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FSE | Title: Kayla: Anne's View by Professor Bob
Tags: Dragon, F/F, Fox, Harsh, No-Yiff, Spanking, Various Species
Kayla: Anne's View
In the 28th century, the technology of rejuvenation allows for immortality. This device is also used for sentencing as well. A penitatas; a criminal that is sent back to childhood to live a highly strict and disciplined life to start anew. (Story Twenty-Two)
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Concept by Lurking Dragon Kayla and story by Professor Bob [[email protected]](https://www.sofurry.com/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection) More Kayla!: www.Professor-Bob.com
I began to wake up rather groggily to a claw rubbing and petting my back, still curled from my sleep. My legs, neck, and tail shifted, and I heard a voice come through to my half awake mind.
[Anne? Anne dear, it's time to get up for your first day of school], the voice of my mother Daria said in her soft manner, the cool scaled claw making me crack a smile on my snout. It's odd how a claw that helps spank you all the time can feel so good as well..
[Good morning momma], I said as I turned my neck up, nosing her waiting snout.
[Come on, out of bed now], she spat with a pat to my shoulder. I growled out a groan, slipping from my sheets and my comphy bed. The summer wasn't long enough, especially for a penitatas like me. [Oh don't be pouty, you know you have to go], my mother had to remind me for my little groan. [Come on downstairs for breakfast after you wash up], she then said with more pep, rubbing my scaled head before heading out.
[Okay mom], I nodded as she left, leaving me to my thoughts as I sat down on my bed for a moment with a stretch. It's days like this that really make me hate being a penitatas, as well as hating myself for getting to be one in the first place. The first day of school always made me nervous and gave me butterflies when I was a kindern, and it's deffinately not better now that I know I'm gonna get my tail paddled when I get there. It's always that knowing...that makes you regret your mistake. At least this isn't Christmas...ooohh that just makes me shiver just thinking about it. Did they really have to do that? Make that day?..Well, I'm scared of it, and hate it, so I guess it's doing it's job. Today isn't like that, so I had better hop to it. With that thought, I gave a bounce on the side of my mattress and got to my good ol' raptor feet. All it took was a step out my door to smell the breakfast my parents were cooking. [Bacon!], I chirped, going from my room and bounding down the stairs. Dad making a big breakfast is the only other perk to this day I can think of, other then getting to see my friends. Ninne and everyone! I slowed my feet down before I got to the dinning room, so I woulndn't be caught running around the house, and smiled to my parents as I trotted in.
[Good morning Anne], my dad, Clark, nodded from his spot in the kitchen, infront of the plasma-stove. He was a Drakonian like my mom, and he wore a keen and light smile most of the time. He's the gentler one, but he can really punish too when he sees it fit. Not as big a mouth as mommy, but he makes it up in corner time. All penitatas parents have their own style..
[Here Anne. Let me see those claws], my mom asked of me as she got up from her seat at our dinning room table, holding her's up slightly and wiggling her fingers. I took a wince to my chest just after she said that, and I remembered I was supposed to wash up..damn bacon distracting me. I took a step and raised my claws for her, just hoping..[Anne! You didn't wash up!], my mom snapped a scold. So much for hoping she wouldn't notice.
[I got distracted mom, I forgot..], I sorta sighed. Being a little nine year old is a lot different from what it used to be, being an adult.
[I asked you to wash up and you didn't], she said sternly, but lightly as my head lowered a little. I had to repress my worry when she took me by the wrist of my left claw and took me to the corner, left of the walkway to the kitchen. [Keep the end of your snout against the wall till I come back with my claw swatter], she instructed, her voice hinting her disappointment. Hey, I'm disappointed too. I kept quiet, trying to be good, keeping my snout gently pressed against the wall. It's funny how you notice all the details and color in a wall when it's the only boring thing you can see..blue, riples, curves..
[C'mon Anne, you know better..], came the soft, caring, voice of my peni father. He had walked in from the kitchen, from the doorway beside me, and his voice nearly made my snout turn to him. The end of my snout didn't leave that wall or move though...you learn not to turn your head from the wall when you get punished extra for it. I made a little wimperish chirp in reply, not speaking when I wasn't really supposed to. He patted me on the back and I heard him step back into the kitchen. A claw may punish but it can certainly love too...at least I know I'm cared about. I try hard to be a good girl..I still wonder how I was stupid enough to try and rip a casino off. Easy money my tail...I'm ashamed of myself, but I'm learning how to be good again, and paying it back in tears..peh, and staring at the walls. This wasn't how I wanted to start this morning at all...oh crap, I hear her coming..
[Alright Anne, take your snout from the corner], I heared my mother command as I sighed to myself. I shifted my head and turned around on my feet with a couple steps foreward with my head lower then usual, eyes gazing sorrily up. Wielded in my mom's right claw was her claw swatter..or should I say, 'my' claw swatter. Got butterflies in my tummy already. [Okay, go on. Claws up and open flat], she told me in her 'you know the drill already' way. That was quite true. So, I did as required of me, leaving my claws defenceless..I was looking sadly up, just waiting for ma' to raise her swatter, while my eyelids and muscles were already anticipating the wince. Then, the moment my mind and body was dreading..I meeped almost silently and shut my eyes tight, bracing myself as my mom quickly raised her swatter. I heard a sharp \*SMACK!\* as a jolt of pain shot through my arm and my claw stung, causing a yelp. I opened my eyes and wimpered, wincing and trying to keep my claws flatly open as I just had to endure. It's not like I'm working, but this is stil hard and tiring..I started to lose count, which doesn't take me long, when I started to cry.
[Ooooowww!! Ma'ma stop!], I plead in tears as she continued slapping the studded Drakonian claw swatter down on my palms and fingers. It felt like an hour..the sting burning into paw claws and going up my arms..my cries, howls, and fidgets...but it stopped.
[There. Two dozen], I heard my mother say contently over my sobs and wimpers. I was an easy crier and rather vocal in my spankings..damn it hurts, I wanna rub it so bad! Grr, but I'm not allowed! I winced again when my mother took my wrist again, thinking this wasn't over..I just cried to myself quietly, feeling the wet drip on my scaled cheeks and snout. She took me into the kitchen, past my dad, to the sink where she pulled my claws out and turned the faucet on. The cold rush of water brought me instant relief and slowed me tears and wimpers to nothing. She gently washed my paws, getting them clean, and letting the hurt ease. She dried my claws and my snout with a smile as I could see, scooting me off to the dinning room. [Breakfast is done dear, go take your seat], she said without anything in her voice that would say she was still mad. All forgotten. I was feeling better when I sat down, though holding a fork was just slightly sore at times from my swatting. I looked up from my plate as my mom and dad sat down a few moments later with their own plates.
[So are you ready for the first day of school Anne?], my dad asked as he took a large bite of his eggs.
[Yep!], I replied to him with a smile and nod, sniffles gone already. I might be ready for school, but I'm not actually comfortable about it though.
[We expect you to be on your best behavior today, and follow every rule. No talking out, and be compliant about your welcome spanking], I looked at my mother as she gave me her expectations. I'm reckless when it comes to rules, and in first grade I tried to escape my welcome spanking, so her words weren't exactly 'not needed'. Boy that teacher got my tail good for that..
[Yes ma'ma, I will], I said in my most kindest and respectful way, so that she'd know I was being truthful. I usualy always try to be good, it's just when I slip up that I get punished. I'm not all that bad a girl really. I ate to my fill a little faster then my parents, but still minding my manners to an extent. This came to be to my advantage, because as I was finishing, my mom startled my feasting.
[Alright Anne, it's time to meet the bus], she said as she got from her seat, leaving her half finished plate behind. She must not have expected she'd have to spank my claws this morning and didn't leave any free time.
[Ok. Bye daddy!], I said as I slipped from my chair and kissed by dad as he lowered his snout a bit for me.
[Bye honey], he smiled warmly back, giving my head a pat. Mom took my left claw, only slightly sore now, and walked me outside to the curb. The sun was shining and there was only a few clouds..seemed like a beautiful day, but I was nervous now more then ever. Seeing all the houses this morning, and thinking about where I was going, and what was going to happen. A single glimpse to the back of my right claw could affirm my fate as well. That silver 'P' I've gotten used to seeing, that appeared there once I was lead out of the rejuvenation chamber my a rejuve technician. Seems so long ago, and it's only been three years..
[Take care today, okay Anne?], my mom said warmly, snapping me back into my reality as the bus was coming down the street.
[Sure mommy, I'll see you later], I nodded, giving her a kiss when she lowered her snout to me. The bus came to a stop beside us and I waved my mom goodbye as I hopped on. Most of the kids were familar, and I walked with a smile down the walkway, sitting down beside one of my friends..Paula. I was fortunate enough she rode my bus, or else I'd be the only non human! They all must have gotten up much earlier then me to prepare, since they wear clothes and all. Being a reptile, such things weren't needed, but there always were the types like Ninne and her mom who have lived here so long and believed it was ethicly good to wear clothes.
"Hey Annie!", Paula greeted as she made room for me on the seat. Hey, I was a Drakonian afterall, I needed a little more space.
[Hi Paula!], I spat back in my language. The blue furred Jalaxian was wearing a skirt, looking much like a school girl. Her parents were always ones for looking pretty. [You as nervous as I am?], I sorta giggled. I knew she was, maybe more then me. She was always the nervous sort.
"Yeah..", she bit her feline lip and nodded. I'm not the only one who felt the way they did..all the penitatas do really. I'm sure even Kayla is worrying about her orange furred rear right down to the white tip of her tail, and she's as well behaved as I know anyone to be! Paula and I talked our 'girl talk' and other school gossip on or way to school, which didn't take long. We got off the bus along with everyone else, looking about the campus of students. Voluntarus, medicalos, penitatas, and all the other classes of children, right here before us. Another year at Calleet Rejuve Elementary..
"Hey raptor girl!", I heard walk by me as Paula and I looked for our class.
[Shut up Davis!], I snarrled playfully at him. He was in my class last year, and this year it looks like Paula and I will have the same class. We went promptly to the fourth grade hallway, walking through it's doors. School, a place so familiar, still seems so...unknown on the first day. I trotted my feet down the white tile'd hall till I arrived at my classroom door. Paula and I wasted no time walking in to see who else would be in the class with us. As soon as we went in, two certain classmates caught my eye, since they weren't human either. [Ninne! Kayla!], I said happily, heading quickly in with Paula.
[Hey Anne!], Ninne waved first, speaking our own language and meeting me. Our claws clasped and we gave a hop and giggle. "You're with all of us this year!", she said quite excitedly, speaking in panglish now. Kayla's paw rested on her new desk that she and Ninne must have located before Paula and I arrived, and she gave a wave with her other foxy paw, smiling quite friendly, as she always does.
"Heya Paula", she smiled to her first, since I was busy, then gave a, "Heya Anne", once my feet hit the floor from Ninne and I's hop. "You're behind me this year", she said towards me, gesturing for the desk that was mine.
[Thanks], I smiled back, trotting over to my desk and checking into my console. I could sense that Kayla was nervous, but she's always so calm and happy. Can't see it through that smile of her's easily.
[Looks like the dragon-paddle isn't just for me this year..], Ninne said while leaning on the desk beside mine, with her voice hinting her own nervousness. The dragon-paddle in my old class was just for me too, and I'll vouch for Ninne, that it's creepy to see it lying around or taken out...because you know who it's for. You.
[Just be happy you take spankings better then I do], I sighed. I'm bad with pain, and I always feel so embarassed, howling or roaring like an kindern. This place is filling up fast, and I know class is going to begin soon..
[It'll be over before you know it Anne. Let's keep our snouts up and take what we have coming], Ninne sighed with a smile giving my shoulder a pat as she walked past to go to her own seat, a row to my right. I can keep my snout up, but it won't be dry I'll tell you...man, Ninne sounds more like Kayla by the day. That calm acceptance of being a penitatas..how do they stand it all?
"Class, take your seats!", rang out in a feminine voice. I look to the door and behold, naturally, our teacher had arrived. 'Oh wonderful', was the only responce my mind could think as she walked straight from the class' door to her desk as the others who weren't yet seated went to their desks. Kayla sat down quietly infont of me as Paula went to her own desk, off to the other side of the room. The fox's twin ears and all that fur infront of me, seemingly calm and kind, just makes me feel a little better. Feels good to not be alone, and Kayla always had a knack for giving off a fine aura.
[Here we go..], I muttered to myself.
"Good morning students, I am miss Chester, and welcome to fourth grade!", the somewhat older woman said as she sat down behind her desk, leaning on it somewhat as she spoke to her new pupils. "As my roster shows, every student of mine this year is a penitatas, so there will be no disciplinary exceptions here I see", she looked at her datapad and said aloud to the class, giving me a chill down my spine. I was kinda happy no one could just sit back and watch my tail get chewed while their rear was always safe, but a complete penitatas class just means they'll be harder on us as a group. Lots of fun...yeah, fun my tailhole. "Since by now you have met mostly all of your fellow classmates from the previous three grades, we won't be doing the introduction procedure you've become used to. Instead, it will give me more time for all your punishment spankings, since they're a little longer this year", the teacher said rather plainly, though it was enough to cause a few muffled groans around me, and even a little drake one from myself. This lady says it like it's nothing! I noticed miss Chester's look turn a little colder rather quickly. "And everyone I just hear groan will be getting a worse punishment then the rest. You know better by now!", she added, giving me a chill through my scales as I sat still...just shocked. Ma'ma wasn't going to be happy about that..argh, my claws are still sore! It was myself and four others of the 12 child group who's names she called out to the class who would be getting an 'addition' to their spanking, I guess for our information and humiliation at the same time. Good job lady, you're doing fine at that. Kayla and Ninne didn't groan, though I did see Ninne look down a little. Kayla's ears made a twitch, but she of all people knew not to anger the teacher. I heard what happened to her last year when Ninne got her in trouble with the chip of her's! In my looking about, I did see I knew most everyone here though..Davey, Markus..hey, even Bill, that little barrel of laughs. It's hard to think he would hurt someone that badly but...he did, and he's here with us. That Ashley girl that was always being mean to people wasn't in this class, fortunately...I guess they got smart enough to keep her away from us drakes. "Miss Anne!", I heard sharply, enough to make me wince and snap back upright with my snout foreward. "You will pay attention in here and not be looking around and daydreaming, understand?", she said sternly, giving me a very warning look. Well, I nodded and took that warning for sure.
[Yes Miss Chester, sorry], I told her quickly. I guess my lack of attention is a bit more obvious then I think sometimes..
"You, miss Anne, will be last. You now have TWO additions to your welcome spanking, and you will have to sit still and watch everyone elses while you wait", miss Chester scolded towards me with a disappointed scowl. I just kept quiet, trying not to pout..now I know ma'ma will rip my tail off! I saw from the corner of my eye that Ninne gave me a quick sympethetic look. I just tried to pull a little strength from the fact I wasn't alone, and put my claws together on top of my desk to sit and wait for what I had coming. Miss Chester had already picked up her datapad, looking through the list. "Let's begin now. Billy, you're first", she said aloud, calling the first name as she brought an armless chair to the front of her desk. The kind we knew was for spanking. I watched Bill march right up there to her with a not so happy look on his face as she took her seat and lead him onto her lap. She tugged down his shorts and briefs, baring his chubby behind for all too see. Miss Chester picked her full sized paddle off the desk, and without hesitation, swatted it crisply against the center of his rear as his paddling begun. I watched with discomfort as I had to listen to him cry out and wimper as he began to sob and tears began to trickle down the sides of his human cheeks. I counted each \*WHAP!!\* and kept counting till his rear was red and twenty spanks were administered, as a fourth grader gets. Twenty...ugh. Miss Chester scooted Bill towards the wall beside the door, starting the line where all the kids would stand with their noses to the wall and garments around their ankles. I began to watch student after student rise from their seats upon their name being called, their slink over to the teacher's lap, and the twenty nasty spanks from that paddle that came afterwards, till they were sent crying off to the wall. My own tail was feeling sore already..
"Next up is..Ninne", the teacher said as Paula shuffled herself in tears to the wall, tail limp behind her. I didn't like having to watch that..and this was going to be worse. I turned my head slightly to catch a sigh from her as she got up and started her short trot to miss Chester, standing beside the chair and, of course, not on her lap. Miss Chester lifted the heavy harsh dragon-paddle from her desk and got it secure in her hand, stepping to Ninne's side. Ninne turned and faced the desk, knowing the drill to be paddled with her tail on display, and I watched the teacher pull her drake pants and panties down...please don't hit hard. Please? Miss Chester lifted Ninne's tail a moment later, letting Ninne's snout go down to the floor as she was bent over. Ninne looked like she wasn't trying to be scared, but I noticed that claw tremble. "It's fifteen for you too", she decided to tell her reptilian student as she wrapped her arm around Ninne's tail to hold it properly...I just saw Ninne softly nod and take a deep breath. I didn't want to watch, I really didn't..to see a friend spanked wasn't something that made you happy or calmer. Miss Chester got a nice grip on the harsh dragon- paddle and reared it back, swinging it with a good \*SMACK!!\* upon the base of Ninne's tail, which caused me to wince at the sound of the paddle and it's studs smacking into my friend's tender scales. Ninne gave a pathetic whine at the first spank, and just tried to hang in there as the big paddle continued to leave her tail and return. I kept counting anxiously...five, six, seven...Ninne was crying now, or at least obviously now if she was teary a few swats ago. I kept wincing or grimacing along with Ninne, feeling my tail sting and burn by watching her welcome spanking. I even noticed myself fidget in my seat...
