleased Merrick. Her next comment was to query whether his decree no sex until Tuesday was negotiable. He replied perhaps it was necessary to remain flexible.
It was a holiday weekend and just before 9:00 Merrick was photographing people boarding the super fast class of catamaran ferry called a Quickcat to Waiheke Island.
He pulled a party of six females aged about nineteen or twenty and a guy of about seventeen aside for a photograph, getting the youth to kneel in the front and the girls gathered tightly around him.
"Lean a bit forward girls, and show some cleavage." All but one leant forward and pulled down their tops a bit.
"Hold it, while my assistant gets your names," he called. Whispering to Kirsty he said, "Ask why Bozo is in the group." I t turned out that Alex – not Bozo – already was an authority on the flora and fauna of Waiheke Island and the girls were at university doing an environmental paper.
Kristy was appalled when Merrick leered and said, "Who's going to bunk in with Alex?"
The reply amazed her; it was not at all obscene."
"We all are," said the buxom blonde Maggie. "He's already got us terrified about the creepy crawlies resident on this island, and that's not the humans!"
"Wonderful," Kirsty heard Merrick groan; he knew what the young lad was playing at.
Merrick had briefed Kirsty about his commission. An influential Australian outdoors magazine wanted a multi-interest article about the holiday weekend invasion of 26-mile long Hauraki Gulf island of Waiheke, exploring some of its prime attractions in depth.
"We can't cover everything in-depth in an eight-page spread, five pages of which will have your text," he said. "So we'll go for a limited number of topics covering why people go there, arts and crafts, Waiheke's premium wines, fishing, crashing out and pigging out. That's it."
"Crashing out?"
"That's Kiwi for snoozing away most of the weekend in a hammock, or lying under a tree with a dozen of beer or waking up unaware of you are between the legs of a unknown woman or man, as the case may be."
"People will buy magazines to read about crap like that?"
"Yes, provided it is expertly photographed and competently described."
"Oh my; dare I ask what is pigging out?"
"Old fashion gluttony. Visitors come to the island to eat and drink until they drop. They wake up next morning and by noon they start the cycle all over again."
"How revolting."
"Perhaps, if you ate food you mightn't thing so. Needless to say it provides some wonderful photographs and stories. Many timid people dream of engaging in a bout of gluttony. Our illustrated stories will allow them to almost live that dream."
Kirsty looked rather dismayed.
"I really have a problem in accepting what you say. It's nothing like what we were taught in journalism studies; absolutely nothing like it."
"That's correct," Merrick said with a disarming smile. "You were taught the theory and rudimentary practical approaches that provide you with the skills to authoritatively gather information and write on a huge range of topics, from the origins of mankind to the super-natural. College and university armed you with the tools to be creative as well as authoritative, subjective, accurate and so on. As a graduate you emerge to adopt those skills to the best of your ability to accomplish the task in hand."
Kirsty continued to look nonplussed. "But why wasn't that explained to us so vividly as you have done, and I must concede what you have said sounds plausible."
"Well, perhaps you should have attended a school of journalism in New Zealand and proceeded to gain higher qualifications. In this country we tend to concentrate on realism rather than the abstract – although I accept a sound argument exists for both schools of thought."
"Now you are confusing me even more."
Merrick grinned and swung an arm around Kirsty and patted her butt affectionately.
"It doesn't matter anymore academically – you are now out in the field sucking up practical experience under my expert guidance."
"You don't half fancy yourself."
Merrick maintained his grin. "Why don't we leave that for now and revisit it for your assessment at the end of the weekend when the results will be in."
"All right, but I'm telling you now that you are better at sex than briefing me on this assignment."
Merrick leered as he thanked her for such a magnificent compliment.
Surprisingly, for a hardened veteran, Kirsty flushed.
At Oneroa Merrick took some discreet photographic shots of three boys, aged about six, playing with an unmoored dinghy on an incoming tide.
He and Kirsty watched as the boat began to be pushed out to sea by the off-shore breeze.
"Those kiddies are going to get into difficulties," she said, signalling mounting alarm and looking for parents rushing up to tend to their children.
"Yes," Merrick said. "Grave difficulties, perhaps. Can you swim?"
"Yes."
"Well?"
"Very well in fact."
"Good, stand by."
Kirsty looked at Merrick in disbelief.
"What! You're going to watch those kiddies float into possible grave danger."
"Aye, our job is to observe and report; nothing else. However I believe it takes at least a minute for a child to drown, which is why I asked for confirmation that you can swim and to standby. I can swim, and will drop my camera if necessary and plunge in to their aid. I'll grab two, leaving one for you."
"But this is outrageous. Will their parents thank you for almost allowing their kiddies to drown?"
"No, but so what, providing it scares the crap out of them? Slack parents never thank anyone."
The three boys, realising they were slowly drifting out to sea, yelled for help.
In a flash Kirsty kicked off her shoes and was joined by a woman – later identified as the mother in charge – in the dash into the water. By this time the three boys had stood on the same side of the dinghy and they tumbled into the water.
With his feet dry, Merrick calmly took frame after frame of the inshore rescue. Both women, soaked and their bodies apparent under their wet clothing, emerged from the sea triumphant. A brilliant picture, thought Merrick, even if I say so myself.
As soon as the lad she'd carried ashore was in safe hands Kirsty ran storming at Merrick, beating her fists on his chest.
"You did nothing, absolutely nothing; they could have drowned," she screamed.
"Steady on, it's all right. They never were in danger," Merrick replied.
"How could you know?" she sobbed. "You'd do anything to get your picture."
"I spent eighteen summers on this beach," Merrick said softly. "I know it like the back of my hand. Look!"
"Sobbing, Kirsty look out into the bay, semi protected by high rising land to their left. A man and one of the 'rescued' boys had secured the dinghy and although just beyond the 'rescue' area, the young lad was still only chin deep in water.
Kirsty burst into tears and turned partly away from Merrick only to be gathered into the appreciative arms of the other soaked rescuer. Kirsty heard the camera click again.
"You poor dear," soothed the other woman. "You have had a traumatic experience. Why don't you and your companion come up to our bach and I'll get you some dry clothes. I'm Liz Waters. What a horrible experience for you. For us it's happening all the time - this is normal behaviour for young boys, pushing everything to the brink."
Merrick followed behind, calling up their accommodation on his phone. He confirmed they were on the island but would be checking in much later. His island experience told him they would be amid a rip-roaring party that night. Liz who he'd know as a youngster, was the now married to Bud Elder's tear-away son Mervyn. Saturday night was always a full-on night for the Elders, Waters, McKenzies, Ivors and hangers-on. Kirsty would be given a stiff gin and a cosy girlie shower with Liz – tank water collected from the roof had to be conserved; all this would cheer her up no end. Then later she would be introduced to New Zealander inter-family socialising at the very lowest level on the cultural scale. Merrick was absolutely certain she would revel in it.
Seven hours later Liz delivered them to their luxury beach lodge in her family's clapped out Land Rover. Kirsty was almost unconscious but was still aware enough that Liz was not in a fit state to drive home. She insisted that Liz should double up with her, muttering they'd had such a promising time in the shower together.
Merrick didn't mind. He'd taken numerous photographs during the evening so put the films into the cartridge cases and put them away safely. He lay back on the double bed, hands behind his head, smiling. It had been a great day. He'd enjoy helping to shape Kirsty into an effective journalist. The signs were good.
"Move over chump," Liz said, sending her dress and panties flying over the bed end. She'd been wearing nothing else.
"The others will be missing me unless I get back soon. Let me have my quickie; of course you are expected to move your bum."
Merrick was tempted, but pushed her away gently. "Sorry, love. But I'm on a promise to someone else. Just go to sleep, that's a good girl."
At 8:30 Kirsty crawled into the double bed, groaning and holding her head.
"What a night that was!"
"Yeah, awesome. I thought you would like it."
"Whose pants and dress are on the floor?"
"Liz's I suppose."
"Did she have her way with you?"
"Nah."
"Why didn't you let her?"
"Because I'm promised to you."
"Well, that's a novel defence. What did she wear home?"
"Nothing, I suspect. I saw her weaving off totally nude."
"Why didn't you stop her?"
"Because it was nervous about any further delay in her return home. The men would have come looking for her and they would have wanted to sample your wares."
"Thank you, kind sir, for saving me from that possible fate. Please get me pills for my headache."
"Yes, but remember we need to be on the road by 11:00 to get a good day's work in. Let's skip parties tonight and have sex in our spa pool."
"Can I delay my reply?"
"Yes, but we'll be having great wine at lunch time so you'll get rid of this hangover to start again."
"Is that what you want?"
"Yes."
"Right then."
"Right then what?"
"Sex in the pool when we return here, and party afterwards."
Merrick grinned, and ran his hands down his thighs.
"You know, you're a really neat lady."
"I know. The headache pills?"
"Right."
Just on noon the small sedan Merrick was driving stopped short of a very modern-looking winery, perched dramatically on a hilltop. Equally dramatic was the view beyond it of other nearby islands of the gulf and Auckland in the distance.
"This is a sensational view – why aren't you taking a photo?"
"Patience, patience Kirsty. We'll come back this evening for late afternoon and sunset shots. It will be even more dramatic them."
Photos were taken of a group of Asian visitors examining the orderly rows of budding vines and watching the vines being sprayed mechanically.
Inside, Merrick spent almost fifteen minutes by his deliberately slow actions to have everything right and in doing so helped to develop cramp in the arm of a red-faced and moustached elderly man holding up a glass of chardonnay to look at its colour before tasting it.
Merrick goal was to take the photo at the optimum angle to capture the rich gold liquid in the glass and the ruddy features of the drinker's face while also allowing the background view of sky, sea and islands to show, although they would be somewhat blurred because of compromise to get the wineglass and face in sharp focus.
"I'm almost sorry I agreed to pose," said the old chap rubbing his elbow.
The subject's eyes lit up when Merrick tossed a $50 note on to the bar for the man to taste another wine and his eyes positively popped when Kirsty tossed her notebook and pen beside him and had to hitch her dress up high in order to climb onto the high stool to sit before taking down caption details.
"Ask Harry where else in the world he has tasted wine," Merrick suggested, putting a new film into one of his two cameras.
Kirsty asked that question, looing as if wondering whether she would have thought to ask it.
Harry's reply startled her: "Italy, France, Greece, Yugoslavia, Romania, Portugal, Hungary, South Africa, California, Chile, Argentina, Australia, New Zealand - those are the main ones. I'm here on holiday right now. My job is buying wine for distribution throughout the United Kingdom. Please join me for a drink, my dear."
Half an hour later Kirsty found Merrick seated outside, sipping water while basking in the sun and drinking in the panoramic view.
"The dirty old man – he was after my body, not to teach me finer points about wine tasting," she fumed.
"It's you fault for looking so beautiful and sexy."
"Bah to you too!" she snapped, before giggling.
They watched four twenty-somethings roar up in an open top bright red sports car.
"That's a rental car – why didn't you rent one of those for us Merrick instead of this lumbering hunk of old metal? We would have looked stunning in that and enjoyed the wind-slip streaming through our hair."
The reply was ever so practical. "You get room in the boot of that sports car for swimming gear, a picnic basket and a dozen of beer. That's about all. In our vehicle we can pack in all that plus all of my photographic gear and our overnight luggage and have it all securely locked away."
"Must you be so practical?"
"Yes, when it comes to my art and my livelihood."
Kirsty sighed and said of course.
"Right, let's get rid of the last elements of your hangover with fine food and fine wine," Merrick said, returning from the car carrying just a digital camera.
"I suppose that camera is coming with us as something might crop up?"
"Yes, just as you notebook and pen should be in your handbag."
"Yes master."
Merrick silenced those cheeky lips with a long kiss.
"Right, fresh up your lipstick and we'll go in for lunch. There is a table reserved for us."
"Yes master."
"By the way, our hosts manage the restaurant and wine sales and their other guest is that esteemed British victualler, Harold Leigh-Somerton you were rubbing your body against earlier."
"Oh no – can you sit between him and me? He'll be in groping mode by now."
That evening Merrick and Kirsty were late invitees at a formal dinner sponsored by several of the island's top winemakers; the restaurant was closed to the public for the function.
Guest of honour was Harold Leigh-Somerton and Kirsty groaned when informed they would be at the top table with Harold and his wife. That despair turned to delight when she found that Harold's wife, from Mendoza in Argentina, was seated beside her and was only a few years her senior.
Late in the evening Harold confided to Kirsty, "I asked that you to be invited here tonight because Camilla adores being in the company of tall, beautiful and intelligent women and it's damn difficult finding specimens possessing all three attributes. Then today I found you."
"Thank you for your compliment, Harold," Kirsty replied, giving him a dazzling smile as she hiccupped.
His mouth dropped open when she added: "It is not every day I'm admired as a trophy."
Camilla, over-hearing this, laughed delightedly. "Poor Harry, he never learns. Selecting a trophy, as you call it, with the intelligence factor can prove embarrassing for him; they can bite back unlike the others he calls bimbos."
Returning to Auckland on the ferry, possessing five times the amount of text and ten times the number of film exposures required for the final article for the client in Sydney, Merrick and Kirsty sipped coffee, watching Waiheke Island growing smaller beyond the turbulent wake of the QuickCat.
"That was a wonderful time on the island, darling. I can see why you loved spending your summers there in your youth."
"Aye, but then islands anywhere in the world seem to have their charm."
"Well, Merrick," Kirsty said sadly. "This marks the imminent end of my stay in your home. It's time for me to find my own accommodation and I'd like to find a job. Would you help me find a little apartment?"
Merrick took her hand and said there was an alternative.
Kirsty looked slightly dismayed, as if expecting to be selfishly asked to continue their existing living arrangement of her being his bed buddy.
"What is that?" she sighed.
"Marry me."
She swallowed and turned to examine his face.
"Marry you?"
"Precisely."
"But Merrick – my background; you don't really know me yet."
"So?"
"I can't allow you to take such a risk."
"So this lovely, charming, open and incredibly sexy companion has dark secrets to hide?"
"No."
Merrick opened his aluminium photographic case and from a recess in the lid pulled out a little black box and handed it to Kirsty with a soft smile.
"I anticipated my luck was about to change so purchased this with you in mind on that afternoon in the mall on Long Island."
"A ring?" whispered Kirsty, opening the small box with shaking hands. A gold ring with three small inset diamonds was exposed.
"It's lovely," she breathed. "Please slip it on to my ring finger for me."
It fitted perfectly. Merrick had taken to the jeweller a ring she often wore on the fourth finger of her other hand. When he made the purchase he'd known if not Kirsty he'd find someone to wear it for him.
She placed her arms around his neck and said to him sweetly, "I accept your offer of marriage sometime in the future."
They kissed, and sat back happily gazing at each other.
On the drive home, Merrick said that he wanted Kirsty to continue living and working with him.
"I have again grown accustomed to having sexual opportunity placed alongside me, to having company in the house again and I want to tutor you in practical journalism to allow you to turn that interest of yours into a career."
"Are the priorities in that order?" she enquired, mischievously.
"Yes," he smiled, and she clutched his arm happily.
"I am pleased about that – financially I am very secure so forging a career is not an absolute priority for me at the moment and then there are visitor permit restrictions to consider."
As they drove up to the garage Merrick said he would unload the vehicle and sort out films. Kirsty said she would make coffee and check for emails while running a bath.
A few minutes later she ran into the spare bedrooms that Merrick used as a studio.
"What's wrong?" he asked in alarm, noticing her expression. Kirsty handed him the print-out. The email was short and to the point: "Return immediately or I'll send someone to bring you back. Spiro."
Kirsty burst into tears. "How can he find me?" she wailed. "I've disappeared to the other side of the world."
"Easy," Merrick said grimly. "He's got your email address, has access to your computer in New York and no doubt visited some of your girl friends you emailed before you left. Have you sent emails to any of them on this machine?"
"Yes," sobbed Kirsty, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "Two to my best friend Meg."
"Well then," said Merrick. "I'm buying a couple of baseball bats for protection and tomorrow will get the security system of this house upgraded with some panic buttons and pressure mats added. We'll have to take care from now on, keeping doors locked."
"But what about your safety?"
"I'll have to look after myself, won't I? I'm not concerned about you as you are only to be retrieved; Spiro would not want you marked or abused."
"Oh God – shouldn't we go away and hide?"
"What, and not know when the retriever will pop up? Here I have the advantage of being on familiar ground."
To Be Continued | literotica |
Title: Friends and Family - Continuation Ch. 02
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*(Author's note: In this story I have tried to rectify the follies pointed out by the readers of the first part. It has been deliberately kept short with promise of more parts.)*
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It was indeed something that any man could desire in his wildest dreams, I thought while I drove back to my apartment. Though I had been enjoying with them in Pakistan as well, but now knowing that they both were party to it made their stay a bit hassle free. Only Rida remained the stumbling block, who apparently has been sent by my mom to keep an eye on all of us.
The good thing about my apartment, in the current crisis, was the common washroom for both the bedrooms. Perhaps the one who designed these apartments had my current predicament in mind. I had this in my mind when I heard about their visit but getting one lady isolated from the other two was indeed a difficult ask. Now, with the knowledge that my younger sis and sis in law were both very 'friendly', I could now bank upon them for keeping the third party committed while we could use the toilet for our quickies.
The kids and ladies were chirping in my SUV, apparently making plans for themselves in this new place. Ladies, beside other things, were concerned about shopping while the kids were mainly concerned about visiting famous Playlands that they have been hearing about from their friends. I drove on, thinking how I would be able to keep secrets in a house so full of people.
Their visit was finalized at the last moment and I had only a day to clean up my house from the objectionable material. All the bottles of liquor went inside my bedroom locker and with them went all the pornographic material; CDs, DVDs and magazine that somehow found their place in my apartment. Beside me, the apartment was frequented by many of my friends who use it for their trysts. Cleaning it was indeed an uphill task.
Despite all my efforts, I got a severe scolding from Rida when she arrived, some six hours earlier then Nadia and Zainab. According to her, my house stunk like a shithouse and she scrubbed and cleaned the house again. All the time she was busy in doing it, her tongue remained involved in lashing out all the things related to the demerits of untidiness and casualness. It was a relief when I left again for the airport to pick up the other contingent of guests.
Ever since she had arrived, Rida had been behaving peculiarly. Her temper flared frequently and she was not her normal self. I despite all my effort had not been able to understand the underlying reasons for her behavior. She had taken me to task for various things in my apartment, including cleanliness etc.
Now as we neared our house, I was wondering what mood our elder sis would be in. I looked at Zainab who sat beside me; her dress was now ok and showed no signs of our earlier romp in the car. Nadia, who was at the backseat, was looking good enough. But were they acceptable to Rida in their attires? The answer was quite certain; she would again scold us like an angry old woman.
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Rida, as anticipated, was furious when we reached back, she knew that we had taken too long for getting to the house from air port. Her already fragile temper further skyrocketed when she saw her sis and sis in law in attires, which were more suited, as per Pakistani customs, for models, or for high society call girls.
"Arey, tum dono ko kuch sharam haya hey key nahi, ghar sey bahir nikalney ka ghalat faida utha rahey ho (Hey, don't you two have any modesty left in you, taking wrong advantage of getting out of our home)." She shouted as we entered my apartment.
Her kids had made sure that they treated my apartment as if it was theirs. I, after having a quality time with two beautiful and raunchy ladies, was in no mood to make fuss over it. After all they were my nephews and niece and they had the right. Plus, Rida was there to clean it again.
"Rida Baji, you are behaving like ammi. Come on, this is not Pakistan and let us enjoy as we want to." Zainab replied as if she was confronting mom.
"We will change, bhabi, atleast let us catch our breath." Nadia behaved more appropriately as she straight away landed on a sofa in the little lounge that my apartment had. On the other hand, Zainab headed straight for the washroom, she was not wearing panties and traces of our love-juices could have been sighted by our nosy elder sis, which Zainab was in no mood to reveal now, despite all her boldness and bravado.
Rida, despite her temper, was a very fine cook and she had used all her culinary skills while cooking a meal for us. Zainab emerged from shower in a modest white shalwar kamiz (Pakistani attire). Nadia went to the shower, vacated by Zainab while I headed for my room to clean up. When I got back, I found a very well laid out table and all ladies had occupied their chairs. Kids were having a meal of French Fries while sitting in front of TV, watching cartoons. Moreover, Nadia had now changed into a normal dress, acceptable to Rida.
Now on the dinner table; me, the two sisters and our sis in law gossiped non stop. Rida filled them about the gossip from Lahore, where she lived with her hubby. She recently; some five months back, had a baby girl, and this raised her 'production figure' to three in five years of her marriage. The other two ladies teased her about it.
"Baji, jis rafter sey tum bachey paida kar rahi ho, us sey to Pakistan key tamam family planning key program dharey ke dharey reh jaen gey (Sis, the speed with which you are producing kids would make ruin of all family planning programs of Pakistan Government)." Zainab teased Rida.
Nadia was not the one to stay behind as she added, "Rida, don't you and your hubby have anything else to do?"
"I don't know about her, but Tariq bhai does have many other things to do." Zainab added meaningfully and I smiled.
"Kia matlab hey tumhara?" Rida fumed at her double meaning sentence.
"I mean, he has to ride - - - or fly, planes." Zainab still maintained her teasing tantrums.
The only person who was silently consuming the delicacies prepared by Rida was me. I sat there, eating as much as I can of the fine food prepared by my elder sis. Meanwhile, I also looked at them, assessing them. Zainab, in her modest white dress looked pretty and now there were no signs of her vivaciousness that were so prominently visible in the dress that she wore on arrival. Now she could have been taken as a simple and innocent college girl from a middle class neighborhood of Pakistan.
Nadia, my sis in law had changed from the figure hugging jeans that she wore to a loosely fit Shalwar Kamiz and looked a decent housewife. Seeing her now could give no indication of her randiness when she asked me take her ass in the SUV and had given me her nether hole with gusto while we were coming back from the air port. The loose dress that she wore now did conceal her curves to some extent.
Rida, my elder sis, who had come earlier, was again wearing a shalwar kamiz, which had gone stained, mostly due to cooking that she had done and also because of the spillover food of my five month old niece, Nazish. She was twenty eight years old and looked a couple of years younger. Her physique, after her marriage did change; but the change was good. From a skinny teenager, as I remembered her from my pre Dubai days, she has transformed into a very well endowed lady. Her tall frame was now full of ample curves that looked good even when she wore loose fitting clothes.
I also thought about the afternoon that I had; first fucking my younger sis and filling her up with my seed. Then, without much of a gap, having violated my sis in law's ass; I was pretty drained. The 'beauty' of the situation was that both knew about everything. The question that now haunted me, that how would we be able to continue with our desires in presence of a hawkish Rida.
The dinner was over and we were sitting on the table, when Rida's daughter shrieked from the bedroom where she was sleeping. So, she had to leave us; me, Nadia and Zainab, how thankful we were to the baby as we started cleaning up the lounge without presence of our elder sis.
We moved to the kitchen after filling our hands with the used dishes and plates. Rida went in the room to attend to her daughter who was now crying very loudly. In the kitchen, we all shared the duty of doing the dishes and at the same time engaged in small talk. The comparatively older kids of Rida and Nadia were glued to the TV and were busy in exploring new channels. Thank God, I had earlier blocked all the adult channels; otherwise the consequences would not have been pleasent.
"So how have you liked Dubai?" I asked the ladies while they placed the washed dishes at their respective places.
"We have yet to see it properly. Up until now, we have not seen anything that we have not seen before." Zainab smirked.
I let her remark go unnoticed and continued, "It's a nice place; not only for shopping, but also for the other aspects. People come here from all over the world and it's a global metropolis."
"Yes, but the place seems uninhibited as compared to Karachi." Nadia said.
"The population difference is great but I tell you the place is real good. People keep to themselves and there is lot of tolerance." I replied.
"I think me and Nadia both realize this as no one disturbed us in the car park. I think we would enjoy our stay here." Zainab said, again referring to the incident in the restaurant's parking.
"Yes, we would, but what about Rida?" I asked.
"That's why I was reluctant to have her accompany me. Nadia knew everything and she is a good sport, but Rida; she is a real fun spoiler." Said Zainab.
"I was quite surprised that you shared such a secret with Nadia." I remarked to Zainab.
"Oh! Come on bhai, since you were having her regularly beside Beena in Karachi and when you live under one roof, things become obvious when they become more of a routine." Zainab Said while Nadia smiled.
"And when did you think that what's right for your bro is right for you too?" I asked.
"Well, Nadia looked hot to me since she joined our family; however, I never thought that we could get going sexually as well until she showed me that we can enjoy ourselves." Zainab said.
"And when she came back from a spoilt date one night; real distraught and angry, I thought it was right time to strike." Nadia added.
"The first time; I was too angry upon males in general that I just went with on to things she was telling me to do. There onwards, I found how much fun I could have with girls as well. Then there was no turning back." Zainab said.
"And when did you both revealed to each other about your involvement with me?" I asked.
"She knew about us but I knew about you people just before she became so insistent about leaving Rida behind for this trip to Dubai. Initially she wouldn't tell, but one night, when I had her while she slept, she started murmuring your name. I asked later and she came out." Nadia replied.
"I was afraid that she would be shocked, rather repelled, by this. On the contrary, she took it as it was just normal." Zainab said.
"Zainab, don't be so prude. The attraction between men and women is just normal and between bro and sis, the tabooness multiply the aspect of fun to a great degree. Moreover, your looks could entrap anyone, despite relations." Nadia said.
"Nadia, you are talking as if you had hots for your bro; did you fuck him too?" I asked.
"I would have; but he was quite a coward. When we were growing up, I dropped lot of hints, even dressed provocatively, but he was a real prude." She replied.
We got back to our dishes and while discussing such, and other things, we soon finished with all the stuff. Rida was still in the room feeding the baby, whom we heard crying intermittently. May be the child had yet to adjust to the new place.
Zainab and Nadia both started inspecting my kitchen and were looking at new things. Though Karachi was an advanced enough city, still many things that they saw in the kitchen were new to them. The different types of cooking oils used in Pakistan were not used here in my kitchen as I only used Olive Oil for my requirements, that too, scrupulously. Although, it's not uncommon in Pakistan now, but only the affluent people in some cities use it. So, for both my sis and sis in law, the bottle of Olive Oil was something of a novelty.
"Look, he uses Olive Oil for cooking. In Karachi, only few of my friends like it." Zainab said.
"But it's a very good thing for your health and beside; price is not an issue here." I replied.
"Is it good for health only?" Asked Nadia, with a veiled twinkle in her eyes.
"Yes, it is healthy for heart as far as its consumption is concerned. I agree in Pakistan, its use is limited. I remember, getting Olive Oil massages when I was a baby." I replied.
"But it is good for other things as well." Nadia said, while sporting a big grin.
"Bhabi, why are you talking in riddles?" Zainab was starting to get irritated.
"Well, it's an excellent lubricant; it allows big things to enter into small places." Nadia replied naughtily.
"Bhabi, why not you go and check Rida and allow me to demonstrate the goodness of Olive Oil to my darling sister?" I said, somewhat pleadingly.
"What will I get in return?" Nadia asked while she got moving towards us.
"Bhabi, I will do the same when you would want time with my bro." Said Zainab, undoing her Shalwar's cord (Shalwar is the loose baggy trouser worn in Pakistan with shirts and is tied with a cord, called naarra).
"And I would also do the same, plus you get a bonus in shopping." I offered.
"Ok, Ok, but I will initiate the honors." Nadia picked the bottle of Olive Oil and moved towards Zainab, who was now bending against the kitchen counter, all waiting for her 'share'. Nadia went to her, Olive Oil bottle in her hand, and kissed her sis in law who turned her neck sideways to facilitate her.
Zainab's shalwar was now lying crumpled at her feet. Nadia bent down and picked the shirttail of her sis in law to bring her well rounded, shapely and lovely ass to our view. Tilting the uncapped bottle of Olive Oil she dropped a generous amount of the thick liquid in the ass crack of my sis. Her hand followed the oil and she made sure that my sister was lubricated properly for the assault she would be taking at her backdoor. I heard Zainab moan "oh Bhabi!" as Nadia inserted, first one and then another finger up her asshole.
Nadia left her sis in law after oiling her inner passage and turned toward me. I had already released my cock out of my shorts and she came to me with her palm still glistening with the leftover Olive Oil. Sitting down, she first took my cock deep in her mouth and kept it there for some time; she looked up at me with eyes full of mischief and love. Her saliva and my oozing precum mingled to make my shaft wet. She slowly withdrew her lips, wrapping them around my shaft all the way back until the top came out with a pop.
She then went on to massage the oil on my cock with great love and care. It was as if she was massaging her baby and had she done it for a bit longer, I would have cum in her hand. "Chalo, mazey karo, aur haan, ziada shor na machana (Ok enjoy, but don't be too noisy). I will make sure you enjoy without any interruption." She whispered into my ears before she kissed me on my mouth and left; bottle of Olive Oil in her hand. She obviously had a definite plan to hold back Rida.
I looked at Zainab; my sister whom I had taken quite a few times but it was always as if I was doing it afresh. The taboo of fucking your sis can be an ever hanging one upon you; it gives you shivers both for pleasure and guilt. I had not much of guilt but was impatient for the pleasure that lay ahead.
No words were spoken and I moved towards her, getting hold of her I just opened her ass crack with my hands. I knew the answers would all be affirmative. I saw her brownie and placed my cock over it and pushed lightly. It did not budge, she was still tight there.
I waited and again pushed; slowly I moved in, bit by bit and I heard her whimper. I knew I had to be slow; may be her ass had only been used by me. My cock head slipped into her anus in one slow but single motion. I waited for her to relax and get used to my invading dick. It rested with the cap inside her sphincter and I held it there.
She turned her neck and looked at me. I bent forward and kissed her and then she clenched her palms, her body went tense. She pushed back against me; very slowly, but firmly she pushed herself back and I saw my cock, thanks to the lubrication provided by Olive Oil, slide into her rectum like a sword getting into a body. It all happened in slow motion. She took it all soon and my pubic hairs touched her bums.
She was like that; my sis, intense, uncaring for herself and reckless. I moved my hands and got hold of her tits and pinched her nipples. I kept my cock buried to the hilt in her nether hole as it allowed me to get used to the feeling of her tightness and also to get her relaxed with a huge insertion into her most private hole. I bent forward and kissed the back of her neck and felt her asshole quiver over my cock.
"Bhai, my asshole is only yours, no one else took it." Whispered my sis as I kept kissing the nape of her neck.
"I know, it's tight and I love you for keeping something exclusive for me despite the fact that I do not deserve it." I said in a low voice while straightening up.
"Bhai, jaldi karo, humarey pass time kum hey (Bro, hurry it up, we do not have much time)." Zainab hissed in a low voice that was full of pain and pleasure.
"You are so tight that if I hurry, not only it will be painful for you but also make me cum in seconds; do you want that?" I whispered to my sis who was now impaled upon my cock.
"Bhai, this pain is nothing in comparison to the agony that I was bearing while waiting for exactly this sort of situation. I had been fucking my brains off since you left; I cared hoots about the person who was banging me, nor did I care whether it's a guy or a girl. Now, don't care about my pain or your cum, just fuck my ass." Zainab said in a voice that rose above the tones of a whisper.
I withdrew my cock till the point that even half the tip of my cock was out of her anus, which gripped my cock so tightly that it turned outwards with my withdrawing cock. Despite the tightness and resistance, I pushed hard back into her and I felt her body tighten. The sensations were great and I was beyond caring; she had also wanted it to be quick, rough and wild. The second stroke into her cunt met lesser resistance compared to the initial insertion and the lubrication provided by Olive Oil helped.
My pace of strokes increased and my sis started emanating low moans, she was definitely in a mixed state of pain and pleasure, the ratio of which was known only to her. I, however, kept pounding her ass with an ever increasing pace and soon saw her taking hold of her tit that she played with. I helped her by taking my hand to her cunt and manipulating her clit; she was wet and my touch made her shudder.
"Bhai, I love the sensation of being filled by your cock and that's the only reason I remained a spinster, as far as my ass is concerned, for so long. All my other holes were used and will be used, but this is exclusively for you." My younger sister managed say with lot of interruptions of her 'Ohs' and 'Ahs'.
"Tell me who is the person you are getting married to and why have you accepted a man who is double your age?" I asked her as I drove my cock deep into her bowels.
"Do you remember the Judge Uncle, father of my friend, whom I told you about?" She replied as she mauled her own breast.
"He has a cousin, a rich lawyer, who is interested in me." She said, hardly maintaining her balance against the kitchen counter with her one free hand.
"Is money everything? Would the money be able to fuck you as you want to be fucked?" I whispered in a harsh tone as I punished her butt hole with ever fastening jabs with my highly engorged cock.
"Money could buy me everything, including lovers and fuckers." She replied while pushing her ass against me, matching my ferociousness.
"Would your hubby allow you to spend his money on buying lovers?" I asked while taking my other hand to her hanging breast and pinching her nipple roughly.
"He has promised to keep me happy and content. Now shut up and keep fucking my ass; you should not be bothered, I will keep letting you to fuck me forever." She replied and her voice rose to a near dangerous level.
"And would you keep your ass exclusive for me even after you get married to him?" I said thrusting my cock so hard into her that her whole body bumped forward. Her tits getting out of our hand and getting flattened over the counter's top.
"Haan, teri behen ki gaand sirf terey liye ho gi jub tuk tu khud is mein kisi aur ka lund na dalwana chahey (Yes bro, your sister's ass would only be for your cock, unless you yourself allow it to be taken by someone else as well)." She said and left her breast while thrusting her fingers into her vagina.
My pleasure was rising, both due to the sensation of having a tight asshole enveloping my cock tightly and also due to the dirty discussion we had about her marriage, so I concentrated fully upon fucking her. I brought my hands to her butt cheeks and spread them open. It was a sight to behold; her anal ring was stretched to the near limits and my cock pistonned in and out of it. The excess Olive Oil had formed a ring around the base of my cock and its color had turned a bit darker now.
My pace was now very much indicative of my impending climax and she had to struggle avoid being pushed too forward to the wall adjacent to the kitchen-counter top. Her tits were dangling and moving violently each time she pushed herself back from the slab of counter's top. It was pure animalistic lust with which I ravaged the near virgin asshole of my darling sister.
I tightened my grip over the firm buttocks of Zainab and hammered my cock in and out of her. She was moaning now and her fingers were manipulating her clit. Her inner thighs were glistening with juices seeping out of her cunt and apparently she was thoroughly this roughish session of wild sex between us.
My balls were near their bursting point and had I delayed myself a bit more, I think my nuts would have exploded there and then. It was a deep animal grunt that came out of my throat as I pushed my aching cock deep into the rectal passage of my sis and as I went to the hilt, I came. It was like a torrent out of a broken dam. My cock twitched and pulsed in Zainab's ass, the sphincter of it was milking me of my juices. The gushing jets of my semen induced a simultaneous orgasm and my sister's whole body shuddered with the climax of her own.
My orgasm subsided and I kept my deflating cock buried inside her but remembering the hazardous circumstances, I pulled out my member. It came out with an audible sound of 'plop'. Alongwith it, her asshole, gaping for a moment, spewed out some of my semen on the floor. My sister was also coming down from the highs of her orgasmic bliss and stayed bent over the kitchen counter. Her back rose and fell as she tried to get her breathing back to normal and her tormented asshole gaped and twitched, whitish traces of my cum still seeped out and traveled down to her vagina.
"Zainab, get up and correct your dress. We may have to hurry." I said, moving forward and helping her to straighten up. I then bent on my knees and pulled her shalwar up after kissing her pubes.
"Bhai, it was great. I hope you enjoyed it too and I also hope that you now know that I was not at all promiscuous as far as my backdoor is concerned." Zainab said as I got up.
"It was great, just like the first time. I am also sorry; I was rough with you." I told her before pasting a kiss over her mouth.
"Bhaiya, mujhe to buhut maza aaya (Bro I enjoyed it a lot), don't feel sorry for anything. I wanted it this way." My sis spoke with her mouth touching my lips before our tongues met in deep kiss that lasted without any apprehension of getting caught.
*(To be continued)* | literotica |
Title: LionPriest by SwampRat
Tags: Gay, Lion, M/M, Skunk
LIONPRIEST.TXT - M/M - September 20, 2003
A Priest's tail By SwampRat (cl) 2003 - Gay Furry Association
Another inn, another strange town. He lay on the bed, armor hanging beside him, the holy symbol visible on the chestplate. Turning, he caressed it, wondering again, why he was a Paladin.. He didn't Feel holy. He didn't Act all that holy. Sandy stroked his mane with one hand and his nuts with the other. He even preferred other males to bed with.. If he could ever get the courage up to Ask another into his bed.
He sighed as he used both hands to excite himself, fingers caressing his balls softly, then Squeezing them roughly, making him groan from the pain/pleasure. His lion-cock sprang from it's holder, randy and red in moments. He felt a momentary twang of guilt as he looked at his armor, and drew a cloth over it, hiding it from what he was doing.
Squeezing his balls again, he arched up, biting his lip to keep the moan in. Gods he lusted after some of the knights he went to war with.. Even the Mounts were sexy as hell - and much to big for him to take under his tail - At least until he trained himself. His muzzle was another matter.. Gripping his dripping erection, he thumbed the 'spines' shuddering. Bent to lick the pre from his cock.
Every day he fought with himself.. Every night he went to bed and jerked off. The Gods were silent on the matters of sex, And the Priests were closed-mouthed about the rituals. He was drugged so he only remembered entering the temple, giving his oath to the Statue. Leaving with scars that showed him to be a Paladin. And nothing More...
His hand stroked his long cock smoothly, scratching at the head. He grunted, twisting his nuts, smacking them. It was So Wrong.. But It felt So Right! He arched, wishing with every fiber he had a male mounting him. Stuffing his ass with a cock - Any Cock. Big, small, long, short.. Preferably Fat, but Any cock would do.
The image of him under a horse, it's Huge dick buried halfway in his painfully stretched anus, cumming in buckets, washing his insides.. And the Knights watching, commenting, stroking their cock around him.. Cumming On him...
He bit his fist to keep from roaring as his cum splattered his chest, pooled on his belly.. Again and again he arched up in his fist, panting, squeezing his abused nuts. Lay gasping for air, the smell of rut heavy in the room. Licked his nipples, rasping them.. Cleaned up his seed, then lay shaking his head. Why Him? Why not someone with more will.
He knew he had to sleep, to wake tomorrow and fight temptation again - The desire for other males. The want to caress them as they told their sins, their desires.. They though him immune to what he heard. Gods, he wished he was!
More than one of them had professed a desire to be in his tent, sleeping with him. Taking him in a barn or behind some hedges.. Especially after watching him bathe in the streams, wanting to bite his So sexy ass. He laughed with them, telling them they were not evil to think such things. It was natural they were curious.. Many were barely old enough to carry a sword, let alone use it.
Found himself getting erect again, thinking about spanking his nuts again. A knock on the door made him stop.
"You are Needed, Priest."
He cleaned himself up hastily. Opened the window to air out the room. Got his robe on.
"Coming.."
The innkeeper twitched his nose and grinned.
'Smells like you already have.'
So many males trudged in, jerked off alone, afraid to speak of what they desired. But some got drunk enough to let a skunk with a big, black cock take them. Show them the pleasures of male/male sex. Sometimes they 'forgot' what had happened. Sometimes they embraced the new Fur they had become. Most felt guilt, fear.. Killed themselves in Valorous combat.. What a waste.
The Lion emerged, and blinked at the lantern.
"We need you to talk to a wounded male - His lover was killed last night."
He nodded, not noticing the grin on the Innkeeper's muzzle. The lion tied his robe too loosely in his haste and his still hard cock bounced from his crotch for all to see. Jumped when a dark-furred hand caressed it. Shivered and re-did the cloth.
"If you need Me, I will be close by."
The lion nodded, shivering, smelling the mingling scents of him and the skunk.. Who sniffed his palm, licked it.. Patted the priest's butt to get him moving. After the male was comforted, the Priest would kneel and pray to his Gods.. That would be the time to seduce him. The others would not approve.. Let them. They were guests. When the fighting was over they would leave. The Old Ways would remain. Perhaps with a couple of Converts?
He tasted the lion-cock on his hand again and held the lamp out for the male as they made their way to the needy one's room. Waited while the priest held the male in his strong arms, listened to his confession, kissed the male. One of his fellow soldiers would stay the night with him, in case he needed anything.
Returned to his own room, sighing.. Such a Hunk of a Wolf! With a Big sheath that promised a bigger cock. He should kneel and pray for the male who dies, the Wolf who loved him.. And himself for wanting that big male to fuck him. He tossed his robe on his armor, and growled. Temptation was ever present.. And easy to give into.
Did that make it Wrong? Nothing said the Gods cared either way.. Juts do your duties, and never break your oath. A knock brought him from his thoughts.
"Priest - I have brought water for you to wash in."
The Innkeeper appeared with a towel, a jug of water, a wash-basin.. and nothing else - As in Naked! Put the bowl on the stand, put the jug and towel beside it. Sandy started at the furry ass, his cock snapping out of it's sheath. The male turned and walked to him, putting a black hand on his nose.
"Are you Well Priest? You feel a little warm."
The lion groaned and lay back, nostrils full of the skunks scent - The odor of Hot male-flesh searing into his brain. A finger teased his nipples...
"You are Tense. Perhaps a back-rub would help you sleep."
Perhaps.. It had been a very long time. He nodded and rolled onto his belly, glad he could hide his erection on the sheets. he felt the male straddle his legs, but instead of grabbing his shoulders the fingers dug into his ass!
"Very, Very Tense.. Will have to pound your muscles to get them loose."
He felt the cock, push against his opening.. But could say nothing as it forced him open, pushing past his ring of muscle, sliding slowly in. He bit the pillow, moaning, Jerking as his hips were pulled up, a hand on his dick, making his butt wriggle and push back. Then both hands were on his shoulders, gripping them, kneading them as the male Thrust into his tight ass.
He screamed, the pleasure/pain jolting his body. His muscles Were tight and the skunk pounded on them with strong hands to loosen the knots. At the same time he fucked the male with slow but rough strokes, sliding in until his balls rubbed the furry cheeks. Back to hold just the head in, feeling it grip him.
Worked his hands lower while pumping his cock in and out a little faster.. When they got to the tawny ass-cheeks they dug in again, hard and rough, stuffing his hot cock as deep as it would go. Blasting the tight hole with jet after jet of cum. Holding the lion tightly, stroking his sides, his back, feeling the tension release as the male did too.
Grinning the skunk pulled out and turned to lay on his back.
"Naughty Priest.. Messing up my sheets like that."
\*Smack\* Went the hand on the sexy butt, making the lion moan and shiver.. Then teeth were on his balls. The sack sucked into the hot mouth to be bit and licked on and murred over..
Sandy Moaned again, wriggling his hips.. He screamed into the pillow again as teeth raked his nuts, pressed into them Hard, while a hand stroked his cock tip. Made him blast his seed out on long sticky strands..
"Are you not supposed to be kneeling, Priest?"
With a gasp, he was pushed off the bed, head pulled to the still-throbbing maleness. He kissed it, licked the mingled juices off the tip. Prayed as his legs were shoved apart with a foot, abused balls slapped and scratched at by toe-claws. A hand held his head in place while the black hips pumped the fat cock into his muzzle.. Amazingly he didn't choke once as the head, was thrust down his throat..
Pulled up and rasped the tip, tasting the cum flowing over his tongue. Blessed it, for the Seeds of Life were sacred to the Gods. Bobbed his head, then swallowed it to the roots, holding it in his muzzle until it went soft. Kissed the head as it lay over the strong thigh.
"Will.. Will you stay with me this night?"
Got his head lifted.
Pulled up into a deep, hungry kiss.
"How can I say No to a Priest?"
Got his butt slapped and shoved onto the sticky sheets. Panted as his cheeks were pulled apart and the still hot cock was pushed between them. Slept clenching the dick he lusted for.
Woke alone. Except for the scent of sex and rut all, over him he would have thought it a dream.
\*Are you at Peace Now?\*
The lion jerked his head up.. Then looked at his armor. Gasped and scrambled off the bed, kneeling. Felt a hand touch his ears, slide along his back, slap his butt. He gasped..
\*We made the rules vague for a reason, Chosen. Do you think us Celibate? Above Desire? We are glad you have decided to find Love with another Male. Perhaps you will think better of yourself now. We hear Everything, you know - From the faintest whisper to the loudest shout.\*
Stunned the lion found himself unable to move.. Even when hands lifted his hips and a familiar cock was Thrust into him. Fucked him roughly, balls slapping his ass, a hand gripping his dick. He arched and came with a half snarl, half whine, fear being blasted by lust. Panted as he has held, his tail twining with the bushy one.
"Who.. Who Are you?"
"An innkeeper who likes other males.."
The lion lay his head on the bed, holding on as the skunk started thrusting again, already making his nuts ache with desire.. He pushed back hard, grinding his butt into his lover's crotch, letting the moans come freely as he felt the hot spunk splatter inside him.
'Yes.. I am at Peace. Thank You for putting my feet on this path.'
Heard a soft laugh and felt the male lay over him, holding him as the last spurts from the throbbing cock dribbled into his guts. Next time a male confessed a desire for his body he was going take the lad up on his offer.
The End - For Now | FSE |
Title: Best Christmas Present Ever Ch. 03
Tags: mother, son, incest, taboo
Thank you Jacky for your support and editing.
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Thirty minutes later and midnight was approaching. Mary watched Maria Carey perform 'All I Want for Christmas Is You' on the TV and thought about her son. A banner flashed on the screen: 'Happy Christmas everyone' and she looked over at Glyn.
Glyn smiled as Mary rose from her chair and stood in front of him. She turned with her back to him and slowly slipped her gown off her shoulders as she danced to the music. Glyn watched her hips sway to the beat and felt his cock harden. When Mary dropped her gown to reveal she was naked, his cock sprang to a full erection.
"See anything you like?" Asked Mary, looking over her shoulder and gently wiggling her ass at him.
"Mary, you have the most perfect ass and legs."
She turned, moved closer, put her hands on his knees and leaned in and kissed him on the lips.
"Happy Christmas, Glyn", she said as she broke the kiss and sat down beside him.
Glyn's cock throbbed as Mary placed a hand on his thigh. "Happy Christmas, Mary," he replied.
Mary took hold of the tie of his robe and pulled. "Looks like you are ready for your next lesson," she said, as the robe fell open exposing his cock. "Have you ever played with Sandy's pussy?"
"No." He whispered.
"She'll need to be warmed up before you can have sex with her." Mary lifted his hand, took his index finger and traced it down one side of her pussy and up the other side. As she repeated this move, her hips rose and Glyn could see her exposed pussy. Mary moved his hand to her mouth, sucked on his finger then returned it to her pussy. This time he stroked down one side of her labia and up the other side, before moving towards her clit.
"Have you ever seen a lady's clit?" She quietly asked.
"Only in porn," he answered.
"Then that's where the lesson will begin. Get down between my legs."
Even though he had had sex with her less than an hour ago, Glyn still couldn't believe what was happening. Mary opened her legs wide apart and Glyn got down on his knees for a closer look. Mary looked at him staring at her pussy and somehow resisted the urge to grab his head and pull him to her. Instead she opened her pussy lips with one hand and began stroking her pussy with the other.
With a husky voice, she asked "Can you see how wet I'm getting?"
Glyn nodded, not taking his eyes off such a magnificent sight. Mary eased two fingers inside her pussy and moved them in and out. Then she gently moved her glistening fingers to the top of her pussy and revealed her clit. Her body convulsed, her legs closed together and she emitted a low groan "Mmmmm".
Slowly, she moved her legs apart and exposed her clit to him again. Softly she spoke: "This little bud is my clit. It's the most sensitive part of a woman's body. Don't press too hard, but rub it gently in a circular motion. Give me your hand."
Glyn moved his hand towards her pussy, staring, as if in a hypnotic state. Mary took his index finger and slid it inside her. He felt the heat and moisture and looked up when Mary moaned with pleasure. Her eyes were closed and her head gently rolled backwards onto the sofa. She moved his finger up to her clit and began to rub it.
Glyn could feel the heat from her body on his face and the scent of her sex was intoxicating. She released his hand and he continued rubbing her clit. Using his other hand, she moaned and gasped for air when he slid two fingers inside her.
"That's it." She uttered. "Right there. Keep doing that. Mmmmm," she groaned.
The moist evidence of her arousal coated his fingers. Glyn was mesmerized. He continued massaging her clit and gently moving his fingers in and out of her pussy. Watching her head sway from side to side and her breasts move up and down in time with her pussy contractions, was more than he believed possible.
Mary moaned; he looked up to see her pinch a nipple and let out a little squeal. Her breathing shortened and she arched her back off the sofa. Her legs snapped together and clamped his hand to her pussy.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come. Ahhhhhhh." She moaned, then her body went limp
After a few deep breaths to return some oxygen to her brain, Mary opened her eyes and looked at Glyn with his hand still inside her pussy. His face was red, his eyes wide open and his mouth ajar. A look of complete astonishment. "Christ." She thought. "If he can do that with his fingers, what's he gonna do with that cock?"
Mary opened her legs and John removed his hand. "Sorry." She said. "I was taking care of my needs before yours."
Glyn laughed. "Sorry! You've got nothing to be sorry for. You just let me make you come."
She sat up and reached out for his hand, pulled him towards her and kissed his lips. "Did you like that?" She whispered into his ear.
"That was the most exciting thing I have ever seen."
"Good. I think I'm ready for you now." She said, looking at his cock bouncing against his firm stomach. "This next part, you will have to teach Sandy what to do, so it's important you remember it."
Glyn laughed again. "I don't think there's any danger of me not remembering this, Mom. Sorry, Mary."
Mary laughed. "Me neither," she said, as she positioned her hips over the edge of the sofa. "Put your hand around your cock and just insert your crown into my pussy, then stop."
Glyn knelt between her legs, looked down at her red lips and pushed the head of his cock into her pussy. The heat sensation caused a shockwave of lust to ripple through his body.
"Now gently ease the next four inches in and wait for my signal."
He pushed and felt the resistance of her tight pussy walls stop him from sliding in. She flinched and Glyn looked up. "Are you okay?"
"It's just big. Give me a moment." She said, panting for air. "Now move forward until you reach the top of my cunt."
His cock throbbed at the mention of 'cunt' and Mary gasped out loud. "Ooh, careful, big boy. Easy does it."
Glyn looked down at his cock sliding into her pussy. He fought with all his willpower against his desire to push his cock all the way inside. Beads of sweat formed on his brow. Mary raised a hand to his chest to stop him and the heat from her touch caused him to spasm. "Argh," he gasped.
"Hold it there, Glyn." She commanded, "and let me breath."
The heat from her moist pussy and the touch of her hand, made a cloud of fog take over his brain and his eyes closed.
"Glyn!" Mary shouted, and Glyn snapped out of his delirium. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. Just lost it for a second. Jesus, Mom, you're so hot!"
"This, you will have to show Sandy." She said, as she took the rest of his cock between her hands. "Look at my hands. See how they will stop you pushing any further into me." His cock throbbed and Mary oohed. "I love it when a man's cock throbs inside my pussy."
"Oh, Mary, I love it when you talk like that. It really turns me on."
Glyn's made his cock throb, Mary gasped and lay back on the sofa. He placed his hands by her arms and raised himself above her. He looked down at his cock as it gently slid through her hands and into her pussy. He knew if he wasn't careful he'd lose control. Thoughts flew through his mind: "Keep it steady. Make it last. Don't think about coming. God, she's fucking hot. Should I be wearing a condom? Look at those tits. She'll have birth control. Fuck, she's hot. Is she enjoying it? That face says yes. Oh, fuck, man, this is fucking amazing."
Every time Glyn pushed his cock into her, Mary took a deep breath and her breasts heaved upwards. She looked up at his face. "I know this is wrong," she thought, "but why does it feel so good. Look at his face - he loves it. He loves fucking my pussy. Christ, he's big. Not just his cock, look at those shoulders. This beautiful man is fucking me. Make me come. Urghhhh," she moaned.
"I'm coming, Glyn. I'm...
Glyn watched her close her eyes and shake her head from side to side as her hips rode up and down his cock. She clamped her legs together, pulling him deep inside her. Her hands squeezed his cock and she came with a guttural moan.
Images of porn flashed in Glyn's mind. "Shit, this better than porn," he thought. "I'm a fucking porn star. She just came on my cock. God, she looks beautiful. Fuck, she's horny." His mind went into overdrive when he felt his semen building up in his cock. He threw his head back, closed his eyes and marvelled at the hot, moist pussy slurping at his cock. His pace quickened. He was about to lose control. An image of a facial shot through his brain and he pulled out and masturbated furiously.
"I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come."
Mary opened her eyes and saw the first jet of come erupt from his cock and hit her on the cheek. Instinctively, her hand wiped it from her face and fed it to her mouth. The next stream hit her on the chin and she whelped. The final two ropes of come landed on her tits and she massaged the semen into her nipples.
Suddenly, they were both aware of what just happened and stopped moving. They stared at each other, both registering the shock on the others face.
"Sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me." Glyn said apologetically.
"It's alright, Son, I know who came over me." She smiled and laughed.
Glyn couldn't believe her reply and laughed as he lay down beside her. "Mary, you are amazing. That was even better than the first time."
She turned her head to face him and sheepishly said: "I don't think it would be a good idea for you to come over Sandy's face like that."
"No, I won't..." he trailed off. "It was... For a second I thought I was in a porno and..."
Mary squeezed his hand. "It's lucky for you I like the taste of come, but some girls don't." She kissed him on the cheek, then rose from the sofa and looked down at him. His cock was semi-erect and she thought about fucking him again. "Happy Christmas, Son. I need some sleep after all that exertion. See you in the morning." She said as she made her way to the door.
Glyn watched her ass cheeks bounce as she walked. "Good night, Mom."
Mary lay in bed unable to sleep, thinking about what had happened. "It's for Glyn and Sandy," she thought, trying to convince herself it was okay. "We had sex twice tonight. He came on my face and God it felt good. Should I tell him in college I was a come slut? No. That's for me to know, not him. How many times can I pretend...? If he walks in here now he can fuck me again. Should I call for him? How do I want him to fuck me? I can't make love with him, he's my son. It's just fucking. It's for him and Sandy. Fuck I feel horny." She fell asleep formulating her plan for his education.
When Glyn woke in the morning his first thought was about last night. "Did I really fuck her twice last night?" He stroked his cock and brought his hand to his nose, the scent of her sex made his cock twitch. "Will she let me fuck her again?" It didn't take long for him to find out. The smell of bacon cooking made him rise from his bed and head downstairs. When he entered the kitchen he stopped dead at the sight of Mary. She wore black stilettoes, black stockings and suspenders, and black lace panties and bra.
"Morning, Glyn," she said as she placed a plate of bacon and eggs on the table. "After you've had your breakfast we'll begin lesson three." She turned and walked away with a wiggle in her stride. "How much will he like this outfit?" She wondered.
Glyn couldn't take his eyes off her as he sat down. "What's lesson..." He stopped as she bent over at the waist to get the orange juice from the fridge. She turned to look at him stare at her and winked. "His cock is hard already. He likes the outfit." She said to herself. "Jesus, Mary, calm down. You've got cooking to do today. Yes, but not until after he fucks my brains out. I am sooo wet. Let's have some fun."
She placed the juice on the table, bent down with her elbows on the table and held her head in her hands. "Do you like my outfit?" She asked seductively, already knowing the answer. Glyn just nodded. "Lesson three is when you take me doggie style. Would you like that?"
"Fuck, yes, Mom." He spluttered.
"It's Mary while you're having lessons, remember?"
"Sorry, it's just the sight of you is enough for me to forget my own name."
Mary smiled at him and playfully pinched his cheek. "Eat up and we'll begin." She said as she turned and walked out of the kitchen with an extra wiggle in her step. Two minutes later when she returned Glyn had finished his meal.
"That was quick," she stated as she leaned down and felt for his cock. "I think you're ready for your next lesson." She turned and bent over, wiggling her ass in his face. "Do you want it?"
Glyn sprang to his feet and his chair toppled over onto the floor. A second later his shorts and T-shirt were off and his erection was bouncing against his stomach.
Mary raised a hand to stop him pouncing on her. "Slow down, Tiger. For this lesson to work you must be in control of that cock of yours. Now get down on your knees behind me and take my panties down."
Glyn's brain was swimming. "Look at that ass, it's so fucking sexy. I'm going to fuck her in the ass. No, doggie. Don't come too quickly. Make it last." He placed his hands on either side of her hips and slowly pulled the lace material down to reveal her ass cheeks. Her pussy lips protruded between her legs and leant closer to give each ass cheek a kiss.
"Ooh, that feels nice." Mary whimpered. A thought struck her, "He better not want to fuck my ass. There's no way it would fit in. But it would be fun trying."
He gently pulled the panties further down, but the crotch seemed stuck between her legs. Puzzled, he looked closer and breathed in the aroma from her pussy. He snaked a finger between her panties and pussy, and pulled them down. A length of pussy juice dripped from her pussy down onto his hand.
Mary leant forward and spread herself across the kitchen table. "Wow!" He said as he pushed a finger into her pussy and felt her warmth.
"Just like before," Mary said turning her head to see him. "Push your cock in slowly and stop when you reach the top of my pussy."
Glyn stood behind her and aimed his cock at her pussy. He pushed forward and his cock slid between her legs. He repositioned and tried again.
"Let me," she said reaching down and guiding his cock between her moist petals and into her pussy.
Mary spread her legs wide apart and Glyn watched his cock slide into her pussy. He marvelled at her pert butt cheeks and was surprised when she let out a long, deep, audible moan.
"Are you okay?" He asked as he felt his cock reach the top of her pussy.
Mary shivered and shook her ass cheeks before replying: "That feels fucking marvellous. God, I love this position." She turned her head and smiled a wicked, sexy grin. "Put your hand around your cock to stop you from thrusting in any further. Oh, Jesus, Glyn, do it quick. I really need fucking now." She turned her head forward and lay down on the table. "Fuck me, Glyn. Fuck me now."
Glyn was equally startled and excited hearing his mom speak like that. He grabbed his cock and looked down as he pulled back, making sure he didn't take it out of her pussy. "Wow." He thought, looking at his cock glistening with her pussy juice. "She's really turned on. She wants my cock. Not too fast, now fuck her." He pushed back inside her and stopped when his hand hit her ass cheeks. He pulled back and pushed into her again. "Am I doing it right, Mom? Mary."
"Oh, fuck yes, sweetheart. Just a bit faster and I'm gonna come real quick."
Glyn thrust his cock in and out of her pussy and was into a rhythm in no time. Every time Mary oohed and ah'd his cock throbbed, which lead to more ooh's and ahh's from Mary. Blood was pumping into Mary's brain and she could feel her pulse beating in her temple. "Oh, God," she thought. "Why does he have to be my son. His cock is... I'm going to fucking burst if... Oh, Jesus, fuck me this feels so good. He's got a rhythm. Oh, my boy is a man. A big strong powerful man who is fucking me. Go on, make me come."
Glyn watched as Mary's arms were moving all over the table. Suddenly she began slapping her hand against the table. "That's it, Glyn. Right there. Keep going, I'm gonna come." Her body spasmed and she clenched her butt cheeks together, clamping his cock inside her pussy. She pushed her body upwards, arching her back and squealed.
"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She screamed as an orgasm rippled through her body.
Glyn stopped moving and just watched his mother orgasm on his cock. Her ass cheeks clenched against his hand. "Fuck me, this woman is amazing," he thought.
"Wow, wow, wow." She said as she finished coming.
Glyn withdrew his cock and took a step back to admire her quivering body. He watched, mesmerised as a string of pussy juice dripped to the floor.
"More! More! Make me come again." She begged huskily.
Holding his cock, he bent his legs and re-entered her. With his free hand he reached under her waist and pulled her towards him.
"Oh my, God. What's he going to do to me." She thought as she leant back against his chest. She reached an arm around his neck as he lifted her off the ground. "Wow, he's strong. Oh, Sandy, you are going to be one lucky girl." The heat from his body caused her to gasp out loud. She closed her eyes and submitted herself to be consumed by pleasure.
Glyn was surprised how light Mary was. He rocked her back and forth on his cock while keeping his hand in place on his cock. "Don't let go," he thought. "Make it last. Just rock her up and down. Up and down. Make her come again." He felt her pussy muscles tighten on his cock.
"Fuck in hell, Mom, you are so fucking hot." He said out loud, his brain no longer in charge of his thoughts.
That was it for Mary, she felt her orgasm build. "Lay me back on the table." She whispered, and Glyn placed her back down. "Now fuck my brains out." She ordered.
Glyn looked down at his cock. His hand was covered in her cream and her pussy lips were puffy and dark red. He thrust his cock in as far as he could and she screamed with delight "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She cried. She'd only felt like this once before and a minute later she knew what was about to happen.
"Pull out," she commanded. "Pull out."
Glyn pulled out and looked at her pussy. She squealed and squirted a stream of pussy juice against his leg. He instinctively reached out and the second squirt splashed against his hand. "Fucking wow!" He thought, as he raised his hand to his mouth. Tasting her cream gave him a feeling of euphoria, a feeling he wanted to last forever.
"I'm going to do this. I'm going to do it." Mary thought as she spun around, knelt before him and grabbed his cock with both hands. "Give it to me, Glyn. Give it all to me now." She licked the head of his bulbous cock as her hands rapidly moved up and down. "I want it, Glyn. Paint my face with your come." She said before licking his head and staring up into his eyes.
"Oh, Jesus, Mom, I'm gonna come."
"Give it to me, Baby. Give it to me."
As she opened her mouth to receive his seed, Glyn couldn't wait any more. The first jet of come spurted from his cock and hit her on her nose and forehead. The second stream she aimed straight into her mouth and she swallowed hungrily. The third eruption splashed against her cheek as she gasped for air, then she took his cock in her mouth for the final rope of semen. Memories of her college times sprang to mind. "You dirty fucking come slut. Swallow it all. It tastes so good."
Glyn struggled for breath, but couldn't take his eyes off her as she wiped his cock across her face. "She's possessed." He thought. "She's a come slut. Fuck me, my mom's a come slut." She licked his cock from its base to the tip and he wondered if he could come again. His cock throbbed and the last of his sperm trickled out onto Mary's tongue. She looked him in the eye, closed her mouth and swallowed. This was more than he could take and he eased himself down onto the floor beside her. They sat in silence for a while to regain their breath.
"Wow! What just happened there, Mom?"
Mary raised her hands to cover her face as she turned away. "I'm sorry, Son. You were not meant to see me like that."
Glyn pulled her against his body and kissed her neck. "Will you stop apologising for giving me the most amazing experiences of my life." He squeezed her against him and took one of her hands in his. "Mom, you are incredible."
"But, Glyn, that was meant to be a lesson for... I wasn't meant to..."
"Mom, it was so hot seeing you enjoy yourself like that. You did enjoy it, didn't you?
"Enjoy?" She said rhetorically looking up at him. "That was the best sex I've had in... Ever."
Glyn leant his head down and kissed her on the lips. "I think we need to take a shower." He said as he raised himself from the floor and helped Mary to her feet.
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Over the next eleven days Glyn and Mary had sex in the living room, the kitchen, the shower, and Glyn's bedroom. Mary kept her bed to herself, knowing if she allowed him in, she might never let him go.
On the twelfth day of Christmas after a particularly vigorous session, Glyn rolled off Mary and lay, panting, beside her on the sofa.
"You're ready for Sandy now." She said quietly.
"What?" He replied, wondering if this meant the end to their sex sessions.
"Didn't you notice I didn't need to use my hands to keep you from hurting me. You know your body and you know how to make love to a woman. You're ready for Sandy." | literotica |
Title: How Big Are You?
Tags: oral sex, fellatio, blowjob, exhibitionism, showing off, massage, first penis, first time, large breasts, innocent
"Are you hard?" Wendy asked, sitting between my legs, both of us sitting on her dorm room bed. Outside, college students were on their way to and from classes.
I froze, my hands still holding her shoulders. Her plump ass was against my crotch, my erection pressing eagerly against her backside. Would she believe I was just holding onto a roll of quarters? "Oh, uh, sorry about that." I pulled myself back slightly, but she followed, keeping her body pressed against mine.
"Oh, it's okay. I don't mind. It's kind of flattering," she admitted, wiggling her butt, briefly grinding it against me.
I raised my eyebrows. That wasn't the response I had expected... What should I say? What *could* I say? I elected to keep quiet and continued to massage her shoulders. A moan escaped her lips as she fell against my chest. Her hands rested on my upper thighs. She slowly began to graze her fingernails up and down, her hand coming within inches of the bulge in my jeans. I slid forward, hoping that she would come into contact with it.
"That feels good," I said, stifling my own moan. Her shirt was thin. I could feel the contours of her body through the fabric, the unique geography of her body, the artistry of her form. "Have you started that Judge Dee book yet? What do you think of it?"
"I love it! It reminds me a lot of Sherlock Holmes, but I like how all the different threads weave together," she explained, her hands curving around each other as she spoke. "I'm almost done with it, and then we can have a real discussion."
"Sounds great." I moved my hands to her bare neck, kneading knots out of her muscles and caressing her collarbone. From my position, her low-cut top hid little. Her full breasts lay exposed below me, her cleavage open, inviting my hands to reach down and grab her breasts, only her scarlet bra denying me a better view. My cock rose, pushing against her. She giggled. I bit my lip.
"So...Eric..." she started, hesitating. My heart pounded as she waited to continue. "How big are you?" she finally asked.
"Big?" I asked. She wasn't asking what I thought she was asking...was she?
"Yeah, you know...*this*," she said, reaching back to poke my hardness. So, she was...
"About...six and a half inches, I guess" I answered, my hands moving on to her temples, my thumbs pressed against the base of her skull, hoping my tone had enough doubt that she wouldn't suspect I had actually measured it.
"Hmm..." She held up her hands, her palms flat, in front of her face, adjusting the difference between them until she was satisfied. "So like...this big?" she asked.
I reached around her and took her hands in mine, slightly adjusting them to be closer together. "Like this."
"Ohh..." She studied the gap between her hands momentarily, before asking innocently, "Can I see it?"
My eyelids fluttered. Had I heard her right? "You want to *see* it?"
She turned around and faced me, resting on her knees, her cheeks pink. Her eyes dropped down to my lap. "I mean, if you don't mind... Can I?" she asked, raising her eyes to mine, brushing her dark hair away from her face. A beautiful young woman was asking to see my dick. What else could I say?
"Sure."
She beamed and hugged me tightly, her bust weighing against me. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close, savoring the pressure. "Oh, thank you, Eric!" She pulled back and smiled expectantly, her hands folded in her lap, her stare locked onto my lap. "So?"
My cheeks burned. I reached down. I was really going to do this... Wendy waited patiently, her gaze and grin unwavering. "Let me just, uh, get ready," I said. I cupped my shaft and stroked it while she watched, making sure I was as large as possible before my debut. I bit my lip and averted my eyes, trying to minimize the awkwardness inherent in jerking off in front of a friend.
"Does this help?" she asked. I turned to her. Her shirt was off. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. The cups fell onto the bed, exposing her firm, round breasts, jiggling as she sat upright, her pink nipples hard.
"Y-yeah..." She smiled proudly. I stared at her chest while stroking. My cock strained against my pants, eager to escape. If I kept going, pretty soon I was going to need a change of clothes... I stopped. This was it.
I pulled down my zipper. Wendy's eyes widened. She leaned forward, her breasts hanging. I reached in and grasped my cock. I pulled it out. Wendy gasped softly, her hand at her mouth. "Wow," she whispered. She reached towards it, and stopped. She looked up at me. "Can I touch it?" I nodded and swallowed, watching as her trembling hand came closer.
Her hand closed around my shaft, delicately, as though she were afraid she might break it. I shuddered. Her hand was so soft. She gave me a gentle squeeze, then a harder one. My cock twitched, and her mouth broke into a wide smile as she giggled. She pinched the head, studying it, examining it with a careful eye. "I can't believe I'm holding your cock," she suddenly blurted out. "This is kind of crazy, isn't it?"
"Kind of," I agreed with a laugh, the tension sublimating away in a moment of ludicrousness.
"I've never seen one up close before," she confessed. I was her first? I was glad I had taken the time to make the best first impression... I could scarcely believe that a college freshman as beautiful as her was so inexperienced. "What this?"
"It's a circumcision scar."
"Oh, so you're circumcised?"
"Yeah."
"I like it..." She circled her fingers around my ruddy head, lowering it down my shaft, the sensation electric. She squeezed. My cock was throbbing in her hand. She closed her eyes. "Whoa, I can feel your pulse... Lub-dub, lub-dub... So cool... It's thick. Is the head always that big?"
"Not always. Not from what I've seen in porn or anything. It's not like I get in a circle with my friends and compare."
"Why not?! If I had a dick I'd totally do that all the time!"
"Well I'd let you borrow mine, but I'm kind of attached to it..."
She looked up at me, my cock almost touching her face, her hand possessively wrapped around it. "You'll let me check it out whenever I want, though, right? We'll be like, penis pals!"
"Wouldn't that disqualify you?"
"No," she explained patiently, "Because I'm sharing yours. Like a time-share."
"That means you're responsible for taking care of it, too. You can't just be a squatter."
She cast her eyes down, only slowly raising them back to me. She mumbled something I couldn't hear. Her cheeks looked as red as her bra had been. "What did you say?"
"Can I?" she repeated, barely audible.
"Of course you can! Whenever you want!' I said, more eagerly than I had intended.
She looked from the newly-won prize in her hand back to me, waving it in front of her mouth. "So it feels good when someone sucks on it, right?"
"Really good," I replied, hoping her question wasn't just idle curiosity.
She pouted, apparently not entirely convinced. Her deep brown eyes bore into mine as she kissed my cock. She kissed it again, more deeply, her lips barely parting. Once more she kissed me, her mouth opening, taking my head between her plump, red lips. I watched, transfixed, as she engulfed my cock, my shaft slowly vanishing into her warm, tight, wet mouth. A hiss escaped my gritted teeth as I clenched her sheets tightly.
Her tongue swirled and slathered around my manhood. My hips bucked. I wanted to be deeper inside her, deeper inside of her heavenly mouth. She gripped my hips, her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed as she forced all of my inside of her, until her lips met my crotch, and every last inch of my cock was in her mouth. I brushed my hand against her cheek. She was amazing.
She released me with a wet gasp and breathed deeply. She wrapped her hand around my moist cock and stroked it up and down furiously. Panting, she asked, "How is it so far?"
"You're amazing. And you've never done this before?"
"Nope!' she grinned. "Guess I'm a natural, huh?"
"I'll say..."
"Well, I can't take all the credit," she said, punctuating her sentence with a kiss. "I have a pretty good partner to work with, too. Do you want me to keep going?"
"*God* yes," I sighed.
She simpered and licked her lips before taking my cock back into her mouth. I reached down and rubbed her shoulders as her head bobbed up and down, and was rewarded with a muffled moan of appreciation. Her breasts pushed rhythmically against my thighs, her pebble-hard nipples rubbing against my skin.
She held the base of my shaft firmly as she pulled me out of her mouth and began to lick the length of my manhood with the same desperate eagerness that she would a melting ice cream cone. My body clenched. Pleasure swelled within me, bubbling to the surface, impossible to contain much longer. "I'm gonna cum," I warned her.
But she didn't stop.
All the while making eye contact with me, she consumed my cock and firmly sucked, licking the underside of my shaft, her cheeks sunken. I was done for. I couldn't last any longer. I thrust inside of her, my cock spasming between her lips, pulsating, throbbing, as my cum gushed inside of her. She adeptly swallowed every last drop, never once breaking her stride.
Finally, I was empty. She released me and squeezed my shaft gently, immediately licking up the last pearl of semen that dripped out of me. "Wow, that was lot!," she said. "It tastes...*strange*... But good! Like a salty dessert... I like it..."
"Thanks," I gasped, panting on her bed. She crawled into bed and snuggled up to me, my arm between her pert breasts, my hand resting against her warm, moist crotch.
She traced a circle against my chest. "Can I do that again?" she asked.
"Anytime, Wendy," I answered, as I undid the button on her pants. "But first, there's something *I* want to try..." | literotica |
Title: Year Of The Rabbit by SerenadeDS
Tags: Caste System, Future, Lapine, Naga, Other, Rabbit
**YEAR OF THE RABBIT - PROLOGUE**
The year is 2311, considered to be an honoured year. Not for any specific reasons. No one famous was born this year - yet at least. No major scientific breakthroughs have been made, AIDS was cured ages ago, and homosexuality has stopped being frowned upon for quite some time. I'm not entirely certain of that last bit, as I'm only 17. I still see discrimination, but it's apparently not nearly as prevalent.
But what's the state of humanity? Well, technological advances have been made. Lasers have nearly replaced caliber ammunition - I say nearly because they're still working out some kinks with that. We've found traces of life beyond out galaxy with our probes. As mentioned earlier, diseases such as AIDs and Cancer are a thing for the history books. Racial discrimination still exists, unfortunately, but not quite how you might think. Oh, and the most widely imported and exported vegetable of the world is the carrot.
Still with me? Good, then let me elaborate a bit farther. Maybe you remember the big uproar about 2012 being the 'end of the world' because of the whole Mayan calendar thing. Well, what if I told you that, in a sense, they had a point? Sure, at the end of 2012, there wasn't a massive asteroid, the polar ice caps didn't melt, and we weren't covered by a massive sheet of magma or sunk into the world from earthquakes.
Near the end of 2011, there was a massive breakthrough in gene splicing, as well as cloning technology. Wouldn't you know it - it was the Chinese that made these discoveries. How did they use it though? Well, they did have wonderful intentions, but with the proximity of 2012, they had a different plan.
They created the world's first 'Furry' as the Internet called them. Using their knowledge, as well as having access to several zoos across China, they spliced the genes of a Komodo Dragon with that of a human, and used that to fertilize a cloned human egg. Doing this, they managed to exploit a loophole when it came to human rights - what they were doing wasn't wrong, as the clone had no official parents, and therefore, no hereditary genes or behavior - or preferences. Several specimens 'failed' to produce the desired effect, but they managed to not only give 'birth' to a successful human/reptile hybrid, but managed to accelerate its growth to that of a mature adult in only a couple of months. The being - simply named 'Zodiac' - was revealed on the 23rd of January, 2012 - The day of the Chinese New Year, and the start of the Year of the Dragon.
At first, the world was shocked by this reveal. These scientists had accomplished what had only been done in comic books and video games - They had made an anthropomorphic human/animal hybrid. Naturally, PETA had a field day with the whole affair, but nobody really paid them any mind anyways. Rather, this caught the attention of several human rights activists, who were up in arms about the whole thing. Seems the Chinese had made one mistake - they gave the creature a name, and therefore, through some more political jargon and loopholes, this meant that this creature had every right to a normal human life, which had been stripped away by not officially being human. And since she (yes, she) was - apart from the whole 'part Komodo Dragon thing'- was perfectly healthy, euthanizing her would lead to murder charges being pressed. So, with no other options, Zodiac was given rights to a normal human life, and was even educated as anyone else would be. It seemed simple enough. The only hitch? To prevent further 'damning of humanity,' as several people called it, Zodiac had undergone a hysterectomy. Crisis averted, right?
But, naturally, the scientists that made her wanted more. They saw potential in human gene splicing, as well as cloning. The following year, they revealed that they had made another human-animal hybrid. This one was a radically different being than Zodiac though. With 2013 being the Year of the Snake, their new creation was simply named Naga, and for good reason - This new creation had no legs, but rather, had the lower half of a snake. Once again, the press exploded. Some of it was backlash from before, some more of it was trying to basically make the whole thing out to be some radical form of self-promotion. Who knows really. In the end, they finally proposed one main argument:
"We know that what we are doing is strange. We know that what we are doing is not looked upon very favourably by many. But we are not doing this for that. We are doing this because we know that we can help the world. We can take the world leagues beyond its potential with this. With these advances, we may be able to cure the currently incurable, and even enhance life as we know it. We showed Zodiac and Naga off so that the world would know of our existence - so that we could potentially gain some favourable attention for our cause. Zodiac and Naga are our presents to the world, and you look at them with disdain. With an attitude like that, it is no wonder the world remains at a standstill.
"We will continue this work, and yes, we will continue to make our anthropomorphized humans to release on the Chinese New Year. All we ask is for the knowledge that we can trust you with the fruits of our labour - that you will not turn them away like a leper. If we do this... We can - and will make the world a better place!" The crazy thing was the fact that that hokey speech worked.
After delivering that speech, the organizations speaking against them calmed down. It didn't take long for the group to even start receiving funding for their work after a time. Before too much longer, they had grown - several people joining their cause for a 'better' tomorrow. Succeeding where others failed, they expanded rapidly - within just a year, they had grown to become the world's largest facility in genetic sciences. I find that last statement hard to believe as well - trust me.
And, true to their word, despite people still being a tad iffy towards the thing, they continued releasing their 'presents' to the world on the chinese new year, each one being a mix between human and animal - the animal having to do with whatever the Chinese Zodiac had planned.
Actually, let me touch on these creations for just a moment. It seems that, in their growing techniques, these guys had overlooked something. Because they managed to make these creations from embryo to adult in mere months... they continued to age rapidly. In fact, their life span wasn't really that much more than a few months after release - Zodiac lived the longest of the group, actually getting to meet Naga before she passed away a month later. The others ended up passing away around the time Spring was in full bloom. My guess is that it had something to do with the komodo dragon genes, but I'm getting ahead of myself.
I do have a point to this all. I wouldn't bore you with a history lesson if I didn't have a good reason behind it, so bear with me for just a little bit longer.
Well, after a time, these guys managed to prove their second statement. They managed to, with their advanced knowledge and techniques, they managed to provide cures to various obscure diseases at first, but then, within a few years, they made their first major breakthrough in medical science - They cured the common cold.
