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Title: Faith in one's partner by amber_bunny Tags: F/F, Love, Music, Skunk, Vixen Here's chapter 4 in this story, which will of course focus mainly around the new pair, Cora and Trillia, but of course it can't go on without Aria and Melody, now can it? =^.^= Oh, and expect to see Butch back as well, he's been a fun character to use, even if he hasn't had many appearances. Maybe a prequel might be in order, come to that...anyway... It's Friday after school, and Cora and Trillia are ready to go off with Aria and Melody to their place after Cora and Aria's little...encounter in the restroom. It is, of course, music night at the place with the cheesy name, the Open Stage, but there's still some time before that to see what everyone will do. Enjoy =^.^= --- "So...what did she say?" the swan asked somewhat timidly as Aria entered the classroom, leaving the two in the rapidly emptying hall, though she stopped to say good-bye to Tara, the jaguar in her music class, who promised that she'd be at the entertainment bar that night. "Well...um..." the robin muttered, thinking back to that encounter with the skunk in the restroom, that she herself had initiated, about an hour ago. "She said to just...go with what comes naturally." "Huh? What's that mean, really?" "I guess to just go for what feels right, and if you're stopped, to wait for some other time," Cora said, recalling some of what Aria had told her, a little difficult to do through the recollection of the pleasure she'd been given during that short time. "Like this, then?" Trillia smiled, wrapping her arms lightly around the robin's neck and leaning forward, closing her eyes as she pressed their lips together in a kiss, which both girls lost themselves in until they heard footsteps approach from the classroom, and broke the kiss, separating and blushing slightly. "Ready to go?" the older vixen, Melody, asked as she came out of the classroom first, followed immediately by the glasses-wearing skunk in their class, Aria. Receiving a nod from the avian pair, Melody led the other three down the hall, Aria remaining close by her side while Trillia and Cora walked side-by-side right behind them, tentatively holding hands, the robin's mind filled with thoughts of she and the swan being together, and what she'd been...taught by the skunk. It didn't take long to get to Melody and Aria's house, and the two residents took their shoes off by the door as they entered, their guests having no shoes between them to remove. "Go ahead and sit over in the living room, maybe turn on some music or something," Melody suggested, motioning to the room right by the door, in which there was a couch, a TV on a TV stand that held a DVD player and a few DVDs, as well as the VCR that her 'big brother' Butch, a large black bear, had well since suggested she get, and a table by the couch that held a radio. "Does anyone need anything to drink? I'm getting some water for myself, so I figured I'd ask?" she asked, looking among the three other girls. "I'm alright, thanks," Aria said. "Some water would be nice. How about you, Cora?" Trillia asked, glancing to the robin. "Yeah, that sounds good," Cora said absently, looking around what she could see of the house. The stairs leading to a few rooms, the only one of which she could see being a bathroom between two others, a hall to the kitchen, the living room they'd been offered to sit in. There was probably another room attached to the kitchen that she couldn't see, she guessed from what she could see of it, but that hardly seemed to matter at the moment as she noticed Melody wander off to the kitchen while Trillia and Aria went into the living room, taking a seat at opposite ends of the couch. Returning to the situation right now, Cora blushed slightly and walked into the living room after they'd sat, sitting on the couch a short distance from Trillia as Aria reached over near her to turn the radio on lightly to some soft music. "So, either of you two considered singing up on stage tonight?" Aria asked the avian pair in general, looking between them and leaning back a little against the arm of the couch. "I'd like to..." Trillia said. "What I'd really like to see is Drake getting up there," she joked, and she and Aria shared a giggle. "How about you, Cora? I'm sure it would be fun," she offered, looking to the robin sitting beside her, who was glancing off into space, suddenly snapped back to reality at the sound of her name. "I don't know...I'm not really much good at that sort of thing..." she said quietly. "Why wouldn't you be? You're a bird, they're supposed to be great singers," Melody smiled, walking into the room and handing Trillia and Cora each a glass of water, walking over to sit by Aria, who scooted over so she could have the place by the arm of the couch and place her glass on the table so she didn't have to hold it, the skunk snuggling contentedly up to her as soon as she sat down. "Just go for it, you don't have anything to lose," Aria suggested. "I didn't think I was that great at singing my first time up on stage, but everyone proved me wrong." "And besides, like Aria told me Melody was up there for her, I'll be up there for you," Trillia smiled, taking one of the robin's hands in hers. "I'd say maybe Tara would be up there for Drake, but that probably wouldn't work out too well," Aria giggled, referencing she and Trillia's two classmates that they'd been close with since near the middle of the previous school year, Tara a jaguar who could be a little rough with others, especially Drake, but was generally kind-hearted, and Drake, a wolf and one of the very few males in the music class that they were each a part of, who tried to be nice but was often overly blunt. "If those two are going to get up there as well, then it's sounding to me like we're going to have to go early with this crowd we're taking," Melody stated, rather looking forward to this night, both as a teacher and, she liked to think, a friend to those going tonight, except perhaps Cora, who she was just meeting but felt like she could get along quite well with. She seemed shy, unsure of herself and what she wanted, but Trillia liked her and she didn't seem like a bad person, so there seemed no problem. "We'll have the usual open table that the owner's been giving Aria for the past few years anyway, so seating you all won't be a problem." "She gets a table just for her?" Trillia asked, looking to Aria and Melody with a curious stare. "How come?" "He does that for the regulars Friday nights, it looked like to me," Aria replied. "I think the first few weeks I was just getting there early enough, but after that the table always seemed to be empty, even if the ones around it weren't." "Why were you going there every Friday night?" Cora asked, a little curious herself. "To watch me, I suppose," Melody giggled, and Aria nodded. "She's one of those few that've been going every week since I started a few years ago to listen to me sing up on stage." "Then...how'd you two get together? I heard you were the one that started it..." "That I did. After I helped her out a little with some boy, we'd spent a few weeks after the shows chatting and, well...I suppose it just led to this. Why she still came to my place the day after I'd offered and then kissed her, I still don't really know." "Because you'd been there for me, of course," Aria replied, snuggling a little closer to the vixen. "I guess I just wanted someone there after that punk I'm not sure why I ever dated to begin with, and you already were...I'm certainly not regretting it." "Why are you two sitting apart like that, though? You can feel free to enjoy each other's company around us," Melody smiled comfortingly, noting that all the avians were currently doing was sitting a little apart and holding hands...well, Trillia was still holding Cora's hand, at least. Nodding to Melody, Trillia held Cora's hand a little more firmly in hers, resting her shoulder against the robin's and nuzzling her head into her neck, causing the robin to blush. "Oh yeah...do Tara and Drake know how to get to the bar? I'm not sure we told them," Aria asked, glancing up to her vixen lover. "Don't worry, I called Butch over, he should be here about a quarter to seven to pick us up and then pick those two up. I'm a teacher, so of course I have their addresses," Melody smiled. "So you already planned to get there early, then?" "Well, those two and Trillia brought the group trip up just after class, so I planned everything out then. Since we live together, I figured you wouldn't mind." "Of course not, it should be fun," Aria nodded, turning her gaze to the two avians and catching Cora's eye, looking nervously over to them as if for support, giving her a smile and nod. Still blushing, Cora looked away from the other pair, glancing down to Trillia and catching her eyes looking cutely in that position up to her, a strange yellowish-orange color while hers were a simple blue. Having to inwardly struggle a little to keep from losing herself in that gaze, she placed her free hand lightly on the side of the swan's face, who smiled and lifted herself up off her a little, a quick glance directed down to the robin's lips, anticipating, hoping for, a kiss. Not wishing to hold from the swan what she wanted, particularly this early in the relationship, Cora pressed her lips lightly against Trillia's, caressing the feathered skin of the swan's face and shifting the hand on its side around to the back, holding her into the kiss as the avians closed their eyes. Using one of Aria's teachings, she parted their lips ever so slightly while keeping them together, allowing room enough for her tongue to slip beyond the pair of lips and into Trillia's mouth, the swan's tongue eagerly rushing up to greet it. Pressing further forward, she lifted her legs up onto the couch, spreading her knees wide so she could straddle the swan, pressing her body up against hers, eliciting a moan of pleasure, the hand that wasn't holding one of the robin's resting limply at her side. Not wishing to make a show of it, Aria and Melody took their cue to get up and silently leave the room, wandering into the kitchen to sit at the table there. "Did Cora say anything about being with a girl before? She seems fairly good at it for someone that seems to have so little confidence," Melody asked, a curious stare directed to the skunk. "She's tried, but hasn't had much luck, she told me," Aria replied. "So then...did you...?" "Just a little, back in the restroom between class. I figured I'd go along with her request to teach her how to be with a girl to hopefully help those two out," Aria said, a little timidly. She was sure Melody wouldn't mind, but there was always that possibility that she would. "Good job, then," Melody giggled, and Aria smiled at the pleasant reaction to it. "You didn't go too far, I hope?" "No. I think Cora wanted me to a little, but I told her she'd have to wait until she was with Trillia, and just go with what she felt was right." "Good, because I like to think that that's reserved for me," Melody joked, a hint of seriousness in there. "Of course," Aria smiled, placing a kiss on the vixen's lips. "You, and nobody else, ever." "Mmm...I thought you said...you'd never actually been with a girl before..." Trillia moaned softly, her head tilted back as Cora nipped lightly at the base of her neck, her fingers working to undo the buttons on the swan's shirt. "Once...sort of...earlier today..." Cora said a little nervously between her gentle nips, releasing the final button and slipping the shirt off, letting it hang between the couch and Trillia's back. "You mean...with Aria?" Trillia asked, a little surprised but enjoying this too much to even begin to mind. "That skunk girl, yeah..." Cora nodded slightly, backing off from the swan's neck. "I guess I'll have to thank her later, then," Trillia giggled, sliding a few fingers down the robin's chest then bringing them back up after hooking the bottom of her shirt, Cora raising her arms to allow the shirt to be pulled all of the way off her before the swan locked her in another kiss, each girl now reaching behind the other's back as Trillia pressed forward into Cora to undo the bras, the girls separating slightly for a few moments so they could be removed and discarded to the side. Pressing her body once more into the swan's, the girls' breasts rubbing together as a result, Cora resumed the kiss, this time allowing the swan's curious tongue to slip into her mouth, tracing the fingers of one hand down Trillia's side, stopping to tug lightly at the top of her skirt, the girls' current positioning not readily allowing for either to remove the last remnants of their clothes. "Maybe we should...get up for a bit?" Trillia suggested, noticing this fact, and Cora nodded, getting up off her. Allowed to move freely again, the avians wasted little time in removing their skirts, freeing their feathered tails from them, and then their panties, standing naked before one another, gazing upon the other's uncovered form. Not wishing to be trapped against the couch any longer, though she had rather enjoyed it, Trillia initiated the next kiss, wrapping her arms tightly around Cora's neck and pressing her body against the robin's to the point that she fell back onto the couch in a laying position, bringing the swan down with her, who held her through the fall to make sure the kiss wouldn't be broken. Both girls immediately moaned in pleasure as their breasts collided against one another, as did their slits between their legs, sliding against the other as Trillia carried her legs up onto the couch. Feeling herself begin to get wet between her legs at the sensations of the beautiful swan laying atop her, caressing her tongue against hers, Cora stroked a hand lightly down Trillia's back, stopping just above her feathered tail and pulling her down harder into her, forcing their slits to press more firmly together, eliciting a further moan from the swan as she felt herself becoming wet as well. Needing more of this feeling building in her, Trillia rubbed her body into Cora's, grinding their breasts and slits together, rapidly raising the pressure building until it exploded with the mere addition of a few of the robin's fingers roaming the side of one of her breasts, mimicking this action on the robin to set her off as well, a rush of wetness from between both girls' legs one at a time, bodies tensing until settling down after it was over, the kiss broken as they arched their backs hard into each other. "Th...that felt...good..." Cora muttered, wrapping her arms heavily around the swan resting atop her, breathing hard after that ordeal. "Mind if I rest here a little while longer?" Trillia asked breathlessly, lying limply on the robin. "I'll need to get some energy back to sing tonight." "I don't mind...we probably should get cleaned up before our ride comes, though..." "Yeah, you're probably right," Trillia giggled. A few hours passed, Melody and Aria passing the time in their room...well, Melody's room, technically, since Aria's things were in the other upstairs bedroom, but they slept together regardless, so it could thus be called both their room. Hearing the shower running in the bathroom just out in the hall, the only one in the house, they went back downstairs to the kitchen to fix some dinner for themselves and their two guests. By the time the avian pair came out of the bathroom, the kitchen table was just being set with four plates of fish fillets and some assorted cut-up fruit, items that everyone in the house would likely enjoy. "What smells good?" Trillia asked as she walked into the kitchen, freshly showered and with her clothes back on, followed closely by Cora, who was also clean and clothed. "Some fish and fruit salad, hope you like it," Melody said, taking a seat by Aria as she placed the last plate, her own, on the table. Not saying anything more for the moment, the four girls, the two pairs of lovers, simply sat there and ate, enjoying the food that Melody and Aria had prepared, glancing over to the oven clock to check on the time, see how long it would be before it was time to leave. At the moment, they had a little over half an hour, which seemed plenty of time. "So, I suppose you two are an official couple then?" Melody asked a short while later, her gaze and question directed to Trillia and Cora. Noticing Trillia looking to her as if wanting her to answer the question, Cora nodded, blushing slightly. "Yeah, I guess we are," she, the more unsure member of the couple, answered, and Trillia smiled. "That's good to hear," Aria said, smiling as well. "If you ever need anything, feel free to let us know." "Oh, yeah...can I...talk to you for a bit, Aria?" Trillia asked the skunk, glancing over to the clock briefly. Fifteen minutes left. Nodding, Aria followed Trillia out of the kitchen and over to the living room, leaving Cora and Melody behind in the kitchen, the vixen busying herself with retrieving and rinsing off the dishes while Cora glanced around the room nervously, her eyes rarely settling on one place for more than a few seconds. "Cora told you about what happened while I wasn't in class, I suppose?" Aria asked, hoping Trillia, her best friend, wouldn't mind. "Yeah...I guess I should say thanks, I wouldn't have known what I was doing and I'm not quite sure she would've even kissed me if you hadn't pushed her along," Trillia said, blushing slightly. "She is pretty nervous, but she definitely does want to be with you, and is starting to show it, so I suppose that's good enough," Aria smiled, and Trillia nodded. "Definitely...thanks again..." Trillia said quietly, suddenly wrapping her arms around Aria's neck and drawing her into a kiss. Smiling and accepting it, though hoping the other two wouldn't see them, Aria wrapped her arms lightly around the swan's waist, closing her eyes and murring slightly into the kiss, which ended up relatively brief. After that, they sat on the couch, chatting about possibilities for Cora and Trillia for the future, until a knock on the door signalled Butch's arrival, Aria getting up immediately to open the door for the large black bear. Once Melody was finished with the dishes, which didn't take long at all, she returned to her seat, resting her gaze on Cora, briefly thinking over how to go about this first one-on-one opportunity she'd had with the robin that had fallen for one of her best students and her lover's best friend, Trillia. "Why so nervous all the time? Everyone here's friendly, and obviously Trillia really likes you," Melody smiled comfortingly, hoping to open the robin up a little. "I'm just...not used to actually having a chance for a relationship, or being around other people much..." Cora said quietly, fixing her gaze on the table before her, feeling uncomfortable about letting it wander while she was talking to someone. "That's understandable, but you should at least be able to open up more to people you know. Even if not to me yet, to Trillia at least." "I really don't get...why she'd go for me knowing I was using her boyfriend like that...she'd probably still have him if I didn't..." "Enough of that," Melody said, switching seats to sit one away from the robin instead of across the table from her, taking one of her hands gently. "Maybe it wasn't exactly the right way to go about it, but it's already done, and now you two are together, so stop worrying about it and simply enjoy it." "But what if...I end up wanting someone else, or she doesn't really like me, or..." Done with Cora's protesting and doubt, Melody silenced her the quickest way she could currently think of. She kissed her. Only briefly, but it was enough. "Of course she likes you, otherwise she wouldn't be with you. She's a sweet girl, honest about her feelings," Melody said, breaking the kiss, leaving Cora breathless. "And if you end up developing a little crush on someone else, I wouldn't worry about it as long as you love Trillia and keep her as your only true mate. Maybe it's just me, but I think Trillia might've developed a small crush on my beautiful skunk, and after what I heard happened earlier, I wouldn't be too surprised if you have as well." "Y...yeah..." Cora stammered, blushing furiously after that soft kiss from the older vixen. It was true, she'd seemed to get along well with Aria given what they'd been talking about while sitting against the bathroom wall, and she had quite enjoyed her experience with the skunk...to say that she had a small crush on her would be accurate enough. But nonetheless, Trillia was the one she truly wanted. "But Trillia's the one you really love, am I right in guessing?" Melody asked, and Cora nodded. "Then that's good enough for it to work between you two." The two continued to talk for a little while longer before Melody's ears perked up and she looked in the direction of the door, hearing a knock before hearing it opened shortly after. "Butch! Just on time," Aria smiled. "Of course," the large black bear grinned, flashing semi-sharp teeth for a moment before slipping sideways through the doorway and into the house as Aria moved to the side to allow him to, not before sharing a hug with her 'big brother'. "Trillia, right? Pleasure to meet you," he said, holding a large paw to the swan standing at the entrance to the living room, somewhat intimidated by the large bear. "Oh...um...yeah, pleasure to meet you, too," Trillia said timidly, placing a hand against the paw for him to take and shake lightly, hardly requiring any movement on the part of his hand. "Right on time as usual, huh, big brother?" Melody giggled, sharing a small hug with the bear while Cora hung back a little, wandering over to where Trillia was, glancing nervously to the bear a few times. "Hm...hope you've saved some of that fish for me," Butch chuckled, catching the scent of the fish they'd eaten earlier. "Of course, we wouldn't forget about you. Hold on, I'll go and get it, we've been keeping it warm," Aria said, making her way to the kitchen to retrieve it while the bear glanced down to the robin. "One more than I was expecting, it looks like, but I can fit everyone into the van. So, who might you be? I'm Butch, Melody and Aria's unofficial big brother," he asked. "Um...Cora...I'm Trillia's friend..." Cora replied nervously. "Pleasure to meet you, then, Cora," Butch grinned, sniffing once more at the air as he caught the scent of fish coming closer. "We should probably get going to pick Drake and Tara up, so I'll hold on to this for you. Hope you don't mind waiting 'til we get to the bar?" Aria said as she approached, holding a plate with two large pieces of fish on it, still steaming slightly. "I'm sure I can manage. Come on, then, everyone out to the van," Butch said, slipping out of the door to the driver's seat of his van as the girls put their shoes on, Aria having to set the plate down on the floor momentarily. "I hope you two don't mind sitting in the back with Tara when we pick her up?" Melody asked as they walked out the door, directing her question to Trillia and Cora. "That's fine with me, I call center seat," Trillia giggled, and Cora simply nodded. Allowing the avians to get in first to move to the back, Melody took a seat in the middle row behind Butch while Aria took the seat right next to it, closing the doors on their sides so Butch could drive off. The first stop was Tara's house, the jaguar already waiting for them on a porch seat, coming up to the van as soon as they pulled up and looking around to see where she'd be sitting, finally opening the door by Aria to slip by her and into the back row by Trillia, just behind Melody. "Hey Trillia, who's your friend?" Tara asked, looking to the robin before turning her gaze to the swan sitting next to her. "And for that matter, who's the bear?" she continued, turning her eyes to the driver. "This is Cora," Trillia said, glancing pointedly to the robin briefly. "And that's Butch, Aria and Melody's 'unofficial big brother,' I guess." "Well, nice to meet you both," the jaguar said before the van took off again. "Boys in front, huh? Man..." Drake half-heartedly complained as the van pulled up to the wolf's house only for him to hop off his bike, not seeming to care that it thus dropped onto the driveway by the garage, just returning on it as the van came. Shrugging, he opened the passenger side door in front, climbing into the seat and glancing around the inside, spotting two unfamiliar faces, one of whom was sitting right next to him. "Back there's Cora, and that's Butch," Aria answered his unspoken question, receiving another shrug from the wolf before they drove off to the Open Stage. "Hey...now that I think of it, why's it smell like fish?" Tara asked, sniffing around. "Oh, right, we're saving some for Butch to eat there," Aria answered once more. "What, none for us, then?" Drake complained, once again half-heartedly. "Don't worry, if you want something we can get some food at the bar," Melody said. "I don't suppose this counts for school credit?" "I'll think about it." Soon they reached the bar and shuffled out of the van, Aria handing over the plate of fish to Butch before they walked in, finding Aria's table empty as usual, though most of the tables were taken, unexpectedly. "Well, looks like everyone's here. I suppose we can get this show started soon, then?" the owner asked, walking up to the group. Melody had known him for years, and Aria had finally gotten to meet him for the first time a few weeks after she started, after which she saw him fairly regularly. He was a tiger, relatively thin-set and with black hair atop his head graying from age. "Of course, just give us a moment so we can decide who's going to go up first," Melody said. "Bar's a bit busier than I'm used to seeing it...I suppose you spread the word." "Naturally," the tiger chuckled. "Shows like this are certainly good for business, and it's always nice having some live entertainment instead of all this recorded music day in and day out." "As long as you're not inviting all these people just to make money off them," Aria joked, giggling, knowing that that wasn't the case. The owner was a kind person, and always seemed to want people to have a good time in his bar from what she'd seen those times she'd come on days other than Friday. People would occasionally ask to be allowed on stage, and he'd let them every time. "Just tell me whenever you're ready, and I'll shut off the rest of the music," he smiled, wandering off to the back. "So...who does want to go first? I think I'll pass on it," Melody asked as they took seats around the table, Butch wandering off to the side where there was a seat that could support him, set there just for him for those times he stayed with Melody, or more recently Melody and Aria. "I say we make Drake get up there," Tara suggested. "Why me?" he protested. "Probably because you're the only boy of the group," Trillia giggled. "Just go ahead, we've got plenty of time if you want to go up there again later," Aria said. "Fine, just to get you all off my back," Drake grumbled, walking over to the back room joined by Melody, so she could catch the owner's attention. A few moments later, he walked nervously up onto the stage as the music stopped throughout the bar, leaving it in silence, taking a deep breath as he approached the mic. The wolf started out relatively poorly, but seemed to get over it quickly enough, finishing his song without too much trouble and walking nervously off the stage as the crowd applauded. "I...I'd like to go next...I can sing whatever I want, right?" Cora asked timidly as Drake returned to the table, taking a drink from the glass of water set out for him. "Of course, and if you have a song of your own, then all the better," Melody said, and the robin nodded, wandering off to the back. "Should I go with her?" Trillia asked. "If you want, I'm sure nobody would mind." Nodding, Trillia got up quickly and followed Cora to the back, meeting her in the room leading to the stage. "Just thought I'd give you some help, if you want it," Trillia said, placing a soft kiss on the robin's lips. "Thanks..." Cora smiled. "How about...we each do one song, then do one together?" "Sounds good," Trillia nodded, watching as Cora wandered out to the stage. Closing her eyes for a few moments, sorting through all the words she needed, she began to sing a song she'd come up with mostly on her own, opening her eyes just slightly through the song, barely enough to take in everyone taking up the tables in the bar, including the group she was with. After that, it was Trillia's turn, and she got through one of her songs easily and with apparent confidence, the crowd applauding for her perhaps harder than the two before her. A short while after she left the stage, she came back out with Cora after they decided together on a song they both knew. As they returned to the table, Tara went next, followed by Aria, with a new song she'd finished just recently, then Melody with a newer song from the past two months, then Aria and Melody with one of the vixen's older songs. A few members of the group returned to the stage from time to time over the rest of the night, and some of the patrons were even brave enough to try their hands at it, until it was almost 10 at night and the group decided that it was about time to get back home. Dropping everyone off in reverse order, Drake left the van first, waving good-bye to everyone and telling Aria and Melody to invite him again sometime, then Tara, also willing to go again. "Maybe, if it's alright, Cora and Aria could stay over at my place tonight?" Trillia suggested as they drove off from Tara's house. "Huh? Why me?" Aria asked, glancing back to the swan. "That way I can tell mom it's a sleepover, she might be a little suspicious if I just invite Cora," Trillia replied somewhat timidly. "You have a point...I hope you don't mind?" Aria asked, looking to Melody. "Of course not, Trillia's right about it not being suspicious, and it would be good for Cora to get to know her lover's best friend as well," Melody said, smiling reassuringly. "Great, I'll look forward to seeing you tomorrow, then," Aria said, leaning over to kiss the vixen lovingly, murring softly as it was returned. Stopping by the house to gather a few things for herself and to lend to Cora, Aria waved good-bye to Melody as she returned to the van, joining the other two girls in the back row as Butch drove off to Trillia's house, receiving directions to it while Aria had been in the house. Well, looks like this may call for another installment itself...didn't exactly plan for it, but I'm rather enjoying this series anyway, so it'll work out fine =^.^=

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Title: halloween fun by dbj_rab Tags: Gay, M/M/M/M, Orgy, Rabbit, Various Species It's a pitch black night. The moon is flooding the lands with it's light as two dark figures fly overhead. The whispers of wings flapping can be heard as the bats fly closer to their destination. Soon the bats fly low and begin to change shape into vampire bunnies. Thankfully these kind of vampires don't prey on blood, but on juices of tomatoes instead. The vamp bunnies glance at each other and begin to feast on the farmer's stock of tomatoes.....slurping loudly as they drained the juices from their "victims". After having satisfied their thirst., they go over into the dark shadows. "So, what do you want to do now?," the white and black male bunny asked the other. The other male vamp who had black fur with a patch of white on his chest and head fur, turned and said "I don't know. What do you want to do?" "Well....it's been awhile since we had a good fuck, how about we go find some others?" the white bunny replied. "Sounds good to me," the black vamp said, and stroked his hard on before changing into a bat and flying off. The other bunny does the same and they both flap around looking for their sex victims. They soon fly overhead a small town and notice several impressive looking male fox and coyote hanging out in front of a store. They drop down several blocks away and change back into their bunny forms. Since it's Halloween, they didn't bother losing their cloaks. They walked up and approached the pair. The fox was wearing a costume of a pop singer and the coyote had on a costume of a magician. "Wow. Those are cool costumes you guys have on," the fox said as they approached. "Thanks. Yours aren't bad either," the white bunny replied. "We noticed you guys earlier and was wondering if you would like to come to a party that we're hosting?" the black bunny asked. The fox and coyote looked at each other and shrugged. "Sure why not. Beats doing what we were going to do," the coyote said. "Great. Follow us then please. It's not very far from here." The black bunny said. The fox and coyote soon followed the rabbits towards a spooky looking old house, that looks like its about to fall apart. "Cool place for the party," the fox murmured. He hugged the coyote as they got closer. "Yes it is, isn't brother dear?" the black one asked. "Yup. Got a great deal for this place," the white one said. They soon went in and as eyes grew used to the darkness, they noticed that they weren't the only ones invited. There were several other male and female furs wearing costumes. Some were elaborate while others were simple ones. Everyone mingled enjoying the music and wolfing down on the free food that was available. Soon the clock struck midnight. "All right everyone, now that you've had a chance to relax, we can now begin the party in earnest," the black vamp bunny said. "By the way, my name is David, and this is Ben," he said gesturing towards his white brother. Soon the lights dimmed down and everyone huddled together as the lightning flashed and thunder crackled. "Let's begin," Dave said with a smirk. He motioned for the others to follow him and they took a tour of the place, Dave pointing out curiosities and Ben was following behind....tickling some of the female and male guests as they passed him. Some glared back at him, but others looked at him with a more knowingly smile. Soon everyone was back in the living room. "All right everyone how was that?" Dave asked. Everyone murmured that it was interesting, but when was the fun going to begin. Dave and Ben came together and soon started to disrobe themselves.....making sure everyone looked into their eyes.. mesmerizing them with their powers. "All right everyone. Here's what you're going to do.....you're going to give us and each other fuck pleasure til the sun comes up," they said in unison. Everyone else had that glazed look in their eyes and soon turned back to normal. The glanced at each other and started to feel a bit strange. They all felt incredibly horny and started to strip out of their costumes. Soon everyone was looking at each other in their nakedness and started to hug and caress each other..males doing males and women doing women first..then some moving on to be with their respective partners while others remained together...... Ben and Dave were getting hard as they watched the orgy begin in it's earnest. They soon stripped themselves and started to mingle in with who ever they wanted to..... starting with the males first. As soon as they approached everyone looked up to them and started to want to do their own to please them.... Entranced as they were in the first place by them..... Ben and Dave commanded them to continue as they were while they selected whom they wanted first. It didn't take long for them to spot the ones they wanted with big dicks. Everyone was getting hard and soon coming close to orgasms. Dave and Ben looked at each other and each was thinking the same thing, "How long will this group last?...." their last one didn't last very long....only for a few hours.... Ben went towards a Bear who was sucking on a horse, while Dave went towards a Horse who was fucking a dog. They commanded their "captives" to follow them and left the room as the orgy continued on and everyone soon groaned, growled, and gasped as they reached their first orgasms of the night. There would be plenty more depending on how long they lasted. Bend and Dave soon started to work on their yiff mates. Ben went down and sucked hard on the Bear's hard cock while Dave stroked the Horse's dick to hardness again. The Bear bucked and growled deep as he felt intense pleasure from Ben's licking and sucking. Dave soon got the horse's cock up and and licking it, saliva dripping all over the huge member. Dave positioned himself to sit on the horse, and soon spread his legs and wide as he could as he felt his ass muscles tighten in protest and then soon gasped loudly as the horse's dick come pushing through his anal ring as he pushed himself deeper onto the horse until he was completely in, balls resting against the horse's. Ben soon stopped sucking on the Bear's dick and turned to watch his vamp brother fucking himself on the Horse's huge cock. He soon pushed the Bear down and started to mount himself onto the bear's big cock. Ben grunted as he felt the bear's dick tear his ass apart... gasping and grunting from the intense pain and pleasure... He moved himself towards his brother and leaned down to suck on Dave's dick as he pumped himself up and down onto the bear's ursine cock. Dave moaned as he felt the horse's dick going in and out of his ass....tightening his muscles as he felt the horse's knot come close to entering him and as his brother Ben sucked hard on his dick........ As they were reaching their climax... they could hear the others groaning and panting heavily as they cummed all over each other and into each other.... Ben and Dave continued their onslaught and soon were rewarded as the bear suddenly growled and pushed into Ben's tight ass.... Forcing his knot to go in and spread his anus even more....which caused Ben to gasp and tighten his ass around the bear's dick as the bear thrusted in deep and spurted inside him. Ben moaned and groaned as he felt the bear's seed cum into him....making him twitch and spurt all over Dave's face...... Dave moaned as he saw his brother's seed come spurting at him....and grunted as he pushed himself to the max on the horse's dick...finally getting the knot in and tightened hard around the horse.....causing the horse to buck and neigh as he spurted his hot equine seed into Dave's ass. Dave gasped as he felt the horse's seed empty into him and pushed his dick deep down into Ben's mouth .... Panting and moaning as he spurted his seed into his brother's waiting maw....who drank every drop of the sweet carrot taste.... Both of the bunnies lay panting as their asses spurted out the bear's and horse's cum...dripping all over their lover's balls and tails...... The rabbits recovered quickly and left the bear and horse to their own devices as they returned to the party and saw that the others were going at it again for a second time.... Allowing them to relax a bit as they selected their next victims........ This time they approached the fox and coyote...bringing them as well as a dog and lion along for a four some........ This time... Ben and Dave watched as they commanded the fox, coyote, lion, and dog to fuck each other........ The fox and coyote soon started to work on each other, while the lion and bitch pumped each other. The lion pushed the bitch onto all fours and started to lick her vagina.... Spreading them apart to quickly lick her clit with his rough tongue, which caused her to gasp and groan in pleasure.... The fox and coyote were kissing and sucking on each other...getting themselves hard.... Soon the coyote pushed the fox onto all fours and lifted his tail, as he began to lick and probe the tail hole with is tongue...causing the fox to murr and pant in pleasure.... The bitch was soon growling and panting in pleasure as the lion began to mount her...getting his huge 9" dick to penetrate her.... She growled and pushed back as the lion started to thrust into her... both of them gasping as he felt her tightness and pushed harder.... Til he was all the way in. The bitch groaned and reeled from the intense pleasure she was feeling as the lion thrusted in and out of her, placing his paws to fondle her breasts and play with her clit. She gasped and tighten herself around the lion's dick.... He growled in response and thrusted in deeper....pushing his knot into her....leaning his head back as he roared in pleasure of her tightness.... Fox and the coyote were soon gasping for breath as the coyote pumped himself in and out of his lover's tail hole... pawing off on his lover as well..... Ben and Dave were soon hard again and moved themselves to get into the fray. Ben shoved his dick down the fox's throat and commanded him to deep throat him, while Dave moved towards the lion and started to mount him.... Moving the tail aside and grasping the lion's hips as he pushed in fast and hard... forcing all of his 10" member into the lion's tight tail hole...... The Lion bucked back and roared even more as the intense flames of lust were overwhelming him... he continued to thrust hard into the bitch's tight twat as she gasped and came again...soaking his dick with her juices... The fox and coyote were soon grunting as the coyote thrusted in deep, his knot tying himself with his lover as he growled and leaned his head back as he howled and cummed deep inside the fox's ass. The fox groaned and soon spurted all over the ground as his lover's paw jerked him off.... The Fox continued to suck hard on Ben's dick... licking and fondling the rabbit vamp's balls.... Ben soon groaned as he felt himself cumming near.... His sharp pointed teeth revealing themselves again as he thrusted himself deep into the fox's throat... panting and pushing head down...as he suddenly grunted and spurted deep into the fox's throat.... Loads of cum dripping from the fox's maw..... Dave soon thrusted himself hard and deep into the lion's ass as the lion roared his pleasure and spurted deep into the bitch's pussy... tightening his ass even more around Dave's dick. The black bunny quickly thrusted deep, his balls banging against the lion's as he leaned over to the lion's neck and gave him a quick bite with his two sharp teeth. The lion mewed as the rabbit bite him in pleasure and stopped as soon as he came..... Dave mmmmed as he felt himself spurting deep into the lion's tight ass.... Soon everyone was tired and rested for a bit as Dave and Ben quickly recuperated..... "You know the fox and coyote are really good.... It would be a shame to let them die...." Ben said. "Yes, they do look like it don't they?" Dave replied. They both decided to spare the fox and coyote and let them go...... unaware of what has happened. The fox and roo were certainly surprised to find themselves outside of an old house...their asses and dicks sore from the intense orgy.......

FSE

(M/M tf Zebra, mental) Hardy is a pretty average guy. Wasn't particularly fit but is not fat either. He never stood out in a crowd, but was friendly and got along well with most everyone. His hair is black, short, and forward swept, and he generally remains clean-shaven for work so no facial hair. He has to wear a mask when working with cleaning chemicals at work, so facial hair just made the mask never fit properly. He liked to read outside, sitting in the grass at the park so his skin has a light golden hue to it from tanning. He lives in a giant apartment building near the middle of the city- tiny apartment, giant building. Due to the cost of buildings this close to everything important in the city, it was actually a good deal and he was glad he got it. But something always felt a bit off about the parking garage attached to the side of the building. The parking garage is seven levels tall itself, making the garage alone larger than many other buildings. So God save you if you forget where you parked. Every time Hardy walked into it though, he felt weird. He also felt a little weird in the elevator but he assumed that was a motion thing- because he felt like that in EVERY elevator. There are no security cameras in the garage either- the building is protected by arcane wards instead. Too lazy to go back to the bathroom and take a piss in the garage? Ward will fire an electrical current up through the stream and blast you in the nuts. Trying to start a fight? Better hope it isn't with someone you are supposed to live with because the ward will apply a repulsion spell to both of you, causing your bodies to react like two same-charge magnets. Sometimes the ward screws up though, so Hardy always wondered if the weird feelings he had in the garage may be the fault of the magic. He once tripped over some trash someone left on the ground and put his hand onto his car to stop himself- but it was before he put the key in the door to deactivate the car alarm. As soon as the alarm went off he was placed into a stasis spell and couldn't move or think till someone from security arrived to see if it was actually a thief or not. Bruh, its my own car, I can't steal from myself. One night he annoyingly had to go out to pick something up from the store. Hardy stepped off the elevator into the garage and immediately felt the odd sensation again, just shrugging it off since he has felt it a hundred times by now. A few of the lights let off a loud electric hum, and there was tons of moths fluttering around overhead swarming all the lights. No natural light was left outside to filter in, so the contrast of the dark and light areas of the garage was high. He heard some movement and casually glanced over as he was rummaging in his pocket for keys. Hardy slowed down and furrowed his brow when he did not see anyone the direction the sound came from. After a second he heard it moving again. There was still no one there. If there was a rat running around making that sound, it would have to be the largest rat in the world. Was someone's pet on the loose? How would it get down the elevator on its own though? The only way an animal can get in normally would be in the front on the ground floor but it only opens for a few moments to let in a vehicle so the window of time where that would be possible is small. Hardy called out 'hey' but there was no response. He continued walking toward his car and then heard the sound again. The delay between when he called out and when the movement happened again meant whatever it is, reacted to the sound of his voice. Hardy started to backtrack toward the sound, but made each step carefully as to create as little sound as possible or he would just spook whatever it is away. Sound carried far in the parking garage- everything echoes. When he approached the sound stopped again. It was going toward the elevator. Now Hardy was almost sure it was a person- they were trying to sneak back to the elevator but now that he is there, they can't; they would need to dash across the way and be seen immediately without the cover of vehicles. Hardy came around the front of the truck and slammed his foot against the concrete divider so suddenly that Josh flopped over onto his ass, preventing him from being able to scramble away quickly. Well, the jig is up. Was fun while it lasted. The two men gawked at each other for a moment not sure what to say. Josh has a rather girlish figure and soft skin- which was fine by him because he is gay and very much a sub. His complexion is a bit on the pale side though, and his hair is blond and very curly- though not very long. Because of how curly his hair is, none of it really hangs down, but if you pulled it straight it might get as low as the middle of his face. His only facial hair is a soul-patch, and because it is pale blond it isn't even noticeable at a distance; kinda just blends in with his skin. Hardy had no trouble seeing all of these features in full however, because Josh is entirely naked. "What the f-" "Hey, if you don't tell anyone about this, I would be super grateful! I am not hurting nobody, so... if I could just... go back to my apartment..." "Why the hell are you naked in the parking garage?!" Josh cringed at the sound of their voices echoing around the garage. "Shh, you don't want someone to spot us together do you? I am just... y'know... streaking." Hardy furrowed his brows. "Isn't the point of streaking to shock or prank people? Or a dare? No one was here till I showed up. There aren't any security cams- you were streaking in front of no one... doesn't that defeat the purpose?" "No. Not for me, anyway. So... can I go?" Hardy didn't know what it was, but something about seeing this naked guy laying on the ground begging that he really liked. Maybe he was just grasping at straws for a quick demand he could make to taunt the perv, or because he had unintentionally just been looking at Josh's dick- but for whatever reason, Hardy told him he could go... if he gave him a blowjob. He said it jokingly, never expecting Josh to actually comply- plus Hardy is straight anyway. To his surprise though, after a moment of looking flustered Josh told him to get between the truck and concrete divider so no one would see them walking past! Hardy leaned against the concrete and just sort of froze up for a moment, thinking Josh was kidding or trying to call his bluff or something. Why did he... feel anticipation? He did not really want Josh to do it... did he? Sort of on autopilot, seeing Josh get upright on his knees in front of him he undid his fly. Josh then slipped his fingers inside to flip out Hardy's cock. Embarrassingly enough, Josh had the larger dick. Josh is as big soft as Hardy is erect. Josh started sucking immediately and it was clear this wasn't the first time he had a dick in his mouth. Hardy had to be hyper aware of any sounds he was making, trying not to moan or go weak in the knees- not wanting Josh to know how good he was doing. He was also very aware of any other sounds around him, listening for footsteps. Now they are both effectively hiding from people in the garage. With Josh's tongue rippling expertly around his shaft it did not take him long to approach climax, but Josh deliberately slowed down to a near-stop. He was trying to savoir the moment, but Hardy wasn't going to have that. He did not want to be caught with his pants literally down if anyone else happens to walk by. When Josh slowed and was about to pop off a second time to wait it out, Hardy grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back down. Being unable to escape, Josh finished him off that time. Each jet of cum felt so strong, and there was so many before he finally stopped. Hardy couldn't believe it, that was probably his best orgasm... and it was from another guy. "Ah- uh, you can... go then." Josh chuckled, wiping his lips then licking his hand. "I thought that might convince you." The smaller man quickly skittered off, the soft sound of his bare feet on the cement echoing. As he was leaving though, Hardy did one final comparison- because Josh now had a half chub from the experience. Their dicks seemed about the same size... that is weird, Josh's was bigger before. Or was it? He did only compare them by eye, so maybe his eyes are just playing tricks on him; it isn't like the place is very well lit. He went to the store as planned, but as he was leaving he furrowed his brows and it just hit him then suddenly what had just happened. He asked a guy to blow him? And liked it? He is completely straight! Thinking about it now, he actually has no idea how he did that. The idea is very unappealing. In hindsight he doesn't like any of that... yet he did in the moment. And Hardy cannot deny the pleasure he felt, so he supposed it wasn't something he regretted. By the time he got back, he was sort of coming around to the idea. Maybe it was a power thing? And Josh wasn't exactly a manly-man. He is attractive, so what does it matter? Then as he got into the elevator to go back to his apartment he once against winced at his own thoughts. No, Josh is not attractive! Why did he just think that? It was two days later when he came down the elevator once again at night after realizing he is out of eggs for breakfast. And he sure as hell was not going to work without a decent breakfast, nor was he waking up over an hour early to buy them then. And trying to get breakfast at a fast food joint in this part of town? Forget it- he would be showing up two hours late for work after sitting in a line that wrapped around the entire block. He walked out of the elevator and adjusted his pants. He had felt the odd sensation so many times that he automatically ignored it now- so he also did not notice that every time he entered the garage the last few days he has needed to adjust his pants, every single time. He slowed his walking just in time as he heard bare-foot footsteps, pausing as soon as he did to try to not be heard. Hardy lowered his brow and walked straight for the source, startling Josh again, this time behind a sports car. "Again? Really?" "I am not hurting anyone! How did you find me so easily anyway, I was really trying this time. No one else has ever found me doing this and you found me twice already, do you have super hearing?" "I was just already close when I heard you- was just on my way to my... car." He narrowed his eyes as he looked around himself. He was supposed to be going to his car, but now that he actually looked up and around he seen he was going to the wrong side of this lot. He spaced out and walked in the complete wrong direction- and stumbled into Josh on top of that. It was complete accident the two met! Josh smiled. "Well then... same 'punishment' as before?" Hardy sighed. But it was hot. And Josh is a good sucker. Heck, if he can get good head, does it really matter who? "Fine. No edging this time." Again, Josh worked wonders with a meat stick in his mouth. Hardy actually had to consciously restrain himself, he kept wanting to thrust, and even made a few subtle involuntary hip movements. The head of his shaft felt so tight, he was almost painfully hard! The thrill of making another man suck him off made his heart hammer. Without Josh teasing him back, he hit climax quickly enough. When his shaft flicked out from Josh's mouth it almost looked larger than normal. No... it definitely is larger. It must be swollen extra big from the overdose of arousal. He hasn't cum like this anywhere else either. He must have cum so hard his vision is a bit wonky- it almost looks like Josh's hair is pure white right now. But, its supposed to be blonde. Josh's own dick stuck straight out from his crotch, bobbing with every little movement. Not hard enough to stand upright, but not soft enough to hang. They were both catching their breath, Hardy slid down the concrete wall to sit by him. Josh's dick looked so needy. And it was a good size too. All other thoughts blanked from Hardy's mind except curiosity and soft grabbed the pulsing dick. Josh looked at him surprised, but spoke no protests. Hardy sort of wanted to know... what it felt like, having that in his mouth. Its shape is so appealing. The pulse of the veins and the weight of the shaft bobbing there- it was hot because he has his own, so he knows what that all feels like himself. Boys know best what boys like, after all. Before he knew it, his heart was hammering again and he bent over and pushed Josh's dick past his lips and into his mouth! He could not believe he was doing this, but it was so hot and it was far too late to stop now! It was hot and rubbery, but smooth and very soft on the surface. Feeling his pulse through the veins in his own mouth. Hardy has no idea why he is enjoying this but he is- a LOT. Hardy is not very good at giving blowjobs, obviously. But Josh was already aroused to begin with, and having this hot guy who was domming him only moments before suddenly go down on him was hot too, so his orgasm did not take long too approach. Hardy was surprised by the strength of the jets of cum that slammed into the back of his mouth and quickly coated it all, forcing him to swallow in reaction before even thinking about it. He could swear it felt like the cock actually grew a little bit with each pulse! Afterwards, they had a pretty awkward conversation- neither really knowing what to say. They did not know much about each other at all, after all. Still not getting why Josh keeps running around naked like a pervert- Josh managed to dare him to join him next time. Hardy accepted the dare, if only to figure out why he did it, and then the two of them split off again. Josh apparently uses the stairs- because it would be far too easy to get caught if he used the elevator. As soon as Hardy entered the elevator to return to his apartment he was once again hit with the realization of what had happened. How on earth could he have accepted the dare?! He can't run around naked like a perv and risk being arrested just to figure this guy out! Also, why the hell did he give him a blowjob?! He remembers the event so fondly and had such a good time in the moment, yet looking back on it now almost makes him gag. How did he have fun doing something that repulses him? When he got to his apartment, he brought out a ruler- almost positive his dick had somehow gotten bigger, but when he measured it, it is the same size it usually is. Again; odd. The next day, Hardy went down to tell Josh he couldn't do it. The risk was too high, and he just did not need to know that badly that he would embarrass himself. As soon as he stepped off the elevator, he had to adjust his pants again, and felt really bad about trying to back out now. He really should just do it. Hardy isn't a coward! He let out a short whistle, but then noticed another guy getting into a van a ways down. This was the first time they were both in the garage during the day- at least that he is aware of. Hardly leaned on a pillar and waited for the guy to leave, then whistled again, and this time heard Josh return the whistle- telling him where to look to find the cute naked man again. "You're dressed!" "Well I needed to get down here, didn't I? You walk here from your apartment already naked?" "Yea- all part of the thrill." Hardy stripped naked behind the same vehicle Josh was hiding behind and then the two of them went dashing around the parking lot. Whenever someone else came down, they would have to try not to move around much because of the sound echoing, but also make sure they remained hidden. If they did not pay attention to where the person was going, they ran the risk of being behind the vehicle the person came to get in. They both had half chubs flopping between their legs, partly from the thrill, partly from having the company of the other. Hardy could not believe his dick was not bigger, because looking at it now it absolutely seemed bigger than it should be. He tried to recall the ruler in his hand the best he could, then placed both hands on his shaft- the glans and a bit of the shaft was still exposed outside of the grip of both his hands. Something was not adding up- that has to be bigger, or every other memory he has ever had of his dick is a lie. Josh seen his hands on his dick and grinned, slapping them off as if to chastise him, but instead replaced Hardy's two with one of his own. Hardy was going to defend himself and tell Josh that isn't what he was doing, but it felt too good and the handjob stole his attention away. He placed his own hand on Josh's dick and the two flopped down with their backs against the concrete to masturbate each other! They had to be very careful their legs do not make contact with the vehicles around them- touching any would trigger their alarm and the enchantments on the garage would trap them in stasis- which is bad because they are naked, and can't re-clothe if they cannot move. They both smiled nervously at one another hearing a man and woman enter the garage, talking to each other not that far away. They both continued to piston the shaft of the other man, but slowed and were very careful. A wet slapping sound is really too familiar to most people to be mistaken for much else. Because his body is always clothed outside, being naked in a relatively 'outdoor' location felt unique, and freeing. The thrill of possibly being caught made his heart race. Heck, even the thought of being caught and called a pervert or a freak was sort of a turn-on. Hardy understood it now. He was definitely not sure if he would ever do this a second time- but he definitely understood. Hardy looked over as they were both approaching orgasm- and seen with his eyes the size of the man's dick throb a tiny bit bigger with every contraction! It was GROWING! His fingers were slowly being forced further apart by the thickening girth of the shaft! They both climaxed at the same time so his thoughts whited out from the force. Afterwards, both were surprised by the size of the white stripes they painted on the cement under a random stranger's SUV. Hardy looked down as his dick started to bow and noticed it felt heavier- and looked bigger again! There is absolutely no way it isn't bigger. So is Josh's! He SEEN Josh's grow, so there was no denying it now. Both men were puzzled, and both split up almost immediately after the coast was clear- both to return to their apartments to take measure of their sudden changes. When Hardy returned to his apartment he could not believe he had done all that- again. He was still more eager to measure his endowments though, so his shock would have to wait. As soon as he took it out to measure however, he could tell even before he put the ruler up to it- it was normal again. He confirmed with the ruler; it is the same size it has always been. There is no possible way both of their eyes were playing tricks on them! Whatever caused them to grow wore off. Was the situation really so arousing that it somehow unlocked a temporary growth spurt? Even though he was a bit afraid of how he has been acting lately, and what has been happening when around Josh, he needed to meet the man again to try to figure out what was happening with his junk- and maybe get the growth part to stick around. The next day on the way to work, Hardy almost had a heart attack. He once again had to adjust his pants on the way to his car, but this time the bulge was so large that he finally actually paid attention to WHY he always needs to adjust. His dick is once again several inches larger! He liked that it is bigger- he did not like that it seems to come and go randomly, and he has no control over it. When he got into his car and looked in the rear-view mirror his heart jumped again. His ears were longer! They were bunched up at the base, giving them a leaf-like shape to them! He also had to sit slightly more forward on the seat than usual and put his hand down the back of his pants only to find it is because his tail bone is sticking out! What on earth?! It is sort of too late to call into work sick now... maybe no one else will notice? As he drove out of the lot though, he glanced in the rear-view and noticed his ears were normal. He checked in his pants and yet again his package was normal sized. Then it finally hit him. The weird feeling in the parking garage- the changes only happen when he is in the garage. Whatever happens in the garage stay in the garage. As soon as he finished dinner after work that night he immediately returned to the parking garage and whistled for Josh, finding him quickly. Josh has been entering and exiting the garage all day- he figured out it was in charge of the changes too. When Hardy mentioned the strange feeling having been there for ages and it also seeming to make him gay- Josh could not relate. Josh never felt that aspect, because is was born gay. It also turned Josh's hair color pure white, while Hardy's hair remained black; unchanged. Hardy mentioned hearing about people finding spray-painted runes around the place and having to paint over them in the past... maybe there was some that no one found? Surely a malfunction in the runic array that secures the place could not possibly have created results like this. This was deliberate- someone hid another spell effect in the place. Josh tilted his head. "Why put a spell on the entire place though?" Hardy shrugged. "There is already a magic effect on it, making it hard to detect, and the place is huge- as you are already very aware; there are plenty of places to hide." "But if the effects are on all the time, how would we have been the first to notice anything? Hundreds of people go through here every day." "Yes, but it also seems to make me gay being here. I haven't exactly gone and blabbed to anyone about it." "Oh, I see. So people DO know- it is just that no one is saying anything." Hardy could not help but look at Josh's big dong gently wobbling under him. He is streaking like usual so it is already out in the open, but thanks to the magic effects his already decently sized shlong is now a massive meat bat. Now that Hardy knew why he felt so attracted to him it was harder to worry about it. Josh grinned, stepping very close. "So wanna have some fun again now? I found some guy who has a classic sports car! It is an old classic- which means it has no car alarm. I want you to fuck me over its hood!" "What?! But, I am not... supposed to like... we are like this because of some illegally placed magic!" Josh laughed. "So? If the magic makes us feel good, have a good time, and gives us bigger endowments- we should be thanking it. Who cares if it is illegal or not- I am here illegally streaking almost every day, haha. If it feels good; do it." Josh took him by the hand and guided him toward the car he mentioned. It did not hurt, so why shouldn't they do it? Hardy was not sure, but Josh guided him there before he could really think on it. Seeing that soft pretty boy present his ass over the scarlet hood of the sports car blanked all questions from Hardy's mind. Hardy reached around and grabbed Josh's cock from behind as he banged him over the hood of the sports car. The sun was not even fully down! Most people were still eating dinner and winding down for the night though, so thankfully no one walked in on their level of the garage- though they were startled a few times hearing a car on a lower level move. Hardy could feel the man's cock swelling even bigger, even harder in his hand. The arousal caused his own to become almost painfully hard again. But it also felt like Josh was getting tighter- and he came almost instantly on the realization that he too was growing larger again. Their ears got longer and could now move on their own! Their tail bones grew out into short, naked tails. Josh did not notice at first, but Hardy pointed out they were both a bit larger too. His clothes were tight now, but the two of them were still the same size in comparison to each other. Back in his apartment later, Hardy was once again reverted straight, so the idea of what he did was once again very unappealing and baffling to him. On one hand he was grossed out and afraid others would find out. On the other hand, it is very hot, and very pleasurable in the moment, and the memory of that does not change. How big would their dicks get? He did not have a girlfriend right now, so was there really any harm? He cannot leave or enter the building without passing through the garage, and the moment he does he becomes gay and well endowed regardless. Even when it did not appeal to him, the memory of the pleasure from when it did still called him back to whistle for Josh who was there almost every day, streaking like the little psycho perv he is. The next time they were together, Hardy reversed their positions from last time. So it was Josh who had the front row seats when their anus changed- getting larger and darker, forming a muscular donut-shaped ring. Their tails got even longer, but remained bald and rather thin. They both got a bit more muscular- most noticeable on their abs tightening. Now it was making them more muscular on top of everything else? This was getting hotter with every encounter. The balls of both men also seemed to grow a bit too! The next time Josh rode his cock while he laid out on the cool nighttime cement of the middle of the second half of the lot- completely out in the open to anyone on that half since Josh feeds on the danger. His cock was so large now that it slapped heavily down onto Hardy with every bob on the other man's poll. It made a spot shiny with precum on Hardy's lower chest, since the dick was long enough to bypass his entire midriff. Hardy could feel it best as the smaller man rode him- the ground under him felt like it was moving even thought neither he nor the ground was moving at all. They were growing larger again. His clothes tightened to the point where they were almost cutting the circulation to his limbs. Their pectoral muscles bloated up and their biceps swelled. Their abs tightened even further, deepening the crevice between the abdominal muscles but also pinching the fat veins working hard to keep their cock up- making their groin very tight and veiny looking. When they climaxed this time their tails finally bloomed on the end- growing a large tassel of hair the same color as on their head! Their cocks became extremely tight again with growth with each contraction in orgasm, and Josh's exposed cock head let them both see as the glans flared unusually large, stretching the head further sideways making it look flatter than normal. Their balls grew again too, and the skin tone started to turn darker. The next night Hardy had to go streaking too! He has not as bold as Josh, but he was addicted to the changes the magic was giving him and the pleasure they were feeling with one another. But he is so large when he enters the garage now that if he tried to bend over half his outfit would explode open, unable to contain him. So every time he enters the garage to see Josh, he now has to streak; because his clothes don't fit. Josh once again offered a blowjob and Hardy gladly accepted. This time he did not restrain his urge to thrust gently into the other man's mouth. It is a good thing Josh is plenty experienced with dick in his mouth; because a less experienced person would be choking. Their cocks are growing yet again, while he is trying to give head! Hardy could see the bulge of his cock head entering Josh's throat and then with every pulse that made his cock almost itchy with tightness, the bulge shoved itself deeper down! He could feel Josh's dick brush his swelling, darkening ballsack. It was so long now that with one sitting and one standing the dick almost made up the difference- it was almost as long as his legs are! Hardy was too tempted not to try- he started to bow his legs and sit down on the cockhead, while angling his hips forward so his own remained plugging Josh's throat. Suddenly his feet felt weird and started to shift, which caused him to lose his balance! Hardy fell and his larger equine anus took the entire shaft in one go! It hammed into his ass so suddenly that his prostate could not brace it and he exploded in orgasm immediately! Josh had no choice but to swallow- it went off while already most of the way down his throat- it might as well be shooting directly into his stomach. Josh had not cum so easily though, so once Hardy's massive dick started to soften and flicked itself back out of Josh's mouth; Josh grabbed his thighs and lay him on his back to start thrusting into him. He could see the bulge of his own glans as a bump behind Hardy's belly button! Looking at Hardy's exposed, plump chub now flopping along his abs, they could see another odd change. The phallus extended beyond the foreskin, and the foreskin seemed a bit bloated and puffy looking. All of the latest added length stretched out beyond the foreskin- the shaft below it remained the same. Their balls were larger and even darker now- looking like a tone of grey now. Josh fell forward and had to catch himself with his hands when his own feet started to change as well. The second toe started to grow larger and larger. The nail became massively thick and started to overtake the entire end of the foot. The one digit became so large that it deformed the entire rest of the foot, and then the other toes started to regress as if it were stealing their mass. Their soles stretched massively and the many bones within started to fuse together to form a canon bone- their feet were devolving into the hoof of an odd-toe ungulate. As a final minor change, their nostrils expanded a bit larger. When Josh finished, they had to be very careful sneaking around the garage from then on. Their feet were now replaced by hooves- the clopping sound they make against the cement REALLY echoes far. Hardy did not know what to do that night. It felt so good, and both the hetero and homo versions of himself thought the changes he was going through are hot. But, they are going a bit far. They are clearly turning into beasts, and they seem to be increasingly sex addicted. He did not want to stop, but the rational part of his brain told him they needed to. He did not even know what animal they were turning into. It seemed equine, but a donkey's ears are much larger, and a horse does not have a tasseled tail. So then what are they? He decided he would have to tell Josh to stop. Maybe if they figure out what is behind the magic and learn to control it, they can continue. But for now they need to stop, unfortunately. The next day when he got back home from work he sped to his parking spot in the garage like usual. Obviously Hardy wears clothes when he goes to work, so he has to be rather quick about parking and dashing into the elevator in order to keep his clothing- otherwise he turns equine and explodes out of them. His parking spot is on the top, so he has to stop at the halfway point and step into the stairwell for a moment. Like the elevators- the stairs up runs up the side of the parking garage, so it is outside of the spell range. Stepping into it resets the progress on his transformation. Because the first changes that happen to Hardy is him turning from hetero to homo- there are no visible effects initially, giving the illusion that his changes start off really slow. In any case; it gives him a bit of time where he can travel quickly through the garage without worrying about outgrowing everything. As Hardy parked at the top, he glanced around the lot, wondering if Josh was already out there, hiding naked behind a vehicle again. Josh never normally streaked that frequently, but having Hardy visit him each day gave him a reason to always be there. So many sexy memories, such kinky wild times... a shame Hardy has to stop. As his anus started to turn equine and push into the seat under him, he began to space out a bit. His butt felt so empty without Josh's giant dong in it. And Josh's tight anus grabbing his own cock with its death-grip. Hardy was growing bigger in his car, leaning further forward because he is getting taller than the roof of the vehicle. He was snapped out of his horny trance by the uncomfortable feeling of his dick being bent into a downward arch by the front of his bulging pants! Hardy quickly got out of his car, realizing he had idled too long. He could not stand up! His pants were so tight he could not properly bend his legs. He had to grab the sides of the door and heave himself up with his arms but doing so only encouraged their own changes, yanking the sleeves of his shirt taught. His outfit was hugging him so tight, his body felt so hot. He closed his car door and staggered forward a few steps. The waist of his pants started to tear- his tail was twitching against the cloth prison and was high enough that it was stuck right under the waist band of his pants. Hardy looked at the size of the bulge in the front, and seeing how huge he was in comparison to how big he is supposed to be made his cock fight against its confines even harder. It was slammed so hard against the front of his pants he could see the shape of the glans through the fabric. It felt like someone had tried to shrink-wrap his entire body, it was hard to even move at all. He wobbled back and had to brace himself against his car as the bones in his leg started to pop and change shape. The front of his shoes burst open to reveal his single gigantically growing toe as it devolved rapidly into a hoof again. So solid. In thinking about how solid his legs and hooves felt he unintentionally flexed and his thighs tore through the sides of his pants! He was so surprised that he tried to bend over to cover them with his hands in a futile effort of modesty. Of course, the moment he bent over his upper back muscles ripped the back of his shirt in half and when he bent his arms his biceps tore his sleeves. Hardy let out a long groan and leaned backward instead. Each throb of his cock made a tearing sound- his cock beating against the front of his pants was pulling the existing rips in the pant legs wider! He tensed the muscles in the base of his shaft on purpose and his massive dong yanked forward, tearing the front of his pants off and flinging them into the air like a catapult! His heavy grey nuts flopped out between his legs and his tail lashed around aggressively, smacking the back of his pants off and away from him. Hardy glanced around his need in his eyes, breathing heavily. "Wanna... taste that cock one last time. One for the road... can't tell him to stop without so much as a goodbye..." Josh was there, sure enough- and had glanced over without Hardy needing to whistle, because he heard the clothing exploding off of Hardy. When their eyes locked Hardy flexed his upper body muscles and absolutely shredded the rest of his shirt to bits and walked over to Josh immediately. He tried to deep throat Josh, but being not nearly as experienced with dick in his mouth, he could not. Not at first anyway. Because of how massive the shaft is, he could only really get the glans in his mouth before it was already pushing on the start of his throat. He grabbed the soft darkening scrotal flesh at the base of the shaft and softly massaged the huge nuts as he sucked. As they continued like this, they each heard some soft, muffled clicks and snaps. The sound was too quiet to hear normally, but it was emanating from their own heads- causing it to be extremely audible to themselves. Their nostrils flared even larger, pulling their nose wider and putting the bridge more level with the rest of their face. The bone of their skull started to push forward, deforming their entire faces- but this also made Hardy's mouth a bit longer, allowing him to slide further down the shaft. The veins in their necks pulsed fatter and were pushed tighter against the surface skin as the muscles in their necks expanded! Their spine popped a few times and their neck actually got longer, and a lot wider with swollen muscle. Hardy's soft, dexterous lips sunk further and further down the shaft. It now fit into his expanded throat, and slid down. He remembered seeing the bulge the other day in Josh's throat and imagined what it must look like on his own. Soon enough he had to choose when he took a breath very carefully, because he bottomed out on the cock- and it is so long that it filled the entirety of his expanded neck! The flesh was unusually soft at the base. Examining it from so close up, he realized the nest of soft, loose skin at the base of their dicks is a sheath! They have sheaths now! What had formerly been their foreskins pulled tight and puffy when erect- having transformed into the medial ring. Their dicks are so large now that they are telescopic. Josh nudged him to the side and the two ended up flopping over as he made a reach for Hardy's cock. It looked so needy throbbing there and Josh was hungry for more of that thick white goo. They both sucked each other in a sideways 69 in the parking garage. Their balls swelled larger, heavier, meatier, and became even darker- nearly black. The coloration continued into their newly formed sheaths and then their dicks throbbed even stiffer, and started to turn black as well. The glans stretched wide again, yanking the shape flatter. The cleft that leads up to the urethra continued across the entire front of the head now. The urethral opening seemed to grow in size, but it was merely because all the tissue around it was swelling further out- pushing it into a growing depression. The urethra then hardened and started to grow longer individually from the cock itself, causing its opening to rise out of the depression like a little tube. The bumps on the corona expanded along with the stretching of the glans themselves to give it a very bumpy looking edge. As they approached orgasm it looked like their skin color was changing, but they were actually growing an ultra short but dense pelt of fur. It started on their ankles and shins, their forearms and chests. Their pubes turned to the new fur as well. It matched their hair color though- so in this they are opposites; Hardy turned black, Josh turned white. They approached orgasm at the same time, and when they climaxed they both went down on the other as far as they could go- lips pressed into the soft sheath flesh! When they arched their heads forward to do that though- their necks swelled a big thicker and a good bit longer still- and a stripe of bristly hair started to race down it! The hairline in the back advanced down their necks, and their human hair receded at the same time till the two matched perfectly. Now they both had a really long mohawk... a short equine mane. The hair in the mane is dense and quite stiff- almost like the bristles of a toothbrush. They both pulled off of each other's dicks at the same time and took a few minutes to catch their breath. All they could smell is the musky groin of their partner, and the scent of cum on their own breath- causing their giant dongs to not want to recede. The two of them sat up gawking at one another- using the other man like a mirror to figure out their own changes. Those were definitely equine phallus- pitch black now from base to tip and SO long. Their nuts were like the size of ostrich eggs. They did not grow in overall size that much though- I mean, for a horse transformation. So Hardy was again unable to identify properly what species they were turning too- because they were still rather small for a horse. Their exploration with their eyes however soon turned to exploration with their hands. Hardy played with Josh's dick, Josh played with Hardy's penis. As they touched, the cocks returned to full erection quickly. The skin pulled so tight and smooth looking. The bumps and ridges so taught and defined yet the skin so smooth and soft- so fun to touch and manipulate. Their testicles rocking back and forth off rhythm to one another, like a dance in slow motion. Eventually they pushed the two shafts closer together to share the heat radiating off them both. They moaned and it almost sounded like a whickering. They could feel the pulse of the others' heart through the fat veins in their cocks pressed together. Josh shoved him back and climbed over him and started to thrust against his dick! They were frotting now, immediately after having already had sex. The soft, malleable, hot flesh of their scrotums smushing together as their huge heavy nuts softly collide. The base of their cocks rubbed together, causing them to tighten and pull closer to their bodies, pulling the shafts apart but then when the clench released they sprang forward again and collide with a dull *thud*. Josh had to spread his legs quite a bit in order for their shafts to meet, because having hooves and a canon bone caused their legs to be considerably longer than before, which would put his groin too high in the air without spreading his legs. Soon it felt like he was pushing into the ground harder with his hands than he actually was and he glanced up from their groins to see their hands were now devolving! The middle finger started to grow gigantic, and the nail transforming into a hoof. The other digits remained where they were while the middle one pushed forward and stole their mass, regressing the others into nothing at all- till only the one finger remained. This leveled Josh's body off. If he attempted to stand on all fours before, his ass would be over a foot higher up than his chest because his legs would be so much longer- but now that all four possessed hooves, all four matched in size. Their hearts started to get louder in their ears. Their veins throbbed tighter with each pulse. Their heart was actually growing in size, making their chest feel tight. They both felt short on breath and took a deep breath, but then without breathing out; took another breath, and then another! Their lungs squished against the inside of their ribs as they expanded massively as well as their heart and finally their ribs stopped trying to hold them back. In a rapid fire series of hollow pops, their entire rib cage expanded! Hardy had the best view of this, because he was laid back, so he was able to notice the change visually right away as his chest rose higher and higher! Their chest remained the same size in width though- so rather than simply get larger, it was also changing shape, becoming barrel-like. This also made it harder to reach across their own body with their arms. If they tried to hug each other, they would not be able to curl their limbs all the way around- they don't bend like that no more. This also caused their pectoral muscles to shift however- getting shoved higher! Rather than pointing forward between their arms, they pointed up. Which, would be forward when they are on all fours. The fur also started to spread more- another patch appearing on their upper back from the base of their mane. The black and white coloration fading in across their entire bodies- though no fur grew on their sheath or balls, leaving the black flesh exposed. The black continued up their taint, over their anus and onto the bottom base of their tails. Both men let out a gust of hot air from their huge lungs in an equine snort of exertion as they approached climax again! Their dicks practically vibrated together as they became achingly erect. Their glans itched with internal blood pressure. they stretched even bigger now! The last fifth of their shaft started to swell up trying to transition into the increasingly wide cock heads! They became absolutely massive trumpeted heads! Full equine flares. The shafts pulled themselves apart again as they clenched hard- held together still by several strands of pre as they erupted two thick, heavy streams of cum. The jets of spunk were strong enough to completely clear their bodies and paint new guide lines onto the parking garage floor. Between each arch, the shafts relaxed and slammed into one another, sending a vibration thought them and making them wobble, launching them straight into the next contraction and pulling apart again! When they finished, they were both dizzy from all the changes, and a bit love drunk. Hardy noticed the change first because he went from hetero to homo, but neither noticed when the spell continued to make them both MORE homo. What was a simple attraction to men became a love for them, which became an addiction; a throbbing need. And then that addiction devolved into full blown obsession. Hardy knew they needed to get out of here and revert for now. But he did not want to leave Josh. The lot at night was cool, and he wanted to be in Josh's warmth. Hardy turned away from him but did not leave- his thoughts and desires were at odds, causing him to simply stand still, locked between the two options. He is so equine, making him rather strange looking standing there. His massive neck gave him even more height, so he was towering over everything. Josh clopped up behind him and gently put his front hooves on either side of his hips. Hardy hummed in pleasure, but then was a bit startled when he felt the head of Josh's penis gently press against his projected equine anus, teasing the ring. "W-wheieieit. I- we... turn back. We should... back..." It is hard to think. "La-eieieihter. We can turn back later. There still isn't anyone down here." He learned closer so Hardy could feel his hot breath on his back, tickling his fine fur. "Did your ass get bigger?" "N-no..." At least he did not think it did. They could both hear the subtle sound of tissue rapidly stretching as their rumps started to round out. "Maybe a little." And bigger still. This thigh muscles swelled up a bit bigger, his ass cheeks taught and round, then suddenly their hips let out a hollow pop that echoed through the whole garage. "A lot." They started to teeter on their hooves, their taint felt so tight. Then another pop and their hips expanded even larger, their huge butt cheeks swelling larger to keep up- but these cheeks are taught with muscle, not jiggly with fat. Their taint got stretched longer both times- putting their anus and genitals further and further apart with the expansion of their hips. Hardly fell forward catching himself on all fours. "Oouugh... s-soo muh-heihehih-ch." Josh fell forward a moment later, but was so close behind him that when he flopped over his chest rest on Hardy's massive ass cheeks. He squirmed forward, almost mindlessly seeking more pleasure. When the head of his dick touched Hardy's anus again, Hardy thoughtlessly thrust his hips back and they both cried out in pleasure when the head popped into his ass! The sound they made is unusual- sort of like a small dog barking into a long tube. An odd high-reverberance chirp. Their changed faces made it hard to talk. and their voices are now much deeper than before and distorted. Josh scrambled forward, climbing onto Hardy to thrust in fully. Hardy's own chubby dick starting to swing back and forth on its own, painting the ground under them with pre as it lazily started to erect itself fully again. They nickered and snorted occasionally- their moans and groans devolved to equine sounds. Their skulls grew even larger, their faces pushing further and further apart. Their back and front teeth started to divide as their mouth extended, causing there to be a gap between. Their lips became looser and more dexterous. As their face extended, their eyes were pushed more to the side, and the bridge of their nose stretched perfectly equalized with the rest of their face. This meant their own face took up more and more of their vision. Long whisker-like feeler hairs grew from their chins, extending the perception of touch. They cannot see anything directly in front of their face, so the only way to know how close their mouth is to reaching food is if they can feel it. Their massive nostrils let out loud gusts of air now as their breathing became heavier. Hardy playful flopped to the side, pulling Josh with him since he was mostly on top of Hardy. When they hit the ground, it stunned Josh for a moment and Hardy twisted himself around while still on his cock. He pulled forward sliding off Josh's dick a bit and bopping him on the lips with his own phallus- connecting them with a strand of pre. Josh fluttered his lips over the head and then slid it in his mouth. Now Josh was on his back and Hardy thrusting both in and out at the same time. When Hardy thrust forward, Josh's dick partially slid out and Hardy's penis slid into his mouth. When he thrust back, he slid partially out of Josh's mouth and further down onto his dick. Their bodies started to crack and pop as their torso lengthened and their fur pelts expanded still further to completely cover their entire bodies- including now their fully equine faces. Josh climaxed in Hardy's massive ass, and Hardy exploded once again in Josh's long mouth. Both were a bit dazed when they finished, both getting onto all fours. Hardy knew he needed to return to his apartment and turn back. There was no waiting around this time- they were all animal at this point! He could not even tell they are supposed to be human. He went to stand up and just clapped his hooves loudly on the ground. He tossed himself up off the ground, then teetered for a few seconds and then fell over again. He trot over to the concrete wall and braced a hoof against it and slowly stood up. He was still wobbly though. He could tell the moment he let go of the wall he would fall back to all fours! His torso is too long and far too heavy now- he can't walk on two legs anymore! He looked over at Josh also trying to stand on two legs- it mostly just looked like he was stomping his front hooves- barely able to make it off the ground in the first place. When he fell back to all fours it caused his soft dick to flop around, which then caused him to buck his hips softly at the feeling. Hardy knew they had to get out of here quick, before they devolved into rutting beasts again. He started to trot toward the elevator, and hearing the echo of his hooves against the ground, Josh quickly followed, not wanting to let his lover go far without him. The two had trouble cramming their massive bodies into the elevator, but they managed it. They both had to lean on one another and stand up to fit inside, and Josh managed to swat the floor number with his tail. Their butts were against either wall, their chests resting on one anothers, their arms tangled and the top of their head pressed firmly against the roof- there was only two people in that elevator, but that elevator was definitely full. They were also pushing the weight limit of the elevator into the danger zone- if they were any larger the cables might have snapped. It is a good thing Hardy keeps a spare key- resting on the top of the door frame back into his apartment. It still took him a while to get inside, because he has no hands to use the key. He was forced to pinch it between his teeth and use his mouth to open the door. Two people actually came out of their apartments in the same hall while the two animals were trying to get in and said absolutely nothing. They were so done with the day that they never bothered to look up long enough to realize there is two huge animals in the hall with them. Once inside Hardy breathed a sigh of relief. When he trot inside his apartment with Josh right behind him he went to sit on the couch but found it awkward since only a third of his giant ass actually fit on the cushions. How did he normally do this while waiting to turn back? Then his eyes went wide and remembered- he never had to. He turns back the second he steps into the elevator. But now he is in his apartment and still equine!! They AREN'T turning back! Is it because they went full animal?! It must be some fail-safe built into the spell- if it is aborted part of the way in, the effects undo, but they were fully transformed now and thus well beyond the threshold. Hardy had no idea what to do, he tried a few times to ask Josh what they should do, but the two of them just made odd chirping barks at one another and nickers and snorts. Neither are capable of speaking English anymore! If they went out they would get caught- and no one is going to be able to tell they are supposed to be human. So what happens if they get caught, is they are shot with tranquilizers and wake up in a zoo. So, they can't really wander out of the apartment. They have no idea who put up the spell or where the spell itself is hidden exactly, so their only remaining option was to stay in the apartment and hope the effects reverse after a while. Of course, two gay equines in a small human apartment... they are going to have sex to pass the time. They already turned themselves into beasts, what was the point of holding back now? Hardy made a nicker that sounded like a chuckle; laughing at how forgetful Josh was. He would often go to do something and then forget and just stare into space. But Josh laughed at him for doing the same. As time went on, the two fucked in every plausible position- including managing to get their giant equine body up onto the island counter in the kitchen to fuck over it. They broke furniture trying to use it with a body far too large, and they wanted to shower together but only one could actually fit in the shower, so he just bit and turned the shower head to spray out onto the rest of the bathroom. Human Hardy would be mortified at the water damage to the apartment. Equine Hardy didn't even realize that was a thing. Their attention span for the television was dwindling. They started to fuck more frequently, unable to really concentrate on anything else. The human in their eyes starting to fade as they forgot themselves. Their iris grew wider hiding more of the white of their eye and making it seem darker overall. Their pupils started to stretch horizontally as they forgot more and more with each intense rut. One day they became so absentminded and so obsessed with pleasure that they just woke up fucking on the ruins of his bed- the legs having snapped off from their weight. And then they fucked again in the hall. Then rimjobs in the bathroom. Then blowjobs in the kitchen. Then frotting in the living room. The air was thick with equine musk. Their huge bodies tumbling over one another as they shifted positions to keep rutting causing them to slam up against the walls, irritating the tenants around them as their walls shook so hard Josh and Hardy almost knocked the paintings off their neighbor's walls. The tumbling bodies steamrolled the furniture and even destroyed the TV but neither stopped long enough to notice. Their large equine tongues and soft lips fluttered together as they grasped each other clumsily with their hooved limbs and their giant cocks bounced and flicked all over the place, spurting pre all over the apartment. Neither were human enough now mentally to operate the AC so the temperature of the apartment skyrocketed from their constant romping and they were sweating heavily. Their eyes were locked with one another so neither noticed in the moment. A drop of sweat fell from Josh and ran across Hardy's side... leaving a white streak. Hardy rolled him over and pressed their balls and shafts together and several drops of sweat fell from his body onto Josh... leaving black streaks wherever they touched. When the drops touched the floor they did nothing, it was just normal sweat. But when it contacted the other man, it dyed his fur. The two tumbled across the floor back and forth, lips locked together and tongues tangled, snorting and grunting, thrusting their hips together. Sweat rolled off and flicked onto the other. Hardy's black hide dyed black stripes all over Josh's body, while Josh's white hide streaked Hardy with white stripes. Finally it had become painfully obvious what they turned into. Zebra. One is white with black stripes, the other is black with white stripes. Their pupils stretched into full rectangles and the two of them even forgot what their names were supposed to be- the only thing they knew is they loved the other. Kayla burst in through the apartment door- of course they were too stupid to lock it again behind them. At least seven other tenants had their hands hovering over their phone ready to call the landlord or police with a noise complaint. She looked at the two zebra tumbling about, thrusting and grinding against each other in awkwardly desperate obsession. "I need to get you two the hell out of here before animal control shows up. It seems my spell worked perfectly." She narrowed her eyes and managed to identify two black cocks among their constantly moving bodies. "Wait... two gay zebra?! God damnit!" You see, Kayla works at the local zoo. They were attempting a breeding program to help the zebra repopulate, except as the newspapers had reported a while back- their breeding program utterly failed to get off the ground. One male but several female- it usually works fine, because one male can impregnate several females in a row... except their only male is gay. It refused to mount the females at all. So Kayla took the arcane imprint of his form in secret and illegally hid a transformation spell within the parking garage to turn unwitting males into new zebra to use as breeders, then eventually turn back into humans and bail from the scene before they regain enough intelligence to realize what the hell happened. Well- her spell worked... sort of. It turned two males into zebra, unfortunately one of the males was gay, and the other BECAME gay. She used the imprint from a gay zebra, so the spell also makes anyone it affects gay! She did not realize its sexual preferences would also become part of the spell! Now she has three male zebra and none of them willing to breed with anything other than themselves! "Uuuugh. I guess I will just turn you back now then. You are of no use to me." She paused a moment. "Wait. Let me get my webcam. Maybe you guys can work for me a little... then I will turn you back."

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Title: Hotel Tryst Tags: affair, pearl necklace, shower, cum shot It's a hot summer evening, and I open the hotel room door. It's cold, so cold my nipples are hard and aching, and I barely resist the urge to pinch and roll them between my fingers. It's been a long day so I strip naked and slide onto the cool sheets with a smile, imagining you're already there with me. I'm daydreaming about the feel of your skin, the way it tastes when I slide your cock inside my mouth. I want to touch myself so badly but I want to wait until you're there, and I'm so wet I can't think straight. What I need is a shower to cool down and get patient again. I start it up but turn the water to warm, and when I step in it's so relaxing my muscles loosen up. It doesn't help, the heat and steam only make me wetter, and the feel of the water beating down on my sensitive nipples is driving me crazy. I hear you at the door and a wicked smile crosses my face. I want you to see me, I want you to watch me. I lean back against the wall and brace my feet, legs spread wide. I cup one hefty breast with one hand, pulling the nipple, and with the other I stroke over my swollen clit until the bathroom door opens. When I see your shadow I slide a finger deep inside my pussy, and when I rub my g-spot the pleasure makes me gasp. I want to close my eyes and savor it, but I want to see you watching me. You pull back the curtain and I pull my nipple harder and stroke my finger deep inside and back out. You watch me quietly and I can see it's been a long day, and all I want is to spoil you. "Come on in," I say and with a small smile you start to strip. I watch every move and it gets me so hot I slip another finger inside and start to rub my clit with my thumb as I move. I'm close, very close, and when you're inside you reach for me but I move back. I don't want to lose control just yet and I easily could. Instead I smile and reach behind you for the bar of soap while you let the warm water sluice down your own body. I lather my hands up well and stroke the foam over your neck and shoulders, feeling the lines there, the texture of your skin on my fingertips. Your hands reach for my breasts and though I want you to play with them desperately I just can't handle it. "Relax," I say, and soap down your arms. I bring my hands your hips then and try to ignore your erect cock between us though all I want to do is drop to me knees and taste it. Instead I stroke the soap over your stomach and chest until you're nice slippery. I move my hands to your back and I have to move so close that my breasts touch your chest. It feels too good and I rub my nipples there, enjoying the slipperiness. Just when your hands begin to rise again I slip my own onto your butt and cup both cheeks firmly. I'm close enough now that half your soap is on me, and your hard cock slides against my bare pussy, slipping with ease against the foamy bubbles. Before I give in those sensations I drop to my knees. I stare at your cock and lick my lips, wanting desperately to taste it but I want to tease you. I want you just as hot as I am, so I ignore it for the moment. I start at your feet and slowly side the soap up your legs, moving with such care that you know where my hands will end up, and I can see by the tension in your body you're almost as close as I am. I gently run my soapy fingertips over your sac just to hear you gasp softly and your cock twitches heavily. I close my fist around it and you almost sigh, but bite your lip instead. I thought I could tease you even more but I can't. I stroke you quickly, once twice, again, and then I reach my limit. "I want you to fuck me," I say and stand up. I don't wait for your answer I just turn and plant my hands on the shower curtain rod. I know to stand on my toes because of your height, and when I do you slam home. I'm wet and you're slick but I'm still tight and it takes me a second to get used to it. I groan in pleasure and that's when you begin to move. I pushed you too hard and you slam in and out, stroking my g-spot as you go. I'm close, so close and I get impatient. I slide a hand against my pussy, my fingers stroking my clit in your rhythm, and I come hard. It's so intense I scream and you keep moving through it, and it feels like it lasts forever. Still when I come down I want more, and though we're both panting you're more tired than I. "Bed?" is all I say. "Oh, yeah," you say, almost laughing. We don't even stop to grab towels, you just follow me back into the hotel room. "Lay down," I say, and when you do I feel a dark thrill inside. You expect me to face you but I don't want that tonight. I turn away from you and lower myself onto your cock. I feel your hands on my ass, spreading me, watching your cock slip inside. I'm swollen and more aroused than I've ever been, and when I move it's slow and deep. I rushed the last time, now I want to feel every inch of you. With each stroke you slide against my g-spot and I climb higher, tightening around you. You need it faster, harder, and your hands on my ass urge me on. I bend over and grab your legs and use my hips to pump you hard, and you fill me hotly. I want to feel you come but I'm closer, and I come again, screaming, shaking with the force of it. When I'm down and realize you didn't come with me, and I throw a naughty look over my shoulder. "I want you to come on my tits," I say and you groan. I pull off you and sit down, lowering onto my back as you climb to your knees. I watch you stroke your cock once, twice, and then you're between my legs, sinking into my pussy. I'm still aroused enough that it feels incredible, but I'm too tired to come again. Instead I want to feel your come on me, so I brace my feet on your calves and move with my hips in your rhythm. I grab your ass and force you to move faster until we're both breathless. Suddenly you pull out and I'm desperate for it. I watch you stroke yourself and then you come. I feel the hot jets of it spill over my breasts in time to your rapid breaths and I wait until you're done. I lock my eyes onto yours as my hands caress my breasts, rubbing your come. "Rub them with me, please," I say. You do, pinching my nipples as we go, and we rub until my nipples feel stiffer than ever and the cum is almost dry. Tired, you collapse next to me on your back. I stretch with a yawn and stand up as you ask "Where are you going?" I stop and smile. "You got me all dirty I have to take another shower. You can come on in if you want," I say, and I hope you do.

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Title: Belle of Bellville Ch. 11-12 Tags: no sex, drama, m/f romance, love story, romance novella **Chapter Eleven** It was still very early in the morning when Isabella steered her freshly washed Rover away from the full-service car wash. There weren't very many people making use of the place so they spent extra care on her vehicle—and it needed it. Then again, there weren't many people up and about this early Monday morning, either, and the workers were probably happy to have something to do. She drove to a parking spot along Bellville's main boulevard. Then, with a sigh and a dreamy look in her big eyes, she curled her fingers around the steering wheel and stared out the windshield, not knowing that her cheeks were still warm and rosy from a passionate night with Jacob. She'd already prepared breakfast and had immediately left, this time without any problem. This time, though, she had no intention of leaving. In fact, she believed she could make a nice home here in Bellville. The Rover needed a good cleaning, and she also felt she needed to clear her head. She also needed to get away from the ranch for a moment, and from Jacob, in order to do it. The man was simply...intoxicating. Good thing he was an early riser, too. He would've otherwise made it difficult, if not impossible, for her to leave. By the time she awakened, he'd already gone. She couldn't suppress a sense of...loss. She actually missed his warm, strong body beside her. It had already become so familiar, so...wonderful to have a warm body beside her in bed—and *what* a body! Then she shook her head. "What are you doing, you silly woman," she whispered, softly. "You've only known him for four days and you're already acting like a love-sick fool. Ugh!" For all her attempts to leave, she hadn't been very successful. Now she realized why. It wasn't because someone was there to stop her, or circumstances didn't allow it. No. It was because she never really wanted to go. Sure, she was confused and off-kilter for a while, and Jacob really didn't make it easier on her, but now she realized that all her attempts to leave Barrington Ranch were failures because deep down inside she never really wanted to succeed. And this was becoming a problem. "Face it...you like him more than you're willing to admit," she said with another exasperated sigh. Then she frowned and dropped her eyes. "Maybe even a little more than just 'like'. Maybe it was—" She abruptly stopped when she realized where she was going with that train of thought. She quickly shook her head, making her shining black curls bounce. "No. Impossible. And that's enough thinking for now, Isabella! You need to focus. You can't stay or you'll become just another notch on Jacob Barrington's bedpost!" With renewed energy, she grabbed her macramé bag from the passenger's seat and exited the Rover. She needed to check if any mail had come in for her at the Postal Plus as well as check if anyone had informed about the position that she knew she had to vacate a.s.a.p. She also wanted to buy some extra time for her TracFone since the special was still valid and she might need the phone for on the road. Yes, she was still planning on leaving. Now more than ever. Now it was no longer a choice. Now it's was a necessity of epic proportions—if only to spare her sanity! Dressed in a pretty boat-neck summer print dress in soft blues, greens, and pinks, she knew she still looked completely out of place in Bellville. But she just wasn't the kind of girl to wear jeans. Never was. She swung her beaded macramé bag over her shoulder before she turned and pointed the keychain remote, pressing the button and locking her Rover. Then on soft-blue, high-heel strap-sandals, she walked briskly to the shops and stepped up onto the walk before she made her way to the Postal Plus, bowing her head in greeting at friendly townsfolk who passed and greeted her. She loved the way the men in Bellville touched their hat to her. It was so gentlemanly and yet so masculine. It's what Jacob did, too, but the way he did it made her heart skip and her body tingle all over— "Enough!" she reprimanded herself. "Have some dignity, woman." She'd been at the Barrington Ranch for only four days, but she'd come during the busiest time of the year for them. The cattle were being rounded up and branded for market and for the slaughterhouse. This would ensure that the Barringtons were going to be plenty busy which means they wouldn't be at the house as much. At least, that's what Jerr told her the other day. She wouldn't see Jacob as much. On the plus side, it would make it easier on the new woman who'd, eventually, take her place. She was certain there had to be a ton of inquiries although she's received no calls as of yet. Strange, but one would think working for the Barringtons who paid so well would make anyone enthusiastic to find a position with them! Though it was tougher to run the Barrington home than she let them know, she was proud of herself for handling it all with skill. She was a little rusty, but she was getting better at it. At least she was able to keep the house in tip-top shape! She even set vases with fresh cut flowers here and there to spruce up the rather barren interior of the western-style home. She always tried to look through her mother's eyes and see what she would have seen. She believed her mother would be proud of her. Well, except for the part about having sex with one of the Barrington sons, that is. She rolled her eyes up to the heavens. "Don't judge me, Mother. You've seen the man yourself," she whispered before she headed for the door to the Postal Plus. The beauty of the Postal Plus franchise was, she had opened a mailbox in the other States that she'd traveled through, and they had an excellent mail-forwarding system. Every one of them forwarded all her mail from one mailbox to the other until it eventually ended up in Bellville. She was pretty proud of herself for setting this up. This would ensure her privacy to the nth degree. Or so she told herself but what, she'd later discover, was not the case... "Howdy, Miss Isabella!" Mr. Brody greeted jovially. "Hello Mr. Brody, Mrs. Brody," she said with a charming smile. "What can we do for our Belle of Bellville, today?" Mrs. Brody asked. She smiled with a brief frown when she heard the nickname they'd elected to give her, but then, "I came to check if there's any mail for me?" She stepped to the counter and slipped off her bag to pull out some envelopes that John Barrington had asked her to mail. "I don't believe so, Miss Isabella," Mrs. Brody said. She popped eyebrows. "Not even junk mail?" " 'Fraid not," Mr. Brody said. "Didn't git any mail yesterday on account it was Sunday, and there was none on Saturday. It's still early, though, so maybe we'll git somethin' this afternoon. Afternoons are when we usually git the mail." "Oh. Okay." "I'd say, give it a couple of days. Mail takes it's time around here. I'm sure you'll soon enough regret not gettin' anythin' today once all that junk mail comes rollin' in," Mr. Brody said with a chuckle. She smiled. "Well, I was also wondering if you've heard anyone inquire about the advertisement I had put up two days ago?" "Advertisement?" Mrs. Brody asked, confused. "Yes, advertisement. The one I pinned to the community board?" she said, thumbing over her shoulder before she glanced at the cork board—but then paused. She blinked big eyes when she couldn't see her advertisement. She dropped her hand, turned, and then walked over to the board and began scanning the board, hoping to see her roller index card. "What were you advertisin', Miss Isabella?" Mr. Brody asked. "Um...a position." "Position?" Mrs. Brody asked with a confused frown. "Yes," she said as she smiled at the elderly couple behind the counter. "I put up an advertisement for an assistant housekeeper and cook." "Oh..." Mr. Brody said with dawning. "Yea, we knew you'd be needin' an assistant sooner rather than later. It ain't no easy job bein' the cook and housekeeper at the Barrington spread. That house is so big and it's so dusty out there that it'd take two, maybe even three, housekeepers just to keep it decent. And everyone knows Elena ain't a hard-workin' gal ever since she'd been tryin' to lasso John Junior." "Do ya think he'll marry the girl, Stan?" "Don't rightly know, Mabel," her husband said with a shrug. "But she ain't the type to give up 'til she gets that weddin' band on her little finger." "They'd make a cute couple, wouldn't they? He's so handsome and she's so pretty. And were they a little quicker and it didn't go out of business a couple o' years back, they could've stayed at the Abri de Nellie Bed and Breakfast. But I've heard someone's rented the place. Don't know why since it's rundown and all." Isabella was barely following the conversation between the elderly couple behind the counter. She was tapping her slender fingertip to her lip in thought, wondering where her ad had gone off to. "Can't find your ad, Miss Isabella?" Mr. Brody asked. She shook her head. "I don't see it." "You know what?" Mrs. Brody said. "I think I saw Jake by the board after Miss Isabella left the shop two days past." Isabella's finger stopped tapping. Then she turned on heel and looked at the elderly woman who was now looking at her. "Jacob Barrington was in here?" "Yea, he was, Miss Isabella," Mrs. Brody said with a nod. "And he was standin' where you are, lookin' at the board. Now I'm not accusin' him of anythin', but it's a rule at the Postal Plus that nobody takes down ads but the one who put it up there, so I'm thinkin' that he might've been the bold one to have done the deed." She frowned. "Why would he do that?" "It's Jake Barrington," Mr. Brody said as he placed stamps on her envelopes. "He's none too fond of strangers at the ranch. Maybe he don't approve of you puttin' up the advertisement?" Then he looked up. "Did you ask permission before doin' it?" She looked sheepishly. "No. I didn't think I had to." "Oh, but sweet child!" Mrs. Brody said. "You have to be careful about invitin' people to the ranch. The Barringtons are very private people. They don't take too kindly havin' people they don't know showin' up at the ranch without them knowin'. 'Less it's their Pa doin' the invitin'. He does as he pleases." Well, that explained Jacob Barrington's rude attitude the first time she showed up! He probably didn't even know that his father had put up an ad for a housekeeper and cook. In fact, she was almost certain he didn't, judging by his reaction that first day. "May I put up another advertisement?" she asked them. "You can put up anythin' you want, Miss Isabella," Mrs. Brody said, "but if I was you, I'd ask Mr. Barrington for permission first or it'll git took down just like the first one. Jake comes in here regularly to check the ads. Maybe to check if someone's put one up for them without their permission or to check any that's been put there by one of their own." She frowned. "He comes in here regularly?" "Like clockwork," Mrs. Brody said with a nod. "Did he know about the one I had inquired about five days ago?" "Of course!" Mr. Brody said. "That one's been up for weeks." "Oh." Well, there went her explanation why Jacob was so rude toward her that first day. Since he already knew about the ad, he shouldn't have approached her with such a hostile disposition! Then she sighed as she came to the counter. "I guess you're right. I'll ask permission first." She'd just have to find another way to advertise for her replacement. Mrs. Brody patted her hand encouragingly. "But I know John Barrington won't say no. Not if you set those pretty blue eyes on him, Miss Isabella. Just let him know that you need a helper on account you're the only one doin' all the work there." "Well, not all the work. Elena helps," she said, not to disparage the woman. "Pff! Yea," Mrs. Brody said with twinkling eyes and laughter. "So, got these all fixed with stamps. Was there anythin' else you need, Miss Isabella?" Mr. Brody asked. She nodded as she handed him her TracFone. "I'd like to take advantage of the special for TracFones and add minutes?" "Comin' right up!" \* \* \* \* She returned to her Rover and disengaged the alarm before she got in behind the wheel. She was just about to stick her key into the ignition when she paused as she suddenly remembered something. Why on god's green Earth would Jacob remove her ad? How could he know she hadn't asked his father prior to coming upon them in his father's study after they'd danced? For all he knew, she'd already asked, so unless he called his father and asked if he'd granted her permission for the ad and find out he hadn't, why would he remove it? Then she looked upset. "Maybe because he didn't want me leaving before he had a go at me? Ugh!" Now she was livid. There simply wasn't any other reason for Jacob to take down the ad, especially not knowing whether or not she'd already asked and received permission from his father prior to putting it up! The only other plausible explanation she could think of was the one that made her angry now. He wasn't planning on letting her leave until he got her into bed! Gone were all the tender romantic feelings she was beginning to feel for him. BACK was the anger and distrust of men—men like Jacob Barrington and Charles DeVille and their sneaky ways to use women for their own selfish needs. Then she paused again, her angry eyes staring through the windshield in thought. What kept her from leaving now? It's clear as day that as long as Jacob didn't have his fill of her, he was going to make it impossible for her to leave. But she was in her car now, with a full tank of gas, and she could always buy more clothing along the way—money! That's what she needed. Money. She grabbed her shoulder bag and rummaged through it, looking for the long leather wallet where she stashed all her cash. She pulled it out so that she could count how much she had—which should be considerably more than what she came with!—and as she did, something slipped out with the wallet and dropped on her lap. She glanced down and saw that it was a small photograph...and all her anger rushed out of her in a nanosecond. It was an old photograph of her father and mother. They were posing for a professional photographer, standing in front of a soft blue background. It was a small version of a much larger one that an artist had used in order to make an oil portrait of them for the dining room...long, long ago. It seemed like an eternity ago. Seeing her mother's beautiful face again brought tears to her eyes. She hadn't looked at that little picture for days now. Now she had, she felt all those emotions of loss and sorrow return and well up inside her. They were so powerful that she felt they'd strangle her. She missed her old life. She missed her childhood home. She missed her beautiful canopy bed and private adjoining bathroom with the soft pink and white tiles. She missed the French doors in her bedroom that opened to a private and generous balcony which, that time of year, would be filled with the delicate scent of flowers that were growing and blossoming in planters hung around the railing. She missed her horses, her designer clothing, her life as Isabella **Beaumont**-Boucher...but above all else, she missed her mother. "God damn you, Charles DeVille. God damn you to hell," she whispered through her tears before she regained her composure as best she could. She sat up straight, sniffed and fingered away her tears before she moved forward to stick the key into the ignition. There was a knock on the window and she started. She shot up big eyes still glistening with tears and still mirroring the heart-rending emotions she was suffering. To her surprise, and through the glass of her rolled up window, she found herself looking straight into Jacob Barrington's face! If he'd noticed her distress, he didn't show it. She quickly pressed the button and the window lowered letting in the dry breeze that helped dry her tears some. She sniffed and wiped the remaining tears from her face while she fought to present a calm demeanor. "Hello, Mister Jacob," she greeted as she scanned the periphery, but he was alone. He arched an eyebrow but he didn't make mention about the way she addressed him. "What're you doin' here, Bella?" "I was just checking if I'd gotten any mail." "It's Monday and it's mornin'. No mail gits delivered on Sundays and it don't git delivered 'til the afternoon." "Yes." She nodded. "Mr. and Mrs. Brody informed me of that." Then she smiled politely. "Are you in town for some special reason?" "Yea," he said. "You." "As you can see, I'm fine. I'm on my way back to the ranch." He studied her eyes for a moment. "Are you, Bella?" "Yes, I am. I was only in town to have the Rover washed and to check for mail, and I planned on returning to the ranch right after." "I mean, are you fine?" "Oh yes, yes." She nodded and sniffed again. "I'm fine." She motioned with her hand briefly to her face. "I believe I've developed allergies in this dry, dusty climate, but I'm otherwise fine. Honest." "Hm." He nodded once. "I gotta hankerin' for Arbuckle. How about you?" She immediately shook her head. "No, I'm fine. I really need to get back to the house—" She abruptly stopped when she saw his big arm reach through the window and she watched, in shock, how he took the keys from her fingers and unlocked the door before he pulled it open. "Mister Jacob!" "Comin'?" he said. She damn well knew that wasn't a request! She looked cross up at his unreadable unemotional face beneath his ever-present hat. "I told you, I'm not in the mood for coffee—" "—Then you'll have somethin' else, but you're comin' with me either way." She stiffened and bristled by his commanding tone. Charles was like that with her, too, and she was getting really tired of men thinking they had any right to bully her around. Then she saw that he was strapped with a gun belt and holster—and a holster with a large firearm in it! "Bellville's an open-carry city," he explained. What he didn't explain was, why was he "open-carrying" that morning? She'd never seen him wear a gun belt and holstered gun before! "Now you listen to me, Mister Jacob," she gritted beneath her breath as she glared up at him, "I'm not one of your floozies that you can push around, and I'm not *cattle*. I *refuse* to be bullied by you—" "—Do you wanna scene?" he quietly asked, belying the hard look in his blue eyes that watched as she stiffened. "Because I ain't got no problem makin' one if you don't get out of your car *now*." "What? You intend to shoot me if I don't?" Her chest was heaving with inner, pent-up rage. Despite that, she knew that, between the two of them, she was at a disadvantage. She was under no illusion that he wouldn't grab her, throw her over his shoulder, and carry her off like a sack of flour in front of Bellville's townsfolk just for their entertainment. "Do you want me countin' down, Bella?" he asked with eyebrows up. With delicate nostrils flaring, she swept angry blue eyes around them and, as she did, she saw there were too many people out to test the validity of his threat. She also noticed that there were quite a few men strapped with gun belts and holstered guns. Then she swept those upset eyes up at him before she snatched her bag as he stepped back, holding the door open as she hopped out. "Can I at least close the window? Or would that offend your supersized-sense of masculine authority?" she honed. He said nothing, but leaned into the SUV pushed the button for the window, and had it close. She was glaring at him all that time, but he wasn't impressed. In fact, he ignored her altogether! He closed the door and set the alarm before he motioned with his hooded head. "Come on," he said as he, to her utmost chagrin, slipped HER keys into HIS jeans pocket. "May I have my keys back, Mister Jacob?" she said as she held out the palm of her hand. "Yea, of course," he said. But then, instead of dropping her keys into her hand, he took her hand in a firm hold and pulled her along. She was left with the choice to either follow or be dragged! "This is unnecessary, Mister Jacob!" she protested as she kept pace with him. "At first I didn't much appreciate it, Bella, but I reckon I'm startin' to like you addressin' me with Jacob, although I can still do without the 'Mister'," he said as he gave her confused face a sidelong look. "Ain't no woman ever said my name the way you did last night." She went instantly beet-red in the face. The added benefit to him was, she was struck speechless—and that's exactly what he was going for. He also knew she was too much of a lady to show her temper in public and, with more people out and about, she returned to her polite manner and smile, and bid passersby good morning as he touched his hat. By the time she found her tongue again, they'd already made it to a small café in the same shopping complex. "You are acting boorish!" she hissed beneath her breath. He ignored her...again. They entered the cozy establishment, and he immediately sought out a table for them by the window. Still holding on to her hand as if he were afraid she'd bolt, he led her to their table without delay. Although she was adept at walking on high heels and could move quicker than most women wearing them, she couldn't outrun a six foot plus cowboy in cowboy boots. He pulled out a chair for her and only released her hand when she was seated. Then he took a seat across her while ignoring the blasts of blue ice coming from her side as she glared at him, wholly disenchanted about his behavior. Not that he noticed, as calm as he was as he removed his hat and set it on the table. He simply took up the menu and sat back before perusing it with all the calm in the world! "You said I can have my keys back." "Yup." "May I have them back now?" "You don't need them now," he said, undisturbed, while continuing to peruse the menu. "I don't *care* if I don't need them now. I *want* them now," she ground out as angry as she possibly could without raising her voice. "And why are you studying the menu? You only wanted "Arbuckle", remember?" Her testy tone had him raise his head a little to peer across the table at her fuming little face. He knew she hadn't a clue how breathtaking and tempting she looked with fire in those sapphire-blue eyes and her cheeks flushed the way they get when they'd just had sex. Unfortunately, she had to drop those attractive eyes when a pretty blonde waitress appeared at their table in a burgundy uniform with a cute white frilly apron. He felt genuinely deprived! "Oh, howdy, Jake!" the waitress greeted. Isabella was irked. Did the man sleep with every pretty woman in Bellville?? She wondered what was this woman's "place and time" with him in the past. She looked a little young, though, even for an insatiable lover like Jacob, so theirs must've been a recent break-up. "Howdy, Reese," he said in return. Then she looked at the pretty lady sitting with Jake. "Howdy!" she said. "I don't believe I've seen you around these parts before. I'm Reese Ingle, a friend of Jake's brother, James." Hearing that, Isabella looked up and blinked big eyes. "Oh, hello." Then her smile was back when she heard that Reese was James' friend, not one of Jacob Barrington's exes. "I'm Isabella, Mr. John Barrington's—" "—I'll have an Arbuckle, black, and a piece of apple pie with whipped cream, Reese," Jacob said, drawing a scathing look from his table partner. "She'll have a cup of tea with lemon and a bagel with cream cheese." Reese noted the order and then smiled kindly to them both. "Isabella. Now there's a name you don't hear much in Bellville." She smiled and winked at the pretty lady. "Very nice to meet ya, Isabella," she said before she looked at Jacob. "How's James doin', Jake?" she asked. "He's fine." "Oh." Reese's pretty face dropped. "Has he...?" "Nope." She perked up and smiled. "I think I'll give him a call. He hasn't called me in weeks, and I'm wonderin' if he's upset with me." She looked at Jake but he merely smiled in return. "I see. I'll see if I can get that call in today." "Sounds like a good idea." She smiled before she turned and left to see their order. The moment she was gone, Isabella's smile vanished and she shot forward to glare at Jacob's far-too-relaxed looking face. "Don't you *ever* do that again, do you hear me, Mister Jacob? I won't have you treat me like a simpleminded—" "—Floosie?" He popped eyebrows as he watched her narrow her angry eyes before she slowly sat back but remained stiffly upright in her seat. "I know you're not*.*" "Good. I suggest you keep that in mind," she said none-too-friendly, "for the next time you feel this insatiable need to go Neanderthal on me." He didn't respond but instead seemed suddenly interested in the other customers in the café. She could scream. He calmly took in the place while knowing damn well that Isabella was getting more and more upset with him with every passing second. But he wasn't looking just to be looking elsewhere since he'd rather gaze at Bella's pretty face 24/7. He was actually looking for someone... Reese returned with their order and served them. Then she left their table with the obligatory "if you need anything else" and was once again gone. Only then did Jacob sit up in his chair. He ignored the sugar and cream but took up the cup, ignoring the cup's ear too, and sipped the hot brew. "You know," Isabella began, "for a man who seemed hell-bent on dragging me from my car and forcing his company on me, you don't appear to be in any hurry to give an explanation *why*. So," she said as she looked disapprovingly at him, "why did you bring me here?" He calmly sipped his coffee, dark long eyelashes down, and when he had his fill, he silently set his cup on its saucer and took up his fork to have a bite of his apple pie—but didn't even respond! "Mister Jacob—!" "—At the house and in front of the hands, I'll tolerate you addressing me with that stupid 'Mister' prefix. But when we're alone together, I expect you to just call me what everyone else does—" "—Atilla?" she smoothly cut in. He flickered up eyes as he cut himself a piece of that huge apple pie with whipped cream. "Jake. But Jacob is fine now, too." Then he smiled when color shot into her face, and he dropped his eyelashes and proceeded to enjoy his pie. She made an exasperated sound and looked pointedly at his bent blond head. "I was under the assumption that you dragged me here because you wanted to talk." "Why don't you have a bite of your bagel? I know how much you like'em." She was surprised to hear that he knew she liked bagels with cream cheese! "I'm not hungry," she said stubbornly. "Then have some tea." "I'm not thirsty*.*" "Bella," he shook his head, "you look like you can raise a fight in an empty house." "What?" He straightened in his seat and looked at her with those annoying lazy eyes of his as he wiped his lips with a paper napkin. "Have a bite and some tea. It'll help make you less cranky." "The reason why I'm *cranky* is because I'm not here out of my own free will!" He popped eyebrows as she glared pointedly at him. "Besides," she added, "I don't have a knife. I *never* have bagels with cream cheese without a knife and fork." Then she fanned fingers by her lips. "I don't appreciate the stickiness of cream cheese against my lips." "I reckon you don't appreciate *anythin'* touching your lips—or any other part of your anatomy...most times," he said. Her jaw dropped and then her hand dropped back into her lap as she stared, flabbergasted, at him from across the table. "And what's *that* supposed to mean??" "What I can't figure out is, what did that fella do to you that's crippled you," he said, calm as day. She frowned and averted her gaze, hands stiffly in her lap. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Only one man's hurt can make a woman shrink away from another man's touch." She set her cup back on the saucer and lifted her eyebrows coolly now as she looked at him with her hands in her lap under the table. "Oh? So now you're a part-time psychologist as well?" "I know women." "I have *no doubt* you know more women than most men can boast in a single lifetime, but doesn't it take more than afternoon tussles in the hay in order to make such an assessment?" He looked at her sarcastic face. "Who's Charles DeVille?" His calm query instantly took the stormy winds out of her sails, and she went ashen in a nanosecond. She pressed a hand over her throat before she averted her gaze. "I don't want to talk about him." "He's the one who's hurt you. He's the one you're runnin' from," he said. "If you're so convinced about your conclusion, why ask?" He merely looked at her. "Anyway," she said with a hard frown as she dropped her gaze. "My private life is *none* of your business." Then she looked pointedly at him. "You know what? I believe this impromptu and forced-upon coffee break is over. I'd like my keys back so I can head back to the ranch!" She moved to get up, but then she froze. Someone was walking up to their table with a confident gait. When she recognized his face, hers went instantly pale. She felt as if her entire world had begun to spin and she damned well knew she was close to a third fainting bout in just four days. But she didn't faint as she dropped down in her seat. The tall, dark, and handsome man in a black dress shirt and black-specked gray trousers smiled back at her, his eyes hard and, although green, looked black when he saw she'd seen him. "Hello, Isabella," Charles DeVille said as he slipped his hands into his pockets and came to stand by their table. "And who might this gentleman be?" **Chapter Twelve** She was speechless. Dumbstruck. *Terrified*. She swore she was caught in the middle of a horrible nightmare and she wished she could wake up. But she knew she was already awake and...that this was real. He was actually here, in Bellville, in the café. Oh god...he found her. She's always known that he eventually would if she remained in one place too long. But she'd only been in Bellville for five days total! How in the hell did he find her so quickly? She watched his gaze go from excited on her, then cold as he looked at Jacob. The latter was sitting back in his seat, arm casually over the back support, smiling up at him. "Wh-What are you doing here?" she was able to get through her strangled throat. "Why, I came for you, of course, Petite." "No." She shook her head. "No. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't have—" "—No, Isabella," he cut in. "*You* shouldn't have." His smile vanished as he watched her eyes grow rounder. Then he smiled again. "But it's okay. I've found you and that's all that matters. All is forgiven." She *seriously* doubted that. "I've decided to escort you home and to your ailing father. He's dying to see you." "Those are poorly chosen words, Charles—" "—I asked you who this gentleman is and you have yet to answer me." Then Jacob spoke up. "If you wanna know who I am, just ask me straight," he said calmly. "I'm sittin' right here and I ain't deaf. Don't need anyone speakin' for me." Charles moved his hard green eyes to the blond cowboy's handsome face. He was nearly spitting with jealousy, seeing his Isabella with such a good-looking man. It was killing him inside but you wouldn't know it from looking at him. "Do you know who I am, sir?" Charles asked the cocky cowboy. "Charles DeVille." Charles' eyebrows popped in surprise, taken aback. Then he looked at Isabella who had her eyes down. "You've told this cowboy about us, Izzy." "Don't call me that," she said with a barely audible whisper. Then she looked up at him, her blue eyes hard in their sockets. "Don't ever call me that again, Charles." He merely smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. "I apologize," he said without contrition. "So, you've told this cowboy about us?" "There is no 'us'. And I thought I heard you'd gotten married. What are you doing here? You should be with your wife!" "That's old news. Didn't work out. So I'm without a wife, sad to say." He shook his head. "And I've already answered you—I've come here for you. Now that you've had your fun dallying about the country, you ought to come with me. I'm taking you out of this godforsaken place and back to your lovely home and your father's side where you belong." "I'm not going anywhere with you." "Really?" Charles said with a deceptively polite smile. Then he moved forward to take her wrist but in the next instant, his path was blocked. A broad-shouldered, six foot plus cowboy with the friendliest smile and hardest blue eyes this side of the Mason-Dixon was standing in between him and Izzy. "You heard the lady. She ain't goin' anywhere with you." Charles' smile vanished as he slowly straightened and glared at the taller man in front of him. Everything inside him lit in rage, and his first instinct was to lash out physically. Then his gaze dropped to the holstered gun on his hip before it slowly rose to meet cold blue eyes. "Step out of my way, sir. This is between Miss Beaumont-Boucher and me." Isabella nearly winced when she heard Charles give her full name. Now Jacob's going to think she's a liar as well as a fraud! "I just made it between you and me," Jacob said with a cold smile. "Isabella," Charles said without taking his eyes off the cowboy, "tell your friend to stand down. I know he thinks he's doing you a favor, coming to your rescue like some gunslinger hero from the wild, wild west," then he looked passed the blond man to her, "but you know as well as I that he's only making matters worse." "What? You've got your brains in your back pocket?" Jacob said with that irritating smile. "This ain't Connecticut, Yankee. Look around you. This is Bellville, Texas. Around these parts, you don't go digging up more snakes than you can kill if you're half as smart as you think you are. Now as I see it, the lady don't wanna go with you, so how about you turn tail and mosey on back under the rock you'd crawled out from under and leave well enough alone." Isabella was stunned that so many words came out of a usually one-word Jacob Barrington. Charles had paused and even looked a little alarmed. He finally became aware of his surroundings and that it had gotten dead silent in the café. He turned his head to look over one shoulder and then turned to look over the other. He saw all patrons there were staring rigidly at him. They weren't looking as friendly as they had when he entered. He'd been warned that the Barringtons were Bellville's VIP family. He knew he couldn't win this, what with all those 'Bellvillians' packing guns and eager to protect one of their own—especially a Barrington. Then he looked at the tall blond cowboy in front of him. He smiled and the smile was returned. "You must be Jacob Barrington," he said, but the cowboy didn't respond. "I've done my homework, as well, as you can hear. But at the moment, it appears you have the advantage, Mr. Barrington." If the Barrington boy was surprised that he knew who he was, he didn't show it. "Reckon I do." "Look, sir," Charles said with a deep breath before he smiled, "I don't want any trouble. I'm here as a favor to Isabella's gravely ill father. Now be the gentleman I know your mother raised you to be, step aside, and we'll be on our way." The mirth on Jacob's face was wiped clean and his blue eyes became shards of ice as he stepped to the darker man in front of him, seeing him arch arrogant eyebrows back. "Now I know I don't know you from Adam's off ox, but the way I see it, you don't look as if you can ride and chew at the same time. So I'm gonna make it real clear for you," he began as he stared tightly into the other man's eyes. "She ain't goin' anywhere with you." Charles' smile faded as he stared determinedly into twin shards of blue ice. "You're making a big mistake, Mr. Barrington. You have no idea who you're dealing with." Jacob smiled calmly. "Likewise." After a few more moments of a stare-down match, Charles finally turned his attention on Isabella who raised her gaze defiantly to him. "See you soon, Izzy," he said, chuckling when he saw her stiffen. Then he turned and calmly exited the café, and the patrons there resumed their socializing as if nothing had happened. Jacob calmly seated himself as Isabella watched his face closely. She dropped her gaze and watched as her fingers nervously picked on one another. "He's a dangerous man, Jacob," she said quietly, and raised her gaze to see him looking at her. "Meanin'?" She stared at him for a few moments. She wanted to tell him that she needed to leave Bellville as quickly as possible, but she felt he would just try and stop her. Then she shook her head and finally picked up her tea cup. Unfortunately, she couldn't stop her fingers from shaking, something she saw Jacob's sharp gaze pick up on. "I just don't want anyone hurt because of me—" "—Drink up, Bella. We've gotta be headin' back to the ranch." She frowned, curiously. "Why?" He merely stared at her. She finally nodded, knowing he was right. She was a sitting duck out in public—and so was he. She knew Charles didn't come alone and it was just be a matter of time before his goons would show up and try to take Jacob down. Then a slow frown appeared on her brow before she raised her gaze and looked at his calm face as he finished the last bite of pie. "You knew he was in town," she stated. "Yup," he said as he took a paper napkin and wiped his mouth. She set her cup down. "You knew he'd be in this café this morning." Then she frowned. "That's why you came to town. That's why you dragged me here." He raised lazily lidded eyes and looked at her. "It ain't the only reason but, yea, I knew he'd be here this morning and I reckon I wanted him to see you ain't alone." "How long have you known about him?" "Since you called out his name when you passed out in the kitchen." Her jaw nearly dropped. "And...when were you going to tell me?" "You ain't exactly come clean with me, Isabella Beaumont-Boucher." She stiffened and had the decency to blush to the roots of her hair. "You've known all along what my true name is." "Yea." He shrugged. "Wasn't all too hard findin' out, though. Internet and all that." She shook her head. "I should've known..." Then she raised her head and looked at him. "I don't believe he was intimidated enough to take your advice and leave Bellville," she said with a frown. "Not that you're not imposing, mind you, but he's a man obsessed. I believe I should just leave—" "—First off, I didn't give advice," he told her firmly as he looked at her. "Second, like I said, he ain't got enough sense to spit downwind. He's only brought three men." He shook his head as if that were really stupid. "Third, you ain't goin' nowhere now he's in town." "You don't understand, Jacob," she said earnestly. "These aren't ordinary men. They're hired professionals." He studied the fear in her eyes for a moment, and then motioned with his head. "Come on," he said as he rose from his seat and fished out a wallet from his back pocket. "We best get goin'." She nodded as she quietly rose to her feet as well. Then she watched as he tossed a few bills onto the table, returned his wallet to his back pocket, and took up his hat and set it on his head before he walked toward the exit, leaving her to follow. Once outside, though, he waited for her to come beside him before he placed a hand in the small of her back and had her walk beside him. Strangely, that gesture instantly comforted her. Once they got to her Rover, he stopped and disengaged the alarm on the passenger's side before he pulled open the door. Then he turned and looked at her. When she realized what he wanted, she asked, "What about your truck?" "Don't worry about it. We're drivin' back in your Rover just in case he's thick enough to follow. Don't want him tryin' somethin' stupid on the road and get you hurt." "Oh." She blinked big frightened eyes. "Thank you." Then nodded and finally got in the passenger's seat. She placed her bag on her lap as he closed the door, rounded the front of the Rover, and got in behind the wheel. He adjusted the seat—since it was pushed forward to accommodate her height—and then stuck the key in the ignition. "I don't understand." She shook her head. "Why are you doing this for me?" He brought the engine to life but paused, then turned to look at her from under his hat with a grim set to his lips and jaw. Then he slipped a hand behind her neck and leaned over to her while he watched as she blinked big shocked eyes...and then he kissed her. He kissed her long and deeply before he slowly pulled back, seeing her look at him in astonishment, and knowing she got his message loud and clear. "That's why," he said before he turned in his seat and shifted. "Now we best git goin' 'fore we're late." She frowned as she looked at him. "Late?" "You'll see," he said, and drove them back to the ranch. \* \* \* \* As she sat quietly in the passenger's seat, she bit her lip in worry. Charles was in Bellville, and she had no doubt he wasn't going to leave until he got to her. Now that her secret was exposed—and with it, the many, many lies she had to tell in order to keep it—she wondered how the rest of the Barringtons were going to react toward her. Not good, she guessed. Then again, lying must be ingrained in the Beaumont-Boucher genes since her brother had lied about Charles' marital status. She was very cross with her brother. Now she had evidence—*irrefutable* evidence—that Charles hadn't stopped pursuing her and he wasn't married. Either Reginald didn't know about Charles' schemes or he was an accessory. If the latter, she'll never forgive him for it. NEVER. With her elbow on door, absently nibbling her thumbnail as she thought about these things, she became aware that Jacob hadn't said a word ever since leaving Bellville City. She stole a furtive glance his way, seeing him calmly steering, his hat back on his golden locks and his eyes trained on the empty road ahead. "So. That was Charles." She realized that he'd been aware of her looking at him, and he looked over at her with unreadable but lazy blues. Her eyelashes flickered nervously as she nodded, but she looked down at her lap as her slender hands smoothed imaginary wrinkles from her skirt. "Yes." "How long have you been runnin' from him?" "Well, not running, exactly, but more like making myself scarce, hoping that he'll come to the realization—" "—Runnin'." She sighed softly. "Yes." "How long?" She shook her head with a slight frown, and swallowed before she lifted her head to look out her window. She didn't want him to see the shimmering of tears in her eyes. "Since I was twelve. But lately?" She sighed. "Little more than a year." He turned his head and looked at her, his jaw a little more rigid. "Twelve?" She stared at him for a moment before she dropped her eyes to her lap, and nodded. She didn't see how an angry spark appeared in his eyes before he returned his attention to the road ahead. "Is that when he hurt you?" "No." She shook her head and quickly swiped away a tear rolling down her cheek. "It was a few years later, a year before my mother died." "That's not a few. By my calculations, that's a couple. That makes it two." "It doesn't matter." "Matters to me." She cleared her throat as she fidgeted in her seat. "Anyway, you understand I can't stay now. I have to go. I'll try to find a replacement, but I can't promise I can stay until I do since you've taken down the advertisement at the Postal Plus two days ago—" "—James told me how your mother died," he said. "An auto accident." She nodded. "Yes." "Reckon it was your mother who kept him away from you." She looked at him with frowning, shimmering eyes, "Yes. But I don't see—" "With her gone, that's when he started hurtin' you." She swallowed and looked away. "This is a very painful subject for me, Jacob." He turned his head to look at her and she dropped her gaze. "He's the one who made you afraid of men." "I really don't want to talk about it—" "—And maybe even behind that accident that took your mother." She snapped big eyes to him to see him look earnestly back before he redirected his gaze out in front of him. "I reckon you've been thinkin' along those lines, too." She couldn't deny it. When she first heard of the accident, she openly accused him of being behind it. Her father and brother, both, put a quick stop to that and told her she couldn't make false accusations against a DeVille. "So you don't think it's crazy to think that he was behind the car accident?" "Nope. I reckon I don't since I've been thinkin' the same thing. Now I've seen him, and seen he's as crooked as a dog's hind leg, I wouldn't put it past him. Just wonderin' why your father and brother didn't see it." "My father...he hasn't been himself ever since Mama died. And Reginald," she sighed, "he's been friends with Charles since they were very little." "So, knowin' how obsessed he is about you...do you think he ain't gonna find you again if you start runnin' again?" She shook her head. "I know there's no guarantee, but I have to keep trying—" "—Why?" "Why?" She gave him an incredulous look. "Yea. Why?" "What do you suggest I do? End this running and just give up?" "Nope," he said. "I told you already. It's high time you stand your ground." She blinked big shimmering eyes. "Stand my ground?" "Stay put." "Here? In Bellville?" "Seems as good a place as any." She shook her head. "You don't know this man, Jacob. He's cunning, cruel, and very powerful. He's got unlimited funds and connections at his disposal, and he can pose a grave threat to you and your family if he so chooses." "You ain't gotta be worried about us." "I-I just can't have that on my conscience." Then she looked over at his handsome profile, and when he turned his head and looked back, she dropped her eyes and shook her head. "I'm so sorry for being such an inconvenience." "You've been an inconvenience the moment you stepped out of your Rover that day, four days ago." "Yes, I know," she said with a tiny bite in her tone. "But I was certain he wouldn't find me in Bellville. Now that he has, I have to go. I know him. He won't rest and he won't leave Bellville until I do." "There's nuther alternative." She frowned as she looked at him. "If there is, I don't see it—" "—Marry me." She stared at him with big eyes. Did she hear him right? "What?" "You heard." Then he looked over at her surprised face. "Be my wife." She looked incredulously at him. Then her blue eyes sparked with fire. "Are you *mocking* me, Mister Jacob?" "We're back to 'Mister' again," he said, exasperated. "No, I ain't mockin' you, Bella," he added with a calmer tone. "As my wife and as a Barrington, you have the protection of the Barrington name." "It won't stop him." He looked lazily over at her and saw the shimmering of tears and the pain in their crystalline sapphire depths. "I guarantee it will. It'll stop him cold." The cross look in her face faded before she dropped her gaze to her lap and then up and out her window. She thought about what he said and nibbled on her lower lip. "Do-Do you m-mean it, though?" she asked softly. He didn't respond and she turned her anxious face and looked at him. "About marrying you. Were you serious about the offer?" "By now you should know I don't say nuthin' 'less I mean it, Bella," he said without looking her way. "I-I mean, we've only known each other four days, so it-it wouldn't be a *real* marriage, would it? I mean, it can't be...right?" He shrugged. "I reckon it'd be as real as any marriage." She cleared her throat, fidgeted, and then looked over at his profiled face—and then froze in pure feminine admiration of a purely male man. My god, she thought, he was so handsome. So strong, so self-assured, so *difficult to read*! She felt her cheeks infuse with hot color, recalling their lovemaking and that, although he was a tough, red-blooded Texan, he was also a gentle lover...so patient, so attentive...But then again, he's had a lot of experience with women. She was under no illusion that he hadn't honed his skills as a lover with half of the female folk in Bellville! No wonder he wasn't married yet, and it stood to reason why he never wanted to be married—just as Elena told her. So why did he want to marry her now? "I-I...I mean...I know how you feel about marriage. I know you're only trying to help me." She cleared her throat again while moving her delicate chin uneasily. "So, of course it'd just be temporary...right? That *is* what you have in mind? A temporary marriage until Charles is convinced to leave me alone?" He didn't respond. "Be-Because I just got a thought—" "—I hear you've got plenty of thoughts," he said. She eyed his unreadable profile for a moment before she cleared her throat and then moved in her seat with knees properly together but now pointing toward him. "If-If I marry, I will come into a bit of money. Actually, my husband would. I could use some of it, actually. It could help me with a new start." She watched as he arched an eyebrow at her. "Of course you'll be handsomely compensated." "How much is 'a bit'?" She scraped her throat. "Four million dollars." She looked at his profile seeing no reaction. "It's my dowry, you see. Technically, it's my future husband's money, not mine. That's why I have no access to it. And although I believe you're wealthy in your own right, it never hurts to have a bit more, am I right?" "Never can have too much money." "Right." She nodded wholeheartedly in agreement. "So if you'd agree to marry me it would only be fair that you keep the lion's share of the money because I'll only need enough to start anew elsewhere. But when the time comes, it has to be a divorce. We can't do an annulment. Otherwise it would be as if we've never married and the dowry would have to be returned. But an amiable divorce is quickly done with not much fanfare and you'll still keep the dowry." He didn't respond. "And-And," she continued, "I'll, of course, not put any restrictions on you." He looked over at her with unreadable blue eyes. "Restrictions?" "Yes." She scraped her throat. "You're as free as you've always been." "You mean, free to have sexual relations with other women?" She frowned because that thought bothered her. But she had to stay focused. "Yes, I guess that's what I mean." "Well, see, I reckon we're havin' a problem with communicatin'," he said. "We are?" "I asked you to be my wife." He looked over at her. She blinked big shocked eyes. "I-I know you did, and I was just pointing out the benefits—" "—You're the benefit, Bella. I reckon I don't need nuthin' more than that to marry you." She looked confused. "Are you saying...are saying you *want* to marry me? I mean, really marry me?" "I'm askin' you to be my wife," he said. "But we only know each other a few days! You can't seriously want me to be your wife after only a few days. You don't even know me—" "—As I see it, we've gotten to know each other well enough," and he watched as she blushed. "And I reckon most couples gettin' hitched need a lifetime to git to know each other, so I don't see how we'll be any different." Her eyes softened as she looked at him. "You want to marry me? Really marry me?" "Yup. Thought my kiss back yonder told you as much." She smiled shyly as she dropped her eyes. "I just wanted to be certain." "Certain now?" "Yes. Very certain." Then, as they drove up the road to the front of Barrington house, she blinked big eyes when she saw so many cars parked there. Soon thereafter, she saw Mr. John Barrington step out on the porch, waving them over. She was surprised to see him in a three-piece tan suit, tie, and bluebonnet boutonnière, and white ten-gallon hat! When they parked and got out, John Barrington stepped down the porch and came straight for her. "Come now! Doc's been waitin' for you two. We've gotta get you two hitched quick," he said before he suddenly hugged her. "Welcome to the family, Isabella," he said with a warm smile. "Wel-welcome to the family?" she piped, confused as never before. But he didn't answer as he looked at Jacob. "Everythin's been arranged. Doc's been waitin' for over an hour." Jacob looked at Isabella. "It's time." "Time? To do what?" He smiled warmly at her and she felt the bottom of her stomach nearly drop out! Then he took her hand in his and looked deeply into her eyes, and she nearly swooned. "Time to make you my wife, Bella." There was a sudden commotion behind John Barrington's tall frame. Someone had come busting out of the house, and there was excited shouting that she, at first, didn't catch because she was too busy swooning—and picking up her stomach from somewhere between her strap-sandals. To her shock, she saw none other than— "Papa?" she whispered. The tall handsome gentleman with black wavy hair and graying temples, snapped his blue eyes around before he spotted his daughter below. Dressed in a three-piece tan suit, white shirt and a bluebonnet boutonnière in his lapel, he didn't look anywhere near the invalid both Reginald and Charles made him out to be. He looked ready for a wedding! The moment he saw her, his face relaxed before he rushed by John Barrington, quickly stepped down the steps, and caught his daughter into his arms. "Isabella, my Bella," he whispered with tears, hugging her tightly. Then he pulled back and smiled through his tears at her. "I'm so happy you're all right." She stared up at him. "I-I can't believe you're here." He smiled warmly down at his daughter. "John had me picked up with his private helicopter and brought here this morning for your wedding." *Helicopter?* Wedding? How did he know? "You arrived this...morning?" "It's not every day that my only daughter is getting married. And I couldn't be prouder," her father told her warmly. "With a Barrington of all people!" he added with pride. "Never thought my daughter would marry into a Texas oil baron's family! Your mother would be so proud, ma chère. She only wanted the best for you and it appears that's exactly what you've achieved." Her jaw dropped. "O-O-Oil...baron?" She turned and looked at Jacob who watched her closely. "*Oil*?" Jacob wasn't just the son of a wealthy cattle rancher. He was the son of an oil baron! Then James' cries tore through the air. "Pa! Pa! Junior ain't at his place! I couldn't find him and Jerr here just told me that Junior's gone off in his truck! I think he's gotten it in his head to rescue her, and he's taken his rifles and handguns!" James cried in panic—dark blond hair slicked back and wearing a soft blue three-piece suit, too. Everyone—even Jerr—looked dressed for a wedding! She turned her attention on Jacob but he was looking at Jerr with a rigid jaw. The old ranch hand looked uncomfortable with hat in hand and his weathered face as white as a ghost's. "Aw hell! I knew he'd gotten his tail up the moment he heard. Should'a known he couldn't wait till his brother got back!" John Barrington snapped. "He's gone crazy like a bullbat!" "I tried to stop him, boss, I did," Jerr said. "I know you did, Jerr. I know," John Barrington said before he suddenly looked up to see his middle son marching toward the end of the house. "Where're you off to?" "Gonna get'm back!" Jacob said over his shoulder. John Barrington stepped to Jerr and firmly took his arm, "Round up all the men and go with him, Jerr. Keep my boys safe. I aim to see my boy married today and ain't no one gonna keep that from happinin'!" As John Barrington rushed with old Jerr back into the house, only James, Andrew Boucher, and Isabella were left standing. "Sorry about the delay on your nuptials, Isabella," James said, sheepishly. "Never mind that," she said, shaking her head. "What's going on? What's the commotion about?" James frowned at her. "Didn't hear?" She shook her head. "Hear what?" "Elena's been kidnapped. Happened early this morning. We're thinkin' it's that DeVille fella that's been lookin' for you." "He did *what*? He kidnapped Elena?!" "Goddamn that no good piece of shit!" Andrew Boucher snarled. "I never trusted that man. Your Mama never did, either. Now he's gone and kidnapped an innocent girl? Now it's clear as day what a goddamned crook he really is under all that polished veneer!" She stared at her father for a moment. "I thought you liked him?" "Never did, Isabella. Ever since your Mama saw him for what he truly is, I've had my suspicions about him. I placated his father for a while until he and I signed a large deal, but that's been years ago. I told him he was no longer welcome at our home." Her father shook his head. "And now he's ruining what's supposed to be the happiest day in my little girl's life and kidnapped a young woman to boot! It's criminal and I swear to you, he's going to pay for it!" She looked at James. "James, I need the keys to your truck." "Why?" "Please," she said softly as she looked into his confused blue eyes, "please trust me." "I'm coming with you," James said with that Barrington stubbornness she knew all too well. "Okay," she said with a nod and waited for James to come off the porch. "Where do you think you're going, Isabella?" her father asked her. "I think I know where he's keeping Elena." To Be Continued If you've enjoyed this chapter, please don't forget to vote. I welcome all feedback, good or bad, so don't be shy!

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Title: How Did You Learn To Love Fellatio? Ch. 03 Tags: younger woman, cocksucking, older man, fellatio, oral sex, age difference, cock sucking, blowjob *The first two chapters of this series have an introduction that will be omitted here, since most readers will probably have already seen it. I will just remind readers that the chapter has three parts: the question and immediate conversation; the woman's story in answer of the question; the following conversation with the man who asked the question. The young woman in this chapter is based on someone I knew long ago. I never asked her, but she probably would have told me, since she was quite open about her past experience. What she replies to the question in the first part are things that she really did tell me. The rest is my idea of how it could have been, but maybe I could still ask her. :-) Recently, she found me via internet, and we have been corresponding, chatting about the past. (You can believe all that, or not.)* \* \* \* "How did you learn to love cocksucking?" I asked Annie [name changed], as we were lying together after she had demonstrated again that she did. "That's no secret, that I do, just haven't told anyone how I learned. I told you that when I was nineteen I moved in with a man twice my age, and that I learned to squeeze his cock out of my pussy. It wasn't just in my pussy, of course; I learned with him." "I was pretty sure of that, but I have wondered how it happened that you move in with a man who could have been your father." Annie shook her head with a smile and began her story. \* \* \* He wasn't a father figure, mine is a good deal older, then over fifty. Did he think of me as a daughter? I don't know, he didn't have kids, had been divorced for a few years. I didn't move in with him after a flirt or more; it wasn't like that. When I had job after high school, I moved in with two other girls, two of us sharing a room. His apartment was in the same building, and we all knew him. He was helpful with little things in our apartment, fixing stuff and the like. Then the other girls had boyfriends and wanted them to spend the night. I wasn't a virgin -- happened back in high school. So when they told me about wanting to sleep with their boyfriends, I was a fifth wheel, of course. I can't remember exactly how it happened the first time. Did the girls suggest it, explain it to him? I know that I didn't just go and ask him if I could spend the night. Anyway, he agreed, and after supper Saturday, with a bundle of bedding and my toothbrush, I went to his door. He smiled, glancing at my bedding, but didn't say anything about, just saying that he hoped I would be comfortable on the couch. We had a beer and watched TV and said goodnight. He had shown me the gust WC, and I used it, realizing that I had forgotten pajamas. I quickly spread out my bedding and got under the covers in my panties and polo shirt, without my bra. Then called to him goodnight. He called back that he would make breakfast, and said goodnight. His apartment was like ours: living room, guest WC, kitchen, bedroom with a bathroom and another room off the living room. I slept well enough, but awoke early, being in strange room, at first a little surprised, and then used the WC. This is getting too long. We had breakfast, a good one, and then I returned to our apartment. Oh, he had thanked me for my visit and said that I could come again, if it helped my flatmates. It did, I did, two or three more times like that, remembering my pajamas. It got to be a regular thing, he asking me about the next weekend, and we got into a comfortable routine: beer and TV, breakfast together, me then helping with it. Then one evening, no, in the morning over breakfast, he looked at me over the table and said: "Don't misunderstand me, but, well, if it is like that with the girls, well ...." He was hesitating a lot. He started again: "Don't misunderstand me, but, well, I'm not suggesting anything between us, but, I was thinking you could move in here. Don't misunderstand me; I just thought it might be more convenient, and -- you know -- three girls, always two against one." He looked at me, looking almost embarrassed. He had been right about "three girls." I nodded and asked the first thing that came to mind: "On the couch?" recognizing that I was in principle agreeing with his suggestion. "Oh! Oooh! There are twin beds. I could move one to the other room, though it's kind of full of my junk; and you'd still have to go through the bedroom to use the bathroom, of course. How could I have suggested that, that we share a room." I almost laughed, wondering myself and about his obvious discomfort, but liking it; it was so honest; he really didn't want me to misunderstand him, the obvious; that he was suggesting something between us. I said the next thing that came to mind: "I can't pay any rent; I'm on the contract with the girls, all I can afford." He looked more relaxed and replied: "I wasn't expecting you to; that's no problem -- just the beds." "I can do some cleaning, laundry, can cook a little," I replied. "He nodded with a smile, but repeated questioningly: the beds?" This time I did laugh, had to. He did too, but couldn't know what had occurred to me. When I caught my breath, I told him: "If I had been worried about 'the beds', I could have been all along; lots of nights for me to worry, for you to ...." "I didn't!" he replied with a cheerful expression, adding: "I won't." "Then we can leave it in your room." "You want to? That would be nice." I nodded, and we both chuckled with smiles. Then I said: "Don't know what the girls will think; they won't believe this, probably already been wondering. At least, neither of them have asked any leading questions." "Oh, I hadn't thought about that. Yeah, funny, you here as often as they're with their boyfriends. They're probably never going to believe anything you tell them." "No! Hmm?! Good for our reputations, our bad ones." "Don't want to disappoint them. Oh! I didn't mean it like that, just that you might as well let them think whatever they want." "They probably, surely will, when I tell them that I'm moving in with you." "Bad for our good reputations," he replied with shrug. "Um-hmm!" I agreed, then asking: "Today?" "You want to tell them and wait and hear their comments?" "Oooh! No!" So I moved in with him that morning, not yet having seen where I would sleep. The girls thought the worst or best with appropriate/inappropriate remarks. I just smiled, rather liking their assuming that I had been doing what they did every Saturday night. I had met their boyfriends, youngsters like us and like the couple of boys I had slept with. If their boyfriends didn't do it better than those two had, they should be a little envious at the thought that I had with a more experienced man. I promised to keep paying my share of the rent, and was gone, after two or three trips to his flat. Finally, I saw my new bed, freshly made. On the carpet, I recognized that he had moved them apart, next to opposite walls. He showed me where I could put my clothes and in the bathroom, that he had cleared one side of the cabinet for my things. This was going to be nicer than arguing with the other girls about whose was whose and where in the bathroom. And I liked the feeling of being the only woman in a household, kind of more grown up, and he seemed to be treating me like that, especially when he said that he wanted to take me to dinner, explaining that he had to, since he hadn't planned for company. I wondered if he had anticipated that we would both have to change clothes, a first test of how we would do that. I had stopped wearing a bra, when I visited him, hardly apparent with my boobs. Anyway, he grabbed a better pair of pants and fresh shirt and disappeared in the direction of the bathroom, only returning after calling to ask if he could. Later, when he did that, he'd asked if I had clothes on, and then later: "Are you decent?" He took me to a nicer restaurant than I had been to before. It did occur to me, that if we hadn't clarified our situation so well, it could have seemed like that we knew each other better, if you know what I mean. Then we were back in his flat, now having to get undressed and go to bed. We managed that like we had in the past, my using the bathroom, returning in my pajamas, carrying my clothes. Then he got his pj bottom and went off, returning when I was in bed. I thanked him again for dinner, and we said goodnight. So, it was like that for the next day or two. He took his shower at night, and I, mine in the morning. As we got accustomed to that, we became less formal with our clothing. Did he or I start it? Was it his or my fault the first time he saw me and bra and panties? It didn't matter, just made things easier. Why not? He could have tried to get in my bed every night, not that I was fearing or expecting that he would. I just explained that now, not having thought about it back then. I didn't have any thoughts about him like that, but, of course, I had to play with my pussy sometimes. Then I realized that some nights his shower took a lot longer. Yeah, that was when I played with my pussy, while he was in the shower, how I recognized that it sometimes took longer. That didn't bother me, to the contrary, it let me enjoy myself better, but, of course, I wondered about why, until it occurred to me that he might be doing the same thing. Of course, I thought, if I did, he must too. Then I did start thinking about him that way. And I discovered that the thing with my pills had been moved; he knew I was on the pill and could only assume that I wasn't a virgin, and wonder why I was still taking them. I had been wondering, myself, months after the last time I had needed them. He wasn't going to jump in my bed, but he needed what I needed. How long had we been sharing a room together by then? Weeks, maybe a couple of months. I began to think that this was a little silly, maybe talked myself into thinking it was. Why shouldn't two people do what they both needed, regardless of emotions and what we had agreed. Had I agreed to anything? I couldn't remember, or didn't want to. How many more nights did it take for me to get up the nerve to tell him he could shave while I was taking my shower? That had always been time constraint in the morning. He immediately agreed. Of course, a shower curtain that didn't let him see anything, but he liked it, talking with me a little while he shaved. If he had known how I washed my pussy, when we talked longer?! Did he offer to give me towel before he left the bathroom, or did I ask him to? Same difference, he did, with a soft chuckle and then bumped against the door to let me hear that he was leaving the bathroom. We had stopped closing it. Did he then steal a glance, when I stepped out of the shower? I never knew, but I didn't wrap the towel around me to keep him from seeing anything. After that, he always flipped my towel up over the rod for the shower curtain. Did his showers more often take longer? It seemed so. Oh, one evening I "forgot" to put my pills back in the cabinet. They were there the next morning. Then one evening, when I recognized that his shower was going to take longer, I managed to take my hands off my pussy. I couldn't stand this any longer, and went and sat on the toilet in my shorty nightgown. His shower was taking longer. Whatever I had been thinking till then, I suddenly realized that he was going to open the shower curtain and suddenly see me there -- with his cock still a little arouse?! I waited. Didn't seem like he was really washing. He turned off the water, and I flushed the toilet. "What are you doing here?!" he asked. "Had to go again," I lied. "You shouldn't be here." "I'll give you your towel," I replied and reached out and caught the corner of it, pleased that I could, and tossed it over the rod. "Thanks, he mutter, then repeating: "You shouldn't be here. Why?" "Had to go." "I don't believe you. Why?" He was drying himself behind the shower curtain. I hadn't planned this, whatever I had been thinking before, but I had to say something: "This is silly, you 'washing' yourself, while I'm in bed doing about the same." "You do? You know?" he muttered. "I do, just took me a while to figure out why your showers sometimes take so long." "Shit!" he muttered softly, but then asked: "And what's 'silly'?" I felt better about how that was going, and replied: "That we both do, when, well, you know, like we talked about before I was here." "We said we wouldn't." "You said you wouldn't. I just indicated that I believed you, trusted you, since you hadn't already. I liked that, still do -- but that was months ago." "Hmm? Have you got something on, at least?" "What you saw before." "No panties?" I blushed; I hadn't thought he had noticed, could have seen, but then smirked to myself at his confirmation that he looked, and replied: "You weren't supposed to notice. No, especially not, when I hear that your shower is going to take longer." "Hmm! Anyway, you're not going to see anything, if that was what you were expecting." "Oh no! That's why I flushed, when I suddenly realized that you might pull open the curtain." "Hmm! Very tactful of you." I checked that my shorty was on my thighs, and he pulled the curtain aside, holding his towel around his hips. He looked at me with a wry expression. I smiled sheepishly. "You weren't supposed to be here," he muttered, adding: "And certainly not to tell me that, if I understood you correctly." "Too late now," I replied, realizing that he must be able to see that my nipples had popped out. Shit! I had involuntarily drawn my shoulders back a little! I wiped my forearm over my breasts. He murmured: "I think I did." "I hope so." "Now go to bed -- your bed. If you do, talk about it some other time. I'm not going to ask." I nodded and held down the hem of my shorty as I stood up. When I felt that I was stretching the cloth over my breasts, my nipples popped out again. He almost smiled, as he nodded towards the door. As I left the bathroom, I turned my head back and said: "Saturday morning." In bed, I wondered about my having said that, committing myself to return to the subject, and then tried to find a rhyme in our conversation: trying to recall his words -- and mine. At least, he had understood me, and he hadn't really said anything else. He could have said lots of things: a simple no, we won't; that we should move my bed in the other room; even that he thought it would be better if I moved back in with the girls. But he hadn't. He returned and got in his bed, murmuring goodnight, like he always did. I pretended that I was already asleep, wondering about Saturday morning. I had two more nights to think about it all. Oh, the girls: of course I saw them often enough, having to survive their pointed remarks. He had been right, denying everything just made them more curious and suspicious that I was lying. After the first couple of times, I didn't say anything, hoping my attempt at an aloof, superior expression let them think whatever they wanted. With hindsight, perhaps hearing their remarks had an influence on me. That just occurred to me, but maybe somewhere in my subconscious there grew the feeling that if they thought he and slept together, and surely anyone else would, he also could think it was strange that we weren't, my word that evening: "silly." But that is only hindsight. Next morning, Thursday, we stuck to our usual routine in the bathroom and dressing, silent until we were making breakfast, back on safe ground away from bed and bath. The same that evening. I wore panties under my shorty, and he had a brief shower; the same thing again Friday morning and evening. Both nights, I feel asleep wondering what I was going to say Saturday morning and wondering what he could be thinking, knowing that I had committed myself to talk about it again. It did occur to me that I could chicken out and not say anything, but that would be silly too; a little girl's way out of the situation, like a toddler covering his eyes and believing that what he had seen wasn't there any more. I wasn't a little girl: I had started something and committed myself to follow up, but how? Were we going to sit at the breakfast table, looking at each other -- or avoiding each other's eyes -- and I say something? What? Blatantly? "I think we should sleep with each other." "I want to sleep with you." More indirectly? "Everyone must think we sleep with each other, and we both now know what we do at night, just a poor substitute, don't you think?" That was nice; he couldn't deny that masturbating was a poor substitute; he would at least have to agree with that. And when he had, he would have to have a good argument why we shouldn't. I couldn't think of one; but I didn't want to, I admitted. But was I going to be able to sit at the table and just open the conversation with that line? And what was it going to be like before breakfast, both of us knowing we were going to talk about it?! Worse than my having surprised him in the bathroom to talk about it. I was still a little surprised that I had. I woke up Saturday morning, immediately recalling all my thoughts, trying to put them in order. I glanced over and saw that he was lying facing the other wall -- still asleep, or already awake and worrying about what I was going to say? Suddenly, I realized that I could at least avoid the tension of our waiting for breakfast. To hell with worrying about what I would say. I drew back my covers and went to his bed. As I drew back his covers and got in behind him, I said: "It's Saturday morning, good morning." "What the fu..!" he exclaimed softly. I had to snort as his response; almost using the right word, even if he didn't mean it that way. "Don't worry; I've even got panties on; we aren't." "I sure hope so! But you want to talk now?" "Why not? I didn't want you to be worrying about it until breakfast, and I didn't either." "But not in my bed." "Hm-hmm! I know, you don't have to say it: I shouldn't be here." "You shouldn't be." "Couldn't think of a better place to talk about it." This was going better than I had expected, my words just coming to me. He snorted and said: "Almost said that again!" and rolled back towards me. I almost slid my arm over his chest. He turned his face to me with very wry expression and remarked: "And I've got my shorts on too." "Didn't have to tell me; I wasn't planning to find out. Besides, I'm going to have to go to the bathroom, but not yet." He smiled with a slight nod and agreed: "Me too." "Hopefully not yet?" "Hm-hmm! I could cheat, tell you I had to and escape before this gets to sticky." "Or I could," I suggested. "Not both at once," he replied, and we both chuckled. Then he looked more serious and said: "Now, since you're here, talk." "Should be pretty obvious, after that evening, and now here: 'silly'." "That isn't something 'silly', what you're suggesting." "No, just the word I had used, but you know what I'm suggesting." I waited for his response. My thighs twitched together; I was going to have to go. Had he noticed? He had snorted silently. Then he smirked slightly and said: "I think I have to go, before I saying anything more." "Not before I do," I replied, my thighs twitching together again. "Then go, it seemed like it." I rolled out of his bed and hurried to the bathroom. To my surprise, he joined me, while my pee was still hissing in the toilet, my panties around my knees. He smirked and said: "You do have panties on." "And you, shorts." I kicked off my panties, giving him a grin, wondering if I was going to wipe myself with him watching. He twitched his thighs, returning my grin and said: "Hurry, shower, I won't look." I flushed and stood up. When he stepped up to the toilet, I stripped off my shorty and got in the shower, closing the curtain and turning on the water. This was being so good! Sure, he hadn't really said anything -- again -- but he'd let us get more familiar together; he could have waited for me to finish on the toilet. I had never peed with a boy with me in the bathroom. It could only have happened a couple of times, but we both had been to shy to do that. He wasn't, almost treating me like a woman he had slept with. Well, that's what I wanted to think. I heard the toilet flush. Was he going to leave, escape further talk, or stay and shave? I started to wash myself and asked: "Still there, here?" "Yes." "Say anything more?" "I'm going to shave." "I won't finishing my shower until you have. Hm-hmm! Or maybe I will!" "Hmm! Your towel is too small." "I know," I replied grinning to myself, liking his response and mine. "Better, you take a long shower," he suggested. "Like yours?!" I replied with a snicker. I liked his humor, had before, all along, but this was more fun. It was; he chuckled and replied: "If you want to," and chuckled again. This was really good! I could be more fresh and said: "Maybe, but better with a shower head on a hose. Besides, I wanted us not to have to do that." "Ouch! I cut myself; you shouldn't remind me, while I'm shaving." "Oooh! Sorry, I didn't want that to happen. Hm-hmm! Didn't think my saying that would surprise you now." "Maybe it shouldn't have, but it did," he replied. "Sorry. Okay; I'll take an extra long shower and try to forget about it all." "If you really want to?" "The shower maybe, but not forget about it all." "Don't make me cut myself again." One remark can lead to another in a conversation, sometimes an unexpected response, even one's own. I heard myself reply: "Then stop worrying about, being surprised; you know what I'm talking about, what I want us to do." Had I really said that?! Did I have to put it in four-letter words?! I heard him snort and then chuckle. Then he replied: "Good thing I was rinsing my razor. Yeah, I know -- before you try to tell me in short words." "I was afraid I'd have to." We both laughed -- all that nervous tension. If he hadn't yet -- couldn't -- say no, didn't want to, I wasn't going to use "short words," but he still hadn't said yes. Then, without more words, long or short; maybe actions speak louder than words: "Can you hand me my towel, please?" I requested, sticking my arm past the curtain. He put it in my hand. I knew how small it was. I could hold it over my breasts and it would hang down to my thighs. I held it over my breasts and pushed the curtain aside, that hand then clasping the towel to my pussy. He was looking at me in the mirror, wiping the soap from his face. "Told you it was too small," he said with a slight grin. "Not quite." "Then I can look?" he asked, reminding me that he couldn't see all of me in the mirror. "If you want to; I guess this is sort of inviting you to," I replied, feeling my cheeks glow. He turned around and did, looking me up and down, smiling, then nodding and remarking: "Statues, paintings of Venus, Aphrodite - with a towel. Don't drop it!" I recognized that I was standing with my arms held like those of the goddess in classical art. I liked his remark, relaxing enough to ask: "Any one in particular?" "Oh, lots: Botticelli's painting of Venus, lots of statues. The Medici Aphrodite is one I can think of." "Didn't know you knew anything about art." "Don't have to know much about art to enjoy looking at Venuses. Just don't drop it." "I'm not Venus. And to dry myself, well, about the same as dropping it." "I'd better get out of here, then," he remarked with a grin. As he left the bathroom, I responded: "Aw, I could have kept holding it, and you could have offered to dry me." "Too late; should have told me that before." "Next time," I called after him. As I began to dry myself, I thought that after our cheerful bantering, he couldn't really want to say no, just couldn't yet say yes. I had to chuckle about all my wondering and trying to decide what to say. This had all been much better; no need to try to plan anything. As I was picking up my shorty and panties, I heard him in the kitchen. I smirked to myself and hurried back to our room without putting them on. When I joined him, without a bra under my blouse, he chuckled and said: "I got dressed in here, afraid that you might return to the room with nothing on." "I did," I replied with a grin, then adding: but only after I heard that you were in here." "I hope so; I'm not so sure." "Me neither," I replied with another grin. When he chuckled again, I knew that I had had the right idea in the bathroom. I set the table, while he made coffee. A minute or two later, he chuckled again and said: "I was worrying about the wrong thing, thinking you were apprehensive that I might want to jump in bed with you." He still wanted to talk about it! I looked around, seeing that he wasn't facing me, and replied: "I was at first, of course, our talk before I moved in, and still was a little, the first week. Then, well, I discovered I had time alone in bed -- in the room -- while you were taking your shower. Maybe if I hadn't been playing with myself, I would have fallen asleep and not noticed your longer showers, but I did, and liked them too." He chuckled softly, glancing around with nod, so I continued: "It took me a while, before it occurred to me why they could be taking longer, but that was a nice explanation. No, I wasn't thinking about you, not about much really. Those couple of boys in high school, first times for them, one for me too, of course, and a couple of times more with them. I could do it better by myself. I still wasn't thinking about you, just wondering what you could be thinking about." "Not you." "That's good, since I wasn't either, but then I began to think it was silly, both of us doing that, and at the same time, and well, ...." When I paused, he said: "Can we talk about this at the breakfast table?" "If you can?" "I think so. I haven't been saying much." "No," I agreed, and we sat down and started eating. Then he looked up with a wry expression and shrugged questioningly. After a moment, he said: "You were talking." "And you weren't. Where was I?" "That it was 'silly', one of your favorite words," he replied with cheerful smile. "Oh yeah. And well, you know what I mean, both of us doing that." "Hm-hmm! Sort of like telephone sex, except that we weren't thinking about each other." He was being really helpful! I nodded with a grin and said: "But then, well, I started to, not really about you like that, more wondering about what you could be thinking about, obviously with more experience, so better than anything I could think of. It all seemed more 'silly'." I took a big bite to avoid having to say anything for a few moments, and looked up at him, hoping that he would. He shrugged again with what seemed a slightly embarrassed expression and replied: "If I had known what you were doing, I probably would have thought of you. Oh, I would have, maybe have also found it 'silly'." "Now you know; I hope you do now." "Have to, after all your talk and everything else. Oh, I'll admit it; after I noticed 'no panties', I did think about you a little, but like you said: 'not really about you like that'." He smiled wryly, and I smiled sweetly, then replied: "Probably better things to think about than about me." He nodded and agreed: "Just a little curious, any man would have to be, knowing you didn't have panties on and, well, like that evening, seeing you on the toilet, when you pulled down your top. Well, you know." "And my nipples popped out -- again?" "Um-hmm, didn't want to say that." I snickered and said: "Maybe if you hadn't told me not to drop my towel, you really would have." "Oooh! Good thing I did say that!" "Next time." He tried to repress a smile, but his eyebrows rose. I repressed a grin and said: "Anyway, I think this is too silly. You know I'm on the pill -- haven't been sure why for months. I've told you that I hardly have any experience, but, well, it's just too silly." I couldn't have been more direct, I thought, aware that my nipples had popped out and that I was blushing. He looked at me with a serious expression, then finally replied: "I think you could be assuming too much; I haven't said anything about that." "No, I know, and I don't expect that you will, ... but you did admit that you could find it silly." He nodded slightly with small smile and replied: I guess I did." Then he chuckled and added: "You're going to be hard to live with after all this." "I hope so!" I replied with a grin. "Um-hmm!" he responded emphatically, but smiling. In a serious tone, I said: "Oh, I don't want to marry you; that's not what this is about, but as long as you let me stay here, well, maybe I wouldn't be so hard to live with." "Maybe you're right. I don't want to marry you either. Oh! This sounds really funny, both of us saying that and talking about this." "At least we agree about that, also about what we're talking about." "Agree that we know 'what we're talking about'." "I know, you're not going to say that you agree with me." "If I don't have to, then?" "You don't have to 'say' it." He smiled wryly and murmured: "You're making it hard for me." "Really?!" "Not like that!" We both laughed as though we had heard an hilarious joke. When we had finally caught our breath, he shrugged with grin and then said: "We'd better get out of here, clean up and do the shopping, anything to get my mind of this." "Just for a while, I hope," I replied. He shrugged again with a non-committal "hmm." We cleaned up in silence, then only exchanging remarks about the shopping list, and left his flat. In the supermarket, we also only mentioned the things we were finding from the list, and then back in the flat were silent, while we put them away. I always did the laundry on Saturdays. When I stripped our beds, this time it seemed very suggestive. He glanced up when he saw me go to the kitchen with them in my arms. Then after a moment, he said that he would remake his bed. Till then, I had remade his bed, only thinking about him the last two times. Was he now thinking it inappropriate that I made his bed, wanting to suggest that I shouldn't have anything to do with it? I scowled to myself and tended to the laundry. He was back in the living room after I had turned on the washing machine. As I passed through the living room to go and make my bed, he gave me a slight, maybe sly smile. In the bedroom, I discovered that he had also remade my bed with fresh sheets. No, he wasn't going to say anything, he didn't have to! I almost wet my panties. I returned to the living room and said: "Thank you. That was nice of you." He smiled, looking a little embarrassed, and replied: "That wasn't my original idea, thinking that you shouldn't make my bed after all our talk, but then, well, ...? Anyway, I made yours too." "Kind of you, thanks. Hmmm? I sort of thought that was your original idea." "You can think whatever you want," he replied with a nice smile. Oh, I did, while I waited to shift the laundry to the drier. If I shouldn't make his bed 'after all our talk,' but he had then made mine -- 'after all our talk,' it didn't matter who jumped into whose bed. I would in his after his shower; couldn't really surprise him, if I did again, and he had done enough to show that he expected that could happen. Or would he be expecting to find me in it already? Or would he want me to be in my bed, so that he could finally show his initiative to sleep with me? Moist panties! But till then what? I needed a panty liner, and would to need to wash more before I went to bed. Both of us together again in the bathroom? The "next time," for him to dry me, or me to just drop my towel? Panty liner couldn't wait till the laundry was finished and I took it to the bedroom. I went back to the bedroom again, appreciating that he had made my bed more carefully than I did. Somehow, we got through the afternoon and making dinner together with as few words as possible, but exchanging mild smiles. I wondered if I needed a fresh panty liner; my pussy had never reminded me so often that I was aroused. Or is it the other way around; I was aroused, reminding my pussy? Sitting together at the table again was going to be difficult. He suggested having a bottle of wine, something that had never happened before, although I knew that he had a couple in a bottom cupboard. The wine made things a little easier. We were usually better at carrying on a conversation. Did my nipples pop out every time my mind wandered from what we were trying to talk about? Often enough, and he noticed, not saying anything, but not hiding that he had noticed, sometimes with a little smile. I should have gotten a fresh panty liner. We both saved a bit of wine until we had finished eating, and then drank together a little formally. But now what? It was too early to go to bed at our normal time, and I couldn't imagine that we could sit and watch TV with a beer, like we usually did. He looked at me as though he expected me to say something. Shit! I was about to tell him that my panties were all wet and that I need to wash. I didn't. Trying to look relaxed, I said that that I wanted to take a shower and change before we watched TV. He smiled with a nod and said that he would clean up in the kitchen, usually my chore. I thanked him and went off. Taking a shower, while wondering about the rest of the evening was not relaxing. What was he going to want to do? He just had to want to do something! What? What did a man with his experience want to do? I would do anything he wanted; I had to; I had started all this. Oral sex? I had heard good and bad things about that, all second and third hand. Had the girls done that? A couple of their remarks had suggested that they assumed that I had with him. If he wanted to do that to me, I could just hope that my pussy was clean; it kept feeling moist, not from the shower. I turned off the water. "Better give you your towel first," I heard, about to whip aside the shower curtain. He was there with me in the bathroom! He thrust a fresh towel past the curtain. I took, managing to mutter: "Yeah, I had better." "Um-hmm," he replied. It almost sounded like a chuckle. Then he murmured: "You'd said 'next time,' didn't want to disappoint you." "Just terribly surprised me." "Sorry. Do your Venus pose, and I'll open the curtain. Oh, I've got my shorts on." I chuckled and held my towel in front of me, and he opened the curtain. He was smiling at me with another towel in his hand. Oooh! My pussy again! My hand clutched the towel between my thighs. He smiled more broadly and murmured: "Me too, a little. I'll dry your back, if you step out; you don't have to drop it." When I stepped out of the shower, and he held the other one up, I saw that his cock was pressing against one leg of his shorts. I turned my back to him, and he put the towel on my shoulders and began to dry me. It had all been so good! Everything I had said, unplanned, spontaneous, not entirely seriously meant, like my "next time"! It was being so good, feeling his hands rubbing down my back, under my arms, down my sides to my waist. "Don't tickle," I murmured, but he then did, of course, making me laugh and squirm, and he held my ass against his thighs and hips, still tickling. I squealed and said: "You're going to make me drop my towel." "Hm-hm-hmm! Hadn't thought of that. Mmmm! But then you can dry yourself, while I take my shower." His towel left my back, and I began to dry my aroused breasts. I saw his shorts drop near my feet. Did he want me to see him step in the shower? Not yet; he hadn't seen me from the front. I turned away and then heard the shower curtain close. I turned back, continuing to dry myself, as he turned on the water. "You've got a cute ass," he remarked with a chuckle. "You could have dried it too." "Wanted to, but then didn't know what would happen." "I would have enjoyed it." "Thought I should take my shower first." "Hm-hmm! Want me to dry yours?" "You're too fresh!" "As though you didn't know already." "Took me -- no -- it took you a while to show me." "It did; didn't know I could be." "Hmm! Said it before: I hope so, just not so sure." "I'm really not fresh, and don't like to be 'silly'." "Well, I understood that." "So don't take such a long shower." "That was fresh." "If you want me to be; then am I supposed to jump in you bed again, or wait for you to jump in mine?" "Oooh! That was worse than fresh! I don't know." "At least, you didn't reject either alternative." "Sounded more like 'propositions'." "If you wish. I was thinking that you maybe expected me to jump in yours again, not thinking it would be like this. Then wondering if I should, before you finished your shower. Hm-hmm! Still not to late for that. Or if you maybe could think it was better if you finally admitted that you wanted to, and wanted to jump in mine with me." "You think way too much! Does it matter now?" "No. I'll do whatever you want." "I didn't ask that." "Oh! I didn't mean it like that, about jumping, but I do mean it, I think, thinking most of the afternoon about it, what you could want. Since I started this, it only seems right that I should do anything you want, want me to." He was silent and turned off the water, then asked: "Are we going to be naked, or should I wrap my towel around again?" "Naked," I replied, feeling my cheeks flush, as I drew my shoulders back. He drew the curtain back. He was also very naked, his cock not quite standing out. "Very naked," he murmured, his eyes perusing me. Then they met mine. He smiled a little apologetically and murmured: "Venuses don't stand like that." "Told you before, I'm not one." "But could be." "Flattery will get you nowhere; I'm already there -- here." I glanced down at his dripping cock and added: "You need a towel, probably both of them," and handed him the one still in my hand. He began to dry himself, unselfconsciously drying cock and balls, flopping them around. Since he didn't say anything, I returned to what I had said and murmured: "Anything you want. I can learn. Hmm? Not even sure what 'anything' could be." "That's sweet, promising something you don't know. Not sweet, bold of you." "Well, I've heard a bit, seemed like anything I could have thought of. I'll try that." He was drying the rest of his body. I picked up the other towel and handed it to him, and he used it. Then he murmured: "Sweet, bold; I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." "Only one way to find out." He smiled with a nod, and murmured: "Both sweet and bold." "Hopefully good for me too." "I think so, I sure hope so, too." I moaned, feeling like a cat purring, and felt my thighs twitch together. He also moaned with an aroused expression and dropped the towel. Two aroused, naked persons standing so close together, drawing deep breaths. We both moved, just a step each, as our arms reached out, and we embraced. I felt his cock press against me and hoped he was aware of my stiff nipples against his chest. We kissed, and his cock pressed harder. He drew his hips back and let it spring up, and we held it between us. Finally, we retrieved our tongues. He chuckled and murmured: "Just don't both of us try to jump at once." "Bottom one first, me or you?" "Me; I love it that way." We went to his bed. I flung back the covers, and he lay down, his wonderful cock bobbing over his hair. Something new already, since I had always been pinned under youngsters who didn't know how to satisfy a girl. I moaned and straddled him. Did he want me to guide his cock to my wet pussy? He nodded, waiting; he expected me to -- like the other women this way? I wanted to hold it, and did, moving my hips up over it. My first real man's cock in my hand, about to sink into my aroused pussy! He nodded again with that aroused expression and reached up to hold my breasts. I thought I knew where my vagina was, but had to rub the head of his cock a little to find it, then with a groan, my hips sank down and forced his cock up in my tight pussy. It surged, and we both moaned. He squeezed my breasts and then fondled my nipples, making my pussy squeeze his cock. He nodded with another moan. Whatever those kids had been doing, it wasn't this! What did a woman on top do? Just fuck up and down on his cock? How many had? "Rock your hips, do anything that feels good," he murmured. God, he was great, recognizing my inexperience! I rocked my hips to and fro. It felt so good, feeling his cock moving a little in me, but enough to make my pussy clutch it and make it twitch; no wonder he wanted me on top. \* \* \* Annie suddenly broke off her story and looked at me and said: "This is getting way too long. You asked about cocksucking, and I haven't even really started fucking him yet." "But it's been delightful getting this far, and it's sounded just like you. Pity that you didn't just jump in his bed weeks before." "Hm-hmm! After him, I was a little faster. Hmm? I guess in that sense of the word too." "Mmmm! My good luck! I didn't think you were 'fast', like that, but we didn't take as long, and, well, you let me think I was being more forward than I expected. Get on with your story, can't leave you two waiting in the middle of fucking. Oh, I was kind of hoping that in the bathroom, he would tell you that he wanted to lick your pussy and that you would have understood that he wanted to you to suck his cock, but -- respect -- he didn't." Annie chuckled and replied: "I think that I was too, after my thoughts about what else he could like, but I couldn't bring myself to suggesting that I had an inkling about oral sex. I'll try to keep it short, until I get to what you want to hear." "Kind of a pity, but go ahead," I replied. \* \* \* Yeah, well, you know how we fuck like that, and he and I did. My first time on top, experimenting, it had to be a special thrill. Our first time together; it seemed like it was for him too. Then we were lying together, and then I did venture to ask him what else we could do. With some hesitation, he asked me if I knew about oral sex, and I told him that I knew that it was something he could do and that I could do, just in those words. He said that he loved to do it, and I said something about loving anything he could do with my pussy. Oh, I did. Did I say to him anything about his going to have to taste himself? No, afterwards, after I had come all over his face, he told me that he liked tasting his own semen when he found it that way. Sure, I understood that he was suggesting that it didn't taste so strange that I couldn't also like it, indirectly suggesting that it was now my turn. As I was moving down between his legs, he told me that it was very selfish of him to want me to suck his cock. He didn't say it with those words, but I understood that he must know that it would be especially good for him. That was just what I hoped after all our talk and his finally having given in -- without ever saying directly that he would. Trying to make it especially good for him was the least I could do, all I could do for him. With that positive attitude, I was eager to do it. I wanted his cock in my mouth, wanted to caress it with my tongue, was so delighted and pleased when he moaned, especially when my tongue discovered that funny sensitive spot behind the head of his cock. I hadn't really seen a cock before, didn't know it was there. Oh, it was good! I just loved it, the way it felt in my mouth and on my tongue and that it aroused him so much. Before that, those boys cocks had just felt good in my pussy, a lot more arousing for them, of course, but I didn't have the idea that I wanted to arouse them, and they sure did act like they were concerned about arousing me. We just fucked, each of us thinking about ourselves. But this was all different, his licking my pussy too, of course. Each of us was just wanting the give the other one pleasure, selflessly, but he loved to do, and I was learning that I did too. This is the wrong context to quote the Bible: 'better to give than to receive,' but that is the way I was feeling, still do. And as he had said, if was selfish to ask me to do it to him, but I was wanting to -- for him. But I was also wanting to know what it would be like when he had his orgasm; anything less wouldn't be giving him his full pleasure. I already knew the feeling of his cock twitching in my mouth, and then his hips rocked up once. It must be getting better for him, I thought. The moans I heard also sounded more aroused. A few seconds later, his hips rocked up again, and then again after a few more seconds. I thought it was like how my hips moved before I gave myself an orgasm. That was so arousing, the anticipation, the promise that I was going to have one. Then his hips began to twitch up in closer sequence -- like mine did. It was going to happen! I was going to give him his orgasm! If he had had any control of his hips till then, suddenly he obviously didn't. He groaned, and his hips thrust his cock deeper in my mouth, and a great shot of his semen hit the back of my throat, I tried not to bite his cock as I had to swallow, and then more shot in my mouth. So much, so good for him! I loved it, that I could make him come so much! Oh, it tasted strange, of course, but I had wanted it, maybe didn't want it to taste that strange, but since it did, I wanted it to, wanted to like it. Like I still do. \* \* \* Annie looked at me with satisfied smile and asked: "Good enough description of how I learned to love to suck cocks?" "Mmmm! Um-hmm, look at mine." "Oooh! It doesn't want me to again, already?" "You shouldn't tell such an arousing story." "You asked for it." "I guess so, just didn't know it would be so good." "Just the truth, nothing but the truth." We chuckled and then I said: "It would be unfair to ask, but since I know you stay with him two years, what happened?" "Lots more of that, of course. Now I sometimes wonder if we did it so much because that was our main connection. Married couples start on a different basis, I presume, and then are hitched to each other. Oh, he had been married. We talked about that once, when he told that she had never sucked his cock, but that wasn't the reason for their divorce he assured me, different expectations of how it would be together. "Of course, we were only together for two years and maybe didn't get around to testing that sort of thing. That's what we did together, and we sure did, and probably unconsciously avoided the little differences that can upset married couples, wanting each other to be like they want them to be." She looked at me a little surprised, then shrugged and said softly: "Maybe something to remember." That reminded me that I knew she was engaged to man back in her country. I nodded, and we were silent for a few moments. She shrugged again and said: "Anyway, after a couple of nights, we pushed the beds together. At the end, we separated on very good terms. I had a better job and could afford my own flat. We gave it each other very nice presents, you know that brooch I have. I couldn't afford anything like that; gave him a very nice wallet with a picture of me, telling him that he didn't have to keep it." "Very nice, all of it. Remember our first kiss?" "Of course! How many times had we seen each other before that?" "Not many. Where did we get the wishbone?" "I can't remember that either, just that we had it, sitting in your van, and that you won." "And you didn't look like you would mind, if I wished for a kiss." "Hm-hmm! You might have gotten one anyway, without the wishbone." "Better with it -- not the kiss -- that I had an easy excuse to wish for one." "You needed one? And I was all worried about what you could wish for." "What would you have wished for?" I asked. "At least a kiss, and if we had kissed already, maybe then next better thing." Oh! What could that have been? She smirked and said: "Well, I wouldn't have been fresh enough to ask you just to let me do something, so I guess I would have had to ask you -- selfishly -- to do it to me." "Neither of us had to ask that first night when we were camping alone." "Nope! And you were the one to turn around, before you could imagine how much I wanted you to." "Just so you could suck my cock?" "That's going to cost you! Not before you lick my pussy so good that I forget you said that!" Oh yes, the wishbone and kiss also happened with the girl whom I've called Annie here.

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Title: Prologue: Calling Cards by Rathe Tags: Anal, Angst, Death, Fox, Kissing, M/M, Snow Leopard, Violence (Not In Yiff), Wolf (There is some m/m stuff here so if you are under 18, I am not liable so don't get caught. Also this is my first posted story of any sort so constructive criticism is appreciated. Thanx) Thomas Solana crawled across the concrete floor of the abandoned warehouse using only his front two paws, seeing as how a 12 gauge shot gun had only recently hit his spinal cord making his once nimble and muscular legs now useless. The blood soaked fox groaned through the pain, trying to haphazardly scramble away from the white wolf slowly approaching from the stairwell door. Thomas silently cursed, wishing that he and his cohorts had never tried to betray the wolf Rathe. They had thought it would be easy when they saw how young the supposed infamous thief Rathe was. They would let him do all the dirty work and when Rathe was distracted they would wax him and the cops would be none the wiser. And the plan went well at first. That was, until the rendezvous. When Thomas and his friends had rejoined up with Rathe and the federal documents valued at fifty thousand dollars, they thought they had it made. Jonas, an otter had snuck up around Rathe with a lead pipe, ready to finish the deed, but the young wolf was too quick. Rathe caught the pipe mid swing and with his other paw slammed down on Jonas' arm, snapping it like a twig. That's when all hell broke loose. 20 minutes later and Thomas' friends were dead and he himself was a paraplegic, on his way to becoming a corpse. Although his body was filled with shot from the firearm, most of his nerves were damaged so he couldn't feel a thing. As he dragged himself over the fire escape, a white paw smashed down on his right forearm, and that Thomas could feel. As he looked up into the face of the young wolf, known to him as Rathe, he begged and pleaded. "Please, spare me. When never meant no harm, it was only a joke, I swear. You can have the Manifesto, just let me go." Rathe looked down over the miserable shaking form before him. "Unfortunatley, you do not have the luxury of being trusted." Rathe raised the 12 gauge until it was point blank against Thomas' skull. "May the Devil have mercy on your soul." Twelve hours later the police arrived on the scene, but by then the nineteen year old lupine thief known as Rathe was long gone. The superior officer at the abandoned warehouse was a burned out German shepherd named Rex Collins. As he was looking over the evidence a snow leopard in a suit and tie approached him. An id around his neck identified him as Mark Harrison. "Are you the superior officer on the scene?" Harrison asked Sergeant Collins. "Who wants ta know?" Mark Harrison flipped open another Id showing the letters FBI in bold black. "Ive been following Rathe's trail and I heard that you found his calling card at the scene of the crime." Sergeant Collins picked up a plastic baggy holding a business card with the words "Rathe: Professional Thief" on one side, and the expression "Fear the Reaper" on the other. "Fear the Reaper?" Collins mused, turning to Harrison, "Do you know what that means?" "No," Harrison responded, "he leaves a different saying on each of his cards. I think he's just trying to mess with our minds?" "Is that so?" Collins responded, losing interest. Well, the crime scene is yours. If you need me I'll be cataloging evidence." Harrison walked over to the other side of the warehouse and viewed the carnage of the four bodies that littered the concrete. "Matthias," Harrison muttered under his breath, "What have you done?" The scene was like a silent black and white movie. Matthias, the white wolf, was slowly making love to the snow leopard, Daniel, kissing and licking his neck as he slowly thrust in and out of Daniel's tail hole, complete trust and devotion painted on both of their faces. Their muzzles locked and tongues intertwined, as the heat and passion of the two lovers was only complimented by their love for one another. As the climax was slowly being reached, the scene changed into a flash of fire with agonizing screams in the background, shrieks of three being burned to death inside an infernal suburban tomb. With a jolt, Matthias sprang up from his bed, his head and bare torso covered with sweat. As tears started to brim in his eyes he collapsed back down and turned to the side. He glanced up at his night table with the lone picture of a snow leopard and a white wolf embracing and smiling. A lone red candle flickered in front of it. "Daniel", Matthias whispered to the picture "I love you..." Then Matthias fell asleep with his muzzle wet from the glistening tears. He slept easy for the rest of the night, having no more dreams about memories of events from his past. He lay peacefully on a queen-sized mattress in a five room apartment. Besides the bedroom, there was a kitchen, a bathroom, a living room and a secret room hidden behind the entry hall closet. Inside of that room hung a black cloak complete with hood, a 12 gauge shot gun leaning up against the far wall and among other things cluttering a gargantuan table a stack of business cards stylized with the words "Rathe: Professional Thief".

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High above in their celestial throne, a boredom and restlessness unlike any that reality had ever experienced shook the very foundations of existence itself, and with it, the fifteenth pump that day alone. One would be forgiven for thinking that a creature as powerful and incomprehensibly vast as Arceus would be able to simply magic up someone who might be capable of taking care of their problems, but there were some limits that even a creator deity could not break through… or simply lacked the right base to start off from. Given the sheer breadth of existence as they had made it, it was almost surprising how there seemed to be no individuals strong enough to receive the blessings required to help their god(dess) in finally emptying out properly for the first time in the entirety of time, but despite the best efforts of both Arceus themselves and their many divine children, no such person had ever been found, nor even been remotely heard of. It was as if the universe itself was playing a trick on its own creator, providing them with the means to handle their rather unique situation but stopping just short of giving them what they actually wanted, keeping them psychologically on edge just as much as they were physically there already. And given just how stuffed they were on a regular basis, it was a dangerous game that reality was playing, one that could only ever go wrong in the long run. There used to be a time when Arceus was fully capable of simply being, without a single care nor concern in their life. They would cruise through the cosmos, creating life wherever they saw fit, occasionally stopping by a particular planet to see just how well it was doing, maybe even hanging around for long enough that its people came to know them as the deity that they were… right before flying off to the next corner of the galaxy, or the next supercluster over, in an endless voyage that served just as much to sate their curiosity and interest for their own creations as it did to imprint the idea of a god(dess) directly into the minds of all sentients alive in the universe. But this was a long time ago, back when their body hadn’t suffered the ravages of time and lack of any adequate partners; back when they were slim, svelte and perfectly capable of moving around without having to worry about bumping into anything. As time went on, however, things began to change; Arceus noticed how parts of them were starting to fatten up and thicken out, first around the thighs and legs, but then eventually their perky butt and then finally some more… delicate bits. Granted, they hadn’t had a proper self-exploratory session in… ever, to be fair, but at least initially they managed to keep their urges under control, and their body’s more productive parts from filling up. Yet eventually, with each “day” that passed and they woke up to inspect themselves, it was one new day where their form was slightly larger, more curvaceous, and, most importantly and worryingly, fuller. At first, it was easy enough to keep down, just a couple of hours locked in the bathroom and both their bosom and orbs between their legs would be duly emptied out and ready to tackle another trip. Even when their productivity started to rise to the point where they could see themselves swelling in real time, albeit at a slow enough rate that they had to stop for a few minutes, Arceus believed themselves capable of keeping their body in check. Even when this clearly stopped being the case, around the point where they would wake up after their slumber to find that their vision was obstructed by a pair of milk-filled udders and rolling out of their stellar-sized bed was almost impossible with the kind of weight that they were carrying between their legs, they thought that things could be handled. It took until the first few occasions where they were quite literally immobilized before they had to admit that there was a problem, and even then it required the intervention of quite a few of their celestial children, who had all been trying desperately to get their progenitor to admit that they had a problem for years at that point. From there, it didn’t take long until Arceus simply stopped visiting the little ones living on the planets they had themselves seeded with life, being far too big and unwieldy to do so. They believed, perhaps naively, that a simple readjustment of their routine would be enough to give their body what it wanted, bring it back down to normal if they just tried hard enough; this could not be further from the truth. They would’ve been satisfied with simply being sated, with should have happened as far as they were concerned; surely, if they were full and then emptied out, then they should be able to feel good about it, regardless of whether or not they used a mechanical pump created by a few of their more industrious progeny or their own hands. It was physical release, and thus subjected to the same rules as everything else… except it wasn’t. Not only did none of their cosmos-shaking orgasms not even as much as begin scratching the itch that they’d been feeling for goodness knows how long, but they didn’t seem to give them any kind of pleasure either; in reality, in dreadful reality, all that their climaxes did was help them empty out to become slightly more mobile until the next time they filled up, and after a while they stopped doing that either! From thin and lithe to curvaceous and plump and now finally, after who knew how many failed attempts at achieving true pleasure, their body was practically buried underneath a set of tits, pair of balls and a cock of such immense proportions that anyone looking at them from the front or the sides would be hard-pressed to imagine what their body even looked like, because it simply wasn’t visible. Emptying out had stopped actually doing anything to their size, at least permanently. If anything, every time they made the conscious decision to try and alleviate the pressure, they ended up slightly bigger than they had been the previous time they “drained” themselves completely, turning their sudden and inexplicable productivity into a race against time and size that simply could not be won. Inch after inch, parsec after parsec, more and more supple flesh was added onto the divine creator’s body, until even at their absolute smallest they were more than capable of using entire galactic clusters as nipple rings, and those tiny buds were barely a blip on the titanic milk makers that they were capping. The same could be said for their nuts, as well as a cock that practically reached from one side of the universe to the other, a body that required so much constant readjustment of spatial dimensions that reality itself frayed at the edges to contain it, and Arceus was left in the rather unenviable position of trying to keep their very creation from imploding underneath the unrelenting onslaught of their own physical avatar. It was an uphill battle, even now that they were constantly hooked to some sort of machine or other that kept them permanently empty by virtue of sucking up every last drop of milk and cum they produced the moment they came into being, but even that wasn’t enough; it might prevent the worst swelling and the whole process of growing larger and then shrinking to a smaller, but still bigger size than before, but it did nothing to prevent the base growth process that had taken over their body to begin with. Slowly, but surely, Arceus was still growing, and there was only one way that this could be fixed, they were sure of it: get someone else to fix their problem. Not bringing in an expert to tell them and their extended deific family what to do, but rather finding a mortal or demigod who just so happened to be powerful enough to be able to survive the power boost needed to meet their literal maker, followed by them doing something about how pent-up said maker happened to be. There was no doubt in Arceus’ mind that if they only managed to get someone to do to them what mortals did to one another all the time in search of pleasure, then that would fix all their problems; after all, it was the one thing they hadn’t tried yet, and if there was anything that made sense in their minds, it was that they, as the ultimate creator of all things and ruler of all of reality, should at the very least be owed the same degree of carnal pleasure that their own creations were afforded. Perhaps this is why their body refused to listen to their desperate pleas for it to calm down: their own divine nature was reminding them that they needed to try something different, something better… it just so happened that there were no adequate candidates. It seemed impossible, but it was the bare truth. Despite aeons of hard work on the part of their divine progeny, not a single one of their creations had ever been even remotely powerful enough to withstand the cosmic levels of power required for them to even survive being in Arceus’ presence, let alone be able to get together with them and fix their pent-up issues in the most direct way possible. It wouldn’t be enough to merely make someone big and buff enough to do it, there was a psychological component to it, one that demanded a certain degree of psychic resistance just so the fortunate breeder wouldn’t have their brains turned to mush upon seeing the full form of their creator deity, especially when this form was cocooned by a pair of tits, balls and a cock big enough to obscure large sections of the cosmos if said deity didn’t expend an increasingly higher amount of their power keeping everything in its place, something that was already starting to fail as time went on. Yes, Arceus was the creator of all things. Yes, Arceus had spent a great deal of their power making reality exist just so they’d have a playground to have fun and watch as life blossomed in. Yes, they had created countless lower-level deities that were each still powerful enough to serve as gods and goddesses to their respective planets, some being possessed of enough divine might to impose themselves upon their chosen home and remain active well past the point where they should’ve faded into myth… but there were still some things that even someone like Arceus couldn’t do, and their body, their out-of-control, mindlessly swelling and desperately attention-seeking body was putting them in a situation where they’d have to confront themselves with those very same things whether they liked it or not. Their size alone was already straining the ability for existence to contain it, reality itself collapsing inwardly as it tried to comprehend the vastness and immenseness of a divine form that looked as if it belonged on the front cover of some extreme size-loving magazine more than it did on any inspired fresco or church window. Not that the little ones living on the many life-bearing planets were aware of this, of course; to them, the cosmos was as it always had been, even if, on occasion, their more sensitive equipment picked up a few disturbances that their respective civilizations’ best minds either assumed were measurement errors, or began thinking were actually the key to solving the universe’s mysteries. Little did they know that what their gear was measuring wasn’t some unfathomably tiny piece of the cosmic puzzle that would help everything fall into place, but Arceus losing control and having to pull themselves back from the brink of catastrophe, occurring so many times in every half-second that the poor thing’s life had effectively been turned into a long, continuous series of almost-apocalypses that they had to spend all their time avoiding. The galactic-scale pumps were no longer enough. The constant readjustments to the supercluster-sized machinery were barely sufficient. The only thing keeping Arceus back from popping the universe open with the first of what would be literally countless loads was Arceus themselves, whose mind and willpower were directed entirely towards not only keeping their body in check, but also maintaining the cosmos around it in some semblance of order. It required so many spatial distortions in such an enormous and far-reaching manner that even the creator deity was beginning to find the limits to their power, limits they weren’t even aware existed at all until they felt them approaching at high speeds. They didn’t know when exactly it would happen: maybe it’d be the next “day”, maybe it would take several more aeons, perhaps they would teeter at the edge until the heat death of their creation, but they would eventually lose control completely, and once that happened, all of the size that they should have gained and yet held back through rampant abuse of their power would come bursting forth, spilling into reality so quickly and exponentially that nothing, not even the combined might of Arceus and all of their children, would be able to hold it back, or even slow it down. A single droplet of milk from either teat, each nub already engorged to the point where even galaxies wouldn’t serve as anything other than a tiny pinprick studded onto its surface, would be big enough to flood the entirety of existence as anyone knew it, and there were plenty of drops inside those mammoth-sized tits they were carrying, to say nothing of the same kind of payload ready to be smeared over everything within reach of their colossal nuts. In actuality, their body was already big enough to fill reality up to the breaking point, hence why things were starting to fall apart; all of the work that went into holding themselves back also had to be applied to “stretch out” the universe’s dimensions in order to better fit them, especially ever since they grew too large to fit into the pocket universe they had initially retreated to when they first began noticing the changes to their form. Made to be at least six or seven times larger than it used to be, the cosmos was starting to feel the strain of being distended to such an absurd degree, and with it came a certain amount of panic that constantly permeated every aspect of not just Arceus’ life, but those of their children as well. There used to be a time where they were mostly left to their own devices, not having to worry too much about their progenitor apart from those few occasions where they decided to come knocking and forgot to tune down their power enough that it wouldn’t shatter planets just by sheer proximity. Nowadays, however, their entire purpose was to find someone that their creator could fuck, or, more appropriately, someone who could take the lead and help Arceus achieve release by turning them into the pliable, moaning, begging bottom that they so ever more desperately wanted to become with each passing day. There was no longer any concern about maintaining their spheres of influence or making sure that mortals were aware of their presence, neither were they concerned with matters of divine import such as worshipper tithes or even the maintenance of long-lost temples that would eventually be stumbled upon by brave and-or foolhardy adventurers; now, all they ever did, at every waking moment, was scour the entirety of existence for that one person, that one lucky soul who would be chosen to ascend to the halls of divinity and become Arceus’ consort, not only performing the greatest feat that any mortal could hope to do, but helping to literally save all of reality from a flood of proportions so exaggerated that it would make any other deluge barely look like a drop in a cup of water. But… such a mortal never showed up. No matter how hard anyone looked, no matter how intense or fine their combing became, not a single worthy soul shone in the dark, not a single brave face showed itself capable of withstanding the perilous journey to meet their creator. More than once, Arceus’ children begged their parent to let them broaden the search, to allow them to actually pick mortals to try out even when they were almost certain that the transformative process wouldn’t work, but the deity always denied them their requests; no matter how bad things got, they refused to sacrifice their creations for their own sake, even when they knew the very existence of reality itself was at stake… well, that, and they were almost certain that using up their power to ascend a mortal to divinity when they were already at the breaking point just trying to hold back from destroying everything would initiate the final countdown on the last moments the universe had to live. Then again, it was going to happen anyway; with no mortal to show, and none of their progeny able (or willing) to do the deed themselves, all Arceus could really do was sit there upon their throne, until the latter ceased to be as it was consumed by their cum factories, and until their whole body was completely subsumed by their curves, until there was nothing left of them but the primal instincts that ensured the survival of existence for just a second more by repeating what they had been doing for countless ages up until that point. There was no longer an Arceus there, a god(ddess) creator who had brought life from nothing, but a destructor deity who would soon spell doom for all of reality once the floodgates were finally open. In their last few moments before finally releasing, before they got to see if they would finally feel relieved or merely carry on with the cycle, the entity formerly known as Arceus saw themselves abandoned by their own progeny, who fled their reality to take shelter in isolated, pocket universes from where they could observe as chaos unfurled. Perhaps, once it was all over, they could rebuild… after everything was drained dry.

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Title: Best Friend Stacy Tags: handjob, voyeur, threesome, mmf, two men one woman, mmf threesome I was lucky enough to have a most incredible experience, and it was all because of my best friend Stacy. Remember the TV show Will and Grace? Well, that was us, just the opposite. I am the straight guy and Stacy was my gay roommate. Stacy and I met in college, became friends after freshman year when we lived in the same dorm, and throughout school, just remained best friends. We would hang out together all the time, console each other through dates gone bad, and help study together. We just had a connection and perhaps because there was no sexual tension between us, we just clicked in a different way. Sure we scoped out women together, but we had different tastes and agreed not to compete for a mate. Now Stacy was no slouch. She was all of 5'10", lean and long, wavy brown hair. She had pretty brown eyes that sparkled when she talked about her favorite subjects, like music, art, cooking. And she was very fit. Always went to the gym and sometimes we would go to the gym together. I think some people in college thought we were a couple, but I knew from day one that she was not into guys, and she was a bit scared to tell people, so her status was not that openly gay. And she trusted me with everything and I came to trust her as well. We both did great in school and ended up landing jobs in Boston after. We decided to live together to help with expenses, and found a great two-bedroom apartment in the North End. Of course we were single upon leaving college and decided to help each other out finding a significant other. We hung out in some cool restaurants, shops, gym and bookstores, and had an occasional date here and there. But our dinner conversation frequently dealt with our perpetual single status and little luck with women. I think the fact that Stacy was a bit insecure with her sexuality made it a bit difficult for her to find someone. And I was so busy trying to climb the corporate ladder, that finding time to cultivate a relationship was my limiting factor. "What are we going to do Jason? We're going to be a couple old maids together, aren't we?" Stacy mused, one evening hanging around watching tv after dinner and long days at work. "Don't worry Stace...we'll find someone." I continually tried to reassure her as well as myself, but the nights and lack of sex were just getting old. "Maybe we're hanging out in the wrong places?" Stacy said. "I don't know...all the magazines say to go to places where there is someone with common interests. Like classes, bookstores and gyms. But it's so cliché...no one wants to be picked up at the grocery store or gym. Everyone is so busy and wants to get on with their lives." I tried to sound convincing for both of us. "Well, I have to start a class for work, and maybe I'll find someone there..." "Yeah, maybe you will Stace...I don't know why you aren't hooking up. You're quite the catch. I told you this before, that I'd do you if you were into guys. Guys are always checking you out." "You're sweet Jace...guys just aren't my thing. That's probably why we get along so well together, because there isn't that sex thing between us." "I agree. That would ruin our friendship." "But this BOB thing is getting old." Stacy said. She knew I knew that this was her battery operated boyfriend. We had this joke for years. "Need some new batteries perhaps? Let me help you out there. Get it for me and I'll change the batteries." "Very funny guy. I can quite do that myself, thank you," Stacy said, giving me one of those looks. "You know Stace, it's just hard for guys to compete with complicated female sexuality. You have access to the equipment 24/7, and guys have to figure that shit out." "Perhaps. Guys are simple, right? Just a quick screw and you are happy, is that it?" "I'd take that now, that's for sure. But we're not all pigs, you know." "I wouldn't know. I just always knew I love women. That's my destiny, I guess." "I love women too. And I love you Stace. I'm going to bed. See you tomorrow." "Good night Jace. And I love you. You're my best friend." And so it went for a few months in our new lives in the big city. One weekend, some friends from work were going out and about 10 of us went out to a jazz club. One of the women in our group named Chris brought a friend, Megan. Now Megan was quite the looker. Blonde, curvy and dressed to show off all her assets. Short skirt, boots, sleeveless blouse with some exposed cleavage. I tried with some success to sit near her. Chris and I work together, and so it seemed natural that we hang out. And luckily since Megan knew just a couple people in the group, that she sit near us too. And even more lucky, Megan and I seemed to hit it off. We talked, laughed, listened to the music and had some drinks. She had this habit of reaching out and touching my arm when she made a comment, or leaned in close to talk over the music. It was very sexy. And she smelled so good. I was definitely attracted to her and wanted to ask her out. Which I did after the party broke up and she said yes! I told Stacy of course, and she was very happy for me. She asked me all about her and I couldn't stop talking about how she looks and how we talked effortlessly about things and how she agreed to go out with me the next night. Stacy said she'd love to meet her and I told her I might bring her by after dinner the next night. We made plans to go to dinner the next night, and what a night we had. An Italian dinner that I knew nearby was outstanding. Great food, abundant Chianti and then a stroll afterwards, arm in arm. Again, Megan looked fabulous. Again with a skirt and blouse, heels and cascading hair down her shoulders that she played with when she talked. I told her about Stacy and that she was my roommate, and that she was gay. I wanted Megan to know that she wasn't my girlfriend, but best friend for years. So we wound our way back to our apartment and Stacy wasn't home. "Would you care to stay for a drink then? I'm sorry Stacy isn't around. Perhaps she'll be home later. I'd love for you to meet her." "Sure Jason. That'll be great. What do you have?" "We have a pretty well stocked bar. Do you want a drink drink, or wine perhaps?" "How about a night cap drink. Do you have brandy?" "Sure do. I traveled to France in college, and spent time in the area that specializes in brandy, so we do have a couple good choices. Let me pick one out for us." "Sounds good. Tell me about your time in France." I picked out a nice Corvoisier brandy and we sat on the sofa and chatted more, sipping our drinks and shared our histories and family stories. She was just so nice and easy to talk to and pretty to look at. I couldn't believe my good fortune having this beautiful woman in my apartment. "Excuse me for a moment Jason. I need to use the ladies room." "Down the hall and to the left." I stood, and pointed the way. While she was gone, I dimmed the lights a bit, put on some classical music and hoped she was thinking what I was thinking. "Hmmmm, what have we here? Are you trying to seduce me Jason?" Megan asked softly, returning to the living room. I wasn't sure, but it seemed as if there was a button more open in her blouse. "That's a distinct possibility my dear Megan. You are a beautiful woman and I would love to kiss you." Megan walked slowly towards me and we looked at each other, both emboldened by the evening and a bit of the brandy, and I smelled the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, and the brandy on her breath. "Well, what's stopping you then?" She whispered rather rhetorically, and closed her eyes just before we kissed. It was tentative at first, our hands around each other's shoulders, and then after a couple moments of the most incredible first kiss I've ever had, we leaned apart, looked into each other's eyes, and smiled. "That was a great kiss," Megan said, again allowing me to inhale her scent and caress her hair. "Shall we sit?" I edged us towards the sofa again, and we sat down, this time much closer than just before. I put my arm around her and drew her nearer so we could kiss again. Her lips and her touch were electric. I know it had been a while, but she was so incredibly feminine and the combination of the dinner, the drinks and her smell got to me. We kissed again, a bit more firmly and I felt her tongue at my lips. Her hands drew my face to her and we spent the next 10 minutes kissing like teenagers. I broke apart to breathe and to kiss her ears and her most wonderful and sensuous neck. "Oh god...Jason...that feels so good. It's been a long while since I've been with a man like you. So kind and smart and funny" I just murmured my agreement and kissed and bit her neck, trying to find the most sensual place on her body. We were both breathing quite hard and I wanted to find more and more erotic zones on this wonderful creature. I kissed my way back up to her mouth and we hungrily devoured each others' mouths in lust-filled kisses. Then we heard the door open, and Stacy walked in. I'm sure we looked a bit of a mess, and the atmosphere in the room was quite apparent. "Hey Stacy...I wanted you to meet Megan." I said, in a rush. "Hi Megan, nice to meet you." They shook hands and I tried to make like nothing happened, though I don't know that I needed to explain anything. "Sorry to have interrupted you guys...I'll just head off to my room," Stacy said, with a knowing look and a wink to me as she sashayed down the hall. "Well, that was a rather awkward first greeting," Megan said, obviously a bit embarrassed by this introduction. "Oh, don't worry. We'll get to talk with her later. Where were we then?" I asked, reaching out to stroke her hair and leaned in for another kiss. "Wait Jason. What if she walks in again?" "She won't. We'll be fine." I kissed her neck and nibbled at her ear. I felt the mood returning and hoped that Stacy's entrance wasn't a total deal breaker. "That's were we were I think. Keep doing that Jason. That feels so fine. Mmmmm..." Megan moaned in my ear. I caressed her arm while biting softly at her neck and down to her collar bone. I felt goose bumps on her arm and reached to feel her breast, hoping not to get stopped. Instead she pushed into my hand and moaned again as I felt her soft, full breast. Her hand came to mine but not to pull me away but to draw me in and pulled me harder to her chest. I kissed her soft lips again and she ran her hands over my chest and arms and hair. Now it was my turn to moan as she touched my body. "Jason..." she whispered, short of breath." "Yes." "I have to tell you something." "What?" I said, kissing her neck some more. God, she had an incredible neck. "It's that time of the month for me...we can't...um..." "It's ok...there's other things we can do, right?" I looked at her smiling and caressed her breasts, feeling her nipple through her scanty bra. "That's true. Most guys are kind of grossed out and done with that issue." "That's too bad...but I happened to be turned on and I know there are some things that we could find that would be almost as fun." "I think so too...I get so horny sometimes with the hormones. And this is one of those times." "I think that's good...very good." I reached forward to unbutton her blouse and she sat back and smiled and looked at me with a lusty grin. "God, you're so beautiful Megan. I can't believe you're single. Any guy would kill to be with you." "You're so kind...I guess you're the lucky guy tonight. And I think I'm the lucky girl." I exposed her chest and she helped me the next step releasing the front clasp of her bra.. "Now that's convenient. Saves me fumbling in the back." I sat mesmerized as the flesh of her firm tits came into view and I reached to hold the weight of them in my hands and stroked the soft skin on the sides and undersurface. Megan sat back and looked down at my hands on her and then back to me, her eyes now half open. I felt her nipples harden further under my hands at their exposure to the air and to my touch. I stroked them softly and marveled at her beauty. I leaned forward and kissed the top of one breast and kept my hand on the other, squeezing, pulling and caressing her nipple. I kissed my way down to her nipple on the other side and heard her moan louder in my ear as I took it into my mouth and sucked, softly at first and then harder, struggling not to bite as I wanted. Her hand wrapped behind my head and her fingers kneaded my neck and pulled me to her wanting body. I let my other hand go further south and felt her legs and pulled up her skirt, exposing her bare thigh above her stocking. Her legs parted and I felt the heat emanating from her core. I stroked her bare inner thighs, still sucking on her nipple, trying to find the right pressure and location that would elicit the most response from her. She was very telling in her moans and words in my ear, telling me, 'oh yes...right there...just like that...keep doing that...oh god...' That was pure music to my ears as I continued to tease her and held off going right for the goods. I stopped for a moment to let her catch her breath, and continued to stroke her thighs. "Why are you stopping Jason? Please...don't stop" "Oh, I'm not stopping. I'm just taking in all this. You are so incredible, how you smell, how you feel and how lucky I am." "Please continue to show me then..." She hungrily pulled my face and mouth to her neck and breasts as my hand brushed up against her panties. That elicited another strong moan and she slid down on the sofa to give me better access. I let my thumb caress her outer lips and felt her wetness, still sucking on her tits. I slid her panties aside to stroke her pussy and she was so incredibly wet. She was breathing shallow, short breaths as my fingers probed and caressed her center. "Oh god...there...more...right there...yes!" She said, as my finger found her clit which was protruding proudly and aching for attention. I knew she didn't probably want any penetration going on, but she was so aroused by what I was doing that I thought she would come any minute. I continued to rub her clit and suck on her nipple as she was grabbing my head with one hand and squeezing my arm with the other that was behind my back. I continued to do what I was doing and she held my head to her tits and her other hand held tight to my wrist, as if I was going to stop doing what I was doing. I held her lips open with a couple fingers and with the other softly stroked her clit slowly and gently and then alternatively circling around, trying to find exactly what and where she liked it. And sure enough, I found the right move. "Oh yes...there...like that...there...yes...yes..." she moaned and I knew she was close. I didn't stop doing anything that I was doing and then in a few more moments of this same thing which she clearly liked, she came with a cry. I could barely breathe, being smothered by her incredible tits and her legs squeezed together trapping my hand to her spasming pussy. I held her there as she came and kissed my way up her neck to her face and mouth, holding her tightly as she climaxed and then calmed, feeling her breathing return to normal. "Oh god Jason...that was so needed you don't know, especially when I'm having my period. But I was just so horny and you just made me feel so special..." She was tearing a bit from the emotion, I guess having a good orgasm plus the hormones of her cycle. I held her close and told her how beautiful she was and how turned on she made me and how I loved making her come like that. After a few minutes, she relaxed her grasp and said, "Now perhaps there is something I can do for you?" She looked at me with that lusty look again and ran her hand over my chest and arms. "Now what might that be dear lady?" I asked, still stroking her hair and taking in the sight of her state of partial dress and hoping she was thinking what I was thinking. "Seems I can think of something to repay the favor," she said, reaching for my thighs and stroked my legs. "You've been a very good boy and good boys get rewards." "I like rewards." "I think you'll like this one." She reached for my groin and at the touch of her hand to my hard cock, it was my turn to moan into her ear. "What do we have here? Is this the kind of reward you had in mind," she asked, rather rhetorically, stroking my hardness, feeling my length, gauging my erection. The first touch of her hand on me was just electric and I could hardly speak. "Definitely...oh Megan...it's been a long time for me too." "Just relax dear Jason. I think I know what might make you feel better." With one deft hand, she started to unbuckle my belt and then pulled the other hand from behind my back and sat sideways to me so she could open my pants and then she reached one hand inside my pants and felt my cock through my briefs. I gasped again at the feel of her hands one layer closer to the skin of my aching cock. She caressed there more until I was almost going to come right then. "Anxious, aren't we?" she said softly, seeing a spot of wetness emerge through the cloth of my underwear. "Would it be better if we got these off?" She reached her hand under the waistband of my shorts and I raised my hips off the sofa so she could pull them off some. She still hadn't touched my cock directly and I was so close to coming it wasn't funny. "Now that's better". She stroked my inner thighs and held my balls with one hand, feeling them tight with need. "What a beautiful cock dear Jason...so hard...so ready..." She kept talking softly to me, staring at my cock and I too was staring at her hands nearing my cock. "Please...Megan...please..." I began to beg. "Please what Jason? Tell me..." "Touch me...please" "You mean here?" she said as she stroked my thighs and balls. "Yes...and..." "Or here?" she said, as she drew her fingertips starting at the base of my cock, pointing straight up to the ceiling. "Or here?" she said, painfully slowly inching towards the tip of my cock. "Or like this?" she said, finally encircling my cock with her hand, softly yet firmly making strokes up and down. "Oh yes...like that...that's good. It's not going to take long Megan..." "It might take a little while. I'm rather enjoying this." She started stroking firmly up and down my cock with one hand at a time, and then both hands at the same time, as if to size my length by how much of the tip stuck out as both hands grasped side by side. "I can't take it much longer...that feels so good...your hands are so soft, so good...god...please" "Begging now are we? I like when I can make a man beg with just my hands." First, both hands went up and down, alternating. Then each hand one at a time going up, and then both hands on the down stroke. I was panting and starting to sweat. This woman knew how to give a hand job. Then she stopped stroking up and down and used only the tip of her thumb at the sensitive tip and just stroked there. That was so crazy I could hardly stand it. "Oh god...that's amazing." I gasped. "Feels good there? Like this?" She was really studying what I liked best. She kept stroking the groove on the undersurface of my cock until I was positively squirming and leaking. She kept taking the drops that came out and rubbed them into the skin at the tip of my cock, creating the most pleasurable friction imaginable. Her other hand was stroking my balls, gauging my arousal and encouraging my impending climax. She resumed stroking at a deliberate rhythm, not a fast jerk off, but a knowing build towards an inevitable end. Her strokes were firm and steady, and she looked up at me and I at her, as she knew my orgasm was close. "It's close, isn't it? I can tell...you can come now Jason...come for me...I want to see you come," she said breathlessly, watching my face intently and I struggled to keep my eyes open staring at her hand slowly and firmly stroking my cock, getting ready to explode. That combined with her words edging me on set me over the edge. I came hard, shooting my cum up to my shoulder and chest, and then the next spurts landing with an audible sound onto my stomach and then lower down and my orgasm subsided, coating her hand with my hot fluid. I opened my eyes again, and saw Megan looking contently at my cock, still dripping a bit, and looked at her fingers coated with my cum. "That was so hot Jason...do you always come that much?" "Maybe...I'm not sure. I wasn't exactly paying attention at that point. I think it was the company. That was amazing Megan...absolutely amazing." "You came all the way up to here," she said, wiping cum from my shoulder and near my neck and brought her finger to her mouth, tasting me. "And you taste so sexy too, so manly and so, so sweet." "Now there's another sight I'm going to have to remember." "Sit right there. I'll get something to clean us both up." She walked to the kitchen and came back with a dishtowel and proceeded to clean the cum from my stomach and her hand, tenderly wiping us clean, and then wiping the towel to her pussy. "I think this towel needs to go to the wash rather than back to the kitchen." "I think that's probably true. Thank you my dear Megan. That was a most enjoyable evening." "And for me too, as you could no doubt tell." There's more to tell about me and Megan, but that's for another story, and I want to tell more how Stacy was truly my best friend. After a few weeks with some on and off dates with Megan, Stacy and I were talking about her new class that she was taking and one of the classmates with whom she'd become friends. "Trish and I hang out quite a bit these days. It seems we have a lot in common." Stacy said one evening. "Yeah? Like what?" "Well, we both work in similar jobs and are taking the class to help move forward." "And what else?" "We're the same age and we like the same music." "She sounds cool Stace." "And we've had a couple coffees together after class and talked about the teacher and the work and just hang out." "Is there something more to this Stacy?" I asked. "I don't know. She seems a bit shy and not so outgoing. And I don't think she knows I'm gay, if that's what you're asking." "That's cool. Maybe she just needs a friend. Does she have a boyfriend?" "No. Not now anyways. She said she had a couple relationships, but it didn't work out. She said the guys were jerks and just wanted to get laid." "What did you tell her when she asked you if you had a boyfriend? I assume she asked you the same thing." "She did, and I just said that nothing is going on now. It's a bit too early in the deal to let this bomb out." "Oh c'mon Stace...it's not a bomb, it's just about who you are." "And some people aren't ready for stuff like that and we're just friends, ok?" "Ok, I get it. Just give it a chance. Perhaps she doesn't know about her sexuality or perhaps she's curious or perhaps she can be swayed by your charms and your beauty." "Perhaps so..." Stacy mulled this over for a few moments. "So tell me what she looks like." "Well, she's shorter than I am for one. She's about 5'5", dark skinned. I think she's got some Italian or Mediterranean in her somewhere. She's very curvy and has a very sexy figure I think." "She sounds cute. Let me meet her sometime." "Sure. I told her all about you and about our living together. She thinks it's so cool and so hip that I have this guy roommate and that we're just roommates. I think she's a bit inexperienced. She's from a small town in western Mass." "Invite her over for dinner this week after your class. We can hang out and I'd love to meet her." "Just don't get any ideas about picking her up." "Now Stace...we've known each other long enough...and besides, I think that this Megan woman is quite the dish, don't you?" "Yeah...sure do. Where has she been by the way? It's been a while since you two have gone out." "She's out of town visiting family and work stuff...just busy busy." "Poor Jace...back to the computer porn for your action, huh?" "Very funny girl. So what do you want to have for dinner with your friend Trish?" "Let me see. I'll ask her at class tomorrow and see if she's game." A couple days later, Stacy told me that Trish was going to come over for dinner next week. And they were going to do some shopping and errands the next day. "So what did you girls buy?" I asked Stacy the following day. "Well, after class, we went out to have a cup of coffee and then look at some shoes." "Sure, that's just what you need. More shoes." "Oh, shut up. A girl can't have too many shoes." "You're proof of that concept." "Anyways...as I was saying...AFTER looking at some shoes, we went to this clothing store next door on Newberry Street, and were trying on some clothes." "Yeah." "And she came out of the dressing room in this really cool sleeveless blouse" "OK, so what?" "Just listen. So this girl is really hot. And she has big boobs. Way bigger than mine. She's like a 38. And this blouse has very open sleeves. And she totally was wearing a bra not for this top because you could see way too much bra." "Isn't that the idea. All to draw the eye to the boobs?" "Well, perhaps so, but I wouldn't know because I don't have enough there to look at." "I like what you have Stace." "Thanks Jace. Just wish I were bigger. Anyhow, I told her to take her bra off to see how it would fit and look without all that bra showing. And it's just us girls there. No one else in the store except the sales lady and she was busy doing things on the other side of the store." "And then what?" "Well, she very nonchalantly opened her blouse a couple buttons, removed her bra and then buttoned it back up. I don't think I was breathing then because she has the most incredible skin and I was just dying to see her boobs." "God Stace...you sound just like a guy." "Well, you'll see when you meet her. And she could see that I was staring and then she just kept looking at me kind of funny for a moment. And then she said, 'how's this now?' Well, I thought she looked fabulous and I told her so." "You think she is catching on?" "I don't know. I reached my hand to touch the material and felt the skin of her arm and she move a couple inches I swear, so that the back of my hand grazed her boob." "Oh man...some side boob action. That's hot." "But I can't swear that she moved or I moved. I tried to brush it off, but I just got so turned on and felt my stomach twist up in knots and got this urge to grab her boobs through the top and kiss her. 'I can't wear it like this though...people would see through this thing and be staring at my tits all the time,' she says" "Well, you were, right? And I probably would be, right" "Yeah! That's for damn sure. 'Trish, you've got great tits...you should show them off a bit more,' I told her. I would if I had them. This blouse is just the thing for you.' I used this to touch the side of her boob a little more then dropped my hand and looked up at her, feeling a bit guilty." "So what did she say?" "She said thanks and she would think about getting the blouse. God I was so nervous and so turned on right then I couldn't think straight and part of me wanted to tell her right then that I was so attracted to her and part of me didn't want to scare her away." "Did she buy the blouse after all?" "Well, she went back to the dressing room and closed the curtain, but definitely not all the way closed. Maybe I'm making all this up but I swear she didn't close it all the way on purpose and she didn't turn her back to the curtain and so I could see her naked from the waist up while she changed back to the clothes she was wearing. God Jace...she is incredibly beautiful, in a non-classic way." "Sounds like you have the hots for this Trish, huh?" "I was so wet leaving that store I couldn't walk without feeling like she could hear or smell me." "Maybe she isn't as innocent as you think? Maybe she was doing all that on purpose to see if you were interested?" "Do you think so?" "It's possible. Sounds like you got some thinking do to about what you're going to tell your new friend." "God, this relationship crap is so complicated. It's just harder when you're gay. At least for you, women who you meet know—or at least assume—that you want to get in their pants." "Men are not all pigs you know." "You're just the exception my dear Jace...you're just the exception." For the next few days, Stacy was all a mess because she was not sure how to interpret that day with Trish. Was she interested? Would she be scared away if she found out Stacy was gay? Was she misreading the signals? By the time Wednesday rolled around for the dinner, the apartment had been cleaned and cleaned again, beds made, shopping done and everything was ship shape. Trish came right on time, at 6:00. Stacy seemed nervous, and I'm not sure if this was because Trish was to meet me and Stacy wanted my approval, or that this may be construed as a date. But when Trish walked in I could see why Stacy was all in a fuss. Trish was really quite stunning. Short and sexy; dark and exotic looking. A bright smile and sparkling eyes greeted me as we shook hands. "It's so nice to meet you Trish. Stacy has enjoyed having you as a friend throughout this new class." "And it's nice to meet you Jason. Stacy talks about you non-stop." "Well, come on in. We have a great dinner prepared and I hope you like spicy foods." "I sure do and thanks for inviting me. You almost can't make it too spicy for me." I ushered Trish down the hall to the kitchen and I looked at Stacy who looked to me for approval. I gave her a smile and a thumbs-up, and she returned my smile with a look of satisfaction. I short nonverbal conversation between long-time friends. The dinner of spicy stir fry was simple and great. We sat around and just talked and drank wine with dinner. Trish commented on how cool it was for Trish to have a guy for a roomie and how we got along so well. I wasn't sure if Stacy wanted me to spill the beans about her being gay or what. I figured she either wanted me to say something to take the burden from her, or to just let her do it her way. After a while, of course the conversation turned to relationships and how it was so hard to find a significant other or even a friend with benefits. When I mentioned that phrase, Trish didn't know what I was talking about. "What's a 'friend with benefits?" Trish asked, just a bit drunk. I looked at Stacy, sure she was joking. She shrugged her shoulders and just said, "it's a friend to have sex with and no serious commitment or hang-ups." "Oh...I get it...we called it something different in school. We called that a fb." "FB?" I asked. "Yeah...fuck buddy. Same thing." Well, that just got us laughing so hard we cried. I thought this girl was just a bit too innocent and putting on an air of not knowing, but she knew the score just fine. "Well, Jason here has himself a bit of a girlfriend, don't you?" Stacy said, when we all stopped laughing. "Do tell?" "Yeah Jason, do tell. We have to live vicariously once in a while. Who is this girlfriend? Or is she just your FB?" We laughed so hard again, it was 10 minutes before we could continue a conversation. "I just wish she was my FB. We don't get to see each other too often. Our work schedules and such..." I said, a bit glumly. "What? She hasn't given it up yet?" Trish asked. "How many times have you gone out then?" "We've been out a few times..." I said, knowing Stacy knew a bit more than she let on and because I told her a few more details. "I thought people hooked up the first date these days," Trish said, laughing still a bit and her face turned a bit red. "Well, perhaps a bit..." I offered. "What does that mean?" Stacy asked, knowing full well what was going on with Megan and me. I just think she wanted to see me squirm a bit and she wanted to hear how much detail I was going to spill in front of Trish. "We mess around a bit here and there. We like each other and all." "So what does that exactly mean, 'mess around'?" Stacy probed, looking all serious now because she hadn't heard all the details.. I gave her a look knowing that she knew. "We just haven't gone all the way yet." I said. "You mean you haven't fucked her yet?" Stacy asked again, looking at me and then again at Trish, wearing a look of false shock. Trish was clearly enjoying this conversation, but among new friends was a bit reluctant to jump in with this interrogation. Stacy was all too happy to push forward. "That's right Stace...haven't laid the pipe yet." That got us laughing our heads off again, tearing up with peals of laughter. "Laying pipe...that's another one I never heard before. I know what that means though." Trish said. "So just second base Jace? " "Well, perhaps a bit more than that...got there that night you walked in on us." "Oh yeah...sorry about that. I guess I interrupted your seduction. Bad timing." "Yeah. That was bad timing. I was just getting warmed up." "Looked pretty hot to me when I came in the living room. You guys looked all hot and bothered." "Stacy, you didn't!? You interrupted your good friend putting the moves and stopped him from laying his pipe?" Trish said, which just started us laughing crazy again. My jaws were hurting by the time we stopped laughing. Trish clearly liked her new phrase. "I apologized for weeks after that...I am sorry Jace...you know that, right?" "I know dear Stacy. It was hard to stop." "I'll bet it was! Hard that is." Stacy said. And again, we just had these episodes that any sexual innuendo or pun set us off. I don't remember laughing that hard or that often ever. "I did ok after you went to bed. Just kept it quiet." "You never told me that, you sneak," Stacy said, again looking at me and then at Trish. Trish was definitely enjoying this conversation. I wasn't sure how much she wanted or needed to hear about this, but we were on a roll. "We managed to help each other out." I said, rather confidently. "And what does that mean?" Trish asked, quietly. "You know, a bit of hands on action." "You mean she gave you a hand job?" Stacy asked, this time with genuine surprise. "It was mutually satisfying, let's say." I smiled. "You dog you. You didn't tell me that!" Stacy remarked. "Well, I don't tell you everything. A guy can have some secrets now." "Right you are Jason. You should never kiss and tell. At least not until now." Trish said, and somehow that got us laughing again. "So Stacy, when was the last time you gave someone a hand job? And then, Trish you have to answer the same question." I now asked my dear friend, seeing as how she put me on the spot before and hoping perhaps she would divulge her little secret. I looked at Trish, who was clearly interested in this line of conversation. "Well, that depends..." Stacy stammered. "Depends on what?" I asked, most innocently. "It depends on what you consider a hand job." "How so?" I asked, feeling a bit of a change in atmosphere. Stacy gulped, and took a drink of her wine. "I think of a hand job as what a girl—or guy for that matter—does to another guy." Stacy started, looking a bit nervously at Trish. "Perhaps true, though one could argue that. But go on." "And if that's the case, then the answer is never, because I'm not into guys." Stacy said softly, looking down and then slowly looking at Trish, her face filled with trepidation at what Trish's reaction might be. A brief moment of tension ensued, and I was holding my breath to hear the next comment. "I know Stacy...I know." Trish said sweetly, looking at Stacy. "I may be from the boondocks and a bit slow on the uptake. But after the other day in the store when I saw how you looked at me when I tried on that top, I knew then." Stacy let out this sigh of relief that was so incredibly satisfying for me to see my dear friend take this leap of faith and was not thrown in the ditch, that I felt a tear of joy well up in my eye. "I didn't know how to tell you Trish...I am so scared that you won't be my friend." "Stacy....you're so sweet and so beautiful and such a good friend to me. I thought you might be gay and we just have such a good time together. I suspected but wasn't sure until that day. And I'm not at all put off by this. You're still my friend too, right?" "So it was a bit on purpose that you didn't close the curtain?" "Maybe a bit..." Trish said, smiling slyly. "I just wanted to see if you were still looking." "How could I not look. You're so beautiful Trish...you're skin and your shape. I can't believe you knew and then teased me. That was a bit mean, you know." "I was just playing. I'm not being mean. I'm rather used to people looking at my boobs, just not used to the looks coming from women." "There are probably more women than you know checking you out," Stacy said, the fear now gone from her voice and her face filled with relief and anticipation. "And I know the guys are!" I said, trying to break the tension. Trish perked up her shoulders and thrust he chest out a bit, and both Stacy and I looked at her assets. "Sometimes the attention is fun, I'll have to admit. It's amazing what a little exposed skin in the boob area will do for a girl." And we laughed again, all relieved to have this issue on the table, though none more than my dear friend Stacy. "And here I am all this time thinking I need to avoid getting busted looking at a woman's tits," I said, looking to Trish and then to Stacy to support my case. "Not quite so fast buster. That's not the conclusion you should take from what I said," Trish countered. "Now I can tell you that since I've seen Trish's boobs, she should definitely make them work to her advantage. I think I would.," Stacy said, very matter of fact. "You weren't supposed to be looking Stacy...but I'm sort of glad you did." "I am too," Stacy said, looking Trish in the eye. There was some different and tangible connection happening right in front of me. "Want to see them again?" Trish offered. Stacy nodded. I did too. Trish started to unbutton her top a couple buttons until I could see the top of her bra come into view. Trish was looking at Stacy and I was just a passive observer. A very happy one mind you, but it was as if I was not in the room. "You guys are pitiful...you both thought I was going to strip in front of you?! Just the thought of some exposed boob and you both go speechless and weak in the knees. Just pitiful..." Trish said, smiling at us, playing us just a bit, though clearly not buttoning up her top. "Gotcha, didn't I? HA! Gotcha both," Trish said, again starting us laughing like crazy again. We finished up the dinner and went to the living room and all huddled up on the sofa to watch a movie. Stacy and I sat on either side and Trish was in the middle. I grabbed a big blanket to cover us all up and turned on the DVD player. I could see that Stacy was so happy having us on the sofa with her and one time our eyes met and her smile told me volumes. I knew how Stacy felt about Trish, but I sure didn't know how Trish felt about a woman having the hots for her. One time about half way through the movie, I paused and went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen to make us some popcorn. I swore that when we went to the sofa after dinner that Trish finished buttoning her blouse. When I returned with the popcorn and some drinks, I swore I saw Trish's blouse open again to below where it was before. Perhaps this Trish was indeed not nearly as innocent as she initially appeared to be or as Stacy thought her to be. And I swear I saw some under-blanket activity on the other side of the sofa while we were trying to watch the movie. When the movie was done, I'm not sure any of us had much to say about the film because I know at least two of us didn't watch too much. "I'm heading off to bed you guys. Y'all have a good night," I said, smiling and catching Stacy's happy eye. "Thanks for dinner Jason," Trish said, as I headed off to bed wondering about what the two were going to do. It's most guy's fantasies to have two women in their beds, and if not, then watching two women was the next best thing. And I can't say that I didn't entertain that thought for a few moments as I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed. I tried to listen for some noises, but I just heard some whispering and giggling and nothing more. So it was off to bed and hoping that Stacy would fill me in on some details later. I didn't see Stacy until the next night and both girls were gone when I got up. Stacy looked positively bright when she came home from work. "So how'd it go last night Stace? I've been dying to know. Did you guys get it on? Did you get to see the rest of her naked? C'mon...I tell you stuff," I quickly pestered. I was dying to know some details at last. "Well, you clearly didn't tell me everything about that time with Megan. I'm not sure I can tell you either." "Alright. I'll tell you about that night if you tell me about last night with Trish. I really like her. She's such a fun and funny girl. I don't think I've ever laughed that hard." "Me too. That was just a riot. I had such a good time last night Jace. Trish and I really talked last night and my fears of being rejected because of being gay were relieved after we talked until 2 in the morning." "What did you guys talk about?" "All sorts of stuff. We talked about why I am gay and why I like women. She told me that she had a couple really bad relationships with guys and doesn't hate men, but right now doesn't like them either." "That's all you guys did? You just talked?" "Yeah perv...we talked. Just talked. I felt so connected to her because she made me feel comfortable and made me feel like I can trust her. Sort of like you do but different because she is a girl." "You mean you think I don't understand you?" "That's not what I'm saying Jace. We go way back and you're my best friend in the world. But there's some connection that women make with women that's just special and intimate. And that's the connection I felt with Trish. And I think she felt it too because she opened up to me and told me details about her family, her childhood, about her boyfriends. I feel like I know why she is the way she is. And I feel like she knows why I am who I am." "That sounds real cool Stace. I'm very happy for you. But did you get to see more of her boobs?" I asked, trying to keep a straight face. "Well, we did a bit of show and tell. Remember, I saw her boobs that day in the store. So she wanted to see mine. So I showed her." "Wow Stace...that's so hot. So did you guys do more than that?" "She took her top off again, so I could see her tits up close. And they are spectacular. So big and so soft and so firm at the same time. We just sat there for about an hour just kissing a bit and touching each other's boobs. God it was so sexy. She said she had never touched another woman before! Isn't that crazy?" "God, I wish I had stayed around to watch that a bit more." "We wouldn't have done that if you were watching. Every guys dream, huh? To see two women. Isn't that what you said once?" "I think I said being with two women, but watching two women is right up there," I confessed. "After a while, we were so hot and bothered, but I could tell she was nervous and didn't want to do anything further. So we just held each other and napped for an hour or so, and then I walked with her home. It was so nice Jace to be with her like that. She is so special and so wonderful and now that she knows who I am, I feel like we can still be friends and see what happens." Over the next few weeks, Stacy and Trish were hanging out more and more together and the three of us had lots of good times, both at the apartment and around the city. Stacy was so happy and they got along together so well. Out and about, we were just three friends having fun. At the apartment, Stacy and Trish were getting a bit more affectionate and I could tell Trish was warming to her first woman-woman relationship, especially since Stacy had the hots for her and since Trish seemed to be down on men because of her recent negative boyfriends. One evening I came home around 10 pm and found the two of them deep in an embrace and definitely a bit disheveled. Buttons were undone and hair was a mess on both of them. Trish's blouse was very much undone and there was lots of that bare breast showing again. They laughed at their slightly compromising positions but didn't do much to move around and correct themselves. "Don't mind me ladies...you can keep doing what you were doing," I said, sitting in the chair opposite them. "Don't you wish big boy," Stacy said, still embracing Trish and stroking her hair. Stacy knew full well of my fantasy, but I knew she was just goading and teasing me. "Yeah, perhaps it is a wish after all," I said. And Stacy kept stroking Trish and then reached down to caress her hair and Trish was just enjoying the attention. I thought they were going to stop and take their business to the next room. But Stacy seemed to have another idea. She continued to stroke Trish's neck and ear, and I could see goose bumps on Trish's arm with the caresses. Then Stacy's hand reached for Trish's breast and just softly stroked the top that was exposed. Stacy looked up at me only to see my rapt attention to her actions. She unbuttoned one more button on Trish's blouse to expose more skin, this time with no bra. Apparently, Trish has taken to not wear a bra around our apartment. Things were definitely getting interesting. I kept waiting for them to stop and tried to breathe as softly as possible so as not to disturb the dream that was taking place in front of me. Stacy undid one more button so that I could now see all of Trish's abundant cleavage and the inner half of both her breasts. She slipped one hand inside the blouse and we all three watched as Stacy's hand caressed and held the weight of this beautiful breast. Trish's chest was heaving a little and I think she was enjoying the display. I just had to shift in the chair because of my growing erection. Trish looked slowly at me and out of the side of her mouth, a sly smile emerged that she knew what she was doing to me. I could see her thumb stroking the top of Trish's breast and I could see Trish take a deep breath and close her eyes to the ministrations of her new partner. Stacy's hand lifter away the half of the blouse covering that breast and I could now see fully one of the most beautiful breasts I have ever seen. Full and firm, topped with a hard nipple and covered on and off by the caress of the hand of my best friend. I tried to imprint this image in my brain as this unfolded. Stacy looked at me again, seeing Trish's eyes closed with pleasure and studied my arousal. I was transfixed by this sight and couldn't help reach to my groin to rearrange my uncomfortable erection. Stacy smiled again, continuing to massage and stroke Trish's now bare chest. Both nipples were now in full view and very hard with excitement. I was sitting close enough to hear her moan with pleasure and could see the bumps of aroused flesh of both her areoles and nipples. It seemed a full hour went by but it was probably 15 minutes, but it was the most erotic thing I've ever seen. After a while, Trish slowly opened her lust-filled eyes, and kissed Stacy softly and then they stood and went down the hall to Stacy's room and closed the door. I don't think I had taken a full breath in that last 15 minutes and also went to my room and spent about 5 minutes masturbating to a most powerful orgasm recalling the events of a few moments ago and thinking about what was now going on next door. The next morning, I heard someone leave early and I assumed it was Trish. Then I heard someone in the bath room, so at least I knew Trish had spent the night. I went to the kitchen to start the coffee machine and waited for Stacy to come out. Then to my surprise it was Trish who came into the kitchen, wearing a very short man's dress shirt, barely closed and she smiled a bit contritely, and perhaps a bit embarrassed at the scene from last night. "Morning Jason." "Good morning to you Trish. I thought Stacy was still here. Sorry for my state of dress." I realized I too was a bit underdressed in boxer shorts only, as I was accustomed to wear around the house with Stacy. "That's ok...no worries." "I hope you guys had fun last night." "It was a bit weird. I hope you're not offended, but I got a bit carried away with what Stacy was doing. I'm sorry if you were in a strange position." "On the contrary Trish. I rather enjoyed the little display. I hardly realized you were a closet exhibitionist." "I didn't realize it either. Stacy had me pretty worked up and it was sort of a time out of mind experience for me." She stood there watching the coffee pot do its thing and rubbed her eyes and ran her hands through her hair. What I don't think she realized was that when she raised her arms, her shirt came up quite high and exposed her very upper thighs and just the very lower part of her pussy was visible. I got to see her tits last night and now her pussy. What a treat for me. She grabbed a coffee cup from the cupboard, now showing her shapely ass, filled it with coffee and then went back to the bedroom. I pondered this new situation for a few moments, and then made my way to the bathroom and got ready for work. Stacy sure had her wish finding this innocent lady in her life. But perhaps she wasn't as innocent as she made herself out to be. Or perhaps indeed she was just inexperienced and was enjoying this new ride into Sapphic relations. After work that night, Stacy and I had a chance to talk and she told me how absolutely incredible it was to finally open herself up to someone and be accepted. And furthermore, how exciting it was with a new relationship and with a woman who was a lesbian virgin, as it were. Apparently, Trish had some of these thoughts in college, but never acted on them. And her bad male relationships helped tip her towards experimenting with dear Stacy. And according to Stacy, she was quite the rapt learner and responsive sex partner. She did like showing off a bit and was just so turned on by Stacy exposing her to me, that she went along with it. And by the time they got in Stacy's room and private, she was insatiable. Stacy said Trish came so many times that they lost count. And then though inexperienced in giving pleasure to a woman, was quite the study and made Stacy come several time with proper guidance combined with enthusiasm and willingness to give as well as to receive. "Face it Jace...that turned you on just a bit, didn't it?" "Sure did Stace. You really knew what you were doing. I've told you before of that fantasy of mine." "I remember. I wasn't sure how far she would go though. Apparently she is a bit of a closet exhibitionist." "And I saw some more when she surprised my coming out for coffee this morning. I thought it was you and she came to the kitchen scantily dressed and showed off some more, though perhaps she was just too tired and barely awake." "But you enjoyed what ever you were seeing, I'm sure. I could tell you liked what you saw last night." "She is really beautiful Stace...and she has great tits." "You got that right...I found out just how so in great detail last night." "I'm sure you did. You gonna tell me all the sordid details?" "Well...perhaps I'll tell you more details sometime soon. You didn't give me all the details about that night with Megan after all." "Indeed so. We'll trade details. But now let's get dinner." We spent the next hour getting dinner ready and just talking about regular stuff. But Stacy sure did have a happy hop in her step with her new found friend and I could tell she was simply walking on cloud nine after last night. Stacy did tell me that Trish had had bad lovers and never really had someone make lover to her and attend to her needs. She just had boyfriends that did some groping and then wanted to fuck. So her last boyfriend of only a short time never made her come. And then she said that Trish told her that after their night, she had never come like that before. And she never knew that she could come over and over again. "I'll bet she was grateful to you for showing her that?" "I think she was grateful for having her eyes opened to her sexuality. And she did indeed show my just how grateful she was by repaying the favor." "Sure sounded to me like you had a good time. I heard moaning for hours." "Sorry to keep you awake. We'll try to be more quiet." "That's ok Stace...I enjoyed the evening too, just not as much as you guys." "Glad we could give you a hand. Sorry it had to finish with your hand." Stacy quipped, knowing full well that I masturbated after their show last night. "Gotta do what you gotta do." Stacy and Trish became quite an item over the next few weeks, and she was hanging around the apartment more and more, which was quite enjoyable for me to have these lovely ladies around all the time, and to see Stacy enjoying herself. I knew Trish wasn't totally gay, but she seemed more confident in herself. They were going to the gym all the time together and Trish was emerging from her sheltered shell. Stacy had told me that she knew Trish wasn't going to be a full time lesbian, as she called it. But she was learning more and more about herself and her sexuality, at the hands of her most willing and grateful lover. They were always hanging around in various states of undress. Trish would often walk around with just a t shirt and panties on. Sometimes she would go back and forth from kitchen to bathroom to bedroom in just the small robe that she began to wear all the time. It was a very short pink silk robe with a sash, and even though she was fairly short, it came just to the very top of her thighs. I could tell she wasn't wearing any underwear because often she would sit on the sofa and have her legs out on the ottoman, or curl her legs under her and I could see lots of flesh. I knew she knew I was watching, but she always made her showing so casual. Nonetheless, she was very sexy and I was happy to watch her emerging confidence, especially with her body. One morning I was in the shower and taking my time as it was a Saturday, and doing some of my own trimming the pubic area, which always got me a bit aroused. I didn't hear anything in the room, so when I opened the shower curtain, I was most surprised to see Trish sitting buck naked on the toilet. It didn't even register to me to cover anything up because I just didn't expect anyone there. "Sorry Jason...I just couldn't wait to pee. I didn't mean to spy or anything," she said, looking me up and down, though more down than up. "And I didn't want to flush the toilet while you were in the shower." "That's ok. I just didn't expect anyone in the room." "Looking good there Jason. Taking care of a little personal hygiene I see," she said with a very sly smile, standing and handing me a towel. I have to say that I was not moving too quickly to cover up because I was enjoying the view too. She was simply gorgeous and her naked form fully exposed to me did little to change my state of arousal. "Men do some trimming too you know. You're looking pretty hot there yourself," I said, looking at her entire naked body, full breasts with very hard nipples, firm stomach and just a little tuft of hair atop her pussy. She ever so slowly handed me the towel, reached down to squeeze my ass, and brushed her body against my erection and her breasts against my arm, turned and walked out of the bathroom. Stacy continued to relay to me small items of Trish's past that brought them together and explained a bit why she was overtly shy but inside liked showing off a bit. She also said that Trish had had bad lovers and few orgasms. But she also came to the realization that she and Trish were just temporary because she was really wanting a traditional relationship with a guy and really loved the time with Stacy, but saw that Trish wanted a man at some point. A few weeks later, one movie evening brought us 3 together on the sofa, and we now were so comfortable with each other that we all cuddled up under one blanket. The movie was some sort of chick flick, but had a bit more sex and nudity than usual. I could tell the two ladies were doing a bit of petting under the covers, but I couldn't see any details. I was rather hoping for a repeat performance of the night a few weeks earlier. When I did my intermission thing to refill drinks, I returned to the living room and saw the two girls making out on the sofa. I'm not sure they heard me return because I stood silently in the doorway and was very much transfixed by the sight of their kissing. I had seen them kiss before but it wasn't as overtly sexual as this time seemed. They were so loving and were just kissing with passion and pleasure. After a few moments, the cover began to fall as their hands moved towards each others' bodies and I could see Stacy reaching under Trish's t shirt and massage and fondle her breasts. And at the same time, Trish's hands were busy with Stacy's breasts. I didn't hardly move or breathe, lest I interfere with their make out session. I was hard in a matter of moments and having a hard time holding the drinks and staying still and not rearranging my growing erection in my shorts. As Trish started to kiss Stacy's neck, I saw her turn her head a bit towards where I was standing and open her eyes slowly. She didn't register any surprise at my presence and just continued to pull up Trish's shirt and let Trish do the same with hers. Now both ladies were partially naked from the waist up and though I've seen Stacy --and Trish for that matter—naked before, this was so incredibly sexual. Stacy pulled gently on the back of Trish's head and eased her down to her breasts and I saw Stacy's eyes close and moan softly as Trish started sucking on her nipples. Stacy continued to massage Trish's breasts and back and I could see one of Trish's hands leave the other breast that she was fondling and move under the covers. Stacy moaned again and looked up at me, eyes lidded with lust and she smiled knowing that I was loving the show. She traded places with Trish and worked her way down Trish's neck and was kissing her exposed breasts, sucking hungrily on one nipple and then the other, leaving each one exposed, hard and glistening with saliva. Stacy spent minutes after agonizingly arousing minutes sucking and pulling on Trish's heaving breasts and Trish was moaning with pleasure. Stacy pulled the cover off Trish's body so that she could get to her pussy, and likely so that I could see better too. Stacy continued to lick and suck and bite those beautiful breasts while working her hand between Trish's legs and opening her thighs apart. I saw her fingers graze Trish's inner thighs and I could see her glistening wetness emerge as Stacy's hand moved her panties aside to stroke her pussy. Trish's head was back on the sofa, eyes closed with lust and her hands were stroking and encouraging Stacy's head onto her breasts. Stacy's fingers stoked the wet outer lips of Trish's pussy and then one finger slowly penetrated Trish's waiting hole and Trish let out a sensual moan at the invasion. I could see Stacy's finger emerge glistening to rub around Trish's clit, which elicited another moan. Stacy sat up a bit from her oral ministrations on Trish's breasts and whisper something into Trish's ear. "Why don't you sit here with us Jace," Stacy said. "I think you would be more comfortable than standing there." I put the drinks down on the side table and did as asked. I wasn't sure what was going to happen or what the ladies had in mind, but it couldn't be bad. I knew I wasn't going to have sex with Stacy; that was just out of the question. But the voyeur in me was very turned on and I could smell the sex in the air. "Don't you think Trish is so sexy, so hot?" Stacy asked me, continuing to stroke Trish's pussy with one hand and her nipple with the other. "Incredible," I said. "Can you imagine her other lovers not paying proper attention to this lovely body?" "They were fools," I said. I had to touch my cock if nothing else to give more space to my aching erection. Stacy was pulling and twirling Trish's hard nipple in her thumb and index finger and softly caressing her clit. I was looking at all this with wonder and incredible arousal. Stacy was looking down at Trish and then up at me. Our eyes met and we shared a look that gave me permission. I reached out with one hand and caressed Trish's breast and heard her moan even deeper and louder than before. I felt its weight in my hand and the warm, soft flesh. God I love breasts. And these were the most spectacular ones I've ever held. Her nipple was hard in the palm of my hand and I matched motions of Stacy's hand, pulling and twisting her nipple softly. "Doesn't that feel good Trish...all these hands on your lovely body?" "Ummmm," was all that she said. "I don't think I've ever felt you this wet Trish." Stacy said, sliding now two fingers into Trish's moist pussy, palm upwards towards the top of her pussy. Trish just groaned as Stacy's knowing fingers clearly found a most erogenous zone. "Does this turn you on with Jason looking and touching you?" "Uh huh..." was all that she could say. "You're not going to come yet, are you?" Stacy said, clearly knowing the answer. "No...please..." "Please what Trish...do you want to come or not?" Stacy was manipulating her lover's arousal with her words and her actions, though clearly not about to give her the release she so needed. "Yes..." I'm not sure what the question was now. I was so turned on that I was the one about to come, just from seeing this sexual creature expertly aroused right in front of me, feeling her warm body and smelling her arousal peaking under our hands. "Do you want to feel Jason's cock? I know he's very aroused now. Do you want to touch it?" Stacy asked. I wasn't sure if this was part of the aural arousal or if this was a real question. Trish just nodded her head. "Go ahead Trish...it's right there. Jason won't mind." Pretty bold statement giving permission to touch me, but who was I to argue. Trish's hand reached for my thigh and quickly found my bulging erection. Now it was my turn to moan. "See how hard he is? See how excited he is?" "Oh yes...he's very hard," Trish whispered. Her fingers wrapped around my cock and stroked me through my shorts. Stacy kept moving her fingers alternatively in and out of Trish's dripping pussy, clearly finding her G spot when inside and then her clit when her fingers emerged. "Take it out for her Jace...Trish really wants to see your cock." Stacy looked at me, and I looked back at her quizzically. She simply nodded her head. I reluctantly removed my hand from Trish's right breast and opened my pants and lifted my hips a bit to remove my shorts and underwear. As I sat back down, Trish opened her eyes for the first time and looked at my cock. "Nice...so nice..." Trish said as her hand found my aching cock and starting stroking it up and down. "See Jace...Trish here is not quite ready for giving that up," Stacy said, indicating my cock. "She's just had some bad times and I want to show her that all men aren't evil. I don't want to send her to the wolves, but thought that you might be able to help her urge here." "I'm sure not complaining," I said as I returned my hand to Trish's nipple and continued to watch the arousal my matching Stacy's actions. "I didn't think you would," Stacy said as she continued to drive Trish crazy with her fingers, which obviously knew the way. "I'd be careful Trish...I'm not sure, but it looks like that thing is about to explode," Stacy said, watching Trish stroke my aching cock. "Now how would you know that, my dear Stacy?" I asked, smiling at her knowing full well that she hadn't had that experience. "I guess you're right...I'm just guessing that you're pretty turned on." "Well that's for sure, but I'm not ready just yet. Close but not yet." "That's a good thing because I was hoping not." Trish was doing a pretty good job with my cock but I wanted to last longer that this. Trish on the other hand was getting pretty close with all the attention paid to her arousal. "I think she needs that inside her," Stacy said. "Would you like that Trish? Would you like that hot cock inside you now?" "Oh yes...please Stacy," she begged. But begged Stacy? I guess she was in control and had this planned out. And I was just the tool for her plan. Stacy pulled Trish's shirt completely off and then pulled Trish's panties down and pulled her down so she was sitting half off the sofa. "Kneel here Jace..." she pointed to the floor between Trish's legs. "I'm dying to see this." I knelt between Trish's legs and looked down at her sexy body, full breasts heaving and very wet pussy waiting. Stacy was calling the shots though. Stacy pulled Trish's pussy open and I held my cock at the opening to her wetness. I had no trouble entering her soaking pussy and held it there for a moment, savoring the feeling and watching and feeling Trish's pussy clench the tip of my cock as I entered her. "Slow Jace...go slow. She needs a slow lover now, ok?" Stacy watched as I slowly entered her pussy, as Stacy held her lips open and rubbed her clit. I just nodded my head and let my cock enter her inch by inch. "That feel good Trish? Like that hard cock don't you?" Stacy continued to stimulate Trish with her words. It was working for me too. "Oh yeah Stacy...feels so good. He's got a nice cock," Trish said. "That looks so hot Trish. There now...he's all the way in. How's that?" Trish gasped at the fullness and her hand held onto my thigh so I was buried deep in her pussy. One of Stacy's hands massaged Trish's nipple while the other continued its knowing stroke of her clit. I began to move slowly in and out watching Trish and watching Stacy pleasure this sexy woman. I reached down to touch her other breast and did the same thing Stacy was doing. "Are you going to come now Trish? You can come...I can feel it...it's close...come my sweet..." I kept up my slow stroking, going all the way out and then all the way in. Trish was getting close; I could tell. She had almost come before, so I knew she must be close. "Don't come inside her Jace, ok? Tell me when it's time. She needs to come first." I just nodded, but didn't stop fucking this gorgeous woman. Then I saw the few seconds before Trish's orgasm with her stomach clenching and her hand grabbing my ass and she screamed out as she came, her pussy clenching and spasming around my thrusting cock. What an incredible sight was the female orgasm in its pure erotic form such as this. Trish just came and came and came and I thought she had stopped breathing for a few moments. Stacy and I just held her and caressed her and eased her back to earth as she came down for a very intense orgasm. "That was a good one, huh Trish my dear? You had a good come didn't you?" I don't think she was capable of speaking yet but she did nod her head. "I guess some people need a real cock now and then..." Stacy mused, saying this almost to herself. "Thank you Jace...Trish needed that I think." "My pleasure to help..." "I'm sure it is. And since you've been so good, I'm sure you need to come too, right?" I was still moving in and out of Trish's gushing pussy all the while, and I felt Stacy's hand around Trish's pussy not touching me but feeling my cock inside her. Now it was my turn to nod my head. "You can now...just not inside her...right Trish...we're going to let him come now aren't we?" Trish was still recovering but began to return to us and looked up at me as I started fucking a bit more in earnest. I looked into Trish's eyes, still filled with lust and satisfaction. She was pulling my ass into her as I moved in and out. Stacy looked down at our union and they knew I was close too. I kept looking at Trish and she at me as we fucked. Stacy's hand stroked my chest and my nipple and that was all it took. I pulled out and Trish's hand went immediately to my cock and continued to stroke me as my cock lay on top of her pussy, soaking wet from her juices and in seconds I yelled out and came so hard that I shot time and again volleys of come onto Trish's body, up to her face and cheek, then to her neck and then the third and fourth spurts onto her tits coating them with cum. Then finally my cum rolled onto her stomach and coating her fingers. Then I gazed at Trish's body, supine on the sofa, completely coated with my cum and her fingers holding my pulsing cock. What a sight I was trying to embed in my memory, and with Stacy sitting there helping to make this happen and seeing the pleasure on their faces was a sight to remember. "Wow...that was pretty sexy to see," Stacy said. "Do guys always come like that? So much?" "I was pretty turned on...that was so amazing...I don't think I've ever come that hard in my entire life," I said. "Me too...that was pretty crazy Stacy," Trish said, still holding my cock and wiping her hands across her tits and stomach, rubbing the cum into her skin. "Now what about you?" She looked up at Stacy who orchestrated this most exciting and erotic encounter. "I came a bit watching you guys. We'll find something for me in a bit, won't we Trish?" She smiled at her lover. "But we have to clean you up a bit first." She stood and went to the bathroom to get a towel. While she was gone, I bent down to kiss Trish softly. "You are wonderful Jason. Thank you for making me feel so sexy and not threatened." "And I thank you for letting me be a part of this incredible thing. I'll remember this always." "And so will I." We heard Stacy returning and before Stacy got to us, Trish took her hand that was soaked with my come to her lips and looked into my eyes as she licked her fingers clean. She smiled at me and I thought that this has to be the most incredible sight I will ever see. Stacy gently wiped Trish's body clean with a warm, moist towel then gave it to me as she took Trish's hand and they walked back to their room to finish a most wonderful evening.

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The beast from without, having sensed that its end was fast-approaching… did not know what to do. Never before had it encountered anyone like Starry, not even all the other times it had found a Starry before; it had never won, but it had convinced itself it was only a matter of time: ultimately, those had all been “close calls” (at least, in its head), and it was due for a win at some point. So for it to poke its tendrils into this reality and not only find one of the biggest Starries in existence, but one that fought back against it almost immediately after contact, sent it reeling back into its pocket dimension, hoping maybe it could find some solace and protection. It was only then that it came to realise just how off-mark it was, for the moment it tried to pull back its tendrils was the moment the taurvix followed it. Starry herself wasn’t doing it, of course; she was a tad too preoccupied losing her composure and whatever was left of her sanity in what had to be the biggest multiple nipplefuck of her life, an expression she never thought she’d ever employ. Her body was doing what it did best: grow, surge, bloat, multiply, and it just so happened to have a perfect target to aim for in the form of… whatever that entity was. The poor lynx was already buried underneath a single breast; Starry didn’t know whether they were the creature or just its puppet or shadow, but whatever they were, they’d better enjoy the warm embrace of an ever-expanding bosom, because they weren’t getting out any time soon. And the creature itself was about to learn what it was like to try and bite off significantly more than it could chew. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, it had two options: either retreat fully, and let that Starry follow it back into its home plane, or try to push forward and hope for the best. The former was a definite loss, while the latter… was probably also one, but still had a remote, non-zero chance of actually working. It was unlikely to the point of being nearly impossible, but there was always that one, fleeting spark of a dream of a hope that maybe, if it just did well enough, it could push in and turn the tables on the taur. They were so preoccupied by their own growth and burgeoning expansion that, surely, if enough force was applied, then at the very least the entity would gain some time to quickly retreat, shut down the dimensional portals, and let that universe deal with its own problems while it found another one to hunt in. One good shot at it, and not a single one more. The creature gathered what strength it had left, produced as many tendrils as it could, and waited for the right moment to strike; Starry’s body seemed to bloat and (slightly) vent in cycles coinciding with her heartbeat, and if it just managed to catch her on one of her rare lows, then it could make its way in and force its tentacles into her. Then, maybe, it could proceed with the next stage of its plan. Starry was, of course, not having any of it, or at least her body wasn’t about to take it lying down. While her conscious self was adrift in a sea of serotonin and too busy processing the backlog of sensory information coming from her enormous form, her muscles and lizard brain knew exactly what to do; thus, when they felt the grip of the tendrils around their nipples tighten, and a series of additional appendages poke at the buds as if wanting to make their way in… they waited. They waited, and baited the creature into taking a step it wouldn’t be able to take back, appearing as if they were too busy indulging in growth to defend themselves against a “surprise” attack. And when they felt power welling up on the other side of the many rifts, they decided against telling their owner what they were about to do; Starry was quite busy losing her goddamn mind at the pleasure of it all, so it fell to her subconscious processes to handle the threat. It was all over in an instant. The creature saw fit to forgo the usual foreplay and simply pump a multitude of eggs down its tendrils and into Starry, figuring there ought to be enough room in those tits of hers to house a couple of seed deposits; these initial ones weren’t designed to hatch, but rather to dissolve and stimulate the growth of more eggs in a cascading, exponential process. In most cases, this would turn the hapless victim into a manufactory for the entity’s offspring… but Starry was definitely not most cases. The moment the first eggs breached the taurvix’s nipples, her many racks bloated. It was a sound not unlike that of an angry, roiling ocean crashing against a cliff far greater than any in existence, the raw power of a storm smashing against land with enough strength to break rock into dust. The inn, for what it was worth, did keep up… though mostly by eliminating all the “rooms” within it and turning into one single, vast containment cell for what was now a vixen of such size that it put everything she’d been before to shame. She had ten rows up top and twenty down below, each udder about as wide as a couple of cargo containers stacked in a line together. She had them, until the first batch of eggs utterly obliterated whatever size projection she might’ve once had, and brought her up to where her entire body, as it had been just moments before, struggled to take up the whole size of just one of her breasts. Just one of her breasts, now arranged in triplets rather than the regular couplets. Just one of her breasts, still growing, until her “old” form was left tinier and tinier still. Just one of her nipples, the milktank capping it so immense that even the taurvix’s engorged form prior to the egg insertion looked like little more than a speck of dust next to her; even her body, her actual body, was so enormous that it could easily step on herself and not even notice, extra rows of arms sprouting underneath her original pair in a desperate attempt at venting some of the internal transformative pressure. But alas, her busts had been seeded, and now they could never turn back around. All it took was that one batch of eggs, not even meant to hatch properly, for her whole body to be sent into overdrive… and for her milk production to break any conceivably constructable unit used to measure it. The entity beyond, unaware of this, incapable of understanding why there was so much brown fur spilling out from the rifts on its side of the veil, had a second or two to grasp the enormity of its failure before its tendrils were backfilled with but a fraction of Starry’s full dairy production. Nothing more than an insignificant smidgeon, but more than enough to end it. From that point forward, it would still exist. It was still there, in the sense that it had a consciousness and was aware that it occupied a point in spacetime from which it could, technically, do things. But as soon as the flood of milk rushed into it, as soon as its tendrils were used as reverse hoses to fill the container they were protruding from, the entity no longer had a chance; all it could do was take it, and hope that, at some point in the future, it would recover its ability to think again, that it would be able to produce coherent thoughts rather than just want for more. For now, it was naught but an extension of Starry, of the same person it had tried to “collect”, as it became little more than a repository for the vixtaur’s sweet cream. A vixtaur who, by then, had already begun to metamorphosize into a form best suited for what was to come. It was no longer milk: she had eggs to take care of now, and that meant she had to make room for them! And with said room being at a premium on most of her, this required further alterations to her base body plan; thankfully, Starry was flexible enough that her tauric carriage could, put simply, sprout another one: four legs down below turned to six, as a second section of her taurso began expanding from where her hind quarters had been just a moment before… and with them, further rows of milk makers. Though, by then, they were hardly just dairy factories. As her second tauric half grew in, so too did additional buds sprout, rapidly expanding to meet the size of their brethren further up… but these were filled with more than just milk. Just as the breasts blessed with a direct deposit of eggs had adapted to producing more of them, so too did these extra racks come in equipped to start producing as well, going from little more than small dots underneath Starry to mammoth mounds capable of destroying skyscrapers if they were ever allowed near them. Up above, six pairs of arms did whatever they could to grope and squeeze whatever bit of flesh they could, but it was pathetically insufficient; she was no longer in control anymore. Nothing was, really. Not even her automatic responses could decide where things went anymore; Starry’s muscle control had one last victory, and this one was turning the tables on the entity trying to stuff her with eggs. Now that this was accomplished, it was entirely up to fate, and just how long the inn around her could withstand her exponential growth; there was no doubt in her mind, or at least what part of it was left, that her form was growing at a distinctly non-linear rate: more eggs meant more milk, the milk fed the eggs, which then multiplied faster and led to improved dairy rates, again and again until the very fabric of reality around her began to quiver and shake as a result of her actions. Hard to tell how many breasts were on her after a while. Starry was vaguely aware that each of her rows packed three, but when most of her surroundings were varying shades of brown, being able to pick apart one breast from another became more than a little difficult. The other hers though, they could definitely tell, and for the first time in aeons, were so giddy that their giggling could be heard throughout their multiversal expanse. It had been a while since they last saw a Starry with that much potential for growth; the last time that happened, the vixen collective had to do a hard reset just to make sure the entirety of existence didn’t collapse into a milky singularity. And yet, at no point did the many Starries learn any lesson from this; as far as they cared, it was just another chance for them to elevate another of their sisters into goddesshood, and in a way that breached so many dimensional layers that it’d likely have an effect on every other universe as well… potentially triggering a mythical Starry cascade. Endless awakenings, kickstarted by just one absurdly powerful one, an infinity of vixens of all shapes and sizes (though mostly big), and yet more fodder for the collective of goddesses doing their best to bring the joy of themselves to every corner of meta-reality. There, lying atop enough breasts that they could scarcely be counted, was their ticket, their way in; they just had to make sure that it was properly tended to, that she was properly tended to. And this meant making Starry hornier. Not exactly difficult, given the circumstances. Their pet plaything was already overtaken by the deluge of milk coming from within just a handful of the taurvix’s breasts; most of it had been overflowing and backblasting from the overtaxed tentacles that tried to fill them, leading to the inn, or whatever was left of the pocket dimension it was built into, to collapse outwardly. It had done its duty. Its one job was to keep Starry contained for just long enough that she could be turned into a broodmother, at which point she’d be transported to a secondary pocket dimension where the entity, now little more than an extension of the vixen’s milky production, would take her as its living egg factory. It was never meant as a long-term storage option, and the fact it lasted for that long was quite literally an impossibility made manifest. But there were limits to how much that Starry could stretch the line. She could only go so far before even the multiversal power of the Starry collective was no longer capable of sustaining the processes enabling the unfettered horny, at which point everything collapsed as reality flooded back in, one last attempt at reasserting itself in the face of oblivion. For some of the ascended vixens, it had been something quite simple, such as a compression bra failing or a wall finally breaking down. For others, the effects had been more severe: contained growth “spilling” out as their suppressants failed and the like. For this iteration of the vixen, however, what followed her release from the inn was the complete annihilation of everything in a several mile radius. It was impossible to avoid it. She’d already been at an insurmountably massive size before she went into the building, and the way she turned out just before the inn blew up, her form prior to crossing the threshold barely counted as a blip on a single one of her nipples. To call her gigantic would be a disservice to the word; gargantuan might be more like it, or perhaps awesome in the literal sense of the word, it being practically impossible not to look at Starry and feel some manner of life-changing paradigm shift. Starry herself though, she… didn’t quite see it that way. From her perspective, all she had was a wall of brown in every direction around her, multiple arms pressed against it with enough force that she couldn’t move them, and enough sensory overload to make her stop thinking and appreciate the fact that her brain knew how to turn itself off. Judging how many breasts she had on herself had become a task so utterly beyond the realm of possibility that, for all the vixen knew, they were literally uncountable; not a clue how many per rack she had on herself either, so that was another multiplier she had to consider and then immediately discard for the sake of her sanity. All the taurvix knew was that she had a lot of them, and they were so productive that even her existing nips weren’t enough to handle the overflow. Even when her body mutated again, multiplying not just her udders further but the number of buds on each one, this still wasn’t enough to vent all the accumulated pressure; if anything, having four faucets through which to inundated everything around her, per breast, perpetually on full blast, seemed to encourage her tits to produce further! Not that she was surprised at that point; she could sneeze and her body would consider that an excuse to make more milk. Hell, she could do literally nothing and her deranged endocrine system would turn that on its head and claim it was a good reason why she should be growing, filling, bloating, until nothing around her was left. She was well on the way to accomplishing that as well: Starry was reasonably certain, or at least would be had she still a mind to think properly, that there was supposed to be a city somewhere close by; the tourist trail into the woods wasn’t that long to begin with, and she didn’t exactly walk that far into it on account of her less-than-mobile status. With her size being what it was, she should have encroached upon the city even before her major growth spurt, so the way she was now… Maybe she should’ve been more concerned about the fact that she obliterated an entire city. Maybe Starry should’ve thought more than once about being so enormous that a single one of her many, many tits could probably cover the entire downtown area. Maybe, if she were to be honest with herself, she should’ve considered it for more than a second how her milk production was likely to replace the planet’s oceans within a few minutes. She should’ve, but she didn’t, and precisely because those things were true; there was no mind there for her to think, no thoughts left besides those of self-indulgence and the experience of purest pleasure. Apotheosis was inevitable at that point. The Starry collective wasn’t even trying anymore; their one move was to enable the ascent such that their newest sister could achieve it, but now? Now even they were impressed with how quickly this newest addition had empowered herself, so much so that a few were legitimately worried with how things were going; vixen ascension episodes usually followed a set pattern that this Starry in particular was completely ignoring, sparking concerns that she might be heralding some new form of growth that they were all unaware of. That, and a non-insignificant amount of jealousy from all the Starries that weren’t hyper-developed boobtaurs with a near-infinite amount of milky udders. Well, natural ones; they could turn themselves into that form if they so desired, but there was something beautiful about having it be their natural body shape, something enticing. The notion of inherent superiority, perhaps? Of having a form so excessive that it stood as a testament to their power, in comparison to those that ascended to goddesshood with a perfectly reasonably proportioned, if exceedingly oversized physical frame? Or, perhaps, a latent desire on the part of all Starries to be just like the one they were seeing: unbelievably big, uncontrollably so, their latent power bursting at the seams, forcing them to outgrow themselves again and again, until they stopped making sense and became a creature of pure carnal desire, one guided exclusively by their need to get off. A boobtaur, a cow, a giantess, a titaness, a goddess, rolled into one immensely milky package and then doubled on itself a few times over for good measure. It was just a matter of time now. With the world quaking underneath the vixtaur, and the milk pouring from her teats reaching into orbit with very little difficulty, it was simply a case of waiting for that iteration of Starry to cross the energy boundary and join the rest of her sisters beyond the edge of her reality, to continue the cycle. It’d still take a bit; she seemed to be enjoying herself a bit too much, and that usually meant the ascension would be delayed until she was done getting off a few dozen times. But there was more to it. None of the Starries knew it, but that one was special. Not in the sense that the taurvix was in any way different, but just… more. She was bigger, more productive, more powerful, just more, and power like that couldn’t simply be contained in one package, no matter how massive it might be; she could grow to encompass the entirety of reality, and this wouldn’t be enough, for ultimately, it would just be herself and no one else. The first of the Starries to grow additional breasts without realising it did so like it was the most natural thing for them; most didn’t even notice them until their body plans began elongating and adopting a tauric shape, at which point it was too late to do anything about it. The first comments on things getting “cramped” came soon after, and from there, the inevitable cascade proceeded apace. Even the bigger ones among them came to understand something was definitely off when they felt themselves being pushed around, at which point their bodies spontaneously sprouted more udders where there used to be none, and their sizes skyrocketed even further. As one, the collective knew what had just happened. As one, they came to the same conclusion, at the same time, in the same way. And as one, their minds blanked when their newest sister effortlessly bridged the gap between the mortal world and the collective’s own, simultaneously occupying more space than all existing Starries put together. As one, they achieved a second apotheosis, breaking whatever barriers might still exist in front of them as they ascended further beyond what should be possible, and as one, they all achieved the same revelation, an epiphany really: There was still work to be done.