"YYEEEEOOWWLL!!", Ninne yiped out with a draconic growl at number thirteen, crying helplessly as her tears went down her snout. I couldn't stop counting the spanks even if I wanted to. I sighed quietly to myself as I watched Ninne's paddling come to it's end, slamming it's pointed studs one last time into her sore tail. Finally, it was over for her...and I'm sure Ninne was thinking the same now. Miss Chester let go of her tail, letting Ninne up with a quick rub at her tail and wet snout. "Into line at the wall you go", she told Ninne with a little scoot, and Ninne obeyed with a shuffle of her raptorish footclaws. She stood beside Paula and put her snout to the wall as I saw her tears trying to subside, with her claws obidiently at her sides. Ninne was a strong one, or at least I'm a weak one maybe. I watched as a couple more students were called and reared, another two of them getting extra paddle spanks because of that groan. Their butts were a little rosier then the rest, and that didn't make me feel any better..no wonder she wanted me to be last. This went on till there were two left....Kayla and myself.
"Kayla, it's your turn now", miss Chester looked to the fox infront of me and gave a nod. Without as much as a pout, Kayla quickly slipped herself from her desk and padded herself to her, climbing onto her lap. That girl, I swear! If theres anyone acceptant of the inevitable, it's her! She didn't look comfortable as I looked over her look, and mainly her her ears. Kayla's ears told you a lot of what she was thinking and how she felt. Right now, her ears were limp and lowered slightly once she climbed onto her lap..she had a lump in her chest I could tell. Anticipation doesn't escape even the best of us. "So your grade should be second hmm?", she said while looking at the datapad while Kayla lied across her warm lap.
"Yes miss Chester", Kayla looked to her and answered. Her voice wasn't fearful, but lacking a little bit of air then usual from what I could tell. Miss Chester set the datapad down and picked up a small swatting paddle from her desk, reaching with her fingers to undo the button of her pants above her tail. "Your welcome spanking is seventeen with a swatting paddle then", she told the furry fox as she pulled her blue jeans and pink panties down below her knees, while Kayla kept her muzzle foreward and a bit down as she lied on her lap. A free human hand took Kayla's tail and restrained it against her back, keeping her fox rear fully exposed...Kayla was a fortunate one that only I was here to watch now, since everyone else was watching a wall with blurry eyes. Kayla quickly braced herself as she felt a movement behind her and a sharp crack sound came as the small and thin wooden device slapped against her rear, inciting a small whine. Miss Chester spanked with the little swatter quickly, setting the little fox's behind into a stingy fire. Kayla squirmed and wimpered and whined louder and louder at each hard slap of the device till she began to cry at number eleven, the first pair of tears that had welled going down her furred cheeks with a pathetic and teary whine as she began to sob. Kayla wriggles and squirms when she's spanked fast I've come to notice, but she doesn't do it much.
"AAAARRRROOOOO!!", Kayla cried out with a little kick of her footpaws, ruffling her clothing that had slipped to her ankles. The skin beneath her fur I bet had turned red by now, especially since she's younger and has a more tender rear. Her crying and fox howl was enough to tell anyone that! Her tail squirmed against her back as the last spank was sent in with a little extra flick of the wrist at the end, making a crisper \*SMACK!!\* against the poor girl's rear. "AAAAOOOOOWWW-ooowww-aaarrrooo..", Kayla sniffled and sobbed out in a yelp as that last swat stung it's way down into her bottom, searing it just a little more as the yelpish howl weakened and subsided into a little fox growl of pain and her fidgeting stopped. She lied across Miss Chester's lap and cried, slowly catching her breath as she panted a little.
"All done", our teacher said as she lifted Kayla from her lap a moment later, setting her on her footpaws as she sniffled and wimpered very softly with a wipe of her eyes. "Go join your classmates at the wall, and remember, paws at your sides", Miss Chester nodded to her softly, scooting her gently in the direction of the wall. I just gulped...I was happy Kayla's spanking was over but...that also meant...mine is now. "Anne, please come up here", she said to me as she was walking with the chair, returning it to it's place. I breathed deeply and slowly got from my desk, meeting her infront of the class where everyone was spanked, now lacking the chair. I just rubbed at my claws and looked up sadly at her, wondering what she was going to do to me.
[M-miss..], I had spat out before I was duely interrupted.
"Anne, your behavior and respect have something to be improved upon, and I shall see to it that you're spanked well", she said to me, giving me a chill...I wimpered and nodded. She went behind her desk and pulled something big out...a blistering dragon-paddle. As she was picking it up and slowly started walking towards me, she said, in a solumn tone, "You will have five extra paddle spanks for your groan, as everyone else, but for your second offence, the extra five will be applied with this paddle. Three to your tail, and one for each hip for added measure". I looked down and felt like I could cry as it was, feeling my tail muscles tense. With a motion of her left hand and arm, she raised my tail, bending me over infront of her desk with the base of my raptorish tail at her mercy...I heard her swap the paddle she got out with the one she left on the desk from Ninne, and I just tensed up all over, waiting for it...waiting..\*WHAP!!\* came the paddle's sharp contact with my tailbase, shooting off a chain reaction of nerves through my entire body as the pain sunk in, stinging and hurting. I wimpered loudly as I felt it two..thh-ree..FOURRR! more times, feeling my eyes quickly well up and my footclaws fidget.
[Oooowwwww!], I growled out like a simple child just before the studded paddle impacted my tail hard once again, making me lurch foreward just slightly and made me begin to cry. My ttttaaiiiilll!! She just kept spanking my tail no matter how I reacted, just like any other spanking, and it just makes you feel helpless. I roared out and howled in tears by swat ten..I wish I could take spankings better!! OOooowwwwiiee..
"You still have more, so don't start bawling on me yet", I heard from above me in my haze, pain, and teary little roars. I can't heeellpp itttt! I just kept crying out in my tears and pawing my footclaws at the floor till it was finally over...it stung dammit! Grrrr, it hurt!
[Aaaaaaooooooowwww..], I whined and sobbed as my body rested slightly at the cease in paddling.
"Five more", Miss Chester said as she pulled the blistering dragon-paddle from the desk. I could hear the heavy thing sliding it's studs along the desk's surface as it became weilded within her hand. The next sound, besides my little wimperings from being paddled, was a swoosh of the heavy paddle through the air and it's impact against my tail...HARD!!
[RRRRRAAAAAAWWWWRRRRRR!!!], I roared out with my muzzle wide in anguish, as the heavy paddle drove it's long sharp studs into my scales, piercing into them and sending a burning, throbbing, and unbareable pain through my tailbase and deep down. Another swing and \*WHAP!!!!\* made me hop and yelp out loud..I was bawling! THIS HURT!! I tensed up my claws and footclaws as my body burned at the swats, and I only simply cried out at the third upon my tail..it..it just ached to no end. My chest felt pained from my breathing, a haze and tiring in my mind...
"Now for your hips..", Miss Chester said aloud, re-aiming the heavy paddle as she herself breathed a little hard. Weilding dragon-paddles could be a task for an older human, but that just meant she had more skill to compensate...oww...I just sobbed hard and patheticly, til I nearly screamed out a sharp roar at the first spank to my right hip.
[OOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWW!!!], I cried out in pain, with the other paddle swat making it's mark on my left hip before I could even finish. I was reduced to nothing but bawling. No wimpers, just tears...m-my..t-t-taaaiill...
"I hope you will learn your lesson now Anne", Miss Chester said lightly, setting the heavy paddle down on her desk and letting my tail go. My claws nearly shot to my hips and tail, but she quickly clasped me by the shoulder and said sharply, "Don't you dare young lady. Claws at your sides". My claws had stopped dead, and I slowly moved them to my sides as I continued my bawling with my snout down...my tail ached and stung so bad..please, I just w-wanna rub it. "Go stand with the others while I tidy up, then it's right into your seat with you for that tail", she said, giving me a scoot like she did the others. I walked carefully over to the wall and down the line of sniffling kids with red and rosy rears, bare below the waist. I took my place beside Kayla, who's ears were a little drooped and she was still sniffling lightly, her clothes still at her ankles. My eyes stared at the wall but mostly remained closed as I cried my tail off...Kayla shifted her eyes to me, without turning her head, and she smiled a little, giving a slight flick of her right ear. I just tried to calm myself and relax..I knew what her body language meant. The two of us, and all the other penitatas, stood as told, obidiently staring at the wall for a minute or so longer before she called us back to our desks and allowed the students to pull their clothing up. I trotted back to my seat and stared at it with a frown, my eyes still teary and dripping occationally, and myself still sniffling and crying quietly. I slowly sat down and cringed with a wimper, squirming on the seat to get comfortable. My tail probbably looked nasty..it felt it. From there I had to try and sit comfortably, as did all the other students, as miss Chester got into her intoductory lessons. We couldn't fidget much without getting in trouble. A young boy, one of those who had groaned like I did, had squirmed a little too much and got his right hand slapped by one of our teacher's rulers, thrice. My claws have been swatted once already, I'm not having them sting any more then I've already had to deal with!
When the late morning rolled around, the class was walked down to the cafeteria at the time the fourth graders were supposed to go. My tail was still terribly sore, and so were many of my classes rears..and, as I won't forget, Ninne's tail. Her occational rub to it showed it was uncomfortable for her. Only difference between she and I, was that her tail couldn't be looked at, and that my tail was even worse. We all headed into the cafeteria doors and I went my way to the servery, getting myself a tray. I picked the table where Paula and Anthony were seated at already, and I still winced a little sitting down and getting settled in. [Hi you two], I smiled to them, popping a little container of milk open with my smooth scaled fingers...which were fortunately not sore anymore from the swatting this morning.
"Hey Anne", the human boy and Jalaxian girl said together, with trays of their own. "Welcome to another year of hell", Anthony smirked, before looking about to make sure no administrators heard his near-swear. Paula gave him a look, but it managed a bit of a Drakonian giggle from me.
[Miss Chester isn't all that bad, it could have been worse...at least I hope it could have been worse], I replied to that. I popped a chicken nugget in my snout and chewed it up in only three bites..our teeth are useful, no?
"Hey fellas!", came the cheery voice of Kayla, who slided her tush onto the cafeteria table's bench, tail hanging down. Her ears were at full perk and she was happy..guess she's not bothered by today anymore much. I wish I could focus on the good stuff like that. Ninne sat down on the other side of Kayla, leaving the fox next to me and Paula and Anthony on the other side. We all gave our little greetings, and naturally Ninne whips out a famous question around here.
"So, how is everyone's rears?", she asked with a hint of a joke, but mostly a curiosity to how everyone was faring from what I could tell. Yeesh, just look at my tail and tell me if it's sore or not.
[Very sore], I sighed a bit, fidgeting to prove it.
"Better, but not perfect", Anthony commented next with a nod.
"Hurts a bit..", Paula said quietly to that.
"Stings a bit but I think I'm okay", Kayla noddled, not smiling as much as before, looking a bit sympethetic. Ninne hummed.
"I still ache a bit too, but yeah, I would imagine you'd be hurting a little more then the rest of us Anne. Sorry about that this morning", Ninne said as she ate some.
"You know better Anne, c'mon", Kayla smiled and nudged me gently. She cared about me, and so did Ninne...now that is something I really appreciate. I should have known better, and I guess I just had to take what I had coming...oh jeez, what does that fox have me thinking now? I giggled out loud a little and smiled a bit a moment later.
[I guess], I looked to Kayla and said. The five of us just started talking about things, like class and miss Chester. Kayla and I spotted good ol' Ashley across the lunch room and she gave us a dirty look...go figure. Ninne just said she was a 'stupid girl' and we went about our business.
I sat on the bus with Paula once again as we trekked home. The day went well I guess, no one got punished after lunch, though my tail still hurts...and I bet it will hurt more when I get home. Ma'ma and dad will have my tail. [Hmm...], I hummed in my draconic way, looking out the window.
"No worries Anne. Just relax", Paula said immidiately. She can read experessions and body lanuage better then I can! I simply hopped off the subject and talked to her till my stop, where we said our goodbye. I stepped off the bus and began walking up our walkway with a slight sigh as I saw the door getting closer. I know what happens when I walk in, but that doesn't stop me from walking in..I just hope they're not too disappointed. I opened the door with my claw and walked in to find my mother on the sofa, who had apparently been waiting for me. She did however, give me a smile and patted her lap, so I trotted obidiently over.
[Hi mommy], I smiled back, giving her a hug.
[Hello Anne. I heard about today], she looked into my eyes and greeted, telling me she knew with a less upbeat tone. I sighed.
[I know..I'm sorry ma'ma], I looked down and pouted.
[That's not the kind of respect you should be showing your teacher, at any time little lady], mom scolded at me.
[Please don't punish me ma'ma, I'm sore..], I could only wimper. She shook her head softly at me.
[Get yourself into my lap dear, I'm going to chew your tail a bit. Your father will decide if he punishes you later as well. We're going to make sure this doesn't happen again, understand?], she said in her parental way. Stern, but somewhat soft. I whined in displeasure, but I did as told, settling myself into her lap and letting her pin my legs without struggle. I felt the ever familiar claw on my neck and the other stretch my tail, and I sighed..it's all I could do. I felt her teeth bite onto my tender tail and I whined and wimpered out panicly in pain..feeling her hot breath and saliva, but most of all, the sharp teeth the pressed against my scales and grinded them. I tried to squirm as I howled out and started to quickly cry. Only when I was near bawling again, with a fully restored ache in my tail and I was good and punished, did she stop her bites, chews, and grinds. She left me off her lap and stood me infront of her, holding my claws as I cried like the punished peni I was. [You don't want me to do that again, do you?], she looked at me and asked, keeping my claws held so I couldn't nurse my sore and stinging tailbase. I shook my head furiously and wimpered through my tears in reply. [You'd best behave as a penitatas should while in school then], she said with a nod, slowly letting my claws go, though I knew I still couldn't rub my tail...
[T-thank you ma'ma..], I sniffled and sobbed out, trying to be good. She smiled softly and got off the sofa.
[Go stand in the corner now dear. Remember, no rubbing your tail], she instructed me. I turned around and slowly trotted to the corner, standing with my snout against where the two walls meet where I just continued to cry and feel the ache of my tail. [Think about being respectful to your teacher so this won't happen again Anne. I'll let you out of the corner when your father get's home in twenty minutes. I think your punishment is over for now, but it's up to him...but I think he'll say you've had enough when he sees your tail. You get nano-lotion in the morning if you're a good girl all day], my mother said somewhat tenderly, before I heard her trot off to the kitchen. I sniffed and wimpered at the pain, but I did think. Though a penitatas, I have a home and a family...but it sure hurts to live here, literally. It's the life of a penitatas, but I should feel fortunate I guess. It could always be worse! |
nifty | Needy Traveler By Mark S.
One of my favorite fuck experiences is when I was driving from the Connecticut suburbs of NYC to Georgia. It was 1990, the summer before I started university, and still early enough in the day that it wasn't too hot. I haven't changed much in body since then. I'm 5'7" and a little husky at 160 pounds. I was firm from lots of hard work at the boarding school my parents had sent me to. I also picked up an interest in lifting weights, so had a real sturdy body. My mom is white and my dad is black, and since they are my birth parents, that makes me "mixed". I'm white, black, and something totally different from both of them.
Anyway, I can't remember what town I was in, but I'd already passed a few large truck stops. The kind I've not seen anywhere in the US but the northeast. They seemed pretty busy, lots of travelers and what not. I wasn't necessarily looking for sex, though by this time I'd learned that it could be found in tearooms. I was just enjoying new freedom on my first solo drive, and future university life. My luck would be that someone would thief my car right there at the truck and rest stop while I was in the john or something. I decided to keep driving. Finally I saw road signs advertising a mall just a few miles down the road.
I pulled off at the exit and navigated through a couple of intersections till I was in the parking lot. I took notice of the department store I was near so as to find my car later, and went inside. This mall wasn't anything to write home about as for design, but once I'd gone into the john of the Sears department store, things were a totally different story.
This place was what I now understand to be classic sex-friendly design. There was a long hall that led to the outer door of the men's room, then there was a second door just a few steps away. The distance gave guys time to "straighten up" if they were in any suspicious positions. When I got inside, there were four guys at the urinals, six urinals in all, and there were six stalls and all of them were full. The guys in the open were from high school age to probably around 45 years old. One guy, about 30, was a little chunky but not very overweight. He was ruggedly handsome and hairy arms and tufts peeking from the neck of his low-buttoned shirt. One of the guys looked like he was from India or something. He was way darker than me but had the straightest jet-black hair. It was cut short and he seemed like a college jock-type.
"Damn!" I thought to myself. I just knew that these guys had to have been doing stuff just minutes before I walked in. Call it instinct or just smelling the aroma of man-sex in the air. I walked up to one urinal and unzipped. I had to piss still so did my thing. But when the other guys didn't piss or finish before I did, my suspicions were confirmed that something else was up.
I flushed and stood there shaking my cock a little. The other guys were looking down at their own cocks too. I sensed that one guy was uncomfortable with me being there. Maybe he realized that I was part black or something. Anyway, he put his cock away, zipped up, and left - kind of sighing loud like, as he passed me then left the restroom.