Yes. I am not shitting you, these guys cured the common cold. They then managed to move on to cure the next big things - several persistent STIs were covered, including the HIV virus. In the same year they moved on to cure AIDS. The year after that, they cured cancer. It seemed that these men could do no wrong.
Or... so we thought. These men continued their expansion like clockwork, until 2023. The Year of the Rabbit. To celebrate their 12th year of working, the company bred two subjects - anthropomorphic rabbits, one male, one female. They named them Carl and Laura, rather than a more enigmatic name such as their predecessors. Some of us have an alternate set of nicknames for these two though, but I'll get to that later.
These two though were... different. In the short time they knew each other, they became attracted to each other very strongly. So strong in fact... that merely a few days after their reveal, one day before their scheduled hysterectomy, they escaped.
The corporation was in a state of panic, but told no one. These two escaped, and from that point... they did what nature intended. They began to breed. And breed... and breed. Before long, some of the children were being spotted in the cities, and there were even reports that they were proceeding to breed further. Unfortunately... there was very little we could do about it. These children were stronger, faster, and, thanks to how their bodies worked, they aged quicker, being capable of breeding in merely a few weeks.
And so, they multiplied... and then came the first incident - a woman had taken to one of the offspring, and together, they fathered a child. Of course, the media had a field day with this - the first human-anthro couple and their child. With the human DNA stronger, the child aged a tad slower. Once the first pairing had come out into the open... others began to follow suit.
I seriously wish I was kidding. Humankind and the anthro-people, known as Homo Cuniculus - though most prefer to simply call them the Lapine - were beginning to coincide with one another. they proved to be intelligent, on par with normal human intelligence even. It was several years later that the population eventually evened out, an equal mix of humans and the Lapine. It is for this reason that Carl and Luna have their alternate nicknames - Adam and Eve. Then, the trouble started.
Yeah, that whole 'Humans and Lapine mixing' wasn't the bad news. The trouble began with mutations being noticed around the ages of puberty in several of the Lapine. This gave rise to the 'Mixes' - a slur used for those whose genes had shifted a bit, not being a 50/50 match between human and rabbit. The technical, less 'offensive' term, is 'Hybrid.' These Hybrids are frowned upon, not only by Lapine culture, but even by human culture. They don't belong in either, technically, when it's thought about.
But, thankfully, humanity as a whole being at least partially civil, the Hybrids are not deliberately hunted down, or hung at birth, or whatever. No, instead, they get to deal with oh-so-glorious racism. Or I guess you could call it speciesism. Either way, while according to the law, Hybrids, Lapines and Humans are all equal, in the eyes of society, things work a little differently. Returning to almost primal instincts, an unwritten caste system has been in place since the Lapines first became at peace with the human race.
At the top of the system, we have the Lapines. Some flaunt this fact, acting as if they are some form of ascended and enlightened human being. Thankfully, this only accounts for the asshole population - at most, a measly 0.1%. Still a fair amount, but hey, nobody said it'd be perfect. This being said, I'm sure it comes as no surprise that most of the aristocrats in the world are Lapines. Next in line though, we have the humans themselves. They're alright though. Not many assholes there. Much less than the Lapines at least. Oftentimes, a Human could easily get work under a Lapine with ease - from simply working in an office to (again, mostly the aristocrats) being a personal manservant - butlers, maids, the works.
Next in line is rabbits. No, I am not kidding you. Cats, dogs, mice, birds - if you have one of those as a pet, it's nothing much to glance at unless it's a rather nice breed. Conversation pieces, or they're there for those that love animals. If you own a rabbit though... that's a whole other story. Kinda like how having an exotic pet way back when would turn heads in an instant. You hear about those people who had things like Tigers, Ocelots, Peacocks, et cetera, who basically got one to brag about it, or to show they had money. Now, Rabbits have fallen into this category. Sorta makes sense, what with the whole 'Their DNA made this new race' and all that. Yeah. Despicably common, and yet they cost a fortune in pet stores. Some people try and pass themselves off as sophisticated by catching one in the wild - save for the fact that it was made a felony in 2085 - need a license to catch one, and even then, it's only if you're going to sell them as a pet store owner.
Lastly, on the bottom of this system, is the Hybrids. They're not sold or bought as pets of course. Well, mostly. There's still some places in the world where Hybrids are sold as servants. It's mostly stopped, but still done in some places in the world. Mostly Africa, and even then that's a longshot. There's a funny thing about Hybrids though - namely, how can you tell that someone's a Hybrid? Well, in the early years, you can't really. A Hybrid will look just like a normal Lapine, least until puberty. Afterwards, depending on how they're genes balance, their body will naturally even itself out. Got more rabbit in you? Well, then expect to be a bit more primal in your years as they go by, get some slightly longer feet, and hell, maybe even sprout coarser and thicker fur. Got more human? Well, these ones are easier to spot - they lose their fur more and more, and sometimes their ears even get shorter. The tail though has never left. I dunno why, maybe it's hard-coded into Lapine DNA to always have a tail. Either way, the rabbit are clearly the trickier ones to spot, as it's mostly behavioural stuff that changes for them. Spot what looks like a human with rabbit ears? You've found yourself a Hybrid.
To make a long story short...er... Day to day life has been radically altered with the introduction of Lapines. Their breeding and aging has, thankfully, calmed down to a much more natural pace. Yeah, it's still a little accelerated, but hey, that's Rabbits for yah.
Oh, right, the whole year thing. Earlier, I made some big fuss about how this year, 2311, was important. Well, this year, on the Chinese Zodiac, marks the Year of the Rabbit. | FSE |
Title: Airship Down Part 2 by Puma Concolor
Tags: Cougar, Cougaress, Coyote, Hermaphrodite, M/F/F, Transformation
\_ **Airship Down** \_
\_ **Part 2** \_
By Puma Concolor
A Fan ship work for a very talented writer
Femmpaws
*Karen is copyrighted by* Femmpaws
and used with express permission.
Editing done by a very good friend Dasher Cheetah
We had turned North out of Mt Vernon where I had left my fellow drivers with a brief and cryptic explanation and had taken several back roads to bring us just to our destination.
"Karen, you need to wake up hun." I said to the very pretty Courgress setting in the passenger seat of my old \_Freightliner. This was the lady pilot we had picked up earlier that day along with her precious cargo and agreed t\_o help get home.
"Mmmm. What time is if Puma?" She asked with a yawn and a very sexy stretch.
"Around 2:30."
"2:30? We should have been on the island hours ago. You promised! Where are we Puma!" Shi demanded glaring at me.
"Go easy hun, We're ok. I got a call shortly after you dozed off. It was from your crew. They rerouted us here for the transfer. We're about two miles from the coast, in a little wooded area just about 200 yards on the US side of the boarder?"
"But how did they know I went down and how did they know I was with you? It's got to be some kind of a double cross!"
"No no. It seems some of my contacts knows your contacts and my one contact always seems to know where I all the times." I grinned sheepishly.
"Are you sure? I mean, it seems awful fishy. I'm really not up to a fire fight but if that what it takes..."
"Calm down Karen. I trust my contact with me life. Gods know how many times she has saved it."
"She?"
Yea. I hope I get a chance to introduce her to you some time."
"Ok... but this had better not be some kind of a trap."
"It's not.." I assured hir as I pulled over at the designated abandoned parking area.
"Isn't that what Custer told his troupes at the Little Big Horn?"
As we got out of the truck leaving only the parking lights lit and walked around to the front together I could sense the presence of several others nearby. I guess Karen could sense them as well as I could feel her tense up through her light flight jacket.
"How was the flight over Wichita?" Came a voice from the gloom.
"Cloudy, Ceiling at 3500 feet!" Karen replied, relaxing a bit.
"What?" I whispered to Karen.
"Password."She whispered back.
There was a bit of mumbling before a new but very familiar voice echoed from the night, "Who's the Sexiest fur you know?"
A smile crossed my muzzle as I shouted back, "You already know the answer to that question \_ **Coyote!** \_" I leaned over and whispered to Karen, "Remember that contact I told you about? You are about to meet her."
Several lights came on and out of the glair approached an absolutely beautiful coyote anthro. She came up to us with a rather insatiable grin and sexy sway as she walked up to us and offered Karen her paw.
"Hi. You must be Karen. I'm Coyote. Big Kitty's protégé and partner in debauchery, the one who he was going to introduce you to." She snickered.
"Aaaa..." Karen looked at me utterly baffled while gingerly taking Coyote's paw.
"Trust me. The answer to your next question will only leave you more confused. Just go with it."
Several humans and anthros stepped up with Flashlights and lanterns. A couple were even wearing US and Canadian border patrol uniforms. All seemed very happy to see us.
"Karen?" Asked a very petite Border Collie.
"Yes?"
"We're here to escort the cubs over the border to a safe house. You're more than welcome to come if you wish?"
"What's going to happen to the cubs?" Karen demanded
"They will be paced with families inside our colonies. There they will be processed as Canadian Citizens where they will be protected under Canadian law. Once this is done even if they should ever return to the US, neither the center nor anybody else would dare touch them."
"You sure?"
"If I wasn't I wouldn't have had this done." she said with a smile lifting her ear and shinning her flash light in showing evidence of having a tattoo laser removed long ago. Anyone acquainted with the center would know having the tags removed would be labeled an act of treason under US law and that person would be imprisoned for a very long time.
After several minutes of questioning and Karen repeatedly declining to go over the boarder, the cubs made good their goodbyes and with lots of hugs were taken north to a new life of freedom.
Karen, Coyote and I stood watching as everyone disappeared into the night. Karen had absentmindedly wrapped her arms around me from behind as shi stood very relaxed for almost two minutes. A calmness seemed to wash over me and feeling of contentment filled my mind as images first of the cubs and them Karen. Each etched themselves into my memories. I crossed my arms over hers hugging them purring softly.
"You do care!" She whispered.
"Huh?" I asked looking up at Karen.
"You do care about me. I can feel it. You don't care if I am a...a.."
"Go ahead and say it love. Herm. And yes he feels very deeply for you." Coyote stated.
"But, Isn't he your mate? I can feel that too?"
"Well... sorta. What we have is special. I don't place any collar on him other than the one of his heart but he put that there and handed me the leash. He has more love in him than I ever deserve and I want him to share. To touch and teach others how to unconditionally except those around them." Coyote said stepping up to me and hugging me trapping both my and Karen's arms against her chest as she kissed me.
After almost a full minute she broke the kiss and looked up at Karen. Coyote's eyes seemed to sparkle as if captured by the Courgeress's very soul, they stared at each other for several minutes.
"Come here and do it, you want to so bad. Come to me Karen. Allow yourself to do what your Heart desires"
As if captured in some spell shi leaned over pressing hir lips to coyote's. Their lips opened as I knew their tongues were caressing and dancing together.
Again a feeling of peace and love washed over me. I realized this was more than just my feelings but were being projected by Karen. It was a combination of all three of us and I knew Coyote could feel it as well.
As my senses began to refocus I realized the kiss had ended and yet I was still embraced between the two ladies. It was Karen who first spoke as Coyote was still under the spell of the kiss, standing there with her eyes closed and her tongue hanging slightly out.
"Ammm, we should get back inside. It's getting a little chilly out here. Ok?"
" Mmm I'm not sure about the chilly part but that sleeper sounds like a great idea to me..." Coyote murred."
As the embrace broke Karen took one of my paws and Coyote with the other and led us back around to the passenger's side door. As I opened it Karen scampered in, barley using the steps before dissipating into my double sleeper. Coyote was next but I stopped her with a paw on her shoulder. She turned and looked at me with a very puzzled look.
"I'm not sure how far this is going but if you've spelled her just to have some fun...If this is not of her free choice, I'll not have any part of it Coyote!"
"Spell her? Puma, can't you feel it? She is the strongest empath I've ever encountered. When we kissed, shi read me. Shi read my soul all the way down to every last hair on my pelt! Shi knows everything about me, every emotion, every feeling I have. And I know what she wants, what she needs. No, I didn't spell her as you call it, if anything\_ **Shi** \_spelled me...."
"Hay you two! You coming? I'm getting lonely up here so get your tails in here before I have to come drag you both in here, kicking and screaming if necessary!" Karen was now looking out at us from the sleeper with it very apparent that both hir jacket and shirt were now missing.
Coyote and I looked at each other, slowly grinning before turning and nearly running over each other scrambling into the truck to join this alluring temptress.
Coyote made a grab at the crotch of my pants distracting me and causing me to stumble a bit. She then used this advantage to bound up over me into the cab. As I fallowed her in I was greeted by her jeans and shirt in my chest, and as I rounded the corner, her damp panties made a perfect ringer on the end of my muzzle. As I cleared my line of vision I saw that Karen sat on the end of my bunk wearing only simple white panties and a sports bra. Coyote, now naked as the day I first met her set tucked up under Karen's arm her tail wagging happily, both staring at me hungrily.
"Is, is anything, w,,,wrong?" I stammered feeling much less the predator and more the prey.
"Yes, you still have cloths on.. " Karen purred.
"I can fix that." Coyote said as she reached out snapping her fingers and pointing at the floor. My clothing first loosened then clung to me for a moment before falling off like laundry from a broken close line leaving me standing in nothing but my cap.
"Better?" Coyote asked still staring at me.
"Mmmm Much..." Karen answered licking hir lips.
I stood dazed only for a moment debating if I should try to cover up, instead opted to just turn off the bright overhead lighting leaving the softer more \_intimate\_light over the bunk.
I set down on my legs on the other side of Karen, trying to add a bit more height as shi was so much taller than I. She wrapped her arm around me drawing me closer. She looked at me with dreamy eye for several moments with intense longing before looking back at Coyote as if asking for silent permission. Coyote smiled broadened and while looking deep into hir eyes gave a nod of approval.
As Karen brought hir attention back to me, shi leaned down a bit as your lips meet for the first time. It only took a moment before I felt her tongue teasing my lips as if seeking a way in. I parted mine allowing her passage as she licked over my teeth. I opened wider and she rushed in finding my tongue as they twisted and danced together.
Then it came... At first as a little nudge, like something small checking to see if it was safe and welcome. It grew a little as I mentally embraced it. It was probing yet gentle as if still cautious and ready to flee at the first sign of displeasure. I opened myself to it fully and it came rushing in. It washed over me like warm water. It looked into every hope and fear in me. It felt my love, my hate my pain and my pleasure. This was not just a taking of my emotions but also a feeding. I could feel her as well. I felt hir want for love, hir need for closeness and desire for acceptance. Yes she knew me now and I now knew hir, and I was damn well doing to give her everything I had.
As the kiss broke Shi was left panting for breath but I was unwilling to stop. I kissed down hir chin and neck leaving small wet spots everywhere I stopped and nibbled. Karen moaned softly as I ran my paws down her back stopping at the bra strap. There I felt Coyot's paw just starting to curl under, I joined her in her effort to rid this beautiful creature of the restrictive garment. We paused only long enough to rise hir arms and bra over her head and off her arms before she even had a chance to protest, although she was much too far enticed to even care.
I resumed my voyage leaving a trail of little wet kisses. As I worked myself lower over her chest I could feel coyote was doing much the same. I cupped her soft but firm breast in my paw as I gently pinched and rolled her pert nipple in between my fingers extracting a low moan. I took a moment to reposition then used both paws to cup and admire hir beautiful breast. The dusty rose colored areola was not too large just slightly larger than a quarter but the nipple stood erect and pebbled. I leaned in and drew my tongue over the sensitive nib making sure the avoid the rough center, exciting hir without discomfort. She shuddered and moaned as I captured it in my lips and started to suckle. I felt Coyotes cheek brush mine knowing she was treating the other breast to the same pleasure. Karen's paws had not remained idol as she was now running her fingers through our hair and pressing us gently into her breasts. I too was not content to just nurse from her as I slipped my paw between her legs and teased the fur high on the inside of her thigh. Karen's moans and purr was growing steadily louder.
Several moments had passed before I broke my suction and got up to repositioned myself kneeling before hir. As I reached up her legs and hooked the edge of her now very wet panties Coyote stopped and was now watching what I was doing. Karen looked at me for a moment and with a soft smile lifted her weight so that I may remove them. I pulled them slowly down her legs, once free taking them gently to my nose to inhale her scent deep into my lungs.
"You need more Puma? As if this room isn't situated enough with our heat?" questioned Coyote with a soft smerk.
"The scent of a lady is to be savored my M'Love. You should know as many times as I have woken you with my nose refreshing my memory in the mornings."
"Honey, Most of those mornings,,, It was more than just your nose ." Coyote murred lustfully.
"I think it's sexy and hot, myself" Karen giggled.
"You wait tell morning lady, it's more than hot, It's mind blowing..."
I didn't say another thing but only leaned in and kissed the courgerss's knees then looked up into hir lust laden eyes. Shi opened her legs a bit as I placed my paws on her knees and place two kisses on the inside of her lower thighs. With each kiss and nip I spread her legs just a bit wider.
As I reached my goal with the last two kisses I backed away to admire the treasure that lay only inches away. Hir petals swelled, opening for me like a red rose to the morning sun, hir clitoris peeking from under it hood as hir juices dripped like the morning dew. I leaned forward and drew my tongue over hir sensitive lips savoring hir taste like a fine wine. Shi gasped, shuddered, and moaned very loudly.
I was lapping at hir. Driving my tongue ever deeper into hir each time. I curled my tongue up and probed the top of hir vagina looking for that one special spot. I found it, a little pocket of nerves gathered in a spongy place just a little ways in. my reward was a flood of hir delicious sweet nectar. " OH GODS! THAT'S SOOO GOOD!" She screamed as hir whole body shuddered.
I felt Coyotes paw on the back of my head as she leaned down to my ear and whispered, " It's time to take this to the next step Love. I know this won't be your cup of tea but I want you to go with this. I need you to find her clit and suck it. Suck it no matter what it does. Just remember she is female and male. I need you to do this, she needs you to do it. Please..."
I didn't answer but wondered what Coyote had in mind but suckling hir little nub didn't bother me in the least. I found it peaking from under it's hiding place. I nuzzled it taking it in my lips and flicked it with my tongue getting another loud moan from hir.
As I suckled it slowly increasing pressure it swelled with more and more blood.
"Ok Love, I'm going to turn your clocks forward a bit. Don't worry, I'll turn them back after we're done if you want. I may just teach you how to do it, that way you can be who you want, when you want..."
All I heard was a soft moan from Karan. I first noticed hir clit squirmed a bit in my lips then grew a bit more. I glanced up at Coyote who was rubbing Karen's tummy with both paws. She rubbed down lower brushing my nose. It felt like static building on her paws every time she got close.. The clit grew another inch or two. It had to be almost 5 or sex inches when I looked up at Coyote with a worried expression.
"It's ok big Kitty, you're doing great. You know I won't let anything bad happen to you so keep going, don't quit on me. Please.. Ok?" Coyote looked at me with a sweet pleading expression.
What could I do? I was committed. I just blinked at her and bobbed my head and increasing the suction in the clit.
I should have been gagging as the thing was well into the back of my muzzle, the only way I was getting any air was when I pilled back. Coyote had placed her paw on the back of my head and was cooing in my ear to calm me. I was trying to do what she wanted but it was getting increasingly hard to take the full length.
"Take a deep breath and swallow hard Puma.. here comes the last bit.." Coyote warned as I took a quick and deep breath. As I started to swallow she pressed hard on my head. It drove my nose into Karen's tummy and hir clit deep into my throat. It sprung at least another three inches completely blocking my airway. I wasn't gagging or feeling lack of air but the barbs were very very uncomfortable.. Wait, barbs?? BARBS! This wasn't a clit, it was a COCK!! A CAT"S COCK! I stared to struggle but it was much too late. The barbs latched into my throat and locked us together. I started to struggle more but stopped when I felt teeth, canine teeth gripping the back of my neck. Instinct kept me frozen as the teeth keep me from fighting anymore.. Several long moments ticked by as the thick long cock throbbed. I never did feel strangled; I guess Coyote was doing something feeding me air perhaps, keeping me from passing out. Soon the barbs softened and Coyote slowly pulled me off of it. Once she released me I sat down and stared at her. I couldn't believe it. My Coyote had forced me to do something I didn't want to do. True to her word she didn't let anything happen to me, as a matter of fact I didn't even feel so much as a sore throat despite knowing I had tried to pull from the barbed cock and it had cut into me. But still, I was... raped!
Coyote stared at me with a saddened and apologetic look on her face.. She glanced down a moment and returned her eyes to me. I fallowed her gaze, there between Karen's spread legs was the monster that had just moments ago been down my throat. It was ... huge. At least 9 inches long with a girth of what must have been 3 inches. It stood pulsing and steel hard as a steady stream of pree emerged from the tip and ran down it's length. Just below where the \_scrotum\_would have been on an ordinary male was perfect pussy. Deep red and glistening with juices.
It lay open and inviting, begging me to come to it. I looked back at Coyote, I now understood why she had done what she had. She needed me to stimulate the male in hir to guide hir body toward its male half as she worked the catalyst of time to make the change possible. If I had known before hand I may have not have participated. It may not have been what I wanted to do, but it was necessary.
"...sorry..." Coyote whimpered.
"You owe me..." I softly growled.
"A debit I will pay a thousand times over... Please just forgive me?" She said with a pouty face she knew would melt my heart.
"You , at my side, not poofing out for years at a time.. We'll discuss how many decades later..."
"Sounds like a deal... M'Lord" A sly sexy smile crossing her muzzle. The type that made me think I may have just made a deal I might regret..
"...oh gods.. I... I n...need to cum... Please, let me cum..." I lustful moan came from the creature laying in sexual torment.
"Come Love, We can't leave her like this.." Coyote looked back at me hopefully.
"No.... We can't..." I said as I crawled back up between her legs and gently sniffed her feminine folds. I tentatively licked up her wetness to find her ever a even sweeter taste. Perhaps a mixture of hir nectar and pree, it was intoxicating. I drove into her lapping her deeply . I glanced up at Coyote as she busied herself with the new cock that had been created just moments ago.
"Aaaaa! I need more! Please! I need it!!" Karen pleaded.
Coyote looked down ar me as I looked back up into her eyes. She smiles and winked at me and dropped her muzzles down to the base of the hard shaft. Pressing her tongue to the top side and waited. I knew what she had in mind. Well, what could it hurt, not that I hadn't been there just moments before. This was a female and a male, a person. More over this was Karen, someone I valued and desired. This was my friend. I started low, on the perineum and with slow deliverance dragging my tongue up over her feminine lips and continued up. As I reached hir shaft and curled my tongue around the underside to meet Coyote's we traveled up slowly sandwiching hir between us as we savored each other, completing the union of mind and soul of this wonderful creature and us.
We paused only for a moment to reposition. I placed the tip of my cock to Hir dripping feminine folds as Coyote still facing me straddled Karen taking the tip of her shaft into hers. As she slowly sank on the shaft I pressed myself in, Our courgeress trembled and moaned in\_ecstasy. As we meet, crotch to crotch, wetness to wetness, the union between us both in body had mind became one. I pulled back as Coyote did the same, as if on cue we drive ourselves back crashing into each other, Karen arching her back to meet us. WE pounded at each other for what seemed like hours. I was fighting to maintain control of myself but was quickly losing the battle to my lust and animal instinct. We were all close, so close. I felt Karen tense as did Coyote, it hit like fireworks. Karen griped me like a vice as Coyote her tongue hanging out to one side threw her head back and howled. My cock exploded filling Karen's womb with my hot life giving seed as my testacies drew up forcing everything they had into this orgasm. I threw my head back as my voice joined the others in our primal song..\_
*We had gone several rounds, each sharing each other until we latterly could not move any longer.. Something woke me. Perhaps a movement, or the lack of a presence. I opened my eyes to look into the peaceful slumbering face of our courgress. But when I lifted my head Coyote was missing from her other side. A quick glance around and I found her setting on the end of the bunk seemingly deep in thought. I swung my legs over and came up to set next to her.*
*"What's wrong Love?"*
*"Nothing, just thinking..." Coyote said in a whisper as to not disturb Karen.*
*"About?"*
*"You remember when you once asked if I had ever given birth to a cub?"*
*"Yes, several times as a matter of fact. Each time you avoided the answer."*
*"Well,,, the answer is no... I never have."*
*"Oh? With everything you have to do I can see there might not be time..."*
*"Time? Oh come on... I can live a thousand years in a day or make a day last a thousand years. Time is no excuse."She said toying with some cum oozing from her well used pussy.*
*"What would you say if I decided to have one? A cub that is..." She said as I reached in and with two fingers scooped some of the cum from her folds.*
*"Who would be the father?" I asked as I took a gentle sniff and lick at our combined juices. Between Karen and I she must have been filled to the bursting point with our seed.*
*Coyote took my paw and before taking my fingers into her muzzle to suckle what remained, looked me in the eyes and asked, "Would it matter?"*
*I looked at her for a moment, then over my shoulder at the courgeress sleeping with a soft smile. Looking back at my Coyote, pulling my fingers from her muzzle and pulling her even closer. Just before our lips meet, I whispered, "Not to me my mate, not to me..."* | FSE |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, bodysuit, floating, helium, huge
Text: I needed the money.
Normally I wouldn't work for an advertising company, but there were two things about the listing that caught my eye: The first was the lack of any prior work history in the field - "absolutely no experience required," that was the wording. The second was performance-based pay, which is normally a turn-off, but the amount they were proposing was an extraordinary sum. So I went in for an interview to see what the job was.
The company was hired to promote Duratex, a producer of so-called "miracle materials." Duratex wanted to show off the durability and elasticity one of their products, so they proposed the creation of a balloon made of it. The advertisers shot this down, saying that a mere balloon wouldn't gain enough interest. They needed something unique that hadn't been done before, but more than that, the advertising needed a human element. After they told me this, I asked what the "human element" they had in mind was. Their reply?
"We want to make you the balloon."
Now you're probably thinking that this is absurd, and you're absolutely right. I balked at the idea, but the interviewer said that the performance-based pay was based on the size of the advertisement, which was to say, me. The larger I got, the bigger the pay.
So now I'm standing nervously in an old airfield outside of town in a skin-tight bodysuit with the Duratex logo across my stomach and a hose firmly wedged in my backside, trailing off to a massive tanker truck. It's not the strangest thing I've had up my butt, and like I said, I needed the money.
...that doesn't really sound any better even with context, does it?
The company had graciously provided me with a headset to communicate with the ground crew, and through the earpiece I heard someone say, "ready when you are."
"Go for it," I replied. Soon after I heard a hissing and felt the rush of gas enter me, cold but warming quickly in my body. Remarkably, inexplicably, I began to swell all over, hips widening, belly and breasts bulging, arms and legs thickening. Both the fabric and my skin stretched as I grew, my torso first becoming rotund, then round, taking up more and more of my shape. My limbs raised up and spread apart, pulled into me as they were reduced to wide, round bumps. Within seconds I had gone from normal to a helium-filled ball with two high domes on front, stretching further as I grew until finally the flow of gas stopped, and I began to lift upward, tethered to the ground by a cord around my ankle.
It was remarkable. There was a feeling of fullness and tension all throughout me, and despite that, a sense of weightlessness. I was concerned about the loss of mobility at first, but after a while it started feeling kind of nice being able to relax.
"You doin' okay?" the crew member asked.
I waved my hands and feet, feeling a little disoriented as they brushed against my arms and legs. Looking out over the curve of my front I tried to judge my size based on the length of the rope and how high I was, figuring I had to have been around ten feet or so. "Yeah, I'm fine." "Fine" was a bit of an understatement, though.
"We can go bigger if you feel up to it."
Bigger. The word stuck in my mind like a splinter. As far as demonstrations for products went I proved a point, with the material stretching several times what you'd expect, and me with it. You could have put me out in front of a store and drawn plenty of attention, but at the same time I felt... well. I was certainly large, but I wasn't -large-, if you understand my meaning. Plus I needed the money.
"I'd l-" I cut myself short, realizing I was about to say "I'd love that." Which wasn't a lie, but I didn't want them to know it. After a second to choose the right words I said, "I can go bigger," hoping I didn't sound too enthusiastic.
"Roger that."
With that the gas began again, and I could hear a low, sibilant hiss coming from inside of me. My body couldn't get rounder, so it just got larger, but as it did it started to feel different. It was like stretching when you get up, that sense of stiffness being worked out, only never going away and happening on its own without you having to move. I watched my chest spread out in front of me as the ground grew more distant, obscured by -me- as I grew larger. The suit stretched along with me, though as it did there was an -interesting- amount of friction which made my experience more enjoyable, enough so that I was forced to stifle my breathing lest the crew catch on. To be honest, I almost didn't need it; the thought of how full and large I was becoming was intoxicating in itself, and I had lost track of time when the ground crew radioed in again.
"You're a good size," he said. I was glad he noticed. "We could probably put you on show in a hot air balloon festival."
"Turn it up," I said, almost without thinking.
"Wha?"
"The bigger I get the bigger the pay, right? I want that entire tanker truck in me." In reality it was just an excuse; I needed the money, but I -wanted- the gas, and as it rushed into me full force I got it. My body heaved outward and my mind went fuzzy as every inch of my skin was bombarded with stimulation from outside, across, and beneath it all at once. My body creaked and squeaked deeply, a testament to how large and how fast I was growing. I had since lost sight of the ground, but above me I could see the clouds rapidly approaching. Despite the massive, growing volume inside of me I began panting, no longer caring about what others might think. All I wanted was more, rounder, -bigger-.
Suddenly I felt the tension around my ankle give, somewhere far below, and there was a burst of garbled, panicked shouting coming from my headset. The cord had broken, and as I felt the end of the hose tug me downward I realized that it was the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. Then that, too, slipped free, a token puff of gas escaping before I drifted up into the misty clouds, the largest balloon anyone had ever seen.
I was almost sad, in a way, that I couldn't keep growing. Though a moment later I began creaking again, and as my hands, feet, and head began to sink into my body I remembered that air pressure was lower the higher you went, and that had dramatic consequences for balloons... That was several hours ago, and probably several hundred yards smaller, if not more. I can't really see where I am, but judging from how quiet it is I might be in low orbit. I guess breathing isn't a problem because the gas was partially oxygenated, and the sun's been keeping me warm, not to mention heating the gas up in me and causing me to swell even further. Despite this I can feel myself very gradually deflating.
Every so often I can feel something small bump into me, sending vibrations through my body along with the sound of crunching metal; I must be running into satellites. The headset is mostly static, but sometimes I can hear bits of what people are saying, and I guess I'm big enough that people on Earth can see the Duratex logo from space.
I'm not sure when or where I'm going to land. All I know is that the first thing I'm going to do when I cash that check from the advertising agency is to buy a tanker truck full of gas and another one of these suits.
| bodyinflation |
Deciding to go to the gym was either the best idea she ever had or the worst one that her head had ever come up with. There was a certain amount of satisfaction that came with knowing that she was finally taking matters into her own hands and doing something about that scrawny beanpole she called a body, but suddenly immersing herself in a world almost entirely populated by muscular hunks that looked at her as if she was some sort of circus freak was… probably not the wisest move. Iris had convinced herself that she’d be able to look all those people in the eye and confidently tell them that she herself was only a few months of hard work and dedication away from being just like them, but emerging onto the main room and having everyone stare her down with barely concealed smirks made her self-esteem plummet faster than her BMI whenever she wasn’t actively trying to get fat… and failing at it terribly.
The first couple of weeks were spent under constant stress, with the other gym-goers doing their best to let the chameleon know that, while she was welcome to use the facilities, she would never be accepted by the rest of them in the sorry state her body was in; and while this caused no end of anxiety for the tiny lizard, she at least took some solace in knowing that, when it came to it, she’d have the ability to turn them down. Why would she ever hang out with people who treated her like crap just because she wasn’t taking shortcuts so she could flex her biceps and pretend to be a big, bad fighter who could take on all comers? Most of those idiots wouldn’t stand up to someone wielding a shoe as a weapon, much less any real threat; and this served as a sort of inspiration for her, oddly enough, the knowledge that, eventually, she would be big enough to be accepted and would have the opportunity to turn people down and assert her own superiority… she just wished it didn’t take so long.
As the two week mark passed and the chameleon entered the second half of the month, Iris began to notice something was definitely different about her. Not only was she waking up with a lot more energy than usual, courtesy of finally getting into the rhythm of regular physical exercise such that her muscles weren’t constantly crying in pain, but she felt more… powerful. Moving around became easier, stairs ceased to be a problem, lifting heavy boxes or the couch whenever she cleaned out her house was no longer a potentially dangerous chore. And while she took a while before noticing it, her clothes were definitely beginning to feel a lot tighter all over, enough that, on a couple of occasions, a particularly hard task at work would cause her to rip parts of them by the seams; that her coworkers also complimented her on how amazing she looked certainly helped, but ultimately it came down to one fateful occasion, one morning before work, for things to truly begin to change.
Iris got up from bed and practically crawled over to the bathroom, scratching herself through her pajamas and finding them to be unnaturally tight and stretched-out. It was only after accidentally dropping her toothbrush on the ground that the lizard noticed something was very right about that, since the moment she bent down to grab it, the shirt she was wearing was completely torn apart down the middle of her back, ending up in tatters hanging from her arms. Iris took a few moments to process what she was seeing, and even then wondered if it wasn’t just a particularly vivid dream she was having; it wasn’t until she brought a hand over to her back and noticed how much tight, well-defined musculature was clearly there that her face began to grow red, only worsened once she turned her head towards the mirror and got a good look at herself.
She was ripped, well and properly muscular, the kind of body she once openly fantasized about and kept plenty of records of in her personal computer. It struck her as odd that she was only just noticing it, but perhaps it was simply her brain filtering out the gradual change until something snapped it out of its funk; ripping apart her pajamas from how wide her shoulders and back had become seemed like a good candidate for that, and the more she admired herself, the more the chameleon came to understand that it was a miracle her clothes hadn’t burst out sooner. She was unable to resist the urge to flex her arms, biting her lips once she saw the amount of bulging veins on her biceps and just how hunky her new form was; it seemed almost like a dream, and if it weren’t for the flood of endorphins making her far happier than she’d ever been, Iris would’ve probably been able to put two and two together and realize something definitely was off about the whole thing. But, being the happy camper she was that morning, the lizard put on her loosest shirt and went to work, content in the knowledge that the day after, she’d be having a lot of fun flaunting her stuff to the other gym-goers.
Her shift, however, had different ideas, and not necessarily good ones. Only after trying to get her uniform on did Iris notice that it no longer fit, and no matter how hard she tried to pull it down over herself, it barely got halfway down her torso before it threatened to tear itself apart from the strain; if she didn’t know better, the chameleon would’ve sworn that her bust had grown as well, because at no point in her life did she remember looking down and actually seeing any appreciable curve to her breasts. Slightly panicked, Iris called for her manager and asked what she was supposed to do, only to receive a blank, confused stare when the older woman looked around the changing room, trying to find where her coworker had hidden the candid camera.
“What you… always do?” she ended up saying, appearing extremely confused, “You know the customers love staring at your abs, darling, why do you think we let you walk around like that?”
And with this entirely inappropriate comment, she turned around and walked away, leaving a very befuddled Iris to look down at herself and wonder if she wasn’t the one being pranked. Was this all just one long, confusing practical joke at her expense, meant to celebrate her accomplishments in bodybuilding? If so, then it was a… very odd one, considering their usual clientele; the food service industry wasn’t exactly that forgiving, or even remotely pleasant, and all it took was one person having a bad day and they’d be getting all sorts of complaints about uniform violations and indecent behaviour, neither of which were topics management even remotely appreciated having to deal with. Bereft of any other choice though, Iris sucked it up, put her cap on and walked out towards the counter, hoping the line of customers was feeling merciful that day.
And it was. More than merciful, in fact, downright deferential and uncharacteristically polite, not just to her but to everyone else. No one came back demanding for a refund over some asinine reason, not a single person asked to speak with her manager and, perhaps most surprisingly, there were no messes to clean up later; in fact, everyone that day walked up to leave their tray where it was supposed to go, many looking directly at her and offering a smile before dumping things into the rubbish bin, with Iris growing increasingly blushier as the day went on. It took several hours before she brought this up with her friends, at which point it was obvious they were in on the prank as well, when they pointed out that what happened was perfectly normal and people had “far too much respect” for Iris to make a mess of the establishment. That they maintained their fake expressions of confusion once the chameleon started laughing was commendable, but the not-so-small lizard was certain the charade would break by the end of the day.
But it didn’t. In fact, things proceeded like they usually did, with clean-up schedules and shift changes going about as usual without any attention being drawn to Iris’ accomplishments and new body. If anything, she was being given the “hardest” tasks precisely because she had the strength to carry them out with the least amount of hassle, a fact she should be slightly bitter about, but seeing as it gave her a chance to flaunt herself… well, it was a hard proposition to say no to. This did, however, allow her to understand that something was absolutely wrong with her body, or right depending on how she looked at it.
Her uniform had been tight all day, and like her manager said at the start of the shift, the exposed abs attracted such a great deal of attention that Iris often felt like reminding people that her eyes were up above… if she wasn’t secretly enjoying every moment of the unfettered oggling. Nonetheless, the undersized pieces of clothing still clung onto her to the best of their ability, and to their credit, didn’t tear or rip at any point. Once she was told to clean up the outside bins, however, things began to change; after opening the panels and dragging one of the containers out, Iris noticed it was trailing a significant amount of ketchup sauce, then sighed to herself as she realized someone had, once again, somehow managed to smear a packet of the stuff on the underside. While normally this would mean dragging the damned thing back inside and tipping it over by the kitchen to give it a good rinse, the chameleon figured she could now just raise it in the air to inspect how bad it was; it’s just that, once she did so, the air was filled with the sounds of cloth tearing itself apart, quickly followed by the arms on her shirt practically shattering all the way to her shoulders.
Instinctually, Iris dropped the bin and took several steps back, head wildly swinging in every direction it could to make sure no one saw anything. It was the middle of the afternoon, right after lunch rush, so thankfully the only people left were either inside chatting over their cold meals or heading to the parking lot to go back home. This gave her some time to inspect the damage, and what she saw made her have to stifle a yelp, because it absolutely wasn’t normal.
Her arms were thicker. Noticeably so, enough that she didn’t even need to flex for her vascularity to become evident. Looking down at them, they looked so much stronger than they had that morning that the idea that all of that day had been a dream resurfaced in her mind, before she shook it off as patently impossible; no, her musculature had just jumped up a couple of steps and left her with a pair of arms that were officially too big for her work uniform… and given that much, it wasn’t all that surprising when she looked beyond them and noticed that the rest of her shirt was pretty much in tatters too.
Her breasts, too, were larger. Not just by a single cup size, oh no, those things were very much plumper and rounder than before, enough to fill up her palm when they were barely enough to justify an A-cup bra just a few days earlier. As a result, not only did most of the buttons tear off, but the cloth itself had been ripped into several threads that pressed heavily into her bosom’s soft flesh, the rest of it bulging out through the holes in what could only be described as both a gigantic wardrobe malfunction and a severe violation of dress code. There was no way she wasn’t going to be in trouble after this, so there was no point in delaying it; Iris went straight back inside without even the flimsiest of excuses as to what happened.
Expecting a dressing down and an official warning to get her shit together, the chameleon instead got the same expression of genuine confusion over the “problem” she was reporting; as far as the manager on call cared, Iris had always looked like that, and the “issue” with her uniform was simply a result of corporate not caring enough to send clothing that actually fit her. It had been a struggle to get people to accept such a hunky lizard as herself initially, but over the months she’d been working there, the customers had grown to “appreciate her magnificence”; their words, not Iris’.
This left the chameleon feeling so utterly lost that she could do nothing but nod politely, accept it and move on, only really giving it thought a couple of hours later once her shift was over and she was ready to go back home. How exactly did everyone fail to notice that her tits had jumped up several cup sizes and her upper body had bulked up so much that the uniform that just barely fit her earlier that morning was now reduced to shreds? And if they did notice it, why was no one saying anything? Why did everyone, her coworkers of equal rank included, act as if this was just a perfectly normal, everyday occurrence?
And why was that so unbelievably arousing?
These were all questions that swam around inside of her head for the rest of the day, and hounded her all throughout the night and on the way to the gym the next day. If nothing else, Iris figured that a good day spent working out would at least let her clear her head enough to get some answers, even if they were ultimately unsatisfactory; nothing that could ever remotely explain what happened would be good, especially not if the sudden growth was something she had no control over. So absorbed was the chameleon in this line of thought that she didn’t even notice that her sports top just didn’t fit on her, barely even covering the top half of her breasts; this didn’t strike her as altogether odd, and given that no one reacted with shock and horror, it took until she was literally in the middle of the gym itself for her brain to turn back on and let her know what she had just done.
By that point, it was far too late… or would be, if not for everyone around her treating it, once again, as the most normal thing in the world. Iris was about to bring both of her hands to cover her bust when one of the other regulars, a buff canid whose name she never remembered, told her not to worry about it because they already told the new customers about her. His words were entirely genuine, as was his tone, leaving Iris to fumble around trying to understand just what in blazes was going on that all the people around her seemed perfectly fine with them going around practically naked; she was almost certain it was against the establishment’s rules!
And yet, no matter how much attention she tried to draw to herself, no one seemed willing to call her out on it; as far as they cared, it was perfectly natural for her to go topless, and in fact the odd thing about her arrangement was precisely the fact that she had tried to wear anything at all. Normally, as one of the beefiest crocodiles told her, she just opted to show up wearing nothing but some tight shorts, and often skipped the changing room altogether; this was entirely false and Iris knew it, and yet not only was it said with utmost honesty, it garnered a few looks of approval and nods from those around the young man, along with one of the personal trainers sincerely asking her if she was fine and needed some water. A few of the other gym-goers seemed confused for a few moments, but eventually decided that their time was better spent not lifting weights and instead trying to assist someone who was clearly in need; someone as powerful as Iris was clearly not meant to almost faint like that, drawing plenty of concerned stares from everyone present, even if a few opted to go back to their preferred equipment.
Seeing as any of the largest hunks there were several times heavier than the rubbish bin back at the fast food joint, it was only natural that the same transformative process triggered the moment she tried to find some room to breathe; what began as a simple push quickly turned into her physically picking two bodybuilders up with one hand each, about as effortlessly as one might grab an empty plastic bag. Iris wasn’t even aware that she had done so until the crowd erupted into cheers, and even then took a few moments to realize what exactly happened before gingerly placing both men on the ground; they were left in a daze, their eyes unfocused for a few seconds before collapsing onto the floor, caught at the last moment by a group of admirers that somehow seemed larger than it had been moments before.
The chameleon didn’t have to look at herself to know that her body had begun to change; the creaking of muscles, the groaning of some sort of leathery substance all around her, and the mounting weight on her chest all combined to let her know her form was expanding outwards at a dangerous rate, enough that, by the time it was done, the only piece of clothing left on her, those poor shorts she had trouble putting on, were already beginning to rip. A quick inspection revealed that not only had her breasts ballooned outwards to cover a good half of her torso or so, but her arms had reached a point where moving them around became… inconvenient. With a set of biceps so swollen and hardened as those, simply shifting them from side to side forced them to rub against her immensely broad torso, a sensation that not only did she not have any frame of reference for, but left her so pathetically aroused that her face was starting to glow an odd shade of yellow from the sudden blush.
At least her ass wasn’t being left behind; while not as overblown as her bust, her glutes were significantly… more than they had been, for a certain value of the word. Bringing her hands back to feel them up was at least easier than it had been for her front, not that she had any time to do so; the crowd gathered around her seemed eager to get their own grabby little paws on every inch of her body, forcing Iris to shout at them and demand they stand back or else. Though they all did so, it was clear from their expressions that they were still thinking about it; their eyes rested on every spot of her body that could even remotely elicit some form of sexual arousal, and yet… and yet they did nothing more. Sure, they ogled her unashamedly, but they did actually stand back and not take a single step forward.
Now, Iris had never known authority in her life. Keeping a fast food job while trying to get a degree meant that most of her existence revolved around following someone else’s instructions and trying to figure out the best way to reach the goals imposed upon her, so the idea that anyone might be taking orders from her was, frankly, more bizarre than anything else; why would any person decide to listen to whatever she had to say at that point in life? And yet, the more she looked at the people quite literally bowing to her, the more she recognized the look on their faces: it was the same one she saw on her coworkers whenever a manager caught them doing something they shouldn’t be and ordered them to fix it, or when one of her professors made it clear that whoever was speaking had no clue what they were talking about. It was the same sort of cowed submission that marked those encounters, except this time it was directed at her. She ordered them to stand back, she told them not to touch her… and they obeyed.
In any other circumstances, this confusing sequence of events would’ve left Iris feeling so scared and lost that the chameleon would most likely turn around and leave the building, never to return; and, to some degree, she still wanted to do that, still being the same easily-frazzled beanpole she had been before lifting her first weight. But there was something else to her now, something new and exciting, a new reality that came with the inexplicable growth bursts and unexplained worship; she didn’t like it.
She adored it.
It made no sense as far as she was aware of, seeing as no one seemed to react to her suddenly bulking up far faster than should be biologically possible, not to mention completely changing the way they acted around her without any prompting from either her or any outside force. What it looked like was the world being reprogrammed with every ounce of muscle mass added onto her frame, and as terrifying that sounded in theory, it was actually pretty awesome in practice; who wouldn’t want to follow their dreams and be given exactly what they wanted without any strings attached? Iris had started to hit the gym precisely so she could turn herself into the kind of hunky beauty she was now, so the fact that it happened was… good. It was good. It was what she wanted, right there at her fingertips and ready to be enjoyed to its fullest.
And it wasn’t done yet. She wasn’t done yet.
Looking around, it became clear that it wasn’t just the people that were changing to better fit their new amazon, but the gym itself; it had been redesigned in her colours, the roof slightly elevated to help deal with the fact Iris herself was about two feet taller than she had been initially, the doors widened so she wouldn’t have any trouble walking in. It was the stuff of fantasy really, and for a few brief moments the lizard wondered whether or not it was all just a very long-running dream from which she’d wake up any time now… but if that were true, then surely she should make the best of it while she could, no? That seemed perfectly reasonable to Iris, who beelined to the nearest weight bench and proceeded to stack as much metal on it as she could.
It was unreasonable to assume she’d be able to lift it, even with the kind of muscles she now sported; the poor bar was already bending from the amount of weight on either end of it, and Iris herself could barely fit underneath it given how gigantic her breasts were. But she did, with plenty of wiggling and some help by a few eager volunteers who slathered some oil onto her, and soon enough her hands were holding firmly onto the key to the next stage of her ascension, whatever it might be. She envisioned a future version of herself, one who carried so much bulging musculature around that it would be seen not as excessive, but as the goal towards which everyone should strive, her buttocks firm and yet just plump enough to sink her fingers into, a bust of proportions so outrageous that anyone, literally anyone would teeter on the edge of climax simply from looking at them and their proud owner. The chameleon held these thoughts in her mind for the full duration of her pushing the weights up, and then it all came true.
Though the gesture itself lasted only a few seconds, it seemed to stretch for hours from Iris’ perspective, who got to watch as all the effects compounded upon themselves and took hold of her body. Every inch that thing was lifted added what looked to be several pounds of mass not just on her arms and torso, but her whole body, with the bench quickly becoming insufficient to hold her entire frame once her legs outgrew its length all by themselves. Not that those pillars on either side of her head weren’t getting most of the juice; if her biceps were already gigantic before, now they bordered on the outright titanic, easily enough to be the main attraction whenever anyone looked at her, a simple flex away from filling eyes and ears given both how perfectly shiny and rippling they were, plus the loud, discordant groaning that started to sound more like wood creaking in the wind. This wouldn’t last long though; as much as those arms of hers were literally bulging out in front of her eyes, muscles building on themselves the more the weights were lifted in the air, it was her bust that would turn into the main eye-catcher; to call it anything less than colossal would be a disservice to their sheer size, and though they rapidly inflated to cover her entire torso and most of the top part of her legs, stopping only just below the knee, they seemed to weigh very little on an upper body that was so jam-packed with rock-hard muscle mass that it could probably stop a bullet at that point. And to cap it all off, Iris could feel her back arching slightly when her glutes decided to get in on the fun; though they weren’t as ridiculously overblown as her tits, they’d at least serve as a delicious side dish for anyone feasting upon the way she looked.
By the time the bar was at arm’s length and the rep was done, not only was the chameleon strong enough to literally snap the whole thing in half before throwing it several feet to the side, but the bench wasn’t even there anymore; it hadn’t been destroyed (even though her by-now ten-foot frame could very well have done so), nor had it somehow ended glued to her back, which had broadened to the point where it more resembled a solid green wall than it did anything organic. No, the tiny, insignificant thing had just… disappeared, along with most of the gym it seemed.
Looking down at the former establishment from her new vantage point was by itself the reward. Being so tall as to stand several feet above even the largest of her by-now-worshippers was already enough to inflate her ego to dangerous proportions, but doing so while carrying around a set of tits that large and a body so unbelievably colossal and glistening that it made her want to do something less than wholesome with both of her hands, made it all… sublime. Maybe that’s why the gym was gone, replaced with something that more resembled a small temple than it did any place where someone might go to exercise; the hunks were still there, even larger than before, seemingly having taken a few lessons from chameleon, but they were too busy kneeling before her to really do anything else. They begged for attention, hoping to receive even a moment of their goddess’ time, who by that point had transcended the need for mere physical exercise.
She didn’t know how she knew it, but she did, and while everyone else was content to act as if things were perfectly fine, Iris was still pleasantly surprised: she looked to her side, bringing one of her arms up to eye-level. She was stuck in a near-perpetual flex… but that wasn’t enough. With a grin, the chameleon deliberately tensed up, and the moment she did, Iris saw as her biceps began to grow all over again, the mere strain of forcing her body to do anything now a vector for her ascension.
She stopped. She anchored her feet on the ground. She brought both hands in front of her and clenched them tightly.
It was time to test her limits. | yiff-extreme |
Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Clean Popping
Text: The one thing Jimmy wanted more than anything else this Christmas was snow, it never snowed in Tinton, never had the local children been out building snowmen and never had the town had that picture postcard, Christmas morning look. On Christmas Eve, a dark cloud hung over the town and Jimmy stood at his window gazing forlornly in the hope of snow, he hoped if it snowed he could ring Juliet, from college and he would ask her out, and she would say yes and they would go out in the snow and it would be like a the scene from a Christmas card; he needed somewhere special he could ask Juliet to and Tinton didn't really offer much in that respect, a snowfall would be the perfect opportunity. So Jimmy wasn't particularly religious but he decided that this one time he would look for a little divine inspiration. He was about to get down on one knee and pray to God when the room was filled with a cold icy wind, Jimmy felt a chilling hand on his right shoulder and spun round with a shiver to see a tall figure behind him. It was a tall man with white icy hair; sharp, angular features and a bluish complexion, Jimmy watched open mouthed as the mysterious figure spoke.
'I don't know why you pray to him, he won't answer you'
Jimmy only stammered nervously unable to speak
'Where are my manners?' the man said holding out his hand for Jimmy, 'I'm Jack Frost, you may have heard of me before'
Jimmy tentatively reached out for Jack Frost's hand; as he made contact he felt an icy chill run through him. Jack shook his hand vigorously.
'Now the thing is' Jack said 'I'm the one who makes the snow happen, so if you ask the big guy upstairs all he'll do is ask me, you may as well just cut out the middle man and me yourself'
Jimmy released his grip on Jack's hand and stared awestruck at Jack's deep blue eyes, swirling with energy like a blizzard, before he managed to speak.
'So can you make it snow in Tinton tomorrow?' Jimmy asked
'Can I?' Jack replied, and then, with a sinister chuckle, 'of course I can, you'll get yours Jimmy, you'll get yours.'
Jack Frost disappeared right in front of Jimmy's eyes in a flurry of snow and ice and then, apart from a cold breeze coming in through the window which was mysteriously open. Jimmy felt a cold shiver as he wondered whether he had done the right thing.
Half an hour later, on Tinton high street Juliet, a pretty winter chick with fair skin, dark lustrous hair and a fashionable sheepskin winter wardrobe, was doing the last of her Christmas shopping. She had been out round a few shops looking for something for Jimmy, a boy from college who she had decided she would ask out. Jimmy was quite shy and hadn't asked Juliet so she had decided she would do it herself. She was carrying two bags full of shopping and was about to head home; as she walked down the middle of the street she failed to notice the tall figure standing on top of a building watching her as she walked through the strong wind.
Jack Frost watched Juliet for a while before he decided to fulfill Jimmy's wish, he raised his arms into the air to summon up a snow storm. He smirked as he used his powers to concentrate on where he wanted the blizzard to materialise, he pictured somewhere very important to Jimmy, and as the incantation reached it's climax, a swirling, frosty wind picked up around Jack, eddying and blowing his white hair around before suddenly dissipating in a flash of icy blue light. Jack smiled to himself, the stage was set, and he looked back down to Juliet, who hadn't noticed anything yet.
Juliet was nearing the end of the high street, when suddenly she felt a shiver deep inside, and what felt like trapped wind. She felt a swirling tickling feeling inside her which caused her to cough, and when she coughed she was surprised to see a small cloud of snow come from her mouth. Meanwhile, the feeling of wind began building up and for the first time she noticed her stomach was rather bloated. Confused, she stopped walking and stood looking down at her distended belly. As the chilly swirling feeling built up inside her she was surprised to see that her stomach was becoming even more swollen, bulging up underneath her thick fluffy top until she was the size of a nine months pregnant woman and her full tummy poked out from under her top up to the level of her belly button, pulling the material of the top tight around her. She knotted her eyebrows in puzzlement as she continued to blow up beyond even this size. Her ballooning midriff expanded to force down the tops of her trousers too, feeling tight between her legs. With a little gasp Juliet rubbed her right hand, still carrying her carrier bag, over her inflating abdomen, feeling her belt digging in as she puffed up above and below it. Her bulging stomach strained at the belt and as she tentatively rubbed her hands over it, with a clinking sound her belt burst open and her belly expanded into the new room with increased gusto, and a deep groan. Under Juliet's hands it felt exactly like an inflating balloon and she watched in utter horror as the round bulge of her blimping stomach wasn't the only thing inflating. She felt her trousers tighten behind her, and quickly grasped her behind with both hands to feel it too inflate like two balloons underneath her jeans. As she stood there she heard a grumble from inside her voluminous body as the wind rushed round inside her, blowing her up and causing her to fill out like a sail in a high wind. She felt the spinning of the wind starting to push against her and stumbled as it tried to spin her round. Juliet's belly still pumped up, containing the pressure and forcing her jeans to unzip with the top button bursting off and pinging off a bollard.
By this point the other shoppers had noticed Juliet's predicament and watched with a combination of confusion and shock as the swelling spread to Juliet's breasts which perked up beneath her jumper, the cold wind inside her caused her nipples to become erect enough to be visible between the thick outer garment and she could only watch, eyes wide and mouth agape as they both rose up to her chin, stretching her jumper between them in a tightly pulled band. Her midriff was still blowing outwards, in all directions now, so while her stomach remained ball shaped, the rest of her abdomen took on the shape of a doughnut widening around her. Juliet looked up from her expanding body and with her eyes as wide as dinner plates she made eye-contact with her horrified audience, with a look of sorrow at what was happening to her, and all the meanwhile her body beneath steadily increased in volume with a low whooshing, grumbling sound. Juliet swallowed as though something were caught in her throat and coughed out another small cloud of mist and snow. Juliet's body was becoming egg shaped, round and swollen like a balloon being blown up and stretching her clothes; her breasts were the size of large melons and pushing up against her chin, nipples sticking out like the knots at the end of two huge balloons beneath her straining jumper.
Her legs and arms, which up until this point had remained their normal size began to widen and push outwards as she bloated; she struggled to keep her arms down by her side but as they fattened they were pushed out at right angles. Juliet looked panicked to her left and right, watching her arms rising up against her will, as the rest of her body continued pumping up like a blimp. Her legs also plumped up like overinflated inner tubes making it difficult for her to stay standing. As she stood in the street, too pumped up to move properly, she felt the spinning feeling again and staggered a few steps to her right, turning slightly as the wind rushed around inside her. As Juliet's body continued to widen she staggered again to the left and coughed out some more mist. She managed to steady herself of sorts and stood still for a few seconds feeling her whole body bulging outwards, shivering through a combination of the cold wind inside her and fear at how fast she was inflating. As Juliet tottered uncertainly on her feet, blowing up like a parade balloon and starting to burst out of her clothes she and all the onlookers heard a strained creaking noise coming from her. Juliet closed her eyes tightly, trying to contain the pressure and coughed again, the creaking built to a crescendo as her tightly pumped body slowed down in its inflation, struggling to hold in the increasing surging violence of the wind inside her. She coughed again, one last time, casting a shower of snow out in front of her, and then
PHOOMPH!
Juliet exploded into a cloud of mist and snow which burst from her when she couldn't take any more. All the shoppers who had been stood around felt an icy, swirling gust of wind, and Juliet's sheepskin coat hat and shopping bags fell to the ground. Her jeans were ripped to shreds by the force of her explosion and tatters of them came down with the snow. The wind picked up around where she had stood, blowing snow over the street, and over the whole of Tinton. The shoppers stood, horrified as the snow fell from the sky and settled, blanketing everything. In the middle of the street stood Juliet's boots in a small pile of snow, her shopping bags laying either side, with her coat and scarf behind and her hat on top.
In neighbouring streets, unaware of the cause, people marveled as snow fell over Tinton for the first time in living memory, and back in Jimmy's room, he smiled as he looked out of the window at the snow falling down, rendering the rooftops a vivid white, and wondered when he should call Juliet.
| bodyinflation |
Title: RETURN PART V by Janus Oberoth
Tags: 101 Dalmatians, Blowjob, Canine, Cum, Deep Penetration, Equine, Fucking, Heat, Knot, M/M/F/F, Mating, Non-Anthro, Oral, Penny, Perdita, Pongo
The Dalmatian dog enters in the house and goes to the living room; she sees that Anita caresses to Perdita on her head, she wags her tail enjoying the caresses of her owner. Perdita opens her eyes and looks at Penny standing in the entrance of the living room.
Anita and Perdita see at Penny, Anita stops her caresses, Perdita get down of the coach just like Anita, she goes to the stairs. Perdita and Penny looks like the woman go up the stairs.
Perdita and Penny get close, they admire to each other in silence not knowing what to say.
"I did not want this to happen, do not blame to dad" Penny says looking at Perdita, she listen in silence.
"Hmm, that's true, I should be angry against you" Perdita says looking at Penny.
"I guess you know how I feel right now" Perdita says looking at her daughter, she nods shyly.
"I wanted to kill Ace and that other bitch" Penny says watching at her mother.
"But I know it's not your fault at all, I know how it feels to be cheated by a male, in your case were many" Perdita says watching to her daughter who looks her in silence.
"When you were little pup you were the favorite of your father, always you loved him a lot" Perdita says watching to Penny.
"It is always really admired him rather than Thunderbolt" Penny says looking with a soft smile at Perdita, Perdita also smiles slightly.
"That was always very clear, when you came back to the farm I realized that those feelings had become something more, it was not somewhat surprising because he is the only man who never disappointed you" Perdita says looking at Penny.
"If you saw it why you went away?" Penny asks looking at her mother.
"I did not want to see you again crying" Perdita says looking at Penny, she is surprised.
"That night when you cried in the barn, it broke my heart just like your father" Perdita says watching her daughter.
"I at different times during the trip I asked myself if your father had not fallen, when I arrived last night I could not resist" Perdita said looking at the young female.
"I know that he will make you very happy; I know it perfectly" Perdita says trying to smile, but only sighs with sadness.
"Look Penny, I only see three solutions to this" Perdita says looking at Penny.
"The first is kick out your father ass of the farm, the second is banish to you, that is the fairest one and the third is that I leave" Perdita says looking at Penny who is surprised by her mother's words.
"The third option is the best, for both and Pongo " Perdita says while she is flushing a tear.
"Mom that is not true... there is other option" Penny says looking at her mother who looks towards her.
"What I will say may looks like an insult ... so if you want slap me, I will not stop you" Penny says looking at Perdita.
"I never wanted to take away to dad, I thought that we could have him" Penny says when she closes her eyes and waits that her mother slaps her.
Penny wait a moment, but nothing happens she slowly opened her eyes to see Perdita; she is looking at her without moving.
"I also thought the same thing, but I thought that you would not like it" Perdita says looking at Penny.
"As I said before mom, it was not my intention take to dad for me... I just wanted to feel the same thing that you feel with him" Penny says looking at Perdita.
"That confirms to me that I was very lucky with your father" Perdita says looking at Penny, she nods.
"But it will be a little difficult when I get into heat in a week" Perdita says, she sees that Penny is smiling happy.
"It will be great, my time is the same" Penny says watching to Perdita, she is surprised.
"It will be wild" Perdita says watching to her daughter, she starts laughing like Perdita.
"I think we should talk to your father about our arrangement" Perdita says looking at Penny, she agrees with her.
Penny and Perdita leave the house, they walk together.
"Mom, what do you mean with other things that I could help?" Penny asks to Perdita, she smiles softly.
"I guess you should know, if we will live together" Perdita says while Penny is listening intently to her mother.
"You know that Captain is alone on the farm" Perdita says looking at the young female who nods slightly.
"I relieve his loneliness" Perdita said watching to her daughter, the Dalmatian dog sees that her daughter opens her mouth in surprise.
"Really... can you take his big penis?" Penny asks in amazement, she sees like her mother laughs mischievously.
"It's an amazing experience, it takes a little getting used to" Perdita says watching her daughter.
"Dad knows?" Penny asks looking at her mother.
"Yes, he is a regular viewer" Perdita responds watching to her daughter, she opens her mouth in surprise.
Both females walk around the farm looking for Pongo, they come to the barn and open the door carefully. Perdita and Penny see like Pongo sleeps on the bottom of the barn; Perdita looks at Penny a moment.
Perdita is the first to enter; Penny follows her to the bottom of the barn where they observe as Pongo sleeps.
"Your father has not been sleeping very well" Perdita says.
"How do you know?" Penny asks looking at Perdita.
"Well, if you look closely his ears show that he has been very worried" Perdita says watching her daughter who looks intently at her father.
Penny notices that his father's ears are directed backwards, and move in different directions at times.
"I did not notice that" Penny says looking at her mother.
"You will learn certain things about your father eventually, let's wake him" Perdita says looking at Penny who nods.
Both lower their heads and lick Pongo's cheeks tenderly, Pongo slowly opens his eyes and sees that Perdita and Penny look at him smiling softly.
"What ...?" Pongo asks yawning while he is watching to the females, they smile.
"Pongo, I was talking with Penny" Perdita says to Pongo, he gets up and sits in front of the dogs.
"To summarize, I think you'll be happy with two mates" Perdita says looking at Pongo, he is surprised; he looks at Penny who nods and smiles slightly.
"Between the two we will give you many puppies, dad" Penny says looking at Pongo, he is still surprised.
Pongo looks to Perdita, she nods and nuzzles affectionately to Pongo; he returns the loving gesture while Penny observes happy as his two parents show affection.
"It will be great, I cannot wait to tell it to Emerald" Penny says looking at her father.
"Telling it to Emerald?" Perdita asks to Penny.
"Well I think there was no time to say, Emerald is the daughter of Jack" Penny says looking at Perdita, she opens her mouth in surprise and looks at Pongo who nods and shrugs.
"I cannot believe that, it seems this place perverts to all" Perdita says watching Penny and Pongo, they start to laugh, Perdita also starts laughing.
In the afternoon Pongo again gives his usual walk outside the farm. Pongo sees as the leaves gently fly because of the wind. The Dalmatian dog thinks on the last lap he had given his life.
Pongo observes Jack's farm, the Dalmatian dog decides to visit his friend.
Pongo is heading towards the entrance to the farm of his friend; he entered the farm and stopped to see the puppies hanging from the neck of his father who playfully tries to take off his puppies.
"Well, it's time to a break" Jack says watching to his pups, they protest and down of their father's neck.
Jack smiles at his cubs, they go away in search of their mother, and he looks towards Pongo.
"Hello" Jack says approaching his friend who greets him.
Both dogs leave the farm and start walking while they are talking.
"I see you're alive and that his secret has not been discovered yet" Jack says watching to Pongo who laughs when he heard his friend.
"The secret did last a minute, Perdita discovered me and Penny in the act" Pongo says looking at Jack, he is surprised.
"Perdita slaps very hard" Pongo says while he is rubbing his cheek and sees his friend, he smiles at while his friend does the same.
"Things seemed to be bad, but Penny and Perdita conversed ... well now I have two mates" Pongo says watching to Jack; the Dalmatian dog sees that his friend opens his mouth in surprise.
"Two beautiful mates, lucky dog" Jack says looking at Pongo.
"Yes, and I will be even more when the two are in heat in a week" Pongo says feeling happy at the thought of the new puppies that will grow on the farm.
"Hmmm ... you know that's too strenuous for a dog, as your friend, I'm willing to help you" Jack says looking at Pongo.
"Help him to what?" asks a voice from the back of both dogs.
"Help him... to find some things lost" Jack says Esmeralda looking behind them.
"As I hear, you probably were thinking in Penny" Emerald said looking at Jack who looks down while Pongo laughs internally when his friend was in trouble with Emerald.
"I watched as you ate her with your eyes when you met Penny" Emerald said watching her father who is embarrassed.
"I'm happy for Penny, she finally has what she wanted" Emerald says watching to Pongo, he nods and smiles slightly.
A week and a half later, Pongo wakes up in the barn, he yawns while he gets used to the light.
Pongo closes his eyes again with the intention of sleeping but a scent immediately captures the attention of Pongo.
Immediately the Dalmatian dog gets up, he sniffs the air feeling very restless. Pongo takes a deep breath and closes his eyes as he feels the tip of his penis leaves his sheath.
Pongo walks quickly toward the barn door while his penis grows; Pongo gets out the barn feeling his erection hangs below his belly. Pongo gasps and whimpers while the sweet aroma fills his nose.
Pongo does not pay attention when he passes in front of the cows on the farm, he did not see the look of surprise on both cows. They see like Pongo's penis is swinging in the air when the dog walks.
The sweet aroma leads Pongo to the stable, Pongo enters the barn. Pongo sees that Penny and Perdita are below the belly of Captain.
The horse whinnies of pleasure feeling like both bitches are licking his penis with care.
"Mom, look who's here" Penny says as she looks at her mother licking one of the great balls of Captain.
"Pongo you are awake" Perdita said looking at her mate who is standing in the doorway of the stable.
Pongo walks into the stable; he sees like his daughter licks Captain's testicle while Perdita is licking and biting the equine erection.
"Captain, you are taking something of mine" Pongo says looking at the horse, he whinnies of pleasure to feel that Perdita licks the tip of his penis.
"No offense friend, I cannot impregnate them ... although a couple of foals with these two females will not displease me" Captain says feeling the tongues of the two bitches on his dick.
"My mates give attention to another and not me" Pongo says looking at Penny and Perdita.
"Penny; why you do not take care of your father while I am with Captain?" Perdita asks looking at her daughter; she nods and gives one last lick to the tip of the penis of the horse.
Pongo do not take his eyes from her daughter that moves towards to him. Pongo sees the slender body of his daughter who notices his father's gaze. Penny smiles as he approaches his father.
The young bitch passes near his father, he continues looking at her. He immediately places his nose under the tail of Penny. She stops and raises her tail for Pongo; the Dalmatian dog sees that his daughter's vagina is swollen and shiny.
Pongo sniffs that opening; he feels like the sweet and intoxicating scent fills his nostrils. Penny gives a squeal of delight as she felt the first lick of her father on her sensitive area; she feels like the tip of the tongue of her father part her swollen vagina lips.
The Dalmatian dog feels the delicious juices of her daughter, Penny whimpers of pleasure feeling his father's tongue stick in her vagina; she closes her eyes and enjoy the moment.
Pongo moves his tongue swirling it in the body of his daughter. Pongo feels like Penny's vaginal walls closes tightly around his tongue when she feels an orgasm.
Pongo licks the pink opening of his daughter enjoying her juices, Penny trembles with pleasure until Pongo stops. The Dalmatian dog quickly mounts to Penny and tries to penetrate her, but Penny does not permit it.
"Not yet Dad" Penny says turning around and looking at Pongo's eyes.
Pongo sees a spark of desire and lust in the eyes of his daughter that moves and positions in his right side; she shoves her head below the belly of Pongo. He moans with pleasure as his daughter wraps her lips around the tip of his penis.
Pongo moans of pleasure feeling his daughter starts sucking his cock, she enjoys the taste of the hard meat of her father. Penny continues her work while she is watching her mother, she has her tail raised and Captain has his head up to the crotch of the Dalmatian dog.
Penny sees her mother; she has her eyes closed as she moans of pleasure. The young dog can only imagine what it was to feel a big tongue touching her private parts.
Pongo feels that Penny moves her head as she sucks his cock, he feels like his daughter's tongue is moving on his penis. Penny feels the taste of precum jets falling on her tongue.
Pongo is moaning with pleasure while he is pushing his penis against her daughter's mouth.
The Dalmatian dog feels that part of his penis enters on the throat of Penny.
The young female is playing with Pongo's stained balls while she continues sucking hard meat of her father. Pongo sees that Perdita tenses her body when she feels an orgasm.
Captain licks the pink opening of the bitch that trembles with pleasure; she feels the powerful tongue of captain sipping their juices. Captain stops and sees Perdita who turns her head to see the horse.
Captain stands on two legs, he supports his front legs on one of the stables and exposed his penis to Perdita, she smiles and positions herself under the body of the horse. Captain sees that the Perdita maneuvers her body to place the tip of the penis of the horse at the entrance of her vagina.
She finally feels the flared head of Captain's penis touches her vagina entrance. Captain pushes his cock with determination; the horse whinnies of pleasure as he felt the head of his penis entered the Perdita's pink opening.
The bitch feels her pussy walls are stretched while the Captain's penis enters in her vagina.
Captain continues to push his penis until he feels that this cannot enter more.
The horse begins his thrusts while he moans of pleasure; Pongo stoops on Penny vigorously. She feels like the balls of her father beat her belly. The bitch moans of pleasure feeling as his father's penis touches her vagina walls.
Pongo pants while he is watching like Captain copulates with his mate, Pongo had always was surprised and amazed by the fact that Perdita could take such big penis inside her vagina.
Pongo holds his daughter's hips tightly and pushes his knot, he feels like his knot slips on the wet and warm vagina of Penny. Pongo increases strength and pace of his thrusts while he is listening to the screams of pleasure from his daughter.
"Come on dad, get me pregnant!" Penny begs while she is pushing her ass against Pongo.
Penny's phrase is what Pongo needs to climax; he feels that his semen starts running by his penis.
Penny's body gets tense; she howls when she feels the first spurt of cum is hitting the walls of her vagina.
Meanwhile Perdita moans of pleasure feeling Captain's penis is hitting her cervix repeatedly, the dog smiles to see her daughter and her mate howling of pleasure when they reach the climax.
Perdita knows that there is no turning back, now everything was consummated for Penny and Pongo.
Pongo pants while he is mounting on his daughter, she is perfectly happy.
Penny turns to look at her mother; she looks like Captain moves over the small body of Perdita that sways by the powerful thrusts of the horse.
Captain whinnies loudly giving a final push and releases his sperm into the body of female Dalmatian. Perdita moans of pleasure feeling like horse semen hits the walls of her vagina, she feels an orgasm.
Penny sees his mother is moaning, she had heard from her mother that was an amazing feeling that her vagina is completely filled with the semen of Captain.
Captain slowly withdraws his penis inside Perdita, she feels like horse erection gets out of her body.
When the penis gets out of Perdita's vagina, a large quantity of sticky cum seeps of Perdita opening, it is dilated.
Perdita moves and out from under Captain, she licks the reproductive organ of the horse, he moans of pleasure feeling like Perdita cleans his penis carefully. She licks every trace of semen on the erection of Captain.
Perdita finish cleaning the penis of Captain; she moves and goes to where Pongo and Penny are united.
"Great is not it?" Perdita asks looking at her daughter, she nods while sees at Perdita that is smiling.
"I think there will be no anal sex in a while" Perdita says looking at her mate that is mounted on Penny.
"Of course not, I make sure my two females have puppies and not foals" Pongo says laughing softly as he sees to Perdita and then to Captain.
"For me not to worry, I am only a support" Captain says as he winks at Pongo.
"I hope you're ready for Captain" Perdita says looking at Penny.
"I hope so too, he is huge" Penny says looking at his mother who smiles softly and looks at Pongo.
Pongo crosses his leg on Penny, both are tail to tail. Penny feels her father's penis moving in her.
"Well, now you're impregnating our pup" Perdita tells while she nuzzles Pongo, he returned the gesture.
Penny sees this with a smile on her face; she had not expected to see her parents demonstrated their affection while she and Pongo are knotted together. Perdita sits waiting feeling that Captain Semen seeps out of her vagina.
Pongo and Penny get separate after several minutes, Perdita sees like the penis of her mate leaves Penny's vagina. Perdita puts her head under the belly of Pongo; she opens her mouth and takes Pongo's penis enjoying the taste of semen and juices of Pongo and Penny.
Pongo moans of pleasure feeling like Perdita gently sucks his cock, he moans with pleasure keeping his eyes closed. Penny looks her parents a moment before get close to the place where Captain is waiting.
"Well ... I think you and I are alone, Captain" Penny says watching the horse gently smiles.
"You look nervous girl" Captain says looking at Penny, she smirks.
"You are very big, Captain" Penny says with some concern while she is looking at the horse.
"I will treat you with care, like when you were a small puppy and I used give you a ride" Captain says looking and smiling gently at the female dog.
"I remember it very well" Penny said at the time to walk and places herself under the horse.
Penny licks the tip of Captain's penis, he moans feeling like Penny's tongue moves slowly on his penis. The dog bites some sections of horse's penis. Captain moans with pleasure while he is watching like Pongo's licks Perdita's pink opening.
Pongo gladly licks Perdita's opening, he perceives the taste of the juices and cum coming from her mate's vagina.
Pongo pushes his tongue, it easily enters inside Perdita. She moans feeling his mate's tongue touches the walls of her vagina.
Perdita moans and directs his gaze to the place where is her daughter and Captain.
She sees that Penny is reclining on a couple of bales of hay, she moans while Captain is licking her vagina. Penny feels like the whole tongue of the horse covers completely her vagina.
Captain moves and places himself on Penny; she nervously looks like Captain's penis is on her belly.
Then Pongo proceeds to mount Perdita, he moves avoiding that her mate mounts her.
"Let's get close to Captain, I want to see the first time of Penny" Perdita says looking at Pongo smiling.
"Me too" Pongo says looking at Perdita, she smiles. Pongo and Perdita get close to where are Captain and Penny. Penny guides the penis to her vagina.
Penny sees that her parents are close, she sees that her mother is looking for a good position to see everything. She smiles at Penny, the female dog sees like her father quickly mounts to her mother; Perdita groans when she feels that her mate's penis enters in her vagina.
Penny feels that the head of the penis of Captain press the entrance to her vagina, she feels as Captain starts pushing his penis.
"Relax; your father's cum will help" Perdita says looking at Penny.
Penny sees at her father who smiles, Penny holds Captain's penis. She closes her eyes as captain pushes his penis trying to penetrate to the Dalmatian female dog.
Pongo hears the groan of pain of Penny, they see as the tip of the penis of Captain disappears inside the body of Penny. Captain stops to feel like the tip of his penis is inside Penny, he feels like the walls of Penny's vagina close tightly around his penis.
Perdita comes over and licks some tears that had formed on the eyes of Penny.
"It's done the hardest part" Perdita says watching to Penny and smiling gently.
Captain pushes his penis, he feels like his penis slowly sinks into the cave of love of the female Dalmatian dog.
Penny feels like the walls of her vagina dilate to accommodate to the equine erection that enters in her body.
Pongo watches excitedly as his daughter is penetrated by the horse, he feels like his penis is completely hard.
Penny feels the tip of the penis of Captain touches her cervix. She is surprised to see that part of Captain's penis is still out of her body. Perdita looks like Captain begins moving slowly.
Suddenly the female dog feels that Pongo begins to fuck her.
"Cannot you wait?" Perdita asks moaning when Pongo starts to copulate with her.
"I'd rather do it while I have a show in front" Pongo says biting Perdita's neck gently. She laughs softly while she is looking at Penny.
Perdita sees as the Captain's big cock in and out of the body of her daughter. Penny moans with pleasure while he puts his front paws on the body of Captain; he is pushing decisively, but careful not to hurt Penny.
Penny feels the tip of the penis hitting her cervix; she feels that she is full as ever in her life; his father's penis cannot be compared with the horse's penis. The dog sees his father stoops on her mother vigorously while both moan with pleasure.
"Captain, you're so huge" Penny moans feeling as the great body of captain moves on her.
The horse neighs softly with pleasure, she feels like Penny's vagina closed tightly around his penis. Captain thought the two bitches of the farm were much better than any mare.
"Are you okay?" Captain asks as whinnies and lowers his eyes to see Penny.
"Yes, Captain, please continue" Penny says as she drops her head back and surrender to the pleasure she feels.
Perdita is moaning feeling that her mate's penis rubs the walls of her vagina; she feels precum jets are sprayed inside her vagina. She feels like Pongo's knot begins to swell inside her.
Pongo increases the speed and force of his thrusts feeling the climax, he growls.
The grunts of pleasure of Pongo and Perdita attract the attention of Penny, she turns to look at her father, and she sees her father gives one last push before stopping and growling fiercely at the time of releasing his semen inside the vagina of Perdita.
Perdita howls of pleasure to finally feel that her mate's semen hits the walls of the vagina, this triggers an orgasm that is enhanced by the state of the Dalmatian dog that digs his nails into the wood as her feels that her need to be filled with the sticky material that give life to her future puppies is complete.