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Title: A Girl named Lassy Ch. 1 by Arghos Tags: Club, Collie, Human, M/F, Progressive, Romance god this story has been sitting on the back of my mind forever. Bear with me as this is meant to be a progressive story. There is very little sex in this chapter but I promise those that prefer a sex story that it will be soon. This is more like an introduction with a few hints of adult material, but rest assured the fiery throes of passion are cumming! (Pun intended) This is also my first story for this site (nervous) so enjoy it! \~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~+\~ Alex Sat on the edge of his bed with a raging headache and a deep sense of despair. His girlfriend of nine years, Miranda, had called him a week previous to tell him their relationship was over. She had been seeing Alex's friend Tiell, whom she had been fucking behind his back for years. She thought he didnt know, but Alex had known since the first time, but chose to ignore it. The night she called was the night he was going to propose to her. He ha planned an extravegent dinner with all the perks of old world romance, long lost on the generations that followed his own. Alex ran his hand through his mouse brown hair and sighed as he clapped his hands and squinted as rays of light burst between the clattering shades and illuminated his apartment. He lookd around and rubbed his eyes, noticing his own reflection in the standing mirror across the room. He hadnt shaved in days as the jawline beard and mustache pointed out. dark bags had formed under his eyes from the restless nights and the alcohal, giving him a raccons stare. His hair, normally well kempt and tied back in a tail, ws disheveled and messy. He laid back on the bed and breathed in the faint aroma of Mirandas perfume, which was imbedded on her side. He rubbed his eyesand bolted up as his phone rung its familiar shriek. He let the call go to messaging, and remained quiet so he could hear the message. "He Alex, its Marcus. Just calling to tell you to stop moping and meet me at Alans in an hour, I got some pretty important news bro, so dont be late!" Marcus... Childhood friend and the only thing Alex had left of a family. They even went to college together, where alex played the wingman. Marcus was a tall, sculpted african american with short curly black hair, and green eyes that made one trust him, making him deadly to young women. Alex groaned as he sat up and felt the bones in his body correct themselves and pop into place. Three days straight in bed had taken its toll on him. He quickly showered and pulled his hair into a know as he bolted out the door, pulling his black turtleneck over his head as he fumbled to lock the door. New York was alive with the thousands of people that briskly walked past him as he made his way uptown. Businessmen, school students, and panhandlers littered the streets, ranging from human couriers, to assorted beastials like a bulky lion that sported a rastafarra hat, and a slim but very tall giraffe that hardly looked down as she talked loudly on her bluetooth. Alex reached a tall red square resturaunt that proclaimed in glowing yellow neon signs, "Alans Bar, Grill, and Diner." He walked through the revolving doors and stopped to look around for Marcus. He spotted him in a booth at the corner of the restuaraunt, waving his hand to get Alex's attention. Alex slid into his seat as he mumbled a greeting to his friend while waving a waitress down for a coffee. "Still bummed about Miranda huh?" Marcus said between drinks. Alex shook his head and hid his face behind his menu, pretending to look like he was ordering. "So whats this important news?" Alex grunted as his eyes wandered to the table. Alex noticed a thin silver band on his friends left ring finger and looked at him wide eyed. "You got engaged?" Marcus smiled and nodded his head, pleased that Alex had figured it out himself. "I did... It was a little wierd, proposing to her, but it felt right." Marcus looked at Alex and looked at the table with a blank expression. "She's not... She's different, and you are the only one I've told. I need you to accept her. Will you do that alex?" alex laughed and set his coffee down. "What? is she a cripple? Deaf? dont tell me she's an amputee." Alex joked, unaware of the person coming from behind him as Marcus stepped up and smiled. Alex looked to his side to see Marcus embrace a slender siamese feline beastial, and the two shared a short, passionet kiss before she sat down by Marcus. She was slender, but nonetheless curvaceous, with soft curved hips and an hourglass frame. She wore tight jeans and a black vneck that showed her curves as well as her obvious C cups. she smiled and looked at Alex with her golden eyes and smiled as her bronze furred hand reached forward and shook his. "Alex? This is my finace, Katherine." Marcus said as the two evaluated each other. Alex stared at him, and then her before smiling and grabbing his shoulder. "That is awesome news Marcus. I'm really happy for you two." he said half-heartedly. "But you're not happy..." Katherine said with a silken whisper. Marcus stared at Alex and shook his head. "Why dont you mean that?" He said with a sense of anger. Alex sighed and removed his glasses, setting them gently on the table. "Because I'm jealous... Happy?" Marcus smiled and socked him in the shoulder and looked at Katherine with an evil grin. "We should take him along." He whispered. Katherines eyes went wide and she smiled a wicked rown of sharp, small fangs. "Yes, it would be good for him." she whispered back. alex looked at them bewildered and shook his head. "Where are you planning on taking me?" Marcus puffed up his chest and wrapped an arm around Katherine's waist, kissing her again before answering. "To the same place Marcus and I met." Katherine mewled. "And fucked for the first time." Marcus said proudly. Katherine jabbed him in the ribs and pointed out towards downtown. "Its a small nightclub that supports human/beastial relationships. Its run by a friend of mine so we get in with no hastle." Alex frowned and drank more of his now cold coffee. "I appreciate the sentiment, but I think I'll pass." He said as he tried to stand to leave. Marcus was quicker as he grabbed his wrist and gently held on. "You dont know what your missing bro. she showed me moves I would never have figured out. I mean she did this thing with her tail and my cock..." Alex signaled for him to stop and sighed as he pushed his glasses up back onto his face. "Just this one time Marcus, then you never bring it up again." Marcus smiled and wrote down the adress, and making alex his designated driver. "Tonight, eight o'clock." End Chapter I (Steamy stuff up ahead)

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Title: Valley of the rising moons by yaoifan Tags: Adventure, Revenge, Romance **Alpha m-Saru** **Alpha f-**\*\* Onai\*\* **2nd Son/prince-naru** **Best friend/ whom the prince loves-Nyla** **1st son - Zaro** **Rival male-makoto** \**Rogue wolf-Shax \** **Wolf pup-Jiri** **General-Roslyn** **Wise shaman wolf- Rakiri** ***V***\*\* alley of the rising moons\*\* \*\* \*\* They say that all life is precious, no matter how big or small. We walk the path expected of us and no matter; yet I'll never walk the path of my father. Who am I you ask? I'm just young prince just trying to find his place this world. Here is my story. I am told I was born on a bright spring morning I lie there nursing my mother Onai. His father the great alpha Saru whom saved his pack from invading clan threatened to kill the parents if they did not hand over their kingdom to their banished first born son, Zaro. He failed to protect the kingdom, while his parents where away attending council meeting. Zaro intentionally set the kingdom on fire burning and killing most of the animals and burning most of forest. When Saru refused, Zaro ordered his top wolfs to throw Saru's parents into the spikey pit, impaling them both .Enraged with anger he and Zaro fought ,Biting and tackling each other until accidently slipped on a rock and fell into rough waters, and was never to be seen again. That was 10 years ago and the valley of the moon was at peace since that time. Many wolves from my father's time now have grand kids. My Parents cave on top large bluff overlooking the entire kingdom. Saru walks toward his mate and his new son. He sits and nuzzling his mate. Saru asked what we shall name him. I want our son to have a special name said Onai. They both think for a moment. I think we will name him Naru, said Saru. Naru is a fine said Onai. Many days pass and I grew stronger by the day. By the time I was 2 weeks old I was already walking. Every day I play the other young ones born that year. Then one day a small wolf pack came to our valley far to the west of here. Their home had been destroyed by man's fire. That's where I met Nyla and Makoto. My Parents knew their parents when they were young. So they were allowed to stay here. Even though I was young I thought she was the most beautiful person in the world. But I was too shy to tell her how I felt. So we became friends for the time being. When I met makoto I was told that he was a little older than me. All he did was sleep, while the other wolves and I played. As the sun was setting on that day it was time to head back to home. But before arriving there I was stopped by general Roslyn. He told me that my parents are never coming back, but they will always be with. I cried and cried my cries where heard through the kingdom as the other wolves howled in pain and sorrow. Come now I will raise you to be a great leader. He carried me to my cave. A funeral was held the following week to honoring my parents; they were buried at the spot where they first met. Each of our pack members stood in line and went up to the shrines, to give flowers to the king and queen. I stood there next to Roslyn trying my hardest not to cry. Knowing what my father once said to me. We won't be alive forever my son, though our bodies are gone, our spirits will live on through you. A few years pass and the Naru is now a 2 and half years old. During that time under general Roslyn teaching, Naru has developed into a fine young prince.One day Naru receives a message from one of guards on patrol that day. The note says the note also said there's a male in his territory doing just but also beating his mate. That he must banish all those who don't hunt with the pack nor cares for his own family. It is required by law. Naru said I will take care of soon as I can. What ceremony you may ask? It a ceremony for every young prince must choose is mate. Later that day I all the eligible females all lined up for the choosing. General Roslyn said loudly as he stood in front other wolves. Announcing your future ruler of the valley of the rising moons this kingdom, here he is, Prince Naru. I walked with pride toward the top of the bluff. And took a big inhale and howled so that my subjects could here. The other members of the pack howled and cheered. Once I finished the others ceased the howling. I will ask the young ladies to step forward and form a straight line. Citizens of the valley of the rising moons, I will now choose my queen, said Naru. Nyla please step forth, said Naru. Nyla steps fourth. Will you accept the role as my queen? Ask Naru. Nyla looks at Naru and said no. The citizens all looked Nyla with shock. Prince Naru said very well I accept your decision. My fellows wolves, though I have not chosen a queen yet. But the law states I still have 2 weeks. In during that time if I don't not find my mate. I will forfeit the crown to General Roslyn. I will rule with great honor and wisdom sir he said. Prince Naru nods you all dismissed said Naru. Naru turns and head back to his cave, with his ears down. Nyla heads down the stairs. About 5 steps down she stops turns looks at Naru he could see a single tear drop slide down his face. She never had seen him, so down before not since his parents died. I wished I could have told him why she thought, it's just I'm already involved with someone. The sun was setting, and it was time to eat, all the warriors came back from the days hunt. They came back with many elks, enough for everyone to eat. The wolves lined up to take the share to their families. It was a custom that the head was always given to the leaders of the pack. So the warriors worked together to ripped the elk's head off, and passed to general Roslyn. He carried the head with his jaws bringing up to Prince Naru. Your highness I brought you your meal said General Roslyn. He places elk head down. Sir are you alright he asked. I'm alright said Naru I've been thinking about my brother. How did you know Roslyn asked? I've heard stories from mother. I know he vanished in the river and was never seen again. But is there a chance he could come back? He asked. Your father sent some of our warriors to search the river to find him, we looked everywhere for many days. But we never could find him. We assumed he drowned said Roslyn. If he ever comes back we'll be ready him he said. Naru nods. General Roslyn bows and takes his leave to eat his share. A few that nights later the prince goes out to seek this useless excuse for a wolf. About an hour later he hears the yelps and cries of in the distance. And he runs to a small clearing just to the west of the kingdom. Only to find it was Nyla. She had been badly beaten. Many bruises are on her body. Too many to count, Naru was amazed she was still alive. He smelled blood on her and soon realized she had serious bites some on her body. She managed to care for her wounds as best she could and must have fallen asleep recently. Naru see a something moving right next to her. It was a small wolf puppy. Naru knew if he didn't do something Nyla and her pup would die. He walks toward the father to end his life, he hears the bushes rustle. Then out of the nowhere a rouge older wolf appears. The rogue wolf, Shax is hunting. not for the girl but the puppy. The young prince, turn and charges at the Shax tackling just before he's able to snatch the puppy. The rogue wolf body slams against a large boulder, with a loud slam. The prince Naru carries a wolf puppy to a safe place. The mother awakens to the growling and snarling. She watches as the two wolfs circle each Shax- "how dare you take my kill." Shax- who are you? Prince-I am prince Naru and I will not let you harm an innocent puppy He said. The prince lunges at him sinking his fangs deep into the wolf's neck. But due to his small size the rouge wolf easily manages to toss the wolf against the same boulder. His body slams against the rock. As he shake of his injures and he regains his strength. He hears a cracking. The prince ears perk up. The top of the boulder is rupturing. The prince looks quickly at the Shax as he gets ready to charge. When he was close enough, the prince jumps out of the way allowing the Shax to hit his head against the large boulder In spite of that he manages to raise his body half way. He hears a loud cracking sound, looks up and a large tip of the boulder falls on top the Shax crushing his skull instantly. As he regains his strength the prince ears perk up. He hears the top of the boulder cracking He quickly looks at the rouge wolf as we get ready to charge. He runs to the prince. But prince jumps out of the way. Allowing the rogue wolf, to hit his head against the large boulder, in spite of his injures. He manages to raise his body half way. And hears a loud cracking sound, he Looks up, and... Smack, as a large tip falls on top the Shax crushing his skull instantly, the young prince staggers to his feet. He suffers a broken leg yet he finds the strength despite his injures manages to carry the puppy back to his mother. She walks up toward the prince and starts nuzzling him. The prince with raised eyebrows didn't know what to do. All he could do was savor the moment. Nlya -said "thank you". The prince suddenly collapses to the ground. Naru she said. Naru! She yelled the father of that puppy Makoto, wakes up to all the commotion. Walks toward is mate and son, and he said is that Saru the king's son? She nods Nyla - He risks his own life to save my son Makoto - tsk! You're son? Nyla - I'm wasting my time with you, she yelled Nyla-you haven't done a single thing for us since he was born, she said. "You're just a fat, lazy and selfish excuse for a wolf "she yelled. Makoto - "How dare you say that to me" he said. I can kill you in an instant "He said. Makoto "I'd like to see you try" she said. Snarling and growling! She uses her paws to push the baby behind her. Then she lunged at the father's neck sinking her fangs into his neck. While she hangs on, the father runs to the nearest tree. Then using all his strength tosses her against a tree. Her body slams against the tree with a loud thud she manages to shake off her injuries and gets up. She snarled at him. Then yelled Get out! You're no longer my mate. The father growled and said you two won't survive without me. Turns and leaves. Blood starts to ooze from his neck the further he walked .He began breathing heavily. He turns and said angrily, when the both of you die. We'll see who has the last laugh. He presses on Heavy breathing quickens! More blood falls from his neck leaving a trial behind him He realizes he's having trouble breathing. He turns his head and notices a large gash on his neck. It's from that girl she didn't let go of my neck until the last second. When she did she tore my neck open with her fangs He starts to feel dizzy, and then he loses his balance and finally ... collapses to the ground Lying there he takes his final breaths of life (Breaths)... (Breaths)... ... dies Nyla she leans over nuzzle the prince .but nothing happens Nyla - I'm so sorry she said. I broke your heart all those years ago, and yet you still saved my son. She lies right next to him putting her head on his neck .tears began to fall down her face. A few moments later she hears little foot prints. As she opened her eyes she realized it was her son Jiri! At just two weeks old he's already walking. She watches as her young pup walks up to the prince, and started nuzzling him too. Her ears lower as she began to cry again, praying that he would wake up. She bowed her head. And licked Naru's face she whispered; I love you, please. Sniff. Sniff get up" she cried. (Silence) ..... A few minutes past then... her ears perk up, when she heard a soft moan. Naru's eyes opened She said with happiness- you're Alive! The prince manages to stand up half way. He looks at Nyla and bows his head. Naru said "I'm sorry" Nyla "You didn't do anything wrong." She said He explained the he was sent her by law to kill your mate for his actions He bows his head. Tears began to fall from his face. She put her paw on his paw and said you gave us a second chance to live a long and happy life, and I couldn't be any more grateful. Naru hears tiny foot prints, it was Jiri. He walks up toward him and sits right next to his leg and licking at the prince's leg. She said looks like he likes you. The prince looks at the puppy with raised eye brows... ? Then smiles at him the puppy stops and then starts to chase his tail Nyla, she leans in to put her nose against prince Naru 's nose and he does the same to hers, nuzzling his muzzle against hers. Come let's go home, Naru said Realizing he broke his leg, Nyla helps Naru walk by allowing him support his weight on her helping him walk, with Jiri running beside them. A many months later after the wounds have all healed. But sadly Jiri didn't make it he died just days after Naru and Nyla came home. He died of mysterious illness. The wise shaman, rakiri did all he could be but he could not save him. A ceremony was held, for the crowning of the new leaders of the pack and to honor Jiri death. General Roslyn said to the prince as he stood before his new family and his people. He said to howl to signal his reign as the new leader. The prince Naru nodded takes a big inhale and howled like his fore fathers before him generations ago. The others wolves all cheered with joy as the leader took his right full place. As the sun rises, on a new day, The new leader this Kingdom, Stand on a cliff, and watches as sun rises smiles and wonders what new adventures a wait him with this new chapter of his life. One thing is for sure, is that love, hope and faith will always conquer over evil. **But whatever happens to my parents? The story continues....**

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Title: Double Trouble Ch. 2 Tags: wonderful son, aunt genni, mother dear, genni, dear good, cock flesh, gerri, aunt gen, dad aunt, sucked shaft **Ch. 2: The Morning After** I awoke the next morning around ten. Aunt Gen was asleep next to me and as soon as I looked at her naked body my rod started to rise. She looked beautiful lying there. Her breasts rose and fell with her gentle breathing. Her red haired pussy looked so sexy. I bent over and started to gently lap her exposed nipples. I barely touched them, just teasing the tip with my tongue. She stirred slightly but did not wake. I sucked the whole nipple into my mouth and caressed it with my tongue. It began to harden in my mouth. I could see the other nipple respond alike. Next I saw a smile spread across her face and her eyes opened. "Oh sweetheart what a wonderful way to wake up. My handsome boyfriend waking up my nipples and my pussy too." She pushed my head away and moved her head down to my cock, which was at full mast. She looked at me and said, "Relax stud! I want some cream for my coffee, and I want it fresh from the source." She sucked my shaft into her mouth and commenced giving me a wonderful blow-job. It only took about three minutes and I was h flooding her mouth with my hot spunk. She swallowed it all and smiled, licking her lips. "Your mother is going to think she died and went to cock heaven when she sees this big fuck stick!" "I wonder what she will do when she finds out who is attached to this big fuckstick!" We took a shower together and had a quick lunch before I left. I didn't want mom or dad to know I had been at aunt Gerri's. It was about four o'clock when mom and dad got home. I was out in the back yard mowing the lawn so I didn't hear them. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I almost jumped out of my skin. I turned around and there was aunt Gerri or so I thought. I grabbed her and gave her a kiss and a hug. She returned it but she seemed hesitant. I looked behind her and saw dad. BOING!!!!! Bells and siren's went off and I broke the embrace. "Well I see you must have missed your dear mother," she said. "Hi mom. You kinda startled me. Brandy was over a little while ago and she did the same thing. I thought it was her again. Sorry if I spooked you." "That's OK honey! I don't get many hugs from you anymore. It was nice." She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned back towards the house. Dad waved and motioned for me to join him for a beer after. I signaled an affirmative and finished cutting the lawn. After putting the lawn mower away and finishing the yard work I was ready for a beer. Dad had a chair and a cold one waiting for me when I came back out by the pool. Mom and aunt Gerri were gabbing like lost friends and dad was biding his time sipping on his cold one. I sat down and took a long pull on my beer. Mom looked over and said. "Dear did you hear your aunt Gerri has a new boyfriend?" "Yeah I met him already. He's a pretty nice guy. Aunt Gerri must like him a lot. She can't keep her hands off him!" "Jack!" mom said, "Don't embarrass your aunt like that. She deserves a good man, it's been so long. I'm sure we will just love him. When do we get to meet him Gen?" "He's coming to spend the weekend with me. He'll be here Saturday afternoon!" "Oh..... That's to bad. Bill will be gone for two weeks starting tomorrow. Oh well I guess he can meet him later. Tell me sis what's he like?" "Come on dad let's go for a swim and let these women gab." "I'm with you son." Dad and I left the women to talk and we went swimming. We were in the pool for about a half hour when the ladies went in the house. They came back out about an hour later, and they were in identical bikinis. I had to look at mom's ring finger to be sure which one was which. They were knockouts. They waded into the pool at the shallow end a pirouetted, showing off there suits or should I say lack of. They were very skimpy hiding only what was required by moral standards. There tits were outlined perfectly and the bottoms were just barely covered. "What do you think dear?" mom said to dad. Should we go back and change? Your sister-in-law talked me into wearing it. She bought them while we were away. I think it's a little to risqué for a woman my age. What do you think?" I looked at dad and I could swear he was had a woody. I was standing there with my mouth agape when aunt Gerri said. "Well Gerri! It looks as if you son likes the way we look. If he doesn't close his mouth the birds will start to make a nest." Mom looked at me a blushed. She was a little embarrassed, that was certain. I did notice that her nipples as well as aunt Genni's were trying to poke holes in the top of the suits. "I like! I like a lot dear," said dad. Aunt Genni dove under the water and made her way towards me. As she passed she reached out and grabbed my cock through my trunks. I stepped back and dove in behind after her, trying to catch her. I caught her in no time and I grabbed her right by the pussy and massaged it for a few seconds. She stopped and held her place in the water opening her legs as if to give her OK. Mom and dad were far enough away and it would have simply looked like we were playing tag. Aunt Genni broke the surface and smiled a wicked smile. We had completed the first phase of our seduction of mother dear. We finished the dad up with a barb-b-que. Mom and dad went to bed and aunt Gerri and I stayed out on the deck for a while longer. When about a half hour had passed aunt Genni looked at me and said, "Come on Jack let's go peep on your parents. I left the blind open just enough to peek in. I bet they will be just about to the good parts by now." We jumped up and quietly made our way to my parent's bedroom window. We bent down and peered through the one inch gap at the bottom, just in time to hear dad say. "Honey it's not you it's me! I have this big contract I have to close this weekend and I can't concentrate on anything else. Please try to understand. Listen when I get back I will make it up to you, promise." "That's what you said last month and the same thing before that. I was hoping this would be different. I was hoping what I did today would turn you on. I'm beginning to think there may be someone else in your life, and there's no love left for me!" "Oh gosh no sweetheart! There is no one else, honest. I love only you." Dad bent and kissed mom on the forehead and turned and went to sleep. Mom rolled on her back. There was just enough light to make out the contour of her beautiful body. Her arm draped over her forehead, her soft pillowy breasts looked like they were quivering, as if she were crying. I looked at aunt Gen and we quietly moved away from the window. When we were out of ear shot I asked aunt Gen what mom was talking about. "Today when we were in the house for so long, I convinced your mom to wear the bikini. I also talked her into shaving her pussy hair into a big heart. She agreed after I told her your dad would go nuts when he saw it. I shaved her and when I was done I gave her pussy a few good licks. She half heatedly scolded me but that was all. I told her to shave me the same, and when she was done she gave me a few lick and smiled, so I knew the fire was still burning from our earlier days. Poor dear must be frustrated as hell. It looks like we have our work cut out for us this Saturday night sweetheart. No more fuck, sucking and definitely no jacking off when your alone. I want you to save all your cock and cream for he big event. Understand!" "Yes aunt Gen.... I mean Gen" "Good. Now give me a big tongue kiss and I'll see you and your hard cock tomorrow night at eight sharp" I bid her good night and headed up to my room anticipating tomorrow. I woke up early Saturday morning and went with mom and dad to the airport. We saw dad off and mom and I went for lunch together. I could tell she wasn't in the best mood. She was very melancholy, not caring what she was doing or eating for that matter. I tried to cheer her up add did manage to get a smile or two but it look as if her funk was pretty deep. We got home about four and she said she was going to have a couple stiff drinks and lay out in the sun in the back yard. I told her I had to get ready for my date tonight so I would see her later. She looked at me and asked me if I was taking out Brandy. "No not tonight mom. I've got a new girl friend. She's really nice" "Oh good for you honey. When do I get to meet her?" "You might meet her tonight as a matter of fact." "Super dear. Have a good time and be careful, if you know what I mean. I'm too young to be a grandmother yet." "Don't worry mom I take all the necessary precautions. See ya!" It was hard talking to mom and making sure I didn't let the pussy out of the bag. I came away in fine shape and smiled inwardly as I made my way to my room to get ready. I took a shower, shaved and used my favorite and mom's cologne. She said it gave her goose bumps when she smelled it on me. I didn't bother with under ware, just jeans and a silk shirt. At eight thirty I went back downstairs and outside to say good bye to mom. I went outside on the deck and found her laying on the chaise lounge with her eyes closed. She had on a pair of shorts and a halter top. I bent and kissed her on the lips to say goodbye. She opened her eyes a bit startled. "Oh my I must have dozed off. What time is it?" "It's seven forty five, and I'm outa here." I noticed that the cologne was working as the goose bumps appeared and....... Her headlights came on, poking at the front of her halter. Interesting, I thought to myself. "Mmmmmm you smell good honey. Lucky girl who gets you tonight!" "You got that right mom. Bye! Love you!" "By dear! Have a good time. I'm jealous!" I smiled knowing what was to come.....I hope. I'm sure the drinks she had would help but couldn't be sure. I opened the back door and went in aunt Gen's house. I went to her room where I found her primping at her dressing table. She was still wet and naked from the shower. I made my way up behind her and looking at our reflection in her mirror I told her. "It looks as if you're ready for our little party already!" "You betchya!" "I don't think mom will go through with it" "What makes you say that babe?" "Well I just left her on the deck and she has had a few drinks. She will probably go up to bed soon. She was in a deep funk all day and I don't think she will want to socialize." "Leave it to me handsome. I'll go over there and convince her to come over. You get on the bed, strip and be ready when I get back here. We are going to have a no holds bared threesome tonight. Guaranteed!" Aunt Gen put on her robe and went next door to our house and was gone for about a half hour. When she came back she found me naked on her bed sporting a semi. "Your mom will be here in twenty minutes. Just enough time for me to get my pussy muffed out by you." She threw off her robe and jumped on the bed, straddling my head. She looked between her legs as she lowered her red cunt towards my waiting mouth. I left the back door open and the only lights on are ones that will lead her to here. So you have a few minutes to get my cunt all wet and hot. I'll take that big beauty and get it nice and hard for your mom." Her wet hot cunt touched my lips and I went to work devouring her succulent snatch. The wetness drooled all over my face. Her pussy smelled sweet and tasted the same. At the same time as I sucked her cunt I felt her lips engulf my cock. We were in the classic sixty-nine position. Her mouth on my cock was pure bliss. Her face was pressed into my groin and her nose was tight against my balls. She had all eight inches buried in her throat. In and out in and out, time after time. I wondered if my mom could do it as good as her sister. We continued to eat one another when I heard a yelp. My aunt raised her head from my cock and started talking to who I hoped was my mom. I had a hard time hearing as Gen's thighs were wrapped around my ears. I was able to make out most of the conversation. "Hi Ger!" "I'm so so sorry Gen I knocked and no one answered so I followed the lights and and...." "That's OK sis My new honey was waiting for me on the bed when I got back and we sort of got carried away." "I'll come back later when you're......." "Gerri-Aaaaann! Looky what I got!" She had my cock and was waving it back and forth trying to entice my mom. "Wanna share like we use to back in college?" "Genni! I can't do that! It wouldn't be right!" "Big fucking deal! I've got a gorgeous long hard cock in front of me, there's enough for the both of us. Besides! You told me only a few minutes ago that you were frustrated because Bill wasn't coming across in bed. I'm in bed with this nice....hard....mmmmmmmmm cock!" She was licking the shaft of my cock tempting mom. "Come on sis! It'll be fun, and no one the wiser. I promise I won't tell your old man either. Come on! Come and run you hands over this beautiful hard cock!" I waited for what seemed like hours, then I felt a warm fingers surround my cock. My mother had her hands on my cock at last! "I spoke into my aunts thigh to disguise my voice. "Fey faby fyou fgrow ffffanother fffffhand!" "Shut-up stud and get back to eating my cunt. I've got a nice surprise if you make me cum!" She turned her attention back to mom. "Well what do you think sis. Nice hunk of cock flesh eh!" "He's so big! I have never seen on this big before. It's so soft yet hard. It's magnificent." "Go ahead Gerri! Taste him. I know your dyeing to suck it!" "Oh gosh no. I couldn't. What if Bill finds out." "Fuck Bill! He's probably fucking that young cunt as we speak. Go ahead suck this big....hard....cock!" Then I felt the new hand slowly jack my cock. Then I felt a tongue touch the end of my shaft. Then more and more the new tongue began to swirl around my cock head licking and kissing the hard pink shaft. "My god Genni-Ann it's so fucking huge! It must be at least seven inches!" "He's eight and one half inches long and five inches around and he belongs to us for the whole weekend. Now show me what you remember about sucking cock sis. I'm going to enjoy his tongue while you enjoy his cock." "This seems so funny. I don't know his name or what he looks like or any thing." "Don't worry honey. After you swallow his load, fuck him and take some of the starch out his cock I'll introduce the two of you." I felt mother's mouth suck my cock. Her hot lips circled my shaft and her hungry mouth was voracious in it's attack on my rod. Her head was going up and down taking more and more of my cock flesh with each plunge. Soon she had succeeded it taking the whole thing in her throat. Her nose buried in my pubic hair, her head shaking back and forth sending tremors up and down my spine. I ate my aunt pussy like a wild-man sucking her cunt cream swallowing it all in as my mother continued to eat my cock. I felt my aunt lean forward and wrestle with something. She dropped something on my face from over her shoulder. I looked and saw that it was my mother's halter top. "Gerri honey Why don't you tit fuck his cock like we use to do!" "My oh fucking my. I thing I have died and gone to heaven. This is one beautiful cock. Watch sis as I put this big cock between my tits and fuck him. Why don't you suck the end when it comes through and we can make him cum all over my tits then we can lick it off!" "Sounds yummy to me." I felt my mother's tit flesh close around my cock, then I felt her move up and down fucking my cock between her globes. Aunt Gen leaned forward and sucked the tip of my cock as it popped out between strokes. "That's it sis suck him. Make him shoot all over my big tits." I was at the end of my rope. There was no holding back. My load of cock juice erupted sending buckets of cum out the end of my cock. I could here the women as my seed was spitting out of my orgasming cock. "Oh fuck Genni he's shooting all over my tits. Oh fuck it feel so hot on my skin." "Stick it in your mouth Gerri! Suck the hot cum from is cock!" I felt her mouth close on my spurting cock. My mother was swallowing my hot load. Her tongue was washing my cock as her sucking action drew the rest of the seed from my shooting rod. "Yes Gerri eat all that delicious cum baby! Suck that big hard cock dry! Mmmmmmm his cum does taste good and so do your tits honey. It's been so so long since I have had the privilege of licking these big beauties. Oh yes that cum is so sooooooo sweet That's it baby milk him dry, and when your finished I want you to take those shorts off and sit that pretty red pussy on him and keep him hard." "Oh fuck Genni he is so fucking big and hard! Yes I want him in my aching pussy now. I need a cock so very much!" Her mouth was gone in an instant. I could here aunt Genni urge her on. Then I felt the bed sag from added weight. Genni sat up straight blocking my view. I could feel warm flesh on either side of my legs. Then a hand grabbed my still rampant cock. Aunt Genni guided my mother down to my cock. "Get ready for the fuck of your live Gerri. This is one cock you will never forget. Once this baby opens up your cunt you'll have to have it again and again." "He's so fucking big Genni. He'll rip me wide open!" "Yeah! But what a fucking way to die!" I could feel a new wetness at the end of my cock as my aunt guided the head into mother's pussy. The head was sucked in then the shaft began to disappear inside mom's juicy fuck hole. It took about there minutes to sink the whole length and mom's pussy felt like a velvet vice around my cock. "Your balls deeps honey! Now show your sister Genni how much you love to fuck!" "Fuckin bastard I feel like I have a fucking telephone pole up my cunt, but it hurts soooooo fucking good! Let me see him Genni. I want to see this beautiful the stud who owns this magnificent cock!" "OK Gerri! Gerri I would like you to meet my new boyfriend." Aunt Gen lifted her pussy from my face and swung her leg over, managing to hide my mom's eyes until she was completely off me. "Jack!" "OH MY GOD!!!!. NOOOOOOOOOOO........it can't be!" "It is sister dear! Your wonderful son has his cock balls deep inside your hot little cunt and that's where he is staying until he fills you with his hot fucking cum. Now fuck him sister. Fuck you son's big, hot, cock. Feel him in your pussy, stuffing you full with that wonderful cockflesh. Tell me he doesn't he feel good? Tell me that you don't like that big pole in your hot little hole!" "Oh shit I.....I.....Oh god it does feel good! It feels so hot and bigggggg! Yes I want his cock! I want my......my....my son's big fucking cock in my tight hot cunt!!!!! Fuck me son! Fuck mother's hot pussy baby! Make me cum baby! Fill mommy's pussy with that hot white seed. Ohhhh fuccccckkkkkkkkkk! Yesssssssssssssss. I love your cock Jack I don't ever want to stop. Fuck me baby! Fuck me fuck fuck fuckfuck my hot cunt." "I love you mom! I love your hot pussy around my cock! I am going to fill that sweet hot cunt with my juice. I'm going to fuck you and fuck you and fuck you 'til you can't walk. Oh fuck yessss mommmmm your pussy is so fucking tight. Squeeze my fucking cock bitch! Fuck your son! Fuck your cunt on my cock!" We were slamming into one another like animals. We didn't care about anything except mutual release. We wanted to cum together. I unfortunately could not hold back and exploded inside her hot cunt. "Oh god Oh fuck I can't hold back I'mmmmm cummmmmiiiinnnnnnggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!! UNGH........UNGH...........UNGH..........UNGHHHHHHHHFUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!" I blasted my load into mother's wet gripping pussy. Jets of hot cum spewed from my cock. I never thought I could cum that strong. It felt as if my body was being electrocuted, so strong was my orgasm. Mom shouted out her feelings as well, telling me she was enjoying it as well. Aunt Gen's head was buried in our groins and she was lapping at mom's clit trying to bring on her orgasm. "Oh yes my baby fill mommy's pussy with your hot creammmmmm! Yes baby I feel it blasting inside me. So hot and gooey deep inside mommy's hot wet cunt. Fill me baby! Fill mother's pussy with your manly cum. Fuck me full with your jizzzzzzz!" Oh yes Gennis lick my clit suck my wet hot cunt while my big son fucks me! Make me cum you fuckers! YES! YES! YESSSSSSSSSSsssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. OH FUCK I"M CUMMING NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!! AGHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEFUCKME!!!!!!" I felt the walls of her spasiming cunt milk whatever jism remained inside me. Her pussy was drawing it out of me gripping squeezing. The cum dripping from our union. Her pussy frothing with the seed of our incestuous act. Gen was there licking my cock and moms cunt area as the liquid boiled over. It was the best orgasm of my life, without a doubt and I told my mom just that. "Hot Dam! That was absolutely the best mom! You are one hot lady! Was I OK? Are you mad at me and aunt Gen? Are you going to tell dad? Can we do it again? Huh? Can we PLEASE!!! It was the best!!!!!!!!!!!" "You were great! No! No! Yes most definitely! Yes it was fucking fabulous! I never thought I would ever enter into an incest relationship with my own son. It was bad enough I did it with my own sister! I guess now is as good a time as any to tell you your dad didn't go on business this morning. He left with his new girlfriend. I told him it was either me or her so he picked her. So from now on it will be just the three of us left in the family. Fuck him! I don't need him anymore now that I have this big beauty to satisfy my holes. We will still have to be careful though. If your dad ever gets wind of this I am afraid we will end up with nothing, so I suggest we act very carefully. Now! My handsome virile stud son. I would like the answer to a few questions if I may! How did you come to have a pecker as long as you have? Your father falls about four inches short of you!" "Well mother dear I can answer that question with another. How do you come to have two humungous tits on that lovely chest? If you want to take a guess I would say That I inherited my big cock from my mother's side of the family, therefore I feel it's only fair that I share it with her and her lovely twin sister. Hey I just thought of something. I have the privilege of having two different women that are identical. Isn't that strange." "Not as strange as this baby," said mom as she fondled my still limp cock. "Do you think you could satisfy two cock hungry sluts son? I definitely need more of this hunk and often. You better not make any plans for any other women from now on. Your aunt and I plan to keep this big cock "in the family" for a long time. Right sister dear!" "Yes indeed Gerri! I plan to sample your wonderful son at every opportunity! What say you Jack?" "My dear women! I am your cock slave to do with as you please. I do however have a few stipulations and requests!" Both ladies looked at each other and then back to me. "And what might they be," said mom. "First I want to experiment with a few things, like a daisy chain with me in the middle. I would like to see two ladies eating each other's pussy's. I definitely want to try anal sex and would like to fuck my aunt while my mother eats us at the same time. If I can think of any other's I will let you know. In addition I demand to be taken care of whenever I see fit. If I ask for a blow job or a fuck I want it quickly and without hesitation. If you ladies agree I will do anything you ask. Deal?" "DEAL!" They said in unison. "Mom!. Come here and let aunt Gen suck all my hot cum from your wet pussy. I want to suck on those big beautiful jugs." "Yes my master son! Your wish is my command." She replied in a subjective tone. Mom was getting into the act. I was seeing a side of her that I really liked. "Aunt Gen! Thanks!" "For what?" "For getting the three of us together. This has got to best the best fucking day I've ever had!" The women moaned there agreement and we all started in on each other one last time. When we finished blowing our wads we all fell asleep where we lay. Satisfied, sated and sticky with cum. *To Be Continued...*

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Title: Meeting In Spain For The First Time Ch. 05 Tags: online lover, novella We walk along the promenade slowly in the bracing wind, the palm trees swaying and the waves rolling in on the beach. As we walk, our arms around each other's waist we steal glances at each other just chatting away. We stop occasionally turning to face each other and just kissing softly. We find a little café just set back from the beach and stop for a bite to eat and a drink. We sit close together hands brushing across each other on the table top. Your foot sliding up and down my calf slowly just gently teasing. Loosing ourselves in each other's eyes, luxuriating in each other's company. The waiter arrives quite quickly with the sandwiches and drinks we ordered and we eat slowly, feeding each other with our fingers so we can taste both the food and each other. We sit for a while sipping our drinks in the dappled sunshine, moving to face the sea so we can watch the boats moving round. Our hands slipping along each other's thighs, gliding to our inner thighs, my fingers just brushing up to the hem of your dress, yours high on my inner thigh through my jeans, trailing slowly back and forward just short of where we are imaging them being. After we finish our drinks we start to walk back to the car, moving through the other walker's arms around each other's waists again. Your hand slips into my front jeans pocket and slips a little lower, fingers teasing just above me. My hand slipping down, fingers resting over your ass as we walk. Half way back there is a concrete parapet with steps down as the promenade changes height. I guide you over to that and place your back to it, cupping your face in my hands as I kiss you deeply slowly not caring who is watching. We kiss for what seems like forever, tongues dancing slowly over and over, your hands hooking into the back pockets of my jeans, squeezing my ass tight pulling my hips tight against yours, my hands caressing your back through your jacket and dress. You move back slightly, sitting on the parapet, one leg hooking around my calf to pull me to you. You ease your jacket off, dropping it into your lap to cover your hand. Your covered hand sliding across the front of my jeans until it finds the hard bulge in them, fingers teasing over me firmly, stroking through the material as we kiss harder, more passionately. The kiss muffling my moans but still we get glances from people guessing what we are up to. You keep teasing me until you feel me tightening up, kissing all the while. When I feel my control slipping, not to long with those amazing fingers dancing on me, I break the kiss gasping slightly for breath. Grinning wickedly you pick up your jacket, sliding it on as I take mine off, tying it around my waist to try and hide the prominent bulge you have caused. 'That's not going to work' you whisper in my ear as you stand. 'Your right' I whisper back, 'but I have a plan...' I take your hand leading you from the promenade down the steps onto the beach. Drawing you along the beach I find a little alcove in the sea wall, hidden from view above and side to side but with a clear view out to sea. I push you into the alcove, wrapping my arms tight around your waist kissing you hard. Your fingers digging into my ass hard, hips grinding against each other, one of your legs slipping around my thigh, pressing so tight together. The sound of the sea mingling with our muffled moans. I slide my fingers up along your thigh, sliding under your dress to find no panties. My finger tip brushing your pussy lips firmly, feeling you shudder slightly. Brushing over you firmly, slowly as your hand undoes my fly, sliding in to draw my cock out, fingers stroking. I ease you back against the wall, breaking the kiss. Our eyes locked as I take my cock in my hand watching as you hitch up your skirt, showing that glistening wet pussy to me. I step forward, guiding one of your legs around my waist, my cock sliding between your pussy lips so easily. Moving hard and fast together, kissing over and over as we fuck desperately just needing that next release with one another so badly. Our gasps and cries muffled by each other's lips, breathing so hard, shuddering together. Quickly I lose all control and explode so deep inside you filling you with my hot cum over and over, feeling you squeezing so tight around me trying to take in every last drop. Shivering I know you are nearly there but not quite. I slide down your body, head moving up under your dress, your hands pulling my head to you as my lips wrap tight around your clit sucking over it so hard. Two fingers moving into your wet tight pussy, moving with my cum and your juices together making you so wet. Driving my fingers so hard and fast into you, sucking harder and harder on your clit. My free hand moving up to your lips, feeling you sucking and licking on them as we try to keep the noise down. Hearing the people walking past less than 20ft away just above our heads on the promenade. Licking and sucking until you cum all over my fingers, covering them in your sweet juices mixed with my cum. I gently ease them from you, brushing my wet fingers against your lips letting you taste us mixed together like that, watching as you suck and lick it all from them. Kissing you softly, tasting it from your lips. Holding you close as you get your breath back. We walk along the promenade and I drop you off at the car, saying I've got to pick something up for tonight. I kiss you softly and head off to find a shop that sells massage oil. I am planning to give you a long slow massage later on tonight. I head up the street away from the beach leaving you at the car. Wandering for a few minutes I find a little shop tucked away on a corner selling DVD's, magazines etc. Basically a small sex shop. I wander in and look around slowly finding some lavender and rose scented massage oil, a massage glove. I also pick up a pot of chocolate body paint, a small clit vibe and a couple of DVD's just in case. As I am about to leave my mobile vibrates in my pocket. Taking it out I find a picture message from you. Opening it I find a picture of you sat in the car, dress drawn down to show those amazing breasts, nipples hard one trapped between your fingers. Grinning I close the message and head to the counter to pay, as I do I receive another message, this time a picture of your pussy, two fingers inside you. Paying for the items I can't stop smiling and don't care about the bulge that makes it oh so obvious to everyone something is going on. On the way back I get a call from you asking if I liked what I saw and if the phone was working. I laugh saying that it certainly was, though I could hardly reply in kind in the middle of a shop. We kiss softly when I return to the car, then drive back slowly thoughts on what will happen later tonight. Getting back its 4pm and we are both tired so you slip off for a quick nap. Despite your looks inviting me for much more than a nap, the way your hands linger against me as we kiss before you suggest it telling me what you did have planned before sleeping I say I'm going to go and grab some food for dinner so we can stay in that night. Pouting you snake a hand down, teasing me through my jeans, ok though it's your loss you grin. Stepping back you drop the dress to the floor, revealing that perfect body totally naked before me before turning and heading into the bedroom. I head out for a walk, heading to the little supermarket and pick up bits and pieces for an easy to make dinner. A cooked chicken, salad, wine, few bottle of beer, some bananas apples and oranges and a large tub of ice cream. Coming back I let myself in. Moving to the main bedroom I open the door slowly and watch you asleep naked on the bed on top of the covers, lost in your beauty. I close the door and go into the kitchen putting the shopping away. Going into the spare bedroom, drawing the covers from the bed. Covering the bed in towels I then cover those in a soft sheet. Moving around, I set up candles all around the room. Slipping back out to the car I grab the bag from the sex shop bringing that back up so I can place the oil and glove by the bed. Hiding the little vibe under the bed along with the chocolate body paint. I put one of the DVD's in the machine on the table at the foot of the bed. I then slip back into the kitchen and quietly get things ready for dinner preparing the salad and chicken plus cooking some potatoes that we bought the night before. I then dig out the PC and video camera sitting back in the lounge as I check they are both ok from the trip. Putting them on the table I curl up on the sofa and grab a few minutes shut eye. Waking after an hour or so I find you sitting on the table by the sofa watching me dressed in just a light robe. Smiling you lean forward kissing me gently, fingers brushing over my chest through my shirt. Gently you tease open the buttons on my shirt.......standing you slip the gown off laying on top of me pressing those breasts naked against my naked chest. I reach down undoing my jeans, sliding them out of the way and pushing my boxers down to reveal my hard cock. 'Mmmmmm I was dreaming of you honey' I gasp as your fingers wrap around my cock, guiding it into you slowly as you sit up. 'Me to honey' you gasp, head tipping back as you ease the tip of my cock into you. Sliding down slowly you moan, hearing my gasp at how perfect you feel. Leaning forward you cup those breasts to my lips and I flick my tongue across your hard nipples firmly, slowly. Staying still on top of me, cock so deep inside you as I feast on your breasts. Sucking, licking and kissing all over those firm perfect globes, loving the pure taste of your skin. Your moans growing, unable to stop your hips moving now as you roll them around my cock, moving from side to side. Gradually you move harder, faster starting to move up and down with your hips, sitting up. Thos breasts bouncing with every move you make, your hair wild around your head making you look like an angel of pure pleasure and lust. Moving harder, faster riding me, gasping for breathe crying out my name over and over you cum so quickly. 'Mmmmmm wasn't just dreaming' you moan 'I found that dildo you bought for me and just had to use it' giggling you collapse on top of me, kissing my hard. Slipping from me you ease down to lay between my open legs. You take my pulsing cock in your hand, watching as you stroke it firmly feeling my pulse quicken in it. Hearing my moans turning to gasps. You lean forward teasing the swollen tip with your tongue, swirling around it like an ice lolly, eyes locked on mine. Moving from the tip you slowly lick from the base to the tip on the underside of my cock. Once, twice. The third time you move lower, your tongue working along that little ridge between my legs making me cry out. Your tongue travels up that ridge to my balls. Sucking on each one firmly before moving your tongue up along the underside of my shaft. Seeing me so tense so close. Wrapping your lips tight around my cock, sliding down as far as you can easily, your hand wrapped tight around the shaft before your lips. Sliding back you suck so hard on my cock. Stopping with the tip in your lips before repeating this two, three times. Feeling my trembles gasps moaning your name, hands moving through your hair, watching your every move. You suck hard and fast over the sensitive tip jerking so hard along the rest of my slick shaft, the taste of your pussy all over my cock. Harder and faster you jerk and suck on me, eyes locked on mine until I cum bucking up hard into your mouth as my cock explodes into your hot hungry mouth over and over. Watching as you take it, a little escaping your lips but as you release my cock from your lips you brush your fingers through that lifting it to your lips. Slowly you keep teasing my cock with your tongue lapping up every last drop of my cum. Moving up you pick up a glass of wine you have sat on the table, drinking before kissing me firmly. 'See you got us dinner in, I'm starved and I think we will need our strength' you grin. 'Definitely' I reply, 'though first I want to give you a long massage honey. Come through into the other bedroom in 15 minutes or so.' I unendingly myself from you, pulling off all my clothes apart from my boxers which I just pull back up. I head into the kitchen, grabbing the open bottle of wine from the fridge plus the fruit bowl. I then head into the spare bedroom. I move around lighting the candles slowly, sun still blazing outside but I pull the dark curtains closed to leave just the candle light to illuminate the room. I start some soft classical music in the background just to keep us nice and relaxed. Opening the oil I let its soft delicate perfume fill the room. Sitting on the edge of the bed I move the oil bottle between my fingers gently warming it up. You walk in slowly, robe on around your shoulders but left open. Just covering those breasts but nothing else. 'God you like divine baby' I murmur. I stand, leading you to the bed. Sliding the robe from your shoulders before laying you down gently on your stomach.

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Ashe's calves were burning from walking so long in soft sand. Her village of Bustdowl sat between a sandy desert and the scab lands at the base of a volcanic mountain range. It had been part of a much more hospitable kingdom, but neighbouring kingdoms grew paranoid of its magical prowess and obliterated it in war long ago. A few villages dotting the ruinous edges of the former land are all that have remained for hundreds of years. Needless to say the location of the village made it difficult to harvest anything from the land, or find any animals to hunt. As a remnant of the kingdom they were not welcome in the neighboring regions. They were stuck trying to make a living from dust. That is why Ashe is heading into the sandy dunes now in spite of the many dangers- she was looking for any remains of an old shrine from the kingdom, to pray for food for her village before the sands swallowed it as well. Her dark skin was hidden under grey robes that seemed far too large for her, but were actually the right size. It needed to be made of very thin material, but it also needed to bury her body completely from the light, and still be loose enough to breath. When she left the village she walked through the fountain to make sure she was as wet as possible for as long as possible, and held a chain of five gourds filled with water over her shoulder. She had only gone through two by the time she seen the temple ruins. It was only partly visible over the sand, but the statue of a well endowed woman holding an apple, sitting on the nearly touching horns of a well endowed cow was on the very top- serving as an unmistakable marker. When Ashe reached the edges she could see down into it as there was never a roof on the main yard of the shrine, the walls bent in just enough to shield it from blowing sands. Ashe slipped down on the far side of the yard because there was stairs connecting several plateaus- the farthest part was the highest up, and the archways in on all three sides were buried far under sand so she couldn't enter at what used to be ground level. The stone reliefs around all the walls told tales of great bounties of fruit, meat, and drink alike being shared here. That was long before the war though- and Ashe wondered if the black grime stuck in the deeper crevices was actually dirt, or ancient bloodstains. In the actual structure she wandered in circles twice before realising. The only rooms were already raided of everything, including tomes and goddess statuettes. The middle area of the structure had no doors accessing it, though she seen an odd ornate section of wall back at the front that could be a door. There was no handles and pushing on it did nothing though. It depicted a relief of the goddess of bounty with arms open as if to embrace, and then three shallow pits. Ashe blushed, realising what the pits looked like, and reluctantly pulled her robe back and opened it completely at the front. She placed her head into the top oblong indentation, and as soon as the curve of her breasts touched the other two, the wall split and opened on its own. Only women were allowed in the core of the shrine as attendants to the goddess. Inside the area was lit by a soft golden light coming from a huge hourglass hanging from the very far roof. The chamber was huge and lined with badly damaged statues, a few huge stone blocks that had fallen loose, and a mat of powder-like sand. The hourglass was suspended by two chains, but one was limp. They attached to either end so which chain was taught would indicate which way the sand flows. More alarming though, the top was nearly drained of sand, and ran down on an eerily detailed model of Ashe's village! As she got closer she was startled terribly by a voice of a woman she had not seen appear! "It has been too long since someone has come here. This lands time was nearly up." "G-goddess of bounty!?" The woman laughed. "I suppose? My name is Urn. I am who this shrine was built to contain, but I am no God. I am a genie." Urn wore no clothing really, but was well adorned all over with intricate and delicate looking golden jewelry set with leaf shaped emeralds, fruit shaped rubies, and droplet shaped sapphires and opal, with translucent cloth webbed between. "Please, can you save my village? We have water- it is driven up from the volcanic activity nearby, but the ground is parched and dead...water just drains through it, we cannot harvest barely anything. And lack of plant life means very few animals to hunt..." Urn only half nodded, pacing a bit in place enough for Ashe to notice she left no footprints in the sand. "I can return food to your village and the land. It will take time for the land to recover though...a LOT of time. Are you prepared to sacrifice anything for your village though? My power can do nothing without your sacrifice, otherwise I would have done it eons ago." Ashe nodded quickly. She could easily have died on the way here- if it meant saving everyone else, how could she not put her life on the line? She closed her eyes, waiting for Urn to strike her down but yelped in surprise as the sudden tingle in her nipples. She opened her eyes again, clutching her arms over her breasts in confusion. Her nipples became rock hard, tingling as they stretched larger than ever before! Her modest bust started to plumpen as well, filled with warmth and a pleasurable feeling that caused her nethers to pulse in time with it. Her breasts outgrew her hands almost instantly, and became more bouncy and less jiggly. They were firming up, and she started to feel a tightening outward pressure. Ashe grunted from the pleasure and pressure as beads of white started to form around her fat nipples! "What is happening!?" "I am using you as a conduit for my power. Abundance!". URB reached around from behind Ashe and heft one of her breasts. "You wish to feed the people, yes? You will produce nutrition endlessly, which will restore the land and its people!" Beside them the chains holding the hourglass shifted, turning it upsidedown, draining sand from Bustdowl village. Ashe's breasts were getting quite heavy and big enough that they eclipsed most of her torso already. She had to bend forward and brace her hands on her knees, letting her huge breasts hang off her like udders! "T-this isn't how....I...aah!" Her nipples sprayed out a bit from a surge of pressure. "Why can't you use your own body!?" "Do you know how a genie gets its powers?" "I don't...born with it?" "No, Djinn are born with their powers, not Genie." Urn pointed to a mostly buried human skull in the back corner. "I have been dead for thousands of years. I don't have a body. My power is what used to be my own life force, concentrated into a new purpose, killing me in the process. I had attendants that served me before as vessels but they were butchered in the war. Without any female hosts my power has been useless...till you arrived." Ashes cried out again from unwanted pleasure. Bent over like this, her breasts were taking so much space they were starting to grow into her face. Her nipples and areola were growing too, now each nipple alone as fat around as a large coin! She was dribbling milk uncontrollably into the silken soft sand in the chamber. Her legs started to buckle and Urb gently grabbed her breasts from behind to hold them up enough to guide her over to a stand and ease her down. The stone stand pressed against her front, cupping her bloated boobs at the base, holding them off her body slightly for comfort. This is where past avatars sat as well. Ashe was trying to resist the unwanted pleasure, but doing so was also holding back the magic and causing it to drag out longer than necessary. Telling herself once again this was for the village....no matter how embarrassing. Ashe willed herself to relax as much as possible and the growth sped up accordingly. Kneeled her breasts were taller than she was now! She gripped the warm rubbery wall of flesh and moaned in pleasure, letting down her guard. Ashe knew she wouldn't be going anywhere from now on, when she realised the huge bowl-like indentations were not to collect milk in- it was for her breasts to sit in! Milk ran down reservoirs like small rivers, running along walls and forming patterns through floors, veining out through the entire temple. Wherever a pathway drained into the ground, the sand compacted and revived, becoming soil. The ancient bones of tree roots and withered seed husks in the ground came back to life as small plants and trees alike erupted from the ground like green fireworks! The temple yard became a verdant paradise in under half an hour. Very slowly the sand around the temple started to compact and live again, as Urn's power slowly seeped out into the rest of the land. On the back wall two gigantic areola stuck out with tree-stump sized nipples perpetually spurting streams of rich sweet milk. On the other side of the wall, two breasts took up almost the entire chamber! At the apex, Ashe sat marveling at the gigantic masses that had grown from her. Urn sat onto of them, patting and gently rubbing the tender skin as both Ashe and Urn watched the sand in the hourglass drain out of Bustdowl village.

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Title: How Do You Spell Relief? Ch. 1 Tags: story computer, hugged cock, literotica site, huge mess, watch sexy, man i, mouth idea, surfing porn, extremely large, hard swallow I’m your typical horny 18-year-old teenaged kid. I’m pretty good looking, have lots of friends, jerk off all the time and am a virgin. I am blessed with an extremely large cock and I can’t wait for the day I feel confident enough to whip this big mother out and take on the world. I have had no sexual experience whatsoever but I’ve been surfing porn sites long enough to know there’s a wild and wonderful world out there waiting for me. I live at home with my beautiful mom. She’s a fox. When she stands beside my 6’4” frame, she looks like a frickin midget because she’s not even five feet tall. I must have got my height from my dad (who I never knew). I’d love to be able to tell you that my mom has the biggest tits in the world but I’d be bullshitting. She’s got a nice pair of B-Cups (I checked her bra) that look plenty big enough on her tiny little frame. I‘ve been able to pick her 90 pounds up with one hand for several years and we always joke about her giving me a spanking or something because she’d have to stand on a ladder to whack me. When we’re playing and horsing around, I often pick her up and sit her in the crook of one arm. Mom is really, really pretty but because she’s so damn shy, because she’s got a big teenage kid (me) and because she’s small enough that she looks like a thirteen year old, she hasn’t dated since I can remember. Dad fucked off after getting mom pregnant and this tiny slip of a woman raised me all by myself. I often feel more like her big brother, especially in public, like when I help her with grocery shopping and stuff. She’s so small she looks more like my little sister and she looks young enough to pull it off. I often pick her up and lift her up so she can reach things. It started out as a joke (instead of just getting it for her) but we both seemed to like it and it has become a bit of a habit. She will often say, “Please pick me up Tommy, I can’t reach this.” I am always more than happy to do so. I guess it makes me feel kind of like her big man and I sort of like the way mom seems a little helpless when she’s around me, even if she’s pretending that she needs me so much. I love my mom very much and I worry about the day I leave home because sometimes I worry that I won’t be there to look after her and protect her. That’s preposterous of course and I have to remind myself that I wasn’t always this big and that she did a great job of raising me and looking after us until I grew up. Still, she seems so vulnerable and I care for her so deeply that it will be tough to leave home. I often fantasize about marrying my future wife and having my mom come to live with us just so I can watch out for her. It was rather late on a weeknight and I should have been in bed already. I had a class first thing in the morning and I was working hard to maintain a high grade point average. I was feeling a little burned out after completing a big assignment and thought I’d surf a few porn sites before turning in. To help me relax a bit, I usually jerked off at least once before going to bed every night. It helped me get to sleep much faster and I seemed to have much better dreams. I went onto the Literotica site and started reading some of the new stories. The stories have lots of themes and for some reason, I seemed to find the best and nastiest jerk off material in the ‘Mature’ and ‘Incest’ categories. There are times when I like a nice slow jerk off session but most nights, I just want to blow my load and hit the sack as soon as I can. I retrieved the roll of jumbo paper towels I had stashed under my computer desk and doubled up two towels. Consistent with my nightly routine, I also tore off a third paper towel that I would use to wipe off the huge amount of precum that oozed out of my cock while I was jerking off. I’m sure there must be a better system for catching cum but a couple of big paper towels seemed to do the trick. Once, I made the mistake of using only one thickness of paper towel and when I came, my cum blasted right through the towel and made a huge mess on my monitor and keyboard. I didn’t make that mistake twice! Anyway, I found a particularly nasty story about a young man who was seduced by an older woman. She used her big tits to seduce him and in no time flat, she had her lips wrapped around his big cock and was sucking him off like crazy. She had a thing for cum and couldn’t wait for him to blow his load in her sucking mouth. The author jazzed up the story by making her say all kinds of dirty, nasty things that really made my dick hard. I eased down my sweat pants until they were around my ankles and stepped out of them with one leg so that I could spread my legs more. This gave my big balls lots of room and I kind of liked the way they hung down and dangled over the edge of the chair as I jerked off. I started stroking my dick and looked down at it for a minute. I hadn’t yet got used to the size of my cock but I knew from surfing porn sites that it was a big one. With very few exceptions, my cock was much larger than most I had ever seen on the Internet. One of my favourite techniques was to simply wrap both hands around the shaft of my cock in a baseball grip, apply a reasonable amount of pressure and start stroking. I’d try to develop a rhythm that caused by balls to dance around softly. Sometimes when I got really carried away, I could hurt my balls by making them crash around too much. As I stroked my big cock I continued to read the nasty story on my computer. I went back and re-read the part where the woman offered to suck this dude’s cock and slowly unzipped him. She pulled out his big cock and before he knew what hit him, she plunged her mouth down hard over the head of his cock taking in a considerable amount of cock meat. Of course, his eyes rolled back in his head and he became amazed as she slowly and deliberately started to deep throat his big cock. She kept trash talking about wanting his big load of yummy cum. I was stroking pretty good by now and wasn’t far off from blowing my load. As always, I was trying to make it so that I could blow my load into the paper towel at the precise moment this lucky son-of-a-gun blew his load into the nasty woman’s sucking mouth. Then, just like in so many of the stories I’d read, I got caught red handed. My mom was making her way down the hall to her bedroom and she opened the door and stuck her head into my room to say goodnight. Fuck! I was just a few strokes from exploding and there was my mom, standing wide eyed and paralysed in the doorway looking at my huge cock that I had a two fisted grip on. There was about five or six inches of cock showing above my two-handed grip and the big mushroom shaped head on my cock was swollen and red with anger. I looked at mom and was just as shocked as she was and probably a lot more embarrassed. I squeezed hard down on my cock to try and stem my orgasm and for the moment, it seemed to be working. I released the grip on my cock and as quickly as I could, yanked down my t-shirt to cover my private area. I had to strain to stop myself from cumming. I wore a thin white t-shirt and the outline of my very hard cock was plainly visible through the thin material but it was better than nothing. The t-shirt didn’t cover my balls and I tried unsuccessfully to scoot my chair under the desk to hide my big hanging balls. Mom put both hands over her mouth as if she was trying not to scream. I could see that she was shocked and didn’t know what to say. Fortunately, our relationship was so strong and so good that I knew we’d be OK. “I’m really sorry mom. I should have locked the door or something” (Even though there are no locks on our bedroom doors). I could have jerked off in the bathroom and locked the door but I was kind of hooked on masturbating in front of a nasty story on my computer. “It’s not your fault Tommy, I shouldn’t have barged in you like that. I should have knocked first. I’m so sorry Tommy.” “Hey, it’s OK mom, I’m just really embarrassed that’s all. I hope you don’t think I’m a dirty little pervert or anything.” “Of course not Tommy. I know you’ve grown to become a big healthy man and you need to get relief somehow. I actually feel much better knowing that you are taking care of your needs this way instead of running around with some dirty little sluts who would probably end up pregnant or give you some kind of disease.” “I’m really sorry mom. It’s just with everything that’s going on right now, I get kind of wound up and stressed out and this is the only thing that helps me get to sleep.” “Oh honey, I had no idea you were stressed out. Why didn’t you talk to me about it? There must be something I could do to help.” “I’d be too embarrassed to talk to you about this.” “Nonsense. You’re my little baby and I’d do anything for you. All you have to do is ask.” “Thanks mom, I love you.” “I love you too sweetheart. Can I ask you a question?” “Sure mom.” “How often do you have to seek relief like that?” “Usually a few times a day.” “Every day?” “Usually. In the morning, when I get home from school and before I go to bed like right now” “And it helps you relax.” “It’s about the only thing that seems to work. Sometimes it doesn’t work because it’s hard to get stimulated enough to ….er, finish and it just makes it worse. That’s why I had the computer on. I was trying to find some stories that aroused me enough to help me…… er, finish.” “What type of stories seem to work? Can I see what you’re reading?” “Aw mom, this is getting too personal. I’d be too embarrassed to let you see what I was reading.” “Nonsense!” Mom walked right over to the computer and looked at the story. It was right at the part where the woman was trying to swallow several mouthfuls of cum from the young guys cock. “This one is well written isn’t it?” “Yes, I like the way this guy writes. Usually I just try and slip myself into the story and into the character’s shoes long enough to….finish.” “ You poor baby, I had no idea.” Mom was standing behind me looking over my shoulder at the computer. Thankfully, the screen saver kicked in and the story disappeared. She started rubbing my shoulders and kissed the back of my head. I was still trying to act as if everything was OK. I was super glad that my mom was so cool about all of this but that didn’t help much. I was still trying to hide my cock with my t-shirt and it was painfully obvious that if she looked, she could see my big balls hanging over the edge of the chair. “Tommy, I’m so sorry for interrupting. You know I would do anything for you. I’ve probably made things worse for you because instead of getting the relief you need, I interrupted you at just the wrong moment and you are probably feeling more tense than ever. Would it help if I gave you a massage with these little hands of mine? I know my hands aren’t big but they’re pretty darned strong and a good massage might help relax you.” “That would be great mom but as you can see, I’m not really all that decent right now. I’ll just try and figure out how to deal with this. Maybe another time, OK mom?” “Nonsense. You’re my son and there’s nothing you should be embarrassed about. Remember mister, I’m the one who changed your diapers.” “Well mom, it’s a little different now. I’m not exactly a little baby anymore.” “I can see that but you’re still my boy and there isn’t anything I won’t do for you. Now hop on the bed and let me give you a good massage.” “I can’t mom, my…er, thing is really hard right now and there’s no point in trying to give me a massage while it’s like this. I’ll try and figure out how to make it go away and then maybe you can give me a massage tomorrow night. How does that sound?” “I’m not taking no for an answer young man. It’s getting late and you need your sleep. I’m the one who wrecked it for you and now you have to let me make good. If we have to take care of that big thing of yours first, then that’s what we’ll do.” “We?” “Sure, why not? I used to be pretty good with one of those things and if that’s what it will take to let my baby have a good night’s sleep, then that’s what we’re going to do.” “What do you mean mom?” “Well son, if it’s hard for you to get relief and you have to look at dirty stories to help you … finish as you put it, then maybe your mom can work some magic for you. I’m sure that having a strange pair of hands on that big guy will make it different enough from your own hands that you might….finish sooner. Then you can get to bed and have a good night’s sleep. Now turn your chair around so I can see what I have to work with.” “Mom, I don’t think this is a good idea. I’m not sure it would work.” “Why not?” “You’re my mom for heaven’s sake. How am I supposed to get into the right headspace when it’s my mom that’s …. feeling me?” “Do you remember when I helped you with your drama lessons and we used to read lines together?” “Ya.” “Well this will be the same thing. If you’re able to project yourself into a story on your silly computer then you should be able to project yourself into a character. We’ll pretend it’s a little skit and in this scene, I’m not your mom. I’ll be an actress who can be anybody you want me to me. Just forget I’m your mom and go with it.” “Go with what?” “Improvise silly. I read enough of your story to know what turns you on. I’ll pretend to be a nasty little slut that craves your big cock.” “Mom!” “Don’t ‘Mom’ me young man.” We’ll just be acting remember? It’s won’t be your mother saying all those nasty words, it’ll be your devoted little cumslut.” “How do you even know those words?” “I have access to the Internet too you know. I have needs just like you. Do you think you’re the only person in the world that has to masturbate to get relief? Fat chance. It just so happens that I surf that Literotica site too and I’ll bet we’ve both got off on the same stories. I know all the words Tommy, and as long as we’re acting and we don’t hurt each other, I want to help you get the relief you so badly need.” “I don’t know mom.” “Look, I’m your mom and its time you did what you were told, don’t make me stand up on a chair so I can whack you one upside the head.” We both started laughing at her joke. We often made jokes about the difference in our sizes and she always joked about having to get up on a ladder to smack me in the head. “Now spin that chair around and let’s start acting. We’ve got to get that t-shirt off you anyway, look at the size of that wet spot.” “Are you really sure you want to do this?” “Of course, now turn around.” I wasn’t really sure how I felt about all of this. This was a whole other side to the mom that I loved so much. I had a concern that this might somehow change the nature of our relationship forever. We were such a good team and I didn’t want anything to hurt that. On the other hand, I was kind of excited about the possibilities. The few words of trash talk that came out of mom’s mouth made my cock even harder. I couldn’t believe that she would even know those words never mind say them, and especially to me! I slowly spun the chair around and faced her. Mom’s eyes seemed to be stuck on my big balls. They hung down several inches over the edge of the chair and my big, soft sack was gently swinging. “My Tommy, I had no idea that you were so….. so well ….well, you know….big!” “I’m sorry if I gross you out mom, you don’t have to do this you know.” “You don’t gross me out, it’s just that I’ve never seen anything so big. You’re a lot bigger than most of the guys on the porn sites we’ve been talking about.” “How can you tell, I haven’t even lifted my shirt up yet?” “I’m not blind Tommy. For a starter, I can plainly see your huge balls. And in case you hadn’t noticed, that thin t-shirt of yours isn’t doing much to hide the size of your …penis.” “What do we do now mom?” “Let’s get into our characters. We’ll have to improvise because we don’t have a script to work from. You be who you want to be and I’ll try and be like some of the women in those stories. Remember, it’s just acting and anything goes. For the next little while, I’m not your mom anymore. To start with, you take the lead and we’ll see how well we can improvise. All we need to do is make your balls empty themselves so you can get the relief you need and then we can both go to bed and get a good nights sleep.” “I’ don’t know where to start.” “Oh for goodness sakes. OK, I’ll start. I’ll have to wing it so here goes….” “Hi there young man, my name is Doctor Love, I understand you have a bit of a problem with your penis.” “Why yes Doctor, when it gets hard like this it becomes very uncomfortable and I can’t seem to get to sleep at night. I’m not sure what to do about it.” “I see. Hmmm. Have you ever masturbated young man?” “What’s that mean Doctor?” “Um, that’s when you rub your penis until it ejaculates.” “Ejaculates, what’s that?” “It would appear that you don’t have any experience with masturbation and in my professional opinion, it’s the easiest and quickest way to bring you the relief you need. Here’s what we’re going to do. I’m going to show you how to masturbate. I will rub your penis until it ejaculates and then you’ll know how that feels. I’m sure that once you ejaculate, your penis will no longer be hard and you’ll feel much better.” “If you say so Doctor.” “Please remove your shirt. I’ll need to inspect your penis and testicles before we begin. We want to make sure there are no complications that will prevent you from masturbating.” “Yes doctor.” I took off my shirt and leaned back into the chair. I hunched forward a little so that my balls were hanging well over the edge of the chair. My cock would be hanging over the edge too if it was soft but it wasn’t. It was rock hard and was standing up straight and lying across my stomach. The head of my cock was several inches north of my belly button. I watched for mom’s reaction and interpreted her look as one of awe with perhaps a dash of apprehension. “My, my, we certainly have a lot to work with young man. Has anyone ever told you that you are extremely well gifted?” “Gifted.” “Oh yes my boy, there are men all over the world that would give anything to have equipment like that.” “Equipment.” “Your penis and testicles my boy. Your big cock and your big balls. You are extremely well endowed and as a matter of fact, you have the largest cock and balls that I’ve ever seen.” “Is that a bad thing Doctor?” “Not as long as you use it properly. You could do serious harm to a woman with a penis that large but if you use it correctly, you can give untold pleasure.” “What do I have to do to use it properly?” “We’ll have to discuss that on another occasion. I think you should make at least two appointments a week to see me and we can teach you how to use that cock of yours properly. Right now however, we need to make you ejaculate so that you can relieve the pressure you’re feeling.” “Whatever you say Doctor.” “Good. Now typically, it is necessary for the patient to be sexually stimulated before beginning to masturbate. I can see that you are already in a considerable state of arousal but it is important to follow protocol. Because there are no pornographic materials I can give you, I will have to improvise the best I can. Fortunately, I am a woman and I have a hunch that if I let you see my naked body, it will provide the necessary stimuli to help you with this exercise.” I wondered if mom was really going to take her clothes off or whether she was just kidding. In the next instant however, she unbuttoned her robe and slipped it off revealing her beautiful body. “You may have noticed that I am very small but I think you can plainly see (as she held up her breasts to me) that I have all the right equipment and in fact, my breasts are rather large given my size.” I continued to lean back in the chair and couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Mom was naked and absolutely gorgeous. I had no idea her tits were so big. It’s not that they were huge by any stretch of the imagination but on her little frame, they looked huge. She had a tiny little waist and what appeared to be a shaved pussy. She removed her hands from in front of her and spread her legs a bit. It was shaved! If you looked at her from the waist down, she could have been a ten year old! So small and that little shaved pussy made her look so young! She continued to feel her own tits and started pulling on her nipples. “OK young man, I am going to attempt to arouse you so that we may begin.” Attempt! I’m there! If I get any more aroused I won’t have to jerk off. I wouldn’t even have to touch it! It will just start spewing thick ropes of cum all by itself! But hey, I’ll play along. After all, it’s just acting right? She sat on the edge of my bed and spread her legs. Then, she ran a finger in and around her little pussy lips before sinking a finger deep inside her. She slowly brought the finger up to her lips and very seductively, licked and then sucked the pussy juice off her finger. Fuck! Slipping “out of character” for a moment, my mom asked if I was still ok with this. I answered in one barely audible word….”Yes.” As soon as I said yes, she smiled and slipped back into the role of the horny diminutive Doctor. “Well young man, you seem to aroused sufficiently to allow us to proceed.” (No shit!) “I want you to sit back and relax and let the Doctor take the pressure away from that extremely large cock of yours.” “Thank you Doctor.” Mom, er I mean the Doctor, slipped onto her knees and scooted over between my legs. She rubbed her tits back and forth against first one of my legs and then the other. Her tits felt so soft and I could feel her hard nipples digging into me as she dragged them across my legs. She reached behind her head and pulled the comb out of her hair. Her long black hair cascaded down and around her shoulders. Fuck she’s beautiful. She lowered her head and rubbed her silky hair up and down my legs and thighs and finally started rubbing the top of her head on my balls. She kept gently rubbing my balls with her hair. I could tell she was being as gentle as possible and from time to time she carefully lifted my sack and balanced it on her head. By now, precum was flowing out of the piss slit on the end of my cock and I resisted the urge to wipe it off. Finally, mom leaned back and her face had become completely transformed. All of a sudden I didn’t think of her as my mom anymore. I had never really seen her let her hair down like this (pun intended) and from her kneeling position, she kept her head down but looked up into my eyes with a face that belonged to a sexy, lusty angel. She smiled at me and then turned her attention to my cock. She reached up with one hand and scooped as much of the precum as possible off the end of my dick. Then looking me in the eyes again, she brought her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. She repeated the process until most of the precum had disappeared. Then, she took both hands and grabbed the shaft of my cock about half way up. There were inches of cock above and below her two handed grip. She tried to squeeze my cock hard enough so that her little hands could meet around the shaft of my cock but with no success. “My goodness young man, you certainly have a big cock. As a Doctor, I see many naked men and I have to tell you that I’ve never had the pleasure of seeing a cock as big as this. This is truly a magnificent specimen.” “Thank you Doctor.” Reaching down to heft my sack with her little hands, she said, “Now let’s see if we can empty these big balls of yours and give you the relief you so richly deserve.” She returned her hands and as best she could, gripped my cock in her tiny hands. She started slowly stroking my cock and I thought I was going to die from the pleasure. It felt so fucking good! I could see she was having trouble stroking me while she was on her knees. She is so little that she had to push my cock up on the upstroke. She stood up and resumed her grip. She was short enough that with me sitting in the chair, she was at the perfect height to play with my cock. And play with it she did. She started pumping and pulling and twisting my cock. At first she started off gently but soon started to become far more aggressive. Until now, she had been silent but almost under her breath, she started muttering obscenities. “Come on baby, cum for mommy.” What happened to the Doctor? Was she acting as the Doctor or was she doing this as my mom? Either way, I was more turned on than I had ever been in my short life. “Come on baby. God I love your big fuckstick. Look at the size of this fucking cock. Fuck. Come on baby, cum for mommy. Cum for me baby. Make this big, fat cock shoot. Cum buckets for mommy baby. Cum for me Tommy.” Mom was working up a bit of a sweat as she pumped like crazy on my cock. I watched as her tits jiggled all over the place as she jerked me off. This was great. Fuck this was great. I tore my gaze from her bouncing tits and noticed that she was staring right at the end of my cock as if she was trying to will the cum out of my cock. I was getting pretty close. She stood closer to me for a second and rubbed her tits back and forth across my cock. Man that felt good. I was really enjoying the feeling of her soft tits rubbing on my cock when she stood back and resumed pumping my cock. Ok, I’m almost there. I reached behind me and grabbed the paper towels off my desk. I knew this was going to be a big one and I was worried that the two towels weren’t going to do the job. Mom looked at me and looked at the paper towels in my hand. Slipping back into the role of the Doctor she said, “What are those for young man?” “I’m going to use them to catch all the cum so I don’t make a big mess.” “That won’t be necessary.,” she said and then reached up with one hand, took the towels away from me and threw them over her shoulder. “Um, I don’t think you understand Doctor. This is going to be a big one and I’m going to make a huge mess. If you don’t give me the towels back.” “Look young man, (she said as she pumped furiously on my cock. She was pumping so hard her speech came out jumpy, almost like she was working a jack hammer) with all due respect, I am the Doctor and part of your treatment will be to analyze the quantity and quality of your sperm. I can’t do that if you ejaculate into a paper towel.” “Its just that I’m going to come a lot and I was worried about the mess.” “You leave that to me young man.” Whatever, man this was cool. I was right on the edge and ready to blast off. “Um, Doctor?” “Yes young man?” “I’m going to cum now, is that OK.” “Of course it is, you just go right ahead and let me take care of everything.” “Yes Doctor.” I didn’t know where to look. I couldn’t make up my mind whether I wanted to watch her sexy little hands working my cock over or look at her sweaty bouncing tits or watch her sexy face as she stared hard at the end of my cock. “I’m cumming!” As soon as I said it, mom whispered “yes” and plunged her mouth over the end of my cock. It was a tight fit but she got the whole head of my cock in her mouth and she continued to pump furiously on my cock. I’m sure my eyes just about bugged out of my head when she stuffed the head of my cock in her mouth. I had no idea she would go this far. I had never had a blowjob before but I had seen thousands of blowjob photos on porn sites. This was my first blowjob and I was getting it from my own mom! I lost it. I felt the cum come boiling up the shaft of my cock and shoot straight into mom’s little mouth. I watched her cheeks bloat out as my load filled her mouth and then saw her work hard to swallow as fast as she could. I could see her working hard to swallow the thick mouthfuls of cum. She pulled her mouth off until she just had a lip-lock on the very end of my cock to make it easier for her to swallow and she continued to stroke me off into her mouth, I saw stars. I got a body rush. I was glad I was sitting down because if I had been standing, I would have fallen down for sure. Without thinking, I grabbed mom’s head and held it onto the end of my dick while I continued to pump cum. It felt like I was pumping a half a gallon of thick lumpy cum into mom’s mouth and I had no idea how she was managing to swallow it all. Aside from a little bit that leaked out of the corners of her mouth, every drop was heading down her throat and into her tummy. She was mewing like a little kitten and seemed to be loving every second of this. She reached over and grabbed my hands and with a bit of prompting, got me to hold my cock for her while she sucked it. “Pump the rest of your yummy cum into my mouth Tommy, I want it all…please.” Her hands left my cock. One hand ended up pulling on one of her nipples and the other hand disappeared between her legs. In another few seconds, I watched as she arched her back and had what I assumed was a huge fucking orgasm. She half screamed onto my cock without releasing it from her mouth. I started to mellow out as the flow of cum started to subside. I looked down at mom and fell deeply in love with her. It felt different than the love I have for her as my mom and I didn’t know what to make of it. She continued to suck me off and finally, took my cock out of her mouth and held it close to her face to look at it. “I love you Tommy and I love your big cock. That was the best cum I’ve ever tasted and I’m not sure I could ever get enough of it. I want to drown in your cum.” I didn’t know what to say and watched as she hugged my cock hard into her cheek. She stuck out her tongue and playfully tapped the end of my cock on her pointy tongue. “I love you too mom. That was great! I’ve never felt anything as good as that. Thank you.” “If it’s OK with you Tommy, I don’t want to be ‘the Doctor’ anymore tonight. I just want to be your mom, is that OK?” “It’s very OK mom. I love you.” She hugged my cock hard into her cheek again and then rubbed it all over her face. She licked it all over and then dipped her head down under my balls and planted dozens of kisses on the soft skin of my sack. My cock had softened considerably and was only half hard. I loved the way it felt when she rubbed it over her face. Mom reached behind her and slipped on her robe. She got up and stood between my legs and pulled my head into her bosom, hugging me tightly. “Do you think you’ll be able get to sleep now baby?” “I think so mom. Thanks very much. I’ve never felt so good.” “Me either son. I hope you’re Ok with what we did. If you’d like, I can help you out with your ‘pressure’ anytime you like. I think we should have a long talk about what just happened tonight but for now, you should get to bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow is Friday and if you don’t have any plans, maybe we can spend the evening tomorrow talking about this.” “That would be great mom, I’d love to.” “It’s a date then. Goodnight baby.” With that, mom kissed the top of my head, squeezed my hands and left my room quietly shutting the door. It would take me the rest of the night to think over what had just happened and I wouldn’t know any more than I did right then. Where do we go from here? I guess we’ll find out tomorrow night. *To be continued ….. (if you readers want more)*

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Title: 100 Years in Purgatory Ch. 04 Tags: werewolf, fantasy, ghost, nonhuman *Note; Beautiful young Alpha 4 and 100 years in Purgatory are the same story. The omniscient tells over version, and JT tells the other. Greetings one and all, I'm JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in a 20th Century Cathouse in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso. I thought of myself as a personal assistant. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pearly gates Saint Peter called me a pimp and sent me to purgatory. I've been stuck in Purgatory for the last ten decades. In order to redeem myself for having taken advantage of these poor delicate flowers and earn my way into heaven I have served as a protector for sexually adventurous women, ensuring that they are kept safe while they seek to satisfy their carnal cravings.* \~\~\~ What's up everybody? Here's what's going on with me. I recently got an appointment from Saint Peter that I wasn't excited about, but I tried to make the best of it. If you have read my other reports you know about Sharon, the divorcee who was getting her whore on. I was working on another update on the stuff she was doing, when she found herself a new man. All of a sudden she developed morals and values, and quit the Slut life cold turkey. I'll never figure women out. Since then I'd been having a slow couple of months, so Saint Peter found other things for me to do. The other day he called me onto his cloud and said, "How would you like to spend some time in Gum Swamp Creek?" "Where?" was all I was able to say before he cut me off, and continued to speak. He said, "My friend Luna, the moon goddess, has asked me to have someone fix a problem her new female Werewolf Alpha is having with a witch. Well you can imagine how surprised I was. "You know Luna?" I asked incredulously. I shut my mouth when he shot me a look. I cleared my throat, and then said, "Nothing, sir." Then I left it alone, and moved on. Then I started to complain about having to deal with Werewolves and witches, but when I saw his expression I shut-up again. Pete closed his eyes and shook his head, and then he said, "You're afraid. Oh ye of little faith. Do you doubt the power you have access to? "Take this work order and go do your job." I just raised an eyebrow, frowned and then said, "Yes sir." Even with Pete's assurances I still didn't feel good about the assignment. Supernatural creatures give me the creeps, but I had my marching orders. The good news was, I was permitted to shift into human, Werewolf, or Werecat form when I was with anyone associated with the Wolf pack, since officially I was working for Luna. If an opportunity presented itself, I could have some fun with the she-wolves, and she-cats in the pack. \~\~\~ So here I am at seven thirty a m, sitting on the roof of the Alpha's mansion, while Julie is painting her nails, and pampering herself before she goes to work. I have to give credit where credit is due though, these Werewolves and Werecats live in luxury. This place is laid out. The lawn looks like a carpet, the landscaping is on point, and that courtyard and pool looks like something you'd see at a high end resort. I'm not crazy about getting involved with Witches, Werewolves and Werecats, but at least I'm gonna be living in style for a couple if days, and I haven't even mentioned, Julie is hot. I had about an hour until my host; someone named Alex was scheduled to pick me up somewhere on highway twenty three. I would be posing as a hitchhiker. I don't know why we needed to meet that way, but that's what my orders were. It probably has something to do with the fact that Saint Peter is a big fan of private investigator television shows. That guy can be so lame sometimes. Regardless I had time to go have a look at all the creatures in the pack. The first person within the pack, my work order suggested I investigate, was this old wolf named Amanda, just to be sure she wasn't the one causing all this trouble. \~ In an instant I was in her bedroom, just in time to watch her getting dressed. She was standing in front of a full length mirror as naked as the day she was born. And damn, what a big fine ass she had. She might be older, and her ass was seriously big, but she still looked good. I have a weakness for big round titties and a fat hairy pussy. She had both. I could already see it was going to be tough staying focused on the job I was here to do. The next thing I noticed though, was she was talking or maybe she was chanting to someone in her mirror. I was happy the mirror didn't speak back to her. I know Pete said I was the most powerful force in pack territory, but I still didn't like dealing with voodoo. Right before I left, I took a deep breath to scent her pussy. It smelled delicious I think. It was hard to tell with that rose scented candle she had burning. \~ Next I popped in on the two Omega couples. I wasn't expecting to have much, if any contact with them, but their names tickled me. I went to Fred and Wilma Flinstons' first. They were in the kitchen fixing breakfast, and chatting, but Fred called her Betty. Fred was a tall dark skinned man with bowed legs and a big gut. Wilma was short and thick, top to bottom. Based on their scent, I could tell they were wolves. There wasn't anything going on, at their place, so I moved on. I wondered why Fred had called her Betty though. \~ Next was Barney and Betty Ruble's place. The scene at the Rubles was similar to the Flinstons. They were also a pair of older wolves, eating breakfast. Barney was short, stocky and muscular. Betty was also a thick woman. They all seemed pleasant enough, but the same thing happened here as it had at the Flinstons. Barney had called his wife Wilma. I wondered if they were swingers. \~ When I made it to Del and Marta's home, they were still in bed. Being the sports fan that I am, I was excited to see Del Demps, since he was a retired NFL player. As soon as I saw the strange pattern of lumps and bumps under the bed covers, I realized they were fucking. Del's huge body completely covered Marta's, except for her legs which were open wide. The big man was giving Marta's pussy a good thrashing, and she was asking for more. She was saying, "Oh yes, tear it up baby. Give it all to me. Pound my pussy baby. Oh my Luna, your little dick is so damn good to me. I love you so much baby." I shook my head and smiled. People's kinks never cease to amaze me. I guess these to are into little dick humiliation. Whatever they're into, it must work because he had that bed creaking with every powerful thrust. He was seriously dropping the hammer on her. They went at it like that for a few minutes, until Del rose up on his knees and threw back the covers. My favorite scent quickly filled my nose. Marta's pussy scent smelled fresh and clean. He put her legs on his shoulders and started hammering her pussy hard and fast. She was sopping wet, and making the smacking sound I love to hear when I'm fucking someone. Moments later both of them came, first Marta then Del. They let out a howl of satisfaction. Del rolled off of her, and laid splayed on his back. His thick cock was covered in a creamy mixture of Marta's juices and his cum. Her pussy was gaping open, and cum was running down onto her ass. She was breathing hard and grinning when she said, "Oh my Luna. Del I love what you do to me. Don't ever stop fucking me baby. Lay there a minute baby, let me clean you up." She was on her knees with Del's cock in her mouth when I realized, I'd spent more time there than I'd planned. "That was pretty fucking hot," I thought. By the time I made it back to the Alpha's mansion, the four younger women were already dressed. Two of them were eating cereal, and the other two had left their apartment. "Damn it," I cursed at myself. I wanted to watch them wash their pussies before they got dressed. I'd make a point to watch them Saturday morning. But back to the task at hand, I hadn't seen, heard or smelled anything suspicious in anybody else's space. Playing detective isn't my thing, but with everybody going about their day, I decided to do some more investigating. I almost didn't want to find anything weird going on. I mean, I was among Werewolves and Werecats, what could be weirder than that, When I floated through the old part of the Alpha's mansion I felt a force field repelling me when I was near the pictures hanging above the fireplace. There was definitely something not quite right here. I'd already heard Amanda chanting and talking to her mirror, and my work order says a rose scented candle is a main ingredient in sexual desire spells. What the hell do I know about witches? "Hopefully that shaman can help me sort that out." I thought. Sex and breaking kneecaps is my area of expertise. \~\~\~ I was hoping that this Alex person could tell me who the witches were, so I could dispose of them, and get out of here. At approximately eight fifteen a m, a beautiful woman with a killer body pulled her motorcycle to the shoulder of the road where I had just materialized in my most swagger-licious form. I stood six foot four, and two hundred and forty pounds. I gave her a big confident smile, and offered her my hand to shake. After a long moment of staring with her mouth open, she spoke to me. I detected a hint of a British accent when she said, "Hello, I'm Alex. Nice to meet you, JT," as we shook hands. Using a voice I was sure she would associate with an Alpha male in her world, I said, "Hello Alex. I'm pleased to meet you as well." She licked her lips, then smacked them before she said, "Hop on, let me take you for a ride." I stared at her and then said, "Look at you, and then look at me. I'm twice as big as you, how is this going to work?" Alex grinned at me and then repeated herself, when she said, "Hop on, let me take you for a ride." The look on her face was animalistic. Then she said, "Keep your feet on the footrest. Put your arms around me and hold me tight." When I embraced her from behind, she snuggled backwards into me. My left arm was around her stomach, and my right arm was across her breasts. We took off like a bat out of hell. I held onto her tighter. I have a feeling that's what she wanted me to do. We rode a few miles further along highway twenty-three, before we turned onto the Gum Swamp Creek Parkway. Someone at the department of transportation must have had a sense of humor. The parkway consisted of one lane. When she put the hammer down and zoomed along the narrow road, I held onto her so tight until her soft ass was pressed against my dick. We rode in that position for a mile or so until we pulled up in front of the U shaped Alpha's mansion, in the center of a compound with about a dozen houses scattered about. Julie, Angel, and Darby were outside waiting for us. When Alex and I climbed off of her bike, I crossed my hands in front of me because my dick was as hard as a rock. She and Julie hugged each other a long time, and even kissed each other on the mouth. After they were done loving on each other, Julie introduced Alex to Angel and Darby. Alex then introduced me to Julie, Angel and Darby. Since I'm a spirit I have no scent, but I wanted to put everyone at ease, so I used a little magic of my own. I made my scent smell like a wolf to the Werewolf women, and the Werecats would scent cat when they sniffed me. Just before we walked inside Alex whispered into Julie's ear saying, "Damn Jules, it smells like a cat-house around here?" Then she laughed. The other women heard her, and i could see they were embarrassed, but it was probably because they knew I'd heard what she said too. I kept a straight face and kept walking, but I could smell the scent of arousal from each of them including Alex, and my nuts were starting to respond. \~ My mind was taken off my nuts briefly, when we walked through the parlor, past the paintings hanging above the fireplace. I felt that same sensation again. There was some type of force pushing me away. Julie paused for a moment to tell Alex that the two people in the paintings were her parents. During the couple of minutes we were in the parlor, the scent from the women's pussies had gotten even stronger. \~ By the time we were sitting in Julie's office, their scent was starting to get to me. I couldn't wait until I could change back to spirit form. I needed to recharge my self control. I was having a hard time focusing when Alex took the floor and gave me a big-time introduction. She said, "He's a bad-ass kind of angel, one who hits people in the ass with lightning bolts, so forth and so on. "He was sent by Luna to help me destroy the witches who are attacking y'all." "The witches would be able to sense that I was coming for them, and they'd probably kill me before I ever got close." "They can't see, touch, taste, hear, scent, or even sense JT's presence if he doesn't want them to." "Now all we have to do is find them, and he will help destroy them without their knowing what hit them." When she finished talking, she looked at me and waited for me to say something. In fact all eyes were on me. They were waiting for the profound words that were about to come out of the mouth of an angel. But I couldn't speak. The scent from all of those hot pussies had finally gotten to me. The brain in my head was losing the battle with the brain in my dick. I was at the outer limits of my self-control. When I'm a spirit, inhaling the scent of pussy is just a guilty pleasure, but when I was in the form of a supernatural beast, I was struggling with my sexual urges just like any other male would. Sitting there with four gorgeous women, while smelling the musky aroma of pussy from all of them, finally broke my resolve. I needed to call on a higher power to get me through this crisis. I made a mental call to Saint Peter, and wouldn't you know it, after one, two, three rings, he still hadn't picked up his direct prayer line. The last thing I wanted to have to do, was call his boss, and ask him to give me strength to overcome my urge to fuck all four of these women right now. Thankfully he picked up on the fourth ring, one more and it would have gone to voicemail. "What is it JT," he asked, sounding very annoyed. Right then and there I knew I'd stepped in it, so I got real humble real fast and said, "Saint Peter I'm calling to ask you to lift me up, and give me the willpower to resist this temptation that is surrounding me." "I don't want to do wrong, but I just can't help myself." Saint Peter wasn't having it though, he said, "JT, you can't be serious. After a hundred years in purgatory, you still can't control your urge for pussy. "How are you ever going to get out of here, and become a full-time angel?" "Say ten hail Mary." Just before the line went dead I heard a woman say, "Pete come back to bed, I'm getting cold." I could have sworn it was Luna's voice I heard. I was still trying to wrap my head around that, when I heard Julie's voice calling me. She said, "JT, I know you can smell our scent, and I'm sorry about that, but that's what the five of us have been experiencing the last few days. "We're in a constant state of arousal, but the amulets we're wearing, help us maintain control." Today had been the worst day so far, I ordered the mated couples to stay in their homes, and so the men wouldn't be around us." "I'm sure this must be difficult for you." Then she got emotional before she said, "I believe someone is trying to destroy my pack by using sex." I cleared my throat and then said, "Considering the situation that exists here today, it does look that way, but it's not. "Luna had me do an investigation into that. I found that some Alphas would be more than happy to see your pack fail, before you can put your plan into motion, for becoming a champion for women's rights in the supernatural world." "But they aren't trying to destroy your pack? If they wanted to do that, they'd just have your throat torn out." I believe you're being attacked by the same witch who cast spells on your mother and father's pack." "That's why I'm here, to help you deal with these witches, and to give you the opportunity to do your work on behalf of supernatural women." "I think you're being attacked in at least two ways." "The first is by Amanda. I'm assuming she was casting a spell. My guess is the witch has put a hex on the full length mirror, she has in her bedroom to bewitch her." "The second is by the portraits of your parents. I think they are casting a spell somehow." "But the only evidence I have that points to the portraits, is that I couldn't get close to them, but that might be because of what I am. "Alex, tell me something," I said. "When you stopped to look at the portrait of Julie's parents, did you feel anything?" Alex smiled and then said, "Yeah, I felt like I wanted to fuck." Then she stared at me a long time and bit her bottom lip. Julie glared at her, and then spoke to her through their bond. I would love to know what she said. Whatever it was, it made Alex smile. I had to keep my mind on business, so I turned to Julie next and asked if she'd noticed anything unusual when she was in the parlor. She had plenty to say, she said, "I've been replaying in my mind a lot of feelings, and thoughts I've had since I've moved here, that I'd never had before. "I lived in that house for a few months, and I spent a lot of time in that parlor. Is that why I've become so attracted to girls? Oh my Luna." She said, holding her face in her hands. Alex got up and gave Julie a hug. Angel sat on the floor beside her feet, and then she began to rub against her legs. After Alex had rolled another chair over and sat next to Julie, I continued after I exhaled. I don't have normal emotions, but I felt for her. I looked at Darby and Angel, and then said, "Angel, Darby how about you two, have those portraits had any effect on you? Darby shook her head and then said, "I don't think I've ever seen those portraits before today, but I'm a healer and I always wear an amulet, so I would have been protected if I had. Then she said, 'You know what, I take that back, I didn't notice the portraits but I was in the parlor when we had our first meeting as a pack. I remember being so horny for the next couple of days, I had to do a chant to make myself cool down." Suddenly a light bulb turned on in Angels head, then she said, "Boss I remember how much we flirted, when we were sitting in the parlor, the first time I visited you. "The next time I was in there was for our first pack meeting. I don't think I cooled down since." Everyone laughed with her. "I hadn't been back in there until today though." I stared at Angel for a long moment and thought about the things I could do to her before I said, "Based on what y'all have said, it's very possible the portraits are being used to bewitch the pack." "I can tell y'all this, the scent from all four of you got stronger when we were in the parlor." "Please excuse my French, but I wanted to fuck y'all so bad until I had to call on Saint Peter for the strength to control myself." Julie exhaled heavily and then her shoulders drooped, that was the last thing she wanted to hear. I could see she was feeling sorry for herself. Her pity party lasted only for a moment. I guess there is some truth to the stuff I read about the inner strength of an Alpha. She looked at me with determination and said, "What is your plan? How are you going to destroy them?" But I looked at her shaking my head and smiling, and then said, "I'm not. I'm an angel, and I will not take a life. It's going to be done by Alex, with help from your pack, under your leadership Madame Alpha." When I told her that, she looked like she'd been punched in the gut, but to her credit she didn't throw another pity party this time, instead she took a breath and then asked, "How do you suggest we go about destroying them?" I kinda chuckled and said, "Funny you should ask me that. I just happen to have a plan, but I'm not sure you're going to like it. Unfortunately my boss watches a lot of TV, and he's a big fan of cop shows. His suggestion is for your pack to go undercover, make the witch think she has won. Once she thinks she has y'all under control, hopefully she will let her guard down and show herself. When she does Alex will whack her." Julie looked at Alex, and then she looked at me, she didn't look convinced that I had a good plan. I looked at the other women, and they were all looking around at each other, and then I said, "Tell me what you're thinking." Finally Julie spoke, she said, "You're suggesting that we do the freaky sexual stuff Amanda talks about, as well as the things I've seen in my dreams, right?" She was looking at Angel and Darby as she spoke. I cleared my throat and then said, "Yes, that's pretty much what I'm suggesting. If Pete says that's the way to go, it probably is." Everyone was quiet until Julie stood up and said, "Doing that would be pretty intense, I need to think about it. This would be a good time for a run. Let's meet at the sparring pit in fifteen minutes. \~\~\~ The women were excited about going for a run, but I wanted to take a pass. Alex explained how the running thing worked for them. I knew they were shape shifters, but when I really thought about seeing it happen, I said, "What the hell? Why not?" I watched while all the women stripped naked, and one by one they began to shift. Darby, Alex, and Julie were all super fit, and Darby had some serious muscles. Barb was slender with shaggy hair and a flat chest. She's cute but she could have been mistaken for a boy, but I could smell her womanly scent. Ashley was small at barely five feet tall. She had plenty curves though, and she's a fine looking little cat. Angel was as impressive naked as I'd imagined she'd be. What a perfect ass she had. When she shifted into her big Bengal tiger, I was impressed. As soon as they'd all shifted, they realized, the heat they felt as women wasn't there when they were in their wolf. That was good news, but now it was time for the bad news for me, I had to shift. I did like Julie had told me, and imagined myself as a wolf. It took me a few minutes to do it, but I did it. I was a big mostly black wolf. Suddenly I was looking at the world around me while standing only four feet tall, it was weird. Looking at my fur and my paws was surreal. I was still checking myself out when I heard Julie's voice in my head. I guess she was using her Alpha powers. She said, "C'mon JT, let's run. During the following three hours we ran and played and had fun. We would run for a while, and then we'd stop, wrestle, and nip at each other with our teeth. I've never had so much fun. Alex's wolf started the sex-play. She began to sniff and lick my wolf's sheath and balls, before she'd quickly run away. After a few minutes of watching us, the other wolves joined in, and started to playfully do it to each other. Soon my wolf got a little bolder, and started licking their ass and pussy, before he'd quickly scramble away, to keep them from biting him. The other wolves, except for Julie's wolf began to get bolder too, they were nuzzle my wolf's sheath with their snout, before they'd run away. It didn't take very long for the pink tip of my wolf's dick to pop out. Alex, Darby and Barb's wolf made a game of touching their nose to it. As soon as their nose touched it, they would jump back before my wolf's hind-end would start to hump. But Ashley's little bobcat licked it a time or two, and when more of it came out, she lapped at it for a moment before she ran away. The next time we stopped, Alex's wolf went for it. She pretended to mount my wolf and fuck him, then she ran away. Soon all the females were playfully mounting each other. My wolf wasn't playing though, he was testing the waters, to find out if any of them were down to fuck. He'd scented their arousal, and he wanted some pussy. He tried to jump on the wolves backs, and hump against their pussy before they scooted away. Julie's wolf only let my wolf hump her a couple of times, before she turned in a circle and threw him off of her. She put her tail between her legs and slowly backed away, but my wolf had gotten the tip of his penis inside her pussy for a second. Alex's wolf quickly grabbed him by the throat before he knew what was happening. The other wolves howled with excitement when they began to play-fight. It only took a few minutes for my big wolf to pin Alex's wolf to the ground, especially since she didn't put up much of a fight. Alex's wolf, stuck her ass in the air. My wolf instinctively mounted her and began to hump. He buried his cock all the way into her and instantly started to cum as he pumped. She let him fuck her until she felt his knot begin to swell, and then she pulled away from him and began to run. All the other wolves came after her, and the pack continued on its way. A few miles later they started to run home. My wolf was still aroused and he wasn't sure he get another chance, so he tried to jump on Barb's wolf. The other wolves and cats paused to watch the action. Her wolf was too quick for my wolf, as she twisted and turned, ducked and dodged, and never allowed my wolf to mount her. When my wolf went after Darby's wolf, she rose up on her hind legs and punched him in the face. But he was still able to circle behind her, and climb onto her back. He held her tight with his front paws, and started to pump his hind-end. On the first couple of humps the tip of his penis hit the side of her pussy, but the third time he humped, the tip went into her slit. Darby's wolf spun to her right, but my wolf held on tight. When she stopped spinning for a moment, he humped again. His penis shot out of its sheath like a torpedo. It was in her wolf's pussy all the way to the knot in the blink of an eye. My wolf's penis was only inside Darby's wolf's pussy for less than a minute, but in that short span, he'd rammed it home dozens of times. Her pussy was tight like a virgin, and she quickly started to cum. When she finished, she tried to bite my wolf. He jumped off of her with his long penis hanging out if it's sheath, still drizzling cum. The females were giggling at us, and then they started to run again. They were headed home now, and Julie's wolf ran in front of the pack the whole way. She ran with her tail in the air, and her swollen pussy was on display. Her wolf kept looking around at my wolf; she wanted to make sure he was paying attention to her. He was definitely looking at her. \~ When our little pack of wolves arrived back at the sparring pit, everyone shifted and got dressed. As soon as the women were back in human form, their arousal returned. Julie looked at her pack, and inhaled deeply. She had made her decision. She was going to go along with the plan that Saint Peter had laid out for us. She could feel Amanda's anxiety through the Alpha bond. She knew that Amanda would be coming to see if her spell was working, and she'd try to claim her prize. Julie told Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb about the dream she'd had, after Amanda had come to see her one day. She told them the things they'd do if they removed their amulets, but as soon as Alex killed the high priestess all spells would be broken, and they would return to normal. Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb all agreed they would do whatever was best for the pack. They were committed to the agenda that Julie had laid out for them. Their only request was to wear their amulets during the pool party. They wanted to be in control of themselves, while they acted out their parts, the way Julie had described them. I could feel the commitment the women had to their Alpha, their pack, and each other. I'd only known them for a few hours, and I already liked them as much as I was capable of. Hopefully Saint Peter's plan would work. At that point Angel, Ashley, and Barb went to the east wing, and Julie went to her apartment in the west wing of the Alpha's mansion to relax. Alex and Darby went to prepare the potion she would use to destroy the high priestess. I returned to spirit form and materialized at Amanda's. \~ Amanda was walking through her living room with a bounce in her step, and headed for the cabinet above her stove. She practically had a liquor cabinet up there. She poured two fingers of brown liquor over ice and chased it with a splash of Coca Cola. She took a couple of sips, before she poured two more fingers, and a larger splash of coke. "That was one more thing for me to like about Amanda," I thought. She strutted back across her living room with her hips rolling from side to side. When she was back in front of the mirror she said, "Hello my love. My Alpha has commanded that I stay in my home today. Someone in the mirror was talking to her, but I couldn't hear a thing. Amanda inhaled deeply, and then she exhaled slowly before she downed the rest of her drink. She looked nervous and unsure of herself. Amanda opened her footlocker slowly. The inside of it looked like a veritable sex shop slash home witch kit. There were all the oddball ingredients needed, to cast the spells she was interested in, and sheets of paper with a list of sex related spells. That was in the left side of the box, on the right were lubes, and creams, and Sextoys. The most interesting of which were four strap-on cocks in different sizes. The smallest I'd guess was four inches, and the largest was about twelve inches. The twelve inch one, being nearly two and a half inches around. She slowly removed the nine inch strap-on cock. She looked at it for a moment before she turned to the mirror and began to cast a spell, she said, "Goddess Eleni, grant my request; Goddess Eleni, hear my plea. Open the floodgates of desire in the woman for whom my cock desires; let her feel it to the hilt, oh Goddess, from the head to the nuts." \~ A few minutes later she was on her way to Julie's apartment. Just before I materialized at Julie's place, I looked into Amanda's mirror and I saw a cloud of white smoke where I was standing. The mirror could sense me, I had forgotten that I had to go into another dimension, so I would be invisible to witches. Woo-wee that was a close a one. If that mirror could see me, then so could the witch who put a hex on it. That would have been disastrous if it had happened a few minutes earlier or tomorrow when the high priestess shows herself. A disaster was averted there. \~ I didn't tell Julie that I'd be watching over her. I didn't want to add any extra stress to the pressure she was already feeling. For the first time that I can remember in a long time, I wasn't planning on watching my assignment fuck with my dick in my hand. Julie buzzed Amanda up from the ground floor of the east wing of the Alpha's mansion. When she stepped into the elevator lobby, Julie opened her front door, and invited Amanda in. She strode into Julie's living room while extending her arms for a hug. She held on for a moment longer than necessary, just as she always does. She had a contented smile on her face as she hugged her. I saw her inhale deeply. I'm sure she was testing Julie's scent. Apparently what she smelled was what she was hoping for. She loosened her embrace, and looked into Julie's eyes and said, "How are you feeling my dear?" Julie had on her amulet when she buzzed Amanda up to her apartment, and so she was in full control of her body. The arousal Amanda scented on her must have been real. She said, "All of us girls are in heat, I didn't think it was safe to have Fred, and Barney, and Del around us, that's why I asked everyone to remain at home today." Amanda smile and said, "You poor thing, I'm sure that was the right thing to do, but are you sure it's your heat. There haven't been any men around to service you girls for months; maybe y'all just need a good fuck. Julie giggled and said, "Maybe you're right." Amanda smiled like she was the happiest woman in the world, and then said, "I know exactly what to do. Do you remember that dream you had when you fell asleep by the pool?" Julie took a deep breath and lowered her eyes as if she was embarrassed. "What a good actress she is," I thought. Amanda placed a finger under Julie's chin and nudged her to raise her head, and then said, "There is nothing to be ashamed of my dear, it's natural and it's beautiful." Then she leaned in for a kiss. Julie tilted her head, opened her mouth and melted into Amanda's arms. The two women kissed deeply for a moment. Each one taking her turn to suck the others tongues, until Amanda finally broke the kiss. Amanda wanted some pussy. She moaned sweetly, and then said leave everything to me. They started kissing again. I knew Amanda was being controlled by a witch, but there was genuine affection in her kisses. I could tell that she wanted this whether there was magic involved or not. And I wasn't so sure Julie was acting now. It looked like she was enjoying the kiss. They were moving their heads from side to side, with their mouths open and tongues curling around each other. When Julie started to moan, Amanda broke the kiss, and took her by the hand. She led her to her own bedroom where they began to get undressed. Julie untied her robe, and let it drop to the floor. She was standing in front of Amanda with her hands on her hips, and biting her bottom lip. Her full round breast and plump, hairy mound filled out her red and white striped panties and bra better than any Victoria Secret model could. She seemed to be waiting for a sign of Amanda's approval. She got it when she saw the fire in Amanda's eyes. When she removed her own dress, and let it drop to the floor, Julie's eyes nearly popped out of her head. Amanda was wearing an aqua green lace teddy that I have to admit looked good on her. But it was the bulge tucked between her legs that Julie had reacted to. I hadn't expected to get turned on, considering the fact that basically Julie would be getting fucked by a witch, who wanted to take over her body. But there was something more going on here. I couldn't tell if it was the magic, or if it was real, but it sure looked like these two wanted each other. Amanda had a devilish grin on her face when she pointed at Julie's lingerie and said, "Strip, and sit back on the bed. I flinched when I saw Julie's face. Her expression hardened, and her pupils were suddenly ringed by a golden band that briefly glowed. Amanda must have seen it to, because she cooed sweetly, and said, "Baby, I just want to love on you." Julie's expression softened, and then she reached one hand behind herself to unhook her bra. She pull the straps off her shoulders, and then caught it in her hands before it fell. She was looking seductive again. Amanda took a step back so she could take it all in. And then Julie took her bra, and flung it across the room to where it landed on a chair. She giggled, and then cheered herself for sticking the landing. She was grinning happily again when she hooked her thumb into the waistband of her tiny panties and slowly pulled them down. "Oh shit," I thought. There goes my discipline and control again. Even though I'd seen Julie naked before and after the run, seeing her strip in a seductive way was a whole other level of hot. She slid them down her thighs, before letting them drop to the floor. There she stood naked from head to toe. She was kneading her breasts with one hand, and running her fingers through her bush with the other. Amanda took a step forward before putting her fingertips in the center of Julie's chest, and nudging her to sit on the bed. Then she got down on her knees and spread Julie's legs. I moved a little closer to them, I wanted to see every detail of her sex, smell her scent, and hear every sound they made. Amanda took her time and, savored every moment of the journey as, she kissed, nibbled, and licked her way from inside of Julie's knees, to the junction between her thighs. After she'd inhaled her scent, and kissed all around her sex, she put her mouth on Julie's pussy and latched onto her clit. They stayed like that a long time, with Amanda alternating between sucking her clit, and licking her slit. Julie came again and again, until finally she couldn't wait any longer, she said, "Oh Amanda put your big cock inside of me. I don't know how it happened, but as soon as Julie asked for it, Amanda's big strap-on cock began to become erect. She reached down between her legs and unhooked the snaps of her teddy. When it was free from its confinement, it sprang forward and it began to bounce every time her heart beat. It was if the strap-on had become a part of her. She stood up, put her hands behind Julie's knees and held her legs in the air. The head of her huge cock was barely touching Julie's opening. She looked into Julie's eyes and performed another chant. She said, "Spirits of the cosmos and all within Bring your shining stars to the flame Ignite the fires of our flesh So that our desires unite Let loose the power of my cock And unleash your will That I may satisfy her pussy''. Then she drove that monster home. Julie cried out in a loud, long "OH." I was about to materialize in human form to rescue her, until I heard the next words she said. She said, "Yes." I relaxed and enjoyed the show. In fact I was more curious than anything now about how Amanda's thing worked. I got on the floor and looked up between her legs; it looked for all the world like she had a pair of nuts and a cock attached to her. She was standing at the side of the bed driving that baby home. Julie is a little shorter than the average girl, but she was taking Amanda's cock balls deep. It only took a couple of minutes for Julie to reach her peak. I could tell she was getting close; by the way she started to raise her hips to meet Amanda's thrust. That big magic wand of hers had one last surprise in store for me. When Julie cried out and said, "Give it to me Amanda." Her request was Amanda's command, and she gave it all she had. Her strokes became hard and fast, and then she came inside Julie's pussy. When she pulled out, her cum ran down Julie's ass crack. \~ A while later they'd showered and dressed. Julie was seeing Amanda out the door, when Amanda said, "I'll see you at the pool party tomorrow. Tell the girls to be ready to have some fun. Then she leaned in for one more short, sweet kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow my dear," she said as she let herself out the door." As soon as the door closed Julie exhaled deeply, and then bowed her head and took a few deep breaths. I was relieved too. \~\~\~ Later that day we had another meeting again. As soon as the women walked into the room, the first thing I noticed was their scent. There was none except for the natural aroma of their body. Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb were chatting quietly when Alex and Julie strolled into the room arm in arm. All eyes were on Julie, but it wasn't because she was their Alpha, it was because she was their sister. Julie gave them a big smile, and then said, "Step one is complete, tomorrow you ladies get to complete step two, and when the high priestess appears to claim her pack, Alex and JT will complete the final step to our freedom. "As y'all can see our heat is gone now that she thinks she's won. Tomorrow we're going to have a good time with some guys we already like a lot, and afterwards we will be able to get on with the work of our pack." So, unless any of you have a concern or something you want to discuss, let's go to our favorite steak house in Mac-town." \~ I had a great time with the wolf-girls and the cat-girls that night. I'm going to make a point to complain to Saint Peter about this assignment. If he thinks I was miserable, maybe he'll send me to help them out again. I'd love to have a chance to fuck all of them. After they'd gone to bed that night, I made one last tour of the old mansion, and of the homes on the property. I found objects with hexes on them in every house. Once we are rid of the high priestess, every house would have to be searched again, and everything inside that's hexed would have to be burned. \~\~\~ I saw the sunrise while sitting on one of the chimneys atop the old Alpha's mansion. The day was going to be a busy one, and my first piece of business was watching the girls get dressed. Each one of them showered, shaved their legs and armpits, and groomed themselves downstairs, much to my delight. Let me correct myself, everyone groomed down there except Barb. She's got the longest pussy hair I've ever seen. \~ I met with Alex and Darby later in the morning to test their witch destroying potion. It went off like an atomic bomb. Everything was set. It was a matter of waiting for everyone to arrive for the weekly Saturday afternoon pool party. \~ Time to have some fun. There had to be a dozen candles burning on the tables, and also sitting in several dry places around the pool deck. Amanda said they were mood candles. We were unsure what was going to go down, so Julie opened her Alpha bond with me and shared her thoughts as she interacted with her pack. She went from pack member to pack member greeting them with a hug. She was dressed in one of her swimsuits that fit like a second skin. She was reminding Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb to play up their sexuality, to help ensure the high priestess would show herself. In the meantime everyone else was playing their role, even if they didn't realize it. Del was manning the grill as usual. "Steaks cooked to order at Del's bar and grill," he shouted to no one in particular. Amanda was in a huddle with Betty, Wilma, and Marta, talking about men and sex, or sex and men. Either way she was going on about the size of somebody's cock. She said, "I have one, and I promise you it hangs down to my knees." Then the four women giggled. Wilma covered her mouth with her hand and then whispered, saying, "I've never even heard of a strap-on." Marta looked at Wilma like she'd sprouted a third eye, "And then said, "Please tell me you own a vibrator." "The women's conversation made Julie think about Spike, according to her dream he and Rover should be arriving from Panola Mountain soon. Just as she was completing the thought, right on que, and right on time. Look who just walked around the corner of the house, Spike and Rover. "Oh my Luna," thought Julie. "It doesn't matter whether its reality or a dream, and I know they're both nineteen, but I feel like a perv every time I look at Del and Marta's twins Jake and Elwood. They are two fine looking young men though." "No need to think about them now, Ashley, and Darby, are going to take care of the Demps twins, if things happen according to my dream." Julie shook her head, when right on cue she heard Ashley say, "Do you know those two guys? Both Darby and Barb glanced at Jake and Elwood. Ashley said, "Do y'all want to bet both of them will let me suck their cock." Darby quickly said, "You mean, will Jake let me suck his cock, and will Elwood let you suck his cock, don't you?" Then the three women giggled. They were playing their roles to the hilt. \~ The next voice Julie heard was Marta saying, "Let's all get naked and get in the pool. As soon as everyone was ready to jump into the water she said, "Ladies, put on these blindfolds I just happen to have, then everybody jump in. Rover will make sure you end up with someone other than your mate." "Rover, you can be on my team, "said Barb, laughing. "Let's play." yelled Rover. This time the game was chaotic. With everyone under the influence of Amanda's spell, the ladies quickly learned how the game was going to be played, and grabbed the first cock they could get their hands on. Jake quickly grabbed Darby's hand to make sure he didn't get grabbed by one of the older ladies. \~ "Madame Alpha, this is fun," said Wilma. Julie smiled back at her, and then said to herself, "This is unbelievable, my pack would be hedonistic under that witches control. "I don't care that she's sucking Del's dick, but I wouldn't want her doing it here in front of everyone." "Alpha, I like it too," said Betty, talking with Fred's cock in her mouth. "Oh my Luna, Betty is sucking Fred," Julie said to herself, covering her mouth and laughing. Marta was pumping up and down on Barney's thick dick as fast as she could, trying to make him cum. Amanda was slurping, smacking and moaning, just to mention a few of the sounds she was making as she tried to suck Spike's huge cock. After a few minutes of trying to make their partner cum, Marta told each woman to switch partners. Amanda switched to Del, and immediately started deep throating him. Marta finally had her hands on the size dick she prefers, as she held Spike's tool and nut sack in her hand and admired it. Meanwhile, on one of the lounge chairs to her right, Darby was giving Jake a blowjob. "I never thought I'd see the day Darby would be doing that," thought Julie. Right beside them Elwood was tearing Ashley's pussy out the frame. She was screaming and moaning, "Fuck my pussy Elwood." "I'm so proud if Ashley right now, for not giving into her addiction and, sucking his cock," said Julie smiling to herself. The she looked around at everyone in her pack; everyone was fucking or sucking someone. Even Rover was letting Barb Jack him off. Everyone had a partner except for her and Angel that is. "Maybe that's it," thought Julie. "Maybe that's why the high priestess hasn't shown herself. So she walked over to where Angel was curled up on a lounger, and sat down close to her. Angel said, "Hiya boss." And then she leaned in for a kiss. They kissed each other deeply, and seriously. Suddenly there was a noise that sounded like thunder, and startled everyone. When they looked in the direction the noise had come from, there stood a woman dressed like a dominatrix, complete with a whip in her hand. She raised her hand, pointed at Julie, and began to chant, "I call to thee goddess Luna. Heed me in this spell, to be reborn as Alpha of this pack." I was about to wave my hand to make her immobile. That was when Alex walked onto the pool deck and pointed a Glock 9 at her. The dominatrix turned her head slightly, and looked menacingly at her, and then said, "I'm not afraid of your bullets, they do nothing to me. How dare you threaten me. As soon as I'm your Alpha I'm going to fuck you with my twelve inch strap-on." Then she started the chant again, "I call to thee goddess Luna. Heed me in this spell, to be reborn as Alpha of this pack. Allow me to become a werewolf with brute abilities and senses. Please allow this to become of me and I shall forever be bound to thee." That was the last thing she will ever say. As soon as she finished, Alex open fire on her, she squirted her with a water gun she had left in the refrigerator overnight. The witch melted into a puddle, which ran off the marble onto the grass. \~ With the witch who had tormented the Gum Swamp Creek pack for a hundred years dead, the spells she'd cast were broken. The lives of the people at the party were instantly put back to normal. Wilma and Betty souls switched bodies, so the right person soul is in the right body, and Fred and Barney won't have to swap wives any longer. Del got his thick nine inch cock back from Spike. Del once again had a cock that matched his huge body, and Spike had his very respectable seven inches back again. "Oh well, it was nice while it lasted," thought Spike. Needless to say, Marta was giddy. Rover's wolf will be masculine again, he's still a bottom, but he had never carried himself the way the witch caused him to do. Angel, Ashley, Darby, and Barb could get back to finding themselves. Julie can get on with the work of saving young Werewolves from spending a lifetime with the wrong mate. And she can get back to enjoying cock again, as well as a little pussy every now and then. Lives of people Julie will never know, have been put back to normal, thanks to her pack, and a certain little shaman named Alex. See y'all in!00 Years In Purgatory Ch. 05

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Title: How to Tame a Dragon Ch. 01 Tags: love story, romance novella, drama *Copyright2012©totallyatease \*\*I've been told that this story is terribly corny, and I have to admit that it is in places; however I do hope that you enjoy it - faults and all. :-) Also it is very much a romance rather than an erotic story and so I have been hesitant to post it on this site. On the plus side this is a finished story of about 11 chapters and so if people do like it, then I'll be able to post on a regular 3 - 4 day basis.\*\* She only agreed to do it as a favour to her sister -- but he more than made up for the inconvenience...* Chapter One "Come with us!" her sister asked her for the third time. "You know that you're not fit for work just yet, and the change will do you good." "Yes I know." Izzy said reluctantly. "But as I've already said, I really don't fancy the idea of playing third wheel to you and Richard." "Oh bother that!" Jessie sighed, "Richard's going to be working with his brother Daniel all day; and I'm going to be on my own an awful lot." She smiled in a wheedling fashion, which Izzy knew only too well. "Please, please say that you'll come." She sighed in exasperation. "Where will we be staying exactly?" "It's his brother -- Daniel's place... apparently it's a big country house, with huge gardens! You'll love it; it's just your kind of thing." She paused and looked pleadingly at her little sister. "So will you come? Pleeease!" Izzy gave another sigh and said. "Oh well... all right then -- I'll come." "Excellent!" Jessie positively smirked with satisfaction. "We're leaving first thing in the morning." She raised her brows in query. "You can be packed and ready by then?" "I'm not a complete vegetable." Izzy glowered at her older sister, as she flicked back her shoulder length dark blond curls; and her blue eyes wrinkled in offence. "Great! I'll love you, and leave you to it then..." She jumped up off Izzy's bed. "I'll give you a call a bit later; to let you know exactly what time to expect us in the morning," she promised as she opened the bedroom door. \* Izzy was lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling when there was a soft tap on the door. It opened and her mum poked her head around. "I gather she talked you into it then?" she asked as she entered the room. Izzy groaned. "Yes! She just wouldn't leave me alone until I agreed." "Perhaps it'll do you some good?" Mrs Parkinson suggested hesitantly. "Oh well it'll only be for a week or two..." She got up of her bed and started to pull clothes out of her wardrobe, she stopped suddenly to glare down at the small pile of clothing. "What on earth am I supposed to take with me?" she ground out in disgust. "Well... jeans and trousers are always a safe bet... and you know that you're more comfortable in them," her mum suggested. "And maybe something pretty in case you go out at all?" Izzy laughed bitterly. "Me and pretty just don't go together -- I'm afraid..." she looked up at the ceiling and her features took on a slightly tragic look. "Oh joy!" she sighed dramatically; "I always did want to play the green prickly fruit!" Her mother gave a little laugh before giving a little sigh herself, and looked worriedly at her. "Are you sure you're feeling better?" she asked anxiously. "You're still awfully pale -- and thin." "I'm fine mum -- honestly." Izzy smiled tiredly. "The doctor did say it would take me a little while to build up my strength again... that's why they call it convalescing I guess!" Her mum's eyes filled with sudden tears. "We were so worried when you got so sick, and when the doctor said pneumonia!" She whispered, her lips trembling. "We thought we were going to lose you!" Izzy felt her chest tighten, at her mum's distress. "Well I'm all better now." She said cheerfully which changed rapidly into a frown. "I'm afraid that I pretty much ruined Christmas for all of you though!" she said apologetically -- for the hundredth time. She gave her mum a kind of pathetic smile as she sank tiredly down on the bed. "Don't be so daft!" Her mum begged her as she opened the bedroom door. She was just about to leave when she suddenly remembered why she had come up in the first place. "Oh, by the way," she said taking an envelope out of her cardigan pocket. "This letter came for you not long ago." "Uh oh." Izzy sighed as she recognised the senders stamp on the envelope. "What is it?" her mum asked anxiously. "I've been expecting this." She felt a little twinge of regret as a chapter of her life seemed to be closing on her. "It's work... or rather it's the sack." "Oh love no!" her mum seemed to be more upset for her, than Izzy was herself. "Well I have been off for nearly six weeks now mum, and there's not much sign of me going back any time soon. It's not fair for Sheila to be doing her work -- and mine indefinitely." "But what will you do?" Izzy gave another little sigh. "I've got quite a bit of money saved what with one thing and another. With this illness going on for so long I've not had a chance to spend anything in ages... And work will owe me some holiday pay." She gave her mum a smile full of a confidence she didn't actually feel. "Maybe this little break is exactly what I need right now. I'll come back refreshed and I'll go out and get another job. Arthur will give me a reference... I'm sure of it." She had quickly scanned the letter as she spoke to her mum. "He's asking me to give him a call so that we can sort something out, but I think it best if I just resign." "Well while you go and give them a ring; I'll dig out that suitcase for you." Izzy sat talking to Arthur for a little while. He was a good man and she had been an excellent worker for his accounting firm. "We'll all miss you my dear, but we've just had a young woman come in on a government grant and she's very interested in the book keeping side that you and Sheila have been covering." "I know Arthur and I really appreciate how long you've kept the position open for me. I'm only sorry that it's taken me so long to realise, that I just won't be fit for work any time soon." "Don't you worry about it my dear, Sheila was adamant that you be given every opportunity to come back to us." Izzy gave a watery smile as she replaced the receiver. She picked up a notebook and pen and wrote a brief note to Sheila; which she shoved in an envelope and quickly scribbled the address on the front. She stood it up on the shelf; confident that someone would see it and realise that it needed posting. She was just finishing her packing, when her mum came back into her bedroom, carrying a small tray with a mug of coffee and a plate of sandwiches on it. "I thought that you might like these," she told her daughter. "And then you must lie down and rest for a bit!" Izzy leaned across to hug her mum. "You're brilliant!" she told her gratefully. "I just keep on making work for you though, don't I?" she gave a bitter little laugh. "You've left a space?" her mum questioned pointing at a place in the otherwise crammed full suitcase. Izzy laughed. "You bet!" she said. "I may be playing gooseberry all week, but I fully intend to have plenty of books to hide behind." "Oh you and your books!" her mum exclaimed. "You should read less and live more." "Hey I have been ill you know!" Izzy protested. "Yes you have," her mum allowed. "But you weren't always sick... and apart from work and family, you hardly ever go out!" Her mum was fretting and Izzy felt another pang of guilt at the worry she seemed to keep causing her parent. She suddenly felt a shot of relief that she was going away for a bit. She and her mum seriously needed a break from each other! "I'm just not that sociable mum, you know that I find it difficult talking to people I don't know very well. Give me my books any day they are so much less complicated and lots more fun." \*\* Seven o'clock the next morning and Izzy was crammed into the back of Richard's fancy sports car. He dumped her suitcase in the boot and climbed behind the wheel. "So how is the little invalid today?" he asked mockingly, although he wasn't being unkind. "Oh I've been better..." Izzy said dryly "But I promise to try and not throw up all over you nice shiny new car." Richard gave a little shudder. "Yes please do try to control yourself!" he begged dramatically; and Izzy laughed. Jessie giggled and looked back at her with her eyebrows raised questioningly. "Are you ok?" that look asked worriedly. Izzy gave a little nod, and a smile to indicate that she really was fine, and her sister sighed with relief. She sank back and relaxed against the leather seat, with a soft murmur of contentment; the motion and the warmth of the car lulling her into a light doze. She could hear the murmur of the two in front, but she was just so relaxed that she couldn't have spoken, even if she'd tried. "I think she's asleep," she heard Jessie say softly. "Are you sure that she'll be alright?" Richard asked. "She needed to get away from home for a bit, she was in serious danger of vegetating. Have you explained anything to your brother about her?" Richard gave an abrupt laugh. "He wasn't too happy about her coming in the first place! He didn't like the idea of having his home invaded by all and sundry... and creating more work for Mrs Coats; without the fact that she's convalescing as well. Besides he'll be working a lot and she'll be resting a lot; so the two of them should barely meet up, it's certainly a big enough house to lose yourself in!" Izzy felt that she should feel concerned about her lack of welcome in brother Daniel's home, but for the life of her she just couldn't seem to drum up the energy for it. "Nearly there now." Richard's satisfied voice sometime later, disturbed Izzy from her lethargy. She felt the car turn and crunch down a gravel driveway and then pull to a stop. "Izzy." Jessie's voice sounded close. "Wake up love, we're here." The car door was pulled open and Izzy was blasted by the cold air. She peeped up to find Richard grinning down at her. "Come on you," he said good naturedly. "Or do I need to carry you inside?" Izzy gave him a lazy smile. "Somehow I don't think that brother Daniel would approve," she said sweetly. Richard winced. "I thought you were asleep!" he said wryly. "It's amazing how looks can be so deceiving isn't it?" she asked. "I always thought that you looked like a good guy." Richard laughed and leaned in to help her out. Izzy's feet touched the gravel, and she straightened up with her hand still held by Richard, just as the double front door of this massive house was suddenly thrust open. "Richard!" the deep gravelly voice sent shivers down Izzy's spine. She looked to her sister briefly, as Richard left her side to join Jessie; and then turned to see the owner of that wonderful voice. "Oh my!" she murmured softly. The man in the door way fitted this house perfectly, he was huge well over six feet, Izzy thought hazily. His thick dark hair streaked with silver highlights to give him a kind of austere dignity. As he walked towards them, the lines fanned around his eyes, as he squinted slightly in the glare of the winter sun. Easy strides brought him effortlessly to them and Izzy envied him his obvious strength and energy. Izzy had always thought that Richard at six foot two was on the big size if a little thin. But Daniel dwarfed his brother in every way possible. Richard's open friendly attitude and bright blue eyes against Daniel's closed guarded expression and dark serious eyes. The brothers were like mirror images -- one positive the other in the negative. Both handsome and sure of themselves, both in their mid thirties, but where Richard hinted at sex appeal, Daniel just oozed it. Richard looked like the perfect catalogue model, with his groomed smooth look; whilst Daniel looked weather beaten, and well... sex on legs! Izzy could feel herself almost drooling and hastily pulled herself together. "Daniel this is Jessie." Richard was saying as he put his arm around her sister possessively. Izzy rested her hand on the still open car door as she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. "And this is Jessie's little sister Izzy." She heard Richard as they all turned towards her. "Welcome to my home ladies, I hope you'll both be comfortable here," Daniel said politely. His cold disinterested gaze ran over her. "I'm sure we will." Izzy nodded from a pale face. His eyes narrowed on her and for a moment there was a small questioning look there, but all he did was turn around and stride back to the door. "Well come on inside then all of you." He said a little impatiently just as he disappeared inside the huge building. Jessie came and looped her arm through Izzy's to offer her some discrete assistance. "Dare we face the dragon in his lair?" Izzy asked dramatically and Jessie giggled. "Maybe we can tame him a little." She whispered back. "I doubt that." Izzy grunted with a little shiver. She squared her shoulders and the sisters marched boldly towards the house. They stalked defiantly through the double doors to come to an abrupt halt just inside. "Oh wow!" Izzy exclaimed in delight. They stood in the large hallway with a marble tiled floor. There was a massive stairway that rose up majestically to a small landing and then forked left and right to continue on upwards. There were several doors leading off in the hall way and Daniel was standing in the first watching them with a cynical eye. "I'm glad that you approve." He said with a wry twist to his lips. Izzy's head came up and her eyes flashed blue lasers at him. "It's a little flamboyant." She said pompously. "But what is that old saying?" she paused as if to think. "Oh yes that's it... If you've got it then flaunt it." She grinned naughtily at him. "Izzy!" Jessie exclaimed in rebuke. As Daniel turned away though Izzy could have sworn she saw his lips twitch into a semblance of a smile. "I'll show you the rooms you'll be using." Richard offered as he came in with their luggage. They both looked at him and grinned, looking so much alike that Richard blinked in confusion. Izzy was the plain one of the family whilst his Jessie was the beauty. Her long golden hair streaming down her back shone with health and life, whilst Izzy's frizzy mop looked dull and lifeless after her illness. She looked pale and underweight her skin dull and her blue eyes which could have been beautiful were listless, whereas Jessie's green sparkled at him. Izzy's face had always been small and heart shaped almost too small for her features. But again her illness had thinned it out to make it look longer and gaunt. Her eyes were huge and the only colour in her pale face. Jessie in contrast glowed with health. They followed Richard up the stairs and across the landing. The first door he came to he pushed open with his foot. "This is your room Izzy." He said as they followed him. The room was large and airy with a double bed in the centre. It was decorated in soft lilacs and peach colours with pale curtains at the window and a matching bedspread. The deep burgundy carpet sunk beneath her feet as she looked around the room with a sigh of content. There was an armchair just behind the door with a beautiful thick red throw draped across it. Across the side wall was a massive double wardrobe and next to this was a dressing table. Richard put her suitcase down and pointed towards a door at the far end. That's your en suite bathroom; you'll be the only one using it so don't you worry about anyone walking in on you." He grinned. "Jessie's in the room opposite." He didn't add the 'with me' so Izzy assumed that they would be playing musical rooms at night. She smirked at him. "Course she is." She said knowingly. Richard grinned sheepishly but refused to meet her eye, as he led Jessie from the room. "Meet you downstairs for lunch in a bit Izzy." Jessie called over her shoulder. She sank down on the bed tiredly for a minute before deciding to explore her temporary accommodation. She opened the door to the bathroom and let out another sigh of pure delight. The bathroom was tiled pink with fluffy towels folded neatly to one side. On the counter where the sink was, was a tray of shampoos and soaps and baths salts. Izzy took the tops off some of the bottles and sniffed delicately at the contents. Oh she was going to be living in the lap of luxury for a bit she thought happily. She pulled a brush rapidly through her hair and tied it back out of her face to hang limply down her back. She looked at her reflection with dissatisfaction before poking her tongue out and deliberately turning her back and walking out of the room. She looked at her watch to see that it was nearly mid day and figured she'd better hustle or she'd keep everyone waiting. She went uncertainly down the stairs and headed for the first door where Daniel had stood when they had first arrived. She opened the door and poked her head inside. The room was yet another large one with sofa and chairs scattered haphazardly around. With large windows and a double patio door there was a large amount of natural light to give the room an airy feel. Sitting in an armchair by the roaring fire, sat brother Daniel reading some letters, Izzy gave a little snort that fire was totally unnecessary, there were warm radiators scattered discreetly all over this house. She shuddered as she thought about the expense in keeping this place warm. Daniel looked up suddenly to see her hovering in the doorway staring at him. He stood up and looked questioningly at her. "Please don't wait on ceremony." He told her quietly, "feel free to treat this place as your home while you here." Izzy felt that she should enter the room but still felt like she was intruding. "Jessie said she'd meet me down here for lunch." She said defensively, as she perched on the edge of the sofa he'd guided her to. "I wasn't sure where to go so I went for the first door I came to." He gave a little smirk. "It is rather a big place." He murmured with satisfaction. Izzy felt discomforted by his apparent gloating and she withdrew into herself. Daniel frowned across at this pale mouse of a girl sitting so still and quiet. He was used to dealing with women who twittered on in high pitched tones and fluttering lashes at him in an effort to keep his interest. Izzy looked like she was trying to be invisible. He looked at her pale complexion and wondered again, there was just something he couldn't quite put his finger on. He leaned forward to speak just as the door opened and Richard and Jessie entered laughing quietly together. He looked at the beautiful Jessie and then at the dull Izzy and saw her face shining with relief and affection for her sister. Her eyes shone softly and he thought how fragile she looked. He shook off the surprising feel of protectiveness towards her and stood up abruptly. "I'm sure that Mrs Coats has already put lunch on the table so can I suggest that we go and eat it." He said briskly They ate there lunch in the dining room which could have easily seated a couple of dozen people. Izzy kept her head down and munched her way through salads and soups and heaven only knew what. She was opposite Daniel and was conscious of his puzzled gaze on her a few times. Mrs Coats brought in the coffee while a girl cleared the plates away. Izzy caught the plump little woman's eye as she handed her the coffee and they smiled at each other. Again she was aware of Daniel watching and she ducked her head back down. It was a huge relief to Izzy when lunch was over and she could escape that brooding presence across from her. She looked briefly at Jessie and her sister understood the message in her eyes. She frowned but nodded slightly that she understood Izzy was going to rest. Jessie caught Daniels attention as they went back to the living room so that it wasn't until they were all seated that he realised Izzy was missing. He frowned across at Jessie. "Is your sister alright?" he demanded suspiciously. Jessie gave an uncomfortable little laugh. "Izzy?" she shrugged. "She fine she's just a bit of a recluse, you'll find that you'll hardly see her while we're here, she'll find some quiet corner to curl up in and read one of the books that I'm sure she bought with her." She gave a fond little laugh as she pictured her little sister doing just that. It was Izzy right down to her toes. Upstairs Izzy curled up on her bed and fell into a light doze. Lunch had been an emotionally draining experience and she felt washed out. There was a light knock on her door and it opened slightly. Mrs Coats poked her head round. "I thought you might like this miss." She said quietly as she came in with a tea tray. Izzy looked at her watch and was shocked to see she had slept for a couple of hours. She sat up and smiled from a pale face at the little lady. "Thank you Mrs Coats. You are very kind." She said quietly. "Not at all miss, I saw you come up here looking pale after lunch and when you weren't with the others for afternoon tea I thought you might like it up here." She fussed gently. "Are you ill miss?" Izzy winced at the concern from the little lady. "No Mrs Coats I promise I am quite well thank you." She told her quietly. "Getting over something then?" she observed shrewdly. "Something like that." Izzy admitted and then smiled brightly at the little housekeeper. "I'm sorry to make extra work for you, I really didn't mean to." "Don't you worry about it my dear that's what I get paid for." She grinned and then left the room. Izzy sat up and sipped at her tea; it flooded through her and warmed her cold insides nicely. She thought that she should see about sorting out her clothes and changing for dinner but couldn't quite find the energy. Jessie knocked on the door and walked in. "Hello love how are you feeling?" she asked a little worried at Izzy's paleness. "I'm fine Jessie that nap did me good and I feel a lot better." Izzy began to picture her head stone. 'Here lies Izzy she was fine really.' It was all very depressing! Jessie closed the door and picked up Izzy's suitcase. She opened the lid and began to fold her clothes neatly away. "You didn't bring much did you?" her sister frowned "I don't own much sis." She grinned cheekily. "Besides I'm sure you've got one or two things that you won't mind lending me." Jessie laughed "I've certainly brought enough so I'm sure I can find something for you." She slammed the lid down on the suitcase and wandered over to the door. "I'll go and have a look now." She promised. "Thanks Jessie you really are a good sister." Izzy called softly. Jessie's eyes misted over but she sniffed and left the room without further comment. Izzy sighed and headed for the bathroom to have a warm invigorating shower. She was wrapped in a bathrobe and towelling her hair when Jessie marched back in with an arm full of clothes. She hung them up in Izzy's wardrobe and then turned her attention to her stunned sister. "Right then," she said purposefully "let's sort you out" She brushed Izzy's hair out and started to pin it up in a complicated style, she brushed, looped and pulled pins out of her pocket in a professional manner. By the time she was finished Izzy felt like a hedgehog stuffed full of spikes. She grabbed Izzy's makeup bag off the dressing table and peered inside. "Is that it!" she exclaimed in disgust. "Honestly Izz I wonder why you even bother." Izzy closed her eyes as a wave of fatigue washed over her. "Don't start on me Jess. Please." She begged quietly. Jessie hugged her from behind. "I'm sorry." She said softly. "I just thought if we could make you feel like a million dollars you wouldn't be so intimidated by Daniel." Izzy gave a little laugh. "How can you not feel daunted by brother Daniel and his 'lord of all I survey' thing he's got going on." Izzy protested. "Tell me honestly Jess doesn't he intimidate you?" "Actually I think that he's rather a dear once you get to know him." Jessie said as she started to brush makeup onto Izzy's face. "Now then don't you move." Jessie ordered as she went to the wardrobe and pulled out one of the dresses she'd brought in with her. It was a deep blue with a deep cleavage which would show off Izzy's full bust, and then narrowed at the waist to flare out from the hips and flow down around her knees. Jessie had purchased it because she'd loved the deep blue colour but had never worn it because it didn't sit right on her slender figure. She opened the zip and helped Izzy to step into it. Izzy felt the zip run up her back and finally Jessie said with a touch of satisfaction. "Right now you can look." Izzy turned towards the full length mirror and gasped at the elegant young woman looking back at her. Jessie really was a master at the use of cosmetics. She'd been so subtle with the colours and the blending of shades and her eyes looked huge and dark and mysterious, in her glowing face. "Is that really me?" Izzy gasped. "I actually look quite pretty don't I?" "You're beautiful Izzy," Jessie said quietly. "And don't let anyone ever tell you different." Jessie came and took Izzy's arm again. "So are we ready to go and face 'the lord of all he surveys' again?" Izzy giggled. "Maybe we can even tame him a little." They squared their shoulders as if for battle and marched from the room.

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Title: How Bad Can It Get? Tags: younger woman, older man, anal, oral, doggy, puffy nipples Some people say "no good deed goes unpunished." I never subscribed to that armchair philosophy even though I had and saw many good deeds backfire. I must admit, though, that the "unpunished" saying did make me a little apprehensive that my most elaborate good deed might boomerang; but it didn't stop me. I'm a 52 year old guy with keen business acumen but poor social skills with women. I did get married when in my twenties to a bohemian woman that my friends considered a poor match. I now have two grown sons that live in cities far away, and my gypsy wife simply "took off" about ten years ago when my sons were still teens. I divorced her in absentia. I've worked hard enough, and have been lucky enough, to have made lots of money but that is also sometimes a problem. Even though I live fairly modestly (though not as modestly as my idol, Warren Buffet) everyone in the medium-size city I live in considers me the richest dude around. While many women my age, and even in their late thirties, seem interested in me I always wonder if it is me or my money. I don't have the intuition or social skills to be sure so I've had very few sexual encounters since my wife left ten years ago. I have great relationships with my sons even though they live far away. I brought them up to be independent and I really succeeded. They don't let me help them out monetarily, although they value my counsel on all aspects of life. I am very reluctant to give advice when it comes to romance, however, since I have no confidence in that area. We talk and email at least every other day. A number of my sons' best friends during high school still live in my city, including Ray and Carmen. I've known them since they were in their early teens and always liked them. Ray and my oldest son were the starting guards on the high school basketball team, and Carmen was an All-Conference soccer player and hung out with my soccer-playing younger son and his friends. Ray and Carmen were the only two teenagers who, individually and independently, actually came to my door and offered their encouragement when my wife left even though they were only 16 and 17 at the time. I had always hoped that one of my sons would marry Carmen. She was the most unassuming beautiful young women I had ever seen. In addition to being spectacularly good looking, with a winning personality, she was kind, funny, smart, and a phenomenal athlete. Since marrying one of my sons wasn't to be I was happy to see her and Ray tie the knot. They were a good looking couple who seemed well suited for each other. Ray and Carmen were embarrassed by the wedding present I gave them – a new car – and wanted to return it. It required intervention by my sons to talk them into keeping it. At the relevant time of this story Carmen was 26 and Ray 27 and they had two little kids. Carmen worked in the financial field and Ray in the construction industry. Then the economic downturn hit our city really hard. Ray lost his job first, then Carmen a few months later. Like many young couples they were overextended, but bankruptcy was not really a viable option if Carmen ever wanted to work in the financial field again. By the time I found out about their troubles from my sons they were in awful monetary shape and were shortly going to be evicted from their house. As I have already hinted at Carmen and Ray were as independent and proud as my sons and I knew that they would never accept "charity" from me, especially after the car incident; but I badly wanted to help. So I came up with a plan which would be hard to execute but that I was highly motivated to pull off. One of the garden apartment building complexes I owned on the outskirts of the city, called "The Luxor," was managed by my longest-term employee, a legal alien from Italy by the uber-Italian name of "Guido." Guido and his American wife had long wanted to visit his relatives in Italy but never could seem to be able to save enough money to do so; they weren't good at handling the above-market salary I paid him even though they had free rent in one of the apartment units. I was already planning to give him a twentieth-year-as-an-employee gift, like a gold watch or something similar, but now decided to make it a better gift. An all expenses paid two month trip to Italy. After I told Guido what my gift would be and told him to start planning the trip – luckily it was over the phone otherwise from his reaction I'm sure he would have kissed me – I called up Ray and Carmen. Carmen answered. "Hi Carmen, this is Jeff. I haven't seen you in a couple months. How are the kids doing?" "Hi, Jeff. Yeah, it's been ages. The kids are fine, though trying to drive their parents nuts." "Ha, ha. Were you any better?" "You know I wasn't, Jeff." "Say, let me get right to the point of my call. I have kind of an emergency. I just found out that the manager of my Luxor apartment complex is going on a two month trip and I need someone to take over. Free rent in a two bedroom apartment is included and I pay above market. Do you know of anyone who you could recommend to do that?" "Uh, really? When would they have to start?" "Actually, any time that is convenient for them. I don't mind if they overlap with my manager since they will need to learn the ropes, and they could help out for a few months after he gets back, too, if necessary. Know of someone?" "Actually Jeff, I might. Let me run it by Ray and get back to you." "Thanks, you'd really be helping me out." Not surprisingly, I heard back from Carmen within an hour. "Hi Jeff, Carmen." "Wow, that was fast." "Yeah, there's a reason. Actually, Ray and I have been having a hard time financially recently." "Really; I'm sorry to hear that." "Thanks. Well, anyway, Ray and I would actually love to be co-managers ourselves. I think you know that we'd do a good job for you." "Are you serious? Wow! That would be wonderful, two people who I like and trust handling it. That's far better than I could hope for. Is it convenient for you to meet me tomorrow at The Luxor? You could bring the kids." "Sure. Would 2 or 3 p. m. be OK?" "Two p.m. would be perfect. You know how to get there, right." "Absolutely. See you then!" When we met the next day Ray and Carmen were excited. I noticed that they arrived in the car I had given them and smiled inwardly. I introduced them to Guido, he showed them around while I waited in the office "doing paperwork," and when they were done I called them into the office. "What do you two think?" "We like the layout; we're game if you are," Ray responded with Carmen nodding while their son played with some toys in the office specifically for that purpose, and their daughter slept in Carmen's arms. "Hey, you haven't even heard the salary yet. Didn't I teach you to negotiate?" I laughed. "OK, what are you offering for salary?" Carmen shot back with a twinkle in her eye. They were pleased with my proposal; why wouldn't they be, it was the same as I was paying Guido even after his twenty years of service. "Can one or the other of you stay at the complex most nights?" I asked innocently, knowing the answer. "Actually, Jeff, we were looking for a new place to move into at the end of the month – just a few days from now – so we were hoping we could live in one of the two empty two bedroom units you have," Ray responded. "You're kidding! Wow, that's way beyond my expectations. You can move into 12B immediately if you want to. It's been cleaned and is ready to go." Carmen and Ray looked like the most relieved people I had ever seen by the time they left, and almost as happy as at their wedding. Every time they tried to thank me I pre-emptively thanked them. I was sure that they had no inkling that this had been arranged solely to help them out. Things went smoothly. They moved into 12B within a few days. I found out from the bank that held their mortgage it was less than a week before they were to be evicted. Since I now had a legitimate business interface with them on a regular basis I subtly pried into their financial situation. I told them they should go see a free credit counseling agency I knew about to get help. The "free" credit counseling agency was my accountant in a special office I set him up in for the times he was to meet with them. From my accountant I got all of the information I needed about their creditors. I knew the presidents of half of them personally, and all of them knew me. I personally went to each, told them that if Ray and Carmen went into bankruptcy they would get less than 10¢ on the dollar, and offered to give them 50¢ on the dollar with Ray and Carmen still on the hook for 10¢ more just so Ray and Carmen would not suspect that I was doing what I was. In view of the many other debtors Ray and Carmen's creditors had who were going bankrupt they all jumped at the deal. My only caveats – they could never tell anyone about the arrangement, especially Ray and Carmen, and the repayment schedules for Ray and Carmen had to be reasonable. All of them readily agreed. My accountant gave Ray and Carmen the good news about how "he" had negotiated their debt down to 10% of what it was with reasonable repayment terms. They were thrilled and I acted pleased and surprised when they gave me the news. The next order of business was finding them jobs. While I was contacting people about potential jobs in Ray and Carmen's fields I had to go see them one day while Guido was about four weeks into his vacation. I went to The Luxor and found Ray in the office. He and Carmen had been doing a great job in Guido's absence – which I knew they would – in fact probably a better job than Guido himself since they divided up the labor and were both doing more than 50% of what Guido had been doing. Ray didn't know the answer to my question since Carmen had dealt with that subject so he told me to go look for Carmen and the kids at the complex swimming pool and she would know the answer off the top of her head. Disaster! I found Carmen at the pool with her kids and a few of the tenants. Carmen was always a conservative dresser, and I never attended or chaperoned any of my sons' pool parties, so I had never seen Carmen in a bikini before. That's what she had on then. I know my jaw involuntarily dropped when I saw her, and I was almost incoherent when I started talking to her. Luckily I had wrap-around sunglasses on so she couldn't see my tennis-ball sized eyes. I just hoped I wasn't drooling. By a mile Carmen had to have the sexiest body I had ever seen! She was as beautiful as any fashion model, but more muscular. Her perfect golden tan highlighted every curve in her pelvic area and every muscle in her legs, buttocks, and arms. The material of her top was flimsy – almost see-through – and barely covered her supple breasts. Her skin was like silk, her long blond hair shimmering. I remember thinking to myself "How in the hell could this woman have had two children and a body like that?" Then I remembered what Guido told me the day before he left on his trip. In the thirty days or so Ray and Carmen overlapped with Guido before he left the intensity of Carmen's workouts in the Luxor exercise room were already legendary! I finally stammered through what I needed to talk to her about, she had one of the tenants she was friends with watch the kids and we went to the side of the deck and sat under an umbrella. She took her sunglasses off and peered at me with her steely blue eyes as we talked. I didn't dare remove my glasses. I drew out our discussion of the issue I wanted information about as long as I possibly could in order to prolong the amount of time that I could bask in her glow. Only after I got back to my car was I embarrassed that I had done that – but I couldn't help myself. As I sat, stunned, in the driver's seat, I had more to be embarrassed about. My cock was rock hard and almost bursting the zipper of my suit pants, I had completely sweated out my dress shirt, and my mouth was totally dry. I tried to mentally chastise myself about my lascivious response to one of my sons' friends, who was a married young mother to boot, but the overpowering thoughts in my mind were of those shapely hips, full round ass, sculptured thighs, and robust breasts. The phrase "Holy Shit" endlessly ricocheted around my skull. In a few minutes my libido had gone from almost non-existent to almost out-of-control. When an intense weightlifting and running session at my health club didn't help get my mind off of Carmen one iota I did something that night that I had never done before. I went incognito to a bar known to be a meat market. There were a few obvious sluts there in their mid-twenties. They were not particularly good looking, but not gross either. Even though I had no confidence with women I was on a mission and they were easy. I focused on the young slut whose height, weight, and coloring was closest to Carmen's. After I bought her many rounds of drinks she was more than willing to let me take her back to her apartment. As soon as I got the young slut back to her flat even though her roommate was sleeping in the next room I was all over her. She was enthusiastic about me unceremoniously and quickly removing her clothes, and helped me hurriedly get mine off. She only sucked my cock for a few minutes before I put her on her hands and knees so that I couldn't see her face and doggy fucked the ever-loving shit out of her imagining that it was Carmen. It was probably the most intense banging I had ever given a woman in my life because I was picturing Carmen the whole time. The slut either fell asleep or passed out shortly after I unloaded a large volume of cum into her pussy and I beat a hasty retreat. While I wasn't proud I was hoping that I could move past what I feared was becoming a fixation on Carmen. While fucking the young slut helped some it certainly didn't "cure" me. I decided I really couldn't be around Carmen long term, especially alone. I couldn't be trusted not to make a total ass of myself. Fortuitously, my job search through numerous contacts yielded the possibility of openings suitable for both their backgrounds and interests in a city about 700 miles away where the job market was infinitely better. Both Ray and Carmen were thrilled with the opportunities I brought to them. Shortly after Guido returned, they travelled together to the distant city with three interviews lined up for each of them while a friend took care of their kids. They each came home with a job offer with an even better salary than they had been making before they lost their jobs, one that would allow them to comfortably pay off the 10% of their previous debt that they still owed and likely faster than the repayment terms that had been negotiated. They insisted on taking me out for dinner to celebrate at one of the best restaurants in town, one they didn't know I owned. They might have been a little puzzled about how we got the best table and the best service, with some of the great food and drink "on the house," but didn't make a big deal about it. They had a fantastic time. I had a great time too, although I wish that Carmen had not worn the sundress that she did. She looked almost as good in it as she did in her bikini. I tried, with only limited success, not to gawk. I didn't drink so that I would minimize the chance of making a fool out of myself and thankfully had no major gaffe. Ray and Carmen's new jobs were starting in about three weeks, they already had an apartment lined up, and they were moving in about ten days after our celebration. I offered to help them pack up just to get to see Carmen one last time, in a controlled situation. It was fun work and included time playing with their cute and delightful kids. A number of their friends helped out as well, and we all shared pizzas and beers afterward. Before I left their apartment that night Ray inquired as to whether I would be home in the afternoon the next Sunday. They wanted to drop by before they left. I said "Sure." They got to my house about the middle of the afternoon on Sunday. When I answered the door they were all smiles, dressed in shorts, T-shirts and sandals. Carmen had a small suitcase in one hand which she left outside as they entered. Ray thanked me profusely even though I tried to tell him there was nothing to thank me for. He then surprised me by giving me a big hug as he said: "The kids and I are driving to our new home first thing tomorrow morning, Jeff. Carmen has something to talk to you about. She'll be joining us in a few days." Ray then gave Carmen a kiss and squeeze, they smiled at each other, and he left. I was completely perplexed when Carmen plopped me down on a kitchen chair. She sat on the table and stuck one sandal-clad foot on my chair between my legs. She got a semi-stern, semi-smiling, look on her face then started talking. "You've been a really bad man haven't you Jeff?" "Uh, what are you talking about?" "I'm talking about you going behind our backs to make financial arrangements to get us out of hock and restore our normal lives, for one thing." "Uh, well, I never..." "Hey, Jeff! Don't try to deny it." "I'm not sure I know what you mean." "I think you do, bad, bad, Jeff. Guido, your accountant, and our mortgage-holder told us what went on." "But...." "Shhh. Guido told us that the trip was your idea; and with regard to your accountant and our mortgage-holder let's just say that you should never recommend them for jobs at the CIA. They both slipped up and when we pressed them for details they told us what you had done to help us, and begged us not to tell you. You'll have to deal with them when I'm done with you." By now I was sweating profusely and felt a pit in my stomach, and tried to bring one of my hands but to my face. But Carmen stood up and pulled my hand away from my face, then continued. "Don't try and hide, bad Jeff. You know what else you did? You ogled me! You stared lasciviously at a young mother." Shit; now the sweat was pouring down and I was so nervous I thought I might toss my cookies. I'm sure I had a hang dog look on my face when Carmen started talking again, with a really edgy tone. "Ray and I decided there is only one way to punish you for your misdeeds – saving our family from economic disaster, getting us jobs that suit us and will make us independent, and ogling me. I'm going to have to fuck you the rest of this week." As she said that she quickly removed her top – no bra underneath – and while staring at me like a snake hypnotizing its prey slowly and deliberately removed her shorts – no panties. My brain wasn't working but my dick was. It sprung to life as I eyeballed the first shaved live pussy I had ever seen, and gawked at the first puffy nipples in my experience. I was in a trance as Carmen bent in front of me, her ample tits dangling like lures, as she undid my pants, simultaneously yanked them and my boxers off like a magician pulling a tablecloth from underneath a place setting, and pulled my shirt over my head. Then she straddled me. Carmen continued to glare at me as she slowly lowered her glorious wet pussy onto my completely upright dick, uttering an "Ugh" or "Oooh" as each inch of cock disappeared into her love canal. My hands were drawn to those puffy nipples like nails to a magnet, gently twisting, pinching, and stroking them. When she was fully buried, she bounced twice then gave me a long smothering tongue-filled kiss, one with more passion than any I had ever received in my life. When she finally let me breath again with a look of mirth on her face she started bouncing in earnest while simultaneously contracting then releasing her vaginal muscles. I instinctively started thumping back, timing upward thrusts to correspond to her downward thwacks. Talk about heaven! This was the Holy Grail of sex! Her tits were big enough, and my desire heightened enough, so that as we fucked I could get a nipple in my mouth and suck on it with the intensity of a dying man on a respirator. I sucked and tongued her puffy nipple with alacrity until she increased the pace of both her vaginal muscle contractions and her bounces. No longer in control of my mouth, I pulled her tight to me and exploded in her. She screamed and convulsed, twisting and squirming on my lap as sweat poured off both of our bodies. My God what a feeling! An order of magnitude better than anything else I had ever experienced in my 52 years! What in the hell had I been missing all this time – or was she the only one capable of making me feel this way? When Carmen finally stopped her wiggling on my lap, she smirked wickedly, bit my nose, and said "I trust that was an acceptable start to your punishment." "Maybe" I responded with an equally wicked smirk. "Listen, bastard, by the time I'm through with you you'll be lucky if you can even walk bow-legged. You may have to crawl to get around." "We....will....see....about....that!" I retorted between mouthfuls of her boobs. After I sucked on her boobs for another five minutes as she giggled and offered words of encouragement she finally lifted herself off me. Staring down at my cock which, much to my surprise, was still almost erect, she said "Why is that thing still at attention?" "I honestly don't know. I'm normally flaccid shortly after shooting my wad. Maybe you've got something to do with that." She grabbed my hands and pulled me up off the chair with her powerful arms and thighs, saying "We've got almost two hours before dinner so let's do a little exploring," as she led me to my bedroom. When we got to my lair she pushed me down on the bed and started sucking my cock, fondling my balls, and stroking my taint. I pulled her ass into a 69 position and started fingering and tonguing her cunt with a vengeance. Up close it looked divine and smelled like olives (I LOVE olives). It may have been the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life, closely followed by her puffy nips. After orally pleasuring each other for an appropriate amount of time we cuddled, gave each other back and thigh rubs, and just lay arm in arm chatting. After about a half hour I saw a gleam in her eye, she squeezed my still ¾ hard dick, and said "Now you have to doggy fuck me!" With that she went back to my cock and sucked it in earnest, giving it tongue and lip action much more intense than she had before. I was steel hard quickly and raring to go. Once my dick was to her liking she got on her hands and knees and I nuzzled up behind her. I stroked my dick over her pussy about a dozen times until from her moans and how wet my dick was getting touching her cunt lips it was clear that she too was chomping at the bit. Then I unceremoniously buried myself balls deep in one penetration. As I pumped like an oil derrick I alternated putting my hands on her ass cheeks and tits, and pulling back her long blond hair. She was no passive participant. She grunted loudly with each of her backward thrusts meeting one of my forward thumps until she was obviously climaxing hard, at which point her face and arms dropped to the mattress. She whimpered until I unleashed my second charge into her scouring her vaginal walls and causing her to yelp and go limp. It was unprecedented for me to cum twice in two hours yet with this goddess it seemed totally natural. I continued to slowly reciprocate in Carmen's lush pussy as my cum leaked out of it while I gently squeezed her tits or ass cheeks. Each action on my part produced a soft "aah" from her. My dick finally went completely flaccid for the first time in more than two hours, and popped out of her glorious chasm. We collapsed in a spoon position onto the mattress. It was probably an hour later when Carmen woke me up. "Time for dinner cave man. I'm hungry." After seeing the evil look on my face she continued, "For food, not more cock, you beast." I laughed. We showered together with her slapping my hand each time it lingered on one of her body parts long enough to indicate – "groping, not washing" – to use her words. We then got dressed and went out to eat. At dinner, as we chatted and laughed, twice she got a quizzical look on her face, reached under the table with her napkin, and obviously wiped my cum off her thigh. When she chuckled and said "How in the hell did you get that stuff so far inside me, you animal?" I was enormously proud. That Sunday, and the next four days, were the best of my life. I had a permanent smile on my face, I was on a natural high better than any chemically-induced one could possibly be, and I was virtually giddy every waking hour. We went bowling, dancing, to cultural events, to sporting events, and to a local casino. I even made the mistake of working out at my health club with Carmen. How humbling. Except for some upper body lifts anything I could do she could do better! Every hour of each day that we weren't eating, fucking, or sleeping, we were involved in one activity or another. But of course it was the fucking that was the engine powering our exuberance. The fucking was simply mind boggling. I orgasmed twice every day and even three times one day. Either orally or with my fuck stick I caused Carmen to climax at least five or six times a day. After one particularly intense missionary position fuck on Wednesday night Carmen panted "Where in the hell is all your ejaculate coming from? Are you actually a teenager?" My response – "No; I've been saving up for 10 years, and yours is the most worthy cause I've ever wanted to donate my sperm to." When we woke up on Friday, my last morning in heaven , she could tell that I was morose because I was going to have to take her to the airport that afternoon for a flight back to her family "No grumpy face today, Jeff. I've got a special surprise for you." "Oh yeah?" I skeptically mumbled, "How so?" "I've always wanted to be a cowgirl. And I know you've always wanted to fuck my ass, haven't you, you perverted bastard?" Actually, I had. I had never tried anal with my wife, and Carmen had the finest ass I had ever laid eyes on. Taking the wide-eyed look on my face to be a confirmation, Carmen took a tube of coconut scented lube out of a nightstand drawer, placed it next to me, and then started sucking me off with great enthusiasm while gently massaging my testicles. Once I was groaning enough to suit her, she lubed up my cock, swung her right leg over me so that I was looking at her spectacular rosebud, then turned her head toward me and said "Grease me up, horse!" With a level of eagerness that matched her own I did as instructed, first lubing her rosebud, then one finger which was inserted into her anus, then a second, then a third. Once she was almost screaming as I twisted my three lubricated fingers in her asshole I pulled her rosebud onto my dick and started pressing. She pushed from her end. Although there was resistance soon I heard a gratifying "popping" sound and immediately thereafter was completely buried. Once I was, Carmen got on her haunches, put her hands in supporting position on either side of her, groaned "Let me do the work," and then started pasting the shit out of me as I lay there in splendor. Each time she smacked her ass against my pelvic area she let out an involuntary yelp, shriek or "whoop," and I groaned. She must have pummeled me for five minutes before she increased the pace to the point where all of the slaps, groans, and yelps became a pleasant din. Then she started contracting her sphincter muscles, which had the same effect as poking my prostate with a finger, causing an immediate and massive ejaculation of my seminal fluid into her asshole. That triggered a mini-orgasm in her, and though her yelps now turned to moans, it didn't stop her from contracting or bouncing until she was sure she had sucked ever last drop of cum out of me. Once she was certain my balls were empty she pulled herself off of me. A lightning bolt went up each of our spines as my dick head popped out of her anus. When she recovered from that jolt she turned to face me, gave me a lascivious kiss, and posed the rhetorical question "Hey, is ass fucking fun or what?" When I kissed Carmen goodbye at the airport I couldn't help but make it a lingering French kiss even though it was in public. With tears in my eyes I told her "There is nothing else to say except that you've made the last week more fun and rewarding than all of the Christmases, business deals, fireworks displays, and birthdays of my whole life, combined. You are the best woman on the planet." Carmen smiled broadly since she knew I was speaking from the heart. With a twinkle in her eye she said "You know you really are a great lay. You owe it to the women of this state to get out there and start fucking. No more waiting months or years between fucks – at least three times a week, understood!" "Given the way you've ramped up my sex drive if that doesn't happen I'll die trying!" "By the way, Carmen; one more thing," I said as I removed an envelope from my sport jacket pocket. "I've set up trust funds for your kids to pay for their undergraduate and graduate school educations. The account information is in this envelope. My attorney says that since the accounts are in their names with you and Ray only the trustees you cannot legally refuse them." Of course my attorney never did say anything of the kind, but I didn't want her to try and decline my offering. With that I pressed one of her hands around the envelope. Now it was her turn for tears. They didn't just well up, however – she began quietly sobbing. She started to say "Thank you..." when I put my finger to her lips. "After what you've done for – and to (ha, ha) – me, if I ever can do anything for you and Ray or your kids again, just hint, and it'll be done." After one last deep kiss I turned and walked away and didn't look back for fear I'd start bawling like a baby. My eyes were still more than misty as I drove away from the departure area. Millions of thoughts were ebbing through my brain, and I was completely distracted. Suddenly as I merged onto the main road, "Crash!" Not surprisingly I had rear-ended the car in front of me. At least that snapped me out of my stupor. After both vehicles pulled over to the side of the road I immediately got out of my car and before the other driver did was apologizing profusely. "I know the insurer says to never admit liability but this was totally my fault. I assure you I'll pay for all the damage and a rental car. Do you need medical assistan...." Before I could finish my mea culpa the other driver had gotten out. A woman who looked to be in her mid-forties, dressed in a stylish electric blue business suit and three inch matching color heels. She had nicely coifed brunette hair and a perfectly sized and proportioned round butt. She was slim and about 5'8" in her heels. "I don't think so, I feel fine right now," she replied, not smiling but not evidencing anger either. As she looked over the damage, she continued "Oh damn, my first week in this city, and a new car." "Did you and your husband just move here?" I blurted out, noticing no rings on her fingers and hoping that she was single. While still inspecting the damage she responded "I'm not married, but yes I just moved here and started my new job Monday." "Can I ask what you do?" I queried, being pushier than I ever had been before when first meeting a woman. "I'm a bankruptcy attorney." "One of the few growth industries in this city," I half-laughed. "Listen, are you sure you don't need medical attention; you could have whiplash," I continued. "No, it wasn't that hard a hit; it's just that with these eggshell exteriors of modern cars I know it will be expensive." "I assure you that I will pay for everything and you won't be inconvenienced at all. If you want we can drive to the shop right now, and I'll arrange for a rental car today. Here, let me introduce myself." With that I handed her my business card. She looked at the card then up at me. She had an open, friendly, and very pleasant face, one that matched her sleek body perfectly. "Jeff Wilcox? THE Jeff Wilcox?" "Well there are lots of guys named Jeff Wilcox, but I may be the best known one in our little city." "I'll say." "By the way, what's your name?" I asked extending my hand. As she shook my hand she said "Beth Williams." "THE Beth Williams?" I shot back with an impish grin. "Don't get cute, Jeff," she retorted with her own impish grin. "Say Beth, I think I was – no pun intended – destined to run into you today. After we make arrangements to have your car fixed and get you a rental would you have dinner with me?" Before my experience with Carmen I NEVER would have had the confidence to have been that bold; but I figured that if the sexiest woman in the world could stand to fuck me for a week I had to have something going for me. Plus there was that over-the-top sex drive Carmen had unleashed in me. Beth paused for a few seconds then smiled and said "Destined to 'run into me today' huh? I haven't heard that line before, Jeff. OK, outside of my law firm I don't know anyone in town yet, so I guess I might as well get to know someone even if he is the worst driver around." "Hey, I'll try to do better while you follow me to the best auto repair place in town. Get in your car and let's go. My cell number is on my card in case I lose you with my Le Mans skills." I watched as Beth smiled and turned to get into her car, sticking her impossibly cute ass out as she slid in. I got into my car with a big smile on my face as my dick was already starting to salute again.

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(F TF Hybrid Horse / Eagle) Ida sighed, watching her breath linger in the air as it freezes. She is standing at the far end of a bike underpass, lined with graffiti. She is in Sudpark, in Munchen- Bavaria, Germany. The park is heavily wooded, but relatively safe- the only unfortunate thing to happen here in recent history is some kid named Kenny going missing. But, being heavily wooded... this IS a good place to make someone disappear. Right now Ida is wondering how to make someone appear in the first place. She looked at her phone as someone texted her- it is a 19 year old boy she had set up a meeting here with. Except he is already 15 minutes late. "Mahlzeit alter! Nearly here?" "Ah, n-na ja... I have to decline this time." "Assi, you already said you were coming! You are already fifteen minutes late!" "I know! I am really sorry- I was going to but then I got cold feet- I am really sorry. It is just... early you know? Next time, I promise." He hung up. Ida doubted there would be a next time. She spotted a stray white hair in the corner of her vision and quickly grabbed it and pulled it out! She has been using dating apps to try and prey on young men, but they are too cautious these days- especially with an older woman like her, so she has gone without a good meal in some time. In this modern era, the city of Munchen is too large- it is too hard for her to get around in her other form in a modern city, even under the cover of night. She shouldn't have white hairs- Ida is meant to be beautiful! Vibrant! A youthful woman, in spite of already being almost 800 years old. Ida is an elder witch- she has been visiting men in their dreams and bestowing minor curses upon them and robbing them of a good night's sleep- the energy they are deprived of from either ends up going to her, to sustain her everlasting beauty. She is known as a Mara- the form she takes in the night is that of a Nightmare; a dark phantasmal horse. When she is in her spectral form- only sleeping people can see her, but the physical world can still somewhat interact with her. At least- inanimate objects can... like a moving car. A horse would find it rather difficult navigating a big city like this- the traffic makes streets extremely dangerous because the drivers literally cannot see her, but can still run her over- and most of the buildings are multiple floors high... a horse can't climb buildings. Ida stared at the eagle for some time, picturing the runes of her current transformation in her head. No matter how she arranged it- she could not overlay the two without something going horribly wrong. An eagle's wings for example are essentially its arms... if you gave them to her Nightmare form, it would have wings instead of forelegs, which would mean it cannot walk properly, but without the wings she can't fly, and defeats the purpose. Ida's eyes flickered with amusement as she thought of a possible solution, and got to crafting a runic array in the woods. She darted into the tree line to make sure no one seen her- though people do not wander this far out at nightfall in the first place. Ida bent sticks around one another to create a simple wicker totem. Ida activated the spell and the soil and mud below the surface level erupted out under the runic array and quickly gathered into a featureless human figure; kneeling before her. Ida stood up and looked carefully at her shadow and walked around the figure. The only light filtering into the woods now is from the underpass she was previously by, casting a dim shadow. Once her shadow passed over the earthen doll, it stuck to it. Ida smiled and watched as the figure stood from the ground- her shadow now painted on it and no longer cast by Ida herself. The darkness of her shadow turned to the same coloration as her flesh- and in mere moments an identical, nude Ida stood up beside her. She summoned her own Doppelganger. Normally a doppelganger is a danger to its owner, because it is waiting for the opportunity to switch places- but because Ida is a witch, she can share her own haul of energy with the doppelganger, eliminating the need to be replaced. The doppelganger has a rather blank expression- it is a demon look-alike, and does not exist on this plain of reality normally, so its knowledge on how to interact properly is rather limited. All it knows about this world is information shared with its host- so it naturally has a mental link with Ida. Ida makes a few gestures toward it, getting her nude double to twirl around to show off its form and then bow- just to demonstrate that the link is there and that she knows what Ida wants. Ida casts the transformation spell on herself to turn into her Nightmare form, but then casts a new spell on her double. When Ida casts the spell on herself, her own clothes burst apart into individual threads and then seemingly vaporize- they still exist as the inverse of the spell, so when the spell is canceled her clothes will re-materialize. Ida held out her hand and the doppelganger locked fingers with her. "We have limited time to synchronize, so. Lass uns zusammen tanzen." They held each other's hands and pulled toward one another, pressing their mirrored breasts together. In order for this stunt to work, they had to be fully synchronized, so touching one another was an easy way to sync up sensation. The doppelganger pulled her arms out, forcing Ida to pull further forward and bow a bit, because their breasts were already pressed firmly together- and the doppelganger quickly stole a kiss from the surprised Ida. Ida's iris turned royal purple in a glowing pulse and she smiled at the demon's playfulness. A quiet sound of twisting tissue could be heard and Ida's arm muscles visible throbbed larger, and she quickly overpowered the doppelganger and pinned her to the ground by her hands, getting on top of her! The demon's breasts seemed to be smothered by Ida's, but actually shrank a bit! The displaced mass quickly re-appeared as her thighs swelled up larger and rounder! Ida's own breasts shrank too but it was harder to tell, because her pectorals swelled larger in their place. Then she released her grip on the demon's hands and arched back, groaning in pleasure as her stomach tightened and her abs swelled up visible on the surface. Fat veins became visible toward her crotch as the skin was pulled tight across her enlarged muscles! The doppelganger glanced at her hands, feeling the fingers being drawn together. The fingernails softened and lost definition with the skin around them, being absorbed into the fingers, before the fingers absorbed themselves! Only her thumb remained as a bit of a nub, and all the other digits fused together into a single extension which then grew longer- this is the third segment of what will soon be a wing. Birds do not have hands after all. Ida bowed forward a bit, bracing her hands on the ground and thrust her hips forward- brushing their clit together lightly, with some teasing tribbing- but on the second pass her clit actually caught on the underside of the demons'! They both looked down at the same time and seen the rest of Ida's body become wobbly and weak in pulses as her clit did the opposite- throbbing larger and stronger! It was a little pink thorn to start with, then a like the tip of a pinky, then a swollen marble, then a large marble, then a ping pong ball! Her pussy was steadily drooling, and the clitoral hood no longer did anything as the clit was ten times too big to possibly fit under it! Ida now made micro-thrusts, just popping the demon's clit over and then under her own clit, using the massive pink knot alone. It was growing internally as well- she could feel the stiffness and growth as it stretched all the way up her vaginal passage, since the clit actually runs nearly the full length of it- the exposed part is actually just the head / glans. Ida groaned louder and arched back again as her breasts were pulled tight and shrank even more- her pecs swelling and flexing on their own as her breasts were devoured! Even her nipples and areola flattened to regular flesh- though remained discolored for the time being. She felt a pressure for several moments in her crotch- almost itchy from its concentration till two nipples appeared on her upper crotch so suddenly it felt it should have been accompanied by a cartoonish *thunk* sound effect. The doppelganger giggled, squirming a bit between soft gasps of pleasure from Ida still flicking their clits together. The sparse hair in her armpits was now quite thick- but it also was no longer hair, but instead black down feathers! Tiny quills started to sprout down her nude wings, causing an irritating and constant prickling sensation, making her squirm around and brush her wings together trying to cancel the feeling out with other ones. On her feet, her toes started to absorb themselves- reducing in number but the remaining growing in size. Her nails quickly turned from translucent to grey, to black, and then started to grow both longer and thicker! It did not take them long to become sharp at the end, and slowly start to curve as they grow out, transitioning from nails to claws, and finally talons. Her feet started to stretch out and become more narrow. Ida's lower nipples swelled quite thick for how short they are, but then started to press further forward as mounds of soft flesh and jiggly fat started to build up. Normally horse udders sort of fold themselves away when not in use- but because her default form is a human, her equine assets always end up unusually engorged for a mare that is not expressing. Because her groin was grinding into the demon's, her teats immediately pressed into the doppelganger's crotch, and the soft flesh was kneaded between the two bodies with every thrust as it billowed out rounder. The flesh also darkened as it grew out, turning from pink to pink grey very quickly, and then true grey. It spread to her stomach and started to consume larger sections of her body by the time her udder turned fully matte black. In Nightmare form- Ida is fully black; both flesh and fur. Ida's own limbs are deforming as well, but rather than completely change from one shape into another it is almost more like the shape of a horse limb rising up out of her human ones. Her middle fingers and toes are becoming many times larger than all the others- pulling the feet and hands longer and deforming their shape, threatening to swallow up the smaller digits into it as it grows still bigger! The nail expands to the sides, wrapping around the end of the digit then darkening into small hoof segments. Ida started to grow a little nub of a tail and her anus swelled large and plush as the flesh turned black. As her arousal grew, her labia billowed out fatter and more rubbery. Soon it was big enough to softly rub the demon's pussy even past the now golf-ball sized clit. The labia blushed deeper from neon pink to violet, then to a bruised color before turning matte black to match the rest- or at least the outer labia. The inner labia remained neon pink as well as the clit. Ida slowly broke off from her panting double- breaking the few strands of pussy juice connecting their nethers as she stood shakily. They needed to merge before the transformations progressed too far. The only way to keep the fully working features of both creatures? Two different transformations, using a copy of the same body- and then collapse them back into one. As the doppelganger tried to stand on her deforming feet, Ida gently took her from behind and hugged herself to her- and the gap between their bodies immediately vanished. It was like watching two chunks of clay being mashed into one another. Ida has been growing slowly, so the demon's body was smaller and swallowed into the greater of the two. They both groaned at the strange sensations. "T-try to... climb- your arms need to be on top. I can't pull them or mine will mix with yours." The doppelganger nodded, putting her feet on the ground under them and shoving herself upward- vanishing almost entirely into Ida! Ida wheezed from the violent shift in her body and her torso expanded all over suddenly, and a large bulge surged up pulling her rib cage wider, but then shoved her neck and head to the side as her collar bone reshaped, and a large bubble emerged! For a moment it was a featureless mass of flesh, but the features of her face quickly emerged and hairs divided from the biomass to restore her head- or a second copy of it. Ida now has two identical heads side-by-side! The demon's limbs remained partially on the surface as they sunk through the torso, moving around the outside before her shoulder blades clicked against Ida's and became linked to the same spine- causing the wings to fully emerge from Ida's back, even as the feathers continued to bloom and enlarge across its surface as a shimmering black. Ida squat and shuffled her legs forward, trying to match the avian legs which were outside of her stomach. Once the two sets touched, they fused, and when she straightened herself again their position was yanked down to the pelvis where they belong. Suddenly the growth of the hoof in the middle stopped entirely, and a toe on either side started to grow a bit larger, reversing its regression. Two more hoof segments formed on their ends, but much sharper and narrower, taking after traits from the talons of an eagle! The skin on her legs started to harden and fold slightly, becoming the banded black scales of a bird's legs rather than a horse pelt. A fourth digit that had formerly been her big toe remained as well, but at the back and too far off the ground to use as a hoof segment, so it remained as an unusually large, sharp taloned dew claw. The doppelganger's limbs did not merge with her forelimbs however, so her arms and hands continued to devolve into horse limbs uninterrupted. Once the hoof was fully formed, the fur immediately started to grow in. Her pelt is a glossy black, getting two inches long at the fetlocks but extremely short everywhere else. The meaty bird thigh and muscular horse thighs combined and Ida bowed forward and made a pleased sounding nickering as her rump swelled massive! Her little nub of a tail started to grow hair quickly, but the hair seemed to dissolve! Rather than normal hair, it grew out as an ever-tumbling stream of black smoke! The same was happening on both her heads- the hair was growing longer but also dissolving into smoke! The smoke is heavy, so rather than rise, it sunk off her, dissipating quickly after leaving her, but also the flow of it never ceases. Her feathers grew longer, turning her wings into massive curtains of shimmering black and her entire body groaned and swelled with size. Her clit pulsed from arousal at her own strength, parting the curtains of her thick labia to momentarily expose the neon pink innards and let a hot deluge of pussy juice squirt past, steaming in the cold night air. The eyes on her second head now turned royal purple to match, and their pupils stretched into narrow horizontal slits. The veins and then the muscles in their necks surged, pulling out longer and wider and their mane of smoke trailed further down, advancing down their lengthening throats. Ida used the crook of the wings to gently rub the base of their necks as they grew. The blood pressure increased as the veins in her necks enlarged, making the beat of their heart deafening for a moment. Their ears stretched up into leaf shapes, their nostrils enlarged and they took deeper breaths as their lungs enlarged and pulled their chest rounder, making their torso barrel shaped! Their noses popped loudly and the bridge became very wide, then their entire face started to push out. Their front and back teeth distanced from each other as their jaws extended. Their lips became very dexterous and malleable and the two of them half-delirious from sensory overload nuzzled each other, pushing their heads together. Their tongues tangled as they too grew out and they kissed each other with their changing faces! Ida could not be seen by a conscious person in this form, so they could walk out of the woods without a worry. Their thighs were covered with feathers, but they were so short it was hard to tell the difference compared to the normal horse pelt that covered most of them. Because most of the doppelganger's actions were already meant to mirror Ida- Ida had no competition for control of the body, it was fully hers. The demon was just along for the ride and free life energy. Ida started to trot, then went into a full gallop through the fields across the park traits. The smoke of her tail and twin manes trailed far behind her, creating streaks of black through the night, trailing warmth over her in contrast to the cold night air. Her four large nostrils jetting out her frozen breath in the darkness. She opened her wings to feel the wind against them, twitching muscles to feel the tug under or over them- testing what feathers allowed what movement. By the time Ida got to the parking lot at the front of the park, she slammed her wings down and shot into the sky! The man made lights of the city smeared below her as she swept into the sky and smiled, glancing around for who the first man would be to see her in her new and improved form would be. Ida has been starved for far too long- now she will have to make up for lost time.

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Title: The Marked Ones - Arc 0 FINALE: Chapter 3 - Promises by Darknos Tags: *Here we go! Time to wrap up Arc 0 with a pretty long chapter!* *Please read Chapters 1 and 2 of Arc 0 so that this will make some sense.* --- ***CHAPTER 3: Promises*** I had a nightmare similar to last night's. The one with the feral form of myself in a dark void. It was mostly the same, but the end was extremely different this time around. Instead of lunging at me, "I" walked back a couple of steps and sillouettes appeared around me in a circle. Instead of pitch black, they were pure white, like I was supposed to know they were there. A spotlight shone down on the two infront of me. I gasped after I recognized who the figures were. "Mom?! Dad?! What the hell are they doin' here!?" I ended up thinking, since I couldn't move like last time. Another sillouette, this time jet black, appeared behind what was looking like my deceased parents. Bright violet eyes appeared on the new shadow. It slowly closed it's eyes and it thrusted it's dark hand forward. A blade burst from my mother's chest, sending her blood flying forward. The metal retreated and burst from my father next, in the same manner. The blood from my parents now coated me, matting my fur in a light crimson-red color. My eyes shot open in shock. I then realized that the bodies were on the floor in the same way I found my parents on that day. I felt sick and disgusted at witnessing the event. I felt like vomiting at that instant, but it never came. I just stood there, eyes open wide, paralyzed by some mysterious force. The spotlight went out and the only light was the pure red of the demon-wolf's eyes and the mystery killer's violet eyes. The white of the sillouettes around me faded along with the spotlight. It came back after an agonizing minute of just seeing those two pairs of eyes. The next figure was of my first childhood friend and boyfriend in Fuko, Jason. I started to scream hysterically in my mind, and I felt a wetness flow from my eyes. The dark shadow thrust it's hand forward once again. Metal and blood erupted from the Shepard's chest, in the same way as my parents. The wet tears burst from my blue eyes as the blood of Jason splashed onto my body, over my parent's blood. This torture continued with more of the ones closest to me. My friend and cover girlfriend, Emily. My guardians, Shane and Mandy. All that I considered friends once in my life, regardless of the current relationship status. When I finally thought it was over, the spotlight shone on the last person I wanted in this horrible nightmare. I finally found strength to move my muzzle and speak. "...N-No! Please! Anyone besides him!" I pleaded to the shadow. The violet eyes just closed and opened slightly again. The shadowy hand raised higher than before, showing the bloodstained murder weapon ready to strike. I fought off the violent sobs wanting to be released and screamed "NO!!! TAISUKE!!!" ---------- I shot up in the bed, sweating and panting heavily. I looked around to grasp where I was. I saw the white of the hospital room I was in. The fluorecent lighting kept the silence from consuming the room. I looked over to Taisuke's bed and sighed in relief. He was still sleeping peacefully. He looked so serene, as if nothing happened and this was some bad accident. I heard running steps approaching the room. Did I scream in my sleep? The doctors and nurses burst into the room and frantically asked the standard "Are you OK?!" and "Why did you scream?!" questions. I simply replied with a calm "Yes" and "I had a nightmare" to the questions respectively. After I assured them for a fifth time that I was OK, they bid me a good rest and left. The lights were off this time, so I could only hear Tai's steady breathing. I rested my head on the pillow and risked fading back into that hell for a little rest. Not a second after I hit the pillow, Taisuke shot up screaming like he had seen a murder. I lept out of my bed, not caring about my pain at that point and rushed to the arctic wolf's side. He flinched when I rushed up to him, but when he recognized me, he put his head onto my shoulder and sobbed violently. I hugged my crying friend, trying to calm him down. "Shhh... It's alright Tai. It's Kantano. I'm here." I whispered. He kept sobbing. "Oh god Kantano... I-It was h-horrible! I was in s-some sort of d-darkness and this s-shadow started t-t-to... to k-k-k-kill everyone I knew!! My parents, my friends, e-everyone!!" I started to worry. This sounded strangely similar to my nightmare. Had he experienced the same thing? Taisuke continued. "a-and the last one that I s-saw was... Y-YOU!" I gasped audiably, but Tai seemed to not hear it. "I'm staying with for the rest of the night. No arguments." I demanded. Tai looked at me and weakly nodded. The bed was fairly big enough for two furs. I got under the covers next to Tai and laid down in the bed. Just as I started to fall asleep, Taisuke whispered a plea to me. "Kantano... Please, don't ever leave me alone". I hugged my ice-furred friend. "I will never leave you, Taisuke. Not ever. I swear it." ---------- The next morning, I woke up at 10 AM. Taisuke seemed to awaken at the same time. "Heh... Mornin' Tai" I said groggily to my friend. It took a second but he finally remembered what happened a few hours ago and smiled back. "Good Morning, Kantano" he responded. I looked at the clock. "Damn, it's 10 AM?" I usually woke up at around 2 or 3 PM on Saturdays. I wonder why today was different. My thoughts directly went to thinking about the nightmare last night. "Tai said to never leave him... Does he remember that at all?" Tai interupted my thoughts looking worried. "Kan, are you OK?" I nodded and questioned why he had asked why. "Well I was wondering... maybe you wanna get some breakfast, or lunch or something..." he blushed furiously while explaining. He looked so cute when he was embarrased! I chuckled at his bright red face that contrasted his icy blue and white fur. "Sure, Tai" I cheerfully replied. "...and y'know, you don't have to be embarassed about two friends eating together. I mean we ARE in a hospital recovering." Taisuke blushed even harder and looked at the ground. "Uh... yeah, sorry" As we started to eat our breakfast, my thoughts kept screaming that I forgot something. I thought of all that happened as I ate a spoonful of my cereal. "Lets see... We were ambushed, I woke up in the hospital, that dobie...!!" I just remembered the Director's words. "Meet me on the roof when you and Taisuke awaken. The fate of our universes may depend on you two..." I kept wondering what the last part meant. Fate of the universes? Depending on us? I decided to relay the message to Tai. He looked just as puzzled as I felt. "What are you talking about, Kan? Fate of universes?" He cocked his head "Are you sure you're alright?" I sighed. Not this again, and from Tai too. "I'm alright, and you were unconscious at the time." The arctic wolf nodded slowly. "It sounds like some trap" he added quickly. I started to glare at Tai. "You really think someone wants to kill me?" I said, flatly "We're going regardless. I have this... feeling that we HAVE to go" I noticed Tai was looking uneasy. "What's wrong Tai?" He shook his head slowly. "I-it's nothing... When should we go to the roof?" I was a little confused with his sudden change of heart. He usually fought back, even if I pulled the 'No Arguments' card. He clearly didn't want to talk yet, so I thought about the time of the meeting. "How about 3PM? When we're supposed to leave?" Taisuke nodded in clear agreement. The 5 hours from 10AM to 3PM were filled with rest, food, talking, and TV. No matter what though, we never spoke about the earlier hours of the night. We were still thinking about it though. When 3PM rolled around, I nodded to Tai to let him know we had to go. We took the elevator to the lobby and checked out. "Um... can we go up to the roof for one last time?" The receptionist smiled and nodded. "Of course. You two are needed there, right?" Taisuke and I exchanged glances of suspicion. How did this vixen know about us being needed on the roof? She slid the keys over the counter to us. "This will open the door to the roof. Good Luck, Kantano. Taisuke." she said. We quickly made our way to the stairwell, slightly creeped out by the receptionist's knowledge. We opened the rooftop door with the key given. Instead of a warm breeze that I expected, we were greeted with a freezing burst of air. Since Tai was adapted to the cold, he paid no attention to the sudden air rush. I, however, jumped in surprise and started to shiver. A figure was staring out to our little town of Reza. The figure turned around, and greeted us. It was The Director. "Ah... You've come. Thank You Kantano, Taisuke." he closed his green piercing eyes as he spoke. The dobie held out his arm. "Please grab onto me. I need to take you somewhere." We both hesitated at this. A mysterious fur wants us to take his arm and go somewhere. The both of us weren't stupid, like most others. I took a daring step forward to the dobie. "Why?" I asked in a demanding, confident tone. Tai followed suit with "Why should we go with you?" The Director lowered his head. "Hmph! Such spark!" he praised "I knew I made the right choice with you two!" the doberman laughed heartily, like a jolly old man. He lifted his wrist in the air above his head. "Camo off." He commanded loudly. A black piece of technology appeared on his wrist. He put the piece of tech close to his mouth. "Teleport area, Enova HQ" he yelled and a light blue bubble of light surrounded the roof. Within a few seconds, I felt as if I was being ripped apart into little bits. With a flash, we disappeared from Reza and started to speed through an unknown space. --- The trip lasted about a few minutes and when I felt myself being put back together, I had a feeling this was about over. We appeared from some circular object which I guessed was a teleporter. It was in the middle of a gigantic room filled with bustling furs. There was a carpet, lined with exotic looking plants and flowers, that led up to a desk manned by some formal looking furs. There was some tall buildings in the distance and the place looked very advanced. The Director stepped in front of us and cleared his throat. "Welcome to Enova, you two" --- *So Kantano and Tai finally got to Enova, and the story can truly begin! Not much to say other than that Arc 1 (and future arcs) will be separated from the story-chapter-viewer-thing and it'll probably take a lot longer than Arc 0.*

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Title: Boy or Girl? by ShingetsuMoon Tags: Boy, Gender, Girl, Poem, Poetry, feminine, masculine --- I've always envied those who felt at home in their own bodies. Those who were proud of themselves and had no doubts that they were exactly who they were supposed to be. Those who had no doubts about where they stood when it came to the line dividing the boys from the girls. I never wanted to be a boy but I never felt like one of the girls. Why don't you like dolls? You should wear dresses more. Why do you always put her in boy's clothes? Why doesn't she have more girl friends? Why is she always with boys? I stayed with the boys because I just had more in common with them. No matter how hard I tried I always felt out of place around other girls. Like I was wearing an identify that didn't quite fit right no matter how much I moved it around. Girls like dolls not cars. Girls like dresses not jeans. Girls like like pink, not blue. Girls like dressing up not playing with dinosaurs and action figures. My parents didn't care if they had a daughter who preferred Jurassic Park over Barbie so why should anyone else? Why did I? If I tried to be myself they criticized me for my interests. If I tried to be more feminine they could only talk about how it was about time I acted like a "real" little girl. Why was I made to feel as if any interest in the masculine was a betrayal of the feminine side I was supposed embrace? Why do we live in a society that seeks to place such harsh dividing lines between us? Boy or girl? Girl or boy? Ask five people and you'll get ten different answers. Why can't we all just be who we are? Why can't we seek to understand each other first instead of just forcing them to fit into boxes we alone feel comfortable with? I never wanted to be a boy. Not then and not now. But that wasn't something others could understand. I don't want to be anything. I just want to be myself. I will not hang my head in shame because I do not fit your stereotypes of what a woman is supposed to be.

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Ever since the “protein” shake, things had never been the same. Spikes was always going to grow up into a big, buff, hunky Rena, but that extra boost he was given had completely ruined any chance of that transformation remaining within the realm of the reasonable, especially after Tim lost control of the Digivice and it somehow ended up within Spikes’ grasp. It was anyone’s guess just where the Renamon was going to take himself, but considering he was already too big to fit onto a couch without breaking it (something they both knew from personal experience), it wasn’t too much of a stretch to assume he’d become too large for regular housing. Indeed, Spikes wasted absolutely no time in making it known that he wanted to start growing at a faster rate than he ever had before, and the first thing he did towards that end was modifying the parameters so that his compressor field itself was warped. Being a creature of pure data made it easy for him to fiddle with the variables in a way that “true” organics could only ever dream of, especially since he had direct access to the device built specifically for that purpose. While at first he insisted that he was only going to make the download rate slightly higher, it didn’t take long before multipliers were involved; the compression was designed to keep him at one tenth of his full size, but there was nothing stopping him from adding a zero to the end of that… and then working through recursion in order to “fix” it by increasing his visible proportions so that they would, indeed, be a tenth of his supposed compressed volume; the house didn’t last a lot of time after he realized he could abuse mathematics that hard. At least Spikes had the decency to give the both of them some time before finally going off the deep end by stacking exponentials of ten, even if he strained the idea of “fitting” into their house to its very limit before finally making it utterly meaningless. It used to be that a good day was one where they only had to go through the process of hearing his body creak and expand a few inches once; this number was slowly amended to make way for the increasing necessity of “adjustments” to fit with his exponentially increasing growth rate, until the groaning of his bulking body became something they just learned to deal with every living second of their lives. It was still slow enough, for a certain definition of the word, that they could envision him lasting for a couple of weeks before having to find new housing accommodations; besides, Spikes had taken to being outdoors a lot more often than he used to, partly because of the issue with space, mostly thanks to him developing a growing love for showing himself off. And how couldn’t he, given what he looked like? Even before kickstarting his immense ascension to unbelievable scales, the Renamon’s body was one that lesser mortals would kill for, and thanks to their inherent nature, was about as natural as one could ever hope for. No need for chemicals or ridiculous interventions, just the adjustment of variables and time spent to download the amount of data required to turn him into a miniaturized colossus. Tim still remembered when the two of them were the same height; the day that the lynx could stand on the tip of their toes and still barely reach Spikes’ pecs was the same day that they lost control over the situation, being far too enamored with their roommate’s continuous growth to even so much as have the capacity for wanting to stop it. All it took was the Renamon taking a step closer to them in order to block the sun with their body and all the fight left the cat’s body, leaving him little more than putty in Spikes’ hands, something Spikes himself wasn’t afraid to exploit for all it was worth. Hence, the protein shake. Under normal circumstances, Tim would never go so far as to do something that depraved, which coming from them was one hell of an indictment; considering the things he had done to Spikes himself, the feline refusing to do anything at all on the grounds that it would be “too much” would’ve been a warning and a half for anyone who paid the slightest amount of attention. But Tim was too far gone by that point, too lost in the adoration of every rock-hard muscle and skin-tightening vein, too much in love with every oversized inch of their lover; Spikes could’ve asked them to bring them the moon and the cat would’ve found some way to do it. By comparison, producing an extra-large protein shake with “organically-sourced protein” didn’t seem like that much of a demand, even when one considered the effects that it could have. The Renamon was all-too aware of what he was going to do to himself, having been on the receiving end of those kinds of “drinks” in the past. For whatever reason, his body reacted quite poorly when it was forced to deal with his partner’s spunk, and by “poorly” one should read “explosively”; it wouldn’t be the first time the two had to readjust his body via his Digivice after a bed or three were broken, or when a wall was torn down thanks to an unforeseen growth spurt, so the idea of him consuming an entire shake made entirely out of that substance had always been a lingering thought at the back of their minds. Tim insisted such a thing was madness; whatever happened to Spikes’ body would no doubt be so massive in scale that returning him to normal wouldn’t even be possible, not to mention the damage done to their house, their neighbours’ houses, and the entire neighborhood to go with it. The Rena, his own mind awash with the constant flood of endorphins that came from having a body like his, could not care less; he demanded the shake be made, for he wanted to experience perfection incarnate. Not that he wasn’t already such a thing; the effects of the growth on him hadn’t just left him a towering pillar of beef, adorned with what had to be the biggest package he’d ever seen, but had gone ahead and shuffled his brain around so much that he barely even recognized himself. Not that this was a bad thing; he much enjoyed his new sense of confidence, being far more confident and willing to show off his power and abilities than his old, puny self had ever been. He remembered he would once shy away from people trying to complement his body, much less trying to get a handful of it themselves, but the very thought of that felt downright unnatural now that he sported a physique that few could ever hope to approach, let alone match; even with other hypers running around, very few, if any, had the ability to sculpt their body as perfectly as he had his, giving him a distinct advantage when it came to flaunting his stuff. He often had to be reminded that some things were still out of bounds even for him, hence why the only piece of clothing he ever wore were a pair of boxer briefs with a secondary compressor field installed; without them, he’d be leaving a trail of destruction where he went, with his nuts being heavy enough to not only sink into whatever surface they lay on, but full to the point where they’d drag whatever was in front of them along with each of the Rena’s steps. This didn’t go unnoticed by Spikes himself, who preferred not to have to deal with that kind of discomfort whenever he wanted to move from point A to point B, even if he was more than happy to let go of his restrictions when he was at home; after all, why limit himself when his cock, while completely flaccid, was still as long as his torso and hard enough that he could give it a great big hug and stuff his face into his tip? All of this and more used to be a pipe dream for him, but was now his baseline reality, and all thanks to that lynx messing around with his Digivice’s electronics and software. While initially it had been done to give him improved stamina for when they adjourned to their bedrooms, it was quickly readjusted to fit far lewder goals; the Rena was already big enough to pick Tim up with two fingers by the time he drank the special protein shake, so anything else was little more than a stepping stone to what he very much assumed was the logical conclusion for his ascension. It was a term he took to using whenever no one was around, but had become more comfortable with employing around the lynx, mostly because it was entirely appropriate for what was going on with him: siphoning data from his home reality, the Renamon was quickly becoming something akin to a minor god, packing so much power and energy into his body that anyone attempting to fight him for his position would be rapidly reminded of just where they stood in the chain, a thought that warmed Spikes so much that he should really be concerned about it. Instead, he chose to further indulge this line of thinking; not only that, but bring it to where it should logically go, and lead with the assumption that, if he could become a minor deity like that, then surely he could just keep going and turn that “minor” upside down. There was nothing stopping him from just making the data transfer keep going forever, or at least until his homeworld ran out of juice to give him; the end result was as obvious as his lust for growth, hence why he chose to go with abusing multipliers and exponentials rather than simply upping the rate of expansion and waiting for it to catch up with his dream size goals. The lynx was technically no longer needed, but they had been the ones to start the whole thing… plus, Spikes had the biggest soft spot for that furball, if not outright love to some degree, so the idea of not bringing them along was simply inconceivable. He thus made sure to keep the lynx held tightly against his body somewhere where they wouldn’t be hurt by the inevitable debris, before making the first “zero adjustment”. By setting his visible size to one hundredth of his real one, then readjusting it so it fit with the previous one-to-ten ratio, their housing issues became a thing of the past by virtue of there simply not being a house anymore. The splinters flew off in every direction, ending up so far away from where the walls once stood that some folks had to actively dodge bits of plaster and wood falling at near-terminal velocities… before stopping in their tracks once they saw just what, or in this case who, had caused such a thing to happen. Spikes quite enjoyed this new freedom, brought on by the liberation that only outgrowing his home could provide. It had never been a dream of his, not until he began bulking out, but now that he saw how good it felt, he was almost disappointed he hadn’t spent several years waiting for it to happen; surely, it would’ve made the experience even more delicious than it already was. He got to appreciate his new perspective for a while before doing anything else, and found that, from where he stood (or sat, to be more precise), earthly concerns seemed… inconsequential. Everyone around him was so tiny that he couldn’t even fathom why anyone would bother doing anything but worship his own body, to the point where the Rena felt genuinely insulted that people weren’t dropping everything and anything they were doing just to make sure he was receiving the adulation he rightfully deserved. Such thoughts were transitory, though; it would be unbefitting of a gracious god such as himself to be irritated at such petty concerns, especially when the little ones around him had been given so little time to get used to his presence. That was easily fixed. The increase in size also played into his growth rate, given that it was conditional and based on however large he happened to be at any one given time; this meant that while the initial burst had destroyed his former house and made him large enough to occupy most of the property, the time it took for Spikes to get used to his new viewpoint allowed his body to start invading their neighbors’ lawns; not that the Rena particularly cared, given that the world was now his by right, but it was a useful means of gauging how fast he was growing nonetheless. With the lynx kept safe and firmly glued to him somewhere inside of his neck fluff, it was time for his attention to turn outward, towards the world that he would soon be presiding over. Already he could see a few people walking towards him, some even leaving their cars in the middle of the road just to approach the mountain of Rena beef, as if wondering if it was, indeed, real; a minority was possessed of enough courage to go so far as to touch him, a gesture that he replied to by granting a few, mercifully soft headpats to whoever got close enough, taking care not to smush anyone with a careless misapplication of his power. But this wasn’t enough; not nearly enough. He was bigger than his house and had already established himself as being there to stay, but he could still see buildings off in the distance that were taller than he was, and what sort of god was outmatched by mere architecture? He scoffed at this notion, grabbing the Digivice… only to then realize he had made a mistake as massive as he was going to be. The tiny controller had remained the same size as it always was, meaning his colossal fingers were now unable to hold onto it without either flattening it into an electronic pancake or just turning it to dust outright; even if he somehow succeeded in grabbing the miniature object, how was he supposed to use it when even the tips of his claws were larger than the monitor? Thankfully for him, the lynx was there to make sure their partner’s ascension kept going without any hitch in either of their plans; if Spikes couldn’t do it, then it fell to their consort, who deliberately chose not to grow themselves out purely so they could appreciate what it felt like to be the tiny, insignificant speck for once. All in all, it was pretty good, though they were certain they’d grow tired of it once the size difference became so much that they’d have to measure the degrees of separation with several zeroes as well. For the time being, however, the next stage in the Rena’s transformation was upon them, and to that end, there was nothing more appropriate than just abusing the compressed and uncompressed sizes again, stacking another exponential onto the previous one. The resulting explosion of mass was so grand that it effectively removed their neighborhood from the face of the map, a cloud of debris and dust being kicked up once every house was reduced to little more than pieces of rubble underneath the Rena’s feet. It was quite fortunate that most of everyone was off working somewhere else that day, otherwise they might’ve had to wonder about how many casualties there had been; not that Spikes wouldn’t be able to fix that (or at least thought he was capable of such), but it’d be such a bother that he preferred it not be a thing in the first place. Still, he looked good at those sizes, so much so that the first thing he did was flex. Not to anyone in particular, just so he himself could admire as his skin rippled and his veins bulged out, the soft layer of fur on him not nearly enough to hide the mass of muscles-stacked-upon-muscles that he had just gained. There were still a few buildings in the distance that were as tall or just slightly taller than him, but they were no longer bigger; the Rena’s shoulders were about as far apart from one another as his head was from his feet, making for a massive, hulking frame that shone brightly underneath the sun. He attempted a step, only to crack the ground and sink into it, a water main bursting between two toes and spraying his leg with cold water. He barely felt it, even when he retracted his foot and brought a few tons of asphalt and concrete up with it, showering the ground underneath him… right before he tried to step towards the city again and ended up repeating the feat. Spikes sighed, for once feeling ever-so-slightly annoyed at himself; if this was how things were going to be, then he was going to have to invest in some way he could fly or float, because having to heave his legs from the ground every time he wanted to move did not sound like a fun time. It still wasn’t enough to deter supplicants from trying to get his attention, a large crowd gathering around him comprised mostly of people who happened to be close by; their voices could barely be heard, and yet the Rena knew exactly what they wanted, though whether that was some sort of divine sixth-sense or just basic understanding how libidos worked he didn’t really know for sure. Whatever the case, he was more than happy to stand still for the time being, giving his worshippers full access to whatever part of his body they could scale; not much, but certainly enough to drive a few lesser ones to near-madness from exposure to such wanton perfection. Sadly, things weren’t meant to stay that way for too long; such an increase in size meant his passive growth was increased by a similar factor as well, straining the fabric of reality by way of the connection to his home dimension being flooded with such a colossal amount of data that everyone on both sides began to felt it. It was merely mild discomfort at first, the hair on the back of one’s neck or the fur on one’s body standing on end, as if electricity had suddenly permeated every inch of space in the air. Like an incoming storm, everyone knew something terrible was headed their way… but how wrong they were. It would be magnificent, sublime, the affirmation of true power. As far as Spikes himself cared, what he had in store for everyone was nothing short of absolute, true glory, a god granting to his followers the privilege of gazing upon his form. So what if he had to destabilize existence itself just to become that large? Sacrifices had to be made in order for progress to happen, and if that meant draining everything and everyone of their energy before he put them back in, then that’s just something that had to happen! Still, moving around was something he quite enjoyed doing, so the Rena politely asked Tim to please make it so that his body wouldn’t be punching holes into the ground by virtue of trying to take a single step. It took a bit for the lynx, lust-addled as they were, to even begin to understand what was being asked of them, taking far longer to accomplish the task than would be normal even after the message got through. This was exactly the kind of reaction Spikes expected of people, the complete inability to think when exposed to the sight of his bulbous frame shimmering underneath the light of the sun. Once he’d grown big enough to blot it out he’d need to find something else to help accentuate those curves of his, but those were concerns for later; now he had to feel himself becoming even larger, and show others what they were missing. Some complicated fiddling with density later and Tim informed their titanic lover that he was good to go; Spikes resolved to reward this with a smooch to the forehead, which unfortunately left the feline so utterly drenched that they practically became stuck to the neckfluff they were riding on. Not that they complained about it, but it still made for a rather awkward realization that the two of them would never be able to exchange an intimate moment like they used to ever again; the price of progress, really. At least what Spikes got out of it was more than enough to make up for the lack of a warm, purring kitten throwing their arms around him, because now he could present himself to the city and demand they do with him as they might. He had no doubt that the general response from just about everyone would be complete and total adoration; even those too simple or close-minded to consider surrendering themselves to him would be taken in by the crowd as they tried to fight against it. At that point, attempting to deny his divinity would be akin to swimming against a current: possible, but ultimately fruitless. He had to be extremely careful not to knock down many of the buildings in his way, even going so far as to tiptoe around a few properties just so the trail of destruction he was leaving behind him wouldn’t become even more pronounced. It wasn’t even his bulk doing most of the damage, but the package he bore between his colossal legs; not only did the Rena have to constantly push his cock away from his face, lest it bump against it and very nearly drown Tim in precum alone, but the size of those nuts he was carrying around were somewhere along the line of the utterly ridiculous. They swung dangerously close to the ground, stuffed and stretched, their forms squishing against the insides of his thighs and making any kind of walking be a lot harder than it should be; the noise as well, highly indicative of the kind of insane productivity that was going on inside of them, was enough to make even Spikes start to blush! It wasn’t in any way surprising that he was leaking as hard as he was; hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if most of the growth he was experiencing down there came mostly from his inability to properly vent everything he was making, if that was even possible. Regardless, the city was right next to him and it only took about five minutes of very careful treading for him to stand next to the outlying set of apartment blocks and offices. The roads were packed with cars, halted by virtue of their drivers being desperate to get out, a few to run away, most to sprint as close to the Rena as possible. Most everyone he saw and that saw him had the same reaction: drop anything they were doing and try to climb onto his body. Spikes would’ve preferred if an impromptu procession formed, trailing behind him and inviting more and more supplicants to join, but he guessed that, absent any kind of grandiose display like that, then having the entire population of the metropolitan area try to find a place aboard his form was a good runner-up. Besides, it was all a meaningless endeavour; the second any of them got close enough to make any sort of progress, he’d already have grown so much that the climbers might as well be on the ground. Not that this stopped any of them; if anything, it only seemed to egg them on further! Spikes could see and feel every eye being laid on him, from the lowliest clerk to the highest oligarch, his body already having become enough of a giant piece of art to be haloed by the sun behind him, casting a long, wide shadow upon the city. Anyone who bothered to look up would see not sky, but several hundred feet of Rena-beef, standing proud and watching as the little ones around him scurried to try and comprehend what they were experiencing. Was it any wonder, then, that the streets were instantly blocked by masses of vehicles, all dead in the water as their owners or passengers rushed out, eager beyond their ability to describe it to find some place to worship their new god from close by? Tim started the whole thing and even they were already lost to the allure of their new supreme being; even if Spikes couldn’t quite tell what it was the lynx was doing (they were so tiny!), he could be certain they were having plenty of fun with the amount of fluids going down onto the titanic Renamon’s neck. He’d already given up trying to force his shaft away from him; not only was it starting to become painful, but the idea of not constantly pleasuring that thing started to sound tantamount to heresy even in his mind. After all, no one else in existence would ever be big enough to handle it properly, leaving him and him alone to pick up and carry the burden. Sadly, this had the rather unfortunate side effect of causing a lot of flooding to fall upon just about everything and everywhere that happened to be in front of him; his stamina may have been increased to levels as absurd as his bulk, but so too did the amount of cum inside of him, therefore making it quite easy for him to release so much of it that gallons alone were no longer enough to quantify just how much he was pouring out. Olympic swimming pools, perhaps, were the only unit of measurement that could adequately describe the utter flood bursting out from his tip, and even then he’d have to resort to some rather inflated numbers just to make sense of it all. Every building he saw was coated in his thick seed, creamy white covering every surface he laid his eyes on, the streets serving as little more than canals for his ejaculate, with waves and currents forming as his juices tried to occupy as much room as they could. Down below, caught in the sudden storm of fluids, countless tiny ones struggled to keep themselves afloat, many failing and falling into the thickening mess, only to reemerge far past where they were meant to be. None would even so much as have a scratch on them; Spikes would see to that personally. The goal of his coating the whole city was less to relieve some of the infernal pressure he was feeling inside of himself, and more an act of affirming his superiority. It wasn’t enough to be massive anymore, he had to show off, he had to tell the world that everything was his and his by right. Completely covering an entire metropolitan area and its associated suburbs with his spunk seemed like as good of an idea as anything else, especially when he was still growing fast enough that, by the time he was “done”, his body already massively outsized anything built by mortal hands. If he took a step forward, nothing would remain in his wake; if it wasn’t his legs and feet destroying everything, then his nuts would drag whatever was there down below them and flatten it completely. This didn’t mean he wasn’t still holding onto his cock, which by that point had grown longer than his torso and about half as wide (impressive, all things considered); his love for that part of him only grew as much as it itself did, and the Rena would soon find himself unable to even let go, much less consider the possibility of halting his ministrations. All of this conspired to make him almost forget the whole point of his ascension, and Spikes found himself just about ready to fall backwards and quite possibly collapse the crust all the way to the mantle just so he could focus entirely on servicing his shaft the way it was supposed to be; it felt downright criminal to only give it two hands and not also a pair of legs, while his feet worked the balls, but that was just how things were meant to be. Sacrifices were supposed to be made for the sake of progress, and that was just going to have to be one of them. Besides, he had other things he could do to make up for it; the lynx was still there and the Digivice was, while not intact, still perfectly functional. All Spikes had to do was order the feline to perform another zero adjustment and he would be on the way to achieving the next form of his transformation into the new ruler of that reality. True to their nature, Tim was completely gone. Their mind was still technically there, but it was mostly a caged slave to their body, ruled entirely by hormones and sexual desire, left to rot in some forgotten corner of their brain while their muscles instead took over. The Rena could just barely feel it, the shapeshifter having given themselves some extra size just so they could hump Spikes’ body and be felt; it was almost adorable, in that it was mostly just inconvenient. The giant colossus had need for the feline’s ability to input numbers onto an electronic device, and now what he had instead was a hyper-sexualized furball who could barely put two and two together. He ordered Tim to listen, to return to normal, but to no avail; the cat was just not going to come back to normal. Not ever again. This left Spikes with only one solution, one that even he didn’t quite like thanks to how dangerous it was. The Digivice was still there, and if need be, he could hotlink himself to it, allowing him to perform any kind of changes he needed on the fly and without the need for a third party. It was, in essence, the best possible option for anyone who wanted full control, but it did carry with it a non-zero chance of him losing that control right after trying to exercise it; after all, being made fully aware that he could control his growth, enough that he could will himself immeasurably larger just by wanting it, was sure to have a negative impact on his ability to retain his consciousness in any measurable, appreciable form… so why was he not doing that already? Honestly, the more he thought about it the more Spikes began to wonder why he hadn’t taken the steps required to get that done in the first place; could’ve avoided the whole issue of needing to rely on Tim for his own growth spurts and just made himself as big as necessary whenever he wanted to. Perhaps it was that last part of him that refused to give in to its own divinity, that preached caution and safety rather than reckless abandon, the last chunk of his mortal mind that yet clung to a simpler, less exotic form of existence. The Renamon got rid of it the second he located where it was hiding, bringing it forth into the glorious light of his own being and letting it boil away, leaving nothing but the certainty in his own perfection and the insatiable desire to become more. And what was best, now that he had a direct connection to the device allowing the data transfer to take place, there was really nothing stopping him from just turning it up to eleven and breaking the “OFF” switch away. So that’s exactly what he did. Another zero adjustment went by and immediately things stopped making any sense. The city, which had once been the perfect landscape of white and musk, had vanished, replaced by the curvature of the planet. The sky darkened, the top of his head suddenly felt a lot colder, and nothing around him had any real definition anymore. He could sort of make out where the cities were, if he bothered to look down; seeing as his head was buried in his neckbulk, doing so would require such a complicated set of acrobatics that it would most likely end up in him tripping over and cracking the planet in half. Moving around wasn’t really possible either, given that not only was he so wide that air resistance hurt him, any kind of shift in his weight would upset the precarious balance that kept him from sinking several miles into the ground. Anyone on that side of the planet that bothered to look up, or even so much as glanced at the sky, would be blessed by the sight of so much Rena-hunk that they would most likely fall to their knees in supplication, wailing at the realization that they had just lost the last opportunity they had to reach their godlike hunk before he left them permanently… for that was what had to happen. It took until the Earth started to feel cramped for Spikes to realize that a planet-bound existence just didn’t suit him in the slightest. Again, the Digivice was still there, thus nothing was stopping him from just continuing to run zero adjustments until the cows came home and the universe itself popped while trying to contain him; plus, at the size he was at, he was already gaining miles whenever he wasn’t looking, carving long trails onto the crust and threatening to throw the whole planet into disarray. It thus stood to reason that, if the globe was just too small for him, then he had to leave; and seeing as how all he had to do was hop and be in orbit, that’s exactly what he did. It almost felt like there was no difference at all, the gravitational pull at those scales turning into something more of a background process than a constant fact of life. One moment he had his feet on the cracked ground, the next he was a permanent fixture in low orbit, as one was. He delighted in seeing his shape outlined against the surface in the form of his shadow, giving him a perfect view of just how unbelievably swollen his frame had become. Spikes could barely even move at all at that stage; his arms were so bulky that any attempt at moving them around resulted in them rubbing up against his equally-massive torso, leading to an incomprehensibly-powerful surge of sensations to fire up his spine and into his brain. This was not helped by how much of his field of view was filled by either his pectorals or his neck, with his head being sunken in a valley of titanic proportions. He had truly become perfect, or at least as perfect as he could’ve ever imagined himself being; the lynx seemed to think so too, as they’d finally let go of their own limitations and began to grow themselves out to meet their lover’s size. Not that they’d ever reach it, of course. Spikes knew things were just getting started. He thought that being as big as the planet (or bigger now, given the rate of his growth and how quickly it was accelerating) would be enough, that it would satisfy his need for size. He thought that it would be… sufficient. But it wasn’t. Not only wasn’t it enough, but now that he had it he understood that it never would have been enough; perfection was not something one could attain, but rather a goal to be achieved and perpetually surpassed. A state that was transitory by nature, since when one becomes perfect, then clearly there’s still room for improvement. This made about as much sense to him as anything else that happened that day. And the Digivice was still there, so...

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Title: How I Became a Cheerleader Ch. 20 Tags: transgender, anal sex, lingerie, swimsuit, sex change We settled into a routine among the four of us. Kevin and Trent sectioned off part of the playroom above the garage and turned it into an office for Candy and Kevin; I took the other half for a dark room for my photography course. Kevin could be found in his office at anytime of the day or night. He was beta testing a new program for a company that had hired him for the summer. Candy and I worked on our tans, and exercised when we weren't modelling and Trent was out of the house every day before seven thirty. We lived well together, no major fights; we shared the chores around the house. It was made easier by the fact that a cleaning crew came in once a week. Heather approved Candy's contract and she signed it and sent it back to J.D. She was locked in with a sportswear company called T&M clothing and was busier than I was. They were late getting the fall line out for school and needed her almost daily. I went with her for a few shoots, but didn't want to steal her thunder so I stayed in the background and dressed down and frumpy. Peter and Katheryn looked shocked the first time I showed up that way, but smiled as Candy took centre stage and seemed to understand what I was doing. Trent left me about once every two or three weeks for a week at a time, and he was home more often than any of us, meeting with Jason at their head office. I missed him, but Candy and J.D. kept me too busy to pine over my missing beau. At the end of July I started looking for a dive course. I had spoken to Brad before he left for home and I had checked several of the dive shops in LA that he recommended. All said pretty much the same thing, diving conditions in Canada were difficult, the silt in the fresh water, cold temperatures, not a lot of visibility. I decided that I would get my license there. I quick search on the internet and a few emails back and forth to Brad and I was booked at the beginning of August for just over a week. I would fly up to Toronto and stay there while I got my license. Brad had loaded me onto the course that he was helping with. I would buy all the gear I would need in Toronto from his dive shop. I only needed my bathing suits and a week and half's worth of clothes. I wanted Trent to go with me, but he was too busy with work, Candy didn't want her license and Kevin was not that strong a swimmer, so I found myself all alone in Canada, taking a dive course. Brad sent me the course book and told me what homework I needed to have completed before I got there. I flew first class; having money from modelling was great. Geoffrey's company had arranged a car for me and they took me to a very nice hotel near the airport. It was only about ten minutes from the dive shop. I checked in and then went to the shop. Brad fitted me for my mask, fins, boots and snorkel, showed me around the place, even the indoor pool they used for training and reminded me that class started at nine sharp. Dive school was harder than I thought, but still a lot of fun. We had three days of class work, and a full day in the pool. We learned how to work together with our dive buddy, emergency procedures, ditching and recovery, underwater navigation, everything we would need to survive underwater. The equipment was a lot heavier than I thought it would be, but once in the water, it was no problem. The first breath underwater was just as cool as the snuba diving we did on the cruise, but we had more freedom of movement. Our open water test dives were in an old open pit quarry, and as soon as I got underwater I understood what Brad had meant about bad visibility. You could barely see two feet in front of your mask, but it helped us understand why we had to stick together, and it also meant that we couldn't cheat with our underwater navigation test. By the end of the week, I was completely waterlogged and ready to go home, but I had to wait an extra day because of the diving. I wandered around Toronto's downtown shopping district and marvelled at the diversity and cleanliness of the city. It is really true, Canadian's really are polite. Brad took me to the airport himself and saw me onto the plane. I had already confirmed that I would be back in three weeks, just before school started to take my advanced and deep diving course. I wanted to do it right then, but he convinced me to dive off LA first. He even called a friend and arranged some diving for me. Trent met me at the airport, and I chastised him for taking time off work. He was just as excited to see me as I was to see him. He arranged for Geoffrey to pick us up and as we climbed into the back I noticed that the partition was up. "What do you have planned?" I asked. "Nothing special," he temporized, "I am just going to get you sloppy drunk on this champagne and take advantage of you on the drive home." "You don't need champagne for that." I told him, reaching out and unzipping his pants. "I have been dreaming of you all week." "Oh God Janie, I missed you." Trent moaned as I fished his pulsing rod out of his pants and slipped it down my throat. I had dressed well for the flight, as the face of CMS; I had to be well displayed at all times. I wore a tan silk blouse, with a gathered neck, a matching skirt and two inch heels. I felt Trent slip his hands into my hair, pulled up into a bun and he removed the pins holding it in place. Without letting him out of my mouth, I shook my head to let my hair rain down on him and moaned in delight and he hissed at the vibration. He ran his fingers through my loose hair as I developed a slow gentle rhythm up and down. My tongue twirling around the crown as it slid into my mouth, then I tickling his nuts when I took him deep. Trent moaned and groaned as I slipped him out of my mouth and rubbed the now wet pole over my face, looking up at him whorishly. "Did my baby miss me?" I teased. "Yesssssss," he hissed. "Does baby want me to take him back into my mouth and finish him?" "Yes," "And how do we ask?" I said as I licked his shaft from bottom to top. "Pleaseeeeeeee." "No, that is not the way we ask for our cock to be sucked." I admonished squeezing him gently. "Suck that dick bitch." He demanded. "Better." I mumbled as I licked his slit and swallowed him whole. I tugged his balls away from his body and rolled them in my hand. I didn't want him to shot too soon so I played with him. I locked my fingers around his nuts, keeping them away from his body and while he was still in my mouth I used my other hand to scrape my nails against his scrotum. Trent hissed with pain and delight and I did it again. "I'm gonna cum." He panted. "No you're not." I corrected, holding his balls tight. He convulsed his cock expanding in my mouth but nothing came out. By my holding his balls, he couldn't shoot his cum, but he could have a dry orgasm. Trent grunted and moaned in pain and delight as I held him prisoner by his own balls. Finally he relaxed on the seat and started breathing again, I continued to lap at the pre-cum he dripped. "What did you do to me?" He asked. "I made you dry cum." I told him. "I looked it up on the net and found that if I hold your balls away from your body, you can't shoot cum, but you still have an orgasm. Now it is my turn." I pulled up my skirt and sat down on him, taking him all the way in. My saliva was more than enough lube for us and we both groaned as I wiggled him deep inside me. "Now that is so much better." I moaned. "This is the only way to get home." He agreed. "Baby, you are home." I told him kissing him deeply and grinding our crotches together. "You are the best." He said, holding me tight and kissing me back. "I just want something soft and slow lover." I told him. "Make love to me, you can fuck me later." For the rest of the ride, we cuddled and rocked back and forth on the seat, gently holding each other and lost in our own world. Suddenly, the intercom came alive and Geoffrey's voice came over. "Five minutes Mr. McKabe." "What was that?" I asked surprised and looking around. "I told Geoffrey to give us five minutes warning before we got home." Trent told me suddenly picking up his pace. "Good thinking" I panted, grabbing the back of the seat behind Trent and hanging on as he started banging me. He was picking me up and dropping me on his cock, thrusting harder and harder. I tried to be quiet, but it was too much and a loud groan escaped my clenched teeth. "If you keep making that much noise, Geoffrey will hear you." Trent cautioned. "I can't help it," I panted. "You make me scream." "Well, do what you can to be quiet." He told me, fucking me harder and harder. I buried my face in his shoulder and moaned in delight as I felt him start to swell; I slammed my pussy down on him and came. I bit into his shoulder and screamed with my mouth full of his suit jacket as I felt him shoot his load inside me. All that came out was a muffled sound. I collapsed on top of him, both of us panting for breath and kissing hungrily. "If you think this will get you out of trouble for leaving me alone for a week, think again." He told me. I slipped of him and my thong snapped back into place, trying to hold his load inside me. Trent zipped up just as the car stopped at the gate house and we were waved thru without hassle. I knelt down on the floor to avoid ruining my skirt, but I could still feel him starting to run out of my pussy. Geoffrey stopped the car and I hopped out before he could open the door. I didn't want him to see me kneeling in front of Trent. "Thank you Geoffrey." I told him blushing madly. "Always a pleasure Miss. Holcombe," He said with a certain smile and tipping his hat. "I will bring the luggage in for you." I could tell that he knew what had happened and my blush deepened. "No Geoffrey," Trent said, handing him a sizable tip, after rolling down the windows as he got out. "I've got them." "Very good sir," Geoffrey said politely and he watched as we took my two bags into the house before he left. The next three weeks were fairly busy for all of us. Candy and I had several more shoots, Kevin never left his office, he was trying to finish the beta testing before school started and Trent had another trip, this one to England. I really wanted to go with him, but J.D. had me booked solid. I did get my diving trips in and it only served to get me completely hooked. I must have spent almost two thousand dollars in the dive shop Brad's friend owned. Then I spent even more on the camera rig that I needed. J.D.'s money was going to a good cause. My advanced and deep diving course only took six days. I completed the in class portion in a day, six dives in three days and two days to decompress so that I could fly and I was home and ready for school. During our off time, Candy and I had toured each other's campuses. I took her to UCLA and she dragged me all over USC. We got registered and had all our lists and supplies ready before school started. Candy had already started working with the cheer squad at USC, and made the team right out of the gate. Classes began in September and I had little time to dive as work and school took up most of my time. I learned that despite what Peter told me, I still had a lot to learn about photography. My professor was surprised at the level of competence that I showed; I didn't have the heart to tell him that Peter was tutoring me. I even did some shots of Candy for her layouts for T&M. Computer class was harder, but again I had Kevin to bounce ideas off of and we helped each other out with homework. I did three more photo shots for Carol in September alone, one on a school night that lasted until two in the morning. Even Trent was better company than I was the next day. Trent still worked for Jason, but not as much. He spent any available time at the office; it seemed that he only came home to sleep. The work load we were all carrying was enormous. But the most wonderful thing happened at school in late September. I was walking across campus to me second class of the day and I heard a squeal behind me and turned around. Three girls were charging towards me and screaming. "You are the model for CMS aren't you?" One of them stammered. I didn't know how to react. J.D. and Heather had told me to keep quiet about my modeling, but they didn't exactly cover this situation. "Who me," I asked surprised. "Yes," the one in the middle said. "I saw you on the website last night and on the news over the summer. I just didn't think you were still in school. You look so professional on the site I thought you were older." "I..." "I saw that outfit yesterday on the website." The tall blonde said looking at my grey knit dress. "I was going to buy it, but I didn't think it wouldn't look that good in real life." "Well," I temporized. "This is a CMS dress, and with your legs, you would kill in this outfit." "You really think?" She asked hopefully. She was taller than I was and had long lean legs. "Absolutely," I said confidently. "This dress, no stockings, and grey two inch heels, you'll have to step over the guys tongues as you walk to class." She blushed. "Look, I am late for a meeting with my computer professor, I gotta jet." I said by way of an escape and headed off to the computer building. I really did have a lab scheduled, but no meeting, I just wanted to get out of there. As I left I thought I heard one of them say, "was it her?" I tapped my earpiece and activated my Bluetooth, "call J.D." "J.D. Timerson and Associates, how may I help you?" A pleasant female voice answered my call. "Hi April, its Janie, can I talk to J.D. please?" "Hey Janie, just a sec, she's coming out of a meeting and I'll let her know you are on the line." There was a pause and a click. "Janie, what's happening?" "J.D., good to hear your voice, I've got a question for you." "Shoot honey." "I was just asked by a couple of students if I am the girl on the CMS website." I informed her. "I know that you and Heather told me to keep it low key, but..." "But you don't want to lie." J.D. finished for me. "Yeah." "Don't," she said firmly. "Tell people if you want. Be proud of your work, god knows I am. And Carol and Peter can't say enough good things about you. Katheryn is still Katheryn, but I know that she loves working with you too; she just can't say it without ruining her rep. It is just stores that will use it as a marketing scheme. If the people you run into ask, tell them." "But you said..." "I know what I said; just don't use it to spoil things." She told me. "Be proud of what you do. Wear the clothes and show them what they are buying. Also, just so you know, CMS has had a thirty percent jump in sales since your pictures were posted. Your next cheque should be really sweet." "J.D., I'm still..." "Don't sweat it Janie, just deal with it as it comes up. Pass that on to Candy too will ya? Listen honey, I've got another meeting starting, I'll call you later and we can talk some more if you need to. Love you, bye." And the line went dead in my ear. I made it through the rest of my day in a haze, trying to reconcile what J.D. told me and what I was feeling. I was proud that I was the face of CMS, but I didn't want it to interfere with school, but it seemed that I wasn't allowed to make that choice. As I left the campus that day, four more people asked me if I was the model and I said yes. That started the brushfire of news and gossip around the school, by the next morning people were waiting for me everywhere. I had spoken to Candy the night before and she said that she had been noticed on campus to and that we had to be ready the next day. I suggested that we wear the schoolgirl outfits that we got on Hollywood Blvd, since we were going to school. Candy looked at me like I was crazy then she laughed and said that that might be a little over the top. After some consultation we came up with suitable outfits for both of us. Candy wore a red leotard with the T&M logo on the left breast and low slung jeans with four inch heels. I had a little more work to do with my outfit. I finally decided on the white four inch heels, no hose, a simple light wrap dress, diagonal strips, white, light blue and navy. My hair was in a French braid and my makeup light and innocent looking. I felt famous as I climbed out of my car and students and professors stopped and started taking pictures with their cell phones. I heard shouts and cries of "It's her." "She's the one on the website." "I saw that outfit last night." Cameras clicked and flashed around me and I just smiled, locked my car and headed to my first class. I got a text from J.D. at lunch and she said to call her immediately. "What have you done?" She demanded as soon as I got through to her. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. "Traffic on Carol's site has more than tripled and sales are through the roof. "I just wore the summer wrap dress to school today." I replied innocently. "Well, keep it up." She told me. "Your commission will be substantial this month, and call Candy, let her know that T&M's site is seeing the same thing." "Excellent." "One more thing, I need both of you for a shoot this weekend. Carol and T&M have agreed to a crossover for the winter season line. You are both going to model both CMS and T&M and appear on both sites. Same deal as before, before you ask." "Can do J.D., I'll let Candy know." "Thanks honey, I will let you know details. Bye." I called Candy and let her know about the changes and she was just as thrilled as I was. More exposure and commission, not to mention more clothes were all we needed to be ready to go. That set the tone for the balance of my school life at UCLA. I dressed with care every day, always picking an outfit that Carol gave me and looking my best. On the occasional day when we wanted to be bags, even models need some down time; we would switch cars, dress down and sit in different areas of our classes. We were all invited to too many parties to count. We skipped most of them. Kevin didn't drink, Trent usually had to be up to early to work and Candy and I couldn't drink without gaining weight, and since that was all that happened at those parties we didn't bother. We instead took turns dancing for our guys and getting royally shafted for the effort, which was what we wanted anyway. By Thanksgiving, we were all ready to go home for break. Ashley arranged the train for us again, all first class and we left Wednesday afternoon. The station was crowded, but not as bad as the airports were. We made it home in plenty of time and Mom was there waiting for me. Susan had arrived about an hour earlier and she drove us both home. My room was just as I had left it, and Mom came in as I started to unpack. "I hope you brought a nice dress for tomorrow night." She told me. "Jason and Heather have their annual party and we have been told to be there." "What no invitation this time." "Nope, command performance." "I'll be ready Mom, but what about our dinner?" "I have invited Jason, Heather Trent and Gerry for dinner the next night. Susan is bringing her boyfriend Steve." "A nice quite dinner for a change, I like that." "Well it will be for Jason and family." "And how are things going with you and Gerry?" I teased. "Just fine young lady," Mom said sternly. "Good, I just want to be informed if I am going to be getting a new brother or sister anytime soon." "JANIE," Mom screamed blushing furiously. "What, I just want to make sure that you are using protection." I said with a smile. "Or do we need to have the talk Mom." "That will be quite enough of that Missy." She said trying to glare at me, but her smile kept trying to break through. "Mom you have always told me that a woman needs..." "Don't start quoting my own advice at me." Mom giggled. "I know, I just wanted to be sure that you are happy Mom." "Very," she responded walking out the door with dignity. I slipped up behind the door and as I closed it I couldn't resist a parting shot. "And just a little bow legged." "JANIE," Mom shrieked blushing scarlet as my door closed. Heather's dinner party was just as magnificent as the one the previous year. Susan introduced me to Steve, a tall handsome guy, dark hair, goatee, looking very uncomfortable in a suit, but nice the same. He was a mechanical engineer and he looked like the type that would be more at home building machines than sitting in boardroom. Mom wore an off the shoulder white chiffon gown with a flare skirt and three inch stilettos. She came up just past Gerry's shoulder. Susan was beautiful in a simple blue suit that must have cost a fortune. Heather had on the traditional little black dress. Candy was just as hot in a red sequined mini dress that stopped at a little high on her thighs with three inch red stilettos. All the guys wore black tuxedos different colour ties and cummerbunds to match their date's dress. Jason black, Steve blue, Gerry white Kevin wore red and Trent wore gold. I wore a new dress from Carol, strapless and backless evening gown, gold orange and yellow stripped material slit to the hip and deep orange strappy heels. My blonde hair was down around my shoulders, loose and full. I looked like the Princess of Autumn. I had a light salad for dinner before Mom laced me into a corset; I wasn't going to be eating anytime soon. The party was a big success as always. Candy and I were noticed again but this time by several very prominent people. The mayor commented on both of us as we stood off to the side by the buffet table, sipping sparkling apple cider. "You are the two models that are tearing up the internet aren't you?" She asked us, she pointed at me, "You model at CMS," and turning to Candy, "and you are at T&M." "Yes ma'am." Candy said smiling broadly at being recognized. "I thought so, my daughter, Zoe has been showing me every outfit on their sites, begging for them for Christmas, and that she will die if she doesn't get them." "Sorry about that," I offered. "Don't be, I remember what it is like to be a fourteen year old girl." She said wistfully. "At least you have some less revealing outfits on those sights." "Less revealing?" I questioned. "Yes, all of the more risqué apparel is kept in the section labelled sensible mature, some place no self respecting teenager would ever go, also you have to prove you are over eighteen to get into those areas." "Oh," Candy said softly. "I can't wait to tell her tomorrow that I met you two." "Are you sure that is a good idea," Candy asked, as the mayor looked back puzzled. "If you tell her you met us, she will never stop pestering you for outfits from those sites." "You may have a point." She laughed and moved on. Candy made a note on her phone and looked at me. "When we get back home, remind me to get a couple of our pictures and we can autograph them for her daughter." "You are wicked." I giggled. "You know it." Candy laughed and we headed out into the crowd. The band played soft music in the background, the singer had a beautiful voice and several times Jason appeared and dragged me onto the dance floor. "When are you going to dump that useless boyfriend of yours and run off with me?" He teased. "Right after you find a way to get away from that suspicious wife of yours." I told him looking deep and meaningfully into his eyes. "I am watching you two." Heather said as she strolled by. "Good, then you know how wonderful he is." I said sweetly, hugging Jason tighter. "See what I mean." Jason laughed. "That does it," he said returning my hug, "I am taking you as my mistress." "Over my dead body," Trent said cutting in. "Drat, foiled again." Jason laughed moving off to speak to someone of importance. We skipped the Black Friday shopping, none of us needed anything so after the party ended and the guests and caterers left, Jason unlocked the pool room and we all went to change. It was after three in the morning and Trent and I were in his room getting dressed for the pool. He slipped into his jams, a really loud flowered pair that he picked up in Hawaii on his last trip before the school year and I wore my black bikini, high cut bottoms and very small top. We came downstairs and found the rest of them already in the pool room. Heather was in the hot tub with Mom, Susan and Steve Candy and Kevin were in the pool and Jason and Gerry were at the bar. I walked in and Gerry and Jason started to whistle, that stopped suddenly when a wet towel hit each of them in the head. Steve just stared but fortunately Kevin only looked up and then went back to trying to drown Candy. "I think I have been chasing the wrong Holcombe girl." Gerry said still staring. "That is my dancing partner you are talking about." Jason said. "That is my girlfriend you are both drooling over," came Trent's reply. "Hey, remember us." Heather and Mom stepped out of the hot tub and pressed themselves against their respective men. "You didn't tell me your sister looked like that." Steve told Susan not taking his off of me. "Like what?" Susan said darkly. "Like a fashion model." He muttered still kind of dazed. "Well she is, so put your eyes back in your head." She told him elbowing him sharply. I kicked off my heels, dropped my wrap and jumped into the pool. That seemed to snap everybody out of their respective trances. I surfaced and Trent popped up beside me and we looked about surprised, the place was starting to look like a high school make-out party. Heather and Jason were lip locked behind the bar, but only his hands were visible and from the movement of her shoulders, one could tell where her hands were. Mom was encased in Gerry's arms, and his hands were glued to her ass, not the thing her daughter needed to see. Candy and Kevin had moved to the empty hot tub and they were swapping spit as he caressed her breasts and she sat on his lap, her hips moving suggestively. Susan and Steve had taken our place beneath the diving board, him hanging from it and her hanging from him. I looked at Trent and shrugged. "When in Rome," I said to him, putting my arms around his neck and sticking my tongue down his throat. Trent swam us to shallow water and stood up and pulled me closer. I wrapped my legs around him and he slipped a finger into my suit bottoms. He flicked my clit and started to finger my pussy. I still wore my vagina and I ground it into his crotch. I shuddered as he worked one two then three fingers into me. My groan could be clearly heard in the room, it mixed with the other groans and the sloppy sounds of kissing. Breaking the kiss I looked into his eyes, "Take me to bed." I whispered. He slipped his hand out of my suit and walked out of the pool and upstairs without putting me down, kissing me on the way. He finally put me down in his room, but only long enough to undo his shorts. He had pulled the strings to my suit loose as he carried me upstairs and they dropped as soon as we crossed the threshold. The door closed behind us and I spread my legs and let the vagina fall to the floor. I had only placed it in my suit for the swim. Trent picked me back up after he kicked off his own shorts and carried me to the bed. I was kissing his chest and licking his neck. He cradled me in his arms and gently lowered me onto the bed. I grasped his shaft and pulled him down to me. Our lips met and he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I moaned as he gripped my clit and stroked me as I stroked him. He held himself up on one arm and I hit his elbow and he dropped on top of me with a wonderful grunt. "What did you do that for?" He questioned. "I wanted to feel your body on mine." I panted at him. "Now take me." "Janie are..." "Take me," I demanded, guiding his rampant pole towards my waiting entrance. He slipped inside the ease of long practice and I moaned in delight. "Oh baby, that is where you belong." "I love you." He whispered and kissed me. "I know you do Trent, I love you too." I said as I started to move my hips, but he grabbed hold of me and stopped me. "What is it?" "Nothing," he said, rolling over, "I just want to be inside you for a while." I lay down on his chest and snuggled into his powerful arms. We kissed slowly and passionately, our hands stroking each other's sides and faces. I flexed my channel and kept him hard and he rubbed his hips against mine. His curly pubic hair tickled my clit and kept me hot. We kissed and cuddled for a long time, neither of us checking the clock and in the middle of a deep kiss, we slipped together into a deep relaxing sleep, still connect to each other. I woke in the morning to Trent gently nursing on my clit. I loved the feel of his lips and tongue on my most delicate parts and moaned in delight. "Oh baby, I love when you wake me like that." "I know," he replied, letting me drop out of his mouth, but still licking me. "You tell me that every time." "I am sorry I fell asleep on you last night." I said. "I did it too, but it was a wonderful sensation, to sleep buried inside your pussy." "Ummmm, I think so too, but now I need to clean up." I said trying to get up. "Nothing doing, I haven't finished my breakfast yet." Trent said pushing me back down on bed and sucking my clit into his mouth again as he slipped three fingers into my pussy and tickled my prostate. My back arched up off the bed and I came instantly in his mouth, screaming in delight and surprise. I only shot a little, as usual, but Trent sucked my juices down anyway, relishing my flavour. He kept pressure on my prostate and I kept coming, or at least that is what it felt like, I don't think I gave him any more breakfast, but he sucked and swallowed anyway. Finally I had to push him away. "Enough, enough," I panted. He slipped up my body and kissed me deeply, our tongues lapping at each other, my juices adding flavour to the kiss, I gasped as I felt him slid inside my channel, the same as the night before. "OOOOOHHHHHHHH," I groaned. "You didn't think I was gonna let you off the hook so easily, do you?" "No, I was hoping you wouldn't." I told him thrusting up to meet his pounding hips. "You were such a beautiful woman last night; it was all I could do not to fuck you downstairs on the buffet table in front of everyone." "That might have been a little too much." I said, rocking my hips even more. Trent had got my engine going and I wanted more. I gripped his shoulders and levered myself up onto his thighs, his hands slipped down and grabbed my cheeks, pulling them wide. "Make up for it now big boy, FUCK ME." Trent lifted and dropped me bodily onto his probing muscle and I corkscrewed myself down onto him. He went deeper this way and I wanted him too. The feel of him took me back to the edge of orgasm even though I had just come. My head fell back and I know my eyes rolled up into my head, the feeling of him pounding me was all I needed in life, but then he put his head down and bit my left nipple, I screamed and came again all over both of us. My pussy locked tight on him and sent him over the edge too. I felt his passion shooting deep inside me and sighed in delight. We collapsed on the bed and fought for breath. I felt him start to shrink inside me and whined as he slipped out of me. I loved the full feeling I got from him being inside of me. It took several minutes for us to be able to speak. "Come on," Trent finally wheezed, "we need to get cleaned up and get some breakfast." "Lunch you mean." I told him pointing at the clock and seeing it was already after one in the afternoon. We cleaned up in the shower, I took especially good care of him, making sure he was squeaky clean, and kissable, which almost led to another bout of love making, but we were able to control ourselves, barely. Dressed in my robe, I slipped across to my bedroom and picked out an outfit, lavender thong, pink bike shorts, and a white wife beater shirt. Barefoot I padded down to the kitchen and found most of the rest of the family seated around the table sipping coffee. "Morning all," I said cheerfully, only to be grumbled at. "Rough nigh huh?" I said smiling. "Yeah, the party kinda got a little out of hand after you left." Candy said quietly. "Jason started experimenting with alcohol and well..." "You guys got tanked." I finished for her. "Yes," Heather said just as softly. "Your mother and Gerry are still asleep, but we agreed to shift dinner to tomorrow night so everyone could have a quiet day." "In that case, I think Trent and I will go to my place where we can have some fun without disturbing you guys." I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the kitchen and out of the house. We grabbed the keys to one of the cars in the garage and I hopped in. "Let's go." I demanded. "But if we are going to be there all day, shouldn't we take..." "You won't need anything," I told him firmly, "including the clothes you have on." Trent jumped in and we roared off to my house.

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Title: Twilights Delight by MonstersPen Tags: M/F, Wolf Twilights Delight. Please leave comments Warning the fallowing story is of a frank, explicate, and yiffy nature. Not ment for younger readers. In the darkness of a forest, my pray was running away. Her orange fur glowing like the sun as I chased her. I had to hurry in order to catch her before the storm broke. She looked back and gave me a look with her blue eyes, with the depth and beauty of the sea. Trees whizzed past as I chased her. Suddenly she dove into a cave and watched me go by. I am not that stupid this is my forest and I knew where the cave came out. In the darkness I crept, finding my pray with ease, my black fur keeping me hidden from her. As the storm broke I pounced. "Oh god!!! Please don't eat me." She screamed as she was pinned to the floor. "I wont eat you, much. I am a not a cannibal. Carnivore yes cannibal no." I state jokingly. "My name is Nocktel. What's yours?" "Nakita. If you aren't going to eat me then why chase me?" She asked. "Well I didn't say I wasn't going to nibble. I truly was just enjoying the run." I answered innocently. "Oh well could you let me up. There is something in between my legs I would like to investigate." She inquires nicely so I move my claws and roll over onto my back. "I think this is what you where feeling. Sorry if you are disappointed but I get excited easily." I laugh indicating my quickly growing cock. Nakita looks at me, and smiles. "So its pleasure you seek. Well let's see how I can assist you." Nakita drops to her knees and places her warm claws around my growth. She takes her coarse tongue and licks my cock from its base to its head making me groan in pleasure. Nakita slowly put my head into her muzzle. I close my eyes as she slips more of my length into her muzzle. Then she takes her muzzle back and leaves my rock hard cock standing alone. "Oh come on that is so not fair. I was just enjoying it." I admit to her. "I am going to make you want my muzzle more then your life and you going to thank me for it." Nakita told me with a voice of pure serenity. "Oh and how are you going to do that?" I asked stupidly as a bolt of lightning cracks. Nakita pulls this small ring out of her ass moaning a bit as she did. "This is called a cock ring. It wont let you cum till I take it off." Nakita stated as she threw it around my cock before I could react. I watched as she started to finger herself. She looks at me and signals me to take over. I place my paws at her mound and start inserting my digits one by one. My tongue licking her clit while I sucked her juices up. She moans loudly as I squeeze my other paw up her ass. My tongue probed her tight pussy letting me taste her sweet juices. She screamed as I went faster and deeper with my tongue. I loved Nakitas taste as I drove my tongue as far as I could, my paw still probing her tight ass. Her body tensed around my tongue and paw. I pulled my paw out and clamped my muzzle over her pussy, ass, and clit. Thunder drowned her moans as her sweet cum flowed into my muzzle. I swallowed all of her sweet juice as she came again and again into my waiting maw. She grabbed my head as she her orgasm waned. "Your ... very ... good at ... that. I am going to make you love me." Nakita declared as she threw me back to the ground. She grabbed my huge cock and started to slide it in her. Nakitas tight pussy gave me a hard time as I reached a barrier. I grabbed her waist and forced her as far as I could, making her scream as I stretched her. When her hips hit mine, she moaned loudly. Her blue eyes closing as she started to ride my cock. My own eyes closed enjoying her tight pussy around my now throbbing cock. Her pussy sliding up and down on my huge length as she rode me. I moaned as I felt her body connect with mine again and again. I started to thrust into her as lightning struck. I howled as I thrusted hard into her body expecting to be relieved, only to be burdened by the ring around my cock. She knew that I had tried to cum and it made her moan all the louder as she rode my dick harder, thrusting me further inside her as she reached her peak. Nakitas body convulsed and tightened, around my cock making me try to cum again, only to drive myself even further into her already trembling pussy. Her juices flowed all over me as she came hard and loud on my throbbing length her voice once again drowned by the thunder. As her orgasm faded she looked at me. "Not yet, you have to love me before you can cum in me." Nakita taunted as she rose and turned her back to me. She lowered her ass onto my cock and looked at me again. "If I cum more then you try to then I will not believe that you love me. I want you to shout my name every time you cum in my ass so that I know you tried." "NAKITA PLEASE LET ME CUM!!!! MY COCK IS ABOUT TO EXPLODE!!!" I shouted as the lightning flashed again. "Not yet, my love. I am going to drive you mad about me before I let you cum." Nakita insisted. She pushed her ass onto my cock, moaning as it slowly entered her. I moaned loudly as I felt her very tight ass wrap around my huge cock. Her ass slowly ingested my throbing member. As I came I shouted her name in surprise I had come that quickly in her rectum. She felt my cock pulse hard in her ass as she still lowered herself so that I could not see her face, but I could see my huge cock in her ass. She finally hit my base and then started to ride my length with her rump. Not even the thunder drowned my voice as I screamed her name again. Her ass was my poison, as she slowly rode my huge rod. Every time she hit my base I howled her tight ass wrapped around my member was all I wanted. My cock was throbbing in her ass so much that I was surprised she didn't use it as a vibrator. Then I felt her tighten around me as she came. I howled her name as I came harder then ever, totally unable to lose my load into her. As her juices ebbed away again she looked over her shoulder to my face. "So I see you really love me. Lets see how you like my mouth. Then if you love that I might let you cum in my ass." Nakita stated as she lifted her self enough to slide my cock into her pussy again wiping her ass from it. Nakita slipped me out of her again. She placed her mound at my muzzle as she held my growth with her claws. I grabbed her ass and started to stick my tongue into her wet hole again. As my tongue entered her she started licking my growth. I then took my tongue out of her pussy and stuck it into her ass wanting to taste what I would go back into if I were lucky. Nakita screamed as she came in my face, her juices soaking my fur to the bone. Nakita grabbed my cock and started to deep throat it. My tongue, responding to the pleasure, dove further up her ass. Nakita screamed my name as lightning struck. She took my length again and thrusted it into her muzzle. I came as she wrapped her tongue around me, sending my own tongue deeper into her, making her cum as well. She shoved my whole length down her throat trying to get me to cum again and as I howled over the thunder, she let go of my throbbing member. "You are extremely good with that tongue of yours. I believe I have let you suffer enough." Nakita stated as she took the ring off. "You realize what is going to happen if you give me anal right?" I asked meekly. "You are going to explode in my ass and that's where I want it." Nakita announced. "Then ride me again with your back to me so I can watch you slide up and down my length. I will try my hardest to hold back my load if you do." I promised. "That's really ... (she sticks her paw up her ass one digit at a time) ... hot ... oh fuck this give me your cock you big mother fucker." Nakita screams as she gets back into position. As I watch her ass engulf my length, I place my paws on her hips. My claws dig lightly into her rump as the lightning strikes again. She moans as I drive my huge rod deep into her again and again. The thunder can't drown her howls as I pump into her with all my strength. Her body trembles each time her hips hit mine. Her body clamps over my cock as she comes again her juices flow over me as I continue to pump my rod into her. Just one more time I tell myself silently as I stuff her with my length wanting her to feel like I felt. She continues to ride me moaning loudly as the lightning strikes just outside the cave. I feel her tighten around me again her body is shaking. "Oh god cum please I need it now!" Nakita howls as she comes again. My turn. "Not until you cum four times on me. I will make you feel what I feel. I will make you need me." "BUT I ALREADY NEED YOU. YOUR COCK IS THE ONLY ONE I CAN HAVE. I KNEW THAT THE LAST TIME YOU WHERE IN MY ASS SO PLEASE CUM!!!" Nakita screams over the thunder. I thrust my length as far as I can into her and release my tension into her. She moans and screams as she comes with me. She still rides my cock as I pump my seed into her, my every load releasing at once filling her and over flowing onto the ground. We lay there together as the storm starts to subside. "Thank you Nocktel I really need you now. I don't think I could ever love another." Nakita states my seed still dripping from her. "Well Nakita if your so sure that you can't then I guess it is only fair that I alone fuck you forever. In fact I am still ready." I indicate my hard length being at attention. "Let me do something about that first. You never did cum in my muzzle like I wanted you to." She wined. "No I guess I didn't. Lets fix that."I teased. The end ... or is it By MonstersPen (Nocktel) Wolfie

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Title: Flinch by Squirrel Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Oral, Psychological, Romance, Vaginal Do NOT flinch. One of the first rules of being prey ... and one of the rules he always broke. (The second, the moment you flinched, they would pounce. The predator, he would pounce ... if you moved. If you flinched. Without fail.) Motion, movement ... ... more, more, coming from the right. Coming at him, and ... ... his blue-grey eyes snapped open. The honey-tan mouse's eyes blinked, and he sat up, quickly, panting, eyes meeting the source. Lit by a single lamp. With rain patter-patting on the roof. On the window. The countryside under the beating drum of March's marching rains. Prelude to spring. "It's only me," was Adelaide's hush. The hush of her. The pink-furred bat. His mate. Her hush, it was as soft as her fur. How could she be that soft? In voice, in form, in pose ... how could anything be that soft? "Oh," was Field's simple breath. "Oh, I ... um ... I'm sorry," was his own whisper. But his was frantic. His had an edge of fear about it. "I didn't realize you'd ... you'd come into the room," he stammered, sniffling. Sitting up in bed. Bare. Clutching a sheet. Chest rising, falling. Shoulders sagged. "I've been in here since before you fell asleep," she said. Biting her lip. "Remember?" The mouse's eyes darted. He did ... he thought he did. No, he definitely did. "Field ... " "I remember," he said, but didn't meet her eyes. "I was just ... I'm a light sleeper. You know that." "Another dream? Another nightmare?" "I just couldn't sleep." She wanted to press the issue. Press the matter. They were in their bedroom. It was nearing ten. They'd both been home from work for a few hours now, and ... after supper (around eight), they'd wound up here. Their mood had been playful ... ... hadn't it? Hers had been. His had been ... detached. At first. Like he'd removed himself from things. From reality. For his own safety. As if he'd gone into some kind of internal shock, but ... was attempting to hide the fact. She'd seen that look before. They'd sunk to the bed. The sheets. The mouse's shirt the first thing to go. Followed by hers. And the two furs, weary from the day, from the repetitive, drone-like nature of their respective jobs ... they needed to FEEL. He always calmed down once they got going. It was getting him jump-started ... that took the most work. She'd put her muzzle to his neck. And huffed ... as his paws had worked at her attire. As their paws fumbled. Paws roving, caressing fur. Tugging at clothing. Several minutes before they were actually bare. Exposed to the warming bedroom air. To the dust motes and all. A kiss. A slight kiss, and ... both of them on their sides, and their legs began to entwine. And the mouse whispered, "Maybe ... maybe we should take a shower." "We don't need to ... " Her huff onto his cheek. "It's fine ... " "No, but ... we've been working." The mouse's obsessive-compulsive nature. He wanted cleanliness. Clean. Perfect clean. Intimacy wasn't clean. It was hot, passionate. Fur, form, saliva. Fluid. It was messy. But, oh, what a mess! "Field ... this wasn't a problem yesterday." "Well, it's ... I just think we should take a shower first." "We can take a shower AFTER," the bat said. Blowing her breath into his ear. One of his dishy, swiveling ears. "After," she whispered, "we'll need it. We don't need it now ... " "I just ... I know, but ... " "Field ... we're not gonna get sick from a kiss. From this. From ... we're clean, darling. It's not gonna kill us. This is love. Love won't make you sick." The mouse said nothing. Only a weak, "I know ... " She kissed his earlobe. "Just ... relax," she whispered. "Field, relax. Let go, okay? We're gonna feel good. We've had a hard day. A hard week. We're gonna let go now ... okay?" A nod. "Okay?" Another nod, and ... a returned kiss. To her cheek. To her muzzle. To her lips. He was so tender and delicate. So gentle. It broke her heart to see him in such pain. He wasn't always like that. Wasn't always like this. A lot of the time, he was okay. He seemed normal. But when you looked closer, you saw the invisible pain he harbored. From his past. From the demons in his head. When you looked closer, you saw that he was afraid. Always afraid. He was a total mouse. She was his mate. She loved him, and she knew ... oh, she knew ... that he loved her, too. The bright way he would look at her. The spark in his eyes. The child-like innocence in the way he trusted her. Depended on her. He was the submissive one. He was the one that needed nurturing. Often, he would admit to feeling guilty. Convinced she gave so much to him, but what did she get from him ... in return? She would look at him, every time, and whisper, "Devotion. Companionship. Love." Pause. "What you give is priceless." But his tender lips gave her a tender kiss ... again ... again. "Again," she whispered, her lips meeting his. Little smack-smack sounds. Wet, breathless! Where resolve went to drown. For there was no resisting this! Noses flared. His nose, sniffing, twitching (in its mousey way), it flared ... and his whiskers brushed her cheeks. The mouse wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her with him ... as he rolled to his right. To the very middle of the bed. Field, thin, slender, with his toned chest ... he might've seemed frail. The mouse was in better health than before. He was eating better now, and ... he was building his muscles. Quite nicely. But he was still self-conscious. Still felt too thin. Still felt ... that she would find flaws in him. For he saw them SO easily in himself. Surely, she must see them, too? But if she did, she didn't show it. And if she cared, he didn't know it. For the way she touched him, how her paws ran up and down his sides, and how they clutched his fur. And how the breath of her ... was on his muzzle. And how her wings would stretch and wrap around him. The way she lost herself in him. Physically. Emotionally. It was overwhelming to the mouse. He clutched at her fur. Planted little kisses on the warmth of her. A paw running, cupping under a breast ... as lips, starting to get wet and heated, met. And parted with another smack. And his tail, thin, ropy, pink, it trailed to the edge of the bed, the tip trailing off. Her ears, angular and swept back, could hear his heart. His heart that went ... hammer-hammer. Hammer-hammer. So fast. So quick. The heart of prey. The heart of a mouse. Could she do anything to slow him down? One of Field's paws went behind her ... massaging her rump-cheeks. The soft fur there, and her stubby tail. Only a foot long, and like an otter's tail. Or a kangaroo. Meant for balance and steering. Aerial steering. Many of the bat's bones were very light. She could fly. Oh, his love could fly! Her paw strayed between their bodies ... down, down. Found ... what it was fishing for. Field drew a breath. Adelaide didn't squeeze it (his mouse-hood). Just held it. Softly, in her grip. In her fingers. In her paw. And allowed her thumb to fiddle on the head of it. Over the ridge at the back of the head. Back and forth, back and forth ... on the most sensitive spots of him. Her thumb running over the top of the head, across the slit, and down ... up and down. The mouse had no sheath. They'd cut it at birth ... but it didn't bother him. It was cleaner, more streamlined ... smoother ... that way. Didn't bother him ... Didn't bother her ... ... as she wriggled down the length of him. The mouse began to huff. Knowing what she was up to. And he started to squirm away, and her paws held him down. "Uh-uh, mousey ... " "Too sensitive," he whispered. "Just relax. Just," she told him, "relax." The mouse's whiskers twitched. Nose going ... sniff-twitch. Him on his back, legs slightly parted. In the early-night dim of the bedroom. The rain outside, it was so complete. The mouse had never climaxed ... through oral. The mouse, in ANY situation, took forever to climax, anyway. He had excellent stamina. Which Adelaide VERY much appreciated, but which Field took as being too "slow" ... "Slow is better," she would tell him. "Believe me ... you're lucky to be able to last that long ... " But he'd never been able to climax ... from getting oral. Not even from her. His mate. The one he loved more than anyone he'd ever known. He would get too sensitive, and ... the sensitivity overload, the pleasure ... would cause him to start going a bit limp ... and he would squirm out of her muzzle, huffing. But that didn't discourage her ... from trying. And, despite his frustration with himself (for not being able to perform in that manner), it didn't stop him from letting her have her way. From letting her try. (And she was certain she could do it ... make him climax by her muzzle. If he would only RELAX and take the pleasure ... instead of fighting it. It would just take practice, and that was something she didn't mind doing. Oh, to practice this!) So, her muzzle went down, down ... until her nose was bumping him. Stiff, cute him. And until her tongue (longer and more versatile than his, designed for catching bugs) ... it lapped and wrapped around him. The mouse's breath left his chest. In a huff. She grinned. And continued to taste of him, and opened her muzzle. Careful (as always) with her fangs. Careful, careful, so delicate ... as her lips, ringed, slid over him. Completely over his shaft, down the pink, smooth skin. Down, down ... the underside of his mouse-hood on her tongue. The upper parts on the roof of her mouth. Enveloped in heat and wetness. Sensitive! He squeaked. Weak, weak ... squeak! She bobbed. Once, twice ... three times. And turned it into a habit. A motion. Was tempted to lick at the head ... and drive him to the edge of his sensory capacity, but that would make him squirm and pull away. He could tolerate the bobbing much better ... so, that's what she did ... And he huffed and closed his eyes. It felt good ... oh, it did ... and ... his paws clutched at the sheets. Reached for her ears, to hold them gently, but ... they weren't in reach. Instead, he clutched at the sheets. She worked on him for a few minutes. A few minutes more. Giving a few stray squeezes to his sac. Kneading the orbs inside, chuckling to herself as they tightened and drew closer to his body. Must've meant she was doing something right ... But she pulled off, panting, panting, sitting up on her legs. Her knees. And smiled at him, licking her lower lip. An airy giggle. The mouse looked shyly to her. How shy! They'd been mates for seven months, and STILL ... he was shy about this. She thought it was unbelievably cute. "Good?" she asked. He nodded quietly. Smiled bashfully. "Yeah ... " "Know what you want," she said. "You do?" "You're a sub, Field. You're a mouse." She fancied that was another reason he didn't take oral very well. He was MUCH more comfortable GIVING it ... than receiving it. It was a mental thing with him (as so many things were). "You can have at it ... " He watched as she flopped down to the sheets. The mattress. On her back now, and legs sliding open. Foot-paws pressed to the sheets of the bed. Facing away from him. And he twisted, shifted, turning himself ... around. To face her. To crawl between her legs. A bit hesitant. Of all moments to start worrying about ... cleanliness. His whiskers twitched. "You've done this before," she whispered. "You enjoyed it then." "I know ... " "Just relax ... you want to. You prefer to. It makes you feel good, and ... makes ME," she assured, "feel good, so ... " The mouse was only half-listening. Eyes lingering on her. Her femininity. The softness, the ... sight. Furry folds and all. And a paw traced along those folds. Along the line of it. Slowly tracing down. Slowly tracing up. Adelaide closed her eyes. And Field leaned down ... and put his nose there. Nudged her nub with his nose. Nudge, nudge ... nosy nudge. And he took a tentative lick. The bat exhaled. He licked again. His tongue wasn't as versatile or as long as hers. He couldn't get his tongue that far out of his muzzle. So, he had to bury his muzzle there ... to get any good licks. Normally, he resorted to little, shy kisses, and little sucks. Which is what he resorted to ... this time. Little kisses. Little sucks ... while a paw roved over her thigh. While his tail dangled over her, and she reached up with a paw and batted at it. Bat-bat-bat ... giggling while she did so. Giggling between little gasps. The mouse picked up his pace. Soon lost himself in what he was doing. Oh, he DID ... prefer giving this ... rather than receiving it. To be submissive. To GIVE pleasure, to ... receive it through the act of giving it. To know that your partner was stronger than you. Mentally stronger. More experienced. More capable. To know that she would shield you with her wings ... to know that, doing this to her, you were safe. And no one would judge you or hurt you ... It was about submitting to her care. About NEEDING care. The mouse, used to ... he'd been with males. Had been that way. And maybe it still showed in this. His submissiveness. His wispiness. He was rather effeminate. And maybe he still felt those desires, and maybe she knew it, and maybe neither spoke of it ... but there was something about the bat's female touch and perspective, her emotion ... that made, for the mouse, a stronger foundation for love ... than he'd had with any male. Didn't matter why, did it ... didn't have to make sense. Oh, the mouse could've SO easily gone the other way. Could still be that way. But he couldn't, though. Not without cost. There were things ... there were pains. There were sacrifices ... that he couldn't make. That he'd tried to make, and when he'd tried, he'd ... nearly lost himself. Lost everything. He'd tried. And had needed to ... stop. To ... ... find someone like her. Like Adelaide. A femme who would understand. Who wouldn't shirk from his past and his desires. His nature. Who would accept him. And his emotions. Who would ... ... would what? Why did it matter ... It was love. Love, love. Oh, he loved her. She was so unique. Oh, what she did for him ... oh, what she did TO him. And she was panting, panting ... chittering now. Her echo-bursts, in their high, high pitches ... bouncing off the walls and back to their ears. Field barely able to hear them. His hearing range didn't go as high as hers. But he felt the vibrations of her chitters ... as his paw was on her breast. Above her heart. Arm stretched out, and other arm clutching the sheets. As he simply devoured her. There was no other word for it. For the hungry attention he was giving her. All inhibitions and worries ... GONE. Replaced by instinct, by need, by want, by desire. By the less-structured parts of him. "F-field ... I, uh ... I ... oh ... oh," she huffed, and she arched, and her wings ... spread. She allowed her winged arms to spread out. To their full span ... and they quivered as she came. The warm, heated spasms that rippled through her lower body. That sizzled her nerves. That caused her to whimper. That left the mouse's muzzle dripping of squirted fluid ... left him heaving as he pulled back, eyes half-open, dizzy, absolutely dizzy of her sex. And she, still in her throes, crawled, and ... pounced him! In his daze, she pinned him down, to his back. Went to a straddle of him. He didn't fight it. Not at all ... ... as she lowered down. He was stiff. More than stiff. A rivulet of his own pre ... dripping down his mouse-hood. She had no problem lowering down, her vaginal muscles enclosing around him. Clenching round him. Soaking, slick ... "Uh ... uh," was Field's huff. "Mm ... " She fell. And rose, and fell ... and rose ... and leaned forward as she did so, paws on his chest. Thumbs rubbing his nipples. They hardened, and he whimper-squeaked. She leaned forward, huffing, going, going ... and leaning down. Licking, lapping at the side of his neck. When they made love, she could willingly trigger a numbing agent in her saliva. With a thought. Trigger it, as she did now ... licking his neck. Numbing a spot for her bite (so it wouldn't hurt him, and so it would leave no mark). "Hmm ... mm ... " Adelaide shushed him. "It's ... okay ... h-hold on," she panted, having stopped her hip movements for the moment. But his mouse-hood still inside her. She lapped once more, and then ... ... sank her fangs in. Slowly. And sighed heavily as she did so. "Oh ... " "Mm ... " Her own sounds were muffled against his neck. And the white mating milk that was stored in her fangs (like an anti-venom), it dripped by the drop ... into his blood. Sending little electrical pulses. Linking their minds. Oh, the flood of images ... of feelings. They could feel each other's feelings. Hear each other's thoughts. Nothing hidden. Ultimate trust. Ultimate vulnerability. Ultimate love. And the mouse's hips bucked up at her. Up and in. And she matched his movements, fangs still in him ... he felt her clenches, her spasms. She felt his sensitivity. Felt his emotion. Their eyes were closed now. They could not open for the heat. For the water in them. Inching toward release. "Huh ... uh," was the huff. The mouse's huff. And his squeaks reached their high-pitched crescendos. Indicating his oncoming release. And she huffed heatedly onto his neck ... saliva stringing, fangs embedded. Until Field shuddered, shivered, squeaked ... squirmed. Squirting streams of steamy semen ... into her. Sowing. Sowing seeds of his love ... spiritual, this. Fierce, this pleasure. There were no words to truly measure the experience. It had to be felt. The bat, for the second time, climaxed ... muscles trembling. She chittered from her throat, huffing ... ... as they clung to each other. Limbs, arms, paws ... everything wrapped around and clutching, rubbing, hugging. Both of them feeling a NEED to be stroked, held ... while they endured this. This was a pleasure to be endured. And when she pulled her fangs out of him, she flopped onto her back, breasts heaving. Laying beside him, and then turning to nuzzle his shoulder. "Oh ... oh ... " "Mm ... " He swallowed. Whispered, "I love you ... oh, I ... I love you." Her eyes had welled. "I love you, too ... " That had been two hours ago. Afterwards, Field had ... fallen asleep. And she had gone to the desk against the wall. And had started drawing. Both of them were artistic. Field was a writer and a photographer. She loved to sketch, draw, paint. And she'd heard him twitching, squeaking in his sleep, and had gotten up to check up on him ... which is when he'd woken up. Which is what led to now. Where, Field, in a sleepy daze, had forgotten she'd been in the room. Where his emotional demons seemed to be at the fore. Where he'd insisted that he hadn't had a nightmare. He just "couldn't sleep." "Field," she said to him, sitting next to him on the bed. The mouse was staring at the navy-blue sheets. "Field. You know I ... can SENSE your thoughts." The bat had telepathic abilities. Hence her fang-biting, among other things. "I know when you lie." "I, uh ... maybe it was a nightmare," he admitted, raising his shoulder. Lowering them. In a helpless shrug. "Maybe, but ... I don't remember what it was about, so it isn't important." She put a paw on his chest. Both of them were still bare. "Field ... " When she said his name like that, so tenderly, so quietly ... he wanted to fall to pieces in her arms. When she said his name like that. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him into a hug. "What happened ... why can't you sleep?" "It's always something," was his response. "I know, but ... today. What was it TODAY," she pressed. The mouse was quiet. His eyes darted. He breathed, breathed. "At work," he whispered, "I ... I was eating in the break room. For lunch, and I ... lowered my head for a moment. Was quiet. And ... to say my prayer." "Yeah ... " "And ... this other fur saw me, and ... he's a troublemaker. That type. He's ... younger than me. When I started eating, he told me ... 'you know, it's not real' ... and I looked to him and blinked, and he said, 'faith, I mean ... it's just a comfort pillow, is all ... it's comfort, but it's blind comfort' ... I told him I didn't think so. You know how I am when I debate. I stutter, and I ... so, I don't say much. But they do. They say a lot, and I have to sit there and listen to it, because I'm too shy to debate them. If it were written out, in type, I would trounce them," he said, a bit of a bite to his voice as he said that. "But, verbally, they ... roll over me." His voice shook. "He wouldn't stop talking. He wouldn't shut up. I just looked at my food and ate, and he kept telling me to consider that 'it may mean nothing,' and ... 'I would fade into oblivion when I died' ... " "Field, you can't listen to furs like that," Adelaide whispered. "He was just trying to push your buttons." "I know ... " The mouse drew in a shaky breath. "I know, but ... I take everything personally. If someone attacks my faith, they attack me. If they attack God, they attack me. It's ... I took it personally, and ... I was in a vulnerable frame of mind," he admitted, "at the time. I was ... it was a busy lunch. Lots of customers. I had to talk to them all, serve them all, and ... pretend that my anxiety wasn't causing my heart to beat at dangerous speeds. I have to distract myself ... every day. Just to get through that job. I ... and I ... I don't know ... so, just now, when I dreamed, I dreamed ... that I was nothing. That it was nothing, and ... it was scary." "Oh, Field," she breathed. Putting her muzzle to his cheek. "It's not nothing. Alright? You KNOW that ... you have faith, okay? I know you do. I know it's survived everything. It's alright to doubt. It's alright, sometimes, to question. I mean, that's how ... faith grows. It's how it's tested. But you can't wallow in that. You either HAVE faith, or you don't, and you can't let a fur who doesn't have it ... lecture you on what IT means. They can't take your light." She put her forehead to is. "It's not nothing. You're not gonna fade into oblivion when you die, and you're not gonna die anytime soon. I won't let it happen." "You can't promise that." "Field ... you're safe, okay? We're going to live a long life, and when we're done ... we'll be in heaven together. I feel it. You feel it. Don't doubt it ... don't let them cause you to doubt. You're safe. You got it?" "But I'm so messed-up," was his barely-audible whisper. "I'm so messed-up. Darling ... " "No ... " "I am. And I pray ... every day," he said, "I pray about it. I ask Christ to heal me. He healed people with a touch of His paw. I know He can heal me, but I'm ... sometimes, I don't feel I'm getting better. My problems ... " He trailed. Not needing to reiterate his problems for her. She knew. Knew of his anxieties, his compulsions, his battles with depression. His anorexic habits. His traumatic experience of having been gay ... when his family found out, and he lost his mate a day later. She knew ... she knew of his demons. "My problems, they caused me to fail out of school. Caused me to ... lose things," he said, trembling. "I ... they controlled me, and you came, and ... I've been getting better. But they're still there. The fear is still there. I want it GONE," he said, as if pleading. "I want it gone. I want to be healed." Both the mouse and the bat were going back to school in the fall. The mouse would be 22, and ... he felt this would be his last chance. He felt so old. Even though he was young, he felt time slipping away. And what if he failed again? What if he allowed his demons to overrun his confidence? What if she succeeded and he failed, and ... she had no use for him anymore? What if ... "Field, listen to me," she whispered. "Listen." "What ... " "Listen to me. Look at me." The mouse's eyes darted (like frantic things), until she cupped his muzzle in her paws, directing his gaze to hers. "Field ... you're waiting for a cure? You're waiting for God to cure you?" "I don't know." His eyes water. "I just want these ... things out of my head." The tears streamed down his cheeks. Quietly streamed. "I want to be better ... for you. For you," he whispered, voice breaking. "It's not fair on you," he sniffled, "that I should be like this." Adelaide drew a breath through her nose. The scent of him. Of their bed. Their room. Their love. She drew it in, and hugged him close ... telling him (as he quietly cried on her shoulder), "You ARE better. You don't have to justify yourself ... to me. You're good enough." Pause. "Field, prayer, it helps ... it can help heal, but ... there's a story," she said, voice so soft. "A story about a fur. There was a flood, and he went to the roof of his house. The water was rising." Field sniffled and swallowed, ears swiveling. Listening. "He was gonna drown if the water made it up to him. It kept rising, and he prayed, and kept praying. Asking for God to save him. He was devout. Surely, God would save him." Field was quiet now ... breathing very silently. She continued, "Soon, a fur in a rowboat came by. And asked, 'Do you need help?' The fur on the roof replied, 'No, I am devout. God will save me.' And, so the fur on the rowboat left. The water rose higher. Furs in a helicopter came by. Overhead. A rescue team. They asked, 'Do you need help?' The fur on the roof replied, 'No, I am devout. God will save me.' And the water rose, rose, and ... the fur on the roof, he drowned." Field pulled back a bit, meeting her eyes. She whispered the final part of the story. Whispered, "The fur on the roof was in heaven, and he went to God and demanded, 'Why didn't You save me? I've been so loyal. Why didn't You TRY to save me? After all I've done in Your service. Where was Your help? Where was Your paw?' And God just looked to him and said, "I sent you a fur on a rowboat. I sent you furs in a helicopter ... " Adelaide trailed. Took a breath. "The point being, Field ... that all prayers are heard. But they aren't answered in glitter. They're answered in the everyday things that ... like love, and ... connection, and ... I'm here," she whispered, "for you. To help you. There are more furs that love you ... than you could know. You pray to be healed. But you have to open your mind to ... HOW the healing will occur. Let ME," she pleaded, "heal you. Please." The mouse's eyes were watering again. Welling. "If you're afraid, tell me about it." Her voice wavered. "If you're lonely, let me know. I'm your mate. I love you. You love me. I know you do. I know you'd give your life for me." The mouse's tears were streaming again. He shook. "I KNOW how hard it is ... to fight the things in your head. We can go to a doctor. We can do whatever. I don't care. But LET me help. Don't pretend it's not a problem. Don't pretend you DESERVE to hurt." The mouse sniffled, looking away. She, again, brought his gaze back to her ... by using her paw to steer his muzzle. "If you flinch," she whispered, "come to my arms. My wings." "But ... b-but," he stammered, coughing a bit. Sniffling. "But what am I ... what do I ... what can I do for you? I'm SO weak ... " "Field ... no." She stroked his cheek. "No, you're not. You're stronger than you think. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. Still alive. Still striving. Still wide-eyed and innocent. Were you weak, you would've been broken long ago. You would've ended it ... but you didn't. You keep trying. You keep living. And your love, your devotion, your loyalty, your care ... the energy you put into writing for me. Into cooking meals for me. Into tending to me. Into making love to me," she whispered, "like we did this evening. Making me feel so good ... like that. Making me feel those things. Don't think you're a lame duck in this mate-ship. You're vital. We're partners. We're a pair. We'll get through anything," she promised, "together." The mouse sniffled, eyes a bit red. And he nodded. And she laid him down on the bed. Laying with him. "Let us rest," she said. "Let's get some sleep ... " "What if I have the nightmares?" His voice was fragile. Like glass. "I'll be here," was her answer. "I'll be here. You'll wake up, and I'll be here. Okay?" He breathed of her. Nose in her pink fur. Oh, her! "Okay?" she whispered. He nodded. "Okay," he whispered. Bursting with so much. Nerves, fears, hopes, dreams, yearnings ... butterflies. Love. Everything. And she wrapped her wings around him, brushing her mind against his. Trying to be his blanket. And they slowly slipped into slumber. Their bodies stationary, as the sun, but their hearts revolving. Like planets. Like celestial things. Constantly in motion. Constantly growing. Knowing ... ... it would be okay.

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Title: A New Way of Life by Chakat Tailswisher Tags: Action, Chakat, Dragoness, Fox, Short, Tragedy, Transformation, Violence (Not In Yiff) A New Way of Life Story and characters © DragonLover Leon was walking down the stairs of his house as he saw his two younger brothers watching TV. He walked past them to his parent's room to find his mother still in bed. She had been sick lately and his father had been on the road driving a truck for about a week now. He sighed and walked back up the stairs to his room and shut the door. Leon was a 15 year-old teenager and was planning on going to the movies to see this really scary, new movie at the cinema theatre. He was a quite kid that didn't talk much, except to his 3 friends. He laid down on his bed and ran a hand through his thick, brown hair. His mom had been bugging him lately about cutting it, but he just kept saying he liked it the way it was. His hair wasn't the neatest hair in the world, but then again, it definitely wasn't the worst he'd seen. He looked out his window at the woods surrounding his house. He lived outside city limits, but it wasn't the boonies. Leon sat up and looked around his room. He was a bit of a pack rat. His mother kept telling him that it was all junk, but the truth was that everything in his room, one way or the other, had something to do with things he liked. He had posters of videogames and animals on his walls. A small entertainment center next to his bed, which had a nice looking wooden frame he got from his aunt, which housed his TV, Playstation 2, Nintendo 64, VCR, and DVD player. His computer was on the other side of his bed since he used it often. In front of his bed, on the wall, was a full-length mirror, which was usually covered up with piles of papers, folders, or books. Next to his computer he had a bookshelf filled up with his favorite magazines, books, and movies. On the other side of his computer he had a set of drawers and another bookshelf piled in books. Despite having so much stuff, he never had anything fun to do. He loved playing videogames, but he usually beat a game and then was bored to death with it. He also loved to watch movies, and the house had tons of them in it, but he had watched, pretty much every single one, and he hated to watch them again. One thing he did enjoy doing was reading stories, and sometimes writing them. He especially loved to read about anthros, or animals that can talk, walk, and look like us. He decided to read something interesting to pass the time. He sat down in front of his computer and turned it on. There was the usual two-minute wait, since it was an old computer he had bought off of Ebay for $90. When the computer was ready he opened up his file, which held the hundreds of short stories he had accumulated from all over the Internet. He also started up his music player and listened as the remix of Dance Dance Revolution played. He looked over his stories again looking for something that would keep his attention for a while. "Equines, foxes, dragons, wolves, dinosaurs, humans, tigers, canines...nothing I haven't read about before," Leon said plainly, "hang on, chakats? I haven't seen you before." He opened up the document and turned off the music. He started reading the story, it was very interesting. It started off with a group of people on a plane getting stranded on a deserted planet and when they woke up they were all turned into hermaphroditic feline taurs. The characters of the story knew little about their situation, but one or two of the younger characters knew what they resembled. That was how Leon learned about chakats. Leon was a curious boy and once he finished the story, he got onto the Internet and looked up everything he could about chakats, he learned a lot about them, mainly from a website called The Chakat's Den. After that he was quite fascinated with the species and went on to write stories about them. A few years later at the local college, Leon was typing up a report due the next day for literary class when he got an email from one of his friends that was interested in anthros, too. His friend, Ryan, was working over at the science department and was majoring in new technologies. His email said that he had just come up with an idea that could change our lives forever and to meet him tonight at the science department that night around 11:00 p.m. He didn't have anything besides his report to do and that could be finished in the morning and it was 10:34 right then, so he grabbed his jacket and headed down the three floors of his dorm building to the grassy commons and started walking towards the science department. On the way he saw his friend Kendra, she was a pretty young girl with long blond hair and pretty blue eyes. She was around 20 and she, Leon, and Ryan had been friends for years. He asked her if she wanted to come and see the surprise that Ryan had come up with and she agreed. They got to the science department at 10:50 and opened the door to find the place deserted; none of the lights were on and all of the doors were shut. "So where is he?" Kendra asked. "I don't know. He said to meet him here at 11:00," replied Leon looking around, "Let's look around, he's bound to be in one of these rooms." They walked down the hallway looking inside the classrooms as they passed them. When they rounded the corner they saw a light on and an open door halfway down the hall. "See, I knew he'd be here somewhere," said Leon. They walked into the room and saw a chubby, black haired boy with glasses. He turned and greeted them, "Hey guys. Right on time and thanks for coming." "No prob., Ryan, but what's the surprise?" asked Kendra. "I'm glad you asked Kenny," he turned and tinkered with a machine next to the wall. Kendra had always been a tomboy and everyone just called her Kenny. "Like I told Leon, this invention will change our lives forever." "I know that Leon knows about anthros, but do you Kenny?" asked Ryan as he wiped his hands on a rag and walked over to them. "Leon told me a little about them. They're like Bugs Bunny, right?" Kenny said looking at him curiously. Leon chuckled softly and then said, "Yeah, but they can be any kind of animal." "So what do anthros have to do with this invention of yours?" "It has everything to do with it, guys...I think I found a way to make humans turn into anthros!" exclaimed Ryan pointing at the machine. "Come on Ryan, you couldn't have really found a way, " said Leon glancing from Ryan to the machine. Kenny just kept her confused face staring at Ryan, expecting to find some answer there. "Oh, I have. That's precisely why I invited you. We can all get turned into anthros! It'll be the newest discovery! Come stand over here Leon," said Ryan motioning towards a small raised platform near the middle of the machine. He then started pressing buttons on a control panel and the machine started up. "Are you sure this is safe?" asked Leon as he hesitantly stepped onto the platform. "Of course it is," Ryan said glancing at him and then looking back at the panel. Kenny had walked over next to Ryan and was watching him set up the experiment. "I haven't perfected the device, so you could end up as any kind of anthro." "Whatever," said Leon. He didn't even think that this idea would work, and even if he gets hurt, it'll get him out of having to do that report. When Ryan pressed the start button he and Kenny both stared at Leon as the machine whined and hummed. "Isn't something supposed to be happening?" asked Leon. Just then the machine emitted a blue beam that surrounded Leon. Suddenly the beam started expanding! It slowly made it's way off the platform towards Ryan and Kenny. Ryan franticly typed at the controls, but nothing worked! "The controls must be jammed or something I can't get it to stop!" Ryan exclaimed as the beam made its way towards them. Then the machine started exploding and the beam leapt towards them so fast they didn't have time to react. The beam encompassed the entire campus. It suddenly started to break apart and finally dissipated. The beam was gone and everything looked the same. When Leon opened his eyes he was lying on the platform. He didn't feel hurt or anything, there was just a tingling feeling all over his body. He glanced over at Ryan and Kenny and gasped at what he saw. Before him was a orange fox and a beautiful tan dragoness. When he sat up he was surprised to find out that he had become a rather handsome chakat! This was a dream come true! Shi shakily stood up and walked over to hir two unconscious friends. "Hey, Ryan, wake up! It worked, your machine worked!" Leon said with excitement as shi shook the fox. "Kenny, you won't believe this, wake up!" Leon said as shi gently shook the dragoness. "Huh, wha..." Ryan said as he awoke to find a beautiful chakat looking at him and a beautiful dragoness beside him. "What happened?" "I guess it was your machine, Ryan, it did work, but not just on me," shi said as Kenny slowly sat up. "Ah!" she exclaimed as she saw the fox and chakat looking at her. Then she looked at herself and gave another shocked scream. "Calm down, Kenny, it's us." Ryan said. "What did you do to me, Ryan?" Kenny asked still examining her new body. "Apparently my beam calculations were wrong, otherwise it would have been just Leon that was turned into an anthro," he said getting to his feet and helping Kenny get up. "Do you think you could change me back?" asked Kenny. They looked at the machine; it was beyond repair and was basically a pile of scrap. "Apparently not Kenny," Ryan said examining the machine. "Well, I for one like the way I turned out," Leon said glancing at hir new body. "Let's get out of here then, I don't like this smoke. It smells bad," Kenny said walking towards the door. Leon and Ryan quickly followed. When they got to the door outside they heard a scream. "Do you think someone saw us and freaked out?" Ryan asked looking around. "It couldn't have been us someone saw because there's no windows. They opened the door and saw that the whole campus had been transformed into anthros of all species. Some people were staring in awe at what they saw, while others were screaming. Some people were even acting normal and talking in groups all over the commons. "Someone has to get everyone calmed down," Ryan said as they walked out onto the commons. "Why don't you try Leon," suggested Ryan. "Alright here goes. HEY EVERYBODY! SHUT UP!" Leon yelled at the top of hir voice. It turns out that chakat's really do have loud voices. Everyone stopped talking and looked at hir. "O.k. Ryan, go ahead, calm them down," Leon said stepping back. "Everybody, I am very sorry about involving you in my experiment, but please don't do anything rash," he said aloud for everybody to hear. Some people looked slightly angry, while some others just shrugged it off. "I can't fix my machine and I have no other way to turn all of you back to humans, so I suggest that you get acquainted with your new body and learn who and what your friends are now," Ryan said, "Hey guys can you go and make sure that everyone's o.k.?" "Sure," said Leon as shi trotted off towards the nearest dorm house. "I'll go and try to calm the rest of them down," said Kenny as she walked off towards the female dorms. Soon after there was a conflict between anthros and humans. The government said that everyone should try to make the best of it. Some people just couldn't take having an "alien race" walk among them and a few months later a war broke out. Parents would chase off there own children because they were turned into "monsters." The anthros tried to reason, but that failed. Even when they fled the city, they were chased. When they tried to fight them back they succeeded, but then the humans realized their potential power. They called in any type of arsenal they could get their hands on and were soon on the attack again. They murdered several of the anthros in cold blood. The rest were slowly killed off day by day. Now, only a few remain and they plan their revenge. They've had enough death and now they're pissed. One thing you never want to do is piss off a chakat and hir friends. Leon turned out to be one of the best when it came to hunting down humans. Kenny was great for surprising people from the air. Ryan managed to construct several weapons for the anthros to use. The anthros are fighting back. "The humans are becoming frightened. The tides of war are turning. Now is the time to strike. The hunters have now become the hunted," yelled Leon, who had become the leader of the anthros. The humans had never before seen such an attack. That battle would be known for generations as Armageddon. The anthros wiped out the town that had killed so many of their friends and family. Then they were all destroyed in the blast from the atomic bomb the military launched as a last resort. The devastation was unbelievable. No one survived except for one. "As you may have guessed. I am the last survivor of that experiment. I am telling you this because our legacy must never be forgotten. We were just like you, ordinary humans. All because of the way we looked on the outside you hunted us down and exterminated us. I just hope that killing your own family was worth it all. I was severely wounded by the blast and I was lucky enough to survive, but I won't make it much longer. Just make sure that you never forget me or my friends, Ryan and Kenny, who died right in front of my eyes. I'm sure that you've also figured out who I am as well. I just hope that this journal helps you understand everything we went through... I'll miss being a chakat...it was fun while it lasted...

