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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. |
literotica | Title: Behind Closed Blinds Ch. 03
Tags: incest novella, older woman, mother, mother and son, mother son incest, mother son sex, mother-son fantasy, impregnation, milf, mom
1
Where to begin after a night like last night's? When I came to, Saturday, I should have been tired and sore. In fact I should have been ruined, being that my mother and I had fucked each other into the morning like old lovers, which we were -- no doubt about that!
Aside from the dull headache which only lasted about as long as the fifty push-ups I cranked out on the bedroom floor, I was wide awake and full of energy, surprised at myself evermore when I realised it wasn't yet half-past ten.
I heard Sara in the bathroom with the distinct snap of the shower cord sounded and the rush of a torrential downpour lashing the bath's basin hard, and then more acutely her feet creaking along the floorboards before she stepped under the shower head. I needed no encouragement. I was there in a shot, naked and willing.
Already mum was wet from head to toe behind the folding glass screen, hot water running down her fair-skinned curves in waving rivulets, her hair like molten gold as it slithered down her back and curled at the ends. I was treated to the whole godly view as I stood there in the doorway, my cock straining and rising to the occasion like a hydraulic crane.
The sensation of my body next to hers, and then coupled with hers is heavenly. There's little to no modesty there, just intimacy and security. In the throes of passion, making sex together when the animal takes over, every inch of flesh is fair game.
To see her naked, standing up, assuming a pose such as this -- twirling under streams of water and steam as she lathers her hair with shampoo and strains it, letting the soapy lather wash her naked form like milk -- she is the living Greek statue of a goddess, no gym membership necessary.
There is muscle and there is flesh and there is artistic structure and it doesn't conform to the glossy pink celebrity ink standard that boys will masturbate to until the day they realise they're lusting over narcissistic obsession, systematic starvation and emotional instability.
My mother is still my mother, but she's more than that. She's a woman in every, but she's more than a woman too. She's the golden motherly standard, the golden standard for beauty, and for sexuality, and to drink in such a sight is akin to drugging oneself to overstimulation.
Beyond the taboo of wanting her, and that of having her -- many times and for many years -- I now face the challenge of balancing the roles of loving son and lusting motherfucker, not to forget myself or what I love about her.
Sara flashed me a grin, which spanned from ear to ear when she saw me standing at full-mast and grinning back. Next thing I was in the shower behind her, and she was leaning back against me, as my soapy hands romantically slipped and slip over every hot wet curve, from her heaving breasts to her hips, and the generous V leading to that place I loved so much, between her thighs.
'You just can't help yourself can you?' she purred, her own hands roaming my muscular arms. She gasped and her whole body spasmed as my fingers found what they were looking for; that stiff little panic button located under the hood of the cockpit.
'No, but I can help you,' I teased, flicking the sensitive skin of her neck with the tip of my tongue before planting a kiss there. Her head rolled back against my shoulder, and another louder gasp came as she trembled against the gentle circling of my fingers around her clit.
'Oh behave,' mother chuckled and then hissed pleasurably through her teeth. So I took my roaming hand back north over her belly, but she immediately grabbed it by the wrist and put it back to work. 'I didn't say stop.'
This time I ran two fingers between her fleshy labia and melted into that slippery, silk vestige of motherhood -- met with a single breathless moan. My cheek was rested against hers then, as I gloated over the ample valleys of her soaked and glistening breasts. Feeling her breath against my mouth, now that she had moved her head so that she was looking up at me with glazed, lusting eyes, I craned my neck to move my lips to hers.
'I just have to,' I murmured before engaging her willing mouth with mine, withdrawing only once to say, 'I just want to snog you all day.'
'You're pleased to see me,' she said, a hand gripping my straining cock, and then we were at it again, pleasuring each other as we kissed beneath the steaming torrent.
'As soon as I try to get myself clean you want to make me get dirty again,' Sara chuckled some time later, looking up at me with love and mirth, her arms tight around my chest, squashing her beautiful body against mine. I loved to feel her breasts slipping and sliding up against me that way. The only problem, always, was that there was no place for my hard-on to go. But then, a wicked thought...
'Well I'm going to be a good son and let you get clean, for now,' I said, and then whispered in her ear, 'but only because I'm going to be cruel and make you wait until later...'
'You're just awful,' mum said, offering a mock scowl, before blushing and grinning again as I stepped out of the bath tub.
'The absolute worst,' I agreed on a gleeful whim and blew her a kiss.
2
I took us out to lunch in town that afternoon, while the weather was nice. It had been a while since I hit the city centre on the busiest day of the week for shoppers. I'd grown disdainful of it all the longer I spent time in my own company. Nobody wants to be alone any town, any afternoon, and for any reason.
Couples and groups walk with the enthusiasm of a funeral procession. To want to just go do your own thing makes you the arsehole that's always in a rush, always bumping into people, and otherwise always swearing under your breath when you're stuck in human gridlock on even a relatively empty street.
Today was my opportunity to become the pain in the arse that was causing the gridlock, taking his sweet-ass time escorting his date around, and it was the most wicked fun I'd had in a long time with my clothes on. Don't get me wrong, I have respect and manners for the mutually minded, but if you're like the girl we encountered that day with the face like a raging bull, you were in for an experience out of whatever way you were used to having.
Mum liked to visit the curiosity shops and little department stores, now rare, and kept alive by the alternative crowd who sought their shady corners to socialise from. I didn't believe she'd ever been to a shop that sold nothing but drug paraphernalia like bongs and pipes.
Already the owner/sales assistant didn't seem too thrilled that we were treating his lot like a museum, even though the place was a bit heavy on the Che Guevara and Bob Marley. Nothing like a bit of golden age communism to mellow your mother!
We were headed for the door, which I took the lead and opened for mum, when this wide-bearing, hoodie-wearing girl with black lipstick and metal in her face started whining about the fact she didn't need a man to open the door for her, that she was perfectly able to do it for herself. I couldn't believe my ears.
I turned to mum with a queer grin, then turned back to the girl, assuring her, 'I didn't do it for you,' blocking her entry while Sara came out from behind me with a polite smile. The girl tried to push past. I didn't let her. Instead I made a point to close the door again, until the glass pane was inches from her offended little upturned nose, so that she could open her own damned door.
'You're welcome,' I said.
'Misogynist prick,' she said at my back as we walked away.
'When's the last time you think she had a prick?' mother asked.
'I don't know, but I don't think the drugs are working either,' I said and smirked as I looked back. We were honestly surprised we didn't see her at the Ann Summers store twenty minutes later, screaming at "The Elite Guard of the Royal Dong"...
I hadn't ever been to one of these places before. The crazy bitch (the ex) and I ordered online, never daring to expose our private lives to the world. Mum had been to the local one plenty times with her friend, Elaine, so she confided with her arm linked to mine as she dragged me through the sliding doors.
There was just something so comical about the place, with sex toys and lubricants stood on their little pedestals like someone had swapped the signs and products of a JD Sport but didn't bother changing the layout. Now I was the one feeling like I was in the museum, but for all my effort not to blush beet red and laugh consistently from start to finish, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the retail assistant here.
One, they were nearly all "college girl age", awkward looking girls between 18 and 21 selling sex to trendy couples -- all but for the supervisor, a woman dolled up to look more like a uniformly flight attendant, who seemed to take a more clinical approach to her job.
And then there was the security guard, this near seven foot tall black brick wall standing at the centre of this circular display wall, a hundred premium-priced dildos, vibrators and dongs all staring back at him like the crowd of a coliseum. Mum was taken aback by the sight, as was I, and because for how deadpan (if not apathetic) his expression, it was his duty to protect the prize dongs, as though they were the crown jewels of this prestigious and magical dick palace.
'Does he guard the dicks then?' mum asked and it was goodnight from me. Once I started laughing I couldn't stop. Meanwhile I was trying to pay attention to the selection of massage oils on display. I was having some seriously x-rated thoughts about what the weekend would have in store for us.
'He appears to be like a tactical version of the Beefeaters, mum!'
'O, like an elite dick guard?'
'I think we're going to get kicked out here,' I had to warn her as one uncomfortable looking wallflower started to magnetise towards us with some hesitance. Her nametag read, "Shauna".
'May I help you with anything,' Shauna asked plainly. Mum was quick on her heels.
'I was just wondering if that large black specimen over there is actually guarding a vault of dicks or if he's for sale too,' she said equally plainly. I snorted, forced it hard to the back of my throat. I heard the same from somewhere else in the store and had to turn away.
Embarrassed, Shauna was too heavily caked in skin foundation to be seen blushing, but mum quickly disarmed her. 'I was just joking, love. My son and I are wondering which of these massage oils you'd recommend...'
3
'May I say that I am really glad that I stepped in and convinced her that you were just in a pranking mood,' I said as we hurried away from the store, Sara in tow and barely keeping up in her mid-heel boots. 'Jesus Christ, you gave me a heart attack!'
'Can we drop by the H&M before we head back?' she asked, and I could hear the laughter in her tone, loud and clear. So we went there next and while my mother perused the skirts, I stood around hands in pockets, cheeks burning from that close shave with utter shame.
Mum liked her skirts long and flowy. I liked skirts for ease of access, but I wasn't about to mention that before we ended up having another unlikely conversation with another retail assistant. Mum found a skirt she really liked -- a white one with a dark red flower print -- and pulled me over to stand in front of the changing cubicle curtain.
There I stood, like the Elite Guard of the Royal Dong himself, arms crossed and staring into space as a few women started to line up in front of me. Just how weird was my day out on the town going to get?
'Could you give me a hand here, Steven?' she said from behind me. 'I'm having a bit of a silly moment...'
I don't know why my eyes then met with the woman standing face to face with me, but we both smiled politely at each other before I turned to oblige my mother, whatever was going on now. Discreetly I inched out of sight behind the curtain to find her stood in skimpy white lace panties and otherwise bare from the waist down.
My tightly packed cock stirred in my jeans, but little did I know that she was experiencing something the same. Before I could ask what was up, she grabbed my hand by the wrist and with the other free hand she yanked forth the crotch of her panties and stuffed my hand inside.
My mother was feverishly hot and leaking that slippery natural sex lubricant I was so well accustomed to. Immediately my fingers went to work, while her teeth went to work on my shoulder to stifle her gasps.
'There you go,' I said helpfully, anxious of what might be heard beyond that thin curtain, or what might not be heard enough before someone started to ask questions. Hopelessly I couldn't think of what else to say as my fingers worked her into a daze, her pussy throbbing and clinging to me tightly every time I stroked her stiff clit with my thumb.
'Thank you, darling,' she said unsteadily, and with sinful mischief plastered all over her tightening face, her mouth open but silently moaning. 'My fingers just don't seem able to work for me lately...'
'Well that's what your son is for,' I replied with a dutiful tone.
'I need more than your fingers, son,' she whispered close to my ear, her palm pressed flatly against my growing erection as it straightened downward against my inner thigh. When we stepped outside of the cubicle and back into the store, I noticed as did my bounding heart, that the woman waiting at the front of the queue had turned ashen white, eyes wide open as they evaluated the both of us. As we walked away I saw her put a hand to her mouth. She had heard everything. I'd never felt such a thrill and such a jolt of terror at the same time.
4
Town had been quite the experience with my mother. As we drove home, now happily just us with no prying ears or eyes, we could be more open about what neither of us could seem to stop thinking about. It was becoming evident that old animals had been re-awoken and that the following week was going to consist of not much else other than having sex -- shamelessly committing glorious, pornographic incest with each other!
But I couldn't just let this go, the dangers and the risks we were taking like never before. It was as if my mother was becoming a completely different person, and that she felt no shame in wanting to be sexual around her son in public.
'Do you have no fear at all?' I asked her. 'I notice you're being very casual about us now. I know times are changing, but the laws aren't.'
'Wasn't it a thrill though?' she countered me, and I couldn't deny it. She was right. I was stiff in my pants now and the head of my cock was throbbing and twitching, threatening to make me unload there and then. That look of mischief was still there too. I glanced over whenever possible, feeling the pressure build in my loins with the desire to bottom out and breed her.
'Seriously, you really have been doing a lot of thinking lately, haven't you?' I tested as I navigated the traffic. I couldn't put too much thought into it right now, playing chicken with the taxis that didn't seem to care which lane they were supposed to be in. So I decided to be the one to ask the questions for the meanwhile.
'Fantasising is more like it. I thought it'd get better once I'd had you again. Well... it is better, definitely better, but...'
'But now you can't stop?'
'You disapprove?' she tested. I shot her a smug frown, smiling all the while. Some call that Trump-face these days.
'I can't stop thinking about sex when I get started,' I admitted candidly.
'I never stop,' Sara hinted. I looked to her with a hopeless grin. She winked at me with that mischievous look. 'I'm on Literotica every day, morning and evening, reading every Mother and Son sex story ever written, and I think about us.'
'Tell me more,' I said, suddenly short of breath. The needle on the speedometer began to rise as the ride home took on greater urgency. I had to get us there.
'I got Elaine into it too!'
'You're fucking joking,' I yelled out of sheer disbelief. Elaine, who I'd mentioned earlier, was my mum's best friend. At 48 Elaine had only two adult daughters, so none of that business was happening under her roof, but I was truly taken by surprise to hear that the conservative divorcee could be coaxed into such an acquired kink.
'She is! She's not the prude you think she is, you know? We talk about our favourite stories and what turns us on about them,' mum assured with the argument to back it up. 'And do you know what my fantasy has been lately?'
My mouth ran dry as we ate up the miles, faster and faster, the road ahead of us crumbling into ruin where the council had abandoned it the last winter. The ride soon became bumpy, forcing me to slow down again.
'I want her to know about us!' she admitted after quite some silence.
5
How could I process such a huge thing? My mother who had pushed my fat baby body out of the canal that I was now more used to sliding my hard cock in and out of might have put me in my place and assured me that anything was possible when done right. She might have done a U-turn instead and assured me that it was not some whimsical desire to flirt with destruction.
But this was different in so many ways. This was a whole new level of daring and dangerous. This was not something you did for a cheap thrill. It was something you did in great faith and endless trust. It was something for which trust was near impossible to find.
When my mum and I started having sex, it was in great trust and faith that we were more than just okay with what we were doing. It was partly educational, and it was partly frustration and loneliness -- not just on her behalf. We were both consenting and it had built up through a matter of months after I'd turned 18. I was in college, I still wasn't courting with girls, and obviously I was still a virgin.
For the record, the first time it became physically sexual, mum was paying me a lot of attention after learning that I liked to fantasise about her, by way of finding a pair of her used panties under my pillow. Slow and cautious masturbation turned into mutual masturbation. That eventually led to her daring to give me a blowjob, which led to mutual oral.
It was only a matter of time before one day she picked me up from college and, on the drive home, asked me to go into the pharmacy and buy a pack of condoms. I cannot recollect in words how big a deal that moment was and how incredible, though brief, the first time we had sex was.
The act leading up to it, the act of stripping and getting intimate with her, with that in mind -- the act of rolling a condom onto my erect cock with the intent of sliding into her pussy and experiencing sex for the first time WITH MY OWN MOTHER...
It was a huge step in our relationship. Getting over it, learning to live with it, and then deciding that we wanted to carry on was a huge deal too. Learning to hide what we were doing as we became closer and more comfortable, more emotional and intimate, all of it was a huge deal.
I never would have imagined though that Sara, my mother, would want to endanger what we had by confessing not just her fantasies to anyone other than me, but also by letting someone in on our secret.
Which one of us was crazy, or the most crazy; her for thinking that it was perfectly safe to tell her friend and neighbour that she was enjoying a years' long on and off sexual relationship with her son; or me for thinking that nobody in the world was that trustworthy just because they liked to fantasise here and there?
Fantasy was one thing. Reality came with terms and conditions, and very real dangers.
6
'I just... I'm not sure you appreciate how quickly even the tightest friendships can end, mum,' I tried to make her see what scared me. 'Look at where I am, please. The things people love about you they always use against you the moment they decide they hate you!'
'Baby, please don't panic,' Sara said as she fixed herself a cup of tea at the kitchen counter. The sex itself was forgotten, for now, because panic had taken over. The mood was on ice, although she seemed perfectly calm and content. 'Like I said, it's just a fantasy. Do you even know how dirty her mind gets when she gets warmed up?'
'Do you?' I asked, my face contorting to humour her while I wrestled with my anxieties over the matter.
Sara raised her eyebrows suggestively and pouted, then blew a stray wisp of her fringe away from her face. 'I know her inside and out, you might say...'
'Huh?'
'You didn't know your dearest mother was going to bed with another woman in your absence,' she confessed further, 'because I was saving that story for the right time.'
'You and Elaine?' I needed to sit down. Instead I leaned against the kitchen table and swooned as my mother smiled adorably and nodded her affirmation. 'How?'
'Oh she was the one who got me reading erotica on that website I told you about,' Sara said matter-of-factly. 'Only Elaine's big deal was that she developed an addiction for nothing but lesbian love stories. It was a huge deal for her to confess to me, because she'd known nothing but the same boring husband until he left her for an equally boring woman. Then she knew nothing but fantasy and she didn't want another man. I told her to try the taboo stories. She was addicted to those soon enough...'
'But how?' I repeated myself a little louder, hinting at the last damn thing I'd asked her.
'Well you were gone, no men were stacking up to your standards...' That part inflated more than my ego. I think my expression at that point gave that away. 'And she got me curious with her love stories. I just told her that I wouldn't mind trying it out with a likeminded woman -- someone I enjoyed the company of -- and so we made love one afternoon and it was quite beautiful really.'
Her smile in its wistful reflection melted me and forged me to hardness all at once, coupled with those words. God, all she had to do was talk about making love and I'd take her there and make it a reality the moment she showed her willingness.
'We made a habit of it, you might say, whenever we had nothing on our calendars. It'd never be a public thing. We don't want the lifestyle. We just like to make love and to feel good together. It was only a few weeks ago that she came out and said that you'd be the luckiest son in the world to be able to make love to his mother.'
'But you didn't tell her!'
'No, but I entertained the fact that she was so honest and real about it. You know Elaine. She's such an admirable babe. She comes from the heart. And part of me wishes that she could see what she feels become both a real-life fantasy and an actual reality.'
I looked at my mother long and hard, hard in both senses. Damn me if I wasn't sold, despite my former reservations. Sara wasn't love-blind or naive. Neither was I, but maybe there was a way that my mother could fuel her own fantasy and Elaine's while just testing the waters.
After a thoughtful pause, she put down her teacup, licked her lips and said, 'my tea needs a while to cool down, are you hard for me?'
7
'Take your pants off,' Sara said as she closed the blinds over the living room bay window. I did as I was told, eager to free my hardness from the painfully tight confines of my jeans. Within seconds I was reaching for the sky, so to speak, while my mother turned to look at me with expectant eyes.
She hitched up her skirt and stripped off her panties, letting them fall down to her booted feet, then stepped out of them before perching herself on the edge of her chosen seat, the two seater-sofa right underneath the window now behind her.
'You know when I'm alone and horny and thinking about you, I daydream of us making love all day long, non-stop,' she told me. 'It's like a perfect sex scene on loop, all the best bits; just you and me sliding together and kissing and being so... fucking filthy...'
I said, 'We have all week, never mind all day!'
She nodded appreciatively and threw me another suggestive wink. 'Oh yes we do, don't we?'
I approached her, knelt at her feet, and raised her skirt to rest at her upper thighs, exposing her delicious trimmed blonde sex. Her labia had blossomed like flower petals, opening to me before I'd even touched her -- again. Her womanly aroma filled my nostrils, the smell of arousal that begged for me to couple my sex with hers.
'You know, mum, I've noticed,' I started carefully, and she listened with fascination as I went on. 'We've never been this intense before. It's like we've grown to a new feeling, or gone to another level.'
'After last night, especially,' she agreed. 'May I feel your tongue, and I'll confess something else to you?' I didn't need to be asked twice. Her powerful feline pheromones were calling to me.
Lifting her suede booted feet to my shoulders, I pushed her back down onto the sofa and passionately began to make love to her with my mouth. As always, she was deliciously savoury to my taste. Especially since she had stewed in her state of arousal all afternoon, waiting for this moment, she was hot enough that I could blister my tongue on her and still lap away like a starved dog -- but I held fast and treated her to a show.
Side to side I turned my face, my tongue and nose nuzzling those blossoming fleshy petals. They were stiff and hot to the touch and her clit stood out prominently, staring me straight in the eyes. She was so wet in fact that against my movements she squished and I ate her like a ripe mango; no teeth, just my tongue and lips now dripping with her juices.
'Wow,' she cooed, 'I'm forgetting myself here.'
Recapturing eye contact with her, I smiled with just my eyes as I made my tongue into a spear and penetrated her slowly, then curling the tip to stroke upward into her as she whimpered helplessly.
'If I could have your babies, last night would still have been no different,' she then said in an emotional, shivering state. I stopped dead in my tracks. She told me not to, so I carried on, adrenaline now surging through me like crazy. 'I'd have gladly had your babies. Does that sound crazy?'
'How long have you felt like that?' I asked, licking my fingers to massage her pussy while I carved a niche through her slit with my burning tongue.
'I haven't. It was in the heat of the moment that the feeling took over, and then all day it's all I could fantasise about, other than Elaine knowing about us. I suppose.... shhhhh-shit that right there!!! I suppose it's just as well. Not to complicate what we have...'
'Just the thought of the conscious act of making a baby with me,' I supposed, now harder than I thought possible. Mother nodded. 'I'd love to make babies with you all day long, mum,' I confessed, though she already knew that. Just being able to say it in broad daylight was such a turn on for the both of us. To confirm she felt the same she uttered a guttural sigh of the utmost satisfaction.
'That sounds so good to me. I want you to take me to bed and make babies with me,' she gasped as I snogged her pussy to orgasm, her thighs trembling and convulsing at my ears.
Burning with passion, fuelled by apprehension and adrenaline, so besotted and turned on by my orgasmic mother, I don't know what else led me to say what I did when I held out my hand to lead the way, but I swallowed my heart and said it anyway.
'I want something else for you, mum,' I said, holding her heaving body to mine and staring uncertainly into her wide and searching eyes.
'Whatever could it be?' she asked breathlessly.
'If you want to tell Elaine, then you can. I want you to!'
8
'Are you sure about this?' mum asked and instantly I nodded. We were on the bed. She was propped up on a pile of pillows and I was between her legs, running my swollen pink knob up and down the hot wet crease of her pussy, getting myself nice and slick for the moment.
Both of us were stripped fully naked by that point. I couldn't help but lean down and to play with her full tits, to suckle on her hard brown nipples and to tease her further with the tip of my tongue, before we kissed long and lovingly.
Parting with a hungry smooch, Sara searched through her phonebook and scrolled to Elaine's number, her wide-parted thighs absently bucking in unison with my up and down movements.
'I'm shaking so much I can barely work this thing,' she joked, but I could see her hands trembling clearly. I didn't know if it was apprehension, or doubt, or the sheer thrill of going through with it, but she showed no sign of backing out.
'Shall I put her on loudspeaker so we can both hear her?'
'Do it?' I dared with a grin. She grinned back, almost shrinking away from me for a moment.
'Oh god,' she whispered as the call tone began to ring. Just for starters, I began to ease my glans inside, just the tip, just a preview of what was to come. We really were going to do this. Almost encouragingly, mother's pussy hugged deliberately at the tip of my hard cock and she blew me a kiss.
'Hello Sara. How are you, lovely?' Elaine's familiar friendly voice called.
'Hello lover, miss you already. Are you up to much?' mum asked with a cheeky smirk.
'Hmmm, no I'm just alone at home, reading a story or two,' Elaine hinted. 'Enjoying your weekend with Steven?'
'Oh yeah, very much so,' mum said, and her pussy squeezed at me again as I inched in a little deeper, tempted by just how easily I could melt into her at that point. I withdrew a little and then gave her an inch more, but more or less helping myself as I waited. 'It's kind of why I'm calling,' she continued and then with baited breath, 'I need to share some thoughts with you; see what you think...'
'Oh really,' Elaine said and sounded more than intrigued. 'Of the, err, naughty kind?'
'Like you wouldn't believe,' mum said. Again, I leaned over and helped myself to her tits, taking each one into my mouth, the head of my cock resting inside the crown of her love canal, and kissing, licking, and suckling quietly as I waited for her word. Until then I worked to steady my speeding heart and listened to the tremors in her voice as she spoke.
'I'm all ears, love,' Elaine spoke secretively.
'Imagine that you're me...'
'Yes?'
'You're lying in bed on a Saturday afternoon after a day of shopping...'
'In bed after shopping,' Elaine echoed with a humoured tone, 'right?!'
'You're in bed, because your stud of a son took you to bed, and he's making love to you just like he did twice the night before!'
'Fffff-fucking hell, Sara,' Elaine gasped. Ironically, so did my mother, as at the same time I decided no longer to wait. Between taking long glances at my thick veiny cock sliding deliciously into her hot, slippery depths and enjoying the look of intense pleasure in her eyes, I whispered, 'I love you, mum, don't stop...'
'That makes me instantly wet,' Elaine stammered. 'Are you planning on going through with it?'
'D-do you th-think I should?' mum stuttered as I slowly bottomed out over and over again, before alternating the depth and starting shallow again before taking another full-length plunge. Mum bit her lip.
'Does it feel right?' Elaine asked.
'Oh god it feels like it was meant to be,' Sara groaned, gyrating her hips to literally screw me back. The fact that Elaine was actually game, that I could hear her with my own ears, drove me to insane levels of excitement. Listening to the slick squishing of my mother's juicy pussy yielding to me threatened to drive me over the edge. Mum's eyes widened when she felt me expand inside her. Teeth gritted I held off with all my willpower.
'If it happens, babe, I'll be so happy for you,' Elaine cooed. 'Fuck! That word picture, though.'
'Elaine?'
'Yes, Sara?'
There was a tangible pause, like time itself had stopped.
'I meant what I said,' mum confessed. 'We made love last night like I said -- twice!'
'Oh Sara,' Elaine cried ecstatically.
'And it's happening right now,' she hissed through bared teeth, eyes closed. 'We're having sex right now,' it all spilled out. 'His cock is so deep and delicious, he's fucking me oh so slowly; oh baby I wish you could feel it!'
'Oh my god, Sara!'
'Hi Elaine,' I chuckled, unable to help myself. Taking Sara's legs up over my shoulders for deeper penetration, I leaned in to kiss my mother, to swap spit, to taste tongues and to plant the loudest smooch on her lips. Meanwhile as I drove home with all I had, savouring in the beautiful embrace of my mother's sex, her moaning made it clear that this was no prank.
'I have no words right now,' Elaine stuttered as she worked herself over furiously. Back home where I used to live, and just a few doors down, one of my other teen fantasies -- who my mother had also apparently made love with -- was jilling herself off to the fact that her friend was now making love to her own son, and I was trembling with the possibilities of what it meant.
'You need no words, love,' I assured. 'But maybe rather than imagining you're my mother right now, you'd like to get together some time?'
'You're on,' Elaine blurted without hesitation.
'And, err, until then,' I suggested, 'mum can fill you in, and tell you all about us -- the real us!'
I heard Elaine chuckle then. I knew that tone in her voice, surely, and I was right. 'You know, part of me realised long before now? But I was never going to make an issue out of it. I think it's beautiful and I know you love each other.'
'Thank you, Elaine,' I replied gratefully. 'That means everything.'
'Now you put the phone down and we'll talk about that get-together another time. I'm going to need both hands right now,' she said with a hint of frustration.
'I'll be your hands again soon enough, lover,' mum chimed in and took over. 'I'm going to take a few photos now so you have some ammunition for your little vibro-fest...'
'Oh please do, I'm going to come buckets over those,' Elaine promised before saying her goodbyes.
9
There was a relief between us, an elusive weight lifted. In my elation I lay there in complete stillness, just gazing into my mother's eyes, as she looked back in amazement and admiration.
'Well there it is,' she supposed, tossing the phone aside. A total of fifteen photos had been taken between us; some adorable and sweet, some that left nothing to the imagination, and others that showed everything Elaine needed to know in up-close and intimate detail. We could only imagine the frenzied state she'd be in come the next hour or two.
'There it is,' I echoed back, and we began to kiss with a depth and closeness I'd never felt before. We really were different now that this had begun. And we had gone so far within a matter of hours, not even a whole day.
'Where were we?' I asked as our lips departed from each other once more.
'We're making babies,' Sara recalled.
'Yes we are,' I teased, letting my length slide lazily into her. 'Making babies together, all day long...'
Mum gasped as she accommodated me deeply. She felt like pure molten liquid around me as we melted together once more. 'Every day, baby,' she crooned as our bodies began to synchronise and become one.
'You won't be needing anymore fantasy material then?' I joked as we slid deep together, quite romantically. As her feet stroked my buttocks, her legs wrapped around me gently, she looked at me silently one more time as we made sex together.
'Maybe...'
'Name it,' I said.
'I fantasise that you fall in love with me,' my mother said as we rutted together in the most disgustingly sensuous way. And oh god did we take all day and night making babies together. I wasn't just addicted to her now. I felt it in every inch of flesh.
And I'd gladly give her every fantasy that I could. I would do anything for my mother within reason, and sometimes beyond the reasoning of society's norms. I would kill for my mother, so I believed, and yet no authority mattered other than what she desired of me.
I was going to give her every ounce of come that I had and I was going to love her for Elaine too. No doubt she'd want to see me with Elaine, judging by her expression when we were talking on the phone. The one fantasy I still couldn't give her though...
'That's not fantasy, mum,' I told her before engaging her in the sweetest lover's kiss I could summon. 'I am in love with you.'
I know, so her smile said. Not for the last time that day, or ever, we slid deep and locked together in a breathless unified gasp, my mother and I deep in love, deep in each other, making babies... |
literotica | Title: Fresh From the Grave: Day 05
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I wake up in a novel way I am looking at Marie who is above me fucking me with her toy. As soon as I am aware of what is going on I wrap my legs around her and let her fuck me. I move with her working my way up to an orgasm as Marie kisses me and puts her hands to my breasts. I become aware that Marie is asking me if I like her cock, I assure her that her cock is in fact quite wonderful.
When I get close to my orgasm moaning and trying to get there, Marie slows down until I am not that close. She speeds up again until I am close and slows down yet again. I start begging for her to let me have my orgasm she teases me with asking if I will let her knock me up. I say no until she denies me an orgasm a third time, I give up then and say she can put me in a motherly way so long as I get my orgasm.
Marie crows her victory, calls me her bitch then speeds up and sends me crashing over the edge of my orgasm. This is a really good one, my toes curl I am yelling out to all who will listen, I even lose track of well everything. Marie is good to me this time she does not extend my fucking into the not nice period once my orgasm has subsided she pulls out of me and lies next to me.
Rather exhausted for someone who just woke up I remain lying there with my legs spread wide. Marie looks at me and giggles then pulls me over to snuggle into her which I do happily. The knock on the door gets us both to groan, I shove Marie off the bed to get it. Giggling Marie gets up, calls me an ungrateful bitch and opens the door. Kegan comes in carrying a rather large box he puts it on the counter then looks at me and Marie.
"You two are shameless, Marie this is your bigger gun there are eighty rounds in the box with it. We have another three hundred coming in a few days, we will take twenty and you can sight it for you, the rest will have to be reserved for our hunt. Jack is outside in his horny car I like that name for it, has a certain tongue in cheek to it, so you two are seriously underdressed."
Marie and I scramble around for our clothes she tries to borrow one of my dresses. Well dress is a misnomer they are more of a barely covering couple strips of cloth than a dress the skirts fit her fine the tops on the other hand are not large enough for her oversized breasts. I hand her the top she wore yesterday, Kegan promises we can stop at her place for clothes and other things she wishes to move in with me. I collect my sword and shawl on the way out, Marie gets her Winchester and the Barrett.
The first place we go is Marie's place well I suppose her old place. I groan at the interior, there is a lot of death inside, stuffed heads galore. Kegan calls it lovely I kick him in the shin it is hard for me to reach above his chest. Marie goes into the back when she comes to us again she has two suitcases. These are stuffed into Jack's impossibly large trunk then we pile into the car again.
The drive to where we can shoot is a long one, Marie saying we could have just gone to the barrios. I ask if we are there yet, Marie giggles then asks if we are there yet, Kegan joins in so all three of us are asking if we are there yet until Jack tells us to shut up. Finally we are there we even get a small crowd as Marie pulls out her new bigger gun. Inside the box we find it is in a case, a very nice wood case with the soft foam stuff inside keeping the gun and a big row of bullets stable.
Maries takes the gun apart going over every moving piece, she sets me to loading the clips there are two inside of the case. Each clip takes ten very big bullets the tenth bullet is a little difficult to get in. By the time I finish with both clips, Marie has put the huge black gun back together. She takes one clip loads it in then takes the gun that is bordering on close to her height in length over to the range. She fiddles with the sights for a second then aims down the barrel and fires.
The report of the gun is actually bordering on deafening as close as we are even with the big ear protection we have. Marie simply adjusts the sight again small little turns then aims. Kegan has put his hands over his ear protection holding it closer to his ears. After this report of the gun Marie comes back smiling, I grin then point her to the long range section. Marie goes over the viewing audience we have is a little flabbergasted when she goes to the fourteen hundred yard section.
I follow along and pick up the binoculars they have there to see how someone is shooting. I admit it these targets are a very long way I can barely see them without the aid of the binoculars. Marie though looks at them and calls out her target, I find it then jump a little when the massive black death cracks out a report. When I announce dead center the crowd murmurs with amazement, several bring out their own binoculars and verify.
With the clip empty Marie and I move back to where we left Jack and Kegan. Kegan is on his cell phone looking a little pained and not happy he motions us to be quiet as he listens. He listens for what seems forever before he hangs up and looks at us grimly.
"It looks like we are going hunting now, there is not one but two working in tandem. They hit another place an hour ago grocery store this time, we have video to look at these two move strangely."
"They do Capoeira it is a Brazilian martial art, very beautiful to watch. It was developed by slaves to have a defense and they made it fluid and dance like to fool the guards. Marie and Jack you two will be on a roof to use the black death, I do not see where yet." I say getting everyone to look at me, Jack starts to chuckle.
I help Marie load the empty clip then we pack up the black death.
"You know I really like that name for this gun, Kegan can we get an embossed plate on this case with black death on it?" Marie asks hoisting the case.
"Yes just please don't kill as many as the plague did. I remember that it was not pretty."
"Kegan, do you have a big hat and a long jacket?" I ask as we are putting everything into the car and getting in.
"Yes I wear them when I go to places I have recently left there are four enforcers all of us are tall though I happen to be the tallest."
Everyone looks at me when I start to giggle it takes me a little while to get it under control.
"Kegan, how long have the other three been around? I ask because it occurs to me that the four horsemen are tall, you just admitted there are four of you and they are tall."
"Oh all right I admit it, we are the other three are from before Christianity was founded. The one I replaced killed himself by doing a crime and being caught, for the longest time beheadings were the preferred method of execution. So I need to ask this one, how does one fight against Capoeira?"
"One does not fight against Capoeira it is a very fluid style with extra free movement. The skilled dance about waiting for an opening or creating one they like to circle their opponent. For our purposes we want to catch them inside and draw them out where Marie can shoot one."
"I have the feeling you have fought against a person using this style." Jack says as we pull up to a grocery store with cop cars all over.
"Sparred is closer to it, there was a dojo teaching it next to the one I learned Karate in, we would have matches every Saturday, great fun if a little painful."
We get out of the car then go into the grocery store being led by a cop. I wish to ask on why we are here I hold my tongue until we are shown into the managers office. Kegan starts up the tape and I am forced to gasp when I see the culprits, this is before the killing starts.
"I know that one he was the only man I could not beat the master of the dojo I was telling you about."
"Because he is one of us, likely was one of the inventors of Capoeira, he comes from Brazil. He was the fresh meat trainer until he killed one, I want to say he is Marie's target but we really should see if he will speak with us. I do not think he got near the chest." Kegan says looking worried.
When it comes to the killing I watch fascinated, the two toy with their next victim herding them to a spot before one cuts them. I cannot help but giggle I found a weakness in the man I could not beat. The other one does not know the style nearly as well his use of the sword however makes me giggle more.
"Conan the Barbarian, you three must have seen the movie, well perhaps not Jack. The man I do not know uses the sword in the same style as from the movie, he must be the target for Marie I found a weakness in the known. If it does not work Kegan you are on Conan, it will take time to down the known if it comes to that."
We leave then, Kegan taking my arm and walking with me right out the front door. Marie and Jack following along behind, we get in the car and drive away to of all places Best Buy. Jack parks us in the parking lot far away from the store then opens his trunk, the black death and our swords are taken out and set into the car then we drive off again.
Marie and Kegan have a devil of a time looking up places for us to drive by for me to know if we want here or not. At the last store Kegan and Jack are really quite annoyed, I have said no at all of them.
"We have not stopped at every place where one can find people." I say then point to a sign for a skate park.
Jack curses then puts the car in motion it does not take long for us to reach the park to find it is empty. Marie points out a sign advertising a competition, I ask Kegan if we can stop for his hat and coat. When he stares at me I remind him it is televised, Jack gets us going fast. Marie and I giggle when we reach Kegan's place, he has a room in a motel popular for one night stands and affairs. Kegan goes in his room then returns with a sports bag.
At the competition we find it is fenced off with only one entrance that is oddly empty. Kegan looks grim then opens up his sports bag he pulls out a rather large black hat. A coat follows it when he is in the hat and coat he looks otherworldly, I squeak in surprise when he hands me a coat, not as big and a leather fedora. I usher Marie and Jack to the roof of the building across the street then we go in.
At first there is nothing to say there is something wrong, then we start finding blood, at first just blood splattered here and there. Soon we are passing bodies, most are chopped up heavily some are just run through. Kegan's phone beeps, he pulls it out setting it for vibrate then shows me the text. It is from Marie she is saying we need to pull them back to there, can't see farther is actually the text the indication is clear at least.
Swords in hand we move farther in, hearing noises from ahead of us. We find a few survivors wedged in against the fence behind the half pipe. The killers are cutting up a woman, who is still making small noises as they cut piece after piece from her. They look at us when I yell, the few survivors looking even more scared at two more people with swords.
The two killers split up and move closer to us at an angle, Conan on my side John on Kegan's, I remembered his name finally. Well now this is directly annoying I trade sides with Kegan making John laugh.
"John shush I wanted one last fight against you before you are growing daisies, or was it pushing up I never can remember."
"Depends on who you ask, I was always partial to pushing up in English. Wait I know you, you are that annoying Karate student, I will take great joy in beating you again." John stands a little straighter and gets into his proper Capoeira stance.
"War I think you should take Conan there a little closer to the street, John here will need space to move." Kegan looks at me funny for a moment then shrugs and leads Conan off that way.
I take a Karate with sword stance, John looks at me and smiles I am sure picturing all the times he managed to beat me before. He dances about making feints to my right and left, I stay still waiting for the actual attack. When it comes John comes straight for me sword first, I knock his sword aside then snap kick him in the back, he rolls with my kick.
Once he is back up he keeps moving to go behind me I rotate in place to keep him in front of me wondering where the report of black death is. This is when I start hearing the clang of sword against sword. John is smiling now I am sure thinking that Conan will best Kegan. He comes for me again, this time I step into his attack and do an attack of my own, his arm falls free.
"Here I'll back away put it back on." I do back away sword held low. "While you are fixing yourself, War wanted to ask why you are doing this, he is a little busy so I will ask."
John looks at me for a moment then moves fast to pick up his arm.
"Because it feels good, I am tired of being a slave again." He tests his arm then comes for me.
I block his attack then snap kick him in the leg, he limps away something obviously wrong with it. He looks at me sourly and moves for me again, not as fast or as well. He comes in swinging his sword around fast as he can manage I am blocking each of these until he stops swinging for a moment. Black death has reported finally, I take this opportunity to cut both hands free. His sword clattering to the ground John looks at me in shock as I cleave his head from his body.
I wave to the survivors then head back through the park, Kegan is just standing there. I look at him, he is covered in bits of Conan and blood, Conan is headless and a good portion of his upper body on one side is gone. I slap Kegan then pull him along toward the car. Jack and Marie are already in the car, Kegan and I get in the back seat.
Marie hands me a hand towel as I pull Kegan's hat off, his face is really not too bad with blood. We get his coat off just in time the police pass us on the way to the competition. Jack drives us back to my place well I suppose mostly officially our place. Marie hasn't gotten everything she wants out of her place to here yet. I get Kegan inside, he is still in something of a daze while Jack and Marie collect the things coming in and get the rest into his trunk.
I stick Kegan on the sofa and turn the television to a music channel. The classical channel is playing Chopin I always liked Chopin so leave it there. I go over to my computer and turn it on. Jack comes in with my sword talking on his cell phone he goes over to the computer and changes channels where we see Kegan and myself facing off against John and Conan. Kegan starts laughing when the reporter speaks over the clip saying that the religious are up in arms that one of the four horsemen is in Los Angeles with a girlfriend.
"Nice going Jack, you got Kegan out of shock." I say going over and sitting next to Kegan.
"I've never seen a man just explode right in front of me before. Does not help that I was standing in the same spot he was not half a second earlier. The man had skill with his sword I would have taken him if Marie had not shot him of course. I'd ask how you knew I'm considered War but I'm sure you thought of asking and it came to you."
"Well no, I know the story of the horsemen War is considered the tallest and biggest. Kegan go take a shower and get cleaned up so you can go bounce at the meteor place. I'm going to go play my new game or have sex with Marie, I think I agreed that I am her bitch again."
Marie points me to my computer so I sit down and get the game going. Kegan gets up and goes into the bathroom singing an old battle song about living and dying. Jack sits on the sofa and flips channels while Marie watches me. I get about halfway through the getting out of the starting town quests when I stop, Kegan and Jack are gone, Marie wants to go find some dinner.
Deciding that is a good idea for me as well I change clothes into something smaller. I see Marie off with a kiss then walk across the street, there is a rather good sized line in front of the meteor. Luckily the front door is facing the complex with my place I just walk right up to Kegan.
"Ah Vixandra I did not think I would see you today, go on in." A few of the women in the line are a little peeved that I get in so easily.
"Ladies you should go home with Kegan, he is very good in bed and he might let you in faster." I say to them before going in, Kegan chuckling behind me.
Inside is actually very nice looking, the wall and floor reflecting the lights. I head over to the bar and drop off my purse to a bartender that looks familiar. He promises to keep it safe, I give him a smile then move for the dance floor. Not seeing a man that sparks my interest I just start dancing. Several men ogle me as I move, my body stretching and contorting to the music creating a certain sexual tension in most of them.
A man moves up to dance with me I let him looking him up and down. He is not really that much taller than I, which is not a problem if he is cute. This man however is not cute to me, I move with him anyway for the course of the song. I notice he moves well, so I file him as a maybe later for some hot sex and dinner. He asks if he can buy me a drink after the song ends, I let him down gently.
When he moves away another man comes up to me, this one is tall, his nose is much to large. He also is not that good at dancing, I guide him a little and he leaves a better dancer. Another man comes up, this one is a little on the cute side, not enough for me to seduce and feed on however so he also leaves after a song. He is a very good dancer at least so I am left smiling at the next man.
This man is quite handsome, I dance close with him for one song. The next song I dance closer going into full seduce mode. My hands travel up and down his body as I move with him getting as close as I dare. I am smiling at him when I feel his cock poking at me. A sensuous song comes on then, I back away a little and really seduce him. My body moves fluidly and provocatively settling low with a gentle rolling of my hips letting him peak at my bare pussy before going up slowly rolling my hips.
Most of the men on the dance floor have stopped dancing and are just staring at me, many of the women as well. I only have eyes for one, he very obviously has a tent in his pants when I dance closer putting my hand to his cock and stroking him a little right there. He is putty in my hands except his very hard cock, feeling a strong desire to get it inside of me I take his hand and walk to the bar for my purse.
Kegan smiles and waves when we exit the club, crossing the street takes a little while. Apparently this is a very well liked club I live across the street from. When we finally cross I am a little worried on the state of my apartment, I can not remember if black death was put away or not. It does not matter once the door is open he is kissing me and propelling us across the room to the bed. Getting me out of my clothes isn't even on the menu he simply gets me on the bed following after as soon as his pants are gone.
Glad that I was looking forward to having him inside of me I spread my legs and welcome him right in. With his large cock sliding in and out of me I wrap my legs around and start to move with him. Just loving the feel of him, he's almost as thick as Marie's I race him for an orgasm. His pistoning cock feeling so incredibly good, I can't help but entice him to move a little harder and faster.
He obliges me sending me spiraling faster and faster to my orgasm. I am right on the verge of it when he crashes into his, his hot fluids setting off my own I almost miss my chance to feed. I find that feeding while having an orgasm and being filled with hot fluids is an experience all its own. He collapses atop me when I finish, I hold him as he falls asleep, his fluids feeling hot and welcome inside of me. It is not long before I join him in sleep hoping that Marie is not the jealous sort. |
nifty | Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction by the author and written solely for enjoyment.
Hypnotized Foot Slave
"C'mon, Kirk. It'll be fun."
Karen Gibbons gave her younger brother a playful shove then poked him in the ribs trying to get him to lighten up. Kirk tried to suppress a smile and gave her a `knock it off' glare in return, but she could see that he was definitely coming around.
Karen was sitting at a corner table at Denny's, enjoying a late night coffee with her brother and her friend Claudette and Claudette's daughter Sandy after a movie at the Cinema 4 theater downtown. It was late, and Karen could tell that her brother was getting tired and wanted to go home, but she was still enjoying herself with the company of her best friends and wasn't quite ready to leave. They had gone to the restaurant after the movie, a usual ritual when the four of them got together, and they had been having fun sipping coffee and chatting for what seemed hours now-
"Are you scared, Kirk?"
Claudette smiled in a sly knowing way as she lit a cigarette, blowing smoke across the table at Kirk. Karen saw it and had to smile as well. Claudette was directing her attention on her brother, but Karen could see that she was keeping everyone at the table involved with a slight glance. Claudette knew how to work a crowd, certainly. She was a psychiatrist at the Harden Mental Institute outside of town and it was a part of her job to get to the root of a person's problems and inhibitions- to know how and what they thought. She used everything at her disposal, from her brains to her looks to the very way that she held herself in conversation. Claudette Martin was not beautiful by any means, mind, but she carried herself well. She was almost forty, and her hair was lightly streaked with gray but well styled and always in place. She wore little make-up, but always just enough it seemed. She was a bit average to put it mildly, but she wore clothes to accentuate her breasts and ass and legs, tonight a pair of tight black slacks, leather low-heeled pumps and a gray turtleneck sweater. Without looking Karen knew that Claudette had her legs crossed under the table and was casually swinging her foot brushing the toe of her shoe against Kirk's pant leg. Just a bit of flirting, but Karen knew that it was making her brother uncomfortable as he shifted slightly on the plastic seat of the booth.
"He looks scared," Sandy chuckled, tapping a cigarette of her own on the Formica tabletop. "He's startin' to sweat." They all laughed as Kirk shifted in his seat again and flushed red. Karen reached across the table and touched Sandy on the arm, smiling widely at her little joke, even though it was the truth. Sandy Martin smiled back and winked, and Karen felt her own skin warm in her cheeks.
Sandy was five years younger than she was at her own twenty-nine, but she still had a certain charm that occasionally got her hot. She was gorgeous certainly, with black curly hair and her mother's dark, Mediterranean complexion. She was in good shape too, which only made her more appealing, tall and fit with dreamy dark eyes. They had dated once not so long ago, despite the difference in their ages. It was on a lark really, and had not even started as a date per se. Karen and Claudette had been planning a double date actually with two doctors that Claudette knew from the area. Karen's date had cancelled at the last minute however, being on call, and Claudette had suggested that Sandy sit in on the foursome rather than Karen spend the night alone at home. It had only been dinner and maybe dancing originally, and Karen figured that she could call it an early night after hanging out with Sandy for awhile. It had not worked out that way.
Sandy Martin had been totally into Karen and a fun date besides. She was a marvelous dancer, and he had an endless line of stories from her time at college in New York City. She had been charming and sincere, and maybe Karen had had just a bit too much to drink, but one thing had led to another and the short date had turned into a long night on the town ending at her apartment. She had taken her best friend's daughter to her bed and she had been incredible! Sandy had known just what she wanted it seemed, just what she had needed, and Karen had returned in kind. It had been the best sex she had ever had, and she still remembered the night warmly. That had not been Karen's first lesbian encounter, and Karen did not think of herself as being gay, but bi with Sandy was definitely a possibility. Sandy knew how to lick her, every inch of her.
If only she was not so young. Too, she had no real job yet, having just graduated and taking a bit of a vacation after school. She was living with her mother for a time now, weighing her options, though potentially she had the world at her feet. She was intelligent and had received top marks at NYU Law School. She could have gotten a job with any law firm in Manhattan, but for some reason she chose to return home for a decidedly lesser career in their hometown. It was hardly New York with barely thirty thousand people, but that was just another point in her favor that she would give up the stardom for her home. She was a decent, real woman...
Just so young...
Karen sighed, taking a cigarette that Sandy offered and leaning forward for her to light it. She heard her brother cough, saw him wave his hands about to dispel the smoke as there were now three people at the table smoking. His face was twisted in disgust, and he looked as though he was about to start whining. She wished that her lazy, lay-about brother were more like Sandy Martin!
She looked at her brother seated beside her in the booth and rolled her eyes at the annoyed scowl that he was giving her. Kirk was a little dweeb sometimes, and she often wondered if maybe he had been adopted. They looked nothing alike really, beyond the shape of their noses that was similar and the sandy color of their hair. Where Karen was tall and curvy- at least three inches taller than her little brother's five-foot-seven- he was short and skinny. Karen worked out, her muscles toned and her legs long and strong from running. Kirk was slim and almost frail, his body practically straight as a board and almost girlish- like a twelve-year-old. Karen was not well endowed, like Claudette, but she was mammoth compared to her stick-like brother. She looked at him now and had to suppress another smile. With his long hair and slim face he almost looked like a little girl. Hell, with a bit of make-up-
"I'm not scared!"
Karen blinked to hear her brother's voice choking out a denial. He almost squeaked, rasping at the smoke billowing about him and she had to giggle. Sandy and Claudette laughed as well and simply blew more smoke in his direction, adding to his discomfort. Kirk glared, waving at the smoke but said nothing, taking it. Wimp!
"Then why won't you do it, Kirk?" Claudette smiled, raising her eyebrow at the younger man. She was almost twenty years older than the younger Gibbons, but Karen had seen the way that her brother glanced sidelong at her friend sometimes. He was eighteen, and at that age when any woman looked good to a point. Hell, she had caught him stealing glances at her a time or two as well as Sandy, and she knew that Claudette stirred something in him. He was still blushing.
"It's stupid!" he snapped, taking a sip of his coffee. "The movie was stupid! People can't be hypnotized like that."
Karen saw Claudette's smile widen at her brother's denial, but she had to admit that she probably agreed with him on that. The movie they had seen had been a crime thriller, and in the end it had turned out that the killer had been hypnotized by his wife and best friend to get him put away in jail so that they could inherit his fortune. The movie had been all right, but the plot had had a few holes in it. Karen had always heard that no one could be hypnotized to do anything against their true nature- and most times that included killing. Claudette disagreed, and said that anyone would do anything while hypnotized if the circumstances were right, including murder. Karen figured that Claudette knew what she was talking about as she often used hypnosis in her job. Karen had seen her friend in action, and wanted to believe her, but she still had her doubts.
"Yes they can," Claudette countered, her voice sure and steady. "I could hypnotize you to kill, if the conditions were right."
"No way!" Kirk objected, and Karen had to agree. She just could not picture her skinny little brother hurting anyone, let alone killing them. Still, she was intrigued-
"What do you mean by conditions, Claudette?" Karen asked, taking a long drag from her cigarette and following suit with her friends by blowing the smoke at her brother.
"Well, I probably couldn't make you kill anyone outright," Claudette said sipping at her own coffee, "but I could make you so dedicated that you would kill to protect me, and maybe even kill someone that you really, really hated. They say that hypnotized people won't go against their nature, and that's true to a point, but if the opportunity presents itself, well, you would do what you had to do while in a trance because not doing so would affect you even worse."
"What do you mean, Mom?" Sandy asked, suddenly interested and sitting a little straighter.
"Well, part of my job is to delve into the psyche of the allegedly criminally insane. I've put more than a few people under; thieves and rapists, wife-beaters, and what I do is implant suggestions that will get them to change their way of thinking. Just last week in fact I had the chance to prove that point. I was presented with a man that had beat his wife and put her in the hospital. In hopes of reducing his sentence he volunteered to be a subject for me, signing all the proper forms and agreeing to be hypnotized into changing his attitude. He was like you, Kirk. He didn't believe, but I soon changed his tune. I put him under- though he was a bit stubborn I'll admit. In the end however, I implanted the suggestion in his subconscious that if he ever raised his hand against a woman that he would double over in agonizing pain.
"After I brought him out I tested my theory and started to belittle him, insulting his manhood and life, and finally slapping him in the end. He had agreed to everything, remember? Well, as soon as he raised his hand, even to defend himself, he cried out and grabbed his stomach with cramps. He dropped to his knees in agony, moaning and crying for me to stop whatever I had done. The only way for him to ease the pain was to apologize to me- to actually beg my forgiveness. That was another suggestion I had implanted. I let him writhe around on the ground, watching him and laughing until he figured that out for himself. When he finally apologized and actually begged for me to forgive him he had been in intense pain for almost a quarter of an hour. He got the idea though."
"Damn, Mom," Sandy chuckled, "you're a bitch!" Claudette laughed. Karen glanced at her brother and saw that he was still sweating and looked even more uncomfortable after Claudette's story. She wondered if maybe Claudette was already trying to hypnotize her brother and wondered what she might do to help. It could be fun.
"C'mon, Kirk..." Karen said again, nudging her brother and rubbing his leg with her foot. She felt him shift again, but knew that he was considering. She changed her tactics. "Let her try. Just show her that you can't be hypnotized."
"Well..." Kirk hesitated, his gaze shifting about the table, then looking about the room. They had requested to be placed in a back, corner booth away from the rest of the patrons, as they tended to get loud at times. There were only a few people in the restaurant however, the closest a lone truck driver nursing a cup of coffee and reading a newspaper.
"You won't make me do anything stupid will you? Bark like a dog or cluck like a chicken? None of that shit!"
Claudette chuckled, chaining another cigarette to life. "You won't do anything that you don't want to Kirk. Your subconscious will protect you. See, in the case of the wife beater, he didn't really want to hit women. He knew that was wrong so it was easy to set him up against it. You don't want to bark like a dog, so your psyche won't let you. You'll only do what you think is right and proper."
Karen heard Sandy snigger, and wondered what the joke was. What did she know? Finally Kirk nodded-
"Okay," he sighed, trying to get comfortable. "What do I have to do?" Claudette smiled and started digging into her over-sized leather bag. She eventually produced her cigarette lighter and flicked it to life before setting it on the table. The flame flickered and wavered in the room's air conditioning, but the fire did not die.
"Just watch the flame, Kirk, and concentrate on my voice and what I say. Try to relax." Claudette looked about the room, "It's a bit bright in here, but if you watch the flame, the pretty flickering flame, it should be fine. Watch the flame, Kirk. Watch what I do..."
Claudette waved her hand above the Zippo's fire, flicking her fingers through the top of the flame making it waver and dance. "Watch the flame, Kirk, and relax. Think happy, calming thoughts. Can you do that for me?" Her voice was low and soothing, and Karen found it hard not to listen; though she did not want to fall under herself. She looked away from the lighter, watching her brother as he licked his lips and stared at the small, flickering fire. His blue eyes were wide but intense and Karen thought that he already seemed mesmerized.
"It's pretty isn't it? Look at the way it dances." Claudette wiggled her fingers in and out of the flame, her long nails shining in the light. Her hands were smooth and soft, her rings sparkling. "It's beautiful. So relaxing... You could watch the fire all night, couldn't you Kirk?" she asked, her voice soft and half singing, but her tone was like speaking to a child, short and simple.
"Yes..." Karen gasped to hear her brother's soft reply. He sounded half asleep already. Karen glanced up at Sandy and saw her grinning and wondered if she was doing so from personal experience. Had Claudette hypnotized her own daughter before?
"You love the flame. You love the way that it flickers and dances about. You love the way my pretty fingers control the flame. You love the way that it smokes, the way it roils up and about. The smoke makes you calm and relaxed. You love the smell of the smoke. You crave the smell of cigarettes, and lighters and smoke. It relaxes you. It makes you high, the smell, the cool flavor of smoke makes you relaxed and high and calm."
Claudette glanced aside at Sandy and then at Karen. Sandy took a deep drag from her cigarette, pursed her lips and blew the smoke right into Kirk's face. He did not cough at all, but rather inhaled deeply. Karen quickly followed suit, mimicking Sandy with a long, drawn out breath. Before long, Kirk was enshrouded in a billowing cloud of blue smoke, and Karen could see his head starting to droop, his eyelids fluttering. Oddly, he was smiling stupidly, like he was drunk.
"The smoke makes you high and calm," Claudette continued, adding her own cigarette smoke to the growing cloud. "You crave the smoke. You love the fire because it makes you feel good. You want to feel good. Everyone wants to feel good. You would do anything to feel good. You crave the smoke, BOY, and would do anything for anyone who made you feel so good by smoking, by sharing their smoke with you. The smoke calms you, and you want to be calm... relaxed... It makes you feel almost indebted and subservient, and you want to do anything for anyone who smokes and makes you feel so good to return the favor. Any woman! Any man! The smoke and flame relaxes you..."
Kirk's eyelids were drooping though he was struggling to watch the flame. His attention wavered, following Claudette's other hand as she waved a cigarette about, taking a long, slow drag, blowing smoke, and flicking her ash away. Too he watched Sandy and Karen as they joined in. He was split three ways, watching the three cigarettes dance about in the air over the table, circling the flaming Zippo.
"You feel so good now. Relaxed... Indebted... You love us don't you, because we make you feel so good? Sandy and I, and your sister? We smoke, and we make you feel relaxed. You feel so calm. You could probably just nod off if we would stop talking. You want to, don't you boy? You're so calm now that you just want to sleep."
Kirk tried to answer, but in the end simply nodded, trying to keep his eyes open and watching the flame and cigarettes. His eyelids were almost closed, and his head was bobbing on his shoulders.
"You can sleep if you want. You trust us, Kirk, and you know that if you want to just go to sleep you can. Go ahead, boy. Sleep...
"Sleep..."
Kirk's head nodded forward, his chin resting on his chest. Karen placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back against the seat, afraid that he would fall forward and crack his head on the table. His head lolled back as he started to snore, his mouth hanging open.
"Wow" Karen gasped, looking at her now-slumbering brother. "Is he out?" she asked, looking at Claudette as she closed up her lighter and slipped it back into her bag. She knew the answer already, just looking at Kirk.
"Totally. He's under and ready to do whatever we tell him," she stared at Kirk, "aren't you, Kirk?"
"Yes..."
Karen giggled to hear her brother's low, monotone response. His eyes were closed but his head bobbed back up as Claudette addressed him.
"Kirk..." she started, blowing smoke from her cigarette at him, "Boy... You don't mind if I call you `boy' do you?"
"No..."
"It's just a term of affection, really. It just means I like you. I've given you a pet name. Boy... Say it back."
"Boy," Kirk responded, and Karen had to stifle a giggle. He almost sounded like a little boy.
"I know you trust me," Claudette continued, "but I want you to respect me as well. You do respect me don't you? I'm a doctor after all, and everyone respects doctors and lawyers. And I'm older than you, and everyone should respect their elders, even if the age is only a few years or even days."
"Yes..."
Claudette smiled. "Then I want you to address me as Ma'am to show your respect from now on. Even after you wake up you will show me the respect that I deserve and you will address me as Ma'am. I am better than you are after all. I'm a doctor, and your elder, and a woman too, and you were brought up to respect women I know. I'm a woman and I deserve to be spoken to with the proper respect. Isn't that right?"
"Yes... Ma'am..."
"Good, boy." Claudette smiled, chaining yet another cigarette to life. Karen saw Sandy do the same, and when she handed her another, she did as well.
"Very good. But it would be better if you addressed everyone as Ma'am or Sir. After all, Karen is your elder and your better as well. She's an office manager and commands many people at her job. Her subordinates respect her as their boss and as a woman. She deserves to be called Ma'am too. And Sandy as well. She is obviously better than you are! She's older and stronger and better looking. She's a lawyer, obviously your better. From now on you will call her Miss, and Karen and I- any woman that speaks to you for that matter- you will answer with a respectful `Ma'am'. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am..."
Karen felt herself getting damp and warm between her legs to see her brother answering Claudette so respectfully. She had to bite her lip to keep from laughing outloud, afraid that she might break the spell that held her brother in thrall. Claudette simply smiled.
"Anyone who smokes is your better, and you want to show them the respect that they deserve too, because they make you feel so good. In fact, you will do whatever they ask just to please them, they are so much better than you. You will feel small and inadequate before people who smoke. They are cool and superior, and you are low and beneath them. When someone is smoking in your presence, you will want to do whatever you can to make them happy. The sight of their cigarette will be like a phallus to you, and you will worship whoever smokes before you. You will show them utter respect and answer their questions and do what they say without hesitation. Smoking makes you hot, and horny, and hard. You will crave release when you see someone smoking, but know that you won't get it until you do as they say. No matter what they say, you will do it. It is your purpose in life now to make smokers happy. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am!"
Karen was surprised at her brother's quickening responses. The more Claudette spoke it seemed, the deeper Kirk went under. All the while Claudette and Sandy were blowing smoke about Kirk, and Karen too. She could see that he was almost in ecstasy, and a quick glance at his crotch showed that he was getting hard as well. Claudette glanced at her daughter, nodding slightly and Sandy leaned forward-
"Do you respect me, Kirk?" She took a drag on her cigarette, working the butt in and out of her full lips and Kirk almost seemed to whimper.
"Yes, Miss..."
"And what about me, Kirk?" Karen chimed in, almost giddy with the game. "Do you respect me too?"
"Yes, Ma'am..."
"Damn..."
Karen leaned back in the booth and took a long drag from her cigarette. Her heart was racing, and she felt warm under her arms and between her legs. She was sure that there was a damp spot showing in her own crotch. She glanced across the table at Claudette, but her friend simply smiled conceitedly and tapped ash into the glass tray on the table.
"Told you." She smiled even wider, her gaze drifting momentarily to her daughter. Sandy was staring at Kirk, and Karen could see her wheels turning as she smiled, biting on her lower lip.
"Makes me wonder what you did to me when you had me under, Mom," she said suppressing a giggle. Karen felt a quick tingle shoot down her spine to hear Sandy's sweet chiming laugh.
Claudette laughed. "You, my darling daughter, I just gave direction. I wanted you to excel in school, and you did." Sandy shrugged, but she returned her mother's contagious smile, a twinkle in her eyes.
Karen puffed on her cigarette, taking a long hard look at her entranced brother again before turning back to Claudette. "So, I guess you better wake him up again."
"Why?" Claudette asked, looking to the young man. "He's not complaining."
"Well, you proved your point. Not that he'll remember when you wake him up."
"He'll remember whatever I want him to remember. All of it, or nothing, or anything in between."
"Really?" Karen asked, her eyes growing wide. Claudette nodded.
"It's true, if I just woke him now he'd remember nothing like he'd been asleep. It'd be like a dream that he couldn't quite recall. If I tell him otherwise though, he'll remember everything, or whatever I tell him. He's like a sculptor's lump of clay right now. I just have to mold him. Watch..."
"Kirk?" Claudette asked, no longer even relying on the cigarette to get the attention she wanted. Karen realized that her brother was totally enthralled.
"Boy?" Claudette repeated softly, using his new `pet' name. "Can you hear me?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. I'm going to wake you soon, but I want you to remember a few things first. Understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good." Claudette turned to Karen; "You need to use positive reinforcement as you're laying suggestions. Like a dog, praise helps them to remember." Claudette turned back to Kirk.
"Kirk. You respect us, I know. You respect us because we smoke, and we are cooler than you are, better than you. But I want you to know that EVERYONE is better than you are! You will show everyone respect, because you are the least, the lowest person on the face of the Earth."
Karen gasped and reached towards Claudette, but her friend pulled back and shook her head. Sandy reached out and gently grasped Karen's hand, whispering-
"Wait..."
Karen hesitated, watching, waiting to see what would happen next.
"You will show respect to everyone! You will respond `Ma'am' or `Sir' to everyone who says anything to you. Anyone! If a bum on the street asks you for change you will say `Yes, Sir' and give him all your money. Because he is better than you are! If someone asks you directions you will stop what you are doing and lead them where they want to go. If someone asks for help you will do all that you can to make them happy, no matter what, whatever they want "
"No!" Karen leaned forward again. This was going too far! It was too much! Claudette was turning her brother into... into...
A slave!
Karen licked her lips at the thought. She hesitated, imagining her brother doing whatever she asked without the back talk, without any hesitation. And not just her, by what Claudette was saying, he would now obey everyone; their parents, her friends and neighbors, even a stranger on the street. She felt her panties getting damp as she thought about it, and heard Sandy chuckling-
"Yeah, you like that don't you?" Sandy whispered as she leaned in across the table. She was smiling, and Karen did her best not to smile as well.
"It's not right... " she said, but she could hear that her voice lacked conviction.
"No, it's not." Sandy shrugged, flipping her hair back over her shoulder. "But it'll be fun."
"Do you understand?" Claudette continued, ignoring the conversation going on across the table. Kirk was staring blankly at Claudette, his cock pressing into his jeans Karen saw. She had reinforced that helping others and serving others would excite him, and apparently just listening to her say that was getting him more and more erect.
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. I'm going to wake you in a moment, but when you wake up I want you to remember that I was able to hypnotize you, and that will make you humble, knowing that I was right and you were wrong. You'll remember every command I've given you, but not in your conscious mind. You will do all I've said, willingly and slavishly, but you will not balk. It might seem wrong, and it may be embarrassing, even humiliating, but not doing it will be even worse. No matter what you are told to do- no matter how degrading- you will do it, and though it might make you wonder, you will hurt if you try not to carry out your orders. You will feel pain, and be miserable until you comply.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Good. Now remember your triggers, and when I count to three you will wake up, knowing that I hypnotized you and extremely sorry that you doubted my abilities even though you do not remember anything that happened while you were out...
"One...
"Two...
"Three!"
Karen watched with excitement as Kirk Gibbons blinked and looked around the table between his her and their two friends. They were all staring at him and smiling, Karen especially, wide-eyed and speechless at the look on his face. When he looked at Claudette she saw a blush of embarrassment color his cheeks. She knew that he felt the need to apologize for ever doubting her abilities as a hypnotist, but was finding it hard to do so.
"Claudette..." he squeaked, the skin on his arms raising goosebumps as the shame washed through his body. Oddly too, Karen saw him getting hard as he tried to look at Claudette and hold eye contact. He couldn't, and looked at the smoldering cigarette between her fingers instead.
"Claudette, Ma'am, I'm sorry. You were right, and easily hypnotized me. I feel so low and stupid for doubting you." Claudette laughed lightly, waving away his apology with her cigarette.
"That's okay, Kirk. I get that from better men than you." Kirk felt small at what she said and hung his head in shame. Karen watched in awe, her eyes growing wider to see her brother behaving so meekly and subserviently. He was acting like a pussy, and it was all Claudette's idea.
"No doubts now?" she asked, and Kirk stared at her for a moment.
"No, Ma'am." Karen felt her brother shiver as he hung his head again. He could not seem to look any of them in the eyes. Had Claudette told him that as well, or was that something that naturally came to mind, something that was in his nature? Claudette smiled, directing her attention to Karen with a sly wink.
"Kirk?" she said, and Karen saw her brother focus on her friend, hanging on her every word. "I seem to have dropped a French fry under the table..." Karen glanced down, wondering. None of them had ordered any food, but there was a dirty French fry on the filthy tiled floor near Claudette's feet. Karen looked back to her friend.
"Could you get it for me, please?"
"Yes, Ma'am."
Karen watched, dumbfounded as her brother twisted about, trying to grope for the French fry that was out of his reach under the table. She looked at Claudette, wondering what was next, though she suspected upon seeing her friend's wicked grin.
"Go ahead and crawl under the table, Kirk. Get the French fry, there's a good boy."
Kirk seemed to shudder at the word `boy', but as Karen watched, without hesitation her brother slipped down beneath the table onto his hands and knees. Karen scrunched back into her seat, trying to watch and saw her brother reaching for the French fry beside the toe of Claudette's foot. He almost had it, but at the last moment her friend shifted her foot and brought it down atop the old, stale fry, mashing it into the floor.
"Oops..." Claudette sniggered, "I'm sorry, Kirk. Thanks anyway, but I don't want it now. You can have it."
Karen watched as Claudette recrossed her legs and twisted her foot so that the sole of her black pump was facing Kirk squarely. She could see the dirty, mashed French fry smeared on the bottom of her friend's shoe. Kirk stared at it for just a moment, as though considering what to do. His nose wrinkled, no doubt from the smell coming from Claudette's foot dangling so close to his face, but too she saw a wince of pain wash across his features. Finally, though slowly, he leaned in and started to lick the mashed and filthy fry from the bottom of Claudette's shoe. Claudette and Sandy laughed out loud, and Karen could not help but giggle herself, covering her mouth to suppress her own laughter. Her little brother just looked so pathetic
"Can I get you folks somethin' else?"
Karen squeaked, jumping slightly as she looked up to see their Denny's waitress standing at their table, steaming coffeepot in hand. She was a cute woman, younger than Karen, and probably Sandy as well. She was dressed in the typical Denny's uniform of brown and orange skirt and blouse with a darker brown apron and black loafers on her feet. She looked frazzled and tired though, her blonde hair out of place with loose strands escaping her ponytail and bags under her deep blue eyes. Claudette and Sandy looked up as well, but neither seemed surprised or worried at her sudden appearance. Karen glanced back beneath the table and saw her brother oblivious, still scraping mashed potato from the sole of Claudette's shoe with his teeth and tongue.
"I don't think so." Claudette said, holding her hand over her coffee cup. "Just the check." The waitress smiled, pulling her check pad from her apron pocket and adding up the total. She glanced at the empty space where Kirk had been just moments before.
"There were four of you right?" she asked, looking at the half empty cup in Kirk's empty place at the table.
"Yeah," Sandy said with a smirk. "He's under the table licking dirt off the bottom of my mother's shoe."
Karen moaned, sure that the young woman would run off and call the police, but she did not seem disturbed. Karen imagined she had seen a lot, working the late shift at the restaurant. Still, the waitress gave Sandy a queer look and a twisted smile of doubt as she stepped back and peered under the table. Karen had to laugh to see the woman's eyes grow wide.
"Oh my god!" she squealed backing up another step. "He- he really is... he's licking your shoes!" Claudette laughed.
"Yeah. My shoes got a bit dirty and Kirk was nice enough to volunteer to clean them for me. Wasn't that sweet?" Claudette grinned, and Karen saw her tap her brother in the cheek with the side of her shoe. "He'll clean yours if you like... Jeanie." Claudette read the name from the plastic tag pinned on the girl's lapel. "Would you like that?"
"I..."
The young woman blinked, and Karen was afraid that she might faint, but she didn't. Surprisingly she held her ground as Kirk scrambled out from beneath the table and started to kiss and lick the woman's loafers at Claudette's command. The suggestions that Claudette had planted had taken hold, and he seemed to know his new, lower station in life. Still, the waitress gasped.
"Jesus..." she said, and Karen could see that she was torn between enjoying the attention and running away. She stared curiously as Kirk leaned in, lapping at the soft leather of her loafers, breathing deeply what had to be a pungent aroma. Karen could not imagine how bad the younger woman's feet must smell. Her shoes looked old and worn, and Jeanie looked to be on the last legs of her shift. She musty have been walking around in god knows what in her loafers for hours. Still, Kirk licked frantically, trying desperately to please as the woman pulled her foot back, making him inadvertently crawl after her. Claudette and Sandy laughed, and soon enough Karen found herself joining in. Before long though, the woman kicked at him, thumping Kirk in the nose and cheek to make him back off.
"That's enough! Stop it! Jesus! What is he, some sicko freak?" The waitress stared at Kirk as he stopped licking but stayed prostrate, bowing at her feet. "I- I have to get back to work." The waitress blushed, ripping the check from her pad and tossing it to the table before hurrying off. Karen looked down at her brother still snuffling about the floor like a pig in heat. It was disgusting... exciting!
"Make him stop!" Karen snapped, looking up at Claudette, and her friend simply shrugged.
"Okay, Karen. Calm down." She turned, smiling at the young man down on the floor on his hands and knees.
"Kirk?" Karen saw her brother stiffen at her friend's voice, though he stayed on all fours. "That's enough, boy. Come back to us."
Slowly Kirk stood and turned, sliding back into the booth. His face was filthy from the dirt of the floor and the shoes he had tongued clean, as well as beet red from embarrassment, apparently. If he remembered what he had just done, he said nothing and simply hung his head in shame. Karen could not help but feel excited by what she had just witnessed, but in turn she also felt a shock of pity for her brother. What had they done to him?
"Pay the bill, Kirk," Sandy said as she stood and helped his mother into her light blazer. Karen watched as Kirk took out his wallet and dropped almost eighty dollars onto the tabletop. Quite a tip for almost three hours and a few cups of coffee, not to mention a shoe shine. Karen scooped up three twenties as she grabbed her purse and left the booth, following her friends, Kirk following a few steps behind. She planned to return the money to her brother later. Really she did.
***
The drive home was quiet for the most part, most of the way. Karen glanced nervously at her brother from the driver's seat, but he said nothing and simply kept his head bowed. He seemed tired and embarrassed, and she wondered just how much of what had happened at the restaurant he actually remembered.
Claudette had assured her that Kirk would be fine as they said their good byes in the Denny's parking lot. It had been dark and deserted, a chilly breeze rustling the papers and dust about the blacktop while they all huddled together and talked. Well, Karen, Claudette and Sandy spoke; Kirk had simply stood to one side, almost at attention as though awaiting orders. It had bothered Karen to see him that way, but she still felt hot over it as well. The power and control was exciting her, but she had to put a stop to it.
"I want you to change him back," she had said, and Claudette and Sandy simply chuckled. "It's not right!"
"He's fine, Karen. Really." Claudette took a slow drag off of another cigarette and grinned to see Kirk lick his lips. "He's just more helpful now. More respectful. How many times have you told me what a brat he was? Now he'll do whatever you say, no questions asked."
"But," Karen hesitated, looking at Kirk. He seemed to be almost squirming as the cigarette smoke drifted past him. He was sweating. "He's not like my brother now. He's like some robot or something. I don't like it!"
"Sure you do." Sandy said, stepping up beside Kirk and putting an arm around his shoulders. "I was watching you, Karen. You were lovin' it. You almost came when he was lickin' my mom's shoes, and the waitress'. You wanted him to do yours."
"No..." Karen denied it, but she could hear her voice waver. Was Sandy right? Did she really want her brother to be a robot? Her robot?
"Look, Karen," Claudette said, "Let it go for awhile. A few days maybe, then see what you want. You'll see that he's still your brother, just minus the snotty bad habits. He'll show you respect, and do whatever you say. Let him do some chores or something. You'll both love it. You'll see."
"I don't know..." Karen hesitated, but found herself digging through her purse for her car keys. Apparently it was decided. She supposed a few days would not hurt.
"There won't be any permanent damage will there? You'll be able to change him back after even a few days?"
Claudette chuckled. "I could take him out after a few years, Karen. Just put him back under and remove the suggestions." Claudette raised an expectant eyebrow, waiting for Karen's response, knowing that there was no doubt.
"Okay." Karen sighed in final agreement as she found her keys. "Just for a few days then."
"'Til next weekend?" Sandy suggested. "We can get together again and you can decide. I bet I know what you'll say though."
Karen smirked, climbing into her car as Sandy held the door for her. "I doubt that. But one week then. Then we'll get together." Sandy closed the door and Karen rolled down the window as her brother had gotten into the passenger's side.
"Go with it Karen," Sandy said with a smile. "You might even enjoy it." Karen started the car.
"I'll try, but I doubt I'll like it."
They had said good bye and now Karen was regretting her decision. Kirk looked so pathetic sitting there quietly, his head bowed. He looked nothing like a real man now, even less than before. He looked as low as she knew that he had been told to feel. She had to do something. She had to try and get him back to normal before she got him home. God, what would their mother think?
Their father had died when Kirk was just five years old. Kirk barely remembered him, and ever since their mother had managed both parental roles. And done a fairly good job of it, Karen had to admit. Neither of the Gibbons kids had turned out badly, though Kirk had yet to get motivated at choosing a career or college now that he was out of school. He had taken a part-time job at a local Safeway for some summer spending money, but had been laid off just the week before due to slow times. She suspected that the eighty dollars he had tossed on the table was all the money he had left until he found something else. Their mother would let him slide of course, so long as he helped out around the house while she was at work. She was pretty easy going that way. She would definitely freak though if Kirk suddenly dropped to his knees and started to kiss her feet.
Karen chuckled at the image that popped into her head. There mother Janice was almost fifty, but still really good looking in a motherly kind of way. Her hair was grayish brown, but she stayed active and was healthy.
Karen slowed the car at a stoplight and turned to her brother. He was still staring at the floor at his feet. She cleared her throat
"Kirk?"
Her brother turned his head and their eyes met for a split second before he quickly averted his gaze, staring down again.
"Yes, Ma'am?" he whispered, and Karen sagged. She liked the respectful tone of his voice, but it just was not right somehow. It felt weird.
"Kirk," she continued, her own voice wavering. She was nervous, and unconsciously digging through her purse for a cigarette. Before she even realized what she was doing she had one between her lips and lit. She saw her brother inhaling deeply as the pale blue smoke drifted past him. Maybe that was the key. He would do anything for a smoker, Claudette had told him. Maybe he would act normally again if she told him while blowing smoke in his face.
The blare of a horn from behind jerked her from her train of thought. The traffic light had turned green, so Karen rolled the car slowly forward and towards the curb where she put it in park. After the car behind sped past, she turned to her brother again.
"Kirk, when I get you home I want you to act normally," she said. She took a long drag off of her Newport and slowly blew the smoke into her brother's face. His stupid smile grew, and she knew that he was becoming high, and hopefully more suggestive. "I want you to be like you were before tonight. I want you to be my normal little brother again."
"Yes, Ma'am..." he whispered, his voice slurred.
This was going to be harder than she thought...
It had taken Karen almost thirty minutes to talk her brother back, but even then she was not sure if he was totally reverted. For the longest time he had kept addressing her as Ma'am, even after she told him not to. It was only when she told him that that did not make her happy that it stopped, and it was then that she knew the key.
She was not Claudette, and had no idea what she was doing really, but she had to try. The best bet was simply to imitate what Claudette had done and said; speaking slowly down at him, reinforcing her words over and over and keeping him in his cigarette-smoke high. After awhile he seemed to stop looking at the floor, and before long he sat a little bit straighter.
Finally, when she thought she had it right, Karen lit a last cigarette and blew the smoke at her brother. She bit her lip as he seemed to stiffen for a moment, his eyes glazing over, but then he reached up and knuckled his eye. He turned to her, scowling.
"Don't blow smoke in my face!" he snapped. "You know I hate that!"
He rubbed at his eyes and Karen had to smile. That was the Kirk she knew. That was her brother.
"Sorry..." she apologized and stubbed the cigarette out in the car's ashtray. Kirk rolled down the window all the way as she put the car back into drive and rolled back into the street. He was breathing deeply, head high and ignoring her.
"Could you close the window, Kirk? It's a little chilly."
"In a minute."
Karen stifled a giggle. Her brother was back.
Kirk woke with a shudder at the strange sound. He sat bolt upright, instantly regretting it as his head started to spin. He felt tired and weak and wondered just what he had drank the night before. He felt as though he had a hangover, but he couldn't remember having a single drop of alcohol.
In fact, he could not remember much of anything from the night before. He recalled he and his sister meeting up with her friend Claudette and her stuck up daughter, Sandy at the theater. He remembered the stupid movie they had seen, and how much he had hated it. It had seemed farfetched and unbelievable at the time. But later at Denny's...
It seemed as though Claudette had changed his opinions of hypnosis while they had been at the restaurant, though he could not really recall what she had said to change his mind. The evening after the movie was a blur to him now, just little snatches of imagery springing forth in his mind. His head was fuzzy though, and the images were strange and in no real order. Cigarettes and smells, feet and a lot of smoke...
It was odd.
"Kirk!"
He heard his mother's voice as she knocked on his bedroom door again. That was what had woke him up, too early apparently. His head was swimming and his mouth felt dirty for some reason. He couldn't imagine how his breath must smell.
"Kirk... time to get up. It's after ten, son..."
Kirk Gibbons heard the knob of the door rattle as his mother pushed it open a crack and peered inside. She was still dressed in her long, pink fleece housecoat with her shoulder length hair pulled back into a loose tail. She had probably been up for an hour or two but had not taken the time to get dressed yet. Kirk could smell coffee though, and something else that had burned on the stove. He smelled smoke.
"Breakfast's on the table, so get out of bed and come eat before it gets cold."
"Yes, Ma'am."
Kirk saw his mother blink, and then smile widely. She looked pretty, smiling like that.
"Ma'am? My goodness..." she chuckled, a slight blush rising in her cheek. "So respectful. What a good boy."
Kirk stiffened and stared at his mother for a moment. She was not just pretty, she was beautiful. So much better than him. He was ugly compared to her. Ugly and small. He had to look away, down.
"Hurry up now!" she said, a happy order, and pulled the door closed again. Kirk could hear her padding away from his room and quickly climbed out of bed to comply. He felt stiff, and he swayed for just a moment as his head struggled to clear. He did not want to keep his mother waiting, but he did not want to look more the fool to her by staggering out into her presence.
He glanced in the mirror and saw his image reflected, frowning. He was ugly, a skinny little boy with barely any shape to his flat, girlish body. Even his hair, a dirty, dishwater brown was straggly and dull. He noted that he had a raging hard on however, poking up a tent in his skimpy bikini briefs that he normally wore to bed. It was bulging, but he knew how tiny it actually was; barely four inches at most. That was why he wore the tiny shorts, to make it seem bigger. Staring at it now, at his reflection he just seemed tiny and insignificant, and he almost seemed to be dwindling in the mirror. He felt like a bug. A worm...
His mother was waiting though, and he had to hurry. He reached for his clothes piled on his desk chair, but hesitated. His mother had not told him to dress, just to hurry. It seemed wrong to be going out to breakfast in his underwear, but his mother knew best. She was a woman after all, and his mother! She was better than him...
Janice Gibbons was sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper by the time she finally heard her son's bedroom door open and close. She sighed, taking a sip of coffee as she wished that Kirk would not stay out so late at night. It was the weekend she knew, and he was an adult, but she wanted him at home if he was going to be living here indefinitely. Her house, thus, her rules.
Kirk was a good boy, a good son, but he just always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder. He could not hold a job, and she feared now that he was no longer even trying to find one. She supposed that he was resentful as his sister had done so much better for herself. Karen had a good job and a big apartment across town. Her own car too, and money to burn it seemed.
She supposed that Kirk was jealous to a point, and probably feeling inadequate as well. There had always been a sort of rivalry between the siblings, and it seemed- at least for the moment- Karen had finally won.
As a result however, Kirk was snappish and snotty at times and almost always in a foul mood. No job, living at home with Mommy, no car, no girlfriend, no self esteem...
Janice sighed. It would probably make her crazy as well. Maybe she should have Gerald talk to him again when he got home next weekend. It never seemed to help, but
Janice put on a smile and looked up as her son's shadow fell across the table. Her smile quickly fell away however, as she felt her mouth go slack and her eyes grow wide. She gasped, trying to speak but the words choked in her throat.
Kirk was standing beside the table dressed only in the tiny bikini briefs that she knew he wore to bed at night. They left little to the imagination, and though she had seen her son naked before, it had been many years.
She looked the young man up and down in astonishment. She could not imagine what had spurred him to come to the table almost naked. She tried not to look, but her eyes naturally drifted to her son's crotch. She felt herself blush as she stared. She knew that her son was not well endowed, but what he had between his legs was standing at full attention and poking out against the soft fabric of his briefs. It was tiny actually, barely four inches, but in his current state of undress, hard to miss.
Janice looked away, trying her best not to stare. She looked at her son's face, but found him staring at the floor, breathing heavily. His skin was splotchy red, and he could not seem to meet her gaze. He was just as embarrassed as she was apparently. Why had he done this then?
Janice was shaking as she tried to regain her composure. She reached for a cigarette and heard the slightest moan from her son as she lit it. He was staring intently at the cigarette in her mouth now as she waved her match out. She exhaled and saw Kirk quiver as he breathed in the smoke. He hated cigarette smoke...
"Kirk..." she finally managed to squeak out after a few long, calming drags. Kirk was swaying now she noted, looking almost high as he sniffed the air deeply. He had a stupid, sheepish grin on his face and his hard on was still raging.
"Kirk," she began again, more firmly, "what's going on? Why didn't you get dressed?" He seemed to think for a moment.
"I'm sorry, Ma'am..." he whispered. His voice seemed sad, almost hurt. "You didn't tell me to get dressed. You said to hurry."
Janice blinked. That was true, she supposed. But still...
"But Kirk," she scolded, "you don't come to the table in your underwear. It's not right. I'm your mother for God's sake!"
Kirk hung his head with a frown. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."
He almost seemed ready to cry. She had not been that harsh, but he was trembling and his skin was blotching pink. He was ashamed.
"It's okay, Kirk," she said, trying to keep her voice calm. There was obviously something wrong. She had to just go with it, and find out what. "What's done is done. Just don't do it again. You gave me quite a start."
"Yes, Ma'am. I'm sorry."
Janice stared at her son again for a moment. He still had not made a move to sit and eat. It was as though he was waiting for her to give him permission. She had never heard him sound so apologetic, even when he had done something really bad. He had broken one of her favorite vases when he was younger, and it had taken all of his will to say he was sorry then, after denying it for a day or two. She had spanked him and grounded him in the past, but could not remember him ever being so...
So...
Wimpish... submissive...
"Kirk," she said again, looking squarely at his face. He could not meet her gaze but kept staring at the floor. "Are you feeling all right? Are you hungry? The oatmeal's a little burnt, but it's still good. You need to eat."
"Yes, Ma'am."
"Well then sit down and eat." Janice smiled, trying to take it all in stride. Maybe it was some joke. A lost bet or something that Karen put him up to. She smirked, shaking her head. That had to be it. Well, she could play along then.
"Unless you're planning on eating it off of the floor like a dog." Janice laughed, "The way you're acting this morning, I wouldn't put it past "
Janice gasped as her son picked up the bowl of oatmeal and dropped to his hands and knees at her feet. Her eyes grew wide as he bent low, putting his face into the bowl and started licking and snuffling like a famished pig.
Or a dog...
He was acting just like a dog just as she had suggested. It had been a joke of course. She had not imagined that he would actually want to eat his food on his hands and knees at her feet, yet there he was. It was ridiculous... horrible!
Yet for some reason Janice could not take her eyes from her son. He was licking, crawling about and following the bowl as he pushed it about on the floor trying to get at the food with his tongue. His bikini-clad butt was high in the air, wagging almost, wiggling about like he had a tail. It was almost obscene, but Janice stared transfixed, unable to tear her gaze away.
This was more than some joke. Kirk had to be humiliated beyond belief, and she could see reddish patches all over his skin that betrayed that truth. Still, he did not stop. Why was he doing this? What had come over him that would make him act so strangely, and before his very mother?
Still Janice watched, fascinated with how hard he was trying to clean the bowl. Almost as though he was trying to please her by eating every bite. He was nosing the bowl forward, closer and closer to her feet while she watched, trying to get at more of it. The bowl suddenly tipped as it bumped into the edge of her feet and Kirk gasped as a sloppy glop of the oatmeal spilled out onto her feet and toes. He glanced up apologetically, and Janice almost gasped. Was that fear in his eyes?
She started to reach for a napkin to wipe her foot clean when her son shocked her even further. She finally did gasp as, with a whimper of shame, Kirk leaned forward and started to lick her foot clean of the mess that he had made.
His tongue was hot and slick, almost slimy, and Janice's first instinct was to giggle as it tickled to feel his licking. She held it in though, her mouth twitching from smile to tight-lipped frown as she watched her son lick her foot, lick her toes. It tickled, and Janice felt it all the way up her leg. She shivered and more. She felt a warmth suddenly between her legs.
"Oh god..."
Her eyes grew wide as she realized that her son's ministrations were getting her excited. She felt an old, half-forgotten tingle in her loins that had been absent for years. She loved her sometimes, on again off again boyfriend, Gerald of course, but it had been a long time since he had last stimulated her, or even excited her in the slightest way. She thought that she was just getting too old, but now she was feeling warm and damp between her legs. Her skin was tingling, and it just got worse the more she stared at her groveling son.
"Oh... god..."
It was too much! It was wrong! Her son was getting her hot, and she was letting him!
"No!"
Janice kicked him away with her foot, smacking Kirk right in the nose. He yelped and whimpered- just like a dog- but he did stop at her command, scrabbling back on all fours a few short steps. He stayed on his hands and knees however, and she noticed that he kept his head down to the floor. His body was shaking too, almost as though he was trying to keep from crying.
Janice collapsed back into her chair, breathing hard and totally dumbfounded. She had absolutely no idea what was going on or what to do about it. There was nothing in mothering to prepare her for this. Janice took deep breaths as she thought, watching her son as he bowed down before her. She didn't know what to say.
In the end, she reached for a cigarette...
It was almost noon before Karen finally pulled her car into the driveway of her mother's house. She rolled the car to a stop beside her mother's Volvo and gunned the engine a bit before shutting down. It had been rattling again, and she feared that it was on its last legs. She glanced enviously to the side at her mother's still fairly new car and sighed. It seemed she would never be so well off.
Still, she was glad to see the other car in the driveway. That meant that her mother was at home, and more importantly that Kirk was as well. Karen Gibbons thought that she had talked her brother down from the `fun' of the previous night, but she still had some reservations. She had not been certain that she had been able to undo what Claudette had mischievously done to Kirk, and as a result she had hardly slept at all that night.
Karen dropped her keys into her purse and sidled out of the car. She immediately felt the heat of the day and was glad that she had opted for shorts and a tanktop, as there were already droplets of sweat forming between her breasts and under her arms. She hoped to be able to sit out in her mother's backyard for awhile today and get a jumpstart on her tan. She had a few loads of laundry to do, and it would be the perfect opportunity.
Karen folded the driver's seat forward and hefted the first of her three big bags out of the car's back seat. It was the smallest, but even it was heavy, and she was just so tired. One was enough for now, she would come back for the other two later. Or she could ask Kirk to get them.
Karen smiled, closing the car door and hefting her bag towards the front door. The night before, Kirk would have begged to fetch her bags for her, and probably would have done it on his hands and knees. She sighed. That was wrong of course, but the image of it still made her kind of excited.
"Mom! It's just me!" Karen called out as she stepped into the entryway. She was always happy to come home. She liked being out on her own of course, but her mother's house was always so cheerful it would always be home to her.
Karen glanced about the living room, dropping her laundry bag to the floor as she closed the door behind her. As always, the room was spotless and smelled fresh. The carpet was a plush shag of green underfoot, and the furniture; the long couch and easy chairs were dark burnt orange and looked too inviting. There were end tables arranged just so and potted plants here and there making everything warm and alive. Too her right she could see the kitchen table and television, beyond that the door to her old bedroom, now Kirk's. To her left was the hallway to her mom's room and what was now the workroom since Karen had moved and her brother took her old room. That way led to the bathroom and the cellar door as well. There was a bar top cut away into the wall dividing the living room and the kitchen straight ahead, and beyond that Karen could see the backyard with a few trees blooming in the distance. Karen sighed remembering all the happy times that she had had growing up here. It had not all been fun and games, but the good times certainly outweighed the bad.
"Mom?" she called out again, surprised that her mother had not come to greet her yet. The television was on, so she was about somewhere. Maybe out back or...
Janice Gibbons came walking down the hall from the bathroom, one hand patting at her hair. She was dressed in white shorts and a dark blue shell tee shirt with leather flat casuals to match. She looked clean and fresh, her hair combed and just a bit of make-up on. She looked up as she entered the living room, almost gasping in shock to see Karen standing there.
"Oh!" she squeaked, and Karen noticed her mother's eyes quickly dart about the room, finally resting on the view to the kitchen. "Karen. I- I didn't hear you come in."
"Just got here, Mom." Karen stepped up and gave her mother a short kiss on the cheek. Karen could feel the tenseness in her mother even from the short contact. She wondered briefly what was the matter, but there was a gnawing in her stomach that made her suspect that she already knew. "I thought I'd do some laundry, if that's okay?"
Karen stepped away, looking about the house once more and felt her mother right on her heels.
"Of course..."
Karen turned to find her mother right behind her, but her gaze was fixed on the opening to the kitchen again. Karen followed her mother's gaze but saw nothing.
"Mom... Where's Kirk?"
"He's..."
Karen Gibbons heard the hesitation in her mother's voice and saw the older woman lick her lips. She was nervous... worried.
"Oh, god..."
Karen turned on her heel and dashed across the carpet towards the kitchen. The sound of her Dr. Scholl's slapping on the soles of her feet seemed to echo the hammering of her heartbeat and the rush of blood and adrenaline in her ears. She heard her mother right behind her.
"Karen! Wait!"
Karen rounded the corner and froze. She felt the blood drain from her face and her head started to spin. She was gasping for breath suddenly, and really thought that she might faint.
Kirk was in the kitchen, just as she thought he would be. He was not, however, in any condition that she might have expected. He was almost naked save for a skimpy, satiny pair of bikini briefs that left little to the imagination. His skin was pale and smooth, almost hairless, and from the back with his long hair he could have been mistaken for a girl. He was on his hands and knees, his tight ass waving in the air as he scrubbed at the tiles on the kitchen floor. Karen saw that he was using a toothbrush.
"Oh... my... god... "
Karen stared in shock, watching as her brother toiled away, scrubbing hard at some imaginary dirt or grime on the floor. He looked pathetic, naked on his hands and knees, little more than a drudge! A slave!
Karen sensed her mother right behind her, her breathing heavy in the suddenly eerie silence. The only other sound was the low murmur of the television and the scrape of the toothbrush on the tiled floor. She rounded on her mother, and saw the older woman staring at Kirk, her face a sad mix of worry and astonishment.
"Mom!" Karen shouted, trying to control herself. "How could you?" Her mother's face was ashen and she actually moved back a step at Karen's outburst. She looked more shocked that her daughter had yelled at her than that she had her son on his knees scrubbing floors.
"Karen..." she said in a shaky but soothing tone, "Calm down. It's not what you think."
"Not what I think? Well, what is it then?" Karen turned back to her brother and saw that he seemed to be scrubbing all the harder. She blinked, surprised that he had not even stopped to see what all the shouting was about.
"I- I don't know, really," her mother continued laying a hand on Karen's arm to pull her away, "but he wanted to."
He wanted too...
Karen felt the words sink in even as she felt her mother's gentle tug on her arm leading her away. She backed up and eventually followed, feeling tears welling up. What had they done?
They sat together on the couch, side by side. Her mother had not let go of Karen, and was in fact now grasping her hands. Janice Gibbons still looked a bit shocked, but she was trying to smile and hold up a good front. Karen sniffed.
"What happened?" Karen did not want to spill everything immediately. She could not imagine how angry her mother might get if she told how Claudette had hypnotized her brother, and how Karen had actually encouraged it. She never imagined though that it would get so far out of control.
"I honestly don't know," her mother started, reaching for a cigarette. Karen gasped; remembering that the smoke was a trigger but said nothing as her mother lit up.
"I woke him up for breakfast, same as always, and like every other morning it took him awhile to get going. I was already at the table when he came into the kitchen, but when I looked up he was, well, dressed like that. I was shocked to say the least, and I asked him what he was doing and he just said that I hadn't told him to get dressed. I scolded him then, but he just stood there and took it- no back talk or apologies at all. If anything he looked hurt that he'd made me upset. I thought he was going to cry."
Janice snorted, half-smiling as she took a long drag from her cigarette. Karen stared at her mother, at first not believing that she was so calm about it all, until she recalled her own reaction from the night before. She chewed her lower lip, finally reaching for her mother's pack of cigarettes herself.
"I finally decided what's done is done. Hell, I've seen him naked before. I told him to sit and eat, but he just stood there. I joked then, said something about him eating his breakfast from a bowl on the floor like a dog.
"He dropped right down and did just that. I couldn't believe it at first, and just sat there watching him. He was groveling, licking at the bowl and chasing it around at my feet when he tipped it over. He slopped oatmeal on my foot, and without missing a beat he started to lick it up."
Karen's heart was racing as she took a long drag from her cigarette. Her mother looked calm now, her eyes almost sparkling. Karen remembered Kirk licking the French fry off of Claudette's shoe, and then the waitress
"I had to get away. It was too much, so I shoved him back and ran for the bathroom. It was horrible, and I have to admit thrilling. God, it excited me to feel his tongue on my foot and my toes. I- "
"Mom!" Karen stared at her mother and saw her blush. She grinned however, and Karen felt the now familiar tingle between her legs. "Mom, he's your son!"
"I know..." Janice Gibbons. "I know, but Jesus, I'm still a woman. Certain things excite me, and that always has." Karen nodded, smiling slightly in understanding. That was something she never knew about her mother.
"I didn't know what else to do, so I got dressed. I needed the normalcy I suppose. I'd been in the bathroom almost twenty minutes by then and another ten after I ran into the bedroom. I didn't know what to expect. I thought he'd gone crazy! Finally though I crept back out and made my way back to the kitchen.
"He was still there, just as I'd left him, on his knees under the kitchen table. I just stared at him for a few minutes, hoping he'd do something, but he barely moved. He just sort of whimpered. When I finally got the courage to ask him what was going on he just started apologizing. Apologizing for getting up late, for spilling his food, for being bad in general, on and on... I didn't know what else to do so I forgave him. He sort of whimpered again and crawled over to my feet, thanking me over and over while sniffing and kissing my feet in my flats.
"I yelled at him then, told him to stop and we went right back to square one with him cringing on the floor at my feet."
Karen sighed, taking another cigarette. It was worse than she had thought. He seemed caught in some submissive role now. Something that her mother had said had reduced her brother to a footlicking slave. Claudette must have done it somehow, some code word, but Karen could not for the life of her remember what, or when she would have had the time to pull that off.
"I thought for a minute, then asked him what it was that he was trying to prove. I asked him what he wanted. He said that he was sorry again. Sorry for everything and that he wanted- no- needed to make amends for being so bad. He said that he was lower than me, beneath me. He kept saying that I was so much better than him. He wanted to make me happy, to please me. He was almost crying again, with his head on the floor and bowing down at me. It was weird, but a rush too. He was so respectful, calling me `Ma'am' over and over. Still, no matter what I said he wouldn't get up, or stop. Finally I thought that maybe if I went along with it that he'd get it out of his system. I told him to clean up the kitchen from breakfast as I hadn't had the chance yet, and he scrambled right off to do it with a `Yes, Ma'am'. I watched him for awhile, wondering what I should do, but he seemed happy at his work. Hell, he had an erection!"
Karen licked her lips imagining the scene. She remembered that Claudette had added that into his hypnosis. It would excite him to do things, to serve...
"I finally went and sat down to watch TV. I was hoping that he would eventually get bored and stop, but as you can see..." Janice shrugged, puffing on her cigarette. Karen followed suit, listening to the scrubbing noises coming from the kitchen. She bit down on her lip again, not knowing what to say. She supposed though that there was little she could do except fess up. She squeezed her mother's hand, wondering how, where to start?
"Mom..." she sighed, trying to get her courage up. "I need to tell you something..."
It took awhile for Karen to tell the story of the night before. She did not want to leave anything out or hide her part in it. She was as much to blame, even though it was actually Claudette that had done the deed. By the time she had finished the two women had smoked all of Janice's cigarettes and had started in on Karen's pack. They were both on edge, and though Karen knew that the smoke was a trigger and probably reinforcing her brother's hypnotic thralldom, she needed the nicotine fix.
She was just winding down her story, trying to explain how she had tried to set things right herself by talking her brother back in the car when Kirk came crawling into the room. He crawled right up to where the two women were sitting and bowed down before them with his head touching the floor near their feet. Karen pulled her feet back, but she noticed that her mother simply crossed her legs, her foot twirling above her brother's bowed head. And he was breathing deeply.
"What is it, son?"
"I'm finished, Ma'am," Kirk whispered, almost whimpered, his voice muffled slightly as he spoke into the carpet. "I hope I've done a good job. I'm sorry it took so long. I'm sorry. Please..."
"Shhh..." Janice cooed. "I'm sure you did fine." Karen stared wide-eyed as her mother slid one foot up under her brother's face and started rubbing the back of his head with the other. Immediately Kirk started to lick and kiss their mother's shoe.
"Mom!"
Janice Gibbons waved her daughter quiet. "He wants this, remember? It's the only thing that will calm him down. You said so yourself."
She lit another cigarette, watching her son grovel at her feet and Karen too was mesmerized. She could feel her panties getting damp.
"Well, obviously we need to call Claudette." Janice Gibbons extended her leg and laid it across her son's back and shoulders. She pulled the other foot away from him- to his whimpers- and crossed it over the other at the ankles. Karen gasped to see her mother using her brother as a footstool.
"She has to get him out of whatever spell she put on him. This is wrong!"
"Jeez, you think?"
Karen laughed despite herself. Her brother just looked so ridiculous. Still, she started digging through her bag for her cell phone. Once in hand she hit the speed dial to call her friend. After a few short rings, Claudette finally picked up.
"Hello... Claudette Martin speaking."
"Claudette. It's Karen."
"Karen. What a nice surprise. What can I do for you?"
"You know very well what you can `do for me'! You need to get over here right now and change my brother back to normal!"
"Karen... Calm down. What's wrong?"
"Wrong? He's crawling around on the floor like a dog! My mother's using him as a footstool!"
"Ha-hah! Sounds like he found his true calling."
"It's not funny!" Karen fumed. She could not believe how nonchalant Claudette was taking it. "You have to help him!"
"I thought we were going to give it a few days?"
"Yeah, but... It's too much!"
"Sounds like your mother doesn't think so."
"Claudette!"
"All right. Okay... I can't come out today though. I'm at the hospital, and I have a meeting with the directors in a few minutes, and then I have rounds. I'm on call here until midnight, but I can stop by tomorrow."
"That's no good! This has to stop!"
"Well, I might have time before my rounds. Or maybe afterwards I can see him. You can bring him here..."
"To the hospital?" Karen was shocked. She didn't want anyone else seeing her brother like he was, especially at a mental hospital.
"Yes. I can send an ambulance if you want."
"No! God no! Can't you come? This is your fault."
"I didn't hear you complaining too loudly last night, Karen. No, I can't get away, but rather than an ambulance, I can send Sandy over to help. She knows the hospital policies."
"Policies? What do you mean?"
"I'll have to sign him in as a patient until I can see him. Just a twenty-four hour observation really, but if he's going to be on the premises he has to be registered or I would get into a shitload of trouble. Obviously he won't be here that long, but I have to follow the law if you don't want to wait."
Karen hesitated, thinking. She wanted Kirk back to normal as quickly as possible, but not agreeing to Claudette's conditions meant him being here begging to serve. Her mother might handle that, but it was too much for her.
"No," she sighed. If he was going to the hospital for twenty-four hours they may as well wait until Claudette could come by in the morning. She did not want her brother in the mental hospital at any rate. She had heard tales of Harding, jokingly referred to as `Hard-on'. "No, but can Sandy come around to help us out? She seemed to know more about this than me last night."
"I suppose," Claudette said, and Karen could hear what sounded like disappointment in her voice. Karen knew that her friend had a bit of an infatuation with her brother, but why did Claudette want Kirk at the hospital? It almost made Karen nervous thinking what Claudette could do unsupervised. "I'll call Sandy and see, and have her call you one way or the other. Good enough?"