We all just stood there for a bit, not looking at each other or making any noises. Then when two of the guys at the urinal started making quick glances at each other, I started looking around openly checking everybody out and stroking my cock to full hardness. There now was a guy standing by himself one urinal away from the other two guys whom were looking at and stroking the others' hard cock. One of those two guys bent over and started sucking his buddy slow at first then faster cock-head sucks.
I looked at the other guy who was now standing alone. He was around his late 20's and about my height but a little slimmer. He had clean dark wavy hair combed back in a short, neat ponytail. He also had big ears. He was clean-shaven and seemed real manly. When he kind of made a motion with his head for me to come closer, I did, stepping sideways like nothing was happening all but for a hard 8" cock was sticking out of my pants.
The guys in the stalls had been shuffling, bending over looking under the partitions. They realized that everything was clear to resume whatever they'd been doing before. One guy knelt on the floor and stuck his cock under the stall partition to another guy who knelt down on knees and elbows and started sucking. I craned my neck and noticed that it was two black guys.
"Hot damn! Got some cock-lovin' brothas hear." I mentally cheered. Meanwhile, my urinal partner and I began stroking each other's cock. He had about 7" and larger around than mine. It curved down and had a big meaty head and huge piss hole. It looked like a cock that had made at least a few guys happy - I liked it, I wanted it and not just to suck.
For about a year, I'd been poking myself with a few travel-sized spray bottles. They were about the size of two fingers stuck up there. I'd almost gotten fucked with a real cock two years earlier, during my sophomore year of high school. My parents, younger brother and sister had gone out of town for the weekend. I picked this guy up outside a bar (I was underage) but took him to my old junior high school even though I had our suburban house to myself. He was hot for me cause I, a strong young man wanted to get fucked. I was hot for him cause he was an even stronger, almost straight-like or so it seemed black guy and he didn't look bad either. I was so hot at almost having a guys cock in me that I came before the guy could get 2" of his 7"cock in my ass. After that, it hurt too much when he tried to continue.
So here I was, in this mall tearoom I'd never been to before, and thinking about getting some strangers' cock up my ass. I'm kind of surprised at the number of guys who settle for a mouth job over a butt hole. I don't pass up blowjobs, but I personally crave butt-sex and can go top or bottom.
Well, my hole was already lubeing itself and puckering up real hungry like. This guy had no idea what I wanted, all he saw was an big angry cock in front. He started to kneel down to suck me off, but I stopped him. He looked at me, confused and almost disappointed that I was probably one of those jack-off-only guys.
I made an attempt to explain. "No, I don't want that. I mean, thanks but I don't have a lot of time." Then added, "Do you fuck?" By this time I'm thinking, I hope this works out cause I might have to stop down the road a ways and hopefully there will be another mall or truck stop, where a guy will fuck my hole. Then I got to thinking even more, and was horny at the idea of fucking and/or getting fucked along the way as I traveled.
"Yea" he replied. His words had to echo in my mind for a second before my heart rate increased and my skin got real hot. I think my nostrils must have flared, my ears burned and my ass hole yawned open and shut at his reply. "Yea! He fucked!" I thought to myself, "O god, I'm gonna get this guys cock in my hole so help me! This boy here is finally going to get fucked!" Never mind that he might now want to fuck me. I didn't think about such things at that age.
"Would you fuck me?" I asked. We looked into each other's eyes as my hand glided up and down his log. We both wanted it. I don't know if he wanted it just cause he liked to fuck or cause he wanted to fuck a guy who was 'black', or close to it. I didn't care.
I knew nothing of the mall or the area around it. So I followed his suggestion that we leave and I was to follow him to his apartment which was less than a mile away. I reminded him that I was on the road and had to be going soon so couldn't stay too long afterward. I stopped at a pay phone once we left the tearoom and the guys who had moved from sucking to rimming, finger fucking and back. No one still hadn't gotten off and freed up a stall so his suggestion to leave was a good one.
The guy seemed okay. He told me his name was Loren, short for Lorenzo, but I made a quick phone call home to say where I was and that I'd just stopped to rest and would be on the road again. This way, if I became "missing", authorities could know
He lived in a mother-in-law setup behind someone else's house. We talked for a minute or two on his living room couch. Turns out he too was a graduate student, recently broke up with his girl after realizing that he really wanted to be with a guy. I told him I was going to be a university student and where I was headed.
"I sure wish you were a student here. We could have so much fun fucking each other. You are so hot, dude!" he said. My cock started turning into a boner, and instantly I felt that I had too many cloths on. I got down on the floor and said, "Come here" as I held his hand and pulled him on top of me. We looked into each other's eyes, his crotch pressed into mine and our faces met. This was the hottest sex I'd had since the guy I'd tried to take up me.
Our arms and legs were everywhere on each other, popping buttons and pulling off clothes. Naked except for our socks, we both went to his bedroom with ridged rods poking out from our crotches. Whoever said that gay sex was a sin, don't know what they're talking about unless they mean it's a sin for gay sex to be so fucking good.
We got on the bed and he reached over for some kind of jelly he had under his side of the bed. This was before we knew about safer sex, using condoms and water-soluble lubrication. He wiped out the Vaseline and I knew we were in business.
The thought in my mind was, "Oh god, I need this man." I told him about the guy I almost took, and travel-sized spray bottles. I was acting like some debutante slut or something, but I didn't care. My interracial male-hole was hungry. I just wanted to jack-off while he rammed me in the rear. I fuck ass so good now because I know how it's supposed to feel. I try to make the bottom guy feel like I want to feel when I'm getting screwed. The same goes for being a top. I keep learning knew things about using my hole to make a guy feel like he's totally engulfed. "Get up on your knees and elbows," he said. I did, my head resting on his bed pillows. He got behind me soon I felt his tongue on my opening. "Fuck!" I said, wriggling my butt around on his face. I could feel him breathing between my ass-cheeks. "Lick my hole dude! Oh damn. Yea, do it baby!" I was pushing my hole out and his tongue was poking in a little ways. "Get that fucking cock in me, please!" I pleaded.
I was in a hurry to get back out on the road. Mom and dad would wonder why I took such a long rest at one stop. Even more, couldn't stand another moment of not having had a real dick fucking my ass. I had to have it happen. Away with the travel-sized spray bottles, I needed real human penis, man!
My knees were spread wide as I knelt there on his bed. I'm sure my ass looked every bit as inviting as other guys' asses have to me when they're in that position. He jammed his tongue as far up my hole as he could one last time.
"Augh!" I groaned, as I pushed my butt back onto his mouth.
"Shit, baby, I could eat that sweet black boy pussy all day long, man. I love to eat ass," he said as he leaned forward and kissed my ass cheeks and on up my back. I shivered from the sensation of his touch. I wished that we did have all day, but we didn't. "Please, come on man. You gonna fuck me or not?" He dipped his fingers into the jelly and rubbed it up and down around my pucker. "Do you know how good your ass-hole feels on my fingers man? I love this shit, dude."
He finally poked a finger in me but this pace was going too slow. I wouldn't be back on the road for hours if he kept this up. I reached over and got a glob of jelly reached back and smeared it on his cock. It took a few coatings to grease up his large piece really good. I thought he'd jump on me after this and got down with both elbows on the bed. He was trying to put a second finger in me when I reached back again and grabbed his penis.
"You're an impatient bitch aren't you?" he said with a little laugh in his voice. "That's good cause I love male-whores. Can't ever get enough ass, really." "Well get in on this one now, okay?" I said a little harried. "I gotta go soon." "You're lucky you're not my boyfriend. Your ass would never have a break cause I'd be in it every chance I got. Damn, it's not fair man!"
While he was jabbering, he'd let his body follow my guiding hand and I quickly had the meaty head of his cylinder in my canal. I hurt like hell too, but if I was going to get fucked, I had to endure this little bit of pain. I decided it was better to endure the little discomfort than miss getting fucked. After the pain shot around my sphincter a second or two I just thought to keep going, if it hurt it'd hurt, but I'd finally have a guy put all his cock inside me.
"Wait a second baby", he said to me. God, I loved that - this masculine white boy wanted me for his 'baby', his manly pussy-boy, his 'girl'. He wanted my black body. Fuck racism and prejudice, he really wanted me - and I wanted him. I was panting and trying to figure out how this was done with such a size. "Push out on your ass hole, like you're taking a shit" he directed.
Of course! I knew this from the little spray-bottles, but maybe size does make a difference cause I just couldn't remember what to do at that moment I was getting pronged with the biggest thing my ass hole had seen in it's young life.
I was glad that he wasn't longer than 7" or I'd have given up, but soon, his tree-truck sized cock slid deeper and deeper inside. I went crazy with lust, shoving my whole body back and taking him to the hilt. "Augh, sweet god!" My hole and tunnel was opening and closing like I had to fart or shit, but was trying to hold it in. This made my guy go wild too.
"Hell, you've got a tight ass hole!" he said. "Suck that dick man! Suck it in your ass!" I did, involuntarily for a few minutes. When things calmed down and my rectum relaxed a little, he started pulling back. My ass just began closing down almost without my control.
"No, I'm not leaving ya baby" he cooed to my fuck-hole and me. "Just gotta get this party started up your twitching black man-cunt," he said while running his hands up and down my back and massaging the back of my neck.
I couldn't believe how his penis made my guts feel. This was no comparison to those pathetic bottles I'd been using. It was infinitely better! I reared back on my haunches, enjoying this new pleasure. I kind of miss the feel of bareback fucking, but it's just insane to try that these days. I'm just glad I had one such fuck to remember.
We kept this position up for about 10 minutes then shifted to me being on my side and him laying down behind me and lifting up one of my legs. This felt good to and I'd never done it this way while alone with my little toys. It was very comfortable. I rested my head on his pillows, arched my back and jammed my ass up onto his crotch. We banged like that for another 10 minutes or so, then he spun us both around so he was on his back and I was squatting over him. I really felt like a cunt then. He was just lying there enjoying the view and feel of me riding his big frank.
He was a talker, as I've learned that I am too, and we bother just talked each other's ear off for another 15 minutes. My attempt to quickly be on the road again had flown out the window. All I could think about was how long would he stay hard so I could ride him.
"Good 'girl'," he said, shaking my mind out of its pleasure daze. He was looking up at me as I'd been riding him, pulling on my cock, eyes closed and mouth open in an 'O' shape. I was breathing heavy out of my 'O'-shaped mouth too. I closed it as I looked down at him, into the eyes of a dude whose naked penis was up the throat of my anus. Smiled crept onto our faces. His eyes were glossed and sparkly with lust and he said, "You've got bedroom eyes, man. I could really stick with somebody like you."
I knew what he meant. I sometimes felt the same in spite of my lack of experience. He pulled me down to him and latched his mouth onto mine. I sucked his tongue into me, then switched, sticking my tongue down his throat. He started power-ramming up into the dark side of my chute like his cock hadn't been going to the right location all this time and he had to hurry and get it where it should be. He held my face to his with one arm around my neck, keeping me in the bent over position. His other arm was on my back trying to get a grip as to pull me even harder on to him. We both were getting close. I sensed that this was a race to the finish line and began pumping my pole for all I was worth.
I pulled my mouth away from his and went for his ear. "Screw that white jock-cock in my black-boy pussy," I whispered between licking and sucking his hearing orifice. Bang. "Ugh, ahhh yea!" Bang. "Oooh, that's good!" Bang, bang. "Feed your ass-breeder into a black boy's butthole where it belongs!" I was crazed with fuck lust. Soon he banged himself to the bottom of my ass guts on one frantic jam and held it deep inside. My ass was sucking again because of his ferocious thrusts and my jacking-off. I pulled my tongue out of his throat as I needed to get more air to breath and I guess he did too. Our mouths were open wide but our lips still connected. He was almost crying and breathing in wild deep gulps of air, me breathing some of his air and him breathing some of mine.
The next thing I know he got a grip on my shoulders and pushed me up so I was sitting on him. Still panting, he lifted his hips and pulled down on my shoulders. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" he cried. I yanked my legs up so my feet were flat on the bed and I was squatting with every inch of his meat in me.
"Augh! Oh god, I'm coming dude! Baby, I'm coming in your sweet black hole! Macho-bitch is taking good white-man cock, aint ya! Oh fuck, yea baby - my cock and cum belong in your male-vagina!"
It seems I just lunged over the cliff when he said that. I ground my nooky hole on his jerking, twitching piece and totally spewed hot juice all over his chest. He actually didn't start cuming till I did, but shot so hard into me, his seed was like burning lava as it splashed deep inside the throat of my rectum. Butt-sex was something I'd be looking for from now on. Top or bottom, I knew this for a fact.
We were fucked out, but I did have to get going. Loren, short for Lorenzo, and I have kept in touch ever since. He's got a husband now, but I'll always remember the fuck he gave this needy traveler. |
literotica | Title: Fox and Guests Pt. 04C
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Sarah Palin stood before the camera at Fox and Guests, she looked awesome as always, but she looked nervous. "Good morning ladies and gentlemen my name is Sarah Palin and what you are about to see was one of my many fantasies. This one more or less fell into my lap. Just to set the scene, the first part you will be seeing was recreated. After the real fantasy started, we had to go back and film the past that led to the fantasy so you could all see how it occurred off camera. Bristol, Willow and I were on a cross-country book tour last October for my new book, "Good Tidings, Great Joy!" We were on the last leg now in California. We just finished a stint on the Tonight Show with Jay Leno. We were rushing around the hotel rooms getting ready for Good Morning LA and we were running late, so without any more of my speaking here is the fantasy that fell into my lap and boy am I glad it did happen!"
The screen came alive and the Palin women were running around in the hotel room getting ready for the morning show. Bristol placed her hand on her bare hips; "Hey mom, after this morning show, how many more stops do we have till be head back to Wasilla? I'm so fucking horny I may just jump Willow and you tonight! Look at mom Willow, you can tell she's horny!"
Sarah was sitting on the bed smoothing her black thigh-hi stockings on her slim, shapely legs. She stopped and looked up at Bristol; "You cannot, but if you could, what's my tell?"
Bristol elbowed Willow on her naked large, full D sized tit; "She always wears her hair down when she's horny and when was the last time you saw her in thigh-hi stockings?"
"Mmmmm, I think you're right Bristol, I think the last time was my eighteenth birthday bash and she sure was horny and she really took care of that didn't she?"
Sarah stood up and let out a little giggle as she pulled her tight thigh-hi pencil skirt to just below her stocking tops. "Well Bristol, you are right, I am horny as hell, but with only stops in Frisco, Portland and Seattle, we'll be home soon enough and then I'll be jumping Track and Todd's bones, are you two going to join me?"
Willow let out a little degusted laugh; "Well in the words of an ex-Alaska governor used to say; "You Betcha!"
Bristol slapped Willow on her panty clad ass; "I'm in too, but we better get our asses in gear or we're going to be late!"
Sarah finished buttoning her cranberry satin blouse, covering her black lace bra and slipping into her matching black jacket turned to Bristol and Willow; "Leave it to Bristol, our human alarm clock, you both better get hurry!" She sat on the bed and slipping into a pair of strappy black high-heeled shoes, she once again slid her hands up her black stocking and tugging at the upper bands, stood and turned to Bristol and Willow.
They were both putting on their heels, Bristol was pulling her button-up soft cashmere beige sweater over her fitted jeans, her extremely long chocolate brown straight hair was hanging down, it was draped over her huge D sized tits.
Willow was putting the final two pins in her tight French twist, her even longer light brown hair left her sexy neck bare. She was wearing a thick bulky knit sweater, it was draped over a pleated black skirt, and it showed her legs off perfectly.
Both Willow and Bristol slipped into high heels and opened the door for the valet to take their bags down to the waiting limo. They piled in and Bristol turned to her mother; "Mom, Willow and I were thinking, after the morning show, we don't have to be in Frisco till morning. What do you think about renting a convertible, catching a light lunch in a diner I read about in Canoga Park and then shooting over to the PCH and headed along the coast?"
Sarah looked over at her excited daughters, they were great with her on the book tour and was eager to give them something back; "Sure, why not! Hop on your cell and reserve a convertible."
Bristol did that and after the morning show the limo driver dropped them off at the car rental agency and they headed north. They arrived in Canoga Park at the height of the lunch crowd and when they finally got a table and ordered, they had time to look around. That is when Willow spotted the large office building across the street from the diner they were in. The building had a large sign on it; "Wicked Films"; "Hey Bristol, look over there, isn't that the porn studio that made the parody on mom. I think they even made the mommy and me movie about you and mom isn't it?"
"Yeah they made the parody about mom, but Devil Films made the one about mom and me! Remember Nick Manning at your party, now that porn star could fuck!"
"Mmmmm I just loved Nick, but I'm partial to Lexington Steele, he has it all, a firm muscled body, a big cock and to top it off, he's black!"
Sarah stopped the two of them; "Not so loud you two someone may hear you! Oh my god look who just talked in!"
Bristol and Willow turned towards the door and they let out a gasp. Standing there waiting for a table were Sean Michaels and Lisa Ann, the female porn star who played their mother in the porn parody.
Bristol looked at her mother; "Well mom, Willow likes Lexington Steele, but just looking at Sean, I think he'd do, what do you think? Mom, mom did you hear me?"
"Oh yeah Bristol, Sean does look good, but believe it or not, I'm more interested in Lisa Ann, my god, I know she looked good in the videos your dad has, but seeing her in person, my god, she's captivating. Maybe if I stand up and wave to her, maybe I can get her to join us, what do you think?"