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Title: 318 Ep. 02 Tags: creampie, deepthroat, gang, ghost, homeless, oral, spirit, squatter, vaginal Part Two, Wyrm "Did you find it," Lucas asked excitedly as Samuel pushed the makeshift door of clear plastic aside and stepped inside the run-down apartment that he and his friends called home. Lucas's eyes were dilated and his head twitched as he awaited an answer. "Are you high again," Samuel asked in a low growl. Samuel didn't know why he kept this junky around him. Lucas was a bright guy when no drugs were involved but the man had a gift of sniffing out any that he could find and always seemed to find ways of getting his hands on the stuff. "Not bad," his drugged out friend answered back, scratching at the side of his arm in the way he did when becoming nervous under Samuel's judgment. "I found it," Samuel admitted with a sigh of frustration. He took the small unicorn figurine from under his shirt and sat it on the bar that separated the kitchen from the living room. Lucas stepped up to the item and looked down at it with wide eyes. "You actually fucking did it," he screeched. "Hush," Samuel whispered to him. "Do you want everyone else in this building to know?" "Sorry," Lucas said as he shied away from Samuel's glare. "I can't believe you went up there and got it. Did you see the ghost?" Samuel thought about telling his friend, was that what Lucas was, about the spirit, but quickly dismissed the thought. Lucas would never believe him and he wasn't exactly sure he believed it himself. He shook his head and leaned against the bar as he scanned the rest of his dark apartment. "Where are the others," Samuel asked, looking back to Lucas. "They left," Lucas explained. Once he looked at Samuel's questioning stare, he continued. "They decided to move on and try their luck somewhere downtown. It happens, man. People come and go all of the time." "They just up and left," Samuel asked in shock. "Just when we were about to get rich?" "They didn't believe my story," Lucas explained, still eyeing the figurine. "They are fools." "I hope they don't spread the story around too much," Samuel explained as he looked back at the doorway that led from the dark apartment. Lucas shifted uncomfortably and Samuel looked back at him with narrow eyes. "What is it," Samuel asked but before Lucas had a chance to explain, the plastic doorway ripped down and a woman stepped inside, followed by two men behind her. "Well, well," the woman began teasingly. "Looks like my favorite junky wasn't lying after all." "Lucas," Samuel began in a low growl. "What's going on?" "We'll be taking the doll," the woman explained with a smile. "Your good buddy there promised it to us and we always get what is promised to us." The thin woman's stubble showed her to have light brown hair. She kept it shaved, which was common among those who dwelled in the run-down buildings to keep from getting lice. She wore a large coat that covered up any feminine physic that the woman might have. Her baggy brown pants were tucked into her untied black boots. She had a tattoo of what appeared to be a dragon running up the side of her neck which showed Samuel that she was a member of a local gang named simply "Dragons". "This wasn't Lucas's to give," Samuel protested, squaring up his shoulders to stand face to face with the woman. The woman eyed Samuel up and down for a moment and something came across her face. She looked at him excitedly for a moment before shaking it off and turning her visage to a more stern and dangerous look. "Boys," She said over her shoulder. "Take our favorite junky and the item and wait for me with both in hands while I deal with this would-be hero." One of the men acted as though he were about to protest leaving her with Samuel alone, but the woman shot the man a glare so hard that the man closed his mouth with a clicking sound of his teeth smacking together. Without another word, the two men grabbed both the item and Lucas and carried both out of the room. "The name's Wyrm," the woman said after a long moment of walking circles around Samuel and eyeing him up and down. "At least that's the only name I go by these days." "That figurine is mine," Samuel protested right before the breath was knocked from him as Wyrm pounded one of her small fists into his stomach, causing him to double over. "Now that's not the way one greets another," Wyrm said harshly as she bent down to put her face closer to his. "I give you my name and you give me yours." "Samuel," he grunted as he pushed himself back up straight and looked down into the woman's light blue eyes. She smiled as she placed one of her hands against his cheek. "Now that wasn't so hard was it," she asked softly, staring into his eyes. What was going on? Was this woman flirting with him or just messing with him? "I guess not," Samuel said. "The figurine is mine," she explained, pulling her hand from his face, stepping back a few feet from him before shrugging her large coat off of her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. She was wearing a white sleeveless t-shirt which exposed her large breasts. He could see her nipples pushing against her shirt as she ran her hands down her thin waist. She looked behind her for a moment before turning her attention back to him. "Let's take this conversation somewhere a bit more private," she said as she grabbed him by his hand and pulled him down the small hallway that led to the old master bedroom that he had claimed as his own. She stopped once inside to admire the cleanliness of the room. Samuel had made his first mission, when moving into the apartment, to sanitize the place the best he could. He couldn't stand the thought of living in the filth that it had been when he first moved it. "I can't give you back the figurine," Wrym repeated as she released his hand and turned to look back into his eyes. "I'm not the general of the Dragons and don't have the authority to give what isn't mine to give." "It isn't the leader's item to give either," Samuel stated firmly. He knew he was asking for another punch to the gut and knew that fighting back would bring the two large men back in to possibly kill him but he had to make his stand as much as he could. That figurine was his way out of this mess. "That item is mine." "Correction," Wyrm said lowly, giving him a dangerous look. "That item WAS yours. If you wanted it to stay that way then you should have picked better friends." Samuel couldn't argue with her words. She was right. He should never have trusted someone like Lucas. He should have immediately taken the figurine out of the building and went straight to the art's dealer that he knew to get it appraised. "I can't give you the figurine," Wrym repeated, seeing Samuel's acceptance of the situation at hand. "But I can promise you protection." Samuel stared at the woman in confusion. What protection was she offering? "Protection from what," he asked. "Protection only offered to our paying clients of the Dragons," she explained, crossing her arms under her breasts. "Rival gangs, rogue thugs, police and even other Dragons, who might cause trouble." "And what payment could I possibly make," Samuel asked, raising an eyebrow. "You've stolen the only thing of worth that I have." "Not the only thing," Wrym explained, biting her lower lip as she looked him up and down once more. "There is something that you have of worth that I want." Samuel's eyes opened wide. Was she offering the protection of her gang for the price of sex with him? First, the strange spirit and now a prominent member of a powerful local gang. "Take off your clothes," she demanded as she pulled her shirt over her head to reveal her perky large breasts and finely toned stomach. She wiggled her hips as she pulled her hands down to the floor to show her fully nude body to his eyes. He felt his erection begin to swell within his pants as he eyed the woman's firm body up and down. She stood back up straight and stared angrily at him. "Clothes. Off. Now!" Before Samuel could think about what he was doing, his clothes were off and lying on the floor as Wrym stepped toward him with a predatory smile splayed across her face. She pressed her hands against his shoulders and shoved him against the wall as she pressed her lips to his. He could feel her breath from her nose rush down his face as her tongue pressed into his open mouth. Her hand gripped his hard rod as she squeezed him roughly. "Are you sure," Samuel managed to ask once she pulled her face from his. She slapped him across the face hard enough for his vision to go black for an instance. "I'm always sure when I decide to do something," she growled. Samuel dared not protest any more. Not that he wanted to. This woman was quite beautiful, once her baggy clothing was off and his body was aching for her. He pressed his face back to hers once more and she pulled her head back in a quick jerk to look him in the eyes. She gripped his cock hard enough to hurt and pushed her hand against his throat to force his head against the wall as she pressed her lips to his chest and began sliding her tongue up and down his nipples. The pain of her death-grip on his dick was getting to be too much to bear but when he tried to reach down and remove her hand, she gripped harder and put more pressure against his throat, stopping him from being able to take a breath. Panic rushed through him as Samuel thought the woman might be wanting to kill him after all. He gripped her head with a hand on each side and pulled her back roughly. She looked into his eyes as a small string of spit stretched from her lower lip to his chest. He spun and slammed her against the same wall he had been pressed against so hard that her breath came out in a huff. A smile spread over her face once more. Samuel's animalistic urges took over as he gripped the woman by her tiny waist and lifted her into the air, with her back against the wall. She cried out as he rammed his entire cock inside of her, smashing her petite body between his body and the wall. She swung a fist up, clipping the side of his head in a mighty punch, but he hardly felt it. He released his hold on her hips and gripped both of her wrists tightly, to avoid any more punches from the crazy woman, and began pulling her up and down by her wrists as her tight cunt slid up and down his throbbing cock. Wyrm leaned forward and bit his chest hard enough to cause a small trickle of blood to run down but Samuel was too in the moment to grimace from the pain. She screamed in pleasure as he could feel her pussy tighten around him just before juices exploded from her, splashing against him and the wall and dripping to the floor. She had cum but he wasn't done with her yet. He pulled her up until he felt the cold air of the room rush over his wet cock and dropped her onto her knees below him, while still holding tightly to her wrists. She looked up at him, her crazy alpha female face completely gone for a flash as she awaited his next move. "Open your mouth," Samuel ordered and to his surprise, she complied. He pushed his cock between her lips and felt her tongue slide from side to side as he thrust forward. He thrust his hips forward until he felt the back of her throat, stepped back, pulled her wrists back until she was leaning forward and thrust again until she had swallowed his entire cock. She gagged but made no protests so he continued to fuck her throat. This went on for a long moment. Having just had sex with the spirit in room 318, Samuel had enough stamina for a longer session than he normally would have had. He felt the vibrations of Wyrm's gags and felt the heat of her breaths as he pulled out long enough for her to gasp in air. Finally, he had decided that he was ready to move on to something else entirely. Samuel pulled the woman's wrists up until she was standing again and facing him. He released his grip on her. She punched him in the chest but he was too in the moment to notice. He grabbed her by the shoulders, spun her and shoved her body against the wall until her stomach and chest were pressed tightly as he pushed against her back with a hand. With his free hand, Samuel grabbed the woman by her dripping pussy, hooked his fingers inside of her and pulled her hips back. She cried in pleasure to his penetrating fingers but he had better things in mind. In one rushed, rough, and fluid motion, Samuel plunged his cock deep inside of the gang member's wet pussy and began hammering in and out of her. Sounds of wet flesh smacking wet flesh bounced off of the walls of the bedroom. She screamed in a mixture of pleasure and exhaustion as he picked up his pace. The sweat on the palms of her hands was causing her hands to slide down the wall as he caused her body to jump forward with every pump. "I'm cumming again," Wyrm screamed in a raspy voice just before all the strength left in her fled from her body, causing her to fall to the floor with a loud thud. Samuel looked down at the exhausted and sweaty woman as more juices squirted from her cunt as she twitched on the floor of his room. He dropped down to his knees and spun the woman's body over onto her back, lifted her hips up by the legs and dived his cock back inside of her again. She opened her mouth in a silent scream as she worked up his momentum back to its original pace. She had taken the only thing that he had that was going to help him out of his homeless situation and this, as feeble as it was, was his way of getting something back in return. Wyrm looked down her body at him. Beads of sweat ran down her entire body and face as her large breasts bounced back and forth to the motion of his thrusts. He wasn't sure if it was the sight of the, once tough, woman looking so tired from his advances. He wasn't sure if it were the pleasure of knowing that he had made this woman, not only cum but squirt twice in complete climaxes. He wasn't sure if it were the otherwise hopelessness of his situation. Whatever the reason, Samuel could feel an orgasm approaching unlike any he had ever felt before. His heart pounded, his rod thickened, his balls tightened, his vision blurred. He came. Throwing his head back in a silent howl, Samuel felt burst after burst of his cum explode from his rod and dive deep within Wyrm's womb. The woman's body jerked back and forth as a raspy long moan drew from her lips. He could feel her exhaustion. He could feel her ecstasy. He could feel her in more ways than he thought would ever be possible. He fell back onto his ass, his deflating cock pulling from the woman's ruined cunt. He sat in silence for a long moment, while watching the woman slumped against the wall in a position that looked quite uncomfortable. "You have the protection from the Dragons," Wyrm stated after a long moment of complete silence. "You've earned it for sure." "Thanks," Samuel said. He wasn't sure if it was sarcasm or sincere. He was too tired to think about it. "Call on me anytime Samuel," the woman said as she pulled her baggy clothing back on. She turned to look at him before leaving his room and said, "I'll do the best I can to get things done for you." With those final words still ringing in Samuel's ears, the woman left him alone in his abandoned apartment. The figurine, Lucas, the spirit, and Wyrm ran through his brain as he tried to make sense of any of it. He wanted to get that figurine back but had no idea how he was going to do something like that. It would soon be in the hands of the leader of the gang and Samuel was only one man. He wasn't a one-man army. Lucas had betrayed him but was the junky really to blame? What was Samuel suppose to expect from him after all? What had made the gang member want to have sex with him and what had come over him during the act? Should he go back to the spirit? Shaking his head, Samuel stood up to his feet and sat down on the edge of the bed, placing his head in his hands. What was going on?

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Title: Maxine's Naughty Little Surprise Tags: girlfriend's mom, milf, older woman, younger man I suppose after awhile we usually know whether a relationship is going to last a long time, or maybe even forever. After a few months of going out with Caroline, I knew in my heart that we weren't destined for the long haul. Even though Caroline was a good looking girl, I wasn't too concerned. At the ripe old age of twenty four, I'd no intention of settling down unless Miss World came knocking on my door, and that wasn't likely. I think being an only child like Caroline has its drawbacks, selfishness, stubbornness and constant desire to be the centre of attention mostly. She was one of those girls who wanted to be taken to all the right places and be seen in designer clothes. She was kinda shit out of luck with me; my budget doesn't exactly run to that sort of lifestyle, well not yet anyway. But right now, Caroline seemed quite content to be my girl and I kind of liked it that way. She was tall and lean but with all the right curves in the right places if you get my drift. She wore her thick wavy brunette hair long past her shoulders. Her pretty face was usually exquisitely made up before she left the house, but to me she had natural beauty that didn't really need it. Caroline's breasts were a nice pert handful and her hips were broad and curvy, but it was those long legs that did it for me. She could turn me into a raving sexual predator in seconds by just removing her jeans and walking innocently across the room. The sex thing worked too. I wasn't Caroline's first lover by far, and by the time I got to her, she was well versed in the art of carnal delights. She loved to tease and stretch out love making, quickies certainly weren't for her. She could fuck for hours and had a magical mouth that could swallow a mouthful of cum without missing a drop if she was in the right mood. Caroline admitted unashamedly that before meeting me, she'd participated in group sex, a couple of threesomes and once did a soft swing foursome. She confessed to doing a guy because he had a reputation of being well hung, he was, but she wouldn't bother again. But another threesome or foursome would be on the cards, if the right situation presented itself. Probably, the best thing about going with Caroline was that, her mother Maxine as she liked to be called; didn't mind me sharing her daughter's bed. There was no need for park ups in the car or trying to sneak a bed somewhere. I could take her home, climb into her bed and stay the night. And the next morning, the three of us would sit around the breakfast table like old friends, and there ain't many parents of a twenty one year old daughter that would allow that. But as Maxine once explained, she just wanted her daughter to be safe. She was aware that her daughter was sexually active, and like every other parent, couldn't really relax until she'd arrived home safely and tucked up in her bed. It didn't really matter if there was someone else with her, and the fact that she was active with someone she cared for, like lucky old me was also important. It would be fair to say that Maxine was a little standoffish when I first started arriving home with her daughter which was understandable. Maxine worked as a legal executive in a local law firm, and had a good idea of human failings and frailties. But I eventually won her over by being polite, courteous, tidy, and even more importantly leaving the toilet seat down. With my rather large appetite, I made sure my contribution to the food and alcohol fund was also adequate. It was indeed lucky that we all liked the same music and movies, and the three of us would often sit back on an evening and watch a few DVD's while partaking in culinary delights. Maxine would then usually excuse herself, and disappear into her bedroom leaving Caroline and I to our own devises so to speak. Most of the time, Maxine got around in baggy tracksuits. It was a few weeks after I started dating Caroline that I first got to see her mother in a pair of tight jeans and slinky little leather ankle boots. Another time I arrived and found her in a business suit which looked rather good too. Maxine was a little shorter and curvier than her daughter; her highlighted brunette hair was cut stylishly short in a spiky way. Her oval face was pretty and a smile wasn't usually too far away. Her breasts appeared to be full and heavy but discreetly camouflaged under her clothing. Her curvy buttocks filled out a pair of jeans rather nicely, and her thighs appeared round and shapely. Right from the start, I always liked the way Maxine's thighs swished together as she walked, and I had to work hard to avoid showing any obvious interest. After all, she was my girlfriend's mother and a good twenty years older than I. The end to our relationship neared when Caroline was offered a two month secondment on an out of town project. She was working through the early stages of an accountancy degree with a large corporate. There was no doubt that Caroline was intelligent, but it was evened out by her being a little lazy when it came to studying. It was more the draw of the big city lights than her interest in working on a big project that got her to agree to the whole thing. Neither of us seemed particularly perturbed about her leaving. And as the time for her departure approached, there were no promises made for the future. We simply agreed to just see how things were when she returned. To be truthful, I was kind of looking forward to spending more time with my mates, even though knowing full well I'd miss being between Caroline's nice warm thighs. I stayed over on her last night before leaving, and our love making was fast and furious as if we both knew it was to be the last time together. The next morning, I kissed Caroline goodbye at the airport and left her alone with her mother for the last few minutes before her boarding. It'd be wrong to say that I didn't miss Caroline, but male bonding is something unexplainable. I was quickly and heartily invited back into the throngs of drinking, partying and other lurid activities that young males thrive on. The carefree late nights, rampant binge drinking, the resulting hangovers were most times regretful. It was a week or two after Caroline's departure that I realised that I'd left a few CD's at her house, and I knew that if I didn't get them soon, they'd be gone forever. I rang Maxine and asked if I could call around sometime and collect them, she happily agreed so long as I called her first. It was a Wednesday night that I asked and got permission to call around. I'd expected to have the CD's handed to me at the door, but a friendly Maxine beckoned me inside and thrust a cold beer into my hand. We were soon comfortably sitting in the lounge just like old times, if you ignore the fact that Caroline was missing. I asked after Caroline and was told that she was happy enough but a little homesick, especially now she had to do her own washing and ironing. We both laughed and continued chatting. "You look tired." Maxine commented after awhile and between sips. I grinned sheepishly, "Still recovering from the weekend, partied hard." She grinned knowingly, "Obviously enjoying your new found freedom then?" "Yep." "It's real quiet without Caroline around. I didn't realise how much noise she made, and her mess. I thought I'd enjoy the solitude, but now I'm looking forward to her coming home." I thought about it for a few seconds before replying, "Knowing Caroline, I think she'll fly the coop before too long, and then you'll be on your own for good." "I know, but I don't like to think about it." "You should get out and party." I offered. "Find yourself a man, or two." Maxine grinned, "Nah, I'm off men forever I think." "Why's that?" You're not exactly unattractive, dumb or over weight." I blurted out without thinking. Luckily she chuckled, "Thanks, I'll take it as a compliment, I think. But seriously, I don't think I can be bothered with men." By the time you get to my age, the good ones are taken and the rest come with baggage or a disability." I shrugged my shoulders, "But I reckon being lonely would be worse; then you've no one to fight with." "True. So, do you reckon you and Caroline will get back together when she comes home?" "Dunno really, we'll just see what happens when she's back." "Pity if you didn't." Maxine replied. "I kind of liked having you around. I'm not sure I'd like another stranger in the house. Mind you, I don't miss her bed rattling while you two were at it, kept me bloody awake for hours sometimes." I looked down in embarrassment and grinned sheepishly. It was true that Caroline's bed had an unfortunate squeak or two, but we always hoped her mother couldn't hear it. I had tried several times to fix it, but failed each time. "It's okay." Maxine laughed. "It's just a bit hard when daughter's getting a little lovin and mum isn't." "Your fault." I countered. "Mmmmmmm, maybe you're right." We continued chatting amicably and enjoying each others company until around eleven when I decided I'd best not outstay my welcome. As I'd done many times before, I picked up my empty bottles and glass, and carried them out to the small kitchen. We worked around each other tidying away the glasses into the dishwasher and placing the bottles in the rubbish. To this day, I don't know how our lips met, one minute we were standing innocently side by side, next we were kissing. It was tentative at first, just lips on lips, her unfamiliar perfume and the taste of lipstick certainly tantalising, I then felt Maxine's tongue probing and darting over my lips. My mouth opened so that our tongues could play and we were soon in a tight embrace. I dropped my hands and let them slide down her curves before cupping her buttocks. Instead of getting my face slapped, Maxine leaned into me pushing against my quickly hardening manhood. After a few more seconds of testing the water, I lifted her dress up bit by bit until my hands found her bare legs. I caressed her outer thighs as they flared from the elastic of her panties, she sighed in expectation as my fingers then explored around towards their front. "We shouldn't be doing this." she murmured just before her tongue slipped into my mouth once again and my hand slipped between her thighs. Not wanting to stop, my exploring fingers found her warmth through the thin material of her panties, the protruding mounds of her lips easily distinguishable. I was pleasantly surprised when her hand slipped down over the front of my jeans, first gently rubbing my straining cock; then clasping it as best she could. Our kisses were now more urgent and searching as my zip was slowly lowered, a hand then exploring beneath my briefs and my manhood soon eased from its confines. Her fingers were soon gently caressing my shaft, little strokes and squeezes only furthering my desires to go further. I slipped my cock between her welcoming thighs and felt her warm flesh hug it tightly, not a word was said as we kissed and caressed as our bodies moved slowly against each other. Maxine then broke the embrace and I thought it was all over, but she shuffled me backwards from the kitchen and into the lounge where the couch was waiting. At the last second, she slipped around me and fell backwards onto the couch pulling me with her. It was a mad scramble of lifting dresses and removing belts and jeans out of the way, but Maxine was soon guiding my cock between her thighs. Sliding her panties aside, my cock was eased between her wet lips and began its sweet journey inside her. With little pushes I eased myself fully into her warm slippery pussy. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." she murmured as her legs pinned my buttocks tightly into her. "Ohhhhhhhh, that's sooo goooood." It was a frantic pounding of bodies without rhythm or finesse, just two people trying to satisfy their lust. I was afraid that Maxine would somehow come to her senses and bring the whole thing to a grinding halt. I was uncomfortable as hell, but did the best I could with my jeans half down and my belt buckle digging into me. Only Maxine's firm grip of me stopped me falling from my precarious position on the couch. For the next minute or so, we thrust against each other until she stopped moving and wiped her brow. "Stop, stop stop. This is silly." Maxine whispered. "If we're going to do this, lets at least do it like civilized adults. Let's go to bed." I reluctantly withdrew from her, my cock standing perfectly to attention as I eased my body from the couch. I took her hand and helped her up, and then let myself be led into her bedroom. "Unzip me." she asked offering me her back. Seconds later, Maxine stepped out of her dress and turned to face me. My eyes were drawn to her white bra, her ample cleavage struggling against the constraints of the garment. She stepped closer and placed her lips upon mine, our tongues again probing and dancing. I reached around, released her bra and let it slide away. Her breasts were large and heavy in my hands; enlarged nipples were soon directed to my lips for a little attention. I knelt before her and kissed her shapely thighs, my tongue tracing her panty line. Impatiently, Maxine pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. In front of me was a perfectly bald pussy, I was intrigued, for it was the first completely shaven pussy I'd seen in the flesh. Sure, I'd played with a few trimmed ones, but nothing like this. I flicked my tongue over her pronounced pubic mound, and relished at its silky smoothness. As I probed deeper between her thighs, Maxine eased me to my feet and edged me closer to the bed; she sat down before me and took my cock between her warm inviting lips. With the head just inside her mouth, her tongue swirled slowly over it sending shivers through my body. "Mmmmmmmm, such a nice hard cock." she whispered while pulling the bed covers back. Suddenly Maxine left the bed and retrieved a towel from a folded pile on a nearby cabinet. Placing it on the top sheet, she lowered herself onto it and smiled up at me. "Come here." Her legs opened invitingly as I moved over her. My eyes again feasted on her pussy, her erect clitoris protruding from between her gapping wet lips. I slid downwards intending to give her a licking, but she eased me back up so that we could kiss. "Plenty of time for that later, lets fuck for a while first." she urged pulling me down on top of her. Maxine's hand guided my cock to her pussy, and with a simple push I glided inside her to the hilt. Her legs were soon around me holding me tightly as her hands caressed my shoulders and her warm lips kissed me. Our bodies seemed to be made for each other and fitted snugly together. My cock was in ecstasy, her pussy warm wet and tantalisingly tight. I rocked slowly inside her, freely taking and absorbing the exquisite pleasure that had been offered me. Her big eyes caught mine and she smiled up at me. "We still shouldn't be doing this." she whispered. "Want me to stop?" I asked in jest. Mmmmmmm, I don't think so. This is real nice. I'll worry about my conscious later, you just keep going." I raised my body slightly from hers and looked down at her curves, her swollen nipples and full breasts just looked lovely. Further down, I watched my shaft disappearing in and out of her shapely spread thighs. My tongue slipped down to her breasts and flicked over her nipples for a few seconds before I suckled upon them. I then moved up and kissed her passionately. "Jeez, you're lovely." I whispered after breaking the kiss. "No, I'm not. I'm getting old and flabby, and it ain't nice." Laughing, I eased myself from her and gazed down at her splendid body and all its curves. "Exactly, which parts don't you like, cause they all look good to me?" I asked before running my tongue over each leg. Maxine chuckled, "You're a complete cad, but flattery will get you everywhere." I settled in between her open thighs and kissed my way slowly upwards. My eyes eventually settled upon her hairless pussy. Her lips were full and slightly darker in colour than the surrounding skin. Between them was a lovely shade of pink, a small clitoris peaked cheekily out at me as if to ask for a little kiss. Her opening below was now just a little vertical slit, also shiny wet and enticing. She trembled as my tongue flicked through her lips and found her clitoris; it was soon in my mouth and receiving a good bit of attention for a minute or so. I slipped a finger her inside her and massaged her pussy from outside and within, only to have Maxine squirm almost uncontrollably before me. "You're a real bad bastard, you know that?" she murmured after a while. It's only cause you've got a shaven pussy, I would've gone home before this." I jested. Maxine laughed as her hand found my ear and gave it a playful pull, "I like it shaven. Last time I let it grow back, it turned grey for some unknown reason. It stays bald now." Maxine let me lick her for a while before pulling away from me, rolling me onto my back; she mounted me and guided my cock into her. She sat fully upon me taking my length and then rotating her buttocks on it. Her fingers found my nipples and toyed with them as she looked down at me. I slid my hands over curves and up to her heavy breasts where they were fondled lovingly. She rode me silently with her eyes closed, our bodies emitting some indescribable lurid slurping noises as she worked diligently. Eventually, I pulled Maxine down so that I could kiss her, and her hands held my face firmly as I was peppered with kisses. Now extremely aroused, I rolled her onto her back and began moving inside her again, this time with a little urgency. She broke the kiss and looked up at me. "Try not to cum inside me, I've got no protection against pregnancy." she whispered. "Chances are it'd never happen, I couldn't get pregnant when I tried to, but it'd just be my luck for it to happen now." "Do you want me to stop?" I asked. She grinned mischievously, "God no, this is too much fun. It really doesn't matter if you do cum; it's just a slight risk. You just keep on trucking." I slowed my pace just a little and vowed to control myself. But Maxine had other ideas and prodded me along until she got me to a nice little rhythm. By this time we were glowing with slippery perspiration as our bodies moved lustfully together. "I should warn you that I get very wet when I cum." she commented after a few minutes. "And I mean very wet." "I'm warned." I replied with interest. "What do you want me to do? Would you like me to give you another licking?" "Nope, I just like to cum like this. Just keep going and it'll happen." Maxine closed her eyes and held her lover tightly as he rode her. It had been nearly a year since she'd opened her legs for a man; she was an erotic woman and had missed sex terribly since her last relationship had disintegrated. And here she was now with her daughter's boyfriend, his hard lean body riding her towards orgasm. Where was the guilt she asked herself, for she felt none? Was it that her lustful pleasure had overridden it? Not too long ago, she had been both aroused and jealous listening to her Caroline being pleasured by the same handsome young man in the bedroom next door, the never ending squeaking of her daughter's bed and her moans of pleasure only accentuating his prowess in the love making department. It was only waiting for them to finally finish could she pleasure herself with her vibrator and then allow herself to sleep. Maxine freely admitted to impure thoughts as she snuck the odd lustful glance his way hoping that her daughter wouldn't notice, for jealousy was a terrible thing. Maxine felt the first serious pangs of her orgasm and relished in her greed as it approached, she felt for the towel beneath her and made sure it was positioned right to capture the resulting unavoidable mess. I soon sensed Maxine's increasing urgency, the deep erratic breathing and her body tensing. Her legs locked around me ensuring that I didn't slip from her at the wrong moment. Then suddenly, she pinned me tightly and ground her pussy upwards against me. "Ohhhhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, sweet jeezus." she whispered as her body shuddered almost violently beneath me. I then felt a warm wet warm gushing sensation over my cock; and then flow freely over my balls and down my thighs. "Don't stop, please don't stop." Maxine pleaded as she writhed wildly below me. I continued as best I could with her clinging to me in an almost desperate like grip, her body eventually relaxing and falling away from me to the bed. Her hands took my face in hers and kissed me gently as the little trembles flowed through her body. I waited patiently entrapped in her grip until she returned to the real world. She then grinned sheepishly up at me. "Mmmmmmmm, thank you. That was very nice. Sorry about the mess though." I moved down her body and knelt between her legs. Maxine had been wise to place a towel beneath her, for there was a substantial mess covering it. Taking the bottom corner, I wiped myself clean while gazing at her well worn pussy. Her opening was now wide with her juices still oozing from her. Pushing the towel upwards; I wiped her clean and then stretched up along side of her. Her hand was soon stoking my still erect and slippery cock. "What are we going to do with this thing?" she asked. "I don't suppose you'd be interested in a little blow job." I looked up at the ceiling as if contemplating the question, but we both knew it was a no brainer. "Don't go away." she said before giving me a little kiss. Maxine removed herself from the bed, gathered up the sodden towel before disappearing from the bedroom and into the bathroom. Seconds later she was back with a warm facecloth and a clean towel. I watched without dignity as Maxine knelt beside me and cleaned my manhood. Her lips were soon over my cock, gently sucking as her tongue twirled over the head. She soon had me squirming at her mercy as her mouth and tongue worked in perfect unison, I knew I was relieving the best blow job of my life. She looked up and grinned at me, "How am I doing? Passable is it?" "Fucking fantastic." I managed to reply. "Let's see if we can manage a hands free conclusion." she suggested. "Anything you like." I answered, for I was beyond caring. Maxine moved between my legs without taking me from her mouth and then settled into her routine. She would take me half into her mouth and suck deeply as she raised herself so only the head was engulfed. Her tongue would pounce into the eye before running downwards and around the rim, next would be a few tight little bobs as she sucked noisily. Every now and then, she would release my cock and push the shaft flat against my navel before running her face and tongue lovingly along it. Eventually she began working to a rhythm and I could feel my pressure mounting. "Open your eyes and watch." she whispered as I got closer. Her hands were soon flat on my upper thighs to hold me still as I jiggled and squirmed under her exquisite touch. Still her mouth worked diligently as we looked into each others eyes as I got closer and closer. "Watch out, here I cum." I warned. But her mouth remained exactly where it was as I began to fire deep into her mouth. Her eyes never left mine as she opened her mouth slightly without breaking her rhythm to allow my cum to escape. I fired again and again, and watched as large globules of cum escaped from her mouth and dribble down the shaft. Maxine continued patiently until I'd finished and began to shrink in her mouth before she finally removed her lovely warm lips. Reaching for the facecloth, she wiped her mouth clean and then my cock. "Taste good?" I asked cheekily. She frowned and threw the facecloth at me, "Here you go, find out for yourself." Maxine slipped astride me and guided my cock back to her pussy, getting softer every second; it took a bit of doing to get it back inside her again. She leaned over, dropped her substantial breasts onto my chest and looked into my eyes. "We shouldn't have done that." she commented. "Yes we should've. That was gooood fun." "I have to agree." she replied before slipping her tongue into my mouth for a few seconds. "You've got a nice cock and you know how to use it. That was most enjoyable, even though it was very naughty. Mind you, I shouldn't have allowed you to seduce me like that, must be getting easy in my old age." "Me seduce you?" I countered. "It was you taking advantage of my youth. You should be ashamed of yourself." Maxine giggled like a five year old, "You think what you like. All I know is that I've been well fucked if you pardon the expression, and I don't care one little bit what you think. And seeing as you're here, you might as stay the night, cause I love to wake up with someone to cuddle up to." "Do I get breakfast?" I asked dangerously. "Would that be a horizontal breakfast you'd be looking for?" I've stayed many a night after that, for Maxine has proved to be a wonderful bedside companion. I don't know whether it's an age thing or not, but I'm very attracted to this desirable woman. It's not only about the considerable sexual tricks that I'm learning; it's also about her unselfishness, calmness, and her cavalier approach to life. It's something I've never encountered with girls my own age, especially her daughter Caroline. Anyway, things are now starting to get a little more complicated. One of Caroline's friends has seen my unmistakable dented car parked outside her house. Thinking that Caroline was back in town, she contacted her by cell phone. I've received a text from Caroline asking why my car would be outside her house overnight I forwarded it to Maxine just to warn her, and got a swift and to the point reply: 'We're adults doing adult things. Don't worry, c u tonight. Don't bring pyjamas. xxxxxx' God; how I adore this woman.

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Title: Berry's Second Chances Ch. 02 Tags: honeymoon, group lesbian, romantic lesbian, lipstick lesbian, oral, hotel room sex *Author's Note: This two-chaptered story was motivated by a sufficient number of nice folks asking me variations of the following question: "So whatever happened to Berry from 'Strawberries & Bubblegum'?" Don't worry, you don't have to be one of these people, or even understand the question they posed, to find "Berry's Second Chances" entertaining. You just have to like hearing a story from a girl who mistakenly let the first love of her life get away, only to be offered a much-deserved second chance. As it turns out, Berry gets two second chances. The first chapter described her first and this second chapter describes her second. Apologies, but you'll need to read the first chapter for this to fall together. Fair warning: this story is long and romantic and 95% lesbian. With any luck you'll be sniffling and swooning in equal parts. Those tissues work on noses too you know. As always, everyone is over eighteen. Enjoy.* **\~\*\~ Berry's Second Chances Ch. 02\~\*\~** Heather just about keeled over when I showed up unannounced at her med school apartment and asked her to be my maid of honor. Thank God I worked up the guts to ask. I never would have made it through the wedding without her. Heather was my rock, steering me through bridal hell, waging the little wars I didn't have the heart or time to fight with friends and family. Everyone had opinions about how a wedding should go and they seemed eager to share them with the bride. Beyond stressful. Heather, flanked by Hero and Samantha when summoned, fended off my crazier family with the sort of polite cunning I've only seen on daytime soap operas. With their help, I actually got to pick out my own flowers. And my cake. The one thing Heather did not tend to was my bachelorette party. She turned over that bit of business to Samantha and I eventually learned why. Sweet mother of all creation. I remember only bits and pieces of that night. Shots of liquor that tasted suspiciously like gasoline. Music so loud it made my teeth hurt. Where Sam found a team of knife-juggling Welsh midgets I try not to think about. Naturally, there were also a dozen overly-endowed male dancers with bulges barely contained by garments skimpier than anything I owned. They took turns swaying their dangling equipment a few inches from my face—not something I'd be into usually, but the drunker I got, the more fun it got. I paid for the fun the next morning. I woke up wearing a thong bikini two sizes too small for me and face down in a lounge chair next to the pool of a hotel I don't even remember checking into. Best of all, a burning sensation on my left butt cheek had me craning my neck to look back the moment I came to. "I wuv Bobbie" tattooed onto my ass. Lovely. At least the funny bitches stuffed some cab fare in my thong. Though, dressed the way I was, jumbo ivory boobs and lily-white ass pretty much swinging out in the breeze, the cab driver probably would've given me a ride for free. On the way home, perched on my one good ass cheek and picking glitter out of my tangled red hair, I plotted my revenge, muttering under my breath about *bitches getting their just desserts*. I forgave it all when Heather rescued the wedding toast. Bobbie's tipsy college roommate had delivered a horrible off-colored stand up bit that included commentary on what he considered my two chief assets—my left one and my right one. I wanted to crawl under the head table and wait for everyone to leave. Heather zipped to the front and pried the best man's microphone off him, bowling over a waiter on the away. She proceeded to pour out her heart in front of everyone—about her brother, about me, and about what we all meant to each other. She managed it in the space of two minutes and had the entire room laughing, crying, then laughing again. When she was done and the entire room stood to clap, Bobbie rushed her. He picked her up and spun her around. I had to pull her off him to get my hug in. Other than that, the wedding was a wedding. We'd dressed up pretty, we'd gotten hitched, then danced and drank. Usual stuff. It's the honeymoon that wasn't so usual. It started the normal way. The morning after our wedding, Bobbie and I flew to Nassau. The second-floor room was beautiful—soft, plushy furniture and huge floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over white sand beaches. It was a great view that I didn't get to see much of in the beginning because I was almost immediately facedown in some very nice Egyptian cotton sheets. Bobbie had bent me over the footboard. The bellboy hadn't even shut the door behind him before my new hubbie hiked up my skirt, dragged my panties to my ankles, and eased his cock into me. Slow and easy. Wicked boy. He knew I'd want it hard after dozing on his broad shoulder for the flight down. He knows quite well that napping makes me frisky. My sweet, terrible man toyed with me without mercy. I pushed back against him, trying to urge him on but it was now use. He kept to his own rhythm, his large hand pushing me down at the small of my back to keep me still, teasing me with his long measured thrusts. Deep deep ones. *Good. So good.* Oh how I loved him and the way he often sensed what I needed better than I did. One step ahead as usual. I was a drippy, moaning, happy mess by the end. After that first long, slow session and a brief rest, we did it again on the bathroom sink, humping more frantically like the newlywed bunnies we were. We stopped just long enough for a room service refuel before starting up again. On day two, we actually made it out of the room for a long day of sightseeing and then collapsed afterwards. **\*\~\*Part 2\*\~\*** That night, now two nights after our wedding, I had one of my running dreams. It wasn't that strange all by itself, I'd been dreaming about running a lot because I'd been racking up a ton of miles training for my third marathon the following month. The extra mileage had the added perk of slimming me down to the thinnest I'd ever been, and just in time for my wedding dress. The running dream I had that night was an odd one though. I was jogging along on a trail that wound through a flowered meadow, the trail's dirt so dark and springy-soft, the air thick and sweet. *Flowers? No, something even sweeter. Like candy or... dammit, I know that smell.* "*...reee...*?" I heard a voice but I couldn't quite make it out. I looked around and didn't see anyone. I kept running. "*Berry?*" Clearer now. *Dammit, I know that voice too.* It came again, louder this time."*Berry?*" I stopped and looked down. A little chipmunk was standing up on a rock. It was the cutest chipmunk I'd ever seen and it smiled up at me. *Wait a minute, chipmunks don't smile. And they don't have big sky blue eyes. And they sure has hell don't talk. "C'mon, wake up, Berry."* I listened to the pretty chipmunk and woke up. And gasped. In the dark, Heather, my ex-girlfriend and newly-minted sister-in-law was crouched on the floor next to my side of the bed. "Bu-bubble?" I stuttered, knuckling sleep from my eyes. "How did you—how come you're here?" She pouted. "I flew on a plane like you, silly. And I came because I didn't get you a wedding present. No money. I feel like such a jerk. I'm getting tired of being a poor student." "Oh honey." I tugged one arm out from under the blankets to rub her bare neck. "Being my maid-of-honor was all I wanted. Besides," I nodded back towards the other side of the bed where I could hear Bobbie still sleeping, "you're the one that gave me him, my husband, remember? That's the best wedding present possible." Her smile was half-hearted. She chewed her lower lip as she put her hand on mine and squeezed it. "That doesn't count, Stace. He was giving himself. I didn't get you a thing." She tugged my hand up to her face and rubbed it absently across her cheek. It made me remember how much she used to like being petted. "I guess I was thinking that there might be something, something else, I could give you as a wedding present." Her eyes were doing their big, shiny blue that had always made my heart melt. And her skin was so smooth, even against the back of my hand. Like satin. I'd almost forgotten how soft she was. I was still shaking off sleep and none of it seemed real. Heather in my bedroom? And she was asking me if— "Sweetie," I blinked and fought to keep my voice steady, "are you saying what I think you're saying?" "Depends," she turned her face slowly to kiss each of my knuckles, "what do you think I'm saying?" She didn't let me answer her question. "It's a little chilly out here, Berry. Probably much warmer under those nice toasty covers," she hinted. I peeked down and only then noticed she was wearing just a small white crop top and panties, rounded cleavage high and shifting with each breath. No wonder she was cold. *Hold on a sec, how did she get here and in that outfit?* It was a good question, but one that melted away when she tired of waiting for me to make the first move. I felt her lift the bedspread. "Mind?" she asked politely as she scooted in. "Not really." I slid over to make room for her, rolling onto my back. Thrill and guilt and anxiety rushed in as she pressed herself into my side and rested her head on my shoulder. Her skin was cool against mine and her oversized breasts, the only ones I'd ever touched larger than my own, smooshed into my ribs. My high school sweetheart was in my bed. My honeymoon bed. My marital bed. And my husband was snoozing right next to us. The skin of her bare belly was warming against my side and I could feel goose bumps on the arm she threw across my stomach. I rubbed her forearm a few times and told myself it was to warm her up. *Yes, that's why. See? I'm being good.* Heather's nose found the crook of my neck. "Mmmm, you're warm as ever. Are you're also," her hand skimmed down my side to my bare hip then stopped, "naked?" she whispered. Oops, I'd forgotten. "Bobbie put me to sleep in a very nice way." It piqued her interest enough to make her stop tracing circles on my neck with the tip of her nose. "How nice?" she asked a little too loud. I shushed her. "Very nice. Orally nice." "My baby brother any good at that?" she asked, her breath warm on my skin. Her directness made me chuckle. "Actually, he's very talented." "You mean for a boy." "Actually I mean for anybody." She pulled back, one of her golden eyebrows already arched. "He as good as me?" I rolled my eyes. "How would I know? You've probably been getting your share of practice too." "I mean from before," she murmured, smirking. "Or don't you remember?" "Think about it. Is that really what you want me to do? Compare the two of you?" She slid away a bit and sighed. "No. Maybe. I don't know." I'd upset her and now I felt bad. I found her hand and squeezed it beneath the blankets. "Bubble? Was this what you meant when you told me that you and I weren't done yet? Was this your grand plan? Sneak into my bed on my honeymoon to make me remember you and me?" She looked up at the ceiling and let out a long slow breath. "Well, not exactly." Another voice, huskier, chimed in from the long shadows on the far side of the hotel room. "She's right, Red. Not exactly." My skin nearly peeled off my bones. If Heather's arm hadn't been holding me down, I'd have jumped clear to the ceiling. How I didn't wake Bobbie I still don't know. Heather giggled quietly at my wide-eyed fright. "Easy, Berry. It's just Sam." Samantha sauntered forward into better light and smiled. "Yeppers, just me." She was as pretty as ever in a charcoal gray silk dress that swirled with black-stitched Asian designs. It was beautiful and tailored perfectly to her little dancer's figure. The muted, dark pattern made her almost invisible in the nighttime hotel room—a perfect outfit for sneakery. Even her long dark hair helped, its curls shielding her face. I blinked a few times, still trying to get my heart re-started. "Crap. I think I jumped the gun there," Sam sighed. Heather was still looking at me. "Yeah, maybe a little." Samantha frowned. "Maybe I should wait down by the elevators." Heather nodded and Sam sank back into the dark, her whispered footsteps moving towards the door. She paused just long enough to dish a very motherly reminder. "Blondie? Remember your dress is here on the chair." At the click of the door closing, I looked finally at Heather. Her face was one giant apology. "I'm sorry, Berry. I didn't mean for this to get weird. I just... just wanted to invite you upstairs for a while. We got a big room." "We?" "Sam," she rolled her lips, rubbing them in a way that drew my attention. They parted again with a touch of hesitation. "And Hero." Nothing had changed. We'd made our choices. "Sounds like you have plenty of company already. You don't need me. Why don't we meet for waffles in the morning," I offered, trying my best to make it sound like fun. She took my pathetic breakfast invitation with a wince, as if I'd slapped her. "Need you? Of course I need you. Berry, I don't think you're getting it. I came here *for* you. We all did." "Yeah, right." "Just trust me okay? Like you used to? Come upstairs just for a little while. We'll have a few drinks. A few laughs. A few... whatevers. Please?" The big shiny-blue eyes were back. Heather sensed me wavering and stole my chance to answer by coming in for the thing some part of me had been hoping for the minute she woke me up. The kiss. It was a real one, one that chased away the lingering doubts I still had that I might be dreaming all of this. I wasn't. It would be impossible to dream all the little things about an old lover at the same time. The softness of Heather's lips, their ripe fullness. Her sweet smell. Her sweeter taste. The smell thing did me in¬ as thoroughly as ever, tumbling me into warm high school memories of us snuggling together on school buses. Of trading sneaky smooches on the far side of the girls' locker room. Of going to prom together as friends then sharing a hotel room bed afterwards as lovers. The room spun a little with my lips mashed against Heather's. Something enormous in my chest stirred and shifted. I felt it yawn and stretch, shaking off the cobwebs of a too-long slumber. *See? Not gone. Never gone. Just sleeping. Waiting.* It squeezed a whimper from my throat and into Heather's mouth. She purred back, her kiss growing more eager, lips steadily crushing mine. Her hand found the back of my neck to pull me in tighter. I was already parting my lips when her tongue drove in, licking, stroking, teasing. It earned her another whimper. Then two. *Good God, this girl knows how to kiss me.* When we finally came up for air, panting into each other's mouths, I whispered the only answer I could, "Okay okay, you win, girlie. One drink. I'm not so sure about the whatever though, okay?" "Yay," she cheered, "I knew you'd come to your senses eventually." She shimmied out of the bed and tried to tug me with her. I fended her off. "Hand me that robe on the floor?" She gave me a funny look, but retrieved it, handing over the soft white terry robe. In a fit of shyness, I pulled it on beneath the blankets before getting up. Heather raised another eyebrow but kept quiet then led the way out. I followed her swaying bubble butt, wrapped in their little boyshort undies, to the door before coming to my senses. "Wait a sec. Duh, Bobbie? What if he wakes up?" She nodded then scribbled a quick note with a pad and pen by the room's desk and left it on my pillow. "Okay, ready? Sam's waiting, remember?" Heather cracked open the door and stepped out, waving for me to follow. By the hallway lights I could see her little top and underwear weren't actually white. They were a very soft and delicate yellow. More importantly, she stepped out and began tooling down the hall in next to nothing and didn't seem concerned. *Wait her dress.* I doubled back for what she'd forgotten just before the door shut. "Don't you want you this, Bubble?" "Oops! Yeah, bring it. Sam'll flip if I forget it. She and Hero picked it." I plucked it up. It was a twin for the one Samantha had been wearing, just as tailored. This one was snow white with a pale yellow stitched rising sun across its back, rays spreading from shoulder to shoulder. It felt slinky and exotic just gathered up in my hands. I wondered what it would be like to wear something like it even as I returned it to Heather. I'd always been more of a t-shirt and jeans kind of girl. Heather didn't bother putting it on, simply flung it over her shoulder as I shut the door behind me with care. When we rounded the corner, Sam was leaning against a wall, her arms folded. She shook her head at Heather with a sad smile. "That's your elevator riding outfit?" Heather twitched her nose in her way that hinted mischief. "Tonight? Yep." She marched straight for the elevators, three-quarters naked. Samantha's look at me through her dark bangs was a comic plea for help. "Has she always been like this?" I shrugged my sympathy. "Actually, I think she's matured a whole lot." "Yeah, I was afraid you were going to say that." Her long suffering sigh was as cheeky as it should have been and it made me giggle. Sam joined in. As had happened before when we were together, for a moment, we were silent co-conspirators, the only two female members of the rarified, I-got-into-Heather's panties club. In fact, after way too much wine one night, Sam had promised to have t-shirts made for us. Heather stepped into an opening elevator, empty thank God, and waved us in impatiently. The three of us rode upstairs. Further away from my husband. Closer to Heather's carefully vague "whatevers." *What the hell am I doing? Well, one thing is clear.* "I'm not getting naked in front of Hero." With a good dose of horror, I realized I'd said it out loud. The words had just tumbled out and I immediately felt like a jackass, the dufus who showed up to a quiet suburban swingers' party and loudly announces, without being prompted, that he's "not doing any dudes." Sam stiffened at my gaff and made a thoughtful show of counting the elevator's ceiling tiles. Heather smiled and patted the small of my back like I wasn't a nutcase and I hadn't just blurted out something utterly retarded. "That's good, honey, 'cause he's not getting anywhere near us. I'm thinking no boys tonight." That drew Samantha's attention off the ceiling tiles. She gave Heather a puzzled look. "Sorry, I didn't mean you, Sammie. Boink the man's brains out if you want." Samantha shrugged then nodded, evidently satisfied. The casual ease of their exchange was unsettling. *Oh yeah, I'm definitely going to Hell. Hope it's nice there.* We reached the top floor, the elevator chimed, and the doors slid open. For the record, Hell has a lovely decorator. **\*\~\*Part 3\*\~\*** Samantha led the way from the elevator towards a set of large double doors at the end of a short hall. I was just behind her, hypnotized by her easy, hip-rolling grace. It wasn't the first time I'd thought that, if she were a foot taller, she'd be at home strutting a cat walk. It was the height thought that made me realize something that hadn't registered before. Sam was barefoot. It was strange because I'd never seen her without a pair of heels. She was the biggest shoe junky I'd ever met. I'd seen her gigantic collection—some of them barely worn. More importantly, barefoot, she was a full head shorter than me. I was looking down at her and, whether she did it on purpose or not, it helped. She seemed a lot less intimidating. Samantha opened the door with a sweepy, gameshow-hostess wave and even before it was open wide enough to step into, I could see over her head and inside. The view made me stop. The room was done up in grand old British plantation estate style. Except it was more than a room. It was a— Jesus. "Bubble, sweetie, this is a penthouse." Heather nudged me inside at my waist. "So, I said it was big." Sam followed and shut the door behind us. "Bear with her, she doesn't like the word *penthouse*. She thinks it sounds snooty." Heather sniffed. "C'mon, you know it does." I swallowed my frustration when a door opened to the left and Hero stepped into the penthouse's living room. Tall, square and solid in his slacks and perpetual button-shirt, he grinned as he gestured for us to join him while drying his hands on a hand towel draped over his shoulder. For all his barrel-chestyness and dark-haired good looks, I've always thought Hero's real appeal was his gentle smile. He was soft spoken and funny and quick-witted in a real world way. He balanced Heather's book smarts perfectly. No wonder she'd made the first move. Tonight though, the poor lug had evidently pulled bathroom duty. "Hey, Red." He gave me a big hug because it was physically impossible for him to give small ones. "The tub is filled. Finally. It's huge. Insanely huge. I picked the floweriest, girliest bubblebath in the place. I can barely stand it, so I'm guessing you ladies will love it." The three of us were already scooting closer, the smell luring us in. Jasmine. A lot of it. "White jasmine," Sam beat me to it. Heather peered into the palatial bathroom first and her mouth fell open. "Dude!" I saw the tub next. "Whoa, that sucker needs a diving board." "Or at least a slide," Sam cheered. Basically, the tub wasn't a tub in the same way the penthouse wasn't a room. Hero hadn't been kidding. It looked like a match for the kiddie pool down in the hotel's main deck area, an acre of white, foamy bubbles. A separate faucet curved in each of its three enclosed sides. Hero's voice broke in from behind us, "Sooo... you two have your fun. We'll be in the master suite. Shall we, Sam?" So there'd clearly been some sort of plan, still, in the pause of three heartbeats that followed, I watched Samantha eyeing the tub wistfully. Reluctance. She wanted to stay. It made my stomach roll with guilt for intruding. If I'd stayed downstairs where I belonged, she and Heather would be the ones splashing away in there. I screwed up my courage. "Actually Hero, can we borrow Sam for a little bit?" I asked quickly. Heather's head whipped around, and she blinked at me. "Really?" "Sure, why not?" I didn't mind. Did I? Surely Sam would leave at some point so that Heather and I could be alone. That was the idea right? Samantha beamed, and returned the favor, proving she'd read me scarily well by the way she smoothed things over with Hero while still looking at me. "I'll catch up to you in a bit, studmuffin. Watch something naughty on pay-per-view for me? I'll come find you to get dirty once I'm clean." Hero looked at Heather for her vote. "Pleeeeaaase?" she piped up her support. Hero rolled his eyes but smiled. He'd already explained to me that there were downsides to his love-triangle fantasy life. One was that the girls ganged up on him regularly to get their way. "Okay then, ladies, have your fun." He turned to go. "But Sam," he called over his shoulder, "don't let me get too lonely?" Heather didn't wait for him to leave. She simply stepped into the bathroom and jerked her little top up over her head while heading straight for the tub. She was bare from the waist up. "Hold it right there, blondie," I threatened from the door. "Where's that drink you promised? I'm way too sober for all of this." It brought her up short and she turned to answer, but I barely heard what she had to say because when she turned, I was looking at her astounding body in profile. Real boobs? They're not supposed to be able to, gravity doesn't, good Lord. I had to look away. Heather didn't seem to notice. "Sam? In the fridge, there's two bottles of cava." Samantha nodded. "Hallelujah, I'm going to need something to get through this too." She padded off on her little bare feet. It left me facing a semi-nude Heather and picking my chin up off the floor. I swallowed, hard, still alternating between staring and not staring. She hadn't changed a lick since high school, not a single millimeter—twenty-three with a teenager's shape. Some things just weren't fair. Heather finally caught on to my perving and swept her hands down herself. "Oh, please. You've seen all my stuff before." "True. I just, I don't know, either I took it for granted back then or maybe I've forgotten. Either way, Jesus, Bubble, you're a little bit past perfect." "Aww, that was really sweet." She cocked her head, in just the way she used to, and stared at me funny. I watched her change, her superconfident, hot-chick shield melt, the one she'd built up through college and was polishing in med school. The one I admired and hated at the same time. "C'mere?" She waved me closer until I was standing right in front of her, next to the marble lip of the giant tub. "Berry, remember our first shower? At the hotel we stayed at for the field hockey semi's?" "Yeah." "I still think about it, you know." "Hehehe, me too." "We never had a bath together, though did we?" "That's true." "I thought maybe we could now. Since things are more... settled, I want you to know—" POP! Samantha's reappearance broke the moment. It was hard to hate her for it since she was grinning ear to ear and waving two foaming green glass bottles, one in each hand. "Okay, who wants bubbly?!" she whooped. "I skipped glasses. Fuck 'em, we don't need 'em." She chugged a few gulps from the bottle in her right hand, then snorted cutely when the bubbles got the best of her. Heather's eyes never left me, but her serious expression melted and she giggled through an apology, "Hehehe, okay, I'm wearing off on her a little. She drinks more now. Good luck keeping up." Heather winked at me as she folded at the waist and dragged her little yellow undies down and off. Her compact bubble butt, with its eye-catching thong bikini tan line, swished in the air. Samantha stepped up next to me, taking in her now naked girlfriend while handing me a bottle. "If it helps, Red, I've been looking at her naked regularly for five years now. I've never get tired of looking at her ass either," she said wryly. It was wicked timing. I was in the middle of a long drag from the bottle. Her frankness made me mis-gulp and sputter my agreement. "She does have a fine heinie, doesn't she?" Heather rolled her eyes at the compliments, her attention still on the tub. She winced when her test foot broke the surface of the water. "Holy crud this is frickin' hot. You'll like this Sammie, it's just a few degrees under boiling." She dipped in further as we watched, her little gold eyebrows knitting together when neither of us moved. "Aren't you guys coming in?" Then she held her breath and dunked herself in completely. "Right behind you, Peaches." Sam set her bottle down on the edge of the tub and started tugging her dress up. I stopped her. "Sam? Hold on? What are we doing?" Samantha let her dress fall back into place. Her head tilted and it shifted her long dark hair. "Uh, we're drinking in a giant bubble bath?" "You know what I mean. Why am I here?" The look she gave me was long and steady. She wasn't nearly as tipsy as I'd hoped. "Because I know how it feels to have your heart divided. And how it feels to have someone you love snatched away. They both suck." *Ding-aling-aling. Bullshit, she's humoring me.* Sam knew what happened, knew what my step-brother had done to me, to Heather. "Heather wasn't snatched, Sam, and you know it. I pushed her away after... Glenn." Samantha's eyes narrowed. "Red, what happened that day, with you and her and your brother? It wasn't your fault. She forgave you the minute it happened. Forgive yourself. Let it go, Stace." We stared at each other. I was far too sober for this too. I had another long pull from the bottle. My nose itched in the way that said a good cry was coming from nowhere. Samantha had a little more insight than I was ready for. Or maybe it was all the stupid cava bubbles. Or both. I swallowed and tried again. "Sam, what if I can't?" My voice was raw, tight. I had to swallow again to fight back tears I never saw coming. Samantha's smile was full of sympathy and she gave my arm a squeeze. "Sure you can. That stuff? In the past now. We need to hold onto the good parts and forget the crummy ones. And, that, my curvy, pale friend, is going to start tonight. Ditch the robe. Get in the tub. " I shrugged, unsure. I'd hesitated at being naked in front of Heather. Stripping down in front of Samantha? Even harder. "I... I don't know." Sam clucked her disappointment. "Suit yourself, but I plan on getting naked. I've got my weaknesses, but shame isn't one of them. In fact, mind helping me out of this thing? There's a zipper up top." She turned her back to me and pulled her chestnut mane to the side. A zipper was at the back of her neck. "Oh go on, Red. I won't bite." Sam chuckled. "Well, not unless you ask and three other people say it's okay, anyway." Her flirty tease actually helped. "Gee, thanks." I dragged her zipper downward, peeling open the silk to her waist. The soft fabric fell away to reveal the most beautiful back I'd ever seen. I'd been around Samantha plenty, she and Heather were inseparable, but I'd never been this close to her and she'd never been so... bare. Flawless, dew-fresh olive skin stretched over her delicate muscles. From behind Samantha was a perfect canvas of femininity. "So pretty," I whispered out loud without meaning to. Samantha thought I was talking about her dress. "Awww, thanks. Hero had it made special. Clothes are a problem when you're extra little. Hero tracked down a real, old-fashioned dress maker. Our big guy has his moments." I watched as Sam shrugged her way out of the dress, looking away hastily when she pushed it down over her hips. I still saw enough to tell me she wasn't wearing underwear. The trouble was that the bathroom was heavily mirrored and everywhere I looked, there were was a very pretty and very nude Samantha slinking out of her dress. I locked my eyes onto absolutely nothing in a corner of the floor until I heard the little splash she made on the way in. This was starting to feel less and less smart. *What the hell was I thinking exactly?* I was left standing out in the middle of the bathroom with Heather staring at me. "C'mon, take it off, Berry!" she cheered from the safety of the thick bubbles covering her up to her chin. I fiddled with my robe's sash and moved closer to stand by the tub. Samantha sat next to Heather with an intrigued smile, one that was helping things. I kept fiddling with my sash. "Okay, you two. Sam? Could you maybe?" I twirled my finger around. "Fine fine." Sam frowned, but did me one better than spinning, which would have been useless with all the mirrors anyway. Instead, she took a deep breath and dipped down into the water, disappearing beneath the white foam. I hastily untied my robe and let the safety of its thick warm terry thump to the floor. Heather whistled softly. "All that running's made you crazy skinny, Berry. Except for your boobs. How the heck is that possible?" "Mmmm, good genes?" I flung a leg over the edge and stuck a toe in. "Holy Jesus, this water *is* hot." "Told you. Hurry up, Sam can't hold her breath forever." I grit my teeth and sank into the ridiculous heat then sat next to Heather. The inside perimeter of the tub was a cushiony bench. I figured this out at about the same time that Heather cooed out of the blue. "Oooh." "What?" "Sam's rubbing my foot." Samantha popped up, wiping bubbles off her face. "Like that, luv?" Heather nodded eagerly. "Definitely. More please." Sam looked at me. "Take her other leg. We'll double team her." I squinted suspicion at Heather as I slid off my seat to kneel in front of her. "You're used to getting double teamed nowadays aren't you?" Her confession came with a sly half-smile. "Yeah, sometimes." "I bet." I searched for her leg under the water, picked it up, and began digging my thumbs into the soft underside of her foot. As Samantha and I worked, Heather sighed dreamily. Sam chuckled next to me. "God, you're easy." "What's not to like?" Heather answered, eyes still closed. Her smile stretched wider. "I have the two prettiest girls I've ever met rubbing me." "And they're both naked," I added tartly. "Even better." Heather giggled without shame. It made my heart ache. Her bright laugh. The rosy blush on her cheeks from the heat. The sweet little-girl smile filled with grown-up promises. *Dammit, dammit, dammit. I'm in love with you, girlie. Still.* My desire for her welled up again, here in a hotel room rented by her boyfriend and sharing a tub with her girlfriend. My husband asleep in our honeymoon suite downstairs. I'd lost my mind. This was insane. The insanity ticked up a notch when Samantha began humming while she worked her hands over Heather's foot with practiced ease, as if they did this sort of thing every day. I passed Heather one of the cava bottles and looked over at Sam for guidance but she seemed content with her rubbing. She began to rotate Heather's ankle in gentle circles. Sam continued humming as she went. Her voice was mismatched to her little body, deeper, richer than it should have been. And yet sweet. The sound of her voice filled the room, bouncing off the tile walls in doubling then tripling echoes. Wonderful. Sam could probably sing too. *How am I supposed to compete for Heather's attention with someone like this?* The humming stopped and Samantha paused to flick knowing green eyes at me. "Go on Stace, kiss her." She went back to her rubbing, cool as ever. I looked helplessly at Heather, but her eyes were closed and she was still wearing her little-girl smile. "Yeah, kiss me, Berry." "Sooo... what? Just like...?" I stammered. "Yeah, *just like*," Samantha teased, parroting me awfully. But it was too awkward. "What? Can't do it just because I'm here?" Sam needled. *Duh*. I kept quiet. "The two of you." Samantha chuckled and slid her hands up to Heather's knee. "So secretive in high school. Sneaking around behind everyone's backs. You're grown-ups now, you know. It doesn't have to be like that anymore." Sam's green gaze flitted up again to drill into me. "Stace? Seriously, this thing you share? Set it free, honey. It's safe now." *Set it free.* It echoed in my head, though my knees remained rooted to the bottom of the tub. Samantha's nose twitched shrewdly. "Need me to show you, Stace? Remind you how to kiss her? Have you really forgotten already?" Heat bloomed in my chest, equal parts jealousy and arousal. I tugged the half-empty bottle back from Heather and tipped it up for another gulp of courage. Samantha inched closer to Heather, whispering as she went, "I like the way she smells too, you know. So sweet. Like candy. Did anyone ever tell you why Hero and I call her Peaches? She used to have this shampoo that—" "I still have the shampoo," Heather interrupted, eyeing Sam tenderly. "Fine, she has this shampoo," Samantha corrected, "that drove everyone at our accounting firm crazy. Dear God, Red, I watched three dozen accountants, two janitors, and an entire mail room, sniff after this girl for a summer. Made me want her more." They giggled together. Heather's was a brighter version of Samantha's, but they shared the same rolling lyric. "You're crazy, Sam." "Crazy for you." The gap between them closed and I watched as their lips met finally. A peck at first. Then Samantha's chin turned a little and their passion mounted, mouths working together. This wasn't helping. I wanted to leave. Slink away. Get out of the tub and put on my robe. What was I doing here? I didn't belong. Not anymore. And my husband, my brand new husband, was right downstairs. They'd invited me here to rub this in my face. *Cue the confetti, it's official, I'm the world's biggest idiot.* I would have left if Heather's hand hadn't found my arm under the water. She closed around my wrist and, though she continued kissing Samantha, she tugged me closer, dragging me nearer to them both. I was repulsed and attracted at the same time, watching their lips play together. I'd kissed my share of girls, but I'd never watched two before. Silly but true. Still, interesting as it was, I was close to pulling away when another hand, Samantha's, circled the back of my neck and drew me nearer too. Only inches separating the three of us, Samantha backed away from Heather. They both looked at me with sleepy, bedroom eyes. "Your turn, Berry," Sam whispered—a wicked challenge that plucked at my heartstrings. She'd used Heather's pet name for me, the one that was Heather's and Heather's alone. Heather didn't flinch at Sam's intrusion. Her eyes were locked on my mouth. "Yeah, your turn, Berry." Sam's hand behind my neck steered me towards Heather's face and she backed herself away to make room. Heather and I stared at each other. I was dizzy from the water's heat and her closeness. Plus, a healthy dash of jealousy for good measure. And about half a bottle of cava that was just beginning to work its way to my head, everything going blurry and soft focused. I still knew this was wrong on so many levels. Heather wasn't mine. Not anymore. And I wasn't hers. And Samantha was here. And my husband was— But she'd been in and out of my dreams for so long. And her cheeks were flushed the way they used to be after we'd made love in her childhood bedroom. I watched a bead of sweat gather at her hairline then wick its way along a lock of cornsilk hair plastered to her cheek and drip from her rounded chin down into the bubblebath. Her eyes, sky blue and heavy-lidded, glittered up at me. "What're you waiting for Berry?" she whispered. *You know what? Fuck it. We'll sort out the bodies later.* I lifted her chin with two fingers. "Nothing. Not anymore." I kissed her the way I'd wanted to almost five years ago, the very moment after I told her I never wanted to see her again. Slow. Tender. I poured my soul into it, every inch of the desperate, fucked-up needing and wanting I'd felt over the years I'd kept my careful distance. If she didn't already, I wanted Bubble to know now. I needed her to. It must have showed. My effort drew a pleased groan from my old lover. I took it as a good sign and threw a leg over her lap to straddle her thighs. Her hands found my hips, then circled me at the base of my spine, pulling me closer. Her nose twitched a millimeter from mine and she licked her lips. "Guess this means I can have more?" This whole thing, this whole, screwy, I still need her and she still wants me, but we also love other people, one of whom was barely two feet away—I just didn't fucking care anymore. "Yeah." The unbelievable part was that Samantha didn't seem to mind, because a minute after Bubble's lips mashed into mine again, a second pair of hands came up to rest on my shoulders. I stiffened at Samantha's touch, but her voice purred into my ear. "It's okay, Red. Keep going." I could feel her breath on my neck. Her strong little fingers began sinking deep into my shoulders, stroking, soothing. Calming. "Relax, Red. Relax." Her fingers rubbed deeper, and my shoulders began drooping all on their own. *Sweet Mary, she has magic hands.* "Don't stop, Red. Everybody's having fun. We're all okay." Her velvety voice sank into my head together with her fingers in my loosening flesh. I got lost, lost in the ridiculousness of it all. The thing that had slept somewhere inside me for too long, the deep and profound love for Heather that had waited patiently, biding its time, rose up again. It filled my chest and squeezed everything else out. My common sense retreated into a corner and raised a battered white flag. I was Heather's again, completely. She felt me melt, felt my body go slack. Her kisses deepened. Her hands slid up. Sam's down. I lost track of whose hands were where on my hips and back. Twenty fingers caressed, fondled, and played across my slick, superheated skin. Someone cupped my breasts, rolling thumbs in teasing circles over my nipples. I mewled into Heather's mouth and shuddered. Her tongue went wild, twirling between my lips then twisting against mine. I felt Samantha's hot breath against the back of my neck again. She inched herself closer and the hardened points of her breasts grazed between my shoulders. "May I?" she whispered politely, lips millimeters from my skin. I don't know which one of us she was asking, but it didn't matter by that point because Heather and I answered together. "Yes." Sam's lips melted into the back of my neck. When I twitched in response, she snorted a chuckle and turned her head and mouthed the top of my spine. Heather snuck downward too until she was doing the same thing at my throat, lapping and sucking. Devoured. That's what I was. The two of them licking and lapping. Sucking and gnawing. I rolled my head every which way to let them. The thumbs at my breasts sank inwards with agonizing slowness, drilling into my puckered nipples the way that had always been my weakness. It was either Heather doing it or she'd had some very detailed conversations with Samantha. Right then, I didn't care. I don't know how long they toyed with me. I was on a sensual ride. No control. No say. Trapped between two women who'd apparently flown a few thousand miles with the intention of doing, well, *this*. Everything jerked to a stop at the sound of the bathroom door swinging open behind us. "Hey Sammie, are you coming to—oh. Wow..." Hero's voice trailed off when he saw us. I jerked my face away from Heather's and would have fled from her lap if Samantha hadn't held me down. For a few heartbeats, my legs fought her arms. A full couple of seconds ticked by as our silent struggle played out underwater and none of us acknowledged Hero. Absurdly, my first thought was that it was getting rude. "I'm sorry ladies, I guess I probably should have knocked?" he ventured, as gracious as always. "You two, stay," Sam murmured, coming around beside us. "I'll go with the boy. Have fun okay?" Then Samantha did something, something perfect, in what could have been a delicate moment crowded with four sets of egos, affections, and insecurities. Sam nuzzled Heather's cheek, a few gentle sweeps of her delicate nose. Then she nuzzled mine too, in just the same way, grazing me with a tenderness that was completely unexpected and made me look at her with wonder. *How do you know just what to do?* Samantha turned finally to Hero. "Okay studmuffin, I'm coming. Sorry to keep you waiting. Guess we kind of... lost track of time there," she said tactfully as she stepped out and trotted to him without bothering to even reach for a towel. Bubble bath dribbled down her slender olive back and exquisite dancer's rump in milky white streams. Heather and I turned to watch, our faces squished cozily cheek-to-cheek, as Sam tugged a still wide-eyed Hero through the door. Her hand appeared for a last little wave for our benefit just before it shut. From outside there was a soft thump, a giggle, and the sound of a flirty chase. *Riiiight. Sorry you caught us headed straight into a girlie three-way. Let's go have sex. But first? Chase me.* What kind of life did these three live? It appalled and amazed me at the same time. The thing, whatever it might have been, that had nearly happened between the three of us had evaporated and it felt like the air had been sucked out of the room. I had no idea what to do next. Heather filled the strange pause by pulling my earlobe between her teeth and worrying at it tenderly. "You know you lead a strange life now, right Bubble?" "Maybe. But it has its moments." "And you really do share—" "Mmmhmm," she cut me off, "everything." Her fingers slipped up to explore along a few of my ribs, then drifted over to trace up and down my stomach. I groaned and she let go of my ear to rest her head on my shoulder. I blindly smoothed a strand of wet, brassy hair behind her ear. "Okay, I think maybe I'm ready for some that 'whatever' stuff you were talking about before." She shifted into my lap. "Sure about that?" I scratched gentle fingernails down her side. "Don't make me say it twice. It'll sound like begging." She twisted away and grinned. "Okay. Tub or bed?" "Bed. Please God, bed." "There's a big heart-shaped one in the back bedroom. Want to go there?" "I don't care what shape it is, as long as you're in it and you're naked." "Deal." We crawled out of the tub, wisps of steam pouring from our bare skin, and skidded carefully across the completely soaked and now death-slick marble floor. Still nude, we paraded through the penthouse's main room, confident that Hero and Samantha were occupied. **\*\~\*Part 4\*\~\*** We were right—Hero and Samantha were entirely occupied. When we passed one of the bedroom doors there were the unmistakable bed-shaking creaks and wild moans of vigorous sex. In fact, the level of their vigor was enough to make me pause in the hall. "Hold up Bubble?" I whispered. "Is Sam going to be okay in there? She's so small and, I mean, after what Hero saw in the bathroom, he's not going to get too, you know, enthusiastic is he?" Heather covered her mouth to muffle her laugh. "Oh honey, you've got the whole thing backwards. Sam's the one who'll be wound up. She's going to fuck that big lug stupid, then order a hot fudge sundae from room service while he takes a nap to recover. Then she's going to wake him up and fuck him again." "Seriously?" "I've seen it before. It's what she does in hotels." I eyed her doubtfully. Sure, Samantha had badass written all over her, but it sounded like a demolition crew was at work in there and she was less than half Hero's size. "Yeah, but she's beyond little and he's huge. Wait, is, uh, is everything on Hero, you know, big?" "You mean proportional?" Heather's lips pursed at my prying question then broke into a wide wicked grin. "Between you and me, well, you know those really thick tubes of chocolate chip cookie dough they sell at the supermarket?" Too late, my hand flew up to stop her. "Whoa! I don't think I needed to know that." She shrugged, still grinning. "Haha. Good luck not picturing it now." The thumping behind the door got louder at that moment and some of my delicate parts hurt out of sympathy for the miniature brunette. "It sounds like he's pounding her into the frickin' box spring." "Meh, that's how she likes it. Look, are we going to spy on other people having sex or go find a room of our own?" "Good point. Keep moving." Heather led me past two more doors and pushed a third open. The sight had us both laughing immediately. It looked like Liberace and Prince had built a demented love nest inside. Velours and velvets in reds, pinks and deep purples. Mirrored ceiling. Giant smoked crystal chandelier. The highlight though, as Heather promised, was smack in the middle of the room: an enormous heart-shaped bed wrapped in black satin. I slid an arm around Heather's waist as we admired the perverse gusto of the room's décor from the doorway. I eyed the bed. "Please tell me that sucker vibrates." She giggled and squeezed me. "If it doesn't, I'll shake it for you." She looked around. "Sure it's not too silly in here? There's normal rooms too." "Uh uh." I stepped inside and pulled her with me towards the bed. "This is perfect. It's just as ridiculous as tonight." "You mean ridiculous in a good way, right?" Heather spun us and pushed me back onto the sea of cool black satin. "Very good way, and you know it." She was hovering above me now, her body dripping down on me, her eyes a blend of affection and desire. "For the record, you look pretty on black satin, Berry. Your pale skin against the darkness. Red hair against black. Might be worth a picture," she mused. I caught her wrists and pulled her down on top of me. Our slick, warm bodies slid against each other, her larger breasts drilling into mine. "You don't have a camera." "I could go find my cell," she countered, faking a dip down for a smooch before pulling back. "Tease. That would mean you'd have to leave the room. And me." She nodded, her eyes raking down my body. "You're right, fuck the pictures." She came down at me for real. "Heheh, smart girl," I cooed, steering her face to one side enough to expose her collarbone. I followed it with my tongue, down to the inside swell of her breast where I traced slow circles with the tip of my nose. *Jesus, her smell, the bubblegum sweetness, still lingering beneath the cloying jasmine bubblebath.* Heather, bless her, knew what I was after. She scooted upwards, cupped her own breast and dipped its thick pink nipple into my mouth. I opened my jaw wide to accept what she offered, straining to pull in as much of her impossible tit as I could and sucked greedily. She stroked my head as I suckled. "Guess you missed hooters a little, huh, Berry?" "Mfmph," I gurgled an embarrassed confession around her boob. She smirked and slowly tugged her first breast free. It was spit-soaked, areola puckered, nipple a tight knot. She pinched it, smiling down at me. "Good girl. Very thorough." Before I asked, she stuffed the other one into my mouth, shaking her head as she indulged me. My eyes said what my mouth couldn't: *I love being naked with you.* She swapped me back to her other breast, then back again, letting me have a good long boob fix before rolling off me to one side. "My turn. Want to feel something cool, Berry?" "Always." She wiggled her eyebrows. "I've been wanting to try this on someone for a while. You were a willing good test subject." I nodded and watched as she lapped at her thumb. She brought it up to brush back and forth across one of my flat nipples. "More sex-genius games, Bubble? So far so good." It was nice to feel her touch again. "Good. Hold still, Berry." Her mouth came down and she trailed her tongue, lapping kitten licks as she went, across my breast. She lifted my arm and her meandering tongue slid slowly into my armpit. *Huh?* She began to lick the insanely sensitive flesh there and I had trouble holding still. *Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush.* *What the hell was she up to?* "Good thing I shaved," I tittered. "Yes, thanks for that," she giggled into my tender underarm. "Now, hush. Feel." She went back to licking with longer swipes. All the while, her thumb passed back and forth over my nipple with agonizing slowness. *Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush.* Weird, and yet nice. "Tickles," I snorted, "but I like it too." "Hold on. Should get better." She turned my arm and inched her mouth outwards, still lapping, towards the crook of my elbow. She began to lick the delicate skin there. It stretched a thin line of pleasure from my breast to her mouth on my arm. *Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush.* The pleasure line pulsed beneath my skin. Whoa, there was definitely something to this. "Oh honey." I was under the spell of her happy little thread across my chest, connecting two unrelated body parts, joined solely by her touch. Light-headed, I looked up at my gold-haired lover. She had a gift for this sort of thing. She winked up at me. "Feel it? The funny connection?" I nodded mutely. She kissed my arm again. "Hold on, girlie, I think it'll get better." Her mouth traced further out to the inside of my wrist. She licked there too while continuing to fondle my breast. *Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush. Lap. Brush.* The pleasure line she had already drawn stretched tighter, like adjusting a guitar string, tuning it. Each combined lap and fondle was a pluck at her tautly stretched string. It was insane. "Ooh," I cooed, shoulders lifting off the bed. "Working, huh?" She slid her mouth further down the same arm until, finally, she began licking and suckling the tip of my middle finger, still tweaking my nipple. It sent warm tingles through me along the thread she'd drawn. That thread was longer, tighter now, and she played it until it vibrated. "Guuuuh," I groaned. "Cool, huh?" "Still a sex-genius," I sighed. "Me?" she beamed. Now nuzzling my hand. "Hooyeah." "Want me to do the other side too?" "Yes please." She did, and soon my hips were wriggling on their own as if we'd never been apart, Heather teaching me something new about my body the way she did when we were in high school even though I'd been her first real lover. She could still read me too. "Ready for some relief, Berry? There's such a thing as too much teasing, I guess." "Maybe... kinda..." "Hehe, that was a total yes. Mind if I...?" Her small, pink tongue flicked out and played along the top of her lip, finishing her question. As she intended, I felt her offer between my legs. "Kiss me first, Bubble, then you can have me." I pulled her down on top of me again. I stroked her back as we smooched and wriggled together, finally daring to skim my hands downwards to stroke her curvy hips. I filled my hands with each of her rounded buns. They were still slick from the bubble bath. "Mmmhmm, give it a good squeeze," she murmured. I did, sinking my fingers into the tight muscles of the spectacular rump, I'd once watched sprint up and down a hockey field beneath a small pleated skirt. She scooted downwards again, pausing to cup my breasts and give them two gentle squeezes. "Meep meep." She chuckled. "Weirdo." I patted her head as her chin grazed smoothly down over my stomach. She moved lower and rested her head on the inside of my thigh then gently spread my legs a little wider. "Oooh, love the landing strip. Bobbie's idea or yours?" *Ow, please don't make me think about my husband with you right there.* "Mine." "It suits the skinny you. Very slim and sporty." She exhaled a warm breath across my mound that made me shudder with anticipation. "You haven't changed a bit, Berry. So fair. So pink. So pretty." She leaned in and planted a few teasing pecks then pulled back again. "Just as wet. Just as sweet too." Her hands found the hollows of my hips and started tracing lazy circles. She sighed. "You know what? This is going to sound a little disturbed, but I think I've missed your cooter." I patted her head again. "You're right, it's a little twisted. I'm not complaining though." Heather leaned in again to press her mouth against my slit, her nimble little tongue slipping between. She began a slow search in my folds as her hands kept stroking my hips. She found my clit and when she swabbed at it a few times, I shuddered again and eked out a warning, "Bubble? I'm really turned on. I'm not going to last long." "So? Why don't we just get your first one out of the way?" she offered sweetly, then returned to her gentle laps. Her tongue began spinning around and around my clit. It was a good thing she didn't mind. I was getting dizzy again, even closer to cumming than I realized. I tugged her hands up from my hips to my chest again. She understood and her thumbs sought out my tight discs, circling them to match her magic tongue revolving around my clit. The combination was like hitting my fast forward button. "Oh crap," I squeaked. My climax picked up speed, hurtling closer. I clawed at the sheets, panting and rocking my head on the pillow. Heather seemed as eager to see me cum as I was. Her licks quickened, her tongue flying back and forth over my tingling love button. I snorted and pawed and trembled and quaked. And came. "Mu huh huh huh," I wailed, twisting as all the tension she'd built up ignited, boiling my insides. She stayed with me, keeping perfect pace, feathering licks at my button and toying gently at my nipples to stretch out my cum. She knew how to work me in these moments like no one else and the orgasm kept stretching further and further until I was gritting my teeth. "No more! Please!" I dragged her head from between my legs, reduced to a pile of jangled nerve endings. "Get back up here would you?" I waved her up weakly. Heather scooched higher and stretched out on the bed next to me again with a self-satisfied grin. Her chin was shiny with my juices. When I wiped at it with a few fingers she caught them and pulled them to her lips. She nursed on them, pulling my honey away with a steady suckling. We were still catching our breath when someone rapped on the door. **\*\~\*Part 5\*\~\*** It was Sam. She peeked inside for a moment then pulled her head back. "Hiya. Everybody decent?" Heather and I slunk beneath the sheets before she answered. "Covered, girlie. Never decent." Sam chuckled as she slunk in the door and shut it behind her. It was as casual as I'd ever seen her—just a black t-shirt that fell not much past her hips, hair pulled up into a sloppy dark ponytail. "Mind if I hang out with you guys a little? Hero's in snore mode and I can't sleep." Heather looked at me and when I nodded, she patted the bed next to her. "Sure, chickie. C'mere." Sam scooted onto the bed next to Heather while looking around, taking in the room. "So what the hell is the deal with place? It's like Paul Lynde threw up in here." Heather and I both blinked blankly at her. Sam rolled her eyes. "C'mon, I'm not that much older than the two of you." Heather gave her a consolation smooch on the cheek. "S'ok, old lady. I still like you." She leaned in for an exaggerated sniff. "And you reek of sex." "Yeah, well, so do you. And twenty-eight is not old. I'll show you old." Sam whirled and straddled Heather's middle, trapping her arms at her sides beneath the slick black sheets. Heather didn't even bother struggling. Instead, she looked up at her lover shrewdly. "You smell like sex, but you don't smell like hot fudge. Room service is closed for the night isn't it?" Sam shrugged. "So? It's almost three in the morning." "So you wore Hero out and then got bored." Sam nodded slowly, still straddling but beginning to inch herself up Heather's chest. "Yep. Poor fella. Fucked to sleep by his favorite sex kitten." Heather smirked. "You're his second favorite," she sassed, eying the bottom edge of Samantha's t-shirt. This was a strange game. I cleared my throat to remind them I was there. Sam didn't look over but Heather did. "Berry, mind if I, you know, help Sam a little bit? From the way she's wiggling this'll take two minutes tops." "Hey," Sam groused. "Oh please, I know that wiggle. You've been masturbating and you snuck over here hoping I'd finish the job," Heather shot back. *Okay, now I am definitely a third wheel.* "Guys, why don't I go find us something else to drink? Which way to that fridge with the booze?" "There's three fridges," Sam answered, "but, um, stay Red?" She reinforced her soft plea with a hand on my bare shoulder. Heather snorted into Samantha's slowly approaching groin. "Hoping for an audience, huh?" "Maybe." Sam nibbled her lip. "That a problem?" "If you let my hands go, I don't mind so much." Sam lifted herself up long enough for Heather to pull her arms free. "So what exactly did you have in mind, Sammie?" Heather wondered with thinly feigned innocence. Sam's groin was still inching towards her face. Sam leaned down over her, loose strands of dark hair covering her face. "Your mouth. My pussy. Whenever you're ready," Sam murmured. Heather's blues narrowed at the bluntness. "I think I can do that." Samantha lifted the edge of her t-shirt and I caught a quick glimpse of jet-black fur before she hunched into Heather and let the shirt go, obscuring Heather's mouth again. A few moist, snuffling sounds followed and Sam's face twisted up in pleasure. She clutched the top of the upholstered headboard then looked over at me and smiled weakly. "So, how's it going?" I snorted out a giggle. Was she serious? "Meh, not bad. You?" "Good. And, um, getting bu-better," Sam stuttered. I watched one of Heather's hands slip beneath the front of her t-shirt and caress her stomach. One of Sam's eyes twitch at its edge. Sam's hips humped forward, chasing. She steadied herself by letting out a long slow breath and resting her head on top of the headboard before falling silent, apparently lost in Heather's attention. It was strange watching them, a grittier, real life version of the girlie porn videos I sometimes indulged Bobbie with. And it raised the same swirl of emotions as watching them kiss in the tub. Unfair as it was, a selfish part of me was upset seeing them together. Another part, curious. Still, there was one last part, a tiny part, that was aroused. I snuck a hand down beneath the sheet for an experimental brush between my legs. It was a important tiny part—the one between my legs. A telltale buzz zipped up my spine. My other hand had joined my first. Before I realized what I was doing, I had spread myself open and begun twirling while watching my high school sweetheart ate another woman. *How did I get here?* I was so absorbed in watching what little I could see with Samantha's t-shirt in the way that I failed to notice Sam had looked over at me again. She caught me staring. When our eyes met, hers were hooded and glassy, their green had dipped three shades darker. She licked her lips, dry from panting, and raised an eyebrow. And, slowly, she lifted the hem of the screening t-shirt. It rose like a curtain. I could see everything now. Samantha's mink-like little patch, her slender cinnamon lips splayed wide. Heather's eyes, closed, her skilled tongue zipping in complex patterns from Sam's clit, down lower, then back. It was rude, raunchy, and intoxicating to see something so intimate. Samantha's eyes fluttered as Heather worked on her, but Sam still managed to look meaningfully from my face, down my body, then back again. Tit for tat. And a challenge. She wanted to see me too. This was insane. Utterly mental. Well, why not? She'd shared. There was no real harm in letting her look was there? With both of my hands still working away between my legs, I caught the satiny sheet in my toes and drew it downwards. Sam's eyes widened as the black fabric magically slid down from my throat. They widened even more when it slunk down further, revealing my breasts to the cool room air and the heat of her gaze. I left the sheet there and let Sam stare. Her nostrils flared with a hunger that spoke volumes. Sam was into boobs. Whether she'd started that way or Heather had turned her onto them one I had no idea, but she was most certainly a boob chick. Samantha's eyes narrowed and she licked her lips, attention riveted to my chest. Was she thinking about licking me? Her rapt attention made my pulse quicken. She was making me feel desirable too. Attractive. Wanted. Sam's eyelids grew heavy and slid closed. It was obvious she was lost in Heather's ceaseless tonguing. I'd liked the way she looked at me. I sucked in a quick breath, screwed up my courage, and kicked off the sheet completely. Samantha's eyes flew open again and zipped directly between my legs. Her mouth fell open. I'd wondered if she'd ever seen a redhead naked. The way she drank me in, I guessed not. Caught up in the moment I spread my legs wider, lifted and bent a knee, and even cocked my hips up. It put me on wet, wide display and Samantha's eyes nearly bugged out of her head as I molested myself, spreading my swollen lips open and circling my pebble hard clit. I heard the scrape of Sam's fingernails clawing at the headboard and it made me smile. I was getting to her. *Muhahaha, take that badass.* To Sam's credit, she managed to tear her eyes away from my show long enough to look up at me and mouth a silent request, *Cum for me?* It was one of the hottest things anyone had ever asked me. I was most of the way there already, this was all so insane, and her request shot a heated thrill through me. I nodded and my fingers quickened, becoming a blur over my nub. For good measure, I slipped a fingertip down to play at my drooling opening. As Sam's eyes raced up and down my body trying to take in everything at once, I felt the first tingles of a climax gathering in my hips. The tingles spread upwards into my stomach and downwards into my knees. The room was spinning and Samantha's blurring, lust-filled face was all I could see. I dangled on the edge of something epic, fingers flying back and forth across my clit so quickly I knew my arm would ache later. I stared at Sam and she stared at me, both of us rushing towards our own release. I won. "Gaaaaah," I moaned, my butt heaving up and off the bed all on its own. The orgasm was sharp and brutal. I wheezed and shuddered, riding it out. On instinct, I sank the toying finger deep inside myself just to feel my own frantic contractions gnaw and squeeze. I fucked myself over and over, making raunchy squishing noises I could barely hear over the thumping in my ears. Sam was just a moment behind me, whispering babbling her appreciation before Heather was even finished, "thankyouthankyouthankyou." Through my own haze, I watched Sam shuddering and grinding herself down into Heather's still working mouth. I may have won the race to cum first but my sharp little orgasm was no match for what Heather heaped on Sam. Just as she'd done for me, Heather toyed and teased to stretch out her lover's climax until the brunette's lip curled up in a grimace of half-pleasure, half-pain. Sam finally gave out and collapsed on the other side of Heather, gasping for air face down in the bed and twitching limply. Heather rolled towards Samantha to pet the back of her head then batted playfully at Sam's sloppy ponytail a few times. "Good one huh?" "Mawsome," Sam groaned into the mattress. "Hehe, glad to hear it. You'll sleep better now I bet." "M'yep." Heather turned back to me and noticed I was panting and naked too. "Were you just—while she was—?" "Hooyeah, and it was fabulous." She grinned with what looked like curious pride. "Wow, what happened to my shy little Berry?" "Not sure," I said, sheepish now that the orgasm's heat was waning. I drew the sheet back up over me. "But I'm pretty sure you two are a bad influence." "Probably," Heather mused, nudging me onto my side then spooning in behind me. Her lap curled into me from behind, a welcome warmth. Her breasts pressed into my back like overstuffed pillows. "Tongue tired yet, Bubble?" I sassed. "Little bit. Why? Need more lovin' already?" She pressed her nose in close and kissed my neck through my hair as her hand came up to rest on my hip. How many times had she held me like this when we were together? I'd lost count. "Not right now, honey." I stifled a yawn. "I'm good. Nice being in your arms again though." I reached back and pulled my hair up out of the way for her. It was an old hint. I'd always loved her lips on my neck when we spooned. Heather hadn't forgotten. She smooched and nuzzled me to my heart's content as we cuddled. She was just as good at the after part as the during. Samantha's stirring shook the bed. On hands and knees, she crawled over to join us. She didn't press herself in behind Heather. Instead, she clambored over us both, apologizing as she went. "Mind being the monkey, Red?" she asked over her shoulder as she began backing into me. I had no idea what that meant. "She means in the middle, Berry," Heather explained. "Remember monkey in the middle?" Samantha's miniature rump settled deep into my lap. She wriggled it gently, getting situated, and I felt every inch of its muscled firmness For lack of anywhere better to put it, I rested my hand on Sam's hip too. She found it and tugged it up over her t-shirt to press it to her chest. I could feel her heart beating. I counted out Sam's heartbeats as Heather went back to kissing my neck. Squeezed between them, I was getting heated wonderfully front and back. Samantha's smell, sweet and spicy in a woody way, and musky with an assortment of recent sex, filled my nose like an illicit perfume. Heather shut off the lights then reached over me to lift Samantha's hair up, as I had done for her just a minute before. "You know, turns out Sam really likes it too, Berry," Heather hinted. I stared at the delicate curve of Samantha's neck. Everything about her was so darn tiny and feminine. For a registered bad-girl, she was so dainty. "Is that right, Sam?" Her mute answer was a gentle squeeze of my hand. I exhaled onto her neck and she wriggled back into me. Barely, just barely, I brushed my lips against her skin. "This what you want, girlie?" She squeezed my hand twice this time. Heather began smooching my neck. I touched my lips to Samantha's neck and began kissing her insanely soft skin. It seemed fair in a way, like Heather was the one doing it and I was just a relay, an extension. Sam liked it, I could tell from the sleepy purr that vibrated in her chest. "You're going to give me nice dreams, Stace," she murmured. "I think you've earned it," I answered between smooches. Samantha's purring became deep and even. I think she fell asleep first. I must have been next because I felt Heather nuzzling at my neck until everything melted away. **\*\~\*Part 6\*\~\*** I woke up, sweating from head to toe. Heather was still at my back, squished in close. Samantha was still in front. Sam had she spun in her sleep and slunk lower until her face was pressed into my throat. She was also on top of my arm. I shifted to free it as carefully as I could but still disturbed her. Half asleep, Sam kissed my neck and sighed, then kissed it again. She lapped at my sweaty skin. Her mouth started moving lower, trailing kisses and licks as she went. Her tongue teased up and down my breastbone. I froze. *Crap, she's gotten me mixed up with Heather.* "Salty," Sam murmured. Her hand skidded up from somewhere, grazing my belly before finding my breast. She cupped me with her tiny hand and her fingers sank into me. Heather and I were nearly the same size and we were precisely the same round shape. It wouldn't tip her off. So I did the only thing I could think of, played possum. Samantha's face skidded down and moved sideways. Her lips blindly searched for my nipple. When she found one, she stopped. She had to know now. My flat disks were nothing like Heather's gumdrops. Neither of us moved for what felt like forever. "Red, I can tell you're awake, honey. Your heart's going to pound its way out of your chest." *So much for my cowardly ruse.* "Well, maybe that's because your face is in my tits?" "Good point," she conceded into my cleavage, though she didn't move away. "I have to admit, it's kind of fun listening to your chest thump away all crazy-like." She brushed her cheek against me. "Does it get crazier the more excited you get?" And she brushed her cheek against me again. My conscience made a long overdue appearance. Yes, Sam's hands may have felt nice back in the tub. And the mutual perving we'd shared in bed had been thrilling. But this was different. Exciting though it was, we were on dangerous ground. Heather was asleep. More importantly, any thin historical excuses I might be able to muster for wrecking wedding vows with Heather I couldn't really apply to Samantha. Basically, there was unfair to Bobbie and then there was *really* unfair to Bobbie. I wouldn't want him doing things like this to me. I looked down at Samantha in the thin light and brushed tangled dark bangs out of her eyes. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not so sure you and I—" Her eyes fell, her hands flew off me, and she jerked away. "I'm sorry." Dammit, she'd taken it the wrong way. I saw the hurt feelings splash across her face, the horrible mix of injured pride and embarrassment. She wasn't used to rejection. Why would she be? "Now hold on a sec will you? It's not that I don't like you. Or that I don't think about you that way, it's just that—" Sam backed out of bed and stood, smoothing her t-shirt and shoring up her ponytail brusquely. Her face was a featureless mask. "It's fine, I get it. I'm in the way. I'll go. You two have your fun." I lunged at her awkwardly from the bed and caught her forearm. "Jesus, hold on, you're being thick." She whirled and her jaw reset, her eyes hardening, not just around the edges—in the *middle* too—a sort of crystallizing that unsettled me enough to make everything in my head just come tumbling out. "Sam, I'm scared witless right now, okay? Look at me, I'm in bed with my husband's sister two days after my wedding. Honestly, I have no idea how the hell this isn't going to end up in a divorce. I'm going to have the shortest marriage in history. I'm screwing everything up and the worst part is I can't seem to fucking stop myself." Samantha's eyebrows knitted and her jaw dropped. "She didn't? Why wouldn't she?" she babbled, twisting herself free and marching to Heather's side of the bed where she was still sleeping soundly. "I swear to god she is the dumbest smart girl I've ever met." Sam shook Heather by the shoulders. "Peaches!" she hissed. She had to shake her again before Heather woke up blinking. "Wha?" "Did you forget to mention something to Stacey about tonight?" Heather rubbed her eyes cutely. "Like what?" "Like the agreement?" Sam's pitch rose. "Oh. Right." Heather rolled over to look at me and nibbled her lip. "Bobbie said this is all okay. Hero too." The room rotated. It was like someone vacuumed the air out of my lungs, my chest collapsed. Heather rubbed her eyes and sighed. "Think about it, Berry. How did I got in your hotel room? Bobbie left a key for me at the front desk when you guys got here." "He... you... planned," I sputtered. "Uh huh," Heather prompted, cocking her head, waiting patiently. My mental wheels weren't getting traction and it must have showed. Sam squinted at me. "I can't tell, are you better or worse now?" Heather studied my face. "Mmmm, better. She just needs a second to catch up. Don't you Berry?" I waved them both closer with my arms wide. "She wants a hug." Heather guessed correctly. "You want a hug don't you, Berry?" I managed a nod but just barely. Heather scooted closer and pressed herself in. Sam scrambled onto the bed and over her girlfriend to squish into me too. And the tears came. They were strange ones, chock full of fear, anxiety, guilt and dread. They rolled out of me, taking the mishmash of horrible feelings with them as Heather and Sam squeezed me tight and convinced me that I hadn't flushed my two-day marriage down the toilet. When I'd settled, Heather dabbed at my wet nose with the end of the sheet. "You didn't honestly think I was going to let you tank your marriage to my baby bro did you?" I sniffled and shrugged. Samantha nudged me down onto my back and stuffed a pillow under my head. She shook her head sympathetically. "Give us some credit, Red. We're a little smarter than that. " Heather stretched out next to me. She tugged my arm around her and cuddled in, exhaling into the side of my boob. "This wasn't supposed to be stressful. I'm sorry." Samantha tucked into my other side. "She's right. This was supposed to be the opposite of stressful. I wanted this to be something nice for you. If it weren't for you, Heather and Hero and I wouldn't be possible. Heather learned to love women from you in a tender and sweet way that I don't think I could have managed." Sam glanced at Heather before continuing. "Red, what I'm trying to say is, I'm not mad or jealous or scared that you're in Heather's life." She kissed my shoulder. "Honey, I'm grateful. Incredibly, incredibly grateful." My heart was going to swell out of my chest. "Really?" "Promise." She nodded into my shoulder. "Grateful?" "Yeah." We laid in the quiet for a while until Sam broke the silence again. "And Peaches? You're right. She's even hotter, naked." Heather picked her head up. "Told you. She'd have turned you gay in high school too." "What it take her, a couple of months?" Samantha smirked. "I might have lasted a day. Maybe two. I was way sluttier than you were." I ran fingers through both of their hair. Sam's smooth and straight. Heather's wavy and thick. "How about we all agree that Heather has spectacular taste in women?" "Agreed," they cheered. "As long as we're talking history," Samantha's fingers traced up my side again, pausing at an elongated bump, "How on earth did you get this?" Heather answered for me. "That's where she took a whack from a hockey stick. Cracked ribs. I was twenty feet away when it happened. You should have heard the thump. I think everybody on the field winced." "Owie." Samantha bent to press her lips to it. "And this one?" She found the little jagged circle on my hip. Heather moved closer. "Mmm, that one was before me. Tennis I think, right Berry? When you were little?" Heather looked up at me in earnest, her eyes open and honest and sweet in the irresistible Miller family way. Sam's lips went to my hip and lingered there. I scratched beneath her hair at the back of her head while marveling at Bubble's memory. "Do you ever forget anything?" Heather's hand patted my stomach. "Only unimportant things. Everything about you's important." Sam was still skeptical. "Hold up, how exactly does someone get a scar playing tennis?" I'd been twelve and wearing a short tennis skirt when I dove across a hard court to chase down a corner ball. It was dumb. I should have just let it go. Heather's version was much kinder. "Stacey's an all-in kinda girl. She doesn't do stuff halfway. Do you Berry?" Her eyes held mine for a long and tender moment and she scratched affectionately at my stomach. "No, no I guess not." She looked down at Sam and something passed between them. "Turn towards me, Berry? On your side?" I didn't argue, just did as she asked, putting my back to Samantha whose fingers began stroking up and down my spine in a slow, deliberate way that made me groan. "Ooooh, that's nice." "Mmmhmm," Sam murmured simply. Her fingers kept working, even while she got in a little dig, "Hey, nice 'I wuv Bobbie' tattoo. Where'd you get it? It's super sexy," she snickered. I reached back and slapped her thigh. It made a satisfying crack and she snickered again. "Spoiled sport." "Play nice, you two?" Heather distracted me by pressing her face to my stomach and beginning a long series of delicate pecks. Just as I started getting more turned on in a lazy, relaxed kind of way she raspberried low on my belly. "Don't be so touchy. Your ink is cute. Bobbie told me he likes it. Says it marks his property." That had the three of us laughing. It was a good tension breaker for what I could sense was coming, sandwiched between them for what felt like the millionth time that night. We were headed way past cuddling. As proof, Sam's mouth replaced her hands, her lips brushing up and down my back. Heather gave me my last out. "Sam could step out for a little bit if you want, Berry. Maybe go make us some drinks." She went back to kissing lower and lower. I thought on it as their lips continued pressing into me front and back. I loved Bubble, deeply. Was there something more than love? Heather Miller was in my bones, my marrow, there was no denying it anymore. Sam's teeth nipping at my back drew my attention to her. And, yes, I liked her too. Very much. More than I would have expected to like the girl who'd replaced me. A petite stylish femme fatale with a guarded heart. If she'd come into my life, opened up to me, she'd have had me too. I sighed, their mouths still working. We'd already come this far. When would I get another chance at something like this? "Stay Sam," I whispered, though my voice sounded a little less sure than I'd hoped. Samantha hesitated at my back. "Say it again for me? Say it again so I'll know it's true?" It made me smile. To me, it would sound a bit like begging. But this night seemed to be devoted to exceptions. "Stay Sam. I think I'd like you here too." As though it were a cue, Heather and Sam started moving. Slowly. Carefully. Easing us through the first parts something they seemed to have choreographed just for me. Heather slid lower on the bed and kissed each of my knees before her hands wedged between and eased them open until one pointed to the ceiling. Her cheek grazed my thigh as she moved inwards and settled herself there, close enough that I could feel her breath on me. Samantha reached from behind to steady my raised knee with a firm hand. She was nibbling now at the base of my spine, alternating between kisses, licks, and nips. I tugged Heather closer with both hands threaded through her hair, trying urge her on. It was no use. She continued her nuzzling. One of Samantha's tiny hands squeezed one of my buns. She followed the groping with a confession. "As long as we're all being honest, I've had some thoughts about this porcelain rump of yours, Stace." She sank her fingertips deep into the muscles she found there and began more of her nice rubbing. I cleared my throat. "And what sort of thoughts, exactly? I had you figured for a boob junkie." That drew Heather's attention. "Silly Berry. First and foremost, Sammie's an booty girl." I reached backwards to pet the top of Sam's head. "That right, Sam?" She chuckled, then patted the rounded underside of my cheek. "I think it's your pale skin. The thought of leaving handprints on it. Does Bobbie ever..." She gave my cheek a firm swat that finished her question. It made me jump forward directly into Heather's mouth, who rewarded me with a long and very nice lick up the middle that made me shiver. The spank had confirmed something I'd always suspected. Sam leaned a bit dirty. Something about her reeked of it from the day we met, maybe because it took one to know one. When it came right down to it, I was no blushing schoolgirl either and if she didn't know already, it was time to clarify a few things. "Actually, Sam, Bobbie's interest back there is a little more, well, invasive. Give me your hand a sec?" I circled two of her fingers and steered them between my cheeks, running them up and down my crack before tapping them meaningfully against my crinkled star. "My hubby's goes crazy for that." Her fingertips swirled slow circles around my delicate ring. "And you?" "Actually, I don't mind indulging him now and then." "Oh please," Heather chimed in, "Berry's a total butt junky too, Sam. She made me poke her in the ass with a shampoo bottle our very first night together." "Hey! Secrets?!" I mussed Heather's hair. Heather's apology was late and half-hearted. "Sorry. Kinda." "Forgiven. Less talking, more licking." Heather's small, warm tongue did begin tracing my lips, though it avoided the place I needed her most. Samantha continued toying at my backdoor. "I never would have guessed, Red. What is it you like?" "I dunno. Depends on what you're good at. Show me?" "Silly Berry, Sam's good at everything," Heather murmured, then finally swiped over my clit. It sent a warm wet joy through me that made me buck again. "Hehe, liked that?" "More. Please. Quit toying with me," I pleaded. She must have felt pity because she rolled her tongue over my clit again, then centered her mouth over it and suckled delicately for a moment before pulling away. "You're evil," I whimpered. I'd lost track of Sam. She'd scooted lower and begun planting kisses back and forth on each of my ass cheeks. The kisses became licks, her tongue roaming wildly over my backside. I jumped again when she sank her little teeth into bottom edge of my ass cheek. It dawned on me that this was going to be a repeat of the tub. Sam behind. Heather in front. They'd devour me. Chew me up. Spit me out. Heather began small licks at my clit in her agonizing, slow rhythm, one my body would never forget. Samantha pressed her nose deep into my crease and exhaled a warm breath there, then went still. It was sweet, wicked torture. If only one of them would take it further. Heart pounding in my chest, I humped, chasing Heather's tongue as it rolled patient curls up and down, barely brushing me. My free hand clawed the sheets and I moaned in desperation. *Jesus, somebody, do something!* Samantha moved first, snorting into my backside again. Her hand found the sweep of my hip and began to stroke up and down. I felt her mouth slowly opening, her chin, buried between my buns, sliding down. Her hot breath washed over her lewd target. Her first lap was so gentle I wasn't sure it happened—the barest whisper of contact against my little rose. I jerked all the same. They both stopped. Sam giggled and Heather giggled with her. They really were out to drive me insane. "C'mon guys, this is killing me," I whimpered. Sam gave me their joint reply—a short, decisive swat to my ass that surprised as much as it thrilled. The heat that rippled across my skin from her blow told me she'd probably left a handprint, marked me in the same way Bobbie sometimes did when he got carried away. The message was clear, I wasn't in control here. Not right now anyway. They were. *Fucking hell this is hot.* Heather's hand joined Sam's at my hip. One set of fingers, I couldn't tell whose, started tapping out a rhythm. Another joined. A moment later, their mouths matched, Heather's tongue swabbing at my clit, Samantha's spiraling at my backdoor. Communicating with their fingers, they did it in perfectly joined time. Pure, lewd genius. Now I loved and hated them both. Their pace quickened by slow degrees, nowhere nearly as much as I would have liked, but it did. Heather pulled my clit into her mouth and suckled with each of their joint finger taps. By then, Sam's steady lapping had loosened me up and her tongue was dipping inside me, twisting within my pucker before retreating. Only to repeat. I hunched forward and back, desperate, crazed. Heather's free hand slithered up the bed to my mouth. She pressed a few fingers to my lips. I licked them automatically. The hand retreated downward and stopped at my breasts, one lazing against the other with the way I was stretched out on my side. Her thumb found one of my nipples, her middle finger went to the other. She began to brush them in time with her mouth. Sam's mouth too. *Presto.* Every single one of my buttons in impossible concert. I shuddered at this last wicked trick and Heather snickered her approval into my mound but never stopped licking. Now it was just a matter of time. What followed would not have been a ridiculous thing to watch. I wriggled like a deep sea fish that swallowed a hook, my hips and back arching and bowing each way. Retreating, then chasing. Everywhere, everywhere, pleasure. Samantha patience continued to win out. I felt her tongue twist inside me, deeper and deeper, drilling and twisting in my loosened star. Heather rolled her mouth up and down, her tongue whipping everywhere, pausing to swallow the excitement that dribbled from me. It was either that or drown. For what felt like forever, the only sound in the insanely decorated little room was licking. I added a mewling from somewhere deep in my chest. It grew to a low and steady moan. It only encouraged the girls, who redoubled their efforts until I was bucking haphazardly. Moaning became wailing and then a tightening squeak as my lungs ran out. When it struck, it was an orgasm like nothing I'd ever experienced. I'd seen it coming. I'd watched, powerless, as two industrial cranes carefully lifted the very immense and obviously heavy thing directly over my head. It didn't mean I was ready for it when it came down. Basically, I got squished. Herking, jerking, drooling, and gasping, I came my lily-white buns off. Heather and Sam chased my mindless gyrations, giving me no rest from their pursuing mouths and fingers. I was reduced to a favorite plaything, batted back and forth between them for their sport. When it was over, when they'd decided I'd had enough, I was left shuddering and quivering, somehow both sad and grateful that it was over. I rediscovered breathing while watching Heather slide quietly from the bed and scoot out the bedroom door. She came back a minute later with three bottles of water and a smaller, fourth opaque one. In the meantime, Sam had scooted up to spoon in behind me and hold me tight. She did her best to quell the post-cum shakes that periodically rolled up and down my spine. I was beginning to feel pathetic. Heather didn't seem surprised. She propped herself up on a few pillows next to me and offered me a sip of her water. I waved it off, somewhere between unwilling and unable to move. She wrinkled her nose. "That good? Or that bad?" I blinked a few times, trying to focus clearly on her face. "That... everything. Holy crap." Sam snorted and nuzzled the back of my neck. "Wuss." The arm that she had wrapped around me snuck upwards and her hand opened to cup one of my boobs. I snatched it down and held her still. "I need you to just, hold on. Don't touch anything for another minute or two. Just wait." Sam chuckled into my neck and, bless her, let me be. Heather had another gulp from her bottle and passed it to Sam, then she scooted down in front of me, her big sky blues an curious mix of worry and pride. "Does the no-touchy thing include kissing?" I looked down at Heather's lips. "No." And her mouth found mine. I couldn't move. She did most of the work, reaching behind to cradle my neck and pulling me into her kiss. It actually did help. Everything started feeling real again. After a minute or two, she pulled away and nudged her nose with mine. "Better?" I smiled weakly. "Yeah." "Ready for more nooky?" I choked out a fear-filled giggle. "Fuck no." She didn't seem surprised by my reaction to this either. "Good. That means we did our work properly." She pecked my nose and settled back. "How about you, Sam? You done?" Samantha finished a long pull on her water bottle then took my side. "You've worn us both out, Peaches." She nudged me. "I think it's Heather's turn." "Funny you should mention that." Heather brightened, eyeing us both. "I was kind of hoping to save me for last." I had a decent idea where this was headed. "Had something in mind did you?" "Yes please," she nodded, eager, "you know... the thing. Your thing. The do-me-until-somebody-falls-asleep thing?" "Ahhh, holding out for that were you?" "'Fraid so." "Fine, on your back then, Bubble." "Wait, I need more water. And you'll need this." She tossed me the little opaque bottle she'd brought back with the water." It was a hotel-sized moisturizer. We both knew what that was for. "So the *whole* treatment huh?" She nodded again and blushed a little. "Yep, no skimping." I scooted down to the bottom of the bed and tugged Samantha down with me. "She's done this for me, you know," Sam explained. "It is a lovely thing to do for someone." When Heather settled, I scooted up between her legs and rest a hand on the flat plane of her stomach. "Ready, Bubble?" She looked down at me over the twin peaks of her impossible boobs and tucked her brassy blonde hair behind her ears and grinned her readiness, looking a bit like she was getting ready for battle. I paused to take in the sight of her like this, sprawled in the middle of a black, heart-shaped bed, then skimmed my hand up into the tiny space between her breasts and left it there. The beat I could feel beneath my palm was clear and strong. I began tapping it back to her on her breastbone. "I've missed us, Berry," she whispered. "Missed you. This." "Shhh. Me too. Now be quiet and let me try to settle up for the billion nice things you've done for me all week." I continued tip-tapping softly along with the throb in her chest, setting its rhythm into both of us. I stilled myself and matched my breathing with hers. Sam went quiet too. It took some time, so many distractions, but I managed to shut everything else out. The room. The bed. Even the studious, dark-haired pixie next to me watching every move I made. For now, it needed to be just my Bubblegum and me. And the feelings we now knew we both still shared. I stopped tapping on her chest and eased moved closer to nuzzle her perfect, smooth little pussy, with its adorable puffy lips. Heather still looked like a doll to me -- bare and smooth and neat. I let her bubblegum musk fill my nose and traced her tiny lips with my tongue, then slid between them. She tasted just like she smelled, like sex candy. Her clit was just beneath and well-past ready, hard as a little pebble and pushing out, eager. I test-licked, once, at her sensitive button just when her heart thudded against my palm and she let out a slow breath. We had started tonight slowly. We'd end it that way too. *Bebump. Lick.* Here, now, like this, it felt like we were back in a different hotel room—the one where Heather and I made love for the very first time. We'd swung a giant circle and come back to the beginning, adding Bobbie and Hero and Samantha along the way. *Bebump. Lick.* Heather shifted and reached down. She twisted a few fingers into my hair and spread it out across one of her thighs. I smiled into her growing wetness. My memory wasn't as good as hers. I'd forgotten how much she'd loved my hair. How she'd buried her face in it every chance she got. *Bebump. Lick.* Time stretched and slowed. No rush. No worries. Just pleasure. As much as I tried to hold her off, Heather's body couldn't be denied forever. Her first little orgasm crept up on her. I fended it off as long as I could, but eventually had to let her cum. There was no sense fighting it, really. There'd be more. That was the whole idea of this thing. "Ohhhh... Berry" she cooed, twisting, climaxing under my mouth. When it was over, I could feel the tension ebb from her thighs on either side of me. I let her recover for a while. When her heartbeat had slowed again, I returned to my patient licking. *Bebump. Lick.* It was a little longer before her next cum. When it rolled over her, she rocked her curvy hips into my mouth and shuddered. "So good... God..." I nodded into her now dripping pussy. "Want the other thing too, Bubble?" I offered. "Yeah," she agreed dreamily. Sam, an attentive assistant, was ready with the bottle of lotion. She'd even been warming it in her hands. She grinned as she dabbed a bit of it on my first finger, rubbed it in, then applied more. Sam knew what Heather's other thing was too—a finger teased ever-so-carefully through her backdoor. I'd been the one to talk a more hesitant teenage Heather into this years ago. Not so much now. I went back to my patient licking and began to massage the pad of my finger at Heather's pale little knot just beneath my chin, pressing her there with each sweep of my tongue over her clit. *Bebump. Lick-tap.* With patience, it was just a matter of time until my fingertip won out. She exhaled slowly as I finally inched inside her. At each thump in her chest, I licked and I toyed in her backdoor at the same time. *Bebump. Lick-wriggle.* She came again, harder, knees shaking, hips dancing. I let her recover, and then we did it all over again. And again. And again. Heather had more stamina than she used to. For a while, her orgasms grew larger from one to the next. It may have been Sam encouraging her from beside me— "You're beautiful like this, honey. Keep going. I know you can. "I love watching you like this. I'm dripping into the bed just seeing her touch you." "That's it, show us how many times you can cum. Show us how much you love what she's doing. One more, baby. Please? For me?" Sam's cheered at Heather's largest climax, her entire body heaving off the bed into a gorgeous arch. The muscles of her stomach and thighs twitched and her enormous breasts rocked on her chest. She mewled and giggled and whimpered, all at the same time, until her back gave out and she collapsed back, casting ripples across the pool of black satin. Heather's climaxes grew steadily smaller though Sam slithered up the bed to whisper more sweet encouragements in her ear. We worked together, dragging Heather, more and more slowly, from one orgasm to another. I lost track of how many times she came. Then I lost track of everything **\~\*\~Part 7\~\*\~** I woke up for the billionth time that night when Heather shifted in her sleep. My face was firmly planted in her smooth and now sticky goodies. Samantha was already awake and sitting up, sheet tugged up over her chest. She smiled as I stretched the crick in my neck. I sat up and stole a glance at the window. "Sun'll be up soon," she read my mind. She did it again when I tried to scan the room casually. "You left your robe in the bathroom. I put it on the back of the chair on your right." "Thanks, Sam." I stretched for it and pulled it on with as much haste as taste permitted. She winked and nodded towards Heather. "You did a number on her. She's sleeping even heavier than usual." She tapped Heather's nose and grinned when Heather didn't move a millimeter. "Loved into a coma," I chuckled, "not a bad way to go." I scooted up next to Sam and snagged the last unopened water bottle from the nightstand. "You're awake though, huh?" She shrugged. "Don't sleep much." I downplayed the parts of her story I knew. "Heather's told me a little. Still get nightmares, I guess?" "Yeah." She smirked. "But less and less. Can I ask you something personal? You don't have any bad dreams... I mean... you know... the Glenn thing?" "Not really. He pops in my head sometimes when I'm awake. Not so much when I'm sleeping." She nodded. "You're lucky." She nibbled her lip and looked at me. "Stace, mind if I lay my head down on you?" She tipped her cheek onto my shoulder. "Can't sleep for crap, but I am incredibly tired." "Be my guest." I slid my arm behind her and smoothed her hair then tugged her in tighter. "Cards on the table, Sam? You're like the cooler, sexier big sister I always wished for." She patted my thigh. "Thanks. I like you too, Red. Want the other half of this orange?" She peeled it and gave me half. We sat chewing for a long stretch in the quiet room, the only other sound Heather's deep, contented breathing. It could have been, should have been, awkward. But it wasn't. We shared an easy quiet and that said more than words might have. This thing Sam and I shared, whatever it was, I liked it too. When the windows started to lighten, I sighed. "I should get going. Bobbie will be up soon. Better if I'm there I think." Sam nodded. "Probably. Hey, I kind of wanted to show you something before you go though." "Girlie, I think I've seen your everything." "No," she chuckled. "I meant this." She rummaged under the sheet and her hand came up, closed into a fist. When she opened it, I had to swallow the swig of water I'd just taken or risk spewing it all over the bed. She was holding what was easily the largest diamond ring I'd ever seen. Samantha looked as sheepish as I'd ever seen her. "Three carats. I know, it's stupid-big. But it's real, I swear. I have the money and you and I both know Heather is worth every penny. I've had it for a couple of months now, was waiting until after your wedding. I think today's the day. I could take her down to the beach after breakfast and propose. Or does that sound dumb to you?" "It's not dumb. She'll love it." "You'll have to be the maid of honor, you know that right? Hers and mine." "Aw, honey, I'd be honored." "Good. I don't care what you wear. Heather won't either. Just please don't be prettier than me at my own wedding?" I thought she was kidding, but her bright greens held mine without blinking. She wasn't. I nudged her knee. "Impossible. But what about Hero?" "Best man. Duh. He's a horrible dancer but you guys can muddle through." "No, I mean where's he fitting in?" "Oh, that. Yeah, we talked. It's more symmetrical this way." A corner of her mouth hitched up, rueful. "Between you and me, I think he's looking forward to being our cicisbeo." My eyebrows merged. "What the hell is a chee-chees-bay-o?" "Google it. It's an Italian thing. It makes sense, I promise." Heather shifted on the other side of Sam. "Google what?" "Nothing," Sam and I both answered as the enormous ring disappeared beneath the sheet. Heather, rousing slowly, eyed us both with suspicion, then she smirked at Samantha. "You and your secrets. You better make good on your pancake promise, chickie, or there's going to be trouble." "Worked up an appetite last night, huh?" Sam needled, stroking her shoulder. Heather yawned cutely. "Now that you mention it, I am completely starving." Sam slid out from beneath the covers and scooted down to the foot of the bed, bare-assed and entirely comfortable with us watching. She plucked up her little black t-shirt and tugged it on before standing up. "Peachers, why don't you walk Stacey downstairs? I'll go wake up Hero and we'll get cleaned up for breakfast." Heather eased over to rest her head in my lap. "Good plan. Thanks Sammie. See you in a bit." "No sweat. And Red? I meant what I've said. All of it. Especially the grateful part, get me?" I nodded and she waved. "Good, I'm outtie. Give your boy a smooch for me." "Bye Sam." When she'd gone, Heather looked up at me through her tangled golden mop. "So, shower? I don't know if there's an etiquette on this sort of thing but I'm guessing it would be rude to give you back to my brother sticky and reeking of strange pussy." My mouthful of water launched across the bed. She rubbed my back while I sputtered, then I let her pull me into the adjoining bathroom where, inevitably, we made love again. I came twice with my back wedged into a corner of the soapstone stall, Heather's upturned face between my legs yet again, her tongue and fingers probing everywhere to eke out the last bit of pleasure my body could offer. She followed it with a very thorough soaping, rinsing and toweling. I was still weak-kneed beneath my robe as we rode the elevator back down to my hotel room. We looked like a matched set. She'd pulled on a hotel robe rather than bother dressing. If I wasn't so exhausted I'd have noticed that Heather was unusually quiet. I was surprised when she pulled the elevator's stop button and looked at me with her teeth sunk deep into her lower lip. "Berry, I need to come clean on something. Look, I didn't forget to tell you that Hero and Bobbie said that tonight was okay. I left that part out on purpose. I should have told you right from the beginning." She'd lost me. "Why not?" She twisted a finger into her hair, an old nervous habit that spoke volumes. "To be honest, some part of me was a little afraid you'd turn me down. If I'd showed up and laid it all out and you'd said no thanks, well, I wasn't ready for that kind of rejection." She saw me roll my eyes and followed up, "I'm being serious, Stace. Don't you see? I'm way more... fragile... with you. You know, you're the only person that's ever dumped me." There was nothing left to do but hug her and so I did, backing her up against the elevator wall. "And you know I've regretted that ever since." "Good. You should." She squeezed me tight, then reared her head back. "But, look, there's another reason I didn't tell you and it's not a good one. I think there's a part of me, Berry, a bad part, that wanted to know if I could lure you away from Bobbie. Steal you from my own brother. Make you break rules for me. I'm not proud of that part. It's there though. You need to know that." I watched her eyes fill up with shame."Bubble, sweetie, you're thinking about all of this way too hard as usual and you're not giving yourself nearly enough credit for what happened. Tonight was your idea right?" She wiped at her nose with her robe's sleeve. "Yeah. Well, mine and Sam's." "Remind me to thank her." She snorted and smiled. "You already did. When you pulled her into bed with us. Sam was just hoping she'd get to watch for a little bit. I'll be peeling her off the ceiling for the next week. You've got a new fan." "I'm glad. But back to you? From what I see, you cooked up this scheme and then you plucked up your courage and went to Hero and Bobbie and talked it over with them. What those conversations were like I can't imagine and I never want to know. So, Bubble, big picture? You did the right thing. It was all out in the open, honest, and with nothing but respect for the people around you. Girlie, I'm not sure how you do it, but you have some sort of crazy-ass gift for making impossible things fit together." She buried her face in my shoulder. "Like puzzle pieces?" she wondered into my neck. "That's what Sam says." "She's smart. Listen to her. Ready to go down now?" She nodded and I pushed the elevator's stop button. When it stopped and the doors opened, Heather tried to hand me her keycard to my room. I didn't give her the choice. "Uh uh, you're tucking me in." Down the hall, Heather opened my room's door and we slipped inside. Bobbie's back was to us and from the sound of it, he was still sleeping soundly. We tiptoed to the bed. Heather peeled back the covers on my side and I slid in. I also plucked up the note she'd left on the pillow. *Bobbie -- told you I wasn't chicken. You'll get her back when I'm done with her. Thx, sis* I rolled my eyes at her. "You two are unbelievable. Why oh why did I marry into this family?" "'Cause you're smart too," she shot back tartly. "Maybe. Either way, this was the best wedding present ever," I whispered. She grinned. "Your wedding present or my engagement present?" I tried to keep a straight face but failed miserably. "Wait, you know?" "Pffft, I know what Sam's going to do before she does. So, dish, what's the ring look like?" I shook my head. "No way I'm spoiling that surprise." She pinched me through the covers for not cooperating. "You know, this puts me right back to the same old problem. No money. What sort of engagement ring am I supposed to get Samantha with the fifty dollars in my checking account?" "Kidding me? Bring Hero with you to the jewelry store, dummy. It'll work itself out." "Isn't that cruel? Asking him for help buying an engagement ring for his girlfriend?" "Nope. He'll be glad to be included." I watched the gears in her head turn. "You may have a point there. The whole blushy innocence thing is disguise. You're way slyer than you look." "Seduced you back in the day, didn't I?" She leaned closer and pecked me on the lips. "I never had a chance." She smoothed the sheets. "Still, I outsmarted you on this one." "True." "Oooh, more than you think. Stace, this thing we did tonight? We'll be doing this again next year. And the year after that. And the year after that. For as long as you and Bobbie say it's okay." The room spun for the hundredth time that night. "Seriously?" "Mmmhmm, it's our standing anniversary present. Hero and Sam have me for three hundred and sixty-four nights. They don't mind sparing one for you." "Who gets leap year?" Her head cocked again. "Wow, I am slipping. I didn't think of that either. Maybe you'll get every fourth leap day. In the meantime, take good care of my brother." I watched her stand and moved towards the door. "'Night Bubblegum." "'Night Berry." She paused for a last look. "I never stopped loving you, Stace. You get that right, honey?" "I do now. I do now." My high school sweetheart slipped away and the door shut behind her with a soft click. *Never stopped loving you.* Heather's words echoed in my ears as I rolled over and curled into Bobbie's big back. I pressed the side of my face between his muscled shoulders. I had married into the most perverted, most romantic, and most amazing family ever. "You're a grade-A stinker, Bobbie Miller. You can wake up now," I said into skin. His snoring continued, regular and even. He really was asleep. What was it with the Miller's and their deep snoozing? I debated before decided to get some rest myself before molesting him thoroughly. Afterwards, there'd have to be a ton of talking. For one thing, I'd just learned my new hubbie was a little too good at keeping secrets, even nice ones. I rolled onto my back to stare up at the ceiling. How many second chances does one girl deserve? If she gets two second chances, does that make the last one a third chance or a second, second chance? I'd give myself a headache trying to figure it out on basically zero sleep. Either way, I'd gotten those chances and I was thankful to whatever karma sent them my way. "I love you, Bubblegum," I whispered to the dark. I touched Bobbie's back. "You too, loverboy." When sleep, real sleep, finally came, I wasn't running anymore. There was nothing to run from. Or to. I was right where I was meant to be. I've been, will always be, a Miller girl. **\~\*\~\*Epilogue\*\~\*\~** I'm usually not one for things, by which I mean stuff, but that didn't stop me from jumping around the room like a ferret on smack the following morning when I found the package Sam and Heather must have snuck into our room at some point. On the coffee table, inside a perfect white box with a perfect white ribbon were two things. The first was a green vintage-style t-shirt with obnoxious pink lettering that read *Heather's Panties Club*. Sam and I wear them to Miller family barbecues with straight faces. It's our private joke. The second thing in the box was far more serious—a dress. A perfect dress. A sister to the ones Heather and Samantha were wearing the night before. When I lifted it from the box, it unfolded itself in my hands. It was an obscene scarlet red, bolder than anything I'd ever seen, and embroidered with a pale yellow rising sun spread across its shoulders, just like Heather's. As Bobbie sipped his morning coffee, I shrieked and giggled and bounced around the hotel room, rubbing my cheek against its fabric, marveling at its smooth silk and the way it warmed to my touch. The dress is the most beautiful thing ever. It's fitted just for me, gorgeous and so well made it's going to last forever—like the complex and yet simple thing I share with the unlikely women who gave it to me. So my dress hangs in my closet, and though I touch it nearly every day, I save wearing it for one wonderful night, each and every year. My wedding anniversary plus two. A very special two. **\*\~\*\~The End\~\*\~\*** *And now we all know what happened to Berry. Go forth with glad hearts. For the folks who asked for this story, you know who you are, I want to thank you for getting attached to Berry and for being patient. Cheers to all, \-PF*

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“Are you sure about this?” “Don’t worry, I’ve played this like, a million times before. We’re fine!” Reassuring words spoken in a not-so-reassuring manner as Sandra reluctantly put on the VR goggles she was shipped and sat on the rickety, poorly-assembled chair that came in the same box. Out of every possible solution to her and her boyfriend’s long-term relationship issues, a full-immersion VR suite had not been anywhere near the top of her list. Then again, Mat’s penchant for new tech and his immense, near-bottomless nerdiness had been a couple of the reasons why she was so attracted to him in the first place, so even as she was shaking her head and complaining about it, the lynx couldn’t help but smile at the idea that her partner had actually managed to assemble two fully-functional systems on such a short notice. Two weeks of “barely any sleep and my own weight in caffeine”, as he said it. The system itself was surprisingly difficult to set up, given how much the chair itself looked like some kind of futuristic IKEA abomination; the full suit, tailor-made and covered in what she assumed were wholly unnecessary neon lines, needed her to perform low-level contortionism just to be able to fit into it. The lynx had half a mind to just rub up against the wall to get the zipper up, but finally managed to get it all the way up to the top of her neck, catching far too many tufts of fur in the process and needing to stop several times to disentangle them. Once she was finished, however, she had to admit she quite liked what she saw; if not for the fact that it would probably ruin the electronics woven into it, she’d be saving the suit for when the two of them got back together in person. It highlighted her curves (the few ones she had, at least) to an absurd degree, hugging her form and leaving no room for the imagination, especially given how cold the room was. Sandra couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like if there were sliders for real life when she booted up the program and saw the character creation screen; it’d be one hell of a treat to watch that suit fill out in real time. “Millions of times before, huh?” she teased, gingerly climbing onto the chair. “Hey, we’ve only been together for two years, hun,” the other lynx replied defensively from over the chat line, “I have needs!” “And you chose to meet them in a VR game, because of course you did, you ​nerd~ ​ !” Mat whimpered, the kind of sound she had learned was usually accompanied by a bright red blush spreading over his cheeks as the guy’s tail curled around one leg in embarrassment. She was chuckling to herself just at the mental image, sure that, even a thousand miles away and safely tucked in the safety of his bedroom, her boyfriend was nonetheless still squirming at that very moment. “J-just make a character, come on…” “I know, I know, I’ll be right there.” There were a great many options to pick from, with a list of literally hundreds of pre-made models of every shape and size. Given the reason why she was even doing this, Sandra wasn’t necessarily looking at their faces or species as much as their bodies; some of them were similar to hers, but most of the models available ranged anywhere from “above average” to “how do you fit through doors?” on the size scale. It was a wild ride, and one that didn’t exactly endear her to the program her partner had chosen; it was evident, then more than ever, what kind of body type he preferred. The fact that she didn’t share it was a constant, painful reminder of the one thing she couldn’t give him. There was, though, a silver lining to it all: as she scrolled through the list, a single option remained pinned to the top: a periodically-glowing rectangle with the words “IMPORT SUIT” inside of it. Guessing that it did exactly what it said on the tin, Sandra fastened the helmet on tight, smoothed out whatever parts of her suit weren’t already hugging her fur, and hit the button… only for nothing to happen. There was a loading bar, sure, but she had expected the neon lines to flare up into an RGB lightmare, or for the whole thing to suddenly start vibrating, or a whole bunch of other unsavoury things that made ​her​ blush at the thought. But no, just a slowly-filling progress bar that eventually nearly crashed the whole system when it started popping out errors about stack overflows and permissions overrides; a consequence of Mat fiddling around with custom rigs, she assumed. In the end, five minutes later, she got what she wanted: the lynx was quite impressed with how faithfully the program had recreated her body, all the way down to the irregular spots of darker fur on her face and the embarrassingly lopsided mane she had forgotten to trim down for the past couple of weeks (a quick edit would fix that right up). Rotating the model around a few times and confirming that all the important bits were where they were supposed to be, it was then time to choose what she’d be wearing in that virtual experience. Absolutely nothing. There, that was easy. Not like they’d be sharing a public room with anyone, after all, no need to be modest about it. “Alright, I’m done,” she spoke up, trying to find her way back to the main menu, “what’s the room name again?” “Just join with the friends list, it should let you do it.” “I’m not seeing a friends list.” “Shift tab, honey…” There was a moment of silence where the tone in which the last comment had been made sunk in. “Don’t you sass me, Matty!” Immediately, the lynx on the other end burst out laughing in that nasally way only he could, a sound that irritated everyone who ever heard it and yet left her constantly wanting more of it; it was rare to get a good laugh out of him, and it was always a good sign when that happened. Through the initial bumbling, Sandra managed to find the friend list and then locate her special other on it, connecting directly and then being placed on the longest loading screen she remembered seeing. The feline had half a mind to ask the other one if the game had broken just before it finally loaded in, textures popping everywhere as the game world came into existence one parcel at a time, the computer tower at her side kicking into gear as it struggled to render everything without burning itself to death. Not well-optimized, she thought to herself; it’s not like the game was all that graphics intensive. Mat had chosen a typical living room for their liaison, but what looked like a generic, pre-built asset turned into something a whole lot more on closer inspection: the conspicuously old TV, the single couch surrounded by beanbags, even the posters on the wall, it was all a recreation of Mat’s own living room apartment back home! Her heart melted as she took in the rest of the details, happy beyond words that he had spent so long remaking the whole place just for her. So much so that when his avatar, conveniently also lacking any sort of clothing, appeared around the corner, she gave him no time to react before pouncing on him, the two collapsing onto the floor and giving Sandra the first taste of what the full immersion suite could do. Not only did she experience the fall somehow, her knees and hands impacting against the phantom floor even as she sat comfortably on her chair, but when the two of them connected she could feel the familiar warmth and comfort of hugging the furball that was her boyfriend, his coating as thick as it had always been when she nuzzled her muzzle into his neck and rubbed her body all over his. Sandra had no clue how in hell Mat had managed to bang up a suit that could let her feel his body like that in only two weeks, but as she lost herself in a sea of warm fluff, she wasn’t about to complain. God, she’d missed that. “Missed you too~” he murred, the soft sounds of purring filling the room as the two allowed themselves to just bask in one another’s presence. They remained there for what felt like an hour, just snuggling away on what should have been a cold floor, before he spoke up again, “wanna try out the rest?” “Oh, do I~” Sandra purred back, dragging her lover up with her and onto the couch, practically throwing him onto it before looking down at his groin and… well, that was a disappointment, “Uh, hun? I think you forgot something.” Mat looked down at himself, jumping in place once the featureless crotch became fully apparent to the both of them, before excusing himself and vanishing from the room, off to fix the obvious issue. It gave Sandra just enough time to convince herself to try something that had been nagging at the back of her head for a bit. After all, if the suit was so good at recreating tactile sensation, then surely if she traced her torso’s fur with her fingers as they went lower and lower down her frame, settling between her legs and gently reaching for her most private parts, then the suit would be able to let her experience ​that​ aspect of her as well. The slight jolt of electricity going up her spine and directly into the pleasure center of her brain told her everything she needed to know about how faithfully that system was going to recreate the two of them going at it like a pair of rabid bunnies out of their minds on aphrodisiacs. All she could do was wish it could withstand some leaking; Sandra sincerely hoped that Mat considered that when he was designing the twin pieces. A couple of minutes later, her boyfriend’s avatar reappeared in the same spot he had vacated, and boy oh boy was the difference immediately clear. “You know, I deliberately imported myself as a treat for you, you slut,” she joked, straddling his lap and trying to avoid that monster of a cock he’d given himself, “I thought you’d be doing the same~” “Sh-shut up,” the other lynx replied, sounding far too bashful for someone sporting a rod that easily went down to his knees already, “this ​is​ the treat.” “What, you finally gonna make good on that promise to split me in half and fill me ‘till I burst?” she continued to tease, grinding her hips against his lap and her torso against his, the purring getting louder by the second. Mat didn’t respond, his face a weird mix of regret and embarrassment; Sandra was quite certain that the only reason she was currently sitting on a rod she’d never be able to take in real life was because, much as she was self-conscious about ​her​ size, so too was her partner’s about his. Neither had been particularly blessed in that department, and this presented a perfect opportunity to work around it. “You want me to go change myself as well, honey?” she offered, raising a hand to bring up the menu before having it grabbed by the cat underneath her. “No, no! You’re perfect just the way you are!” he hurried to answer, sounding entirely sincere while doing so, “B-besides, I’ve… I-I’ve got a surprise for that, don’t w-worry~” Sandra’s eyes rolled when she imagined exactly what that surprise may be. “What, are you going to steal my sliders?” she sighed, recalling a particularly awkward conversation about that one very specific kink that they’d had some months prior. “No. Better than that!” Her fluff-tipped ears perked up at that reply, the lynx’s mind working in overdrive to try and figure out just what exactly that shy ball of fur had in store for her. Plenty of ideas swam around, each as ridiculous as the last, but none of them managed to resist feeling that gigantic member start to rub against the inside of both her legs, the suit doing a brilliant job of simulating just what having a cock that large rubbing against her nethers would feel like. Having to bite her lip just to keep from reacting too loudly, and putting extra effort into rolling her hips to satisfy him as much as he was doing it to her, the two fell into a mutual silence as the foreplay carried on, Mat sinking his fingers into his lover’s soft rear, and her grinding away at an increasingly-slick pillar of cockmeat that was now threatening to push her forward as it rose to its full size. It was ​incredibly​ large, enough that she wondered how exactly the suit was going to replicate it being shoved into her; there was going to be one hell of a bulge in her avatar, of that she was certain, and the final release was going to leave her several sizes fatter judging from how big and full those balls looked. But she knew better than to just take the length like that; as much as Mat would love to immediately leap into action, Sandra knew that, given enough time and dedication, she could turn him into a mewling mess, moaning and begging to be allowed to cum before even getting a proper taste of her body. Much as he might like to put up a brave front, all it took was a pair of tits in his face and two hips smushing his manhood between them to turn the tiger into a kitten, and judging from the throaty noises coming out of him, he was about halfway there already. Of course, being in a VR simulation as they were, Sandra’s mind raced with ideas on how to maximize their enjoyment. First of which being something that the both of them had wanted to try for quite some time, but had never managed to due to the long-distance arrangement. Calling up the menu and sifting through the search options, she materialized a large metal ring on her palm, not giving Mat the chance to react before she turned around and clicked it into place right above his base; a press of a button later, and the cockring was fully deployed, tightening against the rod’s girth and making the male lynx’s back arch as he struggled with the sudden increase in pressure. Suddenly left without anywhere to go, all that pre that had been dripping down Sandra’s back was now forced to back up along the rest of his load, and judging from that gurgling she was hearing, she had ample reason to lick her lips at the thought of what was going to happen. “So, are you a grower or a shower, hun~?” she asked, lightly tapping one of his orbs with a paw, marvelling at how swollen they already were. “Hnnnf… y-you know what the a-a-a-nswer to that is…” he groaned back, gritting his teeth as he desperately tried to hold on, “p-please… t-take it off?” “Take it off? Really?” she asked of him, putting on a fake air of indignation, “Here I was thinking you wanted it~” Poor, poor Mat. She could see it in his eyes: he ​wanted​ to answer, ​wanted​ to play the part of the subby little brat who slowly broke down under his lover’s attentive, dominating touch. But he was already so far gone, so deep in the mire of his own indulgence, that he couldn’t even manage that. He just looked up at her, eyes begging for release even if his tongue wasn’t, and Sandra knew she had him exactly where she wanted him. The grinding continued, picking up in pace and intensity as the fingers sinking into her ass grew tighter and stronger in equal measure, Mat struggling to keep himself even remotely composed as his body squirmed and shook with each motion of his lover’s hips, his tongue lolling out as he tried and fail to ask for the cockring to come off, each time only managing a pathetic little whimper or moan before falling silent again. Sandra, for her part, wanted nothing more than to carry on with the teasing for hours on end, but judging from how that cock seemed to ​still​ be growing in length and girth as she kept on playing with it, the lynx figured it’d be best to take it before it got ​too​ big even for her virtual body. She leaned down and gave her boyfriend a lick on the forehead, followed by a quick smooch on the muzzle, an agreed-upon sign that his torment was about to be over and she was going to get serious about it. With her feet firmly planted on the couch, Sandra raised herself above her lover, giving him a perfect view of her wet, needy slit as she tried to position that massive member such that she could actually ​try​ to push it into her body. It was far harder than she anticipated, pun intended, considering that the lynx practically had to climb on top of it just to reach the tip, but after much wiggling, and plenty of moaning on her part as well, she managed to split her lips apart just enough that the trembling, pulsating, barbed cock found its rightful place; inch by inch, screaming in pleasure and losing her mind at the feeling of it, she took that beast into herself, her real body threatening to tear the immersion suite chair apart with how much it was moving around, the cat both unable and unwilling to contain herself when she saw her belly turn from being perfectly smooth to having an immense, cock-shaped bulge poking out from it. The damn thing was as tall as her torso was, and by the time she took all of it, leaving only the cockring out, she ​immediately​ proceeded to lean forward, hugging both it and its owner, rubbing her entire body against the turgid shaft, even if it was covered by her own stretched-out insides. It was, in an odd way, a dream come true. Not that she’d ever admit it, but seeing her body turned into a cocksleeve like that was something the lynx had always wanted to experience, even if she knew it to be impossible. In between panting for breath and smothering her boyfriend in both his own cock and her kisses, she found herself thanking him for giving the both of them such an opportunity. An opportunity that she was going to quite literally milk for all that it was worth. The feeling was indescribable, in that she had no words that could possibly make justice to how stuffed she was feeling. By all means, it should have felt uncomfortable, painful even, but as that suit worked itself into overdrive to try and mimic what she should be experiencing, all that Sandra could feel was every sensory neuron in her body flaring up with what was, undeniably, pleasure. So much so that she managed to miss that the bulge forming on her avatar wasn’t alone; unbeknownst to the lynx, her real body had begun to deform in a similar manner, the stretchy suit being forced to make room as her belly, despite being completely empty of any intrusions, bulged out to mimic her virtual self. And yet, despite how much “give” she seemed to have, every inch felt an inch too far; the pressure was immense, almost like her entire body was about to rupture at any given moment if pushed even the slightest bit forward. And yet, the more she thought that, the more that cock continued to grow, stuffing her even further and bringing the lynx that much closer to literally breaking. But she never did; just more bulge, forever and always. Not content with simply sitting there and feeling her center of gravity shift to something that wasn’t even hers to begin with, Sandra got busy working the rod inside of her, using her feet to lift herself up, and then allowing gravity to pull her back down; with the sheer size of that cock, it was impossible to do anything else, and with so much skin and fur around that bulge, it turned into an all-out full-body rubdown for the both of them every time she completed a cycle. Down below, the cockring and Sandra’s ministrations had begun to take their toll on Mat’s body, with his balls, already as large as they had been before, growing out as they continued to produce without any form of release. The lynx wondered if her boyfriend had already experienced some form of climax; it was difficult to tell with the amount of moaning coming out of him, not to mention how loud it was. She had certainly never heard him make those sounds before, enough to nearly clip the mic several times, but she knew she wanted ​more​ of it, and she wanted it yesterday. Harder and faster she’d lift and then re-impale herself on that growing shaft; every time the bulge grew and her body needed to make way for even more cock. Every time she felt like that was it, that was the last one before it all ended; but despite the overwhelming sensation of fullness, it never quite managed to take that extra step. She continued to stretch out as well, even as that member grew to be as tall as she was and the bulge managed to rise above her head. It was at that point that she wanted to dismount; figuring that the final load would probably bury her boyfriend in an avalanche of cumstuffed belly, and not really wanting to see what would happen when the suit had to simulate them being smothered by something like that, Sandra attempted to move off the couch in order to turn around and give her boyfriend his prize: letting him rut her into the carpet until she filled the room and broke the walls. But, when trying to do so, she didn’t find the solid ground underneath, or even the fuzzy carpet. No, what met her paws was something far more rumbling and malleable, something that caused enough of a growth spurt on that gigantic shaft that even the adaptable cockring audibly groaned as it readjusted its size. Turning her neck around to look down, Sandra’s eyes went wide and her mouth flew open when she saw just how ​enormous​ her boyfriend’s plugged balls had become: they already started out being large enough to squish against the male’s knees, but now they had grown so large from both the stimulation and the cockring keeping their contents safely packed inside that Mat was forced to keep both legs above them, lest they be locked into a permanent split from how much those orbs would pull them apart! They were each easily the size of one of the beanbags lying around the room, and growing so quickly that she could see them gain inches with each heartbeat; soon enough, ​they’d​ be the one filling the room, not her. Or, well, the orbs… ​then​ her. Just the mere thought of being filled by those things was enough to get her to redouble her efforts on that pole she impaled herself on, working the shaft to the point where the chair she was sitting on in reality began to buckle under the strain. As she was hugging that bulge in the virtual room, she failed to realize she was doing the exact same thing in reality, filled with a phantom girth that thrust into her as easily as she moved on her lover’s virtual rod. It was insanity, but it was ​their​ insanity, and the lynx intended to keep it going for as long as possible. Hurrying to plant one final kiss on Mat’s lips before the barrier between them grew too thick to let them interact directly, she got one final whisper in, one final command for the poor guy now trapped underneath the combined weight of his package and an overwhelmingly lustful girlfriend. “Not yet~” With those two words, Sandra turned her full attention to the two cumtanks burgeoning underneath her. They were stuffed to bursting, that much was obvious; though she could still sink her paws in somewhat, they were so full that pushing them in more than an inch was impossible, and even that required putting her full weight on top of them. Not just that, but they were incredibly sensitive as well; merely brushing against them was enough to get her lover to inhale sharply, and the less said about the sounds coming out of him when she sunk her claws into those nuts the better. And if that weren’t enough, it seemed like whatever piece of coding let them grow that big also made them reactive, in a way; the more Sandra worked them, the faster they seemed to grow, every rub and kneading adding inches at a quicker and quicker pace, as if they knew what was happening and were eager to reply in kind. Churning and sloshing with the incalculable amounts of cum just waiting to fill her up, it wouldn’t be long until she couldn’t even make the slightest of dents in their surface; the two orbs were so unbelievably full, their contents pressurized to such an insane degree, then even when she tried standing up on them they acted like a solid surface, as hard as the ground was. This was perfect. Just what she wanted. In front of the lynx, the cock that had once hung just below the knees was now wider than she was, and tall enough that the tip was touching the ceiling. In the real world, her body was completely buried by it, the ghost weight of the non-existent shaft having long-since broken the chair into two halves and left her writhing underneath its still-growing mass. Soon enough, her bedroom was being rearranged by this gigantic member, kept miraculously dry thanks to the ring at its base, warped and bent beyond all recognition and yet still holding on. Her own nethers provided ample enough lubrication; both of them were coated in her fluids from what seemed like a dozen rapid-fire orgasms all happening at once every few seconds. Whatever this was doing to her body, it had completely frazzled her perception of what pleasure even was, and left behind nothing but an unending hunger for ​more​. Not more of anything in particular; just ​more​. “S-Sandra, please!” Mat shouted from behind the pillar of meat he was buried under, just as his balls smashed against the opposite wall and it began cracking under the pressure, “I’m g-g-gonna burst! P-Please!” “N-No!” she stammered back, “Not yet! Bigger, I n-need bigger~!” “H-Hun, please, ​hnnngf,​ th-the room!” “Just re-host it, f-ffuuuuuck~!” Whatever Mat said afterwards was drowned out by the wall finally giving in, the weight of the hyper-pressurized cumtanks overpowering whatever structural stability it might’ve had as they spilled over into the next room, showering it in debris and rubble. If Sandra were to look back, they’d probably be genuinely surprised that Mat bothered to completely model his kitchen, probably in preparation for them to return to that place in the future. For now, though, it served as little more than a bit of extra space for him to grow into, even as he tried (and failed) to get the manic succubus on top of him to remove the shackles keeping him that big. He said something about unforeseen consequences and overrides going wrong, a bunch of words that, to her, were completely meaningless; all she wanted now was ​more.​ Not quite sure how exactly she did it, Sandra somehow managed to fiddle around the various controls available to her in her HUD until she stumbled onto the character editor that managed how every model worked. Though the program supposedly stopped anyone from interfering with anyone else, that certainly didn’t pose any obstacle to the lust-crazed lynx deciding to take things up precisely two notches as she erased a 2 and turned it into a 4 before hitting “Apply”. Almost immediately, and with the entire virtual room rumbling so loudly that both felines were almost deafened, those two colossal orbs were lifted into the air, something pushing them up from below; it slowly became apparent that the perpetrators were another pair of similarly-stuffed cumtanks, rapidly growing to match the size of the original two and turning the already-cramped space into an industrial-grade compressor, with Sandra being flattened against the wall… or, well, against the cock that was flattened against the wall. Fortunately for her, it seemed like the change to her boyfriend’s nuts had automatically produced another modification elsewhere; her eyes practically glowing with glee at the sight, the dick-shaped bulge that was most of her body began to widen as a second, equally-sized member emerged from the original one, copying itself in a weirdly-misplaced mitosis before finally breaking free and becoming its own, freestanding pillar of veiny, room-sized cockmeat. Unf​ ortunately for Sandra, the cockring hadn’t really been graded for ​two​ rods of that size, and as soon as they were done splitting from one another, so too did that metallic contraption split in twain, shattering nearly as loudly as both of them screaming in unison, loudly enough that for a singular moment, they both thought ​that​ was what caused the ceiling to break, and not all four orbs undergoing one final growth spurt so massive as to make their previous size look like a joke. As for Sandra, she got exactly what she wanted and so much more; the first instant of that payload being delivered already dwarfed anything she had ever hoped to experience in her wildest fantasies, and it wasn’t until the next microsecond that her brain did the math for her and came to a realization that would never reach the lynx’s conscious mind: all four of those house-sized nuts were dense enough that the calculations required to keep up with them were close to melting the poor processor that had to figure them out. ​She​ didn’t have the luxury of condensing so much mass into a volume far too small to contain it, and was about to test the limits of what the simulation could do. If the first member had pushed her to the limit in terms of how stuffed she felt, the second one had more or less completely shattered any ability she might’ve once had of gauging how much she could take, right before the deluge of cum came by and proceeded to make both bulges look like barely more than a bump in comparison. And yet, her body never yielded more than it had to, constantly fighting back to return to where it had been before, even as it was stretched out beyond what was remotely physically possible; it was as if it was constantly attempting to reassert normality, refusing to give anything, and yet being forced to with each twitch of those twin members. Sandra was bursting, every single moment of her existence; she felt herself explode over and over, even if her body didn’t actually go through with it, the four cumtanks pressure-hosing her insides to the point where the lynx swore she was audibly creaking under the strain of keeping that volume contained. Amazingly, none of it spilled onto the outside, presumably due to some weird programming quirk, leaving every last drop to fill her up until her belly had overtaken the room, then the house, then invaded the realm of nothing that surrounded it. Back in reality, the suit was holding on admirably as it faithfully recreated the effects of the filling on Sandra’s real body, until she too was bursting out of her room and invading the rest of the apartment block, her cumgut bloating to the point where it was honestly a miracle that her computer setup hadn’t just cracked under the pressure; the monitor certainly did, though the tower steadfastly refused to give in, even as it was rapidly approaching temperatures that would leave permanent scorch marks on the patch of fur it was smushed against. Not that Sandra cared, of course; she was too busy being smothered in her own cumstuffed belly to give much of a damn, even as the suit began to reach its own incredibly-high limits. A warning blared in bright red letters on her HUD, flashing multiple times before the lynx actually managed to notice that it existed: WARNING: MAXIMUM CAPACITY REACHED Nonsense, she still had plenty of room to go, and those balls were barely halfway done. They dismissed the warning, only for it to pop up again, and again, until eventually she simply gave up and let it stay there, a permanent reminder of her partner’s dedication and hard work. WARNING: MAXIMUM CAPACITY EXCEEDED. STRUCTURAL STABILITY COLLAPSING What this meant, she had no idea, only that from Mat’s own confused grunts, he was probably seeing something similar. It was, perhaps, quite fortunate that those suits did have a size cap, lest Sandra actually manage to reach the size her avatar was working towards; as more and more of the game world vanished underneath her, the real world Sandra had mercifully only grown large enough to have completely destroyed the apartment she’d been living in, as well as a few others around it, before the immersion suit ruptured and stopped synching up with what was happening in the game. And when the virtual lynx grew too big for even their admirably powerful computers to deal with, shutting down the simulation and booting the both of them back out into reality, every one of her neighbours got to hear her screaming in shock after bearing witness to what her body had become. Completely separate from Mat, and suddenly left alone underneath that incomprehensibly massive belly she was sporting, her first instinct was to try and sink her fingers into it in a desperate attempt to prove to herself that it wasn’t actually real. But not only did she find a very real mass, she found it to be as tightly-packed as her partner’s nuts had been; try as she might, whatever force was keeping that thing stuffed to that degree was exerting so much pressure on her skin that even punching it didn’t make it give in. The lynx could feel the building all around her, pressing down on all sides; she’d managed to knock out enough of the support frame that the only thing keeping it from collapsing in on herself… was herself. Without the sensorial feedback of the fuck of a lifetime to keep it away from her, the discomfort generated by something that big and stuffed began to settle in. Absent any kind of sexual stimulation, something that full made her develop a sudden appreciation for turkey dinners; every moment was one she was convinced she’d tear open, whatever contents happened to be inside of her spilling over and covering everything in a sticky, thick layer of white. She could only imagine what Mat must have been feeling at that point… … Mat! Suddenly forgetting about what happened to her, Sandra rushed to return to the simulation. Amazingly, the computer was still on (somehow), allowing her to use the goggles she still sported to open up the main menu and try to connect to the same server. After picking her original scan, somewhat disappointed that it didn’t immediately send her back to normal, she found Mat, also with his original model, waiting nervously for her in a reconstructed living room. “Mind explaining?!” she yelled out, “I’ve destroyed my house!” “I tried warning you, but you wouldn’t listen!” he fired back, shaking from head to toe, “How’s the suit?” “Probably ruined, I saw bits of it ripped open.” “Oh no, that’s not good… mine survived, but it’s gonna take a while before I’m back to where I was. You though…” “Me ​what,​ Matthew?” she demanded, stepping over to him and shoving him onto the couch again, “I’m the size of a building and I feel like I’m going to explode if anything prickly touches me. Me. ​What​. Matthew?” The male lynx looked up at her with a look that betrayed how much he was enjoying the thought of what was about to come next. He fiddled around with his own HUD for a bit, before sending her an in-game message with instructions on how to unlock a hidden section of that simulation’s options. A single confirmation prompt, reading simply: ​DIGEST​. “You’ve always wanted better curves,” he murred, “I’m thinking now’s the time~”

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Title: Truths Come Out (Ep. 3) by Tar Tags: Anal, Canine, Fox, M/M, Oral, Rape, Unicorn, Violence The Elite: Truths Come Out (Episode 3) by Tar (PeterJL) \*\*\* Authors Notes: \*\* This is the third episode in a series of furry/yiffy stories called The Elite. You can read the stories as you would watch a television show: any episode is viewable be many references and incidents that would be better if you read them in order. My stories are not just yiffy; they will include the story of furry military elites. Don't worry, many incidents of sex will occur as a major theme and I will use this theme to progress the overall story, and not just for pleasure scenes. The stories might end up being long. I don't like reading long this off of a screen, so I will try to get PDF, printable version available. The first few (or maybe just the first one) will be slow, as I get into character development as in the beginning of a book, or the pilot of a show. \*Caution\* The overall story will include incidences like nonyiffy, yiffy, violence, male/female sex, male/male sex, female/female sex, rape, strong language, and other adult/graphic incidences. \*Enjoy\* \*\*\* "Malign, we need better weapons. More powerful weapons," Bill pled his case. The unicorn stood in front of the buff lizard, who was the weapons expert of the Elite Forces and Operations team 207. Bill was the captain and he felt that the failure of their first mission was all his fault. Their weapons were insufficient for the mission, and the team was inexperienced, but he still felt responsible. "At this time, we cannot get those weapons. That's why we were stuck with the last ones. Once we can get the assault blasters, I''ll get them," Malin explained. Malin was a lizard with shades of green scales. He wore his uniform of black, skin-tight pants and a skin tight olive vest. He had two yellow horns protruding from the back of his skull, adding to his glowering look. Bill stood up, "That isn't good enough!" "It's as good as we can get!" Bill was muscular with white fur and black speckles. He wore his uniform, also. The unicorn bore a long, light blue horn on the top of his head. "I think you should leave before you do something you'll regret," Malin said, standing up. Bill stood up and left the room in a huff. Greg, the bright red fox commander, was waiting for Bill outside. He was in casual wear. "What did he say?" Greg asked. Greg was considerably shorter than Bill, almost three feet shorter. Bill responded by slamming the door as hard as he could. "That good huh?" "Let's go," Bill said as walked down the hall towards his room. "I need to let out some energy." Greg smiled and followed the unicorn down the hall. Bill opened up the door, looked to make sure no one was looking, then they both went in. Both quickly undressed, already excited for what they know will come. They both stood in the room, staring at each other nude and in full erection. Bill's cock was huge; going up to the bottom of his chest. Bill caught Greg staring fondly at it, as he stared at Greg's. Bill couldn't anally fuck Greg, since he was too small and the unicorn didn't want to risk hurting the fox. "Let's get it on," Greg said. "You've had a hard day, so I'll go first." "How 'bout the combo?" Bill suggested. He laid down on the bed, spreading his legs apart for Greg. Greg smiled and jumped into the unicorn. Precum was accumulating around the unicorn's blunt cock. The fox licked it off, with appreciating noises by the unicorn. The fox went into the unicorn's backdoor, pumping as hard as he could. He huge himself around the huge, swelling cock, forcing it in his mouth. He massaged it with his tongue as he pumped with his hips. Bill let out some horse whins, not able to keep his emotions in any longer. This is what he needed after a day like this. The unicorn's anus flared with pleasure. He moved his legs up and down at the enjoyment. The fox let go to breath, using this time to get better leverage and pumped harder. Bill moaned with excitement as the fox pumped even harder, cumming into the unicorn's intestines. He felt the warm liquid, enjoying the seed in him. The fox went back to working the gigantic cock: licking it, fondling it, sucking it. He sat at the base of the unicorn's lower spear, placing pressure on his balls. Reaching his head around, he continued sucking at the blunt cock. Bill moaned again as he felt it coming. "Oh, Greg," he said as he let it go, startling the fox at first. The fox swallowed the juice that was in his mouth, but the unicorn kept cumming. Greg's head and chest was dripping with sperm as Bill's abs, chest, and anus was covered. The fox began licking the sperm off of Bill, swallowing the sweet salty liquid. It tickled Bill a little, but he loved the attention. Once the fox was done with the unicorn, he licked the cum off of himself. Once he was all done, he laid down in bed with Bill.The unicorn hugged the cute little fox. "We need to get a threesome with that canine," Bill suggested. "Why? And besides, he's straight." "He's larger, and I wouldn't be afraid to hurt him. You like cum, so you can get his dick." "Well, talk to him. I'm in as long as I don't have to talk to him." "Then again, he's straight," Bill rubbed his chin in thought. \*\*\* Bill, Greg, Jake and Malin were suiting up and getting ready to go on their trip. The group was head to a Tartarian colony planet in order to get weapons. They had received notice of cheap, quality weaponry. Bill was eager to get to the planet for two reasons; but only one of those reasons involved weapons. They finished suiting up and headed to the pod. The space pods allowed them to travel many distances through space, or just a planets atmosphere, in a couple of minutes or seconds. Bill strapped himself into the bucket seat for the ride. Greg was to his left and Malin and Jake were on the other side of the pod. It's amazing how small the pod was, but it still was overly efficient. They blasted of and in a smooth minute, they landed. Bill had no idea how the pod went so fast, but he also didn't know how he can stand straight on his unicorn legs. One just has to take things as they go. "We can't land in he city unless it's an emergency," Malin said. "So, we have to go a couple miles through a wooded area before we hit the outskirts. It's just another mile after that. I'll lead, try yo keep up." And with that, they left. Bill immediately fell behind the pack along with Greg; Jake as between them and the leading Malin. "I've got an idea," Greg said. "Just follow my lead." Greg ran up to Jake and began talking to him. Bill couldn't tell what they were saying, but figured it out once Greg pointed over to him. Bill immediately found a rock to sit on. Jake came trotting over to Bill, "You wanted to talk to me?" "Yeah, it's kinda personal, so let Malin get a little was ahead." Bill could tell Jake was getting suspicious, so he took his chances. "Never mind, just sit down so we can talk." The dog complied. The unicorn felt his member harden, hurting under his tight clothing. He quickly pulled off his skin-tight pant sand pulled the canine on his lap in the same move. He forced his legs over he legs of his victim, immobilizing him. The unicorn the grabbed the canines hands behind his back and placed the other hand around his mouth. He forced the dog down, penetrating him with the unicorns massive cock. It must have hurt the dog plenty, since a canine's anus is a lot smaller than a unicorn's cock. The pressure was invigorating for the unicorn. He continued moving the canine up and down, massaging his own erect penis. It felt so good for him, but he noticed the canine's eyes were pouring out tears, and he didn't have an erection; but that could be solved. Greg came over with the solution. It was a tonic that produced massive erections with just on drop. The fox walked straight to the dog, and, without hesitating, poured a small amount into the canine's sheath. The dog let out a scream as he became overly erect within a second. Precum spouted out and hit the fox on the chin. "Me like," he said as he licked it off. Then the fox dove forward, getting the whole cock in his mouth, sucking on it; enjoying it. The unicorn felt ecstacy come, but before it did, the victim jerked his foot out. To Bill's amazement, the dog struck Greg's blaster, firing it into the poor fox's cock. Bill through the bad dog off of him just as he reached orgasm. Greg was screaming as he pulled off his pants. The unicorn's heart skipped a beat as the fox's cock, blood, and flesh fell to the ground. Jake was limping away to Malin, but the unicorn didn't care at that moment, he had to save his lover's life. \*\*\* To be continued \*Do not alter \* \*\*Please, distribute to other furs\*\* \*\*\* Look for the second episode of The Elite, coming soon. More action, more sex, more yiff, more surprises.

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Title: Exquisite torture by Xianyu Tags: Dragoness, Human, M/F, Vaginal To charm a dragon part seven: Exquisite torture For everybody whose read the past two chapters, you will notice that the last two chapters have been switched around (my bad) And this chapter has been changed, thanks to the comments of (forgot his name[I'm horrible with names]) Hyran opened his eyes. He moaned as a terrible headache hit him with full force. His vision was oddly blurred, as if he had been struck over the head. He was lying on his back, on a beach, the waves lapping gently at his ankles. There was movement somewhere nearby, and he turned his head towards the sound. He found himself staring at a pair of clawed feet, belonging to the towering figure of one of the creatures. Hyran had thought that they looked tall when he stood next to them, but from where he was now, they looked positively huge. He tried to move, but his muscles didn't seem to want to obey him. It wasn't fear that was holding him fast, because he seemed oddly calm, even though he was about to die in a very painful way. The creature bent over him, bringing its horrible beak closer. It moved closer and closer, opening slightly, letting its putrid breath wash over his face. It was going to bite him! The beak closed shut around his neck with a loud snap! \* \* \* Hyran opened his eyes and yelled, not just from the horrible dream, but also from the very real beak that was hovering over his face in the half-gloom. The creature snapped its beak again in frustration as it tried to prise the bandage off Hyran's shoulder. Hyran shrunk away from it, only seeing the huge, wickedly curved beak. It snapped its beak again and reared up onto the bed, grabbing him in its paws and running a talon across his shoulder. The bandages fell away immediately, cut perfectly by the sharp talon. Hyran realised then that he could have been killed at any time by this creature As he began to calm down, he realised just what was tending to his injuries. It was a gryphon. She was distinctly feminine, with pinkish cheek-ruffs, purple lined eyes, and a rather attractive face. But he had eyes only for the dragon behind her, rather dwarfed by the huge gryphon. "Are you alright?" Amethyst asked, leaping up on to the bed staring into his eyes with concern. Hyran coughed, and said, "I could be better. How bad is it?" He asked, motioning towards his shoulder. "Don't worry about that, the docs will have you fixed up in no time." She said, placing her front paws on his shoulder and nuzzling his face. Hyran wrapped his left arm around her body and pulled her closer, kissing her neck. "I can sssee wherrre thisss isss going, but hold ssstill while I put thisss other bandage on, otherrrwissse everrrything won't be okay. And if you move, I'll make sssurrre that everrrything is neverrr all peachy for you everrr again." She said, in a tone of warning, snapping her beak to emphasise her point. Hyran thought it best to hold still while the gryphon tended to his shoulder. After about ten minutes she walked out, dragging her heavy bag by clasping it in her teeth. "Where are we?" Hyran asked. "White haven." Amethyst replied, settling down on his chest and curling up, staring at him with her beautiful, angelic blue eyes. "Your eyes went red, I saw it, what was that?" He asked. Amethyst was suddenly looking uncomfortable. "Well, our eyes go red when we use magic." She said, perusing a talon. "What magic were you using?" He asked suspiciously. Her reply was barely audible. "Teleportation." She said, waiting for the explosion. Hyran just sighed. "Why didn't you just use that magic when we at the lake?" He asked wearily. He knew amethyst wasn't stupid, so there had to be a good reason for her doing what she did. "The Halivante would have found us." She replied, nibbling at her talon now. "So that's what those motherfuckers are called. Halivante. What are they?" He asked. "They used to be gryphons. Several hundred gryphons and riders flew to the gates of chaos a long time ago, they closed the gates, but never came back, they say that the gryphons fused with their riders, and the wicked nature of the human corrupted both the riders and the gryphons, and turned them in to the Halivante." She said. "Why were you so uptight about me knowing your name?" He asked, completely out of the blue. "Because names hold power, why do you think I have not asked you what your name is?" She asked, rather snappishly. Hyran frowned and searched through his memory, only realising just then that Amethyst didn't know his name. "Maybe because we don't talk all that much?" He ventured slyly. "Well, that's part of the reason," She said, kissing him with a sheepish smile. "Most of the reason." Hyran said slyly, running a hand down her side and stroking her wing. "Okay, basically the whole reason." She conceded. "But names hold power, if a dragon knows an entities true name, then they can control it completely. I thought you knew that, that's why I didn't ask your name, so you knew that I couldn't enchant you." She said, staring at him incredulously. "I was a slave to you from the dragon favour any way." He said, running a hand along the side of her chin now. "But you wouldn't have had sex with me if you thought that I was enchanting you." She said, cocking her head to the side and waiting for him to figure it out with a slight smile on her face. "You don't mean to say...No...not even you could do that...you didn't plan all of this did you?" He asked accusingly. "Maybe." She said slyly, licking his face. "So you planned that whole getting-tangled-in-my-shirt-and-me-owing-you-a-favor-for-it thing? Just so you get me to have sex with you?" He asked, in a slightly hurt voice. "Yes I did." She said matter-of-factly, "What? You are very hot to a dragon you know. I just had to have you." She said cutely when he glared at her. "Well, you'll just have to make it up to me. I remember a bit of dragon lore I read from a book. Very interesting. It said that if a dragon was to trick you into thinking that you owed them a favor, then they actually owed you a favor." He said, with a truly evil smile. "I guess you'll just have to become my personal sex-slave." He said, his evil grin widening. "For how long?" She asked with trepidation. She was the sexual aggressor as all female dragons were, and didn't enjoy the feeling of being sexually dominated one bit. "Well, I was thinking until the gryphon comes back." He said, running a hand down her belly and on to the soft lips of her sex. "I have one more question." He asked seriously, as he began to massage her lips. "Why are the Halivante after you?" He asked, dead serious. "You don't want to know." She said, and then gasped as he found a sensitive spot and tickled it ruthlessly. "No, stop teasing me, please?" She pleaded plaintively. "Not until you tell me why they're after you." He said, rubbing her again. "And I forbid you to move my sex-slave. You know, that gryphon could be gone for a long time, and, being a swordsman, I have an exceptionally high amount of endurance in my limbs, so I can keep teasing you for hours on end. You think you could tell me why they're after you?" He asked, pressing one finger against her lips and letting the tip slip between her lips. He moved it up and down slowly, turning her on to no end. He began to move his finger in and out, staring at her, telling her without words that he would keep going until she told him what he wanted to know. "Get on top." He commanded. Amethyst made a little sound of happiness and leapt atop him, rubbing her pussy against the bulge in his pants. "Uh-uh. Turn around." He said, smiling widely. "No, please stop teasing me." She pleaded again, reluctantly turning around and lifting her tail to him. Hyran wasted no time in pressing his mouth against her pussy, running his tongue across the soft lips, lapping at her furiously. Amethyst moaned, and pressed back against him, trying to get enough stimulation to reach her orgasm. Hyran began to move his tongue faster, flicking it across her lips, loving the taste of her juices. He moved onto her clitoris, and she moaned out loud, urging him on with little cries of pleasure. Her pussy began to convulse against his mouth, and Hyran licked even harder and faster, trying to get her as close to orgasm as possible. He felt her start to orgasm, and stopped licking, leaving his tongue pressed against her pussy gently. "Don't move." He ordered, so that she couldn't make herself come by moving her pussy against him. She whimpered, but obeyed him, while her body screamed at her to make herself come. Hyran lapped at her pussy. A quick, flickering movement, running from the bottom to the very top, making her squeal as he took right to the edge of her climax. He did it again, and again, making sure not to push her over the edge. Amethyst finally couldn't take any more of the exquisite torture, and yanked down his pants, taking his cock into her mouth and sucking furiously. She focused completely on sucking him, anything to get her mind off what he was doing to her body. She sucked on him furiously, twining her tongue around his erection and squeezing with her tongue as hard as she could. But nothing could take her mind off the feeling of his tongue gently keeping her from her orgasm. "Okay! They're after me because their leader wants me to become his mate!" She said breathlessly. She suddenly felt herself lifted and rolled onto her back, and then the feeling of Hyran's hard erection thrusting between her wet lips. She moaned and nuzzled him, both of them being so close to orgasm from each other's mouths. Hyran thrust up into her pussy as hard as he could, moaning out loud as he came. The feeling of him orgasming inside her finally triggered her long-awaited orgasm, and she squealed with pure pleasure as her little pussy massaged and convulsed around him, milking him for every last drop of his creamy seed. Hyran collapsed to the side, as the gryphon re-entered the tent. They both ignored her. "Oh, you silly human, you've gotten yourself covered in juices, looks like I'll have to give you a bath." She said cutely, licking her juices off his face and neck. He tilted her head up to his with a hand under her chin and kissed her. "Now, wouldn't that have been easier if you had just told me?" he asked, staring into her eyes. "Yes, it would have been, but then I wouldn't have gotten such a wonderful tongue-job." She said cutely, cocking her head to the side again and smiling at him, before lying down and resting her head in his chest, closing her eyes and sighing contentedly. "You can't tell me you planned that as well!" he said, as Amethyst just smiled.

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Title: A Tail for Two - The Final Chapter by invudontseeme Tags: Action, Cyd, Ending, Frank, German Shepherd, Guns, Horror, Husky, Love, Nate, Ralph, Romance, Siberian Husky, Story Progression, Story Series, Suspense, at42, ben, mike Cyd was getting closer, I could feel it. I had been waiting in the car for hours on end before the door finally swung open again. Ralph reached his hand towards me and looked me deep in the eyes. I could tell from the fire burning behind them that he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time. Soon I was going to find out exactly why that was; I would finally find out everything. For the past few hours, all I could think about was Cyd. I thought about the day that I stumbled onto him at school. I thought about the dinner he took me to the night that Luke died. I thought about the kindness he had showed me at the hospital. I thought about the night we went to Envi. So many good and bad things have happened to us, but everything that we went through only made us both stronger. It made us love each other more and more and I was hoping that if we get out of this-when we get out of this-I'll be able to show him how much I care. "Come on, Nate. Cyd is probably on his way," Ralph said, still holding his hand out towards me. He had a sense of calmness to his voice. I didn't know if it was sadness, regret, or just weakness, but it was calm and peaceful. He sounded as if he was asking me to come with him, not demanding it. I looked up at him and scooted across the floor of the car and out into the world. The moon shone bright above us. It wasn't quite a full moon, but it wasn't a half moon either; it was a breed of the two. Ralph was guiding me down a specific path. I could tell that he had a set destination in place. We followed a sidewalk straight for about 5 minutes before turning onto a wood-paved path along the shoreline. I looked up and down the beach, but did not spot a single soul in sight. I figured that Ralph wanted it that way, cold and secluded. As we continued to walk, I remembered the note that Ralph had given me to read to Cyd. Although the paper he wrote upon was ordinary, the penmanship was very unique. I don't know what about it I recognized, but something was very, very familiar. It may have been the way he dotted his I's or crossed his T's, but there was a distinct characterization to it. I had over three hours to come up with a conclusion, but I figured it out within the first five minutes. Ralph was the one who left the note on Luke's body. "His blood is on your hands", I could never forget those words. I could picture that moment exactly as if I was reliving it. Cyd bent over and picked up Luke. He was still breathing, still alive. As he was lifted into the air, a piece of paper came tumbling from his paw and onto the cement. I picked it up, unraveled it, and read the words inscribed on the paper. Now that I knew who had written it, everything changed. I had 3 goals in mind tonight, and I promised myself that I would focus on nothing but them. (1) Protect Cyd, (2) get answers, and (3) escape. We walked onto a long and wide dock which stretched into the ocean. Although I didn't know much about boats, I figured it was used for loading and unloading based on its size. It was very long and very wide, like one of those piers you'd see on an old mobster movie. You could probably fit about 4 or 5 cars side by side and 20 or so front to back and still have room for some more to fit. In other words, it was pretty big. "Where is everyone?" I asked as we approached the edge of the pier. Ralph was looking down at his watch; he seemed to be a little disturbed by the hands that pointed. "They're," he began as he took a pause to think, "They're, um, nearby. In case I need some backup. Don't worry, they're watching from a safe distance." I wasn't sure exactly, but It definitely seemed like he was lying. The way he took his pauses and they was he stuttered on his words made him look very suspicious. He was trying to scare me and Cyd into thinking he had more backup, but I think that Frank was the last person he had left. Ralph took another good look at his watch, the secondhand still clicking quietly. I had always wondered if clockmakers designed the second hand to do that, or if it happened naturally. I remember some nights when I would lie and my bed and try to fall asleep; I'd start counting the ticking sounds. The more mechanical and metronomic it sounded, the easier it was for me to lose track of my thoughts. I'm not sure if it was because my mind got bored, or if I found comfort in things that didn't change. Now that I've had so much change in my life, I think I'm going to go with curtain number two. "It's 10:40," Ralph said under his breath, "Where is he?" I wish that I could've answered that question. I looked off into the distance and tried to see if I could see anything, but I couldn't. All I saw were buildings, sidewalks, and empty spaces. I could've turned around and looked behind me, but I doubt they were coming by boat or submarine. Now that I thought about it, it was probably Ralphs' plan all along. He wanted to be somewhere that only required him to watch one side. This backed up my theory about him being alone. About 5-10 more minutes passed until I could finally spot some new scenery from in between two abandoned buildings. A headlight began to shine bright as a care came closer towards us. I had to turn my head to escape the blindness it gave me. I heard a loud clicking noise as Ralph cocked his gun and placed it firmly against my neck, he was getting ready for a battle. The car stopped at the beginning of the dock, stayed still for a few moments, and then all of its lights turned off simultaneously. Cyd stepped out of the car. He was carrying an envelope in his left hand and was walking very slowly towards us. With each step he took, I could feel the entire dock shake. It wasn't as if he was heavy or anything, but the wooden dock was so old and so unused, that the complete pier sounded as if it was about to collapse. I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds of his feet approaching; one after another, until he finally grew close. "Stop," Ralph yelled out to him. Cyd complied quickly and halted all movement. Ralph pushed forward quickly and began to pat his entire body down. He felt for any sort of weapon, whether it was a knife or gun, but found nothing. After taking a few steps back towards me, he once again pressed the gun firmly against neck. Cyd bit his bottom lip, trying to refrain from an outcry or a plea. If this was the last moment of his life, he wanted to go out strong. "Where is everyone else?" Cyd asked, showing the same suspicions that I had. Now that Ralph had an excuse, there was no need to choke on his words. "They're watching us from a safe distance. Don't worry; they have strict orders to kill Nate right in front of you in case anything goes wrong." I knew he was lying, but I had to think quickly if I wanted Cyd to know too. I probably had about 100 ideas flow in and out of my head in less than a few seconds before I decided on the right one, the one that Cyd would pay attention to: my tail. I pulled my tail up in between my legs, just enough for Cyd to get a good visual. Once I saw his eyes look down at my legs, I moved my tail back and forth, as if it was saying "no" to him. I looked back towards him and tried to find any sign that he caught my message. He was making a "thumbs up" with his right hand. After so long of being dominated and manhandled, I was finally the one in control. Cyd and I finally had a grip on our lives and even though Ralph had a gun, we had a plan; which one was the better weapon? "Why are you doing this Ralph? Why are you doing this to us?" Cyd was looking deep into Ralph's heart. He wanted a sincere answer. "I'm not doing anything," Ralph replied, "You're getting what you've deserved for a long time." I tried my best to keep my head down, but at the same time I was peering up at Cyd. I wanted to read every emotion he was emitting, no matter what that may be. "Is this about Ben?" Cyd asked. Once again, that name came up. "I know what I did was wrong, and I've been dealing with these demons ever since. If you don't think I feel guilty, then you're wrong." "Guilty? You think I want you to feel guilty? No, I want much, much more than that. I want you to suffer through every bit of pain he had to go through before he died. You raped him Cyd. He fell in love with you, he trusted you, and you crushed his soul. His heart was dead long before he his body was, and that was your fault." "What do you want me to do Ralph?" Cyd was screaming now. "I know what I did was probably the worst thing I will ever do, but I can't do anything about it anymore. I'm sorry." "You're sorry? He was my brother Cyd!" Ralph competed with his volume. "He killed himself because of what you did to him; do you really think sorry is going to cut it? Do you want to know what I want from you? I want you to bring him back Cyd. I want you to bring my brother back." "You know I can't do that Ralph. I want it just as badly as you do." "You don't want it nearly as bad as I do." Ralph and Cyd both grew silent. They stared at each other and said absolutely nothing. The air was thick, packed full of both love and hate. The puzzle pieces between these two were finally coming together. I was learning much more than I ever imagined. "Read the letter Cyd," Ralph said as he broke the silence. Cyd stood and stared down at the ground. The nose of the gun pushed down harder into my neck as Ralph once again shouted, "Read the letter Cyd!" This time, he did as he was told. Cyd reached into the already opened envelope and pulled out a short, handwritten letter. He glanced over in my direction and then back at the letter, his eyes were filled with tears. "Dear Cyd," he started. "I want to start by telling you exactly how I've felt about you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. You are the only person I've ever been able to trust completely. You are the only person I've ever loved completely. You meant everything to me; you were my world. I remember some days, when I felt like I was so completely alone in this world, you were there to remind me I wasn't, and I could never thank you enough for that." Cyd started crying even harder; you could hear it in every word he spoke. "Then you became the worst thing that has ever happened to me. You broke me apart into a million different pieces and I lost every bit of myself that day. You showed me why I can't trust anyone. Because of you I will never be able to trust anybody ever again. You've destroyed everything that I've ever felt was right, and I will never be able to forgive you for that. One day this life will end for me. I can take comfort in that because I know that I will be going to heaven, but you Cyd, you won't be as fortunate. You will end up in hell with other guys just like you. You will rot for eternity and that doesn't bother me one bit. It's exactly what you deserve. I'm still in love with the guy who treated me like a king; I'm not in love with you. Goodbye Cyd, I'll never forget who you really are." The atmosphere was dense, almost damp. We were all crying now, even Ralph. Although I had never met this kid, Ben, I could almost feel his pain. Ralph wiped away his tears with his only free hand and tried his best to gain composure. He bit his lip and looked and Cyd with nothing but anger; he felt that it was his duty to get his brother's revenge. "I hope you can understand why I have to do what I'm doing. I'm not doing this all to make myself feel better; I'm doing this because it's exactly what you deserve." He started chuckling once again, a bad habit if you ask me. "Let me take you back a little Cyd, so that you can fully understand how much I've gone through to get to this moment." We both watched closely. "After Ben died, I decided to go looking for you. You never told me where or why you moved, so I went snooping through your house. I found a letter from your youngest brother hidden in the end table beside your bed. He had asked you to move back in with your dad and your brothers, down near Las Vegas, Nevada. So that's where I went. I followed some leads, hired some guys, and together we made a plan. First, I was going to abduct you. I was going to take you somewhere where nobody would hear your screams and get my revenge right then and there. That was until I heard that you had moved onto another guy. That's were Nate came into play." Ralph looked down at me and gave me a smile, an indescribable smile. It was pleasurable, plain, and purely pernicious. I felt his finger press down on the trigger and I thought he was going to pull it right then and there, but he continued to speak. "When I found out that you were falling in love with another guy, I thought I'd do to you what you did to Ben: break your heart. I had some kids I knew get close to Nate's brother to find out his weaknesses. It turns out his biggest weakness was Luke himself. So what did I do? I did what you did to Ben. I broke his heart. I wanted you to see Nate suffer the same way I watched Ben suffer, but that wasn't enough. I went back to his house and waited there for him. We tore that house apart from head to toe trying to find more things I could use to make you suffer, but I was forced to stop early when Frank saw him running from the window." I was reliving every moment in great detail. I was seeing this story from not only my perspective, but theirs as well. It was a new insight on my life, and I wanted to know more. I wanted to know everything. Ralph spoke again. "Frank and I followed you to the airport. As you got escorted onto that plane by those security guards, we followed close behind. We were only ten seats behind you, yet you never saw us once. Our plans had changed completely, but I focused on our goal. To make you suffer. Then, when we got to Envi, I noticed Mike picking up on Nate. It was opening up new possibilities, but closing some off as well. I thought maybe, just maybe I could kill Nate and have the blame all placed on Mike. You would fall for it easily, and your passion would convince any cop that came in your way, but before I knew it, tides were shifting again. Nate found out that I was working with Frank, and I knew that he'd go to you before anyone else. I had to work fast." "Ralph, please," Cyd replied, "you don't need to do this." "Yes I do; Ben deserves his revenge." His finger pulled a little further on the trigger. "So that's when we kidnapped Nate. We took him down my friend's old studio and hired one of my good friends to work him over a little. He was going to force sex unto him the exact way you did, except this time, we had it all on tape. After it was done I was going to have someone kill him on tape for you and send it to your doorstep. That was the perfect revenge, but Nate, once again, was a little too smart for his own good. He made a bad move and took out my friend, which made things that much more personal for me. So I thought, 'why not just end it all right here, right now?' I drove him down to your place so he could be there when you were killed. I got to watch his heart break as your life ended right in front of him. I couldn't even get that much right. Your buddy Mike was there to save you once again. You would've died this morning if he hadn't pulled that gun on me and forced me to run away. Frank was the only person I had left, and you took him away from me to. Don't you see Cyd? I have to do this. You took my brother, my friends, everything I had left. I need to do this for both my brother, and for me. I need this all to end right now." The gun lifted off of my neck and I watched it as it pointed towards Cyd. His eyes connected with mine, and for that split second I felt every emotion he had ever felt. I saw every moment that we had spent with each other and every breath we breathed together. I felt everything. A bright flash lit up the tip of Ralph's gun and I watched as a bullet entered and exited Cyd's arm. I closed my eyes tight and my body collapsed onto the ground. My heart sunk and my breathing slowed, I couldn't believe what was happening. Suddenly, another gunshot filled the air, but this time, from a different location. I still held my body close to the ground as shots were fired back and forth across the pier. My mind was racing too fast to count the number of bullets that were fired, but I estimated around ten. One of them came from above and pierced my lower abdomen. When it was all over and no more sounds were made, I unlatched my eyelids. I slowly and cautiously lifted my head up from the ground and examined the pier. Ralph's body was lying next to me, lifeless and still; he was definitely dead. Cyd was lying on the ground in front of me. He was also very still and I could see two or three bullet wounds in various places of his body. I wanted to focus on him and worry about his safety, but there was another figure on the dock that caught my eye; there was another familiar face that I couldn't help but give full attention to. It was Mike. He came to help; he came to save us. I just hope he wasn't too late. People say that when you're inches away from death, your body can do incredible things. People have reported lifting up an entire automobile to save the life of friends, family, or even themselves. I never really understood or believed these claims, I never really had reason to believe, but I was proven wrong. Although I was shot and bleeding quite heavily, I felt no pain. I used my arms and army-crawled over to Cyd's body quickly. With every stroke I took, I pictured one of his smiles. I've told you before and I'd say it a thousand times: when I see his smile, I can't help but smile back. I laid my head down on his chest and stayed as still as I possibly could. My eyes closed tight and I waited there for one single breath, one sign that he had endured all of his injuries. I waited and waited and waited, and after a few seconds I felt it. His airflow opened and his chest rose. He was still alive. I closed my eyes and the last thing I could remember before passing out on top of his body, was Mike running full speed towards us. I wasn't sure what this life had in store for us up ahead, but Cyd and I would make it through together. We were both alive and kicking and although times were hard, they wouldn't always be. Someday in the future we'd be able to hold each other again. Someday we'd be able to tell each other how much love we felt. Someday soon we'd be able to lie together and feel the passion emitting off of our bodies. It was all over, and we pulled through it together. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Don't forget to read the Epilogue which ties the story up completely. Please go there now and take a moment to read (:

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Title: Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt. 10 Tags: mfff, older man, younger woman **X** *"Nice top"* I wanted to get to the office early since there was bound to be a lot of work to catch up with, to say nothing of Connie and Fran, so instead of walking the mile to the station I caught the bus. This meant that I saw her before she saw me. There she was, standing outside the station, oblivious to the admiring glances she attracted from each passing male and peering anxiously at every possible approach route. I was shocked to recognise none other than my girlfriend from the train, the pretty blonde with the button nose and those wonderful tits. It was so unexpected to see her here, behaving in such a strange way, that it took me a few moments to realise that she must be looking for me. Of course: I remembered now. Last week we had been sitting side by side for the whole journey into town. I remembered the way she had kept looking at me, and how embarrassed I had felt. I also remembered her confused behaviour as I got off the train. I had thought she was disgusted as my FUCK-enhanced cock so obviously filled my trousers; only now did it dawn on me that she had been succumbing to the irresistible influence I now exercised over any woman I wanted. "Oh great," I moaned inwardly. "Just what I need. Another gorgeous woman desperate to sacrifice her young life at the altar of my lust." She did not see me until I was getting off the bus. Then she started so violently I thought for a moment she was going to fall; but she steadied herself and stood, feet close together, staring at me with wide eyes, her mouth agape and her hands clasped under her chin. The expression "her heart was in her mouth": her posture simply summed it up. I had no idea how I could release her from the spell but I thought I had to try. I walked directly up to her. Apart from angling her head up slightly to stay focused on my face as I approached (I was a good foot taller), she did not move a muscle. "Hello," I said, smiling. "I've seen you on the train, haven't I?" She made no reply. She looked confused and maybe even scared. I extended my hand. At first the gesture seemed to be completely lost on her, but after a long pause she dropped her right hand into mine (leaving her left hand incongruously parked under her chin) and gave me by far the feeblest handshake I have ever encountered. Her hand was so small, even childlike, that my engulfing hand seemed enormous; and when I let go, her arm fell limp by her side. The poor child was quite clearly beside herself. "I'm James Walker," I informed her. There was another long pause. I could see she knew she ought to respond and desperately wanted to but she struggled to summon the words. "Alicia Benson", she announced eventually and broke into a relieved smile that she had been able to articulate her name so successfully. "Well, Alicia, I think we should celebrate knowing each other's names. I'll buy you a coffee." We found a table in the coffee shop adjoining the station and I learnt for the first time of the agonies to which I had unknowingly subjected this poor girl over the last few days. Since our tube journey last week I had quite frankly not given her a thought (having much else on my mind), but her life had been dominated by thoughts of me. It took time to piece things together because unless gently prompted she would lapse into gazing at me with silent wonder, but I was able to confirm that her glances on the train had signified not disgust but a rapidly increasing fascination with this irresistibly attractive older man sitting next to her. She knew she must not stare but it was impossible to keep her eyes away from him. He looked so fine: loving, kindly and wise. Who was he? When she got to her usual stop she felt impelled to stay on the train and see where he got off; and when he did, she followed him to his workplace. She explained that she could think of no excuse for following me into the building and knew she could not hang around outside all day so she had reluctantly gone to work, returning as soon as she could to stake the place out and follow me. But she had got there too late, and missed me. "And if you had seen me and followed me home," I asked, "what then?" "I don't know," she replied, looking miserable and confused. "I didn't think that far ahead. The only thing I could think of was how much I needed to see you again." She told me that she had been aware she had seen me before, but somehow she had previously overlooked my magnificent qualities. This point, in fact, seemed to perplex and embarrass her more than anything; how could she have been so blind? There must have been something the matter with her. At any rate, she knew that I joined the train two stops down the line from her so next morning she caught a much earlier train than usual and got off at my station and waited. "That was so awful," she recalled. "When you didn't appear I was gripped by this horrible fear that I was never going to see you again. I've waited at the station and outside your office every day since but I just knew it was hopeless and I'd lost you. I was so angry and frustrated. I'd been right next to you; I could have touched you; and I'd lost you. I've had that agonised sense of loss ever since," she went on, starting to look upset; "until this morning, of course," she concluded, breaking into a huge relieved smile of pure happiness. I was much moved by her story. I was aware, of course, that this was all the effect of FUCK, and I was guiltily conscious that by staying so close to her I must be making it worse. I had started by looking for some opening that would allow me to weaken her fascination for me but as she had told me her story I had realised that FUCK's grip on her was far stronger than I had imagined. I had to admit I was becoming increasingly fascinated myself. I had always known she sported remarkably large breasts considering her youth and relatively small frame, but in the past their bulk had usually been contained by modest attire, her top often being done up right to the neck. But today, maybe in honour of the continuing fine weather, she wore a white cotton shirt with a wide low halter neck that exposed her bosoms in all their pale flawless glory. They drew my gaze irresistibly. Halfway through her story she had suddenly noticed where my eyes were resting. She blushed, smiled modestly, and leant forward to push her bust more firmly in my direction. "Nice top," I remarked appreciatively. She gave a gratified giggle as she realised my double meaning. "I'm glad you like it," she smiled, pressing her arms to her sides to force the tits still farther forward. My conscience came up against those tits and surrendered unconditionally. It was no contest. For all my good intentions when we sat down, by now I had a raging hard-on (fortunately invisible from Alicia under the table) and I could think of nothing but how I was going to have my way with her. "I don't understand what's happening," she said bemusedly. "The last few days have been so strange. I'm not -- I'm not going mad, am I?" I reassured her on this point, and asked her to tell me more about herself. I learnt she was eighteen (spot on, I thought), she came from Worcester and had been undecided whether to go on to university after finishing college, so she had come to London to temp for a year, earn a bit of money, and see the big city while she thought about her future. She was lodging with old friends of her parents. This might be an opening, I told myself. "Is that all right?" I asked. "Well, the room's a bit small and they could be more exciting, I suppose, but yes, it's fine." "And," I went on, taking the bull by the horns, "now that you've finally met me, how do you feel?" She sat back and let out a huge sigh. (I was fascinated to watch the way her tits responded when she shifted position.) "Oh, James," she said finally. "What can I say? You're just so much more wonderful that I ever imagined anyone could be. I just wish I could be with you for ever. Please, please say I can stay with you." I was not quite certain what she meant by this, and I am not sure she knew either. I waved my left hand in front of her so she could see the wedding ring. "Oh, I know," she said sadly. "You needn't rub it in. I know it's just a silly dream but [another huge sigh] it would be so wonderful if I could be with you always. It's all I've been thinking of. At least," she concluded, with an air of resigned acceptance of reality, "at least say that I can see you again." I said she could and took her number, promising to call her in the next day or two. I told her we had to go to work now and I thought we should take separate trains because people might think it odd if they saw her staring at me (we were getting our share of curious looks in the coffee shop). She told me I was so thoughtful. As I got up to go she put aside her untouched coffee and sought permission to ask a personal question. "Go ahead," I said, resuming my seat. She paused for a long time. "Your wife," she said finally. "Do you love her?" I looked her straight in the eye. "I love her very much," I said truthfully. She nodded sadly, as if she had expected this answer. Then she blushed, and stammered, "Have you -- would you ever -- I mean, could you ever be *unfaithful* to her?" "Alicia," I replied sternly, "that is a very personal question to someone you've only just met." She looked horribly embarrassed but was clearly determined to get something off her considerable chest. "Because if you could," she said, "and if you wanted, I, er, I could, I mean ..." And she trailed off. When I made no reply she dropped her eyes and looked crushed. "I've upset you, haven't I? I'm sorry. Oh, James, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me but I saw you leaving and I just panicked ... I've blown it, haven't I?" "Alicia," I said, getting up again. "I've got to go now. You must go too. Catch the next train after me. And keep that phone switched on. I'll ring you soon, I promise." Looking up at me with big round blue eyes moist with emotion, she seemed unable to speak but gave a series of rapid nods to show she had understood. I left without looking back but I felt those eyes follow me every step of the way. As I boarded my train I saw her arrive on the platform, her eyes still fixed on me as the train pulled out. I reflected that I was becoming so accustomed to the effects of FUCK that it had not surprised me to hear a beautiful eighteen-year-old girl, who I felt sure had never put a foot out of line in her life before, so abjectly offer herself to a married man of nearly fifty.

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Title: High Tail High Chapter 7: New Embrace by CamoFerret Tags: Cheetah, Ferret, Gay Relationships, Highschool, Series, Teenagers, Wolf --- High Tail High Chapter 7: New Embrace --- Venting. Everyone has to do it, be it themselves or with others. Sometimes it's best to choose one or the other, depending on what is needed to vent. Sometimes it takes much more then just a good long talk to get it all out, but some simple words can change the entire life of a person you care most about. That time spend gains much more then solving life problems, but in some cases, love and emotion problems flow inward as well. The door gently brushed shut behind him. A cry, faroff in the distance, came from around the corner, but he couldn't hear. Everything was a high pitched whine, deep gasping sorrow and blurrs. The aching of his footpaws slid up and down the balls of his ankle as he grudgingly stepped up the staircase and into his room before followed by the slow inviting creek of the old wooden door. Another shuffle, first left, then right, and now onto the soft welcoming comfort of his own feathery bed. His deep breathing pulled in deep gasping breaths, the paws taking hold of the spare pillow and curling his body around it to his chest. A single cold tear slid down his cheek and onto the pillow. Silent as the wind, his mouth formed the words, "I'm so sorry Mark," over and over until exhaustion took his consiousness. He didn't know what time he got home, nor how long he had slept. All he felt was the stabbing pain in his chest and the numbess in his legs. The day seemed to have sunk away, lights down to a mid-orange glare through the slips of the blinds. A soft, repeating knock at the door signaled his wake from the pleasant dreams. Both of his eyes were now poised at the door. Weakly, he called out, "Yeah?" The knob twisted and a big wolf head popped inside. "Hey bud...you ok?" His throat finally unclenched as he sighed. Nothing really could explain what had happened. It would expose him to that much more conflict today. The last thing he thought of before answering was the other wolf. His wolf. "Y-...no...It's not." Mike finally pulled all the way into the room, carrying a tray of hot steaming soup and a grilled cheese. Carefully, he placed the tray onto David's lap and looked at him silently before sitting down next to him. "Wanna vent it out to me?" He really couldn't say no to it. A slow, growing urge filled the dark pains in his stomach and chest, much like a tide overtaking the beach. Bits and pieces of thoughts carefully formed to him. Sure, Mike's been a very lax fatherfigure, but that doesn't mean he'd turn on him because he was gay. That was, at least, his idea on the matter. Soup really calmed him down, and the wolf knew it. Sighing softly, his white paws grapsed the spoon and he took a comforting bite of the chicken noodle. All of the time, MIke had watched quietly to the side, listening with ears poised up and at the ready. The ferret seemed too tense, but that was quite obvious. Every guy in this situation was at some point in their life. "M-mike...don't tell Burda." The other shifted uneasily, hearing the strain in his voice. "I won't, but what can't I tell her?" "Th-that I'm...gay..." Silence covered the room with a aura of unease. David's heart beating to the hum of fear filled the void slightly, but not enough to notice it's akword silence surrounding Mike and himself. Each second of the puzzled wolf's face seemed to hang in his mind as the clock ticked away nearby. Mike coughed slightly, rubbing his throat a little nonchalauntly before remaining still. David was paralyzed in his own fear and words, the paws were starting to clam up and shook erratically. All this time he could feel Mike's eyes looking at him, but was unable to tell in what way. He couldn't look up to see his judgemental gauze. But his voice broke the eternal silence gently by saying, quite casually, "Oh yeah? Well that's interesting." David cautiously looked up, his green-blue eyes shimmering gently. Mike was trying hard to make the situation lighter, he could tell by the goofy-ass smile the wolf was carrying shaggily. His trembling slid to a crawl as he smiled back. "Ya think...?" "Well yeah! I-er-mean..." Mike chuckled a little to himself. "...look...you know, I'm not your real 'dad'. Hell, your not my son. Gay, straight...whatever, right? I shouldn't tell you what you should and shouldn't be." David's eyes softened as he quickly leaned over and hugged the wolf's side tight. He blinked in surprise of the sudden embrace before patting his back softly. Everything on David's somewhat scrawny shoulders seemed to have been lifted up and taken away, leaving him with only joy and gratitude for the wolf. Slowly, he pulled away and wiped his eyes. Mike said, "Ok...finish your soup up, big guy." He gave the goofy smirk, it reminded him so much of Mark. The big wolf pushed up into a stand and strolled over to the door as if nothing really changed from him. "M-mike..." His head turned back to the ferret. "Thanks...alot." A soft chuckle, again, roused from his deep voice as he called back, "No worries," and shut the door with the wag of his tail. The metallic 'clang' of the locker being shut was followed by his footsteps. Sunday night slipped by his paws once again, and school started back on cue. But something continued to rake against his chest all day. It was crushing his inside and nothing he did pulled the aching out of him. Thoughts about those soft, white paws, the light blonde hair and emerald-green, sea-blue eyes made each second hurt more and more. He, once again, found his paw up next to his heart, and very nearly gripped his shirt off. Mark took a sharp, studdery breath. "D-damn love. Damn it I say." He muttered, whipping around dramatically to get to his class. "Ever since that...that...err! Why? Why me, damnit? It's always me, and not the other-" "Way around!" David said, nearly crying out loud to himself. "I do love him, but does he love me? Comon, after that...I might as well hang myself. Damn wolves and...their sexy...toned..." He sighed and shook his head. "Gotta get to class..." It was another hour in Chemistry with Jaden. The cheetah remained utterly quiet during the entire class until about midway, when he seemed to be unfocused on the teacher and more on David. He could feel the other's small glances before a small note was prodded over with his yellow finger nonchalauntly. The ferret pirked a brow slightly, head forward but eyes on the note as he scooped the small piece of paper up with his two fingers. "To: David From: Jaden-" "That figures...a to/from letter...but...why..." He thought, blinking and jerking his head up suddenly when the teacher scouted for an example. Luck was his side, a female jaguar was picked to resemble an atom for today. Shuddering a soft, quick sigh, he opened the note and looked up, but eyed down at the note. "Hey, sorry about the note. Can't talk in class, remember last time? Heh, anyways I wanted to know something. Write back." David tilted his head in confusion and looked up to see Jaden's expression only to find it nose-buried in notes. He sighed and went back to his own while he had time. The bell rung out, releasing everyone to lunch. Luckily, David and Jaden had the same lunch. Unluckily, however, Jaden was too shy to follow up with his notetaking to the ferret and the chemistry as well. While staying after, David sighed and left the doorway with note in mid-paw, re-reading each word wordlessly to himself. Before he could look up, he was pushed into the wall slightly, making him look up and start a apology when he noticed it was Mark. "Oh, s-...Mark..." "David...um..." He tried to smile a little, but then frowned, "Sorry about that...what's in your paw?" "Huh? Oh, chemistry notes." He smiled, placing it in his pocket just as smoothly as he lied. "Uh...ok...l-look, we need to talk. You have lunch B too right?" David opened his mouth, though it came out slowly to a sigh. "...yeah..." Mark smiled a little, and David did too as they went down the hallway to get their mediocre lunch. They exchanged few words inbetween, some 'how are you's and 'fine, and you's. The white ferret felt a little akward being with the wolf he just slugged not two days ago. Every other second he could imagine a huge red balled furry fist swinging around to hit him into the shake machine, but that soon passed as they headed outside to sit. Mark was the first to try and make contribution to what had happened. "I'm...not mad. Just shocked really." He said, looking up to the ferret. "You got alot more behind those hidden scrawny arms, Davy." He couldn't help but smile, "I'm sorry...heh...it, er, was just a reflex." Mark grinned, "Helluva reflex...um..." He frowned and put a shaggy red paw behind his own neck. "David...I still love you..." Dry air rose up in his throat, so many words failed him at this point. It was like a grammar massacre for him. Sighing a little quietly, he looked down and tapped his foot slightly. "Mark...I...just don't know. People don't know, a-and..." He straightened up and took David's paw softly, "It's ok...they don't have to. As long as we love each other David..." David looked down at the warm comforting paw, squeezed it, then shook his head. "No...it's not that. I..." He took his paw away, "I don't love you, Mark...I don't feel it..." Mark blinked, looking directl into David's sea-blue and emerald green eyes before pulling back. His muzzle was half agape still while David gathered his tray up quietly, looking back to him. "I don't love you like you do to me...but..." He looked down, feeling his heart ache heavily, "As friends...just as friends." Wind quietly pushed past the two as David carried his barely scratched tray inside to dispose of, leaving Mark to mourn. \~Author Note\~ Ok, ok. It's longer then I first thought it would be to take a break. I just wanna say in my furry defence, I do indeed have a life. X3 That includes hours of work and doing this in my gape of spare times. So please, do tell me what your thinking of this now. ^\_^ Hope I did better or getting better. @.@ Till then! XOXO \~ Breeze

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Title: Mean Girls Reunion 03 Tags: lizzy caplan, oral, oral sex, blowjob, cunnilingus, fingering, actress, masturbation, mean girls **Part 3 - Lizzy** 2003 This time, I stumbled onto something while doing my job. Technically, I was off the clock and was only wandering around after goofing off with co-workers. But before I left, I walked over to the gymnasium set, which would be crowded for tomorrow's filming of some big third act scenes. I came in to see if anything needed fixing or fine tuning, to save some work for tomorrow. But the second I got in, I heard some strange noises. Noises that soon started to sound erotic. Noises that seemed to be coming below the bleachers in the "gym." Thinking ahead, I quietly slipped out of my shoes, so I wouldn't make as much noise by coming closer. Carrying the shoes in my hands, I tiptoed on my socks towards the bleachers, looking to see if I could make out who was below yet -- and what she was doing. It could be one of two things at this point. But I didn't hear any other voices -- unless he or she was really quiet -- so that ruled out sex. Masturbation it was, then. As the noises got louder and I got closer, I put on my writing glasses and started to make out who it was. If I didn't know better, I'd say it resembled Lizzy Caplan -- a.k.a sharp tonged outcast Janis Ian. She had her head thrown back and her shirt still on -- but it was probably another matter below. Before I could try and confirm it, she got louder and one of her arms seemed to move faster. Her moans and pants got huskier, sexier and closer to the brink. So close that she couldn't see me -- but that would easily change once she was done. And she sounded close to being done any second. When that second came, I watched, heard and was enraptured for the first two seconds. However, my brain rebooted and helped me make my retreat in the next few. I heard her catch her breath and pant as I got closer to the exit, then I quietly opened the door and slid out. Whether Lizzy could hear me by then, I didn't know. The fact I could get on the lot the next day gave me an idea. As if this fucking set wasn't giving me enough ideas already. January 2014 Although I'd witnessed more graphic things from Lizzy 11 years ago than Lacey or Tina, I was less nervous to see her in person. For one thing, she didn't know me, and probably wasn't hiding that she saw me during a private moment. Then again, if she didn't remember me, it might not help my actual sales pitch for the story. Nevertheless, Lizzy allowed me to see her in her apartment, after she got done shooting a movie for the day. Between her schedule and her appearance at the Golden Globes days ago, she could have easily declined to see me or just done this over the phone. Yet once again, I was fortunate to make my case in person. Indeed, since she didn't see me in our biggest encounter on the Mean Girls set, she didn't recognize me. But I seemed to convince her I did work there, and assured her that Lacey and Tina could confirm it. She believed me and let me tell her about the proposed cover story anyway. Yet as I pitched it, told her Lacey and Tina were on board and assured her we could work around her schedule, I got the feeling Lizzy's mind was elsewhere. With eyes as big and noteworthy as hers, it was easier to tell if they were distracted. She did nod and seem to follow along, yet I sensed I didn't have her strictest attention. To get more clues, I tried to talk and study her other body language at the same time. I ignored how I was checking out someone's body for different reasons than usual lately. As I did, I noted Lizzy's posture looked straight, and her legs.... Her legs were pressed kind of tight together. And this was the second time her hand brushed between them. "So you think you can get Lindsay?" Lizzy broke my concentration, by staying on the actual topic of conversation. "Oh, oh right. I suppose I'll find out very soon," I got back on track. "After I finish talking to you and Amanda, I'll have no choice. That's why I want to sort out as much as possible first, just in case." Shrugging my past suspicions aside, I got out a notepad and showed Lizzy when Lacey and Tina had for the shoot. Lizzy claimed she could get herself available, pointing to the best potential dates with one hand -- and keeping her other hand between her legs and on her skirt. Which almost seemed to arch against that hand. What the hell could make her.... "So, one of those dates should work. I can call you once I work out the best one," Lizzy said, somewhat quickly. If my developing crazy theory was right, this would make a little more sense.... But it couldn't be. I couldn't have gotten in the middle of her....doing that again. "Is now a bad time?" I blurted out loud in my disbelief. "Excuse me?" Lizzy asked back. "Are you in a rush or something?" "No. Well, technically, yes. But if you're in one, I can come back," I finally settled on. "I agreed to see you, remember?" Lizzy frowned. "I made time when I could have rested and pushed you off. So let's at least get something out of it." "Okay, okay!" I said with some frustration. "We just need to pick the best date you can be there, and match it up with the others." "I can make that work," Lizzy declared, pointing to early March on my notepad, without looking too hard. "If they can, I can." "Oh. Okay. If Amanda and Lindsay can, then we're all good," I concluded. "Good, looks like we're all set, then," Lizzy hurried along. Not knowing what else to say, I got up and started to make my way out. I knew I couldn't expect the same thing as my last two trips.....even if it looked like it could set up that way. But I'd pushed my luck enough, I supposed. With that, I left Lizzy's apartment and closed the door behind me, yet I stayed in the hall. I told myself I should leave now, but my feet stayed stuck. I didn't know what I was expecting or hoping for -- though I stopped guessing when I heard from behind the door, "Damnit, it's gone!" I was too confused to leave now, especially when Lizzy suddenly opened the door. She looked annoyed and frustrated, but when she saw I was actually still there, she softened up a little. "Sorry," she quietly said as she calmed down further. "That....wasn't about you." "That narrows it down," I quipped. It might have been harsher than I intended, so I got out a sorry before Lizzy let me back in. When she closed the door, she explained, "I did have a long day. Still coming off a long Globes weekend, really. I figured I could....relax and be fresh and ready before you came here. But I lost track of time and I....didn't get done relaxing. Not as much as I wanted. I guess that made me antsy." If I hadn't seen Lizzy's 'relaxing' techniques 11 years ago, maybe I wouldn't suspect a deeper meaning now. Some of it wasn't that much of a cover anyway. Hell, maybe I was wrong and she was on the level. Either way, I said, "I get it. I can still leave and let you relax again." "That'd be nice, if I hadn't lost the mood. I was so close to it before, and now I gotta start all over again. Who knows how long that'll take?" Lizzy lamented. "I got too upset to stay ready." "Is that my fault?" I had to ask. "No, no! Well, not directly," Lizzy answered. She then sighed and continued, "It's not you. We used to work together, apparently, and now you're gonna get me back in with the Plastics. Except Regina, apparently. So I shouldn't take it out on you. You can go if you want." "I don't want it to feel awkward if we see each other again," I stated, borrowing Tina's past excuse. I thought it out some more, sat next to her on the couch and let myself ask, "If there's any way I can help you relax....I'm in no rush. Really. Whatever you might need." At this point, I could still claim innocence and say I thought she really meant "relax." By that skin of my teeth, I could make this offer and look okay if I read it wrong. Or my luck could be due to run out after all. "I did it by myself before and almost got there," Lizzy broke the silence. "But I might need more to get that close again." She still hadn't made the subtext 100 percent clear -- 80 percent, maybe. I studied her body language again, yet gave myself more freedom than before. I saw how she looked less stiff, and how her green blouse and black skirt clung to her in the process. I saw her legs weren't rubbing together, but she did cross one over the other to show off more tempting skin. I looked up and saw the bit of exposed, tempting skin on her chest, although a lot more seemed to be hidden below. I only let myself see that for a second, but when I looked up and saw the sultry tinge in Lizzy's green eyes and developing smile, I lingered longer. "Is that a yes?" I got out. "Are you getting more relaxed already?" "I'm starting to think you might....help me get there," Lizzy commented, sounding more blatant and sexy. She inched herself closer to me, which gave me the confidence to reach for her bare knee. When I got there and felt it -- and saw it as a final go ahead -- I responded, "Then I'd better get to work." Before Lizzy could do anything, I got off the couch and kneeled down in front of her. Once she uncrossed her legs, I went right between them without even removing her skirt. I felt her up at first and detected a lack of panties, then lifted her skirt up and got right to work. It was clear she really had been working on herself recently, even if she hadn't gotten all the way. Yet either her past work or my skills made her groan louder when I got going. I made myself believe it was both, but when my tongue circled her and my fingers grazed her before going deeper, I could believe it was mostly me now. "Oh, fuck," I heard Lizzy exclaimed. "Put it in me. Tongue first," she instructed. I followed orders and let my tongue slide all over her, while my hands rested on and rubbed her upper thighs. "Mmmm....hands now," she instructed next. She said hands plural, but I cheated anyway. I just put my left hand next to my face, keeping my right hand on her right leg. Lizzy had less reason to nitpick when I put my left forefinger in her, then licked the right of her pussy and suckled on her there. "Oh, that's it....wiggle em," Lizzy moaned. My finger went as far into her as it could and rubbed her, while my tongue licked her from side to side and then up and down. She sounded impressed with how I followed directions. When my thumb caressed her below her pussy, Lizzy all but squeezed my head with her legs. Undeterred, I finger fucked her faster while licking her and stroking her leg all at once, then removed my finger and put my tongue back in without missing a beat. As for my finger, it and the rest of my left hand palmed her inner thigh, while my right did the same to the other one. I pushed Lizzy's legs further apart, then decided I finally needed a better view. My right hand went behind her and Lizzy pushed her hips up, giving me room to lower her zipper and push her skirt down. When I got it off her legs and left her pussy exposed, I put my thumb at the bottom and let my tongue go to the top. My forefinger and thumb rubbed her below while my teeth, lips and tongue worked on top, making Lizzy cry out longer. "Fuck me....fuck me, I'm getting there again...." she praised. If she'd gotten that close before and couldn't finish before I got there, I'd have to add something extra. I put my thumb into her next, which I presumed she could have done herself earlier. She couldn't keep her tongue on her pussy at the same time, though. It kept licking the top as I fucked her harder and deeper, only to have my tongue dive right back in the second I removed my thumb. "Ugh, yeah, harder," Lizzy urged. I tried licking her deeper, but perhaps that wouldn't cut it. When my tongue found her clit, I got a better idea. My forefinger and thumb returned to get a hold of her clit, tugging on it while I licked up every inch of her. Lizzy groaned deeper and breathed heavily, pushing herself onto my face and fingers. This helped distract her while I worked out my final move. In short order, I put my left index finger and forefinger into her, placed my left thumb underneath her pussy, placed my right fingers and thumb next to them, and put my tongue back on top of her opening. They all fucked, rubbed, tweaked and licked Lizzy up accordingly. "Oh, fucking God!" Lizzy called out. "Fuck, it's coming! Fuck, it's about time....fuck!" she gasped as she began letting herself go. I took my fingers out and put my tongue back inside Lizzy, right as she started cumming on it. My lips covered her up as well, helping me catch and swallow what she gave me. My tongue left her as she came down and rested against her lips, then my lips left her. My fingers gave her a few final rubs before I finally looked back up. Lizzy laid her head back, looking quite overcome and satisfied. "Oh, I was looking forward to that all day....worth waiting after all," she muttered. "Thanks," I said. After a few more moments, I got on my feet and asked, "So you are relaxed now?" "Yep," she replied. "That's always been relaxing for me." She paused and added, "So I know how it must be for people other than me." I didn't miss that she wasn't looking at my face anymore. "Wait...." it dawned on me. "You sure you're not too relaxed?" I double checked. If she was too relaxed and really needed rest -- or couldn't get enough energy back for the job -- it wouldn't be worth it. "I got some reserves left for this," Lizzy quipped. On that, she sat herself up and put her hands on my hips before I could move. Once she made sure I wasn't leaving, her right hand lowered my zipper, reached in and pulled me out. Without another word, she lowered her mouth on me and started sucking. And God, it was worth it. Lizzy gulped me down deep to set the tone, before massaging me more slowly. Her lips and tongue went up and down my shaft as she moaned quietly, yet she got louder before she came off. Without pausing, her mouth went to my underside and kissed it deeply, with the tip of her tongue soon replacing her lips. It went all the way to the bottom of my cock and went back up, right as her left hand grasped my wet erection. She pumped me below and resumed suckling my tip and head above, while moaning and dabbing her tongue on me. Her eyelids lowered as her alluring green eyes looked up at me, seeing me visibly melt at her skills. It was a blowjob that made my toes curl into my shoes, and made most of the rest of my body tingle. Lizzy took her time and made sure every inch of my cock was taken care of in some way. I didn't know if she learned this on her own or learned it in some way thanks to "Masters of Sex," but I couldn't look into it at that time. Lizzy put both hands on my shaft and concentrated her lips and tongue on my head, kissing and rubbing it on her lips. She took her lips lower and removed her right hand, promptly taking the top half of my cock into her hot mouth and bobbling down. Her left hand pumped me in tune with her mouth stroking me, as her right went right onto my ass. Although Lizzy had been so vocal and descriptive when I blew her, I had no words for my part. I didn't have the capacity to come up with them -- at least words other than "Ugh." Since my hands were just hanging there, I thought they could show my appreciation for me. My right tried by going onto Lizzy's cheek, resisting the urge to push her head down further. Instead, I brought it to the back of her neck, rubbing my thumb gently over the front to sooth her. The next thing I knew, Lizzy licked up my cock, blew on it and then kissed up to my head, so I presumed it worked. My left hand tried to massage her neck and shoulder too, which made Lizzy keep moaning on me. Maybe she would have regardless, but I wasn't about to make her come off and answer. However, she came off me anyway. With nothing on my cock, I took my hand off her in a bit of childish revenge -- or maybe just to put something on there. Before I could take over the job, though, Lizzy's hands went on her blouse instead of me. She lifted it over her head and threw it away, leaving her completely nude, as it turns out. I didn't see any nudity from Lizzy 11 years ago. I did see a share of it on "True Blood" and "Masters of Sex" so I already knew what I missed out on. But knowing it and seeing it were two different things, as I remembered while seeing her full breasts rise and fall. They must have been right between a B and C-cup -- maybe a B+. I had no vocal comment, and neither did Lizzy -- aside from her mouth going back on me. My hands rested on her shoulders again, but it was clear she wanted them lower. There was little else I wanted at that point too. Once I grabbed a hold of Lizzy's supple breasts, I pushed them up and put my palms on her nipples. I rubbed them as Lizzy rubbed my shaft, making us both moan in the process. I found my voice while cupping her tits and feeling her cup my balls, although it still just said, "Fuck, yes...." All of a sudden, Lizzy remembered to unbuckle my belt and take my pants and underwear down. I wanted to get them off my ankles, but I couldn't once Lizzy put her hands on my bare ass and went back to town. Gripping my ass tightly and pushing it forward, Lizzy bobbed up and down like I was really fucking her mouth. I almost did it myself, but I kept my hands on her tits and pushed them up in lue of pushing her head down. However, she got me down my throat without my help. I groaned to the heavens at that point, distracting me from Lizzy popping her mouth off. Strangely, she went the opposite approach from before and licked me all too slowly. The tip of her tongue dug into my slit, only to slide right down my shaft in a torturously slow manner. I kept speaking in only groans as Lizzy wrapped her lips around me, sucked oh so gently and moaned oh so deeply. She popped off, came back on and did the same, only with her tongue back on my slit. She came off, repeated the process and added a doe eyed glare up at me. Just when I thought I could take no more, Lizzy broke the gentle treatment and sucked me right down into her throat. I held onto her tits and tried to hold onto my cum for dear life, but Lizzy tried to suck it down directly. When it seemed she'd get close, she came off and completely let go of my cock, leaving me in hellish limbo. I almost forgot my pride and asked, "Please...." until Lizzy spared me by putting her tongue on my slit. She kept her mouth open and licked it up in plain sight, then slowly put her hands on my ass and her lips around my head. Finally, she moaned what sounded like approval for me to let go, with her lovely eyes encouraging me even further. A few more suckles was all the added approval I needed, and all I could take. I exploded right onto Lizzy's tongue and mouth, hoping I didn't churn out more than she could handle. She swallowed the opening spurts, but came off and let me land the rest into her open mouth. Mine was open for different reasons by then. After I finally got everything out, Lizzy closed her mouth, kissed my tip before it started deflating, and sat back down with a smirk. I didn't have that much energy for a while, as I merely had enough to collapse next to her on the couch. My bare ass was on it, but so was hers, so I had an excuse -- if I cared to make one. I had no comment on anything at that moment, leaving Lizzy to break the silence. "Interesting style you're going with," she noted, making me remember I was the only one with clothes on. With my shirt and shoes still on and my pants and underwear around my ankles, I looked as messy as Lizzy looked stunning -- nearly. "Would you feel better if we matched?" I asked, risking that she wouldn't want to. When Lizzy reached up and fiddled with the top button on my shirt, I figured it paid off. I kicked my shoes off and finally got my pants and undergarments on the floor. As for my shirt, I got it off myself and spared Lizzy the work. However, she worked on my chest in another way by kissing down to my nipples. For symmatry's sake, I put my hands back on her nipples in return. I hoped this gave me the go ahead to kiss them as well -- but I remembered there was something else I hadn't kissed. Going by the principle of 'first things first,' I chose to kiss Lizzy's mouth instead. While I knew her lips felt soft and hot on my cock, she had enough of that left over for my lips too. Her tongue slowly met mine as her hand went into my hair, and I kept one of mine on her tits. My free hand went onto her lower back and lowered her onto the couch, helping her to truly relax. I laid on top of Lizzy and kept kissing her slowly, not caring that my cock wouldn't feel the side effects for a while. Lizzy was more likely to get going again right now, so my left hand moved down her body as my mouth moved down to her neck. Her husky moans gave me a tiny little tingle, but that was all I could muster for now -- perhaps not for too long, though. As for her, I gave her more to go on when my finger returned to her pussy. It circled her gently while my mouth nibbled on her upper chest. At last, I reached her full breasts and pushed her right one up as my lips latched on. "Mmm....think you can get me wet again?" Lizzy challenged. "One of us should be," I muttered into her breast. "We can be more ambitious than that," Lizzy argued, as I felt her hand drift down. "I think you drained me too much for that," I pointed out. "Then who better to fill you back up, right?" she counter pointed as she held my flaccid cock. Despite her hand's talents, I wasn't gonna get back up any time soon. However, Lizzy had other tactics. Although I couldn't really go into her yet, she guided my head to her pussy and rubbed it against her lips. Admittedly, it gave me some sensation, and it sounded like she was getting some too. Lizzy wrapped her legs around my waist and began dry humping against me, letting our bare, drained genitals rub up on each other. With her tit in my mouth and free hand, and her groans serving as a soundtrack, I saw and felt a method to the madness. Both my hands went onto her hips as my lips went to her left breast. I got into humping her body and helped her tits bounce as a side effect, while I went back and forth on them. Eventually I went back to her mouth, just in time to cover both our moans. I'd gotten up to half mast by now from rubbing against Lizzy. To get the rest of it up, I took my growing cock and rubbed my head onto Lizzy's lower lips again. I didn't go in, although I could have now, but gliding and teasing her opening was enough at the moment. Lizzy stopped humping me and laid back, breaking our kiss. My mouth returned to her neck and my right hand went back on her chest, adding to her sensations. I felt my head getting fuller and wetter against her pussy, with the rest of my shaft not far behind. "See? There's always something to do," Lizzy bragged, setting up to reach down for my cock and pump it along. She even fingered herself and put some of the juices on my shaft for extra help. "Hold that thought," I forced out, ready to handle the next step. I moved her hand away from me and grabbed myself, teasing her pussy lips anew. This time, however, I put the head in when I was done. I slowly started pumping Lizzy and added more of myself with each thrust. Once I got comfortable, I rocked into her and went back to kissing her. But before long, I got all of me into her and I lifted my body up in the process. I settled into sitting on my knees on the couch, with Lizzy still on her back. She put her legs back around my hips as I reentered her, putting my hands on her waist for added balance. I quickly set a steady pace, leaving Lizzy to sit back and enjoy the show. She saw me thrust in and out of her, and saw my hand go back to her center for good measure. I teased her with the tip of my left finger, right as my right fingers teasingly slid up her body. They landed on her right breast and stayed there for a while, before making their way to her left. Lizzy looked and sounded like she was enjoying the journey regardless. She did try to reach towards me, but couldn't get far while she was on her back. I figured I would worry about that later -- yet Lizzy was more impatient. She bucked herself back against my groin, which didn't strike me as suspicious, or anything less than hot, As it turned out, she was building momentum to rise up, wrap her arms around me and sit up on my lap. All I could do was try not to fall on my back. Once I managed that, I started trying to adjust to the new position. Lizzy had a head start, holding on tight with her arms and legs and riding herself on me. I still needed to hold onto her in some way, so I settled on holding her ass. "Hello there," Lizzy teased when I had it all sorted out. She quickly pecked my lips and fucked herself on my cock even quicker. I did make myself catch up and meet her thrusts while keeping my hands locked on her ass. Lizzy's chest pressed against mine, keeping her tits from bouncing too much -- although they collided onto my chest quite well anyway. I watched her cleavage rise and fall, until I paid more attention further below. My fingers headed back for her pussy to help Lizzy along, despite how she was helping herself -- and me by extension. Nevertheless, there was no such thing as too much help for her. Both my index fingers did their job to make sure of that. "Oh, I like that," Lizzy filled me in. "Do you too?" she asked as her hips came down on me harder, skewering my answer. "I got no complaints," I answered accurately. "Good," Lizzy said. "Could use a rest, though." Lizzy actually unwrapped her legs around me, so I thought she was being literal. Before I got too upset, she pushed me down so that my back landed against the couch's arm after all. She kept her hands on my chest to keep me down, then settled herself back on top of me. In this context, relaxing meant lying on top of me as she slowly rode me again. It seemed to make a difference, as her seductive eyes and sultry smile sure looked relaxed in front of me. Her subsequent kisses were slow, steamy and relaxing as well, as she put a hand on my cheek and slid her tongue past my lips. My left hand went back to her ass and pussy while my right landed on her hair. She fucked me faster while somehow keeping her kisses slow, although my hips couldn't quite keep up. Yet at that moment, I was content to let Lizzy set the pace. I had just enough time to be amazed that snarky outcast Janis Ian/snarky actress Lizzy Caplan was doing this to me. Then again, these last several days should have taught me to expect anything. Like the fact I'd probably be cumming soon, despite being so drained earlier. In that case, I didn't have much time to help drain Lizzy. With that in mind, I pulled out all the stops I had left. I put my left forefinger back on her pussy, working it over along with my cock. In the meantime, my lips broke from her mouth and went to her left breast, while my right hand pushed up her right breast. Somehow amidst all this, I focused enough to fuck her faster than ever. It was a four way attack that drove Lizzy out of control, in a nice last minute change of pace. She moaned, yelled out a few fucks, and tried to buck herself back on my hips. But with my cock and finger working her and my mouth and hand working her chest, she was left to just ride it out. "Fuck me, make me cum!" Lizzy gritted, as if I wasn't going overboard to do that. I did have to slow my cock down so I wouldn't go with her, though. But my finger helped rub her further along, as my teeth and right hand tweaked her nipples enough too. Still, Lizzy's hips seemed to be getting a second wind. "Come on, cum for me...." I asked, for my sake and hers. Lizzy rode me deeper and helped herself, though I wasn't sure about me. With time for one last idea, I took my right hand off her tit and put it in front of her pussy -- rubbing it along while my left hand kept rubbing her in back. My mouth caught her breast and suckled it to add one more surge of pressure. "Yes! Yes, fucking...." Lizzy left hanging in lue of more moans. The last few seemed to signal that I'd done the trick. I suckled her nipple deeply one last time and pulled away, as my fingers and cock got her to the finish. Lizzy threw her head back and grabbed my shoulders, helping her stay steady as she rode her orgasm on me. I closed my eyes to ride out her release, making sure to look away when I opened them. I felt Lizzy's hips slowing down and heard her pant in relief -- though she'd probably remember my relief hadn't come before long. It didn't come at that moment, judging by how she laid back on the couch and slipped off me. I finally looked down to see Lizzy on her back, catching her breath. My cock was now out of her, erect and fairly wet. I looked at how close it was to going off, then looked down at Lizzy in the midst of her afterglow -- exhausted, satisfied and sexy as hell. The kind of sight that would make someone jack off then and there. All things considered, that was probably the most fitting way to end this. Even if I was the only one who'd really understand how. Before Lizzy's juices dried too much on my cock, I began pumping. I doubted I'd really need that much, as I studied Lizzy's wet opening and heaving chest before seeing her face. She locked eyes with me before seeing what I was doing, yet she didn't give out any reaction. Either I fucked them out of her, or she was ready to see the show. Maybe 20 percent of the first, 80 of the other. Either way, it was a show she'd get. My hand went faster and my thumb rubbed my head, feeling the pre cum coming out. I didn't have a specific plan on where to shoot, as I just wanted to get myself there. For the record, I had her stomach in range by the time I started boiling over. I was all but lost now -- too much to mind as Lizzy reached over and took the bottom of my shaft. My hand stayed on the top as Lizzy cheated and rubbed me to the finish line. Since she did, she made sure I shot my first few spurts on her stomach, then went up to her chest. She aimed the last few strands at her neck before we both let go of my shaft. It was deflating again, but it wasn't going back up any time soon. Not before I had to leave, anyway. There was still a few minutes left before we had to worry about that. I stayed quiet and got my head back in order, while Lizzy cleaned my cum off -- both with a tissue from her skirt and her own fingers. After licking them clean, she sat up and took it all in like I was doing. "You know I got myself off a lot on the set? Even late at night when no one was there," Lizzy temporarily made my blood go cold. "But clearly you can't get everything by yourself." "Clearly," was all I had for her. "You said the reunion's not all set yet. So all that's off the record by default, right?" Lizzy inquired. "Well....I can keep a secret if you can," I answered, knowing well it was one of the most truthful things I'd ever said. But I had two chances left to top that. Among other things I could wind up topping. As improbable as that looked right now.

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Title: Behind Locked Doors | Part 6 by Rivard Tags: Gay Relationships, Police, Story Progression, Story Series First of all, I'm so sorry for the wait. I had to stop writing for a bit because of finals. Now that those are out of the way, I can continue this series! Speaking of that, I've mapped out the rest of this and it should go until part 10 and then the epilogue. But enough about stuff that you don't care about, let's get on with the show! \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Kyle and I made our way back up to Mike's hospital room. My mind was still clouded with all the new things that I just learned about Kyle. I felt horrible for Kyle and everything that happened to him. This came with a growing hatred towards his father. Then I remembered the way that I treated Mr. Grey mistaking him for Kyle's actual father. I made a mental note to talk to him after seeing Mike once more. Once Kyle and I entered Mike's room, I noticed that Kyle's family was no longer in there. It came as a sort of relief to me because I just avoided an awkward moment for the time being. Mike noticed us as soon as we stepped in. I heard the beat of his tail against the bed and that helped me feel better. "I was wondering where you went off to." Mike said with his usual enthusiasm. "Yeah, sorry about that." I said. Mike lifted up his paw, "Don't worry about it. So, anything new going on since, you know, last time?" Oh yeah, a lot happened since the last time we had spoke. I looked over at Kyle and knew that he was thinking the same thing as me. "Nope, not really," I answered. "At least I didn't miss anything," Mike said without noticing the glance that Kyle and I shared and grabbed a deck of cards for the small table next to his bed and started shuffling them. "You guys want to play some poker? I've been dying of boredom here." "Alright," I said, "you got chips?" "Already taken care of," Mike said pulling out a case of them from a bag, "one of the benefits of being in the hospital for saving someone else is that a lot of people like to give you gifts." "Can I join in?" said a voice from behind me. I looked around and saw John standing there leaning against the doorframe with his tail swinging behind him and a smirk on his muzzle. It was really good to see him again and it had been a while since I had seen John and that made me feel a little guilty. John walked up to the bed. "It's good to see you again," he said to Mike holding out his paw. Mike took it and pulled John in and they both used their other arm to give a brief half-hug. John grabbed a chair and we commenced to play poker. Mike took the deck of card and started shuffling them like a pro. "Alright bitches," he said, "This here is Texas Hold 'Em." We played for what seemed like hours, but we didn't care about the time. It was the first time that all of us were together happily for a long time. After I had taken just about everyone's chips, a nurse walked into the room. "I'm sorry," The feline said, "but you all need to go. Mike needs his rest." Mike chuckled, "Come on Laura, I just came out of a coma, I've had plenty of rest." "Don't you use that tone with me," Laura replied with a playful smile on her face. Mike blushed under his fur after Laura spoke. I wasn't sure if anyone else noticed it but me, but I kept quiet. I looked back at the nurse. She seemed young and by judging from her looks, she seemed only a couple years older. Mike looked at me and I looked back at Mike and gave him a quizzical look raising one eyebrow and darted my eyes between him and Laura. Mike got the message because he turned redder. He then shook his head slightly and said to everyone, "Sorry guys, but I can't say no to her, otherwise I wont get extra pudding." We all said our goodbyes to Mike before stepping out of the room and down the hallway making our way around other visitors, doctors, and nurses. As we walked I turned to John. "Hey John?" I asked him. "Yeah," he answered. "I'm really sorry for being so distant lately. If it seemed like I was pushing you away or avoiding you, know that that wasn't what I was trying to do." "It's okay Allen, you're going through a lot right now." I put my arm around John and pulled his shoulder against mine and he did the same to me as he returned the bro hug. We let go and with a smirk on the fox's muzzle he looked over at Kyle, "you better watch out Kyle, Allen's a player." I gave a teasing punch against John's arm, which he overplayed and acting like his arm was broken. I then felt Kyle take a hold of my paw. "Don't worry," Kyle said, "no one's going to take my wolf." We made it to the lobby and saw that Kyle's family was still there waiting for us. Kyle went to talk to them as I went to get a drink from one of the water fountains. I lapped up the water, even though it had on odd taste to it. I stood upright to join everyone else when I saw Kyle's dad standing right behind me. "Oh!" I jumped, "Mr. Grey, sorry, I didn't see you there." "It's okay Allen," he said. "I wanted to talk to you." He made is way to a secluded part of the lobby out of earshot from anyone else. I followed half a pace behind him. Once it seemed like he was satisfied with the privacy he stopped. "Allen," Mr. Grey said, "it has come to my attention that you know more than you let on." I knew exactly what he was talking about. My ears drooped down and I replied, "Yeah. I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier today." "Don't worry about it Allen, Kyle told me about what you heard with the Detective. Personally, I don't think that that detective should have brought you along. That's not what concerns me right now though. I does have me worried is that Kyle also said that he told you about his past, from his actual father to how he ended up here. "Yeah he did," I said, "he," I paused, "he told me everything." I lowered my head not in shame, but sadness. "It's a tough story I know," Mr. Grey said as he put his paw on my shoulder. "As his father now, it's hard to hear." I could see his eyes water a bit, but he wiped them with his paw and continued, "But now that you know everything, I have to implore you to keep quiet about all of this. I know you want to get justice; I do too. To be honest if I saw his actual father, I'd strangle him in a second, but you have to keep your head down. A lot of work has been done by a lot of people to keep Kyle and Cole safe. If anyone hears about this, then you put both of their lives in danger. Kyle should have never told you, but since he did, you have to swear to me that you will not breathe this to another soul." "I swear Mr. Grey," I said, "I won't do anything to harm Kyle or Cole." "I know you wont," he said. \--x-- The bus came to a squeaking halt downtown. I made my way around a couple people and hopped off of the bus. The doors closed behind me as the hunk of metal rolled away. I turned to my left and made my way down the couple of blocks downtown to where the police station was. The familiar sight of the stations met me as I entered through the double doors and stepped in. I walked over to the receptionist at the front counter. "I'm here to see Detective Bosh," I told her. "Do you have an appointment?" the sheep said without looking up from her computer. "Uh, no," I answered, "but it's important that I see him right away." "Are you here to report a crime?" she said in her monotone voice. "No," I answered again, "I just need to talk to him. He knows who I am just say that I need to speak with him," She finally took her gaze from the computer and looked at me, "I'm sorry, but Detective Bosh is busy right now and can't see anyone unless he has told me of it in advanced." She then looked away and went back to her computer. I stood there for a second to find something to say but nothing came to mind. I turned around and took a few steps away when I stopped to look down the hallway. People in suits and others in casual clothes were walking through the hall and coming in and out of doors. I took a quick glance over towards the receptionist whose eyes were still transfixed on the monitor. I took a few steps closer to the hall while still looking at the sheep to make sure she didn't see me. When she made no indications that she saw me, I headed down the hallway to Bosh's office. I had to weave my way around a bunch of people in the hall until I saw the door with Bosh's name on the front. The door was ajar and I didn't hear anything going on inside. I hesitated for a moment as I contemplated whether or not I should open the door. I figured that I had already gone this far, so I put my paws against the door and opened it slowly. Bosh didn't notice me open the door and walk in. He sat reading papers in a manila folder. I took a few steps closer to Bosh's desk and said, "Detective Bosh?" Bosh looked up quickly when he heard me. He quickly closed the folder when he saw that it was me and hastily pushed it to one side. "Allen," he said, "What are you doing here?" "I, uh, I came to see what you found out about Kyle's dad." I answered. Bosh had a confused look on his face for a split second, but it then went away as fast as it came. "Well, I looked into it and I couldn't find anything on Mr. Grey. I know this must be hard to hear but-" I cut him off, "I mean about Kyle's biological father." Bosh raised an eyebrow at me, "so you know." "Yes," I answered, "Kyle told me everything. I figured you would have found out too. Now, what are we doing about it?" "We?" "Yes, we!" I yelled, "I'm not going to sit here and see what happens, I have to do this for Kyle, for Cole, and for Mike." "What about yourself?" Bosh asked I paused for a moment after hearing that question. I wasn't sure what to say to it. All that could come out of my muzzle was, "What?" "Allen, you've gone under enormous stress since I first saw you. Everything that has happened to you is sending you into something very profound. You feel as though you are responsible for everything that has happened. What you need to realize is that you can't always take care of things by yourself. As hard as that may be to hear, it's the truth. You're a college student, you need to be worrying about your finals and not Kyle's father." "Not care?" I asked, "How the hell am I suppose to not care about Kyle? He is everything to me. Not just my boyfriend, but he is the reason I haven't gone insane. The only thing that can completely put me at ease is if I can resolve this somehow." "Trust me, if it were up to me, I'd let you in on what's going on and have you help out because you've got a knack for this sort of thing. But the fact of the matter is that you cannot legally do anything. We have professionals that can do this sort of thing and I cannot let you do anything with me. The one thing that you should do is to be with your boyfriend and with Mike. You can give them support." Frustrations took over all emotions. I wanted to burst and yell at him for not letting me get involved, but I knew that I had to hold back. I just stood there. Then a tear formed in my eye as I realized that there was nothing that I could do about it. I stormed out of Bosh's office and slammed the door behind me and into the hallway. I saw a restroom across the hall and I pushed the door open and walked in. No one was inside, which was perfect for me. I went to the door of one of the stalls and punched it in my frustration. The impact from my knuckles against the door made a sizeable dent in the door and my knuckles hurt really bad. I shook my paw in pain as I instantly regretted doing it. I walked over to the sink and ran some cold water. I cupped my paws to collect some of it and splashed it on my face and muzzle a couple of times. I grabbed some paper towels and dried off my fur. Once I threw the last one away, I looked at my reflection in the mirror. My reflection looked back at me in a kind of defeated expression. The feeling of giving up started to win me over. I closed my eyes and shook my head saying, "No. I am not just going to sit around and hope for the best." The feeling of giving up started to subside and my confidence came back a little. Only one thought stood in my way, *How?* My mind raced as I thought of different ways that I could get back involved, but nothing came up. I felt the anger rising up again when it hit me, "the folder," I whispered to myself. I closed my eyes as I started to think back on my entry. As soon as I entered, he looked scared and tried to hide it as soon as he saw that it was me. Would he have looked so nervous if it didn't involve me or Kyle? There was no harm in trying, but I had to figure out how to get a look into the folder. I put my paws on the sides of the sink and I racked my brains on how to get Bosh out of his office and me in. I thought about creating some sort of disturbance to distract him, but then I'd have to get someone else to do it and I didn't know anyone here that would be willing to help. I slammed my paw against the counter and squinted my eyes shut in hope that I would think of something. I heard the door to the bathroom open and I jumped. I whipped my head around to see that it was just a squirrel that walked in. The squirrel seemed confused as to why I was jumpy. I put my head down and walked out of the bathroom back out into the hallway. Once the door shut behind me, I looked at Bosh's door, which remained closed. I turned to my left and headed down the hallway to an unoccupied bench. I sat down and put my head in my paws trying to come up with something. The sound of a door opening caused my right ear to twitch and I looked up to see Bosh leaving his office. He pushed the door behind him to close it, but it didn't close all the way. Bosh seemed to be unaware of that and kept walking down the hall where he then disappeared behind a corner. I didn't want to waste this luck. I immediately stood up as soon as Bosh was out of sight and headed towards his office door. I push the door open slowly afraid that there was someone else inside, but found that there was no one occupying the room. I headed straight for the desk and walked around it and stood next to the chair and searched the surface. I found a manila folder and opened it. Inside was about some sort of robbery case. Seeing that it was unrelated to what I was looking for, I closed it and motioned to put it back when I saw another manila folder that looked like it was shoved under a pile of papers. I pulled it out and read that the tab had nothing written on it, but across the front read, GREY INVESTIGATION. I opened it and inside was Kyle's face accompanied with a list of basic information about him such as eye color and his previous name. I flipped the paper and saw another sheet of paper with a small photo of a Doberman attached to it by a paperclip. The paper consisted of a bunch of small notes that read "OFFICER JOHNSON" "UNDERCOVER FOR 3 YEARS" "ASSOCIATED WITH FRANZ" I looked around at the other notes written down and then I saw the number 555-3327. I looked around for a sheet of scrap paper that Bosh wouldn't know was missing when he got back. I opened up the drawer directly underneath the desk and saw some sticky notes. I figured that Bosh wouldn't notice a sticky note missing so I grabbed a pen and hastily wrote the number down. I looked back on the sheet of paper in case there was anything on it that I should know. I saw, scribbled below the phone number, "GOES BY ZIG" and "CODEWORD EVEREST." I wrote those down on the sticky note and shoved it in my pocket. Fearing that Bosh was coming back soon, I closed the manila folder and place it back under the papers and tried to align it so that it seemed like it was undisturbed. Once I was satisfied with how it looked, I quickly walked around the desk and to the door. As soon as my paw rested on the doorknob, I went back into stealth mode. As quietly as I could, I opened the door and stuck my muzzle out of the door. I check to my left and my right to make sure that no one paid any attention to me. To my gratification, no one seemed to notice or care that I came out of Bosh's office. I took off down the hallway toward the front entrance. I was about thirty feet from the reception desk, when Bosh came around the corner. My heart missed a beat and I immediately turned around so that only my back faced him. I saw a water fountain a few feet in front of me and I took refuge to it. I bent over and lapped up the water coming up as I heard Bosh walk past me without noticing. My body shivered a little as I thought of how close that was. Once Bosh was well past me, I stood back up and headed out of the station.

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Title: Dracula's Slumberous Sex Life Ch. 02 Tags: vampires, bdsm, spanking, paddle, dungeon, dream, marriage, collar *This chapter turned out a bit differently than planned...* \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* June 21, 2009 From the Desk of Christophe X, Count Dracula I dreamt of her again last night, my sweet, fanged succubus, who has now been missing ten years. We shared a hot, charged interlude with several other of us fanged "creatures of the night." Now, more than ever, I appreciate the cloak of inky night as it brings me closer to her, if only in my dreams. On this, the tenth anniversary of her disappearance, I wanted to prepare a special tableau for her. I had recently observed, not by choice, mind you, the full extent of the depravity of King Stuart as he enslaved Bitsy, Katya's sister. I had warned him at the trial what would happen if he harmed her, but he didn't seem to listen or mind. At a dinner held by the king, purely for my "benefit," he treated Bitsy like a whore. Bitsy, whose cold countenance could freeze colder than the Carpathian peaks in winter, burned for him, a needy slut. My business partner and assistant. And, I should add this, it wasn't that I lusted after Bitsy when she kneeled before Stuart in supplication, her entire being focused on any crumbs of attention he would bestow. It wasn't that at all. Bitsy and Katya are nearly identical. Katya has always tended to be the softer one, the quieter one, the submissive one. But it wasn't until I saw Bitsy in that pose that I superimposed Katya with Bitsy and myself with Stuart. And knew how our "anniversary" dream must go. We were childhood sweethearts, were raised as brother and sister, in fact, although I knew long before Katya that we were no blood relation. She was my first. My only. I had and still have eyes for no one else. I cherished her beyond all bearing. Could I really debase and humiliate my only love and make her my slut, my whore? Many nights went into making mental preparations for the night. I realized, early on in these slumbering sessions, that I could "program" them if I concentrated on certain tableaus or props leading up to them. My computer screen saw images it had never seen before leading up to that night. Paddles, crops, whips, clamps, rope...a Master's paradise. I visited stores and felt the items, stroked things like butt plugs and dildoes, things my still-sexually-limited brain could not comprehend. Each night, when she would come to me and cum for me, I held my tongue to keep from telling her of the surprise I had in store for her. I guided her deeper and deeper down the path of a depravity neither of us had ever known. The orgy of the night before took all I had not to intervene. The thought of those other hands touching her, other cocks and mouths bringing her to satisfaction, made my warrior's blood boil with jealousy. But then, I saw her cum...and cum again...and I realized that doing so would deprive her of an orgasmic experience that I could never give her by myself. But tonight was all her...and me. And an odd assortment of toys and bondage paraphernalia, I thought to myself wryly. I showered and slipped into a black silk robe that slid coyly over my skin, teasing my hard cock to rocklike attention. My teeth gritting together firmly, I nonetheless refused to reach down to alleviate the pressure of my desire. That was my newly awakened submissive wife's job as we slept this night. Finally, I could take the torment no more. My robe parted to reveal my rampant cock, much like that of Priapus, spearing through the gloom. My balls, already engorged with the excitement of the night's festivities to come, were also rock hard beneath my rocky column. I fell into a fitful slumber. I "awoke" to a stark contrast to the pasha's den of the evening before. No softness here. The iron bars of what appear to be a cell await Katya's arrival. I touch them, they are cold as the ice they are as hard as. I picture myself flinging her against these bars, her soft white flesh compressed with the bars. She will shiver from the coldness of the dungeon, I muse. I shake off the part of me that would want to pamper her with warm blankets. This is no place for warm blankets, only for floggers and paddles, butt plugs and clamps. I look at the wall to my right. The implements that I had researched, touched, and even purchased hung by hooks from the board. A sharp intake of breath that followed on the tails of my nose catching a whiff of the aroma of Katya's arousal alerted me to her presence. I looked at my sweet wife who I hoped to make my slave tonight. She already wore my rings (wedding and betrothal, both heirlooms), but now I wanted her to wear my collar (that I bought for her and her alone). She appeared shocked—and a bit scared. "What is this?" Katya asked, her eyes darting around taking in all aspects of the dungeon. "This is our anniversary celebration," I began, but was quickly interrupted. "Our anniversary celebration?" Her gaze seemed to focus on the paddles and whips. "And you want to punish me for this particular anniversary?" "No. And yes," I said, deliberately confusing her. Her voice came out as a squeak. "Yes?" "You enjoyed last night, right?" When she nodded, as if in a daze, I continued, "Well, tonight will be the same, simply more." "More?" I rushed to clarify. "More pleasure. More sensations. I saw someone doing stuff like this and thought of you. I think of you; just like all those years ago, I think of you and get hard. And I pictured you and me in this place and got so hard I couldn't even think." "What happens here?" She was softening, I could tell. Trusting me, her husband and dearest love, to guide her through this. Would she soften enough to wear my collar, call me Master? "An exploration of our deepest and darkest desires." I offered no other explanation. She walked over to a small padded bench, perhaps the most innocuous piece of furniture in the room. Little did she know, I mused as she settled comfortably down. She had dressed with care for tonight. A silver babydoll gown showed her perfect breasts off to their perfection. My fingers itched to mark them with loving kisses of the flogger. Mark her as MINE, damn it! So that she would bear those marks in consciousness wherever she was hiding from Tracy Bathory. Still a bit nervous, she nonetheless kept her chin up as I approached. I knelt before her and looked deeply in her eyes. "Do you trust me with this room? Trust me to bring you pleasure and a measure of pain that turns to incandescent pleasure that we can share." "I trust you," she said, without hesitation. But, even then, I wasn't sure that she understood what all it entailed. "For this to work, you will refer to Me as 'Master,' and I will call you 'slave' or 'pet.'" She nodded, as if she were rolling the words around in her mind. To hammer the point home, I added, "And you will follow my directions without balking." Now, my wife may be known by one and all for being docile and incredibly sweet and giving. And she is. She's also as stubborn as a mule. Even now, her mouth set in a mulish line. I kissed her hard, nearly punishingly, opening her lips with my own and dominating her mouth with my tongue that pressed inexorably passed her lips. The kiss continued for several seconds, until I felt her lips soften beneath me, felt her tongue cling to mine, seeking blind assurance. I pulled away, and she fell forward slightly, lips parted, questing. "Stand," I commanded, a tone that she had heard me direct at others, but never at her. She stood. "Strip, my sweet pet," my hardness now an ache above my thighs. Her eyes seemed to be locked on my cock. Had she ever seen me that hard? "Now, slave!" I ground out. Her fingers hooked beneath the spaghetti straps of the top of the gown. She slid them down and then shimmied out of the silky material, leaving it in a soft pool at her feet, shiny despite the gloom. I looked at her and flexed my fingers to keep from pouncing on her. Her hair was a tangled waterfall of ebony, a cloak not quite hiding her full breasts with tight pink nipples that beaded still tighter under my observation. My eyes slid further where her furred pussy lips gleamed with the incontrovertible proof of her desire...for me...and for my dominance. "That soft stool that you think is so not a part of this, my pet, is a spanking bench." I picked up a paddle, the kindest of the lot (Yes, I had tested them), and sat down on the bench. "You see, its comfort is for my bottom, not yours, my pet." I patted my lap invitingly. My cock stood at such a sharp angle that her belly would surely be impaled. The mulish slant to her lips was back. The recalcitrant slave. I gestured to my lap again, and she shook her head, an illustration of defiance. I put the steel behind my words. "Bend that ass over, slave, now!" "Don't wanna," she said, putting a finger in her mouth. I was taken aback but then sputtered with laughter. My slave was being a brat on purpose. "Now, brat," I said, grasping one of her hands and pulling her down over my lap, my cock pressing into my cock pressing in to her soft white belly. I heard her muffled "Oof" of surprise, but I simply went on talking in a calm, soothing manner as my paddle caressed her tender butt cheeks. "In honor of our tenth year apart, we will begin with ten cracks of the paddle. After that, you are free to evaluate the agreement. To determine if we proceed further with this delicate dance of Master and slave. Are you ready?" At her reluctant nod, I swung back and let the paddle fly. Crack! A shrill shriek burst from my love's lips and her fingers clenched above her head to stop from reaching back to soothe her poor, reddened bum. Smack! A second smack of the paddle landed squarely where the first hit, and Katya squealed. It was at that moment, I started to feel a telltale wetness squarely beneath her bottom. My fingers probed her sopping slit. Wet! My sweet pet was aroused by the cracks of the paddle. I rained smacks three, four, and five on her upturned ass, right at the sit spot and listened to her moans of desire. I took a break and fingered her slit again, coating my fingers in her juices. "My sweet pet, you might say you don't want this, but your body betrays you. Taste your juices," I directed, offering her my fingers. She took a lick and shivered. While her concentration and focus was on my fingers, I pounded out the remaining strokes of the paddle on her tormented bottom. I didn't "pull my punches." Upon awakening the discovery within my wife, my slave, that she was a pain slut who got off on being spanked, I took the opportunity to hammer that point home. Immediately after the fifth smack landed, I removed my fingers from her mouth and slid them in her scorchingly hot, steamy cavern of her pussy. I tapped her g-spot once, twice, and then pushed her over the edge the third time when I told her, "Cum for me, my slave wife." Her scream echoed throughout the dungeon chamber. I pulled her up and kissed her, tenderly, lovingly, and wiped her tears away. She snuffled. "I still want this...Master. I want to serve you for the rest of my life." As on our wedding day, she kissed my wedding band that she had placed there. I reached for the thin strip of black leather on the bench beside me. With a few deft strokes, I secured it around her neck. I kissed the rings I had placed on her fingers all those years ago. Then, I nuzzled and bit right below the collar at the base of her neck. The world shimmered around us as daylight threatened to separate us. I didn't know if my collar, a tiny public collar worlds different from the much larger training collar I would bestow upon her tomorrow, would transfer back to her when she awoke. Sometimes things did; sometimes they didn't. I looked to the stocks just to the right of the spanking bench. Tomorrow night I would introduce her to the delights of that particular apparatus. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* I didn't plan on the BDSM elements happening; as usual, my characters took my best intentions and ran away and hid them. Thanks to any readers who have waited for this story to continue. I promise more is coming. After all, Katya has to have her say about being a slave.