"Okay," Karen agreed, only slightly relieved. She could only imagine the long day and night ahead of them until Claudette arrived the next day. "We'll be waiting."
"All right. And Karen, don't let this get you upset. It's nothing, really. Nothing I can't easily fix. Besides, by the way it sounds, your brother subconsciously wanted this. He was damn eager to please last night."
"It's not right," Karen argued. She did not like the way that Claudette was trying to weasel out of any of the blame, and trying to convince her that it was okay that Kirk was acting like a slave. "I just want it to end."
"It will, Karen," Claudette soothed. "I promise. Let me go and I'll call Sandy. And I'll call later to see how things are going, okay? Don't worry."
"All right."
They said their good byes after Karen flipped the cell closed and dropped it into her purse again. She sighed, looking to her mother and forcing a hopeful smile. That faltered though as she told Janice Gibbons what Claudette had suggested. Her mother seemed to almost consider it as she recrossed her legs and wiggled her heels against Kirk's back. Karen could see red marks and indentations in her brother's skin from the heels of her mother's shoes.
"I guess we wait then," her mother said, taking a drag on her cigarette and blowing the smoke about Kirk. Her brother breathed in all the harder, trying to get satisfaction from the smoke, knowing that he was making his mother happy.
He had his forehead to the floor, right up against the base of the couch. He wavered a bit as the smoke drifted about him, no doubt getting high from the smell. Karen knew that every breath was probably dragging him deeper into his submission, and worse, so did their mother. God, was she actually trying to make him worse?
"Mom!" she said, leaning forward and grabbing her mother's wrist. By the quick look of irritation Karen figured that her mother knew exactly what she was doing.
"Let go, Karen," her mother said, and after a moment Karen complied. They locked eyes for a long, silent heartbeat until finally her mother sighed and dabbed out the butt in the ashtray.
"Listen," her mother began, finally taking her feet off of Kirk's back. Karen noted however that as she crossed one leg over the other, the foot planted on the floor was right beside her brother's face. "I know this is wrong, but there's nothing that we can do about it. I tried, and you said you tried last night. We have to wait and hope that Sandy can help, or if not then Claudette tomorrow. Either way he's going to act like this until he gets cured, otherwise he just whimpers and looks pitiful. We can at least keep him happy and content until then."
"We could put him in his room," Karen suggested, but her mother shook her head.
"Punish him? He's not to blame."
Karen looked away at her mother's accusing stare. She was right of course. This was not Kirk's fault, so why should he suffer? And Claudette had said that he would not do anything that he did not want to do. The thought had crossed her mind over and over. Did he really want this?
"All right, mom," Karen finally conceded with a sigh.
"You win..."
Sandy had called after a 30 or so minutes, saying that she would come by but that she had things to do first.
"It might be a couple hours," she had said, not sounding concerned in the least. Karen started to think that she was the only one that WAS concerned. Even her brother was content as her mother had thrown him a figurative bone.
Janice had made an oven-made mac n cheese for dinner and she put a large helping of the food on a big wide oval plate as she sat at the kitchen table (Janice sat far enough back from the table to look under it) while Karen looked on from the other room, still talking on cell.
Karen watched as, shockingly, her mother picked up the plate and placed it on the ground under the table in front of her feet in the leather flat casuals. Even more shockingly, Karen watched as her devious mother slipped her foot out of her leather casual and slipped her tiny foot right into the freshly made mac n cheese on the plate, right in front of Kirk's waiting face. Karen was shocked at the sick sight and wrinkled her nose in disgust knowing well the smell of her mother's shoes and feet, the thought of the rank smell almost making her gag. She wondered how Kirk could stand it and was aghast as she watched her brother lick the mac n cheese from her mother's foot and her toes. Oh god, now the smell of the shoes and feet and food was intermixing in the air.
"Hello?"
Sandy's voice had broken the spell, and Karen simply told her friend to hurry before flipping the phone closed. She dropped the cell back into her purse again and stared at her brother.
She could hear him inhaling deeply, then slathering his tongue between his mother's food-covered toes only to repeat and repeat. It was too much.
Karen almost stepped away. She turned back to see her mother watching her curiously.
"Do what you want, mom," she said trying to keep the disgust and anger out of her voice. She was angry at her mother for treating Kirk as she was, and in such a gross way, but more angry at herself for causing all of this and not being able to stop it. "I can't take it though. I'll wait for Sandy in Kirk's room. Check my e-mails or something."
"Suit yourself," her mother said, shrugging. Then, even as Karen started to turn away she saw her mother easing her other foot from its shoe and slowly slide it into the mac n cheese on the plate. She heard her mother moan softly. Kirk slipped his mouth around his mother's big toe and sucked on it like it was a lollipop. His face was covered in cheese, with a couple little noodes stuck on his cheek. Janice moaned, experiencing some of the most intense pleasure she has ever felt at this gross extreme form of domination and debauchery.
Karen stormed away. She ignored the scene, trying to suppress her feelings as she leaned into the refrigerator in the garage, luxuriating of the chill on her flushed skin. She reached in finally and took a beer from the lowest shelf, noting that six remained. As she stood straight and closed the door she wondered when her mother had started drinking so much. But no, the beer might be Gerald's.
Karen knew that her mother's boyfriend spent some of his free time there, or vice-versa, her mother at his place. The beer was probably his, or theirs in the least. Mystery solved. Maybe her mother would not be so bold if he were around.
Nothing for it though as she opened her brother's door and went inside the dimly lit room. She flipped on the light, wrinkling her nose at the almost locker room smell that assaulted her. It wasn't too bad, but definitely a `guy' smell, like unwashed socks and sweat. She tried to ignore it, stepping deeper inside and opening a window for some fresh air to circulate. She would get used to it.
She popped the top on the beer bottle as she looked around the room that had once been hers. The color scheme was still mostly the same, both she and Kirk favoring blue in the curtains, carpeting and bedspread, and too the paneling was still a grayish white that she had picked out years ago. There was a closet to her right, and a half-bath to her left, with the Queen size bed dominating most of the floor. There was a dresser of course, and Kirk had a small nightstand by the bed with a lamp and some collected junk. The bed was rumpled and unmade as she recalled that he had been in a hurry to serve and obey...
Karen shivered, trying to ignore the images flashing through her head. She stepped to the side of the bed and pulled the covers up before sitting down and turning towards the dresser. Like the nightstand, the dresser's top was littered with Kirk's junk; keys, spare change, pens and scraps of paper with scribbled notes. She ignored his stuff, turning her attention to the computer that dominated about a half of the space. She turned it on, sipping at her beer as it powered up.
After a long wait, the Windows banner finally vanished and was replaced with the desktop image. Karen was no science fiction buff, but even she recognized the starship Enterprise. Kirk loved the old show, and all of the sequels and movies and everything. She smiled remembering that he had liked being called `Captain' Kirk when he was younger.
She heard a chime and glanced at the screen. A small blue box had appeared with a `Log on' message, a pixel blinking, waiting in the upper space of the two provided. She had not expected the computer to be divided into two sections, one no doubt more private than the other. A dark thought washed through her as she wondered what Kirk might have to hide.
`You won't do anything that you don't want to...'
Claudette's words to Kirk the night before popped unbidden into her mind again. What if...
Karen blinked as the monitor flickered and the screen saver came on...
"Oh Gawd..."
Karen's eyes widened as she felt her body going numb, watching as the images faded in and out of sight. She could not believe what she was seeing. It was unbelievable. Incredible...
There was a college girl dressed in shorts and a tee shirt, sitting in a chair and reading a magazine. Beneath the chair was an older woman, hog-tied and with a big red ball jammed into her mouth... FADE
Two college girls sitting at a computer in a dorm room. On the floor a naked man knelt and licked at the dirty tennis shoe of one, while the other rested a foot on his back, laughing...
FADE
An older woman dressed all in black: dress, hose and riding boots, her foot pressing onto the face of a naked man under her feet...
FADE
A blonde woman in jeans and a peasant blouse holding out a glass of wine for the camera. She was using a naked man as a footstool...
FADE
A HUGE face of a grinning woman, holding up a tiny man that was barely an inch tall between her dark red nails. The tiny man was flailing about, totally helpless...
FADE
A beautiful woman smiling as a naked man licked chocolate cake from her toes.
FADE
The face of a man licking the dirt from a woman's cowboy boot...
FADE
And on and on...
Karen jiggled the mouse and the Enterprise reappeared, along with the Log on box. Her heart was racing as she sipped, then guzzled her beer. She could not believe what she had just seen.
"God..." she whispered to herself. "He does want this."
Karen stared at the computer monitor, almost dumbfounded, wondering what to do. She wondered just how deeply her brother's depravity ran, then shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts.
Not depraved. Just fantasies. Sexual definitely, and out of the ordinary, but to each his own, she supposed. Still, it made her think.
He DID want this.
Did Mom know that?
Did Claudette? It really seemed that way. Claudette had had him on the floor and licking at the sole of her shoe. How had she found out though? Karen had never suspected.
She stared at the screen, watching the pixel flicker, waiting...
`Password', she thought. What would it be?
She stared at the Enterprise.
It couldn't be that obvious, could it?
She typed in `CAPTAIN', then hit `ENTER'.
The screen changed, and a box came up:
`WELCOME SLAVE'
Karen sagged as the desktop changed, becoming an image of a young girl holding a tiny man in the palm of one hand while she probed his privates with the fingers of the other. The girl was grinning. The girl was underage.
"God, Kirk..." Karen whispered as the computer settled into Captain Kirk mode.
She left-clicked on START, then on MY PICTURES and saw almost two dozen folders pop up after a moment. She scrolled down, reading the titles of the folders: BONDAGE, BOOTS, CAUGHT, CFNM, FEMDOM, FOOD, and so on. She could not believe it.
Karen double-clicked on one at random CFNM...
The Windows Image Viewer popped up displaying the first of several dozen images. Naked men at the mercy of clothed women, degrading themselves and helpless; licking shoes and kissing feet, being ridden like a horse or simply tied up.
And the rest of the folders were little different. There were tied and dominated men, tiny men at the feet of Giantess women, drawings of boys being tortured, spanked and whipped...
Karen upended her beer, clicking on a folder labeled KAREN...
There was a picture that she remembered, taken the previous summer at a picnic at one of the local lakes. She was dressed in a halter and denim cut-offs, laughing at some joke as she recalled with her legs crossed and wearing a pair of flip-flops. What she did not recall was her naked brother on his hands and knees before her, licking her feet. How had he done that?
Photo manipulation, obviously, splicing one image with another, and quite good at it actually. Karen felt her stomach churn, but too, she felt a tingle of excitement. It was horrible, but...
Karen jumped at the sound of the doorbell.
When she left her brother's room she was relieved to see Sandy standing in the foyer of the living room beyond, holding a covered baking dish. Her barefoot mother was there too, done playing in the kitchen, and they seemed happy and calm. Then she saw her brother kneeling with his head down to the floor in the corner and a shiver ran through her again.
"Karen," Sandy said, stepping forward to greet her, leaning in to air kiss. Karen complied half-heartedly, but saw her friend's discomfort as she stepped back a bit.
"What's wrong?" Sandy asked, and Karen just shrugged, shaking her head. She was bewildered, wondering what to do. She had never suspected her brother's... desires. He apparently DID want what Claudette had done to him, but did that make it right? He was being controlled, and not in his right mind. If he truly did have perverse fantasies, well, that was fine, but he should have his own free will to see them through and not be manipulated by hypnosis. She was about to say so when Sandy cut her off.
"Wow, you are way too tense over this. You gotta lighten up, Karen."
Sandy's sly grin was huge as she looked at Karen, then turned to Kirk. He was unmoving with his head to the floor. Karen imagined that her mother had told him to take that position, and she knew that he would not move until told otherwise.
"Mom will be here tomorrow before work, and she'll settle things. I know enough to get Kirk back to some kind of normal for the rest of the day, if that's what you really want. Myself, I'd enjoy all the attention while you can."
Karen folded her arms over her chest, feeling a chill. She looked at Sandy and also felt an attraction. She was dressed in old tight-fitting blue jeans that hugged her ass nicely. accentuating the gray Ugg boots she wore. She had a tight-fitting shirt that left her taut stomach showing. Her kinky black hair fell about her shoulders as she leaned in and towered over Kirk.
"How you doing, boy?" she asked, and Karen saw her brother writhe and squirm. He scampered about, his head darting for Sandy's boots. Sandy giggled, enjoying the attention.
"I don't see the problem," she said, simply standing with her hands on her hips as Kirk licked and kissed boots. Karen watched, upset but feeling a surge of excitement as well.
"If it were me, I'd enjoy this to the max."
"Me too," Karen heard her mother say. Janice was sitting on the couch still, smoking a cigarette and smiling as her son degraded himself at Sandy's feet. "He has no problem, obviously. It's just her..."
Karen blushed as her mother jerked a thumb in her direction. Karen shook her head, still unbelieving over what she had seen on her brother's computer. She sighed, finally...
"Okay," she said, sagging as she collapsed onto the couch beside her mother. "I surrender. He wants this. I give up."
"What's that?" Sandy asked, wiggling her boots beneath Kirk's face.
"He wants this," Karen said, settling back and crossing her body; legs and arms. "I saw it on his computer. He's sick. Done. Fucking pervert..."
"No he's not," Sandy said as she pulled her foot back. Kirk started to crawl after it but she ordered him to stay. Kirk bowed to the floor, holding position.
"Your brother just likes his sex different. That doesn't make him a pervert," Sandy explained. "Hell, you like a little lickey-lickey. Does that make you a pervert? Not me."
"I suppose," Karen said, staring at her brother. He just looked so pathetic there on the floor, bowed and waiting for instruction. Sandy was right though. There were plenty of people out there that would call her bi-sexual tendencies just as perverse as her brother's submissive fantasies. Who was she to judge?
"C'mon, Karen..."
Karen Gibbons closed her eyes and slipped her foot from the confines of her Doctor Scholl's, sliding her foot forward. When she felt the warmth of her brother's tongue on her foot, she came instantly...
***
Claudette rolled the BMW into the driveway and killed the engine. It took her just a moment to shoulder her bag before sidling out of the car, shutting the door and walking up to the house. The door was open, as was sometimes the case.
Claudette opened the screen door and stepped into the house. She glanced about the living room. She saw Janice Gibbons sitting on the couch, a coffee cup in hand as she turned from the morning news show that she had been watching.
"Claudette," she said with a wide, warm smile. "Good morning."
Then she glanced further ans saw a grossly hot sight. She saw Sandy sitting on the edge of the couch with one bare foot in the tiramisu Sandy had brought over in the rectangualar baking dish and the other foot on the edge the dish with Kirk eating tiramisu off of it. Sandy was grinning big and moaning very softly. Kirk went from licking under the toes to sucking on Sandy's big toe. Then he moved to the other toes and licked between for the cake and sucked the toes. It was a twisted sight indeed, she never knew her daughter was this kinky, this messed up.
"Oh hi, Jan," Claudette said without stopping to watch her daughter and Kirk with the dessert. "How are you?" Janice asked, setting her coffee mug aside, not noticing enough how distracted Claudette was.
"Oh...I'm good. But uh, I see you're better. Got things, uh, sorted out I see."
"Yeah," Janice nodded. "It was Karen really, but she's come around."
"I figured," Claudette said as she stepped up and slid and asserted her sandaled foot under Kirk's face, making it clear to him that he was done with Sandy's food covered foot for the moment. She heard his whimper of lust as he leaned in and started licking. She had not showered, expecting a tough time, but apparently it was not necessary. And Kirk had no problem cleaning her corn chip smelling feet. His tongue was hot as it washed over her foot, slipping under the wide leather strap of her sandal. He tickled between her toes, causing her to giggle.
"I take it then that you don't want me to end this?" she said as she sat on the couch. She tossed her over-sized leather bag to the side and crossed her legs. Kirk shuffled about in order to better get at her feet, and she heard him sniffing, trying to absorb the entirety of the experience. Claudette settled back into the sofa and pulled a cigarette from her silver case, lighting it and another, which she offered to Janice.
"Oh, no," Janice said, taking a long drag and blowing smoke down at her son. She smiled as he redoubled his efforts at Claudette's feet. "I want this. It was Karen, but she's come around. I've known for a long time that Kirk's submissive. I was just waiting for him to admit it. I didn't want to force anything."
"I see," Claudette said as she glanced down at the young man that was sniffing her feet and licking the dirt from her sandals. She had to grin. Claudette felt Kirk licking all the harder. She smiled, wiggling her toes.
"No doubt at all he wants this," Janice said. The boy whimpered. "And I want it too."
"Good," Claudette said as she leaned forward and removed her sandals. Then she shoved her foot forward and planting her toes in the boy's mouth. She gasped as he started to suck.
"I'll have Sandy write up the papers later, declaring him incompetent. I'll sign as his doctor, and you'll sign as his guardian, and then it'll just be a short wait for the courts, no problem. I know a judge or two that'll speed the paperwork through for a nice foot massage." Kirk whimpered but both women ignored him.
"Lick!" Claudette demanded and felt the boy's tongue immediately sliding between her toes. She sighed, settling back into the plush sofa.
She heard the girls laugh again, a soft sound far away, followed by hushed silence.
Life was good. Getting better all the time...
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FSE | Title: Pech gehabt by Pattarchus
Tags: Death, Dragon, German Language, Human, Other/Herm, Short
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Weiße Wolken zogen ruhig über den hellblauen Himmel. Ein sanfter Wind wehte und brachte den Geruch von Wiesen und Sommer mit sich. Die Nüstern des Drachen bewegten sich sanft als dieser den Kopf weit anhob um die verschiedenen Düfte tief einzuatmen. Das warme Sonnenlicht brachte seine Schuppen zum Schimmern und seine beiden langen Hörner glänzten regelrecht.
Sein Blick glitt über das weite offene Land und es war beinahe so, als ob ein Schmunzeln sich über die Lefzen des Drachen legte, als dieser den schönsten Teil seines Reviers begutachtete. Er bewegte die Krallen seiner Pranke und spürte wie das saftige Gras sich bog und über seine Schuppen strich. Langsam ließ er sich erst auf seine Hinterbeine nieder, nur um dann sich gänzlich zu strecken und sich bäuchlings auf die Wiese zu legen.
Sein kraftvoller Schwanz bewegt sich ruhig hinter ihm und er genoss die Wärme und Stille um sich herum. Der klangvolle Gesang der Vögel entspannte ihn immer weiter, soweit dass er langsam anfing etwas zu dösen. Immer weiter glitt in diesen angenehmen Dämmerzustand bis es ihm schien, als würde er sich nicht mehr bewegen können. Seine Muskeln spannten sich zwar etwas an, doch sie wollten seiner Bewegung nicht wirklich folgen. Ihm erschien es nicht weiter wichtig in diesem Moment, so vernahm er doch weiter die Geräusche der Vögel.
Gerade als er sich auf einen der vielen Gesänge konzentrierte hatte, schien es ihm als würde er ein seltsames Geräusch hören. Er versuchte das Geräusch zu fassen, doch da drang ihm wieder der süße Duft von Blumen in die Nüstern und stieg in ihnen hoch. Es waren viele verschiedene Gerüche, er kannte sie gut, hatte er doch so häufig in den Wiesen sie wahrgenommen.
Doch etwas war anders. Er konnte es nicht genau bestimmen, denn für einen kurzen Moment glaubte er den Geruch von Rauch wahrgenommen zu haben. Es schien ihm dann aber doch nur Einbildung gewesen zu sein, denn er spürte wie er sich immer weiter entspannte. Seine Augen wurden schwerer und er spürte das Gefühl der Müdigkeit ihn ihm aufsteigen.
Jeder Gedanke den er fassen wollte schien ihm weiter davon zugleiten, und je mehr er darüber nachdachte umso müder wurde er. Er entschloss sich dazu erst einmal ein wenig zu ruhen, dann könnte er noch immer über diese Eindrücke nachdenken. Dann wurde es dunkel vor seinem inneren Auge.
Ein stechender Schmerz durchzuckte die Schnauze des Drachen. Noch bevor er darauf reagieren konnte spürte er wieder einen heftigen Schmerz, diesmal von seinen empfindlichen Nüstern. Immer mehr Sinne regten sich wieder, dennoch fühlte er sich wie benommen und sein ganzer Geist fühlte sich an wie von Blei beschwert.
Er versuchte seine Pranken zu bewegen, doch sosehr er seine Muskeln anspannte â€" nichts geschah. Irgendetwas schien einen Wiederstand auf ihn auszuüben und ihn am Boden festzuhalten. Doch da war noch etwas, wo war die Wiese, die Vögel? Er spürte nur nackten und kalten Felsen unter sich.
Seine Gedanken waren dumpf und er konnte sie kaum in die Bahnen lenken wie er wollte. Hatte er das alles nur geträumt, war das alles nur Einbildung gewesen? Er musste in seiner Höhle eingeschlafen sein, ja natürlich... dies würde Sinn ergeben. Doch warum konnte er sich bewegen....
Bevor er eine Antwort dazu finden konnte, spürte er wieder diesen Schmerz in seinen Nüstern. Mühsam versuchte er die Augen zu öffnen und ein dumpfes Stöhnen drang aus seinem Maul.
„Aahh! Endlich bist du wach, ich habe mich schon gefragt wie lange du Drecksvieh weiter schlafen willst!", donnerte eine menschliche Stimme ihm entgegen. Das Licht einer Fackel brannte in den Augen des Drachen, obwohl es in der Höhle nur sehr gedämpft wahrzunehmen war.
„Willst du wohl endlich wachwerden?!", brüllte es wieder und kurz darauf spürte der Drache wieder den Schmerz. Diesmal sah er jedoch, wie der Mensch ein Schwert mit der breiten Seite auf seine Schnauze mit voller Kraft schlug.
„Es macht doch überhaupt keinen Spaß, wenn ich nicht beachtet werde. Na, gut geschlafen? Wie erbärmlich du hier rumgelegen hast, selbstsicher und ungeschützt. Betäubt habe ich dich mit verschiedenen Harzen die ich abgebrannt habe, nichts hast du gemerkt! Und nun habe ich dich genau wo ich dich haben wollte, endlich....", der Mensch schien fast schon zu geifern als er sich in Rage redete und immer wieder die Schnauze des Drachen traf.
Dieser war noch immer sehr benommen und vernahm die Worte nur sehr gedämpft, die Bedeutung zu begreifen war für ihn allerdings noch weitaus schwieriger. Noch während er versuchte zu verstehen was der Mensch gesagte hatte, spürte er diesmal eine ganz andere Art von Schmerz.
Irgendwas bohrte sich in seinen Hals, er spürte wie etwas immer mehr gegen seine Schuppen drückte und der Schmerz wurde immer unerträglicher. Der Drache brüllte so laut es ihm möglich war, doch genau dadurch spannten sich seine Muskeln an und drückten sich zusätzlich gegen die Schwertspitze.
Lachend drehte der Mensch die Schwertspitze in der Wunde um diese weiter zu vergrößern und zu weiten. Als mit einem Ruck das Metall aus seinem Hals gezogen wurde, spürte der Drache wie es feucht an seinem Hals wurde. Ein stetiger Strom seines Bluts floss aus der Wunde heraus und tropfte auf den Boden.
Der Drache versuchte sich gegen die Ketten zu stemmen, doch konnte er nichts ausrichten. Die geschmiedeten Eisenglieder hielten ihn fest am Boden und machten ihn nahezu bewegungsunfähig.
„Wehre dich ruhig, dadurch geht es nur schneller", grölte der Mensch vor Lachen und stieg auf den Rücken des wehrlosen Drachen. Kurz danach spürte dieser wie über die dünne Flughaut seiner Schwingen die Klinge strich.
„Och...was haben wir denn da...", kicherte der Mensch vor sich hin, „ein Loch!". In diesem Moment stieß er zu und riss das Schwert in der Membran herunter um diese zu zerschneiden. Da die Flügel geschlossen waren lag die Haut gefaltet übereinander, so dass alle Lagen gleichzeitig verletzt wurden.
Blind vor Schmerz brüllte der Drache auf und stieß seine Krallen in den Boden, sein warmes Blut schoss aus den dünnen Kapillaren seiner Membran heraus und lief über seinen Rücken und seine Flanke. Der Mensch stocherte immer wieder in der Flughaut herum und verletzte diese immer weiter. Der Drache wusste, dass dies nie wieder verheilen würde... er würde nie wieder fliegen können...
Doch in dem Momentan durchbohrte die scharfe Klinge sein rechtes Flügelgelenk nah an seiner Schulter. Die höllischen Schmerzen ließen den Drachen fast verrückt werden, er zerrte immer mehr an den Ketten doch sie wollten nicht nachgeben. Die ständige Bewegung führte dazu, dass das Schwert sich weiter durch das Gelenk arbeite und dieses letztendlich durchtrennte.
Unmengen an Blut schossen dem Menschen entgegen und tränkten dessen Kleidung. Er hob seinen Arm weit an und mit einem schwungvollen Schlag durchtrennte er auch das andere Gelenk.
Die abgetrennten Schwingen rutschten etwas an ihm herunter, wurden aber von den Ketten einigermaßen an Ort und Stelle gehalten. Der gesamte Drache war von seinem eigenen Blut überströmt und keuchte heiser.
Der Druck auf seinem Rücken nahm ab als der Mensch von ihm herabstieg. Er wusste nicht wie lange er diese Erniedrigung noch ertragen musste, die Schmerzen waren unerträglich doch anscheinend sollte es noch nicht vorbei sein.
Die Spitze des Schwertes bohrte sich in diesem Moment in die Schwanzwurzel und zerschnitt die feinen Nerven und Sehnen. Der Drache stöhnte vor Schmerzen laut auf und sackte zusammen. Immer weiter drückte sich das scharfe Metall in den Schwanz und beraubte den Drachen von sämtlichen Gefühl.
Der hohe Blutverlust machte ihn immer benommener und die Schmerzen wurden immer dumpfer und schienen weiter entfernt zu sein, mit letzter Kraft konnte der Drache noch einmal die Augen öffnen und sah den Menschen vor sich stehen. Dieser grinste nur siegessicher und näherte sich dann dem Kopf des Drachen.
Dieser sammelte noch einmal alle Kraft und hauchte ein „Wieso..." seinem Peiniger entgegen. Dieser drückte grinste nur und sah dem Drachen in eines seiner Augen.
„Weil es mir Spaß macht." In diesem Moment bohrte sich mit einem festen Ruck das Schwert zum letzten Mal in den Körper des Drachen. Hinter seinem Unterkiefer am Halsansatz drang es in das weiche Fleisch ein und wurde fest nach oben durchgeschoben.
Blut floss aus dem Maul des Drachen und er sackte zusammen. Mit einem Mal schien das Leben aus den Augen des Drachen verschwunden zu sein, als sein letzer Atem aus seinen Lungen gewichen war.
Mit einem festen Ruck zog der Mensch das Schwert wieder heraus, musste sich aber mit einem Bein gegen den leblosen Drachen stemmen um es endgültig aus dem Knochen herauszuziehen. Mit ein paar gezielten Handgriffen löste er dann auch die schweren Fesseln die zu Boden fielen.
„Pech gehabt. Würd ich mal sagen.", schmunzelte der Mensch als er seine Fackel nahm und noch einmal die leblosen Ãberreste des Drachen ansah. |
literotica | Title: Bess Ch. 10
Tags: fantasy
It seemed that things were going well for Bess. It had been almost a year since that rainy night when she showed up at Scott's and Deidre's an absolute wreck. Her move to Chicago was paying off as the people there found out that she had a brain to go with her beautiful face and body. She was now a regular fixture on the news and was heavily involved in the Chicago sport scene. Despite this, she was weighing a job offer to be the PR director of a Chicago based company, one that included many more benefits.
Bess had moved far away from Minnesota and from her 'Black Leather' days but one of her clients remained close, very close. She had met Nancy over a year ago and from that one night their relationship had grown. The tough business side of Nancy still remained but she found that with Bess, she could let her feminine side come through and relax. It was a partnership with benefits.
What Bess truly knew was that without her aunt, there was no telling how far down the path she would have continued to travel. Deidre was there whenever Bess needed her and showed her that what she was involved in was so beneath her. Her aunt let her talk, explain her feelings towards 'Black Leather' and clear the air. Deidre never judged her, never scolded her but wouldn't let Bess backslide. They talked once a week and her aunt made it clear that she and Scott too, would always be there for her.
The time helping Bess was rough on Deidre though she never let on. She let Bess talk and describe some of things she had done. She couldn't believe that her own niece would be involved in something like this. In some way Deidre felt she let Bess down. She felt it was a way to clear the air but to her, some of the events were truly amazing. Each one of Bess's fantasies was a real eye opener. Deidre was afraid to admit that she learned some things from them and brought them home to try on Scott, never letting on where she got them from.
There were still some things that Bess mentioned that truly bothered her. One was the amount of money men gave her for one night. Was Bess really that good or are men that desperate? Another was some of the fantasies seemed to be quite perverted. The final one was that most of her 'friends' were married and kept these fantasies from their wives. Bess claimed she provided a service for them. What bothered Deidre was the idea that Scott might be hiding some from her. Worse yet, could she share hers with him?
She had always had them. She used them when she masturbated but since her marriage to Scott, she hadn't the need. Seeing Bess's album seemed to rekindle some of them. One in particular stood out.
When Deidre saw Bess' photo of the woman in her bedroom and there was an intruder in the doorway, she flashbacked to a time when she was babysitting and found the people's x-rated videos. She only watched one but it included a scene in which the woman was alone in her house and there was a break-in. The man attacked her and had his way with her. Deidre got so turned on by it, that she pulled her pants off right then and masturbated herself to a mind blowing orgasm. She used that scene often while in college and it never failed.
Three times since viewing Bess's album, Deidre had dreamt that she was being taken by an intruder. It has been so real that she had been jolted awake and found her pussy sopping wet. She had decided she would talk to Scott about his fantasies and take it from there.
As the two of laid in bed, Deidre remove her finger from her mouth and began to circle Scott's nipple. She felt it harden under her touch. Scott sighed, "Hmm."
"Babe," she said softly, "Do you have any fantasies?"
"Yeah." He replied. Deidre's ears perked up. "What is it?" she asked.
"You and me on a warm, sandy, tropical island. Just you and me. We're making love as the warm sun beats down on us," he said, never opening his eyes. His cock began to grow hard just thinking about it. "Why?"
"Just wondering." She noticed his reaction. "Any fantasy woman?"
Scott wasn't sure where this was going but he decided to play along. "There is this woman. I see her every day either on my way to work or coming home."
Deidre moved her hand down so she was moving it slowly along his stomach. "And?"
"Well, she has a great figure, nice firm breasts. When she walks, she moves in all the right places. Oh, and she has a fantastic smile."
Pushing off his chest, Deidre raised her head. "You seem to know her quite well."
"I think you do too," Scott continued. "She is a nurse at Dr. O'toole's clinic here in town. I'd bet she's pretty hot." He smiled.
The look of concern on her face turned to surprise. "Damn you!" she said, rolling on to her back. "You're making fun of me."
"Why?" Does it bother you that you're my fantasy girl? I see pretty girls all the time then I look at you. You're all I need and want. Sometimes I think my entire life with you is one big fantasy. Why all the questions? Have you been reading Cosmo again?"
"Just curious."
"Do you have a fantasy?" he asked.
"Some but right now my fantasy is to make love to my husband, right here."
"I think I can make that one a reality." He said moving on top of her. "Oh, but if Kate Beckinsale calls, I'm out of here."
Later that week they found themselves with the house all to themselves. Both boys were away and so Scott and Deidre took advantage of the time. They ate a nice quiet dinner together and were able to talk about things that were interesting to them. Deidre set the mood by using candles and Scott brought home an expensive wine. They had a good laugh at that because even though they liked good wines it seems that their taste buds had gotten use to something a little cheaper. They retired to the den where Scott put on some soft jazz and kept the lights low.
Sitting on the couch, Deidre reclined and put her bare feet in his lap. Slowly he massaged her toes and feet. "That feels so good," Deidre sighed.
Scott moved up her legs, first massaging her calves, then her inner thighs. She shifted her bottom and spread her legs a little, giving more access to her thighs. She was wearing a small pair of shorts and they had ridden up. It felt so good and she knew where this was going.
"Did you hear about the break-ins a few blocks over?" Deidre said.
The question seemed so odd considering what he was doing. "What?"
"There was this break-in and the thief broke in to these people's house at night. Luckily no one was home. Imagine if just the wife was home when this happened?"
Scott kept rubbing Deidre's thigh as she told him this story. She seemed to be getting more and more into it as she related it to him. She went into detail about what the intruder must have been wearing, if he had a flashlight, etc. All the time she was talking, she was moving her ass around and moving her legs. It wasn't hard to guess that she was getting turned on, either by the story, Scott's massage, or both.
She suddenly swung her legs off his lap. Standing up she stretched, raising her arms above her, exposing her belly. "I didn't realize it was so late. I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too long." She kissed him and headed towards the door. Before she left, she turned. "I hope that intruder doesn't come here tonight." And out she went.
What just happened here? Scott thought. With all Deidre's talk about fantasies, was this one of hers? This is crazy.
Deidre had hurried up stairs. This just might work, she thought. If not, Scott was still going to make love to her tonight. She undressed and put on an old short gown, one that might rip easily and not be a loss. She climbed into bed, pulled the sheets up to her chin, turned out the light and waited.
After about 15 minutes, Scott headed out of the den. He checked all the doors as usual, locking them and made his way to the stairs. There, neatly folded on the bottom step was a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and a black turtle neck shirt. Next to them was a flashlight.
He shook his head. It seemed she thought of everything. He stripped down, including his boxers. He dressed in the outfit and then flipped off the light. The house was pitch black, even the nightlight at the top of the stairs was off. He suddenly realized his palms were sweating as he was wondering what was up there. He was getting into this. Switching on the flashlight, he headed up stairs.
Deidre saw the light play on the hallway walls. Minutes later she saw a dark form slip through the doorway. Light filled the room and a hand pressed across her mouth, forcing her against the mattress. "Don't scream, lady," the voice hissed. "All I want is your jewelry."
She nodded and he loosened his hold. She slid across the bed, away from him. "Don't hurt me," she whimpered. "I'll tell you where the jewelry is."
He watched her heaving chest. "I've changed my mind, lady," Scott said in a menacing tone as he moved towards her. "I don't just want your jewelry. I want you too."
"No, please," Deidre said. Even pretending, the danger felt incredibly right and exciting. Her heart pounded as she grabbed the sheets and pulled them up tight.
"You're not getting away," he said, "but you can try, of course."
"Don't hurt me, please."
"I won't hurt you unless you resist." He grabbed Deidre's wrist and dragged her across the bed. He tangled his hand in her hair and pulled her head back.
Deidre's eyes widened. She tried to twist her head to avoid Scott's mouth which was slowly descending on her, but his hold allowed almost no movement. She used her fists to pound on his chest. His mouth captured hers, and the heat flowed through her lips.
Scott released his hold on her hair. When he did, Deidre tried to escape. "No, let me go," she said, dragging her fingernails across his shoulder. A bright red track appeared across his skin.
"I don't think so." Scott spat the words out. He reached out and grabbed the front of her night gown. The fabric parted easily, leaving Deidre standing naked before him. For a brief second they stood looking at each other then Scott pushed down onto the bed and straddled her hips. He pinned her arms over her head with his hands. Deidre squirmed beneath him, trying to get free.
Somehow he had to get his clothes off but how. If he let go, she could get free. Holding both her hands with one of his, he reached and grabbed a pillow. There was a moment of panic in Deidre's eyes as she wondered what he was going to do with it.
"Look, lady, I'm going to place this heavy weight on your arms. It won't hurt but you won't be able to move it. Don't try anything dumb and you won't get hurt. Understand?"
Deidre nodded, amazed at Scott's resourcefulness.
Scott pulled the turtleneck over his head and tossed it on the floor. His sweatpants followed. His cock stood out from his body, erect and huge. Deidre stared at it. She wanted it in her badly.
"Don't make me, please. I'm a nice girl, please don't."
"You can't stop me," he grinned. He placed his cock at opening of her pussy. He could feel her wetness and the heat. "You want me."
Deidre shook her head from side to side. "No!"
He pressed his hips forward and drove his cock into her.
Deidre arched her back and screamed, "Oh fuck! Yes, fuck me." She came then came again. Scott had become so wrapped up the fantasy that he pounded his cock into her until he spurted his semen deep inside her. Panting, he collapsed on top of her.
Deidre could not believe how amazing this turned out to be. It was better than she ever imagined. She stroked his back and her fingers through his hair. "That was so good," she whispered.
"It was unbelievable," he said, his body limp and exhausted. The scratches on his body stung. As he rolled off her, Deidre noticed them for the first time. "Oh, babe, I'm sorry." She got up and walked, naked, to the bathroom. He watched her go. She returned with some ointment.
"Don't worry about it," he said. "One of my fantasies of long ago was to have some woman rake her nails across my back. Like you read about. "
"Glad I could oblige," Deidre laughed.
Scott sat up. "Was it what you wanted?" he asked.
"It was all and more. Last one to the shower has to scrub the other, all over."
They made love again in the shower, steaming water pouring over their soapy bodies as Scott pounded into Deidre's pussy from behind. When they were done, Deidre understood what Scott once said. Her life with him was one big fantasy.
Scott found her staring at him. "What?"
She stepped forward and kissed him. Hard, passionately. As she broke the kiss, she said, "I love you!" |
literotica | Title: Friends (Who Fuck) Ch. 02
Tags: nympho, big breasts, petite, oral, anal
That night, I admit, I struggled to get to sleep; partly torn by guilty thoughts of my wife and also of my mate Mark, but mainly just thinking about Vicky.
Thinking about her face: her stunning smile; her slim, sexy, firm body.
When I did sleep, I dreamt about her tits, her pussy, what she'd done to me, what I'd still like to do to her.
As she'd un-straddled me that afternoon she'd said we could be, "like friends who fuck."
When I'd pointed out to her that we didn't really know each other that well and that we didn't usually see much of her (or Mark) she just laughed and kissed me saying; "that's better still...we can be friends who just fuck!"
My prick had stirred at this but within a short time of her kissing me once more and saying she'd let herself out, feelings of remorse had kicked in and I started telling myself 'that was it', we couldn't and wouldn't ever do 'that' again.
I'd chucked on some clothes and, in-between doing some work calls and emails, convinced myself that my mind was made up; it was wrong and I was adamant that was that;
\- then I received a text from her and all my resolve disappeared in a moment.
We exchanged further texts through the late afternoon and into the evening, and then I felt like a rampant teenager when my mobile rang and I saw it was her number.
"Hi," I simply said, not quite sure what else to say.
"Hi you," she replied softly and no two such innocent words had ever sounded so good or caused my cock to harden so quickly before.
"You OK?" I asked.
"More than 'OK'...much more than OK."
GOD, even her voice was such a turn-on.
"Are you working from home again tomorrow?"
"I wasn't, but I am now as my meeting's been cancelled."
"Good...make sure you leave the back door unlocked again...goodnight, lover."
"Goodnight..." I trailed off, not quite able to echo the 'lover' bit. Partly because I'm sure it wouldn't have sounded as sexy as she'd said it and partly, in a stupid way, as it would have somehow felt like 'admitting' to what we had done.
The next morning I struggled to concentrate on work, my mind alternating between wondering what time she might come round or if she'd changed her mind and wouldn't appear at all.
As time went by I started telling myself, 'good...I hope she doesn't come.'
Just after one o'clock I was engrossed in a rather lengthy and quite important 'phone call when I suddenly sensed someone else was present.
Turning from the computer screen I completely lost my train of thought.
Vicky was leaning back against the door frame, a confident smirk on her face as she just stood there, gazing straight back at me.
Raising her eyebrows she blew me a kiss and then very slowly began to unbutton her white lab coat.
As I tried to compose myself once more I actually became slightly annoyed at her obvious confidence in what was going to happen, that I seemed to have no say in the matter whatsoever.
The conversation I'd been in the middle of could seal a deal which would hit my monthly target in one go so, 'does she really think that she can just flash her slender legs (she'd now pulled the lab coat up her stocking-clad thighs) and I'd drop everything?'
But just as I finished thinking this the lab coat fell completely open and any chance that I might have taken the professional or moralistic high ground vanished instantly.
Whilst the client I had been talking to was still waffling in my ear about their technical requirements I now stood up and moved in towards Vicky, my left arm sliding around her back and drawing her to me.
As she nuzzled against my neck, she trailed her right leg around me, pulling me more into her.
God she smelt so good and with her slight, firm body pressed all against me I'd never felt the absolute need to fuck someone so strongly before.
There was a pause in what had now to me just become a background noise and I took the opportunity to mumble an apology about losing my internet connection and that I'd ring back later when I'd got it sorted.
I virtually slammed the 'phone down and, I think because I was still feeling a little pissed at Vicky's absolute confidence in what was going to happen, manhandled her firmly back against the wall.
This didn't seem to phase or worry her at all, in fact she gasped and encouraged me as I held her hands above her head and urgently, almost frantically kissed all around her neck and face and then down to her pert, full breasts.
I greedily kissed and sucked at her nipples through the lacy black material of her bra, marvelling at how firm and erect they were, before turning her around face up against the wall and pressing myself hard into her.
Vicky groaned in pleasure as the length of my hard shaft settled between her bum cheeks, easing them slightly apart as we rutted back and forth, me running my hands up to grope at both of her tits whilst she turned to push her tongue deep into my welcoming mouth.
"Fuck me...I need you to...fuck me...now" she breathed.
Moving my hands down her sides, I quickly unclipped her garters and then yanked her panties downwards before pulling her lab coat up and away.
As Vicky turned again to watch I now, in one movement, pushed my shorts and boxers down and then guided my straining cock down and in-between her legs.
Vicky was wearing relatively high heels and by just lifting herself slightly she was at exactly the right height for my enlarged helmet to nestle against her entrance.
After briefly nuzzling against her, I pushed the tip of my cock into her, Vicky gasping, before I quickly drove myself further up into her.
"Ohhh, fuck, yes" I groaned loudly, fully impaled inside her.
Vicky now pushed back onto me as, for a moment, I just held myself there, reaching up to grope at her breasts once more whilst savouring having my cock deeply embedded in her.
I now felt her tense and then relax her cunt muscles against my shaft and that seemed to snap me out of my near trance and I started to slide back and forth, causing us both to grunt in unison to my movements.
Vicky pressed her face back against the wall, urging; "fuck me...that's it...fuck me."
God this felt and looked so good, my gaze dropping down to drink in the sight of my cock slipping in and out of this hot, sexy woman who I really barely knew.
My thrusts now got more and more urgent, Vicky continuing to swear and urge me on as I pulled her down onto me by her shoulders, pummelling her harder and harder.
I'd never banged into a woman like this before; not this hard, not this frantic, not this urgent.
Feeling like I was about to explode I grasped her slim waist, letting out a loud, long guttural groan as, with several last, violent thrusts, I came deep inside her.
Arching my back I firmly grasped her buttocks as several more pump-loads of come spurted from my cock, my head feeling like it was virtually spinning, before I fell forward to kiss at Vicky's back.
After a moment or two I realised that Vicky was still grinding herself back against the dying embers of my erection, and that I'd paid no attention as to whether she'd come or not.
"Sorry..." I quietly muttered, not really sure if I meant for coming quite quickly, or not knowing if she'd come herself or for just succumbing once more and not being able to stop myself from fucking her.
"Why?...that was nice," she cooed..."Verrr...rrry nice..." as she continued to wiggle that cute ass against me.
"But I haven't finished with you..." and she shifted round, my now limp cock slipping easily out of her as she reached up to pull me down into a long, lingering, snog.
As we pressed into each other the kiss developed from an initial soft, light meeting of lips into a deep, full-on, teenage-like tonguing session, hands roaming all over each other, as Vicky now grasped at my hardening again cock.
"Come...with...me" she then urged, quickly reaching down to scoop up her panties and leading me by the hand out of the door.
I nearly fell over trying to kick my boxers and shorts free from my ankles as Vicky virtually pulled me into our spare bedroom just across the hallway.
"This bed looks a little sad to me," she grinned, lightly kissing me as she stood in very close, looking up at me with that intoxicating mix of sweet innocence and yet come-and-fuck-me qualities that she had.
"It looks like it never,"...she quickly kissed me again, "Gets 'used' at all, and that's a real..." another, quick, light kiss, "shame for such a great bed to...fuck on."
Vicky now pulled me down onto her welcoming mouth, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her hand found my cock once again.
Firmly wanking me several times, she forcibly kissed me and pressed and rubbed her firm tits into my chest whilst I pulled her onto me by her small, shapely arse.
Vicky then guided me round and pushed me back onto the bed.
She quickly eased the lab coat away from her slender shoulders and I then had the glorious sight and sensation of this sexy lady crawling her way up me, pressing herself into my body as she went.
"Ohhhh, my god...that feels and looks so good" I sighed, looking down at her grinning face and then pulling her back onto my mouth.
"We haven't got...much time," she laughed in-between kisses. "I am...on...my lunch break!"
Shifting up slightly she then pressed her tits down onto my face, laughing again as I urgently kissed at them before burying my face into her cleavage and squashing her tits to me.
Leaning back slightly, I eased her left bra strap away and down her slender shoulder, finally fully exposing her glorious breast.
I momentarily just gazed at it, marvelling at how heavy and full it looked, especially on such a slim, petite lady, before quickly moving up and hungrily clamping my mouth to her.
As I sucked and kissed at her left breast I reached up to massage and squeeze at it from below, whilst also firmly massaging at her right tit and nipple.
"That's it...suck them...suck them hard" Vicky encouraged, before reaching behind herself and unclasping her bra.
As it fell away, I quickly moved my mouth over to her right breast and then frantically alternated from one nipple to the other, kissing and sucking at them, harder and harder, before again burying my face in-between her now naked breasts.
Vicky seemed to be getting off on this as much as me and was rubbing herself all against me.
My rock hard again cock had slipped up in-between Vicky's legs and I could feel her pressing herself against the top side of my shaft.
With a slight shift Vicky moved herself away from my face but, before I could complain about losing her tits and nipples to gorge on, she'd raised her backside to allow my helmet to move down towards her entrance and, in one swift movement, impaled herself down onto me.
"Ohhhh, yeeea," she groaned, kissing me hard as she held herself there, wiggling against me as she tongued me deeply.
As I pulled her to me by her arse cheeks I felt her tense and then contract her cunt muscles against my shaft several times, before she continued to wiggle and grind against the very base of my cock.
Vicky now pushed herself up into a sitting position, hair falling forward as she placed the palms of her hands on my chest and started to ease herself up and down.
"God, this feels so good...so fucking good."
I now just lay there, looking up and enjoying watching her fuck herself on me.
"I want to fuck this cock...god, I need to fuck this cock...this nice...big...hard...cock".
As she'd been talking, she'd been increasing the pace that she was pumping up and down; sometimes closing her eyes, then opening them again.
"Fuck,yes...fuck,yes...yes...yes...yeeeeesssss."
I'd been determined to hold on, to ensure that she came before I did once more, and as she arched her head back and rode out her obvious orgasm I now reached up to gently caress at her tits, then down to stroke up and down her stocking-clad legs.
As I trailed my fingers all around her, Vicky gradually calmed and then manoeuvred herself down so that she was once more lying on top of me, lightly kissing me as she sighed;
"God...that was good...so...good...uhhhh," her groan at the end coincided with me, having placed my hands back on her buttocks, firmly thrusting up into her.
"Ohhhh, yeea," she moaned again, as I repeated the action, pushing my backside up off the bed so that I could change the angle and exert more force by pushing up with the soles of my feet.
"God, that's deep...and hard...so deep" she continued as I now simply just pummelled up into her, determined to ram her, harder and deeper than anyone ever before.
"Fuck, yes...fuck, yes...yes, yes, yes" she cried out in time with my motions, me grunting louder and louder until my prick finally exploded, jettisoning torrent loads of come deep inside her once more.
I buried my face up into her neck, kissing at her and pulling her down onto me.
Only then did I became really aware that, as I'd stopped my movements, she'd started quickly pumping herself up and down, gyrating her arse and grinding herself against me as she quite obviously came again!
Jesus, Mark hadn't been lying when he'd said that this lady was a "near-nympho."
"Well...as lunch-breaks go...that was the best," she grinned, giving me one, last, long kiss before she quite matter-of-factly pushed herself up off me and the bed.
I just lay there, watching her walking around in only her high heels and stockings as she scooped up her clothes.
She smiled as she saw that I was just admiring her, and we gazed at each other as she finished putting her bra back on and started buttoning up her lab coat.
"What are you thinking?"
"I was just surprised that watching you put your clothes back on is nearly, nearly as good as watching you take them off!"
This made her smile even broader and, having picked up her panties, she walked across to my study and came back carrying her handbag, which I hadn't even noticed before and which she must have placed on the floor before I'd even realised she'd been there.
"Well, unfortunately, I do need to get back to work" she sighed, pulling a disappointed face after having checked her mobile and then coming over to sit beside me on the bed, still holding her panties in her hand.
"How is work?"
She looked at me in a mock, cross sort-of-way, poking me in the chest as she did so.
"You know the rules; NONE of that boring, small-talk stuff."
"Sorry" I smiled, my gaze dropping down to admire the expanse of slim thigh which had been revealed when she'd sat on the bed and which now, by her shifting forward to prod me, had been further revealed.
Her mobile then went off and Vicky, having looked to see who it was, breathed; "My boss," as she moved the 'phone up to her ear.
"Hi there," she said, as I pushed myself up onto my elbows.
God she smelt good, so good -- the smell of her and just being so close to her was causing a slight stirring in my groin even before I heard her say;
"Well, that is a shame and I obviously hope she feels better but thanks for letting me know." As she looked down at me, a broad grin appearing on her face, she reached over and lightly trailed her fingers up the underside of my shaft.
My prick, which had been laying flaccid against me jerked and twitched at her soft caress.
As she carried on talking to her boss, Vicky began to very lightly, almost absent-mindedly, rub the tip of my cock with the underside of her fingers.
I closed my eyes and groaned at her delicate touch, lying fully back again to just enjoy the sensation.
I then felt her shift slightly on the bed and opened my eyes once more to find that she was now leaning on her side, bringing her smiling face even closer to mine.
"No, that's no problem at all," she now said, "in fact, I've just realised that I've not had anything to eat yet..."
She raised her eyebrows at this and grinned, before turning round and lowering her face down towards my groin.
"Oh don't worry," I heard her say into the 'phone, "I'm just about to..." and I felt her roll her tongue over my helmet, "...take a big mouthful of something right now."
She quickly sucked at the tip of my prick a couple of times before adding; "Yes...I'll pick them up on the way back...see you then," before flinging her mobile onto the bed and, whilst fondling my balls, turned to me;
"My first patient this afternoon, Mrs Davis, has had to cancel as she's not feeling very well."
Her groping of my scrotum and the base of my cock had been getting firmer and now, as she turned back round once more, she added;
"God bless Mrs Davis is all I can say," and I felt her slide her soft mouth fully down my now hard again erection.
As with the day before, I'd never had a woman suck my prick with so much enthusiasm and urgency but, having already shot my load a couple of times I felt I could really control myself and so just lay back to milk this for all it was worth.
Vicky was taking me into her mouth from the very hilt to the tip, occasionally stopping to kiss and lick at the helmet, before plunging herself back down.
Fuck, this woman could suck -- taking me from the very hilt to the tip, before plunging herself back down.
The slurping noises were getting louder and louder as she shifted up and round, me reaching up to slide my right hand up and under her lab coat and caressing her buttock, before pulling the lab coat fully away as she lifted her left leg up to straddle my face.
I now had the gorgeous view of Vicky's pouting pussy lips just inches above my face and, after momentarily just staring at her, I eased her bum cheeks further apart with my thumbs and ran my tongue along the length of her slit.
I lapped at her several times, before flicking my tongue over her clit getting a nice shudder and groan from Vicky in apparent appreciation.
My nose was nestling in-between her bum cheeks, just below her anus, and although I'd never licked out a girl's arse before the sight and smell of her arsehole was such a turn-on that I shifted up slightly, desperate to plunge my face right into her backside.
As my nose and then tongue rubbed against her Vicky emitted an even louder moan and stopped sucking at my cock.
"Ohhhh, yea...ohhhhh" she sighed, as I initially just lightly licked at her with the very tip of my tongue.
As I then started to kiss and suck at her I pulled her down onto me, more and more desperately trying to pry further into her.
"Ohhh, yea, lick me...lick me...that's it...lick my arse...fuck, yea...lick my arse," Vicky encouraged, resting her face on my thigh as she quite forcibly wanked my erection whilst pressing her backside down onto me.
At times I wasn't sure if I was slurping at her pussy or her arse, but I just lapped greedily at all of her, burying my nose and face into her as far as I could, my tongue probing and lapping at her juices which flowed down onto me.
"Oh, god, yeh...yeh...yesss," Vicky virtually screamed, finally shifting up and away before pulling me up and demanding; "come on, fuck my ass."
Wiping my face, I momentarily trailed my fingers over my lips, sucking and smelling at them, amazed at how her juices had covered me and just how good it tasted and smelt.
Vicky had quickly shifted round so that she was now lying face down on the bed, pulling the lab coat up and away once more from her backside.
Grabbing my wrist she pulled me round behind her and, as I slipped off the bed into a standing position she spread her legs wider and urged again;
"Fuck my ass...come on, fuck my ass."
I'd never done anal before but, as I pushed my straining cock downwards and placed my other hand on her pert left butt cheek, I was now desperate to be inside her.
Presenting my cock to her, however, I wasn't sure that this would 'work'.
Although her entrance was glistening and seemed to be gaping as wide as it could, as if pleading for me to penetrate it, it just didn't look big enough to take my large looking prick.
As if reading my mind, Vicky turned her face; "Just do it slowly...nice and slow...nice...and...slow," she re-assured me as if she was teaching a novice how to do some mundane household task.
I rubbed my helmet against her, enjoying the sight and sensation of just doing that, before easing forward slightly.
Her small anus now stretched out and around the tip of my cock, pausing before it suddenly felt like it snugly pulled the head of my cock into it.
We both gasped, me holding myself there, not sure I'd ever felt anything grasping my cock quite like this before.
Bit by bit I now eased myself into her, stopping frequently to allow her arsehole to stretch around my shaft, before moving back a little after every forward movement. Finally I felt her arse easing and then I was fully impaled inside her.
Fully inside Vicky Jarvis's arse!
My cock was shoved right up inside Vicky Jarvis's arse!
It was one thing yesterday having fucked her; fucked Vicky Jarvis, the girl who at 15 and 16 I'd dreamt about kissing but never really thought I ever would.
Now, in the space of 24 hours, I'd fucked her several times and at this very moment my prick was in her arse with her moaning and groaning and encouraging me to 'fuck' her.
Resting the palms of my hands on her buttocks I now started to ease slowly back and forth, looking down to try and take in the sight of me fucking her arse.
Me, fucking Vicky Jarvis up the arse!
Me, fucking her up the arse whilst she continually urged; "Fuck me...that's it...fuck my arse...oh, that's it...fuck my arse." Now I was easily sliding in and out of her, holding her by her slim waist as I leant forward to change the angle slightly and feel as though I was slipping into her even deeper.
"That's good...so good...oh, god, oh god, oh god, oh..." and Vicky's moaning trailed off as I saw her right hand move up to frig at her clit as she obviously rode out an orgasm.
I was actually relieved that she'd obviously come quite quickly as, unlike when she'd been sucking me, I knew I wasn't going to be able to last long and was unsure of what the 'etiquette' was for taking someone up the arse -- was it acceptable to come in them or not?
As her bucking and writhing subsided I slowed my movements for a moment or two but now, as I increased the speed once again I warned her that;
"I'm gonna come...I'm gonna come...Vicky, I'm going to come."
"I want to see it...I want to see it spurt out of you" and with that she quickly moved forward and away from me.
As my cock slipped out of her I grabbed at it and began frantically wanking myself, just as she turned and, kneeling on the bed, urged;
"I want to see all that come...all that lovely come that's just for me...just for me."
Her words were driving me crazy and, as she moved herself even closer to my prick-head, with several firm tugs on my foreskin I felt the first couple of gushes of my orgasm explode out and onto her chin and then her mouth.
As Vicky laughed and wiped my seamen to her, I continued to wank myself, amazed at how many more spurts of come splattered onto her, before she pushed my hands away and greedily gobbled at my cock, firmly wanking me several more times to encourage every last drop of come out of me that she could.
As I gasped and groaned at her rough handling of my now battered cock she finally relented and started to tenderly kiss and lick at my spent manhood.
Smiling up at me, she breathed;
"Well...I told my boss I'd make sure I got something to eat," as she now pushed her seaman-covered fingers to her lips, "But I didn't expect...to get pudding...as well," she grinned.
God, this woman was insatiable! |
FSE | Title: The Club-Breaking, and Isaak's Training by draconicon
Tags: Anal, Bear, Character Development, Chemical Use, M/M, Polar Bear, Scat, Watersports
Warning, this story is both stronger in fetish and stronger in emotion than the previous story. If you didn't like it, I doubt you'll like this one. Again, do not read if the tags aren't things that appeal to you. Do not read if you are less than legal age. And, as a thing to point out, this story needs a tag for vomit, as it wasn't included in the available choices.
Seriously, do not read if you are in those requirements.
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Isaak smiled at the bear cub as he slumped over as the sedative took effect. It was so cute that he felt like chuckling, but this was serious that he managed to keep himself from doing it. A cub for a sex slave...who would have thought about it, in this day and age? Only Draconicon, that was for sure, and only that scaly would be able to think of a way to keep the club's owner off of their backs about it.
Leaning down, he picked up the handcuffed cub, and looked at his fellow bar manager. "Where should I take him until he wakes up? I don't think either of us have enough room at our places, and if anyone watched him tonight, our homes would be the first place they'd look, other than here." The dragon paused for a moment to think, and smiled. This time, Isaak had to chuckle, his large belly rolling at the mischievous look on the dragon's face. "Oh, I can tell you've got one hell of an idea, Dracon. What is it?"
The dragon chuckled a little bit, and waved for Isaak to follow him. Isaak followed with a smile, the unconscious cub in his arms. Despite the tight hallways they walked through to the back of the club, the polar bear's fat belly somehow managed to squeeze through. It rode up his body and made his belly bulge out in the front, as well as raising the cub almost up to his chin level, but he managed to fit.
He followed the dragon on to a room that he hadn't seen in the back of the club before. Its door would have made a bank vault jealous, just from the size and spoked wheel on the front of it. Even more than that, there were several other security features, including a numbered password pad, a retina scanner, and even a pawprint reader. So much security covered the door that it tempted Isaak to believe that something roughly equivalent to a city budget lay behind the door.
"When the hell did we get something like this, Draconicon? I thought the club was broke," Isaak said, adjusting the cub in his arms.
"I invested some of my own money into this thing," the dragon said as he started rapidly tapping out a code on one pad, and having another read his pawprint. "It makes for a very good place to keep some toys when you wait to have your turn with them," he explained as he opened the door.
Inside was a totally white room, with a five foot depression in the middle of it. There were no lights in the room, and the walls appeared soundproofed. Just opening it let out a wave of heat and moisture, giving an example of the heat that was contained in the room.
"Hey, I've heard of these things," Isaak said with a chuckle. "Sensory deprivation rooms, right?"
"Right. Anything in there can't see anything, can't hear anything from the outside. They're exposed to desert level heat, so they get sweat soaked in minutes, and the only things they'll be able to smell or taste would be themselves, and their wastes," the dragon said with a small chuckle. "I've tested it on a few people. It makes them so much easier to break down to what you want them to be."
Isaak nodded in understanding, having been put in a water based chamber like that himself. It was relative torture, if you didn't expect it, or weren't used to it, but it certainly broke down the resistance that most people had against being molded to someone's purpose. It had the side effect of making the person locked in there utterly filthy as well, from sweat and urine and shit, but that was a bonus, as far as he was concerned.
"So, how long do you want to leave the boy in there? I don't think we can really wait too long to start his training, but if we don't get him broken well enough, there's no way that we can get him trained," Isaak said as he slowly lowered the cub into the room.
The dragon chuckled a bit as he closed the room, and said, "One week. One week should be enough to get that starving cub to start accepting reality as a slave."
Isaak couldn't help staring at the number. A week in that chamber would be like a month on the rack in another institution. He'd tried being in a sensory deprivation chamber before, and he'd barely lasted a day and a half before he'd begged to be let out.
For a moment, the polar bear felt tempted to ask his partner to go easy on the cub. For a moment.
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Damo slowly started to wake up, groaning as he did. His eyes still closed, he rubbed his head, trying to relieve the pain of a headache. "Ugh, whatever I ate, whatever it was, I won't be touching it again. No food is worth this headache," he muttered under his breath. He slowly opened his eyes.
And closed them again before forcing them open. There was absolutely no difference between the way things looked with his eyes open or closed. Even worse, he couldn't even feel anything other than the floor he sat on. "Where...where the hell am I?" the cub muttered to himself as he pushed himself to what he hoped was an upright position.
As he got to his feet, he shuffled forward, his hands outstretched. "Hello? Is anyone there?" he yelled, flinching as the sound came back at him twice as loud, forcing him to cover his ears.
The sound rose and fell for a few minutes before finally fading away, though to where was not apparent to him. Extending his arms out in front of himself again, he felt his way forward, his feet shuffling lightly over the smooth floor, until he touched the wall. Nodding to himself, he slowly paced down the wall, counting off the space until he reached the other side, and then did the same for the next wall.
After counting that off in his head, Damo realized he was in a pitch black room that only measured five feet by five feet. The walls felt perfectly smooth, and he couldn't find a seam that would indicate a door or anything like that.
It felt like he was trapped in there, completely, with no way out.
"Its fine, its okay," Damo muttered to himself as he slid down the wall, curling up in a fetal position. Gripping his legs tightly, he closed his eyes again. "It's okay, it's okay. So it's dark, and there's no way out. It's like an alley, just a dark alleyway. Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong," he muttered under his breath as he barely kept himself from rocking back and forth. "I'll be out of here soon, nothing's wrong. Those guys want me as a slave, right? They want me to be sex slave for them...means they'll let me out soon to do that...I'll be out soon, nothing's wrong..."
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Hours passed, days passed with the bear cub not seeing so much as a pinpoint of light, and as each second ticked past, the darkness gained more and more pressure. It pressed against him more and more, and at times it almost felt like it was holding him right against the walls of the small room.
Worse than that, however, was the smell that built up in the room. His own sweaty, musky body odor strengthened in the heat of the room, and the sweat matted his fur down until all the fine poofiness he'd worked to keep on the streets was gone. His clothes were long gone, so there wasn't even a chance that he could soak up some of his stench with that.
But the worst thing of all happened when he found out that he couldn't hold his bladder and bowels anymore.
It felt worse than when the grownups had given him those laxatives, making him shit in front of them, because he knew that he was going to mess himself. At least out there, there was the choice of doing it in a container, and then having it sealed away. In here, he couldn't tell where he was in the room at any given time, and there was almost a hundred percent chance that he would get it on him at some point or another. Even if he didn't, he would have to deal with the smell of shit and piss all over the floor.
Damo held his waste in for as long as he could, for what felt like another day, but was really only about six hours. When he could no longer hold it, he cried as he squatted down. His hole stretched out heavily as log after log pushed out in a rush, his bowels eager to empty themselves completely of what had been held in them for so long. It fell to the floor, not in a neat pile, but here and there, bouncing and rolling on the floor. At least a third of it got pressed against his feet, pressed against them and clumping against the fur and the pads. "Gross, gross, gross," Damo muttered to himself as the wet farts and sounds of shit falling from his hole continued.
Bent over as if he were nothing but a wild bear taking a dump, he lost control of his bladder as well. The tip of his sheath opened with the force of his pissing, and hit Damo in the face before he was aware of it. Grunting and pulling his head back enough to get out of the way, he nevertheless could smell his piss mixing with the sweat covering his fur, and staining him with the scent already. There was no way to get rid of the smell.
The flow of piss and shit continued, both pooling on the ground on different sides of the room. The tinkling sound of the urine splashing on the wall mixed with the wet slap of his crap against the ground, making a disgusting symphony of bodily waste. "Never gonna get this out of my fur," the little cub muttered to himself.
Falling on his butt and smooshing down the pile of poop as he finally ran out of both wastes, he winced and curled his arms around his legs, just trying to forget about what was happening with him, trying to forget and ignore the way that part of his body...the part between his legs...was getting hard from everything that had just happened.
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Isaak watched the little cub every day through the night vision cameras that were installed in the ceiling of the small room, smiling at the way the little guy looked. Despite how skinny he was, the little bear cub was so sexy with whatever he did that the polar bear couldn't help but jerk off as he watched. The whole week had been little more than a jerk-off session for him as he watched the naked cub just move around the cell.
Draconicon had watched as well, but his interest had been more of a scientific nature, just watching for the signs of breaking in the cub, as far as Isaak knew. However, even he had gotten rather horny when the cub had started shitting over his feet and pissing in the cell.
"Man, that was a fun little mutual pawing session," Isaak muttered to himself with a fond smile for the memory.
The little cub had been in the sensory deprivation room for six whole days, and it was starting to approach noon, on the seventh day, when the dragon seemed to decide that the cub had been broken enough. "That's long enough, I think," Draconicon said, tapping the screen as the cub continued to stare blankly at the wall across from him. "He'll be happy enough to see the light, to hear another voice, that he'll do just about anything now," the dragon said.
Isaak smiled, standing up from his chair. "So, does that mean you want me to start educating our little sex slave to be?" he asked, his head cocked to the side, eager as could be.
"Yes," the dragon said, sitting down in the chair his partner had vacated. "Keep in mind, though, I'll be watching, so don't get off tangent, and don't hold back. It will just hurt him later, if you're too gentle now," he warned, giving Isaak a bit of a glare before turning his eyes back to the screen.
"Yeah, yeah...but I'm still gonna have fun," the polar bear muttered as he left the security room at the back of the bar.
The dragon watched the screen as if he'd not heard his partner, but shook his head as he muttered, "Have all the fun you want, Isaak, but if you screw up this slave, I'm gonna make sure you go down harder than you ever did out on the streets. I pulled you out, and I can put you back."
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Damo rocked back and forth in the darkness, almost to the point of whimpering by now. The only thing holding him back from that was the thought of those grownups opening the door and seeing him like that. "No way, no way are they gonna see me l-like that," he stammered softly to himself in the darkness. He barely felt able to move from the pressure the darkness exuded, feeling almost like a ton of bricks pressed against him.
"Come on, come on...some light...just give me some light, please, dear God let me have some light!"
Almost as if it were on cue, a wall of the darkness was pushed away, and almost painfully bright light hit him right on the face. Shading his eyes, Damo peered through his fingers at a shape in the light, unable to tell who it was. Despite that, he was thankful beyond belief that he was going to get let out of here. He couldn't have taken another minute, let alone another hour or day.
"Please...just let me...out...I can't take anymore..." Damo whispered as he tried to push himself to his feet. His paws squelched as they pressed into a log of shit, and he groaned softly as he slowly made his way up. He'd come into the room filthy, and he was leaving it filthier, he knew. "Please...I'll do whatever...you want...just let me out!" he pleaded.
The shaded figure didn't move for a moment. It merely stared down at him, as if considering his request. It did, however, eventually move, which was all that Damo cared about.
Stumbling through the room towards the light, Damo's footsteps squelched wetly with the shit that still clung to them, and in normal times, this would have made him blush, or at least try to wipe them off. But these were far from normal times, and his...captors? Masters?...seemed to prefer him as filthy as possible.
As the bear cub reached the clean floor outside of the room, he fell to the ground, kissing it gently. "Never...never again...no more darkness...no more emptiness..." he muttered softly, panting in relief of being free from the room.
"Well, that could easily be arranged, so long as you do well with your training," the figure behind him said. Damo could tell it was the polar bear, by the voice. "Now, get up. You got two big things to learn from me, and the first I want to make sure you learn quickly. That way, the second thing will be easier for you," Isaak added.
Damo just lay on the floor for a few minutes, getting his breath, and his sanity, back. He barely even heard the words the adult bear said. He just felt incredibly grateful to be out of the dark room. He knew that he would do anything to stay out of it.
When he still hadn't said anything for about ten minutes, Isaak sighed and pulled Damo to his feet. "Come on, get a grip. It could have been a month in there, if Draconicon had thought he had more time to keep you in there. But we're on a time limit here, so a week was all that we could spare. Now, come on, let's get started," the polar bear said as he half carried, half walked the younger bear into another back room of the club.
As soon as the door shut, silence fell in the room, showing it to be as soundproofed as the dark room. The walls were lined with red wall paper, with some pink and red pillows dotting the seats and couches around the room. In the center was a small fountain, with twinkling water coming out of it. Damo looked around at it and gaped at the beauty of the room, contrasted with the seediness of the main room of the club, and with the way that he felt.
"Don't worry, little cub. Acts back here can be as filthy or as clean as the customer likes. But today, its gonna be pretty filthy," Isaak said as he walked over to one of the couches, pulling out a small bottle of pills. "You see these? They are emetics, something you probably haven't heard of bef-"
"Pills that make me throw up?!" Damo stared at the older bear again. "You're gonna make me start throwing up now? You mean there are freaks out there that like watching that?!"
Isaak blinked a little bit, and nodded. "Quite a few actually, and since not many clubs boast having someone like that, you're going to draw in quite a few customers," the polar bear said. Holding the pill bottle out to the cub, he said, "I'm sorry for what I did with you before, but we had to get that done quickly. Now, will you just take the pills, please? I really want to get this going."
Damo hesitated as he walked closer, his hand slightly reached out. "If I take these...you're just gonna watch me puke, right? You won't, like, swallow it or anything, or make me do that with yours?" he asked, his eyes going from the pill bottles to the white furred face.
The older bears brown eyes stared right into Damo's for a few seconds, and nodded. "You just puke where I point, and then we'll move right along to the second thing. And so long as you make sure your vomit hits the right spots, the second lesson will be a lot easier. I promise," Isaak said. He shook the bottle a bit, and then put two small pills in Damo's paw. "Just swish these down, and then we'll wait for about ten minutes for them to take effect."
That was easy enough. Grabbing a bit of the cool water from the fountain and holding it in his paw, Damo swallowed the pills and water quickly, and sat down on one of the couches beside the older bear. He stayed quiet, holding a paw on his belly, rubbing it as he wondered how long those pills would take to work. "Um...where are you gonna...you know...have me puke?" he asked.
"Yes, yes, I almost forgot," Isaak muttered. Standing up from the couch, he shucked off his pants and his shirt in a flash to the surprise of the cub still on the couch. Sitting down and pulling on his sheath a little bit, Isaak patted his belly and gestured to his groin. "Just make sure it gets all over my belly and sheath, and my cock. Trust me, it will help."
Damo wasn't sure whether to believe Isaak or not, but the bigger bear was being a lot kinder than the last time he had seen him. Maybe he felt a little guilty about what he had done, after all? "I-if you say so," he muttered, curling up a little tighter around himself to hide his own sheath.
"Come on, cub," Isaak said, pushing the brown bear's legs apart a little bit. "Hiding yourself isn't a good way to make people treat you better. If you work back here, you need to be completely open to the customers purchasing your time. Otherwise, you're gonna make them mad, and angry customers will hurt yo-"
Damo blushed as Isaak stopped talking, knowing what he was staring at. His sheath and balls were a little swollen, the former with arousal, the second with unspent cum. In the dark room, he hadn't felt a need to jerk off, and so his balls had kept filling up, more and more until they had almost tripled in size. They felt so full, and they hung down to almost his mid thighs.
"Oh...I see why you might hide those," Isaak said, reaching down and fondling them with his blunt claws, to Damo's embarrassment. His prick started slowly edging out of his sheath, hardening as it went, and spilling pre already. Isaak chuckled a bit as he continued to stroke his own meat, looking down at the cub's dick. "Though I don't see why you'd want to hide that, I really don't."
Damo stayed still as his cock was stroked, not wanting to provoke the older bear...and not wanting the good feeling to end. He had stroked himself off before, but it hadn't been near as good as this, or how it felt when he was milked for cum when they'd first got him. But this, this was better than any of that, because the other guy was actually seeming to take his time with it.
"Ugh...uhhh...sir...this...this feels so good!" he grunted as his little hips started humping into the polar bear's paw.
Chuckling hard enough to make ripples spread out over his heavily furred gut, Isaak sped up the stroking of both their cocks. "Yeah, it always feels better when its another's hand down there," he said. Hearing a gurgle from the younger boy's belly, though, he pulled his paw back. "Sounds like your belly is about ready to upchuck. Ready?"
Damo nodded nervously, getting up shakily. Moving across the couch, he held his head over Isaak's belly, his stomach already heaving and his throat tightening down.
"Aim."
Damo shivered over Isaak's body, his whole body shaking as he held back his stomach's urge to completely empty itself. He rocked back and forth, his arms shaking, barely able to support him. Were these emetics or super emetics?!
"Shoot!" Isaak commanded, holding the younger bear up by the chest.
And boy, did Damo shoot. His mouth dropped open, and what little was left in his stomach that was solid came out with a vengeance. Mostly a brown liquid, the cub's vomit had little bits of yellow and orange speckled through it, almost as if it were a dark facsimile of easter egg paint.
Due to the lack of food during his time in the dark room, Damo's stomach couldn't let loose anything solid, but that didn't stop the young bear from puking a lot of liquid. Almost acidic in smell and feel, it splattered all over the polar bear's belly, spreading in rivulets down his sides. The brown stained the white fur, sinking in immediately as if from a paint brush.
"Ah, yes Damo, that's good," Isaak grunted, his cock pulsing lightly, hard and throbbing as he adjusted the cub's aim. The spewing junk of Damo's belly slowly spread down from the polar's bulging belly down over his hips, and slowly reached his sheath, cock, and balls. The brownish stain continued soaking into his fur, and Isaak groaned with pleasure with each spurt of vomit that left the little cub's mouth.
The vomit even seeped into Isaak's sheath, and he seemed to show no end of pleasure with that development. Squeezing his sheath around his cock, he groaned in heady pleasure at the way that felt, barely seeming to remember to hold Damo's body up.
A few minutes by Isaak's reckoning, a few hours by Damo's, the cub's stomach stopped heaving, and he was able to lie down on again. It was over Isaak's vomit soaked lap, with the stench and liquid that hadn't been soaked up by the polar bear's fur soaking into his chest, but at least he wasn't puking anymore.
Panting in soft relief from the lack of pain in his belly, Damo looked up at the polar bear. "What...what next, sir?" he asked.
Damo started to worry a little bit when Isaak hesitated, and stiffened up on the bear's lap. He was still weak, but he could move. Maybe he could get out of here now? No, that dragon was still in the club somewhere, he was sure, and he couldn't get out of here when that dragon was here. Besides...it wasn't so bad with Isaak. He was kind enough to be honest, and he was being nice enough to let him rest now. Maybe the next lesson wouldn't be so bad.
"The next lesson is anal sex."
Or maybe it would be good. Damo looked up a little bit at Isaak, cocking his head to the side a little bit. "Um...does that feel a bit like fingering your ass?" he asked.
Isaak seemed to cheer up a little bit, and nodded. "A little bit, but a person's cock is a lot thicker than a finger, and it's a lot longer too. Its definitely a favorite with the people around this neighborhood, too, so you need to get used to taking cocks up that backside of yours." He slowly lifted Damo off of his lap, showing his vomit slickened cock. "That's why I wanted you to do the vomit first, so that my cock could be slicker. Understand?"
Damo did, and nodded in response. "So, where do you want to fuck me?" he asked, showing a bit of excitement for this. He giggled a bit, even, as he stood up from the couch. "Couch, floor, fountain?"
The polar bear chuckled a bit at the younger bear, and got up off of the couch, setting him back on it. "You just hang onto the back of the couch, and make sure you don't slide off. I'll do the rest," Isaak said with a smile, turning Damo's head to look the other way.
Damo grinned as he wiggled his shit covered buttcheeks at the older bear before it was held immobile by Isaak's paws. Oh, he had wondered how this had felt for a long time, ever since he'd seen his daddy take it up the ass from a stranger before he died. His daddy had looked so happy having a dick up his hole, and now he'd feel how it felt.
Those paws on his ass kneaded the cheeks, and he giggled a bit as his hole was exposed. He felt it puckering as those strong polar bear claws rubbed over it. As Isaak breathed over it, though, Damo almost squeeled in happiness, giggling a bit as the hot breath played over his hole.
"Yeah, Draconicon's gonna love this hole later," he heard Isaak mutter quietly behind him. "Now, relax, little cub. This is gonna hurt a little bit," Isaak said as Damo felt him press something hard and wet against his hole. "Gonna fuck you good, little bear, but you're gonna love it too, aren't you?"
Damo didn't even get a chance to answer as Isaak's cockhead speared through his hole, powering inwards at a fast rate. Muffling a shout of pain against the top of the couch, Damo's ass tried to push the cock back out, as if taking a shit, and this kept it from ripping him apart. Isaak's cock had to be at least two inches wide, to feel like this in his hole.
"Oooooh, yes, such a tight hole...you might have fingered yourself, cub, but you're definitely a virgin," Isaak muttered. Damo felt the cock pulling out a bit before it was shoved in, even further this time. Instead of muffling a yell of pain this time, though, he had to use the couch to keep a yelp of pleasure from coming out. The next thrust brought pleasure even harder to muffle, and the next one harder still.
The older bear's thrusting got harder and harder, even as the last of his cock's eight inches of length slipped into the cub. Each thrust was harder than the last, Isaak's body slowly creeping over Damo's back as they fucked with the ferocity of the ferals that their species had once been. Isaak grunted over the cub's back, huffing and grunting in Damo's ears, pre shooting into the cub's rear faster and harder as the session went on.
For Damo's part, this was altogether the best feeling he'd ever gone through. His hole was battered, and soaked with the older bear's pre, and his prostate was under constant assault. Underneath his belly, his cock bounced off his flat stomach with each thrust, and his own pre was splattering all over the couch, marking it with his sex scent. His groans and moans of pleasure filled the air and mixed with Isaak's voice, creating a sexual symphony, with the thrusting percussion, the moaning chorals, and the squeaking couch as the strings.
He wanted it to last forever.
But it only lasted for five more minutes, as the older bear came hard in Damo's ass, filling it, bombarding the prostate with shot after shot of pre from the overly filled balls of the polar bear. In turn, this triggered Damo's climax, shooting over the couch. Ropes of cum, thick and almost solid at points, splattered over the red cushions, further polluting the once clean room. Just as Isaak had hoped.
As his own climax overwhelmed him, Damo slid down on the couch and off of Isaak's cock. He panted softly, exhausted from the fucking and from the lack of food, and wanting so badly to fall asleep. As he slowly drifted off, the door to the room slammed open.
In the light from the hall stood a hippo in a suit, one that was too small and allowed a gut bigger than Isaak's to hang out. "What the hell is going on here?! Isaak, explain why you're breaking my rules!"
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There's chapter two of this story, and as a warning, things are only going to get stronger, more disgusting, and more difficult for this little cub. Will he survive this? We'll find out, won't we? Anyway, comment and rate, if you can. I always love comments. Just take a few seconds out of your day and tell me how I did. |
nifty | My ancestral home was built many leagues from the nearest village of Rainboro, where my mother's parent's lived. The road between my home and my grandparents' home was a barely discernable dirt rut, and navigation between the two locations was difficult. The only time we made the grueling trek was at the Yuletide.
The nearest doctor was a good two hours away by swift steed. It was thus that it happened that Dr. McDrurey did not reach our house until four hours after my father died on my eighteenth birthday, which fell on the twentieth day of November. We were celebrating the event, when a small morsel of venison from my birthday meal, lodged in my father's throat. Suddenly he began to gag. We pounded on his backside, but he just kept gagging until he turned blue and collapsed. Immediately we dispatched a trusted servant to fetch the doctor, but unfortunately, it was to no avail.
We could not bury the good man for three days because we had to wait for a priest to arrive. He was laid to rest with his ancestors in the family cemetery. My mother retired to her bedroom not an hour after the internment and no amount of my cajoling could get her out of her chamber. The servants brought meals to her. They provided warm, soapy water with which she could bathe her frail body, and they regularly emptied her chamber pot. Except for the ministering of the servants, she remained alone in her room, mourning for my father.
Our home had been built centuries ago as a fortress. There were few windows and the house was dark, cold and dank even in mid summer. In all honesty, I could not blame my mother for hiding in her room. She had hated our home since the day my father brought her there after their nuptials.
When a month had passed, she allowed me to call upon her. I quickly suggested that she should visit with her parents for as long as it would please her. I had taken over the management of the farm and our estate, and if I might be allowed to brag, I was doing an excellent job of it. She resisted the idea of leaving my father's home at first, but my persistence wore her down and she consented at long last.
I outfitted a carriage for her and tied my own fine steed to the rear. I drove the carriage and accompanied my mother to my grandparents. Halfway there, I was surprised to see a rather imposing mansion about fifty yards off the rutted road. I could not remember ever having seen it before, and I made a mental note to inquire as to its inhabitants.
We arrived at my grandparents' home in Rainboro late of an afternoon. I could not linger there, and I left almost immediately, over my grandparents' objection. I explained that I needed to get home quickly as I was now overseer of the family estate, and my presence at Bradsmoor was a necessity. They embraced me and sent me on my way with a basket of food.
I was not a half hour on the road when it began to sleet. I covered my face with a great scarf that my grandmother had knitted for me years ago, and I forged ahead. My faithful steed was having much difficulty negotiating his way.
The sleet eventually turned to snow and now I could barely see before me. The white snow was blinding me and I lost all sense of direction. The road was not clearly distinguished and I began to fear for my safety. Then I saw it. There were lights ahead, warm and inviting. I realized that the lights were emanating from the house which I had not known existed prior to today.
I headed my horse toward the lights. They had appeared so close, but it seemed to take hours to get there. When I arrived at my destination, I could see a lean-to very close to the house and I tied my horse to a post in the shelter. I wiped him down with my scarf as best I could and covered him with a blanket from my saddle bag. Then I trudged my way to the front door. It was exceptionally dark and I realized that all the lights in the house, which had shone so brightly of late, were now extinguished. I prayed that if the inhabitants of this sanctuary were asleep, they would hear me banging at the door.
The knocker was heavy and ornate. It would take some strength to lift it and start knocking. To my horror and dismay, the knocker was frozen to the door and I could not budge it. I was about to start pounding on the door when it opened up.
Standing in the doorway was a handsome youth of some twenty years. He was wearing a heavily embroidered scarlet robe, and in his hand he held a candle whose flame he shielded from the wind. He beckoned me in and tight shut the front door after me. Unlike my cold house, the interior of this abode was warm and comfortable.
The youth said not a word, but motioned me to follow him. He led me into a large library. A warm fire glowed in the fireplace. The man pulled a chair close to the fire, and spoke at last.
"Take off your wet garments and hang them on the back of this chair. The fire will dry them in a very short time."
I did as he requested, and I stripped off my heavy outer coat. My waistcoat was wet as well, and I removed it also, it being quite warm in the room. Lastly I removed my wet boots and stockings.
"If your trousers or your shirt are wet, do not be shy about removing them as well," my host proclaimed. "We are the only two souls in this house, my servants having deserted me a fortnight ago."
I was perfectly dry now and not inclined to remove any more clothing, but I was after all a curious youth of eighteen. "Why have they deserted you?" I asked in all innocence.
"That is a story that would take another fortnight to relate. Just rest assured that we are alone, and that I am more than pleased to offer you my hospitality. From the looks of the falling snow, you may be here for a time. Are you hungry?" he asked.
I had devoured my grandmother's basket of food, just before stumbling on this house so I shook my head. "No thank you. I've eaten," I said.
"May I offer you a warming glass of wine then?" he asked me, sounding most hospitable.
"No thank you," I replied. "I am happily content to be out of the weather and warm and comfortable in your home. But where are my manners?" I extended my hand and said, "My name is Tom McIntyre and I live in Bradsmoor some ten miles up the road, if you can call it a road."
The handsome youth took my hand. He didn't really shake it, but he held it and I could feel warmth invade my entire body. "I am Rene LaFontaine," he said. My ancestry is French."
"It is a pleasure," I said pulling my hand away.
"Are you tired?" he asked me.
"I have to admit that fighting the elements has exhausted me."
"Let's to bed then," he said. "We'll get better acquainted in the morning." He extended his hand, which I took, and he guided me up the stairs. He opened the first door on the right at the top of the staircase.
He led us into a large bed chamber. A warm fire burned in the fireplace. The room contained a large armoire and a huge bed. I reckoned that four large men could sleep in it. I had never before seen a bed quite so large. At the foot of the bed stood a rather heavy looking hope chest.
"Other than servants' quarters, I am afraid that this is the only bedchamber which is furnished," he said. "I must ask you to sleep with me. I promise I do not snore nor do I much toss and turn. And you?"
"I too am a quiet sleeper. Restlessness has never been a trait of my family," I assured him.
"Good," he said and dropped his robe. He faced me completely naked. He had not had on any clothing under the robe. He bent over and removed a chamber pot from under the bed and peed into it at some length. Then he offered me the pot.
"Just a moment," I said, and completely disrobed as quickly as I was able. I took the pot and did my business. He took it from me and opened the bedroom door. He placed the pot outside the door. I wondered at that, since he had no servant to dispose of our water. He closed the chamber door and secured it tightly. Again I wondered why he would take such precautions if we were alone in the house.
Now we both stood facing each other completely naked. We did what all young men do. We stared at our genitalia. I had seen my father after his bath several times. He was small and shrunken, but Rene's cock was magnificent. It was, I believe, partially erected, and at least seven inches long and quite thick. His head was pushing through his foreskin and I could see a bubble of a viscous fluid on the tip.
"Have you ever tasted a man's juices?" he asked, noting that I was staring at the bubble adorning his cock head.
"No," I replied. He took his forefinger and removed the bubble.
"Here," he said, "Taste." I was strangely titillated by all this. I had never at that time even pleasured me as yet, and I was excited and aroused at the prospect of what avenue Rene was pursuing.
I licked the fluid off his finger and was disappointed that I received no discernable taste. "It has no taste," I said.
"You'll see, I'll make more later and it will have a pleasant taste, I assure you. Now let us get to sleep." I climbed into the bed and lay at one far end whilst Rene extinguished the candles. The room was now dimly lit only by the waning fire.
"Move closer to the center," Rene suggested, "lest ye fall off the side." As I moved closer to the center, Rene got into the bed. He pulled the covers over us and snuggled close to me. I turned away from him and he nested against me. I could feel his cock pressing against the crack of my arse. I was simultaneously frightened and aroused. My cock was now fully erected as was his.
I could feel Rene's arm encircle my waist and reach for my cock. His fingers wrapped around it and held it tight. He did not stroke it nor fondle it. He simply held it. I was petrified. After a bit, I could tell from his breathing that he had fallen asleep. As frightened as I was, I fell asleep too. The difficult journey had exhausted me.
Sometime in the middle of the night, I awoke. Rene was sleeping a little off from me and no longer wrapped around me. I had to pee again so I crept out of the bed and went out into the hallway where I knew the chamber pot to be. It was where he had left it. I bent over intending to pick it up gently so as not to spill any of our combined waste.
The pot was empty. Rene had said that we were the only souls in the house. He must have gotten out of bed and emptied it, yet I was reasonably sure he had never left our bed. I peed and left the pot outside, and returned to the bed. As soon as I got into bed, Rene wrapped himself around me again. His hand found my cock once more and encircled it. This time he began to stroke it and I had the strangest sensation.
All my fears deserted me. My cock hardened almost immediately. I felt a tingling sensation growing in my loins. It was the pleasantest tingle I had ever experienced. The tingle grew and grew in intensity. My breathing got heavy and my whole body began to writhe. Suddenly Rene stopped stroking me. He leaned over my body and took my cock in his mouth. I was awestruck. I knew it felt wondrously good, but I was unaware that my cock could be used in such a manner. I pondered the notion that he might be of the habit of ingesting urine. He continued stroking me with his tongue and the tingle returned. I began to feel like my body might turn to fire and burn itself up. A sensation of such pleasure came over me that I began to cry. I wish I could describe my first orgasm to you, but I lack the poet's talents.
I could feel some sort of emission coming from my cock and filling Rene's mouth. My cock was tender and I begged Rene to stop sucking me. He crept up my body and began to kiss me. As he did so, he passed some of my emission into my own mouth. I swallowed it and it tasted good.
"I told you I would make more fluid and you would like it," Rene told me. He turned his back to me and went to sleep. I was left with an empty feeling. I wanted to do that to him, but he had turned away from me. There was nothing for me to do but to try to sleep also.
When I awoke, the room was lighted by the dawn, but it was far from bright. The fire had been newly stoked and I felt quite warm. I was alone in the chamber. I walked to the window and peered out. The snow was still falling so heavily that I could not see beyond the window. I turned back toward the bed and I saw that the hope chest was covered with a basin of warm soapy water, a wash cloth and a towel. To my surprise the chest also contained the chamber pot. It was clean and smelled fresh washed. I needed to use the pot badly.
I placed it on the floor and squatted over it. I deposited my waste from front and rear and whilst still naked, I returned the pot to the hallway just out side the door. I used the wash cloth and the soapy water to wash my body as best I could. The last thing I did was to clean my lately discharged arse. I delicately opened the door, and dropped the now brown wash cloth atop the chamber pot.
I returned to the room and could not see my clothes. I opened the armoire and there they were, neatly hung. I dressed and left the room. I descended the staircase, but there seemed to be no one on the main level of the house. I followed the aroma of cooking to the next level down. There I found the kitchen. Rene was standing over a stove attending to our breakfast. He wore his trousers and a pair of slippers, and it was obvious that no under garments touched his beautiful body. He was shirtless and I longed to caress his magnificent torso. After all, he had done as much to me, but I was afraid that he was not inclined to receive my touches in a friendly manner. I feared also that I might offend him with any gesture of affection.
"Ah, there you are," Rene said. "Come here at once."
I ran up to him and he kissed me lightly on my lips. "I feared you would sleep the day away. Had you not come downstairs, I would have been forced to have fetched you. Sit down at the table and I will serve you your breakfast."
I knew not what to say and so I did as he bade me. He served each of us two boiled eggs. Already sitting on the table were a fresh baked loaf of bread and a small tub of butter. I wondered where all this came from, since he was so isolated, and since he had nary a servant.
I was emboldened to ask him how the chamber pot kept getting emptied and then cleaned to be used anew as there were no servants afoot. He looked at me in a strange manner and answered me thus: "I had not noticed any such event." I knew to say no more on the matter.
"I have removed your steed from the lean-to and placed him in my stable," he informed me. "He has been combed and fed and is perfectly content as he is sharing the stable with a mare, and both are untethered."
I thanked him for being so thoughtful and so kind.
We placed all the dirty dishes and pans in a large scrub sink already filled with water, and we left them there. I could not help but wonder if phantom servants would wash the dirty dishes and return them to the cupboards.
"Come now," Rene said. "Unfortunately we have no diversions in this house and I would want to pursue the pleasures of the flesh. There is much I have yet to teach you so let's hie to the bedchamber."
There was much I was eager to learn and I hurried after him. The first thing I noticed was that the chamber pot was no longer in the hallway, but this time I swear by the virgin, I saw a running figure far down the hall, turning at the bend. I was afraid to comment at all. Rene would surely deny my sighting.
When we entered the room, the wash basin and the wet towel were gone. I knew that if I said something to Rene, he would tell me that he hadn't noticed, so I kept my tongue.
He came to me and undid the stays on my trousers and they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them. As I did so, my eyes naturally turned to the floor. When I looked up, Rene was already in bed and totally naked.
"Join me," he said in such a seductive manner, that I would have thought such whispers were left solely for a husband and his wife in the privacy of their bedchamber.
I jumped onto the bed and he wrapped his arms around me. He began to kiss me in a way previously unknown to me. He forced my lips apart and his tongue began to caress my own. Such caressing had so strange an affect on me, that I near swooned.
"Would you like to suck my cock," he asked "as I have so lately sucked yours?"
My body ached with a desire I had never before known. I was so weak, I could barely whisper, "Yes."
I bent over him and took his throbbing manhood into my mouth. He instructed me in the use of my tongue and lips. I must have been an excellent student, because he seemed pleased with me, and he rewarded my efforts with many sighs of pleasure. We were both so lost in our love making, that we failed to hear or notice the bedchamber door open.
Suddenly I was pulled off Rene's body and thrown on my back. I looked up to see a horribly deformed dwarf peering at me. He threw himself on my body and attempted to take my cock into his mouth. I was so revolted I thought I might give up my breakfast. I began to fight the creature, but he was so strong that I made little headway.
I felt my cock entering his mouth, and his tongue was as rough as my pet cat's. I cried out in pain. My sobs were well rewarded. In my agony I heard Rene whipping the creature across his back and buttocks.
"Off, off him, Andre," I heard Rene scream at the creature. Andre jumped off me and I was aware that he was running down the hall with Rene in close pursuit. I heard a heavy door bang shut somewhere off in the distance, and then I heard the unmistakable clang of a lock bar slide into place.
Rene returned to me weeping. I was quite in a state of shock. "He is my twin brother," Rene explained, and burst into breast racking sobs. He is the reason why we have no servants. They would hear strange noises and occasionally see strange shapes in the corridors. Believing my home to be haunted, they all departed."
That's about the moment when I fainted dead away.
When I awakened, I was in my own bed in my own home. Rene was sitting on my bed holding my hand. I glanced toward the window and was aware that the snow had stopped falling. Bright sunlight was shining into the room. I had never before noticed any brightness in my house.
Rene got up and latched my door. When he returned to me, he placed his hand on my genitals and began to rub my cock. "Would you like to continue what we started?" he asked. I nodded, and he stripped in a trice. He lay down next to me and said, "Tom, I love you."
I leaned over him and took him into me. I remembered his instructions and amidst heavy sighs, writhing of his body, and a loud scream, he spurted into me straight away. I loved the taste of him and drank every drop.
"Next time," he said, "I'll teach you how to fornicate in my arse hole."
"That will pleasure me no end," I answered him and kissed him on his lips.
"Please," I said, "tell me how I came to be home."
"After you fainted," Rene said, "I returned to Andre's room to explain that he could never commit such a dastardly act again. When I opened his door, he was lying in a pool of blood. A knife protruded from his chest. He still breathed and he whispered in my ear that he could not live like this any longer. He said he loved me, and the most precious gift he could give me was my freedom. He expired moments later and I buried him in the family crypt below the house. Nobody knows of his existence so I needn't explain his death. By my oath, I swear to you, I gave him a good Christian burial. I cleaned his room and it is free of any traces of blood.
When I returned to the bedchamber and to our shared bed, I saw that the snow had stopped. I readied my coach with two fine horses, and tied your steed to the rear of it. I dressed you and carried you into the coach. It was a difficult journey to your home, the snow being piled quite high. When I reached your front door at long last, your servants near covered me with kisses, that relieved were they to see you alive. They helped me deposit you in your own bed and allowed me to stay until you awakened."
"What are we to do now?" I asked. "Now that I have found you, I could not bear to face a life without you." I sobbed and embraced my true love.
"Our lands abut one to the other," Rene said. "Let us become one; one estate, one farm, one body. We can let our farmers live in my house and I will live here with you."
The thought of living with Rene and sleeping with him every night warmed me body and soul. "Yes," I said, one body, one soul. We'll be together for eternity, here on earth, and in the life after death, still to come. I pledge myself to you, Rene."
I reached over to my night table and took hold of my letter opener. I slit the tip of my forefinger. Rene offered me his finger and I slit it likewise. We held our fingers together and mingled our blood. Then we kissed.
Author's Note: This tale is homage to the talented authors of the nineteenth century who produced all those wonderful, eerie gothic, romantic tales. Special thanks go to the Bronte sisters. If I have offended any of them currently dwelling in paradise, I hope they will please accept my humble apologies. HB |
FSE | Title: The ring and the raccoon by Strega
Tags: Doggystyle, Fox, Human, M/F, M/M, Mind Control, Oral, Raccoon, Soft, Wolverine, Zoophilia
Updated version of a 2005 short story of mine that's never been posted here.
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**The Ring and the Raccoon: a story set in the Maker's castle**
By Strega
The fortress squats on a hill, dark and nearly windowless. A flat-topped cylinder surrounded by six outlying towers is in turn surrounded by a dry, stone-lined moat. A narrow drawbridge leads to a bronze-studded door, and the towers are pierced by crossletted arrow slits. The only other visible entrance is on a taller, thinner central tower. A crenelated balcony surrounds this at what must be the seventh or eighth floor level, and entry could be had there via another bronze-studded door. Two figures in black armor pace the balcony, using the elevation to watch for movement in the surrounding countryside.
The lead tiles of the roof and the thick stone walls are but part of the place's defenses. The conical roofs of the outer towers conceal ballistae and other siege weapons, and more guards. Approaching the castle at all, even by air or via other dimensions, will trigger alarms. This is the castle of the Maker, Ruhollah Rushiadah, and he has his own private army and great magics at his beck and call.
Like all communities, the fortress has its own rhythms and its own dramas.
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Fourteen people stood in the great hall, none of them human. Four gul, hulking wolverine-men in black armor; six volpa, graceful foxpeople in loose clothing or in one case, expertly crafted chain-mail. Four are praka, little nimble-fingered raccoon folk. These last wore nothing but loincloths and light leather belts to carry their tools, daggers and pouches. Two were male and two female.
At the head of the room was a broad dais, and on it an ornate chair - almost, but not quite, a throne. Two more gul flank it, one the largest wolverine in the room: this one stands well over seven feet tall. To the right and behind the chair stands another foxman, a lute and a rapier at his side. In front of the dais there is a single bald-headed human, slightly overweight, in saffron robes with his arms bound behind his back. Next to him sprawls an unnaturally large raccoon. This 'coon, while unremarkable in color and shape by raccoons standards, is much larger than normal. It is far larger than the biggest praka in the room, and would outweigh all but two of the gul. Unlike any other creature in the room, this raccoon looks to be a mere animal.
The door behind the dais opens and a man enters. At first glance he is identical to the one in the saffron robes, down to the tattoos on his scalp, but a closer look reveals the superior weave and ornamentation of his robe and that he is somewhat thinner. At his entrance every two-legged creature in the room bows.
Another difference between the two men becomes evident. The one with bound arms has a runic R tattooed on his forehead, while the man on the dais does not. The new arrival seats himself in the chair, taps his fingers twice on the arms and looks at the lute-carrying foxman. A human woman who'd followed him into the room takes up station behind his left shoulder.
"So, Chula. Where is the ring?"
The foxman reaches into his sleeve and produces a silver ring, which he hands to the seated man. The plain band lies on his palm for a moment before his hand closes into a fist.
"This ring is powerful. No mere charm of protection is bound into its metal. No, this ring...what were you thinking!" The fist slams into the chair arm.
"Master," began the copy of the seated man, "It seemed harmless. What could a mere raccoon do with such a thing?"
"Yes." The man in the chair - The Maker to his subjects; Alias or Ruhollah Rushiadah to his friends; arch-mage and creator of the three nonhuman races in the room - turns his attention to the lazy raccoon sprawled in front of the dais. "What indeed...?"
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The simulacrum busied himself in the storeroom. To the eye he was indistinguishable from his creator. He had the same scars, the same eyes, even - with the exception of the runic "R" - the same tattoos on his bald pate. In truth he was a magical creation, possessing only a fraction of his maker's magical skills and subject to his every command. He also had but a fraction of the personality of his maker; each of the castle simulacrums had his own interests, enough so that they could be considered real, separate people. For simple convenience the Maker assigned his various simulacrums names: this one was Charles, and Charles liked to eat. He had the extra pounds to show for it.
His keys let him into the locked store, where minor magics kept food from decaying. Inside he fills a stein with beer from one of two huge kegs. Alcohol was forbidden to the castle inhabitants on a day to day basis and was given out only on festival days. Gul, especially young and randy ones, were hard enough to get along with when sober, and drunken praka got into *everything*. Drunken volpa were less destructive, but every one of them thought he could sing. Some could; many could not, and the unearthly wail of a untrained fox-person singer had to be heard to be believed.
He carried his findings into the hallway and set them on a convenient table. As he locked the storeroom, a door was pawed open further down the hall. Soon a snuffling down near the floor told him something was looking for scraps. There were at least three species of pets in the castle, plus occasional bestial visitors like the dire wolverine Bloodripper last year, so Charles did not trouble himself. He busied himself with the food he'd scrounged, arranging slices of ham, venison, and two types of cheese on two thick slabs of brown bread carved from a loaf. Slices of onion, mushrooms, and halved olives followed. Much of this food originated as tribute from the local halflings, who much appreciated the protection the powerful Maker provided.
The snuffling drew closer. When a bandit-masked face appeared over the edge of the table he smiled. "Good morning, Four." He scratched the big raccoon behind the ears, them swept the scraps of his sandwich making onto the floor. Number Four was the castle's mascot; a non-sapient product of the early experiments that eventually produced the praka race. He differed from a normal raccoon in several ways, but the only one obvious to the eye was his sheer size. He stood three feet tall at the shoulder and weighed something like four hundred pounds, which was more than the average male gul. Lazy and somewhat overweight, he spent most of his time sleeping and the rest making circuits of his territory - the castle. Almost everyone liked the big, friendly raccoon, though he was an incorrigible beggar.
Charles took big bites of his sandwich as the raccoon gobbled up the scraps. Though a product of magic, the simulacrum was quite alive and needed to eat, sleep, and do everything else a man born of women did. Fragments of bread and cheese slid down his robe and were greedily snapped up by the 'coon. This made his smile all the broader, and when he finished his sandwich he reached into his pocket.
"Up, Four. Up." The raccoon rose on his hindpaws, hoping for a treat, and Charles instead grabbed one of the dark-furred 'hands'. In a moment he slid a simple silver ring onto the 'coon's ring finger. Instantly Number Four brought it over to his mouth and tried to nibble it off his finger.
"No, it's not good to eat, silly." Charles pushed the remains of the loaf of bread off the table to distract the 'coon. By the time that was masticated and swallowed, the ring was forgotten. The simulacrum finished his beer, belched, and patted the raccoon on his way past. "You have fun with that, you hear."
Number Four, of course, didn't understand. He knew a friendly tone, though, and he nosed hopefully around for more scraps. When the simulacrum left he stood up to eye the table, but other than a few crumbs - soon inhaled - all the food was locked away. Even his clever hands couldn't defeat the dwarf-made lock that kept hungry gul from raiding this food store. This pantry was meant for use only when access to the main kitchens was impossible, such as during a particularly severe siege.
A determined search rooted out no more scraps, and he made his way back down the hallway. He had woken from his nap at the scent of food, and he yawned until his jaws creaked as he ambled back into his room. Which particular room "his" was varied depending on which empty room was close when he grew tired. At the moment it was on the second floor. This room was hardly eight feet by ten, dusty, and empty of furnishings save for a stack of chairs and a well-worn rug. He stretched out on this and dozed.
Soon he was dreaming. His paws twitched, his tail flagged from side to side, and he made odd little chirping noises as he rolled onto his side and, finally, onto his back. After a half-hour, his dreams took a pleasant turn. In them he chased a raccoon female, who chittered and tumbled and stayed just out of reach. He wanted to catch her more with every moment, and in his sleep his forepaws stole down his belly. They stroked his sheath, which was already tight around his maleness. None of this was unusual, except that *this* time he wore a certain ring.
If he'd been awake he would have noticed the tingle as the *Ring of Human Influence* activated. This was the property of the Maker himself, and naturally it could affect more than 'humans.' That was why, at that particular moment, its magic reached out and found the praka in the hallway.