Pongo and Perdita pant completely satisfied, Perdita feels that her mate's penis beats inside her.
Captain neighs loudly as he feels like his semen starts to flow by his penis directly to Penny's vagina.
The Dalmatian dog listen the final whinny of Captain, she feels like a powerful jet of sperm hit her cervix. Pongo and Perdita see their daughter is arched with pleasure when she feels a strong orgasm that fills her body.
Penny feels that her vagina is flooded with hot sticky cum of Captain, she feels his eyes close feeling completely exhausted. Penny slowly opens her eyes, her sight is blurring .
She feels licks on her face; Penny focuses her sight and sees her father, he is looking at her with a soft smile.
"You came back with us" Pongo says and smiles to Penny, she smiles.
Pongo downs his head and kiss to Penny in the mouth; the young dog is startled to feel someone licks her vagina. She feels like the tongue enters completely into her vagina without any problem.
"Your mother could not resist" Pongo says watching to Penny, she sees at her crotch.
She sees Perdita's head is between her hind legs, Penny moans while her mother cleans her carefully. Perdita tastes the thick semen of Captain; she enjoys the different taste of cum.
Perdita stops a few minutes later, she and moves of there. She sees that Penny gets up with difficulty.
"Let's take a bath" Perdita says looking at Penny that nods while she still wobbles a bit.
Pongo sees like the two females get out of the barn while they laugh and talk about what had happened.
"Well Captain, that was amazing, but you must understand that I will do pregnant to that two beautiful females" Pongo says watching at Captain.
"Heh heh, understood, but you cannot just with the two" The horse says looking at Dalmatian dog, he smiles at his friend before heading out of the barn.
**Pongo, Penny, Roger, Anita, Perdita are © Disney**
**Ace, Esmeralda, Jack are my Characters**
**Written by Janus Oberoth** | FSE |
Title: Media Matters Ch. 02
Tags: hot wife, big cock, mystery, drama, police drama, crime drama, iron crowbar
**This story is part of an ongoing series.** *The chronological order of my stories is listed in WifeWatchman's biography, which is currently not updating. Stories after Music Box Dancer are:* Return To Apple Grove, Media Matters.
Feedback and constructive *criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas.
This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of these in this story should not be construed as acceptance of the above.*
**Part 7 - Winners and (Media) Losers**
"And it's a photo finish!" shouted the radio announcer into the ears of the County. "Todd Burke has won by less than one yard over Tom Usagi! An amazing end to an amazing race!"
Todd had not stopped, and his momentum carried him through the Fairgrounds and almost to the River before he circled back. Tom Usagi didn't get as far, and went to the ground. Medics hurried over with oxygen. Todd stopped next to him and extended his hand, and Usagi allowed himself to be helped back to his feet. They congratulated each other as they both took in oxygen.
I went with others up to them and congratulated Tom first. "Outstanding race, kid." I said. "Next year, Wildcats will rule, *neh?*"
"Yes sir." said Tom with a grin.
"Good grief, Uncle Don," said Todd with his brilliant grin, "don't give him any incentive. Ten more yards and I was beat."
"You can thank the much-better-looking half of your team for that." I said as Teresa came up to us. "She opened up that lead like someone left the gate open."
"Great race, Tom." Teresa said, shaking Tom's hand. "I'll have to get this guy in better shape for next year." She patted Todd's tummy with the back of her hand. Todd grinned and hugged his wife.
Meanwhile, I went back to the finish line. The Takaki Clan team had come in 11th place, which was not bad at all. They bowed to me as I came up.
"Very good race, guys." I said, bowing back. "A very honorable finish."
"I could not agree more, Don-san." said Takaki Misaki, coming up behind me, with the FBI former DepDirector next to him. As his children bowed to him, it suddenly occurred to me that not only was Misaki-san exposing himself in Public, standing next to the DepDirector like this was an intolerable security situation. I then noticed the young Japanese men in suits and ties, wearing sunglasses, situated all around. Still...
"Gentlemen," I said quietly, "I think we need to find you two a more secure place to be if you're going to stand together like this." Your Iron Crowbar exhibited no fear in telling two of the most powerful men in the world those, for their own safety's sake.
"Ah so, Don-san." said Misaki. "Yes, my children, let us move along." He and Nagamasa and Mariko moved towards the Fairgrounds, escorted by the entourage of Japanese men in suits.
"I'll wait with you for Laura and Melina." said the DepDirector. "How were they doing?"
He would soon find out. Laura was waiting for Melina near the finish line, and we went up to her. "How was it? I asked.
"Harder than I thought it would be." Laura replied, still recovering and drinking Powerade. "Melina was in great shape, though. I really let her down."
"You're almost fifteen years older than she is." I said. " I think you hung in there very well."
Are you calling me 'old', mister?" Laura asked, causing the DepDirector to laugh. "It's going to be the couch with Bowser for you tonight."
"No way. Carole will never allow Bowser to be punished in that fashion." I said. "Oh, here comes Melina."
Melina and Laura finished in 37th place. Not bad for an 'old' lady, I thought to myself... but did not say out loud. As they say, when you're in a hole, the first thing to do is 'stop digging'.
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The Mayor presided over the awarding of medals. First came the wheelchair racers. After giving out gold, silver, and bronze metals, the Mayor then said "And on behalf of the Ladies Auxiliary, we have a special citation for Tanya Perlman, who worked hard to organized the wheelchair division and add it to our day of races. It's been a huge success, and we'll be doing it again in coming years." The crowd applauded loudly as the Mayor gave Tanya (who was now in her normal wheelchair) a framed citation. Then came the regular race medals.
And then things went to shit. And if you guessed that the reason for that was because of the rabidly corrupt Media, you guessed right.
The winners weren't even off the podium when the Press began surging towards Teresa and Todd. Police began moving in to push them back when Brian Jennings shouted "Captain Croyle, what do you think of your boss having a child out of wedlock with Paulina Patterson?"
People in the audience gasped. Mrs. Myrtle L. Lames was scandalized... at the Media's bad manners. But Teresa handled it with her usual aplomb... well, more like her old 'Teresa Cunt' aplomb: "Okay, everyone come in real close, so I only have to say this once." she said. Microphones were pushed into her face as the Press quietened down in eager anticipation of what she was going to say.
"I just need to know," Teresa said loudly, "which one of you reporters is going to try to murder Tasha Troy-Patterson. Your colleague John Hardwood tried to murder Commander Troy's other daughter Carole, so I'm wondering which one of you is going to try to kill Tasha. Please let me know now, so I can bust your ass before I have to get hurt rescuing Commander Troy's daughter... again."
The Press fell silent, and fell back, totally stunned by Teresa's association of them with Hardwood, as well as her implication of the nature of their attacks. Unappeasable hatred was written all over their collective face.
Tom Usagi was loving it. He'd burst out laughing, then he said "That's awesome!" He fist bumped Teresa as he said "Good one, ma'am." Teresa's eyes glinted as she turned back to the Press, silently challenging them to try to fuck with her again.
And citizens in the area began heckling the Press... and worse. The Mood of the Electorate was beginning to get ugly, as some people began chanting "SNN sucks! SNN sucks!" and others yelled "Go home Bettina! Go home Bettina!" Police, who had come forward to protect Teresa, now had to protect the Press and get them out of potential danger.
Strangely enough... the Press did not try to speak to me at all...
**Part 8 - Pushback**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded reporterette, anger in her voice, at 7:00am, Friday, July 6th. "Fox Two News has learned that Judge Anthony Howell has denied KCTY's motion to dismiss Commander Donald Troy's specious libel lawsuit!"
Bettina: "KCTY issued a retraction of their report that Commander Troy had been making illegal campaign contributions to District Attorney candidate Paulina Patterson, but the judge disregarded that entirely. He stated that the retraction only came after Commander Troy had filed the lawsuit, and that a retraction was not enough to undo the damage that KCTY was apparently intentionally trying to do to Commander Troy."
"KCTY also asked for a new judge in the case, saying that Judge Howell was biased," continued Bettina, "but Judge Howell denied the motion and set a date of July 11th for making opening motions. KXTC joins with many other Media outlets in condemning Judge Howell's rulings, which we believe are nothing short of an attack upon the First Amendment freedoms of the Press."
Of course, I thought to myself, the Media will always say they're never at fault. It has to be the judge's fault, or my fault. See what the Media does, there?
"In other news," said Bettina, "Paulina Patterson made her first appearance yesterday since the story broke that her child Tasha was fathered by Commander Donald Troy. She was flanked by Sheriff candidate Antonio Griswold and legendary singer and rapper T-Square. Patterson stated that she had no regrets, and that attacks on her through her child were malicious and politically motivated."
Actually, I thought to myself, Paulina had said the attacks *by the Press* were malicious and politically motivated, but Bettina had left that out. See what Bettina did there?
Bettina went on: "And Commander Donald Troy is once again stymied by a crime, as there are no new leads nor information on the case of the murder of BigAgraFoods CEO Lloyd Feingold. In a related story, BigAgraFoods's Board of Directors is meeting today in the City, and they are expected to name company president Mitt Bain Willis as Interim CEO as they initiate a search for a permanent CEO. Mr. Willis declined to take the CEO role permanently, as he has not made a secret of his desire to defeat U.S. Senator Richard Nunn for the Senate seat in just over two years."
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"Think the 'drive-by' Media is going to drop this crap attacking your daughter, Commander?" asked Theo Washington, fulfilling his role as Rudistan's successor for starting trouble at the coffee klatch.
"I don't know." I said. "As long as the story is driving ratings, they won't drop it. If their goal is to harm Paulina's chances to win the D.A. race, they'll stop only after achieving that goal."
"I know it's folly to disagree with the Iron Crowbar," Cindy Ross bravely said, "but I'm not seeing it that way. After the way Teresa ripped them yesterday, I could see that they're taking this one personally. This one is about *you*, Don, and to them it's personal."
"Man stood up and not only acknowledged his child, he embraced her." Jerome Davis said sourly. "Gonna be hard to keep attacking Commander Troy -OR- his child when it's obvious they can't induce guilt in him."
"We'll see." I said. "I heard a rumor that T-Square is going to have something to say about it..."
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"This is Priya Ajmani with SNN!" shouted the lovely Indian reporterette from in front of the Courthouse complex at 8:00am, Friday July 6th. "There is a growing backlash against the attacks upon Commander Donald Troy and Paulina Patterson for having a child together out of wedlock!"
"Public Policy Polling over the last three days has revealed that Commander Troy's popularity ratings have actually gone *up*!" Priya said. "We have Karl Frazier of Public Policy Polling here. Karl, how can it be that a man cheats on his wife and has a baby out of wedlock actually sees his ratings go up?"
"Priya," said Karl, "in the first place, Commander Troy is the only person who is not running for any office that we actually do polling upon, and that is because of constant Media requests for the information. Second, what we've found is that most people seeing him not deny his daughter but embracing her as his child was a very strong positive factor for him."
"As to the adultery part of it," continued Frazier, "his wife has been the Professor of Sexual Psychology at the University for years, and she told everyone she and her husband have an open relationship. Women's Groups have very strongly associated that with a woman's right to choose and a woman's right to decide freely for herself, and see the attacks on this situation as an attempt to impose moralism on women and suppress women's rights."
"Are any groups upset with this at all?" Priya asked.
"The Christian Far Right was strongly negative about the adultery portion, but even they were mixed when it came to Commander Troy acknowledging his parentage of his child and financially taking care of her." said Frazier.
"What are the D.A. race poll numbers?" asked Priya.
"Paulina Patterson has taken a hit." said Frazier. "Our early spot polling, with a margin of error of five points, is Miriam Walters at 36%, Patterson at 30%, Stiles at 24%, Krasney at 5%, and 5% undecided..."
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The women of the talk show 'Point Taken' filed into the studio: Rosie Berkmar, Donna Roselle, Ruby Russell, Zara Zeigler, and Connie Chen. Zara was a pretty woman, white with very long, very straight, light brown hair. Connie was Asian, and married to a high level executive at KSB. Only Ruby Russell, daughter of U.S. Senator Samuel Russell, was not outright leftist, and she was a very moderate, pro-Establishment Republican that hated Val Jared and Commander Troy (like her father, U.S. Senator Samuel Russell).
"Weeee arrrrrre LIVE!" shouted out Rosie Berkmar over the applause of the all-female audience in the City. "Today, we have a very special and surprise guest, a true superstar and a blockbuster figure nationwide; ergo, this is not taped, this is a live show!" Applause from the audience.
"Okay, the big news story is once again in the northwest corner of our State," said Connie, acting as moderator. "Candidate for the District Attorney position, Paulina Patterson, has a two year old daughter, Tasha. It broke that Tasha was fathered by Commander Donald Troy of the Town & County Police Force."
Connie went on: "There are so many stories wound through this that it's like a Gordian knot. Ms. Patterson is black, and Commander Troy is white. Ms. Patterson has been accused of treason against her race by being an Assistant D.A. and prosecuting blacks, which some say were arrested by the TCPD for racial reasons rather than actual criminal reasons. Commander Troy is under investigation by the Independent State Counsel for helping Governor Val Jared harass two women who brought *very credible* claims of sexual harassment against the Governor, and now he's fathered a child out of wedlock. So... let's go around the horn on some of these things."
"First of all," said Zara Zeigler, "I want to put the part about Commander Troy's wife and the out-of-wedlock child to bed, pun not intended." The audience laughed, then Zara went on: "His wife is Dr. Laura Fredricson, who has appeared on this show several times. She's head of the Department of Psychology at the University, she's known and celebrated nationwide as the 'sex professor'."
"We've talked a ton of times," said Zara calmly, "about a woman's right to choose, about women's choices and women's freedoms, women's relationships and privacy, and women's sexual choices. Dr. Fredricson and her husband have chosen to have an open relationship. She came out and said she can't have any more children due to a hysterectomy, that she was aware of her husband's liaison with Ms. Patterson, and that she loves her husband's child as she loves her own. So the 'out-of-wedlock' narrative, while technically true, isn't going to fly with me."
"My problem with that," said Ruby Russell, "is that Commander Troy is a Police Officer and should have a higher moral standard. He's put himself on a pedestal of sanctimonious, holier-than-thou morality, then shows he's not up to that standard himself."
"By *whose* moral standard?" said Zara with some fierceness in her voice. "That is the problem. I am so sick of sanctimonious Republicans and far right Christians whining about moral standards! It's not their place to dictate to Dr. Fredricson what kind of relationship she has with her husband!" Loud applause broke out at that. Connie moved on to Rosie Berkmar, not giving Ruby Russell any chance to reply.
Rosie said "I do hope that Dr. Fredricson did know about her husband's relationship with Paulina Patterson, and that Dr. Fredricson is not having to stand by her husband as he humiliates her, as many politicians have done to their wives."
This was Rosie's shot at Ruby, whose father had humiliated her mother by being caught consorting with prostitutes. (*Author's note: 'Pink Panther', Ch. 04.*) Ruby didn't flinch, nor did she respond at the moment. Rosie continued: "But I think there are other, far more important issues, such as Commander Troy's integrity and his treatment of women."
Connie said "Donna, don't even try to call Commander Troy a racist, here. But what I want to know is how Paulina expects to win anything now that this sordid secret is out."
"Oh, come on!" interjected Zara. "Baby Tasha is not a 'sordid secret'. She's a child, a human being." Applause burst out. Zara was 'winning' today.
Connie said "Point taken, Zara. What I meant to ask was how the sordid affair is going to affect Paulina Patterson's chances in her District Attorney race."
"She's lost the White Christian vote." said Ruby Russell.
"She's lost the Black vote, too." said Donna Roselle. "If she ever had it to begin with."
"We have a special guest today," said Connie, "a resident of the Town & County, but an international superstar. Would you please welcome the legendary rapper, T-Square!"
There was strong applause as T-Square came out, wearing a suit with a light purple shirt and a more pure purple tie, and his trademark sunglasses (which he needed because of the bright studio lights). He sat down in the middle, flanked by the women of 'Point Taken'.
"I'll just ask this, T-Square: how's it going to go down?" asked Connie.
"Ladies, I'm going to shock you with my answer," said T-Square, "but this has to be said. It is time for all men, black men and white men, to step up and take responsibility for their children. Donald Troy stepped up."
The audience gave a big "Whoaaaaa!" and then T-Square continued: "He took care of his child financially. He did not flinch and deny his child, but took responsibility for her, and proudly claimed her as his own. He has set an example that I would like to see all men, Black, White, Latino, and everything else, do more of. Gentlemen, take responsibility for your kids."
Some in the audience applauded, and strongly. Some of the women of 'Point Taken' were stunned. "But T-Square..." gasped Ruby Russell, groping for words, "what about the adultery? What about Commander Troy cheating on his wife?"
"Did you not hear his wife's own words?" replied T-Square. "How is it 'cheating', if she not only knew, but accepted what was going on? And it's her business, not ours. Why are you even talking about Dr. Fredricson? She's a college professor, not a candidate for D.A."
"Speaking of that," said Donna Roselle, "Commander Troy's racist actions, such as shooting up a Park with a helicopter, cannot be excused. And Chief Griswold approves of what Troy has done, and wants to be Sheriff to cover for Troy. Doesn't Troy's actions in fathering a child out of wedlock not show how untrustworthy he is, and how dangerous it would be to elect Griswold Sheriff?" There was a smattering of brief applause in the audience.
"Of course Police brutality against People of Color is a huge issue in America today." said T-Square, which generated more applause. "No one has seen and been subject to that abuse more than me. And Jasmine Nix died as she was releasing an album addressing just that very issue of Police power and brutality."
"But on the other side..." T-Square went on, " when I find Police Officers standing up for Justice, when I find men working hard to be fair to people of all races, I must give them credit where due. Commander Troy is no racist. He has cleaned that Police Force up, and has made sure his Police Force is now very fair to persons of all ethnicities in his Town & County. He has done more than you know to wipe out racial hatred against People of Color. And Chief Griswold is no racist, either."
"Do you really believe Donald Troy is not a racist?" exploded Donna Roselle. "He's harassed women on behalf of Governor Val Jared, who is the most racist Governor in the history of this Nation!" The audience applauded very strongly at that one.
"We should call out racism when we see it," said T-Square, "but only when it is truly there. And I say unto you all that we need more men like Commander Donald Troy, and fewer men like Val Jared."
This is not what the women had expected to hear from the famous rapper T-Square, and it showed on their faces. They were in a huge dilemma: attack this man, who was black, and whose rap songs preached resistance to Police brutality... or let his words stand and allow the praise of Commander Troy to go unchallenged. Fortunately for them, the show went to a hard break.
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"Wow. Just wow." said Reed Hudson in the third hour of his radio show. "Rapper T-Square might as well have lit the fuse to a stick of dynamite and thrown it at the Press Corps. They're already in a frenzy over his words, telling men to take responsibility for their children, telling the world that Commander Donald Troy is *not* a racist."
"Media executives are already attacking the 'Point Taken' show for being live instead of pre-taped for that interview." said Hudson. "You won't see or hear T-Square's words... very good, powerful words that people need to hear... on the Mainstream Media newscasts, which is why you *will* hear me replaying those words again and again. The Media is already hard at work trying to bury what is for them a total disaster."
"I really find it amusing," continued Hudson, "that the Media doesn't know what to say about something like this. When two of their ideological tenets come into conflict, they don't know what to say or do. A black man, a rapper who speaks out about Police brutality often, today defended a white Police Officer, and for not denying his child, of all things. T-Square was a brave man to have said those words; there will be those who will try to end his career over what he said, because his words were not in *jackbooted lockstep* with the Left's ideological views and their agenda to destroy Commander Troy and Governor Jared. But how will the Press react? Will they denounce T-Square, and risk being called racists themselves?"
**Part 9 - Liaisons**
The young stud mounted the beautiful woman beneath him and slid the condom-sheathed head of his ten inch cock through her thick, raven-black pubic bush and over her swollen cuntlips. His cockhead found her opening and he pushed it in, stretching her vaginal walls apart and making her gasp.
"Easy, baby..." she whispered, "you are so *big!*" She spread her legs wider, pulling them up and back to accommodate his incredible size as he sank it further into her, gently rocking his hips up and down, resisting the urge to slam the full length of his weapon of lust down into her.
He felt the resistance of her body melting away as they shared a deep, tongue-twining kiss. As her hands gripped his muscular asscheeks, urging him on, he pushed his cock balls deep into her. They both groaned as his skin, shaved bare, was tickled by the hairs of her bush.
He could not believe that this woman was taking him nuts deep as he began a smooth rhythm, stroking in and out of her with longer and increasingly more powerful thrusts. He began to piston his ass with a languid motion that was very familiar to her, though in some ways uniquely his.
She wrapped her long, luscious legs high around his back, locking her elegant, shapely feet over the small of his back in a warm but inescapable embrace. The young stud increased the speed and power of his thrusts, making her groan and gasp into his ear as sparks of pleasure rocketed through her body.
The fucking brought back memories to Melina's mind. She was remembering how she would lie on her back, her legs spread for her first lover, Jack Burke, as he lay on top of her and fucked her with his incredibly huge cock. Melina had felt so deliciously full when Jack went balls deep into her, and her body rocked with ecstasy as she used it to give Jack pleasure.
Now she was fucking Benny Black, who was Jack and Todd's younger brother. Jack had been so much better that Todd, partially because Melina had been in love with Jack. But Benny was handsome like Jack, fucked like Jack, and Melina was loving the pleasure of being fucked by so young a stud.
Melina let her memories flow. Those matings with Jack, the feelings of pleasure as she felt him come inside her, unfortunately never getting pregnant by Jack. She had never accepted fully the reasons for Jack's death, of how he'd been caught in bed with Marie Arruzio and murdered by a shotgun blast.
She'd 'settled' for Don Troy. Nice guy, but his cock was nowhere near as large as Jack's, and his technique was fair to middlin' at best. She'd made him wear condoms for the duration of their marriage. She had never understood what her sister, a true sensualist and sex expert had seen in Don, and why Laura loved fucking Don so much.
It didn't matter, she thought, as she felt her orgasm building. Benny was a great fuck, a hot young stud who knew how to pleasure a woman in bed. Maybe I'll let him have me bare and come inside me, after he gets tested, she thought to herself. She thought of Jack again, and her orgasm crashed into her loins and her mind...
For his part, Benny was feeling incredible pleasure in spite of having to wear the restricting condom. The heat of her pussy, the taste of her tongue as hers twined with his, made this one of the hottest fucks the young stud had ever been blessed to have. He could understand why Jack had fallen in love with this woman.
He heard the cry torn from her as he felt her cunt try to clamp down on his huge invading cock. Unable to hold back, he felt his body release, and felt the jets of jism fire out of his cockhead, only to be intercepted by the sheath covering his cock and protecting Melina's eggs from his potent, virile sperm. He dreamed of having her bare, of coming inside her, of impregnating her... maybe on his brother Jack's behalf, or maybe his own...
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Diane Williams of KCTY had standing offers to the staffs of all the hotels in the City, that if they gave her a juicy lead, she'd pay them well. It was now potentially paying off.
"We got a tip from the Marriott Grande Hotel." said a cub reporter to her over the phone. "They spotted Benny Black from the 'Days of Promise' daytime TV show coming out of the hotel. A woman also went to that room."
"Great!" said Diane. "Tell our Entertainment Division. Find out who the woman is, and let's rock the story. Pay what you need for the security tapes.
The tapes showed Benny Black's goings as he went in and out of the hotel. But when the woman went through the lobby, rode the elevator, and walked up and down the hall, a strange thing happened: the cameras developed static, as if the Slender Man himself was on the scene... *something* had killed the cameras. One wonders what technology could cause that... and what powerful Federal agency had such technology...
**Part 10 - Doubling Down**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" shouted the redheaded MILF reporterette from in front of City Hall at 7:00am, Monday, July 9th. "Fox Two News has learned that Independent State Counsel Robert Mullen has subpoenaed the financial records of Commander Donald Troy pertaining to the trust fund from which he is making child support payments to Paulina Patterson, with whom Donald Troy sired a child!"
Bettina started up: "Mr. Robert Mullen acted after confirmation came out that Commander Troy was making *secret* child support payments. However, Paulina Patterson filed a lawsuit against the Independent State Counsel, asking the Court to enjoin Mr. Mullen from obtaining the data. She stated that her personal finances are beyond the scope of the Independent State Counsel's investigation. Judge Rodney K. Watts is expected to make a ruling this morning."
"We have with us Dr. Adam S. Keller of the City University Rodham Foundation for Political and Social Change." said Bettina as the camera panned out to show Keller. "Dr. Keller, does Ms. Patterson have a point, that her records are off limits to the Independent State Counsel, especially after the recent State Supreme Court rulings limiting the scope of Mr. Mullen's investigations?"
"Let me ask this." said Keller. "What does Paulina Patterson have to hide? She's running for District Attorney, yet she is refusing to cooperate with other law enforcement authorities? If she has nothing to hide, and if she wants to be elected District Attorney, then the Independent State Counsel should be allowed to see these documents, to ascertain whether or not Commander Donald Troy has committed any financial or campaign finance crimes."
"But isn't this the same issue of scope of the ISE's investigation that Captain Teresa Croyle successfully sued Mr. Mullen over?" asked Bettina. The Press likes to take the 'other side' against their victim... er, guest... and ask antagonistic questions, no matter what the agenda of the interview is.
"*Anything* about Commander Troy is well within the Independent State Counsel's scope." replied Keller. "Especially his potential violations of campaign finance laws. It should be obvious that Paulina Patterson, who wants to be District Attorney, is now covering for her *lover* Donald Troy by filing this lawsuit, and any reasonable judge will strike it down hard."
"Thank you, Dr. Keller." Bettina said. The camera zoomed back to the hot redhead reporterette, who said "The Independent State Counsel announced on Friday that Commander Donald Troy will be subpoenaed to appear some time this week, possibly as early as tomorrow..."
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"Where's Commander Troy?" asked Joanne Warner as the Detectives drank coffee in MCD.
"In his office." said Cindy Ross. "I think he's going through the applications for Detective positions... but you did *not* hear me say that."
"Hear what, ma'am?" Joanne asked. Cindy gave her a thumbs-up.
"Ma'am," asked Theo Washington, "what are y'all going to do about these Press attacks on Commander Troy and his family?"
"Not much we *can* do, really." Cindy replied. "Commander Troy has sued KCTY for libel, the Courts are letting it go forward, but the Media doesn't seem to care. They just keep going with their smears."
"And worse," said Joanne Warner astutely, "it's what they *don't* report that's so insidious. They're burying the T-Square comments. Not one Mainstream Media outlet in the State, much less the Nation, reported what he said on 'Point Taken'. They don't say one word about the rapes and murders Illegal Immigrants are committing, but they'll call Governor Jared a racist for working with ICE to arrest and deport Illegals."
Teresa Croyle had come in and joined in: "The BigAgraFoods CEO was murdered, and they won't even say it was murder. They're burying the story of the California 'Taco Box' food contamination, as well as the herbicide poisoning in Fillmore County and this County. You're absolutely right, Joanne: with the Media, it's the sins of *O*-mission that are killing us..."
"All right," Cindy said, "I'm going to my office. As Commander Troy would say, let's keep the political talk down, and let's do our jobs. And my next job is to put some people in for medals for the Independence Day Triathlon race."
"Captain Croyle, kicking ass again." said Detective Theo Washington, in a good imitation of the voice of Lt. Micah Rudistan.
"Ma'am," said Detective Teddy Parker to Teresa, "that was frickin' *awesome* what you said to the Press after the race." There was strong agreement.
"It did not get me any puppy points with the Chief---" said Teresa.
"Captain Croyle!" said a male voice. Everyone looked at the door to the back hallway, which was filled with the imposing figure of a tall, broad-shouldered, redheaded man, his gray eyes blazing brightly. "Come to my office." I said in my authoritarian voice, connoting that it was not a request.
"Yes sir." Teresa said. As she walked by Cindy, Cindy grabbed her arm.
"He's pissed about something." Cindy whispered. "Be careful in there." Teresa nodded and hurried out.
"How do you know he's pissed, ma'am?" asked Jerome Davis.
"His face is darker red than his hair." Cindy said. She did not mention the overpowering vibe she'd gotten, as well...
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Teresa came into my office, seeing me turned sideways to my desk in my chair, looking intently at my computer monitor, which was on the credenza between the wall and my desk. "Sir?" she asked.
"I want you to look at this." I said. "When I put out the call for applications for the Detective position, I specifically mentioned to Patrol Officer Julia Rodriguez to send in an application. This morning, I began looking specifically for that application amongst the many that have come in, and I did not find it."
"I did a bit of research." I said, my voice beginning to get a bit acidic. "Rodriguez sent the application... but it was blocked from getting to the inbox. And it was blocked by Precinct Captain Goodwin and Precinct Lieutenant Irwin. Would you care to explain that to me, Captain?"
"I'm sorry, sir, I don't have that information." Teresa replied. "I need to check that out and get an answer for you."
"Do it today, Captain, do it today." I replied, which Teresa knew meant 'immediately'. I continued: "I called Rodriguez and told her to re-send her application, and directly to my Commander inbox. Check up on that behind me and make sure she sends it ASAP. Okay, take care of this instead of being at the Angels meeting. You are dismissed."
As Teresa went for the door, I said "Captain!" When she turned around, I looked *through* her eyes as I said "I am reserving Irwin and Goodwin's punishment." That meant I would personally administer it, rather than delegate it to her.
Teresa paled. She knew that meant that it was formal, very serious, and that I was one very pissed off Police Commander... and that jobs were on the line. She nodded and scurried out the door.
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"This is Priya Ajmani with SNN, bringing you all the news you have a right to know!" said the lovely Indian reporterette at 8:00am, Monday, July 9th, from in front of the State Office Building. "Robert Mullen has subpoenaed Commander Troy's personal financial records, including those of the payments Commander Troy *claims* are child support payments. Mr. Mullen believes the payments may be campaign finance violations, and Troy and Paulina Patterson are using the child support excuse as a dodge to skirt their illegal actions. Ms. Patterson filed a lawsuit against the Independent State Counsel, stating that her personal finances are beyond the scope of Mr. Mullen's investigation."
Priya went on: "And the Social Justice group 'Black Voices Raised' denounced rapper T-Square, calling him a 'traitor to his race' and a 'sellout to The Man' for T-Square's statements calling for men of all ethnicities to stand up and take responsibility for their children like Commander Donald Troy did. State Senator Maxine Watts issued a vicious statement accusing T-Square of complicity in the assassination of superstar singer Jasmine Nix. T-Square's publicist made a statement that T-Square was considering his legal options against State Senator Watts."
More Priya: "And new polling over the weekend shows that Paulina Patterson's campaign for District Attorney has taken a huge hit. She is now at 20%, down from 32% before the news of her adulterous affair with Commander Troy broke. Solicitor Miriam Walters is at 36% and State Attorney Jenna Stiles is at 24%, with Gil Krasney at 4% and a whopping 16% now saying they're undecided. Political *experts* believe that Ms. Patterson's campaign cannot recover from this *scandal*, and that she will continue to lose the trust and support of the voters..."
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"This..." drawled the Chief, "... is getting to be a praaaahhhh-blmmmmm."
We were in the Chief's Conference Room for the Command Group meeting. Chief Moynahan was at the end of the table, with me to his left and Cindy to his right. The Chief was not happy about the situation with the Press.
"It's getting out of hand." said the Chief. "It's becoming a distraction for the Police Force, and for getting our jobs done. And... I'm not sure what to do about it. My first inclination would be to tell you, Don, to not speak to the Press any more, and for Captain Thompson to say we'll take no more questions on this paternity issue."
"But..." he added, seeing me about to respond, "I can't muzzle you from responding to the Media's viciously false attacks; that would not be fair to you. So... what do we doooo?"
"Chief," said the Deputy Chief, "I agree that the TCPD's official position should be to say no more about the paternity issue, and I would go farther: I'd say that we are not going to respond to Press inquiries about the Mullen investigation, that we shall remain silent while that process plays out."
"If the Media keeps up with their crap," I said, "I have a few ideas that might show them our lack of appreciation." I gave my ideas.
"That would be pouring gasoline on the fire, Don." Cindy said, of one of my ideas. "The other, I think might work well. But knowing the Press, they would then start attacking Teresa again."
"And speaking of Captain Croyle," said the Chief, changing the subject with a brilliant segue, "exactly what is going on in 1st Precinct?"
"Yes, you looked pretty upset this morning when you got her out of the coffee klatch," said Cindy, "and she wasn't at the Angels meeting."
"That's right." I said. "What happened is that Julia Rodriguez's application for a Detective position had holds put on it, by Precinct Captain Goodwin and Lieutenant Irwin. But worse, they actually blocked the email from going forward, and *that* is entirely unacceptable."
"Yezzzz, it most certainly izzz." said the Chief. "And when you're done with them, if they still work here, I want to have a few words with them myself. But it's your situation to handle, Don."
"Why did they do that?" Cindy asked.
"I suspect they feel she's indispensable to them." I said. "But It doesn't matter. Holding up an Officer from being promoted or making progress without a really good reason is unacceptable. It'd be like if I'd tried to stop your promotion, Cindy, just because it would inconvenience me to not have you as Captain of Detectives and I'd have to do work to get a replacement. My convenience, if it's not in the best interest of this Police Force, does not matter. And Irwin and Goodwin are about to find that out..."
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Meanwhile...
Robert Mullen was sitting in the office of A.G. Karl Handel. With them were U.S. Senator Samuel Russell, Lt. Governor Graham(nesty) Collins, and State House Chairman of the Ways and Means Committee, Wilson Hammonds (R - Pottsville).
"We were destroyed by Croyle." said Handel. "Her lawsuits, as well as her taping and exposing what the Independent State Counsel was doing, was absolutely devastating. Especially the State Supreme Court limiting the scope of the investigation."
"I'm going to ignore that ruling." said Mullen. "I'll force them to keep going back to Court, over and over and over again. They have to spend thousands in legal fees, while we have the backing and the purse of the State... not to mention my guys are paid a salary, so our costs don't go up like Troy's will."
"So," said Handel, "our attempt to force Croyle to give us something on Troy didn't work."
"That's because you and Mullen did a very poor job with that." said Russell. "You had no fucking clue about Croyle's contract with the County, and you didn't properly assess the Kearns lawsuit against Dean Allen when you sent him to do the job you failed to do."
"In fairness, Senator," said Handel, "it wasn't us that sent Dean Allen to do that. Not that I objected to the try. But by then we no longer had the legal leverage on Croyle."
"Okay, so now what?" asked Wilson Hammonds.
"We've got to act pretty fast, too." said Samuel Russell. "Troy is all over BigAgraFoods. I mean *all* over them. If Mitt Willis falls, it will be totally devastating to us Republicans at the national level."
"Hell, we've got problems at the State level, too." said Graham Collins. "The Governor is helping ICE crack down hard on undocumented workers in our State. If we don't get him out of the Governor's Mansion, and very, very soon, the U.S. Chamber of Commerce will begin giving their campaign dollars to... other candidates. They want results, and they don't like Val Jared standing in their way. They want him removed."
"Let's just bust Troy first." said Mullen. "And to answer Mr. Hammonds's question, here's what my office is going to do: the Press is doing an excellent job hammering Troy over the Patterson baby. Everything has gone well with that, except we didn't anticipate Troy's wife standing by him and admitting to their open relationship. It's also hurting Patterson, which is good. Between her and Judge Rodney K. Watts, we've got too many ni-... er, blacks being zealots about the law."
"The Press is going to begin chanting about Commander Troy's wife." continued Mullen. "And we're going to follow up by investigating *her* as we move in on *him*. And maybe we'll find some scurrilous finances on her part, or his through hers--- what?"
U.S. Senator Samuel Russell had stood up, and was now headed for the door. "You're an idiot, Mullen." he said. He then turned around to face Mullen, and said "You know, you told us he'd break if you went after Croyle. Willis even agreed to help you out with that. And now he's Troy's target, and the FBI's target, while Croyle is still in her office at Police Headquarters, eating doughnuts, and Troy as intransigent as ever."
"Yes, Senator," said A.G. Handel, "but this is Troy's wife we're concentrating on next."
"*Thou fool.*" said Russell, in the voice and form of a Biblical quotation. "You have no idea what you're getting into. I want no part of this." With that, he turned and left the office.
"What, does he have a crush on that bitch?" snarled Mullen. No one else in the room said anything.
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"This is Amber Harris at the KXTC Fox Two News Desk!" said the lovely athletic blonde at 12:00noon, Monday, July 9th. "We go to Bettina Wurtzburg with breaking news! Bettina!"
"Thank you, Amber!" Bettina said. "Fox Two News has just learned that Superior Court Judge Rodney K. Watts has issued a ruling squashing the Independent State Counsel's subpoena of Paulina Patterson's finances, as well as *all* financial data related to Police Commander Donald Troy's child support payments for Tasha Troy-Patterson!"
Bettina continued: "In the ruling, Judge Watts cited the recent State Supreme Court ruling that limits the scope of the Independent State Counsel's investigation. He said that Robert Mullen had not met the standard to show why Ms. Patterson's financial records are relevant to the investigation of Governor Jared. Judge Watts also said his examination of the child support documents show nothing that could be related to the ISE's investigation of Governor Jared, and that the documents and the child support payments are legal and proper in every way."
"Judge Watts further said he considered Mr. Mullen's subpoena of Ms. Patterson's financial records to be an 'improper intrusion' upon Paulina Patterson's political campaign, with no probable cause, and, once again, well outside the scope of the ISE's investigation." said Bettina. "Judge Watts again cited a State Supreme Court ruling: those against Commander Troy's attempts to investigate the finances of Citizens For Police Accountability. If Commander Troy's subpoenas were invalid, Watts ruled, then Mullen's subpoenas of Ms. Patterson are equally invalid, and for the same reasons."
**Part 11 - Going Righteous**
Meanwhile, as Robert Mullen was meeting with the State's corrupt Republican leadership, Captain Teresa Croyle was at 1st Precinct Headquarters and County Jail. And anyone who knew her, knew from the look on her face that 'Teresa Cunt' was in the House.
She came up to the Duty Desk. Behind the young rookie Patrol Officer, a fresh-faced boy that looked stunned to see a Police Captain coming up, was a desk loaded with files of paperwork. At the desk was Patrol Officer Julia Rodriguez. Teresa went behind the desk to Julia's desk.
"Ma'am!" Julia said, startled. She quickly rose to her feet, having been in the military and instinctively acting.
"At ease. Relax." Teresa said. "My goodness, Rodriguez, they're literally burying you in paperwork. What is *up* with this?"
"Captain Goodwin said they need this by the end of the month, ma'am." said Julia. "So I'm trying to get it done now, before new headlines hit."
Teresa shook her head in empathy, then said "Officer Rodriguez, did Commander Troy send you an email?"
"Yes ma'am." said Julia. "I sent him a copy of the application to his direct inbox like he requested, and also copies to the Chief and Captain Perlman, as he requested."
"Good." said Teresa. "Forward me a copy, too. Also, call Captain Goodwin and Lieutenant Irwin, and tell them I want to see them in the Conference Room immediately."
"They're already in there, ma'am." said Rodriguez. "They're meeting with the Sergeants."
"Good." said Teresa. "Don't call. I'll go see them now." With that, Teresa stalked out and down the hallway.
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Teresa rapped her knuckles on the door of the conference room three times in quick succession, then opened the door.
"What the--- oh." said Precinct Captain Goodwin. "Ma'am?"
"Everyone except Goodwin and Irwin, get out of here." Teresa ordered.
"Uh ma'am, we're meeting about----" said Goodwin. That was what the Iron Crowbar would call 'an error in judgement'.
"Did you not hear what I said?" Teresa snarled. When no one moved, she went off: "GET THE FUCK OUT! ALL OF YOU! NOW!" Fire had been lit under asses, and there was a huge scramble and race to the door. They left the door open, and Teresa took the opportunity to go to the door and **\*SLAM!\*** it shut as hard as she could.
"Is there a problem, ma'am?" Irwin asked, a question acknowledging the obvious.
"You damn straight, there is." Teresa said angrily. "I want to know why you not only put holds on Rodriquez's application for a Detective position, but actually blocked her email from going through."
"Why is that a problem, ma'am?" asked Goodwin. "We don't think she's ready to be a Detective."
"And she's too indispensable in her current position, ma'am." said Irwin.
"That's right, ma'am." said Goodwin. "We've had turnover, and I'm new here, also."
"In the first place," Teresa growled, "neither of you will ever make Detective yourselves. Have you not figured out why I'm here right now? And how I know about your blocking the emails?"
They both just stared at her, so she said "It is to your grave if not *terminal* misfortune that Commander Troy himself was *specifically* looking for her email application, and couldn't find it. Being the best Detective any of us will ever meet, he began investigating... and found the email to him had been blocked. An email *to the Police Commander*, of all people!"
Irwin groaned and looked down, his face showing the pain he was feeling. Goodwin was either not understanding, or was more defiant. Teresa made it clear:
"The holds are one thing," she said, "but blocking the email is a violation of Police Department policy. Blocking an email meant for Commander Troy is a violation of common sense. In addition, it could be grieved with the Union as an unlawful attempt to suppress Patrol Officer Rodriguez's opportunities for advancement under Federal EEO regulations."
"I'm sorry, ma'am." said Irwin. "You're right, I was wrong. What can I do to correct it?"
"Hold on." said Precinct Captain Goodwin. "With all due respect, ma'am, this is still my Precinct. Why can't I put a hold on one of my Officers if I think it's in the Precinct's best interest to do so?"
"And blocking the email?" Teresa asked.
"I admit that was a mistake on my part, ma'am." said PCpt. Goodwin.
"Yes it was." said Teresa. "And so serious a violation that it's a formal issue. As to Rodriguez's readiness to be a Detective, you can explain to Commander Troy himself why you think your judgement is better than his... when you receive your formal punishment from him personally, unless the Chief himself does it."
Irwin groaned again, understanding. Teresa said "In the meantime, I'd suggest you find a replacement for Patrol Officer Rodriguez. If there is one thing I have learned from six years of working with Commander Troy, it is that when he has made up his mind about something, it is a 'done deal'. I'll bet two months pay that Rodriguez will be a Detective on August 1st. So get your collective act together."
With that, she turned towards the door. "Gentlemen," she said, "I think you're lucky that you haven't been suspended without pay yet. I would strive very hard to keep 1st Precinct off Commander Troy's radar screen right now, if I were you." She opened the door and left, closing it hard behind her.
"Oh, geez." Irwin groaned, trying to remember how to breathe again.
"Is it that bad?" asked Goodwin. Irwin just glanced over at him.
"Worse." said Irwin. "Captain Croyle took it easy on us. Commander Troy... won't."
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"They are not giving up." said Captain Thompson. "They are demanding you appear at a press conference." He was talking to me, and the Media's demands were of me. We were in my office, and Cindy was in the room, also.
"Who do those people think they are?" Cindy said angrily, a scowl on her ruggedly pretty face.
"Any idea what they want from me?" I asked Thompson.
"I tried to find out, sir." he said. "Some of them are saying they want to ask about your upcoming appearance before the Independent State Counsel. Others say they want to ask about your effect on the Patterson and Griswold political campaigns.
I clasped my hands behind my head as I thought about it. "They are up to something." I said. "They are up to something. There's nothing really new out there... that *we* know of..." I was halfway in a reverie.
"Uh oh." Cindy said as she watched me, and I could feel her mental power reaching into my mind. I mentally swatted her probe away.
"Yes, Commander Ross," I said, "I'm going to walk into the trap."
"I *knew* it!" Cindy said, with a measure of disgust in her voice.
"But on my terms." I said. "Captain Thompson, I'm sure I heard Commander Ross suggest to you that Commander Troy has agreed to a press conference... but ONLY if it is broadcast live. We will be watching, and if it's not live or if they cut it off at any time, it's game over."
"I thought I heard myself say that, too, Damien." Cindy said agreeably. Thompson chuckled.
"Y'all go put that out there." I said. "I've got a couple of phone calls to make."
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The Press were arguing over chairs as their cameramen set up in the back of the Press Room at Police Headquarters. It was almost 2:00pm, still Monday, July 9th.
Tanya and Myron Milton were in Captain Thompson's office, which along with the Press Interview Room was off a hallway adjoining the Press Room. They were monitoring the various State channels. They saw them all go live to the press conference as 2:00pm struck.
"Thank you for coming." said Captain Thompson. "Commander Troy has agreed to give this live press conference, provided you are respectful and stay live on the air. He will make an opening statement, and then take questions, provided they are asked respectfully and one at a time. Ladies and gentlemen, the Police Commander... *and the Chief Emeritus.*"
Your Iron Crowbar walked into the room from the entrance at back, carrying Tasha. Behind me was the big surprise: Chief Griswold came in behind me, carrying Carole. The Media quietened down, not sure what to make of this.
We put the girls down on the floor of the podium, where they began playing with the dolls they'd brought in, and Chief Griswold sat down in a chair placed on the raised stage for him. Meanwhile, I took the podium.
"First of all," I said, "my lawyer is working with the Independent State Counsel to arrange a time for my appearance before them. It could be as early as this Wednesday, or it could be next week. Second, I am pleased with today's rulings in Superior Court, which reaffirmed the recent rulings of the State Supreme Court, especially with regard to the scope of the Independent State Counsel's investigation, and pushing back against Robert Mullen's attempts to unlawfully expand that scope. What are your questions concerning these issues? Priya."
"Commander," said Priya, "Will you take the Fifth when you appear before the Independent Counsel?"
"I don't plan to, but I have the right and reserve the right to do so if I feel I'm being railroaded by Mullen. Tim?" I said, pointing to Tim Sioban of KSB in the City.
Lester Holder interrupted: "Commander, do you think bringing those girls into this press conference will prevent us from demanding the truth from you?"
"You've never demanded the truth before." I said. "You'd rather me lie and tell you what you want to hear, to fit your propaganda narrative." I felt the energy of the Press revving up, and it was the energy of pure hatred. "Tim Sioban, did you have a question?"
"Commander," said Sioban, "your wife has stood by your side as this scandal broke, but do you really expect us to believe she's okay with you having a child by another woman?"
"Yes, since she said it, I expect you to believe it." I said. "And let me be clear: I understand you reporting on my parentage of Tasha; after all, Ms. Patterson is running for public office, and I'm part of the TCPD's leadership. But my wife is not running for anything. At all. So from this point on, I'm just going to tell you that any questions pertaining to my wife are out of line, irrelevant to this issue, and I will not answer them any longer. Bettina, what is your question?"
"Commander," interrupted Brian Jennings, "what is the point of bringing your illegitimate daughter to this press conference?"
"What makes her illegitimate?" I asked. "She's a real human being, as you Media propagandists always say about illegal immigrants when they're called 'illegal persons'. A bit hypocritical of you there, Mr. Jennings."
"Do you think you've saved Patterson or Griswold's campaigns," growled a visibly angry Lester Holder, who was black, "by acknowledging you fathered that halfbreed child?" There were gasps of total shock in the room. I looked at my iPhone on the podium. A text popped up, saying 'still live'.
"What did you just call my daughter?" I thundered at Holder.
"You heard me." Holder said, not backing down, his face an ugly snarl of hatred. "And you know that Ms. Patterson's campaign is dead because you are the father of that... illegitimate child."
"Er, 'dead'?" I said. "Why are you using that word? Are you threatening to kill my daughter? Like your colleague, *reporter* John Hardwood tried to murder my other daughter?"
"*Did* you murder Hardwood?" screamed out Brian Jennings.
"No." I said, and truthfully at that. "Now answer my question. Hardwood was a reporter, *just like you*, and tried to murder my daughter. Are you now threatening to murder my other daughter?"
The Press had fallen silent, their hatred of me palpable in the room. And then... it happened.
Carole had been playing with Tasha, and they'd been giggling. All of a sudden, Carole went 'righteous'. She looked out at the Press, then got up and faced them, crossed her little arms, and with a scowl shouted "Y'ALL BETTER LEAVE MY SIS-TER A-*LONE!!*"
A review of the DVR would show the Police Commander gaping at his daughter's words, totally dumbfounded. It would show Chief Griswold's mustaches twitching as merrily as I'd ever seen them twitch. Cindy Ross was suppressing laughter. Captain Thompson was amazed but very amused. And none of these adults had put Carole up to that, or at least would admit to it... she did it entirely on her own.
The Press was totally shocked into silence. They were being stared down by a four-year-old child with an attitude, prompting Chief Griswold to get up and say "Well! I think that's going to be the last word on the subject. Let's go, Crowbar, shall we?"
"Uh, yes sir." I said. We collected Carole and Tasha, Carole still staring angrily at the Press Pool, and we got on out of there and headed to my office. We had just witnessed something 'righteous', all right: this was the first time Carole had stood up to bullies attacking her little sister.
It would not be the last.
**Part 12 - Crossing The Line**
"This is Bettina Wurtzburg, KXTC Fox Two News!" said the redheaded reporterette at 7:00am, Tuesday, July 10th, from in front of the Courthouse complex on Courthouse Square. "Fox Two News is bringing continuing coverage of the legal battles surrounding the Independent State Counsel's Office!'
"In what *experts* are calling a shocking ruling," Bettina said, "Appellate Judge Leahy *upheld* Superior Court Judge Rodney K. Watts's rulings squashing subpoenas by Independent State Counsel Robert Mullen. Mullen has made an emergency appeal, citing that Watts should've recused himself from the Paulina Patterson subpoena, as he was the judge that had signed off on the Troy-Patterson child support papers in the first place."
"Leahy said that Watts's familiarity with the child support agreement papers actually made him better qualified to act on the subpoena." said Bettina. "Leahy also said that the recent State Supreme Court rulings strongly affected these recent subpoenas, and that Mr. Mullen had not sufficiently shown how Paulina Patterson's campaign for D.A. is relevant to past actions regarding Governor Jared."
"However," said Bettina, "Robert Mullen continues to issue subpoenas! He has subpoenaed the University for all records pertaining to Dr. Laura Fredricson, including all financial records, which would include her pay from all sources, and all Government grants! Robert Mullen has also subpoenaed Laura Fredricson's personal financial records, as well as a subpoena ordering her to appear before the Independent State Counsel to answer questions regarding Commander Troy's actions in investigating two women that brought credible claims of sexual harassment against Governor Val Jared!"
"State Attorney General Karl Handel supported the subpoenas," said Bettina, "insisting that Dr. Fredricson could have important knowledge of Commander Troy's actions in criminally charging Donna Rodman and Hillary Braselton after they made the sexual harassment claims against Governor Val Jared. The Attorney General says he expects the University to fully comply with the subpoenas."
"However," continued Bettina, "in a statement last night, University President Sidney P. Wellman vehemently stated that the University would *not* comply with the subpoenas, that Robert Mullen had again exceeded the scope of his authority as Independent State Counsel. Mike G. Todd, of the Madison & Ives Law Firm... again, *that's Mike G. Todd of the Madison & Ives Law Firm*... who is Commander Troy and now Dr. Fredricson's attorney, said the subpoena for Dr. Fredricson to appear before the Independent State Counsel is worthless because Dr. Fredricson is Commander Troy's wife, and cannot be compelled to testify against her husband..."
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"Oh my God." said Joanne Warner as we drank coffee in MCD and watched the broadcast. "That guy is out of control."
"Totally disrespecting the State Supreme Court rulings on scope." said Cindy Ross. "We just keep having to go back to Court, again and again and again and again..."
"And that's part of the plan." I said. "To financially drain all of us, while he uses State tax dollars and legal beagles that earn the same paltry salary no matter how much work they have to do."
"But beyond that, sir," said Joanne Warner, "to go after your wife like that, when it's obvious she cannot be compelled to testify against you. What the heck is he doing---- oh."
"Yes." I said simply, looking at Joanne. She had realized the threat... exposing Laura's career as a badass CIA Agent and ultimately a Deputy Director of the 'Company'.
"Is this retaliation for what your daughter did to the Press yesterday?" asked Teddy Parker.
"Noooo, I don't think so." I said. "I did try to warn the Press that my wife was off-limits, and they obviously did not heed those warnings. And yes, this clearly an orchestrated action between Robert Mullen, Karl Handel, and the deeply corrupt Mainstream Media."
Have I mentioned... that I have a deep and abiding hatred of the Press?
"What are you going to do?" Cindy asked, more fearful than anything else.
"It's war now." I replied, my face a mask of iron.
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After watching Priya's broadcast, which had nothing new regarding the major news of the day, we started the Angels meeting. Cindy was asked to stay at this one, as it involved Physical Properties, one of her assignments as Deputy Chief, and was delegated down to Captain Marc Aaron.
"Okayyyy." I said. "This weekend, MCD and Vice will be getting makeovers. Monitors will be installed at the ends of the room where they are against each other. So Joanne and Theo have to relocate to one of the long side walls."
"Looks like new Detectives coming in are a 'done deal'." said Tanya, her eyes sparkling with perkiness.
"Yes, it's going to happen." I said. "But only two new Detectives to come into MCD. One will be a transfer from Vice. Wanna tell the others who that is, Ms. Perlman?"
"Oh, we can wait until the Orange Order dinner." Tanya said with a big grin.
"Oh, you're going to be seeing 'green' in a minute, Tank or no Tank." Cindy warned, waving a green crowbar in Tanya's direction. I chuckled. Teresa, by way of contrast, stayed quiet.
"Okay, okay." said Tanya, still grinning. "I've talked to Mary, and we think Roy McGhillie is ready. And by that I mean Mary really does agree, and is not just being a yes-woman about it."
"And I agree, also." I said.
"So what are these monitors going to be like?" Tanya asked.
"Matrix of four high-resolution LED monitors, in a 2x2 square." replied Cindy. "They'll cover a big part of the upper wall. It'll be like having four monitors on a desk, and we can have different things on each monitor, or make them into one big-screen TV. Bettina will have never looked better in the morning."
"Oh, please... no." I said. "I couldn't handle that. But seriously, we can have four different channels on the four different monitors, and watch them at the same time. Or four different inputs from drones over the Town if we're doing an operation. It's gonna be awesome."
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"Okay, time for announcements!" said Tanya Perlman as she drove into MCD.
As taught by a former Boy Scout, the Detectives started it up: "Announcements, announcements, announce-ments! A horrible way to die, a horrible way to die, a horrible thing, to be talked to death, a horrible way to die! Announcements, announcements, announcements!"
"I love being back here." said Tanya with a grin. "Okay, they're going to put up new monitors on the wall... the end wall where Joanne and Theo are sitting. You guys can move behind Jerome, or on the near side, here."
"We'll sit behind Jerome." said Joanne, making the command decision quickly. Teddy Parker was in the corner, along the side wall, with Theo currently to his left. Jerome, his partner, had his desk facing Parkers. Bookcases would separate Jerome's backside from Joanne's, and Theo's desk would face Joanne's, as it did now on the side wall."
"Okay, you'll come in Monday morning and see the changes." Tanya said. "And these desks on the near side wall," she continued, meaning the wall that was against the hallway outside, "will have two new people on August 1st."
That created a sensation. "So it's a done deal, after all." said Theo with a grin. "That lunch Warner is buying me is going to taste all the better." Joanne looked sheepish, but not all that upset to have lost the bet.
"Who are we getting, ma'am?" asked Joanne. "Besides Julia Rodriguez?"
"We haven't formally decided yet!" Tanya exclaimed. "Why do you think she's the one."
"Ma'am," said Teddy Parker, not really looking up from his monitor on his desk as he spoke. "It was done deal when Commander Troy wanted you back here with us, and it is a done deal that Commander Troy wants Rodriguez as a new MCD Detective."
"Our only question," said Jerome Davis, "is who else they're going to bring in here. The pool is favoring Roy McGhillie, but Chris Purvis is running a close second."
"Time will tell on all that." said Tanya. "I do know that nothing is formalized, so keep the pool going..."
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Meanwhile, Carole and Jim had stayed at home with their grandmother Phyllis, with Cindy's mother Maggie there helping. Bowser was supervising the kids, happy to have them at home, and Buddy was supervising the adults. A Patrol cruiser was stationed at the entrance to the driveway, placed there by Captain Croyle in a show of power against the rabidly hostile Press.
Laura was in her office, and was glad she'd chosen to leave the kids at home. Campus Police had escorted her into the building, and they had violently shoved reporters out of the way to get her there. The reporters were blatantly abusing the restraining order against them, but they didn't give a damn about the law nor anything but their own agenda as they'd tried to physically crush Laura with sheer numbers, relentlessly shouting insulting questions about her marriage.
"God, they're awful." said Callie Carrington, who was in the office with Laura. "They don't care who they hurt. They work as hard as they can to destroy good people's reputations while telling us that criminals are the actual victims to be exalted, and then they try to physically harm people by shoving microphones in their faces."
"Or putting small children in warehouses packed with explosives." Laura said bitterly.
"Yeah." Callie said somberly, no smile on her beautiful face.
"You have no idea how much I despise the Press." Laura continued, spitting the words. "They'll gleefully expose national security secrets, expose our Agents and get them murdered, all in the name of 'the people have a right to know'. Then they whine about rendition programs that keep our soldiers alive... sheesh..." She was looking out the window, introspective. Callie said nothing, not disturbing Laura's reverie.
Some moments later, they heard noises outside. Shouts. Going to the window, Laura peeked out, then said "Turn on the building cams."
The cams revealed that a large number of young women, the majority of them with very short haircuts, had surrounded the Press and were chanting slogans about women's rights. Then they made way for their leader. To Laura and Callie's shock, they recognized the leader as State Senator Katherine Woodburn.
"And we women are sick and tired of being treated like animals!" Woodburn was shouting into microphones, some of them going to loudspeakers. "Dr. Fredricson's choices are her own to make, not Robert Mullen's or Val Jared's to make! Dr. Fredricson has done more for the liberation and freedom of women than Robert Mullen and Val Jared ever have or ever will!" The women roared loudly, especially upon hearing Val Jared's hated name.
"And Paulina Patterson has every right to have her child," screamed Woodburn, "and it's not Val Jared nor Robert Mullen's place to dictate with whom she has that child! Women should be free to make their *own* choices! We are tired of men telling us what we can and cannot do with our bodies!!" More roars of approval.
Joining Katherine Woodburn was the Town & County's iconic feminist, Councilwoman Malinda Adams. The University itself was technically in her District. Katherine handed her the microphone and she showed no compunction in blasting the Press as well as her favorite political targets: "Dr. Fredricson should not be the target of the Independent State Counsel's investigation! Val Jared is the misogynist! Val Jared wants you women to be thrown back into your homes, barefoot and pregnant! But he only wants you to get pregnant on *his* terms, not your own!"
The women in the crowd were chanting "Go to hell, Jared, go to hell!" Malinda was not finished:
"And when are you reporters going to start calling out Robert Mullen for delaying his investigation of Val Jared, while wasting time on one of the best friends women have ever had, Dr. Laura Fredricson?!" The women roared, and began chanting some more. The Media people began realizing that they were being surrounded, and that they might be in danger...
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"Yes, dear?" I said into my personal iPhone as I took Laura's call.
"Darling, are you watching television right now?" my wife said.
"No." I replied, resisting the temptation to say I was actually doing some work. I reached for the remote and turned the television on and to KSTD. The demonstration at the Psychology Building was in full blast mode. "Uh oh." I said.
"I don't think we're in any danger, darling." Laura said. "This is actually a pro-Laura demonstration. But the Press may be in some trouble. If these women were militant anarchists..."
"Well, they can always call the Campus Police." I said. "But if *you* are in any danger, I'll have the entire TCPD and half the State Patrol there instantly."
Laura said she'd call me back if things got worse, and we disconnected. Not being one to let things develop, I called Teresa.
"I'm on it, sir." she said. "We've got eight Patrol Cruisers right across the street, being discreet but watching. And the SWAT Team is putting on their gear. I'll deploy them to a standby position as soon as they're ready."
But our Officers were not needed. Someone in the Press got panicky and called the TCPD, who relayed the call to the Campus Police. The Campus Police, consisting of a few adult, professional Police Officers augmented by a number of fresh-faced college kids who wanted to be Police Officers one day, arrived on the scene. Katherine and Malinda had already left the scene, and the demonstration was dying down. The Campus Police escorted the Press to their vans, and helped them drive out of there.
Katherine Woodburn had left the rally... by going inside the Psychology Building. A moment later, she was shown into Dr. Fredricson's office.
"Senator." Laura said as she rose to her feet to greet her guest. "I have to admit surprise at your presence here."
"Yes, Doctor." said Katherine. "My reasons are actually more practical than political. Can we talk alone for a moment?"
"Oh... this is my research assistant, Callie Carrington." Laura said.
"*The* Callie Carrington?" Katherine said. "I mean... the one who guest-starred on 'Days of Promise'?"
Callie laughed, then flashed her beautiful smile. "I think my co-star Bowser stole that scene." she said. "But yes, I'm the one. I'm now a research assistant to the best sex professor in the world."
Laura said "Senator, if this is what I think it's about, then anything you say to me can be said before my assistant Callie. Her security clearance is higher than yours, if you get my drift. And please, have a seat."
Katherine nodded, and sat down in one of the chairs in front of Laura's desk, next to Callie. Katherine had heard of the 'two sofas' in Laura's office, and wanted no part of them... unless Dr. Fredricson's husband was fucking Katherine's cunt with his iron-hard cock...
Bringing herself back to the present, Katherine said "You're right. I was asked to... 'assist' the Federal Government in bringing pressure on Mullen to stop investigating you. There are people who believe his investigation is not in the best interests of our national security, and since I'm one of the few who know who you truly are, they came to me. They will also be speaking to Mullen directly."
"I appreciate that." Laura said. "I'm surprised more people don't know about my CIA career. My name and position in the Company was never a State secret." She wasn't kidding... some people's names with the CIA *are* a State secret. But I digress...
"Well, I didn't know your lovely young assistant was with the Company until just now." Katherine said. "The truth is... people don't pay attention to things. Mr. Mullen will be made to pay attention to some things, however, so we ask you to just keep quiet and let us handle it... in the interests of national security, of course."
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Some time later, as he reviewed files for his upcoming actions, Independent State Counsel Robert Mullen was shocked to see his door open, and more shocked to see who walked in. It was State Senator Katherine Woodburn.
"How did you get past my assistant?" Mullen said angrily.
"Oh, she's taking a late lunch." said Katherine. "I want to talk to you."
"And you couldn't make an appointment?" snarled Mullen.
"I could," replied Katherine, "but I don't think you're going to want this visit on your appointment books. I'm here about your subpoenas for Dr. Laura Fredricson."
"What about them?" said Mullen.
"You might want to consider... dropping them." said Katherine. "Dr. Fredricson is much more than just Commander Troy's wife. She is a friend of people at very high levels of Government... higher than both our pay grades put together."
"So what?" said Mullen. "Does that make her above the law?"
"In some ways... yes." said Katherine. "Seriously, you are not going to be allowed to subpoena her. You can't expect her to testify against her husband anyway, so there's no harm in conceding this one. Let it go. Forget about Laura Fredricson."
"Yeah, right." muttered Mullen. "I am afraid, Senator, that this meaningless conversation is taking time from my pursuit of justice... and the destruction of the Iron Crowbar you supposedly hate so much."
"Ah, you misconstrue my loyalties and loves." said Katherine. "One last time... drop the subpoenas against Fredricson... or find out what 'exterminate with extreme prejudice' truly means. I'll find my way out, as i found my way in." With that, Katherine left. It appeared that Mullen was an idiot, and would need his suppositions redirected.
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"Yes, dear." I said at 7:10pm, still Tuesday, July 10th. "I'll be home as soon as I run this errand. Got to meet a confidential informant... Oh yes, I'll have someone watching my back, Commander Ross... yes, ask Callie to have dinner with us, and I'll bring Cindy... okay, I love you. Bye."
I disconnected and put my personal iPhone back in its sleeve then into my pocket. "Okay," I said to Cindy, "are you ready to go?"
"Sure." Cindy said. "Any idea what this is about?"
"Some idea." I said. "I got a text from a burner phone, asking me to meet a person at Ronald Reagan Park, on the backside near the River... where we had the May Cialis crime scene and saw the Slender Man."
"He better not show up again." Cindy muttered.
"I don't think he will." With that, we left my office and went to my Police SUV. We drove out to Ronald Reagan Park. I used and abused my authority as Police Commander to drive where most vehicles are not permitted, and we parked near the disc golf teepad of the hole that paralleled the River on the north side of the hill of trees.
"There he is." I said, pointing to a figure sitting on a bench, overlooking the River about 100 feet north of us along the Riverwalk path. Cindy stayed with the vehicle while I walked up the path.
As I approached, I said "You wanted to see me, Mr. Hudson?" The man peered up at me, recognized me, then asked me to sit down.
Yes, it was Reed Hudson, the Conservative radio talk show host. He does not look like Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity. He was in his upper 30s, with very black hair and thick black plastic glasses. He looked 'not unlike' the character 'Moe Green' in the *Godfather* movie.
"Yes, Commander, thank you for coming." said Hudson. "I would've come to your office at the Police Station, but the Press watching the building would've seen me go in."
"It's fine." I said. "What's it all about?"
"As you know," said Hudson, "I have some moles within the Press Corps, some people who want honest journalism and are disillusioned by the mixture of agenda-driven dishonesty and corporatism-fueled greed that is the corrupt Media today. And I've gotten some information from them that I thought was urgent enough to need to pass along to you."
"Sure, and I appreciate it." I said. I looked around, seeing no one but Cindy in the distance. "Go ahead, tell me."
"The Press is going to begin a full, all-out, attack on your wife, beginning tomorrow morning." said Hudson. "The A.G. is laying the groundwork right now. It's all Republicans doing this, to get at you and to get at Jared. The Press is going to smear your wife's name like nothing you've ever seen. If you thought what they did to Paulina and you over your daughter was bad... as the saying goes 'you ain't seen nuthin' yet'."
"What particularly are they going to say?" I asked, very worried that the Press was going to bring up Laura's CIA past, her orders to terminate people with extreme prejudice, her authorizations of operations our Nation needed done but would shock people...
"They're going to smear her as the 'sex professor', question her morals, her integrity." said Hudson. "They're also going to begin attacking the University for defending her." He then dropped his voice and said "And if push comes to shove... and if you continue to hold out against Mullen, and it *will* come to that... then they're going to attack the University by exposing the Harlan-Gonzales scandal, and they're going to say your wife was personally behind the cover-up..."
***To be continued.*** | literotica |
Title: Invisible love at night by SkyFire
Tags: Action, Bondage, M/F, NC, Pregnancy, Rape, Wolf
Disclaimer: This story is intended to be viewed by people over the age of 18. I there for take no responsibility for anything bad that happens to the life of a Minor if they read this. The Thoughts and Opinions of characters may not be my own opinions. This story contains sexual and adult themes and so on. Do not read if you are under the age of 18. Also, the characters mentioned in this story are © to their players and are used with granted permission.
Her name is Sun Chaser, and there she sat, all alone on that late night, her head on her arms, resting against the bar counter. She was a 23 year old wolf anthro and had a voluptuous body that would make most professional models growl and turn green with envy. Her short silky soft sapphire blue fur smelt faintly of wild flowers thanks to her perfume she was wearing, Moon yellow fur stretched from her lower face, down her neck and chest, moving in between her legs. She had a small patch of yellow on the tip of her ears as well. And a circle of yellow around her right eye. She also had long blue hair, which fell down around her neck and shoulders right now she was dressed in a light red tube top, with her bra straps showing over her shoulders. And hip hugging blue denim jeans with a belt strung low over her left thigh as well as Roman sandals. She wore no make up tonight; not that she needed any to look stunning. The lonely she wolf played with her wedding ring idly as the bar keeper, A friendly Clydesdale stallion brought her the small scotch on the rocks she had requested.
"Thank you Charley" Chase smiled, looking up at the well built Clydesdale, he had rough yet snugly dark chocolate brown fur, and was obviously muscular. A long mane of brown hair fell down the back of his long neck, and his light brown eyes seemed to smile to Chase along with his mouth. "Just doing my job Mrs Chaser" he smiled. Reaching down, he gave her wedding ring hand a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure Steel is all right, he'll be back in your arms again before you know it... stay strong." Chase managed a weak smile, "thanks Charley, I know I'll see my Steel again soon, but all this waiting without word of him is hard" she sighs softly, taking a sip from her drink. Charley nodded, then looked up, there was a customer down the other side of the bar, he let go of Chase's hand and walked down the bar to see what the new customer, a young rabbit anthro, from the looks of him, just turned 18, wanted to drink. Chase sighed to herself again, reflecting back on the past 7 months, before her Husband Steel Claw had left to the latest war in this conflict addled world. Sided with King Kal's Dessert Army
Charley's right Chase thought to herself Just because I haven't heard from steel yet doesn't mean he's not perfectly fine. She sighs once again, truly a lonely she-wolf; Chase takes another sip from her glass while staring blankly into space. She was still staring straight ahead when she was approached by a skunk. She first became aware of him when his hand clasped down on her left shoulder before he promptly sat down next to her. "Hi there" he smiles, his voice was soft, and very friendly. Chase looked him up and down for a moment. This guy was nothing too special His silky black fur looked brushed and well cared for. He had hazel eyes which she caught exploring her own body. And he was more lean and lanky than having any real muscle to him. His tail, which was nearly as big as he was, was curled up behind him a little. The characteristic big white stripe running from tail base to the tip. "My names Sora, may I ask what such a beautiful woman is doing all by herself in a bar?"
Chase grinned a little despite herself, but it wasn't a grin from anything funny. She had heard this same beginning line so many times in the last week that it wasn't even funny. "Save yourself some time" she warns him softly, raising her hand so he could see the wedding ring she wore. "I'm taken, better luck next time." "Oh" Sora was suddenly sprouting a very bright shade of Crimson on his cheeks, "I'm... I'm" he stuttered. But Chase just rested a hand on his shoulder. "First off lover boy, learn some new pick up lines and second. Make sure the girls aren't wearing wedding rings before making your move" she moved her hand up and lightly flicked the bottom of his chin with her finger before standing, she walked away down the bar to the cash register to pay for her drinks. After doing so she headed outside into the cool winter night's air her breath caught in her throat for a moment, it was much colder than she had thought it would be. Even though her clothes the cool air made her nipples perk. "Brrrrr" she muttered to herself. Rubbing her arms to warm them up before she started walking back towards her house.
Before she had even gotten two blocks away from the pub the black clouds which were hanging over the city unleased their downpour of rain, within minutes she was completely soaked. Her cloths and fur stuck to her form, making her look quite literally like a wet wolf. With a miserable growl, Chase started running, keeping under the over hangs of the shops and buildings, trying to avoid the rain were ever possible. But it was inevitable by the time she had arrived at the front door; she could not have been wetter. Now the house itself was quite grand, a good two story deal with a single room on the third story for their Oldest son. Chase fumbled in her pockets for the key and unlocked the door, heading inside were she thankfully found it nice and warm. Apparently the pups had turned the heating system on to keep warm.
"MOMMEY!" came the high pitched happy yelp of one of her pups. A blue streak wooshed past her field of vision before she was glomped. It was her oldest daughter, Star Shine; She was a beautiful 9 year old girl with light blue fur just like her mother. And black markings on her feet and hands, as well as one covering her left eye. She also had gotten her father's feathery wings. Which were also blue with black markings. "Mommy, mommy, mommy" Star giggles, hugging Chase's leg happily. Chase knelt down and hugged her daughter. "Hi there Baby, what are you still doing up this late?" she grins. "Not eating cookies and watching TV I hope?" she asks, despite the fact that the sound of the family's TV could be heard from the lounge.
"Nooo" Star giggles. "But Flame is" she tattles, letting go of her mothers leg. "Well I think its about time both of you went up to bed," Chase says, standing up again and taking star's hand. Walking with her into the lounge were she saw not only Blue Flame, her second oldest son, but also her oldest, Demon, and her two daughters Senshi and Fairy. All four were scarfing down Chocolate chip cookies, drinking Milo and watching the cartoon network. "Ahem" coughed Chase, causing the pups to look up. Their eyes widening in surprise when they saw their mother. Soaking wet and not looking all too pleased, standing there in the doorway with Star. "Right you lot, bed time" Chase said simply.
The pups leaped up. "Every Wolf for himself" Demon, who was the spitting, image of his farther. A pure black wolf with red and orange fire markings on his arms, legs, the tip of his tail, his ears and the top and bottom of his wings yelled. The four remaining pups rushed past Chase and out various other doors as well, trying to make a bid for freedom rather than go quietly to bed.
Chase shivered, she had the feeling somebody was watching her, and looked around the room silently for a second, but saw nothing so she shrugged it off and took Star, who was still holding her hand, to go and round up the other Pups and take them up to bed. As she left the room, invisible eyes watched her depart.
Chase spent the next hour rounding up the four remaining Pups, who managed to elude her quite successfully for quite a while. Each of them finding very ingenious places to hide. Demon had shoved himself inside the clothes drier to hide, and it had taken some pulling to get him out, followed by some quite serious Scolding by Chase for hiding in such a silly place. (The Author would like to take a moment to remind everybody that it is a very foolish idea to ever hide in a drier)
Flame was hiding up on the ceiling, his wings keeping him adrift as he held a loose but big piece of wallpaper over him to try though poorly to hide himself. He was soon 'captured' and tucked into bed. Next followed Senshi who being the youngest had tried hiding in her pile of soft toys in her room. Likewise she was quickly rounded up, But fairy was proving challenging to find. She was the sneakiest of the group. But eventually she to was tracked down by her mother and layed down to sleep in her bed.
Chase kissed each of her children goodnight on the forehead and turned their lights out. Leaving nightlights on in the case of Senshi and Fairy who were both still young enough to need them. Chase though still dripping wet from being caught out in the rain on her walk back from the bar read them all bedtime stories as well before closing their bedroom doors and heading upstairs towards the bathroom. Totally unaware of the presence from the TV lounge following her silently up the stairs.
She made her way into the large white tiled bathroom, it had everything in there, a shower, with a clear glass door, a bathtub, a sink, a toilet, a heater and a heated towel rack, as well as a laundry hamper. Chase looked around and ran a hand through her long blue wet hair and moved to close the door behind her. But turned right around when she felt something brush past her. Alert now, she looked around and sniffed for any trace of a scent, but could smell nothing. Assuming she was just tired. Chase closed the door and locked it. Unwittingly sharing the bathroom now. She walked over to the shower and lay down a foot bath mat on the floor by the shower door, and turned it on. Testing the water with her arm she smiled a little. The hot water felt good on her wrist. She walked over to the laundry Hamper and lifted up the red tube top, letting her bra show. She tossed it into the hamper then reached behind her to unclasp her bra, letting the confining fabric fall down off her voluptuous breasts, the nipples now hidden once again in the soft silky fur.
Chase murred slightly, it felt good to be free of that thing, she then bends over, letting her breasts hang free as she unbuckles the jeans she wore and slides them down her legs, revealing light pink panties with a picture of a love heart on the rump. She tosses her jeans into the hamper and kicks off her sandals too before she hocked her fingers into the elastic of her panties and slid them down. Still bent over she murred when she felt the refreshing little breeze of air over her tight sex. A faint murr escaped her as she remembered the many times she and Steel had taken showers like this, and her naughty posing style of taking off her clothes had usually resulted in him thrusting his hot thick throbbing wolfey love probe inside of her. Chase Trembled for a moment, oh god how she missed Steel.
Naked now, Chase straightened up again and headed to the shower, stepping in, she closed the clear glass shower door and moved her head under the shower nozzle. Letting the warm water run down through her hair and fur, warming her considerably. "Mmmhmmm" she murrs happily, tilting her head up so that the warm water splashed down onto her face, washing away the eye liner and lipstick she had been wearing.
A light growl came from somewhere in the room and Chase's eyes bolted open in surprise. She opens the shower door and looks around. But still there was nothing in the bathroom. Which was beginning to fill with steam. She looked over at the door. But it was still locked. My imagination she thought to herself before pulling her head back in and closing the shower door. The presence which was watching her from nearby mentally beat itself up for nearly alerting her to its presence.
Chase went back to under the shower nozzle. Turning around, she pushes her body against the cool wall of the shower. Murmuring softly as her breasts and nipples squish up a bit. The warm water flowed down her lower back, over her tail and down in between her firm taught rump cheeks. Once her fur was appropriately soaked, Chase turned around and held her head under the nozzle so her hair would get wet again. Then she took the shampoo from its shelf and squirted out a decent amount onto her hand. And started lathering up her long blue hair with it. Her fingers running through her silken locks until her hair was completely white and bubbly. She could feel the tingling of the conditioner working on her scalp.
Loosing herself in the task at hand, Chase worked Diligently. Applying facial fur moisturiser and rubbing in a full body wash with added vitamins and minerals for a strong luscious coat. Until to the invisible presence. All she looked like through the steam fogged up glass door of the shower, was simply a mass of white bubbles. Working their goodness into her fur and cleaning away the scent of cigarette smoke she had picked up from being in the pub.
Chase turned off the stream of water from the shower nozzle and sat down on the floor of the shower. Deciding to wait a while and allow the body washes, and moisturiser's and shampoo's time to do their work properly. She sighs a happy sigh to herself and spreads her legs. Moving her soapy fingers down to lightly stroke up and down over her most precious jewel. Foamy fingers tracing along the outer petals as one hand moves up to grope and roll her breast. Teasing her own nipple as she closes her eyes and imagines her mate there teasing her. "MMMM ohhh Steel" she pants softly.
Working herself into a heated frenzy, Chase soon felt herself floating away from the scene she was in. All her mind knew was the pleasure that she was giving her body. Minutes upon minutes of erotic ecstasy before she shuddered. Freeze for a moment with her fingers still inside her love tunnel. Before they got coated in her slick love honey. Her juices flowing out of her and down the drain of the shower as she sat there panting. Her breath coming loud deep gasps while she came down from her orgasm.