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Title: Bee and David Ch. 02 Tags: interracial romance, romance, drama, white man, black woman *\*I want to thank everyone for their kind feedback and comments. I made the first chapter relatively short because I wasn't quite sure which direction I was going with this story. Thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy chapter 2-CoCo\** \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "I need direct deposit," she muttered leaving work. Rushing, she didn't notice the tall figure coming her way until they almost collided. "Sorry," his accent flushed her cheeks,"Bianca, is it?" he gazed down at her. She looked up into concrete eyes that steadied her. "Hello!" she greeted, smiling warmly. Dressed every bit of a hot shot attorney, he wore a navy pinstripe suit with a crisp white button-up and navy tie, his salt and pepper hair ruffled in the breeze while his black Gucci loafers shined. There was something about his eyes that made her feel content. He stared down at her out of uniform. Dark skinny jeans clung to her waist, while a "Bob Marley" graphic tee gave him a better view of her bountiful bust. She shifted in her rainbow colored sneakers. "Back so soon?" she joked. She hadn't seen him in over a month. He had his reasons but just looking into that gorgeous face made his cock twitch. "Been busy around the office," he smiled, "Not working today?" "No." "Awww, that's a shame," he tsked, "I was looking forward to being serviced by you." She gasped lightly at his sexually saturated joke. Thinking he had made her uncomfortable, he opened his mouth to apologize. "Not today," she laughed innocently. Before he could stop himself he invited her to lunch. She accepted on the terms that she could pick the place. They walked down the street towards a quaint cafe. A soft autumn breeze blew, pushing them closer together. They entered the establishment and were instantly seated. "I don't even know your name, sir" she inquired as the waiter left. "Its David, and please no more "sirs", I beg of you" he said, his delicious British accent making her melt. "Sorry," she muttered, "How old are you, David? " He ran a hand through his hair. "Thirty-two." She nodded, her teeth grazed her bottom lip. "Such a mature age" she cooed. He laughed, "If that's a kind way of saying, "you're old", then thank you love." She joined him in a chuckle. "You've got a young spirit, if that helps" she teased. "How can you tell?" he inquired. She crinkled her nose and squinted her eyes. "Its in your eyes. You've got youthful eyes, sir. Um, I mean David" she giggled. His smile deepened, exposing light dimples and a faint blush appeared across his face. "Thank you" he replied staring into her almond shaped eyes. Not one to be intimidated, she stared deeper. Relaxing her shoulders and cocking her head to one side, she gave off an innocent school girl look. He readjusted his posture, trying to get the immense boner under control. She dropped her megawatt smile just as the waiter approached, turning him red. "Can I help you?" a thin, middle-aged black man asked. Bianca shifted her gaze back to the menu. "I'll have the vegan platter with extra mushrooms" she ordered. "And for you, sir?" flustered, he tugged at his tie and scanned the menu. "Um, the special please." "Chicken pot pie, it is." He collected the menus and left to place their order. She leaned forward, puckering her lips and looking in his firey grey eyes. "Uncomfortable?" she questioned. He bit his lip, but smiled. Breathing an air of clarity, he spoke softly and with conviction. "Not at all. Why, its quite the contrary, I find myself more at ease in your presence." He reached across the table and grasped her silky dark hands. An electrical current fused between them and the second they touched, it intensified sending a spark down both their spines. "Wow!" She let out a huge breathe of air. His hands were rather large and warm. The warmth intensified when he squeezed hers in his. "You feel it too?" he asked in a whisper. She nodded, solemnly and grasped his hands tighter. Her eyes glazed over and she inhaled a smokey mint aroma. David leaned forward and raised their meshed hands to his face. A light coconut smell overtook his nostrils. He stuck out his lips and kissed her hands. Letting his stubble graze the back of her hand, he looked into lovely dark half hooded eyes. Someone roughly cleared their throat. They looked up into the stern eyes of their waiter. David raised a brow in confusion. He placed Bianca's platter in front of her with a warm smile and David's in front of him with thin lips. "Anything else?" "No, sir. Thank you" she flashed that smile again. The waiter smiled, a little too wide for David's liking and left. She reached for her fork and hovered above her plate, a wonderfully deep voice stopped her half way. "How do you do that?" She looked up into majestically fierce eyes. Furrowing her brow, she lowered the fork. "Do what?" He rolled his eyes. "How do you make men completely lose their cool around you?" he reiterated the question. Her eyes widened as she assessed the seriousness in his voice. "I don't. I'm completely oblivious to it.The guys I chase usually hold my full attention" she said. He grinned, "You chase?" She smiled, lightly. "I'm used to going after what I want. But lately, I've been the prey" she shrugged her shoulders then proceeded to rub her finger in a circular motion around the top of her glass of water. He stared at her through hooded eyes, his eyebrow raised in intrigue and his lips a thin line. \*I'd never prey on you, baby\* he found himself thinking. She raised her fork once again and scooped up a piece of asparagus. Looking into his eyes she dipped the tip in her mouth, sucked then bit with a single snap before chewing. Her dark brown eyes lightened and that whimsical look appeared on her face again. "Not hungry?" she challenged. He leaned over and grabbed her hand, positioning the rest of the asparagus at the tip of his lips he bit down and engulfed the remainder between his lips. \*Not for food \* another thought ran through his mind. She didn't notice her breathing stopped until a little wafer of air escaped her. "Very" he answered in a whisper staring her down. He leaned back and fixed his tie before digging in. Looking up between bites, he saw her smile and resumed her meal. She really digged into her plate, nibbling on broccoli and offering him bits of it. "I'm really more of a meat and potatoes man" he earnestly replied, shoving a fork full of chicken into his mouth. "You're right about one thing. You are a man" she looked him over once more. Broad shoulders, rippling biceps, chiseled features. "And a big one at that. You must eat some types of veggies. I mean being a growing man and all" she smirked. David looked up and chuckled, "First, I'm old and now I'm fat? You really know how to break a man's heart" he feigned sadness. Bianca laughed. "I'm sorry. I tend to be a bit abrasive, especially to strangers." "Strangers? Here we are enjoying a nice lunch, with an occasional quirk from you and my sensitive soul being bared" he sized her up. Thick curly hair flowing past her delicate shoulders, soft, steady breathing made her firm double D's gently rise then fall. The angelic look she held as he spoke was what really got him hot. Her full cheeks rising into that smile he loved, and button nose crinkling as she concentrated on what he said. Why couldn't he have met her when he was a lad? These feelings for someone he just met weren't natural. "Sensitive, are we?" she teased. He took a final bite of his pie. "Very," he grinned, wiping his mouth. Her eyes traveled to his. A callous look passed through her. She cocked her head to one side, "How old do I look, David?" Noticing a quick change in her attitude, he leaned in closer. "19?" he guessed. She shook her head and leaned forward. "Twenty-two" she said with a glorified smile. He nodded, "Such a mature age." She erupted in laughter. It started as a low chuckle then escalated into a high pitched giggle. He loved it and soon felt himself joining her. She looked down at his hand and for the first time noticed a wedding band. "You're married?" she cocked an eyebrow and stared deeper. His face dropped, lips thinned and eyes dulled. "Yes, I am," he sadly answered. "Separated actually, but legally still married." They stared at each other for a few moments before Bianca spoke. "Why do you still wear a wedding band?" she muttered. "Mostly to ward away unwanted attention," he played with the gold band on his finger, his eyes never left hers. "A reminder, as well, so that next time I won't give my heart away so quickly." "I'm sorry" she apologized. He stilled, "Its fine." "Do you still love her?" His jaw clenched. "No," he hoarsely replied. "Once upon a time I thought I did but now, I know I never really even knew what love was" he confessed. "Do any of us really?" she joked. He gave her a tight smile. "I've never really talked to anyone about us and our marital hardships. I'm sorry for unloading on you." "I'm a good listener," she replied. "And besides, I love your accent. I could listen to you all day." He laughed, a hearty youthful one. "I mean if I had your number, then you could listen to it all day" he proposed, eyes still twinkling. She crinkled her nose as they exchanged numbers. A triumphant smile lay etched on his lips. "I'll be right back" she said leaving the table. His phone rang. "Crete" he answered. "Dave," Trevor's voice rang out. "Man, where are you? You're gonna miss the meeting with Sonic Tech." David quickly glanced at his watch. he'd been gone for almost 2 hours. "Damn," he grimaced standing up. "I'll be there in 10. Stall them." Grabbing his suit jacket, he tossed a bill on the table just as Bianca came back. "Something wrong?" He leaned over, their faces inches from each other. "Late for a meeting. I'm sorry, I've gotta rush." He reached for her hand and laid a soft kiss upon her knuckles. "Until next time, Bee" he growled with a smile. Not waiting for an answer, he gave her a wink and glided out the cafe. She watched him sprint across the street and hail a cab. A look of pure adorement crossed her face as she passed their waiter, collecting the bill. Pulling her cream hoodie on, she thanked him and strolled out. A second man walked up. "Another of our women, stolen by them" their waiter told his friend. "Why can't they just leave our gals alone?" he exasperated, shaking his head. They watched her leave the cafe and casually strut across the street. A look of disappointment and years of prejudice mirrored in their eyes. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Bianca lied in her bed staring at the darkness. She shifted her arm and moved onto her stomach. Raising her head, she looked over at the glowing alarm clock. 2 am on a Saturday. "Ohhh! Yes! Harder!" loud moans echoed from her roommate. "Ugh!" she groaned, pulling a pillow over her face. The loud thumping and screams of pleasure coming from across her apartment didn't help with her sleeplessness. She sat up and shrugged her shoulders, "At least someone is getting some." The incessive throbbing between her legs was getting worse. Even if she had a way to combat the horniness she was experiencing lately, she wouldn't know what to do. Sex had always been a foreign concept to her. Her thoughts soon traveled to David. His manly physique and orgiastic smokey eyes, ignited a fire in her belly. Finding herself getting moist just thinking about him, she picked up her phone and sent a quick text. He replied back within seconds. \*Up so late, love?\* She smiled. \*Insomnia.\* she replied. \*Ahhh the "genius" disorder. LOL.\* \*LMAO, I think that's the nicest way anyone's ever described my late night nuttiness.\* She rose and headed to the kitchen. \*A fan of nuts, are we?\* She giggled. \*You're a nut :)\* \*Touchè, while you're up pondering the intensity of my nuttiness, you should make an executive decision on joining me for lunch Friday? \* She took her time responding back. \*I'd love to. Is 3 okay? You can pick the place.\* A warming sensation surrounded his heart, his spirits soared at the prospect of seeing her again. \*Wonderful, just meet me outside of your workplace exactly at 3. Its a surprise.\* \*A surprise? I like surprises.\* \*Do you now? What else do you like?\* \*You. Goodnight.\* She turned her phone on vibrate then climbed back under the covers. Sleep came easy and soundlessly, as she dreamed of sparkling grey eyes, intertwined fingertips and a smoky mint that made her stomach flutter. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* His mind drifted all morning on Friday, he was eerily quiet and checked his phone periodically. After his last conference meeting, he packed his brief case and got ready to join his beauty for lunch. "Hey man, where's the fire?" Trevor joked running behind him. They stepped into the empty elevator and David jabbed at the lobby button. "I don't know what you mean" he chuckled. "Dude, you've been out of it all day. And now you're running off all of a sudden?" David stopped and looked over at his friend. He was used to telling him everything but still seemingly unsure of how things were going with Bianca, he withheld. He tipped his head and patted him on the shoulder just as the elevator opened. "I'll give you a call later, okay?" With that he raced out and down the lobby stairs. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Fluffing her hair out, she stood on the top steps outside of her work building. She adorned a light pink blouse, those light hip hugging jeans and black wedges. An all black Lincoln pulled up and out stepped David, cell phone glued to his ear. He appeared to be in a sour mood as he scowled at whoever was on the other line. He looked around, not even noticing her walk up. "Fine" he bit out through clenched teeth, hanging up. He faced the car and lowered his head until it rested on the roof. A huge breathe of air escaped his lungs. "Hey" a calm voice called out. He spun around in a frantic state. Weary ash eyes met loving chocolate ones. "You okay?" she asked with a concerned look. He visibly relaxed and straightened up. Fixing his tie, he cleared his throat. "Yes. Just tired. Long morning" he gave her a tight smile. She slowly nodded her head. Walking over, she stood next to him and leaned on the car. He watched her every move. "Really?" "Yeah, its just---" he put his face in his hands again to calm himself. Hesitant on how to comfort him, she placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "..Nuts?" she finished, a smile on her face. He couldn't help the smile that peeked out then covered his face. He howled with laughter. She gave him a playful push then joined in. After a few minutes, she felt her stomach grumble. Moving to stand in front of him, she reached out her hand. "I bet you're hungry." He gave her his hand. "Starving, love" he said standing. They stood inches from each other. He drank her in. Her gaze steadily impassive, while she twirled her hair. Looking through his gleaming steel eyes, she leaned forward. "I believe you owe me lunch, Mr--? " she pondered. "Crete," he divulged. "David Gabriel Crete." "Gabriel?" she snickered. "What's so funny about Gabriel?" he asked, a bemused expression crossed his face. "Nothing, it's just that I'm gonna start calling you Gabby." He threw his head back in laughter. "Don't you dare" he lightly warned. Still holding hands, she took a step back and looked up at him. "Take me to lunch and maybe I'll forget about it." Flashing his loveable dimples yet again, he stepped away from her and used a free hand to open the side door. She took a step forward only to be pulled back and swept off her feet. He slammed the door shut as he wrapped his arms around her waist and got a better whiff of her scent. Coconut and hibiscus flooded his nostrils; his heart beat faster as her aroma surrounded his senses. He continued to hold her to his chest as the pounding of her heart matched his on. He peered into wide eyes as he stroked her chin and let a smile slip. "Thanks" he said. She looked confused, "For what?" He inhaled deeply, "For centering me." He cocked his head to the side, his expression serious and a light frown appeared on his face. "I'm not the most normal person and I tend to get dealt a less than pleasant hand which tends to make those around me quite, uncomfortable." She stared on, "I've always hated normalcy" she declared, through a whisper. He felt a fire creep through his chest as she pulled herself closer to him. She could feel the heat from their bodies warm her soul. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as a cold breeze made her shiver. He sighed then dove down. Giving it a chance and taking her by surprise, he kissed her plump and soft lips. Rough at first, he smoothed out the bumps of their embrace by tilting her head up. She stilled but didn't pull away as his lips claimed hers in a gentle lashing. He tasted of vanilla and a spicy mint as she parted her lips. Her hands somehow found a way to his hips and she clutched them. Moving up his sides, she trailed a hand across his waist and loved the feel of his thick body. His mountain of muscle hugged her curves as his tongue slipped through her and snugly explored her mouth. The warm welcoming confounds of her proved to be more than he expected. A soft growl escaped him as he sucked on her tongue then bit her bottom lip with force and kissed it better when he heard her whimper. She was lost in his complex world. A world of electric feelings, the smell of coconut and breathlessness. He opened his eyes and found her staring, with a celestial gaze. Lust etched on her face. He pulled back, still holding her waist and grasping her chin, and leaned his forehead on hers as they both caught their breath. "Wow" she huffed out. His icey grey gaze froze her in place as his arm tightened around her waist. Nuzzling her hair, he whispered near her ear, "I really want to get to know you. " Feeling possessive, she snaked both arms around his waist and smiled, nearly making him blush. "Well," she began, "That was an amazing way to break the ice." His stare warmed as he felt his shoulders heave in laughter. Pulling away from their embraced, he noticed watchful eyes. It wouldn't be wise for talk of an impending romance to already have started for a him. "Get in" he commanded. She pulled back even further and crossed her arms across her chest. "Please?" she raised an eyebrow. "Please, get in love. So that I may feed you?" he begged through a pouty lower lip. She rolled her eyes and giggled, "You're lucky I'm a sucker for a pretty face", as she eased into the Lincoln and onto the exquisitely lavish leather. He shut the door and walked around to the other side, climbing in, he gave instructions to the driver. Turning his full attention to her, he spoke softly, "So you think I have a pretty face huh, Ms.-----?" She looked over and noticed a predatory gaze in his eye. He placed his forefinger on his bottom lip and gingerly ran it across; his eyes glazed over as he took in her intoxicating smell. She stared ahead, not acknowledging him. "Wilson and yes, although I'm sure you prefer "handsome", huh?" A million thoughts ran through her head at the moment. She couldn't hear herself think around him. The way those grey globes followed her every breath. Maybe if she ignored him more, she'd have enough time to gather her thoughts about the rushed feelings she harbored. Why wasn't she looking at him? Was she mad that he told her to get in rather than asked? His brow furrowed as these thoughts sped through his mind. He leaned over and turned her face to his. "I prefer you" he confessed, making her stomach knot. He saw her jaw clench. "How do you do that?" she asked, staring from his glacial eyes to his thin lips and back. "Do what?" he asked, grabbing her hand. She absent-mindedly turned her head and stared ahead as he intertwined their fingers, intrigued with her lovely dark flesh. "Make me speechless. Make my heart flutter without even trying. I just met you but--" she cut herself off. Thinning her lips, she cleared her throat. "But what, Bianca?" She looked over at him, her eyes a bright brown and intensity emitted from them. "Did you feel it when we met, for the first time? Did you feel your heart skip? Body heat?" she questioned, cocking her head to the side. "Yes." They sat, staring at each other. She relaxed and raised the hand he held. Her fingers grazed his neatly shaven chin and played with the imperfection in it which seemed to only enhance his Adonis like figure. Sighing and shruging her shoulders, she released all self doubt. "Let's go slow. I'm not used to commitments. I live on a whim" she confessed, a sparkle glittering in her eyes. Something in him broke. He wanted her to declare an unspoken love for him; he was a stranger just a week ago. But, add on his age and the fact that he was still technically married and he could understand her reluctance. "I might not be able to stop some of my rather rash behavior, doll. I tend to wear my emotions on my sleeves and I feel an attraction for you for some odd reason" he admitted. She didn't faultier. "I adore your honestly and I think you should do what you feel. I just have to let you know that I'm a tainted girl and my emotions are just that, tainted. I've never really done this before." They pulled up in front of a chic French restaurant. "I'll take that into consideration" he promised pulling away from her and exiting the car. She pushed her own car door open and prepared to step out but he rushed to her side. Seeing her brows furrow, he explained. "A proper gentleman always holds open a lady's door." He held out a hand to help her step out. She looked him over with tight lips. "I'm a feminist, Gabby. This whole chivalry concept is lost on me." He pulled her tightly to him before shutting her door. "We'll see about that" he smirked, leading her to the front door. David grabbed her hand and gave her a little tug as they found some seats near the window. They talked about recent events while the waiter fetched them water. Bianca warmed up to him instantly and was surprised to find out he had only lived in Chicago for 6 months. "Its really an enchanting city" she proclaimed. He leaned forward, glossy eyed and smooth. A sultry, "I've noticed", slipped from an endearing voice and rose her body temperature. The waiter returned, ending his endless flirting for the moment. After placing their orders, Bianca stared out the window as the waiter refilled their drinks. Clearing her mind, she turned back to David and almost jumped when she noticed him staring at her. His smoky grey eyes scanned her with concentration while his forefinger grazed his bottom lip. She smiled and circled her water glass with the tip of her finger. "What are you thinking about?" she asked squinting at him. His eyes moved to her lips and then back to her face. "You." She lowered her hand. "And what about me?" He leaned forward and inhaled, once again her scent made his head swim. "I want to know everything about you" his look softened. She really stirred something up within him, he couldn't figure it out. How was he suppose to read her? She smiled and dipped into her Vegetarian quichè. They ate in silence as the soft sound of music filled the air. "Lets play a game." David looked up to Bianca sipping her drink. "I'm sorry. Did you say something?" he asked. "You said you want to get to know me. So, lets play a game" she reiterated. He gulped and loosened his cuff links then rolled up his sleeve. A beautiful tattoo popped out as it intricately flowed down past his wrist. Dark red symbols and light green strokes zigzaged. They erupted right before his wrist in an array of flashing flesh tones. "I'm not a fan of games" he honestly sighed, sliding his empty plate to the side. "21 questions, and it'll be fun, Gabriel." She noticed him cracking his knuckles and wondered how she hadn't noticed his gigantic hands before. From when he shook her hand, to their fingers nestled in each others just earlier that day. His mere appearance clouded her good sense. He nodded. "What's your favorite color?" "Green," he spoke calmly, "Yours?" "Sky blue." "At what age did you have your first kiss?" Her eyes widened quickly. "Twenty-one" she squeaked out. He stared at her while the odd admission hung in the air. "16" he answered, ghostly. "Favorite sports team?" "Baltimore Ravens." "L.A Lakers" she cooed. "Describe yourself in one word." "That's not a question" she pouted. "Oh, I'm sorry. Can you please describe yourself with one word?" he corrected. "Stubborn." He smirked. The games were just beginning. "Your turn" she reminded. "Protective." She nodded. ""Biggest fear?" he said "Ewww snakes" she grimaced, a shiver running down her spine. "Really? Not a fan of reptiles. Shame, I've gotta 20 foot boa at my place." She gasped. "I guess that's one place I'm never going." They laughed at the differing humor. Their waiter returned and they ordered dessert. She gave him a nod, "Chocolate or vanilla?" An air of innocence wavered through the air. "Chocolate. Dark chocolate" he replied, sticking a piece of lava cake in his mouth. She giggled. Their intense flirting was really heating up. "Vanilla, with a drizzle of chocolate on top." "Foul" he called. "Uh no. You can't call foul, sore loser" she teased. "I'll have you know I've never been a sore loser a day in my life, madamé" he expressed in his lovely accent. "And you're a liar?" she gasped at him. Holding up his hands, he feigned surrender, "Okay, I know when I've been bested. Game over." She laughed and gave a tiny bow. "Any plans for the weekend?" he asked. She thought for a second. Pay bills, check on her graduate school applications, finish her painting. "Nothing grand, just the usual." He nodded. "What made you so upset earlier?" His jaw clenched and she watched as a somber look clouded his face. "I was talking to my lawyer. He delivered some disappointing news on my divorce precedings" he explained. She listened with a serious look, "Lawyers have lawyers?" He nodded. "I couldn't take the case on myself, it was just too close to me. I just want to get it over with as quick as possible, but---." He placed his head in his massive hands again, an obvious signal of distress. "She won't let you go?" Bianca whispered. "She won't let the money go. I'm just a bonus I guess" he said, still groaning into his hands. \*Money.\* she thought. It always boiled down to it. "When will people realize that their souls aren't for sale?" He raised his head, and a sharp silver gaze held her breathless. Her sudden but lovely words stirred his spirit. Feeling the intensity of his gaze burn a hole straight through her, she counteracted. "I'm not easily intimidated" she warned with a smile. That same smile he was helpless to resist. He nodded, grinning a wide toothed one. "I love the way your eyes glow when you laugh. You look so carefree" she told him. "And how do I usually look stuffy?" he joked. "No," she chuckled. "I mean this is only the second time we've hung out so I'm not entirely sure." "Hung out? Is that what we're doing, Bianca?..Hanging out?" She bit her lower lip and looked nonchalently at him. "Yes. I don't date. Especially, married men." "Spunky," he admired. "I like women who talk back." She squinted her eyes, "Do you?" He grinned. "You really don't know who I am do you?" "Am I supposed to?" she asked, honestly. He shook his head. "Nope, I'm a no one, sweetheart." "Tsk tsk, aren't you tired of playing the broken hearted romantic?" She reached for a piece of cake and he saw the slightest grace of her perky breast. "What um, college did you graduate from?" he asked trying to distract himself from his raging hormones. "Columbia, majored in english and minored in creative writing." "Columbia? That a really prestigious school. Very nice one as well. What's next?" She sighed. "Either grad school and find work in the field or write an award winning novel. Grad school sounds so much easier." "You're a smart girl. I know you'll do fine." "We just met, how can you tell?" His eyes glistened and he spoke with admiration. "You were so peppy and full of life when I first met you. Something good and true radiated off. You made me speechless." He leaned over and tucked a stray curl behind her ear. "Wow, thank you. I-I'm glad we were able to meet." "It was fate," he retorted. "The gods have plans for us, my dear," he cupped her chin and ran his thumb across it. "I told you, I wanted to get to know you." She sat mesmerized. His stormy eyes led her into a trance. "What do you want to know?" softly slipped from behind moist lips. "Everything," his eyes jumped, "Who is Bianca?" A darkness passed through her eyes. "Just another kid going through life so worried that I won't be accepted" she trudged out dropping her eyes. "Nothing could be farther from the truth" he affirmed. "I've never had someone take such an interest. I mean I have but it was for obvious reasons." He dropped his hand and receded back to his side. She squinted. "Is that why you approached me? Because you want to dig in my well?" His expression remained impassive. "Honestly?" "Honestly" she demanded. He stared, watching her softly breathe. "No, I saw your aura before I noticed your endowed assets. But I won't lie to you, you're a charming, gracefully optimistic, gorgeous young woman. There's no doubt about that." She pulled at her lower lip, radiant teeth tugging it voraciously. "Please don't do that," he said reaching over and saving her bruised flesh. "Why?" she defied. A dangerous look flashed through his eyes, "It does things to me." Her mouth went dry. She had no idea she had such an effect. "So you're a lawyer," she began, "tell me about work." "I'm moreso a consultant now. The legal system got old." "All smoke and mirrors?" He laughed and nodded as the waiter collected their plates. "We'll take the check now" she told him. He looked from David to Bianca. "Its already been paid, ma'am" he told her, timidly. She raised an eye to him. "So that's what you're playing at?" she razzed. He shrugged his shoulders and tried to hide a slow creeping smile. "I guess that's our signal to leave," she rose. "Thank you, it was a wonderful meal" she told the young waiter. He blushed the color of crimson and hurried away. David rose as well, shaking his headed. "What?" she asked. "You're a siren, my dear. Do you usually leave men so red?" "I have no idea what you mean" she refuted, smiling softly. Grabbing her hand he ushered her out the restaurant as they headed back to the Lincoln. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Tea, at my place?" she offered. "I could be a serial killer as far as you know. Ever heard of Jack the Ripper?" he joked. She crinkled her nose, "I thought he was English?" He laughed pulling her towards the waiting Lincoln. Once again they were seated in plush settings; Bianca melted in the car, as David kept an eye on her. She looked over at him and smiled as they sped down the road. Creamy, ivory hands and gentle ebony ones, intertwined again. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* He toyed with the trinket on her coffee table. "Fascinating" he commented before continuing his story. She chuckled then took a sip of her tea. He leaned back next to her, reveling in the close quarters. The soft, beige sofa squeaked with their every move. He looked around at her meager residence. Walking in, he passed a small yet durable kitchen, round dining room table a few feet away and then walked into their homey living room. Bianca sat next to him, her hair pulled up and in a more comfortable style. She changed out of the jeans he loved to see squeeze her figure and into cherry red basketball shorts and a purple "Lakers" tank top. He got comfortable as well. Removing his jacket and tie, kicking off his shoes and unbuttoning a few buttons on his shirt. "Hahahha!" she laughed at him. He turned his full attention to her and gently rubbed her cheek. "I'm telling you it was as big as my leg" he said, finishing his story before placing her trinket down. She sat her mug on the table and shook her head at him. "You're a steaming pile of crazy." "Okay, I guess that's fair. But don't deny me or the fact that there's something about me that just makes you go weak." She gasped; the nerve of the cocky bastard. "You wouldn't know the first thing about what makes me weak" she challenged, leaning in. He cocked his head to one side. "Touchè." "Besides I'm not that interesting of a person." "Why do you say that?" She shrugged, "Its a long story." "I'm not going anywhere." "Ugh, you've gotta life, Gabby. My story would take days, if not weeks to explain. " "I'd wait forever for you." Her heart lurched forward then shivered at the touch of him as he ran a finger up her thigh. She leaned back and thought of her inner goddess. She was truely a sexy siren who reveled in teasing men and frequently walked around with the least bit of clothing on. Silence pierced the air. His heart beat at an alarming rate as he just looked her over at her. She was the epitome of pure. Virtuous and delicately innocent. There was no doubt in his mind that she was meant for him. "Where exactly are you from?" "Wales," he proudly told her. "From a city called Newport." She nodded and asked him to tell her more about his childhood. He fascinated her with tales of the infamous Crete children and their adventurous childhood. He was the oldest then there was his brother Zachary, who was only 2 years younger. And finally his baby sister, Florence, who was only 2 years older than Bianca. He watched as her expressions shifted. She seemed excitable when he described his first day of college. Then sad, when he admitted how he and Zach quarrelled after the death of their favorite uncle. They sat and talked for what seemed like days but only a few hours passed through. He was amazed at how much he was willing to disclose to her. But, the only thing that delighted him more than seeing her laugh uncontrollably at his mock voices was seeing her hang onto his every word. He was used to the plastic smiles from admirers and the phony tone they emitted. Nothing about her was fake. She was the closest thing to perfection he'd ever seen. Tired of listening to himself drone on, he asked her to tell him about her upbringings. She gave a small smile as the memories flooded her. "My mom died when I was little" she told him. He squeezed her hand. "I took it the hardest I guess, because out of my other 3 siblings I was sent to live with my grandparents until I went away to college. They're my guardian angels. My gramps is one of those old souls, he still wears a fedora, says "jive turkey" and listens to Vinyl records." "And my grandma is one of those overbearing, proud ladies. She used to be a black panther and loves to tell me stories of the crazy "missions" she used to go on. She was kinda rough around the edges as a teen," Bianca explained. "But she remembers how having my ma saved her from the horrors of that lifestyle" her face went dark. She laughed to mask the pain of missing her. "My gramps tells me I look like her." She pulled a neatly woven wallet from her pocket and retrieved a picture. The edges were crumpled but the picture itself was visible. A carmel skinned, middle aged woman stood next to the painting of an orchard. Her thick jet black curls flowed loosely around her shoulders. Bright, exuberant oak stained eyes danced i a glass prison. He noticed a dark beauty mark on the side of her chin. Looking up he searched for it on his love. Just as she took another sip of tea, he saw the small, "imperfection" and a part of him chuckled. She posed just as innocent as her offspring, shoulders straight, arms back and smiling, a wide, perfect, toothed one. He could see where she got her curvy figure from. The woman in the photo wore a red strapless dress that hugged her wide hips and flowed snugly down a flat midsection. It stopped just below her thighs and she looked drop dead gorgeous. She watched as a faint blush appeared then turned scarlet when his eyes met hers. "She's beautiful," he smiled, taking another peek at the photo. "You look just like her." She beamed with joy. Not knowing why his kind words moved her spirits more than she'd like to admit. "Its hard to believe there was another beautiful woman who shared the same enduring smile." Taking the picture from him, she sat crossed legged,"Thanks." Silence filled the air once again. They stared at each other for a bit. David took out a wallet of his own and looked over at her. She blew out a breath of air. "Wanna see a blast from the past?" he chuckled, handing her a photo. Her face softened at the image. A much younger David stood with an arm draped over who she assumed was his brother, Zach. And in the middle was a copper haired, grey eyed little girl. "Is this Florence?" she asked, pointing to the picture. His eyes followed. "Yes. When she was 7, in our backyard. That was a great summer." He ran a hand through his hair. "You even had grey hair as a kid?!" she asked, focusing in on the picture. He laughed, "Yes, its a genetic thing. My dad went fully grey before he was 21. Sort of a first born male thing" he shrugged his shoulder. "Can I touch it, my hands are clean?" She beamed. She looked so adorable at that moment to him. "Sure" he laughed again leaning forward. She eagerly did the same and stretched her hands. The instant her fingertips made contact with his hair she felt something stir. Moving past his willowy crown, the silver and black strands tickled her wrists as the pleasant aroma of strawberries invaded her senses. Grasping his chin she pulled his head up and their eyes met. "You've got such majestic eyes, David." Face to face with her, his eyes turned a molten grey. "Window to my soul, love." Her long lashes batted rapidly, as if sweeping a vivid image away. She shook her head and dropped her hand. "You know, you're interfering with my workout regimen. I'm usually in the gym around this time." He scoffed, "Please you're perfect, and a day away won't hurt." She laughed, "Far from it. I could be hanging upside down doing sit-ups right now and trimming my chunkiness away." His eyes widened, "Chunky?" "Don't act like you can't tell I've got curves" she teased. He chuckled then she saw a spark ignite. "I've gotta admit, I love your curves though," he told her through a whisper. With each admission he inched closer. "Your mountainous peaks are one to be envied, my dear. Why, I can see myself lounging in your valley, deep within you and dare I say enjoying your fruits." Her mouth hung, low and hungry. Using his forefinger he snapped it shut. "You really can catch more flies with honey, my sweet" he stated pulling her by the waist. Once again, his lips were upon hers. Embracing the warmeth of her mouth, his tongue lead a tango which she tried to keep up with. Sucking on her bottom lip, a sweetness made his taste buds explode. His lips parted and a slow seductive moan echoed through the apartment. She straddled his waist, holding his arms to the side and hovered above his broad chest. The heat from her body was becoming more than he could bear. He'd give anything to be inside. \*I bet her grip is magnificant\* he found himself thinking. He felt her attempt to withdraw and thrusted his tongue further in. Slowly pulling away, she felt him planted little kisses on the corner of her mouth. "We really shouldn't" she warned, detaching herself from him. "You're right, I'm sorry, you're just so intoxicating, darling." "You foreign freak" she told him catching her breath. He howled with laughter, slapping his leg. She watched his expression transform from one of amusement to a serious, somber look. "Does my, still being married really bother you?? I mean I've been with other women these past four years, nothing serious. But like I said, we're separated legally. And free to pursue other people." She sighed and thought for a second. "I personally, don't really believe in marriage. I think the institute is really outdated and I can't see myself marrying however once you enter into it, I think its something that should be taken serious. More than half of all marriages end in divorce. That's a staggering statistic." "Yes, but what about love? Surely if two people marry because they're deeply in love but they grow farther apart as the years go on, they deserve the right to disband their union under those pretenses?" "Love is cursed by monogamy" she retorted. "Quite the philosopher aren't we?" She shook her head, "Just filled with life experiences." He stared into her copper eyes. How can't she see what she does to him? His phone rang. "One second" her told her. "Crete" he answered. His face frowned but he continued to stare at her. Once cinereal, bustling eyes quickly darkened. Bianca squinted. "Yeah, no I understand, Kiaran. We're gonna take care of it okay? No, I promise. I'm gonna handle this myself. Bye." He hung up then turned to face her. "They can't last more than a few hours without you, huh?" she joked. "Apparently" he chuckled putting his shoes back on. When he was fully dressed they stood and walked to the front door. "It was really nice hanging out with you. Maybe we can go for a drink or a movie this weekend if you're not busy" she offered. "Really? And here I thought you hated me." "Hate is such a strong word" she gave him a playful shove. He reached for her. Grasping her soft hand, he placed another kiss upon it. "It was a real pleasure seeing you again, he said. He pulled her closer to his body and rested a hand on her hips. They went on forever. A slow sigh emerged from her lips. Gripping her chin, he pulled his own lips closer until a soft kiss lied upon her cheek. "Until next time, Bee" he whispered through a luscious tone. Sensual and shady eyes taunted her chocoalate ones. Air left her lungs as she nodded like a zombie. He dazzled her with a nod and his boyish smile before leaving. She found her voice. "Goodbye, David" she muttered long after he left, as she placed their mugs in the sink. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *\*I hope you enjoyed Chapter 2. Again, sorry it took so long. Feel free to leave comments or feedback or suggestions. I flourish as a writer when others critique my work. I'm starting chapter 3 as we speak and it should be finished shortly. Thanks, guys & gals! \~Coco\**

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Title: One's Own Medicine by StrangeBreed Tags: Anal, Bear, Doe, Drama, Gemsbok, M/F, Mouse, Non-Consensual, Oral, Sheep, Tiger, Vaginal Isaac finished the last puff of his evening cigar as he walked towards his school his daughter and her girlfriend following along behind him, all three bundled up in thick, fuzzy winter coats. Allison's parents had decided not to come, finding the venture almost pointless considering all the private meetings they had been having with the Berkleys. They allowed Allison to go the event anyways in order to spend some more time with her young love interest. The sheep and bear cubs skipped along with glee as they firmly held each other's paws, much more carefree in their posture than the professional adult that led them inside. Tonight was Ridgewood's annual parent/teacher night and the entire staff was there to meet with the parents of their students. There would be presentations, Q+A's, and specified breaks in between, the whole Friday evening event taking about three hours in total. Isaac wasn't too worried about the overall evening, more or less just there to introduce himself to the parents and be in his office in case anyone should need him. There was still a good hour before everything went down as he entered his office, his eyes raising in suspicion to find his wife standing in the secretary area with Cassandra and Erik, the trio sipping on coffee as they each exchanged a nervous glance. "Carol?" the bear said with a little surprise as he pat Allison and Chelsea on the butt, shooing them off to go wander, "I didn't know you were going to be here tonight..." "Yes dear, I umm, got off work early and figured, well... the four of us should talk." Carol fiddled with her fingers. Isaac nodded with a slight sigh as he stepped towards his office, holding the door open for his staff, "Well, you better come inside then!" ... Allison and Chelsea stepped through the halls of their school with paws locked, their arms swinging in a gentle sway as each little heartbeat pulsed gently. They had been together officially for roughly six months, their casual sexual relationship turning romantic after their overwhelming feelings ignited on a cruise across the Pacific. What seemed so strange to the pair at first was second nature now, their feelings for each other transcending any definition of age or gender. Despite their age, the two were blossoming into something passionate and endless, even as the two explored their own budding sexuality apart from each other. They had spoken several times about their playful encounters with others, and were pleasant to find their trust in each other deep enough to allow it from interfering with their relationship. They had never taken much time to speak of it, but the youngest of the three Berkleys was following the relationship footsteps of her parents all too well. Allison's home life was far different in comparison, and the events of this school year alone were binding all three together again in a closeness that had been almost unimaginable in previous years. Michael had stopped drinking, and was spending far more time with Owen, and the two seemed to spend more time with their daughter, showing nothing but support for the mate she had chosen. "Chelsea..." the sheep said as she kept walking alongside her girlfriend. "Yes hon?" the bear replied sweetly. Allison smiled as she gave the bear a sweet peck on the cheek, "I love you." ... "...so that's when we started dating." Erik finished, having the courage to be the first one to speak. "That's all very fascinating Mr. Mitchell," Isaac began, "...but you dating my secretary isn't really my business, at this scho-" "I also know Cassandra has been seeing you and your wife." Erik interrupted. The bear looked a little taken back for a moment, but managed to keep his composure, "Well yes, our marriage may be different than others, but as long as you can abide by our-" "...and I've slept with your wife." Isaac went silent as his ear began to twitch, the bear taking a deep, anxious breath before sitting down in his desk chair. "Well now... that, is... worth discussing." Carol looked to her husband sympathetically as she held Cassandra's paw, "I m-meant to tell you Isaac, but I thought we should all-" Isaac silenced her by holding his paw up, "No, no I agree Carol, it's just," he rubbed his eyes with his paw, "This is complicated." The room was painfully silent as each member thought over their delicate situation, once again leaving the gemsbok as the first to speak up, "Listen, Mr. Berkley sir, I have no intention of coming between you and your wife, I assure you I am completely devoted to Cass, if it weren't for her... other needs, I would happily remain monogamous to her, I assure you... th-this is not my world." Isaac scratched behind his neck as his ears still twitched with irritation, "Be that as it may, you were with my mate, without asking me-" "Chelsea..." Cassandra whispered to the bear. "Huh?" Erik asked as she heard the bears' daughter's name, both parents spatting a firm "Nothing!" to the gemsbok. "Honey," Carol said to her husband, "To be fair, there was a lot you left me in the dark about, and a whole hell of a lot more I had to adapt to." Isaac gave his desk a soft punch as he fought his own nerves, knowing damn well he was being a hypocrite, "Fine, fine, you're right... It's just, I'm being protective, I don't want to lose you to some young, athletic, skinny-" "Woah, woah, woah!" Carol interjected, stepping over to rest herself into her husband's big, soft belly, "Since when did I ever say I wanted a skinny jock... umm, no offensive Erik." The gemsbok shrugged, "I've been called worse." "I want a big cuddly bear who shows me how to be wild, he teaches me my boundaries and then dares me to break them," she locked Isaac's lips to hers, sharing a long, passionate kiss, "You are never losing me... but I do think, I deserve the safe privileges you give yourself." Isaac looked into his wife's eyes lovingly before turning to Erik, his look turning serious, "I can't say I like sharing my mate-" "Can't say I like sharing mine..." the gemsbok shot right back with equal intensity. "...but I can learn to live with it," Isaac continued, despite the interruption, "If you do steal her away from me though-" "Same goes to you-" "I will kill you!" Erik laughed despite the fire in both their eyes, "Not if I kill you first!" The two rose to their feet, both females getting a sudden look of concern as they rushed to each other, both paws thrown forward before smacking against each other, in a firm paw shake of understanding. Both ladies let a tense breath escape them as the testosterone filled men seemed to have settled things, the group all slinking back into their own chairs as they let the tension of their confessions wash away. Isaac finally spoke as the trio seemed to have calmed down, "I think the rules have been set, so let's agree to speak to one another should anyone feel any of us is crossing the line... now get the hell out of my office, I have a parent/teacher night to run!" The group let out a relaxed chuckled as they were kicked out with a sarcastic tone, the bear's light hearted nature returning. ... The rest of the night seemed to go off without a hitch, Carol staying with Isaac in his office as a guest for the rest of the night. She brought a good vibe to the parents, showcasing how family oriented the school actually was. The night was very relaxed as it always had been in past year, going as far as even allowing some of the students to roam around with their parent's permission. Allison walked along the hallways all by her lonesome as Chelsea left to go find Kevin for her. The sheep smiled as she enjoyed a carefree stroll along the halls of the place run by her 'pretty-much-father-in-law'. Unbeknownst to her however, a certain student had taken the opportunity to enter the school after hours, unattended by any parents as he searched for his own obsession. Just as Allison was about to pass one of the janitor's closets, the bright red and black striped tiger grabbed her by the back forcing her into the closet with him. "What the fuck?!" the sheep snapped at him as he pinned her down, the bulge in his pants rubbing against the front of her skirt. "Garf, this isn't funny, fuck off!" The tiger laughed with a snarl as he slid his paw up her skirt, snaking his fingers through her panties to rub her slick pussy, "It's not supposed to be funny sheepy!" Allison blushed as she grit her teeth, her body feeling tingles as the tiger began to finger her without her permission, "Garf n-no!" "C'mon Allison, don't tell me you don't like it!" the tiger growled as he leaned into her neck, chomping down with a firm bite. The sheep grimaced and kicked in a little spasm, fumbling at her attempt to break free of the tiger's hold. Part of her wanted to hate him for taking advantage of her, but another small part of her couldn't help but be coaxed by the forceful dominating stance. "See!" Garfiode sang out as he looked down, sliding the sheep's panties off the view the soaked folds he was spreading open, "You can't say you don't like what I'm doing!" Just before Allison could cry out another protest, the tiger vibrated two of his fingers rapidly over her clit, causing her to fell down to her arms, rump arched up as she moaned out. The tiger slid his shaft against her damp folds as she dropped into such a convenient position, his spines brushing against the swollen sex in gentle stings. Elsewhere, Chelsea and Kevin had reunited and were roaming the halls to find their favourite sheep. They had already roamed what seemed like half the school aimlessly with no signs of her. They decided to stop by the school's office, hoping Isaac was on a short break on the off chance he had seen her. Allison let out a low cry that was a mix of pleasure and disdain, her body and psyche at war with each other over the tiger's advance. She made no effort to conceal the volume of her cries, almost wanted to be discovered and saved, her own warming body too teased to allow her to stop willingly. The more excited the tiger would get, the more his barbs would flare, scraping against her inner walls. At the same time, Garfiode slid two of his fingers into the sheep's tailhole, using his own saliva as lubricant as he began to push his fingers into her at the same pace he was fucking her. Saliva fell from the sheep's lips as she panted and howled, her morals betrayed by the pleasure overtaking her. She still grit her teeth as she shook in a mix of anger and fear, but her rump pushed up against the tiger, allowing his fingers to push deeper into her backside. Garfiode was getting closer and closer to coming, the spines starting to grip the inside of Allison's body almost to the point of stabbing her. "Garf, it's really starting to hurt now, you have to stop... stop... STOP!!" Just outside Chelsea and Kevin had finally found the girl they were looking for, but the sounds she was making were unlike any they had heard before. Before either had time for second thought, a footpaw each connected with the janitor closet door, knocking Garfiode off of Allison as it collided with his side. "What the fuck are you doing to my girlfriend?!" Chelsea screamed as her fist hit the tiger's cheek with a thud, Garfiode dumbfounded as the two newcomers stood over him, huffing in a fury. "I-it's ok," Allison said as she got to her feet slowly, holding her sides as she looked away in embarrassment, "W-what he did wasn't right, but I, I d-didn't really try to stop him..." Chelsea looked into her lover's eyes with slight confusion as she held Kevin back with her arm, the rabbit panting an angry breath. "Allie hon, what do you mean?" "I mean, I should feel violated but I don't, I mean as he did that, I thought... what makes what I did to Kevin any different?" "No Allison-" the rabbit protested, silenced by a single paw held up by the sheep. "No Kevin, it's true, you told me to stop that day after school and I didn't... I mean, Garf is an asshole... but he's not that different from me." "That is not nearly even close to being the same thing!" Chelsea growled as she gave the tiger a deep scowl, her girlfriend still holding a pale expression. "You may have seduced Kevin, but you did not force him into anything, he would have stopped you if he didn't want to go through with it." "That's the problem, I-I think if I had put up more resistance, but I didn't... I mean, at first I tried to get him off me, I really did, but the way he took charge, not letting me say no, the way he was rough and demanding, it-it..." Allison began to stutter as she realized the sickest part of her violation, "It felt good... w-what's wrong with me Chelsea?" As she spoke softly little tears welled up in her eyes, the sheep looking up at her girlfriend as quite suddenly she dropped to her side, clutching her in a desperate hug. "Allie, my love, nothing is wrong with you... after everything you and I have been through in our lives, what we've, d-done to others, it's hard to know when we've crossed a line... today Garf crossed a line that should never be crossed... your body was just, reacting, just like anyone's would." Allison held her lover as she snuggled into her, her muzzle brushing against the warmth of her soft fur. "Chelsea I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." the sheep began to sob as she trembled in the bear's arms. Garfiode gulped as he listened to the conversation around him, his heart hammering in his chest as a sick cocktail of regret and remorse bubbled up. "A-Allison, I shouldn't have, I th-th-" "Shut your fucking mouth up you little s-" Chelsea hissed before being cut off by Allison. "No, let him speak, I wanna know what he has to say for himself." The tiger gulped, "I've been watching you, what you've been doing with these other boys, and well, I... I thought you liked being treated rough like that, and I guess, I lost control of myself... I," a single tear dropped from his eyelid, "I didn't really want to hurt you." Chelsea and Kevin still seemed to tremble with anger, but Allison had started to get some of her colour back, "I-I forgive you Garf... what you did was not right, and if you ever do it again, I'm sticking your fucking head on a pike, but I know that feeling, that inability to control yourself." She held herself as she began to shiver at her own dark thoughts, a warmth suddenly filling her as Chelsea squeezed her tighter. Kevin and Garf kept their distance as their eyes seemed to look over each other, a clashing in the rabbit's expression as he felt contempt brewing in his little body. The young couple on the floor shared a long, passionate kiss, the final set of tears falling from the sheep's cheek as she broke the kiss, whispering into her partner's ear, "A-am I damaged goods?" Chelsea grinned as she only held the sheep tighter, "You're my damaged goods, and I'm yours... let's fix each other." Allison couldn't help but beam as she gazed into her mate's eyes, a pink hew covering her cheeks as she let out a calm collected, "Ok... I love you Chelsea." The bear rubbed her nose against the sheep's as she let out a giggle, "Not as much as I love you silly!" As the two embraced each other again, Kevin took a deep calming breath, he could not forgive Garfiode so easily, but for now, he would bid his time. ... Erik stretched his body out as he fought the butterflies in his stomach away. For whatever reason small events like these always seemed to tense him up a little bit. He supposed it was because he had to give the best performance as a teacher, reminding him ever so slightly of his old tryouts as an athlete when he was younger. Just as he was finally ready to address his upcoming class, the first two guests arrive, his jaw nearly slamming to the gymnasium floor as the two mice walked in. There standing almost eye level to him was Sierra's mother, the stunning mouse resembled her daughter greatly, but her body was more filled out, aged like a fine wine. Her hair was the same bright blonde, tied up in a pretty little bun, and her fur had the same soft look as the younger mouse. It was Sierra that really caught the gemsbok's attention though, the adorable, slender young mouse wearing a beautiful white dress that seemed to dazzle in the light, its shimmering edges trimmed with green lace. Her hair was straightened and flowed beautifully as she walked, its step swishing it back and forth/ The gemsbok gulped as his composure was instantly compromised, his eyes unable to leave the sight of his gorgeous student. "W-well hello, you must be Ms. Aven, it's an honour to meet you!" "An honour?" the older mouse giggled as she shook the paw offered to her, "What makes you say that? Not that I'm not flattered." Sierra rolled her eyes as she was forced to watch her mother fail at her half-assed attempts at flirting. "Well Ms. Aven, your daughter here is both my star student and star athlete, and she's the Captain of Ridgewood's volleyball team." "Yes," the older mouse said with a deep smile as she ruffled her daughter hair with her paw, Sierra glaring as her perfectly straightened hair was almost ruined by mother's overzealous affection, "She continues to make me the proudest mother in the world, and please, call me Jessika." "Well you see Jessika," the gemsbok continued, "That's just it, it's an honour and a privilege to be able to teach and coach your daughter, so it is also an honour to meet you." The mouse blushed as she swished a paw in his direction, "Oh please, you are far too kind!" She was met with the same shining smile as the gemsbok as much to Sierra's satisfaction, they seemed to share a momentary connection of chemistry. "That's your dress from picture day isn't it?" the gemsbok finally acknowledged Sierra again. The mouse smiled as she curtsied, showing off the hems of the beautiful dress, "It is, glad you remembered." Erik smiled back at her, thinking of how she looked just as angelic when that particular picture was taken a short two months ago. "How could I forget?" the gemsbok said sincerely, "It looks so wonderful on you... although as if you'd need anything else to brighten that look of yours." The mouse blushed with a giggle, Erik distracted suddenly as a pair of paws caressed his arms. "So, why don't you show us around?" Jessika said in a tone that seemed almost sensually laced. Erik cleared his throat as he adjusted himself, his posture clearly made somewhat awkward by the advancers of the mouse's mother. "S-sure," Erik muttered as he pulled away from the older mouse, her face clearly contorting in a short look of hurt, "Sounds good." The two mice followed him as he showed off the ins and outs of his gym, Jessika clearly pouting from a sense of rejection as Sierra seemed distracted with some sort of unspoken poise. The buff gemsbok brought the two lovely ladies over the storage area, opening the doors with the key looped to his pants. "First on our tour is our storage room," he spread his arm open as if pitching a house to perspective buyers, the room filled with rows, racks and cases of almost every bit of equipment imaginable, "As you can see here at Ridgewood we take our athletics very seriously, and pride ourselves in our results of tournaments hosted by the school board." Jessika nodded with bright and thoughtful eyes, showing as much interest as she could into what she was being shown. Her eyes flickered and sparkled as she followed closely behind the stud of male, flashing her cutest look his direction every moment he viewed her. The middle age mouse stepped over to one of the shelves as something caught her eye. "Lacrosse," she began to reminisce, "I used to play this when I was still in school, and it was my favourite sport!" Sierra couldn't help but giggle as she listened to her mother's excitement, "She was on a team when she was in high school... but I don't think our schools do Lacrosse teams anymore..." Erik nodded, "Sadly no, but I'm sure your mother was a great Lacrosse player." The older mouse blushed at those words as she crept a little closer to the gemsbok, wrapping her arm around his as she whispered, "Show us more." Erik blushed himself as he felt her hold him again, but he let her flirt with him for now, knowing that a little innocent playfulness wouldn't bother his mate. He brought the pair to his office next, showing off the area where he did all of his reports. The dusk was cluttered with sheets documenting both his class curriculum and the stats for his school teams. Sierra gave her teacher and coach a sympathetic smile as she said sweetly, "It's really too bad Coach Ivan can't come back more often to help you sort all this stuff out." Erik chuckled as he organized some of the loose papers, "It's really no big deal hon, I love sports, so all this organizing just helps me fuel that passion." He rubbed his leg gently as a little bit of stiffness emerged, the mouse looking a little sad as she noticed his momentary limp. "Sorry to cut out for a moment, but where is the nearest washroom?" Jessika asked as she seemed to have the urgency to go. "Certainly," Erik said as he led the pair back out to the gymnasium, "Just that door to the left, girl's change room, there should be two stalls after the door next to the shower." "Thank you Mr. Mitchell" she said with a flutter of her eyes, disappearing as the door swung shut. Erik groaned as he rubbed his leg again, setting himself down on the gym floor. Nearby Sierra gave him another one of her famous smiles, the mouse hopping down into his lap with playful innocence. His eyes widened as she inadvertently grinded against his lap, his will power forced to work on overdrive as he held back an instinctual erection. "Well hi there miss affection!" he joked as he massaged her shoulders, more in friendship than sensually. Sierra sighed happily as he muscles were gently touched, seeing the touch as caring rather than enticing. She leaned back a little naturally as his paws roamed, accidently draping her hair over his muzzle. Erik's heart hammered as he sniffed the soft locks, the smell of floral shampoo adding to the mouse's gentle nature. Sierra gulped a little as she caught the tickle of his inhaling breath, a blush covering her cheeks as she could tell her teacher's pants were beginning to tent. She tried to move herself away from the centre of his lap, but only made things worse, her balance slipping a little as the rough outline of his erection slide under her skirt and against her panties. "Shit!" Erik murmured as he tried to slink away from the wall, his mind screaming at him to hoist the cub off of him. "I-it's ok" Sierra whispered, her tone misunderstood as her shyness cut off the rest of her sentence. She had meant to add 'It's an accident, and only natural' but instead she simply sat awkwardly, the slight rubbing against her panties, causing her to feel little tingles. Erik had thought of this moment for a long time, not wanting to act on it, his fear of the school's lack of boundaries keeping him morally sound. He could feel it all crashing down now as her neck draped over his shoulder, everything in his mind was holding him back, but the surging blood in his lap betrayed his resolve. Time seemed to stop as his muzzle made contact with the girl's neck, a gentle nip causing the mouse to squeak loudly in surprise. She panted and shook as her body tingled, soon lifting off of her teacher to stumble away. "Sierra, I'm sorry," Erik said as he got up, "I don't know why I-" "No," Sierra whimpered as she stood a few feet away from him, "It's ok, I'm not mad, I just-I should go." "Please wa-" her tried to stop her, the mouse quickly pushing past the gymnasium doors as she rushed off. The gemsbok felt sick as he was left to stew in the terrifying reality of his actions, his mind reeling from the terrible outcome of months' worth of tension. He wanted to chase after her, but he knew it would only make things worse. The only hope he had at repairing their friendship was to give her space, and time to think and recover from the shock of his violation. He turned to look at the girl's change room door as he realized Jessika had never come out, and he entered slowly, calling out her name to make sure he didn't walk in on her indecently. "Back here!" she replied as her name was called, the gemsbok following the voice to the shower. His mind was too clouded to question the illogical nature of her placement, no suspicion raised until he was suddenly pounced by the older mouse. He lay on the floor after a short tumble, silent and dumbfounded as she draped over him. Her lips pressed to his as she kissed him, at first doing all the work before his tongue instinctually aided her. Her paw draped over his thigh, slowly working its way towards his crotch, meeting the hard on that had been given no time to soften. "Fuck!" she whispered as she disconnected her muzzle from his, feeling out the massive length that was shapely noticeable in his pants. The mouse barely spoke as she fiddled with the teacher's zipper, releasing the hard cock from its trapped state. Her eyes were wide as globes as she looked over the impressive shaft, nipping her bottom lip as she said, "I-it's been so long, since my husband past away, I-I need a man!" Erik remained silent and vacant as she tapped his cockhead with her tongue, slowly working a few inches into her muzzle as she stroked the rest of it. 'Maybe it's best,' he thought to himself, 'If I can't have Sierra, I'll just have Jessika.' He groaned a little as she picked up her pace, giving him a satisfying blowjob, 'After all Cassandra has Carol, why can't I...' Before that thought could finish he pulled away, lightly pushing the mouse away as he stuffed his member back in his pants. "Look, you're very nice," he began, looking away as his tone was left dry and serious, "...and your daughter is very important to me, but I'm taken, if I wasn't I'd appreciate this... and I'd consider seeing you, but I just can't, you are charming and sexy and a million guys out there would love to be with you... but not me, I'm sorry..." The mouse sat on the floor dumbfounded as she had been rejected so suddenly, her lustful, lonely state having made her more perverse and desperate than she ever wanted to be. It hurt not just to remain alone, but to give up on her own morals without even so much as a lay. She got to her feet as she brushed off her dress, grabbing her purse as tears began to flow from her eyes. Not a day went by that she hadn't wished her husband was there, keeping her and her daughter safe and happy. Before the image of the handsome mouse could break her down she left the change room, barely able to speak as she said to the gemsbok in a cold whisper, "Thanks for the tour." ... Erik sighed as he let the warm water of the change room shower flow over him, rubbing his eyes as he let his stressful mind wander. He had pushed through all of his duties that evening, despite the distraught and regret raging inside him from his own actions. He had never seen Sierra act the way she had tonight, and the advances of the mouse's mother left him more than just a tad uncomfortable. What was supposed to be a fun first parent/teacher night had been left a mental burden and he had no idea how he would face his star student the next day. He was so distracted by his thoughts he hadn't even heard the change room door open and the mysterious figure creep in behind him. His body shook as two arms wrapped around his chest, a feminine form with firm breasts pressing against his back, as a smooth, familiar tongue played with the lobe of his ear. "Mmm, here?" Erik asked with a chuckle as two paws reached to his waist, holding the thick cock that had begun to rise from the female's touch. "Yes here," Cassandra replied as she stroked his shaft, still nipping at his ear, "I'm not waiting any longer!" All of Erik's stress seemed to wash away in her arms, the touch of his lover enough to temporarily relieve him of all his doubts and worries. "You just can't stay out of trouble can you?" Erik groaned as he lay back, the beautiful form of his mate coming into view as she turned to face him. Water trickled through her soft black hair, her firm breasts splashed with the cascading nozzle waves as she slid her fingers down her lover's chest, her body lowering until she was eye level with his impressive manhood. She sucked on the head smoothly as she looked up at the gemsbok with a seductive glance, her lips slowly pushing down so a good half of his length could submerge into her muzzle. "God Cass that feels great!" Erik groaned as he wrapped his fingers through her hair, guiding her head down into his lap as she gulped down his length with a slight gag. She let out a soft murmur as she gripped the gemsbok's crotch, her fingers wrapping around the side of his leg as she rocked her muzzle up and down over his thick rod. She stopped only for a moment as her gag reflexes demanded a break, her lips turning to his firm balls, giving them a hard but enjoyable suck. "Mmm, turn around babe!" Erik said gently as he rubbed his lover's ears, the doe turning to show her ass off to her man. "Mmm, there we go!" the gemsbok growled with enthusiastic glee, his fingertips grazing and tickling his lover's pucker as he leaned in, tickling her clitoris with his nose as he inhaled her scent. Her breath grew heavy as the exhaling breath of her mate tickled her folds, his tongue sliding into her moments later as he sensually kissed her moist cleft. Her eyes closed as she raised her rump, the tickle of his fingers and the caressing tingles of his tongue making her pussy almost as wet as the water pouring down on the pair. He dug his fingers deeper, wiggling them around as he stretched her tight, warm pucker. Normally Erik would have been gentler with the invasion of his digits, but he knew how much his lover loved to have her backside played with. He slid his tongue deeper into her canal, wiggling it in subtle vibrations until her body opened up for him, accepting his tongue gracefully as he dove it in and out of her slick pussy. "That's s-so-ahh!" Cassandra cried out as he pressed his tongue in just the right spot, "Yes right there, oh god!" Erik smiled as he pressed his muzzle against her, diving his tongue as deep as it could go, inhaling her scent as every conscious sense gave itself over to the cause. Within moments she had begun to squeal out, his muzzle and mouth showered in her sweet nectar as her first orgasm came crashing in. "Someone's excited today!" he jeered her own as he kept fingering her tailhole, sliding out to giver her a moment to breathe. "St-st-stop..." the doe whimpered. "Hmm," Erik pondered, "Stop what?" "Stop," she panted as her body shook with trembling aftershocks, "Stop teasing!" She spread her folds open for her toned lover, "Fuck me Erik, I've waited long enough!" Erik grinned as her heard such depraved desperation coming from his mate. He gripped his cock with his paw, rubbing the tip teasingly along her aching pussy lips, "Stop teasing? But you look so sexy writhing around like that!" "Don't!" Cassandra growled as she slammed back, hilting the entire cock into herself. As soon as she had taken charge she instantly regretted it, her body reminded her of just how endowed her boyfriend was. "Ow, ow, ow... shit!" the doe whimpered as she felt Erik slide out of her, his cockhead rubbing her clit until her stinging pain had been replaced with fluttering tingles. "Now now Cass... this is my shower, my gym... my rules!" As the gemsbok spoke, he slid his cock slowly back into his mate's warm pussy, its inner walls hugging his shaft in a tight grasp. "Mmm, yes sir!" Cassandra called out lustfully as her lover treated her just right, his pace more realistic than hers as he slowly began to make love to her. He would let his entire length drop out of her, only the tip remaining inside before sinking all the way back in, his ministrations slowly timed and carefully calculated. The moment she began to loosen up he would change his pace, going from moderate to slow in an unrecognizable pattern. Occasionally he would rub a couple fingers over her clitoris, and sometimes penetrate her pucker with them instead. Each touch was unique and precise, the doe left with no spare moments to adjust to the sensations. Her body was on overdrive by the time Erik had turned the shower nozzle off, keeping the pair from getting water-logged as he allowed her own liquids some time to shine. He pushed her further as she began to shake, thrusting into her full force as she screamed out from the intensity of her climax. "Just ride it out baby!" he instructed his lover as he kept sliding in and out of her slowly, her body shaking and her breath staggering as tingles and shivers almost put her in shock. "Ahh s-stop..." she whimpered as her pussy began to sting, the sliding of his cock no longer comfortable, "It's getting a little ahh-" She wobbled a little as he pulled out her, his cock nice and slick from all the juices she had released. "S-sorry hon, but I'm still good to-Oh god!" Before she could even offer the suggestion he had pushed the first few inches of himself into her backside, the doe's pucker already somewhat loosened by the gemsbok's fingers, her own nectar serving as lubricant. "I know baby, I know" the gemsbok whispered as he began to toy with her ass in the same overwhelming inconsistency. Although it did not have the same slickness or shapely hold as her pussy, Cassandra's ass was much tighter and just as warm. "Yeah, shake it Cass!" he chuckled as she wiggled her rump for him, the doe clenching herself so her ass grew even tighter. "Mmm, I'm not gonna last much longer if you keep that up!" he said as she kept up her tightening and bouncing. "Why don't you fill me up then stud!" she said softly as she made no effort at slowing down, speeding up in fact as she desperately coaxed him to finish. Erik panted out as he thrust harder and faster, joining Cassandra in her pace as within moments his body tightened. He let out a long, low grunt as he pressed hard against his lover, bucking wildly as he shot volley after volley of cum inside her. Before he was completely empty, Erik slid out of her backside, his paw aiding with the intensity of his orgasm as the rest of his cum shot out over the doe's aching pussy lips. By the time he was done with his violent spurts, her entire rear end was coated in sticky white strings, the gemsbok scratching the back of his head as he chuckled with a slight blush. "Hon, umm, I may need to turn the shower back on..." The doe turned her head to give him a seductive wink, her fingers reaching back to scoop up all of the gemsbok's gooey treat. She slid her fingers slowly into her muzzle, swallowing it down slowly as her free paw pushed whatever she missed into her pussy. "Who says that dear?" she said in her usual sly tone before getting to her feet, "Now get your clothes, it's fucking late!" ... Erik sighed as he drove home, his girlfriend leaning against him as he drove. With the parent/teacher night craziness out of the way he was free to enjoy his weekend, the doe deciding to spend the entire forty-eight hours at home with him. His eyes were focused on the road as he continued the short trip home, his face suddenly contorting to a disapproval as he felt his zipper being yanked down. "Cass, what the hell are you doing?" he scolded his mate as she began to stroke his cock, the gemsbok unable to keep it from naturally hardening. "Shh, just drive dear..." Cassandra whispered as she gulped his shaft down, the gemsbok's breath heavy as he brought his attention back to the road, his lover igniting his flames of passion all over again. By the time she had successfully swallowed his whole length down they were home, the doe giggling as her mate pulled out the key, giving her a stern but hungry gaze. ... Cassandra moaned as her back smacked gently against the front door, the pair still half closed as Erik used his strength to help hold her up. The doe cried out as waves of orgasmic bliss washed over her, all pretenses of gentleness and precision having left her lover. Now he bucked wildly into her, his cock jabbing her insides with feral need. He had barely just hilted her when she began to shower him with a heavy squirt, her breath leaving her in heaves and coughs as he set her down on the floor. Erik wiped sweat from his forehead as he caught his breath, his lover suddenly grabbing his cock greedily and shoving it into her muzzle. She worked it down her throat in fast, smooth sucks, tasting her own nectar as she milked the gemsbok's engorged prick. Erik didn't take long either, in moments his paw holding the back of her neck as he fired another, smaller volley of cum down her throat. She giggled as she let the softening member fall from her lips, watching as her lover fell onto his back, panting. She let him catch his breath for a minute before pouncing on him, nipping his nipple hard. He let out a hurt groan as she suckled on the now sensitive area, her teeth quickly moving up to gnaw at his ear. "Everyday... you will do that to me every day... or I'm inviting Ms. Aven over for dinner." "Ugh you saw?" Erik couldn't help but laugh as he slapped the doe's ass. "I did," she giggled as sucked on the gemsbok's neck, "...and I mean what I said." The gemsbok laughed as he spread his lover's ass and pussy with both paws, looking into her eyes as he growled, "I hope you weren't planning to walk much on Monday!"

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Title: Meara and Oakley Ch. 05 Tags: black woman, white man, bwwm, interracial erotica, interracial romance, biker, love, lust It's 10 o'clock in the morning and I'm up making breakfast. Two years into our marriage, I stopped cooking for Xavier. Which was a pretty big deal, considering I come from the type of family where food equals love. Or, at the very least, affection. Xavier never even noticed. But, this morning, in spite of the previous long day and night, I'm up and at 'em, tearing up the kitchen in an effort to make us the best damn breakfast Oakley has ever tasted. He appears just as I've finished pouring our coffee, completely dressed, save for his button-down which hangs loosely from his hand. He's got his boots on and laced up. The sight of those gives me pause. Causes the smile that had been plastered across my face to falter. "You made breakfast," he says as he saunters into the room. His eyes move over the place settings, and the matching plates piled high with pancakes, sausage, fried potatoes and scrambled eggs. I swallow around the sudden lump of emotion which has risen in my throat. I didn't think he'd be ready to go so soon. My feelings probably read on my face because he curls an arm around my waist and pulls me close. "You look like you swallowed something sour. What's wrong?" The tip of his nose grazes my cheek, my ear, igniting a line of heat directly to my cunt that's in complete opposition with what I'm feeling. "You look like you're on your way out the door." My voice is soft. My fingers curl uselessly against his chest. "I am. I've gotta get back. There's a few things I have to take care of before tonight." I don't know why I'm acting so weird. The guy does have a life outside of here. I can't expect him to lounge around with me all day. Once again, reality smacks me in the face. I am sad. That's the emotion slithering around inside my chest. It's been so long since I've felt it, I don't immediately recognize the heavy weight of it. I don't like it. Sure, Oakley had taken a big step in coming to my parents party last night, but did it really make that much of a difference? It doesn't necessarily make us a couple. Right...? I pull away from him, my head bowed to hide my face, but he drops the shirt and uses both hands to pull me back in. "Aren't you gonna ask me what's happening tonight, Meara?" I don't like his light tone. I don't like that he's making me feel like a love-sick cunt. All I want to do is trash all this food and crawl back into my bed. God, I'm such an idiot. "Meara?" "Nah. Whatever it is, you have fun, ok?" My voice sounds thick and strange to my own ears. I twist in his grasp, needing to put some distance between us, and he simply laughs. My eyes shoot up to his face. If this fucker is laughing at me, I will scratch his eyes out. "You're so damned moody," he says, smiling, eyes bright in the rays of sunlight filling up the kitchen. "Did you just call me 'moody'?" Rage spikes through me. It snaps sharply along my spine. "I did." He's taunting me. Teasing me. In this moment I very much prefer dark and brooding Oakley. That asshole knew how to keep his mouth shut at least. "Listen here, fuck face-" I begin, but whatever I am about to say is cut off by Oakley's lips on mine. I'd like to say I struggled. I do not. I open immediately, moaning at the warm, wet taste of him, and the thick, dominating slide of his tongue. I moan helplessly, wantonly, because, damn, the man can kiss, and arch against him. "That's more like it," he says when he pulls away. I've softened considerably. The cheat. "Dick." "Mmhmm," he grumbles, pushing said appendage against my hip. He's already rock hard and my fingers ache to curl around it. He moves us backward and uses strong arms to cage me in against the counter. He bends low. Forces me to meet his gaze. His hair shifts around his shoulders. "Now that I have your attention," he drawls. The humor bleeds from his face slowly. He's all serious now, and I don't know what to make of it. "My brother wants to meet you." My heart thumps solidly at his words, kicking and knocking wildly behind the bars of my ribcage. I don't know if it's excitement or apprehension. Can't really tell the difference. And the grave look on Oakley's face isn't helping me decide between the two. "I don't... Is that something...you want?" I ask. He licks his lips and I try to concentrate on what's going on rather than the lingering taste of him on my tongue. He seems so uncertain right now. This is reality. This is us outside of quiet nights and cold beers. Sex doesn't seem to be an adequate buffer any longer. "I..." he begins, his eyes cutting away briefly before coming back to me. "There's a lot you don't know about me. I just don't want to put you in an uncomfortable position. But," he pauses. Slicks his thumb across my bottom lip. "If we're doing the whole family meet-and-greet thing, then... My brother is someone I'd like you to meet." I slip my hands along the bare skin of his forearms. "Forgive me if I sound like an asshole, but, you don't seem so sure about that." He sighs. "I like the way you look at me, Meara. I don't want any of that to change." Fucking riddles. "Why would it?" He looks as if he's about to say something, but then decides against it. He dips his head for another kiss, this one slow and easy as if he's savoring it, then steps back, putting a bit of distance between us. "Come out with me tonight and then we can talk." I'm used to Mysterious Mr. Oakley. I know he would never put me in a position where I would feel unsafe. I'm okay with whatever's beyond that. So, I nod, using all my willpower to keep my smile in check. I'm actually pretty excited to learn more about this man. He turns away to grab his shirt and I lift my foot to nudge his leg while he puts it on. "I slaved over a hot stove all morning to make you breakfast and you're slinking out on me." He scoffs. "Two things: I don't 'slink', and I promise to spend a couple hours making it up to you." I shouldn't cream as much as I am over those words. "Walk me out." It's not an order, but I salute him before sliding past him and leading us to the front door. Once outside, he brings me in close. His lips slide along the curve of my jaw and I'm tempted to say 'Fuck it' and beg him to stay. "What should I wear tonight?" He chuckles. Pats my hip with his left hand. "That's a trick question, right?" I laugh, throwing my head back and pressing my body firmly against his. "Only if you answer wrong." He rolls his eyes. "Wear something comfortable." His hair shifts over my hand where it rests on his shoulder. I turn it and allow the silken strands to sift across my open palm. He smells like my soap. My shampoo. I love it. From my peripheral vision, I'm aware of a car slowing down in front of my house. I think nothing of it until said vehicle comes to a complete stop and it's engine is cut. The air seems quieter now that the engine has ceased it growling. I turn my head to look at it more fully. The car doesn't look familiar. It's all black, the tint on the windows so dark I can't make out who's inside. But I don't have to guess for long. As if we were in a scene in a movie, the drivers' door opens and I think if I were capable, I'd probably shit a whole entire brick. Why the fuck can't I just have one single moment of happiness and peace? \*\*\*\*\* Because when it rains, it pours. Because I did something to someone in a previous life and karma is coming back to bite me in the ass. Because the Fates truly hate me. Because I can't have nice things. Whatever the reason, any of them would explain why Xavier Tiller is high-stepping his happy ass up my front walk. I don't even know what to say. Can't find the proper words to encompass every emotion running through me at the moment. "Hey, babe. Miss me?" I can't see his eyes behind the impossibly dark tint of his sunglasses, but I know he's leering at me. The right words finally come shooting out of my mouth. "What the fuck are you doing here, Xavier?" Oakley tenses in my arms, his entire body going rigid and on high-alert. Xavier is practically pouting and I hate that I used to find that shit so endearing. "Seriously, Meara? Is that necessary?" I slip out of Oakley's grasp and move to the top of the stairs, halting any forward progression Xavier had intended to make. My stomach feels tight. There's a pulse beating out a staccato rhythm above my left eyebrow. "What do you want, Xavier?" He slips his sunglasses off and tucks them into the collar of his shirt. His dark eyes meet mine. There's a sly look about them. He glances at Oakley, then back at me. "I've been calling you." I lift my hands in an open gesture. "I would have answered if I wanted to. Obviously, I didn't want to. Again, what are you doing here?" Oakley must make some movement behind me because Xavier's gaze flicks to him, his face scrunching up as if he's smelled something foul. "This your new guard dog?" I hate him. I hate him so much. I have no clue what I had ever seen in him. The sight of him brings about a seething rage inside me. "Maybe," I say. "Want me to sic him on you?" Xavier scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Did you get the flowers?" Finally, Oakley speaks up, his voice low and underscored with a sort of malice that both scares and excites me. "She did. They're dead." I want to laugh. I want even more for Xavier to be gone. I cannot possibly fathom why he would make a two hour drive to come see me when I've made it perfectly clear that I never want to see his lying, sneaking ass ever again. Before he can say anything else, I cut him off. "Xavier, I'm not giving you any money. I don't owe you shit. Please, please, in the name of all that's unholy, please get back in whoever's car you borrowed and be on your way. I don't even want to know why you're here. I don't care why you're here. Leave. Now." He stares at me a long moment, anger bleeding into and filling his dark eyes. It adds a faint rose tint to his otherwise olive complexion. To think, I used to believe he was the most handsome man in the world. The sight of him now makes me sick. Makes me hate myself for ever falling for his crap. He doesn't speak for a long time. Then, "Grampa Tiller died. I thought you'd like to know." This does give me a moment's pause. Only a moment. "I'm sorry for your loss. Get off my lawn." His jaw tenses, the color rising higher in his cheeks. He gathers himself easily enough. Shaking off whatever horrid thoughts he's thinking about me, he takes his sunglasses, flicks them open and slides them smoothly back onto his angular face. "Thanks. Glad to see you're still such a bitch." Oakley's past me and down the stairs like a shot. So fast that by the time it registers and I take off down the stairs after him, he's already got Xavier dangling by the collar of his shirt. "Shit! Fuck! Oakley, drop him!" Xavier is huffing and puffing, trying to break free of the much larger man who looks like he'd much rather kill him than let him go. His fingers dig uselessly into Oakley's forearms while his sneakered feet scrabble for purchase. His face is crimson now. His sunglasses are crooked. "Say it again," Oakley growls. "Go ahead. Call her a 'bitch' again. Please, do it." "Meara, get this asshole off of me!" Oh, my God, I shouldn't find this so funny. Cool, calm and collected Xavier looks like he's the one about to shit a brick. I'm hopping up and down beside the two, trying to get Oakley to focus, but I can barely speak around my own laughter. "Oakley! Oakley, drop him. It's ok! Holy shit, I can't breathe! Fucking drop him!" I swat his arm and he releases Xavier, who goes skidding over the ground before righting himself. "I should file assault charges against you, asshole!" Xavier screeches. He fucking screeches. It's priceless. Oakley takes a menacing step forward and Xavier jerks back. "Try it," I say. "Technically, you're trespassing." Xavier gives me wide eyes, then narrows them. He looks about to say something else, but I slide in beside Oakley and lay my hand on his arm. "Goodbye, Xavier. Feel free to never come back." He spins on his heel, muttering curses under his breath while smoothing his hands over his clothes. Oakley and I watch him get into his car and, without so much as a parting honk, he peels away and is gone just as fast as he came. I turn to Oakley who is glaring after the car, tense and glowering. "That was awesome." This gets his attention. "What?" I fold my hands beneath my chin and flutter my eyelashes at him. "My hero," I sing-song, which only gets me another hard glare. "This isn't funny, Meara." I fail to see how it isn't, but I know when to keep my mouth shut. Mostly. Oakley's eyes move down the road. Xavier is long gone, but his appearance has obviously made a lasting impression. I take a step closer and, if at all possible, Oakley seems to grow more tense. He mumbles something, something which sounds very much like, "This is a bad idea" and I grow rigid, heat setting off dancing flames just below the surface of my skin. "Oakley, that guy's a dick. Hopefully, he learned his lesson." I'm apparently not doing a good enough job at placating him because those dark greens snap to me like they're on a tether. "You don't get it." "No, I don't. Enlighten me." He stares at me a long moment, his green eyes sharp and full of fire. He doesn't speak and neither do I. I don't understand how everything changed so quickly. Sure, Xavier popping up was unexpected and I didn't expect Oakley to go all caveman on him. Maybe... "Do you think I still want that douchebag? Is that why you're pissed?" He sighs, long and hard, the weariness of the world in that one sound. Then, "I've gotta go." I blink at him. "Wait. What?" He's moving, storming off toward his truck before I've even had the opportunity to form a complete thought. No 'Goodbye'. No 'I'll call you'. Just the rumble of his truck as he takes off down the road. What the fuck just happened here? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Where in the world do you think you're going?" Ella is standing in the doorway of my office, hands on her slim hips and a look of vague interest on her pretty face. I blink at her, then return my gaze to the spreadsheet opened on my desk top. "Um, nowhere at the moment." She takes three long strides into the little room, and comes to a stop directly in front of my desk. She looks pretty in a lightweight burnt-orange cowl neck sweater and dark blue slacks. "I mean, when you are ready to go, where are you going?" I sigh. I don't know what she's doing here and I really don't want to know. I'd only stopped by to finish up my order sheets. From there... Well, I hadn't really come to a solid decision. "Don't play dumb with me, Meara Elise. You don't wear make-up and skinny jeans to come to work. Spill it." Why? Why can't I have a normal little sister who's completely self-involved and couldn't give two shits about me. She arches a thin, perfectly manicured brow at me. "Hot date with Oakley?" I don't know what emotion reads on my face, but she straightens to her full height and stares down the delicate line of her nose at me, her gaze full of smug knowing. "Let's not play this game again," she says. "Just tell me." I sigh again. It seems it's all I've been able to manage over the last couple days. Ever since Oakley went barreling off, all pissed and grumpy. Two days have passed and I haven't heard from him. Haven't seen hide nor hair of him at the bar, or lounging in the shadows of my porch when I return home. Xavier continued his telephonic assault and I, finally, caved and changed my number. He hasn't shown his slimy face again, so that's some consolation. But, the one person I want to see has effectively cut any form of communication. I'm pissed. And hurt. Pissed at myself for letting down my guard and letting Oakley in; pissed at Oakley for being so mysterious and vague and not giving any explanation for his apparent freak out. But what could I have really expected? I spent a little over six months fucking someone with the intention of not getting to know him. And, for this very reason. Getting to know someone forms attachments that can be hard to sever later on down the line. I'm hurt because I actually freaking like him. He makes me feel safe. Wanted. My family likes him. He's fucking hot. He doesn't try to make me feel inferior. He makes my heart beat. I get excited when I see him. But, he'd jetted at the first sign of trouble, even after he'd stood in the line of fire that is my family. Which makes no sense to me. I want to write him off and simply say fuck it, however, my heart, my stupid beating heart wants a damn explanation. I must have gone too far inside my head because Ella raps her knuckles against the shiny surface of my desk. "Talk to me, Mimi." I fold my arms across my chest and settle back heavily in my chair. "Xavier stopped by my house two mornings ago." Ella's face twists in irritation and disgust. "Why?" she says and all her feelings for my ex are encompassed in that one syllable. "Exactly. He says his Grampa died, but that can't be all of it. I don't really know and I don't really care." I shrug. "I mean, there wasn't much time for an explanation after he called me a 'bitch' and I stopped Oakley from throttling." This tickles Ella. She laughs loudly, clapping her hands. The sound is sharp within the small office. "That's perfect. That's what he gets." I throw up my hands. "And that's what I thought, too, but Oakley? Not so much. He was pissed." Ella shakes her head. "Why?" I wish I had answer. I don't. "I don't know. He took off. I haven't seen or heard from him in two days." Ella sucks her top lip between her shiny white teeth. "Do you think he's pissed that Xavier showed up? I mean, it's not like you invited him." I offer another noncommittal shrug. "I don't know, but I don't think so." A memory hits me and I suck in a slow breath. "Before the party, he showed up at my house with a busted lip. I tried to ask him about it, but he got all guarded and defensive. Told me to leave it alone." Ella's dark brow furrows. Noise echoes from beyond the office door, voices rising and twining in what I hope to be jubilation. I can't deal with anymore bar brawls right now. "Do you think he's into something... illegal?" She wavers on the last word. Her innocence always amused me. I'm glad Davis and my antics over the years never touched her. I almost envy her for it. "I don't know!" Nervous energy shoots through my and I channel it into tapping my boot against the leg of my desk. "Which highlights the fact that I still know next to nothing about this man. He might have a bike shop in Denton. He might not. Oakley might be his real name. It might not." Frustration forms a hard knot in my stomach. "He has a brother he wants me to meet." Ella lights up at this. "Well, that's good!" "It was. I think that was the plan before Xavier showed up. Once Oakley went all caveman on him, those plans went out the window. I've texted him to let him know I got a new number, but it's been radio silence." Ella plops down into the only other seat in the room, a slimsy chair opposite mine on the other side of the desk. It creaks faintly under her weight. "Well, geez, Mimi. I can't figure this one." "Me either, babes." Her eyes move over me, over the white tank with the picture of a hip hop Bruce Lee emblazoned across breasts. And she was right. I'm wearing black skinny jeans along with black ankle boots. The heel is moderate. The buckles on them remind me of Oakley. This outfit is 'dolled up' for me. "So, where were you going?" I've been honest so far. Why stop now? "I was going to Denton. To that bar we went a couple months back." I don't have to add that I'd been hoping to run into Oakley. She nods, understanding, and I'm grateful she doesn't make me say the words out loud. I feel desperate enough as is. "I wouldn't advise chasing after him." I blow out a harsh breath. She is right. "Mainly because he's waiting for you at the bar." My heart jumps to my throat, excitement and nervousness causing my voice to come out rough and strained. "What the fuck, Ella? Why didn't you say that? You're such an ass!" She smirks, shrugging as if she doesn't care that I could strangle her and feel no remorse about it. "You never tell me anything. I have to trick you. And I'm all out of lasagna." \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Ella offers to show Oakley back to my office. Of course I threaten her first. Wouldn't be right without one good one. In the short time I'm left alone, I vacillate between an array of different emotions. It's been two days. Oakley could be here to break things off with me. Or, he could have come to apologize and explain. I don't know for sure. What I do know is that my heart is beating a mile a minute and my stomach feels both hollow and heavy. If I'm going by my lack of very basic knowledge about him, I should run for the hills. He could be a psychopath. Or a crossdresser. Actually, that's kind of funny to think about. However, if I'm honest, if I'm really and truly honest... I'm not ready for it to be over. And that feels weird to me. Maybe I'm crazy. Maybe I'm a sucker for the bad boys. Hell, maybe my ass has just been lonely. Whatever it is, I like him. I fucking like him. I like the way he smells. I like the feel of his hair on my skin. I like the sharp glint in his eyes when I'm being an utter smartass. I like the way my chin fits into the curve of his shoulder when I'm resting against him in the darkness. I like that he's protected me. I like that he cares about my safety, which is evident in both the Carter Ludlow and Xavier incidents. But, he's waffling and I don't like that at all. Easy Sunday mornings have gone the way of the dodo. We're in the muck and grime, now. And I don't know what I'll find, or even if Oakley is ready and willing to reveal any of the answers to all these burning questions I now have bouncing around in my brain. I don't know what to do. What does it say about me that I want to keep him around so badly? Someone I barely know, but whose presence I've come to crave, and whose absence has already become rooted into my awareness. The heavy, advancing sound of his boots across the hardwood floors snap me back to the here and now. I lean back against my desk, aiming for aloof and ambivalent, though I'm just trying to keep my legs from shaking. When he appears in the open doorway, my pulse seems to spike even more. He's dressed in his leather jacket and his dusty boots, hair free-flowing and deliciously tousled. The sight of him always does something to me. But my attraction to him doesn't equal automatic forgiveness. I'm easy, yeah, but not that easy. His eyes meet my mine briefly, then shift to take in the layout of the office. It's small, cluttered and slightly cramped. Nothing exciting, though it holds his attention for several long, nearly unbearable seconds. "What did you mean?" I ask when the silence becomes intolerable. His eyes flick back to me, his dark brow furrowed. "When you said you didn't want the way I looked at you to change?" His eyes soften a bit, his brow smoothing out slowly. He rakes a hand back through his hair and takes a few steps into the office. Another long moment stretches between us before he breaks it. "Ryan." That's all he says. I just stare at him. I don't know what that means. Should I? "What?" "Ryan. It's my name. First name, actually." "Um... ok..." He slips his hands into his pockets. Shoves his shoulders back a bit as if he's fortifying himself against what will come next. "When I was 25, I was convicted of aggravated felony assault. I went to prison for 9 years." Felony assault. Prison. Nine years. Not at all what I expected to hear. The words echo and repeat inside my head. They're sharp and heavy. I'm not sure what to make of them. I open my mouth to speak, and nothing comes out. I don't know what to say. Oakley's eyes grow stormy, a bit of gray bleeding into them spring green. I can see his jaw working beneath the slight shadow of his beard. "That," he murmurs. "That look right there. That's what I didn't want to see, Meara." He scrubs both hands down his face and angles his big body away from me. "What a minute! What face did I make?" He turns, clearly frustrated. "Horrified." I throw my hands out. "What did you expect?!? You come in all 'Hi, my name is Ryan. I'm a convicted felon.' No lead in. No warning. Just boom. I mean, you had to have an idea how that was going to play out." He shakes his head. Doesn't meet my gaze. "Oakley, I only have what you've been willing to give so far." He scoffs, shaking his head wearily. "I could say the same about you." He's got me there. I've held my own secrets, doling them out only when necessary. I let out a slow breath. "Show me yours and I'll show you mine?" This gets a laugh out of him. Rough and half-hearted, but a laugh nonetheless. It makes me want to wrap my arms around him. To scale his big body and bury my nose in his wind-scented hair. Silence reclaims the space around us, drifting like early morning fog. He cares what I think about him. Worries that his past will taint what I think of him. How I feel about him. Hell, I don't know if it will, but... I want find out. I take a small step forward, slowly, carefully and lift my hand to him. "Hi, my name is Meara Kincaide. Single. Gloriously and happily divorced. Business owner. No kids. And you are?" His eyes travel from my face then down to my outstretched hand. A best passes. And then another. Finally, he closes his long fingers around mine. Gives it a single small shake. His skin is warm and rough where it connects with mine. His voice is low when he speaks, softer than I've ever heard from him, and the tension is gone. This makes me happy, fills me with a flickering sort of relief. "Ryan. Ryan Oakley. 40 years old. Never married. Business owner." He pauses, smoothing the pad of his thumb over the slightly protruding none of my wrist. "Convicted felon." This is nice. This is the gentle ease I've enjoyed with him. I can't judge him. At least not for what he's done. My mind has already formed my opinion on him, though I'm extremely curious to hear the story. "So... Ryan, huh?" I ask, quirking an eyebrow at him. He uses my hand to pull me, step by step, close to him. A thin smile curves one corner of his delicious mouth. "Yes. Ryan." It feels so good to be pressed against him like this again. Feeling his strength. His heat. "Yeah, I'm not calling you that." \*\*\*\*\*\* It's only right that we return to the familiar - sharing cold beers on my front porch. The sun is setting, bathing the world in swaths of vibrant red and deep purple. The air is warm. It smells like sunshine and earth. It's quiet. Peaceful. Lovely. We're sitting on the glider. Oakley welcomes my legs thrown carelessly over my lap. He said he likes my boots. His fingers dance over the smooth leather. What is with this man and my shoes? "So how did you get the busted lip?" I ask. It seems an easier place to start. Oakley drags his hand through his hair, an amused smirk appearing on his handsome, scruffy face. "My brother." I laugh. While I've threatened to maim Ella an innumerable amount of times, outside of childhood spats I haven't done any serious damage. Lately. I know with boys, it's different. "What for?" He allows his head to roll on the back of the glider, peering at me from beneath the dark fringe of his lashes. "You, actually." I choke on the sip of beer I'm in the process of swallowing. A bit dribbles down my chin and before I can swipe at it with the back of my hand, Oakley uses a long finger to clear it away. He casually sucks it off his finger and I bite down on the groan that rises in the back of my throat, knowing full well of what those lips, that tongue, are capable. "He'd been hounding me to meet you. Said I was hiding behind my past to keep from... moving forward with you." "He's known about me for some time, huh?" "Since the night your window got busted out. He was one of the guys I was with." I nod, feeling like somewhat of an asshole. I hadn't been very forthcoming about our relationship. It had taken nosey ass Ella to pry the information out of me. "So, the busted lip..." Oakley sighs, his eyes moving over my face. They settle briefly on my lips, then flick back up to mine. "I told him about the invite to your parents' party. The guy nearly ripped my head off when I said I wasn't going." "Why was it such a big deal?" Oakley's hand drifts up my shin. His fingers curl beneath my knee, tickling just a bit as they flex and release. He doesn't speak for a long moment. His eyes are downcast. He appears to be concentrating on his task, but I get the feeling he's unwilling to meet my gaze. "You're out of my league, Meara." His voice is low, tinged with a hint of something I can't quite put my finger on - something that tugs and pulls at a soft spot inside my chest. Out of his league? I can't imagine what would make him think such a thing. Wonder if I've ever done something to make him feel that way. He continues before I can ask. "You're kind. And tough. And beautiful. Smart. Put-together. Nowhere near the mess I'm used to. Me? I almost beat a guy to death." I lay my hand over his. Give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze to show him that I'm neither afraid nor disgusted by his admission. He lifts his eyes to mine finally, and the pain is so strong, so deep, and flares so bright and clear in their beautiful spring green depths, that my breath stalls in my throat. "I nearly killed a guy because a pretty girl broke my heart, and the guy she used to do it thought it was funny." He laughs shortly, low and bitter. "And the worst part is, I never regretted it. Until now. Until you. You deserve so much better than a guy like me. But, damn it, you've gotten under my skin and I can't fucking shake you loose." This is probably the sweetest, most heartbreaking confession I've ever heard. I should probably feel some measure of concern or alarm. Something. I don't. I can't pinpoint the exact moment I fell for him, when his presence became more than just sex and the merging of flesh. But, somehow, some way, it has. I've grown accustomed to the sound of his voice in those early morning hours, the weight of his arm over my hip, and the warm tickle of his breath on the back of my neck. I like that he rarely smiles, but when he does, it's like sunshine after a storm, clear and startling bright, filling me with warmth and light. I like the smell of his skin, the mixture of leather and earth that clings to him. I like the way his big body seems to take up so much space, and the way I seem to fit perfectly against it. I like that he makes me feel safe and protected, warm and wanted despite of, or in spite of, my big mouth and my stupid temper; how he can tell me to shut the fuck up with nothing more than the quirk of one dark eyebrow. In all this time, the only anger I've seen from Oakley is when he'd been ready to maul Xavier for calling me a 'bitch'. In hindsight, I definitely shouldn't have laughed, knowing what I know now. Oakley has protected me since the moment he met me - first by tossing Carter out when he'd gotten too aggressive; then, by seeing me home almost every night after; and, finally, by removing my ex-husband from my front lawn. I have never felt unsafe with him. I don't think I ever could. It's crazy, but I can feel it in my gut. It's knowledge. It's a soft of certainty that pulses thinly inside me. And, that's what he's afraid of. That I'll fear him. Fear him enough to push him away. That I'll see a brute instead of the big bodyguard I've held in my arms so many nights. I wrap my fingers around the wrist at my knee and pull him toward me. He resists at first, but I tug again and again until he gives in. I press my lips lightly to his. "I would never hurt you, Meara," he murmurs softly, though no less urgently. "I need you to know that." "I trust you, Oakley," I say. "I trust you more than I've ever trusted anyone in my life. I don't care what came before. I don't know that guy. He's a stranger. Who I know is this guy in front of me." I trail the backs of my fingers down his cheek. Smile as he leans slightly into my touch. "I like him. I like who you are now. With me." There's more, yes, more that I need to know, but I'm ok with this for now. We've talked enough. He releases a heavy, relieved breath, warmth fluttering over my skin across the short distance separating us. He tilts his head to the side, and presses his mouth firmly against mine. It's a chaste kiss. Just the lingering pressure of our lips. Touching. Caressing. He's gentle. Perhaps, trying to prove a point. To reassure me that I have nothing to fear from him. But I need more. Harder. Hungrier. As gracefully as I can manage, I raise up and shift my body until I'm straddling his hips. His hands automatically go to my thighs. His strong fingers knead the soft flesh, causing me to moan and grind over him, pleased to find him already hard beneath me. He opens to the slick slide of my tongue, suckling briefly. I catch his bottom lip between my teeth and give it playful nip. "Meara," he moans. And I love the way my name sounds wrapped up in his rough basso. The edges of it aren't so smooth and pretty now. Somehow he manages to fill each syllable with his need and desire. "Let's go inside," I say. "I think we've talked enough for now." His hands slip behind me. He gives my ass a firm squeeze. "You sure?" My response is another winding roll of my hips. I'm done talking. I want this man inside me. Above me. Behind me. "Don't make me repeat myself." He growls, the sound seeming to echo in the warm evening air. "Mmm... but you sound so good when you beg." "Asshole." But there's neither bite, nor venom in the epithet. He wraps his arms around my waist and, once I'm pressed securely against him, surges to his feet. A startled yelp slips past my lips and I circle my arms around his neck. I shouldn't be surprised by his speed and strength. In fact, it excites me. We're moving suddenly, Oakley's long strides carrying us across the porch. He opens the door without having to look. Steps past the threshold. Paces swiftly, surely, down the short front hall. I figure he'll head for the living room, more accurately the couch, but he heads up the stairs and to the bedroom. He drops me on the bed and I flounder on my back while I begin to strip out of my clothes. He stares down at me as he toes off his boots, then unclasps his belt. His eyes are almost glowing with his desire as they drink in the steady rise and fall of my breasts and, once I've toed off my boots and shimmied out of my jeans, the wide swell of my hips and the curve of my thighs. Fuck, do I like the way he looks at me, as if he's a hairsbreadth away from losing full control and devouring me whole. I wonder if my own face reflects his hunger, though I'm certain it does. The removal of his shirt reveals the swirls and slashes of ink adorning his strong arms and the broad expanse of his chest. I want to taste him, to run my tongue over each intricate, looping pattern. He is beautiful in the lowering light, a dark and towering work of art that leaves me breathless and shaking slightly. I swallow and rise up on my knees. "I win," I say, referring to the fact that I'm bare ass naked and he's still almost completely dressed. I unbutton his black jeans and shove them over his hips. His cock springs up, tall and smooth and, still on My hands and knees, I take him in my mouth, drawing him in and sucking deeply. His hips rock, shoving him to the back of my throat, and he lets out a long hiss. "Shit, Meara," he sighs. I pull back, trailing my tongue along his length, leaving him slick and straining. I graze my teeth over his stomach and smile into his skin. Dipping low, I take the head of him between my lips and tease. "Fuck my mouth," I murmur, before swallowing him down again. He wastes no time. One hand curls over the back of my neck, the other cups my chin. He strokes long and smooth, grunting when he hits the back of my throat. I allow him to use me, to control the rhythm and the depth. My pussy drips, tightening in anticipation. When he releases his hold long enough to drag his blunt nails up my spine, I hum around his thrusting cock, arching my back for more. "Look at you. My beautiful, dirty girl," he says, and the way he whispers it heightens my arousal, as if it's a secret that only we share. A shiver races through me and I lift a hand to cover his, lace my fingers through his, urging him to move faster, to use his cock to brand me as his. He begins to move faster, rougher, and I flatten my tongue, moaning as he bobs me over his dick. I want to see his face, to see the desire etched on it, to watch his mouth as they form those filthy words, but I concentrate on breathing, on the throbbing of my clit in time with his thrusts. My moaning becomes high and frantic, full of lust and need. I want him to come in my mouth; I want him to come in my cunt, to bury himself deep, to fill me to bursting. Perhaps sensing this, he pulls away and I'm left panting for only a few brief moments before he turns me toward the head of the bed. I feel the roughness of his jeans against the back of my thighs as he moves in behind me. One large hand snakes over my hip, then roughly cups my pussy. An arm slung around my shoulders pulls me upward. "You're mine, Meara," he says harshly, urgently, in my ear. Two fingers slip into my cunt, and I cry out as I grasp at his forearm. His fingers plunge deeply, spearing into me, then curling as they retreat. It feels so fucking good but it's not nearly enough and I grind my ass into him. "Is that what you want, baby," he asks. "To be mine?" "Yes," I gasp out. There is no hesitation in me, only need for the only man at my back, his cock pressed hot and hard against the top of my ass. I nod wildly, sucking in a sharp breath. "I want to be yours, Oakley," I sigh. With a growl he releases me and I fall forward, bracing myself on my forearms. His hands circle my hips and he drives into me in one sharp thrust. There is pain, but it's nothing compared to the pleasure, so sharp and complete that it seizes the air in my lungs. My back bows inward, forcing my tits into the mattress and my ass even higher and, when the air comes back to me I wail loudly, "Fuck, Oakley!" And he isn't playing around. He fucks me hard and deep, pushing my body forward until he's almost completely left me, then pulling me back with rough tugs on my hips. He is fucking himself with my entire body, and it's so damn hot. I can hear him over my own needy moans, chanting a gruff string of filth that has me clenching and squeezing around him. "Fuck, yes... Meara... You always feel so fucking good. So fucking perfect." I dig the heels of my hands into the mattress and push back into him, and his rhythm falters. I take advantage of it and turn the tables, using him now as he had just done me, showing him with my body just how much I want and need him. The pleasure rises, coiling and tightening in my belly and as I start to come, he flattens his big body over mine, pressing me further into the mattress. His hands remain at my hips, pinning me in place as he continues to drive into me. I am wailing, cursing, possibly crying, it feels so fucking good, and I'm still coming, bucking under him. His breath is harsh at my ear. "Keep coming, baby," he growls. "Don't stop coming for me. My girl never stops coming for me." I couldn't if I tried. He pounds into me and the pleasure rises and holds. It snaps through me, makes me claw at the bedspread. I am overwhelmed. My vision blurs at the lack of oxygen, both from the weight of Oakley and the deep dicking he's giving me. My cunt is a vice, a hot, wet vice, and he is practically lunging to force his cock into me over and over, battling against the tightness of my sheath. The next orgasm blindsides me and my entire body seizes in sharp pleasure. His moans and grunts are intoxicating. In them, I can hear his want, his need for me. He's on the verge and eager, barely restrained. "Oakley... Baby... Please..." "Mmph...Mmph...Mmph..." "Come... Please, come... I need it..." A hand tangles in my hair, holds me effortlessly in place, makes me feel every inch of this claiming. "Fuck, Meara...fuuuuck...!" His thrusts grow erratic. Sharp. I lick my lips, squeeze his dick even tighter. He comes, growling and cursing, driving deep, and I take him, howling my pleasure with him. He flops down beside me, breathing fast and hard through his nose. My body is jelly, soft and warm, and I can do nothing but stare at him from beneath my lashes. I can't say how long we lay there, but I'm in no hurry to move. Satisfied doesn't hold enough weight for what I feel. His eyes are soft when he turns to gaze at me, and the look in them stops my heart. His gaze is full of awe and love, and no one has ever looked at me in such a way. As girly as it is, as warm and delicious as I feel in this moment, I don't stop the mist of tears that well up in my eyes. Something in my chest, something tight and hard-edged, suddenly melts away, and I know, for certain that cutting this man loose will never be an option. "Come here," Oakley murmurs. His hand clasps my shoulder and he pulls me close. He places a gentle kiss to my temple. His skin is slick and hot against mine. He holds me tightly. We lay that way a long time, a tangle of hot, sweat slick limbs. As I begin to drift off, Oakley readjusts us so my back is pressed into his chest. He pulls the edges of the blanket around us, the cloth and his strong arms enough to keep any chill at bay. "Meara." "Hm?" "Thank you." It's a whisper, low in the warm stillness of the room. He can't see it, but I'm sure he can feel my smile against the curve of his arm. "You're welcome." I place a kiss in the crook of his elbow, and add, teasingly, "Ryan." His response is a sharp pinch to my already sensitive ass cheek. "Little witch."

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Title: Houseboating Ch. 01 Tags: mungo brush, cock glen, orgasm rob, cock thicker, glen cock, cold liquid, rob started, dress fell, cunt still, repeated process *As Told By Her* We had decided to do another houseboat jaunt on the Myall lakes. We hadn’t done this since the eighties and then it was May, the middle of autumn, not as conducive to nude swimming and sunbathing as this month, February, the best part of our summer. Rob and I are in our forties, three kids grown up and able to look after themselves, so now we get to enjoy the things we like to do. The Myall lakes are a beautiful part of the world, about 4 hours north of Sydney, adjacent to some of those northern beaches. You can actually anchor the boat, in some parts, and walk across the dunes to the ocean beaches. The lakes themselves are probably 3 times the size of Sydney harbour and are surrounded by pristine beaches and bushland, a haven for birds and wildlife. Rob and I particularly like them for the peace and quiet, and the opportunity to go naked almost all the time. We picked up the houseboat at Bulahdelah, a pretty little town on the Pacific highway, the main coastal link between Sydney and Brisbane. We take all our supplies for the time we are to be away, this time seven days, food, alcohol and a little bit of clothing. The houseboat was a six berth, quite spacious for two people. It had a lounge area, where the helm is (that’s the steering wheel for you landlubbers) and this area could convert into a large double bed, plus there were two separate lounges, which also converted to beds if necessary. Down some steps towards the stern (back) was the well-equipped galley (kitchen) and forward from the galley, under the lounge, was the double bedroom. Out the back door, at the stern, is a ladder up to the deck, which covers almost the entire boat. There’s a gas barbecue, tables and chairs and plenty of space for nude sunbathing, or anything else for that matter. If you know what I mean! Very, very comfortable and cosy. We sailed off down the river towards the lakes, this part of the journey takes about two and a half hours, and around the first bend out of site of the town we shed our clothes. I opened a cold bottle of champagne and poured us both a glass. Handing Rob his I said “Here’s to a wonderful seven days of relaxation, eating, drinking, fucking and oh by the way did I mention fucking.” Rob just grinned and took a mouthful of his champagne. I did likewise and with my mouth full of the cold liquid, went to the helm where he was steering, kneeled down and took his semi-erect cock in my mouth. He shuddered with the effect of the cold liquid and my hot mouth and immediately his cock sprang to full attention. I swallowed the champagne ane set about continuing my ministrations to his wonderful shaved cock and balls. Rob isn’t overly long, about 15cms (6 inches) but he is very thick and I love taking the fullness deep into my mouth. I learnt to swallow him (and then many others) without gagging, early in our marriage and I know how much pleasure I give him when I deep throat him. I proceeded to do just this with much vigour. “Honey,” Rob gasped, “I’ve got to get this thing out to the lakes. There’s nowhere here I can anchor without blocking the river.” I took my mouth off his cock and said, “That’s OK sweetheart, you just keep sailing and I’ll keep sucking.” “But I want to fuck you.” “You can later, but for now you’ll just have to put up with my sucking so relax and enjoy.” I went back to my pleasure giving. I dragged my teeth lightly up to the rim of his beautiful knob, he’s circumcised, then slipped his cock out of my mouth, ran my tongue down the underside of his cock to his balls, sucked on each of them in turn. I then grabbed them and gently squeezed them together and took both of them in my mouth and started stroking his hard shaft. I could feel the pre-come oozing from his knob and let his balls fall out of my mouth and plunged it straight down over his cock ‘til it hit the back of my throat and I swallowed him deeply. I pulled my mouth back to his knob and repeated the process, over and over, ‘til I felt his balls tighten. “Honey I’m gonna come,” he gasped. “I know,” I muffled through my mouthful. I felt the first of his come hit the back of my throat and lifted my head and let the next spurts land on my breasts as I worked my hand up and down his shaft ‘til he was all spent. I rubbed the sperm over my tits. “You are, without a doubt, the worlds best cocksucker,” my hubby said, when he got his breath back. “Thank you darling, you always say that.” “It’s the truth you know it. God knows I’ve had my cock sucked by enough women to know who’s the best.” I accepted the compliment because I knew he genuinely meant it. Besides I’ve had many other men tell me the same. It’s funny because it’s not something that really turns me on. I have a girlfriend who gets right off on it. She’s only got to stick a dick in her mouth and she starts cumming. Not me. I enjoy doing it because I know I’m giving the guy pleasure, and I like that, but it doesn’t get my juices flowing that much. We sailed on down to the lakes. That evening we anchored in a little cove off the main lake. We both dressed for dinner, me in a little white semi transparent mini dress and G-string and Rob in shorts and a T-shirt. Rob cooked a wonderful meal on the barbecue and we polished off a great 10 year old Cabernet Shiraz. We hadn’t long finished our wine when Rob got up and came to me, stood behind me and started massaging my shoulders. “Careful,” I said “You know how a shoulder and neck massage gets me going.” “Yes I know exactly what it does.” With that he slipped the thin shoulder straps over my arms and exposed my breasts. He massaged my shoulders, neck and let his hands trail down to my tits; my nipples were already hard and erect. He pinched each one between his fingertips, causing me to moan involuntarily, he bent over my shoulder and lifted one of my tits to his mouth and sucked on it hungrily. I moaned again. He repeated the process with the other one. I could feel my G-string getting wet. Rob let his hand trail down over my belly to my shaved mound, felt my wetness and slid two fingers straight into my cunt. I came! He bent his mouth to mine and kissed me, his tongue probing into my mouth as I savoured his passion. Rob lifted me from the chair, as the sky started to darken with the impending nightfall, and my dress fell to the floor. I stood there in just my G-string and Rob gazed at me adoringly. “God, you are still so beautiful.” I’m pretty happy with my 36 26 36 figure. After three kids my tits don’t sag that much, I’ve always had great legs, my bum’s still firm and, through good pelvic exercises, my cunt is still nice and tight. “Thank you darling, you look pretty good yourself.” As I eyed his very solid erection. Rob dropped to his knees in front of me, pulled my outer lips apart and lapped voraciously at my wet cunt. Just then, in the darkening evening, another boat pulled into our little cove. Rob hesitated in his licking for just a moment. “Fuck them,” I said, “We were here first.” Rob returned to my pleasure bud. He was nibbling at my clit now and I was lost in my moanings of pleasure. He again inserted two fingers into my cunt as he nibbled at me. The noise of my pleasure must have reached the other boat, because it sailed right up to our boat and dropped anchor less than twenty feet away. Again my hubby stopped. “Don’t stop now,” I growled. He renewed his ministrations with more vigour and I orgasmed, not quietly. After my orgasm had subsided a little, Rob withdrew his fingers and placed them in my mouth to suck my own juices from them. At the same time he bent me over the railing on the deck, facing the other boat, and entered me from behind. I drew a breath as his cock filled me with its thickness. The two couples on the other boat were now staring in our direction, trying to see all our movements. Rob started really pounding me from behind, hammering at my cunt with his thick cock, bending me right over the rail, my tits hanging down and flailing wildly with each stroke. I could clearly here the comments from the other boat. “My god, they’re fucking, right out here in the open. How disgusting!” I didn’t care. Wave after wave of pleasure was sending me towards orgasm. Rob’s cock seemed to be getting thicker and longer as I plunged helplessly to my own release. I felt my climax just as Rob shot his load deep into my cunt and I screamed in sheer pleasure. He stayed with his cock still buried deep inside me as I regained my composure. I eventually straightened up and his cock fell out of me with a “plop”. Our neighbours were still standing there with jaws agape when Rob said; quite loudly “You’d think they’d never seen anyone fuck before.” With that we went down below to our bed. Next day, about mid-morning Rob said, “Why don’t we go over to Mungo Brush? We’ve never been there before.” I thought this a little strange. Usually when we go on these sorts of adventures, we stay away from everyone. Just enjoy each other’s company, relax and have great, unrushed sex. “If you really want to,” I said unenthusiastically. “Yeah, I’d like to. We’ve never been there before.” So about lunchtime we headed the little motorised dinghy over to Mungo Brush. We had to put clothes on, so I put on as little as possible. A black halter neck sundress, G-string and high-heeled sandals. Rob had slacks, open necked shirt and slip-on shoes. There turned out to be quite a nice restaurant at the village and we enjoyed a lovely seafood meal with a chilled chardonnay. As we were finishing our wine a tallish young guy walked toward us. He was wearing a tight T-shirt, which emphasised his muscular chest and a pair of tight fitting jeans. “Rob, how the hell are you?” “Hi Glen, what are you doing up in this neck of the woods?” Now, call me stupid if you like, but this Glen was staring at me, with what I imagined to be lust, as he spoke to Rob, and I was getting that familiar wetness in my crotch. Fuck he was gorgeous! “I’m heading down to Hawks Nest, and decided to have some lunch here while I was waiting for the car ferry.” Hawks Nest is a beautiful village right on the ocean at the entrance to Port Stephens. Our prime minister often holidays there. Sounded like a perfectly good answer to this girl, the one with the wet crotch. “Oh god I’m sorry. Glen this is my wife, Catherine. Catherine this is Glen. Glen works for one of the companies I deal with.” Still sounded like a perfectly reasonable explanation to me. I was still dribbling pussy juice, the way he was looking at me. “You told me your wife was attractive. You didn’t tell me she was drop dead gorgeous.” Oh, this boy had me. I was getting wetter and wetter. “Thank you Glen, I bet you say that to all the girls.” “Only the absolutely stunning ones Catherine.” “Hey Glen,” my hubby interjected “What’s doing at Hawks Nest?” “Not much mate. Just going to have a couple of days R & R before heading back to work.” “We’ve got a houseboat for a week,” my hubby said, “I’m sure Catherine wouldn’t mind if you joined us for a day or two, would you honey?” Mind, MIND! I’m sitting here with liquid pouring out of my pussy, fantasizing about fucking this hunk, and my hubby says would I MIND! “No,” I said demurely, “As long as Glen wouldn’t think it to boring being with an old married couple.” “I’d love to join you, and I don’t think I’m going to be bored for one minute.” Not if I have my way baby, I thought. “It’s settled then. Let’s pay the bill and be out of here.” We sailed the little dinghy back to the boat. Glen helped Rob secure the dinghy and we got under way. I was standing at the stern, watching the wake from the twin outboards, trying to control my quivering pussy, when Glen came up behind me. “Rob tells me you like going naked,” he said. “Yes, I love the feeling of the cool air on my body, but only while we’re on our own. I embarrass easily. I’m not twenty something any more.” “I don’t think you have the slightest thing to be embarrassed about Catherine. Most women would kill for your figure.” Oh great. That’s it. Start the bloody juices flowing again. The boat lurched suddenly to the side. I fell against Glen and he grabbed me, one hand encircling my right breast, the other on my thigh as he held me from falling. “Sorry, bloody jet skiers,” my hubby called from the helm. I didn’t care. I was leaning against this hunk and I could feel his erection, through his jeans, pressing into my back. “I should let you go,” Glen whispered. “Yes, you should,” said I, not moving. He turned me around to face him and undid the bow at the back of my halter. My dress fell to the deck. I heard his sharp intake of breath. “You are staggeringly beautiful, nearly naked.” I may as well be naked, I thought, all I had left on was a G-string that was now totally transparent, thanks to my over active pussy juices. Just then the boat slowed and I realized we were turning into a cove. I bent to retrieve my dress. “Don’t,” Glen said, “Please stay naked and let me feast my eyes on your body.” That almost did it! I bloody near orgasmed there and then. The boat stopped and I heard the anchor drop. “I think I’ll go up on the deck and get some sun,” I stammered. I climbed the steps to the sun deck knowing Glen was standing underneath me watching. Surely he could see my juices on the inside of my thighs. I laid down on one of the airbeds and tried to gather my thoughts. Was I being naïve and this was a planned thing. God knows Rob and I have fucked our way through many threesomes, foursomes and moresomes before. But this wasn’t Rob’s usual “modes operendi.” The guys appeared on the steps, Rob carrying a bucket with two bottles of champagne and ice in it, Glen with three glasses. “You look a little hot hon,” Rob said. “I think she’s extremely hot,” smiled Glen. “Why don’t you take your G-string off honey?” my hubby asked. Fuck it I thought, “Cause you guys are fully clothed,” I reminded them. “That’s easily fixed,” Glen said, and stripped off immediately. When he pulled his jeans down, I had to stop myself from staring at his shaved genitals. His cock was already half hard and longer than Robs, even in that state. “Seen something you like?” my hubby enquired of Glen with a smile on his face. “You betcha,” Glen replied. They both sat on the airbed either side of me. Glen handed me a glass of wine. “Here’s to a wonderful afternoon of sun…..and sex,” my hubby toasted. That was all the encouragement Glen needed. He put down his glass, slipped his fingers through the waistband of my G-string, and pulled it off. “Oh fuck,” he exclaimed, “There are very few pussies that look good shaved, your’s is fantastic.” “Look how turned on she is,” my hubby said, “Her cunt juices are glistening in the sun.” Glen wasn’t waiting to look, he just buried his head between my thighs and started lapping up my juices. Rob bent over and took my left nipple in his mouth just as Glen slipped two fingers into my cunt. That was all it took, I orgasmed, clutching Glen’s head with my hands and his fingers with my cunt muscles as I came. “My god, I can hardly wait to feel that pressure on my cock,” Glen said. Without waiting for any further encouragement, Glen rolled me onto my back, put my knees over his elbows and guided his cock into my dripping cunt. Glen is longer than my hubby by a good two inches. Not a nearly as thick, but longer. He thrust it home with one shove. I screamed and orgasmed again. He then proceeded to pound away at my lovenest, extracting more and more mini orgasms from me. Just when I thought the almighty blast was coming, he withdrew, turned me over on my tummy, lifted me up onto all fours and slid into from behind, doggy style. This gave my hubby the opportunity to slip his meat into my mouth. Now you already know from earlier in the story how I can deep throat. But with somebody pounding away at your cunt from behind, it gives a whole new meaning and sensation. Every time Glen hit my cervix with his cock, I swallowed more of Rob, so that Rob’s cock was so far down my throat none of his come would be in my mouth. And that’s exactly what happened. I could feel Glen’s cock getting thicker as he approached his orgasm, Rob’s getting thicker as he approached his and my cunt contracting as I approached mine. Glen was the first to let go! With a roar he shot his load into my cunt. Simultaneously I started to violently orgasm, I couldn’t scream, Rob’s cock was too far down my throat, and then Rob’s load was gushing into my gut. I collapsed onto the airbed, my mouth and cunt still full of cock. I must have passed out for a few minutes, because the first thing I saw was Rob leaning over me with a wet cloth, sponging my face with an anxious look. “Are you alright hon?” “Never better sweetheart,” I whispered, “That was bloody wonderful.” “Here, have a glass of champagne.” Glen, the thoughtful bartender. “Thanks. I could use a drink.” We sat, talked and drank champagne in the warm afternoon sun. I don’t know if it was the booze, the sun or just being naked in the outdoors with two horny men, but I started to get wet again. I could see the guys were beginning to get aroused as well. Fuck it, I thought, I might as well take matters into my own hand. So I leaned over and took Glen’s half hard cock into my mouth. He groaned and lay on his back, so I had to get on my knees to continue my ministrations. That presented my pussy into the air and next thing I knew Rob was sliding his fat cock into me. Glen’s cock was reaching its fullness. I took my mouth off it, looked into his eyes and said, “Double me.” “What?” “Double penetrate me.” My hubby knew what I wanted. “My wife wants one of us in her pussy and the other up her arse.” Glen looked shocked. I don’t think he’d ever fucked anyone anally before. Oh well, there’s always got to be a first time. “Who’ll go where?” he stammered. Rob decided demonstration was the order of the day. He pushed Glen aside, slid under me in my all fours position and I lowered my pussy onto his fat cock. This left my arse in the air for Glen to seize the moment. I rode away on Rob’s cock and thought to myself, he’s too scared. But then I felt some lube being applied to my arse, a finger tentatively probed the opening, and then slide in comfortably. I felt the finger withdraw and a larger, harder member nudge at my opening. I tried to relax my arse muscles as I felt the initial penetration. First the pain, then the beginning of pleasure as he passed the barrier, his cock sinking into my innermost depths. The guys started to move in unison. The feeling of fullness as both my holes were ravaged, just the thin layer of membrane separating the two cocks inside me. Does it get any better than this? Their paces quickened, along with mine, my breath now coming in ragged gasps. I felt both of their cocks starting to thicken, their pace increasing to rapid hammering of my openings. I felt my orgasm rushing up on me. I started to scream as I felt the first jet of come explode into my cunt. Rob came first. Then just as he started to slow I felt Glen thrust himself as far as he could up my arse as he emptied his load deep into my bowel. I screamed again and collapsed onto Rob, Glen’s cock still deeply imbedded in my arse. Later that evening over a delicious barbecue Rob asked Glen did he have to leave tomorrow. “Not really, if you’d like me to stay for awhile.” I just smiled, leaned back in my chair, opened my legs for the guys to see my naked cunt and thought, “Here we go again.”

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Title: Outlaw (part 1) by guardian-hawk Tags: Bondage, Dragon, M/F Mallak banked and wheeled around, glancing at the caravan of men on horseback and covered wagons down below to check his position. At this altitude the men might see a shadow and think him a bird, if they even noticed him at all--his light blue scales could make him nearly invisible from below on bright clear days like today--and he checked once more, to make sure they hadn't picked up their pace. Just half a mile now until they made it out of the sparse tree cover and out onto open land. He couldn't see if Frank and Eli were in position, or if Brian had the others ready to move, but trusted they were ready and turned his attention to the air around him. There wasn't a cloud in the sky to obstruct the sun or his vision, and he could see a couple of birds a few thousand feet below, along with a crow right above tree level flapping away from the thunderous passage of the caravan. But there were no other dragons in sight: the men below were unprotected, and once they left the tree cover, they would be easy prey for him and the rest of his bandit team. He took one last scan of the horizon, then the lead horse ventured out onto the plain, followed by the three covered wagons and the horsemen flanking them, one more rider bringing up the rear: eleven men, to the six of his band, but with no dragon and, according to Frank, not a single high-velocity rifle between them, his presence tilted the scales well in their favor. Amazing that what Eli had scouted as a *substantial* haul had so little protecting it! He took one more steadying flap, then tucked his wings and tilted into a dive, passing far ahead of the caravan before leaning into a hard sweeping turn, wings snapping open to catch himself as he neared the ground, flapped again and shot towards the lead horse nearly as fast as he could go. *Now* the men saw him, were already shouting, pointing, reaching for pistols and trying to turn South at the same time, but they just didn't have the time to react. They barely had their guns drawn before he was on them, roaring at the top of his lungs and flaring his wings wide. The horses reared and bucked and tried to shy away, spoiling any attempts the mounted men made to fire on him, and the spray of dust he kicked up made those in the carts wipe their eyes just to be able to see again. The second and third carts were partially protected by the bulk of the first from the wind and sand and even his roar, and as he plowed into the lead horseman they had already begun to turn back towards the trees--only to find Brian leading three other bandits towards them on horses of their own! The lead horse was big, two thirds his own size, but Mallak still made short work of the first man. But his next target had given his terrified mount her head and she was bolting off across the plain; he didn't have time to chase him, and with another roar landed, twisted, and lunged right at the driver of the first cart. A frantic pistol-shot ricocheted off his thick chest scales, then he was on him, snarling and raking him mortally with his claws. A bite finished him off, and after dispatching another horseman he glanced at the man who'd slipped away... *Crack.* A bullet from Frank's rifle made sure he fled no farther, and he toppled from his horse. The remainder had pulled the two other carts into a barricade, and Brian couldn't risk leading his team around one side or the other, not without exposing themselves to too many shots. But Mallak had no need to fear their little pistols, and his position at the former head of the caravan put him on the other side of their cover. He bounded around the first cart and was upon them in a flash, snarling, ripping his claws and teeth into them, letting Brian's group pick off any who fled from his wrath, and just like that, it was over. "Rrrrrrr--!" He savaged the final man, then let him fall to the ground. "That's the last of them! Everyone okay?" Brian guided his horse around the cart. "Looks like Jon took a graze, but nothing else. Not even the horses were hurt." Another gunshot sounded, but it was only Eli, putting down a horse from the caravan whose leg had been broken by Mallak's charge. "Check the cargo." Eli helped Jon wrap his graze while Brian and the other two men he'd led clambered into the carts, opening and rummaging through the crates and sacks within. "Looks like what you scouted! Wine in here, lots of it." "Ammo in this one. Pistols too, but not worth using over what we've got. Not unless you have a soft spot for Model 2s, anyway." The sound of shifting coins came so loudly from the cart Brian had left into that even Mallak looked away from the horizon for a moment, catching a whiff of some newly pressed metals... "Forget all that, look at all this *cash!"* All the men hurried over to stare into the cart, and Mallak dipped his head to peer at the rolls of coins, thick folds of bills-- Movement caught his eye, coming from the West: Frank, returning from where he'd been sniping from, a rifle slung over his shoulder. "Is it the haul we want?" Eli nodded. "The drinks, the late-model guns... and a wagon full of cash." A corner of the man's mouth twitched upward, for just a moment. "Forget the pistols, they're worthless. Everyone take a bottle or two, then unload the money, break down the carts, and bury what we'll be leaving." Mallak and Frank got first pick from the wine cart; the blue dragon took a red and white, while Frank selected the two oldest reds he could find. Eli went next, then Brian, then the twins Neil and Sam, and Jon last, then they got to work: Mallak and the twins dug a couple of holes, one for the bodies of the men, the other for the guns and the alcohol they were leaving, while Eli, Brian and Jon took the carts apart, looking for any valuables they'd missed, or hidden compartments. Frank retrieved his and Eli's horses from farther back in the woods, and by the time he returned, the operation was done, only three dead horses and a lot of blood, the remains of the carts, and some freshly dug earth as evidence of the murder and robbery. The surviving horses were stripped of tack and sent running off to the North, then the men mounted, and Mallak stretched his wings. "Back to Rail Point?" Jon turned his horse East. "For the last time, city slicker," Mallak growled. "Never go straight back to where your loot came from." Eli nodded, briefly. "The kid's right, though. We can afford to relax for a few weeks now, and life is a bit smoother by the river. Just... not there." "I don' care, as long as we end up goin' somewhere big enough for some pretty girls," Neil said. "You'll have to follow the railroad for that, and it doesn't go past the point, not yet anyway..." Sam shook his head. "Go the next stop down, then. Sandy Hill's not as big as it used to be, since the road got extended, but..." "Sandy Hill has a dragon now." Frank looked over to Mallak. "You think you can behave yourself for a little while?" Mallak snorted, but knew what the human meant: all the big companies, big caravans, even the more notorious gangs of bandits like theirs hired dragons for their muscle. The companies and caravans wanted protection from thieves, the bandits wanted to be able to loot the biggest targets, and the demand for their services made the business extremely lucrative; but the dragons residing in towns were more of a mixed bag. Some were just residents, some hired protectors, but on the whole they tended to be gentler, less ambitious than rovers like himself. So he could probably take the dragon if there was trouble... but it would be better to behave, and avoid attracting too much attention: if he was recognized and arrested, his band of humans would be vulnerable to arrest, not to mention much less capable of fending for themselves! "I won't bother him if he doesn't bother me," he finally said, dipping his head. "Then we'll go. It's about two days' ride from here, so let's get moving." --- Sandy Hill was smaller than Mallak remembered. It wasn't the buildings, or the dust that blew down the street when he landed, though both appeared more worn than they'd been the last time he'd been here; it was the lack of people. When the railroad had ended here, it had been a bustling trade town, but now that the road went twenty miles further, and Rail Point had been founded, the town had turned sleepy and quiet. That wasn't to say it had died: they had two saloons to choose from, one of which housed a bordello where Neil could find those pretty girls he wanted, and most of the residents were still here. It was just the traders, the drivers, and the gunslingers who were, mostly, missing, and the town was much more empty without them. Once his wings were folded, the band closed in around him for a slow trot into the town proper. Though no horse could be entirely trained out of its fear of dragons, these were used to him enough not to do more than stamp and whicker nervously in his presence, and likely wouldn't bolt unless he roared or attacked one of them; but so long as none of them stepped on his tail, which he made sure to tuck in close as they entered town, they were in no danger from him. The resident dragon--a female--was impossible to miss. She watched them come down to road from a perch atop the tallest building in town, sitting entirely motionless except for her snout, slowly turning to observe as they came closer, closer... then stopped at the corner where the saloon was located, dismounting and hitching their horses to the available posts; it was early afternoon, too far from lunch and from dinner to be crowded. The men looked over their pistols and their valuables, either donning or pocketing what was necessary for safekeeping, while he looked up at the dragoness. She looked well-formed, strong and healthy, her yellow-and-black striped scales striking against the clear blue sky behind her. Something hanging from the base of her neck reflected the sun's light at him, but it was too bright, the angle too perfect for him to see what it was, and a nudge from Sam brought his attention back to the front step. With Eli and Brian holding the spring-hinged double doors open for him, he walked into the saloon. The man behind the counter smiled broadly at the sight of a dragon, putting down the glass he was wiping. "Good afternoon, pal! What can I do f' you?" "Whiskey," he said, not even glancing at the labels behind the barkeep, and after nodding to him in greeting he turned to sit at a corner table large enough for him and the six men. They all ordered drinks as well, then joined him at the table, with Frank taking the corner seat, to survey the entire room with his back to the walls. The others filled in around him, Mallak sitting closest to the room's center, so he wouldn't have the table in his way if something were to happen--though Neil went over to the piano at the other end of the room instead, sitting down, taking off his hat and plinking away for a few moments before lurching into one of the few tunes he could reliably play. A waitress came over not long after with the five beers--four, with Neil's resting by the piano--and two whiskeys they'd ordered, and Mallak reached for his special extra-large glass at once, downing it just as quickly: tasting briefly, swallowing, and squirming a little in place. *"Mmmmm.* Now that's good liquor," he flicked his tail as he felt the warmth of the alcohol slipping down to his belly already. Frank nodded agreement when he put down his own, smaller glass, and once the others were done with their beers they ordered another round of drinks for the table, and Sam pulled out a deck of cards. "Y'boys in?" Eli, Brian and Jon pulled out a few coins, but Frank shook his head as he always did, and Mallak declined as well; even if he could ignore the scents of the men as they reacted to their hands and play fairly, he couldn't imagine even the *risk* of losing his hard-earned money so frivolously. So the four men dealt the cards and began the game, watching each other and the rest of the saloon as they did... and having a quiet laugh at Neil's expense, when a young, casually dressed woman came downstairs and leaned on the piano, and he promptly lost track of the tune he'd been playing. By the end of their second hand, he'd already followed her back upstairs, and the band--minus Frank, who was watching the door and the windows as usual--laughed more heartily at how intent he was on her services, Mallak's tail swishing back and forth in amusement. "Did you see how red he turned when she leaned over him?" "You could've put scales on him and it still would've shown through!" "How is his mind so focused on that one thing? I know womenfolk are enjoyable, but he'd spend every penny he has on whores if we didn't stop him." "Must be making up for all the girls who said no when he didn't have money to sway them with... He's not exactly a charmer." "'Ain't exactly a charmer'? Jon, 'is own mother couldn't love that face!" "It *has* been a little while since we've been in town, though," Sam said after a little while, before folding and passing the action to Jon. "'ell, I might find a girl of my own once I've eaten somethin'." "I hear ya. Things get tense when ya work all the time..." They all nodded agreement. Mallak wished for a moment he could partake as well; it'd been a while since he'd had a chance to mount a dragoness, but that wasn't something for a dragon to do in town. He'd have to fly out into the wilderness looking for one willing to lift her tail, and he couldn't leave his band alone that long, not for something so selfish. Besides, the chase was half the fun with a dragoness, and just *paying* one-- "Mal. Did you get a good look at the 'ness, on our way in?" Jon looked over at Frank before Mallak could respond. "That big bumblebee creature's a female? How could you even tell?" "Little things. Y'learn to look for 'em." Mallak nodded, glancing out the window himself for a moment. "Yeah, I saw her. Not too broad, but it wouldn't surprise me if she's pretty strong." "Think she could be a problem?" "She got a good enough look at us," he lowered his voice, as well as a dragon could anyway. "Either keepin' an eye on a dragon on her territory, or she's town Protector." "Or she was checkin' you out," Brian sniggered. "I don't think there's a dragon on Earth who has as much trouble thinkin' about his work as Neil does. Don't be ridiculous." To his dismay, Jon kept the thread of conversation going. "Do you think many dragons stop in Sandy Hill anymore? Could be she's lonely, and after the company of a big strong dragon for a night... or a few nights..." "Frank wouldn't have brought her up if she was just some lonely girl. She's surely Sandy Hill's Protector, and I'm going to be careful around her." He growled and thumped his tail on the floor, both to try to get them to let it go, and to shake the thought of claiming her from his own mind. It *had* been quite a while... "Stop trying to get me to pretend she's a whore. ...even if I might have been interested in one." "Atta boy! See if she's into ya, if y'get a chance!" Mallak snapped his teeth shut right in front of Brian's nose. "Enough already! Besides, someone's gotta keep watch." "That's Frank's fav'rite job; let him keep it." "But *I'm* the dragon of the--" "Best to tread lightly until we can get a read on her," Frank said, just loudly enough to cut him off. "Hell, she could be wondering if you've got a bounty on you for all we know." "Exactly," Mallak gestured the grizzled man's way with his nose; he *did* have a bounty on his head, but only a dragon was tough enough to take down a dragon... "I'm going to be careful, and if I *do* decide to approach her, it won't be the very first--" Frank hissed, and uncrossed his arms. "Hssst. She's coming in." The foursome returned to their cards--or at least pretended to--and Frank sat back in his chair, but even without Frank's warning the four-footed gait, the scent of dragon would have told Mallak she'd come inside. So he swung his head around to look, gaze moving from her deep chest--whatever bit of shine he'd seen earlier was gone--to her slim waist, well-muscled legs, long slender tail... finally to her elegant pointed snout and swept-back horns. She was looking him over as well, of course, as two unfamiliar dragons were wont to do, and when their eyes met she turned up the corner of her mouth and gave him a brief nod. He inclined his head in return, and watched long enough to know she was headed for the counter before turning back to the table. He was glad for the excuse to look away; she looked pretty enough from the front, and a view of her shapely rump would have only tempted him further. The men played the next couple of hands in silence. Mallak tried to eavesdrop on what the dragoness was saying to the bartender, but she spoke too softly, and it was a brief conversation anyway: likely an order, with a friendly exchange of the day's news before she went to sit. He didn't have to look himself, able to tell just from the direction of Frank's eyes that she'd gone to the other corner of the room; a little bit of tension he hadn't even noticed receded from his limbs, and with a swish of his tail and a toss of his head he watched Eli luck into a full house and take a rather spirited hand that was enough to break the players' quiet. Brian beckoned the waitress over while Eli added his latest winnings to his pile. He ordered another beer, but before she left she turned to Mallak. "If y'don' mind my sayin', sir, the young lady 'cross the way was hopin' to make your acquaintance." "Oh?" He followed the woman's gesture with his snout to see the dragoness at a smaller table, facing him, and when she saw she had his attention she dipped her head and looked meaningfully at the table: two glasses sat there, one before her, one across from her. "Yessir! The poor li'l sweetheart has been pinin' away to meet someone of her own kind. Not many dragons stop here anymore, y'see." He glanced over at Frank, who shrugged; it certainly seemed innocent enough, and just having a drink with a dragoness wasn't going to put them in danger--even if she did want something, he could always say no, and he would be the one closer to the middle of the room if she was out for a fight... And just three drinks wasn't near enough to get him drunk. "Then perhaps I'll need to go introduce myself," he said, after a moment. The waitress smiled, and went to get Brian's beer. "I told you she was lookin' for company!" Brian laughed. "Or it's a trap," he growled, but softly--more to be contrary to the human than because he believed it himself. More than likely she just wanted to know his business in town, so she could know whether he intended to cause her any trouble, and there was no harm in that. He stood up with a huff and said, "I'll be careful," then ventured across the saloon to her table. When she saw him coming her tail swished behind her, slowly. "Well hello there," she said as he sat on his haunches across from her, snout extending across the table to sniff at his snout, his cheek. "I'm Apida, Sandy Hill's resident dragon." He sniffed as well, letting his mind record her scent from nice and close, before drawing his head back. "I'm called Mal... I'm a mercenary," he said, slipping smoothly into the set of lies he always told when asked. "Oh, how exciting! And what brings you to my little town? Your types are usually over at Rail Point, these days." She lifted her glass, but only sipped. He didn't have to lie about that reason, at least. "A *break,* as it happens. My team's been working hard these past few months, and we're lookin' to have a week or two off. We've earned it." A sniff at his own glass told him why she was taking her own drink slowly: it *reeked* of alcohol, much stronger than the whiskeys he'd had earlier, and the stench was enough to make him shiver. "Go on, have a sip," Apida giggled when she saw his reaction. "Ol' Tom distills some of his whiskey extra-strong for me, and I thought y'might like a glass." Mallak took another couple of whiffs of the amber liquid, but aside from the stronger alcohol than he was used to, nothing seemed amiss--a dragon's senses made it difficult to spike one's drink without him noticing!--so he lifted the glass by its oversize paw-grip and took a sip. He could tell at once this drink wasn't meant to be downed quickly; strong as it was it would go right to his head if he slammed it back, but a large sip like that one seemed ideal, in taste and quantity and the way it felt as it made its way to his stomach. "Hmm?" she tilted her head, though it seemed she could already tell he'd liked it! "That... mmmm." He squirmed from nose to tailtip. "That's quite a brew! I might need another few glasses of this before my team moves on. How much?" He took another sip. Apida smirked at him. "He might be convinced to sell a glass if you pay him enough... But the easiest way to get more would be for me to tell him to pour you another." "I *see."* They both enjoyed a couple more mouthfuls of the strong whiskey; another girl had come down the stairs and seated herself at the piano, demonstrating much more skill than Neil, and the brisk ragtime melody filled their silence nicely. "You and your band must be skilled, to have been so busy," she said at last. Mallak tilted his head at her compliment--they *were* good... at stealing. "Well, getting work is half reputation, and half being in the right place at the right time. A lot of folks looking to hire can't afford the luxury of waitin' for the best teams to come along--or the money it takes to pay 'em. Some of our work we've earned, some of it we've been lucky. I'd like to think we've earned jobs more'n we've been lucky, but who's to say?" "You look like the capable type to me," she purred. "I'd like to say I'm good at what I do, but staying in one place, guarding a quiet town must seem awful boring to an adventurer like you..." Another compliment. Was she trying to lower his guard, or was she as interested in him as Brian said she was? He sipped again to compose himself, then chuckled. "Oh, I ain't gonna lie to you, there are some nights I'm bedded down in some dark cold forest wishing I had a familiar home in a town of familiar people, with a nice comfy bed to sleep on instead of a thin little blanket..." That made her laugh. "Oh, the cozy room and the bed I sleep in nearly every night are a definite plus... But it ain't *all* comfy beds and familiar faces, here! Sometimes you get gunfighters dueling, sometimes there are bandits outside of town, sometimes a big tough handsome dragon drops in on you for a night..." He nearly yelped when her tailtip tickled his belly beneath the table! For a moment he tried not to squirm, in case it was an accident... finally having enough and knocking it away when it rubbed right over his slit and *did* draw a little shiver from him, from such intimate contact. "What d'you think you're doing?" Apida pouted, and her next words came much more quietly. "Are you not interested in me? I haven't... had a chance to, in such a long time... Was I too forward?" About to roar at her, she seemed so genuinely disappointed that he checked himself. "I-- Well... Maybe... It's just, the first day in a new town, first time encountering someone... I... I guess I'm a little wary," he finished, awkwardly. He considered himself handsome, of course, but a dragoness approaching *him* for a romp was a new experience for him. "Oh..." Her tail retreated, and she lifted her glass to drink another mouthful--two--perhaps hoping it would hide the blush that crept across the bridge of her nose. He could feel his own face flushing hot as well, partly in response to her embarrassment, partly from being approached that way, perhaps even a little because of the alcohol. "I'm sorry..." he nosed at her a little once she had put down her empty glass. "I'm... not used to a dragoness being so interested I suppose..." She sat up a little, already hopeful again. "Well... *are* you interested?" Now Mallak was the one blushing! "I--" He lashed his tail, then tossed his head to compose himself once again. "It's... been a while for me, too, so... I ain't gonna pretend I'm not..." "Why not, then?" She reached across the table to nip his nose. He growled softly and nipped back--playfully, though, feeling more at ease already with the idea, especially at the thought of her lifting that striped tail for him... "Why not indeed." His tail thumped again on the floor, and he decided, pausing only to finish that glass of excellent whiskey. "Especially if y'don't mind showing me back to that comfortable room of yours." She grinned and stood up at once. "I don't mind one bit. Shall we, handsome?" Mallak hesitated, and glanced apologetically over at Frank, but the man only shrugged and touched a finger to the brim of his hat; the town seemed peaceful enough, certainly. "Let's." He stood, and followed her out into the street. They didn't have far to go; she led him around to the back of the building she'd been perched atop when he first saw her, hooking her tail through the handle of a big, barn-like door and sliding it open to reveal a spacious sitting room. A couple chairs for human guests, a low long couch for a dragon, and a table sat on the woven rug within. After closing the door and using a simple wooden bar mechanism to lock it, she led him through to a smaller chamber, dimly lit by light streaming through the heavy drapes over the window. His eyes followed her swaying rump as she led him in and closed the bedroom door as well, and she gave his belly another teasing stroke with her tail as she slid onto her bed, beckoning for him to join her... He couldn't help but stand at the edge of the bed and admire her for a moment. Sleek and fit, her scales nice and glossy to show her good health and grooming habits, the stripes seeming to draw attention to her sides... her belly... that wide muscular rump... She noticed his stare and growled softly, almost impatiently, her tail lifting again, tickling back and forth across his slit. "Come on, sexy... You do remember how it works, don't you?" This time Apida's touch between his hind legs made him groan, the thought that yes, he *was* going to fuck this sexy dragoness before him stirring him at last. His slit began to swell as he joined her in bed, leaning in close, pressing his chest and belly up to hers, nibbling the underside of her neck. "Oh I remember all right..." He growled back, grinding against her, his shaft beginning to emerge now as the sharp hot musk of her arousal began to fill the air around them, making his nostrils flare. When she felt it pressing up against her she started to rub back against it, her tail twitching, her paws pushing and stroking at his deep chest... shivering and gasping from time to time whenever he nibbled a sensitive spot. "Nnngh--" he shivered too, moaning softly, as one of her paws wandered down and gave his cock a squeeze. It was already fully hard, even throbbing a little, eager and sensitive from how long it had been since anyone--even himself--had given it a good firm touch! Smirking at his reaction, she gave it a couple of slow, firm strokes, letting him thrust against her paw and her belly, which he did eagerly, squirming a little against her, pressing his snout firmly against her neck and closing his eyes in pleasure. He curled his claws in delight, thrusting against her paw and ready for more... huffing a bit in complaint when she let go of his shaft, reaching for her hips with a paw--only for her to push him onto his back with a little growl, nipping at *his* throat now! He nipped back and growled in response, opening his mouth to complain... But all that came out was a groan when she straddled him, his shaft slipping into her, the tightness of her sex making them both tremble and moan at the feeling. "Nnnh, yesssss..." she panted once he was fully inside her, slowly grinding against him, huffing at the feeling of him grinding back. "It's... been *too* long... mnh," she leaned down and nuzzled his neck, trembling against him. Mallak nodded wordlessly, his little grinds against her growing more insistent, wanting to get some proper *thrusts* in but stuck beneath her weight! His forepaws slid down her sides towards her hips again, to push them up a little and get some room to hump against her, only for her to grab his wrists and yank them away, pinning them to the bed on either side of his neck! "Hey--!" he grunted, struggling a little against her grip--stronger than he expected!--only to relax again when she started to ride him, hips slowly raising and lowering, letting him slide back and forth within her, generating such wonderful friction between her slick insides and his cock... And she was still so *tight* around him, the effort needed just to keep him moving making him grit his teeth, but that only made it feel more incredible, and he could already feel himself getting tense, shaft aching, not going to be long before his release! She seemed equally overcome, gasping and moaning over and over again, her hips rocking nearly as fast as his own, little spasms running up and down her frame in her own ecstasy... "Nh.. I'm...!" he grunted, closing his eyes and arching his back, he was almost there! *Click.* "Wha--?" he began, thickly, but with such pleasure racing through him it was impossible to think straight. A second click sounded from his other side, and a third... then she started to ride him even more vigorously and he could only *roar* as he reached his climax. His hips slammed against hers, claws clenching tight, breath coming in little bursts as he emptied himself into her, the satisfaction of his first release in *such* a long time wiping his mind nearly blank... She let out a softer yowl of her own as it was enough to push her over the edge as well, and he grunted as her insides tightened still further, her spasms not just visible above him but palpable all around his cock as her orgasm ripped through her. After grinding roughly on him for a few more moments she collapsed, her chest coming down against his own, so they could feel each other's heart hammer and sides heave from the exertion. But... It was when he tried to lift his head to nuzzle her, when he tried to raise his paws to hug her against him that he discovered: each of those clicking sounds had been a shackle closing, one around his neck, one around each of his forepaws! He grunted and pulled as hard as he could manage in his state of afterglow, but the chains were stout, and he could barely move them. "Hey-- What... what're you doing? Let me go!" he finally managed to gasp. "Mmmmh... I'm afraid I can't do that, sweetie." She lifted her head, kissing his nose and giving him a toothy grin. "No, I can't let you go *anywhere..."* "You'd *better!"* He snarled and thrashed, trying to lift his hind legs to kick, but they were just next to be tied: with his head and forepaws bound, it only took her moments to securely chain each of his hind paws, and the midpoint of his tail. "No! Let me out!" He pulled hard against his chains, slowly recovering his strength, but they and even the bed frame were too tough for him. Apida nipped him firmly. "Listen, Mallak... and yes, I do know your proper name," she growled, and his blood ran cold when he realized she knew he was a criminal, that this must have been a trap, and that now she had him at her mercy... "There's a Wanted poster for you outside the sheriff's building, outside the mayor's building, and even outside the trading post. If I'd let you leave that saloon without me, you would have been arrested within the hour, and even if I let you go now *knowing* that, I would have them all asking why I didn't arrest you myself." She pulled a chain out of a drawer in the nightstand, showing him the five-pointed badge hanging from it: she was a special deputy, appointed by the sheriff. "Yes, I know you're a *very* bad dragon, and I could have let you happen, or brought you in myself--or even turn you in now. But I wasn't lyin' back in the saloon: these past two years I haven't had nothin' under my tail that had a pulse, and sometimes I just gotta put my needs before those of the town. Hell, a few more rounds like that, and you'll have done more for me than collecting the bounty on you would have." Mallak could scarcely believe it, twisting and tugging against the chains, grunting as he tried, and failed, to find a way out. "So you're hiding me... from everyone... to *fuck* me?" "You'd better believe it," she tilted her head, rump wiggling briefly back and forth. "Then... why tie me up...?" He thrashed, for emphasis. She smacked him on the rump with a forepaw, making him grunt. "You really think you wouldn't leave the instant I fell asleep, if I told you that without tying you down first?" When he didn't answer right away she snorted; that was the only answer she needed. "You'll be staying *right* there until I'm done with you." He shivered a little, wondering if anyone would hear if he roared for help... or if they'd care... or if they wouldn't arrest him the instant he got out of her home. "And... how long will that be...?" "Hmmm..." She got back into bed, admiring the deep barrel of his chest, his narrower belly, the exposed slit his cock had retreated back into, stroking his torso with her paws and making him squirm a little. "A week, maybe? Just a couple rounds ain't gonna be enough, that's for sure." That thought made him blush again: lying here on his back, immobilized, for her to use over and over again, as much as she wanted... At least it would feel good... but the thought of *liking* this captivity only made him blush more hotly, shivering. "Nh... but... what about my men?" Her paw ventured into the drawer again, pulling out something different this time: some sort of leather and metal contraption. "I'll pass 'em a message to lay low until I set you free, I suppose... humans have an easier job blending in and hiding, at least." "But... you calllmmf! Hmmf!" He started to object again, only for her to shove the bit of the bridle she'd retrieved into the back of his mouth, buckling the straps tight around his snout to stifle any further complaints. "Rrrrmmf..." "That's enough out of you," she growled. "Be a good little fuck-toy and just enjoy how good this will feel... The better a ride you are, the sooner I'll be sated and the sooner you'll have earned your freedom." Mallak snarled at her through his bridle, but when she leaned over him and *licked* between his hind legs he could only lie back and moan, jaws clamped on the bit she'd tied between them at the feeling. "Nnnnghf..." His hind paws pulled against the chains that held them spread out wide, claws curling and uncurling as she coaxed his shaft back out, slowly licking that sensitive flesh, keeping the pleasure coming steadily enough that he was too busy moaning and thrusting to even think about complaining. This was going to be a terrible week... But *oh,* he thought as she straddled his spread-eagled form again, it was going to feel *so* good...

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Title: Hotwife Co-Worker Ch. 09 Tags: novel, novella, spouse swapping, hotwife Pandora's Box Jean and Tonya together planned a little evening of drinks and hors d'oeuvres at Tonya and Phil's house. They felt like a heavy dinner would just be too long to get through given the anticipation on all sides. A few drinks and some nibblies would be enough to loosen up with before moving on to better things. Jean certainly seemed in the right frame of mind to carry forward with the plans, and I was hoping that was the case. I had several independent conversations with Phil and Tonya, and both assured me that they would do nothing to spook Jean by making things seem "tawdry". This was not intended to be any sort of fuck-a-thon in the middle of the living room even though everyone knew that an evening of raw sex was going to be shared. We arrived at Tonya and Phil's place, and they greeted us like any couple would that was just coming over for an evening of bridge or to see pictures of their river cruise through Germany. I was trying to act calm, but I was pretty nervous not knowing if all would go as planned. I still wondered if Jean would change her mind at the last minute, and say she wanted to go home. I noticed that Jean quaffed her first glass of wine in nearly one gulp as did I with my Maker's on the rocks. Jean downed another with a few finger foods, and was nearly finished her third. It wasn't long before a fourth was in her hand. I knew that three was usually where her inhibitions started going out the window. After about 20 minutes, it was Tonya that finally broke the ice by coming to sit on my lap, nibble my ear, and whisper filthy suggestions into it. I could feel the swelling in my pants even though I knew we were being observed from across the room. Jean watched us for a minute, but then took the cue as Phil came over to her on the couch. He started kissing her neck and letting his hand slide over her breasts and then up her skirt. I could tell by the look on Jean's face that she was enjoying it. She was not about to stop him as his hand slid all the way to her crotch. She was probably happy that she had decided not to wear panty hose and was now probably feeling Phil's fingers slip past her thong panties and into her pussy. I did the same with Tonya only to learn that she wasn't wearing panties at all. Instant hard-on. Tonya spoke up. "I think," she said quietly, "that it's time that we adjourn to separate rooms. Phil and Jean can take the master bedroom while Matthew and I can go to the guest room at the other end of the hall. That way there will be two doors and 15 feet of hallway to prevent any of us from hearing too much." As Tonya and I turned toward one end of the hall, I looked back over my shoulder as Phil escorted Jean to the master bedroom with his hand fondling her ass. Jean was not looking back. Soon Tonya and I were behind the guest room door. She was naked in no time because she was wearing no underwear beneath her skirt or top. She helped me out of my clothes and was quickly on her knees with my already-hard member between her lips. I watched her mouth fucking my dick and doing that light ball tickling and licking she knew I liked. I couldn't help wondering if Jean was in the same position in the master bedroom working on Phil's cock. I tried to picture Jean blowing Phil as he stood naked or sat on the edge of the bed. Tonya finally stood to kiss me as I fondled her breasts and fingered her already wet slick pussy slit. "I'm sure," she said, "that those few hors d'oeuvres didn't sate your hunger for something sweet and juicy." She pulled the covers back and put one pillow on top of the other before lying down and spreading her legs wide to give me that special view I've always loved of a vulnerable welcoming pussy. I didn't have to be asked to crawl up between her beautiful legs as she put her legs over my shoulders. I took a deep breath of her pungent woman musk, and went to work with my fingers and tongue. Tonya's fingers ran through my hair and caressed my ears as I probed my tongue into her hot fuck hole and up to her sensitive clit nubbin I had visions of Jean with her legs open for Phil's tongue, or on her hands and knees as he plowed her pussy with his ample cock. I must have been sending these thoughts by ESP because Tonya took me by the ears and raised my head so that our eyes met. "I know you can do better than that, Sweetie," she cooed. "I think your body may be in this room but your mind is in the room down the hall. Stop thinking about what's going on there and start focusing on what's going on here. She's going to be fine. Jesus, it's Phil that she's with, not some stranger from a bar. We've all been friends for 25 years for God's sake. You know that he's not going to harm her in any way. He respects her, and he's going to do all he possibly can to make this the most wonderful erotic experience for her. She deserves it. But I also deserve it. Get both your mind and body in here with me." "I just couldn't help wondering," I said. "You don't think he has those video cameras going down there do you? "No," Tonya said emphatically. "He and I both agreed that video would be off limits for the first time with her. We don't want to do anything that pushed her beyond her comfort level, and right now, none of us knows what her comfort level is. So rest easy that there's no video, Phil's not going to push her into something she doesn't wand, and just lets you and I have a nice evening together." I went back to my pussy eating with the gusto that I knew would drive Tonya up the wall. She was moaning and writhing, and I expected her to cum on my face. Instead, she shifted around, pushed me onto my back, and shoved her crotch into my face as she took my flesh pole into her mouth. We both relaxed and enjoyed a sweet 69 for a long time relishing the joy of eating and being eaten at the same time. Again, I fully expected her to let herself cum on my face while I licked, and nibbled, and fingered her cunt hole and asshole. Instead, she lifted off of me, straddled me, and lowered herself rather aggressively onto my stiff meat. She rode me hard, dropping herself down onto me like she was trying to drive my cock right through her. She pressed down hard and ground into me until the dam broke. She let out a somewhat muffled scream as her cunt gushed torrents onto my cock and balls as it ran through my thighs onto the sheets. While she was still in mid orgasm, I lifted her up, ordered her to get onto all fours and slammed my cock up into her cunt so hard I felt like I was going to shove it into her uterus. She let out a muffled scream into the mattress as she gripped the sheets in her fists. I was not about to make love to her. I was in fuck-crazy mating stallion mode as I slammed my cock in and out of her as fast and has hard as I could. I brought my palm down hard on her lifted right ass cheek... SMACK! Then on the left... SMACK! Again and again, right, left, right, SMACK! SMACK!; left watching her ass turn a glowing red. All the while I continued to pound her pussy mumbling filthy things that I'm not sure she really heard. She was too busy yelping under my hand and mumbling her own filthy comments. "Come on you fuck monger," she growled looking back at me. "Show me what you can do with that fucking dick of yours." "You got it," I said right back at her. "You told me you were a cum slut so show me how much you love taking it like a little bitch in heat." I don't know what was going through me or her for that matter. I was in a mood to really use her like a little whore. Smacking her ass wasn't normally in our repertoire even though Tonya seemed to enjoy it from Phil. All I could think was that her husband was in another room probably pounding the hell out of my own wife's cunt so I was going to do the same with his wife's cum hungry snatch. Soon, I felt that "point of no return" welling up inside me. It's that point where you know you couldn't stop ejaculation even if your life depended on it. The thing is, you still wanted to hold back and delay because you know that the longer you did, the more exquisite it was going to be when you finally erupted into a willing woman's cunt, ass, or mouth. Maybe I would just blast it all over her waiting face and smear it around with my dick. It's especially nice when you have your cock in her mouth and you know you don't have to be a gentleman and say you're cumming to give her the option of pulling back. You know she wants it too. You just let it go while she takes it all. I contemplated pulling out and feeding my juice to her as I did that first afternoon in her bedroom, but somehow, I was more into a primal mating mode that had me wanting to fill her cunt with my sperm. Was Phil filling Jean's snatch with his? I tried to hold back enjoying that tingle of anticipation as long as I could, but then let out as quiet a bellow as I could as my viscous sperm laden cream spurted deep into her. It was animal; it was exquisite. When I finally emptied myself into the deep recesses of her womanhood, I fell back onto the bed. Instantly, Tonya had my cock in her mouth. "Ummmm," she moaned. "I love the taste of you and me mixed together. How about you Matthew? How about some crame pie for you?" She wasted no time straddling my face with her cum filled pussy. My love of raunchy sex kicked in and I delighted in licking and sucking up our mixed sex nectar from her sticky sloppy cunt hole. I was in full pervert mode at this point. In a few minutes, she lay on top of me kissing me and licking my face. "Ummm, the taste of pussy and cum on a man's face is every bit as good as on his cock," she cooed. She rolled off of me and lay next to me with her face nestled into my neck. I gently stroked her back and caressed her neck, but couldn't help letting my thoughts carry me down the hall again. Was Jean lying there nestled next to Phil like Tonya was to me, or was he still fucking her open snatch or mouth? Was she all sweaty and sticky with his man juice? Would he want to fuck her in the ass? I assumed probably not the first time with her, but I couldn't be sure. Jean and I had only tried butt fucking a couple of times over the years. It was not something she seemed to particularly enjoy, or at least so she said. I wondered if she had done it with her fuck buddy that she had the affair with. Did fucking another guy's wife automatically entitle you to butt fucking her even if she didn't do it with her husband? I tried to pull my mind back into the guest room. I had to keep reminding myself that whatever was going on down the hall was the business of Jean and Phil just as what had happed in this room was purely the business of Tonya and me. I did not want to fall asleep, but also felt that I should go and clean up a bit. I really didn't want to re-unite with Jean smelling like Tonya's pussy and my cum. Those two had the master bath to clean up in, but I had to go down hall to the main bath. I opened the door a crack to make sure neither of them was out in the hall and then padded naked down to the main bath. I washed my face, hands, dick, balls, and thighs that Tonya had soaked with her cum squirt. I tried listening again for any sounds coming from the master bedroom. Silence. Maybe they were being super discrete or perhaps were dozing. I scurried back to the guest room. Tonya was sitting on the bed waiting for me. "I guess you still feel like you shouldn't let your wife smell another woman on you," she chuckled. "Phil and I never worry about that anymore. Maybe we should get dressed and go back to the living room and wait for them." We both got dressed and went to the kitchen. Tonya had me open a bottle of champagne in anticipation of Jean and Phil's arrival. No sooner had I popped the cork when Jean and Phil came in. My eyes met Jean's and I tried to read her mind through them but wasn't quite sure what I saw. I took a glass of champagne to her and offered it saying, "Are you OK?" "I'm fine," she answered smiling and taking a sip. "How about you?" "Fine," I answered smiling back. I was trying to assess the sincerity of her comment. "We'll talk when we get home," Jean said smiling. Phil raised his glass. "Here's to what hopefully will be another new chapter in the level of friendship between people who have shared a wonderful friendship for many years." We all drank. Tonya said, "Should we go into the living room to have a little to eat and finish this bottle?" Jean answered, "It's getting a bit late, and I think we should be going home." I wasn't quite sure how to take her comment. Was she really just tired, or was she embarrassed or upset and wanted to be out of there? I wasn't sure how to read her. However, I wasn't going to question her wish. We left amid hugs and kisses and talk about getting together again. Once in the car, I wasn't sure what to expect. Would I hear negative things? Would there be tears or cheers? I didn't have to wait for my answer. Jean leaned over and kissed me really hard and deep. She smiled and said, "Thank you Sweetheart. It really went well for me. I hope it went as well for you too. I can't wait to get home." She took my hand and kissed it and held onto it till we were out on the main road. "Matthew, I'm really so glad and happy we did this," she said. "I feel so free and liberated. I hope you feel the same way. I can't help thinking how good it will be to enjoy this sort of thing with Tonya and Phil again. Maybe we can even go on a vacation or cruise with them. Wouldn't it be great to swap bedrooms and maybe even be together as a foursome? I really think I could do that. Do you think you could do that? Could you watch me with Phil and know I was watching you with Tonya?" "I think so," I said not wanting to appear overly enthusiastic till I really understood the lay of the land. "I was worried that you would be sort of jealous and upset. Then again, I think how we've handled the realization that both of us have had outside relationships indicates that maybe we've crossed a line to being mature and open minded about it." "I do too," she said, "but I'm not sure we should necessarily talk about the details of what we did tonight. I know Tonya said Phil loves to hear about details of her with other men because it really turns him on. I'm not sure how you'd feel about that. I'd rather not talk about details of what either of us did if that's ok with you. All I know is that I felt so comfortable with Phil tonight. I knew from the start I could trust him. It wasn't as if I were with stranger. I kept thinking that this is a guy I've known for 25 years and it just almost felt like a natural progression to go beyond just platonic friendship. Did you feel that way about Tonya? I know she probably did. She already told me that she used to have a crush on you way back before you and I met and she started dating Phil. Did you know that? How come you guys never dated?" I just sort of grunted that I didn't although I did know based on what she had already told me weeks ago as what Tonya had told me months ago. "I suppose." I answered. "Tonya and I never dated back then because perhaps I saw her as much more sexually adventurous than I was at the time, and maybe I felt a little intimidated." "I hope you don't feel like that now." Jean said. "I think she probably feels like I do that you are such a long term friend that you guys should feel as comfortable in bed as anywhere else." We rode in silence for a few minutes. "You know," Jean spoke up. "Tonya has a few men friends that she said she would be happy to introduce me to. She says that maybe I could connect with one of them. I'd like to try that. I want you to know and understand that I wouldn't want to feel like I was hiding something from you. We need to be really open about this or it may fail. Tonya says that Phil may be willing to introduce you to some of his lady friends. I would be ok with that. We've all been screened physically and it seems like everybody in Tonya and Phil's group of friends is trustworthy and safe in every way." I indicated that I was ok with all she said. We rode the rest of the way home mostly in silence. I wondered what Jean was thinking about, but she had already talked about her liberation and the potential of more times together and the potential of us meeting other friends. No sooner had we gotten in the house than Jean put her arms around me and kissed me hard and deep. I couldn't help thinking that it was a near certainty that less than an hour ago Phil had had his cock in the mouth I was kissing. Perhaps he finished on her face and in her mouth as we had done with Ginny. Perhaps he had told her to take it in her mouth and swallow it as I had done with Tonya that first time and Phil had seen on the video. Jean knew my preferences well enough to know that I had most certainly spent time with my tongue in Tonya's pussy. With the intensity that she was kissing me, it obviously didn't bother her. Maybe it even turned Jean on to think of my mouth on Tonya's crotch or that maybe she had swallowed Phil's cum. I had to admit to myself that the more I thought of Phil using my wife, the more turned on I got. I suppose that intellectually we are all programmed to believe that our spouse shouldn't be having sex with anyone else, but in reality, the primal animal part of us finds the idea very erotic. Our kissing became more passionate and we undressed each other right in the foyer. We began groping each other; my fingers in her cunt; her pulling at my hardening cock. I was tempted to throw her on the floor and fuck her right there, but the hard cold tile didn't seem like a great idea. "Let's take this party upstairs," I whispered into her ear. She literally ran up the steps with me following. Before we even got to the bedroom, she dropped to her knees and mouth fucked my engorged dick like a hungry animal. I allowed myself to enjoy it for a few minutes and then lifted her by the arms and nearly threw her onto the bed. I clambered up between her legs and plastered my face into her nearly dripping cunt. She pulled my face into her and humped like she hadn't had sex in months, yet I knew she was doing this with my friend less than an hour ago. "OH GOD EAT IT MATTHEW!" she moaned. "EAT IT! LICK IT LIKE YOU LICKED TONYA'S! SMELL IT! TASTE IT! SWALLOW ME!" I didn't have to be ordered. I was all in with a hunger and need that was over the top. How could I be this horny after having just spent the evening fucking and sucking with Tonya. I used my thumbs to spread Jean's fuck tunnel open and wormed my tongue up as far as I could into the body cavity that I knew housed Phil's cock earlier. Perhaps he indeed did fill her with his seed, but if he did, I couldn't tell by the smell or taste. Was I a cuckold for licking the pussy another man just fucked? I didn't feel like a cuckold. I felt wild and free and horny as hell. Jean thrashed and writhed and moaned and finally screamed out as she came and came and came. It seemed to go on forever. When she finally slowed down I knelt between her legs, grabbed her ankles to hold her wide open and plunged my hot hard cock into her balls deep in one quick penetration. She was so wet and slick and ready that it gave no resistance. I worked my arms under her knees to pin her legs back and pounded in to her. "That's it Baby," she moaned. "Fuck the living shit out of me. Fuck me like your own private whore. Take it. Use it. Fuck it. I want it to be so fucking good for you Baby. I want you to want me." In the past, Jean never seemed to like this sort of full out animal fucking. She had seemed to be more of the slow and gentile type, but here lately, and surely after tonight, she was indeed behaving like my own private whore and I was loving it. Each time I bottomed into her and smacked against her pubic bone, I could feel my balls slapping against her asshole. It was a full out fuck fest. I reached around under her and grabbed her ass cheeks. They were actually wet with the juice running out of her cunt hole. I hadn't felt her this wet for years. I slid my slick finger right up into her asshole as I continued pounding her pussy. "OH JESUS!" Jean screamed as she felt my finger invade her backdoor. We had done this before, but sometimes she had balked at anal penetration of any sort. Not tonight. It was as though she wanted both of her crotch holes filled. I could sense that I was getting close and wasn't going to hold out much longer. "Where did Phil cum?" I demanded looking right at her. "Where did he give it to you?" "Oh my tits," Jean told me. "He shot it all over my tits and face." I pulled out, grabbed my dick just as it started spurting my semen. The first spurt went all over her tits. I clambered forward and straddled her face. "Open your mouth," I commanded just as my second spurt splattered on her nose and cheek. "You want to be fucked like my private whore, then open your mouth." She did as told and opened her mouth wide. The third spurt went across her lips with some landing in her mouth. I lay forward and got my cock back into her sloppy slick snatch just as my fourth pulse left my pee hole. I kissed her and licked her face and squirmed my chest around to smear my cum all over her tits. She kissed me hard licking the cum off of my lips and tongue as she wrapped her legs around me and accepted what little bit of many juice I could pump into her. Our chests and faces were a sticky cummy mess. It was wonderful. We lay there panting for a long time before I rolled off of her and onto my back. I was surprised when she went down to lick my cock clean. It was the second time tonight that a woman had done that but I wasn't going to mention that to Jean. I wondered if she had also sucked the dying dribbles of Phil's juice out of his dick after he had unloaded on her tits. Then Jean surprised me by straddling my face to let me smell and taste her after her wild evening. "Just think Matthew," she cooed. "Tonight, I had two different men inside of me. Believe it or not, that's the first time in my life I've ever done that, even back in college. I was such a conventional girl. My boyfriends were so conventional too; regular normal sex by the book. Even when I was having my affair years ago, I was actually careful to not have sex with you the same day I had sex with Alan; that was his name. I always felt it would be so very wrong to let you fuck me the same day that he did. But tonight, I took a step that I've only fantasized about. Who knows, maybe someday I'll have a threesome or even more. I hope you don't think I'm saying that to be mean in any way. If I have a threesome, I'd like you to be part of it. Maybe you and I and Phil could try that sometime? I really hope you still love and respect me Matthew. I will always love and respect you, even if like you and Phil and Tonya did something like that. "I know Sweetheart," I said holding her closer. "I do love you and this is going to be a great new chapter in our life and marriage." The thing is that I truly believed it. I did love Jean, always had. I loved her as my wife, the mother of my son, as a friend, and now as this wild sexual animal that had somehow for the most part remained below the surface for many years. "Oh Matthew," Jean answered, "I think you're so right. I just know this is going to be good for us. I'm so glad I had that long talk with Tonya. She really made me admit a lot of things to myself that I had kept bottled up and gave me the courage to speak talk to you. She truly made me believe that you'd understand and support it." Not surprising I thought to myself. Part of me hated leading Jean on that she herself was the one to move in this direction when there were so many things that manipulated her in that direction. Still, many times in life we need some invisible hand pushing or pulling us in on direction or another. I lay there with Jean's face nestled into my neck thinking about all that had transpired in the past two months. I sincerely hoped that both mine and Jean's wishes would pan out. I thought of Jean's wish about traveling with Phil and Tonya or meeting some of Tonya's gentleman friends or perhaps meeting her own as time went by. I thought of Tonya's words about being careful what I wished for and opening Pandora's box. So far it seemed like I was getting what I wished for and the lid to Pandora's box was indeed fully opened. However, who knew what time would bring. I was exhausted and so was Jean. I thought that she had perhaps drifted off to sleep but then heard her say something quietly. "Matthew?" she cooed softly. "Yes." I answered. "Next month for my birthday? "Yes?" "Buy me an ankle bracelet." THE END (for now)

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Kissing Cousins Truth be told, I hadn't expected to be enjoying myself very much at all. Ceremony for a demon goddess of fertility, lust, and change aside, you expect a religious function to be boring as hell (pun intended.) Robes, chanting in a language you don't understand, having your sinuses assaulted by dusty old furniture, the scent of metal polish, and some really obnoxious incense. But I was willing to tough it out; after all it's not every day that one of your best friends in the whole wide world gets accepted as a novice priestess of the aforementioned demon lust goddess. Despite what you'd think, dwelling in the abyss, being a great bat winged she-demon and all; Krygar doesn't seem to be all that bad of a goddess. You didn't have the blood sacrifice, the rampant slaughter, and the baked baby barbecue cook outs that you have associated with other 'dark' gods and goddesses. Her pantheon has three goddesses of fertility overseeing the same aspects (spheres of influence, my cousin says they're called), and Krygar is essentially in the middle on the whole good and evil issue. I'd never really paid attention to religious issues, like choosing a divine patron for yourself, following a set in stone series of beliefs and all that. But on that day I found myself thinking that if I had to chose, I could do a whole lot worse than the goddess Setsuna picked to follow. Two words: temple prostitution. Two more words: transformation potions. And two more still: free samples. If I had known what I was in for, I don't think I would've gone. But in the end, I'm rather glad I did. We've always been close; we look enough alike to be twins. Some sort of cosmic destiny thing. Get blood ties close enough, have three sisters conceive around the same time, and then magical patterns slip into place, and you have what our parents got: three cousins that look like identical triplets, save for their hair color. Setsuna's is as black as a crow's wing, mine is the color of straw, and Sakura's... well... it tends to be whatever color she finds fetching at the moment. It was an intense red when we were little, but lately she's been dying it various shades of dull brown. She doesn't want to stand out in a crowd, usually because she's picking pockets in one. We were raised together and grew up as close as sisters. We matured, took vastly different careers, and went our separate ways; another one of those patterns that fate tends to make, the warrior, the rogue, and the cleric. Setsuna, going into the temple as she was, most definitely fit the cleric. She showed a few magical abilities at a young age, marking her as favored by the gods. In this weird world of ours you never know if those whispers in your head are the onset of schizophrenia, or an actual being of power stepping in to give guidance. But in her case, it seemed to be the latter. Sakura, despite her fiery mane, was always hiding and sneaking, making off with things that belonged to other people. If something valuable or useful went missing in our house odds were you'd find it in one of Sakura's little hidey holes. Picking locks, con artistry, that sort of thing. I myself took up the ways of the warrior and the wilderness. Hunting, tracking, mostly caravan guarding the last few years. Long moments of peace and quite out in nature punctuated with intense moments of firing arrows at things until they stop moving. It was always quite a comfortable living. But things changed, for the better I think, from the moment I took a drink out of what I thought was a ceremonial chalice. I thought it was some sort of welcoming thing, the church offering hospitality to two outsiders who happened to be their new acolyte's best friends and kin besides. I hadn't been at all suspicious when Setsuna told me to wear a bikini under my normal clothes. I had thought that they were going to do some sort of water rebirth ceremony, go under Setsuna the normal girl and emerge Setsuna the priestess in training, that sort of thing. Well... that wasn't remotely near what happened. I took one sip from the cup and bang, all the inhibitions went right out the window. Setsuna told me later that it wasn't weakening my will, just opening me up to things that I would've done normally with a little coaxing and cajoling. I was perfectly fine with that, even when she asked me to get up on one of the stages and perform a little strip tease. Apparently when the time comes for new priestesses of Krygar to be added to the roll of proper practitioners, the gal gets some of her friends (and on occasion some female relatives), and we're all put in a room with a bunch of unlabeled, temporary transformation potions mixed with a little alcohol, and essentially we help to welcome our friend into the fold in an orgy of lust and change. If you take the wrong (or right) potions, perhaps a little fertility too. A priestess' body is something special, seen by the church as a blank canvas or a block of clay to be sculpted towards the desires of both the priestess and the goddess. The party is meant to let the new priestess sample some of the blessings her goddess can give to her over the course of her service. She can see them, touch them, and even experience them. Each transformation is temporary, and they let you down one to three potions at a time. Every time the dispelling trigger was met you'd lose the oldest potion effect still active. I was a little hesitant at first, but seeing an eager priestess down two of them and get breasts bigger than her head, well... I figured I might as well give it a try. The inhibition potion at the door made sure that even the least bi-curious girls there would be getting in on the act, eventually. I was just about ready to grind up against the nearest bystander just from seeing the sudden expansion of the first potion drinker. Clothes came off quite rapidly, and I could see why I'd been asked to wear a bikini. I thought I'd have a bit of fun with it, and I hopped up on one of the stages to perform the stripping act Setsuna had asked for. I didn't have the slightest blush as I took my clothes off for a room of strangers. I did some rather lewd things with the potion bottle before I popped the cap and downed it. I was immediately thankful that I'd taken off all my clothes. Voltz' 9th Law of Transformation: Only magic items and underclothes are guaranteed to survive the alteration of the host. No matter how big you get, somehow you're going to be left with enough bits of fabric clinging to you to perform the bare minimum of modesty. Though it ought to have torn itself to shreds, somehow my bikini managed to contain my body as I shot up from five and a half to seven-feet in height, and it did so comfortably. Truth be told, I was a little disappointed. I didn't get muscles, or get to experience being a werewolf, or anything. I just got scaled up to the point where I was getting my hair caught in the ornate lamps hanging down from the ceiling. I'm sure it was quite a spectacular change to watch, but it was more uncomfortable for me than fun. So I went and found myself a playmate to get rid of the effect. A small and shy girl who, even with the inhibition potion still in effect, seemed a little reluctant to have some fun. But she enjoyed being scooped up in my arms and given a kiss, and what a kiss. Her potion was Essence of Frog. She was a joy to snuggle with, her skin soft and smooth, and her tongue, oh that tongue... I sampled a few more, nothing really worth mentioning. They weren't good or bad just... neutral. I didn't care about them, and as time went on I felt myself being drawn more and more into the spectacle of the thing. I was having more fun sitting back and seeing the trouble other people got themselves in to. Keeping an eye on Sakura resulted in some moments of amusement. She was slamming down potions for the free booze content and griping constantly about the resulting changes to anyone who would listen. And as she was often the most transformed one in the room, she was drawing in the handful of girls who were into that sort of thing, as well as both of the supervising priestesses. I could tell she was enjoying herself. For a few hours she got to be the center of attention, having her pleasure seen to by a handful of hangers-on who were more than eager to grab her more drinks. The party was winding down, and there was one more round of transformational potions. I could hear my cousin cursing up a storm from across the room. She was completely sloshed and having a fit over her final set of alterations. She towered over everyone at her table, membranous wings spread wide, tail lashing behind her as she tried to keep her balance. It was quite a sight, what with her not only being tipsy, but having a vastly altered center of gravity, having received a batch of the massive bust potion that had kicked off the evening. A half dozen arms were in a tangle as she tried to wave them to get herself balanced. I was actually enjoying my final alteration for the night. My little froggy friend from earlier had sought me out, and though she lacked the wondrous amphibian tongue from earlier, her own final change was rather similar to the first, smooth, sleek, skin made of pitch black latex. Her touch was absolute heaven. I just about had my eyes rolled back in my head with the sheer bliss of her lips upon my new addition. Remember what I said earlier about fertility? I had a full blown (pun intended) cock for my final change. Big enough to satisfy a mare, and if some of the messes I'd seen earlier were any indication, the gal slurping my sausage was going to get a big surprise. I hadn't really noticed Setsuna throughout the evening. I think she slipped off to have some fun with several of her fellow priestesses in one of the privacy booths in the corners. She walked up with a pre-poured potion, out of the bottle and in a chalice. She was purring quite loudly and a furred tail swayed from side to side behind her. She was somewhere between the Asian neko-chan and the typical anthropomorphic feline in appearance, claws, fangs, ears, and tail, but her fur was fading, though she kept the six breasts. I smiled up at her as she set the cup on the table, and then bent down to give me an intimate kiss. I'd be lying if I said this was the first time she'd done that. It seemed whenever I got together with my cousins, and drinking was involved, somehow we always ended up sleeping together. It was weird, but it didn't seem wrong. To me it always felt like masturbation. Aside from hair color and a few freckles, I could be the legitimate mirror image of either of my cousins. We enjoyed ourselves; it was always a well needed blowing off of steam. We never talked about it or discussed it. Hell, we never even planned to do it. It just... happened, and we loved it. "Mmm... Ranko," she purred, "Think we can wrestle Sakura away from the crowd? I've got some fun for the whole family in mind, as it were, and I think it'll be more intimate without a crowd cheering us on." I just nodded, I couldn't manage to coax anything more than a moan or a lustful cry out of my throat. The former frog-girl was good, and I made a mental note to get her number before the night was out. The climax was absolutely delicious, and longer lasting than any I'd had up until that point in my life. I was seriously giving some thought to sending the church a little donation to get a little (well, not so little) permanent addition. But events later that evening would make things rather... difficult. And I never did get Miss Froggy's number... -o- It was a bit cramped inside the privacy booth; it was more in the style of a telephone booth than a restaurant booth. Despite her drunkenness, requiring several of her still-present arms on my shoulders, back, and butt in order to stay upright, Sakura groaned loudly when I asked if the small booth was a "changing room." She always hates my puns. "I'd like to share something special with the two of you, it's something that's been on my mind a lot recently, and just won't seem to leave. I can't really trust anyone else to go through this with me and not abuse it so... one last transformation for the night, letting us all experience it." Setsuna said, before standing on the small bench and pushing aside a ceiling tile. She'd managed to acquire on of the temple's transformation potions, and this one still had its label. Though it was written in the Abyssal script, and I had no idea what it said. She took a big gulp first, and then passed it to Sakura, who couldn't quite manage to keep the majority of it in her mouth, it dribbled down over her massive breasts. The dragon alteration was gone, but she still sported six arms and those wonderfully huge knockers. I took the potion from her as Setsuna ran her tongue over Sakura's obviously sensitive breasts, making sure not a drop was wasted. I took a long swig for myself, the potion sporting a kind of bubbly vanilla flavor to it. I could immediately feel that bubbly feeling being transferred to my body. It tickled a bit and I giggled as I took another drink, this time brining my lips against Sakura's, assuring that not a drop would be spilled. She seemed almost hungry for the potion, or more likely the liquor used to make it. She gulped down what I offered, her tongue almost writhing in my mouth, searching for more. So I gave it to her, with three kisses I managed to give our drunken cousin her share of the transformation potion. I wasn't sure what it was, but I felt my entire body heating up, joining that bubbly feeling. It was a slower acting potion than the others, the effects would take place with a deliciously languid pace, allowing the subject to experience every minor shift caused by the magical concoction. Perhaps the booze was finally getting to me, as I felt my mind grow foggy, concentrating almost entirely upon my increasingly aroused body. It felt so good to rub up against my cousins, our skin meeting. It felt even better to rub and stroke, to fondle and caress. The booth seemed almost to tighten around us, pushing the three of us closer and closer together, making sight useless, the only way to know what was going on was to use your touch, to feel the others around you. It was wonderful, an almost spiritual experience. We pressed closer and closer together, our skin tingling with delighted bliss as it met that of our kin. Sensual sensations blossomed within our bodies the likes of which we had never before known. It was like every part of us, physical and spiritual, was open to the other two to play with, to kiss, to caress, to make love to. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever experienced. And yet throughout all of it, not one single climax was to be had. I could feel Setsuna's many breasts, as well as Sakura's large ones; I could feel my cousin's clumsy, but manifold caresses over my body. It was sheer bliss. Tighter and tighter the booth seemed to grow, closer and closer together, as close as three women can physically get. And then we went beyond that. I'm not sure how exactly it went, since I couldn't see, couldn't even open my eyes. But I didn't need to see what happened, only feel it. It felt like I had become like putty, my flesh being pushed and kneaded into that of my cousins. Perhaps if I had a clearer head I would've been worried, but all I knew was that it felt even better than skin to skin contact, and I focused all my will into that feeling of fluidity, letting myself flow forward, to entwine and entangle with the two people that I loved most in all the world. Then I became more than myself. I could feel my caresses; I could feel the sensations stirred by my lips, my fingertips, my legs wrapped around my cousin's waist. I could feel their own touches upon my body, and I could feel that which was doing the touching. I felt perfect, like one of those multiarmed elephant fertility goddesses exploring herself. I wasn't quite sure if I was controlling the many arms and legs I felt, not even those I knew to be my own. But it didn't matter, since they were all working towards the same purpose; to grant me the greatest pleasure possible. The near-divine sense of pleasure and pressure grew and grew, until it exploded like a single shining silver firework amidst a sea of endless night, lighting up all of creation with its dazzling brightness. And then I was no longer divine, but a mere mortal with a somewhat unfamiliar body. There were no longer any loving caresses, but rather clumsy gropes as fingers and hands tried to figure out where precisely they were, and why everything felt so weirdly heavy, and not only that, but why were there so damned many of them? Mirror, wall, curtain, more wall, Sakura's huge breast, someone's rump, my rump, Sakura's OTHER huge breast, my hair, Setsuna's ponytail, yet another Sakura breast. Wait... I opened my eyes, but there wasn't much to see, as Sakura, Setsuna, and myself were lodged quite well in the changing booth. I turned my head only to find myself with my nose in Setsuna's air and a faceful of dark hair. "Ack! You two are squashing me!" Sakura cried, no trace of a slur in her voice. I too felt rather cramped and compacted, though I couldn't feel anyone's weight on me. I tried to step out of the booth, but it seemed that I had too many legs as well. I lost count at four. I managed to get one or two through the curtain, and gripped the outside wall with... I couldn't be sure, somewhere between three and seven hands, seeking to pull myself out of the booth. I'm sure it looked quite a sight, likely a dozen limbs flailing around from outside the curtain. My strength managed to do the job and I managed to pull myself out of the booth. Only it wasn't quite myself; I managed to pull out myself and part of Setsuna, with Sakura still inside the booth. Or at least the portion of our merged form that sported her head. My jaw dropped as I looked over the body my cousins and I had become united in. A wide torso, sporting nine breasts the very size and shape that Sakura had acquired through her potions, with three heads sitting atop it. There was a sort of hint of shoulders in the middle, beneath the neck belonging to Setsuna, and the outside was adorned with many, many arms. We were not only a little bigger than double-wide, but double-thick as well, with a broadened back and a second set of shoulders and hips. A quick count determined we had twelve arms and eight legs amongst us, the majority of them belonging to a pair of rather confused young women. Sakura managed to free herself from the booth and step her third of the body out with the rest of us. She let out a stunned yelp, and I could feel her panicked adrenaline surging into our veins. Her flight instinct kicked in, and the sudden shock of feeling her own feelings and urges sent me into a panic. I'm not sure why, but we tried to pull away from one another, trying to forcibly pull our original bodies free of the strange merged mess we'd gotten ourselves into. Setsuna, on the other hand, was in complete control, and she giggled as Sakura and I struggled until our sleepless and drink-worn constitutions hit rock bottom and we could do nothing more than pant, trying to draw air into our... I still don't know how many lungs. The priestess took control of as many arms as she could, hugging our new body, cupping our plentiful breasts, and stroking Sakura and I, the two heads on the edges of our form, on the cheek. "Isn't this great?!" Setsuna cried with unparalleled glee. "If I wasn't sharing the same blood supply I'd slit your throat," growled Sakura. I gritted my teeth and concentrated, putting my own assortment of arms to work, feeling up our united flesh. It was quite interesting, the way we'd been brought together as one. I can only imagine that Setsuna's multibreast alteration and Sakura's bust booster and Hindu goddess style arms somehow came along with us while we merged. But that was rather odd, as the three of us had most definitely climaxed, and thus they ought to have vanished. My fingers sought out our three sexes, positioned between our four front legs. "It's a nice body to visit, girls, but I wouldn't want to live in it." I said with a small smile, "Let's have a little fun with a test run, then go our separate ways, ok?" Setsuna just chuckled and nodded, while Sakura grunted and angrily mashed our breasts. It was... interesting, being able to feel your pleasure and the pleasure of two other people, to feel the parts touching and being touched, yet being not in control of them in the slightest. I closed my eyes and leaned against the outer wall of the booth, thinking "You know, I could really get used to this..." I thought to myself idly. It turns out I wouldn't really have any choice in the matter. -o- Still tipsy from the previous evening, barely able to walk with eight legs and three minds trying to control them, and being a little loose legged from the fact that we couldn't seem to keep our hands off ourselves, eventually we managed to make it to Setsuna's room to pass out for the day, hoping that we would be individuals once more when we awoke. To Sakura's loathing and Setsuna's enjoyment, that was not the case. We were still mashed into a single, many limbed, multibreasted form. Despite all the mutual pleasuring we had taken part in the previous evening, I still felt more than a little randy, I could even feel that my two cousins felt the same way. Noticing that somehow made it worse, like some kind of sexual feedback loop. I was aroused, which made Setsuna aroused, which made Sakura aroused, which made me even more needful. "We need to shower," I said. During those early days I tried my best to adhere to my normal routine. Rather quickly I would find that it was quite impossible. I tried to get up, out of the bed, but the other two wanted to part of it, laying like lumps. So despite myself I had to lay back down, dealing with Setsuna or Sakura absently fondling our mutual assets. "Probably not a good idea," Setsuna said. Though I couldn't see it, I could hear the mischievous grin in her voice, "We're going to have breakfast shortly, and odds are we're going to end up rather messy." Sakura winced, "Oh gods, she's right. We've got who knows how many arms, three mouths to feed, and our arms on the other side are like twice as far away as they're supposed to be." "Ugh," I said with a sound of disgust, "We're going to be quite the show in the mess hall. Considering that I'm willing to bet dollars to donuts that the temple doesn't have any clothes that are going to fit us." I could feel Sakura blush, her portion of our shared body turning red with embarrassment. I chuckled, "So you can fuck in front of a crowd when you're getting drunk, but you can't stand the thought of just being naked in front of people?" I got a snarled "Shut up!" for my troubles. Thankfully Setsuna provided some information that helped to throw water on Sakura's increasingly bad mood: transformees of the church are taken care of until they are comfortable enough in their new forms to take care of themselves. So breakfast in bed was going to be the state of things for the foreseeable future. I did admit that my cousin had been right; we did indeed need a shower after breakfast. I'm half positive that whoever put together the menu for us during those first few days set up a hidden camera, and was laughing so hard they wet themselves every time we ate. We got a full on waffle bar, butter, syrup, fruit, whipped cream, chocolate syrup. And as predicted, nothing seemed to go the way it ought. We were absolutely ravenous, and all twelve arms sought ought plates. The first casualty was the pitcher of blueberry syrup, which was knocked over when all four of the arms that seemed to be mine tried to grab it at once. The warm flow over the bare skin of our breasts was enough the make the three of us gasp. "What the hell is wrong with us?" Sakura grumbled, "Why does just about everything feel sexual?" Setsuna took the opportunity to ramble on about the wonders of Krygar's gifts, how the goddess wanted to assure that the forms she granted her followers were enjoyable, even if they weren't quite what the petitioner was looking for. Thus... Sakura and I took advantage of our cousin's rambling to sort out which arms were ours, they were the ones not making gestures, or making diagrams on napkins. After a few catapulted waffles I gave up on trying to eat in a civilized manner, and just grabbed a plain waffle and dipped it in the rather large amount of whipped cream, fruit, and syrup that had accumulated on my portion of our body during previous attempts at eating. On the other end, however, Sakura only gave up after her repeated attempts at using a knife and fork wound up with her wearing a waffle as a whipped-cream and chocolate-chip covered hat. By the time we'd all managed to get our fill (as I later learned we all shared a single stomach) I kind of felt sorry for whoever had drawn the bad luck of having to clean up Setsuna's room, as well as the laundry people who would be having to assure that the bedclothes didn't wind up with purple, blue, and red stains. Still lacking any sort of clothing, we merely threw one of bedsheets with the least amount of stuff spilled on it around our rather sticky form and were ushered off to the specialty showers. I was a little awed at the sight; the temple had taken steps to assure that anyone could have a nice, comfortable bath despite their form. My cousins and I were ushered into a tub that had a door in it, and a bench inside. Essentially a walk in tub, the small door in the side being completely water tight, allowing it to be filled up for a wide but not particularly tall individual to take a bath. It was more space efficient than a wide, but shallow one, I suppose. Turning on the taps went much easier than breakfast had. Well, until Sakura pulled the little stopper that turned the flow of the tap into a warm shower. All three of us cried out at the same time as the powerful spray cascaded over our nine oh-so-sensitive breasts. Our breakfast had taken place just after noon, and the sun had long since set by the time someone came to check up on us and get us out of that shower. We quickly learned that any time we bathed we would have to have someone come and get us before things went a little too far out of hand. The water, the suds, the scrubbing, it was so easy to get our rather oversexed body demanding more and more pleasure, and even between the three of us we didn't have enough will to deny it. After we were coaxed out of the shower, we had our first surprise of the day. One of the temple elders had done a little thaumaturgic investigation to see why our transformation wasn't dispersing the way it ought. I really shouldn't have been surprised at the answer we were given.

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Title: Medusa: Fate's Game Ch. 15 Tags: violence, greek mythology, mythology, romance, monster girl, fantasy romance, orgy, blood, fantasy battle, love \~\~Otrera\~\~ Well, shit. "Darian, wait!" she said. Damn man was going to wreck the world if she wasn't careful. "Why should I?" "You don't know what'll happen if you kill them. You could start what Charon was talking about, or who knows what." Darian snarled, and a rasp that sounded less like him, more like the first time she'd heard the mask came through. The tall, robed entities stood before their brother's vessel, and they cowered with a multitude of shadowy limbs raised, flailing like children's arms. Children didn't have half a dozen arms though, and as the Fates trembled, Otrera half-thought they looked kind of like an octopus. Above them, there were the glowing things that circled the vortex of souls. Still a ways off, but the tendrils of color that wrapped upon sections of the pillar of light were plenty visible, humongous, and pulsing. It was like she could see their heartbeat, except it was their whole body, and each pulse pulled a color from the pillar, whatever color the creature was, brighter, into the main body. Like they were feeding on it. And as Darian held the Fates in the palm of his hand, other floating orbs started to appear. The city that lay ahead, the enormous temples, the pillars of black stone with windows and doors carved into them, the dome roofs, the colossal hooks that dangled chains as big as roads, each with buildings hanging from them, all of them started to show more of the glowing orbs. Each of the spheres had a collection of tendrils that dangled from them, but the spheres floated, pulsed and radiated a color unique to them. So many colors, each unique, rainbows upon rainbows. "D-Darian, I... um—" "They should die! We don't need them, we don't need these creatures manipulating fate, manipulating destiny. We don't need these vile, abhorrent, disgusting abominations controlling us!" "Darian, uh—" "We should kill them. Be rid of them. Toying with our lives, our deaths? We should—" "Darian!" "What!?" "Look up!" Darian raised his masked face, and slowly lowered his outstretched hand. The host of floating orbs were drifting in their direction. While a few of them were easily a hundred feet tall, from tendril to orb, many others were only a quarter that size. The massive spheres hovered closer, down toward them and the soul rivers along the cavern floor, while the smaller ones stayed behind them. They came closer as well, but always with their larger brethren in front of them. The cavern became alive. More, and more of the floating orbs appeared in their temples and homes, and they floated around, closer together like a flock of slow-moving birds. The flocks drifted, colored the stone with their glow, and joined in hovering nearer and nearer the two Fate's Children. There were thousands of them. "Bellerophontes," a sister said, "you cannot destroy us. Without our hand, there would be no civilization. We are the spinners, we have woven the tapestry of your history, your tales, your greatest heroes and greatest villains. We are—" Darian put out his hand, and squeezed his fist. The three sisters all fell flat — not fell, more like squashed into the ground. They shrieked and waved their arms of black mist, but they stayed down, flattened to only a foot tall, with their masks pointed up and shaking. But Otrera barely noticed, and when she glanced Darian's way, he was still looking up at the oncoming cloud of colors too. One of the greater orbs came down closer to them, and as its tendrils drifted near the cavern floor, many of the souls in the running rivers reacted. The colossal creature was navy, and souls of a similar color drifted toward it, while other colors avoided it, depending upon their difference. But the descending orb grew smaller, its tendrils shrank into itself, and its glow started to fade. The souls ceased responding to it, as once it was upon the cavern floor, human feet stepped from its glow. Otrera gasped and took a step back. From the navy, pulsing light of the creature, a man emerged, tall, muscular, with a long beard of black, and penetrating, brown eyes. He looked fit, healthy, perhaps in his thirties, with a beautiful, almost glowing robe of white chiton. "Moros... again you have come. Again you will destroy what we have built." He swept his arm to the side, stance aggressive. It was comically exaggerated, Otrera thought, but it seemed to be a running theme with the gods. "Be warned, Moirai. Know that I am not my father, and you will not best us so easily this time." Darian tilted his head to the side, and looked at the oncoming man. "... which one are you?" The tall man blinked, and looked between him and Otrera. "You are... not Moros?" "No, I am not Moros." Darian stepped toward the newcomer, and the unnamed fellow stood his ground, but Otrera could see the grimace in his face. "I'm just the idiot who's taken his body." The man looked him up and down, and folded his arms across his chest. "... Bellerophontes?" Darian nodded, and snarled again. "And you?" "... I am Hades." Otrera slowly lowered her bow, and gawked. She could see his gold mask flicker in and out of existence. The golden mask of a god, similar but different to the Moirai. Gawking turned into a surprised squeak when Hades fell to his knees, unfolded his arms, and raised his straining hands up to his chest and head. He was in pain, and the veins in his forehead started to bulge as he trembled. For what was apparently an illusion, the illusion behaved quite accurately to human agony, as Darian pointed his palm at Hades's chest, and started squeezing the air. "Where are your brothers?" "I... will... not—" "Where are your brothers!?" Darian's voice cut through the cavern until Otrera felt it vibrate in her bones. "Z-Zeus... and Poseidon... above... Olympus..." Otrera blinked, and looked between Darian and, evidently, the god of the underworld. He broke easily. She winced as her conversation with Chimera walked through her mind. Vile, putrid mound of filth, he'd said of Ares. And for all his threatening, Hades was brought to his knees in seconds. She wasn't sure whether to be happy things were going so easily for them, or be terrified. "Get them. If they're not both here when I return, I will destroy your Moirai friends, and your brethren." Darian motioned to the swarm of weird squid-like floating spheres of pulsing colors. "And make sure Athena is here too." Otrera shivered and stepped in a little closer to the masked man. He had beef with Zeus, and Poseidon. What would he have done if they were here? And Athena, she imagined the goddess would be a splattered mess of... whatever these energy balls turned into when they exploded. At least the Erinyes turned to blood, she could understand that. But the Moirai, and these... gods, evidently, they were what? The more she learned, the less they seemed like powerful gods, and more like parasites. Darian lowered his hands. The sisters got up, and they made tiny chittering sounds as they did. Hades, coughing and struggling to breathe, got up as well. At least she could understand the signs of discomfort on him... it? The whole trip was turning into a mind fuck. "Let's go, Otrera." Darian took a step forward, and the whole of the underworld moved out of his way. The Fates hovered to the side, around him, and Hades did as well. As Darian stepped toward the vortex, it was like watching a sea part. All the gods floating above had descended closer to them when Hades had, but now that Darian was walking forward, they made way. Such a myriad of colors, rainbows over rainbows, hundreds upon hundreds of glowing tendrils of light, all swaying with their movements as they opened the path. The two Fate's Children stepped into the city. There were no roads, only the soul rivers, and none of the buildings were really on the cavern floor. Some were a bit low, attached to the stalagmites, but none could be reached by them. You'd have to be able to fly. And sure enough, some wings started to become visible as the Amazon stared up at the colossal buildings above. Erinyes, more of them. And other creatures started to stick out their noses... and snouts. Weird things, with glowing faces similar to the gods' bodies, but they walked on all fours, with black wings that looked more like bat wings than anything. More and more oddities stuck their noses and snouts out of their homes and temples, some with extra heads, some with extra tails, some almost human shaped, and all with varying degrees of glow to their eyes or limbs or claws. As they walked by, Otrera re-nocked her arrow, but kept it lowered as they drifted past the enormous stalagmites of black stone that jutted up from cavern floor. The closer they got to the vortex, the more the floor started to slope downward. The color of the souls near the base was dark, blacks and heavy colors that made her depressed just to look at them. Some of them pushed up for the massive judge statues, and as they approached the monoliths of stone, some of them changed color and started to drift upward. Others were cast back down, and rejoined the swirling pool of souls at the bottom of the crater. A crater the size of a city. Ridges in the black stone let her find her footing. Every step was cautious, slow, but Darian's were determined, hard, as he walked into the pit. Otrera looked behind her, and stared at the cloud of glowing dots. They'd moved back together, and they were all looking at them — or at least, it seemed so. They didn't have faces. But some of the larger creatures were coming down to land next to Hades, and they too were beginning to transform into their human shapes. They turned to each other, chatted, whispered, eyes wide, hands up to their lips. More and more they looked human, with each of them dressed in the garbs she'd come to expect of gods sitting on Mount Olympus. The underworld wasn't Mount Olympus though, no clouds to be sat on or anything. No grapes either. The crowd stared at them, soon an army of human-looking gods of many shapes, sizes, and hair colors. Many were trembling, and holding hands. A few were placing their fingers upon Hades's shoulders, fingertips glowing with various colors. Healing him, maybe? Many of the other floating orbs still in the air landed upon the balconies or floors of the nearby temples, and they too transformed into their human disguises while they looked down at the two Fate's Children from above. Every single god in the underworld — and that was apparently a lot more gods than they knew — was staring at them. Otrera shivered and stayed close to Darian. But as they walked deeper into the crater, things didn't get much better. The rivers of souls spilled into the deepening cavity. Many of the souls had already left the river, and were floating up or down in the pillar of light, but many more were still grounded. It wasn't until the streams opened up and spilled their contents into the crater that Otrera started struggling to see. Faces in the colors swam past her, around her, over and under, with the fading trails of their bodies behind them. Some opened their eyes, some did not. Features were lost in a haze, so no matter which way she looked, all she could see was an unending tide of blurry faces. "You have any idea what you're doing, Darian?" "Yes. I can see... I can feel it. You'll see." Oh, wonderful. She'd see. Not exactly filling her with details, or confidence, but she had no choice but to follow him anyway. Into a towering pillar of swirling light comprised of what must have been a million souls. Just wonderful. Well, she did decide to help him after all. Just didn't realize that meant walking into a literal tornado of the dead. Turn back? The thought made her laugh, and she slung her bow back over her shoulder. Run to where? And besides, the deeper they went into the crater, the more she wanted to stick by Darian, and help him save Medusa. Gods she was dumb. The pillar grew brighter, denser, and she found herself squinting trying to peer through the blinding pillar. They'd past the three judges, and for a moment, she thought they'd step on her. But the stone giants were unmoving. She stopped by one of their toes, and looked it up and down. There were bumps and lines in the skin, same as a human, as if someone had taken an actual man, turned him into dark stone, and made him a couple hundred feet tall. And as she grew near, she heard a quiet thud coming from the statue once a second. A heartbeat. She gulped, and jumped a couple times down the slope to rejoin Darian. "You think they'll let us out of here when we've got Medusa back?" she said. "They've defeated Moros once before, at great cost from the sounds of it. I'm betting they won't risk that again for the sake of keeping Medusa's soul." "Maybe. They are gods, fickle, prone to bouts of stupidity and obsession." She shrugged and stepped in closer to Darian's side again, until they were shoulder to shoulder. "I was expecting... well, not this. It looks like there's thousands of them, Darian. And a lot of them look like kids." A glance back at the crowd proved it. Hundreds of the floating orbs of light had landed, and transformed into a human shape, many looking no more than ten years old. And why did they look human at all? The Moirai didn't. The priests of the world would spontaneously combust if they knew how inaccurate their understanding of their masters were. "They're not kids. They're parasites." Otrera shook her head, and grabbed the man's wist. "Maybe, maybe not. Let's just... focus our hatred a little, alright? They've done a lot of bad things, but only a few of them deserve your punishment." Darian sighed, but nodded. Funny that the man was more receptive than ever, now that he was wearing the mask of doom. Seeing the Moirai there, at his mercy, she expected him to kill the sisters, and leave the world without their guidance, twisted as it was. The sisters did have a point though, much as the thought disgusted her. Would civilization even exist if it wasn't for the people's worship of the gods, their attempts to appease them? Good gods she was starting to sound like Chimera. Get out of your head. Darian pressed on, and stepped into the pillar of souls. The colossal obelisk was solid light near its center, and Otrera raised a hand again to block some of it out. Darian did no such thing, and he reached out a hand to her while the other reached for the pillar. She took it, and took a few deep breaths, before she followed him into the burying light. Darkness struck like a hammer. The moment her head passed into the pillar, all light was gone, even from behind her, and endless black buried her, crushed her, and robbed her of her senses. All of them. She squeezed her hand, and felt nothing. She spun around, and saw nothing. She cried out, and heard nothing. Just when her lungs decided they didn't want to breathe anymore, she fell forward onto her knees when a flash of white blinded her. Light once more. Darian was standing next to her, and her hand was still in his. "Another barrier," he said. "Sorry. And just... stay near me. You'll be stuck here if I have to leave without you." "Good... to know..." She sank her free hand's fingers into the grass, and coughed on a few failed attempts to breathe. Was that what it felt like to die? Gods she hoped not. Grass? She looked down, and squeezed the earth in her fingers a little. Indeed, there was grass, and soft earth, and a gentle breeze. She looked up, and gasped. The sun. Oh gods, a beautiful sun was high in the sky, and it washed over the land with a gentle, warm glow. As she stood up, she blinked down at the white flowers around her feet, and further out down along the green valley before them. Or at least, it should have been green, but the grass was ultimately overwhelmed by the unusual white flowers, with raised stalks in their center that bore white pedals from many blossoms. White asphodels, in unending amounts. They poured over the smooth hills around them, and swayed with the breeze. "... Asphodel Meadows," she said. "It's... beautiful." "I wonder how Elysium looks." Taking his own deep breaths of the beautiful scenery, Darian gave her hand another squeeze before letting go, and started walking down the gentle slopes. "Come on." "You know where we're going?" "I can see — feel pulls of something. I can tell where Elysium is, and... I can tell where Tartarus is." "You could take us to Elysium?" "... I could." She shivered, and followed after him down the grass and flowers. "Awfully tempting." "Yeap." "Think you can rescue Medusa, and just go to Elysium?" "Maybe. Probably. But... this place... the afterlife, I don't think it's permanent." "What do you mean?" She got in beside him, and stared up and around at the rolling hills, the warm but pleasant sun, the flowers, the quiet. No birds chirping or anything, but the silence wasn't cold or dead. It was soothing. "Moros said Medusa was going to Tartarus for a thousand years before she'd be reborn. And... I can feel a flow here. I can feel things going up, going down, and then... leaving. Leaving the underworld, and the afterlife." "Leaving? To where?" Darian looked up, and stared into the clear sky above. "... back to the living." "Oh..." She'd heard the argument of reincarnation before, from people in the far East. Course, everyone just dismissed such absurdity as just that, absurdity. Not so absurd now. Would such an idea spread in Greece, if she mentioned it to others? Over the next hill, they stopped, and looked out to the valley below. A city, a Greek city, with homes by a flowing river of glistening, clear water, and temples. For a second, she grit her teeth, and craned her neck to see what face or statue would adorn the temple's front. But there was no face of gold, no statue, no adornments — not with a recognizable face or symbol anyway. As she and Darian approached the city, they found no markings of the gods on any of the walls, any of the homes or temples, nothing. All they found was a vast array of pleasant buildings, with many built close enough to the river to drink of it freely. Not that she imagined the dead needed to drink. And, upon getting close to the city, the dead did indeed emerge. She expected to see souls like in the soul rivers of the underworld, but instead, she found people. Just people, regular looking people, standing around, chatting. They wore typical white chitons and tunics, and they walked the grass — no roads — between the buildings, many with hands held, and of many ages. The city was big enough to house maybe a thousand souls, which made no sense to her. Not big enough to house all dead, even if they were being reborn regularly. But damn, it was beautiful. She and Darian walked down the closest thing to a road, and as she looked around, she noticed the people walking by wore no sandals. Not only that, they were slightly see-through. Just slightly of course, and not in a gross way that exposed bones or organs. They looked beautiful, and as they continued through the crowd of dead, she noticed none were disfigured with a wound, or old, or weak. Everyone looked perfectly healthy. And they were ignoring the two Fate's Children. A pleasant change from the underworld. It wasn't long before the sounds of moans and groans started to become obvious. Otrera quirked a brow, stuck her head around one of the buildings, and raised a hand to her lips. In the alley between two of the buildings, a man and woman were having sex. Naked, clothes tossed aside, a woman was on her hands and knees, and the man was behind her, holding her hips, and pounding her. Otrera blinked a few times, and stared. The woman's hair was hanging beside her neck, and the look on her face was absolute bliss. And bliss turned into orgasm as the woman arched her back, and dug her fingers into the grass. "Otrera?" Darian said. "I... I uh..." The woman lifted her gaze, caught Otrera's, and smiled an exhausted, sweat-dripping smile. The man behind her did the same. A lovely young man, with nice shoulders and a hard chin. "We don't know you," he said. "Come join us?" Strangers inviting strangers for sex, without even bothering to ask names. If this was the Asphodel Meadows, what could Elysium possibly have better? Always thinking with her thighs. Darian took her hand, and dragged her away. "Come on, one look at sex and you break like a neglected wife." She frowned, and pushed the man a couple feet away, but fell instep beside him anyway. "I'm a grown woman! I—" More groans stopped her, and she forced herself to keep walking as she looked by the windows. Most of the homes had a pair of people fucking. Some had triplets. More than one had half a dozen people, with arms wrapped around each other, pushing their bodies up against walls so Otrera could see them through the windows. And one window had a woman leaning out through it, her hands on the sill, her large breasts dangling underneath her and bouncing with the rhythm of a long, gentle fuck. This time Darian stopped, and took a few moments to stare. Otrera couldn't see through his mask of course, but she knew what was going on in his big dumb head. "You really like tits," she said. "What, you don't? I saw the way you looked at Medusa." "Hey! I... I love a good pair of tits, except my definition extends to a lot more than only big ones." She frowned at him some more, even tried to scowl a little, but it all sort of washed away, and turned into a laugh. Darian laughed as well, and the two forced themselves to walk past the woman clearly enjoying herself. Otrera did take a glance back though, and grinned as the woman gave her a tiny wave. Everyone was so damn happy. The kids — in a different section of the city than the sexually crazed, thankfully — were running, playing, wrestling, throwing rocks in the river, and the adults were chatting, telling tales of their lives, and fucking like rabbits. Some of the people faded out as they approached, often mid action, and a new person replaced them doing something different nearby. Overlapping afterlives? She couldn't tell, all she could tell was she was seeing more people than the city would suggest she should be able to see. It wasn't exactly right for the two of them to be having a nice evening stroll, with Medusa's fate as it was, and she could tell Darian wanted to move faster. But at the same time, he was the one setting the pace. Maybe he was lost, or just struggling to figure out how to use the mask? Medusa had a thousand years in Tartarus before her, and Athena had only brought her to the afterlife that same day. Five minutes to peek around and see what the afterlife was like wouldn't— "Otrera?" Otrera froze. Ice in her veins, feet turned to stone, petrified, unable to move as the voice resonated in her mind, in her memories, and made her grow faint. But, after a couple seconds of silence, she turned to face one of the windows. "... Aeryn?" Aeryn, moderate height, fit like any Amazon, with long blond hair, and a sharp chin to match her sharp wit. One of her best warriors. And of course, Aeryn was naked, her pert breasts on display and her nipples blatantly hard. She was leaning forward against the window on her elbows, and she was smiling. Not a typical smile, not a 'hello friend' smile, but a blissful smile. And as Otrera stepped in closer, she blushed. Two other women, and one man were in there too. "Nallia. Jonnah. What are you two sluts doing?" she said as she got closer. The other two Amazons got up from their squatting positions around Aeryn's legs. They were wearing their loincloths, but that was it. A couple of brunettes, Nallia was a short thing like Otrera, but with large enough breasts for the two of them, and then some, while Jonnah was a tall woman, thin, with a nasty scar down her chest. There was no scar. "You two look great," she finally managed to say. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. "I can't believe it's you, Otrera. We... we looked for you! You never came." Aeryn held out her hands, and Otrera took them. She squeezed, and stared down at Aeryn's fingers, at how they filled Otrera's hands like fingers should, at how they were warm, and pulsed with life. Slightly see-through though. She was dead, no mistaking that. Nallia and Jonnah got into the window too, elbows on the sill, and they each took Otrera's hands to squeeze them. "Queen Otrera," they both said. They all looked aroused, and ready to fuck at a moment's notice. Their queen visiting them didn't seem to spark an ounce of shame or shyness in them — good. She'd hate herself if she spoiled their fun. Darian had stopped a few feet down the path, and when she looked his way, he nodded, and leaned against a nearby building. She had a few minutes. "Who's that?" Otrera said, and she gestured to the naked man standing behind Aeryn. At least he wasn't fucking her anymore; even Otrera would have found mid-sex dialogue a little awkward. "This is Vasilis. He was a fisherman, when he was alive. Poor fool never had a wife or lover. Lonely man, too nice. We like to keep him company." "H-hello," he said. "Your friends have spoken much about you." "Have they?" Otrera laughed and grinned at the man. While her sisters of battle were comfortable with the situation, Vasilis was not. He was blushing even more than she. An older man than the girls, maybe in his mid forties. He was in good shape, but that seemed to be something that just happened in the Asphodel Meadows. He had a soft look to him, with a short beard, long blond hair, and quiet, brown eyes. And from the look in his eyes, she could read him clear as day; he didn't have a mean or aggressive bone in his body. Not exactly her cup of tea, but the girls seemed to be having fun spoiling him, what with Aeryn sticking her ass out for him, and the other two girls around their legs. Maybe she should have died and stayed dead, if this was what awaited her? "You're still alive," they said as they looked her up and down. "What's going on?" "Um, er... well, that's the guy that killed you." She gestured to Darian. He stood upright, shocked no doubt, but she waved him off. "I was saved by a sorceress, and long story short, she turned out to be a bitch. Bellerophontes and I worked together to kill her, and now we're here to save his lover. She shouldn't be dead." "Oh! So romantic!" Nallia leaned out the window, huge breasts jiggling — focus, Otrera — and waved at him. "You were such a beast in battle, little man! And... what's with the mask?" "It's, um..." "Longer story again, don't worry about it." Otrera shoved Nallia back through the window by the forehead. "So... Asphodel Meadows." "Yeah. Sorry Otrera, but none of us got to Elysium. And judging from the people we see, so few do. Dying in battle isn't enough, you have to... well we don't know." Darian sighed and looked to the sky. "You have to... change the world... to get in there." They all raised a brow at him. Something on his mind, she'd ask him later. "But," Otrera said, "you girls seem to be having fun." "Oh, it's such a nice place Otrera. No hunger, no thirst, no disease, wounds are healed, everyone is healthy, horny, and friendly. Something about this place, it... it brings people together, in whatever way lets you be happy. Some people have even stayed for decades, content to enjoy the different faces." "Stayed?" Aeryn nodded and continued. "When we want to leave, and be reborn, we can. Any time we want. When we feel refreshed, revitalized, and ready to go back to the living, try life again, we can. Until then, we get to relax here, and just... be happy." Maybe she really should have died. But then, she'd never have met the big dumbass she left in Aethiopia. "Do you remember anything from your previous lives?" Otrera said. "No, not really. Some hazy images, but that's it. But I can feel my previous lives in... well, my soul I guess." "You want to... come join us?" Jonnah said. "Been a while." With a wink, she stepped back toward the man they'd captured, and leaned in to put a kiss on his cheek as she pressed her breasts against his arm. Vasilis started to visibly tremble, and Otrera winked at him. She'd break the poor guy. "Nah. Really want to, but can't. I have to keep going. And besides, you girls could use the break." And I have a lover. "If anyone deserves a break, it's you, my queen." Aeryn squeezed her hand again, and patted her knuckles. "Maybe someday. Not today. Have you seen the other girls?" "A few have gone back to the world. Many are around, enjoying themselves as we are. The Asphodel Meadows will bring us together sometimes, and sometimes it keeps us apart. Whatever will best let us relax, and be content." Thank you Asphodel Meadows, for not bringing back her entire tribe for her to face. She'd break down into a sobbing mess if she had to look each sister in the eye again. "I must go," she said. Aeryn squeezed her hands again, and Otrera found herself not moving. Frozen again. But Darian walked up to her, put a hand on her shoulder, and gave her a little tug. It was enough for Aeryn to let go, sigh, and give Otrera a salute, fist to her chest. "You don't want our help?" Otrera shook her head. "You can't help, not where we're going." "Then... we wish you luck in your journey," they said. She nodded, returned the salute, and started walking. No long goodbyes, no crying, hugging, and no fond farewells. Just get moving, and don't look back. Darian started walking beside her, and the two resumed moving down the grass-and-flower street. But she could feel the tears on her cheeks already. Her eyes were exhausted, she was exhausted, and every step weighed her feet down like mud and sludge. At first it'd been because she was recovering from the battle on the bridge, but now... The masked man took her hand again, and squeezed it. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Darian\~\~ That must have been horrible. Nice, but horrible, to see your old comrades, to get to say goodbye to some of them again, see how they were doing. But digging up memories like that was tearing the Amazon up inside, and he reached out to take her hand, squeeze it, and smile at her. Course with the mask on, his smile — best smile in the world — was useless. And it wasn't even a good smile anymore. Better she couldn't see it. But she returned the smile anyway. She squeezed his hand as well, and wiped away her tears as the two of them walked up one of the hills. "Do you wish you could have seen anyone?" she said. "... no." Thank you Asphodel Meadows, for not destroying him with the faces of the past. At the crest of the hill, the two stopped and looked down to the valley. The white flowers started to die out toward the base of it, and the grass turned to black and ash deeper into what became a canyon of rock. Huge, deep and far, the canyon cut into the perfect landscape, well and far away from the perfect village, but close enough that any of the dead could have strolled up the hill to witness the entrance to Tartarus. It wasn't a natural canyon. Someone had cut it into the landscape. And someone had put a doorway at the end of it. He could see it, feel it through the mask's eyes, feel the cut in the world the entrance made. Didn't know what it looked like, didn't know what was in store for him, only knew the entrance was somewhere ahead, in the valley below. And something was in the valley. "Be careful," he said. "Stay close, in case anything attacks us." "Attacks us? It's the afterlife. People here are already dead, so how does that work?" He shrugged, and started walking down the grassy hill. "If I had to take a guess? You die, heal, so you can die again." Otrera shuddered and readied her bow. "But you—" "We'll be fine. I... Moros... we'll be fine." The two Fate's Children stepped onto the rock of the canyon opening, and started the descent. Where there had been grass, there was rock and dirt. Where there had been flowers, there was ash. Up the walls of the canyon and around them, the rock was stained dirty, a touch red, a touch black, as if someone had rained blood upon the canyon, and then scorched it with fire. That probably was what happened. The canyon accepted them with dead silence. Nothing to greet them, nothing to roar or screech, just the stones and silence. A pleasant change from the underworld's fondness of death cries and banshee wails. But, as they went deeper, and the ground around them grew darker with the shadows the walls cast, silence faded away, and was replaced with moans. Not the moans they'd just left behind; those had been a pleasant sound of sex and joy. These were the moans of pain and agony. And the noises only grew louder the deeper they went into the scar of the afterlife. Chains rattled. More groans. And as they went deeper, what light was lost by the high canyon walls was regained in part by the glowing of red. Red fire in braziers dangled from hooks jutting from the canyon walls. And beneath the fires, were people. They were the source of the rattling chains, as their wrists dangled from them. Many were on their knees, groaning, staring down at the rock beneath them. Their tunics were mangled, dirty, and soaked in blood and gore. Their skin bore cuts, infected, with pus oozing from swollen flesh and boils. Every so often, one of them cried out as a drip of red fell from the fires above, and splashed against their skin. The sound of sizzling sweat and flesh was the precursor of a ear-splitting scream, and as the two walked deeper, it only got worse. Just like in the Asphodel Meadows, the people here were slightly see-through, and they faded in and out sometimes to be replaced with different people. They weren't even in Tartarus yet. Darian stopped, and looked down at one of the people dangling. Would he find Patrius this way? Probably not, the bastard had only done what a goddess had asked of him. Otrera did the same, and occasionally stopped to look at one of the tortured. Some of them were dangling from chains so high, their feet couldn't touch the ground. Some were chained by their ankles, and they were smashing a rock against the binding black metal. Their desperate attempts to escape cut into their ankle, bones, and spilled their blood over the stone. But that didn't stop them. And the deeper they went into the canyon, the more desperate the tortured became to free themselves. Some had cut their ankles down to the bone, and they cried as they continued to crack rocks against the metal. Some were using their teeth to try and gnaw themselves free, but as far as Darian could see, their flesh healed faster than they could chew through it. Ahead, the canyon opened up, but the walls closed over them. A cave swallowed the two of them, and they walked into its mouth. Literal mouth, as a row of sharp teeth both above and below greeted them, and they were forced to step between the large protrusions to continue on. "Walking into the mouth of Tartarus, I'm guessing," the Amazon said. "I—" He blinked, and stared ahead of them. Where the cave went on and on, filled with the screaming dead and the hanging fires that scorched their flesh, there was a gold light. Deep in the cave, gold mixed with red, casting pulsing waves over the walls and the bleeding bodies. The light was getting closer. Darian snarled, put out a hand to block Otrera, and stepped forward. A gold mask cut through the shivering black and red, and overwhelmed the fires as it came toward them. A wreath like an olive branch circled her head, and a small snake dangled from around her neck. An owl sat upon her shoulders, and it stared ahead to the two Fate's Children with reflective eyes, catching the fire and gold. The virgin goddess, Athena. War and wisdom. Darian stepped toward her, and she stopped. Her golden mask was similar to his, but where his was black with swirling, chaotic lines of silver, hers was golden with the same silver markings. She was a beautiful creature, Athena, tall, curvy, with a layered chiton of shining white hanging from her shoulders. Long brown hair, and alabaster skin. She raised a hand to her mask, and slid her fingers from top to bottom. The mask vanished, exposing her beautiful face beneath, her youthful appearance, her tender, blue eyes, her shocked expression. He was going to tear her apart. "Athena," he said, and he stepped toward the woman. The cave was large, plenty of room for them to fight if it came to that. But he knew fighting wouldn't be an option for her, goddess of war or not. "... Moros? How... I... You should not be here! You found a vessel? But... how?" "You were tracking Medusa, weren't you? Following her movements." He came closer, and Athena took a step back. The goddess waved her hands in the air, and summoned armor, a spear, a shield, all that looked like his own but for the gold color instead of black. He stuck out a hand, and ripped them from her. Still a hundred feet away, but it didn't matter to Moros. With his palm facing the woman, he squeezed, and her weapons, her armor, they exploded away from her and knocked her down onto her ass. "Moros! Wait, please!" She started to back away, butt still on the cave floor. He stuck out his hand once more, and as he walked after her, he willed the owl upon her shoulder to die. It did, and the creature squawked once before it melted into a splash of blood and feathers down the woman's chest. He willed the snake upon her neck to die, and the creature hissed as it turned inside out, before being torn to pieces of flesh and scale over the goddess's chiton. He willed her wreath to perish, and it fell apart as ash over her trembling face. "Where is she?" he said. Growled. More of Moros's voice was coming through in his own; and that was ok. He wanted it. He wanted to feel the death and doom he could bestow, wanted to let a little bit of that vile creature out, indulge in some wanton ruin. "W-who? Moros, I don't—" The goddess blinked at Otrera, and then back to Darian as he came closer. "... Bellerophontes?" He stuck out his hand again, and Athena cried out as an invisible force cut through her chest. She spilled blood, but it was not red. Whatever the liquid was that flowed from her skin, it was white, with the tiniest tint of silver. "You've been watching us, what we were doing. What set you off? What pushed you over the edge, and decided to have Medusa killed? Patrius could have done it at any moment, but you waited. Why?" Athena kept backing up, until he drew his arm back with a yank, and the goddess was yanked forward along with it. She fell onto her face and skidded along the cave floor, past the bleeding, screaming dead, past the fires, until she was at his feet. Being thrown to the floor wouldn't hurt her or damage her; even her clothes were unsoiled for the journey. But when he swiped his hand to the side, and pinned her against the cave wall with still ten feet of empty air between them, he pointed his other hand at her, and scraped his nails down through nothing. Her dress tore at the leg, and exposed where nothingness cut into her, shredded her godly flesh, and left her spewing more silver blood over the rock, and onto the nearby deceased. The ghosts didn't seem to care or notice, preoccupied only with their misery. "I said why!" Again he clawed at the air between them, and again Athena shrieked as a part of her arm was split open, as if claws were dragging along her skin. He came closer, until only a few feet separated them, and he looked at the silver blood that leaked from her skin. It looked delicious. "I... I..." "She can't speak, Darian, when you're torturing her." Otrera put a hand on his shoulder, and he snapped his head around. She winced when he did, as if expecting him to hurt her — he almost did — but kept her hand there anyway. "Ease up." He snarled, white mist leaking out of the mouth of his mask, but managed a nod. Forces ceased, his grip relented, and he lowered his hands to let the vile creature fall to the cave floor. She landed on her palms and knees, coughing, sputtering, crying. "You can't be Bellerophontes. You can't! If... Moros tricked you... into wearing the mask, he would—" Darian squatted down in front of the helpless goddess, and growled, more of the white mist seeping from the mask's mouth and over her. "I did put on the mask, so I could be with Medusa by Moros's hand. But after learning what you did to her? After learning what Moros would do with my body as his avatar? I couldn't allow it." He reached down, grabbed the woman's hair, and yanked her head up. "I asked you why. Answer me before I start removing limbs." "You don't understand! We... she's always... always... managed to..." Otrera squatted down next to Darian, and poked the girl in the forehead with an arrow tip. "Is that jealousy I hear?" "She does not deserve wisdom!" Athena scowled and pushed the arrow away. "Just a human, just a lowly human. Does not deserve her wisdom, her words. She has done nothing to earn it! Her soul is... it... she should be punished!" Darian froze, and looked at Otrera. The Amazon was starting to frown much as Darian was, and she turned to face him. "Punished for what? Why?" he said. "You don't understand, human. Your souls, creating life, will, emotion, as easy as you breathe, while we must spend centuries to express even the smallest inkling of their influence!" She reached out, took Darian's knee, and squeezed. Not enough strength to come close to hurting him, but she was trying anyway. "And she... always... better than me. Every time, every rebirth, she... so beautiful... loving... wise... with the strength to defend her walls and home. For thousands of years, her soul has taunted me! And Poseidon... he..." "Would rather have her than you?" Otrera laughed and shook her head. "Seriously?" "You know nothing about gods," the bleeding creature said. "We... for millennia we... push, pull, and contend with forces beyond your comprehension. You exist because we control it. You exist because the sea, the sun, the seasons, the air, the animals, we weave them into a world you can live in." Athena tried to stand herself up, but collapsed back down onto her knees. Knowing she was dealing with Bellerophontes instead of Moros was giving her some courage apparently. "To have... my temple sullied by him... with her? Unforgivable. She... must... be punished." "So you damn her soul to a thousand years of punishment in Tartarus? She doesn't even remember what she did in past lives! She didn't even do anything to ever offend you! She simply..." Was the only person to ever reach you, Darian. Medusa was special, in a way only he understood. In a way only Athena understood. And Athena hated her for it. He got up, and started to shake. His fingers squeezed into fists until they ached, and his jaw clenched until his bones and teeth threatened to crack. That was the reason? Some petty, juvenile jealousy? Some age-old hatred based on nothing? Nothing at all? This goddess of wisdom was this utterly pathetic? The cave started to shake. Braziers jingled on their chains, the flames upon them grew, and the wailing dead around them started to scream. Rocks danced along the cavern floor with the vibrations until they nudged against the walls, away from Darian. And the white glow of his eyes began to leak the same mist as his growls did. "You are just a human," Athena said, but she had to raise her voice to get over the growing roar of the earthquake. "You wouldn't understand. I was a fool to think you worthy of being one of my chosen. You—" Darian pointed his palm down at the bleeding woman, and started to squeeze. Just like with Hades, the woman fell back down again, this time rolling around on her side with her hands grabbing at her chest and neck. "Darian," Otrera said. "I served her, Otrera. I did her bidding. I roamed the world, killing monsters and saving kingdoms in her name. This! This is what I served." He squeezed harder. Athena cried out, clutched her chest, and started to spasm. No tears, but he didn't expect a god to be able to cry tears. Instead, she cried out in pain, and more as he squeezed the air in his palm, and started to rip apart her insides. Until Otrera punched him in the back of the head. He stumbled forward and turned around. The Amazon clutched her punching hand, and shook her wrist as she started hopping in place a little. "Oh my gods that was like punching a rock! That mask has done some serious work on your body." "Why did you—" "Because!" After shaking her hand a few more times, she walked up to him, grabbed his armor by the collar, and pulled him close to her. "They are depraved things, I get that. You're not the only one here who dedicated much of their life in the vain pursuit of appeasing them. But you heard her, they're... they're necessary." Darian snarled at Otrera, but lowered his gaze to look at Athena. He had released her when Otrera hit him, and the goddess was struggling to get back to her hands and knees again. Silver blood dripped from her mouth and nostrils onto the stone. "You think it's worth it? She's a self-absorbed, delusional, idi—she's practically Stheneboea!" "...I think if you kill her, the repercussions could be huge, and countless deaths could be on your hands." The temptation crawled up and down his skin like bugs, itching at his pores, demanding to be scratched. So close, so fucking close. Just a snap of his fingers, a flick of his foot, anything, and he could destroy her. He could crush her godly body into paste, like Patrius. He could leave her a heap of bones or whatever gods had, and she'd never torment anyone again. And Medusa would hate him if he did that. "... why did you ask Patrius to kill her, at that last moment?" he asked again. Athena coughed up more of the silver fluid, and tried to get up once more. She failed. "Through Patrius's eyes, I heard of your plans to speak to me, with the power of the sisters. I will... not... let her... speak to me. She is to suffer, not find contentment! She is to be nothing more than a tool to spread my name." Otrera brought her foot back, and landed her sandal square in Athena's face. God or not, Athena was far too damaged to protect herself, and the Amazon's foot crashed into the woman's chin, and sent her flying onto her back against the cave wall. Darian raised a brow at her, and she shrugged at him. "I said we shouldn't kill her, not that she didn't deserve some punishment." Damn that woman. As the itches faded and the fury started to bleed away, he chuckled, and rubbed at the back of his head where she punched him. A cruel way to cut through the blinding fury in his skull, but, he smiled. It was exactly why he was happy she was coming. "You're right, you're right. Just... let me do something here." He pointed his palm at the goddess once more, and raised it. She floated up against the wall until her feet were dangling. Chains that hung from the stone snapped out for her hands, and cuffed around her wrists. She whimpered and squirmed, but hung her head after a moment as her efforts proved fruitless. Silver dripped from her toes and splashed against the stone next to the groaning and crying dead around her. "Will those hold a god?" Otrera said. "For now." "You... will pay for this... Bellerophontes." "Will I?" He got up closer to her, and stared up at her with his mask. It was enough to make her wince, ready for more pain. But he brought none. "What will your family think when I explain to them what happened here, and that you took Medusa's soul to Tartarus when it did not deserve to be? What will they think when they realize you brought this upon them?" "..." Athena looked away, and frowned. Silver dripped down her split lip where Otrera hit her, and Darian smiled inside his mask at the sight of her discomfort. Every fiber of his being wanted to split the goddess open and see how long it took her to die. He could still remember her when she first appeared to him after Iobates's request to kill the Chimera. Her golden mask, how she removed it with a smile, touched his arm, told him of the majestic creature Pegasus. He could still remember wanting to do everything to please the goddess, how blessed he felt to be offered aid by her, how much it inflated his sense of self-worth. His hands started to shake again. Otrera put a hand on his shoulder, before reaching down to take his fingers into her palm, and pull him away from the hanging goddess. "Come on, we have a job to do." Darian forced down his bile, and walked next to the Amazon deeper into the cave. He could hear Athena coughing, and small sobs too. Good. Ahead the cave grew darker. Less fires, less dead chained to the walls, until the cavern started to narrow and the walls closed in. The darkness was lit by his glowing eyes, but only just, and Otrera held his hand a little tighter as she started walking on soft feet. The cavern was closing around them, becoming a tunnel, and considering the opening had teeth, it didn't feel far removed from walking down a monster's throat. But once the pinch of the monster's throat forced them to crouch, it started to open up once more. And as it did, he heard the sound of wind. Firelight started to fill the cavern ahead, and as they entered the larger room, the walls reached up and overhead to dangle a single stalactite down through a large hole. It was from the hole in the rock floor that the light emerged, and the howling of tempests. They both stood over it, looked down through the hole, and gasped. At first, it looked like another cave, but as the rising heat tore upward and smacked his face, the smell of sulfur filled his nose. Streams of red and yellow fell down colossal mountains of jagged rock, pouring over ridges and turning into falls of the bright, searing color as they splashed into rivers of the lava. There were other rivers, with different hues of color, and every so often, a new smell rose up to the top of the cavern, something that stung the eyes or nose or tongue. The cavern below them was deep, deep enough he could not judge its scale as he tilted his head from side to side, peering down upon Tartarus through a hole in a cave floor. Craters and canyons dotted the black rock, and streams of lava flowed along cut, sharp, and twisting paths. Raised pillars of stone were everywhere, hundreds of feet high against the massive ravines that scarred the horrible landscape. There were no roads, everything was a mess of sharp rocks, stalactites and stalagmites that hugged together so no spot on the floor of the cavern was flat, and any that were had bright liquids coursing through them. The green rivers gave off large amounts of smoke of the same color, and the clouds of putridness flowed through the thick air until dispersing into the heat. One of the spots of rock opened its eye. Otrera jumped back with a squeak, and got down on her knees before peering back over the edge of the hole. Another eye opened, and from the cavern below, a face stared at them. Stalagmites jutted from its face, gargantuan, and where the entity's nose may have been, there was a mountain. Where its mouth would have been, a dozen of the monstrously huge stalagmites bore up through what must have been cracked teeth and ruined lips. Darian swallowed again, but not bile. Disbelief. He tried to wrap his mind around what he was seeing, but the scale of it didn't make sense, didn't fit into a shape or size he could realize. There was a face, staring up at them, and unless he was mistaken, the face was the size of a city. Its eyes were white except for the center, where a maelstrom of dark colors twisted and turned over each other. Storms for eyes. "... a Titan," Otrera said. "H-how? How can..." As they looked around, the curvature of a shoulder, the bending a knee, the arch of a bent back, all of it started to appear in the landscape. Darian got down on his knees as well, stuck his head into the hole, and winced as he stared out to the sides. There were no walls. Tartarus wasn't a cavern at all, but an entire realm like the Asphodel Meadows, with no end in sight. Big enough to hold the Titans. And as the different colors oozed from the mountains, he realized why they were different colors. It was their blood, and different Titans bled different things. "How you going to get Medusa out of there? Or even find her, for that matter?" "... stay here." "What? You—" "The heat, the gases, it would all kill you. Just touching any of those rivers would kill you ten times over. Stay here." He could see it in the glow, in the sizzling waves the mask captured that his human eyes could not. It was a realm of torture purely by stepping into it. "Ok! Fine, but... how are you going to get out? Or not splatter when you land?" He stood up, tilted his head to the side until it cracked, cracked his knuckles, and shook out his arms. "Fly." "... um, what?" "I'll be back soon. I can feel her, I can get to her." "No no, I mean about flying. What are you—" He stepped into the hole. \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Medusa\~\~ She could only stare up as Athena kicked her in the face. "Enjoy pain. Enjoy agony. This will be your home for a thousand years. How dare you presume to speak to me. How dare you presume to be better than me!" Athena reached down, grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back. "I am a goddess! You are nothing but a soul." Medusa could feel her hair in Athena's fingers. Normal, human hair. It was long, down to her waist, and it was soft bronze. And more than capable of shooting pain through her scalp as Athena yanked on it harder, but the pain was buried. The air sizzled and burned her skin, her eyes, her sinuses, her lungs. She could feel the flesh pop and bleed, gush blood, pus, and heal it all back in a matter of seconds, only to do it again. "What... what have I done to you?" she said. Talking made her tongue blister, and she closed her mouth tight the moment the words were out. Her eyes watered, and closing them did little to hold off the wrenching pain of her eyeballs boiling in their sockets. They healed, and she managed a glimpse at the goddess once again before the pain returned. "You existed." Again Athena kicked her, this time in the side, hard enough for ribs to break. "Perhaps a thousand years will teach your soul its place." The goddess kicked her one last time, before she began to hover away. As casually as walking, Athena flowed up into the searing air, white chiton flowing in the wind, her beautiful skin undamaged by it all. Medusa thought she could deal with the pain, the solitude. A thousand years? She'd done a hundred before, she could handle this she thought. But she couldn't handle this. She curled up on the rock platform, and tried to look out at the valley of Tartarus. The air alone was boiling her alive, and every time she tried to get a handle on the pain, it overwhelmed her, and she cried out. There were other screams too, far and away, and they managed to reach her between bouts of her ears melting and healing. Try to think about Darian. Stop thinking about the pain, block it out with him. Think about how he found you. Think about how he held you, bandaged your wound. Think about his lips on yours, how great his silly smile was. Think about holding him in your coils, and how he loved being there. Coils. She took a peek down at her legs, and sighed. Long, curvy, beautiful legs, cracking and oozing thickened blood over her skin. Her body was slightly see-through, which was a classic sign of being a ghost, she figured. But the wounds felt more than real, looked more than real; guess ghosts can bleed. Her white chiton had magically been there, when she awoke from death in the river Styx. A moment later, Athena had grabbed her, yanked her out of the blood river, and walked her through the underworld, through the pillar of light, through the Asphodel Meadows, through a canyon of torture, and brought her here. A strange way to get reacquainted with legs. She vomited blood. Attempts to push out the pain failed, and she wailed into the air around her. Again she looked around, over the edge of the pillar of rock she sat upon. No way down, no stairway or climbable rock, just a sheer drop down hundreds of feet to the rivers of red and green and orange. Far into the distance, mountains dotted the horizon. No sun, no moon, just firestorms and maelstroms of lightning cracking against green mist. This was her new home, jagged mountains, rock, the explosive thunder, and an unending horizon in all directions, with nothing but fire and brimstone. And pain. When the landscape opened an eye as wide as a village, she gasped and fell back onto the rock behind her. Gasp turned into wheezing cough and gargling blood as the air ruined her insides. No one around to help her, no one around to alleviate the pain, no one to soothe her. Truly alone once again, except instead of a hundred years of pain and solitude, it'd be a thousand years of sheer agony, isolated on a tiny island of rock, in Tartarus itself. Athena's punishment yet again, only a million times worse. She laughed, and rolled over as a mix of blood and fluids she did not know coated her lips. Darian. Was he alive? What happened? Athena said her warrior Patrius had killed her at her order. Why did the goddess hate her so much? What could she have possibly done to deserve this? And what about Darian? Would Athena try to kill him too? She managed another small smile, and curled up into a ball. He'd be fine, he could survive anything. Even if the Fates tried to kill him, even the gods. Even if everything in the world and afterlife tried to kill him, he'd be fine. Take comfort in that. So she clutched her chest, cried out as sizzling pops filled her ears, and held onto her smile as the burning scorched into her bones. "Never thought I'd see you smile in this place." She sat up with a scream. Blood again coated her lips, and she looked down as she coughed it up. But as she spat her crimson liquid over the rocks, the pain faded away, and it did not return. The wounds healed, the blurry air faded away from around her, and the sizzling heat ceased. She could breathe again without torment, and as her ghostly body repaired the damage in a matter of seconds, she gazed up at the man over her. A masked man, like Athena, except his mask was black. But she recognized his armor, his body, his shape. She recognized the wrinkles of his knuckles, the hair the mask didn't cover, the sound of his voice despite how it sounded different. Her heart stopped, and she forced herself to look away. He wasn't real, just a hallucination to taunt her before her torment resumed. But the masked Darian got down onto a knee beside her, and put a hand on her shoulder. She forced herself to raise her eyes, and blinked at the sensation of his gentle warmth on her skin, cool compared to the heat of moments before. "You're... real?" she said. "Of course I'm real." "You can't! You can't be real..." "... I'm sure we've had this conversation before." The man sighed, and put his other hand on her other shoulder. "You were... gods it looked horrible. How long have you been in here?" He wasn't an illusion. He was real! "I... I... only a few moments, but... it was..." Later! She could talk about it later. "Darian! Oh gods, how did... did you..." No, he didn't look see-through like her, if that was enough proof he was alive. "The mask! What's going on?" "I'll explain later." He looked her up and down with a turn of his head, before he released one of his hands and placed it against the rock. "You have lovely legs." She burst into tears. He shouldn't be making jokes! But even as she reached out and wrapped her arms around his shoulders until he toppled over, she laughed. Just a word, and the Tartarus scenery was forgotten, if only for a beautiful minute. "Forget the legs! They don't matter. We... this is Tartarus! You can't be here, we can't escape! I don't—" He stood up, with her in his arms. She squealed and held on, and blinked at the masked man as she squirmed for a second. He held her weight, hand in the small of her back, while his other arm held her dangling legs. Much as she tried to ignore them, she raised her feet and looked at her toes. She had toes. But the death screams and low groans of Tartarus yanked her back to the present. She leaned into Darian's neck — mask be damned, she needed to hold him — and planted a kiss on the back of his jaw where the mask did not reach. "What're we going to do?" she said. Darian sighed. She felt it in his chest, felt the tension in his muscles release, felt the weight fall from his shoulders. Her poor Darian. What happened to him when she died? And then they were flying. As casually as Athena had done it, Darian started to float upward. Whatever protective barrier he was emitting to keep the horribleness of Tartarus at bay held, and she hugged her little warrior tight as they ascended. She looked down at the endless world of heat and rock and pain beneath her. The giant eye was staring up at them, the swirling colors of its iris shifting as she went higher. What had happened here? The great Titan war of so long ago, and they were now locked in this endless realm beneath the surface of the afterlife? Forever a part of the landscape? She shuddered and hugged Darian tighter. She could barely handle fifteen minutes of it. Higher and higher, the two rose above the burning fumes, scalding heat waves, and into the hole above. Once through the hole, the misery of Tartarus was blocked, contained by its small size. Big enough for two people to come up through though, and Darian hugged her tight as he slipped through it and landed in the cave. "Medusa!" "Otrera!" As Darian set her feet upon the cave floor, she reached down and scooped up the small woman in her arms. "Shit you're tall." "I was taller before." "Yeah but it's different with legs," Otrera said. Once Medusa put her down, she circled around her, and smiled once she got back to the front. "Wow, I like your... everything." Medusa raised her head a bit, and managed a tiny grin at Otrera. She saw hunger in her eyes! ... eyes! "What color are my eyes?" "Hmm? Oh, I suppose you never got to see them. They're a soft brown, like your hair." She nodded. The memory was so buried, digging it up got her a haze of a thing she couldn't call a memory anymore. But she did take the time to look at her hands, at her hips and legs. And now that she had a moment to relax, she looked at her hair in her hands, and combed it. Not the same, not the same as snake hair. It didn't comb her fingers back. "How long were you in there?" Otrera said. "Only a moment. I was in a river of people for many hours before Athena found me." A bit longer than a moment. Enough to feel what it was like to have her eyes boil, and her lungs burn. For her ghost body to heal it in only seconds, and force her to feel it again. She smiled, and forced down the wrenching of her insides. And Darian, she couldn't read his expression, tell what he was looking at, or anything! Not with that mask on. "Thank you both," she said, and she took Otrera's hands and kissed them. But Darian, now that they were all standing in the dark cave, outside of Tartarus, she had a moment to lean down, and hug the small man. Hug him hug him hug him until he started squirming. And then she hugged him some more. Otrera laughed, and laughed louder when Medusa picked Darian up, so she could hug him with all her might, and bury her face in his neck. He was reluctant to return it, she could tell. Probably afraid his mask would offend her. The irony. She hugged him until he actively started pushing against her shoulders. "It'd be the first night we weren't together," he said, "so... I had to get you back. Couldn't have that." She shook her head, and buried the man into her bosom. Her tears on her cheeks, hard mask against her chiton, but she didn't care. "But... what do we do now?" she said. "And the mask? Is that the mask Andromeda had?" Darian breathed into her, and butterflies filled her stomach as she felt her man relax once more. The hard muscles of his body had tensed again, but as she ran her fingers along his arms, she felt them soften. Her poor Darian. "We walk out." Otrera walked ahead, and as the three of them entered the cave's mouth, Medusa gasped. Athena was chained to the wall, and dripping silver. Silver? She looked like she'd been mauled by a lion, and left to rot. Exhausted, panting, and when the goddess looked at the three of them, her scowl hid it all, replaced with blatant hate. "... Athena," Medusa said. Athena looked away, and spit on the cave floor. Until Darian pointed his palm at her. Athena groaned in pain, and struggled with something invisible that forced her head to look at them. She tried to close her eyes, but started coughing up silver as Darian squeezed his hand on air. He was hurting her, without even touching her. "Darian! Please... stop." "She wanted you to suffer! Suffer for no reason, no reason at all. She's a vain, shallow, vile creature." Venom dripped from his words. "Look at her Athena, look at her!" Darian squeezed again, and Athena coughed another splash of silver that gushed over her chiton. "You'll never be as good as her." "Darian, please, enough." Medusa put out her hand, and wrested it upon her love's. "This... this won't... this isn't worth it. Please stop, and let her go?" Darian growled, and with the mask giving him a weird, booming voice, it was enough to make her draw her hand back. But after a moment's hesitation, the man lowered his hand, and gave a tiny wave of his fingers. The chains around Athena's wrist opened, and the goddess fell to her knees. "I don't know what... what I could have done to offend you, Athena. But... please... no more. I don't want to hurt people anymore. And... and I don't want you to hurt me." She got down on her knees in front of the kneeling goddess, and sighed. "Of course you wouldn't." She coughed a splatter of silver onto the stone before her, and raked her fingernails across it as she tried to get up. "Naive child." "... you hate me so much?" "You are a blight upon my existence." "But why?" Again Athena tried to get up, but a coughing fit tore her down and sent her back to the cavern floor. "You... do not deserve... to have the gifts you have. Your words... the resonance... you did nothing to earn them." "My words..." Athena shook her head and looked to the side. She didn't want to tell her. She didn't even want to look at her. Medusa reached out, but when Athena hissed something horrible, she drew her hand back, and sighed. "And my curse?" The bleeding goddess laughed, and gave her one last smirk before lowering her head. "Your anchor is cursed. Only through rebirth and a new anchor would you be free of it." So much hate, for something she didn't even understand. Shudders rippled through her, and as the goddess collapsed, Medusa looked up to her love. How could someone hate her so much, not for being the gorgon, but for her words? Darian put out his hand for her, and she took it. Wiping a tear away, she got back to her feet, and squeezed Darian's hand as tight as she could. She was so weak now compared to how she used to be, just human. Ghost, really. She could feel her heart pumping, her breath in her lungs, and she felt every wound from Tartarus as if it'd been real, only to heal them in seconds. The afterlife was peculiar indeed. She started walking, but didn't get far. Staring at her feet, she forgot how to use them again, and fell forward, only for Darian to catch her by the shoulder and help stand her upright. "Not going to ask her to reverse your curse?" Otrera said. "Or, you know, force her to." Medusa looked to Darian, and the man looked back to her. The mask covered his expression, but the squeeze on her fingers said plenty. "You heard her. It can't be undone." Medusa shook her head, and held onto Darian's hand as they started walking again. "And even if she was lying, and we forced her to cure it. She would find a way to subvert it, to get revenge again." Revenge for what, should could not fathom. "And... it is best if we just... let her be." The Amazon stepped ahead of her a little and looked back at her as she walked. "Let her be? She ruined your life, and now she tried to ruin your afterlife. Killing her is a bad idea, but—" "Please, Otrera, let it go." The Amazon fell to silence, blinking at her with blatant shock on her face. Why didn't she understand? Why didn't any of them understand? Pain begets pain; the only option that made sense was forgiveness. If Darian made an enemy of all the gods today, then he would have to keep his mask purely to defend himself, and the more she looked at it, the more she did not want that. With every step her love took, the more she could feel the hate radiate off of him. "You sure you want to be a snake again?" Darian said at last. "... do... do you—" "You know I love you either way, Medusa." Another squeeze on her hand. "I wanted to get your legs back for you, not for me." She looked down at her legs. Long, beautiful, curvy legs that filled her chiton wonderfully. She wiggled her toes, and smiled. Even the sensation of a proper tongue inside her mouth, without fangs curled back into her cheeks, was foreign to her. But, as she pulled her brown hair out in front of her, and played with the soft folds of its draping length, she shook her head. "I just wanted to not be hated anymore. The legs, they... they're not important." Darian squeezed her hand all the more, and kept walking. Otrera nodded, but she cast glances back at Medusa as they walked. The Amazon didn't believe her, and perhaps she was right. But Medusa gave her a smile, and squeezed Darian's hand all the more as they walked out of the canyon, past the tortured, and onto the flower-covered hills back in the warm sun. Once they were upon the crest of the hill that separated the canyon from the lovely village of flowers, a sharp light shot past them. They covered their eyes and looked up as Athena sped by, glowing white, and as the goddess flew over, she looked back and frowned at them. Drawing a hand over her face, her golden mask reappeared, and she flew on toward the glowing light in the distance. The townsfolk didn't seem to care. They didn't really seem to care about anything, Medusa thought, as they approached the buildings and people. Last time Athena had simply flown her over the town, but this time, she was going to walk through it, and see what it was like to live in the Asphodel Meadows. A few stumbles, a few trips, but she got the hang of feet again, and she giggled at the sensation of grass on her toes. And once they were down the rolling hill, she jumped. A lot. Otrera had a grimace on her face, but Medusa sighed at her and patted her hand. "I'm fine Otrera, really. For now I have my old body back; see-through, but back! I'll enjoy it while I can." The Amazon didn't seem convinced, but she wouldn't understand. And Darian, he kept glancing at her, and then at the ghosts they walked past. Not a one of them gave Medusa a second glance; she looked completely normal. And that, she couldn't deny, was a great feeling. She looked down at the few white flowers in her path, and the splendid green before them. The perfect rolling hills that surrounded the beautiful city were covered in flowers, but the city streets were soft, lovely grass that tickled her skin, and made her giggle with almost every step. The sun hadn't moved since Athena had flown her over the buildings. Did the sun not set here? Or— "Medusa!" Everyone froze. Medusa started to tremble, and she squeezed Darian's hand as the voice dug through her mind, tore up the rock and dirt, and lifted a haze of memories. "... Mom?" She turned around, but her feet dragged like chains were tied to them. Darian let go of her hand so she could turn, and took a smell step back along with Otrera to give her room. She didn't want room! She didn't know how to deal with this. "Medusa." A lovely woman stood in front of her, tall like her, with plenty of soft brown hair tied into a beautiful array of knots. She had such a soft face, and a soft smile, and as she came closer, Medusa could see she had soft gaze. "Mom, I... I don't..." "Been a long time," she said. The beautiful woman took her hands, and held them to her chest. "Your father and I decided to wait for you, no matter how long it took." "Dad... dad is here?" "Course I'm here." A man she barely recognized came out to join them, tall like his wife. Short brown hair, long beard, a thin body. He came up to her, and stood beside the lovely woman while he smiled at her. "I... I... you... used to bake bread. You... used to work... money things..." Her eyes welled with tears, and the two strangers in front of her started to blur. But she knew them. They weren't strangers. She knew them! "My dear, it's been so long, it's only natural. We wanted to come to your island after what happened, but no one would take us." Her mom squeezed her hands tighter, and kissed her knuckles. "But you're here now, and it is a lovely place. We're so glad you're here." "I—" Her dad swooped in, and hugged them, both of them. His long arms pulled them both to his chest, and the skinny man showed his strength as he crushed them to his body. "Dad!" The words came back so naturally. Dad, Mom, without even thinking about it she was using them again, and as her dad hugged her tight, she started crying. Sobs took her, loud and whining, and she didn't care. She buried her face in his chest, squeezed on his tunic, and let his clothes dry her tears as she hugged him. "You don't... care about... what happened?" she said. Her mom touched her head, combed her hair, and squeezed her other hand again. "We know our daughter. Athena's punishment was unjust. If anything, you should have been—" "No, let's not talk about it." Medusa pushed herself away — they even smelled like her parents — and forced herself to breathe deep until the sobbing stopped. "I... I can't stay." "What? But my dear, it's—" "I can't! I can't I..." She looked at Darian. The mask was doing things to him, things he may not have realized. She saw it in how he walked, how he looked around, how he raised his hand when dealing with Athena. It had to go, now. "I wish I could stay, but I can't leave him." Darian stepped forward, and approached the two. They took the fact he was wearing a scary mask well; in fact, none of the ghosts really seemed to notice the mask, or cared. "It's true," he said. "I can't leave her. I'd like to say something valiant and honorable, like she should stay here, be at peace, or something. But... no, she shouldn't have died, and... and I can't live without her." It was a horrible way to meet her parents, she realized. Her poor Darian must have been summoning every bit of normalcy he could to talk like that, with the mask on, with them both in the afterlife, with Athena's blood splattered over the entrance to Tartarus. "You... love her?" her mom said. "With every last scrap of what I have to give her." Her mom jumped and clapped a few times in quick succession. Medusa blushed, both for Darian's rather poetic declaration, and her mom's outburst. "I don't know who you are, and we've been here so many decades, I suppose it doesn't matter much. But, if you loved her while she was alive, after what Athena did to her? You're a greater man than most." Her dad stuck out his hand, and smiled. He had a soft face too. Darian took it, shook it, and when he glanced Medusa's way with a little turn of his head, he sighed. Her dad's words probably bounced off of him; her poor Darian could never think of himself that way, not really. Better than other people, and worse than other people at the same time. "Please, my daughter, can't you stay for a little while? We can talk. You can tell me about your friends. You can—" Medusa raised her hand, cutting off of her mom before she leaned back in to hug her again. "I'm sorry, I can't. We have to leave, my friends can't stay. And Darian, he... he's doing so much for me, and..." She started to tear up as she looked at the man, and he looked away as her eyes caught the white glowing holes of his mask. Couldn't look her in the eye. She had to get him home where she could take care of him. She forced down her smile. Darian would have yelled at her, if she said that out loud. He came to rescue her, not the other way around. But he couldn't get upset if she only thought it. Her mom and dad hugged her again. Tighter, tight enough she had trouble breathing. They were both tall like her, and she buried her face in their shoulders as she cried some more. Each time she touched them, memories ripped her apart and forced the sobs out of her, until she was sure she'd soaked their chitons in salt. The shortest reunion ever, and she wanted to indulge, wanted to talk more, wanted to sit down and drink — whatever it was ghosts drank — and tell them about her life. One glance at Darian was enough to steel her resolve. "I have to go." "Please... please be careful? I don't know what's going on with the gods, Athena, or... just... please be careful. We'll wait and—" "Wait?" They nodded. "Yes dear. In the Asphodel Meadows, it's complete bliss, but bliss is only blissful for so long. When people are done, they can be reborn whenever they wish." "Then don't stay! Don't stay if you don't want to." She forced herself to arm's length and gave her best big girl smile. "Only stay as long as you want. But it could be a long, long time before I'm back. And... I..." I don't know if I'll be coming to the Asphodel Meadows. "I'll be fine. Please, only stay as long as you enjoy it here. I'm a big girl." "... if you're sure Medusa." Her father hooked his arm around her mother, and offered her a weak smile. "We have enjoyed it here, but... it has been a long time." "Then please, do whatever makes you happy. I'll be fine." She returned his smile, and started to take more steps back. "I've got to go now." "Good luck Medusa." Her mom took half a step forward before she forced her foot back. "I... I love you. I know it's been a long time, so long, but know we'll always love you." Her dad nodded, and hugged her mom her a little tighter as he gave a small, heavy wave of his fingers. "I love you too! I still remember the smell of bread, I still..." Choking more sobs, she waved and started walking backward. A few more waves, and few more sobs, she kept walking, until she turned around. Otrera and Darian fell in on her sides, and Darian took her hand. She squeezed it, and leaned forward as her tears fell down. "Aeryn said people sort of fade in and out here, come and go, whatever lets people have some peace or joy with who they meet," Otrera said. "I met some of my old battle sisters. Cried like a baby." "Really?" she said. "No. Well, a little. Not like you, big baby." The Amazon smiled at her, and adjusted her bow on her shoulder. Since when did Otrera smile like that? As she looked back over her shoulder, she couldn't help but spin around again and wave to her parents. Her parents! Gods, her actual parents. A hundred years was too long. And as she did, they returned it, her mother jumping up and down too. And then they faded away, only to be replaced with new ghosts. The tears started up again. She tried to keep them at bay, keep walking, power through, but more memories started to hit her. The sound of her daddy's feet walking around when she was taking a nap. The tap tap of her mommy's fingers while she worked. How mommy used to play with her toes when waking her up. Darian stroked her knuckles with her thumb. And, when Otrera took her free hand, she smiled through her tears down at the two little warriors, and kept walking. Holding hands too? Otrera had changed. "W-wait," she said. "What about Darian? I got to see someone, Otrera got to see someone, we could—" "No." "But—" \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~\~ \~\~Darian\~\~ "No." He shook his head again as they walked down the lovely grass street of the perfect city. His parents weren't dead as far as he knew, and his brother, he had nothing to say to him. Who else could he talk to? Proetus? Patrius? None of it would give him closer, none of it would make him happy. It'd do nothing but scar him. And the afterlife knew it. Or perhaps it remained unaware of who he was due to the mask. In either case, he was content seeing the others content. It was quiet, but not dead quiet. Gentle breeze, lovely river, everyone was smiling and chatting and enjoying themselves. Some people were carving wood; no idea where they got the wood. Some people were fishing; did the river have fish? Some people were wrestling, some people were practicing with fake swords, and some people were making necklaces of beads. He didn't see where they got the materials to do any of it, and yet, they were. And of course, far more commonly, people were having sex. Just as the first time they walked through the delightful city, this time they were treated to a new array of people naked and hooked at the waist. Kids weren't in the area, probably something the afterlife did on its own. And that meant a bunch of men and women, healthy again in the afterlife, were free to run around naked and do whatever they wanted. The afterlife seemed to be quite good at pairing people up who either wanted to be together, or needed to be together. It gave him a sliver of hope. When he died, maybe he would be with Medusa? Would he get to enjoy this haven of peace and bliss for as long they wanted? He squeezed her hand. Not a single night without her. The emotional turmoil of the situation lost its impact as they walked past yet more and more people having sex. Hard to be solemn and heavy with the weight of their actions when everyone around them was grunting and moaning. While some were satisfied to enjoy each other in the privacy of their homes, plenty were happy to either have sex in front of their windows, or simply have sex outside. And as the curve of the city street wound close to the river, they found a host of couples having sex on the edge of the beautiful stream, and not only just couples. At a certain point, they wandered past an orgy, with a group of men having their way with two women. And the women were getting little say in the matter. Darian frowned and readied a hand, but stopped. The women were trembling, but their toes were curled, and their moans were quite loud. They were enjoying themselves. Not exactly a kink he shared, but he had to admit, the women did indeed look like they were having the time of their lives as the men held their arms behind their back, and each women took at least three men at a time. Darian kept walking. Medusa and Otrera didn't. The two women stopped, and stared at the mess of legs and arms, then each other, then back at the display. "... really?" Darian said when he looked back at them. "Hey, judge all you want. They're really enjoying themselves." Otrera grinned at him, blushing, and she leaned against a wall as she watched the orgy continue. "Some women just want to be pinned down and taken. Some women want a lot of men at once. And," she gestured to the group, "some women want both at the same time." The trials and tribulations of their journey, washed away by Otrera's sex drive. He laughed, but Medusa was frozen, staring, blushing even more, with a finger on her lips. Her bronze eyes were locked on the women, their raised legs, and their trembling feet. "We um... we should go," Medusa said. She didn't move. Rolling his eyes inside his mask, Darian reached out, grabbed the two girls' wrists, and started walking toward the light in the distance. The Amazon pulled against him a bit, and let her weight lean back so she could keep watching until he finally got them around a building corner. "Fine fine." Medusa giggled at her. "I've only been gone a day, right? So much has happened in that time! You're both so different!" "Yeah well." Otrera fell back in step, and the three walked out of the city up onto the flower-covered hills. "We can fill you in later. First we have to actually get out of the underworld." "I... don't remember much," Medusa said. "Athena found me, yanked me out of the river many hours later, and... it was all a blur. So many lights, and things so huge I couldn't understand them." "Sounds about right." Otrera took Medusa's hand again, and grinned at Darian as they got closer to the wall of light. "So stay near us, Medusa. If things go like they did last time, we'll just walk right out of the underworld, take the ship back to the living, and be back in Aethiopia before sunset." Medusa nodded, and looked back over her shoulder at the beautiful, humble little city of bliss. "I... don't know what you're going to do about me though. I'm dead. I can't—" "I'll handle it." Darian nodded, and tried to smile at Medusa. But she couldn't see it, and only returned him a puzzled look. They couldn't see what he could see. They couldn't see the waves of color, the resonance, the life forces that connected everything in the afterlife. The hidden streams, the floating wisps of white and pink, the way Otrera's body left glowing footprints of gold where she walked, and how her skin radiated a subtle white. Medusa's footprints left no color, and her body glowed an aura quieter, like a gentle mist. And he knew how to fix it. As they approached the white light, he pulled Medusa in closer. "Stay by me until we're through. Neither living nor dead should be able to pass through this." She nodded, gulped, and put her arm around his neck and shoulder. Otrera switched sides, hooked hands with him, and waited. A quick glance back, and his breath stopped short. A knife in his gut, twisted, and yanked out. He stared down the hill, and felt his body freeze, even as his memories bled out onto the grass and flowers at his feet. Lukas. The man — boy — looked up at him from the bottom of the cliff. Otrera and Medusa turned to look at him, and he turned to face down the hill, the unending fields of white, and the face of his brother, only a hundred feet away. "Is... that..." Medusa squeezed his hand tighter, tugged on it a little, but he didn't respond. He just stared down the hill, while his brother did the same. His brother waved at him, in that little way he did when he used to tease him, drawing a finger from his forehead away. Smile on his face, or something more like a grin, Lukas faded away. And that was it. No screams of betrayal, no cries of anger or anguish, not even a heartfelt reunion like Otrera or Medusa. No, just a wave. A wave that spoke a thousand words. He smiled, turned around, and stepped through the light. Darkness hit Otrera and Medusa, he knew, but he could see the swirling vortex of... something, flowing up and down. It crashed against him, tried to push him back into the afterlife, and he ignored it. Energy bashed against skin and armor, like a great roaring river, demanding he turn back, and he pushed through it, with his lover and his friend in tow. When all this was over, he was going to have a lot of questions for Moros. The three stepped out of the barrier. Medusa and Otrera both collapsed, gasping. "I... thought for sure... that was death," Medusa said as she got up. "I suppose you'd know." The Amazon laughed, and gave the tall woman a gentle punch as she got up as well. "Good to have you back. Half the journey done, half..." Her voice fell away as she looked out. Darian growled, let go of the hands of his friends, and clenched his fists as he stared out over the enormous cavern of the underworld. There were no more glowing light beings, no more floating spheres of pulsing energy with tendril arms. He looked up, and scanned the various temples and massive homes that decorated the titanic stalactites and stalagmites. The Erinyes had grown in number, and all of them were armed, each staring down at him. The other demon-like creatures that he'd seen before were gone, likely hidden in their temples. But it wasn't the Erinyes that were enough to give him pause. It was the thousands of gold masks that stared down at him. He scowled, and stepped past the three judges. No need for weapons, no need for anything but his hands. And they knew it. As he started to walk forward, up the crater and away from the pillar of light behind him, the army of gods took a step back. So many gold masks, on gods of all human shapes and sizes. Everyone was wearing gold armor with silver lines decorating it. Many wore a sword and shield, many a spear and shield, and others carried large swords he did not have a name for. Others, bows and arrows the same as Otrera's. And there were weapons he did not recognize at all, with spiked balls on chains, or large clubs with spikes along their ends. And many of the weapons glowed with their own sinister colors of what was, no doubt, weapons meant for killing something stronger than a human. "Darian! W-wait!" Medusa ran up to him, and grabbed his wrist. "What's going on?" But her paltry strength didn't slow him, didn't phase him, and he continued up the slope. The three fates drifted among the gods, though they were still without human bodies. Standing as ten-foot-tall robes with black masks, they drifted to the front of the crowd, and raised a few of their mist-like limbs. "Bellerophontes! You have harmed Athena, assaulted a god!" Another god stepped forward, and Darian chuckled at the sight of Athena standing next to one of the sisters. She was holding her wounded body, but the silver blood had stopped. "And you abuse the power of Moros!" Athena said. "You are just a human! This appalling act cannot be—" "Appalling?" He took another step, and an army of thousands took a step back again. Medusa's voice had become a quiet whisper in the background, but he realized it wasn't her growing quiet. It was him getting louder, loud enough to shake the walls. "You cursed a human because you're jealous of her. And you call me appalling?" He stomped his foot. The ground erupted with vibration, tore through the whole of the underworld, and had the walls ringing with the sound of the earthquake. "The only reason you live, goddess, is because a human you despise didn't wish pain or death upon you. Because a human you were going to leave in Tartarus for a thousand years, wanted to spare you agony." The crowd of gods looked at each other, at the Fates, and many turned to look at Athena. "That does not—" "It matters!" Again he stomped his foot. How comical, for the little man to stomp his foot like a child. But with the rage, with the pouring white of his eyes, with the blinding fury that tore through his spine and into his skull, stomping his foot felt like slamming the weight of a thousand ships. Felt like stomping with the foot of a Titan. The ground cracked underneath him, veins of ruined stone spread outward, the temples themselves vibrated until homes began to crack, and the hanging braziers of blue flame started to fall from their hooks. They didn't understand. They didn't get that he could kill them all. But he'd make them see. "Where is Poseidon, and Zeus?" he said. Three men in the front of the crowd stepped forward. Tall, powerful looking men, with golden masks, thick armor, and each armed with enormous swords wielded with two hands. One sword dripped of unending blood, the other cracked with sparks of lightning, and the other swirled with tearing currents of water. Moros snarled. "I let you live Hades, and Medusa let Athena live. This is how you repay us?" Medusa gasped loud enough to cut through the noise. "You have assaulted our home, destroyed the guardian gate, attacked the Fates, attacked a god, and defied the will of another. You are not Moros, and you will fall before us." The three men stepped forward, and behind them, three more gods, three women. One bore a scepter and a peacock feather on her head, the other carried fire in her hands, and the other carried a torch of searing flames. Hera, Hestia, and Demeter. Others joined them, gods and goddesses with symbols and names he recognized. Artemis, Ares, Hermes, Apollo, Dionysus. Others he did not recognize marched behind them. Over a thousand symbols, over a thousand different golden masks, weapons drawn and held ready, came toward him. The Fates remained where they were, and they stared down at him from the top of the crater as their army marched. Proud of their army perhaps. Or desperate to see him dead? He put his hands out in front of him, palms downward, and slowly raised them up. The cavern began to shake once more, but it did not start with him. From deep in the Earth, below the underworld, vibrations started to rise. Slowly at first, so quiet he could barely feel them. But they were coming, and the closer they grew, the more he strained his hands to lift the power beneath them. And the earthquakes grew until the ground began to rupture. The army of celestial beings stumbled and struggled to stay standing, and many started to float as the earthquake grew, and grew, until the jagged spikes of black rock shot up from the cavern floor and split the oncoming masses. But it wasn't the rock he was summoning. It wasn't the shaking Earth or the tearing floor he was beckoning. It was Moros. "After everything... after all this... I let you live, I spared you despite your crimes against Medusa, I spared you despite the horrible things you've forced on us. All I wanted was to undo the injustice done upon Medusa. But now..." Lightning cracked, black, searing, and it struck into the crowd. The gods fell, threw themselves into the air and flew away, like house flies panicking before a swatting hand. The lightning tore through the rock, ripping it apart and showering the city in shards. "Hypocrites. Liars. You should all die." The lightning ripped across the open air of the massive cavern, and cracked against the raised buildings. Screams of panicked creatures filled the air, and a host of wings flew away from one of the temples hanging from a stalactite. The sounds of breaking rock flooded the cavern, and then, the dead silence as everyone watched the temple fall free from its roost, only for the thunder to deafen the world as the temple shattered upon the cavern floor. "And you three!" He stuck out his hand toward the three men who had begun the charge, the three men who now hovered and stared at the chaos around them. They plummeted from the sky of blue fire, and crashed onto their knees at Darian's feet. "You three are the worst of them all." He reached out with his other hand toward the men, and drew them near. They skidded along their armored shins and knees, and dropped their weapons as they rolled. Once they were near, he squeezed his hand, and then ripped it away. Their masks ripped from their faces, and turned into mist before hitting the floor. Only once he could see their faces did he start to squeeze his hand, and bring the three gods up to their knees while crushing their insides. They gasped, clutched at their chests and throats, and stared at him with panicked eyes. Zeus. Darian stared down over him, brought him closer, brought the god of gods closer, until he was only inches from him. Moros kicked forward, sank his foot into the man's chest, and sent him onto his back before he marched forward, and sank his foot down against his sternum. Darian would have been too light, not strong enough to give Zeus a moment's pause. Moros brought the king of the gods down like a child, and pinned him to the stone hard enough Darian felt something crack underneath his sandal. The lightning never stopped. The quaking never stopped. The army did more than panic, they scattered as black clouds started to form over Darian's head, as the judges started to quake, and their stone hearts started to beat faster. The pillar of light, the vortex of souls, changed tints of color to red and purple. The rivers of souls leading to it churned and splashed over the underworld, and the shattering of more pillars of stone echoed for miles in all directions. The three goddesses, Hera and her sisters, did their best to fly in toward him, but each was barred by the bombarding strikes of black lightning. He could see their mouths moving, demanding he stop, but their noises were but the buzzing of flies upon Moros's ears. It was all background noise for Darian, and the grip he held upon the three before him. As the white mist leaked from his eyes and mouth, it started to pool around his feet until it flowed from him like a monsoon of fog. A quick glance back to see Medusa and Otrera were alright, before he returned to staring down at the three helpless fools, and the one pinned underneath his foot. "Bellerophontes! You... can't... do this!" Zeus reached up with one of his hands and grabbed onto Darian's leg, squeezed and tried to toss him off. But the king of gods could do nothing but roar in agony as Moros pushed more of his weight down against Zeus's chest, until he felt a couple more things crack, and Zeus's roars turned into screams. Medusa gasped, and stared at one of the helpless gods. At Poseidon. "... you."

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Waking up yet another morning for yet another day of yet more of the same, Samantha yawned and stretched her arms and legs to the sound of cracking joints, bemoaning her poor habit of disregarding the alarm on her clock that read “GO TO BED” on a daily basis. Much as she tried justifying it by saying she could handle 5 to 6 hours of sleep instead of the usual, the constant feeling of unending tiredness was beginning to get to her. If not for the fact that the cat could find some time for a nap during the train ride to and from work, she probably would’ve collapsed from exhaustion months before. As usual, her morning routine proceeded through the checklist: get up, scratch butt, head to kitchen, realize it’s cold because she forgot to put clothes on, return to room, fail to get the nearest shirt over her che… wait, that’s new. Still in a daze, half-asleep and barely cognizant of the world around her, Sam walked up to the mirror in her closet’s door, taking a good look at herself and nodding accordingly. Those were, indeed, breasts she had. Content with this affirmation, the shirt went off, and she got a bigger one. It wouldn’t be until she was munching on a bowl of stale cereal with milk that was probably about to expire that her eyes shot wide open and she sprinted back into her room, slamming into the walls and nearly tripping over her own legs. Skidding to a halt in front of her mirror again, what she saw was unmistakable: she wasn’t flat anymore. It was hard to tell if it was happiness or shock that began welling up inside of her, but a significant part of her experienced some level of relief at ​finally​ having some solid confirmation that she was, indeed, her mother’s daughter; after years of living in her shadow (quite literally), her family’s supposed hyper “genes” failing to do anything of worth to her, it seemed like they finally decided to do some good and give her ​something​ that she could be proud of. Sure, they weren’t anything out of the ordinary, only really making dressing up a problem because of how tight her choice of clothing normally was, but they were ​there​. And that’s what mattered! Elated and overjoyed beyond words, Samantha immediately grabbed her phone from the desk and dialed for her mom, not particularly caring for the fact that it was barely eight o’clock in the morning and she was probably asleep. It rang for long enough that the feline began bouncing on her feet, hypnotized by the swaying of her newfound bosom, completely missing her mother calling on her on the other end of line. Tripping over her words, Samantha managed to convey the fact that she had suddenly grown about three cup sizes overnight, squealing with delight as she recounted the (by now extremely embellished) sequence of events that led to that discovery. Her mom, for her part, more than shared in her daughter’s enthusiasm, offering a never ending stream of advice and tips for the coming days. “If you take after me, and I hope you do sweetheart,” she said, “then you’ll be seeing a lot more than just that in the next week! Honestly, I’d recommend you just call in sick, because you won’t be able to concentrate on anything else anyway.” Wise words, Sam thought; she hadn’t been there to witness her mother’s own growth, but had heard the story more than enough times to know it by heart: at age eighteen, her mom would wake up one day to find out her chest had blossomed from nothing to hand-filling, bursting with pride at continuing their family’s odd legacy. Over the course of a week, those sweater puppies would turn into sweater elephants as they continued to grow and grow, obscuring more and more of her mother’s chest, jutting out so much from her sides that, by the time her growth spurt was over, door frames had to be navigated sideways, and she had to learn to look both sides before turning too quickly, lest she knock someone out from the impact. The amount of lurid descriptors her mother employed when talking about the “absolute best week everest ever”, as well as how red she got every time it was mentioned, was all the evidence that Sam needed; wouldn’t take a minute before she was calling work and putting on her best “sick voice”, being lucky enough to have had Brad pick up the phone and offer to cover for her. Content that she’d have all the time in the world for herself, Sam put down the phone and returned to her mirror-gazing. Exploring every contour of her new breasts didn’t take ​that​ long, all things considered, but it was long enough for her to realize something felt… off. They were heavier than she expected them to be, less pliable as well. An odd thought, considering she had no means of comparison; maybe they were just like this by default? She never did bother asking her mom how it felt, since the larger cat always felt the need to constantly tease her dad about how ​“full and heavy~”​ they were feeling on any given day. So, pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind, Sam went about finding something to do… and immediately realized that her house had absolutely fuck-all to entertain her beyond the TV and computer she kept in her room. Welp, guess it was time to play video games all day again. Just like back in highschool. It being easy enough to lose track of time when you’re being entertained by the overseeing of urban development on a machine that can barely run Tetris without stuttering, it’d take Sam some time before she noticed something was dripping onto her legs, and even longer before processing what it could possibly be. She hadn’t even noticed that she’d been topless for this entire time, figuring that the mounting warmth in her chest was due to some kind of clothing she didn’t recall putting on. It was only after looking down and seeing her swollen chest and puffy nipples, each leaking fat droplets of pearly-white milk, that her brain finally put two and two together and the cat understood what was going on: she hadn’t ​grown​, she’d f​ illed up​. Now, to her, this was new; her mother was quite milky herself, of that she had no doubt, but they’d always maintained that the milk only showed up when they were pregnant with Samantha herself, and had barely done a dent in her already-prodigious size. And considering how Sam had not been lucky enough to share a bed with anyone in… well, ever, it was doubtful that her sudden milkiness was the result of a brand new generation of Smiths being brought to the world. And yet, there it was: another cup size larger and suddenly feeling like she was about to burst from how tight they felt; those tits were unmistakably ​leaking.​ Not really knowing what to do at that point, Samantha’s hands were drawn to her chest, a soft moan escaping from her lips as her fingers were brought to the engorged, dripping teats she was sporting. With her palm cupping her breasts, she worked herself to the edge with both thumbs and index fingers, squeezing and rolling those increasingly-loose faucets until the dripping turned into a constant, albeit thin stream of warm, creamy milk running down her chest. Her fur matted by her own fluids, ears flattened against her skull and the fuzzy tail snaked and firmly tightened around one of the chair’s legs, each breath came accompanied by a short moan, shorter and shorter as her breathing became faster and faster, her entire body shaking and quivering as her fur stood on end, back arching from the electrical discharges flowing through her from those two singular points in front of her newly-gifted assets. It had been a fantasy​ for her to achieve climax like this, a daydream she believed to be beyond her ability to reach. Until now. Without a care for whoever might hear, Samantha’s voice cracks when she drives her body past the edge and into the first true “boobgasm” of her entire life, fueled by the raw carnal pleasure of knowing it was but the first of many to come. Screaming for more as her breasts erupted, the haze of pleasure clouding her mind stopped her from fully grasping that her tits were overflowing from her hands, soft flesh bulging between her fingers as they grew heavier and bigger​. Through the impossibly powerful climax she was experiencing, Sam completely failed to notice that her desk was being coated by her own milk, the streams having turned to spouts, growing in intensity as their reservoirs grew in size. Once it was done, the cat’s arms dropped to her side as she panted and gasped for breath, her back leaning against the chair and causing it to creak ever so slightly under the newfound weight it wasn’t accustomed to. Eyes half-lidded, all she could do was bring herself not to fall asleep, instead remaining in this half-conscious state of being for long enough that the sun had visibly moved from its position when she came to. Looking at herself, Sam stifled a gasp as she saw the end result of her little self-exploration session: her breasts had grown ​massively​, each one easily four times the size they’d been when she woke up earlier; from average to busty and beyond, not to mention how ​heavy​ they felt! In that one moment, she fully understood what her mother had meant all those times she embarrassed her dad in front of her… … and she wanted more. Jumping to her feet, almost collapsing right afterwards from how unaccustomed she was to the weight, Sam rushed to the mirror, eager to see how her figure fared compared to earlier, and very nearly succumbing to her own desires for the second time that day after seeing the results! So used to a flat chest, it was impossible to express what she was feeling at that moment. Her breasts were halfway down to her navel, impossibly round and perky, and already wide enough to be visible from behind if she didn’t stuff them in a bra! Yeah. This would do nicely. For now at least. The feline estimated she ​had​ to be growing faster than her mother did, if this was the result of a single morning and a bit of self-stimulation. In fact, so fast, that for a moment she actually felt worried​ about it. Not because of how big she’d eventually get, oh no, but worried over spoiling herself too quickly. The sensation of her brand new breasts on her, the weight of it all, the sight, it was too much to simply get through in a couple of days! No, no, no, she’d have to control herself. Limit what she did, if only to allow the process to take its time and allow her to experience it to its fullest degree. To that end, it was time for lunch. The afternoon went by relatively smoothly, though Sam was quite sure her chest was growing slowly over the course of the warm hours; whether or not it was a case of her genes kicking in, her having to seal her nipples with some black electrical tape to stop them from leaking all over her, or some delicious combination of both, she couldn’t tell. All she knew is that they hung wonderfully heavy on her frame while she cleaned up her mess from earlier. Miraculously, both the keyboard and monitor survived the deluge of cream that had rained down on them, albeit with what appeared to be a permanent new paint job of faint white streaks, something that was sure to bring a smile to her face every time she looked down at them. At least, while she could even see them. That thought alone was enough to get her to start scratching at the edge of the tape, before catching herself and heading back to the closet. With her newfound size came the slightest problem: nothing to wear. Try as she might, nothing in there could even remotely fit her properly, and the closest she managed was turning what was previously a loose shirt into something resembling a keyhole sweater once it ripped open, vast amounts of underboob fully visible as the fabric stopped just shy of completely covering her similarly-expanded areolae. Well, at least it was… something. Better this than nothing, and if she was still going to get even bigger, now was the time to get some shopping done before it was too late. Hurrying to get some pants on and bolting out the door, she got through about three flights of stairs before the wild bouncing of her milkstuffed udders, sloshing and churning with motion, completely ripped the shirt apart as it reached and went over its capacity; in one single horrible moment, the fabric was torn open and fully exposed Sam to the world… or, well, to the nice old lady from three floors down, who was thankfully too nearsighted to really understand why the cute pharmacist from the top floor just shrieked and ran up the stairs shouting the word “Sorry!” over and over. Slamming the door behind her, and having enjoyed the thought of literally bursting out of her clothes far too much for it to be healthy, the cat’s left exhausted from running up with those weights attached to her, all-too aware of how much her life was going to change in the coming few days. And yet, she couldn’t help but feel like it still wasn’t ​enough​. After this little attempt to leave the house, buying new clothes became “something to do once this was over”, especially since she might very well end up in the range of needing compressor-capable ones just to move around. Therefore, she figured, the best thing to do would be to just ride it out, see where it ended up at, and hope ​it never ended​ for the best. The rest of the day went by in exactly the same manner, with her chest growing increasingly harder to carry around as the hours ticked by, the electrical tape needing a replacement after the first layer became too soggy to stop her dripping all over the floor again. Feeling like it was only going to get worse after going to bed, Sam applied a triple layer of it before snapping a picture of herself with the best smile she could muster and sending it to her mother. Too tired from the day’s events to bother checking for a reply, she’ll fall asleep almost immediately, ignorant of the flurry of frantic texts her mother sent her, desperately trying to give her daughter the advice she needed to prevent a disaster. Thankfully, however, Sam was blissfully ignorant of both this, and the dangerously fast rate at which her breasts were filling while she was under. Waking up the day after felt like bathing in molten chocolate: decadent, smooth, obscenely wasteful, and surprisingly hot for what was supposed to be a pleasurable experience. It wouldn’t be until she tried getting up that Sam noticed something was dreadfully wrong about how hard it was to do so. She should be able to just… get up. And yet, something was pushing her down, something large, hot, fuzzy and sopping wet. It’d take her an embarrassingly long amount of time to realize this something was her own body. Shrieking when the realization hit her, Samantha found herself staring at a pair of breasts that she refused to believe were hers. Each one was easily as big as her mom’s, the nipples swollen beyond even her size, with the electrical tape having been long lost as those leaking torrents of milk turned her bed, her body and the ground into a mess of sweet, pearly cream. They were impossibly ​heavy, big enough to completely obscure her view of everything in front of her, and when she made the mistake of trying to roll out of bed, the cat would completely lose control of her center of gravity and ​smash​ onto the ground, spurting gallons of milk and sending uncontrollable spikes of pain and pleasure down and up her spine before finally dragging herself onto a sitting position. She was shocked and aroused at seeing how massive she’d gotten, with her entire torso obscured by a set of tits that hung low enough to sit on her lap, yet remained bloated to the point where she could easily use them as an impromptu desk. Struggling to her feet and dragging her bloated form back to the closet, it’s only by digging her fingers into her thighs that she stops herself from making her tits even bigger than they already were: twice as wide as her torso when put together, completely covering her chest, and ​swollen​ beyond belief, a constant stream of milk ​pouring​ down each one as they desperately tried to empty themselves. Her phone rang, breaking Samantha out of her trance-like state and drawing her attention to the familiar ringtone: her mom’s. Waddling over took long enough in between the balancing act and the whole “trying not to succumb to the insanity of it all and just pleasuring herself until she burst the room open” thing that the call dropped, rolling up the number on the “Missed Calls” by one more. Fifteen. And thirty-nine text messages as well! The hell did she miss?! Sifting through all them revealed just how mistaken she’d been in sealing herself up for the night. Her mom had tried, in vain, to warn her that such an explosive, pleasure-fueled growth was rare, but not unheard of in their family, and that the ​last​ thing she should do is block the flow of milk, otherwise the… wait, did that read ​PERMANENT​? Samantha stared at her phone for a good minute, then down at her chest-obscuring breasts, then back at the phone. On it, her mom begged her to milk herself as soon as possible, mostly in the later messages after she figured her daughter was already asleep. Repeated over and over was the warning ​not​ to push herself over the edge, or else it would get even worse… as well as some tips on how to accomplish this that are best left between mother and daughter. Sam turned around, looking at her bedroom door and the open bathroom on the other end of the corridor. A hard decision to make, for sure.

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Title: Cumming Over by Leo Ja-Ju Sek Tags: Adolescent, Adult, Adult Content, Anal, Aroused, Ass, Balls, Bathing, Bathroom, Bedroom, Bunny, Cock, Cuddling, Cute, Dick, Docking, Ejaculation, Erection, Erotic, Fondling, Foreplay, Foreskin, Frottage, Gay, Gay Relationships, German Shepherd, Groping, Handjob, Hug, Humping, Kissing, Knot, Licking, M/M, Male, Mating, Missionary, Orgasm, Porn Flick, Pup, Relationships, Romance, Seduction, Series, Sex, Soulmates, Story Series, Tailhole, Teen, Tie, Tied, Uncut, Yiffy, Young, Young Love, Young Romance, english, hose, living room, strip, stripping **CUMMING OVER** \*\* \*\*\*\* By Leo Ja-Ju Sek\*\* Schatzie got into his Dad's car and turned on the ignition. Before he could put it in reverse his cell rang. He Turned off the ignition and pulled it out of his pocket. "Hello?" "There is my Sexy Shep!" "Hey Sprite! How you doing babe?" "I'm doing fine, thought you said you were going to call me." "Oh... sorry, I fell asleep." "Sure Sure." He replied with a giggle into the phone. "So what's up?" "I have today off and parents are going to be gone for the next five hours, so was wondering if you wanted to come over?" "Yeah Sure, just let me call and tell my Dad." He hung up the phone and called his Dad's cell. "This is Razor." "Hey Dad." "Schatzie my boy... how did the babysitting go?" "Went fine." "That is good to hear, are you on your way home?" "No Sprite wanted to hang out, do you mind?" "Of course not, go have fun with your Fiancé." "Thanks Dad I will see you when I get home." "No problem, when are you planning to come home." "About five hours." "Alright I will see you then son, bye." "see ya." He pulled out of the driveway and drove to Sprite's house. After a two minuet drive he arrived at Sprites House. Sprite was waiting on the stairs. Today he was wearing a Red and black hat, red and black basketball jersey, baggy blue jeans, sun glasses, and a gold chain. He approached Schatzie car as he got out. Sprite then wrapped his arms around Schat's waste and embraced him in a hug as they intimately kissed for a brief moment After the two ended the kiss, they both went inside. Schatzie sat down on the couch in the living room while Sprite sat next to him and rested his head on his chest. Schat smiled and patted his mate before wrapping him in his arms. They both lied down and spooned as Sprite grabbed the remote control and turned on the TV. There was a porno playing on the DVD player. It was two cabbits yiffing each others brain's out. Schatzie felt something grow underneath his paw which was placed on Sprites inner thigh. He became aroused and blushed while he rubbed along Sprite's tummy. "I bet you want me to do what that Cabbit is doing?" Sprite said as he got on top of him and sat on his lap. Sprite rubbed his rump on Schatzie bulge and leaned forward, pressing his lips against Schat's muzzle. They kissed deeply as Schat grabbed Sprite's hips and grinded against him moaning with pleasure as Sprite slipped his tongue into his maw. Schat sucked on his tongue gently as the two tightly embraced each other. Sprite ended the kiss, as he got up and pulled Schat's off the couch. "Come on baby lets go shower off before we make love." Schat blushed and nodded as he followed him to the bathroom. After the two entered the bathroom Sprite shut the door and turned on the water as the bathroom started to steam. Sprite closed the toilet lid and sat Schat down on it as he began to give him a lap dance. He teasingly shook his rump in front of him, taking off his hat and chain. He then grabbed Schatzie's paw, beginning to remove his rings and bracelet, while he continued to dance. Next he stripped off his shirt revealing his twink like body as he grabbed Schat's shirt and did the same. Schatzie murred with lust as he watched his mate dance his sexy bunny butt in front of him and groped his ass, squeezing each cheek firmly as Sprite giggled. "Look's like someone is excited." "I'm more than excited..." He said grinning. Sprite unbuttoned his pants and, just by unbuttoning them they fell to his ankle as he bent down in his undies while taking them off his ankles; sliding them across the bathroom. He turned around and grabbed Schatzie's head and thrusted the bulge in his underwear across his face as it made a wet mark. He grinned grabbed the waste band of Sprite's pants as he pulled them down, his cock bonked him in the nose but they both found it cute. He grabbed it my base and slowly stroked the eight inch cock as he took the head into his maw tasting the pre and foreskin. Sprite let out soft moans as Schatzie bobbed his head. Sprite pulled out and rubbed the head against Schatzie lips teasingly. "You're gonna have to wait for that first you have to clean me." Sprite said as he hopped into the shower. Schatzie grinned and dropped his pants as he hopped in behind him. Schatzie wrapped his arms around Sprite pressing his wet naked body up against him as water poured down on both there bodies. He started to grind before pressing him against the wall and kissing his neck. Sprite let out soft moans of pleasure. Schatzie released sprite as he turned around and pecked him a kiss on the lips. Schat grinned as he grabbed the body wash and poured it all over Sprite; he rubbed it into his fur. Sprite pressed his lips against Schat's and the two passionately made out as Schat's continued to rub Sprite's torso until he was all clean. They gazed at each other, while Sprite grabbed both of their cocks. He took Schat's cock and inserted it into his foreskin as he rubbed the two cock together, feeling Schat leak pre in side his dick hole. Sprite pressed Schat against the wall as he grabbed the two shafts and rubbed them together. He began to kiss Schat deeply as he slipped his tongue into his maw. He continued to rub the two cocks as he felt Schat suck on his tongue. Schatzie ended the kiss and thrusted against his cock. "I think your clean sprite." Sprite smirked and replied, "Then let's go to the bed room." Sprite turned off the water and the two boy's headed towards Sprite's bed room, he had a king size mattress that was excellent for yiffing on. Schatzie then pushed Sprite on the bed as he got on top of him and kissed his neck. Sprite murred; he patted Schat on the back of the head and said; "I love you so much Schatzie." "I love you to babe." Schat replied as he pressed his lips up against Sprite as the two melted into the kiss, there hearts beating in the same rhythm. Sprite grinded against Schat as the two boys kiss, there cocks rubbed together. Schatzie ended the kiss as he got up, walked over to the desk and took out the bottle of Astroglide lube. He walked back over and poured some into his digit and rubbed it against Sprites tailhole. After he finished lubing he lifted Sprites legs and pressed his tip against his hole as his cock slowly slipped inside him. Sprite let out a soft moan. After Schat had a good four inches in he started to thrust. Sprite gripped the bed sheets, letting out feminine moans of pleasure. Schatzie embraced Sprite as he thrusted faster, his stomach rubbed against Sprites member with each thrust making him pre. Sprite wrapped his arms and legs around Schatzie as he let out more moans. Schatzie kissed his neck as Sprite cocked his head to give him more room to kiss. His knot began to bounce off Schatzie entrance with each thrust, while his tummy continued sliding on his cock. The two boys moaned out in pleasure as Schatzie began to kiss Sprite. Both the boys clothes there eyes loosing grips with reality. They moaned into each others maws with ecstasy as Sprite gripped the fur on the back of Schat's head. With a few final thrust Schatzie popped his knot inside of him causing the two boys to cum. Schat filled up Sprites hole while sprite came all over their tummies. With a few last flicks of the tongue they ended the kiss and gazed into each others eyes as Schat's tail wagged happily. "That felt so good hun." Sprite said as he pecked Schat a kiss. Schat smiled and replied; "I love you." Schat and Sprite laid for a while continue to gaze into each others eyes, knowing they were both going to be together till they were old men................