Like all praka, she could not speak Common due to the structure of her muzzle, and so she went by a nickname others *could* pronounce - Mouse. Like her namesake she was small and inoffensive, only three and a half feet tall and well into middle age. Given her job in the kitchen, it was no surprise she was generously proportioned, or to be less kind, overweight. At the moment she was returning to her room from a shift making bread, yet *something* drew her attention to a particular doorway. She pushed through the curtains and found a small, empty room. Only the sliver of light from the hall made it in, but her night-keen eyes spied the castle mascot stretched on his back.
It had never occurred to her to offer her affections to the big raccoon. It seemed the most natural thing in the world to approach now, though. The invisible effect of the *Ring* guided her; without knowing how, she knew what Number Four wanted and was anxious to provide it. She sank to her knees next to the big 'coon and grabbed his swollen sheath with both hands.
Number Four started awake, his increasingly sensual dream flying from his head to be replaced by an equally erotic reality. A prakafemme knelt next to him, little hands wrapped around his maleness as it unsheathed. Her padded palms scraped along the exposed, delicate skin, but he was so aroused that he churred in pleasure rather than object. She chirped happily as he swelled to full hardness, pulled his shaft upward, and lowered her head.
Mouse was missing one lower canine, and it was via this gap that the big raccoon's penis entered her mouth. Normal raccoons have long, but very thin members, but just as praka males have more girth than might be expected, so did Number Four; his ponderous thickness just fit into her muzzle. She wrapped her lips around the thing as best she could and sucked, her hands pumping up and down his shaft.
Number Four blinked fully awake only to stretch out in ecstasy. The little female sucked and licked, soon slicking down his shaft so her hands slid more smoothly. She crouched near his head to service him, and scenting the fleshy warmth of her sex he lapped out his tongue to taste.
Mouse unconsciously shifted her knees to make things easier for him. What he wanted, *she* wanted, and soon she was straddling his chest, her tail lifted so he could explore her little sex. In front of her remained the big raccoon's rampant maleness, and she sucked with increasing enthusiasm as his tongue tickled her vulva.
She was licking his tip when he churred and shuddered, and it did not surprise her when a spurt of semen fouled her whiskers and throat-fur. She opened her mouth to swallow the rest, but his need for orgasm communicated itself through the ring, making it *her* need as well. She stroked his cock and thrust herself back against his tongue, signaling her own climax with a shrill chirp. Further spurts of watery raccoon goo gouted onto her face as they shuddered in unison.
The ring's effect ebbed with his lust, and she realized what had happened. She had just fucked the castle mascot! What had she been thinking?! She must have been tired from work, or...or...she must have had bad fish for lunch. That must be it. She would never do such a thing on purpose!
Despite her astonishment she stayed with him for several minutes, letting him lap the stickiness from her face and throat. Praka are a broad-minded people when it comes to sex, and though it had been a shock it was not as inconceivable an event as it would be for some humans. It was, in fact, rather a shame that she was too small and he too well hung for -
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The Maker waved his hand hastily. "Er...thank you, Mouse. That's all I need to know." The little prakafemme curtsied and returned to her place with the other raccoon people, who nuzzled her comfortingly as they chittered in their own language. Mouse was the first to tell a joke about it, and a nearby volpa, well versed in chitter-speak, had to stifle a laugh. There were too many grim faces in the room not to.
"What harm did that do, master?" Charles spoke up from his spot in front of the dais. "Even if I had known that Number Four and Mouse mated, and even if I had guessed that the Ring allowed him - probably unconsciously - to seduce people, what harm did it do? I suspect there were already those in this castle who had lain with the mascot." He turned his gaze to the group around Mouse. "Am I right?"
The woman behind the throne - Candra, who could if asked detail exactly what it was like to lie with the castle mascot - opened her mouth to speak, but the Maker waved his hand again. "That's neither here nor there. That was not the last thing he did with the ring, unconsciously or not, is it?" He gestured, and one of the gul stepped forward. This one was quite short for a gul; even with boots on he barely topped six feet. Or rather, she did; every person in the room was knowledgeable enough of gul physique to realize this was one of the rare warrior females. There might not be any visible breasts beneath the armor, but the width of the hips gave it away.
"Kurula, I understand you met Number Four that afternoon, didn't you?"
The gul glanced at the others, then lowered her head. "Yes, Maker."
The Maker sighed. "As you asked, I release you from my service so that you may seek your fortune elsewhere. First, though, I need to know what happened yesterday afternoon."
The gul began to speak in her low, rumbling voice. "I was on watch duty, along with Shirak...."
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A furry figure stood on two legs on the central tower's balcony. It was over just over six feet tall and immensely broad, with muscles rippling under brown-black fur. The golden stripe along its sides and across its tail, along with its oversized ferret face, marked the creature as one of the Gul wolverine-people, creations of The Maker. A great bow and quiver of arrows lay close at hand, and every few paces along the walkway was a rope-pull that led to alarm bells inside the structure. The naked eye could not make out the magical barriers that shielded the walkway from attack, but they were there; no simple charm or silence spell would prevent the guard from carrying out her duties.
Kurula enjoyed these rare solo outings. Gul sheltered their women; outside the crèche, females were constantly escorted, as they were simply too few to risk. Within the crèche, though, they were the masters, and in fact their advice dictated clan policy to a large degree. Without the lust for fighting and competition for advancement that hampered the males they could spend more time thinking. It was the females that kept the males here; the females recognized the good that associating with the arch-mage did them. The Maker protected them from attack by large groups of enemies, and allowed the Gul to slowly build up their numbers. One day it would be time to leave, but not yet. Kurula was one of the rare females aggressive and determined enough leave the crèche and earn a place as a warrior.
She loved the breeze, too. Up here on the observation turret of the tower she could see for miles across the valley and experience the wind on her face. She took a sip of the pig's blood she had brought as a treat. She'd be able to enjoy the solitude until sundown, when Shirak, the gul male who shared this shift, would return and demand a favor in return for leaving her here alone. Kurula didn't mind granting him one: his handsome near-black fur and strong build saw to that. They were together frequently; he knew what she liked and wouldn't scruff her until she bled.
The door to the turret slid open with a grating of stone, and Kurula snarled under her breath. It was probably Shirak, anxious to collect his favor early. When not fighting, it seemed the only thing the males thought about was rutting. Another benefit of the crèche was that males could only enter when allowed.
She ignored the new arrival until she heard the muted churring and picked up his scent on the breeze. It wasn't Shirak after all. She turned and looked at the big raccoon, the castle's mascot. He was sniffing around the platform, occasionally licking the stone floor. She realized that he was licking up drops of blood that had dripped from her wineskin.
"Good 'coon," she rasped in her best common, and poured a small puddle of blood on the stones. As he licked it up she scratched him behind the ears. He was a handsome animal, probably a hundred pounds heavier than she and larger than most of the gul males. She noticed that he was wearing a simple silver ring. Who might have put that on him?
Number Four sat up and pressed the side of his face into Kurula's hip, begging to be petted. She complied and kept scratching his ears with her sharp white claws as he churred in pleasure. Finally he sat next to her; she absently stroked his head as she looked out over the valley.
The 'coon rubbed against the wolverine-woman and felt the feeling come upon him again. It had only been two hours since the little prakafemme had come to his room, but now it was back, and he shifted uncomfortably as his member stiffened in its sheath. The familiar urges developed, and if they didn't subside he'd have to go looking for his blanket. With its aid, plus his forepaws and muzzle, he usually rid himself of this lust. It was only rarely that he had help.
The feelings refused to go away, and he shifted again as his cock swelled. He nosed at his forepaw as he noticed a tingle, but his sheath was too tight for such a little thing to hold his attention.
Distracted by the view, Kurula didn't notice the feeling at first. Then she realized that she was pressing herself against the raccoon; somehow a powerful urge to mate had crept up on her. It was a shame that Shirak wasn't due back for hours yet...her eyes fell on Number Four.
It was a forbidden thing she was thinking. Lord Vrassry declared that the People weren't supposed to breed outside their species. Most of the other thinkers were too small or ugly for serious consideration anyway. Still, though no one ever spoke of it, it did happen. Shirak had certainly offended: she'd known him to have the scent of volpa fox-women on his fur, and twice she'd twice caught him with the scent of little prakafemmes. And rumor had it that he had even coupled with the Human woman Candra. Perhaps that was why he was such a skilled lover; Candra was...experienced. After all, her primary task for the Maker was to collect seed from males for his experiments.
The raccoon rose to his feet, turning towards the tower door. Kurula reached out without a thought, hooking her hand around his neck and stopping him in his tracks. She knelt next to him, pressing her face against the side of his head, and tried to quiet the thunder of her blood. She shouldn't do this.
Her blood refused to stop racing. She took in the posture of the uncomfortable raccoon, whose back was arched as he stood panting. Among the gul were the 'ferals', who walked on four feet and mated like rude beasts; though he was a raccoon, she recognized the signs. She knelt lower and looked under the arch of his belly; sure enough, his sheath was swollen tight, the tip of his erection visible.
Black steel plate mail covered her arms and legs; a hauberk of riveted chain mail protected her body while allowing her more flexibility. Under this was a thick quilted gambeson, but unlike a male gul she wore no armored codpiece. She kept telling herself that it was forbidden, but she fell to hands and knees next to the parapet while tugging the chain-mail skirts up. Turning, she offered her rump to the raccoon, moving her tail aside to expose her sex. Her lust was so overpowering that she simply couldn't stop herself, though she knew she should not be doing it. Perhaps the big 'coon would simply leave.
Number Four watched Kurula present herself to him. He hadn't considered her as a potential mate, but the urges were upon him, and here she was. He turned towards her, stepping forward to straddle her. Even her position was right, not the odd postures the one occasional friendly two-legs would adopt. He wrapped his forepaws around her waist, his claws clicking over the mail armor, and moved to mount her.
Kurula shivered as the raccoon stepped forward, his chest riding up over her rump. So far it could have been a gul back there. Then his forepaws wrapped around her, and she felt him arch his back; his fur ticked hers as his heavy erection connected squarely with her vulva. She let out a whine of pleasure and lust as the coon mounted, his cock unsheathing and sliding into her.
He was oddly hung, with a curved penis, and big! Bigger than well-hung Shirak, and almost as big as dominant Vrassry himself. His furry thighs bumped her ass as he mounted her, draping his larger form over her hindquarters and slamming in every inch. He humped powerfully several times, then paused and shook his hindquarters, growling and gripping her with his forepaws. He was in her to the hilt now, repeating the thrust-shake rhythm as she began to growl with him.
The raccoon pulled at her belly as he thrust and thrust. She began to push back against him, anxious for her release. Through the primal lust a thought passed; *This is forbidden, but it's sure fun!*
Kurula coupled with the 'coon, his churring mixing with her growls and whines of pleasure, until the big raccoon's cock sent her into a frenzy of climax. Her claws dug into the hard stone platform, her fangs grinned at nothing and she snarled as the fiery orgasm overtook her.
By accident or design, big raccoon came at almost the same instant. She felt his thighs twitch and knew what was next; sure enough, he let out a rattling growl and loosed a gush of heat deep inside her. He spurted again, and again, growling out his pleasure, and finally subsided. He bit her neck lightly as the last of it passed, his fangs scraping along her gorget, then released her and stepped back. His bone-stiffened cock slid smoothly out of her wetness.
Kurula rolled on her side and watched the panting raccoon recover, his erection vanishing into its sheath as it shrank. She could feel his seed cooling in her; luckily she was not on heat so she didn't have to worry about him siring cubs in her, unlikely though that was. She sat up and scratched his ears again; he responded by licking hers, an intimate and pleasant gesture.
Kurula rose to her feet, rearranged her armored skirts, and resumed her watch. The raccoon lingered a while longer, then finally pushed the bronze-studded door open and left. She was left with her thoughts. Why had she done it? She was selective even with gul lovers, and certainly not so...easy...where other species' males were concerned. Shirak would know what she had done, too. She could not leave the post unattended to clean herself, and the raccoon's scent was all over her. Still, with any luck there was no harm done. Lord Vrassry might forbid such couplings, yet he knew they were happening and chose to do nothing as long as they didn't interfere with duties.
As the sun approached the horizon Shirak returned. She had wondered what he would do with his free time; the scent of a volpa fox-woman on his pelt told her all she needed to know. He trusted her to not betray his secret; now he would have one of hers!
"Ho, what's this I smell?" He rumbled cheerfully. "Could it be that a certain gul woman has been exchanging favors with a certain raccoon?" He fell to all fours, sniffing the floor where she had coupled with Number Four. She kicked at him playfully as he lifted his muzzle, sniffing intently, and eyed her. "Oh! The scent of woman's sweetness is strong here, and the smell of our castle's mascot is equally strong! What is a poor warrior to make of such a thing? Surely the story my nose relates couldn't have happened out here in the daylight, on this lonely turret?"
Kurula grinned, showing all her teeth, and wrestled the larger male to the platform. "Ho, the female is playful! She- ouch!" Kurula's teeth sank into his thick fur and the tough skin beneath. "The female is still in need of entertainment!" He obliged, skilled hands and teeth raking through her fur, bringing on her desire once again. Both were sated from their earlier mating, but they knew each other's desires well, and soon Shirak felt the onset of a stiffness that only Kurula could relieve him of. Enough of their armor was soon discarded to allow certain points of contact.
The praka serving-woman stood at the balcony entrance, the tray of food held to one side as she pressed her furry ear to the stone door. The moaning and mutual growls told her that the turret guards wouldn't need their dinner just yet, just as the churring earlier had told her that the mascot had found a new friend. Finally she heard the snarls that meant Shirak and Kurula were finishing their coupling. The sounds brought back memories of a big gul male's cock pressing through the back of her jaws and into her throat, the taste of wolverine seed...she set the food tray down by the door and left. There had to be a praka - or other -- male somewhere who was unoccupied.
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The Maker rubbed his tattooed pate as the praka serving-woman finished the tale Kurula had begun.
"And that is how I learned, after the fact, that one of my warriors behaved quite against her habits and submitted herself to our mascot's lust." He tapped his hand on the arm of the chair. "That will be all, Flowers."
The serving-praka curtsied and joined the group of raccoon-people to the side. They nuzzled her affectionately, chittering out a further joke or two that the gul studiously ignored.
"Shirak." One of the gul below the platform advanced, and the Maker raised his hand as a threatening rumble developed deep in the chest of the huge black-furred gul behind him. "Vrassry, if you please." The rumble subsided, and Ruhollah returned his attention to the smaller, but still massive gul before the dais.
"Shirak, for leaving your post you will go one month on half rations. In addition, it is my understanding the one of the castle otyughs is sick. Someone's going to have to shovel a lot of shit, and you've volunteered." The Maker paused, rubbing his chin. "What you do with your free time is..." The rumble began again behind him, but he ignored it. "...Not my concern, but what you do when you are on duty *is* my concern. If you again allow your balls to distract you from your duty, I will arrange for that distraction to be removed. That is all."
Shirak ducked his head and rejoined the group of gul to the side. Kurula still stood there before the dais, and the Maker addressed her next. "Were it not for what happened when the castle's mascot found you, you would receive the same punishment." The magus held up the simple silver ring, and looked at the big raccoon sprawled nearby. "I think you have been adequately punished."
A couple of volpa snickered, and Kurula's fangs showed. Flower had only whispered to a couple of people, but they had talked to others, and by the end of the day every inhabitant of the castle knew that Kurula had gone down to all fours for a mere beast. The insults to her honor she received led within hours to three vicious fights - she was smaller than most male gul, but she did not earn her place as a warrior by being weak or timid. Chula, the Maker's foxman familiar, had put a stop to it, but not before the castle priests were forced to expend some healing to close the most serious wounds.
Charles spoke up before the Maker could address him. "Again, lord, what harm did this do? You do not spend your days among the gul as the other simulacrums and I do. There are those more...open-minded gul, and ones who grow lonely on their patrols and in their rooms. Will their Lord swear to me that no other gul - male or female - has lain with our friendly mascot?"
Vrassry's armor rattled. Only discipline kept the huge gul from stepping forward and tearing Charles to bloody bits, but Vrassry's discipline was a thing of iron. The Maker felt the eyes on the back of his neck as the lord of the gul waited for the least signal, but he gave none.
"Had it ended with that, you would not be here, flesh of my flesh." In a way, the simulacrums were closer to him than even his children would be, had he any. "But it didn't, did it?" He gestured to the volpa gathered to one side.
"Celest, please relate your tale."
The volpa-femme that stepped forward was of average height and appearance, yet still, by human standards, uncannily beautiful. Her fur was lustrous orange with chocolate-colored 'gloves' and 'socks', while her throat and chops were white. Slit-pupiled amber eyes looked out of a foxish face, and orange-red hair cascaded down her back in a series of carefully teased curls. Like all volpa she walked on her toes, on natural high heels, and her broad hips and thick tail swayed seductively as she walked. Despite the grim nature of the meeting, many a male in the room watched her approach the dais with more than casual interest. She wore a green dress with little decoration, and no jewelry but an onyx ring in one tall triangular ear. This she brushed with her knuckle as she curtsied to the Maker.
"My mother was on her way to help serve dinner last night." She paused, then went on, a tear trickling down one furry cheek. "I guess she met him in the hallway...."
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Number four ambled lazily down the hall. Twice today - twice! - females had approached him for sex, and the big raccoon was feeling uncommonly relaxed. One had even let him mount as was his natural inclination, and ten minutes of enthusiastic rutting had worn him out. He knew there was a room here on the fourth floor where he could stretch out and nap before dinner.
As he turned into the side hall that led to the room he almost bowled over a volpa woman, who was coming the other way. She started, then smiled and scratched his ears.
"Hello, big coonie. Not headed downstairs to wait for dinner? That's not like you." She playfully slapped his side, making the loose fat beneath his pelt jiggle.
Number Four leaned against her legs, chittering happily, then pushed through the curtains into 'his' room. It was another small room suitable for one gul or a few praka, but it was more than big enough *sans* furniture for his needs. He was used to the tingling on his finger now, and he didn't notice it as he thought, in his simple beastly way, about how much he liked companionship.
Cerille followed him into the small, dark room without a thought. She needed to be downstairs, but there was no rush. She could pet the big raccoon for a few minutes first, or perhaps brush his fur. The little room was dark and dusty and Number Four had already flopped on the floor when she entered. With a foxy smile she knelt down and rubbed the big raccoon's chest.
Number four chittered happily and caught her hand between his forepaws, stroking her wrist before she pulled back. With his desire spent, the *Ring* did not impel the vixen to lust as it had Mouse and later, Kurula. It simply told her that she wanted to stay and pet the big raccoon, because that was what *he* wanted.
He arched his back, pushing his chest against the chocolate-brown hand as it rubbed his fur. She grinned and thumped his side with her palm, and as he settled back down she turned toward the door. It was at that moment that he finally recovered from his recent exercise and realized how hungry he was. Number Four blinked as his stomach gurgled loudly; his meeting with Mouse had distracted him and, without realizing it, he'd missed begging at lunch. He was supposed to eat only at dinnertime, but everyone had scraps for the castle mascot, and his belly wasn't accustomed to going so long without food.
Cerille was halfway to the door when the *Ring* reached out again. The big raccoon *needed* something, and his need became *her* need. He was climbing to his feet behind her, ready to follow her out the door and down to dinner, but that was too slow. In a dreamy haze she turned back, blocking his path, and as he sat back in confusion she reached down and slid her fingers into his mouth. Luckily, there was food for him right here.
The big raccoon blinked in confusion and tried to pull back, but he could only hunch his neck so much and she followed along. Before he could think to clamp his jaws shut she pried his muzzle wide and slid her hand into his gullet. He gagged, then reflexively swallowed as she stuffed her other arm in as well. He began to settle down on his belly so he could back away from her, but before he could even do that she leaned down and jammed her elbows into his mouth so hard his jaws unhinged.
He was one of the first praka prototypes, albeit a failed one, and he was one of the first creatures the Maker had changed to be able to swallow prey whole. While he was capable, though, he almost never did; he loved to taste and feel and chew his meals, and seldom did something even as large as a mere rat disappear down his gullet without thorough chewing. There was one time he did swallow large prey whole, though: when the Maker ordered it.
Now the vixen was stuffing her head into his maw, forcing her arms deeper and pushing her muzzle into his gullet. As her ears flattened against her head and his cheeks engulfed her neck, he decided that this must be one of those times. He *was* hungry, after all.
He rose to his hindpaws to meet the vixen, bracing his feet wide for balance and reaching out to grab her body between his forepaws. His narrow muzzle stretched uncannily wide, upper and lower jaw connected now only by the loose, stretchy fur and muscle of his cheeks and throat. The vixen's head slipped in easily, ears pressed back and neck following into the waiting gullet. Arms stretched out ahead of her, the vixen toppled forward, gravity and his strong forepaw grip pushing still more of her into the suddenly eager raccoon's throat.
There was a limit to the *Ring's* power, and suddenly it lost its grip on Cerille. It could impel her to share the raccoon's wants, and it could gently urge her to accommodate his wishes, as it had with Mouse and Kurula. It could *not* make her do something plainly life threatening, and as her head slid into the raccoon's gullet, any thought that this was a safe thing to do fled. Suddenly she was completely aware of her situation, and though she'd never realized that the castle mascot could swallow a volpa whole, that was plainly exactly what he was doing. She instantly tensed and tried to get her footing, spreading her feet wide to try to deny the raccoon his meal.
But it was too late. Her outstretched arms had preceded her muzzle into his gullet, and her shoulders were already vanishing into the big raccoon's uncannily gaped jaws. At first reluctant, he was now aggressively hungry, and his strong forepaws tugged her downward, completing the destruction of her equilibrium that she herself started by leaning forward. She stumbled and fell, and his strong 'hands' grabbed her hips and pulled. He swallowed heavily, once, then again, and then his nose was past her tail-root and his forepaws were pushing her rump into his maw.
Cerille screamed as she felt herself slipping in, but the gullet-walls held her long muzzle shut and muffled what little sound escaped. Her hands slipped into a looser space, and she shrieked again as what must be digestive juices burned her fingerpads. She squirmed and kicked, but she couldn't stop the raccoon. She felt him sit down again, then heave his head upward. Muscles in his neck and shoulders tensed as he lifted her feet from the floor, and as her legs flew upward he thrust his nose after them and took in half her thighs. Cerille's head and neck slid into the fleshy stomach chamber, and she whimpered and thrashed as the raccoon's stomach juices stung her eyes. His ribcage had expanded to let her pass, but it squeezed her chest like a huge fist. It was hard to breathe in even the few sips of air that had come with her into the castle mascot's belly.
Number Four ignored the muffled complaints and wriggling, for each of the few times he'd had such a meal had entailed just such whimpering by his meal-to-be. None of them had been volpa, but in his simple animal way he reasoned that this one had ordered him to eat her. Her knees slipped into his mouth and he stretched out his muzzle, swallowing. His gulps gripped each bit of her as it slid in, forcing her down his throat bit by bit so that at one end she slid into his stomach, while at the other her lower legs and feet were tugged inexorably toward his maw.
Only her ankles and feet were left now, along with her tail, and with a series of small tosses of his head he worked those into his mouth as well. At last he stretched out his nose and took her weakly kicking footpaws into his jaws.
Cerille whimpered as she felt the last of herself slip into the hungry raccoon. It did not occur to her to stiffen herself, to perhaps keep him from swallowing the last, for already her situation was awful. Her upper body, head and arms were crammed into the fleshy sack of his stomach, which was virtually empty of air and oozing with corrosive fluids. She squirmed hopelessly, but she was all but limp, and when his narrow muzzle clamped down, there was simply no room for her feet unless they followed the rest of her into his gullet. His tongue gave her pawpads a last tickle as it helped squeeze her feet into his throat, then the whole muscular tunnel gripped down. Ripples in the surrounding gulletskin caught at her legs, carrying her along as the swallowing muscles flexed, and with a despairing whimper she slid entirely into the big raccoon's stomach. The last few hairs of her tailtip protruded from the corner of his mouth, then they too were sucked in.
She pushed at the hot, slimy flesh of the stomach as she was forced into a fetal curl, but the it was too thick and muscular to make an impression. No sooner did she slip fully into the beast's belly then the walls began to squeeze her, kneading inward in powerful ripples that forced the clinging slime and thick, stinging fluid into her every curve. The raccoon's stomach acids burned her eyes, her pawpads, and every bodily opening not covered by her dress, and even that thin layer of clothing was soon saturated with the corrosive juices. Her fur was no more protection; more and more acid was being released, matting her fur to her body and working its way past that indigestible yet permeable layer to sting her tender skin.
She gasped and moaned as she clawed at the fleshy hell, but with no leverage and no air her sharp nail-claws just left grooves in the slime coating the walls. In moments the heat, lack of air, and shock overcame her, and she slipped into a slumber from which she would not wake.
Number Four worked his jaws back into place and sat back on his haunches to paw at his newly huge belly. Before he was merely plump, but now a great nearly spherical bulge deformed his midsection. " **Ahrrrpp!**" The belch rumbled up out of his guts as he stroked the bulge, then a second, smaller burp as the last air left his meal's lungs. The pressure on his internal organs and ribs was painful for a short time, but the modifications the Maker had made allowed for even a meal this large. Soon the only discomfort was an urgent need to relieve himself. His belly was strong and stretchy, but it could not prevent the downward pressure that a meal a third his mass created. Fortunately even these little rooms had what amounted to inside plumbing, and following his house training he used the convenient hole in the corner. Much more would follow when his digestive system finished with the foxwoman; while his modifications included the ability to digest bones, that didn't mean they would evaporate into nothingness, nor would her flesh or fur. That meant a hundred and twenty pounds of processed foxy mass that would need to leave his body, lessened by the fraction of her that would remain as fat on his flanks. Rarely did he have so large a meal.
Belching lazily, he stretched out on his side. Between his two liaisons today and now this huge meal, he was as sleepy and sated as a raccoon could be. Within minutes he was snoring, his cheek pillowed on one forepaw and his fat belly twitching as it worked on his meal.
He woke, hours later, to find another foxwoman screaming at him. This wasn't as pleasant as the last time a female woke him today, no indeed!
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"Thank you, Celest. That'll be all." The foxwoman returned to the group of Volpa to one side, which included a middle-aged male, an older male and female, and three volpa who wore the silver badge of tribunals - the leaders of the volpa community. They clustered tight around her, leaning in close to whisper reassurances. There were no more jokes; even the praka were grim now.
There was a long silence as Ruhollah Rushiadah sat rubbing his chin. Charles, so close in appearance, shifted from one foot to the other and looked everywhere but at his master.
"What, nothing to say, flesh of my flesh?" The Maker toyed with the ring. "No 'But what harm did it do' this time?" He dropped the ring into his pocket. "If all that had happened was our mascot seducing a couple of my followers, well and good. I would have had you lashed, perhaps, for foolishly misusing the *Ring*. Instead we have a dead volpa." He gestured at the raccoon, who was back to his usual plumpness from his temporary bloat. Digesting Cerille had added perhaps a dozen pounds of fat to his bulk.
"Once we realized Number Four had eaten Cerille, I was greatly puzzled. He's been my pet for thirty years, and in all that time he's never shown the slightest inclination...well, except when I tell him to. And then they told me about the ring he had on when they found him." The Maker fished it back out and held it between thumb and forefinger. "You have a raccoon, a very hungry raccoon, and you have a *Ring* that can make you want what the wearer wants. Cerille must have...well, we'll never know what she was thinking, or how far the process got before she came to her senses. Surely she didn't go all the way to his stomach willingly."
"So it was an accident, almost certainly. Accidental digestion. What a way to die, eh? By the time I was called, a mere look at Four's belly told me that there was no point making him heave up what was left. No priest in my employ could revive a skeleton floating in a mush of half-digested flesh. So he got a fine meal, and since he thought he'd been ordered to eat her, well, there was no point in punishing him."
The Maker rested his chin on his palm and smiled. "In fact, I'm told that after his amorous adventures, Four has become newly popular in certain circles. So it wasn't all bad." There was a brief murmur of conversation from the group of volpa, which ended when he raised his hand. "They may enter now."
One of the gul on the dais opened a door, and in filed one, two...five...eight more copies of the Maker. Each was dressed virtually identically, and each bore a runic R - the 'magic' rune - on his forehead. Without being told, they lined up on the opposite side of the room from the assembled praka, volpa and gul.
"Flesh of my flesh," the Maker began, addressing the new arrivals. "You did not need to see all that happened here today, but you need to see the rest. This one," he gestured to the bound simulacrum, "Charles here, disobeyed my standing orders regarding a dangerous magical device. Worse, when his actions precipitated rumors, fights, and even a death, he kept silent, forcing me to investigate personally."
"You are extensions of myself, but each of you has existed long enough to be almost a separate person. Each of you has free will, unless I elect to revoke that freedom. I am now revoking yours." He turned his gaze on Charles, who stood up ramrod-straight. Beads of sweat burst from the bound man's forehead, but he stayed frozen as the Maker stared.
"Step forward." Even as he spoke, Charles obeyed the command; there was clearly an unspoken compulsion at work, with the words just for show. "Take two steps to your left." Jerkily, like a clumsy marionette, the man complied. "Now down on your knees, and lean forward."
Number Four looked up with lazy interest as the saffron-robed man knelt close to him. A gul suddenly tore the thin robe away, leaving Charles in nothing but a loincloth. The man's eyes bulged and sweat ran down his face as she stared at the raccoon, whose muzzle was a foot from his face.
"Number Four." The big raccoon looked up alertly. His Master's voice. He knew which was the 'real' one, even though each looked and smelled the same.
"...That one is for your stomach. Eat him, Four. Eat him now."
Charles managed only a desperate twitch as the dark-furred forepaws pulled him close, but the invisible compulsion left him nearly paralyzed. There was the least groan of complaint as the raccoon's narrow muzzle opened, then even that was muffled as the big raccoon swallowed his head. An enormous bulge developed in Number Four's neckfur as his jaws unhinged and slid down the simulacrum's neck, and then the raccoon was working his distended maw over the man's shoulders. Unlike the meal of vixen, this one did not start reluctantly, or slowly.
The Maker waited until the raccoon's jaws were halfway over the simulacrum's chest, then looked away. The invisible compulsion disappeared at the same moment, for the partly swallowed man began to writhe and kick. Instantly the raccoon's forepaws, which had been gripping and moving as it swallowed its way down Charles' body, snapped out and gripped him by the elbows. Charles struggled with desperate strength, but he was a simulacrum of a mage, not of a warrior. His plump body and thin arms couldn't begin to match the bear-sized raccoon's strength.
The big raccoon reached the first serious obstacle as his jaws stretched around Charles' plump belly, but by forcing the man to sit up facing him he was able to push his head downward, not fighting the simulacrum's considerable mass but simply engulfing him where he sat. The only sound was the air rasping through Number Four's nostrils and the patter of his paws as he kept repositioning himself. It took him a full minute to overcome the obstacle of the belly, but he was very determined and very hungry. They had not fed him at lunch today, either.
When the big raccoon slid his forepaws beneath Charles' rump, to lever him upward for swallowing, the simulacrum was able to move his legs again. A thump like a drum was heard as he managed to kick the raccoon in the ribs, and then again, but the 'coon's forepaws were pulling him upward. Number Four pushed his jaws downward until his nose hit the floor, then backed up, letting Charles' legs drag as he stuffed the man's rump into his maw. The laborious process of swallowing finally accelerated as, with a massive gulp, the raccoon managed to get Charles' plump middle entirely into his gullet.
The big raccoon nosed forward now, cleverly pushing Charles' legs along until his feet connected with the dais. The half-swallowed man tried to jackknife his legs and escape his fate, but Number Four merely stepped forward until Charles' knees encountered the dais in turn. Then it was just a matter of pushing forward to engulf the man.
Some of the gul were watching with professional interest. They had seen this process before, but rarely as done by a nonhumanoid. Lord Vrassry was well known to be able to swallow prey almost as large as himself; a few months ago he'd swallowed two flinds, one already inside the other. The magics needed for the modification process were dangerous, and few praka or volpa asked for them. Few did not equate to none, however, and some of the volpa and praka watched with an interest that perhaps exceeded their desire for revenge.
The big raccoon's belly was swollen now, and a tremor shook his body as Charles struggled. A muffled scream penetrated the layers of flesh and muscle; Charles' head was in the raccoon's stomach already, and he had no fur to even momentarily protect him from the digestive acids. The big raccoon reached the man's knees and pulled back a step. Charles was by now used to the painful pressure against his knees as the raccoon jammed them against the dais, and his feet flipped limply downward. Lord Vrassry and several others nodded approvingly as the raccoon took advantage of this to catch Charles' feet, finally, against the dais.
There was no hope for the simulacrum now. The big raccoon simply walked forward, jaws open just enough to take in what was left of his meal. When his muzzle closed around the pale-skinned feet he stretched himself out and swallowed, slowly and with visible effort. Slowly the feet were drawn into his jaws, and slowly the huge and lengthy bulge made its way through his ribcage. With one last gulp his lower jaw clicked audibly back onto its joints and the last of the bulge disappeared from his gray neckfur.
Number Four lay nearly helpless and still swallowing. It took another minute before the last of his meal arrived in his stomach, and even then he clasped his forepaws around it to muffle Charles' struggles.
The Maker had been worried for a moment. In the early days, over-greedy gul and other modified predators had been known to simply burst from overeating, and the bug raccoon was one of the early ones. It seemed, though, that he need not have worried. The struggle in Number Four's distended gut was diminishing as pain and lack of air subdued his meal, and moment by moment the raccoon looked more comfortable and self-satisfied. Finally even the pain of digestion wasn't enough to keep Charles in the fight, and the 'coon's grossly swollen belly quieted. It seemed that even a man almost twice the mass of the previous volpa meal wasn't too much for the hungry coonie.
" **BHURRP!**" Number Four worked his jaws to make sure they were hinged, then stretched out and lay there grunting; he was unable to lift his fat gut even partly from the floor. The rustle of fur on stone from his occasional movements, along with some smaller belches and a fart or two, were the only sounds until the Maker spoke.
"This is the second time in a year I've been forced to discipline one of my closest followers." He nodded to the other simulacrums, whose expressions varied from shock to something like excitement.
"You, my simulacrums, have powers my other servants, strong as they are," he waved to Lord Vrassry behind him, "Do not possess. You are among my strongest defenders and closest confidants. But with that power comes a responsibility to not misuse it! A year ago one of you stewed in a wolverine's stomach; today another is food for a hungry raccoon."
He looked over his shoulder at the huge gul lord, and Lord Vrassry, without taking his eyes from the remaining simulacrums, slowly licked his chops.
"I trust I won't have to teach this lesson again." |
literotica | Title: House of Feathers Ch. 18: Visitors
Tags: toys, vibrator, sexual slavery, tease and denial, bondage, wager, nudity, group sex
*This is a follow-on story from earlier ones, particularly Chapter 17, Passing Encounter, but it can certainly be read as a stand-alone work. Enjoy!
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After our little adventure on the point, we felt certain we'd have company soon enough. Fun will always find itself and our two-way show in the afternoon had been as delightful a display of mutual exhibitionism as ever seen. Sex on the beach playing to sex on a passing boat -- that sea-going threesome couldn't fail to be tempted to drop in, taking their invitation from our behaviour.
Our local maintenance couple had been by two days before and there was little to clean, but he busied himself straightening things up while I worked on *poisson cru.*
"Hon," I asked over my shoulder, "would you please bring me a couple of fresh coconuts?" He nodded and went outside. I watched his slim, bare body move in and out of patches of sun under the trees as he searched.
Finding two, he brought them to a husking stick he'd stuck in the ground outside our kitchen. Facing away from the window, he began to remove the fibrous outer layer. His back muscles and buttocks rippled in the sun and I felt my nipples harden a little at the sight. Good male buns are so hard to find.
He brought the opened coconuts inside and onto the counter. I felt his fingers trail down my back and over my bum before he pulled me into a firm hug, his arms around my waist.
"Is the gate open?" I asked, leaning into him.
"The padlock is off," he said, "I can open it from here."
"Assuming they show," I said.
"If not," he replied, "we'll have leftovers tomorrow."
Grrr. My *poisson cru* as leftovers?
I was about to rip his head off (in a loving, lady-like fashion, of course) when I heard a car pull up at the gate. Looking at the monitor, I saw three figures appear from the island's lone taxi. My love tossed me a sarong and wrapped another one around his waist. I wrapped mine around my own waist, leaving my boobs bare - enough of a compromise.
A push of a button opened half of the gate and I could see him appear in the monitor and greet the trio. The taxi departed.
I headed out onto the veranda to greet our guests. The taller couple were dressed in unpressed khaki shorts and shirts. The third, shorter figure, was dressed head to foot in a bright red hooded cloak down to her ankles. Its cowl covered her head and face.
The tall brunette woman kissed me. "I'm Max," she said. Slender but well-curved, with curly shoulder-length hair, she was in her mid-30s and looked much younger.
The man smiled. "I'm Mark." I kissed him in welcome, too. In his 40s, he had shaved his head, clearly to cover both greying and balding. Nevertheless, he was in very good shape - a fine, muscular bull of a man. I noticed him glancing at my boobs. Well, what kind of man doesn't?
Neither of the pair introduced the smaller, hooded figure, so I took it on myself to ask. "And this is?"
"Fleur," Max announced. She reached for a clasp on the front of the small figure's cloak. The fine fabric dropped smoothly away, gathering in a circle around her feet. The girl was totally nude, her pubis shaved. She looked very young -- no more than 16 or 17. Long red hair dropped simply down her back. Her hourglass figure was perfect - full breasts and hips, a tiny waist. Her neck was fitted with a broad chrome collar with a finger-size ring on the front. Her wrists were clipped behind her back by two matching bracelets and a light silver chain hung in an arc between delicate clips on her prominent nipples. Slender ankles hid beneath more chrome. A small coiled dragon was tattooed on her upper left thigh. Her makeup was perfect.
She was beyond beautiful.
The young girl was silent; her eyes were looking down. I lifted her chin with my hand and gave her her own kiss of welcome. Her eyes were an amazing deep green.
I took Max by the hand and led them through the villa out to the veranda on the other side, overlooking the late afternoon ocean. I heard my man say, "Please be comfortable." When I turned around, both men were shedding their clothes, so I thumbed my sarong off and flicked it aside with one foot. Max shed her clothes equally casually.
Mark was in even better shape than I had thought and Max's figure was delicious. A small gold key hung by a thin chain between firm breasts; a gold chain anklet completed her outfit. Mark's only adornment was a large gold ring on his right hand. My eyebrows went up as I noted its triskelion design.
The four of us found chairs and Fleur knelt silently by Max's feet. The older woman stroked her hair.
"She has such flawless skin, don't you think?" she asked. It was like she was talking about an inanimate object. The young woman remained silent.
Mark surprised us by moving next to her, kneeling beside her and kissing her softly while fondling one breast. It was a loving gesture.
"This must seem a bit odd." he said. "Fleur is actually the owner and captain of the *Mary Jane*, our boat."
Max reached down to fondle the other breast, but kept her eyes on mine. The chain swung back and forth. "Mark was a partner and good friend of Fleur's father," she explained. "Her father introduced her to sailing and willed her the *Mary Jane*. After he died, she needed company and invited us to join her on an around-the-world sail."
"But we learned a lesson in New Zealand, didn't we, precious?" Mark smiled as he switched breasts.
The girl nodded, silently.
"And what did we learn?"
"Never draw to an inside straight, sir."
Mark beamed. "That's so right, dear. And you have another two days to reflect on that, don't you?"
The girl nodded silently, then said softly, "If you please, sir, that's one more day. Thirty-one hours, ending at midnight tomorrow."
Mark roared with laughter. "So true!" He leaned forward and kissed her lightly. He looked at the chain, tugged it gently. "Probably time this came off, dear."
"Yes, please, sir."
The girl hissed as blood returned to her nipples. Mark massaged her breasts with his palms and the girl's eyes closed, a small smile on her mouth.
My man opened a bottle of sparkling wine and poured four glasses. He raised another empty glass, looked at Max and nodded at Fleur in question.
"Oh, certainly," she answered. "This is a game, nothing harsh, and she can quit any time. But she does make an excellent odalisque." She unclipped the girl's bracelets.
The girl accepted the proffered wine and took a small sip.
"We play cards a lot at sea," Max said, smiling, "We generally play for routine housekeeping duties like dishwashing, cleaning and so forth. But Fleur kept raising and, well, here we are. She's not the first, though; Mark was the one wearing cuffs across the Indian Ocean. I've been lucky so far; I keep my bets low."
"Don't underestimate her, "Mark said, smiling at the girl, still stroking a plump breast. "Fleur's just 22, but she's Phi Beta Kappa and has an MBA already. She's wiggy-bright, just poker-innocent."
I glanced at Fleur. "How far does the bet go?"
"No serious pain or scars, no gross humiliation. Outside of that, the stakes were pretty open. Right now, Fleur is being exhibited and used for our pleasure, but is denied orgasm."
"But this afternoon, on the boat, you..."
"Oh, yes," Max laughed. "I came, Mark came, but Fleur? No. Mark stopped short of pleasing her."
"Hmmm." I said. "Perhaps I might beg a hostess favour and ask for some leniency there?"
"I don't know," Mark replied, grinning. "I'm still aching from when it was my turn."
My man grinned back. "Oh, I think you'll see we can make it worth your while as well as hers."
For the first time, the young woman looked up from the floor, first at one man, then at the other.
"Meanwhile," I added, "Our house is yours. We can offer you real beds tonight and I have dinner ready for whenever. What would you like? Say you'll stay."
"Please," my lover added. I smiled to myself; I had noticed him eyeing both Fleur and Max's figures. The Coolidge Effect still reigns...
I decided to press things. I took the hands of both women and lifted them to their feet. "While you're thinking about that, I bet you'd like to freshen up before dinner. Water's always scarce on board. Let me show you the shower." I winked at my man.
I led the two upstairs to our veranda shower. Comprised of a frame of shiny, wrist-thick copper pipes open to an ocean view, it was big enough to host a dance party. I could see my guests' looks of surprise.
"Come on," I said. "I could do with one myself. It's solar, so don't worry about water." I turned warm water to flow gently across the area and waded in myself. "Fleur, please join me."
The girl looked at the taller woman.
"Give her a break, Max," I said. "My house, my rules. We'll have lots of fun with her later," (my nipples hardened at the thought), "but let's have some girly time."
She nodded. She and Fleur joined me in the shower and we were soon engaged in that most Sapphic of activities, joint bathing. Six butt cheeks, six boobs, six hands - what wasn't to like? Somehow we wound up with Max standing in the middle with Fleur and I on either side doing a soapy full body rub on her like cats. I was truly enjoying myself; nothing beats man-tackle in the long run, but a faceful of somebody else's tits is fun, too.
The men joined us after a minute. At the sight of the three of us, both stopped in their tracks and, almost as if rehearsed, began to get hard. Mark was *impressively* equipped. Size isn't everything, but it's a start - in Mark's case, a very good start.
Before they got into the shower, I asked my man to help me move a table downstairs. When we returned to the shower, the three had started without us. Max and Fleur were kneeling in the 'rain', sharing Mark's jutting manhood. Max had him deep in her mouth and was pumping his shaft with her hand while Fleur was fondling and licking his scrotum, sucking his heavy balls one by one into her mouth. The water flowing over their bodies made them look like a high-end fountain sculpture.
As we watched, Mark came, heavily. Ropes of cum spurted over both women, to be instantly washed away.
Fleur turned on her knees as Max stood up. Without pausing, the girl buried her face in the brunette's groin, her cuffed hands clutching the older woman's shapely ass. For her part, Max's hands had found the fabric support loops above the shower heads and she stood loosely, almost hanging, under the wave of pleasure.
I noticed Fleur's one hand moving furtively to her own pussy. I stepped over to her, pulled it away and wagged my finger at her - *bad girl!* If I expected them to bend their rules for me, I had the obligation to follow their wishes on the rest. Moving Fleur's hand to my own pussy, I looked down at her until she started fingering me instead.
I bent forward and took one of Max's nipples in my mouth, sucking and licking. Mark joined me on the other boob. Max gave a cry and came like a skyrocket, twitching from head to foot. I felt my lover's manhood slide into me past Fleur's flickering fingers and came myself almost immediately. He pulled out without reaching orgasm, knowing more was to come.
Mark and I continued to caress Max until she let go of the loops. With the shower turned off, I passed out towels, then pointed at Fleur in reproach. "I thought you were being denied," I said. She looked down, shamefaced.
I looked at Mark and Max. "May I?" They nodded, waiting to see how we would handle it.
Lengths of paracord were tucked up here and there in the villa beams, remnants of previous Games. In a trice, the young woman's wrists were suspended from the rafters by her bracelets. My man reappeared with a spreader bar and a collection of feathers. It was to be a long evening for Fleur.
I fetched a hair dryer and the four of us took turns drying each other off with towels. When we were done, I went to make tea. When I returned, my lover was drying his hair and beard. Max's dark hair was dry and she was using an egret feather to stroke the inside of the girl's thighs and pussy. Mark was stroking the girl's nipples with two stiffer feathers. Fleur's eyes were tightly closed and she was breathing rapidly.
I took her head in both hands and kissed her, kissed her as only a woman can. She leaned into me, hungry and desperate, her tongue coiling against mine. We don't tolerate clocks, but by the sun it looked like she'd been tormented for at least 20 minutes.
I looked at the others. "Enough, please. I have dinner almost ready and I think Fleur has learned another lesson."
Turning to my lover, "We'll eat on the downstairs veranda. Would you please bring the chair from my office?"
His eyes twinkled. He knew where this was going.
I released the girl and helped her dry her hair. I hugged her tight before we headed downstairs. "Thank you for being our guest, hon." I got a strong hug back and, taking her hand in mine, we headed downstairs.
The table had already been set when I arrived with Fleur in tow. Four normal chairs on one side faced the ocean and one rather special chair opposite faced inwards. Fleur's eyes opened wide when she saw it.
What had begun life as a study if fairly normal office chair had been extensively modified. Bits of gear were fastened on here and there, but the most obvious addition was the head of a red rabbit vibrator just protruding through an oblong hole in the seat. A second, much smaller, hard plastic vibrator could barely be seen behind it.
I hugged her tightly. "He's an inventor, dear. It was a present for me and I have really enjoyed it. I think you're going to be amazed." He stepped up and put some lube on the vibrator heads and then, in a naked parody of a headwaiter seating guests, waved her courteously to sit down.
After a moment's pause, she sat. I quickly fastened the built-in straps to hold her legs to the chair while he fastened the seatbelt around her waist. Even though her arms were free, she was going nowhere relative to the chair.
The four of us brought the meal from the kitchen and seated ourselves opposite her.
"Fleur will join us for dinner," I stated, "After dinner, she'll be the entertainment." I looked at Mark and Max for approval. They nodded, eyebrows raised.
My man produced his iPad as the wine was being passed. "The chair is computer controlled and is programmed to react to the individual's physical and mental state. It can set to maximize or delay orgasms, prolong them, et cetera."
Mark and Max were fascinated at the device and grinned at Fleur's equally obvious, if not quite parallel, curiosity.
"For the next little while," he said, "it will just be set on Tingle, providing low stimulation, much like a yoni massage. It will keep her stimulated, but not frustrated."
"I often enjoy it while working in my office," I said. "It's both relaxing and stimulating at the same time."
A tap on the screen and a barely-perceptible hum could be heard from under the chair. Fleur suddenly sat up very straight and then relaxed. From where we sat, we had a clear view of the head of the larger vibrator rose between her parted legs and begin moving slowly around and across her pussy lips at very low speed. My nipples tightened as I remembered the feeling. My man smiled, caressed a breast gently and them pushed her up to her place at the table. "Hands stay above the table, Fleur," he said softly. The girl nodded. Her chromed collar shifted as she did so.
The dinner progressed as any other would, given the absence of clothes and Fleur's constant stimulation. The young woman seemed calm, almost in a dreamy mood, but engaged freely in the conversation.
It turned out that Mark was an engineer, too, and the men were soon lost in their own special world. I made conversation with Max and Fleur. "How long have you been sailing, dear?"
It was the first time I'd seen her smile. "Oh, since just about forever. Daddy bought a Sunfish to teach me when I was little and we used to go out almost every day during the summer on the reservoir. He had a membership at the local yacht club, so I moved up as I got older. When he bought the *Mary Jane,* I earned my yachtmaster qualification. Sailing's a challenge, but also so relaxing. Being behind the wheel is so empowering."
I winced mentally at the word, but understood her feeling.
"Less thrilling to be spread-eagled naked on the rigging when one leaves harbor, though." Max remarked dryly.
"Oh, no!" the girl replied. "That was totally hot. I never knew what it was like to have everybody able to see me like that and not being able to do anything or hide or anything."
Max and I looked at each other. She winked.
"First time, sweetie?" I asked.
"Well, no," she said, seriously. "My boyfriend tied me like that facing out against his dormitory window one night. But it was dark outside and I think that with the light behind me, all anybody could see was my silhouette."
"Kinky boyfriend," I remarked.
"No," she replied thinly. "He was a fratboy jerk, overall. I think he got the window idea out of a magazine or something. I dropped him months ago."
"How's the chair?" I asked.
"Oh, *really* nice! It's not frustrating. But, um, why does he need a computer to run just a vibrator?"
I leaned over and patted her hand. "Wait a bit, hon. You'll see" I smiled at her and got another smile in return.
The main course being ended, we cleared away the dishes and I brought out a reasonably good Brie, some thins and a sweeter wine for dessert. I also pushed Fleur's chair back away from the table, allowing a better view for the rest of us. Her tethered legs were far enough apart that the vibrator caressing her labia was easily seen.
"Need to pee, sweetie?" I asked her. She shook her head.
I looked at my man and he brought over the sensor array. An adapted skeleton bicycle helmet with electrodes inside, an elasticized sensor band around her chest below her boobs, a sensor finger clamp on one toe, electrodes stuck here and there -- his usual Borg sex toy setup. Once wired, we fastened her wrists to the arms of the chair, leaving her totally immobilized. He went around behind and started plugging leads in to a steel box fitted to the back of the chair. When done, he fitted two small cameras on extensions to the arms, both aimed at Fleur.
"I've turned off the emergency releases," he told me.
I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head. "What's your safe-word, dear?"
"Um, 'red brick'."
"Well, Fleur," I said, "You're about to see why a computer is needed. I find it a lot of fun. All those sensors -- oh, do any of them pinch?"
She shook her head.
"All those sensors feed to the computer," I continued, pointing at the iPad, "which analyzes how aroused you are. Max and Mark get to control the settings."
My man passed the iPad to Max and pointed at the screen.
"'Tingle' is what we've had her on now," he explained. 'Delayed' gives an orgasm, but takes a long time, whereas 'Quick' is as fast as possible, but not necessarily the strongest orgasm -- that's 'Max'."
"What I think we should be using tonight is 'Tease'," I said. "Guaranteed to keep her right on the brink without cumming."
"For how long?"
"As long as you want, but I wouldn't make it too much to start."
"And then?"
"Whatever you like."
They looked at each other and started tapping the screen.
"Oops," my man said. "Forgot again." He plugged in two thin air hoses behind the chair and brought them around to show our guests. Each ended in a soft plastic cup about the size of an egg, fitted to rest over a nipple, with row upon row of small rubber teeth inside, massaging and churning. A soft hissing could be heard as air was sucked down the hoses.
"They also have vibrators in them," he smiled.
The girl sucked in her breath at the sight. Mark and Max's eyes went wide.
"Of course, they need a bit of moisture to stay on. We have lube or..." He stepped out of the way.
The couple grinned and went around the table to the girl and began sloppily licking her nipples. She smiled, wriggled in pleasure. My man, after softly caressing each breast, carefully centred a cup on the nipple. The suction immediately held them in place and the young woman bit her lip gently. "Oh!"
He then produced something new to me, a pair of wireless ear buds fitting matching holes in the skeleton helmet.
"Another possibility," he announced to Mark and Max, indicating the earbuds and a blindfold.
"Eventually, sensory deprivation will be a standard option with the chair, but I'm still at the development stage.
"For right now, if we're worried about sound, the earbuds can be set for white noise, or we can just let the surf dominate her hearing, but that would limit our own talking. Alternatively, I've adapted an active noise cancellation programme for them. Next upgrade may put everything into a modified motorcycle helmet, including the original sensor array. With padded straps and the right room temperature, the subject will be in a virtually total sensory bubble and able to feel only those sensations generated by the chair. Future generations might include virtual reality inside the helmet, but that's a ways off."
"That'd be great for solo," I suggested, "but Fleur is so pretty. I kind of want to be able to watch her face."
Max and Mark nodded in agreement.
"So be it," my mad scientist agreed.
He came back around to his seat and rested the iPad where we -- but not Fleur -- could see it. The screen showed her eyeballs and a thermal image of her torso. A number was counting down: **5, 4, 3, 2, 1,** then suddenly switched to another countdown: **30:00... 29:59... 29:58...**
From where we sat, we could see the vibrators under the chair rising, disappearing into the girl's pussy and anus between her outstretched and tethered legs. Fleur's pupils suddenly dilated on the screen. The nipple cups started to twitch and vibrate in earnest. Fleur's hands gripped the armrests. My lover and I glanced at each other for a second -- we knew what was to follow.
"Pass the cheese, please." My man's request broke the fascinated stares of our two guests. Their eyes broke away from the spectacle in front of them. Hurriedly, they helped themselves to cheese and rusks and passed the plates. Their eyes immediately returned to Fleur.
The young woman's head was thrown back, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.
I pointed to something on the screen I had not seen before, a bar graph off to one side. Labelled **1** to **10**, the bar was rising, approaching **6**.
"New?" I asked.
"Yes. It shows the programme's computation of arousal. One is total relaxation, ten is an orgasm."
He looked at our guests. "Given the time you have selected," he said, carefully avoiding tipping it off to Fleur, "we can enjoy ourselves for a while. I do like a good show."
I grinned inwardly, remembering my first time in the chair, with him eagerly masturbating at the sight of me in my frantic, captive desire.
Fleur's body was growing tense. Thermal readings on her torso were rising. The bar graph was over **8**. As we watched, the vibrator's rabbit ears began flickering at her clitoris so fast that we could barely see them. The shaft itself was vibrating like an out-of-balance washing machine and both nipple cups were shaking. The girl began to pant.
The bar topped **9**. She moaned, sharp cries ringing from her throat.
The timer clicked down to **27:15** as the bar rose to about **9¾**.
Fleur went rigid in anticipation, then sagged as the vibrator suddenly withdrew. We could see the rotating balls inside its shaft slow down and stop. Simultaneously the writhing nipple cups stilled. The bar dropped below **7**, then **6**. We could see the smaller vibrator behind, still halfway into her rosebud, but silent, still.
"Oh, shit!" the redhead moaned.
I walked around to her, stroked her cheek gently and whispered into her ear, "So now you know why he uses a computer, hon." I stuck my tongue in her ear for a moment, nibbled her earlobe, then resumed my seat.
The timer continued to slowly work its way down. **26:23... 26:22...** At the same time, the rabbit began to work its way slowly back up into her wetness. The beads under its head started turning, gently. From where we sat, we could see it vibrating as it slowly, slowly entered the girl's love tunnel. The air hoses leading to the nipple clamps twitched, meaning that the cups were back in action, too. The bar started climbing again.
"It will take a couple of tries to learn her response patterns," my lover remarked. "It won't let her arousal level drop so low next time."
Our guests were seated in the middle of the table, with Max being next to my lover and Mark next to me. Looking down, it was clear that Fleur's torment had affected him; he was hard as a rock. Looking over, I could see my man was no less aroused.
Fair enough. I was pretty turned on by it myself and, judging by her nipples, so was Max.
The bar again almost -- almost - hit **10**, but again the diabolical mechanism halted short. Fleur groaned, swore under her breath and tried to rub her thighs together. No luck; the straps held them firmly apart.
The bar dropped again, but to just over **8** this time. Fleur was in for an intense ride...
I looked over to see my lover absorbed in the sight, quietly stoking Max's inner thighs, while she, equally fascinated at the sight, was gently stroking his swollen manhood. I started rubbing one of my nipples with one hand. Unsure of Mark's limits, I limited myself to simply stroking his thigh with my other. I was delighted to have his hand reach out and begin caressing my other boob; I reached down and started rolling his massive balls between my fingers, then switched to gently thumbing under his cockhead.
We sat in stillness for a bit, enjoying the company, the fondling and Fleur's increasingly desperate display.
After a couple of minutes, I kissed Mark, excused myself, got up and cleared away the plates, bringing another bottle of wine with me from the kitchen.
My man poured a glass and took it over to Fleur, who looked like she could use it. The bar reading was over **9**. He had to lift her head to help her drink.
"How much longer, please?" she asked.
"Sorry, love, but that would be telling. You're just going to have to tough it out." He kissed her, lengthily - I watched the bar twitch upwards. He put the glass down on the table and, returning to behind her, started to massage her upper back.
"I've found that I tend to get a stiff neck if it goes on too long," I explained to our guests.
"So you've been on it?" Max asked, taking her eyes off Fleur for the first time. She sounded surprised.
"Oh, yes," my lover said. "Many times, not counting it being her office chair. She's my number one test subject."
"He does this to *you?*" Fleur blurted.
"No," I said, "I do it to myself when he needs to try out something new."
Max's eyes flicked to the squirming young redhead, then back to me. "How long...?"
I smiled. "The programme is designed for up to six hours, but my personal best is 43 minutes."
Her eyes grew wide, but she said nothing and turned her eyes back to Fleur.
The bar jumped higher, then dropped again, beginning to rise again almost instantly. There was to be no rest for her, no chance to recover. Her red hair whipped from side to side in lust and frustration.
**"FUCK! Fuckfuck**fuck!" the young woman cried, shaking her head back and forth.
Having been in her place, I knew the feeling. I also knew how wonderfully, powerfully amazing it would feel when it ended. In the meantime, it was her in the chair and I was thoroughly enjoying myself watching her torment.
My man was bent over Max's boobs. She gave a low moan and started pumping his shaft, lightly but quickly. I saw Fleur watching them, desperate to participate.
The bar jumped suddenly to over **9** and the redhead squealed in her need. The rabbit was fully buried in her pussy, loudly buzzing and thrusting in and out rapidly. The nipple cups were jerking, one and then the other.
**20:18... 20:17... 20:16...** The bar was almost at **10**, then the sound changed and it slowly dropped to just under **9**. Fleur jerked futilely at her bonds.
"Enjoying the floorshow?" I heard my man ask.
Max didn't reply, but from next to me, I heard Mark mutter, "Damn! Where can I get one of those?" Strong fingers flitted across my breast.
"Patents pending and letters of interest received already," was the reply. "It should be on the street in about 18 months. They're talking about trying to hit the Christmas market next year."
The incongruity of that idea had us all in stitches for several minutes. While we were laughing, poor Fleur was repeatedly taken almost to the point of orgasm, then brought back by the remorseless program which could predict to the second when she was about to cum.
**13:11... 13:10... 13:09...**
As the sun approached the horizon, we lit the torches and their flickering light fluttered across the naked forms underneath. My man had obviously had enough of watching and stood up, pulling Max up into his arms upside down with his face in her pussy. He began munching her while she licked, nibbled and teased below, her cheeks hollow with suction. Max's legs were hanging backwards, her toes wiggling with pleasure. Her hair was swaying freely below her as her head bobbed on his manhood.
I beckoned to Mark, patting the corner of the table closest to Fleur. "Come, sit. I want her to be able to see."
When he had arranged himself, I lubed my cleavage and began a luxurious tittyfuck on his magnificent organ, pressing my boobs together with my hands to increase his sensations. I can generally get a boobgasm from that and today looked like it would work. I could see Fleur's eyes flicking back and forth between the two spectacles unfolding in front of her, then shuddering as the machine did its best to drive her crazy.
I switched from boobs to hands, twisting and rolling his thick shaft, up and down its length. He hissed.
**7:45...**
Mark suddenly got up and shifted me to stand up against the table, bent over one edge. I felt his hand on one of my cheeks as he guided himself into my wetness. I'm not a special fan of large dongs; they often hurt and too many are owned by men who think that size is all that matters. Mark was pretty special however -- a wonderful, sensitive mix of masculine force and empathetic responsiveness. I gasped as his distended head forced its way into my pussy. I felt incredibly full -- not better than with my own man, but definitely different.
And Mark knew what to do with it.
After a short pause, he grasped my hips and began moving in and out of me. I shifted under him to give Fleur the most open view and began bucking back into him to meet his strokes. As aroused as I was, an orgasm quickly built within me and fired off like a thunder. I shrieked, twisted on his unaccustomed bulk and then came again.
He continued to thrust for another minute and then came himself. Semen oozed out between my lips and ran down my legs. I could feel his heavy hands clutching my hips.
The four of us flopped back in our chairs, watching our young victim still struggling to cum. Her eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets. Not knowing how long her torment would continue had to have been maddening and the sexual spectacle in front of her must have been excruciating.
**3:12... 3:11...**
I pulled myself together, had a large gulp of wine and hugged Max and Mark's heads towards me.
"She's doing pretty well, don't you think?" I asked softly. Without waiting for a reply, I continued. "Unless you really object, I'm going to claim hostess privilege and release her from denial. It's been one hell of a show and I think she deserves it. The question is who gets to make her cum? Both of us would love to, but she's your sex-toy right now and I'm sure you would want to, too. Or, we could simply let the machine do her; from experience, it's mind-blowing."
Both of them started toying with my boobs while they thought. "How about all of us?" Max asked.
"Deal," said my man, who had come up behind us. "But I think Mark should do the honours."
**1:53...** The bar seemed pegged at over **9½**; poor Fleur was held just a fraction of the smell of a shadow away from the release so long denied her.
The four of us got up and surrounded the girl, still strapped to the chair. By my count, she'd been driven up at least 15 times without orgasm.
My man thumbed the screen and hit the release icon for the straps. He and I each grabbed an arm and Mark seized both legs. We lifted the squirming, frantic woman to a nearby beanbag chair and laid her on it.
Max immediately knelt over her head, presenting her pussy for Fleur's oral attention. My lover and I bent over and, still holding her arms, started licking and nibbling her breasts, rubbing our free hands over her arms, belly and flanks. She tasted of honey, sweat and young heaven.
Mark paused for a few moments, then stepped between her legs and smoothly drove his engorged cock into the girl. She came, instantly. Loudly. Very loudly - had I not known the situation, the screams echoing across the bay would have sounded like the cries of a person being hideously tortured. The orgasm went on and on.
Max herself came, bucking and rearing on the girl's face.
Her man, however, had just had two orgasms and, even for one such as him, an instant third one was not going to happen. He continued to plough the girl, his heavy member sliding in and out between her swollen lips. We did our best to keep up at her boobs.
She came, again. Then again. And still again. The girl was amazingly responsive.
Finally, Mark clutched hard on her ankles, spread them as far apart as they would go and, burying himself balls-deep, came himself. He stood rigid, breathing hard through his nose, then let go of the girl and flopped down on a nearby chair. The other three of us disentangled ourselves and joined him.
Fleur lay still, panting hard, eyes closed. The chrome cuffs and collar gleamed in the flickering torchlight.
It was a while before any of us got up. Max finally shifted, took off her necklace and, using the key, unlocked the now-sleeping girl's bracelets and collar and laid them aside.
Nobody seemed to feel much like talking. Eventually, we showed Mark and Max their bedroom. Mark carried the almost boneless young woman to her own room and, gently laying her on the bed, covering her with a light duvet.
He stroked her hair lovingly and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.
It was late when we woke up. Mark and Max were still asleep, but I heard somebody moving on the veranda. When we went out, a visibly happy Fleur was sitting in the chair, eyes closed, obviously reliving her experience.
Sensing our presence, she smiled broadly and jumped up to embrace us. It was like being greeted by an enthusiastic puppy - everything quivering all at once with delight and friendliness.
"That was totally awesome!" she blurted. "I've never cum so hard or so long! When did you make it? Where can I get one?"
We went inside to make coffee. The questions kept on coming. Eventually, Mark and Max came downstairs, rubbing their eyes. Looking at the now-collarless young redhead, they beamed and held their arms out for a hug. Fleur greeted them with the same enthusiasm as she had us.
Suddenly, she grinned and went outside, where the discarded shiny cuffs and collar were still on the table. "Mark," she said, holding them up, "we now have another thing in common."
He lifted one eyebrow in question.
"Silly - we both totally need to see Max in these."
She grinned and tilted her head to one shoulder. "Who's got the cards?"
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FSE | Title: Good To Be King by Bevan
Tags: Anal, Cheetah, Lion, M/M, Swimsuit
This is something a bit shorter than the last story, about a pair of young cats that hook up and end up screwing in the bathroom of a cruise ship. It took me a day to write and edit, so I spent much less time on it than the last one ( All About The View ) that I finished yesterday. Hopefully I didn't miss anything in editing. The story contains gay furry ass sex, so don't look if it's against the laws of your country or state or whatever. Characters, concept, etc, mine.
A family outing, that was how mom and dad had pitched the idea of the cruise to Ryan. A bit of family time together, mother, father, sister and brothers off for one last vacation before he was sent off to college. They'd do activities together, like riding jet skis off the coasts of Caribbean islands, dancing and all those sort of fun things you see in the commercials.
He didn't want to go, because he knew exactly what was going to happen before he set one paw on that ship. The entire family would splinter and fragment, scattered to the far ends of the ship all on their own and he'd be left standing there with his dick in his hand, like always. But it would be different, they promised. They'd all have fun together, and then Ryan would be off to college with fond memories to remember them all by.
His younger brother wasn't too enthusiastic about the idea either, but there was only so much of a fight he could put up against the people that were still feeding and clothing him despite how rebellious he liked to seem. Sis liked the idea of being able to access spas and sun herself on the deck of the ship all day, and was positively thrilled that scuba diving was on the ship's activity list.
He couldn't tell if it was mom or dad's idea, but they both seemed rather enthusiastic. Ryan just went along with it for the sake of not rocking the boat. It was only a few weeks, he'd have his own cabin and if worse came to worse he could always try swimming home. Maybe it would be different, maybe things wouldn't be the same like they'd been on every other vacation before. Maybe...
It was false hope, a lie and he knew it even as he kept telling it to himself over and over again. The most time the family had spent together was on the flight down to Florida and in the endless queues that filled every airport that had ever been erected. Then they all went off to their separate cabins, one for each brother, one for sis, and one for mom and dad to share.
That was a day ago, and he hadn't seen or heard from then since. Mom and dad were probably spending most of their time on the sun deck, while sis... She was probably in the water, or at least in the pool, trying out the new bikini she'd bought just for the trip. It wouldn't be long before she was off to college too, maybe in another year when she turned eighteen and finished school. His younger brother... He was in his emo-phase. His mane was dyed black and his clothes often followed suit, typically baggy black fatigues with a matching t-shirt. His parents had tried to get him to take along some 'normal' clothes, but their efforts were in vain.
That probably meant his brother was holed up in his cabin, hiding away from the hot sun that would probably set him ablaze as soon as he stepped outside in his goth gear. Ryan smirked at the idea, rolling over on his stomach to glance at the clock set on the nightstand beside his king sized bed. There was at least a week and a half left to the cruise, and the only thing he'd been doing since he'd stepped aboard was screwing around on his laptop.
Alas, the touch pad was not made for video games and few really suited it. He'd worked his way through the halls of Mars, Deimos, and Phobos with a shotgun all over again the first day he was in his cabin. He didn't have much else left to play, unless he started cycling through the mods and that seemed rather unappetizing after the five hours spent demon blasting the day before. He fumbled on the nightstand, reaching for a brochure that had been left there by the ship's staff before he arrived. There had to be something somewhere in the book that he could do.
He started to flip through it with a vaguely disinterested gaze, not expecting to find a single thing worth his while. The only thing that caught his eye was a single red word that boldly topped one page of the booklet. 'Wifi'. It seemed the ship was wired with it's own wireless internet, and there was a ship wide range of websites with info and even some chat rooms. What the hell, he thought, turning over on his side as he pulled his laptop off the nightstand and onto the bed.
The little PC was humming to life in no time, and with a little consultation from the booklet he was hooked into the ship's Wifi. The pages sprung up like weeds, advertising various events that he didn't really care for. He was only interested in the chat rooms, inane, endless babble that he could lose himself in. It didn't take long to find himself in one of the chat rooms, one marked 'teens' with some forty or so people in it. He chose the handle 'Leo' and started typing, occasionally replying but mostly just watching the text flow across his screen.
'Anyone here gay?' That was the set of words that caught his eyes, lined up neatly next to the name P Kitty. The usual responses were to be expected, a few 'lol faggot's sprinkled in with a handful of others cracking jokes. Ryan lost interest in them, and instead of trying to hold a conversation in that mess he private messaged P Kitty and struck up a conversation with him.
The two talked back and fourth about the usual sort of things, about hobbies and their home towns, about their taste in music... It was around twenty minutes before the conversation shifted and the two started talking about men. P Kitty liked felines and he liked them bigger than he was, muscular and powerful but around his own age. Leo divulged that he was more the pretty boy type, a slim and slender guy was what he was after, and he also had a preference for felines.
'So, Leo... You a lion by any chance?' P Kitty typed out.
'You found out my secret. Guess the cat's out of the bag. What about you? What are you?' Ryan responded, idly scratching at his bright red mane.
'I'm a guy who's talking to you on a computer. Does it matter?' P Kitty's response caused Ryan to smirk, his fingers trailing up for a moment to toy with a small pride pendant hanging around his neck. Should he, or shouldn't he...
'Guess I could talk to you off the computer, unless you'd rather just keep tapping keys all day. You know... Instead of tapping some ass.' It was what it was, a simple, blunt line to show the other boy that he was interested in a little casual fun. Why not? He had nothing better to do, and he had a whole cabin all to himself. It wasn't like his parents could walk in on him.
'Depends on how good you look. Want to meet up on the sun deck on the west side, near the bathrooms?' The reply wasn't immediate, and for a moment Ryan thought he'd been a little too crass and scared the other guy off.
'I'll be wearing my blue bathing suit, why don't you tell me how good I look when you see me in twenty minutes? How will I know if it's you or not?' Ryan replied with an ear to ear grin, a few, lusty thoughts passing through his mind as he thought of various species the guy could be and what he'd want to do to him.
'Don't worry, you'll know. You just be there.' P Kitty replied, just before he terminated the window. Finally, Ryan thought to himself as he climbed out of bed with a sense of anticipation, licking at his lips with a purr. Just what he needed, a good excuse to get out of bed.
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It was hot out in the midday sun, but at least the cool wind coming off the ocean mitigated the heat somewhat. Ryan was leaning against the wall, lingering beneath a restroom sign that pointed off down a hallway to his left. There weren't any chairs near the restroom, but at least that meant he had twenty feet on either side of him that wasn't filled with furs sunning themselves.
The lion huffed and ran a hand through his red mane, then glanced down over his body to look at the navy blue speedo that was was positively clinging to his body. Not only did it display the ridges of his pecs and his washboard abs, but the thin, stretched material showed off his ass and the large piece of meat tucked away in front. It was his favorite piece of swim wear for just that reason, especially when he got to feeling adventurous after swimming at the Y and tried to pick up guys. His mind turned to the person he was waiting for, and he was beginning to wonder if they were ever going to show. Where was he? Was he being set up for a prank by some dumbass?
"Leo?" Called a quiet voice to his right, causing him to turn his eyes from the distant horizon. His eyes came upon the lanky frame of a cheetah that might have been a little younger than he was, but not by much. He had the characteristic runner's build that many cheetahs shared, and two black tear marks that ran from his green eyes down his angular, pretty face. His hair was black, and rather short, but long enough to sway in the wind whenever it gusted over the deck's railing.
He was wearing a smile, and as Ryan's eyes trailed down across his body he saw he wasn't wearing much else. Nothing but a pink speedo that was just as racy as the lion's, putting his well developed ass and long legs on display. The cheetah was looking him over too, his eyes wandering over the lion's muscular build, only looking back up to Ryan's brown eyes when he'd had his fill. "You're hotter than I thought you'd be, Leo. Last guy I met here was a puma with long hair and a dye job trying to pass for a lion."
"Imitations just ain't a match for the real thing, huh?" Ryan asked with a smirk. Ryan took a few short steps forward, empathizing the height difference between the two of them. He stood at nearly six feet tall, while the cheetah was only a scant five foot five. The cheetah reached up to grab him by his pride necklace, pulling on it as he took the last step forward and pressed the front of his lithe body against the beefy frame of the lion, looking him dead in the eyes the entire time.
"No, they aren't." He murmured, his hand dipping discretely between them to grab a handful of the lion's package through his speedo. Ryan purred under his breath as the cheetah's palm brushed across his balls and sheath, his fingers feeling along the outline of his prick and beneath his balls. The lion reached down and grabbed the cheetah's ass in turn, giving the shapely flesh a good hard squeeze while pulling him closer. It was the cheetah's turn to purr, and with their vibrating bodies pressed up against one another it didn't take long at all before they were both damn hard. "You're a dom, aren't you?"
"What do you think?" Ryan asked in turn with a cocky grin, his fingers squeezing at the the male's ass a bit more firmly that before. The spotty cat's tail looped once around his wrist, the black tip flicking back and fourth in the air behind him.
"Wanna fuck me?" It couldn't be much more forward than that. If Ryan's grin could get any wider, it sure as hell would have rivaled the Cheshire cat when the whispered question reached his ear.
"You bet your ass. I have my own cabin, if you want to head back and- " Over the cheetah's shoulder Ryan saw them coming, clad in sunglasses, visors, and large, billowy, brightly colored cruise wear. His parents were coming towards them but they hadn't seen them just yet. The cheetah looked over at what Ryan was looking at, saw the lions and turned back to him with a smirk.
"Should we say hi to your parents?" Perceptive little bastard. The lion grabbed him by the wrist and tugged him off down the hallway, ducking into the men's room before they caught sight of him. It wasn't that they didn't know he was gay, or that they weren't 'accepting'. They didn't tell him what to do, nor did they love him any less. That he knew. But it made them uncomfortable whenever he was chatting up men, and whenever they thought he was getting 'up to something' they did their best to cock block him. If they caught him flirting with a pretty boy in a pink speedo, they wouldn't let him out of their sight for the rest of the cruise.
There was no way of knowing when they'd pass by the doors, and when it would be safe to slip out and head back to his cabin with the feline he'd just met. His eyes trailed over all the shining steel stalls and the white walls, and he listened for a few moments.
They were all alone. The cat was grinning ear to ear and not resisting even in the slightest as Ryan dragged him off into one of the handicapped stalls, only letting him go once they were both inside and the bolt on the door had been sealed. It was the only door that was closed in the long line of stalls, and every stainless steel wall and door went nearly to the floor. Much better than the rickety, wooden, somewhat open stalls he'd fucked in at school once or twice. Once he'd literally fucked a raccoon through a wall in one, but that was a story for another time. A time when he didn't have a fine piece of ass with nowhere to go right in front of him. The cheetah was watching him, waiting without suggestion for him to make the first move. He didn't have to wait long.
Ryan stepped up and grabbed the sides of the little pink speedo and peeled them down off the other male's hips like he was peeling the wrapper off a candy bar. As soon as they hit the floor he took off his own, standing there with the other boy with their dicks hanging out. He was bigger than the cheetah in more ways than one, stacking up at least three inches longer than the cheetah's six inch prick. Ryan bent over to grab their speedos off the floor and the bottle of lube he'd had hidden inside of his pair, hanging them on the coat hooks on the door. The cheetah was staring with wide eyed appreciation at his prick, looking but not touching the thick length of lion dick hanging between Ryan's thighs.
"I have a thing for lions." He murmured under his breath, a faint purr underlining every word.
"I have a thing for you." Ryan replied, reaching down to grab his own dick with a smirk. The cheetah laughed and then he turned his back on the lion, bending over against the wall with his hands grabbing the handicap railing. The way the fur rippled over the flesh and sinew beneath it with every movement showed just how firm his butt was, a work of art amongst teenaged ass Ryan was sure. One of the finest he'd ever seen, certainly, one that had him aching to get on with the show.
"My name's Stuart. What's your's?" He asked as he watched Ryan squirt the small tube of lube into his palm, licking his lips as the slick fluid was smeared over the fat dick that would soon be drilling his tight little ass.
"My name's Ryan. Do me a favor and lift your tail, Stu, it's in the way of my dick." Ryan responded as he stepped up behind the male, wiping his wet hand off on the laughing cheetah's ass. The tail rose obediently and the boy turned his head to watch Ryan over his shoulder, his breathing becoming a brisk pant before Ryan had even touched his dick to the male's asshole. As soon as the broad tip of his dick touched on Stuart's backdoor, the feline gasped and let out a low shivering moan.
Ryan circled his dick around the opening beneath the cheetah's tail, smearing the lube and precum around liberally before he hunched over the cheetah's bare body. Both his hands came to rest on the boy's slender hips, his claws coming out just enough to pinch at the cheetah's skin. The ones that liked bending over the most tended to like a little claws and teeth in Ryan's experience, a little show of force would have them moaning before his dick even went inside of them.
He leaned forward and grabbed the smaller cat's scruff in his teeth, seizing it as though he was delivering a mating bite on a female. There was plenty to grab, and he felt and heard Stuart's enthusiastic purrs egging him on. He wasn't sure just how many guys the boy had been with, or how tight he was, so he took it relatively slow as he slid in for the first time. Stuart fit his dick like a glove two sizes too small, and every inch forward took a good degree of wriggling around and forcing things... But he wasn't worried, as the feline was clearly enjoying himself.
Stuart's head was tilted back and he was moaning out like a ghost as inch by inch Ryan's dick sunk into his ass, not protesting, not trying to get away in the least as his asshole stretched out around the lion's big cock. When he finally came to a rest, balls deep in the spotty cat, Ryan had to take a moment to steady himself lest he blow his load in the boy's ass right then and there. He was easily the tightest, finest piece of ass he'd had hands down.
"Don't s-stop, don't fucking s-stop! Fuck me, f-fuck me hard!" Stuart half pleaded, half demanded in a shaky whisper even as his knees threatened to give out on him. His ass griped him like a vice as he pulled back, like it didn't want the dick to leave and tried desperately to make it stay. It was going to be hard to hold off his orgasm for long, especially with the cat begging him to fuck his brains out... But what the hell, Ryan was willing to try.
When he slammed his hips forward the cheetah nearly fell to his knees, half screaming as the cock buried itself in him with all the speed and force he'd be begging for. His claws dug at the steel walls and at the tiled floor in vain for a way to keep himself up, but all they did was scratch uselessly. Ryan had to keep him steady, holding him up with the firm hands on his hips and the teeth on his neck while he pounded Stuart's ass like a two dollar whore. Just a fuck, just a hole to be used in any way the lion wanted... Which was just what Stuart needed.
The walls of the stall shook and protested in a dramatic fashion as the force from the thrusting lion was channeled from the cheetah's hips, through his arms and into the structure itself. It was undergoing a test that it's designers couldn't have possibly imagined, but for all the noise and motion it held up well. Better than the squirming, moaning, howling cat in his hands at least.
Then there it was, a sound distinctly unlike any of the others the lion was hearing. The sound he'd listened for every time he screwed in a bathroom, especially after the first time he'd gotten caught... The sound of a door opening. He stopped as soon as he heard, lifting one of his hands to clamp over the cheetah's muzzle. The noisy boy's moans were silenced by the hand clasping over his lips, just as Ryan let go of his scruff and whispered into his ear.
"Someone's here. Don't make a sound." Still, it wasn't as though he could leave the stall at the moment... Nor did he want to stop, so painfully close to filling Stuart's tight little ass with his balls. Fuck it. What was the worse that could happen? It wasn't like they could pull the boat over and kick him off in the middle of the ocean. He kept his hand around the cheetah's muzzle, keeping him silent aside from heavy breathing coming from his nose. The lion started up again, much slower than he was working the male's ass before.
Somehow it was even more taxing, even harder than before to delay the inevitable when he was going slower. He'd been pounding the cheetah's ass for a good four minutes, and while he'd only drawn his hips back and slid them in all but three or four times he was ready to blow his top. Ryan grabbed the boy's scruff in his teeth again and closed his eyes, growling quietly around the flesh and fur in his mouth.
Five. That was the magic number, the thrust that made him see stars. He bit down harder than he intended on the male's scruff, pulling on it, using it to muffle his throaty growls and moans. Every jerk of his hips was an exclamation point, an emphatic declaration that at that moment the cheetah belonged to him. When he pulled back and his limp, wet dick fell out of Stuart's asshole with a nice, sloppy sound, he let go of the cheetah's mouth and let him suck in the lung fulls of air faster than his nose could deliver.
Both of them were panting and trying to be quiet about it, trying not to be heard by whoever it was. Ryan grabbed his dick with one hand and wiped it off on the boy's ass, then his hand off on the base of his tail, leaving him messy and marked with the lion's scent. When he was sure he could stand on his own, he let go of the cheetah's hip with his other hand and turned, quickly tugging on his speedo. Maybe if they were lucky, they could slip out while the guy was-
"Ryan, are you seriously fucking in there? I could smell you from the damn doorway! Jesus, mom and dad send me in here to look and I find you screwing some guy in a stall." There was no mistaking the voice of his brother. Ryan looked at Stuart and Stuart looked right back, a mixture of confusion, surprise, and... Satisfaction. He hadn't seen it before, but a glance at the wall told him sometime during their little tryst the cheetah had cum all over the wall and railing in front of him.
"So what if I am? Jealous?" Ryan shot back defensively to the amusement of the cat beside him, who simply smirked and listened to the conversation.
"So what if I tell mom and dad about it? I was young, but I still remember what happened to you the first time you got caught doing that." Cole teased back, knowing full well he had his brother by the balls.
Ryan took a moment to think, there had to be something he could give him or offer him to buy him his silence. He glanced at the cheetah beside him, then grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and unlocked the stall door. Before Stuart could protest the lion pushed him forward out into the bathroom, blushing, naked with the lion's orgasm dripping down the crack of his ass.
"How about you instead of acting like a dick, you use your's instead? He'll let you fuck him." Stuart looked at Cole, and the lion looked right back at the naked cheetah, their eyes locked as shades of red consumed their faces. Cole had never let on about being gay, but then again, Ryan had never seen him with a girl... And he had read somewhere that there were genetics involved. Maybe they had more in common than he thought? A glance down told him his mind was right on the money, as a large bulge formed in the younger brother's black swim trunks.
The cheetah noticed too, and through his hold on his neck Ryan could feel him shaking. The prospect of getting railed by a pair of lion brothers one after the other had to have his heart pounding.
"W-What about mom and dad?" Cole asked, as if wanting to accept but trying to find some flaw, some reason why he shouldn't rail the gorgeous cheetah right then and there.
"I'll take care of them, if you take care of him... And I'll swing by your cabin tonight to take him back to my room." Ryan looked at Stuart, who was practically glowing red at this point, glancing at the door every so often and between the two brothers. He didn't say a word, his brain was having a hard enough time keeping him on his feet. Ryan gently tugged the cheetah back into the stall and stepped away, putting a hand on his brother's shoulder. He shoved him into the stall and shut the door behind them, taking a few steps away from the closed door with his eyes on the space between the floor and the bottom of the door.
He smirked when he saw his brother's black trunks hit the floor, and started to walk off down the long line of stalls with a swagger in his step. In the sea or in the jungle, it didn't matter... Lions were kings of their domain. The cheetah started to moan all over again before he'd even reached the door. It was all he could do not to laugh as he passed back out onto the sun deck, a Cheshire cat's grin back on his handsome face. It was good to be king. |
nifty | Sometimes, I travel for work. Last Fall, I was at our company offices in a different city for a couple of weeks, working on a project. One day, I ran into an old friend in the cafeteria at lunch.
"Hey, Andrew!" I said as I returned my tray. I was genuinely glad to see him. It had been about two years since we had worked together.
"Oh, hi! What brings you to town? The payroll database project?"
"That's it, exactly." I had forgotten exactly how old Andrew was, probably 26 or 27. I was 34.
He had blond hair that swooped low over his forehead. He was wearing a rugby shirt and khaki pants, which was basically a uniform for him. His pale skin had rosy cheeks. He had put on weight too. Andrew had been a fat kid, (I had seen pictures), then leaned out in his late teens and early twenties, but now he had put some of it back on. He was stocky and solid.
"How things are going for you? What are you up to?" I asked.
"Not too much. Work is good, I'm getting promoted soon."
"That's terrific! You deserve it. Nobody else could have salvaged that server crash. The whole company heard about what you did to get us back online."
"I think that email exaggerated a bit, but thanks." He smiled.
"I'm happy for you. How are things with Amanda?"
"Uh, we broke up."
"Oh, ah, sorry to hear that."
"Oh, I dunno. What about you?"
"I have a boyfriend now. I've been with him over two years now."
"Oh that's good, congrats."
"Yeah, it's awesome."
"I have to run, maybe I'll see you around sometime."
"Email me. We'll hang out."
"That's cool."
"I mean it!"
We parted and I didn't see or hear from him.
Six months later, though, he did finally send me an email saying he was in town. I tracked him down at work on Monday and cornered him until we had a good chat. As it turns out, Amanda had abruptly left him for no apparent reason, although he found out later via facebook that she had been cheating on him with her brother's friend. He had been feeling kind of low ever since, although he had been doing his best in the last couple of months to go to the gym and reverse the weight gain.
"That's good man, not that you look bad now or anything."
"Bah, I'm fat again."
"Skinny isn't manly. A man is solid and tough. Boys are skinny little twigs." He blushed a little at this. "Where are you working out while you're here?"
"At the hotel. They have a couple of machines, but it sucks."
"I'll guest you into my gym then."
"Oh no, that's okay."
But I insisted, and made him promise to bring his gym clothes. The following day, I took him to the gym after work and we both got in a good work out. I also got a chance to see him naked for the first time in the showers afterwards. Andrew had an average sized soft dick, circumcised like me. His pubes and pits were a light brown, unlike his blond hair on his head and his legs. Mostly, however, he was smooth. He had no hair on his chest, not even a treasure trail.
I kinda thought he might be checking me out too, but these things can be hard to judge.
We worked out at my gym on Wednesday and Thursday too. We would talk about work, mostly. I also asked him about his ex and he admitted that they had been having trouble in the bedroom. He had lost interest.
"Medical issue?"
"No, or at least I don't think so."
"Maybe you should see a doctor and get checked out."
"Naw, it all works correctly. I do a function test once or twice a day," he laughed.
"Do you ever think about her when you jack it?"
"No," he admitted.
"Well, that's a sign, I think. Maybe you just needed to be with someone else."
"Maybe."
On Friday night, I dragged him home after the gym and he ate with me and my boyfriend, (who is a pretty good cook). After supper, my boyfriend went out to movie night with his movie club friends and Andrew stayed behind to watch the latest episode of Game of Thrones and then hang out in the hot tub.
"That feels good," he said as he settled into the tub. "I've been stiff from the gym."
"It does wonders," I replied as I handed him a plastic tumbler of Dr Pepper. Andrew's mom had been a brutal alcoholic and Andrew never drank a drop.
"You guys never get tired of it?"
"We're out here almost every night. Although we don't usually wear suits," I winked. "It's a private backyard. Clothes are a concession to your modesty tonight."
"Well, don't I feel special!"
We talked about my boyfriend, how I met him, etc. I told him about how neither of us had started having sex with guys until we were in our twenties. How I always knew I was gay but that I had tried to suppress it. I had tried having sex with women a couple of times in my college days but I had always preferred guys.
"This is a secret, but I once did it with a guy, a friend in high school." He was shy with details but it seems that in his senior year that he and his best friend had sucked each other a couple of times.
"Did you ever think about trying it again?"
He was slow to answer. "Yeah, I guess I have." The tension was palpable.
"I'd suck your dick," I said bluntly.
"What about your boyfriend?"
"He can join in when he gets back. He thinks you're hot."
"I'm not hot. I'm fat."
I put my hand on his dick. It was hard. I rubbed it through his shorts. He closed his eyes, leaned back and let it happen. I put my hand down inside and squeezed his cock, then I tugged off his suit.
"Sit up on the side," I directed him. He did as he was told. I sucked his dick until he came in my mouth.
I started jacking myself. He took over and jacked me until I came too.
"That was hot," he said.
"Oh my god, yes. Come here." I kissed him. He relaxed and we started making out.
That's where we were when my boyfriend came home. He stripped naked on the deck and slipped into the hot tub to join us. Andrew came twice more in the hot tub before we moved inside and we fell asleep all together in our king-sized bed. |
nifty | This standalone story is a work of Historical Fiction. It in no way resembles reality or should be considered by any a reflection of Caesarion or Marcus Antonius Antyllus sexualities. If it is not permitted to read homoerotic fiction where you are, stop now.
The inspiration for this story came in part after I watched the recent Netflix documentary about Cleopatra VII (which could have been better in my opinion). The life and character of her firstborn son Caesarion has always intrigued me and very quickly I got the idea of writing one pairing him and Mark Antony's son from his previous marriage together. The research I took to write this story is in depth as possible, based in part on homoerotic relationships practiced within Greco-Roman culture.
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Caesarion & Antyllus A(c) James Jenkins 2023
34 BC Royal Palace Alexandria, Egypt
He had struggled with the dividing emotions since the time they made love to each other and lost their virginity to each other. They were both sixteen years of age. All the other intimate sessions tended to start the same and usually consisted of the same kissing, stroking and mutual masturbating, each occasion unique and fantastic and always ended in the savvy prince spewing his seed all over his brother's scrotum and smooth white thighs.
This sexual encounter with his new Roman stepbrother and he-Ptolemy the XV of his name Caesar, Caesarion to the people of Egypt- had was truly amazing. The scion of Pharaoh Cleopatra VII and Gaius Julius Caesar, the incarnated Horus, could not fully remember the events leading up to their passionate coupling. Their sessions usually started just by being close to each other, watching dancing girls or talking to each other in either of their respective chambers. The crown prince's thoughts turned to this occasion, they were in the Andron (dining room), watching musicians, acrobats and dancers perform after their oratory lessons.
The handsome, tawny skinned youth with well-trimmed black hair reclined on one of the klinA", Antyllus was lying on his stomach on the couch in front of Caesarion, his head rested on his right hand to view the performers the prince had been gifted by his mother. The light-skinned Roman youth wore his white tunic and a large red toga both finished off with golden embroidered borders, and leather soleae (sandals). The hemline of his tunic ended at mid-thigh length. Antyllus had a rather provocative habit of spreading his legs and bending his knees to swing them as if he was swimming in the bath when watching the scantily clad Nubian dancers in this position. This gave the eye-catching youth a perfect view of his subligaculum covered ass! The prince instantly felt his cock stiffen as Caesarion gazed at those soft but firm legs. He was also an accomplished swordfighter, always besting his brother first, second or third position in races. Antyllus legs were perfectly toned for a boy his age. It seemed unfathomable that he was doing this intentionally, but it was undeniably arousing the prince! Yes, Caesarion was attracted to his stepbrother and could not deny his feelings for him.
Transfixed, he sat watching his brother's ass and perfect legs for a while, with each sexy movement Caesarion was growing evermore aroused. By now his cock was solid as a stone, sexually charged energy flowing like a flash flood through his body, filling with the youth with confidence. Caesarion could wait no longer, he had to seize the moment now!
Caesarion emerged from the klinA" (couch) he was sitting on and shifted over to his brother, he sat down between the open legs. Caesarion then leant forward and pressed his body on top of his lover, his cock pressing into that fine tunic covered ass. The boy shifted his legs wider to gain more purchase on the floor and bucked his ass hard into the prince's lap.
"Fuck off!" Marcus Antonius Antyllus shouted at him. He sounded enraged as a provoked asp, but he half turned under his brother, gave the teaser a naughty smile and winked at him. That was all the "Heir of the god who saves" needed to know that he had permission to proceed.
Spiritedly, Caesarion leant forward to kiss the Roman gently on the lips, he softly kissed him back, "I am mad for you," the prince whispered to him.
"I adore you as well," he replied. Antyllus had never said that to the prince before, those words filled his heart with impassioned excitement. Caesarion slipped his hands under the tunic to feel his muscles through the linen. His muscles were a bit more evident now, Caesarion assumed through gymnasium sessions, they felt wonderfully soft but firm in his hands, yet again tipped as a warship by bronze hard rosy beaks.
Snickering, Caesarion kneaded and caressed his admirable linen covered body, pinching his nipples between fingers and thumbs. Antyllus began to move his fine ass into the prince's lap, moving back and forth as if he would do when he masturbated when lying on his stomach. Caesarion's cock was straining at his opening, the prince was desperate to release it and rub it all over his brother's scrotum again. In a beat, Caesarion released his caressing left hand off Antyllus torso and moved to the small gap, he fumbled with it for a few moments, struggling to undo it then finally opening it, reaching inside his subligaculum, pulling his cock free.
Licking his lips, Caesarion lifted the tunic up over his round firm ass, exposing his linen subligaculum. He tugged at the material, pulling them down. The prince uncovered two almost peach white, perfectly formed, athletic buttocks. The prince shifted up on his knees, placed both hands on the warm bum cheeks and began to caress them. Antyllus pushed his ass into the loving grip, Caesarion felt his stiff muscles collide and release in his own hands. Antyllus turned around to catch his brother looking lustfully at his fine ass. "Let us hasten upstairs, to your chamber this time." Caesarion stood up, his cock standing out directly from the open fly, Antyllus rolled over, removed his subligaculum, and parted his legs revealing his young hairy scrotum. Caesarion got back on his knees, placed his cock on the other youth's scrotum and began to stroke the Roman's outer rim with the tip of his cock. "Make haste now, brother! A most favorable surprise I have prepared for you!" Antyllus said in an authoritatively firm tone, much likened to his titan of a father.
Intrigued, Caesarion stood up again, Antyllus shuffled to his feet, grabbing his subligaculum as he got up. He left the room, the prince followed him out, and they walked up the stairs to the prince's chamber. The grinning Roman stopped in front of the bedchamber on the landing, kissed him and said, "See yourself undressed, I will return in a brief moment."
Aware his servants would alert him of any interruptions, Caesarion walked into his chamber, tore off his blue tunic as quick as possible and jumped on the ebony-carved bed. Eagerly stroking his cock as he wondered what his eventual gift was going to be. He could hear the opening and closing of ornate cedar chests, Caesarion assumed he was dressing up, yet could not be fully certain. The prince heard him walking across the corridor to his chamber. Caesarion stood up to meet him at the entrance. Antyllus appeared at the doorway to the bed chamber wearing silk clothing, purple and gold, long tunics covering his arms and legs. The jovial youth pulled a pose worthy of an Olympic athlete, hips to one side, pushed his hair back slightly above his head, looked at the prince with his alluring blue eyes and blew the prince a kiss.
The following deed he performed took the prince's breath away, he regained a normal standing pose, legs slightly parted. Antyllus then took hold of the robe at the hem and pulled it up slowly, revealing his sweaty, hairy passage! Then Caesarion noticed the sandal straps he had readied, they were not well tied, leather sandals with X crossing straps, they looked a bit odd but by the gods, he was still bewitching! The awestruck prince walked forward, held the boy in his arms, they stood there hugging for a while then he began to massage him through the tunic. The prince's hands neared towards his ass cheeks, Caesarion loved Antyllus ass, but he loved his hole even more, Caesarion was adamant to feel the warm gates again. His left hand creeped down to his brother's hairy crotch, the youth cupped it gently and pressed his index finger on the shaft of his manhood. The prince touched Antyllus cock, the prince slowly circled it with his finger, the slick wet tunnel easing the invasion.
Antyllus held him tight as Caesarion was excited by his brother's tight ass, their breathing growing debauched. The fervent boy kissed him again, this time full on, his tongue plunging into the lustful one's mouth. Caesarion pulled at the ties holding his robe together at the waist. The flimsy linen veil fell open to expose his appetizing warm apricot white body, his nipples were half erect and slightly inflamed, the prince moved his right hand up to the left of the torso and gently stroked it. Caesarion released his mouth from his brother's kiss and moved down to the groin, the prince extended his tongue to the transfixed boy's waiting nipple. The prince felt it tingle as his tongue reached its target. A soft moan escaped Antyllus mouth as Caesarion increased his oral worship and lapping.
The Roman youth pushed his lover backwards to the bed; Caesarion lost his balance and fell on the bed. Antyllus then climbed on top of the prince as if he was going to mount the impressive cock but shifted his position, so the large cock landed on his crack. "I want you to ravish me!" Antyllus said in tone the seed of the Divine Auset never heard him use before.
"By the gods, are you certain of this?" Caesarion replied in almost utter disbelief, not quite believing what he had just heard. "Yes!" he replied "I want to know the feeling of another man's warmth; I am a man-I am prepared." Atyllus then stood up, removed the tunic fully.
That was all the rousing inspiration Caesarion needed, his handsome brother was standing in front of him, fully naked except for hastily tied sandal straps, he looked so gorgeous, he had to have him! Antyllus laid on the bed beside him, put his hand on the impatient cock and slowly stroked him to an even harder state. The prince was in a Bacchanalian bliss, Caesarion could wait no longer, he was about to lose his virginity to his beauteous adoptive brother. He lowered his head to his brother's chest again and possessively sucked on Antyllus nipples, driving a finger in his flamingly hot and willing hole. His crevice felt so hot and wet, he had to have his brother now before the future Pharaoh got too excited and came rapidly as Caesarion usually did. This was his chance to deliver his seed into a real man's ass!
By now he was horny, and his inner tidal pool had opened fully. The prince shifted his position so he could place his cock on the shuddering boy's hot anal walls. Caesarion took hold of his cock and slid it up and down the youth's meaty wetness, Antyllus gave a little squeal as his brother did this. In turn, Caesarion moved forward on his hands and nudged the tight passage with his cock, the feeling of a hot wet virgin hole on the end of his manhood was exhilarating! The instinct to push to reach the pinnacle of pleasure fully consumed his mind, body, and soul.
The prince pushed his cock slowly into his mouthwatering brother's scrotum.
Antyllus eyes widened with the shock of the cock entering him, Caesarion was about a quarter the way in and still pushing. "AAHH! You are the size of a steed!" Antyllus exclaimed. "Do you wish for me to stop?" Caesarion asked.
"No, move in gently, the pain will be slight," the Roman youth answered. The prince leaned forward, slid his arms under the shoulder blades and held onto his lover's shoulders with his upturned palms. Caesarion slowly began to push his cock inside Antyllus again, he was so tight, indescribable feelings were burning as a furnace in the youth's groin again, Caesarion knew what it meant, his cock was about to erupt in his brother's virgin yet still youthful hole!
"Ahhh yes, feels wonderful!" the euphoric boy said, "More I beg you- faster!" Caesarion increased his movements as his breathing became erratic, each stroke driving him on the collision course to his eventual orgasm!
"Gods, I am near!" Caesarion panted as he bucked into dampened hairy scrotum.
"Ravish me, slay me, fuck me!" Antyllus repeated as he grabbed both legs and pulled them open as wide as they would go, a short space separating each tanned white, sweat saturated leg. Caesarion shifted his position to view his cock on its first conquest, the sight he saw was glorious! In between two beautiful stretched out legs was a soaking wet, soft darkish hair covered virgin scrotum, the lips fully opened exposing his inner passage, above his anal lips was a shimmering pearl-colored drop of seed just seeping out from his cock. Antyllus released his legs and moved both hands down to his crevice, he spread the outer lips wide, fully exposing his gateway. Antyllus then began to masturbate to stimulate his own orgasm, Caesarion had witnessed him do this in private a few times before, but each time was a bewitching sight to behold.
Antyllus right hand was almost a blur as he continued to masturbate his engorged cock. His chest rising and falling heavily with each panting breath, his firm cock moving with pendulum-like motion as they ground against each other. Antyllus eyes closed tightly, his mouth open drawing in breath hard as Caesarion pushed harder and harder into his ass. Then suddenly, his eyes opened widely, drew in a long heavy breath then exhaled a long luridly exciting sentence "FUCK.... THE.... GODS!"
Antyllus was spewing his load on his lover's cock! Caesarion could not hold on a second longer, he gave one final push, maelstrom orgasm exploding in his testicles.
"I am close! I am near! I will flood you! I am flooding you!............Oh great Eros!" Caesarion shouted and bit harshly down on his lower lip.
"Oh, gods yes! I love you; I crave you; I want you!" Antyllus shouted as he orgasmed. The prince's cock erupted in the hot, slick softness, Caesarion gazed into his brother's blue eyes as he filled his scrotum with marble white seed. Antyllus noticed the lustful gaze and pulled their faces closer and drove his tongue into that honey-tasting mouth, their tongues entwined. They continued to push against each other as their thundering onslaught subsided. Then almost as swiftly as their orgasms began, they finally ceased.
Both youths laid in the same position for several more minutes, holding each other, kissing, and stroking.
"I love you more than my voice can give words, that was divine!" Antyllus said as he held his beloved's face in his strong yet delicate hands.
"By Min's grace it was. Yes, we have truly become men now!" Caesarion exclaimed. Antyllus let out a slight laugh then with one final kiss he then gently pushed his lover off and said, "We should cleanse ourselves before father and mother expect us at the banquet this evening."
Caesarion returned his kiss and said, "I await the day, a torture to wait till the right time permits it!"
"As do I," Antyllus replied. Caesarion eased himself off his brother's sweaty lean body, his spent cock slipped out of the panting boy's ass followed by a small amount of thick white seed. Antyllus began to rise, there was a squelching wet flatus-like sound and a stream of the prince's seed poured out of his hole. They looked at each other in confounded fascination and erupted into delightful laughter. |
literotica | Title: Bed, Board & Boots
Tags: shiny leather, tight fabric, mrs jameson, fuck mummy, tight red, skirt ridden, black boots, red skirt, leather boots, stiletto heels
After I graduated from university I'd been pretty lucky, having walked into a very well paid job within a matter of months. However, the one thing that I wasn't prepared for were the property prices in London, which made it impossible to get a mortgage on somewhere decent. Needing to find a place before I took up my new job, I was faced with a couple of options.
The first was to look through the paper and find a house share, but after three years of sharing a place with a bunch of other people in their early twenties (with the accompanying mess, noise and arguments), I was certainly not going down that route. Option two was to get a mortgage on my new salary which, impressive though it was, would only afford me a rabbit hutch in London.
I'd sat wasting another afternoon in a bar trawling the property to rent/buy section in the paper, and was lighting my umpteenth cigarette of the day when I spotted a small line advert at the foot of a column.
'Lodger required. Comfortable house with all amenities, use of phone, bills included, close to bus route...'
I exhaled and took another gulp of my pint. Why hadn't I thought of it before? Peace and quiet, a handy location and the money was well within my range - a lot lower than I thought I was going to have to shell out, so I'd be able to save too. Fair enough, the lady who owned the house - a Mrs. Jameson, according to the ad - might be some old battle axe, but what the hell. I pulled out my mobile...
The phone was answered and I explained that I was calling about the advert. Mrs Jameson certainly didn't sound old (middle aged, yes) and certainly not like a battle-axe. She told me that I was the first caller, as the advert had only first appeared in the paper that day and that maybe I'd like to come around to look the place over, and see if we got on...
'Okay, so we'll say seven o'clock, then? You'll need to knock, as the bells' not working. Oh, and by the way...what's your name, love?'
'Tom.'
'Okay Tom - see you at seven. I'm Pamela by the way...Pam, if you like. See you later.'
And that's how it began. Pam was great, the best landlady anyone could wish for. Well, that any bloke could wish for, anyway. Although it wasn't in the original agreement when I began lodging with her, Pam cooked a lot for me, and even did my laundry without me asking. The first time she did this I protested, telling her she didn't have to do it, but she wouldn't hear of it. After all, she said, she only worked part-time, and since splitting with her husband a couple of years prior, hadn't had to run around after a man, so it was a novelty - and at least I appreciated it!
I was bowled over. I knew how lucky I'd been, and to show my appreciation, I nipped out to the shops and returned with flowers, a bottle of wine and a peck on the cheek to say thanks. Blushing, she rubbed my arm, returning my kiss on the cheek and told me that I shouldn't have. But, as you know, we're always that much more appreciative towards someone when we find them attractive. I'll explain...