Finally, but much too soon for Chase. She had to stand up again. Turning on the shower once again she started washing her form of the cleaning scrubs and fur moisturisers. Murring as the water cleansed her fur and matted it down on her skin, showing even more of her curves than normal. \*God I miss him\* she thinks to herself with an audible sigh. \*Steel, come back to me soon baby\* Turning off the water when she was clean, Chase opens up the sliding glass door of the shower and steps out onto the soft woollen floor mat and reaches for a towel. She covers her face and starts to dry off her head and hair when suddenly she felt what felt like a soft tongue caress her right nipple. Jolting up she glances around. Feeling her breasts as if to make sure nothing was there. But she felt nothing but her own fur and skin. "Your just tired" she told herself, shaking her head she went back to drying off.
Soon dry, she pulls on a short pink dressing gown, it berley reached down to her upper thighs. Leaving it untied so that the fabric berley covered her breasts and didn't hide the rest of her body she moves to the sink and starts brushing her teeth. She didn't feel anything else weird happening to her body. So after an uneventful teeth brushing she opens up the bathroom door, letting the steam which had built up from her shower rush out into the passageway. Walking out she headed back to hers and Steel's bedroom, walking in she goes and turns the heater on and then walks back to close the door. Unaware of the presence following her and entering the room. Nor of it moving over to her chest of draws and mirror. Waiting for her to get there. Chase moved over and sat down on the seat in front of her mirror. Letting the dressing gown fall away from her breasts, revealing them once more she takes her hairbrush and starts combing her hair while humming to herself. The Mirror positioned so she got a good view of her head. But suddenly right before her, it pointed down to get a good view of her breasts.
She didn't think much of it, because the mirror was old and not very stable on its positional base. She reaches up and pushes it back into the right position. Pulling her hand back at once. She thought she had felt a furry hand resting on the hinge of the mirror. Timidly putting her hand back on it she didn't feel anything and moved the mirror up. "I really need some sleep," she says to herself, finishing up brushing her hair she stands up and walks over to the bedside table. Opening up the draw and pulling out her doctor prescribed sleeping pills. She had been having nightmares lately and these helped to keep her in a deep sleep while surprising her dreams so she could get some good rest. A drink bottle was waiting on the bedside table so she popped two sleeping pills out of the packaging and plopped them in her mouth. Taking a swig of water from the drink bottle she lets her dressing gown slip off and gets dressed in a pair of her mates boxers, which featured a super cute little chibey puppy dog trapped in a love heart on the left thigh. And a white baggy t-shirt that had a large paw print over the breasts. She yawns and pulls back the covers. Climbing into bed she lets her head hit the pillow and is almost immediately asleep.
The presence which had been watching her from beside her bedside table was not stupid. Rubbing its hands together gleefully at what easy prey it had found. But being smart enough to not rush in and use her. It would wait long enough for her to fully drift off to sleep. Soon though the sound of gentle breathing filled the room and it knew. It was time. Moving forward, it made not a sound on the soft carpet, but it did leave indents of foot paws as it travelled towards the bed. A gentle murr sounding from it in the other wise quiet room. Moving up beside her, the sheets would indent as it grabbed them. Slowly pulling the fabric down Chase's body and past her feet. Exposing the sleeping she wolf. Its next move was to crouch down on the floor. \*Excellent\* it thinks to itself as it finds what it was seeking. A box of kinky fetish toys. Mostly wrist and ankle cuffs that Chase and Steel would use in their bondage moods. Pulling the box out, the sound of clinking metal could be heard as two wrist cuffs rose into the air apparently on their own. Making their way over to chase. They rested down on the bed and chase's right arm suddenly raises of its own accord. Moving up to the right bedpost. One of the cuffs raises and moves over. Snapping shut around her wrist, the other half secures itself to the bedpost. The process is repeated with her left arm. For a moment nothing moves, except for the t-shirt, which contained Chase's chest, rising and falling with her steady breathing until her boxes begin to move.
Slowly invisible hands pull down the fabric, exposing the she wolf's flower, with its delicate petals. The boxers move down past her feet and are tossed aside. The warm air of the room on Chase's sex causes her to murr softly. As two more cuffs rise up from the box of sex toys. Ankle cuffs this time. Chase's left leg is spread away from her right. Being fastened in place to the bottom left post on the bed. Then the same thing done to her right. Exposing her fully to whatever plans this invisible creature had in mind. What ever it was that was doing this to her, it moved up to rest near her head. Poking its invisible penis against her lips. Slowly the sleeping Chase would unwittingly open her mouth to accept the love probe. The creature seises its chance and pushes it down into her mouth. To anybody looking on it would appear that her mouth was just open, but the shape of a penis was evident pushing against her cheeks. "Mmmhmmmm" a deep throaty voice murred as Chase began to suck in her sleep. The unconscious she wolf's tongue lightly curling around and lapping at the cum slit on this penis. The creature would growl happily again and lightly begin to thrust into her lips. Making her head push back down against the pillows as she was forced to deep throat him. Her sucking and sleeping blowjob continued until it at last pulled out. Creaming white, hot splooge which apparently appeared out of no were. Gushing into her mouth and over her chin and neck. Her body plastered with the scent of an unknown male now. It growled. Satisfied with the foreplay.
Picking up one finial item from the sex box. A red ball gag. The invisible male quickly fastens it in Chase's mouth so she won't be able to make much noise. "Perfect" came that deep voice once again. Moving its head down to lightly nose her right nipple through her shirt. The fabric is lifted up slightly over her body and begins to tear. The loud ripping sound filling the room until the shirt was just tatters on the bed. The Creature lowers its maw down to her nipple again. Puffing some warm breath on it, causing Chase to gasp slightly as the nipple perked. A warm tongue soon followed and began lightly licking up and down the teat. Followed by lips, which started to suckle on it. Causing her whole breast to start vibrating slightly. More gentle but muffled murring escapes from the gag Chase had in her mouth. And though she moved slightly in her chains she didn't wake. The effect of the sleeping pills she had earlier taken. The creature brought its hand up to her spare breast and started to grope the firm fleshy orb. Rolling it in his palm and squeezing the nipple between its forefinger and thumb. Getting her to push her chest up into his hands while she slept. \*The perfect puppet\* It thinks to itself as the breast playing continues. Even with the effect of the sleeping pills drugging her, the attention to her sensitive breasts was beginning to make Chase stir, wriggling a bit and murring slightly louder under the attention. She thought she was dreaming about Steel doing it with her. The power of its lips sucking on her nipple increased. As did the force of the groping. Soon pulling its head back completely to just fondle her breasts roughly. Pushing its invisible cock in between them it makes her tit fuck him. Thrusting forward against her. The tip of the rod hitting her chin and causing her to lazily open her eyes.
\*What's going on?\* was the first thought which crossed Chase's mind when she groggily awoke. Her mind still not fully awake thanks to the drugs. She felt something hit her chin and looked down. Seeing her breasts being pushed around an empty space, but she could feel something warm and throbbing there. Gasping, Chase struggles to sit up but finds herself chained down. Her ears folding back in fear as she tries to speak. But finds her self gagged too. The thrusting of the invisible penis continues and so do Chase's struggles against what ever was doing this. The feeling of a thick and obviously long manhood in between her breasts frightened her. \*Raped, I'm being raped\* she thinks to herself. Terrified. But she couldn't see anybody. And that scared her even more. Suddenly her body jolted against the headboard. Whatever it was doing this to her. Had thrust forward with a strong amount of force. Pushing her up towards her chained arms. Chase was too shocked for tears, and the beast could tell she was awake.
"Oh your going to enjoy this my slutty little bitch" came the strong throaty voice of the creature. "I'm going to fufill your burning sexual desires and claim you as my own." The voice was taunting in the way it spoke to her. But suddenly the pressure of her breasts being held together was released and the member left the space in between. \*LEAVE ME ALONE\* she tries to scream, but the gag halted it to berley more than a few muffled nothings. What felt like a wet tongue licked up her cheek. Causing her to flinch and turn her head to the side. "Go ahead, try to fight. It'll make it all the better once you submit to me girl" came the voice again. With that, chase feels the weight of the creature move off of her. And two more objects rise out of the play box. Her eyes widen in horror. The first was a muzzle, but this one had a dildo attached on the inside. For fitting into her mouth while gagged. And the second was a vibrating butt plug.
By now Chase was causing the hand and leg cuffs to rattle as she struggled violently to escape, her adrenalin washing away all traces of the sleep aid medication from her system, but she could do nothing but watch helplessly while the but plug moved forward. Something that felt like a hand brushed her tail away, which had been coving her privates in an attempt to keep her modesty. Again a powerful but invisible hand gripped her hips. The fur and skin indenting to her vision in the shape a hand, and then she was lifted. The un-lubed butt plug was thrust forward with un-natural accuracy, penetrating her clenched tail hole with a single thrust. Pain shot through her, but she hastily blinked back tears. Not wanting to give whatever was doing this to her, the satisfaction of knowing she was in pain. A humming fills the air and a faint gasp makes its way out of the gag. The vibrating butt plug had been turned on, her sore tail hole was not ready for this and she thrashes her head from side to side, wanting it to stop. Next the new facemask approaches her. The dildo mouthpart positions itself right in front of her mouth as the straps on the ball gag come undone. The ball gag is wrenched out of her mouth, and the dildo shoved in so to not give her any time to scream.
The straps were done up on the new gag. Stifling her speech even more now as all she could do was lightly suck on the dildo gag, still trying to pull her hips away from the vibrating plug in her ass, though her nipples were perking, she found it frightening and not the least bit erotic in any way. \*Please, let me go\* she begged with her eyes. But her fearful and begging gaze went unanswered. She could see the indents in the bed's matrass as something heavy moved on it and up towards her. Chase wriggled and struggled but to no avail. Her legs were pushed open even further and she could feel something push against the entrance to her cunt. Tearing now she whimpers and tries to shout and scream stop at her rapist but still berley any noise at all escapes her mouth The throbbing invisible penis dips into her honey pot, earning a gasp from Chase. This creature was huge. With a mighty thrust, the creature slams its penis deep into chase and starts rhythmically pounding away into her.
Helpless against this powerful invader of her body, Chase does her best to resist, but soon, against her will, her body began to respond to the unwanted attention. Her hips thrusting back against the soft fur of the invisible attacker. But no matter what she did, she heard no noise come from this beast. Panting around the dildo in her mouth now, Chase's breasts start to move again. She could feel strong hands groping them, and a warm tongue lapping at her nipple. A loud groan escapes her before her body is forced into orgasm.
Throwing her head back and nearly howling through the mouthpiece in pleasure, her body wrecked with lustful feelings on the physical level she almost didn't notice when the thrusting resumed again. Her eyes glazing over as she slowly got used to the rhythm of this thick invisible cock inside her. Grunting when she felt her lips stretching again. A knot was being forced into her. It was gigantic; the size of it hurt and felt like her pussy was going to tear. The thrusts inside her got more erratic now, powerful attempts to tug out and push in, she could tell that he, what ever he was getting closer to his pleasure peak. A deep growl sounds out of no were, coming roughly from some where above Chase's breasts, scaring her and then her eyes open wide. She could feel cum filling her pussy. Squeezing her eyes shut she sinks her teeth into the thick rubber dildo and tries to clench her pussy shut to block off the cum. But to no avail, she feels it seeping into her fertile womb. Crying once again now she turns her head to the side and closes her eyes, wishing for this horrible nightmare to finally end.
"Mum!" came a familiar voice. Chase opened her eyes to see sunlight streaming in through the open curtains of her bedroom. Her son Flame standing beside her bed. His small hands on her shoulder, shaking her awake. "Mum wake up" he says again. "Urhhhh" Chase groans as she sits up. Yelping in surprise when she finds herself naked in bed quickly pulling the sheets up over her body. "Flame what is it?" she asks him quickly.
"Its breakfast time Mum, were all hungry" he says. Tugging on her hand like any child would do. "All right Honey" Chase says softly, smiling to her son. "I'll be down in a minute to cook you breakfast, just go wait for me at the kitchen table all right?" Flame nods and smiles, rushing out of the room. When he was gone, Chase got up out of bed, letting the covers fall down. She gasped. Her stomach was swollen a little. She defiantly looked rounder than she had when she went to bed last night. Whimpering, she covered her mouth and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. \*What's happened to me\*? She wonders fearfully to herself.
The End? | FSE |
Title: Krystal and Chase: Evacuation P3 by Cadpigv2
Tags: Fanfiction, Female, Fox, Krystal, Male, Starfox, Story Progression, Vulpine
Krystal and Chase: Evacuation
Part three: The Storm
Glancing back, Chase saw that the transports had just exited the planets gravitational field. In a few minutes, they might be able to jump into a rift to reach safety. But as he looked back at the swarm of enemies rapidly approaching them, he knew exactly what the outcome would be if the escorts couldn't hold them off. "ETA five seconds." Jennifer stated. "Try not to get noticed." Delta advised, "If they spot us first, we'll be the main threat. Let the escorts take most of the flak for now." Chase heard Dark growl quietly over the headset in her helmet, "Alright, stay low and tight. We need to take out the warp core and main mass driver. If we still have time, we'll hit the bridge with everything we've got." "Roger that." Chase replied. But the enemy was already all too aware of their presence. Within a split second of Dark telling them to stay tight, the fighters opened fire. Green streaks of energy raced past the team. As Chase rolled to avoid the enemy fire, a flash of light appeared from under his craft. One of the Shaker missiles had launched from its clasp and was currently locked onto the heat signature of one of the attacking ships. Within a few seconds, the missile impacted the fighter, tearing through the body of the craft and detonating in a brilliant show of explosive force. "Ok, subtlety is not going to work." Delta stated, "Orders?" "Attack force form up on me." Dark ordered, "We're going in." Within seconds, another team of five Phoenix interceptors, three groups of five Caliber heavy assault crafts, and six teams of four Dark Eagles were following the three. Jennifer opened the channels to all of the teams with them. "I hope you have a plan Dark." One of the leaders said as the gray ships sped by on all sides. "Blaze through and try to save ammo." Dark replied, "We have to reach the engines at the back of that thing." "Where else would the engines be?" Another asked. A few of the remaining squadrons chuckled before Dark growled, "Cut the funny stuff. We do enough damage to the engines and that should disable the core. Once that's down, this thing isn't going anywhere and the remaining guns can do the rest." Glancing at the radar, Chase noticed that most of the enemy fleet was attacking the transports. But as he glanced back at the fighting, the fox smiled. The mercenaries and few remaining pilots who hadn't left already were giving the enemy hell. Small explosions blossomed here and there, lasting for a few seconds before fading into nothing. But one by one the transports began to glow a soft blue near their engines. It would be a few minutes before they could jump. "Guess they really didn't like the transports." Delta noted, "Are there any attacking us?" "Doesn't look like it." Chase replied, "We're clear." "Waypoint established." A voice said in his ear, "ETA to threat, ten seconds." "Thanks Jenny." Chase acknowledged. "I'm here to assist." The AI replied, a slight smugness to her voice. The black vessel loomed ahead of them. As they drew closer, Chase couldn't help but let out a quiet curse. The enemy flagship was huge. Bigger than anything Chase had attacked before. If the boomerang shaped vessel had been straightened out, it would have easily dwarfed the main hub of the corporation, a series of three, four-to-five hundred story skyscrapers. Chase guessed the flagship was about three times that size in its length, but the height of the vessel was about the same size as the buildings. "Oh hell." One of the pilots said, "That's a lot of flagship." "No kidding." Another replied, "And they expect us to destroy it?" "Not destroy, just cripple." Chase replied, "We'd need a series of orbital defense cannons to take that thing down." "Just cripple? That'll make things a whole lot easier." A third pilot replied wit ha sarcastic tone. "You know, the less sarcastic you are the more we can get done." Dark snapped, "We'll head around the left flank." With a sudden burst of power to the thrusters, Dark, Delta, and Chase lead the attack force into the belly of the beast. As they raced around the side of the flagship, several hundred turrets made their presence known. As turret after turret rose from the craft, they began opening fire. The brilliant red beams streaked by, Chase was forced to dodge and weave between the fire with the others, all while trying to stay somewhat in formation. "Evasive action!" Dark yelled, "Get away from that fire." "Get away from it, what a great plan." Chase thought as he rolled to avoid another burst of turret fire as it shot just over his canopy, "I should have thought of that." As the attacking crafts moved towards the engines, they began to open fire, lighting the ship with tiny explosions from the turrets that were being destroyed. Suddenly, a turret clipped one of the Calibers. As sparks shot from its destroyed wing, it lost control and slammed into the turret, exploding on impact. Then another was taken out when it ran into debris from a turret that had exploded seconds before. As the team advanced, more and more turrets popped up from their positions in the ship. Chase dodged to the right to avoid a shot that passed by the canopy. Another shot dug into his shields. Two more took them down. Once it had, Jennifer confirmed the shield loss. "My shields are gone!" Chase yelled. "Just a little further." Delta replied, "Hold it together Chase." As the team sped around the side of the vessel, Chase noticed something unusual. A box-like structure near the top of the flagship. "Jenny, what's that box?" Chase asked as he rolled again to avoid the ever firing turrets. "Scans indicate that it controls the defense turret grid on this side of the enemy flagship." The wolf replied, "Destroying it might be a good option." "Dark, we need to take that thing out." Chase stated over the com. "On it." The panther replied, "Gammas Six and Seven, take out that control box." "We're on it ma`am." The pilots replied, breaking off from the rest of the group. The two Dark Eagles opened fire at the box near the top of the ship, launching two small Shaker missiles towards it while pummeling it with gauss rounds. The external power source to the turrets exploded, sending a chain reaction of detonations through the turrets it controlled. Unfortunately, one of the Caliber crafts wasn't quick enough to evade the explosion near him. The force of the explosion sent him into the side of another Caliber. The two were locked by their wings and collided with a large piece of debris from the now destroy turret system. Chase heard Dark sighing over the channel, "Well that could have gone a lot better." "At least they stopped firing." Delta replied, "And the engines are dead ahead." Suddenly, Jennifer popped up on Chase's HUD, "The enemy crafts have destroyed two of our transports and are on route to attack. ETA fifteen seconds and counting." Chase cursed, "Dark, you hear that?" "Yeah, my AI's picked them up as well Ronin." The panther replied, "Take a couple of the Dark Eagles and bring them down." "Roger that." Chase replied. After falling back with a group of Dark Eagles, Chase raced to meet the fighters that had decided to attack. When Jennifer stated that the ETA was now two seconds, his fingers touched the throttle and triggers. Speeding up, the crafts opened fire. Lasers tore into one of the enemy crafts and it fell, flames trailing it before it exploded miles below. The others broke off from their strike teams and opened fire, coming from all directions at once. Chase flipped sideways and turned back to face the crafts that had blown by. As he did, a missile shot from under the Phoenix, ripping into the back end of one of the enemy fighters. The Dark Eagles opened fire, sending two more fighters down. As the last fighter turned and began to return fire, a third missile left its spot under the wing of a Dark Eagle, embedding itself in the enemy ship. Half a second later, the ship exploded. With their attack finished, the small force returned to the rest of the squad, which was just releasing their payload onto the engines. They peeled away quickly and the ensuing blast crippled the engines, but didn't destroy them. The Calibers came around for a second attempt, releasing several dark colored missiles with a sinister looking red tail. Ultima missiles! The ensuing destruction forced the warp core within the flagship to shutdown as the engines overheated and detonated. Without it, the enemy vessel was not going to be escaping anytime soon. One of the engines overheated and exploded, a brilliant blossom of destructive power off the back of the flagship. "That should slow them down." Chase smiled. "Don't start thinking this is over Chase." Dark snapped, "We've still got that sub orbital mass driver to take down." "That's not our only trouble." Another pilot replied, "Transports will be entering rift in T-minus thirty seconds. Once they're gone, the baddies won't be happy about us being here and damaging their flagship." "Then we'd better get split up. All Phoenix interceptors prepare your strongest missiles. The rest of you get out of here as soon as you're clear." Dark ordered. A resounding 'Affirmative' was heard across the channel. The other crafts broke off and raced towards the transports, six interceptors increased their thrusters to maximum. Soon, one by one, each transport in the distance was overtaken by a brilliant blue light. Little by little, the transports disappeared from the front to the back. But as soon as they were gone, the enemy fighters noticed that their flagship had been crippled, and they weren't happy about it. But as they raced back to defend their vessel, the crafts that they had been fighting began to disappear. Each one was suddenly engulfed in a white light before completely vanishing from sight, warping to a safety point far beyond the enemy's current reach. Suddenly, a series of small explosions riddled up the main weapon, the devastating sub orbital mass driver. Flying away from it were six small crafts, each one swinging around to launch another volley of missiles at the large cannon. With a resounding groan, the large weapon began to detonate itself. Small plumes of explosions raced along the length of its barrel as one of the crafts fired a last shot into the barrel. The greenish glow from the missile's tail lit up the barrel for a split second before it shot down its length, striking at the firing mechanism from the inside. As Chase flew away from the exploding weapon, he noticed that his radar was going crazy. "Uh, Dark?" He asked. "Now, warp to the rendezvous point." Dark ordered, "All Phoenix on my command." Just as Chase lifted the cover over the button to activate his warp core, Jennifer popped up once again on his HUD, "Chase, the core has sustained minor damage from the turret fire." "How bad is it?" the fox asked. "It is very minor damage." The wolf AI replied, "But it is just enough to possibly allow something to go wrong during the jump." "We'll have to chance it." Chase replied. As the enemy crafts closed in, Dark gave the order to jump. Her and the others vanished quickly, but Chase remained behind for a second. After firing the Nexus missile down the barrel of the vessel's main weapon, it had to be remotely detonated. Until that command came, it was simply lodged deep inside the firing mechanism. "Surrender or be destroyed." A rough voice stated over his headset. As he looked at Jennifer he already knew what had happened. Whoever it was had hacked the com channel and was now able to communicate with him. "I'll take the third choice." The fox stated as his finger rested on the warp button. "I never gave you a third option." The voice replied. Chase smiled and sent the detonation command to the Nexus missile and pressed the button down. "I'm sending you to hell." The fox smirked as his ship was engulfed in a bright glow. As his ship vanished from sight as well, the missile deep within the sub orbital mass driver weapon detonated. With the explosive force of a fifty megaton nuclear warhead, the vessel's front end detonated. Fires ripped across the inside of the bridge as the remained of the vessel slowly began to lose orbit, minor explosions rippling down it sides. \* \* \* As Chase's Phoenix reappeared near an orbital outpost, he glanced over his cockpit. So far, nothing seemed to have been even wiggled, but an urgently flashing light got his attention. Jennifer popped up as he began to find the source of the trouble. "Warp core malfunction." The AI stated, "Attempting shut down. Shut down failure! Activating safety protocols." "Safety protocols?" Chase asked himself when a small disk-like object came up from his controls and turned to face him. Chase had never seen this thing before, but he didn't like the way it was pointed at him and humming. Without warning, it sprayed a foul smelling gas that filled the cockpit. The fox started coughing, trying to breathe. After a minute, the gases entered his system. Chase blacked out. \* \* \* When Chase's mind reawakened, things didn't seem right. His senses weren't working right. The fox's sense of taste was way off, he couldn't smell a thing, and he couldn't hear more than muffled, contorted voices. Chase wasn't sure if he could move or not, it sure didn't feel like he could. Even his thinking was still fuzzy. The only thing Chase knew for sure was that he was cold and that something was gently pushing against his side. Suddenly, Chase felt so very cold and alone. Then whatever was pushing against him pushed harder and harder. It hurt so badly, like it was puncturing the skin on his arm to dig into the fox's soft skin underneath. It hurt, but he couldn't do anything about it. Then it was just gone. It still hurt where it had been, though. Chase was suddenly overcome with fear. Was he dead? Were the cold, loneliness, and pain around him there to tell the fox that he had died out there from whatever had happened to him? And if he had, where was he? Panic began to rise as the fear grew. Chase wanted to cry out. To scream! To beg for safety! But suddenly, a warm feeling slid up around him, comforting the fox. As if to say 'No, you cannot have this one'. Then, Chase was suddenly aware that he was breathing. And if he was breathing, he was alive! But if he was, then where was he? Had something else gone wrong during the jump? Was he far away from the outpost he was supposed to be at? The fox tried to open his eyes to see what was going on, but they wouldn't respond. But at least the voices were clearer now. Chase realized that he could understand them. "Please tell me he'll live." A voice begged. "We'll find out in a minute." A second voice replied, a much more male sounding voice, "Just let the computer analyze his system." As he listened, Chase tried to move his ears, hoping he could find out where the voices were coming from. But as he did, pain spiked through his skull. Had he even moved them? "Wait, look at his ears." A third voice said excitedly. "Ah, very good. Very good indeed." The second voice said, "His mind must be trying to figure out where he is." As Chase tried to open his eyes, a bright light poured in. With it came pain when the light poured into his eyes. With a groan, he tried to look away from the painful light as his eyes shut quickly. "Turn out the lights." The second voice said, "Let's see if he'll try that again." After a minute, Chase once more attempted to open his eyes. As he did, the blurry room made itself known in the darkness. He couldn't see very well, but at least he was able to open his eyes without pain. "Alright, turn the light up just a little." A voice to the right of him said. Slowly, the darkness was banished by a very dim lighting. Now Chase glanced around him, but all he could see were blurry outlines. Nothing was in focus, even the colors were slightly off key. "Good, he can move a little and he can see." The second voice said, "Chase, if you can hear me, look at me." It still hurt a little when the fox moved his neck, but the form he looked at seemed a little bit like the voice came from this figure. The voice had sounded male, so Chase began to wonder if this form was the male. "I said look at me Chase, not at her." The voice said, now clearly a male. His second glance was more successful as his mind began to assemble the forms his eyes were seeing into a more recognizable creature. "Be easy on him Doc." The form he had been looking at replied, "He just woke up." "I know he did, but the faster he regains his senses the better." The 'Doc' replied. Chase examined the form before him as more and more detail slid into focus. The 'Doc' was a male cougar dressed in a white lab coat. Around his neck was a silver stethoscope and a security card. With a shake of his head, Chase looked back at the first form he had seen. A blue furred vixen stood there, her emerald eyes held a look of pleasure, but were still a bit red around the edges from crying. "Krystal?" he asked with an unsure tone. "You remember!" The vixen cried happily, hugging him, "Oh Chase..." Chase slid his arms around Krystal to hug her back, but mainly to support his still weak body. But when Krystal tenderly kissed his cheek, Chase's grip weakened a little. "I'm so glad you're alright." The vixen said softly, her voice filled with worry. "I'm glad you're alright too Krystal." Chase replied. As he looked to a third furry in the room, the fox realized this was a pink furred, red haired, four tailed vixen. Her eyes were also a little red, but she seemed pretty relieved that he was alright. "Bianca?" He asked when Krystal released him. The pink vixen nodded, "Glad to see most of your memory is intact." She hugged him as well before lightly nosing his neck fur, "And Krystal wasn't the only one worried about you." After she released him, Chase laid back against the inclined bed he had been laid on. His mind raced as it mentally ran a check over his body. Everything seemed alright except for one thing. While he was covered in a blanket, he was naked from the waist down! "What happened." Chase asked, looked back at the cougar, "And where the hell are my pants?" Bianca smiled as she brought a pair out from behind her, "We figured you'd want these sooner or later." As Chase changed under the blanket, the Cougar tapped at a device near to his bed. Within seconds, a familiar wolf AI hologram appeared on it, dressed in a candy stripper's uniform. Jennifer, the AI unit from the Phoenix, had been removed from the craft while it was undergoing repairs. Due to standard protocol, the small drive that held all of her was to be kept near Chase at all times while outside of the Phoenix. "We're not sure exactly what happened." The doctor began, "But we do know this. During the execution of your jump, something cracked the cover of your warp core. As the jump ended, the rupture expanded, releasing a dangerous amount of radiation." "So what was the thing that popped up at me?" Chase asked. "That was a safety measure." Jennifer explained, "I had to release the chemicals in order to safely seal off the warp core systems and send a distress signal to this outpost. I am sorry for having to injure you Chase, but it was a necessary evil." "So will he be alright?" Bianca asked. "Oh Chase'll be fine." The doc replied, "Just a little too much gas mixed with the radiation. It should disperse over the next few days due to the tiny amount." "Doesn't radiation take years to wear off, not days?" Chase asked as his mind regained full control over his thoughts and movement. "It depends on the radiation." Jennifer explained, "The type released during the warp core's jump system activating is so unnoticeable it is usually close to nonexistent within the warp system. It is harmless in small doses, but can be dangerous if the core containment sphere has a large enough rupture. Luckily for you, the rupture was small enough to contain quickly before too much of it could reach your body." Chase shook his head. It made sense that there would be a security protocol to shutdown the warp core, especially after what happened last time he initiated a warp jump after taking fire. "But that still doesn't explain why I got gassed." Chase replied. "I needed to keep you under control during the protocol." Jennifer replied, "Unfortunately, that meant that I had to put you out for a bit. I did not anticipate the effects would last as long as they have." "As long as they have?" Chase echoed. Krystal cleared her throat nervously, "Chase...you've been unconscious for three days now." "Three days?!" The fox yipped in surprise, "Did I miss anything?" "Yes, but it's nothing to worry about right now." Bianca replied, "Right now, all that matters is that you're alright, Chase." The fox suddenly felt tired. His arms seemed to move by themselves as the fox laid back down on the bed. "Let's let him rest." the doc said. Bianca and Krystal nodded. But as they walked out, Krystal looked back to Chase. "You two go on. I'll catch up in a minute." The vixen said. Bianca nodded and escorted the doc away before he could say anything against it. With a smile, Krystal sat back down beside Chase, gently laying her hand on his shoulder. Chase looked up at her and pushed himself up from the bed to face her. "I'm just glad you're alright Chase." The vixen said softly. "And I'm glad to see you're safe and sound." The fox replied. Krystal hugged him tightly, nuzzling her partner and friend. As she did, Chase held her in return. "You heal up quickly." Krystal ordered with a soft smile, "There's a lot that you'll need to catch up on." Chase nodded and laid down again. As Krystal walked out and turned off the light, Chase simply smiled to himself. With the knowledge that Krystal was safe, the fox's eyes closed once more. In a few minutes, Chase was fast asleep. But even as he rested, the fox's mind wandered. Three days had passed since the warp core failure. In three days, a lot could happen. As his mind wandered, looking for a possible idea of what could have happened, it never came near the actuality. A war was coming... | FSE |
Title: first part of free write. More to come in this free write. by solidersgirl
Tags: M/F, Tails (Sonic The Hedgehog)
I wake up and look into your eyes and say good morning sunshine how u sleep, Tails says to me umm I have a massive hang over i pull my arm out from under you and I sit on the edge of the bed holding his head in my hands. I say to him that I am sorry that you have a hang over, but did you enjoy last night hun I ask him. Tails says to me a bit to much. Oh ya too much to drink huh? Yeah he says, but do you remember what happened last night hun. Yes I do, he mutters something under his breath. I ask him what did he say, then all of the sudden he gets up and turns around a tear is going down his face and he says a big mistake, what was the big mistake Tails? You... and me... and last night... it shouldn't of happened... I was drunk and I used you.... I shouldn't of done that I... I... i'm sorry. I say to Tails you did not use me I came in here after you were asleep, then he says but I am gonna guess I didn't fight you... I should have fought I should have told you no. He says now I am less than I ever was before... Tiffany wasn't your name and you were never born on Earth... with all these humans and I also know how exactly what happened. I ask him to tell me he says yes.. your name was Samantha... He tugs on his ear where there is a piece missing and he rubs the little chunk of my ear that I am missing. He says it is a wolf thing, also you claimed mr and I claimed you, he also says that I made the first move on everything. I say I'm sorry he says don't be it's my fault. He says I shouldn't of let you do that. I made you stop then I say to Tails well I have a few questions for you Tails... He says yes what is your question I say how long have I known you.... A few years... you moved in with me with your parents consent your senior year, okay then next question since I moved in with you have we ever dated? He says yes we have dated.... alot... Are we still dating or did we break up? Yes we are still dating he says... I ask him then why do you feel bad about us having sex last night though, he replies because I abused your heart. I look at him in the eyes and say baby since we have been dating you did not abused my heart. He says no it's not bad it's just... I shouldn't of used what I knew about you. He says to me well you are not Samantha any more. | FSE |
Title: Part 4 - Aftermath by starbtle
Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Fantasy, Incest, M/F, Oral
Recap - Our little dragoness is growing up! She and her friend Gwen, the faun, have just discovered mating. Though it is about to become very embarrassing when their parents find out and Anna looks like a human for a while. Things are going to get interesting... \~ Also for note: In terms of species, Fauns and Satyrs are the same creature. Their upper body to the waist is that of a human and the lower half is that of a goat like creature. I know most of them in mythology are male; usually counterparts to Nymphs, but for my story there are female fauns as well. Thank you very much, and I'm sorry if you were confused or upset about this. It's my story and I can tell it how I want. \*Stops being childish and gets on with part 4 \~
When I awoke, my father was looking down at me. I tried to sit up, but he nuzzled my shoulder making me lay back again. Moving my head a little, I could see I was in the clearing near his cave, and Gwen and her parents were there as well.
"It's only to be expected I guess, they are with each other so much. They are too young to know it's wrong." Mrs. Faun's voice sounded very calm, and I could see her move over to Gwen and place a hand on her shoulder.
"That may be true for the Anna, but I had the talk with Gwen."
"The talk about boys and girls, you didn't say anything about girls."
"Well I didn't think it would be an issue." Mr. Faun crossed his arms and moved over to my father's side. "Any idea why she turned into a human?"
"She didn't turn into a human, see she still has her wings. It's old dragon Magick to be able to take the shape of another creature. Hers happens to be a human, probably from spending so much time with Gwen. My great uncle could become an aardvark at will. I, my self, never learned the skill. I trained more for practical magic like fire breath, enchantments to protect my family... and I had a great performance charm for my mating dance when I met Anna's mother. Her uncle Seth can become a human, a pure human mind you. He's flawless, can fool even the most shrewd dragon hunter, as long as he's not transforming in front of them."
The fauns nodded, and both looked at me. Gwen came over crying and gave me a hug.
"I'm sorry Anna, this is all my fault. If I hadn't said anything to you we could still have been having a good time playing and not..." she broke off crying. "I'm sorry to caused you so much pain over my part. If you don't want to be my friend anymore I understand."
"Pain?" my father asked, looking at Gwen. Then he moved his muzzle down and looked at me. "What kind of pain?"
I wasn't sure if he meant emotional or what I had felt when I transformed, so I went with the latter.
"My whole body hurt, like it was being torn apart. Like when my brothers used to play rough and their bites were too hard. Only it was a deeper pain, going all the way inside of me to the core, and every where at once except my wings."
My father nodded. "Probably because you are not used to the magick yet. Well, I think both you and Gwen could use some rest after your adventure today. I am not going to scold you; you were doing what came natural. If Mr. or Mrs. Faun scolds Gwen it's up to them, but for my part, I don't believe either of you did anything wrong and should still be allowed to play together, though near to home, at least for now."
Gwen gave me a hug goodbye, and went off with her parents. I could tell Mr. Faun was not happy at all. I looked up at my father, sitting up again. This time he let me up, watching me.
"Are you sure your alright dear?"
"Yes father. I'm sorry if I did anything wrong..."
"Honey you did nothing wrong," he leaned down and nuzzled my shoulder, his scales were rough and it made my shoulder tingle. "You were just acting natural. It's clear you and Gwen have feelings for echoer, and you are growing up fast. I hadn't thought I needed to explain mating to you yet. Yes, two girls can mate too," he added seeing the look on my face.
"Father, why did I transform like this?"
"It was probably from the excitement of what you and Gwen were doing. I'm sure it will either wear off, or you will learn to change back. Come now, even in human form it's time for your evening bath."
I sighed a little, there was nothing more embarrassing as your father giving you a bath every night. You'd expect it from a mother but... well I didn't have a mother so I guess he was making due. I blushed a little, having a bath in human form would be weird. My father's tongue cleaning me...
"Are you sure that's a good idea right now father, since I'm in human form? Human skin is more sensitive, I could tell just from when you nuzzled me..."
"The it will teach you a lesson about transforming before bath time."
"What if I..." I didn't want to say it.
"What if you what?"
"Like it too much?"
"Then hopefully you'll transform back into a human." H laughed, picking me up gently my wings in his mouth as he did every evening, he brought me over to the waterfall that covered our cave's entrance, placing me under it.
At once my skin felt alive, crawling with the touch of the cold water. I looked up at my wings, the same silver and transparent pattern ran though the membranes connected to the strong silver covered bone structure. I tried moving them, and figured I could probably fly in this form if I wasn't sitting in a waterfall.
"Now Anna, if you want me to skip the bath tonight I will. I don't want you to think I'm a taking advantage of you or anything... you remind me so much of your mother it's not funny. Especially in that form.
"She was only half dragon, I never found out what the other half was. She had the most beautiful human form, very similar to yours. You'll probably be her clone when you are older, if you can hide your wings.
"Now, I know my giving you a bath is going to... stimulate you, which could in fact change you back, and I know you will enjoy it. Though, I also relies that you will feel weird and maybe uncomfortable about the prospect of your father ... making you feel like that, so I'm leaving the choice to you."
"Well... " I blinked a little, the water was getting in my eyes. I had never thought about things like that before, especially with my father. I shook my head a little. "I know I disappointed you today, and you always give me a bath. My form shouldn't make a difference right?"
"I've never been disappointed in you, ever." He nuzzled me gently, a slight purr coming from his throat. "I just want to be sure your ok with your father cleaning you in this 'sensitive' form."
I watched him a moment, seeing the concern in his eyes. "It's alright father, I love you. I know you would never hurt me."
He smiled, and lifting me out of the waterfall, he placed me on the smooth, cold surface of a stone tablet, which he cleaned me on every night.
He nuzzled me gently, having me turn onto my stomach. I could feel all the places I had explored on Gwen against the cold surface spring to life in myself. I could feel my father starting with my wings, cleaning them, gently caressing them with his tongue. Moving to my shoulders and back. His tongue made me shiver a little, setting my skin on fire with a sensation even stronger that what I had felt when playing with Gwen earlier. The rough surface of the dragon's tongue traced the small of my back, and then up my sides to my arms and back down again, he didn't miss a spot.
I rolled over again, looking up at father as I was propped on my elbows.
"You still ok honey?"
"Yes father, it feels incredible."
He smiled and pressed his muzzle gently against my chest making me lay back on the stone, my wings spread beneath me.
His tongue gently started with my face, tracing even over my closed eyelids as I shivered with excitement. I could feel his warm breath in my face as she worked, and moved down along my neck and to my chest. He spent time working on my breasts and playing with the little points.
"Father, what are those called, those little points on the breasts?"
"They are called nipples. When a female gives birth, well a mother who gives live birth not lays an egg, has a child they produce a place to have access to milk, which is stored inside the mother's body. Being a dragon you'll lay eggs, so they are kind of a decoration in this form I would say. A place of excitement when being stimulated."
He laughed, working his tongue over them again and moving down to my stomach. His tongue's rough surface making my skin crawl in anticipation for where it would lead to next. He moved down my stomach to my thighs, teasingly moving over my slit with the touch of a butterfly's genital wings and he cleaned my thighs and legs. At this point, I realized that I was far beyond just a bath anymore.
"No this part here," he said placing his tongue along my slit again. "Is the opening to your vagina, which come like to call a pussy or a cunt. Inside is a membrane that all girls are born with, and when they mate the first time breaks, until that point they are a virgin. This is what Mr. Faun was upset about, because you broke Gwen's. When she dose take a make to have children latter, or for any other reason, she may be looked down upon because she doesn't have this any more. Also, there is the clitoris, or clit."
"I already know about that, I found Gwen's."
He laughed and continued with his lesson. "Alright, well when a male inserts his penis into a girl's vagina during mating or what some species call sex, he secretes a liquid from the tip of it. That contains sperm, which is what fertilizes the eggs in a female causing her to become pregnant and become a mother. In dragons she will lay eggs, other creature a live baby will come out from inside of her."
He moved he snout between my legs, his tongue snaking along the folds of my slit.
"Do you understand a little better now honey?"
"Yes father, well I think so..."
"Let me guess, the whole male part is confusing you? If that's it, it can wait for another night. I have one more thing to show you before we finish for tonight. It's called a climax or orgasms."
As he said it, he used his muzzle to spread my legs wide around he face, slipping his tongue into my slit, just until it reached the little barrio in me, so as not to break it while he moved his tongue inside of me. The tip buried deep inside, his upper jaw rubbing against my clit. God, I know how Gwen had felt earlier.
I could feel something build up inside of me, welling up. I tired to hold it back; it felt like my body would explode if I let it go. It did explode a few seconds later. My father gently finished lapping up the juices that had come from inside of me. He kissed brought me to my bed, laying me down to sleep, and giving me a kiss goodnight he moved off to go bath himself under the waterfall.
My eyes closed them selves and I shifted in my warm nest. I wondered at the long sheath that was under my father as he walked away, I had never seen it before. I had to remember to ask him about it later... my thoughts drifted away as sleep overtook me.
To be continued in part 5... | FSE |
Title: Das ist Fledermausland by mryia jackalope
Tags: Adventure, Bat, Dingo, German Language, M/F, Vaginal
Das ist Fledermausland
Dustin Digby & Natalja © Silver Geschrieben im April 2003 von Mriya Jackalope
Schon seit fast vier Stunden war Dustin unterwegs, unterwegs im Fernzug von Bucuresti, so hiess Bukarest in der Landessprache. Eben wurde Brasov durchfahren, das alte Kronstadt, hier war bereits Siebenbuergen, Trassylvanien. Das Klischee von dunklen, mittelalterlichen Doerfern wurde in keinster Weise erfuellt. Es war ein heller Sommertag, der 9-Uhr-Zug war puenktlich und die abwechslungsreiche Landschaft aus saftigen gruenen Wiesen, kleinen Doerfern und ausgedehnten Waeldern zog in schneller Folge am Fenster vorbei. Ziel des Zuges war Timisoara, ehemals Temeschwar, im Dreieck zwischen Jugoslawien und Ungarn. Doch hier wollte Dustin nicht hin. Sein Ziel lag in Turnu Rosu, und dorthin kam man nur mit dem Regionalzug ab Talmaciu. Doch bis er den Umsteigebahnhof erreichen sollte, wuerden noch gute zwei Stunden vergehen. Zeit genug, die traumhaften Berge und Taeler der Karpaten zu geniessen und den Ablauf der naechsten Tage zu planen.
Es war das erste Mal, dass es Dustin nach Rumaenien verschlug, und dann gleich in das sagenumwobene Transsylvanien. Ihn, den australischen Abenteurer. Schon am Flughafen hatte er ein komisches Gefuehl bei der Sache. Als westlicher Besucher fiel er in dem lange abgeschotteten Land halt besonders auf. Auch wenn sich die einheimische Bevoelkerung schon an die Touristen gewoehnt hatte, jemand wie Dustin sahen sie nicht alle Tage. Auch im Zug hatte er die volle Aufmerksamkeit der mitreisenden Kinder auf sich gezogen. Viele verschiedene Spezies fuhren im Zug mit, Woelfe, Marder, Rehe, Hoernchen, Fuechse und auffaellig viele Fledermaeuse. Ein Dingo, das war hier schon etwas ganz Besonderes. In seiner typischen Abenteurerkluft mit heller Mehrzweckhose, grauem Hemd, einer Umhaengetasche und einem Krempenhut, seinem hellbraunen, fast schon gelblichen Fell und seiner grossen Statur von 183 Zentimetern Hoehe hinterliess er einen bleibenden Eindruck bei den jungen Reisenden. Seine leicht schraeg stehenden braunen Augen und seine aufgeweckten Ohren taten ihr uebriges. In gebrochenem Englisch fragten ihn die Kinder immer wieder, wo er herkaeme und was fuer eine Spezies er sei. Und Dustin antworte so gut es ging. Dass er aus Australien kaeme, dort wo die Kaenguruhs zu Hause sind, auf der anderen Seite der Welt. Jedes Wort sogen die jungen Zuhoerer auf, doch das eigentliche Ziel seiner Reise, das verschwieg er.
Mit quitschenden Bremsen hielt der Zug im Bahnhof von Talmaciu. Dustin wuchtete seine beiden grossen Koffer aus dem Zug und stand nun auf dem Bahnsteig der Provinzstadt. Ueber eine Stunde Aufenthalt hatte er hier, bevor sein Zug nach Turnu Rosu einfahren wuerde. Um die Zeit sinnvoll zu nutzen, beschloss er, sich in der Stadt mit neuem Kartenmaterial zu versorgen. Er hatte zwar Karten dabei, doch diese stammten noch aus sozialistischer Zeit und waren vielleicht nicht mehr aktuell. So schloss er seine Koffer in einem der noch funktionierenden Schliessfaecher ein und suchte die oertliche Touristeninformation. Schneller als gedacht hatte er seine Karten gefunden, und so verbrachte er die restliche Zeit damit, die neuen mit den alten Karten zu vergleichen. Viel hatte sich nicht veraendert, aber jetzt waren unter anderem auch Hotels und Touristenattraktionen eingezeichnet. Das alte Schloss der Grafen zu Flapp gehoerte auch dazu.
"Was fuer ein Glueck", murmelte Dustin in seinen nicht vorhandenen Bart, "wenn das Schloss inzwischen sogar fuer Touristen offen ist, komme ich vielleicht sogar noch einfacher als Ziel."
Sein Ziel, das war das geheimnisvolle Tagebuch des alten Grafen von Flapp. Alle hielten ihn fuer verrueckt, als er sich aufmachte, es zu finden. Alle hielten es nur fuer ein Geruecht, fuer eine Legende, genau wie die Existenz von blutsaugenden Vampiren. Doch Dustin hatte zuverlaessige Hinweise bekommen. Er allein glaubte an das Buch, ich dem der alte Vampir die Formel zur ewigen Jugend aufbewahren sollte.
"Na, sie wollen wohl auch nach Turnu Rosu, oder?"
Erschrocken hob Dustin den Kopf. Ein Puma in kurzen Hosen, Hawaii-Hemd und Fotoapparat um den Hals grinste ihn an.
"Woher wissen sie das?" fragte der Dingo vorsichtig-misstrauisch.
Der Fremde lachte und deutete auf die Rueckseite von Dustins neuer Karte. Er drehte die Karte um und verstand. Er hatte es zuvor nicht gesehen, aber hier war eine riesige mehrsprachige Anzeige abgedruckt, die die Schoenheiten des Ortes pries und ganz besonders das Schloss Flapp in den Vordergrund rueckte.
Dustin nickte. "Ja, ich moechte mir das Schloss Flapp ansehen. Ich habe viel davon gehoert." Immerhin log er nicht, dachte er sich.
Der Fremde Puma laechelte. "Das Schloss ist wirklich etwas Besonderes, wie in diesen alten Vampirfilmen. In ganz Transsylvanien finden sie kein schoeneres und gleichzeitig schauriges. Ich bin fast jedes Jahr hier und reise extra aus Florida an. Den Folterkeller muessen sie sich unbedingt ansehen, und vom Turm aus hat man eine herrliche Aussicht."
Der Dingo laechelte zurueck. "Danke, ich werd's mir merken."
"Und nehmen sie sich vor den Vampiren in acht", warnte ihn der Tourist, jetzt nicht mehr laechelnd, "hier gibt es naemlich noch welche!"
"Ach ja?" antwortete Dustin muede fragend und deutete auf eine der der vielen Fledermaeuse, die auf dem Bahnsteig auf den Zug warteten.
"Nein", antwortete der Fremde leise, "die echten Vampire koennen nur nachts raus, das hier sind harmlose Fledermaeuse. Aber letztes Jahr, da war ich mit einer Reisegruppe hier..." er machte eine kleine Pause. "...letztes Jahr, da verschwanden zwei junge Maedchen, 16 und 17 Jahre alt, eine Fuechsin und eine Waschbaerin. Geruechte sagen, der alte Graf stecke dahinter... man hat nie wieder etwas von ihnen gehoert."
Dustin nickte und faltete seine Karte zusammen. "Danke Mister, ich werde mich in acht nehmen." Dann stand er auf und holte seine Koffer aus dem Schliessfach. Der Zug nach Turnu Rosu wuerde bald einfahren.
Immer wieder blickte er zur Bahnhofsuhr, 16:06 Uhr, fahrplanmaessige Abfahrt. Doch noch liess sich kein Zug blicken. Irgendetwas wurde auf rumaenisch durchgesagt, doch Dustin verstand kein Wort davon. Die genervten Blicke der anderen Reisenden verrieten ihm jedoch, dass es sich wohl um eine Zugverspaetung handelte. Und zehn Minuten spaeter stampfte dann auch tatsaechlich der kleine Zug in den viel zu grossen Bahnhof. Eine sichtlich betagte Diesellokomotive zog drei lange Reisewaggons, in die sich die wartenden Passagiere quetschten. Die Waggons waren in einem erbaermlichen Zustand, ganz anders als die gepflegten Kabinen des Fernzuges. Hier waren die Sitze voellig hinueber, die Wandverkleidung teilweise gesplittert und der Boden dreckig. "Wenn diese Bahn den Tourismus foerdern sollte, hatte Rumaenien noch viel zu lernen", notierte Dustin in sein Reisetagebuch und verstaute seine Koffer unter dem Sitz, denn ein Gepaecknetz war nicht mehr vorhanden.
Eigentlich haette er es sich gar nicht bequem machen brauchen, denn schon nach zehn Minuten Fahrt war selbige fuer ihn und die meisten anderen Reisenden schon zu Ende. Langsam fuhr der Zug in den Bahnhof von Turnu Rosu ein, der etwas ausserhalb des Ortes direkt am Ufer der Olt lag. Gekonnt wuchtete Dustin seine Koffer aus dem Zug und schaute sich um. In der Naehe, zu beiden Seiten des Flusses, erstreckte sich die kleine Stadt, die frueher einmal Roter Turm hiess, wegen dem Tuerkenblut, was bei einer verheerenden Schlacht hier geflossen sein soll. Und da war es, das geheimnisvolle Schloss Flapp. Ausserhalb des Ortes, auf dem Finsterberg. Selbst von hier unten, aus dem Tal heraus sah es eindrucksvoll aus und wachte drohend und schuetzend zugleich ueber die Stadt. Und waehrend der Zug rumpelnd und quietschend den kleinen Bahnhof verliess, schnappte sich Dustin seine beiden Koffer und folgte den uebrigen Einheimischen und Tagestouristen.
Auf dem Bahnhofsvorplatz fand er zwei Ikarus-Gelenkbusse, in die sich die meisten Reisenden quetschten. Daneben gab es einen kleinen Taxistand, drei schwarze Moskwitsch--Limousinen warteten auf Kundschaft. Dustin ging direkt auf das erste Auto in der Reihe zu, das zudem auch noch den besten Eindruck erweckte. Der Taxifahrer witterte das Geschaeft und sprang aus seinem Taxi, um dem westlichen Dustin den Kofferraum zu oeffnen. Der Taxifahrer war nicht unbedingt das, was er in dieser Gegend erwartete, ein grosser, kraeftiger Polarbaer naemlich. "Hallo, ich bin Ivan, wohin soll die Reise gehen, mein Herr?"
Dustin bemerkte den russischen Akzent des Fahrers. "Bringen sie mich in das beste Hotel der Stadt", bat er ihn, waehrend der weisse Baer die schweren Koffer wie spielend in den Kofferraum wuchtete.
Der Baer laechelte und musterte seinen Fahrgast. "Sie kommen wohl von weit her. Machen sie Ausgrabungen? Wie ein Tourist sehen sie nicht aus." Er ging um den Wagen herum, stieg an der Fahrerseite ein und oeffnete Dustin von innen die Tuer. "Steigen sie ein."
Los ging die Fahrt ueber die neu asphaltierte Landstrasse. Es hatte sich seit dem Fall des Eisernen Vorhangs eine Menge veraendert, selbst hier in den Karpaten. Ivan erzaehlte Dustin, das er urspruenglich aus dem fernen Sibirien kam, um hier beim Aufbau einer Eisfabrik zu helfen. Die Fabrik gab es schon lange nicht mehr, doch Ivan blieb und kaufte sich ein Taxi, von den Touristen liess es sich gut leben.
Schon nach wenigen hundert Metern begann die kleine, ungefaehr 10.000 Seelen zaehlende Stadt. Rechts begannen das Neubauviertel, schmucklose Plattenbauten, wie sie ueberall im Ostblock zu finden waren. Spielende Kinder, hauptsaechlich Fuchsjunge, fuellten die Hoefe zwischen den Betonquadern mit Leben. Dennoch zeigten die vielen eingeschlagene Fenster davon, dass hier viel leer stand. "Die Haeuser hier werden bald abgerissen", klaerte Ivan den Dingo auf, "nur noch die Zigeuner leben hier. Nicht mehr genug Arbeit fuer alle, Fabriken tot." Dustin nickte und blickte weiter aus dem Fenster.
Weiter ging es durch den Ort, vorbei an praechtig renovierten Haeusern und baufaelligen Ruinen. Doch je naeher er dem Zentrum kam, desto schoener wurden die Haeuser. Praechtige Buergerhaeuser, Fachwerkbauten, aber auch moderne Neubauten bestimmten den grossen Platz zwischen Rathaus und Kirche. Rund um den Platz gab es kleine Boutiken, Gaststaetten, Laeden und Pensionen. In mehreren Sprachen war 'Zimmer Frei' an jedem dritten Haus zu lesen. Am Ende des Platzes, neben dem schmuck renovierten Rathaus, hielt Ivan das Taxi an. "Hotel Karpaty, bestes Hotel von Turnu Rosu." Der Stahl-Beton-Glas-Neubau aus sozialistischer Zeit wollte so gar nicht in das historische Zentrum passen, aber es machte immerhin einen gepflegten Eindruck. Mit einer langgezogenen Fassade entlang der kleinen Strasse, die zwischen Hotel und Rathaus lag, und seinen vier Stockwerken war es zudem ein recht grosses Haus.
"Danke, Ivan", sagte Dustin und oeffnete den Gurt. "Was schulde ich ihnen?"
"Das macht 100.000 Lei", antwortete Ivan und stieg mit aus, um das Gepaeck aus dem Kofferraum zu holen.
Dustin erschrak. Er hatte sich noch nicht mit dem rumaenischen Waehrungssystem auseinandergesetzt und wusste nicht, ob er ueber die Summe lachen oder weinen sollte.
Ivan bemerkte Dustins Unsicherheit und grinste. "Das sind 3 Dollar, Mister. Der Leu steht schlecht, Dollar oder Euro besser. Jeder nimmt gerne Dollar, aber offiziell nicht gern gesehen."
Zufrieden seufzte Dustin und nahm seine Koffer entgegen. Dann holte er seine Geldboerse aus der Guerteltasche und fischte einen 5-Dollar-Schein heraus. "Ivan, wissen sie zufaellig die Oeffnungszeiten von Schloss Flapp?"
Der weisse Baer nickte. "In der Saison bis 20 Uhr, dann wollen die Flapps ihre Ruhe." Er grinste und kniff ein Auge zu: "Gehen sie nicht nach Einbruch der Dunkelheit in die Naehe vom Schloss, sonst holt sie der Graf."
Dustin musste lachen und ueberreichte Ivan den 5-Dollar-Schein. "Hier, Ivan, der Rest ist fuer sie."
"Oh, das ist grosszuegig von ihnen, Mister." Ivan schien uebergluecklich und verbeugte sich vor Dustin. "Ich wuensche ihnen einen angenehmen Aufenthalt!"
Und waehrend sich Ivan mit seinem Taxi auf den Rueckweg zum Bahnhof machte, checkte Dustin im Hotel Karpaty ein. An der Rezeption stand ein etwa 1,60m grosser Fledermausmann in feinem Anzug und musterte den auffaellig gekleideten Dustin. Die kleine Empfangshalle war mit schwerem Teppich ausgelegt, und ein paar Polstersessel standen im Foyer. An der Decke hingen luxurioese Kronleuchter im modernen Stil der 60er Jahre.
"Guten Tag mein Herr, was kann ich fuer sie tun?" fragte der Rezeptionist den sich umschauenden Dingo.
"Guten Tag. Mein Name ist Dustin Digby, ich moechte ein Zimmer, einzeln, Standard."
"Ja, Mister Digby, wir haben noch Einzelzimmer frei. Wir kosten allerdings eine Million Lei pro Uebernachtung." Der Rezeptionist klang etwas hochnaesig, als ob er mit Dustin einen gewoehnlichen Touristen vor sich haette.
Doch Dustin reagierte gelassen und zog ein paar Dollarscheine aus der Tasche. Umgerechnet waren es ja 'nur' 30 Dollar pro Nacht, was natuerlich immer noch eine Menge Geld war. Aber nach den Strapazen der Anreise wollte er sich ruhig etwas Luxus goennen.
Urploetzlich waren die Vorbehalte der Fledermaus an der Rezeption verschwunden. "Ion!" rief er nach dem Pagen, und ein halbwuechsiger Fledermausjunge kam die Treppe heruntergerannt. Der Junge im roten Pagenanzug erschrak, als er Dustins grosse Koffer sah.
"Keine Sorge", winkte Dustin ab. "Zeige mir mein Zimmer, ich trage selbst."
So folgte Dustin dem Pagen hinauf in den ersten Stock, ueber einen langen Gang hinein in das Zimmer mit der Nummer 107. Der kleine Ion uebergab laechelnd den Schluessel und wartete auf ein Trinkgeld. Doch wieviel war hier ueblich? Dazu kam, dass Dustin noch gar keine Waehrung getauscht hatte. Da er jedoch nichts Kleineres hatte, gab er dem Jungen eine Dollarnote. Ion blickte unglaeubig auf den Schein, zu Dustin, wieder auf den Schein, dann sagte er aufgeregt mit zittriger Stimme "d-danke, Sir!", verbeugte sich und verschwand. Dustin war jetzt klar, dass in diesem Land das Trinkgeld bedeutend kleiner ausfaellt. Er wollte nicht in den Ruf eines Goldesels kommen und musste daher bei naechster Gelegenheit Dollar in Leu tauschen.
Dustin schloss die Tuer und schaute sich um. Im Zimmer fand er alles, was er brauchte. Einen Schrank, ein gemuetliches Bett und ein eigenes Bad. Auch ein Telefon, eine Minibar und einen Fernseher fand er vor. Zufrieden schmiss er sich auf das gemachte Bett und streckte erstmal seine mueden Glieder. Gute acht Stunden war seine Abfahrt aus Bukarest jetzt schon her, aber er hatte waehrend des Fluges in die Hauptstadt bereits geschlafen gehabt. So war er nicht allzu muede und ueberlegte, wie er sein Vorhaben am besten ausfuehren koennte. Die Uhr zeigte kurz nach 17 Uhr. Er stand auf, oeffnete das Schloss an einem seiner Koffer. Hier war alles drin was ein Abenteurer brauchen wuerde. Seile, Wurfhaken, sogar ein Klappspaten. Und nicht zu vergessen seine Schatzkarte, wie er sie nannte, ein detailierter Grundriss des Schlosses, mit allen Zimmern, Verliessen und Geheimgaengen. Dort, tief im Herzen des Schlosses, wo niemals die Sonne hinkommen wuerde, dort wuerde das geheimnisvolle Buch liegen.
Wieder blickte Dustin auf die Uhr. "Wenn tatsaechlich bis 20 Uhr geoeffnet ist, sollte ich mir die Sache mal anschauen!" sagte er zu sich und schon verliess er das Zimmer. Der Weg zum Schloss war nicht schwierig zu finden, schliesslich war es von fast jeder Stelle der Stadt aus zu sehen. Eine gut ausgebaute Strasse fuehrte zum Schloss, und reger Autoverkehr in beide Richtungen unterstrich die grosse Bedeutung des Bauwerkes als Touristenziel. Autos aus aller Herren Laender, mit den unterschiedlichsten Spezies als Fahrern, quaelten sich die Kurvenreiche Strasse hinauf. Dustin ging zu Fuss. Noch hatte er es nicht noetig, sich bei jeder Gelegenheit chauffieren zu lassen. Vor der Burg hatte man einen riesigen Parkplatz angelegt, auf dem die Blechlawine zum Stehen kam. Wie alle anderen auch stellte sich Dustin brav in die laengere Schlange vor dem Besuchereingang. 75.000 Lei sollte die Besichtigung kosten.
Aus Mangel an offizieller Landeswaehrung bezahlte Dustin an der Kasse mit drei Dollarnoten, die die junge Fledermausdame im Kassenhaeuschen gerne annahm. Dann ging es auch schon weiter, und eine andere Fledermaeusin wartete auf genuegend Touristen, um eine Fuehrungsgruppe zu bilden. Die meisten wollten das Schloss auf eigene Faust erkunden, doch Dustin erhoffte sich bei einem gefuehrten Rundgang mehr Informationen.
"Guten Tag meine Damen und Herren, ich bin Natalja, ihre Fremdenfuehrerin. Wenn sie etwas mehr ueber das Schloss und seine Geschichte erfahren moechten, so folgen sie mir." Irgend etwas hatte sie an sich, dass Dustin dazu verleitete, ihr in ihre smaragdgruenen Augen zu schauen. Es war eine sehr huebsche Fledermaeusin, das musste er sich eingestehen. Vielleicht 18 Jahre, 1,60 gross, wie alle anderen Fledermaeuse auch fast einen Kopf kleiner als Dustin. Sie hatte ein schoenes, hellgraues Fell, mit dunkleren grauen Fluegeln und Ohren. Gekleidet war sie ganz in schwarz, was ihr einen gewisen gruftigen Touch verlieh. Doch mit ihrer suessen Erscheinung und ihrem niedlichen Gesicht sah sie ganz und gar nicht gruselig aus.
Geduldig folgte die Gruppe der Fuehrerin und liess sich alles erklaeren. Zuerst ging es durch eine lange Galerie, an den Waenden hingen grosse Portraits der ehemaligen Schlossherren. Was Dustin bei den Bilder auffiel, war, dass immer nur das Geburtsjahr unter den Gemaelden stand, nicht aber das Todesjahr. Und noch etwas anderes machte Dustin nachdenlich: Bis jetzt hatte er keinen einzigen Spiegel entdecken koennen. Man hatte ihm gesagt, Vampire wuerden Spiegel hassen, weil sie dadurch zu erkennen waeren. Vampire haetten naemlich kein Spiegelbild. Dustin versuchte, seine Aufregung unter Kontrolle zu halten.
"Folgen sie mir nun bitte weiter nach oben, wo sie die beruehmte Familienbibliothek sehen koennen", richtete Natalja ihre Stimme an das Publikum. "Bitte beachten sie die Absperrungen und klettern sie nicht ueber die Seile."
Ueber eine grosse geschwungene Treppe gelangte die Gruppe in einen wahrhaft riesigen Buechersaal. Rechts und links des Ganges war der Raum mit dicken roten Samtseilen abgesperrt, kein Unbefugter sollte die wertvollen Baende beruehren. Unmengen von uralten Buechern und Schriften standen in den raumhohen Schraenken. Alles war aus maechtigem Eichenholz gearbeitet und mit kunstvollen Schnitzereien verziehrt. "Ob von Flapps Tagebuch hier irgendwo versteckt ist?" ging es Dustin durch den Kopf. Er erinnerte sich an den Grundriss vom Schloss. Von hier gingen zwei Geheimgaenge ab, einer davon zur Familiengruft.
Wieder wandte sich Natalja an die Gruppe: "Wenn Sie ihre Aufmerksamkeit auf die Decke richten, sehen sie hier wie auch im gesamten Schloss eine durchgehende Messingstange entlanglaufen, die... Hallo! Die Absperrung gilt auch fuer neugierige Dingos!"
Vierzehn Augenpaare waren auf Dustin gerichtet, der sich mit hochrotem Kopf wieder auf die richtige Seite der Absperrung bewegte. Er dachte, solange die Fremdenfuehrerin mit den anderen beschaeftigt war, koennte er unauffaellig nach dem Geheimgang suchen. Doch die Fledermaeusin hatte ihn anscheinend immer im Auge.
"Ich... aehm... entschuldigen sie, ich suchte nur..."
"Das Tagebuch von Flapp?" unterbrach sie ihn und lachte. "Kommen sie her, ich erzaehle ihnen vom Tagebuch."
Erschrocken und erstaunt gesellte sich Dustin wieder zu der Gruppe und hoerte Natalja zu. Und schon der erste Satz machte Dustin mehr als nervoes. "Das Tagebuch gibt es!" begann sie, und Dustin rutschte das Herz in die Hosen. "...allerdings nur in den Koepfen jener, die daran glauben." fuhr sie fort und warf Dustin einen eindeutigen Blick zu. "Verdammt!" hallte es in seinem Kopf. Das konnte doch nicht wahr sein!
Natalja fuhr fort: "Selbst wenn mein Onkel, der beruehmt-beruechtigte Graf von und zu Flapp, dieses Buch je geschrieben haette, so wuerde er es ganz gewiss nicht hier in die Bibliothek stellen." Wieder blickte sie zu Dustin, der mit mit eingekniffenem Schwanz verlegen auf den Boden starrte. "Allerdings jagen wir auch wehement jeden Einbrecher zum Teufel, ganz gleich ob er nach nicht existenten Buechern sucht oder nach unserem Familienschatz. Vor zwei Jahren erst hat einer, der es versuchte, fast mit seinem Leben bezahlt..." Die Zuhoerer schauderten. Doch Dustin wusste, wer gemeint war. Sein Informant, von dem er von der Existenz des Buches ueberhaupt erst erfahren hatte. Nein, Natalja konnte erzaehlen was sie wollte, fuer Dustin existierte das Buch!
"So, meine Damen und Herren, wenn sie mir jetzt bitte weiter nach oben folgen wollen, wir steigen auf den Schlossturm, von wo aus wir eine aeusserst interessante Sicht ueber das Land haben. Auf dem Rueckweg nach unten haben sie uebrigens die Gelegenheit, einmal einen der beruehmten Geheimgaenge zu benutzen."
Ein Raunen ging durch die Gruppe, die sich die enge Wendetreppe hinaufquaelte. Dustin wusste aber bereits, welcher Geheimgang gemeint war. Der Turm war von aussen viel dicker, und fast drei Meter dicke Turmwaende machen nicht viel Sinn - es sei denn, man will einen geheimen Fluchtweg zwischen eigentlicher Treppe und Aussenmauer verstecken. Ausserdem kannte Dustin den Grundriss.
Nach der wirklich atemberaubenden Aussicht von der Turmzinne ging es dann auch durch den bereits von Dustin vermuteten Geheimgang wieder nach unten. Er hatte das Gefuehl, es ginge tiefer nach unten, als er vorhin nach oben gegangen war. Und tatsaechlich endete der Gang direkt im Keller, besser gesagt im Weinkeller. Auch hier waren die Regale mit den kostbaren Flaschen durch Seile verhaengt.
"Hier sehen sie unseren beruehmten Weinkeller. Einige der edelsten Tropfen lagern hier. Vieles von dem, was sie hier sehen, koennen sie uebrigens auch in unserem Schlossrestaurant probieren. Taeglich geoeffnet von 12 bis 22 Uhr. Wenn sie mir jetzt bitte weiter folgen moechten."
Weiter ging die Tour durch die engen Kellergewoelbe, deren Waende von kuenstlichen Fackeln erleuchtet wurden. Schwere verschlossene Eichenholztueren links und rechts des Ganges weckten die Neugier der Besucher, doch Natalja schuettelte immer nur mit dem Kopf. "Familienbesitz, nicht fuer Besucher zugaenglich." Leichter Verwesungsgeruch stieg in Dustins feine Nase. "Kann es sein, dass sich hinter den Tueren die Familiengruft befindet?" fragte er neugierig.
Natalja nickte. "Sie haben Recht, es waere sicherlich fuer jeden von ihnen interessant, eine echte Vampirgruft zu sehen, aber die Familie wuenscht es nicht." Sie laechelte. "Ausserdem schlaeft der Graf grade und moechte nicht gestoert werden." Sie zwinkerte den Leuten zu und jeder verstand den Scherz. "Kommen sie mit, ich zeige ihnen den Folterkeller."
Zahlreiche historische Folterinstrumente waren in dem Gewoelbe untergebracht, von der Streckbank bis hin zur Eisernen Jungfer. "Wann wurden die zum letzten Mal benutzt?" wollte ein Besucher wissen.
"Offiziell das letzte Mal im Zweiten Weltkrieg, als die Russen sich hier einquartiert hatten. Rumaenien kaempfte damals auf Seiten der Deutschen, und so haben die Sowjets nach dem Einmarsch den Folterkeller genutzt um Exempel zu statuieren." Natalja erzaehlte noch viel blutigere Geschichten aus der ferneren Vergangenheit, aber auch von den 'besonderen' Touristen, die den Folterkeller stundenweise fuer ihre Spiele mieten wollten. Als die Blitzlichter der Kameras langsam abgeklungen waren, erklaerte Natalja die Fuehrung fuer beendet. Ueber eine kleine Treppe ging es nach oben auf den Schlosshof und von dort aus zurueck zum Haupteingang. Schon waehrend Dustin das Schloss verliess und sich auf den Weg ins Tal machte, schmiedete er plaene fuer die morgige Nacht. Er wusste jetzt, wo er suchen musste. Noch einmal drehte er sich um. Dustin hatte das gefuehl, Natalja wuerde ihn beobachten, doch schnell blickte sie aus der Ferne wieder in eine andere Richtung. Er schuettelte den Kopf.
Zurueck im Hotel stellte er sich seinen Reisewecker. Es war zwar erst kurz vor 20 Uhr und noch hell draussen, aber er war muede und brauchte Schlaf. Der Wecker wuerde um Mitternacht klingeln, im Schutz der Dunkelheit wollte er das Schloss observieren. Herausfinden, ob und wie stark es bewacht wuerde. Wann das Licht ausging, wann die Zeit am guenstigsten fuer den Einstieg war. Schnell schlief der erschoepfte Dingo ein, bis ihn das Klingeln aus dem Schlaf riss.
Schnell war er wach und angezogen. So gern er auch seine helle Mehrzweckhose hatte, fuer diese naechtliche Mission brauchte er dunkle Kleidung. So schluepfte er in einen schwarzen Overall, zog sich schwarze Handschuhe ueber die Pfoten und setzte sich eine dunkle Muetze auf. Nur sein helles Gesicht, sein Schweif und seine Hinterpfoten wuerden ihn jetzt noch verraten. Doch andererseits koennte auch gerade der im mondbeschienenen Wald eine gute Tarnung sein. Er steckte noch sein Fernglas ein und schloss dann leise hinter sich ab.
Dustin schlich sich auf leisen Sohlen nach unten und verliess das Hotel durch den Hinterausgang. Der halbe Mond stand hoch am Himmel, tauchte die schlafende Stadt in ein fahles Licht. Er sputete sich und joggte die paar Kilometer zum Schloss hinauf. Hinter einem dicken Baum versteckte er sich und beobachtete das dunkle Schloss, das im Dunkel der Nacht richtig unheimlich aussah. In einem Fenster des Haupthauses brannte noch Licht, und durch sein Fernglas konnte er die Umrisse einer Fledermaus erkennen. Es konnte sich nur um Natalja handeln, denn die Umrisse waren eindeutig weiblich. Und zur Zeit wohnte ausser ihr nur der Graf persoenlich im alten Gemaeuer.
Natalja schien sich schlafen zu legen, denn der Schatten am Fenster zog sich offensichtlich ein paar Kleidungsstuecke aus. Der Schatten am Fenster verschwand, und kurz darauf erlosch auch das Licht. Dustin schaute auf die Leuchtziffern seiner Armbanduhr. Fast ein Uhr in der Nacht. Er gaehnte, eine Eule liess ihren Ruf durch den Wald hallen, und hier und da raschelte das Getier im Unterholz. Dustin wartete noch ein paar Minuten, dann erkundete er vorsichtig das Gelaende, untersuchte die hohen, fensterlosen Mauern. Es musste doch eine Moeglichkeit geben, eine Stelle, an der er ohne viel Muehe ueber die Mauer kaeme. Doch selbst an der niedrigsten Stelle war die Mauer fast zehn Meter hoch. Es wuerde viel Kraft kosten, den Wurfhaken darueber zu werfen. Wieder musste er gaehnen. Sein Entschluss war gefasst, morgen Nacht wuerde er das Tagebuch in seinen Pfoten halten!
Es war kurz vor drei Uhr, als Dustin wieder in sein Hotelzimmer zurueckkehrte. Todmuede war er, nur noch schlafen wollte er. Unmotiviert befreite er sich von seinen Klamotten und liess sich ins Bett fallen. Kaum hatte er die Augen geschlossen, befand er sich auch schon im Reich der Traeume...
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Ein Sonnenstrahl weckte ihn. "Hatschi!" musste Dustin niesen, er gaehnte und setzte sich dann aufrecht hin. Er rieb sich den Schlaf aus den Augen und schaute zur Uhr. "Huch, schon 14 Uhr?" fragte er sich selbst ganz erstaunt. Das hiess, er hatte fast 11 Stunden geschlafen. Noch einmal musste er gaehnen, streckte seine Glieder und stand dann auf. Sein erster Weg fuehrte ihn ins Bad. Eine Dusche, das hatte er noetig. Fruehstuecken, oder besser: Mittag essen, das wuerde er unterwegs bei einem der zahlreichen Grillstuben machen. Er musste noch Geld wechseln, mit den ganzen Dollars in seiner Tasche fuehlte er sich doch nicht so ganz wohl.
Erst gegen 18 Uhr kehrte der Dingo wieder zurueck von seinem Stadtrundgang mit kleinem Einkaufsbummel. Dustin war jetzt Multimillionaer - zumindest in rumaenischer Waehrung. Doch bis zu seiner naechtlichen Mission wuerden noch einige Stunden vergehen. Gewissenhaft bereitete er schon einmal alles vor, seinen Rucksack, die dunklen Klamotten, den Wurfhaken und das Seil. War es auch lang genug? Vorsichtshalber mass er noch einmal nach.
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Endlich, die Turmuhr der nahen Kirche schlug Mitternacht. Schon laengst hatte sich Dustin angezogen und wartete nur auf die richtige Zeit. Jetzt war es soweit, wieder schlich er sich hinten aus dem Hotel, den langen Weg zum Schloss hinauf. Alles war dunkel, alles war still. Vorsichtig und bemueht, moeglichst wenig Krach zu machen, drueckte er sich durch die Gebuesche an der massiven Mauer aus groben Feldsteinen entlang, bis er an der richtigen Stelle war. Er ging ein paar Schritte zurueck, um genuegend Raum zum Ausholen zu haben, holte das Seil und den Haken aus dem Rucksack und fluchte leise in die Nacht, weil sich das Seil verknotet hatte.
Nach zwei Minuten hatte er das Seil entwirrt und war bereit zum Werfen. Oft hatte er dies geuebt, und nun musste es klappen. Mit viel Schwung sauste der Haken durch die Luft und knallte lautstark gegen die Mauer. "Sch...!" fluchte Dustin und blieb muchsmaeuschenstill. Nichts ruehrte sich, alles blieb dunkel. Der naechste Versuch. Wieder holte Dustin so gut er konnte aus und schleuderte den Haken nach oben. Diesmal hatte er Glueck. Mit einem leisen "Klonk" landete der Haken ueber der Mauer und verkeilte sich zwischen den Zinnen. Dustin zog und das Seil hielt. "Dann mal los!" gab er sich Mut und hangelte sich an der zerkluefteten Mauer das Seil herauf. Nur nicht nach unten gucken, einen Sturz aus dieser Hoehe wuerde er kaum ueberleben.
Oben auf der Mauer angekommen wischte er sich erstmal den Schweiss von der Stirn. Nun stand er auf dem Wehrgang, und auf der anderen Seite der Mauer befand sich der Schlosshof. Lautlos zog er das Seil hinauf und verstaute es wieder im Rucksack. Nur keine Spuren hinterlassen. Dustin schaute sich um. Seine Augen hatten sich gut an die Dunkelheit gewoehnt, so dass er am Ende des Wehrgangs eine Tuer entdeckte. Auf leisen Sohlen schlich er sich dort hin, nur um feststellen zu muessen, dass die Tuer verschlossen war. Doch Dustin gab nicht auf, er versuchte es in die andere Richtung. Auch hier gab es eine Tuer in einem der Wehrtuerme. Glueck gehabt, hier war offen. Die einzige Alternative waere ein Abseilen in den etwa vier Meter tieferen Schlosshof gewesen.
Eine steinerne Wendeltreppe fuehrte nach unten, bis zu einer offenen Holztuer. Zu Dustins Erleichterung quietschte die Tuer nicht, als er sie vorsichtig oeffnete und den Hof betrat. Das grosse Hauptportal des Schlosses war geschlossen und wurde vom fahlen Mondlich gespenstisch angeleuchtet. Der Dingo machte sich erst gar nicht die Muehe dorthin zu schleichen, nein, er hatte eine bessere Idee: Der Eingang war mit grosser Wahrscheinlichkeit gesichert, so wuerde er es ueber den kleinen Umweg durch den Folterkeller versuchen.
Nach einer kurzen Suche fand er unter den vielen kleinen Tueren und Toren, die vom Hof abgingen, diejenige in den Keller. Es zahlte sich aus, an der Besichtigung teilgenommen zu haben. Erstaunt bemerkte Dustin, dass die kleine Holztuer sperrangelweit offen stand. "Ungewoehnlich", dachte er sich, als er in das dunkle Kellerloch starrte. Aufmerksam schaute Dustin sich um, dann kramte er leise seine Taschenlampe aus dem Rucksack. Vorsichtig tastete er sich die Stufen hinunter, und erst als er weit genug vom Eingang entfernt war, schaltete er die Lampe an.