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Title: Tales of Furlingas - Choose your own story text adventure part 23 by sisco Tags: Fox, Gay, Horse, M/M, Male, Naga, Polar Bear, Violence (Not In Yiff) *A 111* *B 1111111* *C 111111111* \_ \_ *Close call but you guys have opted to run for it further and deeper with the skeletons in tow.* \_ \_ As a mass the wall of skeletons charged down the steps Aleoric let loose a powerful blast of icy wind. Skeletons flew everywhere in the tempest he created some shattered against the walls and the steps. In the confusion the bear shouted "to the tunnel!" As he led the charge into the narrow tunnel, more steps in a giant spiral staircase. Cold rock walls surround them and they have to travel in single file. Runo brought up the rear pulling back to the entrance of the tunnel and coiling ready to strike. More skeletons arrived and those that were shattered start to reform the thief waited patiently shattering a stray skeleton as it approached and then as a wave of them finally organised and began to charge he flicked out suddenly with his tail. A thick band of pure muscle smashed into the lightweight skeletons sending many flying, several falling into the chasm. The naga snorted as he heads into the tunnel, "didn't even need magic." However, as the never ending wave of skeletons poured in the naga picked up the pace, knowing that his tail would be a long way behind him. He slithered down into the dark the light of Aleoric far in front and fading. Rushing to catch up the naga chased down hundreds of steps. The stairs seem never ending and it was hard to tell just how deep they were running, however the snake could hear the clatter of skeletons above him and catching up. Running out onto a small landing he found the group waiting for him. Aleoric pushed him behind him, the landing was too small for all of them and his full body so his tailtip ended up going down the passage leading further down. The bear had his book out and was chanting quickly, brown glowing runes spinning around his head and his paws. He held his huge paws out and then started to bring them closer together straining against them. As he did so the walls of the tunnel they just fled down began to shake and dust fell down. Then just as they saw the flash of white of skeleton bones the tunnel collapsed behind them. The bear gasped and stumbled a little at the effort. "Going to need a moment," he muttered softly as he sat on the floor. "I really hope there's another way out," Runo observed as he put his daggers back in their sheaths. "If there isn't we will make one," Kenia announced patting the bear on the shoulder. "It was a smart move, those skeletons would have kept coming until we were run to a corner and exhausted." "I'm not so sure they won't still," observed Jarus as he placed his head against the fallen rock. "I think I can hear faint sounds of digging." "Then we should get going soo AHHHH!" Runo screamed suddenly and his tail thrashed heavily, pulling back into the little landing area to reveal a spider fiver foot across with it's fangs buried in the snake's tail. Kenia yelled a battle cry and stabbed the furry body of the spider, black blood stained the floor as the spider died. Aleoric stood up and casting a small fireball down the tunnel revealed a mass of furry spider bode waiting, setting several alight as he did so. The discovered spiders started to charge, dozens of them pressing forward onto the tiny landing. The bear shouted, "I need a few seconds!" The group backed into the corner Runo, Kenia and Jarus backed up around Aleoric. The horse having trouble wielding his halberd in such tight confines, he thrust and poked. While Runo and Kenia stabbed and stashed, trying to ward off the incoming arachnids. Several spiders were killed and a few others lost limbs as Aleoric chanted, fiery runes forming around his head and then spinning around his body. His paws waved in a rhythmic fashion as more and more runes glowed around him. Then he jumped forward pushing past his friends and releasing the spell, a giant fireball burnt the spiders and then passed into the tunnel slowly following the spiral staircase down, killing everything in it's path leaving crispy spider remains. He turned to see Jarus passing his healing paws over the naga's wound. "We sound go as soon as he is ready." "That was an amazing spell!" Kenia shouted excitedly as he poked a charred spider corpse. Runo pushed the horse off him, "ok I'm good we should..." the naga paused and swayed a little. "Just a little woozy from the wound I think, we should go before the skeletons break through. If we can get out of sight they might lose track of us." The group pushed into the other tunnel heading down until they reached the end of the second staircase, this time to a huge room and a single door on the far side. however, as they reached the bottom of the steps Runo slipped over shivering, "I feel funny." He moaned softly, Jarus and Kenia rushed to his side, while Aleoric kept watch. The naga's scales were red hot to the touch, as he gasped and panted, the horse applied his healing paws and yet nothing happened. "I... I don't understand." "It... it's p.. poison from the spider," the snake whimpered as he felt his muscles begin to spasm. "I need... I need." However, he never managed to finish what he needed, the poison having spread quickly thanks to the fight and the flight down the stairs the naga lost consciousness. "We have to heal him!" Kenia whimpered holding the naga's head in his lap. "I don't know how," Jarus whispered looking to the bear. Aleoric looked away unable to face the fox or look at the naga, he knew that the poison had spread too far and that they needed an antidote, only he had no idea what it was. Tears formed in his eye and he whispered, "I don't think we can." "NO!NO!NO! We have to heal him, just Jarus try your magic again, Aleoric look in your book!" Kenia screamed and half begged as he clutched the naga. The snake's breath was already growing slower and the unreal heat of his body was beginning to fade. Jarus put his paws back on the naga and concentrated trying to heal him, however, there was no wound to close only the dark sense of the poison in his system a darkness he couldn't purge. Blinking as tears fell the bear sighed, "I don't have any magic for healing, or for curing poison. I... don't think we can..." unable to finish his sentence he turned away. "But... we were... going to take back his kingdom and... and free the slaves," the fox whispered tears dripping off his chin and onto the naga's body. The snake seemed to be struggling for each breath now and then with a cough he lay still. Jarus stepped away, he and Aleroic recognising the fox's pain and need for a moment alone. The two looked at each other, their faces wet with tears their eyes glassy. Still they knew they had to keep watch for they had no idea who or what else might be waiting for them in the dark. The fox's moment was broken by the distant sound of bone on stone, their ears all pricked up. The skeletons had broken through and were on their way. Aleoric was the first to move, "Kenia, we have to go." "We were going to break his father's curse," the fox whimpered nuzzling the body of his former lover. "We still can but we have to go," the bear stated urgently. "Runo would not want us to stay," Jarus said urgently as the skittering sound got louder. "I don't want to leave him," Kenia stated defiantly staying put his paws stroking the lifeless face. "He wouldn't leave..." He never got to finish as a huge bear paw smashed into his face and he grunted as he lost consciousness. Aleroic grabbed the fox and threw him over his shoulder, whispering, "sorry we don't have time to argue. Run!" Jarus and the bear turned and charged for the door at the far end of the room just as the skeletons reached the bottom of the stair. Glancing back the bear got one last glimpse of his former friend before they left the room. There was an old oak door to the room and the bear slammed it shut and thrust the wooden bolt into place locking it. "This won't hold them for long," the bear whispered as the two looked at the way in front of them. Three passages, one to the right, which seemed light and Aleoric could see moss and what looked like plant roots around the entrance. The one to the left had a strange red glow coming from within and the passage straight ahead, the doorframe appeared to be made of bones with a huge gem just above the door. *Well... I think you all know the drill vote by commenting below* *A Plants to the right* *B Fire to the left* *C Bones in front*

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Title: How I Met My Husband Ch. 04 Tags: bukkake, cuckold, bisexual, cum eating, cum kiss, big dick, fetish, submissive, femdom I made my way back across the dance floor to where I'd tied Dan up, only to find out he wasn't there. I was sure if tied him to a particular pillar, but he was nowhere to be seen. I wondered what the protocol was in a place like this, do people go around untying people who are tied up by their mistresses or masters? if so isn't it a bit disrespectful? I knew Dan didn't have his phone on him so I had no option but to just take a look around the place. We'd been there an hour or so and it was filling up with people by now, I admired all the different outfits, or like myself, lack of outfits, as I wandered around. I still had my strap on attached so I was getting plenty of looks. "Nice cock." One guy said to me. as I walked past. He was gyrating against another guy on the dance floor, presumably they were either gay or bisexual. "Thanks." I replied confidently, looking down to see his naked crotch "You too." I needed a drink so I headed for the bar. Even the bar staff were dressed in fetish gear. The woman who served me was really gothic looking, dark eyeliner, black hair, black corset. She was sexy as fuck, I could tell immediately from her accent that she was Scottish. "Nice outfit. I haven't seen ye here before." She remarked in a thick Glaswegian accent, handing me my drink. "First time?" "Yes." I replied, "it's a real eye opener, isn't it!?" "Sure is love." She said "Diane and Orlene think of it all, y'know. I've been to loads of different types of fetish events and this is the best. There's something for everyone, doesn't matter what you're into, or what you're not into, you'll find it here. That's why it's so popular." "I know." I said to her. "I've just been to the bathroom." She laughed, presumably knowing which bathroom I'd been to. "Ye don't have to go to that bathroom y'know." She said giggling. "Unless ye like pissin' on people. There's normal toilets over there." "Thanks, but I thought I'd try it out you know." I said smiling. "Good girl, that's what I like to hear. This place is all about new experiences, ye never know what you might like till ye try it." She said, bidding me farewell and turning to serve another customer. I necked my drink and wandered around the perimeter, still no sign of Dan anywhere. He's in trouble when I find him, I thought to myself. Then a guy approached me. He was tall, good looking with a really fit body, he was wearing only a pair of tight leather pants, no top. I could see clearly the bulging outline of his, rather large penis, through his pants. "You look lost." He said smiling. "Um.. I'm just looking for my boyfriend." I said. "Boyfriend? Ah that's a shame." He replied. "I was going to offer to buy you a drink." I don't know why I referred to Dan as my boyfriend, it was the first time I'd said it, and I did it without thinking. He was, at best my submissive tonight, definitely not my boyfriend. "Sorry." I said. "He's not my boyfriend, I don't know why I said that. I'm his mistress, that's probably a better way of putting it." I said, back tracking. "Ok," he said taking my hand and walking me back to the bar. "Fancy a shot?" He ordered us two shots of Sambuca before I could answer. "I'm Jessica, by the way!" I said, introducing myself. "Pleasure to meet you Jessica." He said. "You can call me Master D'!" "In that case, I'm Mistress Jessica to you then." I added, trying not to be out done by him. He laughed. He was quite forward and confident, which I really like in a guy. He seemed really normal, too normal perhaps to be in a fetish club. Despite introducing himself as Master D' he didn't seem like a master. "God you've got great tits." He said. "Thanks" I replied. I'm always flattered when someone compliments my tits, especially someone as hot as him. "Do you come here often?" I asked, probably the most predictable thing someone can ask to a guy they're chatting up, but it was a curious question. "Now and again, when I'm feeling frisky." He laughed. "It's a pretty cool place. How bout you?" "First time." I replied. "What's with the strap on?" He asked. "That's in case my boyf... my...slave, shall we say, you know... steps out of line." "Get you." He said mockingly. "Poor fucker, goes missing for a few minutes and when he comes back you're gonna fuck him up the arse as punishment!? "That's exactly what I going to do." I said, seductively touching my big plastic dick. "Well, that I'd love to see." He said laughing. We necked the Sambuca's and I ordered a round of Gin and Tonics, I like to pay my way. I was feeling a little drunk by now and extremely horny. "So seeing as you've been here before, why don't you show me around." I said. "I haven't been into any rooms yet, apart from the bathroom. Master D' took me by the hand and walked me off. "Ok, this is where you go if you want your dick sucked, anonymously." He said guiding me through a doorway and along a corridor. There were a little alcoves every few feet, each with a man standing, facing the wall. This must be where the guys from earlier were stood when Carl and Lara were sucking them off. "Ah, so this is the other side of the glory holes then!" I said. "Exactly that." Master D' replied, finding an empty alcove and pulling his pants down, giving me his drink to hold. I stood next to him and watched as his cock flopped out of his pants, Jesus it was big. A proper, long, thick, uncircumcised monster of a cock. He then fed it through the glory hole, which was only just big enough for it to fit through. He pushed himself up to the wall. He stood there for a minute or so. "Nothing yet." He said looking at me disappointedly. 'Christ I'll suck it if nobody else want to.' I thought to myself, half tempted to run round the other side of the hole. I could hear moans and groans coming from the guys who were stood at the other holes. Clearly some of them were getting noshed off. Then Master D' let out a moan. Some lucky bitch, or possibly guy was obviously on the other end of his big dick. "That's it!!" He said with horny look on his face. "So you're not bothered who's sucking you off then?" I asked. He pulled his cock back out. "I'd rather think it was a hot woman, like yourself." He said winking at me. "Aren't you going to let them make you cum?" I asked inquisitively. "Nah, that was just a demonstration for your benefit." He said. "I'll save my cum for you, later on" "That's a bit presumptuous isn't it?" I said. I was so horny that, if he wanted to put his big dick inside me, there was no way on earth I was going to stop him. "Come on, this way." He said, ignoring my comment. "Do you know what bukkake is?" I knew what bukkake was and I'd seen the name above the door, so I knew exactly where we were off to next. We entered the room. It was a big long rectangular room, spit into sections. An area for Gay men, one for straight men and women, and an area that just said 'Anything goes.' above it. There were several bath tubs and two shower cubicles with spiral staircases around them, much like the one in the bathroom I visited earlier. There was a raised seating area, like a viewing platform with a few people watching on. So we took a seat as we finished our drinks. It was a kind of bukkake spectator sporting event. To the left was the gay area. There was a bald man in his forties, sitting in a big bath tub with half a dozen other guys jerking off over him. At least a couple of men had already ejaculated on him as he had spunk trickling down his bald head onto his face. There were a few more men queuing up, wanking off as they stood there awaiting their turn. Then one guy exploded all over the mans face as a few people cheered and clapped. My head was then drawn to a woman in front of us. She was chained to a pillar, wearing the usual black rubber look fetish gear. She, again was in her forties, attractive, big breasted and blond. A man, presumably her master stood above her, holding her by her hair, pointing her head upwards as a queue of men formed in front of her. The first man, in his early twenties, stood in front of her and masturbated furiously over her face, she stuck her tongue out every so often to taste the tip of his young cock. I counted less than a minute of frantic wanking before he splashed a huge load of fresh, white jizz over her face and hair. The audience, which consisted of Master D' and myself, a horny looking young couple a few seats down from us, and a lone middle aged man in the front row, all stood and clapped the young masturbator as he slumped away, leaving the woman covered in his semen. The next inline entered the fray. A little, balding, chubby man in his mid thirties with a little chubby dick. He wiped it all over her gooey face, forcing her to suck it. He lasted a bit longer than the first. Maybe three minutes, before he shot his load into her mouth and eyes. All the time her master holding her head up forcefully, although she did seem to be enjoying the attention. Four more men spunked over her before her master led her away, parading her around the room, for all to see the disgrace of her cum covered face. I was so horny I could have licked it all off her. Or, if Dan was there I'd have gotten him to do it instead. "Another drink?" Said Master D' finishing up the last of his Gin. "Oh, I'm pretty drunk." I replied. "I might take a rain check on the booze for a bit." "Oh no, I didn't mean alcohol." he said pointing to an empty bath in the middle of the room. "I meant it's someone's turn to sit in the bath tub." "Me? I questioned, looking back at Master D'. "I'm a mistress, I'll have you know." "You're not my mistress." He said jokingly. "There's a line of guys there who want a sexy, young lady to cum over, are you going to deny them that?" He asked. I like being a dominant type to Dan, I mean I really fucking enjoy it. But I have a submissive side to me as well, and as Dan wasn't there to see it, I thought what the heck, I'm here, drunk and horny as fuck, why not try something totally new? 'Who am I to deny a bunch of horny lads a place to dispose of their cum?' I thought, making my way down to the bath tub and hopping in. The first guy wasn't great looking, his cock was average, uncut and his balls were really hairy. He seemed to take an age to cum as well. I wasn't going to suck him at first, but after six or seven minutes I wanted to move onto the next one, so I took him in my mouth. That did the trick because he came bucket loads down my throat and onto my face within seconds of me blowing him. I cast him aside and beckoned the next lad over. I knew from seeing him out of the corner of my eye that he was better looking, with a bigger, better cock. He fucked my mouth vigorously with his big dick, then pulled it out and came all over my face, wiping his cock over my forehead as he squeezed the last drops out of his impressive penis. I took three or four more loads on my face, I could barely see due to copious amounts of jizz in my eyes, but it was a liberating and extremely fucking sexy experience. I squinted through the cum in my eyes to see if I could see the next cock, but I had to close them as it was stinging so much. Then something big pressed against my lips. I opened my mouth to accommodate the head of this beast as the owner pushed it into my mouth. It was humongous, I closed my eyes and sucked it, reaching out and jerking it into my mouth. He wiped this huge, hard thing over my sloppy, wet face, rubbing all the cum into my skin, before adding to the mess by ejaculating all over my slutty little face. I felt the monster between my tits as he finished himself off on my cleavage before a huge round of applause. I was still struggling to open my eyes. It sounded like a lot more people were in the room than earlier, I had been too busy to notice anyone else around. Then someone grabbed me by the hand and pulled me to my feet. I stepped out of the bath tub and wiped the cum from my eyes. As I began to see more clearly I saw that the last cock I serviced belonged to Master D' and it was him who had pulled me to my feet. "I told you I was saving my cum for you, but you didn't believe me!" He said jokingly. I laughed as the applause subsided and looked up at the viewing platform. To my amazement, sitting there watching the whole thing were, among others, Orlene, Carl and Dan. Orlene had Carl one side of her and Dan on the other, she had her arms linked through theirs like she owned them or something. She had a huge grin on her face. "What the fuck?" I said, a little confused. Orlene laughed. "Go and kiss your little whore of a mistress Daniel." She said releasing him from her grip and unfastening his gag. Dan walked over to me without saying a word and kissed me passionately, full on the lips. Then began to lap up the many loads of cum that were dribbling down my face. He snogged my face off as he did so. I noticed his cock was still hard as a rock. I broke the kiss because I noticed that Master D' was now sitting next to Orlene, chatting away like they knew each other. "I see you've met David!" She said looking at me, "His cock is as wonderful as I'd described is it not?" I was dumbfounded. "David...? As in your friend David?" I said turning to Dan, who nodded sheepishly. "Yes, Daniel and David, reunited . She said with a look of mischief on her face. "Big cock and little cock, back together again. She took David's softening cock in her hand and ran her fingers over it. "Tell me you're not in love with this fucking beautiful cock and I won't believe you!" She said stroking it like a Bond villain would stroke his cat. "So you set this up?" I said looking at Orlene in disbelief. "Of course." She said "I thought Daniel and David should make up with each other, and what better way than to have a new woman to share?" I didn't know what to think. I was really attracted to David and his mega dick, but I wasn't sure how Dan would feel about it. I mean they hadn't spoken for months. I looked at Dan, wiping some cum from my eyebrow. "Are you ok? I muttered. "I'm fine!" He smiled back reassuringly. "Come with me." I said, leading Dan out of the room to a quiet corner of the warehouse. I needed to talk to him and find out what he was feeling. "I can't get my head round what just happened." I said. "I cant believe you've just witnessed me doing such a slutty thing, with one of your friends and I didn't even know about it!" "I didn't know either, until Orlene led me in there and sat me down. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life." He said. "I can see why you don't think I'm as kinky as Orlene." I said. "She is unbelievable at controlling situations and thinking things up. I don't know how she's dreamt half of this up either, this place is crazy!" I added. Dan looked at my cum covered face and held my hand gently. "I don't need you to be like her." He said. "I love you for who you are." My heart melted, it was the first time he'd said he loved me, the first time anyone had said it in a long time. "Watching you in there with David's dick in your mouth, covered in cum was the hottest thing I've ever seen." He said. "I know Orlene instigated it, but it was you doing it, and it's you I'm in love with." He said. I kissed him deeply, cum still dripping down my face and onto my outfit, my mascara running down my cheeks. I began to cry as my emotions took over. I was about as much of a mess as I'd looked in my life, but the man I was falling for had just told me he loved me. It was one of the sweetest moments I'd ever shared with anyone. I cherished the moment as we stood there holding each other close, knowing that any second I was going to have to rediscover my dominant side and punish Dan for leaving me alone, even though it wasn't really his fault. 'The best way to do that is with my strap on.' I thought to myself mischievously as Dan began to lick the rest of the cum off my slutty little face. To be continued...

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Title: Aren't You Going to Ask About My Tail? by Caelo Tags: Catgirl, Human, M/F, Short This was overwhelming, that was what Jason thought as he passionately gave deep throated kiss to Rena. Jason had gone to a bar despite his best intentions at discouraging his collage buddies. After all, although he did not believe himself to be much of a strait edge, he showed common symptoms of it. He was studios and never thought of using recreational drugs, rarely drank and never got drunk. Well except for today, today his friend had convinced him to get out and have a few with them. Well a few turned into quite a few but at least he wasn't the only one and he didn't have to worry about getting home he could walk to his dorm. Rena was a frequenter to this specific local. It's not like she was some sort of party animal but there where interesting people with interesting thoughts here. So close to a collage campus it was inevitable. She had already finished her studies and was a teacher by career. But actually she set up a store. Where she sold some of her art and a few things she crafted up. She felt herself to be quite the bohemian and mellow black cat. She was surveying her surrounding like she usually did and an awkward boy/man, she wasn't sure yet, caught her interest she was a great judge of character this one alluded her. She started a coy dance this, was to be a perfectly executed ballet. A glance here, a giggle there then a pause it was irresistible. Somehow Jason was completely oblivious to Rena's attentions although not to Rena herself. He could see her very clearly although she was an entire room away. He took note not to stare, although he was doing little else. This had not gone unnoticed his 'friends' they had started to joke about him likening the strange ones. Sadly that was very much not true Jason had been thought to strive for mediocrity. Difference, yet alone greatness had always been shun by those close to him. But this girl she was different and reeked of sexiness, talent, and greatness. Well now or never he ditched his loser 'friends' and took a seat about two yards away from Rena. Rena thought flawless execution now for the kill. All I have to do is lead him on to the breaking point he had no chance of winning from the start. She stood up and walked up to the bar. She was right next to him, only a pair or so of inches away in fact, and began to try and catch a bartender. "Hello." Jason offered. "Have we met?" Rena said in a tone that should fire down Jason's enthusiasm. "No, actually we haven't. This is the first time I've come here I don't frequent bars and I don't think I've seen you on campus." Jason said unconscious of Rena's attempts to shoot him down. Rena was surprised that move alone should have made her dominate this conversation. "Well hello then .My name is Rena. I finished my study that's why I'm hardly on campus anymore." Rena said mater-of-factly. "My name is Jason. So you've finished already. I have a long way to go I'm still not done with my Bachelors and then theirs the Masters and my PhD." "That certainly is a long list kiddo." "Yep, bartender two gin and tonics make them doubles." Rena was surprised to notice the bartender herd his request just fine and seem to be poring them drinks. "You didn't ask what I liked." Rena said. "Sorry about that booze is booze to me. That list of mine really is long.". " You haven't asked." Rena responded losing her will to come up with snappy come backs. "About what?" Jason asked absent mindedly. "My tail." Rena felt awkward here is this male thing who was obviously interested but had now seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and was completely unaffected by her advances. "Your tale what is that some kind of prop. I mean like part of your costume." Jason was actually in a mix of worries his ambiguous future side by side to the fact he was failing at even some mild flirting. Rena undeterred began "Wrong you have to more guesses." A flash of light hit Rena's eyes and Jason noticed something very odd no contact. He had noted Rena's eyes had contacts the made it seem as though her eyes had slit pupils like a cat or a snake but Rena he could tell wasn't warring any contacts. "What... What happened to your eyes?!" Jason exclaimed. "The same thing that happened to my tail, silly." Rena said with a giggle and touched his leg with her tail. She did not know why she had let down her defenses it might have been the concern in his voice. What ever it was she was glad to have let them down. "I'm a catgirl you dope." Rena continued. "You're a what?", Jason stumbled out. "Purr, meow, insert onomatopoeia here catgirl. I went to a genetic splicer and got turned into what you see before you", Rena answer very annoyed at Jason's indirectness. "But why? I mean sorry it's just that you know. I mean you seem I don't know... It's odd I mean" Jason continued to stumble. "I walked up here and thought she is so beautiful. And I didn't think. That's why I believed you where wearing a costume and freaked out when I saw you weren't wearing contacts." For some reason Rena's anger at Jason had been tempered by his apology, after all it sounded and although Rena could not tell was completely sincere. "So lover boy what kept you from asking about my 'costume'?" Rena asked just to have something else to talk to Jason about. "I would have but you caught me off guard with your questions. Now that you bring it up how does that work I mean getting your genes spliced seems like something that would be all over the news?." Jason asked very curiously. Rena explained to him all the tidbits about the government hold back with animal gene therapy and the lousy website. After that they talked about politics, which lead to family and then food and so on. An hour passed and then two. Both of them felt they had had enough of the bar seen about an hour ago, but weren't ready to part there separate ways. Jason innocently offered coffee and sandwiches at his place and Rena excepted, although once again she didn't no why it was so hard to place misgiving on Jason he always seem true with his intentions. On the walk back Jason saw Rena shivering and placed his sweater on her and they looked into each others eyes for a while then broke eye contact and kept walking it wasn't exactly far but they walked slowly so they ended up taking a good while getting to Jason's off campus apartment. Jason searched for his keys and dropped them "Woops" he said crouched down and picked them off the floor. Rena met him up with a light kiss. Then the light kiss became a deep one. Rena felt that if she didn't do something soon she would have had to slap him for being such a fool. Again and again there lips met. Jason found his keys and unlocked the door by memory alone of course for he couldn't really see what he was doing. "So you don't want coffee?" Jason joked. Rena continued to kiss Jason deeply and passionately. Jason like I had mentioned before was very much overwhelmed by this turn of events he rarely had guest much less of the opposite sex even less common still this one seemed to be interested in him. How odd he thought for this beautiful woman to like him he always thought of himself as undesirable although he wasn't certain what made him so. Although Jason had little time for these thoughts his shirt was already missing and he noticed that Rena's blouse had started to become undone. She was playing with his more or less smooth chest and paying tortures attention to his nipples and then sliding her paws down to his waste feeling his pelvis and tracing it to the bottom of his lower back then up and around and back to his solid chest. He helped her out with the buttons of her blouse and began to cares the curves of her waste and back slowly as to not ruin the moment he plucked the pins of her bra and helped her out of that. Her fur was driving him mad it was soft and supple and smelled of femininity and jasmines. He pressed his hands on her breast they where average in size but more beautiful then most, in shape and feel, and defiantly more beautiful than all that he had ever had the pleasure of knowing. She began to lick at the back of his ears while she played with his hair this left his head squarely over her breast and he took the opportunity to lightly suck and lick at her nipples giving them light nibbles in-between. While his mouth entertained her breast his hand went down her back unzipped her white cotton skirt and eased it to the floor letting his hands feel up the outside of his legs as he came up. He noticed her sandals had been conveniently left behind near the door. They had slowly progressed to the bed of Jason's room that had miraculously been left made for the most part. Rena pushed Jason onto the bed. And licked and kissed him down his chest to the seem of his pants and undid the button of his pants with her teeth and then preceded to remove his shoes this time with her hands she returned to the zipper of Jason's pants and began to undo that. Jason took off his socks with his feet so they would not be in the way. Rena slowly lowered Jason's pants and caressed his legs as she stood up she slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them her tail kept rhythmic balance with her movements and seem to be hypnotizing Jason with its sway to and fro black as night and fluttered like a butterfly in mid-flight. Jason was being driven wild with lust, he could hardly contain himself and neither could his boxers that where vainly trying to cover his erection. Off they went as Jason's desperation began to mount. But Rena understood and began to lick and roll his testis heavy with lack of attention. Between his legs no spot was safe from her greedy tonguing except that is for the prominent feature of the seen. Rena pulled away Jason took the chance to exact vengeance for the torture his lover had applied on him. Just as meticulously Jason licked and explored every crevasse of her womanhood being ever so careful as to not trespass the folds only the ridges. Rena could bare the torture no longer so she moved her body just right and Jason's tongue slipped in. Having lost the battle he decided to suck and lick with true vigor and he did. He took the lips of her pussy and dedicated time to each one a suck here a nibble there and then he would trace it all the way to Rena's clity and then Rena would purr and plead for mercy. Jason now felt the necessity of the moment and could hold himself back no longer. He crawled up Rena's body slowly with out forgetting to lavish it like the trophy it was. He aligned there body in the way nature intended and inserted himself in her. He almost lost himself to her warm wetness, the way it pulsated and sucked on his member, but then what fun would there be in that. So he waited for himself to return to a calmer state. Then he began to pump his hips back and forth in rhythm to her internal strokes and the movement of her own hips. Jason began to trace Rena's body with his hands it was vibrating with her constant purr. As he began to feel the fur of her supple breast once again he noticed Rena's tail was stroking his testis and his back to and fro, back and forth. The sensation of her tale fur was to much and as he entered the zone of the return. The stroking of his balls, the sensation of the walls of her pussy squeezing his shaft, his own rhythmic trusting. Suddenly as he was about cum Rena forced her claw against the wall of her pussy and they both yelled out with the force of there orgasms. Rena and Jason lay panting in each others arms they kissed again and the nodded off to sleep.

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Title: Getting Closer by mkcompy Tags: Anal, Feline, Gay, Gay Relationships, M/M August 19th Broke down yesterday. Cried in Brandon's arms for nearly ten minutes. We went back to his place and he pampered me and tried to make me feel better. It worked, a little bit. He's so nice. I love him so much. At least I feel better today. I guess I got everything out that needed to get out. Even told Brandon I was a werewolf... Not directly of course. There was a lot of bawling and I said something along the lines of "I'm a monster!" God, he probably thinks I'm such a wuss now. Dad isn't talking to me. He found out I'm bisexual... well, no. He thinks I'm gay. It's fine with me. As long as he still knows I exist and need food and shelter I'll be okay. I'll talk to him later. August 20th Talked with dad this morning. Got a few things straightened out. I can tell he still doesn't like it, but tough luck for him. I'm going out with a beautiful male, and he's just going to have to accept that. He wants to see Brandon, although he certainly made it obvious to me that it's only for my "safety". Yeah right. He just wants to see Brandon so he can try to rip us apart I bet. August 21st God, it's getting closer and closer, the full moon. I've calmed down a bit, learned to accept it for now. I just hope nothing will go wrong on that night. Probably just jinxed myself. Anyways, got a date with Brandon soon, in about an hour or so. I wonder what we're doing tonight? Brandon wouldn't give me any details. He told me it'd be a surprise. He wants me to meet him at the park though. Alex sighed, tapping the pen to the paper a few times, then standing up and closing up the notebook with the pen inside it. He stuffed it in his drawer and locked it up, then headed out to the hallway. "Going out with Brandon?" A voice said behind him, his father's. Alex didn't look back, but nodded in response, walking to the bathroom to check himself in the mirror. Those green eyes of his were getting brighter and brighter it seemed. He headed back into the hallway and waved to his dad without looking as he started for the door. "Bye." His father replied glumly. At least waiting for Brandon at the park wasn't too bad, and when the white feline showed up, Alex instantly launched himself into his arms, nuzzling against Brandon lightly. "C'mon, what's the surprise, what's the surprise?" He asked anxiously, looking up into Brandon's eyes. "This." Brandon said, worming an arm free of Alex's grasp and digging in his pocket, pulling out a small blue square wrapper. He waited quietly for the thought to dawn on Alex. Alex stared at the blue square, somewhat confused, Then he started to notice the writing on it, as well as the tell-tale circular bulge. He blushed furiously and Brandon laughed heavily. "So? Do you want to? If not I've got other things we could do. I just thought, you know, since you were so down a few days ago, maybe I could hump-, I mean bump, your spirits up?" He suggested with a grin that said the slip of words was not entirely by accident. Alex didn't answer for a moment, then smiled. "I... yeah, lets do... that." He said quietly, being bashful. "Do what?" Brandon asked, grinning evilly. "You... you know." Alex said quietly, shuffling his feet and staring at them. Brandon rolled his eyes and put his hand under Alex's chin, pulling it up to stare him in the eyes. "Do what?" He asked again. Alex didn't answer, standing still as a statue in Brandon's hand for a good minute. The silence was becoming increasingly awkward, and Alex finally spoke. "Sex." He whispered. Brandon let him go and grinned. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you over the bee buzzing a mile away. Could you speak up? What do you want to do?" He asked, teasing Alex more. Alex, unfortunately due to his new curse, was becoming short tempered, and felt a growl building in his chest. He suppressed it quickly though with thoughts of him and Brandon in a bed, his virginity being taken. "Let's, let's have..." Alex paused, looking up at Brandon again. "...never mind." He said, sighing. Brandon looked a little disappointed, but shrugged and smiled regardless, sliding the condom back into his pocket. "Maybe later sweetie." He said to Alex quietly, tousling his boyfriend's hair a bit. "Well, what do you say we go eat then? I'm starved, and maybe some food in your belly will loosen you up some." He started walking towards a diner just across the park, and Alex quickly caught up, wrapping an arm around Brandon's. Brandon smiled and looked down to Alex, "Oh sweetie, you've never done that before. I knew I'd get you to open up eventually. Now we just need to get you a liiiittle bit more outgoing and we're all set to go. They stepped through a group of trees in the park, and suddenly Alex looked up to Brandon. "Let's, let's h-have sex." He said boldly and suddenly, still walking with Brandon. Brandon on the other hand, nearly stumbled, and looked down at Alex wide-eyed. "Who are you and what have you done with my sweet, shy boyfriend?" He asked incredulously. Alex blushed deeply again and looked down. "Never mind." He said again, studying his feet once more. "No no no, you said you wanted to have sex. Do you really want to or not? I can totally wait if you want me to you know." Brandon said, stopping at the edge of the grouping of trees they were passing through. Alex stood there for a moment. "Yes. I do." He said, nodding, still not looking at Brandon. Brandon grinned and laughed a little bit. "Say let's have sex one more time for me, pleeeeeease?" Brandon begged, still grinning widely. Alex felt himself blush heavily again and shook lightly. "L-let's have..." He paused for a moment, looking up at Brandon, then away again. "Let's have, sex." He said, quieter this time. Brandon made a short, high-pitched squealing sound and wrapped his arms around Alex tightly, squeezing him tightly for a few seconds. "Oh my god I can't believe you said that for real! I'm so proud of you! You've gone from little shy boy to big, bold man in only a few weeks!" He said, sounding almost like a father to Alex. Alex groaned and pushed away from Brandon. "Stop it." He complained. "I just... All I did was say... that." He said, muttering darkly to himself for a moment. "C'mon, stop. Let's just go eat." He said, pulling on Brandon's arm to get him moving again. Brandon laughed and let himself be pulled along. "So sweetie, what do you want to be? The top or the bottom? Have you had sex before?" He asked, suddenly aware that he might be dealing with a virgin. Alex sighed and didn't respond for a moment, but finally spoke again as soon as they stepped out of the trees. "Bottom, and... no." He said, the second part quieter than the first. He really did want to be on bottom, submissively taking it from Brandon, just like in his dream about a week ago. He wanted to be fucked, he just felt that it was his spot to be. Maybe some other time he'd be "on top" but for his first time, he wanted to take it. Brandon cooed and pulled Alexander closer to him, hugging him tightly as the two walked to the diner, which was now in view. "Aww, that's so sweet. Well I'll try to go really, really easy on you, okay? I'm kinda... big though, I hope that's not a problem?" He asked. Alex blushed again and shook his head no, remaining silent as the two crossed the street and entered the diner. They quickly took a spot in a booth near the door, taking opposite sides on it. Alex was further from the door, Brandon had his back to it. Alex, not wanting to continue the blatant sex conversation in an area with the people around, started to bring up a slightly different topic. "So, are you... safe? Like... no, uhm... diseases or anything?" He asked. Brandon nodded. "Alex, I'm a nurse, you think I wouldn't at least remotely be health conscious? That was more to suggest the idea to you than anything else, and yes, I'm clean. Tested just a few days after meeting you actually. Though if you want, I can use that, if it will make you feel better." He offered, smiling. "I've got no doubt that you're clean, since you're virgin and all. Though there are things you can be born with. I'd like you to be tested before I let you top me without a rubber on." He said, nodding. Alex nodded, still not too comfortable with the topic at hand. "You don't have to use it if you don't want to. I've heard it's... uhm... that it, dulls the fun." He said quietly. "And, okay, I'll get tested, I promise." He said, nodding once more. He changed the topic once more, "By the way... My dad, he wants to meet you." He said. The waitress came over and handed out menus and silverware to the two gentlemen and smiled, "Hello gentlemen, what can I get you to drink?" She asked. Brandon answered first with a request for Dr. Pepper, but unfortunately the diner didn't have it, and he ended up ordering lemonade instead. Alex ordered Sprite, then started looking through the menu. Once the waitress left, Brandon spoke up again. "I know he does, you told me over the phone. Let's go to my place first so we can have some privacy, then we'll head over to your place once we've recovered and cleaned up a bit. Unless of course your daddy wouldn't mind hearing your lustful moans of passion and your bed rocking." Brandon said, laughing a little bit. Alex smiled, but shook his head. "Not funny. I think he'd definitely consider pointing that gun of his at the both of us if we did that." He said. "I'd prefer not to have a bullet hole anywhere on my body, and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't either." He added. "Oh I dunno about that. It might be a good conversation starter, you know?" Brandon answered, grinning mischievously. "Get one through the ear or something." He added, making Alex laugh a little bit. Their drinks were brought to them and the two ordered their meals, talking more on random things. They learned very little about each other really, other than when each others birthday was. Brandon insisted on paying the check, but finally agreed that each would pay their own after a bit of argument from Alex, as well as some under-table kicking. "Damnit you kick hard for such a scrawny boy." Brandon complained as they made their way back to his apartment, arm in arm, snuggling together as they walked. "Waaaa waaaa." Alex mocked, sticking his tongue out at Brandon, who promptly stuck his own tongue out at Alex. They both laughed a bit. It wasn't far of a walk to get to Brandon's apartment, and after finishing up a discussion they started to get ready for their little romp in the bed. Much to Alex's surprise, Brandon insisted on giving him an enema. After much embarrassment and teasing, the two boys laid naked on Brandon's bed, lips locked together in a passionate kiss. It lasted for a while, and Alex didn't want it to stop, which was apparent when Brandon tried to pull away and Alex followed with him until he was pushed back onto the bed. "I see someone likes. Well, we'll have to do something more fun... This is your last chance Alex. Are you sure you want to have sex?" Brandon asked, making sure for the third time since they'd gotten to his small home. Alex nodded in response, and Brandon smiled. "And are you sure you want to be on bottom, even after seeing this thing?" He asked, one hand displaying his somewhat larger than normal cock. Alex guessed it was in the range of seven or eight inches long, and when he'd gotten a chance to play with it, he hadn't even been able to get his fingers to touch when they wrapped around it. He thought for a few seconds, then nodded again. Brandon nodded in response and grabbed a large bottle of lubricant he'd placed on his bedside table. "And do you want me to use the condom, or would you prefer to go bare?" He asked. Alex remained silent for a while, then answered, "Bare," in a nearly silent voice. Brandon nodded and flicked the blue wrapper off the bedside table onto the ground, pumping a squirt of lube into his left hand. He stroked his own cock, then got a few more squirts and rubbed those in, coating his cock in the slick liquid. Once the thing was nearly dripping lube, he looked towards Alex. With his right hand he lifted Alex's legs and then spread the right one. "Spread ‘em." He said, and Alex complied, lifting and spreading his legs to reveal the tight entrance that Brandon was meant to fit in. Alex's tail twitched left and right in nervousness, he was unable to control it as it writhed. Brandon's left hand touched to his hole and surrounding area. He slid a finger around, twirling it about Alex's hole, then suddenly plunged a digit inside the hole. Alex gasped and squirmed a bit as Brandon started to wiggle the finger, then drew it out. Alex almost relaxed, but gasped and was put on edge again as Brandon stuffed two fingers quickly into his hole. This time Brandon spread his fingers as far as he could while drawing out, then repeated his action with the two fingers a few more times. Alex slowly felt himself adjusting to the sensation, but before he could get entirely accustomed, three fingers plunged into him, spreading as wide as they could as they pulled out of him, then spearing into him again to repeat the action. They hadn't even officially started yet, and already Alex was hard and pleased. A light purring started coming from him. Brandon laughed, "Already?" He said, repeating his stretching with his fingers a few more times. He squirted one more dollop of lube onto his hand and spread it in Alex, then wiped his fingers on the bed sheets. "Ready?" He asked, hoisting Alex up by his butt lightly. His tail went off to the left and continued twitching back and forth. Alex nodded and kept his eyes closed, not wanting to see his lover entering him. He felt it slide against his tailhole, then start to press against it. It pressed more, and more, and then Alex felt it sliding in, slipping ever so slowly into his tight butt. He gasped lightly and Brandon told him to relax a few times before he started pressing in again. A very slight pain started to buzz around the ring of muscles, but he tried hard to just relax and let it happen, the pain hovering at about the same magnitude. He felt a little bit of a sliding action, and then the penis stopped moving. "Okay sweetie, the big part is all in. Are you alright?" Brandon asked. Alex opened his eyes, looking past his own hard cock at Brandon's chest, as if he could suddenly look through his own stomach and see the cock pressed into his ass. "Yeah." He said with a nod, laying back again. "Tell me when I can go on." Brandon said. It took Alex a minute, but he nodded. "Go, go ahead." He said, and felt the cock slide further, further into his hole. It kept going at its slow pace, making Alex's mind go nuts as he tried to imagine how much of it had actually gone in him. After what seemed like forever the sliding stopped, and Alex felt something bumping against... something in his body. It felt like the dick was way up into him, way longer than it should be, and Brandon gave a small hump that made Alex squirm, then slowly pulled out. During the second slow slide in, Brandon paused about midway in. "Alex... You didn't tell me you were mixed." Brandon said, staring down at him. "What? I'm not mixed." Alex said, opening his eyes. "Yes you are. You're part inu. You must be, to have a knot..." Brandon said, reaching a hand out to touch it. "What?!" Alex said in surprise, sitting up quickly, ignoring the unpleasant poking of a dick in an awkward position as he saw for himself the small knot starting to form just barely. "It's no big deal. I've just never seen one before. It's cute." He said, stroking it lightly. Alex felt pleasure burst through his head and he laid back, moaning loudly. "Oh! Oh my! Sensitive." Brandon said, smiling devilishly. Alex didn't have time to panic, and once the fog of pleasure passed from his mind, he worried lightly, but reasoned quickly that Brandon thought he was just part inu. There was no thought that Alex was a monster gladly. Brandon merely continued the slow fuck with a slightly bigger smirk on his face, looking at Alex's slowly inflating knot as he did, instead of Alex's face. Alex laid back and shut his eyes, relaxing as best as he could for now, since the fucking wasn't going to stop. He felt the full feeling again, and moments later soft fur brushed against his own on his butt. Alex's eyes shot open again and Brandon was smiling at him. "All in. Ready to start?" He asked. "We hadn't started yet?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "Not with the good stuff." Brandon answered, drawing out once more. "Ready?" Alex nodded, and then felt as Brandon almost violently slammed into him, making him arch his back and moan loudly. The pounding didn't end there, Brandon pulled out and thrust into his kitty's bum again and again and again. The smaller feline mewing and moaning in pleasure. A few twinges of pain here and there were nothing bad compared to the great joy of having a big male stuffing him so full. A big male that he could readily say he loved. After a couple minutes Alex didn't even feel pain. There was only Brandon, thrusting into his ass quickly, drawing out just as quickly. The thrusting went on for what felt like forever until Brandon seemed to be getting more erratic, more violent. A few more humps, and then Brandon pulled himself far into Alex, his cock throbbing wildly. Alex felt it pulse, and then there was a sensation that he was being filled up. Brandon was cumming, filling him up. Then he didn't even feel that as two fingers stroked the thick knot that he'd formed, and within a minute of Brandon's release, Alex shot his own load. He gasped and moaned in pleasure, thinking they were done afterwards. He shut his eyes and sighed contently, and felt Brandon slide out of him slowly. "Ready for round two?" Brandon asked. Alex's eyes shot open. After they had their very long romp in bed, the two lovers laid exhausted next to each other, Brandon was still panting lightly. Alex was quiet, but looked like a total mess. His bum was just barely leaking Brandon's fluids onto the bed after multiple orgasms. His chest was covered in his own seed, having done just as many orgasms as Brandon had. The knot on his dick was somewhat swollen still. "So? You're part inu?" Brandon spoke after what seemed like forever. "No." "Then why do you have a knot?" "It's... complex. You wouldn't believe me." "Do you just not want to say?" "Kinda." "Okay, well, let's get you cleaned up, and me too. We'll need to hurry for your daddy." Brandon said, grinning evilly. "Oh shut up." Alex groaned, sitting up. He sighed contently and stood up, and Brandon followed suit on the opposite side of the bed. "Well, you can shower first, you're messier." Brandon said, waving Alex towards the bathroom. Alex didn't complain, making his way to the bathroom, where he cleaned up, showering off the cum he'd acquired over their two hour fucking. He didn't expect it to be that long, but Brandon sure had stamina to spare it seemed. The bigger boy was wanting to continue, but Alex finally had to say stop, he was exhausted. He hurried up and got out, drying off thoroughly before he got dressed again and went back into Brandon's bedroom. He inspected the mess on the sheets from their various positions, then walked out into the living room, seeing Brandon still naked and waiting with a towel over his shoulder. The two walked to Alex's house in near silence. Alex was dry by now, but Brandon was just slightly damp still. They walked inside, and Alex instantly let go of Brandon's hand, searching for his father. "Hey dad! Brandon's here." Alex yelled. "Let's go in the kitchen." Alex said, grabbing Brandon's hand again and leading him into the kitchen. August 22nd Oh... my... god... We had sex!!! Real sex! I didn't dream it this time! We fucked and fucked and fucked for like two hours! It was so wonderful! Though my bum is a little sore at the moment... Oh well, it was wonderful! Me and him were meant to be! And I think dad sees it too, he talked with Brandon for a while, and then let him go when he needed to get gone. He hasn't said any jackass remarks the entire night. Oh I'm just so happy! August 25th Whoops, forgot to write in here for a few days. Not much has happened really. I want to have sex with Brandon again, but he says that I have to be tested before he'll do anything else with him. I'm going to do that tomorrow... Maybe. August 26th I'm clean, and to celebrate that, we screwed again! Second time! I got to be on top this time... I didn't know what I was doing until Brandon pointed out that he'd prefer not to be knotted to me. Heh, guess I got a little carried away. He says I'm okay, but I dunno. I'm kinda doubting that. Maybe I'm just being nervous or something. Well whatever, we fucked again, and we switched places too. I stayed over at his place. We both fell asleep in the middle of some movie he wanted me to see. Some weird show about an evil scientist or something. August 29th Whoops, forgot yesterday. I'm getting kinda nervous now. The sex has kept my mind off it, but I've always remembered it. It scares me to death... I'm going to have to figure out something. I think I'll talk to that one lady again. The stupid bitch that bit me. Whatever her name is. September 1st Oh god, oh god. It's tomorrow. She wouldn't tell me anything when I went to visit her a couple days ago. She just told me the same old bullshit from the first time I met her... and she gave me some weird plant and told me to hold it by my nose when I started to change. Dunno what it is. I'll try it though. As for the battle plan, I'm going to stay in my room after five tomorrow. I had to decline a date with Brandon. He sounded worried about me. I'd told him I had something planned, but he saw through it I think. Maybe it was the tone of my voice. I hope tomorrow won't be too bad. An hour or so ago my body started to ache. My head hurts and I feel... The writing got more scratchy afterwards, and Alex eventually passed out at his desk. To be expected, considering he'd been sitting there awake since eleven o'clock and it was nearly nine in the morning now.

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Title: Don't Start What You Can't Finish Ch. 02 Tags: anal, oral, club, dance, spanking From one perspective, it was unfortunate that daydreaming was all I had for a couple of days. We both had our kids, and so needless to say having no-holds-barred, screaming orgasm sex was kind of out of the question. And we missed each other when one was running out to pick up a kid or to head to work or school or whatever. Pretty typical - sometimes we ran into each other a lot, other times we'd go several days before running into each other. A slightly different perspective was that it was probably a good thing, because we were both totally worn out after Saturday night and Sunday morning. And for my part, I didn't know where that night put us - we hadn't had any kind of dating relationship before spending Saturday night/Sunday morning together having (for me) absolutely mind-blowing sex. Monday was a typical office day - I worked on an appellate brief that was coming due, reading a lot and scribbling some ideas on paper. Well, on a laptop, but you get the idea. My son and I then had a nice quiet night at home, with nary a peep from downstairs. Jeannette and I had texted a couple of times, but nothing serious - the typical "how goes your day" stuff we exchanged anyway. So I was glad when we ran into each other again as we were picking up mail. It was another beautiful, albeit hot, day, and there were beads of perspiration on her brow. "Hi Mark!" she beamed. "Hi there!" I said back. "Enjoying the heat?" "Hardly. You?" I laughed. "Hardly - anything above about 80 is too warm for me." She laughed in turn. "I know what you mean - that's partly why I moved here. Want a beer?" "Sure - that'd be great. No Brandon?" "Mom picked him up - he's staying with them for dinner and then she's bringing him back." "Gotcha." By now we had made it back to our building and were walking into her apartment. As I glanced around, her apartment looked the same. Same pictures, same furniture in the same location, etc. It was tidy - probably more tidy than my apartment upstairs, though I had managed to get more artwork up on the walls. She dropped her mail on the table in the hallway and kicked off her heels, depositing them on a mat under the mail table. She was wearing an ivory colored suit of what looked like linen - a nice, light fabric for the heat. It was just the right complement to her skin, and it let you know she had a terrific figure without being forward. "Flattering" would be a good description. She had her hair pulled up, and as she walked into the kitchen area she undid it and let it fall to her shoulders. "What would you like? I've got . . . " "Whatever you grab first is fine." From experience I knew it was likely to be a Blue Moon, which was fine. Not one of the craft beers Colorado was known for, but nice and refreshing on such a hot day. And I wasn't terribly interested in the beer in any event. She opened two and handed me one. "Long day?" I asked. She nodded as moved to her couch and sat down, putting her feet up on the coffee table. "Oh yeah. Thought we had a client signed, and they want more information." I had to smile ruefully. "I know exactly how that goes. Story of my work life." As an appellant consultant, lawyers always wanted to know if they were going to win or not. Since it was impossible to say, they had to be satisfied with "You never know what an appellate court will do, but . . . " She laughed softly. "Yep, I bet you do! How about you?" "Oh, it was fine. Started working on a new case. I'd like to think they have a pretty good chance - but who knows." Jeannette looked over at me - I was sitting on the same couch, but not too close, as I didn't want to assume anything. "And it's hard getting Saturday night out of my head . . . " We locked eyes. "I know what you mean. Do you think that counted as finishing what we started?" "Was that the finish? Or was that just the start?" I had wondered that myself. "Tell you the truth, I don't know. I'd like to think that wasn't the finish - but I had no idea what you thought." She nodded slightly, her bell of dark blonde hair jiggling just a bit. "I was a bit overwhelmed, and didn't know what you thought either. What DO you think?" "Well, there's a wide range of possibilities." Jeannette nodded again a bit, with a "keep going" gesture. "One would be to pretend it never happened and to keep going as we did before. Not sure how well that would work, but it is a possibility. I suppose the opposite of that would be to run down to the courthouse and get married." She was looking at me intently. "Are those it?" "Oh, hell no. We could say it was the beginning of a romantic relationship, building on the friend relationship we already had. We could also keep each other as FWBs . . . " Jeannette interrupted, "Oh, like fuck buddies?" I nodded. "Yep. 'Friends with benefits.' Or we could act like we've been doing that all along, or pretend it never happened and go our separate ways. A lot of it depends on what you want - this is not a one-person decision." She smiled a bit at that. "What would your preference be? I kinda doubt you want to run to the courthouse, and it seems silly to try to pretend like it never happened." My turn to smile a little. "Yep. You might find that you don't like how I roll the toothpaste tube, or how I make coffee, or something silly like that. What about you?" "Hmmmm. Well, definitely don't want to pretend like it never happened - I've never had a night like that before. I'm not ready to go get married again - no offense - so something in the middle." "The good news is that we get to decide what we want it to be. So what would it look like for you?" She paused thoughtfully, sipping her beer as she did. "I have to ask - did I ask if you'd take Rachel and let me watch? I think I remember asking you that and then really wishing I hadn't." I nodded. "You did, but I kinda chalked it up to sex brain. I get the same way." She plowed on. "Well, I do like watching, and didn't know how you felt about exploring and didn't want to cross a line." "Oh, don't worry about that - I like exploring and am hard to offend. I also didn't know if you were still going out with . . . was Mike his name?" "Yep, that was him. No, I let that go a little too long. Funny thing is that we were supposed to go out Saturday night and he cancelled via a text - said he had a family thing come up. I sent it on to Rachel, and she was the one who put Saturday night together, and who suggested we invite you." "Ah! So that was part of what was going on?" I asked. "Yep, I thought she was going to hook up with you, especially when you went out to 'rescue' her from her ex. Tracy and I were going to push you out of her car when we got back here. So Rachel was disappointed - to say the least - to go home alone." "Did you fill her in on the rest of the night?" "We're girls. Of course - though not in the details." She smirked just a little bit. "And now Mike, of course, wants to go out again." "I bet he does! What'd you tell him?" "I just said maybe and that I'd get back to him." She sipped again. "I'm not that into him - nice enough guy, but a bit . . . flaky even if he is pretty. And the family thing that came up - who knows? He hasn't said anything about what that was about." I digested all that for a minute. "So you haven't said your preference, or if you even have one." She grinned. "You haven't either, buster!" "True that. I'd vote for saying it's the start of something. We've been friends for a while, and if it starts to get too weird we'd have a chance at falling back to that." She cocked her head at me. "Would you want to be able to date other people? Because I know a couple of women who want to." "Hell, I don't know. I've never been here before. It seems silly to date anyone else, don't you think?" "Maybe, but since we're not running to the courthouse . . . I don't know. I've never been here either, and having just gotten divorced I haven't been looking for any kind of serious relationship, which is what I think we'd be diving in to. And I'm not good at dating more than one at a time, unless I'm sharing, and even then I still know who I'm with." She drained her beer and got up to get another. "Ready for another?" I tipped my bottle up and finished it. "You bet." She brought a pair over and sat down, closer together this time. "Cheers!" She clinked her bottle against mine and took a sip. "It might be Coors, but this is still pretty good." I nodded. "I like it, but then I drink Dos Equis because their radio commercials are THAT good. I think you know I'm far from a beer nerd. Coffee, yes. Beer, not so much." She laughed. "Yeah, I guess I do know that. Didn't mean to get so serious on you - it's not like either one of us have never gotten carried away and had sex before. Even if that was the single best night I've ever had." She tilted her head inquisitively as she looked at me. "Well, can't argue that! Any of it, actually." I emphasized "any" just a bit. "Yeah, right - I bet you tell all the girls that. It's OK, it's what guys do." She laughed. "You laugh. Ha. But it's true. That was truly spectacular." Another thought occurred to me. "Hey, while we're being serious, it never occurred to me to ask if we're protected. I don't know how much I came, but it was way more than I ever have before. I'm sorry I didn't even ask or do anything before we got so far." "Oh, I think we're fine. I'm not on anything, but I should start my cycle any day. So time-wise it'd be a miracle - and it was hard for me to get pregnant in the first place. Oh, and you DID come a lot - I was leaking for days." She gave a sly grin. "I rather liked it." "Oh, naughty girl!" I smiled. "I love hearing that . . . very hot imagining you giving a presentation to a COO and feeling something leaking and running down your leg . . . " We'd moved closer together so we were now almost touching - but not quite. And my body was wide awake and ready. "I'll start the pill again - I've got a stash and it works really well for me. I know you're a great dad, but let's not go there, at least not accidentally." "I'd say I'm happy to use condoms, but I'd be lying - I don't know anybody who likes them. But I'm more than willing if you'd prefer." "Oh, hell no - I hate them. Sounds like we've at least decided we're open to a repeat, eh?" "Evidently! Not that I was ever opposed . . . Oh, here's another very un-romantic thought - do you want me to be tested for anything? The military tests for some things, and I'd be happy to go get those results. Think about it and let me know - I don't have any problem doing that." Jeannette put her head back and laughed. "You know, that's actually one of the more romantic things I've heard. No, don't worry about it - and the same goes for me - happy to be tested for anything. Believe it or not, I'm very careful with who I sleep with. As long as my cycle shows up I think we're fine." She glanced over at the clock. "Brandon won't be home for a while - want to go get some dinner?" "Sure - where? The Pub?" The Pub was a well-known local place that had pretty good food and was a five minute walk away. "Yeah, that sounds good. Let me change, though - I don't want to walk over there in this." "Ah, but it looks SO good!" I gave her a fake leer as she headed to her room. She laughed again. "I'd ask if you'd like to help, but I doubt we'd make it out the door." "Yeah, that's a safe bet. Probably a bit early for Brandon to get home and find us naked." "Tempting to think about, though!" She called through the doorway. I resisted temptation. "Damn right it is! That's why I'm staying out here." "Pity! Well, maybe next time." "You can count on it!" She came out of her room in a pair of shorts and a moderately tight blouse that showed off her form without shouting about it. She pulled on a pair of sandals, picked up a small purse, and said "Ready?" "Yep, let's go!" We headed out and had a good time. We didn't have a lot of time, since Brandon, her son, was due back around 7 or 7:30, so we just had a quick bite to eat and then headed back. It was a nice time, and it felt good. It was the kind of good you usually only reach in a relationship when you're past the point of wondering if you'll go out again, and start to build some confidence that it really is something. And while we flirted, we didn't talk about a whole lot of importance. It was your basic comfortable night out. We got back before Brandon did, so we kicked back on the couch and chatted while she waited for him to get there. At some point she put her foot out toward me and plopped it on my leg - the implicit request being pretty obvious. I massaged her foot and ankle for a while as we talked, switching to the other and finishing right before we heard her mom and Brandon arrive and open the door (her mom had a key). My being there was hardly a surprise - her mom and I had met several times - but her mom gave us both a piercing look as she came in and reported in on how Brandon had been. I made my excuses and headed upstairs, leaving the three of them as I thought about what we had talked about. I put some music on and sat down, getting up to replace the Stone Roses first album with something instrumental, which turned out to be a Bill Frisell album. So it sounded like we had managed to avoid getting pregnant, though her not being on anything surprised me a bit and my failure to stop to at least look for a condom bothered me - I'm usually far more responsible. Beyond that, it sounded like we were both kind of fishing around, each wanting the other to make the first declaration that we were either on the way to being a couple or already were. Then again, that's what I think I was hoping for. I had chalked up the entire Rachel discussion to sex brain, which I know has made me say some strange things. Then again, she had mentioned liking to watch. I let my brain churn on it for a while and then drifted off to change the music and answer a couple of phone calls. In the midst of one call, a text from her came in. "Saturday? Same group. In?" "Duh. What time?" was my response. "B rdy!" was what I got back. I still wasn't sure what we had decided - if anything. I didn't know if we had decided to start being a couple, or just dating, or just friends who had a spectacular night together. And she wasn't helping much - our conversation had been pretty inconclusive, at least to me. We didn't get a chance to talk or visit much the next few days - my son was with me and he kept me busy, as did work. He was flying off to visit my folks in California for a couple of weeks starting Friday, so I didn't have to think about a babysitter for Saturday. For her part, she had her son Brandon, and we just kept missing each other outside of texting and randomly running into each other while picking up mail. We'd both wink at each other when we ran into each other, and she did grab my butt one time when Brandon wasn't with her, but I was a bit disappointed we weren't able to connect, either with kids or without. I think we were both driving the other just a bit crazy knowing how close we were and not being able to do anything about it. I know that was true for me - and I still didn't know what would be happening Saturday, if anything, or even where we were going. Ah well! Whatever happened, it would probably be fun. And if I really really hoped we wound up together again, well, it was a great thing to daydream about. One of the more vivid memories I had was seeing her lying nude on her couch as I reached down to start sucking on her nipples and teasing her clit. Just gorgeous! Friday came and went, with my son flying off to California without a hitch and my folks picking him right at the gate. I knew he'd be having a fantastic time - he had a couple of cousins out there also who were close to his age, and they all got along well. The weather even cooperated - we got a break from the high 90s we'd been having, with temperatures falling to the lower 80s with some afternoon and evening thunderstorms. Saturday finally arrived, and I spent it doing a group bike ride of about 65 miles. The cooler weather helped a lot, and we took our time, getting back to the bike shop we left from before it got too hot and before any storms brewed up. I spent part of the rest of the day cleaning and doing laundry - if we wound up back here I figured I should be ready. Hope springs eternal, you know! I also ran out and met a friend for a quick dinner, getting a good size beef tenderloin for the protein I hoped I'd need later. Then it was time to head home and get ready. Jeannette had finally told me where we were planning on going - it was a techno club downtown called Pulse, which I'd been to in one of its former iterations. It had a well-earned reputation as a meat market - it was one (arguable) step below the area's swing club in terms of what you'd see happening on and off the dance floor. It was an interesting choice. We had all agreed that we'd carpool together again, with Rachel driving Tracy's car since it was big enough for us to fit in comfortably. I went down to Jeannette's a few minutes before we were supposed to be picked up, and as I knocked on the door I wondered what she'd be wearing. I didn't have to wait long - she answered the door almost instantly, like she'd been waiting. "Hi! Ready?" she burst out. I was dazzled. She was wearing what looked like a skintight black shiny dress that looked like leather, but wasn't. It absolutely hugged her form, and definitely drew attention. And that's before I noticed she was quite a bit taller and looked down to see matching black shoes with a good lift. Set against her pulled-back glowing dirty blonde hair and fair skin, she was a knockout and It took me about two seconds to give away that I was enormously turned on. I wanted to crush her in my arms and take her right there. "Wow - you look awesome!" I managed to say. She did her little pirouette, letting me see there wasn't much back to the dress, and that she wasn't wearing anything under it. "You like?" I pulled her to me and crushed her lips to mine, feeling her body responding against mine and her arms wrapping around me as we kissed fiercely. Right as she started to grind into me we heard a knock on the door. Both of our eyes opened - I hadn't even realized we'd closed them - and we heard her phone go off as a text arrived. We broke apart and she picked up her tiny purse - just big enough for a phone and a couple credit cards - and opened the door to see Tracy standing before us. "Hi guys! Ready?" I've said before that Tracy was pretty but not quite my type. I had to revise that - she was a vision in a form-fitting navy blue short dress that really teased you with her cleavage and showed off a perfect ass - tight, round, and just the right size. "Or should I leave you two alone for a while to get your freak out?" Tracy grinned - Jeannette and I were standing next to each other, each with an arm around the other, and it had to be obvious we'd just been kissing hard. In case anyone missed it, I was totally turned on, which was painfully visible, and Jeannette was breathing heavily and her nipples were poking through the thin material of her dress. "Nope, we're ready!" Jeannette said as her breath returned. She bent down to pick up her purse and gave me a great view of her breasts as she did. Tracy saw and just smirked. "Tracy - I gotta say: you look fantastic!" I said, figuring it would be a good diversion. "Thanks! You think so? Not too tight?" She smiled as she said it. "Hell, no - you should wear that anytime you want to raise the temperature in a room." Tracy laughed. "Thanks - I figured with where we're going it'd be appropriate. Probably would have been thrown out of the Rose. C'mon - Rachel's waiting - and probably very impatiently. She doesn't wait well." We made our way out of Jeannette's apartment, locking the door and heading out in the cool night to Tracy's car, where Jeannette and Tracy insisted I take the front seat. They probably just wanted to see if Rachel could raise my blood pressure any further - and the answer was yes. I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks. "Come on, get in! You can gawk at me all night." Rachel was smiling as she said it. She was wearing a skintight black dress that looked like it was made from vinyl - it was shiny. There was an oversized metal zipper running down the center front - I couldn't tell how far because she was sitting down. And she was wearing what looked like black mesh leggings with no shoes - which I later saw were in the passenger seat foot well. She looked absolutely radiant - her almost black hair pulled up and with just the barest touch of makeup. My jaw must have literally dropped - I felt Jeannette push me forward to the seat and laugh. "She looks pretty good, doesn't she? Hell, I could even do her!" She leered at me as she said it. We piled in to Tracy's car, and Rachel started driving. On the way, there was a lot of bantering, flirting, and a discussion of how to intervene if necessary. "OK, Mark, you need to dance with all of us so people there know we're a group." This from Tracy. "Ha. I dare say I can manage that," I said with a grin. "Such hardship. Going to be a lot of guys jealous that I'm with three such beautiful women . . . " Tracy grinned. "Well, wouldn't want you to have to be with three hags, would we? And we sure as hell wouldn't want to be with an old wizened man." Jeannette jumped in. "Ooh, 'wizened!' Word of the night - if anyone needs help, just say 'wizened' and we'll know." "I like it - not something you hear every day," from Rachel. "OK, that's settled, then, right?" "Well, assuming you can hear anything in there - it's pretty loud!" I put in. "Yeah, it is. Might have to just use the old 'help' look!" Tracy smirked again, like she'd never need any. Actually, she probably wouldn't - she had a bit of an edge to her that probably served her well in places like these. As we were driving to the club, which wasn't too far away, lightning started flashing to the west. While it wasn't unusual to see thunderstorms, it was slightly unusual to see them forming at 9 at night. Terrific light show. As we bantered around, we arrived - and saw nowhere to park and a long line at the door. "Just use valet - I've got it." I said. I had no interest in fumbling around looking for parking and then getting soaked with rain when we had to walk half a mile or whatever it would be. Tracy nodded. "Good idea - Rachel, valet is over there." Rachel already had us in the valet line, and even the valet was taken aback by how good she looked. As we got out of the car, you could tell people were checking the women out, even if this was a place where people tended to pretend to be not paying attention. But having been in places where your life could depend on noticing anything, I caught the furtive glances some guys threw their way, as well as the outright ogling a couple guys engaged in - and one in particular who just stared at Tracy, who saw and gave him a quick tight-lipped smile. Rachel took charge and said "I bought us tickets - they're at will call. Follow me!" We dutifully followed her as she made her way through the crowd in line to get in, and retrieved our tickets. She had sprung for VIP access, which basically meant a separate door and much shorter security screening, so we were in pretty quickly. Once, it was crowded - as in, packed. And loud, at least on the level we entered on. Jeannette motioned upwards and led us over to a staircase that we took to a third level. There were still lots of people, but we seemed to have left the 20somethings downstairs, and you could at least hear yourself think. I headed over to the bar to get drinks, and was waited on by a striking looking woman with green colored hair, which looked oddly terrific. I actually managed to get all four drinks back to the small half-circle booth the women had claimed without spilling them. Tracy stopped us from starting in on them, though - it was time for a toast. "To good friends, good times, and to having one hell of a night!" Tracy announced. Jeannette winked at me as we clinked our glasses, and I felt her hand on my thigh. Well, good! And then I felt another hand on my opposite thigh - which could only belong to Rachel, as she was sitting next to me. Wait, what? I did a double take, and sure enough, Rachel had her right hand on my left thigh, and Jeannette had her left hand on my right thigh, with Tracy next to Jeannette and almost across from me. Tracy decided to break the ice, and leaned in to Jeannette to say something. I saw Jeannette nod and then her voice was in my ear: "Tracy wants to dance." I nodded, and Jeannette got up, letting me slide out of our little booth. I felt Rachel's hand linger and provocatively brush my hip as I moved out. Tracy reached out for my hand and pulled me out, Jeannette sliding back in with Rachel. I had just a second to see those two gorgeous women sitting in the booth, one dirty blonde and one almost black hair, both dressed to absolutely kill. And then my attention was claimed by the woman in front of me, Tracy. While she usually wasn't quite my type, she looked fabulous. She was the shortest of our group at 5'6", but had a terrific figure - slim but perfectly curved. Her navy club dress was snug in all the right places, and I suspected it would be easy to get off and that she wasn't wearing much, if anything, underneath it. She was a lighter blonde than Jeannette, and her hair looked like spun gold. I didn't know if she'd done anything different to it or what, but she was a lot more attractive to me tonight than she'd been in the past. Maybe a techno club was just more her scene - she'd looked great when we were at the country dance club, but she looked far sexier tonight. I was immediately somewhat taken aback by the thought - I'd never thought of Tracy as someone I'd go after, even for a one night stand. And after last weekend with Jeannette, and our frustratingly inconclusive discussion the other day, I was wondering what the hell was going on. We started dancing, and even after just one drink Tracy was mighty flirty. She gyrated her hips sexily and shook her gorgeous boobs at me, all while looking straight into my eyes. I started returning the favor as best I could - I'm not a great dancer. We worked our way closer and closer until we were almost chest to chest, and then she started fluttering her hands down my sides, starting from my shoulders and finishing at my waist. I followed her lead, the tips of my fingers just grazing her ass as she kept our eyes locked together. I felt her fingers on my waist close a tiny bit, pulling me closer to her, feeling her heat and reveling in her scent and the look in her eyes. I followed the lead, pulling her closer until we actually were grazing each other, the thin material of her dress not doing a good job of concealing how hard her nipples were. It felt great to feel her body just grazing mine, her breasts brushing against my chest, her face just inches from mine, both of us smiling. As you can imagine, I was already hard, and it was only the first dance. I was surprised at how turned on I was - the pulsing music and dim lighting helped, but most of it was just Tracy. I felt a hand on my shoulder, and turned to see the other gorgeous blonde I was with. Jeannette leaned in and asked Tracy if she could cut in. Tracy nodded, and managed to blow in my ear before heading back to our table. It struck me that we hadn't said a word to each other. Jeannette looked radiant, and we started dancing closer together than Tracy and I had, which meant it took less time before our bodies were grazing against each other, with Jeannette taking particular care that her breasts rubbed against my chest, letting me feel just how thin her dress was - much like Tracy had done. I, in turn, made sure our groins came together so she could feel how turned on I was. She smiled, letting her hands roam down my back to my ass, giving me a squeeze and grinding her hips to mine. I let one hand slide down her spine to her ass and squeezed back, while my other hand reached up caressed her hair as I ran it up her spine. I felt her sigh and part her lips as she moved them to mine, and we locked in a passionate kiss that transported me back to her couch and bed. She broke away and leaned up to my ear. "Not yet! There's a lot of dancing to do . . . first." She grinned, and I could feel the excitement radiating from her. I just smiled. "And you never know - you might have to 'rescue' one of us again . . . " I flashed back to 'rescuing' Rachel the week before. A guy she'd dated wouldn't leave her alone, and I pretended to be the boyfriend. That involved making out while dancing, and it was all either of us could do to not tear each others' clothes off right there. "Ha! That was hardly a chore!" "Almost as bad as our nightcap?" Jeannette let her lips graze my ear as she said it. "Oh, no - that was much worse." I couldn't keep a straight face as I said it, and Jeannette laughed at me, giving my ass a squeeze and grinding her hips hard into me, feeling how hard I was. "Well, you have to dance with her, and you should definitely kiss her again - that was really hot to see." "You should have been there!" I said back. "What makes you think I haven't?" she shot back. "Really? Wow - that WOULD be something to see!" "Ha - just let your imagination work on that one . . . " she smirked. And right at that moment, as if on cue, Rachel came up and asked if she could join in. Jeannette let go of me and practically shouted to be heard over the music. "He's all yours! I'll go get the next round." And with that, Jeannette gave my ass one more squeeze and left me with Rachel. It was still all I could do to not gawk - she was gorgeous. I was dazzled. We started dancing and it didn't take long for us to wind up chest to chest, our hands slowly wandering over each other as we danced. There was a mischievous gleam in Rachel's eye that was exciting as hell. I started to run my hands up and down her spine, feeling her move even closer to me, now pressing her gorgeous breasts against me, letting me feel their firmness and her erect nipples, now protruding through whatever her dress was made of. I made a show of finding the oversized zipper and pretended to be lowering it as the music pounded and the lights danced. Rachel just inclined her head a bit and made a show of looking down and then winking at me. "Jeannette said she had a great time last week," Rachel had to almost shout - it seemed like the music had been turned up. "I know I did!" I said in return. "I bet! Willing to 'rescue' me again if need be?" she smiled as she said it, showing off a brilliant set of teeth. "Are you kidding? I could have stayed there all night . . . " "We should do that sometime!" She grinned. "Might just be fun! Don't you think Jeannette might get mad . . .? " "I doubt she would - I'm sure she'd understand." She grinned. Yikes - of course it'd be fun to find out, but Jeannette did live downstairs from me, and our kids were friends, and we had gotten together first, and I had no idea what the hell our status was. I wished to heaven that I'd gotten a more definite answer from Jeannette when we'd been talking earlier in the week. Meanwhile, Rachel had been letting her hands wander freely, up my back, squeezing my ass, around my sides, up and down my arms - you get the idea. And I had to admit I was completely turned on by Rachel - and, apparently, vice-versa. And she could tell, especially every time she ground her hips into mine. It seemed like a continuation from last week, picking right up where we'd left off. It was a bit strange - she obviously knew what had happened with Jeannette and wasn't backing off at all. Right when I had that thought, I saw a hand on her shoulder and a guy lean in and ask if he could dance with her. We looked up, startled a bit, and she nodded, breaking away from me. As she did, she leaned by my ear and just said "Stay close!" I nodded, and turned to pick up my drink, only to run right in to Tracy, who motioned back to the dance floor. I took her hand and twirled her around, giving her an obvious and exaggerated once over, followed by a thoughtful nod. She laughed, and returned the favor, making a show of closely studying me before mouthing "yep!" We'd danced for a couple of minutes, keeping on eye on Rachel, and doing our usual flirting, touching, and rubbing each other, when I saw Jeannette come up to us with a serious look on her face. She pulled Tracy aside and yelled that they'd be back in a minute. I just nodded, wondering about the look on Jeannette's face. I glanced over at Rachel, who seemed to be having a good time with the guy she was dancing with, and who I noticed she was not borderline groping, and headed back to our table. Jeannette and Tracy looked like they were about to get up to find me, and motioned me to sit down. Tracy leaned over to my ear and said that Jeannette's son Brandon had gotten sick - like throwing up sick - while at Jeannette's mom's house. Tracy was going to take Jeannette over to her mom's and then head home, since she lived near Jeannette's mom. I nodded my understanding as Tracy talked. Jeannette claimed my other ear. "Can you make sure Rachel gets home?" She lives south of us, close to the Tech Center." She grinned, I thought a bit wistfully. "Of course. I doubt she needs the help, though!" Jeannette laughed. "Oh, you might be surprised! Besides, you wound up rescuing me last week - only fair if it's her turn this week!" I was a bit confused. "I thought I 'rescued' her from the sorta ex last week?" Jeannette and Tracy both laughed. Jeannette kept going, "Well, that was a good start, but I'm sure she'd love the finish." She chuckled and started to nuzzle my ear and neck. "And maybe I shouldn't tell you this, but if you do, she likes it a little rough. Don't tell her I told you, though." My face must have given away my surprise at Jeannette's words, because Tracy laughed and rubbed her body up against mine, murmuring into my ear "Maybe next time . . . " I got the message - at least, I think I did. "Don't worry - I'll take care of her. You go take care of Brandon, and I'll see you tomorrow." I turned to Tracy, and pulled her head into mine, planting my lips on hers briefly before moving to her ear. "Maybe next time indeed . . . " And as I said it, I let my hand casually graze her breast as I moved it to her ass, giving it a quick squeeze. She just smiled. "Oh, and let Rachel know what happened?" This from Jeannette. "You bet." I leaned down and kissed her. "Go on - take care of Brandon - let me know if you need any help tomorrow." "I will. And thanks!" And with that, she and Tracy headed to the door and were gone. OK, then! I got up and started moving to the dance floor, looking for Rachel. I found her dancing with a different guy, again looking like she was having fun but not touching. I moved in and motioned to Rachel to come over to the table. She nodded, gave a smiling nod to the guy she'd been dancing with, and followed me over. "Oh, thank god - he was starting to get a little too friendly!" Rachel still looked great, her face showing a slight sheen of sweat. "Ah! I didn't see it, but glad to help. Jeannette and Tracy had to head out - Jeannette's son got sick at her mom's and Tracy was going to drive her over there and head home. So it's just us - let me know when you want to head out and I'll get a cab." Rachel was both concerned for Brandon, who she knew, and excited. "I hope he's OK!" she had to almost yell into my ear. "I'm sure he will be - sounds like a 24 hour stomach bug. No fun when you have it, but not something that sticks around." I looked down at our table - both our drinks were empty. "Want another drink?" She smiled. "I'd love one. And a water, if they have that here," she said with a wry expression. "I'll be right back!" And I headed off to the bar, with Rachel watching. As I made my way, I saw a guy who looked . . . familiar. I couldn't place him - it was one of those sightings where you know you've seen someone before, but just can't quite pin down where. Oh well! At the bar, I picked up our drinks and two waters - Rachel had the right idea there - and headed back to our table. And was surprised to see another couple there, chatting with Rachel. The guy I gave the automatic once-over to, and instantly put him in the "not a threat" category - my Army training died hard, mainly because it had kept me alive in the past. The woman looked really pretty - dark hair, good figure from what I could see, and seemed to have some Oriental heritage - her eyes had an almond shape, though not very pronounced. Since the guy was on one side of Rachel and the woman on the other, I slid in next to the woman. "Hi all! I'm Mark." I introduced myself. "Mark, this is Steve - we were in the same MBA program." Rachel pivoted from me to Steve as she did, and then back from Steve to me. "Steve, meet Mark - we're both friends with Jeannette." I leaned over and said it was nice to meet him. Rachel continued, "And this is Carol - she's with Steve." "Nice to meet you, Carol!" I looked at the table. "Can I get you a drink?" Carol piped up, "Nice to meet you, Mark! That'd be lovely - a Sapphire and tonic with lime for me. Steve?" Steve, to his credit, said "Oh, I'm happy to get them." I shook my head. "Oh, please - I'll be right back. I think the bartender likes me, anyway. Or at least hadn't been offended at how I tip!" "Oh, sure - but let me get the next round?" "Deal - what would you like?" Steve asked for a Manhattan, requesting a mid-level bourbon. I walked up to the bar and found a spot, waiting for the bartender to see me. As I was waiting, I felt an arm slip around my back and saw a head of almost jet-black hair, turning and expecting to see Rachel. To my surprise, it was Carol. "Hi!" she said. "I thought I should come help carry them back - and pay for them. Very nice of you, but you don't need to." "Oh, no worry - though I accept your offer of help in carrying them back. And Steve can get the next round - or you can." "Oh, OK." She gave a playful pout. "But then you have to dance with me at least once." I gave her a more appraising up and down look. She was very attractive. About 5'6", like Tracy. Nice figure, from what I could see - she was wearing a sky blue dress that was snug but not skin-tight. Really pretty almost black shiny hair, and her face, as I said, had more than a hint of Oriental lineage. "That's a condition I can live with! What about . . .?" She laughed, showing off a set of bright white teeth. "Oh, it's just a date - only the second time we've gone out. And I think I like to dance more than he does - and I saw you dancing with a couple of different women, so . . . " She hadn't moved her arm from my back, which felt really good, especially as her fingers moved a bit. "Ah! Love to! So how do you know Steve?" "Oh, we met online - nice guy, fun, but I don't know how it'll go - I think I'm more active than he is. How do you know Rachel? She's gorgeous!" "Ha - that makes two of you! She's a colleague of my downstairs neighbor, and my neighbor, Rachel, and another woman, Tracy, and I went out last week and decided to repeat it this week. Jeannette, my neighbor, had to leave to take care of her son who got sick, and Tracy was the ride." "I see. So it's only the second time you've been out with Rachel, too?" I had to laugh. "Yep, and first time we've actually been out without Jeannette and Tracy. So what do you do when you're not online dating?" "Oh, nothing shady - it keeps me entertained." "Aha - doctor?" She looked like I'd read her mind. "How'd you guess?" "I went out with one a while back, and that was how she described it. Sorry - I should have said something like 'my spies are everywhere' but that would have just been creepy." "Oh, no problem - I don't creep out THAT easily! If I did, I'd never be here. How about you?" "Oh, take a guess!" "Hmmmm . . . not a doc." "Nope. But I do have a doctoral degree." "Professor?" I shook my head. "That's two! One more!" "Ooh, what do I win if I guess?" "Good question - how about a second dance?" "Good. Now I need a hint." She smiled and batted her eyes at me in that classic over the top way women have. "Well . . . let's just say it starts with the letter 'c." I didn't want to make it TOO easy. "Consultant?" She wondered aloud. "Close enough - I usually describe it that way. I do foreign policy issue analysis for the DoD part time, and do appellate consulting the rest of the time. Long story - next time. I'm sure Rachel and Steve are wondering what's taking so long." Her eyes flashed and she smiled. "Here's my card - my cell is on the back." "Great - here's mine." We swapped cards, picked up the drinks, and headed back. Steve and Rachel were just chatting when we got back, and Rachel looked a touch relieved to see us back. "Welcome back! Long line?" Rachel asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. "Line wasn't too bad, but the bartender was a bit behind on things." I took a sip from my drink, drank some of my water, and held my hand out to Rachel. "Dance?" She stood up with a polite "excuse me" to Steve and Carol, who remained sitting. "We'll be back!" I said right before Rachel and I headed to the dance floor. I smiled in Carol's direction, and we were off. "I told them they were welcome to stay at our table, since we have the space - and at least I know Steve. What was Carol like?" "Oh, nice enough. She's a doc and felt like she should pay for their drinks." "She seemed nice, but she and Steve don't seem to be that into each other." "Yep, I'd agree with that!" We'd made it to the dance floor and started dancing - as well as we could, since the floor was now a crush of people. So it was hard to tell if we were pressed together again because we wanted to be or because of the crowd. Either way, feeling Rachel so close was electric - and grinding into me was having a predictable effect on me. Her hands were now a bit more subtle in their movement, still moving and touching me, but not as overt as before. As one song built to a crescendo, our heads came together and I pulled her to me, moving my lips to hers, feeling her tongue start to trace my lips, my tongue meeting hers and we kissed passionately. The song ended and our lips broke apart, our eyes staring at each other, hers sparkling. "Mmmmm . . . " she murmured in my ear. I felt a bump from behind, and turned to see Carol and Steve, who asked if we'd like to switch. I saw Carol give me a slight smile as Rachel agreed - "Well, maybe for one . . . " she said. I squeezed Rachel's hand as she and Carol switched places, and murmured in her ear not to get too far away. She gave me a wink, and said "Don't have too much fun!" And then she and Steve were off dancing, melting into the crowd and leaving Carol and me together. As we started dancing, I slipped my hand around Carol's back, holding her close so no one would cut in. Given how crowded the dance floor was I needn't have bothered - pretty soon we were just part of the crush, our bodies pressed together whether we wanted that or not. As we swayed to the music and the crowd, Carol reached up and pulled my head to hers, putting her lips to mine. I was a bit surprised, but kissed her back gently and broke away. She grinned. "Oh, come on - that was just a granny kiss! Kiss me the way you kissed Rachel. You know you want to, and I'll bet she's kissing Steve right now anyway." Oddly, that was a turn-on - I reached down and took the back of her neck, pulling her to me and crushing her lips to mine, letting my tongue explore her lower lip, feeling her body reacting, her lips on mine, her tongue finding mine and starting a delicate dance. She wasn't as forceful as Rachel, but we found a rhythm and kissed passionately as we danced. My hands wandered down her sides, making her shiver a bit, and I found her ass, exploring, reveling in how taut and well-muscled it was. Our lips parted, and we were both a bit surprised at how much passion had been in that kiss. Our eyes were shining, and I just mouthed "wow" to her. She nodded, pulling my groin to hers and rubbing me hard. I think if there had been room I'd have taken her right there. The song ended, and she said into my ear "OK, that's one dance! When's the next one?" "I'm free next weekend . . . " I breathed into her ear. "Good, so am I. Pick me up Friday at 8?" "You're on! Just email or text your address." And with that, I led her back to the table and went off to find Rachel. I found her dancing with Steve a few inches apart, and not looking thrilled, but not looking miserable either. I tapped Steve on the shoulder and asked if I could have Rachel back. He nodded and stepped away, and as I slipped an arm around Rachel I said that Carol was back at the table. "So how was dancing with Steve?" "Actually, not bad - he's a pretty good dancer. Not a good kisser, though. How about Carol?" "Better at dancing than I am, and actually a pretty good kisser." "Really? Wish I'd seen it." "Well, we could always swap back so you could, but I think I'd rather just stay with the woman who buckled my knees." She gave me a radiant smile. "Seriously?" "Yep. I'll show you." And I leaned down to kiss her hard, our tongues again meeting, exploring, wandering, dancing . . . "See? Every time we've kissed I've damn near cum." I was a bit surprised at myself that I said it out loud. Another brilliant smile. "Wow. No one's said that before. Of course, no one's ever made me almost orgasm on a dance floor from a kiss, either . . . " By now, I wasn't surprised to hear her say it - we were just crushing each other's body to our own, and I could feel the heat radiating from her sex, just as she could feel every inch of me pressing against her. "What time is it, anyway?" she managed to ask. I had no idea. "No clue. Want to beat the rush for a cab and get a nightcap?" She gave me a brilliant smile. "I thought you'd never ask." "Let me go close the tab and I'll meet you at the table." "K." As I headed to the bar, I saw a familiar coiff of almost black hair. "Hi there! We're headed back - want to beat the cab rush. Having fun?" Carol looked back at me with an almost wistful look. "Way more with you! Friday at 8 still?" "Wouldn't miss that - we owe each other another dance, after all." She reached up and kissed me hard, almost as hard as Rachel could. "Text me this week?" "You bet." And we parted, with a tantalizing promise of Friday. I found Rachel back at the table, having exchanged pleasantries with Steve. We made our way to the door, and the valet waved a cab forward for us. "Whew! That was great!" Rachel smiled. "But a little hot dancing!" "Yeah, no kidding! OK, out, or in for a nightcap?" Rachel smiled. "I think I'd prefer 'in.' You?" "Sounds good to me." I gave the driver my address and he started driving - at a breakneck pace. The driver took a turn at speed, and Rachel wound up in my lap as I reached out to hold her in place - she'd been taking off her heels. My hand retained the memory of a glorious breast, and she moved to lean against me as our driver raced to get to my apartment - probably so he could make it back in time to make another club run. Rachel leaned into me as we drove, and turned her head to murmur into my ear. "This feels great. Thanks for watching out for me - the ex has been less and less of a problem recently, but it's really nice knowing people have my back." "Oh, happy to help. But just so you know, 'rescuing' you is darn hard work!" I couldn't help but chuckle a little as I said it. "Oh, I'm sure. I can be over the top sometimes." "Ha! Can't we all?" "I suppose. Just seems like I'm harder on people than most." "Well, put all that away and let's just have a good time." She turned and kissed me lightly, mindful of our race-car-driver inspired cabbie. We got home right about then, and I gave her a quick kiss as I broke away to pay the cab. I ran around and opened the door for her, giving an exaggerated bow as I did, earning a laugh from her. I took her hand and led her inside and up the stairs to my door, managing to unlock and open the door with just my right hand - my left still holding hers. We walked in, and I was very glad I had cleaned before leaving. Rachel stood just inside the door for a minute, looking around. I had the same floor plan as Jeannette did, but being on the second floor meant I had vaulted ceilings and a pair of skylights, which let lightning from the thundershowers we had flash through. "Feel free to take off your heels - they look fabulous, but you probably don't need them here - I really DO own a vacuum!" She chuckled and took off her heels. She was still pretty tall, and she looked just a bit on the tired side - we had been dancing pretty hard, and all the grinding and sexual tension took a lot of energy. "What can I get you? Cocktail, single malt . . .?" "Could you make a vodka tonic? And water would be great." "Sure." I led her to the sofa. "Have a seat, and I'll be right back." I mixed a pair of vodka tonics with lime, and got a couple bottles of water. I sat down next to her, handed her a drink, and clinked her glass. She looked at me thoughtfully, took a sip, and smiled. "Mmmmm. That's good! Finlandia?" "Yep, how did you know? Did you watch?" I was impressed - vodka to me tastes mostly the same. "Nope, I'm just a vodka nerd. And I like Finlandia, so I have a pretty good idea of what it tastes like even when it's mixed." She got a sparkle in her eye, and picked up her drink, taking a healthy pull on it before turning to me and putting her lips on mine. I took the hint and opened my mouth, letting her transfer some of her drink to me, letting it swish around a bit before swallowing as her tongue found mine again and we kissed. She broke free for a second and asked, "Could you taste a hint of potato in it?" I had to shake my head. She smiled and took another sip, again leaning forward to me and letting me taste again. "How about that time?" "Well, maybe a little . . . " I said, laughing and getting turned on. She took another smaller sip, and reached up to kiss me again. This time I didn't let her go, tasting her more and more and not caring about the vodka. I moved my hand to her face and held her there as I kissed her harder, my tongue playing with hers, exploring her lips and mouth. I let my hand drop from her face as she responded and start to trace down her side, and felt her move so she was more facing me. I let my hand move down her arm, down her side to her waist, lightly trailing my fingers down her leg. Rachel moaned softly and moved her lips to my neck, kissing her way to my ear and nibbling it softly before kissing her way back to my mouth. My fingers strayed across her breast, and I felt her start just a bit as I made contact. Our mouths met hungrily and we kissed aggressively. I moved my hand back to her breast, cupping and squeezing it as I felt her hand trace across my engorged groin, drawing a brief moan from me. I started to stand up, pulling her with me, our lips still locked together. I broke away from her lips (why?) and turned her around with my hands on her hips, pulling her delectable ass against my by-now rock hard groin. I steered her to my room, reveling in the feel of my cock straining against her beautiful ass and the soft sound of her dress moving. We reached my room, and she started to turn around only to have me hold her in place. I started kissing her neck, moving up to her ear, nibbling at first and then biting a little harder, feeling her excitement grow the harder I bit down. I moved my hands up from her hips, across her stomach, up to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them together, feeling her moan and stiffen as I squeezed. I could feel her nipples stiffening as I squeezed her, softly at first and then harder. And she was forcefully grinding her ass against my cock, which had the predictable result of driving me crazy. As I was kissing her neck and biting on her ear, she wrapped one arm around my hip and pulled me into her. She couldn't get much strength into it - bad angle - but her touch was electric. I gave her breasts another hard squeeze and then found the zipper on the front of her dress - it wasn't hard, since it was oversized. I pulled down on it slowly but firmly, reveling in the sound. I felt the zipper reach the end of its travel and pulled it down, feeling her dress separate across the front and her breasts spilling out of the mini-bra that was built into the dress. I pulled the dress out from between us and dropped it on the floor with one hand, while my other hand reached for her exposed breasts and nipples and began to caress and squeeze them again. I felt her breathing quickly, and she stood almost naked in front of me, her beautiful skin against my shirt, which I quickly undid and dropped on the floor in a heap. I rubbed my chest against her back, luxuriating in her soft skin, feeling her still grinding against me, her hand searching for a way to undo my jeans. I guided her hand to the top button and she managed to undo it from behind, then ripping the button fly open and pushing my jeans down with her one hand. I put one hand on her hip to keep her in the same position and kicked off my jeans, feeling her hook her fingers in the waistband of my bikini briefs and pulling them down. I let her get as far as she could and then stepped out of them, leaving me naked and her in just her mesh thigh-high stockings. My cock was straining against her back, and I felt her push back again. "Mmmmm . . . what a nice cock you have . . . " she murmured, her head on my shoulder so she could talk in my ear. I crushed her back to my chest, taking her gorgeous breasts in my hands to pull her against me, crushing her nipples and making her gasp. Her hips were gyrating against mine, moving my cock against her ass. I dipped my knees, letting my cock fall between her legs, pointing up to her sex. I felt slim fingers reaching between her legs, touching my cock, cupping it, moving it to slide along her slit. I could feel heat radiating from her, and feel her juices coating the top of my cock. She started to try to turn around, but I held her firmly in place. She rubbed my cock against her harder, and tried again. I remembered back to what Jeannette had whispered to me and took one hand away from playing with her nipples and tits and put the palm on her ass, just barely slapping it from an inch away. I swear I felt her buck against me, and she moaned something that sounded positive. She tried to turn again, and this time I slapped her ass cheek from a little bit farther out, and a little bit harder. No mistaking her reaction - she groaned "yes" and her fingers grasped my cock more tightly as her body stiffened. My cock was by now coated with a mixture of her juices and my own precum, her hand guiding it up and down her thoroughly drenched slit, only ending by bumping up against her firm clit and getting perilously close to slipping into her love tunnel. I decided to up the ante, and crushed her nipple in one hand as I slapped her ass again, again from farther away and harder. She groaned "unnnhhhhhh . . . yes! Harder!" as my palm smacked against that gorgeous ass again. I growled into her ear, "Oh, you like that? You like it a little rough?" She wiggled her ass against me and tried to steer my cock into her. I moved both hands to her nipples, squeezing them as hard as I dared, feeling her knees buckle slightly and she moaned loudly as her hand squeezed my cock and tried again to get inside her. I took a hand away from her gorgeous tit and slapped her other ass cheek hard, leaving a slight pink mark. "YES! Like that . . . " she growled back at me. I smacked her ass again, almost as hard as I could, while again crushing her opposite nipple as hard as I dared, and I felt her body starting to quiver as she moaned "unnnnhhhhhhh . . . " again. Her hand was still trying to maneuver my cock into her, and I dropped my hand to her stomach while taking hold of my cock with my other, lining up with her literally dripping cunt. And without the slightest hint, I impaled Rachel on my stiff rod, feeling her pussy squeezing me hard, her juices flowing over me as I rammed my cock deep into her, one hand on her hip, holding her where I wanted her, while my other alternated between playing with her gorgeous tits and slapping her ass. I felt the tip of my cock sliding into Rachel's glorious body, my nerve endings on fire as I entered her and felt all of her depth. We both grunted loudly as I impaled her, and I started to pump into her as hard as I could, finding the end of her pussy and feeling her start to curl just a bit as my cock bottomed out. She started to pump with me, trying to get every inch possible into her, all while growling at me to spank her harder and to crush her nipples, to take her tits, to make them mine. I started to push her down and forward onto the bed - all that standing had taken a toll. She wound up flat on her stomach, still impaled by my rod, and she moved up to give us more room. I grabbed her hips and roughly pulled her up to all fours, letting me access those beautiful tits again and also allowing me a lot more power as I thrust in and out of her in blind lust. I could feel my balls filling and knew I wouldn't last long - it was a good thing I could feel her starting to quake from deep inside. Rachel started screaming, "YES! Mark! Fuck me! Harder! Squeeze my tits harder - damn it, harder! YESSSS . . . Spank me - I know you can hit me harder than that! UNNNNHHHHHH OOHHHH YEAHHHH" and on she went, tipping me over the edge. I felt the head of my cock start to mushroom and felt cum start racing down my shaft, and I clawed her back with my fingers. "I'M GONNA CUM . . . UNNNNHHHHHHH . . . " and I lost control, erupting deep in Rachel's steaming tight cunt, spurting white ropes of semen deep insider her, my seed splashing in her fertile tunnel, painting her white. And as I erupted, my hands contracted and I clawed red furrows down her back as I arched my back to every possible millimeter of penetration. As she felt me cumming, and my nails digging into her back, her orgasm claimed her. She gave an inarticulate shriek and I felt her cunt pulsing on my cock, milking it for every last drop, each squeeze stronger than the last and almost painful. I felt a rush of fluid on my groin and down my legs, and I collapsed on top of her, driving her flat, still impaled by my rigid rod, still trying to send just a little more cum into her glorious love tunnel. I lay on top of her, my entire body shaking, and I slowly came back to earth. I felt her under me also shaking, and was finally able to move a hand up to her head, brushing that beautiful almost black hair away from her face, planting a kiss on her cheekbone. She opened her eyes and took in a deep breath, her arms straight out above her head, looking for all the world like a beautiful diver captured in mid-air right before slipping into the water. She turned her head sideways so she could see me. "Hi," she said, almost coyly, a smile tugging the corners of her mouth upwards. "Hi," I managed. Rachel sighed dreamily. "Mmmmm . . . don't move. You feel great." "Mmmmm . . . yes you do. Don't worry - I'm not going anywhere at the moment." I could feel my body coming back to life, and it occurred to me I was still inside her. I moved my cock just a bit - god did she feel good! "I take that back - you can move like that all you want." She pulled her arms back and folded them under her head, and she leaned over and kissed me. And she wiggled her hips just a little - drawing an "Mmmmm . . . " from me. "Oops, I think I scratched your back a little TOO hard . . . " She shook her head slightly. "That's a huge turn-on for me. And all the better that I can flaunt them in the locker room at the gym." She grinned and kissed me again. "Hope so - I really scratched you." And I kissed her back. "Yep. Don't tell me spanking me wasn't a turn-on for you . . . " I actually blushed a bit. "Actually, yeah. Your reaction is what made it a turn-on, though." My elbows were running out of steam, and I didn't want to put my full weight on her, so I started to gently move off of her. It must have been about time for her, too, because she moved slightly to one side, both of us hearing the fluid and air noises as we decoupled. We both laughed, and started a feedback loop where we were both laughing hysterically. When we calmed down a couple minutes later, I took a look at her back. Oh, shit! "Ummm . . . your back was bleeding. Sorry about that." "Really? No wonder that was so intense. That really is a turn-on - knowing someone has just lost control and that I made them. Weird, maybe, but damn - I get the best orgasms out of it. Most people are too scared to scratch hard enough." "Doesn't look like I had that problem! And you may hate me when you sit down next - your ass is kinda red." "Nope, I can't feel a thing . . . must not have smacked it hard enough," she said, her eyes burning. It was the first time I could see Rachel's nude body. She was gorgeous - lean without being too thin (yes, there is such a thing), well-defined without being a body-builder type, and perfectly shaped. I've always been something of a boob man, and hers were beautiful - good sized, firm, with nipples that swelled as she got excited. Her stomach was smooth, with a barely discernable swell the only tell-tale that she had ever had a child. She had the barest trace of a line of pubic hair, and her legs were just the right length for her height - she wasn't one of those folks like me who were all torso or like one of my ex-girlfriends who was all leg (which reads better than it lives!). Even with as wonderful as her body was, my favorite part of her was her face - I just thought she it was beautiful without being able to explain why. I was having a great time just looking at her, and I think it made her a bit uncomfortable to be looked at so intently. I stroked her cheek and hair a bit, and she finally asked, "What?" I had to chuckle. "Just admiring the view." "Really? Not disappointed?" I had to laugh at that one. "Oh, hell no - you look . . . perfect." She looked away for a moment. "No one has ever told me that," she said softly. To say that was a surprise would be the understatement of the night. "You're kidding, right?" "Nope. My ex-husband was always going on about how I needed to lose 2 pounds, 5 pounds, 3 pounds, whatever; or that I needed to tighten my tummy or my butt or my arms . . . " I stopped her with a kiss and looked her in the eyes, holding her cheek in the palm of my hand. "Damn. Don't change a thing - like I said, you look perfect." "Hmmmm . . . I'd usually accuse you of trying to get in my pants, but it looks like you already did . . . so I guess I can kinda believe it . . . " She laughed. "You wouldn't believe how many men think - no, actually, you might." "Probably. Although by the time you get to our age, I think a lot of men have figured out at least some things." I was coming to life again remarkably quickly - I leaned in to kiss her and I felt her arm move around to my back and start caressing it. "Mmmmm . . . god that feels good," I murmured when I broke away from our kiss. I moved my arm to return the favor, and heard her sigh contentedly as I lightly traced my fingers across her back. Her breasts were pressing against my chest, and she had one leg over mine. She could feel me stirring against her stomach and slowly moved her other hand until she could grip me, and started running her hand up and down my shaft, turning her head to mine with her eyes smoldering. I took the arm she'd been rubbing my back with and used it to put her on her back as I rolled on top of her, chest to chest. I found her other arm and held it down with mine as I lowered my mouth to hers and kissed her hard, my tongue pushing her lips aside, dancing with her tongue, sucking her lower lip into my mouth and watching her eyes flare as I did. My mouth moved down her neck to her collarbone, kissing and licking my way to near her shoulder, biting softly and then harder, feeling her body quiver. My mouth moved lower, down the side of those beautiful tits, seeing her nipples stiffening as my hungry mouth approached, feeling her sharp breath as I suddenly took her breast in my mouth and sucked hard, my tongue playing with her nipple until I let my teeth graze it and then lightly bite. Rachel started to thrash a little as my teeth played with her nipple and my other arm kept her arms pinned down. I sucked hard on her breast and then let go, blowing on her nipple as I moved to suddenly engulf her other breast, clamping down a little harder with my teeth and hearing her start to moan. I pushed her tits together and was able to just get both her nipples in my mouth at the same time, biting down on each and feeling her start to squirm. My mouth trailed off those glorious tits and moved south, kissing a circle around her navel before moving inexorably to her sex, intoxicated by the scent. I didn't tease her at all, letting my tongue explore her beautiful folds and sucking her clit hard into my mouth, feeling her hips trying to buck against me. I let her arms go and used my free hand to play with her nipples, and I felt one of her hands go to mine and squeeze it hard on her breast. I moved her legs apart and let my tongue dive into her, tasting our combine juices and reveling in her almost completely hairless pussy. My tongue drove into her and I slid one finger after another into her, finding and rubbing her g-spot as I sucked on her hard. She was breathing heavily, almost panting, and I slid a fourth finger into her, turning them this way and that, feeling the rough of her magic spot and feeling her totally drenched pussy - it was like having my fingers underwater. Her fluid seemed thin and very slippery, and I contracted the rest of my hand and slid it into her, feeling her pussy tighten around my wrist as I was able to get my whole fist inside her. She felt like she was going to explode, and I maintained my furious assault on her tits and on the inside of her cunt for a moment. She was moaning loudly, and I wanted her again. I let my fist slide out, leaving two fingers inside her, and reached down, trailing her juices to her rosebud, massaging her perineum as I went, our juices flowing out of her. She moaned even louder as I reached her ass and slid one finger inside, and then two. I caught a glimpse of her face as I did, and she was in ecstasy. I eased my fingers out and moved up on her, lining my cock up with the entrance to her cunt, pinning her arms down again with mine. I reached up and growled into her ear that I was going to fuck her nasty cunt again and then take her ass. She snarled back that I'd better fuck her right. I slid my cock deep inside her in one motion, feeling my balls slapping against her and feeling her recoil as I did. Lovedlovedloved feeling her pussy clenching my cock, and the feel of all her juices mixed with my cum on my cock. As I thrust in and out of her, I moved one of my legs over hers, so we were now sort of scissoring, and then lifted her other leg over me. I was now fucking her almost sideways - and I had a clear shot at both her sopping cunt and her already wet ass. On my next thrust, I pulled out of her pussy and put the tip of my cock on her brown rosebud, pushing just slightly and seeing her eyes burning into me as she willed me on. I went back to her pussy for more juice, and used my cock to smear her asshole with our combined cum. One more withdrawal from her pussy, and I put the tip of my cock on her bud and started to slowly push. Her eyes egged me on, and she couldn't quite reach me to try to pull me in faster - she was mostly on her side. Her sphincter resisted briefly, but I saw her take a deep breath and relax, and my tip popped in. Slowly, I fed the rest of my cock into her ass, her mouth open slightly, panting with excitement as she felt more and more of my cock in her anal tunnel. I stopped for a moment and she frowned and motioned me further. I slid back and forth a little before resuming my descent. She was moaning in pleasure as I slid in, and I was on the verge of cumming just about the entire time - her ass was amazingly tight and surprising well-lubricated by our combined cum. I finally bottomed out, my balls against her ass cheek, and I started to slowly thrust in and out. She took another deep breath. "God, that is amazing! But I want it faster." Couldn't resist that - I started to thrust in and out a little faster, and slowly built up speed. Rachel was breathing heavily. "Yeah, faster - harder. Spank my ass!" I picked up the pace, and was by now slamming into her ass, my cock as hard as I'd ever felt it. It was hugely erotic to have Rachel nude and on her side, her tits splayed on my bed, my cock buried in her ass, and to have her urging me to go harder and faster. "No, damn it, harder! And hit my ass, goddamnit!" I was getting carried away, slamming into her ass and using one hand to crush her tits and nipples. I didn't have long before I came again, and hearing her yelling at me to go harder and to hit her ass only accelerated it. My hand rose up and flew down, landing with a 'thwack' on her ass cheek and leaving a pink impression. I did it again, a little harder this time, and then again, a little harder still. "FUCK YOU - HIT ME HARDER!" she would have been screaming it if she hadn't been panting so hard. I wound up and hit her ass cheek as hard as I could and saw her nod. "YES, FUCKER, LIKE THAT! AGAIN!" I hit her ass again as hard as I could and saw her nod through a haze of sex. "YES! AGAIN! YOU FUCKER!" I slapped it again and again, my cock still plowing her asshole, my other hand still crushing her nipples so hard they were going to be bruised. "UNNNNHHHHHH . . . I'M CUMMING!" I managed to blurt out. "FUCK ME - HIT ME HARDER! CUM FOR ME! CUM IN MY ASS!" I felt cum erupting from my balls and wound up one last time, landing a hard hit right on the center of her ass cheek, now red from my spanking, and then my hand was on her back, clawing, and my other hand came off her tits and clawed its way down her chest and stomach. She started quaking from deep inside and I felt her asshole close painfully on my cock and relax, tighten and relax. I felt my cum racing up my shaft, my tip mushrooming in her bowels, and I felt cum simply explode into her. And right as the first jet hit her, she screamed out "YESSSS . . . . . " and thrust her ass back on my cock, her hands flailing and her nails landing on my side, carving bloody furrows. I pulled her even tighter, my balls against her ass as I spurted into her, grabbing her wrists and holding them tight in one of mine, feeling her spasm under me. After what seemed like an hour I felt my cum spurts slacken and Rachel gave a last shriek into a pillow. I fell on top of her, my cock sliding out of her thoroughly abused asshole with a loud 'plop' sound, and I collapsed next to her still-quivering body, her eyes open but unseeing. I managed to move us enough so we could get a sheet over us, and brushed the hair away from her eyes. Rachel slowly came back from her orgasm. Her eyes wandered and then focused in on me. "You have GOT to do that to me again," she said weakly. As dry as my mouth was, I did manage to say, "You got it. Need some water?" "God yes," she nodded. As I slid out of bed, I almost fell over I was so drained. But I managed to retrieve water from the kitchen and make it back, handing her one. She drained half the bottle. "I needed that! Oh, the water too . . . " she gave me a sly smile. "Want a shower?" I knew that was usually the first thing a woman wanted after anal. "In a minute - need to get my legs back. Wow, if you're like that all the time I have news for you - I'm moving in!" "Ha! But what would the kids think?" "Good question. I'm sure we could come up with a good explanation . . . " "Ha. Never mind the kids - what about Jeannette?" "Oh, she'd understand - probably like it, since she'd know she could come visit any time she wanted. OK, I think I can make it to the shower . . . " I led her to the bathroom and started the shower. "How do you like the water?" "Warm but not hot - I think you're right, you really got me good." We got the water temperature adjusted and stepped in. It felt good to have warm water gently falling on me - and even better that my shower wasn't huge, meaning Rachel and I were constantly rubbing against each other. We washed each other off, both spending inordinate amounts of time in certain regions. We stepped out and I handed her a towel, and we dried off, swapping to do each other's backs. Yikes - she had a couple of red furrows down her back that had to hurt. And her ass was still reddish-pink as her skin recovered from being spanked. "Do you have any energy bars?" she asked when we were done. "I could use something to eat." "Sure - anything in particular?" "No, right now anything is fine." I retrieved a couple from the kitchen, along with full glasses of water and rejoined her on the bed. "Thanks." We polished off the bars and water and Rachel lay down on her side, beckoning to me to join her. I moved next to her, spooning against her back, my arm around her waist until she moved it to hold her breast. "Mmmm . . . that's good," she sighed. I was fighting just to stay awake, and nodded, kissing her cheek and ear, finding her asleep already. I looked down at her beauty and promptly fell asleep next to her, my hand still firmly held on her breast by her hand. I woke to the feel of cool air flowing over my wet cock. "Mmmmmm . . . oh that is good," I murmured, and then feeling my cock enveloped in a pair of silky lips as a lithe tongue danced over my helmet. I felt lips move and felt more and more of my cock enveloped, managing to open an eye and seeing a mass of almost black hair falling on my stomach and the head it belonged to moving up and down, taking more and more of me into those lips. I could also feel a pair of breasts and nipples rubbing my legs, and now felt lips slide off my cock and a cool breeze on it as Rachel gently blew cool air over me before taking me in her mouth again and this time succeed in getting all of me in her mouth and throat. I felt her suck on me hard, and I bucked my hips up into her involuntarily, which earned me one of her hands on my stomach, pressing me down. I watched her hair bobbing up and down as she expertly sucked on my cock, tonguing me, sucking hard then soft and vice-versa. The stimulation was incredible, and I balled my fists next to my body as I tried not to squirm. The feel of her hair on my stomach, her breasts and nipples on my legs, and mostly her mouth on my cock had me ready to cum - and that was amazing, since it was usually pretty hard for me to cum from a blow job. Not this time - I could feel cum building up in my balls, and knew it wouldn't be long. She could tell, too - she started backing off just a bit before going harder, backing off and then accelerating. She was driving me absolutely insane, and I wasn't doing a damn thing for her. I then felt a finger probing my ass, inviting itself inside, wriggling just a little bit. Her finger withdrew, and another one inserted itself, this one feeling much more slippery and making me gasp as she slid it in as deep as she could, her hand bottoming on my ass the only limit. Again she withdrew, sensing I was about to cum, and second later she slid two thoroughly wet and slippery fingers in my ass as she sucked hard on my cock. That was way more than I could take. The tip of my cock mushroomed against her throat and I was dimly aware of cum racing out my shaft. I felt her mouth move back slightly, and she twisted her two fingers in my ass. I just exploded, shrieking out in orgasm as my ass spasmed on her fingers and my cum raced out of my shaft and pulsed into her waiting mouth. As she felt the first spurt, I could kind of feel her sucking and relaxing, sucking and relaxing, matching the rhythm of my cum spurting. She made me cum for what seemed like forever, all while playing my ass with her fingers. I finally stopped spurting into her mouth and I felt her take a good swallow, followed by a "Mmmmmmm" that I felt more than heard. She gently let one finger, than the other, slide out of my ass, and she brushed her hair away from her face with her other hand so I could watch my cock in her mouth, and see as she sucked one more time before swallowing the rest of my load. She slowly backed off my cock, purple from all the blood in it, and let it flop down before moving her body up along mine, kissing her way up to me, her breasts and nipples stimulating me as she moved. She kissed her way up my neck, over my cheek, and then plunged down on my mouth, the remnants of my cum still on her tongue and surprisingly turning me on. She kissed me hard and then moved off to my ear. "Mmmmmm . . . I think someone likes waking up with my mouth on their cock . . . " I was still shaking. "Uh - huh," was the best I could manage. "And you even taste good," she smirked. "Good thing - you gave me a lot." She moved to straddle me, her dripping sex right on top of my deflating cock, and brushed her nipples on my chest. I could feel them hardening as she brushed them, and she leaned forward, giving my mouth access. My tongue flicked out and caught one of her nipples, drawing an "Mmmmmm" from her. She lowered her breast further, letting me take it in my mouth, and I rolled her nipple around with my tongue, gently caressing it, remembering how hard I'd been squeezing and crushing them just hours earlier. I felt her react and push her sex on my now soft cock. "Mmmmm, I love how you suck my tits . . . " she breathed in my ear as I continued sucking her. Her nipples were erect once again, and I could feel myself stirring. She pulled her breast off my mouth and ground down on my slowly stiffening rod with her wet sex. I felt her slide down me and take me in her mouth again, rolling me around, breathing softly, tickling me back to life. I felt my cock engorging, growing as she licked and sucked it. I felt her mouth leave it and blow on it one more time, and then she moved up and mounted me, lowering her glorious pussy onto my rapidly hardening rod. She let herself down slowly, inch by inch, a contented look on her face as she went, her eyes closed, her breathing deep. She bottomed out on me, and began to rise up again, suddenly dropping down on me and giving a little groan as I filled her sopping pussy. I could feel her muscles squeezing and relaxing as she went up and down, and she started to move faster and faster. She reached down and put my hands on her breasts as she rode me, reaching down with one hand to play with her clit. Her breasts bounced as she rode me up and down, and I could see her start to flush as her orgasm built. She started to bottom out just a little bit harder as she started to cum, and her fingers were making a circle over her clit. She started to moan as her orgasm slowly built and took her over, and she slowed her pumping up and down on me. Rachel finally rubbed her clit with the ball of her hand just as she bottomed out on my cock. That did it - she threw her head back and shrieked out "YESSSS!! YESSSSS!!" and her love tunnel started just spasming on my cock as her orgasm took her over. Her whole body stiffened, and then relaxed as her shrieking slowed and then stopped. She stayed there, on her knees, still impaling herself on me, and as she shrieked my balls pulsed and she drew the last bits of milky white cum from deep within my balls, her cunt seeming eager to suck every last drop from me at the same time I felt a flood of fluid from her, soaking mine stomach and legs as she let loose. When I could focus again, Rachel had either lowered herself or collapsed on me, her hair in my face, her body lying on top of mine, still intertwined. As my cock softened, I slid out of her and felt it plop against my stomach, totally spent. I rolled her to one side, put my arm around her, and snuggled up to her. We woke up at 11:30 to the sun streaming in through the skylight. I was sore all over, and it felt like every muscle I had was stiff. I groaned as I moved, and felt her roll to face me. "A bit sore this morning?" she asked with a twinkle in her eye. "Oh my god, yes - aren't you?" "Well, maybe a little. Yoga is good for this kind of thing, you know." She grinned, and I had a vision of her in a yoga outfit. Wow. "Actually, yeah, I'm sore all over. Damn, that was a workout!" At some point we had managed to cover ourselves with a sheet. I could make out her form underneath it, and memories came flooding back. Mmmmmm. "Like something to eat? Or should we go out? And is Jeannette expecting to hear from you?" She laughed. "Yeah, I should probably text her, although she figured we'd end up here unless you got a better offer." I chuckled. "Yeah, right - like that could happen." All the better because it was true. She nodded. "I know what you mean. Is there a breakfast place near here?" My turn to nod. "Yep, a very good one - and we can even get in at this hour." "Let's do that - I'm famished. You wouldn't happen to have a spare toothbrush, though, would you?" I did, and slowly and stiffly got out of bed to get one out. "On the vanity." "Thanks. Do you want to shower before we go? I'd prefer to go just like this - the 'just fucked look." "Works for me! Every guy there is going to be insanely jealous of me, though . . . But I think I'll manage." "Ha. Yeah, there's a part of me that's just nasty - I kinda like flaunting that I just spent the night fucking." "That makes two of us, though I try to be at least a bit gentlemanly about it. You know the drill - the more you're talking about it, the less you're doing it." She smirked. "Well, sometimes - I think you're like me where sex is always running in your brain but you can usually do a good job hiding it." "That's pretty good - how could you tell?" "Oh, come on - you can always tell. Here - I'll bet you know you could have taken Tracy home last night if she didn't have to take Jeannette back. Right?" "Well, never assume . . . " "Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you kinda knew if you asked, she'd have said yes, right?" "Yeah, I suppose. I don't like being assumptive, though . . . " "And I know you could have had Carol last night - her body language was crystal." "Well, I'm very happy we wound up together - nothing against anyone." Rachel grinned. "Me too! Let's go eat."

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Title: Never Judge a Book By It\'s Cover by Slave2theFox Tags: Canine, Domination/Submission, Fox, M/F, Master/Pet, Mild Bondage, Series, Tail, Teacher, Wolf Never Judge a book By it's Cover This story is for my master the Fox. I hope he gets a rise out of it ^^ Frustrated and tired, the wolf decided she had enough of work and was going to go out and actually enjoy herself for once in her life. After turning off all the lights, the wolf ran her claws through her bedraggled mane smoothed down her smart yet sensible looking blouse and locked the classroom behind her. Looking around Miss Wolverine noticed that as usual she was the last member of staff to leave. Berating herself soundly the wolf asked herself what on earth she was doing working until almost dark yet again and on a Friday evening no less. Dedication to work is one thing, but this self imposed life rivalling that of a nun was turning into a bit of a joke with her friends colleagues and family. Driving home on auto-pilot, the wolf opened the door to her lonely sterile house and went to her phone to check the messages. 'Surprise, surprise!' She said to herself along with the answering machine. 'You have no messages'. Snarling, she savagely pulled her blouse off and threw it to the floor of her bathroom. Next, she deftly flicked the catch on her forward opening bra and it too dropped to the cold tiles and at last, her generously proportioned twin globes were free and unconfined. Absentmindedly, the wolf turned the water of the shower on to a temperature barely below too hot, then returned to undressing herself waiting for the water to heat up. With a sigh, the wolf undid the top button of her skirt and let it slide gracefully to the floor. Looking down at her oh-so-practical underpants, the wolf sighed again and thought to herself, 'No wonder these hips don't get to see anyone's eyes but my own. My grandmother probably wears more exciting lingerie than I do!'. Heedless of the delicate fabric, the wolf yanked her pants off and kicked them through the bathroom door where they were met by her stockings and sensible, low-heeled teacher's shoes. By this time, the water had reached the desired temperature, so the wolf pulled her scandalously long tail into the shower and began to slowly turn under the water with her eyes closed, lost to her thoughts and luxuriating under the feel of the needle like pressure of the water cascading down. 'One of these days' the wolf said to herself, 'I will get a larger showerhead - this one barely covers one ass cheek at a time!' After a few untold minutes of losing herself to the sensation of the water's almost painful pressure, the wolf pumped a few handfuls of shower gel into her moist hands and began to lather her generous curves. Careful not to backrub her fur too roughly, the wolf took her time to make sure the rich creamy lather reached into every crevice and over each part of her body that had been confined under the restrictive clothing all day, paying particular attention to her luxurious tail to make sure all the tangles were all groomed out leaving it silky smooth. Turning her back to the cascading water and feeling particularly unsettled, the wolf returned her ministrations to her generous breasts and began to feel a curious tingling sensation she hadn't allowed herself to feel for some time. Thinking of the last time she had felt another's hands on her body in an intimate manner, the wolf traced her fingers over her slowly darkening nipples and in a rough, circular motion. 'Well my dear,' she said to herself, 'That part of your anatomy still works, thank God. Let's see what effects I can manage from other woefully neglected parts of my body shall I?'. Reaching down with her other hand, the wolf lightly touched between her legs and began to rub herself slowly whilst maintaining the rough, circular pressure on her increasingly sensitised nipples. Emboldened by the delicious sensations emanating from her secret depths, the wolf started to rub her rapidly swelling clit as her legs began to spread slowly but surely, apart. With ever increasing speed and pressure, the wolf explored her aching cleft, which lead to panting and even some soft moans. Totally lost to the sensations of her body that had long lain dormant, the wolf was quick to reach a small, but identifiable shuddering climax. With a small skip to her step, the wolf finished the interrupted cleaning of her body and tried to plan an outfit that would be totally removed from her ever present practical type blouse buttoned up almost to the throat, straight A-Line skirt, beige stockings and sensible shoes. Stepping out of the shower in a slight daze, the wolf reached for her towel, only to discover she had forgotten to take one out of her linen closet. With water slowly dripping down her body, the wolf trotted to the closet, unaware she hadn't quite closed the curtains of her front window. Mouth dry, the fox who was just casually passing by to get to his own home situated nearby, was transfixed by the sight that was before him. Shaking his head, the fox didn't know whether to believe his own eyes. Surely that wasn't Miss Straightlaced, quiet-as-a-mouse neighbour, Miss Wolverine, passing by her front window without a stitch of clothing! With water running in rivulets down her body no less! Come to think of it though, the fox thought to himself in surprise, that wasn't a bad body I saw at all was it? Who would have thought that under the no-nonsense skirt and boring blouse would be a body a stripper would envy? Salivating slightly, the fox began to imagine what it would be like to feel those ripe rosebud nipples between his fingers, or what it would taste like to lick those drips of water he could still vividly remember streaming down that body? Shaking his head and laughing slightly to himself, the fox tried convincing himself that it was just his overactive imagination at work.. Besides, Miss Goody-2-Shoes didn't look the type to leave the library, let alone allow another to do even half the things he was fantasizing about. Within minutes, the fox had let himself into his own front door to get ready for work, still half convinced that he was just reacting to hormones and nothing else and no good was to come of such thoughts. Meanwhile, the wolf dried herself off carefully, ensuring no errant tangles ended up in her tail or mane and began a mental rundown of her closet's contents. With force of habit, the wolf reached for her comfortable and practical underwear then after realising what she did the wolf growled softly under her breath and pushed her everyday underwear aside and reached for her long forgotten stash of barely there, lacy lingerie.Feeling particularly sultry, the wolf chose her skimpiest black V-string and matching cleavage enhancing bra that barely covered her lush rosebud nipples and as an afterthought, also took out the garter belt to complete the set. Smiling softly to herself, the wolf found an unopened pack of sheer black stockings to complete the overall effect. Giggling to herself, the wolf carefully slid the stockings on first, leg by leg and after a few minutes, she was ready to choose the evening wear best suited to her slightly more adult attitude. After picking a tight corseted minidress that barely covered the tops of the stockings and eye wateringly high stilettos, the wolf finished her look with carefully applied makeup and as a total removal from her usual look, the wolf decided to leave her mane brushed out loose and shining to match her long silky tail. After one last look in the mirror, the wolf was satisfied with her appearance and began to decide where she would actually spend the evening. After all, she didn't want to accidentally to run into her work colleagues dressed as she was, nor would it be particularly pleasant if she came across any of her students' parents! Pulling out the street Directory, the wolf decided to leave her destination up to choice so she closed her eyes, twirled her finger slowly above the page, then let it fall. Looking down, she saw the name of a recently opened club where she had heard barely nothing about but from the little she knew, it wasn't the sort of place where she would be likely to run into anyone she knew. Purring softly to herself, the wolf then rang for a taxi and waited for it to arrive and whisk her off to her chosen destination. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* When the wolf walked into the club, she was not prepared for the discreet opulence of her surroundings. Looking around, she was pleasantly surprised to see tasteful decorating, subdued lighting and none of the glaring techno she was half preparing her ears to be assaulted with. Instead, soft, sensual music seemed to ooze from the floors and fittings, leaving her to marvel at the inclusion of such a clearly expensive sound system. 'Well, well, wel!', Miss Wolverine said to herself. 'The outside did not give even a hint of what was to come inside did it?' Nodding politely to the doormen and smiling secretly to herself, the wolf made her way through the small groups of well dressed creatures like herself, to the spotless and well staffed bar. Within seconds, she had a tall glass of champagne in her hands and an attentive staff member waiting to show her to a suitable seat. Taking a sip of the sparkling beverage, she wasn't too surprised by this time to find that her glass was not filled with cheap screw bottle champagne, but with a delicate and crisp tasting sparkling wine that she was half expecting to be Moet at the very least. Impressed, the bemused wolf made her way to her booth where she slipped into her decadently soft and rich creamy leather seat and half closed her eyes ready to relax and enjoy herself for once. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Sweating lightly, the fox came up from the cellar with another case of alcohol and discreetly began replenishing the wines and spirits as the boss was insistent that every brand of top shelf spirits and every wine label they stocked were to be kept at a constant state of readiness in case a large order was required for a private party or if a group wished to take some roadies home with them without the bother of waiting minutes for their precious supplies.Snorting, the fox thought to himself, same bar attitude found in any dingy place where alcohol was served - just a different brand of take-aways and the patrons were just a little better dressed. Rule number 2 was to always make sure the customers never had to wait for their next drink so there was a veritable small army of staff constantly monitoring tables to make sure that noone was left feeling unimportant or neglected. Shrugging at the pain in the ass mentality of the boss (and incidentally a few of the clientele), the lithe fox straightened and counted to make sure all was in order whilst absentmindedly knuckling the slight kink out of his back. That last load was heavy man, and it would have to be right at the top of the pallets down in the cellar too! A slight movement in the corner booth caught the fox's eye. To his great astonishment, he swore he saw his mousy looking neighbour from earlier, but what on earth was she doing here? Curious and half disbelieving, the fox checked the roster to see who was monitoring the wolf's table and decided to swap duties with the lucky waiter. Winking and whistling softly, the previous waiter was quick to point out he wasn't surprised as the fox's preference for classy wolves was well known.. and boy was this wolf a knockout! When he noticed the wolf's drink was 3/4 finished, the fox made his way to the fox's table to pour her next drink and to see for himself if it really was his neighbour, or whether his hormones were still affecting him and he was seeing what he wanted to see. Mesmerised, the fox watched as the wolf took the last sip from her champagne flute and almost choked when she darted her small pink tongue out and licked the last drop from the side of the glass quickly. Before the wolf could lean over to the bucket of ice where the remainder of the bottle was chilling to refill her own glass, the fox quickly and deftly, replenished the wolf's drink almost to the top and prepared to withdraw to a discreet distance Letting out a small gasp of surprise, the wolf looked up and saw who could only be her neighbour, returning the champagne to it's bucket of ice to maintain the crisp taste and temperature it needed to remain fresh. Eyes darting a little in panic, the wolf was indecisive. Did he not remember her or was she going to have to give up her desire for one little night of forgetting the constant demands of reluctant students, the judging of dissatisfied Principals or the disapproving eyes of the little office workers who treated the front desk like their own private little kingdoms? Strangely enough, it was the thought that he might not know who she was that caused her more discomfort. The fox's eyes widened slightly as his disbelieving eyes that confirmed his hormone driven fantasies of his normally sedately dressed school-marm of a neighbour from earlier. The wolf's sudden tenseness and the way her heart began to noticeably beat faster in her chest, with the artery in her neck beating furiously, the fox was transfixed. The plunging cleavage of her dress was already wreaking havoc with his self control - the wolf's elevated heart rate and fast breathing were threatening to spill those luscious, ripe globes right there at the table! With his low voice husky and rough, the fox pretended he had no knowledge of the wolf's identity and he reassured the wolf that she was free to enjoy herself and asked if madam wanted anything else before he left to see to the needs of other clients? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Returning Returning quickly to the bar area, the fox gruffly asked another waiter to monitor the wolf's table and told everyone he was going to get another case of Curvoisseur from the cellar to make sure there were enough to last the night. Treading lightly but with speed, the fox raced down to the cellar and at last let his fantasies run riot in the privacy of the cool, dark cellar. Groaning, the fox wondered what it would be like to run his claws through the wolf's lustrous long mane, or what it would feel like to grasp that silky long tail. Adding special bondage equipment to his musings took an even shorter time as the wolf's outfit was perfect for what he had in mind. Panting slightly, the fox's body shuddered thinking what it would be like to have her at his mercy, under his complete control, available to fulfill his every fantasy. Now he had the perfect leverage as well. Grinning ferally to himself, the fox checked his appearance to make sure his usual self control was firmly back in place (or it at least appeared to be), not realising he was reinforcing his commanding presence that had attracted the wolf's attention in the first place. Whistling slightly and taking 2 steps at a time, the fox returned to the bar area and continued his discreet monitoring of the wolf's table. Dancing constant attendance on the wolf's table, the fox could see the effect his apparent disinterest and professional manner were having on the by this time, thoroughly discomfited wolf, and was immensely pleased. When the wolf indicated she was ready to leave, the fox had already finished his shift and was waiting for the opportunity to confront the object that had tormented his fantasies all night. In an attempt to make himself indispensable, the fox had already canceled the wolf's taxi and waited until she showed signs of impatience before he made his next move. Stepping quietly from the club's door, the fox walked up behind the wolf and pressed himself up against her delectable backside whilst placing his hand over her mouth to ensure not a sound escaped and licked the nape of her neck. Panting, the fox pressed himself firmly into her silky tail shaft. Restraining her movements to the point where she could wrench herself free if she really wanted to but was unable to cry out, the fox turned the wolf's face so she could confirm just who was restricting her movements in such a commanding manner. Eyes glittering, the wolf, who was by this time incapable of speech, was panting so hard that one of her breasts escaped from the confines of her barely adequate dress. With a smile turning up the corner of his mouth, the fox carefully removed his hand from the wolf's mouth and returned her heaving breast to it's original and confining place and finally felt for himself what it was like to roll one of those rosebuds between his questing fingers. Groaning softly, the fox also allowed the wolf to pull her dress down to a more publically appropriate length (though that was highly debatable to start with) and asked the wolf if she needed a lift home. After all, he reasoned, they were both going to almost the exact same location so it just made perfect sense now didn't it? \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Almost in a daze the wolf followed the fox to his bright red Nissan and as he helped her into the car, the fox accidentally brushed his arm across the wolf's by now sensitised nipples and was pleased to discover them both slightly engorged and as delectable as he remembers. 'Oh yeh!', the lithe fox thinks to himself. 'By the end of this night I will have a new pet to add to my collection'. Throughout what seemed to be an extremely long drive home, the fox was tormented by the sight of shapely thighs exposed by the wolf's already obscenely short dress, the lacy silk of the wolf's stockings and the hint of what could only be a garter belt - one of his most favoured items of lingerie guaranteed to make him lose control. The wolf couldn't help but notice his reactions and couldn't stop the sensual smile from lifting the corner of her mouth as she planned how best to use the situation to her advantage. Shifting slightly to ensure even more of her creamy thigh fur was exposed the wolf lightly ran her polished claw across her ample chest in a movement designed to distract the already reactive fox. Growling softly under his breath and applying more pressure to the gas pedal, the fox was eager to reach his destination so he could exact his revenge on the wanton wolf's lush body. Smile firmly in place, the wolf used the same claw to trace a path across her delicate collar bones, down the cleft of her ripe mounds already threatening to spill out of her bodice and slowly traced her claw back up to her moist mouth. Mouth dry, the fox had to use what little self control he had remaining to keep the car on the legal side of the road instead of drifting off into fantasies of what he would like to be ramming into that warm moist orifice where her finger was being sucked and licked in such a shameless manner. Within minutes, the fox had arrived at his destination. He wrenched the handbrake on, turned to the wolf and eyes glittering, reached over and pulled the wolf's heaving mounds out of the dress and began squeezing them almost to the point of pain. Gasping in a curious mix of pain and pleasure the wolf attempted to evade the fox's masterful hands but was pulled up short by the door handle which was digging into the small of her back right where the tail joined. Tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, the fox let out a slight growl as the sight of her scantily clad sex was exposed by her attempts at evading the fox's strong hands. 'Oh shit!', the wolf said to herself. 'What have I awakened?'. The fox noticed with pleasure the slight widening of the wolf's eyes and the quickening of her pulse as she came to the conclusion that teasing this beast probably wasn't exactly the smartest move she could have made. With one hand still grasped tightly around one of her lush breasts and continuing to roll the rose bud nipple between his fingers, the fox grabbed the wolfs mane behind her head and forced her face into the bulging crotch of his erection that was straining to be released from the confines of it's material prison. Panting, the fox ordered the wolf in a hoarse voice to undo his belt and pants so his aching member would be free to teach her a lesson she would not quickly forget. With trembling fingers, the wolf did as she was ordered. Within seconds, his heavily engorged member sprung free from is restraints where the fox could enjoy the effect seeing such a huge specimen would have on the trapped wolf. Eyes widening in shock, the wolf was mesmerised by the sight of the huge, thick cock only inches from her disbelieving eyes. Before the wolf could do more than whimper, the fox again grabbed the wolf by the nape of her neck and pushed her hot, moist mouth onto his aching shaft and began slowly rotatating his hips so more of his cock could reach into her mouth and down her throat. Almost gagging, the wolf was forced to swallow the fox's member whilst he proceeded to run his hands around the base of the wolf's quivering tail and roughly rubbed her rapidly swelling clit. Once the fox felt the first rush of the wolf's pussy juices against his questing fingers, he knew she was primed for the next step in training his still wild and unpredictable pet-to-be. Before she knew what had happened, the fox pulled her mouth off his shaft and looked into her glazed eyes. With just a raised eyebrow, he asked her if she was willing to follow him into his domain. Nodding bemusedly, the wolf gave her consent and attempted to put her still heaving breasts back into her dress but was stopped before she could do more than reach for herself. The fox shook his head and pointed to what she thought was the door of his garage leading to the rest of his house, all the while moving his hand up and down his own engorged shaft. Startled, the wolf opened the door leaving her twin mounds exposed to his ferocious gaze and proceed to the slightly ajar garage door but when she got to the front of the car, she was roughly pushed onto the bonnet face first onto her stomach where the sharp cool metal instantly seeped into her already sensitised nipples.and made her arch her stomach away from the unaccustomed coolness of the metal where she inadvertently pushed her ass and tail into the waiting fox's exposed crotch Laughing softly, the fox pushed the wolf's stomach back onto the bonnet of the car and grabbed both her hands and held them behind her back and used her own mane to lightly bind them, freeing both his hands to continue their devastating mission. Roughly pulling the wolf's dress above her hips the fox's eyes devoured the her scantily clad ass and with deft fingers, began lightly running a sharp claw over the exposed ass cheeks, into the cleft and towards the wolf's clit, just stopping short of the actual spot. After a few minutes of this exquisite torture the wolf was panting and the fox could see the juices of her pussy seeping through the barely there panties and was threatening to drip down her leg. He then grabbed her left leg and holding it under the knee pushed it up on the bonnet of the car so her whole inner depths were exposed and waiting to be filled. With one rough yank, the wolf's panties were torn off her aching pussy and without stopping, the fox howled his triumph as he impaled the wolf on his humongous, throbbing cock. Breathless from the effects of the fox's masterful torture, the wolf was unprepared for the swiftness of the fox's impalement and screamed aloud. The fox was gratified to discover that the wolf's pussy was so tight and hot as it confirmed his suspicions that it had been a while between 'rides' for the delectable creature currently panting and gasping and writhing on his car bonnet. Grasping the wolf firmly by the tail, the fox pumped his enormous shaft deeper into the wolf in an effort to encourage it to widen enough to allow his full length into as it was so tight, it was threatening to push him out with every stroke. It might take a few 'lessons', but in the end she would stretch to fit him all in. 'Je-sus!' The panting and writhing wolf thought to herself, 'He's even bigger than I imagined! I can't possibly take anymore, but it feels so damn good!' Feeling herself building up to what would be an earth shattering climax, the wolf was totally lost to the moment as the fox pumped harder and faster into her hot, slippery pussy, her juices already running down her leg. Grunting deep in the base of his throat, the fox forced himself deeper into the wolf's tight inner depths by using the bumper bar of the car as leverage. Within seconds, the wolf was screaming aloud as a huge rush of sensations cascading down her body as she came in a continuous rush, tears streaming down her face. Upon feeling the wolf's ultra-tight muscles spasming on his deeply buried cock, the fox bore down into the wolf's mane and pumped even harder as his hot searing seed was pumped deep into her throbbing pussy. As soon as the fox could feel his raging hardon starting to subside, his wits returned and he planned what he would need to do next to establish his dominance and control over the his new pet. After discovering for himself just how damn amazing it felt to fill that achingly tight pussy, the fox knew he couldn't let her get away for some other dumb schmuck to claim. He had many plans for the vessel who he had so very recently pumped his thick hot seed into. Leaving the wolf with legs trembling on the car bonnet, still exposing her pussy to the elements, the fox pushed his still partly engorged cock covered in a mixture of the wolf's sweet pussy juices and his own jism into his trousers, and grabbed for his stash of dominance gear. Grinning, the fox turned the wolf onto her back and placed a wide collar around the wolf's neck with the leash attached and pulled her roughly to her feet. Cheeks reddening in humiliation the wolf could feel the fox's cum dripping down the inside of her thighs, but with the collar around her neck and her hands still bound in her mane behind her back, the wolf had no choice but to look deep into the fox's eyes. Eyes deep and unreadable, the fox stood up straight and forced the wolf to look even further up. Smiling, the fox uttered those fateful words that firmly established the relationship that started in a quiet dark carpark only a short time ago, 'You may call me Master, Pet. From this point forward, you are mine alone to do with as I wish. You are to be at my beck and call'. Grabbing his own cock and testes in his hands, the fox jiggled them slightly and continued his instructions. 'This is for you alone. When I want it sucked, you will get on your knees and swallow me. When I want it licked you will not hesitate to run your tongue up my shaft'. Next, he pressed his fingers deep into the wolf's pussy and stated firmly, 'Your cunt has been claimed by my seed. It is mine alone. Any time I want.. So any time I demand it, you must spread those legs to me and me alone'. Last of all the fox roughly grasped the wolf's lush, rosebud nipples in his fingers and squeezed to the point of pain, then gently cupped them in his expert hands and traced a path across her mounds. 'These are for my eyes only. When I want to lick them, you will pull them out to me or I will tear your undergarments from you myself.. When I want to feel your nipples in my mouth, you will shove them in my face on command. Any time, any place. All of it is mine and mine alone. Am I making myself clear Pet?'

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He knew the risks. Time and time again he kept poking and prodding and making passes at them, suggestions and comments and so many other things that he insisted were nothing more than “mere musings”, designed specifically to needle through their defenses until there was nothing left but acceptance. The lynx tried their best to ignore it, and not just for their own sake; the last time the two of them indulged one another, the universe had to be reset and they spent quite a few long years putting everything back in its place before time was allowed to flow again, and that just ruined their planned vacation completely. Thus, the feline had gone to great lengths to prevent any such excess from taking place again, especially if it came from their partner’s side; unfortunately for them, said partner wasn’t at all interested in keeping up with his promises, being far more taken by the allure of obscenity and self-indulgence at any given opportunity, not to mention the notion that, if they were already basically deities, they might as well start acting like it. This, above all other things, was what motivated Spikes to spend several months making constant remarks about how great it would be if he was fed so much that he turned into a blob of sorts, not because he wanted to spill over onto the outside world (absolutely not), but purely for the sake of personal experimentation; Tim wasn’t convinced, nor were they willing to even so much as consider the idea, though they were at least polite enough to stare at the Rena menacingly whenever his insistence started to cross a few lines. Sadly, patience wasn’t an infinite resource, and both of them knew it; Spikes in particular was more than aware that the moment he got through his partner’s defences, what he’d find wouldn’t be an annoyed kitten brandishing their claws, but full acceptance and a mind about as lewd as his own, desperate for an opportunity to cut loose and do what had to be done to maximize their collective pleasure. This was how things worked between the two of them, this was how they had always worked, and this was how they were going to work, whether or not either of them had anything to say about it; thus, it was only a matter of time, patience and some minor inventiveness, and all the Rena had to do was keeping making jokes, comments and quips about how good he’d look while fat for the lynx to inevitably break down one day and give him exactly what he wanted. The day came when the cat returned home from work carrying what had to be their body’s weight in plastic bags, each one smelling of pure deliciousness, not a single restaurant logo repeated; as they explained, they had decided to “swing by a few places” to get Spikes’ favorite… all of their favorites. While Tim prepared for that night’s feast, dragging a table into their living room and setting up the plates in as aesthetically pleasing a pattern as he could, Spikes got ready by doing the only thing he could: picking up his Digivice, removing every safety on it, then promptly chucking it in the nearest bin and forgetting it ever existed. This way, his body could stretch and bloat to far past the point where it normally could, something that wasn’t supposed to happen, but just happened to be one of the perks of having his controller hardware turned into a barely functional piece of scrap thanks to multiple existential resets. He walked back into the living room, stark naked and licking his lips, finding his feast waiting for him, and Tim nowhere to be found; the cat had left a note on the table, informing him that they’d be “Back Soon” and he should get started on eating as quickly as he could, lest the food get cold; the Rena didn’t need to be told twice, and the note was barely halfway to the ground when he had one hand dipping into a packet of chips and the other one grabbing three or four chicken wings out of a cardboard bucket. There was something magical about letting go of limits and sanity and just indulging in one’s innermost desires. The two of them usually did it in the more conventional way, be it with quantities of spunk that drowned out entire planets or the sort of growth that violated fundamental laws of physics; whatever their preferred method, it was always something sexual in nature, so it was nice to have a different thing for a change… assuming it was different. Spikes couldn’t help but wonder if that interminable hunger and desire to eat wasn’t but a different facet of the same kind of want that told him to grow bigger than entire galaxies, or begged of his feline partner to fill him so much he became a planet-sized cum balloon, or even the few occasions where his biceps alone could obscure the observable universe. It was still a desire, and a mindless one at that, so much so that before he knew it, Spikes had already developed a healthy gut after scarfing his way through several pounds of delicious food. He couldn’t stop himself; or, to be more accurate, wouldn’t do so. To stop would be to deny himself, to tell his body and mind that they couldn’t have what they craved, despite there being no reason to do so; why should he hold back when he and Tim could just put everything back together even in the worst of cases? Spikes knew that his partner was a lot more reticent about the godlike business than he was, but he honestly couldn’t bring himself to care about the implications; as deities, the entirety of existence was their oyster, and as undisputed rulers of reality, there was nothing they couldn’t do. And if they somehow slipped and ended up destroying the underlying fabric of the cosmos, they could just remake it from memory and no one would be the wiser; why, then, should he have to worry his pretty little head about such things as morality or restraint, when he could just shovel food into his gullet and both watch and feel as his body grew rounder, fatter, heavier, dragging him down and down towards the ground as it became harder to stand up with each bite? It’d be a complete waste of time. The collapse came quickly. A few minutes were all that was needed for his legs to give in and lose the fight against the weight mounting above them, his knees bending forwards and the floorboards cracking radially once he impacted the ground; it didn’t hurt, nor did it even register at all, given that his mind was far too focused on consuming the feast laid out for him to process anything else. Tim’s absence wasn’t even noted anymore, having been pushed to the backburner processing section of his brain, the same one where everything else that wasn’t eating had been moved to, at least until the food ran out; still, with so much of it still there in front of him, from roasts to fried everything to every sort of deliciously unhealthy junk food he could think of, the odds of him running out before the feline showed up again were slim to none. And who knew, perhaps Tim had gone on another food run, just to keep their partner going for as long as possible! With this certainty in mind, Spikes focused entirely on stuffing his face as hard as he could. He didn’t even notice how the food seemed to multiply the longer he kept eating it, how the pile of plastic plates and cardboard boxes only became more precariously stacked as he devoured his way through it; were he still in possession of his mental faculties, he would’ve accurately deduced that this was the work of the lynx, messing with the fabric of reality yet again in order to fulfill their partner’s deepest desires, and would’ve been that much more grateful for it. Sadly, he was too far gone to be even remotely capable of thinking along those lines... not that he was unable to express gratitude; certainly, if Tim were there, the Rena would be spending at least a good ten percent of his time showering them with thanks for arranging such a bountiful feast for their hubby. Spikes was so focused on eating, in fact, that he completely missed the fact that what he was doing had tangible, physical consequences on the world around him, directly related to the sort of damage he was doing to his own body. A good ten minutes had passed, and yet somehow he was already a towering blob of pudge and fat, taller than the tables he was eating from despite being sat down; that rotund rear of his had become larger than the couple’s couch, probably bigger than their bed as well, with the rest of him being just as, if not proportionately fatter, going up from a pair of unbelievably enormous thighs to a belly that slung out several feet in front of him, all the way to a neck that threatened to engulf his head if he wasn’t careful. Grabbing food had become difficult, borderline impossible with some of the stuff on the other side of the table, but he somehow managed… though not without some trade-off. The floor beneath him wasn’t built on solid ground, but rather was a thick layer of wood, followed by another of concrete in between their living room and a spacious basement-slash-game room underneath. The two had never had issues with structural stability before, but then again, neither of them had ever pigged out so hard that their bodies’ natural weight alone would be enough to flatten steel; thus, the longer Spikes kept eating, the more the radial cracks caused by his initial collapse continued to grow, widening and stretching out in every direction until they became visible to the naked eye, coming out from underneath that mountainous, flabby Rena. Spikes, of course, wasn’t aware of this, nor was he truly cognizant of the sounds the floor was making: the wooden creaking, the crumbling beneath it, the noise of solid objects hitting the basement floor beneath as the concrete layer began to crack as well. Soon after, the very room itself would begin to shake slightly, what with the floor starting to sink in the middle of it; wouldn’t be all that surprising if it ended up dragging a significant chunk of the house along with it, but again, Spikes wasn’t concerned. As long as he could keep grabbing fried foodstuffs, or roasts, or chips, or the endless parade of sodas and fattening drinks that just seemed to appear from nowhere, he was happy; as long as he could have something in his mouth to chew on and swallow, or a drink to guzzle down, he was happy. As long as he could feel the pounds mounting each time he ate a mouthful of anything, he was happy… and so he continued being happy, all the way to the point where his head was halfway to the ceiling, his ass covered most of the living room on its own, and somehow the table had climbed up his belly in order for him to have easier access to its contents; a good thing too, considering the Rena’s upper body now took up pretty much every part of the living space that his ass didn’t, leaving him feeling almost uncomfortably cramped… hence why Spikes decided the best thing he could do would be to slightly readjust his seating position in order to find a new, more appropriate one, that wouldn’t leave him feeling like his body was collapsing in on itself. This was the straw that broke the camel’s back. As long as he had remained relatively stationary, the floor could hold on; it wasn’t the best of arrangements, and it would break down eventually anyway, but by doing nothing the Renamon could avoid disaster for as long as possible. Attempting to shift his frame from one position to another though? A single inch was all that was required for the house of cards to come crashing down, leaving him without any sort of support beneath his rotund rear, and his whole body was suddenly in freefall… for about a second or so, after which he plopped right on top of the game room’s ping pong table with a loud crash. He had become so large that his many fat rolls effectively didn’t even react to suddenly going down a whole story, apart from the immense jiggling shockwaves that didn’t seem to want to stop after getting started. In fact, the worst part about all of it was that the table with food had somehow vanished along with the ground floor, leaving Spikes to panic at the prospect that he might not have something to eat. That’s when he heard it: the sound of tires outside the house, signalling that someone was approaching. It had to be Tim, and when they showed up, they’d be able to see the predicament their partner was in, maybe even get to work feeding him themselves! But there was no sight of the lynx, no teasing comment about how big the Rena was, not even a whiff of their scent; instead, what Spikes heard was a switch being flipped and an engine revving up, followed by the loud clanking of machinery. He had heard it before, but couldn’t quite put his finger on it… at least not until he saw what was coming down from above: a tube. From the hole that he had left in the living room was descending a large, metallic, segmented tube that vibrated and whirred at about the same rhythm as the sounds coming from above, and the closer it got to him, the more he noticed it was actually plugged on his side. Reaching out with his pudgy arms, Spikes saw what was written on the side of it: “REMOVE CAP, APPLY TO MOUTH - TIM <3” Next to the message was a simple mechanical lock holding the tube’s cap in place; behind it, small bits of what looked to be nutrient paste were dripping out, and seeing as how the Rena couldn’t even begin to squeeze down on the thing, it was clearly stuffed to the nines with feedstock, prepared just for him. Only then did he put two and two together: the pipe, the whirring, the engine… Tim had gone out to grab a vacuum pump just so they could feed him on a literally industrial scale. The whole feast they had arranged beforehand? Nothing but an entrée, an appetizer for the true meal that had yet to be served. Spikes licked his lips, placing the tube next to his mouth and getting ready to shove it in the moment he got the cap off. The real feast was about to begin.

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Title: Housebound Ch. 04 Tags: emma, orgasm denial, electricity, escape, pussy spanking, collared, capture, bondage, resistance, broken *Note: This, as you might guess, takes place just after and then during the events of chapters two and three. You don't need to read them to figure out what's going on, but if you like this kind of thing...* \* Emma had quickly grown to hate her workout clothes--the little black lycra shorts, low-rise cotton panties, tiny white socks and black-and-pink sports bra she'd thought were so cute when she checked herself out in the mirror. They itched now, and wearing so little in the back of the damn van all night had made for a very cold ride. Even her ponytail holder had betrayed her, falling out early on and letting her hair flop everywhere--and with the gag in, she couldn't blow it out of her face. She was almost lucky he'd grabbed her at the beginning of her run, before she had a chance to get sweaty. She hadn't been able to believe it at first--grabbed and pulled into a van while out on a night jog? Really? Was this real life or a cautionary anecdote? But by the time he'd bound her hands behind her, locked her to the post, shoved vibrator inside her and spent the rest of the night picking up two more bewildered girls, she'd been forced to believe it. Especially when he stopped the van, far from anywhere she knew, and started pulling them out. By the time he'd taken the rest of them, one by one, and carried them off into... whatever this place was, Emma had more or less given up on the idea of struggling; she'd watched the redhead, then the blindfolded girl, then the feisty brunette all kick and squirm like wildcats, only to be handled easily and spanked for their trouble, like this guy was some kind of judo master. It hadn't escaped her notice that their hair colors all differed (brown, red, black and her own nearly-white blonde), or that they all had similar figures: from slender to athletic, petite but leggy, with small breasts and within a few years of the same age. This guy clearly had not only a well-honed system for picking up girls, but particular tastes he was looking to sate. The four of them were a matched set. But Emma had no intention of playing her part. So when he returned for her, she went limp as he untied her, letting her shoulders shake a little, turning her face away. *Yeah,* she thought as he heaved her out, *just lull yourself into believe I'm going easy, you bastard...* In the meantime, dangling upside-down over his shoulder, she tried to get an idea of where they were. The garage where he'd parked the van was large, holding two more vans just like it, along with a few expensive-looking cars and a motorcycle. Every one gleamed as if it'd been freshly detailed. That gave her hope: if there was some kind of staff here, or at least visiting attendants, there was a chance of escape. Out of the garage and into a basement hallway lined with six ominous metal doors; the clanking she'd heard must mean that the brunette girl was behind one of these now. She noticed that each one had a peephole--but that the eyepiece was set to look inward. They came to a more normal-looking staircase with hardwood steps, split by a landing halfway up, and began to climb. As they went, Emma noticed the door of what was almost definitely an elevator opposite the stairs. How big *was* this place? It seemed like just a large house, but what kind of house had an elevator, and why? Then she had a vision of herself tied to that pillar again, but this time on a wheeled platform, on its way down the elevator to those metal doors. Emma felt her heart pound against her ribs. Confirming her house hypothesis, Emma glimpsed some kind of large, open room at the top of the second flight--decorated like a teenage boy's dream hangout, with a massive television and speakers, but again incongruously spotless and organized. Then they were climbing up another flight, and another, until they emerged from the stairway (another elevator door here, she noted) onto a glassed-in balcony. Emma was looking out onto a forest, with hills rising slightly to either side, and no other sign of civilization--the sun was rising, and she couldn't even see a streetlight anywhere. This house was completely isolated. *A perfect place,* she thought, *to spend some time alone with your victims...* The balcony led to another hallway, though the doors up here were mahogany, not metal. Yet the one he opened seemed to belong in a much darker place. It was laid out with a frightening clarity: the large bed in the center was a four-poster, but its posts were steel, anodized to a dark red color. There was only one sheet. A few feet away on either side were steel tool cabinets with dozens of drawers. One wall had several panel doors set into it, made of some kind of smoked glass that offered a dim view of another balcony and the trees beyond. Two more walls were lined with shackles. There were rings set into the floor, mirrored by rings welded to the ceiling--which, she noticed, was a grid of dark pipes like that of a black-box theater. In fact, the light in here came from a number of dimmed theatrical spotlights, aimed to highlight the gleaming metal pieces in the room. Emma knew exactly what was going to happen in here. So the minute he tossed her onto the bed, she rolled away frantically, bouncing sideways off it and stumbling onto her feet. He was already moving for the door, but she faked toward him, then spun and darted for the balcony door. Before he could get to her, she wedged a toe into one side, and the door slid open as she'd hoped; a quick glance confirmed that it was too high to jump down from the outside, but she was out of the room. This balcony seemed to continue all the way around the second floor, so she picked right at random and ran, tucking her feet in a roll as she went to get her hands under her legs. They were still bound, but at least now they were in front of her. Emma ran. Glad he hadn't removed her running shoes, she made for the corner of the house. She could hear him stepping out onto the balcony behind her. Emma darted around the corner, adrenaline making her weary muscles suddenly alive and quick. There were more of the same smoked-glass sliding doors on this side. Taking a gamble, she ran to the second one and pulled it open with her bound hands--then left it behind and headed forward again, around the next corner of the wraparound balcony. With luck, he'd assume she'd gone back inside and check that room, whatever it was. She thought she'd glimpsed workout equipment inside it. No time to wonder. Rounding onto the back side of the house, she saw that the balcony extended onto a proper deck with an external stairway--yes! Trying to move quickly without making much noise, she headed straight to it and swung herself around and down. Glancing back where she'd come, she still didn't see him. Her ruse had bought her some time! Emma was sure her heart was pounding loud enough to give her away, but she made her footsteps careful and quiet, angling to get far enough down that the deck would hide her from sight. Soon she was back at the ground floor, looking in the large windows of a huge kitchen that extended from the back of the house. She ducked around behind it and took a moment to untie and toss aside the gag from her mouth, then to stick a hand down her shorts and pull the insistent egg vibrator out of her pussy. She tossed both aside with a hateful look. Breathing fast, Emma took a moment to consider her options. Until she figured out where she was, finding a phone wouldn't help--she wouldn't be able to tell anyone where to find her. That left two choices: running off through the woods and hoping she stumbled onto civilization, or stealing a car. Without any knowledge of the surrounding forest, she liked her odds with the car better. Unfortunately, that meant going back inside. If her mental map of the house was right, the garage was in a partially-exposed basement--on the opposite side from her. He'd have to have figured out that she wasn't in the workout room now, so he'd be looking around the perimeter of the balcony. Going straight through the house was a better choice. Climbing to her feet, she crept to the exterior door of the kitchen and softly twisted the knob. The door opened without a creak. She remembered noticing how well-maintained this place was. Inside, she crouched for a moment; the only sound she could hear was a soft whimpering from somewhere else on this floor. It caught at her heart, but the fact was that she had no way to uncuff the other captives, any more than she could herself. Her best chance was to get out and send help back to them. Still, there were no footsteps. Keeping herself crouched to hide behind the big island in the middle of the kitchen's tile floor, she moved slowly to its open side, and found herself looking out at the big entertainment center she'd noticed on her way up. She was closer to the garage than she'd thought--there was the doorway to the staircase. Every part of her body wanted to sprint for it, but Emma knew she had to be cautious. A house built to keep girls prisoner, as she was beginning to suspect this one was, had to have cameras everywhere. She made herself step softly onto the carpet and creep around the edge of the wall until she arrived. Emma stepped into the staircase, knowing this was the riskiest part: he could easily look down the center gap and spot her. She pulled off her shoes and, holding them in one hand, took two steps at a time down the wooden stairs. She was out into the frightening hallway and its array of steel doors. Emma wanted to peek inside--whatever was happening to the brown-haired girl in there, she was sure it was awful--but she didn't know which was the right one, and her time was running out. She gritted her teeth and moved past them. She was in the garage at last. Emma didn't know much about cars, but the second one in the line had a logo that she thought she recognized as a Bentley. More importantly, it looked fast. Still in her socks, she padded to the driver's side and pulled open the unlocked door. If these cars had been professionally detailed, then something she'd seen on TV shows might work--she reached her bound hands up above the little flip-down shade, and a thrill of elation ran through her as she felt a key ring. She was going to make it out of here. She was going to escape! The arrogant bastard hadn't even bothered closing the garage door behind himself. Emma buckled her seat belt, shoved the key into the ignition, and turned it. "Thumbprint identification failed," purred the car. "Initiating restraint procedures." "NO!" Emma cried out in horror as the belt suddenly tightened across her waist and shoulder; within a second, more belts were deploying, snapping over her arms and ankles. Her hands were ripped away from the ignition and pulled back against her body. The seat was reclining automatically, going back impossibly far, until she was forced to arch upwards by the tightness of her bonds. A belt snapped across her mouth, pulling her head back and gagging her once again. Emma struggled desperately, but the belts were immovable. After being so close to freedom, here she was--strapped down tight and helpless, with her grinning captor looking down at her through the windshield. "I sort of hoped you'd try this," he said, opening the driver's door. "I thought you looked like a fighter. And if there's one thing I love, it's when a girl assumes I'm an idiot." "Mmmm MMMM!" Emma managed to jerk a little against the straps, but they only drew tighter. Meanwhile, he climbed into the car and straddled her, pulling a rubber-lined steel circle from his back pocket. "You should have tried making it on foot," he says. "You wouldn't have, of course--the woods are filled with security cameras, and there's a fifteen-foot fence around the perimeter of the estate--but you could have stayed out a little longer, since I hadn't gotten this on you yet." Carefully, he pulled her loose hair from behind her slender neck, then fastened the collar snugly around it. Emma felt her heart drop as it clicked shut. She was sure there was more to this than just the symbolism--which was confirmed as she felt a paralyzing jolt of electricity down her spine. She gasped through the gag. "Refreshing, isn't it?" He tapped the face of his wristwatch, and Emma let out a little squeak this time as the collar jolted her again. "It does all kinds of other things, too, as you'll learn... like emitting a tracking beacon that will let me find you pretty quickly if you try to run off again." He was pulling more slender straps out of the glove compartment now, clipping the metal ring at one end of them to her wrist cuffs, the other end to her collar. Then he pulled a pair of blunt scissors from his pocket. "I bet you hate these clothes by now anyway," he chuckled, and began to slice through the sides of her shorts. Emma closed her eyes and tried to think as she felt the tight fabric start to go slack. Playing possum had worked once, but he wouldn't fall for that trick again. The bonds obviously weren't about to give her any slack. She'd foolishly bypassed the other girls in her rush to save herself, so she had no backup--she hadn't even thought to grab a knife from the kitchen. She was running out of plans... Her shorts were gone; the cold metal of the scissors slid up her side and under her sports bra, then began to cut. She couldn't plead with him, gagged; she couldn't bargain, or even threaten. If she somehow managed to get free of him, she wouldn't get far without shoes. The tight elastic of her top snapped loose as he finished cutting through one side and moved the scissors to the other. In a moment, it would be gone. She was helpless, stripped and out of options; she could be shocked like cattle whenever he wanted, or tracked down on a whim. She was utterly defeated. Emma tried very hard not to admit that the thought made her pulse race. He tossed aside the remains of her bra, and she squirmed under him in nothing but her black cotton panties, socks and steel collar. He took one of her small pink nipples between his fingers and pinched, then began to pull slowly upwards, until her back arched even further and she clenched her eyes shut against the painful tightness. "I'm going to undo the belts," he said. "I'm going to paralyze you and lift you out of the car, and I'm going to make you crawl on your knees and elbows before me, like a little bitch. We're going back upstairs to the red room, where I will chain you to the bed and violate your cunt, your mouth, and your ass. Your clit will be stimulated thoroughly, but you will not be permitted to come. Any sign of struggle will be punished swiftly and sharply. And oh, Emma... I do so hope you struggle." Emma groaned through the strap and shut her eyes. She tried to tell herself it was from fear, and not from the pulsing ache in her pussy--and then the shock hit. Gasping in pain, she felt the belts loosen, but her muscles wouldn't work. She was lifted out easily and dropped belly-down on the dirty garage floor, her pale, slender form twitching and rigid. When at last the shock subsided, she discovered that the gag was gone, but that the straps around her wrist cuffs still kept them tight against her neck. He hadn't been kidding about crawling on her elbows; she was going to have to do exactly that, and with her face practically pressed to the floor to boot. "You don't have to do this," she managed, and then yelped in pain as his open-handed smack landed square on her pussy. "Trying to negotiate," he said calmly, "is resistance," and one hand tangled tightly in her fine blonde hair. The other spanked her most sensitive place again and again, while a knee in her back kept her from rolling over or pulling her legs together. Emma tried to count them to distract herself--five, six, seven--soon she was squealing loudly each time, unable to contain it. *Fuck,* he was strong! "Please!" she finally cried out. "Don't, please, stop, stop!" One more slap, even harder than the rest, and then he finally relented. "Then move, Emma," he murmured, and she could hear him panting from exertion too. The pressure on her back let up, and she felt a click as he snapped a chain leash into the back of her collar. Emma moved. Inch by inch, she made her way into the hallway again, with him close behind and the chain wound up short. If she went too fast, she felt the leash jerk tight, choking her; when she slowed down a tiny bit, she was rewarded with another spank. Her face was bright pink with effort, anger, frustration and fear. Emma tried desperately to think of something to say that would make him reconsider, give him pause, convince him to let her go or even just wait a minute, but nothing came; the pounding of her blood in her ears mirrored the throbbing in her swollen pussy, and only some of that was from pain. She could barely think at all. They were at the elevator; another reason to have it, she thought, to transport crawling women. But he jerked her away from the door and forced her to turn the other direction. "Ah ah," he said, smacking her again and making her gasp, "your little stunt with the workout room means you get to take the scenic route." Panting and humiliated, Emma found herself crawling step by step up the staircase, like a child. At the first landing, he pulled her up short and put a knee on her back again, forcing her face against the hardwood. Then he yanked down on the back of her panties, and Emma felt her eyes go wide at a sudden pressure between her cheeks. "Every good bitch needs a tail," he said, and the first lubricated bead slid into her ass. Emma squirmed desperately, wanting it out, *now,* but he held her down and pushed in a second... then a third. At last he released her, and she felt the rest of the chain of beads fall to swing down between her thighs. "Y-you're a sick fuck," she managed. "Acknowledged," he said. "Now mush." Two steps. Four steps. Seven steps. Ten. Emma couldn't bear to look out into the main living area, where she'd been free for such a short time; she kept her face turned to the wall and bit her lip as he held her down again and shortened her "tail" by pushing three more beads inside her. The worst part of it was that each time he pushed one in, she felt her pussy pulse with need; he was degrading her, humiliating her, and it was making her soak right through her panties. Another flight. Three more beads. The last flight, and they were at the top, where he forced five beads inside her--the last of which felt twice as big as any of the others, so that he had to press painfully hard. Emma yelped at the sensation as it slid inside her at last. With his knee still pushing down on her back, she felt his finger run gently up her neck, then brush a little of her fine blonde hair away from her heated cheek. "You're wet," he murmured. "I can smell you from here, girl." "You had a vibrator inside me all night," she managed. "Don't be too fucking proud of yourself." He laughed a little. "No, I know you left that one outside. This... this is fresh." His hand worked its way under the side of her panties and stroked slowly over her swollen, moist, achingly tender lips. "You're not just a bitch, are you, Emma? You're a bitch in heat." Emma was about to retort when his fingers closed on the little nub at the top of her pussy and began to slowly tighten. She bit her lip and panted through her nose as he toyed with her; her clit had been cruelly denied any pressure all night, until he'd started spanking it downstairs, and now this mix of pain and pleasure was almost a sensory overload. She felt her hips jerking involuntarily as she tried not to let him have the satisfaction of hearing her squeak like a toy. She failed. His fingers released her, then, and she panted with relief until she realized he was digging in his pocket for yet another of his seemingly endless supply of devices. When he found it, he flipped her easily over onto her back and shoved his knee between her legs to hold them apart, even as one hand pressed between her breasts to keep her down. The other hand was tugging off the last scraps of her clothing. Collared, nude, achingly wet against her will, with a string of beads shoved up her ass. Emma didn't see how her situation could possibly get any more degrading. That was, until he brought out a specially shaped clamp and set it on her clit. "*No!*" she gasped, and bucked wildly, consequences be damned; but he just smiled and started to tap the face of his watch, still holding her down. Each shock was more painful than the last; she grunted with pain, then yelped, then screamed aloud by the time he got to ten jolts. Her muscles were shaking too badly to even squirm. He spanked her pussy a few more times, until her clit was throbbing and stiff, and put the clamp back onto it. He tightened it and flicked her once to make sure it was on firmly, as she gasped raggedly for breath. Then he took the leash off of her collar and clipped it to the clamp. "Up," he said, standing and finally releasing her. She failed to get her legs under her on her first try; he snapped the leash until she managed it, legs still shaking. Then he made her walk behind him, wrists still strapped to her collar, as they once again entered the room with the bed in the middle. Emma was right back where she'd started, and even worse off. Her whole body ached. Heat burned in her lower belly, and she could feel a trickle of her own wetness making its way down her left thigh. He pulled her to the bed, then pushed her down onto it, on her back. The last time he'd done that she'd managed to use the bounciness of the springs to get away from him, but this time there was no chance of that. She tried to squirm away, weakly, but he simply grabbed her collar and hauled her over to where he wanted her: horizontally splayed across the sheet, with her head hanging off the edge of the mattress. "Would you like to be gagged?" he asked matter-of-factly, as he unzipped his black jeans and let them drop, then pulled his sweater off over his head. His cock wasn't huge, but it stood out rigid enough under his boxers until he pulled them down as well. "I ask only as a courtesy." "Fuck you," Emma panted. He grinned, clambering onto the bed above her and forcing his knee between her thighs again. Emma still hadn't quite recovered from her last bout with the electric collar; she couldn't keep him out. Soon he had her legs on either side of his waist, putting one hand under her hips to lift her wet pussy up toward his cock. "You first," he said, and jerked the leash. The pain in her clit was exquisite. Emma inhaled sharply and felt herself bucking her hips forward, forcing herself onto him to relieve the pressure, her body completely at his command. His cock impaled her and still he yanked at her clit-leash; she found her legs wrapping around him, pulling him as deep as she could bear into her aching cunt. She learned the correct rhythm soon enough: he snapped the leash, and she pulled him as deep inside herself as she could; he released, and she slid back a little, just enough to pull him in again. Her ankles were crossed behind his back, and the bed was damp and cool beneath her with their sweat and her wetness. Jerk, release. Jerk, release. Fuck, release. Fuck. It wasn't until he actually released the clamp and took it off her clit that she fuzzily realized he'd stopped using the leash some time ago, and that she was fucking him anyway. "How does that feel?" he said, throaty and amused, as she hissed through her teeth at the tingling pins and needles that accompanied blood rushing back into her clit. The sensation grew suddenly more intense, then began to recede, and she glanced down in mid-fuck to see that he'd placed something new against it: like a little vibrating silicone cup, lubricated, at one end of a thick handle. Even after all the abuse he'd dealt her pussy--perhaps because of that--it felt good. Really good. Emma's cunt was flooding anew, and she found herself fucking him even faster, because when she relaxed her trembling legs and pulled away he pulled the toy away too. "Subject is nonverbal," he said, panting as he braced himself against her bucking hips, "but reaction is *very* positive. I've often wondered if I could control a slut like you purely through clitoral manipulation, Emma." "--not a s-slut," she gasped, in the face of all available evidence, chest and cheeks flushed, body gleaming with sweat. "Then stop," he whispered. "Try to escape again. Show me what you're really made of." He pulled the toy away. Emma, whimpering, tried to make herself unlock her ankles and push herself off his hot thick hard cock. Instead, she felt herself arching desperately upward, like a begging puppy, her clit following the cup. He laughed and began to brush the tip softly and lightly against her, breaking her rhythm, until she was squirming like a marionette to follow his hand. "Now, now, a good slave must recite her lessons before she gets her reward. What did I tell you would happen, down there in the garage?" "That I'd c-crawl," she managed. "Crawl like what?" "Like a little--like--aaAAHH!--like a l-little bitch!" He gave her a brief burst of pressure, just as she pulled him deeper than ever, and Emma felt her mouth opening, eyes rolling back in her head. "Good! And then?" Her mouth was so dry (yet she was so wet)--she had to lick her lips several times before she could continue. "Chain me to the b-bed." "Oh! Do you know, I nearly forgot that?" Her eyes went wide, and he reached down, roughly grabbing her pussy and shoving her away from him. Confused, she let her legs untangle from around him as he pulled out of her, but before she could have a moment to figure out what was happening, he'd flipped her over onto her belly. His hand was at her collar, doing something, and then the straps binding her wrists came free of it with a metallic click. She had no opportunity to do anything about this (and at this point, she found herself wondering, what would she have done?), as he was instantly yanking her arms out straight and locking each wrist into a ring a couple feet up the tall steel bedposts. She was almost kneeling, now, but pitched considerably forward, with much of her weight on her wrists. To get any kind of balance at all, she had to try to pull her legs under her--but his knees were pressing down hard on her ankles, so that when she did that, the only effect was to pull her body back a few inches. Onto his waiting cock. "I do think the cameras like this angle better," he breathed in her ear, as one hand began to tease her clit with the toy again and the other came up to pinch a stiff pink nipple. Humiliatingly, Emma realized she'd already begun to fuck herself back against him again--but only because she couldn't help it, in this awkward position. Right? The question blurred into meaninglessness in her mind as she groaned with animal need, his cock now in the perfect position to grind against her g-spot. "We haven't reached the end of the lesson yet," he reminded her. "What did I say I'd do next?" "Ffffuckme," she breathed. "Be specific," he murmured, biting her earlobe sharply. "Ngh! Uh, v-violate my cunt!" "And then?" Emma's heart pounded. "M-mouth?" The teasing pleasure at her clit suddenly stopped, and she found the pulsing little cup at the end of the toy before her lips. She could see the way it gleamed, her own wetness coating the tip. "Open," he said. Still fucking him, Emma sucked it clean. He began to pound back against her for the first time, forcing the toy deep into her mouth; Emma knew he couldn't possibly last forever, and she could hear the ragged edge of control in his voice as he whispered again. "I gave you a rule to obey, didn't I, Emma?" "Mmm nnn mmmm--" "That's right," he said, pulling the toy out from between her lips with a pop, "you aren't going to come. Not today, girl. No matter how bad you want to." He pressed it down hard against her clit, now wet from her tongue instead, and she was sure he was wrong: she was definitely going to come, any minute now, she was so fucking close! But he pulled away at the last moment, and suddenly slowed his thrusts, leaving her balanced on the very edge. Thoughtlessly, Emma pushed back, trying to get his cock back inside her. She only needed a little more-- "No no no NO," he growled, and she felt the clamp snap onto her clit once more. Emma squealed like a--well, like nothing so much as a girl throwing a tantrum, she had to admit, as her body thrashed wildly at the sudden pain. He rode her gyrations for a minute or so, enjoying her desperate squirming, before a tap on his damnable watch stilled her with a paralyzing shock. "You skipped something, didn't you? Such a naughty slut, thinking she could be clever. I suppose I'll have to instruct you. I promised, Emma, to violate your cunt, your mouth, and... oh yes." Emma hung in her chains, exhausted muscles twitching, dripping with sweat and her own arousal. She knew what was coming. She almost welcomed it. He began to fuck her again, pressing the toy against her clamped and hypersensitive clit for a slow and measured second with each long thrust. Emma felt herself climbing to the peak of orgasm, getting closer and closer--and then, just as he rammed himself particularly deep, he pulled the first bead out of her ass. There was pain to it, and pleasure, and shock, and somehow it was just enough to distract her from the attentions being paid to her pussy. Then he thrust again, rolling the tip of the toy against her, and she surged upward--and the second bead on the chain popped out. Over and over he did it, manipulating her body with masterful precision, until she was too wild with desperate need to do anything but writhe and fuck... and beg him. "No," she heard herself whimper, "please, don't, fffFFUCK, can't, c-can't, cunt, please, please please please nnnoooo--" The words leaving her mouth seemed distant and independent somehow; she had no control over them, and wasn't even sure if she was begging him to stop or to just fucking get on with it. All Emma could think of was being bound here, wrists and cunt and clit and ass aching, always wet, always frustrated, always completely possessed. She couldn't remember how many beads he'd put inside her, and she lost count at a ten on the way out. Then, when she finally felt the last one leave, he pulled off the clamp. Again, the pins and needles; again, the overstimulation and gradual relief of the toy, keeping her trembling on edge. He began to push the beads back in. Emma broke; she knew it, felt it happen. Her body ceased to be her own. It was his toy, his possession; she existed to provide him with a cunt, and her clit and nipples and mouth and ass were controls on her to be used as he chose. "Please," she whispered, "please, please, you win, your cunt, all yours, *please!*" He pulled out, and she felt his hot cum splash against her back; she cried out with each spurt against her gleaming skin, feeling something happen inside her aching pussy that wasn't an orgasm exactly--a pulse, a contraction, a tightening of a leash that offered new heights of desperate pleasure without a hint of relief. Hanging there on her knees like a sacrifice to some ancient beast, dripping with sweat and wetness and his seed, Emma closed her eyes, unable to believe the deep satisfaction thrumming through her still-needy body. His hand stroked her cheek. "We're going into the bathroom now," he said, his own voice a little raw. "You will crouch on the floor, where I will clean you, after I've cleaned myself. You will be permitted water and a little food, and then we'll go to the bedroom across the hall. I'll lock your collar to the end of that bed, and you'll sleep naked at my feet. Disobedience... well, I think I can rely on you to be tame for the moment, can't I, Emma?" Without looking up, she nodded. He unclipped her chafing wrists from the bedposts and locked the slender leash to her collar once more. He didn't even have to snap it; aching and stiff, she lowered herself down onto the floor, on her knees and elbows, fingers locked behind her head. She arched her back to look up and follow his finger. He pointed toward the door. Emma crawled.

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Title: Bully or Buddy, Part 2 by Wolfie Steel Tags: Bully or Buddy. By Wolfie Steel. Part 2. ***Author's note:* This story is based on real life events. It will contain violence, bad language, gay sex, gay rape, and even death, so be warned!** I wake up the following morning, not having had much sleep to start with, I begin to shiver uncontrollably as the memory of what happened the previous day comes back to haunt me, suddenly I'm brought back to the here and now as mom knocks my bedroom door. "Honey, it's me can I come in?" I get up from my bed and open the door to my room, mom slowly walks in and I can already see a look of steely determination on her face. "Ok Mike, get yourself showered and dressed and then I will make you some breakfast, and then I will take you to school. We will see if this guy is anywhere to be seen and then we will go and see the head teacher" Again I begin to shiver as I think about seeing the Doberman again; mom sees the shiver and puts a comforting paw on my shoulder. "Don't you worry Mike; no one messes with my son and gets away with it" Mom turns and leaves my room and heads downstairs towards the kitchen to start on breakfast, as she passes the phone I hear her pick it up, after a couple of seconds I hear her talking to someone on the phone, it's her boss from work. "Hi Mr Leyland, it's Pam Milan, I'm sorry but I'm going to be late into work today as I have to go to my sons school for a meeting with the headmaster, I promise that I will make up the time" After a few more seconds I hear mom put the phone down and head into the kitchen, I head into the shower and turn it on; I get undressed and then I step into the stream of water, hopefully it will rinse the filth of the Doberman's paw from my body, it's just a pity that it won't rinse it from my memory. \<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\>\<\> After my shower I dry myself off and then get dressed into my school uniform, once dressed I slowly make my way downstairs and head towards the kitchen where my mom has a bowl of cereals and a plate of toast waiting for me. I sit at the table and begin to eat, my mom is sitting opposite me, she looks at me in silence just watching me eat, and then she speaks. "You know son, the past year has been hard on us both, but it has been hardest for you, first the death of your dad, then moving house and having to leave your friends behind, and now this, some grubby pawed kid who can't keep his paws to himself, I promise you this honey once this mess is sorted out you and I will go away for a holiday" A weak smile plays across my face as I hear this, it also has a profound effect on my tail which gently begins to wag, something that it has not done for just over a year. Once breakfast is finished I put my school jacket on and collect my bag, my mom hands me some money to use for my lunch, again the memories come back of how this mess started and I begin to shiver, but then I begin to toughen up, I don't want mom to see me as a broken pup. We both head out to the car and begin the journey to school. As we pull into the parking area I see the Doberman standing by the entrance doors again, his face is devoid of any remorse for what he did just twenty four hours earlier, in fact he is laughing and joking with his friends. I let out a whimper which my mom hears. "That's him isn't it?" I nod my head and a single tear falls from my eye, mom stops the car and gets out, she calmly walks over to the Doberman and stands in front of him, she is just a little taller than the Doberman but not quite as imposing. "I know what you did to my son, I'm not going to let you get away with it you pervert, and your days of touching up young pups are numbered" After her speech she turns back and heads towards the car. We find a parking space in the parking area and then we head into the main building, again I see Mr Bernard walking towards me, he stops in front of me and mom. "Mrs Milan I presume, and the fact that you have brought young Mike to school today tells me that all is not well in the Milan household" My mom doesn't answer him which causes the teacher to lay a gentle and directing arm around her shoulder. "I think I know what this is about, though I have been wrong before, this is about Ben O'Neil chasing Mike yesterday morning am I right?" Mom looks deep into the Rottweiler's eyes; it's then that a realisation hits Mr Bernard hard. "Something else went on yesterday between Mike and Ben didn't it? Well, in that case I had better lead you both to the office of Mr Giles, the school Headmaster, though if you guys don't mind, I would like to sit in too" Mr Bernard begins to walk to the Head teacher's office and mom and I follow, once at the office door Mr Bernard knocks on it, after a few seconds the door opens to reveal a Husky clad in an expensive suit, Mr Bernard introduces us to the Husky. "Mr Giles, this is Michael Milan and his charming mother, they would like a word with you regarding Ben O'Neil" The Husky looks down towards me and replies. "What has he done this time?" I open my muzzle to speak, but mom beats me to it. "Don't you think it would be better if we did this behind closed doors and sat down?" The Headmaster closes the door and then motions for us to sit, mom and I sit in front of the desk facing Mr Giles while Mr Bernard sits just off to the side, observing. Mom now goes into full flow. "You have a student attending this school that likes to mess around with younger students, and by mess around I mean.....molest" The eyes of both Mr Bernard and Mr Giles go wide as they hear this; Mr Bernard stands from his seat and kneels before me. "Is this true Mike, did O'Neil do something to you.....or touch you in some way?" I gently nod and begin to sob again; Mr Bernard lets a growl escape from his throat, but the look on Mr Giles' face doesn't change, instead he makes his own reply. "Did anyone else see the alleged attack?" I shake my head, tears still streaming down my cheeks, Mr Giles continues. "Well then, how do we know that the attack ever took place, I mean for all we know you yourself could have instigated the alleged attack" At this my mom stood bolt upright and quickly reached across the desk to grab hold of Mr Giles, fortunately the Husky moved back out of reach, so instead he got a verbal tongue lashing from mom. "Mr Giles, my son does not cry at the drop of a hat, and I don't take too kindly to you accusing him of starting what basically boils down to a rape, now I demand that you do something about this, because so help me, if Mike comes home in tears again, I will take matters into my own paws, now Mr Giles what do you intend to do about this situation?" The Husky lets out a sigh and then makes his reply. "Ok Mrs Milan, I will pull Mr O'Neil in and have a good talk with him about his conduct, but without solid evidence that is all I can do" A quietly seething female German Shepherd nods her head slowly in agreement, she thanks Mr Giles for his time and me, mom and Mr Bernard leave the room. Mr Bernard closes the door behind him and quickly catches up to me and mom, he speaks to my mom. "I have a nasty feeling that Mr Giles will do the absolute minimum with regards to talking to Ben O'Neil, me on the other paw, well I will be a little more thorough as me and Mr O'Neil have what you might call a love hate relationship, namely he loves to hate me. As I mentioned to your son, the reason that Mr Giles will do very little is because of the fact that his parents are on the board of governors for the school" My mom looks Mr Bernard deep in the eyes and gives her reply. "In my experience Mr Bernard, the bigger they are the harder they fall" Mr Bernard just gently nods his head in agreement and then turns to head towards his class. It seems that at least one of the teachers has said something to the Doberman, because all through the rest of the day he gives me no trouble. Mom comes to collect me at the end of school just to make doubly sure that I don't suffer any reprisals from O'Neil. Indeed for the rest of the week all is calm, but in my mind I have my doubts that it will remain that way.

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Title: Blue Eyes 03 by foofox Tags: Coming Out, Fox, M/M, Realistic, Violence (Not In Yiff) This is another story in the Blue Eyes series. I thought I should fill you in a little on Mike's past. Contains homosexual themes, violence and no yiff. Forgive me, Mike, the story had to be told. \================================ Michael woke early that morning, the bright New Haven sunshine streamed through the window of his cramped little room. Although it was only his second semester at Yale he felt like he had been doing this forever. Each day had a familiar rhythm to it which he enjoyed. As he pulled on his trousers he checked the weather outside: there was still a bit of a bite in the spring air. He shrugged on his jacket and checked his pocket-watch: one minute to go. He waited patiently and at exactly five past seven, opened the door just in time to see his neighbour disappear down the stairs. A guilty thrill ran down his spine to the tip of his tail. He had been living next door to Alex for months and they had exchanged nothing but the occasional glance as they walked to campus each day. Still, he liked to walk just a few steps behind the grey fox as they made their way to the law school. The little red fox hastily locked his door and made for the stair well, taking them two at a time. He had a good feeling about today. This old building had originally been built as a hotel in a grand Victorian style. Some decades ago, during the civil war, it had served as a make-shift hospital. Now, with so many young people flocking to the new world for a new life and a new education, the narrow corridors and small rooms were perfectly suited to places of residence. He burst out through the wisteria encrusted archway, into the morning sunshine and slowed down to a walk. He hummed a little to himself and breathed in the smells from the park across the road. Alex was only half a block away now, wending his way to campus like clockwork: you could set your watch by him. Perhaps that's why Mike liked him so much. Liked him? Mike shook his head 'till his whiskers hurt. No, that's not right. He's just interesting, that's all, an enigma, a puzzle. Why then did it feel more like an infatuation? No. Those thoughts were behind him now. He was going to be respectable, study law, and make a name for himself. A new start... "Hey!" too late he realised he had walked into the back of his quarry. A pair of deep hazel eyes considered Mike from a soft grey face. Alex was tall for a fox, especially a grey. "Um, sorry," Mike mumbled. How could he forget? They were always held up by the carriages at this intersection. "Not to worry, Alex smiled pleasantly. You're the guy from next door right?" "Y-yes, Mike." "Good morning, Mike. I'm Alex." they shook paws. "Yes, I know." Damn that sounded idiotic. Alex raised his eyebrows and grinned. "Well, you seem to know all about me, yet I've hardly met you. You should come and visit me sometime. Too much study is unhealthy, you know?" With a wave the lanky vulpine was gone, lost in a sea of pedestrians. Needless to say, for the rest of the day the Mike had difficulty focusing on his studies. \*\*\* Mike rapped hesitantly on the door and wiped the sweat from his paw on his pants. He'd been steeling himself all week for this moment. "Come in, door's open." came the instant response from within. Mike all but fell through the door, brandishing a bottle of wine before him. He'd agonised for hours over what to bring. It wasn't proper to come empty-handed but flowers or chocolate were out of the question. He'd settled on a sedate chardonnay. Alex rose from his seat as Mike entered and smiled. "Aah, Mike from next door, right?" He relieved Mike of his gift and pumped his arm vigorously. "Welcome my friend, but I am afraid you have me at a bit of a disadvantage: I was just finishing a letter, won't be a moment." Mike took a seat on the edge of the bed as the grey fox returned to his desk. The single, wood-slatted bed groaned even under his inconsiderable weight. This room was the mirror image of its neighbour. The simple pine writing desk still smelled of varnish too. Mike's eyes wandered over the room and settles on the books arrayed neatly on the bookshelf. He averted his eyes self-consciously, that was rude. He swung his legs idly and looked out the window instead: it was getting dark outside, the lamp lighters were out already, whistling to each other as they went about their business. "Whiskey?" "What? Oh." Alex had finished and was proffering a drink under his guest's muzzle. Mike didn't normally drink, but this close to his neighbour, he probably could do with something to stay his nerves. "Yes, thanks." He took the glass gingerly. "Well?" Mike took a gulp and coughed. Alex chuckled and lay down heavily on the bed. "Not much of a boozer, are you?" Mike shook his head and swallowed hard as the amber liquid burnt a fiery path down his throat. Alex leaned back against his headboard and took a sip of his drink. "So, Mike, tell me about yourself." His brown eyes sparkled mischievously. Mike took a sip from the glass and started talking. Maybe it was the drink or maybe it was the intoxication of being so close to his new friend, but he suddenly felt very talkative. "I'm studying law," of course, he knows that "It's, it's like a family tradition" he grimaced at the thought. There were three generations of lawyers bearing down on him from the past. Alex nodded slowly and topped up Mike's drink. He was a very good listener, his ears canted forward in genuine interest and he affected the expression of someone listening intently. The grey fox leaned back and Mike shuddered when a leg brushed his bushy red tail. "I'm listening," Alex smiled. "Well, so I'm going to be a lawyer, I suppose, but I am really an author, I'm working on a novel" he shot Alex a questioning glance. Not a hint of mockery. "It's about the West," Mike shrugged, "it's only started." The grey vulpine smiled and patted Mike on the paw. "I think it's great to have a passion in life, I mean, where would we be without passion?" He winked and took a swig of his whiskey. Mike mimicked him and continued. The words were coming faster now. He didn't know if they were making sense but it didn't really seem to matter all that much. \*\*\* Mike shook his head, for the past few minutes he had just been staring at his glass. It was dry. It was late! He really should be going; he'd overstayed his welcome as it was. He turned to farewell his host; "I must go, maybe we can meet for coff..." The tall grey fox was sleeping. The candle light played softly on Alex's features; his chest rose and fell slowly as he slept, his empty glass nestled in his paws. Maybe it was Mike's imagination but he appeared to have a little smirk on his face, as though he knew a secret. Suddenly the desire to touch him was overwhelming. No! He had to leave, right now! Mike stood up to leave and felt the room shift under him. How much had he drunk? One glass? Two? He willed himself towards the door but his legs wouldn't cooperate. Alex was just lying there, so peaceful, so beautiful. Now! Now! As if he were being controlled by an external agent, Mike felt himself lean forward towards the sleeping vulpine, the whisky was still strong on his breath. Without hesitation Mike kissed him softly on the muzzle. Alex moaned in response and Mike pressed forward a little, rubbing a paw through Alex's head-fur. Alex's eyes snapped open and widened in surprise. Mike's blood turned to ice at the look in his eyes. The glass in his paw shattered on the hard-wood floor. Alex sat up slowly as Mike withdrew and his expression matured from one of surprise to abject fear. Me? He's frightened of me? "I'm sorry, the whiskey. I didn't mean it, it was a mistake, a..." "Get away from me!" Alex recoiled, his muzzle creased into a snarl and his ears drew back menacingly. "I..." "You stay away or I'm calling the police!" "Alex, please." "Out!" Mike stumbled from the room in tears. He couldn't just go back to his room, not with his neighbour fuming next door. He needed a place to think, to clear his head. He struggled down the stairs and ran desperately for the park across the street. The park had always been his little sanctuary, he came here to think, to read or work on his novel. He'd never been out here at night though. The lamps cast the trees in a sickly yellow light. Their shadows crossed, forming deep pockets of darkness that by their very nature seemed to pose an immediate threat. Bushes grabbed at his fur and tree roots made him stumble. Maybe it was just his current state, but he even thought he could hear someone chasing him through the trees as he ran. His heart raced and he quickened his pace to match. He got to his favourite bench, breathing heavily. He sat down morosely and buried his face into the fur of his arms, shaking and rocking back and forwards. "How could you? How could you? He was even starting to like you then you had to pull that... what was that? Oh God, what have I done? His shoulders heaved, threatening to send him into another spasm of sobs. "No, pull yourself together, you're being melodramatic." Time to think: crying could come later. He'd have to move from his current lodgings, far away from Alex, maybe even the other side of the city. Yes, that would work well, he might even be able to find a cheaper place and save on his stipend. He nodded to himself and sniffed. Yes, not the end of the world, just a change of scenery, that's all. His head jerked up at a sudden sound. No, he wasn't imagining it: footsteps and voices. Who would be walking in his park at this time of night? Whoever they were he couldn't let them see him, not like this. He stood up, about to leave, when a voice froze him in his tracks. "There he is boys, get him." "Alex?" Something hard hit him across the muzzle and he went down in a heap. No sooner had he hit the floor than he was lifted up again by his coat. His own blood tasted metallic on his tongue. Through a dizzy haze, he saw Alex's face, twisted with rage. "That's him. Take a good hard look at the sodomite, boys." "Alex, I never." Alex punched him in the stomach and Mike doubled over, dry retching on the grass. "That's for including me in your sick perversion." Something hit him in the face and he fell onto his side. "And that's for saying my name" "I'm sorry, Alex, please." Boots kicked him from the front and back as he rolled into the foetal position. He yelped in pain when someone jumped on his arm. He heard rather than felt the bone snap like dry tinder. His heart constricted with a sudden fear: he was going to die! What did you do when you were dead? "H..hail Mary, full of grace" The blows came thick and fast now, the pain rolled over him in waves. He tried to yell for them to stop, but his lungs were empty, he couldn't breathe, it was all he could do to remain conscious. Every blow radiated pain like a heat wave from the impact. His whole body started to burn and he tried vainly to protect the back of his neck with his unbroken arm. "... the Lord is with thee" "Oh shut up" He received a muzzle-full of boot for his troubles. At least he wasn't dead. His clothes... why was he naked? The reason became immediately apparent, his assailants had acquired more props for his beating. Saplings rained down on his naked body, cutting straight through the skin and exposing raw flesh that stung in the cold night air. "Holy Mary, Mother of God!" He rolled onto his stomach and tried to crawl away with his good arm, but they kept laughing and dragging him back. "Pray for us..." "You tell all your inverted friends you're not welcome here." Someone spat on the ground next to his head and with that they all left. "Pray for us..." but the rest wouldn't come. He just lay there, naked, fur matted with dirt and blood. He tried not to breathe too hard because even the smallest breath sent waves of pain through his ribcage. The sobbing started again but this time he couldn't stop, every heave sent sharp pains through his chest but that was nothing compared to the cold dull feeling of utter abandonment. He had never felt so dirty, so undeserving and so utterly small. \*\*\* "Pray for us!" Mike woke with a start. His fur was slick with cold sweat and his heart pounded painfully in his chest. He was shivering with cold. It took a while for him to get his bearings. He was in bed with Joshua. The enormous husky was behind him, broad chest to the little vulpine's back. Mike could feel the steady beating of his heart, the rise and fall of his chest, the rumbling snoring noise he made when lying on his side. His shoulders shook as he cried with relief. Those days were behind him, safely in the past. He was free of all that now. He was so preoccupied he didn't notice that Joshua's snoring had stopped. Josh wrapped both arms tightly around his mate, his own tears seeping silently into his fur. Maybe one day Mike would trust him enough to tell him that story. He squeezed tighter as though the very thought would drive him away.

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Title: Friends: The Comatose Boyfriend Tags: television, sitcom, comedy, friends **Friends: Deleted Scenes - The Comatose Boyfriend** *Author's Note: Once again, I find myself apologizing for the length of time since my last submission. Unfortunately, life has many demands. But I trust that this story, which is actually three scenes, will make up for the wait. This story line was suggested by an anonymous reader. I hope that person sends me an e-mail, so I can give a note of personal thanks. Please keep the suggestions and comments coming. I am working on more scenes to share, and your kind words keep me going. Last, I'm certain there are good writers among those who read my stories. Especially given how long it's been taking me to finish each one, I'd like to encourage some of you to also write Friends fiction. It's really quite fun, and I know the rest of us would love to read your work!* \---- The sandy-haired stranger lay in the hospital bed. The two women who were with him had unintentionally put him there. They had distracted him as he walked through an intersection, and they watched in horror as he was hit by an ambulance. Sad and ironic; yet for him, quite fortunate. His physical injuries were minimal, but he hadn't yet regained consciousness. Monica, who sat next to the bed reading the paper, had been the direct cause with her enthusiastic, though very poorly timed, "Woo-woo!" Phoebe, who had goaded her friend into the Negligent Woo-wooing, stood at the end of the bed, arranging flowers. "I wish there was something we could do for him," Monica said woefully, as she folded the newspaper. "Yeah, me too..." Phoebe agreed, then exclaimed a moment later, "Oo! Maybe... maybe I could, ya know, massage him back to the Land of the Awake People!" Monica gave her a dubious look. "You think massage will bring him out of a coma?" "Well, it's not like Western Medicine has helped him. And, and maybe he just needs some positive energy flowing into his body," she explained with broad gestures. Her friend laughed, gently. "Okay, Pheebs. Have at it." Phoebe walked around to the other side of the bed. "Oh, but you keep reading to him. That way he, like, hears a friendly voice, and, and ya know, he walks toward it... y'know, back to his body." "All right," Monica replied, slowly and skeptically. "Well... I've already read the Times... I just have my book with me." "Oh. Well, read that, then," Phoebe encouraged. "Okay," Monica said, more from an intent simply to humor Phoebe, rather than in agreement with her idea. She pulled out the paperback, and found her book-marked place. "Let's see... 'Chapter Six - Loving Your Vagina'..." The two women locked eyes as the title sunk in. "I, I guess that chapter is, um, must be about, you know, feeling comfortable with your sexuality," Monica explained, with a noticeable lack of comfort, then she rapidly went on. "Okay, Chapter SEVEN." Looking up and down the man's body, Phoebe commented with a lustful tone, "Yeah, but I'd like to teach HIM how to love my vagina." Monica ignored her. "Um, okay, this one is 'Exorcising Your Mother Inside You'..." Phoebe began to ask, "What, are all the chapters-" Her friend interrupted her. "Well, it's a, a women's self-help book, okay? Just gimme a second. There's got to be something in here to read to him..." She continued leafing through the pages. "Oh! How about this one? 'Chapter Ten - Breaking Through Your Man's Shell.'" "Ooo, yeah... That's good! 'Cuz he's WAY deep in his, like, REALLY THICK shell," Phoebe said expressively. As Monica began to read, the blonde masseuse picked up one of the man's hands and began to rub the muscles of his fingers and palm. She moved from his hand up his forearm and bicep, kneading the muscles to relax them, and silently noting how big his bicep was in her hands. Then she moved to his other arm, as the comforting tone of Monica's voice filled the room. Gradually, Phoebe came to massage his temples, then moved down to his neck, and slowly, further down to his shoulders and chest. Her fingertips were treated to the feel of the man's muscular torso. "Well, well, we do work out, don't we?" Phoebe asked the unconscious man, though not realizing she had said the words out loud. Monica broke from her text, and paused. "Really?" she asked with a shy little smile. "Oh hell, yeah! Here... touch his chest," Phoebe offered. Monica hesitated. Certainly it might be fine for Phoebe, a masseuse, to touch the unknown, unconscious man. But for Monica to do it... it just seemed to violate a social boundary. "Um, no... no, thanks... I'll just, um, read," she replied. "Suit yourself," the blonde said, as she continued rubbing the man's chest. Monica kept reading, and Phoebe kept massaging. As her firm, feminine touch moved over the man's body, his arms and neck and chest and stomach, she was unaware of the slow, steady hardening of his penis. Then her therapeutic attention traveled downward to his thighs and her sight caught the obvious bulge in his crotch. "Oh! Oh! He's waking up!" she said excitedly. "He is?" Monica asked, jumping up from her seat, and searching his face for signs of awareness. "Not up there," her friend chided. "Look! Down here." Following this direction, Monica's eyes moved downward and she saw the now-quite-obvious tent in the bedclothes. "See? He's coming out of the coma," the blonde proclaimed. "Quick! Go get the doctor." Monica chuckled at the absurdity of the request. "Right. And what am I supposed to say? 'Um, Doctor? We think that guy is coming out of his coma. How do I know? Oh, well, my friend was massaging him... and well, he got a hard-on.'" The blonde stared at her dispassionately, then spoke. "And your point is?" "My point is that the hospital probably wouldn't like you massaging a comatose man, who you've never met." "Yeah, I guess you're right," Phoebe said grudgingly, as she stared at the erection. After a few seconds of thought and silence, she said, "You wanna see what it looks like?" Monica voiced her name in protest. "PHOEBE!" "Tell me you don't want to see what it looks like. Tell me you're not the least bit curious," came the challenge. Monica managed to lie. "No, I'm not. I, I don't... want to see... it." "Okay... now tell me honestly," the blonde replied, calling her bluff. "Look, we should probably just go," her friend said, trying to avoid the whole topic. She packed away her book and reached for her jacket. "But we can't just leave him like this." "Leave him like what?" "Well, all... hard, and aroused, and... TENSE." "And what do you propose we do?" Monica asked, knowing she didn't want to hear the answer. "Well, maybe we can, y'know, give him a hand." "Let me get this straight... You want to molest an unconscious man, so he'll cum, and his hard-on will go away." Phoebe replied cautiously, "'Molest' is such a dirty-sounding word." "Okay," Monica paused before rattling off a series of alternates. "Molest. Fondle. Grope. Masturbate. Jack off. Spank the monkey! Any of these words even APPROACHING an appropriate activity for this situation?" "No," came the grudging reply, "no. Yes, I know... you're right. We just... that's just... okay, we can't. Okay? Happy?" Monica took on a more accepting tone. "Y'know, Pheebs, it would be different if he was... well... 'un-comatose'. But with him like this, we just can't, 'k?" "Yeah, you're right. Maybe we should just go." "That would probably be best," Monica agreed. The girls put on their coats and left the room; walking down the hall, and taking the elevator to ground level. They went down the street to the subway station, and as they approached it, Phoebe spoke. "Oh, no," she said in her characteristic Phoebe-esque way. "I forgot my guitar." She tried to fake a laugh at her supposed forgetfulness. "Phoebe," Monica began with a stern tone, "you're not just going back to do stuff to that guy, are you?" "No! No, not at all. You were right. We can't do 'that' to him. I just need to go get my guitar. 'Cuz, I play tomorrow at the coffee house." Monica stared at her with wariness for a few moments. Then satisfied with her friend's promise, she moved on. "Okay, well, I have to get back and change for tonight. Don't forget, we're meeting Chandler's mom at that Mexican restaurant. 6:30, 'k? I'll call your machine and leave directions." "Got it. I'll just go and grab my guitar. And... I'll see you there." As her friend walked away, Phoebe got a little grin and pulled her hand out of her jacket pocket. She looked at the crossed fingers. "SUCH a handy thing," she said to herself. Minutes later, the blonde entered the hospital room. Her eyes immediately went to the unconscious man's loins. The tent was smaller, though his lingering stiffness was obvious. Her hand went to the bulge, rubbing its length. "See? I told Monica you needed my help," she said, receiving no response... not that she expected any. Phoebe's gaze slowly went up his body, eventually resting upon his gentle, handsome face. As she watched for a reaction, which she secretly hoped wouldn't come, her hand moved down and across the man's thigh. It slipped beneath the thin blanket and sheet at the side of the bed, and for the first time, her fingertips touched the bare skin of his leg. They traced along his defined, though relaxed, quads. "Oh yeah, you do work out," she said, giving an unacknowledged complement. "Nice... VERY nice!" Her hand glided upward, under his short hospital smock... and inside the leg hole of his boxers. Phoebe's shortly-trimmed nails gently scraped across his sack. It was nice and tight, giving additional evidence of the comatose man's arousal. Her fingers tracing the features of his genitals, like a woman deprived of sight. She caressed his scrotum for a little while, before reaching further up, and touching his erect penis and feeling his smooth skin. "Mmm... soft..." she purred. Phoebe's non-therapeutic genital massage grew the hardness of the man's member. She enjoyed the feel of the long stiff cock under her palm. But soon, it wasn't enough to just touch him. The blankets were tucked in around his chest, however, a few seconds later, they were pulled down to the man's knees. "I, I hope you won't be too cold, or anything," Phoebe said. "But I'm pretty sure I can warm you up... well, you know, at least the part that counts!" With this, the bottom of the hospital gown was pushed up to his stomach. Phoebe pulled down the waistband of his boxers, hooking it under his balls. As soon as it was free, the man's cock sprung up to full attention. Phoebe's eyes got wide at the sight of the large member. "Oh! It's everything I hoped for," she gushed, as though expressing thanks for an extravagant gift. "Okay," she explained matter-of-factly to the sleeping man. "I don't have a lot of time, so I'm just gonna help you... you know... get unhard. But maybe... maybe sometime we can get together and I can show you what I'm REALLY good at... y'know, sexually and stuff." Her hand wrapped loosely around the man's dick, and she began slowly stroking it up and down, enjoying the softness of the skin. In time, her grip tightened; just enough that the skin began moving with her hand. With several strokes, the penis was again stiff as a board. She paused her jacking, and simply held it, admiring its size and features. She caressed the fleshy head with her fingertips, and it flinched involuntarily. Phoebe giggled, and repeated the stimulation. "Now I know ONE thing you like." Her hand slowly rubbed it, as she considered what else she should do for him. She knew she could just masturbate him until he came, but... She addressed the man as he lay there, exposed. "Okay. The first thing you should know about me is that I'm a vegetarian. But, y'know, don't worry, 'cuz that doesn't include THIS kind of meat. No. Actually, I LIKE a nice... y'know... FIRM... piece of man-meat in my mouth," she finished with an intense, desirous tone. Before the heart monitor could sound its next beep, Phoebe's lips were wrapped around his dick. "Mmm," she gave a little moan, pleased with the size of the head. She gave a couple of sloppy sucks before commenting with full mouth, "Vewry nifce!" Her head fell and rose a few times, turning slightly each time, so her tongue could feel him from different angles. Soon, the upper two-thirds of his shaft shone with her saliva. She pulled off and smacked her lips. Her hand jacked him, moving the wetness down the pole. She put her mouth back on it, sucking sloppily for just a few seconds. This was followed by a little more rubbing... a little more sucking... and the cock was quickly moistened all the way to its base. "Okay, like, I know you can't have, ya know, the FULL Phoebe Experience," she addressed him, "but, just think of this as, like... a sample. Ooo! Or an appetizer. I know Monica's the chef, and all... but, just remember that PHOEBE is the one who can, ya know... satisfy your sexual... like... HUNGER." The erotic intensity of her words was soon followed-up with matching passion in her blowjob. Amid these actions, her cute green and burgundy hat fell off her noggin, and rolled off the opposite side of the bed. Her long golden locks cascaded across his stomach and thighs. The way they moved slightly with her head motions, softly caressing his skin, they probably would have tickled him, if he had been awake. She ran her fingers through a stray wave of hair that fell across her forehead and face, pulling it up and out of the way. Phoebe glanced at the man's face; his cock still in her mouth. Seeing no reaction at one head, she determined to get one from the other. Phoebe filled her mouth over and over with the thick piece of flesh. She felt her nipples harden, as she serviced the stranger. The thought that, no matter how unlikely, he might stir at any moment was quite thrilling to her. The beeping of the monitor quickened slightly, as the man's body responded to the stimulation. Soft little moans of encouragement came from below, enticing the man to either awaken... or ejaculate. Better yet, to do both. But, even if the first didn't happen, Phoebe was sure she could bring on the second. As she straightened up, her mouth separated from his cock. She tossed her long hair over her shoulder with a flip of her head and hand. Phoebe stroked him rapidly, as she teased him in her little pornstar voice. "Do you like that?... huh? Come on, baby. Wake up and tell me what to do... I'll do anything you want... and I mean, AN-Y-THING..." One fist rested above the other, as she vigorously masturbated the sleeping man. "No? Still shy? Well, how 'bout you just cum for Phoebe? Can you do that, big boy? Can you cum for mama?" An instant later, her lips were back on his cock. She sucked the head as she continued jacking him with one hand. The other slipped down, and caressed his ballsack. Noticing that the spit-bath had evaporated from his skin, Phoebe paused her hand and quickly licked the full length of his shaft all around, once again coating him. "Come on, baby... come for Phoebe," she muttered between licks. Her mouth enveloped the head, and her hand flattened at the base of his shaft, pulling the skin tight. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly on the cock. Her mind egged him on to climax. The beeps sounded at a faster pace, with his heart signaling his response to Phoebe's cock-sucking. "You can do it," she tried to tell him telepathically. "You can cum... Cum, baby... Cum for Pheebs..." Her lips jacked him off as fast as she could, as her mind continued speaking to him. "That's it... You're getting close, aren't you? Cum, baby, it'll feel good... it'll feel good when you cum..." As if in obedience to her commands, the cock thrashed against her lips. A split second later, Phoebe felt a spurt of hot liquid strike the back of her throat. "MM!" Her exclamation was muffled by her full mouth. "Mm hmm... Mm hmm..." Phoebe's hand resumed rapidly jacking him off. Her head moved in sync with her fist. His penis throbbed strongly in her mouth, as it dispensed stream after stream of cum; drenching her tongue and coating her mouth. Phoebe's eyes widened when she realized how much jizz she got in just the first few spurts. She swallowed quickly, readying her mouth to receive more of the man's sperm. His body fulfilled that expectation, firing a few more shots into her warm welcoming mouth. Hair still bobbing with her oral activity, she looked out of the corner of her eye, to see if he was perhaps awake and enjoying this. But to her disappointment, the handsome stranger was still deep in his coma. The squirting began to die down, and Phoebe sucked the head, coaxing out as much cum as he could give. When she knew he was empty, Phoebe swallowed again, then playfully licked across the ridge under his head. She giggled as his cock flinched against her face, and this enticed her to do it a couple more times. Then with a tone of disappointment, she stood and said, "I'm sorry. I have to go. I wish I could stay... actually, I wish I could stay AND you were awake ... but, just, wake up soon, 'k? 'Cuz, I'll do that for you all over again... and more!" Phoebe noticed the beeping of the monitor was slowing to normal. She returned his underwear to it's position, and pulled down his hospital gown. After tucking him in with the blankets, she retrieved her hat, but paused before putting it on. A quick hug, and a kiss to his cheek, and Phoebe crossed to the door. She returned her chapeau to its place, and with a little wave, she said, "Bye... see you soon. Wake up, ok?" The dinner at the Mexican restaurant went by rather uneventfully, with the exception of Ross secretly kissing Chandler's hot blonde MILF of a mom. But Phoebe and Monica were unaware of that, and in fact, Monica was completely unsuspecting of Phoebe's new secret. The next evening, Monica was shopping at Bloomingdales. She was alone, since Phoebe was playing, and Rachel was waitressing. As she walked past the men's' department, she spotted a display of pajamas. Her mind immediately went to the man, laying in bed in that horrendous patient's smock. Earlier that day, she and Phoebe had dropped off a nice big fake potted plant, to add an "organic, y'know, like, life-flow," as Phoebe put it, to the room. While there, Monica noticed again how the garment gave an impression of true illness to a man who wasn't really sick, just not awake. "He'll be more comfortable in these," she said to herself, disregarding the thought that he wouldn't even be aware of the difference. She pulled out a package of deep blue PJs, which she thought would match his eyes, and after paying for them, Monica left for the hospital. As she walked into the room that late evening, a short, matronly nurse in her early 60s was tending to the man. She addressed Monica, "I'm sorry, dear. You'll need to leave in just a few minutes. Visiting hours are almost over." "Oh," she replied, with voice and visage that conveyed her disappointment. "Okay. I just haven't seen him all day, so-" "Are you family, dear?" Monica began to laugh off the question, but then her face changed to reflect hope and promise. She said, both to the nurse and herself, "Maybe someday." The nurse smiled at her dreamy expression. "Well, I know how that goes - waiting for your man to 'pop the question'. My Harold took his sweet old time, that's for certain. Three years before he proposed." Monica quickly tried to change the subject, rather than further the impression that she was the unconscious man's girlfriend. She reached into the shopping bag and retrieved her gift. "I just bought him some new pajamas, so maybe-" She was going to suggest that the nurse change his clothes, but once again, she was jovially interrupted. "Oh my, what a lovely blue. Yes, a lot of people just hate to see their loved ones in an ugly old hospital gown. I think it would be all right for him to wear those. I just gave him his sponge-bath, so why don't you go ahead and put them on him." She gestured to the pajamas that the pretty young brunette held. Monica's mouth hung open with an attempted protest, but the nurse rambled on as she reached up and silenced the heart monitor. "Oh, and let's just quiet that for you, all right? That annoying 'beep, beep, beep'. Why have it on, if his life's not in danger, I say. But these doctors want to use all their fancy equipment." The woman continued chattering, as she headed for the door, walking past a stunned faux-fiancee. "I'll just leave you two alone for a while. I know that visiting hours are over now, but I'm the head nurse on this floor, I can make an exception, right?" "Uh, right," Monica stammered agreement, since any other answer was lacking from her lips. A sweet smile was conveyed from the nurse. "No hurry, dear. I'm not going to chase you off from your man. I'll probably check in on him in an hour or so. But if you need anything, just press that button above the bed." The hydraulic closure slowly pushed the door solidly closed. Monica stood alone in the room, with the comatose stranger. She looked at him, then gave him a nervous smile and laugh, as if he could see and respond. Monica took off her winter coat, and draped the mid-length black garment over the chair. She spoke to herself somewhat sarcastically as she tore open the pajama packaging, trying to digest the slightly-surreal situation, "Ok... this isn't going to be weird, at all." The plastic, cardboard, and stick pins went into the garbage, and she unfolded and shook out the silk garments, then lay them on the table that spanned the foot of the bed. Reaching behind the man's neck, she pulled the string, holding the gown together at the top. Then she realized there were more ties behind him. Grabbing his arms, she pulled hard and brought him up to a sitting position. "Up we go, big guy," she mumbled, trying to add some levity and make herself feel more comfortable with the thought of undressing a man she didn't know. Quickly, she wrapped her arms around his torso, to keep him from falling back to the bed. His head rested on her chest, face in her bosom, as she balanced him and unfastened the back of the gown. She noticed the feel of his masculine frame in her embrace. As her hands ran down his back, she couldn't help but dwell on how good he felt in her arms; even if he was completely out of it. As gently as she could manage, Monica lowered him back to the bed, and pulled the fabric out from under his limp body. Slowly, Monica stripped the smock from him. She caught herself admiring his chest and arms, recalling Phoebe's comments the day before, as she massaged him. Particularly, she remembered the invitation to touch his chest, and feel his muscles. She thought for a moment... but only for a moment. Tentatively, her hand went out, landed on the man's body, and softly squeezed his pect. "Oh my," she murmured as she felt exactly what Phoebe had been talking about. Looking at his mostly naked form, and feeling his chest, Monica silently agreed that he was in very good shape. She found herself caressing and massaging his chest and shoulder... though without the therapeutic intent that Phoebe had the day before. A second hand joined the first, and they moved over his shoulders and down his arms. She spoke quietly to the man. "You are in shape,..." though, at the place she would have said the man's name, she realized she still didn't know it. So she simply finished with, "...Guy." Her fingers slowly retraced their groping steps, then as they moved down his chest to his stomach, Monica glanced down at his boxer shorts. The waistband called to her in Phoebe's voice, "You wanna see what it looks like?" Monica froze, as if the words were actually being spoken, rather than simply echoing in her head. She looked over her shoulder, and all around the room; feeling the need to make sure they were really alone. Then she slipped her fingers inside the waistband, pulled it up from his body, and took a peek. "Oh my!" she said with appreciative surprise. Even flaccid, his penis was impressive. She lowered the waistband, covering him again. Suddenly, Monica felt a pang of guilt, accompanied with a surge of desire. "Ok, I know I shouldn't have done that," she said quietly to the man, with a nervous chuckle. "I mean, we don't even know each other... but, um..." Then changing her mind, Monica took another peek inside his shorts. "WOW!" she silently mouthed. She knew what she wanted to do. And she knew that she shouldn't do it. Monica's own voice now rang in her ears, scolding Phoebe for wanting to masturbate the unconscious man. But she found it surprisingly easy to ignore her previous indignation. She quickly went to the door, then paused, trying to think of an excuse, in case a nurse saw her looking out. Slowly, she opened the door, just enough to poke her head though. The room was at the very end of the hospital corridor. Across from it was only the janitor's closet. She peered as far to the right as she could see, and observed no activity. Satisfied that no one was coming, Monica carefully closed the door, so as not to allow it to bang shut. Then she tip-toed back to the bed, afraid that the clack of her heels might somehow sound suspicion. She reached into the man's underwear with her right hand. Her fingertips touched the sleeping member. She gently caressed the smooth flesh, as though petting an animal. She knew that this was one snake that would never bite. Her small hand rubbed the penis, and she felt it begin to grow. As it gradually filled with hardness, she wrapped her fingers around it, and slowly stroked it back and forth, watching as her hand created a bulge moving in his shorts. Monica slid her left hand under the waistband, and pulled it down with her forearm, as her hand went to the comatose man's balls. With his genitals in full view, Monica brought his dick upright and jacked it, as she fondled his family jewels, holding his underwear down with her wrist. She watched her hands masturbating the sleeping stranger, though she occasionally stole glances at his face. She would be mortified if he woke up; but for some reason, in this situation, she was willing to take that risk. She couldn't help herself. She just had to touch him. Her hands traveled his cock and balls, as her eyes roamed his nearly naked body. Monica imagined what it would be like to bed him... to have those lips kissing her... kissing her all over... to have those hands exploring her body... to have that long... hard... dick... inside her. Monica felt her pussy moisten. Her heart began to pound in her chest, as she began to contemplate doing something that was very, very wrong. "But... would it really be SO bad?" she said to herself, with a timid laugh. She stared at his cock in her hand, as she slowly rubbed the full length. Quickly, she convinced herself that if he was awake, he would probably let her... so, would it be so wrong to... Her thoughts trailed off. Her hand left the man's balls, and her fingers hooked her hair over her ear. She released her grip on his penis, and quietly strode to the door. Opening it again carefully, Monica looked down the hall. She saw the head nurse working at the counter, with a couple other nurses milling around. The promise of an hour alone with the man rang in her ears. She closed the door, and returned to the bedside quickly and just as quietly. Within seconds, Monica was up on the hospital bed, straddling the unconscious man's hips. Her body slowly rocked, feeling the long hard rod rubbing against her. It felt so good, the pressure, the stiffness, the girth. Two thin layers of cloth separated them. And Monica decided that that was too much. She raised up on her knees. Her hands went under her short black skirt, and her thumbs hooked inside the waistband of her black hose. Monica's little butt moved side to side, and forward and back, as she worked her tights over her ass and down her hips. She got them just to mid-thigh, but it would be far enough for what she had in mind. Moments later, her black satin panties took the same trip, though they glided down her body much more easily. She felt a little chill down below, as her wet lips kissed the air. Monica lowered her body, pushing the rod flat against his abdomen. She rubbed her cunt up and down it's length. The smooth skin tingled her pussy and clit. Monica licked her lips, as she became very aware of her breaths drying them out. In her mind's eye, a small Devil-Monica sat on her shoulder sporting little red horns and a tail, and wearing a sexy red bustier, stockings and heels. Her bad-girl self taunted her. "Hell, just do it, Monica. You know you want to. And even if he knew what you were doing, he would want it to." Interestingly, no little Angel-Monica appeared to counter the temptation. Unable to resist, Monica lifted up. One hand reached through her legs, between the crotch of her tights and the crotch of her body, and the other went underneath her ass. The very horny brunette took hold of the man's cock, and held it straight up, as she lowered her body onto it. She felt the head part her pussy, and begin to slip inside. "Omigod," she murmured as she slowly penetrated herself. With the head fully inside her, Monica released the shaft and balanced herself with fingertips on the man's stomach. She slowly pumped up and down a couple inches, reveling in the sensation of the cock rubbing within the most sensitive part of her vagina, that area just inside her lips. As she moved, she became more and more wet, and the fucking got ever more easy. With this, her lust grew and Monica wanted to have all of it in her. She bore down, gradually and deliberately. Her eyes rolled back in her head, as the cock slowly filled her pussy and she gasped, "Oh god!" As soon as she had the comatose man's dick all the way inside her, Monica paused. Kneeling there, her short skirt was flared out, covering their union. Yet if anyone walked in, even if they couldn't see her actually fucking him, she would be hard pressed to explain why she was on him. But that didn't matter to Monica right then. At that moment, she was simply trusting her unwitting accomplice to keep everyone away. Her hands moved to caress the insides of her thighs. Monica relished the touch of the nylon/spandex tights. Soft.. Silky... She loved how the fabric felt on her body. She felt so feminine, so sexy, when she wore tights, pantyhose, stockings, thigh-highs. And she liked how she looked in them, especially in black legwear. Her fingers slipped to her knees, over them, and then continued down her toned calves. She knew that men liked how her legs looked and how the gauzy covering felt when they touched them. She loved being desirable, though she wished that her current partner was able to desire her. Monica slowly began rocking her hips. Wonderful sensations came to her from beneath her skirt as her pussy yielded to the movement of the dick. Her fingertips found their way to her feet, and as she screwed her unknowing lover, she absent-mindedly played with the decorative bows on the tops of the chunky-heeled shoes. She gently bit her lower lip as her clit, even more sensitive than her pussy, rubbed against the base of the man's hard cock. Her fingers trailed up and down her calves. She leaned back slightly, and moved her hips up and down, making the head rub against her G-spot. A soft stuttered breath escaped her mouth. "Oh fuck," she whispered. Acting completely on impulse, Monica sat bolt upright, and unbuttoned her black suit jacket. Opening the halves, she revealed ivory skin and an ebony lace bra to a set of closed eyes. Her fingers went to the clasp between her breasts. She glanced over her shoulder at the door, still somewhat afraid of being caught. But with the decision that she had gone too far to turn back, Monica opened her bra. The cups obediently moved out of the way as her hands came to her skin and she began to massage her breasts. Her hips continued their slow, sensual assault on the unconscious man's penis. She felt her nipples, rock hard, as she groped herself. "I wish you could do this, sweetie," she whispered. Then, with the desire for his touch kindled in her mind, Monica reached down and took one of his hands. Leaning forward slightly, she brought it up to her breast. She rubbed it against herself; imagining how good it would feel if he were doing it on his own. She held his hand there, while reaching for the other. Soon, both of his hands were on her tits, rubbing limply against them, while she fucked the single very-non-limp part of his body. Her nipples tingled under his involuntary touch. They were hard in his palms as Monica teased herself with his hands. The fleshy point of one pert tit slipped between his fingers. Monica instinctively squeezed his hand, gently pinching her nipple with his digits. "Mmm, that feels good, baby. Do it again," she whispered. His hand, and her nipple as a result, was squeezed once more, as she tried to bring some reality to her dirty fantasy. Monica looked down at the hands held to her chest. Larger than the womanly ones that only partly covered them. Not callused at all, but rather, soft against her own supple skin. Long masculine fingers made her dream of what they could do. She returned one hand to his side, but held the other. She breathed a soft, sexy moan as the teasing of her clit and lips began to have a greater effect. Monica acknowledged in her mind that this could very well be the best sex she'd had... certainly in a very long time. And, she silently recognized that it was partly because it fed her desire to be in control. However, she would never admit, that in reality, she was using the comatose man as her own personal living dildo. Instead, her eyes closed, and she continued fantasizing about what sex with him would be like... someday. \----- How he would take her and kiss her passionately. They would nearly tear each other's clothes off. He would begin to slip his hand inside her panties, but she would stop him. She would bring his hand to her mouth, holding it in both of hers. She would lick his finger, while giving him a sultry stare. As she swam in these images, her tongue glided all over the finger she offered herself. \----- Then she would guide his hand back into her panties, and feel his wet finger rub against her clit; teasing her over and over. She would feel it slide inside her; moistened from her mouth, until her pussy could add its own wetness. Soon, his fingering would make her want more. She would whisper for him to stop, and he would obey, though with a slightly confused look. The instant his hand came out of her lingerie, Monica would drop to her knees and yank down his boxers. Her lips would immediately wrap around his cock, and she would give him the most amazing blowjob. Monica performed fellatio on his middle finger, mimicking the actions in her fantasy. Her lips slipped down the digit, all the way to his knuckles, and she wondered if she would be able to fit his whole cock in her mouth. She slipped his finger in and out, as in her dream... \----- Monica's head would bob forward and back on his cock. She would pause to lick his dick all over, before putting him back in for more sucking. Then she would stand and playfully push him back onto the bed. As he bounced on the springs a couple times, Monica would strip off her panties, mount him, and impale herself on his hard cock. Fantasy and reality merged, as Monica's body began doing what her mind was dreaming of; sliding up and down on the man's rock hard penis. "Mm! Mm!" she gently grunted around his finger. She opened her eyes, and looked down at the man as she fucked him, knowing that later she would end up replaying that dream in bed with her dildo. She admired his physique, running her hands up and down his torso, as she continued fucking him. Monica focused on the sensation of his dick poking into the top of her cunt. Her body rose higher with each cycle, filling herself again and again each time she dropped. She tried to keep her sexy sounds quiet, hoping that she wouldn't be heard beyond the door. Monica removed his finger from her mouth, and laid his arm at his side. As she leaned forward, still screwing him, she licked circles around his nipple with the tip of her tongue. Then she gave sultry, open-mouth kisses on her way up to his mouth. Once there, she ran her tongue along his lips, then pushed it in. Monica kissed him passionately, probing his mouth in the way that his cock was probing her. Though she expected nothing different, she was a bit disappointed at the lack of response. Her mouth left his, leaving one final lusty kiss. Her head moved to the side, and she suckled his earlobe, as her eyelids slowly dropped. Monica's body writhed on top of her lover's. Her short skirt swayed slightly, drawing the cool hospital room air beneath the hem. She felt breezy licks along the bare skin of her ass and the upper backs of her thighs. The way the petite minx moved, her nipples grazed against his chest. They tingled in harmony with her clit rubbing against his pelvis. This combined nicely with the way her abdomen rubbed against the soft tights and panties, stretched from thigh to thigh and pressed between their bodies. She could feel herself growing closer to climax. Her breath quickened. She uttered quiet whimpers of heightened arousal in the man's ear. Her exhales came back, hot and humid on her face. "Make me cum, baby... make me cum," she whispered, as though he had anything to do about it. Suddenly, Monica's hand came to the man's chest, and she pushed herself upright. Her body heaved and undulated, bouncing up and down, as she fucked herself on her sleeping partner, holding onto his sides. "I'm close... I'm close..." she softly whined, her eyes tightly shut. The dark-headed beauty leaned back. The halves of her suit jacket and bra fell away from her torso, and came to rest against her arms, as the garments hung from her shoulders. Fingers wrapped around each nylon-covered ankle. Her hips bucked up and down, grinding the head of his cock against the front wall of her pussy. "Yes... yes... yes..." Monica panted, as she hovered almost at climax. Then, his dick hit a particularly sensitive spot within her, taking her over the edge. Monica had the presence of mind to try not to attract attention from outside the room, though she still wanted deeply to savor her orgasm. "Uhhhhhhhhhh..." she groaned as hushed as she could manage, suppressing her mewing moans. "uhhhhhh... uhhhhhh... mmmm... mmmhhhmmmm." Heavy breaths flowed back and forth through her erotically open mouth. Her body pitched forward, and she resumed her hard fucking. Her finger tips rested on the man's chest, and just as her climax started to slow, she felt two deep exhales from his lungs. An instant later, hot cum flooded her pussy. "Oh yeah, baby," she whispered, driven on by the sensuous, and slightly kinky, situation. She leaned forward and her little butt bobbed rapidly, jacking him with her cunt. "Cum in me. Fill me up. I want it." His body could do nothing but answered her request. Fresh streams of jizz shot into Monica, each seemingly hotter than the last. "Oh, sweetie... mmm... yeah..." she muttered. She felt the flow gradually subside. Her hips matched the easing of his climax, and eventually Monica came to rest with her naked chest against his. She kissed him, with a gentle smile. But her basking didn't last for long, as she realized that in that position, her short skirt didn't hide much and anyone walking in the door would clearly see his dick in her cunt. Monica pulled off the man, and hopped off the bed. Going to the room's private bath, she quickly cleaned herself and pulled up her panties and tights, before returning to redo part of the man's spongebath. As she washed him and dressed him in his new pajamas, Monica struggled with whether she should feel guilty. "It wasn't REALLY wrong, was it?" she asked. Her mind filled in the silence with an imagined answer of acceptance, which was more than enough to soothe her conscience. Monica straightened her clothes and put on her coat, before tucking him in and giving him a loving kiss. "I'll see you later, sweetie," she said softly. As she walked past the nurse's station, her oblivious partner-in-crime called out to her. "Have a good night, dear. Will you be visiting him tomorrow?" "Um, yes... I'm, uh... I'm pretty sure I will be able to, um... 'visit' him," Monica replied, nervously trying not to convey anything in her words or tone that would raise suspicion. "Yep, you betcha," she mumbled to herself as she walked to the elevator. That night, she couldn't get her mind off her new flame. Monica masturbated. Twice. Once when she first went to bed, and again when she woke up from a very erotic dream. Both times, like at the hospital, she barely made a sound, fearful that Rachel and Paolo would hear her from the adjacent bedroom. Certainly, her dildo, and later her fingers, got her off. But they just couldn't match the feeling of that man's long hard dick inside her. And so, by the point she again drifted off to sleep, Monica had determined to go back and avail herself of another session with her comatose lover. The next day, Monica happily strolled down the hospital corridor. As she passed the nurse's station, she noticed that the head nurse from the night before, her accessory to the dirty deed, was gone. But, none of the new faces even turned to acknowledge her as she walked by, and so, she began to think that this time could be as easy as the previous night. However, in her mind she went over her prepared story that she would call up if she was caught in the act: she was the man's finance, and she just couldn't bear feeling that so distant from him, in his comatose state. Though she knew it was a little weird, she just had to feel close to him again, and one thing led to another... It might not be completely believable, but it should be enough to get her out of trouble. Especially if she could play it like a silly girl; truly in love, but naive and rash. The balloons, that she bought at the giftshop as a prop to her airhead girlfriend ruse, bumped randomly together as she approached the door. She pushed on it, and walked through, still practicing her pretense as she did so. She stopped short when she saw Phoebe. The blonde was stroking the comatose man's hair, but turned when she heard Monica enter. A look of knowing suspicion came from her. "Hi," Monica said. Her expression attempted to hide her immediate awareness that she needed to scrub the plan without raising unwanted attention. "Hi," Phoebe replied, with an unyielding stare and a plastic smile. After a moment of awkward silence, Monica spoke, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing, I just thought I'd stop by..." Phoebe began to reply casually, but then realized she had no reason and thus, stammered to create one. "Y'know, after the um... that I... Y'know, so what are you doing here?" "I'm not really here," Monica replied breezily, as she set down the small weight attached to the bundle of balloons. But the breeze quickly left her sails. "Just thought I'd drop these off... on the way... my way..." Desperate to take the focus off herself, Monica walked around Phoebe to the head of the bed, as she asked, "Do you come here a lot? Without me?" "No," Phoebe answered, but then saw her friend adjusted the man's part the opposite direction from her own preference. "No! NO!" She controlled her objections and stepped between Monica and the man. "So, um, do you think he's doing any better than he was this morning?" Monica maintained her poker face, and attempted to craft a convincing lie. "How would I know? I, I wasn't here." The blonde moved in for the kill. "Really? Not even to, um, change his PAJAMAS?!" She whipped back the bedclothes to reveal the dark blue garments. Monica laughed nervously. "I didn't change his pajamas this morning..." she continued, knowing she'd been partly caught and had to admit something, yet still wanting to hide the real truth. "I changed his pajamas last night." Phoebe crossed her arms, as she grilled her friend. "Uh huh, uh huh... was that before, or after, you HAD SEX WITH HIM?" "I, I didn't have, have sex with, um, with him," Monica stammered, quite unconvincing in her deception. "No?" the blonde replied, sternly. Monica was silent for a minute, then she cracked. "Okay, I had sex with him. Damn it! HOW DO YOU DO THAT?" Phoebe explained, knowingly, and with not a little pride. "Oh, I know when people have had sex. It's, like, one of my psychic... erotic... abilities. It's all very psych-erotic, really." Then she shook herself back to the realization that she was supposed to be mad. "But that's not what we're talking about. I can't believe you made me feel, like, wrong... and, and, like a bad person, just for wanting to give him handjob. And here you are, just screwing his brains out behind my back. Or, maybe behind my front." She looked toward the window, trying to get her bearings. "I don't really know which way the hospital faces when I'm in my apartment." In the midst of Phoebe's confusion, Monica jumped at the chance to appease her. "Look, Phoebe, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I didn't mean for this to happen." "Oh, you didn't mean for it to happen. And like, just how many times did it happen?" "Only once, last night." "Okay, and did you like, WANT it to happen again?" "No," Monica fibbed, convincingly. "Oh, really. So you never again wanted to have his... big piece... of, like, man-meat stuffed inside you," she said angrily, trying to shake Monica with her crude words. "No," the brunette answered, losing some of her resolve. "Right. And you didn't come back this afternoon to have sex with him again." Monica cleared her throat and the word came weakly. "No." "Are you wearing underwear?" Monica's face grimaced as she answered, "No?" "Mm-hm, mm-hm, I see... Stockings or pantyhose?" "Stockings?" She was pained to reply, as she stared at the floor. "Stockings and no panties, huh? Seems like you're dressed for, like, easy access." "All right, all right. I want to have sex with him again. It was good, okay? I came back wanting to do him again, right now. All right? Now you know. Satisfied?" The room was dead quiet, as both women contemplated the next move. "Well, if you're going to have sex with him, I will too," Phoebe declared. "In fact, I'm going first." In spite of being caught, interrogated, and made to feel that she'd betrayed her friend, Monica flared at Phoebe's suggestion. "What? No! You're not going first. I should go first." "Why? Why should you get him first?" She reached for reasons, none of which seemed particularly valid. "Well, because it was my idea. And after all, I came here planning on doing this. I've been thinking about this all day, and I'm, I'm already kind of ready, y'know. So... so, it'll be easier and faster if I go first." "Yeah well, 'fast and easy' certainly does describe you," Phoebe said, not too far under her breath. Monica's mouth dropped open as she gasped in shock and anger. The blonde woman immediately tried to gloss over her insult. "Well, we sure won't be able to decide who gets him first... okay, that's pretty clear... and it's not like we can both, ya know, do what you did... well, not at the same time, at least... but we CAN both do what I..." Her voice trailed off, as she realized what she was admitting. "WHAT? What did you do, Phoebe?" "I, um, gave him a massage," the blonde prevaricated. "PHOEBE..." Monica's stern tone turned her name into a warning. "Okay, okay, when I came back to get my guitar that night, I kinda sorta gave him a blowjob." "You kinda... sorta... gave him a blowjob?" "Well, yeah, but that's not what's important right now. What's important is that we can both do that, at the same time. See? No fighting over who gets him first." Monica paused, and looked at her friend as she assessed the idea. Then a demure smile crept on her lips. "True, we could both do that. All right. Lemme make sure no one's coming." Monica peeked out the door, and confirmed that all the staff were far down the hall. It slipped shut. "OH!" Phoebe pointed excitedly. "Put the plant in front of it, so that, ya know, if anyone tries to come in, they'll like wonder, 'What's this plant doing here?" And, we'll like, just, cover him up, really quick. And they'll never know." Monica smiled at her friend as she moved the potted greenery into place. "Wow, Phoebe. I never knew you could be so devious," she teased. "Well, this head is good for more than just displaying a gorgeous face, y'know." Monica chuckled as she returned to the bed. Phoebe pulled the blanket down to the foot of the bed, as Monica began tugging on the pajama bottoms. "Push up his top. We don't want to get anything on these," the fastidious brunette instructed. As Phoebe shuffled the silk shirt up above his waist, Monica struggled to get the bottoms and boxers down below his ass. But with one final hard yank, the clothing obeyed. They looked down at the exposed man, his limp penis drooping between his thighs. "All right, we don't have much time," Monica gestured as she evaluated the situation out loud. "Maybe 10, 15 minutes tops." "Okay, well let's get him hard," the blonde agreed, reaching for his cock and slowly stroking it. "No time, Pheebs. Just start sucking," Monica said as she moved her friend's hand, and bent over to put the soft head in her mouth. "Ooo, yeah, or licking," Phoebe suggested and began lapping the top side of his shaft, from its base to Monica's face. "Yepfh, yicking ipfh good, too," her friend agreed, mouth full of dick. With the attention of the brunette's suckling lips, and the blonde's wet tongue, the cock began to lengthen and harden. It slowly came erect, and Monica shifted her focus lower. "Ooo! That's good. Yes. Suck his balls," Phoebe said, before her head went over the top. A set of lips gave a gentle pulsing suction, first to one nut, then the other, then back to the first. A second velvety mouth slipped up and down the rod. And a penis soon became very stiff. Phoebe's head left the penis, and she smacked her lips as she jacked the shaft. Seeing an opening, Monica's mouth quickly moved up from the man's ballsack, to cover the head. Phoebe was about to protest, but then saw how beautiful Monica looked sucking cock. Porcelain skin, blue eyes, dark hair. But the thing that caused Phoebe's words to catch in her throat were Monica's bright red lips. They were wrapped tightly around the shaft. The shade of lipstick matched the scarlet winter scarf that still hung from Monica's neck. It was like her friend's lips were always intended to be around a dick. As Monica's head moved up and down, Phoebe reached over and lovingly brushed back her brunette locks, so she could watch her give head. She watched as her cheeks hollowed out at the top of an upstroke, just before her mouth dove down for another series of lip-jacks. "My god, Monica," she said in admiration, "I never knew you were such a good cocksucker. I'm VERY impressed." The sucking vixen's eyes smiled back. She winked at Phoebe, conveying her thanks, and somewhat to say that she already knew she was an experienced blowjob artist. As Monica continued sucking, Phoebe patiently waited her turn and caressed her friend's shoulders and upper back. She felt the soft thin cashmere of Monica's pull-over top. What would be considered a friendly gesture turned sexual in that blonde noggin as she recalled the time that, as roommates, they had crossed the line. It had started out as a drunken dare after a night on the town. Phoebe and Monica ended up making out on the couch, which both girls remembered the next morning. They nervously tried to pass off their passionate kissing and lustful petting as the by-product of too many tequila shots. Besides, they had both kept their clothes on. "No harm, no foul, right?" Monica reasoned, to Phoebe's agreement. But a couple weekends later, Monica held a small wine and cheese party to share some bottles of Cabernet and Pinot Noir that were a gift from her boss. After everyone had left, the pair found themselves back on the couch. That time, courtesy of the liberal libations, they went further. The candles that Monica had lit to give a relaxed atmosphere to the evening, instead fueled desire and romance in both alcohol-fogged minds. Kissing turned to petting. Petting turned to groping. Groping went further, as hands went up skirts and into blouses. Fingers dipped into bras and panties. Clothes came off; though later, neither could recall who had removed what from whom. With both women as equal aggressors, they masturbated each other on the couch. Phoebe came first with her pussy lips throbbing around Monica's fingers. Then she regained her focus and renewed her efforts to make Monica cum. And at a point when she knew Monica was unwilling to say no, Phoebe asked, and was allowed, was almost begged, to eat the beautiful brunette's pussy. Monica came hard. Her body arched and she grabbed onto a blonde head, nearly screaming as a tongue created gunshots of pleasure through her body. After a deep slumber, they said nothing when they came out of their rooms for breakfast. They both knew it wasn't a dream, though secretly they both knew that life would be easier if it was. Finally, when they awkwardly discussed what happened, they agreed that they weren't lesbians, and that as a one-time stupid drunken act, they should make sure it never happened again. But now, as Phoebe gently caressed her friend's back, all the while watching her perform a sex act, her blonde pussy began to moisten and dirty thoughts entered her mind. The sexy brunette had worn a high-waisted skirt that crossed her torso well above her navel. It was tight above her hips, but flared loosely to give the easy access she expected she'd need. As Phoebe's fingers glided over Monica's upper back, they eventually crossed the waistband, like a small horde of marauders sneaking through a no-man's-land. Monica was so enjoying the blowjob she was giving that she didn't really notice her friend's actions. That is, until Phoebe began caressing her ass. As she stood there, bent over the side of the hospital bed, Monica felt gentle stroking on her butt. The thin grey wool of her skirt did little to reduce the sensations, especially as Phoebe's hand dipped behind and ran across the very tops of her thighs, pressing the soft wool garment against her bare pussy. Though the answer was obvious, Monica looked up and asked nervously with a partially filled mouth, "Wh- what are you doin'?" "You just keep sucking, young lady," Phoebe directed with a dirty smile. The young Miss Geller obediently resumed suckling the penis. Phoebe's hands began roaming freely, with no protest heard. Monica's own memories of their tryst came flooding back. It was soothingly familiar when a hand reached under her and lovingly grabbed her breast. The blonde squeezed the handful of flesh, and it yielded to her touch. She fondled them with appreciation, first one, then the other, as her other hand continued attending to Monica's tight little bottom. But, dissatisfied with the texture of fabric, Phoebe wanted to experience the softness of her partner's skin. Her fingertips slipped into the unbuttoned V-neck of Monica's top. The black cloth stretched to accommodate her hand, as it slid between her friend's chest and the comatose man's thigh. She deftly unsnapped the front of Monica's bra, freeing her breasts. A slightly muffled moan came from her right as her hand grazed across a sensitive protrusion. A groaned assent and a slight lifting of a torso gave the blonde permission to play. Monica's nipples were rock hard. Phoebe gently pinched one and rolled it between her fingers. "God, Phoebe, rub my tits," Monica murmured around the dick. She began touching and rubbing and squeezing Monica's breasts. Her friend stopped giving head for a few moments, closing her eyes and savoring the renewed familiarity of Phoebe handling her body. The hands of a masseuse slowly worked her over, though not with any therapeutic intent. Her breasts... her ass... her back... the backs of her legs... down her right leg... then, fingers abandoning her breasts and moving down her stomach... Phoebe's right hand joining its mate to glide up Monica's leg... reaching through her legs... upward to cup her genitals... Monica gasped as the downy wool was pushed and rubbed against her clit, sending tingles through her body. The whole time, during Phoebe's erotic assault, the brunette's mouth traveled up and down the underside of the sleeping man's shaft, as she held it to her lips. Then she went over the top and put the head back in her luscious mouth. The sucking went on with ever more zeal. Monica had never had a threesome before, and even though one of this trio was unconscious, the adventure of it was intoxicating. Phoebe leaned in and used her cheek to sweep away shoulder-length black hair. One of her pigtail braids landed across her partner's face as she kissed and nuzzled the nape of Monica's neck. She lavished attention to her friend's neck and earlobes. Minutes before, the sexy, quirky blonde woman was wanting a big hard cock in her mouth. But now, she had a more urgent taste for a tender little pussy. "Oh god, yes," Monica's mind whispered, as she felt a hand reach down to her ass and grab a handful of long flowing skirt, pulling it to her waist. The action was repeated twice more and she felt the hem lightly brush against her legs as it traveled upward. Phoebe stood. She wore an oversized olive-green cardigan sweater with muted burgundy, red, and yellow stripes on the sleeves, and a long black skirt with a tan floral pattern. She quickly unbuttoned her sweater and shucked it onto the floor. Underneath, she wore a matching green tanktop that hugged her breasts. Points came through her bra and shirt, revealing some of her arousal. She moved behind Monica and slid her hands over her ass and down the backs of her thighs, leaning in against her as she did so. Her fingers glided over the brunette's knees and then moved inward. Monica had been standing with her legs together, one knee slightly bent and the other straight. Almost demure or nonchalant; at least, as demure and nonchalant as a girl could be, standing in stockings and heels with her skirt up around her waist and her naked pussy exposed to the world. But with the caress of Phoebe's hands, Monica's weight shifted and her feet moved apart, almost as if in total obedience to the blonde's touch. Palms pressed into the nylon-covered flesh of Monica's inner thighs. They skimmed upward to find a trimmed strip of hair. Phoebe's fingertips toyed in the patch for a few moments, to Monica's soft pleading whimpers, before her hands wrapped though and up and around the petite woman's thighs and crotch. They rested on the smooth skin that framed Monica's wet slit. Phoebe's breasts pressed into Monica's back as she bent over the bent-over woman. Her face was inches behind Monica's head, close enough to be erotic, but not so close to be intimate, when she whispered. "Do you want me to, like, do it, Mon? Ya know... what I did before?" A whole new rush of emotions - desire, lust, even love - flooded back into Monica's mind, as her body's and mind's most secret want was offered. "Oh, god, yes, Phoebe!" she begged. Her intensity was conveyed not only by her voice and her closed eyes, but also by the way she rapidly masturbated the cock in her hand and heavily breathed on the base of the shaft. The blonde temptress smiled to herself. She stood for a brief second, before slowly lowering her body to a squat. Her knees rested on the outside of Monica's calves. Phoebe paused to take in the very feminine image before her. Her hands touched and admired the fine texture of the opaque black thighhighs. The delicate lace tops that hid the elastic, but flirted with the exquisite flesh beneath. The toned thighs and ass, tight from Monica's position. And the pussy. The wet, pink, beckoning pussy. She teased around the folds with her fingertips, before leaning in for a long lick with the flat of her tongue. Monica gasped at the prurient sensation, tossing her head back. "God, yes, Pheebs!" she whispered loudly, fearful that she might scream the words. Her head fell forward as her former roommate's tongue took another swipe. Monica's forehead rested on the long sleeve that tightly held her slim forearm; her mind thinking of nothing but the licking coming from behind her. "You better, like, keep on sucking, Monica," Phoebe reminded between licks. "We still need to make him cum... Besides... this part is, like... really just for me... ya know... 'til... 'til you let me have some of that big... yummy... ya know, DICK." The sexy little sucker acknowledged agreement to her friend's direction by putting the suckee's dick back in her mouth. Not only did she want to service their sandy-haired partner, but soon she was grateful to have something stifle her moans of pleasure. Phoebe's tongue worked languidly, as a dark head of hair bobbed franticly. The tip traced its way through the folds of Monica's pussy; sometimes licking, sometimes flicking, sometimes burrowing. Then suddenly, the mouth began what can only be described as devouring. A muffled "omigod" came from the bed, as Phoebe gave up on her teasing and dove in. Her mouth and tongue went to work and very soon, Monica's cunt and the flesh around it was all slick and glistening. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," Monica softly chanted around shaft of the cock, as her nasty friend's tongue bathed her genitals. Phoebe yanked her own shirt out of her skirt and her hands quickly went up inside. She pulled down the cups of her bra and began molesting her tits, licking puss all the while. Squeezing and fondling and groping and pinching. She wanted Monica's mouth on her tit, as they had done before, but she figured that would have to wait for another time. One hand left her chest and went down into her skirt and panties, as she dreamt of Monica's beautiful face suckling her breast. Her blonde cunt was quite wet. Phoebe rubbed her clit and dipped her finger inside herself. Monica's fingers had been there once before, and as she masturbated, Phoebe hoped she could feel them again. Then again, maybe, if she played her cards right, she could even get Monica to lick her pussy... maybe... maybe someday. Phoebe's lusty fantasies seemed to empower her mouth and Monica writhed under the labial attention. She pressed her breasts against the man's thigh, rubbing them against it, and feeling the tingles created by the thin sweater top against her erect nipples. Her hands roamed the man's partially nude body; the cockhead never leaving her mouth. She heard soft moans coming from behind her, though unaware that Phoebe's hand had found its way inside her own panties. As Monica moved, she kept drifting away from Phoebe's mouth, then back again. Over and over. Frustrated by this teasing, however unintended, Phoebe grabbed onto Monica's stockinged thighs, pulling her back to where she wanted her. Then she clamped her open mouth around Monica's clit and gave her a good hard suck. Monica squealed sharply and her face grimaced from the intense wonderful little gift. It also helped to snap her back to reality and remind her of what they were really trying to do, and she resumed her blowjob and handjerk. The blonde woman's sucking pulsed on Monica's clitoris, as her lower lip brushed against a trimmed snatch of hair. Her finger slipped past her friend's cunt lips, and began pistoning in and out at a moderate rate. Sucking and fingering and licking and playing, Phoebe ate and stroked her friend, who ate and stroked the object of their mutual lust. Both women forgot that they were in a public place, in a hospital room; that the plant by the door wouldn't stop anyone, and that they were in a very compromising position if anyone did walk in. They simply went on and on like this, engaging in their oral and manual menage a trois. After several minutes, for the first time in what seemed like forever, Monica's mouth was unoccupied to speak. "Phoebe," she panted, "can you come suck on him for a while? My jaw's getting tired." Then she went on, as if to save face. "Not that I can't do this... it's just that... you know... all sucking and no licking... ya gotta mix it up." "Huh! Light-weight," Phoebe scoffed playfully. "Bitch," Monica shot back with a little smile, then her tongue took a quick swipe at the cock-head. "Well, maybe later I'll make YOU my little bitch," came the blonde's half-jesting retort, as she stood. When she went to move, Monica's voice stopped her, almost as if not hearing the comment. "But-" The brunette hesitated, but only for a second, then continued, staring at the wall across from the bed and trying not to act embarrassed at what she was about to ask, "can you, you know... keep, um... fingering me?... while... you suck him?" "It depends," Phoebe answered in her sexy porn-star voice, "can you do something for me?" "What?' she asked, uncertainly, looking back over her shoulder at her friend. Phoebe answered by pushing down the shoulder straps of her tank top, exposing her tits to Monica. "Remember what you did for me before?" she hinted, seductively. "Yes," Monica answered quietly and self-consciously, watching a tit move toward her mouth. It was one thing for her to be on the receiving end of some lesbian action But to be DOING the things, especially when she wasn't drunk... that was quite another matter, in Monica's deeply heterosexual mind. Yet, she was silently thankful that Phoebe wasn't asking for her own oral activities to be reciprocated. As her friend moved into position to take over the cock-sucking duties, Monica felt a hand wrap around the back of her neck and gently pull her over, toward the waiting breasts. She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, finding - and licking - Phoebe's nipple. "There ya go," the bisexual blonde encouraged. Her arm and shoulder was sprawled across the man's stomach. Her hand wrapped around his pole, stroking it to keep it alive for her hungry mouth, as she enjoyed her petite friend's sexy tit-play. A couple more licks, and Monica's mind reverted back to the actions of that night. Her tongue feeling the soft skin of Phoebe's breast; the transition of texture as it slowly moved across the disk of her areola; the hard nub of Phoebe's nipple seeming to push back as she lapped across it. Blocking from her mind the harsh reactions, should her family find out, the sometimes-neurotic brunette told herself that what they were doing really was within acceptable bounds. "It can't be THAT wrong," within her pretty little head, Monica assuaged her own concerns. "Phoebe's one of my very best friends and... and it's only a breast... it's just a little bit of licking... and I guess... it wouldn't be bad if I just... I'll just suck it a little... and..." Feeling Monica's level of passion change from hesitant to accepting to willing, and satisfied that her friend would continue, Phoebe reached back behind Monica's right ass cheek, and slipped a finger back into her. Monica's rambling thoughts went on. "...and... oh god... yes, Pheebs... god, her finger feels so good!" She shifted position slightly to allow her friend a better angle into her cunt, while still obediently keeping her mouth where it needed to be. "Oh Mon, you're so good at that," Phoebe whispered, as she watched Monica engaging in her first sober girl-girl action. As Monica maneuvered for the exact perfect placement of their bodies, Phoebe began licking the penis in her hand. Long and hard, just like she'd experienced a couple days before. But this time, the way she was coming at it, it entered her mouth almost upside down. The flat of the head rubbing against her tongue, and her upper lip settling into the ridge behind the head each time she almost pulled off. She resisted the impulse to climb up on the bed and do a sixty-nine with him. But only because she remembered that he would be totally incapable of pleasuring her at that point. But still, Phoebe wanted her pussy licked. She needed to feel someone's tongue on it... anyone's tongue... lapping... licking... burrowing into her. Out of the corner of her eye, she flashed a look at her friend, still licking and sucking her tits, but quickly decided that Monica wasn't ready yet for full-on, bi-girl, cunt-licking fun. Still, Phoebe became ever more aware of the aching between her legs. One hand was occupied with Monica, but the other was available, she reasoned. She'd just have to make sure that as she sucked, she kept the cock trapped within her lips. She reached down between her legs, and began flailing at the long dress, trying to get it out of the way, and get at her clit. Thoughts had been racing in the mind of the dark-haired lovely. She replayed every detail that she could remember from their wine-induced romp. The way Phoebe had touched her and the feel of her friend's feminine body. The thrill of stripping clothes off with abandon. Watching and feeling the pretty blonde licking her breasts. A woman's mouth on her tits! "God, that felt incredible," her mind screamed. Then licking Phoebe's breasts; playfully, teasingly, seductively, lustfully. Phoebe reclining against the couch's arm. Monica following her, laying between her legs. Feeling the softness of Phoebe's blonde snatch against her stomach, as Monica moved while she licked and kissed. Recalling that, somehow, the naked women ended up facing each other in the middle of the sofa; legs intertwined and spread. Looking up and down at Phoebe's open, offered body. Uncaring of her own immodest display. Feeling her fingers hot and wet, as she masturbated her friend. The pleasures of a different woman's technique as Phoebe masturbated her. She snapped out of her sensual reverie, when she realized an arm was trying to move a dress. The reason was immediately clear to Monica. "I... I can do that for you," she said quietly, looking up toward her cock-sucking friend. Her hands pulled at the fabric, drawing it up, until the hem was in her fingers. She quickly tucked bunches of the skirt into the elastic waistband, getting the front of it up and out of the way. Then she slipped her hand into Phoebe's panties, running through a muff of hair. As it went deeper inside, she felt the warm wetness of the cloth against the back of her hand, and the hot wetness of Phoebe's flesh on her fingers. "Gohhd, yeff, Momica! Rumb meh!" came the urgent full-mouthed whisper. Monica's fingertips found the fold of flesh covering Phoebe's clit. She slowly rubbed the sensitive spot, back and forth. "Fukh yeff!!!" Phoebe groaned as quietly as she could, forced momentarily to pause her sucking, by the sharp tingles running through her pussy. The fingers kept moving. Back and forth, then little circles. Playing with the wet flesh. Slipping inside briefly, then back out to her clit. Rubbing, caressing, pressing. Phoebe's head bobbed up and down, as she sucked. The wet noises she was making joined the room's subtle cacophony of Monica's erotic panting and whimpers, the soft suckling sounds of the beautiful brunette's lips, and Phoebe's own controlled moans of enjoyment. The combination of fleshy sensations was bringing Monica closer and closer to climax. The dirtiness of being masturbated; of touching another woman's pussy; of sucking and licking a tit; of hearing her friend's aroused sounds; of knowing she was sucking a big hard cock; of tasting still the precum in her own mouth that Monica had sucked out of that rod. Her eyes slipped closed as the wave slowly rose. "Ohmigod... oh god, Phoebe... I'm gonna cum..." Monica moaned between licks that had grown much more frenzied. Her hand was matching the energy of her mouth, as though it could bring on her own orgasm, quicker and stronger. It did, however, trigger the blonde to shift her attention from the man to her friend. Her finger sped up, banging Monica rapidly and franticly, as she clearly wanted. "I'm gonna cum... Pheebs... I'm gonna cum..." Monica chanted, her hot heavy breath against Phoebe's breast. Her friend knew she could be a screamer, having lived in the next room, and hearing the brunette's activities whenever she brought a guy home. She grabbed Monica's head and pressed her open, moaning mouth against her breast. She felt her lips clamp around her nipple, as Monica realized the same thing, and did everything she could to stay quiet and not attract attention from outside the room. "mmm... mmmmMMM..." With deliberate will, the sexy brunette turned her usual screams to simple moans and groans. And Phoebe muffled them further with her breast. "MMMMMMM... MMMMMMMMMM... MMMMMHHHHHHNNNNNN..." Monica panted loudly through her nose, and a sexy little nasal squeal came out, as her friend finger-fucked her wildly. "mmMMYHMMmmm... mmmm... mmmmmmm..." Her orgasm began to subside, and Monica moved away from Phoebe's tit. "Oh god, omigod," she whispered as she recovered from her climax, surprised at the intensity of it. "Now, me," Phoebe ordered quietly, before releasing her friend's head and pussy, and returning to the cock-at-hand. She turned slightly, so she could come at it from right above. In her afterglow, Monica felt the overwhelming desire to give Phoebe an orgasm that would match her own. Without even pushing down her skirt, Monica fell to her knees beneath the blonde's leaning frame. She grabbed onto her friend's panties and pulled them down her thighs, to give her fingers total freedom of movement. Her head tilted back, and she surveyed the two breasts that hung down above her. Monica gave a quick flick of the tongue to both, then choosing the one that had been neglected to this point, her mouth began servicing again, like a little kitten suckling from it's mother. She reached out and grasped Phoebe's calf. She caressed it as her fingers moved to trace the scrunched-down top of the thick grey sock that came out of an ankle-high winter boot. Then they glided back up, along the smooth skin of Phoebe's bare leg, and found her way to her cunt. Monica's fingertips caressed the full length of her wet slit, before the middle one went inside. She heard a soft sexy grunt and knew that was what Phoebe wanted. As her finger slipped in and out, Monica's tongue and lips teased her ex-roommate's breasts. "Yeff, Mohnm... mm hmm... mm hmm..." the blonde woman encouraged her friend, as her lips slid up and down the shaft held between them. She paused to give direction. "MMMMmmm... yefff... fuhkk itth.... mmm, yahhh... yyickh ummm... yickh umm... an' sufck um... mm hmm..." She moaned her approval as her braided pigtails began dancing on the man's abdomen. Monica's free hand kept a breast at her mouth. She held it widely open, and sucked hard on Phoebe's tit, drawing in her nipple, and as much of the mound as she could get. Her lips tightly pressed into the flesh, holding the suction as they pulsed on the disk. Her right hand continued fondling Phoebe's pussy; finger-fucking it, and occasionally, leaving it to rub her clit. But Monica's steadied pace, almost a romantic one, was far too passive for the blonde's tastes. As she sucked the comatose man's cock, she tried using her moans to give Monica hints that she wanted to be banged harder. She even tried using her psychic abilities, such as they were, to convey a message of dirty desires. Then quite frustrated, Phoebe emptied her mouth. "Damn, woman, put some spunk into it! Surely, you do your pussy harder than THAT?" Monica's lips separated from the breast with a sloppy pop. "Oh. Right. Sorry." Her hand quickly picked up speed and vigor. "Hell, yeah. Now, THAT'S what I'm talkin' about. Yeah... harder... harder..." She filled her lips with dick again, as she felt her friend's mouth come back to her other breast. Monica's hand was whipping up a storm as she finger-banged Phoebe. The long floral skirt fluttered on the back of Phoebe's legs, as the middle finger pistoned in and out rapidly. Her tongue swiped the big pink nipple in a broad circle, before her lips produced a few choice sucks. "Oh shfit, thaft's goood!" Phoebe groaned. "Mm hmm... mmm... mm, usehh yehr teeffhh..." Monica never was one to buy into the pain-is-pleasure approach. But maybe a little bit of teeth couldn't be bad, she quickly reasoned. She opened her mouth as wide as she could, and as her mouth closed, Monica firmly scraped her pearly whites, gently indenting the flesh as they passed. Phoebe's moan showed her pleasure. Monica moved to the other breast and repeated the action. But this time, her lips closed down on the protruding nipple, trapping it in her teeth. She gently and carefully bit down on it, over and over. "Fuck yes," Phoebe whispered loudly, her head snapping back. "Damn, Monica, you CAN be a nasty little bitch!" The normally reserved brunette smiled to herself, as she continued nibbling and kissing and licking her friend's tits. The passion she put into her mouth's work, intensified her hand's actions. "Mmm, yeah... that's it..." Phoebe uttered between licks, with a dirty edge to her voice. "Yeah, baby... yeah... do it... come on, baby, spank my cunt... harder... harder..." Monica recalled the hardest she'd ever been fucked; how good it felt with that boyfriend's body banging against her pussy lips and clit. She tried mimicking that with her hand, driving her finger into Phoebe and allowing the others to slap against her cunt and her palm to smack on her clit. Her other hand slipped behind the first, allowing her fingers to clap against Phoebe's thighs and ass. "Yes! YES!" came the intense whispers, as her stroking kept up with Monica's. "Do it! YES! DO IT!... I'm so close... I'm so fuckin' close, Mon! Rrrrrgggghhh!!" Just then her orgasm hit. "SON OF A BITCH!" The whispered shout filled only that room. Her body pitched and writhed, and her breasts swayed, bouncing against Monica's face. The brunette grabbed onto one, and gave it a long hard suck. "MOTHER-FUCKIN'... SONUVA... mmmmmmSHIT!" Monica couldn't help but giggle at her friend's foul-mouthed pleasure, through she hushed her friend. "Shh, Phoebe!" The grunts and groans came more slowly and more controlled. As they turned into heavy breaths, Monica eased her sticky hand, and soon was simply rubbing and petting the smooth pussy. "Okay, come up here," Phoebe panted. "I think he's really close. I felt him almost cum a couple times, but I stopped him." The brunette climbed to her feet and rejoined her friend at the man's groin. His shaft was held in the hands of two beautiful women, Monica's smaller one near the base, and Phoebe's above. Monica diddled his balls, while they stroked him together with only vaguely synchronized motions. His cockhead traveled between two mouths, as they took turns delivering short fast sucks and licks to the fleshy helmet. Monica released the cock, and brought her lips to where the penis met the sack. She rubbed her lips against the underside of the shaft, bumping against Phoebe's hand. The fingers went away, and she saw her friends eyes and nose come into view. The women quickly fell into a pattern, as they jacked him off with their lips. Monica continued caressing his balls, coaxing them into giving up their prize. Soon, Phoebe's tongue slid around the side of the rod, and Monica felt it licking against her lower lip, hinting that it wanted a playmate. Her own slipped out, and the two tongues played with each other as they ran shuttles up and down the shaft. Phoebe's assessment that she had kept the man on the verge of ejaculation was quite correct. Soon, his chest exhaled deeply as a thick stream flew up and came back down. It landed on Monica, running from her earlobe to her high cheekbone. She blinked in surprise at the unexpected splat. But then without missing a beat, she moved up and her lips clamped around the cockhead. A second strong spurt hit the back of her mouth. A split second after Monica made her move, Phoebe realized what was happening. "Ooo yeah, give me some!" she said excitedly. "Hm-mm," Monica disagreed, glancing up at Phoebe and shaking her head, while the cock dispensed more cum. "Ya-huh! Don't hog it all!" the blonde woman protested. Monica simply ignored her and kept on sucking. The line of jizz slowly traced its way down her cheek. "Fine then," Phoebe pouted. She grabbed their sleeping partner's cock and began milking it into her friend's mouth. She felt it throb, as shots of cum coursed through it. Soon the pulsing abated as his balls were pumped dry. "There! You got it all. Are you happy... you... big... little... sperm-hogger!" Phoebe blustered, jealously. "Mm hmm," Monica acknowledged. She removed her mouth from the cock but before could swallow, Phoebe grabbed her and kissed her. She pushed her tongue past Monica's lips. Instinctively, the beautiful brunette began kissing back. As their passionate liplock swelled, their tongues began swimming through the gooey white liquid that filled both their mouths. Satisfied that she had gotten her half of the jizzy treat, Phoebe pulled back and swallowed. Monica followed suit, but with the slightest look of disorientation. Phoebe broke the silence. "Well, you were being selfish!" she pronounced with finality. "Yeah, I... I guess I was," she replied sheepishly. They each stared at the glistening fluid that gave a sheen to the other's lower lip, and dribbled downward. "You, um..." Monica said, gesturing to the blonde. "Oh, yeah, you too," Phoebe said, licking her lips. Monica timidly touched her face, as Phoebe went on. "It looks kinda like shiny lip gloss." "The guys I date wouldn't like me kissing them with THIS on my lips," Monica commented, as she brushed her lip and chin and licked off her finger tips. "Well, maybe you should start kissing more girls, then," Phoebe teased in her porn-star voice. She wiped the cum from Monica's cheek and slipped her finger into her friend's mouth. Monica shyly licked it clean. She suddenly became very uneasy as Phoebe cupped her cheek and gave her a look of loving admiration. "We should, um," Monica started to speak, but with a nervous hoarseness. She cleared her throat. "We should, you know.. go. Before someone comes in." "Yeah, right," Phoebe said as she started to put herself back into her bra and pull up her tank-top. "You should do something with your hair, though... and maybe your lipstick, too." Monica grabbed her purse and went into the adjacent bathroom. Her skirt had mostly settled back where it should be, and she pushed it the rest of the way into place, straightening the waistband with her thumbs. Her palms ran down her thighs, hips, and ass, to smooth out any creases in the fabric. As she stared at herself in the mirror, her fingertips adjusted her tousled hair. But Monica's mind kept returning to the sights and sounds and sensations she had just experienced. She applied a fresh coat of deep red lipstick, and suddenly recognized just how erotic a woman's mouth could be. Her nipples became hard again, and she was reminded that her bra was still undone. With the way her skirt snugly hugged her waist and upper hips, restricting access, Monica reached down inside her stretchy top, fishing for the cups. She recalled how deftly Phoebe had undone her bra. She clasped it together, and pulled her hands out of her top. As she arranged her full breasts within, Monica watched her hands; knowing, yet unwilling to admit, that she got a rush from caressing another woman's breasts; from touching Phoebe's pussy; from just letting go and allowing her friend to please her. And that last look from the libidinous blonde woman. Monica didn't know if she was viewing her as a friend... or a new lover... just a sex partner... some kind of kinky pet... even a protege. She didn't know how to read that. And she was keenly aware of being uncertain about her own newly revealed bi-curiosity. Phoebe meanwhile had pulled her panties back up, put her cardigan back on, and was in the process of re-dressing the handsome comatose man. A little smile crossed her lips as she thought about how surprisingly willing Monica had been to do the things they had just done. She pondered her next move, but decided an indirect approach would be best. Perhaps dropping occasional innuendoes, just for Monica's ears. Maybe a light, 'innocent' touch now and then. Just play her for a few weeks. "Might be kinda fun to seduce her," the devious blonde muttered to herself, as she tucked in the blankets around the handsome man. Monica came out from the bathroom; clothes fixed, hair and make-up primped, like nothing had ever happened. "You ready to go," she asked, trying to act normal. "Yeah. Ooo! Let's go get sushi!" Phoebe replied excitedly, in one of her apparently disconnected tangents. "Sure, we can find a place with vegetarian rolls, since you don't eat meat," Monica suggested, chuckling, as the pair put on their winter coats and moved the plant away from the door. "Oh, I don't know," Phoebe deadpanned. "I kind of like tasting a 'little piece' now and then." As Monica began to consider on the comment, they passed a nurse in the hall. Both girls looked back to see her enter the room they'd just left, and they exchanged knowing grins. Standing alone in the elevator, Monica bashfully admitted, "Ya know, that really was fun." "I know, hey! Ya think there are any other, y'know, cute coma guys we can visit?" Monica laughed softly at the silliness of her friend's suggestion. The elevator dinged, the door opened, and the pair strode through the hospital foyer, as the seemingly ditzy blonde rambled on. "Well, of course, I don't mean 'here'. But there ARE other hospitals in the city, you know."