Pam was, well...you know how lads always fancied their mate's mothers? Pam fell into that category. Early fifties, full curvy figure, shoulder length brown hair, full lips, nice big juicy-firm breasts and a lovely round bum that had just the right amount of wobble. The icing on the cake was her style of dress. Invariably, this consisted of two things: tight skirts ending just above the knee and a pair of high-heeled knee length leather boots.
We got on very well. I'd moved in during the Autumn, and as the nights drew darker, and as my friendship with Pam grew, I stayed in most evenings. We lounged around on the settee, watching tv, drinking wine and chatting, and as time went by, we seemed to get closer and closer together on that settee, sharing the occasional hug or goodnight peck-on-the-cheek.
One cold dark Friday, I had made the usual attempt to battle the rush hour traffic, but my bus got caught up in a traffic jam. Combined with the onset of it snowing, by the time I got home at 7.30, I was cold, wet and pissed-off. Hanging up my raincoat, and kicking of my shoes, I noticed that the house didn't seem much warmer than outside.
'Pam?'
'In here, darling. The boiler's packed up. I rang the engineer, but he won't be here 'till tomorrow.'
Pam was sitting on the settee, watching tv, wrapped up in a blanket. 'You're soaking love. Sit down and I'll get you a towel. Do you want a cuppa?'
'You read my mind' I answered.
With that, she shrugged off the blanket and stood up, as did a part of me when I saw what she was wearing. A tight red sweater which outlined the curve of her ample bosom, a tight red skirt, which ended mid way between her knees and thighs and my favourite pair of her boots. Long, stiletto heeled leather boots, the toes nice and pointed, the leather black, soft and shiny.
As she passed me to go to the kitchen, she rustled my hair. 'Get out of those wet clothes and get under that blanket before you catch a cold.'
I watched her walk down the hall, her bum swaying in the tight fabric and her boot heels clicking on the floorboards. Jesus, she was so...I blanked my mind. I was 22, she was over 30 years older than me...probably looked upon me as a son...stop thinking what you're thinking, I told myself.
I slipped off my wet trousers, unknotted my tie and covered myself in the blanket, thinking that as well as keeping me warm, it would hide anything embarrassing that may come up...
Pam returned a few minutes later with a towel, a bottle of brandy and two glasses. 'I thought we deserved something a little stronger than tea. Now budge up and give me half of that blanket!'
'Yes miss!' I said, giving a mock salute, and pulling back the blanket so she could sit down next to me.
'Less of that cheek my boy, or I'll put you over my knee and give you a spank!' she replied, sitting down and handing me the towel.
'Yes please!' I laughed, adding 'As long as you keep your boots on while you do it.'
She smiled, arching an eyebrow and giggled. 'You cheeky thing!'
Pam poured two large brandies, pulled her half of the blanket over her lap and passed me a glass, all the time smiling. She looked like she was going to say something, but then just began sipping her brandy while focusing on the tv.
We sat like that for a couple of hours, watching tv, chatting and knocking back the brandy. Eventually, we were two tired - pissed - people snuggled up. Her with her head leaning on my shoulder, her arm wrapped around mine, me with my hand gently caressing her right knee. The brandy had taken affect - we were drunk and warm. The blanket had slipped off of Pam, and her tight red skirt had ridden up around her thighs. My hand wandered, and soon I was slowly stroking her leg, touching the top of her shiny leather boot, moving over the knee, and gently touching her thigh.
Suddenly, I froze with panic as Pam placed her hand on mine, as it was inching towards her skirt hem. I'd overstepped the mark…
'Tom...'
My mind spun. Shit. What had I done? I'd felt-up my landlady. Oh Christ...
'Tom...you do know you're like a son to me...'
'I know, Pam, I don't know what to say, it just...I'm ashamed, I...I...'
'Shush...' she whispered.
Squeezing my hand, she kissed me on the cheek. The shiny leather of her boots squeaked as she uncrossed her legs. Moving her thighs apart, she guided my hand and pushed it under the tight fabric of her skirt. My cock stiffened underneath the blanket, and I turned my face towards hers.
'It's okay, darling. It's okay...touch me...please?'
I pushed my hand up between her thighs, expecting to come up against her panties, only to be surprised by the fact that she was not wearing any. Her pussy was sopping wet, and as I lightly touched her lips, she moaned quietly. I slid a finger inside her, whilst pressing on her clit and at this, she spread her legs wider, lifting her left leg up and resting her shiny booted foot on the coffee table.
I leant in to kiss her, her hand pulling my head in towards hers as our mouths met, her lips engulfing mine. We kissed, and as we did so, my fingers slid out away from her pussy and reached out towards her boot. My hand rested mid-calf, and I slid my fingers slowly down wiping her pussy juices on her shiny black leather, before feeling my way around the stiletto heel and the pointed toe, finally resting with a grip around her ankle.
We separated to breathe, and Pam nuzzling her face next to my ear whispered.
'Do you want my pussy, darling?'
'God yes!' I panted.
We kissed again, deeply, as Pam undid my belt, unzipped my trousers and began to stoke my stiffened cock.
'You really want to fuck this old lady's pussy!?' She smiled as she wanked me.
'I've wanted my cock inside you since I moved in here, Pam. The fact that you're the age that you are, and the way you dress…and the boots you wear…just made it…harder…so to speak.'
'So if my hunky lodger here - who's been like a son to me - were to have his way, he'd like to…fuck mummy in her leather boots…?'
I gasped. 'Please…!'
'And would you like mummy to dig her stiletto heels into your bum cheeks while you fuck me?'
She didn't wait for an answer, but took my hand, stood up, and led me into the hall and up the stairs. I watched her round arse cheeks swaying in her tight red skirt which had ridden up around her thighs and gazed at her long black boots...the stiletto heels, the long shiny leather on her leg, and the boot tops where they met the back of her knees.
We walked into her bedroom. Pam stood with her hands on her hips, smiling while watching me strip. I then reclined on the bed, my legs spread out as I wanked myself. She peeled off her sweater, before reaching back and unhooking her bra, letting it fall to the floor. My mouth fell open, as I viewed her big beautiful tits, the long brown nipples hardened, awaiting my attention. Pam then unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. There she stood with only her boots on. I was in awe.
She strutted towards the bed, and crawling drunkenly across it, positioned herself astride me. Pulling her cunt lips wide she slowly, tantalizingly lowered herself onto my thick engorged cock, gasping as she took my full length inside her.
'I'm too old, tired and pissed to ride you darling' she laughed. 'I think you'll have to do the hard work, baby.'
'Roll over' I whispered.
We rolled over as one, before I parted her thighs, drove my hard swollen cock into her, and gripped her booted legs around the back of mine. I slowly stroked in and out of Pam, and knowing what I wanted, she took her cue and raised her knees, clamping her shiny black boots alongside my waist. The heels dug into my sides as the leather stuck to my sweating body.
'Is that what you want love? Fuck me nice and hard…come on…fuck me…fuck me in my boots'
'Oh fucking hell, yes…in your boots…your dirty leather boots…'
'Fuck mummy in her boots…fuck me…oh God!…I'm a slut…I'm a dirty fucking slut…come on darling…I'm in my slutty high heeled boots for you…'
Pam moaned and whimpered as I fucked her harder and faster, and as her long nails dug into my back, I felt her leather boots clamp harder against my sides and the sharp stiletto heels dig further into my flesh.
'Oh fuck…yes…!' she gasped as she held me tighter and I felt her pussy juices wash around my cock as she came. She flung her arms back against the pillows and tried to catch her breath. At this point I was so, so close to cumming too.
I gripped her ankles and lifted her legs up, bringing the soles of her boots right against my face so I could smell the heady scent of polished leather and sweat as I fucked Pam's sopping pussy harder and harder.
'Cum inside me love…please…cum in me…' she whispered breathlessly. At that moment, with my cock taken to the hilt inside her, hearing those words from her was all it took. I pumped my cum inside her, my body juddering with the sensation, and collapsing into her arms, my prick seemed to pulse, shedding every last drop of spunk.
We lay like that for what seemed like hours, her arms around me, and her hands stroking my hair as I nuzzled against her breasts, my cock limp inside her juicy spent wet pussy. |
yiff-extreme | Dating a Jackass “Where is she? I want those drinks we ordered.”
“John, can you please not make a scene.”
“Damn it, Mary, I paid for them and I expect some damned service.”
“It’s only been a few minutes, relax. There’s no reason to get upset.”
“I am not upset, and I do not need to relax.”
“You’re making an ass of yourself.”
“I am, haw, not!”
“I think your ears say differently.”
“What? Wait! What the hell is going on?”
“I don’t think that’s very hard to understand John. You’re becoming what you are. A jackass.”
“How dare you call me, hee-haw, a jackass, bitch!”
“Bitch, am I? How dare I? You asked me on a date, and here you’ve been nothing but boorish, self-absorbed, and rude. I figured you needed a lesson.”
“What the, haw, are you talking, hee-haw, about?”
“Simply put? I’m a witch, and I find guys like you reprehensible. Sometimes I like to be creative with my punishments, but you know, sometimes the old classics really can’t be beat.” “Wait, I don’t… hee-haw… under… stand.”
“You don’t need to. In a few minutes you’re going to finish busting those pants of yours and you’re going to be a nice little donkey for the rest of your life. A perfect jackass.”
“You… hee-haw… can’t… haw…do this to… me!”
“Oh, but I can, and I have. My, but is that your new tail, that I spy?”
“Hee-haw.”
“Your drinks, sorry for the delay. A daquiri for the lady and an old fashioned for the gentle…”
“Miss, I’m sorry to do this, but I think I need to go, my date has been most rude to you and I’m breaking it off. May I have the check please?”
“Uh… why is there a horse in here?”
“Oh, he’s not a horse, he’s a jackass.”
“Um, so, uh…, what do I do with him?”
“Just call this number, they’ll come pick him up shortly. Don’t worry, I’ll leave you a few extra dollars for the trouble.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. I’ll get that check for you.”
“Thank you.”
“Hee-haw!”
“Hush you, it’s a better fate than you deserve.” “Hee-haw!”
“Keep that up and I’ll geld you.”
“...”
“That’s better, now trot along outside like a good donkey.”
“Here’s your check, total was fourteen ninety-five.”
“Here’s a twenty, keep the change.”
“Thank you, again, ma’am.”
“No problem, I’m just sorry my date was so rude to you. I hope it doesn’t spoil your evening.”
“Quite the contrary, this is the most amusing thing I’ve seen in a long time. It made coming in worth it.”
“I’m glad you feel that way.” |
nifty | WARNING!!! This is a story about sex between consenting adult men. If you are too young, offended by such things, or it is illegal in your geopolitical region -- STOP NOW and close this file. Otherwise, read on and I hope you enjoy. (Note: even though my characters don't do so, these are fantasies, and in real life you must use protection and practice safe sex. Okay?)
Even Luckier
We were lying spoon-fashion on our left sides facing the window. It was already 7:00 pm. It was dark out, but the shades and curtains had been closed when I first got there. He had fallen asleep after our last round of love-making. His right arm was over my waist and his hand was held between mine against my chest. I could feel the rhythmic pattern of his warm breath as it struck the back and side of my neck and his knees were pulled up tightly behind mine. I could stay like this for days, I thought, knowing even then that I was going to have to get up in a little less than an hour and go home. A small tremor ran through my body as I recalled the fantastic intimacies we had shared over the past two hours. I could still feel the warm wetness between the bottom of my butt and his crotch that told the story of what we had done only a few minutes before.
I thought back over the past couple days..
It was Tuesday, and although I had decided to take the day off from work, my wife hadn't, so I was home alone (just as I wanted to be) and was sitting at the PC when his IM popped up on my screen. All it said was "Hi, Peter". I was parked in a m4m chat room (you know.in the room, but not 'talking') and this, of course, is what happens. I knew whoever it was must have already checked my profile to get my name (he didn't say "Hi, cnjshore" or such), so I immediately clicked to get his. It really didn't say much. His name is Hank, he's 49, divorced, works "in construction", and he also lives "at the shore". So I responded with my usual, "Hi, Hank..where at the shore?"
It finally turned out that he lives about 3 miles from me, and, because he is divorced, he has a place (not something most of us married men have). We IM'ed for about a half hour before he suggested we meet somewhere "neutral and public" (which is also one of my cardinal rules of the game). Agreeing on a supermarket parking lot about mid-way between us, I signed off and headed out to see what lay ahead.
My name is Peter, and, as I have said, I'm married.but I'm very much into m4m when it comes to my pleasures. Although I don't really care for the sexual side of a hetero marriage, I am able to perform my 'husbandly duties' and do like the other things that come with it -- especially my kids -- so I have no plans or desire to break that up. Because of these 'preferences', I live in a well-contained closet and only come out when things appear to be very safe. I'm 52 years old, still have all my hair -- with only a touch of gray -- and am told I'm not bad looking. At 5'10" and 190 pounds, I'm a bit heavier than I would like to be, but I carry it well and would not say that I am "fat". I just don't seem to be able to get to the gym as often as I used to, but I do get there once in a while and try to keep everything from sagging too much. But enough about me...
I was in the parking lot about ten minutes ahead of schedule, although not in the agreed on meeting spot, sitting there waiting and watching. About five minutes later, I saw a car of the make and color he said he would be driving pull in from the street and drive past me toward where we were to meet. I liked what I saw. He was just as he had described -- around six feet tall, medium to stocky build, short gray hair. and really nice arms. (I notice arms. There is something really sexy about nicely muscled arms.) They must be the result of his working "in construction". I hoped the rest of him was as well molded from such work. As he stopped in the 'meeting ground', I started my car and pulled over next to him -- aimed in the opposite direction so we would be driver-side to driver- side.
"Hank?" I questioned as I opened my window.
"Peter?" he replied.
"Well, it looks like this was not one of those 'aol no shows'.and I think from what I see that I just might be glad it wasn't."
"Why don't you pull around and get into my car with me," he suggested. "We can talk for a few minutes and then decide what to do. Okay?"
I didn't bother to reply -- just pulled around behind and then alongside him on the passenger side. One minute later I was sitting in the car with him and we were shaking hands like a couple of business associates. I guess it was 'automatic cover' on my part.
"I see you really are married," he said, looking down at my ring. "I used to do this when I was still married, but the stress of it damned near gave me a heart attack."
"You're right.it's not easy, is it? Is that why you got divorced?"
"No. We just couldn't live in the same house any more. I suppose it played a part, but she never knew.and still doesn't. I keep to my closet now just like before. I don't think most of my friends could handle my coming out. Luckily I don't have any kids, so that's not a worry to me."
"I do.and that's probably my greatest worry. I don't think they would handle it at all well. That's why I have to be so careful."
"So, you said you like 'just about anything that feels good'. I have to agree with that. .and you're a bottom, and I'm a top. Seems like a good match to me. You interested in trying it out?"
"Absolutely!" I replied enthusiastically. "I was beginning to worry that you weren't going to suggest that. Are we going to your place?"
"Sure. You want to ride with me, or follow in your car?"
"Well.. There really isn't any need for you to have to bring me back here, so maybe I should take mine and follow." As I finished, I started to open the door to get out. Before I could, however, his large right hand moved over and grabbed the top of my left thigh, then it extended over and down between the top of my legs.
Turning his hand upward, he cupped my basket and in a deep throaty voice said, "Don't fink out on me. I've got lots of plans on how to make our friend here feel good."
Returning the favor, I reached over with my left hand and slowly rubbed it up and down over the very attractive bulge in his jeans. ".and I have a feeling that I'm going to make something in here feel really good too. Now let's get out of here so we can!"
It took about five minutes until we pulled into the driveway of what I assumed was his house. The neighborhood was nice, middle-class, with well kept lawns and shrubs. As I got out of my car, I grabbed a black leather folder off the back seat to carry in with me. I have found that, if there are nosey neighbors (like one I have), it makes it look like there is some sort of business meeting (not monkey business) going on. Hank unlocked the front door and, as we both stepped inside, he turned and closed it.
I'm always a little uncomfortable at this point -- not really knowing just what to do. Is it going to be small talk first? Or do we just start undressing and go for it? Or???
Luckily, he took the initiative and asked, "Would you like a beer or soda?"
"A beer sounds nice," I answered as I moved further into the living room.
Pointing toward the sofa, he said, "Here. Have a seat. I'll be right back." Then he went through a door into what appeared to be a hallway, turned left, and disappeared. A couple seconds later I heard the sound of glass bumping against glass and assumed it to be a couple bottles of beer being taken out of the refrigerator. Right after that I heard a drawer being opened and the metallic rattling of someone rummaging around in it looking for something (an opener?). My theories were confirmed when I heard a succession of sounds that must have been the opening of a couple of beers and he came back into the room holding one out to me as he took a swig from another.
"Thanks," I said, looking up toward him and taking the cold beer out of his hand. As I took a sip, he sat down on the sofa next to me on my left.
"How much time do you have? You know... well.. I'd rather take this a little slow and not just strip down, biff, bam, thank-you-maam. Do you mind?"
"Not at all. I much prefer it that way myself. ..and I've got an hour or so before I have to be home. Think that's time enough? It's not too hurried, is it?"
"We'll just have to see -- won't we?" he smiled back at me.
As he spoke, he reached up with his right arm and put his hand behind my neck. I could feel the tickle as his fingertips began to slowly caress the back and around to the right side of my neck. He turned toward me and leaned forward as I felt the light pressure being applied to my neck and head to pull me over to him. I turned to him and our lips met. Lightly and feathery at first, but then his pull on my head increased and our mouths were tight against one another.
I reached over and around him with my right arm and pulled his body to mine. My hand was on his back and began to move slowly up and down, touching and feeling the strength of the muscles under his shirt. His left arm moved around me and began to mirror the caresses of my hand on his back. My teeth opened and his tongue drove its way into my mouth. It searched and probed as I wrapped and stroked it with my own tongue. I turned fully to face him and lifted my right knee over his legs until I was straddling him as we ground our faces together. I could now feel his stiffness lifting inside his jeans and pressing against the underside of my balls. I wiggled my ass to rub myself against his groin. He moaned lightly in pleasure.
Suddenly he lifted himself and turned. I found myself on my back on the sofa with him now on top of me and his legs between mine. He started to grind his crotch into mine. This time I moaned in response. I reached up between us and began to unbutton his shirt. He wasn't wearing any kind of undershirt, or tee, so I could feel the course bristles of the thick mat of brown and gray hair that covered his chest and extended all the way down into the top of his jeans. I pulled on his shirt and it came up and out from where it had been tucked in. Then I slid my hands under it and around to slide up and down the warm, firm skin of his back. I liked what I felt. I liked what his tongue was doing inside my mouth. I was starting to burn with the erotic heat of our mutual sensuality.
I ran both of my hands down his back and then under the waistline of his jeans. I could now feel the pair of hard, round buns that were hidden inside the blue denim. I could also feel a small amount of coarse hair scattered over them. Oooooooohhhh, yessssss! That's what I like!!!
Breaking the kiss and lifting himself up from me, his voice throaty and his breath a bit ragged, he whispered, "Let's go get more comfortable."
I knodded in agreement, almost afraid if I actually said something the magic would be lost. He stood and helped lift me off the sofa and, holding my left hand in his right, he led -- or pulled -- me down the hall and into the bedroom. It was a king-sized bed and the covers were all pulled down and ready. I was just coherent enough to think . he must have set this up before he came to meet me . I'm glad his effort wasn't wasted.
Letting go of my hand, he pulled his shirt off and began to unbutton his jeans. Following suit, I pulled my shirt up over my head, taking the tee-shirt under it along with it, and started to unbuckle and unzip my belt and slacks. It was almost like a race until we were both standing there in nothing but our shorts. What I could see now did look good all over. That was a damned fine 49-year-old man standing there. His job obviously kept him in good physical condition. The muscles were all there -- not from pumping iron, but from good old fashioned work. I just stood there staring -- and, I think, licking my lips in anticipation.
Still in his gray boxer briefs he lay back on the bed and held his arms up to me. His large, stiff tool lay proudly, pointing to the left above his thigh, prominent and clearly defined even under the layer of soft, gray cotton. A small, but growing, wet spot could be seen as a dark stain in the cloth by its tip end. As I leaned forward to him, my now raging, hard cock slipped out the open fly of my boxers and stood proudly in front of me.
Grabbing it suddenly with his left hand, he whispered, "Nice. Real nice."
"Thanks," I muttered back as I stretched out next to him, lying on my right side. He released his grip on my shaft and moved his hand down inside my shorts and cupped my baby makers.
"Those are nice too," he proclaimed.a little like a judge in a livestock show.
Enough is enough. Reaching over, I began to softly run my finger tips and hand over the pole in his shorts. I pulsed in response and the wet spot grew even larger. Not willing to wait any longer to see what was in there, I raised up and leaned over him as my left hand grabbed the elastic waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to expose the prize that lay beneath. .and what a prize it was!!! About seven inches of throbbing, jerking, rigid manhood rising from a pair of large egg-sized balls!! What was even better.only the tip of the glans with its smiling slit showed through the small opening in the end of the enshrouding foreskin. Oh, yes!! Foreskin!! That too is one of my favorite things!!
I grabbed it and pushed down, peeling the skin back slowly from the smooth, shining, bluish-pink head until it rolled over and behind the crown. I stopped and just looked at it for a few seconds. My excitement jumped another notch. Then I pulled the skin forward and watched it as the turtle neck returned to cover the perfectly sloped strawberry head. Just before it disappeared completely, I saw a small crystal drop escape the lips of the slit only to be trapped in the lips that were forming just beyond the tip.
Leaning forward a little more, I licked the droplet of his nectar from its container of warm skin. Then I thrust my tongue into and under that wonderful pouch and began to rasp the silky surface beneath, running it over, around, and under the delicious plum inside. This time he moaned more loudly and gasped, "Oh, yesss!!! Oh, yesss! That feels wonderful!" I echoed his moan in reply.
Opening my eyes, I turned to look up his torso toward his chin. I could see the full blanket of hair that began just above his pubes and ran up his midsection and over his chest. I dropped the throbbing pole and buried my nose and mouth into his pubic bush, savoring his heated man smells, then moved my face up, keeping my lips against him, into the valley between his nicely defined pecs. Moving my head to the side, I began to lick and nibble his left nipple. It responded and became hard and erect. I kept at it for another minute or so before I decided to move to the other side. By now he was rotating his hips and almost whimpering in anticipation of what lay ahead.
To do that, I rolled over almost onto him until my left knee was now on the outside of his right leg and the tip of my enflamed rod was brushing the underside of his delectable nutsack. As I put my mouth over his right nipple, I lowered and pushed with my hips to feel his crotch against the sensitive head of my lower parts. He moaned louder this time. Then I sat up, my back straight and reached down to grasp his incredibly sexy tool and pull it up to mine. Bottom side to bottom side, piss tube to piss tube, they pressed together in my hand.
Slowly I began to stroke them. I watched as his foreskin slid back to reveal the smooth head inside which glistened in the light from the lamp by the bed. Another, this time much larger, drop of his precum formed in the small opening at its tip. I used my left hand to spread it over the uncovered heads of both our cocks, entranced by its wonderful slickness and the feeling that it was something to be shared.
As I stroked, I could see the increased shine as more and more of his natural lube coated the enticing head and made it look more and more ready for the next stage. Pretty soon I couldn't hold back any more. Rising up on my knees, I moved forward slightly. Then I released the double-hold I had for the shared wank, letting my own pulsing rod rise up in front of me, but still holding onto the other magical wand. Moving it to point directly up into the space between the top of my legs, I settled myself down until I could feel its cool, wet tip nestled into the center of my brownish pink love hole. Then I let myself down a little further.
I hadn't had any real preparation for this, but there was so much desire in me that I didn't care, I just wanted to feel him inside me. There was pressure as his rubbery hard head pressed its way, stretching the tiny opening to gain entry. A moment of pain, then it was gone and I could feel the head was in. I lowered myself some more and felt the shaft begin to slide in through the tight ring of muscle and nerves. I stopped and waited a moment, then raised up a little, sliding back up the pole an inch or so and then lowered back down a little further. The vibrations in my lower regions were like electric bursts and shooting stars driving me to want more and more of him. Oh, how much I wanted to savor the feel of that incredible tool driving deep into me! Already I was anticipating the overwhelming rush that I knew would be there when it spewed its load of heavy man cream into my guts!
His hands were gripping my thighs just above my knees and he was rolling his head from side to side as the sensations were flooding from his chute-entrapped taproot into the rest of his body. I imagined that his senses were reeling just as mine, and his head was starting to fill with shooting stars and other signs of intense pleasure that I was enjoying. Yes, that was one wonderful root that joined us so intimately! I lowered myself further on that mighty stake until I felt his thighs against my buns and my balls were nested in his pubic patch. Then I just sat there for a minute.
After a short while, I felt Hank begin to move his hips under me, raising his butt off the mattress in an effort to drive himself further into my love tunnel.
I wriggled on him in response and felt his rod jerk and swell inside me. It was wonderful!! Slowly I began to rise and fall back onto him, feeling that hot meat riding in and out of my screaming hole. Time and again I felt the wave of intense pleasure as the wide crown of his throbbing manhood rode across the nut of my prostate. My whole bottom half was enveloped in wave after wave of the most wonderful sensations possible to be felt by a man.
My eyes were clamped shut as were my teeth and lips. My nostrils flared with each intake of breath and my head bobbed with exquisite pleasures as they rode the railway of my spine -- up from that center of my focused enjoyment until it exploded in mind-bending displays of flashing neurons inside my brain. I don't know what Nirvanah is, but I would have bet then that I was pretty near to it!
I leaned forward and slid my hands under his armpits until I could grab his shoulders. Then holding as tightly as I could, I rolled to my right and pulled him up and over until I was now on my back and he was held between my legs. "Ohhhhhh, yessssss!!! Now! Hank!!! Now!!! Fuck that ass!!! Pound that hole until we both explode!!! Make we want to scream 'uncle'! Fuck it, baby!! Fuck it!!!"
He didn't need any incentive. He just put his hands into the backs of my knees and pushed them forward until they were nearly past my head. Then, rasing halfway up on his knees, he started to pound that meat stake into my ass like a wildman!! He was grunting and panting and I was moaning and growling like a pair of snarling animals! He was on the ride to the stars!! .and I was his chariot. Faster and faster. Harder and harder he drove that joyous rod into me! I knew it wasn't going to last much longer. We were either going to have one hell of a climax -- or both drop dead in the process!!
My asshole was screaming for more. His cock was driving to go deeper and deeper. Somewhere it had to end!! .and then it did!!!!
"OOOOoohhhhhhh, myyyyyy goddddddddd!!!" he cried out! "Ooooooohhhhhh, myyyyyy godddddd.. it's gonna cum, baby. It's gonna cum!!!! Arrrnnnnnnggghhhhhhhhhh!!!" and he drove that incredible tool in to the hilt and froze!! I felt it jump and pulse. Then I felt the hot, molten lava of his ball juice begin to flood my insides!! It was beyond belief!! My ass was drinking his offering like a starving baby. I don't know what was happening for sure, but it felt like my chute was actually sucking the spooge out through that steel-hard pipe that was springing from between his legs. I could picture his balls contracting and forcing more and more of those wonderful, pearly-white ropes out and into my hungry maw.
We were both sailing somewhere up there beyond all normal feeling. Our concentration and focus was entirely on the few inches of our beings where the magnificent eruption was taking place. I wanted more and more. He gave me more and more. My head was spinning. My thoughts were reeling. I only knew I wanted more and more of him!!!! This was just too good to be true (the old refrain kept careening around in my otherwise incoherent mind)!!
Slowly it all began to subside. That's when I realized that I had dug my heels into his back and managed to raise my ass a good foot above the mattress to meet his thrusting piledriver. As I settled back down onto the bed he began to slowly gyrate his hips and stir the flood of jizm that was now forming lakes and ponds in my pink fuck tunnel. I responded by moving counter to his motions and moaning. I still couldn't talk. I just wanted it to go on and on.
Finally he stopped moving and just lowered himself completely onto me. I could feel the slickness of our combined sweat from the all exertion before. I also became aware of the stickiness surrounding my now deflating member. Somewhere in all that, I had blown my load and never even noticed. That must have been some fuck I was getting!!! Come to think of it..you bet your sweet ass it was!!! That was one helluva mean fuck!! Let me tell you that! That guy has more than just potential!! That is a guy that I want to keep around me for a while.
"Oooooooohhhhh, yesssssss!" he finally managed to get out between his teeth. "Oooooohhhh, yessss! That was one damn fine fuck, Peter. That is one damn fine ass you've got there!! I want to go again, but I don't think I'm going to be back in shape for another round until day-after-tomorrow after that one!!!! Whew! That was good! . You okay?"
"Mmmmmmmmm. More than just 'okay'," I managed to half-moan. "That was nothing less than fucking incredible!! Man. you can have this ass anytime you want it. 'Cept maybe right now we could rest a little. I think you're right about 'day- after-tomorrow'. That hole is gonna be leakin' for at least that long. How much did you pump into there? A quart? A gallon? Babe, you sure do know how to make a man feel really damned satisfied. That was wonderful! Oh, god, that feels sooooo good!! . Now just shut-up for a few minutes!"
I had my arms around his back and I hugged him to me as tightly as I could. I felt his warm breath as it finally began to slow and become regular against the left side of my neck. This was truly 'wonderful'.
Finally, we broke apart and he rolled to his right, my left, and lay there beside me. His left leg was still resting over my left knee and I could feel his shrunken, but still slightly firm, mancock against my thigh. I could have stayed just like that for hours, but I knew that I had to get up and go home before I had to answer questions I didn't want to have to think up the answers to.
"I have to go," I said. "I don't want to, but.. Well. you know.."
"Okay. I wish you didn't have to, but I do know where you're coming from," and with that he rolled off the bed and stood up. "Just a minute," he said, and he walked into what must have been a bathroom door across the room. When he stepped back out, he had two small wet towels. Tossing one to me, he began to use the other to clean himself. I followed suit and, getting up from the bed myself, managed to get most of the sticky mess off my stomach and out of my pubic hair.
Slipping into my clothes, I asked, "Can we do this again before too long?"
"As soon as you have some time," he answered.
"Well.. I may be able to 'work late' on Thursday -- that's two days from now. I'll say I'm working late, but really leave early and then stop by here. How does that sound?"
"Thursday should be fine," he said. "So. Thursday it is! God.I can hardly wait."
"Okay..see you Thursday," I said as I started to open the door. "Oh, wait a minute.let me get my folder. .and while we're at it, maybe you can give me your number so I can call to confirm or let you know if there's any problem on Thursday."
"Sure," he replied. I took his number and then went out the door. I had a big smile on my face all the way home!!!! . . . . . . . . . . .
So now it's Thursday. I told my wife I had to go to an unscheduled, late meeting called by our "asshole VP" and would be running about two hours late. Adding that to the one hour that I really left early and I had about three hours to spend with Hank. This was going to be a time to remember (as if the first episode hadn't been)!
I left the office and drove to Hank's house, pulled into the driveway, and walked up to the front door (with my black folder, of course). When I rang the bell, I heard his voice saying, "Hi, Peter, come on in. The door's unlocked." It took me a moment before I noticed the intercom speaker on the side of the door opposite the doorbell. "Okay," I replied as I opened the door and went in..
As I closed the door, I heard a voice coming from the hallway, "Lock the door and come on back." I did as I was bid -- turned and locked the front door, then headed off into the hall. "Down here," the voice, now recognizable as Hank's, directed. I followed the sound into the bedroom where we had gone on Tuesday, only this time, there were a number of candles burning on the dresser and end tables. The shades and curtains were again pulled tightly closed, and only the flickering candle light was illuminating the scene.
There was Hank, lying in the center of his large bed, with the bedsheet pulled up under his armpits and held tightly across his chest. You might have been able to see his muscular body outlined under the light cotton covering, but there was a rather attractive tent pole at the top of his legs, holding most of it up and away from him. "Hurry up! Get undressed and get in here!" he demanded. "I've been lying here for an hour waiting for you and I don't want to waste any more time!"
I did as I was told. I just stood there and shed my clothes until I was wearing nothing but my dark plaid boxers. Then I moved to the left side of the bed and slid in under the sheet. He immediately lifted the sheet enough for him to roll to his right and right up on top of me. Not wasting another second, he reached up, grabbed my head in both his hands, and his face and mouth onto mine. I could feel his rigid tool riding against my crotch, awakening my own sleeping member which was now rising in anticipation. Using his knees, he pried my legs apart and inserted them between mine. Then rising up on his knees, he grasped the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down to my thighs then lifting them straight up, pulling my legs into the air as the thin band of cloth that had been my boxers slip up my legs, off my feet, and then sailed through the air toward the door.
Before they could fall back down onto the mattress, he grabbed hold and lowered my legs onto his shoulders.then leaned forward and began to lick the back and bottom of my scrotum. Suddenly my right ball was sucked into the warm, wet recess of his mouth. I could feel the raspy top of his tongue as hit washed over the tightly drawn skin. I felt a tremor run through my whole body.
His hands came around and then ran up my stomach and the front of my thighs as I hung there on his shoulders with my butt against his chest. Slowly he started to back away on his knees, lowering me until my butt was on the bed, but still washing my ball sack with his tongue as he alternated taking one ball and then the other into his sweet mouth. I spread my legs, taking them off his shoulders and laid them down on the mattress on each side of his knees and calves.
As soon as I had done so, he lifted his head, grabbed my raging cock with his right hand, held it pointing straight up, and took the entire 6-and-a-half inches into his mouth. Then he began to turn, walking on his knees, his mouth rotating over my rod, but never losing its grip. When he stopped, his knees were on each side of my head and his beautiful, hooded trouser snake was flopping in the breeze right above my face.
I reached up, grabbed the shaft and pulled it down to where the shrouded head was just above my lips. My tongue snaked out and the tip slid into the pursed lips of his foreskin. I pulled more of the loose skin down and felt it envelop the end of my tongue. I began to wash his sensitive head inside the pouch that had formed. I felt the shaft pulse and then tasted the tiny drop of sweet-tart man nectar that must have rolled out. He lowered his hips and drove his stake into my mouth and right into the top of my throat. I managed to control the gag reflex and allowed him to slide it even deeper. I loved the feeling of that velvety soft skin stretched over the rock hard tissue inside it. I wrapped it with my tongue and could just feel the tube on its underside from which I was going to eventually get my reward of thick, creamy man milk. It was just a matter of when and how.
Suddenly my attention was pulled away from my mouth and what was in it, down to where another mouth had something of mine in it. Actually, it wasn't what was going on there that caught my attention, it was the feeling of something cold rubbing over the entrance to my love tunnel. I could feel his large finger sliding back and forth over the tightly closed opening. He must have had some kind of lube handy, because what I felt was definitely slick and sliding.and, ooooohhh, it felt soooo good! I spread my legs a little farther to open myself to what he was doing.
Taking that cue, the tip of his nicely large finger stopped directly on the brownish pink rosette and then plunged into the shutter-like opening. There was really no resistance and then I felt that incredible sensation of something having breached the doorway and now entering the hallway of pleasures. His finger went deep until it touched the edge of my hot spot and rode its way over the nut of my prostate. I raised my legs, bending them at the knees, to make myself even more accessible.
The finger began to move back out.then back in. Slowly it repeated the piston-like motion.. in .out . in . out. I closed my eyes trying to focus on both the magnificent piece of manmeat working its way in and out of my throat, and the long, full finger matching its movements in my other hole. Then I felt the stretching as a second finger joined the first, still matching the rhythm as he gently fucked his way in and out of my mouth. Another minute and a third finger had been added.and my man pussy was being opened wider for the large-scale invasion I knew would be coming before too much longer.
I was thrusting my ass into the air to meet each of the inward slides of his hand and fingers and was now moaning loudly around the fleshy stake that was occupying my mouth, tongue, and throat. Then he lifted himself up from above me, pulling his warm, juice-filled lollipop from my lips and shifted his position back to where his knees were between my thighs. Pulling my legs as far up to my chest as I could, I opened the more-than-ready, pulsing pink orifice to his next, expected move.
Before I could say "Fuck it, babe", he had aimed that shiny, bluish-pink spear head at its target and pushed his hips forward, sending it deep into my hungry man hole. I shouted out loud."OH, GOD, YESSSSS!!!"
The sensations as his massive ramrod broke through the doorway and filled the vestibule with its throbbing, pulsing, jerking body sent my brain reeling. I was overwhelmed by the incredibly wonderful feelings that enveloped my whole lower regions and sent electric sparks and currents flowing up my spine to explode in my brain!!! "Oh, god, yesssssss! Drive that baby home!! Oh! Yessssss, baby! Shove that pole up my ass and fuck it until my eyeballs start to rattle!!! Oooooohhhh! NNNnnnnggggggghhhhhhh!!! Oooooohhhh, yessssssssss! Oooooohhhh, babbbbbeeeeeeeey! Oh, that's so sweet! Ohhhh, yessssss!!!"
You can never believe how much I wanted him to shove that hot cock in to the hilt and then piston me until we both exploded!!!! That was all I could think of. "Fuck me senseless, baby. Give it to me!!! Make me want to squeal like a pig being skewered for the pit. c'mon, babe. Give me all you've got!! Give it to me, babe!!! Fuck me 'til I scream!!! OOOOOoohhhhh, godddddd, yessssssssssss!"
He hadn't said a word, but he was making all sorts of moans and grunts as he slammed his ass in between my legs and drove that piledriver into my ass!! It sounded like a steam locomotive gone wild!! You could hear the sound of flesh slapping on flesh as the front of his thighs slammed into the bottom of my ass cheeks. This was raw, crude, animal sex!!! It was wonderful!!! It was incredible!!! I just wanted more and more of his wild, slamming attack.
The wide-rimmed head was pushing and pulling and stretching and rubbing and driving me crazy on the inside!! I could feel every inch of it as it drove its way through the soft, pink tunnel deep in my guts. This was a fuck to remember. ".isn't that what I said Tuesday? Well. this one is even better!!!" I thought, amazed that I could even think a coherent thought.
Each time he lunged into me, I threw my ass up to meet his ravaging, brute force. My moan was now a high-pitched wail as he battered me more and more and more. His grunts were beginning to sound more like the trumpeting of a bull elephant in a stampede. Thank goodness he was in a separate house and not in an apartment! If it had been the latter, I'm sure the neighbors would have heard us and probably called the cops thinking someone was being murdered!!
I've made some noises in the past in lovemaking, but this was a new record!! And the sounds were arousing us both to even higher levels of excitement as we joined in such incredible mutual forces. He pounded. I lifted and twisted. He slammed. I fought to pull him deeper. His hands were now under my shoulders and mine were digging into the wonderfully formed muscles of his back. My feet were high in the air, turned heel-to-heel, kicking and waving wildly. I was getting the fuck of a lifetime!!! How much longer could we both -- or either -- last!?!
Then he shouted, "I'M CUMMMINGGGGGG!!!!" He slammed himself into me almost splitting me in two, pulled his hands out from under me, lifted himself up onto his knees and grabbed me at the tops of my thighs, and then I felt his explode inside me!!!!! "Aaaarrrnnnnnnggggghhhhhhhh!" was the only sound I heard as sweat poured off his face and dripped onto my upraised stomach. I could feel the volumes of heavy, white, creamy jizm as it shot . round after round . deep into my entrails. As it did, I felt my own red-hot, swollen tipped, hammer convulse and spew its contents onto my chest and face.
Each time my cock jerked and spit, I felt my sphincter tighten around the hard, cream-filled tube imbedded in it. Then it would jerk and swell and loose another mighty round of baby batter into me. I wanted it to go on forever!!! Nothing could ever be the same after that!! How do you top perfection!?! Ooohhhhhh. What perfection!!! That just what it was. perfection!
Then he, just like last time, simply ran out of starch and flopped down on top of me -- his marvelous joy-giver still where it had been, although it was starting to soften and shrink. I could feel our combined sweat running down my sides to soak into the sheet and mattress below me. The glow as wonderful! I ran my hands up and down his perspiration slicked back. I could feel the strain-hardened muscles as they relaxed and softened under my hands. This was beyond marvelous!! It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
BANG! BANG! RING! RING! My warning bells all began to go off at once. "Be careful, Peter," they were saying. "Don't confuse good sex with love. Don't go stepping into your 'worst nightmare'. Keep it level. This is not going to go any further. You can't . you won't let it. " I knew right then that this would have to be the last time I saw Hank. I couldn't let it become an emotional attachment -- not and maintain any semblance of reasonable thought. I couldn't let it become a risk to my 'other life' (my marriage, my kids, .). .but I also wasn't going to jump up and run . not quite yet. I was going to let it last as long as possible and have something beautiful to remember.
We lay like that -- him on top of me -- for about five or ten minutes before he lifted his head and, inching upward, kissed me softly yet passionately. As we kissed, I felt his soft manhood begin to rise between us. It had been completely deflated and slipped out of me as he moved to kiss me, yet now it was starting to raise its head acknowledging the erotic passion that began to flow into both of us from our lips.
Our tongues met and began to do battle between our mouths and our bodies began to move in rhythm against each other, once again starting our engines of lust and power. "MMMmmmmmmmm," he hummed against my lips. "MMMmmmmmmmmmmmm," I responded and ground my lips against his, twisting my head to rub and magnify the feelings of his lips against mine. I could feel my own joyrod start to thicken and press upward into his abdomen. The load of jizm I had released earlier was slick between us and we were able to slide back and forth on and under each other. I could feel the head of his again rampant cock as it slid in and out of its sheat between us, its smooth velvety surface pushing into then over my navel.
"Roll over," he whispered. He lifted himself up off me on his hands and toes and I did as instructed, turning under him onto my stomach and presenting my back and backside to him. He moved his knees inside mine and I spread my legs to give him entry. I could feel the rubbery head of his now very rigid staff as it poked and prodded into my crack, searching for the little, warm spot that marked the entryway back into my again hungry fuck chute.
As it came on target, I lifted my ass to meet him and felt the head slip through the somewhat loose sphincter. Slowly he lowered himself all the way onto and into me. It was nothing as incredibly exciting as before, but it still felt wonderful!!
Slowly he fucked my ass, working his eight inches in and out.far out, keeping just the head inside.then all the way back in. Slow and deep this time. I could feel my body head rising and knew he could feel it with his deep gauge thermometer. Little by little his pace began to increase and his breathing became more labored and ragged. In..Out..In..Out.stopping every once in a while to gyrate his ass and stir my insides with his hot, skin covered spoon. Faster and faster he began to drill into me. I was bouncing on the mattress, lifting and shoving my ass back to him on each of his thrusts so that we were both being ridden in our own way.
Suddenly he grabbed under me just at the top of my thighs and lifted my ass into the air. At the same time he raised up on his knees and holding tightly he began to slam into me with the fierceness I recognized as a man about to fire a massive load of hot, pearly-white ropes of cum into my ass!!! And fire he did!!! I felt it as cup after cup of his juicy fluid was added to the quarts that were already inside me. I was amazed at how much he could shoot so soon after that previous world-record-holder!! I just lay there, my face in the pillow and my ass in the air as he filled me with his wonderful hot batter.
When he stopped pounding and stirring, I slowly slid my knees down and allowed him to fall onto my back and lie there, his once again softening member still gripped tightly and held inside me by my voluntarily contracted sphincter. I just wanted to keep feeling him inside me.
Slowly he pulled me onto my side so that we were lying there spoon-fashioned. As his breathing became more regular, it also became more deep, and I knew that he was now sleeping. ... and that's how I got here. It was a wonderful two days with him, but this was going to be the end. I still didn't know exactly how I was going to do it, but I knew I had to .. And that I would before I left tonight. .but for then next half-hour, I was going to just enjoy feeling him behind me and the strength in his arm around me. I would miss it terribly..and maybe sometime in the future I would see if he still wanted to see me again -- but on a one-time or once-in-a-great-while basis only. I can't love you Hank, as much as I wish I could...
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nifty | Original fiction.If you don't like it stop reading it. I went into the shop on my way home from work on a whim. I was going to suprise my husband with some new lingerie. My husband usually bought my lingerie, I don't see the point to it, no sooner have I put in on when he immediately begins to remove it again. It was a small shop, narrow but it stretched back along way from the doorway. I was the only customer in the place, it was getting close to closing time. I was only still in the downtown area as I had been kept late at work because of a meeting. I don't even know why I had been told to attend the meeting it had nothing to do with my department. Most of the stuff I found very boring. My mind was constantly wandering. Maybe that was why I had decided to buy some lingerie on the way home. I had been doing a lot of thinking about my husband. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, caressing my breasts, sliding down between my legs. I loved the feel as his tongue gently flicked across my clit. I didn't like him sticking his tongue inside me. So when he went down on me he would usually trace his tongue lightly around my labia occasionally brushing my clit. Then he would begin to focus more on my clit, flitting his tongue across it. Teasing me. As I begin to moan in pleasure he increases the pressure. I need more, I press his head down into my crotch. He spreads my legs with his powerful hands, holding me open to his tongue. As he increases the pressure on my clit I feel the wave of my orgasm building. Sliding his hands under my buttocks he pulls me up against his tongue. The extra pressure sends me over the edge, I moan loudly. I feel the pressure of my husband's tongue let up, but he licks faster prolonging my orgasm. With thoughts like these it you can see why it had been hard to concentrate during the meeting. At one point in the meeting I pulled my chair in closer to the table. This was so I could slip my hand down to my crotch without anybody noticing. My skirt, cut just a little above the knee, had a slit at the front which made my job easier. I traced my finger lightly over my silk underwear up and down my pussy lips. My panties are wet. I push the silk material down into my cleft as I increase the pressure on my clit. I want to get off, but I don't think I could do it quietly. I will myself to stop. It's difficult. I find my mind and hands keep drifting back to my crotch throughout the meeting. The sales assistant appears from behind a curtain at the back of the shop and walks up to the small display counter with the cash register on top. "Hi, I'm Nicky, is there anything I can help you with?". She's cute, mid-twenties, with short bobbed blonde hair. I walk up to the counter. It has a glass see through top, the lower shelves are mirrors with silk panties displayed on them. "I just came in to browse" I say. I look down into the display case, there is a bright red pair of panties, my husband likes me to wear red. I notice that I can look up under Nicky's short cotton dress because of the mirrored shelf. She is wearing a red pair of panties, only they look skimpier that the ones in the display case. There is a small triangle of red silk fabric stretched tightly over her pussy. I bend over to get a closer look, "I like the red ones, are they pure silk?". "One hundred percent. Don't you love the feel of pure silk against your skin? Would you like to try them on?". "I'll just browse for a few minutes" I say. I'm still bent over looking up Nicky's dress. She can't be sure where I'm looking, but she knows that what she is showing. I pretend to look at the other things in the display case by moving my head, but my eyes remain fixed on the tight triangle of red. Nicky shifts around behind the counter. She turns and I can see a thin red thong running up between her rounded buttocks. Her skin is wonderfully smooth, her ass looks firm. She bends down slightly, pushing her buttocks towards me. Nicky's putting on a show. "I have to go and rearrange some of the displays. When you would like to try something, let me know." With that Nicky walks from behind the counter into the main body of the store. The show's over. On the left wall there are a series of shelves with half mannequins on the very top. These are the ones Nicky decides to rearrange. Using a small ladder she climbs up to redress one of the mannequins. As she climbs I get and even better view of her firm ass. I walk over to where she is working. Nicky's putting on a display I don't want to miss. I want to get a closer look at her gorgeous ass, I try not to be too obvious but she knows what I came over to look at. I'm standing at the foot of the ladder pretending to look at items on the shelf. Nicky's buttocks are about eighteen inches diagonally up to my left. Her legs are just as firm as her buttocks, both of which are lightly tanned, no lines. "While you're there do you mind passing me those white lace panties from the shelf right in front of you?" She's looking down at me, she can see where I've been looking. A little flustered I reach for the panties. They're very soft, flimsy. As I pass them up to her. my eyes follow her legs up under her dress. Nicky's turned slightly towards me, I catch a glimpse of the small red triangle covering her pussy. As I look up Nicky is smiling down at me. "Nice aren't they? The red ones, I mean" "Very attractive" I say. My pussy is getting wet again. I want to reach down and rub it as I did in the meeting. Nicky turns back to finish her work on the mannequin. With one last glance up her skirt I wander off to look for a pair of panties like the ones Nicky has on. If they have this effect on me they will work wonders for my husband.
As I walk to the wall opposite Nicky I slip my hand in through the slit in my skirt and give my pussy a rub. I'm dying to get off. The wet silk clings to my slit. I give my clit a few gentle strokes. I glance over my shoulder, Nicky is still working up on the ladder. Although now I'm too far away to get a good look up her skirt. I turn back to the display case in front of me My clit wants to be stroked again. I can't do it here. My hand goes down, I press my skirt up against my crotch. The pressure feels good against my pussy. "Would you like to try these on" says Nicky. I hadn't noticed her come over. As I turn to her I see she is holding out a pair of red thong panties like the ones she is wearing. Automatically I reach for them. I hadn't told her I wanted to try them on. My hand feels the soft silk of the panties, they're warm, there's no tag on them. I hold the silk up my cheek it's soft, smooth. The panties still smell warm, they smell of Nicky. "Shall we see if they fit?" I nod. Nicky takes the panties from my hand, kneels in front of me. Her hands reach up under my skirt and begin to pull my panties down. "No, what if someone comes in." "The doors locked and I've closed the shutters" Nicky says as she smiles up at me. "I thought you might need a little more personal attention in picking something out. I thought it best if we weren't interrupted. Its pretty much closing time anyway." Nicky pulls my panties down. As I step out of them Nicky lifts them up to her face. She rubs them against her face. "These are good quality" she says. "They smell good too." I'm sure she noticed the wet patch, but she made no comment. "Why don't we take your skirt off, that way we'll be able to see how these panties really fit you." With that Nicky unfastens my business skirt and lets it fall to the floor. Except for my shoes I'm naked from the waist down, with a cute blond kneeling at my feet, my wet panties in her hand. I'm glad I decided to buy something for my husband. Nicky holds out the red panties for me to step into. She slides them slowly up my legs. She's caressing my legs. Although they aren't as firm as hers I'm in pretty good shape. She pulls the waist band up over my hips. The thong settles in the cleft between my buttocks. A few of my pubic hairs are sticking out even though I keep my bush neatly trimmed. Nicky's fingers reach behind the silk touching my bush as she spreads the fabric. My hairs disappear. Then she pushes the fabric against me smoothing it out. She slides her hands between my legs pulling the thong up between my buttocks. Her hands sliding over the silk feels wonderful. "How do those feel?" she says as she gets to her feet. "Sexy" I say. Nicky reaches down with her hand smoothing out the panties. She uses slightly more pressure this time. One of her fingers pushes the material into my cleft, brushing my clit. I'm wetting these panties too. "That does feel sexy doesn't it." She says. "Go see how they look in that mirror while I go and get a few more things for you to try on." I turn to the mirror. The panties look pretty good on me. As I said before I'm in good shape. I look a little silly though, standing in my shoes, red thong panties and my business shirt. I slip my shoes off and begin to undo my shirt. By the time Nicky gets back I only have a bra and panties on. I look pretty good in the mirror. My breasts are firm and don't need a lot of support. The lacy bra I'm wearing is all I need. Lace makes me feel sexy. Occasionally I'll undo an extra button while I'm at work. I like to tease some of the men who come to my office with an eyeful of my firm breasts nestled in flimsy lace. It's fun to see them maneuver around as they try to get a second look. Nicky is standing behind me looking in the mirror. "You look great. Try this bra on, I think it's the right size." The bra she's holding is white lace, underwired, there's also less fabric than the one I'm already wearing. "This will make you even more eye catching" she says. She places the clothes she's brought on the chair next to the mirror. Sliding her arms around me from behind she releases my breasts from the "front loader" as my husband likes bras with a clasp at the front. "You're firm" Nicky says as she cradles by breasts. My nipples begin to harden. I can feel Nicky's breasts pressing against my back. Her soft hands feel totally different than my husbands rough hands. Warm, caressing my breasts, brushing my nipples lightly. Different is good. "Why don't I try that bra on a little later. I'd like to feel something a little softer." I like my breasts being free. Nicky slides her hands down over my stomach, pressing her breasts harder against my back. She's looking into my eyes in the mirror as her hands smooth out my panties again. First she spreads the fabric out the fabric over my pussy. Then she reaches her right hand down between my legs, slowly bringing it back up, one finger applying more pressure between my lips, tracing upwards over my clit. I close my eyes and let out a slight moan. Nicky presses down between my legs again, harder this time, than lightly brings her finger back up. Her left hand reaches up to cradle my right breast, pulling my body back against her breasts. I reach back, slide my hands up her legs, going up under her dress until I have her firm round buttocks in my hands. I pull her crotch tight up against my bare buttocks. I open my eyes, Nicky is smiling at me in the mirror.
Nicky releases me and takes a soft cotton night shirt she had brought over off the chair. She spreads it on the ground at her feet. Next she pulls her cotton dress off over her head and spreads this on the floor. She has no bra on. She doesn't need one. Her breasts are smaller than mine and firmer, pert. On top of the clothes on the floor, Nicky spreads a couple of silk camisoles. Taking my hand she draws me down to the floor. I lie back on the silk. Nicky leans over me lowering her mouth to my right nipple, the more sensitive one. She flicks it lightly with her tongue. Her left hand traces it way down my abdomen. She slides it under the panties. I'm very wet. Her finger slides easily into my slit. Down it slides between my legs. I spread my legs and push up against her hand. Her finger slick from my juices comes to rest against my puckered asshole. My husband's never done this. It feels good, Nicky just applies gentle pressure, then her hand moves back up between my lips. As it grazes my clit I let out another moan of pleasure, louder this time. Nicky's head moves from my breast. I can feel her warm breath moving down my belly. Pulling the panty fabric to one side her hands are caressing my pussy. Pushing her fingers down into my cleft. Teasing my clit. She doesn't try to penetrate me, I'm glad, that would be a distraction. She spreads my legs further, her tongue brushes my clit. A jolt passes through me. Again her tongue passes over my clit, down between my legs. As she brings her head back up she covers my clit with her mouth, lightly sucking on it. After only a few seconds I come. I've needed that all afternoon. Nicky lies down next to me her head resting on my leg. She smiles up at me then begins to lightly run her fingers over my pussy lips, occasionally brushing my clit. I'm very sensitive down there, even the lightest touch sends shivers through me. Turning on my side towards her I rest my head on her leg. I can see moisture on her blond pussy hairs. Her clit is moist and protruding. I spread her pussy lips revealing her tantalizing moist coral colored inner flesh. I lick my finger and run it up her slit, teasing. She spreads her legs wider. I move my head towards her pussy. My tongue flits rapidly, yet lightly across her clit. Nicky moans loudly. Her fingers press between my legs. She's close to coming. I lighten the pressure on her clit, teasing her. Her hand moves to the back of my head, she wants more pressure. I resist, teasing her lightly. Her moaning gets louder. She is about to go over the edge. I can feel her tongue on my clit again, pressing, insistent. My mouth engulfs her clit. I increase the pressure. Her hand presses me on. Her pussy presses against my face. I feel her body shudder as she comes. As I feel the pressure on the back of my head lessen, Nicky moves her hands to my bottom pulling my pussy tightly against her mouth. I come again. Needless to say I bought the red panties. My husband was very pleased with them. He was surprised that I had bought them. "Not like you" he said. I told him not to be surprised if I bought some more. |
nifty | "We all go through it" Chad said as he pulled on his jockstrap. "And we both know you can do it" he smiled.
The cock he placed in the pouch had been in Jimmy's mouth as his own mouth had savored Jimmy's. They were roommates this year and quickly found out they could have fun together.
"Yea, I guess" Jimmy said
"But you never know who's you know....."
"I'll know when it's you" he said.
Chad chuckled, "ok but other then me. Besides we never uh did the other thing. Good thing we're both bi"
Jimmy smiled. "Quite a coincidence, of course lots of guys in college are bisexual or experimenting I guess" he said.
The group met weekly. Chad said he had been a member since freshman year. "It helps with dating you know, none of these girls want full on sex, they just want to flirt, fumble and fantasize about getting married" he had said that night Jimmy came into their dorm room, finding him sitting at the computer naked, jacking his cock.
"Come on give a guy a hand" he said. Jimmy didn't know if the guy was joking or not that night.
"Seriously dude, we can you know take the edge off each other" Chad turned as Jimmy was undressing to go shower.
Jimmy, wrapped a towel around his hips and tempted wasn't sure if he should do what he had thought about doing since meeting Chad.
"Hell man the computer says we're compatible enough to match up as roomies" Chad reached and Jimmy didn't move away.
"I still don't know" Jimmy said.
"Yes you do, let's go"
The walk across the chilly campus made Jimmy shiver or perhaps he worried about what was going to happen that night.
He stripped to his underwear in the basement of the house they had entered. "How uh many?"
Chad also stripped to his jockstrap assured him "Whoever gets the slips of paper. We never know" he said
He blindfolded his roommate and led him into the next room which was crowded with their underwear clad schoolmates.
"Kneel" Chad said to him and Jimmy knelt as another voice read the rules to him.
"We promise to meet weekly, we all take slips from the bowl that says whose turn it is and who gets to use him" the voice said. "Those that do not must leave"
Chad whispered to him "yea and they go somewhere to fuck each other probably" he laughed. "Here" he said pulling Jimmy's underwear off.
"Presenting" Chad said "a new member who voluntarily take the turn tonight as a pledge of secrecy and willingness"
"So be it" the other voice said
Jimmy heard a shuffling of movement around him and whispers as those in the room took slips of paper from the bowl.
"What's written on them?" he had asked Chad after they had drained each other one night.
"Oh just whether they get to stay or go, sometimes it's everyone sometimes only a few. But I suspect everyone will stay for a new member" he said wiping his dripping cock on Jimmy's lips.
"Just relax" Chad whispered "it's not everyone but..."
Jimmy nodded and felt a hand moving between his buttocks across his butthole. He'd be fucked in the ass and mouth, he'd be cum on, he'd have to give handjobs too and maybe pissed on by the group when everyone was done. Chad had recounted stories of past meetings.
"hey whatever we talk about or do the rest of the time is cool, but what we do during the meetings is totally secret, understand?" Chad had said "So you're cool with that?"
Jimmy knew that Chad had probably broken whatever oath he took in the private club as he called it.
"Sure sure, roomies promise" Jimmy said. Indeed they had their own secrets. And Jimmy had one or two of his own including the hope that sometime Chad would climb on top of him while he slept and push the cock he knew well, deep inside him
The first cock wasn't Chad's. In fact Jimmy wasn't sure that night if Chad's cock had used him or not. There were whispers, moaning and groans, we plops as sperm landed on his body.
He savored strange cocks in his mouth and discovered the joy of being buttfucked at the same time. Again and again he pleasured the unseen members of this new club he had decided to join.
Hands then moved him to the floor where he lay as even more sounds of masturbation could be heard and the fruits of the handmilked cocks landed on his face, belly, chest, legs..everywhere.
He'd see the picture later of himself covered with cum. "Don't worry, there's only one copy" Chad said showing him the one of him taken years ago. "Disgusting huh?" he was smiling.
The washing came as the final step. All members were there, he knew, since he was a new member. The warm water washed the cum from his face and body. The aroma filled the room.
And he belonged. Jimmy was already looking forward to the next meeting.
"Man you smell awful" Chad said as they put on their clothes after the group had shaken his hand, patted his ass and shoulders welcoming him.
He recognized some of them, others were new faces. But all were now special brethern now. Nobody would tell. It was their secret.
"Come on, I didn't get to do what I wanted to" Chad said as he patted Jimmy's clothed butt "But I will tonight, you owe me".
Jimmy's jaw was sore, his asshole was sore too, his muscles ached. But Chads words and ass pat envigorated him. He wanted to say "finally" but instead Jimmy agreed "Yea after tonight I owe you what you want"
Chad patted again "about time" he said and they left the basement laughing. |
FSE | Title: From Our Eyes Chapter 4 My Attempt to Freedom by Sada of the Dawn
Tags: Dragon, Human, No-Yiff, Non-Anthro
"Breakfast!" the cell keeper called, throwing a piece of rotting meat in my cell.
I stared at the disgusting scrap of meat, and spit a blast of fire to get rid of the smell in my evil hell hole. I laid my head on top of my claws and sighed, sadly. I've been in this hell hole for three months, it feels longer though. I wonder if Syor is alright? I looked at an old skeleton and thought of the possibilities of what could have happen. Syor could have died by those creatures. They could have hanged her, slit her throat, burned her alive, they could have tortured her. I shook my head and put my claws over my eyes. I have to think about the good things. Syor could be at home waiting for me, she could still be alive. I just pray to Quinmeartha she's alright.
The sound of metal opening rung through out the cell, I listened as the keeper jingled the keys against my cell door and open it slowly. A boy with midnight black hair to his back with bangs the color of blood. His eyes were different from his people, one was topaz and the other was sapphire, both holding gentleness that was strangely comforting. Who was this elf though? I growled, telling him to go away like all the other visitors.
"Now that isn't the way to treat someone who is trying to help you, Memory." He said with a smug smirk on his face.
"How do you know my name you heartless creature!?" I growled.
The man chuckled and walked closer to me. I tried to move, but the chains kept me down.
"That human you protect ever so loyalty is very trusting. I'm sorry I couldn't stay and protect her for you." He said and bowed. "I'm Xalphor, 2nd in command of the army you fought."
"You're that elf that tried to help Syor."
"Bingo! Ding, ding, ding! We have a winner!" he laughed standing back up.
I looked at him, my dragon brow raised at his sudden outburst. He was a strange one, that was for sure.
"So, why are you here elf?" I question, trying to relax myself.
"My name is Xalphor and as I said before, I'm here to help you." He said, checking to see what the guard was doing.
The guard gave a loud cough still looking around, obviously not listening to the conversation. I stared at the elf for a few seconds than snorted, putting my head back on my claws.
"Why should I trust you? I may be grateful you saved Lady Syor, but I still don't trust your kind." I snapped, now ignoring him.
"Look here you stubborn dragon! I may not be your precious Lady Syor but I still want to help you. I don't approve of my people doing this to others and seeing creatures like you suffer. I'm going to help you like it or not." Xalphor said, loud enough for me to hear, but quiet enough not to let the guard hear.
"I'll believe it, when I see it." I muttered, closing my eyes.
He snorted and left the cell, to leave me alone in my solitude yet again. I sighed. Could that elf really help me escape from here? The day soon ended and I still laid in my cell thinking about the possibilities of escaping with my life. The guards stood watch at every corner of the castle and not one missed a person who passed by. No light was in my cell, it was all pitch black. Not even the moon shone into my cell to give me hope of escaping. Darkness welcomed me with open arms. The sound of clanking metal caught my attention as a guard left his post to check out the noise.
"Xalphor, sir? What are you doing here in this time of day?" He asked.
I continued to listen also wondering why the elf returned. A weak cough escaped from the guard's throat before more silence filled the cell. I snorted. I knew that elf couldn't be trusted. I heard keys jangle against the door and it squeaked open. Footsteps closed in on me. I looked up to see a dark, familiar face.
"Told you, I'd help." He said, smirking and dangling the keys to my chains. "Now let's get out."
He began to remove the chains from my legs and body. I watched his every move as he lifted the chains off.
"Why are you helping me? You'll be rejected by your own people." I muttered.
"I've always been rejected. I was never like them. I could never take a life for the joy of killing. My people may be one with nature but they'll never be able to control nature."
I heard another pair of foot steps walk in on us and Xalphor quickly turned to them.
"I knew you'd disappoint us. You always do." The man said, holding his eagle like helmet at his side.
He wore blood red armor and seemed to have many experiences in the way of the sword. The man drew his sword, holding no emotion in his eyes. Xalphor stood up and stared at the man.
"Come now son, you wouldn't want to disappoint me and your mother now?" The man said walking closer and dragging his sword across the ground.
"I could never impress you father and mother never acknowledges my existence. Ya'll never cared about me." Xalphor snapped.
"Die than!" His father yelled and charged.
I stepped in front of the two NightElfs and roared at Xalphor's father. He stopped dead in his tracks, looking at me as if he was studying my next move. He was trying to read me. I snorted, flames shooting out of my nostrils.
"It seems you have befriended that beast. Hn...you'll got to hell for helping out one of these servants of the devil."
"I'm not a servant of the devil you godforsaken monster! What makes you think all these pointless killings are the way that nature wants it?!" I roared, trying to hold myself back from attacking the NightElf before me.
"It is the will of god that drives my people! It is god's wish for every single one of my people to purify this land he created for us. To send those, that have defied the laws he created, to the place where they rightfully belong!" He yelled. "I am the right hand man of god and I will do as god wishes, for I am the lord and savior's servant!"
"How can you believe in such foolishness?! How is this the will of good!? What makes you think god wants all this blood spilled in his name!?" I snapped.
"You'll never understand, foul beast. You are a servant of hell and will always will be."
"If this is really the will of god than never count on me to be a follower of him or any other higher power. I shall find my own way through life rather than relying on a higher power."
"Hn...Than burn in hell!"
Xalphor's father charged at me, fire burning in his eyes. I got in position to burn the foul creature to a crisp. I took in a deep breath and blew, but before I knew it, Xalphor stood in front of the green flames his sword sucking in its power. He stood there now with a sword shrouded in green flames. His and his father's sword clashed and now the fight was of pure strength.
"You will die with you hell driven pet, Xalphor!" His father yelled.
"I will show you father, that there is more to life than god." Xalphor said and pushed hard against his sword.
His father flinched from the intensity of the flames and was left to bind to his knee. Xalphor finally pushed with all his strength, knocking his father back and slicing through his armor. The fire dispersed from the sword making it shined more of blood red than it ever did. He stared at his father's knocked out body, knowing he wasn't dead. He put his sword back in his sheath and looked back at me.
"Get out of here, Memory. I must pay for my crimes." He said as if he was about ready to break down. "Tell your Lady Syor that I will meet her again some day."
I chuckled and shook my head, grabbing a hold of the elf and placing him upon my back.
"Tell her yourself." I said and took flight, breaking through my once stone cell.
Xalphor held on for dear life not thinking twice of letting go. The people below began to scatter, scared that there was no order in their once peaceful home. Xalphor stared down at his people and sighed. He began to mess with the bracelet on his left wrist and quickly looked away.
"Look, I know you don't want to leave but sooner or later you were going to have to. I knew I would never be by Syor's side, but I promised her I'd return. Maybe one day you can return to your people and make a change for the better than what your father is doing." I said trying to comfort him.
"I guess so...Thank you, Memory, I shall pay your kindness back some how." Xalphor said, actually putting on a smile.
Hopefully I can learn from this being, probably we can become...friends. But one thing is for sure I must learn of another way than flying every where. Sooner or later someone will strike us while we sleep. I must learn a new ability. |
FSE | Title: I Spy Something Growing by Komatose
Tags: Anal, College, Cum, Draft Horse, Gay, Horse, M/M, Muscle, Muscle Growth, Muscles, Otter, Percheron, semen
Disclaimer: This is a fictional, adult-orientated furry story and is not appropriate for readers under the age of 18. The following story contains matter of M/M sexual encounters. If you do not like M/M, furry, or any kind of sex, do not read this. I do not own the rights for brand names used in the story, but the characters, town names, and story titles belong to me and me only.
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I Spy Something Growing
By Komatose © 2011
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"...What do you mean...I am PREGNANT?!" Liam screamed as the otter slammed his webbed paws balled into fists on the stained sheets of the bed. His little body was trembling as he looked down to see the swollen belly he had been given from having sex with the hulking draft stallion the night before. Brad just calmly strolled over to his dresser to begin putting some clothes on, since he was still nude from exiting the shower.
"I know, Liam...It is really hard to explain, but..." He sighed as he reached in to pluck out a nice sky blue jockstrap to cover his low dangling balls and impressive leathery sheath. He took a deep breath as he dropped the jock to the floor and slowly stepped into it with those massive, heavy hooves.
"It all started the night you saw me in the shower...girlfriend broke up with me, said she was sick of how I look at other girls...guys...jealous bitch. She had nice tits, no brain, and dramatic as Hell..."
He said as he tucked his endowment into the nice cup of his jock, turning around to show Liam his asscheeks as he looked for a pair of pants to slip over them, the otter, rolling his eyes to the story.
"And?..." He added impatiently, the horse continuing. "Well, I kinda liked havin' sex with her, so I got real desperate, felt kinda buzzed since I was drinkin' that, night, jacked off in the shower. I knew you were there and watching me, by the way." He said with a snort as he chose a nice pair of snug shorts. Liam blushed furiously and balled his fists again, damn it! He did know!
He sighed and shook his head. "Why is your dorm a mess and why did you take advantage of me?" Brad sighed back to him, so many questions! One at a time, please. "Well, I kinda got into a rut, just stopped carin' about keepin' the place clean for a few days...but I was hopin' you would call soon, I was so damn horny, waitin' for you to take a load, which that was a three day load, by the way." left like he was listening to a girl, if the otter wanted love, he should not have come over to see a horny stud stallion.
"Sorry 'bout that, I was really buzzed and horny as hell, kinda sure you wanted sex since, you know the whole shower room thing." He said getting the silky loose shorts around his swollen thighs and going for a tank top now, it was summer, and getting pretty hot after all.
Liam just shook his head and rubbed his temples, groaning while wondering how this explained his unborn child he was about to have. "Yeah, thanks a lot for that, Brad. Now, I want to know...WHY am I pregnant, and HOW?" He stated with clear emphasis on the words to make himself seem really impatient to the horse.
Brad finally slipped the tank top over his huge body, still showing off plenty of equine beef. "That is somethin' I still can't explain...But...You aren't pregnant, Liam, it just really looks like it. Heh, wanted to, y'know, make light of the whole thing."
Liam's jaw dropped as he felt relieved, but still dumbfounded. He was not pregnant, but this swollen, fat looking balloon in his belly...what was it and why was it still there? "Well, that is the best news you can give me, Brad. But do you want to explain THIS?" He said placing his paws on his belly and slapping it, making it jiggle as he still lay nude on the bed they slept in, the sheets covering himself up around the crotch. Brad slowly stepped over, curious himself as to why the otter was still so bulged out.
"Well, you should go into the bathroom and try to...y'know...push it out? Get a shower too, heh...We really made a big mess last night." He said feeling a bit proud, but Liam was far from that. "Fine...I will do that, but don't run off on me!" He said as he groaned, feeling pregnant as the seed still inside from last night sloshed around noisily, making the horse bite his lower lip...knowing he did that made him pretty horny all over again as he would not mind adding to what was in there. But still...he knew something about his own seed, it was...different from other horses semen. It was like super-seed, loaded with protein and raw equine power, perfect for creating colts, many of them.
Liam sighed as he gazed into the mirror in the messy bathroom...it was clear a male lived here. Body sprays, deodorant, soap, bodybuilding supplements on an unorganized shelf...He got curious and reached over to an unlabeled bottle containing some sort of liquid...he sniffed it...wow, sure smelled sweet and kind of good. The door was closed, so he gave it a sip and gulped...ugh, it felt kind of sour going down, making him stick his tongue out and gag as he put the bottle back and went to sit on the toilet and start pushing.
Brad, meanwhile, was busy getting his dorm back into shape. He figured he should now, since he realized this whole drinking and fucking random people was a bad idea, and he did want to impress Liam with how clean he could make it, after all, he did like how cute the little guy was.
Liam was getting frustrated, nothing was coming out! The huge bulge in his belly did not budge, it was stuck inside of him! Gooey and soft, not solid at least, but still, he felt fat and gross! He sighed and stood up angrily, stepping into the shower and starting the hot water to get washed off...there had to be something wrong, or some way to get this massive load of a gallon of horse cum out of him...
Halfway through the shower, he felt a deep, groaning rumble in his gut...yes! This must be it! He grabbed his belly and felt a shift of sorts, groaning as he did so...suddenly, his heart began to race, he was hyperventilating...the room was beginning to spin as if he was lost in a rainstorm, but all of it taking place inside of a shower stall. He wanted to call for help, but nothing came out as his entire body began to burn...his bulging belly groaning and gurgling as he held onto it and leaned against the tiled wall of the shower.
He pinched his eyes shut and groaned, huffing heavily as suddenly he felt his belly slowly deflating...it was getting smaller, almost like a huge pressure being relieved from him. Finally! Though...he felt nothing coming out of his tailhole, no rush of horse seed or anything...where was it going? He opened one eye, groaning and watching the gut slowly shrink and deflate as if it was almost soaking into his body...but how? So fast? It was taking a toll on him for sure as he felt his head start to throb, his muscles in his toned body burned hotly as his joints felt sore, as if Brad had tripped and fallen on him.
But as his belly completely vanished back to his slim and toned self...the pain and discomfort melted away...leaving a blissful numbing feeling as he gasped and opened his eyes, looking down and seeing his normal self again. "Wow..." He said as he rubbed over his toned, creamy colored belly in contrast to the chocolate outer color of his fur. Confused, but not wanting to think about what happened, he finished up his shower, scrubbing himself clean of crusted semen and finally finishing up and getting out to comb and use some of Brad's deodorant...damn it smelled nice...he felt himself becoming aroused thinking about Brad...why? He basically raped him? But there was something so alluring and attractive about the stallion...
Brad had his dorm back to a nice clean state, books in their place, garbage gone, clothes in a hamper, he did need to do some laundry...he wondered if Liam would stick around? It was Saturday after all, summer break just began...maybe he could make up for it all by taking him out somewhere nice? Nah, the little guy probably wanted to leave and not see him again.
Liam finally stepped out of the steamy bathroom and into the bedroom, the sheets taken off the bed and the clothes in the room gathered into a big hamper, the trash was gone...perhaps the horse was trying to impress him? Well, he needed to try really hard to! "Brad? Where are you?" He said looking around the bedroom with just a towel around his waist.
The horse stuck his head back into the bedroom from the main room and smiled, seeing no more belly bulge. Whew! He did push it out, that was good because he did not want the little guy to REALLY end up pregnant...Now that would have been scary if that happened again.
"Liam, you manage to get my gift out?" He said with a silly snicker and snort as Liam crossed his arms...wondering what really DID happen to it all. "Sure. It's all gone but I do feel really funny...my arms and legs burn...my whole body does like I was swimming all day..." Brad tilted his head as he came into the room to check Liam out, he was so cute! But maybe the sex really did take it out of his fragile body...not to mention that nice tight pucker.
"You should rest here, unless you want to go or something...Um...we can...see a movie later or get lunch..." He said rubbing the back of his head, the nine foot tall horse looking down at the five and a half foot tall otter that probably weighed a tenth of what he did. Liam figured Brad was trying to make up for it, but he did not feel it, what he wanted to do was rest up. But...the offer was kind of nice as he could not help but smile a little.
"Maybe...I want to just rest and...and...UGHH!!" He screamed as he grabbed his belly and lurched forward, his face going red and his heart racing once more like a heart attack, his lungs heaving and his body starting to convulse. "Holy fuck! Liam!" Shouted Brad in his room shuddering voice as he could go over to the otter and place a giant hand on his back to keep him up. "Liam?" He said as the otter felt his body burn all over.
"B-brad...I feel...hot...sore..." He said as he huffed between each word, his muscles starting to flex and contort under his creamy fur as Brad stepped back and watched...it was like he was spasming all over...he needed to call for help! Shit, his cell phone was in one of the pair of pants in the hamper! He snorted and neighed, going to the hamper to find the pants with his phone as Liam stumbled into the center of the room, looking at his webbed hands as he threw his head back and let out almost a roar, otters naturally don't roar so it was very strange to hear as it caught Brad's attention once more.
Liam looked at his arms...his biceps were bulging...flexing outwards as the veins under his flesh pumped...he felt his bones creaking, his muscle spasming and thickening before his very eyes...what the HELL did he drink? He could only watch as his body was frozen, his muscles almost cramped as they began to grow. His thighs thickened, his tail shuddered as it plumped up, his neck, chest, and his toned belly turning into a six pack of abs before their very eyes, Brad's going wide as he figured what it must be...his semen...it was the ultimate body building fluid...but what caused it to do this? Liam knew, that damn supplement he took was supposed to be mixed into another liquid, it was concentrated muscle growth stimulant for species larger than himself, one normally cramped up painfully from drinking it...but it was mixing with the draft horses semen and having a seemingly devastating effect.
Brad could only watch as the otter grew in height as well, the towel falling off to show his balls and sheath filling out as well, reaching six feet...soon six and a half as his body grew an eight pack forcing from his torso. Liam's neck became corded and thick, thicker than his head, the muscles on his back pulsing and forming all the way down his tail and ass, his limbs inflating with solid packed muscle under his chocolate and cream fur. Brad's heart started to race as his sheath began to stiffen and push out his cock, getting heavily aroused from watching the otter swell up in muscle mass, the horse already sweating from the sight as Liam reached seven feet tall, and not stopping yet. Liam growled through clenched teeth, his arms finally moving to open out further, arching his back as his cock sprung from his sheath and started to grow...the pain and soreness was turning into an indescribable pleasure that he could not comprehend as his face went darker red than it already was.
Liam was becoming more limber as his puffed out chest heaved, the growing slowing down as his body began to twist about some more, his surprised eyes looking over his new form, his thick tail swishing about and his legs swollen to resemble the horse's in front of him. He panted from his thick lips, feeling his body slowly begin to rest from its intense growth spurt, his heart not feeling like it was going to jump from the solid cage his muscular chest and solid eight pack had become. Liam closed his eyes, stopping at damn near eight feet tall, still shorter than the horse, but considering he grew over two feet?
Liam's body hunched as his dick pulsed, fat with veins and much thicker and longer than it was, his balls swollen like two grapefruits inside of a furry sac as his body began to sweat, his musk potent and making Brad even hornier as his two foot horse cock finally snaked from the bottom of his shorts and precum ran down his leg.
"Liam...are you..." The otter opened his eyes, inhaling deeply and feeling his body pulse, his muscles swollen out like a professional bodybuilder's, he looked like Brad, but smaller, and an otter of course. "Brad..." He said as his voice was a bit deeper, but not monstrous sounding or anything, like some sort of horror movie.
The horse's flesh pole was throbbing, and so was Liam's as they both began drooling preseed onto the carpet to make a mess once again. The otter's huge webbed paws clenched as he looked over his new body...was this permanent? Was this real? How did semen and supplement make all of this...but one thing was for sure...
He was happy.
He had been bullied about how small he was back in the day by his brothers and bullies at school, he was always small, fast metabolism, never could gain weight or muscle but now he had it all...He was powerful and he wanted to thank the one that made him that way. Brad snorted and watched the otter step closer, his thick legs rippling, his chest tensing up with hard pink nipples, the wide, well veined neck holding his still cute face as Liam stood on the tips of his toes and kissed the horse right on the lips, this time, making the Percheron do the blushing!
"Brad...Thanks...now turn around..." Liam said with a grin as it was time to show Brad how it felt. He wanted to plow that big horses ass since he saw it in the locker room, sure, he was mostly a bottom, but now that he was big, oh, he wanted to fuck something so bad...must be all that testosterone flowing through him. Brad nodded nervously and turned around slowly, showing off his impressive backside as Liam grabbed the shorts and jockstrap by the bands and yanked them right down, Brad's two footer flopping out into the open and splashing an arc of precum across the room and onto the wall in front of them.
"Liam are you...going to..." The otter grinned and bit gently onto the shoulder of the other male. "Oh yeah, Brad..." He said as his large, now strong webbed paws spread the Percheron's big asscheeks apart to see the large ebon hole down there, the tail easily pushed up as Liam shoved his cock between the muscular, yet still fat asscheeks and prodded the hole, making Brad neigh and snort. Liam's cock had gone from seven inches to at least fourteen, doubling in length and as thick as a soda can as his cockhead slipped right in from how copiously he was leaking and the sheer size of Brad's asshole, making the horse neigh and grunt and bend forward a bit. It was some time since Brad took it in the ass, but he secretly loved it but never wanted anyone to know.
"Liam, fuck me hard..." Brad begged, blushing hard from his spotty grey cheeks as he was about to be taken as he took the otter last night. Liam wasted no time, shoving his pulsing pink dick up into the horse and hilting, his now swollen balls slapping the muscular, huge ass the horse had as his now massive arms came to wrap around the horse and squeeze, him, Brad surprised to almost feel the air leaving his lungs completely from the backwards hug.
"Oh, you want it? Lets see how good you can take it..." He grinned wide, starting to thrust his now powerful hips and slap them against the horses ass over and over, beginning to jackhammer with all the power he had built up inside of him. Brad was furiously jacking off his massive horse dick again, squeezing the flare, the median ring, running his fist all along his soaked shaft as his ass was taken by someone he basically helped create, his loins burned as all of this excitement was almost becoming too much for him.
Brad's teeth chattered, his muscles tensed up as once more, his flared head fanned out and dozens of thick ropes of seed flew out in an arc, splattering the wall in front of him as well as soaking into the carpet as his prostate was nudged over and over by the massive otter cock inside of his huge black asshole. The horse moaned like a bitch as he was taken, his body shuddering as he felt so good to be fucked again by someone who was just as muscular as he was. Liam snickered as he smelled the cum in front of him, feeling the horses fuckhole tense up as he came.
"Cumming without me? Naughty..." He said leaning against the horse to bite him on the back of the neck and really slam his hips against him, making the horse lunge forward each time and moan out in bliss as soon he felt his balls tingle once more and shoot a second load, not as heavy but still making another puddle on the carpet as it oozed out rather than shot. Finally, Liam gave a few hard thrusts and stopped, his newly huge and muscular body tensing up as he bit harder onto the neck of the horse and came like he never had before. The feeling was so euphoric that he almost felt like he was going to pass out, his cock shooting forth a load that could rival Brad's as he ejected a solid load right into the anal canal of the stallion, making a small bump from behind the horses abs in front to show how much he gave him.
The two finally leaned forward against the wall and rested, bodies heavy and swollen, sweaty and musky, their chests heaving as the otter kissed the back of the horses neck and made him moan out once more as Brad was teased beyond belief. Watching Liam grow like that and getting fucked so hard in the ass was really different for him, but he would not mind keeping the otter around now...
"B-brad..." Said the otter as big webbed paws with thick fingers rubbed over the abs of the horse and the small bump behind that solid wall he had. Brad looked back with a blissful expression, his lips hanging open as he panted and snorted from his large nostrils.
"Y-yeah, Liam?.." He asked in a dazed manner.
The otter smiled and wink at him as their faces met, much easier now since the otter was closer to the horse's size.
"You're pregnant..." He said as they both started to snicker and burst into a laugh before sharing a good, solid kiss.
Now the next thing on Liam's mind was getting a new wardrobe...Probably staying with Brad a lot more...and what his parents were going to do when he came back home... |
bodyinflation | Tags: Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, deflation, first person, floating, helium
Text: "Our little project has come to fruition," I said. "I think it's time."
"I'll be right over," she said excitedly, and hung up the phone. Kim wasn't fat. Curvy, yes, a little overweight, okay--but as a dancer, well, every line that isn't straight is considered a detriment. She'd approached me to create a solution that would help her lose weight fast in time for the dance concert. What she didn't know is that I'd failed spectacularly. Nothing worked, and a handful of lab rats with gastrointestinal distress was hardly a sign of success. But the research was hardly a failure by other criteria. I'd finally cracked a personal puzzle--how to control the temperature of liquid helium. Yes, it exists--but it's damned cold, dangerously cold. The trick would be to raise the temp as far as possible without turning it into a gas. And over the course of my botched experiments, I'd found a combination of chemicals that would stabilize the temperature right on the edge of where it needed to be--ten degrees cooler and it'd hurt, ten degrees warmer and it'd evaporate. Tests had all proven my research...but not like this. Yeah, okay, so I like voluptuous women. Find me a man who doesn't. I'll even admit that I like them a bit more curvy than most--pneumatic's a good word for it. So right away, you've got to believe that I could not pass up this opportunity for a friendly proof of technology. I put the clear solution into two beakers and set them on the lab table counter. The rest of the sci building was deserted--big football game followed by bigger drinking binge--so I knew we'd be safe and alone for the next 12 hours or so. Besides, nobody would think twice about me working on assignments--I pratically lived in here, and had snoozed on the examining table more than once. With everything in place and finally ready, I paced to calm my nerves until Kim tapped on the door's frosted glass. "Hey," she smiled, entering. She wore an oversized Oxford shirt and jeans along with her usual Doc Martens. Her wavy red hair glowed almost as much as her luminescent green eyes. "I'm supposed to be in rehearsal now, but...well, this is more important." "You sure? I mean, this can wait..." I lied. "Oh no, the sooner I can get this stuff in me, the better," she said quickly. I doubted she would back out now, and that worked in my favor. "Is this it?" she said, pointing towards the beakers. "Yep...looks like water, but definitely isn't," I said, grabbing a beaker. "This," I said with a touch of melodrama, "this is the stuff that dreams are made of." Maybe not yours, I thought, but mine, anyway.
"And you're sure it'll work?" she asked, peering through the beaker to read the periodic chart on the opposite wall. "No, of course not. But pretty sure, yeah. It passed all the tests." I handed her a clipboard with the forged test results of the failed project; she was in a lower level of chem this semester, so I made sure that just enough of it would make sense and she wouldn't question it. "Okay, it, uh, looks good," she said, handing back the clipboard with a resolved sigh. "I think I'm ready." I could barely contain my excitement. She had no idea what was in store. And actually, neither did I. I mean, I knew most of what would probably happen and my real tests had gone swimmingly, but there was still the thrill of facing the unknown. I handed her the beaker. "Good luck," I said. "Drink it all to be sure." She downed the concoction in a few gulps, never expecting a thing. "That's one small sip for woman..." I joked, and she smiled. A second later a shiver ran down her body. "Brrr...cold," she said, squinching her face a bit. "And a little metallic. What was in that?"
"Um...helium," I replied softly.
She stared at me a moment. "I'm sorry?"
"You just drank some liquid helium," I offered again, sheepishly. "I couldn't get the weight loss thing to work--sorry," I added offhandedly, "so I thought you might be willing to help with, uh, this other project I've been working on." Silence struck the room. "It's very cold in its liquid form," I continued uncomfortably. "But it, uh, it should warm up soon..."
"Warm up? And then what?" She rubbed her arms to get rid of the goosepimples. She was passing through suspicious, well on her way to angry.
"Well, heat makes liquids evaporate and...well, you know, water turns to steam..."
"Yes, but I didn't drink water--you said I drank...ooh!" She cut herself off mid-sentence and put a hand on her stomach. She looked directly at nothing but looked concerned nonetheless. "Helium's warmed state is its natural state...which is as a gas." "Something's happening...inside. I feel...funny." I could have sworn I heard her voice raise slightly in pitch. "If it's started converting, you might feel a little pressure," I trailed off. "But, uh, chances are...you'll feel a lot." "Wh...why?" she asked, looking at me with a hint of panic behind her eyes. Something was definitely going on inside her. "The helium gas takes up more room than the liquid. A lot more, really."
"How much?" she demanded.
"About...um, ten times as much space. So you're...you're going to, uh, blow up a bit."
"Blow up? A bit?" she said--squeaked?--as she put her other hand on her now slightly swollen tummy. "But I already feel...full!"
I watched her stroke the sides of her stomach as it began to swell. "What are you doing to me?" she asked, pressing in on her sides. "I do feel like I'm blowing up!" She certainly looked like she was. Her buttoned blouse began to stretch and gap, revealing a black leotard beneath. Her tummy rounded slightly, and her breasts followed, inflating with a light hiss. She continued to run her hands up and down her body, clearly feeling the slowly mounting pressure beneath her fingers. Beyond that, she didn't move, rooted to the spot with a mixture of confusion, fear, and...amusement? I noticed a slight smile or giggle pass her lips from time to time. When she saw my puzzled look, she explained it away with a single, half-whispered word: "Tickles." Her body continued to round out now, the buttons pulling more and more, her curves only being accentuated by the straining clothes. "I can't...believe...you did this...you're doing...this to me," she growled between increasingly labored breaths. "Make it...stop!"
"Too late for that now," I replied distractedly. It was the truth. How are you supposed to stop a liquid from turning into a gas, anyway? There was nothing left to do now but watch. And there was plenty to watch. Her belly had slowed for the time being; the helium was being drawn into her chest and hips, giving her silhouette an even racier, voluptuous form. One glance in the mirror let her see what she felt, and the cartoonishness of the moment wasn't lost. "Jessica...Rabbit," she gasped, "eat your heart out." Her already ample D's had swollen to a full DD, and her blouse was having a hard time keeping things under cover. With a loud PING! a button burst from its thread, zinging across the room and revealing even more of the stretchy black leotard below. Kim, breathing heavily, bit her lip and carefully put her hands on the sides of her breasts--as if she was afraid she might pop with too rough a touch--then slid down to the front where her nipples were now standing erect. She was clearly sensitive, as she immediately bit her lip and gasped slightly from the touch. But the reality of the situation hit her shortly thereafter, and she looked at me with wild eyes. "You...have to...stop this."
"I...I can't..." I stammered. "The reaction can't be stopped. It's going to keep turning into gas and expanding until it's all done. Or..." I suddenly realized the danger of my prank. I figured she'd blow up rounded, an exaggerated hourglass, but stay managable. But I started to think, if I were wrong...if she couldn't cycle out the helium fast enough naturally...if her body just couldn't stand the pressure...
"Or what?" she demanded between gasping breaths, now afraid to touch herself at all. "OR WHAT!?"
"Well, if there's more gas than you can hold...something might give."
"I'm going to pop?" she screamed, her voice inching higher in pitch. "You just...blew me up...like a balloon...and didn't think any...further than that?" "...I don't know...Maybe I put too ...I mean, in theory, there's no...well, you shouldn't..." I was babbling now. I was in over my head and she was suffering for it. We were going to have to ride this out. PING! Another button exploded off her shirt, shattering an empty beaker some 20 feet away. Her breasts forced themselves out further, restrained by the leotard, bulging out of the blouse's gap with an angry hiss. I thought she started to hyperventilate, but she was just trying to exhale as fast as she could, figuring she could rid herself of the helium that way--a human balloon, desperately trying to deflate itself before it burst.
Her tummy picked up the pace again, adding another curve to match her luciously rounded hips. "Oh god!" she cried. "It's so much pressure! It's too much pressure! I think...I'm going to...pop!" She pressed her hands lightly on her midsection again, and her skin gave much less resistance, which scared her. She quickly unbuttoned her strained jeans and somehow managed to roll them down and kick them off her legs, revealing a full black unitard below. The hissing was getting louder, and her expression was more alarming than ever. Her bottom showed mild signs of swelling now too, now that the jeans were gone, but it was her chest that drew the most air. PING! Another button lost its valiant fight, while the unitard stretched and strained. She looked in horror at her basketball-sized bosom as it continued its inflation. "Don't just...stand...there..." she yelled. "Do some...thing! Oh!" The pressure was building, and her torso was rounding out. She could no longer put her arms down at her sides; they, too, had started to puff up, restricting her reach and movement. Nor could she touch one hand with the other in front; her chest was far too inflated for that. "I'm thinking!" I yelled back, now as angry as I was scared. What could I do? I hadn't thought to come up with something to reverse it. I couldn't just prick her with a pin--she might burst. "I can feel...feel it expanding...pressing from...inside..." She started to look lightheaded. Her tummy was arcing out, her breasts had swollen to an impossible size, and she was having trouble keeping her balance. "You've...got...stop...blowing," she whimpered, no longer angry, but clearly frightened. "Dan...don't...let...me pop..." Beneath the muffling of the unitard, I swore I could hear her skin stretch, like the rubber on a balloon. The hisses sounded more hollow now, and they weren't slowing down. At that moment, she started to rise off the ground, ever so slightly. I rushed forward and grabbed her sides--I couldn't reach all the way around her--and held her down. I could feel the pressure inside; she felt taut. Her skin couldn't stretch any further--her curves were maxed out--but the pressure was still building, slowly. "Please..." she whispered into my ear. "Save...me." I had no idea what to do. "I'm so sorry..." I mumbled, and, on a mad impulse, kissed her. Whether it was coincidence, I'll never know, but at that moment, the hissing began to slow down--but it didn't stop. I could feel Kim's skin pulse slightly beneath my fingers, as if she had expanded as much as it was physically possible, and perhaps a little more. I loosened my grip for fear of squeezing her too hard. "Too...full...gonna...burst..." The leotard's seams creaked, and the immense pressure made the pulse I'd felt before visible. The hissing, however, had all but subsided.
"It's...stopping..." she said with no small hint of amazement in her voice. The helium was just enough to make her begin to float, but not actually go anywhere. She looked like she was in zero gravity, bouncing slightly with each unsteady footstep. I began to hear another hiss, slower, less angry...a deflating whisper. "You're going to be okay," I offered weakly. The deflation hiss must have been there all along--she had been cycling out the helium the whole time, but not fast enough to stop the swelling. There was too much building up for either of us to notice what might be leaking out. Slowly but surely, Kim's form shrunk while she let out a noisy combination of scared sobs and relieved laughs. I didn't dare go near her. It took about 20 minutes, but she slowly calmed herself and returned to her normal size and shape. Almost. "What's this?" she said, running her hands down her body. Her hips and chest were still a little swollen, maybe an inch or two larger than when we began. "This your idea of a memory?" "No, that should go away too, but it will take a little more time," I explained. "It's just trapped. You know, the first 90% of the air goes out of a balloon fast, but the last 10%, you kind of have to coax out."
"And...how do you do that?" She arched a suspicious eyebrow in my direction. "Should happen naturally as you move...bending over, moving around, stuff like that." "So, you could...squeeze it out of me?" she said, approaching me with a...twinkle in her eye? What the hell was she doing? Was I reading this right?
"Um, sure, if you, um, want me to touch you." I couldn't understand why she was suddenly being so forward and amorous--not to me, not after what she'd just been through. If this was a side-effect, I couldn't have guessed it. "Why wouldn't I want you to touch me?" she asked in a sing-songy voice. "That was a wild ride...quite a rush. It was like a tickle that built and built..." She draped her arms around me and shoved her inflated bosom into my chest. "Very thrilling, extremely exciting. Sort of like....something else I can think of." I couldn't believe it. She pushed herself into me further, causing me to stumble back a few steps and bump into the examining table. She swayed her round hips and pushed me backwards lightly with a single finger. Suddenly weak in the knees, I fell backwards onto the table with no trouble. But trouble wasn't through with me yet. In a flash, Kim grabbed and fastened the table's lower restraint around my right ankle in one swift motion. "Yes, I can think of something very exciting," she said, the sexiness leaving her voice. "I'd like to watch you inflate."
"Now wait," I stammered. "I told you I was sorry, I didn't mean--"
"No, no," she said sharply, shoving my left arm into a restraint. "You really seemed to enjoy watching me, so I intend to find out what was so fascinating." She locked down my right arm, while I made funny grunting noises to accompany my futile attempts to squirm loose. Kim strutted to the counter and grabbed the only remaining beaker. "Besides," she snarled. "It tickles. At first." "Now," she said, holding the beaker to my lips with a look of pure malice and revenge. "Drink."
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FSE | Title: the first couple by Demise Uchiha
Tags: Anal, Digimon, Dragon, Friendship, Handjob, M/M, Oral
This is my first story I hope u like it I don't own any of the characters all characters belong to digimon or legendz. Disclaimer: this story is intended for those over the age of 18 unfortunately if you are younger than 18 read at your own risk.
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"Brrriiinnnnnngg, Brrrrrrrrrrrriiiiinnnggg" Shiron's alarm clock sounded as he rolled over to hit the snooze button. "Ahhhhhhhhhh fuck I hate Monday morning" mumbled shiron as he sat up and headed toward the bathroom.
As shiron entered the bathroom he looked at his reflection in the mirror that reached from floor to ceiling. He gazed over his white and blue muscular body and opened his wings. His eyes made their way from his reflections feet towards his head stopping for a moment as he pulled his soft member from his slit. He ran his claw through his long yellow hair as he admired his body. Shiron finished in the bathroom and went back to his room to get dressed.
"Shiron Breakfast" his mom called from downstairs. "Just a sec mom I'm getting dressed" he replied pulling his favorite aviator hat over his head and grabbing a nice leather jacket from his closet.
"MMMMMMMMMM French toast my favorite, thanks mom" shiron said as he sat at the table for school. He finished breakfast in a few minutes and headed to leave for school.
5 minutes later
Shiron was flying to school and noticed a group of different legendz gathered in a group of about 4 and at the front was his nemesis Ranshiin the windragon. He noticed why the dragons were all grouped around; they were trying to beat up his best friend Guilmon. As soon as shiron saw this he dropped to the ground in between Guilmon and Ranshiin.
"Awwwwwwww what do we have here, Ur boyfriend here to save u, u stupid little pussy" mocked Ranshiin.
Shiron looked behind him and saw Guilmon cowering behind him and noticed he was bleeding slightly and had a large bruise on his arm. "I thought I warned you not to fuck with my friends Ranshiin, or else" Snarled shiron giving Ranshiin a glare that would make anyone else run in fear.
"You think you can stop me you fucking idiot ill wipe the floor with you" laughed Ranshiin.
Shiron grabbed Ranshiin by the neck and tossed him through the air leaping on top of him.
"I warned u Ranshiin Guilmon is my friend no one hurts him" shiron yelled as he punched Ranshiin in the chest knocking the wind out of him.
"Get him you fucking idiots "yelled Ranshiin looking at the other legendz who were standing there.
The remaining legendz grabbed shiron by the arms and wings so he wouldn't be able to fight. Shiron struggled to free himself
"After I am done with you I am going to beat the crap out of your little boyfriend over there "said Ranshiin as he pulled himself onto his feet. "Your going to pay for what u just did no one touches me"
"Run Guilmon i'll be OK" ordered shiron as Ranshiin hit him in the chest
"but me can't leave you here I have to help" cried Guilmon seeing his best friend getting hurt for protecting him.
"Just run dam it or they'll get u too" panted shiron as he took another hit from the black windragon.
"I'll get help I promise" said Guilmon as he ran to find anyone to help.
As shiron was getting punch after punch from Ranshiin as he fell to the ground went the other legendz let him go. he was about to get kicked in the side by Ranshiin he heard someone yell "fire rocket" and Ranshiin was hit by a large fireball which sent him flying off shiron.
"Here come with me we got to get outtalk here shiron" said Guilmon as he pulled shiron to his feet
Shiron gaped as flameramon ran over and lifted him to his feet and started to walk back towards shorans house.
10 minutes later
Guilmon took Shiron's key and unlocked the door as he helped flameramon pull shiron into the house. They slowly took shiron to his room where they lay him on the bed. (Shiron's mom is at work all day).
"Thanks for your help flameramon" sighed Guilmon looking at his best friend on the bed "who knows watt they would done to shiron if u didn't come help I owe u this was all my fault"
"it was Ranshiin fault don't blame itself Guilmon and I was glad to help Ranshiin got what was coming to him" answered Flamedramon.
"There is no way he can make it too school now I'll stay here to make sure he is ok" said Guilmon sadly as he looked down at shiron.
"Ok ill head to school and let the principal know what happened ok I'll be back after school Guilmon"
Flamedramon left to go to school leaving Guilmon alone with shiron. Guilmon sat in the corner and started to cry over what he had gotten his friend into. Shiron opened his eyes as he heard Guilmon start to cry and looked towards the corner listening to Guilmon.
"Waaaaa I can't believe what I did \*sniffles\* it all my fault if I weren't so small I could have stuck up for myself" Guilmon cried as tears streamed down his face.
"Cough cough" "Shiron your awake" said Guilmon as he turned at the sound of Shiron's cough
"Hey stop beating yourself up it's not your fault Guilmon I just tried to take on more than I could" sputtered shiron. "I'm ok just a little bruised is all don't worry about it.
"but I feel so bad I wish I weren't such a woos than I could defend myself" said Guilmon looking over at shiron
"No don't say that you are perfect the way u r and I love u that way" replied shiron as Guilmon stopped crying
"You love me "inquired Guilmon as what shiron said went through his head and dried his tears.
"Ummm..... Well ...... hmmmmmm.......... I......." stuttered shiron as he blushed like crazy
"Well " Guilmon asked as he started to blush as well. "Awww screw it, yes I love u and I always have.
"Really shiron cause I love u too" admitted Guilmon
"yes" said shiron as the twos eyes met
Guilmon walked over to shiron and placed his muzzle against his maw. Shiron closed his eyes as Guilmon worked his tongue into the dragon's mouth. Guilmon broke the kiss as a naughty thought went through his mind.
"shiron I want to taste u it has been my dream since we met please let me suck u" begged Guilmon as he looked once again into Shiron's eyes.
"It would be my pleasure to let u taste me" said shiron as he pulled his member from his slit. It was already starting to get hard just looking at guilmon sexy body
"Thank u shiron" said Guilmon as his maw came closer to Shiron's 10 inch cock that was now fully hard.
Guilmon wrapped his long lizard tongue around Shiron's member making the dragon moan softly. He then continued to lick the cock from base to tip slowly taking it into his mouth.
"Awwwwwww mmmmmmmmmmmmm" shiron moaned as Guilmon began to suck hard and bob his head quickly.
Pre started to leak from Shiron's shaft as Guilmon got faster. MMMMMMMM mumbled Guilmon around Shiron's cock. Guilmon wrapped a claw around Shiron's shaft and started to rub me quickly continuing to suck." OOOOOOOO god Guilmon" moaned shiron loudly" I'm so close"
Shiron exploded filling guilmon's mouth with his warm tasty cum. Guilmon pulled away and let some cover his maw;'
Shiron pulled Guilmon close and licked the cum off his face before deeply kissing him and putting his tongue in Guilmon mouth savoring the sweet taste of cum. Shiron broke the kiss an looked at guilmon body getting many dirty thoughts in his head of how he could repay Guilmon.
"God Guilmon that was great how can I ever repay you" shiron blushed as he asked. He was also staring at guilmon hard shaft that hard made its way out of his slit\>
"No u can't taste me yet shiron but there is one way u can repay me" said Guilmon as he started to giggle "How "asked shiron blushing
"make me yours shiron I want u in me I want to feel your cum in my ass" Guilmon pleaded
"As u wish" replied shiron whose cock was already hard again.
Shiron rubbed his cock against guilmon sexy ass covering it in pre.
"R u ready my sexy little digimon" shiron said as he prepared to ram guilmon virgin tail hole
"O god yes take me now shiron please" begged Guilmon as he prepared to be fucked by his sexy partner.
Shiron rammed his member in to Guilmon ass and groaned "its so fucking tight ohh fuck"
"Shiron your so big I love u" yelled Guilmon as he felt the dragon's large cock inside him
Shiron began to pump his hips quickly pulling himself in and out of Guilmon. Guilmon began to buck his hips in enjoyment as shiron spread his wings around them as if to protect them. Shiron slowly reached his arm around Guilmon and started to jack him off
"MMMMMMMMMM ooooooooooooo aaaaaaaaaaaa" moaned Guilmon loudly as he loved every minute of this wonderful union between dragon and digimon.
As shiron started to move his claws faster and ram harder he moaned uncontrollably. OOOOOOOO Guilmon I'm so close I'm going to cum. RAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWR shiron roared as he explodes in guilmon tight ass. This feeling was too much for Guilmon who let his load loose all over the bed as he moaned louder than ever.
Shiron fell onto the bed and fell asleep next to Guilmon.
Later that day
Shiron heard a loud knocking at the door and went to answer it not realizing he was still covered in cum\> as he pulled the door open he saw Flamedramon standing there just looking at the cum covered dragon.