Jetzt, nur vom Schein der Taschenlampe erhellt, wirkte das alte Gewoelbe mit all den Folterinstrumenten noch viel unheimlicher. Auf der Streckbank breitete er noch einmal seine Schatzkarte aus, um den Weg zu erfahren. Zwischen Gruft und Bibliothek gab es einen Geheimgang, und von der Bibliothek aus gab es einen weiteren Geheimweg in kleine Kammer. Genau hier vermutete Dustin das Versteck des Buches. So energisch, wie Natalja ihn vom Untersuchen des Buecherschrankes abgehalten hatte, musste es einfach dort sein. Schnell faltete er den Plan wieder zusammen und eilte leise durch das Gewoelbe.
Dustin erschauderte. Die schwere Eichenholztuer zur Familiengruft stand offen. Ein modriger Luftzug wehte ihm entgegen und sorgte fuer Gaensehaut unter dem Fell. Die Warnungen vor dem Grafen draengten jetzt wieder in sein Bewusstsein. Er schluckte und leuchtete langsam um die Ecke. Kein Lebenszeichen, kein Laut, Stille. Spinnenweben hingen von der Decke, die schemenhaften Umrisse von Saergen waren im schwachen Licht der Lampe zu sehen. Alle waren sie intakt und verschlossen. Alle bis auf einen. Der schwere Holzdeckel lag quer neben dem Sarg, und er war leer.
Es lief ihm kalt den Ruecken herunter. Den Ausbuchtungen der Polsterung nach hatte hier naemlich jemand gelegen. Schnell wollte er diesen Ort verlassen, und so hastete er durchs Dunkel, den schmalen und langen Gang zur Buecherei hinauf. Staendig blickte er nach hinten, aber niemand verfolgte ihn. Endlich, es ging nach oben, eine Wendeltreppe hinauf, bis er vor einer massiven Holzwand stand. Dustin blickte nach oben, nach unten. Schnell stellte er fest, dass es eine Art Drehtuer war, so presste er dagegen bis ein Spalt offen war, breit genug, um hindurch zu schluepfen. Die Bibliothek, geschafft!
"Ha!" begruesste ihn eine laute weibliche Stimme. "Ich wusste doch du wuerdest wiederkommen!"
Dustin erschrak zur Salzsaeule, bewegungsunfaehig befand er sich im Spalt zwischen Buecherschrank und Geheimgang. Alle Sinne schrien nach einer schnellen Flucht, doch sein Fleisch gehorchte nicht. Wie angewurzelt stand er in der Ecke und suchte die Quelle der Stimme.
"Hier oben!" rief die Stimme erneut und Dustin blickte an die Decke. Eine dunkle Gestalt hing Kopfueber herunter und war offenbar in ihre Fluegel gehuellt. Dustin erkannte die Stimme jetzt wieder, es war Natalja. "Ihr Abenteurer gebt wohl nie auf, was?" sagte sie schon etwas ruhiger zu ihm und liess sich von der Decke auf den Boden gleiten. Langsam kam sie auf den voellig paralysierten Dustin zu.
"Keine Sorge, ich tu dir nichts", redete sie jetzt beruhigend auf Dustin ein, "sei nur froh, dass du nicht meinem Onkel begegnet bist!"
"Ich... aehm... da unten... Sarg offen..." war das einzige, was Dustin herausstottern konnte.
"He, Kleiner. Sag mir erstmal, wie Du heisst."
"Kleiner?" dachte sich Dustin leicht empoert, war er doch fast eine Kopf groesser als die Fledermaeusin vor ihm. "Dustin", antwortete er schliesslich, nachdem er wieder etwas Mut gefasst hatte. Er trat aus dem Spalt heraus und stand nun vor Natalja.
"Dustin, hm?" sagte sie zu ihm und musterte ihn von oben bis unten. Er konnte im Halbdunkel zwar kaum etwas von ihr erkennen, aber sie als Fledermaus hatte wohl bessere Augen und erkannte jedes Detail an ihm. "Hast Du auch einen Nachnamen, Dustin?"
"Digby, Dustin Digby. Und Du bist dann wohl Natalja von Flapp, habe ich Recht?" Da sie ihn dutzte, tat er das gleiche mit ihr.
"Natalja von und zu Flapp", betonte sie. "Ich lege wert auf meinen Namen"
"Das klingt, als ob dein voller Name etwas laenger waere", forschte Dustin.
"Ich koennte es dir sagen", fluesterte Natalja ihm zu und strich mit ihrer krallenbewehrten Pfote ueber seinen Kopf, "aber du koenntest es dir weder merken noch buchstabieren. Also frage nicht weiter danach."
"Und was wird jetzt mit mir geschehen?" fragte Dustin vorsichtig nach.
"Ich werde dir geben was du suchst, aber du wirst es nicht haben wollen", eroeffnete Natajla ueberraschend.
"Wieso?" fragte Dustin neugierig-ueberrascht nach.
"Das wirst du schon sehen", hielt ihn Natalja hin, "aber zuerst will ich etwas von dir!"
Dustin erschauderte. Was koennte sie wollen? Geld? Wohl kaum.
"Ich will dich aussaugen!" hauchte sie dem verschrecktem Dustin ins Gesicht.
Ihm rutsche das Herz in die Hose. Dennoch pochte es fuehlbar schmerzhaft, sein Puls raste, Todesangst. Er schluckte und versuchte sich nichts anmerken zu lassen. Er oeffnte die Schnute, aber er war unfaehig einen Ton hervorzubringen.
Natalja erkannte die Angst im Gesicht ihres naechtlichen Besuchs. Sie grinste, so dass Dustin ihre spitzen weissen Eckzaehne im Dunkeln schimmern sah. "Ich will nicht dein Blut...", sagte sie schliesslich und machte eine lange Pause. "Ich will deine Maennlichkeit!"
Erleichterung und Ueberraschung machte sich breit. Er haette mit allem gerechnet, aber nicht damit! Er war sprachlos, ihm fiel einfach nichts dazu ein. War das alles nur ein Traum? Bestimmt. Gleich wuerde er aufwachen und auf den Wecker schauen.
"Du bist suess, Dustin", holte ihn Natalja aus seinen Ueberlegungen, "komm hier herueber."
Sie nahm den verwunderten Dingo an die Hand und ging mit ihm quer durch die Bibliothekshalle. Ein Polstersessel stand hier in einer Ecke. "Setz dich", forderte sie ihn auf und er folgte ihr. Es kam ihm immer noch so vor wie ein Traum. Durch die grossen Fenster schien etwas Mondlicht auf ihren schlanken Koerper, der in ein schwarzes Gewand gehuellt war. "Lehn dich zurueck, Dustin", sagte sie zu ihm und kniete sich vor ihm auf den mit weichen Teppichen gepolsterten Boden.
Dustin beschloss, die Dinge geschehen zu lassen und lehnte sich zurueck, versuchte sich zu entspannen.
Natalja liess ihre Pfoten ueber seinen Koerper wandern, entlang seiner Flanken, an den Schenkeln herunter und wieder herauf. Dustin konnte gar nicht anders, er begann schneller zu atmen und genoss die Zaertlichkeiten. Eine groesser werdende Beule in seinem Overall verriet der Fledermaeusin seine langsam steigende Erregung. Schnell hatte sie den langen Reissverschluss seines Overalls geoeffnet und fuhr mit ihren Pfoten durch sein weiches Brustfell. Dustins nun aus ihrem Gefaengnis befreite Maennlichkeit zuckte erregt in die Luft.
"Was haben wir denn da Feines?" sagte Natalja verfuehrerisch und kraulte vorsichtig Dustins flauschigen Sack. Mit ihrer anderen Pfote streichelte sie sanft ueber den steif aufgerichteten Dingo-Liebesmuskel. Dustin stoehnte und presste sich sich in den Sessel, seine Pfoten krallten sich in die Armlehnen. Aber Natalja verzichtete auf eine Antwort, statt dessen umschloss sie seinen Staender mit ihrer Pfote und leckte mit ihrer heissen Zungenspitze ueber seine freiliegende Penisspitze.
Dustin biss die Zaehne zusammen, wollte am liebsten laut aufstoehnen. Es war ein schreckliches Gefuehl, schrecklich quaelend, kitzelnd, juckend. Aber es war auch unbeschreiblich erregend, geil. Lange wuerde er diese Quaelerei nicht aushalten, das wusste auch Natalja. So hoerte sie fuer einen Moment mit dem Zungenspiel auf, und der sich windende Dustin hatte eine kurze Verschnaufpause.
"Na mein Lieber, das hattest du nicht erwartet, was?" fragte sie ihn und leckte sich verfuehrerisch die Lippen. Dustin konnte darauf einfach nichts erwidern, er schuettelte einfach nur den Kopf. Nein, das hatte er wirklich nicht erwartet.
Wieder fuhr sie mit ihren Krallen durch sein Brust- und Bauchfell, brachte seinen Koerper zum erschaudern. Wohlige Schauer liefen ihm ueber den Ruecken, als sie langsam ihre niedliche Schnauze ueber sein bestes Stueck stuelpte. Dustin stoehnte auf und genoss den Anblick, wie sie mit ihrer rechten Pfote weiterhin seinen Schaft umklammert hielt, um besser an seinem Staender lutschen zu koennen. Und sie machte ihren Job wirklich gut, Dustin hatte Muehe, sich an eine vergleichbare Erfahrung zu erinnern. Natalja schien eine wahre Meisterin der Zungenakrobatik zu sein, so gekonnt verwoehnte sie seinen empfindlichen Liebesmuskel.
Dustin begann immer heftiger zu atmen, inzwischen massierte die niedliche Fledermaeusin seinen prallen Dingopenis im Zusammenspiel von Schauze und Pfote, immer schneller und heftiger. Sie wollte es, sie brauchte es. Sie wollte ihn unbedingt kommen lassen, sein Sperma aus ihm heraus saugen. Der Dingo begann die Kontrolle ueber sich zu verlieren, stoehnte laut auf, sein Koerper begann sich zu verkrampfen. Dustin spuerte, wie es in seiner Lendengegend immer enger wurde, wie die Saefte in ihm langsam nach oben stiegen. Quaelend langsam brachte sie ihn seinem Orgasmus entgegen.
"Komm, Dustin... gib mir alles... lass mich dich aussaugen..." stoehnte sie zwischenzeitlich und toernte den aufgegeilten Dingo damit noch weiter an. Ja, er wollte es ihr geben. Ihr seinen Saft in den Rachen spritzen, in diese niedliche hungrige Fledermausschnautze!
Dustin zuckte, vergrub seine Krallen in der Polsterlehne. Sein Koerper versteifte sich, jeder Muskel hart wie Stahl. "Nnnggg...", er stoehnte kurz auf, biss die Zaehne zusammen, und mit hohem Druck verliess sein heisser Liebessaft seinen knueppelharten Staender. Dustin spritze ihr alles in den Rachen, so viel, dass die kleine Fledermaeusin Probleme mit dem Schlucken hatte, ein paar weisse Tropfen liefen ihr an den Leftzen herunter. Natalja saugte und saugte, bis nichts mehr aus dem erschoepften Dingo herauszuholen war. Erschoepft sank Dustin im Sessel zusammen, waehrend sich Natalja die Reste von den Lippen leckte.
"Immer noch interessiert am Tagebuch meines Onkels?" fragte sie schliesslch zufrieden laechelnd.
"Uh-hu", keuchte der sprichwoertlich ausgelutschte Dustin und nickte. Vorsichtig dirigierte er seinen erschlaffendes Glied zurueck in die Fellspalte und zog den Reissverschluss seines Overalls hoch. Dann stand er auf und hielt sich am Sessel fest. Seine Knie waren noch etwas weich, aber sonst war er wieder fit.
"Dann folge mir", forderte sie ihn auf ging zu einem der massiven Buecherschraenke.
Wie Dustin schon vermutet hatte, befand sich hier eine Geheimtuer. Natalja zog zielsicher eines der Buecher heraus, und der schwere Schrank rueckte wie durch Geisterhand bewegt einen Meter zur Seite. Kaum waren beide auf dere anderen Seite, betaetigte Natalja einen Hebel an der Wand und die Tuer schloss sich. Nun war es so dunkel, dass man die Pfote vor Augen nicht sehen konnte. "Etwas Licht gefaellig?" fragte Natalja und mit einem Klick wurde es hell. Dustins Augen brauchten eine Weile, bis sie sich an die Helligkeit gewoehnt hatten, doch dann konnte er sein Umfeld erkennen.
Die beiden befanden sich in einem kleinen Zimmer, etwa drei mal vier Meter gross. Ein altmodischer Schreibtisch nebst Drehstuhl, ein grosser Buecherschrank und ein Tresor befanden sich darin. Die Waende waren weiss getuencht und mit roten Samtvorhaengen bedeckt, doch was den Raum erst richtig fuellte, war das auffaellige Bett. Es war ein Doppelbett, eines dieser altmodischen metallenen Bettgestelle, eine kunstvolle Schmiedearbeit.
"Mein Onkel hat schon vor mehreren Jahren aufgehoert, weiter an seinem Tagebuch zu schreiben", eroeffnete sie dem sich umschauenden Dustin. "Er bat mich, es fuer ihn aufzubewahren. Ich habe es hier in meinem Tresor liegen, aber bevor ich es dir zeige, habe ich noch eine Bitte."
"Welche denn?" fragte Dustin ueberrascht.
"Wie gesagt, ich will es dir zuerst nur zeigen, dich einen Blick hineinwerfen lassen. Nur damit du erkennst, warum du damit wahrscheinlich nichts anfangen kannst. Ich muss sichergehen, dass du dir das Buch nicht einfach schnappst und damit abhaust."
Dustin war noch ueberraschter. Nicht nur, weil sie auf einmal neue Forderungen stellte, sondern auch, weil er sich beim besten Willen nicht denken konnte, was sie meinte. Wieso sollte die Formel fuer die ewige Jugend nutzlos sein? "Und was willst du noch mit mir machen?" fragte er schliesslich und deutete auf die Tuer. "Die ist doch verschlossen, oder?"
"Die geht auch genau so leicht wieder auf", erklaerte Natalja. "Ich will mir sicher sein, dass du nicht einfach abhaust. Zieh dich aus."
"Was?" fragte Dustin unglaeubig.
"Ausziehen!" wiederholte Natalja ihre Forderung noch einmal und zeigte auf das Bett. "Und dann hinlegen, auf den Ruecken. Du willst doch das Buch, oder?"
So langsam war sich Dustin da nicht mehr sicher. Diese Fledermaeusin war merkwuerdig. Hatte sie wirklich das Buch, oder war das alles nur eine Falle? Nein, es gab nur eine Moeglichkeit, dies herauszufinden, sich ihrem Willen zu beugen. Dustin nickte und zog langsam den Reissverschluss herunter. Es war nicht das erste Mal, dass er sich vor einem Weibchen nackt machte, aber das erste Mal in einer solchen Situation. So schaelte er sich aus dem Overall und warf das Kleidungsstueck zusammen mit seinen Handschuhen, dem Rucksack und der Muetze auf den Boden. Er schaute nochmal zu Natalja, die zufrieden nickte, und legte sich dann mit dem Ruecken auf das kuehle, weiche Bett. Es war wohl auf die normalen Fledermaus-Masse ausgelegt, denn Dustin mit seinen 183 Zentimetern war schon fast zu gross dafuer.
"Rueck in die Mitte", forderte Natalja, "und Arme und Beine spreizen."
Er tat wie ihm befohlen und blickte erwartungsvoll zu Natalja. Seine Fuesse und Pfoten steckten nun zwischen den Metallstreben des Bettgestells, wobei sein Kopf am Fussende lag und seine Fuesse zur Wand zeigten. Er hatte eine duestere Voranhnung, die sich schnell bewahrheiten sollte.
Natalja kramte kurz in Dustins Rucksack und brachte das lange Kletterseil zum Vorschein. Mit einem Durchmesser von gut einem Zentimeter und der weichen Oberflaeche war es auch ideal zum Fesseln geeignet - zumindest schien Natalja genau das durch den Kopf zu gehen. Blitzschnell hatte sie alle seine Gliedmassen an das Bettgestell gebunden und ihn so bewegungsunfaehig gemacht.
Dustin wusste nicht so recht, was er darueber denken sollte, aber irgendwie gefiel ihm das Ganze auch. Diese Wehrlosigkeit, das Gefesseltsein... das war schon irgendwie erregend. Und wenn er nicht erst ein paar Minuten zuvor einen ziemlichen Abgang gehabt haette, wuerde sicherlich schon sein pochender Knochen bereit stehen. So spielte sich seine Erregung nur in seinem Geiste ab.
Fast schon routiniert ueberpruefte Natalja den Sitz des Seils, dass sich ihr Gefangener auch ja nicht selbst befreien konnte. Dann ging sie hinueber zum Tresor und gab die geheime Kombination ein. Klick! Die Tuer war offen. Nur ein einziges zerfleddertes Buch lag darin, ganz offensichtlich mindestens 50 Jahre alt, wenn nicht sogar noch viel aelter. Vorsichtig nahm sie das Buch heraus und legte es auf den Schreibtisch. Wieder Dustin zugewandt, schob sie ihm ein Kissen unter den Kopf, so dass er besser sehen konnte. Dann beugte sie sich mit dem Buch ueber ihn, so dass er das Objekt der Begierde genau betrachten konnte.
Nun gab es fuer Dustin keinen Zweifel mehr. Sein Herz schlug schneller, schon am Deckblatt erkannte er, dass es sich wirklich um das echte Buch des Grafen handeln musste. "Umblaettern", bat er Natalja aufgeregt. Was nun folgte, waren seitenlange handschriftliche Aufzeichnungen des Grafen, wieder ein unumstoesslicher Beweis fuer die Echtheit. "Und die Formel?" bat Dustin, "blaetter weiter zur Formel!"
Natalja schlug das Buch ein paar Seiten weiter auf und hielt es Dustin vor die Nase. "Da hast du deine Formel."
Schnell ueberflog der intelligente Forscher mit geuebtem Blick die vielen kleinen Formeln, die komplizierten Verschachtelungen, Berechnungen. Schnell wich die Aufregung und Freude der Resignation. "Nein, das kann nicht sein! Sag, dass das nicht wahr ist!" sagte er leise und enttaeuscht zu Natalja.
"Doch, genau so ist es. Siehst du jetzt, dass deine Muehe vergeblich war? Niemand kann von der Formel profitieren. Niemand ausser den echten Vampiren der Familie zu Flapp."
"Ich begreife das nicht... all die Forschungen, all die Investitionen..." Dustin schuettelte den Kopf und blickte enttaeuscht an die Decke.
"Vielleicht kann ich deine Enttaeuschung ja etwas lindern..." sagte Natalja geheimnisvoll.
"Wie denn?"
"Indem ich deine momentane Lage etwas ausnutze." Sie grinste mit einem Grinsen, das nichts Gutes verhiess. "Es kommt selten genug vor, dass ich einen so knackigen Kerl wie dich hier zu Gast habe." Sie leckte sich die Lippen und strich sich provokant ueber ihren jungen Koerper. Im Gegensatz zu Dustin war sie noch immer bekleidet, in einem knoechellangem schwarzen Kleid. Ihre etwa handtellergrossen Brueste zeichneten sich deutlich durch den Stoff ab, und die steifen Nippel verrieten ihre Erregung. Mit einem Griff nach hinten hatte sie das Kleid geoeffnet und liess es an ihrem Koerper zu Boden gleiten.
Dustin bekam grosse Augen, als ihr wunderschoener Koerper zum Vorschein kam. Unter dem Kleid trug sie nur einen weissen Slip, der einen schoenen Kontrast zu ihrem dunklen Fell gab. Sie trug keinen BH, ihre schoenen, festen Brueste praesentierten sich ihm in aller Offenheit. Er schluckte. Der Anblick war mehr als erregend, doch unten rum tat sich bei ihm nichts... der letzte Orgasmus war noch nicht lang genug her.
"Du, ich weiss das zu schaetzen, aber bei mir tut sich erstmal nichts", entschuldigte er sich, "die Sache vorhin war wohl zu intensiv."
Jetzt war es Natalja, die einen enttaeuschten Gesichtsausdruck zeigte. Sie gruebelte etwas, dann stieg sie zu ihm aufs Bett und kniete sich ueber ihn. Langsam beugte sie sich ueber den gefesselten Dingo, bis ihre Schnauze an seinem Ohr war. Dann begann sie zu fluestern:
"Es gibt da einen alten Trick, der funktioniert immer. Aber es erfordert viel Vertrauen." Sie machte eine kleine Pause. "Darf ich dich beissen?"
Dustin war erschrocken. Sich beissen lassen, von einem Vampir? "I-ich weiss nicht..." sagte er zurueckhaltend. Ihre weissen, spitzen Eckzaehne sahen schon irgendwie gefaehrlich aus.
"Keine Sorge, es tut nur am Anfang weh. Ein kleiner Stich, danach nur noch Lust. Und zum Vampir wirst du auch nicht. Ich bin kein echter Vampir, nur eine halbwegs gewoehnliche Fledermaus. Lass es einfach geschehen."
Ihre Stimme hatte etwas Beruhigendes an sich, und eigentlich war Dustin ja auch offen fuer neue Erfahrungen. "Okay", stimmte er schliesslich zu, "aber bitte vorsichtig."
Natalja nickte und begann ihm durch sein Fell zu streicheln, ihm etwas Entspannung zu geben. Langsam naeherte sie sich mit ihrer Schnauze seinem Hals, er konnte ihren heissen Atem spueren. Sein Herz begann schneller zu schlagen, bis zum Hals, so hatte er das Gefuehl. Jetzt oeffnete sie ihre Schnute, die scharfen Eckzaehne glitten ueber das Fell, suchten eine Ader. Ein Pieks, ein kurzer Schmerz, und dann eine unbeschreibliche Erfahrung.
Sterne begannen vor Dustins Augen zu tanzen, eine angenehme Waerme breitete sich vom Hals ausgehend im gesamten Koerper aus. Wohlige Schauer der Lust durchfluteten ihn, brachten ihn zum Stoehnen. Es kribbelte in seinen Hoden, wie ein nie zuvor gespuerter Reiz. Er spuerte, wie sich sein Penis zu versteifen begann, sich seinen Weg aus der Fellscheide suchte. Fordernd drueckte sein Liebesmuskel gegen Nataljas Becken. Endlich loeste Natalja den Biss, ein paar Tropfen frischen Blutes waren noch auf ihren Lippen zu sehen, bevor sie diese wegschleckte. Sie keuchte hoerbar, ihr Koerper bebte vor Erregung. In ihrem weissen Slip war deutlich in grosser nasser Fleck zu sehen. Sie war nicht mehr nur einfach erregt, sie war geil, sprichwoertlich blutgeil.
Schnell streifte sie sich den nassen Slip ab und warf ihn achtlos in eine Ecke. Dustin konnte gar nicht reagieren, so schnell geschah das alles. "Ich denke, auf ein Vorspiel koennen wir verzichten", stoehnte Natalja noch zu Dustin, dann griff sie mit der rechten Pfote nach seinem steifen Holm und brachte ihn in Position. Dustin stoehnte leise auf, als sie sich langsam auf seinen Freudenstaender setzte und er tief in sie eindringen konnte. Sie verharrte von ihm voll ausgefuellt fuer einige Sekunden regungslos, dann begann sie ihn leise stoehnend langsam zu reiten.
Natalja kniete direkt auf ihm und hatte ihre Beine einfach unter seine geklemmt. So sass sie noch fester im Sattel und konnte ihn herrlich tief in sie spueren. Dustin genoss jeden Augenblick und freute sich ueber den Anblick ihrer prallen Brueste, die im Takt ihrer Stoesse vor ihm wippten.
"Oh Dustin... das ist so ...ah... oh... geil... komm, fuelle mich mit deinem Staender", stoehnte sie, waehrend sie sich nach hinten gebeugt mit den Pfoten auf seine Knie stuetzte. Sie genoss jeden Zentimeter von Dustins Lustbolzen, auf dem sie noch immer langsam und geniessend ritt.
Dustin war im siebten Himmel. Immer wieder blickte er hoch auf Natalja wippende Brueste und hinunter auf ihren nassen Spalt, in dem sein bestes Stueck ganze Arbeit leistete. Ungewoehlich stark massierte ihn ihr Liebesschlund, selten hatte er etwas derart Intensives erlebt. Nur zu gern wuerde er diese suessen Tittchen in den Pfoten halten, mit den Nippeln spielen. Doch die Fesseln hielten ihn zurueck. Es machte ihn verrueckt, dass er ihr vollkommen ausgeliefert war. Sie bestimmte das Tempo, und das war noch nicht sehr hoch. Immer wieder erwiderte er ihre Reitbewegungen mit einer Gegenbewegung seines Beckens, animierte sie so dazu, schneller zu reiten.
"Du willst es schneller?" fragte sie ihn schliesslich und gab auch gleich die Antwort. "Gut, dann sollst du es schneller bekommen."
Natalja stuetzte sich jetzt auf Dustins Brustkorb und begann schneller und heftiger auf seiner Maennlichkeit zu reiten. Sie stoehnte, und auch Dustin genoss das gesteigerte Tempo. Doch ploetzlich hielt sie inne. Dustin begann etwas schneller zu atmen, und Natalja spuerte, wie etwas Dickes an Dustins Penisschaft gegen ihre Vagina drueckte.
"Ist das dein Knoten?"
Dustin nickte. "Meinst du, du kannst ihn aufnehmen?"
Natalja antwortete nicht, sondern laechelte nur. Sie konzentrierte sich und presste ihren Koerper langsam gegen die grosse kugelfoermige Verdickung an Dustins Schaft. Ein Ausdruck reinster Lust war in ihrem Gesicht zu sehen und sie stoehnte gluecklich auf, als der ganze Knoten in ihrer Pussy verschwunden war.
Dustin begann zu hecheln, instinktiv stiess er sein Geraet in den heissen und engen Schlund, immer schneller, heftiger. Natalja gab diesen Freudenspender nicht mehr her, lies den Knoten nocht mehr aus ihrem Spalt gleiten. Mit aller Macht presste sie sich gegen den grossen Eindringling, der unzaehlige Wellen der Lust durch ihren Koerper jagte. Mit diesem Ding in ihr war sie nicht mehr weit vom Hoehepunkt entfernt, ritt immer wilder und heftiger auf ihm, seinen Knoten fest umklammert. "Oh ja, oh ja, oh ja, oohhhh...." Sie stoehnte, vergrub ihre Krallen tief in seinem Brustfell, ihr Koerper versteifte, ihre Flughaut spannte sich auf, ein gellend heller Lustschrei erfuellte das kleine Zimmer.
Im Augenblick ihres Hoehepunktes verkrampfte sich ihre gesamte Muskulatur, die geile Enge um Dustins Penis wurde noch enger. Ohne Ruecksicht stiess er seinen Hammer fest und tief in ihre feuchte Grotte, er wollte kommen, sein Sperma tief in ihren gierigien Spalt spritzen. Er ruettelte an seinen Seilen, stoehnte, keuchte. Unaufhoerlich stieg der Druck in seinen Eiern an, immer naeher kam der Hoehepunkt. "Komm, gib es mir, komm Dustin!" feuerte ihn Natalja weiter an. Und Dustin kam. Er konnte es nicht zurueckhalten, mit einem lauten, bellenden Lustschrei stiess er seinen Knochen noch einmal so tief es ging in ihre heisse Liebesgrotte und spritzte seine Ladung hinein. Noch einmal stiess Natalja einen spitzen Lustschrei aus, dann sank sie neben den voellig erschoepften Dingo auf die Matratze, sein Penis mit dem noch immer voll angeschwollenen Knoten flutschte mit einem leisen 'plopp' hinaus, eine nicht unbeachtliche Menge Sperma folgte.
Ungefaehr fuenf Minuten vergingen, bis beide wieder einigermassen bei Kraeften waren. "Aehm Natalja, koenntest du mich dann wieder losbinden? Ich habe schon gar kein Gefuehl mehr in den Pfoten", erinnerte Dustin an seinen gefesselten Zustand.
Natalja nickte. "Natuerlich."
Schnell wischte sie sich und Dustin das ausgelaufene Sperma aus dem Fell und band den Dingo dann los. "Du solltest dich besser schnell anziehen", meinte sie ploetzlich nach einem Blick auf die Uhr.
"Huch, wieso denn so ploetzlich?" fragte Dustin.
"Mein Onkel muesste bald zurueck sein. Er hat es nicht sonderlich gern, wenn sich nachts Fremde im Schloss aufhalten, du verstehst?"
Dustin verstand. Und er war nicht sonderlich erpicht darauf, dem Grafen hoechstpersoenlich zu begegnen.
"Du kannst durch den Haupteingang raus, durch die Gruft ist es jetzt zu unsicher", sagte sie, waehrend er sich seinen Overall ueberzog. "Ich nehme an, du kennst den Weg?"
Dustin nickte, er kannte den Weg ja noch von der Fuehrung am Vortag. Fertig angezogen stand er jetzt vor der Tuer und wartete darauf, dass Natalja ihn heraus liess. Kaum war die Tuer offen, eilte Dustin auch schon in den dunklen Buecherraum, um seine Augen wieder an die Dunkelheit zu gewoehnen.
"Kriege ich denn keine Verabschiedung?" hoerte er aus dem Dunkel hinter sich Nataljas Stimme. Sie hatte das geheime Zimmer bereits wieder verschlossen und war in der Dunkelheit nicht zu sehen. Seine Augen suchten zwischen den schemenhaft erkennbaren Buecherschraenken vergeblich nach ihr.
"HIer oben, Dustin", lachte sie leise.
Tatsaechlich, sie hing wieder kopfueber von der Decke, hielt sich mit ihren Fuessen an der Messingstange fest. Ihr Kopf war mit seinem auf gleicher Hoehe, so dass sie sich direkt in die Augen sehen konnten. In ihren Augen spiegelte sich das Mondlicht.
"Danke, Dustin, danke fuer die schoene Nacht", sagte sie zu ihm und streichelte ihm mit der Pfote ueber den Kopf.
"Nein, Natalja, ich habe zu danken." Er seufzte, trat einen Schritt nach vorn, streichelte ihr Kinn. Langsam naeherten sich die Koepfe des ungleicheichen Paares, Schnauze an Schnauze. Ihre Lippen beruehrten sich, ein elektrisierendes Kribbeln durchfuhr die Koerper der beiden. Wie von selbst gesteuert suchten sich zwei Zungen ihren Weg in die Schnute des anderen, erforschten sich gegenseitig. Ein unglaublich schoenes Gefuehl hatte die beiden gepackt, doch es war nun Zeit zu gehen.
Nur widerwillig loeste Dustin den intensiven Kuss. Noch einmal schaute er tief in Nataljas Augen, streichelte ihr ueber die Wangen, dann verabschiedete er sich und eilte hinunter zum Hof.
Es war gewiss nicht sein letzter Besuch im Schloss Flapp. | FSE |
Title: Time sea/ Time sand by cainfoxy
Tags: Dark, Poem, Sad
by Cain Darkness fill's the air around. nothingness is my guilt. Lost in the sea of time. I drifted for enternity. Love is gone dead as life. A monster inside tear's at me. Hate if fill me torward's all other being. Shadow hide me. Keep me away from all other today. rap my wicked body in blessed chain's. In hope i dont become my worst beast. My thoght's are mad with no order to thim. Confuseing light blinding me. Falling and triping were will i land. Evil am i,Maybe. Rip from me my only dream. Left to the wind to be worn away. As the sand of time fall away. Please let this pain all end. | FSE |
Title: Something Something Something Hyper 3: G-Shep in the City by danath
Tags: Breast Growth, Cock Growth, Dancing, German Shepherd, Hermaphrodite, Lactation, Orgy, Public, Sex, Transformation, shopping
Something Something Something Hyper 3: G-Shep in the City
By Danath
[www.danath.com](http://www.danath.com/)
Shep is © FurrySkiBum ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furryskibum](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/furryskibum)).
Parts 1 & 2: [http://www.sofurry.com/view/149921](http://www.sofurry.com/view/149921) (Recommended, but not totally necessary, to read first)
Shep's apartment was a mess. A giant pile of clothing lay half-surrounded by a white garbage bag. Male jeans, button-up shirts, and college-branded sweatshirts lay messily around it, discarded with obvious haste and distaste. The bed was covered by an assortment of more feminine clothing: panties, short-shorts, miniskirts, tube tops, and baby doll t-shirts.
Standing near the foot of the bed, Shep modeled herself in the door-length mirror, holding up a small white shirt with the words "PUSSY HOUND" scrawled across it in jagged designer lines. Her other paw held a black miniskirt, over which a fourteen-inch red shaft lay, throbbing gently, half-aroused.
The German Shepherd pulled a face, scrunching up her thick black lips, before tossing the two articles of clothing back onto the pile. She rummaged around in the piles, thick hips swaying, tail wagging furiously, as she waded through the clothes, searching for just the right outfit to make her club debut.
Massive, teardrop-shaped breasts swayed side to side as she stood. They jiggled delightfully, fighting against gravity, nipples slightly upturned, as she held up another shirt.
Sharp rows of white teeth glistened in the light as she nodded. This was it. It was perfect.
It took several minutes of squeezing to fit the sparkling red dress over her prodigious chest and down her broad hips. Her hourglass figure rotated in front of the mirror as she pulled it into place, giggling and shivering with excitement.
The dress was pure sex. There wasn't a neckline so much as a cut-out rectangle extending from the neckline down over her breasts, over her belly, ending just above her crotch. The sides strained to contain her massive breasts, which nearly popped free every time she moved. Her thick nipples poked out against the glittery fabric as they pulled her bosoms to the side, exposing every single strand of fur between them. Her hard belly was also exposed, all the lush tan fur shiny and fresh after a long, hot shower and thorough brushing.
The waist of the miniskirt barely touched her thighs, but managed to wrap around her fat rump, hugging the hams tight together. Her tail wagged against the back of her thighs, pushed down by the fabric. The back of the dress was solid, tight against her thick pelt as it hooked together under her long blonde hair. Cut-outs along the back showed off more of her hips. Her bare arms flexed, smooth and muscular, and she smiled happily.
"Oh, this is so perfect!" she gasped, swinging her hips, causing her floppy maleness to smack between her legs.
She leaned back over the bed and picked out a pair of lacy white satin panties. She rested her rump on the bed and kicked her legs up into the air, fitting her thick calves and thighs through the leg holes and pulling them up. She used one paw to pull the waistband straight out and the other to fold her fat shaft over. The maleness was simply too large to fit into her taut sheath even when she was fully flaccid. Now, thanks to her excitement, it felt like a tube of warm rubber, thick and flexible, and she had to work to stuff it all into the panties.
The fabric bulged around her meaty shaft and heavy nuts, outlining her male attributes as it pulled them upwards. They were still too large to fit under the hem of the miniskirt, so as she walked, she pulled the red cloth down, halfway covering them. She posed for a moment in the mirror, admiring her curves and swells.
Finally, she chose a pair of matching red heels. The four-inch-high shoes gave her even more height and caused her lean, long legs to flex, showing off their definition under all that brown fur. The tan fur on the insides of her legs bristled as she turned around and bent over, looking over her shoulder at the outline of her damp pussy lips, stretching out against the taut white satin.
"Ooh, they're gonna love me in this!" she gasped, straightening up.
The German Shepherd laughed as she grabbed a tiny pink handbag and tossed in her phone and keys to her pink convertible. No need for money - she was confident all her potential suitors wouldn't be able to resist buying her whatever she liked.
Shep giggled as she stepped out of her apartment and headed for the elevator. Her huge breasts jiggled side to side as she walked, partly flattened under the tension of the tight dress. Her massive cock strained against her panties, feeling delightful against her thighs.
She took a deep breath and nearly purred as she exhaled, examining her reflection in the gold-plated trim of the elevator door. It dinged loudly as it opened and she stepped inside, ignoring the shocked looks of the two college students standing inside. They were holding buckets of laundry and wearing jeans and hoodies.
"Oh, hello, boys," Shep said, tossing her hair back and sticking out her chest. "What do you think of my new outfit? Got it for a real bargain!"
The two humans didn't look away as she ran her paws down her front, caressing her breasts and belly. One shifted on his feet, holding his basket of clothes closer to his hips.
"Hee hee! No sense hiding it, stud," Shep said, leaning in close to the one that moved. "I can smell your cock. Do you want a piece of little ol' me?"
The glassy-eyed student nodded, jaw hanging open, and Shep growled playfully, teasing under his chin with one of her claws.
"Aww... poor guy," she said, turning away. "I'd love to stay and play, but I don't want to mess up my hair!"
The elevator dinged and the door opened to the lobby. Shep strutted out, hips swaying, tail wagging, big hips moving sensually side-to-side. The German Shepherd turned and blew the two males a kiss before waggling her fingers at them as the door closed.
"Mmph... they were cute," she said to herself, reaching down to rearrange her massive cock inside her straining panties. "Maybe I'll fuck them later."
She trotted out to her car, which was triple-parked over two handicap spaces and the curb. Ignoring the police officer writing a ticket, she pushed the keys in and revved the engine. The cop stared at her chest as she moved her rear-view mirror to double-check her face and teeth. Smoothing her fur back, the canine pursed her lips and dug into her tiny purse for some lip gloss.
She applied it as she drove, tearing through the streets. Her enhanced hearing and sense of smell guided her and she barely looked at the road, too focused on applying the glossy sheen. The pink convertible hopped curbs, drove through grass, and cut willy-nilly through the evening traffic. She left a trail of fender benders behind her as people swerved to avoid her.
It wasn't a long drive to the club. Shep hauled on the handbrake, flipping the car into a whizzing spin, and screeched to a halt next to the curb, barely squeezing in between two cars in front and behind her. The driver who'd been angling to back into the spot leaned out his window, cursing, but fell silent when he saw the canine jump from the convertible and approach his car.
"Sorry for taking your spot, sweetie," she said, leaning forward to press her cold nose into his cheek. "Maybe I'll make it up to you later!"
The canine giggled and teased his cheek with her claws before strutting towards the entrance of the club. Bypassing the long line of men and women waiting behind a velvet rope barrier, she breezed past the stupefied bouncer and entered the chic night spot.
"He... hey!"
She ignored the shouts as the door closed behind her. The night club was nice and dark, with flashing strobes and neon. Techno and dubstep played over the giant speakers spread throughout and the canine's ears pointed forward when she spotted the bar. She strutted up and took a martini glass full of some gaudy pink cocktail, complete with lemon twist and umbrella. The waitress just stared as the canine sauntered away, one paw reaching down to rearrange her swaying package.
The dance floor parted for her as the dancing, bouncing people caught scent of her strong pheromones. They stared at her plump, juicy ass, and her huge, swinging tits, as well as the thick log stretching out her panties. She stood in the center of the floor, hips swaying in time to the music, and opened her muzzle to tip the drink back, swallowing it in a single gulp.
She smacked her glossy, thick black lips and handed the empty glass to a nearby man in a black blazer and designer blue jeans.
"Two more of those, honey, and make it quick," she said, patting his cheek with her paw.
The canine lifted her paws, dancing more freely to the music as the alcohol burned down her throat. She woofed, low and deep, as her tight dress flexed across her stacked figure.
The German Shepherd smiled when she spotted a hot piece of ass near the edge of the dance floor. She grabbed for the woman and pulled her up close, hips grinding forward. The startled woman moaned, dark skin flushing with heat as her nose twitched, inhaling Shep's strong scent.
"Hey, baby... you here alone?" Shep asked, massive breasts flattening to the poor woman's dress.
"I... I... I..."
"Enough stammering. Let's dance!"
Shep growled and turned the woman around. As the shocked bystanders watched, she ground her hips forward, rubbing her floppy canine shaft against the woman's hips and rump. The black woman groaned and pushed back as the music blasted over them; Shep's claws streaked down her shoulders and around her chest, so that her paws cupped the woman's chest.
The German Shepherd growled playfully into the woman's ears and nibbled on her neck as her cock thickened up in her panties, fatter and thicker by the moment.
"Mmhhh... damn, baby... you feel so good!"
Shep giggled and squeezed her back tightly, lewdly grinding her hips forward. She pointed her paw straight out, towards a handsome man in a white jacket and black button-up.
"C'mere, handsome. Let's have some fun!"
The stunned man stumbled forward, dazed. The ventilation in the club was not very good and already the canine's pheromones were spreading, infecting everyone inside. His tented pants pressed against her side as she ground into the woman in front of her.
Moments later, Shep was laughing and bouncing, swinging her hips back into the man's bulging pants and the woman's wet thighs. She grunted as her panties filled, stretching more tautly yet. The tip of her cock pointed down, to a spot just in front of her feet, but the shaft was curled outwards, flexing and throbbing against the fabric. Her red flesh was easily visible under the stretched satin. The lights flashed, the music played, and the bass dropped as she ground back and forth between her two dazed partners.
Someone pressed drinks into her hands and she smiled at the man who handed them to her. She downed one rapidly and handed the martini glass back to him before wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pulling his face down to her chest.
As his mouth pressed into her spread cleavage, she tipped her head back and drank the other, moaning as she felt her lengthy cock rubbing against the woman's rear end.
"Oooh, dancing makes me so horny!" she gasped. Her swollen breasts jiggled and bounced, swelling anew as lust coursed through her.
Hands grasped her hips, pulling her back, and she growled hotly as she felt a bare cock slide between her thighs, under the hem of her dress and meaty balls. She glanced back, at the dazed, gasping man in the white jacket, and smiled.
"All right... you two boys are coming with me," she said, teasing their chins with her claws. "And you..." The canine grabbed the woman around the hips and lifted her under her arm as easily as she would a rug. "Aaaannd... how about... oooh, you!"
A short, petite redhead in a black miniskirt stumbled as Shep grabbed at her dress, hauling her forward by the neckline. She sauntered off the dance floor, tugging and pulling her chosen playmates along with her, to the back of the club. She kicked in the door to the office and growled at the manager, who sat up in his chair and dropped the phone.
"Out."
Shep jerked her thumb at the door and the manager bolted, diving away. Shep slammed the door closed and turned towards her four chosen playmates, wiggling her hips and panting.
"All right... let's get this party started!"
Out on the dance floor, things returned more or less to normal. People resumed dancing, drinking, and conversing, as though nothing had happened. Several shook their heads, thinking perhaps they'd had too much to drink, and more than a few women excused themselves to the restroom to wipe up their sopping thighs.
In the back room, Shep giggled and pressed her hips into the belly of the redhead.
"Hey, baby..."
Shep grasped the woman's pale hands and guided them down to her swollen panties, just about ready to tear off from the strain of holding back her massive, growing, throbbing canine dong. The woman pulled them down slowly, revealing inch after inch of semi-hard dog-cock. The red flesh pulsed as the white satin scraped down towards the tip.
The waistband, stretched as far as it could go, hardly fit around the tip. Shep reached down and grasped her length, pulling it up. The redhead let go of the panties and they snapped back up under her heavy balls.
"Go on... give it a kiss!"
Shep wiggled her hips with delight as she felt pouty lips press to her tip, kissing and licking around swollen tip. Lipstick smeared down the underside as she thrust, grinding the fat, near 18-inch length across the freckled features.
"You two... let's go!"
Shep barked order, panting and moaning, feeling the lustful heat growing in her loins. She leaned over, pushing the redhead onto her knees in front of her. The black woman joined in, kneeling next to the other woman. They used their hands, stroking and squeezing the growing length, kissing around it, slurping up the clear pre-cum pulsing out of the head.
The man in the black blazer pulled down his pants, awkwardly stumbling forward, eyes glazed, mouth open, a rather stupid look on his face, Shep thought. Maybe she should have grabbed some other boy toy. Still, her pussy ached for a good pounding and she giggled when he grabbed her hips and pulled up on her miniskirt.
The other male came forward then and pushed Shep onto her knees. The two woman followed her cock; the redhead got on her back, head ending up under the German Shepherd's heavy, softball-sized sac while the other woman straddled her, breasts rubbing against the red length, smearing pre-cum into her makeup.
Shep leaned over a little as she felt a smooth cock slide between her thighs. She growled hotly and pushed back as it tried to penetrate her but missed.
"C'mon... show me what you got, big boy!" she gasped, moaning as her stiff erection spat a few globs of pre-cum over the woman's face. Her swollen balls roiled as the redhead tried to swallow them whole.
The man in the white blazer stripped off his pants and pressed up against her side, reaching down to grab at her swollen breasts. The fabric peeled away, letting both perfect teardrops swing free, heavy and firm. His fingers dug into the tan, creamy fur around her nipples as his hips pumped forward, sliding a hard, light-colored cock up against her muzzle.
Shep groaned as she opened wide and slathered the length with her tongue, drawing it in between her fat black lips. The man cried out, hunching over and clutching at her ears and hair, as she suckled his length, enjoying the taste. Behind her, the other male pumped away, sliding his length as deeply as he could into her wet, sopping pussy. She groaned as her heavy balls dragged back and forth across the redhead's face, while her massive cock slipped beneath the other woman's dress, trapping itself between the cloth and her chest.
Shep groaned as her throbbing length drizzled a steady stream of pre-cum over the woman's breasts and face. She watched, eyes half-closed, as the woman licked and kissed, getting her makeup even more smeared around. Pungent seed dripped down her length and into the thick fur around her sheath, soaking it down, and eventually her saliva-drenched nuts as well. She was happy to see the redhead using both hands now to finger herself, though she made a mental note to help her with that later.
The man in her muzzle didn't have the biggest cock in the world, but he was eager, and that counted for a lot in Shep's book. The canine pursed her lips, easily able to pull the tip to the back of her throat, and slathered her tongue around it again, grinding it up into the underside. He cried out and came without warning, spraying a paltry load on Shep's tongue.
As the man behind her humped into her aching pussy furiously, she pulled off and woofed.
"Bah! Get out of here and go find me a real man, someone with a better dick than yours!"
Shep licked her lips, tasting a bit of salt. She wasn't satisfied, not by a long shot. Was there anyone who could fill her muzzle?
The German Shepherd pulled away from the man behind her and got onto her hands and knees. She pulled the redhead out, sliding her along the floor, and turned her around, on her belly. Her huge cock dragged down her backside, a deep red against her pale white skin. The other woman leaned in, lips seeking out Shep's, as the man behind her lined up once more.
Shep's claws grasped the redhead as she lined up her massive cock with the woman's dripping pussy. The woman's delighted screams of pleasure echoed in the room as the first few inches of the massive doggy-cock slammed inside. As Shep pushed in deeper, she made out with the other woman. They pawed at each other's chests as they did; Shep's claws tickled her dark nipples as they messily traded saliva.
The humping behind her stopped and Shep growled. The stupid male had already cum, and her loins still burned with need. He slumped to the floor, landing on his butt, and stared stupidly ahead as the canine shot him a dirty look.
"Useless males, am I right?" she said, talking between kisses with the woman.
The redhead below her moaned in response, clutching at her belly as another half foot sunk inside. Shep giggled and humped her hips harder, pumping deeper into the redhead's upturned ass. The woman's body clutched at her incredibly large length, tight and slick, and Shep couldn't help but slam in even deeper. Cum squirted back out as the canine breached the woman's body deeper, pumping in harder and faster.
"Ooh... oh, yes!" she gasped, woofing again, deep and low. "Mmmfff... that's... more like it! Squeeze that ass, you bitch!"
Shep howled as she humped in again, hardly able to fit more than half her length into the writhing, moaning redhead. The German Shepherd came hard, climaxing in an instant. Her thickness surged, throbbing, as she deposited a massive load into the woman impaled on the length. The black woman watched the white one with obvious envy as the scent of Shep's powerfully stimulating cum filled the air.
The stacked canine grasped the back of the black woman's head and pushed her face down into her chest. Hungry lips latched onto her thick nipples as she kept flooding the white woman's body with thick, hot cum. A growing puddle formed under her ass as the canine's claws scratched down her thighs.
Shep growled and shuddered, hips shoving roughly forward, making her thickness squelch back and forth inside, but eventually she pulled free and let her length slap down against the redhead's heaving, swollen belly. Her gaping pussy drooled cum as a few more spurts drenched her miniskirt and breasts.
"Mmmff... you are so tight!" Shep said, tongue hanging from her muzzle as she panted. "Maybe I'll fuck you again later tonight, sweet thing."
The woman simply lay there, moaning, hardly able to move, as Shep turned her attentions to the last standing member of her little entourage.
"Your turn," she growled, rolling onto her backside. Claws stroked down dark skin as the woman straddled her, grinding her pussy down the dark red length. Her moans and gasps echoed in Shep's ears as she pulled the woman's hips up, positioning the tip of her cock not at her inflamed pussy lips, but at her tight ass.
The quaking woman let out a piercing groan when Shep pushed in, spreading her hole incredibly wide around her still-hard cock. The canine ignored this and kept shoving in as hands grabbed at her breasts, squeezing the magnificent melons, now probably E-cups, bigger than her own head by far.
Her enormous cock sunk in deeply, spreading the woman impossibly wide. Her belly distended as the tip of Shep's cock pierced her, filling her, taking her utterly. The canine just grinned and moaned, long tongue flopping out as she humped upwards rapidly, pistoning her cock in and out of the tight ass.
"Oh, this is so nice!" she said, panting. "You should give me your number later. I had no idea you were into anal!"
The canine's claws stroked down the woman's heaving hips as she pumped up again, holding herself as deep as she could go - which was only about a third of her overall length. The lower two-thirds of her cock pulsed angrily, wanting to feel something hot and tight surround the flesh, suckle and feed off her energy.
Shep growled as another climax approached. The woman cried out, eyes wide, as a torrent of seed gushed up her ass, most of it squirting right back out like a backed up hose. The canine arced her backside, pushing the woman up into the air, getting another inch or so inside as she came. The woman's belly bloated as Shep kept cumming; her heavy, round balls bounced between her thighs as fingers clutched at her hard nipples.
It was over all too quickly for the canine. She pulled free of the exhausted woman's abused ass and smiled as her long, lengthy cock flopped forward, pointing almost straight out from her hips. She made an attempt at pulling the satin panties up over the length, but there was no way the fabric could stretch that far. Instead, she simply let the satin cloth cover her heavy, round balls - which, due to their size, it could hardly do.
Shep stood and tugged down her miniskirt dress over her messy rump, ignoring the moaning women rolling side to side next to her feet.
"Ohh, thanks, girls," she said. "That was fun! You too, whats-your-name."
She giggled as she stepped over the slack-jawed man in the white jacket, cock still hanging out, spent and shriveled, completely drained.
"Well... see you later!"
Shep was about to exit the room, but noticed a mirror on the back of the door and paused, checking herself out. Vain as she was, she couldn't help but primp and adjust herself, ensuring she looked as hot as she felt. She turned around, checking her rear, and noticed a strand of sticky white cum clinging to the glittery red fabric.
"Oh, dang!" she said, reaching back to wipe it off with her finger. "Now this dress is ruined!"
She licked her finger clean and checked for more, tail hanging limp with disappointment. She perked up a moment later, however, when she realized what this meant:
"I get to go shopping again!"
The German Shepherd's tail swung back and forth, swaying in rhythm with her pendulous shaft, which, like a counterweight, swung the other direction as her hips shifted. The long red length draped over her thighs, barely hard anymore, but still dripping and drizzling thick cum.
Shep grunted and turned around, paws going to her breasts. She shuddered as she forced her huge orbs back into the straps of the dress, gasping as the swollen glands rolled under her fingers. She felt pressure inside them and shivered as it increased, making her bosom swell outwards, until the red straps were nearly surrounded by the growing teardrops.
"Mmmmph... oh, poor babies," she murmured, cupping her heaving chest. She teased the nipples through the fabric and grunted when a few drops of creamy fluid stained the dress a darker red. "I'll have to find a couple hungry mouths soon... Maybe someone at the store can help!"
The canine's muzzle broke into a broad grin as she flung open the door and strutted out, heels clacking, booty popping, chest swinging. Her cock flopped against her legs, leaving a trail of cum on the floor as she crossed the club, ignoring the dumbfounded stares, the wide eyes, the slack jaws, and the multitude of aroused scents. There was no time to fool around, not when she was in need of a new dress.
She breezed past the bouncer once more, who did a double-take as her round, pert rump swung by.
"Great club! I'll come back tomorrow!"
Giggling, Shep leaned down in front of the passenger side mirror and pulled up on her dress, making sure it accentuated the swells of her breasts as the wide ribbons of fabric hugged against her swollen, milk-laden teats. Her round rump swung back and forth, tail high, heavy balls pushing back between her tightly-closed thighs, struggling outwards against the white satin panties.
The crowd in line stood dumbstruck for several minutes after the German Shepherd hopped in her pink convertible and peeled away, tires smoking, radio blaring poppy dance music.
The bouncer blinked and shook his head, then put a hand up to stop the man from entering.
"Sorry, you ain't getting in tonight, buddy," he said, already forgetting the canine's presence.
Shep drove with her foot mashed to the floor and re-applied her glossy lip balm as she went, swerving around cars, narrowly missing pedestrians, and occasionally driving on the sidewalk. She cut across intersections, drove the wrong way down one-way roads, and laughed with glee as the wind whipped through her fur. Her tongue hung out, flopping back almost to the back of her neck as she leaned over the side of the door, one paw on the wheel. The other groped at her thickness, trying in vain to stuff it back into her panties, though the semi-stiff tube of flesh resisted at being bent and curved back into the stretched-out satin pouch.
She squealed around one last corner before slamming the brakes and crashing to a halt, accidentally knocking over a row of mailboxes and newspaper machines. She pouted when she realized she'd put a dent in the bumper, but shrugged. It would be easy enough to procure a new one from those sexy car salesmen at the dealership.
Giggling, strutting, bouncing, and jiggling, the oversexed canine headed into the upscale clothing store - so expensive the clothes didn't even have price tags.
The shop was empty, as it was past closing time. One employee was near the front, checking the racks of designer dresses and ensuring each hung perfectly on its hanger. He was a cute guy, mid-20s, with wavy blond hair and tight black slacks. Shep giggled as she waltzed past him, thick cock bulging in her panties as she imagined him on his hands and knees beneath her.
The other employee was at the counter, counting down the till. She froze when Shep leaned on the counter, heavy breasts nearly spilling from her dress. She stared at the canine, eyes glazing over as the canine's tongue wrapped over each of her luscious black lips in turn.
"Hi there!" Shep said, rump wiggling back and forth for the benefit of the blond guy staring at her backside. "I'll take one of everything, please."
The scent of lust, cum, and sex wafted through the air, carrying her mind-altering pheromones into the noses of the two employees. Shep shuddered as her heavy breasts, swollen with milk, pushed outwards, aching with need.
"But first, maybe you two can help me out," she said, growling lustfully.
She grabbed the girl behind the counter, a cute and petite brunette in a severe turtleneck, and pulled her bodily over the counter, pulling her along, half dragging the stupefied woman as she made her way back to the blonde male among the clothing racks.
Several large recliners sat in the middle of the store, near a few free-standing changing rooms. Shep sank into one of them and kicked off her high heels before beckoning the two employees closer.
"I seem to have forgotten my wallet, but I'm sure we can figure something out," the canine cooed, hefting her swollen breasts. "Maybe you're a little thirsty, huh?"
The two workers didn't look at each other as they rushed forward, mouths open. Shep could smell their arousal as they pushed for space, leaning against each other as they tumbled into Shep's chest. They pulled the vertical straps running over her breasts to the sides and the canine let out a woof of pleasure as two mouths rapidly swallowed up her aching teats. Each hard nipple was thick as a shot glass, surrounded by bristling tan fur.
It took a few good suckles before Shep felt the first few spurts of milk splatter into their mouths. She moaned, crooned, and cupped the backs of their heads as they gradually relieved the pressure in her aching teardrop-shaped breasts. They were a few cup-sizes over what they ought to be, G- or even H-cups at the moment - and Shep panted as the two humans slurped and suckled, drinking her warm, thick milk eagerly, unable to help themselves.
"Mmm... ooh, yes... you two are such good little employees!"
Shep giggled as she squirmed, moaning as their hands squeezed at her milk bags, their teeth grazed her sensitive skin. Her massive cock inflated rapidly, hardening in minutes, until, with a tear that echoed over the sounds of slurping, the satin panties gave out, ripping apart at the seams, leaving only the waistband around her hips. The huge red length rose into the air between the two employees, jerking and throbbing, as the satin fell slowly from her aching, softball-sized sac.
"Ooh, yes! Mmmmmhh!"
Shep ran her paws down the two humans' heads, smiling as she realized each had sprouted a large, black and tan tail. The two tails wagged furiously as they drank more and more of her warm milk. Soon their lips turned black and their noses extended, forming muzzles. Shep giggled with delight when she felt the girl's breasts against her thigh. They were getting bigger, filling up her turtleneck. The boy, too, she saw, was developing a fine pair of fun bags.
Shep panted heavily, leaning her head back, tongue hanging out, as her hips wiggled, knocking her shaft side to side into their hips. When she next looked down, both humans had changed too much to still be classified as such. Black and brown fur covered their heads in matching patterns, and though they appeared nearly identical to each other, their fur was different than Shep's. Shep had black ears and a tan muzzle, and they had additional tan and brown spots on the sides of their heads. They both grew in long black hair, compared to Shep's luxurious golden locks.
Shep grinned when she felt two thick cocks grinding against her legs. Sharp black claws scraped at her pelt, tearing at her clothes, ripping off the remnants of her red dress. She cooed at the two new German Shepherds, smiling happily as they continued to grow.
The former girl pulled off the nipple with a bark as her heavy chest expanded right out of her turtleneck, tearing through the stretchy fabric. Two heavy orbs swung down, brushing over Shep's thigh. The other, the former male, followed suit a moment later as her shirt ripped straight off her body, leaving only scraps of black. Additionally, a fat red doggycock pushed up past the waist of her tight black pants, which soon gave way the same as her shirt. The slacks, beyond being, to Shep's eyes, a horrible fashion faux pas, were much too small to accommodate those thick thighs and growing, oh-so-fuckable rump.
Both canines, identical in every way, panted and moaned as they lapped her nipples, scooping up her milk on their tongues. Her breasts felt much better - less full and heavy, but still firm and bouncy. Shep tickled their ears and smiled, standing up in front of them. They knelt in front of her, panting, tongues out, occasionally pulling scraps of clothing from their bodies.
Shep grinned at their foot-long cocks, nice and fat, and her pussy throbbed. Maybe one of these canines could give her what the humans around here couldn't, she thought.
"Oh, you two are just so cute!"
"And you are too!"
"Let's go dancing!"
Shep giggled along with the two German Shepherds in front of her and shook her head.
"First, we've gotta get some clothes! You were wearing some really terrible things. Plus, my dress was ruined!" she said. "But first-first..."
Shep pushed one of the identical twins on her back and straddled her hips, letting the big, thick cock slide up under her tail. The other moved behind, kneeling over her twin's legs.
They pushed forward simultaneously and Shep barked with pleasure as the pair of hot, hard cocks ground into her ass and pussy. She cried out, huge breasts jiggling, as the smaller, but still well-built canines, humped into her happily. They had matching pairs of D-cup breasts and nice thick doggy-dicks, but couldn't compare to Shep's sheer size.
Still, as two combined feet of canine cock ground deeply into her body, Shep climaxed around them. Her ass clenched around the canine's dick behind her as she pushed down, taking the other's down to the root. The twins moaned in unison as they thrust into her, quickly giving her another feminine orgasm. Her aching pussy stretched around the thickness sliding wetly in and out, in and out, as the other violated her tail hole, clutching at her from behind, reaching around to squeeze at her recently milked tits.
"Oooh, you two are so friendly!" Shep moaned. "I can't wait to go out clubbing!"
"Me neither!"
"Me neither!"
"Jinx!"
The three canine's laughed and moaned as they continued to fuck, until the one slamming into Shep's rear end let out a yap. The other twin grunted, and as one, in unison, they flooded Shep's body with cum. The original, larger German Shepherd let out a happy howl as they climaxed all over again; her massive red shaft sprayed jets of cum over the head of the dog below, who reached up and grasped the length, masturbating it furiously.
Shep's lips pulled back as she climaxed harder than ever before, grinding on the twin shafts pumping inside her. Finally she had a few malenesses worth fucking and she intended to enjoy every last moment. She groaned, teeth clicking and grinding, as her heavy breasts swung in front of her, still aching from the recent suckling.
The two canine twins giggled as they pulled free of Shep's stretched pussy and rump. The bigger canine stood up and stretched, flexing her sloppy rear end, as the two put their tongues to work cleaning her - and each other. Shep giggled as they tickled her nuts and heavy stalk, still half-hard; one pressed her nose up under her tail, making sure to get that nice and clean as well.
Soon all three were spotless, though the store's floor was anything but. They ignored that as they headed for the racks of clothes, pulling outfits off hangers, trying them on, stretching them out, and throwing them away.
Shep finally found something she liked: a pair of tight black mini-shorts that hugged her nuts and held her cock almost straight up her body, even half-hard, so that the tip disappeared into her generous cleavage. For a top, she found tight baby doll t-shirt that probably cost several hundred dollars. It stretched and ripped as she forced it over her shoulders, leaving jagged tears that exposed her cleavage and midsection. It stretched over her enormous breasts, only just able to contain them, and wrapped around her shotglass-sized nipples, outlining them perfectly. A pair of expensive heels rounded out the look. She also grabbed a new purse, just because.
The twins weren't idle, either. They appeared in front of Shep, arm in arm, wearing matching outfits. Tight pink shirts pulled up and knotted in the center held their large breasts in tightly, while what amounted to little more than bikini bottoms hugged their ample rumps and generous packages, exposing much of their backsides. The two canines kissed and groped each other as Shep giggled.
"You two are so adorable! Just wait till they get a load of us!" she said, taking one of the German Shepherds on each arm.
"We'll be the hit of the party!" said the one on her right.
"The life of the scene!" said the one on her left.
Shep's cock throbbed, getting nice and stiff between her breasts. The two smaller canines leaned in to lick and kiss it clean as it drizzled pre-cum, preventing any from staining her fabulously expensive outfit.
"Now, ladies," Shep said. "Let's go dancing! I'll drive!"
One of the twins hopped in the back of the convertible while Shep got in front with the other. The smaller canine straddled her hips, facing her, and pulled her bikini bottom to the side before slamming her rump down over Shep's cock. The dog in the back leaned over the seat to make out with her twin. The bigger canine howled as the car screeched off into the night, her entire eighteen-inch shaft firmly planted inside the flexible, hot, tight body squirming around on her lap. The car swerved wildly, narrowly avoiding accidents, and Shep grinned, letting the wind rush through her teeth, as her throbbing cock give a little jerk, a warning she was about to flood this bitch's hot pussy with a fresh load of cum.
"I love partying!" she howled, exploding within the newly-changed German Shepherd on her lap, as her car hit a ramp and flew into the air.
The convertible landed with a thump and squeal, driving her cock even deeper into the groaning and gasping dog sitting on it, completely and utterly impaled by the hard, thick length. The canine in the back seat flipped off the red light cameras as they tore through the city, heading back to the nightclubs and red light district.
A party-dog's life was full of fun. When they weren't shopping or dancing, their only other goal was sex. With her two new bitches at her side, Shep was confident they'd be getting all three done in the grandest style possible.
The city wouldn't remember what hit it.
The End | FSE |
Tags: Breast Inflation, Butt Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, helium, Ms. Bouncer, superhero, topless
Text: The shrill beeps of the alarm clock jolted Amelia awake in her bed. She blinked in the morning sunlight as she sat up and hit the OFF button with a sleepy arm. Last night at work had been a doozy, with Jerry apparently thinking that bringing a bottle of Sprite near sensitive equipment wouldn't end in disaster. Turning to look at the calendar on her wall, Amelia scanned for the day's date. 21st, 22nd, 23rd... wait! Today was the 26th! Amelia pumped her fist and smiled. It was the beginning of her two-week vacation! And that meant loads of time for patrolling the city!
A brief shower brought Amelia fully into the land of the living, and she ran into the kitchen of her apartment to start cooking oatmeal. It was a humble abode, but Amelia found it met her needs. Bigger places meant more to clean up after all. And Amelia had plenty of "big" in her life as is. Sitting down, she turned on her laptop, browsing through the internet as she ate her oatmeal. So far, it had been a quiet week in Burrville, which had helped Amelia focus on work last week. No petty crimes, no common criminals, nothing. Just lab work and plenty of sleep. Amelia was thankful she didn't have to ingest an irresponsible amount of coffee just to get going for once. Superhuman powers or not, she still liked her beauty sleep.
As Amelia finished her oatmeal, she flicked the radio on. She had modified it to pick up police chatter, using it to pinpoint where she was needed most. Police chatter filled the kitchen as Amelia cleaned up. It seemed all was quiet, but as soon as she thought that, a voice yelled over the radio:
"This is Car 46, we need backup at the downtown bank! Armed robbery in progress, shots fired! Suspects are attempting to flee the scene!"
That was her cue! Amelia rushed over to the hall closet, throwing off the shirt and jeans she had put on. Reaching up, she pulled a basket off the top shelf; inside was her uniform, a light blue spandex one-piece with matching cape and black boots. Within seconds, she was dressed, running to her living room window. Opening it, she gazed over the view her tenth-story apartment granted her. Living on the top floor meant she didn't have to worry too much about nosy neighbors, and it let Amelia pull stunts like the one she was about to do. Climbing out onto the ledge outside, she closed the window, tensed her legs, and jumped.
Superhuman strength propelled Amelia across the rooftops of the adjacent buildings. As she hopped along, her power was already activating. The blue spandex around her body drew tight as her curves flared with helium. Her breasts swelled, shoving inflated titflesh into the cleavage window of her uniform. Her ass and thighs followed, giving Amelia the iconic hourglass shape that criminals had come to fear. Now full of helium, Amelia soared off with her next jump into the air, the ground far below rushing by in a blur. The air whipped around her pneumatic form as downtown Burrville came into view. Looking to the western part of the city, Amelia could make out a small dot rushing away from a squad of smaller dots with lights flashing on them. The robbers! Her body hissed as Amelia jettisoned some helium, her nipples lightly puffing the gas out. She arced down towards a small office building, and with a carefully angled jump, she went rocketing off towards the robbers, re-inflating into her usual size with a rubbery squeak.
As she approached the scene of the chase, Amelia fiddled with the red orb on her neck, trying to get a signal with her trusty communicator. "Attention, anyone involved with the robbery chase, I'm on my way! Do you copy?" Amelia said over the wind as she sailed closer to her target. A voice could be heard coming from the device now.
"Bouncer, Ms. Bouncer? Oh thank God." It was Captain Sendra, Amelia's pal on the force. "Hey Cap!" she replied in her usual bubbly tone. "Figured you could use some aid this fine morning!" Amelia could see the van and its pursuers clearly now. Several men in ski masks were in the front seat.
"Yeah, I got visual on you, not that it's ever hard to mind you." Sendra said as she leaned out of the window of her car, looking back at Amelia. "You seem bigger than usual today."
"Just the heat going to your head. Now pull the cars back a little. They're about to hit an empty road and I want a little room for error with this. I'm using the Airbag Special!"
"A classic move for an old fashioned robbery," Sendra mused. "I like it." Soon Amelia could hear orders being barked over the radio as she was nearly on top of the pursuit now. The police cars began easing off the van, prompting one of the occupants to look back in confusion. Amelia saw his expression change from joy to an expression of unrivaled confusion as she passed over the van, her inflated form casting a shadow over the criminals inside. She landed further up the road, watching the van barreling towards her in the distance. Squealing could be heard as the officers all stopped their patrol cars, they knew what was about to happen. But the van seemed unfettered by the woman in spandex as they barreled towards her, the driver laying into the horn. Amelia let a confidant smirk cross her face. "It seems you boys are new to this city. Let me give you a proper introduction!"
What happened next happened nigh-instantly, but Amelia could cite the events perfectly. First, she concentrated, gathering her power inside herself and waiting for the right moment. She had to time this perfectly, as the buoyant nature of her powers made it easy to soar up and miss with the size she needed. Practice had made perfect however, and as the van was nearly on top of her, the pneumatic Ms. Bouncer let her power cut loose. In a split second, her body inflated to unfathomable proportions. Her uniform burst to shreds as each of her breasts blew to twice the size of the van about to hit her, a hurricane of helium audible over the sound of sirens and horns. Amelia felt her body begin to rocket upwards, but in the split second between her inflation and her ascent, the van collided with the pillowy masses. Angry squeaks could be heard as the van mashed into the twin blimps, but Ms. Bouncer had earned her name for a reason. With a resounding boing, her breasts sprang back, flipping the van off of them. The job done, Amelia rocketed into the sky with her buoyant boobs, but quickly deflated herself before she got too high. Doing a few flips on the way down to show off, she landed gracefully on the ground, throwing her arms up like a gymnast finishing a difficult routine.
Sendra's squad quickly surrounded the dazed criminals as they crawled from their overturned van, some staring at the now nude heroine as she went over to survey her work. Sendra looked over to Amelia, rolling her eyes at the sight. "I swear, do you even try to preserve your costumes? Part of me wonders if you're a closet nudist."
Amelia flashed a smile at the police captain. "We've been over this, I just don't really care what people see! Besides, women being topless in public is legal here, I'm just exercising my rights! Although..." Amelia reached down, digging into a pocket on the back of one of her boots. She pulled out a pair of panties and quickly put them on. "I should take care of my lower half."
Sendra laughed. "Right, hate to take in our city's hero on a public indecency charge. Anyway, we'll get these guys back to the station. Bank robbery, honestly." Sendra shook her head. "Talk about the oldest crime in the book. You headed out?"
Amelia nodded her head. "I had an aerial patrol planned for today. Should probably go get a spare costume, but eh. I still have the cape after all!"
Sendra rolled her eyes and smiled. "Just go before the reporters get here. I doubt you feel like answering questions today, yeah?"
Amelia just smiled and concentrated. Soon the hiss of helium returned, her breasts and butt swelling with the noble gas. The growth was slower this time, as the pneumatic heroine wanted to savor the growth. Most of the officers gave but a cursory glance at the show, having long since grown acclimated to Amelia's antics, but one rookie had his wide eyes glued to her form. Amelia noticed his stare and smirked, shifting her stance to show off her widening curves. With nothing to cover them, her tits began to round out as they inflated. They wobbled gently in the breeze, a pair of feminine balloons Amelia was proud to show off. Her lower half wasn't too far behind, inflating until her ass and thighs were as wide as her tits. Amelia was far past her usual size now, and buoyancy was beginning to draw her up. Her breasts spanned wider than her arms could reach. Her nipples puffed out, throbbing as the helium swirled inside each of the tanned boobs. Amelia's ass swelled until each cheek stretched as large as a beach ball. She could feel her panties stretched tight, and she dared not push them further.
The rookie's stare had been noticed by the other officers, and one had snuck up behind him with an inflated paper bag. As Amelia puffed out her tits one last time to achieve buoyancy, the officer burst the bag with a loud BANG. The rookie jumped about three feet in the air before scrambling over to his partner's car and slinking into the passenger seat. Uproarious laughter came from the police squad, and they waved to Amelia as she ascended into the sky. Amelia returned their waves as the ground fell away, her curves floating her away. A downdraft rushed past her breasts and made her nipples harden even more, and Amelia couldn't help but let out a pleasured sigh as she flew up out of hearing range. Normally she kept her basic desires down to concentrate on heroing, but during downtime like this, she liked to relax. Her hands began to rub circles on her sensitive breasts, a chill running across their vast expanse at the touch. With a shudder, Amelia allowed her breasts to begin inflating again, her ascent picking up speed as she did so.
The city of Burrville sprawled out far below the inflatable heroine as she blimped and ballooned her boobs, the people below looking like dots wandering to and fro. The tops of skyscrapers passed by as Amelia flew ever higher, and she had to focus over the sensations of her blimping tits to stop her inflating. There was no point to a sky patrol if the city was beyond your sight after all. The hiss subsided quickly as it had began, and Amelia felt her ascent taper off. The downdraft faded to a gentle breeze before fading entirely as her buoyant form leveled off. She craned her neck to look down, taking in the sight of the city from so far up. The skyscrapers reached up towards her, their tips firmly out of reach. She could barely make out the cars driving along the streets; the roads themselves looked like a sprawling maze from Amelia's lofty perch. She tapped her communicator and the sounds of idle police chatter filled the air. Amelia let herself relax as she surveyed the land below. Yes, she would be up here for awhile. Crime never rests, and Amelia was ready to stop it, lack of proper uniform at the moment be damned. "After all," Amelia thought out loud as she patted an enormous breast, "it's not like I can keep these down for long anyway!"
And so it went, the city of Burrville watched by its pneumatic guardian, with the occasional moan coming from someplace up high.
| bodyinflation |
Title: Darnlake Botany Symbiosis by Dogger
Tags: Dog, M/M, Otter, Plant
There is no experience like being inside a pod that Venus had custom grown for your specific being. The sap inside tastes unique, as if it was squeezed from a distant fruit you can vaguely remember in your childhood. Being inside Dr. Tuber's pod was one thing, but everything here was magnified. The chemicals made my skin feel warm all over, the taste of the sap made me instantly drunk with lust, and the air inside seemed to free my lungs. I didn't mean to ever experience my own pod and I sure as hell didn't come down here for sex, but my loins were on fire and the ache for release was so great that instead of trying to claw my way out of this pleasure trap, I reached for one of the tubes on the pod and instinctively pushed my otter cock inside of it. The desperate urge for release surpassed my urge to fight.
The Dr. and I had a plan, but the idea never came to fruition. The sheepdog told me to go out and buy all of the weedkiller and other plant killing chemicals that I could find and bring them back. He had his own part to play but I never got to find out what it was. We were going to poison Venus, slice every vine and flower to pieces, and contaminate the ground to take no chances. By the time I returned from my trip, vines and moss were growing out of both the greenhouse and the doctor's home. It was barely starting to get dark now and with only half the day over Venus had already grown out of control. I didn't know where the doctor was, but I could feel my stomach drop from the sight I saw and I became even more worried when I saw his wife outside with tears rolling down her face.
"Are you alright? Where is Dr. Tuber? What happened here?" "I'm not alright! Something pulled him under, it's destroying the house!" Her voice was cracked and shrill mixed with every other word or so. "How long has it been like this?" I wanted to comfort her but I was so worried about the doctor, all I could do was question. "I don't know, not long." She took a gasp for breath and wiped her face on her sleeve, then looked directly at me and hit my arm. "How could my husband let something like this happen? What have you and him been doing in there, Fescue?" I wanted to admit everything to her but the doctor's past words kept me succinct. "I don't know how it got this far, but we have to find him." "NO!" Her eyes widened and her voice shook with fear. "I started getting too creeped out by that kissing plant he gave me so I threw it out. I can't even imagine being in my ruined home with those vines slithering everywhere. Even for Harold, I can't do it, Fescue." "You don't have to. Just stay away from here somewhere safe and I'll go get him." "This is Harold's fault, you're young don't have to throw away your life for him." "Yes I... look, it's my fault too. I have to do something." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and ran toward the house while her voice became more and more vague in the distance. Her worry made me more worried and the last thing I wanted to do was tell her the truth about how I loved her husband too much to let things end like this.
I thought about what she said about getting rid of the smoocher recently. Dr. Tuber and I were always very cautious about those getting back to the rest of Venus. Maybe her wild behavior was random, or maybe his wife's smoocher gathered parts of other dangerous plants before it burrowed back down to Venus. There was no way to know for sure at this point, testing was impossible.
The Tuber's home was a broken shell of it's former self. Vines whipped about, searching and plowing through appliances and furniture. I could only think to rush past them all and hope my otter body was too fast and agile for them to grab on to. I began looking into the rooms one by one, but all I could find were more vines and moss covering over half of the house. Finally I saw a small crater in the middle of the bedroom, if the doctor really was dragged down, that's how it would have happened. When I peered down to see it's depth, I felt one of the vines begin to tangle around my arm, I tried to swat it away but it was already starting to coil and the last thing I wanted to do was be caught. Without thinking I jumped down the tunnel in the floor, tearing parts of my lab coat and giving myself a few cuts and scrapes on the way down. It curved at an angle, so I was able to slide a bit before I had to start crawling down.
The earth under my paws was cold and began to mat my fur and clothes with mud. The further down I went the more dirt seemed to fall in my eyes. All I could do was squint and push forward. I heard a weird noise for a moment, but when I opened my eyes it was too dark to see anything. I felt something dart forward and stick to one of my shoulders, then an instant later something else had grasped on to half of my head and covered my face. I yelped as it pulled me down the tunnel and I felt my body falling a few feet before being grasped in a tangle of vines. My paws scurried to rip the obstruction over my eyes but before I could, I felt my clothing being ripped off and my body being pushed inside the tight opening of one of Venus's pods. The pod she had made for me, now matured.
So there I was, now lust driven by it's sap and my feeling to rescue the doctor suppressed with my lust to empty my balls into the tube suckling my exposed member. Every breath I took were heated huffs bathed in my own moans of pleasure. Just as before two tiny vines sprouted from inside the tube's soft interior and began to coil and manipulate my malehood. I tried to lie back and just let the pod have it's way with me, it was hard to be anything but comfortable with that pale red tube pushing into my sheath and using the small vine appendages to stroke and stimulate my pink flesh that felt like it could read my mind and stroke me in exactly the way I needed to build closer and closer to cumming.
As my body shifted I noticed the tube was a little smaller than the doctor's, but since this was the first time I was inside my own and also alone, it took a moment to notice. The tube flexed and slurped more of me inside it's warm insides and I scooped up a paw of the jelly-like sap, bringing it to my muzzle to suck it down. In my lustful haze I wasn't sure if I was doing that because the pod wanted me to, or if I was just trying to hasten the process. Against my will or not, the pleasure that washed over my body was undeniable. My hips shuddered and bucked up as my shaft was wrapped in soft tendrils and used for the plant's own selfish desires.