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He could never have expected that thing to actually ​exist​, what with the only evidence he had being spurious claims on internet imageboards and the occasional friend of a friend of someone who totally knew someone else who once talked to this guy who swore they saw it once, but after months and months of searching, Jeremy finally had it in his hands. He probably shouldn’t be so happy that he did, considering what he was planning on doing to himself without telling Ashley anything, but considering how much he had wanted to find that app, there wasn’t really a lot else left in his head; just lust and the knowledge of what was about to happen. On the surface, it was… frankly not “just another app”, considering the garish colours and the subject matter, but no one would ever have any reason to believe it was anything more than a pornographic self-insert program meant for particularly desperate people who really wanted to see what they would look like as a fur. It was a profitable market, after all; everything from specialized photobooths to even the odd gene clinic offering full transitioning services, it was commonplace for humans and anthros to switch places every once in a while, wanting to experience life from the other side. Jeremy, meanwhile, had no intention of just stopping there. Though he had never shared his innermost desires with anyone, not even with his wife, he had always sought a way to fulfill his lifelong ambition of… well, it was just too good to think about, really; looking at the app made the whole thing feel almost ​too​ real, and now that he had the opportunity to do something about it, he began to have his doubts. Should he really go through with it? He hadn’t told anyone, after all, not Ashley, not his family or friends… not once had he shared his dreams for fear of being mocked and ridiculed, or worse, ​dissuaded​ from them. It was always a nagging concern for him, the thought that maybe all it would take for everything to come crashing down would be for anyone he cared about to try and stop him, after which his goals would be revealed to be as flimsy as a house of cards. He didn’t ​think​ they were, but he did also use to believe his favourite jersey was the best piece of clothing he owned, and now it was rotting away somewhere in some dump. Thus, he kept quiet, hoping that if he just ​accepted​ the fact that he wanted it, then it would help him through the decision. And yet, the more he looked at the options menu, the harder it was to actually move the sliders. Was it reluctance, fear? Or perhaps just such an enormous change in his life handed over to him so unceremoniously, without any kind of fanfare and preparation? He had known friends who underwent the absurdly expensive procedures required to become furs, and it was always this long, drawn-out process that required so many steps that… honestly, it just felt like validation. Meanwhile, there he was, looking at a bootleg program that was supposed to break the laws of physics after locking onto his genetic code, alone, in his room, without anyone there to tell him it’d be fine after he came out the other end. At the same time, though, it did give him a certain semblance of confidence that he actually managed to get that far. Others would have given up long before he even thought of doing so, and even in his darkest days he never ​truly​ considered the option of just throwing the whole project down the drain. No, he had carried on and ​succeeded​, found the damn app and downloaded it onto his damn phone, and now he had it, right there, in his hands! ​He​ did that, ​he accomplished it, and that made it just as real as it should be. He smiled. It was a good realization… and suddenly the thought of altering himself didn’t feel all that daunting. The options menu, however, absolutely was. As the app was supposed to enact changes at such an insanely fine level, it was no surprise then that, at its smallest, it consisted of a couple of dozen headers that split up into sub-menus and sub-sub-menus, rapidly collapsing into hundreds, thousands​ of sliders that could all be combined in so many different ways that Jeremy honestly couldn’t even begin to calculate a fraction of them. This was to be expected, and in fact he had heard about it, but actually seeing it right there in front of him didn’t really make it easier to take in; if anything, the sense of emptiness in his stomach returned in full force, as his newfound self-acceptance had just been sniped by the intricacies of genetic modification. Thank goodness for the presets menu. He hadn’t really thought about using those, seeing as the supposed creators of that app were anything but wholesome or family-friendly, and as much as Jeremy himself had every intention of racing towards the limits of decency and then rushing right past them, he did still need to keep his job; couldn’t exactly have Ashley be the sole breadwinner in the house just so he could have fun being a lewd little fuck machine, that wouldn’t be fair for her. With the sheer amount of options to pick from, however, the prospect of going for one of the predetermined body types was just too enticing not to consider, and after fiddling around with just one of the three hundred sliders meant to control his right arm, he just gave up trying to do things the proper way. Opening that particular bit of the app was just like being given the menu at his favourite restaurant, with the various options doing very little but causing his mouth to water at the prospect of picking them. Poor thing even had to look around his room, making sure no one was watching while they unbuttoned their trousers and hastily got them off of himself. It didn’t help that each preset came with an “example picture” of what the body type would look like, or that said picture was so incredibly photorealistic that Jeremy couldn’t shake the feeling that they weren’t computer-generated at all. Whatever the case may be, his free hand wouldn’t be free for much longer, and he’d end up making a mess of himself without even going through every single possibility… which of course just meant he had to take a break before finishing himself off a second time. Such was life. With so many options to choose from, he felt like he was spoiled for choices, each one lewder than the last. There was no way in hell he’d be able to keep a normal life after going through any of them, so that prospect was quickly thrown out the window; and yet, despite his early concerns about being fair to his partner and wanting to maintain a certain amount of normalcy, he didn’t quite feel like stopping even after realizing how drastic the changes to his body would be. If anything, the knowledge that they ​would​ be so drastic only made him want to go through them even more, and he found his fingers scrolling through the list without even realizing he was doing so. The choice of species wasn’t even a choice at all: oversized ears, tiny, prime material for a shortstack? Had to be a fennec fox, no other would ever do. Bit of a cliché choice, sure, but it was ​his​ choice and no one was going to take it away from him. Finding the correct body type was a bit harder, if only because even the preset menu had multiple iterations of the same “base” form with only minor alterations to it. Fearing that he’d have to go for a third run, Jeremy placed his phone down on the bedstand and took a deep breath… only then realizing he’d forgotten about the most important thing: setting the scenery. Why, exactly, was he in his room? Ashley was working and the house was empty, plus the couple had bought a full-body mirror for the bathroom that he could and ​should​ use to witness his transformation. Without a second thought, he bolted out of the room, having to turn back to pick the phone back up, and only stopped when he was in front of the mirror. That was him. His body. The one he was about to change. And to think he was going to do it somewhere where he couldn’t even see it happen in real-time! There were a few more moments of consideration where Jeremy narrowed down his already limited choices, but it was nothing compared to his earlier indecision. Before long, it was down to just two, and a flip of a coin thus decided his fate. Surprisingly, clicking on the preset didn’t actually start the transformation… and instead opened a secondary menu. This one, however, was not composed of sliders, but of “phases”, where each progressive stage was both lovingly rendered in full detail and described as luridly and deeply as it could be. Jeremy’s pants would have felt tight if he still had any just from looking at phase one alone, and it wouldn’t take a lot of time for him to slam his finger down on the checkmark. Immediately his body temperature skyrocketed, and the pressure mounting inside of him was the final confirmation he needed to know he was dealing with the real thing; to some degree, he had been expecting all of that lead-up to eventually culminate in sweet fuck-all, but as soon as he saw his shirt begin to tent out in front of him, all of his worries vanished. He was developing breasts, and not only were they going to be ​very​ big, but assuming he had read things correctly, they wouldn’t be alone either. The two mounds were extremely heavy, even when they were just barely D-cups; this was to be expected, considering that they were meant to have overfilled saline implants inside of them (how exactly the app did that was anyone’s guess) in addition to their own hyper-productive lactation. Two spots on the fabric, where he felt his sensitive nubs rub against, were already sopping wet, and a few seconds later he could feel droplets of some warm fluid trickling down what was an increasingly-larger set of genuine tits. Underneath them, the pressure in his ribcage mounted, with his torso elongating ever so slightly, just enough for three small spots below his original pair to start growing red and swollen, eventually sprouting three breasts in an oddly-numbered row, both of which rapidly inflated to meet the size of the original one; as soon as Jeremy noticed that his third “pair” was actually comprised of a single tit underneath his second row, the topmost rack split apart, providing enough room for a third mound to develop, giving him an obscenely mismatched three-two-one arrangement! All six were almost impossible to move, being so unbelievably hefty that Jeremy nearly collapsed on his knees from the strain of carrying them around. With his shirt having been ripped to shreds, he was fully able to see how every single one of those six teats was in full flow, spurting milk everywhere in front of him and making an absolute mess of the mirror and floor. Trying to squeeze them was both a losing proposition and the absolute best thing he ever tried in his life; they were all positively stuffed, with a more “solid” core at the center made up of their overfilled implants, which sloshed deliciously loudly with each motion and sway of his chest, while the outer layer was absolutely filled with creamy, sweet milk, something he knew from experience after lifting one of those nips to his own mouth. Trying to sink his fingers into them was, therefore, all-but impossible… but trying to do so sent so many jolts of electricity up his spine that he just kept doing it over and over again, long after the point where he realized he wasn’t going anywhere. That ​was​ the point, after all. As far as he cared, he could very well have remained there, fondling his breasts for the rest of the day, but seeing as those were only step one of gods know how many there were, he ​merely allowed himself to waste a good twenty to thirty minutes admiring his new busts. Admittedly, having his torso expand upwards to meet the demand for extra space was… odd, but more than likely necessary; at least that way he still had some room to move, even if doing so became incredibly distracting thanks to the endless sloshing of his semi-artificial, milk-stuffed udders. Gods, that thought was good enough to make his legs quiver. Next up came his hips, thighs and ass, all of which were given a single command: grow. If he still had his pants on, they would’ve been shredded by the sudden burgeoning of soft flesh, but at least he still had his underpants for him to watch, stretching and ripping and tearing themselves apart, his body overflowing from the gaps in the fabric before they just ceased to exist as a single item of clothing. His thighs fattened up considerably, enough that he wouldn’t even be able to walk without them rubbing heavily against one another, while his hips widened to the point where getting ​out​ of the bathroom was going to be markedly harder than it had been going in. Meanwhile, his hands were firmly stuck in his asscheeks, which had ballooned to a large enough degree that he ​could​ sink his fingers into the soft, wobbly pudge and have them vanish from sight completely. Perhaps the best aspect of it all were the noises, with his lower body groaning and creaking quietly as its skin had to quickly adapt to the sudden increase in surface area, not to mention the sheer amount of flesh that had to be added onto his frame for it to even work. Jeremy couldn’t quite begin to imagine how any of that was working, to the point where part of him genuinely believed it was just some kind of weird hallucination; even if it was though, he had no intention of breaking back through to reality. Phase three was perhaps the worst one, as it required the complete restructuring of his skeleton and other assorted bits in order to fit their new female aesthetic. Not only did their pelvis need to widen and their shoulders shrink, but their legs needed to adapt to the new digitigrade configuration of their soon-to-be-fluffy feet, while their skull had to elongate in order to fit a muzzle filled with conspicuously sharp teeth. On top of their head, a pair of fuzzy ears sprouted, while his original pair seemed to shrink into their skull before vanishing. The final piece of the puzzle was, of course, the sudden emergence of fur all over their body, coating them from head to toe in an impossibly smooth, dull grey coat. The whole process stopped for just long enough to give Jeremy a chance at catching their breath, at which point they were torn between their ​need​ to finish their transformation and the sudden desire to explore the body they already had. Even considering the time they wasted pleasuring themselves, there were still a few hours left before Ashley came back from work, thus leaving them with ample time to… admire their new selves. Wouldn’t be too hard, after all, just bring a hand or two between their legs to where their male apparatus had most definitely ceased to exist, replaced by a needy, eager slit that welcome all four fingers he managed to push into it, forcing the half-fennec to drop to the ground and collapse backwards underneath the weight of their six full mammaries. Before they even realized what was happening, they were milking themselves with one hand and pleasuring themselves to climax with the other, their mind having lagged several actions behind while their body raced forwards to give them the best possible experience. There were no words that could express what Jeremy was feeling at that exact moment, but the sounds they were making were a close enough approximation. It was a good thing no one was in the house to hear them, though they doubted their neighbors would appreciate them moaning like a whore in heat at such a loud volume. There was no other choice, sadly; with their body outside of their control, their hands reaching for each of their most sensitive spots only to then activate them as best as they could, the half-fen’s mind was nothing if not a puppet of its own physical container, constantly assaulted by sensations that no mortal was ever meant to experience. At least there were no more doubts about whether or not they should’ve gone through with it. A good time later, after the floor was stained by a significant amount of both milk and femcum (far more than it should’ve been, all things considered), Jeremy succeeded in getting back on their feet. Contrary to what they might’ve expected, the leakage didn’t exactly ​stop​; all of their breasts were still producing copious amounts of milk, while thick strands of their fluids drooled from their lower lips, staining the inside of their legs, only made worse by the fact that their puffy, swollen mound was being perpetually smushed and rubbed by a set of thighs thick enough to quality as small tree trunks. This ​would​ have made them worry, but it was frankly far too enjoyable for them to care; for Jeremy, it was an affirmation of their metamorphosis, a statement to the world that their old self had been removed and replaced with something new, something ​better… ​ and something that wasn’t quite ​done yet​. Cosmetics always had a place when it came to transformations like those; most people who underwent the procedures to become a fur spent an inordinate amount of time intricately designing their new colour patterns, sometimes down to individual strands of hair (fur?) in order to have the greatest possible impact. Jeremy, meanwhile, lacked any of the artistic sense necessary to make themselves look visually stunning, and therefore chose to keep a single, solid colour with maybe a few accents here or there. Fortunately, the app had a function for that as well, allowing the fen hybrid to carefully pick the best kind of light brown they wanted for them, as well as any patterns they might desire. Much as they thought it was overdone and potentially somewhat laughable, there was no way they could avoid doing it: they needed heart-shaped white patches over their nips. It was unbearable, they ​needed​ that, precisely​ because​ it was so absurdly obvious and overblown that it fit the overall excessively indulgent look they were giving themselves. After all, Jeremy didn’t see herself even bothering to wear bras, if they even put on a shirt at all; with her puppies in full sight of everyone, why ​should​ she bother holding back? Better to let everyone know which part of her she expected people to pay attention to, even if it meant making her look like a cheap slut. Which, to be frank, she kind of liked being. Odd, because she was almost certain that hadn’t been the case before… oh well! Next up was the capstone to the whole transformation, when their almost six-foot frame began to shrink down and down and further down, all the while keeping the overall size on anything that ​wasn’t​ his torso and legs. While it wasn’t as immediately pleasurable as the blimping out had been, the sight of his body turning into some kind of hyper-exaggerated shortstack, carrying six tits so large compared to the rest of her that she had to physically move the topmost row just to be able to see herself, was enough to get her to collapse again… though honestly, that might very well just be the weight she now had to carry on a body that was absolutely​ ​not ready​ for it. In fact, moving just seemed to confirm that hypothesis, because it just wasn’t happening; much as the fen tried to shift her frame from one spot to another, it seemed like she was destined to be pinned down by her own assets, stuck between having her ass firmly plopped against the ground on one side while her lowermost trio of breasts grazed against the floor on the other. Not that she cared that much, in all honesty; the simple fact that such a thing was even real meant that her size goals had not only been achieved, but massively surpassed, making the time spent looking for that app entirely worth the investment! That said, being able to move would be nice, so most of the following hour was spent trying to figure out how to get from place to place. It quickly became evident that the only way she’d ever be able to move would be by hefting her own ass up off the floor, because otherwise it was simply too much of a source of friction for her to drag it along. Her haphazardly-numbered breasts didn’t really help, nor did the fact that they chose to stack all of their weight closest to her head, making it completely impossible for her to walk in a straight line without at least bumbling to one side or another in her attempts not to trip forward. Still, pacing around the bathroom a few times let her know that motion ​was possible, and thus it was time for the final touches in the transformation. The remaining stage was simple, giving the fen the last things needed to ​truly​ embrace her new life as a slutty shortstack. First were her lips, plumping up to a point where talking became a chore in and of itself and her upper lip began to tickle the undersize of her nose; the amount of drool that seemed to trickle down those cocksucking lips was also somewhat worrying, or would be if Jeremy retained any of her prior ability to worry about anything that wasn’t finding the next big dick to shove between those lovely, soft, plush pillows. Right about the same time as she felt that, her whole body erupted with a soft tingling, accentuated in her more erogenous areas; even if nothing told her what that was, she ​knew.​ She knew​ that if she even so much as placed a finger on her lower mound or dared to squeeze a nipple, her mind would break in half and the neighbours would have to file a noise complaint, because even the ambient breeze rolling from the open window of the bathroom was enough to set her on edge, and even in her lust-filled, addled state, the fen knew better than to try and ​walk,​ knowing that the ensuing rubdown her mound would get would end up destroying her ability to think coherently. And she was reasonably certain she didn’t even have ​that,​ seeing as every time her mind tried to focus on anything of substance, it was quickly rectified by it being filled by images of hung himbos and enormous, bulging sacks. Once again, it ​would​ have worried her, had she the ability to do so. As it stood, when her hair elongated and the final touches were given to her productivity, ensuring that not only did her tits and slit would constantly leak like crazy, but her upper lips too would be permanently awash with drool, her transformation was finally complete, and the phone was discarded onto the floor, where it would shatter into shards of glass, along with any ability to turn herself back to normal. Not that she wanted that to happen, obviously. Though any vestiges of the old man she no long was were properly disposed of, it ​was​ still her mind in there, even if it had warped almost as much as her body did; what with her objective having been accomplished, there wasn’t a single bit of her, admiring herself in the mirror, that wanted to go ​back.​ She was perfect. Finally perfect. Admittedly, she could only guess what Ashley’s reaction would be once she got back home; probably some mixture of utter disbelief, disappointment and odd arousal judging from her own personal tastes. Curiously, though, the fen wasn’t really all that worried about it, as much as she was thinking about what her new name should be. Didn’t really feel right calling herself Jeremy anymore, but nothing really came to mind; any time the fen tried to think too hard about pretty much anything, it was almost like a headache, her neurons aching from the effort of trying to focus on anything other than seeking the nearest source of sexual pleasure. To that end, the time in between her final transformation and her wife opening the door to the bathroom and recoiling in shock with a loud yelp was quite literally filled with shampoo bottles being used for many purposes that they were not initially intended to fulfill. It was a miracle none of them actually burst, though the fen wouldn’t have minded if the ones she shoved in between her tits actually did; the softness would be a welcome change from the sweat leaving her fur stained and feeling all yucky. Barely even noticed when Ashley came in, loudly asking her just what the hell was going on and who the hell she was supposed to be; it was so weird seeing her from that angle; with the fen barely hitting four feet in height, it was like the entire world had just turned into a scaled-up version of itself, which curiously enough included her own body, seeing as her assets refused to remain proportional to the rest of her body. Left without any real response or excuse, nor the capability to come up with any reasoning, the fen was content with just carrying on with what she’d been doing before, drawing a seriously bright blush from Ashley’s cheeks while she tried to regain her composure. It was clear that the sight was activating parts of the young human woman that she didn’t want to even consider, which is probably why they sighed and took a few steps outside, loudly and audibly sighing before coming back in, taking some deep breaths in the meantime. With shaky words, she ordered the fen into the bath, declaring that the shortstack was “utterly filthy” and in need of some good cleaning; feeling like that was a perfect opportunity to let her wife appreciate her former husband’s new body, the fen agreed, pulling herself over into the tub and ending up filling it like some kind of deranged, obscene pile of soft flesh and wobbly pudge. Ashley seemed to think the same thing, seeing as she took an inordinate amount of time picking the showerhead up, but at least she got into a rhythm after staring at the fen for long enough; the whole exercise was obviously very taxing on her, which was a shame because the fennec didn’t really have the mental fortitude to do anything about it. Maybe she used to, back when they hadn’t been transformed into the perfect object of lust, but right then all they really cared about was how soft Ashley’s hands were, and how great the water felt after soaking in her own juices for so long. Unfortunately, her leaking didn’t really stop even when submerged, and considering how much of the tub the fen took up, it was no wonder that the water began to spill out, staining the ground further as it mixed with her milk and constantly-running femcum. Ashley was polite enough to ignore this, even if she was clearly scowling after a while, and instead focused on getting her “husband” as clean as possible before turning the showerhead off and heading off to find some towels. Took about three of them, tied together in a series of complex knots, before the fen’s body was deemed to be decent enough, after which Ashley led her out of the bathroom and back into their bedroom. What followed were about two hours of careful interrogation, where the human woman had to very slowly break through the many layers of airheadedness that protected Jeremy’s mind in order to get at the truth; not that she wasn’t almost entirely certain that she didn’t already know it, what with her husband not being nearly as subtle about his kinks as he thought he was, but she needed to hear it from his… her? Her mouth. Even if it was difficult to tell what she was even saying, her lips having become too plump to allow for regular speech. She couldn’t understand why he would have done this to himself. So many options to choose from and ​this​ is what he went with. Not just that, but he seemed to be enjoying it as well judging from how much leakage was completely ruining their sheets. Though, it was entirely possible it was outside of the fen’s control from what she gathered; they didn’t seem to be doing anything to cause it and it just refused to peter out, so maybe that was just the new normal? Great. Just great. Asking if there was any way to revert it didn’t really help either; not only did the fen react incredibly badly to the possibility that they might go back to what they used to be, but in between their spluttering and spitting she somehow managed to tell Ashley that the phone was broken and would never be fixed quickly enough for the app to be able to change what it did to them. She said it with a smile, drawing a grunt out of her wife and yet another round of temple-rubbing when the human tried to figure out what to do. The first thing Ashley needed to know was how much mobility was left in the fen; sure, she could move around from place to place, but the human wasn’t about to become her chaperone whenever they felt like getting anything out of the top shelf in the kitchen. Sadly, it did seem like some degree of intervention would be required, because after dragging the stacked fennec over to the other side of the house, wobbling and waddling all the way while leaving behind an oozing trail of fluids (not to mention getting her wide ass and hips stuck in the door and needing to be pulled inside), it was quite clear that the shortstack wasn’t going to be doing any chores any time soon. Not only did she feel the need to bump against whatever hard surface was next to her, squirting even harder and moaning like a needy slut in the process, but even after being invited to pick something up from the cupboards, the only thing she managed to do was trip after standing on the tips of her paws, which itself made such an enormous mess that Ashley gave up on her idea for a second try. It was obvious the fennec just wasn’t cut out for… well, anything. That body was made for one thing and one thing only, and the one human in the relationship wasn’t sure she even wanted to give it to them. Jeremy hadn’t even consulted her on anything, and there he (she?) was, scrambling to get onto their feet after having slammed all six of her oddly arranged tits on the ground, unable to do something as simple as getting some table salt. And liking it, as well, seeing as after a while they gave up trying to stand and would’ve very well brought both hands between her legs if Ashley hadn’t been there to stop them. She was about ready to throw in the towel and just accept that her former husband was now nothing more than a slutty pile of fur and moans when, at very long last, said pile turned around and tried to say something. It was difficult to tell just what it was, seeing as trying to speak through those lips made most of their words incomprehensible, but when she began resorting to simple miming it all became clear. Seeing as how even the simplest of non-lewd thoughts appeared to be hell for the fen to focus on, the fact that they got a whole sentence out on how sorry they were about not telling Ashley about their plan must really mean they were being honest about it. Didn’t really make it any better, but at least the fen’s wife had some reassurance that part of Jeremy remained in there. “Listen, I don’t need you telling me that you’re sorry, alright?” she sighed, sitting on one of the kitchen chairs, “I… I don’t know ​what​ I need from you, honestly. How are you going to keep your job? You can barely walk, how are you going to ​work​ like this?” For once, the fennec seemed disappointed, sad even, a state of mind that was as transitory as any other of her thoughts. Within moments, the feeling was gone, replaced by the ever-present, overbearing sensation of fullness that permeated every inch of her. Hard to focus when every time she tried, the fennec’s tits ached from how full they were, or her thighs rubbed just enough against her mound that it sent jolts up her spine, or any number of things that served to do nothing but remind her of the type of body she had created for herself. Even while Ashley continued to speak, the fen tried to get back up again, if only because she knew that any attempt at doing something useful was just an excuse to end up in an embarrassingly lewd situation again. To that end, she grabbed one of the few stools they kept lying around and tried her best to climb on it, somehow succeeding in doing so; with a precarious balance, the fen stretched one of her arms out and opened the cupboard, retrieving a single packet of crisps from inside and letting it fall on the ground. The whole thing took about thirty seconds, during which Ashley had to keep her mouth shut about how rude it was for them to ignore her, but by the end, even the fennec’s wife had to concede that the tiny bit of ingenuity in using the stool had made up for her lack of mobility. Even if the fennec then immediately fell over again and smushed her many breasts against the floor a second time, blanking out completely and needing her human partner to drag her into the bathroom to be drained. This, of course, was easier said than done, because as much as Ashley wanted to help her new “husband” empty out, those sextuple tits seemed to be bottomless; even milking the vulpine like a cow didn’t do anything but make the flooding worse, and after a while the human was grunting in frustration, less at the overall situation, and more at the simple fact that her own tits would never be like those. Really, where exactly was the justice in that? Her own bust was quite large, and yet never once lactated, even with all the supplements she took; how was it fair for her husband to not only develop ​six​ of them, but have each one be so milky they could probably open a dairy farm and seHold on there, that was a good idea. She should write that down, it could be a good way to get around Jeremy not being able to hold a job anymore! All that would be needed would be their consent, which Ashley figured wouldn’t be all that hard to get; a few words about how much milking that would mean, coupled with how much they were clearly enjoying it, and the fennec would be all over the idea. Quite literally; it’d be hard to keep them separated from the milking machines whenever they got them around. But, those were thoughts for later. Giving up on her attempt at emptying out the fennec, Ashley instead settled with grunting in frustration and leaving them alone in the bathroom, needing some time for themselves. Without anyone to help pull them out, the freshly-minted fur was stuck inside the tub, and absent anything else to do, decided to just play with herself until such a point as her wife came back to get her. It seemed to be the best possible option, even if she didn’t know why… even when she eventually collapsed from exhaustion as the hours ticked away without Ashley ever coming back. The fen would wake up in the morning, her sleepy eyes opening to see her wife standing above her with the showerhead again, muttering something about needing to get them ready for work. The former Jeremy didn’t really understand why she was still trying to force normalcy back into their lives, but their confused expression at least helped bring some insight into what her wife meant; rather than going back to the office, she was planning on bringing her to a nearby job center that specialized in more “unique” cases like hers. What that meant, the fennec didn’t know; but the prospect of being put to work using her engorged assets on something that might actually make use of them was enough to get them to comply, even if she didn’t like having to let go of her own body. It thankfully got even better when Ashley began taking care of her, because every solution she came up with to “solve” the various “problems” that had arisen from the fen’s transformation only made the whole situation worse (or better, depending on one’s point of view). Issues with leaking? Get some tape and cover every teat with a thick, black X that just barely held back the constant outpour of milk, incidentally causing quite a bit of swelling when the flow backed up and had to find someplace else to be. Femcum won’t stop pouring onto the ground? Simple enough, get some extra-absorbent pads and make sure the underwear isn’t on too tightly, even if it meant they now had to carry around a whole pack of those things and constantly change them every hour or so. Despite it being a complete waste of time, the human even tried to do something about the fennec’s heightened sensitivity; admittedly, it was a losing prospect from the get-go, but even the former Jeremy had to give her some credit for trying... even if her definition of “helping” was to put small pieces of soft cloth around what she assumed would be the worst areas being affected. This only ended up making the vulpine squeal in delight the moment she tried moving in the slightest, as the combined assault of the clothing forced onto her and the “buffer” pads meant to protect her resulted in so much rubbing of sensitive skin that her brain blanked out and she ended up collapsing onto the floor from exhaustion. This, of course, resulted in the need to take off all of her clothes, find new ones that weren’t stained by milk, re-apply the electrical tape and then just give up trying to pretend things could be salvaged. Ashley’s face was a bright red when she led the fen out of the house and into the building’s elevator, figuring that attempting the stairs would just end up in complete disaster. Despite the fur’s small stature, her overblown curves made it a chore to even ​fit​ inside the small cubicle, and for a short while they both feared that they’d gone over the weight limit, what with all the groaning and creaking coming from around them… and despite them clearly hating the task, the elevator’s mechanisms slowly brought them down to the underground garage level, where the next step in their convoluted routine had to take place: getting in the car. Using the doors was just not an option; not only was the fen’s topmost row of triboob too wide to fit through, her hips and asscheeks would rip the whole thing off its hinges, not to mention the simple fact that she was simply ​too big​ to even fit back there without squeezing herself to the point of pleasure-driven immobility. The front seat was much too small as well, as was the trunk… which only left one possibility. It was so embarrassing and humiliating for Ashley that the poor woman didn’t even notice how several neighbors, themselves not-so-eager to get to work themselves, had stopped by their cars to watch just what exactly was going on, a few even trying to exchange words while speculating on the fennec’s identity; the young woman just refused to look up. The transformed fox, eager to make new friends, resorted to waving and blowing a kiss to those she saw staring at her, only succeeding in spitting drool onto her shirt… which itself led to a nearly-unbearable desire to rub down her own tits with it, only stopped when her wife bapped her muzzle and pulled her hands away from her chest. The only way to get the fen into the car was through the back, via the trunk, and even then it took Ashley lowering every seat for the smaller anthro to have the amount of room necessary to crawl in and make a bed for herself, something the fen was happy to try out if it meant being buried by her own tits. Predictably, it ended up being just that, so much so that Ashley just sighed, counted it as a victory and went into the driver’s seat. The sight of the fennec wobbling in the back of the car, desperately keeping herself from unbuttoning her strained shirt just so she could get at her needy chest, was so oddly alluring that it made driving surprisingly dangerous; Ashley couldn’t really look in the rear-view mirror without catching a glimpse of that pile of furry tits and ass, meaning that if anyone decided to rear-end her, it’d come as an incredible surprise. Hell, even the side mirrors were dangerous, as parts of the fen’s body were still visible, all-but forcing the human woman to look straight ahead and hope nothing out of the ordinary would happen. Thankfully, this exact same elephant in the room meant that the ride over to the job center was significantly safer than it normally would be, seeing as Ashley had to be extra careful not to drive too quickly or make any sharp turns; to do so would be to invite ​tumbling,​ and the last thing she needed was a small flood of milk staining the inside of her car. Well, not from Jeremy, at least, but that was a different story altogether. Unfortunately for Ashley, even the most careful driving in the world didn’t stop the fennec’s body from overloading on what were, to most people, barely perceptible sensations. For the human, the rumbling of the engine barely registered as even being there; for the fen, it was a constant source of stimulation that drove her ever closer to climax the longer it was allowed to wreak havoc on her body, and even though Ashley was painfully aware of the effects it was having on her husband’s (wife’s?) body, she couldn’t just stop the car in the middle of traffic until the pile of horniness in the back of her car calmed down. Thus, she was forced to endure as the fennec underwent climax after climax, barely exhibiting any refractory period at all in between the loud series of moans that made focusing on anything such a chore that the driver barely noticed the long line of cars forming behind her; though they hadn’t stopped, they might as well have with how slowly they were moving, and Ashley very nearly ran a pedestrian over when they sped back up to compensate. The atmosphere inside the car was becoming unbearable, the stench of milk and femcum intensifying as the fennec’s body was wracked by successive orgasms. If Ashley had any intention of her partner being even halfway presentable by the time they reached their destination, their hopes would be dashed, because by the halfway point they were visibly leaking from everywhere they could be, the electrical tape having long-since failed to contain the flow and causing so much milk to leak out that the fennec was openly lapping it up from her own tits. Ten minutes. Ten more minutes Ashley had to endure the sight, smells and sounds before finding a parking space and turning the engine off, giving the fennec some time to calm down before getting out of the car and beginning the arduous process of dragging that creature of pure whorish energy out of the back of it. A small tide of milk poured out the moment the trunk was popped, completely ruining the human’s shoes and socks, along with attracting the attention of every passer-by, something that would only get worse when the fennec herself was pulled from the vehicle and shown to the whole world. Some of the more shameless among the crowd immediately pulled their cellphones and began snapping pictures, a small minority transcending the boundaries of decency and trying to make short videos with themselves in frame. Much as Ashley wanted to keep the creeps away, there was just too much attention being drawn to her, and with the fen’s clothing a single step away from disintegrating after being soaked so much, she felt that grinning and bearing it was the only choice she had. At least the job center was right there. Ashley should’ve expected something like it, judging by what kind of reputation that place had, but still felt incredibly taken aback after walking through the front door and seeing a spectacle of debauchery that rivalled the one her wife had been making for the past day or so. Thinking herself alone in her predicament, it was with no end of surprise that the human woman saw a whole bunch of people that seemed to be in the same position she was, humans and furs all accompanying their partners or family members, all of which had succumbed to the same kind of transformative growthlust that Jeremy had. Some were even more obscenely-endowed than the fennec, meaning that while their own arrival drew some eyes towards the entrance, those didn’t really linger; the newcomers were just par for the course when it came to a place like that. Ashley didn’t find the job prospects on display there to be all that attractive as well, especially since most of them included a free “adaptation consultation” meant to instruct everyone involved in their life about how to deal with sudden “life-altering changes” like those. The idea that Jeremy would never come back, while always there in the back of her mind, had been consistently pushed back, only to be brought to the forefront quite unceremoniously after one of the attendant clerks asked her if the transformation had taken place more than twelve hours before; with Ashley nodding, the man sighed and apologized, stating that the emergency geneslate wouldn’t work, and the two of them should grab a ticket and wait in line. At the very least, a quick scan of the available job offers revealed that there was a seemingly-endless opening for “lactic supply” jobs, which both of them assumed meant turning the fennec into a milking cow, as befitting her hyper-productive bosoms. In fact, the more they looked into it, reaching for a pamphlet and everything, the more the prospect seemed to be genuinely interesting: all-expenses-paid lodging and meals, excellent job security for as long as the milk kept flowing, incredible insurance policies and, perhaps most importantly, a permanent discount on all products produced by the company so long as they remained working there. What with visiting hours being unlimited as well, both Ashley and the former Jeremy could see such a thing turning into an honest-to-goodness career opportunity, assuming the transformation kept the fennec just as milky as she was right now. Wouldn’t be the most dignified of professions, but then again, the fen was anything ​but​ dignified at that point, so why even bother with that? The two were kept distracted by these thoughts until their number was called out. Time to start a new life.

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Title: Chapter 1: The Future Was Not Easy by GhostDrake Tags: Human, Intro, Plot Development, Sci-Fi, Story Series The mission to the nearby star system, designation PX-3821, and in particular the H-Class, or Habitable Class, planet located there, yielded to the young space-faring Earthlings, a new friend. They were the Solans, a species that many, in closed quarters of course, claim almost looked like a cross of humans and dogs, and that association was only reinforced by the variety of coats, colors, and temperaments the Solans possessed. Though the Solans and Humans met with open arms, their relationship became strained when the Humans and Solans exchanged books of history and culture. Although their own history was not completely free of conflict, the Solans were horrified by the war-like humans, and it came as no surprise when the Kora, an equivalent to the Human World Congress, unanimously voted down the alliance the human diplomat had petitioned them, but passed the trade agreement. After that, the Kora proposed and passed a Secret Resolution 2224, and diverted trillions of dollars towards military research and development. When asked about why the alliance was declined a Solan diplomat famously stated: "The Humans have brought upon themselves more death and destruction than all of our wars combined. While we invented clean anti-matter power, they used it upon themselves in a fourth World War so devastating they were forced to leave their irradiated planet and colonize a nearby planet." This sentiment was not widely felt by the general Solan until it came to light a year later that the World Congress had attempted to violently suppress a revolting colony, and in turn, triggered a civil war. When this was discovered, that same Solan diplomat was again quoted after the bill came up and was shot down again. "Why would we trust a another government who betrays its citizens, and lies to the ones it proposes to ally?" This revelation killed any chance of obtaining an alliance, and almost ended the profitable trade between the two empires. Some months after their dismissal of the second Alliance Petition, a battleship three times the size of any craft in the Solan's small military dropped out of warp and eradicated their defenses. With nothing left to stop them, this new race who identified themselves as the Lanska, issued their demands which went along the lines of total and unconditional surrender. Not waiting for an answer, they commenced a High Energy Proton Bombardment (HEPB) upon the Solan's defenseless planet. Solans, now desperate, issued a message to the Humans, but knew the World Congress fleet was scattered across the galaxy attempting to stabilize their colonies that had revolted against the authority of the Congress. Worse yet, the Lanska detected the message and the Laetor in charge of the ship saw it as merely a pathetic ruse to scare them off with the mentioning of these "Humans", enraged the Laetor issued the order for the 3 other bombardment cannons to join the one firing. The message passed by most of the traders, who immediately turned around because they were only equipped with Low Energy Pulse Cannons for defense. It seemed all but hopeless for the Solans, until the message passed to World Congress Science Ship Endeavor's captain, Admiral Ron Hasslan. As the story goes, he rallied the traders together and had one take his crew, while the rest kept the battleship's defensives occupied. The researchers knew that there was enough of the volatile high density anti-matter to blow a moon into a permanent crescent, and they knew what he was planning to do as they boarded the trader ship that would take them to the surface of Solania. Slamming the science ship into the battleship at full speed, and destabilizing the anti-matter containment, he took out half the battleship, and space did the rest. With the sacrifice of his life, the Kora immediately ratified an alliance with the humans, and both went to war with the Lanska. The first year of the war was brutal and it appeared the Lanska would slowly win, until a Human woman named Denise Lorell, and her Solan lover, discovered an element on Solania that when combined with carbon and steel, made a super-metal alloy she called Denisium. Using the super alloy, the Humans and Solans were able to design an elevator that connected to a geosynchronous space station. The humans sacrificed no expense and by modifying the orbiting trade station Arcadia, they completed what the Solan's predicted would take a few years, in only a few months. Several hundred ships were produced from the continually expanding spacedock, and helped keep the war to a stalemate. The War-like humans wanted to attack at what was determined to be the home world of the Lanska, and they wanted to reverse engineer the Lanska Battleship Warp Drive recovered after Admiral Hasslan's sacrifice. However, the Solans waited, and hoped the the fanatical Lanska would come to their senses. It wasn't until the slaughter of Devion-5, a new and booming Solan supercolony, by the Lanska's new and terrifying weapon, the Las'kia Oranum, or roughly translated, Destroyer of Worlds. The weapon consisted of high density anti-matter, which normally was highly unstable, however the Lanska had managed to stabilize it into a bomb like projectile one could launch from space. The destruction was devastating and killed some 25 million innocent people. The populace was outraged and the growing dissent over the incompetence of the Kora caused Commanding General Grenji to attempt a successful coup d'etat. The Solanian military put all of it's best minds on reversing the Warp Drive within two months every ship in the World Congress and Grenji Fleet had the technology equipped. Warping into the AA-5829 system, where the Lanska homeworld was theorized to be, left the Lanska completely unprepared, and quick surgical strike by bombers left their main ships out of the fight. Although their fleet had been crippled, they refused to give up and the fighting began to take a toll on the Allied Fleet. "It was with great remorse," The Captain of the Leviathan would later say, "We agreed to drop High-Density Anti-Matter bomb upon the Lanska Homeworld. In a single flash, my hand had killed trillions of people." With their homeland struck by a Las'kia Oranum and their economy crippled, the Lanska quickly surrendered. It was agreed that the death of their people would greatly harm their economy, and they had little to give now that their home world was eradicated. It was agreed that they would be allowed to colonize a new home world in AA-5829, and pay reparations for five years. It surprised the Lanska when the victorious Humans and Solans came to their aid, spending most of the reparations on medical supplies, repairing the Lanskan Fleet, and on general transport to the new colony. Through the tireless friendship that the Humans and Solans showed, the three civilizations grew closer. Nine Brutal years had passed, and the trial and tribulations had strengthened the bond between the Solans and Humans. Near the end of those eight years, the fleets and governments of the reinstated Kora and the World Congress were no longer considered separate entities but as one unified force dubbed as the Alliance, a simple enough name, but the idea behind it was complex and powerful. The Lanskan's were a strange breed to them. Having been ousted, destroyed and humiliated, they only showed respect for the now recognized Alliance Fleet, and the Lanskan's had gone above and beyond with their tactics used to halt the civil war in the Human colonies, bringing peace to the three systems. This paved the way for them to join the Alliance three years after their devastating defeat. This golden age of Friendship and peace led to the drafting of what became known as the Flagship of the Alliance: Endeavor, a ship that, combined with all three's technology, was nothing short of a military masterpiece.

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Title: Russian It? Chapter 11 by JaketheCoon Tags: Dog, Human, Humiliation, Male, Mutt, OC, Penis, Rape, Road Rovers, Rough Sex, Sex, Spanking, hunter, warner bros "What the bloomin' hell?" Colleen shouted. "See? I told you! That Jay kid's been sleeping with Exile this whole time!" Blitz accused. "Alright, Rovers, I'll take care of this," Hunter insisted. "Just go back to sleep. "But I want to see the little human boy cry!" Blitz whined. "Go!" Hunter ordered. Blitz yipped and ran out of the room, while the others walked out. Exile put his signature red flannel pajamas back on and left as well. "We're going to have to have a little talk later," Hunter murmured into his ear. He followed behind Exile, but didn't leave. He closed the door and locked it. *What would he need to do that for?* I thought. *What's he going to do to me?* "So," Hunter asked, "how long has you been sleeping with Exile?" "About six months," I replied, honestly. I had to force the words out. There was no way I wasn't going to not answer Hunter, the leader. He looked pissed. It wasn't showing on his face, but I could tell. Easily. "And you never thought about sleeping with anyone else?" he continued, encircling around me. "Not really." I started to follow his gaze. "Well, I'll let you in on a little secret," he muttered. "Take off your clothes." "Excuse me?" Hunter took a step back. "I said. Take. Off. Your. Clothes." Hunter said, emphasizing each word like it was its own sentence. I didn't feel like pissing him off even more, so I did as I was told. I stripped down to my underwear. Hunter had a big smile on his face. A look of power and satisfaction. It scared me a little. "Yes, yes, very nice," Hunter grinned. "Now the underwear, too." "Are you sure?" I asked. "Do it," he commanded. I peeled off my underwear. My heart leapt into my throat. This was some scary shit. "Yeah. Good. That's a very nice body you have there, boy." "Um...thanks?" Hunter started to peel off his armor. *Oh, my God.* He walked up towards me again and shoved me until I fell onto my bed. "Where's your lube?" he asked, keeping his tone deep and dangerous. "L-l-lube?" I stuttered. It was getting harder and harder to answer him. I had no idea what he was going to do to me. And I didn't want to know either. He could *kill* me for Christ's sake! "You use spit, don't you?" "I-I guess..." "That's okay." He licked his hand and covered his pointer finger in saliva. "We can work with *that!*" As he spoke the last word, he shoved the spit lubed-up finger inside me. Hard. I winced. Hunter smiled big and broad. "Yeah, you like that, don't you, boy?" he said. He seemed to be enjoying himself; a little *too* much if you ask me. He moved his finger in and out of me, pretending that it was his member. He went slow at first, but quickly went into a raging penetration. I moaned long and loud. I didn't want to, but it was instinct to me. Sometimes I hate myself when I do that. Hunter started to grunt as he forced his finger inside me more and more. He finally pulled it out after about five minutes and shoved himself inside me. "I've always wanted to fuck you, baby," he said through gritted teeth. "Ever since I laid eyes on you, I've only wanted you for myself. Every. Fucking. *Time!*" As he spoke the last three words, he rammed himself harder and deeper, each time getting worse and worse. "But, don't you love Colleen?" I moaned. I wanted him to stop. This was rape, and it didn't feel good. I wanted Exile, not Hunter. I didn't have any *love* feelings towards him. At least, I didn't *think* so. "Yes," Hunter agreed. "But I've always wanted to fuck you. Ever since you came to this damned, God forsaken place." Now he was thrusting harder than ever. He rammed good and deep, grunting and forcing, letting me know whose boss. He wrapped himself around me. We said nothing for a while. All that was heard was Hunter grunting while I was moaning like a woman. I couldn't help myself. Again, instinct. Then suddenly, I made the biggest mistake of my life. I was enjoying myself too much. I couldn't help it. I was in the moment. *Oh, God,* no! "Oh, Exile!" I screamed. Hunter stopped. He stared at me through intense eyes. "What the fuck did you say?" Hunter was now more pissed than ever. I mean, more than someone who has lost their life's work by some dultz pissed. I was now completely terrified. I wanted to look away, but my eyes wouldn't allow me. I was trapped. "I, uh..." *Fuck! How do I get out of this? What the fuck is* wrong *with me?* Hunter pulled out of me hard and stood up, his boner still fully erect and covered in spit and pre-cum. "Now we have a problem," he murmured. "Turn around." "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to; it was an accident-" *"Turn around!"* he shouted. I did as I was told. Tears were starting to brim. I wanted to cry. No; I wanted to *sob!* *What the hell is he going to do to me?* I wondered. *Something not good, obviously. I really don't wanna know.* All of a sudden, I felt a huge *smack!* on one of my ass cheeks. Then soon another. Harder this time. Then another. Even harder. Tears started to welt even more. I was on the brim of crying like a baby. "That's three," he said through gritted teeth. He spanked me again. "Four." Again. "Five." And then one last, excruciatingly painful blow. "Six!" I cried at five. I sobbed at six. "Did you learn your lesson?" he asked. *"Yes!"* I screamed, tears streaming down my face. "Now suck my dick," he ordered. I continued to do as I was told. I wanted this to stop. Really bad. But I didn't want to piss him off even more. I sucked on his red, throbbing erection. I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. He kept that big, powerful smile on his face. He was enjoying my pain. *Why would anyone want to do this?* Ithought. *Seeing their partner in pain for their pleasure. This is just so wrong on so many levels! I hope Colleen doesn't have to endure this when they get together. That is,* if *they get together. I'm not so sure anymore.* Hunter moaned. "Oh, yeah, baby. You know how to suck a dick. Yeah. *Yeah!\_Suck my canine cock! Oh, \_fuck!*" I sucked harder, covering him in my saliva. His knot started to grow, his cock throbbing as I sucked. "Oh, yeah, baby. Suck my cock. Suck my cock hard! *Suck it, boy!\_I wanna fuck you in my canine form so bad! I wanna ram my cock inside you. I wanna \_make puppies* with you!" As he kept spilling words from his lips, I kept sucking harder and harder, slowly but surely progressing in speed. "Yeah, baby, you want my cum, don't you? You want my cum inside you. Yeah, you want me to shoot all over your face and inside your mouth. You want me to make your face fucking *white!*" *But I'm already white*, I thought, trying to make this situation *some* kind of enjoyable. He started thrusting into my mouth. Hard. I almost started to gag. *He's too big,* I thought. *I can't take him anymore. If he thrusts just one more time, I'll* puke! "Yeah, I wanna fuck you in my canine form so bad. So fucking \_bad!\_I wanna ram my knot inside you and cum so hard. Yeah. Yeah." He continued to say his words through gritted teeth this time, still thrusting into my mouth, determined to cum. I was surprised I hadn't vomited yet. I grabbed hold of his cock at the back of the knot and kept sucking, wanting, *begging,* to get this over with. "Yeah. Yeah! I'm going to...going to...AAAHHH!!" Hunter shot a huge load into my mouth. Then another. Then another. It was nice and thick. Each shot just as delicious as the last. Hunter screamed loudly as he came. It felt like it was going to take forever. He lasted for about five minutes. After he finished, he pulled himself out of me and put his armor back on, still hard, mind you. "I hope you learned your lesson," he told me. "You promise to not tell anyone about this? *Ever?*" I nodded. "Good." He unlocked my door, went out, and closed it behind him, leaving me a big, sobbing, humiliated, cum-covered mess.

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Title: Spyro and Cynder - Aftermath by Xianyu Tags: Dragon, Dragoness, Fanfiction, M/F, Oral, Vaginal, Young Love I have the newest Spyro game, and OMG, I have to write fanfiction of it! Spyro and Cynder: Aftermath They floated in a white haze, suspended, weightless, a noiseless, scentless, tasteless white haze that confounded the senses of the waking dragon. "S-Spyro?" Cynder asked, lifting her head and peering about, blinking a few times, green eyes wide and concerned, trying vainly to find a reference point in this featureless *place* she was in. "Spyro?!" She called again, starting to panic slightly. The whiteness far, far in front of her seemed to part slightly, and a glimmer of purple appeared. She was on her feet in a moment, somehow bounding towards the purple shape, skidding to a halt behind the purple dragon and tentatively calling his name again. "S-Spyro?" He turned then, but his face was Malefor's, upon Spyro's body, eyes glowing and casting her back under the spell of evil puppetry. \* \* \* Cynder gave a low groan and put a paw to her head, lifting herself up slightly and opening her eyes slowly. The amazing vista of the view from the rim of the Volcano greeted her opening eyes, and she stared in wonder, peering upwards a moment at where Malefor's lair had floated magically above the land, now fallen, shattered, long gone. Spyro sat nearby, and she started as she saw him, immediately sliding over to him, touching him gently on the shoulder, almost afraid to make him turn towards her. Familiar eyes greeted hers, and Spyro smiled at her slightly. "We won." He said quietly. "We beat Malefor...and saved the entire world from annihilation." The black and red dragon nodded slowly in return. "Yes...we did." she said, sitting down next to him, making a faint sound as their wings brushed accidentally, and furling hers tightly, her black cheeks flushing faintly red. "We won...but nothing is ever going to be the same, is it?" he asked, peering at her sideways. "Malefor left his mark on all of us. Everyone in the world." the purple dragon pointed north. "Look...the world, it's...fractured. It's like Malefor's lair, except...bigger. Cynder...did I do this?" She shook her head and nudged him with her nose gently. "No, Spyro. You saved the world. You didn't cause any of this. Malefor did. He caused all of this, and would have caused more. But you stopped him." It was Spyro's turn to shake his head. "*We* stopped him. I couldn't have done it without you Cynder..." he murmured, turning to peer at her. Her blush deepened, and she was aware more than ever in that moment, the words she had whispered to him as he saved the world. "Did you...did you say anything to me? Before I did what I did?" he asked of her. Blushing furiously now, she peered down at her paws uncomfortably. "Yes...I did. I thought...I thought we were going to die in there." "But you stayed." He said, peering at her curiously. "I would cross the sky for you..." she whispered softly, still peering at her paws. "But why did you wait? Why did you wait until we were *there* to tell me?" he asked, staring at her askance. "W-well...we were...bound together with Malefor's necklaces, we had...things to do. People to save. A *world* to save. I didn't want to ruin our ability to fight together with foolish words..." she said, shaking her head gently. Spyro nudged her chin gently with his nose, pulling her gaze up to his, nose-to-nose. "I think...I think that that's the very reason we could fight so well together..." Cynder's eyes widened, and she stared at him for a long moment, her mouth opening and closing a gently. "You mean...that you...um...you...we...eachother...?" she asked falteringly. Spyro shushed her gently with a talon on her muzzle and nodded. "I don't remember you being this shy when we were stuck together with the necklaces..." he pointed out, peering at her. "Well...we always had someone to save, I had to be strong, because we were stuck together and you had to save the world." She explained, peering down at her paws. "I...did some evil things. I followed Malefor. And I'm ashamed of it, seeing how you fought him at every turn, and you never gave up...my only resort is quietness..." Spyro shook his head, and nudged her once more, gently. "I did give up...When I...thought I had to face Malefor alone...When I thought I had to fight *you*..." he said with a shake of his head. "You left me nothing to fight for when Malefor exerted his control over you again, but then you came back, Cynder. I fought Malefor for *you*." She smiled at him, tilting her head gently to one side. "Well...it looks like Malefor was defeated by..." she paused a moment, as if trying to work up the courage to say it. "Malefor was defeated, by love." " ‘Malefor was defeated by love'-bleargh! What do you mean Malefor was defeated by love?! Did you hug him to death, Spyro?! Or did you kick his ass, huh?! Am I right?!" A familiar voice said, and Cynder rolled her eyes, shaking her head gently. "Sparx! You're okay!" Spyro said, grinning and nuzzling his muzzle against the diminutive fairy. "Of course I'm okay! You know nothing can beat me. I just had to beat up twenty...no! Thirty Orcs to get here!" he said smugly, crossing his arms and striking a pose. Cynder leaned over while Sparx was occupied feeding his fake ego, and whispered something gently in Spyro's ear, making the purple dragon blush, before she sauntered away, his eyes following her movements, wide and slightly surprised. "What she just say to you?" Sparx asked, flitting a little closer. "She isn't spreading any nasty rumours about me I hope?" "Sparx, is everyone okay? Did they all make it into the tunnels okay?" Spyro asked, shushing the yellow fairy gently. "Sure they did. Thanks to me." He replied, smiling. "Just doing what I can." "Sparx, I'm going to go talk to Cynder." He said, turning about and making to follow the path Cynder had taken. "Okay." He replied, flitting after him, until the purple dragon turned and gave him a pointed stare. "What? Something in my teeth?" he asked, affronted. Spyro pointedly jerked his head back towards the way they had come. Sparx crossed his arms again, and raised a brow. "What?...oooooh!" he said, blinking, his eyes widening. "Now Spyro! You know how I feel about Cynder. She's a nice dragon and all, but she's *evil*. She hurt a lot of people!" "She *was* evil." He replied, shaking his head gently. "Spyro, I forbid you to follow that dragon!" he said, latching onto his tailtip. "You spend all that time stuck to her and now that you can finally get away the first thing you wanna do is get back to her?!" he paused, silenced by the look Spyro gave him, releasing his tailtip and shaking his head slowly. "Ahhh...go get her." He said, crossing his arms again. "I'll let you go this time. I could have stopped you if I wanted!" he called after the retreating form of Spyro. \* \* \* Cynder was sitting upon a rock, watching the flows of lava and the geysers of molten rock spraying high into the air, her tailtip gently swishing back and forth, almost blending in with her black-and-red colouration. "Cynder?" he called gently, and she smiled back at him over her shoulder. "No sparx? We're alone?" she asked, green eyes innocent. "All alone." He said firmly, taking a few uncertain steps over closer to her. "What was it you wanted me to follow you for?" "I though I made that perfectly clear." She said with a sweet smile, raising her brows at him, her tail continuing to gently swish back and forth. "W-well I might have the wrong idea." He said with a firm nod. She hopped down off the rock lithely, and sauntered over to him, smiling. "Are my eyes and ears playing tricks on me...or is the defeater of Malefor, the *hero*, getting shy?" she asked in an innocent tone, green eyes wide as she stared at him sweetly. "W-we defeated Malefor. You helped." He said with a firm nod. "But you saved the world. That was all you." She said, pointing outwards with her nose, where a giant gap between the floating lands was barely visible. "Without you, the world would have been destroyed." "But you stayed. With me. Right to the end. When you could have left." He replied, smiling at her smugly. "You could have left as well, silly dragon. But instead, you saved the world, all on your lonesome. Even though we thought that we'd never see the light of day again." She countered. "You are a hero Spyro, and Heroes don't always come home. Therefore, I think you deserve a reward, while we can both still enjoy." "Both?" he asked, his voice squeaking slightly. "Both." She stated, sidling in closer, rubbing her wings gently against his side. "Have you ever...?" she asked, peering up at him uncertainly. He shook his head gently. "There was never any time, what with saving the world every other day." He replied with a rueful smile. She nodded slowly, and smiled at him. "Then this will be a first for both of us." She said calmly. Spyro stammered a little bit, flushing, "W-what? Y-you mean t-that--ah!" he trailed off into an exclamation of surprise as the black dragon ducked under his wing and laid her tongue along his stomach, drawing it backwards over his male slit without hesitation. Wings fanning faintly, he lifted a paw and laid it on her back, about to protest, but was cut off by her next action. Ducked underneath him, with her tail held high into the air, she nudged her nose against his yellow underbelly scales, gently drawing her long, flexible draconic tongue over his slit, to encourage the flesh within to respond to her ministrations. Growing impatient after just a moment of that, she leaned closer, and fastened her mouth over it completely, suckling ever-so-gently as her thin tongue struck out and into the slit, finding the growing length of dragon flesh and hooking around it, dragging it out into the air so she could stare at it, its lengthening tip resting on her nose. Spyro panted faintly, his paws twitching at the sensations of her playing with his draconic flesh, the sensitive length of slick flesh never having experienced the touch of someone else before. Cynder licked it gently, experimenting a moment, careful not to let her head spikes dig into his scales, her long tail swaying gently from side to side as she tried to decide whether or not she enjoyed the odd taste flooding her muzzle. Lapping gently along the length, she decided that the taste was not so unpleasant that she would stop, tasting and tonguing at the flesh as if it were some kind of adults-only lollipop, her green eyes wide, her breathing starting to intensify as she realised exactly what she was doing. She had just done what felt right, but now that she actually *thought* about it, the sheer naughtiness of it sent shivers down her spine, and caused an odd warmth to blossom low in her stomach. As her own scent began to blossom on the air, Spyro's nostrils dilated, and he felt an odd welling of sensations deep in his chest, like when he let the anger, and the rage take hold of him, but somehow, different. This was not...dangerous. This was sublime! Giving himself to the odd sensations, the new *instincts* awakening within him, he dove his muzzle in past her leg, and pressed it close to the source of her scent, his eyes narrowing and pupils dilating with excitement as he nudged her more firmly, pressing her over firmly onto her back, staring down at the object of his affections, the draconic slit between her legs, already flushed with excitement, swollen and glistening with moisture, a flash of pink among red scales. Bending in close her pressed his muzzle to Cynder's sex, unsure for a moment what he wanted to do, until her taste flooded his muzzle, her scent clinging to his nose with the liquids that instantly smeared it, his eyes widening before he began to lap rapidly, heatedly at her body. Cynder squirmed beneath him, having had to pause in her ministrations to him, her wings flared wide to keep her balance, tail thrashing, the blade thudding against the ground a few times as the purple dragon lapped over her body, causing what felt like a flame to ignite deep within her, her flesh growing even more sensitive with each touch of the tongue to her burning sex. Her paws pressed firmly up at his stomach, squirming and shuddering against it as he tongued her, his own tail swaying back and forth, before the black and red dragon beneath him remembered her work, and lifted her head, staring at the fully-grown draconic length in front of her nose. At its full length, it was imposing, and the thought of...having it *inside* her was scary, but oh-so-arousing, causing her to flush and a new wave of wetness to greet the purple dragons tongue. Without any further hesitation, she pressed her muzzle to his length, and then paused for a few moment, pondering. Of course, mating was the ultimate act of satisfaction, and just using her tongue couldn't possibly be as good as that, but if he was to â€" she blushed at the mental image â€" put it *in* her, then it would feel better because...it was surrounded on all sides? And squeezed? Her back legs spread further and she bucked just slightly as his paw slid between her legs, claws that were so deadly in combat now proving so delicate and pleasurable in this act, one of them pressing her open, sinking into her body slowly as she tried to think through her pleasure-addled haze. So, if what made mating feel the best was the being surrounded...then couldn't she just increase Spyro's sensations by...? Deciding to just try it rather than think about it all day, she opened her muzzle and aligned the intimidating length of dragon cock in front of her muzzle, closing her lips over the tip and sinking her muzzle over it, letting it slide over her tongue gently, and into her muzzle. She could fit most of it in, but when she felt it almost slide down her throat and make her gag, there was still a decent gap between her nose and yellow scales. Spyro gave a load groan at her treatment of his length, and she smiled in triumph around the length, beginning to bob slowly back and forth, eyes narrowed in victory. After a few moments of panting and squirming, the purple dragon regained his composure, and turned back to his work, holding her outer lips spread with his clawtips and then laying his tongue *in to* her body. Cynder shuddered all over and bucked hard, squealing around his cock and gagging for a moment as the bucking movement shifted her deeper onto the length, causing her to draw back quickly, sucking at the cock in surprise, just trying to stop it from forcing itself down her throat. The cry of pleasure that greeted her actions was rewarding, and she paused, panting around the cock, tentatively pressing her muzzle back over it to the halfway point, too fearful of either of them bucking again to go any further, and then began to suck gently. The flap of wings and the thud of a tail against the ground was enough to tell her that she was doing a *very* good job, the muffled moans of the purple dragon dying against her heated, slick flesh as his tongue wormed deep within her, and she purred softly, surprisingly herself with the sound, and Spyro as well, the extra vibration causing him to moan and a drop of something slimy and salty to fall on her tongue. She drew back then, surprised once more, staring at the tip of his pink draconic length, brow furrowed thoughtfully, watching a droplet of *something* spill to the ground in front of her nose. It wasn't her saliva, she could see that glistening all over the pink cock, and it just wasn't thick enough on the surface of it to drip, rather, just make it shiny and slick. Drawing her tongue upwards again, she began to gently lap at his tip, frowning thoughtfully at the odd, salty taste, and then closing the tip of her muzzle over him again, suckling softly, to see if she could summon more of the strange liquid free. Spyro drew back forcefully, stepping off her, and she pouted, having not been quite finished with her examination, and certainly not with his. Her sex was *aching*. Hot and itchy, and *needing* his tongue and talons. But then she saw his pose, the way his narrowed eyes locked on hers lustfully, the gently growl deep in his chest. She shivered all over and instinctually rolled to her feet, turning away from him and crouching forwards, thrusting her butt into the air and shifting her tail upwards, revealing her warm moistness to him, shiny and pink among the red scales of her underside, her wings flared slightly, peering at him over her shoulder, blushing faintly. Spyro snarled lustfully, and launched at her. For a moment, she was afraid he was going to attack her, but the moment his rigid tip touched her outer lips, she forgot completely about her fears, standing up a little more straight and leaning backwards, squirming slightly, trying to get it within her. The purple dragon growled softly down at her, working his hips back and forth, his eyes narrowing, teeth baring as he tried to find the right angle, growing impatient, pressing it tight to her, trying to *force* it into her tightness in his eagerness to join them. Cynder adjusted her stance slightly, huffing and groaning at the feel of that pointed tip pressing hard against her body, slippery with her saliva, and now, the liquids she was dripping with in her need, thrusting her body up onto all fours properly, her green eyes going wide and her mouth opening in a fierce, lustful snarl full of surprise and delight as the angle became perfect and the steady, firm pressure of Spyro's pressing thrust more than half of his long cock deep into her tight depths with a single motion. The two dragons paused them, Cynder spread open by his cock, moaning faintly and lightly shifting back and forth, while Spyro panted and licked at the back of her neck affectionately, his forepaws gripping her tightly. "Ahhh...g-god!" Cynder murmured, panting hard and shuddering all over, her eyes clenching close, giving a loud squeal as Spyro shifted back and then humped forwards gently, her eyes opening and widening at the sensation, feeling it *spread* her open, *inside* her body. The black dragons hips began to press back against his own as she groaned softly, loving this new sensation, crooning lovingly back at him as her wings twitched and fluttering spasmodically, a blush erupting spectacularly as Spyro thrust forwards once more, and a quiet squelch of her immense wetness greeted the actions, the liquid welling up from deep inside her, seeping around the invasion to her willing body and dribbling around her sex, before dripping to the floor. Panting against her neck, Spyro began to hump back and forth, groaning against her lovingly, his forepaws pulling her back against him, Cynder all-too-willing to help, thrusting back against him eagerly as his tempo began to increase. She gasped faintly and tensed up as she felt Spyro's jaws close around the back of her neck, holding her firmly in place...something about it felt so *right*, just feeding the fire burning inside her, begging to be doused with the purple dragons seed. Spyro began to press into her more insistently, losing himself to the instincts of rut, his tailtip swishing and thudding against the ground as he delighted in the feel of her gripping, wet hot sex about his eager draconic cock, his teeth starting to bare and his grip on her tightening as he thudded against her repeatedly. Cynder began to arch her back further, tail twitching back and forth rapidly, claws digging deep into the ground as he body started to tense, the motions starting first in the gripping muscles of her sex, tightening and rapidly convulsing around the rigid dragon cock buried deep within her body, *milking* at it, *coaxing* it to give up what she wanted, what she *needed*. Panting hard and fast, Spyro jammed himself into her body over and over again, spearing that long eager cock deep into her gripping, begging body, huffing at her, and then snarling bestially, eyes snapping open wide and narrowing down on her as he thrust viciously a few more times, as deep as he could get, impaling her on his cock as the first hot jets of creamy liquid began to cascade into her body. As the first creamy burst of seed hit her deepest barrier, hot, thick, and sticky, Cynder threw her head back, her wings flaring wide and body convulsing underneath her lover, sex tightening around him, milking at him, drawing him as deep as he could get within her needy body, coaxing as much of his hot liquid into her body as she could get. Her hips pressed back against him repeatedly during their orgasm, her own liquids mingling with his as she shuddered, feeling it overflow, creamy white streamers of dragon cum seeping from her used sex around the intrusion, mingling with her wetness and beginning to *pour* to the floor, the black dragon filled the brim, and *further* with the creamy seed. As Spyro pulled back slowly, her sex convulsed, unwilling to part with him, making them both groan and shiver, before he slid free with a gasp and fell flat on his side, pink length coated with seed, the absence of his cock, no longer acting as a ‘stopper', allowing even more thick liquids to begin dribbling from her body, making a mess of her scales as she purred with delight at the sensation of having *Spyro's very essence* dribbling out of her used cunt. Cynder panted hard, and slumped slightly onto her stomach, purring faintly and giving a breathy exhalation at the sensation of having *so much* liquid seeping out of her. The hot scent of Spyro's essence, an odd, almost cinnamony scent, filled the air, and her eyes opened slowly, affixing on the used length of dragon cock. The purple dragon gasped and arched slightly as Cynder's tongue coiled about his length, tonguing it like a lollipop, a new treat, hher eyes narrowing and her mouth opening and closing gently a few times, experimenting with this new strange taste in her muzzle. Obviously, she didn't find it disagreeable, as a moment later, she sank her muzzle over his cock, her tongue coiled about the base, and suckled at him gently, purring around the length of pink draconic cock as her tailtip gently swished back and forth. Her wings fluttered contentedly, and sticky white fluids marred her black-scaled tailbase, and now, her muzzle as well, a small trickle spilling from the corner of her muzzle in her eagerness to clean him. Finished with her task, she sidled up to the purple dragons face, purring down at him and then flopping on her side besides him, snuggling in close to him and nosing against his neck gently. "I love you, Spyro." she whispered, giving his chin a lick. Her eyes widened a little as Spyro twitched at the lick and then began to snore softly. "Males. You're not supposed to conform to the cliche stereotype *this* early, Spyro." she stated playfully to the sleeping dragon with a shake of her head, but then smiled and laid her head on his chest, purring softly. She had a feeling he had heard her, somewhere in his dreams.

FSE

Title: Safe Haven by Vee_Stitch Tags: Digimon, M/M, Story Progression, Undead, barn Safe Haven It had been two days and the farm where the group and came around came to be a place of rather simple desires. There was a lot on that had happened and for the first time it felt so serial. The farm became a home. Though the continued search for Piyomon was no going so well everything else seemed liked heaven. Veemon had got in the truck with Silver to pick up Kiff and Yill. They found another vehicle along the way so Kiff used it. Life was so simple when Veemon returned he went up to the patio and Shadow came up to him Shadow said, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience of all this." Veemon put on a brown jacket that was left on the grass, "We're grateful that you let us stay. It's been tough out there. We haven't even been out there that long and everything is already falling apart." Shadow said, "Don't get me wrong what I did was inconvenient but I don't you getting used to this." Veemon asked, "Why?" Shadow said, "I'd expect you to move on as soon as you friend is healed and the other found." Veemon pleaded, "You can't through us back out there. Please we can offer so much." Shadow said, "Look I have others to look for." Veemon said, "I know my group is big but consider it like extended family." Shadow looked up past them at the barn to see Klonoa eyeing it. Shadow went down and went up to him and said, "Don't bother with the barn. That is a place of ours and I wouldn't mind if you just avoided it all together." Klonoa just walked away. Inside Kiff placed the metal replacement for Yill's leg. It was a bit of a push from what she was used to. Kiff said, "Don't push too hard. Please take your time." Yill said, "This much concern is starting to worry me. Kiff I miss the old you." Kiff said, "That was before. The world has changed and now I see that I have to do everything in my power to protect you." Yill said, "Just because things look bleak. We still have feelings it's not like they just went away. And we still cling on to things that are old, well I least I do. It's because that is what made our lives so good. If we change than we can become so unmoved by the world, I don't want a robot I want my old Kiff." Kiff said, "I don't think I can. For the first time I prayed to god. But I know I have to do my part. I think one day this will all end." Yill said, "That's so long. It's us against the world now." Veemon kept trying to keep up with Shadow until he stopped and said, "I don't think I'm changing my mind so you should stop." Veemon said, "We need time to settle down. I'll madness out there we need time." Shadow said, "Like I said I've given you that but I just don't think our groups will mix. This is a simple life and I've grabbed on to it for dear life. My family depends on me to look out for them." Veemon said, "Please don't make your mind up so fast. You have no idea what it's like out there." Shadow said, "Fine I'll think about it." Veemon said, "Thanks." Veemon went to check on Agumon who was still on Dracmon. Veemon said, "You need to stop this Dracmon is going to be ok." Agumon said, "I was there, I saw it happen." Veemon said, "We need more supplies. That rush made us loose quite a lot. Come with me and I'll go a few others." He went with Veemon who was joined by Guilmon, Bearmon and Klonoa. They went into town; there they saw a huge black building. There was a signed pinned to the door. Veemon said, "The sign says it's clear." Klonoa said, "Wait this could be another trap like the pole." Agumon said, "Yeah let's just avoid it all together this time." Veemon said, "If it is a trap then maybe we should clear it. I mean on the off chance that other survivors see this..." Agumon said, "You think there are more survivors." Veemon said, "We found Shadow and his family so yes I do. As long as we stick together nothing bad can happen." Bearmon said, "Than let's do it. It's time to nut up bitches." They went inside to see it was a dance floor. Everything inside seemed very wrecked. It looked clear at first sight, suddenly a load boom box starting playing Gangdam style. Klonoa said, "Well I hate being right so much." The infected worked in from the backdoors and from the sides. Veemon said, "Keep the formation tight. Keep in the center and only try to get headshots." The lights also started to shift multiple colors. The five of them were back to back firing on the oncoming hoard. Veemon pressed them together to move forward toward the box and destroy it. They took out the remaining infected to make sure none of them would follow them back. Agumon said, "I feel better." Veemon said, "Good. We did use a lot of ammo though. Someone really wanted us dead." Bearmon said, "Probably one of those military guys." Veemon said, "I think there all died. Plus whoever did this knew we'd be coming. Just like the artic. I think both were set up for us." Agumon asked, "Who would know we were out here." Klonoa said, "I think it's Monodramon. Last time he seemed to handle the situation pretty casually for someone who supposedly had nothing to do with that." Veemon said, "No, If Monodramon was even behind the infection I know him well enough to know that he'd be the one bragging about it. Same as the trap that's no his style, but I know one creature who does want some of us dead: Dorumon." As they came back the five of them quickly confronted Dorumon. Dorumon asked, "What's up." Veemon said, "You set up those traps didn't you." Dorumon said, "How could I. I was with you since the wall. I've been here the whole time and had now idea that we would end up in a farm. Plus I was the one who saved Dracmon's life. Look I know our past is messed up Veemon but that was because I wasn't informed on the whole truth. When we started you saw me like a brother. I see you the real you as a brother I always have." Veemon said, "I was thinking that you had someone else set those traps actually. And I saw you as a brother that was before you shot a fireball at my face." Dorumon said, "You can suddenly dislike me all you want. The fact is I'm looking out for the safety of everyone. That's why I went to save Dracmon. That is why I just came by from searching for Piyomon with Gabumon. I didn't go run off and do whatever it is you did." Agumon said, "I don't think it was him Vee-let it go." Veemon said, "Fine. The fact is someone is trying to get us. The farm is the safest place will be but I don't think Shadow will let us stay." Klonoa said, "Its hell out there, and were burning through our supplies. If we get sent out there we won't make it another day." Veemon said, "I know. I've been trying to convince him to let us stay. So far he said he'll think about it. At least we have some time to lay low." Agumon started to shiver, "Man it's getting colder out here." Veemon said, "That's why I grabbed this jacket. I'd suggest we find some more cloths as it gets colder." Dorumon said, "I'll tell you what, I'll talk to Shadow myself." Dorumon still had his let hurt. He moved inside to Shadow who was with his human family and Amy. Dorumon said, "Hey can I speak to you alone Shadow." Shadow said, "Sure." Everyone else left as Dorumon sat down. Dorumon said, "You know I'd think you owe us a lot more after you shot one of ours. " Shadow said, "I told Veemon that I'd let you stay until he's better." Dorumon said, "You must have no idea what it's like out there. When I went out with Silver and Big I had every intention of all of us coming back. But that didn't happen because the world out there is a lot more messed up than ever before." Shadow said, "I can understand your point." Dorumon said, "Until you stared death in the face than no you don't. Those infected are ruthless." Shadow said, "Now there is you should know. Those are people. Sick people but still people, this was a small town and I knew everyone here. I've come to grow quite found of this place. I have all the faith in the world that there will be a cure." Dorumon seeming crazed, "Cure? Are you serious? A cure for dead people that come back up and try to bit on your flesh, there is no cure for that. There never will be." Shadow said, "I see you have no faith. I know there are people out there still in their own mind. Someone will figure this out." Dorumon said, "You're seriously trying to assume that this will blow over. You're crazy. Even if there could be such a cure it would take years to develop. We don't have years out there. Were safe here." Dorumon left to check on Yill and Kiff. Dorumon put on a smile, "How's my niece." Yill said, "Hey uncle." Kiff asked, "Uncle?" Yill said, "Not literally. But he's been around before this world went to hell. He visited on days you were out. I didn't want you to think that he was a boyfriend or something." Dorumon asked, "How's that new leg." Yill said, "It's tough." Dorumon said, "Me and you're father and doing everything we can to stay here. But that is turning out a lot harder than usual." Kiff said, "That guy won't let us stay?" Dorumon said, "I don't know. What I do you is you can both count on me to be there if you need it." There were enough cloths in some of the empty houses for the other creatures to put on. The chilly air was one bad sign. Another night was spent with the creatures in the house still not successful in finding Piyomon. Veemon felt most unwillingly to sleep because it started to hit him. Ever since he got his body and these events occurred that the others were looking to him for answers. They were looking for a leader. Veemon was going to continue to persuade Shadow because he knew it was the best for the group. In the back of his mind he still didn't know if he could trust Dorumon. Things were still as unclear as to why they kept getting hit. Two creatures who got off lucky were Patamon and Mikemon who had their two children to look after. They had been in Egypt since the day of the outbreak and they hadn't got a sort of infected for eyesight. They remained in the pyramid living good lives. One who was not so fortunate was Impmon. He had found his body before some of the others but right before Goamon got his. Impmon was one the roof of a building that had infected all around it. They all were walkers fortunate enough. Impmon sat on that roof pretty amused by all this. He was searching for BlackVeemon and never found him. Impmon was alone but so desperately wanted company. He made fire appear above his hands and simply admired the view. A voice from behind him said, "You comfortable?" Impmon wasn't startled at all as he responded rather coming, "I saw you coming from a mile away. So how did you do it?" The voice said, "A girl has to have her secrets." Impmon said, "How typical. You plan on going to them." The voice said, "Naturally. Things get out of hand pretty quickly." Impmon said, "The world is ending and you're worried about it getting out of hand. I know you're not the only one there by the way." Another voice said, "You got a good sense to you." Impmon said, "Another female. God must have sent you here to be with me." The second voice said, "I have my eyes set already." Impmon said, "I suppose that means Renamon is alive since so many others came back too." The second female came out and it was Floramon. Floramon said, "She's out there most likely." Impmon said, "That fox was only after one and I raped her so it's not like I'll get a second chance. It's a good thing I found my special someone for the end of the world." The first voice asked, "What makes you think this is the end?" Impmon said, "Look at all that mess down there. That looks like the end to me. You plan on coming out of the shadows any time soon." The voice said, "Sticking to the shadows is how I survived last time. I think it's a good habit and fits me." Impmon said, "Too bad you're main man isn't with you anymore. Or should I say is with someone else." The voice asked, "Who do you think I am?" Imp said, "That voice tells me one answer." She stepped out of the shadows it appeared to be BG. I was really focused on the eyes and then said, "You're not fooling anyone. Maybe next time you'll consider contact lenses. But who are you really trying to fool anyway." She said, "You should know that there is always someone. I guess we haven't involved in three years and now were going extinct." Impmon asked, "Why do you suppose that. I figured it's because we've been ignored so much. We don't have anyone to hold on to forever so we let go. People keep dreaming this world away and with them apart of it again they are willing to commit suicide to wipe us out. This world wasn't meant for humans so they decide to shift and become more like us. But they had their own faults they couldn't handle being here. They rushed the process and failed. You know I used to think we had something and you know what I did you to as well. I don't see how you can keep moving and changing the way you do. I just want to settle down for the first time because I know this is the end. And even if the world does keep moving on I still just want one love." She said, "I do what I do because I'm strong enough to take it. The world needs its open choice, just as the world needs its villain. I became that villain. Just like how this world needs its hero back. The world needs to hate someone. At least then all the hate can go to one place and everyone can go on loving everyone else. I know that it's sad but the world still isn't ready for full peace, but were slowly getting there. And for the record we do need humans. We need them to change drastically but we still need them. Our lives were never simple even before we got here. From the day of birth there was drama there was drama since the dawn of time. It's up to us now to moderate and fix those holes." Impmon said, "That's all fine and good but I personally think you should do it as yourself." She smiled, "I agree. Catch on the flip side." Impmon said, "Goodbye doll face." The group in the farm had been there for a week on. Dracmon had recovered pretty nicely but still needed a few more days to be totally healed. Going out each time brought a new risk but the group managed to not loose anyone. They made sure that the area was secure. Gabumon was beyond a state of madness. It was so set on finding his love that he went out on his own on a search to find her. Even still the group was on edge as there supplies they had were running low again. A lot of the weapons they had were used up during that run to that building. The group had really unified in gathering supplies. They kept on showing their commitment to staying here. This place was starting to feel real home like for all of them. Still even with all this there was something daunting for some of the members of this family. Yill had got used to the replacement leg she wanted to go on a run for personal reasons. She had told only Croc the purpose of the run into town. She felt like she could only go to an outsider for this. Also Veemon was still bothered by Dorumon's communication with the group. Everyone felt the unease tension at times as both of them felt to be the leader of this group. Every day that became clearer. Who would take point during raids into town became and talk about who was more fit for each run. The group was pretty split. All the new comers sort of slid over to Dorumon's side. Those who knew Vince for a long time such as Agumon and Dracmon swayed to his side. Even still it wasn't that definitive and both of them weren't trying to blow it out of proportion. The main focus was still on survival and keeping their new home safe. It was their safe haven and they were doing whatever it took to make it a place with no infected. Shadow still had issues with them cutting down people. It was clear that that they more they went out the more he wanted them gone for good. The group came to a street and a voice said, "Good to see so many of you made it." They all turned to see Cat. Veemon fell to the floor and the others couldn't believe their eyes. She still had some black paint on her fur but that didn't concern her. Everyone was looking at a ghost of sorts. But she was real in the flesh standing before them at the end of the street. She stood firmly and with an amount of confidence. Veemon's tears came down at such a confusing sight. He saw her go down before the reset was cut off and yet she was standing there. She walked closer pressing her fur against his skin. He knew it was real now and he still couldn't believe it. Gatomon said, "You're getting pretty emotional. Maybe you need a little slap." He sat up without needing it and asked, "How is this even possible." Gatomon said, "You didn't think I would really run into darkness head on without a plan. I had magic on my side. I had him looking out for me and now I am here to look after you." Veemon said, "Do you think we could start over, or at the very least save this world." Gatomon said, "I had my eyes set on you. I wanted you to be here and you were. We can't go back. My friend is dead now. What we can do is take back this world together." Dorumon started to leave and Vince asked, "Where are you going?" Dorumon said, "I'm going back. It's still dangerous out here so I would implore we all go and settle things back in the farm." Gatomon said, "Well said." In Egypt a group of undead sand riders were coming up on the lucky Patamon and his wife. They looked out and saw this. Patamon asked, "What are those?" She said, "Trouble. Looks like our luck just ran out." Patamon said, "I got the kids. We should get moving." She asked, "Where should we go?" Patamon said, "I'm not sure yet but this place won't be safe in a few minutes." He took flight taking a hold of her and leaving Egypt for good. Croc made his way into a store and got the supplies for Yill and some general other stuff. He made his way back. He put the stuff in her hand and she put it under the pillow as Kiff made his way into the room. That day Yill was so on edge that she figured she would ease her way into what she got. She wrote a note at night when they were all asleep. She made her way outside and slept out. When the next day came about she made her way up to the barn. It was locked with several pads. She went up on the ladder. It was Amy who had discovered the note and ran toward the barn. It was already too late Yill was about to get ready but obscurely saw all the walkers grouped up below. She came out as Amy ran up. Yill asked, "What the hell do you have walkers in there?" Amy said, "Please you don't understand. We see them as people." Yill screamed, "Those aren't people. They kill." Amy said, "That's my dad, mom, sister and brother in there. That's some of Shadow's family in there. That is some of his human's family in there. Those are people." Yill sighed, "Not anymore. Maybe a while ago but no anymore, this isn't safe." At the same point Shadow was with Vince. Shadow said, "If you want to stay here then you're going to follow my rules." Vince said, "We are willing to do anything." Amy said, "Please you have to keep this to yourself. At least for now." Yill looked down, "I might be pregnant. I wouldn't want to hold in the truth for my love and for my group. But I wanted to make sure first. Once I know for sure it will be the first thing I do. We have to tell the others." Amy said, "If Shadow finds out he'll make you leave. From what I've seem you all seem set on staying. It's the only way to make sure you can stay." Veemon walked out into the forest with Shadow with a pole and a string with a rope around it. They came across two walkers. Vince asked, "What are we doing?" Shadow said, "They get stuck like that in the pits usually. I bring them up to that barn." Vince said, "Wait the barn has walkers in it." Shadow said, "Those are people. And if you're going to stay here you're going to treat them as such." Shadow hooked in one of them and pulled it up. Veemon was on the other and they brought them back. Dorumon was the first to notice them coming in. Everyone else was outside as well. Dorumon yelled across the field, "What is this!" Veemon didn't want to deal with whatever he was going to pull out. He noticed Dorumon pull out his gun as passing the others guns as well. Veemon stopped closed to the barn as Dorumon held up the gun at the walker. Shadow asked, "What are you doing?" Dorumon asked, "What the hell is this." Yill noticed it and ran up to them and looked at Amy briefly then said, "Sorry..." She looked up to the group, "The barn is full of walkers." Dorumon yelled, "What! We have been trying to secure this place for days and you're here holding up walkers in the barn. This is stupid. They want to kill us... look how they keep coming at us. That's because they want one thing..." Veemon said, "Don't do anything stupid. Shadow will let us stay if we just do this his way." Dorumon yelled out to the whole group, "Do you want to survive? Then you got to fight for it. Isn't that we what said. This isn't safe. We promised safety. They'll brake out at night or something than we will end up dead." Veemon said, "We can secure the barn even more. We can stay here." Dorumon looked at Shadow, "This is madness. It will never work. These aren't even humans anymore." He shot the walker in the chest. Veemon screamed, "Stop." The walker still moved he shot three more times in the chest and asked, "Why is he still coming. What is he still moving a normal person be dead? There's only one solution!" He shot the walker in the head and it fell right out of Shadow's grasp. Shadow fell to his knees. Dorumon was fixated on this solution and grabbed an axe the others were forced to pull up their guns as he cut through letting the others barn walkers out. Then it became a fire spree shooting out the full hoard that occupied the barn. Dorumon shot the walker Vince held and he just dropped it. The onslaught felt like it took a while before it seemed like it was all clear. It only lasted a while until they heard another groan. They all pulled up their guns the head that peaked out made them all freeze and it was as if timed slowed down as Piyomon came out and she was the walker. Gabumon wasn't present but the others still had a hard time dealing with another one of them turning. It was Veemon who stepped up and pulled his gun up and said, "I'm sorry." He shot her in the head. Agumon asked, "What should we tell Gabumon?" Klonoa said, "The truth." Veemon asked, "Where is he anyway?" Agumon said, "I haven't seen hi m since this morning." Veemon said, "you don't he ran off looking for her on his own." Klonoa said, "We better search." Gabumon was still deep in the forest. He was fixated and his mind was now on a lost cause. He worked his way down a cliff. He saw some of her feathers. He screamed out, "Piyomon where are you" He saw a pole with a broken rope. He looked around desperately but it was in vain. The only thing he attracted was more walkers roaming around the forest. He shot them down which is what the rest of the group had heard. Gabumon wasted more bullets then usual letting out his frustrations. The rest of the group got to him. Vince said, "She's gone. She must have gotten bit long before." Veemon looked over to the rope and looked at Shadow and asked, "Isn't that what we used?" Shadow said, "That must have been Big. He came back to get another one. I wasn't even sure what it was for." Veemon said, "Did he bring her to the barn?" Shadow said, "Most likely." Gabumon said, "But I asked him about her. How could he not know?" Shadow said, "He suffered from short-term memory. He must had caught her and brought her in and forgot." Dorumon said, "There both dead so there is nothing more that needs to be said." Shadow said, "I think you best leave then. Your friend is all healed up and we've been through enough with you all being here and taking out all our loved ones." Dorumon pulled out his gun, "I have a problem with that. We're not leaving." Veemon said, "Don't do this. We don't kill the living." Dorumon said, "If he sends us back out there then were toast. What he has to realize is that this place wasn't as safe as he expected. All it would take is one noise and all the walkers that we took out would be at his doorstep. We cleared this place." Shadow said, "You've made a real mess of things. We had everything under control." Dorumon said, "You had a barn full of walkers. You call that under control. What would have happened if it got full? Theirs more of them then you realize." Gatomon said, "They would have clawed away at all the wood eventually. It was the right call to clear it for the sake of safety. On the other hand no one else has to die." Dorumon put down his gun, "Fine." Dorumon made his way back up to the highway. He set up on top of an R.V. he sat down as Croc, Bearmon, and Klonoa joined him. Klonoa saw a scavenger and said, "Hey." The young man ran off. Klonoa screamed, "We got an alive runner." Dorumon jumped down and piled on the man and brought him back as the others came back to the farm. They went back as well. The man said, "This is kidnapping." The others saw Dorumon have him with the others. Veemon said, "What is this now?" Klonoa said, "A scavenger who ran off when I tried to get his attention." The man said, "The others will be upset when then figure out I'm gone." Dorumon tightened his grip, "Is that a threat." Veemon asked, "Others?" The man said, "A group much larger than this one. We got some real guns men on our side." Guilmon said, "Is that so?" Dorumon said, "What makes you think we'll let you run off after a threat like that." Veemon said, "You going pull your gun at him too." Dorumon said, "He made the threat first. If we let him go to his gang then we can have a war on our hands." Klonoa said, "This guys a real creep. We can't trust him." Agumon said, "We still can't go around killing people." Dorumon said, "He said his group would find us. We have to make sure that doesn't happen." Veemon said, "Let's just think this through. We are in over our heads with this right now. We don't even know where this group is or if it even exists." The man said, "I assure you it is. And they will come looking for me." Vince sighed, "I guess we have no choice but to hold him captive for now." Dorumon asked, "Are you serious?" Veemon said, "We don't know enough yet. We have time to figure it out. In the meantime I suggest we put him in the barn and re-secure it." They had the burned the bodies of the fallen dead and relocked the barn with the man cuffed up inside. It was weird how much shifted in one new survivor on hold up. D was off in a separate room that cat came into. Dorumon asked, "What do you want?" Gatomon said, "So I asked Vince to catch me up on all the loose ends I missed out on, seems like you guys came into several close calls." Dorumon said, "Yeah just enough to keep us on our toes." Gatomon said, "K told me you went out and saved Dracmon after getting shot." Dorumon said, "That's true." Gatomon said, "Didn't someone go with you." Dorumon said, "Yeah they died." Gatomon said, "You shot one of them didn't you." Dorumon face became real serious, "What makes you think I shot one of them." Gatomon said, "You don't carry the same gun anymore. You're story seems almost impossible with you and your injury. You would have never made it back here with him unless you brought yourself some time." Dorumon said, "You sure know how to put a story together." Gatomon said, "So I'm right." Dorumon said, "You tell anyone yet." Gatomon said, "No. I wanted to know if it was true first." Dorumon said, "I just did the math. At his size he would have never survived anyway. I did him a favor and ended it quicker. In the end I made the call to save one of our groups lives." Gatomon said, "So you want everything Vince has now?" Dorumon said, "Drawing more speculation." Gatomon said, "Seems to fit. Vince has thing for him then you want to save him. You create a deeper bound with Yill. You tell me the truth. Like I said seems to fit." Dorumon said, "The truth is that Vince isn't ready for this world. He isn't a survivor. He made all the bad choices so far. I kept us going. And way I see is that I can be the father Vince never was. I can get Yill everything she needs. That goes for you too." Gatomon said, "Too bad that was never my intention to be with Vince. His magic made the illusion of his wife's kids. The truth is my partner is in Egypt under the close eye of Mike. We were going let the magic go away after Mike met Vince. We never had communication with either of them but I have my sources. I know there alive." Dorumon asked, "What else do you know?" Gatomon said, "I know that the darkness was never really gone. As a matter of fact a lot went into you. This shitty world has sealed its fate. In real time it will be close to a four year anniversary and we've come down to a world of undead. Truth is I don't know how long we can keep this up but we both still fight so I guess we both still have hope for a better future." Dorumon asked, "And what if I took you now. What would you do?" Gatomon said, "I've been 'raped' before. Imp had has deal of problems and also had an attraction to me at one point. Sure enough he had his way. I think I'd rather pick him over you at this point." Dorumon said, "Am I not good enough." Gatomon said, "You don't fall into the top ten hottest creatures. You've gone insane with power and you're fixated on hurting a good friend of mine." Dorumon said, "Who's in the top ten?" Gatomon said, "Along me stands, Veemon, Guilmon, Renamon, Impmon, Goamon, Gabumon, Agumon, and Shoutmon in that order." Dorumon said, "How are Agumon and Shoutmon on that list?" Gatomon said, "Don't look at me it's based on popular demand or something. The more people ask the more they receive. Even at the end of the world and people and creatures alike still fixate over sex...how typical." She left Dorumon to his thoughts. He wasn't in a good state but at least there was a small amount of peace. There was on the other hand the young man in locked in the barn. Veemon sat with Andy and Dracmon who was all healed up. Dracmon asked, "How long have I been out." Agumon said, "A few days now." Dracmon said, "Veemon..." Veemon said, "It won't work out. Agumon's been pretty fixated on staying at you bedside. I think you should be talking to him about our future." Veemon left and Agumon blushed a bit, "I couldn't stop thinking about you after. I think it's because I have feelings for you." Dracmon starched his head, "I don't know if it will work out. I'm still not even over the fact that Vince can change just like that. If we try than I'm sure it won't last." Agumon said, "You're clearly new to this world still. But by the look of it the world is falling apart. All of us creatures get with many others and love is temporary." Dracmon said, "What about that couple that never broke off. They have begun together for most of this ordeal and they still are together to this day. I want something like that." Agumon said, "Those two are special. But you'll start to see that it's just as good as moving on. We get the luxury of having many great and different experiences. All we truly desire is the pleasure. That is why we should give it a try. I don't want to die without having a few more new experiences first." Dracmon said, "Don't you realize just how cold that is. We don't connect. So what makes us different from the infected? We are just mindless bodies wondering from sex experience to sex experience. We are so scared of a real relationship for what? Is it because we've become so fixated on damning those first relations that we never choose to go back to them? We abandon them and they abandon us. In the end I wake up these days and ask myself why makes me different from them. It's my heart and I thought it belonged to Vince but I was dead wrong. Now I'm supposed to try to fit into the loop too. That is just bullshit." Agumon said, "You still don't get why the creator made us this way. He's looked at human behavior and how it's not so much different than this. The divorce rate is so high it's not even funny. He took that image to a world that didn't need to care about commitment or divorce. Eventually the creatures move on and express those feelings for another. Those feelings of love never truly fade. I remember everything I've ever done and who I've done them with. In all I can see it's made me a better creature because I was exposed to so many new experiences. Before this end of the world bullshit, that is when I saw Vince at his happiest. He was so filled with life and happiness. That's because he's had a lot more experiences than most others. It's true that at first it drains you emotionally but once you start to feel the pleasure of another the only thing that fades is the sadness." Dracmon asked, "Is the creator happy?" Agumon said, "I wouldn't know. I haven't talked to him myself yet." Dracmon said, "Well based on what I've seen I'd say the answer is a clear cut no. He kept ripping you guys a part and together and now he has no control left." Agumon said, "That is why we need to take matters into our own hands. If we can't even shape our own future than why bother going on, and mind you that the creator of this world is like a god to most, he watches over us." Dracmon said, "Yeah but he's here. That is why I came. I was told this world was much better than ours in the state it was in. But I came in here to find that it was much worse than ever before. I am the newest creature and the world is ending. That is the biggest bullshit if there ever was any." Veemon was joined by Gatomon. Gatomon said, "You haven't made a move. I'm surprised." Veemon said, "I still respect that you're with Pat. Lately I haven't felt the need to be with a female." Gatomon said, "I came back to be with him. It's funny that I thought that I'd run into another situation before I met him again and I was right." Veemon asked, "Me?" Gatomon said, "Impmon." Veemon asked, "He's still alive." Gatomon said, "He's looking for your brother. Turns out he has a thing for your brother." Veemon said, "I was aware of that some time ago." Gatomon asked, "Are you trying to remain single?" Veemon said, "I don't know. I really liked the small breaks I have after a relation." Gatomon asked, "You remember Mikemon?" Veemon asked, "Who?" Gatomon said, "My other sister. The one you mistook me for when we were young. She used to look just like me. After the years she spent in the sand some of her fur grew off brown. She's the one you used to have a crush on back in the other world." Vince said, "That makes so much since. I never saw you two in the same place and I had met both of you so I must have gotten confused and thought you were her." Gatomon said, "That is a pretty calm response to a life changing statement of me having a third sister." Veemon said, "I fought with Pat for the longest time over you. And I wasn't even aware that the one I met was you're sister. I screwed everything up." Gatomon said, "We have our daughter now. We can't take that back. I think it was destiny really screwing around attempting to match us so perfectly. The main problem was that Mike didn't come with me at that time. She remained in that world until recently. And now the world is ending fate is trying to get us to be at our happiest before our dying moments." Veemon said, "Fate has terrible timing. I'd dig into that further but I think we should peak in our other guest in the barn." They both went over to the barn to the boy tried to shuffle out of the cuffs but was at no use. Veemon said, "You ready to talk." The man said, "Fuck you." Gatomon said, "That's no way to treat my friend." The man said, "I don't care. I'm going to get killed anyway. You're going to kill me so it doesn't matter what you say. Or what I say for the matter. So I'm not telling you shit." Veemon pulled out his gun which he had in his brown jacket, "Look I don't want to hurt it out of you. I'd rather actually let you go off else were and you can risk it out there. Point is if you tell me what I want I want to know and at least you'll have a chance." Dorumon went to see Yill. She went off to grab her personal stuff and just left the house. She had completely forgotten to check with all the previous engagements. After a few minutes she checked to see the results came out positive. She went back to his love. She said, "I'm pregnant." Kiff asked, "What?" She said, "You're going to be a father." Dorumon asked, "Are you sure?" Yill said, "I checked three times all came up positive." Kiff smiled warmly, "This is great." Yill looked down, "Is it?" Kiff asked, "What do you mean?" Yill said, "Can we really raise a newborn in this world? I was almost lost myself. Every time the baby cries it will attract walkers. And we won't have enough supplies to even take care of the baby properly." Dorumon said, "That is quite a risk. Perhaps you should consider abortion." Kiff said, "I've always wanted to have a kid of my own. This baby could be proof that we do have a future. We can't do that. We can't just give up our future. It's true it's going to be tough but we can get through this together." Yill said, "Maybe I should get advice from my dad." Dorumon said, "He wanted to throw walkers in a practically full barn. That was an idiotic choice. He's advice has made our numbers dwindle. I don't mean to be harsh but he can't go on leading this group anymore. I said he wasn't ready for this world. I said we had to fight. I know it's the tough choice but that is what I've been doing since I've got here. I kept our group alive. In the face of danger I stood up and made one hundred percent sure we were going to be safe. That reminds me...I'll get Veemon here." He left to the barn to visit Vee and Cat who were still on the man's case. Dorumon said, "Yill wishes to talk to both of you she said it was rather important." Veemon asked, "Who will watch over him." Dorumon said, "I will." Veemon said, "After the last stunt I'm not sure that is a good idea." Dorumon said, "We all lived. That is the bottom line is that we are alive. If someone doesn't get the info out we are all in danger. I know how to get info out." Gatomon said, "Let's go." Veemon just left with her to go to Yill. Dorumon pulled the young man up and pushed him out of the barn. The man said, "Aren't you going to threaten me." Dorumon growled as he pushed him into the forest, "No, I'm just going to kill you. Just got to get some distance than I can tell the group whatever I want. They will find it hard to swallow but they won't miss some trouble maker." The man yelled, "You're making a big mistake." Dorumon pushed him further and harder going way out of the way and threw him down against a tree. Dorumon said, "I haven't made a mistake so far. This is the right choice and that all there is too it." He pulled up his gun as the guy cried out but before the words could escape Dorumon picked him up and slammed him against the tree until he bleed out. He shot his leg and fell pushed himself back pushing out another shot into the air. Veemon asked, "Did you hear that?" Gatomon said, "Dorumon..." Veemon yelled as he ran out, "No, no, no." Agumon came out of the barn, "That dude is gone, and so is Dorumon." Veemon said, "He shot him." The others gathered as well. Veemon said, "We have to find out what happened." Croc said, "We can't spare much more bullets out there." Veemon said, "Try to only use knives." They ran into the forest to see Doru a lot closer still pushing himself back from his shot leg. He looked back and widely pained out, "The guy managed to get loose out here. He shot me in the leg and ran further into the forest." Veemon asked, "He's alive?" Klonoa asked, "Which way did he go?" Dorumon said, "I saw him run off that way. He pushed himself up against a tree and covered his wound with a wrap that Agu brought with him. He tied it off and said, "Come on let's go." Veemon said, "You're not going anywhere in that condition." Dorumon said, "You need ever able body and we need to split up to find him faster. He's going to run right back to his group and tell them where we are." Gatomon said, "I'll go to the highway to see if he'll break his way back up there." Everyone split up. Veemon stayed with Dorumon and Dorumon said, "Of course." Veemon crossed his arms, "What really happened?" Dorumon said, "You don't believe me." Veemon said, "It's getting a lot harder to after all that nonsense. He didn't even have a gun on him." Dorumon said, "He took mine, why do you suppose I don't have it." Veemon walked further as Dorumon pushed off and followed. Vee monsaid, "And what happened with you going to the school was absolute truth too huh?" Dorumon said, "You sure ask a lot of questions. If I didn't know any better I'd say you're secretly falling for me." Veemon said, "We both know that if that was true I'd be on you already. But I recall you having another gun." Dorumon pulled it out and took the safety off and held it up. Veemon eyes gazed firmly as he stopped, "So you were planning to kill me after all." Dorumon said, "There is no way you can deny that the other part of you is back in there. Otherwise you wouldn't have that interest in her. Ever call you made has caused somebody to die." Veemon said, "I tried everything I could to save everyone." Dorumon said, "I shot big. I did that to save you're former lover's life." Veemon asked, "What?" Dorumon said, "And if I didn't do what I did we would have all died from his group." Veemon yelled, "That could have been a bluff. And you shot him for that." Dorumon yelled back, "I don't gamble you fucking idiot. That's the other reason you got to go. As long as you breathe my little ness Yill won't be safe. Gatomon won't be safe. Nobody will be safe." Veemon said, "Yill isn't you're ness. Technically were not even related. I used to call you my brother but you became made. You killed two living people. And that is how you justify this. Kill someone else who is just trying to do his best. And for your info Gatomon and I are friends and only that. We both know that. But I guess you won't take my word for it because that would be a gamble." They heard someone else coming back Dorumon dropped the gun. It was Agumon he said, "The dude is dead." Veemon looked at Dorumon, "I wonder how that happened." Agumon said, "He was a walker so I shot him in the head." They both looked at Agumon. Veemon asked, "What?" Agumon said, "Yeah and it was so weird the guy wasn't even bit."

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Title: Los 5 guerreros de la luz (Capitulo 2 Atando cabos) by Keeva Wolf Tags: Lion, M/M, Medieval, Panther, Series, Spanish Language Todos fueron a descansar esa noche todos menos Xander, quien no podía dejar de preguntarse ¿Cómo seria el viaje? ¿Cómo serian los demás guerreros? Y ¿Quién seria ese lobo blanco por el que sentía tanta nostalgia? -Así que no puedes dormir ¿verdad? -No en realidad no (responde Xander sin necesidad de voltear por que sabia que ese era su tío) -¿Qué es lo que te agobia tanto? -Es que quisiera saber ¿Por que estoy recordando todo esto? ¿Con que propósito? -Simplemente para que aprendas de tus errores pasados y poder hacerlo mejor esta vez -Tal vez tengas razón pero tengo miedo de dejar de ser Xander y convertirme en Shane -Así que ya recordaste quien eras -Si la mayor parte y temo que cuando recuerde todo ya deje de ser el mismo -Si algo he aprendido de la vida es que todos cambiamos a cada momento, nuestras decisiones son las que rigen nuestros destinos y tu tienes la decisión final si ser Shane otra vez o ser Xander y aceptar a Shane para que te ayude. Recuerda que siempre serás mi sobrino Xander y también recuerda que siempre serás un guerrero de la luz En cuanto termino de hablar Rotuz se dio cuenta que Xander ya estaba dormido y solo se dispuso a dejarlo dormir e ir a descansar. Al día siguiente Xander despertó temprano y se disponía a preparar todo para el viaje, pero su tío ya había preparado todo. -No te preocupes por hacer ningún preparativo, solo esperaremos a que sea medio día y te sugiero que aproveches el tiempo para arreglar cualquier asunto pendiente -Esta bien, entonces me iré a despedir de mi familia Al dirigirse a la entrada de la casa vio que ahí se encontraban sus padres listos ya para decir adiós a el que por tantos años fue su hijo. Sus padres en realidad no se parecían mucho a el cosa que Xander jamás había notado, mas que nada los mas notorio era que ninguno de los dos tenia ojos de color verdes o azules, los ojos de su padre tenían un penetrante color púrpura como el de su tío y los de su madre eran de un color rojo casi fosforescente. -Adiós mi señor fue un honor haberlo hospedado en nuestro hogar ( su padre se dirigió a el como si en verdad fuera su superior) -Adiós hijo ( se dirigió su madre a el dándole un fuerte abrazo con un ligero sollozo y lagrimas en sus ojos, esas simples palabras expresaron completamente lo que su madre sentía) -Adiós a ambos y padre en verdad creo que es innecesario que te dirijas de esa manera tan formal a mi ( lo dijo una calida expresión en la cara de consuelo y cariño) -Se que para usted no es necesario pero desde ahora usted es mi superior y no podría perdonarme el no cumplir nuestras tradiciones eso simplemente no es honorable para mi -Esta bien te entiendo papá, pero recuerda que sigo siendo tu hijo y lo seguiré siendo -Señor pido permiso para poder abrazarlo Xander simplemente lo abrazo con lágrimas corriendo por sus ojos y discretamente le dijo a su padre al oído "permiso concebido", lo cual hizo que su padre derramara una cristalina lágrima que rodó por el negro pelaje de su rostro. -Los extrañare mucho y los tendré siempre en este humilde corazón de guerrero que soy -Ya es hora de irnos ( le avisa su tío) y no se preocupen que yo me encargare de que permanezca a salvo durante nuestro viaje y su entrenamiento -¿Entrenamiento?, no me dijiste nada sobre ningún tipo de entrenamiento -Por ahora tenemos que irnos en el camino te explicare todo lo que me preguntes -Y a ¿Donde iremos? -Pues se dice que en una población no muy lejos de aquí hay un joven que tiene una tremenda destreza para derrotar a quien se le interponga, creo que tal vez el será el portador del emblema de la fuerza por que dicen que tiene una extraña marca en su pecho -Entonces hay que encontrarlo Después dicho esto solo partieron sin desviar la mirada hacia atrás, por que un verdadero guerrero jamás mira hacia atrás luego de haber atado cabos. Los primeros dos días de viaje solo hablaron cuando era necesario y para nada mas. Al ver esto Rotuz el tercer día de viaje comienza a preocuparle el profundo silencio en el que se encuentra su sobrino y planea algo para el cuarto día. -¿Porque haz estado tan silencioso estos últimos días? -Es por que no logro comprender muchas cosas aun ( contesta con un gran suspiro) -Recuerda que para eso estoy aquí yo te puedo aclarar tus dudas -Entonces explícame ¿Cómo es que nunca tuve ninguna de estar visiones antes? -Es por que el espíritu de tu encarnación anterior no había sido despertado aun -Y ¿Por qué lo hizo ahora? -Eso es por que la reliquia que portas ahora tiene la esencia vital de tu última encarnación -¿Eso quiere decir que hay mas reliquias? -Si y cada uno de los otros guerreros portaba una, cada una tenia algún poder especial, ¿Conoces la historia de las antiguas cinco reliquias hechas por el mismo fénix? -En realidad no -Bueno el fénix era una sabia ave que descubrió los secretos de la inmortalidad y la manipulación del fuego eterno, esto era lo que lo hacia tan poderoso ya que el fuego eterno es la fuente de toda magia y fuerza. El predijo que algún día una secta de malignos hechiceros llegarían a dominar el mundo el día en el que fuera asesinado. Aunque nadie lo creyó por que era inmortal, pero lo que nadie sabia era que lo único que podía matarlo era una flecha de jade con punta de diamante directamente incrustada en su corazón. Antes de que esto pasara el hizo las cinco reliquias para los guerreros que tuvieran la nobleza suficiente para liberar todo su poder. Por ejemplo la reliquia que tu llevas es el corazón del fénix y esta fue hecha con un trozo de su corazón, es por eso que son tan especiales estas reliquias todas fueron hechas con partes de su persona. Después de que le contó la interesante historia del fénix Xander no tenia mas preguntas por ahora. Todo ese día tenia una expresión diferente un poco mas alegre, llego la noche y de nuevo tuvo una serie de visiones en sus sueños, y como siempre soñó con aquel apuesto lobo blanco solo que ahora lo pudo ver claramente como si en verdad estuviera ahí. Un apuesto lobo con los mismos ojos curiosos de Xander uno verde y otro azul, de pelo largo con músculos que se definían completamente por todo su cuerpo y cuando menos lo esperaba este le planto un beso en la boca. -Se que solo somos amigos pero no puedo evitar sentir lo que siento ahora por ti Shane (lo dice el lobo con lagrimas en sus ojos) por favor dime que tu también sientes lo mismo por mi -Claro que si primero fuiste mi amigo, luego mi salva vidas y ahora eres mi amado ( sin pensarlo le devuelve el beso, pero lo curioso era que no era Xander el que estaba hablando si no Shane aunque Xander no podía evitar el sentir algo por aquel lobo) Luego así nada mas despertó por la luz del sol que ya había salido. -Es hora de seguir adelante el pueblo esta a solo unas horas de camino -Esta bien, ¿Oye tío te puedo preguntar algo? -Claro -¿Por que no me parezco a mis padres? -Eso es por que eres reencarnación completa, un privilegio que los dioses les dieron ya que ningún ser en lo absoluto reencarna con el mismo cuerpo de su vida pasada -Y ¿Por qué? Tengo ojos de colores diferentes, en mis visiones me veo con un lobo que tiene el mismo rasgo que yo -Eso no debo responderlo yo, eso lo debe responder el guerrero con el emblema del espíritu -¿El guerrero del emblema del espíritu? -El lo sabe mejor que nadie y además no es de mi incumbencia el tratar ese tema contigo ya que están destinados a reanudar cualquier asunto pendiente de sus vidas pasadas -¿Cómo? No entiendo -Lo harás Después de esta extraña plática reanudaron su camino y no hablaron durante el resto del viaje. Al rato llegaron a su destino un pueblo muy hermoso, rodeado por un gran valle, pero no tuvieron mucho tiempo para observar los alrededores. Se dirigieron directamente a la cabaña del shaman de la aldea, entraron sin siquiera tocar y al entrar un viejo león blanco los recibe con una severa mirada; rápidamente Rotuz lo observa con la misma mirada solo que la de Rotuz era aun mas intimidante. -¿Como se atreven a entrar a la casa de un shaman así sin permiso y ningún tipo de respeto? -No necesitamos darte ningún tipo de explicaciones ya que nuestra misión es mas importante que mostrarle respeto a cualquier persona que lo demande -¿Qué misión podría ser tan importante para que me falten el respeto así en mi propia casa? -La misión de reunir a los cinco elegidos -¿Entones el es....? -Obviamente y necesitamos que nos digas donde se localiza el joven de el que tanto se ha oído escuchar tiene una gran fuerza -A el que buscan es mi nieto, los llevare inmediatamente debe estar en la arena de batalla. Yo ya había sospechado que el podría ser uno de los cinco por su extraña marca y extraordinaria fuerza -No hay que perder tiempo hay que ir Después de eso salieron a prisa hacia la arena de batalla de la aldea, donde todos los guerreros se desafían entre si para probar su fortaleza. Al llegar dentro del área de batalla se encontraban un joven león con una gran melena negra, 1.85m de alto, de unos 20 años al igual que Xander, unos ojos color miel y obviamente se veía musculoso. Pero con quien esta combatiendo es un enorme toro muy musculoso, corpulento y bastante feroz. -Oye tío a ese pobre león lo van a destrozar ( e inmediatamente voltea el león, al parecer el león escucho ese cometario) -No debes hacer suposiciones apresuradas ( contesta su tío con una mirada muy seria) En ese mismo momento comienza a arremeter el gran toro contra el león, pero el león se queda tranquilamente inmóvil, el toro sigue y sigue avanzando. Justo al ultimo momento el león lo toma por los cuernos y lo lanza por los aires fuera de la plataforma de batalla. La batalla termino rápido y el león se dirigió directamente hacia donde ellos estaban, y se coloco cara a cara frente a Xander. -Así que me van a destrozar ¿He? Si te crees mejor guerrero que yo ven y demuéstralo -Ya basta Máximo ( habla el viejo león) -¿Abuelo? ¿Qué haces aquí? -Venimos por ti, ahora ven con nosotros, tenemos algo muy importante que decirte Dicho esto Máximo no tuvo otra opción más que obedecerlo. -Esta bien, pero abuelo ya sabes que no me gusta que me digas así, te he dicho miles de veces que me digas solo Max y eso también va para ustedes dos. Bueno solo necesito avisar que me tengo que ir, ahora vuelvo -Así que este es el joven portador del emblema de la fuerza ( dice Rotuz con toda seguridad ya que vio su marca en el pecho, ya que no llevaba camisa) -Entonces ¿Estas seguro de que el es el elegido? -Si completamente Justo en ese momento ya iba de regreso hacia ellos con un montón de hembras gritando atrás de el ( sus fans). -Bueno ¿nos vamos? -Claro (contesta su abuelo) De inmediato emprenden el camino hacia su casa, pero en el camino Max no pudo resistirse el hacer conversación. -¿Cómo te llamas? (le pregunta a Xander) -¿Yo? Me llamo Xander y tu eres Máximo ¿No? -¡Max!, ¡Max!, ¡Max!, ¿Qué tan difícil es de pronunciar Max? -¡Ah! Lo olvide lo siento Max -Bueno así esta mejor, bien puedo ver por tu vestimenta algo extraña tengo que decir, que eres también un guerrero ¿O me equivoco? -No, si lo soy, yo fui nombrado el guerrero más valeroso de mi Clan -Bueno, debes estar preparado por que no te he perdonado aun el comentario que hiciste allá cuando estaba en combate -Oye con toda honestidad no lo hice para molestarte -Lo se pero aquí el que subestimes a un adversario es símbolo de un desafió -Bueno entonces tenemos una batalla pendiente -Muy bien Ya llegaron a una casa humilde pero muy reconfortante por su ambiente rustico pero hogareño. Y justo en la entrada estaba sentado un león con varias cicatrices en su cuerpo. -Hola Rex (dice el anciano león al que estaba sentado) -Hola abuelo, ¿Otra ves se encontraba Max presumiendo en la arena de batalla? -Como siempre no tiene remedio -¡Hola! Me encuentro aquí, no hablen de mi como si no estuviera -Bueno dime abuelo ¿Quienes son tus invitados? -Bueno el joven es Xander el portador del emblema del valor y el otro hombre es su tío el será quien reunirá a lo cinco elegidos -Bueno y ¿Que hacen ellos aquí? En nuestro humilde pueblo -Bueno eso hay que discutirlo en el comedor ( responde su abuelo) Ya después de haber tomado asiento, todos observaron que Rex todavía no entraba en la habitación y de pronto va entrando solo que caminaba con muletas. Xander como siempre es muy curioso y no pudo evitar preguntar. -Oye ¿por que usas muletas? -Bueno es que mi hermano fue atacado en la espalda pero mi abuelo dice que se va a recuperar ( dice Max con mucha calma, pero no noto la extraña expresión que su abuelo y su hermano pusieron al momento en que dijo que se recuperaría) -Bueno ya no hay que hablar de eso, ahora abuelo explícame todo ( Dice Rex) -Seré pronto y preciso, así que pongan atención Y para no aburrirlos les contó casi lo mismo que le contaron a Xander la primera vez y finalmente le dijeron a Max que el era uno de los guerreros. -Con que yo soy un guerrero elegido, el portador del emblema de la fuerza -Así es ( afirma Rotuz) -Genial seré un héroe Al escuchar esto Rotuz y Xander hicieron una expresión de ¡¿Qué?! , solo ellos ya que su abuelo y su hermano no parecían sorprendidos por su respuesta. -No se sorprendan, mi nieto siempre a sido así, jamás lo a intimidado nada. Ni las situaciones más estresantes lo afectan -Además que a el siempre le ha gustado la idea de hacer algo grande para que lo aclamen, en resumen es muy ególatra (dice su hermano de una forma sarcástica) -Es bueno que no tengas problemas, así todo será mas sencillo (dice Rotuz) -Bueno tío ya se ha arreglado esto, pero hay que encontrar la reliquia que le corresponde a Max -Es cierto necesitamos encontrar la armadura de fuego -No hay problema yo la tengo, bueno parte de ella (Contesta Rex) Inmediatamente se dirigió hacia su habitación y regreso con solo parte de una armadura, un guante de oro con el sol dibujado. -Póntelo Max aunque no creo que te sirva de mucho -Bueno es muy elegante, me lo probare Al momento en que se lo puso comenzó a brillar tanto como el sol la marca en su pecho, el símbolo de la fuerza el sol y el guante comenzó a desplegar una hermosa armadura dorada por todo el cuerpo de Max, al terminar el gran espectáculo Max Empieza a revisar su armadura nueva. -¿Verdad que se me ve bien Shane? -No haz cambiado en nada en todo este tiempo Ross (se dirige Xander con toda seguridad a el león con la dorada armadura). Así que dejaste de ser Max -La verdad no solo estoy explorando la mi nueva memoria -Bueno Max entonces recordaras que eras un mujeriego y ególatra al igual que ahora -Si y también recuerdo que me decías todo descaradamente en mi cara y que también sigues siendo un grosero -Bueno seré grosero pero eso es por que soy tu amigo y te tengo que decir las cosas tal y como son ( luego de eso Max se acerca y le dice algo al oído) -Tal vez seas mi mejor amigo, pero no es por eso que nunca te he hecho nada, tu bien sabes que soy bisexual y que siempre me haz gustado Al escuchar eso Xander se sonroja, pero nadie lo nota mas que Max y su tío ya que el lo conoce desde pequeño. Rápidamente actúa para que nadie mas se de cuenta. -Y ¿Como fue que conseguiste esa reliquia? -Bueno, la encontré en el bosque cuando Max se me perdió de pequeño y al momento de encontrarlo vi que cargaba esto consigo solo lo conserve por que parecía muy importante, después comencé a investigar sobre este artefacto y descubrí que era la armadura de fuego -Oye pero hay algo que me tiene en duda ¿Por qué se llama la armadura de fuego? (pregunta Max muy escéptico) -Bueno se llama así por que esta fue forjada con las llamas del fénix (contesta rápidamente Rotuz) y basta ya de preguntas, ahora necesitamos alistar todo para salir mañana a primera hora -¿Pero a donde iremos ahora? (preguntan Max y Xander) -Bueno ¿No había dicho que no mas preguntas?, ustedes no tienen remedio, iremos a la ciudad de Kronos me ha dicho tu abuelo que ahí se encuentra un gran espadachín capaz de hacerse uno con su espada y manejarla como si fuera parte de si mismo -Solo una cosa mas ¿Cómo me quito mi armadura? (lo dice mientras trata de quitársela) -Lo único que tienes que hacer es respirar hondo y tranquilizarte (e inmediatamente Max hace caso al consejo y repentinamente la armadura se vuelve a convertir en un guante) -Vaya puedo hacerla aparecer cada vez que yo quiera, ¿Soy el mejor o que? -Ah infantil (su abuelo) -Presumido (su hermano) -Egocéntrico (Xander) -Novato (Rotuz) -Envidiosos y groseros (responde Max) Luego de esto su abuelo se dirige de regreso a su casa y se despide de todos, pero en especial de Rex diciéndole al oído algo a lo que el asintió con la cabeza. Después Rex le dice a Max que quiere hablar con el y se dirigen al bosque. -¿Qué quieres decirme? -Bueno la verdad quiero que sepas que en verdad jamás podré volver a caminar tal y como lo hacia antes, las heridas dañaron mucho mi columna y... (pero Max lo interrumpe) -Ya era hora de que lo dijeras, yo ya me había cansado de fingir que no sabia nada -Espera ¿Lo sabias? -Claro, seré todo un caso perdido pero tampoco soy un completo idiota y además recuerda que siempre he tenido un oído muy sensible, y con toda seguridad te puedo decir que he escuchado todas y cada una de las conversaciones que han tenido mi abuelo y tu cerca de mi -Pudiste haberlo mencionado antes -No lo hice por que quería que tu me lo dijeras cuando estuvieras listo -La verdad no lo hice antes por que creí que tal vez dejaría de ser tu héroe, como siempre lo haz dicho (Max con una sonrisa en su rostro contesta) -¿Tu? ¿Mi héroe? Por favor ya sabes que yo soy el mejor y siempre seré mi héroe numero uno... Pero siempre habrá espacio para ti en el segundo lugar Con estas palabras su hermano comenzó a sentir unas gotas recorrer su rostro lleno de cicatrices de sus batallas pasadas. -Por favor hermano ya sabes que no me gusta ser sentimental -Si a mi no me molesta que soy un guerrero mas experimentado que tu ¿Por qué habría de molestarte a ti? Mientras en la cabaña se encontraba Xander listo para ir a dormir y se dirige a una habitación para descansar, al entrar solamente se recuesta y comienza a rendirse ante el sueño. Justo un rato después escucha un ruido en la habitación, esto hace que se levante estrepitosamente de la cama; pero cual fue su sorpresa al notar que quien había irrumpido en la habitación era nada menos que Max ahora con una expresión entre susto y lujuria en su mirada. -¿Qué haces aquí? (pregunta Xander muy exaltado) -No mas bien ¿Que haces tu aquí? -¿Qué? -Esta es mi habitación tonto -¿Tu habitación? -Claro mi casa mi habitación -Ah entonces lo siento en seguida salgo -Espera no te estoy diciendo que te vayas, solo digo que me tomaste por sorpresa y además mi cama es muy grade puedes dormir aquí conmigo -¿En serio? Gracias ya estoy cansado de dormir a la intemperie -De nada Inmediatamente se vuelve a recostar en la cama y de pronto se da cuenta de que no lleva ropa puesta, de pronto siente el sensual león recostarse a su lado y accidentalmente Xander al tratar de ponerse cómodo para dormir lo toca en la parte de la entrepierna; al instante se da cuenta de que el tampoco trae nada de ropa "Así que por eso me dejo dormir aquí con el, primero me vio desnudo y ahora quiere hacer algo mas, bueno hay que darle lo que quiere por una cama cómoda vale la pena" piensa Xander al ver la situación. Al instante voltea y le planta un largo beso en la boca subiéndose a su pecho, aunque Max no parecía sorprendido y acepta el beso, con esto Xander nota que el miembro de Max esta erecto y voltea para comenzar a masajearlo con la lengua así empieza a sentir el sabor de el pre lo que hace que el se excite y su miembro también se pone erecto. Max estaba emitiendo unos gemidos tan fuertes que preocuparon a Xander y este en voz Baja dice "oye no hagas tanto ruido que tal si nos escucha tu hermano y entra en la habitación" pero Max con una voz despreocupada y una sonrisa en su cara le dice "No te preocupes mi hermano siempre duerme como tronco, nada lo despierta y además desde que te vi en mi cama se me ocurrió cerrar la puerta" "así que ya tenias todo planeado" dice Xander y al instante se voltea y se sienta en sobre su pecho, pero Max no comprendía por que se había detenido "entonces en ese caso creo que podemos hacer algo mas, que creo vas a disfrutar" y comienza a tomar el miembro de aquel joven león y levantando su cola, se dispone a introducírselo en el ano, centímetro a centímetro el león dio unos leves gemidos de placer aunque la joven pantera se quedo muy quieta al haber introducido todo su miembro dentro de si "¿Por qué te detienes?" pregunta Max "solo déjame acostumbrarme a el tamaño" diciendo esto con unos gemidos muy leves entre dolor y placer. Ya habiendo sentido que el dolor se fue prosiguió con unos movimientos muy lentos y placenteros, pero para el joven león no eran suficiente así que en un movimiento muy brusco se voltea y pone a la pantera de rodillas frente a el "demasiado lento a mi mas bien me gustan las cosas rápidas y veras que a ti también" y comienza a meter y a sacar su verga en el ano de la pantera y al mismo tiempo con su mano libre lo masturba rápidamente, estaban sintiendo tanto placer en ese momento que en lugar de gemir comenzaron a dar agudos rugidos, al momento en el que el león sintió que estaba por venirse siguió arremetiendo contra la pantera pero ahora mas lento y profundo que antes, luego eyaculo dentro del ano de la pantera y el otro al sentir el calido liquido dentro de el también termino al mismo tiempo que el león dando ambos al mismo tiempo un gran rugido de placer. -¿Verdad que te gusto a mi manera? ( dice Max jadeando de cansancio) -Odio admitirlo pero si ( dice Xander también jadeando de cansancio) Después del el ultimo intercambio de palabras el león se acurrucó de tras de su compañero de juegos y ambos durmieron tranquilamente. Nota: Vaya que batalle mucho par terminar este capitulo y si creen que todavía no tienen nada de extraordinario estos guerreros es por que todavía no llego a la parte en la que comienzan a liberar su potencial. Además quiero dar gracias a mi amigo que me esta permitiendo basarme en un libro que el mismo esta escribiendo, bastante interesante debo decir y obviamente no es exactamente como la versión furry que yo estoy escribiendo, por favor dejen sus comentarios, BYE hasta el próximo capitulo.

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Title: Fox and Guests Pt. 01A Tags: The Screen came to life and standing before the camera was a stunning Martha MacCallum. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Fox and Guests here on the new Fox pay network. Being a pay network we'll be able to show the steamier side of our business. Just to give you a brief line-up of what you'll be seeing on a daily basis here on Fox and Guests. We'll be here daily from 8 AM till noon. From noon till 4 PM you'll be treated to back to back NEW episodes of FFFF (Fox Female Fantasy Forum). After our group disbanded last year, we all decided to resurrect and have a number of new fantasies. We are all sure you'll love this show. From 4 PM till 8 PM we'll be repeating the morning Fox & Guest show. From 8 PM till 10 PM we'll be showing our version of some very old and some even newer television shows with a complete new twist to them. The first day we have planned a resque version of Leave it to Beaver and Anger Management. To finish the day's programming will be From 10 PM till 2 Am the show is titled Fox and Guests Extreme, if you thought our show is hot, just wait till you see what goes on at the Extreme show. Well to get the show started I would like to tell you a little about our show. We'll consist of four of us from Fox and the guests will consist of four from other networks consisting of TWC, CNN, Headline News, MSNBC, ABC, NBC, CBS, Golf Channel, ESPN and even some from network commercials and even occasionally Hollywood. Today along with me is Anna Kooiman; our male counterparts are Brian Kilmeade and Bill Hemmer. From MSNBC we have Alex Witt and Dick Gregory from NBC. From Headline News we have Reynolds Wolfe and from the Weather Channel we have Kelly Cass. So without further ado I present out group, come on everyone, come on out to our oversized curvy couch!" Brian Kilmeade came out dressed in black dress pants and an open-collared light blue dress shirt. Anna followed in a powder blue sleeveless shift a wide black belt around her waist, it accented her ample hips, full tight ass and C sized tits. The dress ended six inches above the knee and when she took a seat beside Brian, it slid up exposed nearly all of her full tanned thighs. Bill Hemmer followed with Alex Witt; he was dressed similar to Brian as was Reynolds and Dick who followed Alex, along with Kelly Cass. Alex was dressed in a white linen coat dress with huge gold buttons from bodice to hem. It ended about three inches above her large thick thighs and the bottom three buttons were unbuttoned. Just like Anna, a thick black patent leather belt cinched at the waist accented her womanly hips and large tits. When she took a seat beside Dick, the coat parted and showed an ample amount of thick thighs above her matching white stockings held up by white garters. When she shifted her black lacy panties popped into view giving all who looked a glimpse of what she had to offer. Kelly took a seat beside Reynolds and half of her legs were hidden by a pair of brown knee high, high-heeled boots, the rest of her legs were encased in black stockings. When she crossed her legs, a glimpse of bare skin was visible beneath the hunter green wrap-around dress as it parted and drifted from her legs. Martha smiled from ear to ear as her light blonde hair, styled sexily in a just fucked look; it tumbled down her shoulders and rested on her ample tits. She was wearing a bright red dress; it had a high neck with a wide golden zipper from neckline to hem. It had a large gold hoop dandling from the talon tempting all of the men to grab it and yank it down. The hem ended modestly at her trim dimpled knees and her perfectly turned calves promised even shapelier thighs hidden beneath the dress. Her bright red lip-gloss matched her dress. Now all seated them began to converse and nervously looked from one sexy anchor to another. The women scooted closer to the attractive men beside them and made them uncomfortable when their hands gently rested on the men's thighs. Brian got the ball rolling when he turned to Anna and smiled at her slyly; "Anna did you notice the two huge beds over there across the studio?" Anna broke out her patented North Carolina grin which lit up the entire set; "Oh yeah Brian, I don't think any of us could miss those beds. I know we have to test them out and give our blind assessment of how well they hold out under the rigors of four of us frolicking around on them, am I correct?" Bill chuckled; "Rigors of frolicking is a polite way of saying it I'd say! From what I heard this is going to be a three day test. One day one group will test out the Temper-pedic mattress, another day the group will test out a Select-Number mattress and the third group will test out a traditional Sealy mattress. I wonder which one we'll be "frolicking" on Martha, any idea?" Martha's face turned as red as her dress and grinned from ear to ear. "Mmmmmm, well Bill I think there is one sure way to find out." She stood up on her black high-heels and taking him by the hand, pulled him to his feet; "Why don't we head over to the bed with the black satin sheet and test it out? Anyone else interested in joining Bill and me, slipping between those slippery satin sheets?" Reynolds stood and took Kelly by the hand; "How about the two of us jumping networks and join Bill and Martha?" Kelly tossed her long dirty blonde hair over her shoulder and nodded and joined Reynolds on the black satin sheets. Brian got Anna to her feet and led her to the bed with the red satin sheets and was followed by Dick Gregory and Alex Witt. Things progressed at a leisurely pace Martha took a seat on one side of the bed with Bill standing before her. On the other side of the same bed Reynolds was seated with Kelly standing in-between his wide spread legs. The other bed had the same situation with Anna and Dick seated and Brian and Alex standing in front of their partners. Martha reached out and tugged at Bill's belt, opening it, she drew down his zipper allowing his pants to puddle about his ankles. Kicking them aside he slid between her thighs and reaching out gripped the large gold ring and smiling down at her, drew the large zipper downward. He continued to pull at it until he reached the hem of her dress. Making one last tug, it gave way and the rather tight dress parted exposing her tan, trimmed body. Bill drew the dress from her shoulders and gazed at Martha's lithe body covered in a matching pair of thin, sexy black lace bra and trim boy panties cut high on her hips. Her full lipped pussy showed through the tight material showing her camel-toe nicely. Leaning forward he swept her sexy blonde tresses from her neck and shoulders and placed a hot wet kiss on the flesh below her ear. Nipping lightly making her squirm and lean into the kiss. On the other side of the bed Reynolds, still seated, reached out and drawing Kelly's lush body to the edge of the mattress, cupped her large bubble butt, buried his face in her belly. Inhaling her fresh scent his hands came around and finding the tie near her waist, tugged on it, pulled the bow until it gave way. The silky dress parted and as her full womanly body appeared, Kelly shrugged her shoulders and the dress floated to the floor behind her. Reynolds began planting hot wet kisses along her lower chest and belly. Gripping her panties in his teeth, he pulled at them until the bridge of his nose was nestled at the top of her steamy cunt. Kelly let out a gasp and ran her fingers through his hair as she urged him on. When he gripped her panties in his hands and pulled them off her ample ass and down her thick thighs, they caught on her boots and Kelly reached down and nearly tore them from her legs. Before she could straighten up, Reynolds tongue replaced his nose and he found her clit. Flicking at it, he unhooded the stiff button and drawing it between his lips began sucking in the stiff nub. Kelly's hips jerked forward forcing more of her pussy into his oral cavity. Unable to bear any more of his expert sucking, she let out a loud groan and shivered from head to toe and began to have an intense orgasm. She couldn't stand any longer, she slumped to her knees at the edge of the bed and her head rested on his strong thighs. On the other bed Anna had Brian's pants and shorts down about his feet and had her long slim fingers around his cock. It quickly grew to its full length, about six or seven inches long, and rather thick. As she pumped it up and down a large drop of pre-cum came oozing out and Anna felt her pussy getting hotter and very wet. Leaning down she ran her tongue around the thick head. Closing her fat lips around the head she sucked hard and her cheeks were drawn in and Brian reached down and swept her long silky hair from her face. Brian closed his eyes and took in the exquisite feeling of her lips and tongue attacking his cock. Letting go of her hair, Brian slid his hands into her back. Finding the zipper on her dress, he drew it downward until it stopped at the base of the track. He drew the dress from her shoulders and it settled around her waist. Her mouth sank deeper onto his shaft and she lifted her ass, with his cock buried in her mouth, Anna tugged the tight dress off her full thighs and kicked it aside. Anna was still bent over slurping and sucking on Brian's cock. He popped open her bra clasps and pulled the garment off, tossing it to the bed. Her large full tits swayed back and forth and mustering up all his strength, pulled Anna off his cock and pushed her back onto the bed. Anna swung her body around and lay back on the plush pillow. Her million dollar smile lit up the room and her long silky light blonde hair was draped over her shoulders and covered the upper slopes of her firm tits. Brian was amazed, with Anna on her back; her tits stood high on her chest and didn't spread out on her chest. Climbing up between her full firm thighs he reached out and grabbing her panties, he slid them down and off her shapely legs. Leaning back on his haunches he took in the peaches and cream body before him. Her pussy was gleaming in the light of the studio. The lips were swollen and her clit was popping out from the hood trying to hide it. A large patch of pubic hair above her pussy directed him to her treasure in desperate need of attention. Her full thighs parted and she crooked her finger at him beckoning him to her treasure. On the other side of the bed Alex Witt stood between Dick Gregory's wide-spread legs. She leaned down and planted a hot wet kiss on his lips. While she was doing this, her hands were busy removing his shirt and opening his trousers. Her eyes bugged out when she fished his cock out of his pants and was greatly disappointed when she found him completely stiff already, her problem was he couldn't have been more than three or four inches long and rather slim. Her only hope was that he had a great tongue and mouth. Dick looked up at Alex and recognized the look of disappointment on her face and tried to console her; "I know you must be disappointed by the lack of length and girth as far as my penis goes, especially after seeing the other ladies have a whole lot more to enjoy. Hopefully my fingers, tongue and mouth can still satisfy you adequately, if not maybe after the first go-round, one or more of the gentlemen can take care of your needs!" Alex gave Dick a weak smile and just nodded. Her smile grew larger when his hands slid up her coat dress and began to slowly unbutton the large gold button holding the dress closed. Working from the bottom and moving upward they popped open. One after the other they slipped through the button holes and when he reached the last one, the one even with her large straining tits, he slid it open and the coat sprung open. Dick's breath caught in his throat as he gazed at the incredible outfit she was wearing beneath the coat. Slipping it off her shoulders, it crumpled at her feet and Dick's eyes adorned her lush figure. She was wearing a satin and lace white bustier, it barely contained her large tits and her huge areoles and nipples showed through the thin lace briefly covering them. It was tight along her waist and belly, below white garters attached to it; it held her sheer white stocking. A white satin thong, now wet, clung to her pussy and her fat pussy lips were visible through the taut material. Alex ran her fingers though Dick's thick grey hair and she didn't have to do much to guide his head to her treasure. She let out a gasp when she felt his tongue flick out and push the wet satin panel deeper into her pussy. Her head was thrown back and her eyes were closed tight as she felt his tongue become even more active. His one hand pulled roughly at the thong and it lay in ruins about her ankles, his other hand was planted firmly on her ass, squeezing the large globes and pulling her tighter against his active mouth. On the other bed Bill continued to rain wet kisses all along Martha's graceful neck. Moving lower he nuzzled the twin mounds of firm flesh, reaching behind her he popped open her bra and as it fell to her lap, he blew hot and cold streams of air on her perky nips. Martha let out a tiny groan and tried to feed him her tits. He moved back slightly and smiled up into her gorgeous, large blue eyes; "Mmmm my god Martha, your breasts are amazing, would you like me to kiss them and suck on them?" Letting out another groan she let out a gasp; "Oh fuck Bill, stop teasing me and suck on my god damn tits!" He let out a chuckle and before she could speak again he cut her short by closing his lips over one stiff nipple and began to suck, his hands were active too. They skimmed over her exquisite body and caressed her gorgeous trim thighs, her slim waist and along her contoured back. His fingers raked through her tousled hair, producing yet another moan from her lips. His mouth moved to her other tit and licking it, he had it covered it in saliva. Abandoning her tits he moved down across her lower chest, her flat belly and ended up nestled between her outstretched legs. Martha leaned back on her elbows and her head fell back. Her luxurious locks danced across the black satin sheets and she arched her hips inviting Bill to remove her, by now, soaked panties. She bit seductively at her pouting lower lip and let out a long sigh when she felt her panties dangling off one foot. Kicking it aside she planted both feet flat on the edge of the bed and held her breath when she felt Bill's hands on both knees. Bill slowly parted her thighs and leaning down between them looked up briefly, again took in her beauty. Seeing the light brown thatch of hair directly above her glistening pussy, he watched as her belly rose and fell from her labored breathing and her rosy red nipples shining in the light of the studio, covered in his saliva and stiff as marbles. He caught her gaze and her eyes were smoking with lust and want as she licked her full lower lip and whispered hoarsely; "Come on Bill, do it, do it now, lick my pussy! Oh fuck you've gotten me so fucking hot it feels like I'll explode as soon as you touch me. Watch out, I don't want your tongue to sizzle when you touch my red hot cunt!" Just like her tits, he leaned in and alternated blowing a cool breeze on her pussy and then breathed a hot stream of air on her pussy. Martha let out a long grunt and leaning forward, gripped his head and shoved it into her steamy crotch. She let out an ear-piercing scream when he shoved his tongue as deep into her waiting pussy as he could, her entire body convulsed and shook as she immediately started cumming. Martha fell back onto the mattress, she rolled her head from side to side and stopped and smiled dreamily into the dark steamy eyes of Reynolds. Reynolds had fallen back onto the mattress not too long ago as Kelly was on her knee between his thighs, her mouth stuffed full of his cock. Kelly was an expert cocksucker and his entire belly and upper thighs were covered in her dirty blonde hair. Reynolds couldn't see her face, all he could feel was the fantastic sensation of the cum being drawn out of his nuts as Kelly sucked harder on his cock. She was making obscene sounds as she sucked licked and popped her lips on and off his cock. Reynolds twisted his head slightly and raising his hands drew Martha's mouth to his own and as their lips met, their partners down below licked and sucked harder on their pussy and cock. Martha drove her tongue deep into Reynolds' mouth and her eyes shot open wide when Bill found her clit. Sucking on it and stabbing at it with his tongue, Martha stiffened, groaning into Reynolds' mouth started cumming a second time. Reynolds could not hold off the onrushing orgasm and the dam broke and he filled Kelly's incredible mouth with his huge creamy load. Bill and Kelly continued to plant tiny kisses on Martha's pussy and Reynolds' cock. They slowly extracted their cum covered faces from their partners legs and Martha and Reynolds lazily spun on the bed allowing Bill and Kelly to stretch out alongside their sedated and glistening bodies. On the other bed Brian rose up from between Anna's soaking wet thighs. The white satin sheets beneath her had a large wet spot from her pussy juices. Anna's silky blonde hair stuck to her cheeks and forehead and she licked her parched lips. They still glistened from the pink lip-gloss and pulling his head up to her receptive body, her lips came in contact with his just as his thick stiff cock penetrated her pussy lips. Her tongue drove into his mouth as he sank into her swamp-like pussy. Her gorgeous well-muscled thighs came up and claimed his torso. She locked her ankles together and began to meet Brian's thrust with just as urgent ones of her own. Brian fought with her tongue and as hers retreated into her mouth, Brian followed and was now filling two of her cavities. The Select Number bed on their side was turned up to ninety and there was very little give and each of Brian's thrust was going deeper than usual. Anna tore her mouth from his and her teeth sank into his shoulder as she raced faster and harder to another crashing orgasm. Brian was at his end as he felt Anna tighten around his cock. He picked up the pace and as Anna came, her legs fell to the bed, with her feet planted flat on the mattress she drove hard against him and stiffen when she felt his cock expand, swell up and explode in her juicy cunt. Anna raked her fingers down Brian's back and twitched uncontrollably as she came again, feeling Brian fill her up. She planted a hot wet kiss on his mouth and lazily danced from her mouth and back again. Next to them Dick was on his back and Alex was above him. He had her bustier pulled down to just below her huge tits and he palmed her tits as she drove her pussy up and down on his tiny cock. It barely penetrated her because it's small size and her large meaty thighs. The only redeeming quality was that with each thrust up and down, he slipped from her pussy and scraped just right across her stiff cock-like clit. Dick let out a loud grunt and it was over before it even began, at least to Alex it did. He smiled up at her and let out a loud burst of air; "That was fantastic Alex, sorry I couldn't make you cum. Give me a couple of minutes and I'll make you smile even more than you made me!" On the other bed Martha and Kelly were astride Bill and Reynolds. They made it a competition seeing who could make their partner cum first and both Bill and Reynolds were up for the challenge. Martha was sliding up and down on Bill's cock and at the same time she was grinding her hips in a circular motion making greater contact on his body with her clit and she was racing towards yet another orgasm. Her head whipped around sending her wild light blonde hair all about her shoulders and upper chest. Bill was just sitting back with a huge smile on his face as he took in the gorgeous body. Unable to lie still beneath her any longer, he first started by cupping her firm, full tits and thumbing her stiff nipples. He then began meeting her downward movement with his upward thrusts and the entire studio was filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and their groans blended together. Bill wrapped his arms around her and drew her down to his sweat covered body. With her bent over, it gave him free access to pump into her pussy without restrictions. Martha lost it and grinding her pussy down to his stiff cock screamed out; "Oh fuck Bill, I'm cumming, please, please cum with me! Oh fuck we should have done this a long, long time ago and I swear IT WILL NOT be the last time!" Bill knew he was going to lose it too. His mouth covered hers cutting her off from talking. His tongue filled her mouth and they sucked greedily at one another. He groaned into her mouth and began shooting his hot cum deep in her pussy. Martha let go too, coating Bill's cock with her cum and she shook and sucked harder on Bill's tongue when she felt his cum shot into her tight cunt. She hugged him as hard as she could and couldn't move as every nerve in her body tensed up and she squashed her firm tits against his sweat covered chest. Martha rested her head on his shoulders, both were breathing hard as they basked in the afterglow of their intense lovemaking. Next to them Kelly was trying hard to keep up with Martha as she rode Reynolds, not as frantically, but with slow deliberate movements of sliding up and down on his cock. She shifted her angles allowing his cock to slide against different walls of her cunt with each downward thrust. Reynolds slid his hands up and fisted his hands in her dirty blonde hair and pulling down, she locked her lips onto his and he drove his tongue into her oral cavity. His hands slid down her lush body and cupped her ample ass; he guided her up and down on his cock. He tickled her starred hole and when she groaned, he shoved a finger up her puckered hole up to the second knuckle. Kelly arched her back and letting out a loud groan bathed his cock with her juices. She slowed her movement as an intense orgasm washed over her body. She let out a shriek when Reynolds suddenly rolled her over onto her back, his cock still buried deep in her cunt. He gripped her meaty thighs and placed them over his shoulders. His hands were gripping her hips and he picked up the pace, his feet dug into the mattress as his entire body left the bed. His feet were the only part of his body touching the bed. Stretched out he began pounding into her like a locomotive. He did push-ups in and out of her and she wrapped her arms around his upper body and bit down on his shoulder as she felt him let loose his cum. Falling down upon her lush body they clutched at one another, they breathe gasping out in bursts as they stroked each other as they came down from their intense fucking. After about five minutes Reynolds rolled off of Kelly and stood over the other bed. Anna crawled out as Reynolds took her spot; "I think the three of you need to take care of Alex there! I know the way she looks; she needs a good hard fucking." Brian half sat up; "Where are you going Anna?" She giggled; "Well Brian after hearing the way Martha was screaming, I thought I'd take a run at Bill and maybe a little girl on girl with Martha or Kelly!" Martha rolled off of Bill; his cock was already getting hard again. It was gleaming in the lights of the studio, still covered in the cum juices from Martha's pussy and his huge orgasm. She landed on Kelly and the two of them immediately began kissing one another. Within minutes they were twisted about, locked in a sixty-nine beside Bill and Anna. Anna was kneeling over Bill; her head was bobbing feverously taking more and more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat. Bill was fisting her silky blonde locks and thrusting his hips upward fucking her mouth. Anna let out a loud groan when Martha slid around and on her back she began licking at Anna's cum filled cunt. Martha sucked harder on Anna cunt and lapped at her clit. Her hands slid upward and palmed Anna's tits and had to share them with Bill who let go of her hair and played with her firm tits. Kelly had her head buried in-between Martha's thighs; she was sucking loudly at Martha's dripping pussy. She sucked and swallowed all of the cum Bill had deposited there recently. She continued sucking drawing out the juices Martha was producing and finding her clit began to flick away at it, drawing it between her lips. She added two fingers and they were quickly coated in Martha's juices. Anna pushed Bill back onto his back and climbed upon his saliva covered cock. In one quick movement, she buried Bill's cock deep into her cunt. She immediately began riding his cock like a wild woman, her hair whipped around her head as she raced towards an explosive orgasm. Martha slid back over to Kelly and they scissored their thighs together, rubbing their clits together, clutching at each other and they locked lips as they groaned into each other's mouths and started cumming. Bill needed to consume Anna and rolling her over, he quickly flipped her over and pulling her up onto her knees, he gripped his cock and drove into her pussy with one swift thrust. Anna reared up and pushed back meeting his thrust with one of her own. The two of them slammed back and forth as the two of them raced towards a crashing orgasm. Bill looked down at her gorgeous ass and slapped it hard and she groaned and pushed back even harder. She started cumming when Bill slipped a finger up her ass and felt her tighten around his finger. Shoving it in deeper he felt Anna cumming around his cock and losing it he shot his hot, heavy load deep in her pussy. On the other bed the three men were ravishing Alex's womanly body. Reynolds was on his back, he was guiding Alex up and down on his cock. Behind her Brian was slowly sliding his cock in and out of her tight bubble butt. Dick was standing beside her, he fed her his cock and she let out a little giggle; "I always liked eating Vienna Sausages, I never thought I'd love sucking on one too!" Reynolds had loosened the strings on the bodice of her bustier and her huge tits were bared and he sucked on one while Dick plucked away at the stiff nipple on the other mound. Brian picked up the pace shoving his cock deeper and harder into her ass. He slapped away at the large cheeks and she groaned and pushed back with each slap. Alex had already lost count on how many orgasms she had and her entire body was dripping with sweat as she was being ravished by the three men. Brian was the first to cum, keeping his cock buried deep in Alex's tight ass, he filled her bowels with his hot cum. Slipping out slowly, his cum oozed out of her ass and when Dick saw this he began shooting the cum from his tiny nuts down her throat. She swallowed all he had and as he fell away this left Reynolds alone with Alex. Rolling her over he began fucking her as hard and as fast as he could. Her large meaty thighs surrounded his waist and her ankles locks together. They fucked like two machines meeting each other's need to cum one last time. When Reynolds bit down on one blood red nipple she lost it, her legs flailed about and started cumming, bathing his cock with her hot creamy juices. He was about to cum too, but wanted to see her covered in his cum. Quickly pulling out; he straddled her chest and shot his thick heavy load all over her face and into her hair. Totally spent he fell against her pillow-like tits and lay there trying to regain his composure. The camera moved back to the other bed where the three women and Bill watched intently at the other bed and Martha laughed; "Well ladies and gentlemen, I sure hope you enjoyed watching the inaugural show of Fox & Guests as much as we enjoyed putting it on for you. As for Alex, it looks like she was the one left out at first, but ended up with the best results. I think you'll all agree that these mattresses were superb and I'm sure tomorrow our Fox & Guests will put the next mattress to the test, hopefully as well as we did. We hope you tune in tomorrow as Fox's Julie Bandaras, Mary Catherine Ham, Kelly Wright and Eric Shaun are joined by HLB's Kyra Phillips and A.J. Hammer and MSNBC's Chris Jansing and Brian Williams. Stay tuned for the first show of our own FFFF starring Robin Meade from what I've heard it one wild, wild fantasy. So until later this is Martha MacCallum saying come on back tomorrow for our second show of Fox & Guests!" \* *Editor's note: This is a new series; each day consists of six stories and will be submitted in a group of six one day apart. There may be a lengthy delay between each day seeing they will only be released when all six stories are completed. As always, please vote and your comments are appreciated!*

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Title: Being Downsized Tags: exhibitionism, dom/sub, oral, coitus, romance *In this story you will find a little exhibitionism, Dom/sub, oral, coitus, and the beginnings of a love relationship. You will not find anal, BDSM, threesomes, or bashing of relationships from the past.* Two years ago, when I was downsized out of corporate life, I bought a small RV and went looking for a new life. I was downsized from my career and my marriage in the same month. Twenty years with the company and eighteen married to Diane. At the time either event would have been a crushing blow to me but together they damn near killed me. In my little RV I wandered around America and parts of Canada for almost six months. I was a traveling hermit. I felt useless and unnecessary. Eventually my wandering led me to the Pacific Northwest. It was late spring and most of the snow was gone. I stopped one morning at a truck stop to gas up and have a late breakfast and for some reason I picked up a local paper. As I ate breakfast I read. Near the back of the paper I saw an ad for a fishing resort for sale. When I was a kid I loved to go fishing. I spent every moment I could out in a row boat on a lake, fishing. Work, family and bills came along and I hadn't been fishing in many years. I called the number in the ad and made arrangements to go look at the resort. I bought it! It came complete with six guest cabins, a main lodge with a managers/owners suite, a small diner, a dock with six boats, and a convenience store on two hundred acres of lake front property. The guy who owned it was eighty-three and was more than ready to move to a care facility. I made a very good deal with him. He wanted to move to a care facility and I agreed to pay for his living expenses for the rest of his life. Since the place he had picked provided everything, rent, food, medical and anything else he needed for $2800 a month I agreed. It was the bargain of the century! The old guy lasted five months and passed one night in his sleep. I spent three months repairing, painting, remodeling and otherwise sprucing up the place and getting everything ready to open the resort again. The old guy had left me very good records and information so I was able to transfer his licenses and everything easily. When I opened I quickly learned that this was more than one guy could manage by himself. I spent the first four months running. I needed help! I hired a couple of locals to help but found that they came with attitudes about work and ethics that didn't work for me. They were lazy and cheated both me and my guests. I still needed help. When the seasons changed the bookings slowed down so I had a spare moment I went back into search mode, looking for good help. I placed ads in papers near and far with poor results. I placed an ad on the web and got a few responses. Actually I got two hundred responses! I set up phone interviews with about fifteen different applicants. Those interviews were very helpful. They narrowed the field to three. They were each in different cities about two days drive from me so I loaded myself into the RV and went on a road trip. I liked the first applicant the best and had I not set appointments with the others would have hired her on the spot. After the third interview I called her and asked if she still wanted the job. She did. I asked if she was ready to begin the next day. She needed three days to be ready to move. I asked how she planned to get to the resort. She was going to take a bus to a town near the resort and call me. I said that in two days I would pick her up and we could drive in my RV back to the resort. That's exactly what we did. On the day I picked her up Monica was a woman about thirty-five, very short blond hair, a nice figure if you like women who are a bit slender and have almost no breasts. She stood about five-eight or nine. When we interviewed she was wearing jeans, western boots, and a western shirt. None of the outfit was new, but all of it was clean. She was clean. Her nails were short and unpainted. When she shook my hand there was strength in her hand. This woman knew about work. When I picked her up she was wearing a different shirt, jeans and the same boots. As we drove we talked. She had lost everyone in her family five years before we met. An accident had taken her two kids and husband. She had been scraping by ever since. She lost her house and was living in a rooming house when she answered my ad. She was still in the emotional well I had been climbing out of. She felt lost, alone, unnecessary and unneeded. As it got dark I asked if she wanted to stop for dinner. She said that if the kitchen in the motorhome worked I should stop at a market and she would show me that she could cook. After all, cooking was one of the things I hired her to do. After we left the market I found a place to park for a while and she made dinner. As I sat and watched her work in the tiny kitchen there was a knock at the door. I opened it to see the local law. He asked why we were parked here. I told him we were just parked while we made and ate dinner, if that was OK. He said it was. Monica invited him in for a cup of coffee and perhaps to join us for dinner. He had the coffee and declined dinner. As he got up to go back to work Monica asked if we could stay in the parking lot for the night. He agreed that we were probably not much of a risk so it was OK. I had thought I was going to need to find a motel. My RV is small enough that it only has one real bed. We ate dinner and Monica proved she could cook. After dinner Monica looked at me and said, "I invited myself into your bed with the sheriff as a witness. If I was out of line, I apologize." I admitted that it had surprised me. I had a lot of thoughts about having a woman in my bed again. Monica said we could clean up dinner and go for a walk. While we walked I could think. When we got back I could convert the dining area into a bed for her or she could join me in my bed. The evening was cool and as we walked Monica was quiet. As we passed homes we smelled fires in fireplaces, dinner odors, the smells of fall, and the noises of a small town settling in for the night. At some point I realized we were headed back to the RV. I took Monica's hand in mine as we walked. Her hand was quite cold. I was wearing a t-shirt with a wool Pendelton shirt over it. She had on an old western shirt. I put my Pendelton on her. She took it and stayed quiet. When we were back in the RV I started the heater and had her sit at the table. While we walked I had thought about her in my bed and the implications. Now, I wanted to talk about all that. "Monica, I've never thought as hard about an invitation to share a bed as I've thought about this one. I'm your new boss. It could change our relationship before we have even arrived home. It will change our relationship. So, I want you to be clear about what getting into bed with me means. If you get into my bed it means that you are my woman. You are no longer single. You are mine. It means you can count on me treating you with respect and affection and firmness. It means that when I ask you for something I expect you to comply. If I ask you for pancakes, I expect pancakes not an argument or excuses. I will not order you to do anything and every request is an order. Is all that clear?" "You don't demand but you expect obedience." "Yes. That will be true on the job weather we have a more intimate relationship or not." "Good. I won't feel ordered about but I will know that if I'm asked to do something, you understand that the answer is always going to be yes." "I promise that I will meet your needs as best I can, as long as I know what they are. I can't be expected to know what you want if you don't tell me." "If I need twenty pounds of flour I need to tell you I need twenty pounds of flour." "Yes. I will treat you as my partner in everything. I will still pay you, as agreed, but the relationship will include you in decisions, planning, and everything else. When you interviewed I promised you a cabin of your own. If you come to my bed you will live with me. If anyone asks you will say you are my wife and partner. Oh, and one more thing, if you come to my bed you will never have pubic hair. I will never again have a woman in my bed that is not smooth down there." "Beginning tonight?" "Tonight and every night from now on. Now you know what getting in my bed means and the choice is yours." "I need to think about it. Is the offer good just for tonight or can I think about it for a while?" "We are in the slowest part of our year at the resort. Unless we can think of a way to get fishermen to come to a frozen lake in winter we will spend the next four or five months with just you and I working on the place. The offer stands until I withdraw it, which could be months away." "Fair enough." She stood and started turning the dining room into a bed. I got an extra blanket for her and a pillow. I used the bathroom and then climbed onto the bed over the cab. I pulled the curtain to give Monica privacy, undressed, and slid under the covers. She used the bathroom as well and turned all the lights out before she went in. When she came out I heard her get into the bed down below and I said, "Good Night Monica. Sleep well." "Good Night Nick." I must have been tired because I fell asleep quickly and deeply. I woke once during the night and needed to go. As quietly as possible I climbed down and made my way to the tiny bathroom. I attempted to pee quietly which is funny since Monica was only five feet away. If she was awake she didn't let on and soon I was back in bed and fell asleep again. As dawn started to light the inside of the RV I woke up, feeling Monica moving around. She pulled the curtain slowly and climbed into bed with me. She spooned against me rubbing her naked ass against my morning hard on. I savored the feel of her warmth and the smell of her. She found my hand and put it on her small breast. I held her like that as if I was still asleep. There was no hurry. I was enjoying holding her and not feeling all the feelings I had felt for the last few years of my marriage. This was not my demanding wife. This was Monica who had just given herself to me. It may sound strange but we both fell back asleep. We woke up when we heard kids laughing and talking as they rode their bikes around us in the parking lot. I slowly reached for Monica's pussy. I had not heard her doing anything last night that would have gotten rid of her bush. "I hate pussy hair too." She whispered. She was totally smooth. What started as a check out became stimulation. My fingers explored her crease and her depths. My mouth explored her neck and ear lobes. She moaned and grasped my cock, stroking slowly. She slowly turned over to face me and we kissed for the first time. Our first kiss was in bed with her holding my cock and my fingers buried in her pussy. There were many more kisses. She stroked me until I was completely hard and then she asked if she could suck me. She asked if she could suck me! It took her a long time after I said "Yes!" to work her way down to my waiting cock. She explored and enjoyed all the skin between my face and my shaft. When she got to my shaft she didn't use her hands at all. Her lips and tongue ministered to every nerve ending in my shaft, my balls, and the area surrounding them. Each felt her touch, her kisses and were teased and tantalized until I felt the pressure building towards the flood I so wanted to give her. "I'm going to cum," I whispered. "Really?" She giggled with my cock in her mouth. As I unloaded she swallowed all of it and made appreciative noises as she did so. As I began to shrink I turned her so that I could return the oral gift she had given. She hesitated. "What's that about?" I asked. "You don't need to do that. I don't have orgasms." "Oh. Never?" "Never. I don't know why. I love fucking but oral just doesn't do it for me." "You cum when you fuck but not with oral?" "No. I like fucking but I don't ever cum." "OK, for now. We do need to get on the road, so if it's OK with you we'll postpone the next part of our sexual enjoyment until later." "OK. Are you disappointed in me?" "No, not in you. Disappointed because we need to get on the road, disappointed because if we fuck the kids will hear and know what we're doing, disappointed because I really love giving oral sex and now I need to wait. Not disappointed in you." I started to roll toward the edge of the bed and my face passed near her pussy. I stopped. "May I have a taste?" A second of hesitation then, "Of course." Her legs parted and I tasted Monica for the first time. Her nectar was oh, so sweet, and brought with it a fragrance that spoke of lust and being with a willing woman. I sucked in all the nectar I could in a few seconds and then pulled back. "Thank you. You taste wonderfully. I will want more of that taste, and often." "Anytime. My pussy is now yours. As they say in some randy novels, I am your slut." "I like the way that sounds." We climbed down and packed up quickly. Breakfast was a quick stop at a fast food place and we were on the road again. Our day was filled with talk and laughter and even music. I had lived in the RV for months and had never turned on the radio. Monica turned it on and we listened to a country station for a while. We had seen a sign that said it was the station for truckers. They gave lots of weather and road reports so we checked in at least twice an hour. Monica decided she liked traveling in an RV because she could take a pit stop without stopping. She had bought supplies for dinner the day before and she had bought the fixins for lunch as well so when it was time I just pulled over and we had lunch. Monica had gotten into the motorhome with one suitcase when I picked her up. One suitcase. She had been wearing a yellow western shirt and jeans. Today she was wearing the same jeans and a green western shirt. After lunch I asked what else was in her suitcase. Two more pairs of jeans, four pair of boot socks, a bra, two more western shirts, her toiletries, and one large t-shirt. That was all she had worth bringing with her. At the next large town I got off the main highway and found a mall. Inside I found a western clothing store. Monica got four new shirts, a new pair of great fitting jeans, some more socks and a pair of boots (for going to town). At another store she got some t-shirts that fit, a jacket for the rain and one for winter. I saw Victoria's Secret and we found three bras I liked. They went with us. On the road again Monica was bubbling. After twenty miles she was quiet. I could tell she was thinking, so I stayed quiet. "Nick, this morning, when you said, "May I have a taste?" you weren't asking permission were you?" "No. I was telling you gently what I wanted. You picked up on it very quickly and I like that." "If I say to you that I want to suck you, will you hear that as a demand?" "No. I will hear that as you saying what you want. I may say "No." If I say "No" you can ask why and I won't hear that as a challenge. I'll make it up that you simply want to understand my thinking." "Now that I am yours, what if I say "No" to a request?" "If I ask for something... like lobster for dinner and we don't have a lobster in the freezer you can say "No." If I request that you lie down on the floor and let me fuck you and you say "No" you will be punished." "Punished? Like I'm a little girl?" "NO! Like a rebellious slut! I believe that rebellion isn't OK in our relationship and I will do whatever I can devise in order to prevent it. If we discover that we enjoy some types of punishments we will devise ways for you to let me know that you need to be punished." "You think I might like being spanked?" "I don't know. How long has it been since someone spanked your bare ass?" "I was five or six." "That doesn't count. If you disobey me we may just have to find out how you react to spanking. There are lots of other ways that someone could be punished besides spanking." "Have you punished other women?" "Years ago I was dating a woman who seemed to want to be in a bit of pain to heighten her sensitivity. I punished her a few times and she enjoyed it." "What did you do?" "Once, I arrived at her home to pick her up for an event and she was late getting ready. I knew she did it so I would punish her. I made her bare her breasts and I used small clothes pins on her nipples. She redressed and she wore the pins for the evening. Twice during the evening I removed and then reapplied them so there would be no lasting damage. The second time I removed the pins she had an orgasm from the feeling. When we got back to her place that night the sex was incredible. She was very turned on and her skin was very sensitive everywhere." "Oh." Monica sat quietly for a while. "Monica, I would like it if you would unbutton your shirt." She started unbuttoning her shirt and looking at my face. Two buttons open and she stopped. "All of them please." She watched my face as she complied. I glanced over as I drove. She pulled the shirttail out of her jeans and unbuttoned the bottom button. I looked. She was still covered. "Please, let me see your breasts, Monica." Monica's hands opened the shirt and held it like it was wings. The light coming through the window let me see that she was quite pale all over her chest except where the "V" of her western shirt collars allowed some tan up near her neck. In the side mirror I saw a semi pulling alongside us. I slowed just a bit, allowing him to pass. As the truck pulled directly beside us Monica closed her shirt. Then she looked at me and smiled. "What did you just do?" "I covered myself." "Did I ask you to?" "No." "Is that disobedience?" "Yes. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." I saw a sign for a rest stop in two miles. I pulled in behind the truck and followed the truck into the rest stop. I parked and quietly waited until the driver went into the restroom and was walking back to his truck. Monica watched too. I pulled near his truck and said to Monica, "Get out of the truck and walk up to him. Tell him that I wanted you to show him your tits on the road and that you didn't. Then show him your tits and, as your punishment, if he asks to touch them you will let him." Her eyes flashed, she gathered her shirt around herself, and she got out of the RV. The trucker looked at us and watched as she approached him. I rolled my window down and I could hear her as she told him just what I told her to say. His eyes got big as she opened her shirt again, just for him. He looked for a few seconds and then started to reach for her tits. "You didn't ask," she said. "May I please touch your tits?" He asked. "Yes, you may." For almost a minute he held and played with her tits in the rest stop parking lot. Cars and other trucks drove by. She made no effort to hide and he paid no attention to anyone or any thing except her tits. He pulled and squeezed her nipples and she moaned but did not pull away. Finally he let go. Monica looked at me and I motioned her back to the RV. The trucker waved and yelled, "Thanks." When she got in I drove out of the rest stop and back on the road again. "Do you feel that the punishment was appropriate?" "Yes!" "Will you tell me what you were feeling and what you are feeling now?" "When I stood in front of him and said what you told me to I was scared at first. Then I told myself that you would not let me get hurt. I opened my shirt and the look on his face was priceless! I wanted him to touch me! Not because I wanted him but because it would please you." "And now?" "When he pulled my nipples I made believe it was you. I soaked my jeans. I am wet like I peed myself, but it isn't pee. When he let go I was on an emotional high. All the way back to the RV and even now I am high! I did what you wanted! I was scared and I did it! Thank you for teaching me!" "You are soaked?" "Yes! I'm dripping!" I saw an off ramp ahead that went off, crossed a road and came right back on the freeway. I took it. When I stopped at the road crossing I said, "I think you would feel better if you got out, took off your jeans and then got in the back. You could clean up and bring a towel back up here to sit on." Monica still had not buttoned her shirt. She opened her door, stood beside the RV and took off her jeans. "Panties too." I said. She was nude from the waist down, walked to the back door of the RV, and climbed in. She rinsed the jeans and panties in the sink and hung them in the bathroom. "Monica!" "Yes Nick." "I'd like a taste." "How?" "Come close and dip your fingers into your juices. Then put your fingers in my mouth." She knelt behind the two seats up front but between them and did as I asked. I sucked her fingers clean and said, "Again." I did that many times. In between I told her how great she smelled and tasted. Finally I told her that was enough for now and she could get a towel and sit up front. When she sat back in the front seat she was wearing only the open western shirt. "How do you feel?" I asked. "I'm all excited. I'm still making juices. My skin feels really alive." "Let's roll the windows down and feel the wind." With the windows down her shirt was flapping in the breeze. She wiggled some and off it came! She put the shirt on the floor between us and rode along wearing only her seat belt and feeling the wind. The grin on her face was that of a young girl riding her first Ferris Wheel and loving it. By early evening we were off the interstate and on the two lane roads that would take us to the resort. Monica was watching everything and asking questions often. "How far are we from the lake? Is this the nearest big city? Do you have neighbors? What is growing there? What is that?" It was like traveling with an excited child; an excited nude child with the body of a woman. Every time I looked over I got turned on. After we left the last town I drove about three miles out of town to CR-26, the county road that went out to the lake. In the spring a sign was going up at this corner that would say, "Leaping Bass Resort 10 miles" with an arrow pointing down CR-26. When I turned Monica squirmed in her seat. "Is this the road to the lake?" "Yes. We'll be at the resort in ten miles." She watched and I drove. We passed miles of trees growing right up to the edges of the road. Once in a while there was a break in the trees and she could see that in the distance were more trees and more mountains. Because most of the trees were pine the forest was still green. At the proper moment the road turned and we were at the crest of the road in. As we turned with the road we could see into the valley and my new woman got her first look at the lake. We were about four miles from the lake and about 600 feet above it. It is surrounded by green forest and shines like a gem during the day. It was nearly dark when she first saw it and it looked more like a mirror than a lake. As I drove down the road we kept getting looks at the lake through the forest. I heard a whisper from Monica that I didn't understand. "What was that?" I asked. "I was talking to myself." She said. "I live here." "Is that OK with you?" "Yes. But, as it is getting dark I'm starting to get cool. Should I get dressed?" "Sure. That's a good idea." She got up and turned to go into the back. I saw her put her hand to her pussy and she asked, "Taste?" "Why yes, Thank you." When her fingers were licked and sucked clean she went in the back and dressed. I noticed a wet spot on the towel where she had been sitting. She moved the towel before resuming her seat. When she sat down we were going through the gate onto the resort. Half a mile later I parked in front of the lodge building. "Would you like a tour of your new home?" I asked. "No. I want a tour of your bed! You've had me juiced up and turned on all day. Now I want some fucking!" I shut of the RV and met her at the front door of the lodge. I turned lights on as we entered and I apologized for the state of cleanliness or lack thereof. "The bedroom, please." I led the way. I had made the bed with clean sheets before I left, knowing I would want to drop into a clean bed when I returned. I had not known I wouldn't be dropping in alone. Monica stripped down and pulled open the bed in seconds. She opened herself to me and urged me to hurry. I did my best to do just that, and without falling on my ass. I made it. She was wet all day and I had been semi-hard all day as well. Now it took seconds of her handiwork to have me all-the-way hard. She let go and pulled her legs up to her chest, opening her pussy for me like a flower. A wet flower. A feeling came over me that I think almost every man has experienced. I wanted at that moment to plunge myself into her as deep as possible as fast as possible. I wanted to touch my cock to her lips and slowly savor every millimeter of penetration until I was fully inside Monica's wetness. I started slow. It didn't last. As soon as my head was inside Monica thrust her hips at me and I was buried all the way in. She gripped me tightly and I felt her muscles milking me. I held still feeling her muscles dancing and pulling at me for a few seconds and then she said, "Pound me! Fuck me hard please! Slam that wonderful cock into me!" Pulling back was not easy. Monica's grip on my root was strong. I won. I pulled all the way out and then slid back in and stopped with an inch left outside. I stopped for less than a second and then slammed home. Monica arched her back and moaned. I repeated the process and repeated the process with her response being a variety of differing moans and two groans. I wanted to increase the pace and did. I was pulling almost all the way out and slamming all the way in. I kept thinking, "long strokes, long strokes." I kept the long strokes as I felt my cum rising and when I came I didn't hold back at all. If there had been a neighbor within a mile they would have heard me. I rolled to my side and Monica quickly turned and licked me clean. She sucked the remnants of my cum from me and then thanked me. We snuggled for a while and then as I was drifting towards sleep she asked, "May I have a little of the tour now?" I got up and we did a mini-tour; just the lodge. I turned the heat on to take the chill off the place. We didn't dress. We brought in her suitcase and her bags of new clothes. She searched the kitchen and found some stuff for our dinner. She made dinner and brought a pad and pencil to the table with dinner. Her mind was going a mile a minute so I sat back, ate, and watched. "How long will it take to get to town after it starts snowing?" "According to Pete, the guy who lived here and according to his diary, it takes between three hours and all day to get to town in the winter. The county plows the road once a week and the feds plow once every couple of weeks. The feds have a fire lookout at the far end of the lake and they plow in with supplies every couple of weeks." "That means we need to be able to live here without access to town for a month. That gives us a comfortable cushion in case there is something that snows us in for a while. Do you have a snowmobile?" "No. The RV and a three year old pick up." "It might be a good idea to have one in case we need to get out and the plow isn't working." "I like how your mind works. I hadn't thought of either of those things. What else?" "I need some new pots and pans and some kitchen supplies that regular markets don't carry. Is there a restaurant supply place within a hour or so?" "I can find out, but not tonight." We stayed up until almost midnight. We had three pages of lists of supplies and things we needed. We had three other pages of our new "To Do" list. As I noticed the clock was approaching midnight I grabbed my lady and took her back to my bed. We snuggled and talked for a few more minutes and then fell asleep holding each other. For months either an alarm clock or the sun had brought me back from sleep. That morning it was Monica's kisses and hands that woke me. As she nibbled my ear lobe she very softly asked, "Would you rather I sucked you or that you fuck me?" "Oh, it's hard to choose. There is a third choice. There is even a forth choice. I think I want to start with choice number three." "Which is?" "I want you to understand something. I'm going to give you oral sex. I'm going to eat your pussy. I'm going to administer a full dose of cunnilingus to you. You have always believed that any man who does that is intending to please you. You believed, as many women do, that the only reason a man would go there is that it pleases the woman. I can't speak for any other man than me. I do it because I love it. In your case, did you notice I wanted a lot of your nectar yesterday?" "Yes." Her voice was quiet. "I love the taste of you. I love the feminine odor of you. It kept me turned on all day long. Now, there are no kids riding their bikes outside, no sheriff knocking on the door. I can take my time and enjoy you. You need not do anything at all. Just lie back and relax. If you decide you want me to do something I'm not doing or more of what I am doing, please speak up." I flipped her onto her back and she spread her legs for me. I kissed the inside of her knee and she was startled. She whispered, "Relax Monty. Relax." I kissed again and she stayed relaxed. "Monty?" I thought about that. I liked it. I held her legs as I kissed and when I was close to her smooth, open pussy I breathed on it. I stuck my tongue out and touched her outer lips. With just the tip I traced her outer lips. Top to bottom then bottom to top. Ten strokes on the left and then twelve on the right. At the bottom of a stroke I widened my tongue and licked both outer lips completely. I was given a low soft moan as her response. Once again, beginning at the bottom of her slit I used my wide tongue and slightly more pressure to lick both lips at once. I felt an almost imperceptible thrust from her and a repeat of the soft moan. My first lover told me that if I found something that I loved doing and it got a positive response from a lover, do it again... and again. I believe she was right. I followed her wise counsel as I ate Monica. Her moans were louder and the thrusts stronger when she changed the game in a delightful way. I was about to start another upward stroke when her hands came between my face and her lips. She parted her lips, opening her innermost self to me. I gently licked the entire inner parts of her offered self. She pushed against my tongue and face and softly said, "Oh yesssssss." I did it again. She did it again. I was doing something we both loved. I said, "Hmmmm" as I licked. She opened wider for me. I licked around her opening and penetrated her vagina with my tongue. She moaned again. Juices flowed and I lapped them up. Fresh and warm and wonderful. I pulled back a second and said, "I love how you taste. Give me more!" In a flash Monica was out from underneath me and had flipped me on my back. She straddled my shoulders and face and lowered her pussy right to my mouth. "Now you can have all my juice!" She said. She held on to the headboard and rode my face like this was the rodeo and the eight second clock was broken. I had passing thoughts of dying, smothered in pussy and realized that if today was my day to die that was a good way to go. She moved and I licked and swallowed all the juices she could make. Eventually she slowed her pace and I did something different. I sucked her clitoris. It had taken me a while to find it. It was very tiny and covered by it's hood. As excited and turned on as she was it was still hidden. As I sucked I used my tongue to move the hood and when I did that she screamed. No, that's not what she did. She screamed and shook and thrashed and grabbed my hair and sat down on my face hard. I licked it again and she exploded. My face was in her pussy and I couldn't breathe. She held onto my hair lifting my face into her and she pressed down with her whole body. I panicked and sucked harder. Her orgasm peaked and after a few seconds I had to catch her! My lady had had her first and maybe second orgasms and had passed out. I helped her onto her back and held her. In a few seconds she was back. Her body was covered in sweat and she was shaking. She looked at me and asked, "Was that...?" "An orgasm? If it wasn't there never has ever been one on this planet!" "Damn! How could I go so many years without one of those?" "That I don't know. What I do know is the drought is over! What I want to know is what you'd like to do with the hard on I have." "You've given me so much. I want to give to you. I have three openings and two have been used before. If you want my ass you can have it." "I do want your ass, but not today. I want something to look forward to. I choose something we hadn't put on the list. I want to join with you." "Join?" "I'll explain. Lie back. Hold me gently as I enter you." Monica's arms held my shoulders and she wrapped her legs around my thighs. I entered her and slowly moved in and out of her. Not just in and out but with some slight side to side motion as well. I kissed her and our tongues danced a slow and sensual dance. She broke the kiss and kissed my neck. I kissed her neck. Her hand roamed my back and arms. I kissed her face again and her mouth. She sucked my tongue and I thrust my cock in completely. When I pulled back she sucked my tongue harder. We rolled over and Monica dangled her breasts in my face. I kissed one and then the other. I kissed a trail up to her mouth and danced with her tongue a while as she slowly moved her hips. She ground her pussy against me and she lifted herself and then slowly lowered herself. We were savoring every feeling. Enjoying the no hurry of joining was the purpose. Learning each others likes and desires was what we were doing. After a while we held each other and felt me slowly becoming smaller until I popped out of her. Then we laughed and held each other for a while longer. What a way to begin our lives together. I thought about what I was doing. Three days ago this was a total stranger. Now she is living in my home, in my bed and I have promised to treat her as my wife and partner. Am I nuts? Maybe. I waited a minute and then asked, "What are you thinking?" "I'm thinking I'm crazy. Up until three days ago I was feeling lost, alone, scared to death and unwanted. I hadn't had sex in five years. Now I'm living on a lake with a man I didn't know at all three days ago. I've given myself to him and he's given me orgasms! Am I nuts?" "If you are I am too. I'm also grateful. When you went to bed in the dining room of the RV I wondered if you would ever accept my terms. I wondered what it was that had you stay down there." "I'll tell you, if you want to know." "Please." "It was the stuff about obedience. I had to think about it for a while. I couldn't just accept it as I heard it. Then, in the night I understood. As my boss you could order me around and when that happens the employee feels the power struggle. Employees end up resenting the boss. You were telling me that you seldom give orders. You expect the requests and suggestions to be acted upon but you aren't going to be the tyrant. By morning I was ready to accept your offer, so I did." "I'm glad we were able to work it through. I did give you an order yesterday." "I was being punished and orders are part of that." "We need to get to work. Last night you got the tour of the lodge. This morning we should tour the rest of the place. We can make lists of the supplies we need to have before winter for each of the cabins, the boats, and the lodge. Perhaps tomorrow we can go shopping and find the things we put on the lists." "First, I'll make breakfast." The day went and the lists were made. If we got everything done that we put on the lists the resort would be really great when we opened at the end of March. Monica acted like my partner, not an employee. When she saw something that needed doing, she did it. When we toured she made suggestions about improvements and changes and they were thoughtful and made good sense. At both lunch and dinner that day Monica quizzed me about what I liked to eat. She made lists of the foods we needed to get for the winter. I found a restaurant supply on the internet and we ordered the things she needed. We found time to play twice that day. Once after lunch and again that evening in front of the fireplace. Late that night I woke up and thought for a while before going back to sleep. I thought about the way my life was three years before when I was unhappily married and unhappily working for a corporate job that I hated and I felt stuck. I thought about the work I had done since buying the resort and the last couple of days since Monica entered my life. Getting downsized wasn't such a terrible thing at all.

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Title: lucky irish 2 by dbj_rab Tags: Gay, Orgy, Rabbits They soon moaned more louder as Harold thrusted deeper and harder into Greg's tightening anus, feeling his cock twitch and get closer to cumming again into the hot ass. Greg mmrrred as he nibbled more on Greg, and squirmed gasping into his ear as his ass tightened even more around the luscious dick pounding his hole, and his own leaking copious amounts of pre all over their stomachs. The green bunny grunted and shuddered as he felt himself getting closer to cumming again into his lover's hot ass, grinding his hips hard against the sexy cheeks. He leaned in to kiss Greg deeply as he spasmed and gasped, grunting out "nngghhh going to cum again.. unnhh fuck," as he slammed hard as he could and hilted, suddenly growling as his cock swelled and spurted more of his spunk into Greg's more tightening anus. "oohh oh fuck.. oh fuck.. yyeess," Greg hissed as he felt his anus being filled with more of the green bunny's hot spurts, and felt his own cock throb and suddenly cum all over their bellies, as he cuddled tightly against Harold and wrapped his legs around his waist. "mmnnnn shit that was so great," he panted as he snuggled in the afterglow. "MMnnn yes very good," Harold murmured and smiled. Soon Harold slowly pulled out of greg's well used tail-hole, and mmrrreed as he saw some of his cum leak out of the stretched anus. "so.. how would you like to come with me to visit the others?" he asked and idly pawed greg's twitching dick up and down. Greg thought for a moment of being fucked and fucking other green bunnies and grinned, "oh yeah would love to" he replied. "great so let's get going then," Harold said, and soon led them off to a small spot where the rainbow touched the ground and pulled them into the portal. Whaaaha cried Greg as he saw the swirling colors wiz by as they were suddenly transported into another time and place. "Wow where are we?" he asked, as he glanced around the now green colored rocks and purple grass surrounding them. "My home obviously," Harold replied. "wow a blue sun," greg thought to himself as he looked around, and was soon taken into a nearby house where other bunnys were waiting around all naked. "Welcome back Harold," they cheered as he entered and got hard instantly eyeing all his fellow bunneh's hung dicks around him, and saw that greg was the same way. "I see you brought a visitor to our realm," the closest one said. "He looks like fun," someone else said, idly pawing himself and preing already at the thought of the orgy soon to happen. "Yup. He found the end of the rainbow," Harold grinned and squeezes greg's ass. Greg meeped slightly and blushed a bit. "Yes, certainly got a surprise wasn't expecting " he laughed and was moved closer to the group. Everyone soon reached out to paw and touch greg, while he in turn pawed them and moaned softly. "so you all get together regularly for orgies huh?" he remarked. "oh yeah. Great fun and bonding," they all replied with grins and soon grounded themselves against him and each other, greg gasping as he felt several fingers enter his anus, and their bigger dicks rubbing along his. "oh fuck yes," he moaned as he grinded against their touches, and kept pawing the biggest one up and down who had a 12" cock and very heavy big balls. "mmn this is going to be so much fun," greg thought and shuddered, as he felt the fingers push deeper in and out of his tail hole, while he moved to lick and suckle on the huge bunny's 12 inches and balls. The big bunny moaned and thrusted a bit into the hot eager muzzle surrounding his length. "mmnn that's a good boy," he murmured as he pre'd and was pawing off the one who brought him here. Harold panted softly, as he thrusted into his leader's paw and felt another one rub up against his ass with their 9 inches rubbing along his ass crack. They soon all moaned as Harold bobbed his head faster up and down along the leader's hung dick, and his ass twitched around the slowly removing fingers. He soon stopped sucking on the big cock and grinned, as he moved around to rub his ass up and down along the big rabbit's cock, while admiring Harold suddenly getting fucked by a fellow green rabbit, watching the big 9 inches thrust in and out of his ass. The leader moaned and shuddered, as he slowly shoved himself half way into the eager tight ass on the first thrust and grunted, while suddenly moving around to tease his ass against harold's throbbing member. Harold gasped and moaned as he felt his cock get surrounded by the leader's taut green ass cheeks, and shoved himself back harder against the other bunny's twitching dick thrusting deeper into his tightening anus, while moaning as he watched greg getting fucked faster by the leader's huge cock. "oh gods.. so fucking good," greg panted as he grunted and spasmed, suddenly feeling the leader's whole 12 inches suddenly shove in all the way. "uunnhhhshit.. so big.. " greg panted and squirmed, as he felt his cock throbbing harder and get closer to cumming all over the floor already. "oh fuck... unnhh shit yesss, going to cummm" he leader grunted as he thrusted deeper and harder into greg's tightening anus. "nngghhhh" he moaned as he slammed hard into greg's eager tail hole and his dick suddenly swelled and spurted load after load of bunny cum. "oohh shit.. yyessss," greg hissed as he felt the leader's hung dick suddenly swell even more and spurt hot loads of rabbit spunk into his ass. The leader grunted as he felt Harold suddenly pick up the pace and felt his cry out, as he slammed hard into his leader's tightening anus, his 10 inches swelling and suddenly spurting spunk after spunk into the hot ass as he's still fucking hard and deep, his own anus tightening like a vice around the 9 inched rabbit cock, swelling and suddenly filling his ass with bunny cum. They all panted and leaned on another, feeling their holes leaking of hot cum, and greg moaned as his own spurted his cum all over the wet floor all over, along with all the others. They soon all panted, and just laid together enjoying the feeling of cum all over and on and in each other, while their dicks still throbbed, and started to drift off into sleep to get ready for the next round of sex.

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Title: How I Became Mayor Ch. 08 Tags: oral, mind control, anal, masturbation, sex with stranger, blonde, ass to mouth ***BACKGROUND I used to be one lazy SOB. A little overweight, not very motivated, and well, slovenly. All of that changed when one afternoon when I was plopped on the sofa and the TV remote quit working. If you knew me then, you would know how much this pissed me off. I got up and changed the batteries, but the damn thing still didn't work. SO I took off the cover and started messing with the insides. (I am a plumber by trade, so I had no idea what the hell I was doing in there.) Well I messed around with it for a few minutes, using some of my plumbing tools, then got pissed off and threw it. "Piece of shit!!" I yelled. I went over and picked it up and put the cover back on it. As I was stupidly pointing it at the TV and pushing the useless buttons, my girlfriend Kimberly walked in. She was short, plump, and not all that pretty, but she usually put up with my shit, and didn't yell when we argued, so I kept her around. She said, "What are you bitching at now?" "The goddamn remote is busted! Look!!" I pushed one of the buttons. She got a faraway look in her eyes and said, "What do you want me to do?" I was pissed. "Fuck you!" I said. "You can suck my dick, you bitch!" No one was more shocked than I was when she walked over, pulled down my sweatpants and started sucking my cock. I later discovered that the remote only works on women.* **Chapter 8 - I need a personal Trainer** It was two weeks until the election when my main rival, Mr. Trenton Grasso, made a 'surprise' announcement that he was dropping out of the Mayoral race and resigning from the city council to tend to some 'personal issues' and 'spend more time with his family.' With the support of outgoing Mayor Thompson, and with the help of my special remote control, I was not only a shoe-in to win the election, but I was almost guaranteed the job for life. Jill was on the rag, and while she was very enthusiastic about sucking my cock and swallowing my cum, I was looking for some new action until her sweet pussy was back in the game. For a while I had been noticing a little 'middle-age spread' in my belly when I looked in the mirror, and that morning I decided to go and do something about it, so I got up and went in search of a personal trainer. I looked in the phone book, but none of the ads caught my eye. So I pulled up the Internet on my computer and found an ad for Alicia Brown, who, according to her website, had a small private gym which was located between my new house and city hall. I called to see if she was available. The phone was answered by a very cheerful woman, who turned out to be Alicia herself. She had a very nice southern accent and an infectious laugh. She told me that in fact she had had a cancellation this morning and was available to meet me right away if i could. I said it was perfect timing. There was a small headshot photo of her on the website, but it did not do her justice. I arrived at her address a half-hour later wearing a sweatsuit and sneakers, and she was there to greet me at the door. She was tiny, maybe 5-1 and of course very fit. I would guess that she was maybe 25 years old, and had lightly tanned skin and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. Her smiling face was framed by straight blonde hair that was cut short, and her bright blue eyes sparkled as she welcomed me in. She spent a few minutes with small talk, and then she showed me around the facility. There was an area with small free weights, a few treadmills and climbing machines, and an area with a mat on the floor and a wall of mirrors. Alicia explained that her workouts were geared toward the individual's 'fitness goals' and were designed not to be too strenuous. She told me flat out that if I wanted to be a 'musclehead' that this was not the place for me, and there were plenty of other gyms in town. We were standing in front of the mirror wall, and I told her that I had not liked what I saw in the mirror lately. She said, "Strip off your clothes." "What?" I said, caught off guard. "Strip down to your underwear and show me what you don't like in the mirror. Then we can design a program to work on those problem areas." Well, one problem area was the large bulge in my pants from seeing her tight body not only in person, but reflected in the mirrors. She was wearing a loose black t-shirt that did not cover her tight stomach, and a pair of black shorts that were not tight, but not long, either. Under her shorts she wore white tights. Oh well, I decided, she asked for it. I took off my sweatshirt and pulled my sweatpants down to the floor, but couldn't easily get them over my sneakers, so I stood there with them pooled around my ankles. She walked around me slowly and asked me to point out what I didn't like. I pinched the small love-handles on my sides above the waistband of my boxer-briefs and said, "These have got to go." Then I turned around and pointed to my legs and butt, and said "That's not bad, but could be a little better. I am a plumber after all." She laughed. "I've seen worse," she said. I pulled my clothes back on. She made some notes on a clipboard, and then took me over to the hand weights. She explained that we would work on a combined program with some light weight training to tone and shpe the muscles and some aerobics on one or more of the cross-training machines. She was friendly enough, but I could tell that she was all business. She picked up one of the dumbells and demonstrated the first exercise to me. She bent over the bench with one foot on the floor and one knee on the bench, and her back parallel with the floor. Then she started pulling the weight up with her arm, as if she were starting a lawnmower. It was too much for me to watch. Her tight, perfectly shaped ass was toward me, and I couldn't take it anymore. I pushed the button on the remote. "What do you want me to do?" she said with the weight held in mid-lift. I was so horny. I had to have this woman soon or I would burst. "I want you to set down the weights and take off all of your clothes." I said. She did exactly as I ordered. I decided that it would be best to keep her under control rather than planting suggestions and releasing her. She stood in front of me completely naked. Her body might have been carved from marble or drawn by an artist for all its perfection. She was very toned, but not grotesquely muscular. Her arms and legs were well-defined, and her tiny waist and flat stomach made her small breasts look larger than they were. She was perfectly proportioned for her height. Her nipples were small and standing erect, like two pink cones with almost no areola surrounding them. Her breasts were firm, and her nipples pointed straight out toward me. Her pubic hair was shaved into a very thin strip of light blonde that was almost impossible to see. "I am going to fuck you. Turn around and bend over the bench so that I can fuck you from behind." She assumed the position without a word. I stepped out of my shoes and pulled off my pants. I didn't even bother to take off my shirt. My cock was at full attention and pounding with anticipation. I walked around in front of her and had her spit on my cock to get it wet, then I took up position behind her perfect ass, and nuzzled the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy. "Relax your pussy muscles so I can slide my dick in you," I ordered, and I entered her all in one smooth motion. I stood like that for a moment, my throbbing cock buried inside her tiny cunt to the hilt. With my hands on her slim waist, I began slowly working in and out of her. Gradually I increased my tempo until I was pounding her pussy with abandon. I didn't even try to hold back and nearly fell down when I came. My cock spasmed inside her and cum dripped out of her pussy onto the floor. I pulled my cock out of her with a 'pop' and sat down on the bench next to where she was still standing, bent over. Her face was flushed, but she had not said anything or made a sound, other than a low gunting each time I slammed my meat into her. I stroked her hair and said, "Squat down in font of me here and lick my cock clean with your tongue." She sqatted like a baseball catcher in front of me and more of my cum dripped out onto the gym floor. I could smell her pussy juices, pungent and tangy, hanging in the still air. She lowered her head and began lapping up the mixture of our fluids from my softening cock. While I was enjoying her attentions, I realized two things. First that I wasn't nearly satisfied by that quickie, and wanted more, and second that the door to the gym was unlocked and someone could walk in at any time. "Alicia, go out and lock the door, then come right back." I ordered. She rose gracefully and walked out to the front area, stark naked and not caring. I heard the lock click and she strolled back in. "Now Alicia, I'm going to ask you some questions, and I want you to answer them absolutely truthfully. Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good. Did you like getting fucked by me?" I asked. "Yes, I did." "Did you orgasm?" "No." "I see." I paused for a moment. "Would you like to orgasm?" "Yes, I would." "I want you to lay down on this bench on your back and masturbate. Use your fingers to massage your clit and finger-fuck youself, but you will not orgasm until I tell you to. Understand?" "Yes." She said as she stepped toward the bench. She lay down on her back with her feet on the floor, and immediately sank two fingers into her wet pussy with her right hand. Her left hand went to her left breast and began teasing and pinching her small pink nipple. I said, "Have you every masturbated in the gym before?" I'm not sure what prompted me to ask the questions, but she answered yes. "I want your inhibitions to drop away. You are free to explore your body as if no one were watching. Does it excite you to have me watching you play with yourself?" "MMMMMmmmm...yes." She moaned and gasped as her fingers brought her more and more pleasure. Her back arched as she squirmed on the weight bench. Her two fingers had become three fingers, and they were noisily working in and out of her cunt as I watched. I could tell she was getting close to cumming. I had a cruel idea. "Are you close to cumming?" I asked? "Yesssss...." she panted. "Stop what you are doing. Fold your hands on your stomach." I was a little surprised that she obeyed immediately. I could tell by her quivering legs, however, that her body was not pleased with the interruption. "I am going to ask you three questions, and you will answer them. Once you have answered my questions, I will allow you to continue until you cum. The first question is, would you like me fuck you again?" "Yes, please." she said hurriedly. "Second question: Do you like getting fucked in your asshole?" "I...I've never done that. I don't know." "Okay, third question, then I will let you cum. What is your favorite position to be fucked?" "Doggie Style." She answered without hesitation. "Good. Okay, you may masturbate for me again, but first, I am going to stick my finger up your tight asshole so I can feel you cumming." I stuck my finger into her pussy to get it wet - she was soaking - then I slowly inserted it into her pucker until it was in up to the knuckle. "Play with your pussy. Cum for me while I watch. Don't be afraid to moan, no one will hear you." She wasted no time. Her body bucked on the weight bench as she finger-fucked herself with one hand and furiously rubbed her clit with the other. I could feel her pussy spasm, and her ass clenched tightly around my finger. She let out a low moan and her body shivered with climax. Alicia was panting for breath when her body finally relaxed. I pulled my finger out of her ass, and sat on the bench between her legs. "Alicia, I have decided I am going to fuck that tight asshole of yours, and that you are going to like it. Since you like doggie-style so much, I will fuck you that way. You are not going to feel any pain from my dick in your ass, only pleasure. When I cum inside you, you will have the longest and more intense orgasm you have ever had. Do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." She hadn't quite caught her breath yet. I stood up and straddled her pretty face. "Now show me what a good little cocksucker you are. Suck me until I am hard again." It wouldn't take long. The smell of her sex, and watching her tight body orgasm had already started my 8 inches stirring. She was not very good at giving head, but it didn't really matter. Her mouth was warm, and my cock quickly hardened as she sucked gently on the head. Once I held her head and tried to push deeper into her mouth, but she gagged once her lips went past my circumcision, so I backed off. I didn't really want a blowjob, what I wanted was that tight, muscular, virgin asshole. "Okay," I said, "Get down on the floor on all fours." She did. I spread her ass cheeks apart and rubbed the wet head of my cock on her tiny pink pucker. I slid my dick down and into her still-dripping pussy and pulled it out wet and rubbed it in her ass crack. The smell of her sex was intoxicating. I kept doing this until her ass and my cock were both covered in her slippery pussy juices. "Now relax your ass muscles completely. Do not tense up." I started pushing my fat cock into her tiny hole. At first there was strong resistance, but once I got the head inside her, it was relatively easy to slide the rest of my 8-inch length into her asshole. Once I was all the way in, I told her "Ok, you don't have to relax your ass anymore. I want you to squeeze my cock." She did. It was an exquisite feeling. "Good. Now I am going to fuck your ass. Remember that when you feel me cum in you, you will have the best orgasm you have ever had." I started working my cock in and out of her tight sphincter. After a few strokes, I was moving smoothly so I started fucking her ass a little harder with each stroke. I would slide out slowly until only the head of my cock was stil inside her, then slam it to the hilt. I loved the feel of her tight ass muscles and toned thighs against me as I rammed my dick in her again and again. Each time I buried my dick in her, she gasped with pleasure, and moaned as I withdrew. Soon I was fucking her ass so hard, her arms gave way and she waslying facedown on the floor, and I was holding her ass in the air and ramming her over and over with my fat cock. She was screaming with pleasure, and squeezing her anus around my cock on each in-stroke. Her body was shaking and I could feel my climax coming. When I was finally at the edge, I thrust deep inside her with one last stroke and release a torrent of hot jism into her. Her tiny body shook and spasmed for what seemed like forever as she climaxed over and over, her ass milking more and more cum from my throbbing cock. Finally, I pulled my dick from her and she fell forward onto the cool floor, spent. "Get up on your knees!" I ordered my slave. She immediately obeyed, panting. "Now clean off my dick with your mouth. Lick up every drop." She proceeded to lick my still-twitching cock clean again. When she finished, there was a puddle of my cum under her ass on the floor. When I was cleaned up, I sat down on the weight bench and rested while I watched her clean herself up and get dressed. When she was finished, I too got dressed, a little shakily. "Okay, here is what you will remember. When I push the button on this remote, you will not remember fucking me or even seeing me naked. You will continue to walk me through our workout, and then schedule me for regular sessions, as if nothing happened. You will make sure to vote for me for mayor. Understand?" "Yes." "Wait here." I walked to the front door and unlocked it. I gave her with a code phrase so that if I wanted to, I could take control of her again - without the remote. "Oh, and one more thing," I said. "Everytime you lock that door, you will get a warm feeling in your pussy and will have an mild urge to masturbate on this bench. Understand?" "Yes I do." "Good." I pushed the button on the remote, and she continued on with her demonstrations as if nothing had happened. When she was finished, she had me start with 20 minutes on the treadmill, and then we shook hands and made an appointment for 3 workouts a week to get started.**