"Looks like you had some fun without me" said flamedramon gazing at Shiron's cock
Shiron answered him "weelllllllllll........... Yah we did is that ok with u that me and Guilmon are a couple"
"Of course it is as long as u let me join in next time" said flamedramon blushing
THE END
Thanks goes out to guilylover my very good friend and to crazycaseyj my new bro love u KC and u too Guily
Coming soon Digital legendz chapter 2 fun time for flamedramon |
FSE | Title: Chapter X: Bearer of Bad News by Nex_Canis
Tags: Action, Bear, Doberman, Drama, Human, Hyena, M/M, Muscle Growth, Muscles, Superheroes, Transformation, Wolf
Chapter X: Bearer of Bad News
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Rhiannon stood on the rooftop of the West California Island Bank building, one of the tallest skyscrapers on the island and one of the few that was closest to the Twin Bridges. The devastation in front of her was enormous. Grizzly and his sons were merciless in their transformations, shoving their massive fists into cars, dragging people out and then leaving them to change while they moved on. It did not help that the two new Gene Stealers who had been designated 'Gummy Bear' and 'Honey Bear' were rampaging wantonly. They were not allies but in their primal state they might as well have been. Thick ropes of honey covered the western side of the South Bridge, preventing escape back to the Island. Cubes of gelatinous candy the size of trucks blocked escape on the North Bridge and anyone who so much as got close to Gummy Bear would be trapped in blobs of gelatine, slowly transforming within the mass before they burst out in their new ursine form.
On the ground, the Alliance and *Arsenal* fought a war on two fronts; desperately trying to evacuate the remaining civilians while defending themselves from the Gene Stealers. The North Bridge began to groan ominously. Red eyes bolting left and right, seeing what no other could see, from her distance, Rhiannon watched Ben fighting alone against Grizzly's sons and Honey Bear. David had been by his side but when news of Caleb's plight hit his ears, he bolted. The damage caused by their super-level powers began to take its toll on the bridge.
"Ben," she said. "The bridge is going to give way in ten minutes. You need to get out of there."
*"No way!"* came Ben's shout from her earpiece. *"I can beat these punks! I am* not *going to go down to a guy who shoots* honey *from his paws!"*
It was hard to believe that *honey* could be so deadly. While it was not a direct transformation vector, once Honey Bear had someone trapped in what could only be likened to his 'sticky web', he or any of those transformed could just advance upon them and change them. It amazed her that in contrast, Gummy Bear's gelatine could just change someone if they were encased.
"Madman, Mary," Rhiannon began, "focus all of your attention on Gummy Bear. He and Honey Bear are brothers. If he's in danger, Honey Bear will be distracted enough for Ben to do some damage."
"That is a bad idea."
Rhiannon turned in place. The presence of her 'brother' was hard to miss but he that 'aura' of his was hard to recognise now that he had taken her portfolio as well. It felt more powerful but at the same time stricter like the air around her was stale and slowly suffocating her.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
Arcturus stepped up to the edge of the rooftop, watching the battle with his own magical vision. "I cannot say. I can't tell what their abilities are. I can only look far enough into the future to make guesses. The destruction and death caused will be catastrophic."
Rhiannon pressed a finger against her throat. "Mary, Madman, don't go for Gummy Bear just -"
There was a tremendous roar from the South Bridge, loud enough for her to hear from her distance. An enormous, gelatinous mass rose up near the West California side of the structure, big enough to tower over the suspension towers. Its green, opaque form took on the shape of a muscular, well-endowed bear, a snarl marring its features. The creature seized one of the towers, breaking it off from the rest of the bridge and causing the wires that helped to hold the bridge together to snap and come crashing into the ocean.
"Attack of the macro gummy bear," Rhiannon sighed. "That's just fantastic..."
"I told you."
She gave Arcturus are piercing stare. "You could have told me earlier."
The Hound of Death turned to her, blue eyes half-lidded in expectation. "I didn't have to at all. This visit is merely a courtesy."
"A courtesy?" she replied incredulously. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I am very busy governing Death and Destruction, Rhia. I just wanted to come here and comfort you in this hour, the hour of your failure."
That hurt a lot. She closed her paws into fists, recalling how Arcturus was always rather blunt and a stickler for the rules. "I have not failed."
"Lars McLeod has just been infected by an Original strain." Arcturus nodded past her. "Had your eyes been turned towards the direction that David Hale is heading, you would have seen that Caleb encountered Leonard who betrayed both him and Gabriel, infecting himself and Lars with the Original strain. And you are well aware of the effects of the Original Strain on a super."
Rhiannon's eyes widened. "Their regeneration goes out of control... They become little more than beasts... And only Dragon Knight was somehow able to bring them back to sanity..." She fixed Arcturus with a pleading stare. "You've got to find Dragon Knight! You found him before!"
"Only because I traced the path of destruction and death that he would have caused had I not stopped him," answered the demigod. "He is keeping his head low. I cannot find him. Nor do I know how he 'cured' Zachariah."
"That's not good enough!" Rhiannon shouted. "You've got to do something for Lars! Perhaps you could use your powers to destroy the virus in his body!"
"My sight is blocked. He is now effectively a Gene Stealer. His future is invisible to me. As is Caleb's. You should know this."
The way he spoke so matter-of-factly, with little emotion like he didn't care infuriated her. Deep down, she knew that he cared. There was one particular person that he had grown fond of. No doubt the true reason he was here was to watch that very same person as he fought on the field.
*"Rhia! I need some guidance here!"* Ben shouted in her ear. *"What the* fuck *is that green thing!?"*
*"Oh... and Bren sort of just died,"* Madman said. *"Getting crushed by a massive gelatinous foot is just as deadly as getting crushed by a normal foot."*
*"Lance! Cory! Watch out!"* came Mary's shout.
On the South Bridge, Gummy Bear threw the enormous shard of the suspension tower he had been holding. The concrete and metal spire flew across the bridge, coming to crash down with an enormous *boom* against the lines of cars arrayed across it. The impact shattered years of work to connect the Island with the Californian mainland in one, devastating blow. Cars, concrete and whatever poor soul was left on that section of the bridge fell in slow motion down into the ocean. A huge geyser of white, frothy waters erupted from the sea the moment the tower plunged into the deep, blue waters, visible from where Rhiannon stood without the need of her magical vision.
"Why are you really here, Arty?" she asked, tearing her gaze from the battle. "To gloat? To tell me that Shin-Lazar has decided to pull me from this operation because of this 'failure'?"
"No." His features were as expressionless as ever. "As I said. I am here to provide comfort. This setback is not the end. You should not give up."
His words were hollow and provided little comfort. She could detect the sincerity in them but the delivery was certainly lacking.
"This isn't a failure," she answered. "You never believed in mortals or their ability to pull themselves together when they are down. You've always governed the finality of death and that's how your perspective has been skewed. When you saw a preventable death, you interfered without ever once giving mortals a chance to defend themselves."
"If they were capable of defending themselves, I wouldn't need to interfere."
"For you, death is the ultimate fate," she countered. "No coming back. But for me?" She hiked a thumb at her chest. "I've caused and watched vast swathes of destruction all over the world and beyond. I've seen people run out of food, lose all their limbs and get trapped in impossible odds only to beat the fate that we see for them and change the course of their destiny. Destruction does not mean death." She gazed at the bridges. The giant, green monster gave another roar and started moving towards the North Bridge. "They haven't failed. Not yet."
"As you say."
When she glanced back at Arcturus, he was gone though his voice still lingered.
"I will be at your beck and call should you require comfort."
"Comfort from the Hound of Death?" snorted Rhiannon. "I'd rather have assistance from the Reaper."
\*\*\*\*\*\*
*"I told you to take care of my son!"*
Arguing... Loud arguing. Every bone in his body hurt. Every muscle felt tired and weary, even his heart. Blurred figures danced in front of his vision. The roar of a vehicle could be heard somewhere above the angry shouts and heated accusations. There was a light, a bright light, above him. It cast everything into a silhouette.
*"I didn't know Lenny would do this!"*
That was Gabe... Gabe... the source of all this mess. The Original to be blamed for the bear strain. He sacrificed countless lives for his sons. In some way, those people Caleb had killed in the bowling alley were his kills too.
*"So you were planning on skipping town!? Just like that? Leave after all you've done!?"*
*"My sons are my world and I didn't want to do anything to put their lives in jeopardy again!"*
*"Well good job on that. Now they're officially enemies of the state! They destroyed one of the fucking bridges and killed who knows how many people!"*
The bridges...
Izzy and Migs...
Caleb tried to move but that one movement caused immense pain in his neck and chest. A loud groan escaped his muzzle, the pain pushing his eyes wide open.
"Caleb!" came the unified cry of his father and Gabe. Both men came into his vision, one hovering over him on his right and the other on his left. Both looked extremely worried though his father was barely holding back his anger.
"How are you doing, son?" David asked, clutching Caleb's right paw. "Where does it hurt?"
"Everywhere..." he murmured softly. He became partially aware that he was on some sort of bed, one that stank of constant masturbation. Looking past the two faces in front of him, he a life-sized figurine from some fantasy series. Elliot's room. "Where...?"
"Back in the Facility," David responded, gently patting his paw. "We brought you here after what happened at the restaurant."
The restaurant... Lars...
"Lars -"
"Contained." David regarded him with worry. "I'm sorry, Caleb, but right now... he's inconsolable. You know what you were like when you first changed."
All the pain in his body was not enough to stop him from trying to get up. "I have to go see him..."
Gabe pressed a paw against his chest and pushed him back down. That one gesture reminded him of his broken ribs. "You're in no condition to get up. You need to rest."
David shoved the panda from over Caleb. "Don't tell my son what to do!"
"I'm just offering some helpful advice," countered Gabe angrily.
"Well keep it to yourself, traitor!"
"Look, if it wasn't for me, he wouldn't even be alive! His boyfriend would've raped him until he split in two!"
The last few moments of consciousness were still a blur to Caleb but he did remember someone knocking Lars away and holding him tightly. "That was you?" he asked.
Gabe gave him a solemn nod. "I was on my way back to the restaurant to restock the supplies. I saw what was happening and wanted to help but..." Gabe shook his head. "I thought you had it under control until Lenny changed himself and Lars. I subdued Lars and then used your phone to call your dad. We brought you here and bandaged you up. Your friend Bren says the nanobots we injected you with will still take a few hours to fix you up."
Caleb glanced at his chest. Thick bandages were wrapped around his torso to keep his ribs from falling out of place as they were rapidly healed by the nanobots. It was nowhere near as fast as superhero regeneration but it was still faster than if he were to just wait it out.
"What... What happened?" he murmured softly.
David was giving Gabe a death stare, forcing the panda to confess all his crimes, both direct and indirect.
Gabe took a deep breath. Caleb mentally counted up to ten and on the last number, Gabe let out his held breath. "Three years ago, after my sons fell into a coma, Shark Tamer approached me with an offer. I was to work for the Gene Stealers, a group of people who were striving for 'genetic perfection'. I didn't really care about that. They offered me a way to bring my sons back. I refused. For one year, I refused. Then, as I was giving up open that Migs or Izzy would ever wake up again, Shark Tamer gave me the offer again. I took it in desperation. They turned me into... into this."
Gabe gestured at his body.
"You weren't always a panda?" Caleb croaked.
"I was human."
"But... shouldn't your sons remember...?"
Shaking his head, Gabe said, "No. The medicine that Shark Tamer gave them made them extremely susceptible to suggestion for the first few hours of them waking. All I did was tell them that I was a panda and they were the children of a panda and a human and they believed it." The father of two chuckled bitterly. "Honestly, I didn't believe Shark Tamer would actually help me or else I would have changed back to human."
"You can change back?" David growled. "Why didn't you? Why stay that way?"
Gabe offered him a sad smile. "Because some juvenile part of me liked being a big, buff panda that also looks damn cuddly in some cases. I liked this new body." He looked down at Caleb apologetically. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier. I knew you were Weapons Master the moment you stepped into my restaurant. I'll be frank and admit that there were many times I wanted to make you a carrier for my virus in the hopes that somehow that'll convince Shark Tamer to speed up his research. But after what you've done for me... I couldn't go through with it."
"Tell me you weren't thinking of infecting my wife, daughter and other sons," David snarled, his hackles rising. "Tell me when we invited you over into *our home* you didn't do anything to those people I call my family!"
Paws up in surrender, Gabe said, "I swear. I broke off from the Gene Stealers the moment Izzy and Migs woke up. I was planning to adopt Lenny so he wouldn't be left high and dry and leave down, leave West California Island and the Gene Stealers behind."
"Leave me..." Caleb murmured.
Gabe's heart broke and he couldn't muster the strength to admit to the truth. He just nodded.
David's paws were clenched tightly into fists, almost crushing Caleb's. "I should fill your lungs with metal and watch you suffocate right here, right now if I didn't think Caleb's been through enough."
"I deserve that," Gabe admitted with a sad nod. "But hear me out. I didn't know that Lenny would go to such lengths just so that he didn't become some charity case. I honestly love that kid. He's my son too. I just... I just never thought he'd be so selfish." Shaking his head, the chef lifted his gaze firmly at David. "When I quit the Gene Stealers, Shark Tamer gave me two Original Serums, one for each of my sons. I never intended on using them. I wanted to give them to Caleb when I left town. I know he can make a cure from it somehow. It was how... How I was going to say goodbye..."
Gabe let out a ragged sigh. "But it looks like Shark Tamer beat me to the punch. He convinced Lenny who turned my sons into those... *things* and now all the serums have been used... I... I'm so sorry... I wish there was something I could do..."
Somehow, Caleb managed to prop himself up on the bed. His father was still gripping his paw tightly, afraid to let go. "Maybe we can get some of your blood and Elliot can use it as a cure?"
"We've already tried that," David answered. "The serum has infused with this asshole's DNA. It's impossible to differentiate it from his DNA."
"What about the darts? Is there some left?" Though he felt he already knew the answer.
"No. the restaurant was practically torn apart in the battle. Lars still has power over fire and he nearly burned down the whole block in his rampage. It's taking our most powerful shielding to keep him at bay now." David tore his gaze from Caleb for just a moment to stare concernedly at the one door out of the room. "He's still a super, Caleb. All the cures we've ever developed have just been for normal people. We don't know what effect a cure derived from your blood will do to him. Worse yet, if Zigzag Zapper is to be taken as an example, he has *double* the regenerative abilities. Any injures to himself drives him wilder and makes him more powerful." His eyes turned back into lasers directed straight at Gabe.
"*I did not know*!" snarled the panda. "I'm sorry that he's become what he's become. I was trying to protect Caleb!"
"Let's get one thing straight here, you fucking bamboo eater," growled David, jabbing a finger in Gabe's direction. "Caleb is *my* son\_.\_ Not yours. You did your part. I'm grateful for what you did for him. But as of this point, you come within ten *miles* of my son and I swear, I will throw you in a fucking metal box and hurl you into the *fucking sun!*"
Gabe's shoulder sagged and he took a step back. "Okay... I get it. For what it's worth. I am sorry. Really sorry. I didn't mean for any of this to happen." He closed his eyes, fighting back the tears. "I just wanted my sons back. I knew I was making a deal with the devil and I was naïve to think that they'd just let me go after the deal was done." He lifted his gaze. His cheeks were already soaked with tears, tears that had only just started again. "Listen, the Gene Stealers wanted me to do only one thing for them; destroy the *Reacher Corporation*. I don't know why but with all the bad publicity they're getting, I'm guessing they're about to go under. Why they wanted *Reacher* down, I can't tell you. But that was their target. I was also their first long-term Gene Stealer made active. The guy that's been one the longest apart from the original five." He raised his paws. "They wanted me to test my abilities at infection and bring down *Reacher*. That's all. Once I had done that, they gave me the medicine needed to wake up my sons."
Chimera was living up to his reputation of leaving his subordinates in the dark. Whatever master plan the leader of the Gene Stealers had, no one was clearly aware of it. Even that little bout between Dragon Knight and Zapper showed that the Gene Stealers were not really unified. They were all bound down... for one reason or another.
"I'll throw myself into whatever judgement or jail you want," Gabe said, lifting his paws up in surrender. "I just ask that you please let me see my sons and keep them safe."
David began growling again. "I asked you the same thing and look what happened to *my* son!? You're going away, buddy! You'll probably be frozen solid and *dissected* for what you've done! And your sons will -"
"Dad," Caleb interrupted softly, gripping his father's paw. His eyes lifted to Gabe. "I understand why you did what you did, Gabe. God knows, if any of my family were in danger I'd probably do something just as crazy."
David tugged at his paw a little, telling him to turn his gaze in his direction. "I know you would, Cale, but you'd never -"
"Dad," Caleb said, once again interrupting his father. "If you fell into a coma, I'd probably hunt down Wolf Christ and get him to wake your or I might even go into the goddamn past to do something similarly as crazy. Hell, while I'm at it I might even find out that my\_real\_ parents are me and some bimbo from the past and *that's* why I was left on the streets. Stranger things have happened." He smiled faintly. "We live in an age of superheroes. People have the ability to do some crazy shit. But honestly, I think the greatest thing anyone can do..." His eyes turned back to Gabe. "... is forgive someone."
Gabe's eyes widened, tears beginning to well up in his eyes. "You mean...?"
It hurt to grin but somehow, Caleb managed it. "Hey, help us subdue your sons and stop Lenny and Grizzly and I'm sure the world can forgive you. I mean look at Madman. He was crazier than you and *loved* being the bad guy but look what happened to him. Now he's a good guy. A bit of a horny asshole but still a good guy."
"Caleb, you can't be serious!" David shouted. "He's an Original!"
"So he's basically the same as Madman with superpowers," Caleb countered. "Besides, what do you propose we do? You were all buddy-buddy with Gabe yesterday at Crossover. Are you telling me that meant nothing?"
"I didn't know that he was an Original!" David flung a paw in Gabe's direction. "Everything he said-"
"Had nothing to do with him being a Gene Stealer." He replayed the words Gabe had said to David just last night. He had never detected any duplicity in them. "They were the words from one father to another." Caleb grunted as he pulled himself away from his dad and slipped off the bed. His chest hurt like hell but he straightened and turned defiantly towards his dad.
Gabe's words about his father wanting him to stand up for himself, carve his own path, rang in his mind. "Just because Gabe did one thing, dad, it doesn't automatically make everything else he did bad. He pulled me out of my depression when I killed those guys." He prayed his dad wouldn't point out that in some way, Caleb would never have killed those guys if it weren't for Gabe. "He gave me a job when you were practically suffocating me by interfering in every aspect of my life. He ate with us, laughed with us and he even helped feed us. Not everything a villain does is villainous. Just like everything a hero does is always good."
A fourth voice joined theirs. "But when a hero does a bad thing, it's character building. When a bad guy does something good, it's either redeeming or out of character." Ashton stood with his arms folded at the entrance to Elliot's room. "Guys, Rhiannon and the others are back from the battlefield. It's bad."
With some help from his father, Caleb staggered towards the atrium. Last he heard, Gabe's sons were making an appearance and tearing up the Twin Bridges alongside Grizzly. Ashton's announcement didn't give him any confidence. Upon seeing Mary's in Madman's arms and Ben angrily kicking several crates around, he knew it was bad. That Bren was emerging from his chamber in the Facility where he respawned wasn't too disheartening but it still added to the growing pile.
"What happened?" he asked.
"I was gonna ask you the same thing," Madman grunted. "Where's your boyfriend?"
A loud roar erupted from the Armoury, the only section of the Facility with any containment fields. Caleb didn't have the strength to reply. Madman had enough tact not to pursue the topic.
"They destroyed the South Bridge," Ben growled. There was blood caked on his arms and legs. It was hard to tell whether or not it was his. "One of those guys turned into a fucking giant gummy bear and tore up the bridge!"
"Gummy bear...?" Caleb echoed.
"I believe it was Ignacio who has the power to produce gelatine out of thin air," answered Rhiannon. She was standing beside Bren with her arms crossed. Her left ear was twitching, listening to some radio feed as she spoke. "Apparently, he can also infuse this same power into himself and transform into a massive, monstrous piece of confectionary. Miguel has the power to create incredibly sticky honey. Both are quite dangerous."
"What happened to Lance and his team?" David asked.
Rhiannon shut her eyes, pressing a finger to her ear. "Clean up. Looks like Grizzly and the others have retreated after the destruction of the bridge. Honey Bear and Gummy Bear went with them. Or perhaps they chased after them. It's hard to tell."
"Don't call them that!" Gabe snapped, his eyes filling with tears. "They're my sons! They aren't some themed supervillains!"
"Sounds like they are to me, gramps," grunted Madman, gently lowering the injured Mary to the ground. "We need to regroup. We can't fight them split up. I don't care why the *fuck* they're going after the bridges. All I know is I want to kick their ass!"
Caleb glanced around the room, at the injuries his friends had sustained and the freshly spawned Bren. Lars was missing but another roar from the Armoury reminded him where his boyfriend was.
"Rhiannon," David began, "any idea where they're hiding?"
"No," answered the Hound of Destruction. "I don't even know if they'll go after the bridge again. Whether or not they are still driven by primal instincts or not is debatable. Chasing after Grizzly could have been them just hunting down their prey."
"What about the people on the bridge? What about the people they infected?"
"Being rounded up by the Alliance. They can be handled. But the death toll is mounting as we speak. There were still a lot of people on that Bridge when it collapsed."
Gabe clenched his teeth tightly. The big panda fell to his knees, staring up at Rhiannon helplessly. Redemption for his sons seemed impossible now.
"It's not their fault," Caleb said, resting a paw on Gabe's shoulder. "Lenny tricked them. If anyone is to blame, it's Lenny. We need to find him. Stop your sons and bring Grizzly to justice." Lifting his gaze towards the others, he said, "Anyone have any ideas?"
Ben stopped kicking the dented crate long enough to fish his phone from his pants. "I can call the rest of the Alpha Pack. They'll want in one this. That'll even the odds."
David held up his paws. "Maybe not such a good idea. Remember, the Alliance is on this operation too and we don't want either side to start going at one another's throats after this is done."
"What choice do we have!? Those guys wiped the floor with us! If we don't get any more backup, West Cali will be have both bridges down and suddenly it'll be harder to smuggle drugs into the island!"
David's fury mounted again. "What!? That's why you're doing this? So your drug smuggling operation isn't hampered!?"
Bren stepped in between the two, holding up his paws. "Look, we all have our reasons but the fact remains that we need to come up with a plan to subdue these guys. Clearly, the fact that they're attacking a heavily populated area and can infect people wantonly is something we need to consider. So I would suggest we think about this tactically and -"
"Screw your tactics!" Madman growled. "I want to hunt those bastards down and tear off one of that fucking gummy bear's arms and eat it in front of him!"
Gabe charged at Madman, his super speed kicking in. His fist collided with Madman's jaw. The huge hyena only fell back a single step. "That's my son!"
"You mean the same sons that you drove to being crazy fucking thrill seekers, sent them into a coma and now they're supervillains because of the stupid shit you did to get them back?"
"Don't you fucking dare!"
Mary, weakened as she was, stepped in between them. "Calm down! This isn't helping!"
"Isn't it?" growled Madman, looming over them both menacingly, his lips peeled back in a snarl. "He's still their old man, right? I say we string him up, use him as bait and get those two bastards to surrender or I'll rip this Chinese giant raccoon's head off!"
"I'm Mexican!"
The atrium quickly devolved into a mess of arguments. Caleb's ears began to hurt. More insults were being thrown around than actual solutions. As metal spikes began rising behind his father and blood began thrashing around Ben, he pulled away from what would quickly become a melee. He followed the roars into the Armoury, wincing as every *bang* and *crash* echoed down the hallway of past weapons he had created.
The clean and tidy hallway was like the long, dramatic walk towards some dangerous meeting. It was dark with only the light from the small chambers where his sorted weapons stood and the centre pieces where his persistent weapons were kept illuminating his path. The eerie, blue containment fields remained still save for one near the end of the hall which constantly rippled and shook from impact. The roars and sounds of destruction grew louder with each pained step he took. Breathing became harder as he drew closer to Lars. Part of him didn't want to see his boyfriend... not as he was.
At the same time, he couldn't leave Lars like that.
Elliot was surprisingly sitting in front of the containment field, tapping away at his laptop. The shakes and shuddering of the containment field did little to faze him even as it made Caleb jump. Every time a big, black arm slammed against the barrier of blue, his heart broke a little more. Sometimes, red flames with flash across the shield but it would vanish a second later.
"Hey..." he greeted.
"Muscles," Elliot grunted, not even looking up.
"I'm surprised you didn't go to the atrium..." Caleb moved behind the orca. In front of him an *enormous* twelve-foot bear - possibly taller - stood hunched in the chamber beyond. Every muscle in his body was grotesquely sized. Each arm reminded Caleb of a girder, thick, hard as iron and capable of crushing a man with ease. Lars couldn't even move from where he sat at the centre of the room. His entire girth took up the entire back of the room. Though still well proportioned, his size kept him from truly being mobile.
It hurt seeming him like that.
For a second, he thought he saw a glimmer of recognition in the Doberman-turned-bear's eyes. Then Lars lashed out with his huge paws big enough to wrap around Caleb's chest with ease. The dagger-sized claws raked against the shield.
"I knew what was going to happen out there," Elliot murmured. "They're just a group of people held together by a single purpose but little else." He lifted his gaze briefly at Caleb, peering at him through his thick glasses. "Maybe also their relationships with you."
"Me?" he asked, surprised.
"Think about it. We're meant to be an 'Outsider' group but about half of our team aren't even Outsiders. Of us, only me, you and Mary are Outsiders. We've got a werewolf supervillain, a former Gene Stealer that hasn't come into his superpowers yet and your dad, an established superhero. Oh and we've got Bren who is basically just a clone of all the best spies in the world and Hotrod here..." He nodded at Lars. In response, Lars roared. A burst of flame erupted form his muzzle and covered their entire field of vision. Caleb flinched.
"Don't worry. The containment field is strong enough to keep us safe."
"Shouldn't you have planted anti-super field generators in there or something?" Caleb asked.
Elliot shook his head sadly. "We have. It does nothing." The orca looked up from his laptop, sighing miserably while staring up at Lars whose massive, twenty-four inch cock was dripping cum all over the floor. "The Original Serum did something to him. More than just turn him into a super. It stacked on his established baseline superpowers and enhanced his existing superpowers. Believe it or not, the generators *are* on but they're not strong enough to suspend all of his powers."
Caleb's jaw dropped in shock. "Really? Shit... You mean he's like a super-super?"
"That's one way of putting it," grunted Elliot. "Explains how someone like ZigZag Zapper was able to knock down several members of the Elemental Alliance and destroy entire city streets. If your boyfriend ever gets sane again, he'll be supremely strong." The orca gave him a sad smile. "Better watch out in bed."
"Yeah..." He glanced down at Elliot. "Any hope of a cure?"
The orca returned to his computer. "Like the other times you've changed, the serum has bonded with his DNA. I've got samples of what his DNA looked like before but I don't know what kind of damage I'll cause if I try to manually rewrite it. Plus with his super-super regeneration, any changes I make will just be undone a second later. I've run simulations." He gestured at his screen. "Then there's the whole thing about his regeneration overcompensating for the damage done. If I try, he's going to burst out of that field and we'll have a bigger problem on our hands."
"Is there anything we can do?" Caleb said, almost pleading. "Anything at all?"
"Sit here and hope that since he's technically an Original now, he'll be able to control himself and change back." Elliot responded. "In theory, we could've done the same with you but your body naturally adapted, your powers kicking in and fixing you while making you better at the same time." He shrugged helplessly. "I suppose you *could* try using your powers on Lars but I'm afraid you might end up turning him into an inanimate weapon of mass destruction instead of helping him." He gave Caleb a wry smile. "Or maybe a dildo so at least he'll be in you."
"Not funny," Caleb growled.
"Sorry." Elliot turned back towards his screen. "If only I knew how the Original Serum was created... Or even just had a drop of it. Maybe I'd have a lead. But... I've got nothing here. As far as I can tell, this level of genetics is *far* beyond modern knowledge. Even beyond the technology used during the Gene Wars. Back then, people just changed their species. This actually *grants* superpowers and even enhances them! I don't know where to start and I'm a super genius!"
Seeing Elliot frustrated was somewhat... comforting. He knew the portly orca was doing his best and all he could do was trust their resident wiz kid to come up with a solution. He sat down beside the orca, watching with a broken heart as Lars raged in the cell in front of him. Strangely, the situation made him laugh a little.
"You know... It's kind of ironic. Not too long ago, Lars was exactly in this same position." He nodded towards the cell. "I was in there, a horny, raving hyena spouting awful puns and he was out here, where I am now."
"I remember," Elliot chuckled. "You were doing your brother."
"Yeah," he snickered. "Somehow, you managed to make a cure for me. The needle wouldn't go into my arms so we had to stick it up my ass."
"I'll admit to having some sick satisfaction in seeing to you lift your tail for me," Elliot said with a smirk. "And I'm not gay. I just like the thought that you, a big, muscly, brick-headed jock would actually offer your ass to me."
"Don't get used to it," Caleb countered with a mocking sneer.
"I lucked out with that cure, you know," Elliot said at length. "I really didn't do anything. Your blood did everything."
Giving Elliot a light nudge with his elbow, he said, "You made it into the cure that was distributed all over the Island and the globe. I'm glad for that. The alternative was that you pumped all my blood out to make the cure."
"God knows your brain gets little enough oxygen as is."
He found himself chuckling softly even though the taunt was at his expense. Lars had stopped raging for a moment but he was staring at them hungry, big, black eyes staring at them both, darting between them with anger. Bursts of flames were shooting out of his nostrils.
"I'm sure you'll figure something out," Caleb said, patting Elliot's shoulder. It took a lot of effort to get up. His chest was feeling much better but he was still far from a fully recovery. "And hey, after this is all over, we can start calling him 'Smokey the Bear'."
Lars let out another roar, belching flames at them.
"I think he heard you," Elliot snickered. "Maybe there's still enough blood going to his brain instead of his cock to have some semblance of sanity." He turned back to his screen, a gentle smile on his lips. "You know, there are days that I sometimes wish I could be out there fighting alongside you, flexing my muscles and beating the bad guys with more than just my smarts. I mean, what kind of lame-ass superpower is 'super intelligence'?" He shook his head. "Then, I'm reminded of the fact that *that* can happen to me." He gestured at Lars. "And it's times like this that I realise that you never really appreciate what you have until you've lost it. I don't want to lose my intelligence. It's what makes me who I am. I'm fine in my room, surrounded by my videogames, action figures and my porn."
A ragged breath escaped Caleb. "Yeah... I know exactly what you mean. Sometimes I wish I was stronger... If I was a super, maybe I could've stopped Lenny from infecting Lars. But then, like you said, I could go all primal like Lars or Zapper and... " He let out a deep breath and quickly got to his feet. "You'll figure this out."
"Thanks. Where are you going?"
Caleb's brow furrowed, his eyes blazing with determination. "You take care of Lars in here. I'm going to take care of Grizzly and Lenny out there."
He turned and marched out of the Armoury, each step building his determination and strength. Though his chest still hurt form where Lars had struck him, it was healing and the pain was starting to dull. Shouts and some crashing from the atrium grew louder and louder, making him think of Elliot's words. They were a group held together barely by the barest of strings. There were bonds of friendship and affection as well as a common enemy but rivalries and predispositions got in the way.
Mary and Rhiannon hated one another.
Bren and David were constantly at odds for the direction of the team.
Madman was a horny bastard and Ben was a supervillain.
Lars was a superhero who had his future to fret over while Caleb was stuck in the middle of it all with no direction of his own.
These thoughts were cemented when he stepped into the atrium which had devolved into a melee. David's powers dominated the area but Madman's raw strength and Ben's devious mind kept shattering the walls of metal that he erected. Mary and Rhiannon were pulling at one another's hair on the floor while Gabe and Bren were probably the most civilised as they yelled at one another on the corner. Poor Ashton stood at the far end of the atrium, next to the door to the training room.
Caleb took a deep breath.
One... two... three... four... five...
"Fuck it..." he growled. He put two fingers to his lips and blew, letting out a shrill whistle. Everyone in the atrium froze and turned towards him. "Okay, from now on, we're doing what *I* want to do!" he shouted, fangs bared and hackles raised.
"Who died and made *you* king?" Madman snapped back.
"Jesus *Fucking* Wolf Christ," he growled back. "Listen up! I suck at speeches so I'm only going to say this once! I don't give a *fuck* about whether or not you're a supervillain" - he stared directly at Ben - "a superhero" - his eyes pierced David's stance, making his father stagger - "a former Gene Stealer or a current one." He pointedly stared at Madman and then Gabe. "We're all part of *Arsenal* now. Leave whoever you were at the fucking door or shut that same fucking door behind you and *leave!*"
The wide eyed stares he got were a little unnerving. Though he really didn't feel any anger, the rant sparked the fuel and started a raging inferno.
"We're *Arsenal*," he growled, storming through the atrium, pacing like a predator. "We're not just Outsiders. We're not just supers. We're not just heroes and or villains. We *are* West California Island. We represent every aspect of it. We're its people. We'll argue, we'll fight and we might even threaten global thermonuclear warfare if we got pissed off enough but through it all, we're going to protect our goddamn home!"
David began to lower his fists. The spikes and panels of metal that had sprung up began to shrink into the walls and floor, disappearing from view. Madman put down Ben and the tendrils of blood that were thrashing behind Ben slipped back into his blood-red fur. Mary got off Rhiannon. The Hound of Destruction got up and dusted herself off dramatically. Bren and Gabe turned away from one another to stare at Caleb.
"Right now, we've got a few crazies out there threatening our home," Caleb said, still snarling but with a slightly softer voice. "We've got family out there who are lost, scared and in need of help. We are *not* going to leave them out there. So this is what we're going to do."
He pointed at Ben. "Blood Wolf, I want you to call the Pack. We need their powers. Dad, I don't want to hear it!" David shut his muzzle immediately. "If Gummy Bear is going to go macro on us, we need Raging Hound to go macro too to counter him. Grizzly has become adept at creating super-level Gen3s as well and the more supers we have on hand, the less damage they'll cause." His eyes snapped towards Madman who went rigid upon his withering gaze. "Madman, go with Mary to the remaining bridge. I want you to get everyone off that bridge before Grizzly comes back."
He turned to Rhiannon. "Rhia, use your powers to discover where the remaining survivors are from the destroyed bridge. Get them out of there safe and sound. Take Bren with you." Then he turned to his David. "Dad, go to the Alliance. Gummy Bear and Honey Bear are *not* to be killed. We just want them captured."
Lastly, he turned to Gabe. "Gabe, you and me are going downtown."
"Where are we going?" the panda asked warily.
Caleb retrieved his phone and quickly dialled a number. "To make an announcement."
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*"My name is Gabriel Ramos. I am a victim of the Gene Stealers. My sons are Gummy Bear and Honey Bear. They were tricked into attacking the bridges, lured there by the betrayal of someone I considered a friend."*
Gabe's voice bellowed across the entire city, his face plastered on all the screens and dozens of emergency hovercars and helicopters hovering overhead from local news stations and police cars displaying his message from holographic projectors.
*"When a person is first infected by a Gene Stealer, they go wild, primal. My sons are victims. Please don't blame them for what they have done. On their behalf, I apologise for them."* Gabe sobbed, placing a paw against his head and brushing his hair back. *"I've not always been the best father. I've held onto them so tightly that they wanted nothing more than to push away. I've given them too much freedom that they had little guidance. I've made mistakes. But I just want my sons to come home..."*
Beside him, Weapons Master stood, gently placing a paw on Gabe's shoulder.
*"Miguel, Ignacio, if you can hear us,"* said the wolf, *"please come home. We know what you've done wasn't your fault. We can work this out. There are others that can sympathise with what happened. There are dozens of people who changed just like you and who couldn't control themselves after they changed. Please come back before anyone else gets hurt. Your dad misses you and doesn't want to lose you for a second time. We're at the WCIN broadcast centre."*
Lenny grunted, his fangs gnashed together in anger and pain. "Nooo..." he growled. "No... What is he... doing...!? Argh!" Unbearable pain rocketed up from his arm at the sight of his first injection. Though his body was that of a powerfully built bear, every fibre of his body felt like it was on fire. His arm constantly pulsated painfully like there was something growing in his very muscles and just *bursting* to get out. "What... What is happening to me!?"
"Oh... did I forget to mention?"
He spun around, his fangs bared. Though his eight foot body was still hunched in agony, he was still much taller than Shark Tamer. He felt he could crush the puny man between his enormous paws. They alleyway beside his apartment was completely abandoned so no one saw the shimmering blue portal behind him or the ominous Dragon Knight that loomed beneath the Gene Stealer geneticist.
"The Original Serum was originally made for Outsiders," Shark Tamer said through a devilish grin. "As I said, it only had the power to grant you baseline superpowers, the infection vector and the alternate form."
"You said I could get superpowers if I was emotionally charged!" Lenny roared, his rage building and building. As the fury built, his arm pulsated and twisted in agony.
"You *could*," responded Shark Tamer. "We've given you the foundations of a super. Theoretically speaking, it is entirely possible for you to develop superpowers on your own. But I \_may\_have failed to mention that every other experiment we've performed by applying the Original Serum to someone without a power has always resulted in the person becoming little more than a fleshy blob, barely sentient and in constant pain."
"What!?" Lenny lunged for the scientist but his legs suddenly gave out beneath him. He felt to his paws and knees. A glance over his shoulder and he watched in horror as the grotesque pulsating began rolling up his calves. It was like watching something bubble and boil beneath his skin!
"Oh yes," chuckled the Gene Stealer. "I believe it has something to do with the compatibility of Chimera's abilities with others. You see, while we like to believe that the only difference between a normal person and an Outsider is the presence of powers, in truth there is *some* genetic variance between them as there is some genetic variance between normal people and supers."
Shark Tamer began to pace, waving his hands extravagantly. "Outsiders and supers *already* have the capacity to grow into their powers from the onset. They have the genetic predisposition for it." Lifting a finned hand up towards the sun, the geneticist seemed to marvel at his own fingers. "They can grow, rapidly evolve into new powers and capabilities while other *normal* people are stuck with their genetics from the onset." He lowered his hand and grinned at Lenny. "That is how those fools in the government can detect supers or Outsiders. Each subject is naturally unique. This is because their genes have been developed and grown to accommodate their powers. For instance, Feral Steel's muscles are naturally harder and almost mirrors metal itself. He probably will age at a slower rate than everyone else. He might even never age at all. His son, Feral Fang, has fur that is almost like metal and can shift forms. Perhaps as time goes by, he can alter these transformations. These are all genetic mutations.
"Even Outsiders! In fact, Blade Babe's brain has mutated to develop a special lobe to allow for her psychic powers. It would not surprise me if she became omniscient at one point. Weapons Master's entire genetic structure is entirely adaptive and possesses this otherworldly quality that somehow allows him to reforge matter. Perhaps he is extra dimensional in nature. Who knows? For him, he probably will never stop growing more and more powerful as time goes by."
Shark Tamer turned completely towards Lenny, sweeping his hands towards the suffering bear. "But you! You are just a normal person. You do not have this genetic nature. Your genes are static." He loomed over Lenny. Though they were about the same height even with Lenny on his paws and knees, Shark Tamer still loomed over him. "When we infect others through our vectors, our abilities change their genes to mirror ours. We give them that ability to grow into powers. It was only recently that we have deciphered a method to accelerate this process with heightened emotions and grant people these superpowers from the onset. But we have not changed the Original Serum. Indeed, what you took would have made you just like Gabriel *had you been an Outsider.* Considering that you're not..."
"Y - Y - You lied to me!" Lenny snarled. The pain rolled up his chest and he fell flat on his face. The undulating of his flesh pushed him off the ground, forcing him to roll onto his back. It was like a beast was trying to escape from his chest cavity and it hurt like hell.
"Oh no. I told you the truth. My plan was for you to use the serums on Flare Blue and Weapons Master. Flare Blue to cripple *Arsenal* as there is no possible way they could ever stabilise that super and the resulting fallout would cause tension between them and the Elemental Alliance. Weapons Master so that he can create the cure to wipe the Ursa strain from ever being a threat to us. But now that you've infected \_yourself\_instead..."
Shark Tamer chuckled and leaned down towards Lenny, his teeth flashing. "I have the rare opportunity to test out an experimental formula." He lifted a vial of strange, bluish liquid in his hands, wiggling in front of Lenny's face. "So far, we've been able to grant the form and baseline powers to our... *volunteers*. We have never been able to grant specific powers. This should give you some form of power. What it is, I don't know. What it'll do to you, to your psyche, I don't know. It's purely experimental. Though I suggest if you don't want to turn into an infectious blob constantly writhing in agony and barely sentient, you take it."
The Gene Stealer bent down and deposited the vial right in front of Lenny.
"I'll just leave it right here for you to take." Shark Tamer glanced upwards as a police hovercar zoomed by, belting out Gabe's message. "If you want to stand on your own two feet, make your mark on the world, I suggest you do it soon. It looks like Miguel and Ignacio are on the move." He turned towards Dragon Knight.
"Their plan worked," the reptile answered darkly. "Feral as they may be, those two have come to the WCIN broadcast centre, devouring everything in their path. Shall I recall Grizzly?"
Shark Tamer nodded. "Yes. We already have the father and two sons. We may not have an Original but those three are more enough." He grinned broadly. "Let's not get involved in family disputes."
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"Weapons Master!"
Hank came charging through the door. Gabe's message was playing on a loop throughout the city while he sat next to the real panda in the 'green room' of the West California Island News broadcast centre. It was thanks to the fox and his connections with *GUYS* that they had managed to hijack the emergency frequency and plaster Gabe's face all over the island. It was all for the singular purpose of bringing Migs and Izzy towards the tower. All civilians had been evacuated from the area, giving them plenty of room for the battle that they knew was coming.
"We just got word," Hank said between heavy pants. "Gummy Bear and Honey Bear are tearing up the streets on their way here. They're eating everything in sight!"
"Don't call them that!" growled Gabe. "They aren't supervillains!"
Hank lifted his paws in surrender. "Erm... Sorry."
Gabe clutched his head in his paws and began sobbing again.
"Okay," Caleb said, patting the panda's broad shoulders. "Thanks Hank. You better clear out. It's going to get messy out here."
The fox grinned at him though it was a shaky one barely held up by courage. "And miss front row seats to the epic showdown between *Arsenal* and... erm..." His grin faltered.
"Suit yourself," Caleb answered with a smile. "Just stay safe." He picked up the shield of *Branding Iron*, still in his lupine form and started heading for the door. "Gabe, are you coming?"
The panda straightened and took a deep breath. After ten seconds, he let out his breath and nodded. "Yeah... I need to talk to my sons."
With Gabe by his side, Caleb stepped out into the streets. His phone was to his ear as he called the rest of his team. If his time helping Ralph on the defensive end in football taught him anything, positioning of his team was critical. Ben and David would arrive the fastest followed by Mary and Madman. The rest of the Alpha Pack would probably be joining in shortly in between the two teams. They needed to show their power to the two bears but without frightening them. Bren would probably be the last to arrive.
The crashing and banging from one direction down the street. There were no screams of panic or sirens. The entire block had been cleared out just for this purpose. Crystal bulls began springing up around him, six in total each with their own enormous axes at the ready. Gabe watched the crystals materialise, eyes wide in awe.
"You know, if we were ever really to go up against another in the field of battle, I doubt I could stand up against you."
"What are your powers anyway?" Caleb asked.
Gabe reached out towards one of the minotaurs. The moment his fingers touched the bluish crystal surface, a sound like ice cracking filled the air. The opaque, blue colouration faded to a clear almost diamond-like quality. Caleb always though the crystal minotaurs were hollow and when they shattered, that seemed almost the case. Now, his one crystal guard looked solid like it was carved out of pure, organic diamond.
"I can enhance the qualities of something I touch," Gabe replied, regarding his own paw. "Most of the time, I just used it to enhance the quality of my food, you know? I mean, how do you think I got my tacos to be so great?"
"I always thought that was just cooking talent."
The panda shrugged. "Maybe a little bit but it's my powers that made it truly extraordinary." A sigh escaped him as he clenched his paw into a fist and turned towards the sounds of destruction down the street. "I guess we all just use our powers the best way we can. I'm sure there are Outsiders or supers out there that don't know they're special and what comes naturally to them might just be something extraordinary to the rest of us. Some of us use it to help others like you. Others just try to make their ordinary lives better."
A loud bang caused Caleb to turn back towards the street. He could see to figures marching towards them. Occasionally one of the figures would break away and start munching on a nearby car. Somewhere above, a lone helicopter carrying a cargo crate flew by. No other aerial vehicles were allowed, not even news copters. "Then there are those that use their powers to make other people's lives worse."
A paw fell on his arm. "Migs and Izzy aren't those kinds of people," Gabe pleaded.
"I know." Caleb tightened his paw around *Branding Iron's* sword. "We just need to capture them."
"Do you have a plan?"
Caleb gave him a faint smile and shook his head. "Not really... Grizzly once mentioned that the more they ate, the more they came to their senses. If we just keep feeding them..."
*BANG!*
Both of them turned towards the approaching Migs and Izzy.
On the left was the broader Honey Bear which Caleb guessed was Migs. The broader stature, slightly shorter than the other and the large muscular build just screamed Migs. Short, golden fur clung to the approaching ursine's broad, ten foot form. Drops of golden honey fell to the ground from the tips of his paws. Similar to that, his fully erect fourteen inch cock was dripping thick wads of precum falling between his legs. Large balls coconut sized balls dangling between his ripped thighs. His black eyes were filled with the same hunger his brother shared.
Unlike Honey Bear, Gummy Bear appeared to be like a stereotypical muscle bear. He had a thick gut that pushed his thick abdominals to their limits. The belly protruded a little further away from his body than his pecs which were big, firm and sat comfortably on his broad chest, big, pink nipples standing out against his deep, dark fur with a strange tinge of green to them. His arms were big and strong just like his brother's but his legs were bigger, thicker, to support his larger weight. Just like his brother, Izzy stood with a thick sixteen inch cock that spearheaded his advance.
The focus of both bears was momentarily broken as Migs seized the door of a nearby car and tore it straight off its hinges. He split it right down the middle and handed one half to Izzy. Both began munching on it, their powerful jaws slicing through the metal while their eyes continued to stare at the two standing opposed to them.
"At least they remembered how to share..." Gabe murmured.
Caleb fought off the temptation to put up his shield. "Talk to them. They came here because of you."
Gabe nodded and stepped forward ahead of the small army of crystal bulls and Caleb. "Migs, Izzy. It's me. Your dad." He spread his arms wide like he was welcoming them into a hug. "I know you're still in there. Please, you've got to stop this. Fight off the instincts. Fight off the hunger!" He put a paw to his chest. "I know the feeling! Trust me. I know. It was hard but you're stronger than I'll ever be."
Tears were forming in his eyes as he shook his head. "You've always been stronger than me... I left home to find success here. I never had the courage to do the things you two did. The riskiest thing I've ever done is take Shark Tamer up on his offer. Even when I moved here, I already had connections and it was a safe venture. You two..." Gabe shook his head. "You remember that time you both went scuba diving on the beach deep enough so you could see the underside of the Island?" Gabe laughed at the memory. "I was \_so\_scared that you wouldn't come back up that I had called the national guard... Then there was the time you skydived over the Island! I kept telling you about the possibility you'd get impaled on one of the skyscrapers!"
Gabe lowered his arms as the two bears approached, slowing their advance. Caleb could see that Honey and Gummy were both snarling. There was little else to their eyes than pure hunger. He was growing increasingly worried.
"Caleb." He tried not to avert his gaze as Rhiannon stood beside him. No doubt no one else could see her. "Bren and I are on standby. Your dad and Ben have arrived. The Alpha Pack is watching the situation closely. Madman and Mary are a little caught up."
Caleb nodded shortly.
"I know I've never gotten the chance to tell you this," Gabe said just as the two bears were just a few feet from him. "But I've always been proud of you boys. I was worried but I've always been proud. I love you two. Nothing will change that."
Migs hovered over his father. His lips slowly began to relax, that snarl fading from his face. Gabe was smiling, no sense of fear in his eyes or his stance. Slowly, Migs bent down... and sniffed his father. Suddenly, Honey Bear's eyes went wide and that snarl came back. He pulled back, his fist rising and a tremendous roar erupting from his muzzle. Gabe's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped in horror.
"Gabe!" Caleb cried.
Migs' fist came crashing down. A wall of metal abruptly rose up between them. The huge paw caused a sizeable dent in the metal frame, only stopping within an *inch* of Gabe's nose. Feral Steel was suddenly beside Gabe, seizing his shoulder.
"Come on! Let's get you out of here before -"
The ground shook as another tremendous roar rocked the streets. The sun was blocked when a gargantuan, gelatinous monster rose from behind David's small barrier. Like watching a balloon being inflated, Izzy's form dissolved into a pure, green gelatine that grew and grew and grew until it towered over them all. More than ten storeys tall, the monstrous confectionary stayed true to his shape, possessing strong, firm pecs and vascular arms. Even his cock remained permanently erect, dripping thick wads of white gel onto the ground.
There was a matching roar from behind Caleb. Raging Hound, the massive macro werewolf of the Alpha Pack surged forward, stampeding across the street and crushing dozens of cars underfoot. He had a fist raised. For a second, Gummy Bear was stunned at seeing another giant. When Raging Hound's fist collided with him, though, he grinned. The werewolf's fist slipped right into Gummy Bear's chest, losing all momentum. Hound tried to pull his paw back but found it stuck.
"Kids are *never* going to look a gummy bears the same again," Caleb grunted, swinging his sword forward. "Charge!"
His crystal bulls charged forward as David pulled Gabe away. An explosion honey erupted from behind David's barrier, splashing in all directions. David ducked behind the bulls who immediately lifted their axes to shield the wolf and panda from the shower. Suddenly stuck together, the bulls became useless. Caleb swiped his sword through the air, dismissing the crystal constructs. They crumbled into a fine dust.
"Don't summon more just yet," Rhiannon advised. "Remember, you've got a limit. Don't just keep sending them to their deaths. Think tactically about this. You're a centurion here. You're the leader of a platoon. Their commander. Imagine these are the lives of real people. You do not just want to send them to their deaths."
Caleb nodded, remembering the pain he suffered when *Funny Bone* became overused. He quickly gauged the situation. Gummy Bear and Raging Hound clashed high above them, breaking the nearby buildings in their titanic battle. Honey Bear tore right through David's metal barrier, munching through it while staring hungrily at Caleb.
"Wait..." Rhiannon said suddenly, lifting her gaze. "What the...?"
"What? What's wrong?" Caleb demanded.
"There's another bear... He's attacking the Pack... Caught them off guard." She glanced back at Caleb. "I need to go."
Caleb nodded, wondering if Grizzly had made a reappearance. But fighting the entire Alpha Pack would've been a death sentence even if they had been caught off guard. He didn't need to worry too much. His eyes were focused on Honey Bear as he advanced, each angry stomp creating cracks in the ground.
With a sweep of his sword, another six crystal guards sprang up to flank him. David and Gabe stopped their flight behind him, David letting Gabe go as they both watched Honey Bear's cautious approach. Caleb's crystal guards marched in front of them all, forming a wall of bodies.
"Why did he suddenly attack?" Gabe begged. "I thought... I thought..."
"It might've been Grizzly," Caleb responded. "Rhiannon just said that another bear is attacking he Alpha Pack. I wouldn't be worried but that might've been what ticked him off. He must've caught their scent."
A blast of honey hit the wall of crystal bulls, binding them together. Caleb was just about to dismiss them when Gummy Bear's left foot crashed into a building to their right. The impact scattered dust and debris in all directions, spraying over the stuck bulls. Caleb narrowed his gaze through the mire, observing how the honey eagerly collected the dust to its surface. Above him, Raging Hound gave out a titanic roar. Thousands windows shattered with the boom of his voice, sending shards of glass raining down onto the streets. Caleb's eyes focused on the shards of glass that stuck into Gummy Bear's form, sinking into the mass and staying there.
More glass forms shattered as Honey Bear smashed through the small wall of crystal bulls. Though none of the honey stuck to his fur, it formed a sticky mass at his feet. Even the broken glass stuck together. Crystal arms and remnants of the minotaurs remained while those still standing could not move without altering the movements of fallen.
Caleb swung the crystal blade of \_Branding Iron\_through the air. More of his crystal bulls came springing out all around him, a whole twenty of them.
"Weapons Master! Pace yourself!" David warned. "You'll overuse *Branding Iron* at this rate!"
"What?" Gabe asked.
As David explained the mechanics of Caleb's powers, Weapons Master continued to summon more and more of his army of crystal guards. They advanced as a single unit, an army closing in on Honey Bear. Fear flashed in front of Migs' eyes, the first emotion he had that wasn't hunger or anger. He backed away a few steps. He regained his composure quickly and flung his paws forward. Jets of sticky honey blasted out of the tips of his fingers, miring the masses of minotaurs.
But they moved as a single unit.
No one impeded the other as they marched forward towards Migs.
Honey Bear's eyes widened and he fired his golden goo at the ground. The first row of crystal guards were instantly stuck to the asphalt beneath. But the second row just moved around them and continued their organised march. Migs took another step back but then found a crystal arm wrap around his chest. The bulls he had thought he had brushed past were suddenly pulling him down to the ground. Though they were restrained, it didn't matter, they were still warriors to the end.
Migs let out a pained and panicked cry.
His brother, Gummy Bear heard his shout and glanced down briefly. Seeing his brother quickly becoming overwhelmed, Gummy Bear pushed Raging Hound away, sending the werewolf a few gargantuan steps back. Izzy reached down with one jet-sized, gelatinous paw. He smashed the minotaurs advancing upon Migs. The amount of damage he could do to their crystal shape was minimal especially when, on Caleb's command, they all dove straight *into his arm*. Suddenly weighed down by the dozens of constructs within his arm, Izzy straightened and could only raise his opaque green arm, staring in horror as the minotaurs *swam* through his limb towards his shoulder.
"Now!" Caleb shouted.
All the bulls suddenly swung their axes, slicing through Izzy's arm from the inside. They tore right through his 'flesh', severing the limb from the shoulder down. Gummy Bear let out a roar and clutched his lost limb, taking a staggering step back.
Seeing his opportunity, Raging Hound stormed back down the street, leaping clear over Caleb, Gabe and David. His enormous body collided with the stunned Gummy Bear. The two went down at the intersection a short distance away, the werewolf on top and tearing at Gummy Bear with his claws.
Caleb hoped the damage was not permanent.
A cry from nearby brought him back towards Migs who broke free of his captors, golden honey scattered all around him mixed with the remnants of Caleb's minotaurs.
"D... D... Dad...?" growled Honey Bear. The moment or recognition vanished and he let out another thunderous roar.
Caleb swung *Branding Iron*.
Pain erupted from his wrists, the same jabbing, blinding pain he had experienced with *Funny Bone*. He staggered, falling to his knees and dropping \_Branding Iron's\_sword. Both shield and sword began to emit the same eerie, blue glow, sprouting feathers while burning Caleb's very flesh with its touch. His first instinct was to drop the shield too. Suddenly Honey Bear was above him and it was all he could to grit his fangs in pain and bring up that very same shield.
*BANG! BANG!*
Migs' enormous fists came down on the shield like hammers. Caleb's arm quickly grew numb with the pain.
"Get off my son!"
David collided with Honey Bear, the two tumbling to the ground, grappling in close combat. Though he was smaller, David was more experienced in combat and he quickly sent Honey Bear onto to his back.
Caleb grunted and seized *Branding Iron's* shield. He had just unlatched it when Gabe's black paw resting on his. The panda, looking so serene and apologetic at the same time, place his other paw on the glowing *Branding Iron*. The pain instantly faded and the glow ebbed. Five seconds later, *Branding Iron* no longer burned like it was laced with acid. Even the sword ceased to glow. Caleb tenderly picked it up, eyes on Gabe in awe.
"You know, after this I think I'd like you to join *Arsenal*."
Gabe's eyes softened. "Really?"
"It'd be the safest place for you and your sons." He grunted as he staggered to his feet. As he rose, crystal minotaurs rose with him. "You'd be an incredible asset to the team. Only way you're ever going to be free of the Gene Stealers is to defeat them once and for all. And hey, how often can you say that you have two guys who can turn jelly and honey into weapons."
The smile on Gabe's face was genuine, the same smile he wore Migs and Izzy first woke up. "Thank you, Caleb." He threw his arms around Caleb, hugging him tightly. "Your father was right. Miracles do happen around you."
*"Nooooooooo!"*
They both peeled away from another just as something big and black came crashing down towards them. Caleb shoved Gabe away and rolled backwards.
*CRASH!*
Dust and debris sprayed into his eyes. He grimaced and quickly brought his shield up, trying to make out the figure slowly rising from the cloud of dust. Whoever it was, he was big. Bigger than any of the other bears he had seen yet.
"Lars...?" he whispered.
As the dust cleared, the big, black bear that he was not the former Doberman that he recognised. There was not adorable and manly crest of thick, brown chest fur. This guy was just jet black, black as the night. As the bear rose up to his full twelve feet in height, his muscles bunching even as most of them relaxed, Caleb noticed something... strange about him. He could actually *see* the pulsations in his veins. Large muscle groups visible twitched like they were hit by some constant, extreme spasms.
Somehow... he just knew...
"Lenny...?"
"Kodiak," growled the bear, fangs flashing in a sinister grin. "My name is Kodiak now." He took a step towards Caleb, the ground shaking beneath his feet. "Like the new me, Hale?"
Caleb had to retreat a step. Even as his crystal centurions moved to protect him, he felt like the biblical David against the monolithic Goliath. Though he knew how that story ended. "What happened to you?"
Lenny - no, *Kodiak -* let out a bitter laugh. "Turns out, Original Serums don't work on ordinary people. Apparently, supers and Outsiders have it in their genes to grow into their powers. The Generations get their powers because on some level, they have their DNA recalibrated to be almost the same as the Original they are modelled of. Just enough to give them the capacity to develop superpowers but not enough to make them complete... What did he call them...?" Lenny clicked his fingers dramatically. Ever movement seemed to cause him pain, his muscles twitching like there were dozens of tiny worms wiggling in his muscle fibres. "... Thralls. That's right. Genetically similar but mentally different. But when used on a normal person without powers...?"
Kodiak let out a bitter laugh and spread his arms. "I don't get powers and the baseline superpowers aren't compatible with my body!" He looked mad as he gave Caleb a grin. The lower half of his face said that he was loving the power while the upper half knew what he was doing was crazy but he couldn't stop himself. "My body is tearing itself apart!"
"We can help you," Caleb said, lowered his shield slightly. "Just... Don't do anything rash."
"You can't help me," answered the monstrous bear. "No one can. And I certainly won't be your charity case again!" His paws closed into fists, claws capable of tearing Caleb in two flashing briefly. "I won't be looked on with pity by the world! I won't be a victim!"
"You won't be. You just -"
"Shark Tamer gave me an experimental 'cure'," snarled Kodiak. "I stupidly took it." He lifted a fist, his paw shaking madly. "I got superpowers now but that only made it worse. I can feel the power building in me. Constantly building!" He closed his eyes. "If I don't use my powers... Every part of me hurts! I... I just got to punch something!"
He spun, bringing his fist crashing against one of the crystal constructs. The bull immediately shattered against the enormous weight of his blow. A roar escaped his lips.
"Everyone!"
All eyes turned down the street. Rhiannon stood at the other end of the street. Behind her was the Alpha Pack. All of them looked terrible. Some were walking strangely like their legs limbs had been broken. Samson was carrying his wife in his arm and she looked like she was slumbering softly. In Rhiannon's arm's was Bren and he too looked strangely asleep.
"He has the power to put anything he punches to sleep!" Rhiannon shouted. "One hit on a limb and it'll go numb! First hit on your head -"
"And you get drowsy," shouted Samson. He looked like he was difficulty concentrating. The titanic werewolf, his black fur striped with grey like a tiger was having difficulty standing up. The leader of the Alpha Pack fell on his knees. Ben was beside his father, keeping him up straight and keeping his slumbering mother in Samson's arms.
"Second strike and you to sleep," added Rhiannon. She dropped Bren on the ground rather roughly. "Third strike..."
Caleb's eyes darted straight back to Kodiak. That grin was plastered once more on Lenny's face; the look of one in agonising pain but enjoyed the rush of power that pain gave. He wasn't sure if Lenny was just driven mad by the pain or he was just lashing out.
Kodiak took a lumbering step forward and Caleb retreated a step.
"Lenny -"
"It's *Kodiak!*"shouted the bear. "And don't try to talk me out of this, Hale."
"You've made a mistake, I get it!" Caleb exclaimed, holding up his paws. "But we shouldn't let regret rule our lives! You can't let your anger at yourself push you down a path. It'll just lead to more mistakes!"
"You think I regret this?" laughed Lenny, holding up his paws. His fingers began to jerk uncontrollably. "Okay, it's got its downsides. But do you know what I am?" His grin obtained a greater confidence than his stance belied. "I am a Generation 4, Hale! I'm the first ever artificially created Original! From a *normal human being!* No superpowers! Not even an Outsider!" He pressed a paw against his chest, wincing as the contact seemed to cause his massive pectorals to ripple. "I've got my flaws but now I'm valuable to the Gene Stealers! This is the path I chose! I'm not reliant on them! They're reliant on *me!* For once, someone is counting on me!"
Gabe's broad form suddenly appeared in front of Caleb, holding his arms out to his sides. It wasn't an invitation for a hug; it was a defensive position stopping Kodiak from passing. "I always counted on you. Without you, my restaurant would have sunk after a few months. I couldn't cook and serve at the same time. You kept me sane. You were my son, Lenny."
Kodiak's grin turned immediately into a feral snarl. "Then you should've done a better job raising me."
His fist came swinging in from the left. Gabe lifted his arm to defend. When the blow hit, there was enough force send Gabe's feet sinking into the asphalt beneath him. The panda remained standing, a testament to his incredible strength. But the moment Lenny pulled his arm away, Gabe's arm went limp. The panda stared at his limp limb in horror.
Kodiak grinned and lifted his other fist -
"No!"
Honey splattered all over the big, black bear's lifted arm. From some distance away, Honey Bear, pinned down by several bands of metal across his chest and arms, was reaching towards Kodiak, honey forming a link between his fingertips and Kodiak's arm.
"You should've stayed down!" Kodiak roared.
*BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!*
Metal panels suddenly erupted from the ground and clamped together around Kodiak's arms, pinning them in place. Another panel snapped around Kodiak's neck, weighing him down and forcing him to lurch forward.
"And you should\_never\_ have messed with my son or his boyfriend!" David shouted. "Gummy! Do it!"
Just behind David, Izzy - back to normal size - swung his big paws at Kodiak. A cube of jiggling, green gelatine sprang up from the ground and encased Kodiak from the neck down. Kodiak roared in frustration as he suddenly found himself trapped.
Seeing his sons once more sane, Gabe let out a joyful laugh and hurried towards them, clutching his limp arm. David graciously released Honey Bear who sprang to his feet and was the first to fully embrace his father. Gummy Bear joined in. It was strange seeing the two sons actually be bigger than Gabe but the tears of pride and joy streaming down Gabe's cheeks put all size differences as secondary.
"Dad... I'm so sorry," Migs said. "We just wanted to help..."
"That bastard lied to us," growled Izzy, eyes staring daggers at the furious Lenny.
Gabe opened his eyes, looking over his shoulder at Lenny who continued to rage where he stood. "He was just trying to forge his own path in a cruel world that kept taunting him with what others had and he didn't." He slowly pulled away from his sons and turned towards Kodiak. For the first time, the trio actually looked like a family. "Lenny -"
"Kodiak! I'm Kodiak!"
Gabe shook his head sadly. "Lenny, you're angry at everyone else because they have what you don't. You hate Caleb for having a loving family, for accepting him for who he is. You hate me for doing this to the city." He waved his paw around at the destruction round him. "And you hate your parents for kicking you out for being who you are." Gabe levelled a gaze at the raging bear. "But you know what? You've *never* taken the blame for your own actions. Why blame Caleb for putting all the hard work into making his parents proud? Why blame him for fighting for the island? Why are you blaming me for trying to save my sons when I was going to go to all lengths to provide you with the same comfort and love that I gave them? Did you even talk to your parents about what you wanted to do before you just dropped it on them? Have you even talked to them since then?"
Gabe shook his head. "A great guy once told me... 'We live in an age of superheroes. People have the ability to do some crazy shit. But honestly, I think the greatest thing anyone can do is forgive someone.'" Gabe dropped his gaze. "But I don't think anyone can forgive you when you can't even see your own mistakes or forgive yourself."
He turned away from Lenny. "Goodbye."
Lenny's eyes flared up in anger. "NO! Don't you turn your back away from me! I said don't you fucking turn away from me!"
The gelatine containing his body suddenly began to shake violently. Before Caleb could give a shout of warning, Lenny's right arm broke free of both David and Izzy's bonds, tearing through the metal and gelatine in a shower of silvery shards and green goo. He pulled his left arm out a second later. He brought both arms crashing downwards, tearing through his gooey prison. With a roar, he closed the distance between himself and Gabe. The panda barely got to turn around before Lenny's titanic fist came crashing around and striking his jaw. Gabe went down like a heavy sack of potatoes.
"Dad!" Migs cried.
Being so close, he didn't get the second he needed to turn back and defend himself from Lenny. The angry Kodiak's fist slammed against Migs' chest and his entire body went limp. A cube of green jelly encased Lenny's paws but the big bear just charged straight at Izzy and kicked the smaller bear's knees. Izzy fell forward, legs unable to support his weight. David surged forward but before he even got to fly a yard, Kodiak was driving his fist into his spine.
Caleb watched his dad topple to the ground, eyes wide in horror as his entire body became unresponsive. He met Lenny's eyes as Kodiak advanced. The Pack let out ferocious roars and those still capable of fighting charged, unleashing their powers. Caleb hurriedly reached for his phone.
"Elliot! Do it!"
*"Are you sure...?"*
"Trust me!"
Even with the numbers of the Pack, just a slight touch from Lenny sent anyone who tried to grapple with him falling to the ground as their body parts fell asleep, the uncomfortable sensation of pins and needles making them wince. Even the indomitable Samson fell to his knees in front of Kodiak. The big bear snarled at the leader of the Pack before sending him to the ground with a backhanded blow. Samson was asleep before he hit the ground.
"Every time I use my powers, the pain goes away," growled Kodiak, stomping forward through the bodies of the Alpha Pack. "If the Gene Stealers won't help me, then I'll just keep charging through the whole goddamn world if I have to until someone stops me!" He lifted a finger, pointing his dagger-like claws at Caleb. "And I'll start with you, Hale!"
Caleb narrowed his eyes and brought up his shield. "Better think again, *Lenny.* There's someone else that wants a piece of you."
"Oh yeah?" answered Kodiak cockily. "Who?"
"My boyfriend."
For a second, Kodiak's brow furrowed in confusion. "You're -"
Somewhere above, the cargo crate carried by the lone helicopter sprang open. A pair of black eyes eagerly saw freedom and rushed out to the fresh air. Even though he was about a mile or two above the ground, the feral, superpowered bear didn't care. It was sweet freedom. In anger, the very same bear flung his fists around and launched a torrent of flame straight at the remotely controlled helicopter that had kept him from sleep and had carted him around like an animal. The vehicle exploded, catching the attention of the audience below him.
Lars McLeod let out a ferocious roar, his entire body suddenly being encased in blistering flames. Like a massive, furry meteorite, he came crashing down onto the battlefield. Kodiak let out a horrified cry and -
*BOOOOM!*
Lars landed, sending a burst of flame and debris everywhere. Lenny was knocked off his feet. Caleb's crystal guards had positioned themselves in front of all *Arsenal's* prone allies, defending them from the assault. Caleb lowered his shield slowly and took a deep breath.
"Come on, Lars..."
What hope he had of his boyfriend gaining some sense was quickly extinguished when a tremendous roar filled the streets. The \_enormous\_form of the Doberman-turned-bear came charging through the temporary smokescreen. He collided with the slightly bigger Lenny, the two of them crashing through the asphalt, tearing up the road. Lars brutally lifted his paws, encasing them in flames and bringing them crashing down upon Lenny's face. In desperation, Lenny countered with his own blows. For a moment, Lars' arms went limp but then the out of control supernatural regeneration kicked in, causing the muscles to bulge and reawaken.
*"How did you know...?"* Elliot asked.
"I didn't," Caleb replied with a relieved grin. "I just didn't want Lars too far away."
In the face of Lars mounting strength and his powers practically helpless, Kodiak could only throw his paws up in surrender. Lars showed no mercy. Flames blasted out of between the bear's open muzzle, coating Kodiak brutally. The stench of burnt flesh filled the air. If that wasn't enough, Lars had to be almost a tonne in weight and he was sitting on Kodiak's chest, crushing the air out of him.
Caleb was tempted to just leave him there, let Lenny feel the weight of his crimes. There was some delicious irony in the beast that Kodiak had created being the very thing that killed him. For what he did to Lars, he deserved every punch, every burning breath and every ounce of weight that crushed the life out of his body like a half-empty toothpaste tube.
But Caleb took a deep breath and counted to ten. He made every count as long as possible. But when he reached ten, his crystal bulls seized Lars' arms and pulled the gargantuan bear off Kodiak. Lars smashed through them in his primal rage but it was enough to bring the bears attention towards Caleb.
"That's enough!" shouted the wolf, staring pleadingly at his boyfriend's eyes. "Lars... it's me. Please." Every muscle in his body warned him to lift his sword and shield but he refused. He was not going to lift his weapons against Lars. "I know you're in there. Please, Lars. Fight it! I know what you want! I know the need is strong but you're stronger!"
The deafening roar that answered him brought little hope.
Realising he had to subdue his boyfriend, Caleb lifted his shield and sword. "I love you too, bud," he whispered.
Seeing him armed, Lars charged, swinging his flaming fists wildly. Caleb swung around, sword outstretched. Pure crystal launched out of the ground like water, curling around him in a broad ring and quickly solidifying like ice. The crystal sculpture was easily shattered by Lars as the gargantuan fourteen foot bear charged through it, arms flailing. Large shards of crystal flung through the air as Lars' basketball sized paws can rushing towards Caleb's exposed back. Those very same shards suddenly charged direction in mid-air and shot straight towards Lars like pelting rain made of a daggers. Lars was momentarily blinded by the shower, giving Caleb the opportunity to bolt a good few yards away.
He spun back around and thrust his shield forward. Crystal erupted from the walls of the nearby buildings, coming to join directly in the middle into a single wall. With his thrust, that same wall surged forward, cringing against, concrete, asphalt and glass. The force of the advancing wall tore lampposts off their hinges and carried cars off the sidewalk. Lars, still stunned, was suddenly pushed back by the wall.
*BOOM!*
The crystal wall shattered, a sphere of flames at the epicentre of its breach. Caleb growled and thrust his shield forward again, another crystal wall appearing. As it began to advance, he thrust \_Branding Iron's\_blade into the ground. Blades of crystal nearly as tall and wide as he was shot upwards from the ground, chasing the wall and leaving spires of crystal where they passed.
*BOOM!*
Lars burst through the crystal wall easily but as he crossed it, the spires of crystal erupted from beneath him. The bear roared as he was carried seven feet into the air, the crystal blades spearing his flesh. The wounds instantly healed, his muscles bunching and growing even bigger, \_crushing\_translucent blue rocks with their growth alone.
"You can't just keep hurting him!" Rhiannon shouted. "You need to subdue him!"
*Branding Iron* began to grow hot in his grip. Somehow, he knew he was reaching the weapon's limit.
"Rhia! I need *Funny Bone!*"
The Hound of Destruction waved her paws through the air, weaving a spell. *Branding Iron* disappeared in a flurry of white lights around him, replaced by *Funny Bone's* strong armguards and billowing, spotted cape. The crystal spire began to crack under Lars' raging and weight. Caleb reached deep into himself and *Funny Bone*, triggering his change from wolf to hyena. Lars flung his head back. Blistering, red flames burst from his body, shooting in all directions and filling the air.
A massive, bone-white club cleaved through the flames, slamming into the heated ground. Spires of bone shot up from the ground, rising to an intimidating thirty feet high. They formed a solid ring around Lars, containing the flames he produced. The ring of bones closed behind Caleb, not standing to his full height as a hyena. Locked away from the sight of anyone else, Lars burst from his crystal restraint, baring his fangs with flames licking out from between them.
"CALEB!"
For a second, he thought some part of Lars was shining through the savagery of the bear. Perhaps there was but Caleb couldn't risk it. His dad and friends were prone and in the firing line of his savage boyfriend. He couldn't let them fall prey to Lars no matter how much he cared for the Doberman. He let out a brief hyena laugh at the thought that how he felt must mirror how Gabe felt when Shark Tamer gave him that first offer.
"I'm sorry bud," he murmured softly. Then he straightened, took a deep breath... and returned his own challenging roar.
Lars replied with a blinding charge. His incredible mass made him slow. Super or not, his titanic fifteen foot height made it impossible to move at the blinding speed he was used to. Though every step shook the very ground beneath Caleb's feet, Lars' movements were slow and cumbersome. Caleb was suddenly faster than his boyfriend and with the added strength of his hyena shape, he ducked between Lars' legs, slamming his massive bone club against his boyfriend's kneecaps. He winced while Lars roared at the sound of bone smashing and it wasn't the club either.
True to Rhiannon's lessons, Caleb maintained his momentum. He leapt up onto Lars' back and brought his club down onto Lars' head over and over and over again, hoping the next blow would be the one to knock out the bear. It only made Lars madder. Though on his knees, Lars still managed to seized Caleb by the scruff and hurl him towards the wall.
*BAM!*
Caleb burst right through the bone wall, Lars' enhanced strength plus the solidarity of his barrier hitting him like he had been hit by a speeding passenger plane. He didn't even feel it when he hit the ground, there was already too much pain.
"Caleb!"
He was sure that was his father but his ears rang too much from the impact. Through his blurred vision, he rolled onto his belly, trying to push himself back to his feet. The brown of his fur began to fade back into his usual black and white colouration. He became vaguely aware that *Funny Bone* was hanging limply on his shoulders. The left arm guards were gone.
A powerful fist seized his scruff and lifted him into the air. Desperation took over. He pulled free of *Funny Bone* and toppled to the ground. Lars loomed over him, throwing aside the weapon. The big bear reached down for him, big paw coming down to crush Caleb in his massive grip.
"Caleb!" Rhiannon cried.
Suddenly, Caleb felt the straps and weight of \_Crude Claw\_around his wrists. He flung his clawed paws forward, black, sticky oil lashing out from the ground and splashing all over Lars' eyes. His boyfriend flung back, clawing at his eyes to get the sticky mess off. It was only three seconds of distraction but by that time, Caleb managed to put a good few yards distance between himself and Lars. The moment their gazes met, Caleb instinctively flung his paws forward. Oil sprang up from the ground around him, lashing out in the shape of enormous, black tentacles. They smacked against Lars. It only gave the bear about a second to shrug off the damage and advance slowly.
Caleb retreated two steps for every one that Lars made.
*SMACK!*
"Come on, Lars!" he pleaded. "Snap out of it!"
*SMACK!*
"I'm your boyfriend!"
*SMACK! SMACK!*
Even two tentacles striking at once only made the bear angrier.
"What about New York!?" he bellowed, thrashing madly, the tentacles slapping against Lars. "What about Christmas and New Years!?" Two tentacles wrapped around Lars' legs, trying to pull him off balance. The super just stomped on them both, splashing oil on his fur. "What about kissing just as the ball drops!? What about our first time!?"
Lars' eyes blazed.
Caleb pulled his paws back for another strike... then he realised he had just made a terrible mistake.
Lars was now covered in oil.
*Flammable* oil.
The bear pulled his muzzle open, the starting of fire burning deep in his throat.
"No... Lars! Don't!"
Lars pulled his head back, eyes filled with nothing but primal fury.
Images of the bear burning like those bears had burned at the onset of the Ursa Strain, their bodies writhing in agony as their flesh melded together painfully... It was probably the only way he could subdue Lars. But then there were those bears that he had killed at the bowling alley... Those dead, cold, accusing eyes... all of them asking a single question...
*Why?*
*Whump!*
Lars suddenly froze. Caleb shut his eyes tightly, pressing his cheek against his boyfriend's oil-soaked fur, his fur growing slick with the black liquid. He could feel the flames burning deep within Lars' chest, just read to burst out and engulf them both.
"I'm not going to let you go," he pleaded through grit fangs. "I'm *never* going to let you go! You said I raise you up! I don't care if I'm a pile of ash, burning in hell or a dead in the ground, I'm *not* going to give up on you! I'm *not* going to stop trying to make you better! Whatever it takes!"
*Thump-thump-thump-thump-thump.*
His ear was pressed right up against Lars thick chest. The bear's heavy breathing was broken by the constant licking of flames deep within him. Somewhere through it all, he could just barely make out his boyfriend's thunderous heartbeat.
*Thump-thump-ka-thump-thump-ka-thump.*
A rapid beating, the drums of war and the march of an army of berserkers. Amidst the storm, Caleb stood, holding onto that one faint hope that somewhere in that rage and somewhere in the primal instincts, his Lars stood.
*Thump-thump-thump-thump...*
Lars' heartbeat... it suddenly stopped...
Was that the beast calming at long last...?
Slowly, Caleb peeled his eyes open... just as an ethereal white feather danced in front of his eyes. Puzzlement crossed his features as another feather followed it... followed by a third and fourth. His eyes were drawn to the source of the feathers... Lars.
"No... No! No! No! Not like this!" he pleaded, pulling away from Lars.
The bear's entire body was encased in brilliant blue light. Feathers were sprouting from him, the gargantuan ursine form shrinking like every feather that sprouted from him ate away at his mass. He was unmoving, frozen like a statue with his arms stretched out wide like he was being crucified.
"NO!" Caleb cried, launching himself at his rapidly vanishing boyfriend. The moment his paws touched Lars, they sizzled like he was touching burning metal. It was at that moment that he realised he was no longer wearing *Crude Claw.*
He staggered back, clutching his sizzling palms. All he could do was watch helplessly as little by little, the towering bear that his boyfriend had become faded. Around him, the members of the Alpha Pack slowly began to recover from Lenny's assault, clutching one another with pity in their eyes. Gabe, in the arms of his son shed tears for Caleb. David clutched his heart, remembering the pain of losing his own first love all too well.
"Lars..." Caleb whispered between sobs. He ducked his head, the weight of his crime too heavy for him to keep his head up. "I'm so sorry..."
There was so much he wanted to do together... They had *just\_made it official and suddenly... \_this*. It felt like fate was toying with him. He wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. More than anything, he wanted to \_kill\_Lenny for bringing this on. That rage bubbled up over the rest of his emotions and with shaking paws, he slowly opened his eyes...
... and found a paw on his shoulder.
"Caleb...?"
Caleb immediately straightened, eyes wide in shock.
There was suddenly a flurry of feathers sprouting from the paw on his shoulder. They peeled away from the tips of the broad fingers like some divine wind was blowing the top layer of sand from a surface. Short, dark brown fur was unveiled attached to strong paws built and trained for catching a football. Broad forearms covered by the black metal plates of arm guards attached to clawed gloves coated in thick, coarse, black fur were revealed next. Biceps and triceps that had hundreds of perfect passes in their history were rid of the same, blue glow. Caleb followed the quickly retreating border of the glow, staring through the flurry of white feathers as they crawled up those arms and onto the broad, heroic shoulders coated in the snarling, bear-head shaped shoulder pads. He had to wipe the tears from his eyes quickly for he didn't want to waste a second of the miracle.
A familiar neck, long, narrow muzzle spotted with a light brown lower jaw and those cute little, brown spots that were like eyebrows brought met the sun's kiss. Soft, brown eyes full of clarity and surprise met his own startled blue eyes. A metal helmet complete with two horns curling downwards blocked Caleb's view of what had to be an illusion.
To make sure, he reached up and removed the helmet.
"Lars...?" he croaked.
The Doberman gave him a shaky smile. "Hi."
Caleb couldn't believe his eyes. Or his touch. Even his sense of taste was put into doubt but the more he pressed his lips against Lars, his tongue confirming what he was quickly confirming to be truth, he began to believe.
He pulled away, unable to keep himself from grinning and even laughing a little through his tears of joy.
"Aren't you going to say something?" Lars laughed softly, his own tears soaking his cheeks.
"Pinch me, I'm dreaming."
The Doberman gave him a puzzled look, flicking one ear downwards. "What?"
"Forget it!" Caleb cried in, throwing his arms once again around his boyfriend. "You're back! You're back!" He pressed his lips against Lars' once more, jumping in place and practically humping the Doberman.
A deep, warning growl made him pull away and he broke the kiss without unwrapping his arms. Lars' brow was furrowed in concentration. For a second, his fur looked a little shaggier than usual and his shoulders inflated with more mass. Lars held up a finger as he grunted and pushed the change back.
The Doberman shook his head. "Wow... Sorry... I... I almost lost it there. I guess I sort of start to change when I'm horny..."
"I can live with that!" Caleb laughed. He nuzzled Lars affectionately. "Fuck... I thought I was going to lose you..."
Lars' strong arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly. "Yeah... I'm sorry I made you worry."
Suddenly, Lars' grip around Caleb tightened and he suddenly moved Caleb to the side. A shadow loomed over them both, blotting out the sun. Caleb only had the time to look up to find the twitching, unstable form of Lenny looming over them both, fist raised.
Lenny's eyes were filled with jealousy, anger and frustration. He was blinded by the pain in his body and of the weight of his mistakes. As his fist came down, Caleb couldn't help but feel pity for the guy.
*WHAM!*
Lars took the full blow to the chest, sending him crashing to the ground and gasping for breath, his entire body paralysed from Lenny's blow. Caleb screamed out his boyfriend's name before pain erupted from his back. His legs collapsed out from beneath him and he fell to the ground, prone and helpless. He spun on the ground, holding up an arm in self-defence.
Kodiak pulled his fist back.
Then, a black and white form moved between them.
Gabe staggered, the blow to the head causing his legs to shake.
"Get out of my way!" Lenny roared, lifting his fist against. It came back down, slamming into Gabe's cheek. The panda fell to his knees, his eyes already drooping. Through sheer force of will, Gabe lifted his gaze and smiled benignly at Lenny.
"I forgive you."
There was confusion in Kodiak's eyes. That quickly faded as he brought his fist crashing down again.
*Thump.*
Gabe caught the blow in both paws, his eyes shut. Strangely, the throbbing and grotesque undulations in Lenny's body began to ease. It took Caleb a second to realise what Gabe was doing. By then, Kodiak - in his blind rage - was lifting his other fist.
Gabe met Caleb's gaze, his smile one of farewell.
"Thank you."
*WHAM!*
\*\*\*\*\*\*
Gabriel Ramos - AKA Ursa of the Gene Stealers - toppled to the ground, his entire body limp save for the gentle smile on his lips. With his eyes shut, he just looked like he was sleeping. He was still breathing.
"DAD!"
A torrent of honey shot straight at Kodiak, knocking him to the ground. Before the rogue bear could rise, *enormous* pillars of metal came plummeting from the air and *pinning\_his arms and legs. Caleb could hear bone and flesh \_crunch* with the blow. Kodiak let out one last roar of agony before Samson Connors, in his full werewolf form loomed over him, cracking his knuckles ominously.
Caleb didn't watch the alpha werewolf deliver the knockout punch.
His eyes were on Gabe.
Migs and Izzy fell in beside their father, Izzy cradling his father's head gently on his lap.
"Dad! Come on, dad! Wake up! It's over! You've got to wake up!"
Migs held his father's big paw. "Please, dad? You did so much to wake us up! It's our turn! Please!"
Caleb felt more than saw Rhiannon. She hovered beside him as David gently helped him to his feet.
"He's... He's not waking up, is he?" Caleb asked.
Rhiannon dropped her gaze. "The first strike is drowsiness. Second strike... sleep. Third..."
"Coma..."
Caleb shut his eyes, holding onto his father for support. With his other paw, he held onto Lars. The three of them could only stand by and watch as Izzy begged for his father to wake. The Alpha Pack gathered, bowing their heads solemnly. Ben lifted his muzzle into the air, letting out a mournful howl. Even supervillains recognised great sacrifice. He was joined by the rest of the Pack.
Caleb shut his eyes, tears soaking his fur. He tipped his head back and let out his own howl, the chorus of their cries forming a haunting requiem that carried down the empty street. Along with their sorrowful notes was the heartbreaking chorus of Miguel and Ignacio Ramos.
*"Dad! Please wake up. Dad!"* |
FSE | Title: Crackers Don't Matter by Squirrel
Tags: Bat, Character Development, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi
A trail of cheddar-cheese crackers. Fish-shaped, orange-colored crackers. Little crackers on the floor ... in the corridors.
The bat, curious (and squinting), followed the trail ...
... which had been waiting for her, seemingly, on E-deck. Leading her to another lift. To another deck. To ...
... engineering.
Swish! Walking through the double-doors.
Juneau, at one of the side-stations, looked up at the gentle sound. Gave a friendly smile, turning around (for she'd already been standing). "Adelaide ... "
"There are ... " The bat, confused, nodded downward. "There are crackers on the floor."
"Yeah ... " The squirrel looked around with her. Nodding. As if it were an everyday thing.
"Well ... it's like someone put them there. Like it's a trail. Like it's ... for me," she said quietly, padding forward. A step. Another.
"Maybe it is," Juneau said.
Adelaide stopped and looked to her.
"For you," Juneau finished. "Maybe ... " She smiled and turned away.
The pink-furred bat was tempted to scan Juneau's mind. Get every detail of this mystery, but ... didn't. Couldn't. Back when Luminous had first launched, she'd kept her telepathy (and other mental abilities) a secret. Afraid no one would trust her. Afraid they would be scared of her. Telepathic powers, common to all bats, had given the predators an excuse to ... bring her species to near-extinction. She hadn't been certain how prey would react ...
Of course, the secret hadn't lasted long ... especially after her abilities triggered similar (latent) powers in Field, and ... all ... and, sometimes, she DID ... scan their exact thoughts. Exact details. But only when she needed to make a point (such as ... to win an argument, or ... to defend herself, or Field). Never casually, though (and certainly never for harm). She knew, from Pyro, that her counterpart in the other universe (the mirror universe) ... she'd used her powers at full-throttle. Used them to elicit every kind of advantage. Used them as a weapon. As a tool for ... power. Pain. It was an easy line to cross. And, having encountered a renegade group of bats a few weeks back ... oh, she knew how easy it would be ... how tempting.
With great ability came ... great pleasure. But, also, great responsibility. No fur could know how hard it was ... and, especially, when she was the strong one. The stable one. The confident one. It was expected of her. She didn't feel she could show weakness ... which is why, upon Field's recent capture ... and then rescue and rehabilitation ... she had started to crack. The strain ... and she'd broken down (into tears, into frustration, into ... whatever). But Field was better, and she was ... herself again. But she still felt the pressure. The pressure ...
... upon those with wings. That is: to be perfect, heaven-sent things. To not fall to the too-familiar pitfalls on this mortal coil. She ...
" ... you still there?" Juneau asked. A smile.
"Mm?" Adelaide blinked. Shaking the thoughts away ... " ... yeah ... "
"Warp core. Does it to every-fur. Very soothing ... isn't it?" Juneau closed her eyes. The warp core was powered to low power, but it still made a gentle, gentle ... thrum. Thrum ... like the ship was purring (in repose).
"Yeah," Adelaide whispered. Giving a quiet nod. Not reading Juneau's exact thoughts. Limiting herself, instead, to simply sensing her emotional spectrum ... and, right now, what she got from the squirrel was: a cheeky playfulness. A secretive plotting. Some kind of ... giggling.
And the squirrel let out a breath, saying, "I gotta re-calibrate the secondary sensor array. It got dinged up by that hail yesterday. Signal's all fuzzy. Mm ... " Tapping buttons. Beep-be-beep. "I'm gonna have to crawl outside ... and fix it by paw, I think." The main sensor array was on the deflector dish, beneath the saucer section of the ship ... on the front of the drive section. The secondary array was on the back of the drive section, exposed to the air. A severe weather front had moved through recently ...
... Luminous still landed in the vast plains in a temperate region of this planet.
Their new home.
"Really?" Adelaide asked.
A nod. "Yeah. Anyway ... " Turning (briefly) back to the bat, to look eyes. "Happy fishing." And the squirrel (again) turned away, resuming her work.
Adelaide opened her muzzle to say something more, but shut it, sighing ... looking back to the cheddar-cheese (goldfish) cracker trail. It led right up to the warp core.
The core, cylindrical, stretching from ceiling to floor (and going beyond both), surrounded by metal supports (shiny, silvery ones), and with railings around the base of it (and the mid-section, up on the second level of engineering) ... it glowed a soft, swirling ... purple-blue. As if there were vapor clouds inside. As if ... some kind of light. The light ...
... and Adelaide stepped toward it. Pad, pad ... on foot-paws. Following the crackers. Which stopped at the railing, and ... the bat squinted. Saw a folded piece of paper. Taped to one of the metal supports.
And the bat hesitated. Before crouching, reaching under the railing ... and grabbing the paper. Yanking it off (tape and all). And, still on her haunches, the bat opened it.
It read:
Our pink-hued romance, born in this starry vacuum, breathes because of you.
The bat's eyes scanned the words. Ran over them. Again ... again ... Field's paw-writing. Very neat. Very organized. Done in purple ink. Oh, it was him ...
... and she looked around. Scanning the minds in the room. They were all in on it. On this. On ... they all knew about this. But no one looked to her. No one looked in her direction, and ...
... she stood, took a bit of a breath, and ... realized the cracker trail did not stop. No, it went on. Around the railing, to the other side of the core, and ... out the backdoor of engineering. She hesitated. And, biting her lip, smiling shyly ... she followed it.
It led her to sickbay. From G-deck all the way up to C-deck, and ... another note. Taped to the wall outside of sickbay. And she picked it off.
Delicately opened it.
It read:
To my eyes, a sunset. Of the pinkest hue. There is no color more beautiful ... ... than you. Carnation, salmon, cotton candy, rose. Any kind of pink. I cannot think of your shade. It has no name ... ... other than Adelaide.
You are a color of your own. If someone were to tell me to take off my rose-tinted sunglasses, I would respond, "Whatever to do you mean? For I am wearing Adelaide-tinted sunglasses. And they improve my vision ten-fold. They open my eyes to such hope. Such possibility. Such love. No ... I shall never take them off."
A bright smile on the bat's muzzle, she read it again ... oh, and one more time. Eyes shining. Watering. She clutched at the paw-written, papered poem. Holding two poems, now, in her paws, and ...
" ... hey, Adelaide."
She looked up, blinking. Pyro coming into view.
"Hey, uh ... you assigned me to do that agricultural survey, you know," he said.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, well ... I'm done." He showed her his computer pad. "We can support any kind of crops in these plains, but ... you know, it'll take careful control and ... "
"Yeah ... uh ... that's great." She tried to move past him.
"Well, my report. I've been trying to give it to you all afternoon."
"Well ... " She looked past him. To the cheddar-cheese goldfish cracker trail ... " ... put it on my desk." She maneuvered around him.
"Okay." Pyro blinked (a red-eyed blink), turning. Frowning. "Hey, you don't have a desk! Adelaide," he called, but ... she was already in the lift.
Headed for E-deck.
On E-deck.
Follow the cheddar-cheese road ... follow, follow ...
... and stopping at a junction in the corridor. Another poem taped to the hatch of an access tube. She pulled it off.
It read:
Your fur, so soft, as soft as your gaze. Unable to be captured by words on a page.
My mate, I must confess: I am addicted to your (sweet) caress. To the pink perfume of you. Your apple-blossom scent. You smell of nature. Of all that is right. You smell of spring-clouds. Of flight.
Oh, thou ... which has wings! Such a beautiful thing! Your mind, so sharp ... it doth shine! Your spirit, so rich ... divinely lit! You are a new world. Furs would travel seas to discover you. Yet ... ... you discovered me. My gratitude abounds.
The bat took a slow, shaky breath ... a lump in her throat. She sniffed, resuming her walk. She knew where the trail would end, and ...
... chitter! She stumbled back. Having bumped into Assumpta.
The snow leopard blinked, asking, "Are you okay?"
"Didn't see you there." A sigh. Adelaide cleared her throat. Her heart pounding.
"I scared you?"
"I was just ... elsewhere," she said.
"You are on E-deck." Her tail, snowy-white and grey-striped, snaked silkily behind her.
"No. I mean ... " A slight giggle. "No, I mean ... in my mind. In my head. My thoughts. You know? I was lost in them ... "
A slight nod on Assumpta's part. "There are crackers," she observed, "all over the ship."
"Yeah, I know. I'm, uh, following them." A pause. "Did you plan this, too? He couldn't have spread all those crackers around by himself ... " The bat squinted at the feline. Trying to figure her out.
"It is not for me to say," was her enigmatic response. "However, someone will have to clean all the crackers up." A pause. And a helpful addition of, "It will not be me."
A giggle. "Mm ... don't like crackers?"
"I have stepped on several," she admitted, "already." A frown. "It is unpleasant ... to hear that crunch. And the crumbs ... "
"Yeah, well ... crackers don't matter so much," Adelaide reasoned. "After all we've been through, and ... " She clutched, dearly, at the love poems in her paw. "What's a few crunched crackers on the floor? Compared to all the tears and blood we've spilt? Crackers clean up," she whispered, "far more easily."
Assumpta gave a head-tilt. Nodded. "Yes ... "
Adelaide sighs, eyes watering. "I, uh ... gotta go. See you later ... " And the bat moved past the snow leopard ...
... and further down the corridor.
To the door of their quarters. Her quarters. Her and Field's.
One final poem taped to the wall to the right of the door.
She picked it (as if picking a ripened piece of fruit ... with delicacy ... with anticipation).
It read:
Adelaide, Darling, you are, to me, Everything, and. i Love you so much, and Akira (who has your beauty) could have no better mother. I need you ... and want you ... and, oh, i love you, if i Didn't already say that. Every day, i thank God for bringing you to me ... eternally yours ... Field.
The bat held her breath. Eyes closed. Biting her lip. The tears ran quietly down her cheeks. Dripping off her cheek-fur. To the floor.
She could sense him on the other side of the door.
And she, still crying (still quietly) pressed the door-pad ...
... and the door slid apart. Revealing ...
... a shy mousey smile. A whisker-twitch. Blue-grey eyes ... so gentle. After all he'd endured, still gentle. His innocence back. And ... the love, so evident, and ... and ...
... his arms wrapped round her.
And she buried her face and muzzle into his neck-fur. On his shoulder.
His paws gently went over her back. Softly, softly ... in little circles.
She sniffled, swallowed ... cleared her throat. And breathed ... breathed ... the baby asleep in her crib. Within view of the doorway.
"Adelaide ... "
A sniffle. "Yeah?"
"I really love you ... I ... I wanted to write some poems. I wanted to ... I should write you poems everyday. You deserve them."
Her eyes, through the water of the tears ... they were shining. And she smiled, blinking, wiping her cheeks and eyes, and ... she took a deep breath. "Thank you ... Field ... " And a tight, squeezing hug. "Oh, I love you, too ... you ... " She had to stop to compose herself. "You're like the sun ... in my life. You make me feel," she said, voice breaking, "such beautiful things ... " She closed her eyes. A few tears leaked out.
The mouse's own eyes watered. He cried more often than she did (by far), and ... seeing her in tears ... was making him emotional, too. After all, their minds were telepathically linked. What she felt ... he felt. And it wasn't long before his tears flowed, too.
"Look at us," Adelaide said, giggling weakly. "Making a ... a river in the doorway. We're gonna flood the corridor ... "
The mouse giggled and ... sniffed. "Mm ... I ... "
"Hey," she whispered. Right into his ear. "Thank you," she whispered. "For going to all this trouble ... I ... no one's ever done anything like that," she said, "for me."
"I wanted to."
"I know ... " A deep-breathing hug. Oh, he was so special ... more than he knew. And, after a minute or two more, still standing in the open doorway, Adelaide began to nose his neck. Began to fish for a kiss.
Field obliged, and ... nosed her cheek. Whiskers twitching, and tail snaking, and ... whispering, "Door's still open. Anyone who walks by ... will see us."
"Let them," was her passionate whisper.
"But, um ... mm ... "
"Oh ... " A giggled realization. "Oh, you're right." She grinned, pushing him into their quarters.
Oh, passers-by! Out of luck, those who'd been hoping to see a good ...
Swish!
The doors shut. |
literotica | Title: Fred, Mary, Jessica & Geraldine
Tags: beautiful black girl, georgeous schoolgirls, nakedness, fucking, sucking & blow jobs, threesome, arsehole fingering, large breasts
Fred scrambled to his feet in confusion as Jessica exploded with laughter again. Fred captured his shorts and attempted to put them on. Jessica stepped forward and prevented him, kissing him firmly on the lips, her right arm around his neck with her left hand unerringly pouching his cock. He had begun to shrink but Jessica's warm soft hand arrested the shrinkage and began to restore him.
"Now say hello to Gerry," she whispered in his ear.
"Gerry darling, I think Fred is now ready to say 'Hello' to you. Come closer and greet him"
The dark skinned beauty came closer now with a big smile on her face, her white teeth shining between her soft moist lips. She extended her hand.
"I'm very pleased to meet you Fred. Jess has told me everything about you so I was dying to see you in the flesh!" Gerry's hand held Fred's a little tighter.
"I'm also thrilled to meet you Gerry. I hope that Jessica hasn't told you absolutely everything about me; she has, however, told me a lot about you! I'm sorry that I am informally dressed but you caught me at a disadvantage!"
"We'll soon change that, won't we Gerry?" giggled Jessica. She released Fred and then released her bikini to fall to the floor. Her magnificent breasts moved seductively as she stroked herself quickly between her thighs, opening up a moist crack. Then she captured Fred's stiffening cock in her hands again, her long slender fingers trying to wrap themselves around his shaft.
"Hurry up Gerry. Look how Fred is growing in my hands. I just love this man even though he's fucking Mum every chance he gets! Come on, he knows about our games in our room at school so don't be shy. The only thing I didn't tell Fred was that you're black. Black but beautiful!"
Gerry was still holding Fred's hand; she was transfixed watching Jessica wank his cock up into a good stand. Now she put her hands behind her back and unfastened the string of her bikini. Her big dark brown breasts fell out of the small cups. Fred's cock hardened up another size. Jessica giggled again.
"That's got him going Gerry, he's gone really hard now! There Fred, what do you think of Gerry's ginormous tits; look at her lovely big aureoles and big fat nipples. That's why I love to play with her although her pussy is the best!"
Gerry now let go of Fred's hand and hooked both of her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini bottoms. She pushed them down over her thighs and dropped them to the floor. She bent down and retrieved both hers and Jessica's costumes and dropped them on to a chair. The view of her full brown bum made Fred want to get harder, if he could.
"We had a Breezer before we left home to give us a bit of Dutch courage," said Jessica. "I think we need another one now Fred darling; just to break the ice, so to speak! Can I go and get them?"
"Of course darling," croaked Fred, finding some sort of voice at last. "You'd better bring the brandy bottle too. I think I need another stiff drink after all this excitement!"
"OK," said Jessica. "Just don't get too pissed. I need a good loving before I leave. You two get to know one another. Don't worry about Gerry being embarrassed; she's seen lots of cocks! Go on Gerry darling, give Fred a nice sexy kiss while I'm gone."
Jessica disappeared into the house and Fred looked at the new naked woman in his life. A woman Gerry most certainly was, tall, handsome with notable physical assets. Her initial shyness appeared to have vanished and she stepped closer.
"I always follow Jessica's advice," she said quietly. Gerry had virtually no accent, just a recognisable deep tone that gave away her West African roots; Ghana or Nigeria, thought Fred, maybe Sierra Leone. She looked deep into Fred's eyes as she lifted her lips slightly, inviting a kiss.
Their lips met, exploring the texture of the skin and the softness of their flesh, particularly Geraldine's. The kiss did not turn out to be a quick peck; Geraldine increased the pressure and wiped her tongue across Fred's lips. Then she put her arms around his neck, pressing her belly on to his prick, which throbbed some more and produced a little pre cum. Gerry moaned and rubbed herself against his hard cock.
"I love cocks," she gasped as she tore her lips from Fred's. "As soon as I was old enough I set out to see and feel as many as possible. I love them, both black and white although yours is a lovely shade of brown Fred. Are you always naked here at home?"
"I am unless I'm doing a job where I might scratch or burn myself," said Fred as he pulled Gerry's body close. "Like cooking or gardening. God Gerry, your body is magnificent; your breasts are so warm and firm. I can see now why Jess said that you didn't go in for sunbathing! That was the only clue she gave that you were black. Ohhh God, I just love the feel of your pubic hair rubbing on my cock!"
Jessica returned with two Breezers and the brandy bottle. Fred and Gerry separated.
"Hello, hello, hello," chirped Jessica. "I see that an engagement has taken place. There is a sticky looking deposit on your belly, Gerry my darling. Seems that Fred likes you. Remember I'm first though Fred. I saw you first!"
She kissed Fred again and they all sat down with their drinks. He asked Gerry how she was enjoying the Costa Blanca and where they had been so far.
"We went out and about yesterday," said Jessica. "I took her as far as Denia and the Jalon Valley. We have been to the bar the last two nights. She caused quite a stir down there I can tell you. She says she's going to choose at least one or two to fuck before we go back to school, didn't you Gerry?"
"I might reduce that number now that I've seen Fred," smiled Gerry quietly. "Jess, he says that he likes my hairy pubes rubbing against him. Do you think that I should leave them as they are?"
Jessica got up and went over to Gerry. She confidently felt between her thighs. Gerry spread her thighs, revealing her thick hairy mons. Jessica playfully arranged her hair and Gerry closed her eyes and moaned a little.
"I told Gerry that you had shaved my pussy and that you would do hers too if she wanted. I think that she does need thinning out a little, don't you Fred?"
Watching the two girls together had stiffened Fred's cock again. He took a handful of himself and tossed himself slowly.
"I would like to give Geraldine a trim down there," he said quietly, watching as Jessica slowly inserted two fingers into her friend's cunt.
"Go and fetch your razor Fred," said Jessica gently as she inserted a third finger. Geraldine moaned again.
By the time Fred returned with his shaving gear Geraldine was moaning more loudly, fast approaching her orgasm. Jessica pumped her fingers in and out fiercely as she brought her friend to the brink. Fred dropped his gear and grabbed his cock as he watched.
Geraldine went over the top with long moans and groans. Her pussy became very wet with her cum juices and Jessica began to spread the liquid all over her soft rounded belly. Then she gently withdrew her fingers and offered them to Fred. He greedily took her by the wrist and sucked strongly on her cum juice-laden fingers.
Fred now turned to his razor and comb again. He combed through Gerry's pubes and then began to trim her coarse black hair. This was difficult, as Jessica had taken him in hand to keep him hard. Then she dropped to her knees and engulfed his knob end into her mouth.
Finally Fred finished. He stroked his fingers into Gerry's damp vagina, agitating her clitoris until it became distended and quite hard under his thumb. He gently pulled his cock from between Jessica's lips.
"There," he said. "All done. I suggest, Gerry my beauty, that you come on down to my shower and wash out all the clipped hairs from your pussy. If there are any hairs left to trim I will do them later!"
The three of them went down to Fred's bedroom. He showed Gerry how to operate the shower and then returned to the bedroom. He stopped dead at the sight before him. Jessica was face down on the pillow with her glorious bottom in the air, her crack wide open with her pussy and arsehole clearly visible.
"I'm ready Fred my darling; come here and fuck me with that lovely fat cock. I want to feel you inside me again!"
Fred didn't wait. He couldn't help himself anyway. He literally jumped on to his bed and thrust his stiff cock into Jessica's arse crack. He reached around her and took a breast in each hand as he pulled her round warm buttocks to his body. Then he pulled back and allowed his cock to thrust between her thighs. Jessica reached down with one hand and wrapped her warm fingers around his shaft.
"Ohhh yesss Fred, push this into me!" she moaned softly. She placed Fred's hot tip against her moist pussy hole and he pushed, slipping straight in to her hot wet twat, all the way up to the hilt!
Jessica pushed back onto Fred's tool and he thrust back hard, still firmly grasping her breasts. It was heaven! He began to pump into her gorgeous channel, slowly but firmly, his regular practice giving him the skill to take his time. He could feel his spunk waiting but it would now only come when he called it. Fred closed his eyes with pleasure as he fucked this young girl, the daughter of his lover!