"What if you do, what then mom?"
She let out a nervous laugh; "I haven't thought that far ahead yet Bristol, I guess I'll wing it!" She stood and after catching her attention, she waved them over.
Lisa Ann had a startled look on her face, she leaned over and whispered something in Sean's ear, he smiled and they headed over to their table. Lisa and Sean stood before the seated daughters and the standing mother; "Well hello Mrs. Palin, I feel a little awkward here, you must know I did a sexual spoof about you several times, but I do admire you and even though I'm an actress in the adult film industry, I consider myself a conservative and love most of your views!"
"Well thank you Lisa Ann, believe it or not, although I'm a strong conservative I, along with my family, are very liberal when it comes to sex and your industry, we just try and keep that part of our personal life quiet. Come sit with us, we just ordered, you can add what you two would like to our order."
Sean and Lisa Ann took a seat, ordered and they began talking with the three Palin women like they were old friends and were surprised just how personable they were.
Willow spoke up; "Does Nick Manning still work here?"
Lisa Ann smiled wickedly at her; "Ah yeah he does, but he isn't around today. I believe he's on a shoot down the coast, why do you ask?"
"Well he was a special guest at my eighteenth birthday party couple of years ago; I was hoping to see him."
"I know he's really close with Tommy Gunn and he's here maybe he can tell you what he's up to today!"
Soon they were finishing their meal and after Sarah paid the bill, telling Lisa Ann she had an expense account while on the book tour, Lisa Ann stood and looked at the three women; "Would you ladies like to come and take a tour of our facility?"
The three women jumped at the chance and Sarah spoke up; "We'd love to, we don't have to be in San Francisco till morning, we have all day, right girls?"
Willow and Bristol agreed and soon the five of them were headed across the street to the large studio where the videos spoofing her family were made! The three Palin women were surprised how professional everyone was at the offices. Lisa Ann led them down several halls into the studios, all were sectioned off into specific sets, and some of them were very intriguing. They entered a large livingroom set and sitting there was Randy Spears, and Sarah sucked in her breath in surprise.
Randy had a huge smile on his face as Lisa Ann introduced Sarah to Randy; "Randy Spears, meet the real Sarah Palin! Sarah this is Randy Spears, he played Dave Letterman in the parody."
He took her hand; "It's a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Palin, although we did a spoof about you, I really admire you. I hope you don't hold that film against either of us!"
"No, not at all Randy, please call me Sarah! Todd and I watched that video countless times, it both made us laugh and also turned us on to no end. It's really an honor to meet you both. If either of you even knew half the fantasies I've had about both of you after watching that video, well!" Sarah blushed and turned to look at Bristol and Willow; "I saw the plaque of Nick on the wall, too bad he isn't here to show you two around!"
Just then Tommy Gunn and Lexington Steele came walking into the studio and when Lisa Ann saw them spoke up; "I thought the two of you had a shoot right after lunch, what happened?"
Tommy looked the three Palin women up and down and smiled; "My partner got caught drunk driving and it was delayed till they find a replacement. As for Lex here, he was surprised when his co-star, well how do I put this gently, well she started her time of the month, if you know what I mean."
Lisa Ann laughed out loud; "It's okay to say Tommy, she started her period. So Lex, what are you going to do?"
Lexington Steele, stood a good six foot eight and as black as coal, dressed in a large terrycloth robe; "I didn't want to fuck up my uniform, so I slipped out of it till they find a replacement, want to take her place Lisa Ann? I'd love to see you in a tiny flight attendant uniform!"
"Sorry Lex, I did my scene this morning and I'm done for the day. I told Randy I'd go over a couple of scenes with him, and no they are not sex scenes. What about you Tommy, what are you going to do?"
"No Lisa Ann, I'm not wearing a flight attendant uniform or work with Lex!"
Lisa Ann giggled like a school girl; "No I know that, I wanted to know what you're going to do about your scene, what was it by the way?"
"We were set up in the livingroom set, I'm playing a step-dad and my step-daughter comes home after school dressed in a Catholic School uniform, interested?"
Lisa Ann shook her head; "No I don't think so, I wouldn't be very convincing as a school girl, especially a Catholic school girl!"
Bristol whispered to Willow and they both started laughing. Lisa Ann looked over at them; "My, my young ladies, what's so funny?"
Willow was blushing and looked at Bristol who smiled back at her and nodded; "Well we were saying we could do them. We saw how interested mom is in spending sometimes with you and Mr. Spears. I wouldn't mind trying out the flight attendant part and Bristol, I know loves dressing up like a school girl!"
Sarah had her hands on her hips; "Are the two of you insane? Do you know what that would entail?"
Bristol stepped forward; "Sure mom, we'd be on a Wicked Film and we'd be fucking and sucking. Don't tell me you wouldn't want to spend the afternoon with Randy and Lisa Ann?"
"Well how about the trip up the PCH and San Francisco?"
Willow chuckled; "Fuck the PCH, we can head back to LA, turn in the car and take the redeye to Frisco tonight or early tomorrow morning. What do you think mom?"
Sarah looked at Lisa Ann and Randy; "I don't know Willow, what do you think Lisa Ann? Would Bristol and Willow be okay doing the scenes with Lex and Tommy?"
Lisa Ann stepped over to Sarah and whispered in her ear and Sarah broke out in a grin from ear to ear. Sarah stepped over to Lex and Tommy; "Tell me guys; would you like to do a scene with a Palin daughter, they are pretty good?" Turning to Randy she bushed up against him; "Would you like to try practicing a scene with Lisa Ann and me Randy?"
Lex and Tommy nodded and Randy pulled her to him and just before kissing her whispered; "Oh fuck yeah Sarah, let's go!" Taking her into his arms he covered her lips with his own. She groaned into his mouth and felt his cock already growing.
Pushing him away slightly she looked over at Lisa Ann; "Are you okay with this Lisa Ann?"
"Mmmmm yes Sarah, I would love to taste that pussy of yours, would you like to try mine?"
Sarah giggled; "YOU BETCHA! Okay what do Bristol and Willow need to do?"
Tommy took Bristol by the hand; "Follow me, both of you and we'll set you up with your costumes!" Turning back to Randy he gave him the thumbs up sign; "Have fun Randy, you lucky bastard! Nick told me what a great fuck all of the Palin women were, maybe after I'm done I'll come out and join you three!"
The four of them disappeared and Lisa Ann took the slender hand of Sarah's; "Come on, I think there's a bedroom set up down the hall!" The three of them headed down the hall and turning the corner came into a cubicle with a huge bed in powder blue satin sheets and dimmed lights.
Randy hit a couple of switches and the room was bathed in a soft glow, but bright enough for filming. He approached Sarah and she came into his arms. With his arms wrapped around Sarah, Lisa Ann came and took a seat on the bed beside the standing couple. Dressed in a flowing silky navy blue wrap-around dress, it fell from her full thighs and the plunging neckline barely contained her huge DD tits.
Randy backed Sarah up to the bed and she found her legs pressed against Lisa Ann's spread thighs. He slid his hands inside her unbuttoned jacket, sliding his hands up to her shoulders he slid the jacket off and she felt Lisa Ann tug it off her arms and off her body. She looked back at Lisa Ann and smiled down at her. She let out a gasp when she felt Lisa Ann's hands on her shoulders as she urged Sarah down to her knees.
Lisa Ann slid beside her and turning her head slightly, she planted her lips to Sarah's puffy lips. Her tongue wormed out and painted back and forth across Sarah's blood red lips. Urging them apart, she was met with Sarah's tongue at the entrance and they danced back and forth. Lisa Ann heard Randy's zipper being drawn downward and felt his pants fall against her exposed chest and settled around his feet. She worked her mouth deeper against Sarah's and she knew Randy was busy removing his pants and shirt. When she came up for air she followed Sarah's gaze and they both were staring at Randy's stiff cock. As far as porn stars are concerned, he wasn't overly endowed, but Lisa Ann definitely knew how to use what he did have. She also liked the size, she was able to deep throat it, unlike a number of the larger cocks in the business now.
Sarah reached out and gripped his cock in her soft dainty hand. She stroked it several times as she looked up at him with those dark brown eyes. She looked especially seductive with those sexy glasses on. A smile broke out and as her lips parted, she leaned forward and flicked it out back and forth, up and down the leaking head. She was nudged aside as Lisa Ann dipped below her and flicked her larger, wet tongue back and forth across his swollen balls. She sucked one ball into her mouth and when Sarah saw this, she opened her lips and enveloped the head of his cock. She let a large drool of saliva flow from her mouth and her hand caught it and began to pump his cock up and down faster. Her mouth followed as she took about half of his cock into her mouth and Lisa Ann met her mouth with her own.
Lisa Ann popped Randy's ball from her mouth and as her tongue flicked out against Sarah's stuffed mouth and his cock, she planted her fat lips against his exposed cock and vigorously suck it up and down, from his balls to Sarah's lips.
Randy was close to popping and wanted this fantasy of his to last as long as possible. His cock was dripping with the saliva of the two beautiful women. After a good ten minutes, he had to pull away or shoot off. He pulled away reluctantly and grabbed Sarah by the arms and drew her to her feet.
Sarah's legs were wobbly and plopped down on the plush bed. Her lips were swollen; her sexy dark brown hair was disheveled from being between Randy's thighs and Lisa Ann's hands. She reached up and swept the excess saliva from her lips and chin, looked up at the smiling face. She smiled back and tipped her head back as he lowered his lips to hers. While they were kissing and their tongues were flicking back and forth, she sucked in her breath as she felt his fingers begin to pluck the buttons open on her tight satin blouse. She helped by opening the buttons on her cuffs. She let out a tiny shiver when she felt the cool air on her heated flesh as the blouse was drawn off her shoulders and off her petite body.
Randy abandoned her mouth and attacked her bare flesh of her neck and shoulder. He was an expert and he was all over her upper body, feeling as if he had two or three mouths instead of just one. He had Sarah breathing heavy and was moaning as she felt his hands pull the strap of her bra from her shoulders. She let out a gasp when she felt the clasp being released and the bra slacken and fell from her full aching tits.
Sarah opened her eyes and gazed over Randy's shoulder, she watched Lisa Ann begin to disrobe. Her wrap-around dress parted and it fell from her lush body. Sarah sucked in her breath as she looked at the gorgeous body behind Randy. Her mammoth tits spilled out of her sexy black lace and gossamer bra. Gazing lower she saw her slight swell of her tummy and her pussy was covered by a tiny pair of panties that matched her bra and garter belt. Her shapely calves and lush thighs were encased in sheer black stockings. She watched Lisa Ann kick off her heels and when she reached back and popped open her bra, her huge tits nearly leaped from their confinement. Sarah's mouth watered just thinking about sucking on those luscious morsels. She let out a groan when she felt Randy urge her onto her back and suddenly Lisa Ann was on the bed beside Randy, both of them captured one of her own stiff nipples into their mouths.
Sarah arched her back, her dark brown hair was buried in the pillow, the top of her head was flat on the bed as she pushed as much of her tit flesh into the two porn-stars mouths. Her flat belly sucked in and with her hips off the mattress Randy took the opportunity to unzip her tight skirt and they both yanked it down her tight ass and off her body.
Dressed only in thigh-hi stockings and tiny panties, her body was wiggling all over the bed. She was strung tight and was already close to cumming.
Randy reached down and slipped his hand beneath her panties and found her soaking wet. His fingers entered her pussy easily and he slipped two fingers into her down to his palm. He felt her let out a gush of cream on his fingers and her nails dug into his shoulder as he heard her let out a loud moan as she came all over his fingers. As he withdrew his fingers, his hand drew her panties down and off her legs.
Before he could return Lisa Ann saw down between Sarah's squirming legs, her tongue was buried deep in her pussy and her lips covered her entire cunt and she began sucking lightly at first and as Lisa Ann stuffed her tongue deeper into Sarah's bubbly pussy, she sucked harder and harder.
Sarah started cumming harder than she had ever cum before, it felt like her entire cunt was being sucked out through her dripping hole. Sarah was screaming at the top of her lungs as she humped her spasming pussy against Lisa Ann's mouth, she collapsed exhausted and satisfied to the damp mattress.
Randy was stiff as he's ever been. He rolled Sarah over onto her belly and gripping her hips, drew her to her knees. Without giving her anytime to recover from Lisa Ann's mouth, he drove his cock, balls deep into her pussy.
Lisa Ann plastered her lush body over Sarah's. Lisa Ann's pussy was draped over Sarah's forehead and her head. Lisa Ann's huge tits crushed against Sarah's lower back. She began planting hot, wet kisses all over Sarah's tight ass. She spread her ass cheeks and sucked at her puckered hole. She watched Randy's cock drive over and over again in and out of Sarah's pussy. Unable to help herself Lisa Ann reached down and pulled his cock from her pussy and sucked on it. She cleaned all of Sarah's cum off his cock and inserted it back in her pussy and she went back to licking and tonguing Sarah's puckered asshole. She did this four or five times and the last time, she planted Randy's cock at the tight hole and Randy drove into her ass.
Sarah fell to the bed and Lisa Ann and Randy trapped her body to the mattress. She shook violently as she came once again and as she recovered she looked up and shoved a finger into Lisa Ann's asshole. As she captured Lisa Ann's clit, she sucked hard in it and she was rewarded with a swarm creamy stream of cum from her pussy.
Just then Randy pulled out of Sarah's gaping asshole and started cumming all over Lisa Ann's gorgeous face. Spurt after hot, creamy spurt covered her face. She opened her mouth and popped the cock that just came out of Sarah's ass into her mouth as he cleaned the remaining cum that oozed out of his cock.
Lisa Ann rolled off of Sarah and spun around and as Sarah looked up at the gorgeous face hovering over hers. She lowered her face and she groaned as Sarah licked the cum that dripped down her face. She covered Sarah's mouth with her own and they swapped Randy's cum back and forth until all was down their throats and in their bellies.
While this was going on Lex, Willow, Tommy and Bristol entered the wardrobe room where they sought out outfits for Willow and Bristol.
Willow picked up a short navy blue pencil skirt and matching waist length tapered jacket. She located a silky, very sheer, pearl white blouse. She found a sheer pair of dark blue thigh-hi stocking and a pair of dark blue fuck-me heels. She took all of this and a sexy multi-colored scarf into the changing room.
Bristol looked through the wardrobe; Tommy came up behind her with the perfect outfit. It was a super short red and blue plaid pleated wool skirt, a starched white cotton blouse, it too was short and when she put it up to her body, it barely covered her belly. Along with that he had a soft button up navy blue sweater, it had matching knee-hi cable knit socks and a pair of patent leather black shoes. He had a matching navy blue tie to top off the outfit. She smiled at him and whispered thank you, it's perfect. She picked up a plain pair of white cotton panties, making sure she got a pair a size or two smaller than she normally wears. She giggled as she looked over her shoulder; "Don't go anywhere Tommy; I'll be out in a couple!"
Lex got into his airline captain's uniform and Tommy was already in jeans and a tight white t-shirt. They both stopped dead in their tracks when both Willow and Bristol came out of the dressing room.
Willow still had her long light brown hair in a tight French twist. She looked impeccable, the flight attendant outfit looked both classy and sexy at the same time. Dressed all in dark blue, from her sexy heels, dark blue stockings and matching outfit. The tapered jacket showed off her trim waist, her shapely hips and bubble butt. The silky sheer blouse showed hints of her huge tits beneath it.
Their gaze went from Willow to the equally sexy and innocent looking Bristol. Her long silky dark brown hair was pulled back into two long pigtails. Her lips were coated with a dark red lip-gloss and from there it all got interesting and turned both men on to no end. Her plain white blouse and button-up navy blue sweater had to be two sizes too small. Her ample tits were like two high-beamed headlights and they couldn't pull their eyes away. Below that her very, very short pleated plaid skirt was also tight about her waist accenting her gorgeous ass. Her thighs were bare and below that her cable-knit navy blue socks were alluring and innocent looking at the same time.
Lexington Steele was the first to move; "Come on Willow, your aircraft is waiting!"
She took his arm and flashed a smile towards Bristol; "Here goes nothing Bristol, have fun, I know I sure will!"
They walked down a couple of halls and when they entered the large room, they were in the set of a tiny aircraft. It looked disappointing, but when she looked at the monitor and saw what the camera caught and she was surprised that it really worked.
Lex suddenly got into character and Willow saw the overhead cameras light-up, she immediately began to panic. Luckily Lex was professional enough to sense this and within seconds put her at ease; "Take a deep breath Willow and relax. We are the only ones in the room, all of the cameras are on remote sensors and the director is activating them as he deems necessary. We go at our own pace and whenever we fuck-up, we don't have to worry. That will all be taken care of in the editing room. He may come over the speaker once in a while and give his opinion of what to do, or move a certain way, other than that we're give carte blanche. Are you ready, did you have a chance to go over any of the dialogue?"
She nodded' "Yes Lex, I did. I was told it could wing it, as long as I get the main message across, I could speak what I thought was real to me; it would look more believable that way."
"Perfect Willow, well we might as well begin. I'll go into the cockpit and call you in and we can go from there, so here we go, break a leg Willow!"
The fake plane took-off and after getting to cruising altitude the captain buzzed the flight attendant service station and Willow answered; "Yes captain"
"Willow could you bring me and the co-pilot some coffee, one sugar with light cream and one black?"