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Title: Tails from the Fastlane, Ch. 5 by Buster Williamson Tags: Anal, Drugs, Fox, Jackal, M/M ((Wow... That took longer than expected. x.x Anyway, here it is, the fifth addition to the progressively more and more fucked up Tails from the Fastlane! Yeeeah... Maybe the next chapter will be better? Oh yeah. More marijuana and gay sex ahead. If it ain't your thing, or you're offended by it to the extent of whining, this ain't your story.)) Tails from the Fastlane, Ch. 5 By Buster Williamson The aftermath of Brock's death had cast a shadow over Fusetown, the small city that had been made famous by every form of media imaginable over the course of one night. It was a little more than a year after the incident had occurred, the change of seasons from summer to fall nearly completed, as it was late October now. Preston's reputation exploded throughout the school over time, leaving him with more loyal friends than he could count, though he hadn't forgotten about any of those who'd been there for him since the beginning. He and Adrik were now closer than ever, at the peak of their relationship as it would seem to most. Troy and Michael had only just began to get serious with their dating, and Skyler, as usual, remained the hopeless lone romantic. The five friends were for the most part, inseparable. Troy groaned and half opened his eyes as he heard the phone next to his mattress ring. He reached out to answer it, but couldn't make the distance while he was spooning with his gecko lover. "Michael..." The bat gently shook him. "Get that, please." The gecko yawned and stirred a bit, reaching over and fumbling around a few empty bottles of Smirnoff on the floor before finding the receiver and picking it up. "Mmn... Hello?" "Dude! Tonight's the night!" Adrik's excited voice blurted out on the other end. "What the hell are you talking about...?" "Oh, hey Mike. Kawa Tzu, Dark Tranquility, and Nevermore are playing a concert in Atlantis City tonight at eight o' clock, and Preston got us five tickets! All we need is a ride." Michael chuckled lightly, tilting his head toward the male holding him from behind. "Hey Troy, you game for seeing Tzu, Dark Tranquility, and Nevermore tonight?" The bat lifted his head up a bit. "What, are you fuckin' kidding me? Who is that?" "Adrik. Guy says Preston's got tickets and we're invited if we loan 'em some wheels." Troy sat up quickly, grabbing the phone as a wide smile curled across his lips. "Coon, get your ass in gear! We're going to Atlantis City tonight!" Michael laughed, taking the phone back. "We'll be over in a few hours. Later." He hung up and sat up, placing a soft kiss on Troy's muzzle. "No getting high in my new car, either." The bat smirked and kissed back. "You are absolutely no fun, sir." A shiny green Lincoln Navigator rolled into Adrik's drive way around five, the horn blaring a few times. It was about a two hour drive to Atlantis City, so Michael figured they'd get a head start. Adrik, Preston, and Skyler darted out of the front door, each wearing black shirts and jeans. They jumped in the back of the SUV, the raccoon and white fox taking a window seats, leaving the jackal to sit in the middle. Troy looked back at them and grinned. "Shotgun!" "Hey, it's all good. Here..." Preston reached into his pocket, pulling out a few tickets and handing them to them to the two in the front. "These might help." Michael nodded, taking the slips of paper and stashing them away in the glove compartment. He put the large vehicle in reverse and carefully backed out, then headed down the road toward the highway. "We got two hours of carpooling fun ahead of us, so I hope ya'll brought some sort of entertainment." Skyler smiled and retrieved his Nintendo DS from his pocket. "Check." The raccoon reached over and grabbed Preston's crotch. "Check, indeed..." Preston smacked the invading hand, laughing as Adrik pulled away quickly with an 'Ow!' "This is going to be one long ass drive." Michael took a deep breath and pressed the gas, hoping dearly that this would not be a mistake. An hour crawled by slowly, the speeding SUV now on the freeway and headed towards the big city. The FM radio was tuned to a jazz station, the only sort of music Michael could bear driving to under such intense conditions as those on the freeway. Adrik sighed and slumped his head against the window, digging through his pockets and retrieving a light green pack of menthol cigarettes. "Is it okay to smoke in here?" The gecko shrugged. "Tobacco, sure. Just roll down the window and don't flick ashes in the floor." Preston pulled out a lighter, holding it to the slender stick poking out of Adrik's mouth and igniting the tip. "Remind me to hit you up for one later." The raccoon nodded, rolling down the window slightly and taking a small puff. "Goddammit..." Skyler huffed and turned off his handheld game, slipping it back into his pocket. "How much longer until we get there? I don't think I can take another game over." Troy laughed. "Another hour, I'd imagine." The white fox leaned his head against the window and stared out at the road blurring by, trying to ignore Preston and Adrik beginning to fondle each other beside him. Their faint giggles and embracing weighed down heavily on his heart, even though he knew they still cared about him. Even Michael and Troy would occasionally hold hands and shoot passionate winks to one another. 'Stop it, Skyler... You're here to enjoy yourself...' he thought to himself, gritting his teeth. "Exit fifty five! HAH!" The gecko maneuvered the vehicle over a lane and turned into the exit, the radio beginning to play a slow swing tune as Troy reached over and scritched him beneath the chin. "This is a lot easier than I thought..." The sky had already fallen to darkness by the time they'd reached downtown Atlantis City. The raccoon and jackal had fallen asleep in each other's arms, Troy was on his last cigarette, and Skyler had finally redeemed interest in his game. Michael put a hand over his muzzle and made a crackling noise. "Csssht... This is your captain speaking. We are now arriving at our destination, so please fasten your seat belts and WAKE UP!" Adrik jumped, looking around frantically before realizing he was still safe in the backseat. "Jesus, don't do that!" The two males up front broke out into laughter as Preston batted an eye, yawning and sitting up. "Ahhh... We there yet?" "Hell yeah." Troy threw his cigarette butt out the window and rolled it back up, pointing to the giant arena packed with cars and groups of people just across the road. The traffic took a few minutes to clear up, but eventually Michael found an opening and pulled into the vast, crowded parking lot, stopping in a space near the back where it seemed they'd have to walk half a mile to get to the arena. He put the SUV in park, turning off the ignition and grabbing the tickets from the dash. Everyone exited from the vehicle and stretched, the bleeping noise of the door lock sounding to assure them the Navigator was secured. The group of teenagers proceeded down the long walk to the arena, where they were awe struck at the enormous line waiting for them at the main entrance. "Oh fuck, it's already 7:30! We're never going to get in there on time!" Adrik exclaimed, his shoulders slumping down in disappointment. Preston patted him on the shoulder. "Relax, hon. We'll make it, don't worry! You guys still got your tickets?" Everyone nodded except for Adrik and Skyler, who began patting themselves down furiously. "Shit!" they yelled out simultaneously. The two looked at each other. "No! This isn't happening!" Skyler dug through his pockets some more, but found nothing. "You guys didn't leave them on the kitchen counter, did you?" Preston asked, frowning. The two went silent, then drooped their heads. Troy sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Oh God, you're fucking kidding me..." Skyler shook his head, his large blue eyes growing wide with sadness. "I've got an idea." Adrik tugged on the white fox's tail, grinning. "This place is huge, there's got to be some back entrances, right?" "No way, how are we getting past all the security!?" The fox yanked his tail back. A grin curled across Adrik's lip, his dark eyes narrowing with a deviant glimmer. "I'm a motherfucking raccoon, I'll find a way..." He grabbed Skyler's arm and tugged him, then looked back over to the others. "We'll meet you guys on the inside. If all else fails, spend the night in the car, and we'll find each other in the morning." Skyler reluctantly gave in and followed, whining as he looked back to the main entrance. "I don't like the sound of this..." said Michael with a sigh. "Fuck it, let's go get in line." Troy winked, heading off and followed soon after by the other remaining two friends with tickets. Adrik and Skyler walked around the arena until they found the band unloading area, where a few moving trucks and three huge tour buses were parked. A couple of security guards, a lanky fox and a short black rat, had positioned themselves just outside of the huge sliding doors of the loading bay. Other than them, the two friends didn't see anyone else in sight... The raccoon grinned. "Right... So we crawl underneath those two trucks side by side, and wait for them to take a break. When they move, we make a run for it." "What!? That's insane! What if they get two more guys to take their places!?" Adrik held a finger to his lips. "Shhh! Dammit, man... They can probably hear us..." They looked over to see the guards still sitting there, staring at the ground. Adrik and Skyler silently moved into the shadows, crouching down and walking low to avoid the light of a few overhead street lamps. The two hid along the side of the truck and peeked beneath it, seeing that the guards hadn't budged a single bit. "This is going to take forever," complained Skyler. Rolling up his pants leg and reaching into his sock, the coon pulled out a slim blunt and sniffed it. "I got just the thing to pass the time." He retrieved his lighter, igniting it and holding the flame steadily to the tip. The white fox rolled his eyes. "Fine. Just this once, only because tonight is starting to suck so bad..." Adrik took a long draw, puffed a few more times, and let the strong smoke drift from his lips to his nostrils, taking it deep into his lungs and holding it. He passed it to Skyler after he was sure he wasn't going to cough, though almost wanted to laugh at the terrified expression on the small fox's face. Skyler hesitantly took the blunt, toking it only for a few seconds before he buried his muzzle into his arm to keep from coughing. Adrik restrained a cackle and took it back, exhaling the smoke. "Dude, you have a long way to go..." Meanwhile, on the inside, pyro effects exploded all around a large stage. The lights suddenly flashed bright, all the members of the band standing and ready. Tzu walked out from backstage to join his fellow band mates on the high platform facing thousands of screaming furs. The dragon sitting behind a large double bass electric drum set began the beat for their opening song, 'Soulproof'. Dakar, the large dark panther on the left side of the stage, pounded his thumb against a thick bass string. Behind a set of four keyboards stood a lithe, red vixen, cueing the harmonizing synth. With that, the song suddenly kicked into full swing, as Tzu and Blasphemy began playing away on grinding lead and rhythm guitars. Troy, Michael, and Preston looked up at the band and began screaming with the sea of fans surrounding them. Wherever their other two friends were now, they didn't know, but it had slipped their minds that they were even gone at this point. The blue raccoon singing on stage was now the center of their attention, along with many others'. The outside air was getting cold and crisp, and neither Adrik nor Skyler had worn long sleeves. The fox was slumped against the side of the truck, playing his Nintendo DS with the sound off as Adrik watched with a dropped jaw. Suddenly, the speeding car on the small, glowing screen ran off the race course and straight into a wall. Without even thinking, Skyler burst out with loud laughter. The raccoon grabbed his friend's muzzle at once, holding it shut. "Goddammit, dude! Be quiet, there's--" It was too late. The two security guards stood looking down at them with their arms crossed. The fennec looked over to the rat, frowning. "I think they're stoned, should we call the cops?" "Hell 'naw! And us lose our jobs for not payin' any attention?" The young coon and fox looked up at the guards, their reddened eyes growing wide with fear. The rat rolled his eyes and picked the two boys up by their collars. "Listen, ya'll get on outta' here, and don't let us catch you comin' back 'round again!" Adrik yanked away, pulling Skyler along with him as they took off running back to the parking lot from whence they came. The two stopped as soon as they reached the sidewalk that spread across the front side of the huge, circular building, nearly out of breath. Skyler gasped. "Oh god... I'm never... EVER doing that again!" Suddenly, a high pitched raspy voice spoke out from behind them. "Lighten up, it was just a bad first experience." They turned around to see a tall, pale ferret with an orange Mohawk leaning against the wall. The large male straightened out his leather jacket and walked over to them. "You guys get kicked out or something?" Adrik shook his head. "We lost our tickets... We just really wanted to see Kawa Tzu..." The ferret chuckled, patting them both on the back. "Tough break, kid. Name's Kris, and if you want, I could introduce you to them whenever they finish their set." Skyler sighed and turned back around. "No thanks, sir. I don't feel like getting raped tonight on top of not getting to see my favorite bands perform live..." Kris scoffed and dug through his pockets for a moment, tossing two VIP passes into their laps and snapping his fingers. "They're going to want to get blitzed once we're all settled in, and I am NOT going through the hell of walking through another ghetto looking for the same shit I can smell on the both of you. Now, if you have more herb and you'd like to share, you're welcome to smoke with the band, regards of the mothafuckin' blue coon himself." Skyler grabbed the Adrik's arms, looking over to him and staring into his eyes. "Tell me you have more weed!" The raccoon jumped, then looked up at the ferret, then back at Skyler. "Of course I have more, but... Oh to hell with it, let's go!" They hopped up and followed Kris back to the bus, smiling and waving to the two security guards on their way in. "Stupid brats..." the fennec muttered to himself, looking back down at his newspaper. A little more than an hour later, the members of Nevermore were preparing to go on as Tzu and the band packed their gear back into the moving truck and boarded their bus. A large, burly gorilla wearing a bullet proof vest and ripped jeans sat down in the driver's seat and cranked the bus up, then looked back to everyone in the back. "Ya'll just wanna' leave 'er runnin' for the night?" The blue raccoon yawned and looked up, nodding his head as he stroked a hand over his neatly spiked purple hair. "Ah, sure Trisight... Make sure that creepy stalker doesn't try to break in again." He glanced over to the dragon passed out in the passenger seat, still holding his drumsticks. "And it's your turn to wake up Marco in the morning. I don't feel like taking anymore concussions from that scaly fuck." Trisight laughed, walking back out the large door and waving a huge hand. "Consider it taken care of. I'm going to go get some food." Tzu rolled his eyes and looked around again. Something wasn't right. "Where in the bloodied name of Christ is Kris? Isn't he supposed to bring us back some sticky?" A cough came from the back of the bus, footsteps padding their way to the front as the small, gray raccoon and white fox stumbled through the separating curtains. "Er, we got that for you, Mr. Tzu." The lithe vixen seated at the table by the window giggled, waving to them. "Nice to see that ferret came through after all..." Blasphemy, who was sitting across from her, frowned. "How do we know we can trust them?" Skyler cleared his voice, shakily raising a paw. "Um... If I may, we've been big fans of yours for a long time, and right now... Holy shit, I can't believe it's really you guys!" Adrik gave the white fox a small shove and laughed. "Dude, you sound like such a fan boy..." The raccoon reached into his pocket and slid out a hulking bag of grass, the size of the gorilla's fist. He tossed it into the blue raccoon's lap, who now looked dumbfounded. "'Deh boys be good in my book." Dakar smirked over to Tzu, slapping a handful of thick, tan rolling papers into his palm. "You want to do the honors?" Tzu shrugged, then looked back over to the two teenagers standing in the middle of the bus. "Turn on the purple lights and let's go to the back." "Agh!" Preston fell hard on his ass as the crowd in front of him missed his stage dive. He quickly pulled himself to his feet as to not be trampled on, then looked around for any signs of Adrik and Skyler. The jackal huffed a sigh, walking back over to Troy and Michael, who were now laughing at him. "Seriously, that would have been awesome!" the bat said, leaning against the railing near the center isle. Preston scratched the back of his head and looked down. "Yeah, I still haven't seen either one of those slippery bastards around here, I think they might have gotten caught..." The lead guitarist of Nevermore stood on the edge of the head speakers lining the front of the stage, exploding into a solo as the lights around him flashed and changed colors. The furs around them began screaming, throwing up the horns in salute to the rockers. "Don't worry about them, they're two of the craftiest guys we know! 'Sides, the Navigator has plenty of space for sleeping," the gecko's words assured him. The dark jackal shrugged, then joined in with everyone else and cheered on the playing band. Tzu let out a loud cough as he exhaled the smoke in his lungs, handing the thick blunt to Dakar, who was now leaning on his shoulder. The back of the tour bus was like one gigantic u-shaped couch, gleaming with an exterior of red leather cushions. Skyler sat extremely close to Blasphemy, and could almost feel his warm breath on the side of his cheek. "I'm telling you, Millennium Media is fucking us over. Look at this..." The vixen handed a folded sheet of paper to Tzu. The blue raccoon looked over the document, then shrugged. "Looks like a handy piece of paper, Traviata. The quarter million dollar advance for our new album is all I need to see. Then again, I'm kinda' baked... Anyone here good with numbers and shit?" Skyler leaned over and glanced at the sheet. "Here..." Tzu shrugged and handed him the sheet, grinning to the vixen who was now taking her turn smoking. "Let's see..." Skyler looked over the sheet for just a few minutes, and then his eyes went wide. "Um... I think what Traviata said was an understatement..." The silver jackal looked down with a frown. "How so?" "With the manager's cut, the equipment expenses, studio fees, and the total balance... My God, you guys are minus fourteen thousand dollars in royalty!" Skyler looked over the sheet again, shaking his head. "I don't understand... If I'm reading this correctly, then by the end of the game Millennium Media is expecting well over half a million dollars in profit for themselves, your producer is taking a good hundred grand, and with all your agents and lawyers... That's going to leave you with about four thousand dollars each at the end of this whole thing." "What!?" Blasphemy snatched the sheet of paper, eyes shooting wide as a snarl erupted from his muzzle. After looking it over for only a few moments, whatever the young fox had said was obvious to him as well. "Holy shit, the kid is right!" They passed around the paper several times, a look of disbelief smothering each of their faces. Dakar let out a deep sigh. "We should have known better than to trust that A&R representative... There's no way out of the contract, as much as I hate to say it." Tzu slapped himself on the forehead. "Total... buzz... kill..." Adrik spoke up after having stayed silent for a while, narrowing his eyes. "There's always a way... My cousins are big fans, and I think they're connected with the Solsetskaya branch of the Russian mafia. They'd be happy to shake down some American corporate executives." The blue raccoon stood up, crossing his arms. "If you're being serious, then that might just work... And you, fox kid, what's your name?" "S-Skyler." "You are more than welcome to be our new manager." The tall raccoon then turned and began heading to the front, motioning for the others to follow. "Blasphemy and Skyler, stay here and work through this contract bullshit some more. Everyone else, we're going to pay Terry Lyle a visit..." He tossed Adrik a cell phone as they crossed into the front of the bus. "Get your cousins on the phone..." The white fox looked up to the much larger jackal still sitting at his side and smiled. "You're awesome, Blasphemy..." "You're just high," he chuckled. "Don't worry, I still am a little... But you've just pulled us out of a hell of a situation that could have eaten our career... And please, call me Cameron." For whatever reason that compelled him, Skyler leaned over and rested his head on the silver jackal's bare stomach, just below the large tattoo of an ankh on his chest. He looked up, feeling a soft pat on the back of his head. His eyelids were growing heavier, and soon he could no longer help but slip into a deep slumber there on a guy who he'd only dreamt of meeting a few nights ago. A great deal of time had passed, and Dark Tranquility had just finished their performance. An aroma of sweat and beer filled the air as furs piled out of the arena in droves, the roads around the place practically blocked off by all the traffic now. Michael, Troy, and Preston made their way back to the green SUV, climbing in and folding down the backseats. "That was awesome, guys... But I really hope Adrik and Skyler show up soon, or at least in the morning." The dark jackal laid near the rear hatch as Troy and Michael began making themselves comfortable. The gecko smiled, brushing a finger over Troy's cheek. "They'll turn up, I'm just going to feel really bad if they missed out on having fun like we did. I've never been to a real rock concert before..." Troy kissed him on the snout, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him closer. "I'm glad to have shown you your first." He looked over to Preston for a moment, raising his brows. "And don't worry, I'm sure Adrik has enough weed for the both of them." Michael cocked his head, rubbing the bat's shoulders. "You don't really think he could have gotten Skyler to take a hit, do you?" "I don't know, but I'm sure there's going to be some interesting stories in store if he did..." Preston sighed and curled up, closing his eyes as he tried to focus on nodding off as soon as possible. He'd really wanted his little raccoon lover to be there with him on that night, and with Troy and Michael's cute talk and cuddling, he now knew how Skyler must have felt... A few hours later, the white fox slowly opened his eyes and looked up to see Blasphemy, nearly making him jump. "I think I'm still stoned..." The silver jackal yawned and blinked a few times, then looked down and chuckled. "Heh, no... Just really comfortable drooling all over me, apparently." Skyler blushed a deep, crimson red, wiping up the spit from around his maw and Cameron's stomach. "Aw man, I'm really sorry... I guess I just sort of passed out. I uh, hope that wasn't weird for you or anything." "Relax, I would have thrown you off if I didn't think you were cute." Cameron patted him on the back of the head. "Oh, thanks." Then the fox realized what was just said, and nearly jumped. "Wait, whaa!?" "Come on now, bisexual rockers is nothing new. Just don't tell anyone..." "I won't! I mean, I am too, but you... you think I'm cute?" The silver jackal nodded. "Yeah, why else what I have said so?" Skyler looked off to the side for a moment, then up into the other male's icy blue eyes. "Does that mean I can sit in your lap?" "Sure, but it doesn't have to stop there... I've been lonely for a while watching Tzu flirt with the fans and get all the attention." "I know exactly how you feel... sort of." The white fox shyly straddled Cameron's lap, now eye level with him. "I've always wondered about you, dreamed of you, but shooed those thoughts away because they seemed too far fetched... You're really interested in me?" Skyler suddenly felt a bulge beneath his rear, his ears perking up. The jackal leaned over and licked his nose. "Does that tell you anything?" The young fur could only nod, reaching beneath him and stroking the tent in the blue camouflage pants. Cameron ran his paw over the fox's, then pulled his zipper down, letting his pulsing pink member slide into the open. Skyler unfastened his pants and shook them off, then pulled his shirt over his head and threw it over his shoulder into the floor. He pressed his bare upper body to the jackal's, murring quietly at the feel of the warmth. The tip of Cameron's member rubbed gently below Skyler's tail, caressing just around the rim of his tight hole. He heard a slight whimper from the fox's lips, which reminded him... Lubricant. Cameron reached between one of the cushions beneath him, grabbing a small bottle of lube and squirting a handful into his palm. The silver jackal smeared the cool gel over his throbbing cock, making it sleek and shiny. Once slick enough, he returned his tip to the fox's tail hole, gently sliding it upwards into the small male's warm depths. "Mmm..." The jackal took hold of Skyler's hips and began slowly bucking up into him, letting the fox slide down afterwards each time. Cameron wrapped his fingers around the other male's member, covering it in what was left over of the gel and pawing it off as his own rod continued to penetrate the tight pucker of Skyler's tail hole. The two moaned together and kept a steady pace for a while, but soon Cameron felt the member in his paws pulse with increasing excitement, knowing his new partner was going to blow soon. The jackal bit down on his lower lip as he began thrusting his cock furiously into Skyler. The fox's anal muscles shifted around the slick, pink length inside him, making the pleasure ripple throughout his shaking, sweaty body. It came as a surprise when a sudden rush of thick, warm seed flooded Skyler's insides, sending shockwaves throughout him. With a loud gasp, the fox's own member jolted in Cameron's grasp and shot several loads of cum onto the jackal's chest, covering bits of the ankh tattoo. Cameron's load continued pumping into the tight hole until his orgasm gradually calmed to a slow moving stream, both of the males collapsing sideways on each other. Skyler jumped as he felt the thick cock pulling out of him, but relaxed his weary head on the silver jackal's shoulder and sighed. "W-wow... That... That was nice..." Cameron smiled. "You know, this is usually the part where I toss you off and send you on your way before I go to sleep." The fox frowned, tilting his head to the side. "...But I wouldn't feel right without you on me right now. I think I really like you, Skyler. You know, if you become our manager, maybe... we can do this more often." Relief washed over the white fox, his heart throbbing from Cameron's words. "That would make me... very, very happy. In ways that you can't possibly understand..." The jackal chuckled. "Oh, but I think I can. How are your parents going to take it if you do this?" Skyler shrugged. "I'm old enough to quit school. I guess I'll move out and stay on the road with you guys... Isn't that how it usually goes?" Cameron nodded. "I'm afraid so... You sure you don't mind going through with it all?" "This is going to kick ass!" the fox exclaimed, planting a kiss on the larger male's lips. Michael sat up as a knock came from the back window of his SUV. "Uhhh..." He blinked a few times and looked outside, seeing Adrik and Skyler standing there with Kawa Tzu and the rest of the band members! The gecko shook Troy and Preston awake, then pointed out and opened the rear hatch. He immediately noticed a large gorilla wrestling the dragon, Marco, to the ground behind them. Adrik winked. "Hey, I found a way." Troy could hardly believe his eyes. "Holy shit! What... what's going on!?" The tall, silver jackal rested a paw on Skyler's shoulder, then kissed the top of his head. "Guys, this is my new boyfriend, Blasphemy." The fox narrowed his eyes, smirking as he saw the look of disbelief in each of his friends' eyes. "I'll be moving in with him soon." A thud came from the ground as Trisight yanked a pair of drumsticks away from the dragon's swinging fists. "Relax! You're awake now!" "Man, so am I..." Preston glanced over the scene, then rubbed the back of his head in confusion. ((Okay. I think I had too much fun with this one. Tell me how you liked or hated it, as always! Drop a line to me at [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) I've been getting all your emails, and loving the comments. 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Title: How Two Women Wrecked My Celibate Life Tags: anal, blackmail, step-sister, bisexual female, group sex, oral, cum swallowing, reluctant, virginity *A fictional erotic story of a man practicing to become a priest, his step-sister who still needs to grow up, and a college professor who uses blackmail to take advantage of it all.* \*\*\*\*\* **Chapter I** "Our Father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name..." Jonah McClain, twenty two, average build, pretty handsome, black hair, brown eyes, very social, well liked, hung nine inches, and still a virgin...yes, you read this right. Such a waste of potential? To be a pornstar? To satisfy women? He did not think so. You see, Jonah was a very kind person with a good heart. He was always kind to his neighbors and treated others the way he wanted to be treated. He loved his enemies. He was that filled with kindness. He was so peaceful, he could not even hurt a fly. His way of getting rid of a fly would be to open up a window to let it out. Now what does this have to do with Jonah's virginity? The very reason why he was such a good person was the same reason he was still a virgin. It is something many believe is the source of many problems...religion. Jonah had many opportunities to lose his virginity, but he turned it all down saying 'It's a sin.' or 'We must stay pure.' Eventually, all the girls in high school lost interest and stopped pursing him. Once he graduated from high school, he was torn between many careers: Engineer, Biologist, Computer Technician. The list could go on. He eventually decided to pursue priesthood after two years in college doing Gen Ed classes. Some of his interests deteriorated during college, but what stayed with him was his religious faith. Jonah was very devoted to staying a virgin until marriage. What helped was that he never dated too much during high school. If he did, she would want sex and he would refuse. The girl would not stick around long after that. He decided that priesthood would be the best option for him. He thought 'Eh, well, people are too sinful now, there's no such thing as an abstinent laity anymore.' So here he was now at his local church praying. "...and lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil. Amen." "My son, you will make a fine priest." said Father Andre, the priest of the parish. "Thank you father, I can't wait to take my vows." "Yes my son, you are two more years away from finishing your schooling." "I'm sorry father, but I have to go to the airport, my step-sister is going to be moving in with me. My dad remarried my step-mom and my step-sister's school is right next to mine. So, the family decided it would be best for her to live with me." "I see. Then go my son, we wouldn't want her to wait all day." "Thank you father." "Bring her to church some time." "I was already thinking it." "I'll see you later Jonah, take care." "Thank you, you too father." Jonah left the church and headed for his car. He looked in the back seat to see that his sign reading 'McClain' was still back there. He got in his car, started it, and drove to the airport. As he was on the freeway, he thought back to when he last saw his step-sister, Alyssa. It had been ten years. He was nine and she was seven when they first met. They would always play together when they were kids. Life was good for them until their parents' marriage was going downhill. After three years of marriage, their parents divorced. Alyssa left with her mother and he stayed with his father. They were both devastated, but Jonah recovered after time had passed. As Jonah was thinking back to the memories of him and his step-sister during their childhood, his phone went off. RING! RING! RING! Jonah answered his phone, but put it on speaker so it did not distract him while driving. "Hello?" "Hey son, are you with Alyssa?" "No not yet, I'm still on the road. I'm heading to the airport as we speak." "Oh okay, just call me when you're both home. I'm just checking on you two." "Thanks dad, I appreciate it." "No son, thank *you*. You saved us a lot of money by agreeing to let Alyssa stay with you while she goes to school." "Hey, it's no biggie. I *am* going to be a priest after all. I can't turn my back on my enemies, let alone, my own family." "I know son, I'm grateful. But don't expect me to call you father once you're ordained." "I won't *father*." Jonah joked. They both laughed and said their goodbyes. Before Jonah knew it, he was already at the airport. He got out of his car and took the sign out from the back, excited to see his step-sister again. He entered the airport and got to the area where everyone arrived. He was standing there holding a sign for Alyssa to see. "Jonah?!" Jonah turned his head slightly to his left to see a beautiful woman with long dark hair and hazel eyes. She looked very happy to see him. Was it really Alyssa? Maybe. Alyssa did have the same hair and eye color. He did not expect to recognize her right off the bat, the last time he saw her was ten years ago after all. If it was her, she looked very different. She was now a beautiful mature young woman. The woman approached him. "A...Alyssa?" "Jonah!" Alyssa ran up to Jonah and gave him a big hug. He smiled and hugged her back. Finally, they had been reunited after so many years. It felt nice for both of them to hug each other again. Jonah took her bags and they both left the airport. He put her bags in the trunk and they both got into the car. As Jonah was driving, Alyssa started to speak. "So, is it true that you're gonna be a priest?" "Yeah, I'm almost there." Jonah smiled. "Oh, so you're gonna be a stick in the mud from now on then, huh?" "Hey! I can still be fun. We'll still have fun together, you'll see." "Okay." Alyssa said cheerfully. It started to feel like the good old days being able to talk to each other. As they got to Jonah's place, he helped unload Alyssa's bags from the car and showed her her new room. Alyssa was not displeased at the slightest. She was very grateful for even having a place to stay. She turned to Jonah and gave him a hug. "Thank you Jonah!" **Chapter II** The two socialized for the rest of the day. "Did your dad ever tell you how he and my mom ended up together again?" "He said he saw her at the mall and greeted her. They apologized for all that happened and the fire rekindled. Something like that." "Yeah, I was with her at the mall, but not when your dad approached her." "Oh okay, so you were living with her?" "Yeah...It's a bit embarrassing, I've never left home until now. This is the first time I've been away from my mom. I was very nervous about traveling alone and living alone. Until you agreed to let me stay with you." "Hey that's what family does. They look out for each other." Alyssa smiled happily at his sense of virtue. The two continued to talk and it was already night time. Jonah went to the kitchen and started to make them some dinner. Alyssa stood there and watched as Jonah was making some delicious stir fried chicken and vegetables. "Mmm, that smells good." "Don't worry, it'll be ready in no time." "Thanks." The two ate and then got ready for bed. Alyssa went to her room and Jonah went to his. As he lied on his bed, he just remembered that he forgot to give Alyssa a blanket. He quickly grabbed one and headed to her room. He opened the door to find Alyssa wearing her pajama pants and only her bra on top. "Ahh!" "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry Alyssa!" "Knock first!" Jonah quickly closed the door and waited for Alyssa. He thought to himself, 'Wow, did that really just happen? I can't believe I walked in on Alyssa wearing only her bra on top. That's embarrassing.' After this thought, Jonah's mind wandered to Alyssa's bra, then her large C's... 'No! What am I thinking?! This is your step-sister for crying out loud! It's sinful! I cannot be led astray from my path!' The door opened. "Oh hey Alyssa, sorry about that, I just wanted to give you this." "It's okay, just knock next time." "Will do." The two step-siblings smiled at each other. Jonah felt that their current bond may one day become stronger than it was ten years ago. The thought gave him a happy and warm comfortable feeling. The next day, Alyssa had finished getting ready for her first day of school. Jonah dropped her and went to his school. She was quite excited to meet the new people, both faculty and staff. Her first class was English. She enjoyed it and met new faces. She continued the day until it was after lunch. She had general biology. Alyssa thought to herself, 'Haha, talk about Jonah's worst enemy.' She sat down, expecting some old lady or old man like all her other classes. However, she was quite surprised to find the opposite. She was a younger woman in her mid-thirty's possibly. She was a brunette with long hair that wore glasses, giving her this hot cute nerd girl look. However, Alyssa quickly noticed, along with all the boys in her class, that this professor was also different from what she expected in another way. She stared at her breasts. She was a D cup for sure. Alyssa thought to herself, 'For some reason, I'm starting to not like her...' She had a cold stare, like she was some kind of serial killer. It scared Alyssa. She then remembered overhearing people talk about this professor. It was rumored that she was one of the hardest professors on campus. 'Sally? Swanson? Simmy?...Summers!' 'Angela Summers' the board read. She wrote her name on the board and spoke in an intimidating firm tone, "I am Professor Summers. I am here to do one thing only. Teach you the basics of biology." Alyssa was already not liking this class. The concepts were hard, every guy was too preoccupied with the professor's body, and worst of all, the professor herself. She said she was teaching them basics, yet Alyssa had never heard of things like a null hypothesis. What the fuck is that? She knew what a hypothesis was, but why complicate this by giving different types? She thought this was general biology with basics, not the advanced stuff. The professor gave out a pre-test for the course. Alyssa looked at the first question and already lost all hope. She read in her head, 'What is the difference between Mitosis and Meiosis?' 'What the fuck, I don't know! Next one.' 'Where in the body are Carbohydrates, Proteins, and Lipids first digested?' 'Okay, I know what carbs and proteins are. Lipids...fats! Uh...' Alyssa wrote 'stomach' for that question, feeling a bit more confident in herself. Her morale shifted and she thought, 'Yeah, that's it!' 'Next one, what are the two main components of a virus?' 'Uh, next, what is the difference between Evolution and adaptation?' 'Next...Next...Next...' Alyssa's mood quickly switched back and she felt discouraged again. She was going to die here in this class. After the class had finally finished, she quickly exited out while all the boys eagerly approached Professor Summers. The rest of her classes were as easy going as her other classes prior to general biology. She was happy about that. At least she only had to worry over one class. After the day had finished, Jonah picked her up and she told him about her day and how she had become very popular in school. Jonah was happy for her. He knew she would be fine. As the two got home, Jonah asked Alyssa, "Would you like to come to church with me?" Alyssa did not hate religion; she was just not much of a religious person. She decided to make up an excuse not to go. "Oh, sorry Jonah, I already got lots of homework and I wanna get it out of the way ASAP." "Oh, okay, no worries, I'll be back." "Okay." Jonah left their place and Alyssa had it all to herself. She liked her new living arrangement. She did not have to worry about her mother being nosey about her business. She trusted that Jonah would not be like that. She was happy she finally got to see him again. He was really the only person she admired in life. Her mother would always move from place to place after she and Jonah's father divorced. She never got a chance to meet new people and bond with them as much as she did with Jonah. She could not even date too much because of all that. For the past ten years, she always thought about him. She found it hard to believe that she was not only reunited with him, she was also living with him. "Jonah..." Alyssa opened her eyes and realized that she was sitting on the couch with her hand in her pants. 'This can't be good.' she thought to herself. She always thought about Jonah, but not in that way. Alyssa decided to continue masturbating since she was already in an aroused state. However, she did not want to have Jonah in her thoughts. That was her brother. Step-brother technically, but she still did not want to think about him. She switched her thoughts to other arousing subjects, but she still had Jonah popping up in her head. Alyssa figured that it was because she had not been touched by a man in so long. She began to reason to herself, 'Okay, I'll just do this once and it's not like anyone will know.' 'Yeah, I'll just play for a bit and relieve some stress from all the excitement today.' 'Besides, Jonah won't be back 'til who knows when.' 'Church probably takes an hour, doesn't it?' 'Jonah's not my blood brother.' 'Also, he is a very attractive man.' Alyssa started to strip, feeling naughty for doing so. It added to her thrill. She was now completely naked, stroking her clitoris. She put the finger of her free hand into her mouth and pretended it was Jonah's cock. "Oh yes...Jonah...stroke my clit..." While Alyssa was masturbating, Jonah turned around because he forgot his phone. He drove back and opened the door. He walked in with haste to get his phone and not be late. He completely forgot to call his father yesterday. He decided it would be best to talk to him and apologize while driving to Church. He then saw Alyssa naked on the couch masturbating. She opened her eyes and screamed. "Ahh! Jonah! What are you doing here?!" "Ah! Sorry! Sorry!" Jonah quickly covered his eyes and turned around. Alyssa snatched her clothes and quickly put them back on. She was bright red from embarrassment. She could not believe that Jonah had seen her naked. He had seen everything. He saw how lovely her bare breasts looked and she was sure that he also saw her small patch of pubic hair down there. "Okay, you can look." Jonah noticed that Alyssa was too ashamed to look at him. Her face was facing downwards as a means to avoid eye contact. Jonah did not have time for this. He quickly walked to his room and got his phone. As he was leaving, he accidentally bumped into Alyssa, who was about to explain herself and apologize to him. She looked him in the eyes and cowered her face away in embarrassment. She looked down, but then noticed that Jonah had an erection. She stood there and stared at it. He looked down to see what she was looking at. "Oh! A...Alyssa! I'm, I'm gonna be late for church, gotta go, I forgot my phone! See you after!" Jonah rushed out the door and turned on the car. He rushed out to the road hoping to get the image out of his head. His head was telling him no, but his other head was telling him otherwise. As he was driving, dialing his father's number on the phone, he noticed that his erection was still full. Was he actually getting aroused from the sight of his step-sister naked? 'No! I will not be led astray!' he thought to himself. "Hello?" his father said on speaker. 'Oh thank the Lord! Now it can stop.' "Hey dad, sorry for not calling earlier..." **Chapter III** Meanwhile, Alyssa went to her room and locked her door. She cursed herself for being so idiotic, 'Fucking dumbass! He saw you! He'll always remember you as some sex fiend! I'm sure that's what they're teaching him over there.' It then hit Alyssa, 'Wait! He had an erection...did he think I was...hot? Why else would he get one? A big one! It was huge! I wonder how big he is...oh my God! The thought of it going inside!' Alyssa noticed that she was touching herself again. She gave up. "Ah fuck it! Since my door's locked and I'm really horny..." Alyssa stroked her clitoris again. She stopped and took off all of her clothes and then continued. She stroked it tenderly and then moved her fingers down to her opening. As her fingers pressed at her lips, she moaned while fantasizing. "Jonah! You naughty boy! Trying to peak at me!" She fingered herself faster while saying, "Oh yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck me!" Alyssa put one of her nipples in her mouth to suck while her free hand caressed the other. She was close to climax. She licked and sucked on her nipple, enjoying the sensation while pinching her other one. As she did so, she fingered her pussy more vigorously. She leaked onto the bed from what she was doing. The thought of her and Jonah doing things was arousing because it was so taboo. "Oh Jonah! I'm cumming!" Alyssa kept her fingers in while she was climaxing. She finally pulled it out after to find them soaked in her juices. She put her fingers to her nose, sniffing her naughty scent. She opened her mouth and put her fingers in. She cleaned them with her tongue and imagined it was Jonah's cock after he had just freshly fucked her. She then said, "Okay, now I can concentrate on homework." As Jonah returned, he approached the living room with caution, not wanting history to repeat itself. Fortunately, he found Alyssa reading a book for class. She looked up and greeted him, "Oh, hey Jonah." Jonah did not want to bring up what had happened earlier, so he decided to bring something up to talk about. Anything. It was then that he noticed a picture of DNA in Alyssa's book. He quickly asked her, "Hey, are you studying biology?" "Yeah, the professor's a killer. I have to read 4 chapters by Wednesday." "Ouch." "I don't get any of this. DNA this, RNA that. Guamine, Thynine!" "It's actually Guanine and Thymine." "You know biology?!" "Yeah, I love it." "All this time, and I thought you would hate it." "Why? Just because I'm practicing to become a priest?" "..." "Do you want me to help y—" "Yes!" Jonah walked towards Alyssa and sat next to her on the couch. He explained the difference between DNA and RNA and how it relates to protein production. Alyssa listened to him attentively as he moved from the differences between prokaryotes and eukaryotes to processes of DNA replication, transcription, and translation. He tutored Alyssa until it was dark. He looked out the window and finally noticed that it was dark outside. "Oh my gosh, what time is it?!" Alyssa checked her phone and answered, "Oh, wow, its 7 p.m. already." "I better go start making dinner." "Okay." Jonah got up from the couch to head to the kitchen. Alyssa then said, "Hey Jonah..." Jonah turned to face Alyssa. "Yeah?" "...thanks." "You're very welcome, ask me for help anytime." The two smiled at each other and Alyssa was now at ease with the science class. Things were looking bright. There was no way this professor would wreck her academic career now. **Chapter IV** Angela Summers was a bright young woman with beauty that could not be matched by students and co-workers alike. Her female co-workers loathed her out of envy and her male co-workers loved her out of lust. It was okay, however, she liked it that way. She was both beauty and brains. She was not some ditz of a woman with *huge bazongas* like how most people would perceive her at first glance. She had a natural D cup, a beautiful face, and a round ass. Her legs and gut were nicely toned too from the daily exercise she would do. Angela really was so lucky to have such a *smokin' hot* body as she would overhear most of her male colleagues say about her. She really could have any man she wanted. Yet, here she was now, on her bed, taking a break from grading papers. She was stroking her clitoris with her fingers, easing her mind off of dealing with these dumb kids. She was an intelligent woman who had standards. Although many men would kiss the ground she walked, she did not have any interest in any of them because they were just a bunch of horny idiots. All the men she came across were either too dumb, too ugly, or too loose cannoned for her. It was rare that she would let a man touch her. The last time she let a man touch her was almost three years ago. She was basically a female equivalent of a blue balling man. She touched herself to relieve some stress caused by the idiocy of these kids and the lack of sex in her life. She stroked herself, pretending it was the perfect man licking her clitoris. "Oh yes! Lick my pussy!" She stopped the stroking and desperately looked around for a phallic object. She needed to have something inside her. She looked around the bed and found a pen. 'Nah, too small.' She thought. She continued to search and found her hairbrush. She decided to take off her clothes, since it would be more convenient to her. It also made her feels naughty being naked. She aimed the handle of the brush towards her wet opening and put only an inch in. Teasing herself, pretending that it was the perfect man teasing her. This made her want it more. "Oh please baby, don't tease me! Look how wet my pussy is!" She then shoved the whole brush handle in and cried out in ecstasy. She fucked herself at a medium rhythm while using her other hand to stroke her clitoris. She could smell her aroused scent and felt hot from it. However, this was not enough tonight. She needed more, because her male co-workers and students were being extra dumb today. She decided to relieve her stress in an extra naughty way tonight. It was something she just recently got into doing while masturbating. She turned her attention to the pen. She stopped masturbating and grabbed it. She took out the brush and put the pen in its place to lube it up. She spat on two of her fingers and moved her hand down below her vaginal opening. She rubbed her anus with her saliva coated fingers. She then pulled the pen out of her pussy and pressed it against her anus. "Oh, feeling kinky today are we? Yeah baby, put your finger in my ass!" Once the pen entered her rectum, she held it there while using her other hand to pick up the brush and reinsert it into her pussy. She began to moan, "Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it baby! Fuck me while you finger my ass! I'm such a dirty girl!" She moved the brush at a fast rhythm and the pen did not take long to catch up with the brush's pace. Angela fucked herself fast with her brush and pen as she kept thinking about her perfect man being the one doing all this to her. She was ready to climax. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Yeah! Fuck the shit outta me! Oh yes! I'm cumming!" Angela's body tensed up for a few seconds, then she relaxed on her bed, satisfied. Perhaps one day she would find someone worthy of fucking her. Perhaps... It had been a whole week since Alyssa moved in. Jonah noticed that Alyssa was not exactly the tidiest person. She made the place messier than it ever was before she came. He let it slide because she was still new and he was too overjoyed knowing that they were bonding again. They even started to call each other 'bro' and 'sis' again. Despite this, he had to put his foot down and let her know to clean after herself. He approached Alyssa's room and knocked. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "You can come in." Jonah opened her door. She was laying on her stomach on top of her bed looking on her laptop at something. He quickly noticed that her jeans were hugging snuggly around her ass. Jonah gulped and thought to himself, 'My gosh, the way woman dress during my generation.' "Hey sis, look, I need you to do a better job of cleaning after yourself. It's just, things are lying around and plates are stacked at the sink. There's even hair tumbleweeds around this place. It's been a whole week." "Oh, sorry bro, I'll get it done." "Thanks sis." Jonah left Alyssa's room and drove to church. Alyssa went back to her laptop. It was true, Alyssa was not the neatest person in the world, but who was? So she made the place a bit messy. She would clean it in no time...eventually. Jonah parked his car and locked it. He entered the church and immediately went to confession. He needed to repent for his sins. He had been masturbating a lot lately. More than usual. He was usually good at abstaining from it, but for some strange reason, he'd been doing it now more than ever. He went inside the confessional and Father Andre was in there, allowing him to confess his sins. "Forgive me father for I have sinned, it has been a week since my last confession. As of late, I have been giving into masturbation now more than I ever have before. I can't explain it. I try, but I fail at abstaining most times." "I see. Well my son, sexual desire is something within all of us as human beings. Man has been given the gift to reproduce, but we must not abuse that gift by wasting that that has been given the ability to create life. Has there been major changes in your lifestyle perhaps?" "Well, my step-sister lives with me now, but I know that it's not her. She's my sister and nothing would ever happen between us." "I see, perhaps a woman you have been talking to more so than before?" "Well I have been talking to this cashier more than usual, maybe it's her." "Well my son, there is nothing wrong with socializing with other people, but you must fight against the temptations of the flesh. Just keep working at abstaining from lustful desires. For your penance, pray three Hail Marys and find the strength to fight the urge. I hereby absolve you of your sins, go in peace my son." "Thank you father." Jonah left the confessional to kneel and pray for forgiveness. He had a feeling things would be better. That changes were to come in the future. **Chapter V** Back at home, Alyssa was still on her laptop. She had not touched the dishes in the sink, nor the broom to sweep her hair. She did not lift a finger to clean the place up. All she did was remove her jeans to make herself more comfortable on her bed. About an hour had passed and nothing was achieved in the house. She then heard the front door open. Jonah had returned home only to find the dishes still unclean and stacked in the sink and Alyssa's hair messy all over the floor. Alyssa's stuff was still lying around as well. Jonah could clearly see that she did not do anything to clean the place up. She had a whole hour to do something that took less than thirty minutes max. He quickly went to Alyssa's room to talk to her. He had to assert himself now, before this got out of hand. If she was already getting this bad during the first week, he could not imagine the next year or two. He opened the door without knocking and saw her in her underwear. Alyssa got mad at him. "Knock!!" "Sorry!" She took the blanket and put it over herself and then told Jonah it was safe to come in. She was a bit embarrassed and got a bit bitchy towards Jonah for not knocking. "What do you want?!" "Look sis, I need you to clean the place. I can't keep cleaning after you. I ask you again to please clean after—" "I'll get to it, now leave!" Jonah was starting to get a bit angry at her tone. She had messed the place while he cooked for both of them. He even helped her with her biology homework and yet, this is how she repaid him? He wanted to raise his voice at her, but he knew better than to do so. He controlled himself saying calmly, "Thanks sis." "Alright." Jonah closed her door and he walked to his room to change. 'Alright?' He did not care too much for such a tone. He was being patient with her, but if this continues, he was going to have to crack down on her. Alyssa just realized that she did not even do any of her studying for biology today. She would most likely have a pop quiz tomorrow from that bitch of a professor, Summers. She quickly put on some jeans and grabbed her biology book. She headed to Jonah's room and opened his door. She saw him shirtless with only jeans on. He quickly grabbed a shirt and put it on. He did not like that she just got mad at him for not knocking, yet she barges into his room. However, he was not one to lose his temper so quickly. He calmed himself from all negativity and asked, "What is it sis?" "I need your help with bio again bro, pleeeease?" Jonah had no other choice. It was the good person inside him. He could not turn his back on his sister if she needed help. But before he could answer her, she tossed her book aside and got down on her knees to beg. Alyssa knew that she had not done anything Jonah asked her to do and she still needed to ask him for help. She did not want him to think she was taking him for granted, so she got to her knees. "Alright sis, but I need you to clean up once we're done with this." "Yes! I will! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Alyssa was so overjoyed by Jonah's patience that she gave him a hug while still on her knees. Her face rubbed into his groin. Jonah started to feel that same feeling before he would masturbate. His cock was erect seconds after Alyssa removed her face from his groin. She got to her feet and bent down to get her book that she tossed to the floor. It was then that she noticed his erection. She put her fingers to her mouth and had a look of shock on her face. Jonah was embarrassed and tried to explain himself. "Sis, I...uh—" "Uh...we can do this later." "Sorry, I..." Alyssa started to walk hastily into her room. "Sis, wait!" She ignored him and closed her door and locked it. Jonah went after her, but stopped. He knew that talking to her was not the best option. He figured that it would be best to just leave her alone. He decided to stand outside her door and tell her, "Hey sis, look, I'm sorry. How about I make dinner for us? I'll be outside. You can come out when you're ready." Jonah walked away from Alyssa's room and started to prepare dinner for the two of them. Alyssa was sitting on her bed. She was starting to get those arousing taboo thoughts again. She told herself 'just this once', but now the urge was coming back. She needed to touch herself while thinking of Jonah again. She opened up her laptop and started searching up 'step-brother' and 'step-sister' in her porn websites. A video started up on *cliterotica.com* and it was about a man who was lying around doing nothing. He apparently did something and now his step-sister was mad at him for it. She yelled at him and commanded him to go onto the bed. This of course was obviously fake, but it still turned Alyssa on to watch. The man started to take off his clothes as his step-sister commanded and she pulled out a whip. Alyssa reached into her jeans and found her now swollen clitoris. She started to rub it as the woman's step-brother followed her commands so submissively. She began to fantasize that that woman was her and the man was Jonah. That she had Jonah completely in her control. That she was now going to punish him by forcing him to eat her pussy. Alyssa removed her jeans and underwear. She watched as the man's cock was constantly being teased. She imagined doing the same thing to Jonah after he made her lose her temper. 'Alyssa, I'm so sorry.' 'I don't care, you're gonna eat my pussy and like it!' 'Please!' 'Now!' Alyssa stuck two fingers in her wet pussy imagining it was Jonah's cock. She imagined herself climbing on top of him and being the one in charge. That Jonah was being forced to do whatever she wanted him to do. As her thoughts became more deranged, she fingered her pussy faster. It was leaking from the fingering. She had not leaked this much since the last time she masturbated thinking about Jonah. Especially now that it was a femdom fantasy. Alyssa had always been the dominant in her two relationships. It just turned out that way, so dominant was all that she knew. Either that or a more mutual setting with no dominant or submissive. Alyssa moaned softly while she fingered herself close to climax, "Oh Jonah...I'm getting closer! Don't you dare cum before me!" Alyssa sped up her fingering as she saw the woman begin to get on her knees. The man was stroking himself and she was opening her mouth. He begged to cum into the woman's mouth and she allowed it. Alyssa saw the man shot his cum into his *step-sister's* mouth and imagined Jonah shooting his load all over her face and in her mouth. It would be his reward for not cumming first. Alyssa felt a strong climax overcome her. She felt the muscles in her pussy constrict around her fingers. She rubbed at her G-spot as her climax was at its peak and now descending. She relaxed her body onto her bed and did not move for a while. She was enjoying the after feeling of a strong orgasm. After a couple of minutes, she sat up and put her jeans and underwear back on. She exited her room and went outside to find Jonah eating alone. He put down his fork and looked at her. Alyssa initiated, "Hey..." "Hey, sis, I—" "It's alright, can you still help me?" "Of course, but get some food first so it'll be easier to study." "Okay, thanks bro." Jonah smiled at that. It relieved him to know that things might just go back to normal. They ate dinner together and things were not awkward. It was as if nothing changed. When he tutored her, it was normal as well, putting Jonah at ease. It was like Alyssa had completely forgotten about earlier. Alyssa turned to him and smiled. "Hey Jonah, you should come to one of my classes. I'll even ask if you can take an exam with us. I think it's in three weeks or so. I'll have to double check." "Haha, sure." They both smiled at each other and were quite fond of the idea of him taking an exam with the class. After he finished tutoring her, she cleaned the house and made everything tidy like it should be. Jonah felt that this was a new start for her. One that would benefit not only him, but her as well. During the next three weeks, Jonah helped Alyssa prepare for her exam. They studied together and Alyssa would at times, find the courage to tease Jonah. She would wear short shorts or something with moderate exposure of her cleavage. Jonah would glance and quickly turn away, doing his best to resist temptation. Despite this, he still thought it was the pretty cashier that was the source of his excess masturbation. With being preoccupied with his school work and Alyssa's tutoring, Jonah hardly noticed how much Alyssa cluttered the house again. It was a pigsty. Alyssa knew that eventually, Jonah would not put up with it anymore. She could tell that his patience was already starting to fade when she was being constantly reminded to clean after herself during the three intense weeks of studying. She would always tell him she would clean after the exam. Little did Jonah know, Alyssa had devised a plan that she hoped would work. Something that would not make her have to clean after herself anymore. **Chapter VI** Angela was late for her General Biology class. She had overslept and was now scanning copies of the class's first exam. It was bad enough that she was already late. Her still needing to print these copies just made her morning worse. She quickly stapled all of the copies and gathered them. She forced the door open and all of her students looked at her. "Sorry for the wait, are you all ready? Because I'm late, I'll be fair and let you choose one of two essay questions, instead of doing both due to time constraints." All the students seemed very pleased with her last statement. She passed out the exams, but then she saw someone she did not recognize. Was he a part of her class? She spoke to him. "Uh, excuse me, are you in this class?" "I'm so sorry, my name is Jonah McClain. I'm Alyssa's brother. I was hoping to ask if I could take an exam with the class prior to it being given out, but I'll leave if you'd like." 'Oh my God! What a hottie!' Angela thought to herself. "Oh that's right, she did ask me about that and I did agree, please don't leave. Stay and try out my exam." "Thank you." The exam began and everything was back in order with Angela. She had all the kids taking her exam and now the whole stress of being late was completely irrelevant. What made the day better was that she was now looking at a young stud taking her test who may also be intellectual as well. Alyssa was doing great in her class and she was a killer of a professor. She hoped that the intellect ran in the family. Angela made sure to make her class as hard as possible. 'Oh boy! I can't wait to see what potential he may have!' The time passed and few people left after forty minutes. The next ten minutes, a huge number left, with the exception of Alyssa's brother. He gave his exam, but did not leave. Angela supposed that he just wanted to wait for her. The remaining few finished in the next ten minutes. She collected the exams and put them away. She wanted to talk to Jonah, but he had already left with Alyssa. 'Mmm, a sexy young guy like that! Let's just hope he has some brains too.' Angela gathered all her things and headed to the door to go to her office. She opened the door and noticed Alyssa and Jonah sitting on the bench outside, talking about the test. She was not noticed by the two. "Hey, what was the answer to that extra credit question about which vitamin was less harmful to exceed daily intake?" asked Alyssa. "It was Vitamin C. Vitamin A is fat soluble, so it stays in the body much longer than C. Vitamin C is water soluble, so it just goes out with your urine." Jonah responded. "Exactly right!" Angela butted in. The two looked at her. Jonah smiled at her reaction. Alyssa was surprised to see her behind them, listening to their conversation. "Oh don't worry, I wasn't eavesdropping. I actually just left the classroom. Jonah was it? You wouldn't happen to be a Biology major, would you? "Haha, no, I actually am going to be ordained a priest in the next few years. I just love science is all." "Really? That's...wonderful...see you two later." "Bye professor Summers." Alyssa said. "See you later miss." Jonah said. Angela walked to her office, happy with Jonah's sign of intelligence. She thought she had found a new playmate. Someone worthy of relieving her of her sexual frustration. That all went down the drain the moment he said he was becoming a priest. 'Such a waste of a handsome young hottie.' she thought. She made it to her office, sat down, and started to grade the exams. There was the usual trend of those who did average, the few that did poorly, and the few that did great. However, when she got to Jonah's exam, she noticed that he had gotten 100% of the questions right on the True or False, Fill in the Blank, *and Multiple Choice*. He got the extra credit question right as well. Now all that was left was the essay portion. "Oh my God!" Angela was impressed. Jonah had answered both instead of just one. She read them and they were both right. He had gotten a perfect score! With limited time! Angela was getting turned on now. She wanted Jonah. The fact that he was not a student made it less dangerous for her to try and get involved with him. The only problem was him becoming a part of the clergy. Angela sighed, "So close, yet so far." She imagined the humorous depiction of Jonah dressed as a priest. How laughable to see such a hot stud be a priest. She would go to church just to look at him. She could see it now. She would be kneeling in church, admiring how handsome he was. He would then stand in front of her and whip out his cock for her to *receive the bread—* "What am I thinking?!" Angela snapped out of it and the moment she moved, she could tell that her pussy was soaking wet. She might have wet her underwear a bit. She would have to go to the bathroom and check. She stopped grading the exams and went to the faculty bathroom. It was always well maintained and smelled nice. She quickly locked the door and sat on the toilet. Instead of checking her underwear, she rubbed her clitoris. "I need this! I need it *now!*" Angela started to fantasize about all kinds of bizarre scenarios. She imagined being in the confessional, kneeling to confess her sins to Jonah. 'Oh father! I've been a very naughty girl! I've been touching myself so much thinking about your hard cock!' 'Please, go on.' 'I have also been using a hairbrush to get myself off.' 'I see, is that all of your sins my child.' 'Well...it's embarrassing, but I've been doing things to my ass as well father!' 'Oh? Whatever do you mean?' 'Oh father, it's so embarrassing, I've been shoving things in there like carrots, pens, my fingers and even my toothbrush. You need to punish this bad girl for all of her sins.' Angela stroked herself and fingered her pussy while thinking about all of this. She then imagined there being a gloryhole in front of her face where she kneeled, inside the confessional. She imagined Jonah sticking his cock in it and offering it to her. She fingered herself while imagining putting it in her mouth. She would be sucking his cock as her punishment and then standing up and turning around. Bending over to insert it into her. She imagined that her pussy was being stretched by his cock. Angela moaned, "Oh Jonah! Make this bitch pay for being such a dirty girl!" As intimidating as Angela was, she actually quite the submissive. Angela continued to finger herself, then imagined Jonah cumming inside her tight pussy and filling her with his hot cum. The moment that thought entered Angela's head, she climaxed on the toilet. She came all over her fingers and then pulled them out after she was done. They were slimy from her secretions. She put them in her mouth, tasting herself. She sighed contently saying, "I needed that." She quickly washed her hands and went back to her office to finish grading the rest of the exams. **Chapter VII** The day was finished for Jonah and Alyssa. They returned home and the house was in even worse mess than before. It had been a couple of days since Alyssa was told to clean after herself after the exam. Jonah kept his patience with her and did his best to remind her kindly. She just did not do what he asked her to do. Now that the exam was over, Jonah expected her to clean the place as promised. The poor house had Alyssa's belongings scattered everywhere. The place Jonah worked so hard to maintain had been undone of all his efforts in a matter of days. It was already almost a month and Alyssa still did not clean after herself. He was already beat from the day and decided that it was not worth his trouble to scold Alyssa. Jonah headed for the shower. He figured that the best way for him to wash away all of his stress was to take a nice hot shower. Alyssa had a devious thought in her head. She was ready to act on the plan she had completed a week or so back. She saw Jonah going to the shower. She followed him and went into the bathroom with him. For the past three weeks, Alyssa had been purposely giving Jonah peaks at the figure of her body. She let him glance at her breasts, legs, butt, and anything else she could use. She felt that it was time for her to act now. Jonah had removed his belt and was about to remove his pants, but when he turned to close the bathroom door, he was startled by Alyssa. He did not expect her to be behind him when he was in the bathroom. "Ah! Sis, you scared me!" "Hey bro, look, I..." Alyssa said in an extremely nervous tone. Alyssa's plan had all gone out the window when she was with Jonah in the bathroom. She had been planning to seduce him and *service* him if he would do the cooking and cleaning. However, she was shaking and could not even finish her sentence from how nervous she was. She turned around due to the anxiety she was getting, facing away from Jonah. She took a deep breath to calm herself and began to strip. She kept telling herself in her head, 'You can do this! You can do this!' Jonah began to panic saying, "Whoa! Wait! What are you doing?! Alyssa! Sis!? Sis!" However, Alyssa ignored him and had taken all of her clothes off except for her undergarments. She turned back to face Jonah. She could not even look him in the face. She just shied up and looked at the ground. She decided to use her nervous tone to her advantage and said with a semi-firm tone, "Jonah! I might have a lump on my breast!" "What?! Where?!" "I'm gonna have to take off my bra, just feel it, it's on my left breast!" "Uh...I'm sure you don't have to—" Alyssa removed her bra before Jonah could finish that sentence. He felt that surge of panic again. He had seen a pair of bare breasts once with a woman he dated, but he quickly told her to cover up. However, he knew that this was an emergency, so he let this one slide. Alyssa purposefully did not cover up and exposed her breasts to Jonah. "Here, touch it!" Jonah was extremely nervous. He looked away, shutting his eyes, not wanting to be tempted. He understood why she exposed her breasts, but why was she being so nonchalant about it? Furthermore, why did she have to take the rest of her clothes off?! "Jonah! How can you reach out and feel for it if you look away?!" "Just...just guide my hand!" Alyssa grabbed his hand and put his pointer to her nipple. "There! You feel that?!" "Whoa! That's a huge bump!" "I've noticed that it helps to massage around the area, can you do that for me?" "Wait! You're not supposed to massage something that hurts!" "It helps with the pain, it's like a painkiller. Also, mom had it and the doctor said to massage it! Massage it!" Jonah retracted his hand and opened his eyes to face Alyssa. He saw her breasts exposed to him and he turned away again, closing his eyes. "Uh...look sis, I don't think I should do that!" "Oh please, please Jonah! I'm begging you! Please, I'm in pain! I really need the area to be massaged again! I don't like massaging it myself because of my long nails, they dig into my skin." "Why don't you, I don't know, go to a doctor or something!" "No! I don't trust that he won't touch me inappropriately. I just don't trust strangers. Please Jonah, I'm only asking you because I trust you." Jonah was not sure how to get out of this. Alyssa was in pain and he understood how a woman could fear molestation from a doctor she did not know. He did hear about a doctor who recently raped a woman who put all of her trust into him. He was not about to have that happen to Alyssa. "Okay, I'll do it, but you have to guide me while I close my eyes." "Thank you Jonah!" Alyssa said, overjoyed with a big smile. She guided his hand so he could feel her nipple again. She then put the rest of his hand's surface around her breast and said, "There, this area is where I usually massage." "Okay, just tell me if I'm hurting you." "Don't worry, I will." Jonah began to massage Alyssa's left breast. Alyssa was extremely horny from his touch. She decided to caress her right breast with her right hand while using her left hand to stoke her clitoris. Since Jonah was not even looking, she figured, 'What was the harm if he won't see?' "Mmm, that feels good Jonah, keep doing it like that." "Okay." Alyssa stuck a finger into her pussy and found that it was wetter than she expected. She looked over to Jonah and noticed that he was rock hard. She craved for his cock. She wanted to have it inside her wet pussy. It was so wet that it actually leaked a bit onto her underwear. She closed her eyes and imagined how nice it would be to put it in her mouth, then her pussy or between her breasts. "Sis! What are you doing?!" Alyssa opened her eyes and saw Jonah looking at her in horror. She had her hand on her breast and her other hand in her underwear. She was caught. How would she get out of this? "I...I..." "I think I should leave you alone for a bit." Alyssa stopped Jonah and decided to get straight to the point. "I've noticed the way you've looked at me." "What?! No I haven't!" "Don't you find me attractive?!" "Uh...you...you're an attractive woman, but your my sister!" "Not by blood! Also, I know you're lying! I can see how rock hard you always are and even now." Jonah looked down at his pants. She was right. He tried to explain, "This?! I...uh..." Alyssa had Jonah right where she wanted him. She removed her underwear and showed it all to Jonah. He did not turn away this time. He was too in shock from what Alyssa was doing that he did nothing but stare. She fondled her breasts, putting on a good show for Jonah. "Are my breasts okay?" Jonah was silent. He just continued to stare. He was aroused from what he was seeing. He felt the same way a teenage boy would when first seeing pornography. This was the first time he saw a naked woman's body. Alyssa smiled at Jonah's dumbfoundedness. She turned around and bent over, exposing her pussy and asshole. She spread her ass and pussy, exposing both holes even further. Jonah was too lost in the sudden increase of lustful desire he had. He could do nothing but stare in amazement. He had never seen a woman's vagina before. It was all so new to him. Especially seeing it from behind, being spread open. Alyssa stood up, turned around, and took a couple of steps towards Jonah. She grabbed his hands and guided them to her breasts. His hands were cold and sweaty. She smiled at how cute she thought that was. She squeezed his hands so they would squeeze her breasts. She kept squeezing and releasing for a while and then eventually let go of his hands. Jonah did not even notice that his hands were squeezing her breasts all on their own. Alyssa gave Jonah a lustful smile and put her hands on his head. She closed her eyes and kissed his lips. Jonah closed his eyes and kissed back. It felt good to kiss someone again. It had been a long time since both had kissed someone, Jonah more so than Alyssa. Once they broke their kiss, Alyssa begged, "Oh Jonah! Please suck my nipples!" Jonah was already lost in his lust; nothing mattered at this point except Alyssa. He put his mouth to her left nipple and sucked on it. Alyssa moaned from the pleasure. "Oh Jonah! Yes! Just like that!" She put her right nipple into her mouth and sucked on it. Before Alyssa knew it, her hand was down to where her clitoris was. She stroked herself to orgasm and cried out, "Oh Jonah!" After she had finished her climax, Alyssa smiled deviously again at Jonah. Jonah was not only seduced by Alyssa's body, but also charmed from the way she acted. He also liked looking into her eyes. They were the hazel color that he found to be very beautiful. Alyssa decided it was time to repay Jonah. She pulled down Jonah's underwear and pants and got to her knees. She then backed away, suddenly intimidated by Jonah's size. She was speechless. She thought that he may have been 7½ inches, maybe even eight, but *nine?!* "What's wrong?" "It's! You're! It...*it's huge!*" "What?" Alyssa was actually scared. Could she really take such a monster in her mouth? Then again, the thought of its size penetrating her tight pussy was not scary to her; it made her more excited. Why not? She'd give it a try. "Okay Jonah, I have to go slow, this thing is humungous." "Uh, what are you gonna—" Alyssa opened wide as she was determined to take this whole thing in her mouth. She got a couple of inches in. She just hoped it was not too much for her to handle. She had blown only two men in her life and they were both ex-boyfriends. However, this was bigger than both of them combined. Alyssa was having a bit of trouble getting all of it in. She told herself, 'Well...you wanted his cock...you got it.' Jonah had never felt anything like this. It was warm and wet inside Alyssa's mouth. It was completely new. The inside of her mouth was much better than his hand for sure, in terms of softness and warmth. As well as more lubricated. Jonah knew that this was all wrong. Despite this, he still froze and let Alyssa do what she was doing. Alyssa took her time and she eventually got seven inches in. Her eyes were tearing and she was drooling a bit. She swallowed up her salivation and continued. Jonah did nothing but remained quiet. He watched as his cock was going in and out of Alyssa's mouth. Her beautiful hazel eyes looked back at him. 'What am I doing?!' 'This feels so good.' 'Is this really happening?!' 'So this is what it feels like.' All these thoughts stuck in Jonah's head. He could not think straight from what was going on. Part of him thought this may just be a dream. He was filled with guilt, worry, excitement, sexual desire, and ecstasy. Alyssa had eventually gotten all of Jonah's cock in her mouth. She was deepthroating him at a medium pace now and Jonah felt that he was about to cum. He knew it. He tried to warn Alyssa, "I! It's gonna—" Alyssa knew what was going to happen thanks to Jonah's warning. However, she did not stop, she wanted his cum. She was going to swallow whatever Jonah squirted into her mouth. Jonah tried to grab onto the shower curtain. It was the only thing he could grab onto. He began to ejaculate into Alyssa's mouth. Alyssa stopped moving her head and used her tongue to massage Jonah's glans. He kept squirting into Alyssa's mouth like a fire hose. Never had Jonah felt pleasure this great in his whole life. He felt wonderful as he watched Alyssa gulp down his cum after each squirt. Once he finished and had calmed down from his strong climax, Alyssa smiled at Jonah and began to speak, "Mmm, you tasted so good." Jonah remained silent with a smile on his face from the sensation she had just given him. What added to that was the fact that she smiled at him cutely after he just did what he did in her mouth. Alyssa's expression changed to a neutral face as she asked, "Hey, so uh, look. You already know this by now. I'm not that great with cooking and cleaning. If you do all the cooking and cleaning, I'll do this for you every day. Is that cool?" Jonah was speechless. All he could do was nod his head in approval. That was the first time he got a blowjob, the first time a woman had ever done something sexual with him. The most he ever did was kiss a girl, but it was in no way supposed to be sexual, purely romantic. Alyssa smiled at Jonah, knowing she had won. It was a double win for her. He would do the cooking and cleaning and she could taste his cock every day. **Chapter VIII** Alyssa excused herself, needing to do a paper for her English class, leaving Jonah to shower by himself. As she opened up her laptop, she could not help but giggle in happiness and excitement at what had just happened. She opened her word document to continue her paper. She could not get the thoughts out of her mind, 'Oh my God! I did it!' 'I don't have to cook and clean!' 'I tasted Jonah's sweet cum!' 'This has got to be the best day of my life!' Alyssa lied down and sighed happily. As a way to reward herself of her victory, she decided to hold off on the paper and just relax on her bed while thinking about what she could do with Jonah next. Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Jonah washed his daily filth off of himself. However, he could not wash away his shame. He gave into temptation. To his own sister no less. How could he have stooped so low? He had to go to the confessional and ask for forgiveness. Jonah felt great getting a blowjob for the first time, but he felt extremely guilty afterwards. He had to repent. He turned off the shower and wiped himself down with a towel. He changed into a fresh set of clothes and got out of the bathroom to talk to Alyssa. He was about to knock on her door when he noticed it was open. He moved it slightly and saw that she passed out on her bed doing her paper. He decided to not wake her and went to his room. He could talk to her tomorrow. The next morning, Jonah sat Alyssa down and began, "Look sis, we shouldn't have done what we did last night." Alyssa figured that this might happen. She already had a plan to counter it. She took Jonah's hand into hers and said, "Jonah, what we did was not wrong! It was beautiful and wonderful! Even if it was wrong, I can't help but think about it. Also, it would be more wrong to deny ourselves happiness." "I understand, but we have to stop this." Alyssa stared into Jonah's eyes and quickly attacked his lips with her own. Jonah tried to fight back, but before he could push her off. She grabbed his hands and guided them to her breasts. He broke the kiss. "Please! We can't!" He pushed her off and continued, "Look sis, we can't do this! What would our parents think?!" Alyssa quickly began to strip saying, "Mom doesn't care who I end up with as long as I'm happy!" "Whoa! Sis! Put your clothes back on!" Alyssa was now fully naked and started to walk closer to Jonah. He closed his eyes and turned away. She grabbed Jonah's head and attacked his lips again. She was back to kissing him and he soon gave in once she put his hands back on her breasts, bare this time, and she put her hand on his groin. They started to make out on the couch and as they kissed, Alyssa began to strip Jonah. To her surprise, Jonah was helping her. He was pretty surprised too. To him, it was like his hands had minds of their own. Once his shirt was off, he quickly assaulted her nipples. Alyssa could say nothing, but moan, "Oh Jonah..." As he sucked her nipples, she reached down and unzipped his pants. She worked around his underwear and his cock quickly sprung out. She grabbed it and began to stroke it. As she stroked it, she looked him in the eyes saying, "It's not very fair that only I'm completely naked." Jonah quickly removed the rest of his clothes to reveal his body to Alyssa. She never saw him fully naked before, but she was liking what she was seeing. She got to her knees and began to suck his cock. He did nothing but stare at his step-sister giving him a blowjob. He enjoyed looking at those hazel eyes stare back at him. Alyssa popped his cock out of her mouth and suggested, "Why don't you lay on the couch? It's more comfortable." "Okay." Jonah got on the couch and was expecting Alyssa to suck him off while he lied down, but he was wrong. She started to climb on top of him and grabbed his cock. She aimed it at her pussy and sunk her body down. "Oh no! Alyssa wait!" His cock sank in and Alyssa cried out in pleasure. Jonah had countless emotions going through his head. He could not tell if he was afraid, relieved, happy, angry, or remorseful, but all he knew at this point was, his cock felt *really* good. Alyssa's pussy felt very warm as it clung around his shaft. The new sensation was incredible. She moaned, "Oh Jonah! Jonah! It's in! You're inside me!" Jonah was in disbelief as he had just lost his virginity. It all seemed so surreal. He already felt like he was going to cum once Alyssa started to ride him. He decided to warn her, "I'm gonna cum!" Alyssa got off and Jonah squirted in the air. It landed on his gut, on Alyssa's hair and shoulders, and the couch and floor. Jonah rested his head on the couch trying to calm down from what just happened. Alyssa got a brilliant idea. Jonah had his eyes closed, but then opened them when he felt something on his gut. He found Alyssa licking his cum off his body. By the time she finished, she moved closer and opened her mouth to show the cum inside it. She then closed, swallowed, and reopened to show Jonah in hopes of arousing him. She did. Jonah did not notice it, but he was still rock hard. However, Alyssa did. She turned around and got to her hands and knees. She wagged her ass, begging Jonah, "Oh Jonah, don't you wanna stick it in?" Jonah could only say 'yes' and fulfill her request. He kneeled behind Alyssa and aimed his cock at her pussy. He pressed it in. Alyssa could feel his cock reenter her sopping wet pussy. "Mmm, yes! That's it, fuck me! Fuck me!" Jonah fucked Alyssa from behind. He grabbed onto her hips for more balance and support. The sight of Alyssa's ass bouncing on him was indescribably wonderful view. Alyssa kept moaning the dirtiest of things and Jonah kept going at her using her dirty words as encouragement. He then decided to join her in moaning, "Oh Sis! This feels so good!" "Ew! Don't call me that when we're having sex!" "Oh, sorry, what did you want me to call you then?" "Just call me Alyssa when we have sex, okay?" Jonah smiled at her and replied, "Okay Alyssa." Jonah resumed his movement and continued for a couple of minutes until Alyssa started to cry out, "I'm gonna cum! Keep fucking me!" "Alright." Jonah started to speed up as Alyssa was moaning his name while she was cumming. She told him to stop. Once he did, she moved forward so he would slip out of her. She turned around to suck his cock. She guided him to lie down now, instead of kneeling on the couch. As Jonah lied down to have his cock sucked, he could not help but look at Alyssa suck him off. He liked the sight of Alyssa putting his cock in her mouth. It took a couple more minutes of a handjob and blowjob combination and Jonah was now ready to release again. "Alyssa, I—" "I got it." Alyssa stopped stroking Jonah's cock and put it in her mouth. She deepthroated him and let him cum while his cock was already down her throat. She did not have to try to swallow it since he was so far down her throat. When Jonah's cock had ceased to squirt, Alyssa lifted her head and his cock slid out covered in her saliva. Alyssa sighed happily and lied on top of him on the couch. She rested her head on his chest. Once all the arousal had faded, Jonah felt beyond guilty for giving into temptation like this. He wondered if he would ever be the same again. He now knew what it was like to have sex. He signed in distress. One thing a good friend of his in high school told him was, "Dude, sex really is like a drug. Once you start, you never stop." Jonah feared that he would become addicted to sex. That he may, in fact, want it if he abstains... No! *when* he abstains. This was bad. Jonah was already considering doing it again. Despite all the guilt, he still thought about doing it again. He had to go to confession and repent! He just had to! Alyssa looked up at him and giggled, "Hehe, that was fun, I'm gonna go take a shower." Jonah looked at her and gave a forced smile. Once Alyssa left the living room, he sighed, "It's one thing to be a virgin and abstain, but it's going to take true strength and courage to abstain when you've already experienced sex..." **Chapter IX** Jonah and Alyssa continued their secret relationship. They kept their sexual adventures at home, but one day, Alyssa asked Jonah to come to school with her during a Saturday evening. She wanted to try having sex in her Biology lab since she knew the place was always deserted compared to other times. She was not confident enough that Jonah would agree to this, so she lied and cleverly said it was an exam review when the second exam was in the following week. "You ready to go sis?" "Yeah, I just hope I don't miss anything, we are running a bit late." "We'll make it, don't worry." The two got in the car and headed off to school. Truth be told, Jonah did not want to go, but it was something Alyssa felt she needed. He was tired from the day that had passed. He was not in the mood to drive, but if it helped Alyssa, he was willing to put up with it. Even though he felt a little used at times with Alyssa, the good heart that he possessed enabled him to press on and put up with it all. As they got to school and headed for the laboratory, Jonah could not help but notice that the parking lot and area outside the lab was empty. Where was everyone? Alyssa opened the door and let Jonah in. The room was dark. Why was it dark? Something suspicious was going on here. Jonah entered the room and saw that no one was in there. He was about to turn to Alyssa to ask where everyone was, however, the first thing he saw was Alyssa's bare breasts. She walked to Jonah with them hanging out. "Hey, wait! Here?! We'll get in trouble!" "Oh relax, we just gotta keep our voices down." "Alyssa—" Alyssa grabbed Jonah by the belt around his waist and tugged him forward slightly. She got on her knees and unzipped his pants. Jonah was still very wary about the situation. "Please Alyssa, not here, what if we get caught—ah!" Alyssa had put Jonah's cock in her mouth before he could finish his sentence. He could feel Alyssa being a bit more enthusiastic than usual. He could do nothing as his cock was in her mouth and her breasts were exposed. Alyssa popped Jonah's cock out of her mouth and said to him, "You know, I've always wanted to try fooling around in school late at night. Just like this." Alyssa put Jonah's cock in between her breasts after that statement. She squeezed her breasts together as his cock slid in and out of her cleavage. Jonah was helpless and soon gave in to his desires. Over at the laboratory across, Angela was working late in the labs on campus. She was doing research and experimentation pertaining to Antibiotics and Bacteria. She smiled to herself, quite proud of her progress, saying, "I've done it! Now all I need to do is present it to my colleagues and then the Dean...why not, I can put up with the experiment one last time." Angela decided to give the experiment one more trial. She quickly hurried to the adjacent lab where the incubator was being kept. She was about to open the door, but she made out some figures in the lab with the lights off. The only source of light within the room was the moonlight from the window. "Larry? Denise? Who's in there?" The figures appeared to be moving in a motion that was... 'Oh my God! Are they having sex?!' Angela thought to herself. This got Angela curious. She wanted to know which of her coworkers were screwing around in the labs late at night. She turned the knob of the door slowly and silently. As she opened the door without making noise, she began to hear, "Oh Jonah! Jonah! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" Angela pulled out her phone as she questioned in her head, 'Jonah...there's no one here at work with that name. Students? Who do I know with...no!' As Angela squinted her eyes, she realized that she was right. It was Jonah. The intelligent young man that she touched herself to the thought of. Who was he screwing? She aimed her phone and saw who it was through its screen. 'His sister! He's fucking his own sister!' Angela suddenly hatched up an extremely evil scheme. She started to take pictures with the flash off. She made sure to get their faces when they changed positions. Once Angela got enough shots, she slowly and silently closed the door. She hurried back to the lab she was in. 'Did I really just see that?...' Angela looked at the pictures she took. She continued to think to herself, '...yup, there's no denying it. I have dirt on Alyssa and her brother.' Angela knew exactly what to do with the pictures she took. She hooked up her phone to the computer and saved copies onto her USB. She then printed physical copies of the pictures and said, "As disgusting as it is to know that he screws his own sister, I'm still very attracted to him..." Angela began to rub herself again to the thought of Jonah. Meanwhile, "Ah! Alyssa! I'm cumming!" "Shh! Not so loud! You never know if someone's here." Alyssa whispered. "Sorry." Jonah whispered back. Jonah shot his cum into Alyssa's open mouth, which leak out onto her breasts. She rubbed what cum had leak onto her breasts all over them. She applied it like lotion and swallowed whatever was still in her mouth. "Mmm, I can never get enough of your cum." "Come on, let's get out of here before someone catches us." "Oh alright you worry wart. I'm telling you, no one saw us, even if they did, they can't prove it." **Chapter X** No matter how many times Jonah tried, he always found himself giving into temptation. There were often times when he would find himself thinking, 'Hey? Why can't priests marry? Other religions have them. And it's not like it's some sinful relationship, it's a beautiful love between him and his wife.' Jonah had become a sex addict. He went to church, but it only made the weight on his shoulders heavier. Father Andre knew his voice and was the only priest hearing confessions, so he was afraid of telling him of his new found relationship with his step-sister. Every time he tried to ask Alyssa for them to stop, she would seduce him. He kept giving into weakness. If not this, she would cry and fear for her life that she would fail her biology class, forcing him to comfort her due to his good heart. Alyssa would then seduce him after as a thank you. Of course, Jonah was too ignorant to realize just how much Alyssa was manipulating him. However, today was different. He was going to fight it more than he ever did before. He had strayed away from his path for too long and he was tired of it. He walked up to Alyssa and said, "Hey sis, look, I have to go to church. I *need* to go." Alyssa, again, tried to seduce Jonah saying, "Oh, but Jonah, don't you want me? I'm really horny right now, look." Alyssa stuck two fingers in her pussy and held them up for Jonah to view. He could clearly see that she was wet. However, he had to be strong. He resisted, "I'm sorry, but this has to stop! No more!" Jonah quickly turned his back and started to walk away. "Jonah please wait!" Alyssa began to tear and grabbed his wrist before he left. He turned to see her tears flow from her eyes. "Please Jonah, could you at least help me with bio. I'm scared I'll fail." "I've been tutoring you since the first one up to now. You'll be fine. It's all just review at this point." Alyssa was dumbfounded. She did not know how to counter that. Jonah turned and left for the car. She desperately chased after him; she did not want what she had with him to end. She knew that once he went to church, he would say things like 'Oh no! What we had was sinful!' and not want to have sex with her ever again. This would result in her no longer having access to his wonderful cock and worst of all...doing housework. 'C'mon Alyssa! Think!' '...' 'I got it!' Alyssa yelled to Jonah, "I'll go with you!" Jonah stopped and turned to face her. "What?" "I'll...I'll go to church with you." "You...you will?!" "Yes, maybe it'll do me some good." Jonah felt like crying tears of joy. He walked to Alyssa and hugged her. "I never thought I'd see the day!" Alyssa awkwardly hugged back, not knowing what to say next. However, Jonah was too overjoyed by what Alyssa had said that he did not even bother to think about it. As they got into the car and drove on the road, he kept telling her how she 'would not regret it' or that she would 'really turn her life around for the better.' However, Alyssa was planning to seduce Jonah again somehow. Once Jonah parked the car and they both entered the church, the confessional was to their left and Jonah asked Alyssa, "Do you wanna go first or me?" "I dunno, I guess me." "Okay." Jonah was thrilled to know that he would finally stop the sinful act he was committing with his step-sister and on top of that, she was coming around. Curious about the faith he followed, unlike most people in his generation. Jonah put his hands together and thanked God, "Thank You Lord, I feel that there will be much change in the future that will better my situation." Alyssa was in the confessional and looked at the window where the priest should be, but there was no one there. She checked if there was anyone. "Hello?" No response. 'Goddamn it! Lazy fucks! Hey wait a minute...no one's here...I think I have an idea.' Jonah turned to see Alyssa come out. He smiled at her, but he saw a look of unease on Alyssa's face. "What's wrong?" "There's no one in here and I think someone graffitied the inside." "WHAT?!" Jonah marched right into the confessional to see what Alyssa was talking about. How could anyone do such a vile disrespectful act? Were they possessed? He stepped in and saw nothing. He looked up to the top and saw nothing. The bottom was clear too. The door? Jonah turned to look at the door, but Alyssa was right behind him. She closed the door and exposed her breasts to him. "Alyssa! No! Not here! I thought you said that you'd turn over a new leaf!" "Oh Jonah...I lied. Now, gimme your hard cock!" Alyssa grabbed his groin and pressed her breasts on Jonah's chest. She stripped off all of her clothes. "No! I...we can't do this." Alyssa pulled out Jonah's erect cock from his pants. She tried to stroke it, but Jonah found the willpower to resist this time, being in the one place he felt he was at his peak for being pure in body and mind. He could not do such a sacrilegious act in church. He pushed Alyssa off and tried to leave. Alyssa knew she was losing him. 'Desperate times call for desperate measures. I'm sorry Jonah...' she thought to herself. She then said in a quick manner, "If you leave, I'll yell rape!" Jonah stopped. "What?!" "Don't believe me? Try it!" Jonah could see the look on Alyssa face. She was not kidding. The moment the police are called, he would be thrown in jail and shunned by everyone. Everyone was always quick to believe the woman first. He may have been naive and oblivious to how Alyssa had been controlling him, but he was smart enough to know that everyone would automatically believe Alyssa over him if she claimed rape, especially because of where they were currently located. What was he to do? There were people out there. How did things turn out this way? He had no other choice. "Fine." Alyssa said in an aggressive tone, "Now take off your clothes and get on your knees!" Jonah obeyed, not wanting her to cry rape. He took his clothes off slowly, too in shock to accept what was happening. Alyssa was in complete control and she liked it. Enough of this mutual bullshit! She wanted to be the dominant when they had sex, but she felt he was not ready for that. However, she figured that now was the time to try it. He would follow every single command she would give him. "Hurry up! Take them off faster!" Jonah sped up and then got to his knees. Alyssa put her pussy to his face and commanded him, "Now eat my fucking pussy!" Jonah stuck his tongue out and licked at Alyssa's clitoris. She grabbed his hair and forced his face into her groin. Jonah shut his eyes as he continued to lick Alyssa's erect clitoris. She let go after and decided to use both hands to spread her pussy. Jonah tried one last feeble attempt to beg Alyssa to stop. "Alyssa, please, sis we got—" SLAP! "Shut up! I told you never to call me that when we do this! As punishment, you're gonna shut the fuck up and lick up whatever juices come out of my pussy! Now lick it up!" Jonah submitted and began to lick the inside of Alyssa's pussy. It was leaking out and Jonah licked it all up. Alyssa moaned, "Mmm, yeah, that's it. Eat my fucking pussy! Lick up my fucking juices and swallow them!" Jonah closed his eyes and licked away, pleasuring his now dominatrix of a step-sister. She moaned softly, trying not to be too loud and alert anyone outside. She grabbed Jonah's head and forced it into her groin again, enjoying her domination over him. She had finally tried having a dom/sub relationship with Jonah during sex and it was wonderful. It made her extremely excited. Her pussy kept leaking and Jonah was forced to keep swallowing. Deep down, Alyssa felt that this was somewhat wrong, but if Jonah was going to stop the sex and make her do house work, she was willing to do whatever it took to sustain her current situation. If persuading him was not going to work anymore, she was going to have to force him now. She kept telling herself, 'It's for his own good.' 'He'll have a better life because of this.' 'He'll enjoy this, men love anything sexual.' 'It'll all work out in the end.' 'He'll thank me in the future.' Alyssa completely disregarded how wrong her actions were. She was in a state of denial as she closed her eyes to enjoy the pleasure. She then commanded Jonah, "Get back on your feet! I'm gonna fucking ride you and you're gonna fucking like it!" "Yes Alyssa..." Jonah stood back up, but to his surprise, he was erect. He did not enjoy being forced like this, but his cock said differently. Perhaps it was his body's natural reaction. Perhaps he really did enjoy this deep down inside. He was not sure. What he did know for sure was that he was not enjoying being forced to go back into the life of sin he had participated in the last few weeks when he was trying desperately not to. He did not appreciate the slap in the face either. However, what bothered him the most was the fact that she forced him to do this in church, the one place he felt his safest at. He was furious about that, but he could not lash out at her. She could just yell a four lettered word and life would be all over for him. He thought that things had finally turned around, but he was wrong. Alyssa walked up to Jonah and had him lift her up. She grabbed his cock and aimed it to her opening. It entered her pussy and she moaned softly trying not to be too loud again. She decided to dig her nails into his back, frustrated from not being able to moan loudly. She drove her nails in hard. Jonah did not expect the sudden rush of sharp pain and cried out, "Oh God! Jesus!" Alyssa's eyes widened and she quickly put her hand over his mouth. They both kept quiet. They heard footsteps right outside, then a voice. It was Father Andre. He began to speak... "That's it my son, if you truly repent like so, God will forgive you." The two heard him walking away. Alyssa continued. She rode Jonah's cock for the next few minutes. She degraded Jonah and he submissively responded back. "Who's cock is this?!" "Mine?" SLAP! "Wrong answer!" "Yours!" "Hmm, good boy. Tell me how much you love my pussy!" As Alyssa said this, she clenched her vaginal muscles around Jonah's cock. "It...ah! Uh...uh...Alyssa, I'm gonna cum!" SLAP! "Don't you dare!" Jonah tensed up and tried his best not to cum. He succeeded. Alyssa continued to verbally assault him. "Now tell me how much you love my pussy!" She decided not squeeze his cock this time. He answered, "I love it, it feels so soft and warm." "Mmm hmm...keep going. Tell me how it tastes." Alyssa was riding Jonah's cock faster, she was getting turned on from his complimenting. "It tastes so wonderful! It's something I've never had before, it's so good." Alyssa moaned as she came. Jonah was holding in his cum as if he were hanging on for dear life. As Alyssa finished, she decided to degrade Jonah more. "If you're a good boy and beg me, I'll consider letting you cum." Jonah begged. He was lost in his own lust and pleasure from the sex. "Oh please...please, please let me cum." She whispered in his ear, "That's a good boy, I'll let you cum." She got off of him, but then they heard a choir sing. Alyssa was scared that there may be too many people for them to sneak out. She quickly put her clothes back on and said to Jonah, "Put your clothes back on. We have to go. There are *way* too many people here. Let's leave before it's impossible for us to leave." Jonah really wanted to cum, but he understood. He grabbed his clothes and started to redress himself. Once they were both fully clothed, Alyssa said to him, "Let's go home now." The two got their clothes back on and cracked open the confessional door to scan the perimeter. No one was looking. The two quickly slipped out and left the church heading home. Father Andre entered the door to the back chapel and found Father Rick praying. He had come from another parish for a visit. "Oh...Rick...I thought you were hearing confessions." "No, I've been here all this time." "What? Then who was in the confessional?" **Chapter XI** On the drive home, Alyssa got an idea. "Hey Jonah, whip out that huge cock of yours, I wanna see it." Jonah pulled it out, expecting her to touch it. He had not cum yet. She took hold of his cock and began to stroke it. "Is this what you wanted?" "Ye...Yes!" He wanted to cum, but then Alyssa stopped stroking him and slapped him with the back of her hand. SLAP! "Uh uh, don't cum before me." Alyssa put her other hand in her underwear and stroked her clitoris. She then returned to stroking him. For the whole driveway home, Alyssa stroked him and herself. She came as he parked the car. Once she pulled her hand out, Jonah got more excited and needed only a couple more strokes. However, she stopped stroking him and giggled as she got out of the car. Jonah was confused. Did she really just deny him to cum a second time? He *really* did not like that. Alyssa was beyond a tease. She liked denying Jonah his ejaculation. It was just another femdom thing she had always liked. She saw Jonah going to the couch, putting both his palms on each of his respective temples. Jonah was rubbing his temples in despair and anger. He could not resist Alyssa's body and to make things worse, even if he could, he had no choice. What he did was sinful, the most sinful act he could have ever thought of. He actually got an erection despite all the sin pulsing though the situation. He hated the fact that Alyssa made him have sex in church. He also hated being denied to cum, *twice*. He wanted it, but once the arousal died down a couple of seconds ago. He did not want it. He now wanted to abstain from sex. Alyssa saw Jonah's stress and sat next to him. She simply hugged him from the side and did not say a word. Jonah was even more angry, but due to his good nature, he decided to control his emotions. However, he was a step away from lashing out at her. Alyssa was beyond inconsiderate already. He leaned back and let his body rest on the couch. It kept bothering him that Alyssa did not even say sorry once, for anything. She kept taking from him without truly giving back. It was true she gave him sex, but he wanted to stop it. Every single time he tried, she would just put him back where he started. "Jonah?" Alyssa called him. 'There's only one way for me to stop this. It may be drastic, but it has to be done...' Jonah thought to himself. "Alyssa, I'll teach you how to cook and help you with becoming a less messy person. So that way, you don't have to keep having sex with me. If I fail, then you'll have to live somewhere else." "What?! No! I like things the way they are!" "It's just better for you and also, what you're doing isn't the most moral thing—" "Fuck you! What *I'm* doing?! Last I checked, sex was between *us* not *me!* You're calling me a whore?! I know what they teach you about women who have casual consensual sex! They're all whores! Well fuck you!" "I didn't say that—" "No! Shut the fuck up! You fucking dick! I don't need you! I never needed you! I only had sex with you because I felt sorry for you! I didn't want you to end up being a child molester so I gave you my body out of sympathy! This is the thanks I get?! I'll cook and clean myself! This *whore* will show you! No more sex for you! Fuck you!" Alyssa was yelling at Jonah's face. He was already angry during the drive home. He even controlled himself when she showed a complete lack of understanding and remorse. She manipulated him in church of all places. It was time to release the pent up anger. "Shut up! I cook and clean for you and you repay me by ruining my celibate life! I WISH WE NEVER MET AGAIN!!" Jonah had snapped. He had had enough of Alyssa's bullshit. He was kind enough to let her live with him, cook for her, clean after her and even offer to help her to better herself despite the fact that she did not respect his wish to become a priest. She wrecked everything that he worked towards. Now he was just a sex addict. At least, that was how he felt. He also did not appreciate her calling him a *child molester.* Right after that last statement, he saw that it hurt Alyssa. He quickly tried to undo the damage of what he said. "Alyssa, I'm sor—" "Fuck you! I fucking hate you!" Alyssa yelled as she began to cry. "I'm sorry, sis!" Alyssa ran to her room, slammed her door, and locked it. Jonah ran after her and tried to open the door. She yelled to him on the other side, "I'm not your sister! I don't wanna know you! It was a mistake coming out here! I hope you fucking die!" All Jonah felt was guilt for saying what he said. He had hurt Alyssa with those words. He blamed himself for all this. 'This is all my fault. If I had been stronger to resist, we wouldn't have ended up like this.' Jonah kept trying to talk to her for a while, but she just remained silent. He kept apologizing to her and telling her that it was his fault, but she never said a word. He decided to just wait outside her door, sitting on the floor. After Alyssa heard Jonah stop talking, she started to ponder on what her next action should be. She never thought about whether this was love or just lust between them. She could only think about what had just happened and it made her unable to think straight, but then she thought to herself, 'Why did I react like that?!' 'Why should I care what he thinks about me?' 'He's going to be a priest, he thinks any woman who has sex is a whore, that's religion poisoning his mind.' 'Can it be?! Am I...having feelings?!' 'No! It's just sex, that's all!' Alyssa thought about something her mother once said, "Alyssa, don't try to find love so quickly. Go out and have fun while you're still young. Then when you're older, you can get all lovey dovey with someone." She gave herself to two previous boyfriends. Her heart, her everything, only to be returned with mistreatment. Jonah would just be the same. It was decided. What she had with Jonah was sex only. There was no way she could fall for him. However, she felt uneasy by that notion. She was filled with conflicted thoughts. 'No! I...I...I have feelings for my step-brother!' 'I can't tell him...I just can't...or anyone else.' 'He wouldn't understand. No one would understand. I don't even understand.' 'It'll just be sex.' Alyssa quickly got up to talk to Jonah, but when she opened her door, she saw that he had passed out on the floor, waiting for her to open the door. She checked the time; it was already midnight. She knew Jonah was not much of a night owl. "You waited for me..." She was really touched by his commitment to fix things with her. It was all over an argument that she started because she let her emotions get the best of her. She knew Jonah would never think she was a whore, yet her emotions still got the best of her. Alyssa felt extremely guilty. So he let his emotions take control too, but she kept pushing his buttons. He had every right to. She was being a top notch bitch. Knowing that made her very upset when Jonah had been nothing but sweet to her. 'Do I want to get serious with him? Or should I just keep it simple with the sex?' Alyssa turned around and had finally decided... 'I'm still young, mom's right. It's just my emotions getting the best of me.' 'I felt like this with my previous relationships and I gave my heart. Look what that's gotten me.' 'I'll just get hurt if I allow myself to fall in love again.' 'Besides, after what I did to him in the confessional...I wouldn't want to date me either.' Alyssa returned to her room and went to sleep. The next morning, Jonah was cooking breakfast. Alyssa had woken up to the smell of toast, egg, and sausage. She got up to talk to Jonah. He turned his head to look at her and said, "Hey..." "Hey, look, about last night—" "I'm sorry Alyssa! It's all my fault, I'm completely to blame for this! It's all my fault for not resisting temptation from you—" "Just stop! Look, it's fine, I overreacted. I just wanted to tell you that this is just sex between us. Nothing more. It's not some kind of romantic thing going on. Don't get it confused." "Oh...okay..." Jonah looked back at the food he was cooking. He felt crushed by those words. Alyssa noticed a bit of pain in Jonah's eyes the moment she said that. It was obvious that he had feelings too. She coldly brushed it off and remained silent. She should not be getting serious with anyone. She just had to go out and have fun while she was young. "Alyssa, I can't do this with you." Alyssa was Jonah's first and that meant something to him. Being his first made her special to him. She decided it was probably for the best if they stopped this. Continuing the relationship would only serve to further hurt him. Besides, she could have any guy she wanted. She was young and beautiful and she felt she would be wasting time trying to fix something she had really *fucked up* on. She decided to agree to Jonah's terms of stopping the sex between them. She attempted to take up the role of the tough girl. "Fine, but don't come crawling to me because you need a fix." She may have come off as more of a bitch than a tough girl just then, but there was no changing it now. She stuck by her attitude. Jonah replied kindly to her, "Thank you." Alyssa turned away and thought to herself, 'It's for our own good.' **Chapter XII** Angela came prepared for class this time. The second exam was about to commence and she was very happy to see Jonah in the class. Before the exam started she came up to Jonah and said to him, "Hey Jonah, I need to talk to you after class, could you meet me in my office? It's a science thing." "Oh, okay sure." Jonah said happily. "Thanks, you're a doll." Angela said with a smile. She then turned to look at Alyssa, who had a very angry jealous look on her face. Angela smirked at her while saying, "Good luck Ms. McClain." Alyssa thought to herself, 'I don't know why, but I wanna fucking punch Professor Summers for some reason.' As the exam went on, the same patterns occurred. Some finished early, some finished late, and most finished in the middle. Angela was dying of anticipation. She was going to spend some *quality* time alone with Jonah. Once the class had finished, she and Jonah walked to her office. She smirked again at the obvious look of envy in Alyssa's face. Angela let Jonah enter her office first. As they both entered her office, she closed and locked the door behind them. Jonah got a bit nervous. "Uh...Professor Summers, uh...what's with the door?" "This has to remain a secret between us, so I had to close and lock the door." "Uh...okay...so, what did you wanna talk to me about?" Angela sat on her chair and faced Jonah. She answered, "About a certain a couple who happens to be siblings." "Uh, what?" "Don't 'uh what' me, there's no denying it! I know what you and Alyssa have been up to as of late. No wonder you two know the human anatomy section so well." "What?! Are you suggesting—" "I am not suggesting; I am simply speaking the truth." Angela pointed to the closed door behind Jonah. He saw a calendar and was confused. Angela told him, "Look inside the calendar." Jonah lifted the calendar off the door. He admired the beautiful artwork, but soon felt his heart race when he opened it. He saw pictures of the time he and Alyssa had sex in the lab. Jonah had so much fear within him as if his life was in danger. Angela smiled, knowing that everything was going as she wanted it. She continued, "Wouldn't it be a shame if everyone found out about you? A man saying he's becoming a priest, was actually having pre-marital sex and with his own sister. Also, what would that do for your poor little sister? Why, she'd be shunned upon on this whole campus, not to mention the family." "She's my step-sister!" "Here's what I propose, you pleasure me whenever I call you and I'll keep your sick relationship under the table." "What?! That's blackmail! This...this is wrong! We don't even have sex anymore, everything's back on track and I've been good!" "Do you really have a choice? It's this or the reputation of you and your *step-sister* are ruined. Besides, you say 'we don't have sex anymore', but who'd believe that over photos?" "Please, I actually just lost my virginity. I can't get it back, but I can fight lust and abstain again." "You were a virgin?...Well it makes sense. Someone as hot as you trying to be a priest. It's plausible." "So you'll let me go?" "Nope." Jonah already knew where this was going. The truth was, he was scared for himself, but being the good person he was, he was worried more so for Alyssa. As much stress that she had caused him, he still loved her and cared for her. As he looked at the pictures, he decided get straight to the point. "So, what now?" "It's simple really, I want you to be my little boy toy." Jonah gave Angela a shocked expression and she continued, "You heard me, you can start by taking off your clothes." Jonah paused and gave it some thought. He could not find a way out. He had finally gotten back on track with his celibate life and now it was being wrecked again. There was only one thing he could do. He began to strip. "Mmm baby, yeah, that's what I like." Once Jonah was completely naked, Angela was completely silent. She gasped, "Oh my God! It's beautiful!" Angela felt like drooling from the size of Jonah's cock. It was bigger than she had hoped for. She could not stop smiling at how large his member was. Angela removed her shirt and bra. She cupped her D's and commanded Jonah, "Come suck my nipples." Jonah had never seen a pair of breasts so big. He thought Alyssa's C's were huge, but this outdid them for sure. He walked up to Angela and he put her right nipple into his mouth while playing with the other one. He was surprised at how fast he was to follow her orders. Perhaps it was the fact that he had not had sex in a while. Jonah had been blue balling since the incident with the confessional. Since then, he had been going to church, confessing his sins, and abstaining from temptation. He felt that things were getting better, but Angela was taking that away from him. Just like Alyssa did. However, he wanted Angela's body because he was blue balling. It overrode all that. That was what frightened Jonah the most. He *really* enjoyed sex. He never truly noticed until he and Alyssa had stopped having sex. Angela moaned from the sensation. She had not been touched by a man in a long time. She was completely overjoyed to feel a man's touch again...and much more that was to follow. She gently stroked his head and moaned in his ear, "Oh Jonah, you drive me wild! Keep sucking them, you're so good!" Jonah continued to suck Angela's nipples; he alternated between sucking the right and left one. Although Angela was blackmailing him, Jonah was actually enjoying this. His last sexual encounter with Alyssa was an abusive one. He really liked her stroking his head gently instead of slapping his face. He liked that she was not being too rough. Angela spoke again, "That's good, now show me how good you are with your tongue." Angela removed the rest of her clothing and stood in front of Jonah completely bare. Jonah got to his knees and began to lick away at Angela's pussy. She stroked his head softly again and moaned to him, "Mmm, you're tongue feels so good." Angela leaned back and sat on her chair to put her legs up in the air, exposing everything to Jonah. Jonah could see Angela's pussy fully and he loved the view. There was not a single pubic hair to be found. Not on her pubic bone area, not on her lips, not even on her anus. It was completely smooth. Alyssa had a small patch above her clitoris though, but it was not like he was complaining. Angela saw that Jonah was staring. She demanded his response. "What's wrong?" "Oh sorry, I...it's just...you, you look so clean down there." She smiled at his compliment, "Aww, thank you." Jonah got back to eating Angela's pussy. He switched between licking her clitoris and licking her vaginal walls. "Mmm, oh yes! That's it baby, that's the spot, keep licking me there! I'm already gonna cum!" Jonah continued to lick at Angela's clitoris. He then stuck two fingers in her pussy and doubled her pleasure. "I'm cumming!" Jonah licked at Angela's clitoris faster and he could feel her pussy contracting on his fingers. Angela was having the time of her life. She was having a strong orgasm. She clamped her hands to the arms of her chair and moaned loudly from her climax. As her orgasm was beginning to subside, she told Jonah to stop licking her. She was getting very sensitive now. She would go crazy if he continued any further. Jonah got back to his feet and picked up his clothes to leave. Angela hugged him from behind and said, "Just where do you think you're going? *You* still need to cum." **Chapter XIII** Jonah dropped his clothes as he felt Angela's hand stroking his cock. He could feel her warm soothing body touching his back. She even smelled nice too. She had a fruity smell, some sort of citrus scented perfume. Angela kissed the right side of Jonah's neck and then moved her kisses to his right shoulder. Jonah put his left hand on top of Angela's left hand, which was on his abdomen. His right palm was pressed against the wall. He never tried this before, but it felt nice. He turned his head to look at Angela. He warned her, "Dr. Summers...I can't control myself, please stop..." Angela smiled and said, "Shh, just enjoy, and call me Angela." "Angela...I...I..." Jonah turned around to stop Angela, but he was met with a kiss. She attacked his lips and then continued stroking him. She got to her knees and began to put his cock in her mouth. She took the first seven inches in. "Ah! Dr. Sum—Angela! It...It feels so good!" Angela popped his cock out of her mouth and responded, "Moan for me baby. Tell me how good it feels." She put it back in her mouth, this time, taking the whole thing in. She gagged briefly but soon regained control of her gag reflex. Angela was experienced. She knew what she was doing. During the time her sex life was on hiatus, she would often practice on sausages and bananas. When the time came for her to pleasure someone she found worthy, she would be ready. And she was. "Angela! It...feels...so...amazing!" Angela appreciated his compliment. She popped his cock out of her mouth again and put it between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts together and stroked him. Jonah enjoyed the softness of Angela's breasts. He really liked that beautiful smile that she gave him as she suffocated his cock with her huge twins. She was better at giving a blowjob and titfuck than Alyssa. Jonah moaned, "Angela! I'm gonna cum!" Angela put Jonah's glands in her mouth as he was shooting his load. She swallowed by every squirt. When she let his cock out of her mouth, there were no traces of cum left to be found inside. "Oh my gosh that was amazing!" Angela smiled at Jonah and said, "I hope you're not done yet, my pussy is dripping wet." Jonah gulped at the statement of this woman. Perhaps what he agreed to was something he bit off that was more than he could chew. Either way, he had no choice. Angela giggled at the nervous look on Jonah's face. "Hehe. You just look like 'please don't rape me'." Jonah looked uncertain on how to respond to that. Angela caressed Jonah's face and spoke again, "Don't worry, all you have to do is satisfy my sexual needs and desires for a bit longer and I'll let you go." "O...okay." Angela looked down to find that Jonah was still hard. She smiled at the site. "Mmm, looks like *you're* ready. Be a dear and sit on my chair for me, would ya. I'll do all the work, is that okay?" "Sh...sure." Jonah obeyed and sat on Angela's chair. She turned around and sat on his cock. It slowly moved in. It had a different feel to Alyssa's but it was still just as good in his opinion. It was just different. Angela moaned from the penetration, "Mmm Jonah, I love your big fat cock! Play with my tits!" Angela grabbed his hands, too impatient to wait for him to respond or obey on his own. Once his hands made contact with her breasts, Jonah started to squeeze and fondle them. She moved up and down his cock as she had her breasts played with. "Fuck yeah! That's it baby! Just like that!" Jonah was really getting into it. Angela's breasts were huge, soft, and warm. He admired her toned body as well. He figured that she must work out because her body looked spectacular. He not only found her large breasts to be arousing, but her hip to ass ratio as well. Looking at her back and moving his eyes down to the crack of her ass. The voluptuous curves that really stood out when his eyes moved from her lower back to her butt cheeks. All this while squeezing the voluptuous melons for breasts Angela possessed on top. Jonah was in heaven. Ironically, this was what would send him to hell. Angela was finally experiencing Jonah's cock just like she wanted. She had touched herself to sleep so many nights after they had first encountered each other. The feeling of his hot hard rod entering her lonely pussy. She was enjoying it so much that her pussy leaked onto his cock, down to his balls, coating them, and then dripping onto her chair. She already felt herself coming to a climax, then she heard Jonah's warning. "Angela! I'm gonna cum if you keep doing this!" "Cum with me! I'm gonna cum too. Don't worry, I'm on the pill! Please, fill me up!" Jonah began to paint Angela's inner walls with his seed. The moment she felt the first shot of warm fluid hit her insides, she started to climax with him. She kept moaning his name, "Jonah! Jonah! Oh Jonah! I'm cumming!" Jonah had a really strong orgasm and he could feel his cum leaking out of Angela's pussy while he was still inside her. Once she got off him, it all spilled out onto his pubic mount. Angela turned around and saw the mess on him. "Oh, we can't have you walk around with all that on you. Here, let me clean you up." Angela got on her knees again and began to suck and lick up whatever cum was on Jonah, both his and hers. She even licked up their cum that was on her chair. She tasted the mixture of Jonah and herself in her mouth and happily swallowed. She got up and asked Jonah, "So, you ready for round 2?" Jonah's eyes widened from her question. Angela giggled at his gullible reaction. "I'm kidding! I won't keep you here any longer. Give me your number and I'll text or call you when and where to meet me again." "Okay." Angela and Jonah put their clothes back on. He left her office and left with Alyssa at the end of the day. Angela sat in her chair and sighed contently. She was quiet satisfied with what just happened in her office, but the truth was, she still wanted to try other things out with Jonah. She was excited with what the future had in store for her. **Chapter XIV** As Jonah was driving home, he kept thinking about what he just did. Alyssa caught a faint whiff of perfume. She was starting to get suspicious, but then let it go. As they got home, Jonah let Alyssa cook for herself. She quickly heated up some ramen with water. She still did not know how to cook. She did not clean the house much either. Jonah saw the mess and wanted to bring it up many times, but there was too much tension between them as it was. Alyssa spoke to him without so much as facing him, "See ya." "Okay—" SLAM! Alyssa slammed her door and got on her laptop. Jonah did not appreciate her attitude towards him since they established the agreement not to have sex. Things were not going very well between them. He wanted to fix things, but she always told him to go away when he would knock on her door to talk to her. Jonah sighed unhappily as he began to cook dinner for himself. Alyssa was lying on her bed doing her lab report for Professor Summers, sad about how she treated Jonah. She figured that it would be best for her to be a bitch towards him. That way, she would push him away and he did not have to like her anymore. She truly felt that she was over him. She wanted to make sure that he was the same. If it meant being a bitch to him, then so be it. She said in her head, 'I'm sorry Jonah, but it's for the best.' 'Now the question is: how will I do better in my biology course?' 'I hardly knew anything that you didn't cover with me.' 'Summers is gonna rip my exam up.' Alyssa hit her face into her bed in frustration. She wanted to get help, but she did not want to ask Jonah. Not after the way she treated him after the agreement and everything else prior to that. She figured it was time to man up. Jonah would not be there for her forever anyway. Alyssa started to study on her own and do her best to do better in her biology class. The next day, Jonah got a call from Angela after he finished school for the day. "Hello?" "Hey sexy. I need you, meet me in my office." "Okay." "Thanks, see you here." Before Jonah knew it, he was already in Angela's office with both of them naked, having sex. "Angela, I'm cumming!" "Me too!" Angela's stressful day of stupid students and stupid co-workers all went away with that squirt of cum inside her. She was loving this. To decrease her chances of having her plan jeopardized, Angela had planned to let Jonah chose every now and then what sexual activity he wanted. It was her way of making sure he enjoyed it. She wanted Jonah to like their relationship because she believed that sex should be enjoyed by both parties. Her other, more cynical reason for doing so was to ensure he was having just as much fun as her, which would make him happy, thus decreasing his chances of trying to end their secret relationship. She decided to let him chose what to do next this time by asking, "So, what has Alyssa never done for you? I'll let that wish come true." Alyssa...What was Jonah going to tell her? Her heart would be broken by what he was doing. He then thought about the things she said to him earlier. 'I just wanted to tell you that this is just sex between us.' 'It's not some kind of romantic thing going on. Don't get it confused.' 'Don't come crawling to me because you need a fix.' Although those words and logic told him that nothing was wrong, Jonah's heart was telling him differently. The truth was, he did have feelings and they recently had been locked away. He kept telling himself that she did not want anything to do with him romantically. There was still some residue of his feelings for her that currently existed, but day by day, he was healing. With all these thoughts, Jonah looked to the floor and had a distraught look on his face. Angela saw it and knew she did wrong mentioning Alyssa's name. 'Shit, I hit a touchy subject!' She got a hold of his face and apologized, "Hey, Jonah, I'm sorry. I won't bring up her name anymore, okay?" Jonah looked at her face and could see sincerity. He really appreciated that. He smiled at her responding, "Thank You." She gently caressed his right cheek and gave him a reassuring smile saying, "You're welcome. I just wanted to give you something that you've always wanted to try. Anything." Jonah was quite perplexed by her kindness. One day, she was blackmailing him, the next, she was offering any form of sexual gratification. He saw Angela facing her back towards him, leaning over her desk, and put her right hand on it. She took a deep breath and spread her left butt cheek with her left hand asking, "Have you ever tried this hole before?" Jonah was stunned by such an offer. He could see how pink her anus was. It was very small and frail looking. It was a precious little flower. Was she really offering her anus for his pleasure? Sodomy? He did not know how to answer her question. He just answered honestly. "No." "Would you like to try it?" "I...uh..." Angela giggled, "I'll take that as a yes." Angela opened her desk and pulled out some lube. She put some on her left hand and tossed it to Jonah. "Put some on your cock and just wait for me to stretch it out first. There's no way I can take that monster right from the get go." Jonah always believed that sodomy was sinful. He wanted to refuse Angela, but the sight of her asshole aroused him for some reason. It was just so tiny and cute with its wrinkly pink texture. The only word that came out of his mouth was, "Okay." He applied the lube to his cock and made sure to cover everything. He was starting to stoke himself from the sight of Angela shoving three lubed pens up her ass. She lubed a forth pen and shoved it in. She did the same with a fifth pen. He already felt like cumming and it did not help that she was moaning while doing it too. Angela was excited, but nervous at the same time. She was always curious, but never got the chance. She had only taken her fingers and small objects in there. She moaned on purpose to give Jonah a good show. She looked back and saw that he was already stroking himself. She smiled at her success. She got a sixth pen and shoved it in. She was enjoying it just as much as Jonah was watching, if not more so. "Okay, let's try it." Angela lied on her back on top of her desk and put her knees to her chest. She still had the pens in her ass, so she pushed them out and they all fell to the floor. Jonah got into position and began to press. He could see a look of worry in her eyes. He asked in concern, "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I'm fine." "You look worried, I just don't want to see you uncomfortable." "What? You're...concerned? For me?" "Well...yeah, I mean I care about everyone." No matter how much wrong someone had done Jonah, he never held a grudge. It was his Christian upbringing. Love thy neighbor as thyself. Love thy enemy. Forgive those who have afflicted you. The concepts of love and forgiveness. One he felt many Christian of today did not follow. Angela was quite touched by his caring nature. She really liked and appreciated it. She decided to be honest with him. She did not take him for the asshole type who would laugh at her. "I've...never done it back there before." "Oh, did, did you wanna stop then? We don't have to do this." "No! Please, I wanna try it. Please." She gave Jonah begging puppy dog eyes and said in a cute voice, "Pweety Pwease." Jonah could not resist. She was turning him on. There was something about the woman being submissive that he enjoyed. Angela could not help it either. She *was* a submissive. She was blackmailing this man and now she was begging him for his cock instead of commanding him. She found it to be ironic. She said that she wanted Jonah to be her toy, but deep down inside, she wanted to be Jonah's toy. However, she was not ready to share that with him quite yet. She may let him know somewhere down the road, but not today. Jonah found Angela's sudden change of demeanor to be quite attractive. She could tell that he enjoyed her coyness. Perhaps he may one day come visit her and have sex with her without her requesting it. She smiled at the thought. "Okay, but please let me know if you wanna stop." Jonah said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "I will." Jonah began to press into Angela's sphincter. She relaxed and the head started to enter. She gasped at the sensation and she caressed his face, giving him a smile. Jonah stopped penetrating her. He was worried, but then her smile calmed him. He started to press in again. Numerous thoughts were going through Angela's head. 'I'm actually doing it! I'm getting fucked in the ass!' 'I'm glad he's not trying to fuck me right away.' 'He's so caring and sweet.' Jonah held her hand as a means of comfort to show that he would halt his sexual desires if she were uncomfortable in the slightest. Angela really liked that, especially because she was a bit nervous right now. Despite the blackmail from Angela, Jonah found her sudden timid look to be quite cute. It was not exactly something Alyssa was good at. "Mmm, Jonah, you're putting it in such a dirty place. It turns me on so much." Jonah pressed in more, encouraged from what Angela said. Angela moaned as they continued to hold hands. Jonah looked into her eyes and she looked back. Jonah got this strange feeling that it was not just lust in her eyes. Like it was some form of affection. He looked down and saw that his cock was completely buried in Angela's ass. Before he could start moving, Angela requested as she smiled at him, "Leave it like this for a bit, it feels so nice." "Okay." Angela closed her eyes and rubbed Jonah's hand sensually. She used her other hand to rub her clitoris. Her pussy was already leaking down onto her ass and Jonah's pubic area. The feeling was wonderful. She knew it was going to be good, but she did not anticipate it to be this good. The thought of Jonah's cock being so invasive to her most forbidden virgin hole was what got her off the most. After having Jonah wait and watch her touch herself, Angela felt that her asshole had enough time to get accustomed to the stretch. She opened her eyes to look back at Jonah. "Alright baby, you can start moving." Jonah moved his hips backwards, making his cock pull out slowly. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. Angela's tight ring clung to him as if it did not want him to go. It was snug around the base of his cock. In contrast, the inside was warm and soft. He loved it. Jonah could do nothing but moan to her, "Angela! It feels...so good!" "Same here!" Angela was enjoying this just as much as Jonah. She always felt so dirty and kinky when she shoved her fingers or pens back there, but this was a whole other level of anal pleasure. She felt her asshole stretch and her rectum filling. It turned her on so much to know that Jonah was nine inches deep inside her dirty back door. She stroked her clitoris faster as she released all tension back there. "Yes! That's it! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my tight ass!" Jonah only responded by moving faster. As much as Jonah believed how sinful anal sex was, he was enjoying it deep down. It turned him on that he was committing an act so taboo. He grabbed Angela's breasts and caressed them. He switched between giving her breasts a squeeze and giving her nipples a rub. Angela stopped rubbing her clitoris and used her fingers instead to insert into her pussy. She kept her other hand with Jonah's. Her pointer and middle slipped in with ease. She thrusted her fingers in and out, trying to match Jonah's rhythm with her ass. This beat a hairbrush and pen any day. With the new sensations that both were experiencing, it was not long before— "Jonah, I'm gonna cum!" "Me too!" "Cum with me! Cum inside my ass baby! I want you to fill it up 'til I can shit nothing but cum for a week!" That last sentence, oddly enough, did not turn Jonah off, but rather on. "Angela! I'm cumming!" Jonah shot load upon load inside Angela. She was cumming with Jonah. Her vaginal muscles hugged her fingers as she had her strong orgasm. She could feel Jonah squirting a lot of cum inside her. It was so dirty to her and she loved it. There was no way it would not leak out once he pulled it out. Jonah had experienced his cum leaking out every now and then with Alyssa, but the anus was a much tighter hole. He figured that his cum would not leak out. It was tighter and gave a different feel. He pulled out and immediately, some spilled out onto the floor. Angela could feel some of it running down the crack of her ass, so she tightened her butt cheeks and her sphincter. She wanted to keep his cum inside her. She always fantasized about having cum inside her ass for a whole day. "Jonah...that was incredible!" "Are you okay? It doesn't hurt or anything does it?" "I'm fine, don't worry." Angela appreciated Jonah's continued concern post anal. She really liked that in a man. She had had too many asshole boyfriends and fuck buddies who were inconsiderate narcissistic bastards. She once had a guy who actually made her vomit because he was too rough with her mouth during oral and he had the nerve to blame her. "Okay, I'm just making sure, wouldn't want you in pain or even discomfort." Angela could not take it anymore. She said to herself, 'Alright, this guy deserves it.' She got to her feet and put her hands to Jonah's cheeks. She moved her face closer to his and closed her eyes as she gave him a sincere kiss. Jonah shut up right away, not expecting that. She opened her eyes as she broke the kiss and smiled at him saying, "Thank you Jonah, you're so sweet." **Chapter XV** After getting dressed and leaving Angela's office, Jonah was driving back home. No matter how hard he tried to remain calm, he was unable to prevent himself from getting strong anxiety for what he did...again. He could not get the scary 'what if' thought out of his head. 'What if Alyssa found out?!' 'Why can't I stop having sex?! Why does it have to feel so good?!' 'No! I'm doing this to protect me and Alyssa!' '...' 'From a woman who just kissed you and gave you googly eyes?' 'Maybe I could talk her out of it.' With all these questions of hypotheticals and doubts, Jonah was already home, parked. He opened the door to find Alyssa studying on the couch. Despite Alyssa's recent bitchy attitude, Jonah never gave up on being kind to his step-sister. "Hey." He said kindly and casually. "Hey." She responded in a quick bitchy irritated manner as always. Jonah walked into the living room to check for homework he had worked on, only to find it was not there. Alyssa got a quick whiff of that fruity scent again. She got more suspicious now. What exactly was Jonah up to? The idea of Jonah with another woman was something to disregard at first, but she smelled that scent again. 'This is fucking crazy!' 'He's not screwing anyone!' '...' 'Why do I even care?!' 'He's my step-brother for crying out loud! 'Nothing more, nothing less!' Alyssa got up to go to her room to study. She could not concentrate out in the living. Jonah saw her walk away without saying a word and then heard her slam her door. He did not understand what her problem was. Why was she so bitter about ending their sexual relationship? He signed in depression and prepared dinner for himself. The next day, Angela called upon Jonah for his *help.* Jonah would often say to himself, 'I'm doing this for me and Alyssa.' 'I have no other choice.' However, what he failed to admit was that he really did enjoy what he was doing with Angela. That woman really could please a man. She was better than Alyssa at pleasuring him. Although, even if Jonah did notice this, he would never admit it out of respect for Alyssa. He also liked the way Angela treated him. It was much better than the way Alyssa was treating him. Once Jonah met with Angela again, he thought to himself, 'Maybe today would be a good day to try and persuade Angela to stop the blackmail...' Angela began to remove her clothes. '...or not.' Jonah was completely torn. He felt he could still try to be a good priest, but at the same time, he did not want the sex to stop. His abstinence flew out the window already. He had confessed his sins a couple of times, but he only confessed masturbation. It also did not help that every time he confessed, it was only followed by the return of sexual activity. First by Alyssa, then by Angela. He wanted his old life back, but... Angela was now completely naked. She cupped her breasts and winked seductively to Jonah saying, "Come and get it." ...he couldn't resist Alyssa's body, nor Angela's. He was completely hopeless. He once again, gave into temptation. He sucked on Angela's nipples, but then saw a look of uncertainty on her face. He asked her, "Is everything okay Angela?" "Yeah...yeah...hey Jonah, could you do me a favor?" "Uh, okay, sure." "I kinda have this fetish." "Yeah?" "I...I like asking science questions while getting fucked. Can you answer them for me while you fuck me?" Jonah found that to be quite weird. He agreed nonetheless. Angela was being very nice to him, so he figured he would return the favor. For someone who was blackmailing him, she was quite charming and cute when she was being so coy and submissive. Jonah removed all of his clothes and was inside Angela's soft pussy feeling her warmth in less than ten seconds. He fucked her and then she began to ask him questions. "Mmm Jonah, let's begin, I'll start off easy." "Okay." "What's the difference between bacterial transformation, conjugation, and transduction?" "Transformation is..." THRUST "...bacteria getting DNA from the..." THRUST "...environment. Transduction..." THRUST "...is getting DNA from..." THRUST "... a virus. Conjugation is..." THRUST "DNA from bacteria to..." THRUST "...bacteria!" "Mmm yes! Fuck yes! Fuck, oh Jonah, you're fucking turning me on!" Jonah was not very aroused from the Q and A, but he did not mind it either. It was making Angela feel good, so it did not bother him. If anything, it made him last longer. She continued to ask him questions on cell permeability to things on the Nernst equation, to macromolecule digestions and the enzymes that are involved. He kept answering her questions correctly. "Oh God, Jonah! Fuck! I'm cumming!" Never, had Angela ever come across a man willing to do this for her while still maintaining an erection and still answering her questions right. Jonah really was a unique person. Someone she never knew that truly existed. She always thought that a man like him was just a fantasy prince like any other white knight on a magnificent ivory steed. She was starting to like him more than she usually would a fuck buddy. Those feelings were starting to frighten her. However, she put that aside and sighed happily after her climax subsided, "My God you're amazing!" "Thanks." Jonah smiled in reply. Angela smiled back at him and assaulted his lips. "Really, thanks for that, I honest thought you weren't capable of fulfilling this fantasy of mine. I'm sorry for doubting you. You're the first to actually do this for me and actually stay hard while answering correctly. You've been very patient with me. So, thank you, I mean it." "I just wanted to make you feel good. You actually asked me what I wanted and you completely accepted it. I wanted to do the same for you..." Jonah smiled and continued, "...no matter how weird it is." Jonah appreciated Angela's consideration for his sexual desires. With Alyssa, it was always about her commanding him. She was a real dominatrix and at first, Jonah was aroused from it, but after a while, he got tired of things always being her way. He wanted to be asked what he wanted and Angela did just that. He noticed that Angela was not smiling at his last comment. She had a very serious look on her face. He indirectly called her weird. He was worried that she may have taken offense, so he asked her, "Angela? What's wrong?" Angela silently kissed Jonah again. She kept giving him several small affectionate kisses. She stopped and said to him, "You are so caring and sweet! You are such a wonderful man! You are completely selfless and deserve every ounce of happiness!" "I'm not." "Yes you are!" "I'm just weak and give into sex. I'm a monster. I've been irresponsible. All I think about is sex. I'm selfish; I'm a terrible person—" "No you're not! Every guy always thinks about sex. You just recently started having sex. It's only natural to want sex after abstaining for so many years! It's sexually liberating for you, enjoy it!" "There's no excuse. I got sex from Alyssa in exchange for doing housework for her." "It's my fault, I blackmailed you and you were seduced prior. Alyssa should have respected your wanting to be a priest and I should have too. It's our fault. We were selfish, not you! Also, it's only human to want sex! Do you honestly believe only men enjoy sex?!" "..." "Alyssa enjoyed it too. Sex should be enjoyed by both partners! It's mutually beneficial. A woman should never treat sex as a task. Alyssa's treating sex as if only you liked it. I'm sure she liked it too. She...she tricked you into thinking that what you had with her was fair!" "Please, don't make excuses for me Angela." "No! You are an amazing man and I'm really starting to li..." "You're starting to what?" Angela was amazed to find that there was someone with such a pure heart. He may not be perfect, true, but he was still a hell of a lot better than other men she knew. If she had dated a man as wonderful as him earlier in life, she would probably be a better person than the blackmailing bitch she was now. "Look Jonah, if anyone's going to heaven, it's you. No one's perfect. Try not to be too hard on yourself, okay? It's just not healthy for you." "Okay...I'll try." They got dressed and Jonah left. She watched him through the window as if every second of seeing him counted. Once Jonah left, she thought to herself, 'Why did I almost tell him that I liked him?!' 'I don't like him. I don't have those feelings for anyone.' Angela heard a text from her phone. She anxiously checked it, thinking it was Jonah. However, it was her co-worker asking about the petri dishes in the incubator of the school laboratory. She sighed in disappointment and replied to the text. She then admitted to herself, 'Oh who am I kidding, I *do* like him...I like him...' 'This is *not* good. I can't actually *like* like someone, can I?' 'I can't trust my heart to a man, he'd just abuse me.' 'He'd just be like all the rest...but he's not. He's kind, caring, considerate, genuine and even able to answer fucking biology questions while we fuck!' Angela groaned in frustration, "Why Jonah? Why do you gotta do this to me?" **Chapter XVI** As the rest of the week passed, Angela and Jonah continued their secret meetings. Angela became a lot more pleasant to be around by each passing day, while Alyssa became the opposite. The more Jonah had sex with Angela, the more it became apparent that she was more of a submissive than a dominant. Jonah realized he was into being the one taking charge. For the couple of times he tried to resist Angela, she did not need to threaten him with the blackmail. She simply used her coy charm to seduce him. Friday was the night that would change everything. After Jonah and Alyssa got home, his phone went off. Alyssa wore an extremely jealous look on her face. Jonah answered it and looked at Alyssa's face. "Hello?...Oh, I'm sorry, you have the wrong number...bye." Alyssa rolled her eyes. She could smell that fruity scent again. It was all too familiar to her. That was the last straw. Jonah had been going out every night, smelling of perfume when he got home. He had to be seeing someone. Alyssa snapped, "Who is she?!" "What?" "Don't fucking play dumb with me! I know you're fucking someone!" "No, I swear I'm not." "You're a fucking lying! There's no way you can go this long without sex and not want my body! Unless there's someone else! Now fess up!" Jonah was fed up with Alyssa's attitude. By every passing day of this past week, Alyssa's attitude escalated. She became worse, turning into an extremely jealous girlfriend. He was already to the point where he did not care if Alyssa was mad—she would be mad regardless. She was always mad at him for something. Jonah turned and walked away from Alyssa, going to his room. "Hey! Don't walk away from me!" Jonah continued to ignore her. Alyssa felt helpless. She could not force him to talk to her, so she let him go. As he left her sight, she realized just how ridiculously she acted. Despite telling him that there was nothing romantic going on between them, she was acting as if there was. She fled to her room, feeling like she was about to cry. She was ashamed of how she acted. Jonah lied on his bed and began to call Angela back. He thought about what Angela told him. "If I ever call you and she's right there, just say 'You have the wrong number.' got it?" Angela answered the phone. Jonah's heart was beating fast. He was getting nervous. He was actually developing feelings for Angela now. Never had he had such a complex love life, if you could even call his situation love. "Hey handsome." "Hey Angela, sorry about that." "It's cool, can you come over right now? Do you have time?" "Yeah, I'll be there. Just give me a few minutes to shower." "Okay, I'll see you here." "Okay, bye." "Bye." Meanwhile, Alyssa was sitting on her bed, curled up with her knees to her chin. She desperately searched for an answer in her head. 'Why did I lash out like that?' 'He's not my boyfriend, he's not my lover, he's just my step-brother.' 'Maybe I'm just sexually frustrated.' The truth was, after she agreed to not have sex with Jonah anymore, she attempted to have sex with classmates at school, but in the end, she declined. 'I don't understand! Why does the thought of him with another woman piss me off?!' Alyssa had not been very happy recently. She had been quite depressed over the past few days and she did not know why. Then, the obvious finally hit her on top of the head. "I still have feeling!" That very statement was the truth that set her free. For too long she had been denying her true feeling and now she was willing to bet that it was too late to fix things with Jonah. She had been a bitch to Jonah for so long and she told him that no romance was possible between them. She devised a plan in her head to get Jonah back. 'Okay, how do I do this?' 'He's gonna leave to God knows where.' 'I...I'm gonna sneak into his car and find out where he goes!' 'That's final!' Alyssa left her room and noticed the shower running. She took advantage of the situation. She grabbed his keys and unlocked his car door. She returned them to where they were and hopped in the car. She locked the doors from the inside and hid in the backseat. 'I'm crazy for doing this!' 'Why am I doing this?!' 'This is fucking crazy!' 'Goddammit!' Jonah got out of the shower and changed quickly. He was a bit concerned for Alyssa, so he knocked on her door. KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "Hey sis, I have to go, if you need me, please call me." Silence. "Sis?" Silence. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ignore you like that earlier, please call me if you need me. See you later." Jonah considered opening her door, but he figured that she would most likely yell at him, so he refrained from doing so. He left the house and got into his car. He turned it on and drove away. **Chapter XVII** Jonah had arrived at Angela's house. He quickly got out of his car and locked it. Alyssa peaked her head out to see a medium sized house. She wanted go after him, but she was cautious. The last thing she wanted to do was to get spotted. Once he entered the house, she unlocked the door and got out of the car. She noticed a very familiar car parked outside. 'Is that?...No! It can't be!' Alyssa desperately tried to find a way to look into the windows but all the curtains were covering them. She moved to the back door to find it unlocked. She hurried in and panicked in her head. 'Please let me be wrong! Please God! Please!' Alyssa made it into the living room. She was right. There in front of her was Jonah having sex with her biology professor. Angela moaned from the fucking she was receiving form Jonah. She then noticed Alyssa. "What the fuck are *you* doing here?!" Jonah turned and his eyes widened. "A...Alyssa!" "Jonah! Why did you bring her here?!" "I...I didn't!" Alyssa fell to her knees feeling defeated. She mumbled, "You fucking bastard..." Jonah pulled out of Angela and walked to her. "Sis, what are you doing here?!" Alyssa got back to her feet and tears started to pour out. She yelled at him, "You fucking bastard!" She pounded on his chest and it soon turned to her sitting on the floor and holding his left hand with both of hers. She wept as she looked down to the floor, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry Jonah! I'm sorry for everything! You've been nothing but good to me! I've just been nothing but a bitch! Please Jonah! Please come back to me! I...I love you!" She had finally let the truth out. She had just lifted a huge weight off of her shoulders, but now a new one was about to be put on her by Angela. Angela wanted to say something along the lines of 'how pathetic' or 'stupid bitch' but she refrained. She knew for a fact that Jonah would not take kindly to that. Instead, she was concocting ideas on her next move. "Get up sis." Alyssa got to her feet and Jonah hugged her. He smiled at her as he said, "You're my sister, of course I forgive you for everything you've done to me." "I don't want you to be my step-brother! I want you to be my lover! I'll do anything! You can slap me, take me as you please. I'll learn how to cook and clean after myself! Please! Just please come back!" Angela was analyzing Jonah's situation with Alyssa simply by the words she was crying and using what limited knowledge she had. She got an idea of how fucked up their relationship was. "You were protecting someone like this?! Someone who mistreats you and underappreciates you?!" "What? Pro...protecting?!" Alyssa asked, confused. "That's right, two step-siblings committing such indecent acts. I caught the two of you that night in the lab. I have pictured proof. You're selfless step-brother agreed to give me his body if I kept it a secret and this is how you repay him, huh?" "Jonah...is this true?" "...yes." "Jonah! Why didn't you tell me?!" "I...I just didn't wanna burden you with that knowledge. You already have enough to worry about in school as it is and—" "Jonah! You stupid, stupid, stupid...come here!" Alyssa grabbed Jonah by his head and kissed him. She was touched by his extreme act of selflessness. Little did she know, he did enjoy himself. Alyssa felt happy to finally taste his kiss again in such a long time. Angela became jealous saying, "Hey, hands off!" "Fuck off bitch! He's mine!" "I don't think so, he's staying with me, right Jonah?" Jonah looked at Alyssa who had given him pleading eyes. He looked back at Angela who soon did the same. Jonah still had feelings for Alyssa, but he was not sure if she would change. He had feelings for Angela too. She was a much more responsible woman, but he was not sure if she really wanted to be with him or if it was just sex. He was not sure who really wanted to be with him and who wanted just sex. Angela then confessed to Jonah, "Jonah, I really...I really...like you. I wanna be your girlfriend, not your fuck buddy. Please be with me. I'll even give you threesomes with other women." That just made things more complicated for Jonah. Alyssa saw the confusion on Jonah's face and quickly took the initiative. She kissed Jonah while caressing his cock. "Come on Jonah, let's show this old bat how young people fuck!" Angela became extremely jealous again, but then she got an idea in her head. One that may even prevent any form of violence. "If you think I'll let you degrade me like this, then you've got another thing coming!" Angela walked up to the two making out. Angela would normally start a cat fight, but then she saw a golden opportunity... Alyssa had her eyes closed while kissing Jonah, she felt him caress her sides tenderly, but then she felt something else. She yelped and opened her eyes to find Angela groping her left breast with her left hand and using her right hand to rub her pussy. "Hey! What are you doing?!" "You broke into my house. I could report you for trespassing, burglary, take your pick. I'm willing to let it slide if you let me do a little something to you." "What?! No!" "You either agree to my terms or its jail time bitch." Alyssa felt helpless and cornered. She was quite afraid. Was her professor going to rape her? A woman forcing another woman? Jonah would not let that happen! Would he? She quickly contemplated her decision accordingly with her situation and could see that she had no other choice. She agreed, "Fine." "Wait, Angela, please, just let her go." Jonah joined in. "Sorry Jonah, but..." Angela saw the look on Jonah's face. His face was too adorable for her to say no to. She wanted to take it back and make Jonah happy, but at the same time, that would mean instant defeat from her rival. She then found a brilliant compromise. "Ms. McClain, I have an interesting proposal for you instead." "Wha...what is it?" Alyssa asked nervously. "I'll let you join us, but you have to be my little slave tonight and I'll let this whole trespassing business slide along with giving you a good grade in my class. The better you pleasure me, the higher your grade. *Now* does it sound fair?" "..." Silence from Alyssa. "..." Silence from Jonah. "It's a deal." Alyssa finally said. "Sis! You don't have to—" "Enough Jonah, I fully agree to this, it's killing two birds with one stone." Angela smiled saying, "All right, now that the three of us got that out of the way, how about we get this threesome started." Class was in session... **Chapter XVIII** Alyssa gulped. She had no idea what she just got herself into. She agreed to the terms because it immediately became more beneficial, but then she just realized that she was going to become a sex slave to her own professor. She also put some of the blame on her bi-curiousness. She was starting to get cold feet. Angela spoke to Jonah, "Jonah, I really meant it when I said I'd be willing to have threesomes with you and other women, let this be my proof to you." Angela then commanded Alyssa, "Go make out with him slave!" "Ye...yes ma'am!" Alyssa said as she flinched, obviously intimidated. Both Alyssa and Jonah were puzzled by Angela's command. Why would she willingly let Alyssa kiss him? Despite the suspicious nature of Angela's command, Alyssa kissed Jonah and closed her eyes, filling comfort from his lips and his warmth. However, she then felt Angela put her tongue in her ear and wiggled it around as she assaulted her clitoris again with her fingers. Jonah could not tell if they were fighting or loving each other. All he knew for sure was, he found it very arousing. Alyssa pushed Angela off out of natural response. Angela then asked, "Are those police sirens I hear?" "I...I'm sorry...ma'am." "Just call me Angela, don't call me 'ma'am,' it makes me feel fucking old." 'At least we agree on something.' Alyssa thought to herself. "Okay, Angela." "Ew, that doesn't sound right when *you* say it..." Angela put on a deviant smile and said, "...call me Mistress instead." Alyssa could not believe what she just heard. However, she did not want to go to jail and fail her biology class. She decided to go with it. She was about to call Angela 'Mistress,' but Angela was too impatient to wait for her. She touched Alyssa for a third time. She found Alyssa's left nipple and began to pinch it. She found her erect clitoris and rubbed it in a circular motion. Alyssa wanted to push Angela off, but she was too afraid of her threats. She felt so humiliated to have the man she cared for watch her get touch by another woman. She then spoke to Jonah, "You know Jonah, I never told you this, but I'm quite skilled in pleasing women too. Let me show you." One thing nobody knew about Angela was that she was bisexual. She always wanted to try a threesome with a woman and a man. That's what made her dilemma with Alyssa a perfect opportunity for her. If it were not for that fact, she would most likely tie up Alyssa and fuck Jonah in front of her to enjoy the pain on Alyssa's face. Another factor that made the decision much easier was that Angela found Alyssa to be quite attractive, so she decided a threesome would be the most beneficial situation for everyone. If she was not hot, then she would not have gone with it. Angela kicked the pleasure up a notch and Alyssa moaned from the sudden increase of stimulation, but soon snapped out of it. "This is crazy!" Alyssa whined, still refuting the pleasure. " *This* is crazy? I'd say denying your true feelings is crazy. Denying that you love someone is crazy, which means denying yourself happiness!" Funny enough, Alyssa and Jonah thought back to that very line Alyssa said to him, 'It would be more wrong to deny ourselves happiness.' Alyssa was ashamed of herself to be so hypocritical of a saying she truly believed in. She did the complete opposite of that statement. If she had only toned down her forcefulness with Jonah. Angela broke up those thought by giving Alyssa a hickey on her shoulder while rubbing her breast and clitoris. She was helpless. She could do nothing but moan from the stimulation Angela was giving her. "Admit it slave, you love this!" "I...I don't like it!" "Just shut up and enjoy!" Angela let go of Alyssa's breast and grabbed her head. She tilted her face so they could look each other in the eyes. Angela then pressed her lips against Alyssa's. Alyssa's eyes widened. She could not believe she was kissing another girl. Angela stuck her tongue in Alyssa's mouth and she instinctively started to tongue her back. Angela liked that. Alyssa did not want to bite her tongue off. She would go to jail for sure. Not to mention the fact that... 'It feels...kinda...nice...' Alyssa thought in her head. '...what am I doing? Why would I kiss her out of all people?!' Jonah stood there enjoying the show. He decided not to stop them because he saw Alyssa kissing back and he found the sight so erotic. Once Angela broke the kiss, she could clearly see that Alyssa had turned red. The truth was, it did feel good, but she was not about to admit that, not to her rival. She always was curious about being with another girl, but she did not want it to be her college professor/rival. Sure she was sexy, but it just felt weird. She could not let Angela sway her, could she? Angela stuck her fingers in Alyssa's pussy while she was distracted and found it to be quite wet. She smiled at the results saying, "You can say 'no' all you want, but your body will tell me the truth." Alyssa turned red even more so. Angela was right. She was enjoying it, but she could not bring herself to admit it. She was horny, but it was not only from Jonah. She turned to Jonah and they began to kiss again. "You know, Ms. McClain, if you stop resisting, it'll all go along much more smoothly. Just close your eyes and enjoy my caresses. That's an order from your Mistress! Stop resisting!" Alyssa broke her kiss from Jonah. She finally gave in, taken over by lust, tired of resisting. Somehow, Alyssa found it to be a turn on becoming the sub, to another woman no less. "Yes...Mistress." Angela smiled in approval, "Good girl." Angela then started to rub Alyssa's asshole through her underwear. She pressed at it and Alyssa's eyes widened. She gasped and raised her voice, "Ah! What are you doing?!" Angela smiled at her reaction and asked, "Are you a virgin back there?" Alyssa was speechless; she was unable to answer such an unexpected question. Angela immediately knew Alyssa's answer. She slipped her hand into the back of Alyssa's underwear and found her asshole. It immediately clenched at the touch. "Ah! Please, please Mistress!" "Shut up! You hurt Jonah on so many levels, if it weren't for him, I'd give you far more severe punishment. Consider yourself lucky!" Alyssa really thought about it and she had to admit that Angela was completely right there. She had put Jonah through so much. She could not deny that she treated him poorly, but did she really deserve to become her professor's sex slave for the night? "Haha! You fucking virgin!" "Hey, Angela, please tone it down. You were a virgin back there not too long ago." Jonah said in Alyssa's defense. "Jonah! Uh! I! You don't just! Don't say that in front of her!" Alyssa smiled and chuckled softly at Angela's embarrassment. Angela turned to Alyssa and began to rub her finger around Alyssa's tight virgin pucker. She said to Alyssa in a defensive tone, "What are you laughing at?! Huh?!" Alyssa gasped and clung to Jonah. The sensation was completely new. It felt very strange at first, but then Angela began to pleasure her clitoris at the same time. Once she did that, she was starting to like it. Her pussy was leaking from the new sensation. Alyssa was about to cum. She closed her eyes and accepted that she was getting off to the caresses of her archrival. She moaned into Jonah's ear, "Oh Jonah! I'm cumming!" Alyssa began to imagine Angela's finger going inside her asshole. That thought was actually turning her on. Angela felt Alyssa's body react to her caresses. Her asshole was convulsing as she was cumming. Angela continued for a few more seconds while Alyssa was climaxing, then stopped once Alyssa recovered from her orgasm. Angela felt victorious knowing that she made Alyssa cum. She decided to rub it in her face. "Yeah bitch! How does it feel to know that you got off to my touch?!" "I...it...I wasn't enjoying it!" "Sure you weren't, now how about we take this to the couch. What do you say?" "Do I even have a choice?" Alyssa asked. "Nope. Now get to that couch. Now it's my turn. You better make me cum!" Alyssa frowned as she was forced to do what Angela suggested. Angela sat on the couch and spread her legs. She curled her finger at Alyssa, signaling her to come to her. Alyssa and Jonah walked over. Jonah was unsure if Alyssa liked this. She was being forced to be a sex slave, yet she had an orgasm. He checked to be sure, "Sis, how are you doing?" "I'm fine, don't worry, I'm gonna do this. I'm not complaining, and Jonah..." "Yeah sis." "...I thought I told you not to call me that when we're in the middle of sex." "Oh...yeah that's right...sorry." "That's okay, but please think about it though." "Think about what?" "Being my boyfriend. I want us to be something more." "..." Angela could see Jonah and Alyssa having a secret conversation. She wanted to break it up so they would not hide any thoughts from her and also because she wanted to have her pussy eaten already. It had been a while since a woman had eaten it. She could not wait. She yelled at Alyssa, "Hey! What the fuck! Get over here and eat my fucking pussy slave!" Alyssa jumped at Angela's sudden raised voice, "Yes Mistress!" She and Jonah walked up to Angela. She kneeled in front Angela and put her face in her groin. She could smell Angela's arousal. Alyssa thought to herself, 'Wow! She has a *really* nice pussy!' '...' 'What am I thinking?! Why would I be complimenting my enemy?' Alyssa inhaled the air and began to think, 'I can't believe I'm about to do this.' 'Well...at least she cleans it. It doesn't smell bad.' Angela asked Jonah to sit next to her and watch Alyssa eat her out. Jonah complied and sat next to her. He found the very notion of a woman licking another woman's pussy to be extremely arousing. Alyssa began to lick Angela's pussy and she commanded in response, "Play with yourself while you eat my pussy!" It was humiliating for Alyssa to do this in front of Jonah. It was one thing to have a woman pleasure her, but it was another to be the one pleasuring the other woman. However, she persevered and followed her order. She touched herself while she tongued Angela's wet pussy. Jonah was rock hard and Angela could see it. She began to stroke him and talk dirty to him. "Mmm, you like seeing me get eaten out by Alyssa?" "Yeah..." Jonah moaned. "Look! Look at her! She loves it! I love it! Mmm I'm so dirty Jonah, I love having my wet pussy licked by another woman!" "Angela!" Jonah moaned. "Jonah! I'm a fucking dirty bitch!" Angela stroked Jonah faster. "Angela!" Jonah moaned louder. Alyssa had mixed feelings. She felt so degraded watching her man kiss another woman while being stroked off by her. What made it worse was the fact that she had to eat that woman's pussy while she watched. She had a feeling Angela planned that. However, what did not add up was her pussy being super wet too. She was actually enjoying it. She liked the taste of Angela's pussy and was actually getting off to it while masturbating. She could not explain it. "Oh Jonah!" Angela unexpectedly started to have an orgasm. She squeezed Jonah's cock hard and held Alyssa's head in place firmly. She felt the warmth of her climax as Jonah held her and Alyssa tongued her pussy. After a few moments, Angela released her grip on Alyssa's head and Jonah's cock. Jonah was a bit disappointed; he was very close to cumming. However, Angela changed that when she said to Alyssa, "Suck his cock." Alyssa had become a complete submissive. She obeyed and moved over to where Jonah was sitting. She took his cock in her mouth. She thought to herself. 'I missed this huge beautiful cock.' She looked up into Jonah's eyes as she bobbed her head. She was anxious about the fact that Jonah had gotten his cock sucked by Angela. Was she better than her? She could not afford to let Angela outdo her. She forced his cock into her mouth and completely ignored how harsh the rush was. Jonah and Alyssa looked into each other's eyes until Angela kneeled on the couch next to him. She guided his face to hers and kissed him. She grabbed his hand and led it to her pussy. She whispered to him, "Feel how wet I am." Jonah stuck two of his fingers in and Angela moaned from his entry. Alyssa did not want to be outdone, so she grabbed Jonah's other hand and put it behind her head. She guided his hand to push down on her head. Jonah moaned, "I'm...I'm gonna cum!" "Stop sucking!" Angela commanded Alyssa. Alyssa did not like that, but she followed her command. Angela got on her knees next to Alyssa and started to stroke Jonah while she asked her, "You want some of his cum?" "Of course." "You're gonna have to eat it out of my mouth then. "What?!" "He's gonna cum in my mouth and you'll have to kiss me in order to get some." "That's...that's gross!" "It's either that or no cum at all. Besides, it's not like you haven't kissed me already." "...yes...Mistress..." "Good." Angela and Alyssa turned their attention to Jonah. Angela deepthroated him and he soon came inside her mouth. Once he finished shooting his load, Angela grabbed Alyssa and made out with her. She stuck her tongue in Alyssa's mouth and gave her some cum. Alyssa took it and found herself kissing back again. She questioned herself, 'Why am I doing this again?!' 'Well, I never thought I'd actually do this with another girl.' 'Who would have thought it would have been my college professor...I fucking hate her.' Angela stuck her tongue deep inside Alyssa's mouth and their tongues wrestled. Alyssa was super wet from the many taboos her and her professor were committing. 'I hate her, but it feels *so fucking good!*' Angela got up and left for a few moments. Leaving while Angela was away crossed Alyssa's mind, but then she thought about how leaving now would only get her in trouble and land her with an F, so she could do nothing but stay put. She looked to Jonah, who was staring forward at nothing, obviously in disbelief of what he had just seen. She was about to call to him when she heard Angela walking back. She came back wearing a big strapon. It was almost as big as Jonah. She had an evil grin while saying, "That was nice slave, now I'm gonna fuck you." Alyssa gulped out of fear while her pussy leaked out of excitement. **Chapter XIX** "Get on top of Jonah and make out with him. I'm gonna fuck you right in front of him. I'm gonna show him how much of a dirty depraved bitch you are." Alyssa was not sure if she should be wet from that. It was Jonah's cock she wanted and no one else's, but she could not object to any of Angela's commands due to her situation. All she could do now was obey. She walked to Jonah and climbed on top of him with her knees on the couch. She closed her eyes and kissed him. She felt a sudden intrusion between her legs. She moaned in Jonah's face, "Mmmm! Mmm! Oh! Oh fuck!" Alyssa felt the strapon slide into her wet pussy. She held onto Jonah's shoulders as she enjoyed the plastic cock inside her. "You're a sick pervert who enjoys this aren't you?! You like getting fucked by another girl don't you?!" Alyssa blushed as she denied passively, "...no." Angela thrusted into Alyssa for every word she spoke. "Don't! Fucking! Lie! To! Me!" Alyssa did nothing but moan in ecstasy. Jonah was concerned for Alyssa, but he was not sure if he should be. She was obviously not in pain. He found Alyssa's behavior to be quite eccentric. She said she did not like it, but her moaning and her face told the complete opposite. Angela stopped thrusting and said, "By the way, you need to be punished. You need a bit of discipline slave, for cumming earlier without my permission!" Angela stuck her pointer finger in her mouth and put it to Alyssa's asshole. "Hey! Wait! No! Not there!" "Shut up and take your punishment!" Angela added some force and her finger went in. "Ahh!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh my God! It's inside!" "Now what do you say to your mistress?" "You're fucking crazy!" "Do you like prison food?" "..." "That's what I thought, now what does a good slave say to her mistress?!" "Th...thank you...thank you Mistress..." "For what slave?" "Please don't make me say it." Angela stopped fucking Alyssa and raised her voice, "Say it! Or it's no more fucking with the strapon!" "No! Don't stop!" Angela was quite surprised by Alyssa's words and Jonah as well. Alyssa immediately gasped at what she just begged from Angela. Angela smirked and responded, "Okay, if you tell me what you're thanking me for, then I'll continue." "It's embarrassing." "Say it." "Thank you Mistress for putting your finger in my ass..." Angela resumed her thrusting while saying, "Good girl, see, that wasn't hard now, was it?" Alyssa felt too humiliated to respond. However, her moaning was picking up again when Angela resumed fucking her and she let go of whatever little resistance was left. She genuinely liked what Angela was doing to her. The strapon fucking was nice and the finger in the ass was new and exciting to her. However, she kept denying the fact that she liked the anal fingering to even herself. 'It's because I have no choice.' 'I don't actually like getting finger fucked in the ass by another woman.' 'She's forcing me. She's...dominating me.' Angela continued for a few more seconds and Alyssa was about to cum again. However, Angela pulled out and Alyssa turned to see why she had stopped. Angela could see the look of disappointment on her face. She sat on the couch next to Jonah and commanded Alyssa, "Okay slave, ride my cock!" "Yes Mistress." Alyssa put her knees on the couch, spreading her legs with Angela's legs in between hers, beneath her body. Alyssa sank her body down and was loving the pleasure of the penetration. Angela grabbed Alyssa's breasts and caressed them. Alyssa put her hands on the couch to keep her balance stable. Jonah felt a bit left out and wondered what he should do. However, Angela quickly grabbed him and pulled him to her for a kiss. They made out while Alyssa bounced on Angela's strapon. Alyssa felt jealous of Angela. She wanted Jonah to do something with her. Anything. She noticed that Angela was moving Jonah's hand to her ass. She was frightened, yet excited by what Angela was planning. Angela then told Jonah, "Hey baby, can you do me a favor and finger her ass for me?" It was what Alyssa had feared, yet hoped for at the same time oddly enough. She thought to herself, 'Oh my God! I was right!' 'He's gonna put his finger in my ass!' 'It's gonna be Jonah's finger! I can't wait!' '...baby...she's calling him that?! I haven't even called him th—' Jonah inserted his finger. Alyssa yelped in complete surprise. Angela swatted Alyssa's ass hard. SMACK! "Alright, now that we're all participating, let's get this started." Angela played with Alyssa's left breast, while kissing Jonah and using her free hand to stroke his cock. Jonah kissed back while fingering Alyssa's ass and fondling Angela's breasts with his other hand. Alyssa rode Angela's strapon as she enjoyed Jonah's finger. Alyssa felt like she was already going to cum. She could not withstand it any longer. Her arousal was too overwhelming for her. She still could not believe she was getting fucked by her professor who was a woman while getting a finger in her ass. She never would have guessed she would do this. It was so dirty, so taboo, but that was what was turning her on the most. She never thought she would *ever* participate in a threesome with another woman. Jonah had his eyes closed as he felt Angela wiggle her tongue in his mouth while he wiggled his in hers. He enjoyed the sensation of Angela stroking his cock and the feeling of Alyssa's virgin asshole clenching around his finger. It was *very* tight. The inside of her ass was soft and warm just like Angela's. He wanted to know how it would be like to have his cock in there. Angela decided to give Jonah what he wanted. She pulled out of Alyssa and she groaned in response, "Mistress! What are you doing?!" "Quiet slave! Jonah dear, can you please put your cock in her wet cunt? Don't fuck it, just put it in." Jonah was confused by this, but he did as Angela requested. He got up and stood in front of Alyssa and Angela. Alyssa looked back in anticipation. She had been waiting to have his cock in her. Jonah pressed his cock at Alyssa's lips and they opened for him. He slid in with ease as it had been just fucked by an object plus the fact that she was extremely wet down there. Jonah wanted to move in and out, but he remembered Angela's instructions. Angela asked him to pull out and he did so. Alyssa was upset from that and Angela could see it. She enjoyed that look on Alyssa's face and was going to enjoy what was to come next. She reentered Alyssa's pussy with her strapon and reached back for Jonah's cock. She aimed it to Alyssa's ass and asked, "So slave, you want Jonah's cock, huh?" "Yes! Yes Mistress, more than anything!" "Very well then, Jonah, press your cock in and fuck her." **Chapter XX** Jonah, without looking, began to press at Alyssa's anus. She immediately screamed, knowing damn well what was about to happen. She was about to tell Jonah to stop but then he pressed in one last time and her anus was not able to fight back anymore. Alyssa screamed as Jonah violated her most taboo place. She had just been double penetrated. "Ahhh!! Jonah! Fuck! Fuck! Fucking Fuck Fuck! Ahh! My ass!!" Jonah was clueless of what he just did. However, he was not that dense to know that he was hurting Alyssa. He apologized frantically, "Oh, sorry Alyssa!" He began to move back and pull his cock out. Alyssa clenched her asshole in natural response and yelled, "No! Don't move it!!" If he were to move, she would be in more pain than she already was. Jonah stopped being a sexual partner to Alyssa for a moment and switched back to being her loving step-brother. "Sis, are you okay?" "Stop calling me that!" Alyssa screamed at him out of response from the pain. Angela grinned as she could see the expression on Alyssa's face. She had just taken Jonah's cock up the butt. She enjoyed seeing that she was very uncomfortable at the least, if not in pain. She fucked Alyssa's front door saying, "Oh put a sock in it!" "Fuck you!" Alyssa yelled at her, still being in pain. Alyssa's ass was feeling extremely sore. Jonah remained silent, not know what to say at this point. However, Angela kept fucking Alyssa and she could do nothing but keep still to make sure that the pain in her ass did not increase. As she waited for the pain to subside, she could not help but enjoy Angela's fucking. She felt so ashamed to know that she was actually enjoying getting fucked from her professor while being fucked in her ass by her own step-brother. The fucking from Angela's strapon mix with the pain in her ass was starting to become more pleasant to her. The pain in her ass was strangely adding to the pleasure she was feeling at her pussy. "Mmm, Jonah fuck my ass, but do it *slowly*, okay?" Alyssa blushed as she thought to herself, 'My God, what have I become. I'm actually enjoying this. I've become a masochist.' "What?! I put it in your butt?!" "Why the fuck do you think I kept screaming?!" Alyssa said, irritated by how dense he was. "Oh! Alyssa, I'm so sorry, I thought it was aimed at your other hole." "It's okay, I'm glad you're my first back there. Just please go very, very slow." Alyssa pleaded, now being more calm. Jonah followed Alyssa's instructions and went slow. Moving less than half an inch and then waiting a couple of seconds and then moving again. He repeated this until everything but the tip was out. Alyssa was enjoying her very first double penetration. She felt dirty for taking it in her ass, but she loved the naughtiness of it. She moaned to Jonah, "Mmm, fuck my ass faster. It feels so good." SLAP! "Don't forget about your Mistress who has been more than generous with you!" Alyssa wanted to respond angrily to Angela, but she had a bit of confusion. She actually liked the feeling of being slapped and degraded by her professor. She remained quiet, not sure of how to respond. Angela did not like being ignored. She spoke to Jonah, "Jonah, now it's your turn! Slap her!" "I can't slap her!" "Not her face..." Jonah knew immediately what she meant. However, once he held his hand up, it froze in place. He told Angela, "I...I can't do it..." "Spank me! Please Jonah, I've been so terrible to you..." "It's okay Alyssa, I forgive you for—" "Spank me! I want it! Please Jonah, I wanna feel you spank my ass!" Jonah looked at Angela. She threw her open hand in the air to simulate a spanking motion. Jonah knew she was signaling for him to do it. He still hesitated however. Alyssa began to grow impatient. "Spank my naughty ass!" SMACK! "Ah! Mmm! That's it Jonah! Spank this dirty girl's ass!" Jonah was starting to like this. The sight of Alyssa's ass jiggling after he swat it really turned him on. The only thing he liked more than the sight of Alyssa's ass jiggling was watching it suck on his cock. Deep down inside, Jonah enjoyed the fact that this was a sexy way of *punishing* Alyssa and getting his justice for the mistreatment. What allowed him to continue was that Alyssa was not uncomfortable with it. As Jonah swatted her ass, Alyssa noticed that she really was enjoying being the sub for the first time, to both a male and female dominant. As time progressed, Jonah switched off between each butt cheek. As he saw one of Alyssa's cheeks start to get too red, he would switch to the other. He also started to fuck her ass faster while Angela picked up her pace as well. Alyssa only cared about one thing at this point...cumming. "Mmm, Mistress, Jonah, please, fuck me faster! I'm gonna cum!" Alyssa then remembered what Angela said. She begged, "Mistress, may I please cum! *Please!*" "Cum you fucking dirty masochistic bitch!" "Thank you!" Jonah could feel Alyssa's asshole clench around his cock. He wanted to cum with her, but then Angela said, "Jonah, I want your cum in *me.*" Jonah decided to hold it in. Alyssa was upset, but she could not complain. After all, she did have a very strong orgasm. Jonah dismounted and he saw Alyssa's asshole immediately close shut. Looking as if it had never been violated by him. He stood up and Angela said to him in a seductive tone, "Lay down and relax big boy. I'll do the rest." **Chapter XXI** Alyssa got off Angela and the two stood up off the couch. They let Jonah lie down. Angela commanded Alyssa, "Clean his cock." "Yes Mistress!" Alyssa started to walk to the kitchen to get a paper towel, soap, and water. However, Angela stopped her. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?!" "I...I'm getting stuff to clean him." Alyssa said nervously. "Why?! You already have something to clean him!" "I...I do?" "Get the fuck over here, *now!*" "Angela...please tone it down." Jonah begged. "Jonah, please, you won't complain after this." Alyssa came back fast, not wanting to ruin her chance of a bright future. Once she was in front of Angela, she was commanded by her, "Open your mouth and clean it." "You...you don't mean! I! I can't! It's dirty!" Angela was extremely angry; she said to Alyssa in an angry intimidating tone, " *Clean. It.*" "Please Mistress—ahh!" "Angela!" Jonah raised his voice. Angela grabbed Alyssa by the hair and forced her face to Jonah's groin. She grabbed Jonah's cock with her other hand and aimed it to Alyssa's mouth. She then let go of Alyssa's hair and used her fingers to apply pressure on Alyssa's cheeks, forcing her mouth to open. "Angela! Sto—Ah! Oh!" Before Jonah could finish, Angela had successfully forced his cock in Alyssa's mouth. She raised her hand and had it come down to Alyssa's ass. SMACK! "Mmm." Alyssa moaned through Jonah's cock. Angela got behind Alyssa and stuck the strapon in her pussy. She fucked her hard and yelled at her, "Clean it good! I want it nice and clean for me. I refuse to have his cock go inside me while still tainted by you!" "Yes Mistress!" "Alyssa, you don't have to!" Jonah said, trying to fight Angela's bullying. Alyssa did not listen to him and continued to clean his cock. Alyssa's legs were sharking in fear. Angela enjoyed that. However, what Angela did not know was that Alyssa was enjoying this deep down inside. Alyssa felt tormented by that fact. 'Why am I enjoying this?!' 'Getting fucked by *her* while being forced to clean the cock that was in my ass?!' 'God! Why am I so fucked up to actually like this?!' Once Angela felt that Alyssa had done enough, she pulled out and told Alyssa to stop. She obeyed and stood there. She asked Jonah in a kind voice, "So baby, which hole did you wanna put it in?" Jonah was about to tell her that he wanted her pussy, but he felt that it would be less sanitary for Angela. It was already bad enough that Alyssa did what she did. He decided that staying with anal would be best. Besides, he was planning on doing that tonight, before all this insanity broke out from Alyssa's unexpected appearance. "Uh...well, if it's not too much to ask. Can I put it in your butt again?" "You wanna do anal again?" Angela giggled. "I'm sorry, we don't have to—" "Hey, don't apologize, I'd love to. Let me stretch out first." Angela removed the strapon and put it inside her pussy to lube it. She pulled it out and pressed it against her ass. It went in, stretching her anus. After taking the whole strapon in, she said to Jonah, "Okay, I'm ready now." Alyssa found Angela's change of character to be quite peculiar. Like she was Dr. Jekyll to Jonah, but Mr. Hyde to her. She watched as Angela pulled out the strapon and grabbed Jonah's cock. She aimed it to her tight pink asshole and sank her body down. Alyssa could do nothing but watch as Jonah was fucking this other woman in front of her. However, Jonah could see the look on Alyssa's face and it gave him a distraught look. Angela had finally gotten all nine inches in her ass. She was ready to bounce on Jonah; however, she could not miss the troubled look on Jonah's face. She turned to see the sad face on Alyssa. She wanted to shoo her away, but she knew Jonah would not approve. So, she came up with another brilliant idea. She commanded Alyssa, "Sit on his face." "What?" "Don't make me repeat myself..." "Yes Mistress!" Alyssa said happily. Alyssa got on the couch and put her pussy in Jonah's face. Jonah was about to lick her pussy, but Angela called him, "Jonah, take this." She tossed the strapon to Jonah. He caught it and was about to stick it in Alyssa's pussy, but then Angela added, "Put it in her ass while you lick her." Alyssa remained quiet. Angela raised her voice to her, "What are you doing there?! Eat my pussy while you're at it!" "Yes Mistress!" Angela was quite happy with the results of the night. She had truly turned her rival into her sex slave. The only reason why Alyssa could even have Jonah touch her was by his will. Jonah had no idea that he had more influence on her decisions than he thought he did. Angela also felt that her bisexuality had its part on her decisions as well. What could she say? Her rival was pretty cute. Angela watched as Alyssa put her face to her pussy, ready to lick it. She heard Alyssa squeal. She looked back to see that Jonah had shoved the strapon in Alyssa's ass and was already licking her pussy. Angela smiled and commanded, "Eat my fucking pussy slave!" Alyssa responded by assaulting Angela's clitoris with more intensity. Angela moaned, "That's it slave! Eat it! Eat it! Eat my fucking pussy!" Alyssa's sudden intense cunnilingus caused Angela to ride Jonah's cock faster. This, in turn, caused Jonah to work harder on Alyssa's pussy and ass, making Alyssa work harder to pleasure Angela. It was an endless cycle of pleasure for the three. Jonah could feel and taste that Alyssa's pussy was leaking. Her pussy juice was leaking abundantly down into his mouth. Jonah was more than obliged to swallow it. He had not tasted Alyssa in a while. Alyssa could tell Angela was leaking just as much as her. Her cum was getting all over Jonah's pubic area. Alyssa licked it clean and enjoyed the taste. Angela was on cloud nine from the pleasuring by her two current partners. She always wanted to try getting her pussy licked while getting fucked in the ass. What turned her on more was the fact that it was a woman who was eating her pussy, her slave. Once a few more minutes passed, Jonah was about ready to cum. He warned Angela and she moaned to him, "Do it baby! Fill me up with your cum! Slave, you have my permission to cum!" Alyssa was amused by that last sentence. She knew that there was no way for Angela to tell that she had cum a couple of times prior, but that was not going to stop her from doing it a third time. Alyssa came in Jonah's mouth, which was the last straw. He started to squirt his cum up Angela's rectum. Angela felt her insides getting washed with Jonah's cum. That same warm sensation of his ejaculation sent her over the edge as well and she came into Alyssa' mouth. The three took in each other's cum and the threesome had finally finished. **Epilogue** The next morning, Jonah woke up on Angela's couch. He felt someone on top of him. He opened his eyes and pulled off the bed sheet. 'Alyssa?! When did she...' Jonah immediately remembered that he had had sex with Alyssa and Angela for who knows how long. Although, he could not remember when he passed out. Alyssa awoke and smiled at Jonah. 'There's no way I can be a priest now!' '...' 'No! I'll repent and then I'll—' "Good morning honey." Alyssa greeted him happily. 'Honey?' She gave him a gentle peck on the lips. Jonah wanted to tell her to stop tempting him and being so sinful, but he refrained. 'Oh what's the use?' Jonah thought about all that had happened recently in his life. Who was he to tell her to behave? He was trying to join the priesthood, yet he had sexual intercourse. He not only participated in vaginal and oral intercourse, but anal as well. He considered that to be purely sexual pleasure. Even if a priest were to marry and have children with the woman he loved, he still could not excuse the fact that he had premarital sex *and* with more than one sexual partner. Not to mention the fact that one of them was his step-sister. That was something some people may see as borderline incest. "Hey Jonah, about all that love stuff I said..." "Hmm?" "Well...I really meant it, please think about it." "..." "I was afraid to love again and it ended up screwing me over. I really do love you." Jonah remained silent, unable to answer her. He then heard Angela behind him. "The same goes for me." "Oh great." Alyssa groaned. "Shut the fuck up! You're lucky that I was being nice!" "You stealing Jonah away from me and then blackmailing him to have sex with you is what you call nice?! Oh! And there's also you blackmailing me and then calling me a slave and tricking Jonah into taking my anal virginity!" "You enjoyed it didn't you?" "...fuck you! Jonah's mine!" "No! Fuck *you!* He's choosing me! Jonah, if you choose me, I'll let you fuck other girls! Just get my consent before hand." Alyssa gasped. She knew Jonah was not like that. He was a one way man. However, fear got the best of her. "Jonah, if you choose me, I'll let you do the same. As long as you let me know, I'll let you fuck other girls!" Angela was not expecting that. She gave Alyssa another proposal. "Hey, if you're gonna be like that, then why don't we share him?" "What?! No!" "Um...girls, please...you're not even considering me—" Jonah said passively. "Shut up!" Both girls yelled at him. "You bitch! Why would I agree to that?! I know you'll try to steal him while I'm not looking. How could you even benefit from it?!" Alyssa yelled. Angela smiled and answered her question, "Think about it. Why would Jonah let me steal him away from you when that would mean not being able to have both of us. Agreeing to this means more pussy for him. As for me, that means I get Jonah *and* I get to do more things to you." Angela put on her all too familiar devious smile and Alyssa began to blush, feeling extremely embarrassed about all the dirty things she and Angela did last night and actually liking it. She began to feel self-conscious of what she did and made a futile attempt to cover herself from Angela's view. Angela decided to press further. "Just admit it! You loved the touch of another woman!" "..." "You loved kissing me, you loved the taste of my pussy, and you loved getting fucked by me, especially if it's at the same time Jonah's fucking you. Admit it! I know you're curious about trying more things with me and him at the same time." "Mmm...Err...f...fff...fine! I admit it! I've always been curious about girls! So what!?" Angela smiled, knowing that she was getting closer to persuading Alyssa. She decided to give Alyssa a bonus to her offer to ensure that she would agree. "I'll tell you what, if you agree, then I'll give you an A in another class I teach. It'll count as an elective credit. Doesn't that sound reasonable?" "What?" "Don't make me repeat myself. Take my offer now or risk losing Jonah along with the opportunity to use me to *experiment.*" Alyssa was unsure. She thought out her situation with much deliberation. 'Well...it is college. Girls do tend to *experiment.* She does make valid points...Mom...what do I do?...Ah! Fuck it!' "Okay...I agree..." "Hey! Don't I get a say?" Jonah said, trying another unsuccessful attempt to get a say in the matter. "Good." Angela smiled, completely ignoring Jonah. "Well...now what?" Alyssa asked, obviously ignoring Jonah as well. "We could have him stay with one of us for a bit and then switch off." "He lives with me already!" "How can I trust that *you* won't try to steal him? Look, the easiest way to settle this conflict is if we have him switch off between our homes." "I guess that's fair..." Again, Jonah made a fruitless attempt, "Uh...actually the place where Alyssa lives is mine—" "I'll have him first." Angela said, interrupting Jonah, not paying attention to what he had to say. "No! Fuck you, he's staying with me!" "Fuck you! He's been with you at home all this time. It's about time he stays with me!" 'This is getting out of hand, I gotta stop this now!' Jonah thought to himself. Angela grabbed Jonah by the arm while yelling at Alyssa. She accidentally pressed her breasts in his face in the process. Jonah was about to speak, but then he was too distracted. 'Before it gets out of hand, I gotta...I gotta...man, Angela's breasts are so warm and soft...' Angela's breasts mesmerized him. Alyssa noticed this and grabbed Jonah's other arm. Once this happened, Jonah broke out of his hypnotized state. However, his face ended up in Alyssa's breasts now. All that was in his mind was, 'Okay, I have to stop thi—' '...' 'Alyssa's breasts are so nice too.' Angela grabbed back Jonah and the two both tugged on him. They eventually noticed that he was not budging from all the fighting. They both decided to sit closer to him and began to unintentionally suffocate him with their breasts. With both their breasts smothering his head in the middle, the two began to argue more about who would be the one to spend time with Jonah first. Jonah sighed, unsure if it was a troubled sigh or a happy one. Maybe both. His last thought at that moment was: 'Goodbye priesthood...'

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Title: How to Pew Vol. 01 Tags: how to, action adventure, military, violent, writing, research **I answer a lot of questions on military issues so I thought It'd be fun to put together a few primers on it covering different aspects. Since this is pretty narrow -- based on my experience in US forces, there is a lot more to cover than I have, so feel free to throw in comments with your own thoughts, or even put together a specific primer of your own, that'd be cool too. Thanks to sbrooks103x, as always for editing these otherwise-unreadable tracts.** \*\*\*\*\* **How to Pew. Volume 1.** **Some More or Less Random Thoughts on Writing Military Fiction** Military fiction can be, if you'll pardon the pun, a bit of a minefield. Even if you've served in the military, your experience is very different from pretty much every other man or woman who has served. Country, time period, branch of service, type of unit, military specialty and sheer luck will make everyone's perceptions different, so there is no easy one-size-fits-all set of rules, but there are some helpful things to keep in mind. Note: This one is about the basics, so there's no real primer on tactics, etc. It's also mostly on the Modern era -- WWI to Present or so. **Everything is Different** Every service is different, every time is different: Army to USMC to Navy to Coast Guard to Air Force, every service has its own standard behavior and its own set of rules, both written and unwritten. The rules vary by time and place. An Army unit full of draftees in the Vietnam War in 1969 is incredibly different from the same unit full of volunteers in Iraq in 2008. Unless you were there, you'll have to look things up to get it right. Every job is different: There are a lot of different jobs. Not everybody is primarily a shooter -- there are finance guys, medical, administrative, etc. Most of them have basic combat skills, but we're not talking Delta Force if you have a graphic designer. That said, even a National Guard "Weekend Warrior" who works as a grocery store manager may well have three tours kicking in doors in Iraq, and is likely far more dangerous in a gunfight than the average gang-banger. Don't sell Reserves or Guard short, some of those units perform exceptionally well. **Joining up** Every service has some version of "basic" or "boot" training. The intent of it is to do some physical conditioning, but mostly to get you started integrating into military culture. Learn to be part of a team, recognize rank insignia, learn some traditions, and start to think in military terms. Basic skills, like map reading, taking care of your feet on marches and which end of the weapon the bullets come out of are taught here. This is usually 8 to 14 weeks, depending on service, time period, etc., and it usually isn't a lot of fun at all. This is followed by courses on whatever specific job you are going to perform is -- anything from infantry to cook to supply clerk to chaplain's aide. The schooling will never quite stop, by the way. If you stay in, you get rank and skill specific schools of various kinds. **The Army** I did my twenty years in the Army, enlisted. Mostly in rather non-traditional units, but I worked with many of the active divisions. That said, my experience will not exactly match anyone else in the Army. Frankly, I'm also a little concerned for the Army. Every place I ever went, some First Sergeant or Sergeant Major told me, "Well, that's the way we do it here, but that's not how it's done in the real Army." As far as I can tell, I never managed to actually find the real Army. I always assumed it was somewhere at Fort Hood, Fort Bragg or Fort Benning, but in every one of those places, I was told the exact same thing. So where the hell is the real Army? We seem to have lost it, and that's really bad, because the Army is expensive and like everything else that's expensive, *somebody is signed for that shit.* We'll probably all get called back and have to go look for it. Hopefully it's just stashed in a warehouse somewhere and not being sold on eBay. **The Air Force** I worked with both flying units and non-flying units. I can't begin to describe the difference, it's almost like two completely different organizations. While the ground units are very professional, often in a sort of "corporate" manner, for lack of a better term, the flying units are extremely motivated, extremely focused and very combat oriented. **The Navy** I did a couple floats with the Navy and worked with a couple of their flying units. Like the Air Force, there are different "Navies" that seem to be completely different organizations -- Shore, Fleet, and Brown Shoe (Aviation). Each has its own personality and quirks. The Navy also has weird rituals. The ceremony for crossing the equator to convert Pollywogs to Shellbacks is across several Navies and merchant ships; to us non-sailors, it is just strange as hell. **The USMC** The Marine Corps is smaller than the other services, and get much of their support from the Department of the Navy, so they have a higher combat troop to support troop ratio. The standard of training is very high and they are generally outstanding. They are, however, far more parochial than the other services and do not always work and play well with them, and that is occasionally problematic. **The Coast Guard** These guys work for Homeland Security these days, with the ability to be placed under the Navy if necessary. They do all kinds of things, but be aware they are actually credentialed federal law enforcement. **Special Operations** Let's get to this -- a lot of writers like to center their stories on Special Operations because it is cool. All Special Operations arose from the need for extremely highly trained personnel to exploit tactical situations where larger units would not be useable. Army Delta Force aka the Combat Applications Group (CAG), Navy SEALs, Army Special Forces, Army Rangers, Air Force Combat Control Teams, Air Force Pararescue (PJs) and MARSOC Marines (Marine Raiders) are all examples of special operations units. There are more, some of which don't even have official names, and some of which disappear like illusions when you try to look directly at them. Each of these units has a very specific mission set and very specific capabilities. None of them are easy to get into, and there's no relaxing once you are in, you have to keep an edge. Crazy and brave doesn't cut it in these units, you have to be a professional, and act like one. Take the time to learn a little bit. It doesn't take long to read a Wikipedia entry on whatever type of unit you are using. Then you can avoid things like "USMC Ranger." While we are at it, the term "Operator" really applies to CAG/Delta Force. The term differentiates the shooter from the support personnel in the organization (although in CAG, the support personnel are pretty damn good shooters too). Most other organizations have their own designators: SEALs are SEALs, Rangers are Rangers, and so on. The term "Operator" has become a little more widely applied than it originally was, but Delta certainly has the claim on the term. Intelligence "activities" have "Operatives," not Operators; mind you, they are damned dangerous by any reasonable measure. Annoyingly, they generally appear to be more like the boring IT guy than anything dangerous or cool until they shoot you. They also tend to be much less idealistic and much more brutally pragmatic. None of these are large organizations, most are actually pretty small. There are probably less than 100,000 special operations troops of all types on active duty in the US military. There are about 4,000 Navy SEALs on active duty and if you read fiction, it is pretty clear that their wives have no idea and often think they are pathetic weaklings. Yeahhhhh. No. Whether it is SEALs, Delta Force, SAS, or any of dozens of special organizations or activities, the spouses always have some idea. With all the training they have to do, it's pretty obvious. Wives talk and form all kinds of networks so they always know more than they should anyway. Most of these guys are also pretty obvious alpha males as well and that usually doesn't change when they get out. Despite an insane divorce rate due to long separations and heavy training schedules, most are also married. Stable people tend to get married, and these units, especially the more elite ones, want stable people. You don't give this kind of training to some gung-ho screw-ball, you need him to have his head on straight. Incidentally, the vast majority of these special mission unit types - Operators, operatives, SEALS, Rangers, etc. - are enlisted guys, because that is where the necessary skill sets reside. Sergeants, Petty Officers, etc. Recruiting to these units takes various forms, from open try-outs to targeted recruitment for skill sets. Getting through the selection course for these organizations is incredibly tough. The higher echelon units such as CAG and SF often get their recruits from the Ranger Regiment. **Combat** For the most part, war is pretty boring. It is uncomfortable - too hot, too cold, too dirty, whatever -- but boring. The majority of the time is spent sitting, driving or walking around waiting for something to happen. Actual combat itself is, however, incredibly intense. Every firefight is different; some are remarkably noisy with thousands and thousands of rounds fired, explosions, air support and hours and hours of fighting for an advantage. Some are nearly silent, with a few, usually lethal, shots fired and end in seconds, with barely a ruffle of activity. **How to win a firefight** Bring many friends. Numbers are important. It's a math problem; the more you can subtract from their side faster, the more likely you are to win. Bring many long guns -- rifles - with lots of ammo. Rifles shoot farther and harder. Use them. Aim your shots and shoot first if possible. Preferably before they are even aware you are there. Hide from bullets: use solid, bullet-proof cover once the lead starts flying. Your car is not bullet proof, except maybe the engine block. Neither are most house walls, couches or refrigerator doors. Bravery does not make you bulletproof. Nor does exercise, cool uniforms or operator beards. Bullets do not care. They can't, they are just chunks of metal moving at very high speeds and your goal is to not be in their path. Because at the intersection of physics and anatomy, you lose. And getting shot hurts a lot. Win by any means necessary because these days, firefights aren't about honor or reputation. The winner gets to write down what happened anyway. Be the winner. **Weapons** Weapons vary by unit, time period and personnel. I'm not going into special purpose anti-tank missiles, flamethrowers or crew served/team weapons like the M240B or M60; if you need that kind of info, look it up. For the most part there are standard individual weapons in use in every military, at every time period, and they are relatively easy to figure out. Once you figure out what they are, if you aren't familiar with them, look them up on YouTube; somebody is geeking on them, no matter what they are. Probably that crazy Russian guy. But there are some basics to know. **Bullets** don't actually slam people backward through windows, not even shotgun slugs. It's just physics, velocity times mass is momentum, a measure of the energy you are transferring to the target, but the mass of a bullet is very small, an ounce or less. By the time you put enough velocity behind that bullet to have the energy to pick up a human body, it's moving so fast that the energy doesn't really transfer to the target, it goes right through without slowing down. People that are shot tend sort of sag to the ground most of the time. You cannot curve bullet flight paths enough to matter by twisting, swinging or otherwise moving the gun while firing. Bullet flight paths do curve as a function of their ballistic properties, but if you are taking the time to explain ballistics in a story, you should really think about how much you want to do that; it is very math-y and can be boring to explain. **Do not confuse Automatic with Semi-automatic.** In Automatic fire, you pull the trigger and bullets keep coming out until you release it, run out of ammo or the gun jams; this is a machine gun. Semi-automatic means one trigger pull equals one round. **Sniper rifles** are long, heavy and typically slow firing. They have carefully set optical sights -- scopes -- and are usually fired from prone with a bipod or rest of some kind. A shot at a particular man-sized target from over about 500 meters is a difficult shot for most shooters, but that's just getting started for a sniper; kills have been made to over one and a half miles. These typically fire heavier rounds than the usual military rifle. Heavy deer hunting rifles are essentially sniper rifles. Most of these will pierce civilian-available body armor pretty easily, and even military level IV armor at closer ranges. Within the modern historical period, most are bolt action or semi-automatic. They have limited ammo capacity and a slow rate of fire. The .50 caliber round is popular in some units, but that results in a very heavy rifle, nearly twice the weight of other sniper rifles. The M82, M24, and the M25 are American military examples of sniper rifles. Some "sniper rifles" are actually **Designated Marksmen Rifles;** these are for ranges between 500 and 800 meters, maybe a bit further, beyond the reach of the average assault rifle, but not the insane ranges of the heavier sniper rifles. Russian SVDs and the Romanian PSL are examples. **Main battle rifles** are rare these days, but were common until the mid 20th Century when assault rifles took over as the standard issue weapon. Main battle rifles overlap with sniper rifles in many armies and many conflicts, the main difference being optics in some time periods. The American M1 Garand and Russian Moisin-Nagant are examples of these from World War Two; the Belgian FN-FAL is a more recent example. **Carbines** are smaller lighter rifles typically used by second line troops or airborne troops. They are lighter, more portable and still provide significant firepower. The M1 Carbine is an example from World War Two. Generally, these have been phased out in favor of the assault rifle. **Assault Rifles** took over as everyone recognized that most firefights took place at less than 100 meters and took another look at the carbines that had been issued to airborne troops as a possible basic weapon. Assault rifles are lighter, carbine sized weapons, generally smaller caliber than main battle rifles, with high magazine capacity and rapid rate of fire, with select fire including single round and burst or full automatic capability. Full automatic fire is rarely used by individual soldiers in the US or UK military -- it's considered indiscriminate and unprofessional, and it is easy to run out of ammo. It is very important to note that in all the history of warfare, nobody has ever won a fight because they ran out of ammo first; they may have won one despite it, but not because of it. The M16/M4 series of AR-15 type weapons and the AK-47 family of weapons are the most common examples of these weapons. This is not the same thing as the ill-defined "assault weapon" you see in the news, although the confusion is probably deliberate. The main legal difference is that assault rifles have either burst fire or fully automatic, which is not generally legal without a prohibitively expensive license. **Submachine guns** preceded the assault rifle, and typically had a low basis of issue, although in World War Two, the Soviet Union equipped entire regiments with them. Basically a scaled up, fully automatic pistol, they tend to be most useful in urban combat. There is overlap with assault rifles, but a decent rule of thumb is that if the cartridge is a pistol cartridge, it's a submachine gun. They are still used, though it is generally for very specific missions. They can be as small as an Ingram MAC-10 or Mini-Uzi or as large as a Thompson submachine gun. The German MP-40, Russian PPSh-41 and the H&K MP-5 are examples. **Handguns** are pretty much last resorts on a modern battle field -- most are nowhere near as lethal as a carbine, assault rifle, or main battle rifle. There are instances of men being shot in the head with .45 caliber bullets multiple times to little effect. They just aren't in the same league with long guns. Even submachine guns using the same round are more dangerous because they have longer barrels which equates to more power. If you are using a handgun things have probably gone really, really wrong. There are exceptions to this, places where a handgun is optimal -- like a crawlspace, but they are generally rare. For God's sake, do not hold them sideways; the sights are on top and the ejection mechanism is designed to work best when the gun is upright. In the US military, the M1911 .45 was the standard for several years, followed by the Beretta 9mm. A version of the Sig Sauer P320 is being phased in now. These will vary in special operations units, where there is a lot more leeway, although, they will likely use a standard military issue round. Glocks, while not official, are very popular in some units. They're basic, very reliable and inexpensive; practically disposable. With a trigger tip safety, you pull the trigger, the bullet comes out. No thumb or grip safeties. There is no real craft to them, but they are very functional and very reliable. **Automatics.** Nearly all modern military handguns are self-loading semiautomatic pistols aka "automatics." These cycle up bullets from a magazine -- usually, but not always located in the grip -- using the energy of the recoil from the previous round. Automatics have several advantages over revolvers from a military point of view. More bullets and easier to reload quickly being chief among them. **Revolvers** are less likely to jam, and can be fired from inside a coat pocket or handbag without a spent shell casing causing all kinds of problems. They also do not leave shell cases with pesky fingerprints laying around. They are relatively rare in military use these days, but have solid applications in other arenas. **Magazines and clips.** To avoid the baying of purists, use "magazine" when referring to the (usually) metal box of bullets that gets jammed into the rifles and pistols to feed them. Clips is often taken to refer to "charger clips" and "stripper clips" that hold cartridges in line together to be fed into a rifle with a fixed (non-removable) magazine. There's actually a lot of confusion -- the original documents for the development of the 1911 .45 described what purists would clearly consider a detachable box magazine as a clip. But it's best to avoid the whole issue; just use magazine most of the time. Unless you are writing a historical piece, it should do. **Grenades.** There are several types of grenades tear gas, concussion, incendiary, flash bang, but the most common in military work is the fragmentation grenade. These do not make big fiery explosions like the movies, they make short sharp blasts with little flame. They also usually throw fragments out with remarkably lethal results for several meters in radius. Most of them can throw fragments farther than a man can throw a grenade. **Suppressors or Silencers** do not remove all the sound from a shot. They significantly reduce the loudness and change the sound in ways that make it sound less like a gunshot, but it isn't like the movies. **Knives/Bladed Weapons.** If handguns are a last resort, knives are a "what the holy fuck have I done wrong now" weapon on the modern battlefield. Still, it can happen in extreme cases; if it does, stick the pointy end of the knife into the other guy. Repeatedly. Kidney, liver, up under the rib cage into the lungs and, if you are lucky, the heart. Do not try to stab through the ribcage, it is there as a sort of protective armor, so it can and does interfere with your goal. Do this quickly because there is absolutely no room for error now that you've gotten yourself into this. Prison yard rush, pin him with your weight and stick him. Leave the fancy dancing around shit for the movies, you need this over with right fucking now, because things have gone to hell or you wouldn't be doing this at all. Slashing is much less effective than stabbing. It is very bloody and quite dramatic, but it takes too long for the blood loss to work, and biomechanical slashes to the tendons are not always reliable. Stab them. The British used to teach their soldier to only use a couple of inches of their bayonet -- "just the tip" into the abdomen, because that was usually enough. Chopping with a sword, machete, kukri, or axe is fine, just try to do enough damage to drop them immediately. Do not "knife fight" on a modern battlefield. If he has a knife, you grab a brick or a rock and use its ballistic advantage. Or use a club or a tire iron or... whatever. The certainty of engaging with a knife is that somebody is going to get cut and you don't want to be that somebody. Throat cutting. This is done to remove sentries and it is very, very rare now. Killing an armed sentry this way requires stealth, nerves of steel, and not a little luck. Do not grab him, reach across his neck and draw the knife from ear to ear. If you try to do it that way, odds are the blade will ride over the windpipe, and he will both fight and make plenty of noise. Noise is a bad idea right now or you would just shoot him. Instead, come up behind Sentry, cup his chin with left hand and pull up, while kicking the back of his right knee (reverse if you are left handed). Ram the knife through his neck, side to side, just behind the windpipe, blade edge out, then shove the knife forward, opening him up like a Pez dispenser. Be careful not to stab your own arm in the process of doing this. With the blood supply to the brain cut off, he will be unconscious in about 9 seconds, dead in a minute or so. This is very messy work and you will want to wash up before you eat dinner. The Chinese Spoon is a more difficult process, but with more certain results. Use a spike or stiletto type knife and drive it under the center back base of the skull up into the brain. The result here is nearly instantaneous death, but there's a chance you'll hit too low and get the tip stuck in the spine or too high and blade tip will ride over the skull in a bloody but ineffective wound. It is even more rarely used, and nearly always only used by elite troops. **Hand to Hand Combat** Martial arts are very popular with service members, but there are application problems on the actual battlefield. The average fighting load of a Soldier in Afghanistan turned out to be about 62.43 pounds, with an approach march load of 94.98 pounds. Reread that last bit, it's important. Basically, the approach march load is equivalent to carrying one Viet Cong. The body armor vest alone weighs 30-35 pounds depending on the size. The helmet weighs in at around 2 to 3 pounds or so. Not wearing the armor and helmet is a really stupid idea, they actually stop bullets and, as mentioned above, getting hit by bullets hurts a lot. All of this added weight makes a jumping spinning heel kick a bit difficult to execute. While there are hand to hand combat systems designed around the tactical military gear, they tend towards single-opponent styles. Subduing grips are useful in handling prisoners, but for the most part, martial arts are problematic. Most veterans lean towards a "prison yard rush-and-crush" where all the added weight of their gear is actually useful. Your helmet can be used to beat an opponent unconscious, if necessary. **Historic Weapons** Research is essential in any historic period, weapons can be particularly difficult to get right. One simple example -- ever notice the old civil war and early Wild West movies where the shooter points the revolver at the sky while cocking it? Most people assume that is because it is easier to cock the single action revolvers that way, and to a degree, that is true; but there is another even more critical reason. In cap and ball revolvers, if the revolver is cocked level, the spent percussion cap can fall into the hammer mechanism, jamming it, leaving you essentially unarmed in the middle of a gun fight. Good to know. A lot of things like that are lost, and you really need to consult an expert if you aren't familiar with historic weapons, but there are a lot of experts around in various societies and they are usually really eager to share their expertise. **Final thoughts** This was really written to clear some space in my head, but I hope this is some help to somebody Or at least entertains a bit. I am planning on a few more volumes covering different things as time allows.

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Title: Meant to Be Ch. 06 Tags: oral sex, love-making, multiple orgasms Vicki lay awake in the early morning. Placing her hands behind her head, she looked up at the ceiling and let her mind wander. Last night was more than she could ever dream of. All her fears and concerns disappeared and she felt foolish that she ever had them. Aaron took her as she was, without hesitation. The physical act itself was overwhelming as she had never had such feelings before. It was as if it was her very first time. For the first time in her life, she craved more. She rolled onto her side and faced him. Rising up on her elbow, she watched him breath. He lay on his back with his chest and one leg uncovered by the blanket. She listened to his breathing and watched his chest move. She wetted one of her fingers and rubbed his nipple. To her surprise, it puckered and rose up. Aaron squirmed but stayed asleep. Slowly she raised the blanket. Aaron's cock lay on his thigh, semi erect. She put her hand around it and slowly, lightly began stroking it. It grew bigger, harder. Unconsciously she licked her lips as she continued to stroke it. The feeling of it sent tingles through her body. It was velvet-like yet rigid. She moved her hand down to his balls. They felt cool to her touch. She stopped playing with them as Aaron shifted in his sleep but did not awake. She kept massaging his balls with one hand as she moved her other back to his cock. Slowly she began to stroke it, up and down. Without thinking, Vicki lowered her head and placed her mouth on its head. A small drop of liquid had formed on the tip and she flicked at it with her tongue. It tasted salty. She opened her mouth and slid the head into her mouth. It felt good to her. She moved her head up and down, taking more into her mouth. "That feels good," Aaron moaned. Vicki sat up quickly, a look of embarrassment on her face. "How long have you been watching?" "Long enough. Why?" Aaron asked, pushing himself up onto his elbow. "Its just...I never." Vicki was clearly flustered and tried to leave the bed. Aaron grabbed her and she fell onto him. "You did nothing wrong." He said and he kissed her. "I don't know why you are so nervous. You're perfect in so many ways." "Are you just saying that because of the position you now find me?" She said with a twinkle in her eye as she pressed herself into him. "I would say that to you fully clothed on a crowded London street." Aaron rolled her onto her back and kissed her. The kiss was soft and lingering. Vicki responded to it by spreading her legs, inviting him to take her. Aaron broke their embrace long enough to cover his erect cock with a condom and returned to the kiss. "I need you in me now. I need you to make love to me now," Vicki quietly said. Aaron looked at her face and understood. He moved over her and slowly, gently entered her. Vicki put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "What happiness," she thought. Her legs spread and Aaron filling her. She stretched, her breasts arching into his chest. He slid slowly in and out of her. There none of last night's frenzy. This time it was slow and passionate. They moved as one, in perfect rhythm. He felt his orgasm approaching. "I'm going to cum," he gasped. "Yes." Amy moaned. "Oh God!" They came together, as one. They lay together, enjoying the after feeling. "What should we do today?" Vicki asked. "Where do you want to go?" "Your choice. Where you think we should go?" "Alright then. Let's get going." She jumped out off bed and headed off to the bathroom. Aaron watched her go. "Hey, maybe we should stay in. We could think of something to do." "Too late." Vicki laughed as she closed the door. They dressed quickly, grabbed a bite to eat and headed out. They hailed a taxi and headed down towards Oxford Circle. There they got out and decided to go shopping or at least window shop. Walking along Bond St, Vicki showed Aaron some of the latest fashions. He offered to buy her one but she said no. They stopped at a jewelry shop and looked in the window. "See anything you like?" Aaron asked. "Yes," she replied. She turned and looked at him, a puzzled look on her face. "Well? Which one do you like?" Vicki was not sure where this was going but she agreed to follow along. Pointing to a sapphire ring, "I like that one." "OK, let's go." Aaron took her by the hand and they went inside. "We'd like to see that sapphire ring in the window," Aaron said to the clerk. "Aaron, what are you doing?" Vicki whispered. "Buying you a ring," Aaron whispered back. "What!" The clerk brought over a few rings. Aaron pointed to the one Vicki had picked out. "That one." The clerk handed it to Aaron who took Vicki's hand. Vicki didn't say anything. She was confused as to exactly what was going on. He slipped it on her finger. It fit perfectly. "You like it?" She nodded. "We'll take it." Aaron paid the clerk and they left the store. "What the hell was that all about? What does this mean?" Vicki was very angry, so angry she swore. Aaron took her arm and they crossed the street to a small park. They found an empty bench and sat down. "Look," he began, "We might not have a lot time. Who knows? I love you and I'm pretty sure you love me." "I do love you, Aaron but what is the ring about?" "It's a promise ring. A promise that come what may we'll be together at the end, no matter what." "Are you asking me to marry you?" Vicki's eyes filled. "Not really. All I'm asking is that you promise to wait for me. Then if it is alright, then marry me." A single tear rolled down her cheek. "Yes, Aaron, I promise." Aaron jumped up on the bench. "Attention, everyone!" he yelled. "Aaron, what are you doing?" She tugged at his pants leg. "Get down." "Remember what I said this morning about a crowded London street? Well, here goes." By now a number of people had stopped and began to gather. "Ladies and gentlemen, this beautiful lady is perfect and I love her!" A few people politely applauded. One man yelled out, "But does she love you, lad?" Aaron looked down at Vicki. She mouthed, "Yes." He turned to crowd. "She said yes!" More people applauded and many yelled out, "Kiss her, kiss her!" Vicki stood up and Aaron leaned over. In front of a crowd of Londoners, they kissed and the crowd roared in approval. "You're crazy, Aaron." "Yes, I am, for you." They walked arm in arm on the streets of London, alone in a crowd of people. They went to see the Old Antique Shop that Dickens lived in and where he wrote his novels. The place was damaged some from the bombs but stood fairly much the way as it did when Dickens lived there. "I understand you like Scott," Vicki said. " What's wrong with Dickens?" "Nothing," Aaron replied. "Just not my cup of tea. I mean Ivanhoe is just more exciting." "Knights in shining armor and all that, right." "Yes," Aaron said. "Damsels in distress, too." "So are you saying you like rescuing damsel, like me?" Vicki laughed. "Yes, I do," and he kissed her. Vicki took him to a nice restaurant to eat, a place where he ordered real fish and chips. A place where the two could eat in relative quiet and enjoy themselves. The place she chose was a small pub that her father took her to when she was in town. She liked to spend time with him while in London and here brought back warm memories. "Why do you people drink your beer warm? I don't understand it." Vicki answered as best she could. "I don't know. I don't drink beer myself, never could. It is an acquired taste." "A taste I'll never acquire. Would you like to take a walk back to the hotel?" "No. Let's hail a cab. It's much faster," she smiled. The warm water of the bath soothed Vicki's body. The soapy water made her body feel good to the touch. She relaxed as she leaned back into Aaron's arms. She closed her eyes and let her thoughts wander as he gently caressed one of her breasts. They sat in silence enjoying the moment. "You all right?" he whispered in her ear. "Yes, just thinking." She sighed. "About you." "What about me?" "Aren't you afraid?" she said softly. "About what? You and me? Never been more sure of something in my life." "No. You know what." He thought for a moment, almost so long that Vicki thought he hadn't heard her. "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't afraid but really I don't have time. Things get pretty busy up there and everything has to done right. If I foul up, nine men could pay the price. I get plenty nervous just before take-off but once those engines start...do you understand?" "I think so. That Morgan fellow was right. You are a good man." Vicki twisted her body so she lying facing him. She could feel his hard cock on her stomach. She squirmed against it. "I think we should get out before we prune up." She gave him a quick kiss. They dried each other off and then taking him by the hand led Aaron to the bed. It was so different than last night. No pink satin gown, no nervous worrying, just two lovers about to enjoy each other. He lowered Vicki onto the bed. Her sandy blonde hair fell about her bare shoulders. She was breathtaking. Aaron leaned over and kissed her, pressing his lips to hers. She responded by easing her tongue between his lips. His hand ran over her smooth skin. He stopped at her breast and squeezed. She moaned into his mouth. He pinched her erect nipple, rolling it between his fingers. She pressed herself into him. He began to suck, to nibble, to caress it. "Oh baby," Vicki moaned. His hand traveled down until he reached her thigh. He rolled his hand around the top of her thigh and pushed his way between her legs. She willingly spread her legs. His hand found her very warm, very moist. He extended one finger and began to slowly stroke her slit from top to bottom. Vicki buried her mouth into his neck and lightly bit him, leaving her mark. Aaron continued to move down her body. As he reached her thighs, he lowered his mouth, pushing his tongue between her moist lips. She tasted wonderful. She gasped and arched her back. "Oh God!" He eased his tongue out of her and started nibbling on her clit. He used his fingers to spread her lips wider. He continued to flick his tongue over her swollen clit. He felt her tremble and then her hips lifted off the bed. "Oh baby...Oh Aaron!" She grabbed the back of his head. Vicki had never felt such sensations. She began to let herself go He pushed his tongue inside her, her orgasm washing over it. It covered his lips. He opened his mouth and tasted her second one. He moved back to her mouth as she relaxed. Aaron kissed her gently. Her tongue licked his lips and tasted her cum. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, wanting more. Vicki was in heaven. All her inhibitions were gone. She would do anything. She reached down and grabbed Aaron's hard cock. She squeezed it, catching his pre-cum with her other hand. She smeared it on the tip. She broke their kiss. "Make love to me baby. Please I want to feel you inside me." She pleaded. He handed her the condom, which she slowly unroll to cover the length of his shaft. He pressed the head of his cock into her. He slid between her moist lips and easily entered her. Aaron nibbled on her neck, raising goose bumps on her body. He could feel her warm breath on his neck. He began moving. Slowly at first, pulling almost completely out and then back in until their hips met. As Vicki responded he increased his speed. Her arms wrapped around him and clutched him tightly. Her hips lifted off the bed as other orgasm swept over her. "Oh God, Aaron. I love you so much," she cried out. Vicki pushed him off her. Sitting up she moved down to his wet hard cock and pulled off the condom. She needed to taste him, to finish what she started this morning. She wrapped her mouth around it, sucking him deep into her mouth. While her lips moved up and down his shaft, her hand caressed his balls. She increased her speed, sliding up and down his throbbing cock. Aaron entwined his fingers in her soft hair. "Can't...hold...back," he moaned. "I'm cumming!" She moved her mouth and his first stream of cum shot onto his stomach. She placed her mouth back on his cock as the next stream exploded. She pumped his cock, emptying it into her mouth. His cum was running out her mouth and down his shaft. She completely drained him. Vicki smiled at him, a trickle of cum at the corner of her. "I love you. I have never felt so totally in love with anyone. I want to stay with you forever," she whispered. He held her tight with her face buried in his neck. He could feel her tears on him. He pulled her closer. Aaron closed his eyes. This was the woman he loved. Though it wasn't easy, he was grateful to what had brought them together. It was perfect. As they snuggled and renewed their strength, Vicki whispered, "I haven't done anything quite like this before but with you, it seems so right, so natural." "We have all night," Aaron replied. "Yes and all morning too."

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Title: Me and My Boy Ch. 07 Tags: gay, gay male, neighbor, neighbour, group, group sex On hearing the voice saying how fucking hot we were, we all looked over to the fence. A brown haired guy who looked to be about 30 was staring at the scene of our recent fucking with a big open mouthed grin. "Wish I had got home sooner, I would've joined in." "Hi Rob. Wasn't expecting you back for a couple more hours," said Matt. This was obviously the boyfriend Matt had recently mentioned. The cock hungry power bottom that liked to be fucked. "Phil" (Matt pointed at me) "and Billy invited me over for a drink and ... well you saw the result." "Yeah - as I said it looked fucking hot." "I'm sure we will all be up for more in a little while," I said. "Why don't you come over?" The three of us were now all stood up, still naked, showing our cock and balls to the world as we chatted. Billy and Matt's big cocks were at half mast, mine was still a little soft but I could feel it start to stir. "I'll just have a quick shower, then be right there. Don't start again without me," he said and then disappeared back into their house. "So he is a bottom only boy?" I asked Matt. "Mostly. He does fuck sometimes. His cock is nowhere near as big as any of us though, but his ass is mind-blowingly beautiful," Matt answered. "If he doesn't fuck you very often, how come you could take my cock so easily?" I asked him. "He's not the only guy I've been with. We play around - together or not. And he uses big dildo's on me and has been trying to get his fist up my ass lately. Guess all that has loosened me up." At the mention of 'fist', Billy's mouth dropped open. "A fist" he said. "He's been trying to fist fuck your hole?" "Yeah for a few weeks now. We saw it on a porno flick and he said he wanted to try it. Not managed to get in past his knuckles yet though. But he keeps trying." "I think I will stick to cock in my pussy. Love hard cock meat inside me too much," Billy said. Both Matt and Bill'y cocks were now hard and pointing to the sky and mine was well on it's way to join them. "Cool down everyone," I said. "Let's wait for Rob to join us." About 20 minutes later later we heard Rob coming around the corner of the house. He appeared dressed in a pair of very tight cut-off shortie shorts and t-shirt. The shorts clung to his body like a second skin. They were so short his balls were actually hanging out the bottom as he walked towards us. He was about 5'7", brown wet hair, brown eyes. I saw his nipple also had a ring piercing in it like Matt's. "Hi guys," he said. Matt went over and gave Rob a hug and deep kiss, placing a hand on Rob's ass as he did so. "You're overdressed babe," he said. He then pulled off Rob's t-shirt showing a slim, brown hairless body. No big muscles but no fat either. My cock started to rise again and I smiled at Billy, whose huge cock was rock hard. Matt was rubbing his hand over Rob's body, tweaking on the nipple ring, as he continued kissing him. He undid Rob's shorts and pushed them down revealing Rob's hard cock surrounded by a trimmed set of pubes. He wasn't as big as us three but I wouldn't have said it was small either, probably around 5" and cut, with very low hanging hairless balls. He was brown all over - no tell tale signs of briefs from sunbathing or using a sun bed. I found that incredibly hot. As the two finished kissing, Billy and I walked over and greeted Rob. I shook his hand, Billy ran his hands over Rob's ass and grabbed hold of his hard cock and gave him a kiss. Rob wrapped his hand around Billy's hard cock and said "I can't wait to feel your cock in my ass." "Shall we go inside and have some privacy. No telling who might be looking over the fence," I said. We moved to the lounge room, and I offered Rob a drink but he shook his head, immediately straddling himself across an arm of a couch with his legs spread. "So, as I'm the newbie here, who wants to fuck me first out of you two," he said as he looked at Billy and me. "I'm gonna have you both in my ass so you choose who goes first." From where I was standing I had a perfect view of Rob's tight little twitching hole. Matt was right - it was a beautiful looking firm ass and tiny hole. He pushed his ass out and a dribble of something that looked like cum ran out, down his balls. "What the fuck," I said. "You got cum in your hole already Rob?" "No - it's just lube. I prepared my ass ready for cock. Come on daddy, shove your hard cock in me." I positioned my knob head at his hole and ran it around his hole coating it in the lube he had pushed out of his ass while Rob sniffed poppers. "I need cock daddy," Rob said, With that he pushed his ass backwards and swallowed my cock all the way inside him. The lube in his ass felt amazing around my cock. "I need a piss. You want it Rob?" asked Matt. Rob just nodded and opened his mouth for Matt to put his cock in and start pissing. We could hear the liquid gather in Rob's mouth then he swallowed it. He kept drinking Matt's piss, not missing a drop as I was fucking his cunt. This boy was a fucking horny dirty slut. Matt then lay down on the floor and lubed his hard cock that was pointing straight up. "Come on Billy boy, ride my cock again." Billy smiled, took a hit of poppers and straddled over Matt's cock, then sat straight down getting Matt's cock balls deep inside his pussy. It looked fucking hot watching my boy riding that big cock while I was slamming my cock in and out of Rob's tight ass hole. We fucked for a few minutes then I could feel the cum churning in my balls getting ready to travel up my shaft. I didn't want to cum yet so slowed down and just held my cock deep in Rob's ass. "Billy, let's swap. You gotta fuck this ass, and I really want to get Matt's cock inside my cunt." Billy stood up and I saw Matt's hard cock covered in lube and cum from Billy's ass. I pulled out of Rob and we swapped places. As I straddled Matt, I took a few deep whiffs of poppers, then positioned his knob head at my hole, and slowly pushed my ass down on his cock, till I was sitting on his groin with his cum coated cock all the way inside me. I needed to wait a minute or two to get used to the log that was now inside me so I watched as Billy roughly shoved his huge cock into Rob and started fucking him hard. Rob was moaning and groaning as Billy pounded his ass. I lifted up slightly and Matt started to slowly fuck me. I pulled my ass cheeks wide to let Matt get as deep as possible then sat back down on him. Billy lay down on Rob's back holding Rob's arms above his head with one hand while his other was under Rob's body pulling on the nipple ring. He was rutting like a dog pushing his cock deep into Rob's guts. Each thrust made Rob moan more. "You ready for a hard fucking buddy?" Matt asked me. "Sure. Let's do it" I answered. He lifted me off his cock and pushed me over onto my back. He lifted my legs in the air and spread them wide as I pulled my ass cheeks apart. Then Matt slammed his cock deep inside me and started to pound my cunt with long fast deep thrusts. "You're ass is so tight I won't last long," he said. I wanted to be fucked for a long time but also wanted to feel his cock explode into my ass. "Pull your cock buddy and cum while I fuck you" he said. I started pulling my cock with one hand and twisting Matt's nipple ring with the other, when I heard Rob moan and saw cum start pouring from his cock onto the floor. That was enough to push me over. My cock shot rope after rope of cum high onto my chin and chest. Matt stopped pounding me. "I'm gonna cum buddy," he said and held his cock deep in me. I could feel his cock twitching and getting thicker then cum warming the inside of my ass as he blasted his load into me. "Oh fuck oh fuck I'm cumming..." Billy moaned and pounded his cum load into Rob's guts. "Oh my god, oh fucking hell" he shouted. I could tell he was giving Rob an ass full of hot cum. None of us could move after for a few minutes till we got our breathing back to normal, then cocks went soft and slipped out of cum filled pussy's. Billy lay by my side and wrapped his body over me, while Rob and Matt did the same. Billy fingered my well fucked hole and played with the cum inside me, as Matt's cum started trickling out. "I like our neighbours dad," he said. "Me too son," I said. Rob and Matt grinned and both said "Us too." I had a feeling this was just the beginning of some fun times.

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Title: Friend in Need Tags: friend, gay college, gay friend "Hey Tim, you home?" I bellowed as I walked through their back door. Tim was one of my best friends and we had decided to attend the same college after graduating high school and were finishing up our freshman year. We were supposed to study for an upcoming math test together after we finished class. Since his parents both worked, they weren't home now and wouldn't be for another few hours. I stopped in the kitchen and listened for a reply. When I didn't hear one, I yelled again. "Hey Tim, it's Nick. You upstairs?" Still no answer, which was weird. Tim knew I was coming over, and since the house wasn't locked he had to be home...somewhere. He had to be up in his room. It was the only thing that made any sense. I crossed the living room and headed for the stairs, figuring he was up in his room. Their house was pretty plush, so the thick carpet on the steps prevented any creaking or other noise as I climbed them. I reached the top of the steps and walked down the hall towards Tim's bedroom, thinking nothing was out of the ordinary. Tim tended to be distracted all the time, one of those things that led to our planned study session this afternoon. Not suspecting anything I was about to say hello when I walked into his room and saw him. He was sitting as his computer and was rubbing his crotch through his shorts while staring intently at the porn website. His shorts were tented up by his obvious arousal, his hard-on stretching the fabric. Tim pumped his shaft through his shorts slowly, a damp spot hear it's tip. Obviously, he hadn't heard me come in or holler from the downstairs from the startled look on his face and feeble attempt to hide his hard-on as he realized I was in his room. "Uh, sorry man....didn't hear you come in." He stammered. His face was flushed and there were small beads of sweat on his brow. I must have surprised him at just the wrong time. I pretended not to notice the clearly outlined bulge in his shorts and looked down at the floor, rummaging through my backpack while Tim shut off his computer. Seeing his chance, he awkwardly flopped from his desk to his bed, trying to keep his back to me. "Dude, were you just doing what I think you were doing?" I asked, still looking for my notes from class. "Shut up!" He yelled back. I couldn't tell if he was pissed off, embarrassed or both. Whichever it was, he wasn't happy about getting caught in the act. I chuckled to myself, trying hard to suppress a grin. "It's no big deal man. " I told him, "I'll only tell everyone on the team!" "You better not." He replied, his voice dropping now. "It's her fault man, she's been teasing me for weeks now but won't let me in her pants". The "she" was Tina Wilkes, Tim's on-again, off-again girlfriend. Finding my notebook, I looked up at Tim. He was pretty upset now, having had a few minutes to think about things. His shaggy red hair hung over his eyes. I thought I may have seen tears trying to well up in his eyes, but wasn't sure. He was angry and confused, unsure of himself. I sat down on the end of the bed. Tim had pulled pillow over and covered his crotch with it. I could tell he was having a hard time dealing with the hormones and frustration of having a girlfriend, yet not being able to score with her. It bothered me a lot, seeing Tim so upset. I felt a sense of uneasiness in the pit of my stomach as I checked out my friend. Tim was built like me, about six feet tall and maybe one hundred seventy pounds. Tall and thin, his pale skin and red hair made him stand out from the crowd. The freckles on his face and blue eyes were appealing to everyone who met him, yet because he was lanky like me, he didn't always fit in with the popular groups at school. Tina Wilkes was out of his league (mine too, for that matter) so it didn't surprise me at all she was giving him the cold shoulder when he made moves on her. I felt sorry for him, and at that moment felt something more for him too. Tim and I had always been close, able to talk to each other about anything; cars, girls, our futures. My friend was suffering frustration and now shame and embarrassment. "Tell ya what. I'll forget all about what I just saw...." I let my voice trail off. "Okay, what do I have do?" Tim asked. "Nothing really, I'll do most of it." I answered back. "You just have to promise to not freak out or anything." "Alright." I stood up, feeling my own cock starting to swell in anticipation of what I had planned. "I'll be right back." I said as I headed down the hall to the bathroom. I switched on the light and opened the medicine cabinet. Finding what I was looking for, I grabbed a towel and looked at myself in the mirror. Could I really do this? Could I really finish what I planned on starting? I wasn't sure myself. Like most guys, I was curious what it would be like, how it would feel and if I'd physically be able to take it. The swelling in my shorts and increased tension in my gut told me this was the best and maybe only time to find out. I headed back to Tim's room. He was sitting with his legs crossed, his head hung down. He didn't look up when I came back into his room. I walked over the bed, standing in front of him. Since he hadn't bothered to look up, he did not see what I had in my hands. "Tim, you're gonna have to trust me. Do you?" I asked hesitantly. "Sure Nick, I trust you." "Good. I want you to stand up." Tim moved slowly, pulling the towel away from his crotch as he got to his feet. He was trembling a little, the gooseflesh evident on his arms. He still wouldn't look at me. "Close your eyes..." I told him softly. I had seen Tim's body many times, in the showers after practice and things of that nature. This was different and we both could feel it. He slowly pulled his shirt over his head and dropped on the floor. I could see all of his ribs and the prominent points of his shoulders and collar bones. His chest was smooth and flat, with no body hair to mar his creamy, pale skin. I took a step closer, to where we are almost touching. "Remember, no freaking out." I whispered. "I won't." He whispered back. I didn't need more encouragement. I slowly leaned in and kissed his neck softly. He jumped just a little, but didn't freak or push me away. Emboldened, I kissed his neck again, giving him just a slight nibble as I moved lower. Tim gasped. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady us both. Tim's breathing grew shallow, his eyes remaining closed as I kissed his collar bone while I dragged my fingertips lightly over his chest. Now oblivious to any risk or second thoughts, I covered his nipple with my thumb and finger, gently squeezing as I raised my head slightly and kissed Tim on the mouth. He gasped hard, his mouth opening as it met mine. I pushed my tongue in slightly while rolling his nipple between my fingers. I probed his mouth gently with my tongue as Tim began to kiss me back. Softly at first; then with more growing urgency. His hands reached around my back to hold me close to him. Sensing his need now, I released his nipple and slid my hand lower. Tim's body trembled as my reached the crest of his hip. I broke our lip lock for a moment and looked intently at him. "Tim....are you okay?" I asked softly. "Yeah, I'm okay." He answered, finally looking back at me. "Good, I'm glad." I smiled at him. I leaned in and kissed him again, now sliding my hand lower past his waist. I could feel the tenting of his shorts as I drew small circles on his upper thigh with one finger. He was trembling completely now, almost shivering. Tim leaned his head back as I kissed his neck. I moved my hand from his thigh, brushing my fingers against his swollen shaft. Tim moaned softly. I cupped his hard-on with the palm of my hand, rubbing him slowly through his shorts. I could feel the damp spot at this tip of his cock as his tongue swirled with mine. Tim moaned appreciatively as I stoked his shaft, but we both wanted more. I broke the kiss gently and begin kissing down his throat, moving my other hand to his waist. Looking up at him, I could see the pleasure on his face. I released his cock to take his shorts in both hands. I kissed lower now, moving down from his chest to his abs. Tim's body continued to respond to my touch, and I think he knew what might be coming next. The position I was in began to hurt my back, and since I knew what I was going to do, it only made sense. Shifting my weight for a moment, I got down on one knee, then the other. Tim looked down at me, his mouth hanging open. His erect cock, straining his shorts, was level with my face. "Nick, are you gonna...." His voice trailed off. I had never done it before, but I had already come this far. I smiled up at him and nodded slowly. I was going to fellate my best friend. "It's okay Tim, I want to." I really did at this point. Tim was totally at my mercy. Tim nodded once as I took his shorts in both hands and slowly pulled them down, revealing his bright red pubic patch. A little further now and the tip of his knob began to show, until I slid his short to the floor. His throbbing hard-on, now free of it's confines, raged in front of me. It looked average in size, not incredibly large or thick, but just right for him. The slit in his knob glistened with precum and I could see the blue veins in his shaft clearly through his pale skin. His balls hung large and heavy beneath the base of his shaft, also covered in the red hair of his patch. I looked more closely and could actually see his dick throb, the head of his cock red and swollen. I looked up at Tim, his eyes pleading with me to go further. I opened my mouth and licked my lips, not entirely sure of what to do next. Sure, I had seen it on late night porn movies but this was the real thing. Slowly moving my head forward, I took his knob into my mouth. It was warm, the precum giving it a slightly salty taste. I leaned in further, taking his cock deeper in my mouth and sliding it along my tongue. "Uuuungggghhhh....." Tim moaned aloud. I wrapped my lips around his shaft and held his cock gently in mouth, feeling it's throbbing warmth. Leaning back away, I sucked gently until his cockhead reached my lips only to plunge back down on him. Tim groaned again more loudly this time, spurring me on. I began to bob my head, taking his cock as deep as I could and slowly sucking on the upstroke. I was struggling to find a rhythm, but still sucking his dick. Tim was moaning and panting, so I must be doing something right. I reached up, took his hands and placed them around my head. Tim gasped and clenched my head tightly. I cupped his balls in one hand, reaching around to massage his ass crack with the other. Tim began to move his hips, slowly at first and then with more force. He was humping my mouth, fucking my face with his cock. Because he wasn't massive I could take his whole cock in my mouth and before long he was mashing my nose into his pubic bone. Tim began to sweat as he pumped his shaft in my mouth. "Oh god Nick, oh yeah....suck me....god yeah, that's good." He panted. I could feel his cockhead against the back of my throat as my jaw started to hurt. Tim's body began to shudder, my lips tightly sealed around his swollen member. I could feel his whole body tense as his ass muscles tightened. Any time now.... "Oh my god Nick, I'm gonna cum....I'm gonna...." Tim cried out as he climaxed, his cock pumping thick jets of cum into my mouth as he shoved it deep into my throat. His cock pulsed on my tongue and more jets of cum filled my mouth and started to leak out and run down my chin. I grasped his shaft and sucked hard, paying attention to his cockhead. Tim's knees buckled as more cum spewed from his cock. Tim cried out over and over with each spasm, holding my face tightly against his pubic patch until he finally relented. I pulled back just a little and sucked him gently, making his body twitch until he at last began to soften. I was able to swallow most of his jism, but had to wipe my face to catch what had escaped. "Jesus Nick, I'm sorry man..." I smiled up at him, the small drop of his cum on my face. He was still trembling. "It's okay Tim, I wanted this. I wanted you to cum." Tim reached under my arms and lifted me to my feet. He hugged me, holding me close. He didn't know what to do next. By now, my own cock was fully hard and aching and there was no doubt Tim could feel my hard-on against him. I could tell from his eyes he wasn't ready to return the favor. His hand hesitantly rubbed against my shaft, but he wasn't prepared for what had just happened. "Go lie down Tim, I'll be right there." Tim released me and wandered over to his bed, lying down on his back. I walked around his room, turning off some lights and dimming those that I could. I grabbed the jar of vaseline and the towel from the bathroom. I turned to face Tim and tossed the things onto the bed. Slowly, I raised my shirt up and off. As I took a step closer to the bed I unbuckled my belt and unfastened my jeans. My own shaft was oozing precum now. Tim's eyes were wide as he watched me. I tucked my thumbs into my boxers and in a slow, single motion I pushed them to the floor. I was totally naked; my cock pulsed and throbbed in the cool air. Tim's mouth hung open as I crawled onto the bed. Still on all fours I crawled on top of him, out bodies not yet touching. "Don't worry Tim, I don't expect you to suck me." I smiled. The relief on his face was obvious. I leaned in and kissed his neck again, moving my mouth lower until I reached his chest. I dragged the tip of my tongue against his skin until I reached his nipple, sucking his bud in my mouth. Tim moaned aloud, obviously enjoying the sensation. I sucked and teased his nipple for a moment before looking him in the eye and smiling. I kissed lower, heading back for his shaft. Still smiling, I opened the jar of Vaseline. Tim's cock was already hardening again. I took his knob into my mouth and sucked just his cockhead. Tim's moaning became more guttural and his cock throbbed to further hardness until after a few moments he was fully erect. I must have been quite a sight, his cock head in my mouth while I smiled and lubed his shaft with the Vaseline. When I was ready, I began to pump his cock, sliding easily up and down his length. Tim's body responded, his hips starting to buck and thrust on their own, just in time. I was worried how this might go, but Tim was out of his mind now. He would do anything I told him. Still holding the Vaseline, I straddled his hips with my knees, my cock aching to be touched. I smeared a large glob of the Vaseline on the tip of his cock. I took another generous amount and smeared it around my ass crack, feeling for my man hole. Holding his slick, hard cock in my hand I lowered by hips slowly, guiding his cock head towards my ass bud. God, I was on fire now and wanted him badly. "I wanna feel your cock inside me...." I closed my eyes and exhaled deeply as his knob found my man hole. Slowly, using my body weight I lowered myself further. The lube made it less painful, but it still hurt when his mushroom head pushed past my sphincter and entered me. If Tim had been any bigger I was sure this wouldn't have worked. I drew a couple of ragged breaths and gave myself time to adjust to his cock before lowering again and taking more of his hard-on up my ass. Tim's eyes were wide, his mouth agape as I lowered the rest of the way. His cock filled me completely. The pleasure was exquisite as his cock head rubbed my special place. I began seeing stars and I started to raise and lower my hips, humping his cock. My own cock bounced up and down as I humped him. Tim's hands grabbed my hips to hold me as I rocked on his shaft. With each rub of my pleasure center, I moaned and groaned. I took Tim's hands and placed them on my chest. Tim squeezed and kneaded my chest and nipples, only deepening my sense of pleasure. I was beyond caring now, I had to cum...I needed the release. I slowed my hips and looked into Tim's eyes. "I want...." I whispered. "What? What can I do?" I rolled off his shaft and lay on my back for a moment. Tim's hand reached over to stroke my hard-on. My hips were sore, my knees were sore but still I hadn't cum. "Tim...I want to.....I want to watch you......" I stammered. "What are you saying?" "Fuck me....I want to watch you fuck me." Tim rolled away for a moment, not sure what to make of my words. In a moment he turned back to me and kissed me hard, his hand still stroking my shaft. My legs were spread wide while my cock raged. Tim stood on the floor and pulled me close by my hips. He smeared more lube on his cock and took my ankles in each hand. Pushing me back on my shoulders, he rolled my hips up and exposed my savaged hole. Just that quickly he pierced my hole and buried his throbbing cock in my ass. Tim began to hump me, slowly at first, his whole length sliding in and out me. Each time his swollen cock head pushed back in I cried out his name. His pace quickened as he drove his swollen cock home, his balls bumping against me. He had a look of wild abandon on his face. His hips were a blur as he fucked me faster and harder. I heard myself making noises, grunting and moaning each time his length filled me, his knob brushing against the spot that made me see stars. My cock hurt, bouncing up and down with Tim's thrusts. I needed to cum badly and tried to grind against him. Tim fucked me hard, slamming his hips against my ass with each deep thrust, until I felt my own climax finally begin. "Don't stop Tim......I'm close..." I stammered. "Me too...." He whispered, still banging away at my manhole. I felt the rumblings in my groin as my sack tightened and my balls began to tingle. My cock was throbbing hard, and I knew I was approaching climax. Tim hung his head back, his mouth hanging open. A thin sheen of sweat covered us both. I pinched both my nipples hard to further the sensation, crying out loudly. I could hardly stand the sensations of pleasure now and my vision started to dim. I grabbed the bed in white-knuckled fists and felt my back arch hard as I began to climax. "Tim....oh god Tim.....fuck meeeeeeeeeeee......" I whimpered. My hips bucked uncontrollably and Tim slammed his cock home as I came harder than I could ever remember. My entire body shook and convulsed as the pleasure crashed into my brain from every part of my body. My cock erupted with thick ropes of cum that landed on my face, neck and chest. Tim's eyes grew wide as even more cum spewed forth, landing in thick creamy puddles on my upper body. I shook and moaned, the pleasure of orgasm still sweeping through me as Tim started to cum as well. He drove his cock deep and held my hips tight, impaling me on his shaft as he came. I felt the pulses of his seed pounding inside my manhole. Tim cried out as well as his cock pumped more cum inside me. As my vision began to return, I looked up at Tim to see him smiling. Slowly, he withdrew his shaft and I felt his juice leak a little from my hole and run down my ass crack. Tim leaned down, running his hands up my body until he reached my chest, pinching my nipples. I shook again, the small dribbles of cum still leaking from my cockhead and running down my softening shaft. I was covered in my own semen, puddles and drops covered by abs, chest and neck. "God Nick, that was hot..." "Yeah, it was. Did you like it?" I whispered, kissing his lips gently. "Yeah, I really did." "I'm glad. So we can do this again?" I asked, tentatively. "Anytime." Tim smiled.

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Title: New Gloves by danath Tags: Bunny, Dinosaur, Female, Fighting, No-Yiff, Rabbit, boxing New Gloves By Danath [http://www.danath.com](http://www.danath.com) Commissioned by HandOfBlades Angel is © HandOfBlades ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/handofblades/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/handofblades/)) Green is © GreenLegend ([http://www.furaffinity.net/user/greenlegend/](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/greenlegend/)) \* \* \* Angel growled with frustration as she tried to hold the bright blue and green wrapping paper down around a cardboard container slightly larger than a shoebox. The festive paper wasn't to curl back up and she was having trouble getting the tape to stick. The six-foot-seven sauropod eventually gave up and simply wrapped a long piece of clear tape around the entire package, ending with the cardboard inside more or less covered. Angel was a boxer. Her height and reach gave her a large advantage in the ring. It didn't hurt that her smooth, broad skull and pointy teeth were more than a little intimidating as well. Golden eyes peered out from under a heavy brow. Red triangles ran down her backside, no more than a few inches wide at the top and spreading larger as they traveled over her spine and tail. They contrasted with her tough gray-brown skin nicely. Each triangle pointed downwards, each angle a perfect 60 degrees. Lighter white skin ran from under her chin, over the front of her neck, and spread over her chest and belly before narrowing near her groin. Dressed as she was in black, baggy shorts and a tight-fitting black sports bra, she was exposing as much skin as she normally did at the gym where she worked out and sparred with other boxers. The big dinosaur wasn't one to mess around with fine details like wrapping a Christmas present. Besides, she was hoping to see the receiver of the gift put them on right away anyways. It took Angel a few weeks to find the gloves, but it was worth it - they were perfect. The boxing gloves were springtime green with black wrists. Each glove had, right at the top where the glove would be hitting someone, a white, ten-point star. Angel stood and picked up the poorly-wrapped gift from the bench near the boxing ring at the center of the gym. It was early in the day yet, so she got into the ring, leaving the present in one corner, and danced in circles, shifting her feet, punching the air, dodging imaginary blows. She loved to box and easily lost herself in the faux-fight, until she heard a voice call her name. "Angel! Hey!" The large dino stopped and leaned her elbows on the ropes as she smiled at Green Legend. The white-furred bunny was nearly as tall as she was. At least, if you counted her tall, flopped over ears, which Green always did. The rabbit approached the ring, dressed in her regular boxing uniform. She wore a light green sports bra and matching shorts. She also had a many-pointed star over her left eye, the same color as her boxing shorts. One cup of the bra had a circular patch of black, flat on the upper side, which extended over the side of her chest. Her green shorts had a stylized black flame on the left leg, outlined in white. She was fit, with a hard belly that showed off every muscle, even through her thick, soft pelt. She had long blonde hair draping down the sides of her short muzzle, going just past her shoulders. The ends were tipped with red, giving it the appearance of fire as she tossed it back and waved at Angel. "Green! Just the person I was hoping to see," Angel said. Her tail swept the mat behind her lazily and she nodded towards the gift. "Got you your Christmas present early. Didn't want to wait." Green laughed and ran over to lift the present. She raised an eyebrow at the crumpled wrapping paper, but didn't say anything, for which Angel was grateful. The rabbit tore into the box inside and pulled out the boxing gloves, a look of rapt adoration on her white-furred face. "Oh, Angel! They're perfect!" she said, clutching them to her chest. "Wow!" "Thought you'd like 'em," she said. "But I didn't get you anything." "S'okay," the dino said, shrugging. "Tell you what - be my sparring partner today and we'll call it even. Help you break in those gloves." Angel nodded and hopped into the ring. Both boxers put on their gloves - Angel's were the same red color as the triangles on her backside. They couldn't tape them as tightly as if they were fighting for real without third-party assistance, but for sparring, it was good enough. They bumped fists in the middle of the ring. "Gonna kick your ass today, bunny," Angel said, flashing a grin that revealed every one of her many sharp teeth. "You say that every time," Green shot back, dancing backwards, gloves up. "And every time I prove you wrong." "I'm feeling good today," the dino said, retreating to her corner as well, keeping a wary eye on the bunny. "You wait and see." They rushed back to the center at the same time and circled each other. Neither wore shoes, preferring their feet bare. The canvas trembled beneath them as they held their gloves up, protecting their faces, until Angel ducked, jumped forward, and went for an early uppercut. Green leaned backward, narrowly avoiding a nasty shot to the jaw, and tried to retaliate. Angel blocked the first punch, but took the second to her belly. She let out an "oof!" as she turned into the blow. The dino's long tail swept around, catching one of Green's ankles. The white rabbit stumbled and Angel rushed in, raining a string of blows, several of which connected solidly around the white rabbit's belly and chest. One landed a hit on her nose, stunning her for just a moment. Green shrugged off a few more glancing blows and struck back half-blind, eyes watering. The white star on the end of her green glove connected and Angel grunted as she dropped back, gloves up. Green sniffed and wriggled her pink nose. "Shoulda worn my mouth guard," she grumbled, opening and closing her jaw a few times. "You're looking a little rusty there, Green," Angel said, taunting her sparring partner. "Slowing down a bit, are we?" "Ha! Least I don't need the temperature at 80 to fight," Green shot back. The two females growled at each other and circled again, toes dancing back and forth as they looked for an opening. They traded blows here and there, but for a few minutes, neither went for it. Until Green saw her chance. She feinted a left hook and, when Angel took the bait, she swung in her right glove, catching the dino under the jaw. Dazed, Angel stumbled back, trying to get her gloves back up as the bunny's lightning-fast punches rained down around her head and shoulders. She got a few good body shots in before trying to swing her tail around, but this time, Angel was ready. The rabbit hopped into the air, putting her great leg strength to good work, and as she landed, brought her fist down on top of the bridge of Angel's muzzle. The sauropod's jaw clacked together and a stream of blood poured from her right nostril. Growling, she ignored the wooziness and swung out, jabbing left, right, and left again. She caught Green a solid shot to the jaw and another to the temple, but the rabbit swung right back. Angel tried to block, but the pesky lapine girl was simply too quick. The next thing Angel knew, she was on her back, staring up at the lights, arms at her sides, with a throbbing pain in her jaw and temple. Green stepped over her belly and straddled her chest, both white stars on the ends of the gloves pointing right at Angel's snout. "Ha! Another victory for the mammals!" she shouted, glee evident on her face. "That friggin' right hook of yours," Angel said, reaching up to rub her swollen jaw with her glove. Green reached down and helped the larger female up to her feet. "Hey, don't feel bad. It was a good fight." She opened and closed her jaw a few more times. "You got a few good hits in there. Damn... feels like I got hit by a truck..." Angel laughed and threw her arm around the rabbit's shoulder. "Least I gave as good as I got, right?" "S'right! These gloves are great, by the way. Thanks again!" Angel's teeth clicked as she grinned and wiped her bloody nose on her free arm. "Oh, don't think we're done already, bunny! Those gloves aren't going to save you in round two!" The End

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Title: How She Met the Mother Tags: cobie smulders, cristin milioti, lesbian, fisting, oral, dressing room, first lesbian "Isn't she adorable," the young blonde stagehand whispered to Cobie Smulders, pointing out the short brunette reading her script. They were a few minutes away from filming the last scene of 'How I Met Your Mother' for that day. "What...I mean yeah she is," Cobie responded as she stared at the woman. "Who is she, one of Ted's flavors of the month for next season?" "Oh no, she's 'The Mother'," the stagehand said before being called away. "The Mother? Damn, they made a cute choice," Cobie thought to herself as her eyes scanned the young woman. Cobie admired her 5'2" frame covered by a purple dress down to her knees, the same she would wear during her debut on the show. The woman looked over at her and smiled. Jumping out of her chair and skipping her way over in a pair of Ugg boots. "Oh my god, Cobie Smulders!" the woman said as she grabbed her hand and shook it. "I'm a big fan of yours...my name is Cristin, I'm 'The Mother'!" "Hi Cristin," Cobie said as she gave the happy woman a hug. "Congratulations on the role." "Thanks, I'm so excited to get going," she said. "I only have one scene here but next season I'll really be into it." Cristin stepped back and looked Cobie up and down. "I love how that looks on you, it's amazing." Cobie was surprised to hear the words come from her mouth. She was dressed in a professional manner for her scene. She was in a pair of black pants down to her ankles, a white dress shirt and black blazer. "Amazing" was the last thing the thirty-one year old Canadian had expected to hear. "Wow thanks," she said with a smile. "You look cute in that dress." "Oh my god, thank you!" "Cristin Milioti, you are needed on set in two minutes," the blonde stagehand shouted out from across the hallway. "Well, I got to get this thing shot," Cristin said as she tossed her script on a chair. "Do you have any scenes left to shoot?" "Just one in about twenty minutes," the taller woman said. "When you get done, wanna come to my dressing room and talk for a bit?" Cristin asked with an eager look, praying for a yes to slip out between Cobie's sparkling lips. "Yeah, sure, I'd love to," she responded, causing Cristin to hug her again. "Can't wait, see you then." As Cristin hurried off to the set, Cobie stood still watching her. She was still in shock at having her outfit called "amazing" and thought to herself, "I like that girl." "Cobie!" Alyson Hannigan yelled from behind her. "God, why are you yelling?" Cobie said as she quickly turned around. "I've been saying your name for about fifteen seconds," Alyson said as she looked over Cobie's shoulder to see Cristin. "I see you met 'The Mother', hyper little thing ain't she?" "Yeah, hyper would be the word," Cobie responded. "But she is really sweet." "True, at least they didn't hire some bimbo cunt," Alyson said with a laugh. "Well, I'm done for the day. See you at the wrap party?" "You know it," the brunette answered. As Alyson walked away, Cobie turned back to look at Cristin but was disappointed when she was gone. In only the brief meeting with her, she had taken a liking to her. She was looking forward to finishing her scene so she could get to know her new friend a little better. After an hour and a half of take after take, Cobie finally finished filming her scenes with Neil Patrick Harris. They shared a hug before each heading off in their separate directions; Neil to his dressing room, Cobie to Cristin's. "Damn that took forever," Cobie whispered to herself. "Hope she's still there." Cobie approached the door with the name 'Cristin Milioti' on it and knocked twice. The door was opened so she pushed it forward and walked in. "Cristin?" she called out before walking all the way in the room. "Cristin, you still here?" "Why would I leave?" she heard from behind her. She turned around to find Cristin, who had been hiding behind the door, closing and locking it. "I could never leave someone I've admired for years." "Admired?" Cobie said with a chuckle. "You've actually admired me?" "Of course, what's not to love," Cristin said as she walked towards her. "You're tall, you're beautiful, you can make the ugliest outfits look smoking hot," she said as she got up close to Cobie and smelled the air. "You smell amazing." Cobie was getting somewhat uncomfortable as Cristin pressed her small-framed body against hers. Cristin lifted her arm up and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her in for a kiss. She was in shock once again as the younger woman's tongue wiggled around in her mouth, tickling the roof of her mouth. She did not fight it at all. Once the kiss broke, both girls stared at each other with big eyes. "And you have a beautiful mouth," Cristin said as she licked her upper lip. "I...uh, I...you, I," Cobie stuttered, dumbfounded as to what to say. "Aww, look at you, so confused," Cristin said. "Sit down and gather yourself." Cristin walked behind Cobie and led her to the couch. As the taller woman sat down, the newcomer sat next to her grabbed hold of her hand. Cobie looked at Cristin and locked eyes. "So...you like kissing girls," Cobie said, eliciting a laugh from Cristin. "Really? After that, that's all you have to ask me?" she asked, trying to suppress her laughter. "Sorry, (cough) I've never kissed a girl off-screen or off-stage before but after all I've done while watching you, it felt right." "All you've done?" Cobie asked. "Like what?" "Well, it's kind of embarrassing," she said as she grasped her friend's hand. "But I would sit down and watch the show and sometimes when you came on screen, my hand..." she said as she lifted Cobie's hand up off her lap. "...would go here." Cristin guided Cobie's hand towards her, lowering it until it was hovering over her crotch. Cobie looked away from her hand and back at the woman, where she saw the biggest smile she had ever seen on her. "You...you're telling me you," she tried to speak but was cut off. "Yes, I would...rub myself when I saw you," Cristin said as she brought Cobie's hand up to her mouth, kissing her palm. "I guess you could say I have a bit of a crush on you." Cobie was speechless. She could not think of the right words for the situation. On one hand she was flattered that a woman as cute as Cristin would be so attracted to her. On the other hand, Cobie was a married mother who had never even thought of another woman in a sexual way. She had no clue what to do but luckily for her, Cristin was not going to take 'no' for an answer. As Cobie's jaw hung open in shock, Cristin got up to her knees and pulled herself close to her again. She pressed her lips to Cobie's and slowly pushed her down until she was flat on the couch. Cristin's hand started to comb their way through the long dark hair of the older woman as she put more intensity in her kiss. Her new friend was under her control, which was enough for her to completely give in. While Cristin was forcing her sexual desire on her, Cobie started to kiss her back hard. Both girls giggled as Cobie's tongue entered the watering mouth of the twenty-seven year old that lay on top of her. Her hands wrapped around her small frame and she hugged her tight. She could feel the heat and dampness increasing between her legs, helped by the feeling of Cristin's knee pressed against her crotch, inadvertently rubbing her. Cristin's hand started to migrate away from Cobie's hair and towards the blazer she was wearing. She wrapped her hands around the collar and started to pull it away. Cobie sat up and released her grip on the woman and threw her arms back, allowing the blazer to roll off of her arms and fall to the ground. Cristin broke the kiss and focused as she unbuttoned the white dress shirt. She felt kisses against her forehead as she pulled each button away. As soon as the last button was undone, she tore open the shirt and roughly rolled it off of Cobie's shoulders. Cobie, whose torso was covered only by a black cotton bra, reached for the straps on Cristin's dress and pulled them down over her arms. The young woman stared lovingly at her chest as she felt her dress being roughly pulled down. Once her purple bra was exposed, she took hold of her dress and pulled it all the way down. She stood up as her covering was wrapped around her knees. She kicked off her boots before stepping away from the dress. The short woman stood in front of her idol wearing only a set of matching purple bra and panties. Cristin slowly lowered to her knees and started crawling towards Cobie, who was sitting upright on the couch with her legs slightly spread. She started undoing her pants as her friend scooted closer with a look of lust in her brown Italian eyes. Once she was finally up to her, Cristin grabbed the waist of Cobie's pants and slowly slid them down her long legs. Their eyes never focused off of one another as the black pants reached her ankles before getting pulled away and tossed aside. Cobie sighed as she felt Cristin's breath on her thighs. She looked down and saw the woman's face drawing closer to the crotch of her black panties. With her friend's mouth only inches away from her damp pussy, she stretched her back and prepared for her first lesbian experience. Cristin pressed her lips to the moist spot on Cobie's panties and softly kissed it. Her eyes lit up as the taste of womanly lust was on her lips for the first time. While she had tasted her own pussy before, she had never tasted one from another girl. Once the taste was present, she wanted more. She bit down on the waistband of the underwear and slowly pulled it down, getting an up close smell of the loving musky sexuality protruding from Cobie's crotch. Cobie's underwear was quickly pulled off of her. She stared as Cristin looked up at her with the panties hanging from her teeth. They both laughed until Cristin tossed the underwear away and dove in tongue first between her waiting pussy lips. With her tongue shoved far into her pussy, Cristin pressed her nose against the throbbing clit in front of her and softly blew warm air against it. She also loved the tickle of her short pubic hair against her forehead. With the initial invasion out of the way, Cobie pressed her back against the couch and purred as the inner walls of her soaking wet pussy were massage by the careful tongue of Cristin Milioti. Having rarely received oral sex in her recent life, she was quickly brought back to her early twenties back when she craved the tongue almost as much as she craved the cock. It had been six long years since she felt this and, as a result, was already in love with this woman. "Oh my fucking god," she whispered as her hand reached down to run through Cristin's hair. "Right there!" Cobie has her back arched as much as possible. She used her free hand to rub her own body as she felt every nerve ending on her electrify with pleasure. She eventually brought her hand to her bra and roughly pulled it off, tearing it in two pieces. She threw it down right in front of Cristin. Now knowing that her friend's chest was free, Cristin looked up and moaned as she saw Cobie's beautiful perky b-cups out in the open. Luckily for her, the air conditioning in the dressing room was a bit on the chilly side and affected those cute little pink nipples appropriately. Two little hard nubs stuck out from the heaving chest of the woman whom Cristin had her tongue deep inside. Cristin slowly moved her head side to side, brushing her nose against Cobie's clitoris. The only thing Cristin wanted to do now was make her favorite actress climax against her face. Each and every one of those nights that Cristin spent in bed, furiously rubbing herself while watching Cobie on 'How I Met Your Mother' was paying off. Her dream had come true and it was better than she expected. Cobie leaned forward and grabbed both sides of Cristin's head, pulling it hard against her cunt as she experienced a massive orgasm. Both girls moaned loud and hard as she covered her friend's face in her sweet nectar. Cristin removed her tongue and wrapped the lips of her mouth over the lips of Cobie's pussy, sucking in every last droplet of cum the leaked from the taller woman. "Holy shit Cristin!" Cobie yelled as she began to come down from the high of her climax. "You have a beautiful mouth," she said as she looked at Cristin, who was sitting back on her knees while the florescent lighting bounced off of the glistening liquid that covered her from the bridge of her nose down the curve of her chin. "Let me taste." Cristin slowly crawled up her sweaty, worn out body until they were face to face. Cobie leaned forward and started kissing her cheeks, coating her lips in her own cum with each peck. After a few kisses, she started to lick the left over cum off of Cristin's face while the short girl giggled like a child. Once the cleaning was done, their tongues reunited in each other's mouth. They locked in a long, sensual kiss that lasted for several minutes. After a while, Cristin pulled away and crawled away while still on the couch. "My turn!" Cristin said as she was on her hands and knees next to Cobie, arching her back and lifting her ass up. Cobie got onto her knees behind Cristin and began pulling her wet panties away from her body. The veteran actress gasped as she saw a beautifully pink pussy in front of her. She reached her hand under and brushed across the trimmed pubic hair she had. Her finger pressed against Cristin's clit before she circled it around her lips. "Ready?" Cobie asked. "Fuck me," Cristin responded. Cobie used her index finger and slowly slid it between her hot wet lips. Cristin purred as she felt the slender finger slide against the inside of her pulsating pussy. She was in heaven as the pace of the fingering increased. Both girls were giving every bit of sexual energy to each other. After the orgasm Cobie had experienced, she was determined to give her friend an equal feeling. Without slowing her finger down, Cobie leaned forward and unhooked Cristin's bra and watched as it fell off and slid to the floor. She turned her wrist around as she rested the front of her body against Cristin's back. Softly, she kissed the pale moist skin while jamming a second finger into her slick cunt. "Mmm," Cristin moaned as she felt kiss after kiss to her upper back. Cristin rested her head on the armrest and reached for chest, roughly groping herself. The nipples on her perky breasts were rock hard, made harder as she pinched and tugged each of them. She felt Cobie's warm hand cover hers and assist in grabbing. Each girl grabbed hold of one breasts and softly rubbed a nipple between their fingers. "You like that?" Cobie asked. "Love it babe," Cristin responded. Cristin's hips began to buck back and forth, slamming against Cobie's soaking wet hand. She bucked harder once a third finger went inside her. She was surprised at how easily her friend fucked her with over half of her hand trying to fit. Cristin had a very tight pussy but was too sexually excited for it to matter. Cobie probably could have slid her whole head in there if she wanted, which Cristin probably would not object to. While Cristin was moaning and panting, Cobie tried to force her pinky inside to joining three of its friends. The younger woman's eyes went wide and her jaw dropped as her pussy allowed the fourth finger inside. She looked back at Cobie, still having an expression complete shock on her face. "Four?" she asked. "Four," Cobie responded. "Five?" Cristin asked with a look of both curiosity and nervousness on her beat-red face. Cobie softly kissed the back of her neck while preparing her thumb to enter. "Five," she said as her thumb slid in between her index and middle finger. Cristin bit down on the armrest and yelled. She had never had such a mixed feeling of pain and pleasure in her life. She was so focused that she did not even notice the mini orgasm she experienced. All she could think about was what it must have looked like for Cobie's hand trying to split her pussy in half. "More?" Cobie whispered in her ear. Cristin looked back at her and nodded her head slowly. Cobie leaned forward and pressed her lips against Cristin's. With no warning, she forced more of her hand up her extremely wet cunt. She wrapped her tongue around Cristin's and felt the vibrations of her moans and groans. Cristin would have screamed loud enough to draw attention to the room if it were not for Cobie's lip lock. Cobie continued to push her hand up until the last of her knuckles disappeared. She could eventually feel the bones of her wrist rubbing the slick, warm lips of Cristin's pussy. She had fit her entire hand up the poor girl's cunt. "Ahh, fuck!!" Cristin yelled as she broke the kiss. Slowly, Cobie moved her fist around inside Cristin's abused pussy. The younger girl pushed her upper body off the couch and arched her back as far as her spine would allow. Cobie bent down and sucked on her neck while slowly fisting her. Cristin's breathing was becoming shorter and shorter until she finally reached what she had been waiting for. Cobie could sense a loud orgasmic shriek coming so she threw her free hand over Cristin's mouth just in time for the massive orgasm to take over her body. The newcomer's body tightened up, every muscle in her body shaking as she had the most extreme orgasm of her twenty-seven year life. She heard a loud pop as Cobie roughly pulled her drenched fist out of her pussy. She fell flat on the couch and softly moaned as her orgasm continued. After several seconds of the greatest feeling of her life, Cristin's body finally began to calm down. While she regained her composure, Cobie was busy licking her hand clean, making sure to taste every bit of cum that was running down her forearm. Cristin slowly rolled onto her back and looked up at Cobie, watching as she licked her fist clean. Cristin rubbed her pussy to collect some cum for her own tasting. Both girls locked eyes while tasting their own sample of Cristin's love juices. "That was worth the wait," Cristin said. "It was worth everything," Cobie said as she leaned forward and gave her pussy a kiss. "We should probably get going before everyone leaves," Cristin said as she sat up, her legs still shaking a bit from her orgasm. "I don't know how much sitting I'll be able to do today though." Cobie laughed and gave her a hug. "You could always just lie down all night," she said as she stood up and started to dress. "I can do all the work." "What?" Cristin said as she started to dress as well. "You're coming home with me sweetheart," Cobie said as she buttoned her shirt up. "You owe me." "Owe you what?" "You came twice, I only came once...that doesn't seem to be too fair," Cobie said before slapping Cristin's bare ass. "Okay but we aren't stopping at 2-2," Cristin said as she pulled her boots back on. "You are not allowed to leave until its 5-5," Cobie smiled as she started towards the door. "You're on," Cristin said before returning an ass slap to Cobie and following her out of the dressing room.

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Title: Meeting with the Boss by Toonces Tags: Coming Out, Domination/Submission, Humiliation, Jackal, M/M, Office, Rough, Stretching, Tiger \_[Toonces, the Driving Cat, the Cat Who Could Drive a Car](http://www.furaffinity.net/user/Toonces) If you enjoy the story, please leave a comment!\_ --- "No..." the jackal said as he backed against the desk, his eyes immediately diverted to the floor, his mind racing with a million thoughts he tried desperately, and failed miserably, to put down. "Yes!" the tiger demanded instead, closing the gap between them quickly, his confidence in this issue clearly swelling just as fast as the jackal's was deflating. "In fact, I've never been so sure. Don't complain so much, most guys in your league would be stripping themselves to be with someone like me." His paws grabbed at the pressed shirt, picking at the tiny buttons with his large fingers. The stunned jackal simply looked down in a numb sense of disbelief. He was backed up against his boss's desk, with only solid wood behind him and a solid body in front. He felt he could have sooner passed through the desk like an apparition than actually force himself past the domineering tiger to the safety of the door only ten feet away. Each button came off like another thread snapping from his lifeline, the tiger taking an extreme pleasure in doing it so slowly, so deliberately, the satisfaction on his face palpable. The tiger impatiently slipped his paw into the half-open shirt, making the jackal moan as immediately as if there was a button there meant to do it. He finished the rest of the job one-handed while he squeezed and prodded, searching for the other buttons to make the jackal groan, yip, tremble, and anything else the tiger wanted him to do. "C'mon now, you think I don't see you staring me down? See, the other guys stare at me and their eyebrows do that thing where you can tell they're thinking about killing me. Yours don't do that. Also, you're staring at my crotch, it's a dead giveaway. Now, you see..." the tiger continued his monologue, the shirt peeled back now to allow both paws their fill of groping, "It's getting a little distracting. So either I'm going to get you to stop staring at me, or make it so that when you do I don't have to feel the least bit guilty pulling you by your tie into my office. Got it?" To all this the jackal could only manage a measly "no" that trailed off without ringing true of any kind of conviction. His paws trembled at his sides as he tried to bid them to grab his shirt, close it, and push the tiger away. They only shook, nothing more. Not a single part of him obeyed his instinct to get to the door, and even his eyes forced him to look up into the menacing grin driving down on him from what seemed like miles above. "I'm- I'm not gay, I don't want this!" The words didn't even sound sincere in his own mouth, no matter how clear his mind screamed them, he couldn't get his tongue to move with that level of conviction. Every syllable a stammer. His shirt hung off his shoulders, open and inviting, his tie only a scrap of cloth that draped over his slight chest. He hated his weak little body, the same body that lured the tiger in with its almost effete little curves, strong enough to pull him in and too weak to push him back. The tiger's paws wrapped around his arm; the jackal nearly collapsed with a groan of belabored lust, feeling the strong paw holding him. He winced at the cutting words of the tiger's wit like a dull saw - unrefined but hell it'll do the job. He held onto his belt, the front of his slacks bulging slightly. He didn't let go when the tiger's meaty fingers began working on the slacks' button, they didn't let go when the zipper came down like the sound of the last of his confidence ripping. He gritted his teeth. He'd hold onto his pants til the day he die, he thought, if only to keep the tiger from seeing his shame, only imagining the words he'd have when he saw. The jackal could already see the tiger's bulge, like a watermelon growing inside of a pillowcase. He was hot with embarrassment, he was boiling with indefatigable feelings of inadequacy that had momentarily replaced the unrelenting doubts that had plagued his mind before. With the slightest of a huff, the tiger yanked the slacks from the jackal's grip. His pants came down. His dick popped out. The tiger snickered. "You should be glad to be gay," the tiger said immediately as he took the pecker in his fingers, "Men don't need 'em as big to get them off. Well, other men than me, but you're not quite the type I'd let bend me over, if you don't mind my putting it nicely." The tiger spoke slowly, assuredly, with the gravity of certainty as if he were reeling off scientific formulas. He turned the jackal around and let out a whistle. "Ah see, now here we go. You got an ass for fucking. I can forgive anyone with a thing like that between their legs if they can show me an ass like this. You'll make a great bottom boy, now don't say I never complimented you." A grin didn't break onto the jackal's muzzle. "Awww, did I sting ya? Poor little fellow, all confused and all, but hey, I'm not being mean I'm just not shy about my opinions. Your dick sucks, your ass is great. That can work for you, you just need to be the one getting fucked, is all. No big deal." The tiger had his paws on the two cheeks, indulging himself in rough squeezes, kneading them, the jackal wincing a little from the firm grip. He tried to shut out the tiger's words, he could deny his dick was all that bad, but he couldn't deny it was stiff and leaking. The jackal found himself still for the first time, as if the motor inside him had finally broken. His words articulated themselves once more. "I'm not gay." The tiger laughed and gave the bare rump a slap. He said with the dismissive assurance he only remembered from his mother. "Yes you are." And that was the end of that. It was almost a breath later that he was face first on the cool wood of the desk, a dick slick with KY pressed against his hole. Suddenly he found the strength in him to whine. Wordless, hopeless moans that anyone with their ear pressed up to the door could hear clearly, a sound filled with every doubt and worry in the jackal's mind. The dick threatened his hole mockingly, pressed between his cheeks, spreading them with its fantastic girth, all the while the tiger drew his paws over the jackal's body in mock sensuality, if only to drive home the point that he'd pound the jackal's ass only when he was ready, and until then, he'd enjoy himself. Each touch lit up another insecurity in the jackal's subconscious. They caressed his shoulders and he felt small and weak. They squeezed his sides and he felt lazy and fat. They slapped his ass and he felt objectified and abused. They palmed his dick and he felt effete. Finally, they squeezed his shoulders, and he felt pretty goddamn gay as that dick split him open an ear-splitting yelp that might have shook the tiger's trophies from the shelves. "Well now I don't know if I need to be telling you to stop alerting the media, or if I need to," he punctuated this with a hard slap on the ass, "fuck you till you're too weak to scream like a bitch." The jackal tried to shut himself up, heeding a sudden compulsion to listen to the tiger's demands, but his lips couldn't stay sealed. "Goddamn," the tiger continued, "you'd think having your ass broken for the first time was the worst thing in the world listening to you. I can't imagine the sound you'll make when I'm filling your sore ass up with my cum." The jackal's almost singularly focused moaning made it seem like he didn't hear a word the tiger said, but he heard it all. And every word was like a slap on his balls, the grunts and blushes from the words indistinguishable from the grunts and blushes from the fucking. "C'mon now, say something, I know you play the good Silent Slut type, but I wanna hear you say something that isn't guttural." The jackal could only let his muzzle flap open and closed dumbly in an abortive attempt to say "Stop." The jackal didn't aspire to anything more than that one word, but every thrust cut him off before he could even make a sound. "Well alright, I might have gone a little easier if you wanted to ask, but I guess instead I'll just fuck you like I've always been too nice to fuck a guy. I'm gonna tear this lovely, lovely little ass open. I'm gonna brand this ass, and when I pull out you'll feel like you were missing something that was always there. Ten more minutes you won't even be able to imagine a world where I'm not fucking you and you're not whining like a bitch." And he did whine like a bitch. Whined and moaned and groaned and shrieked and cried and made everyone around, including himself, pretty well aware that he was a bitch. He couldn't stop. Each heavy thrust was a different vocalization, a new collection of thoughts, each long pump like pulling the lever of a slots machine in his head. Each smack against his ass rearranged his thoughts, and every time one more piece fell into place. Each time his hole was spread open, every thought found just a little bit more order. With every squeeze of his shoulders, with every nip of his neck, with every snide comment the picture of his mind became a little more clear. Now he moaned with a fervor as if to drown it out. He shouted and cursed in a vain attempt to shake it off, knowing full well the entire time it was hopeless. He could see it forming from far off, but he fought it long and hard, even when it became like a torrent of realization, an inexorable flow towards the obvious conclusion. Soon, the yelps were just a hobby. It was undeniable. "Th-" he stammered. "Tha-" he tried again. "Thank you," he finally managed, every muscle going limp, drained of energy from the effort. The tiger snickered. He held his dick deep inside the spread ass, feeling the hole tighten reflexively around it as it struggled to contain the meat. "Well if that's not an invitation to start getting rough, nothing is." He drew his hips back like raising a sword above a wounded opponent, and drove his cock in with an almost senseless force. The desk moved. The feet screeched against the floor. He lifted his ass high and drove forward again, the squeal of the jackal's throat almost matching the scratching of the moving desk. The opening shots fired, he fucked every word into that jackal. He took advantage of every inch he owned with long strides and fucked the jackal like a bitch. He lifted the jackal onto the desk, ass in the air and nose to the ground, and fucked him like a slut. He slapped his massive hangers against the jackal's more meager orbs and fucked him like a whore. The stretched asshole stood testament to the jackal's dominance every time the tiger pulled out for no reason more than the pleasure of shoving it back in. "Count down," the tiger said. "Uh ugh mmf," the jackal managed. A few moments later, he pushed a "Why?" from his trembling lips. "Just count down. Start at three." The tiger ordered, the desk still screeching across the floor, the lovely ass jiggling with each smack of the hips against it. "Th-" the jackal moaned. "Th" the jackal squealed. "Three!" the jackal spat out, and the thrusts got suddenly heavier, quicker, making the "eee" of his three become a shrill shriek. "T-" the jackal grunted. "T-" the jackal huffed. "Two!" the jackal crowed, and the tiger bent over him, the built chest grazing against his back, the hot breath on his neck, the low growl in his ears. "Wuh-" the jackal wailed. "Wuh-" the jackal screamed. "One!" the jackal finally shouted as clear as a church bell, his chest shaking with the energy of it, and the tiger buried his bone and groaned with the satisfaction of a massive load shot. The jackal could feel the dick tensing inside him, could imagine the warm load soaking his insides so well he thought he could feel himself filling up, could hear his own cries only like a distant shout of relief from someone who wasn't him he was so concentrated on the feeling in his ass his own head seemed miles away. A paw wrapped around his dick, almost like charity really, and stroked him patiently, gently even, as if the tiger was showing his appreciation or even respect. The massive dick inside him still grinded against his newfound spots, still squirmed in his ass, and at once the brick wall of reality hit him: He'd been pulled aside. He'd been undressed. He'd been demeaned. He'd been fucked. He'd been filled with another man's cum. He shot a load he could have collapsed into and drowned. His whole body racked with it, as if expelling whatever remnant of energy he had, his slight balls outperforming themselves with thick jets that hit with such force on the hardwood desk, they splashed. He nearly felt empty when he shot two more strings, a few drips, and then collapsed, the dick slipping out of his stretched asshole. A sticky paw fed him his own seed. He'd get used to the taste.

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Title: The Submission of Ruco by adric listwajinn Tags: Docking, Dragon, Feline, M/M, Machine, Macro, Master/Pet, Musk, Stretching For those that have followed Ruco's story, the following is a stand alone story devoted to a very dear frined of mine and our time together. In story, you could say the following takes place in an 'altenrate universe' from where Ruco's main story shal lbe taking place... When I finish writting it ;3 \====================================================== The day began like countless others in the woods outside an isolated mountain town in the north. A lone anthroid walked through the woods near the meager Cabin he lived in. His name was Ruco and, while he appeared slightly feline in appearance, his race was actually different then any in the realm he currently lived in. He kept to himself, his form usually just catching stares or unwanted questions from others, and often, he felt very alone. Today like many days, he found himself walking through a large grassy field on the edge of the woods. While he walked, something was watching him. From far up in the skies, a great winged shape circled silently, slowly dropping down toward its target. Ruco knew nothing of its presence as it fixed on him and began to dive. He didn't it even notice the rushing of the wind and flaps of wings till he saw a horrific, massive open maw behind him that in an instant snatched his body up into it's mouth. As the Immense silver Drake banked up toward the skies, the squirming body of Ruco in its maw suddenly cried out. For any other Furson it would have been a cry of terror, of mercy, of begging. For Ruco, it was a cry of passion. "Master! My beloved Master Eldragi you have returned to me!" He spoke out from within the hot and damp cavern of the Drake's mouth. The great serpent like tongue, as big as the fur it held, squirmed up along the Felinoid. Twining around his legs as the split tip approached his leggings. The tips working quickly to remove him of clothing as the great Drake spoke back to his Pet through his mind. "My beloved Pet My lovely Ruco, how I have ached for you. Matters of importance and council with others have kept me from your side for far too long. Now my beloved, now I may soar once more with you so close to me." The great Drake spoke softly to the Felinoids mind as Ruco squirmed in delight. His body shucked of clothing within moment as the snake like tongue continued to probe and taste the Pet it had long been without. The twin tips of Eldragi's tongue squirmed like small snakes, one quickly sliding toward Ruco's already upturned tail as the other slithered toward his sheath. The gasp of pleasure from the Felinoid echoing inside the hot cavern of Eldragis long mouth as both tips slid inside. His tail star opening easily to one tongue tip, as the other pushed into his most intimate and male of places, stretching open his sheath skin as it slid past his still soft shaft. A day of working in the fields out in the sun had left the Felinoid hot and sweaty. Now as the great Drake pleasured his Pet with his tongue, he trilled in delight, as he tasted the musk and sweat of his hard worked body. "My Pet, how lovely your flavor is, how delicious to savor your musk. Once more I am heartened that I did not consume you all those years ago when we had met." Shivering in delight as his interiors were probed, Ruco recalled that day well. The day a great Drake swooped down to dine on his cattle and farm beasts, the day he defended them and angered the Great Drake. And then the night when he pledged his body and will to the Drake if he would be spared. Long after that day, after he had ceased being a slave and had gave himself willing up, he treasured his service to such a powerful and ancient creature... His thoughts taken off track as the probing tongue tips slipped in deeper. Working more vigorous to penetrate his ass, and penetrate his sheath. The probing of his maleness his Masters constant way of letting him know his place, that while male, he would forever by Eldragi's female. All the while the massive powerful wings of the Drake beat incredibly as he propelled his form through the skies. The pleasure from his pet as he was doubly penetrated radiating out though his mind and self. The Drake surging forward, past the small forests bellow, over small valleys, then hills, then toward a growing range of mountains at the edge of land. Slowing at last to descend toward an outcropping of rocks. A great flat space worn smooth by ages of he and his brethren sunning themselves. Now the curved spot, worn in the shape of Drakes past, had been used for a new, more energetic purpose in recent times, a purpose his Pet would soon once more experience. His Pet, wrapped up in pleasure and little knowing of his moments, continued to mew and squirm in tender and sometimes tough pleasures. His hole receiving the rapid pistonning of the tongue tip within, slightly inflated by magic to a size and shape of Ruco's desires, while the other coiling around his shaft as it stretched once again the interior of his Sheath. \*MINE!\* The mental blast of Eldragi came to Ruco's mind as he writhed in the throes of passion. His great master took his time with his play thing, his pet, even as he once more asserted his complete dominance over the Felinoid. From the outside a casual observe would see nothing but a mighty Drake apparently 'chewing' on something. Yet Eldragis mind was deeply focused as his split tongue continued to probe into his pet. His mind flowed effortlessly over his pets; sensing where the pleasure was greatest, bring him to the brink of climax and knowing the perfect moment to pull back. For over an hour he toyed with his beloved Ruco in such a way before at last pausing his efforts. Panting and achingly close to orgasm, Ruco knew he would not reach his climax so easily, not yet, not till his master had truly enjoyed him. "My Pet, Your pleasure is great, but the ache in my loins cannot be postponed any longer." Eldragi bespoke to Ruco. Gasping within the tight embrace of his Masters tongue, he breathlessly acknowledged what was needed of him. "M-Master, my-my body is yours, as always, for you to use at your pleasure, you know I have given myself to-to you before and shall never re-refuse your hunger" He spoke as he felt the great tongue heave behind him. A sudden blindness as he was pushed from his masters mouth, onto the smooth rock bellow as his Master spoke directly in his great voice. "Of course my beloved Pet, but, you know it always pleases me to ask, though I always know of your answer." Gasping for breath as he felt a sudden emptiness in his sheath and his hole, Ruco smiled deeply. "Of course my Master" he said as he prepared himself for what was next. From deep between Eldragis legs, his great-scaled vent warmed. The tough slit that guarded his Drakehood began to stir as the Drake placed one of his immense claws to his Pets back... The Drake had never met Rucos kind before, only discovering that his body was far different than any others in the realm, almost as if constructed long ago for some purpose. It held great energy, was immune to attacks by many, and was nearly indestructible... This last aspect Eldragi learned to exploit much to his pleasure. Ruco's body glowed warm with energy as he nuzzled against the musky vent. The ebony shaft slipped forth many inches at a time. As it swelled from its internal hiding place, it extended like some great lance. Feeling the immense shaft of flesh push out, Ruco turned to face it, embracing it, running his now glowing paws across it's rippled surface. Feeling the pulse of veins as thick as his own member he inhaled deeply of the pungent musky aroma as Eldragi ever so delicately clasped the Felinoid with his forepaws. Ruco savored that musk. The scent of his master that for far too long he had been without.. He vowed never to let go of such ripeness as he made love to the ever-increasing shaft. Its size fueled by the Elder Drakes lust as well as some small words of magic quickly inflated to it was nearly half the size of the felinoid himself. It was this great shaft Ruco knew he would accept into his body. A task that would kill any normal fur his size. "Master, please I am in rut, Rut with me" he said as he turned, displaying his firm ass to the immense phallus. Knowing he and he along could take such size without injury or death. The great Elder Drake knew this all too way as he though of lesser furs he had split apart to sate his savage loins... Now he had a Slave, no, a lover, who could calm his lusts, and sooth his burning temper. "I am in Rut my Pet, accept my Phallus that I shall Rut in you" he rumbled, finishing the spoken bound between them, completely an ancient ceremony that was intended for only Beasts of Eldragis great size. As the Great Drake brought his Phallus to Rucos hole, the Felinoid shimmered with energy. His core flared with light as he prepared himself for what was coming. His outer flesh softened, his few internal organs seemed to slip out of the way as the largely Synthetic aspect of his body begin to remake itself. Half a second later, the Great Drake roared as the tip of his shaft, 13" in total, rammed up into the Felinoids ass. No matter how many times his Master took him, that first, brutal entry always hurt. Ruco's one natural eye rolled back as his muzzle hung open, first silence... then a horrible shrieking erupted from his mouth. Eldragi winced at the scream, it would erupt every time they mated; yet he steadied himself, knowing it would pass, his pet would endure, and their passions would enflame. Sure enough, with the passing of a few moments Ruco's internal body passed over the initial shock. He shivers as energy flowed out along his form, remaking his insides as with another great Lunge of the Drakes hips, he felt the thirteen inches of intrusion double to twenty-six. Eldragi panted as his great draconic head and now some of his shaft now rested in his pet; the great length pulsating with heavy veins as he pushed in once more. Speaking to his pet with only his mind now as his huge fore claws kept him pinned to the ground below. "My Pet, My love, once more you quench my hunger... Open yourself to me, Bath my passion in your own heat, let us join together and mingle our magic's" He said in a deep, calming voice.. The Drakes own great Magic flowing out to mingle with the Artificial Energy powering his pet. Another great lunge of the Drakes hips Impaled Ruco on yet another foot of hot flesh.. The cock nearly all the way inside pushed and stretched his body as his flesh expanded around it.. His head rolled to his side as he felt his large foot paws slowly leave the ground for a moment before Eldragis huge claws pushed him back down. The great Drakes cock spasamed in lust, sending a great volume of oily preecum pouring into Ruco's body. Only the tiniest hint of what was to come as it spewed through his increasingly stretched form. Another brutal Lunge from his master rooted the great Drakeflesh into him. There was a single horrid "Crunch" as his Metallic bones we're slightly bent around the massive intrusion. In moments he went from being a normal shaped fur to being little more then a thinly stretched sleeve around the five feet of Drakecock. He savored every moment of it... With his pet fully accommodating his length, Eldragi began to more deeply thrust his hips. The immense talons clasped his beloved against the earth as he moved his great loins. Pulling the living sleeve slowly off his phallus, then skewering him once more back onto it.. Using his pet slowly at first, drinking in the tightness of his body, knowing his form would always bend and never break. The rope-sized veins that covered his Drakeflesh pulsed with blood as he leaned over his diminutive lover. His teeth clenched tight as he hissed, words no longer needed to be spoke between the two as Ruco's mind drifted away in a fog of lust and sensations. His body sheathed the Drakes cock perfectly, even as it looked a hideous and obscene sight. His energy conduits keeping his flesh from tearing apart as the Drake moved ever faster in and out of his body. The torrent of oily drake pree poured out of his muzzle now, indeed the tip of the Drakes cock would seem to push out at the apex of each thrust. Together the two joined as no others could conceive. No other creature could withstand the Drakes cock and survive, no other Master had lay claim to Rucos soul so deeply... Their minds seemed to swirl together, meeting in and dancing in the curious magical embrace the Drake knew so well. The Rut continued on and on, the Drakes burning lusts seemingly endless as the oily pool of precum expanded ever outward. Yet all things could not last forever, and as time passed the Ancient Drake felt a tingling deep inside him... His immense internal balls began to churn ever quicker, the great reservoir of semen made ready to unleash its potency. "My Pet, my seed is ready for you to receive, you have please me greatly, as you always do, make ready to receive my gift." He spoke the words softly, lovingly directly into Rucos mind as his talons dug into rock and earth. The immense column of cockflesh trembled as a ripple surged through the flesh.. Ruco's stretched body spammed around it, another horrible "Crunch" of his metallic bones was heard as the Drakes orgasm was upon him. Eldragi lifted his head toward the sky and bellowed, as he had not done in far too long. His Roar shook the heavens as he felt his body seized in orgasm.. his internal balls heaved as the floodgates inside were opened and his seed was unleashed upon his pet. The drakes cum, tinged with his very essence poured forth, flushing out his pet in seconds before pouring out his muzzle. A fountain of the Silver colored, shimmering seemed erupted from Ruco's mouth as the felinoid basked in it passing through his body. Yet, all did not pas through... His strange-machined form absorbed the protein and Magical essence into his body. His Arcane PowerCore, a device whose workings he could only guess at, hungrily drew in the passing Essence and power that was infused in the Drakes semen. For this was the master's ultimate gift, renewing his Pets energy a dozen times over as the construct basked in the power. The orgasm continued for what seemed like an eternity before at last the flow began to abate. The Master panted as the pet rested in a lake of DrakeCum. As they rested, the titanic cock at last began to withdrawal from the leaving sheath it had so brutally fucked. As Rucos body slowly reformed to its normal shape, he breathed deeply, the spiced heated cum of his master all around him. The great Drake smiled upon his pet, leaning down he lapped at him with his immense tongue, cleaning him of his semen as he slowly shifted himself. Only the tip of his great Phallus remained inside his pet as he moved him away from the lake of his cum to properly lick and clean his small beloved pet. "Ruco, my beloved, once more you sate my hunger and my lusts, you above my gold, my wealth and my power, are my most prized possession and I am lucky to own such a wonderful Pet." Eldragi spoke as Ruco listened, smiling. Even at the most tender of times, his Master reminded them of the simple fact he was owned and possessed, yet, it was something he has so deeply given himself to he no longer cared. "Master, you have given me so much, and I feel I can never fully repay you for your kindness, Were my flesh not so tired I feel as if I could run for a week" he purrred deeply, his body visibly glowing from the newly absorbed energy as he felt the last little bit of his masters cock still inside him.. The shaft itself slowly retreating into the tight scaled vent. The construct smiled, he had waited so long for this moment, and finally spoke his mind. "Still, I know you will sleep soon, and...I ask a favor of you" he rumbled, speaking his words now as the great Drake looked down at him, licking his glowing body. "Oh? My pet has a request? Perhaps something more from me?" he said, teasing Ruco as he licked his face. The feline giggling, Trying to remain composed as he spoke. "Soon your maleness will withdrawal inside you, and, I know you shall slumber once again... I, I ask that you let me slumber with you, inside you as well. " he said softly, his ear-tips slightly red as spoke of what had been his deepest fantasy. The Drake simply smiled as he tensed his pelvic muscles. "Always you are a part of me when we mate, I see no reason not to let you become even closer to me." he said, as with a flick of his tongue he positioned Ruco's large foot-paws to slowly slip into his vent.. He smiled broadly at the proceeding moans as he great cock continued to retract, slowly pulling his pet inside. "Ohh... oh Master, th-thank you, so much" the felinoid moaned as he slipped inside, so much easier then he thought as his legs, and soon his hips sank inside. The fleshy vent that housed his masters cock expanding easily to accept its guest as soon, only Ruco's head remained outside, covered in oily cum, sweat and the Drakes own Musk. Slowly, the immense beast moved on his side, indeed tired and knowing he would need to sleep. He leaned his head down, lapping his vent and the head of his pet as it remained outside. "Stay way my Pet, tonight we shall sleep together. Indeed, I think I shall enjoy keeping you like this." he said as he slowly drifted off, leaving his pet dosing in the oily heat of his sex vent, his own mind slowly drifting into the resting state that passed as sleep. Together they spent the evening so joined as they slumbered.

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Title: Azura the Fox by Lilith Fray Tags: Transgender Azura the Fox Azura the fox barely smiles and almost always appears sad. She isolates herself from other. She is rarely happy. Though it may not seem like it, a playful young fox hides with in her. A fox that wants to hugged and cuddled with out having to ask. She wasn't always this lonely. She was bullied until the end of grade seven, starting grade eight in a new school. She started making ...friends. People knew her as a happy boy that smiled a lot. She went to this school until halway through grade 11 when she moved to a city and had to switch to a new school. She made new friends. These friends were better than the old ones. They accepted her and treated her better than her old friends did. They said she was beautiful ad helped her become who she was. Helped her to realise that she wasn't a boy. She realised she was a girl. Azura the fox moved back out of the city during summer break and went back to her old school for grade twelve, excited to be seeing her old friends. But things changed for her at school. People called her a boy even though she stated that male pronouns made her uncomfortable. People she thought were her friends laughed when they saw her in girls clothing. They thought she was trying to be funny, but in truth, she was trying to be herself. They didn't care. Now they wonder why she isolates herself, why she seems sad all the time. They wonder why the fox wants nothing to do with them. They wonder why she seems so lonely.

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Title: 24 Hours (5:30am-8:30am) Tags: internet romance, redhead sucks cock, bondage, sex involving ice, oral sex, eating pussy, sucking cock, tit fucking *Author's note: Many people meet someone online that touches their lives, whether it be romantic or just as close friendship, you know who they are.* I watch the sun glisten through the window, small particles of dust sparkle as they float through the air. I hear a rustle next to me and my breathing stops and I think to myself...who is with me? I feel soft kisses on my neck, my eyes widen even more, a strong hand rest on my hip while another plays with my hair. I feel as if I know this touch, these caresses, I take a deep breath and another kiss covers my neck. I think to myself that I am in a most wonderful dream. I close my eyes trying to recapture it, to keep him here with me. I want this to be real, but I know it cannot, so to dream; is to live. My dream continues as his lips travel lower to my shoulders, his hand moves up to my breast. I feel the smile on my face as my dream begins to settle around me, letting me know his touch. His fingers pinch my nipple and I gasp in shock, my eyes fly open as the color drains from my face. I am awake, I know I am. I see and feel a hand on my breast, not a figment of my imagination, but a hand. I know those fingers, that hand, that arm wrapped around me. I've never touched him, never felt him, never saw him but from a picture, but his hand, his body is so familiar to me as if it were my own. Suddenly it all comes rushing back to me, the wish he shared with me. The wish he longed for, the only thing he asked for was one day, 24 hours with me. A day to spend with each other, that would not hurt or affect anyone else. When that time was over and we parted, each one of us, would hold a most precious gift to our hearts. I am in shock as I come to understand that it has happened, we have been given our 24 hours, our time to love, learn, laugh, and experience. I turn over and face him, my eyes cloud over with tears and he smiles at me. I see the dried path of the tears he had shed when he woke up and realized where he was. My cry of love is pulled from my body. I wrap my arms tight around him, my tears cover his shoulder as he comforts me and strokes my hair. I hear his words of love, his murmurs of gentle reminders of not using our time to weep but, to love and enjoy. I shake my head yes and dry my eyes, looking up into my lovers face, I bring my lips to his. Our kiss begins like the first kiss of a teenager, new, seeking, learning until it becomes the kiss of two love starved adults. Two people destined to be forever apart but, allowed this one day, the next 24 hours to love as neither had loved before. I move my hands over his body memorizing it. My tongue works with his, each of us learning how the other taste, each of us finding out where each place inside our mouths need the most attention. Our heads angle to the left, then the right, moving constantly not getting enough of the other, seeking each way to deepen our kiss until we release each other to gather in great gulps of air. His mouth moves and kisses are rained across my forehead, down over each eyebrow, my eyes close as his mouth kisses each one. I feel his mouth kiss my cheeks, my jaw and over to my chin. He bites gently and moves back up the other side of my face tasting me along the way. My own hands touch his hair, feels its softness between my fingers. I picture his face in my head and I memorize it with my hands and fingers, the cut of his hair, the texture of it, the shape of his skull. I learn every part of his shape so I can keep it with me forever. My fingers trace his ears, neck and collarbone. He looks up into my eyes and slowly kisses me again, his tongue now traces and memorizes the shape of my lips, the curve of them, even the small cleft of my upper lip. I hear myself moan against his onslaught of tenderness, as he moves his lips to my neck, I open my eyes and thank the heavens for our gift. His mouth goes to the center of my neck feeling my pulse. He smiles against me as he sucks and nips at my white skin. His lips move across my neck, up to my right ear, to tug and pull at the lobe, then trace the curve of it. My hand moves over his back and I feel his skin underneath my touch. Each hand learns his shape, being sure to take note of how each muscle moves and feels as his body presses against mine. I watch his shoulders move as his mouth works on my ear and neck. His arm flexes while I watch the chords of muscle working to control his passion. His mouth kisses me quickly as it moves to my left lobe causing shivers down my spine. His hot breath caresses over my ear and he once again kisses and tugs more sensitive flesh. I had not realized that there was so much on a person's face to memorize, but memorize, he does. I know he'll leave here in the end and when he does he'll know every part of my face, as I will his. He looks up at me and I see a hunger I have never seen in a man's eyes before, a hunger for me. I see a need to possess. I whisper "I love you" to him and his smile lights up brighter then the sun. As he slowly moves down my body, his tongue traces a path cooling my hot flushed skin. I feel my hands rest on his arms as he lifts away from me for a moment. "Leave your arms here," he tells me in a voice I had only heard once on the phone. My heart sings to hear his sound escaping his lips. He places my hands above my head my fingers intertwine together. "Watch me, " he demands. So I do. I wait for my dream lover to become my real lover as he moves to sit on the edge of the bed and gaze down upon my body. I feel his eyes take in the different shades of red in my hair, the way the light hits it and the way it curls naturally over my shoulders. He reaches out and touches a group of curls that have fallen across my forehead, kissing my hair and breathing in my scent. "Intoxicating" is all I hear as I feel my eyes close again as he whispers, "Sweetheart, watch me." My passion filled eyes open to watch him. I watch my lover take my right arm from my head to place it between his hands. He begins to slide his hand up and down its length. His fingers learning the shape of my upper arm, he moves down to my elbow feeling the crevice, pressing his lips against the inside. I watch his lips kiss my lower arm turning it over and learning the taste of it, his breath stirs the light hairs and I shiver. His hand brings mine to his lips and he turns my palm over, his tongue licks the lines found there as if he were reading my palm, telling our future. His teeth nips at my skin as he curls my fingers around his and places a kiss on each knuckle, then slowly draws each digit into his mouth. I am mesmerized by this way of love-making. I realize that he is not focused on one part of my body, but he is focused on the whole being. Every part of me will be touched, learned, memorized so that each of us knows that though we'll be apart we'll always be together...here in this moment. My eyes widen to the new shocks running through my veins as each finger is drawn into his mouth, his tongue stroking each one as if it were the first. I feel the smoothness and roughness of his tongue as it circles my fingers, one by one each is treated to its own sexual delight. I moan as he puts my hand back to the top of my hair and once again I intertwine them. His lips touch mine as he holds both of my hands together and our kiss deepens. "Close your eyes," he tells me. "I want you to feel, feel me love you. Just feel." I close my eyes, waiting to feel my lover learn my body. His mouth hovers over my chest, I feel the warm air of his breath caressing my skin, not knowing where it will land. My body jerks up as his mouth makes contact with me. His tongue runs from the side of my waist up to the middle of my right side. I feel the moist kisses he leaves behind as one hand presses against me, lifting me slightly, while the other slips under my shoulder. His tongue traces the ribs of my body and moves slowly to the outer curve of my breast. He sucks tenderly and slowly till I moan in pleasure and twist my body trying to get him to kiss the hard nipple. He moves his right hand up my stomach and splays his fingers across it, petting it back and forth, and moving it slowly up to cup my left breast. I feel the bed sag and I open my eyes to see him prop himself on his elbow. He places his hand on his head and looks relaxed and quite pleased with himself as he watches his finger trace my nipple. He senses my gaze and looks up at me, winking he says "You peeked." I hear myself chuckle, smiling, turning my eyes to watch my own nipple harden under both our gazes. His finger draws lazy circles around the hard bud, letting each small bump that surrounds it rise up and be noticed. He traces the shape of my nipple, following the outer edge where its color separates itself from the rest of my breast. He cups my breast in his hand, slowly sliding it back and forth, feeling its weight and grins as he loves its size. I watch as my breast overflow his hands, sighing with pleasure as his tongue reaches out to flick its hard center. He looks up to me, sees my desire, and quickly returns to suck on the button he's brought to excitement. I hear his whispers of love as he murmurs words of passion over my breast, leaving the nipple only for brief moments to be exposed to the cool air in the room. I watch as he moves his body to lay partially on me. His arm rest on my stomach, his head holds just above my breast as if it is looking for just the right spot to kiss next. I long to just press his mouth against my skin and have him take me quick and fast but I know that we wish to relish this moment. His other arm is nestled against my side, his elbow pressed against me, so he is able to prop himself up and use both hands to hold this one globe of porcelain. I hear my throaty moans as he kneads and massages it. I hear an inaudible sound escape from my lips as his hands continue to rub and press my breast, covering the fine smooth skin until it feels as if it will burst into flames. His mouth goes back to the nipple, his tongue covering it, licking it, circling it until it pushes it into his mouth. As the force of his desire builds up, my own scratches at my skin trying to claw its way free. I whisper his name, it falls from my lips like the leaves fall on an autumn breeze. Deeper I feel my breast go into his mouth as he moves his one hand to cover and tease the other nipple. My body arches up poised for his ministrations. I feel each suckle and tug from his mouth. My nipples ache from the onslaught of bites he has rained upon them, but I urge him on as I grasp his head and grind him against my breast. He moves quickly to cover the other nipple with his mouth and new sensations rock my body. Each pull and nip brings fire and heat to the surface of my skin. I feel so hot, so alive as if a volcano is springing forth from all the pores of my body as I feel my first orgasm rock through me. Wave after wave of lava course through me to collect against my pussy walls, waiting for something or someone to touch it, to bring it completely over the barrier of my lips. He looks up into my flushed face and smiles at me, looking down at him I feel my face blush and lie one hand over my eyes. He comes up to me, moving my self made curtain, kissing my eyes closed, my nose then onto my lips. We share another long deep kiss and our tongues battle once more. I press kisses against his lips before he moves away from my body to stand at the side of the bed. I look down the length of my naked flesh and see my chest rise, my breath still ragged and hard. I glance at my pussy and notice a glistening sparkle, as the sun cast light upon my wet hairs. I see my legs spread apart for him, as if inviting him to share in the gift they usually protect and keep hidden. I look to the body standing before me, my eyes take in his erection and it jerks under my stare. I feel a smirk raise up on my lips and I know a sparkle has begun to show in my eyes as my mischievous nature springs forth. He moves to place one knee on the bed as if he were going to crawl towards me, I beckon him with a smile, running my leg up his calf muscle. My leg and foot move up his thigh to curl around him, as my hands move to each arm. I raise myself up almost as if I were sitting up in front of him, using the weight of my body to turn him onto his back. I see the surprise of this new twist of fate and smile wickedly. I know had he been aware of my trick I would not have succeeded and he would now be between my legs. I straddle his hips and let his hard cock rest against the wet lips of my pussy. I sit there and let his body become accustomed to the feel of me. His cock strains to be allowed inside, but I make it wait, not knowing how long that will be, but knowing that it will be for quite awhile. It is now my turn to learn his form. I push myself up, my wet pussy resting just above the head of his cock, bending down, my breast touch his chest. My mouth begins a quest to learn him, to search every part of his face and neck until all pieces of his features are burned into my mind, storing his taste on the buds of my tongue. My breast push against his chest as I bend my arms and place one on each side of his face. Our heads are just inches away from each others as I gaze deep into his eyes, seeing my own reflection of love, I kiss them closed. With my lips closed I learn the shape of his brows, his forehead, his cheeks, running my lips smoothly along them, petting his face. My mouth opens to nibble at his jaw, then his ear, where I too tug and pull the lobe as he did mine. I feel his hands clench my waist and he moves my pussy over his cock, not letting it enter him, but letting it become lathered in the cum that is resting, waiting to be used. I moan as I feel his cock quiver against me, sitting up, taking his hands from my hips, I place one on my breast and the other I hold in my hands. His hand cups my breast and teases my nipple as I massage circles into his upper arm, kneading the muscle, relaxing it, learning it. I let both my hands move down to his elbow, where I trace it with my nails as he had done with mine, learning the feel of it and the texture of the hairs on his arm. I turn his arm over and trace the veins with my fingers, following them to his wrist, my fingernails trace the path of veins slowly, methodically, bringing his wrist up to flick with my tongue. I taste his skin, feel his pulse then lick his palm. I hear his breathing increase as I suck each finger deep into my mouth, as if each one were a cock, needing drained of fluid. My own pussy wiggles against the hard rod, that aches for me to ride it. I lower my lovers hand to his thigh and I scoot my body further down his. My pussy once again teases the shaft of his cock, the lips separate just enough to let themselves fold over his firmness. As I lower myself to learn his nipples I let my own breath cover his skin. His hand comes up to hold my hair away from my face so he can watch me slowly lick his body. I trace his nipple with my tongue, letting it raise up from the center and form a hard, firm, button. My teeth latch on to it, pulling gently so that my tongue can run across the clenched tip. Moving back and forth across the nipple my tongue teases it, before my teeth release and my mouth sucks gently. My other hand reaches down and rubs the head of his cock, feeling it pulsate in my grip. I rub the wetness that has been slowly covering it, due to my constant moving against the shaft, grasping his cock my hand gives a few long strokes. I bring my wet hand back up to his mouth, letting him suck the juice of my cunt from my fingers. My eyes watch his tongue circle my fingers drawing them deep into his mouth. My pussy becomes more soaked with juice, as I gyrate against his cock. Abandoning his mouth I let myself torment his other nipple, drawing it in to my fiery haven, sucking it hard, wanting to bring his body to a shivering rage as he had done mine. Pulling and tugging, I hear him call my name. His hands grab my arms and he lifts me from his body, I squeal in surprise as once again he has me on my back. "You like to tease me." I hear him whisper in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I look up to him and smile, shrugging my shoulders I hear my saucy reply "Maybe." His grin reminds me of a wolf, just before he devours the poor animals of the forest and I know that my lover is going to devour me. He reaches down to the edge of the bed and pulls a red scarf from the floor. I do not recognize it nor do I care, I feel my breathing increase as he slowly brings both my hands to the top of my head. He loops the scarf gently around my wrist, tying each hand together, then looping the ends around one of the center posts, in the headboard, he secures my hands. My eyes widen not from fear, but from desire. He knows that I have always wanted this, always wanted to be pleasured in this way. I feel my pussy clench and unclench its muscles, trying to bring forth more fluid. He places pillows under my back and my head easing my position so I can watch his body snake further down mine. He pauses at my breast to give them both kisses and strokes before removing himself from the bed completely. I follow his body as he walks out of the room. I wait listening to the world around me. I hear the squirrels run across my roof and I hear the birds outside, the melodic sound of their chirping making me pause and listen intently. The noises are interrupted by the sound of the freezer door opening and closing. I hear the sounds of ice cubes hitting a glass, I shiver in excitement and wonder what game my lover will play next with me. I feel his presence move through my home as he makes his way back to our bed. I watch him coming towards me, in his hand, a glass containing 2 ice cubes. A grin spreads across my face and I swallow my breath. "May I ask what your planning on doing?" I hear the soft chuckle in my voice as I continue "Surely your not planning on using those on me are you?" His laugh fills the air as he shows no desire to answer me. He lowers himself to the floor and places the glass next to him. I feel his hands pick up my foot kissing the heel before he tantalizes each toe. I try to focus on the sound of the glass, but am lost in the feeling of his fingers touching my foot, massaging it, making it feel as if it had never walked a day it its life. I melt into his hands as he kisses each toe, moving to my other foot and repeating each step, relaxing it to the point that it feels brand new. My thoughts are distracted and I dismiss the tinkling sound I hear in the distance. I squeal as the first cube hits my hot skin, retching myself up, forgetting about the bonds that hold me to the bed. I pull and twist, trying to move away from this cold demon. He runs the cube up and down my inner thigh letting it melt against my flushed skin. Slowly I become accustomed to it. Nearly gone now, he begins to run it across my other thigh and I am not as startled by its temperature. Glaring at him I raise one brow, daring him to try something like that again. He grins at me and shrugs his shoulders, as he places the glass on the table, I stare at the cube and hate it, wishing it would melt on the spot. He moves his hands to my knees and opens my legs for him. I move my eyes back and watch his tongue lick the water left behind, sliding across my flesh. He drinks the clear moisture from my skin, I moan as I realize my own thirst needs quenched. I lick my lips moistening them. He looks up and watches me, slowly he rises from his place between my legs. His fingers dip into the glass taking the cube. I feel the cool ice being rubbed across my lips, my tongue draws the tip of it in. His eyes darken as I suck moisture into my mouth and slowly quench my thirst. He moves the cube in and out of my mouth as if it were his tongue moving with mine, thirsting for mine, relieving the thirst, as only he can. Closing my eyes I swallow the cool liquid and feel the cube leave my mouth. He trails it over my collarbone and between my breast, streams of cold water slide down across my skin. I shiver as it continues to be placed all over my chest, it runs across my nipples, first the left then the right. Slowly he brings it down to my belly and covers it with melted water. I watch the cube being placed in his mouth and a wicked smile crosses his features. "You wouldn't?" I hear the question in my voice, knowing the answer. He places his mouth against my pussy and breaths a mixture of cold and warm air against my flesh. I gasp, thrusting my hips towards him, moaning his name. The feel of cold and heat hitting my skin stirs my pubic hairs causing cold shivers to cover my body, goose-bumps appear on my skin. His chuckle fills the room as the cold cube beings to slowly run against my wet lips. My legs try to clasp close but, my lover presses them further open as his mouth takes back the cube. A cold tongue strokes my swollen clit. The coolness comforts the puckered spot, a feeling so erotic and hot that more moisture seeps from my body. His tongue moves over and around my cunt, diving between the lips and flicking over the clit. I feel him draw my clit into his mouth and suck hard on it. "Don't stop!" I shout out to him. His head moves back and forth as he blows, sucks and strokes my pussy. One hand is placed under my ass lifting me to his mouth, the other used to spread my lips open, giving his tongue the hole it wishes to pursue. My hands move to grab my breast, but are held tight against the bed. I kick my leg in frustration, thrusting my hips again into his face, driving his tongue, mouth and nose against me. "Fuck me!" I scream again. His tongue moves faster, his fingers dig into the cheek of my ass as I wrap my legs around him, holding his head to my wet cunt. His finger drives deep into my pussy along with his tongue, together they move in a motion known by all of human nature. He thrust his tongue and finger deeper, harder. I feel my stomach contract, my pussy opening, blossoming up for him. His tongue moves to my clit, two fingers screw into me, sliding and pumping into my hot hole. I look down and feel myself come as I gaze at my lovers head buried between my legs. My orgasm erupts from my body as cum flows fast and thick through the dark tunnel until it reaches his mouth. He sucks the juice from my cunt, being sure to get every drop that escapes me. I arch up and back down continually, until I feel the last quivers leave my body. "Release me please." I hear myself ask in a hushed voice. "Yes, my love." He comes up beside me, releasing my hands, letting the scarf flutter to the floor. He kisses both my wrist, bringing his lips down to my mouth, our kiss is slow and gentle. I taste my own cum on his tongue and smell the musky scent of my sex on his face. I moan into his mouth as his tongue touches mine, softly guiding it across his. "Thank you." I tell him. "Your welcome." I move over on my bed giving him room to lie beside me. I rest my head on his chest and he strokes my hair. "I love you." I hear him say. I feel a tear coarse down my cheek, wiping it away before it hits his skin and he is made aware of it. "I love you," I whisper back to him. My eyes gaze down the length of his body, to the hard swollen cock before me. I watch it flick towards me, trying to speak its own language, urging me towards it. I lift my head and smile up at my best friend. He smiles back and places an arm behind his head, letting the other toy with my curly red hair. I savor the feel of his hands in my hair, closing my eyes, enjoying the touch of love that radiates from our bodies. I smile back at him, pulling my hair from his hands, my body slides down his. My gaze travels up his legs and I watch him move them, opening them so I can rest my leg comfortably between his thighs. My pussy touches his thigh and I press it against his leg, letting myself move up and down on the firm muscle, enjoying the feel of our bodies caressing each other. I scoot my pussy down his leg, bending so that my hair touches his thighs. I take one hand to move my hair to the side, so he can watch me love his cock. I let my tongue touch his balls, reaching out with the tip, tracing the shape of it. My tongue gives each side of his scrotum a lick, long and firm, making the sack move about on his body as each sphere inside is messaged. My breath blows a breeze against his pubic hairs and I watch small goose-bumps rise up on his skin. I let my nose nuzzle his body, breathing in his scent, letting it fill my senses, an intoxicating cologne all of its own. My tongue moves over the large vein of his cock. I follow it up to the head and then let my tongue take the same trail back down. I do this over and over watching his cock jerk. I allow myself to lick the edge of the head each time, then quickly move away from it. "Remember what happens when you tease." he says in a soft warning. I smile, shrug my shoulders and continue to lavish his cock with my tongue. My hand moves to hold his balls, massaging them, letting my fingers and palm bounce and cradle them gently. I hear his moan hit my ears, my other hand slides under his hard cock to raise it up for my inspection. My tongue reaches out, licking the hole on the tip of his head. Tasting the moisture that has seeped out I cover his swollen head with long strokes. I moan against his cock, placing the head into my mouth. My tongue draws over and around the head, my lips rollover the edge, my mouth and tongue work together to suck on the hard member. I move my tongue from his mouth, licking the full length of his shaft, letting my head angle, my hand moves so I can lick the sides and even the back of his hard cock. I scoot my leg off his thigh, leaning down, my tits rest just over his cock. I sit up slightly, as my hands cradle my breast, he brings his hand down to his shaft placing it between them. I hold my breast around his cock, moist from my mouth, it slides smoothly between the freckled globes. I urge his cock faster, the head disappears and reappears, the shaft hidden in my warm valley, my tongue sneaks little licks down, tasting the moisture that starts to seep faster from his body. "Soon babe!" he growls out. I release his cock from my breasts and cover it completely in the hot cavern of my mouth. I take the full length of his cock into my mouth and suck hard on him. Sucking and stroking with my tongue, coaxing his seed from his body, wanting it to flow through his cock, into my mouth. I dig into his hips, thrusting my face deeper into his crotch, wanting to suck all of him, needing to taste all he has to offer. My tongue presses against the head of his cock while I suck on his whole shaft, he yells out my name, his hot cum shoots to the back of my throat. I swallow each thrust of cum that leaves his body. Each swallow slides down my throat to settle deep inside my body. I suck until his body is emptied of his cum and mine is full. I leave a trail of kisses along his cock, feeling it start to harden once more. I smile at it, then at him, smiling wider. His breathing is heavy and his eyes watch me. A questioning look crosses his face as he watches my hands stroke him to his full erection again. I raise myself to my knees and straddle him. Placing my hands on my thighs, my body hovers just over his cock's head. He takes his shaft, rubs it against my swollen clit and wet lips. My teeth bite my lower lip, my back arches as I try to impale my body onto his shaft. He puts his other hand on my hip, steading my movements as he slowly guides me down over the head of his cock. I close my eyes, feeling his head enter me, the edge of it moves in and out of me, stoking itself against the opening of my cunt. I whimper in a pleading sound, begging him to let me ride him. He places his cock further inside me and uses his hand to lower me further onto the hard shaft. His thumb pushes against my clit, finally he lets me take him in completely. A sigh of satisfaction escapes my lips as I let myself slide slowly up and down his cock. I push myself up then back down, over and over we thrust ourselves against each other. His hips lift me up, my own body works against his and I push back down. He bucks. I ride. Over and over we move together, setting a pace of heat and passion. Our bodies slip and slide, the sweat easing our riding so we move faster, quicker, slamming into each others sex. I feel myself weakening, begging him to continue my ride for me. His hands move to my hips, he lifts me to the tip of his cock, slams me down hard against him, driving me on and on, making my pussy quiver and shake, as I call out his name. His hands dig at my hips as he continues to drive himself up into my cunt. His balls slap against me as I feel the first rain of orgasm hit me. I scream out his name letting my fluids rush over his cock, as I hear his own cry for me, being torn from his soul as his cum shoots up to mix with mine. We ride this tide until our bodies no longer try and pump against each other. He lowers his hips and brings his hands to my back, gently laying my body down on his. He tucks my hair behind my ears, kisses the top of my head while his fingers comb my hair. I kiss his chest, placing my fist on his nipple and my chin propped on it, I hear myself say, "What's for breakfast?" (21 hours to go....)

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Title: Being Thorough Pt. 02 Tags: stranger, domination, orgasm denial, body search, semi-public, bdsm **Being Very Thorough** *(Thorough Chapter 2)* I looked down at my phone, pretending to swipe and type every now and again -- you know, like any other normal student in this rather unspectacular lecture on political sociology -- but really, the device was showing nothing but a small digital clock in the upper left corner and my own reflection. My mirror image in the glossy black plastic looked... nervous. Did I look nervous? Or scared? Antsy? Embarrassed? Horny? All of the above? 3:55p.m, the clock said. The lecture was about to be over, and I would head over to the library like everybody else. Except literally nobody else was wanting to head over to the library (and simultaneously wanting to head over to any place on Earth *but* the library) quite as urgently as I did, I'd wager. First, however, I would head over to a restroom and take off my panties because the Campus Security guy with the blue eyes who had fingered me to an orgasm yesterday had told me to. No matter how many times I went over this relatively simple scenario of cause to effect, action and reaction, it never made more sense to me. I was an average wallflower nerd at best, with all the sex appeal of a well-maintained rolodex and just as much sexual experience. How the hell could this be happening to me? More to the point, how the hell could this be happening *in* me? How could it reduce me to... this? 'This', in this case, being the nervous, scared, antsy, embarrassed, horny tension that had my heart going in a trot instead of a normal walk all damn day. The tension that had kept my pussy drenched from the moment I had got out of bed (or maybe even earlier than that). I was Isobel Wilkinson, the borderline autistic quiet ironically asocial sociology student with the 4.0 GPA. I was sensible, rational, and -- if yesterday's... *event* was any indication -- a little too susceptible to authority figures. People like me didn't take their panties off to meet a nameless guy who had told them to (*so he could... do... what? Exactly?*). People like me also didn't fantasize about not having put on panties at all in the first place this morning. They didn't imagine what would happen if the professor were to catch a glimpse of what was -- or wasn't -- going on under their skirts. They didn't spend the entire lecture mentally cataloguing the best moments in which they, hypothetically, could have widened their knees just a bit - The bell pulled me from my contemplations, and set my pulse off like a starting pistol. With curiously steady hands, I packed my books, folders and pencil case into my backpack and made my way out of the study hall and into the next restroom. Four girls were waiting in the line outside, and two were in the stalls to my right and to my left, all of them chatting loudly with one another, as I methodically hung my backpack from the door handle, put down the toilet seat (precautionary measure), laid some toilet paper out on the floor, then stepped out of my shoes and onto the paper, rolled my silky semi-transparent dark gray panty hose off my legs and feet and carefully draped them over my backpack, before I finally pushed down my panties. A translucent string of wetness clung to the gusset and smeared against the inside of my right thigh, painting a moist line halfway down to my knee. The girls around me laughed as if they could see me standing there in my stall, naked from the waist down and wet between my legs. *This is a college restroom, not the gynecologist, honey! Did you mix Adderall and Concerta again?* All at once I was convinced that *he* wouldn't be there today, and that I was an idiot. Worse, an idiot with a wet thigh and moist panties wrapped in toilet paper stuffed into a clean plastic bag she had carried around with her for this very purpose all day. Huffing, I put my panty hose on again, cursing as the edge of a fingernail caught the material and put a small tear in it at the right knee, and cringed at the strange feeling of silky nylon and stitched seams against my otherwise bare private parts. I stepped back into my boots and re-laced them meticulously, straightened my skirt and finally flushed the excess toilet paper down the toilet. And then I went to the library. To study. That was all people like me did there, after all. \*\*\* The girl's line went even slower than yesterday, or was that just me? I looked over to the boys. Three quarters of a minute, tops, and one of them was up. Girls were called in after two, three minutes at most. I knew because I had been counting the last half hour, getting in line -- on the girl side, the *proper* side -- and then leaving on a pretense only to queue up again no less than four times over. It was windier today, too, I thought. Certain body parts of me were suddenly very susceptible to every breeze and breath, even though I stood with my legs crossed. My phone buzzed at me. My self-allocated study time for tomorrow's first lecture (social psychology) was coming to a close already. I needed to keep up with my own schedule to stay on top of my workload, but instead I was standing around outside the library like a moron. Steeling myself, I got into the line and resolved to stay there. The girl's line. With the woman in the cubicle who wouldn't notice that I wasn't wearing panties. *Or would she?* My brain flashed to a very short experimental phase I'd had a year ago that involved artsy movies about lesbians, but I shook the thought away easily. No, no. This was real life where security personnel didn't consist of oversexed demigods but of normal people who really didn't want to touch you at all, even with gloves. *Time to wake up, Isobel.* We -- the five girls ahead of me in the queue and the two behind me -- stood there for a good ten minutes. Everyone was absorbed by their phones, but we all got a little restless when the plastic screen didn't open again for another five. Eventually, the first student in our line -- natural leading personality, I thought -- went and called out a question. In reply, the screen on the right side opened and a young man with piercing blue eyes and a rich basso voice stepped out. "My colleague had to take a break. She'll be back soon, but if you need to get studying urgently enough that you don't care about protocol, you're welcome to step over into this queue." And then he was gone and I stood there as if my feet had been nailed to the floor and watched as all seven girls quickly got in line behind the guys. *Eager to study, huh?* a snide voice inside my head asked them. *Or just eager to be felt up by the hot security guy?* No. He wouldn't do *that* with any of them. Would he? None of them would *follow instructions as beautifully* as me, I was certain. Then again, he had told me to show up at 4, and to get in his line despite the embarrassment. I had done neither of those. So much for following instructions, really. *At least you aren't wearing any panties*, my brain reminded me, and I couldn't help a bark of laughter that earned me a few confused looks from the people in the queue. So I got in line behind them and counted the minutes. \*\*\* I was the only one left. I had been the only one left for a full six minutes already. Three new girls had come to queue up behind me (the female to male ratio at this college was 5 to 3 so I wasn't really surprised at the lack of boys), but they had quickly changed lines when the Campus Security woman had shown up again and resumed her slow but steady business. Yet here I stood, stalwart and fast and alone like the cheese, feeling more foolish by the second. The student that had gone in right ahead of me... she had been gorgeous. Cheerleader type, glossy black hair, ebony skin, tall and softly curved. She was the type of woman who could forgo panties on a regular basis because she didn't need to wear any, didn't want to wear any, and didn't have to wear any, and felt and looked sexy and confident without them, instead of just... drafty and faintly vulnerable and silly. The type of woman who would look very good indeed with the Campus Security man's right hand buried in her hair and the other grabbing her beautiful, round butt as he kissed-- *Good grief, Isobel! Get a hold of yourself.* I looked over to the other queue that now only consisted of two women who looked much more like me than the cheerleader had. I wondered if the two of them also had wild imaginations hidden underneath their very proper jeans and plaid skirt, respectively. I wondered how their moans would sound-- *Jesus, Iso-* "Isobel." I startled even though he had said my name rather quietly, and dropped my phone which I had been clutching in my hand all this time. Cursing, I picked it up and saw, from the corner of my eye, the two students in the other queue eyeing me. Reason said they were just looking because my phone had made quite a lot of nasty, splintering noise as it hit the concrete, but reason had taken a back seat the second a pair of blue eyes had fixed upon me yesterday like a pair of wolf's eyes might fix upon a lamb. My cheeks grew warm and suddenly I needed to be out of the women's knowing sight much more urgently than I needed to stay away from the unbearable, unhealthy pull this strange man exerted on me. So I slipped into the little cubicle and faced him, with my wounded phone clutched to my chest, and waited. And hoped. \*\*\* "Put your bag onto the belt and stand over there," he said as he pulled the screen shut behind me. I stood rooted to the spot and looked at him. My heart was doing weird things in my ribcage, as did my thoughts in my head. For a second, I was convinced that I had imagined an entire day, so strong was the sense of déjà vu. "Miss," he said, just a bit louder, and repeated slowly, "Put your bag onto the belt, take off you jacket and shoes, and stand over there." 'Miss'? Oh. So we were... weren't... Oh. Oh, alright. My stomach sank, and I wished I could sink right along with it, into the floor. I was *such* an idiot! I took my backpack off my back, dumped my phone into one of the front pockets, and put both into one of the plastic trays. "I bet you say that to all the girls," I tried to quip to lift my own spirits, but my voice sounded brittle. "In fact, I do. It's my job," he replied as he watched me closely. "Jacket and boots, too, please." Under his watchful eyes, I took off my knit jacket, then slipped out of my boots for the second time today and placed both items in another tray. Finally, I tiptoed over to the foamy little platform and took my position. Uncrossing is arms he stepped up close to me and leaned into my private space. "Want to hear something I don't say to all the girls?" he asked me, looking me straight in the face. I searched his face and found a smirk. It was hiding in the left corner of his mouth and around his eyes, but it was there. I swallowed on a dry throat and felt like my heart had crept up into it, fluttering around there like a hummingbird, elated with relief. God damn, his eyes were *so* blue. "'Hands on your head'?" I guessed. I didn't want to believe that security screenings for every other student at this school involved being treated like a dangerous criminal. That was just for me. Special treatment. The corner of his lip quirked up, the smirk showing itself. "That'll be the second step. To begin with, I'll tell you to take off your bra." Stupidly, I looked down my torso as if to make sure that said garment and the two body parts it was covering were actually there. And indeed, the outline of the sturdy full cup padding was clearly visible against the plain dark gray ¾ sleeve high neckline shirt I had on today. Said padding shielded my tightened nipples from view. I was only wearing this outfit today because I had washed my usual sweater yesterday and it hadn't fully dried yet because it had fallen off the stupid clothesline during the night. That was the only reason I was wearing something... tighter. (Calling a knit jacket-baseball shirt combo 'sexier' than my washed-out hoodie was a stretch. Ridiculous. Who would I want to impress anyway?) "Right now?" I asked, stalling. "Right now," he confirmed but didn't give me so much as half an inch of space. So, with a fortifying breath, I curled my fingers around the bottom seam of my shirt, ready to take it off. But he shook his head. "Not the shirt. Just the bra," he instructed me. "We don't want to be inappropriate." "No, of course not," I returned dumbly and reached up my back underneath my shirt to undo the clasp of my bra. This move required me to curve my spine a little, which in turn caused my chest to lift. His eyes lowered shamelessly to track the motion of my upper body, and the motion of my boobs underneath my clothes. My solid cotton shirt hid everything from view, thus leaving everything to the imagination. Apparently, Campus Security people were imaginative types. Or at least this one was. His eyes feasted on me even though my tits were truly nothing to write home about (especially not while clothed), and they seemed to get brighter as my bra loosened and obscenely tented my shirt. I reached all the way up the insides of my sleeves to pull the bra straps down my arms and over my hands, one after the other, and finally freed the loose bra from below, pulling it down and out. My modest-sized, newly bared chest tingled as it made contact with the fabric of my shirt. He held out his hand and I turned over my underwear like it was some sort of contraband, and then watched him as he turned it this way and that and felt and squeezed it. That shouldn't be sexy, I thought, and had a sudden vision of him bringing the garment up to his nose and smelling it, smelling my skin on it, feeling the residual body warmth in the material. Even that wasn't a turn-off. I bit the inside of my cheek. *Jesus.* Eventually, he folded the two cups together delicately and laid the bra onto the single table that stood in the corner of the cubicle. "I'll have to confiscate that, Miss," he said with some humor in his voice as he watched my mouth fall open, ready to issue some protest. Bras were expensive, and well-fitting ones were hard to find, he couldn't just- "I will keep it until tomorrow," he said to placate me. "Show up on time and you'll get it back." "To-... Tomorrow," I affirmed, remembering very well what he had said was on the agenda for *tomorrow*. My body heat jumped up a notch. "I saw you today," he went on, stepping up to me again, just a smidge too close for comfort again. "Outside in the queues. Jumping the lines like you did. Stalling. Fiddling with your phone, chewing your lip. You appeared very... nervous. That's suspect behavior. Do you have something to hide, Miss?" "No, I... I don't think so," I said but it sounded like a question. "You don't *think* so?" he probed and narrowed his eyes at me. "We'll see about that, then. Turn around. Hands on your head now. Feet apart." I quickly did as told, thinking that it might be better to not have to look into his painfully pretty face, and to not have my perky nipples on display yet again, emphasized even more when I lifted my arms up to put my palms against the back of my head. As it turned out, I was wrong. Having him behind my back was worse. (And better. And worse.) My breathing sped up as I anticipated his next move. Waiting, not knowing, imagining what was coming next was excruciating. I imagined I could feel his body heat at my back, and the stray, floaty hairs at the back of my neck seemed to tingle as he came in contact with them, like strands of a spider's web. My unclothed core, exposed to the air as it was in this position, seemed to tingle in tune with them. I could do nothing about it, though. So I stood, looking at the blue plastic canvas, and waited. And waited. When his hands finally made contact with my body -- on my left upper arm, just below the elbow, to be exact -- I was keyed up enough to simultaneously jump out of my skin and sigh in relief. "You're gonna stay still again, aren't you?" he asked, and I answered a quiet "yes". His fingers swept down my lifted arm to my shoulder, across one trapezius to the other. It was still over my clothes, an entirely harmless and G-rated touch, but felt so good I wanted to purr. "I didn't find anything incriminating on you yesterday," he said as he finished my right arm and switched to the middle of my back, swiping down along both sides of my spine and finishing just over my butt. God, I would have given him all of my bras, to nail onto his living room wall or to burn or *whatever*, for him to just keep going *lower*. "But I'm not convinced of your innocence quite yet. I realize I have been lax in my previous search." I pressed my lips together and said nothing. Breathing in and out was already using up all of my faculties, and I didn't want to interrupt him anyway. He could and should keep talking with that voice of his. Forever, if he wanted to. I would listen. His hands went to both sides of my waist and slid upwards from there, over my ribs and farther north, at an agonizingly slow pace. As his fingertips grazed -- more than grazed -- the sides of my breasts, he leaned in to me so that his chest bumped my upper back. I resisted the urge to lean back and more into him, then ended up hunching over reflexively when he reached my armpits again. Too ticklish. I clawed my fingers deeper into my hair and clamped my forearms around my head to stifle a very unsexy giggle. What was it with this man and armpits? Or did he just like to make me squirm? "Especially seeing that I'm dealing with a former prime suspect in a vicious crime, I reckon I should take my responsibilities more seriously and be a little more thorough this time." His mouth was close enough to my ear now for me to feel his breath against its shell. He barely had to whisper any more for me to hear him when he said, "What do you think about this, Isobel?" I thought his fingers and palms were wasted on the needless frisking of students who just wanted to go to their library. I thought his voice should be used in audio books and radio adverts and for dubbing other, equally handsome men in foreign language movies. I thought it was a bad idea to ask me to speak in whole sentences during body contact, especially when my armpits and the side swells of my boobs were involved. "Uhhm," I started eloquently, "I... I guess you have to do your job to the best of your- uh, knowledge and belief, so... do your..." I almost said 'worst' but figured that would be just a bit too forward. *We'll come to that tomorrow*, a voice in my head reminded me, and my mouth tripped a little over the word "duty". Standing close enough to me to be able to see the hairs stand up straight on my arms, he probably heard my thoughts. There was a smile in his voice when he said, "Very well. I will." His lips brushed my ear. "And you'll be a good girl again." I nodded just a little too eagerly. Without further ado, without warning, his hands came around my front and cupped my breasts over my shirt. I swallowed a whimper. They were as needy to be touched as they were tender, and he was rough enough to physically pull me against his body, exactly like I had hoped he would yesterday. I groaned inwardly with how profoundly pleasant that felt. Even better than I had hoped. Something unmistakable nudged against my lower back, just above my buttocks, and a sharp thrill shot through me because I knew *I* had put that there. Not the ebony-skinned cheerleader. *Me.* "Watch," he told me. I looked down and watched his hands as they grabbed, kneaded and squeezed my small, sensitive tits. There was something alarmingly arousing about the sight of someone's paws all over a body part you had been told was a strictly forbidden no-go zone for everyone (including, for the most part, yourself) since before you were even old enough to actually have developed that body part. He just laid claim to them, and I let him. "Bad girls smuggle items in their bras or taped into their cleavage all the time, did you know that?" he asked me casually as his kneading got even more vigorous and rhythmic. "It's because they think security personnel wouldn't dare to touch or even look too closely there." Just before the touch crossed from intense to painful, he stopped and instead began to gather the fabric of my shirt, pulling the seam up like a theater curtain, baring my tummy bit by bit. "But you are really not a bad girl, so I am hardly worried," he said as he let the tips of his pinky fingers ghost across the skin of my newly naked belly. My abdominal muscles jumped and twitched in spite of me. "And even if you were a bad girl, I'd absolutely find you out." Almost casually, both of his hands slid underneath the bunched fabric of my shirt and up to my bare breasts. He cupped them skin to skin. I tried to swallow the whimper but couldn't. Not this time. So many sensations at once. I had never felt this deliriously soft, never been this overwhelmed by my body and its reaction. His hands were big, warm, and unyielding as he massaged my second most delicate parts, weighed and molded them in his palms, roughly grabbed at them until my flesh spilled out between his fingers, even gave them little slaps that made me stand on my toes as if I could get away from the feelings that way. "Don't close your eyes. Watch," he ordered again, and I opened my eyes that had previously been screwed shut to observe his fingers as they moved underneath the fabric of my shirt. He was watching, too, over my shoulder. I could see clearly how he used his thumbs and forefingers to circle and pinch my nipples. Hard. Once, twice, then letting up, gently petting them only to catch them again and pull them up and away from my chest. I was a string instrument, and he plucked me expertly. I rocked forward to ease the sensation, but he barked a "stay still" at me and obeyed, soundlessly cursing when he tugged on my nipples again and again, with soothing rubs around my puffy areolas in between. While his thumb and index pinched and rolled and pulled my tips, his palms and the other three fingers kept kneading the fleshy underside of my boobs in a steady rhythm. "I wonder what color they are," he told me. Overt arousal dripped from his voice. "Just a shade darker than your lips, maybe? Like two ripe little berries?" He gave them another pinch. "Lighter," I breathed. "Pale pink." Depending on the temperature, my nipples were actually almost the same shade as my skin. I had always envied the girls with the dark rose tips. "Pale pink, huh?" He nuzzled my ear with his nose. "Not when I'm done with them, they're not." I inhaled sharply. Suddenly there were direct lines, nerve pathways that lead directly from my nipples to my clit, and they glowed like the coiled filament in a light bulb, setting my entire body alight. I had heard of women who had orgasms from having their tits and nipples fondled. I thought they were an urban myth. I'd been wrong. "I think I'm going to cum," I told him quietly. I could feel the tension rising unstoppably in my core. "No, you're not," was all he said and flicked my tenderized buds with the side of his index finger until I begged him to stop for the third time. Both my legs and my arms, which were still raised up in the air, were shaking like crazy. He cupped my breasts again and pulled me against him once more, letting me feel the strong wall of his chest and stomach and his erection against my butt, pressing his palms against my stiff, sore nipples until they tingled. "You writhe around quite a lot there, Miss," he said into my ear. "Didn't we agree that you would stay nice and still during this procedure?" "I'm so sorry," I babbled and writhed on purpose, just once, to rub my backside against him. I heard him hiss in a breath before he caught himself. "I guess there's no helping it. I'll have to take you in to the office tomorrow. It's in the basement of the admin building no. 2, room 14B. Be there at 6pm sharp. I'll file a report for obstruction, you agree to a proper search, and if you come out clean, we'll forget all about it." I'd rather forget my own name than forget a single second of this but I played along. "Alright," I agreed. "Can I go now?" He clicked his tongue. "I'm afraid there is one more thing." I was almost relieved. He took a step back from me. "Turn around." I did. Eyes dark with ardor, color in his cheeks, unapologetic bulge in his pants which he was kneading with one hand. So fucking sexy I couldn't even look at him long. "Feet apart." I set my feet hip-width apart again, feeling once more how bare my underside was, and how drenched. At this rate, I would drip onto his precious space foam mat within the minute. "Lift your skirt up to your waist." I did as told, happy to be allowed to lower my arms now. Slowly, not only to be coy but because the material of my skirt was on the sturdier side and didn't girlishly flick up like Marilyn Monroe's did on the subway grate, I peeled up my garment. I didn't dare to watch him watch me and kept my eyes focused on my own hands, but I heard an appreciative hum that told me he liked that which I was uncovering for him. My thighs, definitely on the thick and strong side, looking quite nice sheathed in my anthracite-colored panty hose. The triangle of my pubic area, covered in pubes which I only trimmed around the bikini zones. My private parts between the two, which were drenched, swollen and beyond needy. "Higher," he instructed until I had the material bunched up just below my navel. "Good. Keep it like that. Just like that. Don't move your hands now." I gasped silently when he went to his knees in front of me and inspected the area between my thighs very closely. His nose was almost pressed against me. His hands came up to clamp around my knees, which I was thankful for because they felt so rubbery. "That's it," he said, talking low to himself. "Oh fuck, look at this." When he leaned in farther and buried his face in the apex of my thighs for a long moment, I almost sobbed from mental and physical overload. The sensation was dulled through the panty hose but I could have sworn he had *licked* me. Something in my brain came loose at the mere idea of it. My head fell back and my eyelids fell shut. "You are so fucking sexy," he repeated the words I had previously left unsaid about him, breaking his character out of sheer horniness. "Look at you. No panties, just like I told you, and your *legs*, and your panty hose all soaked... *fuck* me." God, I *wanted* to. But he had told me to stay still and hold my skirt up for him, so that's all I would do. "You wanna cum real badly, don't you?" When he glanced up at my face, I nodded once. His expression turned all wicked, which made him only more attractive. "Of course you do. I can see it in your eyes, and I can smell it in your cunt." A shiver rippled through me when he said that word with that voice. "But you've been almost an hour late today, Isobel." Casually, he lifted one index finger to my pussy and poked it through the fine web of my soaked panty hose, causing me to flinch and sending a zap of pure electricity up my spine. Just like yesterday, he traced my slit forward and back, forward and back, from my sodden entrance to my engorged clit that was peeking out from its hood at the front. His fingertip might as well have been a Wartenberg wheel. I gnawed on my lower lip to stifle my noises. "I don't think that you should be rewarded for tardiness. Do you?" I couldn't answer. I couldn't think. His finger was some sort of magical instrument of torture. "I see that you have nothing to say for yourself," he observed happily and played with my clit. Not enough. Not enough! "Please," I hushed out, my throat suddenly tight with tears of frustration because I wanted to cum so badly I was about to cry. 'Please', said with utmost desperation, seemed to be the magic word. All at once, he shot up to his feet, reached under the waistband of my skirt and dug around there until he found the elastic of my panty hose. He pulled it down at the front, ripping and stretching the elastic fabric beyond its capacity and jostling me around in his hurry. When the hose was just low enough to bare my wetness and my sticky curls to him, he reached a hand into the gap and cupped my pussy. I startled and squeaked an "ah!", but before it was all the way out of my mouth, his hand, now coated in my juices, was gone again. He opened his own pants, not even fumbling with his button or his fly, and pulled his cock out. I had never seen one up close. It seemed angry, and possibly painful, and too big to comfortably fit into me -- into *any* of my holes -- but all of it just stoked the heat in me. The shiny wetness at its purple-hued mushroom tip and the bulging veins running down the shaft were mesmerizing. He wrapped his coated fingers around himself and started to masturbate, lubricated by *me*, groaning and cursing under his breath. His movements were jerky, almost violently so, and quickly getting worse. "I'm clean, Isobel. Are you clean? Are you on birth control?" he asked me without slowing down, a desperate note in his voice. "Yes, both," I told him. "Fuck, good." I wasn't sure if he was commenting my answer or the feeling of his own hand against his cock. He seemed almost out of his mind with lust. I drank in the sight of him. "Tilt your hip, Isobel. Show me more of your cunt." "Oh, God," I breathed and did as I was told, lifting my pelvis up, and he echoed my words back as he stared at my middle. "I'm gonna cum on that cunt, Isobel," he almost snarled. "Gonna put my cum all over those fat lips. And then you're gonna pull up that panty hose and walk away, with your pussy still needy and horny and filthy with me. Do you understand me?" Even as my muscles clenched on empty air and cried at me, I nodded. What else could I do? "Such a good girl," he praised, groaned, jerked himself faster still. "*Fuck*, let me-" He reached for me, slid his free hand under my shirt and to my tits. I bit my tongue when his fingers latched on to my still sore nipple once more, reigniting the light in that wire that connected it to the pulsing nub between my legs and making it send out sparks. "Watch," he told me for the last time, stuck his cock into the gap between my crotch and the panty hose, rubbed himself on my most sensitive flesh once, twice- just once more and I was sure I could-- Warm wetness spurted against my pussy lips. The sensation made me gasp and moan along with him. "Fuck, *Isobel*. Oh, my *God*." It sounded like he wanted to shout and roar and barely managed to keep his voice down. Fuck, I wanted to hear him roar, though. The grip he had on my nipple tightened, and he wrung a second and third spurt from himself with vigorous, almost brutal twists of his wrist, painting my pussy lips, my pubes, the crease of my thighs, and the lower swells of my buttocks with his cum. He had said to watch. So I watched. Every little flick of his hand, every jolt and jerk of his cock, every milky drop that landed on me or fell, wasted, to the ground. He gasped for breath for a long while and kept rubbing, more and more slowly, until his balls were empty and I was as messy as I was ever going to get. His whole body shuddered. It was as if he was holding on to me for support so he wouldn't tip over, and I bathed in that feeling even as I shuddered right along with him. As his cum mixed with the moisture from my weeping pussy and started to slide down the insides of my thighs, he took a step back and put his softening penis back into his pants, then motioned for me to straighten my soggy panty hose just as he had instructed. I did, closely observed by his greedy eyes, and shivered when his still warm cum made wet noises against my twitching pussy. I had to fight the urge to pull my hose up harder, to pull the seam into my slit and rub myself on it until I climaxed. The temptation was great. I was so close, I wouldn't have taken more than ten seconds. "Do as I said and I'll go easy on you tomorrow," he promised. He hadn't missed my struggle. He couldn't have. His eyes saw everything, including my thoughts, and at this point I was entirely obvious, an open book whose pages were filled from top to bottom with the words 'horny and desperate'. In capital letters and in several different languages. "You do not want to know what happens otherwise," he added and shot me a scalding hot look that dared me to be naughty and find out anyway. Why did his brand of meanness turn me on so much? I finally let my skirt fall down again and smoothed the stubborn material across my thighs and ass. For now, it hid all of the things that were going on underneath it, but I did not know for how long. If I walked around, eventually, gravity would do its thing and the combined fluids would drip farther down my legs. I sighed. Even *that* wasn't an unpleasant idea. God, I was all twisted and perverted, standing here with my soggy pants and my pussy soaked in his cum and *happy about it*, and he was the only one to blame. "Can I go now?" I asked, unsure how I would make it to the next bathroom unseen. Knowing that, if I told him about this worry, he would smile evilly and just say 'good'. My core clenched once more. "Tomorrow. 6pm, admin building no. 2, basement, 14B," he reminded me, already turning around to put disinfectant on his hands again. As if nothing had happened. I laced up my boots and repeated the information to myself silently. I wouldn't have needed it, though. They had seared themselves into my brain the first time he gave them to me. I wouldn't even be a second too late tomorrow. "Oh, and Isobel?" he called just as I was leaving. I stopped and looked over my shoulder at him. "Leave the panty hose at home tomorrow, too, or I will use it to tie your ankles to the office table." He watched the effect those words had on my body even as I fought for countenance, and smirked. Picking up my backpack at the end of the x-ray machine, I hurried toward the nearest restroom as fast as my jelly legs would carry me. On the way, I tried to decide whether I would wear my white or my burgundy panty hose tomorrow. **FIN** *Hello! So, this got much longer than planned -- which is to say that I didn't even mean for it to exist at all in the first place. It's been my policy to not do sequels of things that I have already posted because it kills me to not be able to change around things in the previous bits anymore while I write... but hey. Rules are made to be broken, eh? In any case, forgive me if the first and second chapters, when read together, are a bit uneven and the character's personalities seem somewhat different from one to the next. Then again, it's basically textbook PWP, so who cares about personalities and such, right? I hope you nevertheless enjoyed reading this. Do tell me your favorite panty hose colors and stay tuned for "tomorrow", aka Cavity Search Day, our new collectively favorite holiday of the year! (Yes, it's already written and will be uploaded soonish!)* *J* *xo cydia*

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Title: Maybe Tags: cum eating, creampie, watersports, peeing, facesitting, couple "Are you ready for this?" She hovers just in front of my face. My hands held down above my head. Her pussy is wet with sex - both hers and mine. "Because you're getting it, whether you are ready. Or not." She looks down into my eyes and smiled. An hour before, Rashel was just getting home from work. I had the day off. Most of the day was spent playing video games and surfing the web, but just before she got home I went into action. A few candles in the bedroom, a few in the bathroom. Bath salts and bubbles ready. Toys washed up and sitting beside the bed. Everything was in place to give Rashel an amazing night. When I heard her car pulling in the driveway, I started the hot water and stripped to my underwear. "Hey dear, I'm home!" I ran over to the top of the stairs. "Toss your stuff down, lock the door, and come on up." She caught a brief glance of me before I darted back down the hall to the bathroom. "Uh, okay. Are you in just your undies?" "Maaaybe. You'll have to find out." I started pouring in the salt as she made her way up the stairs. Then I stepped back into the hallway and wrapped her up in my arms. "Hey!" I gave her a small kiss on the mouth. "Oh, there's a new rule. No clothes allowed upstairs." "Is that so? Then what are these you're wearing?" She reached down and grabbed my cock, still clad in underwear. I was already half mast from the anticipation and the little squeeze she gave pushed me even further. She whispered in my ear, "I love feeling you get hard in my hand." I grabbed her face and turned it into mine and really laid into her. I shoved my tongue into her mouth and she moaned in response. A little hint of how the night would be going. Or so I thought. "Why don't you take all those heavy clothes off and hop in the tub with me?" "I could probably do that," she smirked. We walked into the bathroom, hand in hand. Exaggerating the motions, I turned away from her, bent over, and pulled my underwear off as slowly as possible. Still bent over, she smacked my ass. This should have been my first hint that the night wouldn't quite go as planned. "Hey now! What was that for?" "That was for being naughty and sending me all those dirty texts while I was trying to work." "I tried to get you to play hooky with me and have a sex day, but nooo. You have to go and be responsible." She was now down to her underwear. As she slid them down her legs she deliberately turned toward me and covered her butt so I couldn't smack her in return. I gave a little fake pouty lip and told her, "that's no fair." "I don't know what you're talking about..." I stepped into the tub and sat down, sliding to the back so she had room in front of me. "Nope," she said. "Not tonight. My turn to be the big spoon." "Alright. Just gives you better access to me." I slid forward and she stepped in behind me. I tried giving her a quick peck as she climbed over me, which she playfully avoided. We soaked in the bath for about a half hour as the water went from hot, to warm, to tepid. We chatted about our days. We traded some caresses. She fondled my balls. I reached around and caressed her nipples. She stroked my shaft. I ran my fingers around the outside of her vagina. She then leaned forward and kissed my ear as her fingers roamed from my chest down to my stomache and beyond. "You about ready to get out of here?" I played coy. "What would we do then?" Her fingers traced to my thighs, over to my testicles. She knows that dragging fingernails along them drives me wild. She slid them a little lower, reaching all the way back to my ass and pressing gently on it. "I was thinking maybe you get out and dry off, then head to the bedroom and wait for me. Maybe lying on your stomach. Maybe with your legs spread open a bit, looking all sexy..." "Mmm, I could maybe do that. But then what happens?" "You'll have to wait and see..." "That's what I had planned on telling you." "Oh? Too bad... why don't we turn the shower on and rinse off this soap?" I kicked open the drain and stood up, then reached a hand back to help her up. "Oof. You really should have let me pee when I got home." This made me grin. "And ruin all the fun?" "Don't you dare!" I pinned her to the wall and started tickling her sides. She squirmed and squeaked. "Stop it!" She smacked one hand away, so I reached down and started squeezing at her thigh. This spot is even more ticklish. "Why do you do this to me?" "Because it's fun." "I'm going to pee all over you." I stopped tickling her for the moment and met her gaze. Then I pressed my lips against hers and resumed our forceful kissing from earlier. Her tongue danced back against mine. "Is that what you want...?" She asked, so quietly I almost couldn't hear. Her lips still pressed against mine. Just about the most adorable thing in the world. My answer came in the form of kissing down her body. First her chin. Down her neck. Between her breasts. Across her stomache and her pierced belly button. To the short little patch of hair she keeps. One kiss right on her clit that gets a big moan from her. And then I resume the aggressiveness and stick my tongue right up into her as deep as I can. This gets an even bigger moan. "Mmmmmm. I love it when you stick your tongue up inside me." She is already soaking wet from our playing in the tub. But I can feel her getting wetter as I assault her with my tongue. "Baby I reaaally have to pee." I slide my way back up her body and kiss her lips again. My dick lands between her legs and presses gently against her. "Then pee," I whisper back into her lips. She looks me straight in the eyes and we stay that way for a few seconds. Then I feel a warm trickle on the top of my shaft and hear droplets hitting the now empty tub. It's warm. It trickles down around my cock, down my balls, down my legs as if it's my own. Some flows back to my ass. I look down and see it flowing out of her, down her legs. I look back up and whisper again, "that is so fucking hot." Then I give her a huge, wet, sloppy kiss and she returns it just as greedily. As the flow stops I quickly slide down her body and shove my tongue back inside of her. She grabs my had and presses it tighter into her. "Mmm let's get to the bedroom now, I need you inside of me." We both step out of the bath and dry off, the water and soap mostly dry already but our legs both still damp from her pee. I make it to the bedroom just before her and drop down on my stomach. "Uh uh. It's too late for that." She smacks my ass again and starts to roll me over. By the time I'm on my back she's already on top of me. Her vagina still wet and ready, my cock still hard and waiting. I reach down and grab myself. She's hovering over me. I rub myself against her, front to back. Slap myself gently against her clit. She loves this. Then I slide back, line up with her, and push just barely inside of her. She's all ready to go and doesn't want to take it slow. As soon as the tip of my cock is in her she slams down onto me. We both moan and cry out. She kicks her legs out behind her, lowers her chest to mine, and starts kissing my neck. Although she's clearly in a more dominant mood tonight, I can't help but run my hands down her back all the way to her ass. I grab a handful and squeeze as she is bucking up and down on top of me. "Is this what you wanted?" she asks. "You wanted to fill me up with your hard cock. Oh you feel so good inside of me!" I smack her ass twice. "Hey! I said you couldn't do that!" "You liked it." I slide one hand up to her head and bring her forward to kiss me again. The other stays on her back and pulls her tightly against my body. This also drives her crazy. She loves feeling close during sex, and holding her, pressing her against me always gets her off fast. I'm already so close from the fondling in the bath, and the play afterward. It was the first time we had done anything like that. And it wouldn't be our only first tonight. She can't keep quiet. She's moaning into my mouth, her tongue shoving into me. We're both getting closer and closer. "Your pussy feels so good on my cock. I love filling you up!" "Are you going to cum inside of me? Fill me up with your hot, sticky cum." I tried kissing her again but she pulled away and screamed softly. She has always been a little self conscious about how vocal she is, despite me telling her how much I love it. I pulled her even tighter, one hand on her back, one on her ass, shoving my cock inside her as she hit her orgasm. Her first of the night. Her voice trailed off as she came down from it. She reached down and kissed me. "That was so hot. Now it's your turn." "Oh baby I'm so close already." She reaches back and grabs both my hands, pinning them against the pillow above my head. We really should get some ropes. She rides me slowly. She kisses me, forcing her tongue into my mouth again. As she picks up the pace a little, she whispers into my ear. "Did you like that in the shower? Did you like me peeing all over your cock? I could feel you getting harder as it ran down your balls and down your legs. You loved it." She knows I love dirty talk, and as she's speaking to me I get right up to the edge. "Come inside of me! Fill me up!" That pushes me over. I start spurting cum deep inside of her. She stops pulling in and out, slamming herself down onto me so I am as deep as I can go. Filling her up with my cock and with my cum. "Ohhh. You feel so good. I love being inside of you." I try to free my hands so I can kiss her but she'll have nothing to do with that. She looks down at me and smiles. She brings her mouth close to mine, but every time I pull up to kiss her she pulls her lips away from me. "I hate pulling off of you." "Then don't." "But I have a surprise for you..." "Oh? What kind of surprise?" She doesn't say anything in response. She pulls slowly off me of. We both savor every inch and give a little sigh in unison when I slide out of her, still a little hard. She continues to hold down my hands and scoots up my body so she is almost sitting on my chest. "Are you ready for this?" She hovers just in front of my face. My hands held down above my head. Her pussy is wet with sex - both hers and mine. "Because you're getting it, whether you are ready. Or not." She looks down into my eyes and smiled. I lick my lips. She brings herself forward just a little more so she is right on top of my face. I moan, then hesitantly stick my tongue out and lick her clit. She goes wild and screams again. This is something I've wanted. Something I've asked for. But after climaxing all the desire fades away. We always dirty talk about her holding me down and climbing up on my face. But she knows I get hesitant about it and doesn't want to do something I don't want, despite reassuring her otherwise. Tonight though, her pussy is right there over my mouth. Covered in my cum and her cum. It smells like sex. It's soaking wet. Engorged. Slightly open. I lick at her clit, then as I'm getting turned on again I get bolder. I kiss at the front of her pussy and close my lips on her. I suck on her clit lightly and flick my tongue against it. She's getting so turned on again. "Stick your tongue inside of me baby. I love it when you do that!" Encouraged by her dirty talk, I lick from her clit all the way back. She is so wet... then I do it. I shove my tongue up into her dirty, cum filled pussy. She screams and moans as she starts to cum again, and I moan right back into her.