The bed moved slightly and in a different way to their thrusting movements. Fred opened his eyes as more warm skin touched his own.
A warm brown body was now alongside Jessica's. Geraldine was leaning in to Jessica's face and they were kissing with mouths open and tongues exploring. Fred began to feel an orgasm coming on! He let go of Jessica's tits with one hand and smacked a brown bum cheek. Gerry threw one arm around Jessica as the kiss intensified.
Fred pumped a little harder now as he smacked Gerry's bottom again. He slid his hand down into her crack and found her two holes. Without fingering either he stroked both firmly, feeling the pussy juice on his fingers as he anointed both holes. Gerry moaned loudly now through her busy mouth.
The girls' finished kissing. Gerry's moans became louder and Jessica became verbal too.
"Ohhhh God Fred, that's fantastic!" she screamed. "Fill my fucking hole with your cream! I want it! I want it! I want it nowwwww!"
Jessica exploded into an intense orgasm as Fred fountained his love juice deep inside her cunt. Gerry held her tightly as she thrashed about on the bed, helping to keep Fred's cock firmly embedded inside her.
Fred eventually fell to the bed between the two girls, exhausted. One young girl was hard work, let alone two! Nevertheless Gerry watched him carefully lick his fingers clean of her pussy juice. Then she touched herself and offered him another taste.
Jessica carefully eased herself to sit on Fred's belly without squashing his prick. She pulled her cunt lips apart and they all watched as a whitish thick liquid leaked on to his body. Gerry was the first to dip her fingers into it and to taste.
"Not bad," she said with a smile. "It's certainly different to straight spunk. That's all I usually get after a date. This week I intend to get some more."
"Gerry hasn't had a naked cock up her yet," said Jessica. "She's been taking the pill long enough now to give it a try. How about Fred being first Gerry? I don't mind sharing him!"
Gerry snaked a hand around behind Jessica's back to capture Fred's thick but softish sticky cock in her hand.
"I'm giving it some serious thought," she smiled. "It would be nice to be fucked by someone with experience for a change. Are you sure you don't mind Jess?"
"No, of course not," said Jessica as she dismounted from Fred's belly. "Have a taste of his lovely cock while it's still coated with our joint cum. Then if you get it hard you can have it straight away. I'll go off and start sunbathing!"
Jessica disappeared through the doorway and Geraldine's head descended down on to Fred's cock. The very thought of this brown beauty sucking him off had started the cock recovery procedure. By the time Gerry had taken his knob end into her mouth to start the cum cleaning he was already growing.
Gerry was an accomplished cocksucker; all the practice she had had after each date now stood her in good stead. Fred was soon hard and ready to go although he wasn't going to rush things. He was enjoying himself too much!
Gerry released him from her lips and looked up at him with a happy smile on her face.
"How am I doing Fred?"
"Fuckin' wonderful," growled Fred. "Bring your pussy up here so that I can get you lubricated!"
"I think you'll find that I'm already wet but don't let that stop you."
Fred buried his face into Gerry's newly trimmed snatch. She had plenty of juice already as she had said. He inserted his tongue into her crack, pushing inside as far as he could, then began to lick her up and down, swallowing as he did so.
Gerry squealed and pulled his head to her pussy as she made more juice. She squeezed and pulled on Fred's hard cock and then took him back into her mouth. Fred worked hard and lovingly into this new cunt, her taste being clearly different. Gerry began to howl.
"Oh yes Fred, don't stop, oh please don't stop!"
It was now evident that Gerry was fast approaching orgasm and Fred concentrated on making her come. Soon his mouth was anointed with copious hot juices, tasting slightly salty but also strangely slightly sweet. Gerry grasped his head with both hands and moaned softly as she rocked gently from side to side.
Eventually she released him.
"Fucking Hell Fred, that was fantastic! You are the first man to make me come like that. I've only had girls do it before. Jess is great but that was really ace. Will you do it again for me before I have to go home?"
"Of course," grinned Fred, pleased with himself. "Now, you gorgeous black beauty you, sit up there on top of me and slide my cock all the way up your cunt!"
"Yes sir!"
Gerry flung her leg over Fred as he lay on his back, took a firm grip on his tool and carefully eased his tip into her hole. Then, as Fred reached up and grasped a breast in each hand, she lowered herself all the way down on to his shaft.
"Fuckin Hell," she gasped, "a real naked cock up my cunt at last! That's lovely, all hot and hard! Now Fred, let's fuck!"
Fred pushed upwards and Gerry ground her mons down on to his belly, pushing her pubic bone into him and squeezing her clit between them. They went slowly by mutual consent, both having had an energetic orgasm very recently.
"Ohhh Fred, your cock feels so good. You are lovely and stiff and thick! Give me some nice long pokes now!"
Fred began to withdraw to her exit and then to push firmly back up her tunnel. They did this for some minutes.
"Gerry, now it's your turn," gasped Fred as he stopped deep up her cunt. "Slide up and down my shaft now, nice and slow!"
Gerry bore down Fred's shaft from tip to root, beginning to breath harder now. She repeated her slow deliberate movements and held Fred tighter as he squeezed her tits hard. She started oozing hot juice all over his cock.
Down below, things began to boil for Fred too.
"Gerry, I'm getting ready to come soon. Where shall I shoot it?"
Gerry looked down at Fred from a distance of about three inches, still pumping firmly.
"Your spunk Fred is going to go all the way up my cunt! The first spunk to go in there! God, I hope those pills work but I'm not going to stop you now!" She lowered her lips to his. "Fire when you're ready Fred!"
Actually, Fred was feeling so good that he wasn't sure whether or not he was coming just yet. Then Gerry released hot saliva into his mouth and lots more of hot cunt juice on to his cock. He groaned and began to thrust at her heat; Gerry continued to kiss him.
Fred's balls clenched and forced spunk up his tube. He groaned into Gerry's mouth as his first spurt issued from his pisshole at a hundred miles an hour, closely followed by a second then a third.
Gerry just gripped him harder, both with her arms and then with her cunt muscles as she milked him of his seed. Finally she howled into another climax, ending the kiss but skidding up and down Fred's slippery cock at a furious rate.
Fred and Gerry stayed joined together for some minutes, Fred to recover and Gerry to evaluate her feelings. After a while she spoke and stirred.
"Wow Fred, now I know what Jess means when she said that you were a great lover. She told me about her first time with you and that she was going to forget about the time that she lost her virginity. I'm going to count this one as my first too. Nothing counts before my first naked cock fuck."
As she had been speaking she had slowly disconnected herself from Fred and now stood beside the bed. She leaned over and kissed him again.
"I don't go in for kissing much," she said, "but with you I feel different. Now I'm going to go and tell Jess all about it." She took his hands. "Coming?"
Fred allowed himself to be tugged from the bed and he followed Gerry's smooth dark brown buttocks up the passageway, juice occasionally dripping from the end of his cock.
On the naya Gerry picked up her discarded Breezer and carried on out to the pool where Jessica could be seen reclining. Fred poured himself a brandy into a plastic cup, picked up his camera and then followed her. He noticed that Jessica had put the makings of a salad lunch out on the table. A well-trained girl, he thought as he approached the pool.
"Ohhh God Jess, I did come so much, all over his lovely cock. Sperm is hot, isn't it? I could get greedy and want more and more of that!"
"Hello darling Fred," trilled Jessica. "I've heard all about your exploits, making my friend fall in love with you. Well, with your cock anyway! Oh oh! Gerry, Fred's got his camera with him!"
Fred smiled bashfully and sat down facing the two naked beauties. He took a large slug of his brandy. His sticky cock flopped on to his stomach as he leaned back. He pointed the camera at both girls and pressed the shutter. Gerry preened herself in front of him, pushing her tits at the lens.
"Did he have a lot of sperms," asked Jessica of Geraldine?
"It felt like a lot. Let's see if I'm overflowing!"
"Oh yes! Dribble it on to my tummy!"
Geraldine stood and straddled Jessica, lowering her soggy trimmed pubic hair over her belly button. She put down her empty breezer bottle and reached between her thighs. She was facing towards Fred and away from Jessica. She opened her cunt lips.
Fred took pictures quickly, his cock thickening.
"Wow," said Jessica wonderingly as a stream of thick white cream began to drip from Gerry's cunt on to her belly, filling her belly button. Fred thought it was one of the horniest things he's ever seen. His cock stiffened some more.
When she thought she had finished Gerry turned around and grinned at Jessica. She lowered herself on to Jessica's thighs, took one of her hands in hers and together they spread the mixture all over her tummy. Then they kissed deeply.
Fred took more pictures, only pausing to throw his brandy down his throat. He wished that he had brought the bottle out to the pool but he wasn't going to go and get it and miss any of this.
"I shall remember this tonight when I lick you out," whispered Jessica as she held her friend tightly to her bosom.
"Hell girl, we'll be in a sixty nine tonight!" replied Geraldine. They kissed some more, spreading cum as they ground their pudenda against each other.
Fred was very hard again! Jessica saw it first.
"You horny old man," she laughed. "Get off me Gerry darling. I want to taste your joint cum off Fred's cock before it all dries!"
Fred closed his eyes as Jessica engulfed his cock in her mouth. Then he felt Gerry's thicker African lips on his. He thought he had died and gone to heaven.
Jessica stopped her sucking and dived into the pool. Then Geraldine gave Fred's cock a quick kiss and then she dived in too. Fred followed the girls, noticing as he did so that his dog-walking neighbour had probably seen the girls dive into the pool.
They spent an energetic half hour in the pool before emerging for lunch. As they tripped across the forecourt to the naya Fred thought that his neighbour was out and about again!
He had taken shots of the girls in and around the pool. He picked up the camera and took some quick shots of the gorgeous brown and white bums as they flowed across the forecourt.
Lunch was a happy relaxed affair with both naked girls keeping Fred entertained, both with their lovely bodies and with their tales of sexual exploration.
They returned to the poolside with the wine as they told their tales.
Jessica he knew about, of course, but her sexual gymnastics with Gerry's body was a revelation. Gerry told them about some of her boyfriends, comparing cocks without mentioning Fred's. She would suck boys off at the end of an evening and recently had started fucking but always had insisted that boys used a condom, as at that time she was not on the pill.
They asked Fred how he had lost his virginity and he had them laughing when he said that a friend of his older sister had seduced him just before his eighteenth birthday.
Without meaning to go down any forbidden paths Fred asked Gerry if she had any brothers and sisters.
"Yes she has," answered Jessica. "She's got two sisters in Nigeria and a brother in England. I've not seen him but she's always going on about how handsome he is and what a fantastic body he's got!"
Gerry smiled and explained that her sisters were both married with babies. One was married to an army officer and the elder one to a high-ranking politician.
"Tell us how much of your brother's fantastic body you've seen?" said Jessica quietly.
Gerry looked at her friend and then at Fred.
"All of it!" she said.
"Wow!" gasped Jessica, "I wish that I had a hot brother to play games with. How often did you see his cock? Is it a big one? Did you get to play with it?"
Gerry looked away across the forecourt and through the gates. In the distance the Mediterranean glistened in the sunlight. She smiled.
"I used to see it quite a lot but he has a girlfriend now. It's about Fred's size, nice and long and fat. Shall I tell you about it?"
Fred was ramrod stiff. Jessica came over to him and cuddled in, wrapping her dainty fingers around his shaft.
"Go on Gerry, tell us. It's making me so horny too!"
Gerry looked at Jessica playing with Fred's prick and picked up Fred's camera. She started snapping with it.
"OK. We used to be on our own at home in England quite a lot at one time. One afternoon about a year ago I knocked on his bedroom door and for some reason I walked straight in without waiting. He was laid out on his bed jacking off. I was flabbergasted and, of course, embarrassed. To make it even worse I walked in just as he came. I saw big long streams of white cream shooting out of his cock. I couldn't even turn around and run; it was as if I had been turned to stone."
"He laughed at me and asked if I had seen a man come before. I shook my head. He told me to come closer and to have a look at his spunk. So I did and he showed me what it was like; I even touched it! Then I noticed that his penis was still stiff. He said that was because I was there looking at it."
He told me to get a tissue and wipe him down. After that I got on the bed with him and he let me touch his penis. It was lovely to touch and he asked me to start jacking him off again. He soon shot his cream again, all over my skirt this time!"
Jessica was handling Fred with both firm and gentle caresses. He was beginning to work up to an ejaculation and he told her so.
Gerry was still taking pictures.
"I won't make you come Fred," Jessica laughed. "Not yet anyway! Gerry and I will want to see it when you come! Carry on Gerry darling. Did you fuck your brother?"
"I gave him my virginity!"
"Fucking Hell!" exploded Jessica.
Fred didn't know what to say.
"It was almost by accident. I was jacking him off regularly by this time and he hadn't even seen my titties, never mind touched them. One afternoon I was at home alone and went for a shower. I was alone so I walked naked from my bedroom into the bathroom. He must have come home while I was in the shower and I hadn't heard him. I walked back into my bedroom and there he was on my bed, naked with a huge erection in his hand. I just walked over to him, kissed him and started touching his penis. I just dropped the towel and got on to the bed, sitting down with his cock between my thighs. I just went so hot all over and I knew I had to have him then and there."
"I asked him if he had any condoms. He nodded and pushed me off him. He took me by the hand and led me to his room. He got a rubber out of his bedside drawer. God! I just flopped on the bed and opened my legs. He fucked me on his bed. It didn't hurt a bit and I loved it. I even saved the condom with his sperm in it for ages until I got frightened that my mother might find it."
"What happened afterwards?" Fred asked croakily. "Did you do it often?"
"No, we only did it that once. When we had calmed down we decided that we couldn't do it again. I told him that I didn't regret it and that I had loved every second of it. I still love him dearly. So Fred, when I told you earlier that our fuck was to be counted as my first it is because I can't tell the truth about my first, ever!"
"I am honoured Gerry, I really am. God Jessica, that's so wonderful. My cock feels like it's going to burst!"
"It can soon, Fred my darling! Gerry and I are going to have our last ration for the day 'cos we shall have to go soon."
The girls guided Fred from the pool, across the forecourt and up the steps and into the casa. Soon they were in the bedroom and on Fred's King sized bed.
They laid him on his back with his hard erect cock sticking up into the air. Gerry took hold of it first and, after frotting it for a moment or two, enveloped her lips around it and sucked him in. Fred groaned with pleasure as Jessica dropped her pussy onto his face. He stuck his tongue into her naked crack and sucked all of her into his mouth, clitoris and all!
This was just the start! The girls swapped places several times, using Fred's cock as their sex toy. They would mount him for a few strokes and then change again. Fred soon lost touch with whom he was sucking or fucking! All he knew was that he was having a fantastic time! In the end he warned them that he was going to come.
As if they had rehearsed it the girls knelt either side of him with one set of fingers each wrapped around his hot thick shaft. They kissed above his knob end and then opened their mouths wide. Bull's eye! His spunk shot out of his cock and into the waiting mouths. He wished that he had brought the camera inside! Most of it went into their mouths but the remainder hit their cheeks and chins was collected by the other and quickly devoured.
The girls lay beside Fred afterwards, kissing and fondling him all the time. What had he done to deserve such loving?
"Fred," whispered Jessica, "you know that we are leaving Friday night, don't you?"
"Yes my darlings, I know. I'm looking forward to the rest!"
Jessica punched him playfully.
"Yes, well, can I come back at least once before then? I want to make love with you again and anyway, you've not fucked me up the bum yet. I didn't like to mention it today in case it upset Gerry. Mum says you fuck her bum beautifully!"
"Jessica!"
"Well, she does!"
"What about me?" said Geraldine? "I've had boys beg me to let them fuck me up the arse. They said if I wouldn't let them have my pussy I ought to let them do my bum. I never did but if Fred's going to do yours Jess then I want it too!"
"Girls, girls," laughed Fred, "if I'm up to it I'll do it for you. You had better come back here on Thursday and spend the day and we'll see what happens. How does that sound?"
Jessica kissed him and sat up, her gorgeous breasts flowing all over her chest. Gerry sat up too and Fred's eyes struggled to focus as a second pair of generous titties moved before him.
"You stay there darling and have a rest. We're off now. Tomorrow I'm going to show Gerry the delights of Torrevieja and all places south of there!"
"And the best of British luck! You'll need it," said Fred.
He heard the girls chattering away happily as they left and he tried to follow their voices as they diminished up the street. He dozed off almost immediately and was then rudely awakened by Prince sticking his wet nose in his ear.
"Oh sorry old boy," said as he rose. "I'll get your grub right now!"
ooooOOOoooo
Fred discovered that he wasn't quite so tired as had first thought. In any case, feeding Prince had the effect of waking him up a little.
He thought that he should eat something but that he would have a shower first.
Soon he was relaxing under the powerful stream of hot water, soaping himself all over and removing the sex smells of Jessica and Geraldine. As he did so he smiled with the memories of the day, pulling on his cock again as it grew in his hands.
"You've done fucking well again, old feller! God! Wasn't it fantastic too!"
After drying off he explored the freezer and found a ready made pie so he made some chips and tucked in. A couple of beers rounded his evening meal off nicely.
He picked up the camera and went into the little room that he used as his office. He turned on the PC and while it booted up he connected the camera to the computer. Soon he had downloaded all the shots that he had taken over the last week or so.
He reviewed all the shots in thumbnail size and deleted some that were obviously not good enough to keep. Most of them he did keep. His Canon was a great camera and very few shots were unsuitable.
Fred created two albums for each of the women. They were all nude, of course, and the first album for each was more of a glamour album, mostly full length or similar although there were plenty of cunts and arses to see. The second album was to be his secret one, designed to raise the temperature of the viewer, Fred himself!
He collected together breasts and nipples, then vaginas with open lips showing clitorises. These latter showed the arousal state of the clits, juicy wet or leaking cum on to other areas.
Fred's cock was hard again. He suddenly remembered that Maria Elena was coming around tomorrow at lunchtime and that she had said that she expected him to take her virginity!
He also remembered that Mary had said that she wanted to watch Maria lose her virginity! He picked up the phone, hoping that Graham wouldn't answer. No, he was lucky; Jessica answered.
"Yes Fred darling," she almost whispered. "Mum's here. I'll put her on."
"Fred, you naughty man," came Mary's voice. Fred could hear Jessica and Geraldine laughing in the background. "Graham's here so I can't say much."
"Just listen then," said Fred. "Maria Elena will be around here about eleven tomorrow morning and she says that she wants me to take her virginity! If you want to have any chance of getting to watch you must be here before then. Can you make it?"
"Have you ever farted in the pool?" giggled Mary. "I'll be there. I want to hold your hard cock as you put it in her and then I want to hold her in my arms when you thrust deep into her and break her hymen. See you in the morning lover!"
Mary rang off and Fred stroked his rock hard cock. He restrained himself from tossing off, took a large slug of brandy instead and then went to bed. Many thoughts raced around his brain keeping his cock hard but he finally dropped off to sleep, probably through sheer exhaustion! |
FSE | Title: Life's Tough With The Odds Against You - Chapter Two - Great News At The Worst Time by ZyferWulf
Tags: Fox, Horse, Lion, Love, Young Love
Life's Tough With The Odds Against You - Chapter Two - Great News At The Worst Time
I opened the door and walked into my house, a smile plastered across my face. I put my bag on the ground near the door and walked to the kitchen for some food. My stomach made sure it's tantrum was heard from being denied lunch, so I quickly threw open the cabinet door and searched intensively for something to eat.
"A ha! You are mine now." I said, grabbing the bag of barbecue-flavored chips. My hands had become shaky in anticipation. I licked my lips as I tore the bag open, accidentally ripping down the side in the process. I walked over to the couch and sat down, shoving an entire paw full of chips in my muzzle, the delicious taste amplified by my hunger. The door swung open and Cindy walked in, smirking lightly.
"Hey Cindy." I said before cramming more chips in my muzzle.
"Hey to you too Ierlex." She said back with a slight wave. "So, anything happen today worth of talking about?"
I roughly swallowed down my mouthful of chips. "Well, I kicked Zach's ass at lunch."
"Yea, so I've heard." she said as she grabbed an apple from the counter. "I mean what else happened, like within the last ten minutes."
"You mean me and Alexis?" I said; paw reaching into the bag again, already digging halfway down to reach more chips. "What about it?"
"Don't be like that silly, I saw you two. I wasn't more than a few hundred yards behind you lovebirds. So why all of a sudden now? I thought you knew her since like kindergarten or something."
"Well, I guess we just never realized what was had was more than friendship till now. Hey, where's mom? Her car's not in the driveway."
"I don't know, she's normally back from daytime errands by now." Our ears perked up as we heard a car pulling up the driveway. "There she is." She said, sitting down next to me and grabbing some chips. The door swung open and our mother walked in, smiling enthusiastically.
"You two, I have some great news!"
"What is it?" Cindy and I asked simultaneously. Another figure walked into the house.
"I got promoted and don't have to travel anymore!"
"Dad!" We shouted, running up to him and hugging him.
"And I have more news. We are all moving to their headquarters at the end of the week!"
While my sister began jumping in happiness, my legs turned to stone, my arms went limp, and my stomach twisted in thousands of ways. The bag of chips spilled over the floor while Cindy and my father were talking about how amazing our new lives were going to be, but my mother had noticed my sudden uneasiness.
"Ierlex, what's wrong?"
"We can't leave, not now. No, I'm not leaving."
"What do you me?"
"Oh, this must be about his new girlfriend." Cindy said, almost in a mocking tone. My mother looked at the other two and motioned for them to leave the room.
"So, is this that one Melissa girl I've been hearing about?"
"No." I said, sitting down. "It's not."
"It wouldn't be Alexis by chance?" I nodded; the pain of what might be started swelling in my chest.
"Well, when we move, your father will be around more, and there's always more than one person in the world that you can have a good relationship with."
"You don't understand, I've known her for more than half my life, and I love her. You can't just split us up like this. She's as much of a part of me as I am myself."
"You're not honestly asking this family to decline a promotion that would bring us closer together just because of a little high school fling?" She asked, losing her patience.
"It's not just a fling mom, we're different. We're not the same as all the other high school relationships, this is love!" By now she was done with me.
"Listen, your father is accepting this promotion, you are saying goodbye to your friends at school, and we are leaving as soon as possible alright!" She stood up and stormed over to the kitchen while I stomped to my room, slamming the door.
There was no way I was just going to leave Alexis, not now that we've truly discovered how we feel about each other. My eyes began to water as a lump lodged itself in my throat. I was going to stay with her no matter what, nothing will ever separate us. I would do anything for her, and that meant anything. My mind was set; I knew what I had to do.
I wiped the tears from my muzzle and opened the window, swinging my legs over and dropping to the ground. I quickly snuck around the house and dashed across the road, then rushed to Alexis's house.
I knocked on the door, double checking my composure. I heard noise from behind the door before it was pulled open by Alexis's mother.
"Oh, Ierlex! We weren't expecting you. Alexis here was just telling us the news.
Would you like to come in?" she said, stepping to the side.
"Actually, I was wondering if I could talk with Alexis, sorta privately?"
"Um, ok I suppose. Alexis, Ierlex wants to talk with you!" I heard someone thumping down the stairs before Alexis moved around her mother to stand on the porch in front of me.
"Hey, what's up?" she asked happily. She looked at her mother, signaling for her to go back inside.
"There's something important I need to tell you." I said as I started to move backwards.
"I guess." she said, unsure of what I meant.
She walked beside me as we slowly moved down the road while I contemplated how to tell her what was going on.
"Ierlex, what's on your mind?" I stopped moving and faced her, taking her paws in mine.
"My dad got a promotion, and it requires us to move to their headquarters, which is located halfway around the world." her eyes noticeably saddened, but she let me continue. "There's no possible way of me being able to stay here, but I'm not going to leave you." She nodded, a few tears growing in her eyes. "I would follow you to the ends of the earth, through hell and back, I'd give up all I own to be with you. For you, I'd fight ten thousand bulls to keep you safe, and I'll love you forever and forever, no matter what life tries to put between us. What I'm asking is, do you trust me?" She took a moment to take in what I'd just said before she spoke.
"For you, I'd do whatever it takes to spend my entire life with you. I trust you, I trust you with my entire being, because I love you, and that won't change, no matter what happens."
"Then run away with me."
"What?" She said, stunned. I took a step back.
"I'm not about to leave you. We'll pack our things tonight, grab all the money we have, and take the midnight train north and start a new life, our new life, together." I held out my arm. "We've gotta hold on to what we've got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not. Take my hand and we'll make it I swear. We've got each other, and that's all I need to live. My love, I ask you again, do you trust me?" Hesitantly, she reached her paw out to grasp mine, nodding. I pulled her into a hug, wrapping my arms around her, lightly scratching her back to calming her as she began to whimper.
We slowly made our way back to her house, her sniffles had stopped but I kept my arms around her, lovingly. I kissed her softly on her cheek before she went back inside. I took a deep breath before heading back to my house, creeping around back, and crawling in through my window.
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Dinner had been quiet as I shoveled down as much food as I could. After that I retreated to my room, grabbing some clothes and my wallet, and threw it all in my bag along with anything else I would be needed. Now I was lying in my bed, the clock slowly clicking closer to twelve. Half an hour ago I heard the last of the lights go out, and now the rest of my family should be asleep. Quietly, I got out of bed and grabbed my bag. I crept out of my room and across the hall to my parent's room. As slow as I could I opened the door and slipped in, hearing the two of them snoring lightly. I moved to their dresser, sliding my bag off and opening it. I reached out and grabbed my father's Rolex watch and a few of my mother's rings and dropped them into my bag, causing the metal to clang together in the dark of the night. I froze as my parents stirred in their sleep, hoping they wouldn't awaken. Thankfully the muffled sounds of snoring filled the void once more as I closed my bag and tip toed back out of their room. I swiftly moved across the living room and opened the door, slipping out into the night.
I jogged down to Alexis's house, arriving just as she was closing the door.
"Are you ready?" I asked. She nodded as she walked to me and wrapped her arms around me, digging her face into my shoulder. Instinctively, my arms reached around as I held her tightly; reassuring her that everything would be alright.
Silently, we began walking down the road, knowing the seriousness of the situation, we continued without a doubt that we would love each other unconditionally, and that love would get us through this to the other side all right.
I took another quick mental count of the money I had. My wallet contained three fifty's, a few tens, and some ones. That made near a hundred eighty dollars, then whatever I could get out of the watch and jewelry.
We passed by the school, leaving behind our friends and memories for something greater. Besides, I was still going to try to keep in touch with Melissa and Reiken, but I knew if either of our parents found out where we were then they'd have the cops on us to bring us home, but what they didn't understand was wherever I wound up with Alexis, that would be my home, our home.
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"Yes, that's two tickets, one way." I said to the man behind the counter.
"That'll be seventy six dollars and twenty-nine cents." I pulled out my wallet and gave him a fifty and two tens. While he was making change I heard Alexis start breaking down in tears. I put my arms around her and pulled her close. She buried her muzzle in my chest again and began crying.
"Babe, it's ok, it's all right. I won't let anything happen to you. It's going to be ok." I said lovingly. The man behind the counter gave me a strange look.
"Sir, should I be concerned?" he said, handing me the change. I shook my head as I put the change in my pocket and moved to one of the benches, Alexis still in my arms, slowly calming back down.
"I-I'm just afraid. I don't know, but I know that you will be there for me, and that's enough for me to believe that we'll be all right." She smiled at me, her tear filled eyes twinkling in the midnight light. I smiled back, kissing her on the nose. She giggled lightly, kissing me back. I sat down on the bench, her sitting on my leg and leaning on my chest as we waited for the train to take us away to our destiny.
We heard the undeniable sound of a train whistle, soon accompanied by the rumbling of the track and the light turning the corner as the train slowed down, stopping and opening the doors. We were the only ones at the train stop, and no one got off the train. Together we rose from the bench and walked on to the empty train, sitting down as the doors closed. The train slowly began moving out of the station and the thunks of the rail became more and more rhythmic.
She laid her head on my chest; closing her eyes and drifting to sleep while mine watched the silhouettes of the hills outside roll on by. A strange feeling came over me, now knowing that my family had turned their backs on Alexis and me, so in turn we turned our backs on the life we once knew, but deep down I knew it was the right decision, because if it meant being with Alexis for the rest of my life, then it would always be the choice I'd make. And perhaps, just maybe, some twenty years down the line or so, we'd go and find them once again and hope that they still know I'm their son and realize why I did what I did.
Eventually, the reoccurring lullaby of the tracks got to me as I rested my head on my soul mates, my breaths becoming closer and closer in sync to hers, and finally drifting off into an uneasy sleep.
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I woke with a start as the train suddenly stopped. I looked around, finding the midday sunlight flowing through the open doors, the sign above the doors showing it was our stop. I shook Alexis lightly.
"Wake up, we're here." She murmured before rising from my chest. "Are you ready?" I said as I got up and grabbed our bags.
"So, this is it, no longer can we turn back." I nodded, taking her hand as we moved off the train. The bright light battered our waking eyes, causing us to squint and cover them until we found the shade of buildings alongside the street. First thing I knew I had to do was find a pawn shop, then try and find some job interviews because we we're going to last long on a little more than a hundred and a Rolex. But by some gracious stroke of luck we had taken shade under the pawn shop of the city. We walked in as I dug around in my bag, pulling out the loot.
"How much can you give me for this?" I said to the lion behind the counter.
"Hey, kid, you didn't just take this out of your mothers jewelry box did you?"
He said, suspiciously.
"No, it's all mine, I just want cash for them."
"Look, I get kids like you all the time, now answer me, are these stolen?" I took a deep breath.
"Yea, it's stolen. But I've come a few hundred miles, so there's no chance that this'll come back to you. Now c'mon, please man, do me a solid. We need this money more than you might think." He looked us over before sighing.
"Damn. Ok, look, I'll do you this, but only because I can almost feel the love you two share radiating outwards and also because I know what you're going through. I once loved someone back in high school, but she had to move really far away, and I just let her go. It takes some real love to run away together on your own. So, I'll give you, hmm, about 325 for it ok?"
"Nothing short of 400."
"What????? I'm going out on a limb here and you're trying to barter with me?"
"365 then, you'll easily make it back and you know it."
"I can't believe I'm about to do this," he whispered to himself. "Fine, 365, and if you dare try and jack it up any higher I swear I'll kick you out myself." I smirked and nodded.
"365 it is."
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"So, why should I hire you over the college level graduate who I just interviewed?"
"Sir, I may not be as old as what you're looking for, may not have as much education as you'd expect, but I do have a story like none other you've ever heard." I wrapped my arm around Alexis, who was sitting next to me. "I need this job because we ran from our homes, took a train, and wound up here, and now we're making a new life together. This is my fourth interview today, and every one of them has looked at me with that face and immediately judged me as being irrational, irresponsible, and a drop out. But the truth is, I love her, and I will do anything to get us through this, and if that means if I get job offers from all four of the interviews, I'll take it and work 23 hours a day, seven days a week. So, if you don't hire me, then I understand why, but if you want a truly dedicated worker who has a reason to work a hundred and twenty percent, then I am ready, willing, and able." He leaned back, thinking hard on what I'd just told him. From the look in his eyes I could tell he was doubtful. I stood up, Alexis by my side. "I'm sorry for wasting your time; enjoy the rest of the evening." We walked to the door before he spoke again.
"Hey, I like your guts, and I believe you'd be a valuable asset. Come back tomorrow and we'll figure a schedule for you." I smiled and nodded.
"Thank you, sir."
We walked out the door, the setting sun shimmering beautifully on the horizon, giving the streets of our new home city a relaxing feel. But then I realized, we still didn't have anywhere to sleep. Uncertainty swept over as I knew I'd forgotten to look for someplace to rent.
"What's wrong Ierlex?" She said, somehow knowing I'd lost my nerves.
"We don't have a place to sleep tonight. I forgot completely to look for an apartment or something. I- I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, it's ok." She said, hugging me. "As long as I have you my dream home could be a park bench for all I care."
"Thanks. That really means a lot to me, my love." I said, kissing her on the nose. She giggled, still holding my waist tightly as we wandered down the streets, homeless but happy.
We wound up walking into the more residential section of the city as the sun faded from view, taking it's guiding light away with it. We stood in the streets, unsure of what to really do. I looked from the sidewalk around a house, seeing in its' back yard a well kept garden, large bushes and hedges surrounding it.
"I have an idea, be quiet though." I said, slowly creeping towards the line that separated sidewalk and lawn. I looked at the windows and saw no one was looking, so I dashed quickly to the side of the house, sliding right next to it. I motioned for her to go, watching for signs of detection. She swiftly moved to my side, flawless as an angel. We moved to the edge of the house, making a final charge to the parting between the hedges.
We were safely inside the cover of the plants, or so we thought. As we laid down together in a patch of grass, I heard a door fly open, the yellowed light spreading across the lawn.
"You better not be tryin to wreck my garden, it'll be the last thing you do ya hooligans!" We froze, hearts racing as the owner of the property drew closer to us.
"Stay here." I whispered to her, rising slowly.
"A ha! There you are! I outta club ya!" She yelled as my head slowly showed over the top of the hedge. I looked at her, seeing a very angry horse holding a metal baseball bat above her head.
"Please, I didn't mean any harm, I swear."
"Then what in Davy Jones locker are ya doin in my bushes?!?" she yelled, still angered. I motioned to Alexis, taking her hand as we walked into plain sight of the equine.
"Oh, so that's what you're doing! A little meet up spot for a romantic little
night of sex?!? In my garden!?! I don't think so!!" she screamed, moving closer to us. Naturally, I moved forward in front of Alexis to protect her, but she put her hand on my chest and took a step closer.
"Ma'am, please. This is all just a big misunderstanding; please give us a chance to explain it to you." She pleaded in a calm voice. The horse's face softened, thinking for a moment. She brought the bat down to her side, looking us over good 'n hard before speaking.
"Fine, but you better have a good explanation for this." She said, walking back towards the open door. "Well come on you two, in ya go."
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"... So that's why we are here, we were just looking for a place to sleep for the night, we swear to you we weren't looking for trouble." Alexis said, taking a small sip of the tea that the horse was brewing before she had found us. She then took my hand, interlacing our fingers together while the horse thought about what she'd just been told.
"Well, if you two just needed a place to stay, then all you had to do was ask sweetheart. I've got a spare bed, and besides, ever since my husband passed it's been quite lonely around here, so stay for as long as you need."
"Thank you very much, Mrs.?"
"M' names Geana, Jean for short."
"Thank you, Geana." I said again, drinking the last of my tea.
"Well, I'm just about ready to turn in, so unless you need anything else I'll be off now." she said, rising from her chair.
"We really, really appreciate your help, Geana." Alexis said.
"It nothing much honey, really." she said as she walked to her room, closing the door behind her.
We collected the cups and placed them in the sink before heading to the extra room. We put out bags near the foot of the bed before Alexis jumped up on it, pulling the covers back.
"I think I'll just sleep on the couch." I said, not wanting to put anyone in a weird situation again today. I grabbed a pillow, kissing Alexis goodnight, who was obviously a slight bit disappointed, but still respected my choice.
I walked down the hall and tossed the pillow on the couch, plopping down on it. I closed my eyes, waiting for night's force to take me, but I laid there awake. The constant ticking of wall clock signaling the time I stayed restless. I checked the hands in the dim light, seeing I'd been laying here for almost forty minutes. I sighed to myself before hearing someone coming down the hallway.
"Ierlex?" came the soft voice of Alexis through the darkness. "I can't sleep."
"Neither can I." I said, rolling my head back at her.
"Can I pretty please sleep next to you?" she said in an adorable pleading voice. I moved over some, patting the open space next to my chest. She smiled, walking to the couch and crawling next to me, moving snugly against my chest and wrapping my arms around her. She placed her own hands over mine, holding them softly as she snuggled my neck a little bit with her muzzle before lying her head down and closing her eyes. With her next to me, a subtle peace overcame my restless mind, drawing us both into a calming sleep, lovingly wrapped in each other's arms. |
FSE | Title: The Other Side by Worldfox
Tags: Cub, F/F, Feline, Raccoon, Young Love
"Mike," Hellen yelled into the phone, "Answer your damn cell!" She slammed the receiver into the cradle, an abuse that Sheila didn't think was necessary. Hellen stomped off, up the stairs, and in to her room, each step thundering her frustration. Sheila stood in the kitchen, looking at the phone, wanting to reach out her hand, grab the receiver, and dial Mike's number.
Part of her wanted to, anyway. The other part told her to let the bastard run. It has been a week since the fox took her virginity, and he'd done nothing but avoid her entire family. In school, he stayed away from his group of friends, which included Hellen, and outside school, he wouldn't answer any calls, wouldn't answer his door, or have his mother tell people he wasn't home when they knew he was.
Sheila felt hurt, betrayed, but at the same time, she didn't blame him. She sort of pushed him into having sex with her. He had tried to resist, but she was persistent, and by that time, neither of them were thinking with their brains. And then it happened; Mike, a seventeen year old fox, had sex with Sheila, a thirteen year old kitten.
She remembered every detail, every kiss, every touch, but what she remembered the most was afterwards, wanting to be held by him, and he just lay there, staring at the ceiling. She cuddled up to him, trying to melt in to him, but he was an icy block, stiff and rigid. After a few minutes, he simply said, "I gotta go," and then put his clothes back on and left. She had cried for the rest of the day, brought herself together enough to eat dinner with the family, and then cried all night.
But that all had been a week ago, and she had enough time since then to ponder on everything, and decided that Mike needed time to think about what they'd done, too. At least he didn't tell anyone. That was a weight off her mind.
She sighed, and poured herself a glass of water and went through her to-do list in her head. Math homework, vacuum the living room, do the dishes, get ready for Marcy's visit... She looked down at herself, and decided she was as ready as she was ever going to be. Pants? Check. Shirt? Check. Underwear? Double check.
Marcy had been her best friend for three years, doing all the things that best friends did, share clothes, giggle at boys, watch the porn that they found under Hellen's bed together, put on their mother's clothes and pretend that they were really, really old (much to her mother's dismay), practice kissing on each other, share books. And then, one day, Marcy said, simply, "I don't want to be friends any more," and then left her. After that, the raccoon had started spreading nasty rumors about her, and, in general, was a huge jerk.
And then, one day, she called and apologized. It wasn't a long plea for forgiveness, nor was it an explanation. All she did was say, "I'm sorry," and then hung up. Sheila wasn't even sure it actually happened.
A few days ago, though, she had called again, and asked if they could meet, talk, hang out. Sheila was half-tempted to blow her off, and call her one of the many colorful, inventive names she had silently come up with while enduring the sticks and stones of pre-teen stupidity.
Her dad walked through the living room, clutching something to his chest and glancing nervously around, like an art-thief about to open his cache while the cops were after him. He caught sight of Sheila looking at him, and gave her a cheery wave before disappearing into the garage.
Sheila shook her head, thinking, 'poor dad. He lives in a house filled with three women, one of them being a neat-freak, health-nut mother.' Everything in the house was clean to the point of looking brand new, with frills and potpourri and little boxes that had nothing in them, and Dad had nowhere to go to be a man, except the garage. He'd made it his sanctuary - tools, grease, car parts, a mini-fridge and a pool table - a place where he could go and be a man. Sheila had her suspicions that he was secretly trying to install a toilette in there, so he could pee and not worry about mom nagging him when he missed.
Of course, it wasn't quite fair to call her mom a health-nut, when she was a nurse. The woman witnessed first-hand the effects of bad diets and sloth every day, and it was understandable that she didn't want that for her kids. Smoking was so strictly banned in their house that Hellen was grounded for a month when she was caught with a cigarette in her backpack. Sheila still cringed at the memory of her mother's tirade. "Holding it for someone else my ASS! You're going to die of lung cancer! Now get to your room and don't come out until you're old enough to not be an idiot!"
Hellen actually was holding it for someone else, Sheila knew (she had eaves-dropped in on the conversation), but she was an idiot for bringing it into the same house as mother, anyway.
No hormone-treated milk, no high fructose corn syrup, no McCorporateDeathBurger (or, at least, that's what Dad calls it), sometimes Sheila felt like she was missing out on a whole other world, but, then again, she'd tried McCorporateDeathBurger once, and she could see why it had earned that title.
There was a knock on the door, and Sheila snapped out of her mental rambling. It took her a minute to even think about gathering the courage to open the door. A year ago, she would have rushed out there and playfully pounced on the raccoon, but now? She was half expecting there to be paint-filled water balloons, a video camera, and half her class laughing at her on the other side.
With that in mind, she opened the door slowly, and peeked around from behind it, using it like a shield. "Hello?" she said.
Marcy was there, alone, looking intently at her feet, which were shifting around nervously. "Hi," she said, and nothing more. They stood there for a moment, neither of them knowing what to do or say. Eventually Marcy spoke up, "Can I come in?"
Sheila glanced around the yard, noticing a severe lack of video cameras and water balloons. Finally, she nodded, "Yah, come in," and opened the door wide enough to allow the raccoon, and only the raccoon.
Marcy was a cute, young raccoon, with gray fur and black bands around her bushy tail. The dark spots around her eyes drooped down, making her look sad all the time, like she had massive amounts of mascara on, and it had all run down her face in a solid streak when she'd been crying about whatever. Sheila could have believed that Marcy had been crying, right now, from the look on her face. The young raccoon looked miserable.
"Where is everyone," she asked, trying to make small talk.
Sheila shrugged. "Dad's in the garage, Hellen's sulking upstairs, and mom's... I think she's doing laundry."
"Oh... well..." She held herself, rubbing her shoulder. "Can we talk in your room?"
Sheila nodded, and they headed downstairs. As they crossed through the hallway that separated the stairwell, laundry room, and Sheila's room, her mom called over her shoulder, "Sheila? Could you bring this basket-" she began, but stopped when she looked. Uncertainty flickered across her face. "Oh," she said, "Marcy. It's... you."
Marcy looked like she wanted to die. She gave mom a half-hearted wave and mumbled, "hello". Sheila shrugged.
"Will you..." She began, searching for a way to handle the situation, "Will you be staying for dinner?"
Marcy shrugged. "Probably not."
"Oh," said mom, "Okay."
"C'mon," Marcy mumbled, and headed for Sheila's room.
Mom looked at Sheila, as if to say, "What the fuck?"
Sheila shrugged again, and followed Marcy.
Marcy closed the door behind her, looking about as if trying to find hidden cameras. Her nervousness reminded Sheila of Mike, right before they had sex so much that she suddenly wanted to cry, but she held it back, determined to see this through.
Marcy sighed, then sat down on Sheila's bed, bouncing a couple of times, and a wistful smile crossed her lips. "Remember jumping on all the blankets and pillows on the floor?"
Sheila nodded slowly, not sure of what to think of the situation. She glared at the raccoon.
"Okay, look," said Marcy, throwing her hands up in surrender, "I'm sorry, okay? For all of it. I'm sorry."
Sheila shook her head. "Why'd you do all those things? The rumors, the tricks, turning everyone against me? Why? What did I do to you?" She crossed her arms across her chest, glaring even harder.
Marcy clutched her paws to her chest, her tail drooping, ears laying flat on her head. "I said I'm sorry, okay?" Her voice was full of pleading, the corner of her eyes filling with tears. "I... I didn't know what to think... and I... I was afraid!"
"Afraid?" shouted Sheila, flexing her paws, unsheathing her claws and retracting them again. "Afraid of what? Me?"
"Of how I felt," Marcy shouted back, standing up suddenly, reaching for Sheila's paw, but Sheila took a step back. "You and me? When we watched that movie your sister had? I..." She hung her head, unable to say it.
"What," Sheila demanded.
"I couldn't help but think of you. I... wanted to do that with you!"
It was as if Marcy had hit Sheila upside the head with a baseball bat. Her limbs went limp, and memory flooded back.
They were sitting on the couch, no one home, curtains pulled shut, door locked both ways, and still Marcy was nervous. The room was dark, except the glow from the TV screen, where two wolves were mating passionately, several different times, in many different angles, and a couple different holes. The whole thing was a half hour, and they'd watched it all. Marcy kept fidgeting, clutching a pillow tightly. She kept glancing to Sheila, and then glancing at the window, as if at any moments her parents could peep in and ground her for life.
"I... I like you, Sheila," said Marcy, softly. "I couldn't help but think of you, and... I don't know... just... you and me... and... you know how my dad is... He hates 'the gays.'" She rubbed her shoulder, hugging herself. "I didn't know what to do... so... I thought... I thought if I pushed you away, it would all go away..."
Sheila was left breathless, her knees failing her. She slowly sank to the ground, sitting cross-legged, her gaze distant....
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On the other side of the thin, plywood door, Sheila's mother leaned back and clasped her hands to her mouth to keep from gasping. Her ear hurt from pressing it so hard against the door in an effort to hear more.
She had a moral struggle. Listening in on such an intimate moment was a huge invasion of privacy... but then again, she had her duty as a mother to oversee her daughter's path through life, and gently guide her... she shook her head. That was such bullshit. She didn't have a reason to listen in. She admitted to the fact that she was being extremely nosey, came to terms with it quickly, and then pressed her ear to the door again.
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"Sheila," said Marcy, shrinking away, on the edge of tears. "Sheila, say something. Please. Anything. Forgive me. Tell me to go to hell... just say something..."
Sheila didn't know what to think. She wasn't against homosexuality. She didn't much understand it, but her dad had taught her that when the other kids say something like, "Ew, that's gay," they were being bigoted jerks, and really they only say that because their vocabulary isn't good enough to use the proper word. Sheila didn't see any reason why people can't just love each other, but she never considered it for herself.
Marcy had slumped down on the bed, her chin to her chest, still rubbing her shoulder. "I..." Sheila, and Marcy looked up, "I don't know...I mean... You... you said a lot of mean things..."
Marcy lowered her head again. "I know. I'm sorry," she muttered into her chest.
Almost a full year, though Sheila, a full year of rumors and teasing... and she's the one that's on the verge of crying? She looks so sad...
"Do you promise that it won't happen again?"
Marcy nodded. Her voice was a mix of indignant and pleading when she said, "I stopped, didn't I?" but she remembered herself and said, meekly, "Yes, I promise." And then again, more firmly, "I promise."
Sheila nodded, then stood and walked over to the bed. She sat down next to a surprised Marcy, and put her arm around the raccoon's waist and giving it a squeeze, resting her head on Marcy's shoulder. It was soft and inviting, warm. "Then, I forgive you," said the kitten, softly.
Marcy slid her arms around Sheila, and they hugged. Marcy's scent was so warm, so familiar. Sheila felt weird for smelling her friend like that until she heard Marcy doing it, too. She giggled and let go of her friend. They sat back and smiled at each other, and awkwardness began to sink in.
Marcy took a deep breath, leaning forward, she kissed Sheila on the lips, very lightly. It was like an electric shock to her heart. All of Sheila's breath left her, and all of a sudden she didn't know how she felt. So many questions raced through her mind, but were silenced by Marcy puckering her raccoon lips and kissing her again, this time leaning in to it, wrapping her arms around Sheila, and Sheila was surprised to find that she was doing the same. They kissed once, twice, three times again, and Marcy pushed Sheila over and lay on top of her, kissing again and again.
Sheila was blushing under her fur, embarrassed to feel moisture between her legs. She wanted Marcy to touch her there, and she found herself wondering what Marcy's juices taste like.
Marcy's hand found its way on Sheila's breast, rubbing and massaging it, making Sheila breathe heavily. And then, suddenly, Marcy broke off the kiss. Sheila was half expecting Marcy to pull out a video camera and yell, "surprise," but the raccoon girl simply looked down into her eyes, searching their teal depths, and whispered, "I love you."
Sheila didn't know what to say. She spent the last six months despising and loathing this girl, and now, suddenly, here she was, in her arms, warm, loving, the patches of dark fur around her rich, brown eyes making her look so sad...
She couldn't find the words. All she could do was lift herself up and mash her lips against Marcy's, messing it up a bit, their teeth bumping together. They kissed and kissed, licking at each other's lips, stroking their paws over each other's body.
And then, on the other side of the door, her mother called, "Sheila, Marcy, dinner in five minutes."
Marcy and Sheila's lips parted, and they both blushed fiercely under their fur. They were sweaty, their fur mussed and messy, they were out of breath, and Sheila was certain that she had a moist spot that went through her jeans.
They both spent the next five minutes cleaning themselves, rubbing their fur back the right way, catching their breath, exchanging quick, embarrassed glances at each other. Despite changing in front of Marcy before, Sheila now felt shy about it, so she simply slipped a skirt over her jeans, stuffing her tail through the hole in the back, snuggling them on and making sure that it completely hid the dark patch on her pants, hoping that Marcy didn't notice.
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Dinner was awkward, to say the least. Any time that Hellen's gaze wandered in Marcy's direction, Hellen would glare at her. Her dad, who normally was lively and cracking jokes at the dinner table, was silent, his head down, focusing on eating his pizza.
Her mother, on the other hand, while barely touching the pizza, was a well of conversation. "So, Marcy, how's school?" It was a question she always asked, before Marcy became confused.
"It's okay. Too much math homework, but I'm really doing well in my English class."
"Well, that's good. Hellen's always been good at English, too. She gets that from her father."
Without looking up, Sheila's dad mumbled, "Every fair from fair sometimes declines."
"See? I could never pull Proust out of thin air like that."
He grumbled his correction, but only his pizza was close enough to hear.
Something was bugging Sheila. "Why are we eating pizza? I thought the grease was 'bad for our fur.'"
Her mother pursed her lips. "It is. I just... didn't feel like cooking tonight."
"Dad usually cooks."
Dad grumbled to his pizza again.
"Most kids would be ecstatic to have pizza."
Sheila left it at that. Best to keep her head down, she figured.
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Sheila and Marcy were sitting together on the couch, watching one of the rare good shows on TV, giggling with each other during the commercials, making fun of the silly advertisements, and pointing out the shameless product placement, when her mother interrupted.
"It's getting late, girls, do you want a ride home, Marcy?" Mother's idea of being subtle, thought Sheila.
"No, I'm okay, I can walk."
"Okay. Just be sure to be safe." And with that, she headed upstairs, to her bedroom.
"She seems to be pretty O.K. with me being back," Marcy said, once Sheila's mother was out of earshot. "I mean, your dad and sister were all giving me the evil eye, but Tina seemed pretty chill."
Sheila nodded. She had come to her mother and sister in tears over some of Marcy's antics, and she was certain that word had filtered to her father, and they all were very protective about it, but for her mother to just accept Marcy being back like that... it was... odd. Sheila wasn't sure she was perfectly okay with Marcy being back, either, but somehow, it felt right.
"Well," said Marcy, pushing herself off of the couch, "I'd better go. Let me know how it turns out," she said, and Sheila didn't know if she meant the show or her parents.
Following Marcy to the door, Sheila noticed that Marcy was trying to hide her face. She stepped out the door and hesitated.
Sheila's breath was taken away when Marcy spun, and tears were in her eyes.
"I... Did it really happen," she asked, suppressing a sob. "Did we really kiss? I've dreamt about it for so long, and now, I don't know if I'm remembering a dream or..."
Sheila felt exposed, a chill wind blowing through the door, rustling her skirt. She wasn't quite sure it actually happened, either.
"Tell me you're not joking with me," Marcy said, desperately. "Tell me you really meant it. That you didn't do it just to make me feel better." The tears were rolling down her face, soaking her fur, the patches around her eyes now fitting exactly how she was feeling.
Sheila couldn't think of words to say. She wasn't sure what she wanted to say, anyway. She didn't know how she felt. All she knew is that her friend was there, crying, and she wanted to hug her, hold her, make her feel safe, warm, loved, and she wanted the same from her. She stepped forwards, arms agape, and embraced the raccoon, giving her cheek a light kiss before hugging her tightly.
Marcy was sniffling, sobbing, but the sobs soon subsided, and she held Sheila, too.
In Marcy's arms, Sheila felt warm, safe, loved. It was bliss.
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"William," Sheila's mother said, laying with her belly on the bed. Only a single lamp lit the room, on Sheila's dad's side of the bed, and he was laying with his back against the headboard, reading a thick book.
He had been dreading this moment. As they got ready for bed, he could tell that she had something on her mind, something that caused her to be pensive, and slightly moody. He checked his mental calendar, and went down the list of possibilities. No, he didn't miss their anniversary, nor did he miss her birthday, any of the kid's birthdays, and it wasn't even 'that time of the month.' He didn't know what was wrong, and that worried him. He carefully put his bookmark in place, and gently closed the book, setting it aside. "Yes, dear?"
"Will, you know about Marcy, right? All the mean things she's been doing to Sheila?"
Will nodded, thinking 'how could I not?' but saying, "yah."
"Well... don't you think it's weird that she's suddenly friends with her again?"
"Very much so, yes, but that's what kids are. Weird. Fickle. I believe the term is Attention Deficit."
Tina shook her head. "Well... I... I know why she's back... and why she's been so mean... but... I don't know what to do about it. I mean... if I just shove my nose in Sheila's business, she's going to hate me. But if I don't... I mean... what they're doing is pretty... I don't know, it just seems... I mean..."
William looked at his wife with a knowing smile. "You've finally gone insane, haven't you."
She batted him with her paw. "You're not helping."
"Well, Tina dear, considering I have no idea what's going on..."
Tina took a deep breath. "I overheard them talking downstairs.
"Overhead or eavesdropped?"
Tina pursed her lips. "A little of column A, a little of column B."
Will grinned wryly. "tsk tsk. You naughty kitten, you." Tina rolled her eyes. "Now, dish out the goods. Why?"
She hesitated. "You... You've always told the kids that the whole... homosexual thing was okay, right? You always told them that gay people were still people, and the people who made fun of them or hated them were ignorant, stupid bastards, right?"
Will nodded, not quite seeing the point. "Yes," he drawled.
Tina took another deep breath. "Well... Marcy is gay for Sheila."
"Oh," Will said, after a while.
"Well, you know how her father is, and that's why she was being so mean to Sheila. She was trying to push her away so she wouldn't feel that way. But... Today... today they... um..."
He tried to finish the sentence. "Reconciled?
"Well, yah, but also... um... made out..."
If Will had been drinking coffee, he would have spit it out at this point, eyes bulging. "Woah!"
"I know! They were talking, and all of a sudden I hear them making out, and... I couldn't think! That's why we had the pizza. I just couldn't bring myself to cook anything. All I could think about was that our daughter was playing tonsil hockey with the bitch that wrote nasty lyrics about her on the boy's bathroom wall."
"Not an image I needed."
"I know!" She sighed and flopped her head into her pillow.
William was still a little perplexed. "Didn't she have a crush on that fox boy?"
"What," Tina asked, muffled by the pillow.
"Mike, Hellen's friend. I thought she had a crush on him."
"I didn't hear anything about that..."
"Neither did I, but I saw the way she looks at the guy. She gets all goofy and shy. I dunno, maybe I'm just seeing things."
They both took a moment to gather their thoughts, Will looking blankly at the book he set down, Tina fidgeting with her claws.
"At least we don't have to worry about grandchildren," Will said, ever the optimist.
Tina bopped him with a pillow.
"I guess this means we'll have to give her the sex talk," he ventured.
"What? No! I mean... I guess... but... she's only thirteen..."
"And you lost your virginity when?"
Tina hit him with a pillow again, this time with a small amount of aggression. "Just for that, you get to do the talk."
"What? Why me? You're the woman! And since she's lesbian, there's double the woman-bits involved. No man-bits. I should be in the garage while you two talk it over while knitting a quilt or something."
"Wait, don't they teach this stuff in school so we don't have to be parents to our children?"
"Might as well sit her down in front of the TV and have her watch softcore porn while we're at it."
"We get porn channels?"
"Nope," Will said, without hesitation. "We're going to have to rent it."
"Damn. And Porno rentals are so spendy."
Will chuckled and kissed his wife's forehead. "We'll just have to cut back on the bondage gear, my love."
She mock-pouted. "But how else am I going to get my jollies?"
"We could always try it missionary style. I've never done it that way before."
"Oooooh, mister adventurous!" She rolled over, pulling him on top of her.
"Oh my," Will said, giving his purring wife a kiss.
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On the other side of the wall, Hellen rolled over to the edge of her bed and groggily reached for her night-stand, where she kept the earplugs. She cursed her eagerness to snatch up the room with the larger closet and passing over the room with two floors between her and her parents as she firmly shoved the little foam plugs in her ears, then - though it was uncomfortable - smothered her ears with earmuffs. Whatever goaded her parents to be in 'the mood,' she hated it.
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The next day, a lazy Saturday afternoon, Sheila was in her room, curled up on her bean-bag chair, taking a light catnap when she was jolted awake by the sounds of footsteps on the stairs. She stared at the door for a moment, until there was a gentle, polite knocking.
"Come in?" she said, not knowing who in her house would bother to knock. Hellen would barge right in, and her parents would just call her upstairs. She was slightly surprised to see both her parents walk through the door. She sat up, curious as to their intentions. "Yah?"
They both made themselves comfortable at the end of her bed, fidgeting, eyes not quite meeting hers. "Sheila," said her mother, slowly, unsure of herself, "We would like to talk to you about something..."
Sheila cocked her head to the side, patiently waiting for them to spit it out.
"Um," Will said. He opened his mouth to say something, then shut it again, then opened it, and shut it once more. He settled with, "Um..."
"You aren't pregnant, are you," Sheila asked, taking a stab at it.
Tina's eyes went wide, but she quickly shook it off. "No! No..."
"But speaking of which," her father cut in, "Um... we would like for you to... not... get pregnant."
"Wha?"
Her mother glared at Will, then took a deep breath, plucked up her courage, and sallied forth. "We want to talk to you about sex."
"Ew!"
"Tell me about it," Will said, under his breath.
Pretending not to notice, Tina continued. "Well, we know you're reaching that age where... well, your hormones start to kick in, and... Sex starts to come up."
It wasn't much of an innuendo, but the situation was stressful, and to alleviate some of it, Will chuckled to himself.
Sheila eyes started to dart over to the door, and she was judging the chances of her escaping this, trying to estimate how long it would take for her to get to the door, and if either of her parents would be able to catch up to her if she got a head start by shouting, "MY GODS! LOOK AT THAT HUGE SPIDER!" pointing to the wall, then booking it. Odds weren't good - her dad had long legs, good for running, and her mom looked like she could pounce with the best of them. Besides, she couldn't avoid this forever. They'd eventually catch her. She'd have to sleep some time.
"Look, I know, this is uncomfortable, but we'd like to talk to you about this, to make sure that you're safe, and make wise decisions."
Will nodded in agreement. "We don't want grandchildren just yet."
Tina rolled her eyes. "Look, there's a lot of danger involved with sex. Not just pregnancy or disease, but, there can be a lot of emotional damage, as well."
Sheila nodded, like this was all new info, trying to keep calm, but in her mind she was freaking out. Did they know? Did Mike talk to anyone? How many people knew?
"You may think you're in love with someone now," her mother said, "but trust me when I say that..."
"Love sucks," Will finished for her, taking over. "You wouldn't believe the number of times in high-school I heard people say, 'Oh! I love her! I'll never leave her! She's the one for me!' or, 'I love him! He's so great! He'd never cheat on me!' and then two days later, they break up over some stupid little thing, and never talk to each other again. I'm not saying that this will happen to you, or that you're that dumb, but... You're young, and sometimes we forget how long life is. Hell," the word earned him an elbow in the ribs. "Heck," he revised, rubbing the now-sore rib, "Your mom and I have a good thirty years left... followed by ten okay years, and then about twenty bad years." He did the math on his fingers, and nodded. "Yah."
Tina gave him an odd look, but shook her head. "Look, what we're trying to say is..." She looked to Will. "What are we trying to say?"
"Don't be a dumbass."
That earned him a punch on the arm.
"Ow! Violent!"
Tina shook her head again and took a deep breath. "What we're trying to say is that... we'd really, really appreciate it if you waited until you had sex."
"And, I think you know I'd shoot any man who so much as thinks of touching you," Will finished.
Tina grimaced, but no violence ensued. Soon, the three eased into an awkward silence, with much fidgeting and staring at the floor. Tina stood and straightened a picture of the family. "Well," she said, once satisfied, "Okay?"
"Um..." Sheila said, thanking whatever deity or spirit that was listening that they didn't know about her popped cherry. "Okay."
"And, if you have any questions, or just want to talk to us about anything," her mother continued, powering through the words like she rehearsed them, "You can."
Sheila nodded slowly, wondering if this would ever end.
Will got up, patted his legs to shake off non-existing dust, and headed for the door. "Okay! Glad we got that over with. I'm off to the garage." He called the last part over his shoulder as he climbed the stairs like a bat out of Hell.
"Don't forget to take out the trash," Tina called after him. She heaved a sigh and began to follow him, but stopped with her hand on the doorknob. She turned around and sat back down. "I... I was twelve when I lost my virginity," she said, her voice soft, her eyes on the floor, reminiscing. "I thought I loved him, I really did. James... He was a wolf, two years older than me... we were dating, but I didn't tell my dad about it, 'cause he would have shot James." She smirked at that. "One day, he took me to this lake... we walked about a mile, on this long gravel road... It was the middle of summer... we were in the shade under a tree, and he kissed me... It wasn't our first kiss, but it was... the wildest kiss, for sure... I knew what sex was. My friend Leslie told me all about it... and... I don't know what I was thinking, but I was so eager... so excited to share my body with this boy... Three days later, he was dating another girl... I cried so much... Uncle Tommy? He went out and found James, broke his nose for breaking my heart." She smiled, reminding herself to give her brother a call. "I dated other guys after that... Years after that. And then I started dating your father, and I remember thinking, 'this is the man I should have given my virginity to.'" She took in a deep breath, bracing herself. "I know, Sheila."
Sheila backed up a bit, afraid of what would next come out of her mother's mouth.
"I know about you and Marcy." She drooped her head, tucking the edge of Sheila's blankets under the bed neatly, her tail curled up beside her. "I'm sorry, but I overhead you and her talking, and... I want you to know that it's okay."
Sheila blinked. It was the only thing she could manage to do.
"And, I just want you to know that... whatever you do... I'm okay with it. And you know your dad is, too. Just..." she took a moment to find the right words. "Man or woman... Sharing your body is sharing your body..." She looked her daughter in the eyes. "Make sure that you're sure it's what you want to do."
Her mother looked strong and fragile at the same time, protective, but she also looked like she needed a hug. Sheila fought back tears, trying to hide her frown, trying to control the corners of her mouth from tugging down, holding in a sob. She launched herself forward and wrapped her arms around her mother, clinging to her tightly, and let the tears flow.
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The ensuing weeks were some of the best that Sheila had enjoyed in years. School was no longer the "keep your head down and hope it ends," it had been, and it was all the better with Marcy by her side. They had decided that it would be best to keep the public displays of affection out of school, because the way people talked, it would pass to some kid's parents, and that would get back to Marcy's dad, and then Marcy would probably be put in an all-boy's school to turn her straight again. But they were back to being friends, and life was good.
Outside of school, they spent as much time together as they could. They went to the mall together, mocking the latest - and most ridiculous - fashions (Braiding your fur all over your body? Absurd!). They would go to the park together, and swing on the swings, spin until they were sick on the merry-go-round, buy junk-food at the corner market (and making sure that there were no left-overs, and that the wrappers were thrown away, in case Sheila's mother caught wind and gave them a lecture). They would watch TV together, scoffing at the reality TV and giggling over the cartoons. And sometimes, they would just lie together in Sheila's room (never Marcy's, in case her father barged in) and would kiss until their lips were sore.
Sheila was underneath Marcy, their arms wrapped around each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. Sheila could feel the young raccoon's budding breasts rub against hers, the excitement of it, the feeling, the pressure; she lost herself in a cloud of blissful pleasure. Marcy's paw rubbed against her side, caressing her ribs, and then her stomach. Her shirt slid up, and Marcy's hungry fingers were running through the fur on her belly, each pass of her paw sending electric shivers up her spine.
Sheila's shirt slid further and further up, exposing her whole stomach, her abdomen, her bra. Marcy's fingers traced the edge of her bra, over her breasts, teasingly. With a smoothness that seemed almost accidental, her training bra slid down, and Sheila's breasts were exposed, her pink little nipples poking out of her fur. Marcy broke away from the kiss, leaving Sheila's lips feeling slobbery and cold, but in moments that didn't matter, because Marcy's lips were on her breasts, brushing against her fur, licking at her nipples. Each lap of the coon's tongue made her loose her breath, and her stomach clench, the pleasure too intense, but at the same time, a little voice in the back of her mind was begging herself, "No, no, no, please, you know what this leads to. Please. I want to wait before I give myself away..."
But then a sadness passed through her when she remembered that she had already given herself to someone, and no amount of holding back could change that. She looked down at Marcy, the little raccoon with sad eyes, licking, stroking, kissing her, and somehow she felt sure.
She arched her back and reached underneath herself, unhooking her bra and sliding it off, letting out a breath of relief. Marcy sat up, and Sheila took her shirt off the rest of the way, then, leaning over and taking Marcy's face in her hands, the kitten kissed her ring-tailed girlfriend, and lost herself to passion.
Together, they took Marcy's shirt off, exposing the soft, light grey fur of her belly, and her bra - pink, with an embroidered daisy neatly nestled between her young breasts. She blushed as she reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it drop on the floor. They spent a moment simply taking each other in. The raccoon's breasts were small white hills on her chest, crested with tiny, pink nipples. Sheila delighted in that Marcy also had a white patch on her belly, though Sheila's was just a wide circle on her belly, just below her almost flat breasts, while Marcy's was a long, wide streak that started just below her neck and disappeared below her jeans. Something deep within the kitten wanted Marcy's jeans to be gone. She wanted see where the white fur lead, to know what lie beneath the faded blue fabric, see it, smell it, taste it...
Marcy giggled and smiled warmly, snapping the kitten out of her dreaming gaze. The ring-tailed girl ran her thumbs along the waistband of her jeans, where they met in the middle and slowly undid the button, unzipping the zipper tooth by tooth, torturing the young kitten. Centimeter by centimeter the zipper fell, revealing pink cotton panties, with a daisy embroidered in the front to match her bra. When the zipper finally reached the bottom, Sheila was breathless with anticipation.
Marcy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pants again, and slowly pushed them down, awkwardly lifting her knees one at a time to get the jeans completely off. Sheila eyed the triangle that was Marcy's thighs and cubmound greedily. As Marcy let her pants drop beside the bed, Sheila pounced on the Raccoon, forcing her on her back and kissing her ferociously. Marcy shrieked and giggled, then let out a gasp as Sheila's kisses dropped below her muzzle, to her neck, collarbone, chest, breast, the kitten's rough tongue lapping at her nipples, but only for a moment, because she moved on, following the white-furred road, until it ended at the panties. Sheila took a moment and took in Marcy's groin, fur matted down under the thin layer of cotton, her mound beautifully outlined. A little oval of dark-pink rested just above Marcy's lower lips, sending a pang of glee through the kitten.
She almost didn't want to see Marcy completely naked. Like a child drooling before the pile of presents on its birthday, part of the excitement was the mystery of what lay underneath that soft, pink wrapping. Tentativly, she reached between Marcy's legs and touched the dark-pink patch, pressing her fingers against it, feeling the outline of Marcy's slit, gently stroking the gasping raccoon's outer folds.
Marcy groaned and opened her legs wide for Sheila, flinching and twitching as Sheila explored her private region, the coon's breathing rising and falling heavily. It felt naughty and gross to have her panties cling wetly to her mound, like she pissed herself. She couldn't take it anymore. Bumping Sheila's probing hands aside, she lifted her hips and shoved her panties down.
Sheila watched them as they landed on the ground with a small splat, letting out a disappointed mewl herself. Still, she turned her attention to her lover. Her eyes trailed down the young coon's white stripe, starting at her neck, lingering at her growing breasts, sliding eagerly down her belly, then passing below the waist, where the white tapered down her bikini line and the wetted down fur surrounded her pink cubslit. It was better than she had imagined.
Marcy wasted no time unbuttoning Sheila's pants, and pulling both the pants and the panties down at the same time, a strand of fluid breaking off where it had been soaking the panties. Sheila sat down and lifted her legs as Marcy pulled, tossing both the garments aside.
They embraced in a kiss once more, lips pressed together, muzzles parted slightly, their tongues cautiously adventuring into each other's maws. Sheila wrapped her arms around her lover, caressing her soft fur as she pressed her hips against Marcy's. Her mind went blissfully blank as they made out, gone to the rest of the world...
... except a knocking on her door. Marcy was a flurry of limbs and blankets as she covered herself up. Sheila stood, looking frantically for a towel or a robe, calling out, "y-yes?"
"Sheila," it was mother, talking through the door. "Marcy's dad called. He wanted to know if she was spending the night."
Sheila looked to Marcy, who was kneeling on the bed, wrapped up to her neck with all the blankets like a burrito. Eyes wide with shock, she looked to Sheila with a hopeful pleading.
"Y-yes?"
On the other side of the door, Sheila's mother nodded and called back. "Okay. Don't forget you have homework."
"I won't, mom."
"Good night."
"Good night, mom."
"Good night Mrs. Tanner," Marcy called.
"Good night, Marcy."
Sheila and Marcy looked at each other, Marcy a blanket and coon burrito with a side of pillow, Sheila dangling a small towel in front of her, and they both thanked their lucky stars that Sheila's mother didn't peek in.
Tina took a deep breath and tried not to imagine what they were doing in the room, or what they would do.
Sheila let out a breath of relief as she listened with perked ears, making sure that her mother's footsteps could be heard overhead, thinking that they were unusually loud tonight. It must be all the excitement. She flopped down on her bed, looking up at Marcy the Burrito.
"That was close," Marcy sighed, letting the blankets slide down, revealing her slender, nude form.
Sheila looked up and was greeted with Marcy's cubslit, right there, just a few inches away, calling out to her... the scent was intoxicating, so rich and thick that she could taste it in the back of her throat. She wanted so badly for that taste to be on the tip of her tongue.
Slowly, cautiously, she lifted her head and took her first tender lick, making Marcy gasp with excitement. The taste was better than she had imagined, and it felt so right. She licked again and again, tracing the outside of the young raccoon's sex teasingly.
Marcy buckled and fell on top of Sheila, twitching and flinching with each touch of Sheila's tongue. Sheila stopped and giggled, looking down between their bodies to see Marcy's pleasured expression.
"Did you like that," she asked, her voice almost a whisper.
Marcy nodded, breathlessly muttering, "yes, yes."
Sheila giggled again and spread her legs invitingly to Marcy, the fur around her cubslit already matted down and moist. Marcy reach up and touched Sheila's mound, exploring the kitten's sex. Sheila mewled as Marcy parted her lower lips and sunk a finger into the kitten's constricting vagina. The kitten lost herself for a moment as her lover pushed the finger further and further in. It was pleasurable, but almost painful, as well.
Once she remembered herself, she began lapping at Marcy's sex in earnest, long, massaging licks that coaxed little squeaks of pleasure out of the coon. Marcy began pushing the finger in and out of the kitten, using the other paw to rub and caress her outer folds. Marcy's face was achingly close to the kitten's sex, so close that Sheila could feel her breath against her fur, tickling her, driving her wild.
Sheila gave Marcy another long lick, starting at her clit and plunging into the raccoon's hugging depths. Marcy shuddered and almost tipped over, having to use a paw to keep herself stable.
Marcy's breathing was getting heavier as she brought her muzzle closer to Sheila's sex, reaching out with her tongue and flicking it across the kitten's dripping lower lips. She was so grateful that the kitten's mound was smooth and rounded like hers, and not on of those raggedy roast-beef looking things she saw on the internet.
Sheila felt like an idiot, doing nothing but wiggle her tongue inside the raccoon's sex. She didn't know what else to do. The only porn she saw was of a man and woman, and the man seemed too pre-occupied with his penis to go down on the woman. Still, she tried, lapping at Marcy's inner walls, sliding her tongue out every once in a while to swallow Marcy's juices. Marcy's citrusy wetness made her feel better about her own, which had been extremely embarrassing with Mike, though he didn't acknowledge the small puddle that had collected beneath her.
Marcy shuddered as she felt Sheila's tongue slide back in to her. It was slippery, and exciting, and weird to have her most private place touched by anyone but herself. Each lap of the kitten's tongue sent electric fire through the coon's young sex, making her jolt and convulse. Feeling the need to reciprocate, Marcy pulled her finger out of the kitten's hot sex and replaced it with her tongue, feeling the kitten's squishing tightness. Sheila moaned loudly, her warm breath against the coon's sex.
Marcy's paws rested on Sheila's bikini line, her thumbs gently rolling the kitten's soaked labia. In her carelessness, Marcy let her index fingers rest on Sheila's tail-star, and every time Marcy shivered with pleasure, her fingers would curl ever so slightly, putting a gentle pressure on the kitten's anus. She wanted desperately to tell her lover, "more! More!" but she was too embarrassed. What would Marcy think? Wouldn't she find it gross? She opened her eyes and took in Marcy's most private area. There was the soft, flattened fur that surrounded her mound, soaked through and matted down with saliva and cum. Her cubmound was split, pink flesh showing beneath the fur, glistening, and just above that, Marcy's tailstar, surprisingly lacking of stench.
Marcy groaned. "Please," she breathed, "Don't... don't stop!"
Blushing, Sheila realized she had indeed stopped. She mewed at her lover, then kissed the coon's clit, giggling as Marcy shivered and sighed out in pleasure. Marcy returned the favor, and Sheila mewed happily.
She favored her lover's sex with long, slow, dragging licks, from the coon's clit, dipping down between her folds, then 'accidentally' brushing against her anus, but she didn't have the courage to do much else. She slid her tongue between Marcie's lower lips, and lapped at the insides, coaxing more and more love-juices to flow out of the coon, down Sheila's tongue and in to her partially opened maw. Sheila pressed her lips to Marcy's sex, and dug her tongue deep in to the coon's folds.
The kitten's roughly textured tongue was too much for the Marcy. Her fingers and toes curled as she moaned through her orgasm, one digit pressing and stretching Sheila's anus, penetrating the girl's tailstar.
Sheila let out a yelp as the coon's sex clutched at her tongue, and she felt the finger enter her. Arching her back, she came, as well, spraying Marcy's muzzle with her orgasm.
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The sheets were soaked. The bed was a mess, and the sheets were soaked through, and her fur was matted and tangled. And she smelled of sex. There, in Marcy's arms, the coon snored gently as she clutched to Sheila, warm and loving. Sheila lay awake, a mess, and never happier in her life. She gave the coon a kiss on the side of her muzzle, and was left with the hint of her own taste on her lips. She snuggled closer to the coon, their breasts touching, Sheila's legs entwined with Marcy's, holding her hand. Gradually, Sheila, to, fell asleep, smiling happily. |
nifty | Message #369 To: All Subject: My First Time!
I was about 12 or 13, attending a Jr. High School here in L.A. A group of about 5 or 6 of us, had decided to go to a walk in theater; the Lambert theater by Crenshaw and Vernon. After the show, we started walking home and on our way, passed a swimming school. One of the guys said, hey lets jump the wall and go skinney diping. So we did. We spent about 30 or so minutes playing around naked and then decided to get out before we got cought. Another guy and I, by the name of Hampton, were dressing together, and I noticed that he seemed to take a particular interest in my "privates", so to speak. He just sort of kept taking "peaks" at me. At any rate we all got out of there and went home. The following Monday at school, I saw Hamp again , waved hello type of thing. Subsequently, about 3 or 4 days later, he asked if I would like to go Ice Skating with him and his older sister, that weekend. I said sure, that could be fun. After school, I noticed that he was walking home, going in the same direction as I was, and about that time he called out for me to wait-up. I did, and then we stated walking home together. He asked if I would want to stay over night at his place after Ice Skating. I said sure that would be O.K. The following night we returned from Ice Skating to his house. His mom asked if I wanted a sandwich etc. So we both had one with a glass of milk etc. When it became time to go to bed, Hamp showed me his room, and I was surprised that it had only one bed. So I asked, where do I sleep? He said, oh we can just sleep together. I said something like, "oh, o.k.". We both started to get undressed, down to our briefs, and I jumped in bed, while Hamp turned off the light. I tossed and turned trying to get comfortable and then fell asleep. I woke up to Hamp feeling my butt, cock and balls. I asked what the hell he thought he was doing, and he said words to the effect that I should do the same to him. I started to do just that. The next thing I knew, he was jacking me off while also jacking himself off. I had shot on my own before, but this had a whole new thing about it. After a while we both shot. Up to this point I had not really touched his cock, only his ass and balls, because he had had his hand on his cock. We kept on messing around, and then I noticed that I was getting hard all over again. This time, I did what he had done before, which was to get ahold of his cock while stroking my own. We again shot, only this time it was twice as good (at least for me) as before. We then messed around a little more and finally went to sleep. The next morning, we were both awake prior to the rest of the family, and Hamp started to play with my cock again. By this time I was very guilty about what we had done the night before, so was not to willing to do it again, expecially with the sun shinning in. So I told Hamp no, and he stopped and I went home. The rest of the week end was full of reflections of that night. Monday at school, Hamp asked if I wanted to get together at his place after school. To make a long story short, we got together every day after school for the next 3 or 4 days. Then a guy by the name of Orvil came by Hamps house when we were in his bedroom jacking each other off again. We really did not like the interuption, but what is one to do. To make a longer story even shorter, it appeared to me that Orvil came by for the very same reasons that I had been coming over. Then it came out in the open, when Orvil asked that I leave so that he and Hamp could go to bed. I said that he should leave etc. We ended up playing a game of mumbledepeg (sp) to see which one of us was going to stay. Well it turned out that Oliver stayed and I walked on home. The next day at school, Hamp and I were talking and I asked him how long he and Orvil had been "doing it". He said for about the past 4 or 5 month. Orvil, Hamp and I never did do it together. But it wasn't too long and Orvil and I would go to Orvil house and do it. About the 3rd or 4th time, Orvil intrupted me when I was jacking both of us off, by saying that he wanted to suck my cock. Well I had heard of this before, but really didn't know that it was really something that really happened. At any rate he did, and I went to heaven.
I'll never forget it!!!! Subsequently, when Hamp and I were on a bus going to a movie across town, we were at the rear of the bus, and the next thing I knew, Hamp was unbuttoning my 501's and starting to jack me off right then and there! That was really great. Thatf night after the show, Hamp was to stay at my house for the night.
Which he did. I asked him to suck my cock instead of jacking us off. He replied that he had never done that before, and that I should do it to him. So, slowly, very slowly I got into the doing of it.
He was as extatic about it as I was on my first time with Orvil.
The next thing we knew, we were doing it to each other (yes, 69ing it). After about 5 or 10 minutes of this, my bedroom door comes open, with my mother asking "what is going on in here". When she turned on the lights, she didn't need to ask any longer. She called Hamps parents to come and pick him up, and to never allow the two of us to ever get together again. I ended up with ever male member in my family explaining what females and males were all about, etc. At any rate, by the time my family were finished, I was scared to death and thought sure I would die at any moment. I did get over the scare, but did not have another jack-off or suck session until I was 18, and in the Navy. But that is another story. Take care. |
nifty | Beach Blanket Bananas
It was abalone season. Tim was on a near-deserted California beach late in the evening. The sun was slowly setting -- it was that interlude between light and darkness when shadows seemed to take on a life of their own.
Tim looked down by the beach, and realized he was not alone. A couple was locked in a tender embrace. They had apparently been skin diving for abalone; their wetsuits were still partially on. Tim could see flowing blonde hair on the woman; and the form of a darker male figure with a very good physique. The man and woman seemed locked in an embrace. Tim was wearing only loose-fitting swim trunks. He was glad that they were loose fitting, because he could feel his own manhood rising.
Tim heard the couple speaking softly, but could not make out what they were saying. The woman suddenly motioned for Tim to come to them. Tim slowly walked towards the couple on the beach. Their wetsuits displayed their muscular, in shape bodies. Tim decided that they were probably in their early 20's. When the got to the couple, the woman pulled down her partner's wetsuit, and pulled out his cock. Tim was quiet amazed. The cockhead was one of the largest he had seen. The woman gently took Tim's head, and forced it onto the man's cock. Tim noticed the smell of the man's crotch, which was actually quite pleasing, mixed with the smell of the rubber wetsuit and salty seaspray.
The couple began to kiss and moan even more fevereshly. The man started to tense up. Tim could feel the man's muscles tightening and tensing. The woman reached down, took Tim's hand, and placed it in her crotch. Tim put one, then two fingers into the woman. Tim could tell that she was enjoying this at least as much as Tim and her boyfriend. Tim's fingers began to move around inside her. Short gasps began to come from her mouth.
Tim looked up at the man. Suddenly everything fell into place! He realized that he had been sucking on his younger cousin! Apparently the couple had recognized him, and had decided that he would be their "birth control" that evening! Tim felt a sexual electricity and energy that he had never felt before! It had been several years since he had seen his cousin. In the back of his mind he had thought about sucking his cousin off, but he had never had the opportunity to broach the subject.
Now his cousin increased his pelvic thrusts into Tim's mouth. Tim's cousin was still wildly kissing his girlfriend. Tim could feel her response as well. Finally, with one loud gasp and thrust, Tim felt his cousin coming inside his mouth. The salty taste of the man's cum mixed with the salty taste of the sea spray on his wetsuit. The white cum pooled on his wetsuit. Tim took some of the cum, and fed it to his cousin and girlfriend. He was surprized, they both seemed to enjoy this experience. Finally, Tim's cousin reached down, touched Tim on the ears and mouth; pressed his lips against Tim's, and said "Hey -- thanks, cousin Tim!" Tim heard his cousin's deep voice, and the sound of the ocean waves, and knew that he would remember this experience a lifetime!! |
FSE | Title: Dogs of War - Chapter 10 - Artifice of Will, Artifice of War. by Noisy Bob
Tags: Discipline, Fantasy, Human, Magic, Master/Pet, Minotaur, Muscles, Mutant, Pain
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**NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:** The world this story is set in is the one of Onyx Tao's excellent story series *Cold Blood* (don't throw a fit, it's all open license and Tao's a great guy!) and is set into the timeline at around about chapter 3 - Green Fields - but is to be considered non-canonical, being purely a fanwork. If you enjoyed this then go check out Cold Blood which as of the writing of this is up to it's 15th chapter, I guarantee you won't be dissapointed.
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In the lightless caverns Tathal had no way of knowing whether he'd been staring at his reflection for five minutes of an hour. He'd found a shard of broken mirror behind a stack of crates, the edges were sharp as blades but they didn't cut his skin, they couldn't, not any more.
The changes had become more pronounced after the third augmentation, the scales now extended over his entirety of his forearms and hands like gauntlets of living armour and additional specclings of them had appeared on his shoulders. His musculature had become more defined, Tathal had always had always been wiry, with the kind of explosive strength well suited to a spearman but now he was starting to look like a wrestler. The claws - he was still trying to get used to the idea that *he* had *claws!* - had become thicker and longer too, saber-like in their curvature and more vicious-looking than even a wolvens.
He was sure his eyes had been blue, not the golden serpent-slits he saw in the mirror. They weren't really ugly but...they weren't *his*.
At least he'd gotten some clothes now, First had found his lost trousers and one of the handmade sackcloth robes the Echidnans wore, it was rough and itchy but it at least kept off the cold. He stuffed the piece of mirror away inside a pocket, not wanting to look anymore.
After his second augmentation he had been given the honour of sharing masters chambers while he rested from the working, it seemed to cost Mallear dearly to perform each new change to his body and he spent whole evenings at a time - as far as he could tell in the lightless caverns, but some times just sort of *felt* like "morning" and "evening" - sitting in his armchair, a massive construction of mahogany and green-dyed leather that looked quite out of place in the barbaric simplicity of the wolven den. Even at these times Tathal knew that massive strength still resided within his Master, somehow he just felt that the few shreds of power that remained after he changed Tathal were still more than sufficient to lay low an army.
At those times Mallear usually read, he devoured books at an incredible pace, the hazel minotaur lingered on each page for no more than a few seconds at a time. Tathal wished he could read more than anything at those times, as he kneeled beside Mallears chair with his head resting on the minotaurs lap while Mallear read, stroking Tathals hair absently to occupy his free hand - Master Mallear *always* needed something to do and grew fidgety and agitated otherwise. He was suprised when he noticed that the cover of one of the books had fallen open and on the first page there was a picture of the head and shoulders of a human man, like the marble busts that the Imperials made of their leaders, he had inquired Mallear about the picture;
"The author." he had simply said, looking away from his page for barely a second.
That had come as a suprise, from the time he had shared Mallears mind he got the distinct impression that Mallears view of humans was something in between likening them to children and pets. And a *resource*, he had got that much, during the second augmentation Mallear had told him about the properties of human flesh;
*"Very easy to work biomancy upon, probably why the creators decided to make humans the template for all other sentients, or a happy coincidence at least. The changes I wrought on your body would have taken months to achieve on, say for example, a Minotaur or a Wolven."*
Knowing that it was hard to concieve why Mallear would read a book written by a human, tentatively he asked why Mallear had been interested by it;
"If I am to improve upon the works of the creators I must possess not only their tools but something they did not." replied Mallear.
"What, Master?"
"Empathy and foresight, pet." Mallear said, a curious undertone in his voice, almost like anger but not directed at him "They didn't take enough care to understand the motives of their creations and track their inevitable conclusion, the result? A fractured mirror."
Mallear snapped shut his book after placing a small strip of cloth on his page and placed it on top of the stack beside his chair, Tathal felt the mages magic, a crawling unsettling feeling that passed as soon as it came, and Mallear unbuckled his mask, revealing his beatific face and eyes brimming with paradoxical kindness.
"Perhaps you think that I scorn humans, after sharing my thoughts? Is that it, pet?" he said.
"Well...you do, don't you, Master?" replied Tathal.
Mallear chuckled softly under his breath "No, pet. Though it is true most humans irritate me I feel much the same way about most minotaurs, I always enjoyed wolven company more, there is a strange kinship between us, especially now that I share the
concordance." he paused and picked up the book Tathal noticed "Now take this fellow, Phlebius of Dioclepia; quite the most entrancing poet I have ever discovered, I have never once read a work of his that did not stir me, sometimes even to tears.
How could I scorn that?"
"Poetry, Master? What's that got to do with the working?" asked Tathal.
Mallear leaned forward in his seat down to Tathals eye-level and looked him square in the face "Poetry is the purest expression of written emotion, it is one of the few things that approaches the concordance in its ability to convey meaning, you...you cannot understand, how old are you?"
"Twenty three, Master."
Mallear shook his head "You cannot understand, no." he said "Should you live as long as I then perhaps you will come to know what immensity of pointless harm can result from a lack of empathy and foresight. Or perhaps you won't, even provided with a quite sufficient thousand years few of those fools come to grasp it."
"The wolven are pretty empathetic, Master. Doesn't seem to help them."
"Wrong on both counts, pet. Wolven are *empathic*, and that is quite a different thing, and also consider this; thanks to the creators the Wolven will likely never possess a culture of true sophistication on their own, their instincts run too deep, without the solidarity of the concordance they would have quickly disintegrated and destroyed eachother. In fact if I am not successful they may do so yet, given another rather unfortunate oversight on the creators part with regards to their, Aha...*dietary requirements*. It's ironic, like so much else, that while they have mastery over the emotions of others they, perhaps more than any other creator race, are ruled by their instincts."
Mallear leaned back in his chair again "They suffer too, perhaps more than any of us. The great work will benefit them as well. It is a sad thing to have become a monster, it is doubly sad to have been born one."
"What about being made one against your wishes?" said Tathal, aloud but more directed at himself, it wasn't until he'd actually said he words that he realised their meaning adn tensed in expectation of Mallears ire.
He felt Mallears fingers stiffen on his scalp and then slowly relax "I am unsure that I could put a number to it." said Mallear "And I had thought you were resolved to the changes, welcoming them even."
"I am, Master." said Tathal "But it frightens me, I...I don't know-"
"Yes, the adjustment will be difficult at first as you become accustomed to your new body-image, but if you do not accept it as inevitable and desireable then it will destroy you. I have termed it the 'realisation point', eventually at some point an Echidnan reaches a stage where their psyche attempts to reconcile itself with its new host body. Body and mind are intrinsic to each other, if you are able to reconcile the changes to your form then you will pass beyond this point and your worries will abate."
"And if I can't?" asked Tathal
"Then you will lose your mind and die by your own hand." said Mallear matter-of-factly, Tathal gasped and looked up at him, hoping it was a jest.
"But you are resilient, pet. Your continued persistance in defying me, even now though I am sure you are not aware of it, is proof of that." said Mallear with a smile "And I shall guide you through the transition, I as of yet have no clear way to guarantee that it will not happen but there are ways I can help, it makes me wonder how the creators managed to make such large changes to us without that difficulty. If indeed they even tried to circumvent it, which is doubtful."
Tathal settled his head back on Mallears lap, his worries dispelled by the minotaurs words, until another thought arose.
"So...did First pass the realisation point, Master?" he asked and for just a second, passing so quickly that it might have been a trick of the flickering light, Mallear winced.
"First...has been dealt with." was all Mallear said, some preservation instinct told Tathal that prying further would be a very bad idea.
The uncomfortable silence was broken when Silk appeared in the entranceway looking even more drawn and pallid than usual, sweat beaded on his brow and he was visibly controlling his breathing to avoid panting in exhaustion.
"Apprentice? You bring news?" said Mallear, looking up.
"The captive is proving uncooperative, there is more resistance than anticipated and despite Kathars aid it will not be a simple procedure." said Silk, extending one hand to lean against the cave wall.
"But then that was expected, was it not?"
"It was but...Master, I have never performed the rite of the sleeper on a minotaur before, I knew something of the species resonance but of course the resistance is proportional to the force used and..."
"And the rite is *very* forceful."
"Yes, Master, Very. I'm having to wrestle with *my own magic* with every stage of the rite, it recoils against the purpose I put it to."
Mallear sighed exasperatedly "Are you saying that you cannot complete the rite? I have cautioned you on the consequences of failure, or perhaps you think my assesment of your abilities was unfair? Maybe you think I was wrong, that you are in actuallity only a mage of mediocre ability?" he said, almost conversationally but with a dangerous tone creeping in to his voice.
"Master, I-" started Silk, fear clear in his eyes.
"No apprentice of mine is going to admit failure." said Mallear in a tone as unarguable as a blade pressed lovingly to the neck "Either finish the rite...or leave."
For a moment Silk looked crushed before a strange sort of hardness seemed to come over him, a renewed resolve, he bowed and turned to leave wordlessly.
"Oh, and Apprentice..." said Mallear, turning back to his book.
"Yes, Master?"
"If I catch you acting like a slave again I will not be so forgiving, you are a mage now and will never be of use to me if you do not break the habit of looking to 'master' for instruction whenever things seem insurmountable, now go." said Mallear in a deadpan voice, flicking aside the bookmark.
"Yes, Master." said Silk, tersely, and disappeared down the tunnel.
"Tsk, it's progress, I suppose..." said Mallear wistfully, apparently to himself.
Tathal settled his head back on Mallears lap, everything seemed less important these days, all that mattered was that Mallear was pleased with him, even if he apparently wasn't with Silk. Good, he didn't like Silk *at all*, all of Mallears slaves hated him. They feared him too, they whispered *mindbender* when he passed by, which was apparently an insult or warning of sorts. Even the wolven seemed to avoid him, though he was less sure as to why.
"Speaking of progress, I think it was time you began some basic training in Thelematics." said Mallear, Tathal backed away on his knees when he felt the minotaur tense to move and Mallear rose to his hooves.
"Follow." he commanded, rebuckling his mask. Not for the first time Tathal wondered why Mallear wore the thing but had little time to think about it when he had to jog slightly to keep pace with Mallear through the caverns. They were strangely quiet now, no servants hauling equipment and the bestial snarls of the wolven were quieter and less frequent, even the atmosphere of the place seemed less oppressive. It must be night-time, Tathal resolved, they were all asleep, the wolvens terrible mental presence was muted because their minds were unfocused. He wondered absently what wolven dreamed of, eventually deciding he didn't want to know.
He was suprised to find that he recognised the cave tunnel, he was starting to pick up the layout of the twisting, winding, place; they were heading for Mallears laboratory-cavern.
Even after being in the place several times before already Tathal never ceased to be amazed by the enormity of the cathedral-like cavern. Mallear broke into a burst of that strange minotaur-speed and reappeared beside a glass-fronted case which he opened and removed from inside an hourglass and an intricate brass device made of a series of interconnected rings and sat down in the great armchair, moving a side-table in front of him and setting the device and the hourglass down on it.
"There, sit." said Mallear, indicating a spot opposite him on the floor.
"This," said Mallear once Tathal had sat where directed, manipulating some of the rings of the device "is a training tool."
"What for, Master?"
"Mental discipline, it was something of a science in old Xarbydis." replied Mallear "The mind is a weapon, as potent as any blade, there was a time when those most skilled warriors were taught using methods similar to this in order to draw out their latent potential. They are...were...quite formidable, yes."
A shadow seemed to pass over the masked minotaur for a moment, an anxiousness of sorts "But such warriors are no more, I am...quite certain of it."
"So, this is to do the same for me, Master?" asked Tathal, uncertainly.
Mallear barked a short laugh "Nothing so drastic at this point, given the existing stresses your mind would collapse in on itself if subjected to that level of conditioning." said the mage "No, at this point I merely wish for you to gain some measure of control over your emotions."
"So I can...keep control in Furore'?"
"Precisely, pet. Most astute." said Mallear with a hint of satisfaction. Tathal was oddly excited at the prospect, he hated how *uncontrolled* he had felt when he used the creator-gift, like he wasn't really himself anymore - though he wasn't sure he hadn't lost some of that already - and the memories of what he had done to that minotaur prisoner haunted him still.
But if he could maintain control then it would be a true blessing, not the double-edged sword it currently was.
"How do I use it, Master?"
Mallear chuckled "So eager, pet? That won't last long." said the minotaur in an amused voice, that was probably bad, Tathal realised, most of the things that Mallear found humourous so far had been deeply unpleasant.
"To begin with, align the inner medallion so that it's markings match the ones on the next-largest ring." instructed Mallear
"The lesson will begin when you make the first change."
Tathal looked at the device more closely, each brass ring had markings on them, runes of sorts, each one in the center of a small coin-like disk of metal that looked removable. The runes were strange, they seemed to shift and change like they were alive while at the same time maintaining a solid shape, just looking at them made his eyes water. In the center of the rings was a disk containing four rune-coins.
"So I match the symbols?"
"Yes, each subsequent ring has a corresponding pattern which relates to the next, there is only one correct combination." replied Mallear, sitting back and meshing his fingers.
"How will I know what the right combination is?"
"That, I assure you, will not be an issue. You will know."
There was something grave in Mallears voice, and possibly...anticipation? Hunger? Maybe he was imagining it. He turned his concentration on the puzzle, it seemed simple enough; the first ring had eight symbols along its circumference, one of each looked identical to one of the symbols on the central disk and the remaining four looked like amalgams of the central four, it was just a matter of switching the symbols round to match the central ring and place the remaining four in the right position, simple.
he hooked a clawtip under the rim of two erroneous disks and swapped their positions, out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Mallear had overturned the hourglass but he said nothing so Tathal supposed he was just supposed to carry on with the puzzle. The first ring was completed easily enough, the second ring looked harder, he was about to start on it when the last grain of sand fell through the neck of the hourglass.
Before he had time to touch a second-ring rune a sudden jolt of pain lanced through his head and he cried out in pain, the hand that had been meant to go to the puzzle instead moving reflexively to his temple, it felt like he'd been struck with a club.
"Incorrect alignment, the whole board follows a pattern, not just part of it." said Mallear, turning over the hourglass "There is more to the device than simply altering the positioning of the symbols, decipher it or the pain will be worse next time."
The sharpness of the initial pain had dulled away to a persistant headache and he had to fight through it to concentrate; more to it? What did that mean? Everything was aligned correctly with the fixed symbols matching...No, that was the problem!
*"The whole board follows a pattern."* Mallear had said, the symbols were meant to align to eachother at right-angles, not in lines, just like the amalgam-runes did. The rings looked like they were meant to rotate, that must be why, experimentally he placed one finger on the first ring and span it 90-degrees, the pain stopped almost immediately and Tathal breathed a sigh of relief.
"Don't dally, continue the alignment, you have used up half your time already and if the next ring is not completed by then the pain will be substantially more intense." said Mallear, sternly, pointing to the hourglass and it's slowly-emptying upper bulb.
"You never mentioned that part!" said Tathal in a despairing tone, obscured memories of mage-pain now all too vivd again after feeling the magical lash.
"That, my pet, is part of the learning process." replied Mallear, airily.
Tathal grit his teeth and tried to push the slowly-diminishing supply of sand from his mind and focus on the puzzle board. He didn't know what to do, he had a rough idea of what to do but he had no way to identify which amalgam runes were meant to be placed where as far as he could tell, there semed to be no way of avoiding the punishment.
"Master, can I ask a question?" he said, nervously.
"That rather depends on the nature of the question in hand, speak anyway." replied Mallear.
"Does the pain...does it vary depending on how wrong I am?"
Tathal could almost *feel* Mallears amusement despite the impassive visage of his mask, as though it radiated from him in palpable waves.
"Very clever, pet, yes it does." said Mallear with a slight incline of the head that Tathal took as a sign of approval.
That was the key! He now had a metric by which he could judge whether his actions were correct.
*"If you survive it."* his mind grimly supplied. Nevertheless, this was the answer, he was sure of it.
With solemn motions tathal placed a selection of the amalgam runes in an arrangement that seemed logical and then, restraining himself from tampering with the board, waited. Seconds became minutes as he watched the sand trickle through the neck of the hour glass, breath freezing in his throat as that last tiny trickle of pearlescent dust slipped through the pinch and leave the top bulb empty. Immediately he was thrown into contortions by the depth of the agony that ripped through his head but he didn't resist it, didn't try to block it out, instead he *gave* himself to it, experienced every nuance of the exquisite torment it engendered and *remembered* it.
When it finally abated he shook the fog from his mind and focused on the board again, selected a rune that might possibly be out of place, and swapped them. Then, once again, he waited.
Mallear was eerily silent, his usual uncontainable nervous energy stilled like a man engrossed in a particularly interesting piece of street theater during a climactic moment. Minutes past, the bulb emptied, the pain...was less than before! Awful, certainly, but it only elicited a pitiful whimper rather than a choked scream of pain this time, he was close...and he could see a new pattern emerging. He hastily memorised the placement of the runes in case his intuiton was flawed and rearranged the pieces to match the pattern emerging in his mind. He sat back for a moment to check that everything was in place and again shifted his attention to the hourglass. His heart raced as the final dram of sand clung to the conical pinch, trickling so slowly that time could have shifted, and finally fell.
There was no pain! He barked a short laugh, half in triumph and half in relief, as he wiped his sweat-beaded brow with the back of his hand, an exaltation that was short lived when Mallears furred fingers closed around the hourglass and turned it over.
"Next ring. The pain intensity for incorrect alignment will be increased fifty percent." the minotaur intoned.
"W-what?" said Tathal in a small, shaky voice as the colour drained from his cheeks.
"The pain intensifies by half with each ring, Continue."
"But I need to feel it at least twice before I can guess the pattern!" protested Tathal, weakly.
"Then guess right."
What followed Tathal only dimly remembered, a waking nightmare of scarcely imaginable torture and nerve-wracking periods of indescision as the sand trickled by. The third ring took him four attempts and left him nearly exhausted, the fourth took only two but the punishment was so paralysing in its intensity that he barely managed to keep his hand from shaking long enough to place the runes. The fifth and final ring now lay before him, he waited for its sting.
When it came he couldn't even scream.
*WhiteHotNailsDrivenThroughFleshSavagedByTenThousandDogsFrostburnStuckWithArrowsSwordThroughTheGutLashUponLashUponLashUponLashUponLashUponLashUponLashUponLashUponLash*...his imagination failed to encapsulate it, his world had become a supernova pinprick of burning light among a black expanse of suffocating nothingness, yet still the magic wouldn't let him lose consciousness, wouldn't let that pinprick be swallowed by the drakness, it just left him alone with his hurt until it finally abated and his vision expanded once again.
He had only a moment of relief before the pain struck again, long enough to see that the last of the sand had been pissed away while he was incapacitated from the last time. A terrible realisation crept through his pain-addled mind that his body was starting to fail, even for a Celti tribesman he had always had stamina to spare but the ordeal, the muscles bruised by straining against the pain that had no source and the frantic beating of his heart all had combined to make his recovery time longer and longer after each and every jolt.
He was dead. There was no other word for his situation, he was a corpse that just hadn't realised it yet. There was no doubt in his mind that his cruel master wouldn't stop the game, Mallear had no patience for failures, he'd just let him writhe until his heart burst and probably consider it a way of at least salvaging some entertainment from his worthless pet before bestowing Furore' on another human and beginning the process over again. He forced his screwed-tight eyelids open and blinking throught the fog of pain saw that he was right, the steel-faced minotaur watched his agony with somethig resembling interest - anticipation? hope? Lust? - with his mighty head resting on one hand as he reclined in his armchair. Tathal used every ounce of strength he could muster to try and force out a plea, all that his strangled throat could produce was a few choked whimpers but Mallear seemed to understand anyway.
"Maybe I overestimated you? Perhaps this test is too hard..." came Mallears emotionless voice, ringing with metallic resonance, and for just a moment Tathal allowed himself to hope that maybe his master would show kindness afterall "But if you cannot complete this you are of no use to me anyway, do try and fight your death though, I should be able to gather some data from observing how your altered physiology handles this level of pain induction."
What was left of his will crumbled at the confirmation of his masters despite. Despair gripped his heart, he was so scared, so ashamed, so *angry*! Angry with himself, angry that he couldn't live up to Mallears expectations, angry that he had dissapointed the one who offered him *so much*. But what did it matter anyway, the pain had abated now but he didn't have enough strength to go on, his body just refused to move, no longer responding to his commands but just a ragdoll of flesh and bone, it was just like...like when he had used *Furore'*.
The epiphany came dimly at first, but then hit hm like a bowshot. *Furore'!* When he had used it before he endured a pummeling from a *minotaur* and barely felt it, if it could render blows thrown by the awesome strength of a minotaur as ineffectual as the flailings of a child then it might let him ignore magical pain as well!
He blinked the tears from his eyes and stared blearily at the hourglass o the edge of the table; there were only seconds left! Tathal focused on the anger, the anger borne of the shame of displeasing Mallear, and alowed it to well up inside him to feed the ember in his chest where *Furore'* dwelled. In an instant his clothes had become restrictive and binding, he was acutely aware of the coarseness of the sackcloth and felt every groove and indentation, itching and scratching his skin.
As the final dram of sand fell through the pinch Tathal growled like a rabid wolf and forced himself upright, the mage-pain was still there and it still hurt like hellfire but he could deal with it now, it didn't seem to matter as much anymore.
His hand closed on the edge of the table as he pulled himself back to the board, his claws leaving tiny scratch-marks on the surface, in truth he would have torn off a chunk if he hadn't been controling himself. Through red-tinged vision he scanned the board again, dimly noting a short intake of breath from Mallear that he had to ignore lest recognition of the miotaurs approval dampen his supernatural rage. There was little thought to pattern as he swapped the runes on the outer ring, Furore' was meant for war and it was struggle enough to prevent himself from bending the little medallions of brass in half beween his fingers, he just switched them around at random, searching for the right combination. His breath was heavy and ragged and he snarled with frustration as he felt the mage-pain ebb and flow as he struggled with the puzzle that had become nonsensical in his animalistic state.
Focus, focus, *focus!* This was useless if he couldn't command his own faculties, he could fiddle with the damn things all day and never get the right combination. He had to rise above it, not feel the rage, not struggle to control Furore' but *ride it*. He reached out with his mind, it was like swimming for the surface of the ocean, except the ocean was a red haze of blood and killing intent and every moment it threatened to drag him down like a beast savaging his legs.