The pleasure rising and the heat from the tube forced me to take deeper and deeper breaths. I felt the tube's vines make their 'O' shape again as it sensed me getting close and it continued to work my cock over in soft but firm strokes until I felt that familiar feeling rise from below. I thought I was about to cum as my body erupted with bliss, but something kept me held in that feeling. After more than a few moments had passed I was drooling uncontrollably with my eyes rolled back, hips bucking into the tube and thrashing about to try and feed it my seed. I started to whine out desperately for release and a few seconds later the pod finally completed my orgasm and got what it wanted from me. I felt like I was cumming for over a minute, so drenched in sweat, sap, and afterglow to truly know for certain how long it was. The tube seemed to gargle my gooey fluid down, but the vines inside were busy scooping about making certain that not a single drop could escape. The tube kept it's hold on my tender skin and suckled gently until my member slowly withdrew back into my own sheath.
Finally my lust subsided and logical thoughts began to return to me. I felt guilty for allowing myself such gratification while Dr. Tuber's whereabouts were still unknown. Lazily I pushed at the pod's entrance to try and free myself, but the puckered entrance was tighter than I remembered. The more I forced the more it seemed to keep me enclosed. I tried to swing a fist at the entrance, but I was so covered in the pod's jelly sap that I might as well have been trying to hit a sponge underwater. In my slippery struggle I finally threw my body in such a way that I heard something snap and light began to pour into the pod from a rip at the top. I used my paws to pull the opening wider and pushed the upper half of my torso out into open air.
"Dr. Tuber!" I exclaimed with utter joy as I finally saw the sheep dog I had come looking for, but once I was able to push the sap out of the fur in my eyes and look around, I realized the sort of odd situation he was in. Everything in this strange room was dim, we were not in the section of the botanica that the pods originally sat. A set of vines had pulled one of the ultra violent lights in the room at an angle as far as the wires would allow. I could see the other five pods around me, but the doctor was seated in some sort of a leaf with a sticky surface that was keeping him held. As if that wasn't enough, His arms, legs, and even tail were all coiled in vines that kept him held in place, he seemed unconscious, his white muzzle pointed down at the ground with his eyes closed. A black vine that appeared almost furry, which I had never seen before, was covering his sheath. I could only imagine his beautiful canine pride was somewhere inside of it.
After swatting more of the sap from my fur, I climbed out of the tear in my pod and over to my boss and friend. Lifting his muzzle in one of my paws to search for signs of life, I watched his eyelids flicker and open as he saw my face and started to smile weakly. "Huh... Maps... Maps you shouldn't be here." I was so relieved just to hear him speak.
"Dr. Tuber you have no idea how glad I am that you're okay." "You need to go, Maps. You need to get out of here and hope Venus still left you a way out." The doctor's tone was weak with an undertone of defeat. "I can't leave you here." "You have to." "I won't." "YES YOU WILL!" His deep canine voice boomed loudly and seemed to shake the earth above and below us. I fought the lump in my throat that came up from hearing him yell at me. He saw my reaction and calmed his voice but looked at me with the same serious expression. "We went too far and now it's too late for me." "I can get these off of you, we can leave together." I pulled at the vines holding his arms and had a difficult time getting a grip with the sap on my paws. After wiping my paws on the dirt underneath us I tried to part the vines on his legs and started to get enough of a grip to force one away, bending it until it snapped afterward. "See? Just a few more and we'll both be home free." "Maps you don't understand..." His voice trailed off and I was too busy undoing vines to be concerned with his protests.
The more vines I broke the better I got at it, until I had every part of him free but the fuzzy black vine attached over his crotch. I lifted in an attempt to rip it off and his strong paws quickly came up and grasped mine to stop me, "Do it slowly." I nodded in his direction and lifted the black vine up slowly until I heard him whimper and force my paws back down again. "I don't understand, what's wrong?" The doctor gave out another whimper, "there's something inside." I kneeled down to look, Dr. Tuber's tip was only slightly poking out of his sheath, but as I pulled back the vine a little further, I noticed it wasn't completely hollow. There was a very thin tube inside of it that connected somewhere inside Dr. Tuber's urethra. I looked back up at him with wide eyes and he simply shook his head, "I think it's too deep inside my body to pull out."
"What are we going to do?" My eyes searching his face for some sort of an answer. "Nothing. It doesn't hurt, I'm just not going anywhere." "Maybe I can go up and I can find something to cut you out with." The sheepdog shook his head. "It's a wonder the other vines haven't got you already. Do you want to end up like me?" "Maybe if I break one of the bulbs I can get something sharp and..." "Listen to me, Maps. Do you want to end up like me, here forever?" "No..." "Then accept it, please. This is the risk we took, I won't hate you for leaving but I need one of us to explain what happened here. You were a great friend and it was nice to finally have someone to share all of this. You'll always be my buddy, just go. Do not waste any more time."
So may feelings rushed through me that I didn't know what to do. My expression felt numb and without another word I turned around and ran out of the room. Everything was a blur as I sprinted into the botanica, up the steps, out of the greenhouse, and back into the world.
I was still naked and I didn't care, the night's breeze brushed the tears from my face and the adrenaline in my veins kept me running forward. I tried not to think about what Dr. Tuber was feeling or what would happen to him. I tried to blank out everything about what we did and everything him meant to me. But I couldn't and as I realized I could never live under the circumstances my legs stopped working and I fell to the ground. I laid there for a while, struggling to pick up my thoughts and accept everything that was happening. Once I realized what I had to do, the tears stopped and the lump in my throat was easier to swallow. I rose to my feet and ran again, back to the botanica.
Thankfully, Dr Tuber's wife had left the property. I would hate to think of what she would have thought of my brown bare fur running away into the distance. I walked back into the botanica though the greenhouse entrance, opening the utility cupboard to take out a pair of hedge clippers and to throw the doctor's satchel over my shoulder. I dropped one bar of the hedge clippers to the ground and stepped on it while pulling up, twisting and snapping it in two so I could take one of the single blades with me.
Slowly and carefully I walked back down the steps of the botanica, the railing and most of the steps now covered in vines. I used the hedge blade to slash at any that came close, taking caution and clearing myself a path as I worked my way to the back room where Dr. Tuber was being held. He gave me a look of surprise, concern, and disgust as I disobeyed him with my presence.
"Maps... why won't you listen..." "...because I love you." "You... can't..." "It's stupid for you to sacrifice yourself, knowing as much as you do about the research. Now hold still so I don't nick the tip of your cock."
Once more I lifted up the fur covered black vine, using the hedge clipper blade to saw off the tube inside, causing it to fall lazily over the doctor's sheath while some of his cum oozed out of it. Dr. Tuber continued to look at me dumbfounded but at this point so many bizarre occurrences were happening all at once that it only took him another moment or two for it all to sink in. I opened the satchel and took out some of the doctor's salv to coat across his back and across the leaf that was holding on to his white fur in it's sticky grasp. Just like the sundew that had held me when I first saw the botanica, he became free to stand after a little while. I gave him some time to come to his senses, cutting at any vines that crept in the back room, but at this point they seemed more interested in exploring the surface than messing with either of us. I offered my paw to the sheepdog and lifted him up to his feet. Now quite pleased with myself that I was able to free him.
"There, we're both fine. Let's get as far away from here as we can." "What about my wife?" "She's safe, she didn't want to come anywhere near here." Dr. Tuber nooded and looked into my eyes with a thankful expression. "About what you said..." I shook my head and pointed toward the stairs. "Later, we need to leave now, right?" "Right. Let's..."
A cluster of tiny green vines came from behind the big leaf I had just cut Dr. Tuber from, whipping around his arms and legs, attempting to pull him back to it. I swung the hedge clipper at them and tried to cut as many as I could. Somehow Venus caught on and one of the thicker vines grasped the handle and pulled it away from me. I desperately grabbed on to the doctor and tried to pull him apart from the vines, I heard him growl and dig his heels into the dirt to keep from moving but he was slowly being pulled back toward the large leaf. Their pull was too much and they managed to force him back to a sitting position on the leaf, then letting him go. Dr. Tuber quickly stood up and we attempted to walk out again, causing the vines to whip back around his limbs and tug him back over. To try and get more leverage I went back to sit on the leaf and put up my feet to try and brace him from being pulled back, but once my rump touched the leaf's coating, the small vines retreated and let him go. We exchanged puzzled looks for a moment.
"They are trying to force one of us to stay." "What do we do?" Dr. Tuber scratched his chin for a moment. "One of us has to stay on the leaf and the other can find something weighted to trick it. Then we can both leave." I nodded in agreement, it seemed to make sense. "I'll be the decoy then, you've already spent your share of time in here."
I couldn't see specifically where he went because the back room's 'doorway' wasn't very open. The flickering of the vine pulled ultra violent light drew my attention to something moving from up above and behind my back. An incredibly thick vine that was bigger around than my head was slowly creeping over in my direction. There was something at the end of it that I could only describe as a swollen flower, it looked more like four muscles parting open than any petals that belonged on a plant. The sight of it caused me to call out for Dr. Tuber and rush for the room's exit. As expected the tiny green vines grabbed me fast and pulled me back. Before the doctor could come to my aid some of the larger vines began blocking the entrance and our arms were too short to grab hold of one another between them as I was slowly dragged backwards.
"Maps I'm sorry! I couldn't find anything heavy I don't know what to do." As I watched more vines block him from my sight, I knew this had to happen. "You know what you have to do. I'm glad it was me instead of you." "No... you should have just left me when you had the chance. You're just a pup." I could hear him giving off a soft whine in the distance. "I had to tell you how I felt." "Fescue... I think I love you too. You were the buddy I always wanted, I just didn't want it to come to this." The vines had dragged me back onto the leaf. "If anyone can get me out of here one day, it'll be you, Harold." "I'll find a way. When I figure this out I'll come back. I promise you buddy."
I wanted to tell him that I knew he'd come back for me, but the last vine blocked him completely from my view and we were sealed off from one another. Feelings of fright set in as the single light source flickered for a moment before shutting off completely. I couldn't even hear his footsteps, all I could hear was the wet noise of the thick flower above me opening wider, and the odd sounds of vines growing and stretching around me. Soon I felt one of the muscled petals moving across my sheath, it's movement felt like a tongue licking my sheath, but I was too shaken with fear to become excited for the flower looking to take me.
Venus' solution was always prostate stimulation, but even after the leaf I was sitting on arched up to rest my back and some unseen tentacle-like vine worked it's way into my tailhole, the situation was too tense for my malehood to leave my sheath. Gradually I noticed the scent of the room begin to change, though it was pitch black, my nose could detect the scent of a dull pollen smell that started to fill my breathing bit by bit. My arousal didn't change but I could feel my fears subsiding the more I breathed in and by the time I felt the muscled petals 'licking' wetly at my sheath again, the harder it was to fight back the growing excitement in my sheath as my otter cock was at full mast once again.
The fur along my arms and legs felt shifted as my limbs became coiled and wrapped to hold me in place the same way they had done to the doctor earlier. Without being able to see and my fears gone, all I could do was feel the sensations of what was happening to me. The vine inside my tailhole was hitting my insides just right, throbbing more than the previous vines I had experienced inside me. Then gently I felt the strong petals take my shaft into their grasp, the flower seeming to drool with a sort of slimy and slick fluid that allowed it to encase my member instantly. The whole experience felt like four giant tongues all licking in unison on my cock, in a way that was so synchronized that the feeling was more like a strong suckling than independent licking.
The light bulb flickered for a second and I noticed some sorts of bumps or growths behind the petals of the large flower. Though with my arms restrained and back in darkness all I could do was let my mind wander as the strange feeler continued to slobber it's fluids over my cock. It's rhythm began to change as I felt it push harder into my crotch and take me deeper into the muscled folds, three petals holding my shaft deep while the forth dragged itself from the base of my tailhole, over my balls, and then blissfully slow over the underbelly of my cock before repeating the motion again and again.
Finally the ultra violent light flickered back on again and I could finally see the monstrous flower up close. Behind the petals that attached to the vine were a swirling of root-like growths mixed in yellow balls that were covered in pollen. Each time my shaft throbbed from spurting a bit of pre the petals would throb back and I could watch more of the pollen puff from the flower, it's gentle scent putting me at ease and the pure sexual talent from the strong petals keeping my sensitive member aching for more attention. I soon felt one of the bulb vines poking at my muzzle and without a fight I allowed it's nurturing fluid to enter my muzzle. This is what I was now, trapped sexually to feed the plants of the botanica.
Again the large flower changed it's pace and rhythm. The big vine twisting so the strong and slippery petals could swirl around my shaft, the wet tips seeming to 'lick' all the way down into my sheath to massage my malehood to the root. As it turned I could see a small Venus Flytrap tangled in with the pollen encased with roots. Without any marginal teeth just as Dr. Tuber had described, Venus was planning on taking my sperm directly to the source. The more the heavy flower turned, the closer I felt my orgasm build and a strange part of me only lusted to learn what it would feel like to feed my spooge to Venus directly. As soon as a single jet of my cum spurt forth, the inside of the flower became hot and I was able to empty myself inside a suckling moisture that felt like a warm lover. The sensation forcing my body to shudder as I surrendered my seed and the flower's insides gulped the food down eagerly. Once all of my sticky fluid was absorbed, the large flower stayed hovering over, pulling back only slightly and simply waiting for it's next meal.
Odd as the situation was, even more unusual was that my desire to struggle and leave was gone just as my fears had been earlier. I felt eager to feed the flower that hungers for it's next meal. As I breathe I am restrained but happy to stay. Symbiotic, pleased, and thankful. | FSE |
Title: Pins and Needles, part IX by Radical Gopher
Tags: Dragon, Fantasy, Fox, Human, M/F, Magic, Near Future, Pregnancy, Sci-Fi, Skunk, Vixen
My sincere apologies for the excessive delay. Life and its extingencies intervened and I was desperately short of available writing time. As for the rest, this is a work of fiction. Characters are copyright Radical Gopher. No one under the age of 18 should be reading this as it contains adult themes, etc. No one depicted as engaging in adult or sexual activities is under the age of 18' \_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_\_ PINS AND NEEDLES, PART IX
The rented floater glided to a stop and two figures stepped from the vehicle, causing it to raise several inches from the ground. The scene in front of them resembled a war zone. A fifteen-foot wide hole took up one entire corner of the building. Scorched brick and wood lay scattered about. That portion of the police station open to the outside was also heavily scorched. A large two-way mirror had once occupied one wall of the room. Now its jagged remains framed an open, rectangular hole.
Only one fire truck still sat nearby along with several moderately damaged police vehicles. Yellow tape temporarily restricted access to the area. The two figures glanced briefly at each other then walked around to the front of the station. They were met by the local police chief who soberly shook their hands in greeting.
"Sergeant... Detective.... I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but we didn't know you were coming until just a few hours ago."
"What happened here?" asked the massive human.
"The fire marshal thinks it was some kind of underground gas explosion."
"Gas?"
The chief nodded. "Back in the twentieth century, this area had a lot of homes with old style propane and septic tanks. When the sewer and gas lines were brought in most of those were dug up and sent in to disposal sites. Unfortunately, some were simply buried on the old properties, and none too carefully." He waved his hand in a sweeping gesture. "This use to belong to a farm that was sold and sub-divided about eighty-five years ago. Our station sits on part of what was once the main house."
The two looked at each other. "So..." asked the red-furred Zorr, "where's our suspect?"
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SIXTEEN HOURS EARLIER
Sapphire and Gwen stared upward at the massive black-scaled dragon. "For some reason, I thought he would be a lot... well, smaller," muttered the skunkette.
"He should be," the vixen replied. "But when it comes to curses there's no real way to predict how they will turn out."
The creature stood about twelve feet tall with wings that arched behind him another ten to twelve feet. Its head was decidedly draconian, with a long, tapering snout, heavily ridged eyebrows, frilled ears, horns, and solid-indigo eyes. It's scales varied in shade from coal-gray to midnight-black. The membranes of its bat-like wings and frilled ears were the same indigo color as its eyes. The body was more humanoid in form, with massive arms and thick, muscular legs. The feet were didigrade and tipped with long, wicked looking claws, similar to the claws that now extended from the monster's fingertips. A thick tail extended out from the base of its spine, adding at least seven more feet to its length.
The dragon turned its head, scanning the area around it. Its eyes focused on the skunkette and it growled threateningly. It stepped over the remains of the police station wall and moved in Gwen's direction.
"I think he recognizes you."
"Just what we need... a dragon with a grudge. This might be a good time to retreat, don't you think?" the dancer muttered as both she and Sapphire began backing quickly towards the nearby woods.
The monster's movements were slow, confused and disjointed, making it possible for the two women to keep ahead of it, that is until Gwen tripped and went sprawling backward over a log. Sapphire grabbed her hand and yanked her to her feet. The beast lunged at the two of them, then abruptly stopped. It began swinging its arms and body, snapping its fearsome jaws at the air. In the pale moonlight the vixen could see the form of a tiny pseudo-dragon buzzing around the monster's skull.
"What's he doing?" Gwen asked.
"Trying to distract it so we have a chance to escape."
"And leave him here?" the skunkette replied. "No way!"
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SIXTEEN HOURS LATER...
The two detectives walked around the area immediately surrounding the police station. The property backed upon a small wooded area. Thick patches of wild grass dotted the unkempt landscape. The short, red furred investigator bent over and plucked a few stems, sniffing at it.
"Got something?" asked the taller human.
"I don't know." She dropped the grass and lifted her head, tilting it slightly to the side. "Can you smell it?"
"What?"
"I don't know. Something like... sulfur, but it's not sulfur."
He shook his head. "Sorry. I have to plead having too puny a proboscis to smell much of anything." He looked over at her. "Can you get a sense of direction?"
"Sorry, no. It just seems to be hanging in the air."
They continued looking around until them came upon a somewhat large patch of dead grass. The earth around it appeared to he heavily torn up, but there were no prints anywhere to be seen. They called the chief over and pointed it out to him.
"Yeah... we noticed it too. I've considered calling in a back hoe and digging it up, just to make sure we don't have another old propane tank under there waiting to go off."
"Why don't you?"
The chief shrugged. "It's not in our budget."
"Neither is rebuilding your police station," the vixen observed drily
"Point taken."
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SIXTEEN HOURS EARLIER
Above them the small dragon was desperately attempting to keep out of the way of the monster's teeth. The creature took a wild swing at him, then a bite. Both missed. Victor dove under its enormous jaws, pulled into a climbing turn and flicked his tail against the creature's right eye. It roared in pain, snapping blindly at its tormentor. The pseudo dragon dove for the ground and passed between the monster's legs before climbing to a position above and behind him. He dove, this time cracking the larger beast on the back of his head with his tail. It wheeled to the left, and Victor circled counter-clockwise, staying in its blind spot.
Gwen glanced in the direction of the heavily damaged police station and saw a police officer rise to his feet. Disoriented, he was holding his head in his hands and didn't immediately see the dragon. The skunkette stopped, focused, and rewove the sleep spell, aiming it at the station as before. The officer stiffened, then collapsed like a rag doll. Sapphire abruptly grabbed the dancer by the arm and yanked her aside as the monster's foot landed where she had been standing.
"Nice spell casting," the djin commented, "but you might want to keep your eyes open next time."
"Thanks," replied Gwen. "Think it might work on our big friend there?"
The vixen shook her head. "The bigger a dragon is, the more resistant he is to simple spells."
"Well... If we can't use sorcery directly on him, how about using it on something else?"
Sapphire smiled wickedly. "I like the way you think." She waved her hand in a blue arc and the grass suddenly lengthened and wrapped itself around the dragon's feet. The monster staggered, tried to take a step and fell forward into a very satisfying, and painful belly flop. The earth shook, nearly throwing both women to the ground.
The dragon roared in frustration. More grass shot upward, further ensnaring the monster. Blue magic rippled through the air as the vixen wove her hands back and forth, smiling with satisfaction at the result.
Perhaps it was the simplicity of the spell, or its relative ease in casting that was deceptive. Whatever the problem, the vixen suddenly found herself overtaxed. The smile abruptly vanished as a wave of nausea and pain washed across her. Sapphire clutched at her stomach and dropped to her knees. She gulped at the night air, fighting the urge to throw-up. The grass entangling the dragon turned brown and withered in seconds. It took little effort for the monster to shred it and again rise to its feet.
Gwen knelt next to the vixen, ready to drag her out of the way if need be. Above her the monster turned on the two women, then stopped as it again began biting and clawing at the air around it. Victor dove at the creature's face, slamming his barbed tail against its snout. It roared and snapped once more at the air. The skunkette watched in horror as teeth like spears closed about the pseudo-dragon, trapping it within the monster's maw.
Finding himself on the verge of being swallowed, Victor uncorked the potion he'd been carrying and hurled it toward the back of the dragon's throat. Its throat muscles contracted instinctively and the potion disappeared. The Zorr would have been swallowed with it if he had not dug his claws into the dragon's giant tongue. Its sulfurous breath burned his lungs as he looked desperately for a way to get it to open its mouth.
"NOOOO!" screamed Gwen. She stood, planting both her feet and reached into herself tapping into her manna reserve. Operating on the purest instinct she cast a summoning spell, aiming it not at the monster before her, but at her trapped love. Green magic flared around her and tore through her. Her scream of fear became one of pain and she folded in on herself, dropping unconscious to the ground.
The world suddenly became silent, save for the pitiful retching of the vixen. The spasm passed and Sapphire weakly looked around her. The skunkette was curled up in the grass next to her, moaning softly. She touched the dancer's fur and there was a soft jolt of green static. The djin recognized the aftermath of wild magic. Examining Gwen, she shook her head. It appeared that the skunkette and Victor were the victims of a typical apprentice mistake. Passion had replaced control in the spell, resulting in some very interesting, but not fatal consequences. She smiled ruefully. Considering the circumstances she found it hard to blame the girl.
Another soft moan drew her attention to a spot several yards away. Standing, the blue-furred vixen walked over to the human now laying where once a dragon had been. She sighed in relief. Victor had managed to administer the potion before the first twenty-four hours had passed, preventing the curse from locking into the host. She smiled. Black rose pollen was such a useful item. Too bad it tended to have unpredictable side effects.
Reaching down, she picked up the now three inch tall human and looked around. The human opened his eyes, saw the giantess holding him, screamed once and promptly fainted. Sapphire sighed. For an avowed racist, he certainly didn't impress her as being overly dangerous. Spotting an old, dirt encrusted coffee can, the vixen plopped the Human Leaguer inside then sealed the top, after first punching a few air holes with her claws. Forty-eight hours from now he'd be good as new, or bad as ever, depending on your point of view.
Walking back to the skunkette, Sapphire helped the girl to her feet and led her back to Victor's car. Fortunately, no magic was needed to get home. All they needed was to pile in and set the drive system to automatic. On the way the vixen did a much more through examination of Gwen. Careful not to overtax herself again, the djin gently passed her hands up and down the young woman's body. She nodded in satisfaction. She wouldn't need to cast any spells to correct this problem. Nature would handle things in due course.
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SIXTEEN HOURS LATER
The two detectives finished talking with the police chief, then climbed back into their rented floater and headed into town.
The giant human looked across at his red-furred partner. "So, what now fuzz-ball?"
"Well, I was thinking we'd stop at a local restaurant for lunch, then call in and tell the captain we lost our suspect."
"WE lost him? Whatever gave you that idea?" the human grumbled
"Well," the vixen explained, "if we tell the captain that the local gendarmes lost him, he'll just tell us to catch the next flight home. If we say we lost him, he'll give us seventy-two hours to find him again, or else."
"So why should we subject ourselves to his considerable ire?"
The vixen looked up, a grin on her face. "When was the last time we had a three day vacation?"
The human raised one eyebrow in thought. "Not since before that puppet caper, I think." He glanced over at his partner. "How to we avoid getting our asses handed to us when we get back home?"
"Easy... We file the paperwork the locals give us and tell him he didn't hear us right when we reported in the first time. He's so bogged down in the annual inventory report right now he'll let it go without further comment."
"I'll say this for you fuzz-ball, if you weren't already a cop, you'd make a hell-of-a con-man."
"If I were a man," she corrected him.
"So what's to do after lunch?"
"There's someone I want to drop in on, if he's in."
"Surprise visit?"
"Why not? Last time he was in our neck of the woods, he pulled one on me."
The large detective chuckled. "As they say... Payback's a bitch."
The vixen gave him a toothy grin in reply.
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Gwen groaned, shifting herself in bed trying to relieve the cramp in her back and get more comfortable. "God! How do women put up with this kind of thing?"
Sapphire set a small tray down next to the bed and brushed the skunkette's sweat soaked hair away from her forehead. "Well, with the vast majority of them, it's a much more gradual process. Their bodies have time to get use to the changes they experience. You, on the other hand, had to go botch a summoning spell." She passed Gwen a glass of water which the girl quickly drank. Not many women have had the pleasure of developing an instant case of pregnancy."
"Yeah... I was really stupid about it. I didn't think. I just reacted to seeing that thing eat Victor."
"Be thankful it wasn't worse. Had he been a full sized Zorr and not a pseudo dragon, he would have ripped you apart from inside... Providing you didn't blow him up first," The dancer rubbed her extremely swollen stomach. "I wonder what he's feeling in there right now?"
"Not much of anything," Sapphire replied. "I put him into a deep sleep so he won't wake up and think the dragon swallowed him."
Gwen felt Victor stir in her womb and she giggled. "That tickles!" She looked up at the djin. "It's kind of funny... I wanted to feel Victor inside me. Now, I get my wish." The two women laughed at the rye joke.
"Don't worry. You'll get your chance, once we get him out of there."
"And how do you propose to do that?" the skunkette asked.
"The old fashioned way... natural childbirth." Gwen opened her mouth to reply, but Sapphire gently pressed a finger to the girl's lips. "Don't worry. I've done this kind of thing a number of times over the centuries."
"What? Given birth to baby dragons?"
The vixen chuckled. "No... Midwifery. In fact, I've been feeding you a special herb tea that will not only help induce labor, but will relax you enough to make the process relatively painless."
"I'll believe that when it happens."
The doorbell rang and Sapphire quickly rose from the bed. "You stay here while I'll see who it is. We'll talk more when I get back." The vixen left the guest room and headed for the front door.
"If it's Dr. Aryan again, black her other eye for me, would you?" the skunkette called after her.
The vixen padded towards the front door, flicking her hands so her robe changed to a simple pair of white silk trousers, slippers and a high-collared, silk tunic.
Sapphire opened the door and found herself confronted by two individuals. The first was a short, red-furred vixen dressed in a simple woman's business suit. The second was an enormous human wearing jeans, a football jersey and a tweed coat. The vixen held out her hand to Sapphire and smiled.
"Hello! We've never met. I'm Pepper Fields and this is my partner, Saul Blackthorn. Is my cousin Victor at home?"
To be continued... | FSE |
Title: Bellway Ch. 02: Devices of Pleasure
Tags: female chastity, iron corset, seesaw, letter, regency, historical
*Author's Note: All characters are adults, which in this context means they are at least twenty-one years of age.*
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My Beloved Emily,
Forgive me (as I'm sure you will, dear sister) for deluging you with my ill-considered words, but I am in turmoil! It was with great difficulty last night that I yielded to sleep, so full my thoughts were of yesterday's adventure. I awoke in darkness, a solitary ray of moonlight piercing the curtain in our room.
Lady Grey gave us the Green Room to share, knowing it to be my favourite. I still remember my amazement as a young girl that I could have a bed all to myself, and how you complained that I climbed into your bed during the night, afraid to be by myself even though the beds were within touching distance.
Thankfully, I did not feel the urge to climb into Charlotte's bed. My sleep was fitful, my dreams consumed as my waking thoughts had been with apple-scented kissing and rough fingers penetrating the flower of my maidenhood.
It was a gentle moan that awoke me and set my heart pounding. I lay there, uncertain, fearing that a stranger had entered our room - but it was only Charlotte. She moaned again, and I wondered if she were dreaming, or perhaps it was a nightmare and I should awaken her.
As my eyes adjusted to the dark, I saw that she was half uncovered, and with one hand she teased a swollen nipple. The other hand was concealed below, no doubt seeking that nubbin of pleasure, touching herself the way I had been touched.
I stayed quiet as mouse, not daring to move. Charlotte would be mortified to know that I witnessed this private moment. It is one thing to surrender helplessly to a man's determined embrace, but quite something else to be openly lewd. (Oh pity me, sister.)
Naturally I was shocked. I closed my eyes and sought again the ignorance of sleep, but alas I was wide awake - and worse! Charlotte's moans of pleasure awoke in me that same tormentous need. If those masked men had burst into the room there and then, I would have begged them to treat me as before.
I was tempted to do as Charlotte did, to throw off the covers and yield to the same solitary pleasure, but I denied the impulse, telling myself it was a test of character, even as Charlotte shuddered through a long moment of ecstasy and drifted off eventually to sleep.
Emily, sweet Emily, we are slaves to our bodies, and no amount of education can vanquish them. How long I lay there in the dark silence, I don't know, but my body's aching need denied me rest, and my imaginings bounced in a feverish fashion between the masked men's ravishment of us and Charlotte's private pleasure.
For a while I kept the inevitable at bay by pressing blankets against my chest and between my thighs, but I yielded slowly to the demand for more, pinching and rubbing my nipples. It is true that I have teased them in the past, playing lightly with them when no one watched, but this was no playful tease. I squeezed them until the pain was almost beyond endurance, and if Charlotte had been awake she would have been in no doubt what I was doing. Though I was determined to be silent, my breathing was heavy and quiet whimpers escaped against my will.
Blissful though this torture was, it did nothing to cool the ache below. I am deeply ashamed to admit this, especially to you, dear Emily, since I know how much you dislike men, but right then I needed one. I needed to feel a cock thrusting into me, filling the emptiness that even a day ago I had been unaware existed.
I slipped a finger within, and then a second, and this helped a little, but I fear nothing can truly substitute for the girth and length and ardour of a man. Now that I have known one, how am I supposed to endure until marriage?
But like Charlotte before me, I sufficed, tugging at my nipples with one hand, rubbing my nubbin with the other, a harlot at work on herself, until I too shuddered through a blissful release amidst sweat-drenched sheets - and drenched in more than sweat, I soon discovered, for in the throes of pleasure I wet the bed in a most alarming fashion. I shudder to think what the servants must be saying about me now.
[Evening]
I shan't bore you with details of this morning. Suffice it to say that Lady Grey is well, despite her advancing age, and the quality of her staff cannot be faulted. As usual, all of Bellway's rooms and halls are cleaned regularly, the food is excellent, and the gardens well kept. I would be quite happy to stay here forever, except that it is so far from you, dear sister, and I would soon miss London society.
Charlotte and I took a stroll around the gardens, and down past the church to Appleby, where we indulged in tea and scones at Miss Caroline's Teahouse - Miss Caroline asked after you, Emily, and had such a wistful look that I wonder if she is of your persuasion. Come to think of it, you did develop a remarkable passion for tea when we visited last summer.
In the afternoon, after Lady Grey retired to her chambers, as is her wont - and indeed all of Bellway seemed to doze, inviting a seductive lethargy - Charlotte and I set off to explore the west wing, spending a pleasant hour in Sir Eduard's library, and another perusing old Sir Thomas's collections of butterflies and exotic stuffed animals.
Indeed, with Sir Thomas permanently abed these days, Charlotte and I dared to peek within his study, curious to see what treasures might be hidden within - not that we anticipated any great discovery, but our curiosity was well rewarded.
Do you recall, dear Emily, the painting on the stairs that I always liked - the two women on a seesaw, their faces red, flushed with excitement, their long skirts sweeping and whirling about them in bright colours?
Well, that very same seesaw is in Sir Thomas's study - though I hesitate to call it that. This most private room is also home to a collection, the nature of which I can scarcely begin to explain, the instruments being so varied and often so obscure in nature.
The theme, I would hazard to guess, is the giving and withholding of pleasure. Indeed, the first thing I set eye on upon opening the door was a wooden mannequin dressed in polished iron armour sculpted to match her feminine curves, though her arms and legs, and her head, were all left free and unprotected.
I shall say more about that later. Our attention was quickly diverted to displays of wooden carvings, and ivory and some stone too, some very suggestive of a woman's most intimate regions, but most shaped very alike to a man's cock. Some were small and slender, some thick and long, some straight and some curved, some smooth and some ridged with twisting veins, and some had bulbous heads and wide bases and hardly seemed like cocks at all.
Charlotte and I stood there for an age, gaping at this astonishing array of lewd artefacts. There was a chair with a great hole in the seat, perhaps to allow its occupant to do their toilette - which I must admit has a certain appeal, until I imagine having to sit where someone else has done likewise.
"We mustn't be here," Charlotte said firmly.
"No," I agreed, though neither of us made to leave. It was the seesaw that lured us into the room. Without skirts to conceal its true nature, its appearance was altogether more ominous, for in the place of seats, the ends of the polished wooden plank were forked, a wooden cock mounted below so that the lady on the descending end would for certain be breached.
Suddenly I understood that in the painting on the stairs, the two women were enjoying no innocent pastime, but were rather engaged in an exercise of pleasure.
"We shouldn't," Charlotte whispered.
"No," I agreed again, but I closed the door of the study. We were alone, had seen no one else in hours, and the house seemed quiet. Emily, dear sister, how could we not, given such opportunity, recreate that scene in the painting? Despite my best efforts, my mind had continued to dwell on the events of yesterday, and the exquisite sensation of having a man's cock thrusting into me.
We made the mistake of mounting it at the same time, arranging our skirts about us as we lowered ourselves awkwardly onto the forked ends of the plank, the plank itself seesawing in response to our movements. The wooden cock itself was smooth and polished, of considerable length and at least as thick as the masked thieve's had been. It was mounted on a hinge that allowed it to move back and forward, and I was able to guide it between my legs.
I'm embarrassed to admit that I was very wet in anticipation - though I daresay that was useful, for Charlotte, frustrated in her attempt to do similarly, stood up abruptly and I fell down onto the cock. The pain and shock of that sudden penetration forced a cry from my lips, and for a good long minute all I could do was sit there, gasping.
Charlotte, after ensuring that I was not too distressed, collapsed with laughter. I could see myself in a mirror too, seated on the seesaw, fully dressed with my skirts falling about me, no sign that I just been so rudely assaulted by the mechanism except for my reddened cheeks glistening with tears - and soon I too was laughing hysterically.
Oh, Emily, I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. It banished my lingering discomfort, and I begged Charlotte to take her place, something she found easier to do now that I could control the plank, and soon we were both impaled.
I think the real joy of the seesaw is not the penetration itself - although I enjoyed that fullness and the wooden cock felt almost alive the way it moved within me - but rather the knowledge that as one is pushing up, lifting until almost free of the cock, so also the other is being thrust down onto it. Indeed, it soon became a game between us to see who could stand quickest, which was not in itself easy, for the pure pleasure of seeing the other's face as they fell.
Charlotte derived a greater pleasure from this joyful exercise than I, her muted whimpers a crescendo that built to a crest, until she gave a loud cry and sat squirming in her seat, panting heavily.
Alas, Emily! At that very moment the study door was thrown open to reveal a furious Lady Grey. I at least was able to extricate myself from the seesaw, but for Charlotte it was a struggle, and it mattered not because the very nature of the device made clear what we had been doing. The wooden cocks were glistening with the evidence that we had done more than merely sit.
Speaking with an icy tone that terrified me, for I know my whole future now depends on Lady Grey's discretion, and indeed my behaviour since arriving at Bellway has been inexcusable as I'm sure you yourself will agree, she said, "While Sir Thomas no doubt will be delighted that his device is not neglected, for you to use it without his permission is unacceptable. It is outrageous too that you, unmarried ladies, in my care, should act in such an immoral manner."
I fell to my knees before her and burst into tears, sure that then and there my life was over. "Forgive us, Lady Grey," I begged.
She studied me coldly for a minute, and shook her head. "Forgiveness must be earned. Trust must be earned, and bad behaviour must be punished. Do you understand?"
Her words, though I didn't fully understand, offered me a ray of hope and I grabbed it. "Yes, Lady Grey."
"For as long as you are within this house, you must obey me unconditionally."
"Yes, Lady Grey."
She turned to Charlotte. "That goes for you too."
Poor Charlotte looked quite terrified. "Yes, Lady Grey," she whispered.
"Very well. Go to your room and wait there until I think of a suitable punishment."
"Yes, Lady Grey," she whispered again, and fled, leaving me alone.
Lady Grey returned her attention to me. "Remove your clothes, girl. All of them."
I obeyed as swiftly as my buttons and stays allowed, and soon I stood there entirely naked, as only you and Mother have ever seen me, my hands shielding my intimate region.
Lady Grey, meanwhile, removed the armour from the mannequin. It was lined on the inside with soft leather and silk, and there were buckles and laces to adjust the fit to its wearer - me! I was baffled as I slipped my legs and arms through the holes, and then laced up more tightly than I like, before the last buckles at the back fastened the armour into place.
At that point I still had no idea what the purpose of it was. If Lady Grey was so angry with me, why was wearing armour a punishment? It wasn't too uncomfortable, although I certainly looked very odd in the mirror, my head and various limbs sticking out of a metal torso.
Indeed, I can say now that only the leather and metal strip between my legs is really uncomfortable. It is hinged at the front with a buckle at the back, so that the wearer can do their toilette without having to get undressed.
Perhaps you suspect already what I was slow to understand. This was no suit of armour, but rather a chastity device that I have been ordered to wear at all times. "You must never touch the buckles," Lady Grey instructed, her countenance severe. "Any attempt to free yourself and you will be thrown out of my house. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lady Grey," I said, my voice trembling.
Oh Emily, sweet Emily, I have been imprisoned in this cruel device for hours! How strange it is to touch myself and feel metal skin.
Lady Grey has given Charlotte permission to unbuckle me if I need to do my toilette, but she is to ensure that I never touch myself between the legs - what humiliation! The thought that Charlotte must watch me has kept me from asking at all, and now I am fit to burst.
Writing this to you has been a useful distraction from my body's itches and aches, but cruelest of all is the satisfaction Charlotte gained on the seesaw, but was denied me. The need to be touched, to be taken and filled, to have a cock thrusting powerfully into me until I find that blissful release I have known twice now...
I am denied the touch of my own body. My nipples are hard and press against leather, while my fingers caress only iron. My sweet nubbin of pleasure is guarded likewise. I am driven quite to distraction, and Charlotte, though she tries to conceal it, cannot help laughing.
Forgive me, dear Emily, and pity me!
All of my heart always,
S. | literotica |
(M tf stallion, hippocampus, ichthyocentaur, hippogriff, longma, hippalectryon)
Tod had been having a bit of an unlucky streak with women. His last relationship broke off because she had to move away to follow work opportunities and he could not follow, and since then he has yet to find another. Milly was a woman he had been friends with for ages- but not in a romantic capacity, so when he complained to her about not having had sex in so long, he did not expect the conversation to actually go anywhere- he was just venting.
"I have a ranch full of brood mares you can fuck, I know you like horse anthros, hehe." That brought back embarrassing memories of him asking her to fix his PC, only to stumble on his 'stash'.
Tod rolled his eyes. "Right. Funny."
"No seriously- with formstones I can turn you into a horse, negating the taboo." She paused to think a moment, but spoke up again before Tod could. "Reason I bring it up actually is I have been looking into virility potions and such so I can breed better horses to sell for better prices. These mares are being told by their bodies to get preggers, so might as well let them and turn some profit while you are at it, right? But then it hit me- I could use a formstone to create a perfect breeding stud! Formstones are imprinted with the body of a creature allowing you to swap your body for its body while it's activated, right? You can only store one form in a formstone so naturally only the best specimens are chosen to imprint the stone with."
"Ok... so you decided that rather than use that on a breeding stud, you'd turn a human into one?"
"Well that is the thing- the formstones only work on humans. No one- at least that I know of- has made a formstone attuned to a creature. That is why using it for breeding stock isn't a thing already."
1]Hippogriff
Tod turned down her offer almost without thinking about it at all. After she left to return home though, he was still thinking about it. Should he? It sounded so taboo, but the mare's were in heat and wanted it. They were animals, but he could be too. As full as his porn folder was of horses, he never actually considered even being near one in the real world. He also never considered being turned into one either, though. Well, he supposed he already told her no by now and she was probably already home again. Tod attempted to watch television and just shrug the whole thing off, but found his thoughts wandering. He was feeling pretty horny- no doubt from the thoughts Milly seeded in him. He decided to turn on his PC and relieve himself to some of his fictional mares.
When he flopped his junk out to masturbate, he noticed his balls looked a bit puffy and bigger than normal. He shrugged it off for now and grabbed his shaft to beat off. He imagined himself as a stud, trying to picture what it would be like to take one of them as another horse. As he masturbated though- he did not notice the skin thickening on his scrotum and excess skin pooling at the base forming a very thick and meaty base to his penis. His balls were filled with a very gentle, warm pleasure as they started to slowly enlarge, feeding him more hormones to drive him further into his fantasy and away from noticing the changes. His penis started to grow longer, and again he did not notice. His neck tickled a bit as new hairs grew in, advancing his hairline down his neck slowly. The veins on his dick started to throb harder, stretching a bit wider and his shaft followed along, engorging further than normally possible. Tod finally noticed something wrong when his fingers started to get forced apart because his dick was outgrowing his hand!
"WHAT?! What... wow." He watched it as it changed, a bit dazed.
The skin on his genitals was turning a grey-pink now as it continued to transform. His cock seemed to bob a bit with the more powerful throbs- pulling down and then growing back forward. Each downward pull caused the dense skin at the base to transition further toward a proper sheath. His balls were getting heavier and bigger, his scrotum now smooth and turning bruise purple just ahead of the shaft which quickly followed. His dick advanced past his belly button, to his ribs, up his chest, past his collar. The longer and thicker it got the darker the skin turned. A medial ring formed once it passed his collar- needing a halfway point to telescope out from and still be able to pack itself away after. The head started to flatten into a more subdued curve, with a slight cleft down the middle and the area around the urethral opening started to sink in a bit, though the urethra did not.
"Damnit! Milly must have had a formstone on her when she was here! She cast the damn thing on me anyway!" He watched his junk get still bigger, and wanted to continue but knew he shouldn't. "I have to get to her ranch, fast."
His nuts were the size of softballs now and glossy black. Tod tried to think of unsexy things to get it to go soft so he could stuff it in his pants to go out- but it refused. He put the shaft under his shirt and hoped that was good enough. It was so long the head was sticking out of his collar. Placed in an upright position though- his transformation took advantage and used this time to properly merge the sheath to his underside so his penis could not be oriented in any other way. He could feel an uncomfortable tightness in the rear of his pants as his tailbone started to grow, wedged against the fabric. Veins became visible around his crotch like on a horse's underside as well. Tod grabbed his keys and locked his apartment door as he went to leave and stumbled forward, knocking his forehead against the door by accident. His legs let out loud, wet sounding cracks and pops as they quickly started changing- it sounded painful as hell but luckily did not actually hurt at all. His feet started to get longer, fast. His ankles raised up from out of his shoes and his toes got jammed together in the front, quickly merging together into one gigantic toe! Tod turned and leaned entirely against the door so he could scramble to get his shoes off- his growing mono-toe was very quickly outgrowing their capacity. Or more accurately, the giant unified nail growing from it that was rapidly thickening into a black hoof. He got one off in time, but had to kick the other off using his first freed foot because it had already grown too big to pop off easily. His socks came off a lot easier thanks to them being a great deal more flexible. By the time he unveiled them, his feet were already gone- replaced by the large U shaped hoof of a horse. Tod groaned as he felt his tail growing, wedged down and around his entire butt crack as the only space it could fit. He pulled his pants down a bit in the back and grabbed the tail, pulling it out and over. As soon as it was exposed to the open air, its hair started to grow in, making its final length long enough to touch his shins.
Tod raced to his car- he would have to move fast to get to her ranch and make Milly fix this! As he walked down to the parking lot though, his penis continued to grow slowly and inched up far enough to be level with his nose- beyond what his shirt could cover. He paused and groaned as a pressure burst into his back and then released with a loud pop as his entire body trembled from the shift. His dick was now level with his chin. His torso got longer! He reached his car unlocked the door and when he bent down to open it he realized his torso had not just gotten longer- his entire body was bigger. He would have to scrunch himself up pretty good to even fit into the car! As he crouched though, his thighs stretched and tore his pant legs! The changes were still going up his legs! His bones slowly grew becoming big and sturdy, and his muscles swelled and thickened around them. Fur started to grow around his hooves and was making its way up his legs too- but only grew on the parts that were fully formed. Another issue- when he tried to bend over his dick surpassed his head entirely, blocking his view of anything but shaft. How was he going to drive with a dick in his face?! His spine popped and his torso got longer again! His lungs and heart grew causing his chest to expand and barrel out! Tod's shirt groaned in protest and started to rip from around the shoulders! His body couldn't bend enough- he could not fit in the car at all now! Tod groaned again as his voice deepened, and his neck started to pop and lengthen now- his hair forming a mane down the back just as quickly. His pants ripped further and further up till his hips burst in size and exploded his pants off entirely! A wave of numbness took his legs causing him to fall onto the side of the car, holding himself up with his arms because his legs momentarily dislocated from the sudden growth of the hips. When his legs re-set in the sockets, they did so in a formation that would only allow for four legged motion! He was still held up against the car, but he could not walk upright. The fur took his torso as it advanced up from his legs, but started to slow down the further up it grew. To keep pace with his huge hips, his butt cheeks grew massive and round with muscle. A stripe of bare black flesh exposed his swollen taint leading back to his anus which puffed up and out into a fat ring below his tail. Tod sighed, bracing himself mentally for the rest of the changes. And then nothing happened. They... stopped.
Tod looked himself over a bit confused. Some of his upper body was horse, his entire lower body was horse, but he was definitely still a good portion of human. He looked in the car, wondering if there was still a way he could use it to reach Milly. Maybe if he put the front seat completely back, he could sit on the back seat with his body laying over it, and use one arm to push the pedal down and the other to steer? It would still be a stunt just cramming himself into the car in the first place though.
"Ah! Oh, here we go..."
His skin tightened on his arms and he nodded to himself- the changes only paused, they did not stop. His skin started to bunch up and stiffen, forming many stiff, shallow hills of skin like pseudo scales all over his hands and arms! The bottom of his palm crushed together and started to merge together! His pinky and thumb were forced to touch and then merged into a single digit! His nails all grew long and sharp and thickened, though became narrow as well. His skin turned grayish, then charcoal, then totally black. This wasn't a horse's limbs! There was even new muscle sets in his back he did not even know what they did! As he flexed them and they continued to grow he realized it was actually moving something on his back. By the time he turned to look over his shoulder they had the appearance of giant bald chicken wings! Millions of quills started to rise out of his skin, causing Tod to squirm from the wave of prickly feeling. His ears shrank away, leaving only holes in their wake as his hair fell out- replaced by the advancing waves of quills. His teeth all started to merge together and grow forward out of his mouth, then growing so large it stretched his mouth open more and more, pulling his lips back till they were indistinguishable! His nose receded partly, but his nostrils remained the same- the structure of the nose was pushed back too far by the growth from his mouth as it turned into a proper beak! He let out a strange rattling growl sound and then squawked in surprise as the quills all started to burst open rapidly, opening fully into feathers covering the entire upper portion of his body! The added mass of the feathers pushed his shirt beyond its abilities and it tore completely off of him, leaving him nude. The new set of proto limbs on his back were huge now, and so was the array of feathers that grew from them- forming huge wings. The wings had their own set of shoulder blades- but the two sets partially overlapped one another under the skin. The changes once again stopped, leaving Tod confused.
He shoved himself off of the car and spun on his hooves to drop down onto all fours. He then turned to look in the side mirror of the car to figure out what the hell he even was anymore. His feathers were a very dark metallic green, but all dark near-black brown on the tips to match his horse fur. He had the head of a bird, but the size and girth of his neck and the mane running down the back of it was still horse. Tod's beak was dark brown like most of the rest of him. His torso was horse shaped, feathered at the front and fur on the back. Wings and front legs like a bird, and the entire lower end was horse. Only now was his erection finally starting to soften and go back into its sheath. With his now larger torso- his dick only reached the middle of his ribs. He turned into a Hippogriff- half horse, half bird! Still horse where it counted- of course, hippogriff sired horses would be exceptionally fast- though their bones would be more brittle than normal.
Well with the addition of wings, there was absolutely no way Tod could ever fit in a vehicle. He needed to get to Milly though. Tod looked at himself in the mirror again a moment and then around to see if anyone was around to spot him. He was completely transformed now, so if someone seen him NOW, they wouldn't be able to know it was him. He walked down the driveway a bit, looking around again trying to figure out what direction Milly's ranch was. He pulled his wings in, flexing the muscles in them then opened them fully to stretch, before relaxing a bit more. He took a step back, then dashed forward and jumped into the air, flapped his wings, and face planted into the grass at the side of the driveway. Tod got up slowly, shaking dirt off his beak and making odd clicking sounds again. He flapped his wings a bit, feeling the air catch under them and shove all the loose dirt and dust around him back in a wave. He flapped harder and harder till he felt his body bob. He lifted them again, holding for a moment in concentration and then slammed them down on the ground and fired himself straight into the air! He flapped them more and started to lift further up, then tilted them slightly, turning the feathers a bit and started to move forward. He couldn't drive to Milly's place, so he would just fly there! It was a little nerve-wracking at first, looking down at the homes and streets below and knowing nothing was under him to hold him up. The strength of his wings gave him confidence though- there was a lot of power in this body.
Tod was not accustomed to flying, and wasn't especially fit as a human, so by the time he got to the ranch he nearly crash landed onto the far side of the fields. His wings ached- he would walk the rest of the way. All the horses in the field backed up as he approached, not knowing what to think of the strange creature. Hippogriff do not live in these regions at all- they nest in the giant trees of elder forests. Tod was still pretty breathless even as he crossed the field. Like swimming- flying was an intense workout and he went quite a distance for being his only time in the air. As he approached the midway point on the fields though, the horses stopped backing off and started to approach him instead. He probably got close enough that they could see he was half horse himself. His own nostrils flared a bit. There was something in the air, but he could not identify it. It was almost more of a feeling in his nose than an actual smell. Tod did not realize what he was picking up on was horse pheromones. He was breathing deep and rapidly from being out of breath- and inhaling the scent of a dozen mares in heat. They also picked up on his smell- the musky scent of stallion balls, making their mouths water and their fat labia moisten. The mares surrounded him as he tried to get to the house, swarming him close enough that he could not advance! He was a bit irritated but that vanished as soon as he seen the flash of pink and became enthralled. The mares turned for him, brushing their tails against him and then flashing him their moist inner pussy as their huge stiff clits parted the curtains in an equine wink. Immediately Tod remembered what he was fantasizing about at home before he was interrupted before he could get off. His big stallion dick once again emerged from his sheath, wobbling in the air under him as it grew longer, then stiffer, then thudded against his underside in full erection!
His body went into auto pilot, mirroring the vision in his head as he played through the scenario he imagined in real life! Tod grabbed the mare's big butt, then thrust forward powerfully putting himself much closer to her. He adjusted his grip to be much further up her body- sliding his torso up onto her back. His cock wobbled a bit from all the motion making it a bit hard to aim because of how long it was, but her clit held her pussy open for him to hit an easy mark and he thrust in! Electric pleasure fired up his dick and exploded into his hips, diffusing into his body! She felt so wonderful wrapped around him! Tod thrust into her powerfully, gripping the ground behind them with his large hooves to slam into her as deep as he could, speeding up and hitting climax rather quickly! Horse are not much in terms of sexual stamina, after all.
Milly clapped from her seat in the barn only ten feet away- Tod had not even noticed the door was wide open the entire time and she could see the entire thing! Her clapping snapped him out of it and he slowly tip toed his way back off the mare, staring across the fields afraid to turn around and face Milly.
"Hey, great job! Mare number one down. Only twelve to go."
His face felt hot in embarrassment and he turned at her and squawked loudly! Then made confused grumbling sounds, and then trailed off in deep clicking sounds.
"Oh! Shoot, uh, hold on." She dashed into the barn to find something and came back out with a pendant. Milly glanced at it, then at him and just held it against his throat. "Try now?"
He made strange grumbles again and an almost chirp.
"Hrm, ok. Sorry, you can't talk till I turn you back. I have to put the pendant on before I transform someone. Your neck is too big to put it on after the fact."
Milly went back into the barn and was gone for a few minutes before coming back with a formstone. He held it toward Tod and it let off a powerful flash of light and in an explosion of energy- Tod's form exploded outward in a wave of coloured vapor, releasing a perfectly human Tod to fall to the ground in its place- completely nude. Milly laughed, tossing him a jacket he tied around his hips to cover his junk till he could get back to the house and she invited him in for dinner. He got dressed in a simple outfit of borrowed clothing. Milly explained she used the stone on him to give him a 'test run' to convince him to do it. Tod was too embarrassed to speak for some time. His face remained beat red for so long Milly was getting worried he would pass out.
Milly grinned at him as he finished dinner. "Well, stud? Staying the night? You wanted sex and there is plenty here waiting for you."
Tom just crossed his arms.
"Oh come on. You can't say that didn't feel great. And if you didn't want it at all, why did you mount her? There is thirteen mares in total, all waiting for a turn on your meat stick."
"Fourteen."
"Huh?"
"There is fourteen mares, I counted."
Milly chuckled. "Oh, right. You can't get one of them pregnant because she isn't a horse. One of them is a human in the form of a horse- I will let you guess which one. There is sixteen horses and one donkey total- two are the studs I normally use. Also, think of it this way; you are helping make the horses stronger and give their species a better chance! You are ensuring the next batch of foals have superior genes!"
Tod groaned, burring his face in his hands. "Please don't talk about babies..."
Milly just pat him on the head. That night they slept in the same bed, Tod slept with his pillows at the foot of the bed so they were opposite each other. Milly woke up first the next day, eager to get her formstones lined up and ready to go. Tod however remained sleeping for some time. The rhythmic pounding of the rain made it easier to sleep. When he finally got up he groaned at the sight out the window overlooking the fields. Real heavy rain under a matte grey sky. No wind or lightning but still certainly not the type of weather you go out in. Even if he wanted to bail from her plot now he wouldn't be able to get home. He did not have wings or his car now so he would have to walk- and he is not walking through THAT. Even as he ate breakfast Milly presented him the selection of formstones, showing them off.
2]Hippocampus
"Its poring rain outside, we can't do anything today anyway."
"Huh? Are you made of sugar? You melt in water? I suppose you could mount in the barn too but that would be kinda rude so close to the other horses who are still penned in." Milly motioned out the window to a mare wandering the edges of the field, close to the barn but still outside. "It just so happens we have a girl with an affinity to water. Wet and wild times- live a little!"
Tod glanced outside and spaced out a bit in thought. His brain was still working up to speed from waking up. Sex in the rain, huh? While he did not like the idea of being soaked and cold, it did sound like something you'd have on a bucket list. It would be an experience, for sure. Milly's casual approach to the situation helped slowly ease Tod's embarrassment. Milly was the type of person who goes to the bathroom and doesn't bother to close the door. There was at least two occasions she borrowed the shower at his place and pranced around naked like it was nothing. Tod reluctantly agreed, and without giving him the option Milly quickly grabbed which formstone they would use. Because of the situation- one of the form made a lot more sense than the others. After breakfast Milly gave the stone to Tod and he dashed out to the barn. He spent some time wandering around the barn looking at and greeting all the horses. In truth he was having a bit of trouble getting it up. Even though the memory of yesterday's unintentional romp was hot as hell, and he was surrounded by all these fine horses- now being somewhat expected to have sex put pressure on him and made it hard to preform! Just talking to the horses and brushing their mane with his fingers or patting their heads, he could not tell which mare was the fake. The one outside wandered to the open barn doors to see him as well, and he did not know if she was the fake- but could also tell she was not a normal horse. When she turned her head the light caught in her eyes allowing him to see her pupils were vertical slits, not horizontal rectangles like normal horse. When she smelled the male on him her lips curled back a bit and she gave a pleased nicker- and he seen her teeth were all sharp fangs as well, not flat slabs! That was why she enjoyed being soaked! That mare was sired by a Kelpie! When he went to pat the lone jackass- it opened its mouth baring its large teeth a bit as if to bite him and closed its mouth as he moved back. An oddly human reaction- it did not want to be pet. Milly said one of the mares were fake- she did not say if the stallions or jackass were real.
The kelpie half-blood certainly seemed ready to go, prancing around the open doors impatiently. Tod decided to just use the formstone now. He was psyching himself out thinking about it- the only correct approach was to dive in head first without thinking! Sometimes your fear of something is the only actual roadblock. Instead of being shy about doing anything in front of Milly, he should take her example and be flaunting! Show off how masculine he can be! Take it as a challenge! Tod activated the formstone, and then set it down on a small tool table near the doors. Because the stone remained close to him unlike the other day- the effects were more immediate. He felt his arm muscles flexing involuntarily and started to strip off the borrowed clothes so he didn't shred her outfits too. Standing there naked actually felt pretty... good. The cool air and occasionally a light misting from the rain dropping only inches in front of him- feeling the open outdoors air on his junk felt refreshing. The moisture had been building in the hot summer air till today so it was getting muggy and gross- this was a nice contrast.
The other day his changes started with his junk- but he wasn't masturbating today so the changes started elsewhere. His biceps started to swell up on their own- the muscles tightening and bulging then relaxing but remaining just as distended, growing in gentle throbs. His hands started to compress- his fingers bunching together and then their mobility started to disappear as they fused into a singular mass. His nailed unified and thickened- getting farther toward black as they bulked. His tail started to grow in, and this time it was a much better feeling- not being immediately jammed against his pants since he wasn't wearing them. The feeling was a slight squirming in his lower back as those muscles bulked up and snaked their way down, stretching a tail out with the added length of the muscle groups. He was mostly watching his hands devolve when he closed his eyes and groaned at a pulse of pressure in his head. It was not like the pressure of a headache- the pressure was specifically in the bone only. His ears started to change structure- becoming pointed and longer but also more thin as muscles formed in the base to allow them to pivot around at will. His hairline started to advance down into a mane, and just as it was about to finish its climb down is neck- his neck popped and grew longer! By now his hands were completely gone, replaced by horse hooves and his arms were no longer looking human at all. The bones got bigger, making his arms both longer and larger overall, and the muscles bulked quite a bit. Hard and sinewy in the lower limb- more bulky and bulbous in the upper arms and especially shoulders. He went to moan again but it came out as a bit of a wheeze thanks to his changing throat. His throat tightened as he finished breathing out making it sound like a breathy neigh. The muscles in his throat bulged in the front making him want to move his head back to give it room, but the pressure pulsed in his spine arching him forward instead. The pressure softly built in the back of his neck and then popped and reset- but then climbed again for the next segment. The bridge of his nose popped and expanded greatly as his face started to stretch outward. His eyes started to drift apart as his skull expanded out the middle- moving his eyes to the side. He might have toppled over at this point since almost all of his changes were in his upper body- but his tail was growing below and already gigantic to act as a counterbalance! Certainly nothing like a horse tail- the gigantic muscular and fleshy mass was already trailing on the ground behind him, the base getting more and more thick as it grew, forcing his hips to pop and reshape to accommodate- but that took strength out of his legs. Tod lowered himself to all fours.
The half-blood mare watched him intently over her shoulder- her rump facing him as her fat black pussy winked at him and her wet tail swished back and forth, fanning the smell through the air to him. His nostrils expanded greatly and he could once again pick up on the pheromones- this negated the stage fright holding his erection back. Tod breathed in deeper breaths, intoxicated by the scent. Too subtle to identify actively in his mind, but he still knew it was there and still wanted more! His lungs swelled wider with his huge breaths and caused his ribs to start popping as his torso grew barreled. His swelling pectoral muscles were forced forward by the deforming shape of the torso. He rest his crotch on the ground, with his erection wedged between because he could not move his legs at all anymore and could barely even feel them- the nerves and blood flow already rerouted to his monolithic tail by now! As long as his entire body and still growing, his tail squirmed around involuntarily from the growing muscle structure. Tod let out a deep neigh and snorted out two powerful jets of hot air as his face finished transforming fully into a horse. He straightened his front legs to arch his body as high off the ground as possible and felt his cock swelling up now beyond a full erection. It grew longer faster than it did thicker, but it did swell in girth as well. Unlike the other time, its coloration did not seem to be changing at all, it remained pink. As it stretched, rather than the head swelling even bigger, it started to shrink as if the shaft were stealing its mass to add to itself. It became more and more tapered as it grew, till the shape of the head was gone entirely! Even as his torso started to grow longer- his penis raced it, surpassing the length of a stallion! His tail grew so gigantic it consumed his butt- his anus now on the base of the tail as it took all the space between his legs- then pressed into his legs- and then swallowed them! His useless legs were merged into the mass of the growing tail as it became just as wide as his torso itself at the base! His hips no longer had any visible definition! His cock grew so long that even against his completed horse torso- it was long enough to reach his mid-neck! Though tapered at the tip- the base was as wide as the mid-point of a football! Starting at his hooves yet again- ultra fine horse fur started to spread up his arms to consume his torso. The skin at the tip of the tail started to stiffen and bubble up, dividing into hardened keratin sheets as it formed into metallic brown fan-shaped scales, with a thin dark blue strip at the very edge! The skin on the end of his tail stretched out with thin but ultra dense muscle fibers to grow out from under the scales and form two huge flipper-like fins! The remnants of his legs stretched back out into two flippers closer to his body- much thicker and bigger than the ones on his tail, but not more mobile. Scale and fur met at his lower back- fur going further down in the front to the opening of his cock, the scales going further up his back to the middle point. His enlarged balls popped back into him and the scrotum tightened against his body till it was no longer visible. He neighed loudly and shook his entire body to settle into its new form as it completed. Since it is so wet outside- he turned half horse, half fish- a Hippocampus! His cock looked like a whale dork, except veinier and it still had a medial ring like a horse.
He looked at the mare and grumbled a bit as his dick trembled every few moments from a throb in its base. He had not considered this problem... he has no back legs. How does he get onto the mare in the first place if he cannot fully stand? She shuffled her feet, trying to shake her tushy for him, getting impatient but she was not smart enough to realize his low leg count. From this angle he could easily see her small jiggly teats from below- the soft round veins bordering the cleft of her huge muscular butt cheeks, and just how fat and round her labia were. Tod tried to move sort of like an inch worm- arching his body and then scooting his lower half forward using his flippers. When his head was far enough out of the barn to catch the rain his ears instinctively pivoted forward and cupped down against his head. When swimming- a hippocampus cups its ears on its head to prevent water from getting in. Tod got almost under the mare, then arched himself way back, balancing on the base of his tail and then using all the massive musculature of his tail to slowly lift himself up onto it, further and further down its length. It was a strain but he was doing it- though his tail ached. He got his front hooves up onto the top of her big round butt and he took a deep inhale from her pussy perfectly level with his nose, but she tried to move back and shove it into him- which almost toppled him over onto his back! He was caught though. He glanced back over his shoulder and seen another, much bigger mare pressing her head into his back to hold him up! She stepped forward and shoved him further up the smaller mare and Tod took the chance to scramble up onto her with his front legs, finally far enough on to hook them around her meaty thighs and slide the tip of his penis into her! Both the mare and Tod nickered at the electric pleasure as he quickly was shoved into her, by the other mare! She bowed her head under the top of his tail and basically rammed him the rest of the way in, in one go! Tod also briefly noted the golden ring of fur around the bottom of her neck, linking to an amber spellstone embedded in her flesh. Looks like he found Fate- the false mare. Thanks to her human intellect, she just let herself out of her own pen.
Tod's giant cock completely filled the mare to capacity- each thrust winded her slightly, causing her to huff with each thrust. The heat radiating off their hot bodies diffused quickly into the poring rain washing over them. Their hair sopping wet, hanging heavily off them. Each powerful thrust a loud wet thud. Tod arched his tail under her- feeling her tiny teats press into it as he cradled her lower body with his much longer form. Fate walked beside them, watching with a playful almost mischievous look in her eyes. She leaned in close and caught Tod off guard with a kiss! Kissing as a horse was a bit odd- their tongues pretty big and their lips very soft and loose. Tod completely overloaded on stimulus- between being kissed be a behemoth mare, stretching out the smaller mare from the inside while also wrapping around and squeezing her in from the outside. The veins on his very long shaft all locked into rock hard stiffness as he could feel the force of the cum rocketing up the very long dick and blasting into the mare- stretching her even a bit more with liquid pressure. It was squirting out around his cock even as he still pumped into her, pooling on the ground below them and diffusing into the rain water. Tod remained in her as he started to go soft again, then started to slide off just because his muscles were too drained to continue clinging to her huge rump. He flopped to the wet ground on his back and in a burst, suddenly reverted human! He glanced dreamily back at the spellstone wondering how that happened and seen the jackass had let itself out as well now- and used the formstone to revert him. Without a sound, it wandered back into the barn again. Fate nudged his limp human penis with her huge nose to see if it had any life left in it. Seeing he was drained she huffed and returned back into the barn herself. The half-blood mare was trotting giddily in the rain now, the fire in her loins doused finally.
Tod got cleaned off mostly just by the rain as he walked back to the house. He needed a change of clothes just because the current ones were soaked. He asked Milly if she had been spying on him but she refused to answer... which probably meant that she was. Tod asked her if she had ever considered doing it herself. The formstone worked regardless of gender- the physical gender of the subject was part of its form, so if she used one of the stones on herself she would turn into a male for the duration. Milly just explained that as hot as all the horse lovin' was- she is not into other females. If she changed it would be to let one of the studs ride her- but doing that risked getting pregnant, which she also did not want.
"Speaking of the studs though... aren't they super irritated now, surrounded by mares in heat but not being allowed at them?"
"Oh, I still take care of the stallions. I just do it with my still human parts~." Milly winked at him, leaving Tod to imagine that scene.
The rain continued through the day, stopping here and there and mostly tapering off, but still pretty wet the whole day long. Most of the day ended up being pretty normal- playing games with Milly, talking about random nonsense and watching some shows. Later at night, the rain slowed to a gentle patter on the ground and roof. Milly smiled at Tod and nudged a formstone toward him as she got up to get cleaned up for bed- telling him she knows a great way to put guys to sleep, and leaving it at that. Subtly was never a strong point for Milly. Tod took the stone, looking at the runes dancing just under its slightly translucent surface. He was feeling a little horny, he supposed. Like any muscle, the more you use it the better it gets at being used. Having sex made the body sexually active, and more prepared for more sex. Tod wandered out onto the patio, taking his shirt off and feeling the cool night air on his body. The light from the house behind him reflected off the falling raindrops but beyond that he could only see the vague outlines in the dark. Were the mares even still awake? Though a horse's sleeping patterns is quite different from a humans- an adult horse only sleeps three hours each day so there was a much better chance of them still being awake than asleep. It would also depend on if they are asleep standing up or actually laying down- if they are standing they are only napping and waking them up won't bother them.
3]Longma
Tod huffed as he activated the stone and placed it down on the porch. "Does she even have any formstones that are just.. normal horse?"
The muscles in his back immediately tightened and he tensed up in response, standing straight. The pressure moved forward around him as his abs started to swell out, gaining definition and then his pectorals. He let out a snort as his nostrils flared and his throat started to bulk up. Veins throbbed stronger as they were pulled into visibility all over his body as his muscles pulled his skin tighter. His shoulder and upper back muscles swelled large, then it moved down into his arms. His bones started to grow, causing his entire skeletal structure to groan deep below the skin as his entire body started to grow in size. Tod's nails started to grow and thicken, stretching his fingers thicker to keep up as they shortened a bit, bulking up and degrading to have less joints. Hair started to grow on the backs of his hands and feet, spreading around his wrists and ankles but no further than that. His toes quickly joined his fingers changing the same way. Tod quickly slipped his pants off before standing on all four limbs- not waiting for his leg structure to topple him over first. His hands started to deviate from his feet a bit though- his rapidly degrading thumb shifted more toward the center of his devolving hands, while all five of his toes remained lined up and equal to one another. His feet started to lengthen, raising his ankles up further and further. His thighs bulged massively with muscle which also caused his ass to become huge and round. Tod's tail started to grow beyond what a horse should have, but not nearly at the rapid growth rate the hippocampus had either. Tod nickered from the odd feeling of his ears shifting- growing leaf shaped and gaining the ability to move around. He could move them consciously- but they mostly reacted on their own by reflex. Like glowing embers, spots of glowing red started to appear in his iris and spread quickly to consume it entirely as his pupils stretched into narrow horizontal slits. His nostrils expanded even more, causing the bridge of his nose to pop and expand as he snorted again- firing two streams of white smoke!
Each finger and toe covered in a segment of hoof, stuck somewhere between claw and hoof- his digits all devolved but did not fuse together, he could still move them all individually. When he pressed them together the segments jointed into a V shaped hoof. Because his thumbs had moved up and back, they became almost like a dew claw, but were low enough to the ground and had a large enough claw that its tip still touched the ground. His limbs finished changing by stretching just a bit taller. The growth quickly shifted into his torso, giving off several deep reverberating pops and snaps as his rib cage swelled huge, forcing him to breath in several times without breathing out as his lungs expanded and demanded more air to fill them. His hips popped and became massive and sturdy- but ensuring he could not stand back onto two legs. His tail stopped growing, just long enough that its tip almost touched his ankles- and when the hair grew on it, it only grew from the last fifth of the tail, leaving the top portion still bare. The hair on it also did not match his own- it was bright orange. Tod smiled and groaned in pleasure, moving back to subconsciously press his butt up against one of the posts holding the roof over the porch as he could feel his genitals changing finally. His anus puffed up and turned black and the black coloration bled down across his taint and into his scrotum. His balls swelled quickly, stretching the scrotum smooth as the skin on it thickened to protect its larger load. The growth continued forward swallowing the base of his dick in thick, soft folds of skin creating proto sheath before the cock itself started to grow and draw from that excess skin. After the flesh of his still developing sheath, the darkness became scattered. His entire cock turned black but as it expanded, the blackness broke into patches between increasingly large areas of pale pink. Tod squirmed at the feeling of a tingling pressure on the surface of his cock where blood pressure swelled and two hard, round bumps formed on either side of his shaft! Then it stretched longer and two more bumps formed, then longer, then two more. The medial ring that formed was a bit bumpy itself and projected farther out than normal, making it a pretty intense ridge itself. The corona started to develop stiff bumps around its entire parameter as it stretched wider, deforming the human bell shaped head into the soft dome of an equine glans. More hard bumps formed along the sides the longer it got- the space between each bump was only as big as each bump itself and they traveled the entire length of the shaft- though were a bit smaller on the later half beyond the medial ring. Tod groaned loudly in arousal as the cock finally finished changing, and slammed itself into his underside. All of his claw-like hoof segments started to glow a dull orange with heat!
The bridge of his nose started to expand, growing his skull out from the middle, starting to push his eyes out to the sides. His teeth all started to sharpen rather than grow into large slabs, his mouth filled with fangs. His hairline did not expand- his hair started to fall out. Tod arched his back and bowed his head as his spine exploded with pressure and started to yank his body and neck longer. He had to keep shuffling his footing because his legs were getting farther apart- farther than a horse. After surpassing the length of a normal horse's body, the extra length was given to his mid section, which also made him much more flexible and dexterous than a horse. His neck as well continued to grow longer than a horses would be, giving him even more flexibility. The hair on his ankles and wrists became long flowing fetlocks of orange hair, but rather than fur- his skin hardened beyond this point and started to divide into a sheet of scales! Billions of tiny round scales formed a thin sheet of armor across his entire body, giving him a glossy black form. His underside and the insides of his limbs were the only part of his body to remain untouched- completely bare skin, though its coloration darkened to grey-pink, purple, and then black to match the scales. Tod's head remained bowed as he grunt and snorted at the huge pressure building. He could hear the faint sound of skin ripping and feel the tickle of blood down the sides of his head- though he did not feel the actual wound itself. There was several pulses of pressure in a stalled moment, before he neighed loudly and the pressure exploded out of him! Growing extremely quickly, four huge horns erupted from his skull! The two sets of horns tangled around each other before the front set arched forward, around the back of the read set. The rear set hooked around the front of the front horns, and leaned backwards at a diagonal. The horns were heavily ribbed, to the point where they almost had a serrated edge. Like his hoof claws, the base of the horns started to glow with heat but the heat did not travel all the way up their length. Tod rushed forward into the rain to let it sooth him and wash the blood off his head but it did not quite work as he intended. As soon as he stepped into the gentle rain, the drops hissed as they touched him. His body was surrounded by a haze of mist as the water vaporized the moment it touched him! Clouds of mist rose from the ground as his hooves hissed against the ground and dried it below him. He looked down at his devolved hands, flexing all his fingers individually seeing if he could cool the claws consciously- he could. It was like trying to control an erection though- it wasn't at all easy to do, and for the most part it controlled itself according to his mood and energy level. Since his mood was intense and horny- his flame was burning strong. His face cracked and snapped as it finished stretching his skull out into a proper equine shape and he whinnied loud in triumph of completing his changes, white smoke escaping his mouth and nostrils! As he did, a line of scales from the top of his head down his entire very long neck started to glow with heat, going even further from orange to pure white before a tall stripe of flames ignited over them! He had a mane of fire! Half dragon, half horse- he has transformed into a Longma!
He wandered into the night, toward the barn, trailing a path of mist from evaporated rainwater behind him. The horses could see him approach the barn even in the darkness of night- the very base of his horns, his hoof-claws, and his red iris could all be seen glowing in the dark while his mane was like a lit torch over him. As Tod expected, it was Fate that stepped forward. She seemed to want some earlier and was disappointed she missed him then. That is why this form was chosen now. Longma was absolutely giant compared to most horses- and Fate was a behemoth work horse breed, she needed a giant brute to fit her. She walked out of the barn as Tod paused just outside. Fate circled him slowly like a shark eyeing its prey, a playful glimmer in her eyes again- he could see the light of his fire flickering in them. She paused behind him and lowered her head. Fate's nostrils flared as he pressed the end of her face to his balls and lifted them up with her nose slightly. She moved around him a bit more and gently kissed up his rigid shaft with her soft lips, causing it to vibrate from throbbing tension. She stepped forward, bowing her front legs and slid the end of the shaft in her mouth. Taking advantage of a horse's long mouth and neck, she slid down a good portion of his cock, rippling her tongue along its bottom and feeling the bumps on the sides. Because it took blood pressure a second to concentrate to them- there was a delay between the pulses. Tod's cock pulsed, then the glans stiffened, then the hard bumps each pulsed one set at a time, going from bottom to the top of the shaft- with a fraction of a second delay between. Fate did not bob too much- pleasuring the shaft almost entirely just with her tongues and playing around the medial ring with her lips just to fire him up even more before sliding back off.
Dizzy with arousal, Tod moved almost aggressively without even thinking- the moment her mouth left his shaft he spun around and reared up. He slammed down ontop of her and yanked himself up her back with his front limbs. He only partially snapped out of his frenzy when she whinnied in slight displeasure- he accidentally scorched her a bit with his front claws. He would have to be careful not to grip her too tightly or he will burn her. He found his mark and thrust into her thirsty pussy, having to take several thrusts to get fully in- his dick was not only quite thick, but the added hard bumps created more friction than normal. His body trembled a bit with each thrust as hers did- the bumps were all quite sensitive like the glans, creating even more points of pleasure. The base of his balls bounced off her huge pulsing clit as the balls themselves slapped her huge butt cheeks. Tod felt so powerful, so big. Fate was a huge horse- and now his viewpoint was looking down on her from above, her shoulders, flowing mane and the top of her head. He breathed heavily- sending thin gusts of white smoke at her unintentionally causing her ears to flick from the feeling on them. They were both surrounded in the haze of mist from the boiled rainwater. He nickered deeply in pleasure as his glans swelled huge with approaching climax and the rough ridge of the corona jammed into the walls of her pussy from lack of room! He had to forcefully drag his hips back, raking the deep insides of her pussy and then rammed back in one final time, exploding into her his thick, hot cum. She held for a few moments after he finally stopped pumping into her, then slid out from under him. Fate made a whickering sound that was almost a chuckle, glancing at him as she walked past back into the barn. Yea... she was definitely a human somewhere in that horse form. Tod remained standing in the swirling mists to let them cool his body. When the rain finally stopped he made his way back to the house. Milly's bedroom lights were off so she was likely already asleep so he would have to be quiet when he slipped in. He had a bit of trouble getting to the formstone- it was sitting on the porch but if he stepped on the porch his claws would burn the wood, so he had to reach over and roll it close enough for him to use. Milly was on point with saying it was a good lullaby for him- once he shuffled his way to bed he fell asleep instantly.
The next day Tod was woken up by Milly who once again was up before him. She made him a homemade breakfast and also slid him another formstone with runes Tod could not even read- it was a creature he had never even heard of before. She told him it was the perfect form to 'rise and shine' with and gave him a wink before skipping off to do some reading. Tod sighed as he finished his breakfast, eyeing the stone. Now he was starting to feel like he was being treated like the livestock too. He wasn't a breeding machine for Milly to use! He was also still a little unsettled by the fact he was actually making these mares pregnant. Although technically it wasn't with his kids- the sperm he fired in those forms was copies of the animal that was originally used to imprint the formstone with. And the sex was good- he couldn't argue that. Last night's romp complicated things even more- because while she was a horse physically, he technically had sex with a woman. That made him wonder who Fate really was, and if she was looking for a boyfriend for when she isn't equine.