"Right away captain, I'll bring a couple of snacks too!"
Willow got their coffee and snacks and paused thinking she didn't remember anything in the script about a co-pilot. Taking a deep breath she picked up the tray and approaching the cockpit door, she tapped on it and the camera switched to the cockpit showing the door from the inside. Lexington reached for the door opening it he flashed a smile as Willow entered the cockpit and closing it behind her she handed Lex his coffee. She turned to the co-pilot and sucked in her breath as she saw Sean Michaels flashing her a huge smile.
"Thank you; you're new on this flight aren't you?"
"Yes sir, I'm Willow, Willow Palin."
"No need for the sir crap Willow, I'm Sean, nice to meet you!"
"Will there be anything else? I need to get back for the beverage service to the passengers. I'll check back with you after the beverage cart is put away." She turned and wiggled her hips at the two pilots as she walked out of the cockpit.
Sean let out a sigh and turned to Lex; "She sure has a nice ass and gorgeous legs, I'd sure like to get into her cockpit, wouldn't you?"
Lex laughed out loud; "Sean, you'll never change will you, but I have to agree. I love those gorgeous full lips of hers, I'd love to see her staring up at me with those large brown eyes and that long hair, I'd love to unpin it and watch it tumble over my thighs while she bobs up and down on my cock!"
"Shit Lex, we better cool down, lucky we have the plane on auto-pilot or we'd be going down now!"
Lex laughed again; "Speaking of going down, I'm getting hard just thinking about Willow doing just that!"
Thirty minutes later Willow buzzed the cockpit and Sean answered it; "Yes?"
"Sean, this is Willow, are you two ready for a refill?"
"Sure are darling, a couple of sandwiches would be nice too!"
"Right away Sean, be there in a sec."
He opened the door when she tapped on the door and she placed the tray on the shelf behind them. She handed Sean his coffee and sandwich. She gave Lex his sandwich and when she handed him his coffee, she tripped on his briefcase beside his seat and stumbling forward, she spilled some of the coffee on his lap. Even though it wasn't much, she could tell it was going to stain and leave a visible spot. She hurried for a warm, wet paper towel and stooping over Lex, she began to rub the stain and she stopped, she was shocked as she felt his cock beneath his pants. It began to grow and stiffen. She slowed her movement and was now squeezing more than rubbing as she licked her lips and stared at the growing monster in his pants.
"Oh, oh Willow I think you're making it worse. You've woken him up and now you're going to have to calm him down!"
She looked up at him with those large brown eyes and smiled sheepishly; "Just how am I supposed to do that captain?"
"A sexy stewardess like you, I don't think you'll have a problem figuring that out, don't you agree Sean?"
"No doubt Lex, let's see if she can figure it out!"
Willow continued to rub his pants; she concentrated on his stiff cock. Licking her full red lips, she looked up at Lex; "Maybe of you took them off, I could hang them up and they could dry faster!"
"You'll have to help Willow, I am flying the plane!" Lex turned slightly towards her and watched as her hands popped open the tab on his pants and tugged down at the zipper. His pants parted and he arched his ass off the cockpit seat and Willow tugged at his pants. He wasn't wearing underwear and his stiff cock popped out and swayed in the sexually charged air of the plane's cockpit.
Willow turned to stand and hang up the pants, but Sean placed a hand on her shoulder and held her there; "I'll take those Willow, I think you have to take care of something else down there. You did agree to settle down what you woke, didn't you?"
She looked up at him with an innocent look on her face. She bit down on her bottom lip and nodded. She looked back at the stiff, thick piece of black meat swaying back and forth. A tiny drop of pre-cum oozed out of the head and she reached out and spread the pearly white cream around the coal black mushroomed head with her thumb. She slowly closed her fingers around the thick shaft and tightening her grip, she began stroking it slowly with long tight strokes. She slid her hand from base to head. She drew her hand away and seductively wet her palm by licking it up and down several times.
She gripped his cock again and began pumping it up and down and with each downward pump; her head drew closer and closer to the big black club.
Lex let out a groan as he now felt her hot breath on his cock. He thrust his hips upward and the leaking head brushed her hot, wet lips. His pre-cum painted her lips and he watched as her tongue slipped out and licked her lips clean.
Willow paused briefly and squeezed even harder and as slow as she could she drew her hand upward towards the swelling head. As she did this she drew a copious amount of pre-cum from his cock. It flowed over the crown and landed on her hand. Her head dipped lower and she caught the cum from her wrist. Her tongue slipped up and slowly ran around and around the fat head. She drew the string of cum from his cock into her mouth. Her lips parted even further and her lips enveloped the head and her lips were stretched wide to accommodate the fat piece of meat.
She looked up into his eyes and her full mouth spread a little as she tried to smile. Her eyes twinkled and she took an inch or two more into her hot oral cavity. Her tongue whipped around and around the thick black shaft and she allowed a hot thick stream of her saliva out and it drooled down his cock and covered his black nut sack.
Lex could no longer keep still. He dug his fingers in her thick light brown hair and fisted her locks. He pushed down and she willingly took two, three, four more inches of his stiff cock into her throat.
Willow suddenly pulled back allowing his entire cock to slip from her mouth. It was completely coated in her thick gooey throat mucus. She parted her lips and a thick stream flowed out covering his entire cock. She groaned loudly and dipping down sucked hard and drew a good amount of her saliva back into her mouth. Willow Immediately recaptured his cock and now began to bob up and down vigorously on his cock.
Lex threw his head back groaning loudly. He pulled her hands away and gripping her head he began to face fuck her and the obscene sounds coming from her mouth and throat were spurring Lex on even further. He pulled at her hair and it finally began to come undone and it began to tumble around her face. Her long silky hair swished back and forth across his strong black thighs and he lost it. Letting out a loud moan he pulled his cock out of her mouth and began shooting his cum all over her face. Shot after shot painted her face and it made him even harder. He couldn't remember the last time he was even stiffer after cumming.
Willow's tongue was trying to catch as much of his cum onto her fat tongue. Her forehead was dripping with cum and it coated her eyelashes and fell to her cheeks. She scooped up all she could and licked her fingers clean. She let out a shriek when she felt her skirt being pulled down and her panties followed soon afterwards. She felt a hot cock sliding back and forth around her cuntlips. A persistent pressure against her moist slit finally gave way and looking back she watched a naked Sean Michael's bury his cock into her steamy cunt.
All hell broke loose now in the cockpit. Willow pushed back against Sean's invading cock, while Lex worked on the straining buttons on her silky blouse. She continued to run her tongue up and down his cock while she held on for dear life.
Sean reached out and pulled the unbuttoned blouse from her shoulders and tossed it aside. He reached for her huge hanging tits, but Lex was already there. He was tugging at her huge nipples and puckered areoles. He let go of her tits and pulling her by her hair, he positioned her large melons around his cock.
Willow let out a squeal as she felt his cock bump into her chin with his stiff cock as he slid up and down between her massive tits. She arched her back when she felt Sean picking up the pace behind her and she was close to cumming. His balls were slapping against her clit and with each thrust, it brought her closer and closer to cumming.
Sean rubbed her clit from behind and getting his fingers nice and sticky, he slipped first one and then a second finger up her ass. He felt her pussy tighten and clamp down hard on his finger, he knew she was cumming and when she flooded her pussy with her cum and bathing his cock with her cum, he lost it too and started cumming deep in her pussy.
When Willow felt Sean shooting his potent cum in her pussy, she went directly into a second orgasm. She slammed her tight ass against him and rose up and down on Lex's cock. When she felt Sean slowly pull out of her spasming pussy, she released Lex's cock, she stood up and turning pushed Sean into his seat. She immediately took his cum coated cock into her mouth and she sucked up every last drop of the mixture of both of their orgasms.
She quickly brought him back to full mast and standing up slid back over to Lex and straddling his lap, she slowly slid her well-fucked pussy over his enormous black monster and took every inch of him onto her. She fed him her tits and he locked his large fat lips over her huge nipples, first one and then the other. She was going berserk as she bounced up and down, rotating her entire lower body forward and backwards as she rested on his thighs. She fucked like an experienced porn-star and with a little experience, she could be a superstar.
Sean completely stiff now, he stroked his cock as he watched Willow riding Lex's huge cock. His mouth watered as he focused on her gorgeous ass. His finger nearly broke off when she tensed earlier; he could just imagine how tight she'd feel when he shoved his cock in there.
Turning back to the instruments, making sure the plane was still on auto-pilot and sliding out from under the wheel, he slipped in behind Willow and as she slammed her lush body down harder and faster on Lex's huge cock, her hair whipped around and her huge tits bounced up and down. She let out an ear-piercing scream when Sean shoved forward and her puckered hole opened and trapped his cockhead in her tight spherical. He held her gorgeous ass cheeks apart and as she slowed her pounding on Lex as she tried to get accustomed to Sean's cock in her ass.
Lex swept her hair aside and locked his mouth on hers and as he fed her his cock and tongue, he could feel her tightening her pussy around his cock as she started cumming yet again.
Both black pilots pounded the young flight attendant relentlessly and she was so tight, sexy and slutty at the same time and she was so willing to fuck with abandonment.
Lex bit down on her lower lip and whispered; "Ready, are you ready Willow for me to fill you up?"
She grunted and all she could do was pant through her mouth and nod vigorously. She felt Lex explode in her pussy and she was close to cumming yet again, she was so weak she could hardly lean against him without falling over.
Sean felt her asshole tighten around his cock; he knew she was cumming again. He lost it too and filled her ass with his black sperm.
Willow fell against Lex and groaned loudly and shook violently as she felt both of her holes being loaded with black seed. She exploded again and nearly passed out. She felt Sean slowly slip out of her ass and she heard coming out of the speakers; "Cut, that was fucking amazing; we have a fucking hit and new star in our presence!"
Willow just laid against Lex until she regained she strength, after a few minutes, he picked her up like a feather and walked her out of the cockpit and out of the set to a large shower area. He held her as he turned on the water and the hot steamy water washed over the two of them!
In the other studio Tommy was sitting on the large sofa watching the television, the front door opened and Bristol came bouncing into the room and flopped down beside her step-father; "Hey Tommy what are you watching? Where's mommy, I have to tell her about the teacher who made a pass on me today!"
"What, what are you talking about Bristol, who was it? What is his name; I'll go over there and break his neck?"
"No, no it wasn't a male teacher Tommy, it was that witch Sister Francis!"
"Are you telling me Bristol that one of the nuns made a pass on you? What did she do, tell me?"
"Yeah Tommy, Sister Francis tried to kiss me and try and touch me down here!" She pointed to her pussy which was barely covered by her short pleated skirt. Her hand slid up and down her outstretched legs. She parted them slightly and slowly patted her white cotton panty clad pussy!"
"Oh my god Bristol, you shouldn't be doing that here in front of me!"
"But Tommy you asked me what she tried and I thought it would be easier to show you! I know mommy doesn't want me to say those things, especially in front of you and when she's not around, am I wrong?"
"No Bristol, you're right, but you have to remember I AM a man and not being your real father, I sometimes do think about you in ways I'm not supposed to, do you understand?"
She nodded and twirled her one long dark brown pigtail and pouted; "I know Tommy, I've seen you looking at me when you think I'm not aware, but I am. When I see you looking at me, I get all tingly down here!" She points to her pussy and her skirt rode up a little higher, her white panties now have a damp spot on them; "I see how your thing sticks out against your pants when you're looking at me!" She giggled and pointed at the lump in his pants; "Just like that Tommy!"
"Oh god Bristol, forgive me, I shouldn't be having thoughts like this about you, but you are so innocent looking and at the same time, you are so fucking hot looking!"
She sucked in her breath; "Oh Tommy, you said that horrible word, the sisters would wash our mouths out with soap if they heard us say that!"
He shook his head; "Yeah sure Bristol, they don't want you to say fuck, but one of their own want to touch your pussy and play with you, what do you think about that Bristol?"
She bit her lower lip and she pouted; "All this talking about fucking and about how Sister Francis tried to touch me, I'm beginning to wonder if I'm one of those who likes girls instead of men. I need to know Tommy!"
"What are you saying Bristol?"
"Would you, I mean could you?" She looked down and wringed her hands in her lap.
Tommy shook his head; "Bristol, your mother would kill me, she'd kill us both! I still don't know what you're asking of me! I need to hear it from your lips, even then I don't know if we can!"
She slowly raised her head from gazing at her hands; she had a glint in her eyes, one of innocent, also of seduction. A sly smile slowly appeared and she licked her full bright red lips and in a low whisper said; "I want, no I need you Tommy to show me how it is to be with a man. I need to know if I'm a lesbian or if I really like boys, like I think I do!"
"Ohhhhhhhh Bristol, you're driving me mad! You know you could be bi-sexual, you could like both men and women!"
She giggled; "That would be interesting, but I still need to know if I really like men. I'm asking you to show me how it is to be with a man!"
He let out a long breath of air; "That was it Bristol, that was what I needed to hear. Come over here and let me kiss you sweetie!"
She threw her leg over his and straddled his legs. Leaning forward she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and parting her lips, she planted her lips hard against Tommy's.
He pushed her away slightly and shook his head from side to side; "No, no Bristol, this isn't a race, you need to take it slow. Now part your lips slightly and lean forward and let me do the kissing and you need to just feel the kiss!" He placed his lips to hers and the kiss was so light at first, Bristol barely felt it. He pressed a little harder and his tongue slipped out and ran around the pouty lips and he heard Bristol let out a gasp and a tiny moan escaped her throat.
Bristol wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck and her fingers combed through his short hard hair. Her lips parted even more and she accepted his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on his tongue as his tongue dipped into her mouth. Her tongue flicked back and forth and her kissing experience began to show, even though she was supposed to act like a novice.
Tommy at this point didn't care she was kissing him back with the experience of someone older than an eighteen year old schoolgirl. For the next several minutes their kisses grew heavier and more passionately. His hands were moving all over her lush body. He pulled at her pigtails, raked his hands up and down her back and down to her tight bubble butt. His hands slid under her pleated skirt and squeezed her gorgeous ass cheeks. Leaving them, he stroked her ample thighs and he felt her part them even further and urged his to slip his hands between them and pet her neglected pussy.
Tommy's hands slipped between their pressed bodies and one by one began to pluck the buttons on her sweater. Getting them open he cupped her large, incredibly firm tits through her starched white blouse. He kissed her deeper when he realized she was braless and her large stiff nipples were nearly burning holes in his palms. The urgency to play with them without any restraints, he gripped her blouse in both hands and pulling hard, the buttons on her blouse went flying and the blouse gave way and he nearly ripped it from her body. Tearing his mouth from hers, he leaned her back and began to maul those two luscious orbs of flesh.
Bristol let out a yelp and a giggle, it quickly turned to a deep moan and groan as he sucked on one huge nipple, while his other hand twisted and pulled at her other nipple. Bristol arched her back; she pushed her large full tits against his mouth and hand.
Tommy moved to the other and sucked on that one while he played with the first one. Back and forth, back and forth he went. He had them completely covered in his spit as he couldn't get enough of these two luscious breasts. He startled her when he stood up and placed her gently on the sofa. He looked down at her; her one leg was on the sofa while the other was hanging off, her foot planted firmly on the floor. Without taking his eyes off of her, he began to strip and before long he was completely naked.
Bristol's eyes were darting all over his body, from his washboard stomach to his thick muscled legs; she loved his very deep tan. Her eyes locked in on his above average sized cock, it wasn't the largest she ever had, especially after Willow's birthday party where she had some monstrous cocks, she knew Tommy's would be more than adequate to satisfy her pussy and get her off for this shoot. She reached out to Tommy and crooked her finger at him and she smiled when he approached her.
Tommy offered her his cock and she rose up slightly and began to lick up and down his deeply tanned cock and before long had it covered in her wetness. She stroked his cock with one hand as she targeted his swollen nuts. She sucked at his balls and her tongue flicked out and her tongue pushed them back and forth and she giggled when she heard him let out a groan. She twisted around on the sofa and hung her head off the seat cushion and looking up at him whispered; "Come on Tommy, fuck my face, shove that gorgeous cock of yours I my mouth and fuck it!"
Tommy didn't need to be asked twice. He knelt on the floor and grabbing the back of her head, he shoved forward and she opened her mouth willingly. He shoved it in and it went it deep. His cock hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly, but refused to move away.
Bristol relaxed her throat and took a deep breath and flattened her tongue and allowed him to go into her throat. Her mouth, tongue and throat made some obscene sounds, a cross between slurping and gurgling, it was a whacka, whacka, whacka sound. The best female porn stars make that sound while being throat fucked and Bristol, either mimicked it, or made that sound just from being throated fucked. Her eyes were watering and tears were rolling up her forehead and into her hair. Her drool was thick and streamed up her cheeks and forehead and also into her hair.
Tommy watched in amazement as this amateur was rivaling any experienced porn star he worked with and he could not keep his eyes off her incredible mouth and those luscious tits as they rolled and swayed on her chest. Her huge areoules and stiff nipples were a deep pink and bright red and his mouth watered just hoping to suck on them at least one more time.
Grabbing her pigtails he pulled her head upward toward his body with each thrust he sent, driving his cock as deep as her mouth and throat would accept. He felt his balls slapping against her forehead and nose and he felt as if he was going to cum. He pulled his cock form her mouth and he was dripping with her saliva. He'd had hundreds of blowjobs, but none where his cock was so drenched in saliva before.