*"NO!"* screamed the last defiant speck of him and suddenly the world became clear again. He felt shaky and uncertain but he was in control again, riding the beast, letting it bear the brunt of the mage-pain while he remained free of it. Still breathing like a marathon runner adn with the sound of his racing heart beating in his ears he extended a scale-armoured hand that no longer shook with uncontainable energy and, with calm and deliberate motions, completed the puzzle.
A howl of laughter shocked him from his reverie and Furore' fell away with it, retreating to the ember in his heart with a growl. To his amazement the laughter had come from Mallear, who slapped his thigh and roared with laughter that contained genuine pleasure, his mask giving the sound a chime-like quality.
"Well played, pet - no, *Ravager*!" bellowed Mallear and Tathal felt his heart skip a beat, all the suffering forgotten with those words.
"Mas-" he croaked, trying to thank Mallear for his praise, but a giddy mixture of fatigue and euphorea overtook him and he collapsed against the table, too tired to speak.
Warm, soothing, hands bore him up, the tickling and crawling of Mallears magic sloshing through his form like effervescent water, healing and rebuilding. Changing too, he thought, Mallear changed everything he touched.
"Splendid, even Silk couldn't do it the first time, though his test was slightly different." said Mallear as he held Tathal to his wide chest, Tathal cooed softly and buried his face in the minotaurs robe instinctively seeking out the source of the intoxicating salt-pine scent.
Mallear chuckled under his breath "I have a gift for you." he said "Though it's not finished yet."
With that he carried Tathal to what looked like a bare stone wall until it seemed to soften like clay and open up to allow the miotaur through, revealing another cavern. The smell of metal and flame added itself to the mildewy cavern scent, the source became clea when Mallear paused to lower him to the floor, propping him up in a sitting position againt the wall; the center of the cave was dominated by a massive fire-pit of some sort that was cut out of the living rock, the surface of the stone ring was carved with abstract designs that seemed meaningful in some way, though he couldn't guess how. No, wait, he could - the markings were Ogham, the language of the druids, spiralling around the raised stone. Tools for working with leather and metal were scattered everywhere along with an anvil of astounding proportions.
Mallear approached another stone wall and placed one hand a few inches from its surface before withdrawing it, a slab of stone followed his hand, sliding out of the wall like a cabinet draw with no seam.
"This is where I keep my greatest treasures, I trust the wolven as much as I trust anyone but if they knew of some of the items of power in my possession they might become inclined to treachery to obtain them. And then I'd have to kill them, which would be a terrible waste." explained Mallear, jovially, as he removed a steel flask from the drawer before banishing it back with a push of his hand.
"Wha...what is that, Master?" asked Tathal, feeling a little stronger from the effects of the spell.
Mallear withdrew a large copper dish from a side table which he set down on the anvil, he then proceeded to make a strange gesture over the flask that caused the brass seals stamped over the join between its cap and body fall off and hit the floor with a ring. He twisted off the cap and with infinite care poured the contents of the flask onto the dish. It was a fine greyish powder that caught the light, twinkling like tiny stars, eventually filling the dish in a heap.
"Blood-iron, my pet. Enough to buy a city and all its inhabitants." said Mallear reverently "The blood of red-blooded creatures contains iron in small ammounts, what you see here is the iron taken from the blood of a thousand minotaur warriors."
"I don't understand, Master. What use is it?"
"Blood is a magical fluid resonating to the element of water, any water-mage like myself would gladly kill for this much blood-iron for it carries the resonance of its former owner." with that Mallear held his hand above the pile of grey powder and in an instant it became liquid, the grains coalescing together to form a mercury-like substance that lept into the mages outstreached hand in the form of a metal bar "Oh, what a wonderous weapon I am going to make for you, my Ravager." he whispered as he held the bar aloft.
There was a pulse of magic and Mallears robe fell from about him, leaving the minotaur nude in the firelight besides his mask, Tathal nearly gasped in awe at the sight of Mallears body, hard as marble and as perfect as a statue. A rumbling filled the room, it seemed to come from everywhere at the same time until its source became dramatically clear when a pillar of magma burst upward from the fire-pit, so hot it was uncomfortable against his skin and he had to shield his face from it even from the distance he was at and yet Mallear, who was close enough to touch it, remained unfazed, waves of heat breaking over his body like the ocean against a cliff. The magma didn't spill over the edges of the pire pit but remained obediently in the shape of a column, for the first time Tathal truly realised the extent of Mallears power, this display of magic, gross and awesome as it was, was *nothing* to him.
Mallear approached the pillar of burning magma and thrust the bar of blood-iron into its depths, right up to his hand! Tathal almost bellowed out a warning but saw that the flame refused to harm his master, it flowed over him with no more effect than as if it was warm honey rather than superheated rock. A few seconds later Mallear withdrew the bar, glowing white-hot in his hand, and set it down on the anvil.
"Water of blood, fire of earth, breath of magic." he intoned and raised his other hand above his head in a fist before bringing it down upon the bar in a hammer-blow that cast a flash of bright white light and a shower of sparks. Again and again he rained blows from his bare fist down upon the bar, when it cooled he thrust it back into the magma and he shaped it between his fingers, folding it, cropping it, teasing it into shape and eventually hammering down upn it again and again, uttering the same phrase each time he drew it out of the flame *"Water of blood, fire of earth, breath of magic."*
Tathal watched in rapt amazement, hypnotized by the roll of Mallears muscles beneath his flame-lit fur, the crash of his fist against the metal and even the way the sweatdrops that flew from his fur sizzled into nothingness once they reached a few inches away from his body. How much time passed he couldn't say, he was barely aware of anything, but it must have been hours before the pillar of liquid fire withrew and the chamber was again lit by more familliar flames.
Mallear walked up to him, holding the fire-blackened blade by the tang and pointed its tip at Tathal.
"Name it." he commanded as Tathal scrabbled to a kneeling position.
"What, Master?"
"Name the blade, it is a Celti tradition is it not?" said Mallear amusedly.
Tathal suddenly remembered, it had been a long time since he had a sword of Celti-make, the imperial swords were all so uniform it seemed laughable to try and make one unique so he hadn't bothered. He stared thoughtfully at the black surface of the blade, its name should fit its birth and what its life would be. The image of the flash of mage-light and the shower of sparks that followed passed through his mind as he concentrated on it and he put forth his hands to touch its surface, inexplicably cool and smooth to the touch, imagining himself weilding it in battle, imagining his Furore'-borne strength conducting its edge with the power and speed of...
"Master, I have a name for it." he said, confidently.
"Speak it." said Mallear, almost proudly.
"*Hard Lightning.*"
In an instant there was a flash of light and a thread of pure glowing white traced its way down the blade almost to the tip and a moment later more lines branched off from it forming Ogham script, the name of his sword. As the tracery of white light faded away he saw that it had been etched upon the surface, perfect druid-script.
Mallear held the blade lengthways and handed it to Tathal, it was so light for its size he could scarecely beleive it until he saw that the edge was as thin as paper, even at its thickest point the blade was no heaftier than a coin.
"Master, the blade is so thin, will it not break?"
"No, Ravager. It has to be thin."
"Why is that?" asked Tathal in puzzlement.
"How else is it to cut time?" replied Mallear. |
FSE | Title: Wieder mal Prügel! by Snakeman
Tags: Bear, Bondage, Cheetah, German Language, M/M, M/M/M, Raccoon, Scat, Wolf
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Wieder mal Prügel!
Hi! Bevor ich meine Geschichte erzähle, möchte ich mich erst mal vorstellen: Ich bin Benno aber meine Freunde nennen mich Bo, ich bin nen Anthro-Waschbär und nicht gerade beliebt deswegen. Man sagt dieser Rasse ja nach, Abfallfresser und Mülltonnen-Wühler zu sein, aber das ist nur ein Gerücht! Ich bin ganz normal.
Leider Denken nicht alle so. In der Schule habe ich deswegen ziemliche Probleme. Aber meine Freunde halten zu mir... es sind zwar nur zwei, aber dafür kann man sich auf sie felsenfest verlassen. Der eine ist das Stinktier AJ (welcher auch keinen guten Ruf genießt) und die andere ist Joi, eine Ponystute. Sie ist zwei Jahre jünger als wir, aber das macht mir nichts.
Aber da gibt's auch das genaue Gegenteil, und zwar so ne Gang, die von einem Wolf angeführt wird, den alle nur Tox nennen. Die andern beiden aus der Bande sind Kai, ein Gepard, und Boss, ein 2,30m großer Bär. Mit denen hatte ich nur Ärger. Sie waren 3 Klassen über mir und teilweise 4-5 Jahre älter.
Es war ein wunderschöner Mittwochnachmittag und die Schule war aus. „Endlich nach Hause, oder was meinst du Bo?" fragte Joi. „JA!" sagte ich und sprach weiter mit AJ was wir nachher noch unternehmen wollten. Wir verabschiedeten uns am Fahrradständer und ich machte mich auf den Heimweg. Natürlich kannte ich die Schleichwege in unserer Stadt, es war eine enorme Abkürzung diese Strecke zu fahren. Als ich in eine Seitengasse einbog und einen Müllcontainer passiere, schlug mir etwas so heftig ins Gesicht das ich vom Fahrrad stürzte und nur schwatz vor Augen hatte. „Na, wenn haben wir denn da?? Ist das nicht Booooo der Jammerlappen??!!" hörte ich im Unterbewusstsein eine Stimme. Ich merkte mit einem mal, wie mich mehrere kräftige Hände fest hielten. Ich konnte nix machen, dafür war ich noch zu benommen. Ich merkte auch, dass meine Handgelenke und Knöchel zusammen gebunden wurden. Dann lag ich da und versuchte zur Besinnung zu kommen. Als ich teilweise wieder sehen konnte, sah ich drei dunkele Gestalten. Ich wusste, es konnte nur Tox und seine Kollegen sein.. "Och, schaut euch an wie er da liegt" lästerten sie, „Wenn wir mit dir fertig sind, dann erkennt dich nicht mal deine Mutter wieder!" Jetzt bekam ich es wirklich mit der Angst zu tun. Ich wusste, in diesem Viertel stehen die meisten Häuser leer und es sind auch kaum Leute hier in der Nähe. Also wird Schreien mir nix nützen. Aber ich versuchte es denn noch, „Hilfe Hil...uff!!" Weiter kam ich nicht. Tox trat mir mit voller wucht in den Magen, mir wurde schlecht und schlieslich musste ich mich übergeben. Ich krümmte mich und jammerte vor Schmerzen. „Hier wird dich keiner so leicht hören und solltest du es noch mal versuchen werde ich dir den Arm brechen!" Tox stand nun direkt über mir, er zog Spucke von tief unten hoch und rotzte mir dann mitten ins Gesicht! Tox und die anderen lachten: „Du solltest nicht Waschbär sonder Drecksbär heißen!" Er holte aus dem Müllcontainer einen schimmeligen Apfel und hielt ihn mir vor die Schnauze. „Friss!! Oder du wirst bluten!!" Ich wollte nicht noch mehr schmerzen haben also öffnete ich mein Maul, er schob ihn mit Gewalt weit hinein... Ich musste würgen und versuchte es zu unter drücken. „Wenn du ihn wieder ausspuckst dann..." Er ballte die Faust und zeigte damit auf mich. Ich versuchte zu kauen und zu schlucken, dabei musste ich immer wieder den Würgreiz unterdrücken. Nachdem ich ziemlich viel von dem faulen Apfel gegessen hatte, packte mich Boss an den gefesselten Füßen und zog mich hoch, so dass ich auf dem Kopf stand. Tox stand mir nun gegenüber. Ich sah, wie er mit der rechten aus holte und sie mir mit Wucht wieder in den Magen rammte. Ich musste sofort kotzen und mir lief es die Lefzen und mein Gesicht hinunter bis es an meinen Ohren herunter tropfte. Die Welt drehte sich vor mir und mir wurde ganz langsam wieder schwarz vor Augen. „Boss las ihn los wir wollen doch, dass er bei uns bleibt!!" sagte Tox mit erheiterter Stimme. Hart schlug ich zu erst mit dem rücken auf den matschigen Boden auf, ich lag nun in meinem eigenen Erbrochen und versuchte irgendwie mich zu befreien. „Kai! Was ist denn mit dir los?" fragte Boss mit dumpfer Stimme, "Kannst du den Anblick nicht ertragen?" Kai sah nicht gut aus. Ihm war durch den Anblick auch schlecht geworden. „Ich kann nur die Kotze von diesem Bastart nicht riechen!" antwortete Kai mit leiser Stimme. „Dann zahle ihm es doch heim!" sagte Tox mit einem fiesen Unterton. Kai verstand und kam näher zu mir. Ich konnte mir schon denken was jetzt kommen würde und schon der Gedanke war ekelerregend. Kai stand nun vor mir und beugte sich über mich, dann musste er würgen. Der Geruch und der Anblick der Kotze lies es nicht anders zu. Ich bekam alles ab, über meine Hose, T-shirt und auch auf mein Gesicht... Aber die Schmerzen und die Tatsache, dass ich mich schon zweimal übergeben habe, ließen das Geschehen an mir vorüber gehen. Ich wollte weg, nur noch weg. Mein Magen schmerzte und ich fühlte mich elend. „Gut gemacht, Kai! Hoffe, dass es dir jetzt gleich wieder besser geht" sagte Tox. Ich fing an zu schluchzen und zu betteln, dass sie mich gehen lassen sollten. Ich wimmerte und kauerte mich zusammen auf den Boden. „Och, seht euch das an! Ist das nicht herzzerreißend?" meinte Tox und alle lachten. Tox verschwand kurz und kam mit einer Mülltonne wieder. Ich hoffte ins geheim, dass sie mich da nun reinstecken und dann verschwinden würden. „Los jetzt zum Finale!" rief Tox und die beiden anderen schauten sich grinsend an. „So wer will der erste sein...? Ok du darfst als erster Kai, weil es dir eben so schlecht ging." Boss packte mich und drückte mich mit dem Bauch auf die Tonne, er hielt mich fest, so dass ich mich nicht rühren konnte. Kai stand nun hinter mir. Ich begriff zuerst nicht, was das sollte, bis ich hörte wie Kai seinen Gürte und seine Hose öffnete. Boss packte meine und riss sie mit Gewalt herrunter. Kai packte meine Boxershorts und zog sie ebenfalls runter, dann wurde mein Schwanz von Boss hoch gehalten, so dass Kai meine Rosette sehen konnte. Kai meinte „Wenn du kein Waschbär wärst, würde mir das noch viel mehr Spaß machen!" Dann spürte ich seinen harten Penis an meiner Rosette, mit einem Ruck drang er ein ohne Rücksicht zu nehmen und ohne Gleitmittel. Der Schmerz lies mich aufschreien, doch dann packte Boss meine Schnauze und hielt sie zu... Ich konnte mich nicht mehr wehren und musste es über mich ergehen lassen. Die Widerhaken am Gepardenpenis scheuerten an dem Darmwänden und nach ein paar kurzen Stößen war sein Penis voller Blut. Es fühlte sich an, als ob ich von innen zerrissen würde. „Hoffentlich hat der Penner keine scheiß Krankheiten!" hechelte Kai den anderen zu „Ne, da sorgt doch seine liebe Mutter immer für. Wisst ihr doch wie sauber die immer ist!" sagte Tox „Und außerdem ist er doch noch Jungfrau! Wie soll er sich den da was geholt haben?!" Nach fünf Minuten war er dann soweit und spritzte in mir ab... es brannte wie Feuer und ich konnte den Schmerz kaum noch aushalten, am liebsten währe ich gestorben. Boss ließ kurz los, und ich stotterte: „ Bitte...bitte hört auf...ich kann nicht mehr...bringt mich jetzt um ...los tötet mich!!" „Aber ...aber, nicht so schnell wir sind ja noch gar nicht fertig!!" „Jetzt komme ich erst mal dran!" sagte Tox und kam zu Kai, der erschöpft keuchte und sich an eine Wand stützte. Boss hielt mir wieder die Schnauze zu und meinen Schwanz hoch. Tox stellte sich in Position und stieß so fest zu wie er nur konnte. Der Stechende schmerz der dann folgte lies alles schwarz werden und mir wurde schlagartig schlecht. Es lief mir zwischen den Lefzen raus, Boss merkte etwas und herrschte mich an: „Du Sau hast auf meine Hand gekotzt!" Dann bekam ich seine Faust ins Gesicht. Kurzzeitig spürte ich nix mehr und wusste auch nicht wo ich war, doch das dauerte nur wenige Sekunden an. Tox stieß immer noch fest in mich und Boss hielt wieder mein Maul zu und wischte seine Hand an mir ab. Tox Knoten schwoll in mir an und ich merkte wie er mich voll pumpte und wie sein Teil in mir fest steckte. Plötzlich stand Kai vor mir mit einer kleinen Blechdose voll Wasser, erst schüttete er mir ein wenig über die Schnauze und dann durfte ich auch meinen Mund damit ausspülen. Aber dann dachte ich nach und realisiere das es nicht aus Nettigkeit sein kann, ich spuckte es aus. In dem Moment sah ich das Boss seine Hose runter gelassen hatte und zu Kai sagte: „Danke, jetzt ist er wenigstens ein wenig sauberer." Tox steckte immer noch in mir und hechelte vor sich hin. Zum Glück schmerzte es nicht so wenn er still hielt. Dann musste ich mit ansehen wie Boss seinen Penis aus der Felltasche schob und ihn mir vor die Nase hielt. „Los, aufmachen oder es setzt was!" knurrte mich Boss an. Zögerlich öffnete ich mein Maul, doch dann riss Boss es mir mit den Händen auf und schob seinen halb erigierten Penis rein. „Los lutsch ihn oder willst du noch mehr Prügel?" Ich gehorchte und tat was er wollte! Es widerte mich an, aber ich hatte keine Wahl. Er stieß nun kräftig zu und sein Penis wurde von mal zu mal härter und länger. Bis er bei jedem Stoß einen Würgreiz auslöste. Er wurde immer heftige und packte meine Ohren um noch fester zu zustoßen zu können. Dann sagte er: „Ja du dreckige Sau von einem Waschbären ich komme gleich und du wirst alles schön schlucken, sonst breche ich dir den Kiefer!" Und dann kam er auch schon, es war eine erhebliche Menge und ich hatte Probleme zu schlucken. Dann zog er ihn wieder aus meinem Maul. „Das war gut!" Schnaufte er. Dann mit einem Ruck zog auch Tox seinen Penis aus mir, ich schrie auf weil der Knoten sich nur zur Hälfte zurückgebildet hatte und er mein Loch überdehnte. „Oh nein, jetzt habe ich scheiße von diesem Wichser an meinem Schwanz!!" schrie Tox. Er kam nach vorne, und hielt ihn mir vor die Schnauze. „Sauber machen aber zack zack!!" befahl er. Was blieb mir denn schon übrig! Ich streckte also meine Zunge aus und leckte über seinen halbsteifen Penis es schmeckte bitter und nicht gut. Aber ich leckte weiter bis er sauber war. Boss backte mich am Kragen und warf mich mit einer Bewegung von der Tonne auf den Boden. Meine Körper schmerzte, Meine Hände die noch immer auf dem Rücken gefesselt waren, meine Knöchel die auch immer noch zusammen gebunden waren. Meine Rosette und mein Unterleib, die am meisten von den Schmerzen betroffen waren und mein Mund und Rachen die durch das erbrechen und das Stoßen von Boss wund gerieben waren.
Ich lag nur da und bewegte mich nicht. Sie standen um mich herum und grinsten von oben auf mich herab. Alle hatten ihre Hosen noch offen und ich konnte ihre Hoden und Penisse von unten sehen. Kai tippelte leicht von einer auf die andere Seite. „Ich muss mal dringend!" sagte er in die Runde. „Ich glaube wir müsse alle mal meinst du nicht auch Boss?" meine Tox mit einem fiesen grinsen und schaute zu Boss, der darauf nur nickte. „Nein... bitte ...das könnte ihr doch nicht machen...!!" „Und ob wir das können!" meinte Tox und schaute mich ernst an. „Und du wirst mit machen, du wirst alles trinken was ich dir gebe! Du weist was sonst kommt!" Plötzlich wurde es feucht und warm auf meinem Bauch, ich musste mit ansehen wie Kai seinem Bedürfnis freien lauf lies. Kurz darauf lief auch aus Boss seinem Penis die goldene Flüssigkeit. Dann lies Tox auf alles laufen und pisste mir direkt ins Gesicht. „Los sauf es! sauf!" schrie er. Als ich nicht wollte und versuchte mein Kopf weg zu drehen, trat er mir in die flanke. Ich öffnete sofort mein Maul, eher um zu schreien als zu gehorchen. Aber ich konnte nicht schreien, der goldene Strahl traf sofort in mein Maul, so dass ich nicht anders konnte als zu schlucken. „Braver Junge, wenn du nur gleich gehört hättest dann müsste ich dich nicht immer bestrafen." sagte Tox mit ruhiger Stimme. Als alle fertig waren schaute Boss in die Runde und meinte,: „Der Pisser hat genug!!" „Und was ist mit seinem Geschenk?" Tox zwinkerte Boss an. „Ach ja, richtig das muss er ja noch haben!" „Wer will ihm denn seins zu erst geben?" mischte sich Kai mit ein. „Ich natürlich!" sagte Tox und grinste. „So du kleiner Waschbär, hör mir gut zu! Ich glaube du weist, was jetzt kommt oder?? Und ich hoffe es macht dir genau so viel Spaß wie mir!!" Tox lachte und die andern mussten auch lachen. Ich konnte mir nicht wirklich ausmalen was sie nun wieder vor hatten. Ich wusste nur, dass es nix Gutes sein wird! Kai holte aus seiner Hosentasche ein Stück Bindfaden oder eher ein kleines Seil. „Schnauze auf!" befahl Boss. Ich konnte nicht anders und öffnete, es waren zwei Schlaufen an beiden Seiten. Die eine legte er um meinen Unterkiefer und zog fest zu, so dass das Seil nicht mehr raus konnte. Dann richtete er mich auf und zog es zwischen meinen Beinen durch. Er spannte es über meinen Kopf und machte es an meinem Oberkiefer fest. Nun Konnte ich mein Maul nicht mehr schließen und musste es weit geöffnet lassen. Egal was nun kommen würde, ich könnte es nicht schließen. Boss ließ mich wieder zurück fallen. Tox zog wieder Spucke hoch und traf mir genau ins Maul. Weil ich auf dem Rücken lag konnte ich nicht anders als schlucken. „So jetzt bist du fällig!" Tox zog seine Hose ganz aus und legte sie über den Müllcontainer, die andern taten es ihm gleich. Dann stellte er sich breitbeinig über mich, und Boss hielt mich wieder fest. Als er sich dann hinkniete und mein Gesicht unter seiner buschigen Rute war, wusste ich mit mal was kommen würde. Ich zappelte und strampelte und versuchte mich zu befreien. Ich versuchte auch zu schreien nur mit weit offenem Maul geht das nicht gut. Tox griff meine Eier und quetschte sie leicht zusammen. Ich jaulte auf. „Hör gut zu, du wirst dich jetzt nicht mehr wehren sonst sind deine Eier matsch!" Dann drücke er (nicht meine Eier) er presste. Ich konnte sehen wie sich seine Rosette weitete und eine Braune cremige Wurst sein Loch verlies. Das Stück viel mir direkt in den Rachen und ich bekam einen Schluckreflex. Er drückte weiter und mehr und mehr kam aus ihm raus ich konnte nicht anders als zu schlucken. Als er fertig war sagte er:" ablecken aber alles!" Ich leckte so lange bis kein brauner fleck mehr zu sehen war. „So jetzt kannst du deinen spaß haben Kai!" Kai grinste und tauschte mit Tox die Position. Dann hob auch er seinen Schwanz an und fing an zu pressen. Nur bei ihm kam eine breiig gelbe Soße raus die mit ins Maul lief. Ich musste schlucken und schlucken, auf wenn ich hätte kotzen wollen währe das nicht möglich in der Lage und ich wollte auch keine Schläge oder Tritte mehr, also musste ich es tun. Es war zum Glück nicht viel, was mir der Gepard ins Maul gedrückt hatte. Dann viel mir mit schrecken ein, dass Boss ja noch da ist, der nun auch mit Kai die Plätze tauschte. Jetzt hielten mich Kai und Tox fest und Boss kniete sich über mich. Er schaute zu mir und grinste, dann fing er an... Sein Loch dehnte sich enorm und ich konnte sehen, dass es viel zu viel war, um es zu schlucken. Aber was sollte ich machen? Eine Riesen Wurst schob sich zwischen seinen Backen hindurch uns fiel in mein weit aufgerissenes Maul. Sie war fest und schlucken konnte ich so eine Größe nicht, also musste ich warten und konnte nix machen. Er schob mir noch weitere ins Maul bis es voll war dann rutschte er nach hinten und ich bekam es ins Gesicht und auf die Augen, die ich nun geschlossen hielt. Als er endlich fertig war merkte ich wie er (also Boss) meinen Unter- und Oberkiefer packte, und als einer das Seil durchschnitt, drückte er sie mit aller Kraft zusammen, so das ich keine Zeit hatte, etwas aus zu spucken. Dann banden sie mir die Schnauze zu. Ich konnte meine Augen auch nicht auf machen, weil ich sonst wahrscheinlich Scheiße hinein bekommen würde. Boss packte mich und schleifte mich hinter sich her. Ich merkte, wie ich mit einem Ruck auf etwas metallisches abgelegt wurde. Als dann der Motor startete, wusste ich, dass es die Ladefläche von Tox Pickup war. Ich wurde mit einer Plane zu gedeckt. Und dann fuhren wir los nach ca. 20 Minuten hielt er an und ich wurde wieder grob von Boss gepackt und ein ganzes Stück weit geworfen, ich schlug mit dem Kopf hart auf.
Und nun liege ich hier im Krankenhaus und erzähle der Polizei diese Geschichte. Ich hatte mehrere Verletzungen am ganzen Körper. Zum Glück haben sie mich nicht da liegen lassen, sonst währe ich mit Sicherheit gestorben. Sie haben mich direkt vor meiner Haustür entsorgt, wo mich meine Eltern schnell fanden. So wie ich gehört habe, ist die Gang auch noch in Raubüberfälle verwickelt und nun auf der Flucht. Die Polizei sagte, ich hätte viel Glück gehabt, dass sie mich nicht gleich getötet haben! Als ich nach einem Monat wieder zu Hause war, fand ich in meiner Hosentasche ein kleines Packest und einen Zettel. Auf dem stand: Hallo Bo! Na hoffe du hast dich wieder erholt! Haben dir ja ganz schön zugesetzt. Als kleine Entschädigung haben wir dir was eingepackt. PS. Wir sehen uns noch! Als ich den Umschlag öffnete konnte ich es nicht glauben! Da waren 20.000 Euro drin.
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literotica | Title: 90% True Ch. 11
Tags: voyeur, anal, exhibitionist, toys, masturbation, butt plug, 18-year-old, buffalo
**Chapter 11 -- The watcher**
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*Author's note -
Greetings to anyone joining me for the first time. I suggest going back to chapter one to get the full effect of this story. But if you'd like to read from here out to start, here's what you need to know;
This story is mostly a true life accounting of some of the crazy sex I'd had in my youth. All the names have been changed (which is one part of the 10% of not true material) but the situations I presented are all mostly accurate. I have of course taken poetic license, including the complete absence of condoms... because come on... they're no fun in a fantasy story in my opinion.
The story format starts in the present day, with me telling a story of my youth to my current wife, Ann. It then flashes back more than a decade to the mid '90s as I recount sexual escapades of my youth for my voyeuristic wife.
Please feel free to leave any comments or constructive criticism. I love getting feedback and 5 star ratings. But if you've a problem and want to just kvetch, take it elsewhere please, constructive criticism is one thing, but please don't complain that you don't like an aspect of my story. I can't go back and change the past after all.
Enjoy!*
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When my wife Ann came to bed, her hair was wet, and in a towel. She slid under the covers and reached for her own book, to join me as I read before sleep. We hadn't had sex in two days, so I was a little surprised. My wife had a very strong sexual appetite, and while we no longer fucked multiple times a day, she usually only went more than a day when she had her monthly visitor. I had half expected her to demand another story out of me, but was just as happy to keep reading my book.
After a while she turned off the light on her side of the bed and rolled over onto her side facing away from me. I decided I'd finish the chapter I was on, then go to sleep too. But she wasn't going to wait apparently, "Turn off your light and spoon me?" The question was one part request, one part demand, and I knew it would just be best to comply.
I snuggled up against her, my knees tucking behind her and one arm going around her waist. She took my hand and moved it up from her stomach to cup one of her breasts. Then she wiggled her butt against me and I knew I wasn't going to have a sex free night after all.
"So... you and Jen and Nina and Heather had just had a fun sex game...." She trailed off expecting me to pick up the story where I'd last left off.
I sighed, knowing there was no arguing. I buried my face in her hair and kissed the back of her head and said, "I'll skip ahead actually. The rest of that weekend was kind of tame compared to what I've told you already. Sex with Jen in the car, sex with Nina while Jen and Heather had sex next to us, pseudo taking Heather's virginity, and then a sex game with all four of them. After that it was kind of anti climactic. The next day there was more sex of course, and I was generally passed around between the girls as the others either watched or joined in. But honestly... most of the time it was the three girls talking about boring stuff. Things like girls in their class or what assignments they had. Things like that. I was actually pretty bored by Sunday morning and was glad we had to leave early."
Ann wiggled her butt against me again, "I don't know.... I think I'd like to hear more about this group sex, I feel cheated if you're cutting past it."
I squeezed her breast softly, "You're a real voyeur, you know that?"
She hummed and said, "You love it."
"Actually," I replied, that does remind me of something that happened within the next month after that...."
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"I don't know Keri," I told my pseudo, school girlfriend in a frustrated voice. It was a complicated situation. I'd been dating Jen for almost two years now, and I thought that I loved her and she loved me. But lately things had gotten very complicated. First Jen and I had 'acquired' a girlfriend between us. Our friend Nina was technically the girlfriend of our good buddy Rich. But Rich had gone overseas on his 'boat' for about six months. Rich was a Marine and he knew he couldn't keep his sex crazed girlfriend Nina happy while he was gone. So in order to keep her from cheating on him, he made us promise to 'take care of her' emotionally, socially, and sexually. So now my girlfriend Jen and I had a threesome relationship with Nina.
Then, a friend of mine from the school I went too, Keri finally admitted to me that she'd had strong feelings for me for a long time. She'd never acted on them, unwilling to try to break up me and Jen. But she saw the situation with Nina as a crack in our relationship and now she wanted to take over Jen's place as my girlfriend. So one night when Jen was hanging out with friends, later I found out she was having a lesbian orgy actually, Keri invited me to her house. That night she seduced me and I unknowingly took her virginity.
As far as Keri was concerned, we were now boyfriend and girlfriend. Since Jen and Nina went to an all girls school on the other side of town, Keri began spreading the rumor around school that Jen and I had broken up and that Keri and I were exclusive. She also spread the rumor that I had a massive cock and was some kind of sex demon in bed. No matter how much I denied those rumors, it only seemed to grow bigger, pun intended. I was of course, at 18, fairly inexperienced sexually... though I admit I was learning fast. As for my cock, it was a decent size, under eight inches long and about two inches across when I was fully erect. But the only cocks I had to compare it with were Rich's who was around the same size as me if just a bit smaller, and the ones I saw in porn, which of course were much bigger than me usually.
"But Pete, Why not?!" Keri said stamping her foot.
"Because I took off work two weekends ago," I said referring to the weekend that Jen, Nina, Heather and I had spent up at Heather's cottage in the woods. "And my boss has a big tournament coming up in a few weeks and I'm the lead programmer. He's got me working extra hours and won't let me take the data home to work on it. He's afraid it will get out ahead of time otherwise."
I don't know if it matters, but I guess I could explain that as well. See, it was early in 1996 and I worked at a local computer store. Though to just call it a computer store would be wrong. Parkside Computing was a full service place. They were one part internet cafe (one of the first I knew of in the city), one part computer sales store, one part IT tech support, and one part computer repair shop. I'd gotten the job based partially on my merits, and partially because I was willing to work an IT type job for what was minimum wage. The flip side was that my boss was quite flexible with my hours, as long as I never mouthed off to the head IT guy.
My boss had the idea that he would hold a tournament for prizes. The first person shooter of the day was still Doom II. But as a hobby I had taken up creating levels and custom content for the game. So my boss had given me a task that was taking most of my time. Create three individual, unique, competition style maps for the tournament to take place on. They had to have secret passages, hidden power ups, hard to get weapons, multiple killing zones, and plenty of re-spawn points that couldn't be 'camped.' To make it more challenging, he only wanted me working on these levels on one single computer that was in the shop in the back room. He even wanted it so that other than me, the main IT guy, and himself, no one saw what I was working on.
Since I couldn't take the data files home to work on them at my leisure, that meant a lot of hours logged in at work, stuck in a tiny office that I think was meant to be a closet at one point, working with the door closed. It wasn't a lot of fun, but it did give me a healthy boost to my paycheck, and it also assured that if I needed some more time off, I could get it once the tournament was done.
"But it's not fair," Keri said pressing against me as my back slid against my high school locker. "Jen got you two weekends ago and I haven't seen you since."
"You've seen me literally every week day here at school Keri," I retorted.
"You know what I mean," she said pouting. She looked around and decided that no one was close enough to hear and whispered, "I haven't gotten a chance to get laid since. I'm... safe now, and I want to show you how much I want to be your girlfriend, your only girlfriend."
"Well," I hesitated, "Maybe I can get a week night off. He shuts up the shop by eight on slow week nights." The whole internet cafe thing wasn't taking off that well yet. We were busy on Fridays and on the weekends, but usually no more than one or two customers a night during the week.
"Next Thursday?" She asked hopefully.
"Maybe why?" I asked wondering why she'd picked Thursday specifically.
"I'll be able to slip out after eight. I want you to take me somewhere." She smiled, "Make sure you have pillows and blankets in your car."
With that she stood on her tip toes and kissed me. She was shorter than me but her kissing was very good. It was one of the few things we'd been able to do at school. I watched her walk away, eager to see if I could get thursday night off. Or at the very least if I could leave by seven so I could go home, shower, change, and then go see Keri.
If I had been paying attention I would have seen Staci, one of the prettiest girls in school and a cheerleader, walking down the hall from the other direction with a group of other cheerleaders. But I didn't look away from the retreating Keri until I heard one of the girls call out, "Hey Peter, is that a banana in your pocket or you just happy to see us?" Followed by a bunch of girlish laughter. I looked down and realized my cock was hard, and pointing down one of the pants legs of one of my jeans. I quickly moved my bookbag to cover it, which made the girls laugh even harder as they walked by me.
I think I saw Staci blush a little and smile at me, but it could have been my imagination.
I sighed and turned back to my locker, eager to leave school for the day.
Later as I spoke with my boss about getting some time off, he said if I really needed it, I could take it. But that he really wanted me working on the tournament maps as much as possible till they were done. It was one of those situations where he wasn't telling me no, but I knew he was saying no. I'm sure if I had pushed him, I could have taken days when I wanted them. It was one of the tradeoffs to such low pay. But I didn't feel like it was worth risking my job over. It didn't pay much money, but my mother only charged me $20 a month rent to rent out the upstairs apartment in her house. Other than that, I really had no expenses. I had a car that I'd bought with cash and was paid off. I rode to school every morning with my father, so I didn't even spend a lot on gas money. I even walked to work, as it was only a few blocks from my house. But I wasn't willing to give up my income, I used it for things like weekend trips with Jen, gas money, and going out. I was also trying to put away as much as I could for when I went to college. So it was with a nod that I accepted my bosses words and tried to make the best of it. At least I'd be building a good nest egg with all the extra hours he was giving me.
He did however say it would be no problem for me to cut out a little early the following Thursday.
The next week absolutely dragged for me. School became a strange routine. The excitement of the holidays was now long gone and we had settled into the slow grind towards the end of the school year. Most of the seniors in my class had already made plans for next year, myself included. I was going to be going to a state school in Buffalo. I hadn't yet decided if I was going to commute or live on campus though, but I had time to make up my mind on that. For most students who had already been accepted, that meant that the rest of the senior year meant very little. As long as you maintained a decent grade, nothing mattered much. My own grades slipped from low A, high B range down into mid and low Bs. I didn't really care.
Things with Keri seemed to get a little bit better, and the day after we spoke about making plans, we made out in a teachers bathroom. She ended up going down on me and sucking my cock, but I was too nervous about being caught to really enjoy it. In the end I had to take my dick in my own hand and jerk it off as she knelt in front of me. I came all over her breasts and then told her to lick it all up. She hesitated at first, but I was insistent, and she did, scooping it into her mouth with her fingers. This girl was not as sexually aggressive or adventurous but I didn't doubt that she was eager and willing to follow directions. I think my promise of taking her out on thursday helped her mood quite a bit.
I spoke with Jen on the phone every other night as well. Though some of our conversations were quite short. The one thing she kept asking me was if I'd found any guys to participate in the orgy she wanted to throw. I hadn't even asked a single one yet. I explained how I wanted to 'feel things out' first. She made me promise over and over that I'd try, and I said I would.
Nina stopped into the internet cafe where I worked one Saturday night at close to midnight. We closed up around then and I was surprised to see her. I was doubly surprised because I had been in the back working when one of the other employees had knocked on the door and said "Pete, your girlfriend is here to see you."
I shut down what I was working on, saved everything, and put away the data disks that held my work, locking it in a little lockbox my boss had given me. He didn't even want the other employees at the cafe / shop to see the files till the day of the tournament. The thought occurred to me as I went down the stairs into the main cafe part of the shop that the simple term "girlfriend" didn't really tell me who it was that was downstairs waiting for me.
"Hey Pete!" Nina said cheerfully from the front counter where she was waiting. I smiled and waved back. I suppose I wasn't too surprised to see Nina. She lived about two miles from where I worked, though it was more like a mile and a half if you walked through the park instead of sticking to the streets and sidewalks. Judging by the snow on her boots and halfway up her jeans, she'd done exactly that.
Jen lived way out in a rural suburb of Buffalo, and Keri lived in one of the richer suburbs, but Nina and I both lived in the city. I came down and gave her a hug, but she turned as I did so and her lips met mine. I kissed her and one of my co-workers yelled "Get a room you two!"
There were still quite a few customers in the cafe, including a group of guys playing a videogame over the network. I knew my boss would likely keep the place open as long as he had paying customers, so I called across the cafe to where he was, "Ok for me to take off?"
He nodded and waved without even looking at me and I turned to Nina, "Want to walk to my house and I can drive you home?"
She nodded, "Oh yes, I was bored and thought I'd come see you. About halfway across Deleware park, I finally realized how cold it was but by then I figured that turning back would be a waste."
I laughed, "Ok ok, well, did you want to go get a bite to eat or something before I take you home? I can't let you be bored after all."
She shook her head and we went out to make the short walk back to my house. I was glad I had my keys with me, I wouldn't have to go into the house and deal with my family. They'd met Nina a few times, but they only knew her as 'Rich's Girlfriend.' I didn't feel like explaining why she and I were hanging out without Jen or Rich. "Actually, I was thinking you might like to come over to my house and watch a movie or something? My sister is at work, and you know on Saturday nights they don't close till four in the morning. My mom got called in to work a third shift so she'll be there till eight. House is going to be empty till morning." She grinned at me and I knew what she was thinking.
"Sounds good," I said smiling. My parents were fairly involved in my life, but they weren't overly nosy either. Ever since I'd moved into the attic apartment, they'd been very stand off in my life. The fact that I was 18 and technically an adult didn't matter to them, but me being responsible and reliable did. They knew that if I didn't come home on a given night, I wouldn't be drinking and driving, and if they really needed me, they could always page me on my beeper. Should we hit Blockbuster and get a movie then?" I asked.
She shook her head, "Nope, I've got a movie I want to watch." I noticed as I looked at her that she had a slight grin on her face, one I tried to ignore. The night was cold, but we made it back to my house quickly, and hopped in my SUV. I let it run a bit before throwing it into drive and heading to Nina's house.
She kept her house warm. I supposed that with three women living in the house, Nina, her sister, and her mother, they didn't have some man yelling at them to turn the thermostat down all the time like my father constantly did. The upshot was however that after the cold walk and cold drive over, the house felt balmy and wonderful.
I stripped down to my jeans and t-shirt, throwing my jacket, boots, and flannel shirts into a pile right inside the door. Nina likewise gladly took off her outerwear, and gestured at her jeans which were caked with snow from her walk through the park, "I'm going to go change into something dry." I nodded and she pointed at the couch, "Have a seat I'll be right back."
I waited till she'd headed back further into her house, where her bedroom lay, then hopped up to look at the movies scattered on top of the TV. Seen it, seen it, don't want to see it, ugh... chick flick. I hoped that the movie she wanted wasn't one of these.
She came back out from the bedroom wearing a huge fluffy terrycloth robe. It was a deep red, crimson, and looked about three sizes too big on her. Nina was a bit over her ideal body weight, but I don't think anyone would call her 'fat' in any way. She was 'curvy' and soft. Her belly had just the tiniest bit of a curve, and she had wonderful full breasts. I wondered why she had such a large robe, and thought it must be her boyfriend Rich's. Well, her other boyfriend I guess, since Jen and I had adopted her as our girlfriend while Rich was away.
I was sitting on the couch when she came back out and I pointed at the TV. With a look of dismay on my face I exclaimed, "I am not watching Fried Green Tomatoes! So I hope that wasn't what you wanted to watch tonight. I don't do sappy chick flicks." I actually didn't know for sure that movie was a chick flick. I'd only seen ads for it, but it sure looked like one.
She pulled a video tape out of the pocket of her big robe and shook her head, "Nope, this is the one I wanted to watch." She slid the tape into the VCR but I didn't get a chance to see what it was. She turned on the TV and then flopped onto the couch next to me. She snuggled up next to me as the tape ran through the beginning blank section.
My first clue as to what we were about to watch was only moments later when a naked woman appeared on the screen and advertised for a 1-900 number. "Nina, is this a porn?"
She giggled and nodded her head. I smiled and put an arm around her, "You know you don't have to put on porn to get me in the mood, right sexy?"
She giggled again and said, "Yeah but I want it to put me in the mood for something."
Cryptic response, I thought, till the title of the movie came on. "Ben Dover's Banned in Britain?!" I laughed out loud, "You're kidding me with that title."
She slapped my arm and said, "Shhh, after the way Jen talked about it the other night I can't stop thinking about it. I want some anal tonight. You wouldn't mind stopping if it hurts too much right?"
I hugged her to me, "No, of course not Nina. It's your call, whatever you want."
"Good," she said sticking her tongue out at me, "So let me watch this for a bit and then we can make out some, ok?" I nodded and she said, "I'll bet you'll have your hands all over me within a single scene."
"I can hold out," I said with a bit of anger in my voice, "I may be a sex crazed horny teenager, but I'm a stubborn sex crazed horny teenager."
The action on the screen started and Nina said, "Ok Pete, prove it, no touching me or yourself till after a full scene has gone by."
I agreed and she opened her robe to show that she was completely nude beneath. My eyes traveled up and down her body. They got to the V shape she'd shaved into her pubic hair, the point just cresting above her slit. She'd recently shaved I could tell and there wasn't a single hair on her body other then the V on her mons. "Is that...." I trailed off as my eyes traveled down between her thighs.
She stood up and smirked at me evilly, "Remember, you said you could go a full scene without touching me or yourself." Then she turned around facing away from me. She slid the robe away from her body so I could see her butt right at my eye level, then spreading her legs a bit she bent over slightly. There, between her round cheeks was the latex rectangle of what I knew was a butt plug seated firmly in her ass. More then that I could see that her pussy was quite literally dripping with clear thick fluid. She was highly aroused and there was even a shiny slickness on her thighs.
"Oh come ON!" I cried, "that's not fair!"
She sat back down on the couch and put her back against my arm. She threw one leg up over the back of the couch and began rubbing herself lightly between her thighs. "No," she said, "What isn't fair is that I thought it might be fun to put the butt plug in before I left the house to come to your work. It's been driving me absolutely god damn crazy for almost an hour now!"
My dick was so hard it hurt, and I wanted nothing more than to free it from the denim and cotton prison that my jeans and boxers had it in. But I also wanted to prove that I could hold out. So as Nina slowly and leisurely masturbated I sat there, gritting my teeth, my eyes bouncing between the hardcore anal action on the TV and the sight of Nina masturbating next to me.
I don't know how long that scene on the TV lasted, but it felt like an eternity. I literally sighed with relief when it ended. "So," I asked, "How do you want to do this?"
She sat up and ran her fingers across my lips. Her copious juices covered them and I immediately licked them clean, sucking on the digits and tasting the wonderful honey. She smiled and said, "Let me go clean up and make sure I'm ready, then I'll come back out and tell you what I want." She pat my cock through my jeans with one hand and said, "Make sure he's nice and ready for me when I get back."
I groaned and knew that between the anticipation and the movie still playing on the TV that there was no chance of that being an issue. She again went back into the back part of the house and I heard water running. I unzipped my pants and freed my turgid and almost painfully hard erection. I breathed a sigh of releif, and then quickly fumbled for a blanket as I heard the front door opening not ten feet away from where I sat.
Nina's sister Katie walked in the door. She looked fucking great, curvy like Nina, but even shorter, she made up for it with thick soled heels and outfits that emphasized her assets. She worked as a bartender down town and wasn't afraid to flaunt it for tips. She came in and dropped her jacket, showing that she was wearing a top that looked like a corset, and pushed her tits up into a generous mountain of cleavage and curves. Unfortunately the corset was covered in what was unmistakably some drunk guy's puke.
She looked at me, at the TV screen, at the way I was holding a pillow over my lap, and the way my jeans were down around my ankles and just sighed. "I'm going down to the basement to wash this up. Don't tell Nina I'm home and I'll try to sneak out without her knowing. There's no reason both of our nights should be ruined."
"Thanks Katie," I murmured as she went around the couch to the door leading to the basement. The door was behind the couch and I heard her close it. She was light on her feet, probably because she was so short, and I didn't hear her even walking down the stairs to the basement after that. Of course the cheesy porn music and moaning could have just covered it up, I wasn't sure.
Nina came back out a few minutes later. I could tell she'd washed up between her thighs, and I suspected she'd removed the plug to clean up there as well. She wasn't wearing the robe this time, and only strode over to me with a sultry walk, one hand holding a bottle of lube. "I went to the adult video store today," she said with a smirk. "I hope you don't mind?"
I smiled and shook my head no. I removed the pillow to expose my throbbing erection and she practically pounced on it. She took it into her mouth and hummed with delight as she tasted the copious precum. She took me almost all the way into her throat on only the second bob of her head, but she pulled back, choking slightly and drooling all over my dick. She looked up at me, "I know you and Jen used her own... lube... when you and she did it for the first time, but I'd rather be safe and use this?" She held out the bottle of water based lube and I nodded. She stood up and motioned, "Too much is better than not enough." she said.
I drizzled the cold lube onto my erect cock. The cool goop slid down my shaft and I shuddered at how cold it felt on my hot prick. She reached down and gave it a slimy stroke or two with her hand before turning around and bending over slightly. She exposed her ass to me, the black latex plug still embedded in there. "Go easy, but not too slow. I want to do this before I lose my nerve." she said to me.
I reached out with both hands. My left reached between her thighs to tease her very wet labia. She shuddered slightly and with my right I gripped the end of the butt plug. I teased it out of her slowly, pulling it out, then letting it slide back in. Each time I pulled it a little more. Finally it got past the 'flare' of the plug and then it was more work to push back in. I was literally fucking her ass with the thick black latex plug.
"Ok ok ok!" she gasped, "I can't take it anymore, put your knees together."
I sat as she requested, my cock pointing upwards and my knees together. She backed up to me and slowly began lowering herself towards me. She reached back and pulled out the butt plug in one motion, tossing it unceremoniously to the floor. Then she gripped my shaft with one hand and quickly sank back towards it. My head penetrated the ring of her ass immediately, before it had a chance to close up from the recently departed plug. She moaned hard and loud, and I repressed the urge to grab her hips and pull her down onto me.
Nina began slowly moving her hips lower and lower on me, one hand holding the back of the couch, the other on my knee as she straddled my lap. Both of us facing the TV were able to watch the action on the screen, though I admit, I was much more interested in watching Nina's tight asshole engulf my lubricated cock.
I don't know if I heard a slight noise or what, but on a whim I turned and looked behind me. There, on the landing to the basement, stood Katie. She had the door open only an inch or two, but I could see her. She stood on the landing, clad only in a bra and panties, watching us. Her eyes met mine and grew wide. She brought a finger to her lips and made the universal 'shhhh' motion. I nodded my head slightly. I wasn't in any mood to let Nina know anyways. There was no way I wanted her to stop, so I wasn't going to do anything to ruin the mood.
I looked back and watched as Nina raised and lowered her hips. My thick cock stretching and invading her ass, a stiff rod for pleasure. Her hands now gripped my knees as she rode me, making me the passive one here. I held her hips loosely as she bucked up and down, gaining speed.
"Hnnnngg," she grunted as she slid all the way down onto me and stopped for a moment. "This actually does feel a lot better than I remember." She admitted turning slightly to bring her face around towards mine. I leaned forwards to kiss her and was silently glad that she'd turned her head to the left, for if she'd turned it to the right she might have seen her sister spying on us.
My body thrilled at the fact that not a dozen feet away there was a silent watcher, a quiet voyeur witnessing this intimate act. My shaft swelled inside Nina's tight hole as I thought about it and she moaned, "Oh, your little guy isn't happy I stopped is he?" She said reaching down and caressing my balls.
"You can do anything you want Nina," I said, "This is your show, I'm just here to pleasure you." Then with that I let my hands roam upwards from her hips to wrap around her and cup her breasts. I squeezed the luscious orbs and pinched at her nipples.
She moaned and her hands went down to her soaking wet pussy. I felt her toying with her clit as she masturbated, my dick deep in her ass. "It's a little too difficult to keep going that way," she said as she toyed with herself. "Do you want to switch and bend me over the couch? It's just too much strain on my thighs to hold that position and keep going."
Nina was watching the TV screen again and I quickly glanced at the door behind me. Katie must have heard what Nina said, her eyes were wide and she knew that if we turned around, Nina would be facing the door. Katie closed the door to a crack and I couldn't see her any longer. "No," I said answering Nina's question. "Throw some pillows on the ground and get on your hands and knees. That way you can keep watching the video."
The door to the basement cracked open a little bit as I said that and I could see Katie's face, smiling at me. She held up a thumb, telling me that I'd just covered well. Nina, oblivious to her sister's presence still, rubbed herself faster, "Ok, just a minute... oh god... ohhhhhhh god...."
Then with my hard tool buried deep inside her ass, she came explosively, masturbating herself to a strong shaking orgasm. I felt fluids trickling down my balls as a mixture of the water based lube and her own natural fluids flooded down. She shook and twitched and one hand flew back to grip the back of my head. She pulled me towards her, my face burying into the nape of her neck as she shuddered and cried out soft moans of pleasure.
Then in a flash she was pushing herself up off my lap. She was down on the carpet and throwing a pillow or two under her body as she made herself comfortable. Instead of her hands and knees she knelt on the floor with her face and breasts pressed to the pillows on the ground. With both hands she reached back and spread her cheeks, exposing her rosy pink hole and sodden slit. "Quickly before I get used to you not being there," she said.
I grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted another blast right on her pink bulls-eye and then pressed the head of my cock forwards. I slid in easily, as there was so much lubrication now. I was hilted into her in a moment and she groaned, "Don't hold back, I don't think I'll cum again, and I want to feel you shooting in me."
Who was I to argue? Forgetting for now about her sister watching us, I gripped her hips and began fucking her ass with a ruthless abandon. I may have been a bit too rough as some of her groans were pleasure and some were discomfort. But she never asked me to slow down or stop.
The sounds of the fucking and porno music on the TV were a counterpoint to our own gasps and moans. If Katie was making any noise, I didn't hear it. But her asshole was so lubed up that I had trouble building to my own orgasm. I wondered if I should stop and I started to slow down when Nina yelled from the pillows, "Oh my god, Peter don't stop! Go faster!"
I did so, driving my cock head into her as my balls slapped against her cunny, which was now literally dripping wet. Over and over I slammed into her and then she shuddered and screamed. She literally screamed as another orgasm ripped through her body. I felt a wash of fluids spray against my balls and I knew she'd squirted. But I couldn't examine it as her orgasm caused her asshole to clench tightly and rhythmically around my dick.
It was just the sensation I needed and within a few more desperate pumps, I was releasing. I buried myself to the hilt in her ass and allowed my spunk to fire deep inside her. I groaned and felt myself firing load after load into the curvy blonde. A slight noise made me look behind me and I saw Katie's face. I knew without a doubt that she was pleasuring herself and she was biting her lower lip to keep from crying out and giving away her position.
I rolled down to the floor, turning Nina so that her face was away from the basement stairs and then I moved up against her, spooning her. We lay like that for a while till I began to grow soft. Then she said, "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up. Give me five minutes then you can come join me in the shower, ok?"
I nodded, unable to speak still trying to gain my breath. Nina pulled away from me slowly and I could tell she was clenching, trying to hold her ass cheeks shut tightly. She probably didn't want to spill any of my spunk on the carpet. I managed, just barely, not to laugh as she walked with a strange awkward gait to the bathroom in the back of the house.
I heard the door to the bathroom shut and the shower turn on. Then as I lay on the living room floor, the door to the basement opened. Katie came out and smiled. She was wearing some nice looking clothing, a long sleeve shirt with a low cut neck that showed off her cleavage. It wasn't as outrageous as the corset she'd been wearing before, but I doubted anyone would complain. I made to cover myself up but she just laughed, "No need for modesty now Pete. Just remember, I wasn't here ok?"
I nodded and when she walked past me she stopped. She knelt down next to me and offered her fingers to my lips. I licked them, tasting the tangy saltiness of her own sex on her fingers. She's obviously been fingering herself while watching us. After letting me taste her fingers she patted me on the cheek and said, "Good boy. I appreciate a man who can keep quiet when he needs too."
She went to the door and got dressed in her coat and boots and threw me one last wink. "You should come down and see me at the bar sometime. I'll make sure you don't get carded." Then with that, she was gone, out the front door.
I lay there for a while longer, till the scene on the video tape changed again, then I stood and shut off the TV and made my way to the shower where Nina was waiting.
\- - -
"Did you ever tell Nina?" Ann asked me, her eyes wide. "Did you ever tell her that her sister watched you fuck her in the ass?"
I laughed at my wife's wide eyed energy and shook my head. "No, but I think Katie did reference it later. I think they'd been fighting or something and she let it slip. I don't really remember, it was sort of after Nina and I were done.
"You know...." My wife grinned at me slyly. "We used to have a lot of fun fooling around on the web cam while people watched us."
"You know..." I said tapping my chin, "I think I know where that web cam is too..."
To be continued . . . |
nifty | "Randy and me" by Redneck Cub Copyright 2002 All Rights reserved
Note: The following is a work of fiction. In the real world, ALWAYS practice safe sex. The following involves descriptions of man-to man sex. If you are a minor, or are offended by same sex erotica,do not continue. All constructive criticism can be sent to "redneckcub@aol.com" as this is my first attempt at an erotic tale. All other criticism can be sent to your toilet.
Randy and Me
I had seen him come into the store before, so often in fact that I would occasionally speak to him as he came through my check- out line in the Garden Center. Of course, I saw lots of faces that I recognized, and recognized me. They were still total strangers, just like him. I guessed he was about 6'2,210-220lbs. with shaggy brown hair, a thick goatee and glasses framing baby-blue eyes. And he was built like a brick outhouse. Not bad for a guy in his late 30's. I couldn't help but stare at that firm, meaty butt as he left, but didn't place too much importance in it. After all, lotsa fine men walk through here every day. Of course, none did what he did one Friday evening.
I was watering plants that night,as we had a surplus of help for once, when HE came up to me. I was so nervous that it was all I could do to keep my hand from shaking too badly as he asked me in a deep baritone "Can you help me for a minute?" After nearly soaking both of us with the hose while I tried to turn it off, he explained to me that he had recently moved into a new (to him) house, which was in VERY bad need of help. He had done most everything except the landscaping, as designing was pretty much beyond him. "Oh, before I forget, name's Randall, but everyone calls me Randy. Now, I have a basic sketch of my house here, but I need ideas. Whatcha got for me?"
The next 45 minutes were a blur. I vaguely remember showing him plants and stoneware, drawing up some rough outlines for natural areas and a rose bed. I seem to recall him spending cash like it wasn't a problem, though I honestly don't remember, as it was about then that I noticed the dark slacks and grey t-shirt of a fireman. I DO remember praying that I didn't cream in my shorts, when all of a sudden Randy asked me an odd question.
"What are you doing tomorrow? I could sure use some help putting this all out. I'll even pay you, double what you'd make here. Come on, whatcha say?"
Let's see, hmm, hot summer day, hotter man, really good honest pay. Did I even think twice? No. I told Randy I would be there bright and early, and he gave me directions to his house.
When I got there at 7:30a.m Randy was waiting for me on the front steps in a pair of cut offs and a tank top that barely covered a massive chest complete with dark auburn fur. This was going to be SOME day. As I drank my java, I got the grand tour of Randy's pad. It wasn't a big mansion, but it had fresh paint and a wrap around porch. In the back was a brand new hot tub that the confided wasn't part of the original house, but after a grueling day saving lives, it was nice to take the edge off the pain with a relaxing soak. One day, he said, he might have a hot tub party to really break it in, but for now.
And with that note, we got right to work. Now, I'm not a gym rat by any means, but I have done hard work in my day. However, I was sweating my butt off by midday, and so had Randy. Earlier on we had both stripped down to just workboots and cutoffs, but by lunch break, I was tiring out. I wasn't about to tell Randy that. I wouldn't want to miss the way the sweat had rolled down his face and from under his huge arms to matt his hairy chest. What I wouldn't have given to have fur like that.
Dusk came around and boy was I ready. My whole body ached like it does from a really good workout, sweat was pouring off of me, and I was so horny that I could have come in my pants with little effort. Randy was soaked himself, his auburn hair matted down, sweat trickling into his cutoffs, his huge muscles standing out so well, that I grunted my appreciation.
"You ok, Mike? That sounded bad."
"Nah, man, just a little sore is all."
Randy just laughed and slapped me on the back. "Hey, a little hard work is good for ya. I can take care of that for you. A nice soak in the hot tub and you won't even remember you were ever sore at all." I tried to tell him I hadn't brought a suit, and he just laughed even harder. "Hell, boy, we're both men. You don't need a suit. The tubs already cranked up, so come on. I aint about to take no for an answer." And with that he put his big burly arm around my shoulders and guided me towards the hot tub.
I will admit, I have never really had much problem dropping my pants before, but I turned five shades of red as I dropped my shorts and stepped into the hot tub. I had to move quickly before I got completely hard. I have to admit, those jets did wonders for me as I slid forward on the bench and kicked back. Randy fiddled with the controls and then turned to me and said "See, now that wasn't so hard, now was it?" and gave me a little wink as he went back inside for drinks. Surely I had misinterpreted that. No way could someone like that.nah, I am losing it, I thought. I looked around. He had a nice patio and patio furniture as well as a large swimming pool, with a couple of those loungechairs, presumably for sunbathing since there were beach towels on the chairs and several on the table. I knew he had money but wow. Hard work does pay off, I guess.
When Randy came back, he had a cooler of beer in tow. His shorts dropped to the ground as he turned to get the beer, and I got my first look at those perfect mounds of flesh, so firm you could have bounced a quarter off of them, with a light dusting of his auburn fur, which got thicker as it wound into the crack towards glory and shot down his legs. He was sure taking his time finding beer in that cooler I thought, but as soon as I did, he straightened up and turned to hand me a beer and climbed inside. His cock was so beautiful, even soft, and I couldn't help but stare. It had to have been about 6 inches long, and it was perfectly soft. His balls were the size of eggs surrounded by a thick gingery bush of pubic hair. I guess I WAS staring because all of a sudden Randy cleared his throat, and I began to blush again.
"Don't let it bother ya. Ol' Junior always got stares in the locker rooms at school. I figured you wouldn't mind if I joined you, but I didn't think I'd get such a warm reception." I looked down to see my 7 inch tool was at attention, and started stuttering, until I saw him smile warmly and slide over to me. His cock was growing, the same light pink, but damn if it dint turn out to be about 10 inches! Holy Shit! It wasn't QUITE as thick as my wrist but big enough to some damage if.
A strong paw on my dick jolted me out of daydreaming, for what would be the last time. The man of my dreams was stroking me off, and I moaned out loud. Despite the heat, I shivered, and Randy just laughed that rich laugh of his and said "Now that's what I call eager. Don't stop now son, the party's just warming up." And with that, he stopped stimulating me and gave me a big bear hug. I could still smell the sweat, feel him rubbing his man scent all over me as we kissed passionately. His paws wandered down my back to my furry little ass and he clenched it tightly in his grip.
My dick was leaking precum like a faucet, and his toolwas poking my belly. I pulled back, gasping for air, only to find a wicked gleam in his eye. I could still smell him on me and for some reason, I LOVED it. I was horny as hell and I sank to my knees and dove for his throbbing meat, determined to show this god how much I appreciated him I swallowed the big mushroom head and worked my tongue around its rim and into the piss slit.
Bingo, I thought as he rumbled his pleasure, and I attempted to take more of him into my throat. I won't lie, it was difficult, and I only succeeded in taking a few more inches inside my mouth, but it seemed to be ok. Evidently he was used to this. I toyed with his massive balls, tugging ever so gently as I caressed his dick with my throat muscles and he began playing with my hair. I increased my speed, determined to make my mountain of man shoot his load, but suddenly, he pulled completely out of me, the lust in his eyes clearly evident. "Hold on there baby, I ain't ready just yet. Just lean back and let me have some fun for awhile. You're my guest, and tonight's gonna be YOUR night." Oh boy!
I leaned back over the edge and he began to massage my pectorals, running his hands down my smooth belly to my hips, and then he began sucking my nipples. I was in heaven. I threw my head back and moaned louder. When he took my dick in his mouth, his goatee brushing my pubes, I began to whimper like a lost puppy. You know, until then I didn't know you could chuckle with a mouth full of man meat but I now know better. His suction was unlike anything I had ever had and he took me to the edge in seconds. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come, dammit." And I screamed out my pleasure as I shot deep into his throat once, twice, three times before collapsing right there.
Randy just sat there licking his lips. He didn't talk a whole lot, but that was ok. Actions speak louder than words anyway. He began to massage my shoulders and I must have dozed off for a minute, because the next thing I know, there was a thick finger at my back door and I heard the squirt of what I can only assume was lube. One thick digit worked its way in, then two. At three I began to grunt uncomfortably and my dick began to shrivel, but Randy was gentle and patient. He rested his head on my flat belly and began licking my navel, and soon I had relaxed enough for his third finger.
As he maneuvered me around so that he was sitting on the bench, keeping all three fingers stretching my sphincter muscles, I thought to myself that this would never work. Sure enough, the big mushroom head on that cock caused me some serious pain. But my hero heard my whimpers of discomfort and saw the tears welling up, and didn't force anymore inside, but just held me there in those strong arms, and kissed my tears away. Before long, I had him inside me, without even realizing he had done it.
"Take it easy. Don't try to take it all at once, and it'll be ok." I gritted my teeth and took him inch by inch. Randy's words of encouragement, and his manly musk, kept me going, and soon, I was riding him like a pro, taking him all the way and bracing myself against those massive pecs to push myself off. But Randy had other ideas. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he grabbed my hips and stood up, pulling himself deeper into me than I would have thought he could go. Sliding to the edge of the tub on his ass, he eased himself onto the lawn, feet first. I had always dreamed about this but never met a man strong enough to do it. He held me against him as he walked around the yard, each step sending his monster cock up against my prostate and eliciting moans of pleasure from me. I had never known that sex with a man could be like this. I began pinching and twisting his nipples, making HIM moan, and he began to slam me onto his cock with greater ferocity as he headed towards a lounge chair. No sooner did he set us down than my cock began spurting white hot lava between our chests. My back arched and I yelled my triumph.
My ass clamped down on his bulbous cockhead and he went nuts. Muscles I didn't know existed flared into life as that perfect ass thrust him into me like a machine gun. Sweat began pouring off of him again, and he shook his head, drenching us both in his warm fragrance. All of a sudden he grabbed my hips tightly and thrust deeper than ever into me. He roared, literally, as my insides were filled with his gushing magma. What felt like gallons of cum warmed my body from the inside out as he rolled us over so that I was resting on top. As I buried my face in his chest fur, he grabbed a beach towel and draped it over us. "I guess you'll be staying over, huh Mike?" As I fell asleep in my man's strong arms, I tweaked his nose and mumbled "you can't get rid of me that easy. And now I know why they call you "Randy"." |
FSE | Title: Fighting Spirit 3 by SonKilo
Tags: Character Development, Human, M/F, Plot Development, Pokemon, Story Progression, storyline
Feeling Torchic getting weaker by the minute, Ryan went into a sprint to head back home as fast as possible. "It'll be okay. Don't you dare go out on me. You'll be just fine I promise you!" Managing to reach the door, he flung it open yelling out for his grandfather.
"Gramps! Come quickly I got something that needs immediate attention! It's now or never gramps!"
Trevor who was working upstairs with Sheryl quickly ran downstairs to see Ryan holding a wounded Torchic in his arms.
"Well I'll be damned my boy, you actually brought back home a pokemon and what's even more surprising, your trying to tend to its wounds. Well, don't just stand there like a Deerling staring at the headlights! Place Torchic on the living room couch."
Ryan quickly obeyed, placing Torchic gently on the sofa. "Will she be alright gramps? She took one hell of a beating and I think some of her ribs are broken..."
Trevor quickly rummaged through the shelves pulling out a First Aid Kit made for pokemon. Quickly going to Torchic's side, Trevor sprayed some healing gel while re-wrapping Torchic with actual bandages.
"Before you say anything, let her rest. If she uses any more of her strength it can be fatal. For now, she needs to recover while letting the wounds slowly close up. Don't stress over it my boy. She's fine but.. just in case.. Sheryl!! I'm going to need you down here."
The Arcanine Sheryl went right to Trevor. "I'm going to take Ryan out for his daily training. For now keep an eye out on this Torchic and let me know if anything else goes wrong. She's out cold but that doesn't mean she won't panic when she wakes up. Is that alright with you?"
Sheryl lets out a bark while proceeding to lie on the floor watching Torchic.
"Alright Ryan my boy, let's go. It's time for your training." Trevor walks out heading toward the back yard of the house. Ryan still worried about Torchic finally let out a sigh of relief following his grandfather shortly afterward.
"So gramps what is it today?" Ryan pondered since he has nearly learned everything his grandfather had to offer.
"Today Ryan, it's going to be different. For now, take a seat. I'm going to tell you things about your past as well as secrets that will now be revealed to you. Before you speak, I feel you are now ready to hear all of this." Trevor waits patiently while Ryan gets comfortable, lying back on a tree stump ready to hear what his grandfather is about to share.
"Ryan there are many things you do not know. Even about yourself you have little to no clue of what potential you possess as well as who you really are. Did you ever think to yourself why we live secluded up on these mountains? How you ever came into my care and what your father's last words truly meant? Even now you possess three things that were of great value to your father. The hat, watch, and necklace are all that is left but it carried great weight for your father. Before I go more into the details let me tell you about the nightmare you have been dreading. Before your world completely collapsed, your father put everything on the line to get you to safety. He even called one of his old friends Fergo or if you're confused, it's the Pidgeot that carried you here. It may not mean much but your father let Fergo go because of two things. One was that he wished for Fergo to be happy and two, Fergo was an adventurous type always wanting to explore but since you were born, he had a wife and a child he could not abandon so with great burden, he did what he had to do. Fergo of course understood the situation but to call him back is much harder than you think. Overall when I saw you unconscious and laying at my doorstep with Fergo, I was in utter despair wondering what on earth could have happened but, enough about me, there is something you yourself must see. Ryan, press the two buttons on the side of the watch at the same time and input the code 54-S3."
Ryan did what his grandfather wanted which brought up a small holographic display that showed a required password. Entering in the code, it brought up one message. The date was 5 years old. Pressing the "Open" feature, it turned into a hologram message revealing his father Walter.
"My son, if you are seeing this then well I'm probably long gone if not dead by now. But worry not my son, because if you are hearing what I'm about to tell you, it means you did something that may have taken many years to achieve. I know the pain that shook your very core was heart breaking when you watched Eevee pass away but you are a Verrick and a Verrick cannot stand the test of time alone without a companion and you know what I'm talking about. Unlike your mother, your grandfather is also a true blooded Verrick and thus so am I. Your mother on the other hand came from a different family but none the less I truly loved her which brought you into this world as well. Being a Verrick is special my son and there are those who wish to seek the secrets we hold deep within even to the point of hunting every last one of us down. Your grandmother sacrificed herself to save me while your grandfather, was sadly away on a journey during the time. But to put it short, we Verricks are a secret family blood line that has been around since the very first encounters with pokemon. The powers we hold can only be true when we have a chosen companion which of course is a pokemon. Unlike other people who can have many pokemon, we are only able to choose one and if we lose our companion.. well you experienced it yourself. It's like having your very soul ripped out of your body. Before this message ends, you need to know what I was trying to achieve. Right now, the people of this world are a secular race only believing in themselves to be the superior ones while all others are trash which includes pokemon. They don't understand what a harmonic resonance really is and most fear it. But, through my travels I learned that at one point in time, mankind and pokemon stood side by side facing a greater evil that threatened the lives of everyone on this planet. It may sound like a legend but know this; there are also extremely powerful pokemon out there. If they can bend the will of space and time if not more, what's there to doubt? I know there are technological marvels to understand pokemon but it's never 100% perfect. The necklace that I gave to you can only be unlocked if it sees the wearer worthy. You'll understand soon enough but.. time is running out. I love you son and will always do so even if I'm not around. Your mother and I can't wait to see the day when we are all together again but, dry your tears my son and be proud of what you are. Wear that hat with pride because it's been passed down for many generations and be strong. You will make many enemies in your quest."
The hologram faded as well as the message itself. "Gramps I don't understand. This is just too much for me to handle in one sitting. I won't say I don't believe it but truly this isn't what I was expecting one bit."
Trevor amused at Ryan's reaction began to speak. "You took it a lot better than I expected but today there is one last test. The necklace you now wear holds a special power. Within the Ranger Pendant, is a small crystalized gem that's been tempered through means we humans cannot even comprehend. Break away the metal sheathe and reveal to yourself its true form."
Ryan took no time after that. Picking up two stones, he began to gently break away the metal surrounding the gem. When it was revealed, it sparked a strong light that surged through Ryan's body.
"This is your last training session as well as a final test. If you choose to pick up the Verrick name and walk you will be tested. But if you choose to live a life with no meaning then the gem will take away everything you possess within your body allowing you to live a normal life but remember, taking the test also has consequences. If you fail, your life will be taken instead."
Without hesitation, Ryan stood up ready to do what he felt was right. "I'm all over it gramps. I want to do what I can to help no matter the cost and if this so called gem can grant me the power I need then so be it."
Trevor couldn't help but feel proud of his grandson. "Then lie down and close your eyes. You spirit will be lifted. The rest you'll just have to find out on your own."
Lying on the ground and going into a meditative state, Ryan felt himself being dragged out of his body. Opening his eyes, he found himself in front of the Altar of Arceus.
"Yeah, anyone here? Hello?" Ryan's doubt got crushed when Arceus himself appeared before him.
"Child of Truth, why have you disturbed my rest? Do you wish to seek the path your ancestors before you tried to obtain? Know this; there were only 3 of you that managed to impress me. Your father only obtained half for he was not fully worthy. What makes you worthy Child?
Ryan pondered for a moment but the answers came to him like a sack of bricks. "Arceus in all honesty I seek nothing nor am I worthy to receive anything. If it so pleases you, you can always erase my very existence but know this. What I seek is truth. Why mankind has fallen so low as well as the darkness this world holds. I want to be able to fight against it as well as making a difference not for myself, but for every pokemon out there. Why must we be so split off as if a chasm is in-between each of us? I'm tired of this and if I can make a difference I will." A bit worried, Ryan closed his eyes expecting the worst but all he received was a small pat on the head.
"Your answer intrigues me human. Ha-ha it's been so long since I have had one such as yourself appear before me. None the less I will grant you your wish. Take one jewel upon my crested waist and imbue it with the necklace you possess. When you do so, you will be granted abilities to help you on your quest. Good luck human and farewell. I expect great things from you Child." After a flash of light, Ryan woke up seeing his grandfather sitting beside him. Opening his right hand revealed the jewel he obtained from Arceus.
"Gramps I know what I must do. Starting tomorrow I'm going to head out and see what mankind has done through laws and other means." Placing the gem and the jewel together, it formed a small round sphere of golden blue.
"Alright then my boy. I'll start packing up some gear for your journey. But first let's see how Torchic is doing." Getting up, Trevor went back into his home. Ryan following in suit went to Torchic's side.
"Hey are you doing alright?" Speaking to Torchic, she responded.
"I'm doing fine thanks. I really appreciate all that you have done for me." Understanding exactly what she said, Ryan was a bit puzzled. "Gramps you didn't give Torchic a communicator did you? I know you have one yourself but aren't those things worth quite a pretty penny? Infact did you give me one?" Feeling around for a communicator, Ryan found no such thing.
"Ryan, you've been granted the power to understand pokemon. It's a good gift and not one to take lightly." Trevor chuckled.
"Wow, well this sure changes things. I always wondered what'd it be like to understand pokemon but hey this is quite a nice pace of things." Turning towards Torchic, Ryan spoke out.
"I know it may be too soon to ask and of course you have the full authority to say no but what do you feel about traveling with me? I.. I'd like to give it another shot and well it seems we both can use some company."
Torchic slowly got up to a sitting position. "I'd be happy to. Ryan was it? I'd also prefer a name because.. well you know it's kind of annoying to be called what you are. It's like saying human to every person out there."
Ryan laughed a bit at this. "Alright, well from here on out your name will be Blaire. Is that alright with you?"
Torchic smiled. "Yes its perfectly fine but, allow me to rest a bit more. I'm doing much better than before but it's still somewhat painful to move."
"Of course Blaire no problem and to you Sheryl, thanks for watching her."
"You're welcome Ryan. I'm glad to help and it's good to see you finally smile for a change. Keep it that way." Ryan filled with a bit more joy patted Sheryl on the head.
"Alright well I'd best get ready myself. This is going to be one hell of a trip." |
nifty | This is a short story involving a girl watching another girl masturbate on webcam.
Emily Chloe
Emily logged onto the net and started surfing as soon as her parents went out. The 15 year old had just finished a long, hard day and was in need of some entertainment. She started searching for random names, until she found a girl who lived in Canada. This girl was called Chloe, and she was 16.
The two introduced themselves. Chloe was blonde, with large breasts and a nice figure. Emily had smaller breasts and long brown hair, again with a nice body. As they chatted, they began to know more and more about each other. Then Chloe said that she was going for some dinner, and that she was logging off.
By accident, Chloe had evidently clicked the webcam button, because suddenly a large image of Chloe appeared on Emily's screen. Emily enlarged it further, and then watched in amazement, as Chloe removed her clothes and then sat back on her chair. She leaned back and closed her eyes, then began to fuck herself using a long, black dildo.
Emily found herself getting wet, and took off her jeans and thong, then her top and bra til she was naked, too. She watched Chloe and started to rub her breasts, making the nipples nice and hard. Then she moved her hand down to her wet, shaven, tight pussy and started to rub her clit until she was so wet and turned on that she couldnt stand it anymore. She thrusted three fingers into her wet pussy and started to finger herself fast, watching in awe as Chloe fucked herself to an orgasm, then kept going.
In just a couple of minutes Emily was ready to cum, and as Chloe arched her back for another orgasm, Emily came hard and moaned loud. Chloe opened her eyes, then looked at the computer screen in horror. She clicked a button, and her image disappeared from Emily's screen.
Chloe never came back online, and Emily never forgot her first web-sex orgasm. |
FSE | Title: Kings slutty boy by Wolfembody
Tags: Blowjob, Father, Incest, Lion, M/M, Son
Hello fellow furs!!! ^\_^ i though i would do this because i was on yim with my friend and we rped this out so here you go!!!
18+ age please but there is nothing i can do to stop you so enjoy =D
The king walked into the release room of the castle basically a room based around glory holes in the wall; little did he know that his son was on the other side of the wall mainly because he was homosexual yet his father had no idea of this. He sighed as he pulled down the gold trimmed edge of his pants and stuck his cock though the hole waiting for the slave to suck on it but on the other side was his son eager to start... but something caught his eye; that it is a feline cock... there are no feline guards around the castle. He called his overseer over and asked,"Uhm.... if I may ask but there are no felines guards on this level..."
The overseer scoffed and said with a smirk,"Hehe... well either its a guard not accounted for... or," he began to giggle then said" or its your father, but what is the chance of that?" He walked off laughing leaving the young prince breathless.
He suddenly heard on the other side of the wall,"You know it's probably isn't going to suck itself." he the proceeded to saying,"Erm... I hate to ask but can you scan your id card?" With a soft sigh the king took his card out and scanned it; within seconds the image popped up on the other side of the king taking the princes breath away as he slowly lowered himself towards the thick piece of meat that made him (sadly his mother died when giving birth to him so he never had any affection to females).
He then gently sucked on the tip of the meat, pulling it out of the musky sheath, as it slowly erected into a massive 12" log of heavenly pleasure. After it became fully erect the prince began to deep throat the thick log letting it slip into the back of his mouth and began to massage and squeeze the heavy low swinging balls. He began to hear loud grunting, moaning, and mutters of pleasure that echoed though the room. He the proceeded to pull off of the cock and began to paw his father off, gently lifting his cock and pressing his nose onto his fathers balls taking in the heavy scent and started to suck on then softly imagining that the things that he was sucking made him which drove his lust even farther. After milking his father for about 5 minutes he felt the thick meat begin to pulse and pressed his lips to the top letting the huge torrent of seed fill his mouth gulping down each load that sprayed at him; this continued on for 5 whole minute before the king pulled off and let a few squirts hit who he though was a slave in the face; then pulled out of the hole, pull his pants up, and walked out sated for the enormous amount of release. His son sat there in total shock of the event that happened. He looked up at the picture of his father on the screen and began to get erect; he knew this was a "sin" but he couldn't help but want to get his brains fucked out of him by his old man.
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FSE | Title: Twisted Minds by Kaleb
Tags: Fighting, Gym, Highschool, M/M, Violence, Young Love
"Damn, Max, am I drunk?" â€" the fox asked, his eyes locked at J's romantic gaze. The wolf laughed and replied: "Damn, dude, what did that vixen do to you? Either you both jointed, or it's something worse...Actually, I wanted to ask, did you have any sex?" Trevor turned with a look of a satisfied vampire: "Oh, you bet we did. And you know what? She is...umm...was a virgin!" â€" Trevor was proud of his act, finally standing up as a grown up fox. Sexual maturity was tied with adulthood. Whenever some boy fucked a girl, he was no longer a "boy". And the girl...well, it was considered she is ready to give birth.
Max watched with a small frown. He was a virgin, he was older, but still was a virgin. He turned his gaze to a girl, sitting by Jane. A young dragoness â€" Tania â€" she was brownish, one eye red, the other one â€" blue. Her hair was short and messy with a deep purple color and short green stripes. Max was in love with her...
"Ya like her, don't ya?" â€" Max's drooling friend said, with his sight still looking at his mate. "Yea...She's beautiful..." â€" the wolf was cut off by his friend very fast: "Dude, you're not the only one, Punk the hyena, he wants to fuck Tani for a long, long time." With those words said, Max clenched his fist and led out a small groan. "Punky... - it seemed like the wolf said those words with joy - ...he's dead." "Max, dude, stop it, no fighting in the buss." â€" Trevor spoke with cautiousness, knowing what might happen.
Punk was lounging at his seat and was telling a story of how he almost killed a "goddamned fag", who tried to squeeze his ass. Trevor's school was full of Bi's, but no one was irritated from them. Although no one could prove that the hyena himself was straight, no one could say the opposite. "Punky" as most of his classmates called him, was just relating how he smacked Buck the otter, when Max shouted from the back of the buss: "Hay, Punky, how ‘bout the time you had to lick my legs, because you lost that be...what was it again..." â€" before the wolf could finish the sentence, Punk got up, came closer to him and said facetiously: "Oh yea, I recall the bet was about who could jerk off faster?" "Yea â€" The canine replied â€" you proved you were a wimp." "Really? I think I proved I'm not getting horny from men." â€" all of the boys who could hear the talk at the back side of the buss laughed simultaneously. Max showed a bit of his teeth, growling slyly, but he kept him calmness and continued. "Punky, Punky, even if you have made the bet with a girl, you would still run off with that excuse..." â€" the last gag took more applauses that the first. Max smiled proudly, and Punk returned to his seat, yelling "Fuck you, McLowsky! At History you'll get fucked!" The bus driver turned his head to reveal a huge giggle. It seemed the microphones in the bus captured everything...
"History, DAMN, FUCK, Fuck Stable! I have no homework..." â€" with those words, weird images started to form in the wolf's head. "Trev, may I ask you something?" The fox knew what happened when the wolf started talking like that. Max always needed Trevor's help for his mischevious plans to work. The fox did not know what would happen, but if, by Max's words, the wolf was "out of order", Trev had to think up an excuse...
The school buss arrived, thus starting the painfully long day...Half of the students on the bus had History, the other half â€" Maths. Punk had Maths while Max had History so theoretically they couldn't start a fight...but only theoretically. Trevor thought about the lack of grey matter inside Max's head when the wolf began to scratch himself behind the ears before he took out a cigarette. "Max what the fuck r'ya doin'?! â€" Trevor asked â€" You want another detention?" "...maybe..." â€" the wolf replied as he inhaled the tobacco smoke and breathed out a cloud of nicotine, death itself. "Aw, fuck, the guard's out! Put out the damned thing!" â€" Trevor whispered; Mr.Yankovitz, the school ... erm ... "discipline control" loved guys like Max...The nearest entrance to the school was behind the guard. "So, what's up, Maxie? â€" Yankovitz asked â€" What'cha got there?" "Nuffn' â€" Max replied â€" just some soothing-ness, want some?" â€" the wolf handed the cigarette to the big Doberman. Yankovitz pulled the smoke from the filter into his lungs and started to make circles from the nicotine. "Yup, thanks ol'budy, now you gots to go wiz meh!" â€" the Doberman tried to make out a punkish â€" snot-nosed accent and failed miserably, after that he grabbed Max by the shoulder and took him into custody, so to speak. The wolf waved back to Trevor, winking as he did. This was a sight, it meant that Trev didn't have to make out anything, he would only enjoy the day...sort of.
The History class went rather well, both groups (everyone single student from the bus) had PE next. The school yard was massive enough for it to take up to 150 students, so 32 of them weren't much of a problem. Trevor, who was speaking with Jane about something carelessly, saw Max coming out from the same black door he came out the last time he was caught smoking. The wolf seemed quite happy from his stay in detention and Trev tried to ignore the calls of his name, but the wolf was rapidly shortening the distance between them. "Hiya Trev!" â€" The fox couldn't ignore his wolf buddy much longer and decided to quit: "What the fuck did you think you were doing?! Why, why, why?" "Well, mr. Brown pants, I thought it would be better to spend 45 minutes with Yakovitz, than in History class, I fucking love that guy!" â€" Max answered, not satisfying is friend's question though. "Anyway â€" Trev continued â€" so are you gonna do with Punky?" â€" to be honest, Trevor wanted to see the outcome of the whole "infatuated idiot versus swaggering bastard" thing. Max didn't answer the last question.
The sports teacher, a pumped-up brownish-white dingo with a sensible australian accent, was running in one spot, waiting for his students to get ready. "A'right then kiddoes, everyone worked-up, jacked-up, spun-up and ready to goww now?" â€" Mr. Derek Sean spited up the sentence in a flash and no one actually understood that, and, taking in mind that his accent was strong enough to kill a kangaroo, he repeated himself: "Donn lemme getcha wimpin'-pimin' honey-lickin' pipsqueeks foolin' aroun' in my class! Caam' on, le's goww! One, two, three, foaa'!" â€" and the 32 pupils started running behind what seemed a classical case of caffeine addiction... After a few cycles around the stadium, the boys were separated from the girls and the males headed to play rugby, while the girls were given the hard task of playing volleyball...
The match was going good until the ball got in Max's hands and Punk was running against him. In pure instinct, the wolf pounded against the whimpy hyena, and Punk reacted the same way â€" by instinct. Both students started fighting in the middle of the game. Everyone took off their helmets, stepped around the boys and started yelling, part of them for Punk, and a part for Max. Trevor instantly jumped to part the animals, but got hit in his exposed vulpine head. "Headshot" â€" somebody yelled and the crowd started laughing. Max regained sense and saw his friend lying motionless on the ground. He jumped to grab the fox, but was held tightly by Punk. The hyena held the wolf by the belt, pulled him on the ground and started beating him insanely. A small drop of blood flew from the wolf's nose, who on the sight of that exploded inside, pushed forward, and the animals switched places. As Max pumped fist after fist on the hyena's head, mr. Sean jumped from out of nowhere, grabbing Max, pulling him away from Punk. The dingo then checked the bloody hyena, who apparently didn't care and jumped back on Max, but this time Buck pulled the wolf into the crowd and smacked Punk in the face: "Fuck you, Punk!" â€" the otter yelled and kicked the hyena in the stomach. "Guyz, guyz, ee-nough! â€" the dingo started â€" Don'cha know you could kill the innocent creature." â€" Max smiled as he heard those words; The teacher was fucking with the bastard! Derek was on the bus when they argued, maybe he heard the talk. "Now now, â€" Mr. Sean continued, laughing â€" let's leave him alone, he needs a painkiller or two... - the dingo kneeled by Punk â€" Ya allright boy?" â€" he asked, but go spat at in the face with bloody saliva. "I hate you..." â€" Punk mumred. The teacher got up and wiped the spit from his muzzle. He sighed, then said: "Come one, let's leave the bastard here." â€" Max laughed at those words and the dingo came up to him next. "Well, I hope youz gonna be more friendly. Ya okay?" Max just smiled and patted the teacher on the shoulder, wiped the blood from his nose and arose. The dingo laughed again and said: "If ya give him a nice beatin' later, I won't tell anyone." â€" Derek winked, then looked at his watch and released everyone a few minutes earlier.
In all the commotion everyone forgot the fox. Trevor lied on the grass motionless. Max picked him up, cached up with Jane and said: "Would you help a helpless kitten? â€" smiling, the wolf offered Trevor to the vixen â€" Trust me, sometimes he looks like a kitten." Jane got the idea and kissed Trev on the forehead. The fox immediately opened his eyes, looked at Jane and said "Hi.", then he kissed her on the muzzle. Max sighed and released Trevor, leaving the fox to fall on the ground. The vixen gave Max a grumpy look, then helped Trevor up. Max approached Tania, held his breath and said: "Tani, hay, how ‘bout I...umm...how ‘bout I buy you a coffee later?" â€" The dragoness smiled and replied approvingly.
The boys headed to the showers; Punk was nowhere to be seen. Everyone patted Max, shouting with joy. The wolf smiled, headed to hid locker and, smirking, took out five cans of beer. Everyone whooped and Max handed a can to Tom, a domestic cat, his second best friend, to Joe, a white stallion, great "finess-freak", as Max called him, to Kaleb, a black leopard who could hack the CIA's computer network if he felt like it, and, of course, to Trevor. "Cheers, to Punk, may he always be here when I feel like kicking someone in the ass!" â€" Max shouted, taking out another whoop out of the crowd and then drank the whole can on one breath. His friends though, took it slower.
When all of the males finished their work in the showers and headed to the Physics class, Max left behind, because the beer hit him in the head again. He didn't notice the otter, Buck, still there too. "Max â€" Buck started â€" I want to ... thank you â€" the otter moved closer. - ... for the beating Punk received... - the otter kissed the wolf on the muzzle with blinding speed, then he turned and waked away, leaving Max half dead. |
nifty | This work is completely fiction. Story may contain BDSM, piss, scat. If you are a minor or it is illegal to read this material, please leave now. Like what you read? Dirty_piggyboy@yahoo.com
Chicago -- by littlepiggy
"Hey faggot" he cursed as I hauled my bags off the train. It had been a hell of a train ride; 5 hours of not being allowed to piss. That, on top of not jerking off 2 weeks prior, had me hard as a rock the moment my foot hit the ground. I wasn't sure what I wanted more: to clean his big black boots with my tongue, right there, or to let my piss run free finally.
My reverie was broken by a sudden "Click" noise; the sound of a padlock being attached to a cold, steel choke chain around my neck. "I'm going to enjoy having a bitch around this weekend", he whispered in my ear, pulling down hard on the chain. It certainly got my attention. He was really demanding my respect by everything he did, and it was working.
The next twenty minutes seemed to take hours, as we made the trek back to wherever he was taking me. My bags were getting heavy, my bladder remained full, and my cock was still hard and leaking. As he led in front of me, not saying a word, my mind seemed to focus on his perfect ass, just waiting for me to clean it inside and out.
Finally, we stopped in front of an apartment building. "Sit" he ordered. I looked around, noticing we were still standing on the sidewalk, and the neighborhood seemed busy with pedestrians. I stared blankly. Pulling down on my choke chain, he confirmed his order. "SIT". With no choice in the matter, I fell to my knees, my bags falling to my side in a heap on the pavement. We seemed to gather no attention, however. People in this city had probably already seen it all.
I stayed put while he went upstairs and did whatever it was that he was doing. In a matter of 5 minutes, he came back out and grabbed me again by the choke chain, and began leading me up the narrow stairway. I was hoping more than anything that he didn't go upstairs a moment ago to empty his bladder; after all, what was I there for?
I stepped in just as the door was about to swing shut, and began looking around. A rough hand to my choke chain brought me back and I was pierced by ice-blue eyes that said "look at me". His look was hypnotic, almost, and I could barely breathe and I slowly fell to my knees. "Good boy" he complimented, and walked into the kitchen to grab something. I heard some cluttering around in a drawer, and then he returned. As he stood behind me, I dare not look back until he told me I could move. I then felt the coldness of something metal on the back of my neck. I wasn't sure what to gather of it until he started gently scraping the skin around my neck with the tip. At this point I was quite sure what it was: a very large knife. Anyone else would probably start panicking if a SIR did this to him, but I had complete trust and respect for this one. Hearing a small tear at first, he began cutting my shirt off of me from behind.
Being forced to bend over onto the bed, I felt helpless as he began cutting off my jeans. He didn't bother with the black rubber jock I was wearing, or the black work boots. Instead he sat the knife down, stuck his middle finger in his mouth, and then roughly jammed it up my ass. I moaned in a mixture of shock and delight at the intruder, and spread my legs to allow him better access. "Heh, just like a bitch in heat" he mumbled, as he started finger fucking me tight, unlubed ass. As always, my cock was rock hard and leaking into my jock. The finger ramming started to get harder, and if he had continued much longer, I probably would have gotten sore. But knowing just how to push my buttons, he grabbed me by the choke collar from behind, yanked my head up and stuck that finger in my mouth. I lapped at it like a good pup, making sure all of my ass juices were cleaned off my SIR's finger.
Like me, he got naked except for his tall boots and a jockstrap. After pulling me off the bed by my choke collar, he pulled my face into his groin for a good sniff. "Smell that, boy?"
I squeaked out a muffled "yes SIR" as I inhaled his mansmells deeply.
"I need a good cleaning" he insisted, holding me stoic in his groin.
Well, the thought of cleaning this stud's unwashed body got me even more hot and bothered.
"...but first, get down there and clean up my boots." Yes, just what I was longing for. I got down on all 4's and began lapping at the shiny leather, making sure not to miss a detail. While I did so, his other foot reclined up onto my back, using me as a footstool.
I could tell he was growing impatient with my cleaning, but I was determined to give him a thorough job. Finally, as I reached the top, he pulled me up onto my feet. Moving behind me, I felt his body heat melt into my back, and I began to shiver. The shiver was intensified a couple hundred times as I felt his teeth sink into my shoulder. My SIR had to gag me with his fingers in order to keep me from screaming too loud, although the biting just got harder and more intense. His other hand moved down to my cock, which had my rubber jock slick with precum inside and was tenting out at a ninety degree angle.
I moaned into the 3 fingers jammed in my throat, and heard him whisper. "Awe, you like me playing with your little boy cock?"
Another muffled "yes SIR"
"Well, I'll give you a choice. Either I'll use your little faggot shit cunt all weekend, or I'll let you cum now and call it good". The moment he mentioned my cunt I felt a wad of precum ooze out of my cock. Of course there was only one logical choice. As much as I was ready to cum by this point, there was no way I was going to give up this stud using my ass.
Pulling his fingers out of my throat, he wiped them dry on my face and said "Well, which is it, bitch?"
"Please, SIR, use me as your fucktoy this weekend"
I could practically hear the grin that developed behind me. "Good boy", he whispered gently into my ear, just barely brushing it and sending chills up my spine. I don't know how it all happened, but somehow in the next 5 seconds he managed to turn me around, slam me against the wall, and wrap his fingers around my throat, cutting off my air. My mouth hung slack-jawed in shock.
"Fucking slut" He breathed heavily into my face, and spit a large wad into my mouth. Any good bitch knows to thank his SIR when he gives you something to swallow, no matter what it is.
After I swallowed his spit, the choking got more and more intense until I was laying on the floor, at which point my SIR decides to squat over my face. I can smell the intense aroma coming from his balls and ass, and have the utmost desire to dive face in to his chute. Knowing that there could be repercussions if I was that presumptuous, I stayed put until given the order.
"Yea boy, smell my nasty ass?"
"Yes SIR" I panted, mouth watering at the sight and smell.
"You want it, don't you, boy?"
"FUCK YES, SIR" I was almost shouting.
"Well, go ahead boy, clean my ass up good."
I didn't need to be told twice, and within seconds I was lapping as his smelly hole like it was my life's work. It tasted amazing, but more importantly, I wanted in there, deep.
Sensing my desperation, my SIR strained to relax his sphincter, and I watched as it opened up just a bit, shining with my spit. He pulled my head up with his right hand and mashed it into his quivering chute, my tongue diving as far in as it could go.
"FUCK yea" he growled, only prodding me further. If a penis could break off from being hard, I believe mine would have at this moment. I could taste all of him, his flesh, his sweat, his ass juice, and I was in pig heaven.
In one quick motion, he pulled his leaking cock out of the side of his jock, and quickly jammed it into my mouth, and it found its way automatically into my throat. As if my day could have gotten any better: I got to clean his boots, his ass, and now he was throat fucking me like it was a virgin cunt. Sensing that I was gagging uncontrollably, he pulled his throat out and spit again into my mouth.
"C'mon, boy, you can't whimp out on me yet. You've only been here for about an hour" |
nifty | I adored my big brother. I wanted to be just like him. We were on summer vacation, just he and I. He was a good bit older. I was just ten and he had turned twenty that August. We had lugged the aluminum chairs and the umbrella over to a secluded area of the beach...He was sitting in one of the chairs and I was sitting at his feet playing in the sand. Every now and then, I would look up from my vantage point to admire his beautiful furry chest and his handsome face. He looked like an Egyptian king to me; sitting there half naked in his sun glasses, looking out to sea.
From where I sat, I could see into the leg of his loose swim trunks. His genitals and the black hair above them was quite visible. I knew very well what they were, after all, I had a smaller version. I couldn't resist teasing him.
"What's that?" I asked, pointing.
"What's what?" He replied, honestly curious.
"That thing in your shorts." I said.
"Oh that." He grinned, showing his beautiful teeth. "That's just my pet mouse."
"It only has one eye and looks so sad. May I pet it?" I asked slyly.
"You may." He said with only a moment's hesitation.
I saw it move before I even touched it. I reached into its shelter and stroked its head with my finger. It felt warm and soft and seemed to come to life. I looked up at my brother. His eyes were closed and his head was back as if he was just enjoying the sun on his face. His hips moved only once in the chair. The mouse began to grow as I continued to pet it. I expected my brother to ask me to stop, but he did not, so I continued for a few more minutes. A tear formed at the single eye as if the mouse was crying.
"Oh." I said. "I think I've made it sadder. It seems to be crying. May I tickle it under its little chin?" The mouse head had emerged beyond the trunk leg.
"Please do." My brother said through clenched teeth. "Please do." His voice sounded peculiar.
The flesh beneath the mouse head was wrinkled and slippery from its tears. I massaged it with two fingers this time for several seconds. By now, my brother had moved his hips forward in the chair even farther. I imagined the mouse with ears and whiskers and giggled. By now, it was tearing copiously. I placed my two fingers at the top of the mouses neck and added my thumb. My brother was making funny noises in his throat; his eyes behind the sunglasses were squeezed shut and his tongue licked his lips.
Suddenly, he sucked in a ragged breath and moaned loudly.
The mouse spewed long thick white strings over my arm.
The poor thing had thrown up. |
yiff-extreme | There was very little preparation and absolutely no warning before the wolf thrust himself forward into the three holes he so desperately craved for, apart from the few seconds it took for him to aim his tri-cocks properly; it was practically nothing but instinct at that point, enough so that he was already halfway done with it before realizing that he had even begun, like his body was made for the sort of extreme, hyper-sized debauchery that he was about to perpetrate. Long gone were the days where he fantasized about simply playing with Liz’s bust and maybe getting a full-body hug by those colossal mammaries of hers, as now he was fully focused on keeping two of his shafts pressing against her two nipples and the third one towering over a poor, overstretched mouth that could barely even take in a fraction of the tip, let alone the whole thing… but that wasn’t going to stop him.
Their bodies, his and Elizabeth’s, were designed for that sort of thing, the kind of pleasure that other, lowlier mortals could only ever dream of, maybe ask someone to draw up whenever they felt like indulging in some fantastical daydreaming with the help of a visual element by their side; for the happy couple though, it was very much real, and more than that, it was their reality that they were crafting and imposing upon the world around them, damn the consequences and what anyone might think of them. The city was being destroyed, the ground itself ravaged by shockwaves whenever either of them moved in any fashion, and by the end of it, most of the urban sprawl surrounding the two would probably be coated in a half-mile-thick layer of spunk and milk, but none of it mattered compared to the one most important thing: bottoming out.
Shrapnel could’ve taken his time, could’ve made it so that Elizabeth felt every single inch of his three cocks pushing into her body, stretching her out so much that her organism should by all rights be unable to function afterwards. He could’ve been gentle, even, giving her the time needed to process what was happening to her while it was happening, to fully appreciate and experience the rapturous pleasure of it all like it was supposed to be appreciated… but he didn’t. Whether it be because he himself was too far gone to even be capable of doing such a thing, his mind too much of a mess to even consider the notion of self-restraint, or because he deliberately wanted Liz to be on the receiving end of his brutish ministrations was a question that neither the serval nor the wolf himself particularly cared to ask, let alone answer; for them, the only truth that was even remotely relevant was the fact that Shrapnel had just hilted himself inside Elizabeth’s breasts, the base of his cocks slamming into the colossal nipple buds as their full length penetrated deep into the oceans of milk within, all while the one rod directed at her mouth did… much of the same.
It was difficult to explain, even more so to actually make sense of what he was seeing, but judging from the sounds coming from Elizabeth’s stuffed mouth, it was clear that she was both alive and very eager for more, at least if the muffled, garbled words meant what Shrapnel assumed they did; the size difference between the two had finally worked against them, for the wolf was simply too big to be able to see the much smaller serval properly. Her tits were there, as was her belly, even her gigantic ass and thighs had become big enough to be seen rising from behind the mountains of milk-stuffed boob, but Elizabeth herself, her torso and head, were so tiny in comparison that the only thing that Shrapnel had going for him in terms of bearings was the direction his third cock was pointed in.
It plunged deeply into the cleavage in front of him, squeezed from all sides by a pair of tits that rumbled ever more menacingly, before emerging into a small amount of empty space… and then going right back into something warm, something that vibrated gently, something that seemed to be squirming around his length; little did he know that, against all odds, he had successfully pushed his colossus of a dick into Liz’s mouth, and it just so happened that, in doing so, the serval’s body had to make certain few accommodations to keep itself from collapsing under the strain… such as, mostly, turning itself into a living, breathing, furry condom to be used as a cocksleeve, and not much else. Her belly was still there, the womb safe and kept away from the direct line of impact of the wolf’s still-growing rod, but the rest of her? One moment she was fine, the next she had that titanic shaft bearing down on her, pushing against her face and begging her to open her mouth to let it in, and right afterwards, said tip had gone straight through her, out the other end, and had lodged itself in the ground underneath the serval; at that moment, in a single moment in fact, Liz was speared from one side to another, left spitroasted on one of her lover’s dicks, unable to really do anything other than helplessly flail her arms and legs about, at least until her brain kicked back in and she remembered to rub and knead her stretched-out self, it being the only way she had to pleasure the very same cock that had turned her into little more than an accoutrement for itself.
It was still up in the air how exactly her mouth managed to open that widely, or how her body was still functioning when most of its insides had to be rearranged just to fit that skyscracker-sized pillar of cockmeat, but ultimately, did it even matter? She was there, so was Shrapnel, they were both alive and well, and now the wolf had to actually do something about him having his dick firmly stuck inside the ground after going through Elizabeth’s torso and her absolutely enormous rear… or would have to do something, were it not for the secondary effects of him so carelessly bottoming out as he did.
All of this, the maelstrom of confusing thoughts and the perplexity that the giant male felt at whatever happened between his third dick and Elizabeth, had all taken place in but a couple of seconds, a couple of seconds where the world seemed to pause in order to give Shrapnel some time to process what he had just done; but things wouldn’t simply stop to let him catch up, nor would that rumbling he was feeling from each of the serval’s tits grow any dimmer. In fact, as the clock’s hands resumed their inexorable advance, so too did the noises around Shrapnel get progressively louder, until the wolf had half a mind to bring his hands off of Liz’s bust and onto his ears in order to keep his eardrums from rupturing.
The quaking became stronger as well, enough to nearly send him off-balance, but it wasn’t until a full ten seconds after hilting himself that the giant realized what was actually going on… and even then, ‘twas only after the compressors finally gave out, and Elizabeth’s full size was revealed, that he understood just how much he was in over his head, because the serval didn’t just have her two breasts unleashed upon the world: she had four. Never before had Shrapnel considered the possibility that his mate might spontaneously develop an additional pair of tits, not even in their most passionate, mindless moments where the world might as well not exist and their only motivation was the need to breed and fuck one another; growth, sure, and enough of it to put Cynthia’s size to shame, hence why the two of them were even that big to begin with, but never in his wildest dreams did the wolf dare to assume that the serval’s body might go the extra mile and vent some of that excess pressure not in the form of raw size and volume, but in quantity instead.
Frankly, it made an obscene amount of sense to him, at least in the lust-addled state that he was in, but it was still such a surprising turn of events that he couldn’t help but stay there, standing still, not even realizing that his body had been pushed back a good mile by both the emergence of the additional bust and the unleashing of all remaining breast size, leaving behind two sets of grooves on the ground where his claws had been… not that anyone could see them, given they were now fully covered by four colossal milk factories that yet insisted on growing even more, even faster. It left Shrapnel stunned, unable to do aught but stare ahead and wonder how exactly that was supposed to work, and, most importantly, how he could make that happen again; now that he knew it was possible, he didn’t want it to stop.
The second pair had grown in from underneath the first one in just the right angle to ensure that Liz was propelled upwards from where she was sitting, as made evident by the sudden emergence of her rear to about eye-level with Shrapnel (not to mention his third cock also moving upwards, still being stuck as it was within Liz herself), which could only mean that any further developments would add to this bed of breastflesh that the serval had been blessed with. Lacking any concrete evidence for any method in particular, however, it fell to the wolf to experiment with what might have caused it, starting with the most obvious solution: him thrusting into Liz with enough strength that it somehow pushed all of that mass into an extra rack.