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Title: Best Friends Ch. 04 Tags: interracial romance, interracial drama, romance novella Jaelyn was sick. She stood beside Bryan, the tension emanating from him so palpable she could have scooped it up with a spoon. How had this happened? She glanced at him; blood had pooled on his left eyebrow again and she glared at Keith who actually looked a lot worse than Bryan, his nose had already begun to swell and was dripping scarlet blood onto his white tee shirt, he was breathing rapidly as if in those moments he'd been pinned to the wall by his throat, he thought he'd never breath again, and in his current situation that rapid breathing was probably causing a world of other pain. She'd thought he'd never breathe again. Her throat was raw from screaming Bryan's name repeatedly, screaming for him to let Keith go. She'd walked in all smiles but the smile disappeared immediately when she saw Bryan smash his fist into Keith's face. She knew they were fighting over her. She knew she shouldn't have screamed like that, it was like yelling at a child for standing on a counter, or crossing the street -- it caught him off guard -- but she had been so shocked. Theoretically they didn't do much, yet it was the most brutal fight she'd ever seen, probably because of all of the blood. Probably because people she knew - Bryan the man she loved, and Keith her ex - were involved. And because of the cruel use of the pool stick. When she saw Keith hit Bryan with that pool stick she lost it. She screamed and was running after Keith herself but Adrianna and Kim caught her before she could reach him. She never wanted to feel that way again, so angry and afraid. So fucking helpless! But what Bryan did with the dreaded stick had horrified her. As a result of Keith's cowardly move, Bryan's eyebrow was split and she could see his flesh quite clearly, he would need stitches for that. Keith's nose was definitely broken, and she most likely would never be able to erase the image of him struggling for air, his face a horrid purple from her mind. She'd seen Bryan angry only once in the two years plus that they'd been friends and it had scared her, but she never thought he was capable of such violence, and when she'd screamed his name it was like he didn't even hear her. A chill went up her spine. She looked back up at Bryan who was staring straight ahead watching the Campus Security officers cut through the crowd. More than two years and she didn't even know who he was. She wanted to hold his hand, to comfort him, kiss him, but the image of him so intent on cutting all oxygen from Keith's lungs kept invading her mind. She abhorred violence. If there was a phobia for violence, she was probably two steps from having it. She didn't know what to do, she knew she should stand by his side, support him, be there for him, but right now it seemed as if she didn't even know who "he" was. He'd turned into a stranger as she'd watched the horrible scene unfold before her, a stranger who hadn't even recognized her agonized voice. She watched the two officers approach the scene. What could have been so important that he would jeopardize his future, his education, his career, his relationship with her? Maybe she was being dramatic, but the feelings washing over her were so real. She turned to Bryan and brushed his side with her hand. "We're gonna go," she whispered solemnly, unable to use her voice. The look he gave her almost made her stay, more than vulnerability, she thought she'd glimpsed fear in his eyes -- but she knew he wasn't afraid of the Rent-A-Cops, though he probably had every reason to be. He'd just committed assault - and maybe even attempted murder if anyone took it that far. Nothing to laugh at there, she thought, chewing her lip. When she'd continued to stare into his eyes though, he completely shut away all emotion and curtly nodded his head. She glanced at the girls behind her and motioned her head to the exit. They stared at her in confusion and then followed her out the door. When they were in the car Adrianna spoke. "Don't you want to see what's going to happen? This feels so wrong to just leave him like this -- and he's not even my boyfriend," she stated pointedly. "I know, I know," Jaelyn said, tears pooling in her eyes, "I've never seen him like this," she continued softly. "It scared the hell out of me," she admitted. Yet Jaelyn couldn't seem to start the car. Every bone in her body told her that if she left like this she would be making a big mistake. She asked herself if the fight hadn't been about her, if she and Bryan hadn't been intimate, would she have deserted her best friend like that. The answer was hell no. "Stay here," she told the girls and then hopped out of the car and rushed back into the building. What she saw stopped her heart. Bryan and Keith were handcuffed and were being escorted out the door. What had she expected? They weren't in high school. These were two grown men who had inflicted fairly significant injuries to each others' bodies. What they had done was wrong. Bryan looked up at her and she saw a flicker of relief in his eyes before he looked down. She ran to him and kissed him hastily on the mouth. "Don't I get a kiss?" she heard Keith say and was shocked. Evidently it was Keith's mouth that had gotten them in this situation, yet he still hadn't learned to shut up? One glance from Bryan seemed to take any remaining words from his mouth, however. The officers didn't miss that exchange. "Step away young lady. We'll fix them up fine but your friend here is in for a long night -- if not more," said the male officer forebodingly. She obediently stepped away but not before shooting Bryan a glance. "Love ya," she said quickly, unable to say what she really wanted to say. Bryan looked into her eyes. "I love you," he replied before he was escorted out of the building. Her heart crumbled. What a coward she was. /Before our relationship changed we said 'I love you' to each other all the time/, he'd said. She followed them outside and watched them put Keith into the second Campus Security car that was lined up on the curb. "Bryan!" she yelled, he turned to look at her. "I love you too!" she said hastily. "I know," he said cracking a smile. She watched as the officer put him in the back of the first car. She knew she was being too emotional, she didn't really think he was going in for life or anything but this could possibly affect his continued education at the university and if he got kicked out, she didn't know what she would do without him. He'd been her backbone since freshman year, when she'd strolled across campus alone and confused. He just had to be with her the rest of the way through. Jaelyn couldn't stop the tears from falling from her eyes. \~ Bryan looked at the clock. 5 a.m. This just might be the first time he'd ever hear Jaelyn cuss; and she'd be cussing him out. He chuckled at the thought. He listened to the phone ring in his ear, absently tapping his foot. "Hello?" Her voice was groggy with sleep. "Good morning sexy. So you gonna come pick me up or what?" At her silence he smiled, she probably had a few choice words to say to him after that. "I'll be there in about twenty minutes," was all she said. They said their goodbyes and hung up. Bryan walked into the lobby and chatted with the officer at the desk. Within twenty minutes Jaelyn was there, looking sexy as ever in just a tee-shirt and sweats, a bandanna on her head. She walked up to him, hugged him and gave him a kiss. It was the sweetest kiss he'd ever had, and he grabbed her in a bear hug and kissed her neck over and over again. She smelled like vanilla and strawberries. "Not here, come on," she said to him. They left the building and got into Jaelyn's car, the ride to the club was quiet and Bryan wished he knew what she was thinking. She pulled into the parking lot of The Pub. "I'm going home with you," Jaelyn said to him. She pecked him on the cheek and watched as he got out and got into his car. Damn he wished she'd stop being so cryptic, though he had to admit the mysteriousness sparked his curiosity. He didn't know if she was mad at him or what, but he couldn't wait to get home and figure out so he could get whatever it was out of the way. He pulled in front of his apartment building and watched in the rearview mirror as Jaelyn pulled up behind him on the other side of the parking lot. It had started drizzling and Bryan got out and waited patiently for her to walk over to him. She took her precious time. Finally they got into his apartment and Jaelyn still hadn't said a word to him. Then he heard: "I need to use the restroom. I'd like you to get undressed, go get in bed, lie on your back and tie this around your eyes -- and no peeking, I have a surprise for you," Jaelyn said suggestively. She didn't have to ask him twice. He took the bandanna she handed him and walked into his room, took his clothes off and laid on the bed. The bandanna was the same one she'd been wearing earlier and it smelled like her shampoo, he tied it around his eyes and waited for her to come out of the bathroom. He heard her enter the bedroom and felt a soft touch on his thigh. "I missed you," she said and he felt her get on the bed. She began kissing him gently at first and then roughly, her tongue slipping in and out of his mouth. He moved to wrap his arms around her and she moved away from him. "No," she said softly. He felt her hands on his wrists as she pushed his arms and hands above his head and before he knew what was going on he heard a jingling and then felt cold metal against his wrists. She'd handcuffed him to the bed! "Jaelyn! What the hell?" he said surprised, and suddenly nervous. "What? I thought you liked being handcuffed and helpless? You didn't enjoy your night being locked up, sweetie?" She asked in a sweet voice that was as false as his grandmother's teeth. "No, I didn't enjoy it," he ground out. "A grown man huh?" He was about to make a retort when he felt her wet, hot mouth wrap around his dick. Fuck that felt so good! He lifted his hips up so she could get better access and groaned when she started sucking, and swirling her tongue around his cock. He was really starting to enjoy himself when she briskly rose up. "Last time I checked grown men knew how to control their tempers, Bryan," he felt her get off the bed. "Jaelyn --" he heard his bedroom door shut. "Jaelyn?" Silence. What the fuck? "Jaelyn!" No answer. Was she serious? She was just going to leave him like this? He took a deep breath. She wouldn't do that. Would she? Five minutes after that thought he really wasn't so sure. He was beginning to get angry. The door opened and shut again. He was too livid to speak. "Evidently someone needs to cool off..." He heard her say. He almost screamed when he felt a large shock of icy cold liquid splash onto his face and torso. "Fuck, Jaelyn!" he shouted, she'd just soaked him and his bed and he was now beyond pissed. "Ah ah ah, Bryan, watch your mouth when you're speaking to me, please honey. I really don't appreciate your language. You will treat me with respect at all times, understand?" She said. "Jaelyn, take these handcuffs off of me," he said calmly. He waited. No response. He felt her get on the bed and straddle him again. From the feel of her skin against his, she didn't have any clothes on. His dick immediately perked up -- at least part of him was happy. She leaned down and licked his ear, sucking his ear lobe and tugging it gently with his teeth. "Can you say pretty please?" she whispered hotly in his ear. There was no doubt that he was turned on and that pissed him off even more. "Pretty please?" he gritted out, unable to cover up the anger in his voice. He'd fought for her, and this was how she treated him? He heard her laugh. "No, not like that. You have to say it on my pussy." He felt her raise up and straddle his face, her pussy brushing against his lips. Fuck being angry, he thought and slid his tongue as deep as it would go into her hot cunt. He almost smiled at the way she moaned and ground her pussy onto his tongue, but his mouth was too full of her. He removed his tongue and put his lips around her clit and licked his lips over again, tasting her with each brush of his tongue. He hummed loudly, and Jaelyn swiftly hopped off of him. "Oh, you are a bad boy Bryan," she said and he could just picture her shaking her pretty little head at him in a way that only a good seductress could do. Oh fuck! He thought, not for the first time today, when she slammed her tight, wet pussy onto his rigid cock. If he had came in her pussy just then it would serve her right, but unfortunately he wasn't made that way. Though it felt like nothing he'd ever felt before, he maintained his load. "Careful Jaelyn, if you're trying to teach me a lesson about being responsible, you're certainly not leading by example," he whispered. She removed the bandanna from his face and he stared into her beautiful eyes. She was gorgeous sitting on top of him like that, his dick was in her pussy to the hilt, and she was just sitting there looking at him with lust in her eyes. She slowly rose up and stopped right before the head of his cock slipped out of her pussy. "I'll take the handcuffs off of you on one condition, Bryan" she said, her thighs taut and straining from maintaining her position, taking it like the champ she was. This girl is amazing, Bryan thought. "And what's that?" He asked and she slammed down onto his dick once again. Oh, what was she trying to do to him? He hadn't thought he was ready to be a father, but this girl was making him think all kinds of crazy thoughts. "I don't want you fighting over me anymore. I'd prefer that you didn't fight period -- but you may have to protect yourself or someone else one day so I'll leave that alone. Baby, you don't have anything to prove to anyone. I'm sure Keith said something stupid to get you so angry, I know how he is, but he -- nobody is worth risking your future for. I wouldn't have been angry with you if you'd just ignored him. I love you, Bryan. Seeing you hurt tore me apart, and yet seeing you hurt someone else terrified the hell out of me! Especially since I knew in my heart it was all because of me -- it was my fault. And I was ready to leave you just like that, I was actually afraid of you, Bryan, do you know how that feels to be afraid of someone you thought you knew -- someone who'd been your best friend for more than two years -- someone who became your lover? Damn, Bryan, I know you care about me, but please, try not to let your self get into that position again. I don't care what anybody says about me." Bryan looked at the tears in her eyes and his stomach sank. He nodded his head and she unlocked the handcuffs. He sat up and grabbed her into a hug, not missing the fact that her pussy was still wrapped tightly around his cock, but not paying it too much attention either. He'd actually scared her; she'd wanted to leave him. He'd hurt her and the pain in her eyes illustrated that fact. "I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over me, I never wanted to be that person, I never wanted to be like him," he said and then mentally kicked himself. She pulled away from him. "Who?" She asked staring at him with those big brown eyes. "My dad," he answered reluctantly. "But let's not talk about him. You were in the middle of teaching me a lesson?" He wiggled his hips and raised an eyebrow for emphasis. For a moment he thought she wasn't going to let it go and then he saw her reassign. They'd fought enough battles in the past twenty four hours. He kissed her, loving the feeling of her sweet tongue against his. Then he rolled her onto her back, placing her onto the icy cold, soaking covers. She didn't seem to mind at all. He slid almost all of the way out of her pussy and thrust back in. She felt so good! She echoed the sentiment in a loud moan. "Do you want me to put a condom on?" he asked, though he secretly wasn't happy about the thought. "Bryan, I know I'm being silly and a little naïve, but you know when you're about to cum right?" He nodded. "Well, can you just pull out when the time comes? I really like the feel of just you inside of me and no barriers. I knew I would prefer it this way, but maybe we could do it just this once and then use protection the rest of the time?" She asked shyly. He was amazed at how quickly she'd turned from seductive tormentor to born again virgin, but he liked it. "Okay, but Jaelyn, I don't want to be gentle," he warned. He'd try if that's what she needed, but at the moment he couldn't make any guarantees. "Good, cause I don't want you to be either," she said and it was music to his ears. He leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucked on it and began grinding his dick into her pussy. As he moved from one breast to the other he thrust hard into her pussy, enjoying the moans she made. Her tight cunt wrapped around his cock and he wanted to scream. She was his and he thrust deeply inside of her again to silently reiterate that claim. He hadn't felt like this about anyone before and damned if he could have stopped what he said next. "You're mine Jae," and he slowed, afraid of her reaction. She seemed oblivious and he was relieved. Then he heard her respond. "I'm yours Bryan," Those simple words pushed him over the edge and he drove into her over and over again with a force that could only have come from above. "Oh Bryan! Oh God!" She screamed as he continued pushing into her. He loved the feel of her wrapped around his cock and he continued his ministrations as he kissed her roughly. His hand navigated to her breast and he squeezed and slid his tongue deep into her mouth and slammed into her again. He felt her pussy constrict on his cock at the same time he felt his dick shudder. Shit! He pulled out and quickly slipped the finger of one hand inside her pussy to finish her off using his thumb to stimulate her clit. He used the other hand to relieve himself. The sensation of him coming on her stomach must have heightened her passion because she shuddered and her hot juices flooded his probing hand. He looked at her -- her back arched, her nipples pointed to perfection, her face expressing every peak of her release -- he fell in love, again. \~ Bryan lay in his bed, enjoying the night air that flowed through his apartment from the open windows. He and Jaelyn had made love throughout the majority of the day, on the table, in the shower, up against the wall. Now the sheets from his pull-out bed were freshly dried and Jaelyn was curled up contently in his arms. A question popped into his head. "Jaelyn, where'd you get those handcuffs?" He asked, curiosity getting the best of him. She giggled. "Sometimes Kim, Adrianna and I go on these little shopping missions. I picked those up on a particular mission we called our 'fantasy frenzy'. We are pretty cheesy at times, but I knew they'd come in handy one day," she laughed, a little embarrassed. "You did!" he asked, teasing her. "Yep... Bryan?" She turned and looked up at him. "Uh huh?" The way she stared at him made him feel...strong, capable...loved. "So what happened? I didn't even ask; I was so upset..." she said. "They basically gave us a slap on the wrist. Asked if either of us wanted to press charges, I thought Keith was going to say yeah for a minute, but then he evidently changed his mind. So we got off with a warning. They felt the need to let us know that we weren't kids anymore and that the next time something like that happened, we'd be treated like the men we are. We were just lucky it happened on campus." "Lucky? Won't you get in trouble with the university?" She asked, chewing her bottom lip. "No, the university isn't going to do anything when the cops didn't," he told her. He'd worried about the same thing, but when he'd spoken with the sheriff, the man had assured him that he'd make sure there wasn't a problem. Somehow the sheriff 'knew they were good kids'. Bryan leaned over and sucked on the bottom lip that she was treating so rudely and ran his tongue over it. "Good night, Jaelyn," he said. "Good night Bryan," she responded sleepily. They'd definitely worn each other out. Bryan woke up to the sound of a light knocking at his door. He looked at his clock. It was nine in the morning; who the hell was that? He carefully shifted out of bed so as not to wake Jaelyn and threw on some shorts and a tank top. He shuffled to the door and opened it. Boy was he tired of surprises. He stared into the grey eyes of one of his good experiences over the summer -- Rhia. "Rhia, what are you doing here?" he didn't mean to be rude, but that was the only thing that came out. "I wanted to surprise you, hope you don't mind, your mom gave me your address. I mean we agreed to just be friends, but we never ruled out benefits -- mind if I come in?" she asked, brushing past him, making sure that she made deliberate contact with his body. When she walked in and saw Jaelyn lying in bed she froze, her face turning a bright pink that clashed with her fiery curls. "Who's that?" she whispered, taken aback. Bryan cringed; he didn't like this situation one bit. "Rhia, that's my girlfriend, Jaelyn," he answered glancing over at Jaelyn and praying she wouldn't wake up. She looked so pretty and peaceful lying there and he sure didn't want her angry at him again -- actually, considering the make up sex they'd have later... "Wow. This is awkward. Bryan, I'm so sorry. I really shouldn't have come here like this. I don't know what I was thinking. I'll leave right now. Sorry. Bye," Rhia stuttered, visibly flustered before rushing back out the door. Wow was right. Bryan relaxed. He took his clothes back off and got back in bed beside Jaelyn, wrapping his arms around her snuggly. "Friends with benefits, huh?" she muttered her eyes still closed. Bryan chuckled, though he knew he should have been ashamed of himself. \~ Keith groaned. It had been two months since the incident with Bryan and his nose still seemed sore. He wished he was the type of person that could hold a grudge, but he wasn't -- especially when he knew he'd crossed the line. In fact, if he was completely honest with himself he respected Bryan for taking up for Jaelyn that way. He couldn't say he would have reacted like that if he'd been in Bryan's shoes; he probably would have laughed and put their business right on front street. If you were getting in Jaelyn's panties you must be doing something right and he would have admitted it proudly. Man he envied the bastard, though. A knock at the door startled him out of his reverie and he dragged his eyes from the football game on television. Where was his roommate at when he needed him? The guy was forever on cruises and vacations etcetera. He didn't know how he completed his classes. Keith reluctantly got up and opened the door. It was Cindy. She looked rough. Her pretty green eyes were red and puffy and her face was blotchy as if she'd been crying for hours. He swallowed a big lump of guilt and opened the door so that she could come in. "Cindy," he started. "Oh you know my name," she said wryly, sniffling and hesitantly walking inside. "Look, I'm sorry about that night. I shouldn't have treated you like that and you have every right to hate me," What was he saying? First he was forgiving the motherfucker that smashed his nose and now he was apologizing for giving some chick what she'd wanted all along -- he was turning into a full blown pussy. But staring at her, he knew he wasn't about to take the words back. She looked fucking miserable. She didn't sit down; she stood in the middle of the room and stared at him until he started to feel uncomfortable. "I'm pregnant," she whispered. Keith's stomach sank. Damn. No wonder she felt like shit. He thought about asking if she was sure it was his but the fact that she'd even stepped foot in his house to tell him meant everything. He was sure that if she'd had a choice, she would have never seen his face again. The fact that she'd braved it upped his respect for her considerably. Damn. "So what are we going to do?" he asked after taking a long breath. To his horror she burst into tears. He immediately walked over to her and grabbed her into his arms. He'd have to go get his estrogen levels checked out, the reaction was so natural. "Shhh...don't cry," he murmured. "I'm...just so happy you said 'we'," she said looking up at him, tears flowing down her face. After she calmed down a bit, she continued. "I don't believe in abortion Keith. I'm keeping the baby, I just couldn't have the baby and not let you know, though I really wanted to after --" she stopped. She didn't have to continue, Keith knew what she meant and suddenly he was determined to rectify that. First he had to take care of something else though. "Cindy, I'm here for you, I support your decision. I know you have every reason to doubt me, every reason to cut me from your life, but I'm glad you didn't. It's not the baby's fault that we were irresponsible, I'll do my best to be a good dad," Keith meant it with all his heart. If his own father had witnessed what he'd been up to for the past few years he'd be rolling in his grave, but now, with the news that he'd just been hit with, he felt like a whole new person, he was scared as hell, but determined to do the right thing. \~ Jaelyn sighed. She was stuffed to the brink and was having an excellent holiday. She spent Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve at Bryan's house with his mother and little sister and they spent Christmas Day at her house with her family. They planned on spending New Year's Day there as well. When she'd come home, she was surprised to feel a bit of awkwardness. In college, living on campus, it was almost a totally different world, college students got away with a lot more than people in the "real world". So when she was suddenly hit with the fact that Bryan was White (though it seemed silly), she got a little scared. Neither of their families made any comments, but there were curious glances that seemed to scream things like "do they know what they're doing?" or "are they actually serious?" She admitted that she could have been a bit paranoid; she'd never brought a guy home before, let alone a White guy. On top of that, she'd lost her virginity and though she didn't regret being with Bryan in that way, she couldn't help wondering if her parents would be disappointed in her if they knew. Her mother evidently noticed her discomfort. This evening after supper she'd knocked quietly on Jaelyn's bedroom door before entering. Jaelyn had stared at her mother, still beautiful and fit at forty two years of age. She watched as her mother sat beside her on the bed. "You seem slightly uncomfortable tonight baby, is anything wrong?" Her mother had some sort of sixth sense when it came to her only child. It used to frustrate her, growing up she couldn't had anything if she'd wanted to, but today she was glad for the opportunity to put everything out in the open. Only she didn't know where to start. So she just said it. "Bryan's White," she said. Her mother looked at her strangely before giggling. "I'm sorry honey, I thought you knew that. Do they cut the lights off on that campus of yours?" Jaelyn smiled, her mother was cheesy but she did have a point. "No I mean - I'm just now realizing that I'm in a serious relationship with a White guy, and wondering what that means. I mean on campus we can walk around together, hand in hand and it's not a big deal but here at home we walk around at the park or in the stores and we get stares. Plus I wonder what you all think about it, you know that I brought home a White guy," Jaelyn said. She knew her family wasn't racist and looked down upon anyone who was. Any person who disliked someone because of their race or any other physical difference was considered ignorant. Yet her family wasn't color blind either, they knew what it was to be Black in a predominantly White society, they knew that racism still existed and she wondered if the fact that she'd crossed the "race barrier" somehow changed her in their eyes. "Honey, I admit that I was a bit surprised. I mean, we knew Bryan was a very good friend of yours, we knew he was White, but we didn't know that the first time we'd meet him, he would be introduced as your boyfriend. Yes I knew that when you were ready, you'd bring a guy home, no I did not think he would be White," her mother giggled again. "But you have a way of doing things your way, Jaelyn. I like that about you and I wouldn't expect you to be any different about falling in love, especially when falling in love isn't anything you can control. I have no problem with Bryan being White, nor does your father. I see that he is a good young man, and as long as he continues to treat you with the respect you deserve he's just fine with me. I can tell he makes you very happy and what parent wouldn't like seeing a smile on her daughter's face every day?" Jaelyn smiled, relieved. "Thanks mom," she gave her mother a big hug. "So you love him, huh?" her mother asked. "Yes I do. I loved him as a best friend, and now I love him as a man. It's funny how simple it was for that transition to take place," Jaelyn said in wonder. "Would you marry him?" Her mother asked. "Yes, I would," Jaelyn hadn't even let her mind stray that far but now that the question was out, she knew without a doubt that if Bryan asked, she'd say yes in a heartbeat. Just thinking about him made her wish that they weren't staying in her parents' home so that she could pay him a little extra attention. "Good, I would be heartbroken if my only daughter was sleeping with someone she didn't love and wouldn't marry," Her mother gave her a knowing look. She hadn't gotten away that easily. She took a deep breath and mentally cursed, the truth always comes to the light anyway. Inwardly she laughed, though she knew she had some explaining to do. \~ Bryan smiled. He knew he'd made a good impression with Jaelyn's family this past couple of days. The best part was he'd done it by simply being him self. When Jaelyn's father Darryl asked what his intentions were for his daughter in that serious I'm-a-father-and-I-will-kill-you type of way, with all of Jaelyn's uncles and male cousins in the room, Bryan was nervous as hell. All eyes turned to him, but he knew why he was with Jaelyn though and he answered honestly. He was a family oriented man and he planned to one day marry Jaelyn. Darryl simply smiled and said: "good answer" and they all continued playing the latest football video game on PS3 and eating the appetizers that were being served. Thinking about that moment, he fingered the precious object in his pocket that had been in Jaelyn's family for generations. Darryl had given it to him later on after he'd formally asked for Jaelyn's hand when they were alone. Now he waited in anticipation for New Year's Eve. He hoped -- he knew -- he prayed she'd say "yes". **The End**

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Title: Houston Ch. 2 Tags: prick pressing, napkin lap, inside make, started apply, beautiful lady, kissed tip, make woman, heather looked, feel head, butt crack *In the previous installment I described my first erotic experience with a transsexual lady who I met while working in Houston Texas in 1999. This is a continuation that takes our experience from the initial meeting to a night on the town and her deflowering. I was working as a construction manager for a national company at the time, with a territory that encompassed the western US along with Kentucky, Indiana and Tennessee. In future stories I will be relating some of the true things that happened to me on these forays into the exotic and erotic. The story continues:* We rested together in each other's arms, savoring the warmth and sexual release we had experienced. Heather was cupped against me with her arms and legs intertwined with mine. Her hard prick had been pressing against my butt crack.for the duration of the time we rested, her hips slowly and continuously nudging forward into my ass. Her leaking pre-cum had made the area slippery as each successive thrust was held longer and longer. My cock was once again hard as she reached around with her smallish hand to gently grasp it and lightly trace her fingers around the base of the head. As she slowly manipulated the head, brushing ever so lightly around it, my hips picked up a rhythm of their own thrusting into her hand and then backing into her hardness. She whispered in my ear... "Ted, will you grant me one last wish before you take me as a woman?" "What is it?" I whispered back. " I lived for twenty plus years as a man", Heather said, "I have a daughter and had a great wife until I felt uncomfortable in a man's body. We tried to work it out, but she couldn't take it, me wanting to be a woman, dressing and hiding so our friends wouldn't find out. Anyway, I just want to experience what a man feels one last time...would you..." Her voice trailed off and her hip pressed against my butt. "I've never done this before", I said, "but I guess that since I am taking your virginity tonight, I can let you take mine." With that she pushed against my hole, the pressure increasing, until, at long last, I felt her enter me. She was not very big, about the size of my thumb, but five or six inches long. I gasped as she entered and she stopped her movement. After a few seconds, she started back in, then pulled back slightly, then thrust in again-this time filling my ass to the hilt. I felt her bottom out and her balls slapped against my butt. She fucked me for about ten minutes...I would squeeze on her cock as she pulled back then relax as she pushed back into me. I could feel the head of her cock pressing on my prostate, eliciting groans of satisfaction that I was surprised to hear coming from me as she moved in and out with a tantalizing tempo. Suddenly her tempo increased and I could feel her cock harden more and grow inside me. She licked at my ear and bit my neck and shoulder as she made one final thrust upward into me and held it as if frozen in place. Her cock throbbed with each beat of her heart and then I felt the warm release deep inside me. After what seemed to be a minute, my cock began to throb and I let loose an orgasm that felt like it came from my toes, spraying cum all over the bed and side table. We relaxed, kissing and fondling each other as we came down from our sexual high. I didn't feel like I had done anything taboo, just loved a beautiful lady who needed me and needed to be comforted. After a while we got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for Heather's night out as a real woman. We hit the shower (together, of course) and spent the entire time soaping each other up as we became aroused again. I took the bar of soap and gingerly soaped the tips of her tits, making them stand out like little erasers. After I did her breasts my hands slid to her ass. I squeezed it and then moved lower to her asshole. Slowly I struck first one, then a second finger in her ass and sawed them back and forth like I was fingering a pussy. She backed into them and groaned, her mouth opening and straining to say something. She mouthed something, but no words came out, just a gutteral moan that gradually increased into a panting scream as she came. The sinews stood out on the insides of her legs as she seemed rooted in that one spot in the shower and shook with pleasure. I don't know how long we were in the shower, but we were both pretty well 'pruned' up by the time we got out and dried each other. Heather went to the make up case and started to apply a fresh coat of eyeliner and "powder her nose." I looked at my watch and saw that it was now about 4:30 in the afternoon. I had no idea where the time went, but I sure did enjoy how we spent it. Five thirty came and we got into my rental, headed east on the Katy freeway towards a club that Heather wanted to go to. She said it had a swanky restaurant, good food, and usually had a pretty good band. We drove for about ten minutes, then turned south for a few blocks. The club was tucked back off the main drag and had very little advertising out front. We parked the car and before we went in, kissed long and hard for a few minutes. Heather looked exquisite in her black dress...low cut in the front and back, about mid thigh length, and split on both sides of her torso from the waist to just below her breasts. Three inch heels and black stockings rounded off the ensemble, which made her stand about 5' 11 as we went to the door. Black tresses fell around her shoulders and down her back to complete the image. If I didn't know better, I would say that I had the most beautiful, sensuous woman in all of Houston on my arm as we entered the club. Once inside, we were ushered to a booth in a dark corner. We were separated from the main floor by a serving station, so no one could see us. The tablecloth fell just low enough so you could look straight at the table and never know if anything was going on underneath. The waiter came to us and told us about the specialty of the house and suggested a very tasty wine. We ordered and I could not keep my eyes or hands off Heather as we sat together. My hand was rubbing up the inside of her thigh as her fingernails traced the outline of my cock through the leg of my trousers. We were slightly preoccupied when the waiter returned with the appetizers and wine. He smiled as he set the barbeque'd prawns in front of us, then, seeing our napkins still folded on the table, started to put them across our laps. He took a little time unfolding Heather's and as he draped it across her lap, she let out a surprised sigh, then smiled at the waiter. He came to me and with a flourish, placed my napkin in my lap, noticing the placement of Heather's fingers. Backing away from the table, he asked if we wanted more privacy. I said that we were OK, but to take his time in bringing the dinners. He nodded and with a knowing grin said that he would stretch out the dinner. "I don't believe it" Heather stammered. "He copped a feel when he was putting the napkin in my lap" she continued "and I think that he knows our secret." "I don't care if the whole world knows that I am here with you," I said "Because I am here with a divinely beautiful lady tonight." My hand continued to trace circles on her inner thigh, eliciting familiar moans of pleasure as they worked higher. I reached the apex, and finding her cock tucked under, moved the panties aside and freed it from its satin clad confines. Ever so lightly I let my fingers trace delicate circles around the head, feeling her arousal seeping out again. Our dinner arrived and we ate a sumptuous feast, following it with a marvelous crème broullet and some Irish coffee. When the band finally came on, we were feeling very loose. We danced several fast tunes, but spent most of the evening looking into each others eyes as we pressed our bodies together on the slow ones. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world as almost every eye (ladies too) was on Heather while we danced. Her lithe figure undulated to the music as she ground her pelvis against mine, her freed prick pressing against my crotch like a rapier in the skilled hands of a swordsman. Shehad her hands wrapped around my neck, looking longingly into my eyes, teasing my hair with her nimble fingers as we danced. All too soon, it was about 11:30 and we decided to call it a night. We walked arm and arm out to our waiting steed and started an inexorably long drive back to Heather's place. Time seemed to stand still as we waited for several lights, then back onto the Katy freeway for the last dash. It seemed like an eternity, but we made it at last as the radio announcer said that it was midnight. Heather fumbled with her keys as we tried to get the door open, laughing and kissing all the time. Once inside, we started taking each other's clothes off as we headed for the bedroom and the pleasures that awaited us. We tumbled into bed, our mouths seeking each other's and hands fondling whatever we could get hold of. Suddenly, Heather stopped and looked deep into my eyes while she held my head in her hands. "I'm ready" she said, "take me and make me a woman. I want you desperately. I want you inside me. I want you to make love to me." Her last words hissed out of her mouth and her eyes closed to mere slits as she pulled me to her, kissing me deeply and strongly. I took her in my arms and cuddled her hot body against mine. "Your wish is my command" I said with a mock gallantry, my voice quivering with excitement. I pushed her back into the bed as I trailed kisses over her forehead and kissed the tip of her cute button nose, pausing to give it a little nip. My hands lightly palmed her right tit and brushed over the erect nipple causing a rapid intake of breath. Heather moaned my name and I responded by moving my tongue to her ears and neck, whipping small circles of moistness on her skin. Her body arched upwards from the bed as if trying to spear some invisible being with her cock. I moved my lips down her body until I was between her legs, facing that darling little piece of flesh. Her cock seemed more like an oversized clitoris now, the tip red and poking out from her ball sac. I lightly kissed the very tip sending her over the edge into a loud, crashing orgasm. Her clit throbbed with each heartbeat, her hips stabbing the air, sinews on her legs taut and quivering as she came. I held on to her ass with both hands, squeezing her cheeks as hard as I could and taking her clit into my mouth all the way till my nose was buried in her pubes. With all the suction I could muster, I pulled back on it and let it slide out till I held just the tip in my mouth again. Using my teeth I nipped at the tender flesh causing her to scream again, this time into the pillow as her head thrashed back and forth-her long black hair flying in all directions. "Ohhhh Gawd" she mumbled, "I just had the most intense orgasm I have ever had, but I didn't shoot. It felt like I was one mass pleasure being". I licked lower then, pausing to push my tongue into her butt crack. The tip played with her anus slowly insinuating itself into the rosy bud. My finger soon followed, widening the hole lubricated by spit. I pushed it in to the hilt, then pulled back slowly and followed with a second finger on the next stroke. My tongue was back at her clit now, licking up and down the shaft and around the head, saliva dripping onto my fingers as I continued to bury them in her butt. I added a third and was rewarded with a long gasp. "I can't believe the feeling down there, " she cried out in ecstasy. "It feels like my insides are churning and there is electricity in my pussy. My clit is on fire and, oh gawd...just take me. Make me a woman...NOW." Slowly I left my place between her legs and worked myself back up her body till we were facing each other, my body pressed down on hers. My cock rubbed over the top of her clit, balls slapping against her ass. "How do you want it Heather?" was all I asked. "Oh gawd, I don't care,"she puffed in reply, her head thrashing from side to side on the pillow. "I just want you inside me...make love to me." I reached down and hooked my arms under her legs, bringing them up towards her chest. Moving my turgid member towards her hole, I paused and took some lube from the side table, quickly coating my cock and letting some rip onto her puckered anus. I slid it back and forth a couple of times, wetting her crack and making it slippery, then put the tip at her opening. I paused, then started to apply pressure with a steady thrust. I felt her stop breathing for a second, then let out a long guttural wail as she pushed back against me. Suddenly I felt the sphincter muscle loosen and I slid inside aobut an inch or so, the tip basking in the boiling inferno. I paused and let Heather get used to the size, then continued a slow sawing back and forth until I was all the way inside her. The heat was incredible and it felt like a wet, velvet glove was gripping my cock. I could feel the head expand with each heartbeat and could also feel her muscles contract with her heart's rhythm. Heather looked up at me with a blank stare then slowly started to thrust back up at me causing me to start a slow fucking in and out of her. Her clit was caught up between our pelvises rubbing back and forth in my pubic hair as we danced an ancient dance of lust. We continued this dance for about five minutes, me trying to hold back my urge to cum and her craning her neck to watch me sliding in and out of her hole. "Mmmmmm" she purred as she bit her lower lip, leaving red teeth marks from the pressure. "I'mmmmmm goooiiinnnggg toooo cuuuuuummm" was her raspy reply to my thrusting cock. She arched her back and thrust upwards on my cock, impaling me deeper than I thought possible, and lifting my body off the bed. Holding the position for a few seconds, I felt her muscles milking the shaft and trying to suck me in further. I lost it. My cock started to throb uncontrollably as I felt the pressure build from my balls and race up the shaft. My seed spilled out in hot jets painting the inside of her pussy. I don't know how long I continued to spurt, but it seemed like an eternity as my hot jism filled her bowels, spilling out around the side of my cock as I continued my thrusting motion. Moaning now, Heather lay back, me still embedded in her and relaxed. "Thank you" was all she said. "My pleasure, m'am" the simple reply. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* We fell asleep in each other's arms. I don't know exactly when, but I awoke with her tonguing my now deflated cock back to life. After she had me at full hardness, she turned her back to me and moved her ass against my cock, slowly putting me back in. It went easier this time, a slow languorous session of love making that ended with the sun's rays splitting the drapes and birds waking us up with their music. We spent the rest of the weekend in her bed and on her couch and in every other room of the house, fucking like two lusty teens in heat. We kept in contact over the next few months, but then drifted apart as my work carried me to other parts of the country and other escapades. When I last heard from her, she was living full time as a female, working for a computer company doing specialty programming. And yes, she had a fiancé...her wish now fulfilled. Heather had become a woman in every sense of the word.

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Title: Don't Tell Him That! Tags: long dick, blow job, sucking, impaled, group, group sex "Don't tell him that!. He'll do it!" Everyone laughed, because they knew Anna was correct - her husband would do almost anything that he was challenged to do. The problem was that this time it seemed to be a little over the top. The three "Best friend couples" were together, as they often were, at Anna and Ben's pool. The guys were all in the pool and the women relaxing on the loungers when the conversation started, somehow ending in Rylee's challenge to Ben - "Take off your trunks." As Anna had said, Ben was up to the challenge. Standing beside the pool wall, however, noone could see him, or could even tell if he had truly done it. "Well, let's see!" Rylee encouraged. Ben raised his arm, holding his trunks above him. He was truly naked. "Now throw them here," she teased. Without really thinking about it, Ben threw his trunks toward Rylee. A good shot, actually. She caught them and held them for a minute, until Ben asked for them back. Rylee paused to consider the situation, then said, "No. I don't think so." She folded the trunks and placed them on her lounge, sitting right on top of them. Looking at Ben she said, "Now, you can come get them if you want them." Rylee knew she had gone too far as soon as she heard herself saying it. Yet somehow, she was feeling naughty enough that she wasn't sorry she had said it. She was even hoping that he would keep it going. Yeah, get out of the water and come over. Let's see that body. Ben hesitated. He wasn't sure what to do. He wasn't shy, didn't mind if people looked at his body. He had nothing to be ashamed of. He was just wondering if doing that would upset any of his friends. He didn't think so. But what about his wife? Probably not, and a quick glance in her direction showed her a little amused at his situation. She didn't look bothered. He thought too himself, "Okay, why not? Give them a thrill." It was difficult for him to back away from a challenge anyhow. So Ben started climbing out of the pool. Everyone watched. The girls especially watched as his dick came into view. Ben had a great body. He was tall and fairly muscular, and very fit from both the gym and his running and biking competitions. But what got everyone's attention, of course, was his dick. It hung below him, well over the length of the other husbands'. It was actually the biggest that any of them had seen. As he walked towards the lounges it swung hypnotically from side to side. His wife Anna knew all about it, but Jessica knew quite a bit as well. She and Ben had dated for a while before they met their current spouses. It was no longer awkward between them, but Jessica had flashbacks at this moment while thinking of when she had made good use of his dick. He was bigger than her husband's. It never bothered her, but it did bring back memories. By the time Ben reached Rylee's lounge his dick was growing rapidly. He was not unaware of all eyes staring at him, but mostly his mind was concentrating on how to get his trunks back from Rylee. She was sitting on them. And only a couple of inches of material stuck out in front of her. As he stood directly in front of her he thought of grabbing the trunks from behind her, where most of them must be sticking out. Or maybe he should reach down in front and grab it - which would mean that he would have to touch her barely covered pussy. Or better yet, maybe he should really make her sorry and purposely grab a handful of pussy, maybe even slipping inside her material. Maybe teach her a lesson about trying to tease him. Suddenly Ben felt something strange, an electrical charge through his entire body. It was coming from his... from his dick! While hesitating on what to do, he hadn't realized how close he was standing to Rylee, and as his dick grew in size it got even closer. It was nearly sticking in her face, and Rylee had reached her tongue out and licked the head. Licked all around the head. It had caught him by total surprise, and he was trying to remember if he had cried out at the glorious sensation she had caused. Once again, Rylee did not know why she had done that. Yes, she was still feeling naughty, but seriously! Ben's big, beautiful hard-on was pointing right at her, almost touching her face. What could she have done? Rocked backwards and hidden like a frightened little girl? No, that wasn't her. And besides, she had really wanted to. She had to seize on this opportunity. But when she did it she immediately thought of how her husband would feel about it. A look over at Todd showed that he was surprised, but he seemed to like the surprise. He liked it when she was a little nasty, and now seemed to be okay if she was nasty with another guy! A glance at Ben's wife Anna showed that she was loving it. Since they seemed to be okay, and Ben had not backed away, Rylee wondered how they would feel if she went even further. And with that she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of Ben's dick. Looking at Todd and Anna only showed that they seemed to like this even more. So it was on! Rylee started sucking on Ben's dick, taking more of it into her mouth, loving the feel of it. She did like sucking cock. She knew Ben didn't get many blow jobs - Anna and Jessica both had said how they didn't like to do it, and saved them for special ocassions. In fact, she didn't know of any of her friends who liked to give head - at least not like she did. She really enjoyed it, and now she was enjoying sucking on Ben's, and thinking of how much he had to be enjoying it as well. It was all Ben could do to look over at his wife. Anna was looking on with enjoyment, it seemed. Perhaps studying the technique so she could use it on him? Okay, that was probably too much to ask, knowing how she disliked blow jobs. But he had no more time to think about her. She wasn't objecting, and Rylee was really sucking on him now. She moved his cock in and out of her mouth, licking the shaft with her tongue as she went. She was only working on half of the shaft, maybe less, but her hand was tight around the base, stroking in rhythm with her mouth. She was performing the best blow job that he could remember ever getting. Rylee pulled her mouth off Ben's cock, taking several deep breaths. It filled her mouth so completely she could not breath. She briefly thought about stopping, in case she had gone too far, but she did not sense any objections from anyone. So at this point she could not stop his pleasure. - or hers. With two hands now wrapped around the shaft, she pumped Ben's cock from base to head. He felt his knees getting weak, but he wasn't about to let them buckle. It might end this if he did, and there is only one way he wanted this to end. He reached down and managed to grab the cups of Rylee's suit top. Pulling it straight up, her tits came bouncing out. He only got a quick feel of them, however, as she was leaning in to take him back into her mouth. His sight of them was cut off as well, leaving them for the pleasure of the others to enjoy. But he didn't care - her mouth was once again around his cock, trying to take more of it inside. Todd was right. She was a great cocksucker. Todd and Ian had stayed in the pool when this whole thing had started, but when she first licked Ben's cock they had to get a closer look. Still with their suits on, of course, they had gotten out of the pool and walked towards the others. Slowly, not wanting to miss a second of this extraordinary show. With all eyes on the performing couple the guys came up to the other two girls, who had a great view of everything. Ian could have gone over to his wife Jessica's side, but instead stopped at Anna's lounger. He sat down right beside her while she watched her husband getting blown by Todd's wife. Todd then had no choice - at least in his overheated mind - but to go over beside Jessica. He never gave any thought as to why Ian didn't naturally go to his own wife, but he was very satisfied to be next to Jessica as she stood watching beside her own lounge. Todd thought Jessica had the best ass of the three girls, and he wasted no time in putting his arm around her waist. Actually a little lower than her waist. Her ass just naturally drew his attention. It really must have been natural, because Todd wasn't paying much attention to what he was doing. It as if his actions were on automatic. All of his conscious thought was concentrated on the show being performed. And when Jessica just naturally leaned into him, it was clear she was overwhelmed by the show as well. When Ian sat beside Anna - legs touching, by the way - his hand dropped onto her leg. Actually about mid way up above her knee. Not what he intended, but he couldn't help but notice the feel of the softer, inside flesh where he landed. He also could not help but notice her legs spread at his touch, so his hand naturally went further up towards her crotch. His hand could feel a bit of her tiny bikini bottom. If his dick was hard before, it became like steel now. As Rylee's mouth descended on Ben's cock again, Anna reached over, kind of pushing on the rod that stuck up, tenting Ian's swim trunks. They were getting very uncomfortable, actually hurting, so Ian did what seemed natural. He lifted himself up and pulled his trunks out from under him, exposing himself down to mid thigh. He had given no thought to whether this would help or hurt whatever might be happening with Anna. Anna, it turned out, was getting hot as hell watching her husband's cock be devoured by her friend. She needed a cock to play with at this moment, and suddenly one popped out. She wrapped her hand around it and squeezed, hard enough that she thought she might be hurting him. She wasn't trying to hurt him, but she didn't really care too much, either. Ian's cock was no match for the size of her husband's, but it was nice nonetheless. And it was very, very hard. She was happy to squeeze it and start pumping it, but most of her attention was still on the couple up front. Rylee was now sucking Ben's cock, stroking him with one hand, and pulling at his balls with the other. Both were making noises, mostly humming. Ben couldn't decide if he needed to cum right now, or if he should try to make this heaven last as long as he could. About that time he knew he had no choice. Rylee could tell Ben was close now. His cock swelled even more, readying to unleash its contents. She wondered how much cum he would spurt, then realized that she didn't know where she wanted him to shoot it. Normally she enjoyed swallowing, but not always. This time she thought it would make a good show for the others if she let him shoot on her face. All over her face. Mmm, it excited her to just think about that. And then it wouldn't matter how much cum he produced, or how hard he shot it out. She did not want to choke and cough in front of her friends. She suddenly wanted to impress them. Make them jealous of her, and of the pleasure she could give a man doing what they didn't even like to do. Ben knew it was too late. No decision to make, he was going to cum. Here... it... cums.. At the last second Rylee took his cock out of her mouth and pumped it hard with her hand. She aimed it right at her face, and this last second sight made him even hotter. Harder. He shot hard. Splat! Right in the center of her nose. She kept pumping, and he kept shooting. Oh, it almost hurt it was so hard, but he loved it. He watched along with everyone else as he shot his sperm all over her face. She was coated with his cum, and smiling. Even licking his cum off her lips as it dripped down. Moans and murmurs came form the audience. She licked the head of his cock of the remnants, slowly and sexily, making chills run through Ben's body. When she finished she turned toward the others and licked more cum from her own face. She could hardly see them, able to only open one eye a little because of the cum Ben had deposited there. For a moment she thought there might be applause for her performance. She did deserve some. But from what she could see the others were too busy with their own urges. Anna had been feeling Ian's cock, squeezing and stroking, but her mind was mostly on the show and she did not want to get him too excited. But now, since Rylee had done such a great job at getting her hotter than she would have imagined, she needed some release as well. Glad now that she had not driven Ian too close to the edge, she was determined to have him inside of her. There was no doubt that she wanted this. It did not matter if her husband objected. He had given up that right tonight. Besides, he wouldn't have time to object even if he wanted to. With a quick swipe of both hands Anna pulled the bottom of her bikini out from under her, then swiftly down her legs. She stood to get them off, then sat back down on Ian's lap with her back to him. She had to guide his cock to its rightful place, but soon felt it pushing against her pussy. She held it tight and still while she got it seated in her hole, then pushed down savagely with her hips to bury his cock completely inside of her. She cried out at the intrusion, not caring what anyone else was thinking or doing. She raised her hips up and impaled herself twice more, crying out each time. Not because it hurt. No, her husband's cock was both thicker and longer than Ian's. This caused no pain for her, no matter how hard and fast it entered her. She was crying out because of the great relief she felt to finally have a cock in her pussy. After all of the teasing and excitement of the last many minutes, her pussy had been on fire. She never knew how watching another couple could turn her on. She didn't know if was better or worse with her husband being one half of the couple. She didn't care. She just needed to put out the fire that had built up in her pussy. After the first three hard thrusts she paused for a moment. She felt the hard cock that was deep inside her, and she liked it. Not as deep as Ben's, no, but it was quite satisfying. She rotated her hips, moving the cock around a little. With Ben it would not move. She would be stuffed full. Stretched to the limit. Even after all this time, her pussy was barely big enough to accommodate him. But, a bit to her surprise, this felt just about as great. She liked the little movement she could get with Ian's cock. And when she went back to pumping her hips she greatly enjoyed that as well. Before Ben had coated Rylee's face with his cum, Todd had moved his hand down to Jessica's full, beautiful ass. He squeezed it tightly with each new sensation that the show had provided, and was aware enough that Jessica was enjoying it. She leaned into him more, and pushed her ass into his hand as well. He slid his hand between her ass cheeks, pushing a finger up to place pressure on her pussy, just as Ben was erupting onto Rylee. Jessica knew what was coming. She knew what she wanted - what she needed. And in her experience when a woman decides to have sex the man has no decision to make. He usually wants it, and if he doesn't she usually gets her way anyhow. Tonight she felt there was no choice for any of them. The only question was if she would switch to her husband to get laid, or if she was about to have sex with Todd. She had never cheated on her husband, even since they had started dating seriously. But right now she could not imagine stopping long enough even to take the few steps toward her husband. And Todd's hands were driving her crazy. Maybe anyone's would have with the events that were going on tonight, but Todd was here, and it seemed exciting to have another man. Any thought of not having Todd vanished when she saw Anna descend onto her husband's cock. They were fucking! But instead of feeling jealous, she only felt the need to get a cock inside her. Come on! Hurry! Todd had paused to watch Ben's load coat Rylee's face, then Rylee played with the cum for her audience. Oh, fuck, what a temptress. But he had his own temptress right in his hands. Literally. Jessica was squirming as his finger pushed against her hole. He thought that she wanted to join the others in having this strange sexual experience, and it was already past time. With one tug of both hands he pulled her bikini bottoms down, falling all the way to the ground. "What an ass she has," he thought. When Jessica raised a leg to step out of her suit, her foot came down spread further apart. They both knew that she was asking for it. Todd stepped behind her, freeing his erection and settling it between her lovely ass cheeks. He stroked a couple times in there before placing his hand on her back and pushing down. Jessica knew what he wanted. "This is it," she thought. "Finally." she bent over at the waist and held herself up by placing her hands on the seat of the lounger. Bent over like that, spreading her legs even farther apart, she waited for what seemed like minutes to feel his cock enter her. She felt it pushed against her, but missing her hole. He seemed to be in such a hurry that he kept missing. He tried two or three times, but to Jessica it seemed more like ten! "Hurry!" she thought again. "Ohhhhh," moaned Jessica as she felt her pussy finally accepting Todd's cock. She had moaned out loud, but there were enough sounds being made by the others that she doubted if anyone noticed. Not that she cared. All she cared about was that a cock was being shoved into her. Her pussy had felt so hot and empty. Now the sensation of Todd's cock pushing her apart, drilling hard, deep inside her, released her long suppressed desires. She gave herself fully to the feelings. Todd was pushing into Jessica while watching Anna and Ian fucking. Soon he was watching no more. His eyes glazed over as Jessica's pussy squeezed around his cock. He unfastened her bikini top with one hand while he speared inside her, and moved the straps over to her shoulders enough to let them fall. They hung there on the top of her arms for a moment, then a few shrugs of her arms caused it to fall to her wrists and off. She didn't want to be dressed either. Todd reached under her to cup a full breast with one hand. It wasn't easy to grab on to as it was swinging wildly with each of his hard thrusts, but he got one and squeezed. And he couldn't help but stare at that lovely ass right in front of him. His other hand was at her waist, falling back to squeeze her fleshy ass cheek. This felt great. Nearly a dream come true. But with one hand on her ass and the other reaching under her on her breast, he was losing the ability to thrust as hard as wanted. So he reached both hands to Jessica's waist, holding on tightly and pulling her body roughly into him as he thrust inside her. It jolted them both, and with each thrust Jessica began crying out, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" Todd was growling as well. Rylee and Ben were left staring with amazement at what they had started - two couples rutting like pigs, both seeming to be fucking each other as hard as they could. In addition, Ben was watching his wife Anna pushing her body down onto his friend Ian's lap. That is, his cock. Her back was to Ian, which meant that she was facing Ben, who could not only see the fucking, but also the total ecstasy that his wife seemed to be having while riding another man's cock. Similarly, Rylee, the cum now cleaned away from her eyes, could watch her husband's face as he drilled his cock into her friend Jessica. He too was in ecstasy not only from fucking, but she knew how much he had always liked Jessica's ass. But Rylee could also see Jessica's face, and saw that she was loving the job he was doing to her. Rylee felt a little surprised that she wasn't jealous of Jessica, but she felt only excitement. Maybe Rylee felt this way because she was the only one at the party that was not getting off. She had enjoyed Ben's cock, and having her face covered with his cum. But that was not the same as an orgasm. It only made her need it more. That and her rutting friends (and husband) was driving her over the edge. Then she noticed Ben's cock. It was rock hard, and coming at her. He was pushing her back, trying to get her to lay down on the lounger. "Oh, fuck!" she thought. "He wants to fuck me! - Finally!" While she was being positioned and having her bottoms removed by Ben, Rylee had a moment to remember some things that Anna had said about her husband. Not just how big his cock was, which was now proven true, but also how quick his recovery time was. She had said that he often got another erection right after they had sex. She swore that sometimes he did not lose his erection after he came. This was a problem for her, because it was difficult to be fucked two times in a row. She would just get too sore because of his size - and exuberance. Sometimes she would submit to it, especially if the first time was quick or easy. Other times she would give him a hand job for his second time. Quite often he would just have to be satisfied with the one time, and he was such a gentleman that he was okay with that. But then he might be on her again in a few hours, like the morning after a bedtime fuck, and she could seldom say no to him. Looking at the hard dick hanging above her, she now knew that these stories were also true. But Rylee wanted it. There had been so much build up - the teasing, the excitement of just seeing his enormous cock, the blow job, the cum, the other couples fucking, her own husband, for crying out loud! How much could a girl take? Then she thought of another meaning of 'how much could she take?' Could she take his huge tool? Well, she wasn't worried. She needed a cock inside her, and her pussy was so wet she felt that a telephone pole would fit in it. Then all thoughts except her pussy went out of her head as she felt his cock pressing at her hole. Rylee felt Ben pushing her legs up. Up and out, stretching them apart as far as they would go. Then the shaft pushed harder against her pussy. Harder and harder, punching through finally, stretching her pussy farther than it had ever been stretched. It wasn't in very far, but the thickness was nearly overwhelming. It pulled out and pushed back in, and inch or less with each thrust. It seemed that each time she thought the next thrust was going to hurt, but after she was stretched, only the new inch caused any discomfort. No real pain. This was the biggest cock she had ever had, but her pussy had been stretched with some of the rough fucking she was used to. She began to moan with satisfaction. Ben fucked Rylee with long, easy strokes. He had already had a mind-blowing orgasm. True, he was ready for another, but the urgency was gone. He was enjoying the velvety feel of Rylee's vagina, the sensations of a new pussy being stretched out as he went. He was happy that if was not too tight, but quite snug. He was also happy that Rylee seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Perhaps more than that - she was squirming around with each thrust, trying to thrust back, letting squeaks and squeals escape her throat. They were both enjoying this pleasure, while the others seemed to be like animals in heat, simply trying to get to a climax. And both of the other couples were getting very close to a climax. Anna continued to take charge, as she had turned around to face Ian, still on his lap, then pushed him backward to lay down while she remained on top of him. She fucked him, bouncing up and down and also rotating her hips to get his cock pushed into all corners of her pussy. It wasn't stretched out, but it was full. She thought it was kind of nice to not be stretched to the limit for once, and she enjoyed feeling his cock move differently. They had both gotten to a fevered pitch by now. She was trying to coax an orgasm out of him before she had hers, and it was nearly there. She could feel his cock swell within her, and she did her best to increase the friction on it. Finally it was there. She knew he was past his stopping point, and began concentrating on her own. She made his cock rub her the way she liked. Actually, some ways that she didn't feel very often with that monster that was usually inside her. As he erupted inside her with a howl, Anna was able to rub her clit on his base. She felt him cumming inside her, and the two things set her off as well. They both called out, and Anna kept cumming even after Ian was finished. He remained hard enough for her to have several orgasms before she collapsed on top of him. Jessica was getting a pounding from Todd when they heard that couple scream out in relief, making them want their own release even more. Seeing Rylee getting fucked by Ben had made them even hotter. Jessica was now head down on the lounger's seat, Todd slamming into her from behind. Watching both of those couples, Todd knew that he was near the end. He reached underneath Jessica to find her clit, and began rubbing it. He had hardly begun when she yelled out in orgasm, but he was not about to quit. He hoped that she was multi-orgasmic. In any event, he had hold of her tightly. He was not stopping until he was done. He was pounding into Jessica with all his might, bringing her hips back to meet him on every thrust. After her orgasm she was moving less, but not totally still. She seemed to be wanting more, and he was giving it to her. Jessica was seeming more and more like dead weight, but Todd wasn't about to stop. His orgasm was building, building. Near the point of no return, he began grunting with each thrust. When it finally hit he saw stars, and slowed to hard, individual thrusts with each spurt of cum. He was reaching deep inside her pussy with each thrust, with each spurt. He could hardly stand as his knees were suddenly made of rubber. Letting Jessica down easily onto the lounge, he plopped down beside her, stroking that lovely ass that he may never see again. The other two couples had been watching their climax, but now all eyes were on Rylee and Ben. Just as it started, it would end with them putting on a show. Though it had been Rylee performing on Ben's cock, now she was still on his cock but Ben was in charge. Between her getting royally screwed and watching Jessica and Todd perform, Rylee exploded into another loud orgasm. The other couples couldn't keep their hands off the naked bodies of their partners as they watched the surreal scene in front of them. Ben had cum before, and would be happy to keep performing for the others, but he knew that it wouldn't last much longer. This was the most turned on that he had ever been, and he could feel his loins boil. He did not want to stretch it out any longer in case Rylee would get too sore. He stood tall, lifting Rylee's legs and pelvis along with him, so that he was now drilling his cock straight down into her pussy. She squeaked with each entry, which was harder now. The time was near. Cum was boiling up from his balls. He found her asshole and drove a wet finger into it as she felt his sperm drive deep inside of her. Never had a cock been that deep inside her, and never had she had any experience even close to this. Rylee was able to release all of her pent up emotions into one more orgasm, though she had hardly enough strength left to squeal at her release. Ben let her legs down, then collapsed on the ground beside her. His head leaned on the lounge's arm as he surveyed first Rylee, to make sure she was alright, then his wife and the others. They were all still breathing hard, enjoying the after glow, and seemed totally happy with what had happened. It might not stay like that, but for now everyone was deeply satisfied.

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Title: Bela Tags: shemale, first time, norway, discovery 1\_Revelation "I like cock" she said in that strange nasal tone of voice. I looked at her askance. "What?" "Cock. I love it." "Thats what I thought you said" I said. Why was she telling me this? Irena had asked if I could take Bela up to the hills and I'd agreed readily enough. Who wouldn't want the company of a pretty young girl on a hike in the Upper Vidalen National Park? The sheer beauty of Norway laid out before our eyes. I reached back and grabbed the thermos. I needed a moment to gather my thoughts. "Tea, right?" She nodded, her dark eyes seeking mine from below her lashes. Irena had explained that Bela loved the nature of Norway but she seldom had the chance to see it. Living in Oslo was easier than living in Belgrade, but getting out of the city was difficult for a twenty two year old student and Bela really wanted to see what the two Serbians had described as the 'real Norway'. "Since your going anyway, wouldn't you mind taking her with you?" Irena had asked. I poured the tea and its fragrant Jasmine scent filled the cab of my battered old Land Rover. I passed the plastic mug to her and her fingers briefly touched mine. "Thank you" she whispered. I watched her blow on the hot liquid for a moment and thought to myself how her lips were so beautiful. Why would she tell me that though? I was thirty eight years old. Almost old enough to be her father, was that it? I poured out a second mug then screwed the cap back onto the thermos. Bela was a head shorter than I was. She was slight of build with short black hair which fell on either side of her face in short bangs. Her face was pale, and made more so by the hard April light. She had an air about her that defied description, as if she was not entirely present. I had assumed she was the dreamy kind of girl, the sort who loves to imagine entire worlds in her own imagination. Irena and Bela lived in the apartment above mine. They were both Serbian exchange students at Oslo University. I'd only known them for a few weeks. Though they'd lived above me for the entire previous year and I had often noticed them, especially Bela, it was only recently, in a local community meeting, that I'd found myself talking to them. After that, our relationship had blossomed and only a few days later, Irena had graciously invited me to dinner. At first, I'd wondered if Irena was interested in me but if this idea wasn't quickly disproven by the photographs she'd showed me of her young fiancé, then it had when she told me that Dejan was coming up to Oslao for a week end and could I take Bela with me up to Vidalen? "Since your going anyway..." I often took the car up to the high lands of southern Norway. My contract at work was only going to keep me here for a few more months and I was determined to see as much of this beautiful country as I could before I had to return home. Apart from her big green parka, and a pair of outdoor shoes that didn't impress me at all, Bela had only brought a blue sports bag with her. It had become quickly apparent that she had no idea what it would mean to hike and sleep out doors at this time of year. Luckily, I had the means to adapt to this situation since I had the keys to my friend's hut. At this time of year, it paid to have a contingency plan. I wasn't sure what Bela was going to think of the hut though. I sipped my tea and keenly felt her presence beside me. I'd never taken a girl up in to the hills before, and certainly never imagined taking one as young and beautiful as Bela. "It is so lovely" she had said when the Land Rover crested the last ridge before the wide valley opened up before us. I'd pulled to the side and stopped the engine. "You don't have such beautiful mountains in Serbia too?" I asked. She shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know. You see things different when you are away from home. Back there, you see only your life. Here it is very different." I'd nodded, though I was not really on the same page. I was used to travelling and seeing the world. For me, human beauty was ephemeral, but nature never ceased to impress me. I told her this, and her eyes sparkled at my enthusiasm. I became ever more aware of her smile and the way her cheeks dimpled. "Cock?" I asked. "Very much." I smiled and frowned at the same time, and then turned the key. The engine kicked over and coughed to life. She laughed at me, and I saw she was teasing me, flirting. Dusk was only two hours away and we had yet to eat a hot meal. "It looks like a barn" she said as we drew up in the small clearing beside the hut. "Originally it probably was" I replied. Sverre had modernised the small building, but in Norway this still meant cold water and a black iron stove. For all their progressive mania, Norwegians still loved to live it rough sometimes. When I showed Bela the bedroom she turned down the corners of her mouth. "Its freezing!" she exclaimed. I grinned and set about making dinner. I was starving and also, I had a tense nervous excitement fluttering in my chest. Twenty two made her far younger than any woman I had ever been with, but it was neither illegal nor immoral as far as I could see. I lit the stove and then brought in the food from the car. "Is there no electricity?" she asked, her phone in hand. "I need to recharge this." "You're in the wildnerness now" I smiled. She stared at me for a moment and then put the phone away. "Can I help?" she asked. "We need wood for the stove. Its stacked behind the house" I replied. The hut only really had two rooms and a small cubicle that served as a bathroom. The stove kept the main room nice and snug but the bedroom remained cool. After we'd eaten, sitting by the only window that looked out across the darkening valley, she looked about the room and asked where I was going to sleep. I walked over to a wooden cubbard and opened it, folding out the mattress that was concealed within. As I was cleaning up the dishes and utensils, she came up behind me. "This is a strange place. I think usually I would not like it, but today it is very nice." I looked at her face, softened by the candle light. Her eyes glittered. I knew this was the moment to act - if I wanted to. I knew that here was a window of opportunity that might never come again. The months of hidden glances and shy smiles had at last reached the point where I must act or not, but I was still uncertain. Was it the age gap or her strange hesitant manner? Something or other kept nagging at the back of mind, warning me of many possible consequences. I reached to touch her cheek softly and in the dim half light, she caught her breath. Her eyes looked back at mine with burning intensity. It was quite possibly the most beautiful and awe inspiring moment of my life. I kissed her and felt her lips open to mine. I moved my hands through her hair and held her head and my heart leapt with excitement as I felt her body pressing against mine. It was true I realised. She was really there, against all my doubts and wonder. This beautiful creature, like something from a dream, was kissing me. For a while, my mind stopped thinking and I sank into the endless pleasure of her mouth. Her fingers undoing my belt brought me back to my senses. I ran my hands down over her shoulders and onto her narrow hips. She was as slender as a wraith but her movement gave the impression of a great energy that was barely contained. She undid my trousers and to my surprise, she went straight down onto her knees. "Wait" I whispered, but when she looked up, I couldn't find any further words of protest. I wanted her mouth so badly that instead, I simply pushed her face back and exulted in the all enveloping warmth that engulfed me. Her mouth was unbelievable and I groaned with uninhibited pleasure as my fingers tightened in her hair. She had said she loved cock, and now her eagerness proved it beyond any doubt. I've had plenty of women attend to me in this manner, but none of them devoted themselves to their purpose with the same enthusiasm and abandon as Bela did. This strange girl, with her unusual manner and mysterious personality, opened my emotions with such an ease that I quickly found myself pumping my cock deep into her welcoming mouth with ever more powerful strokes. Her hands gripped my thighs and she opened her eyes to look up at me. In the gloom, I could still clearly see her looking up at me with a sated expression that was pure joy to behold. I strained my muscles and emptied myself into her. "I have wanted to do that for a long time" she whispered as we lay on the bed, side by side. I rolled onto my side and stared into her eyes. I've seen you watching me" I admitted. "But I couldn't figure it out." "Figure what out?" she asked. "You" I said. "Your so different from every one else. I couldn't figure you out." "Did you like it?" she asked. "It was what you wanted?" Her eyes sought mine again, darting from the left to the right. "Of course" I said, but even as I said it, I sensed the answer was somehow false. "I mean, Yes. I wanted it, but I didn't really understand that until we kissed." "I was so afraid you would not want me" she said. I frowned and shook my head. Something about her manner began to disturb me. This was an infatuation that went beyond my understanding. "What do you mean?" I asked. For a long moment she held my eyes with hers. Then she took my hand and placed it between her legs. 2.\_Epiphany I could scarcely believe it. I stood in the darkness and stared out across Vidalen. Some where on the far side of the valley, a single car moved between trees. Its head lights flickered and flared sporadically and my mind seemed to be doing the same thing. My breath came fast and my heart thumped in my chest. What ever I had imagined, what ever I had dreamt, my understanding had fallen away beneath me like a trap door on a stage. How could I not have understood? My thoughts ran crazily back and forth from the feeling of pure happiness I had felt at the embrace of Bela's lips, to the absolute shock feeling her small penis cupped in my hand. Her penis? How could I still think of her as a girl I wondered, but how could I not? The Bela I had come to know, was only ever a girl. I'd not had any idea that she was anything else. My mind raced back to all the times we'd been together with Irena. Surely, Irena had to know, and if so, then this had to have been a conspiracy. After a while I returned to the hut. Bela was no longer on the bed. She was sitting at the window with her phone on the table in front of her. I sat opposite her and stared at her face. A small part of my mind tried to see her as a man, but all I could see was her eyes. "I'm sorry" I said. She smiled, but sadly. "Its okay. I should have made sure you understood" she replied. I looked down at the table and tried to gather my thoughts into a coherent form of expression. What I meant, is, I'm sorry I didn't understand. I thought you..." I stopped, unable to find the right words. "Really, its okay" she replied and in the semi darkness she reached across the table and put her hand over mine. I knew she was lying. I could feel her disapointment just as easily as I had felt her earlier happiness. I tried to construct a sentence that would explain how I felt, but I couldn't catch my feelings fast enough. My mind whirled and spun with emotional confusion. "Does Irena know?" I whispered. She frowned and nodded. Did that really matter I asked myself. She stood and moved across the room. I stared at my hands whilst she placed more wood in the stove. Rather than sit down again, she began to make tea. I went to the bedroom since I was used to the cold and unfolding my sleeping bag I lay on the bed and let go of my mind. Again and again, my thoughts returned to the feeling of uninhibited happiness I had felt in kissing her, of her body pressing against mine. I relived her mouth on my cock, again and again and I was unable to find the peace of mind necessary for sleep. After an intermidable length of time, I reached for my phone and found it was 2:14 am. "Bela?" I stood in the doorway and whispered into the darkness. The stove had died down and I could not see her at all. For the space of a dozen heart beats there was no reply and my heart grew heavier and heavier. "Yes?" "I want you." The next morning, we drove into the little town of Bagn to buy breakfast. With a smile, Bela hopped out of the car and hurried into the bakery. I sat with the engine muttering quietly and stared with unseeing eyes at an old man walking down the street towards me. We had lain beside each other, kissing and touching until sleep had overtaken me. Now, in the harsh light of day time, I was beset by confusion. Who was I? My eyes focused on the old man. Was I like him? Was he like me? Had he ever loved a woman like Bela? Could he? Bela came out of the bakery and passing the old man, she smiled at him and in her heavily accented Norwegian, she bid him good morning. He looked at her and smiled in return. She climbed into the car beside me and shook the paper bag. "Round pieces" she giggled. We drove back to the hut and I made coffee. I need coffee in the mornings. Once that was done, we ate by the window. It was still too cold to sit outside. The plan had been to walk the valley after breakfast, but we never made it past the bed. Almost without thought, we fell into a kiss that never seemed to end - eventually falling back onto the bed like teenagers with her on top of me. She weighed very little. She took me into her mouth again, but now she took her time. Instead of the burning hunger of the previous evening, now she acted with a studied and luxuriant ease. Now she was taking her time to enjoy herself. I lay on my back and let her do as she would. I felt nothing but intense sexual satisfaction. The doubts and fears of the night had evaporated and in their wake came a smug sense of fulfillment. I felt as if I had finally opened a secret part of myself that I had never known before. As if I had found a secret room in my old family home. Then I wanted to see her cock. I rolled her off me and pulled her jeans down her long pale legs. She was wearing white cotton panties, incongruos and innocent but for the small straining cock they could not conceal. I had never seen another erection in real life. Only my own. Bela's was rigid, shaved and quivered to my wondering touch. She giggled then with helpless mirth. I closed my hand about it and felt its warmth. It wasn't very big, not even half the size of my own, but it felt like nothing I had ever experienced. It gave off a scent that seemed to hypnotise me, and without much thought, I opened my mouth and suckled on it gently. Bela stopped giggling at once and her fingers clutched at my head. I pressed her legs aside and began to explore her body. I don't know what I was expecting. Years of tasting women's vaginas had conditioned me to a certain frame of mind and expectation and at first I did not expect this experience to be able to dominate my senses in the same way. I was surprised at how easily it did. The taste of her cock, her leaking pre cum, and the sound of her pleasure quickly brought me to an unequalled sense of lust. Repositioning myself I grabbed her ankles and lifted her legs to expose her tight little anus. I said nothing to her. I merely looked at her eyes and saw my own sexual hunger reflected. As I pressed gently into her, I watched and listened to the small eager noises she made. I had never heard a woman make such wanton sounds before. I was transported to a state of mind that seemed to exist only for us. After a few moments of sweet difficulty, she opened up and took my entire length and I closed my eyes to focus on the sensation of penetrating her. Her trembling fingers reached up to touch my mouth and I looked down to see tears rolling down to the bed. Her mouth was open but she had no voice any more. Her eyes looked at me and silently told me how much she loved me. It was a pleasure beyond description to fuck her. She was so small and light in my hands that I could do as I wished, and she took everything I gave her with loving gratitude. I brought her to orgasm whilst I fucked her slowly, happily watching her arch her back as she came. Then, before she had fully recovered, I took a hold of her ankles and used her anus rigorously. Eventually, and happily I emptied myself to the sound of her pleasure.

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Title: A Dolphins Crush: An Unavoidable Truth pt 4 by dolphin-y2k9 Tags: Dolphin, M/F, No-Yiff sorry for the delay on chapter 4, been busy with other stuff well here you are enjoy! In the months that followed her conception, we were now as close as you could possibly get, the seasons changed from spring to summer, summer to fall, fall to winter and finally full circle to spring again. the birth of our calf was impending and only 3 days away.I was getting very very tense and on edge as the day drew ever closer. even Sara's body was showing signs of the stress that pregnancy brings, her belly was distended, putting pressure on her stomach as well as pulling on her spine, the unborn calf occasionally moved, sending a ripple down her side that looks like a muscle spasm. her mammory slits were protruding from the sides of her vagina, showing that they were prominent and full of milk ready to feed the calf when the time came. we have thought of some names ( Delphina has foresaw a girl ) so we decided on Silver. This was the name of Sara's mother and we agreeded that it should be her name used in light of her memory "Tony?" she asked me "Yeah? Whats Up?" I responded curiously, hoping she wasn't in too much pain. I could tell when she was, she tried so hard to hide it but i have always known, is showed in her posture and how she moved about. she didn't expect pregnancy to be this demanding, though she has done remarkably well,even for her first calf. "Stay Close to me" she said" "I don't want you to be too far away when the birth happens, I want our calf to see her father" in recent weeks I have grown accustomed to this request, she wanted me at the birth and for me to always be around. i did find this annoying, but, its better to be in a pair than on ones own. anything could happen... "Yeah, i'll be here darling, don't worry im here for you." I gave her a kiss on the beak and she looked back at me with those beautiful eyes, those same eyes I fell in love with 12 months ago as well as her outstanding beauty and her 'witty' charm and humor. "thank you Tony" she replied That Night That night I had a Vision, A Horrible Vision. In my Vision I saw Sara Die a Horrible death giving birth to Silver, after the birth Sara lost a lot of blood and begun to faint. Before she fainted from exhaustion and the loss of blood, these were her last words: 'seek out my sister, she'll help feed the calf and you can father her, i'm...sorry, I... love you soo... much, please... take care of... our daughter... remember, I will... always be in your... heart.' she died soon after this and I was left alone with our calf and I had a breakdown. I left the calf on her own and swam to the shore line 2 miles away and beached my self. within 10 minutes I felt my body shutdown, bringing me closer to my dead lover in heaven. "AAAHHHH!" I had woke up screaming. "Tony? Whats Wrong? you look like you've seen a ghost" I was breathing heavily, gasping for breath, cold with sweat, I met her gaze looked at her and started crying, though you couldn't really tell with me being under water. "Hey, hey, its alright. its just a bad dream, its nothing" she said to reassure me "No, you are wrong" I said, " dreams always mean something even if they are horrible, they all mean something" "What did you dream about?" she asked "You..." I said. i couldn't say the next. My throat was so tight so the next part I had to make it up. "You left me for one of my friends, and made love with him right in front of me, when I tried to swim off you were always in front of me with him saying how much better he was than I, that I could never do what he was doing to you. Its just..." by now I was on the verge of crying again, not from making this up, but from lying right to her and avoiding the truth of the actual outcome of the dream "Shhh" its ok, Tony. just try and get some sleep." she swam over to me and gave me a kiss and she went back to sleep. I layed there for about 20 minutes unable to shake the vision from my mind, it persisted in my head like a cancer, eating away at me making me feel hollow, empty and beaten. Finally since I was still unable to sleep I quietly swam away, leaving her on her own. I must consult Delphina about this. I found Delphina quite easily, she was by a coral formation, that had some odd trinkets positoned on some of the spires that looked like snow globes that the humans use for decoration in winter, though I never knew what they were actuallyused for. Delphina Used them as Orbs to 'tap' in to the celestrial unknown and call upon the forces not known to us in the present, but of the past and future. "Delphina?" I called to her "I'm sorry for troubling you at this hour but I have a dilemma" "You are here about your Vision you had tonight... I foresaw your arrival and made preparations for it" she said with utmost calmness She was good, she foresaw my arrival AND new what it was about. "The Vision you saw, With the death of Sara, is innevitable, she, nor you can prevent it. For it is written in fate. Do not attempt to alter this by doing the unthinkable, it will still happen regardless. I take it you understand my meaning of the term 'unthinkable'?" she asked calmly 'Unthinkable' could only be one thing. causing her to have a miss carriage right before birth. not only do I kill our unborn daughter, I kill Sara as well, which leaves me back to how I was 12 months ago. 'Alone' "Yes, I am aware by what you mean of 'unthinkable'..." I said nervously "But what can I do?" "Your desire when you were 19 was to raise a family, so much so, that you swam the mythic pattern of desire for 2 years in Coral Forest's 'Mythic Arch', you have now been given the opportunity to do so." So that myth was true? i though to myself, but why this way? I wanted to raise a family WITH a family not just me and my daughter, but with her mother as well! "How can I feed my daughter, obviously you know I am a male and that means I can't give milk, so how is she going to feed with out her mother? 'I already have that prepared for you.." she said calmly she swam up vertically and I couldn't help but notice that either side of her pussy was swollen, just like Sara's, which means she was making milk for a calf. I forgot Females could do that. it was a process I really never understood, that another female could feed anothers calf, if the unthinkable were to happen "Sara knew she'd die giving birth, but she couldn't find the courage to tell you on her own, she didn't want to worry you,she saw her demise just as I have. She never told you about her gift, did she? Gift? what gift? thought her 'gift' was giving great oral sex. "She has the same gift as I do, the ability to see the future, though I am more in tune with the ephemeral than she is. She consulted with me her vision last week to me and I foresaw the same outcome. "So you are saying that she knew of her impending death? from child birth?" i inquired "Yes, she did. I was surprised that she had actually got a vision right, I mean her predictions have always been sketchy at least but this was a first for her" "So you want to mother our child when the time comes?" I asked her "Yes, but I don't expect you to love me or treat me the same as Sara, I can understand that perfectly. She was your first love and I can't expect you to give me that same affection in return. Though the child will need to believe 'We' are her parents, at least." "I... Understand... but did Sara say for you to help?" "She did. she also said that a piece of her is already in your heart, and she will never regret your choice, whatever it is you chose to do now, which brings me to the hardest decision you will have to make. I can only offer my help if you are commited to us being a role couple, which means doing what all couples do. I have seen the alternative to this and its not pretty, if you choose 'no', then I can't feed the calf, if I intervene i put your lives at risk. your daughter will be a victim of a shark attack, you will fight off the shark but it will be too late. your wounds will be grevious and will award you with a slow painful death. with this choice both your lives are forfeit. if you chose to go along with this, then both of you will live until its your turn to leave this mortal realm. This was a really hard desicion, i couldn't love Delphina like I did Sara, not even close. that would also mean we would have to have sex now and then...as thats what couples do. But would that mean another child? with a female I don't even damn well know? But if I don't, me and my daughter are dead the same day as Sara If thats the case, at least we will all be together in heaven, a family on the other side. there will be no pain, no suffering But is that what Sara would want? for me to reject help and die the same day so I can be with her? or is that me just being selfish? This will be the hardest choice i will make in my life... But what to do?...

FSE

Of course, being stuck in as much of a vicious cycle as she was ensured that, at any given moment, Xili’s body was in a near-constant state of flux, especially given that her mind had attuned itself to the pleasurable sensations firing into it every half-second, achieving some sort of heightened state of consciousness where it could somehow resist the allure of succumbing to the obscenity of it all and falling into ever deeper pits of depravity. And while this might indeed have given her a higher degree of control over what her body did, it also unfortunately (for everyone around her) gave her the ability to continuously, and consciously, lust for more; after all, if her body was the way that it was at any given point, then clearly it could be made to be better, and if it could be made to be better… then why shouldn’t it be? Why shouldn’t she be taller still, towering over not just the skyline around her but the one she had set her eyes on, bigger than the skyscrapers that dominated the cityscape, tall enough that her head reached the bottom cloud layer and began shuffling around the wispy formations until small tornadoes formed with each breath? Why shouldn’t she elongate her tauric torso, giving it more mass from nowhere until a third pair of legs had to sprout between her two existing ones just to be able to keep her mobile? Why shouldn’t she just burgeon outwards with ridiculous amounts of chee, just so the whole damn city could look upon her and see what it was like to gaze upon divinity? Well, there was one good reason for it, and that was mobility. It was already hard enough to walk when she had those four colossal milk tanks out in front of her, so giving her body a reason to add more onto her was probably not the best of ideas. Sure, it would look good, and definitely improve the way she looked, so clearly there wasn’t any real reason not to do it; it just made sense to keep adding more rows of milk-laden breasts onto her frame, more and more and always more until she somehow ended up feeling herself drag along the ground at the same time as her topmost row of mounds was pressing against her face from how pushed up it was, making it impossible for her to even see where she was going. Anyone looking at her from out in front would only be able to discern what looked like an impossibly-stacked four rows of heavy cream factories, all of them jumbled up on top of one another and competing for space so tightly that it was a wonder there was even any there to begin with. This, of course, only meant that further course corrections were required: if there was no room on her torso, Xili would simply make more room. It took awhile before she got accustomed to the sudden extra length her main body had received, enough that it was almost as tall as her enormous tauric undercarriage was long, giving her the look of someone who was about to topple over at any given point, all while exuding the sort of divine excess that only a creature such as her could muster. Not only had she sprouted a grand total of four rows of breasts so colossally stuffed that each step she took caused rivers of her cream to splash down with enough force to pierce through the steel and concrete roofing beneath her, but her sides had developed a similar number of arms as well, one pair of each row, allowing the taur-chee to keep a firm a grasp on all of her busts, that none of them might go without stimulation at any given time. The chee should be screaming, hollering at the top of her lungs from the excess stimulation, but instead, her mouth was snapped shut and stretched out into a wide, exceedingly terrifying grin that could only mean the city was about to be shown what it was like to experience true terror. For Xili wasn’t done yet; not even close. Her torso might be full, but her taurso was dreadfully empty, a problem that needed immediate fixing as far as she was concerned; what was the point of dragging something that big behind her if it, too, wasn’t so absolutely stuffed with breastflesh that she’d leave a long, deep trail of destruction wherever she went? It was a downright criminal waste of space, and no sooner had she formulated this thought that her body’s constant transformative madness obeyed its intention; suddenly, everyone for miles around was blessed with the sound and seismic feel of an almost impossibly-numerous twenty brand new udders suddenly appearing underneath Xili’s tauric undercarriage, going from non-existent to slamming so heavily on the mangled city below that the shockwave flattened everything immediately around her, and caught the dracat blindsided with the inherent pleasure of having ten pairs of nipples suddenly be squeezed beyond the point where it was even orgasmic. That she immediately burst into a milkgasm from every teat was unsurprising; what was out of the ordinary was the sheer strength with which each of those teats erupted, the taur-chee’s control of her body suddenly slipping for just long enough that her lactic production somehow managed to outpace even her full release, her fourteen busts groaning loudly enough for it to be slightly painful as they filled at such an insane pace that, by the time Xili wrested control of the situation back from her own arousal… she was completely immobilized. This was easily fixed of course, but just the simple fact that a few seconds had been enough to turn her from big-yet-mobile to each of her colossal breasts being enormous enough to smother several city blocks was… Well, it should be worrying. But it wasn’t. Quite the opposite. If there was anything that Xili was thinking about at that exact moment was how much of an opportunity this had turned out to be to really push her limits in terms of what was even imaginable, fully on-board with ignoring whether or not she should do something while focusing entirely on whether she could; not exactly the way it was supposed to go, but then again, most people never dared to take power for themselves in such a way as to end up bigger than most of a city’s downtown area and still growing whenever they weren’t paying attention, so why even bother judging herself by any standard other than her own? The dracat was convinced that she had transcended the bounds of mere mortality and became something greater, a goddess perhaps, one blessed with the unfortunate curse of being able to improve herself by simply wishing for more, regardless of how much she happened to have at any given point. It was probably not the intended point of the monkey’s paw, hell, the point had probably been left at her house even before she even began this path of destruction, but it didn’t matter anymore; her wish was made, her fate was sealed, and now that she couldn’t move anymore, it was time to fix that and regain mobility, whether or not the city liked it. It was quite simple, actually. All that was required of her was to burgeon outwards with extra mass in every direction while avoiding depositing anything on her breasts; easier said than done, as the experience of growing larger while watching her milk-stuffed udders remain the same size awoke certain things within Xili that made it difficult for the dracat to focus entirely on her dream size not including yet another boost to her many, many mounds, but rather being big enough to handle the ones she already had. It was harder than expected, so much so that she had to stop on occasion in order to recenter herself and avoid another drastic and unfortunate growthsplosion, but it wasn’t impossible; within a few short minutes, the chee-taur was no longer confined to the tight embrace of her oversized breasts, but rather towering over the entirety of the city once again, having grown to just the right size that she was able to move around again, but not yet big enough that her tauric tits wouldn’t still grind along the ground. After all, what was the point of carrying ten rows of udders underneath her if she didn’t get to have some fun on their account? This left her in the rather enviable state of being able to climax purely from taking a single step, if she so desired; with twenty nipples kept near-permanently erect and ready to be pleasured to a degree so high that it confounded mortal minds purely from her moving forwards just on her tauric self (given that each of her steps accounted for a couple of hundred yards already), and an extra eight on her torso that she desperately tried (and failed) to reach with her equally-numbered arms, Xili didn’t really have to try hard in order to fly off the edge and experience some of the most mind-shattering orgasms that anyone alive could ever hope for; these would come complete with a flood of milk from each teat and enough growth to cover even more of the cityscape than she did already. But that’d be for lesser folk, for those who merely succumbed to their bodies rather than grow above such base desires and achieved mastery over their forms, much like the dracat herself did. The time for mindlessly pleasuring herself would come, of that there was no doubt, but there was still plenty of work to be done that didn’t involve going completely crazy with side, productivity and numbers, work that involved making sure that everyone who saw her recognized her for the goddess that she was, rather than just a really big chee with six legs. First things first: her wings. They hadn’t received much love ever since she began her ascent towards the heavens, so what better place to start than right now? Xili giggled to herself as she considered that notion, that her body wasn’t technically being changed according to her will but because the wish she had called for was “cursing” her with a body that was exactly like she asked it to be; it was hard to tell whether or not the whole process was doing this on purpose or whether the curse was genuinely attempting to give her too much of a good thing, but whatever the case may be, it was surprisingly easy for the dracat to simply wish she was a particular way for her physical form to be warped and changed in just the right ways to match that dream picture of herself. It almost felt too easy, and if not for the constant flood of sensations keeping her well and truly on edge, held back only by her own force of will, the chee might’ve thought that everything that happened since she originally picked up the monkey’s paw had been nothing but a dream. But no, it was real, far too real for her to even consider imagining it as a fantasy, especially once she focused her attention entirely on her wings and pictured herself carrying a pair so immense, so unbelievably powerful, that a single flap of them would be enough to topple entire skyscrapers and level whole city blocks with ease. They still wouldn’t be enough to help her lift off the ground, not even close to it, but if there was anything that sold the idea of power and dominance, it was carrying a set of wings that could blot out the sun without her even trying. And indeed, this is exactly what she ended up giving herself after allowing her mind to wander in just the right direction (or the “curse” gave her, if one was feeling particularly pedantic), unfurling her brand new limbs on either side of her and allowing them to take more and more space in the air, growing wider, taller, thicker, stronger, leathery groaning filling the ears of all those who were now cast in shadow underneath those powerful flyers, capable of destroying anything short of geographical formations with a single motion, yet still so far away from even being remotely capable of lifting the chee herself off the ground. This wasn’t the point though; the whole idea of having those things become as large as they did was less for utility and far more so she could indulge in her ridiculous draconic fantasies, now being able to pull her wings back and cover her tauric flanks like she’d seen other quadrupedal dragons do. It didn’t accomplish much of note, but it did leave Xili feeling so giddy that the monkey’s paw curse was kept dormant for a while, seeing as the giantess it was afflicting was far more concerned with flapping those things ineffectually and feeling them up like they were the finest cloth to really wonder too much about what her “dream body” would be like. All the while, down below in the ruins of a city that Xili herself had all-but forgotten had even existed to begin with, thousands upon thousands of tiny little people had begun to make their way closer to her, in stark contrast to the panicked flight that had dominated most of the minds of those bearing witness to the original ascension back at the plaza. It was a perilous journey, given the amount of milk flowing through the remnants of shattered buildings and the colossal piles of rubble that used to be entire apartment blocks or megastores, still solid enough that they served as barriers, breaking up the flow of cream so that it flowed with even more strength down roads and avenues, making it practically impossible for any person to get anywhere near Xili on their own. Thus, what the dracat would see, if she bothered to look down or anywhere that wasn’t directly at her body, would be hundreds of groups of highly variable size, holding themselves together by interlocked hands and arms, braving the streams and rivers of milk by anchoring themselves on anything they could and advancing a few tentative feet at a time. Many would be swept up in the endless, roiling torrents of lactic bliss that emanated from each of their new goddess’ nipples, but they didn’t care either; even if they were washed away and back to their starting point, the many people making up the expedition would simply regroup, hold themselves again, and try once more, hoping that that time would be the one where it worked. And they weren’t ever alone. With hundreds of such agglomerations of worshippers trying their luck, at times it was hard to even see the milk at all, allowing each individual nucleus of praising followers to help the one nearest to it in their endless quest towards Xili’s body, until the first few lucky ones began to reach the lowermost sections of her tauric breasts; they climbed onto their surface while still trying to keep their arms and legs in connection with one another, forming a hundreds-yard-long chain that occasionally stretched so far back as to allow the newest of supplicants to begin their own journey by simply holding onto the last person in the line and going with (and against) the flow, their eyes glazing over from sheer overexposure to the divine milk running all around them. Those precious blessed few who were on Xili had effectively ceased to function entirely, at least of their own accord; their minds were completely overtaken by their devotion to the colossal dracat, utterly unable to process anything that wasn’t their unending praise and worship for a creature that had come from nowhere to enlighten them as to what true divinity was like. No more praying in the hopes of being heard, here was a goddess that was there for them to look at and admire, no questions asked, no tribute demanded, no nothing but their own arousal to fuel her further… or at least so they assumed. For Xili, none of this really mattered; as much as her presence was enough to completely shatter the minds of the lesser ones around her, those tiny little flickering souls barely even registered a pinprick on her enormous body, especially given that even the vast oceans of steel wreckage didn’t so much as tickle anymore. She was vaguely aware of somethings climbing onto her, but much like one could easily ignore a couple of ants climbing onto one’s foot during a picnic, it was trivial for her to pretend like they weren’t there, focusing much more on how her body could still be sculpted to become more perfect, regardless of how little sense that made. It wasn’t until a chance glance downwards that the chee-taur was suddenly made aware of just how many people were climbing onto her body, and while an older, less divine version of herself might’ve found this to be objectionable, this new and improved, more deific avatar that she had carved for herself was far more at ease accepting the idea that she was just that alluring that people were happy to throw themselves at her and climb her form like some sort of soft, milk-stuffed mountain. It only added to her growing ego, the realization that she was, indeed, just as godlike as she felt, just as alluring to everyone else around her as she was to herself, which was one hell of an achievement considering how hot and bothered her body left her feeling; perhaps this is why all of those tiny ones on her body had completely lost their minds, given that they weren’t nearly as resilient towards Xili’s body as Xili herself was...

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Title: Dr. Snip Ch. 10 Tags: time travel, futuristic, adventure Angel jumped back to Steve's kitchen, whilst he was else-when sorting out Bruce's problems. She was in a pensive mood for a change, although a genius as were all of the British Aristocracy, she wasn't one for deep self-analysis. This business of Steve and pregnancy had shaken her badly, and despite her words to Alison she felt a sense of loss that her 26th Century values kept her from consummating their love, as Alison was willing to do. 'Merlin, are you available please?' she asked the empty room. The mental image of a liquid metal Wizard that was Angel's perception of the World Brain appeared, sitting opposite her across the kitchen table. 'Yes Angel, how can I help?' asked the AI. 'Just out of pure curiosity Merlin, how doe's Steve's genetic makeup rate against the standard British norm?' 'Steve's personal genome is comparable with the common Briton of our Century. However he cannot compete with the centuries of selective breeding and genetic manipulation, that have produced you and the rest of our Aristocracy.' 'So I could theoretically breed with him, and our offspring would be within the normal band of British Genome?' she asked. 'Yes.' 'Thank you Merlin,' said Angel politely. 'Is there anything Steve would want you to inform me of?' Merlin took this as a legitimate question, and knowing of Angel's quest for upgrading herself, took the rare decision to inform her about the Phase shift. Angel cheered up immediately and asked Merlin to modify her QT to be able to Phase shift as well. It only took the World Brian a few seconds to comply, and Angel walked over to a mirror and Phase shifted. She squealed in delight as her body became transparent. She tried to deploy her Monofilament nails but found that nothing happened. There was no glow of annihilated molecules coming from her fingertips. 'What the fuck is this shit?' she asked Merlin angrily. 'Where have my weapons gone?' 'Your weapons are now within your Phase field, and so cannot affect this time dimension,' Merlin informed her. 'Fuck it I thought it was too good to be true, still at least I am safe from monofilament blades when phased.' 'You are immune to any type of attack when phased, as you are not technically in this dimension,' clarified Merlin. 'Can I use the QT to jump whilst phased?' 'Yes; another of Steve's original ideas. He really should begin to patent these,' replied Merlin. Angel felt very proud of her man; even the Great World Brain respected his innovative thinking. Then she remembered that he wasn't her man really, if he was anybody's man he was Alison's. Her reverie was interrupted by a dispassionate voice coming from behind her. 'Angela Black, Surrender or Die,' ordered the Storm Trooper as it materialised behind her. Its masters had ordered it to kill Angela Black without warning. What they didn't realise was the hardwired programme inside every Storm Trooper, that forbade them to hurt a member of the Aristocracy. This was a failsafe cleverly installed, to negate any chance of using the British Governments most powerful weapon against itself. Only the extensive damage it had received, combined with the almost total reprogramming of its damaged brain, enabled this Storm Trooper to attack Angel at all. Angel was still looking at the mirror, so could see the blank faceplate of the Trooper reflected in it. She fought down her initial panic and tried to boost. Nothing happened, the phase field negated all of her offensive capabilities. She was about to switch off the phase field, when she saw what the Trooper held in its steel hand. The distinctive glow of annihilated molecules advertised the Monofilament blade that the trooper wielded. Her next thought was to simply jump out to her ledge, but then the trooper may just wait until Steve jumped back here and might ambush him. This was one of the very rare times that Angel wished she carried a conventional weapon. The trooper attacked swinging its deadly blade at her body, in a horizontal stroke that hit just above her hips. She screamed in instinctive fear, as the unstoppable blade impacted against her side. Although the kinetic energy knocked her sideways, the blade itself couldn't penetrate her phased body and bounced off. Angel instinctively rolled with the blow, and using her momentum dived out of the back door into the garden. The trooper stood confused for a second, as it processed the unbelievable fact that its blade was impotent against its target. Angel ran as fast as she could into the orchard, she had no plan but was hoping one would occur to her soon. She was in a quandary, if only the Trooper didn't have that blade she would risk coming out of Phase and fighting him. The Troopers blade was the key to this; she had to get it off him. A massive impact to her back threw her forward between two apple trees, and again she rolled to her feet. The explosive projectile from the trooper's handgun; had shredded the nearby trees but had no effect on her. Thinking quickly she jumped spatially backwards, and materialised behind the trooper. Reaching over its shoulder and fighting her fear, she grabbed the burning line of fire that was the Monofilament. A Monofilament was simply one molecule, stretched to form a cutting edge similar to a wire cheese-cutter. Although microscopically thin it was unbreakable, and would cut through anything. It went against all her training and experience to actually touch it, let alone grab it and pull. The surprised trooper tried to wrench it out of her grip, but she held on tightly. She was pulling the blade back towards the trooper's facemask. It realised that if she managed to touch the blade to its body, it would be seriously damaged if not sliced in half. The red line vanished as the trooper switched off the blade to protect itself, causing the monofilament to retract into the swords handle. The trooper went into double boost, and spinning around backhanded Angel into a nearby tree with its steel fist. The tree snapped at the impact, and the top of it leaned down at a drunken angle. As Angel staggered from the blow, the trooper drew his handgun and fired at her again. She was thrown back by the blast, and fell over a tree root onto her back. Her gymnasts enhanced muscles, allowed her to flip herself upright immediately. She dare not come out of phase whilst she was being shot at. Even if she boosted, she would still be half as slow as the trooper. 'Merlin help me,' she screamed in frustration. 'You need something sharp that you have on your person,' advised the wizard apparently sitting on a log watching the fight. 'Steve uses Excalibur.' Something sharp? She thought frantically, what have I got that is sharp? Angel screamed in frustration, as she realised she had nothing sharp on her person. She had relied totally on her nails, and didn't even own a small knife. At last she had an idea that might work, she knew that the Storm Trooper didn't know that she could jump more than one person with her QT. However there was no point her jumping them both to the Jurassic for example, as the trooper would simply jump back here and wait for Steve. No she had to kill it, so it couldn't report back to its masters concerning the Phase shifting, or the fact that the QT could be used to carry more than one person. She could only think of one plan that might work, and the mere thought of it scared her shitless. 'I Surrender' she screamed, falling to her knees and putting her hands on her head. The remnants of the hard-wired programme, allowed the Trooper to accept her surrender. It enabled it to complete its mission, which satisfied its masters. Whilst at the same time not killing an Aristocrat, which satisfied its root programme. With a feeling as close to satisfaction as its damaged brain could feel, it covered her with its handgun and clamped a steel hand onto Angel's shoulder. I love you Steve, thought Angel, and gathered all her courage together. Angel grabbed tight hold of the Troopers arm, and jumped them both to her target. Angel had jumped them both into Hell itself. The temperature was 10,000deg Farenhnite; nothing made of matter could survive in this incandescent maelstrom. She had jumped them both into the Photosphere of the Sun. Angel hated to have to trust Merlin, she just didn't have the faith in the AI that Steve had. It had taken all her courage to trust in this new gimmick of Merlin's. A Monofilament blade was one thing, but the thermonuclear source of all life in the world, was in a completely different league. She watched as the almost invulnerable Storm Trooper, flashed into ash in an instant. With a sob of relief Angel realised that the Phase shift did indeed make her immune from any danger in this universe. 'Thank you Merlin, old friend' she whispered, and jumped to her apartment to compose herself. When she materialised in her home, she switched off the phase shifter and sat on her bed. She was mentally and physically exhausted she barely had enough energy to strip naked, and curling up into the foetal position found herself crying bitterly. Whether it was from narrowly escaping death, or deciding not to have Steve's baby she couldn't say. She just lay there alone, and cried herself to sleep. Alison was reading in her bed when there was a tap on her door. 'It's me Ali, can I come in?' asked a familiar voice. Alison quickly jumped out of bed, and stripped off her sensible cotton pyjamas. She threw them into a basket in the corner of the room, and jumped back into bed naked. 'Come in Steve,' she said in her most sultry voice. A bunch of flowers came in first, followed by Steve's beaming face. As he offered her the flowers, she sat up in bed allowing the sheet to slip down and reveal her naked breasts. Taking the flowers, she turned away from him to place them on her bedside cabinet. This exposed her naked bottom to him, and she jumped in shock as his hand slid up her inner thigh to brush against her pubes. 'Oh Mr. Steele, what is the meaning of this? Are you planning on ravishing a poor maiden in her bed?' she murmured. 'Yes Dr. Fairweather, that's exactly what I have in mind' he answered, stripping off his clothes hurriedly. 'It's about time darling, I was worried in case my pussy would have healed over before I managed to get your cock in it,' she said saucily. The sight of her naked breasts and bottom had hardened Steve, and without further delay he opened her legs and thrust himself deep inside her. Alison smiled in relief and pleasure as she felt him enter her, at last they were alone and she could make a start on getting pregnant for him. 'Fuck me Steve,' she demanded, 'fuck your woman hard.' He needed no encouragement, and they spent the rest of the night making up for lost time. The next morning Steve lay in Alison's bed relaxing, she was already up and working, and had allowed him the luxury of breakfast in bed brought to him by some of the older children. By virtue of his implant Steve could converse with the Thai children, and listened with amusement as they chattered on about childish topics. Eventually they scampered off and left him in peace. Steve's fertile mind was pondering the ramifications of the phase field. Merlin had told him that it pushed him out of synchronicity with this timeline by a nanosecond. A Nanosecond was 1/1000,000,000 of a second. As was his wont Steve couldn't help but wonder what would happen if the time difference were greater than a Nanosecond. 'Merlin old friend are you free?' he asked quietly. 'I'm free,' said the wizard sitting on his bed. 'A question for you old friend, what would happen if you increased the time differential from a Nanosecond to a whole Second when I phase?' 'I don't know Steve and I don't want to find out,' replied the AI firmly. 'What, the World Brain afraid of a theoretical question?' Steve asked cheekily. The image of the old wizard replied, 'Not the question, the questioner. I know you too well old friend and you both delight and terrify me with your courage of the ignorant. In case you hadn't already guessed phasing is a very partial form of dimensional travel. From my experiments in this field I have become aware that our dimension is only one of many. A type of surface tension bubble surrounds it; I determined by trial and error that the barrier between universes is 100 Nanoseconds thick. I know this because when I phase shift a test object by more than this amount it disappears from this dimension and is gone forever. Gone forever Steve, as in unable to get back. Dimensional travel is an all or nothing experience, a one way trip.' 'I simply cannot accept that premise old friend,' replied Steve, 'the reason that your test objects didn't return was because they were objects. If a real person with a QT device can go one way, then it is logical to assume that he can return the same way.' 'Be that as it may Steve, the bottom line is are you willing to risk losing literally everything in this world you love in order to experiment with dimensional travel?' countered the wise old wizard. 'Good point old friend, but it doe's intrigue me' said Steve, shelving the idea for later. He got washed and dressed and went to say goodbye to Alison, he knew she would be busy with the children and he wanted to check up on Angel. After many hugs and kisses, he jumped back to his kitchen. Steve made himself a cup of tea, and wandered out into his garden to enjoy the fresh air. 'What the fuck has been going on here?' he swore, seeing the damage caused by the storm troopers explosive projectiles. 'Merlin, where is Angel? Is she OK?' he asked the AI his heart speeding up in fear. 'Angel is fine Steve, she is resting in her apartment.' Without saying goodbye to his friend Steve jumped straight to Angel's apartment, and rushing through it found her still curled up naked in her bed. 'Angel darling what the fuck has been going on? Are you all right my love?' he asked concernedly. She just hugged him to her body, and began to cry on his shoulder. Steve panicked, Angel never ever cried. He didn't even think her body could cry, so to feel her tears soaking into his shirt was scaring him. He decided that she was too upset to be coherent, so just lay down beside her and kissed and cuddled her. He told her how much he loved her, and how much she meant to him. This simply made her cry even more, as she was crying from guilt and shame. In the final analysis she as a British Aristocrat, didn't find him worthy of impregnating her. She knew she loved him, she knew she had, and would again risk her life for him as she had with the Storm Trooper. All this female emotion just couldn't stand against her upbringing. She was a member of the British Aristocracy, and as such had a duty to her nation and race. She couldn't sully her lineage, with the genes of a primitive male from 600 years in her past. Her mother Gloria had seen the painful truth immediately, and had told her in no uncertain terms to allow the king to fuck her and get her with child. Despite the honour offered to her by the King, she had no intention of getting pregnant any time soon. She compromised for not accepting Steve's seed by swearing to herself that she would fuck him senseless anytime he asked. Starting from now. 'I want you Steve, I really need you,' she sobbed her hands freeing him from his pants. He groaned as she fondled him urgently, soon he was more than ready for her and pushing her onto her back entered her gently. This gentleness wasn't what Angel needed, she felt as if she had betrayed his love for her and wanted to be punished. 'Fuck me hard Steve, I'm a dirty whore and I want you to fuck me like one,' she demanded thrusting her pubes against his balls. Steve sensed her need for rough sex, and started to fuck her hard and fast. Angel felt him slamming into her body but it still wasn't enough. She bared her neck to him, and told him to mark her as his woman. 'Bite me Steve, bite me hard,' she begged. Steve bit down hard on her neck, knowing that he couldn't really damage her due to the sub-dermal armour. However he managed to leave a decent love bite as asked. Angel still wasn't satisfied she needed to be punished, debased, hurt as she had hurt him. Reaching between her legs, she moved his rampant shaft from her vagina to her anus. 'Bugger me my love, bugger your whore. Fuck me up the arse as you did my mother,' she moaned desperately. Steve was beyond reasonable thought, and was happy to ram his cock up her tight little arse. 'I love you Steve,' she whispered before exploding in a massive orgasm. Her legs clamped painfully around his waist, and he gasped in pain as his ribs creaked from the pressure. He knew she could literally crush him to death in her passion, so he phased whilst still buried deep inside her. Even in the midst of her orgasm, Angel realised what he had done as his body became transparent. She smiled to herself, and Phased as well. Steve was shocked as Angel became transparent, but found that the crushing pressure had gone from around his waist. Unfortunately so had any sensation of friction, between his cock and her vagina. It was like fucking a glass mannequin. 'How the fuck did you learn to do that darling? He asked. 'Merlin told me, and just as well he did' she replied, coming out of phase and releasing her grip on his waist. Steve quickly came out of phase too, his erection had vanished and he just lay on top of her. He was content to cuddle her, as she told him about her adventure with the Storm Trooper and the Sun. 'I thought I'd killed the fucking thing,' said Steve hugging her tightly. 'Well it is definitely dead now, but as Agent Red demonstrated that doesn't mean anything where Time travel is involved,' she said with feeling. She felt his hand as it slipped down between her legs, and fondled her wet pubes. 'What are you doing you oversexed gorilla' she asked. 'I'm trying to feel your balls of steel my brave lover; you must have them to do such a dangerous thing as jumping into the Sun. I have been using the phase shifter for some time now, and I would never have thought of doing something like that,' he said admiringly. 'It is 95 Million Miles, that must be some kind of record for single jumps,' he continued. 'It is a long way, but at least the Sun stays put in the centre of our Solar System making it hard to miss,' she replied. Angel glowed with pleasure at his praise; she felt a bit better now but still felt guilty over her decision regarding children. 'How's Ali?' she asked to change the subject. 'She's fine my love, I assume you and she had a chat?' he probed gently. Angel told Steve what she had told Alison, regarding the impossibility of her becoming pregnant by Steve. He already knew this, so he wasn't affected by the repetition of it. 'How do you think your mother is feeling after all that excitement,' he asked. 'Oh Gloria will be just fine, she will probably be pregnant again soon,' said Angel smiling at him. 'How many children has she had?' 'Four including me,' answered Angel proudly. 'How does she keep her body so young and fit, after giving birth to four children?' he asked. Angel looked at him strangely for a few seconds, before remembering that he was from 600 years in Gloria's past. 'My darling man, Gloria doesn't give birth to her babies. She gets pregnant and then the embryo is taken out of her womb and sent to the State's Genetic Centre. It is then checked over, and any modifications that are required are carried out. The embryo is then put into a mechanical womb until it is ready to be born,' explained Angel to a stunned Steve. 'Modifications? Like what?' he asked. 'Oh the usual things, making sure there are no defects, optimising health and resistance to disease, and generally improving on the basic design. How else do you think I became so fucking sexy?' she replied. 'Why do you still bother to fuck? Why not just use your artificial Insemination techniques to breed children,' he asked. 'Britain doesn't want millions of ordinary people, Britain wants the best possible people, and that takes time and patience,' she answered, kissing him, ' and anyway we love to fuck, so why deny ourselves the pleasure?' Steve was once again reminded that Angel and her future race of Britons; were completely different from the British of today. From the odd bits and pieces of future history he had picked up from Angel and Merlin, it seemed that 26th Century Britain had used its ill-gotten gains to rekindle the spark of Imperialism. It appeared that Britain this time around, was rebuilding its Empire by financial means rather than military. The word "British" no longer applied to someone who was just born in Britain. To be truly British one had to have British Genes, from way back in the family. The collapse of the World economy; when the Arabian Oil fields were destroyed weakened every nation in the world. America split into States that had oil, and States that didn't. Civil war erupted again, and was still continuing. China fell victim to a pandemic that was reminiscent of the Black Death, and wiped out two thirds of their population. Both these countries became isolationist, hoarding their Oil jealously. Russia collapsed into itself, and fought endless civil wars, which decimated the population. Europe having no oil of its own fell back into chaos and anarchy. Only Britain prospered, using its Time Travel technology it was able to sell its stolen Oil to a desperate Europe, and ironically the Middle East and India. A government arose, that had the will to reshape Britain into an image of its golden days of empire. All non-Britons were forcibly repatriated to their original countries, determined by DNA scans. This was regardless of how many generations the families had lived and bred in Britain. If you weren't white, and have Anglo-Saxon ancestry then you weren't wanted. The expellees were handsomely compensated, and sent on their way to re-populate the world. With a much smaller population, there was more money for each one left. A second Golden Age began, and Angel was one of the products of that age. This British government truly loved its people, and pampered and protected them from the rest of the world. Britain became a self-contained fortress; the channel tunnel was blocked to stop unauthorised immigration. Portal technology was used exclusively, for travelling from Britain to the rest of the world and back. Only Britons had implants, which activated the network of Portals that were in all the places worth visiting. Without an implant a Portal was just a metal or stone ring. With an implant you could punch in any destination in the world, and simply step through. Spatial technology wasn't top secret, as it had to be used by all Britons. The secret that kept Britain in front of the rest of the World was the temporal side of portal technology. Only a select few, knew that Britain had time travel capability. Angel was tempted to warn Steve that there was a good chance that Gloria was pregnant with his child. However she realised that if she was then Steve wouldn't be too happy about how or if it was modified. 'I love you Steve,' she whispered to him again, as he wandered into her kitchen to make the tea. Stephen Steel couldn't let it go, he had a burning desire to push the envelope and basically explore. He longed to be able to travel to distant stars, and Boldly Go etc. However he acknowledged that he wasn't going to be able to do that in this life. This was why the idea of Dimensional Travel appealed to him so strongly. The world Brain was just a Machine; it didn't have the spirit or sheer guts to take risks. He sat at his kitchen table and decided he had to try it at least once, to see if it were possible. However before he did that Dr. Snip had a small chore to do. Snip had been brooding over the Justice system in Britain and had decided that it was far too soft, and wasteful of the taxpayers money. The prisons were overcrowded with Murderers and other scum that should have been executed, rather than been put in one of her Majesties Hotels for years. The very thought of these fucking bastards, living off his Tax money made him see red. Taking a leaf from Santa's book, he had made a list. This list consisted of those who were naughty; these were the definitely guilty bastards that offended him by simply breathing the same air as him. Well he could do something about that, the World brain had no difficulty in locating every one on his list. As it downloaded the co-ordinates into his QT he sang a little song to himself, " Hi Ho Hi Ho it's off to work I go" and jumped to the first high security mental prison on his list. Here locked behind bars for most of the remainder of their miserable lives, were the veritable sewer scrapings of humanity. In this facility there were twelve maximum risk inmates, these were the Nonce's and child killers. Dr. Snip was going to clean house. He had originally thought to materialise inside each individual prisoners cell, and execute them. He decided that this would take to long, he was a busy boy and had things to do. He therefore materialised in the refectory at dinnertime, this was a large hall where all the inmates could sit and eat together. As happens in these Institutions, the prisoners segregated themselves into groups. They were all legally insane, but there was a pecking order even amongst this murderous scum. At the bottom of this pecking order, were the murderers of the very young. The rest of the inmates shunned them, and consequently they sat at their own table and kept themselves to themselves. Snip had images of each of his targets on his implant, to avoid embarrassing errors. He materialised at the door to the refectory, and quickly identified the group he was after. Without any fuss he walked towards the table. The self-proclaimed leader of this group of perverts, looked up and saw him approaching. Snips face was easily recognisable from the long scar that ran down one side of his face. He had received this from a knife-wielding thug in Thailand, before he cut off his head. 'Fuck me it's Snip, screamed the leader of the group frantically trying to get up. He only managed to get his legs tangled in the chair legs, that were bolted to the ground to avoid them being used as weapons. 'No need to get up because of me,' sang Snip happily as he drew his sword in one well practised motion, and using a backhanded stroke caught the panicked man under his chin. With a jet of blood his head was severed, and flew ten feet in the air to land on another table. As one the rest of the table scrambled to their feet, only to be mown down by the flickering sword blade as Snip spun and jumped around the group like a malevolent black demon. The inmates sitting at the remainder of the tables didn't move. They seemed to realise that he wasn't here for them. As there was no love lost between the main bulk of the inmates and these men, they decided to sit still and enjoy the show. The inmates sitting at the adjoining table soon regretted this, as they were sprayed with blood. Snip slashed and carved his way, through the entire complement. The guards that were standing around the room were in shock; none of them had moved a muscle. The carnage had lasted barely one minute, and yet twelve men lay butchered on the floor of the refectory. Dr. Snip stood surveying the inmates; they looked away as his eyes scanned them. They were all legally insane, but knew a fellow Maniac when they saw one. Sheathing his sword, Snip took out of his pocket a notebook. An inmate that was standing close to him; saw Snip crossing off names from a list before replacing the book in his pocket. Smiling kindly at the stunned crowd Snip said ' Have a nice day', and vanished like the magician he was thought to be. He next turned up at Pentonville, and slaughtered ten more on his list before vanishing into thin air. By the end of the morning he had visited nine institutions, and despatched eighty-three men. The Home Secretary declared Dr. Snip Britain's No.1 fugitive, and a reward was placed on his head. Stephen read this in the morning papers and was annoyed. The stupid bastard didn't realise he was doing him a fucking favour. With a growl of rage he dressed, and jumped directly into the Home Secretaries office. He grabbed an Aide by the throat and demanded to know where the Stupid bastard was. The aide managed to choke out that the H.S. was in the Commons making a speech about his war on crime. Snip snarled in rage and flung the young aide across the room, before jumping straight into the House of Commons, the home of British Law. The Home Secretary was laying out his plans for Prison reform, and a new sliding scale of punishments for serious crimes. He stopped abruptly when Snip appeared out of thin air in front of him. 'You Stupid Bastard, what the fuck are you drivelling on about now? I am doing my best to help you out by making more room in your prisons, and you put out a reward on me. What's that all about eh?' Screamed Dr. Snip at the flustered man. 'Dear God it's Snip,' was heard as the members of parliament recognised the infamous killer. 'No need to get up Gentlemen' yelled Snip loudly, 'I am only here to put my point of view across. As of today the penalty for killing a child is Death. No excuses accepted, I have made a list and when I have crossed off all the names on it you will be pleased to hear that I will have saved the taxpayer millions of pounds. No No please don't bother to thank me, I am a British citizen and it is my duty to help out when duty calls.' Seeing the security guards edging towards him, reminded Snip that he had probably outstayed his welcome here. With a last threat to the Home Secretary to get off his back, Snip bowed to the cameras recording the Commons and vanished. Stephen materialised in his kitchen; he was very tired. Slaughtering people was a dirty job, but somebody had to do it he thought to himself with a grin. 'Dr. Snip, we know you're in there, come out with your hands in the air or we will open fire on you,' shouted an amplified voice from outside his house. Stephen stood up and walked to his window, the house appeared surrounded by over one hundred police. He could see weapons in many hands, and they were all pointed in his direction. 'Why can't we all just get along,' he shouted to the police. This was the perfect time to try his little experiment. The World Brain had warned him it would be dangerous, but as he looked out at the army of weapon wielding cops he thought that dangerous was a relative description. Setting his QT to 101 Nanoseconds of Phase, he hummed a happy tune to himself and Phased. Stephen heard a strange twanging sound; that seemed to resonate through the atoms of his body. Apart from that, nothing fucking happened. He got up from the kitchen table and looked out at the army of cops. There was no army of cops; the garden was deserted. 'Well I'll be a monkey's uncle' he chortled happily, ' it worked.' As was his habit he drew Excalibur, and began to polish its blade as he decided what to do next. His eyes wandered around his kitchen until he noticed his trophy wall. There hanging in pride of place was Excalibur. 'What the fuck? he murmured, and standing up took down the sword from the wall. It was his sword, but so was the one he had been polishing. Being a tidy person he replaced the second sword back on the wall, and began to look around the house. It was his house, although certain things were out of place or missing altogether. 'I seem to have entered a Parallel Universe,' he muttered to himself as he searched his house. 'I wonder if there is another me? I would like to meet me, I am such a nice chap that I'm sure we would get on just fine.' Knowledge being power, he jumped to the nearest library to study the newspapers of this alternate universe to see what was different about it. He discovered that things in this world were very similar to his own. One of the main differences that affected him was that Dr. Snip was still managing to keep his real identity a secret. In his world he had been photographed by a reporter; with a telephoto lens. He had seen his own face splashed across the front pages of the newspapers the next morning at breakfast. 'Well done you,' he said wistfully. Since he had been identified, he had always had to keep looking over his shoulder for the cops. It was only a matter of time before they traced him to his home, and he had been lucky to be able to escape into this world. He was pleased that this Dr. Snip was just as bloodthirsty as he was. He read with relish the accounts of the atrocities perpetuated by his twin. 'Can't wait to meet you,' he whispered to himself. Gloria was having trouble sleeping; she had just finished her shift in the King's bed, and had vacated it to allow another Handmaiden her chance to get pregnant. She was lying in her own bed at her Manor in the country, and thinking about Steve. He had really fucked her life up, however she was fair enough to admit that if it hadn't been for him she wouldn't have a life to fuck up. Why on earth couldn't she have kept her legs together, it must have been those primitive pheromones that had disconnected her brain from her cunt. She never thought she would admit this, but Steve was a better lover than the King. The King was a renowned lover, he knew all the poems and songs, and he knew all the sexual techniques. The problem was that Gloria knew them as well, and she now found 26th Century lovemaking boring. She was unique in the Kings Harem, because of her uninhibited use of dirty words during sex. She had a dirty mouth to go with her dirty ways in bed; this kept the King fascinated by her. The rest of the handmaidens were good little girls, who opened their legs for the king with a grateful smile. They were there to get pregnant, the king was to fuck them and come in their vaginas. They had no interest oral or anal sex, that wouldn't get them pregnant. They were basically brood mares for the Aristocracy, and had as much affect on the King as masturbation. Dicky had confided to her that he often thought of her, when he was servicing the other women. 'You're my dirty little girl Gloria,' he would whisper to her in bed. 'Shut up Dicky, and lick my cunt,' she would reply pulling his leonine head down between her legs. That was the main difference about Steve, he couldn't sing to save his life, and the only poems he knew were dirty limericks. But he certainly knew how to fuck his women; it was almost like bestiality being fucked by him. He was so hairy it was obscene, and she loved every second of his primitive cock ramming inside her. On top of all that she was pregnant with his child. She should have immediately informed the State that she was pregnant, but had a few days leeway before she had to come clean. She knew the King would be surprised at her error, but he had liked Steve and she hoped he would regard it as a genuine mistake on her part, and not hold it against her. This didn't help her at the moment as her cunt was burning with lust for Steve. 'Fuck you Steve,' she swore as she reached for her favourite vibrator. She would normally have ridden her sex horse, but it wasn't the same without Steve standing watching her naked and orgasming. Eventually as her orgasm hit her, the name she screamed out was Steve's. When Steve came back into Angel's bedroom with his tea, he was surprised to see her getting dressed in bra and knickers. 'What's up darling?' he asked sitting down on the bed to watch her dress. Mother has invited us over for a party, I thought it would be nice for you to see her with her clothes on for a change,' Angel replied smiling at him wickedly. 'Ouch! that hurt darling, the last time a saw your mother she was fully dressed and on her best behaviour,' he protested. 'Well be that as it may, there is a costume ball being sponsored by the King and we are both invited.' 'Great I could do with a break, what should I wear?' he asked. 'I have the perfect outfit for you darling,' purred Angel. At least it will keep him safe from my mother, the filthy whore, she thought to herself smiling a wicked smile. 'No spray-on Catsuit then?' he queried. 'No my sexy man, I want to be ready in case you need sex, a cat suit isn't the best choice of clothes for fucking.' 'You're worse than your mother' he accused, patting her bottom lovingly. 'No Steve my darling primitive, I am a child compared to Gloria. She has revealed some of her tricks but she has hundreds more up her shall we say for politeness sake "Sleeve". Seeing Angel in her bra and knickers had switched Steve on in a big way. Angel noticed this and decided to ask him to do something for her. 'Steve darling, do you like me in knickers?' 'Oh yes you sexy beast, they make you look more ....... Vulnerable for want of a better word. You are so strong that sometimes you need a pair of frilly knickers to bring out the feminine inside you,' he said seriously. 'Could I ask you to do something for me Steve, something that you might find strange?' Steve was puzzled at her question, Angel was an uninhibited lover and they had tried every variation on sex he knew about. What on earth did she have in mind now? 'Whatever you ask of me I will do,' he promised blindly. Angel looked at him strangely and went over to a cupboard. She pulled out a lash, a whip with many braids made of thin leather. 'Steve I need you to bend me over your knee, pull down my panties and whip my naked bottom as hard as you can,' she said quietly. 'You sexy little pervert, if that's what you want I will be only too happy to spank your naked arse till you scream,' he said smiling. Steve took this request lightly, because he knew Angel's body was armoured. There was no way whipping her would hurt, and he assumed that this was a sexual ploy of hers to turn him on. What he didn't know; was that it would hurt her very much indeed. Her armoured sub-dermal mesh was literally sub-dermal, i.e. under her skin. If a knife cut her, the blade couldn't penetrate her body but it would still make a shallow painful cut on her skin. Whipping her naked bottom; would cause the nerve ending of her skin to transmit the pain signals to her brain just the same as any other woman's. Handing him the Lash she turned her back on him, and bending from the waist slowly pulled down her knickers, exposing her beautiful naked bottom to his gaze. She then lay over his knees, feeling his erection digging into her naked stomach. Steve couldn't resist running his hand over her bottom. The feel of her silky skin was very erotic, and he kissed each bum cheek gently. 'Stop that Steve, I've been a very naughty girl and I deserve a good spanking,' said Angel bossily. 'Brace yourself Shelia' warned Steve, and slammed the lash down onto her naked bum. Despite anticipating the blow, Angel still squealed in shock as the pain made her jump. The lash had reddened her left buttock, so Steve slammed it down hard on the right one to spread the red glow that has suffused her skin. Over and over he whipped her naked arse, until her moans were very audible to him. Her bottom was a bright red, and Angel was gasping with pain. Why the fuck am I doing this? She asked herself as Steve laid it on. I'm doing this because I am a two faced snob who has a womb that is too good for her man to fill, she answered herself. Seeing Angel's bottom a bright red all over Steve asked 'Had enough darling?' Trying to ignore the blazing pain from her whipped arse, Angel smiled at him and agreed that she had been well whipped. Slowly getting off his lap she walked carefully into her bathroom. Once out of his sight she sprayed her burning bottom with a healing spray. Instantly the pain faded to a slight throb, and she surreptitiously wiped away the tears of pain that had run rebelliously down her cheeks. It was just as well that she had been quick, because Steve followed her into the bathroom. Seeing her bent over; he thrust himself deep inside her from behind. 'You have got me so hot I just have to fuck you' he growled, as he pounded himself into her vagina. The impact of his hips against her throbbing arse; was very uncomfortable but Angel accepted the pain stoically. However she was really relived when he gasped in passion, and ejaculated into her. 'Wow, that was very erotic Angel, at least my balls will be empty when I next meet Gloria,' he panted kissing her lovingly. If only, thought Angel grumpily, she knew that Gloria could make any man hard if she so chose, regardless of how many times he had come previously. Her mother was the Queen of Sex, and was equipped with drug injectors in her nails. She could, and often did, use these drugs to enhance the performance of her lovers. Stephen Steel was chuckling to himself; he had just been using his twin's computer, and had discovered that all the Nonce's he had killed in his world were still alive in this one. Oh well he thought good-naturedly, if at first you don't succeed etc etc. He was just about to jump to this world's version of the Mental institution, when he remembered that no one in this world knew Dr. Snips real identity. Looking at the trophy wall he saw a Black executioners hood, and realised that his twin must wear it when in public. Donning it, he regarded himself in a mirror. Very Scary, he thought admiringly. His respect for himself grew, the more he learned about his twin. 'Hi Ho, Hi Ho, it's off to work I go,' he sang as he vanished from the kitchen. He materialised in the refectory again, and walked towards the table around which congregated the group of Nonce's. 'Its Dr. Snip!' yelled a voice, and before he knew it a guard tackled him from behind. As he fell heavily to the floor the guard kept a grip on his hood, and managed to pull it off. Thinking quickly for his twins sake; Stephen Phased and became unrecognisable, a figure of unbreakable glass. Getting to his feet, he found himself surrounded by inmates attacking him. Drawing Excalibur he spun around 360 degrees, his blazing blade slicing through everything in its path. He was now standing in a clearing, floored with parts of bodies, some cut neatly in half at the waist. There was no blood, as the intense energies of his blade cauterised the wounds. The inmates screamed in horror, as they realised what had just happened. There was a concerted rush for the door, to escape this apparition. Stephen jumped to the doorway, and met the panicked crowd of criminals with his slashing sword. They fell before him like wheat to a scythe, he had lost track of his special targets in the crowd and so decided to kill everyone he could reach. 'Next please' he chortled, as he sheared through them, his blade a burning circle of destruction. Fortunately for them, the guards seeing this massacre, decided to set off the alarm and wait for reinforcements to arrive, before approaching this madman. Soon a panting Stephen was standing in a heap of bodies, he saw his hood on the ground and pulled it over his head before coming out of Phase. Walking up to the nervous guards he sheathed his sword, and asked them to pass on a message to the Home Secretary. 'Tell him that I have decided to help him with the overcrowded prison problem. He will soon have lots of room in his prisons around the country,' he declared. Then before their stunned eyes he simply vanished. Stephen had planned to continue his slaughter at the other prisons, but the fight had tired him and he needed a rest and a cup of coffee. Back in his twin's kitchen, he was dismayed when he couldn't find any coffee. He decided to take a walk down to his local shop and buy some. It was a pleasure to be able to walk unrecognised through the town, until he came to the general store. He chatted pleasantly with the shopkeeper, and took his coffee back to the house. He could have jumped there, but was savouring the feeling of freedom that he didn't have in his own world. Soon the lovely smell of coffee permeated the kitchen, and he sat down to enjoy his well-deserved drink. Stephen had discovered the Phase shift long before Steve had. He used it constantly at home because of the fact that the police would shoot him on sight, and he had never thought of the bullet-dodging trick. Stephens's relationship with his World Brain had never evolved into a friendship, and as well as the police, he also had the BTO on his back. He spent a lot of time Phased, and loved the feeling of invulnerability it gave him. In fact he decided to complete the rest of his task Phased, both to protect his Twin's identity and to avoid being shot in the back by a Guard. Feeling refreshed after his coffee he picked up his list, phased and jumped to the next prison on his list. Steve was admiring himself in Angel's mirror, it had been just a wall until she had waved her hand in a certain pattern, and then her wall had transformed into a giant mirror. Steve was looking at a Knight in Black armour; he was completely covered in plate steel or something approximating it, and looked just like Sir Lancelot. He also looked a lot like a Storm Trooper and commented on this to Angel. 'That's because Britain modelled its Storm Troopers on the Armoured Knights of old,' she explained. 'As you are a Knight of the British Empire, it allows you to carry your sword without comment from anyone,' said Angel admiringly. Let's see if you can fuck him through that lot mother, she thought with a smile. It was a party to celebrate St. Georges Day; all National holidays were to do with real or legendary British Heroes. The British were inordinately proud of being British. and took every opportunity to remind themselves of their glorious past. The King had commanded a Joust to celebrate St. George's defeat of the Dragon. King Richard the Seventh; modelled himself after Richard the Lion-heart. He liked to believe that he was a direct descendent of that famous King. Dicky was dressed as The Lion-heart, in shining armour covered with a white tabard with a big red cross of St. George on it. Steve was looking forward to the party; a guilty part of him couldn't wait to see Gloria again. "The Sword of Allah" was in turmoil; they had lost their rogue Storm Trooper. It must have been destroyed, because the QT device had jumped itself back to the pre-programmed location. It had been automatically monitoring the Troopers vitals, and when they ceased it automatically returned itself to base. Base being Saudi Arabia, the headquarters of the "Sword of Allah". The Leader was not a happy man, his whole plan to kidnap the King of Britain hinged on using a boosted Storm Trooper, to counter the Kings own Storm Trooper bodyguard. They planned to bargain the Kings life, for a share in their own Oil. The main impediment to their plan was the Kings bodyguard. It was a top of the range Storm Trooper with double boost facility, and various other modifications that even their intelligence sources couldn't discover. It would be suicide to try and kidnap the King, while it was guarding him. On top of that difficulty, they still didn't have the second QT device required to jump the king back to Saudi Arabia. However the leader was a very clever man, and decided to use plan 'B'. Plan 'B' was a good plan, but required two special operatives to pull it off. They would have to be totally dedicated to the mission, and be willing to die to see it through. Fortunately the leader had two such men available, and called them to his side. The plan was relatively simple, because it relied on the fact that it was a suicide mission. Both members of the team would be suicide bombers. The first man would be fitted with an explosive belt, and would infiltrate the party. His task was to grab hold of the Storm Trooper and detonate his explosives, destroying himself and the Trooper. The moment this happened the second member of the team would jump in next to the King. Removing his QT he would attach it to the King, and jump him out to Saudi Arabia. He would then run into the densest group of Aristocrats he could see, and detonate his own suicide bomb. This secondary task was to kill as many as he could to sow fear and confusion, and delay any attempts to recover the King. The leader preferred the first plan, which didn't cost any of his men's lives, but sacrifices had to be made for the good of the cause. Steve found himself the centre of attention as the party commenced. Angel had to jump out on a mission for the BTO. She excused herself from the party, explaining to Steve that she found these Royal parties incredibly boring. Gloria hadn't been able to restrain herself, from telling her fellow Handmaidens about his prowess in and out of bed. He was surrounded by a group of stunningly beautiful women, all offering him sex. In order to protect himself from their blatant advances, he had pulled down the visor of his helmet. This stopped the rain of kisses, that had been pleasing and yet embarrassing him. He was also pleased, that his armoured groin concealed his instinctive reaction to this erotic attack. He decided to participate in the Joust, and entered himself into the sword fighting competition. He was a bit disappointed to learn that he couldn't use Excalibur. However he expected to give a good show, with the blunt edged swords provided by the organisers. The group of beautiful women that surrounded him, suddenly parted as Gloria walked up to him. His heart missed a beat, as he gazed upon the Queen of Sex herself. She was the Kings No.1 Favourite, and the other Handmaidens deferred to her in all things. Gloria was wearing a medieval dress; that appeared to be made of cobwebs and mist. He could see glimpses of her exquisite naked body, as the dress rippled in the breeze. He was again grateful that the armour hid his reaction to her. 'My brave Knight must carry my favour into battle' she purred, tying a red gauzy piece of material around his upper arm. 'These are my panties, Sir Knight; I have just removed them for you. If you win I will allow you to replace them on my body,' she whispered seductively. Steve could detect a note of frustration, as Gloria stroked his body. Suddenly he realised that his armour was protecting him from her nails. Her injectors couldn't penetrate his costume. 'Gloria my Queen,' he whispered in her ear, 'you don't need your drugs to enslave me. You have already captured my heart, and I will dedicate my victories to you.' Gloria squealed in delight as she heard this, he had just declared his love for her and her heart leapt with joy and pride. She was carrying his child in her womb, and she realised that what she felt for this primitive was more than just lust. Lady Gloria Black, First Handmaiden to King Richard the Seventh of Great Britain, was hopelessly in love. The first time you fall in love is devastating, even if you are over 170 years old. Steve was very nervous and excited, his bout was next and he could see his opponent warming up in the arena. Steve's opponent was also dressed in full armour, but his was a Golden Colour. Each Knight had a shield with his heraldic device painted on it. Angel had an hourglass painted on Steve's shield, to symbolise Time. The Golden knight was a fantastic fighter; he had already fought four challengers and beaten them all easily. Steve was hoping that his practice with his sword; would enable him to hold his own against him. The device on the Golden Knights shield; was the double helix of DNA. The trumpets blew and Steve walked slowly out to fight the Golden Knight, who was waiting for him in the centre of the sandy arena. The swords they were using were capable of leaving a red mark on your opponent's armour, if you hit it with sufficient force. Three good hits to your head or body, and you were adjudged dead. Steve had asked about the rules, and was told that the only rule a British Knight had to worry about was to win at all costs. The first thing Steve knew was a massive impact to his shield, which numbed his left arm. The Golden Knight had attacked without warning, and his speed was frightening. Steve stumbled back a step and brought his sword up, just in time to parry a horizontal slash that would have struck his neck. The Golden Knight was a very big man, and his speed was forcing Steve to fight on the defensive. Steve noticed that his opponent didn't fight defensively at all; he obviously believed that the best defence was attack. Steve concentrated on weathering the flurry of attacks, he was doing well until one of the knight's blows skated over his shield and clipped his helmet. He didn't need to see the scoreboard to know he was hit; his throbbing head made it quite clear. Seeing Steve stagger the golden knight attacked again, lifting his sword high in the air in order to bring it crashing down on his head. Steve hurled himself forward and desperately using the broadsword as a rapier, thrust the point of it hard into the knight's groin. Although the Golden Knight's groin was protected by chain mail, the entire weight of Steve's body was behind the thrust. The Knight doubled over in pain, as the shock of the blow was transmitted to his balls. Jumping to the side Steve slammed his blade in a swinging slash to the Knight's stomach, causing him to kneel down in the sand gasping for breath. Steve's blood was pounding through his veins as he lifted his broadsword high in the air, preparatory to slamming it down onto the Knight's unprotected neck. The beaten Knight's very helplessness caused Steve to restrain himself. He spent his life protecting the helpless, and couldn't bring himself to hurt this beaten man. Instead of smashing his blade down on the unprotected neck, he gently tapped the knight on his armoured back, just hard enough to leave a mark. His tired mind realised that the watching crowd had gone very quiet, and to his amazement he saw Gloria rush over to the golden knight and gently unstrap his helmet. She pulled it off and unleashed a mass of golden hair, the leonine face of the King looked up at Steve with a wry smile. 'Well done Sir Knight,' said the deep voice of the King of Britain, ' an unorthodox blow but very effective, I will remember that one for quite some time I think.' Steve dropped his sword in the sand, and rushed over to help Richard to his feet. 'Are you hurt my love?' asked Gloria stroking his head with her handkerchief. 'It will be a while before I will be any good to you my sexy minx,' the King replied rubbing his crotch gingerly. Steve felt very embarrassed, he now realised that everyone there had known that the Golden Knight was the King except him. 'I am very sorry your Majesty, I never considered it could be you,' he said apologetically. 'Rubbish man, it was a good fight and I almost had you,' said the king smiling at Steve. ' I need a drink, please join me' invited the King, and with Gloria on one arm and Steve on the other they made their way to the bar. After a drink or three, Steve again apologised for hurting Richard. 'I came very close to really hurting you for a moment,' he confessed. 'Not a chance of that old boy I'm afraid, my bodyguard Omega, was watching closely. If he thought I was in any danger of serious injury he would have interposed himself' said the King, indicating his very own Storm trooper standing unobtrusively a few paces away. 'But he was nowhere near us, he couldn't possibly have saved you if I had brought the sword down on your neck,' protested Steve. 'O ye of little faith, watch and learn,' said Richard letting go of his glass of beer. It fell to the floor but before it could impact, it was caught in the steel hand of Omega, the Kings Storm trooper. Steve had seen Angel boost, and had also seen the rogue Storm Trooper Double boost. However this was reminiscent of jumping via the QT, Omega not only caught the glass, but caught it so gently that not a drop of beer was spilled. 'Don't ask, I have no idea how fast he can react, but rest assured he could have caught your blade before it impacted on my neck if he deemed it necessary,' said the King ruefully. 'You see why I have to resort to subterfuge, in order to try and have a little dangerous fun now and again.' 'When are you going to replace my knickers on me Steve?' a sultry voice asked. 'I am getting a bit cold around my nether regions without them,' said Gloria. 'That will be the day my sexy minx' said Richard, smiling down at his diminutive favourite. 'I am often surprised that your panties don't catch fire, owing to the fact that you are so very hot.' 'Well I demand a kiss from my champion at least,' she demanded. As both Steve and Richard had removed their helmets, Gloria could grab Steve's ears and pull his head down for a kiss. Steve was so busy worrying about her nails, that he missed the beautiful sweetness of her saliva, as she thrust her tongue into his mouth passionately. Everything about the Queen of Sex was enhanced; even her bodily fluids were laced with sexual stimulants. Steve felt himself react to her kiss, he became rigid with desire for her and his armour constricted him painfully. 'Put him down Glory' ordered the King, realising what she was doing. 'That was very naughty and you will have to pay a forfeit,' he said smiling at his tiny lover. 'Sing a song for us,' he commanded. There is a certain type of Violin used mainly in Scandinavia that is referred to as the Devil's Fiddle. It has a very unique sound caused by having two sets of strings. The player bows one set of strings as normal, but the second set run parallel under the first and resonate to give a deeper more sensual sound. Gloria could drive anyone within earshot of her voice into an orgasm by simply humming her special tune. Her vocal chords had been enhanced, to produce sub-harmonics similar to the Devil's Violin. Steve was surprised when the king handed him a pair of earplugs, and advised him to wear them. Looking around the group of Aristocrats that filled the Beer tent, Steve saw many of the older ones also fitting earplugs into their ears. They had been here before, and knew what was coming. 'Alas my Love you do me wrong.........' Gloria commenced singing her version of the classic " Greensleeves " Her voice was hypnotic and beguiling, her clear tones echoed across the Beer tent and the effect on the partying Aristocrats was remarkable. All restraints seemed to be lifted from the partygoers, and a veritable orgy began. The Handmaidens threw themselves at the nearest available males and began to undress them and each other frantically. Steve and the King watched in amazement, as the staid group of Aristocrats turned into a copulating pile of naked bodies. Gloria herself was immune to her own voice, and stood fully dressed surrounded by beautiful naked bodies enflamed by lust. To Steve she seemed like the Goddess Aphrodite, casting her spell of love on mere humans. Despite the earplugs he still wanted her, as her saliva worked on his inhibitions. If the Aristocrats were affected by her Siren song, the Arab suicide bomber who was making his way towards Omega; was completely unprepared for the wave of lust that swept over him without warning. He had come disguised as a servant, with a belt of 26th Century explosives around his waist. This was revealed, as a lustful woman tore his clothes off him. Steve recognised the explosive belt from his time in Iraq, where he had seen these deadly devices during his time as a Para. Despite having to fight off the lustful woman and his own desires, the bomber was doggedly fighting his way through the crowd of copulating Aristocrats. Steve could see that his target could only be Omega, who was standing to one side of the tent his eyes constantly fixed on the King. He was so dedicated to protecting Richard; that the thought that anyone would dare to attack him obviously didn't occur to him. Steve didn't know exactly what was going on, but he did know that a suicide bomber in a tent full of Aristocrats, and more importantly to him Gloria, was a bad thing. He phased and jumped towards the frantic man, grabbing him around the waist. Steve then jumped them both one-mile straight up into the air. As Steve had hoped, the first time shock of jumping had rendered the bomber unconscious. He had hoped this would happen, so they could question the man when he jumped back to the King. However Steve couldn't have known that the explosive belt was rigged with a dead mans switch. It was only prevented from detonating by the constant pressure exerted by the bomber on a device held in his hand. If he was shot his hand would relax and the bomb would detonate. The same thing applied if he was knocked unconscious. One second Steve had his arms around a human being, the next second he was blasted backwards in the sky. The force of the explosion disintegrated the bombers body, leaving only a fine bloody mist like a red cloud in the sky. Falling back to earth Steve jumped to a location outside the beer tent to avoid landing on any naked people. Omega seeing Steve disappear from the king's side and reappear grappling with a man wearing a suspicious belt, had leapt towards them to capture or kill the intruder. Before he got there they had vanished, and a few seconds later a terrific explosion could be heard in the sky above the tent. In the few seconds that Omega was distracted, the second Bomber materialised beside the King and clipped his pre-programmed QT to the king's belt. The bomber pressed a button on the QT, and the King disappeared. The bomber had planned to run towards the greatest concentration of Aristocrats, and detonate his own belt. However he was shocked to find himself surrounded by naked copulating people, and stood frozen for a few vital seconds. Omega saw the King disappear, and slammed into full battle mode. To his eyes the people in the tent seemed to almost freeze, as his senses sped up tenfold normal. Using his augmented legs he hurled himself at the frozen bomber, smashing him off his feet and through the material of the tent wall onto the lawn outside. Steve was still phased as he materialised, and saw what was transpiring. He realised that although Omega had removed the bomber from the beer tent, the man was still far too close to it for safety. Again he jumped to the pair, Omega had a firm hold of the man and Steve didn't dare take the time to consult with him over the best course of action. Grabbing hold of both men, he again jumped high into the sky. This time he knew what to do and as he materialised high above the clouds he held on tightly to the man's fists, ensuring they didn't relax and open. 'Omega, suicide bomber, dead mans switch, he yelled to the Storm trooper. They were now falling back towards the ground, and Steve could only watch as Omega quickly and professionally disarmed the explosive belt. 'Done,' said Omega crisply, and with a sigh of relief Steve jumped them all back to the lawn. The bomber was still unconscious, and Omega shackled him securely with handcuffs taken from compartments in his synthetic body. The Storm trooper then ran into the tent to find his King. Semi-naked Aristocrats were stumbling out of the tent, as Omega rushed in. He realised that the King had indeed disappeared, and immediately sent a signal to this effect to his immediate superior. Gloria rushed out onto the lawn distraught, and stood looking around for Steve. He realised that she couldn't see him as he was still phased, and switched it off. She jumped as he appeared in front of her, sobbing she ran into his arms. 'Its all my fault, if I hadn't ensorcelled the people, Omega wouldn't have been distracted,' she sobbed. 'Nonsense Gloria darling, it was your song that uncovered the bomber, you saved everyone in the tent today,' he assured her. They were interrupted by the return of Omega. 'Where have they taken him?' asked the trooper. 'I'll ask' replied Steve, contacting Merlin on his implant. 'Merlin old friend, they have taken the King, where did they go?' he asked the World Brain. 'I can only inform you where the QT went, which was Saudi Arabia a town called Al-Hasa. The King has almost certainly been taken elsewhere by conventional air transport,' advised Merlin. 'Regardless of that I intend to find Richard and rescue him' swore Steve. Omega heard this response, and stated that wherever Steve went he was to take Omega with him. Although he thought he could do this on his own, Steve didn't want to fall out with the Kings bodyguard, and agreed to Omega's participation in the rescue mission. *To be continued...*

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Title: Zerathain: The Beginning by Galactor123 Tags: Cock Growth, Domination/Submission, Hyperphallic, Lizard, M/F, Masturbation, Story Series, Tit Fuck Editors Note: This is my first non-macro piece. Still a lot of sex (duh) but no macroness in this one. So for people who were sick of my big things, should hurray. For those who want more bigness, I'll go back to it eventually, just wanted to add a bit of variety. That and I found this one in my archive of oldness, and thought it was good enough to be a keeper. I didn't edit it much, so pardon any grammar mistakes. Point them out if you wish, I'll edit this via peers. And yes, it's another continuation. Just wanted to see the reaction thus far to it. Now, without further adieu... Tails of Zerathain Written with regards by, Dr. Ren Flemming A Scientific Study and Narrative Prologue To begin with Zerathains biography, one must first realize a few basic facts about his race. One, his race is particularly conniving, evil, and particularly sexist. Males are expected to do just about everything, while a female may sit back and hope a male finds her attractive, and thats truly about it. When a male wants a mate, normally his counterpart has little to no choice in the matter. If a female can take on a male in combat to prevent the breeding she can, but considering that females of the species, through years of adaptation to their position have less muscle, and less battle savvy, if the female wins its talk of the town, and most of the time the male will never be breed ever, because he obviously isn't a strong enough member of society. If he does breed, more then likely it will be with a younger, and thus barren bride. The males are potent, they have to be, because unlike most reptiles that lay thousands or even millions of eggs, Zerathain's race (which is unwrittable, and barely pronounceable by human lips) gives birth to one live young at a time, with twins being an incredibly rare, and considered a blessed exception, with the male and female both being considered a holy pairing, and normally are egged on to make a lot more between each other for the good of the tribe. Thusly though, there race is rather small, only a few hundred thousand exist, and most of them in three core cities (also unnameable, for the natural speech of these creatures seems to be an even more gutteral offset of draconic). I have spent my time studying this race for quite a while, and thankfully, while evil, they tend to keep to themselves for our benefit in these cities, except when hungry. They also are rather acceptable to people who are curious about them, as their small cloistered nature means there also curious. Truly though, most adventurers simply learn never to get close, for the few that do normally never return, or return with rather horrid tales of debauchery. Another curious thing about Zerathain's race, is that they seem to never stop growing. They have a spurt at around the same time that human mammals do, around maturity (the age of 30-40 for these creatures) that normally shoots them from slightly below the size of an adult human male, to roughly seven to eight feet tall. This is generally the height they stay at for their days, albeit every couple of months they grow an inch, and for a race destined to live about as long as an elf, that adds up rather quickly. For example, I have seen alpha males (more on this later) at up to, twelve, thirteen, and even as tall as twenty feet. Thankfully this is very rare as well, perhaps even rarer then twins, and normally is in the heritages of the most high and mighty rulers of the three main tribes, one such lineage that Zerathain is not apart of, although close. He is a mere nine feet tall, but also not fully grown it seems. On that note, the term, "maturity" for them also seems relative. They are born with much of the attributes to start breeding right away, and some do before they reach the maturity age, it just seems that they are unable to reproduce to any meaningful effect until maturity. They also, to offset the low population of their race and its relative spread out nature, have rather overtly large sexual organs. Males, the largest I have seen, can grow up to fifteen inches, and about four inches in girdth. However, this I have heard, and have seen (scientifically of course) is uncommon, I have also heard rumor of bigger. For example however, Zerathains itself is sixteen inches long, and four inches. Besides this, males have large muscular forms, with corded muscles and large black ebony talons on they're paws. There heads look like dragon heads, and they have large tails, corded and slick, the only part of them that is scaleless, or at least have such small and interlocking scales that it seems like skin. Females on the otherhand, are much different. Females seem to also never stop growing, however they normally only get up to the size of an average human male in there spurts. However I have seen alpha females (more on this in the next section) up to ten or twelve feet tall. They are still powerful forces of nature, don't get me wrong. A commoner or even an averagely trained soldier or modestly successful adventurer wouldn't be much of a challenge to a female (even less of a challenge to a male). They are also fairly muscular, but slender muscle instead of corded. large paws with long talons like the males, and oddly enough they support mammalary glands, and thus breasts, like mammals, an oddity that even I cannot explain. Perhaps magic? Perhaps they truly aren't reptiles? Many speculate in the scientific community about this question. Regardless, they have quite potent breasts, large and full enough for their large live babies to live off of, something that like humans, males seem to find terribly attractive. Truly though, the most fascinating part of this race is the use of the tribal system. Alpha males and females are like the queens and kings of the human world. They both have incredible priveledges. The alpha male, the strongest member of society, and also the biggest by breeding, has say over the entire city of his dwelling. Any female need not be dominated or coerced to mate with the alpha, and normally when the city is content, you can't spot the alpha, but you can hear the groans and growls of pleasure from his den throughout the night, and females come out looking rather content. The alpha female however, is more then just the strongest or most sought after female in the city, although this may be her original reason for coming to power. She also has power over ceremonies and religion, something I was barred from investigating in my time among them (and didn't push, as the female alpha looked very ready to tear me apart) but seems to be very important part of their culture. Zerathain: A Scientific Approach Zerathain is an oddity of his race. As is said, he's particularly potent, even when compared to others of his race, and is also an outcast, something that happens only rarely in his race. He was, oddly, outcast for dominating the alpha female and attempting to become alpha male through her (who didn't need much dominating after the first go round, or so he says.) The alpha male caught wind of this, and banished Zerathain, and apparently did things unspeakable to his fellow alpha female. Zerathain then head out into the real world, and eventually met me. I found him fascinating, and learned more of his race to write down here for your pleasure. Zerathain, in my eyes, is still very much a member of his race. Seeing females little more then tools to be used, albeit respected in their uses and their abilities to call upon other males; he sees humans as food, tools, or interesting playthings (the later I would say he's applied to me, thankfully). He has since learned human law, and while perhaps not "fitting in" he at the very least has evaded jail for the most part. He has even attracted human female attention from a few places, or so he has said (and illustrated quite well in his narrative). However, he has said that while observations are good, he perfers to tell his life like the storytellers of his old city, in a story of his life. A narrative approach I thought would be fascinating, so I gave him a shot, and it came out quite informative, if a bit gruesome and a tad bit explicit in his urges and how he sate them. Regardless, if you are weak of stomach or strong in the words of purity, refrain from reading more. Indeed, I should have put this up at the top I suppose, but if you are still not offended, but thought you would be, you more then likely will be from reading his narrative. Otherwise, read on. Zerathain: The Narrative Descent I had a rather normal childhood for my race. Growing up, learning the basics of hunting with talon and spear. I grew up knowing my place. I wasn't alpha, I was beta. A relative of the Alpha, long forgotten, I held respect by my similar lineage, but I couldn't command. This infuriated me, and all my life I grew up loathing the alpha male, with all his beautiful females. I was surprisingly a runt when growing up as a child, a slow grower no female took me seriously at first. All of my race feels the urge, the lust inside them from the moment there out of the womb, to breed. However mine was stronger then most, and mine was left to linger and brood for sometime. Having no upwards power, I needed outwards. I trained, sparring with the males in the city. At first they laughed at me, called me Rhtyvin (Note: This is as close as I could to mimicking his speech here, although as said before it was a toughy to decipher, it seems almost to have some vowels, so I gave it a shot) meaning both "weakling" and "prey animal" in my native tongue. This made me brood harder. I hunted with my father every chance I could, becoming close to him in parental bonds. He and I found no dislike with one another, and were close enough not to bother watching our own backs for each other after a time. I grew strong in the hunt, my muscles some of the largest of all the betas, and even larger then one of the alpha's lineage. I liked the feeling of being large, even when I was no taller then the Human Rhtyvin I enjoyed catching. This went on for a while, fourty years in fact, until I went through my maturation. Now, interesting human, you seem to think maturation as developing fully. While this is somewhat true for my race, we are more developed at birth then most. Maturation does not come with sleep and time alone, it is a pure moment at which body catches up with neccesity. One must only look and realize what they must do, and after merely a few days, your body will agree, catching up with your needs. One of the things I asked my body, and my soul and god, was to be bigger, big like the mountains, overpowering and a representative of their might. They grinned, and bargained with my body while I slept. They would give me my wish, to a point. I would grow yes, but not to the size of mountains. Instead, I would be the most potent male of all the city, able to dominate, albeit not with size, but lust and power. When I woke up from my slumber, I was shocked with the new feelings in me. I had almost doubled in size, but most important of all, was the lust I had shared for my females, never sated before that moment, came at me like a blinding flash. My shaft would not quell, as it throbbed in its mightyness, making it known to the world my new found prowess. I needed a female, and I had few in mind. I had not looked for them, for I knew it was a waste at first, so only a handful I had lusted for in my youth. The alpha of course, but also one female, Riktana in your language. I walked towards Riktana's hut, growling slowly as each move and each wind over my naked flesh excited me. I walked into her door, and Riktana squeeled, looked at my new form, AND fell to the floor in front of me in the posture of lusty submission to males. I was shocked for a moment, but I saw her tongue loll expectantly, and felt the pleasant rush of power flow through me. She wanted me badly, and not just to sate her. I grinned, and walked into her tent. She was worthy of a mate like myself, but no alpha or even beta would take her as they blindly hunted first for the alpha who simply laughed at them. She however seemed to have done it before as she shoved her snout into my new throbbing power with a sense of knowing how to please. I groaned and growled, feelings coursing through me that had never been unleashed until now. I couldn't think, or see, which frightened me at first, even beyond my pleasure for a moment. What if a male had chosen her for a bond without my knowledge? What if I was trekking the track of the alpha, who routinely found odd things in females that even betas missed? But at that thought she showed her breasts to my throbbing potent shaft, rubbing me greatly with them, and all thought was lost. I felt like a god as I felt a shiver go through me, and then I groaned, my mighty prowess throbbing heavily into her mouth, on her face, and all over. I couldn't think as I merely jettisoned all of my seed into her, this unnamed tool. I know not what time it took, but ages past to the likes of me before it ended, and she was covered in my brood from snout to tail. She seemed to have enjoyed it though as she was unrelenting, not wanting to let go. A consensus arrived, and after much time, and an entire day gone by with her and I mating, I left her, and fell asleep exhausted, but knowing that such feelings I wanted to feel from now on. I was daring in my youth, perhaps foolish, as I thought my mind made logic out of my thoughts. If such feelings could be felt from Riktana, a good mate but not the best, lusting for anything to fill her for a night after a while of being left alone, what feelings could be unleashed while entertaining the alpha female, someone whose only lasting mate was the alpha male, and was the best mate in the city? Such thoughts coursed in my mind and through my loins many times as I imagined her. Ripe breasts so good for our children we would have, her female flesh rubbing against my powerful prowess. Sometimes I got carried away while thinking, the throbbing too intense to merely dispose of. Many a time I would meet with Riktana hot and heavy, and we mated. She always complimented me on my potentcy, espeically when she found out such sugary words got her my brood faster, stronger, and more often. By a weeks time, her house smelled of me whenever I walked in, my scent all over her and her room even after she washed and bathed. She said she had no other mates, but I later found she had one that had tried to take her. She found him not worthy, and challenged him after he failed to simply take what was denied. She finished him easily, and he was shunned from breeding further. He had luck apparently taking smaller females not yet gone through their true maturity, as such females lusted, but did not get their needs quenched until they were proper mates, they had no choice but to take an outcast for an outcast. For a while she also was outcast, many males seeing her as too powerful in there foolishness to tame, so she was honored to meet such a potent male for breeding (myself), willing to take her so many times. However I found little desireably in her for mating after many times with her. Even when we mated for my pleasure, I imagined her firm breasts were those of the alpha female, that she was bending backwards for me, and I was taking her. The first time I thought this way my brood jettisonned so hard her sex couldn't take nearly any of it, spilling out into the floor like a lake. Riktana knew her days were numbered as my only mate. I was brooding for new flesh, and so was she. We left on good terms. I respected her abilities as a mate, but she was not a beta's mate. I heard she took three mates eventually, two of which she eventually cast of in the ring, so perhaps the other males weren't as foolish as I thought not to try and mate her. Regardless, my loins could only be quelled by my hearts desire, the alpha female. Everyday of waiting only made me want her that much more. I brooded, waiting for a time when the alpha male was out with the others. I passed by his hut everyday, and finally say a pattern. On the second moon of seven, what you humans call "monday" in a "week," he would take another female, and the alpha female would be mateless. It was easy to here, the alpha males females screamed like hungry hatchlings, and the thrusting of the alpha shook his hut, his moans sounding like a group of angry bullfrogs. One night, I planned the unthinkable. I would take the alpha female, and I would show her how well I could take her, and why I should be alpha male with her. The thoughts made me lust for her even more, and the thoughts of taking her, willingly or not, espeically unwillingly, only made the wait that much harder. Finally, the second moon came. I checked the alpha males hut, groans and bouncing sounded from his hut. I grinned, knowing that I had passed the first step. I walked to the alpha female's hut. It was early, no one was around her hut, and it was dark. I walked in casually, my breath heavy from both anxiety and lust. The thrill of what I was about to do outwayed the danger, and then I saw her. She was immense in her bulk. A beautiful body, firm full breasts, corded muscular stomach and legs, and large sensitive skin. I walked up to her and couldn't help but grown in pleasure. I got ontop of her, unable to contain myself, causing her to stir suddenly. In her groginess she really didn't know how to react to me. I grinned and she looked stunned, obviously never having someone so brash as myself to try this. Then she understood what I wanted. She fought back, thrashing about, grappling me, but she was weaker then I had thought as I merely had to block her blows, and then pin her arms down. I savored the moment as she whimpered helplessly underneath me, licking over her firm breasts, those breasts I only dreamed about before as I growled. They were better then anything I'd seen. I forcefully opened her mouth then, giving her a long taste, kissing and lapping at her mouth. Her fighting had gone down, obviously seeing she was overpowered, and knowing her alpha male would be furious to interrupt his mating, I spread her legs though, as she was still defiant in being fully taken. I grinned as I thrust my large head into her. She winced, then moaned, tensed. I savored her, being gentle at first to make her wet. Finally though I could contain myself no longer. I lifted myself and thrust myself deep into her, groaning in pleasure as she felt better then I had dreamed. She winced again as I kept myself there for a while, panting as I felt myself lapsing into ecstasy. I started to pound her, holding nothing back as I used my entire strength. Her breasts flailed wildly, and even at her marginally larger size I kept her pinned and helpless for the entire time. I moaned as I came a lot sooner then I had liked, leaving her floor messy with a puddle larger then anything I had given Riktana, even in our first rutting. I couldn't stop there, it felt too good, and I didn't know if I would live for another try. I kept thrusting, she whimpered out for mercy, but I would give her none for seven more rutts. By the time I was done I could simply continue no longer and expect to walk. She was raw, on the point of bleeding, and sore as I unmounted her. She also seemed to be broken of pride as she was almost submissive to me, and cleaned me and the floor off. I grinned as she did this, my prowess growing taut again, but I spared her another mounting, for my own sake. It was getting late, and I didn't know how many females her male had. I told her that if she told, I'd challenge her and her mate, and she complied after the beating I had given her. I slept nicely that nice, my dreams causing me to wake up the next morning more lusty then ever. It was more powerful even then the lust I had felt at my maturity, and I couldn't seem to think of anything else. I growled, and simply took my prowess into my paw and thrust. I growled as it felt better then I had expected, and I kept at it. Rubbing over my head, then thrusting over the majority of my shaft with a moan, then letting it gyrate. I grabbed my malehood, my sack of brood with my other hand and rubbed it, growling heavier, starting to thrust my invisible brood, my alpha. I imagined her there and growled as my prowess immediately responded my getting thicker, more willing. I imagined her hot firm breasts against me like I had her last night, and it was too much. I moaned, and bucked hard into the air in my bed and let loose with more then I believe I ever had. I then realized why. My prowess had grown even larger over night, each part of my sack full and taut as half of my balled fist. I grinned at it, and knew that next time I met my alpha, she would be pleased. (Flemming: This idea of a dual maturity is something I didn't quite catch. I'm not sure if this was simply do to a placebo effect of power, a sort of metaphor, or a real biological anamoly that is unique to this species. Or perhaps he truly was blessed, who knows?) However it wouldn't be so. The alpha male discovered my rutting with his mate, how I still know not, and was, rightfully, furious. At first I was stubborn enough to think that I could stand up to him, and as I went up to take my punishment I had the confidence of a small hatchling on his first hunt. However as I saw the monster of an alpha I felt like a small hatchling in a different way. He was one of the Chosen, and it showed in everything about him. My thoughts of overpowering him gone, I took my punishment willingly. I was exiled, for trying to take power through the alpha female. I knew that she saw it differently, and as I left I could definitely sense she longed for me in my passing. Apparently the alpha male felt the same, as I know now that she is experienced the Passing (note: A phrase meaning to die, the passing being the trials one must go through until the apocalypse, where all souls are put in their rightful place). But, for the time, I was off alone.

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Title: Accelo's First Day by Fierce Fox Tags: Authority, Crossdressing, Doberman, French Maid, Humiliation, M/M, Snow Leopard, Spanking Accelo was nervous. She had received the job just last week, having graduated from the academy just two weeks prior. Here she stood, on the front porch of the mansion that was to be entrusted to her today. She was in her normal clothes, for what would be the last time while she was on the clock. Tight blue jeans and a baby-blue undershirt that clung to her diminished chest. "Okay, ccelo...you can do this. Just ring the bell." she reached out and pressed down on the button, causing what sounded like a gong to sound off in the house. She jumped a little and let out a long, slow sigh, telling herself repeatedly to just calm down. "One minute, please." was the voice that came from the intercom set just next to the doorbell. Accelo fixed herself a little, standing prim and proper. She raised a paw, licked it lightly and soothed back her long red hair, the light pink of her paw clashing against the daring read of her headfur. Soon the door was opened and the butler showed her the way inside. The inside of the mansion was very spacious. High ceilings with a foyer three times bigger than the little rathole she had been living in up until now. She let out a low appreciative whistle. The old bloodhound that let her in took no notice, seeming to be one of the stereotypically uptight butlers you always hear about. Humorless or not, she still followed close behind him, looking at the crapulence around her. "When's the...err...master of the house return?" She asked the butler as they drew nearer to her apartment. "He's in his study. You're expected to change and meet with him within the hour, Miss Accelo." the dog opened the door to her apartment and showed her inside. She closed the door quickly as soon as she was fully inside. She couldn't believe the room she was in. There was a large queen sized bed set against the wall, light blue covers adorning it. The room, other than the bed, was in a tasteful white, with a window against the wall to the right of the bed which showed the master's gardens, and was covered with a very light material in a shade just off-white. She walked over to the closet, which was set into the wall to the left of the bed and opened the door. There hung seven different maid uniforms, and a dresser filled with undergarments of every type she could ever imagine. She silently thanked God that her new employer was a designer for Victoria's Secret as she rummaged through the drawers. She bit her lip and returned to the uniforms and pulled one down and walked into the bathroom, the door of which was set into the same wall that the closet was in. Turning on the lights she saw a brand new make-up kit next to the sink. She purred softly and saw, surprisingly, next to the toilet was an enema kit. She walked over to it and poked it softly. On the bag that the soap went into was a note that told her to wash out thoroughly before she changed and visited the master. Shivering all over she slowly undressed and filled the bag with soap and then with warm water. "Accelo...what have you gotten yourself into?" under the sink was a little bottle of Wet lube. She poured it onto her paw and started to lube up her tailhole slowly, then allowed the tip of the enema into herself. She let the water go and sighed as it filled her up. She clenched down tight and pulled the nozzle out, then allowed the water to sit for awhile, before sitting down on the john and expelling the water. Pulling back on her panties and her undershirt she shook her head at her reflection. "I can't believe I'm doing this..." pulling on her uniform she did a quick twirl, feeling much more feminine in her new clothes. They were made of fine silk, making the clothes very light to the touch. The uniform was very tight on her, with the skirt spread out lightly, frilly bloomers attached to the skirt, so no one could peak at her unmentionables when she was on a ladder. She took another long, deep breath and steeled herself for whatever was going to happen. She walked out of the room and into the spacious hallways that dominated the huge house. Her little paws were crossed in front of her skirt, walking very daintily as she went in search of the study. After ten minutes of wandering, she found it, and the man that would be in control of her life eight hours a day, every day, for as long as she wanted the job to last. "Hello, Accelo. You look well." He was a large doberman. He sat behind the desk that stood in front of a large bay window, light beating at the curtains that were drawn over the window. On the left and right of the study were bookshelf after bookshelf, all filled to the brim. She thought to herself, how good looking the man was for being a fashion designer. She silently prayed that she was the right flavor for him. "Thank you, Mr. Merryweather." She did a little curtesy before stepping into the study. "Please close the door behind you, miss." He said sternly as he eased himself up and off the chair and started towards her. The door closed easily, and locked when it did. Accelo jumped a little and turned around, her tail raised high, out of fear and nerves. "And from this day forward, it's master, not Mr. Merryweather, you understand me?" his voice was firm, but not harsh. She could tell he didn't like to hear no, and knew that had probably aided him very much in his journy to the top. "Yes...master." she blushed hard and looked down as the words left her mouth. Her new master was now in front of her. He tapped her chin, making her raise her head up. He was easily a foot talled than she was and built like a brick wall. His upper body was a perfect V shape, narrow chest, narrow waist and tight hips with a nub of a tail protruding from his cream coloured suit. He poked her chest softly, "No breasts..." he said to himself, musing. "Stand up straight." She did as he commanded and he began to inspect her. "No fat at the belly, tight abs and chest muscles." moving lower, "Tight thighs, hard calves." He looked up at her, he was on a knee, "You excercise?" "I run four miles every day, master." Her breath was coming out harder, her heart beating against her ribcage at what felt like a mile a minute. "Now for the rear and the pussy..." He trailed his paw up along the back of her thighs and she froze, now sweating. "Hard buttocks." He gave them a hard squeeze, "Very hard buttocks." With that he ran his paw along the cleft between her legs. His paw froze. "Oh my God, master, I'm so sorry." She shrank back away from him, her back to the door. "You lied to me, cat." He advanced to her slowly. All she could do was stutter. He grabbed her wrist and walked slowly, pulling her along to the chair that was underneath the desk. He pulled it out and sat down, then in a firm bark told her to take her panties and skirt down. She did as she was told. She placed her paws in front of her crotch. He looked up at her, positively livid. "Across my lap. NOW!" She shrunk back a little and did as she was commanded, laying across the dog's lap slowly. Her tail was raised high, revealing her tight, toned rear to him. "There is nothing I hate more than liars!" He yelled out as he rained the first blow across her rear. She cried out sharply, her body moving with the hit. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, crying out louder and louder with each successive blow until tears were pouring down her cheeks. Still he spanked her, his palm stinging and her rear now almost numb from the constant pain. Finally he was done. He pushed her into a standing position. She looked down between her legs and covered herself again. He let out a harsh laugh, looking over at you, "That turned you on! You're disgusting!" She looked down at the ground, her cheeks a bright red, tears pouring down harder from her eyes. "Get down on your knees." She did as she was asked, knowing what was coming next. He unzipped quickly and pulled his length out. It was fully hard, an angry red colour, sticking straight up. Precum was pouring down from the tip. She wanted this. As ashamed as she was of herself, as much as her rear hurt, she wanted to suck him off. She leaned forward and licked over his length, from the hilt to the head and quickly took the head of it into her little muzzle, and begins to suck his large length. He filled her muzzle easily, at least eight inches long and a good two inches thick, at least, and the knot hadn't even formed. She made her lips tight around it, and started to bob her head, her palms set on his thighs, squeezing down on them firmly as she purred, moaning around it's massive length. "You're purring?! You're enjoying this?" there was disgust in his voice, along with amusement. He was really getting off on her humiliation. She took a deep breath and throated him easily. She had gotten a lot of practice at the academy, having to resort to this to pass some of the courses that she had no aptitude for. She was now more adept at sucking cock than she was at keeping a tidy house. Slowly the knot was forming, a large swelling of muscle just above his sheath. She didn't know if he wanted to stop or not, so she continued, her muzzle tight around it, her tongue sliding up and down as she wrapped a paw around his knot, giving it a firm squeeze. "That's enough, get off of it." she pulled off and looked up at her, fear in her eyes, along with a more than healthy amount of lust. "Get on my desk, your rear up and your tail raised." he sneered as he reached into his desk and pulled out another tube of lubrication. As she leaned against the large pine desk and raised her large tail up he was pouring lube onto his large erection and dropping his pants down. He stepped out of them and pointed his cock for her little tailhole. "Please be gentle. I haven't had many before..." she braced herself for it, knowing the words were useless against the angry dog. She was right, as almost as soon as the words had left her mouth he was hilted inside of her. Quickly his hips hit into her rear. She was crying out, first in pain and then in pure pleasure, her tailhole gripping and squeezing at his large length. She humped back against him, grateful for it's length buried inside of her. She squeezed her eyes closed and purred, gasping and moaning. "Oh master...your cock. It feels so good." She purred out. She couldn't believe how good it feeled. She was over her master's desk, taking his length easier than she could ever believe, she was being used and she was loving it. Her little paws gripped the edge of the desk, knowing that she had to keep her claws in, knowing how angry it would make him if she ruined his beautiful desk. He swatted her rear again, making her hiss in pain, making her tailhole squeeze down on the massive invader inside of her. All she could see was colours, flashes of light, different hues all floating in front of her eyes. All too soon, she could tell, it was ending. His cock was throbbing hard inside of her, and she felt his knot threatening to break past her tight seal. She humped back desperately, needing his length, needing him to tie with her. "Tie me! Please!" and with that it was inside of her. All too quickly he was flooding her insides with his cum. She screamed as the knot broke inside of her, and yet her own flood-gates hadn't erupted. She closed her eyes tightly and let out a long yowl, her feline mind going wild with the sensations that were flooding her. Quickly she was filled and then it was dripping out of her, onto her thighs and onto his. He collapsed onto her and wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the side of her muzzle and whispered, with joy in his voice, now much kinder sounding, "I'm sorry, Accelo. The first day is always like this for my pretty little maids." "Then....you knew...?" She was out of breath, dazed and now confused. "Oh, no. But it gave me a great excuse to make your rear sting." With that he reached beneath her little body and wrapped his paw around her cock. "it was a genuine surprise, my sweet little housecat." his paw was a blur over her cock, the small length throbbing in his paw, dripping precum all over his fingers. "I'm...I'm..." and he came. Accelo let out another yowl, his hackles raised, his claws digging into the floor as his load was released all over the papers spread out on the desk. He collapsed onto the desk, letting his load seap into the material. As he closed his eyes, thinking back along the course of the day, from first waking up, to now pinned underneath his strong new master...he wondered just what else was in store for him in this new found lifestyle.

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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?

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Title: Bee and David Ch. 04 Tags: interracial, drama *\*Hey, everyone!, I know you're all like "its about damn time this gal gave us an update". And you're right. I wanna start by thanking EVERYONE for their comments and feedback. Granted, some it was hard to handle. I'm not used to negative feedback but I took it into account the fact that I want to perfect my work so criticism is the healthiest factor. So there. By the way, this chapter is short. I'm working with an amazing editor and our flow of communication is still being established. Without out further ado, here's chapter 4. Love, CoCo\** \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* \*\*2 weeks later\*\* She never thought it would happen at a time like this. She had changed. Everything changed. Her attitude, her demeanor, and her cheerfulness was gone. She was lost again. Laying in her bed, Bianca stared up at the ceiling. Her head pounded as she thought about the events of the past few weeks. She spoke slowly to herself: "All those years of carefully keeping my romantic feelings on a back burner and in less than a week, I find herself hopelessy in---." \*\*BUZZ!\*\* Her phone rang, breaking her from a deep thought. Thinking seemed to be all she could do, seeing as how words seemed to fail her lately. Something told her it was David. She had been ignoring him for almost two weeks. He had called, texted, left voicemails for her to call him back and even came by her place. But she wouldn't see him, like a coward she hid in her room. And now here she was. Back in front of that mirror. This time the only thing that peeked back was that shirt he slipped on her the first night they spent together. She couldn't resist putting it back on. It was so soft and smelled of him: hazy peppermint. She wrapped herself in a hug and pretended it was from him. She did miss him, but it really was for the best. Pushing him away seemed so much easier than the alternative. Than actually admitting that for the first time in her entire life she actually felt something intimate for someone else. Being on the receiving end of romantic gestures she was used to letting guys down. She just didn't see it; didn't see the beauty that attracted them. Raking a hand through thick curls she leaned closer, trying to see what it was that made her so wanted. She scrunched up her nose, bit her bottom lip until it turned bright pink and sighed. All she saw was a dark, troubled girl. She felt so alone and empty at times. The only people Bianca ever really let in were Lanely and CoCo, in fact she was damn near mute the first few months she came to stay with her grandparents. Emotionally, she was still a fragile shell. The death of her mother still rang soundly in her concious, still haunted her wach night. There was so much David didn't know. If he did know, she was sure he would want nothing more to do with her. He'd leave her too. It took years for her to accept the fact that she had image issues. Body issues. She'd starve herself as a kid. Eating only when exhaustion was close. She was cursed with a plump figure and dark skin. Dark eyes that made her fragile soul even more vulnerable. The training was worth it though. Training herself to be an emotionless wall and to never give her upperhand away helped her early on in life. Her phone rang again and she jumped. The word "Duo" flashed across the screen. "Hey CoCo," Bianca answered walking away from the mirror. "Hey, babe. What are you doing?" "Laying out some clothes for work tonight." "You got work on a Saturday?" CoCo asked. "Picked up an extra shift." "Oh okay. Hey, are you good?" "Yeah, I'm fine." "You're a bad liar, Bianca." "Ugh! You sound like David," the instant she said his name she regretted it. A warm feeling rushed over her as grey eyes clouded her vision. She thought about the first kiss they ever shared and her knees went weak. She tried to pace her beating heart before realizing CoCo was yelling for her attention. "Bianca! Hello?" CoCo shouted into her ear. "Huh? What?" "Girl, I asked you what time you gotta start?" "Oh, two o'clock, but I think imma head there early so I can grab food before my shift." "I'm coming too! Meet you there at noon?" "Okay." Damn CoCo and her second sense. Bianca really didn't want another lecture from her. After jumping in the shower, she combed then braided her hair back. Sitting on the edge of her bed, Indian style, in a training bra and boy shorts she looked up just as Chad walked in. "Morning, sweetcheeks," he greeted walking over to her. Cynthia's 18 year old brother became even more infatuated with her. His little crush grew into a full force attraction. Keeping a cool and calm demeanor on the outside, he felt his stomach drop every time he saw her.But lately, she'd been in a funk, rarely talking and he was sure she stopped eating. She was still as beautiful as ever, but her eyes held a sadness she refused to admit. "Morning, CJ." With a physique just as tan and lean as his sister, 6 foot tall and barely pushing 200 pounds, CJ was the typical high school jock. "Nice hair," he commented tugging a single braid. She looked over; once excited brown eyes were now ashen and callous. "Thanks," she gave him a tight smile and stretched out. Her diverted gaze gave him the opportunity to once again take a peek at her figure. Usually thick and taut, he could see abs newly forming on her smooth dark tummy. Her legs were more muscular and not an ounce of fat hung. He could write a book on how precious her ass was. She put every girl he'd ever been with to shame. Her body was heavenly. He took a peak at her forbidden zone but stared a few seconds too long. By the time he looked back up, she had already noticed. His eyes widened. They said nothing for a few minutes. Bianca's head was cocked to one side and she squinted at him. "What did I tell you about staring at me?" she simply asked. He nervously ran a hand through his bleach blonde hair. "Sorry," he gave a half hearted chuckle. Her expression never changed. Standing, she grabbed a pair of pajama bottoms and put them on, well aware that Chad's eyes watched her the entire time. Her full ass bounced when she made a jumping motion as she tried to avoid stepping on a pen.She looked back over her shoulders, his sandy brown eyes shot her an apologetic look. She folded her arms and a geniuine smile emerged. "Its okay," she sighed. "I've just been really cranky." He laid back on her bed, "Oh, I noticed. You've had a stick up your ass for a few weeks." She flung a rubber band at him. "You can be a real dick." "I know. And speaking of dicks, when was the last time you had some. A good fuck would set you straight." She groaned. "Don't even start with me." Stalking across the tion and over to her desk, she hooked up her phone to its charger. "I'm just saying. Guys would sell their soul for a chance with you." She walked back over and pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, their faces hovered inches from each other. He inhaled her tropical scent and smirked. "You never knocked," she said, invading his personal space. She was so close, he could feel the heat from her body. "What?" he whispered. His eyes roamed over her. Taking a step back, she looked him up and down. Crinkling her nose, she repeated. "You never knocked." "Don't change the subject. You need some cock in your life." She tried her hardest to stay serious. He was like the kid brother she never had. "Hahaha!" she laughed, clutching her stomach in merriment. "What?" he feigned innocence. "You do. I'd gladly sacrifice myself." His face split into a grin and he stepped forward. "Ha! I'm not going to jail. You're young, Chad Johannes." Ugh. He hated when she called him by his full name. She gave him the nickname CJ when he was a kid and it stuck. The way it simply rolled off her tongue added to her hotness factor. "You know I turned 18 last week, perfectly legal. And ready." He cracked his knuckles and eyed her once more. She laughed again. It felt good to hear her laugh. "You and your hormones have entertained me enough today." She walked past him and grabbed her work clothes. "Gotta nice looking thing picking me up in a few minutes anyway, Bianca." "Good, Chad. You know, if you weren't so cute you'd be annoying." "So you do think I'm cute?" he shoved his hands into his jean pockets. "Of course, you're gorgeous," she honestly admitted. He blushed, "Thanks, babe," he gave her an enthusiastic smile and a wink. His phone rung. "Here's my date. Catch you later." He rushed forward and gave her a tight hug. She returned it and watched him leave. "I have gotta teach that kid about personal space," she mumbled, closing her bedroom door. Bianca cleaned up a little, then changed to work clothes. Her muscles were still a little sore from an intense cardio session that morning. Before deciding to work out twice a day, she felt sluggish and unfocused all the time.The grateful energy stretching and sculpting her muscles gave was welcome. She had even enrolled back in karate classes. Anything to take her mind off of David and his perfect world was welcome. After locking up, she jetted down the steps and burst through the front door. It was a tad too warm for December. There wasn't even any snow on the ground as she made her way to the bus stop. She plopped her headphones in and jammed to the latest Florence and the Machine album. She bobbed her head to the beat of her favorite song before a creepy feeling rolled over. Turning around, she jumped so hard, her phone almost went flying into the air. Leaning against an oak tree and glaring at her was David. "Oh fuck!" she yelled, grabbing her chest. That tantalizingly long and burly forefinger stroked his upper lip. He stared at her with nothing but a cold stance and fiery eyes. His anger was barely contained. "Hello, Bianca," he spoke calmly but his voice was laced with ice. His eyes ate her alive. She swallowed hard. "Hi, David." "I've been giving you the bell for a fortnight," he gritted his teeth. "And you've been ignoring me." "I haven't---" she started. He shot off the tree and hastily approached her. She didn't move a muscle. "That's rubbish!" he seethed. "You gutted me, my sweet." She could see the pain in his eyes. The confusion. A mental truck hit her: he cared. He also looked miserable. A scruffy patch of facial hair gave him a light beard, his eyes were a tiresome shade of red and his usually polished salt and pepper hair looked dull and uncombed as it swept past his ear. David's lips thinned, "My goodness! You look dreadful." She shrugged and looked at him with empty eyes. Her glow was gone, that infectious demeanor that captivated him when they first met seemed to have vanished. His poor girl. He stepped forward and pulled her into a tight embrace. She felt too light. It was then that he KNEW something was wrong. She held onto him as the smell of his natural scent hugged her. There was no place on earth she would have wanted to be at that moment. His arms provided such comfort. He pulled back so he could see her face, "What's the matter?" "Me," she pushed her tears down. "I'm the matter. And I don't think this will work out." A sadness clouded his eyes. "Why?" "We're too diff-- different," she sputtered. "And how do you even know you're my type or that I'm yours? This thing we're doing, what-what is it?" "I don't know," he sighed. "And I don't care, I'm happy when I'm with you. You, you've really charmed me, Bianca. But you're pushing me away." She pushed back and shoved her hands into her back pockets. "See?! Talk to me, gorgeous." "I don't mean too. I just, I've never done this before and I--. I just don't know anymore, David." "Can you do me a favor?" "What is it?" she asked. "Have tea with me tomorrow and let us discuss the nature of our relationship." "I told you I don't do relationships," she whined, leaning her head on the glass surrounding the bus stop. Their eyes locked and she could feel his anger. He threw her an aggravated look and turned to leave. Halting his movements about 10 feet away, she saw him run a hand through his hair then turn on his heel. He wasn't giving her up without a fight, the stubborn temptress. She didn't see it but he did, they were soulmates, and a love like their's was one in a million. He flew back towards her. With their bodies pressed against one another, the air left her lungs as their lips dangled. The effect he had didn't go unnoticed; he was getting to her. Bianca's once uncaring eyes sprang to life as he invaded her space. Their mix of emotions and sexual tension sizzled in the air. "I just need for you to know one thing, my love," that wicked smile was back on his lips as he grew excited with how deliciously vulnerable she looked. He loved strong women but there was something about a woman who needed him that sent his ego into overdrive. Her tainted eyes put up a fight. "What?" she challenged. He inhaled her scent before speaking, "I just want you to know that my need to get closer to you might seem frightening. I have....unusual techniques. But that's okay, because I'm a man. And I know what I want." She got lost in the spectacular light show that was his eyes; cuts of steel threatened to explode right before her. His tone was dangerous but enticing. He was even sexier angry. She tried to steady her breathing as moisture pooled between her legs. \*I want you,\* he mouthed gently brushing against her lips. The slight caress of his skin against hers was like a cold gust of wind chilling her very soul. She groaned so low it came out as a silent whisper. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then stepped back. "Nine a.m tomorrow, no arguments, Bianca. And don't even think about running, because I will catch you," then David turned and walked off. She squinted her eyes at his disasppearing figure. "What are you doing to me, Crete?" she exasperated clutching her racing heart. Her bus pulled up and she hopped on, grateful that lunch with her best friend wouldn't get her as hot and bothered as a simple conversation with David. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Well, I like him," CoCo told her. "You need someone to put you in your place." "I don't wanna be put in my place." "What I mean is, it seems like he balances you out. That night at the club was the most relaxed and happy I've seen you since--" she hesitated. Bianca's eyes widened, cutting her off. "Have I really been this sad and miserable for the past eleven years?" "What? No! You drift sometimes, Bee. And we worry but we know its just your way." Bianca stared out the window. She couldn't even look at her barely touched salad. "I really wish you would've ordered a sandwich or something," CoCo complained digging into her own food. "I'm not hungry." "I can see. Bee?" Bianca looked back over.vA worried look engulfed CoCo's bright eyes. "Have you been eating?" "Yes," she nonchantly answered. "Don't lie to me, Bee. Have the dreams come back?" she asked. Bianca sighed, "I'm fine, CoCo." "No, you're not. Talk to me. Did you see her?" "Yeah. It only happens when I look in the mirror. I'll close my eyes and --" she stopped. CoCo reached over and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so broken, Co. What the hell does David even see in me?" "What did I tell you about that?! Stop it. You're fucking amazing, babe." She shrugged. She had never really felt amazing. At that very moment she didn't really even feel anything. "The day's gonna come when you're gonna have to let somebody in, Bee. You've been closing people out since we were kids. Whoever you choose is up to you but just know you WILL have to chose." "No, I won't," she countered with a smile. The first smile CoCo had seen in weeks. "I'm a black beauty and no one can tame me." CoCo laughed at her returning sense of humor. "Okay, black beauty. Whatever floats your boat," she retorted before taking a final bite of her cheesesteak. They talked some more before saying their goodbyes. Bianca's shift started soon. She walked to the employee lounge, phone in hand and made a phone call. "Hey, hot pockets," he cheerily greeted. "Hey, papa," she greeted back. "It was good seeing you last week." "You, too! Are you and Nana still having the dinner tomorrow? "Oh yes, baby. Your cousins are flying in tonight for it. Early birthday dinners are always nice." "Oh okay." "What's on your mind, sugar?" "Oh nothing. Just wanted to call and say 'hi' and that I love you." "We love you too, sweetheart. But I get the feeling that something's wrong?" She cleared her throat, "No, I'm good, grandpa. Honestly." "Hmmmhmm. Okay, baby. But you know ya old man isn't that far away. If you ever need to talk, I'm here," he sincerely told her. His voice warmed her heart. "I know, grandpa. Thanks. Give Nana my love. I'll see you tomorrow at noon?" "Alright, darling. Take care. Love you, hot pockets." She laughed, "Love you too, old man," then hung up. That same feeling coursed through her body. She loved her grandpa. He was the only man in her life who didn't constantly disappoint her. She tucked a single stranded braid behind her ear and got ready for another tedious day of minimum wage work. Just then a thought hit her. She needed a change. A new challenge. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "I'm in love with her," David whispered like a secret. He stared over his computer and outside towards the waiting sunset. Marc looked up from the newspaper. His eyes were wide with shock, "Love?!" "Yeah," David smiled at his confession. "Think for a second about that." "I don't have to, mate. I love her. Its only been thee weeks but I KNOW I love her." "What about Debra?" Marc was referring to one of the many ladies David had wrapped around his finger. "Broke it off with her. And Tracy and Val and Gloria." "When?!" Marc asked. "Last Monday, after the trial. Called them and ended it," he sat back with a grin as he thought about his dear Bee. "I can't believe you dumped Debra. Wasn't she an Olympic gymnast?" "Yeah," David thought for a second. "No worries. This one is worth it. She's putting up a hell of a fight though." He ran a hand through his hair. "Don't scare the poor girl," Marc joked. "Don't worry. She's a tough one," he smirked before pressing send on the email. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* "Two hundred!" she yelled. Her back hit the ground softly. She panted, trying to catch her breath. Her chest rose then fell in great haste. After two hours in the gym, Bianca was utterly exhausted. She couldn't believe how fast time went by. Her thoughts were interrupted by a stinging sensation in her abdomen. "Oh God!" she silently whispered. Something was wrong. The soreness crept up on her in tenfolds. Everything ached. It felt like her body was shutting down. She tried to sit up but a heavy cramp bore down on her insides. She screamed in agony. Her hands flew to her midsection as she doubled over in pain. "Ahhhh!" she called out. The cramp intensified as several gym enthusiasts rushed over. "Someone call an ambulance!" was the last thing she heard before passing out. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Itty bitty black dots. In a tiny blue square. The image burned into the back of her eyelids before she summoned the courage to open them. The pale blue hospital room scared her more than the IV and other instruments inserted did. She hated hospitals. Sitting up, she noticed a black sports jacket draped over a chair near the bed. The door slowly opened and a bald Indian man stepped in. "Ms. Wilson, you're awake. Good," his thick eastern accent settled. "Where am I?" ""You are at the University of Chicago's hospital. You've been admitted for exhaustion and dehydration." "My stomach cramped up on me--," she tried to explain. "So badly that you passed out, and according to my chart, you were exerting you're muscles and running on an empty stomach with a severe lack of energy." "I feel fine now," she tried to sit up but her body still had a slight ache. "We've been pumping nutrients into your body. I've prescribed vitamins for you to take daily. We've also got a hospital shrink, if you need someone to talk to." His eyes stilled when they met hers. She shook her head, "No, I'm fine." "Very well. I would like for you to get some rest. It also seems as if you are struggling with stress related issues that has your blood pressure through the roof. If you don't get a handle on it, you can become very very ill," he looked back at her. "As soon as your friend returns we can release you." He abruptly turned and walked out. "What friend?" she called, a tad too late. Laying back on the hospital bed, an empty feeling once again, creep through her. She heard muffled voices on the other side of the door. A few minutes later it flew open. "Hey, love." He approached her with a relaxed smile. She sat up and opened her arms wide. He dove in and a hug that lingered on the bridge between friendship and true love balanced. He pulled back and she stared up at him.His tawny brown eyes rippled as he took her in. His first love. "Mamì, talk to me." She sighed then looked down. "Its back, Lane," she said above a whisper finally admitting her faults. Lanely pulled the chair closer to her bed. He sat up straight and leaned over. "It's gonna be okay, mi corazòn." "I'm sorry, I've been such a bad friend lately." He grabbed her hand, "No, No, Bee, stop blaming yourself. Tell me what's going on." She reached over and ran a hand through his wavy shoulder length hair. A habit she developed whenever they talked one on one. "I've drifted again," was all she could manage, twirling a strand around her finger. Her voice seemed mystical. "You stopped eating?" he asked. She nodded. "You look sick, sweetie. What on earth would make you think you're-----," he stopped as a single tear tainted her cheek. Her hand dropped and he pulled her into another hug. "What's wrong with me, Lane?" she sobbed. He gently stroked her back and whispered positive affirmations in her ear. "Its gonna be okay, Bee. Don't think you're alone, cause you're not. I'm here," he pulled back and used the back of his hand to wipe away her tears. They ceased for the moment, as his wide eyes bore down a heart warming compassionate gaze. "I haven't held you like this since we were 12. You're usually so strong, babydoll. What made you break?" She searched her brain for an answer. "The anniversary of her death was last week. And I just---. It brought back so much pain and--. Lately, I've been feeling unfulfilled, like I'm not good enough. I need more control over my life. I need to be thinner, faster, smarter." "Why, so you can run again?" he accused. She gasped, "You remembered that?" "Of course I do. You ran right into my arms that day." "I thought I'd never see you again, Lane." They stared at one another while the memory of her running away to find him burned through their vision. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* \* 11 years earlier\* "Moved?!" she screamed at CoCo through the phone. "Bee, he left yesterday. You never called us back," a high pitched CoCo responded. "He can't leave, Co!" "He and his family moved into that big brown house on Green and Halsted. Its only 5 blocks away. But, Bee......" She dropped the phone and ran. She knew exactly where the house was and she had to see him. She jumped into her converses, threw on the hoodie he had bought her from Disney world last year and left the house. It was almost Mine o'clock and if her grandparents knew she was leaving out so late, they'd have tanned her hide. But she needed to see him and as soon as her feet hit the concrete, she ran. Then the rain started and she became invincible. The twists and turns of her neglected neighborhood bore no competition for a sharp, young agile mind. She turned a corner and willed herself not to slip as she fuddled her steps then hopped over a puddle. Stopping on the corner of Green and Halsted, she climbed the steps. The heavy rain poured down with no remorse. Sharp raindrops bruisef her face and drenched her clothes. Bianca didn't know what she was gonna say to him, she just knew she had to see him. As she climbed the steps, she picked up speed, eager to reach her destination. All of a sudden the door flung open and there stood a very surprised Lanely. He quickly opened the adjoining screen door and she fell into his arms, weeping. "Oh Lane!" she cried out. He closed the screen door and used his left foot to swing around and close the front door. "Bee, what's happened?" he wildly asked. Thank goodness his parents were away at relatives for the night. Being an only child came in handy. He ushered her up the stairs to his room and peeled the soaking wet hoodie off. She wouldn't stop crying. The soaked tee clung to her young body. As did her waist length curly hair. She looked so fragile. He shuffled around the room as she stood shivering in his bathroom doorway. After pushing basketball shorts and a short sleeved shirt into her hands, he pushed her into the bathroom and closed the door. His heart beat a mile a minute as he waited for her to step out. He ran a hand threw his short brown hair. Seeing his room in disarray, he quickly tidied up until the bathroom door opened. She calmly walked out, cradling her old clothes then threw them in his hamper and looked up. Their young eyes met and he froze while she walked over and sat next to him. "Lane," she started. "I thought I lost you, too." His hand grasped her face. "Never, Bee! I was gonna come visit tomorrow, I told CoCo to call and give you my new number. I wouldn't, I wouldn't just leave you, Bee," he told her. Her eyes softened, "You wouldn't?" "No!" Pulling her into a hug, he stroked her back and smiled. The rain couldn't wash away that coconut and flowery smell he loved about her. She held him tight. "You're my bumblebee. And I---I---I," he paused and pulled back. Her deep eyes squinted at him, confused as to what would come next. "I love you." Her eyes popped. "Love?" He shrugged a thought away and leaned forward. His brown lips puckered up as he kissed her. Her eyes grew wider and they stilled for a few seconds, her heart shaped lips smushed against his brown ones.The innocence and treasure of their first kiss. He snapped back and tried to gauge her reaction. She just sat there staring through him. Her hands reached up and she ran a hand through his hair. "I love you too, Lane," she looked over into his eyes. "You're the best friend I've ever had." She'd deal with the consequences later but for now she just needed comfort. She needed him. She moved into his bed and beckoned him to cuddle with her. He shut off the lights and climbed in. "Hold me," her voice quivered. His arms stilled then he wrapped them around her. He stroked her hand and sung her favorite song as she silently cried herself into the deepest sleep she ever had. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* (Present) He couldn't help the way his heart did cartwheels whenever he was around her; the way her hugs sent shivers down his spine and made his face grow red hot. Lanely knew it was deeper than he'd like to admit, it was a crush when they were kids but now, now he knew within his heart it was love. Looking back to Bianca, he caressed her cheek, "You're always gonna be special to me, love." "Did you know I was coming?" He nodded. "CoCo called me. God, I can still hear the screech in her voice." She laughed and soon enough he joined in. After a few minutes it ceased and they continued to stare at each other. "The doctor said I can leave whenever," she reminded him. He stood and grabbed his jacket. "I'm gonna have a couple more words with him while you get dressed. I'll be waiting outside," he told her. She watched his lean brown figure leave. After dressing, she couldn't help but glance at herself in the mirror. She blanched as her once bubbly eyes looked weak. She straightened out her posture before squinting at herself again. She lost control just for a second and vowed to never let it happen again. Oddly enough, the only person she could think of at that moment was David. "Fuck!" She scolded herself. She was in deep. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* Her hand made a slithering motion as she let it wave in the wind and the breeze curled through her fingers. The night air felt nice. They gently sped down the street in his sleek Lexus. Lanely made a left on the corner of King Drive. "You're not taking me, home?" she asked. "Nope, you need to clear your head." After a few more minutes they pulled in front of the all too familiar 2 story home. "I'll see you tomorrow." She grinned and gave him a peck on the cheek. "Definitely. And thanks Lane. I love you," she whispered in his ear. Grabbing her belongings she eased out of the car and towards the house. He watched her go, his cheek still burned with that kiss. "She's mine, Crete," Lanely mumbled driving off. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* *\*Hoped you enjoyed this chapter and that you'll stay tuned to the rest of Bee and David. All comments and feedback are appreciated. I hope to have Chapter 5 out by this time next week-CoCo\**

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Title: Puppytraining part 2 : crawling stage by Loupy Tags: Age Play, Bondage, Crossdressing, Cub, Diapers, Discipline, Doggystyle, Dragon, Exhibitionism, Feeder gag, Feeder-gag, M/M, Milk, Wolf Puppytraining A co-written story by Loupy M. Lupine and Draconil Talisfiire. Be free to contact us. A pic by Asthexiancel of the two characters : [http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a84/LoupyLupine/Yiffy%20pics/AnnivLoupy.jpg](http://i9.photobucket.com/albums/a84/LoupyLupine/Yiffy%20pics/AnnivLoupy.jpg) Part 2 : crawling stage The wolf was sucking on his feeder-gag, drinking his new bottle of milk by pure reflex. After all, all his world was limited to the blurry things his blindfold was offering him, the milk he was getting from his feeder-gag, the diaper he was wetting, the bed he was tied to and the numerous fucking he was getting from his daddy the dragon Draconil day after day. He was having troubles even remembering anything outside of this ... He had a life before, he was having dreams of it... A family ... but everything was covered in clouds, now everything in his life was turning around his daddy. Unknown to him, the mobile that was turning over his head when sleeping was singing more than a lullaby, words about being a good baby girl have been added to the song. Draconil the silver dragon smiled as he caught the pup's thought. His training went well, one month after he puts his claws on it, the pup was completely diaper dependant, wetting himself all the day long, and he would mess himself too if the plug was not holding cum and mess in until he gets his morning enema. He was completely unaware of the time, responsibilities and have nearly completely forget his past life. He was starting to get devoted to his "daddy". Soon he would beg for getting him to fuck him and would live only to be the dragon's sextoy. For now, he was enjoying the fuckings, but he was still struggling against them and not finding them really normal ... A part of his past personality, but that why it was only the first part of the training. The fact the pup was left with a chastity device, and milked by a machine once per week, emptying his balls without letting him getting an orgasm was also a good way to make the pleasure of his daddy the only thing important for the wolf. The second part started today. The dragon entered the bedroom, looking again at the tied pup. "Good morning hun. How is my little girl ?" Loupy yawned a bit under his gag and struggles against his bonds in a way to see hello to the incomer. "Always happy to see your daddy ?" he chuckled and leans on the pup's tummy to kiss his muzzle. "Let's get you changed ... and dressed. Today is time for my daughter to learn to crawl.". Loupy was confused, but the idea sounded good to his ears. And a diaper change was always something nice. He wriggles his toes as the mechanicals arms spread and rise his legs, smiling at the scaled paws opened his diaper and started to cleans him with wipes. He murred and suddenly gasped at the nipple of his pacifier as Draconil slowly moved the plug out of his bottom. "I want you perfect my girl. I have those cute dresses for you.". The wolf giggled and wriggled, the lubed enema device entering his ass for another time. The dragon kissed his muzzle again. "I have so many plans for you." The water filled his insides, always making him have stomach cramps. The pup whined and moaned. Draconil petted his tummy "New rules, new places, new people and new stuff today. A second step in your training.". The pup struggled in fear. He had flash of a life, another house and peoples. All coming to him and wriggling in his head, confused with the training he was enduring. "Relax baby, daddy is here. Those are just nightmares." The dragon stopped the enema, before pushing another button. The machine roared and lowly pumped all the liquids in the wolf's bottom to the potty to be flushed. Draconil loved technology. It was so helpful to train his slaves, and he could program the machines to do the job for him if he needed a week-end. No more than 2-3 days, or the slave would start to suffer of the harsh ways of the machine, but enough to let the dragon have a social life if he needed. He never used yet the fucking machine, but he had one in case he would need to leave his "daughter" alone. The "beep" of the machine announced the end of the operation. Preferring to do it manually that automatically to not hurt his little girl's bottom, Draconil slide the device off and started to lube the tailhole's cheeks. "No cum yet, baby girl. Daddy keep it for later." tickling the wuffy's chin as he entered the plug in the wolf's bottom. Loupy sighed, both happy and unhappy of not getting a fucking. The dragon then slowly moved a long tube connected to a strange machine. That was the milking machine he was using to drain the cum of his pet. The chastity belt was slightly opened and the wolf shivered as the stuff was set on his teenager cock. It was always uncomfortable to be released of the belt after a week, but the plastic tube was not more enjoyable. He struggled a bit, but the dragon cooed him. A button, and the machine started to pumps on the cock. Loupy whined and cried, the stuff being painful. It was long and really uncomfortable, his balls massaged by the teasing paw of the master. And without orgasm, his white seed started to goes into the bottle at the end of the machine, forcing the pup to give his cum in pain and uncomfort. After some long minutes, it was done and the dragon get the diaper ready. The pup feels the powder being spread on his chastity device, then his pink diaper being stuck to his hips. The protective, comfortable and warm feeling of those diapers. But they was different than the usual diapers. Unaware of it, the wolf was being put in a pawpers active for girls, instead of his usual pawpers newborns for girls too. The pawpers newborn was designed to cover up to the armpits of a baby, thick and absorbent for those kept in beds like Loupy during hours. The pawpers active was really thick ones that was keeping the legs of the wearer far apart, and was preventing the baby to stand up at all. The active part of the name was a joke, since those babies was forced to crawl. Something the wolf would discover soon, but for now he was just feeling that his diaper was different. And then the straps keeping his paws slowly get looser, and same for his legs. The dragon was taking him of the bed and picking him up in his arms. "That something totally new !" thought Loupy in excitement. "Not really" thought the dragon. "I have picked you up and make sure you was healthy before, but you was drugged so you never knew it. You was cute sleeping as I was testing your muscles." finishing his inside conversation with himself with an inner chuckle, the dragon prepared the dress, plastic pants, bows and bondage outfit for his puppy girl. Draconil smiled as he is looked at the dog harness for Loupy. Since now, the wolf would be treated as a dog as much as a baby, making him learn to the embarrassment of his status as slave and obeying to every order of his daddy. The dragon was hard just thinking to it. "First my pet, we must understand a few basic new rules. You are not to speak to others outside unless daddy says it is okay." Draconil slowly put the pup in a cute pink onesie that was not hiding the diapers at the legs, the onesie printed with I'm a little bitch. "Second, there is nothing I have shared or done with you, from spanking or fucking that I would not do when out. This is not quite like your world." Loupy shook his head confusedly, not understanding entirely of the meaning of 'his world.' "You will learn firsthand of how different where I come from may be..." The dragon then started to work the special harness on his pup. It was having straps for the tummy and a muzzle, but also leathers straps going to the knees and pairs of mittens to allow the wolf to walk outside like the dog he is now. "Finally, most importantly of all, you are not to go wandering if your leash is not in my grip. It is not allowed rather, from a more...legal reason." Then he leaned down and fixed the bows along Loupy's tail, and then giving a light tap along the bottom, crinkling the padding softly He fastened a pacifier into the pup's mouth, clipping it onto the muzzle of the harness, and then headed over to the closet. The pup's head looked up to see the dragon filling the bag with just about everything, right down to some lubricant. The pup's mind had a flash of an image, his face immediately lighting up, shaking his head as he chased it out of his mind. Surely the dragon was just saying that to make a point... "Test me and see how much of a point I make..." The dragon's voice had a deeper serious tone behind it, the pup quickly trying to lose focus, remembering his mind was so easily read. "First let see how you do." The dragon petted the wolf. " Fetch !" he said throwing a ball. Loupy looked at his master. He defiantly stay still, until the scaly dragged him by his leash. The sour breath of Draconil yelled "Obey, girl !" before leaving on the puppy's bottom an harsh spanking. Loupy whined and then run on four to get the ball. It was uneasy as the straps was limiting his movements. He tried to get up, only to fall with ridicule. A spanking makes him goes back on his paws and tried again. The dominant was giggling as the difficulties the pup was having, his dress and diapers flying around until he gets the good way to crawl. Loupy was sobbing as he gets the ball in his mouth and brought it back. "Roll over." Said Draconil with his cold voice. The young pet obeyed, his mind lost in thoughts about right and wrong. His pride was against it, the sexual pleasure of it, his lost mind telling him he was free and all this stuff the Dragon makes him listened to that makes him think it was normal. "I think we are all ready..." The dragon smiled as he took the leash of the harness into his paw, pointing towards the door out of the room. For so long, the pup knew only these halls in his life. Who he once was over the days faded faster and faster. It made the pup uneasy, and worried about those before him more. The dragon always spoke of others... The dragon took a step ahead of Loupy, turning the knob to the door. He pulled it open, a warm breeze filling the room, sunshine for the first time could be seen, the wuff almost forgot what it was like to see natural daylight. His nose sniffed a scent of flowers from just outside as the door opened further. The pup poked his head out curiously, shying away from exposing his body outside quite yet as he looked around. It looked... real, natural. He could remember it being summertime from when he was taken, it must still be late summer from how the temperature felt. He wondered exactly where he was, as the dragon's leg nudged him out. He became more and more nervous as he crawled outside. The dragon blocked the doorway firmly as he looked back nervously. He didn't see anyone outside... "Draco!" Another deep voice was heard yelling from close. Loupy immediately turned towards the dragon, trying to wiggle away, but felt a sharp tugging as the dragon responded with the leash. "That is not how we act out... turn to your right, and sit like a dog, now...." A soft growl was behind the dragon's voice as the pup looked nervously, his eyes closed as he did so. He slowly opened them, to see another dragon, clothed and waving in his direction. "Hello, Rax'us. I see you're the first one to meet my pet." Loupy blushed deeper, burying his face between his paws, diapers and dress exposed in view. The Dragon's paw came down sharply on the pup's bottom, making him yelp out "None of that in public, girl. Be proud to be my cute diapered girl..." Loupy nodded, slowly raising his head to look at the neighbor. The wave of his master's hand called over Rax'us. He casually walked over, tail wiggling happily as he looked down at the wolf, smiling deeply as he kissed him on the forehead. "So, what stage is he at? He is a cutie..." Rax'us paws wandered towards Loupy's diaper as he shook nervously, not wanting to protest in front of his master. "Crawling stage. He is very cute... and quite the heavy wetter at that, I don't think I've ever gone through so many diapers so quickly!" His master laughed, which made the wolf look up at him, having never heard this before. He soon felt Rax'Us paws slip inside his diapers, making him wet himself a bit in embarrassment as his caged cock and plugged bottom was felt up. "Hmmm.. plugged and caged, too. And a little wet I see as well.." Loupy's Master cut Rax'Us off. "If you want to see more, friend... drop by some time. We have a busy day at the park." Rax'Us giggled a bit and smiled, sliding his hands out of the pet's diaper, gently patting his padded butt and kissing him. "His first trip to the park? Oh my.... have fun you two!" The Master smiled and pulled on Loupy's leash, easing him out towards the sidewalk and down the street. "You will see him again soon... I'm generous with my pets." The wolf's master laughed his more devious laughter, a sound that always made. Loupy shiver, wanting to wet. He wondered what Rax'Us meant by the park. They strolled down a quiet, car free street. He had all this knowledge, but couldn't remember why he was so little...He tried not to think too hard about it, he felt weird when he did so. The wolf and the dragon entered the park. The first part was the dog park, Loupy noticed the irony of the place, but smiled as no one was here. Draconil tugged on the leash "Heel !". Ashamed the canine sit at the scaly's feet. The master pet the head of his pet and then thrown the ball. "Fetch !. Loupy looked at his master and ran to the ball, jumping over bushes and bringing it back. He give it back ashamed. "Good bitch." Said Draconil as he was smiling, his plans was working well. The pup was starting to be broke more and more, to accept his place as his new daddy's toy. He kept throwing the ball a few more times, making sure his daughter understand her place. "Time to visit a bit more of the park." Leashing back the pup, he started to walk him. Loupy looked down as he was crawling next to his new daddy. They walked uphill a bit, towards what sounded like a slightly noisy section. As they drew closer, a rather crowded place came into view over the hilltop, making Loupy very nervous. He didn't want to be seen dressed like this, but his master showed no intent of slowing as they approached it. His tail wagged anxiously, trickling a bit more pee into his diaper as Loupy was finally able to see others. He shook his head in disbelief what he saw. Others just like him, from another wolf, fox, even a lion was there playing in the sand near a slide in just diapers. He saw what looked like their caretakers sitting and talking as the dragon pulled on his leash, guiding him towards the sand. "Here we are, my pet. Now play like a good girl, and don't wander off." The Dragon removed Loupy from the leash, patting his bottom as the pup curled up, embarrassed to be dressed like he was with so many around. "Hey, Why yous bwushin like dat?" Loupy raised his head to see a Lion dressed in a onesie smiling, licking the canine's face as he looked up. "Eeeep!" Loupy shouted, blushing and wiggling back a bit, nervous. "I wun bite, just nibbles on tails." the lion spoke, Loupy nodded, and tried to relax as he wet a bit into his diapers. "You must be new around here, it's otays." The lion pointed towards some swings and tugged on Loupy's dress. "I'll help ya up!" Loupy looked up towards his master, only to see him talking to someone else. He felt so shy, just trying to work up enough energy to move. "Umm... okays..." He slowly rose on his hindpaws, nervous, imagining his Master's paw would correct him back down on all fours. The lion smiled as he helped the humiliated teenager to toddles. He was relieved to see his master still chatting away with someone as they worked over to the swings. It was good to walk again think the wolf, but as soon as the feline stopped to help the canine to stand up, he fall back on his bottom. "Somewing wong ?" asked the lion, and Loupy looked at him and think that he may be soon like this diapered big kitty. "I'm too ... young to ... stand up by myself." Answered really shyly Loupy. The lion just smiled. "I was like twis befowe too, let's go pway !" They played quietly for some time, Loupy being very shy and quiet most of the time. The fox, a nice cross-fox in a really frilly dress have joined them to play until his master, an impressive red wolf, took him back home to change his messy diapers. His diaper kept growing wetter and wetter as Loupy was finally able to relax, just enjoying being outside, even if in the condition he was dressed and kept. He soon heard soft distinct movements in the sand behind him, as his master's scaled paws wrapped around him by the belly, and lifted him out of the seat and high as his master's muzzle sniffed and rubbed along the crotch of his diaper from behind. "I see we have a wet little girl here...I think she needs a change..." His master was hesitant and deep in his voice, relaxed as he wrapped Loupy in his arms, carrying the pup towards a flat tire tied to a tree he was sitting near before, with a grin on his face that made Loupy shiver a bit. It was an expression his master only took when he was needing for mating, but the wolf didn't know this fact, yet. The wolf looked at his daddy draggie. "I don't want to daddy ! I don't want it." forgetting that he is not supposed to do anything than barking when he is in public. "I will not let you have my hole!" His Master's paw smacked his padded bottom and pulled back on his leash as they received a few looks, some a bit grinning, others a bit dirty as he growled "You were not given permission to speak, girl!" Loupy growled back softly, "Daddy knows I don't like that ... And not with people looking ... That's painful!" The wolf wriggled his bottom, trying to hide his face behind his tail so the public could not see his face. His Master pulled down his diapers and gave him another hard smack. "Do I have to gag you and tie you down in front of them all?" "I don't want daddy to mount me here! I don't wanna..." Loupy cried and wet himself more, his cock struggling in his chastity device as he whimpered. His Master laughed softly "Mmm...but there is no other choice you have my pet...give in.. and it will be sweet and passionate... you should always want your daddy... no matter where... you should be proud of being filled here...just how willing and loving you are to be my pet." "I'm a proud wolf pup, not a little dog pet!" Loupy growled back, struggling against his leash and harness. His master laughed a bit and smiled. "Silly girl.. I've trained others before... and a few here have even met them before, not in diapers like you, but as mute dogs. And I've told quite just about everyone what I do to my pets before they are in public here...now you will obey my pet... or you will not enjoy me this time, I ensure that." "That's not a reason ! I don't care that I'm not the only one trained like that, I will still not obey you daddy for that! " Loupy looked defiantly to the bigger silver dragon. His Master laughed a bit, kissing Loupy before sliding a pacifier gag into his mouth, that felt like his master's cock as he sucked nervously, pulling his diaper off completely, letting it fall to the ground with a soft crinkle. Loupy was surprised, letting the gag enter his mouth without fighting back. But he gets back his will and starts to struggles against his restraints, only to offer more to the witnesses a sight of his plugged bottom and his chastity device. His master grinned and licked his muzzle as he slides Loupy in the tire, fastening him down to it with the elastic buckles on his harness, securing him to it as the dragon locked the pup's hind paws spraid. "First a spanking, is what you need girl. When I am done, the gag will come out... and you will beg for my cock like a good sissypup...otherwise I will use that tailhole dry and rough like the first time you took it." Loupy dribbled against his cock-shaped gag, sucking on it nervously as he struggled against the strength of the dragon. Draconil's paw comes down heavily on his pet's bottom on the first strike, the strength felt in it being of no mortal at that, the paw repeating it four times with a loud smacking as the dragon's scales connects with the bottom's wet fur, the canine's chastity cage showing the tiny parts and cock made so he wets like a girl. The kidnapped wolf bites the gag at each strike. He doesn't flinch at the first strike, but he started to cry a bit at the second, and when the last one finally touch the pup's bottom, he was nearly drowning in his tears because of the harsh pain. And the swinging of the tire was just making it worst. "That is just what your bottom feels like on the outside... my cock will leave you more sore inside... unless you beg and scream for me to rape you..." said the dragon as his paw begins to remove the gag as his other begins to pull the wolf's plug out. Loupy makes puppy eyes, struggling only a bit in the tire as some peoples start to looks at them with predatory smile. "But daddy ... I don't wanna !" Draconil growled : "Your last chance girl.. beg to take my cock into that lips...beg for me to fill your tailhole like the sissy pup sluuuttt... youuu areee..." His voice goes deeply as his wings spread, the dragon's pants bulging from your view as his tongue hangs out of his mouth just a bit on the side, licking the lips. The wolf sobbed, giving a glance to the witnesses in hope for help. Another spank landed on his bottom. The fact some was starting to paw themselves off make him realize that he had no choice. Another swack on his red butt. He sighed and looked down. "Dadddy .... pleawwwe ... pleawwwe I want you to gives me ... your cock... Daddy use of me ... like the sissy bitch I am ... your little baby pet ... Your sex toy, your slave girl." he was wetting the tire in shame and fear. The dragon laughed and started to strip himself as he takes position, looking over his pet as he press his wet cock to Loupy's lips and crying mouth. The wolf looked at the dragon's cock, and closing his eyes he took it in his mouth. He whined and wrapped his tongue around the cock, slowly sucking on it like it was a candy cane. It was the first time he was sucking on a male's member in his memory, but by the past in his ancient life he did it as an initiation in High School. And he had some memories of how to do it. The daddy enjoyed "Mmm... you've done this before haven't you girl ? Good tongue... " He moaned softly as he started to hump in and out of the mouth gently, drool splashing as he was enjoying the warm wet mouth and tongue. The canine shacked his head, his ancient life just being flash or nightmares during his bedtime. His lips locked around the cock, sucking it up and down with each of the humps of the dragon. His tongue covering the member with a lot of saliva. He then pulls out and rubs down the muzzle with his cock, the dragon's paws covering the top in the pup's drool as he keep rubbing it in, then sliding down with a grin on his face. The dominant stand up, playing with the rope of the rise, and tested the restraints of the pet's hindpaws, spread widely. "Daddy ... peoples are watching at us .."said Loupy struggling a bit against the straps holding him within the tire. Draconil laughed " Mmm....you're right... some of them are jealous of me... and I think a few are jealous they're not you... you should be joyed to take your master's cock every chance you can have it... you can't deny how badly you want it now, can you girl? you haven't been fucked in almost a day... you crave it girl..." The puppy whined, his diaper crinkling as he struggled. "I ... I don't wanna to be used ... in public daddy ..." his tail struggling against the straps holding it out of the way of his tailhole. "I want to be free, let me gooo !" The wolf started to struggles, making the tire swing more and more. The dragon growled in rage and landed another serie of spankings on the pup's bottom. "One, two, three, four..." and so on until 30. "You are my sex toy, my bitch, you do what I ask you to do !" growled Draconil to the ears of the crying pup, the crowd chuckling at the situation of the swinging pup going more and more high with each strike. Draconil pushed his cock against the tailhole past the tail without much trouble. "After a bit I know you'll change your mind... those lips will be begging for my milk... like always." He licked his lips and raise his head up with a deep murring and growling as his cock begins to dig it's wet head inside the wolf's resisting hole. The pet cried loudly, his tight hole raped another time by his daddy draggie. His mind was filled with feeling that he was worthy of another life, that it was his job as the dragon's son and a mix of pain and pleasure. His body was moving with each strong hump, all his teenager strength useless against the strength of a full adult dragon. The tire swinging was just impaling the puppy more on the big cock, putting him in tears. The cock pressed and spreads the hole widely down to the base. Reaching the flared hilt as the head and shaft bury itself against the walls inside the ass, the drake's mouth moaning loudly as a few people laugh and smile in out direction, a few drawing closer to watch. Loupy just cried and struggled as much as his restraints allowed him, but still letting the dragon take his pleasure with his ass, hoping it to end soon. Draconil looked around "Mmm... maybe someone here would like to help keep the puppy quiet..." his drool splashing onto the pup's caged cock, smiling and easing over another curious and obviously horny badger. "Mmmm... come and join..." "No daddy ... I will be quiet ... I'll be a good girl..." the wolf sobbed and whined as he begged. Draconil looked at him "Are you sure...?" The wolf's tail wiggles eagerly. "Yes, my girl needs to be kept quiet like a good girl... she has good lips to be certain." Said the master as his cock picks up pace as he was pounding roughly the tailhole, wet slurping and splashing coming from the drool as he fucks the poor struggling and crying wolf. He was afraid of what was going to happen. "Pleawwwwee, no .... I don't wanna ... Pleawwwwwe, I will be a good girl." the girlie wolf was closing his mouth as the bigger badger get closer. Loupy began to pant as he removed his pants down to his ankles next to the tree, pulling down slightly wet briefs, revealing his knotted toy and smiling as the dragon pointed to the muzzle of the wolf tied within the tire, looking down to the tied pet. The wolf closed his mouth, struggling in the swinging tire, but only to get more pain from his tailhole because of the enormous dragon cock stuck in. "Enter when she opens like a good girl..." He begin to pull out to the tip and slam back in, hard deep thrusts to give the badger a chance. The pet howled in pain as his daddy humped back roughly in him, the mouth open for the badger to slides in it. The unnamed badger smiled and wasted no time in sliding his bulging cock inside the wolf's mouth. "Mmm...you were right..." he said in joy. The dragon laugh a bit and begin to pump faster and faster, growling as his cock begins to leak precum inside the crying pup sore tailhole, squishing and slurping louder as the member works in and out powerfully. The wuffie was drowning again in tears, sucking not by choice the badger, but by fear of what could happen if he didn't. The dragon was using his tailhole roughly, making him lost in an ocean of pain and shame. The howling is soon replaced by the moaning of the badger, his cock furiously humping short strokes inside the tied canine's wet lips as the dragon spread his wings, his cock flaring up at the base a bit as it prepares to flood his slave, his anus ring stretched to its limit, Draconil drooling and roaring deeply in pleasure. The sissy's tailhole was so painful, so stretched, that he wasn't even reacting. It was only pain, only sucking on the fox's cock, only taking his daddy's cock in his ass. His onesie was ripping on the latex of the tire as the pup's body was being moved with each hump like a broken doll. The badger didn't seem to last long in the pleasure of the mouth, his bulgy cock squirting his warm cum into the back of Loupy's mouth and throat as he howled, barely after he started to squirt, the master roared tremendously, loud enough to be heard a good distance as his paws wrapped around the wolf's hindpaws tightly, the cock thrusting all the way into the sore fucked hole, trembling and wiggling inside his pet for a moment, then pumping out a shoot of warm hot seed, flooding the teen's insides as the entire tree trembled between the combined orgasm. The puppy collapse and nearly pass out, swallowing as much cum as he can, but unable to handle the amount, both his mouth and ass dribbling the seed. He was gagging of fear and of the cum pushed in his troath. His body is so sore, crying and wetting himself as his cock dreams of being release of his chastity device... but his daddy let him cum only once per week, in the embrace of a milking machine. The dragon's paws reached to catch the badger as he almost falls over, helping him to his feet. " My my... my pup will need rest after this... his hole will be fine in a bit... " The dragon reached into the bag he took with us, and lick up and down the shaft of a plug, pulling out with a warm wet splash, giving the wolf's bottom relaxation as the plug feels like nothing after what he has taken, the bottom lips closing quickly and the master lean down and begin to wipe up the pee the wolf made. Loupy looked at his daddy. "Daddy... I'm ... sore... and tired ... I want to ... go home..." Draconil untied the pup, removing the restraints from the tire and putting them away; then lifting up the bottom and powdering it up as he takes a new diaper, and begin to fasten his baby into it. The dragon's head turns to the badger, telling him an address. "You are welcome for more fun if you ask first... but now she needs to nap." The daddy turned back to his daughter and straightened his dress before picking her up into his arms for a snuggles, giving Loupy a pacifier to suckle. The puppy started to suckle on it before falling asleep in the dragon's arms. It had been too much for him. "Mmm...sleep my darling... you will wake up snuggled in a new crib for being so good..." Draconil's lips kissed the sleeping puppy on his muzzle as he was drifting off.

FSE

Title: Tiger's revenge by Tygriss Tags: Character Development, Cub, Drama, Feral, Human, Kindle, Love, M/F, Mating, Nature, Pain, Plot Development, Puma, Romance, Story Series, Tiger, Tigress, spiritual, suffering, woods A gasp sounded from John's muzzle as the teeth snapped shut but only succeeded in yanking out some of the fur around his neck. As he gave Sheva a puzzled look, she dragged him up by the scruff of his sore neck "that was for tempting me. I would have been even more of a monster then I look now if I was to kill you like that" she growled, white fur bristling with anger as she stared daggers into him. Letting go of him, John rubbed his sore neck whilst his ears sagged in shame "I'm sorry Sheva, I just...don't know what to do anymore. It feels like my very existence is a curse now, and I just didn't want to drag you with me" he began to explain until he was interrupted when the Puma came and gave a rare sign of affection, nuzzling him as though relieved he was okay. John absently rubbed between the wild Puma's ears as she acted like a tame house cat, there seemed to be something different about his feline companion now, maybe attributed to both him and Sheva now? A good moment of awkward silence passed with the Puma edging away, sensing the tension but keeping close and seeming to tense, ready to spring to his aid if he looked in trouble again. Another moment passed like this before John spoke up "so, what now?" he asked her. "I...Don't...Know" Sheva said as she seemed to be struggling with something, having to force the words out of her lips, well more like muzzle really now. John remembered how he went berserk when he was first affected by the curse, though she didn't seem as badly affected control wise. John surmised it was because she just had an extension of his curse where he was most likely to be directly influenced by the feral form, being the bearer of the curse. Looking at her in more detail, her body seemed a little less bestial but definitely more animal still than human, and she seemed to have gained more bulk in muscle as well as height but again, not as drastic as himself. Seeing her chest heaving as her breathing seemed to become more laboured, he hoped his voice could reach her still "Sheva, listen to me, I know what is going on inside your head. You feel scared and frightened, you think that everything is an enemy and the tiger inside only heightens that emotion. You have to tame it Sheva, let it know who is boss and in charge and still the thoughts that are not your own" John said as her pupils began to dilate and her face took on a more wild look. "Sheva, no harm will befall you while I am around, I promise you" John said as he laid a lightly furred hand on her shoulder, causing her to whip her head round and tried to sink her teeth in. Something seemed to snap in her mind though as she stopped just short of biting down on him to sever fur, flesh and tissue. Shaking her head as if waking from a bad dream, Sheva stumbled back and almost fell when John dashed forward and grasped her hand, this time she was the one that dug her claws in a bit in fright. As John pulled her back to safety again, he said with a slight rumble of a chuckle "this reminds me when I first met you" he said as he ignored the pain as best as possible. "You seem to have a nasty habit of falling there" he said as she stumbled into his strong arms. "Wha..." Sheva gasped as she stared into his yellow eyes with her stunning sapphire blue orbs for a bit. John couldn't help appreciating how they had changed as he returned the look. Sheva leaned into his naked furry striped chest as her face fur fluffed in a blush, a heat seeming to envelope her mind. Seeming to come back to herself, Sheva shook her head as though waking up before she pushed him away from her, "just...get away from me" she growled as her ears flicked in confused shame and her tail lashed and dropped as though uncertain with her mood. "You leaned into me" John said with a heart that felt as though it was going to fail him, here was yet another one that had reason to hate him, and someone just like him, of all cruel things. "But...I understand your feelings of hatred towards me" with that, John turned to leave her, tail dragging and ears as flat as his heart felt, heading back into the cave. Staring after him, Sheva jumped as the Puma hissed behind her in a warning before stalking past her and into the cave where she seemed to guard John, as though waiting for him to accept her and not the strange new tigress that looked similar to John. Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Sheva looked down and saw it was clear and quiet for now, perhaps if now she climbed down she might be able to find a cure...besides having to murder John that is, she had to admit, wasn't his fault really. But then she faced reality as she realised no human alive would so much as listen to her, never mind help her and would more likely be inclined to put a sword through her heart or an arrow. Sighing, she licked her lips absently before spitting out some white fur, forgetting it also extended to her face with how she had transformed into a beast. She held her pink tongue out in a stunned fashion, gazing at the length of the tongue and even able to see the rough, sandpaper like texture due to the size and length of it. Her tail flopped onto her lap and again, acted like she had noticed it for the first time as she stroked it, causing her tail to twitch and a shock run through her at how sensitive it was to her pads on her hands. She ran her tongue over her teeth and sure enough, they were sharp, pointed and lethal as well, surprising her with the feeling of power it gave her. Standing up in one fluid movement, she felt her muscles flex...her muscles when before she had perhaps a tenth of the strength she now had in her thin human frame. Looking down at her feet, being bare due to shoes would never fit the new alignment now of her toes and more of an arch to her feet, she looked on as her claws on her toes flexed with the tense and relaxation of muscles in her feet Her clothes still fitted her body, but tightly due to an increase in height and muscle as well as a shift in her shape, as a result the clothes fitted her at odd angles, slack in some areas and tight in others. Flexing her hands she reflexively unsheathed her claws, a look of awe at the inbuilt tools capable of killing. She wished she could see what she fully looked like as she had no clue if she was just the same as John or something different looking, maybe even worse? Swivelling her ears forward as a noise caught her attention, Sheva then remembered the fresh flowing spring that ran a bit of a climb upwards. She could use that as it was so clear to look into like a mirror to see her appearance in its reflection. Grasping hold of an outcropping that led beside the cave entrance, she looked on in apprehension before extending her claws to grip as though by some new instinct and began her climb. The difference before and now was almost intoxicating as she felt as though she could fly up the mountain with no problem. Feeling flushed with her new strength, Sheva made her rapid way up to the spring. Down in the cave, John was curled up in a ball as he wrapped himself in misery. "Why does everything I seem to come into contact with seem to just fall apart, what is the point in my existence when all it seems to bring is suffering?" He growled out to himself with teeth bared in frustration, the Puma sat nearby, who couldn't seem to understand as to his distress but made low chirping like calls as though comforting a cub, his depressed scent putting her on edge slightly. Suddenly a noise outside seemed to disturb him from his depressed revere. A round ear perked at a sudden scrabbling sound near to the entrance of the cave as John let out a growl, wanting something to tear his claws into right now. He rebuked himself for that thought as that wasn't him at all to be so aggressive, and the Puma wasn't growling so it was nothing threatening, at least not to her it wasn't. Curious and wanting something, anything to distract himself he went on outside his cave to investigate, whereupon coming outside he noticed the absence of a certain white weretigress. "Oh no, don't tell me she went back to the village?" he said in despair for her, knowing how she didn't want to remain in her current form from his curse and might have been desperate enough to have sought the good will of the villagers for help. Worry written all over his features John dashed to the edge to see if he could catch a white furred form on the way down. A bit of gravel suddenly hit his furred, striped head and looked up with an annoyed growl just to see a white figure easily scaling the mountain face. "Sheva?" he said in surprise to see her climbing up with nearly as much ease as he could before making his way up the cliff face after her. His heart was pounding in hope that maybe she would in time forgive him if she was searching for a den of her own up here. Just below him, the Puma emerged from the cave and looked on up before giving a sad growl as if acknowledging he was never to be her mate before slipping off in the opposite direction down the mountain. However, John was too preoccupied to notice as he felt hope blaze in him at the prospect that maybe Sheva would grow to accept her form, and maybe even forgive and like him. Reaching the edging where the stream ran he stopped to stare at Sheva in awe, because there she was by the stream in nothing but her beautiful white fur, standing by the edge of the stream and viewing herself with something like awe on her face, mixed with a bit of confusion. As though uncertain if she should be enjoying how beautiful she looked. On a rock lay her tatty clothes so that she could get a better look at herself. Sheva was in the middle of running her hand/paw over her face, admiring the light blue eyes that had taken her once plain brown and caressing the fur, feeling how pleasantly soft it was against her pads. She was in awe with her white furred form as she saw the light sparkle in her eyes and glint off her white, sharp fangs. Trailing her tail through the water Sheva made a rough pattern in the water as though seeing what control she could exert over her new appendage. Sheva kept flicking her ears back and then forward, reaching a hand/paw to feel at them, the flexibility of them seeming to catch her attention and marvel at them. Sheva began feeling her body up and her eyes went wide when she realised with some relief that she still and some human aspects, realising she still had breasts underneath her white striped fur. Though they had grown smaller it had seemed to her slight disappointment. John couldn't help but give something akin to a gentle rumble in his throat at seeing her fascination which caught her attention, she whipped her head round in a show of fangs when she saw who it was, and had what passed for a smile on his muzzle upon seeing her. "What do you want?" she said in a weary growl upon been caught so unexpectedly by him. "I'm sorry Sheva I just..." John stopped, what was he supposed to say? He was lonely, wanting her to accept him despite what he had been responsible for? He let his sentence hang in the air like a heavy weight, unable to think of what to say as his tail trailed on the floor, his illusion that things might work out broken. When she turned away from him, she half flattened her ears and focused on her reflection as though trying to ignore him. "I'm sorry for what has happened...truly, if I could do anything to remedy it I would" John said, trying to put as much truth and heart in his words as he could. Sheva seemed to show a little less ridged as her ears rose slightly to listen. "For one it shows just how flawed and judgemental humans can be, it has opened my eyes to the fact that we aren't so perfect after all" he said, seeing her form stiffen again and saw her feet claws flex a bit. "I am not saying I am happy to be like this, if I could I would rather go back in the past to stop me from ever picking up that statue that cursed me, and go back to working hard for my future family..." John trailed off there as he choked back a sob, ending in a growl as he felt his eyes tear up again. Whipping her head round as Sheva heard him trail off and then saw his tail hanging stiff, ears flattened with his eyes scrunched shut as John tried to regain control over his emotions. "That is why I wanted you to kill me there and then, to put an end to my shame and sorrow, at least you...didn't kill the one you loved most of all" he said in a sorrowful, growling like quality creeping into his voice, his tail end shaking as his claws bit into his palms slightly. Seeing a slight dampening beneath his eye she felt her heart soften to him. Walking quietly up to him, thanks to the pads now on her feet she gently laid a hand on his shoulder "but we are still human, on the inside aren't we? Why can't we both just try once more with our kind and try to get the villagers to understand?" Sheva said reassuringly to John as she tried to manipulate her tail to wrap round him in reassurance but failed as all she managed to do was hitting his legs. Opening his yellow eyes, he couldn't help but smile at her attempt to comfort him, and then laughed weakly as she tried to control her tail "you do it like this" he said softly, wrapping his striped tail round her waist. Sheva's heart seemed to stop in her breast as they locked eyes, his yellow eyes staring into her blue for a while before Sheva shook her head "what do you think you are doing?" she uttered, shoving him back hard and forgetting he had his tail round her waist. As he gripped with it reflexively he ended up pulling her down and would have bashed her head if it wasn't for his quick reflexes, scooping to catch her just short. Thanks to being part tiger, she was able to flex her supple spine and straighten herself with relative ease before glaring at him, irritated that made a third time he had helped her and stalking off, tail swishing in agitation. "Well, so much for making it up to her" John said sadly as he turned to head back down the mountain to his cave. Just before he did though, his acute sense of smell caught something from Sheva, mixed in with her distressed scent was something that made his tiger side stir and wanted to chase her down, but clamped the feeling down as he knew immediately what the outcome would be. He would lose control as well as Sheva and they would probably end up hated enemies for good afterwards. Scaling back down he reflected he would rather have the Puma's company as opposed to someone inclined to be hostile or bear hatred towards him. Giving a low growl for her that he had learned was what she responded to more than his voice, he was surprised when the Puma didn't come running. Sighing, he sat on the cliff edge and stared down at the huge drop as he put his face in his hands/paws and felt another cry of loneliness trying to escape his throat. Shaking his head he knew it was pointless to sit and mope, the distressed lashings oh his striped tail stilling as he took deep breaths to calm down. Feeling his tiger side stir, he decided to give vent to the feral side and have a hunt down the forested slopes of the mountain. Letting out some of the pent up feral feelings might help clear his head...hopefully. Scaling a bit down and then making his way across to where it was more level and closer to the ground, but sheltered thanks to the pine trees he let his feral side loose as the world slowed down and everything became sharper. Becoming a predator he stalked through on all fours through the trees, scenting the wind for prey until he caught the smell of something, it was not a prey on the breeze but...another like him. The human part of him told him who it possibly was but his feral tiger side was in control now and his thoughts dulled as he sniffed the air again, growling in longing for a mate. *"Why...why did she follow me?"* John thought weakly as he prowled, mind becoming more feral the closer he got to her scent until he heard a rustle behind a tree. Pouncing around it, he was confronted by an alarmed looking Sheva. He should have run away from her but her scent was calling him like a moth to a flame. She wore a look of alarm on her features and her scent took on a scared smell, but mixed in with it was her own body's wants as a males scent filled her senses. "John, please I...I came to apologise and...WAIT!" she cried out as he pounced on her with a growl of longing. John's mind was no more than a whisper now as his tiger spirit had now taken hold of him and was no longer aware of what he was doing. Sheva desperately shoved at his face as he ran his nose through her white striped fur, inhaling her scent before getting to her clothes. Growling lightly he grasped her shirt in his mouth, seeming to forget that he even had hands *"stop...please"* he cried out in his mind but the curse just seemed to feed off of his loneliness as he worked on lifting it over her head. Clamping her nostrils shut with effort, Sheva said quietly "sorry John" before she lashed at his furred head, gauging bloody marks through his striped head fur. Jumping off of her in a roar of pain, Sheva quickly scrambled to her feet and ran up the slope using all four limbs to rush to the mountain face and quickly scaled it. Roaring in anger and wanting, John rushed to the mountain face and flew up it, his feral rage giving him a new strength and speed. Sheva almost lost her grip in fright as he sped on towards her, only her new feline sense of balance and claws stopped her from plunging to certain death as she rushed to the ledge. Reaching the cave, she dashed to the wall that led to the stream, hoping to use it to douse her scent in the stream and also a tingling that was starting to form in her thighs as the tiger that inhabited her mind wanted nothing more than for her to couple with the male after her. Sheva had just started to climb when she was yanked on down by her tail with a cry from her, pinning her down so she couldn't move. "Please don't do this, please don't" she cried out feeling her body starting to heat up, feeling something akin to wanting in her being. "Please don't...don't!" She begged weakly as he pinned her down using his heavy, muscled body and began lapping at her furred face with his rough tongue. Sheva squirmed under the attention, enjoying it and hating herself at the same time for liking it. His tongue just felt so loving and warm that she let something akin to a purr or a light growl as she felt her human conscience slip further out of her mind and the tiger prowling her thoughts started to take more of her. Both of them had feelings for the other but were just afraid to voice them, what they didn't know was that just gave power to the spirit inhabiting their bodies and minds as it fed on their hidden passion for one another. Inhaling deep of Sheva's scent, she gave a cry as a tear trickled from her blue eyes and into her white fur. She wanted John so badly, but not like this. If she could she would tell him how she truly felt about him. And then it was gone, the weight pinning Sheva lifted off of her as she opened her eyes to see John fleeing up the mountain, in a roar of despair. Sheva cried for him to wait but he seemed beyond hearing as he took off up the mountain as fast as he could. His scent had an odd odour to it *"fear, he's afraid"* Sheva thought sadly, standing there with her ears flat and unsure as to what she could or should do now. "John..." she whispered as she lost sight of him. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* John climbed as fast as he was physically able to do, he climbed until he was in danger of passing out from fatigue, until he was near as possible to the peak of the mountain. He had almost lost himself just a bit ago, the tiger almost fully had him and he almost raped her. He was a monster and didn't want to subject her to any more suffering, he had to keep away from her otherwise he would lose control again. He sat on a narrow, snow covered ledge and curled up in a ball wondering what to do, he had to find a cure but they would kill him on sight probably. But wouldn't that at least save Sheva and break the curse? What if it didn't? John's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fear as his breathing slowed down. He was too tired to go on after the adrenalin wore off and too cold and numb from both his hands and feet as well as the knowledge to what he had almost been a tool for. Everything was a mess and he felt powerless to do anything about it at all, he vowed that if he made it through his exhausted sleep then he would try to find a way round the mountain and down the other side, he had to get off this mountain and get as far away from Sheva as possible. He didn't want to cause her any more suffering then was needed through him. As the snow began to cover his huddled form though he realised that he would be a threat to anyone wherever he went. He thought of Julie, of Sheva and the constant reminder of what he had done, what he had become...no, it was finally time to let go. \_ \_ *Falling asleep John had a dream, but this one was different to his usual nightmares. In it, he was as an orange cat instead his human self, curled next to a fire and a woman busy stroking his furred head.* *\*J-Julie?\* he thought but could just meow as she continued fussing him, she wore a smile on her face though it was a sad smile that made John want to be able to comfort her.* *"John, I am sorry for what has happened to you, I know now that it is my fault what has happened to you. I was so frightened after waking up to see this big feline monster that had replaced my loving husband" Julie said in a sorrow filled voice. John could just rub his head against her hand before she continued "I panicked and picked up a weapon without thinking and bore it against you. That is my sin that I caused you to react in that way without thinking of who might still be beneath the bestial form".* *\*Julie, I am not mad and nor do I hate you, please understand\* John thought desperately, lifting his head to stare at her with a look of despair in his yellow eyes.* *"I know you don't hold it against me, my beloved, and that's why I want you to be happy still. You deserve someone stronger than I was and can be by your side now. I know it is tough but I believe in you, and that one day you will get what you deserve".* *From behind her came a white feline with stunning blue eyes, purring as she made her way towards him.* *"You have already found that someone John, It's just a matter of trying to heal each other and opening up to how you both truly feel, to the feelings that you hide from each other and yourself".* *Julie faded after that with John staring in panic before the beautiful, white feline came into his vision and started lapping his face fur.* *Purring as he felt the love...no wait it was more worried concern as the licks took on a rough, rousing motion as though trying to encourage a cub to breathe again.* Waking up, John opened his eyes a crack as he gave a weak groan, only to find to his surprise his Puma friend lapping his face in long, wet worried and urgent strokes as though trying to encourage life back into him. "Oh good, you are finally awake you big idiot" a familiar voice said as a white furred face loomed into view. "Ugh, h-how?" he tried to speak as he found himself to be very dry and growling as a massive wave of nausea hit him. He saw a fire that was crackling quite nicely as his Puma friend curled her body round his back to help him warm through as a shiver racked his body. He tried to sit on up, trying to stop his tail from shaking with the cold he felt when he was roughly shoved back down again, two growls coming at him ordering him to behave. "You fucking idiot" Sheva growled as she piled more twigs onto the dying fire "what the hell were you thinking running off like that, do you really want to die that badly?" she said as the Puma hissed from behind him, giving him a light bite on the ear in scolding, making him yelp slightly in pain. "What the hell was that for?" he growled at the Puma, bearing his sharp teeth at her just for her to pounce on top of him and grip his neck lightly to make him behave. His eyes went wide in shock at this sign of aggression from the usual placid Puma. "Shortly after you had left, your friend here seemed to somehow sense something was amiss as she came up a day later in search of you. These cat like forms apparently seem to help us bond with the wild ones as she seemed to show less aggression towards me" Sheva explained to John in a tone similar to when one is scolding a child. "But when I became worried and started climbing on up after you, your friend here decided to find you as well because she was never more than a few handholds below me. When we found you, you were at the top of Talons Peak and pretty much at deaths door as a frozen stiff ball of fur. Between me and your feline friend though we managed to drag your furred frozen butt down and started a fire as soon as possible with what you had left here. And she never left your side when I tried to hunt for us and gather wood to keep the fire going" she finished as the Puma gave a gentle rumble around John's throat. As the Puma let go of his throat, he rubbed it gingerly before putting a hand on her head, she had indeed become humanised as she would have ran at one point but she just seemed to lean into his big hand/paw. Giving a gentle rumble in the back of his throat he looked from the Puma who seemed to be forgetting she was a wild animal and then to Sheva who seemed to be putting on a stern appearance but tears shone in her eyes "you were both worried about me?" he said gently to her as he sat up. "Uh, I-I didn't say that" she said, turning her head away as though she had been slapped, her tail end quivering as she tried to remain in control of emotions that threatened to spill over. The Puma got up and nudged him in the back as though encouraging a young cub before getting up and walking off. "B-but girl..." John began but could have sworn he heard a low growl from her as the Puma walked out with her long tail flicking gently, almost in amusement. "She has been acting very strange" John said as he rolled to his feet, stretching out on fours in feline fashion, striped orange tail going rigid as a pole. Groaning as he heard a number of cracks from his stiff joints having being out cold for so long "how long was I out?" he asked her with a slight moan, stiff joints easing out now. "You...jerk" Sheva said in what he thought of as a gentle sob, his round ears pricking up at the sound "you were out for four days" Sheva said with flattened ears, her white and black striped tail shaking as she attempted to keep a handle on her emotions. "It-it looked at one point that you weren't going to make it" it was then that he noticed she was silently crying. "Sheva..." he said unable to bare seeing her in such emotional turmoil, even if she wasn't showing it he would have scented her feelings and emotions. Walking up to her on all four feet in the cat fashion he rubbed round her with a soft growl, causing her to whip her head round in surprise at him before laughing weakly and giving her own soft growl back at him. "Silly" she said, a purr in her voice as he sat next to her, unsure of what to do to comfort her. He didn't need to have bothered as she spoke up for him "John...even before I was caught up in the tiger curse I...I was starting to develop feelings for you. I don't know why but I just felt drawn to you, and no, not just out of pity or feeling sorry for you. There was genuine warmth to you that wasn't just your fur, though it did feel nice against my human skin at the time". Sheva caught him about to say something when she cut him off with a low growl "don't say it's your fault, you didn't ask for any of this and...you deserve someone to make you happy". Chuckling as he felt a joy swelling up in his chest, he had felt the stirrings earlier before and always believed it to be just one sided. He realised that what they was both feeling before wasn't the curse but their pent up feelings for each other. "Sheva..." he said not knowing what to do with such a tender moment as he was so far removed from humanity for so long it was hard for him to grasp a human type relationship instead of a feline type. Sheva growled as she felt his arm round him, her tail reflexively curling round his waist until she caught herself and heard a chuckle from John. Her face fur fluffed in a feline version of a blush as she began to withdraw her tail from his waist before he put a big hand on her tail to stop her. Twisting his head to look at her, Sheva tried to look away but could feel his eyes boring into her head. As she turned her head to stare at him, she felt as though his eyes had a hold on her own as those bright yellow orbs shone with his own tears, mirroring her own light blue ones that shone bright. "John, please we can't..." Sheva was cut on off as he put a large digit to her muzzle to silence her. "Sheva...it isn't the tiger this time, it is us, I want to love you Sheva and it doesn't matter what happens. If we have each other there is nothing we can't struggle through" he said to her in a gentle rumble. "We have feelings for each other, we know it isn't a wild beast we have seen that, I had taken off for concern of your safety, my emotions gave the tiger too much control and I was afraid but now". He placed his other large paw hand on her side cheek "I know it was more than just feeling lonely or an animal's wants. I want to be with you Sheva, I love you" he whispered as he ran his fingers through her cheek fur. Sheva stared at him, trying to sort out her own feelings through what seemed to be a whirlwind, a conflicting battle as she tried to separate her growing animal desire and her true feelings. She felt his powerful arms, his strong body, his masculine scent mixed with that of the animal they was cursed with. "John...I am not Julie, I can't be your dead wife" she whispered to him as she made to turn away. She gave a growl of surprise when he pulled her down to him and wrapped her in his strong arms, their fur mingling with the others "I never saw you as her, you are both similar which isn't just boiled down to looks. You are both strong willed and both beautiful in your own way, Sheva" John said as he trailed his large fingers down her back fur. "I love you, I love you John and was afraid, and I guess I am still afraid what if we had babies, er cubs. I mean" she was hushed yet again, this time by his muzzle that pressed up to hers in a facsimile of a kiss. Pulling away with the two of them panting, John said in a very embarrassed voice "erm...seems like a tiger's muzzle isn't really for...kissing" he said as he suddenly felt very foolish at his attempts at romance. "No...but we can do something as good, if not better than that" Sheva said in an almost dreamy like voice. John was about to question her when it was answered for him as she ran her tongue over his own muzzle, his eyes dilating and sending a shiver coursing through him at the feeling of that rough long pink tongue ran over his face and then focussed in on his muzzle. "Ohh, Sheva, what was that about?" he moaned in between her laps of his muzzle before cuddling up to him and getting as close as she could. "You talked me into it and...I was starting to get tired of trying not to fall in love with you" Sheva said as she inhaled his musky odour, been made five times more potent and heady through her newly enhanced sense of smell. Giving an almost purr like growl, John lapped where her fur had been dampened by her tears, making her wrap her arms round him, surprising him with the strength they held but then again, like him she was now part tiger as he ended up working his rough tongue down her furred neck, through the thick white and black striped fur. Sheva couldn't stop a moan of pleasure, flexing her claws as he moved down her with his long pink tongue, slightly broader then her own and longer due to his size overall. Stopping at where her furred body was covered by her old clothes he noticed they were in tatters "thanks to you, you great idiot" she growled in a mocking fashion. "I think you would look a lot prettier without them" he said gently, reaching out a hand to slowly take her clothes off. As John began stripping her of her clothes, a number of thoughts raced through Sheva's mind of how wrong was it, or is it right? Was this what she truly wanted, to be with him or was it the tiger manipulating her mind? As John managed to slip her tattered vest off, he gasped as the scents that were trapped beneath her fabric washed over him, making him growl and lap at her white furred chest. "You are so beautiful Sheva" he said as he ran his tongue over her beautiful white, furred body. "Is that...you talking or the tiger?" Sheva gasped as she struggled to remain as human as possible, restraining a growl as her teeth shone in the fire light with the effort of keeping control. Oh how she wanted to jump him then, mate with him then. She had to keep herself from becoming a mindless, lust craving beast though and retain some humanity. "Both Sheva, I have finally learned to accept both sides and can let both human and tiger work together. Don't fight it, instead let your human conscience guide your tiger self, lead it not restrain it" he whispered to her as her face started showing less and less strain as she did as he instructed. Sheva was able to notice things now; his scent was a lot more potent and pleasing, better than any human male could smell she thought as she began growling sensually whilst he slipped her trousers off to reveal the rest of her white furred form. This time, John had to fight his beast side as the wave of feminine arousal caused him to almost lose control. But he was able to temper it with the promise of what was to come "oh...my!" Sheva gasped as his cock became erect from arousal. "I...have never seen one so big, n-not that I have ever done it much mind" she said defensively, becoming all too human again making John chuckle. "It seems to have been one of few perks of been cursed...or maybe this is no curse at all but something disguised as such" he said as his tail sought out her tail, twining with hers and causing them to both rumble. The sound would have sent a shiver through a human's spine as John grasped hold of Sheva with his claws extended slightly from the passion he was feeling, and vice versa as Sheva had trouble coping with primal desires. "Shall we see if there are...any other perks as well my love?" Sheva growled at him as she lay down on top of him. John wrapped his arms about Sheva's smaller monochrome furred form, locking muzzles to kiss fiercely with his cock pulsing with need against her white furred stomach with need. "John...there is no need to hold off I...want this as badly" Sheva said in a gasp, feeling like she was running a marathon as opposed to laying down on the muscular furred form of Johns body. "I know Sheva, but I want to preserve our humanity and go about this properly" John whispered as he drew back a hand paw, running it through Sheva's slightly softer fur on her belly before he came into contact with something fleshy and hard. "It seems like I am not the only one to have gained something extra eh love?" he growled, his muzzle twitching in a smile when Sheva gasped in pleasure, John's teasing of her extra sets of nipples making her shudder in pleasure with the sensitivity of them. Rolling them over so that John was on top of her now, Sheva growled as the flat of his cock pressed against her folds, a little juice seeping through her lightly furred folds in desire to have him inside of her. "Please...now!" Sheva said, her voice barely heard what with the heavy growl of a beast behind it, but even if John didn't understand he understood what it was she wanted, what with the scents filling their little cave. Drawing his hips back, his slightly altered cock drooled some pre out, the flesh a pinker tinge and larger to boot as John angled himself and thrust powerfully, penetrating her fully for the first time. She was no virgin, he could tell that, or would if either was in the right state of mind but as they were they were as feral animals, pounding and mating as their teeth flashed, open in pleasure and for air. Russet and black met monochrome furred thighs as they mated furiously, John belaying his kind nature as the beast took on over and buried himself to the hilt, over and over with Sheva arching her hips into each thrust, helping her partner out. John's breaths became laboured as their crotch fur became matted with juices, nearing closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. Digging his claws in lightly to grip, John thrust all the way so that his sack smacked Sheva's furred rump before they both came, roaring their pleasure and love out as he filled Sheva up with his seed. The pair didn't so much as slow down before they was grunting and growling again, acting like true felines in season as John bred her again and again, their repeated mating sounds echoing down the mountain and reaching the village as people trembled in fear of them. \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* In the village, after the sounds of the roaring had subsided and the echoes had finished reverberating round the village, the elders had a meeting. "This is appalling, those may have used to have been our village members but now they are monsters, and further more they are breeding now. What the hell do we do?" one male elder said with frightened eyes. "What if they run out of game and decide to take us or our children?" an elder female asked as she looked towards where her grandkids slept soundly, a worried expression on her face. "They need taking care of but what can we do? We are but simple village folk and need a warrior to kill them" a third elder villager said as he gripped his fists in anger. The thought of monsters hiding in the mountain that overlooked them was bad enough but the shame was that it was two of their own made it even more shameful as it felt as though it brought shame down on their ancestors too. "Hmm...well they're not exactly warriors but we do have three seasoned hunters lodging here, returning back from a hunting trip. Perhaps we can ask them for aid?" the first village elder said in thought. "I just hope they don't charge too much, we are not a wealthy village as it is" the third elder grumbled as they set into action, knowing they would be at the bar, drinking up a storm. Leaving the bar, they couldn't help but cringe as they heard another roar from the mountain from John and Sheva. At the bar, the elders wrinkled their noses in disgust to the trio of travelling hunters, the three clearly having drunk a few and stinking of a long time on the trail with perhaps at least a month since they last washed. The biggest of the trio stepped forward "I'm Wayne, the small fry to my left is Lee and to my right is my brother Waylon" he said without ceremony before getting right to business. "So you folk want us to hunt down some monsters up in your mountain huh? Well that won't come cheaply, ten gold coins should cover it, that is as in ten for each of us" he said with a nasty grin at them. "Now just a minute here, we are a poor village, where do you expect us to get 30 gold coins from?" the youngest of the elders said before cowering at the look the big man gave him. "Well, maybe you could give us some women instead then?" Wayne said, eliciting a chuckle from his comrades "pretty ones, not ugly old hags" he said, a broad smirk on his tight lips. "Out of the question" one elder piped up before quickly saying "we'll give you your gold, just make sure it is done, we want our village and loved ones safe, but only after you have done your job". "We'll remember that, otherwise we'll just make off with your fine women heh heh heh!" Waylon said, chuckling and his companions joined in before leaving, the three giving which ever pretty serving woman in the tavern or customer a grope as they went by. "I hope this wasn't a mistake, but what else could we do?" the elder woman said in a nervous tone. At that moment, the doors to the tavern flew open and in charged a young man with brown eyes and hair, pale but face set in determination. "You haven't sent someone to kill my sister did you?" he said in a tight, angry voice to the elders in the tavern. "Senor, you shouldn't be out, you are still recovering from your virus" the eldest of the trio said to him in a scolding tone. "You have no right to send hunters after my sister, she hasn't even wronged anyone unlike that other incident, if it wasn't for my sister Sheva, I would be..." the young man was silenced as he was struck by one of them. "And how long until they do, you saw her, she isn't human. They will come here eventually when they start breeding and food runs scarce in the mountains, now leave Senor" the female said, her eyes blazing with anger at the very thought of sparing a potential threat to their village. Stepping outside and cradling the sore side of his face, the young man looked to the mountain and whispered "Sheva...why did this happen like this?" \*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\* The morning dawned bright and early the next day as sunlight filtered in through the cave and hit John square in the face. Waking up with a growl he grumbled "get off me girl" thinking it was the Puma cuddled up to him, still trying to mate with him. Cracking his eyes open, he saw draped on over his form a white and black furred arm. Turning round he saw Sheva sleeping peacefully with a contented look on her face. It came back to him, their passionate love making, the noises they had made and the pleasure...he couldn't think of any other experience he had that was so intense as then another realisation hit him. "Oh no" he groaned as he remembered how many times they had mated, he could remember parts of it but just not all of it. It had been part human passion and part animalistic desire, and he was worried for what the results would bring if she was to become pregnant, as she almost certainly was now. As he made to move her arm off of him, she suddenly stirred and opened her eyes with a stretch, flexing her claws briefly in doing so before wrapping them round his large arm "John...was that a dream or did that really all happen?" Sheva said to him in a dreamy voice as she growled gently and looked at him. John thought to expect to see the same signs of regret or mistake in her eyes, but what he saw in her blue eyes was none of that. What he saw instead was a light of joy that made him feel guilt about how he had thought it a mistake. "Yeah, it did Sheva. It was really..." he was shushed when she put a padded finger to his muzzle to savour the moment. Cuddling up to him Sheva could appreciate been able to breathe in his scent like this now that heightened her new found love for him, and the same when John took a deep breath. He felt his heart beat in his chest, looking at her white furred face and into her beautiful blue eyes as she flicked her tongue across his nose again, drawing out a contented growl from him. They lay like this, just enjoying been with each other and the new found love they felt for each other. John didn't want to spoil the moment but had to broach a subject "Sheva...what if you get pregnant from all this?" he said as he stroked the fur on her head absently. "And why should it matter John?" Sheva said, fixing him with her most stern gaze, those blue eyes piercing him to his soul. "I know one thing John" Sheva growled "if the cub is anything like you, then it can only be a good thing not a bad thing" she said huskily, running her hand down his back and making him shudder and arch his tail slightly. John stared at Sheva, finding strength that wasn't physical but made him feel strong inside which felt even more than what he had for muscle, which was considerable. "Sheva, I have to ask you something..." John began but suddenly stopped as he heard something like a muffled growl from below. "What John?" Sheva began until he put a finger to his lips so she got his meaning. Silently they both crept on out the cave as an odour hit their senses, blood, mixed in with the scent of someone very familiar to John. "John, is that...?" Sheva said as she scented it too, blood mixed in with the Puma's scent as John felt a rage build up in him and also another scent, the smell of humans. "John?" Sheva said in worried concern, knowing how he must be feeling as she felt her own anger, if not for the poor Puma for Johns loss as she had been his only friend and she had grown to like the girl too as she became more humanised. "I can't let those bastards...get away with that" John snarled as headed for the caves mouth, just for Sheva to clamp her hand round his arm in pleading. "No don't, t-there is more than one out there" Sheva said, her eyes like sapphire orbs wide in fright at the thought of her new found love dying now. "We have to go in either case, what choice now if they have sent hunters here? We can't stay here any longer Sheva" he growled, sounding more feral and threatening then he meant to. Sheva was about to try another protest when John grabbed hold of her arm and lightly dug his claws into her, not to hurt but just so she could feel. "Sheva, we have something that no one has, the combined traits of both human and tiger. Even if there are more of them and armed with bows and sword, we can still take them. I don't expect you to join in and nor do I but I will avenge my companion and then get us far away from here" he said with a final lick kiss on her nose before dashing out of the cave and down towards the forested slopes of the mountain where the Puma usually lay when not with him. John knew it was stupid, he knew it was reckless but he felt a kinship with the large mountain cat and felt like they couldn't get away with it. As he made his way, throwing caution to the wind as he hopped from one rocky outcropping to another to save on time, he almost fell when a crossbow bolt struck the rock he was on. "Are you looking for something perhaps kitty?" A big burly man with a large travelling cloak on said as he held the Puma's bloodied corpse in one hand and a crossbow in the other. "No-NO!" John cried out at seeing his wild companion dead, a shaft jutting out of her furred, bloodied side. "No..." John said again quietly as he shook in anger and grief before throwing his head back with a deafening roar, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks as he took on a wild edge as he charged at them in feral anger. Smirking as the display had the desired effect on the weretiger, two of his men appeared from out of hiding. If John had been of clearer mind he would have scented them but in his anger, he had completely overlooked it. As two crossbow bolts whizzed past him, he narrowly dodged both before the hunter holding his dead companion fired a shot off, this one clipping him on his furred foot as he rolled on the ground, springing out of the way of any more shots. Grunting from the pain in his foot, John sped to the large man with his dead friend before two more arrows whizzed past in front of his face as he just barely managed to dodge them by jumping back before launching himself straight at the closest hunter. This one was the smallest of the three, only coming up to about his chest of his frame as he took him by surprise and tore into him with fang and claw. Johns anger turning him into a wild, killing machine as he spattered himself in gore as he ripped his throat open. Giving a roar of pain as a crossbow bolt buried itself into his arm, he whipped round and saw the hunter had dropped the Puma and was busy readying another whilst the other kept him busy with arrow after arrow. "Fuck hurry up man" he swore as John closed the distance between him and the second human on all fours for more speed and less of a target for his vulnerable spots. He was just about on him when he roared in pain as the crossbow bolt sliced through his shoulder and he dropped to the ground with a roar of pain, a large hand/paw over the gushing wound to try and pull the shaft out. As the big man put his foot on his back to pin John and held the crossbow right at his head John asked through the pain and anger "why? We used to be human and yet you just see us as beasts. We didn't ask to be cursed like this and yet the village treats us as though we are at fault" he roared as the man tugged at the bolt in his shoulder with a nasty smirk. "Like I care, all I care about is that you look more of a beast then human to me and when we are done with you, we will get money from the stupid villagers and then we can cash in your furred hides for a big price" he laughed as his finger started to squeeze on the cross bolt trigger when he heard a pained gasp from his companion. Whipping round he saw Sheva with her claws through his neck and a feral look of anger as she bared her fangs, curling her upper lip back in a snarl as she seemed to freeze him with her icy blue stare. "That was my brother you fucking bitch!" the big hunter screamed as he whipped the crossbow round to her. He had been too slow though and John acted upon it, images of his human wife dying flashed through with their unborn son as he rallied through the pain and heaved him off with a grunt. Unbalanced, Sheva sliced his throat and John did likewise from the back of the neck, causing a gout of blood to rain from the wounds as he died gurgling. "They said...you were...mindless...beaaasts" he gurgled as he died apparently misinformed by the villager's first look at them. "Well they were wrong" John said as he lashed his tail in anger at having them send someone to kill them, and part in pain as he fell to the ground as blood poured out, staining his orange fur a russet colour round his shoulder. "John!" Sheva cried out as she tried to get the bolt out of his arm as he retracted and bared his claws in pain. After a lot of pain and struggling punctuated with lots of pained growls, they finally got the shaft out of his shoulder where the blood flowed freely as John began to collapse. "John, don't leave me, please" Sheva said as she felt a part of herself beginning to die as well, as though their lives were linked. Looking around frantically, she quickly ripped a strip of cloth off of one of the hunters and wrapped it round seven times in which the blood flow slowed but didn't stop. He was slowly dying; she could feel it as if she was the one with the fatal wound as she collapsed beside him *"what...is going on, I don't want us to...die"* John thought dimly as he saw Sheva collapse in front of him before a voice echoed in his head. *"If the original dies, then so does the rest that was bound by my curse"* a voice that wasn't animal nor human but demonic said that made their failing bodies shudder at the sensation it gave. As the last bit of life left them, he reached out his hands and placed one shakingly on Sheva and the other on the Puma as a tear slid down into his fur. As John and Sheva's eyes closed shut they were blinded by a light before a cat like image appeared and that of a woman. *"Girl...Julie, is that you?" he thought as the images faded from his mind.* *\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\*\** A year later on, a cloaked and hooded figure appeared at the village "oh, back for more wood huntsman? Thank you again for getting rid of those monsters, thanks to you honour was brought back to our village and ancestors" he said as he gave the big figure a bunch of wood tied together with some string. Grunting his thanks the big figure easily hefted the wood onto his shoulder and walked on towards the village exit. He turned his head constantly, as though scanning the area for something. Most of the villagers were too busy with daily life to give the unusual hunter a second glance so he went by without hassle. He found his target, a strapping youth that he knew to be the brother of a certain someone. Smiling at seeing the young man busy with chores but otherwise happy and alive, he increased the speed of his walk to the village exit and towards a trail that led to a supposedly haunted wood's. A good ten minutes later, he entered the forest, throwing back his hood to reveal a very tigerish head complete with orange and black striped markings and two rounded ears with the distinctive white spots on the backs. He knew it was safe to do so now the woods had gained a 'cursed' reputation thanks to himself and his mate, giving a very distinctive call that he had adapted from a Puma in order to disguise themselves from possible discovery. A normal human wouldn't hear the call for the distance his mate would as he strapped the wood which was becoming heavy and cumbersome onto his back with some string he kept in the travelling cloaks pocket he used to cover himself up that he had taken from a large hunter. Running off on all fours with the wood making a soft clacking noise with each bound he covered far more distance and could delve easier into the forest then if he was on two legs as he leapt a pit of mud, flexing claws as he landed for traction as he headed to a clearing he had made. Mud and dirt sprayed on up as he pulled up to a stop at an almost finished shack when he called out "SHEVA!" but there was no answer as Johns voice faded. Creeping cautiously up to the nearly finished shack, he peered inside to find the rough cot he had built for his baby was gone. Off to the distance he heard a roar and shot off in the direction of the noise with feral instincts geared up to tear apart whatever intruder was threatening his family. He became almost ghost like as the filtered sunlight flashed across his orange fur, shedding the cloak and wood to make it easier for whatever faced him, he knew Pumas sometimes wandered down to this part but had never come into contact with them as their scent kept them at a wary distance. However, there could always be an exception and he knew Sheva could defend herself but it was a worry for her and mostly his kid that riled him. Bursting into the spot where he heard the call come from, he arched his back and bore his fangs ready to ward off whatever may come at them. "Can't a girl hunt in peace?" Sheva's voice came amusedly to him, making John deflate like an orange and black striped balloon. "It has been a year now since we escaped that mountain and the villagers and still you act like we will be stumbled upon at any moment. Relax John, with a baby to take care of may god help whoever tries to mess with this tigress" she said with an unnerving show of fangs. John smiled in relief as he saw her unharmed and well, he was always like this though, but he couldn't help it, he loved her too much to not be worried when away. Sheva had by her side a young buck she had just killed and near it was his kid, a little light orange fluff ball that had been watching very attentively at his mother. John's kid was a male and when he had been born he was disappointed to see that the curse also affected his child. That was until Sheva had pointed out that he was a lot cuter than any kid she had ever seen and he had to agree on that. "How is my brother?" Sheva said as she picked up their baby who made a mewling noise at her and pawed at her chest feeling hungry. Every time John had to make a trip to the village he would try to keep an eye out for her brother who had still been ill when she had gone back to her village to give him the herb to heal his sickness. "He seems to be fine, like every other time for the past six months I have told you" he said with an amused growl at her as he twined his stripy tail with hers. "I know it seems stupid but...they think of me as a dead monster now but...I can't help feeling for them still" Sheva said as she leaned her head on his furred shoulder. "Anyway, I have to feed a hungry kit here and you have to finish making that extension you promised" she said as they approached the house and she settled on a rough wooden chair he had made for her. Picking up the wood, his claws scraped the surface as he felt renewed determination as he looked through the window at his love feeding their child. He made a silent vow there and then that would either find a way to break this curse that kept them in isolation; otherwise he would make the people change.

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Title: Enter the Hunter by Duran Tags: Bat, Dragon, Human, Vampire High above the bustling city, above the roaring cars, the crowded masses, atop the highest sky scrapers, a battle between monster and monster hunter was coming to violent end. A man, a human man, rarely seen in the world anymore, stood over a broken and bleeding canine. The canine snarled at him, baring large vampiric fangs at his nemeses. "You can't kill us all Slayer," he snarled at the man, clocked in a deep brown overcoat and matching brimmed hat, a perfectly white feather sticking out of the right side. He wore matching pants and heavy, steel toed boots, black as the night, save for the steel incased toe which shown like silver stars. He reached into his pocket a tossed a small metal object onto the vampire. Instantly the snarling canine became a whimpering puppy, he begged pathetically for his life but his cries for mercy fell on deaf ears. In a single, lightening fast motion the man lifted his hand and brought it down on the vampire's throat. When he withdrew his hand a single, thin, silver blade extended six inches from his flattened palm. With a motion of his wrist the blade retreated into the confines of his sleeve. As the vampire dissolved into ash and bone, the hunter sneered at him. "Sorry, all out of mercy." With a whirl and whoosh of his coat he spun on his heels and walked toward the edge of the roof. Without so much as a look down the 50 stories he walked off the edge and plummeted toward the earth. At the last possible second he reached out with a steel clad fist and latched onto the side of the building, slowing his momentum with an ear splitting screech, the steel clawed glove sending out showers of sparks as it tore down the side of the building. When his feet touched the ground, he pried his hand from the building and walked into the shadows of the night, leaving a thirty foot gash in the side of the building. Hours later the door to an old, rundown, dark apartment swung open and the hunter strode in. The apartment was tiny, only one room, with only a bed. The light was out, and alls the better, because the walls were rotting, the carpet was a mess, and what used to be the kitchen was almost literally falling apart. The room had been a drug lab not too long ago, and still bore the stink of noxious chemicals. On the bed sat a brown bat, completely naked as the day she was born. "I take it you killed him?" She inquired in a seductive feminine voice. The hunter gave a half nod and removed his hat, his long jet black hair cascading down his shoulders. "Did he tell you anything?" she asked again, this time the hunter shook his head and slid his coat off. Both his hat and coat hung from a coat rack, the only other piece of furniture in the room. With his black shirt, pants, and shoes still on he walked over to the bed and laid down on it. Despite the fact she was completely naked, and made no attempt to cover herself, he hardly gave her second glance, to which she huffed rather hurtfully. "Dietrich....what's the point of having a woman in your bed if you don't use her?" She ask in an irritated voice. Dietrich only rolled onto his side, facing the wall away from her. "D, damn you, you're always like this after a hunt, talk to me damn it." "Why should I, Mari?," he answered in a cold, deep voice. "What can I tell you, you don't already know?" She huffed and flushed a deep scarlet, turning her back to him and crossing her arms in front of her. He said nothing and focused on trying to sleep, though sleep did not come without a fight, like always. And like always his dreams were haunted by the faces and the screams of the ones he fought and killed, as well as the innocents he failed to. The face of one woman in particular haunted his dreams, a single mother who had been seduced by a vampire. He remembered how good it felt watching that monster die, slowly. As he tossed and turned in his troubled slumber, Mari lay there with him, trying her best to give him comfort, her arms around his shoulders. Despite his coldness, his emotionless attitude she had prayed that maybe there was something between them, though she doubted it. When the sun rose Mari awoke to find Dietrich already awake, he was staring out the window with his cell to his ear. "Yeah, uh huh, sure, understood sir." He flipped the phone shut and placed it in his coat. "We have a new job, pack your things." Mari rolled out of bed and dressed herself in similar attire as Dietrich, then looked up at him. "And Just where are we going?" "Japan." --- Dietrich stood on the roof of a school, looking down at his target. Not a vampire from the look of her, but she reeked of undeath, he could smell it all the way from his lofty perch. She was a dragon, blue scales and long white hair, she wore a typical girls uniform with a white blouse and pleated skirt. Her hair was shoulder length and her eyes were greener then the sea. Although she hid them well, to Dietrich's sharp eyes the two small puncture holes may have been craters on the moon. There was no doubt she had come into contact with one, though not even Dietrich could guess the circumstances. He did know that she would lead him to his true target soon enough. He whirled on his heel and dropped off the school with a whoosh of his coat, his steel soled boots hitting the dirt with a loud thud. He strode toward Mari with a grin on his face, a very rare occurrence. When Mari saw this she was in a state of shock. "Dietrich, I have not seen you smile since we cleansed that Coven in Saltsburg." She said with an amused smile on her muzzle. "It is a good day," he replied, "Our time grows close....be ready, we move at nightfall." She placed her hand on her heart and bowed. They both walked off the wait for the day to ebb on, and for their little friend to lead them to their true prey. The day dragged on with Alex's eyes glued to the clock, Delilah was coming over again after school to study and she had to let Paul know that he was going to have to wait tonight. It had also been a long time since she had had Delilah over, the last time resulting in some of the best sex of her life, and she was exited to see what might happen tonight. When the bell did ring she let out a sigh and stood, waiting for Delilah at the door before heading home together. They strolled down the street, arm in arm, giggling to one another of this boy and that girl and all the other usual gossip. Alex had to admit it was nice to be normal again, even if she really wasn't. Alex had had a chance encounter with a strange and dark creature one night about three months ago. She had been sleeping soundly in her bed when a dark shadow with bloody red eyes crept out of the corner of her room. It was very weak, sounding as though near death. It had begged for sustenance in the form of her living blood, and for some reason, on she still did not understand why, she had allowed it to do so. She could remember the sharp pain of it's fangs as they slid through her iron hard scales like butter, and then the unbelievable pleasure that came with its feeding. At that point in her life it was the most intense and powerful thing she had ever felt. The feeling was only to be outdone when it, or rather he, had turned out to be the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She took him as her lover the night fallowing, or maybe allowed him to take her, and had been his body and soul since. The thing that startled her more was that he had been there, in her home the day fallowing. She was sure she had dreamed it all but there he was, sitting drinking a glass of blood in her dinning room. She had made a fool of herself that morning, though he thought it very amusing and had opened what remained of his shattered heart to her. He had taken the form of a student her age so as to blend in with her at school, though that plan proved tragic when several gang members tried to take her from him by force and were murdered brutally before her eyes. She had fled in terror from him, and he from her, leaving for many weeks before returning to her waiting arms. Paul had started living with Alex roughly a month ago, at least as a student. That passed mouth had been the best of her life. She was able to fall asleep in his arms every night, on the weekends when her parents were out it meant none stop lovemaking between the two of them. Alex had proved to be a near insatiable lover on more then one occasion, often times going for four or more hours on end. At times like that Paul praised whatever deity was up there that he was not human or there would be no way he could satisfy her. What pleased them both the most about their relationship was how in love they really were. It was more then just sex to them, sure there were nights and days where neither slept. But there were also the weeks at a time they would go without, not needing it. They would spend a quite evening home alone with each other, knowing that it was all they really needed to be happy. The two giggling girls strolled into the house, Delilah heading for the living room and Alex heading for the attic to let Paul know they had company. When she found him in the dimly lit room he looked agitated and unnerved about something. She gave him a quizzical look and as Paul looked back he put on a mask of excitement and happiness so perfect that Alex found herself wondering if what she had seen on his face mere seconds ago was real or if she had imagined it. Paul embraced her in a warm, or really rather cold, hug and kissed her lips, admittedly half heartedly. "Ok big guy, spill, what's wrong?" She asked in an almost motherly tone. "My dear what ever do you mean?" He replied feigning innocents. "You know what I mean, there is something on your mind and I want to know what." Her tone was matter of factual, her arms crossed in front of her chest. Paul continued to act as though there were nothing wrong and the two went back and fourth in this matter for a full 10 minutes before Alex gave up, saying, "Delilah is over, she's downstairs in the living room." Paul nodded and gave her a smile, gesturing to an empty cabinet "I need to refill my stock tonight, so I will need all my time to prepare, you two go and have some fun tonight." Alex gave a huff and returned to her friend downstairs. --- "I don't see any signs of a vampire here," came Mari's voice from the shadows of a cherry tree around the corner from Alex's home. "I mean, there are no bats or wolves, no familiars of any kind, no mist, none of the tell tail signs of a vampire." Her face was contorted in frustration, partly because there was no real evidence a vampire lived in the quaint domicile but mostly because she had been standing there with Dietrich all day and wanted to go shopping. "Oh he's here, I can smell it, he's definitely in there," Came Dietrich's low, cold voice. "And from the feel of it, he is pretty powerful too, and old." The sun had just set behind the horizon and the street lamps were winking on. "Wont be long now," he said in a voice so low his companion, gifted in hearing as she was, could not hear him clearly. He pulled an ivory pipe from the depths of his coat, along with tobacco leaves and a match book. He placed the leaves in the pipe and tapped it down with his finger. He then tore a match and struck it on the rough surface on the back of the book. A flame burst to life, only to be snuffed out moments later as Dietrich ignited the leaves and sucked in the smoke from the mouth peace of the pipe. After waving out the match, he tossed it away. Content with his pipe he leaned heavily against a cement retaining wall and continued to watch the house for movement. The girls he had seen enter earlier had left a short while ago, yammering about some movie that had just come out. They wouldn't be a problem, even if they got back before his prey left for the night. Dietrich's eyes caught fire as the second story window opened and a dark figure leapt out, using the roof tops to traverse the city. Dietrich gave a wide grin and turned around, holding the pipe with his right hand as he walked. "Come Mari, we are done here." A confused looking Mari followed behind him. She just didn't get it, why had Dietrich waited all this time just to see his target leave? Why not engage him now and be done with it so they could move on to a new target. She never could understand this man's mind, he was so meticulous and precise about all his movements, never moving forward before he was sure he knew where he was, what he was after, and how is target acted. He would spend days learning everything about his prey before taking it down. She supposed it had served him well but she was more of the "Guns ablaze," approach. But, seeing as he was master here and she just a pupil she would have to go along with his plans, however boring they may be. So with a heavy sigh and much mumbling she fallowed after Dietrich, offering several suggestions on what they should do for dinner, Dietrich said nothing, there was only one thing on his mind at the moment, and that was that he was right. "All too easy."

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Title: Don't Look Back Ch. 34 Tags: m/m erotica, taboo, m/m romance, incest, rural, father/son November 4th was not only Marshall's birthday, but it was also the day he and Lee celebrated what they considered to be their anniversary. The date on which they became a couple in every sense of the word. Normally, they stayed at home and enjoyed their privacy. But this year also marked another occasion, one which could not be ignored. This was the year Marshall turned twenty-one. "Couldn't we just stay home and continue what we're doing?" Marshall lay stretched out on their bed, on his stomach and naked. Lee, also naked, straddled him, gently but firmly relaxing the muscles along Marshall's back and shoulders. Lee was certainly no slouch when it came to the art of massage, and Marshall appreciated all his ministrations. The trouble was he wanted more, not to go out. Usually, that wasn't a problem, but tonight, it seemed to be. "You know we can't, and you know why." Marshall groaned and pouted. Not that it did him a lot of good, since he was face down, and only the mattress was privy to his scowl. He would have rolled over and shown his displeasure more clearly but that wouldn't do him any good, and he knew it, and besides, he was too damn comfortable to roll over this moment. Lee had relaxed every damn muscle Marshall possessed. Well, all except one. And right this minute he wanted nothing more than to lie here in sublime bliss, with Lee's hands on him, as well as the heat of his body where they made contact. Just not quite enough contact to suit Marshall. "How about we go tomorrow night? Stay here tonight?" "It's all set for tonight, and tomorrow doesn't count." Lee slid off Marshall and slapped his ass for good measure. "Besides, it's just for a little while. Have some dinner, a few drinks..." "And then?" "And then... providing you behave yourself... we come home and I'll fuck your brains out." Now that sounded more like it. Marshall rolled over and regarded Lee, who was rubbing his hands on a towel, removing the massage oil. Lee arched an eyebrow. "You can quit being a brat now," he commented, "and appreciate that our friends want you to have a great twenty-first birthday." "I know, it's just that—" "*And* be grateful I talked them out of kidnapping you and taking you on a road trip to Eagle Pass, over to the Kickapoo casino. Or even Vegas." Lee was right. That would have been a much longer journey. This way, they were only an hour away from home. And it was flattering to be the guest of honor at a birthday party. That had never happened before. When he was little, it was just Marshall and his dad. His mother never remembered or seemed to care. "Yeah, that's true," Marshall relented, his voice softening. At the same time, he scooted across the bed, his eyes fastened on Lee and his hot body. "And I do appreciate it, trust me. But couldn't we... you know..." "Couldn't we what? Take a shower and get dressed?" "After, sure. Sounds like a great plan." "After what?" Lee slung the towel over one shoulder. Marshall swore he spotted a smirk, but it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "You telling me you can't exercise a little bit of self-control until we get home? Do I need to get the cock ring out, just to remind you what restraint is?" No, not that. Marshall suppressed a moan. The idea of sitting through dinner with that thing caging his cock was not an inviting one. The last time they'd done that had been pure torture. "No, that won't be necessary," he hastily replied. This time Lee flat out grinned. "All right then." He approached the bed, leaned down and kissed Marshall, sliding his hand into his long locks and gripping them firmly. "Don't worry, once we get home, you're all mine, and I intend to show you just what that means." Lee's words went straight to Marshall's cock, eliciting another moan. That idea appealed to him more than he could say. Three years, and he was as much in love with Lee as he was at the beginning. Even more so. Their love only grew stronger every day. "I'll behave," he promised, and was rewarded with another long kiss. Lee pressed closer against Marshall's slick flesh. "Let's take that shower now." He tenderly nipped at Marshall's earlobe, then straightened up and offered him a hand. Marshall pretended to groan as he gained his feet, and they headed toward the bathroom. \* \* \* The birthday celebration began at Partners, where they met up with Slim and Rye and Denver and a few of their other friends. Of course, Roy was with them. He wouldn't miss Marshall's birthday for the world. They shoved a few tables together in a corner, and bought Marshall his first legal drink. Of course, they didn't tell anyone else that Marshall had been drinking there as a minor. He probably wasn't the only one, though. Afterwards, they all met at a nearby roadhouse that advertised the best Texas barbecue for miles around. They got a room to themselves, placed their orders, and kicked back with a couple pitchers of draft beer. "We didn't get any dancing in," Denver complained. He sat on one side of Marshall, who had the place of honor at the head of the table, with Lee on the other side. Roy sat on the other side of Lee, next to Slim. "I wanted to dance with the birthday boy. How about we go back after we eat?" "Not tonight." Marshall laughed, shooting a quick wink at Lee. "Some other time, son, tonight's spoken for." "Well hell's bells." Denver rolled his eyes. "I wanna do what you two did on the Internet!" "What are you talking about?" "You know, when you was in that video that got posted on You Tube." Marshall and Lee exchanged puzzled glances.

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Title: Perfect Murder by BladePup Tags: Not furry, murder "Something's happened to me - something bad. And I don't know what to do. I don't see any way to get out of this. It seems to me that this world is unfair and I cannot go on living. Many people would say to go and seek help but no one can help me. You cannot understand the pain I have gone through. This cataclysmic event that has happened will shock and horrify you. If I am found alive and do not read this then you would kill me anyway. No matter where I have been I have not found any hope. Ok well here's the story; Jake and I were out hunting last Friday night. Soon enough a massive and majestic buck was in sight. With the target clear in sight I fired my rifle. I heard another shot fired at the same time and a gasp of pain escaped Jake's lips. I soon enough called the cops and they pronounced him dead at around 9:30 that night. I told the cops my story and soon enough went away. This is where the guilt had started to set in because the target I fired at was actually Jake"... Mary stopped reading at this point. A wave of dizziness washed over her as the event of the last two weeks became clearer. Wesley's late nights at the pub along with his stares becoming more and more distant. Mary thought that it was the shock from his twelve year old son being killed in a hunting accident. 'I was only the mistress,' thought Mary 'I never even met his son, yet sure enough the cops almost break down my door in search of answers'. Mary walked towards the window and sat on the recliner almost breaking it with the haste of her arrival. 'The worst of it is that the letter was given to me and not his wife.' She said aloud. The intensity of then seemed to catch up with her and she suddenly began to weep. At this the reporter and detective sitting in the room with her took up their coats and left. 'Well Miss Burges you have our deepest sympathies in the matter and the moment we find your... um, ahem ... lover's body we will inform you'. The Two gravely men began to leave the house. When they had driven away Mary's weeping subsided and she began to laugh. Her laughter filled the house and darkened every room. 'You can come out now dear' she called, opening the wardrobe door. Almost as soon as the door opened the bloodied corpse of Wesley dropped out. The stench of two weeks of decay greeted Mary as she moved the body slowly towards the chair. With the house being in the countryside and all curtains drawn they were alone. Leaving the room Mary began to ponder her decisions. Does she destroy the evidence and keep the police from ever finding the body or does she keep him as her prize. "Ha', She thought to herself 'they will never suspect me; the meek and lonely mistress. He never told me he had a kid let alone that he has old enough to be my brother. Well could have been worse...' looking back at the decaying form on the floor she notices his small wedding band glinting in the sun. As she removed the ring something caught her eye, the ring wasn't plain gold but had was encrusted with pink diamond. Pink diamond! One of the rarest and most sought after diamonds in the world, only the mega rich owned these. 'I should have also re written his will that is a lot better than any suicide note. I could have been rich, but I'm sure that this will have to do. Giggling to herself she began to shove her ex-lover's body back into the wardrobe. A memory of her former lovers; Carl, Harry, John, Mark all seemed to haunt her. They were all perfect to her and yet all seemed to have one fatal flaw. Carl was an alcoholic, Harry a gang member, john a paedophile and mark was gay. Ironic how many of these fatal flaws were proven right in the long run. As Mary began to close the wardrobe she heard a soft tapping as if someone was knocking on the window. This startled Mary causing her to knock open the wardrobe fall inside and knock her head on something hard... Mary woke up a few hours later her hands covered in blood. The drowsy state she was in caused her to see odd shapes milling about her. It was when those blurs began taking form that she began to panic. The Police were here. You see when Mary fell over it created such a bang that the old lady next door thought that she was in trouble. When the ambulance and police crews turned up they uncovered a bloody sight. They found Mary unconscious embraced by the rotting corpse of Wesley. "The Red Widow" they called her, murderer of many came to and was arrested on the spot two days later was found in her cell dead. She had used her bloodstained shirt to hang herself. Ironic, isn't it how things turn out. You can get out of the grasp of the law for a while; become comfortable then just as things are becoming fun, wham you are behind bars. Funny, this time she didn't leave a note... It was the perfect murder.

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