He gripped her by the arms and pulled her back onto the sofa, she reclined on the cushions and using the back of her hand she swiped the spit covering her lips and chin. She let out a little scream and wiggled her hips when she propped herself up on her elbows and watched Tommy yank down her plaid skirt. Tossing it aside he grabbed her tiny, tight cotton panties and literally tore them from her lush body. He gripped one shapely leg and threw it up on the top of the back of the sofa. He planted her other foot on the floor. She was basically spread open wide-eagled and his hands resting on her knees, they slowly slid upward and inched closer and closer to her dripping cunt. Leaning forward he took a deep breath, inhaling her exotic scent. Closer and closer he came to her cunt and Bristol felt his breath on her pussy before his lips came in contact with it.
Bristol let out a whimper and then a loud guttural moan deep in her chest as his tongue parted her thick fat cuntlips. He wiggled his tongue and he sank deeper and deeper into her pussy and when she felt his tongue take a deep swipe upward and make contact with her clit. She clutched his head, digging her nails into his scalp; she fell to the sofa and with a long expelling of air, came like she never came before. It was just the beginning, over the next five to ten minutes Tommy concentrated on her pussy, asshole and especially her clit. Bristol came so many times and with such intensity she nearly passed out several times. Unable to take any more she used what little strength she had left and gripping him by the shoulders, pushed and got him far enough away from her pussy where she was able to close her thighs to give her some time to recuperate.
Tommy's face was a mess, his nose, lips, chin and neck was covered in her juices and he moved up to her and she willingly kissed and licked her own cum from his face. After a minute or so Tommy drew her to a sitting position and she weakly wrapped her arms around his neck. He stood up and she wrapped her still weak legs around his waist and he walked down the hall to the bedroom.
Tommy leaned down and planted Bristol on the bed; he followed her and hovering over her, slowly slipped his stiff cock into her weeping pussy. He held it there with just the head in. He caught Bristol's gaze and he smiled; "Bristol I want you to close your eyes and just concentrate on your pussy. I want you to feel me sliding into you. I don't want you to push, pull or tense up, I just want you to feel me entering your body and savor the sensation of me entering you and exiting you, are you ready?"
She licked her lips and her legs were spread wide waiting for him to slide deeper into her. She slowly nodded and whispered; "Oh yesssss Tommy, slide it in now!" She closed her eyes and arched her head on the pillow as Tommy slowly entered her.
Inch by inch he slid his cock into her. He went painstakingly slow and he felt her shutter as he slipped the last inch into her. His balls rested against her tight ass cheeks and holding it there he ground his pelvis against her and he heard her groan as he applied greater contact to her erect clit. Doing it a couple more times, he listened to her suck in her breath and started to cum.
Bristol's pussy tightened around his cock involuntarily and bathed his cock with her creamy female fluids. As her pussy relaxed she felt him begin to slide back out of her. Bristol rolled her head from side to side as she felt him re-enter her and did it just as slow as before. He didn't hold it there as long and now began a steady in and out motion and Bristol finally opened her eyes and stared up at the smiling face of Tommy.
"So tell me Bristol, did you enjoy that?" He didn't wait for an answer as he leaned in and covered her mouth with his own. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth to duel with hers, his cock slipped in and out of her faster, deeper and harder. The whole bed began to shake and move as his thrusts made the entire bed move.
Bristol tightened her legs around Tommy's back and her arms wrapped around his shoulders and neck. She crushed her lips against his and bit down slightly on his lower lip. Her tongue was flicking all around his lips and as she tangled with his, she sucked on his tongue and nibbled at it. Tommy's hands seemed to be everywhere at once. She felt them on her neck, her shoulders, sliding along her lush body, cupping her gorgeous ass and sliding up and down her legs that were wrapped around his body. When he cupped her tits and squeezed and rolled and tugged at her nipples, her cunt tightened yet again and creamed all over his cock again.
Tommy rolled onto his back and took Bristol with him. He had her hovering above him now and gripping her tight ass cheeks; he began guiding her tight, sloppy cunt up and down his stiff pole. He let go and she continued on her own. He began mauling her tits and drawing her down to his face, he sucked on one and then the other tit. He slid his hands up and pulled the pigtail holders from her gorgeous dark brown hair. It tumbled about her body and the thick silky waterfall of hair covered her upper body, face and slid back and forth across his upper body and face.
Bristol was nearing yet another orgasm and she pumped up and down faster and faster. She tensed up as she let go another copious amount of cream all over his cock. She fell against his sweat covered body, her huge tits crushed against his well-muscled chest.
When she did this, her ass rose up and this allowed Tommy the space and leverage to begin pumping up and down into her receptive pussy. Tommy clutched at her neck and kissed her passionately as he pounded her body relentlessly. He was close to cumming and tearing his mouth from hers he gasped out; "Oh fuck me Bristol, I'm going to cum, where do you want it?"
She scrambled off his body and slid down his body. She fisted his cock and pumped his cock up and down as fast as she could; "My face, my face, I want it all over my face and tits! Oh please Tommy cover me with your hot cum!" She continued to pump his cock and took him into her mouth and sucked her own juices from his cock. Her hand played with her clit and just as he began shooting his cum all over her face and tits, she exploded yet again. She licked and sucked at his cock as he continued shooting his cum all over her face. She shook all over as the intense orgasm wracked her lush body and felt completely satisfied as she came and made Tommy too at nearly the exact same time.
Totally spent, she fell to the bed beside Tommy and she licked her fingers clean and scooped up what he deposited on her tits and neck and licked them clean too.
They both heard the overhead speakers come to live, 'That's a wrap, cut and print!"
A few minutes later Sarah, Lisa Ann and Randy came into the room. Sarah smiled at her daughter; "I was watching on the monitors Bristol, you were fantastic. I just hope Willow's performance was half as good as yours Bristol!"
Just then Lex and Willow entered the room, her hair was still wet from the shower and Lex overhearing Sarah replied; "You Sarah Palin have two superstar porn stars on your hands and from what Randy told me, you make it a perfect threesome!"
Lisa Ann laughed; "Don't get her started Lex, she's excellent in threesomes, I can attest to that!"
Lex looked at the three Palin ladies; "I'd love to find out myself just how great you are in a threesome or moresome Sarah!"
"Oh Lex, you have no idea how temping that is, but we need to hit the road soon, we need to be in San Francisco by morning for the morning show there. I definitely will take a rain check, as for a threesome, I'd love to take Willow's place and have a threesome with you and Sean!"
"It's a date Sarah, maybe we can even put it on tape and make a fortune along with some hot steamy sex!"
"We'll see Lex, we'll see. Come on Willow, Bristol, get dressed and we have to head back to L.A. for the shuttle to Frisco!"
The screen went to black and Sarah Palin was standing in the studio; "The three of us hope you enjoyed our fantasy. If you check at your local adult book store, our videos should be out soon. As for Lex and Sean, with our book tour complete, I have them coming up to Wasilla for a visit soon, maybe we'll put that on tape and Fox and Guests will allow yet another one of my fantasies to be aired."
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FSE | Title: Under the Moonlight of a Buckeye Tree by Zorha
Tags: Forcedshifting, Gay, Horror, M/F, Rape, Realistic, Semi-Incest, Transformation, Violence, Werewolf
Some stories are planned out. Others just happen, and wont let you rest until you finish them. This was one of the latter. Please note that tag that says: 'Horror'. Furs looking for a quick yiff would be well advised to to move on. I don't write M/F stories for just such a reason ...
**Under the Moonlight of a Buckeye Tree** **2006 by Eldyran**
As the May storm blows through the open window, rufflin' the curtains with the Minnesota night's air, the light of the full moon peaks through the gaps in the blinds and bathes ma bedroom in shades of off white and dull black.
I think of her.
The fresh smell of rain and wet pine needles clings to the humid, thick air, the pure scent just one of many reasons why I won't go back. The roar of the fallin' rain outside merges with Amy Lee's vocals, drownin' out the light snores from ma boyfriend Nathan. He lays asleep next to me, the warmth of his naked body next to mine does little to keep away the chill that now runs through me, down to ma bones. He says that the only way he can stay sleepin' is to have Evanescence continuously play on our stereo throughout the entire night.
I think ma nightmares are givin' him fits.
We had ourselves another fight today. About bringin' his little Shetland from back at his folk's place to stay here with us. I don't care how cute he says the mutt is. It still has a muzzle. I stare at the red numbers of our alarm clock sittin' over yonder there on the nightstand. 10:30. Half the night is gone, and I still can't fall asleep for the life of me. Docs say it's because of the horse pills I'm on. 'Em fancy city doctors can't tell the difference between their ass and a hole in the ground, at least thats what my Pa used to say.
A couple of flashes flicker through the open blinds, and a peal of thunder rumbles through the night a few moments later. I love the thunderstorms here in Minnesota, that, and all the woods 'round these parts. Sometimes I tell maself that's why I moved up here. Other times I tell maself it's cause I needed a real nice education like ma Pa said he always wanted me to get.
I did it to run from her.
Like ma Pa's Pa, and his Pa before that.
I look at the calender of state parks we have hangin' on the wall. It's the 11th of May, 2006. I close ma eyes and clutch the sheets. Exactly ten years ago this very night I finally saw her for what she really was. I reckon I better tell Nathan about it sometime, but I doubt he'll believe me. Same reason I suppose I never told nobody else. There isn't a moment that goes by that I don't think of her. I pull the sheets closer and try not to do just that. But I can't.
I still cant figure out for the life of me how sumthin like that could look like a girl. Like the time when I first saw her ...
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Even though I was a senior in high school back then, Pa made me take the bus. Said it was easier on gas that way. All the rest of ma friends had their own cars, and drove to school. But then again I reckon they had folks that could afford the gas. Now don't go thinkin' I'm complain' about it, makin' such a fuss and all, cause aside from the fact that I rode the same bus as all the younguns from junior high, I didn't really mind it all that much. Gave me plenty of time to read.
We'll, as much as the bus would allow. See our school had pretty much the shittiest excuses for buses this side of the Ohio river. I figure they musta replaced the shocks on our school's buses with slinkys or sumthin' from the way the bus frame rattled. I reckon it didn't help that our back roads had potholes so large you could drop an entire cement block into, and not even notice a difference.
So between from the hollerin' of all the youngins, and the jar of the rock hard, duct taped seat under ma ass, I'm surprised I even saw her. I remember takin' a moment to rest ma eyes, the words on the page kept blurin' from all the shakin' the bus was doin', and when I looked up, there she sat, plain as day. She sat in the seat across and two rows back from me, lookin' away into the window, her pale hands folded into her lap. She looked like she was thinkin' about sumthin', and at the time didn't pay that much bother to ma gawkin'. Now normally I wouldn't have gave her a second look, on account of me not bein' inclined in that direction, even back then, but for some reason sumthin' about her seemed out of place. I suddenly felt chilled, even over the blast of the heater under ma seat.
Her hair was thick, and had this odd shade of brown twinged with a hint of red. Her eyes were a cornfield green, with thick lashes and brow. Her skin was smooth and pale, her cheekbones set high. Aside from my small nose, which I got from ma Ma, and her side of the Buchanann family up in Wisconsin, we could have been kin.
She wore a secondhand OSU short sleeve shirt, now aged gray instead of white, and an off white, bare thread skirt with a real ugly floral design dyed into it, both prolly picked up at the local Goodwill. Her scuffed up sneakers were untyed, and her right sole was comin' unglued. Two half broken metal hair clips held back her her long reddish hair, in a ponytail, and it spilled over her shoulders like one of the little waterfalls of ma secret spot I used to have up in the hills by ma house.
Now shitty clothes ain't what you call a rarity back in Scioto county, cause ever since the steel mill in New Boston shut down twenty years ago, and put a lot of decent folk out of work, good payin' jobs have been few and far between. Now for some reason, and I ain't sure why, but those clothes didn't look right on her. Like she was tryin' too hard to fit in or sumthin'. Maybe I could picture her wearin' sumthin from the Sears catalog ma Ma used to browse through, or even one of those fancy dresses I read about in *War of the Worlds*, but not this. After cockin' ma head and adjustin' the taped up glasses on the brim of ma nose, it suddenly hit me.
It wasn't just her clothes.
It was her skin.
Not her actual skin mind you, but whatever it was coverin' the real her up. Lookin' at her for longer than a few seconds sent the creeps up my spine, like I was seein' sumthin' I had no business seein' in the first place. I got the same feelin' readin' about the aliens who hijacked human bodies in *The Puppet Masters*, which I finished just two months prior. Ma Ma used to say, before the cancer took her two years ago, that readin' all that far fetched Sci-Fi nonsense would put things into your head that weren't worth two shit licks. But then again, I'm here, tellin you ma story, which by all rights, I wouldn't be doin' if I hadden been keen to her from the get go. I'd be Gawd knows where doin' Gawd knows what, with ma own false skin.
I don't like to think about it much.
I musta been gawkin' a lot longer then I thought, 'cause she turned and looked at me. I kinda froze, like when a rabbit sees a fox seein' him. I thought maybe if I just stayed still, she'd ignore me and move on. When she didn't, I planted ma nose back to *Red Planet* and tried to read some more. After a few seconds, I felt like I was the one bein' watched. I tried to be all coy by lookin' up at the hellions makin' a real ruckus in the seats next to her.
Her green eyes still bore into me, like a auger borin' out fencepost holes in hard packed dirt. Ma Pa rents those out by the way. Real cheap, and right out of New Boston. Yes-sir-ree. Wagner Rental and Supply. I guess everyone knows ma kin around those parts. Maybe thats how she found me in the first place.
I'll never forget the smile on her face when I looked up, like I had been caught givin' her the eyes. I always hated that about girls. You stare at 'em for longer than two seconds and they start to get funny ideas in their head like you got some funny ideas rollin' around inside your own head. It's down right criminal. Truth is I did stare at girls a lot back then, but in all honesty, I was still tryin' to figure out what all the guys had been tryin' to make such a fuss over since fourth grade. I started to wonder if this was the funny feelin' I was supposed to get when ma Pa told me I'd meet the girl I was supposed to be with forever and ever.
If so, then I didn't want to be anywhere near her a second longer.
Ma stomach began to churn, and goosebumps prickled up both of ma arms. For a second, I thought I was about to break eye contact first, but thankfully she turned away first, starin' back at the window next to her. Before I went back to ma own business, I noticed her half grin. She certainly seemed smug about sumthin, like she knew sumthin I didn't. She musta gotten off at the next stop, 'cuase the next time I looked up, she was gone. Too bad the nasty feelin' at the bottom of ma stomach didn't follow with her. I did notice a real funny thing though. After she left the bus wasn't near as cold ...
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I had almost forgotten her three weeks later, until she walked past my locker after school let out one fine April day. Ma arms were full of civics books, folders, and trapper keepers, all goslin' around to see what could fit first into ma poor excuse for a locker, when suddenly a chill ran up ma spine. I had to crank ma head, but I caught her out of the corner of ma eye, walkin' past with a couple books of her own, that same half smile on her face. Before I could see what clever disguise she could come up with this time, sumthin shoved the books in ma hands down, and they tumbled out of my grasp to the hallway floor.
"Hey Fagner, what you gawkin' at? You like the skirt shes wearin', you cocksucker?"
Most of the students had already left by then, so the bedlam of the last bell was pretty much done with, so that just left two kinds: The stragglers, and those who had to stay after school. I didn't have a whole lot of friends, so I wasn't as quite in a rush to stow ma stuff and get the hell bent outta school to begin with, so I usually waited for others to get done with their lockers before attemptin' to get into mine.
That just left the trouble makers to deal with.
I looked up just in time to get a shoulder pad to the face, and the back of ma head smacked against the locker door. Ma hand flew to the back of ma skull, and ma eyes teared up from the pain. I didn't have to see who was hazin' me, I recognized 'em from their voices.
"Awwwhh did we make the little queer wanna cry? You goin' to cry now for us?" The second voice jeered on, and I opened my eyes to number 23 and 13 respectively. Boggs and Sparks were first string on our varsity football squad, and prolly on their way to practice. They punched each other's jersey's, mockin' me, whistin' right in ma face. Ma fists bawled up, but they both knew I wasn't goin' to start nothin'. If the teachers and the principal weren't goin' to stand up for me, why should I?
What I still don't get to this day is why I got so much shit back then for sumthin' I hadden even done. See ma Baptist Preacher had done his job pretty well I figure, fillin' ma head with brimstone and the Lord's wrath, so I told maself that if I kept a handle on these feelin's I got around other boys, then I wouldn't have to wind up in Hell with child molesters and pagans. Had I known what I do now, I wouldn't have kissed that one boy on the play ground durin' fourth grade recess, at least in front of ma peers, who saw fit to remind me every day since then. Another thing I never got, if people like Boggs and Sparks didn't want me to be gay, why they kept remindin' me that I was every chance they got.
"Come on guys, grow up, will yah?" The two turned around to my friend Allison, who had just shut her own locker on the other side of the hallway, shoulderin' her book bag.
"What are you his fag hag now or what?" Boggs chimed in, but Sparks took his helmet and hit him in his chest guard.
"Hey man, were goin' to be late ... come on ... or Davis is goin' to have us run laps again ..." Boggs shrugged before givin' me the finger.