4]Hippalectryon
Tod shrugged as he felt the warm morning sun on his back as he wandered to the field and activated the formstone as he reached the barn. Fate had let the other horses out, keeping the studs restrained so they did not get the remaining mares pregnant before Tod could. Fate herself remained in the barn- not interested in a second round for a while. Tod tossed his shirt off and slipped the pants down as soon as he could feel his muscles start to flex on their own. Like with his hippocampus changes, Tod's muscles and arms especially seemed to change first. The muscles on his upper back and arms swelled up, pulling his skin tight and then the bones in his arms started to grow, lengthening the arms. His fingers quickly lost mobility and started to merge together as his nails bulked, blackened, and fused. At least this form seemed to have proper horse hooves. He wobbled in place a bit though as his thighs started to shorten a bit, becoming round and meaty as the femur inside compressed slightly. Tod went down onto all fours to take some of the weight off his legs as he felt his feet start to change- and his hands finished their transition to hooves just as he brought them to the ground. He groaned in confusion pushing more of his weight onto his sturdy new hooves- the way his feet were changing was definitely not into horse hooves. His feet were getting longer, but as they did they seemed to fold over, drawing his big and pinky toe closer together on either side till they touched and fused together like what happened to his hands the night before. His nails all thickened but did not turn black, and they became a bit more narrow as they started to grow out in archs. Bird! He recognised this from his hippogriff form- except it was with his feet not his hands. Sure enough, the remaining three toes got even longer and larger, gaining mobility rather than losing it. Three clawed toes in the front and one behind- a bird foot! Correct in his guess- quills started to sprout all over his lower body, causing Tod to squirm from the prickling feeling. He unintentionally raised his back legs to stretch the new muscle structure, bowing his front body at the same moment his neck cracked several times, stretching longer. He arched his neck backward in response and the muscle in his neck surged in size when he did- squeezing several large veins between skin and muscle. His hair started to grow longer and shift colors, turning from dark brown to dark red and then base red! It became bushier and more wild as it grew out, and then started to advance down his neck to form an equally long and bushy mane. It seemed like he was turning into a hippogriff again only... backwards.
Tod could feel new muscle squirming into existence in the base of his ears, causing them to tremble and then flick as they became leaf shaped. His nostrils flared and he grinned as he could smell once again the scent of wanting mares on the air. The skin on his legs started to stiffen and bubble up and then segment as he moved his legs around in place- breaking up into banded bird flesh- its color turned a sandy yellow. His tail grew out to the length of a horses, but instead of hair it grew large quills like the rest of his lower half. Horse fur started to grow in from his hooves up, but before it reached his shoulders his torso started to change shape in preparation. Tod sucked in a very long deep breath as his lungs once again swelled in size. His veins hammered in stiffness as his heart swelled bigger to feed them. Tod's ribs cracked in rapid fire as the entire rib cage expanded. His pectoral muscles swelled up as his body barreled out, popping the pectoral muscles up front more to be between and above the front legs. His hips changed structure only slightly, and did not seem to grow individually of his overall bodily growth, so his back half remained rather lean compared to the front- more than likely because it was avian in nature rather than equine. Tod made a thunderously low pitched nicker as his body finished rounding into its new size. Black horse fur spread up onto his body, then raced up his neck. He closed his eyes as the pressure built in his nose, and his nostrils flared huge just as the cartilage in his nose cracked apart and swelled into a much larger bridge. His skull popped quietly to everyone but himself- since the sound was in his own head it seemed extremely loud to him. His face stretched out and expanded, pushing his eyes to the side in the process. He grew feeler hairs on his chin even before the advance of fur finally reached his face and covered it. His pupils changed to vertical slits, but then sprang back to circles as if unable to decide where it should stay. They stretched horizontal then back to circles, before finally stretching both horizontal and vertical- creating a plus sign shaped pupil! Tod neighed as his head finished transforming. When the fur reached the quills at the middle of his back the quills started to rapidly burst open into full feathers. It was like watching popcorn pop in a microwave! The fur continued to cover his lower body on the underside- the feathers did not grow between his legs. The feathers that grew from his tail were extremely large and long- they formed long arcs like streamers!
Tod straightened his legs and bowed his head to look at his underside to his genitals. Once the fur covered the area around it, his junk itself finally started to change. His scrotum tightened, pulling his balls higher as they swelled bigger. Then even tighter it became, pushing them against his body as they grew even a bit bigger. They pulled tighter and tighter, causing him to grunt and scrunch up his face a bit from the ache till they suddenly popped inside of him- one and then then immediately the other! The scrotum quickly tightened more now that it was empty and vanished entirely into him! His penis felt the same inward pull and started to draw back into his body! It created a soft of leaf shaped opening of soft flesh as the dick pulled inward. There was two pressures happening in the same place, one drawing the shaft inward, and another growing in all directions. The veins on his shaft seemed to bulge larger as it was pulled in, and it became rock hard as if struggling against the inward pull. The head seemed to stall at the opening, the glans flaring larger and larger- plugging the hole so it could not be drawn in any further! It stretched against his torso changing from the small helmet shaped human glans into the huge soft curve dome of a horse. The head at least seemed to become that of a normal horse, the rest was definitely not horse like. The pressure in his crotch grew massive, and his shaft started to slide back out! It seemed like it too had become like a horse, but as more of it slid out he realized that was not the case. The more that slid out- the more girth it gained. The huge pressure in his crotch was his cock becoming massive while inside of him! The veins on its surface were giant, and the phallus lacked a medial ring like a proper horse. When finally it was fully emerged the base stretched the newly created opening for it to rest in tremendously. It was a shade shorter than some normal horse penis can be, and it was a bit narrow toward the top just behind the head, but the base was extremely girthy- as thick around as a fire hydrant if not a bit thicker still! The entire shaft did not change color at all, so it was bright pink. It started drooling pre almost immediately.
Tod has transformed into a Hippalectryon- half stallion, half rooster- quite literally a horse cock. Unlike a hippogriff it did not have wings, because that would require it to have the upper body of a bird, and roosters can't really fly in the first place. The horse fur on him was black, the feathers were dark brown like his hair color was. His bushy mane was bright red like the comb of a rooster. His tail feathers were all black but faded to dark green at the tips. His balls were internal, even though they were even bigger than a standard horse, and his dick slightly shorter and tremendously thicker. Tod took some time to walk in a circle and get used to these legs. His front legs were better at walking on seemingly, but also his rear half did not weigh as much as his front half so there was less weight to carry on his back legs. Basically in terms of legs, a hippogriff was rear-wheel drive, a hippalectryon is front-wheel drive- the front limbs drive him forward with most of the force, the back legs just keep pace and balance while running. His brows lowered a bit as he finally got why Milly said this was a good form to rise and shine with- roosters crow at dawn. He also had not grown a lot compared to hippogriff and no where remotely close to the size of longma, so he would need a more petite, agile mare to make a proper fit. He almost immediately spotted his target. The mares weeded themselves out to an extent- the ones he already serviced went about their day wandering the fields and playing with one another. The mares he was yet to mount watched him and came close when they seen him transforming. He spotted a mare with rather odd proportions. She was red-brown with fur and hair the same, her body tall and lean in frame, except for her hips. Unlike the rest of her, her hips were large and her butt huge, and on top of that her udder was gigantic for a horse! It looked like two black G cup breasts wobbling around in her crotch! Milly had mentioned she was looking at using virility potions before her formstone idea hit her- she must have used potions on this mare, because these proportions are impossible otherwise. Her front and back half were two completely different body types- she was a pear-shaped horse!
The pear-mare nickered as he approached her, turning her huge plump butt to him and swishing her tail to the side, fanning it over her big cheeks. Her pussy released a splash of natural lube as her big clit popped out to say hello and part the curtains for him to welcome Tod inside. Tod's avian legs were quite springy, so he reared up on them and got his hooves up onto her easily enough, hooking his front legs around her huge rump. He thrust into her getting the head in easily and the first bit. As he eased more into her, she became tighter and tighter as the girth of his cock increased more and more the further down the shaft she went. He could only get down to the halfway point! She was deeper but he was just too wide to fit. Tod started to thrust back and forth, letting his mind fade out in the rhythm. She smelled so good, and fit so snugly to his shaft, it made it so easy to forget who or what he really was. He remembered what it was like mounting the others- each a bit different but all so very good. They all smell so good, feel so good... so pretty. He was not even consciously aware that with each squelching thrust he was ramming a bit deeper into her- stretching her a bit wider. He stretched her vagina so wide he was starting to squeeze into her clit at the base of the vulva. She was snorting with exertion, trying to shove back against him in time with his thrusts- also determined to take more into her as if his dick was a challenge. A horse never backs down from a competition. His memories of being a human seemed so distant and irrelevant. The memories of being in these mares were so vivid and abundant now that his mind was tricking itself into thinking this was his life- the human part was just a dream. Tod could feel the slight swoosh of air against his legs from her huge tits swinging between her legs as he thrust into her. He could feel her plump black labia tickling the base of his cock as he approached climax! He was almost completely inside of her! She was stretched tremendously wide! Her legs trembled and the muscles twitched wildly as she was locked into a near-constant state of orgasm from his dick crushing her clit with each inward thrust. They both let out a loud whinny as he came into her- the huge veins on his shaft throbbing rock hard with each burst of cum fired up. Her front legs buckled as the pleasure took the strength out of them, and then her back legs as she was forced into a full sitting position with him still inside of her. He had exhausted the poor little mutant mare. Tod eased himself out of her, her pussy made a loud wet popping sound as he got to the halfway point on his dick and as he removed it fully her pussy remained opened slightly- a bit gaped thanks to being stretched so badly. It would contract back to normal, it would just take a few minutes. Her tits looked especially fat and round when she was sitting like this because they were squashed against the ground.
Tod wandered back toward the house, a bit dazed, then remembered the formstone was by the barn. He was so lost in fucking her he completely forgot himself. In a full animal form, their scent made him hormone drunk like they themselves were- luckily getting off cleared it out mostly allowing him to regain his senses. He touched his hoof to the formstone and activated it, reverting once again to full human and quickly slipping his borrowed clothes back on. He sort of wanted to go again- half because that felt so good he wanted to keep the train rolling and half so he could finish filling this collection of mares and go back to his normal life. Unfortunately refractory period was a thing, and it didn't matter what form he took if his dick was sleeping regardless. He went back into the house to get something to drink and rest up a bit. He had spotted another unique mare he wanted to try who was giving him bedroom eyes the whole time. Milly was absorbed into reading a book most of the day, so he actually did not see much of her at all. At least she wasn't peeping on him as he fucked her horses.
5]Ichthyocentaur
The ground dried in the heat as the summer sun returned for the day. Tod did not see any of the horses looking out on the fields as he grabbed the formstone he wanted to try. He hummed in thought as he also spotted the formstone for a normal stallion- so she did actually have one. Tod found most of the mares when he walked outside- they were not visible from the house because they were crowded up against the building. There was only one tree on the range and it grew beside the house- all the mare were crowded together laying in the only shade available. The remaining horses must be in the barn- even though their pens were open. Sure enough he spotted the mare he wanted to mount in the barn standing around in the open, just enjoying the cool shade. She stared at him hungrily even though he was fully human still, but Tod was going to fix that quickly as he activated the formstone. He was unaware of the danger he was in. This mare looked at him hungrily even in human form because as a human, he looked like food to her. Her body was sandy colored but her hair was pitch black and hung heavily and straight off her, almost like it was wet. Her mane was so long and voluminous it hung off both sides, and covered half her long face. She angled her head so that her ears parted the mane over her eyes, allowing her to see past her own hair. Her iris were amethyst purple. Tod did not notice when she walked, pacing a bit waiting for him to change that her hooves made absolutely no sound against the ground. They left no tracks. She is only half horse- her mother was a Nightmare, a spectral equine that haunts the dreams of mortals and feeds off the energy siphoned from them from the curses they bestow on their victims. When she breathed out normally it was fine enough to not notice- but when she breathed heavier you could see a heavy, dense black vapor that fell from her mouth and nose, pooling near the ground. Out in the field he would be fine- but in the barn the vapor could condense more and become a problem.
Tod immediately staggered from the changes, this time surging in his legs first. He stumbled back till he put his back against a wall and leaned some weight against it. His leg muscles bulked up tremendously fast, his thighs and ass cheeks swelled hugely round and tight and the bones within bulked and grew alarmingly fast as well. His feet devolved hastily to very broad, large hooves- those of a work horse. Tod bowed forward a bit as he felt his spine stretching longer, but then it seemed to build pressure powerfully at his hips, as if the growth had somehow snagged on something. His legs let out a loud pop as they were growing longer and larger overall and the knee joint dislocated entirely- causing him to fall completely over onto his hands! He tried to move the muscles to draw his legs up under him to be on all fours but they did not work! The muscles had inverted- what was forward movement was now backwards! He moved his thigh backward and the knee joint finally re-set, but on the wrong side! His knee was backwards. He felt the pressure build in his ankles when he tried to move his legs and knew it would likely be the same- and sure enough when he flexed it popped and reset the wrong way. Part of his hip broke off with all the movement, and seemed to shift backwards, extending his butt out bizarrely. Before he could figure out what was happening with his inverted legs, the pressure in his spine reached breaking point and it grew out gigantically in a sudden burst- yanking the broken plates from his hips back more and then extending beyond that, rapidly dragging his body out in rapid growth! He could not tell what the mass of growth off his butt was, till his legs seemed to stretch lengthwise and with a sticky wet sound, pulled in two! A second set of underdeveloped proto-limbs divided from his inverted legs. Or more accurately- his legs were properly aligned... to be front legs, not back.
The growth off from where his ass used to be continually pressed it farther and farther back. He moved the new proto limbs to try and help scoot the growth along the floor without dragging but they were entirely new limbs, and not even properly developed yet besides. His shattered hips were not hips at all anymore- the front part transformed into a overly large, sturdy collar bone, the plates that broke off became shoulder blades to carry the legs, which were now the front legs of a horse. The giant tube-like growth off his lower body was an entirely new torso! It seemed like a blob of flesh at first, and did not start to take shape till the rib cage started to form to contain the duplicate organs. A second, massive horse heart formed in the chest to keep the blood pumping through a body far too large for a single heart to handle. His human arms felt slightly numb for a moment as the skin hardened into a sheet of scales on the outside of his forearms and backs of his hands. His nails grew into small claws of the same metallic cyan color his scales were. His ears flicked and stretched into the leaf shape of equine ears, but developed small scales on the backs instead of fur- the scales advanced around the edges of his face but no further. They seemed to hug his hairline and contain it while the scales advanced down his neck and tapered off on his upper back- forming a triangle mat between his shoulders and back. In his torso he suddenly felt empty and very queasy as his organs suddenly shuffled. His intestines seemed to fall away entirely, falling into his new torso, leaving the old one behind. To fill in some of the negative space, his lungs expanded greatly and divided like his legs had into a second set of equal size below the first ones. Tod grabbed the sides of his neck at a strange twitch of new muscle and felt two slits form on either side. He had gills! He could breath through his mouth and nose to use his old lungs, or through his gills to use his new lungs and breath underwater! His intestines stretched from the base of his old stomach down into the new torso where another, larger stomach grew from a segment of the intestines- and the remainder was behind that stomach. The bladder, prostate and kidneys remained in relative proximity to his ass- so they were yanked lower as the new body extended.
Tod's rump started to lift finally as his proto limbs started to grow and develop. The skin on the ends where it had dragged on and stand against the ground stiffened, becoming thick and leather-like. His genitals followed the proto legs to remain the same distance from his butt- so they were no where near his old legs now. His balls swelled, pulling the scrotum smooth, then grew a bit more, surpassing the size of a normal horse- this overstretched the scrotal flesh though, and caused the balls to rise up against the torso to find enough skin to keep them contained without strangling them. His second body finally finished growing out- but his spine just kept on going completely ignorant of it- stretching a tail out of him now! Between his spine and proto limbs a thin ring of bone kept it barely held together long enough to expand massively into a new, huge hip. The second torso properly expanded out into that of a horse- his human torso grew from where the horse's collar bone was, which is why the collar bone is abnormally huge; its half a collar and half a hip. His tail squirmed around wildly as it continued to grow, bigger and bigger, bending around himself to find room. Tod groaned as his large balls were pulled half inside of him, so only half of them were visible as bulges behind his dick. Since not much scrotal flesh was actually needed to do that, the excess shifted forward and formed a somewhat thin sheath around the base of his dick, then fused to his underside. His dick started to grow bigger and longer now- the surges of growth could be felt all the way back to his ass, starting deep in his taint before becoming actual visible growth in his shaft. With each wave of growth though, there was a downward tug and a jolt of pleasure as his nerves started to peel in half- multiplying as well.
Tod watched his violently wobbling dick mutate. "Oh no, not again..." He recognized the start of another division!
With every wave of growth, his dick got bigger, longer and less human. The medial ring became a little more pronounced, the corona a little more bumpy, the glans a bit wider, the bulbous head a little but more subdued. But in addition, the dick also became much wider than it should be as a second identical shaft was growing from it, stretching the sheath wider and wider. The glans was the first to double- remaining fused only at the edges; the two heads were aligned one on top of the other. It was not till the shaft just below it gave off a wet sticking sound as it split off that the heads were able to divide as well. The division advanced down the shaft- the two breaking off felt like removing an annoying band aid that had been left on for too damn long. It was a sort of mildly itching pleasure, and then a refreshing feeling afterglow as they continued to split all the way to the base- inside of the sheath. Though they remained pink, he now had two full horse dicks, and they were even longer than a normal horse could reach- though the girth was average. Because of how they are stacked, when his dick throbbed the bottom one slammed into the top one, and then that slammed into his underbelly! The two glans grind into one another as the shafts bounce off themselves and his body- the lucky top dick getting sandwiched between the two walls of flesh. The moist thudding sound of them beating each other became the background music for the rest of his changes.
His rear limbs were narrow but quite long. They were simple limbs even once they had finished developing- they had no digits. The femur was incredibly short, making the thigh almost unnoticeable at all from the outside. The shin was a good length, then the ankle and then from there a singular 'foot' bone that was twice the length of the shin- he stood on the end of this bone. From Tom's perspective looking back at them, they looked like narrow featureless pillars. From the sides they looked like fins! They formed into triangular sheets, standing on the points of the half fins with the ankle the only visible joint at the halfway point. Unlike a horse's back legs, his hips allowed sideways motion- he could do the splits with these if he wanted without tearing a groin muscle. There was no hoof to walk on though, no claws to protect the ends, it was just hardened flesh- so walking on particularly rough ground would hurt. The massive tail doubled the length of the body- reminiscent of the hippocampus, except he still had all four legs in addition to it. It grew a small dorsal fin only a foot off his butt, then two smaller fins on the sides further down, and then a gigantic fin on the end made of two huge flippers! Starting this time from around his hips where the human torso transitioned to horse, his dark brown horse fur started to grow and spread quickly as the final layer of the changes. The metallic cyan scales however started as well- beginning in the middle of his equine back on his back, and from his half fins on the sides- the scales did not touch his underbelly at all. The scales became sharper and more pointed the further down his tail they got. He felt a bit of a tickle, and a trail of hair grew on his lower human back to between his equine shoulders as a pseudo mane, finishing his changes.
Human, fish, and horse all mixed in equal measure made for an extremely long body. He had transformed into an Ichthyocentaur! It took Tod some time to get a hold of his spacial awareness- he was both a lot taller and a lot longer than any other form he took. He had an extra pair of limbs and even a giant tail to deal with. He felt a mare sneak up behind him, pressing her nose against his balls up under his back legs and gently lick their underside while her hot breath tickled his scrotum. Tod looked behind himself but she had vanished. He furrowed his brow a bit- he never lifted his tail, how would she have gotten under him in the first place from that angle? Two other mares brushed up beside him, rubbing their heads up against him, but when Tod focused his eyes on them, there was nothing there. The nightmare daughter was still real when he looked directly at her though, and she approached him keeping her half-hidden eyes on him. It felt a bit odd, since he still had half a human body, and his nose could not pick up on horse pheromones in this form- however the heavy magic mist she breathed out was poisoning him in the confines of the barn, where it did not dissipate into the air as well as it would outside. She walked up to him and raised her head up, licking up his chest before looking him dead in the eyes and releasing a gust of hot breath from her nose. In the thick air, Tod's head spun slowly and for a moment he took a half step forward, leaning his human torso far forward as he thought he was pressing his face into the plump black labia of a mare- caught in another illusion. The real mare moved to his side and used her soft dexterous lips to kiss his lower cock, causing it to slam into the upper one and both to bounce off his underside- amusing her with the display of dancing masculine meat. She then slid her head up under the front legs and nudged up, giving him the queue to mount up.
Tod lifted up his horse hooves and the mare turned as he half turned and he dropped down onto her. Because he still had a full human torso ontop of where there would only be a horse's head, he was a LOT taller than her, so having his upper horse body on her back put his head towering over her- and just clearing the rafters of the barn by a half foot. Even though it was impossible at that elevation, Tod still though he seen other mares brushing their faces near his, licking his bare skin or pressing their delicious pussies to him. The fact he had two dicks actually made it easier to line up- they basically corrected one another so each took its own hole! The mare whickered happily between grunts as he thrust into her, completely filling her- it was impossible not to scratch her itch when he hit everything at once! She hit climax ahead of him and let out a long sigh, releasing a thick cloud of her heavy black mist, darkening the very air around them. Tod hit his peak quickly after- the flare of his twin dicks became so wide that they pressed into one another- pushing enough against the sides of her vagina and colon that they could feel one another through the lining! He came hard into her, gripping her just behind her shoulders with his powerful equine legs. When it should have started to taper off however, it did not. Cum was rushing out from around his dicks, splattering the floor but still more came! Tod's started to feel light headed, his grip slipping slightly as he continued to blast more and more cum! If anything his prostate felt even more swollen, and also ached from the exertion. His urethra stretched from the force of the blasts of cum, increasing the volume of each burst! A minute passed and still he was cumming from both barrels! He gasped for breath, holding the sides of her neck with his human arms as he was too exhausted to hold himself up. In a sudden burst, his form exploded and he reverted human! Tod fell onto the mare's back, causing her to whinny in surprise and buck halfheartedly. She turned to glare at Milly standing in the doorway with the formstone.
"Are you ok Tod?!"
"W-wuh? How... what..." His head was swimming in the poisoned air still, and his body felt completely drained of all strength.
"I should have warned you about her sooner, I didn't know you would pick her. Jade is half Nightmare, she was using her power to trap you in unending orgasm. It is a damn good thing I came to get you for lunch when I did. You probably lost a pound or two of liquid mass- Jade would have made you cum yourself to death!"
Milly chastised the mare for trying to kill her mate and quickly took Tod back to the house. Milly made sure he had a ton of water to drink to replace all the liquid she had drained of him and recommended he take a nap as soon as he was done eating lunch. With a bit of a chuckle though, she congratulated him on successfully crossing the deadly mare off his list. As soon Tod touched down to the bed he immediately passed out- absolutely exhausted. He only meant to take a nap, but ended up sleeping the entire rest of the day away. His dreams- unsurprisingly- were very erotic. Between the extreme erotic illusions he had thanks to Jade's magic and the many real life encounters he has been having, his mind was flooded with sexual thoughts and memories. He had been in so many different bodies, burried in pleasure so frequently it was hard to not think about.
6]Hyper Stallion
When Tod finally woke it was completely dark out again and Milly was fast asleep on the other end of the bed already. His erection was jammed into the mattress from his erotic dreams. With a bit of a groan he got up, wandering downstairs to get something to drink, still dehydrated a bit. He glanced at the pile of formstones on the table and remembered he had finally found the normal horse one earlier. Well... now he kind of wants to try that one. He did had an insistent erection from his dreams he needed to get rid of. Tod picked it up and wandered out to the barn barefoot again. He seen Fate and the jackass on the far side of the fields flirting in the night. Tod was quiet when he walked in just in case they were sleeping. The horses seemed to be resting but not really sleeping- Fate might have already woken them up unintentionally when she opened the barn to go out. He found the mare named Priestess- a very pampered horse with extremely long, well kept hair. She seemed to watch him rather intently- either wanting to be let out to play in the night or for him to take her... or both. Tod smiled at her and started to undo the latch, but then noticed a shelf covered with potion bottles nearby. He wandered over to them and looked over the labels briefly. These are the potions Milly was going to use before she recruited Tod to be her perfect breeding stud. He picked up a rather large potion bottle for equine genital enhancement. These potions were very potent, and could make the drinker's cock and balls permanently larger. The thing is- it's species specific, and this one was for horses only, it had no effect at all on human genes. A human version of this same potion would likely cost ten times as much. Tod smiled as he looked at the formstone in his other hand. The potion only works on horses- but he also had the ability to BE a horse. If he drank the potion and then used the formstone the potion will work on his other form! Like Milly said, the horse in the stone will already be a prime specimen to begin with, then add the potion on top of that and you have the most impressive horse cock the world has ever seen!
Milly was not going to use the potion on the horses anymore presumably now that he was working them over- so Tod uncorked the bottle and chugged the potion of genital enhancement, then scanned the bottle for the one for prostate enhancement for large, long orgasms. He unfortunately was too horny and eager to have read the dosage instructions to realize the potion was meant for ranchers- who generally have more than one horse. The potion tingled a little where it slid down his throat but did not do anything because he was still human. Once he drank the two though, he activated the formstone. Like the first time- the changes immediately started with his already erect dick as he moved to finish unlatching the pen to let Priestess out. The skin of his scrotum thickened and expanded, pooling at the base of his dick to form a sheath as it turned to grey-pink. He flopped them out over the pants- too caught in the moment to remember he should be taking the clothes off while he could. His balls surged in size in a quick burst, and then continued to grow at a slow and steady rate, pulling the skin folds of the scrotum smooth as it continued to darken to bruise purple. It did not take long for the chicken egg sized human balls to swell pleasurably to baseball sized, then softball, then finally to the size of ostrich eggs, sitting heavily in the now smooth black scrotum as the sheath also finished forming- but did not yet fuse to his underside. The size of the sheath swallowed almost his entire dick even though it was fully erect, only the head remained peeking past the plush home. He could feel the gentle pressure of growth from deep in his taint, surging up behind his nuts and into the base of his cock, filling the sheath more. His dick started to wobble and inch forward as its structure expanded not entirely evenly. The growth went from base to tip in waves, making it almost look like there was an object travelling up the inside of his shaft, but it was just the shaft itself expanding. The veins grew to feed it more blood ahead of the shaft's own growth, covering it with soft ribbing from them all. Tod had to lean against the side of the pen as Priestess passed him, just because the pleasure was so intense. It was not as strong as physical touching, but more constant and more all-encompassing, because the growth stretched and tickled all of the nerves in the entire cock all together. The human shape started to deform the larger it became, most notable in the glans were the corona became rougher and the head became more of a softer curve but also wider. The medial ring started to become visible as it reached his rib cage in length. Beyond this point, patches started to darken and expand all over the shaft, quickly darkening to match the jet black sheath that housed it. The head stiffened as it stretched still bigger, inching up past his chest- shaking from tension with each pulse. The area around the urethra started to sink in deeper while the urethra itself remained as-is, standing from the depression. His entire cock turned glossy black except for a single large splotch of pink that remained immune on the back of the later half of the shaft. It finished growing when it was as tall as his neck. This was just its normal size- the potion was yet to kick in.
From Tod's toes to his head, he felt a surge of growth deep inside of his body from his bones growing, increasing his entire body size and making the clothes fit tighter and tigher! When the bones in his hands grew, they fused, locking his digits together. He went to pull his hands down, but could not move his fingers properly and before he could figure out a way to do it anyway, his leg muscles tightened and swelled in a wave up his legs, getting more amplified as it went up! His thighs expanded thick, yanking the pants tight across them, but then his hips popped and his ass expanded huge and round with muscle as well causing the pants to burst open at the top! Tod was forced to topple the rest of the way over onto his stiff hands and his hips and ass grew some more, tearing the pants badly so far down that they just fell the rest of the way off his legs. He grunt in pleasure as he felt his shoulder muscles swell and tighten, starting to feed growth down to his arms as well when he remembered he needed to take his shirt off! He could not take it off if he was holding himself up with his hands though. Tod tried to get up but his back cracked several times in protest and took that time to start to expand- and refused to bend in a way that would allow him back onto two legs, he couldn't remove the top. Another wave of growth expanded through his bones and body size, which again caused the bones in his hands and feet to fuse further together. Now his hands and feet started to crack and shift- the bones inside useless as they were anyway, they melted together to form much bigger bones in less numbers. His nails thickened and melted together- looking like liquid as the material shifted even though it still reacted as a solid. His nostrils flared and Tod let out a few deep grunts and snorts as he could once again smell the sweet scent of the mare. His neck started to let out hollow popping sounds as it lengthened, and then the veins swelled tight as the muscle swelled after to fill it out, wider and wider. The neck of the shirt tore in the back, and then quickly advanced down as his upper back muscles swelled a bit more.
Tod could feel his tail hair growing in, involuntarily swishing around behind him gently fanning his huge butt. There was a big pressure in his rib cage but it waited till he took a deep breath to actually expand, then forcing him to take several more breaths to actually fill his bigger lungs. His entire torso expanded wider taking the more barrel shape of a horse, this pushed his pectoral muscles further forward and caused his taint to stretch longer in the back, creating a much greater distance between anus and balls. This also set his arms further apart and prevented them from being moved on an inward angle- ensuring they were used as legs now only. The expansion of his torso beyond human shape put equal pressure on all parts of the already torn shirt allowing it to hold out longer than you would think it could- but it ultimately still popped. Almost every seam on the shirt burst at the same time, ripping it into several pieces and slingshotting them off his body. Tod supposed Milly made him ruin one of his outfits, so it was only fair he decimate one of hers too.
His hair quickly started to advance down his now huge neck and Tod threw his head back to shake his head and neck- enjoying the feeling of the growing mane getting tossed around. His ears gained mobility and flicked to flex their new dexterity as they started to migrate further up his head and his head's mass surged forward. Consistent with his other changes, the bridge of his nose was the first to burst- being made only of cartilage it was easier to mold than bone. The bridge expanded greatly stretching the nostrils huge along with it, then it started to grow out and downward, then his lower jaw started to expand as well, pulling his entire face out. The expanding from the middle pushed his eyes farther apart to the sides of his head. In his mouth his tongue swelled bigger and much longer to try and keep up with the mouth. His teeth grew huge and flat filling much of the space but not all of it- horses had a gap on their jaw between the front teeth used to grab, and the back teeth used to grind. Now a complete stallion, Tod looked like a mix between a gigantic work horse and a riding horse. Big and muscular, but his muscles were not bulky enough to hinder his agility. His fur seemed to fade in all over his body at once, as if his skin had simply darkened. Most of Tod was black except his hair, and the fur immediately above his hooves was dark brown. He was still bigger than Priestess- she was a lithe horse with an ego bigger than her body.
Tod was so ready to mount her he took a few steps toward her before remembering the potions he drank when he felt his dick tighten even further. It lifted straight out, almost touching his underside but not quite, and with each pulse it vibrated- too tight to bob. The veins squirmed under the surface and bulged before the shaft started to expand further. He groaned and took half steps back and forth, unable to sit still from the feelings but also not knowing what to do about it other than let it work. His glans inched up to his equine ribs and started to pass the ribs one by one. His balls grew slow but steady as well- their growth did not give off much feeling on its own but their increasing weight did; pulling heavier in the scrotum which also tugged on the sheath. In periodic surges precum would dribble out the head in a short stream as the glans started to inflate- flaring like he was approaching orgasm. The head became tight to the point it became perfectly smooth and shiny as the corona became wider and wider- becoming so huge it also stretched the last tenth of his shaft wider to keep up. It was so wide that it pressed into his stomach even though his shaft remained hovering a half inch off of it. Tod began to involuntarily twitch his hips in stuttered half-humps, unable to resist the feeling of the top curve of the glans dragging on his skin. His balls reached the size of cantaloupes and lifted closer to his body from lack of room in the scrotum- but then started to slowly sink again from weight as the scrotum too joined the growth. His sheath became tight on the base of his dick- it was so fat the middle of both the top and bottom portion of the cock was actually level with the medial ring between them from the bloat- it was looking like an elastic band strangling the cock's mid point. Tod groaned louder, snorting a bit as he closed his eyes and bowed his head. There was too much stimulus already, he closed off one of his senses for now so his brain didn't overload. The sheath flesh tightened even more as the weight of the cock started to tax it- yanking it down away from the body. The dick started to angle itself more toward the ground because it was just too long and thick to possibly hold up from one end. If you held it straight it would be passing his collar bone now! The head stretched even more massive- it was like an inverted satellite dish! He could feel his prostate tighten, both from the swelling mutated load within, and the fact that it was getting so large that it was running out of space and shoving other organs away to make room.
Priestess started to back up, seeing what he was packing and getting more afraid that aroused. She was just a normal horse- but she still knew her limits and he was a bigger horse than her to begin with. The meat stick between his legs was starting to look more like a battering ram used to bust down castle gates than anything biological. Tod was breathing heavily and sweating as his cock grew so large its heavy head pressed into the ground- at the same length as the tip of his long horse face. The shaft started to bend irritatingly because it was jamming into the ground from its weight, but when it twitched in pleasure it trembled just enough to nudge it forward- springing forward with the added growth before snagging on the ground and starting to bend again. He finally opened his eyes and whinnied loudly in surprise as the growth surged. His prostate felt like it was being squeezed, but it just ran out of space and crushed his intestines out of the way and still ran out of room. His taint started to swell out fat and round, looking like a shiny black pool noodle wedged between his huge muscular ass cheeks. His balls swelled from cantaloupe sized to medicine balls- and their weight felt similar too. Even the veins in his scrotum throbbed fatter. His shaft was as thick as a fire hydrant, the veins toward the base so bloated they were almost as thick as a normal cock themselves! Tod looked at his dick nervously as it grew longer than his entire body! Ok... this was way too big. He seen Priestess watching him from a distance- out in the night and he did not blame her- this thing would split her in half. Tod quickly looked around for the formstone- he needed to abort this mission, the potion was way stronger than he was expecting; he could not actually have sex like this because he can't fit into any living creature! He stepped over the shredded clothes and placed a hoof on the formstone, cancelling the spell. His form exploded into colored vapor again and he sighed in relief, before looking down at his nine foot long horse cock.
Tod yelled so loud in surprise he woke up Milly back in the top floor of the house! By the time she got to the barn to find out what the heck happened, she seen Tod basically spinning in circles on the spot frantic about the state of his body and not knowing what to do! The formstone failed. He looked pleadingly at Milly as his dick throbbed agonizingly hard. The long silence before she spoke was already plenty indication of how badly he fucked up. She explained that not only did that potion bottle contain doses for ten stallions- it prevented the formstone from functioning. The potion only worked on horses, so he turned into a horse to get it to work- but the changes the potion made to him were not part of what the formstone did, so the formstone did not revert them. Tod asked how long the potion lasts for and Milly just shook her head, rummaging through some larger equipment toward the back of the barn.
"There is no duration. The potions alter the genes of the subject. It isn't an extension of your form made from mana. It isn't metaphysical like a formstone shape. It's permanent- that is your body now."
Though his muscle mass and size reduced back to almost human, his arms and legs were still very much horse shaped, and ended in hooves- though lacked any fur. His torso was more muscular than it should have been, but was at least once again human. His head and neck was human again, but his ears were fur-less horse ears still, and his hairline went down to the base of his human neck giving him a sort-of mane. His eyes were lightened and the iris small enough to show the whites again like a human, but his pupils were horizontal rectangles like a horse. He had a horse tail and his butt was big and round- but within human possible proportions. Most alarming was that all changes to his genitals from both the formstone and the potion remained entirely unchanged at all. His dick was longer than his horse body- in human form it was bigger than his entire body mass. That meant it was impossible for him to go soft- there was no where for all the extra blood to go! Tod leaned a bit on the nearby pen and slowly stood up- his hips and back were human again so he should be able to walk on two legs, even if the legs themselves were horse. He would be right- except he did not account for the weight. About halfway up his bobbing cock yanked him back forward to the ground, clacking on his hooves hard. His dick weighed more than he does, he can't even walk on four legs because the head of his penis would be ramming into the ground.
Milly managed to drag out a huge frame, Tod did not know what it was at first till she undid some latches and he seen the padded ring in the middle. It was meant for milking stallions- they mount the frame and shove their dick in the padded ring in the middle like a false vagina and their sperm is collected on the other side. This one was more technical than the old fashioned ones- once properly mounted the horse's weight caused it to slide and lock into a more leaned forward position, cradling the underside of the horse more and putting him at an angle as if covering a mare. Because it fell into that position, it adjusted automatically to the size of the stallion using it- so it was one size fits all. She pulled some pins out from the sides of the padded ring to adjust it to the maximum available size- which would still be a tight fit, but Tod should be able to get through. Tod was too desperate to think about modesty and immediately tried to go to it, having to buck his hips to shuffle forward- getting his dick off the ground for a second at a time. Milly went over and held it up for him to get over and then helped him aim it in. She also had to remove the collection equipment from the other side of the ring, because he had so much cock coming through that it would just break all the equipment. Tod's face was bright red as he started fucking the artificial mount. Milly hummed in thought- trying to plan out a customization for the mount to have a second ring spaced a foot and a half away from the other one- because as-is he had several feet of dick wobbling around on the other side unsupported. Tod reached climax very quickly and groaned long and hard as the high pressure blasts of cum painted a stripe down the entire middle of the barn and even landing in the field a bit. His glans pulsed bigger and smaller in the aftermath as he slowly started to slide back. The pleasure of sliding back caused his prostate to pulse again, telling him he needed more. He slid back in and slowly started to work up speed again. Then he remembered he also drank the potion that increased cum volume... and since it was the same size as the genital growth potion, it was probably meant for ten horses too.
"So... there *huff* is no *huh* way to turn me completely human? Hooves too? *hah*" His expression clenched as he exploded into another orgasm.
Milly shook her head. "Yea, you are like that forever now. You shouldn't have gotten greedy! Jeez, you boys are always so one track minded. Bigger isn't always better. You have a huge cock now sure- but you can't fuck anything at all, because it's too big to fit in anything! Even this artificial mount doesn't come close to fitting right, I am going to have to custom mod it. At least you will make the money back from the cost of modding it..."
He hit yet another orgasm- glad the machine supported him because he had no strength to hold himself in place. "Y-you *huff* mean from... the foals?"
Milly pointed at his still spurting dick. "Well yes, but no. You still have horse genitals, including your prostate- I can tell from the consistency of your cum. Once word gets around that I have a secret prime breeding stud and people get a load of the foals you produced- they will want to get a literal load from you. I can sell your sperm to other ranchers. It's not like you will be able to stop making it anyway."
Tod groaned and wheezed as he felt himself approaching a fourth orgasm, in the span of only a couple of minutes. "If... uuugh. If I can't *huh* be human... *huff* maybe I should just use...*hnngh* the formstone, and stay a stallion. At least I might be able *hah* to move around easier in that body."
Milly looked surprised, quickly shaking her head. "Oh god no, do not touch any of those stones ever again! I cannot emphasize this enough- you took the potion dosage equivilant of TEN super studs! For both volume and size! The only reason you dick stopped growing there is because you turned back to human! If you tried to go back horse, your growth would resume! Your dick would be like a fucking milk tanker on the back of a transport truck! If it wasn't for the magic mods you would already be dead because your heart can't circulate that much blood! Your body is human but your heart is still horse- which is keeping you alive in this form, but if you got any bigger you'd be a dead man."
Tod's life certainly never returned to normal, but he also could not particularly complain. It felt good, all the time- and besides that, it was entirely his own fault that he ended up like that in the first place. She never told him to touch those potions, he did that all on his own, and neglected to read any of the warnings on the labels, which were clearly marked on each potion. Milly upgraded the barn, expanded the fields for more horses, and renovated her house several times turning it into a little country palace with all the money she made selling his endless supply of mutant sperm. Tod himself faded a bit in mind- sinking into the pleasure. He had to milk his mutant mega shaft so frequently he did not have a lot of time for anything else. And doing nothing but fucking and cumming did not require many brain cells, so he found himself stunted mentally, and even regressed a bit over time, becoming a bit of a dummy. The moral here- don't get greedy; it isn't about getting what you want, its about wanting what you have. And also- size does matter. Too big is a real size, and really annoying to have. You can work around too small with technique, but if you can't even fit in her in the first place you're kinda screwed. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Cost of Life 2 - Chapter 2 by Sci the cheetah
Tags: Bunny, Gay Relationships, M/M, Master/Pet, Snake, Vore (soft), Wolf
NOTE: This story was written by myself AND my loving pet, Arlian (Who sometimes goes by Wolfi). We BOTH worked hard on this story and we hope you enjoy it.
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Cost of Life 2 Chapter 2: Understanding
Karen sat there for a few minutes before he decided to see what was wrong. Not bothering to cover himself up, he slithered over to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "C-Chris? Did I do something wrong?"
Chris didn't answer right away...no, he was very silent inside the bathroom when he heard the knock on the door. Slowly he walked to the door, standing there. "No, Mistress..." he said sadly, feeling tremendously guilty inside.
"Please, talk to me. What's wrong?" His shaft was already back in his sheath. He was very worried about his new pet. "I don't want there to be any tension between us."
He kept silent for a few moments, looking at the door. "You....I thought....you were a woman...." he answers sadly, swallowing softly. "I...I thought of...how sick it was...a girl wanting to fuck a gay boy...I thought the most horrible things about you..." he says nervously, tears forming in his eyes.
Karen blushed heavily, the redness in his cheeks showing through his pink skin. "You know...just saying that has made me really happy. I've always wanted to be seen as a woman by someone. I guess you could say that it was a bit of a challenge to myself. And I forgive your thoughts. You didn't know. Please, come back to bed with me."
Chris blinked in surprise at the response, reaching a shaky paw to the doorknob. Quietly, he unlocked the door and moved back. "It's....It's open..." he says softly, looking downward before he sat down on the toilet.
Karen slid in and looked at him. "You know...you're a really handsome bunny. Please, if it means anything, I want you to stay with me. I would like to get to know you better. And being your friend would be great if I can't have more with you."
He blushes at the naga's remark, looking downward still. "Now....Now that I know you're male.....I....I can do...more with you now..." he says softly, his own blush showing.
Karen giggled a bit. "Oh, you're going to do more alright. A LOT more." He lifted the rabbit up again and carefully carried him into the bedroom and gently laid him on the bed. His shaft was starting to peek out again as he gently laid on Chris and pressed his lips to the lapine's.
Chris squeaked softly as he was lifted, than carried to the bedroom. He looked at the pink naga's shaft started coming out before he was given a kiss on the lips. He shuddered softly and moaned in his throat.
Karen murred into the kiss as he rubbed Chris's chest a bit before slowly breaking the kiss. "Tell me you want it. I want to hear you say it, my cute lil' bunny," Karen teased before he gently nipped at the rabbit's neck gently.
He whinced softly at the nips, closing his eyes tightly before he gives weak nods. "I-I want it....I-I want it Karen..." he say softly, his tail flitting under him.
Karen reached down and slowly began to remove Chris's pants and underwear, the only things that the bunny was wearing. He murred as he looked down at the plump sheath.
The bunny's sheath was indeed showing arousal, it already plumped up and a pink cocktip poking out. He gives a nervous whimper, his eyes still closed and his legs shifting all about.
Karen noticed the nervousness. "Is this your first time?" he asked the rabbit.
Chris looks up at the naga, shaking his head nervously before closing his eyes up again.
Karen then realized what was going on. "This is your first time with a predator that you like, isn't it?" he asked. "Don't worry. I promise that I won't eat you unless you ask."
He looked down, still nervous and fearful, but otherwise he didn't say anything. He didn't want anyone to know what he went through.
"I think it's time you told me about Cora," Karen said as he hugged the rabbit close to him. "The sex can wait. But in order for me to be able to help you relax around me, I need to know what happened."
Chris felt his eyes grow wide when hearing that name. He started to squirm and whimper when feeling the naga hug him close. "H...H-How....d-do you know that....that monster...?" he asks fearfully.
"I have the ability to read people's minds. Of course, I'm not that good at it, so all I could get was a name. But please tell me what he did to you and who he is."
He trembles fearfully, tears formming in his eyes. "H-He.....h-he's a naga....a c-cobra....a horrible monster..." he said with nervous sniffles. "H-He...ate my parents....right in front of me...when I was only seven...th-then afterward he injected me....with his venom....to see if I'd survive it to become....h-his toy...."
Karen gasped a bit. "That's horrible. Oh, you poor thing. I'll talk to some people and have them on the look out for him. Cobra's do tend to be a bit aggressive, but that's going way too far." Karen nuzzled the bunny. "Don't you worry, Chris. I'll take good care of you."
Chris whimpered when feeling Karen nuzzle him, tears flowing down his cheeks shortly afterward. He didn't want to tell him all of it, but what he did say was enough.
"Is there anything you want me to do for you?" Karen asked softly, his voice showing concern and care for the rabbit.
He flinches softly, but gives a shake of his head so he wouldn't have to talk. "N-No....I'm okay..." he says softly.
"Well, I guess you're not in the mood for sex now, are you?" Karen asked as he gently rubbed over Chris's body with his paws.
Chris looked up at Karen, worried that the naga would be upset with him for not getting to screw something. "I-If...you want to...I'll...suck you off..."
"Well, I wouldn't mind it. But I won't force you." Thinking about the bunny's cute maw wrapped around his shaft was already starting to turn him on, but he didn't want to upset him by saying that.
Slowly, the bunny leaned down toward Karen's shaft, the musky smell going right into his nose before his tongue reached out to take the member into his muzzle.
Karen gasped and let out a moan as he felt his thick shaft sliding into the soft, warm muzzle of the lapine. "Oh, Chris. It feels so good," he said even though only part of his cock was in the muzzle so far.
Chris remained silent as he gently took the rest of the naga's shaft in and began to suckle on it, closing his eyes while he expertly worked the member inside his mouth, like the was he was beaten to do so.
Karen moaned out a bit more before stopping him. "W-Wait...this isn't fair. We could at least do sixty-nine. You deserve to be pleased too."
He blinked when feeling Karen stop him, slowly shaking his head and going back to pleasing the pink naga, his eyes closed tight again.
Karen let out a slight growl as he pulled the rabbit's head off of his cock. "Look, I want to suck some bunny cock, so turn around and we'll do sixty-nine." Karen laid back so that Chris could lay on him.
Chris trembled when hearing the growl, slowly climbing up onto Karen's body and resuming his actions, his eyes still shut so to hide his building emotions.
Karen bent forward slightly and gave a long lick over Chris's sack, murring at the musky taste. He then licked down the rabbit's sheath and cock, loving the salty, musky taste that was on it.
Chris didn't make any noise as he continued to suck on Karen's shaft, his own crotch becoming muskier and more plumped from the licks the naga gave him.
Karen closed his eyes as he began to suck on the tip of Chris's cock, loving the texture of the shaft as he licked over the tip of it and began to swirl it around in his maw slightly.
Chris panted softly against Karen's crotch, his shaft slowly slipping further into the naga's swirling maw, his tail flitting.
Karen murred at the warm panting around his cock as he began to suck a bit more on Chris's shaft. He pushed a digit into the rabbit's hole, trying to stimulate him even more.
Chris winced at the intrusion to his tail hole, whimpering before he started to pre into Karen's muzzle, his own maw so far down around the naga cock it was in his throat.
Karen let out a moan around the cock before slowly taking it out. "How about we take this a step further? Would you like that, my bunny?"
Chris blinked nervously, trembling worriedly before he looked at Karen. "W..W-What do you mean...?"
Karen gave him a small grin. "I mean I want to take your tight rabbit hole," the naga said as he pulled his fingers out of said hole.
The bunny yelped when he felt the fingers get pulled out of his tight anus, trembling softly. "I...I-If you really want t-too...." he says softly.
"Oh, I do. Right now, that's what I want the most. Get on all fours for me," Karen ordered in a soft tone. He wanted to show the bunny that naga's can be kind, even when they are the ones in charge.
Chris trembled faintly, slowly getting onto all fours like Karen ordered. He lifted his little tail, his pink bunny hole on display, looking tight.
Karen leaned forward and gave the bunny pucker a nice long lick before pushing his tongue into the hole to loosen the rabbit up before he would be humped.
The white rabbit gasped loudly and moaned, shaking, feeling his innards being slurped all around by the naga's long, smooth serpentine tongue.
After he was sure that the tail hole was well lubed, Karen pulled his tongue out of the tight hole and positioned his long shaft to the tight pucker. He bent over Chris's body and whispered into his ear. "You ready?"
Chris gasped as he felt the tongue leave his insides, feeling the tip of a heated shaft against his pucker, making him shiver nervously. He gives a quiet nod to Karen's question, his eyes closed shut again.
"Just let me know if it hurts," the naga whispered calmly as he slowly began to push in.
He nodded again, gasping and trembling as the naga slowly began to push himself into the bunny's sensitive rear.
Karen slowly pushed all the way in until he was hilted. He then held it there and began to kiss Chris's neck a bit to keep him calm.
Chris moaned and shuddered as he felt that shaft rest inside his rear, his eyes closed tightly when he felt the naga start to kiss his neck.
"It doesn't hurt does it? Are you enjoying it so far?" Karen asked. Even though he wouldn't admit it, he was nervous about scaring the rabbit off.
He panted softly, shaking his head at the does it hurt question, his innards squeezing and rippling on Karen's length as it slid into his body.
Karen slowly began to go in and out of the tight hole, trying to be careful not to hurt the rabbit that he now realized that he cared deeply for, even if he didn't know why.
Chris moaned faintly as the thrusts began, his eyes closed tight while his insides continued to squeeze on the length going in and out of his rear.
Karen relaxed a bit as he heard the moans and began to pick up his place, feeling his large shaft being squeezed by the tight rear. "You're tail hole is nice and warm. I love how it feels around my big, thick shaft," he whispered seductively.
The little bunny trembled as he felt his rear being used, not daring to open his eyes to see what was happening. The whispered made him whimper mentally, having heard that same line before, and not under nice circumstances.
Karen sensed that what he had sensed had upset the bunny slightly. "I hope I'm pleasing you as well," he quickly added as he reached around and began to stroke the bunny's meat.
Chris blinked when he heard Karen's next statement, gasping at the touch to his sensitive member, softly trembling and panting from the naga's pressence to his cock.
Karen continued his pace while continuing to paw off the rabbit, slowly making his movements faster and faster until he was sure he couldn't hold it in anymore and he came heavily into the tight tail hole that his cock was filling.
Chris let out a heavy gasp when he felt the hot fluids spill into his rear, making him squirm and wriggle in shock while his own cock started to make a mess on the bed under them.
Karen let out an ‘oof' as he collapsed on top of Chris. "S-Sorry about that." He nuzzled the bunny a bit. "Did you enjoy that?"
The bunny whinces softly as he feels the naga collapse on him, giving a tiny nod before he felt the nuzzles. He could feel those pink scales against his body, reminding him that it was a naga showering him with affection.
"Look, I want you to know that I will never let any harm come upon you. And if you don't want to be my pet, I understand. But I do want you to stay here so that I can at least protect you, okay?"
He blinked, slowly looking at the pink naga again, his ears able to hear the honesty in the serpent's voice. Maybe....maybe he could trust him...Swallowing, he leaned up to nuzzle at Karen's chest, murmuring faintly.
Karen smiled a bit. He really did like the bunny. He slowly pulled out of the rabbit's tail hole and laid down on his bed, his meal mostly digested at that point. "Perhaps you wouldn't mind cuddling with me while you tell me a bit about yourself," he suggested as he patted the mattress next to him.
Chris gave a soft murmur when the cock came out of his rear, slowly laying down on the bed. He felt his whole body was heavy and tired, the little bunny tail flitting again. It seemed that talking would have to wait, because soon he was letting out tiny little snores, his breathing even and smooth.
Karen smiled as he looked over the bunny. "Rest well, my bunny." He gave the rabbit a kiss to the forehead before laying down to fall asleep himself. ‘This is the beginning of a very wonderful relationship,' he thought before falling asleep.
END OF CHAPTER 2 | FSE |
Title: Windswept by Squirrel
Tags: Character Development, Fox, Leopard
The world was weary and windswept.
And white.
But none of that could be seen. Not in this. Not in the absence of all earthly light.
Assumpta padded over ice. Thin, thin ice ... holding her breath at each slight cracking sound. The sky was dark.
Twenty-four hours of dark.
Today was the winter solstice ... here. Here above the Arctic Circle.
Sub-zero (without the wind chill). And her furry, snowy pelt, and her hot predatory blood ... kept her warm. Kept her from freezing.
Oh, she was born in this!
Was born FOR this.
An Arctic fox had stolen her fish ... from her hut.
She was going to get it back.
He'd snuck in while she'd been resting (which she scolded herself for ... why was she resting ... ) ...
Eyes squinting, she could make out the tracks. His tracks. Barely. In the frigid, freezing moonlight, she could make out the tracks. The sun may have taken a six-month hiatus, but ... the moon still showed its face. The moon was subservient enough that it couldn't take vacations. It showed up. Day after day. It knew its duty.
The fox wasn't too far ahead. He wasn't faster than a snow leopard. And, despite any evidence, was not more cunning than one, either.
Oh, she could smell him. He'd crossed the frozen river. He knew he was lighter. Knew she was heavier (and had more muscle) ... figured, being a feline, and ... having a natural disinclination toward water, that ...
... Assumpta would not follow.
Was betting his life on the fact that, oh, she would not follow.
Fool of a fox!
But she would. Oh, she would. And, oh, she was.
Don't think, don't think ... cross. It's not water. It's ice. It's ... whatever. Don't think. Don't look down. Focus, focus, and ...
... tread, tread ...
... creak ... and ...
... stop. Stop. Hold your breath!
Even with her thick winter pelt, a plunge into the ice ... would be certain death.
She would probably be swept away by the underlying current, and wouldn't be able to surface to breathe (due to the ice-sheet being so vast) ... was it worth it? Was she being too harsh? Was she obsessing?
Her fish. Her supper. That's all this was ... that's what she was hunting him for. He was a fellow predator, and ... no, no, no. Wasn't the fish. She had been bested. She had been one-upped. In her own territory. In her home. By a fox. No, this wasn't about fish ... but damn it all, she WOULD get her fish back.
And she scanned the horizon. Hard to do, being that it could barely be seen. But her ice-blue, slitted feline eyes ... they searched. Scanned. Saw.
And ... there.
The shadow of the fox. On the other side.
And she quickened her pace. Going as nimbly as she could. This far out, in this remote region, there were no bridges. No way else to cross. By summer, boat. Canoe. Whatever. By winter, it was ... sled.
She had no sled.
Only her own sturdy foot-paws. And her tail to balance her as she went.
Her ice-blue eyes narrowed, searching ... seeing better in the night than the criminal fox ever could. Seeing him. She now had him in her sights. And he wasn't going to leave them. He was as good as dead.
One sense down ... several to go.
Smell. She could smell him.
Touch ... she could almost touch him ... as she sprung to the solid, compacted snow of the other side. Nearly toppling over, but throwing out her arms and paws and steadying herself, bending her knees, and then ... vaulting back up. Sniffing the frigid, killing air. Which, even being BUILT for this environment ... the air STILL burned her lungs. Still made her want to cough. Still so cold.
But it would take more than cold to stop her. She knew. She vowed.
As she went to a sprint. Her breath leaving vapor trails, vapor clouds, crystalline ... and her foot-paws going crunch-crunch-crunch in the virgin snow ... as she hunted down the hunter.
Predator versus predator ... over fish? Over supper?
So, that's what the world had come to. That's what her young life (at this point) had come to ... and the pangs, the little voice in her head ... telling her to go South. Go South. Where the prey are. You know you're more like them than you care to admit. You know you're squeamish about killing. You know you ... feel things that other predators don't feel.
You know you're different.
You're special, Assumpta ...
She pushed the thoughts aside ... and ... ran, ran, ran ...
You won't be able to kill him, the voice said ... coming back. Not going away. Are you really going to kill the fox when you catch him? Are you really going to BE a predator? Are you really doing to do the right thing (and draw his blood ... staining the snow)? Or are you going to flinch. Flinch, Assumpta ... like prey.
You are prey ...
You've disappointed your family. Your culture. You know they're considering banishing you. It's because you are weak.
Run, run ... bolting, kicking up snow as she went, panting, eyes furious. Shoving the voice out of her head. Shoving her own doubts aside.
This wasn't the place (or time) for them. She had to go on ... on, on, on. Even as all (in every invisible way) was coming untied.
She pursued ...
... and she could hear his heart. Hear his panting.
Hear the flagging of his bushy tail behind him.
She could HEAR his fear. A predator feeling fear!
It fueled her forward. He was no longer a predator (in her mind). He was the prey. Oh, he was the prey. Not her. Not her (despite her inclinations). No, no ... I am not prey ...
... he is the prey.
You must kill him.
There is no other way.
She reached, reached, and ...
... pounced!
Tackling the fox to the ground, wrestling, tumbling over and over each other. Until they stopped. With her on top. Pinning him down.
"Mmf!" went the fox, yelping, yipping, and trying to bite her.
But she socked him in the muzzle with a powerful, clawed paw. And pinned both his arms to the snow. To the white (which was reflecting every ounce of that moonlight).
And both furs ... snowy-white. Both of the ice. Both huffing. Both reeeling.
Both unable to run anymore.
"You ... you have," Assumpta panted, "my fish. My supper. Give it," she demanded, "back." She clawed at the pack he wore on his back.
The fox glared at her. "Food is scarce," was his response. "I have to eat." He tried to put on a sympathetic face ...
"Then why not ask ... for food? Why steal?" She ripped the pack off his back, undoing the zipper.
"Because you are a feline. Because you would've said no." Every breath he took ... visible. Every word punctuated by vapor.
A quiet shake of the head. "I would not have."
"A practiced liar, I see," said the fox.
"I do not lie."
"No?"
A huff. "I will not," she assured, "be baited by you ... you stole. You will pay."
"By predatory law, you have to kill me, yeah?" he asked. "I stole from you. You must punish me. So ... are you going to kill me?" he taunted.
A hesitation.
"No matter," the fox continued. "Does not matter what you do to me. I am a fox. I am ... full of guile. I am sly. It is in my nature to ... pull tricks. If I don't steal from a higher predator now and then, how can I expect to stay sharp? To stay nimble?"
"Or, indeed, alive?" was Assumpta's response. Pressing down on him harder.
The fox squirmed, and ... heart beating, and ... hissing, "I regret ... nothing! Do to me what you wish. Ravage me, for all I care ... "
"No ... you would enjoy that," she whispered, "far too much."
A sly grin.
... her eyes locked his.
Gazes.
Frigid ... and fiery. All at once.
And, suddenly, the fox went ... limp. Stopped struggling. As if ... giving silent consent. Letting him know that ... she could have him. That he would take her. That, out here, in the tundra, in the endless night ...
... they could breed. They could ...
" ... do it," the fox whispered. "Come on ... do it," he taunted. "We're both hunters. We both take what we want. We both need it. We both ... want," he whispered, "it."
"All I want," Assumpta said quietly, swallowing, exhaling through the nose (where streams of breathy vapor showed). "All I want ... is my fish. My supper."
"Supper? Why does it have to be fish ... "
A squint. "Why should I trust you? You are a fox ... as you said, you are a practiced trickster."
"Think I'm gonna ... fertilize the flower and ... in the afterglow, break free ... and escape? With your soul's imprint AND your fish?" he said (referring the prey belief that, when two individuals yiffed ... they left an imprint on each other's soul, an intimate, spiritual stamp ... and that ... to imprint, or yiff ... outside a loving, committed mate-ship ... was to invite pain and ... would lead to a dark road ... was to slowly sell your soul away ... ) ...
"I think ... you are not worthy," she huffed, "of this huntress." And she socked him again.
He yelped, and ...
... while dazed, she took his pack (which held her fish). And she stood, panting, growling ... and showing her teeth. "Leave me alone," she demanded of him. "I am sparing your life. In return, you shall leave me alone."
"But you're like a flame, feline ... don't you know that?" he replied. "No one in their right mind ... could stay away from you."
A squint.
"You have a ... pull," he said, "about you."
"You do not KNOW me," she said, and backed away. Padding (at somewhat of a hurry) back to the riverbank.
"There are worse things to lose," the fox said (in an enigmatic, parting way), "than your supper's fish."
The snow leopard didn't know what that meant, exactly, but the words rung in her ears ... as she went away. Back over the frozen river. Back to her hut. And, upon reaching it, slumping to the floor, sighing. She was losing her predatory edge. She was. She should've killed him. She shouldn't have been stolen from in the FIRST place.
They would kick her out. They would ... place her in exile.
But she wasn't going to give them the satisfaction.
No, she would leave first.
She eyed the door.
She would leave first.
She gathered her things ... basic tools of survival. Enough to last her the journey out of this tundra.
Leave first.
She reached the door. Closed her eyes. Said a prayer (something only prey ever did).
Leave.
She left. | FSE |
Title: Part II - Taking Care of Business by Zorha
Tags: Bondage, Crossdressing, Gangbang, Incest, M/M, Master/Pet, NC, Various Species, Virgin, Wolf
Disclaimer: I didn't wear any pants while writing this. More Important Disclaimer: Contains Furry Smut. Seriously, I mean a metric fuck load. Most of it in the M/M variety, but despite my best intentions, the gangbang scene at the end of this twelve page story got a little wild. Sorry. \*Sweatdrop\*. If your underage don't read this, as it might twist your innocent little mind. \*coughs\*
Furs who read the first part of this story series will notice that Mycaelis' character changes a lot, and that ties into how such a loving father from Part I of this series could torture a fur in Part III of 'Dinner Date'. It's plot related. \*Gasp\*. Sorry this took so long, hopefully it was worth the wait. Thanks again to Purplewoof for his advance feedback.
Rin, Dev, and Eden are copyright LittleVixen712. Zeke, Drake (uncredited), and Star are copyright Eldyran, Grylor is copyright himself, used with his permission. Mycaelis is copyright Eldyran, but created with suggestions from Slumovsky. Even Mycaelis knows Not to Taunt Happy Fun Ball(tm) !!!
**Family Business - Part II - Taking Care of Business** **2006 by Eldyran and Grylor** "Objection."
"Overruled."
Judge Carver glanced back to Mycaelis over after peering at Ms. Starling over the brim of his horn rimmed glasses; the thick, coke bottle lens distorting his stern, dark stare. The old badger seemed to huff a bit, as if inhaling to add force to what he was about to say.
"Mr. Avenches, please offer proof of some semi-regular income, so that the state may establish proof you are able to support your son in a decent standard of living."
"Yes your Honor ..." With that Mycaelis stood up, smoothed out the few wrinkles in his well cut Italian suit, and handed some paperwork to the bailiff. The female husky in turn handed copies to the Ms. Starling and Judge Carver before she resumed her regular place. The judge poured over the bank statements with a stern eye, shuffling over the pages of deposits and withdrawals.
"Mr. Avenches, most of these deposits were made this past month. Can you please explain to the court why?" The judge pulled out a highlighter and marked down some things on his copy. Mycaelis inhaled, calming himself before he spoke.
"I finished three of my four latest documentaries this past month, and other royalties from previous ones also came in. As you can see, I manage my budget ..." The perfectionist female wolf lawyer for the state balked at this statement.
"Objection, your Honor! These deposits are all from money orders ... which does not establish any proof of his outrageous ..."
The old badger puffed up a bit, his gray fur bristling.
"Overruled ... Mr. Avenches ... this court understands that your income is unusual, and so it will not place a further burden of proof upon you. However I would ask that you keep a close eye on your funds." Ms. Starling tried to chime in again.
"But your Honor ...!" The grizzled badger gritted his teeth, his dark eyes glowering.
"Ms. Starling, will you approach the bench?" The picture perfect female wolf with wire framed glasses looked startled for a moment, and then skittered up to the badger, now nervous. Mycaelis gave a smug grin, and turned to smile back at Samuel, the lynx who sat in the back row of the courtroom. The sly feline doctor nodded back to his lover, watching the exchange up at the podium with some measure of satisfaction. While the lawyer was busy in conference with the court, Grylor peeked his tan lupine head into the court and sneaked in.
The preteen wolf wore a nice formal black dress and blouse with black high heels, with green lipstick covering his muzzle lips, the green of the lipstick matching his jade eyes perfectly. Mycaelis' own light green eyes grew wide, their similarities in fur and eye coloration too close to be simple coincidence. He doubted that even Ms. Starling would recognize Grylor dressed as a female, and his perfume would likely mask his scent. Still, he didn't want to take any chances. He shooed his son back out of the courtroom with a flourish of paw signals, his fangs bared. Grylor ducked his head and gave a silent whine before he slipped back out of the room, undetected. As soon as he was out of sight, Mycaelis turned back to the judge and stood up.
"Your Honor? Could I request a recess?" The judge looked up from the frustrated, admonished female lupine and banged his gavel.
"Very well ... the court grants a fifteen minute recess." His stared shifted back down to the lupine in front of him.
"I urge Ms. Starling to take this time to collect her composure, as further outbursts will result in this court's contempt." She huffed once before she snapped her parted muzzle shut and stormed out of the courtroom. Mycaelis sighed and left the courtroom, already tired. His son had again almost inadvertently destroyed his careful laid plans to keep what little of his family reminded together. He wanted to be angry, but now was not the time to express it. As he stepped out of the courtroom, Samuel joined him and put a paw on his chest.
"Mike. Can we talk?"
"Sam ... I need to talk to Grylor ..."
"It will only take a minute. You have fifteen ..."
"Okay," Mycaelis sighed and nodded his head, "I suppose I owe you that much, for pulling some strings and getting us a judge who hates that bitch as much as I do. I can't understand what Grylor's mother saw in her."
"Yeah ... it's a mystery even to me. But ... I wanted to talk about ... us ..." The lynx bit his lip, hoping the wolf wouldn't be mad for bringing this up. Ever since the funeral of Grylor's mother, Mycaelis seemed to be drifting further and further away from him.
"Us?"
"Yeah. Us. Look, I know how you feel about your son, and him about you, but even though it's ... unusual ... I hope that it won't come between us, you know?"
Mycaelis looked away before Samuel took a paw and turned the wolf's face back to him.
"Mike. It's not like that. I promise. I'm not some sick kink who wants to get involved with your film business. I'm actually camera shy if you can believe that. I just want to ... be with you ..."
"I know," Mycaelis replied, looking down at his well polished shoes, "And I know if it hadn't been for you, Grylor would most likely be in a foster home right now, but ..."
"But ...?" The lynx looked worried, fearing the worst.
" ... Things are just complicated right now. I need to take care of business. Grylor comes first, and he always will. Anything else ..." The lynx closed his amber eyes, tears threatening to spill down the gray fur of his black striped cheeks.
"Okay Mike ... I get the idea ... just know ... I ... lo ..." The wolf pushed a paw to the feline's lips, silencing him.
"I know Sam. I know ..." The lynx turned and walked away before he could break down in front of the male he loved and create a spectacle for the many passerby's who milled around just outside the courtroom. Mycaelis rubbed his eyes and snout, that confrontation being much harder than he expected. He glanced up at a brass grandfather clock in the hallway.
Ten minutes.
He scanned the hallway for his cross dressing son, but didn't see him. He noticed the door to the female restroom was ajar, and his fur bristled. He strode to side of the door and sniffed; the light scent of Grylor's perfume drifted in the air.
"Ms. Stillwater, you think you're coy, do you? Hiding in there? Let me tell you something, I've had it up to *here* with you. Oh you *think* that I'll forgive you for this serious lack of discretion? You ... just ... wait ..."
There was a quiet whimper from inside the small restroom, and Mycaelis closed the door and walked away, fuming...
\* \* \* \* \*
Grylor watched through the sedan's passenger side window as the Seattle suburbia passed him by. The intermittent lights of lamp posts danced off his fur as they drove by; the February night closing in fast around them. The tires of the sedan sloshed its way through some snow and slush, but his father didn't ease off the accelerator even once. He glanced over to his father, whose grim, solemn features were draped in heavy shadow. He tore his gaze away and shivered. He didn't like his father when he was like this. It started the night his father caught him messing with his cameras. He had changed.
Before he realized it, the sedan pulled into the driveway of their new house. Grylor didn't want to move out of his mother's old house, but his father insisted, saying something about a will. As a concession, Mycaelis allowed Grylor to keep any of his mother's things he wanted too. The only thing Mycaelis kept was framed picture of all of them in the hospital delivery room. They held him together, his mother in her hospital bed, his father with a camera, and him as a newly born puppy, swathed in bloody towels. Grylor never understood why his father picked that picture to keep, as gore always used to make him ill before.
Mycaelis didn't even wait for the engine to come to a complete stop before he pulled the emergency brake and yanked the key out of the ignition. He got out, slammed the driver's side door shut, and stormed over to Grylor's side of the car. Grylor's eyes widened and he whimpered, moments before he slammed his paw down on the door lock. Mycaelis tried the handle and growled, before whipping out his keys again. Grylor squealed in terror and tried to scramble out of the passenger side seat to the back, but the older wolf had the door open before he even realized it.
The preteen wolf screamed as he felt a paw clamp on his legs and drag him out of the car. His black dress rode up to his black lace panties and his claws tore into the car's upholstery, desperate for purchase. The fabric ripped free and Grylor felt a paw clamp around his muzzle, his father doing a fireman's carry of him right through the front door of their new house. Mycaelis stormed down the chilly basement stairs and threw the disobedient preteen onto a pile of old blankets in the corner. Grylor yipped as the blankets *almost* broke his fall, and his back slammed hard against the unyielding cement floor, knocking the wind from his lungs.
Before he had time to react, Grylor felt a pair of knees pin his hips to either side, and something clamped around his neck. His paws shot up to his neck, but the steel spikes on his collar warded any feeble attempts to tear it away. A back paw snapped his muzzle hard to the left, and Grylor's world grew dim and fuzzy around the edges. He closed his eyes before the spinning world could make him vomit all over the basement floor. The taste of new leather and bitter iron bit into his taste buds as his split lips were muzzled. Grylor shook, trembled on the blankets and whimpered, too afraid to open his now ice blue eyes. He heard the clink of a thick steel chain secured to a ring in the concrete wall, and then to his collar. He was a common dog now. A bad, bad doggie...
He didn't know how long he waited for the next blow to come. He cowered for what seemed to him like an eternity, before he realized he shivered not now from fear, but from cold. He opened his eyes, but his father was no where to be seen. He whined and pulled a blanket over to cover himself. The harsh incandescence from the single 100 watt bulb in the basement burned into his retinas, and he closed his eyes again, his head still dizzy from the brutal blow his father gave him. Grylor huddled into the blanket, alone and scared.
Mycaelis meanwhile was in their bedroom, lying on their shared bed. He clutched the picture of Grylor's mother to his chest and bawled, tears streaming down the tan fur of his muzzle.
"Maurice ... I can't do this!" He cried out between sobs, "I'm not strong enough ..."
*You have to Michael. I'm not around anymore to do it for you.*
"But I LOVE HIM!" Mycaelis slammed a balled fist into the side of his muzzle, not knowing what else to do to express his rage; his frustration.
*And that's why Michael. If you love him, you'll do this. Do it for me Michael ...*
Mycaelis opened his light green eyes and looked around for a moment in the bedroom.
"Maurice?" There was no one there. She was still gone, and he was still alone. He sniffled a bit before pulling the chain for the lamp beside the bed, the immense guilt of her death still weighed heavy on his mind...
\* \* \* \* \*
*Grylor was in his mother's sedan again. But this time he made sure that his seat belt was secure. Maybe this time his mother would keep her eyes on the dark road in front of her. She still talked on her cell phone to her ... friend ... the stunning, attractive, and smart female wolf with wire framed glasses that always came over to their house, the one who spent a lot of nights over. It was like a great adult female sleep over, and he felt jealous he was never invited. Sometimes they giggled a lot upstairs. Sometimes they moaned.*
Maybe this time, with one free paw on the steering wheel instead of on his seat belt, she would be able to control the spin of the car as it hit the black ice, which now lay just beyond the beam of the headlights. He tried to yell out, but he couldn't get his voice louder than the argument over the phone. Something about his father...
For some reason he was muzzled, and he watched in horror as a small shadow appeared on the dark road in front of him. It all happened in slow motion again, and Grylor couldn't do a thing to stop it. Every night... The same nightmare... He found himself rolling over and over again, before coming to a rest upside down ...
... against the basement wall. The light from the harsh bulb seared his eyes when tried to open them, and he pulled both of his paws up to his face to shield them. Another kick to his side made him grunt, the muzzle muffling his yelp of pain. His father's rough, angry voice boomed in his tan ears.
"I *said* get up, *bitch*." Grylor whined and got up, his knees shaking. His father's paw gripped the chain on his collar and pulled him off his hind feet, which kicked, jerked as the spiked collar choked him. A strangled yipe barley escaped past his muzzled lips, and Grylor felt his bladder let go. A trail of hot urine streamed down the fur of his legs to pool on the cement basement floor.
Mycaelis was not pleased. He shook the chain back and forth, and Grylor's body continued to choke, flopping like a fish strung up out of water, before he dropped his own son unceremoniously to the floor again. Grylor's lungs gasped in precious air before he felt a paw at the back of his skull, forcing his nose into the steaming pool of piss.
"Smell that reek you little piss wolf? It's you. You're a fucking little disobedient sissy pup. And your going to learn some respect ..." Mycaelis rubbed Grylor's face into the pool, the strong scent of urea soaking into his tan fur there, making the preteen wolf's eyes water and burn. His father let go of him and unchained him from the wall. He clawed the dress off his son and stripped him naked.
"Now, go upstairs to the bathroom and clean yourself up in the shower. You will learn to show some respect, obedience to your Master. Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?" Grylor nodded, but did not whine this time. His father kicked him in ass, and Grylor fled, his tail tucked between his legs. "When you come back down I want eggs for breakfast this morning. And if you dare put something in my coffee I'm going to beat the living *merda* out of your little worthless ass."
Grylor ran upstairs to the second floor and was about to enter the bathroom when he skidded next to a stop beside their bedroom. The portable phone sat on its charging base on top of the nightstand. He skittered over to it, his wary ears perked to any sound of his father coming up the steps. He picked up the phone and hit the call button, ready to dial for help. Instead his father's voice answered on the phone downstairs in the kitchen.
"Consider this the new *Fascio* little one. I am now the State. I will monitor your communications with the outside world. I will become your life. In return for your loyalty and obedience, I will protect you from the ridicule of the liberals who would take you away from my loving, caring paws. Together, we will forge a 'Pact of Steel' that none shall break. But this attempt at *Rivoluzion*, little one, will cost you. You will not share breakfast with me this morn. You will serve it to me and watch as I eat it. And then perhaps you will understand. Now ... I am getting hungry ... and impatient. Clean up and come downstairs, we will be having guests shortly."
The phone clicked empty air, and Grylor whined, looking at the receiver in his paws. He set the pawset down into its base and trudged to the shower, defeated.
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Later that night as Mycaelis pulled the thick blankets over their mutual naked, furred forms; he nuzzled the back of his son's neck. Grylor murred and pressed backwards into his father's loving embrace, still muzzled. Their mutual body heat kept the cold of a typical Seattle's winter night at bay, and Grylor felt paws run up and down his slimmer, naked chest; his father's touch affectionate, gentle.
"So tell me, little one. Is the muzzle ready to come off? Will you submit to me now?' Grylor closed his jade eyes and nodded, his heart full of sincerity. Mycaelis undid the leather binds to the muzzle and slid it off. Grylor turned around and lapped at his father's larger muzzle.
"There, there little one... Are you not tired? My two trainers were quite harsh on you today ..."
"But I love you Daddy! Let me show you ..." With that the smaller wolf climbed on top of his father, his own hips astride of the larger lupine's. Grylor leaned down and kissed Mycaelis, sliding his small tongue between his father's muzzle lips. He ground their sheaths together, their loose skins pulled back to expose the sensitive, slick flesh of their pink tips, which now slid against each other.
"Ohhhh Grylor ..." Mycaelis groaned out, running his paws up his son's chest, his claws teasing the taut nubs of flesh there. This caused Grylor to squeal and squirm atop him, his hardening wolf cock squirting small jets of pre unto the older lupine's own. Mycaelis was through being patient. He grabbed the scruff of his son's neck and forced him chest first to the mattress.
Grylor moaned out as his father lapped at his secret entrance, and his bushy tail twitched with excitement, pleasure. The rough buds of the large lupine tongue caused his tail hole to flex, clench around the thick muscle. His father's skillful, experienced tongue slathered his sensitive pucker with slick spit. Grylor groaned in disappointment as he felt the wonderful organ leave his virgin entrance. He gasped and clutched pawfulls of sheet as he felt something slick, hot, and tapered slide just inside his tail hole, the tight ring of muscles clenching instinctively around it. His own stiff erection jutted hard into the mattress underneath him.
"Oh yes Daddy! Please! More!"
"I'm not your Daddy anymore, Pet. I'm your Master. You will address me as such." Mycaelis bit gently down on Grylor's ear before giving it a long, sensual lick.
"Yes ... Master. Please. Make Pet your Bitch." Grylor looked back at his fathers puzzled expression, and Grylor giggled, rolling his hips so that another bit of his father's length parted his virgin hole. "The female in the courtroom with you today used to say that to Mother." Mycaelis rolled his eyes but grinned. He put his paws on Grylor's back and pressed down, forcing the adolescent's rump at a better angle so that he could sheath himself into Grylor's fleshy confines.
He shoved his thick, slick meat into Grylor's tight ass, knowing that it would hurt a bit. At this point all he wanted to do was ride his son's ass good and hard, and Mycaelis gasped as he felt himself sink into Grylor's hot insides. Grylor grunted in pain before his body adjusted to the much larger girth. It did hurt, but it felt so wonderful to have something hot and hard inside of him, mashing his prostrate up against his insides. All he could do was pant and grunt as a stab of pain and pleasure raced through him, radiating from deep inside.
Grylor felt the tip hit resistance, and he gave a half moan, half bark. A hard budge distended his lower belly, and his father withdrew halfway, before shoving his hard member back inside the preteen pup. Grylor's form pressed into the mattress, now quivering, his small adolescent cock gushing a steady stream of slick pre. Mycaelis groaned out his son's name, their sweaty forms heaving a steady, primal rhythm. The mattress rocked back and forth with each of Mycaelis' brutal thrusts, and the poor preteen wolf's limbs sprawled outwards in a feeble attempt to steady himself.
Grylor's claws dug into the mattress; his smaller paws balling the sheet in his fists, crying out in deep pleasure. His bushy tail thumping hard against his father's chest again and again. Mycaelis felt his knot slip from his sheath to bump up against Grylor quivering ring of anal muscle, and his large furry sacs slapped rhythmically against his son's smaller set.
Mycaelis' thrusts deepened, forcing his knot hard into Grylor's clenched fuck hole. Intense pressure surrounded his slick, engorged flesh before his son's pucker finally gave way, and his knot sank deep inside the fleshy heaven of his own flesh and blood. Grylor squealed out and shook as he shot his thick, salty load into the sheets underneath him, and Mycaelis groaned out as his son's ass convulsed around his thick wolf cock.
In the shadows in the corner of their bedroom, a red LED light blinked on and off repeatedly, the unseen camcorder recoding this once in a lifetime event for ... posterity. Both wolves howled out in pain, pleasure as Mycaelis came hard, deep inside Grylor, his hot seed splashing against Grylor's virgin insides. Mycaelis collapsed on top of his son...
\* \* Four Years Later \* \*
...and nuzzled the scuff of the seventeen year old wolf. Mycaelis' arms locked around Grylor's chest, now almost as wide as his. Grylor murred in happiness, his muzzle tight around the leather ball gag. His paws flexed, now bound behind his back. Father squeezed son tighter against his body, protective of his only love. He buried his muzzle into Grylor's fur, and relished how their similar scents mingled together. Still, something was missing. There had been three. Now, just two.
"Grylor, do you know what tomorrow is?" His son nodded. "Yes, that's right. It's your eighteenth birthday. Before that happens, before you become an adult, I think it's time ..." Grylor looked back with a puzzled \_expression to his master, his lover, and his father, whose knot was still deep inside of him. His furry ears twitched in anticipation.
"... You find a brother."
Grylor squealed through the ball gag and squirmed. His jade eyes lit up, filled with happiness and excitement.
\* \* \* \* \*
An hour later they arrived to the basement rooms of 'The Collision Down Under'. Few furs were allowed down to this area of the club, as all manner of debauchery occurred here, some of it illegal. The boom and thuds of the techno base on the main dance floor above shook the walls even down here, helping to cover over the cries of passion, pleasure, and some of pain. Most of the rooms were closed, a bouncer posted at each door. Access to these chambers of depravity were granted via 'invite only'. A score of furs milled about in the pit area around a circular bar infamously known as 'Cecond Circle'.
No flashy dance strobes or DJ music added any further atmosphere to the already stark brimstone bitted decor, but the thundering bass from the main dance floor above added just enough background ambiance to keep prying ears from listening in to discreet conversations and ill gotten negotiations. A series of small bright red neon flames lit the bar area, but dim lighting bathed the rest of the tables in darkness, to discourage prying eyes.
Mycaelis tugged on the chain around Grylor's collar with one paw, a AV suitcase in the other. He straightened his finest *Giorgio* attire, smoothing out the wrinkles, before descending the few steps to the pit area. He took his time, as Grylor couldn't see with the sensory deprivation hood on, and he didn't want his Pet hurt.
Yet.
Grylor's hind feet gingerly stepped down in sequence, and his nervous paws ran up and down his latest present for good behavior. The bondage harness still creaked with each subtle movement from the subservient lupine, and a series of leather straps wrapped around his form to evenly spaced 'O' rings on his chest, navel, and sheath. His muzzle was free of the hood, though he would not speak unless spoken too first, and with the hood on, Grylor couldn't hear anyone. Quite the Catch-22. So Grylor consigned himself to not speaking, as any well trained and obedient pet should.
Mycaelis scanned the bar and the booth around the main area for potential candidates. He first spotted several male furs grouped around a snow leopard in the finest tailor designed flash pants and shirt he had ever seen, who was busy having some of his groupies manicure his claws.
Too vain.
He spotted a short 'yote in gutter chic trying to ply his services to several patrons, who caught the scent of trash and scat on his breath, and moved on.
Too dirty.
He spied a rather brawny boar over at the bar entertaining several furs with his surprising wit and charm, accented with the occasional bicep flex for measured humor. The group burst into peals of mutual laughter along with their host, who spoke upon a broad range of political and historical topics. Mycaelis gave a predatory grin.
Potential.
He sundered over to the bar, Grylor in tow, intending to speak with the manager, when he spotted Grylor's new sibling. The wolf in question hunched over the bar, masking his tall stature, absorbed in some strong brew of his disliking. The muscles of his upper body cut sharp, defined lines into his well worn plain black cotton shirt. His blue jeans were ripped in several places, as if he threw them on at the last moment before heading here, trendiness the farthest thing from his mind at the time. His hind feet shuffled a bit in his beat up sneakers; as if conscious they were not surrounded with protective steel inserts.
The almost tangible chip on his right shoulder made the arm attached to it twitch. The large lupine's left paw gripped a half empty glass of the Captain's worst, and his brooding gray eyes bore holes into the reinforced glass bar counter top; the stare almost militant. And yet despite his apparent lack of sophistication, his fur was spotless and well groomed. This wolf hid his elitist ideals well, for the sake of social grace.
Just like Maurice.
He was perfect. But he did not tip his hand yet, preferring a bit of calculating style over heavy handed bluntness. Instead he turned his stare away from the oblivious lupine and talked for a brief moment to the female hyena tending the bar, who in turn, ushered over the manager. A large obsidian panther dressed in a no nonsense business attire stalked over with deliberate predatory grace, and rested his paws on the glass counter top.
"Business or pleasure?" The deep voice rolled out like liquid thunder, much like the voice of James Earl Jones. His golden eyes bore down on the shorter lupine, never once breaking eye contact. Even Mycaelis' nerves of steel seemed to bend a little under the weighty presence of the manager, but he tried to remain calm as he replied.
"Both." Mycaelis set the heavy AV suitcase down on the glass between them and opened it to reveal a camcorder, tripod, and various other pieces of filming equipment. The panther took a slow inhale, and his yellow, penetrating eyes rolled up and down Mycaelis, filled with suspicion.
"Which business do you represent?" The ebony feline inquired, and the claws in each paw extended, as if on edge.
"Ganymede / Hubris Productions." Mycaelis said as he managed a smile. The family business was doing quite well of late. No longer satisfied with simple BDSM, Mycaelis latest theme was total and complete humiliation. His canvases were those furs that had total conviction in their false pride, and Mycaelis relished breaking each and every one of them to mewling, shameless submissives. His artistic touch was light and skillful, often psychologically manipulating the fur in question so that their own insecurities subjugated their overblown sense of self worth.
"I see." The panther relaxed a bit, familiar with the client's works, and his claws slipped back into the sheaths of his furry digits. "Then I don't need to tell you that the arbitrary laws and morays of typical society do not apply here." Mycaelis nodded with light smile and shut the AV case, placing it back at his hind feet. The panther wasn't quite finished, however, and leaned in closer to Mycaelis. His words flowed out of his muzzle, nice and slow, stressing each syllable for emphasis.
"However ... celebrities here receive no special quarter. You are the guest of my house, true, but as my guest you will abide by *my* rules." Mycaelis listened carefully to any hidden innuendo that the panther's words might contain.
"The first rule is that your footage will not contain any hint of what this establishment is called, or where it might be located. The second rule is that any face or distinguishing marks caught by your camera will be distorted, as my patrons expect their anonymity. The third rule is that regardless of what goes on in your chamber, a bouncer will *always* be posted within. He or she will be my eyes and ears, and will not hesitate to enforce my house rules. Do you understand these rules?" Mycaelis nodded again and his smile faded. His light green eyes locked on the obsidian panther's own so that there would be no chance of misunderstanding.
"Excellent. Those who break my house rules, either through folly or choice, are banished to the frozen lake of Cocytus. If and when that happens, expect judgment to be decisive, punishment swift, and appeals unheeded." The fur on the back of Mycaelis' neck bristled. A part of him expected this. When you deal with such illegal, underground circles, you can well expect to put your very life on the line. He hoped it would not come to that. Mycaelis fought hard not raise his upper muzzle lip in defiance, and gave yet another silent nod.
"Very well, we will place you in the Francesca room tonight; the full payment of five hundred United States dollars is required up front." Mycaelis pulled out a platinum engraved money clip stuffed to capacity with Dollars and Euros and pulled out five Franklin's, spreading them out before the manager. The female hyena who he spoke to earlier appeared from nowhere, wiped down the area with a wet bar towel, and the currency seemed to disappear into thin air. Mycaelis grinned. Quite the trick.
"Your bouncer tonight will be Rin, he's the wolf in the corner there talking to the lynx with the spiked collar. He's the best we have, so don't piss him off. He'll toss your furry ass like it was a Frisbee. We have a patron upstairs tonight who will attest to that."
Mycaelis closed his eyes and gave a final nod before turning his attention back to the wolf standing beside him. Despite the exchange that just took place, the lupine had barely moved, his eyes still focused on whatever he saw within the reinforced glass by his paws. Mycaelis opened his eyes and smiled at the larger wolf, resting an elbow on the glass beside his drink. This change in proximity finally caught the other wolf's attention, whose gaze walked slowly over to the elbow, then up to the fur attached to it. The two regarded each other for a silent moment before Mycaelis spoke.
"My name is Mycaelis, but you can call me Michael." The other wolf snorted and turned his gaze back to his drink.
"The only thing I'll be calling you is an ambulance if you don't remove that elbow." After a moment the other wolf turned his muzzle to Mycaelis and his upper lip furled. "Now." Mycaelis grinned and obliged the wolf.
"Such vim!" Mycaelis ran his unchecked gaze up and down the fit physic. "You are just the specimen I am seeking." He shook the chain in his paw once and Grylor keeled down besides his master. "My pet is in dire need of a strong, disciplining paw such as yours. And as such you will follow us into my private chamber, and let me tape what you do to him. It can be whatever your little black heart desires most ... and you will do so for the rest of the night ..." The intoxicated lupine turned his whole body to face Mycaelis.
"Let *me* tell *you* what you can do for the rest of the night ..." The cocky brute graciously extended the middle claw of his right paw to Mycaelis, whose smile faded.
"You can go suck shit through a straw ..." With that the other wolf took his drink and poured it over Grylor's hooded head, taking his sweet time about it. The blind and deaf wolf whined when he felt the ice cold, foul smelling liquid run down his exposed fur, unaware of what was going on. The arrogant wolf deposited his empty glass on the counter top with a clink and smirked at Mycaelis before storming off. Mycaelis stared off after the insolent lupine and after he was gone, a toothy grin appeared on his muzzle.
Little did that wolf know his little act of insubordination actually turned Mycaelis on even more. His paw stroked Gylor's green head fur absently before untying the sensory deprivation hood and taking it off. Grylor looked up confused and blinked a bit, shaking the nasty, foul smelling hard liquor from his head fur.
"Master, what happened?" Grylor said as he looked about, still confused.
"Nothing of great importance Pet, but it seems like your future brother needs to learn his place. You'll like him Pet. He reminds me of your mother ..." Mycaelis replied with a grin.
"He... he does?" Grylor trembled a bit. His mother had been pretty stern, rough sometimes.
"Yes ... but now we find ourselves in a quandary. We have a perfect room, but no perfect specimen to be your co-star." Mycaelis gave a thoughtful expression for a moment, looked around the room, and then smirked, tugging on Grylor's chain. "Come Pet, we'll have to improvise."
He walked across the room to Rin, who talked with a female lynx sporting punk fur and a PVC corset. As Mycaelis approached, Rin turned to face the other wolf, looking down at him. He made the large lupine who poured his drink over Grylor's head look like a yearling in comparison. Rin crossed his arms, and the black athletic tee he wore tightened across his upper body.
"The Boss told me you'll be in the Francesca room tonight. What will be the codeword for your room, so I know who let in?"
"A pass code won't be necessary. The door will remain open at all times. Anyone may come or go as they please." Mycaelis smiled up at the other lupine, who shook his head, the single earring in his right ear jingling about.
"I don't think that's such a great idea ... we ..." Rin said as he looked down to Grylor, obviously not impressed with the young wolf's assumed ability to take such a wide range of furs, and their particular ... kinks. Mycaelis frowned up at the wolf and stepped up place his muzzle right beside Rin's, their eyes only an inch or two apart.
"You're not paid to *think*. You're paid to follow your boss's orders, and his orders were to get me set up." Mycaelis bared his fangs a bit, just to add salt to the wound. "Or should I go tell your boss that you have a problem following his orders?"
Mycaelis seemed to know just what to say to stay within his place, yet manage to browbeat the wolf who could turn him into so many hamburgers the moment he stepped out of line. Rin's green eyes flashed amber for a brief moment before he grumbled something out, just unheard over the music blaring upstairs. The lynx's eyes opened wide in shock; she had never seen Rin take that from any fur before.
"I'm sorry," Mycaelis smiled, "What did you say?"
"Nothing... Sir..."
"That's better." Mycaelis snapped his fingers twice and tugged on Grylor's chain, heading to one of the larger rooms with Gothic lettering above the doorway, two submissive wolves and the retro 80's punk lynx in tow. When they got to it, Rin pulled out a rusty iron key and unlocked the thick steel door as the lynx with a short cropped rainbow Mohawk pushed it open with a creak. Mycaelis stepped inside and was welcomed with an entire playroom of bars with chains, racks, and other Gothic apparatuses of dungeon furniture. This would do just fine.
"Is there anything you require, Sir? Your deposit covers all manner of disposable utensils." Rin stated, taking his position near the inside of the door. Mycaelis led Grylor over to a forward slanting vinyl X rack, and chained the underage wolf to it for the time being as he set down his AV case in the corner of the room a few feet away.
"Yes. A steel leg spreader, something to hold up a tail... Latex, lots of latex." Mycaelis replied, almost absently as his attention was focused on assembling his portable tripod and getting his AV equipment in order. Grylor looked around the room and mewled; his apprehension filling the thick air with the sweet scent of uncertainty and a hint of fear.
"You heard the client, Star." Rin nodded to the lynx, who closed the door behind her on the way out. By the time Mycaelis finished getting his portable bare bones recording studio set up, Star returned with the items he requested. Mycaelis almost squealed with glee as he took the two piece, full body latex suit from the lynx, inspecting it. It was impossibly small even for Grylor, and it had a plastic ring where the muzzle would eventually stretch to, allowing the wolf to breathe, and a hole for the nose, sheath, and tail. He handed it back to Star, who nodded and walked over to Grylor.
Grylor tried to back away, but the short length of the chain on his collar stopped him. He gave a bark of surprise and cowered as the bouncer lynx bore down on him. Mycaelis came over and took the collar off for a moment as Rin picked up the whimpering lupine from behind, pinning his arms. Star snatched one of the hind legs that kicked at her, and pulled up the lower part of the rubber-like full body glove. Grylor almost squeaked as his legs sank into an endless sea of latex, the tight, soft material bounding him completely in a way he hadn't thought possible. An erotic feeling ran up his thighs, the sea of sensation swallowing his furry sac. His sheath twitched as Mycaelis pulled it thought the hole in the taught, slick latex, and a moment later his tail followed through the similar one in the rear. Grylor murred out from the sensual sensations, legs flailing a bit, the latex flexing, squeezing around his lower body in response.
Rin placed Grylor back on his feet and held up his arms as Star pulled the upper half down over his head and muzzle, squishing his head fur against his skull. The deafness, blindness, claustrophobia of being bound in such a way caused Grylor to thrash; worried that he wouldn't be able to breath under such crushing tightness. Yet the latex inched its way down, stretching, binding, as his arms went in, then chest, then finally stomach. Rin forced Gyrlor's muzzle open, and positioned the ring so the insides of his canine teeth caught on it, then released his grip on Grylor's muzzle.
The underage wolf snapped his muzzle back and forth, unable to close or open his muzzle further. The latex stretched so tight over his skull he couldn't even open his eyes. His furry ears were pinned so tight against his furry head that the world outside his latex prison seemed muted, muffled. Mycaelis shoved his son onto the forwards slanted vinyl X, pinning the squirming lupine to it as Rin and Star secured his wrists and ankles to each of the four arms.
"Now, just to make sure there is no funny business ..." Mycaelis leaned down and personally secured the leg spreader to Grylor's ankles. He shook the spreader and smacked Grylor hard on the ass, tying the busy tail up back to Grylor's re-secured collar with a leather strap. He took out a tube of lube and applied a copious amount to Grylor's tail hole, the excess dripping unto the floor. "So tell me Pet, are you ready to become a true slut?"
Grylor nodded hesitantly.
"Good. Star, open the door. Grylor is ready for his close up, Mr. Deville."
Star nodded and strode to the door, shoving it open. The bright light from the room illuminated the darkened booths, and several furs held their paws up to their muzzles, shielding their eyes from the unexpected shine. When the door did not shut, there was grumbling, hesitation, then finally, recognition from the wanton masses. The lumps of irregular shadows stirred, squirmed, and shuffled their way to the open doorway, peering inside.
That's when the floodgates burst wide open, and there was a virtual stampede to get into the room. Rin stood back, arms crossed, shaking his muzzle. Star lost count and gave up. Mycaelis hit record.
The first fur to get into the room was a lanky cheetah, who threw off his clothes and jumped onto Grylor's back in a blur of liquid motion. He shoved his half hard kitty cock in the lupine's ass and went to town, screeching and hissing. Grylor groaned as he felt the first violation pierce his insides, the cheetah's paws latched firmly on his shoulders for support as he banged away at his bound latex form.
The next one in was a slim gazelle, who bounded into the room and skidded on his hooves in front of Grylor, not bothering to even take of his clothes. Instead he unzipped his fly and grabbed Grylor's muzzle, shoving it down upon his tip of his erection. From the way this gazelle muzzle fucked the wolf, one might never suspect he was an accountant and by nature, a gentle grazer. Grylor groaned into the herbivore cock as he got split between two of natures most primal adversaries. They were most certainly doing it to him like they do on the Discovery channel.
Both bounces balked as a stocky female hyena jumped onto the room, skidding across the polished black tile floor on her soft stomach and ample breasts. She came to a stop underneath the X and whipped her muzzle up to lap at the hardened, exposed wolf cock, her hip length, dread locked, magenta head fur snapping like small whips. Both Rin and Star looked to Mycaelis, who shrugged.
"Cum one, cum all."
Rin and Star smirked to each other, then to the growing crowd in the room. So far the first three furs had created an African ambiance to the spectacle. Grylor Gone Wild indeed. All this happened in the span of less than ten seconds.
The cheetah didn't last very long, and from the way he carried on, screeching and pumping his blurring kitty cock into Grylor's ass, it wasn't a surprise. The world's fastest feline upheld his title as he yowled out, eyes clenched in orgasm, before the fur behind him ripped him away, his feline meat still spurting his thick cream all over Grylor's latex ass.
"Excuse me Bloke, you're double parked," said the tall, muscular fox as he kindly redirected the cheetah to the floor. The fox's blue jeans dropped to his black furred ankles as he ran his dripping fox meat underneath Grylor's furry balls before slipping his tapered tip into the pre-stretched, well lubed fuck hole. "Thanks Gent, I'll take him from 'ere." The British body building fox smirked down to the cheetah, who still kicked and spasmed on the floor.
The gazelle was about to blow his load before a feral growl behind him made him leap back in fear. The half hiss half growl came from a gigantic badger, who gripped Grylor's head and shoved his huge girth into Grylor's muzzle. Grylor flopped around, choking as the huge meat cut off his throat's airway, and the badger's razor sharp teeth gleamed in a sick way as his hips bucked relentlessly. Grylor's teeth scraped across the badger's slick flesh on instinct, and the badger hissed, emptying his huge balls into the lupine's stomach.
Other furs crowded around Grylor, stripping off their clothes, stroking their cocks, impatient. Some were content with just blowing their load all over the latex covered, writhing form. Two furs reached for the female hyena, but she whirled around like lightning and snapped at their paws, growling so fiercely that even the badger flinched. The naked masses took a collective step back.
Whoa.
The hyena, now turned around, wasted no time in shoving her skirt down and impaling herself onto Grylor's underage, virgin meat. Grylor gave a stifled cry as his organ sank into her puffy sex, the sensation coming as a complete shock to him. Mycaelis smiled, a tear rolling down his furry cheek. His son was such a trooper. Grylor's training would soon come to an end, and then he would become the ultimate pet slut.
The hyena panted out as she thrust back again and again on Grylor's wolf cock, her magenta eyes lit with crazed lust. The fox gripped Grylor's hips and bucked into him, his fox knot sinking deep into the wolf, bumping against Grylor's prostrate repeatedly. The fox gave a groan as he tied the wolf, his thick fox seed filling Grylor's bowels, mixing with the cheetah's own cream. The hyena's fleshy walls clamped down on the wolf's sex as her orgasm tore through her, and she barked out, yipped as she rode it out on the helpless, teenage wolf. Grylor cried out as the fox knot ground against his prostrate, and the double penetration in his ass and on his shaft made his whole body shudder as his own orgasm ripped out deep inside of him, filling the hyena's sex with his seed.
Seeing spots open, other furs jostled each other for access to the cum-splattered latex lupine. A crocodile shoved the fox out of the way, ripping his knot from Grylor's ass. Grylor screamed out in pain seconds before thick reptilian cock plowed into his already sore insides. The crocodile gave a guttural, almost alien groan as his dry scaled form slid up and down the latex body. It felt like a reverse condom.
A zebra took position in from of Grylor, the ring in Grylor's muzzle only able to accommodate the girth of the wild equine's blunt cock tip. The thick muscles of the zebra's thighs bulged, and he whinnied out his frustration. Grylor, the cum-slut that he was, ran his long lupine tongue around the blunt tip, flicking it back and forth with the flat of his tongue. The stripped equine gripped the upper arms of the X supporting Grylor, and he threw his head back in pleasure, need.
Grylor snaked the tip of his agile tongue into the zebra's slit, parting the glans, and shoved it as far inside the urethra as it would go. Mere words alone could not describe how good that felt to both Grylor and his frustrated stallion. Grylor was rewarded soon after with a virtual geyser of horse seed, and he tried his best to swallow all of it, most flying past his face to coat the crocodile. The crocodile groaned out from the erotic act and ran his webbed, scaled digits up his cum covered scales.
A coon crawled underneath the dazed, panting hyena to lap at the juncture of their sexes, seeking the cream dripping down between them. He stroked his rock hard coon cock as he slurped away, and the female hyena saw the opportunity and took the coon meat into her maw, sucking on the short, slick flesh pole. The rest of the furs in the room looked at that and then each other. There was a moment's pause before they gripped, grasped, stroked, and fucked one another. Grylor had inadvertently set off a massive orgy, and soon abandoned clothes, splotches of male cum, and drips of female cream covered the room's entire black tiled floor.
Mycaelis wiped off a splotch of cum that errantly flew into the camcorder's lens. Rin and Star gawked at the spectacle before them, then to look each other up and down. For a moment they regarded each other, before snorting and turning back to crowd, arms folding in unison.
As. If.
Mycaelis checked the battery life and amount of tape left in the camcorder. Two hours. Not enough, but it would have to do. He glanced at the mass of writhing furs and smiled as the manager meandered into the room, stalking, weaving his way through the frantic orgy, before he came up to Mycaelis.
"Your deposit does not cover a clean up this extensive." The obsidian panther said, crossing his arms, ignoring the gutter coyote attempting to hump his leg and stain his business suit.
"I think I can manage to find the extra money somewhere," Mycaelis said with a grin as he leaned on his camcorder and patted it with a gentle paw, "First, I have to take care of some business." Rin stepped over to listen into the conversation, leaving Star to guard the expensive bondage assets in the room, which received a lot of use at the moment. Mycaelis continued. "I need to find a trouble maker, who had caused my little family much disgrace. And when I find him I will teach him his place."
"You mean the wolf at the bar?" the panther inquired, "He comes around here once in a while. He's a rough patron, very reclusive, hard to find."
"Ohhh I know who can find him," Rin butted in, growling, "Sometimes the best way to find trouble is to go look for trouble." He nodded to the door, indicating to Mycaelis to follow him, and soon they made their way up the secret stairway to the janitor's closet on the main dance floor of club. Rin nodded to the bouncer on duty in the closet and lead Mycaelis out to the main dance floor, the air thick with mist and whirling laser lights.
They wormed their way through the throngs of ravers cheering on a sleek female white tiger dancing on stage to a remix of "Sweet Dreams" by the Eurhythmics, and eventually came to an occupied booth. There, a fox in leather pants and a silk gamer's shirt who looked a lot like Cliffy B, made out with a short coyote with glasses and a backwards MIT baseball cap. The two furs looked up at the newcomers, and stopped molesting each other for the time being.
"What the hell do you want, Rin?" Dev said with a smile, "Zeke here is sick and tried of your lame macho bullshit. You better stay back, or this 'yote might tear into you. I've seen him in action." Dev licked the side of Zeke's cheek and laughed.
"Come on Dev, stop playing," Zeke giggled and pushed Dev out of the booth, "Go see what Eden wants for the next round of drinks, he's going to be parched when he gets off stage. As Dev gave him a final kiss and squirmed out of the circular booth, Rin and Mycaelis took their seats.
"Seriously Rin, what do you want?" Zeke said, looking over Mycaelis with a dubious, distrustful stare.
"This patron is looking to track some one down ... I think the punk ass calls himself Two Skins." Rin replied with deadpan delivery. He nodded over to Mycaelis to take the time to redo his wrist cuffs to perfection.
"I want to know everything about this fur. I want to know his full name, where he works, what he eats, how he sleeps, and which side of the bed he gets up on in the morning. Do I make my needs clear, or shall I sketch you a diagram?" Mycaelis said as he wiped off an errant strand of cum from his right sleeve before finally looking up at the computer crackin' coyote.
"This sort of business isn't cheap," Zeke said in thought, adjusting the wire framed glasses on his muzzle with a paw tip. "That level of detail is going to cost you ..."
"Oh trust me, money is no object," Mycaelis said as he gave his trademark toothy, predatory grin, "Especially when it comes to Taking Care of Business ..."
**\~ Fin Part II \~**
So was that Gangbang scene over the top? I can never tell! \*Gives a mad, insane cackle\* Seriously, if any furs are wondering, I used a furry generator ([http://www.seventhsanctum.com/gens/furrygenetiks.html](http://www.seventhsanctum.com/gens/furrygenetiks.html)) to generate up random furs as they were needed. So any similarities (aside from a certain boar) between your characters, living, dead , or undead, are entirely coincidental. Yes I totally stole that from An American Werewolf in London. And yes that 'Scene Missing' inclusion was intentional, as that will become a separate story at a later date. It's also a reference to the NIN video: Closer.
Thanks for everyone who took the time to write to me about Part I. I had no idea that such a taboo story would garner so much praise. Who knows when the final part of this series rolls out, as I have three different story threads beating down my door. I'd like to give a shout out to all the insane, wild furs I met at the Hopkins, Minnesota furmeet in the middle of March '06. Hope to see you all again soon!
:love: Eldyran
Keywords: M/M, Wolf, Various Species, Gangbang, Incest, Virgin, Cross dressing, BDSM, Master/Pet | FSE |
Title: sacrice 1 by RavenVenice
Tags: Bondage, Crossdressing, Diapers, Dragon, M/M, Slavery, Tigerwolf
Koeh and Vain created by: Kenshin Talian Story written by: Raven Venice
I groaned as I raised my head, the movement making my head hurt, my blue feline eyes half open as I tried to figure out where I was and what had happened, though it didn't help that my body was numb and the only thing I could feel was the pounding in my skull. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breathes, grunting as pins and needles starts sliding over my body as more of my body woke up from it's sleep, causing me to growl in annoyance, I tried to stand up, grunting as I found that neither my legs nor my wrists were moving, when I suddenly realized I was kneeling against a tree...which I couldn't have fallen asleep like that naturally...I slowly opened my eyes and tried to look behind me but all I could see was the tree, as it was blocking the view to my wrists.
I continued to growl, surveying myself, making sure I wasn't hurt in any other way besides the fact that it was obvious my wrists and ankles were bound together behind the tree, which was making my arms hurt from being forced to sit in such an awkward position, the next thing that came to my mind was that I really needed to pee...and that there was something soft and cottony that was obviously NOT underwear. I slowly moved my head down, to keep from jolting the feeling of nails being driven into my head from reoccurring to find that there was a diaper taped shut around my waist, the design depicting baby stuff like bears and cartoon characters, with a pair of what appeared to be dark tinted plastic pants. I shuddered and tried to work my claws into my restraints, finding that to be a vain attempt as they were metal chains and leather cuffs, which meant my claws would be useless, and the tree was blocking me from attacking with my teeth. I grunted and closed my eyes, trying to remember how I had gotten into this position, my brain only returning fuzz.
I grunted and relaxed my body the best I could, wondering if whom ever had captured me had maybe left the restraints loose enough for me to slip out of, finding that to be another wasted idea, I grunted and started yelling for help, not knowing how deep into the woods I really was. A deep but silky voice spoke above me, the creature taunting me as I started to look up on hearing the voice. "No use crying out for help my tiger wolf friend, your within my nest, and nobody comes anywhere close to here without my permission. And anyways, the town won't help it's 'sacrifice'." The green dragon said with a chuckle as he laid on a tree branch, his tail wrapped around the trunk, his back and front paws loosely wrapped around the branch he sat on. I almost wondered why the branch wasn't breaking under his weight. "And be quiet, I'm trying to sleep at the moment. I will take care of you later."
I glared at him as I struggled in my restraints, fighting with my bladder not to release as I howled in fury. "At least get me out of this infernal thing! I'm not a baby!" I yelled at him, which only made him laugh as I continued to struggle. Of course that was in vain, the restraints being dragon made and impossible to break. I closed my eyes and blushed in humiliation as I lost the battle with my bladder, a loud hissing sound coming from the diaper as my bladder emptied into it, turning the cotton into a pool of wet hot mush against my sheath. I whimpered as I fought back tears of humiliation, The dragon only smiling as he watched. I grunted and stopped fighting, realizing it was all in vain, at the moment I was in the dragon's control, and just had to wait for my opportunity to escape.
After my bladder finished emptying the dragon laughed and rolled off the tree branch to land in front of me, he began rubbing the wetness against my groin. "Awww did the baby wet himself? To bad the diapers are in my cave and your all tied up and can't go change yourself...not that I would let you. So does the baby have a name?" I only growled in response, trying to pull away from the dragon's touch. "Aww the baby doesn't like his diapers? To bad he isn't potty trained..."
"What do you mean not potty trained? I'm not a little baby! I'm 25 years old and I command you to release me right this minute!" I said, staring the dragon in the eye. He only laughed and slipped a messenger bag over his head and foraged inside, pulling out a dragon scale collar and matching leash. I struggled to try and keep him from putting the collar around my neck in vain, shuddering as I heard a lock click into place behind my neck, the leash clipping onto the solid metal ring on the front.
"Well, hmm. How about no? Oh and you can call me Master or Daddy Vain." He said as he released my wrists and pressed me down onto the forest floor with a foot, holding me down as he wrapped my arms and upper body up in a quick rope harness that forced my arms up high on my back, he then undid my legs, dropping the chains and cuffs in his messenger bag, holding onto the leash in one set of talons, he helped me to my feet. I growled some as I struggled to get away from the dragon and out of the rope' embrace, as he started to walk deeper into the woods. "If you don't wish to walk I can easily drag you through these woods if you would prefer." He said with a challenging hiss to his voice. I grunted in annoyance but started to walk, humiliated with the way the diaper and plastic pants crinkled with each step and knowing there was nothing I could do about it.
We arrived at his cave a while later, where he tied the leash to a post implanted into the ground, which forced me to stand with my back parallel to the ground or kneel. He came back with a rope, tying one end to the front of the rope harness, he dragged the other end between my legs, pulling it up tightly between my legs so it pressed the diaper more against my body, the rope between my legs braided into multiple bumps, he tied the other end to my arms. I growled and struggled, stopping quickly when I realized that when my arms moved even a little bit it would cause the bumps to press up into me. Vain smiled as he bent down to look at me eye to eye. "Comfortable I hope. Well actually I don't care. The little blue foxes around your tail are really cute and this position makes them all that more enjoyable. Now, the rules of this game are very simple. If you want to be put into a clean diaper and out of this position, all you have to do is tell me your name. Every fifteen minutes I will come back and add something to make this even more uncomfortable for you, ranging from a gag to making it so you can no longer bend your knees or making you stand with your legs spread. And to start we'll go with something simple." Vain said as I watched him pull out a muzzle guard with a small bar at the base of the muzzle. I bit down my teeth, trying to keep them shut to make it hard to slip the device onto my head. He only smiled and slid it into place, locking the first of the straps behind my head and under my chin, then grabbed the sides of my muzzle, pinching down on the jaw bone, causing me to yelp in pain, the bar sliding in place at the back of my maw. He then finished buckling the straps, so that I had leather bands going around my muzzle, between my eyes, and around my head to hold it securely in place. He then patted my head, causing me to growl, then walked off.
The first fifteen minutes passed, my jaw He asked if I was ready to tell him my name yet, which only got him a growl, So he slipped behind me, forcing my left leg to fully straighten, he then slid a leather band above and below my knee, 2 small wooden slabs locking my knee straight, he did the same to the other leg, forcing me to stay in a standing position. I grunted, figuring that wasn't to bad, when I felt the coolness of metal touch the tip of my tail, then slide down to the base as he slipped a metal tail ring down it. I grunted as I tried to lower my tail, finding the ring kept me from lowering it to cover myself completely, only the tip would cover now.
I closed my eyes and whined, my arms and jaw aching as I waited for the next fifteen minutes. I was tired of being in this position, feeling way to vulnerable and exposed, and the wet mush was cold and gooey now, making it more uncomfortable as the knots in the rope pressed it against me. As he came back I grunted at him, my bladder emptying again into the already wet diaper, filling it more. He smiled as he petted my head. I growled at him, which he only laughed at. He asked if I was ready to tell him my name yet and I whined in frustration but nodded. He unbuckled the straps, removing the muzzle guard. "My name is Koeh...I am a tiger wolf...now please...just let me go." Vain laughed as he put the stuff away, leaving me with the crotch rope and harness, the diaper still pressing it's warm goo against me.
"How do I know that if I let you go you won't run?" He said with a chuckle as I stood there, collared, leash draped down over my front, intricate knots on my chest, back, and wrists, a rope pushing up between my legs, I could only whimper in response. He shrugged as he took the leash and forced me to walk to his nursery, a room filled with adult baby gear, he closed the door behind us, the lock resoundingly clicking in place. I knew I couldn't run as he untied me, removing the leash, he looked at me and smiled. "One thing you will learn here is that I like my captives to be girly boys. You have a choice right now, to either be padded or show off your girly side." He said as he motioned toward a set of toys and a pink/black striped shirt. I groaned, figuring that dressing up as a girl would be less humiliating then being diapered, I started toward the shirt. I slid it on, adjusting the pitch of my voice to be more feminine, as I grabbed a canine dildo. I sat it on the floor, adjusting my somewhat long hair so it was less masculine, I kneeled down, adjusting the toy as I noticed it was self lubricating, I moaned as the tip penetrated into my tail hole, my tail flicking some as I spread my legs more to slide lower on the toy.
I blushed, shuddering and moaning as I slid down to the rubber knot, my moaning sounding like a virgin girl, my actions maintaining a girlishness to them as I started to ride the shaft above the knot, squealing in surprise as I accidentally shot the knot into me, the pain of being stretched so wide without practice causing my member to throb for attention as I continued sliding up and down the knot. Vain smiled as he sat down to watch, obviously enjoying the show as I rested one hand on the ground to stabilize myself, my other paw going toward my mouth as I continued going, gasping and moaning with every movement.
Vain smiled as he continued watching, the way he was enjoying this scaring me a little, but I had dressed up as a girl a few times as a favor to friends, as I suddenly let out a slow moan followed by a few quiet squeals of pleasure as my shaft erupted, spraying the air with my seed, all but the base of the toy disappearing into me as I stayed kneeling, panting and moaning, even after the orgasm was finished. Vain stood up, his shaft clearly visible outside the sheath, the dragon member tipped with barbs, ridged along the shaft, and complete with a knot near the base as he stepped toward me. I closed my eyes and blushed deeper. He bent down and lifted my chin, resting the tip of his shaft against my lips. "Your such a good little girl...now show me how well you can suck." He said, gasping as the tip suddenly disappeared into my mouth. I knew better then to bite if I ever wanted to get out of here...but instead to go along with his wishes and try to avoid the worst situations the best I could as my head bobbed along his shaft, my tongue working at the shaft and head.
I had never tasted dragon cum before, but as it shot down my throat I realized it wasn't as bad as I expected, though the barbs stung slightly as they tried to lock themselves inside my mouth. I slid back after he had stopped cumming, a little bit of cum stringing out between us, I purred at him and smiled some "Did I do good Master Vain?" I asked in a silky voice. He smiled and tossed me a pair of panties. I grunted some as I popped off the toy, I stood up, using a nearby cloth to clean myself up, I slipped the lingerie on, adjusting it to fit more comfortably, the little bow glittering slightly in the light. "As my captive slave, you will always either be a girly boy or a baby girl, no matter what you may think. You will learn to act like one, and I expect your voice to stay at a girly pitch for the duration of your slavery. Any disobedience will be dealt with severely. And thanks to the collar around your neck you will not be able to leave my territory, the moment you walk outside of it you will fall into a slumber. Now come to bed and show me your girly charms in bed." He said with a smile as he led the way to his bedroom, where he waited for me. I slipped onto the bed and started moving my tail and ass seductively, the purple panties showing the curves of my ass, along with the bulge of cock and balls between my open legs. I was nervous about letting him take me, never have being with one of his kind I didn't know what to expect, but I continued to try and entice him into taking me. After a short time I felt another weight on the bed, followed by sharp talons carefully sliding the panties down away from my ass to expose my tail hole, a tongue brushing up against the ring. I moaned and shivered in pleasure as his tongue slickened the outer ring and danced against the inner ring. His tongue was large and rough, but pleasurable as it teased my inner workings, after he had lubed me up with his spit, my tail hole glistening with saliva, he adjusted himself and pressed his member-head against my opening, ignoring my squeals of pain from being stretched and the barbs scraping against me as he slipped in, his strokes hard and fast, my shaft bouncing inside the cloth trap of panties, my claws popping as they broke the surface of the sheets and slid back out.
I groaned in bestial pleasure as he slammed his knot into me, grinding his way deeper into me, my shaft throbbing and threatening to cum. I moaned and shuddered, panting out in a small voice "I'm...Ima...I'm going to cum..." He only grunted and continued driving home, my tail hole suddenly pulsing around his shaft as my cum shot into the panties, pooling and seeping through as his own shaft spasmed, spewing hot seed into my sore ring. I howl-purred as I felt the warm seed filling me, pushing it's way deeper into me with each pulse, his knot locking it in me. He wiggled some, then pulled out his somewhat softer knot out of my tail hole, cum dribbling from my hole as I collapsed on the bed. He picked me up, not evening seeming to have been affected by the sex, and laid me down me on my back, sliding leather cuffs onto my wrists and ankles, he padlocked them shut, cuffing each ankle to the corresponding wrist.
I wondered what he was doing, whimpering in slight fear as he locked a spreader bar between my wrists, then slid leather mittens over my paws, locking them in place and zipping them shut. He then blindfolded me, sliding a ball muzzle guard into my mouth, I struggled in vain, now worried about what was happening as I felt a small metal dome slipped over my sheath, hearing a click as something was locked around the outer edge of my sheath and under my balls. I groaned and wiggled, trying to figure out what was going on when he suddenly drove himself back into my tail hole, my gagged squealing falling on deaf ears as he took me hard, my member trying to harden and finding itself cut short by the dome, the pain causing me to cry out.
He came again, this time laying with himself inside me, he began to tease me, his paws caressing my exposed balls, which caused me to cry out more as I tried to get rid of the chastity device, whimpering in fear and frustration as his hard shaft was nestled inside me, seeming to have no plans of softening, his knot harder then rock as he seemed to be purposely pulling at my tail hole with it, stretching me out before pushing back in before his knot was fully out. After a while he finally slipped out, his shaft to soft to tease me with, he left me on the bed, I whimpered as I couldn't hear anything, I wondered where he had gone to.
He left me there for what seemed a lifetime, finally coming back and releasing the bonds, he led me to the main room, where there was a highchair with wrist and ankle restraints waiting. He helped me into the highchair, securing my wrists and ankles down, he slid the table into place. He then sat down a plate full of food on the table, coming toward me with a glass jar and a spoon. I blinked as the ball gag was removed, rolling my jaw some. I stared at the bottle, realizing it was baby food I shook my head. "You aren't serious! Please...no..." I whined, finding it to be in vain as he sat down and began spoon feeding me. I resisted for a while, but gave in, gagging on the terrible taste, some of it dripping down my front to his amusement.
"Aww the whittlee baby is getting his food all over hisself..whittlee baby can't do anything by himself...he needs his big strong master Vain to take good cares of him...i guess the wittal baby needs his diapers soon to..." I only whimpered in response, to humiliated by everything that was happening, only thankful it was getting dark now, and I knew he had to sleep eventually...if I was lucky I might be able to escape then. After he finished feeding me and eating himself, he picked me up and took me back to his nursery. He stepped in, and grabbed a couple of things, which I couldn't see, then led me to another room, this room having a huge bed with white sheets and pink pillows, the walls painted bright pink. The bed's headboard had ropes tied to the corners, with 2 leather cuffs on each rope. He handed me a pink and white shirt and a pair of socks, which I slipped into. He then had me lay down on the bed spread eagle, where he cuffed my wrists and moved the lower cuffs to the side, he then pulled out a thick pink diaper and a diaper cover. The diaper cover was brown/white with a teddy bear head and hearts on the front. He slipped it under me, then pulled the front flap up, connecting the small hooks on the back flaps to the front of the diaper. He then had me put my ankles under me, locking them into the second set of cuffs so that my legs were spread under me. He finished the outfit with a pacifier muzzle guard and smiled some as he looked at me, the position forcing me to thrust my hips up some, showing off the bear on the front.
He then left, closing and locking the door behind him, I wiggled into a more comfortable position the best I could and tried to sleep, knowing he wasn't dumb enough to leave the cuffs loose enough for me to escape from. When I woke up the next day, I grumbled and rubbed my eyes, glad that the ropes were at least long enough to do that much, my bladder emptying into the cloth diaper, since I knew it wasn't worth fighting with it at the time, I waited for him to come back, looking around the room. There was little to look at, though it was clearly a girl room, the walls painted pink, the closet door open, showing off an assortment of girly clothes ranging from baby to teen designs. After a while the door opened and Vain came in with a cup of coffee in his talons, he sipped and smiled some as he looked down at me. "Ah, my baby Koeh is awake I see. Did you sleep well?" I nodded some as he removed the pacifier/muzzle combo, he then released my feet, which I slid out from under me and stretched them, purring as the muscles tensed and relaxed, I then took a closer look at what he was wearing, trying not to laugh as I saw he was wearing footed pajamas. They were blue with little clouds covering them, though he seemed to be quiet used to wearing them as he scratched his groin, a faint crinkling sound emanating. I raised an eyebrow, and even though I was a bit afraid, I asked a question. "Eh...Master Vain...are you...wearing a diaper?" I asked almost timidly. He laughed and nodded some as he slipped a talon into the diaper I was wearing, checking for wet and mess.
"Yes I am my little girl. Though why is my own business and it would do you well not to dig into it, for your own personal safety. The last slaves to try and get that information out of me met a most unwanted fate." I whimpered, not wanting to know as he slid the diaper off and replaced it with a disposable, the bright pink covering everything but the little teddy bears. He then untied me and helped me to my feet, leading me into the kitchen where he let me have a normal breakfast. After we ate he told me to follow him, where he led me down to the basement, which was as a huge padded room split into different parts. The first part he took me to showed a wall of reptiles, covered head to foot in rubber, their ankles, legs, writs, arms, and necks were held in place by rubber straps, the suits having zippers for the muzzle and shaft. I looked at him wondering why he was bringing me here when he smiled and unlocked one of them. He then helped the rubber coated dragon to the middle of the room, where the dragon stood. "Look closely at this dragon. See how his entire body is coated with rubber? This is the fate of those who try to run from me. My personal rubber dolls to use as I please." He said as he unzipped the muzzle, he then forced the dragon's mouth open, to show that it was also coated in rubber, only leaving tiny breathing holes and a stretchable ring. "They can be used anally and orally, plus their member, encased in rubber, can also be used for any pleasure I desire. Care to try?" I shook my head. He smiled and nodded as he locked the dragon back up against the wall.
He then led me into another room, a yellow reptilian hung from the ceiling, supported by leather straps, his ankles spread by a spreader bar, his chest encased in a rubber straightjacket, his wrists in front of him. He was wearing a collar with a muzzle guard attachment, his mouth enclosed over a bulb that seemed to be have a tube leading down the back of his throat. "This device is one of my favorites, as the bulb contains 2 tubes, one leading to the lungs, the other to the stomach, where it provides nutrients and continuous water. This water of course is controlled so that his stomach doesn't explode, but causes him to need to use the bathroom very often." around the lizards waist was a diaper, bulging from needing a change, the lizard's eyes closed and it was obvious he was crying. He had me help him lower the lizard down, laying him on the floor, I was forced to change the lizard's diaper, then we hoisted him back up. I shuddered, realizing what I was being shown.
The next and final room we went into had a hedgehog tied on his side to a table wearing a mask with a tube leading into his maw, his ankles and wrists cuffed to the table, a device strapped to his waist with his shaft sticking out into a wide tube that was designed to catch and store the seed and piss as they left his body, to be fed into a machine that stored the cum in one bottle and the piss in another. The piss bottle was connected to the oral tube, the cum tube disappearing into his ass, his cum forming a pool around his tail hole, a wolf wearing a rubber apron attending to him. "All my slaves, even those that try to escape, are kept nourished and watered...though they spend their time in eternal punishment, depending on my mood. This one was one I was feeling I would be nice to. And each of them is given a care taker who makes sure they are in good health. And this room is always being changed to adapt to the new slave who tries escape." I whimpered, knowing why he was showing me this, suddenly wondering if escape would be worth it as the hedgehog looked at me with pleading eyes. I looked at Vain and whimpered, begging him to take me from this place. He smiled and nodded as he led me back upstairs. As I walked up the stairs I knew that nothing he had planned for me could match the tortures I had seen down there, though I still did not want to find out what awaited for me at the end of the day.
End Of Chapter | FSE |
Title: Another job by vore_wolf
Tags: M/M, Mouse, No-Yiff, Vore (soft), Wolf
Nyn shut the hotel door behind him and shook the knob to make sure it was locked. He had told the maid to wait for one day before coming in to change the sheets. It hadn't taken much to convince her that he was here on a honeymoon and that he didn't want interrupted. Walking down the hall he stopped at a trash can and pulled out his wallet. Looking at his driver's license he grinned at the picture staring back at him. The wolf in the picture had brown fur and blue eyes. Glancing from his fake ID to his grey paws he tossed the ID in the trash followed by a pair of blue contacts. Hefting his luggage bag unto his shoulder he stepped into the waiting elevator and began his decent to the lobby.
In the lobby he stood by the main door until an overweight otter in a trench coat came in. He followed the creature to the snack bar and ordered a drink. "Hot in here ain't it?" The otter asked. Nyn gave him a sideways glance "Like the sun in July" The otter raised his drink, downed it, and walked away. Nyn finished his drink then dropped a ten on the counter, grabbing his bag, and grabbing the bag the otter left he walked away.
After catching a cab and then a plane Nyn settled into the seat of his car and drove back to his home. Well maybe home wasn't the right term. Nyn stepped into a perfectly white living room. Locking the door he didn't bother to take off his shoes. Marching straight across the room he went to the thermostat changing the temperature to 13 degrees, then 98 degrees, and then 26 degrees. To his right a solid oak gun case sank back into the wall in response to his coded command. As the cabinet withdrew into the wall it revealed a winding stair case. Quietly descending them to his basement Nyn let the door seal shut behind him. As his feet hit the bottom step the lights clicked on showing a square white washed room with three doorways. Walking to the first door on the right Nyn pushed it open and threw in his bag. Taking the otter's bag with him Nyn keyed his way into the middle door and flicked on the lights, on the far wall was a blank computer screen with a keyboard and mouse held in front of it by a glass sheet which was attached to the wall by a curved chrome beam. Rather modern looking, if he did say so himself. Settling into a chair Nyn rolled himself over to the computer monitor and taped in his password. The screen flickered on with the face of a large lion who was obviously mad. "Where have you been wolf you were supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago?!" Nyn grinned he was easily five minutes ahead of schedule, but more than willing to play this little game. "Your agent offered me a drink I couldn't resist." The lion's lips curled back. "He did what?!" Nyn saw the lion look off screen. There was a dull thud and a brief yelp before the lion looked back to him. He had only to glance at the grin on Nyn's face to know "He did no such thing did he wolf?" "No, of course not, but maybe next time you won't accuse me of being late." The lion gave him a tired look "Its always the same with you isn't it. Oh well, you at least did the job didn't you?" "Yes" Nyn replied "There's one less mouse out there to bother you now." "Good, I assume you took care of the evidence?" Yes, there will be no body recovered, as usual." The lion shook his head "I'll never understand you wolf, no name, no family, no bodies. Not that I'm complaining. Your work is perfect, but one day I'll figure you out, and then I'll walk away from one of these meetings understanding what just happened, for once." "I'm sure you will but it won't be today. I expect my bill has been met?" "Yes, I will have the funds transferred... now." Nyn grinned "Good doing business with you Mr. King." The lion's eyes lit up. "Wait how'd you get that name, who-..." Nyn killed the signal.
Pushing back from the chair he sat the bag down on a small end table and pulled a black wand out of one of the drawers. Waving it across the otter's bag he gave a relived sigh and put the wand back in the drawer and shut it. No bomb this time. He really needed to be more careful when dealing with someone like King. Unzipping the bag he pulled out a bound pile of fifty dollar bills. Checking the rest of the bag he shoved it away and left the room. Stepping back out into the square room he looked to the stairs that lead back up to his house, or more accurately his cover story. As far as anyone in the neighborhood knew he was a work from home entrepreneur. Which wasn't to far from the truth. Turning to his left Nyn entered the room he had dropped the bag into earlier and flicked the lights on. The room had a large bed, two TVs, and a clothes rack. Walking straight to the clothes rack he grabbed a towel and headed for a door in the back of the room. Stepping through the threshold he entered a small bathroom. A shower stall, a hot tub and a toiled were the contents of the room. Stripping of his shirt and pants Nyn made a straight run towards the shower stall. By the time he got there he was stepping out of his boxers, having left a trail of clothes from the door to the stall. Stepping in he cranked on the water and leaned back against the wall.
As the water ran across him he looked down across his chest. His chest was something to be desired by most men. It was tone and sleek his belly fur just short enough so as to flaunt his physique. His legs were trim from hours of exercise and his arms were equally muscled. His entire upper body would fit into anyone's fantasy, except maybe for the bulge in his six pack stomach.
Ahh yes the matter of Mr. Thomas. The mouse was settling within his stomach and would be gone by morning. He had been hired to make the mouthy mouse go away. Apparently the mouse threatened to blackmail the lion Mr. King. Mr. King, being the lion he was, couldn't handle the thought of his business being brought to its knees by a mouse. That's were he came in. He had received an anonymous e-mail from someone offering him a job. He followed the enclosed directions, met his contact, and returned to his home with a disk covering his objectives and all currently known information on the target. His job had been a rather simple one. He was offered half a million dollars to hush Mr. Thomas and ensure that he told no one of what he knew.
His first action had been to contact his employer and demand the first quarter-million in advance. Afterwards he let himself into Mr. Thomas's home and waited for the anthro-mouse to come home. Mr. Thomas had been rather upset to find him there. If your definition of upset means throwing your arms in the air and screaming down the hall at a full sprint. It had taken almost fifteen minutes to convince the mouse that he wasn't there to kill him and another ten to get him to unlock the bathroom door. Over the next hour he sat and talked with Mr. Thomas about his aspirations to buy every scratch of information that he had on Mr. King. He explained that he worked for one of the companies that Mr. King was about to buy out and that with this information he could save his job. Mr. Thomas had been even more eager to sell the information than he had imagined. They spent some time working out the particulars of their contract, deciding on when, where, and how they would make their transaction. They decided that the easiest way to make the deal would be for Mr. Thomas to rent a room at a local hotel near the airport. They would make their transaction and Mr. Thomas would be able to leave the nation within thirty minutes of receiving his payment. It was the perfect plan. It was the perfect setup.
Nyn arrived at the hotel and checked in with the front desk as Jonathan Field the clerk said that Mr. Thomas was waiting for him and said that he had left a key card for anyone coming by to see him under that name. Moving quickly to Mr. Thomas's room he swiped his card and stepped in. The shower was running so Nyn made himself at home sitting crossed legged on the end of the bed. In a few minutes he was greeted by the image of a towel clad Mr. Thomas. "Are you ready to become a very wealthy man Mr. Thomas?" Nyn inquired from his position behind the mouse. Mr. Thomas nearly dropped his towel at the revelation that he had a guest. "Umm yes Mr. Field. Just as soon as I'm dressed I will tell you anything you want to know. "Well before you dress are there any tapes of pictures you have that I could look over while I wait?" Mr. Thomas seemed to pause and think before pulling the drawer of one of the dressers open and pulling loose a sealed envelope that he had apparently taped to the bottom of the drawer earlier in the day. He tossed the envelope to Nyn and began to search through the drawer for some clothes. "Is this everything Mr. Thomas?" Nyn inquired slipping the envelope into his jacket. Mr. Thomas gave him a yes grunt, turned his back on Nyn reaching for his shirt. Taking that to be his cue he stepped up behind Mr. Thomas and grabbed the mouse firmly by the shoulder. "What are you doing?!" the mouse asked, his voice riddled with fear and concern. Nyn didn't reply, these first few seconds of confusion were critical for his success. Spinning the mouse around he gripped him tight by the shoulders and pulled his gawking preys head into his mouth.
Mr. Thomas did what ay reasonable person would do. He screamed bloody murder. Nyn almost laughed at the realization that the mouse was trying to fight back, but the anthro mouse was so much smaller than himself that he hardly had to hold him still. Transferring his hold from the mouse's shoulders to his forearm he continued to keep the mouse's movements under his control. The screams emanating from his mouth were much too muffled to be of his concern, no one would hear a thing. Noting the time Nyn remembered that this trip was for business, not pleasure. Taking his first gulp he was suddenly rewarded with a new flurry of kicks. It seemed that until now Mr. Thomas hadn't realized just how serious this situation was, but at this point it was too late for last minute realizations. Lifting the mouse into his mouth Nyn slurped noisily on the rodents shoulders, taking as much pleasure in this as he could afford. Tilting forward and letting the mouse's feet gain purchase on the hotel floor he pushed his mouth down over his struggling prey. The mouse's shoulders pushed their way into Nyn's throat and he gave a moan as twin popping noises echoed from his jaws. With the hardest part now behind him, or inside him as it was, Nyn was able to release the mouse's arms and occupy himself with removing Mr. Thomas's towel. He was not at all impressed with what he saw, even taking into effect that the mouse had just left the shower, the mouse was pitiful. He had hoped to have some fun with the mouse but it would be woefully unexciting. Tilting his head back Nyn gulped the mouse again and again. Pulling the mouse in further he ran his tongue across his meals stomach. He moaned as the velvet-soft fur that covered the mouse's belly caressed his mouth. Then pulling the mouse's waist into his mouth he was disappointed to find that the mouse wasn't enjoying the trip to his fleshy tomb. Making a few more gulps he squeezed the mouse's thighs into his throat. Closing his eyes to savor the feeling Nyn pulled all but the tail and feet of the former Mr. Thomas into himself. Reaching back with one jand he found the bed and sat while grinning at the wiggling toes that were all that remained of the mouse. Nyn wrapped his tongue around the waving digits and with one last gulp he pulled the rodent deep into his maw and swallowed. A resounding gulping noise practically echoed off the walls of the small room. The feet of the mouse disappeared from this world, shortly followed by a squirming tail. Nyn lay back on the bed and rubbed the mouse's outline as it slid through him before stopping as a twitching lump in his stomach. Patting the mouse goodnight and giving a burp and drifted off to sleep. Snapping back to the present Nyn stroked the small lump in his gut as the water washed across him. All in all the night had been rather productive. He had managed to raise himself another two hundred and fifty thousand dollars...and save some cash on groceries for the next couple of days. Finishing up his shower Nyn reached for a towel, he wrapped it around his waist and headed back to his bed. Sitting down he began to dry his fur when a beep interrupted him. An automated voice called across a speaker by the door " There is a client on the line sir" Grinning Nyn stood and wrapped the towel around himself once again. "This night may get more productive yet"
By: Vore\_wolf [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection)
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Rudy was one of the honoured servants of Lady Donna and Lord Blitz. Normally his duties was pretty standard stuff, the most exciting being escorting her in public- making sure the plebs knew their place and fell to the wayside for her. Tonight though a very special task had rotated to him. Donna was fairly shy, and always took rules seriously, so Rudy would have to be careful not to outwardly show his enthusiasm for the task at risk of displeasing her. Rudy was scrawny but quite tall, not one to stand out usually. Donna however... a beast to behold.
Donna was a reindeer woman, and since it was winter her huge antlers were grown in full. They lived in an estate to the far north so it beame too cold in the winter for most couriers to handle- being a reindeer however, Donna was immune to the cold. Her entrence was announced by a blast of frigid air as she came in the front doors. The click of her hooves on the stone floors built anticipation in Rudy. Her broad nose dipped toward her mouth giving it a bit of a triangular look to it. Most of the fur on her body was so dense but fine you could not tell it was fur at all- except her neck and her fetlocks which were giantly fluffy and thick. Several tongs of her antlers had rings slipped on them in decoration, all with uncut gemstones facing outward like crystal thorns. When her leaf shaped ears shifted around it made a gentle jingling sound from her sleigh bell earings. Another attendant rushed to her side to take her coat and guide her to her seat to start brushing her huge mane of fur, keeping her long neck fur soft and fluffy. Normally Rudy was doing that, but tonight he got a better job. He got down on his knees and gently took her leg in his hands, he was in charge of her hooves tonight. They smelled cold, and slightly earthy like subtle fresh soil. The cloven hooves were fairly broad, and protected from chipping on frozen stones and sharp ice by her special shoes. Her shoes framed the edges of her hoof as ornate golden filigree. Rudy carefully slipped them off exposing her bare hoof to him, as he dropped the golden shoes into a special cleaning mixture that started to softly fizz as it corroded the dirt off.
He softly ran his thumb over the surface of the hoof to feel for any imperfections, feeling a few minor nicks in the surface. They were so narrow and womanly, yet holding it in his hand he could easily feel the power. She could pull sleighs in snow too high for most people to even walk in- if she wanted to, she could kick a hole straight through his rib cage. Her legs were toned and smooth, their contours not at all obscured by the very fine fur. Her broad hips swayed in time with her steps and her round butt cheeks took turns enticing arousal. The bushy wisp of fur that was her tail crowned it all. But her hooves were the real crux. Her work depended on her hooves being in good condition, they held her up and were the solid and beautiful foundation of her perfect statuesque legs. The two huge segments in the front, and the adorable little dew claws in the back.
Rudy gently lifted one in his hand, holding a coarse cloth in the other. He softly kissed the hoof and then quickly scrubbed in a circular fashion with the cloth, using the moisture from his lips. The courseness of the cloth would help buff out any scuffs on the surface of the hoof. Donna could feel him working on the hoof, but didn't have to worry about him being too rough- the feeling within the hooves was very non specific. Rudy continued to softly kiss and polish her hooves, making sure to get into the cleft as well. Whenever she glanced away Rudy would dare lick the hoof when she wasn't looking. It felt so solid on his soft tongue. So strong and defined, yet it was the elegant foot of a woman. When it came to her bushy fetlocks, Rudy took out a small prismatic comb carved from a seashell. To keep her fur fluffy, soft, and warm, fine toothed brushes and small combs were needed. The fur was slightly damp- melted snow from having just returned. He combed it using very subtle brushing near the tips, working deeper into the fur with each stroke. With each pass of the comb the fur became less heavy looking and more fluffy.
Rudy took her golden shoes back out, now perfectly glistening again. The liquid was highly corrosive but only to specific things- gold was immune. He slid one in place, marvelling at the beauty of the ornately adorned hoof. When he should have placed the second on he hessitated, tracing the contours of the underside of the hoof. His biggest mistake was touching her actual foot around the top of the hoof- because she could accurately feel that and immediately seen the obsession in his eyes, hardening her brow in reply. Rudy quickly slipped the second shoe in place to finish, but by then it was too late, she had noted the stiff lump in the crotch of his pants. Donna stood, placing her hoof in the middle of his chest as she tood to kick him onto the floor. She lifted her hoof again and placed it firmly down on his crotch. His dick was wedged in the narrow gap between hoof segments, and the outer edges of the hoof threatened to crush either ball. She slid her hoof forward and put a bit more pressure down, immediately taking it off when she seen the damp spot form from him cumming in his pants. She sneared at him andquickly walked away in a huff. The other attendant looked at him nervously and he could only shrug. On the up side she was probably more likely to forget this and not tell Blitz. On the downside, it was also probably going to be a while before Rudy was allowed to tend to her hooves again. | yiff-extreme |
Title: Chapter 4 by DragonMercX4
Tags: Character Development, Doggystyle, Human, M/F, Plot Development, Renamon, Vaginal
Intervention, Chapter 4
Sarah woke up to the sound of a low hum. There was also the sound of wind and music. She decided to listen intently to the music since she could hear her lover singing along to it.
Look again from the heavens, it was easy to tell, It was love from above that would save me from hell, She had fire in her soul, it was easy to see, How the devil himself could be pulled out of me! There were drums in the air when she started to dance, Every soul in the room keeping time with their hands, And we sang,
Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And the voices rang like the angels sing, and they're singing Ay oh ay oh ay oh ay, And we danced on into the night!
(Yes, Santana's Into the Night)
"Hay, you sound just like the man in the background. I'm impressed." Sarah said after hearing the first verse. Jaden chuckled lightly and pet her cheek softly. She leaned into it, surprising them both, and then purred loudly. Sarah couldn't describe what it was about the gentle caress that caused her to lean into it as she had, it just felt relaxing.
Jaden smiled at his lover and thought of what she really was as his expression changed. He had to confront her on it and knew it. There was just the thought that she may be offended at the accusation if it was false. Then again, his operator, Katie, hadn't ever lied to him before. Jaden couldn't help it though, he had to know.
"Sarah, why were you being attacked by that black renomon?" He asked, trying to stay away from his real question until he was sure it was valid.
"I guess I should tell you. I'm probably not who you think I am, Jaden. And, and I hope you don't see me differently after I tell you the truth... That black renomon, he was supposed to be my mate." Sarah told him.
As she did so, Jaden simply nodded through most it, finding what his operator told him to be true. She looked a little frightened at the end of her little confession and that didn't get past Jaden.
"Now let me finish. You were betrothed to him to unify the Renamon of Kitsune valley. It was your mother who proposed the idea that a daughter from the yellow, red, and blue tribes be taken as mates by the eldest sons of the black, or shadow tribe. She picked you to be the one from the blue tribe." Jaden said, leaving Sarah astounded that he knew.
"How?" She asked breathlessly, it was all she could manage.
"You see, I've been one of the one's keeping an eye on that little feud between the tribes because it's a lot like racism here. It made me feel closer, as a human of course, to Digimon. Also, it was a reason to continue the bonding of Digimon to tamers since several government heads have proposed that it be stopped." He continued, taking a turn off an exit ramp. The car, that Sarah just noticed she was in, started to slow.
She was amazed that he knew so much, and couldn't think of anything to say.
"To be honest, I thought that you were just a renamon who one of the lesser shadow renomon had gone after. I didn't know you were who you were." Jaden finished on a down note. He had pulled up to a booth next to a gate. After briefly talking to the man there, the gate opened and Jaden pulled into a garage on the far side of the parking lot, labeled "High Rank Only".
A tear fell from Sarah's eye as she asked "You're going to send me back, aren't you?" As she looked down, Jaden abruptly stopped the car as he released their seatbelts, pulling her onto his lap and into a kiss. The kiss, which was the deepest either of them had experienced, lasted for nearly a minute. Sarah couldn't help but surrender herself to him, and his strong sexy arms, as she purred loudly into the connection at their lips. Her purring increased in volume as a tongue slipped its way into her muzzle and found hers as a hand made its way around the base of her tail, causing her to "yiff" lightly into the kiss.
A woman tapping on the glass of the driver-side window cut it short, however. Jaded looked from his fuzzy lover to the person who so rudely interrupted an intimate moment and his heart sank. It was Katie. Sarah let out a low growl from her position on his lap. The look on Katie's face just screamed 'I have a bone to pick with you!' and he knew what was coming.
"H-hay Katie," Jaden stuttered as he rolled down the window, "I was just coming to see you and..."
"What the hell are you doing Jaden?!" She interrupted him in a scream whilst waving her arms around like it was the end of the world.
"Whatever he wants!" Sarah yelled back at her. This left a blank look on both Katie's face, and on Jaden's.
Jaden then decided to point at Sarah and just go along with it. "What she said." He informed his operator with a smile on his face, poking Sarah lightly and causing her to giggle. He rolled up the window, shutting out a shocked Katie, and pulled into the parking complex. "I can't believe you snapped at her like that." He whispered to her, hunting for his parking spot.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's just that" Sarah started, but was cut off.
"It turned me on." Jaden whispered in her ear, which twitched out of reflex. She growled playfully as a response, still sitting on his lap in a comfortable position.
"Can I fix that for you?" Sarah asked in a mischievous voice, slowly trailing a finger along his muscular chest in an attempt to get him further aroused. The change in his scent, and relaxation of his body, was a clear sign of success for the horny vixen as he began to rub her back with a free hand.
"When we get inside, let's go straight to my privet office. If I lock it and have the "Do Not Disturb" sign up, they won't interrupt our 'privacy'." Jaden replied in as sensual a voice as he could manage. He pulled the car into a space marked "Price" and shut it off. Quickly, as to avoid being caught by Katie, he got out of it with Sarah in his arms, setting her down gently once he had closed the door, locking automatically.
Taking her hand, Jaden pulled them over to the elevator. He pressed a button as the doors opened and a "Ding!" Was heard. He half-expected Sarah to jump again, but she didn't. They stepped in; making sure no one had seen them. Jaden opened a panel on the elevator and revealed a key pad.
He pressed several keys on it. "Please use primary access code." A feminine voice said from the panel. Jaden typed in a short sequence. "Please use auxiliary, class 9 codes." Again, he began to put in the requested. This however, took a little longer. Sarah was amazed at how fast his hands were moving across the keys. "Please enter final access code." The cool voice rang, the elevator moving.
"Final access voice key confirm." Jaden said aloud.
"Voice recognized, hello Captain Price." The voice said calmly addressing him. "Please say the code." It continued.
"Final access code, Serenity." He replied, leaving Sarah surprised that her name was the key. He smiled as he leaned in and kissed her, the door opening.
"Jaden? You dog, I knew you'd find someone eventually." A fat man told Sarah's lover as he clapped his hand on Jaden's shoulder. Releasing his grip on her, he quickly saluted the man, whom was in a strange uniform. "At ease, soldier." The man said as Jaden put both of his arms around his back, a gesture Sarah copied. "Oh, my. She really is something." The man continued looking her over. "Jaden, I'm only going to say this once so remember it. Don't ever let her down." He said, gaining Sarah's respect.
"Sir, yes sir!" Jaden replied, beaming the fat man a wide smile. "Sir, permission to ask a favor, Sir!" He continued.
"Go ahead." The man said, returning the smile to Jaden.
"Sir, I as permission that I be given about twenty minutes with my lover in my privet office, Sir." He asked, looking the apparently important man in the eye. People who had been walking by had been saluting him just had Jaden had.
"Permission granted. Carry on, Captain." The man, that Sarah really liked now, responded. Jaden immediately took Sarah's hand and started down the corridors. She was really confused after a point as they went through turn after turn. Eventually, they came to a door. Jaded put his hand on the pad next to it and another soft feminine voice, in fact it was the same as the elevator's, chimed in.
"Welcome, Captain Price." It rang as they walked in. Sara was going for a ride and Jaden was the one that was going to give it to her. She decided right then and there that she would take him for a mate, and that she would have him claim her.
"We don't have much time, so... Mph!" He started but was cut off by her mouth as it's lips quickly clamped down around his. It was a kiss that he gave into, the response to the breaking of his general will being an intense purring sound emanating from his lover's throat.
Sarah broke away from him and walked over to his almost empty desk, the carpeting of his office feeling good underneath her paws. She quickly moved away what little there was on the desk, making sure it was completely clean before turning to a befuddled Jaden.
"Love, I want you to do something with me. I want you to do something -To- me. Now, I really hope that you are all right with this... I want you as my mate." Sarah said, watching her lover's facial expressions go through a wide array of emotions. At her last words, his eyes went wide, his legs started to shake, and then his face turned white.
"M... Ma-ma, Mate?" Jaden stammered. He knew that the females of Renamon were the dominate sex, hence why their race is referred to as Renamon and not Renomon, but this caught him off guard.
"Too soon?" Sarah asked, hoping she didn't just destroy the relationship that seemed to withstand all opposition. She looked down, her hands folding over one another, her tail coming up between her legs, and her ears pressing flat against the back of her head as a pit formed in the bottom of her stomach.
Jaden could hear Sarah's heart pounding in her chest as she became very nervous while her body betrayed the fact. His own wasn't moving or speaking, no matter how desperately he wanted to shout to the havens \*Oh, god! Oh, god! Yes, yes I do!\* But no matter how hard he tried, his body wouldn't respond. He took a deep breath, becoming relieved that he was slowly gaining control, and though of how to approach the situation slowly after his little freeze up.
"Sam, please lock the room." Jaden said, receiving a series of beeps in return. Sarah closed her eyes tightly, expecting something bad to happen, but instead, was kissed softly on the ridge of her snout. She let out a soft moan as she became turned-on from the gentle contact with her tamer or possible mate, as he still didn't refuse. A pair of hands, sweet caressing hands, made their way around her body, loosening all of joints and her muscles since they tensioned up.
"I accept." Jaden whispered in her ear as he pet one side of her face and lovingly kissed the other. She melted into it, adoring the affectionate ways of her new mate. \*I'm so lucky.\* Was one of the only things to go through her mind as her returned the kiss, but doing so to the side of Jaden's neck, seeking out a sweet spot with great accuracy. He quietly gasped as he pressed himself to her, already going for the zipper of his cargo pants to take them, and the rest of his cloths, off.
"Wait, there's a claiming ceremony. All you have to do is, uh, well, just fuck me senseless." Sarah said as she pulled away and bent over the desk. It was a high desk, enough so that her claws were the only part of her to touch the off-white carpet below. "Give it to me hard, claim me as your mate!" She called over her shoulder to him, thinking he was still where she left him. Sarah gasped loudly as he penetrated her, hilting her steaming hot, wet cunt with one swing, withdrawing immediately only to hilt her, and repeat the process.
She gasped loudly and called out his name on occasion, "Oh, Jaden! Oh, Gods yes, Jaden! Yes, Yes, Yes! Make me your bitch Jaden! Make me your Mate!" She screamed over and over again, as he grasped her haunches firmly and fucked her harder then he knew he could. Again and again, his balls slapped against her clit as his cock rocketed in and out of her cunt, making her howl in pleasure as his pace and force increased significantly.
Jaden felt all reality slipping away until it was just him and his mate, her screaming his name and words that further sped his pace as he began to claw at her hips, not really realizing the higher pitches that brought from Sarah's throat, the increasing moans of pleasure spurring him on to the climax of their lives. That apex they were running at full speed, for that matter, would seal them together as mates for the rest of their lives.
Jaden felt his nose brush against his lover's neck and he began to nip and nibble at the skin that lay just beneath her shining sapphire fur. She instinctively propped herself up on her arms and bent her head forward in submission to the man that was wildly fucking her stretched pussy and bringing her to the edge of ecstasy, to hang over the wall of that cliff and come right back to earth to share in a loving after glow.
Sarah felt her mate's hands make their way around to her chest and begin to pinch and roll the nipples of her size C breasts, effectively forcing her into a silent moan as her mouth hung open over the desk, a little bit of saliva becoming liberated from her maw by gravity as her eyes closed to intensify the building pressure within her body, her cunt convulsing and massaging the length of Jaden's member.
That same pressure was building inside of him as well while he pounded into the vixen that had herself spread out on his desk, her hips coming up with each slam into her now well fucked pussy as it leaked it's precious juices out onto the carpet below, to forever stain it with the proof of their forbidden love.
Sarah began to grind her hips against his as she lightly bucked against him, forcing him deeper then before. In return, Jaden moved his hand down and began to roll his thumb over her clitoris, bringing forth another silent scream of ecstasy while she panted loudly. She began to yipp as his member speared deep into her depths, lung after lunge, sending torrents of pleasure arching through her body.
The tingle of his climax was becoming stronger with each thrust, even as he tried to hold it off, and was soon a blazing need for release within his loins. He began to run off instinct as he pushed his Mate's upper half hard onto the desk, taking full control of her body and making it his while something from the darkness of his consciousness was guiding his actions. He knew what to do next and leant over Sarah's back and bit down on her neck, not enough hard to draw blood, but enough to cause pain.
Sarah was becoming confused as her lover became suddenly violent, but also surprised he knew anything about claming, and submitted to his mouth's grip on her neck. She began to cry out in bliss as the pain mixed with her pleasure and blanked out her already clouding mind. All she could feel was Jaden pounding into her as inch after welcoming inch of his thick maleness was plunged into her abused cunt, only to be withdrawn and leave an empty feeling within her as she waited for his welcomed return to her slick, tight confines.
Each return was fast and hard, exactly as she had asked for, and was stimulating her beyond what she knew. Her moans and howls of pleasure were being torn form her throat as her wanton body took the iron hard tool of her mate as he claimed her for himself and wildly bucked against her, forcing her into the air. Jaden was beginning to grunt from the force of his thrusts into her heated confines, a low and very lustful growl emanating from his body as he increased the pace.
His face was contorting to a picture of pure lust as he fucked his bitch harder then he even wanted to while loosing control and powering his way to an earth shattering climax with each strong thrust of his well muscled hips. Sarah was beginning to feel a burning sensation growing within her as she felt her edge nearing, clamping her sex down on his to speed him up, reaching the desired goal being the only thought either of them could muster.
Jaden threw his head back in an inhuman howl as Sarah did the same. Both of them came hard enough that the desk was shaking underneath of them as they began to spasm from the intensity of their peaks, his cum filling her to the brim and running out from the sides of her stretched pussy as her own cunny almost squirted out onto his thighs. Jaden was still giving his all with short, rapid thrusts, ridding Sarah though her climax, their howls being prolonged from the simple action.
Their howling died down as they sank onto the desk, completely exhausted from their lustful romp. Both were panting heavily as their chests rose and fell hypnotically, their hearts hammering wildly. "Heh, \*Pant\* How wah, was, \*Pant\* that?" Jaden asked, breathless.
"Can't talk, to tired." She replied happily, sighing at the feeling of being filled again. Post-orgasmic tremors were still flowing through them both, sending little jolts of energy through their limp bodies. They were both just willing to stay there like that for then next hour or so, but that was cut short.
"Captain Price, please report to Commander Alexandra's office. Also, just to let you know, we've been re-doing the insulation on your room. It's anything but sound proof. Just so you know." Katie said over the intercom to Jaden as his face turned six shades of red. Sarah, however, was beginning to giggle.
"Oh, no! We've been found out!" She said in mock exasperation. Jaden didn't find this funny at all, instead he was wondering what his punishment would be. Slowly, he dismounted the giggling digi-fox and stretched a bit. Sarah turned over an sat up on the desk, admiring the view of her mate working the kinks out of his muscles, and giving her ideas as to some kinks of her own.
"Jaden, I had you called to my office and..." It was Alexandra. Jaden stood completely still, without any cloths on. "Wow, so they weren't kidding when they said you two were making hot passionate love. I can't believe I missed it." She said smiling as she walked over to Jaden. His mind was blank except for the whole "Did she just say that?" Question. As she went to hand him a folder, Jaden went to cover himself up.
"Please, it's not like I haven't seen it before." Alexandra said, putting the folder in front of his now limp tool and turning away. "Once you get dressed and clean her up, because I know you want to, head down to the armory. That folder has your new toy's blueprints. It's a prototype so don't loose it." At that conclusion, she smiled at him and closed the door.
Both Sarah and Jaden were silent. Neither moved until she started giggling, then they both broke out into a fit of laughter. "I like her." Sarah said as she calmed down. Jaden was still partially confused but passed it off and decided it would be best to go check out this new "toy".
"Alright, let's go. But first..." Jaden leaned down and gave her well-fucked pussy a long, teasing lick, getting off their combined juices. He savored his flavor combine with hers, making sure that he cleaned the last bit off her netherlips as the surrounding fur tickled his face. She moaned and gasped above him as he licked her, enjoying the talent that his tongue was giving, but oddly enough, wasn't getting too exited. Both passed this off as they gave each other their all and were both pleased with the common conclusion that seemed to be communicated silently.
As Jaden finished up, he grabbed his pants, kissing Sarah's clit before letting his mouth leave the scene of their desire. She gave a final moan as he did so, slipping his shirt onto his back while he pulled up his pants as he rose. He helped her off the high desk and down onto the soft carpeting of the floor as he leaned in and gave her a long, fiery kiss. She again, moaned into the kiss and gave it back to him a little harder but with passion.
"Let's go check out my new toy." | FSE |