"Later loser ..."
After they left, jeers still echoin' down the empty hallway, I bent down and started gatherin' ma things, shovin' 'em into my open locker. Allison came over and leaned against the row of lockers above ma head, peerin' down at me.
"Hey you okay, Red?"
"Yeah" I said, still flushed and red, eyes full of angry tears. Red was what she had been callin' me since elementary school, on account of ma hair.
"Hey, you going to prom in two weeks?" Despite growin' up in bum fuck hicks ville, Allison was one of the few I grew up with who seemed immune to the Southern Appalachian drawl. She had real smarts too, and managed to get through Bowling Green quite alright. Last I heard, she had gotten married to a nice guy up in Dayton.
"Nah," I said, standin' up and wipin' the rest of the tears from ma eyes, "What would I wanna go for?"
"Oh I don't know ... just for the hell of it?" Allison said, lookin' down at her feet, which was now scuffin' up the janitor's fresh wax job. Thats when I caught the girl from the bus out of the corner of ma eye again, millin' about just down the hall.
"Hey Alli?"
"Yes?"
"Who is that girl over yonder, by the fountain?" I asked, noddin' in her direction.
"You mean your sister?" Alli said, gigglin'. Apparently she too noticed the odd similarity in our looks.
"Screw off, I'm serious ..." I said, punchin' her in the arm.
"Her? I hear she's new. Outta state prolly. I think her name is Elisha. She sorta gives everyone the creeps ..." Allison said while closin' ma locker door for me. "Why you thinking of asking her to the prom?" I gave her a funny look in return.
"Helllll nooo .... she gives me the willies ... I just asked 'cause I think she's been followin' me around ..."
"Oh come on Red," She said as she rolled her amber eyes at me, "Why would she want to stalk you?"
"I dunno, but I guess your right. Maybe it's ma mind runnin' amuck on me."
"Hey you need a ride home? I think your late for your bus ..."
"Nah thats okay, I'm goin' to hoof it. I think the fresh air might do me a world of good."
"Okay ... hey you wanna get together after school tomorrow and help each other out on our Civic's essays for next week?"
"Sure ..." I grabbed ma backpack off the floor as she smiled at me and turned to leave. When I looked back to the fountain, the mystery girl was gone.
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A few hours later I reached the hillsides where I spent half ma days, and some nights. Despite the rain earlier that day, the sky had cleared up quite a bit, and aside from a few remainin' storm clouds on the horizon, a gentle breeze blew through the treetops. A couple of standin' puddles of fresh rainwater filled the divets besides the railroad tracks that I followed through the backwoods all the way home, and I kicked a few errant granite stones into 'em, the sound of the splash carried far in the relative silence.
The sun had taken on this real purty orange glow, and was set on castin' real long shadows along the ground. The cicada's were out this year again, and their chorus rose and fell in sequence through the oak and walnut treetops. I scuttled just off into the woods, found a nice place to sit and read on a boulder, and pulled out a beat up copy of *Starship Troopers*.
I tended to do that a lot back then. It was hella lot better than sittin' at home listenin' to ma folks argue about how they were goin' to pay the next grocery bill, or the Def Leppard that blared through ma older brother's door. Just me and the wind whistlin' through the trees really. I guess thats all I needed back then.
I musta been there readin' for an hour or so, 'cause the next time I looked up, the sun wasn't nuthin more than a fiery semi circle in the west. I ear leafed the page I was on and closed ma eyes, about ready to get up and hustle it back to ma house for supper. The cicadas really kicked up for a moment, and I let the chorus wash over me, the dank smell of wet earth fillin' ma nostrils.
Thats when I suddenly got real cold inside.
My eyes snapped open, and thats when I realized the cicadas had gone dead silent. I turned ma head, real nice and slow, to the heart of the darkenin' woods behind me. Lookin' back on it, I shouda ran. It wasn't like I wasn't nuthin but a sissy anyway. I felt like a rabbit again, frozen to the spot.
And the fox was standin' right behind me.
I realize now she wasn't a fox. She was a wolf. A fox will play with it's prey alright, where a wolf will just stalk and kill. At least this time she wore sumthin more fittin' for herself. Any other girl would look downright silly walkin' through the back woods of Appalachia in a green silk dress that flowed all the way down to her ankles, but for some reason it fit her just right. Her bare feet sank into the moist earth, her toenails real long and sharp. She clutched a wild red rose between two hands, the nails on 'em just as long, and just as sharp. Her smile was predatory; the cruel canines glinted in the dyin' rays of the settin' sun. I swear there for a moment, her eyes weren't green anymore, more liken a stomach churnin' bright yellow, but that musta been a trick of the settin' sun in 'em or sumthin.
In all honesty I was scared sumthin fierce, but my head wasn't near as fuzzy as it was on the bus. I think that that was on account that she was lettin' more of her true self show now that it was just us two. I turned around real slow like, the rabbit not wantin' to make any moves that the wolf might not like.
"This ... is for yew ..." she said, smilin' all nice and coy, and she extended her rose to me. Ma peers were right. She was definitely from out of state. My best guess was clear out of the good U.S. of A even. When I didn't reach the few feet to take her gift, she looked almost heart broken there for a moment. I felt suddenly bad, despite the chill in ma heart.
"Don't you want it?" Her accent dropped for the time bein', but it still sounded like she wanted to say 'vaunt' instead of 'want'. Ma hand reached out, treblin' like a leaf in the wind, and took her rose. I felt so stupid sittin' there, on the boulder, not sayin' nothin' to this strange girl.
"Where did you get this?"I said, sniffin' the flower. I never knew we had 'em growin' wild 'round these parts.
"I found it by scent," she said, takin' another step towards me, "Just like I found you ..." Now I'm not the smartest guy to come from ma family line, but I had common sense to know this girl was two bushels short of a full harvest. I decided to go along with her game for now, and take ma leave of her when the time was right and social to.
"You been followin' me?" I asked, hands shakin' even more. I dropped ma book back into my backpack, and the thorns on the stem of the rose broke the skin of ma clumsy hand in the process. Without askin' she reached out and took it in hers, and licked the drops of blood clean, real gentle like.
This girl had gone from creepy to loony in two shakes of a coon dog's tail.
And yet ma heart stopped as I felt her rough tongue on ma hand, the sensation thrillin', the act lovin' and sincere. Ma mind swam with a whole buncha conflin' feelins, and I had to pull ma hand back out of her tight grasp. She looked at me with her deep, now green eyes, so upset that I had gone and hurt her feelins now, but I wasn't about to take any chances. I stepped up from ma seat and took a couple of steps backwards.
"Elisha ... look ... thank you kindly for the rose but .."
"Elsa."
"Cry your pardon?"
"My name ... it is Elsa."
"Is that what they call you where you come from?" I asked, although not entirely interested in knowin' anythin' more 'bout her. She nodded, then cocked her head.
"Do you love family?" At this point I'd talk ma way out of anythin', all that I was concerned with was puttin' a few more precious feet between me and this girl thin' as soon as possible. The notion of her bein' an alien skinwalker seemed more and more appealin' to me with every passin' minute.
"Of course. Kin is everythin' to me ..." She smiled real bright at that, canines falshin', as if I said sumthin that she wanted to hear.
"Tell me of them?"
"What do you want to know?" I asked, takin' another step back.
"Have they ... always lived here?" She asked, matchin' ma step.
"Wagners? Yessum ... been here for three generations at least. Dunno after that. Ma great grandpapy kinda stepped out of the back hills of West Virgina one day at a gas station, askin' for food and work. He musta been only ten at the time, and he never told ma grandpa anythin' about his family. He was probably runnin' from 'em for some reason.
"Do you know that the blood of the Vagner clan runs through your veins?" She said more than asked, her eyes turnin' real steely, like she was testin' me.
"If thats when they called 'em Wagners back then I guess so," I backpedaled, and tried to take a nice, slow step backwards, "Ma Pa said they prolly fled Germany before the first world war, came across the Atlantic over here and hid in the Appalachians."
"Do you ... know what they were hiding ... from?" She asked, leanin' forward, as if about to pounce, her canines pressin' tight against her bottom lip.
"I have a pretty good guess ..." I said, our identical green eyes locked on each other. Yessum, we both knew the jig was up. This rabbit bolted.
Now I'd be lair if I didn't say I was scared for ma life, and I ran like the devil himself was hellbent on takin' me, ma sneakered feet poundin' away at the forest floor like they were tryin' to beat a path to china. Branches slashed ma face, and briar's threatened to trip me down, but I somehow managed to keep ma footin'. I ditched ma book bag and rose without thinkin' twice about it, ma arms pumpin' by ma side like some Olympic track runner.
How the girl kept pace with me in her bare feet I'll never know, but I felt her hot breath on the nape of ma neck, bearin' down on me. I heard her body crash through the forest a few feet behind me, but she huffed like some animal, hawt on ma heels. I ran down a hillside, ma arms cuppin' the trunks of maples for balance. The downslope evened out, and without warnin', the bank of the Little Scioto river was on me. I didn't even bother changin' direction.
Lucky for me the river was overflowin' from all the April run off, or I'd have been up shits creek by then. In the summer, the Little Scioto is about four feet of water at its deepest, and about four feet of mud at the bottom. That wasn't in ma mind at the time though, and as the water swallowed me, cloggin ma ears, I could of swore I heard a snarl behind me. When I surfaced, I swam frantically to the other bank, and dared to look behind me, huffin' and sputterin' like nobody's business.
She was gone.
I have no idea why she didn't follow me into the runnin' water. Maybe she couldn't swim. Or cross it. But that be givin' into old folk tales and superstition, and I'm starter than that. Despite that, I started to keep in mind where the nearest body of runnin' water was at all times. I sure would have like some the next time we crossed paths, which unfortunately, was a lot sooner than I would have liked.
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I didn't see her in school at all in the weeks followin' our little meetin' in the woods, and no one seemed to talk about her, like they had forgotten about her entirely. I didnt care to ask either, havin' this awful notion in ma head that if I said her name out loud, she might suddenly appear out of thin air. She had been doin enough dispearin' into it to piss off the late, great Houdini, and I think honestly I was just thankful that she was gone.
Yessiree, life had pretty much returned to normal by the time our prom rolled around on the 10th of May. I swore to maself I wasn't goin' to go, but Alli called me at the last moment askin' real nice if I wanted to go stag with her. A few hours later we watched as our classmates twirled about the dance floor in the darkened gymnasium, and drank our punch in relative silence. A banner strung from the cement wall proclaimed: "We've Got Tonight" and "Portsmouth East Class of 1996".
Alli wasn't sayin' much to me, and I was feelin' might uncomfortable. I couldn't afford a real tux, so the only thin' I had real nice to wear was ma Sunday best, reserved for Baptist revivals and such. For goin' stag, Alli was sure done up real nice, her hair all pulled up and purty like, her dress flowin' down her body like a real gentle part of the Ohio river. She asked me to dance once or twice, but I made some lame excuse about pullin' a muscle to two runnin' hell bent through the woods. It seemed like she gettin' more annoyed with me as the night crawled on.
"Why didn't you ask some guy out at Minford to go with you to prom tonight?" She suddenly turned to me and blurted out.
"Whatcha talkin' about Alli?" I said, voice breakin', fumblin' with the punch in ma hand. I guess she had pretty well figured thing's out the year prior when she noticed we were both starin' at the fourth period trig's teacher's ass.
"Red, there's a guy out at Minford, real nice, and just like ..."
"Gawd dammit Alli! I'm not a queer!" I set ma punch down and stormed outta that gymnasium, ma classmates gawkin' at me as I left. I don't think I was able to accept it back then, lookin' back on it. I was in a graduatin' class of less than fifty people, and as luck would have it, I think I was the only gay boy in the whole bunch. It wasnt sumthin' you were open to bein' about neither, as you could find yourself takin' a tire iron to the face one night, and the cops 'round these parts would just kinda shrug and laugh.
It didn't take me long to put a lot of distance between me and the prom, 'course bein' all worked up and all, I didn't really have ma head on straight, or I wouldn't have taken the tracks the back way home. One of the first things to strike folks from out of state is the fog that hangs around the hilltops here. For one, it's always here, maybe not as much in the summer, but you go walkin' about late at night and early enough in the mornin', sure enough it's like your walkin' around in a massive cloud.
But the cloud doesn't move, and it tries to get under your skin. Real creepy like.
It's so dense normally that you couldn't see two spits length in front of you, and it reeks of decay and old, overturned earth. The Appalachian's are the oldest mountains in North America, since from before the time of the great dinosaurs, and I guess sumthin that old can't help but get a little funk to it. Aside from the crunch of the granite rocks of the rail bed under ma dress shoes, and the call of the crickets and bullfrogs, it was pretty quiet in the forest. I guess I was lucky there was a full moon out that night, or else I suppose I coulda tripped in the darkness and snapped ma neck on a broken rail tie.
I walked on home, ma hands in ma pockets, still upset over what happened at the prom. I reckon I was so caught up in ma own thoughts I didn't hear the bullfrogs and crickets go dead silent. I thought the chill that bit into me was from the fog, which tried to steal the breath from your lips if you gave it half a chance. The only warnin' I got was the snap of a twig off to the woods of ma right, and she was on me.
I didn't even have time to look up at the noise before this thing came barrelin' out of the forest. I expected it to snarl, bellow, sumthin. All I heard was thump thump thump of the thing's feet hittin' the soft earth, and I was knocked off ma feet, this massive weight on top of me. The way I landed on of the rails I musta cracked ma ribs hard, 'cause the wind got knocked outa me purty good. I didn't even have time to scream before the thing sank its fang's into ma arm, and I gave out a holler, pain flarin' in the grip of the thing's razor sharp teeth.
I kicked at it, but the thing was all muscle, and I doubt it barely felt it. I grappled with the snarlin', growlin' thing, ma hands full of its soft fur for a second or two, but before I could get a good look at it, it jumped off and bounded away, back into the mists of the forest. I clutched ma arm, the jagged part of the bite bleedin' out like a broken radiator hose in ma Pa's pickup. I lurched to ma feet and ran hell bent all the way back home, as fast as ma wobbly legs could take me.
I tried to explain to ma folks what happened, but they seemed more upset about the the mess I made out of ma Sunday best, now all torn, dirty, and just a bit bloody. I guess the thing didn't nearly bite me as hard as I thought, cause when ma folks looked, there wasn't much on ma arm but a couple red scratches. I did have a couple nice lumps and bruises though, so ma folks just assumed a couple of drunk guys jumped me on the way back home and beat on me a bit. Happens sometimes 'round these parts, especially to real 'sensitive' boys like me. I didn't sleep real good that night, on account of all the weird dreams that I kept havin' throughout the night. I guess thats when the whole business with ma nightmares started.
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Ma Ma tried to get me up the next day, but she could 'rouse me to save her life. I musta slept most of the day though, cause when I finally woke up it was about sunset. Ma whole body was athrobbin' and givin' me fits, and I started to wonder if that thing that bit me had sumthin. I tried to do some chores around ma house, but I kept losin' focus, starin' for long minutes out to the woods behind ma house. The chorus of the cicada's seemed to whisper to me, callin' me. It wasn't long after the sun set that I started gettin' this real funny feelin' all over, like my skin was tryin' to crawl off right ma bones. I didn't want ma folks makin' a fuss, cause they downright hated takin' me to the doctors, so I crept off as night fell.
I wasn't aware really of where I was headin', but I knew somewhere inside I had to hide. Somewhere dark, somewhere safe. Ma eyes itched somethin' fierce and I took 'em off for a moment, leanin' real heavy on a tree, the moon peekin' right over the hillsides to the east, right through some light clouds. When I opened ma eyes, things weren't near as fuzzy as they were before. The bones of ma face kept smartin', like the entire varsity squad had lined up and taken a cheap shot right on the bridge of ma nose.
I guess she musta been waitin' for me.
She walked out of a little stand of trees and shrubs, and it seemed like out of nowhere, naked as a jailbird. I was pretty thankful it was night, 'cause I don't think I coulda stomached the full sight of her the way ma stomach was heavin'. I tried not to stare, but in all honesty, her shape was so alien to me all it needed was to sprout a tentacle or two. I couldn't think straight, the scent of her flooded ma nostrils, and what was worse, she started smellin' more and more appealin to me with each passin' second. I tried not to gawk at her supple breasts, which looked as white as fresh snow in the moonlight, instead I stared in horror at her bloody hands.
Holdin' a dead rabbit.
I fell to ma knees, pukin' up the fried chicken ma Ma cooked for supper a few hours ago. She came closer and dropped the carcass by ma head, the thud of it hittin' the ground next to me brought up a few dry heaves.
"This is for yew ..." she said, amber eyes hopeful. When I looked up, holdin' my stomach, shakin' all over, she smiled down at me. "It's vhat mates do for each other ..."
"What ... whacha talkin about ... get away!" I said, tryin' to scramble away from her on ma hands and knees, my limbs feelin' like so much jello, the muscles jerkin', twistin' 'round me. My insides felt like there were turnin' inside out, and I didn't crawl very fast, each movement takin all ma will. She strolled after me, her pace careful; deliberate.
"I saw you vith that other female last night." She said, her voice startin' to get all rough like. "I wont let anyvone come between us ...' I guess now I finally figured out that I wasn't the rabbit after all. It was far worse than that.
She had come to lay claim to me.
"Groo awraayyy!" I growled out, ma voice no longer mine. I kept crawlin' despite the feelin' like the earth itself was one big roller coster, like the ones they had up at King's Island. My hands, changin' before ma eyes, clawed at the muddy earth. I kept tellin' myself through ma horror that this wasn't happenin'. When I looked back, the girl was gone.
But what was hulkin' over me wasn't human, it's shape distorted; fuzzy in the silver rays of the moon.
*Stop fighting it*. All that came out of the thing was a real low, threatin' growl, but I heard her voice in ma head, almost as if she was whisperin' straight into ma mind. *It will start to feel good, I promise ...*. Now that was a bull faced lie if I had ever heard one, as the pain went straight down to the bone. She was right about one thing. sumthin started to course through me, almost like the feelin' I got when I stole peeks in the shower room after gym class. Ma gasps came in ragged pants, almost like I was close to beathin' maself right out of air.
"Rhat do ro wraaant from rrrre?" I tried wailin' out, ma longer jaw no longer able to form words.
*To take you back home, back were we both belong. The dark woods of Austria. Back to our clan.* She flipped me over on ma back, where ma shirt was splittin' wide open, but I could feel the wet grass under it through all the fur. I slashed at her with claws I didn't even know I had till then, rakin' 'em across the center of her chest, right between the furry clefts of her breasts. The rips in her flesh sealed up almost instantly, leavin' only the dark black smear of blood in the fur there. She growled low in her throat and tore into me, the white hot flare of pain archin' across ma chest like lightnin'. I knew then she was stronger than me, older, more experienced.
*You can't hurt me. And I can't hurt you*. Sure enough the pain that ripped across ma chest eased, left almost instantly, the flesh mendin' itself right quick. She keeled and pressed down into me, against ma shredded jeans, pinnin' ma paws with hers. *I marked you last night. Your mine now. And mine alone. Forever. And ever.*
She arched into me, and I felt maself slip inside deep of her. I thrashed about, tried to throw her off me. She snarled, and all I could see was a muzzle snappin' within inches of ma own, or at least what my mind would let me see, the fangs ivory white in the moonlight, spittle flyin' from 'em.
"Rooo Rooo Rooo Rooo" was all I could say as her body worked it's way into a steady, primal rhythm, more than likely older than the Appalachians 'emselves. As she rode me, pushed me into the soft, moist ground with each thrust, my mind kinda floated away. My eyes fixed 'emslves on the moonlight shinin' down through the branches of the buckeye tree above us, and all I could feel now was the rock of our bodies; a couple of buckeye nuts diggin' hard into ma back.
You think of the strangest things at the strangest times. All I could think about was the buckeye nut while my mind went elsewhere. It got its name cause I guess looks like the brown and black of a deer's eye, but I guess I never cared much 'bout that. You cant eat 'em, as even a taste of 'em is so bitter your gut instinct is to spit 'em back out. I reckon thats a good thing there, on account of 'em bein' poisonous and all. Sure saved quite a few not so bright kids like maself some major grief I'm sure.
I don't remember a whole lot after that. Mostly just starin' up at the white, prefect moon past her fur covered ears, maybe her howlin' out once or twice. I guess that why the moon aways reminds me of her.
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I'm not sure how long I was out there, naked, roamin' about the woods before the search party found me, rantin' about things that made no sense to anybody but maself. My folks convinced 'emselves it as just more hazin', and once I got out of the shrink ward, they put me on a train and sent me up to the wilds of Minnesota. Seemed 'em doctors said I had a real time adjustin' to enclosed spaces, and the nightmares I kept havin'. They fixed me up with some pills that helped when the moon got real bright and full, and I guess I'm real grateful for that.
I tried gettin' an education while I was up here, but between ma grammar, which is so shitty it draws flies, and 'em fancy numbers I was told I had to learn, I learned right quick I just didn't have the smarts for it. My head had a lot of problems with actual numbers to begin with, let alone 'imaginary' ones. Last time I checked, 'i' was a letter anyway.
Ma freshman year I ended up givin' a guy some real nice head in his car after homecomin', but his girl wasn't too keen about that when she found out. She started followin' me around, and I guess I had all about I could take of that from Elsa. I dropped out soon after and went to work in a steel factory, sweatin' to beat sweet Jesus. Soon after I met Nathan, and I guess I couldn't have hooked up with a nicer guy. I still don't want nothin' to do with his Shetland though.
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Ma eyes shoot open, and I'm back in ma room starin at the clock. 2:12 am. I reckon I musta dozed off or sumthin. Most of the rain has eased up, now just light drizzle outside, and Amy Lee continues to call out like a siren in the room.
*Darling, theres no sense in running* *You know I will find you*
But sumthin is wrong. I'm cold. Very cold. I realize that Nathan isn't snorin' any more. I roll over on the bed, and reach for him. Ma hand comes back wet.
"No ... oh Gawd no ... no ..." Ma hand looks like a black smudge in the glow of the full moon that still shines through ma open window, the blinds flutterin' gently in the breeze. He's not there.
*Everything is perfect now* *We can live forever*
Instead in the ripped, bloody sheets, I see a single wild red rose, and a decapitated rabbit. More gifts.
"Gno Gno Rno Ro Ro ..." was all I could manage to sputter out, ma cords already changin' on me, tears fillin my yellowin' eyes. And there, on the bloody, shredded pillow ...
*You can't abandon me* *You belong to me ...*
... a single ... lone ... buckeye ...
**\~ Fin \~** |
nifty | Adrian smiled when he answered "it felt good that's why". And he returned to shoveling forks full of pancakes into his mouth. He was extra hungry that morning.
"But that's fag stuff" Eddie his buddy said as he stared at the boy.
Adrian was like alot of others in the service. He had a boyish face, the short haircut emphasized his youth. He wore a te shirt and jeans with the military black shoes.
"you know that's a giveaway" Eddie warned him as they dressed for the weekend in town.
Adrian shrugged. He had other shoes but decided to wear the polished black ones.
"Did you hear me?" Eddie pressed for a response.
"I heard you but a blow job is a blow job" Adrian said not responding to the Eddies use of the word "fag".
They had been buddies since basic training. And fate kept them together through advanced training and even assigned them to the same unit afterwards. At times they were bunk mates when crowded conditions required or on bivouc.
Adrian didn't seem to mind haveing Eddie pressed close to him in the tent they shared. Neither did Eddie. Beneath his long johns his erect cock revealed his attraction, but nothing happened that would let Adrian know about it.
They had gone on weekends together before to neary by amusement parks, tourist sites and bars as well. They had gotten into small fights, bent over puking their overindulgences and staggered back to a motel or the base together.
Each had stripped the other as they stumbled into the shower to recover a degree of sobriety.
And during some of their weekends, one or the other had disappeared reporting only that some chick had taken off before they could score.
In fact, Eddie had discovered health clubs where young guys esepcially military found anonymity in the darkness of the hallways and rooms with others. His fears of discovery were ignored as long held fantasies became experiences.
Adrian too had found bars where older men would buy him liquer and service him in some motel room.
But neither let the other one know of their adventures, until that weekend.
They were partially drunk and walking down the street when Adrian was approached by a civilian man. His haircut and age identified him as such. "Fifty dollars" he whispered. Adran told Eddie to wait for him and walked into a stairwell s some basement entrance.
It was dark, but Eddie could see the man kneeling in front of his friend. He looked away but just long enough to make sure nobody was watching. Then he peered back feelign his crotch expand as Adrian writhed in pleasure.
"Shit man, fifty bucks" Adrian said, "that's the most, " he stopped short of fineshing the sentence. "come on I'll buy us breakfast"
"So what you're saying is that anyone can get sucked off by anybody?" Eddie asked wishing he could ask the question he wanted to but dared not.
"shit yea. it's all about getting off. as long as they do it nice, no teeth, take their time, it's cool"
"but for money?" Eddie asked envious.
"whatever" Adrian said smiling as he cut into this breakfast steak "Can't afford this any other way".
"anybody on base do it?" Eddie asked.
Adrina smiled "dont' ask don't tell. I'm kidding man take my advice dont' take chances on base" He was serious.
Eddie looked down "Hell I'm not gonna - "
"Ever got a bj?" Adrian asked.
"Uh yea sure, you know girls in school" Eddie bragged unconvincingly while he remembered the older men who gave him twenty dollars at a bathroom near the beach one summer long ago.
"What about yoru buddies, you know just fooling around and stuff" Adrian asked. His blue grey eyes captivated Eddie.
"Uh I guess" Eddie wanted to be careful just in case opportunity was approaching.
"How about you?" Adrian stared and Eddie couldn't help but be transfixed for an instant.
"me what?" Eddie stammered.
"want a blow job?" Adrian smiled but he wasn't kidding.
"i guess, but not some guy, some stranger, I just couldn't" Eddie wasn't sure what to say.
"come on" Adrian said grabbing the check and moving from the booth.
They paid the bill and went to the room they had gotten for their weekend.
Adrian stripped down to his military boxers. It was earlier then normal for them to go to bed, but Eddie stripped down too thinking perhaps Adrian was tired or just wanted to go to the beach early.
The lights were turned out and they lay on their beds.
"ok buddy just relax" Adrian said quietly. Eddie didn't know what to say. Then he felt Adrian's fingers pulling his penis out of his fly.
"hey man no" Eddie said but the feeling of Adrian's wet lips on his cock made it immediately hard as a tree trunk. "shit" he sighed.
"the only rule is you do me next" Adrian said and then returned to giving Eddie the sensations that made him uncontrollably squirm, convulse, tense and explode.
"Shit man" Eddies hands rested on Adrian's head and bare shoulder. He had seen Adrian naked in his head, he had seen his buddy on his knees sucking, he had seen Adrian's hard dick waving at him. And now int he darkness, he didn't know what to say let alone thing.
Then he felt the cock rub against his lips. Despite the darkness he saw Adrian's naked body stradling him on his knees. Eddie's hands moved up the bare thighs and his fingers moved into the thick patch of pubic hair.
His lips parted letting Adrian's cock slide inside and begin to fuck his mouth and hit the back of his throat.
It was only fair that he suck the man who had just sucked him. Eddie relished the experience wishing the lights could be on and they could touch, feel, kiss, finger, fuck as well as suck. After tonight he feared they would be friends no longer. But he couldn't stop, he wouldn't stop. He swallowed the flow to have Adrian deep inside him.
"Nice" Adrian said as he lay on top of Eddie.
"Feel good?" Eddie hissed.
"Shit yea, you did good. Did you like mine?" Adrian asked.
Eddie put his arms around the bare torso of his buddy. "Shit yea" he said and sighed. And they fell asleep.
Eddie found he had nothing to fear, as he and Adrian stayed buddies. And they didn't stop with blowjobs to help each other.
In time they did everything that two buddies could do to and for each other.
"So you got a girl friend?" The man asked who had joined the two soldiers at the bar one night.
"Naw" Adrian replied "We're fuck buddies" he said nonchalantly. The man smiled knowingly. Eddie blushed.
"you guys gay?" the man asked.
"Not sure it just feels so good" Adrian replied and turned his head to kiss Eddie on the cheek.
"Yea it feels good" Eddie said. |
FSE | Title: Brief encounter by Strega
Tags: Feral, Human, M/F, Rape, Tiger, Vore (soft)
An old story I've touched up while thinking about writing a new chapter.
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**Brief Encounter**
Jenny looked at the tiger through the bars and daydreamed.
Mike was off buying ice-cream for the two of them; he'd grumbled good-naturedly about the prices here at the zoo, but off he'd gone anyway. He'd be back soon. In the meantime....
In the meantime she admired the tiger. He was a great block of a beast, almost rectangular from the side, his muscles standing out under the fur, legs like columns. He sat back just behind the bars, and watched her in return.
She had always liked tigers. Lions were nice, too, with their manes. Like her boyfriend, she had a thing for animals. Before they'd met, she had most often avoided men, and would lie in bed instead with a book on wildlife open. Most often that issue of National Geographic with the glossy pictures of mating tigers. She'd pretend she was the female.
And she would come to the zoo, watch the tigers or the lions and fantasize that they'd mate while she watched. Once a pair of jaguars had almost done so. The male kept trying to mount the female, but she wasn't interested.
Jenny had been. If she could just once find someone with a pet lion, or tiger, or cougar...she sighed. Mike had the same sort of dreams, and they talked, and had sex, and pretended. It wasn't the same.
She watched the tiger, still watching her, and let herself daydream. She was the only one in front of the cage right now, so she crossed her arms and rested her chin on her hand as she looked at him. Her other hand could rub the side of her breast through the sweater as she fantasized.
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*She was inside the cage, now. She'd slipped through the bars, meant to keep a tiger inside - never mind that the bars were actually a screen mesh with 2" holes. The tiger lifted his head, seeing her so close, and before she could say anything whipped a paw behind her ankles. She was on her back as he stepped forward, sniffing, interested. She lifted her knees as his muzzle went down, but he forced his massive head between her thighs, and with a snap of his fangs, ripped her dress into shreds. Her panties dangled in strips from his jaws.*
*She shrieked (a passer-by in the real world gave her an odd look, though it was just a squeak there) and tried to cover herself, but the tiger stepped forward, his cheeks furry under her palms, pushing her arms upward. The barrel of his chest forced between her thighs, coarse fur sliding over her mound, and she groaned. In a moment, her knees hooked over his haunches, the tiger's thighs pushing her legs up and apart.*
*His eyes were yellow, pale, unreadable, her hands stretching the fur of his cheeks as she thrust against him with all her strength. He hardly moved, his head half as large as her chest, and his belly wrinkled up over the rags of her dress as he entered her.*
*She gasped, pushing at his chin, but he snarled, and she felt the short sheath pull back as his barbed penis slid into her. He thrust rapidly, and though his shaft was not impossibly huge, the spines on its tip rasped painfully on each withdrawal. In a moment she was screaming, half in pleasure, half in pain, as the tiger had her.*
*It didn't last long. She knew it wouldn't, as she stood swaying, alone in front of the tiger pen. Less than a minute. But as the great beast snarled, as her sex clenched around the barbed shaft, she felt a gush of heat down inside her. Not too much, just one quick jet, as his muzzle came down, biting into her sweater as he would the nape of a tigress.*
*She gasped, felt the hot fluid dripping down inside her. The tiger lifted his head, rasping out a growl, satisfied...and with a quick motion, yawned a jaw-cracking gape, and forced his maw down over her head.*
*Jenny flinched. Her head fit perfectly into the tiger's mouth, his tongue sandpaper-rough against her chin, his fangs hooked behind her skull. This wasn't part of her fantasy. She pushed up against his neck, thick as a barrel...but he was no more movable now than when he had mounted her. She felt the barbed cock pull out of her as his lips pushed down past her ears. His tongue pushed up against her chin, and with a gulp her head was in his throat. The slippery gullet slid over her face, muscular and tight as it pulled her deeper.*
*She swayed where she stood, daydreaming. But this wasn't her dream, any more.*
*His jaws were around her shoulders now, the tiger's rapid, hungry gulps pulling her in inch after inch. The throat gripped at her as he held her between his forepaws, pushing his muzzle down over her breasts. He should not be able to do this!*
*But his lips popped over her sweater-covered breasts, her shoulders sliding down into his throat. The neckfur was stretched over her; her fingers dug at the bulge and felt the shape that worked its way quickly down into his torso. She was being swallowed whole. In a moment her upper arms were pinned, and she lay in the tight sheath of his throat, pushed deeper by the cat's powerful swallowing muscles. Shoulders, breasts, belly, and now her hips were sucked into the ravenous maw, her butt filling his jaws tight for a moment before he gulped that down, too.*
*Gulp, and she began to slide, her thighs scraping past his fangs as she was pulled down into his throat. The gullet rippled, clutching at her hips and shoulders, pushing her down. Her knees bumped past his teeth, and something tight wrapped around her forehead then slid past her cheeks, Her head popped into his stomach, filled with an incredible stink...and then she was filling it, the strong throat-muscles pushing her down, her shoulders pressing against the wet skin of his belly.*
*With a snap his muzzle closed around her feet, and she kicked once before he gulped them down, too. All of her was in his throat, and with a smooth slide she squeezed down through his barrel chest, more and more of her coming to rest in his guts. And then it was over, the stomach stretched taut around her.*
*She struggled in his belly, gasped, opened her eyes to the real world. The daydream was over.*
Jenny's eyes opened: she was in tight, wet, fetid darkness. She could move only a tiny bit, her fingers sliding through stinging slime. "But...this wasn't my fantasy."
The rakshasa smiled as he felt the wriggling inside him, heard the little voice, and said: "No. It's mine."
To the outward eye, he was a tiger. The huge bulge in his belly would not be seen, any more than his real shape would be. And soon enough the bulge would be gone, digested like his other meals. Playing a zoo tiger had its rewards; he'd even had a mating from this one before she satisfied his hunger. Usually he had to assume a more human form to seduce them in their dreams, but this one would have come right into his cage if she'd been allowed. Of course she wouldn't expect to end the meeting in his belly, but then again, they never did.
A long, satisfied belch rumbled up out of him, but no one heard it.
Mike returned to the tiger cage, an ice cream in each hand. "Jenny?" She was nowhere to be seen. He peered at the tiger, who lazily looked back; she didn't usually wander when there was a big cat to look at. Maybe she'd gone to the lion pen. With a shrug, he continued on. She had to be around here somewhere. |
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