It was nonsensical, it broke the laws of physics to an even greater extent than the two of them had already, but it was either that or he had no idea what else; thus, with a great gritting of teeth, Shrapnel began the arduous task of pulling back, only then realizing just how tightly his dicks were being gripped by his lover’s insides, both within her body and inside of her tits, to say nothing of the tip of his third shaft still being lodged in the dirt somehow, having submerged itself in a thick, syrupy pit of cum-soaked mud with the consistency of thick soup far behind where Elizabeth’s body was. It was a chore and a half to move backwards enough that he could actually see some length of his manhoods, but as soon as he did, not a second went by before he instinctively threw himself forward again, not even thinking about the possibilities and once more surrendering himself to the immediate pursuit of pleasure; and, just like before, the moment he felt the base of his rods slam into Elizabeth’s nips and mouth was the same one the rumbling began once more, the ground around him cracking as multiple trenches were opened purely through seismic power, before a loud, muffled moan miraculously overpowered the cacophony.
A third pair of breasts emerged just underneath the second one, further pushing Shrapnel away and isolating Elizabeth herself in the middle of an ocean of boob that, by that point, the wolf could easily use as a king-sized bed… about twenty or so times over again. In fact, the only reason he could even see Liz at all was because her cheeks and thighs had grown far in excess to what they used to be like, signalling where the serval was, even if most of their mass had been wrapped around Shrapnel’s dick in the form of a very moan-happy cocksleeve that nonetheless only covered a small percentage of the cock’s full length. Honestly, it was all a form of excess that he couldn’t even begin to fathom… which was exactly why the wolf began backing up again, because with three pairs, why not go for four?
In fact, why stop at all? The way things were going, the two of them were bound to take over the whole planet as it was, without care nor consideration for anyone underneath them, or whether or not they’d even be able to survive after they reached a big enough size that they would breach through the upper atmosphere and into the cold depths of low orbit. It felt wasteful not to go all-out, since they were already doomed to fail either way… so they might as well enjoy things while they lasted, no? Besides, with Elizabeth safely on top of an ever-expanding bed of breasts, and with the additional pairs seemingly coming in whenever Shrapnel forced himself into her topmost row, the wolf only truly needed access to the same pair of tits that had kickstarted this exponential expansion; seeing as how they were being pushed outwards along with him in order to make room for additional racks, really all that the giant had to do was hold on tight and not allow himself to be barrelled over and covered up by the avalanche of breastflesh.
This was, surprisingly enough, easier than it first appeared, given that two of his cocks were very tightly sealed inside those advancing mountains of boob, with the third one still speared through Liz herself and now rising high in the sky behind her; in all honesty, the biggest concern in his mind was the possibility that his final compressor layer might finally give out, because against all odds, it was still there. Granted, it wasn’t really doing much compared to what it used to be capable of; were Shrapnel to compare his current size to his true one, the difference in proportions was far smaller than what his compression gear achieved when it was still intact and fully functional. Still, there still remained that final barrier, one that he couldn’t avoid thinking of, as it felt like his body was being held in a grip by some unseen force, almost like he’d been stuffed in a plastic bag, one whose surface refused to break and tear regardless of how much force he put behind every motion.
It was frustrating, above all things, to feel the last line of dimensional distortions still hold when he was already so close to a full ascension, and to know that, ultimately, it wasn’t up to him to decide when it would finally shatter, but entirely up to the equipment and its ability to maintain itself; it would inevitably stop working, but that it was outside Shrapnel’s control left him feeling incomplete, especially when compared to how Elizabeth had been fully revealed already, and the world was trembling underneath her colossal body. For the wolf, whose own form had become more proportionately gigantic as opposed to the serval’s complete focus on her assets and belly, it was already getting difficult to truly comprehend the vast distances involved in trying to measure just how large his lover happened to be; from his vantage point, so high up in the clouds that his head was noticeably colder than his paws, he already had trouble seeing all of Elizabeth without needing to swivel his head around some, to say nothing of the fact that almost the entirety of the land stretching out towards the increasingly-curved horizon had been painted white and left so creamy as to have become a full, uninterrupted (if somewhat lumpy) coating.
He could only begin to imagine what it must be like to witness such an event from down below, where the people watching were so unbelievably tiny in comparison to them that something that both Shrapnel and Elizabeth saw as an insignificant growth spurt probably qualified as locally apocalyptic, to say nothing of the larger ones bursts of size, or even the emergence of brand new pairs of breasts… and that, that was the sort of motivation that Shrapnel needed: the knowledge and understanding that the two of them had reached a point in their ascension where the most meaningless of gains was enough to completely demolish entire downtown areas, where jumps in size that the both of them failed to recognize as even having taken place were enough to drown out entire cities with the amount of cum and milk they produced.
They had truly become something alike to gods, so immensely powerful that their presence alone was enough to warp the very notion of what could be considered real… at least in their heads, awash in hormones as they were. And as gods, theirs was the responsibility to do with their bodies what they wilt, and what Shrapnel wanted to do was give his lover an increasingly large number of rows of milk factories on her chest, to the point where it would have to elongate just to be able to fit them all; what he wanted was for things to become so excessive, so self-indulgent in their maddening dash towards the very limit of decency and beyond, that anyone looking at them from afar would be unable to fully take in what was happening without their minds shattering into pieces in the process. What he wanted was to pull back, then thrust forward again, triggering yet another planet-shaking quake as yet more breasts blossomed from the serval’s body, and again, and once more, and onwards forevermore, only just barely holding himself back from outright jackhammering into those tits he was stuck inside thanks to still having to deal with the growth spurts that came with each new rack he was creating.
With the growth going on at the same time, it felt as if he was being pushed back miles and miles with every new row of breasts that sprouted into existence, a distance that only grew larger with each addition. By the time he believed himself to be done, at least for the time being, he could barely even see Elizabeth anymore; her moans had left his body so titanic that the only thing he could really make out was a state-spanning series of overstuffed milktanks, thirty of them arranged in a staggering fifteen pairs, along with a flood that threatened to span the full breadth of the nation itself, right before contaminating two oceans at the same time. All he could see, emerging from atop this glorious formation, so massive that it, too, could be seen from high orbit, was the serval’s positively gargantuan ass and set of thighs, jutting outwards and upwards, letting him know that his work was not yet done.
For despite the fact that he had successfully covered so much of his home country in what amounted to an endless wall of boob, that had never been the true focus; the point of them getting together like that was to breed, and doing so should’ve left Elizabeth with a far bigger belly than it did breasts, even taking into consideration just how productive her tits were in order to help feed the many little ones she was meant to carry. And though her womb had become something monstrously huge, big enough that it, too, was capable of covering the majority of the state they used to live in, it wasn’t enough; it wouldn’t be enough until it outsized everything, until it became so gloriously, magnificently titanic that even Liz’s tits would look positively small next to it. It would be so stuffed, so fertile, so filled to the brim that, even as her body rushed to increase milk productivity with each new life being held within her, even with thirty such milk makers attached to her, it wouldn’t be nearly enough to even begin to scratch the surface of what her belly would be like in terms of raw volume.
Surely, the two of them would have to move into orbit, for there was no place for them on the planet anymore, not for the sort of plans they had in mind… or, at least, Shrapnel had in mind; it was hard to tell what Liz might be thinking at any point, given that her body had more or less escaped from her control. It was quite likely that her brain had simply shut down all unnecessary processing power, and the only thing left of the old Elizabeth was their ability to feel pleasure (an accurate assessment if there ever was one), but even if that was the case, it still wouldn’t mean that they couldn’t carry on with this plan that Shrapnel had literally just come up with; all it meant was that he would have to pick up the slack for the both of them, something he was more than happy to do, especially since it gave him a reason to try something different for a change.
Or, well, he said different, but ultimately it was just a shift in perspective and direction; after all, he had three cocks still, which meant that if he angled them correctly and pointed them all in the same direction, then surely the results should be threefold the ones he’d already seen… or something of the sort, horny math wasn’t exactly his strong suit when his body was so colossal that he was having trouble breathing while up in low orbit. All he could think of was the opportunity he had been afforded: the ability to pull back, climb atop Liz’s many milkers (causing a continental-scale flooding in the process, and painting a significant chunk of the planet so white that satellites in orbit began to malfunction from the sheer amount of reflected light), and then slam both of his hands onto her ass, creating a shockwave so powerful that it very nearly created a vacuum for a mile around, such was the air displacement.
There was a sound come from below, something resembling a moan; it was a noise that Shrapnel somewhat recalled, having forgotten most of what it was like during the short stint where his dick had made it impossible for the serval to really sound anything out properly, such that it didn’t take long before his already titanic frame grew further still, almost as if in preparation for what was to come. He didn’t even bother to wait for Elizabeth to be ready, nor did he deign to lube her up with his copious amounts of cum; he was in place, and what that meant was that he had to make good use of it while he still could, and that could only mean one thing: three cocks, three tips, all mushed together as best he could with both hands, all aimed directly at Liz’s cunt.
It too had grown, enormously at that, like it had been waiting for this exact scenario to play out; it wasn’t nearly big enough to take all three of his rods, but then again, by comparison, the serval’s mouth was just as small as it had always been and it stretched out nicely, so the wolf could only assume the same would hold true for a part of his lover that was designed to take his shafts. In that moment, the small instant in between him making contact and the first inch being inserted, Shrapnel closed his eyes, trying to picture how things might look like in the future: himself and Liz, happily together, fucking and rutting and breeding until the cows came home, a permanent fixture of the night sky as they continued to grow and bloat and fill to their heart’s content. Nothing would ever stop them, nor in fact anything could stop them; they were, after all, gods, and as gods the only thing standing in their way was their own desire to do anything. And seeing as they both wanted this to happen, that might as well not be any obstacle at all.
The moment passed, and the first inch went in, then the first yard, then mile, then a few dozen more. They kept coming as Shrapnel kept growing, bigger still as his very thrust only made Liz moan ever louder.
They had scarcely even begun. |
FSE | Title: A Furry Love Story - A New Genesis by anthroguy101
Tags: Henry, Manitoba, Maria, Mr. Li, New Genesis Project, Political, politics
I never felt such a mixed feeling of hope and panic as I did when I stared into that desk. It gave me a very bad feeling in my stomach. I was very concerned about how this would work out. An asian person at the desk handed me a pamphlet. It described in great detail what they were doing. They were going to play with fire.
The pamphlet laid out their plan: they were going to allow adults to raise people like me. They would not only look like dogs but also cats, squirrels, foxes, cheetahs, wolves, and even red pandas. They were going to start a lobbying group to advance the industry and grant their experiments eventual citizenship. Their so-called "plan" did nothing to calm my fears. I knew this might happen someday; I just didn't want it to happen *now*.
**Henry:** I have so many questions about this. I don't even know where to begin. I guess I'll ask what your name is.
**Person:** My name is Mr. Li.
**Henry:** Hi, Mr. Li. Where is this company going to be based?
**Mr. Li:** I think you'll be pleased to know that it will be based in your hometown.
**Henry:** Where are you going to be selling them?
Mr. Li gave me a chart. It showed the areas of America that were damaged the most, specifically rust-belt towns, as well as New Orleans.
**Mr. Li:** Our plan is to have cold-weather animals inhabit these towns. We've read on your blog about how you'd never move down south and how you prefer cold weather. I see you have the water bottle with you, yes?
**Henry:** Ya.
**Mr. Li:** If these animals will stay up north, the theory goes that their economies would recover. In some cases, it may be their only hope. There's a town called Warren, PA. They had around 10,000 people, according to the Census of 9 A.W. How many people do you think there are now?
**Henry:** I don't know, 6,000?
**Mr. Li:** Actually, it's 413. For decades, kids have been leaving the town to chase their dreams. They've been taking their ideas further south and west. That's where the jobs are now. That's where the opportunity has been. One of our top scientists was born there. He's not going back.
**Henry:** How would they help economically? I mean, couldn't they just move back to the cities?
**Mr. Li:** They probably will, but there will always be those that don't. Even the cities have been suffering. Their intelligence would hopefully be put to good use.
**Henry:** Their intelligence?
**Mr. Li:** You mean you don't know? The scientists at the university wanted you to think like an average human. The testing they did to you shows that your are much smarter than that.
He handed me papers from the university showing the results of this testing. My IQ was 213. Brainwave activity was far above "normal." I was stunned. I often thought that I wasn't as smart as the humans, but never thought I would be smarter than them. Inside I was infuriated that they didn't release the papers.
**Mr. Li:** Even GM babies haven't gotten that high, at least not yet. If we could get that kind of result accross the country, imagine what good it would do for humanity.
**Henry:** That's great and all, but you saw what happened with one, you know, when I was born. You're creating a new race of smart people. The Nationals are going to be all over your ass, and there won't be a catastrophe to save us this time.
**Mr. Li:** I know that would be concerning to a high-ranking memeber of the DSP like yourself. It wasn't just America. It was a global thing. Your birth also turned over the legislative Yuan and the parliament of India. The culture in the Republic is much more regressive over something like this. It's an insult to their way of life.
**Henry:** Then what are you going to do to stop political armageddon?
**Mr. Li:** All we can do is educate the public. We're going to start a lobby as soon as it gets started. I'm sure it won't be as much of a problem in the states where they will reside. They could use something like this, and their culture is much more accepting.
**Henry:** Is this just an American thing? Are you going to do this elsewhere?
**Mr. Li:** For now it's just an American thing. Consider us a cattle prod pushing your country forward. That's one reason we decided to do this.
**Henry:** Where are you going to get the money?
**Mr. Li:** People will pay for the cubs. We're also going to accept donations.
**Henry:** How are you going to prevent child abuse?
**Mr. Li:** We have a strict policy against it, and once they become citizens that won't be a problem.
**Henry:** Are they going to be able to reproduce?
**Mr. Li:** Of course.
I stood there for awhile, and finally thought the one question above all else I wanted answered.
**Henry:** When is this all going to begin?
**Mr. Li:** Three years tops.
**Henry:** Oh, okay.
Just as I was about to leave, Mr. Li gave the last word.
**Mr Li:** One more thing, Henry. You are also a part of this. It all boils down to you. If we don't have your support, then we're not going to anywhere with this. I don't want you to go down as the only one of your kind that's ever lived. Imagine being able to talk to more people like yourself. Imagine not being so lonely.
After that I left, having much on on my mind to think about. I took the pamphlet to my room and stared at it. I went on the website. My mind went running in circles. I got a phone call to my hotel room.
**MariaKitsune:** I hope you haven't forgotten about the dinner you'll be having with the sponsors. Come down to room 13 at 17:30.
**Henry:** Okay.
I hung up the phone. Things were going to be completely different from here on out. I just knew it. |
FSE | Title: Wolf Pack: Part 1 by WWOLF
Tags: Fox, Incest, M/M, Watersports, Wolf, Zoophilia
I woke up with a start, a soaking feeling across my forhead. It was a hot summer night, yet my body felt cold to the touch with a hot sweat across it. I shook my head a few times to erase the memories that infested my mind like a parasite. I carefully looked around, eyeing the few scraps of the airplane that was still left over from the crash. Eyeing the mounds of dirt where I spent two full days of non-stop burrying of bodies of people I've grown to love and care about. I was scared now, I was always scared. We crashed somewhere far North, I think I heard the pilot saying something about how we were close to Alaska. I think he's right, because I can still hear the wolves howling...
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One Week Earlier:
I was so excited! An entire trip to the real North Pole! My family teased me about finding Santa Claus up there, and even though it made me laugh, I still found it unncessary hearing it every day. At my young of age of twelve years old I thought a trip like this would be incredibly exciting. This trip was actually to go find my father who's an explorer. He was at the North Pole mining ores or something similar. I was just excited on my trip! I got to fly in a small airplane with two of my friends and my three brothers and sisters. My oldest brother, Mark, wasn't too happy on going. Me and him have different fathers, so he didn't quite care to go see my father. When we boarded the airplane I waved goodbye to my family and friends who were waiting at the gate to watch me off. I never had a thought in my mind that this may be the last time I wave goodbye to them. When we were in the air, it was a calming and very beautiful flight. It was so beautiful seeing all the small trees and places smaller than ants. I couldn't wait to get there. It happened so fast that even now I don't remember exactly what happened. First there was a large thud that woke me up late at night when I was sleeping. As I looked outside, lightning was flashing wildly with rain and hail banging against the plane in a wild torment. At first I wasn't scared, but when the plane began to shake and jerk violently I started to fear for my own life. I screamed loudly as the plane was beginning to drop suddenly. Bags were flying from the front of the plane to the back with my entire family screaming and hanging onto their chairs for dear life. I stared out the front of the plane, eyeing the front window. There was only blackness with the occasional flash of lightning. I heard the captain of the plane scream mayday, mayday. I clung to my seat as I heard the co-pilot attempt to radio for help, calling out that we're going down, landing gear is blown away, and that there was no way to get out of this. There was a hard crunch of trees, a sudden jerk, a large flash of fire, the loudest sound I've ever heard, and finally there was blackness.
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Now here I am. My best bet is that we're somewhere around Alaska during the early summer. It was warm and sunny, sometimes the occasional chilling breeze, but other than that it was very beautiful. It would've been a lot more beautiful if my family could've seen this. I had to get on my hands and knees and burry each and every one of my friends and family, including the pilots. The area was filled with green, lush trees as far as the eye can see, scaling mountains, and gorgeous river and lake formations. Sometimes it'd be so beautiful that my fur would stand on end. Oh, just for quick reference, let me remind you of what I am. I'm a fox anthro with red, almost tawny colored fur with a white blotch on the tip of my tail. My paws were black gloves along with the tips of my ears being of black shading. From the crash, though, my clothes were torn to shreds, so from then on I walked around, ate, and even slept completely in the nude. I slept easy for some odd reason, despite the terrible accident that left me without anyone to be there for me or any form of contact with another person. I think I slept quieter because of the wolves. At exploring the area when we crashed, I saw a wolf pack that kept their den not too far away from where I was. I read about wolves and packs, but never once have I've seen a wolf pack this large before. There must have been at least six families living all together, but how they survived together without disputions over food was beside me. Once or twice I've crawled over the small hill that seperated us to watch them. It was the only form of entertainment I had, aside from having to give myself a little stimulation every now and. Hey, when you're as stranded as I am, you have to find something to give you something to keep your nerves calm. On one particular day when I was satisfying myself, I heard a crunch to my left. I turned hard and saw two golden eyes not even five feet from my body. I was deathly scared, this wolf was tall enough from paw to shoulder to be up to my mid chest region, I mean he was huge! That wasn't the real thing that scared me, though. I was laying on the ground, my paw gripping onto my sheath to pull it back while my other paw calmly rested against my fox meat. I thought the wolf would rip me up and bite off my cock thinking it was sausage or something. Instead I was even more suprised as he trotted to me and sniffed my neck, oh no, he thought I was submissing to him. He smelled me for a couple of minutes, inhaling deeply my scent from my face, ears, neck, and my stomach. When I felt his cold nose press right into my sheath to actually inspect what I was doing, I couldn't help but gasp and spray his muzzle with a jet of pre cum. Jumping back he let out a small growl, and I thought I was dead. Though instead, he sniffed me one more time, turned to his side and lifted up his leg. I was about to scream when I felt a jet of warm urine splash against my neck and chest before he ran away. I sat up and almost fell backwards from the scent. It was harsh and pungeant, making my tail bristle out. I wiped it off the best I could, though the smell never really left. That night it was incredibly hard to sleep, the smell was keeping me up. I wrapped my tail around myself tighter until I heard another crunch as before, only this time there were a lot more of them. I quickly sat up and was met face to face with at least five wolves, the biggest and also the one from before was standing in front of them all. I assumed he was the alpha for how the others stood behind him and didn't make a move unless he did. Taking a step forward I began to crawl on my hands and knees, my large fox ears pressed to my skull with my tail tucked firmly between my legs. I couldn't beleive what I was doing, I was actually submissing to a wolf, and by the way he raised his tail even higher and stood up more straight, I could tell he understood what I was doing. As I was getting ready to look up to him I felt fangs against my scruff. I couldn't help but let out a loud bark of pain, expecting this to be my last moments alive. Instead I could feel the pain, it hurt yes, but it was gentle and yet firm at the same time. I didn't even have a moment to do anything else when I actually felt myself being picked up off the ground by the alpha. He must've thought I was a runt or something, but he couldn't have not known that I was of different species. Before I knew it, I was being carried off by the alpha followed by the wolves. He took me to the pack and all looked at me, oh no, maybe I was being taken away as a meal. When I was finally set down I quickly looked around as the wolves were closing in on me. I was going to scream until I heard something, the sound making my head jerk towards the direction of the alpha. "He's stranded, only survivor. I think we should take him in, no point in letting him die," I heard coming from the alpha's muzzle. It was too much, the alpha was speaking, a real wolf was talking! My eyes fluttered close and everything went dark.
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I awoke with a wonderful sensation, it was one of those sensations that you feel when your parents held you close in their bedroom after you had a bad nightmare. That feeling you get like nothing could hurt you, like you were being protected by in your mind the world's strongest person. This was different, however, as I looked down at my body and saw at least five adolescent wolves covering me up with their own bodies, sharing their heat to keep warm. I didn't think straight for some reason, and I was scared of being surrounded by so many wolves. I couldn't help it, and I couldn't stop it, and I immidiettly began to cry and wail loudly. I awoke all the wolves that were covering me, but more so another larger wolf behind me. I turned around with tears pouring down as a large, warm, and wet tongue glided across my face. I stopped crying and calmed down as I smelled something. As a fox anthro I didn't really have that good a smell from living in the city, but I knew this smell easy, it was a female wolf. I tried to open my eyes from my still small sobs as she licked me and nuzzled me. I felt happy, like she was a mother to me. Soon I stopped crying and she stopped her routine. When I was about to lay back down she pulled onto my scruff which made me gasp from pain. I looked back and she began to lay down, looking directly at me. I took the hint and crawled on my paws to her. When I got to her, she rolled onto her side and fell asleep, and though I didn't know for sure if that's what she wanted me to do, I layed down onto her lightly and fell asleep with her. Waking up to the female wolf's movement, I sat up and eyed the alpha again. He was strong and firm, but even if he looked to be dark and mysterious, my eyes trailed down to his paws where he was surrounded by three little wolf pups. They were so adorable I went to reach to pet one but had my paw nearly snapped off by the alpha. I pulled back quickly and saw I wasn't allowed to touch them by the look in his eyes. I pulled back as the alpha went to lay down, the pups soon following him. When he got onto his side I couldn't help but giggle as they began to jump all over him, barking and yipping playfully. I watched their antics for a while until one of them started to actually suck on his ear. It looked adorable and soon all the pups were doing it. The alpha barked in protest until they all moved away from his ears. Soon I thought the game was over, until I saw one pup nuzzling the alpha's hind leg. Expecting him to shoo the pup away, I continued to watch. Instead, the alpha lifted up his leg and let the pup venture forth. My mouth literally dropped open as the pup latched himself right onto the alpha's testicles. At first I thought it was going to bite him, but I heard this loud, wet, sloppy noise and I realized what was going on. The pup was actually sucking on his father's balls, and by the large smile across the alpha's muzzle, I knew he wasn't going to protest. The other pups watched with their tails wagging. Soon the alpha nuzzled the pups to the other suckling one. I couldn't beleive my eyes, two pups were busy sucking and slurping away at the alpha's testicles, while the third went right for the goods. It burried it's muzzle right over it's father's sheath and I heard this loud, audible sucking, like the pup was nursing off of him. I didn't think it was true, I didn't want to think it was, but the alpha of this pack was actually letting his own children suck him off! I stared in awe and couldn't help but move closer to get a better view. The third pup was really working over the alpha's meat, sucking and slurping until I saw his cock begin to swell up, knot and all, while turning a deep crimson color. As the pups worked faster and faster I was amazed on how the alpha just sat there and enjoyed it, occasionally giving off a small purr if you'll call it of pleasure. When the alpha's hips were starting to buck underneath the small pup, he shooed them all away and looked at me. I understood immidiettly what he meant by that look in his eyes. I crawled on my hands and knees over to the alpha's legs, knowing I'd be finishing up the third pup's job. I stared at his sheath, his red hot poker sticking from the slit. I gulped and literally had to force myself onto him. I sucked heavily, my tongue flicking over his cock, tasting the sweet juices that flowed into my muzzle of his natural flavoring. I couldn't help but moan as I began to hear that purring noise from the alpha again, only louder and louder. Before I could object to what I was doing, I felt his hips jerk forward and a splash of warmth in my muzzle. All instincts told me to pull away but I ignored them and continued to suckle on him. I drank down his tart and sweet alpha cream down my throat until I couldn't handle it anymore, I pulled away. A few other jet streams of his cum splashed across my face and muzzle before I backed away. The alpha in the meantime leaned his head down to finish up the job before he trotted away. This was amazing, this pack, these wolves, this alpha! What was going on? This has to be some sort of dream, I have to be dreaming. I pinched myself, OW, ok, maybe I'm not. The alpha marked me so I'd be able to be in the pack, only later to find out that the mark was actually to proclaim me as his own, and he even let me help suck him off. I was part of this pack, and even though I knew I was going to be the bitch in it, I was praying every moment I had that no one would come looking for me. |
literotica | Title: Before the Fall
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Robert stood looking out the window, carefully pondering his decision. The explosion had happened a few minutes earlier and a few floors down. Apparently a plane had crashed into the tower. A fluke accident, he had thought. Then the second plane hit the other tower.
Word had spread quickly that his floor was cut off from the ground floor. The elevators had stopped running and stairwells were destroyed. So, people began to jump.
As he looked out the window, more and more people began to fall past him.
"Fuck it, then," he said as he stepped off the ledge. His eyes closed and he drifted back to one of his fondest memories.
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It was Christmas, and he and his girlfriend were curled up in his living room enjoying some brandy before the fire. "I love you, Jill," he said. "You know that, right?"
"Of course, Bobby," she replied with a kiss. "I love you, too."
"Then prove it."
"How can I do that?"
He had planned for this moment. He pulled out the Harry Winston ring he had bought the previous day. "Will you marry me?"
She gasped when she saw the ring. "Oh, Bobby! I don't know what to say!"
"How 'bout 'yes'?"
"Ok, then, yes. I will marry you." That answer was followed up with a night of passionate love-making.
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He opened his eyes quickly and saw that the ground was coming up fast. My God, he thought, what have I done? He closed his eyes again, hoping he wouldn't feel anything.
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He paced the waiting room anxiously. He had tried reading, but gave up after reading the same line six times. It had been seventeen hours and thirteen minutes since Jill had gone in, and he hadn't been able to calm down for a minute of it. Countless cups of coffee were the only way he could cope with the stress. Normally the father would be inside while it happened, but Robert felt as if he'd only get in the way.
A door slammed open and he immediately snapped his head around to see a doctor striding in.
"Well? How is she?" he asked.
"Relax, Mr. Jacobs," Dr. Hartley replied. "She gave birth to a beautiful baby boy. Your wife is in room 6103 with him."
The elevator couldn't have gone slower as Robert ascended to Level Six. It gave a cheerful "Ping!" as the doors opened. He rushed down the hall to his wifes room and burst through the door a little too quickly--the nurse on the other side was nearly knocked over.
His expression immediately softened when he saw his wife cradling their newborn son. "Hey, honey," he said. "How are you feeling?"
"How would you feel if a person just crawled out of your ass?" she said with a smile. "What should we name him?"
He walked over and took the baby in his arms and looked at him. "Marcus. For my father. Marcus Daniel Jacobs."
"Little Mark," Jill said.
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He opened his eyes again and saw that he had a few seconds to go before he hit. "What does one say at a moment like this?" he asked himself.
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It took about two seconds. Robert shook himself from his thoughts and stepped back from the ledge. "Fuck it, then," he said as he walked toward the stairwell.
If there was a Hell on Earth, Robert had found it. People were screaming, there was fire everywhere. But the stairs were there. He ran as fast as he could down four flights before he found the gap. He looked down to judge the distance--about fifteen feet. He had done a stint in the 82nd Airborne before college, so he knew how to handle this. He could hear a jumpmaster screaming in his ear. "GO! GO! GO!" as he leapt off the stair. He hit the ground and let himself crumble like a sack of potatoes.
Then he ran. Flight after flight of stairs passed. When he knew he was about to hit the ground floor, he felt the vibration. Whatever it was, it sure as hell couldn't be good.
Adrenaline does funny things to the human body. Robert ran faster than he ever thought he could. He slammed through one of the front doors and ran until his legs gave out. He looked behind him and saw the second tower collapsing. He pulled out his cell phone and dialed home.
"Hello?" his wife was almost hysterical.
"Hey, Jill." |
literotica | Title: Meet Your Master Ch. 05
Tags: pregnancy, black, white, interracial, temptation, oral sex, slave, master, slavery
Jacob barely spoke to Raven for weeks. There no longer were signs of affection from him during the daytime. Raven missed his kisses across her neck while she cooked, and the warm hugs he would give her before leaving for work. Their conversations no longer were light heartened and intimate. Jake usually only asked her questions regarding the pregnancy, such as how far along she thought she was or how she was feeling. When he left her to go to work, he would instruct her only to do simple chores such as mending his clothes or putting together a meal. Once when he arrived home he found her weeding the garden and shouted at her that it was too hot outside and told her that in her condition she should be sitting indoors. He still had Raven sleep in his room at night, but did not have sex with her. Instead, he would hold her close to him. He held onto her like he thought she might run away at any moment.
On one occasion, Raven was aroused from sleep when she felt Jacob rubbing his hand from her upper thigh to her side, directly under her breast. He lay facing her and nuzzled her face with his nose, taking in her scent. Raven lay as still as possible, trying to pretend she was still asleep. Jacob's mouth moved to her ear and he whispered in it with a husky voice, "Baby, I know you're awake. I've been laying here all night thinking about you." He gently began to kiss behind her lobe and down her neck. Between kisses he asked her, "Have you been thinking about me? Do you touch your pretty pussy when you do? Damn, Raven... Do you know what you do to me?" Raven didn't answer but lay back, taking in deep breaths. Jacob took her chin in his hand, bringing her mouth towards his own and began to kiss her deeply, thrusting his tongue in, letting it swirl around hers. He then gently weighed her breasts, and then moved his hands further down to rub her stomach. Raven knew it was too early, but thought that he must be feeling it, expecting a kick at any moment from within. His mouth then eased away from hers and he turned her away from him, then wrapped am arm around her waist. "Go back to sleep, Raven," he said in a regretful tone. "You need your rest." Jacob settled his head against the pillow and didn't say another word. However, Raven could feel his hardness against her backside and knew he wouldn't fall asleep anytime soon.
About a month later after breakfast, Jacob announced to Raven that they would be taking a trip. When Raven asked where they were going, he simply ignored the question and told her to pack everything she owned.
For many days, Jacob and Raven traveled in a wagon led by four of Jacob's horses. They stopped at several locations to sleep for the night. Late one afternoon they stopped in a clearing in the woods to set up camp. As usual, Jacob did not try to make a conversation with her and instead went to work setting out the bedrolls and making a fire to start dinner with. Disgusted with him for constantly ignoring her, Raven set out for a walk, knowing he wouldn't miss her. Walking through the woods, Raven soon heard moving water. Further along, she came to an opening where there was a small waterfall spilling into a shallow, crisp blue pond. Raven had gone days only being able to wash up in a metal basin they had been carrying with them, and it was driving her crazy. She debated with herself whether or not she should take advantage of the water. Finally she decided to do so and quickly stripped of her clothes and let down her hair.
Naked as the day she was born, Raven hesitantly tiptoed towards the water. Testing it with her foot, she was surprised to find it pleasantly warm. Going further in, she discovered the water only came an inch below her belly button. She relaxed, kneeling down and letting her head dunk underneath the surface. She then swam around for a while until it occurred to her that the water coming down from the fall might be quite refreshing. She walked towards it, finding the water became even shallower the closer she got to it. Finally, she stood underneath the fall, the water in the pool only coming up to her knees. She threw her head back, allowing the water to pour down her dark body. Her stomach was becoming more rounded from the baby and it was quiet an adjustment for her to get used to the added weight. However, the sensations of the sun and water rushing upon her were incredible and completely relaxed her. Suddenly, Raven felt her nipples getting harder. She sensed there was a pair of eyes watching her. She quickly glanced towards the edge of the pool to see Jacob beside her pile of clothes. He was standing still, staring at her nakedness, his eye moving from the bottom to the top of her body. Jacob's eyes finally moved upward to come into contact with Raven's.
Ashamed that she had caught him in the act of staring at her, Jacob quickly tried to cover himself up. He cleared his throat and angrily called out to her, "I've been walking all around these woods trying to find you! Put your damn clothes on and meet me back at camp. Dinner's ready." He turned around and trudged back towards the wagon, swearing under his breath. Walking all over the woods trying to find her? Yeah, right. As soon as he saw her walking away he silently followed her to see where she might go. He wanted Raven to have time to herself, yet he did not dare leave her alone. Who knew if there were animals or worse, other men, lurking in these woods? Also she could suddenly fall down and need his help. She was carrying his baby and he had to keep an eye on her to protect them both. When he saw her walk to the pool, he immediately knew she would decide to take a bath. He had been standing behind a bush, watching her, feeling his cock grow bigger by the minute. He was almost hypnotized by her body, and seeing the obvious, that she was pregnant with his child pushed him over the edge. Before he knew it, he was standing at the shore and she had caught him in the act. Why did he act angry with her? He should have smiled at her instead, and told her how sexy she looked. Then he could have taken his clothes off as well and joined her underneath the falls. He would open-mouth kiss her, bend down to lick her wet pussy, and then lift her up, allowing her legs to lock around his waist so they could both leisurely fuck for the rest of the night. He knew it was too late for that though. He could see the hurt look in her eyes when he turned to walk away.
It seemed to be forever before Jacob heard Raven exiting the woods and entering the clearing where he sat. She avoided looking at him as he sat in front of a small fire where the food had been cooked. Without stopping she walked past him and went directly to one of the bedrolls that was lying out on the ground. She then slipped in to it and closed her eyes with a grim look on her face.
"Raven, what are you doing?" Jacob asked. He watched her but she did not answer his question. "Raven…Raven!" He stood up and marched over to where she lay. "What are you doing?"
"I am trying to sleep," she answered through grit teeth, her eyes still closed.
"It's not even dark yet. Besides that, you haven't even eaten since lunch, and as it is, you only had an apple which I wouldn't say is enough to get you through the rest of the day."
"I'm not hungry."
"Raven, stop being so difficult. Now get up and come over to the fire with me so we can get some food into you. You need to eat while you're in this condition."
Raven snapped her eyes open, sat up and glared at Jacob. "Really, like you care! You always refer to it as a 'condition'. You've been angry with me ever since I told you I was pregnant. If I lost this baby you could care less. You can't even bear to think of it as *our* child!" Tears filled her eyes as she continued. "I saw the way you looked at me when I was out in the water. You were disgusted. I've become so undesirable to you since I'm carrying this baby whom you could never love." With tears gushing out faster, in embarrassment she hid her face in her hands.
Shocked by her outburst, Jacob's jaw had dropped open. He couldn't believe she actually thought those things. Immediately his arms wrapped around her. "Honey…baby…don't think those things." He began stroking her hair as he continued to speak. "I'm not mad at you for getting pregnant. I'm angry with myself. You're this perfect woman who deserves much more than what I've given you. I don't want you to lose this baby. I want both you and the baby to be happy and healthy. And sweetheart...as for you being undesirable, that is not true."
Raven noticed his voice change become huskier. His hand moved down from her head to stroke her shoulder and arm. "When I was watching you out in the water, I was thinking how you had become even more beautiful since I had last seen you naked. I wanted to rush out there and grab you, but instead I just acted stupid and decided to pretend I was angry with you." His hand moved further down to her thighs. Jacob clutched at her dress, and slowly dragged it upward to that it came to her waist. "I was actually angry with myself. I was so turned on seeing you pregnant and knowing that I had done that to you. You'd think that would have stopped me and had me learn my lesson, but I wanted to take you again." Raven shivered, feeling a breeze across her bare legs. Jacob's fingers crept to the top of her drawers and slipped underneath. Raven could feel her face get warm. She was embarrassed because she knew she was already getting wet. Jacob's fingers swiftly moved downward to begin stroking her clit. "Let me apologize," he said as he continued his masterful strokes. "Let me give you everything tonight but take nothing. I want to lick this lovely pussy till you scream. Then we'll both sit by the fire to have dinner and go to bed. Understood?" Hypnotized by his words, Raven nodded her head. Moments later her head was thrown back in ecstasy, her screams of desire echoing throughout the woods.
As promised, Jacob ate her pussy that night without attempting to have sex with her. He licked it in small circles, sucked the bud, and lapped at the juices, taking his sweet time.
"Oh Raven, you don't even know," he groaned while licking her slit. "This black pussy...it's, it's...it's amazing. You're always wet for your man and I love that about you."
Raven watched as two of his thick fingers easily entered her pussy. She shook at the feeling of his tongue and fingers touching her simutaneously. He tapped her g-spot giving her no mercy. Sitting up and watching his white fingers enter this black woman's pussy lips was an erotic site that was more than he could handle. Creamy thick white cum escaped Raven's pink center past Jacob's fingers. She spread her legs wide but at the same time begged him to stop, telling him she couldn't handle anymore. "Baby, don't lie," Jacob said with a smile. "You know you're my little slut who loves to have her pussy licked. Don't you, baby?"
Raven groaned, trying to spread her legs even further apart.
"Raven, I asked you a question. My woman needs to answer me when I speak to her. Do you like to have your black pussy licked?"
"Yes! Yes, I love to have my pussy licked."
"Who owns this pussy?"
"You, Jacob. Only you."
"Damn right." Jacob continued between licks. "You are mine and will always be mine." He brought his other hand between her legs and leisurely lubed a finger with her cum. Slowly he traced it to her puckered ass, circling it like a bird of prey, and then attempted to slip it into her tight entrance.
"No!" Raven cried, trying to pull back.
"Baby, relax. You know I won't hurt you. Let me touch you and please your body." Jacob proceeded to let his finger enter her until it was up to his first knuckle. Then he leaned back down and began sucking on her clit, enjoying the cries of passion from the black woman thrashing on the ground before him. With two of Jacob's fingers deep in her cunt, another slowly moving within her ass and his tongue on her clit, Raven came hard. White cum spread across her pussy lips and onto her master's tongue. After her climax, Jacob was more than tempted to fuck, but kept his word. He held her in his arms for a few moments, kissing her on top of the head and then to the disappointment of them both, reluctantly walked towards the fire to prepare dinner.
After the day was over, things were back to how they had been and neither talked with the other beyond what was necessary. Days passed by and though Raven did not ask Jacob the destination, it soon occurred to her where they were going. He was taking her home.
She beamed when they entered her town and she saw all the familiar landmarks. Going past houses and shops she began to see people she recognized. They cried out when they saw her, running after the wagon. Jacob ignored them and kept the horses at a steady trot. Soon they pulled into the front yard of her sister's house. Raven jumped out from the wagon and ran towards the door. Her sister threw it open, her husband behind her. They hugged and screamed cries of joy. Raven still could not believe that Jacob had brought her home. Together, Jacob, Raven, her sister and her husband carried all of Raven's belongings into the house. When the last of Raven's things had been brought indoors, it suddenly hit her what else was happening. This would be the last time she saw Jacob. Raven excused herself from her family and walked with Jacob back outdoors.
Standing in front of the wagon, they looked at each other for several moments before speaking. "Thank you," Raven said in barely a whisper.
Jacob swallowed, looking down at the ground. "When I found out you were pregnant I wrote to your sister and we decided that it would be best for you to come back here. It's just not safe for you and the baby back home and I didn't want you staying by yourself up here." Jacob looked back up at her, taking her chin in his hands, "I want you to know this is really hard for me. You've really grown on me in more ways then you know."
Raven nodded. "I feel the same way."
Jacob pulled her to him, lifting her face so she was looking up at him. He lowered his head and gently gave her a kiss on the lips. Not prolonging it though, he quickly pulled away. "I'm sorry I had to do this," he said and walked back to the wagon, pulling himself up into the seat. Turning, he waved to her, and then was off, probably out of her life forever.
Raven watched the wagon until it disappeared, tears falling down her face. Wiping them away, she turned back towards the cabin forcing a smile. She would get over him; she was home now.
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Raven was in her eighth month of pregnancy. She tried to convince herself that everything in life was going fine. She was healthy, she had her family and friends, she had the opportunity to work at the school again (until she went on leave the month before to rest) and she had more freedom. Still, she could not shake the feeling of loneliness within her. Although she hated admitting it to herself, she missed Jacob immensely. She tried to tell herself that he was just a scheming white man who wanted a slave to do his work for him, and if he could get free sex on the side, even better. He had just thrown her away when she had become a burden to him. But then again, he could have sold her to another person or made her get rid of the baby. But instead, he had taken the time to travel hundreds of miles and bring her back home where he knew she would be safe. By now, he probably had another slave he was using to his liking or was married.
Raven was walking up the path to the library steps. She often came to the library, reading through books to find interesting names for a baby. Technically, blacks were not allowed in the building, but the librarian was friendly and allowed people of all colors to come in. As she walked up the steps, Raven turned around when she heard the whinny of a horse behind her. The animal was rather far away, but atop him appeared to be a man dressed as a sheriff. She had heard several rumors from people around the town the their former one, the kindly Sheriff Brown was retiring because he was getting too old and had too many health problems to continue the job. Raven turned back around, stepping through the doors, hoping the new one wouldn't give the blacks in the town more problems then they already had.
"Good morning Mrs. Drury," Raven said to the librarian behind the desk.
A bespectacled white woman with graying hair piled up as a bun on top of her head smiled back. "Getting more research for a name done are you? Best of luck to you. Looks like you're running out of time," she chuckled pointing towards her protruding stomach.
"Yes, I guess I am. See you in a bit." Raven continued into the next room, scanning her eyes over shelves for novels to browse through for a name. With five books in hand, Raven waddled towards a table to sit down to.
Five minutes later, Mrs. Drury came into the room, seeming upset. "Raven, the new sheriff is here. I'm sorry, but I think he saw you come in here and has decided to uphold the law of no blacks in the library. He says he would like to see you immediately. I apologize. You know I don't mind you being in here…but…well, both of us could get in more trouble then we would like."
Raven nodded her head, understanding the dilemma. She followed the librarian into the main room, and then froze upon seeing the sheriff. She clutched the stomach holding her child, emotions running over her.
"Jacob." |
FSE | Title: My Life as A Kindred Chapter 2 part 2 by Shaden and Shalendrea Kit'ranth
Tags: Angst, Character Development, M/M/F, Other/Herm, Rape, Rough, Short, Story Progression, Vampire
Chapter 2 part two.
By Lady Shandi
edited by Wolf 421
author notes: as always this is a fan fiction and based heavily on a roleplaying game created by White Wolf inc that wolf421 and I played for 5 years straight. We do not own any part of the company or copyrights, ect ect. With exception to a set of books they sell for rp'ing\*shrugs\*. And if you haven't read chapter 1 please do so. Or you will be a little lost because some of the words I use that at the time of the setting of the story had a different meaning than it does in modern day. Example: lover in ancient Rome meant best friend...and didn't have a the sexual connotation is does today.
The My life as a Kindred series is my intellectual property and may not be copied or used in anyway but for your reading enjoyment or pawing enjoyment whatever the case may be.
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\---They were now back at Amandus's mansion just outside of Rome. The days and weeks to follow had became a blur to Amandus as he healed. He was so totally in love with Servius and his wife he felt torn. On who to spend his time with, and doing what he could to heal. Thankfully she was the understanding sort, she understood his needs and he remembered how she had put it. ---
"Amandus...I love you and will always love you. You have me as your wife and always will, only I bare your children which is something he can not do. I hold that sacred. Besides you love both sexes Ami. You have me as your wife for all the senate, noble houses and the rest of world to see. Why not take him to be your loving husband? But obliviously you could not claim him as such openly, but what is one more family secret?" Tatiana reasoned wisely as she shrugged her shoulders inwardly hiding her attraction for Servius from her husband.
Amandus looked at her surprised for a few moments and then smiled at her.
"My sweet loving, forgiving, wise and generous Tati, I really don't know what to say. But you have relieved me of a burden that has bothered me for some time. Thank you." Amandus said affectionately as he held his wife and kissed her deeply with the full loving passion he felt for her.
A few moments later Tatiana pulled away. But Amandus grabbed her arms and continued his lusty advances. "Amandus I hardly think that for well enough to make love yet. However I'm not sure what medicine that Servius is giving you, but it's working. so I have no reason not to be grateful. He brought you back from almost dying. I can see you love him as much as you love me, and with the way he looks at you I can see he feels the same. I had always suspected that senator Servius was not really into females of any age.-" Began Tatiana
"What did you say?" Amandus interrupted, shocked.
"Well.. weren't you listening I said I had always suspected that Senator Servius-"
"When was he a senator?" Asked Amandus incredulously.
"Oh well he's always been one, he works at the night courts and doesn't come out during the day, some joke that he's a blood drinking monster but everyone knows that he always drinks too much and is usually sleeping it off during the day. He usually has a bad headache the next evening and repeats the process all over again....I swear the only reason the people keep him around is unlike most of the senate he doesn't take a week or more to make a decision he calls them within a night or two and usually is right and fair in my opinion. But you wouldn't know all this as you were spending your evenings when you were younger rutting with your brother or various wenches, maids and your cousin. If you weren't doing that it was games of chance, or drinking. You were doing anything a normal man your age would have been doing at night, why would you care what happened at the night courts?" Tatiana asked seriously.
Amandus's right eyebrow shot strait up so fast in a look of intrigue that it was comical.
Tatiana could barely contain her giggles but Amandus ignored her for the moment and thought about what she had said.
"You're right of course, and now that he is my closest of lovers I really don't care. Actually it's the opposite It's good to know I will have lovers on my side in the senate house." Replied Amandus honestly.
"It is at that. Now how about you go get washed up and get ready. I received a letter via slave of Servius announcing his wish to call on us and have dinner with him.
Amandus groaned at his wife and just grabbed her. As she yelled in surprise, Amandus rolled on top of her in their shared bed then impaled her on his erect shaft, all in one smooth move. Amandus grunted with each thrust into his wife's hot cunt.
"AMANDUS! Stop what are you doing! You're scaring me! I told you no, oh god! Stop please!" Tatiana yelled as Amandus began thrusting into her harder and deeper just like he knew she loved it. Amandus seemed to ignore her at first but after a good 15 minutes of hard thrusting he finally spoke.
"I'm- sorry- oh yeah by the gods your tight! I need you Tati, It's been too long! You are my wife, and I will sate my hunger for you by filling you with all the seed I can give you! Too long, it's been too long, I'm gonna cum, forgive meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"begged Amandus grunting and groaning with each word he spoke as Tati slowly started to become wet inside despite her objections. Her fighting became weakened and finally just fell into the ecstasy of their rough lovemaking as her orgasm began just as Amandus began talking about putting as much of his seed into her as he could. She could feel his knot and knew they were tied as he cummed hard inside her.
But for once Amandus didn't stop, he kept going banging his knot inside her expanding her tender flesh and the look of ultimate sexual ecstasy and fulfillment was on Amandus's face as Tatiana clamped down on Amandus's cock hard. Making him scream loudly as he shoot his largest load ever directly into Tatiana's womb not even realizing he had passed that barrier. It wasn't long before that knowledge had Amandus twitching in Climax his body on overdrive his mind numb to anything but the sweet hedonistic feel of his wife's hot, juicy, very tight 19 year old cunny. Over and over he heard Tatiana cry out in pleasure, her earlier objections temporarily forgotten. The loving after glow set in as Amandus passed out on top of Tatiana. And with some difficulty she was able to roll them both to a better position with her on top with the need for sleep taking her not long after.
A few hours later after sunset.
Amandus wakes up to feeling someone crawling into bed with him. He feels his wife now gone, he quickly assumes she must have woken up before him as was her habit. He could feel the blessed blade of a fighting knife just under his pillow and before he could grab the blade, it was snatched from him. His mouth covered and he felt fangs sink into his neck. The familiar feel of the Kiss make him stop fighting and he shudders with pleasure. A ice cold horse sized cock was being worked carefully into his asshole. He was being raped to top it off he didn't know by who. But for some reason this was turning him on. With every brutal thrust they came closer and closer to climax. But at feeling an obvious kindred feeding from him Amandus came hard as the Kiss overwhelmed his senses. Not long after Amandus came awake and giggled when he looked behind himself.
"How do you do that? Sneak in past all our guards, it's unnerving." Amandus said sounding amused.
"I apologize my dear, it's just a natural ability I've had all my life...as the saying goes." the stranger Said.
" Ooh Servius you just want me to yourself for a little while. Admit it!" Said Amandus chuckling.
Servius laughed as he nodded his head and shrugged his shoulders.
"What can I say, I enjoy your company. But without further stalling, I have sent Tati away to the market for a special order in the kindred part of town. It will take her several hours and no doubt she will be rather irate with me when she returns. But she wears a pendant that bears my mark of protection so she will come back safely. But for now on to my task. Not a word from you my childe." Informed Servius flatly.
It was then that Servius sunk his fangs into Amandus's neck again and Amandus could feel his life slipping away and into the hungry maw of the Kindred feeding on him. It occurred to late for him to start fighting and his death was a peaceful one he even for a moment thought he was in the elysian fields. Then he felt something shoved into his mouth, and a coppery, iron taste filled his mouth that his mind registered was blood. Time had no value and his perceptions were becoming confused...
"Drink Amandus, damn it DRINK!" Ordered Servius concerned and suddenly scared.
Out of reflex Amandus swallowed the blood. And from there the horror began. Swallow after swallow, the pain of the transformation from mortal to Kindred began.
Amandus felt the death of his body and felt his soul being yanked from the entrance to the elysian fields. Amandus continued to drink but then the source of the blood was yanked away, and the agony became to much.
Amandus later woke to the feeling of being washed, and a sureal feeling of floating in warm water. But yet he was cold so so cold. It was then he realized that he wasn't breathing and panicked.
"Easy Amandus, you're Kindred now. Remember Kindred don't breath. Calm down..." Servius spoke soothingly.
"I'm dead? You killed me...why?"Asked Amandus confused and horrified.
"I told you that I would Embrace you did I not? And that it would be at a time of my own choosing?" replied Servius kindly and indulgently.
Amandus got a look of comprehension and remembrance and only nodded.
"But why now? I had wanted to stay with my family raise my son! WHY? WHY now!" Amandus demanded as he crumpled to the floor crying.
Servius looked away guiltily as he began to speak.
"Kindred politics. I ask your forgiveness Amandus, I have more bad news. Aengellus and your cousin have gone missing. I have a feeling what happened to your cousin but I can't be certain. Despite my best efforts to find him Aengellus has been stolen from the one who's mark he bares. And now after 3 weeks, it will be impossible to find them. Especially if Adonis has taken Marcius into his fold. If that is what happened I can suspect that you will see him again someday, take comfort in that. But that's sadly not the worst of it... the scene where Aengellus was taken, he fought back, and it looks like he lost a lot of blood. It was a Gangrel named Miran that took him. And if she didn't embrace him I regret to say... your twin has died. As a result of this all the others that had a interest in your family after that incident fast forwarded their time tables myself included. I mourn your loss, I'm sorry. I needed to embrace you before someone else built up the courage to try and steal you from me. In a sense to protect you and your wife and son as well as my own interests in you. I love you Amandus. I will do anything to keep you safe, happy, and mine. If that means pushing the Masquerade to near exposure because of your love of your wife and son, then so be it, but I warn you, unless you want them to be your first victims of your thirst you would do well to send them away. Not permanently mind you, just visiting relatives for a time. It's not like Tatiana has seen her parents, aunts or uncles since you were married, I thinks it's over due." said Servius possessively but reasonably with a loving smile.
"3 WEEKS!!-" Amandus began but was cut off by Servius
"Amandus yelling and complaining will not help matters any but to bring the unwanted ears of your servants! Now calm yourself. The others that had designs on your family have failed. Your my childe now and nothing can change that." Servius said a concerned tone in his voice.
"Then if what you think has happened, what is your next move?" Amandus asked still obviously upset but his voice was level and controlled.
"Well, that depends on you, Amandus. You are of course righteously upset. I will tell you as I already know you will ask. The last anyone of your family had seen of Aengellus was when he had visited you last, and this presents a problem not easily solved unless one of the slaves that saw him arrive, saw him leave in perfect health.-" Servius began worriedly, but was interrupted by Amandus.
"What in the name of Hades are you talking about! Are you saying that they are going to think I killed him? Please! I could no more kill my own twin then I could kill you bare handed! and my Family knows I would never kill my own brother...so does the senate." Amandus said confidently.
"Be that as it may," conceded Servius before continuing. "But not every senator will agree...you do have enemies Ami...You know this as well as I do. They will do anything to get you repudiated by the emperor, And the senate I might add. They must first destroy your good name before they can get anywhere near you to cause you harm. Someone among the kindred, but I can deal with them. Don't worry about that...I plan to call a world wide blood hunt on Miran tonight in my court. I also plan to present you as my Childe as such are under my protection and my Domain." Servius informed Amandus matter-of-factly.
" Domain Sire, you only briefly explained the Kindred Traditions...please tell me again?" requested Amandus curiously.
"Amandus you know I dislike repeating myself so pay attention this time. The first covenant or Tradition as you called them is the Covenant." Servius got a far away look as if remembering something before continuing. "I quote the Father of us all, Caine, in this so pay attention.'Thy blood makes thee my brood,crafted in my image. My Curse is thine, My salvation thine. I stand before you and above thee as god-regent. I am the way, my Traditions covenant. Renounce me and renounce all hope' thus spoke Caine of the first covenant. The second is Domain of which Caine said 'As I am master of Nod, thy domain is thine own concern. Thou art it's master, and all will respect this or suffer thy wrath. All will present themselves when entering, and thou shall protect them in turn. By right thou art allowed to hunt within the bounds of thy domain, it's blood thine own. Accept its responsibilities, minister thy domain and pay others the same respect thou expect.' the third is Progeny. To this Caine said " Thou shalt only sire another with the permission and blessings of thine elder. To create is the providence of those closest to me, for they shall be accountable. Break this and both thee and thy progeny shall be slain.' Now as I am the Prince of the Kindred courts here in Rome I can embrace freely, all of Rome is my domain. And I am considered the eldest of Rome. I am Caine's childer. I would love to say that I met my final death them my childer rose up against me but this was not the truth of it. I am Servius Ventrue and I am the last known second generation left and the progenitor of Clan Ventrue. That makes you a third, or antediluvian, I have made you strong Ami but there are those that would try to take your power the power in your blood. My court doesn't know that I am what I am because I mask my generational thrum to that of a fourth gen. And you will mask yours to a fifth gen for your own safety." Spoke Servius but held his hand up forestalling Amandus's questions.
"Wait until I am finished. And yes Caine does speak like that, well currently any way...back to the lesson shall we?" Asked Servius, to which Amandus nodded and gestured for him to continue.
"The next tradition is Accounting for which Caine commanded 'Those Thou create are thine own blood until released from thy charge. Until that moment their sins their blood and their punishment are thine.' Do you understand the full repercussions of this covenant Ami?" Asked Servius and Amandus nodded mutely.
"Good then I won't have to worry about you messing up and getting us both delivered to our final deaths. Follow the Covenants and you have nothing to worry about. Now for the fifth Tradition, that is the tradition of Destruction. 'Forbidden art thou to spill the blood of another of thy kind who is elder. This right belongs to the closest to me and none other. It is forbidden for those weaker blood to rise against their elders. This is my final covenant.' Thus spoke Caine. And the last law that Caine ordered is the sixth, the silence of blood. To Caine said ' Never shalt thou reveal thy true nature to those not of the blood. Doing so shall renounce thy claims to my covenant. Now understand I know you want to tell Tati what has happened but you can't. She will most likely think you have lost all sanity at best or a monster at worst. That is why I told you to send her away to her parents for a visit." Servius stated understandingly.
"Very well sire I look forward to the court" said Amandus agreeably.
All to soon they were at court and Amandus was presented as Servius's childer all was going well until..
(authors note: the \* around word is meant for telepathic communication)
**\*Servius get thee out of thine city! Take thine childer with you. Theuderic has somehow found his way to Rome and will be attacking in only an hour time! Rome will fall there is nothing thou can do without breaking my Covenant. Thou art 50,000 barbarians one hours ride from Rome. Hurry my childe there isn't much time! RUN! I hast taken into my protection thine childer's wife,son, his brother's wife and twin daughters. They art safely at Tatiana's parents home in Pompeii. Now go!\*** Commanded a voice Servius knew very well... it was the Mindvoice of Caine himself.
\*As you will Father\* Servius answered back mentally.
"Amandus pack light. Bring a cloak, all your money and several changes of clothes, horses for us both...we are leaving now. Follow me and question me not. We must leave quickly." Commanded Servius in a urgent whisper.
Amandus could only nod as he sped to collect the items he was told to get. He met back up with Servius at his villa on the south side of Rome. From there they rode hard and fast heading south for a league or so until Servius turned west with Amandus following. Neither of them spoke but Servius could tell that Amandus was worried.
"Ami you're worried for your family I take it?"
"Yes I am" said Amandus said concerned.
"There is no need to be...it was an unexpected turn of events but for the good....your wife, son, Viviana and her daughters were taken to Pompeii they are safely in the arms of your in-laws...so don't worry...I'm sorry Amandus she will have to think you died in defending Rome. If she sees you now...-" began Servius but was interrupted by Amandus.
" I know and I hate it, to protect them I must abandon them and yet it is a stain on my honor that I must do so. Why, why are we leaving Rome in such a rush that I could not say goodbye to what's left of my family?you have been in a rushing us since we left Rome. What's going on here? I'm not happy about this at all! Please Servius answer me!" questioned Amandus angrily.
Servius glared at Amandus angrily. "Did I not tell you not to question me! Now is not the time Amandus! We are not out of danger yet my childe. Now ride! I promise I will answer all your questions when we are at a safe distance from Rome. Amandus, please be patient. I understand your frustration with me. We must get safely to Gaul,we are going to the place of my birth northern Britannia. We'll be safe there." Chided Servius angrily but quickly calmed himself and smiled.
Amandus only nodded and continued to rise at Servius's side quietly. A few hours later they were at a safe enough distance for Servius to feel safe, yet could still see Rome in the distance and Theuderic's massive army sacking Rome. Upon sight of this Amandus fell to tears, as he cried at the loss of his home,family and his way of life. nothing now was left. Amandus and Servius watched as huge plumes of smoke rose from Rome along with the villas in the north and now the South what was Rome is now gone, stacked and razed.
"Who did this? How did you know! Why didn't we stay and fight. I don't understand, why?why all the secrecy what is it you intend to keep hidden from me until it was too late for me to do anything!" raged Amandus completely distraught.
"To protect you my childe, I had no other choice. There was nothing we could have done without breaking Caine's covenants. I was ordered by Caine to get you out of the city. Remember no one must know of the existence of Kindred. There was many times that I was tempted to break that covenant to save Rome, but it would mean that as soon as my sire caught up with me he would deliver me to my final death. You as well. He is not as forgiving as I am. Now let us leave this depressing ruin. Let us start a new life for ourselves in Britannia. You have much to learn, and I have much to teach you. We will have our revenge this I promise you, but not now. And it was Theuderic that did this." answered Servius as he sat astride his own horse crying his own tears, at the loss of Rome. |
FSE | Title: Mommy Starfire Gets Ready by seferin33
Tags: Family, Photograph
Mommy Starfire was getting Willy Skunk and Lea Lion ready for the family photo. She got Willy and Lea changed in their pink diapers. First she got Lea dressed in a yellow dress, white socks, and yellow baby shoes. Then she dressed Willy in a pink dress, white socks, and pink shoes. After that, Mommy Starfire put on a purple dress, white socks , and purple shoes.
Then before they left the house, they ate something. Mommy Starfire gave Willy and Lea both bottles of warm milk to drink while she ate a reuban sandwich. When they all got finished, Mommy Starfire, who was a small andrewsaurus, cleaned Willy and Lea's faces with a washrag. She picked Lea up and held Willy's paw and went outside to the tent, where the camera man took photos.
When they went inside the tent, Mommy Starfire held Lea in her lap and Willy stood next to her. When the camera man was ready, he told them to say cheese and smile. When they smiled, the camera went off and it took the picture. The photo was given to Mommy Starfire. She put the photo in a bag, bringing Lea and Willy inside the house.
Mommy Starfire was impressed of the photo. She hung it over the mantle above the fire place. Then Mommy Starfire, Willy, and Lea sat down and watched cartoons together.
The End. |
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Discretion Required
They met in a chat room on the internet (Manhattan-thirty-something). Nothing unusual there. They were both married with children. Still not unusual. Before starting the conversation, they checked each other's profiles. If the profiles were truthful, they were about the same age, 36 and 37, and had similar physical descriptions. Both profiles said "discretion required," so they knew immediately that they were both married men, or at the least, still in the closet.
They chatted for over an hour that first day, and they both concluded that they were kindred souls. Both had married for the same reasons. The stigma of being labeled homosexual was too much to bear, and both found out that they could function with a woman as long as they imagined that they were with a man. They both had two teen aged kids. Daniel had two boys and Jordan had a boy and a girl. Even their kids were the same ages.
They weren't ready to meet after one digital messaging session, but their relationship continued to progress. Whenever they could, they messaged on line, texted and E-Mailed each other. After three months they grew bold and talked to each other on the phone on their lunch breaks. After another two months passed, they agreed to meet. Both their offices were in mid-town Manhattan, and they picked a bar convenient to both of them. They decided to meet on a Friday evening for TGIF drinks. Each figured that their wives would not be angry at them if they told them that they were having a TGIF drink with their co-workers, and might be a little late coming home that evening.
They were both nervous Nellies that Friday, and neither could concentrate on their work. Previously they had sent head shots to each other, and described their physical appearances. Not only that, but as their friendship grew, they both admitted that they were both cut, about four inches flaccid, and neither had ever measured themselves when erect. They were sure they would recognize each other, but for safety's sake, they decided to meet just inside the entrance to the bar. As a result they spotted each other immediately.
"Jordie?" Danny asked, extending his arm.
"Yes. Danny, I presume?"
The two men shook their hands with gusto, all the while smiling at each other. They were already in love, and immediately their meeting confirmed it. Each wanted to hug and kiss the other, and later they were sorry that they hadn't chosen to meet in a gay bar.
Once seated at the bar, they both ordered a beer. At first their conversation was haltingly slow and awkward, but as soon as their beer was served, they couldn't stop talking. They both admitted that their yearning for male sex was consuming them, but they were too scared to walk away from their marriages. Jordie even revealed that he avoided sex, and purposely hurt his wife (just a little) during sex, hoping that she would leave him.
Each of them would have liked the evening to have lasted forever, but at last, they had to break it up. Leaving the bar, they threw caution to the wind, and hugged each other. They agreed to have a TGIF drink every week, but next time they decided to meet in a gay bar that they were both familiar with.
"Next time," Danny said, "let's figure out how and when we can get together, and take it to the next step ... if you want to, that is."
"There's nothing I want more," Jordie said. He hugged Danny harder and thrust his package against Danny's, rubbing dangerously against his new friend. They both wanted desperately to kiss each other, but they held back.
When they met in the gay bar the following Friday evening, they did it all. When they greeted each other, they hugged, kissed, and grabbed each other's crotch. They were both walking on air.
Danny couldn't hold out. "I love you," he whispered in Jordie's ear.
"Same here," Jordie agreed.
While having their beers, they plotted to take Monday off and meet in a hotel in lower Manhattan. Each of them had plenty of sick days accumulated. When their plans were completed, they leaned in for a kiss and a feel. Before departing, they danced one dance together.
That weekend they completely ignored, (in fact, avoided) any interaction with their families. They isolated themselves, and texted in great pornographic detail just what they would do to each other, and for each other, when at last they were alone together.
Monday morning, as soon as they left their homes, they called in sick, and headed for the hotel. Jordie got there first and got them a room. He called Danny and told him to go immediately to room 208, and he would meet him there. Within thirty seconds of Danny's arrival, they were both naked and staring at each other in admiration.
"Let's shower together," Jordie suggested. "I want to rim your ass, suck your cock, and then fuck you."
"You get no argument from me," Danny said, "as long as I can do all those things to you also."
They both brought lube, but neither brought condoms. It was not a cause for concern for either of them. They made love to each other, in and out of the shower, until they were both exhausted. Never before had either of them ever experienced so passionate a love making session. The intensity of their orgasms actually shocked them. When they were finished, they wrapped up in each other's arms, and just kissed and fondled.
"I like this as much as the fucking," Danny said.
Jordie didn't answer, so Danny looked in his eyes and saw that Jordie had tears on his cheeks. Danny panicked, thinking that Jordie was regretful of all they had done.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," Jordie said, "but we can't keep taking days off. I want to be with you so much."
"Me too," Danny whispered. "Between today and next Friday, think of ways we can manage it. I'll do the same, and I just know we'll come up with a plan."
On Friday, after work, they arrived at the hotel at the same time. Jordie had paid for the room last time, so Danny paid this time. They rushed to get to their room, and they set a new record in undressing. They didn't bother to shower like the previous Monday, when they had all day. They only had a couple of hours, and they were too anxious to begin making love to waste time.
After the love making, as they were basking in the afterglow, Jordie said, "We'd better get dressed now and head on home."
"I'm in no hurry," Danny countered. "As far as I'm concerned, we could do this every night, and come home late every night. I just don't care anymore."
"I feel the same way, but what happened to discretion required?" Jordie asked.
"I don't care about discretion any longer. I love you so much it hurts to say goodbye to you after we have made love. I'm thinking of leaving my wife."
"Please don't do anything rash, Danny. I'm not ready to take such a drastic step. Let's discuss it next time we're together. The whole idea is mind boggling."
The next day Danny got a call from Jordie at his office. "I can't do what you are asking," he said. "I love you so much, but I can't shatter my family. I don't think we should see each other anymore." He hung up abruptly so that Danny could not reply.
Danny was devastated. He tried to call Jordie, but he would not return his calls. Jordie changed his E Mail address, and refrained from entering chat rooms. Danny was going crazy. He thought of outing Jordie to his wife, but he knew he could never be that cruel. He just had to accept their current situation. He rationalized that he and Jordie had made a foolish decision when they married. They had made their marital beds, and now they had to lie in them.
Living life in the mainstream may have been all right for Jordie, but Danny could no longer live that way. He hated to come home to the wife and (nearly grown) kiddies every evening. He longed to be with men, and make love to them, and if not love, have sex with them. Every day, the urge to leave his marriage grew stronger. He avoided sex with his wife, and told her he couldn't get it up any longer. She urged him to see a urologist.
The day he drove his younger son to college, he made a mind blowing decision on his drive home. That evening as he and his wife were stacking the dinner plates in the dishwasher, he said, very softly and calmly, "Honey, I'm gay, and I can't live this way anymore. I want to divorce you, and move out as soon as possible. You don't have to worry. I swear; I'll give you everything I possibly can, and see to the boys' educations."
He left his wife staring blankly at him, unable to speak. He packed two suitcases, put them in his car, and drove to the nearest YMCA.
**********
Danny was a little older than the average resident at the Y, but he was handsome and virile. He had worked out a lot at a gym near his apartment, and he possessed a taut, muscular body. The first time he went to shower, he was hit on immediately by a cute twenty something kid. They went to Danny's room, and the young man came so fast, and got out so quickly, that Danny didn't think he would recognize him again. He began to cry for Jordie. He also knew that he had to find a place of his own and soon.
Danny went through a long period of adjustment, but in time, he did adjust to his new life. He found a nearly affordable one bedroom apartment in a fairly nice neighborhood in downtown Manhattan. He fixed the place up so that it was attractive and homey at the same time. He began to visit gay bars in The Village. He quickly discovered which ones catered to more mature men, and he zeroed in on one where the atmosphere was particularly sociable. In fact, he began to make friends there, and even acquired a few fuck buddies, but nobody special.
On the very day when his divorce became final, he went to his favorite bar to celebrate with his friends. It was there that he met Bram (Abraham) Morelli. One of Danny's friends introduced him to Bram. It seems that he was an old school chum, who had recently been transferred to New York. Bram was about Danny's age, height and weight. They couldn't know it yet, but their cocks were the same size, but Bram was not cut, and Danny was.
Bram admitted to Danny that he was a little overwhelmed by the sheer number of people on the streets of New York. Without realizing it, Danny immediately took Bram under his wing. After all, he had lived in New York all his life. Who better was there to orient a lost soul?
"Have breakfast with me on Saturday," Danny said, "and then I'll give you a tour of the more interesting things New York has to offer."
"That's very nice of you, but I need to start looking for an apartment. I'm at the Y now, but I want to set down roots as soon as possible."
"There you go," Danny said. "After breakfast, I can help you look, and keep you out of questionable neighborhoods."
Bram's smile lit up the room. "That's really so generous of you," he said.
Danny gave Bram his address and asked him to come by at 9 AM on Saturday.
"With bells on," Bram said.
Bram knocked on Danny's door at about 8:55 AM. Danny liked Bram, and felt that it was a good sign that he was early. When Bram entered the apartment, he immediately smelled the aroma of bacon cooking.
"I decided to make us breakfast at home," Danny explained. "How do you like your eggs?"
"Sunnyside; how do you like yours?"
"Over-light. Do you want your bagel toasted?"
"No."
"Neither do I."
An unexplainable look passed between them, and they fell into each other's arms. They kissed for too long, and finally Danny said, "It's too soon to say that I love you, but I have serious hots for you. Why don't you leave the Y, and stay with me ... until you find a place of your own ... or stay here forever?"
They resumed kissing until Danny took the bacon off the flame, and they rushed into Danny's bedroom. They made love all morning, and Danny thought that he hadn't had such intense feelings since he made love with Jordie. In fact, he thought this might be better.
**********
A year later, he and Bram were sharing a large, two bedroom apartment in a better neighborhood. Expenses were easier now with their joint incomes. That is not to say that Danny didn't think of Jordie often. Sometimes Jordie came to mind even while he was making love with Bram. When that happened, Danny wanted to kick himself in the ass, but he reckoned that there was not much he could do about it.
Then the inevitable happened. One Saturday evening Danny and Bram were having dinner in a trendy restaurant. They were joined by another gay couple, and each of them was enjoying the friendship of the others. At some point in the evening, Danny happened to look around, and he spotted Jordie with a woman at a table across the room. He assumed it was Jordie's wife.
He panicked, not knowing what to do. Should he ignore Jordie, or should he go over and greet him as an old friend. As he was deciding what he should do, Jordie got up, presumably to go to the men's room.
Danny excused himself, and followed Jordie into the room. When the two men were alone, Jordie attempted to kiss Danny, but Danny pulled away.
"I saw you and hoped that you would follow me in here," Jordie said.
"Is that your wife?" Danny asked. "She's very attractive."
"No," Jordie said, "She's my divorce attorney. My kids are out of the house, so I bit the bullet, and I'm leaving my wife. This is fate, us meeting here like this. I was going to call you about getting together."
For one nano-second Danny was elated, but he got his senses back, and said, not too kindly, "Sorry Jordie, you blew your chance. I'm in love with a great guy. We live together, and have been discussing marriage. I wish you the best, and hope that you'll find your love one day."
Jordie gave out a little sob. "You bet I blew it," he said.
Danny put his arm around Jordie's shoulder. "When you're free," he said, "it'll be perfectly all right to contact Bram and me. We both have loads of single friends we can introduce you to."
"That's awfully nice of you, considering," Jordie said contritely.
"I'll expect to hear from you then," Danny smiled. "And, oh yes, Jordie, I don't have to be discreet anymore. You are about to find out how liberating that can be."
Danny left the men's room, and returned to his table. Even though they were not in a gay restaurant, Danny wrapped his arms around Bram, and kissed him.
"I love you," he said. |
literotica | Title: French Lessons Ch. 02
Tags: father daughter sex, father daughter incest, oral sex, young woman, older man, cunnilingus
The following morning, Lucy awoke in her father's bed. She sat up, confused. She was naked and surrounded by books.... what had happened?
A single glance at the open publication beside her was enough to remind her.
Oh yes... Lucy blushed. That.
In the heat of the moment the night before, she'd considered doing those acts with Papa- Papa! How wrong! She felt shame well up inside of her. She truly was a wicked, wicked girl for having thoughts such as those, not to mention for what she did to her body.
You shouldn't play with yourself that way Lucy, she thought. It's so very sinful.
She resolved to go to confession as soon as she could get a chance. She'd ask Papa when he returned.
Wrapping herself in a blanket to guard against the chill, Lucy darted into her own bedroom and dressed for the day. She made her way downstairs, anxious to start breakfast, when she found that breakfast was already on the table.
"Papa! You're home!" she said, astonished.
"I am, dear Lucy," he said, opening his arms to her and drawing her in. Lucy jumped to him and greeted his embrace warmly- oh how she'd missed him! "How was your evening last night?"
Ha had a twinkle in his eye that made Lucy unnerved. He couldn't possibly have seen, could he?
"I missed you, Papa. It's so lonely here without you."
"It seems so," he said. Again, his eyes had a secret.
"What time did you get here?" she asked casually, helping herself to some breakfast.
"About midnight," he said. Lucy froze. "I wanted to go straight to bed, but I didn't want to disturb you."
Lucy could not look at him. He'd seen everything! He must be furious! How many times had he told her those books were sinful, dirty?
Her father got up from his place at the table and stood very close behind her. "If I'd known how you missed me, I promise I'd never have gone away."
"Papa-"
"Yes, my beautiful daughter," he said, drawing her in to another embrace. "I am. Now, I have to do some yard work, and I shan't have time to spend with you until dinner. Please, enjoy your day... but not too much."
He winked at her, and Lucy wanted to die from embarrassment. With that, he left the house.
"Did you enjoy your dinner, father?" Lucy asked that evening as she tidied up.
"Delicious my dear, thank you."
"Well," Lucy said, not knowing what more to say. She was very tongue tied around her father that night... every time she thought of something to say, she suddenly remembered what he must have seen and she blushed with shame and found herself up able to speak. "I should go to bed."
"That's fine, Lucy," her father said. "I'll come say goodnight in a few minutes. I've already lit the fire in your room."
"Thank you, father," she said, kissing him on the cheek and taking her leave. She ascended the stairs in the darkening, tiny house, until she reached her room. She found her matchbook and lit a candle, and was about to undress when she stopped. The images from those books did not leave her head all day, but what had seemed so real last night was now puzzling. Could those sinful, dirty things truly be real? What had aroused her so the night before now made her curious. Had she really read what she thought she did?
Lucy did not even let herself second guess what she was about to do. Instead, she took her candle and darted out of her bedroom and down the hall to her father's room. She stole inside and found the book that had captivated her the night before. She quickly nipped it off the shelf where she'd returned it that morning and ran back to her room.
She set it on her nightstand and undressed. Just as she was slipping her nightgown over her head, her father knocked on her door. He did not wait for her to answer, though- he came right inside.
Hastily pulling her nightgown down, Lucy stepped away from the door until the backs of her legs hit her bed. She sat down on it, nervous for some reason.
"Hello, father," she said, swallowing hard. Her heart was thundering. She so wanted him to leave so she could open that book and explore it some more... besides, she did not want him to find it sitting on her bedside table.
"Lucy," he said, nodding at her. He moved closer, sitting beside her on the bed. "Were you about to retire?"
"Yes," she said, and to prove it she drew her legs up onto the bed and reclined against the pillows. Her heart continued to beat insistently, and she could not help but think about the carnal words from the book sitting only a few feet away. Lucy was so inexperienced that any kind of hint at anything erotic would have aroused her, and she was suddenly introduced to something far more than a hint. Her arousal was undeniable, and the tenacious burning between her thighs was growing more distracting by the second.
Jack watched as his daughter lay back on her bed, the white lace pillows framing her face and her honey blonde hair fanning out around her, the candlelight making her skin golden. She was so beautiful... after what he'd seen the night before, her beauty was no longer a source of pride. Now it was a temptation... and an impossibly strong one at that. He felt his manhood stir, and felt an animalistic need to possess her take over him. Oh, how he loved his Lucy, but this was so much more than that. He wanted to bear her down, taste her, feel her, and make her a woman. He needed to thrust into her roughly, over and over, and feel her writhe underneath him, moaning and screaming. He needed to make her his own, forever, his daughter, his whore, his slave. He needed to break her.
But he loved her... he needed to make her enjoy this, or she would run. Oh, the agony of those two desires... to possess and ravish, or to treat her as a father should? Was there a way of doing both?
"My lovely daughter," he whispered, unable to contain himself. Before his very eyes, he watched as Lucy's skin grew flushed and tiny impressions of her nipples rose up underneath the thin cotton of her nightgown. His throat tightened, as did his pants. He lay down beside her, feeling the softness of her hair. When he lay down, his eyes fell on the book on her nightstand.
He gasped a little. She'd taken it.
She saw what he was looking at, and looked back at him, panicked.
"Don't be angry, father, I was just curious! I don't mean to be wicked, I cannot help it! I-"
"Hush," he said, drawing her to him in an embrace. This was his opening, his opportunity. He seized it with fervor. "You need not be ashamed."
"Father-"
"I said hush," he said roughly. "If you were curious, you should have just asked. I would be more than happy to explain anything to you."
She looked at him, confused. Jack pressed his advantage.
"Let me touch you," he said, gently. "I'll show you what a good father does for his daughter." While he spoke, he put one of his hands on her calf, running it up her leg underneath the flimsy nightdress.
"Papa, I don't know-"
"Yes, I am," he said. "I am your Papa, your father. You must answer to me... But I promise I'll make you feel good..." he ran his hand across her smooth, untouched thigh.
"We shouldn't-"
He pushed himself up on his arms, so he was raised above her. "Lucy. I want to do something for you, but I want you to do something for me." He leaned down and kissed the sweet skin of her neck, biting lightly until he reached her ear. He nibbled on her soft earlobe, and then whispered to her. "Let me touch you."
"Papa-"
"It would make me so happy," he pleaded desperately. "I'll make you happy, too."
"Will we be like the father and daughter in the book I read?" Lucy asked, her blue eyes curious and excited.
"Yes, just like them," he said with a smile. "Did you like those books?"
Lucy blushed furiously, nodding and not meeting his eyes.
"I'm glad, Lucy... that makes me very happy. Now," he said, raising her nightgown a bit. "Take this off please."
Lucy sat up and, after only a bit of hesitation, pulled her dress over her head. Jack gasped, and groaned. She was even more beautiful up close.
"Lucy... you are so beautiful. What a beautiful woman," he said, bringing himself close to her. He made her lie back down, and admired her flawless body. Lucy was the picture of youth and virginity. Her breasts were new, the skin smooth and unmarked, her pink nipples pert and hard. Her stomach was flat, her waste curving in deliciously. Her sex, clothed modestly with a dusting of trimmed hair, gleamed with desire.
"Mmm..." Jack said, running his hands over his daughter, his fingertips lightly brushing her shoulders, arms, stomach, before he reached her breasts. Lucy was breathing heavily, from both nervous anxiety and desire. Her skin was incredibly flushed, and her pulse was racing.
"I promise I will only touch you tonight," Jack said solemnly, looking into Lucy's eyes. "I only want to make you happy. But I don't think I can take more than one night without any satisfaction. Tonight will be about you. It makes me happy to teach you... but I expect reciprocation as soon as possible."
"Yes father," she said obediently. Jack smiled; she had no idea what she was agreeing to, virgin that she was.
"Good girl. You do you know to please a man, don't you?"
She blushed, happy that he was satisfied with her.
"Now..." he said, and resumed. His fingers brushed across her body, until they reached her small, girlish breasts. Her breath caught when he traced around her nipple, not quite touching her yet.
He could hardly believe what he was doing: sitting on Lucy's bed, practically molesting her. But he could not resist now. He was a man possessed. And who could blame him? He had a willing, teenaged virgin in his bed who was panting and wet. What man could resist?
Lucy felt her blood pulsing in her veins as her father began rubbing her nipples with his fingers. She jumped when he first touched them, and then let out an involuntary groan.
"Papa..." she said, closing her eyes. He always took such good care of her, and here he was again, taking care of her body. She felt his warmth, his strength, and his protective love as he looked over her body.
"You're mine, Lucy," he declared, growling in his throat.
"I am, Papa... I am yours," she said, and he descended on her breasts. "Oh!"
He began to suckle her, and she had to close her eyes. She pushed her breast up, so her father could get more of it in his mouth. Pressing back, Lucy did not care that she seemed like a loose girl from a common inn. She could only concentrate on how wonderful her father's teeth felt as he lightly chewed her.
"This is so much better than the books!" she gasped, breathless. "Why didn't we do this sooner?"
"I honestly do not know," Jack said. Once he'd made the leap that he could use his daughter in this fashion, he was amazed at how simple it was. He'd been alone in this isolated area with her for so long, no other women. It had been so long since he'd had a woman, and here was a beautiful, willing one. Why had he not seduced her earlier? Maybe he had to wait for her to open his eyes to her beauty.
Possessed by the realization that this was Lucy, his own beautiful daughter, Jack moved downwards. Lucy groaned in protest when he stopped suckling her.
"No! Father, please-"
"Hush Lucy," he commanded. "Be patient."
"Yes, Papa," she obeyed, but looked pained.
"Oh, Jesus," he said, when he parted her thighs. The musk of her sex overwhelmed him, and his manhood began to pulse painfully. It demanded to be thrust into her. She was flawless... a pink rose, a few drops of her wetness already running downwards onto the white bedspread. Her tiny virgin opening was dripping and begging for attention. Jack sat up, and Lucy saw the huge bulge in his pants.
"Father," she gasped, shocked. She had never seen it before.
He stared into her eyes for a long time, and that was when it truly hit him. They had passed into a new stage. Lucy was naked, still breathing heavy, dripping with arousal for her father. Meanwhile his cock was stiffer than he'd ever remembered it being, including how aroused he'd been the night before. The prone girl laying in front of him, flushed and wanton, was his baby. But that only made it better... the sinful act with this pure angel was so delicious.
"Say that again," he demanded.
"Father," she whispered. "Papa... please... I'm aching with desire. Do something, please!"
Her face became twisted with pain, and she opened her legs far towards him, drawing his hand toward her cunt. "Touch me, Papa," she begged. "I need you...!"
He put himself back into position, facing her cunt.
"Papa..." she whimpered, near tears.
"Sweetheart," he murmured, putting his hands on her thighs to keep them parted. "I'm going to taste you..."
With that, Jack put his mouth on his daughter's sex and slowly licked, drinking in her juices.
"Nn... eh!" Lucy grunted, jolting against his mouth. "Pa- oh my... Mmm... God!"
She was completely gone. She thrust herself against her father's mouth, and he had to put his hands hard against her thighs and hold them down as she thrust against his face, trying to get more stimulation. He had planned on using his fingers on her, but that was impossible as she thrashed against him so desperately.
Jack felt with his tongue until he found her hard, tiny bud.
"My girl..." he murmured against her and then began to suck on Lucy's clitoris.
"Ugh!" she yelled. "Papa! Father! Oh... that feels... please... don't stop...!"
Lucy wrapped her hands in her dear father's gray hair and drew him in closer. Her stomach almost ached from excitement as she thrust against him, her breasts flushed, tossing her head back and forth in desperation.
Once again Jack witnessed his daughter lose her identity and become reduced to a writhing, moaning nymph, but this time it was all due to him. If someone else was in the room, all they would be able to hear would be Lucy's moans and screams, and the soft wet noises of Jack's lips on his daughter's dripping sex.
"Lucy..."
"Oh, please father, please... Oh, thank you... I needed... Oh God... finish me... this is... everything..." her whole body began to shake and tense. "Father! Papa! Ahh!!! AH!"
Her scream of pleasure made the hairs on his neck stand on end, and he felt a gush of precum escape his manhood. He sucked her hard as she shook against him, until she collapsed, gasping for air.
"Lucy..." he said, rising up over her and wiping his mouth.
Her hair was tangled, her cheeks flushed, her eyes unfocused.
"Thank... you..." she panted, utterly spent.
"Goodnight, Lucy," Jack said, getting up and leaving, taking her nightdress with him.
He closed the door behind him and collapsed against it, ripping open his trousers and wrapping his hand around his cock, pumping at manic speed. It only took him a few seconds to cum, shooting his seed onto Lucy's virginal, lacy nightgown. Ropes of it landed on the cotton, soiling the girlish garment forever, marking it as his property.
After he'd cum, he sat down on the ground, exhausted. Tonight, he'd given Lucy enough pleasure to make her want him.
Tomorrow, he would make her his own. |
literotica | Title: 18 With The Wind Chill
Tags: lesbian incest, twin sisters, lesbian seduction, pregnancy, blonde, large breasts, rimming, shaving, small town, louisiana
*\*Author's Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.*
Chapter 1
Leeanne Dumas ran her tongue over her teeth again. It seemed like forever since Dr. Campion had first put the braces on her horrible buck toothed grin. For the first year, she'd even had to have a shunt on her lower jaw, to elongate the bone.
"It's so bad even chipmunks make fun of me," she'd tell the few friends she had.
The shunt came off just in time for her to go away to college, U.S.C. But the then seventeen year old girl got lazy and didn't keep up with the orthodontist appointments. At age eighteen, she gave herself a birthday present and used a pair of pliers and pulled the metal appliance from her mouth.
So, when she graduated with a doctorate in Computer Sciences from CalTech, she had to go right back to Dr. Campion and have him clamp down her teeth again.
"And you're paying for it this time; I paid for the first ones," Leeanne's mother shrilled.
Leeanne worked with Oscar Coutre for the first year she was home. She could diagram the schematics of a mainframe system, design and implement a series of events and causalities for a server, as well as map series for tables. But she learned more just running network wires for Oscar Coutre than she had from any instructor at USC or CalTech. She learned more from him and from his clients than any classroom had ever taught her.
But it was a desktop PC that had belonged to a former president of First Union Bank that had launched Leeanne Dumas into her current career.
Joseph Marcoloni had used his position at the bank to enrich himself, and to manipulate women for sexual favors.
Joseph would approve loans for women based on their oral skills, not on their abilities to afford the loans. Joseph gave raises to tellers based on their vaginas, rather than on their merits.
But it was the siphoning off of one penny here and two pennies there from the thousands of clients that attracted Leeanne's attention.
The loans, First Union Bank had to write off most of them. The raises, First Union Bank had to shrug their shoulders.
But the incremental misappropriation of funds that went into a file named 'JMRF' that, after seventeen years as president of First Union Bank amounted to just over nine hundred thousand dollars was enough to get Joseph Marcoloni eight years in Battle Grounds, a white collar minimum security prison in Paulton, Louisiana.
And Heidi Moek, the new hire of First Union Bank, had simply asked Leeanne to reset the password and clean the unit up a little so she could use the PC.
Now, First DeGarde Bank, First Commerce Bank, Baylor Lake Savings & Loans and First Union Bank had Vickers, Vickers & Dumas on retainer.
Vickers, Vickers, and Dumas also did much work for the greater DeGarde Police Departments, as well as Elgee's Police Department. They were also on retainer by all the law offices in the greater DeGarde area, with the exception of Johnson, Johnson and Lambert Law Office.
Tracy and Stacy Vickers, Leeanne's partners were identical twins, and were second generation German-Americans. Their grandparents had met in the huge, confusing Kennedy Airport and clung together, to help each other navigate the confusing, dizzying labyrinth of hallways, and corridors and queues and lines. During that time, Dr. Vickers found out that Dr. Ivernek was a doctor, just like him, and was a cardiologist, just like him.
The two families, joined together by common peril and common language, settled in Lafayette, Louisiana.
Karl and Elena Vickers had a son, whom they named Lyndon, after President Lyndon B. Johnson. A year later, Helmut and Stacy Ivernek had a daughter, naming her Patricia, after the beloved First Lady, Patricia Nixon.
Both families grew over the years; the Vickers had six more children and the Iverneks managed four more, including a set of twins.
Lyndon and Patricia had two sons and three daughters, including the twins, Stacy and Tracy Vickers.
The twins followed their siblings in attending Hamburg University, a free German University. They did not follow their two brothers or older sister in pursuing medical degrees; their skills were in numbers, not muscles, joints and veins.
Upon returning to the United States, Tracy and Stacy enrolled in the University of Louisiana at DeGarde, to pursue Masters Degrees in Accounting.
Both girls were striking brunettes with strong square faces, ice blue eyes, and heavy eyebrows. They stood at five feet, six inches, and were blessed with large chests, slim waists, and round hips. They could thank their mother's genes for their 36D breasts. They could also thank their father's genes for their slim waists; he was a tall, slender man. Their mother and their older sister had large, protruding bellies, large, protruding buttocks, and thick legs.
The girls wore their brown hair long, down to the tops of their buttocks, parted in the middle. For business functions, presentations, or court appearances, they would put their hair into severe buns. But most of the time, they wore their hair loose.
They'd opened an accounting firm, simply called 'The Vickers Sisters' but a simple divorce case, in which they were called upon to do some forensic accounting had them joining forces with Leeanne Dumas.
Afterward, the twins, and the attractive red head saw the wisdom in a joint venture and became Vickers, Vickers & Dumas, and an investigation concern.
For her Orthodontist's appointment, Leeanne had taken the entire day off; she'd anticipated having a severe headache from the orthodontist visit. So she was dressed in blue jeans, sweater, and heavy coat, instead of her usual business garb of pleated skirt, matching jacket, and silk blouse along with dress overcoat. And her long red hair was hanging down loose, instead of in the usual bun, or long thick braid that she affected for business purposes.
On the passenger floorboard, she had Dr. Campion's personal computer, which she would be working on, gratis. She did many personal computers repairs on the side; Vickers, Vickers & Dumas was not interested in the twenty five, fifty dollar upgrades, or virus removals, or ransomware removals that Leeanne often performed for friends and neighbors.
But Leeanne did provide the twins with full invoices for each of these that she performed. They had a good, solid contract for their business, but Leeanne did not want any allegations of misconduct to jeopardize their business.
Arriving home, Leeanne backed her Lexus into the garage, checking carefully that everything was where it was supposed to be, that nothing was where it wasn't supposed to be. A friend of hers had been brutally attacked by an obsessed stalker that had snuck into her garage after she had pulled into her garage.
Even though she had looked around, Leeanne still made sure her hand was on her .357 pistol as she got out of her car. She then walked around the back of the car to get to the passenger side, and got Dr. Campion's old, dusty unit.
Entering her house, Leeanne was met with a blast of warm air and chided herself for once again forgetting to turn off the heat when she had let that morning.
"No, no, remember?" she argued with herself out loud. "You said you were coming right back, remember?"
She stood at five feet, six inches, had a pale complexion, but thankfully, only a few freckles across the bridge of her small nose. She had warm brown eyes, and a sweet, shy, and now, finally, a metal free smile.
Her breasts were little more than handful, a 32B, but her aureole were large, sensitive light brown circles.
Her waist was twenty nine inches and her hips were thirty two inches. She had a cute little butt and slender legs.
After putting the doctor's computer on the workbench she'd set up in her living room, the attractive young woman looked around her three bedroom, two bathroom home. Finally, she determined she was alone and shrugged out of her coat and transferred the pistol and holster from coat to belt.
Then she unscrewed the casing from the computer.
"Holy cow; there's half your problem right there," Leeanne muttered, seeing twelve years of dust inside the machine.
While Leeanne was using canned air to blow the dust out of the machine, while Stacy and Tracy Vickers were poring over the banking transactions of a suspected drug trafficker, Tiffany Gernaud was dejectedly walking along a strip of shops. The eighteen year old blonde shivered as an icy blast of wind blew off the Atchafalaya Basin, giving the twenty nine degree day a bone chilling wind chill.
She stepped inside the Bargain Bin clothing store and sighed as the warm air enveloped her. Cheerful Christmas music tinkled from the ceiling mounted speakers.
"Help you?" Grace Breaux, the store owner asked pleasantly.
"Um, I'm um, you hiring?" Tiffany stammered.
"No, Sweetie, afraid not," Grace smiled sympathetically. "Wish you'd been here a month ago."
The woman did hand Tiffany an application and smiled approvingly when Tiffany showed that she had her own pen.
"All right, Tiffany, I'll keep this on hand; anything comes up, I'll give you a call, okay?" Grace said when the young woman finished filling out the one page application.
"Thank you, ma'am," Tiffany said politely.
The arctic blast that hit Tiffany when she pushed open the door made her gasp, almost squeal out loud.
She cursed herself for her own laziness, her own lack of motivation. But when you're eighteen, blonde, and cute and your boyfriend's rich, who thinks about looking for work?
When you're five feet one inch tall, have 36C breasts with fat nipples, a twenty four inch waist and thirty four inch hips and an ass that just begs to be squeezed, who has the motivation to seek employment?
And then when your boyfriend suddenly decides that, while you're fun to fuck, but you're not really wife material and you realize you need work...
Tiffany stepped into Miller's Electronics and stamped her feet to get the chilling cold out of her feet. Her tennis shoes, her best shoes just were not suited for such extreme cold.
The plump red head at the counter was surly, downright rude when she politely asked him for an application. Tiffany wondered if she might have had the boy in any of her classes at Northside High School. When she was dating Billy, she'd snubbed a lot of her classmates.
When you're hot, blonde, and dating a rich kid from Cabrini High School, who worries about being nice to those that are beneath you?
Tiffany determined that the red head must have been in one or two of her classes, even though he was at least two years older than her.
"I'm sorry, miss," Derek, the owner of the store snapped, putting an application in front of her. "Brandon, back, now!"
Tiffany filled out the application, listening to the two men argue with each other. Hearing phrases like 'cock sucker' and 'pussy' let Tiffany know, her chances of getting employment here were slim. But she forged on anyway, hating to leave anything unfinished.
The door chimed and a blast of cold came in and Tiffany wondered if she should alert the men that they had a customer. She looked over her shoulder as a young red head woman entered.
"Hi, Ms. Dumas; what can I do you for?" Derek asked pleasantly as he came out from the stockroom.
Leeanne named the chip sets she needed; her personal stash of spare parts had been depleted.
"My God, what are you running on that? Windows 98?" Tiffany blurted out.
"Pretty close," Leeanne laughed. "Windows XP, if you can believe."
"Got uh, got seven of them," Derek called out from the interior of the stockroom.
"All of them," Leeanne called back.
"And got a twenty gig plug and play hard drive, still in the box," Derek said as he came back to the counter.
"Really? They still make those?" Tiffany asked.
"Take it;" Leeanne said. "He's running a four gig right now."
Derek rang up the purchases. Leeanne looked over the girl's shoulder as Tiffany filled out the application.
Leeanne knew, unless Tiffany Gernaud was packing a nice fat cock in those ridiculous distressed blue jeans, she had no chance of being employed by Derek; he liked pudgy young men with plump cocks and tight holes.
"Miss? Obviously, you know a little bit about computers," Leeanne said as Derek printed out the receipt.
Tiffany told her about tearing down and rebuilding a few computers her father had found in a dumpster.
"I mean, there was five of them and I mixed and matched them and got three of them working," the girl said proudly.
"Derek, you planning on hiring this young lady?" Leeanne asked.
"Um, no, not really, I mean, I just hired Percy, you know, for the Christmas rush," Derek said. "I mean, if she'd been here about two, three weeks earlier..."
"You still wouldn't have hired her," Leeanne thought, but didn't say it out loud.
"Then you wouldn't mind if I steal her?" Leeanne asked, taking Tiffany's application form off the counter.
Tiffany got into Leeanne's pink Lexus and then suddenly wondered what she was doing. Other than 'Ms. Dumas' she had no idea who this woman was.
The house was a nice one, and Tiffany recognized that she was only two blocks away from Billy's house.
"Wait here," Leeanne ordered as she and Tiffany entered the kitchen through the garage.
Once again, Leeanne went through her ritual of checking the entire house before determining that it was safe.
Tiffany's eyes widened at the sight of the handgun clipped to Leeanne's belt.
"Work bench's back here," Leeanne said.
Tiffany immediately bent to work.
"You map the old hard drive?" she asked as she prepared to pop it out of its slot.
"On the thumb drive," Leeanne said, pointing to the USB port.
"When'd you get the braces off?" Tiffany asked as she began importing the data.
"What?" Leeanne asked.
"You keep running your tongue over your teeth," Tiffany said and began a scan of the new hard drive. And when you open your mouth, you immediately pull your lips down, like you don't want me to see your mouth."
What else have you observed?" Leeanne asked, intrigued.
"You're a natural red head but you don't have a lot of freckles, probably use the hell out of sunblock," Tiffany said.
"Now how do you know that?" Leeanne asked, smiling.
She immediately went to pull her lips down, and then remembered, the hated braces were no longer there. She resumed smiling at the short blonde girl.
"Eyelashes light brown. Tube of sunblock on the kitchen table," Tiffany said and nodded in satisfaction as the scan came back clean. "It's burning up in here and you have on a long sleeve sweater, jeans, long sleeve shirt; you keep your skin completely covered."
"Uh huh; what else?" Leeanne asked.
"You're ambidextrous, but you favor your left hand; most lefties are somewhat ambidextrous by necessity; it's a right handed world," Tiffany said, stepping aside so Leeanne could check her work.
Leeanne approved of Tiffany's work and pulled her cell phone out of her pocket.
"Hey, Tracy," she said.
"Stacy," Stacy tittered into the telephone.
"Half the time I swear you and your sister are saying you're the other just to mess with me," Leeanne smiled.
"Uh huh. So what's up?" Stacy asked.
"I think I found our Girl Friday," Leeanne smiled as Tiffany finished putting the case on the computer.
Chapter 2
Leeanne scheduled the interview for the following morning, and then asked Tiffany what business attire she had. In answer, Tiffany indicated her distressed blue jeans and button up blouse.
"Take this out of your first paycheck; come on," Leeanne said and ushered the girl out to her garage.
Tiffany looked around as they entered Abdul's, the exclusive department store in DeGarde, Louisiana. She'd only been in the trendy store a few times, and each time had left almost as quickly as she'd entered.
The blue jeans she'd picked up were marked one hundred and twenty dollars, and that was on mark-down. The shoes she'd picked up were two hundred and twenty four dollars.
Leeanne smiled as she ushered Tiffany into the Petite Department.
"Now, what size do you think I wear?" she asked Tiffany as she waited for the sales clerk to finish with a customer.
"You get your tops about a size too big; are you trying to hide your chest?" Tiffany asked, looking at some slacks.
"My boobs are way too small," Leeanne admitted.
"For who?" Tiffany asked, quickly putting the slacks back.
"Hi, welcome to Abdul's," the salesgirl smiled.
Leeanne told the girl what Tiffany needed and the girl led them to another rack.
"Ms. Dumas, wait," Tiffany said, pulling the red head back.
"What? I told you; this is coming out of your first check," Leeanne said to the now agitated girl.
"No, Ms. Dumas, anything you get me won't fit in about two months," Tiffany said.
"Why?" Leeanne asked.
"Use your powers of deduction," Tiffany suggested.
"Oh," Leeanne said, looking at Tiffany's flat belly. "How far along are you?"
"About two and a half, three months," Tiffany admitted.
"Okay; then we'll come back when these don't fit," Leeanne said.
They selected three outfits, and got a pair of sensible shoes as well as some stockings.
"God, hate panty hose," Leeanne admitted. "Man that invented them should be shot."
"Now, how you know it was a man?" Tiffany asked as they left the store, bracing against the bitter wind.
"No woman would ever do that to another woman," Leeanne insisted.
Leeanne drove Tiffany home, gave her the address and directions to her house from Tiffany's home, and shook Tiffany's hand.
"I'm sure Stacy and Tracy are going to love you," she assured Tiffany. "See you at seven thirty."
Tiffany let herself into the rental house and was immediately assailed with the odor. At least one of the younger kids had a soiled diaper; Dad had brought home fried chicken for dinner again, and had already started on his beer.
"What you got in the bag?" Cecil, her younger brother asked.
"Some clothes; I got a job interview tomorrow," Tiffany said.
"Who with?" Gary asked.
"Vickers, Vickers & Dumas; they do investigations," Tiffany said.
"Oh," Gary said, not comprehending what his oldest child had just said.
"Maybe they can investigate why you got a butt face," Cecil said.
Tiffany pointed to Christine and Gary sighed.
"Christine, you got a poo-poo diaper?" he asked.
"No," she lied.
"Christine," he said.
"It's Matthew," Christine lied.
Tiffany took extra care with her make-up the following morning and gratefully accepted a ride from her father as he drove to his job at Siegel Recycling.
"Good luck, Baby girl," he said as she slid down from the truck.
Leeanne let her into the warm home and invited Tiffany to have a cup of coffee while she finished her own cup.
"Stacy and Tracy are kind of weird," Leeanne warned as she ushered Tiffany out to the garage. "I swear, one has a headache, the other one takes the Tylenol."
"You might want to wait to put on your blouse until after you've brushed your teeth," Tiffany said.
"Damn it," Leeanne giggled, seeing the small dots of toothpaste. "Let me go change."
Ten minutes later, they pulled up in front of Lopez Square, in Kimble, Louisiana.
"We're in the first office over here," Leeanne said.
Tiffany entered ahead of Leeanne, looked around the spacious office and then smiled at the two brunettes that sat, regarding her.
"Leeanne says you're pretty observant," Tracy immediately began the interview. "There's a vase in the corner..."
"The blue one? With the yellow flowers?" Tiffany asked as she approached their joined desks.
"And what's next to it?" Stacy asked, pointing to the chairs in front of their desks.
"A framed picture of two girls on tricycles," Tiffany said, sitting down. "I didn't get a real good look at it, though; I didn't see what they're wearing."
"What color is the couch?" Tracy asked.
"An ugly burnt red kind of color," Tiffany said, then bit her lip; maybe they liked the color.
"I told you it's ugly," Stacy crowed.
"Oh, let's get the ugly green one," Tracy shot back.
"In that tweed?" Tiffany asked, shaking her head.
"No, no, it was this deep forest green color," Stacy defended.
"Okay, why don't y'all ask her some questions, uh, pertinent to what she'll actually be doing here?" Leeanne asked, taking a seat behind her own desk.
"Know how to answer a telephone?" Tracy asked, smirking at Leeanne.
"Can you walk and chew gum at the same time?" Stacy asked, also smirking at Leeanne.
"Yes ma'am," Tiffany agreed.
The twins asked a few more questions, and then directed her to the small rotunda she would be occupying, had her pull up an Excel spreadsheet and reconfigure it.
"Instead of alphabetical, like it is now, let's do reverse chronological," Tracy asked.
"In other words, from last to first?" Tiffany asked and began the process.
She did a few more exercises for them, and then finally bent to the task of filling out the application form.
"How fast can you type?" Leeanne finally asked as Tiffany hammered away at the keyboard.
"One hundred and five words a minute when Ms. Waggamon timed me but that was what? About seven months ago," Tiffany said.
"And last question," Tracy said. "Can you pass a background check?"
"I don't know," Tiffany said honestly.
Her father was no stranger to the police departments in and around DeGarde. Mostly public intoxication, every now and then simple assault. Her mother, Pam Gernaud, had wanderlust. She'd disappear for a week or two, or for a few months, and then come home. Gary would slap her, they'd scream at each other, and then they'd fuck. A few months later, Pam would pop out a kid, promise to be good, then, a few months later, Pam would simply disappear again.
Right now, Pam had been gone for nearly two months. Her father swore it was for good this time. He was not taking her back, no matter how much Pam promised she'd changed, that her wandering days were gone. Of course, Gary had said that the last time. And the time before that.
Tracy and Stacy looked at each other, a silent communication passing between them. Then they both turned and looked at Leeanne.
"Hey," Leeanne defended. "At least she's being honest. What about Jackie, huh?"
"True," both twins said in unison.
They both reached for their telephones in unison. Stacy smiled and pulled her hand back, letting her sister make the telephone call.
"Hi Mr. Boudreaux?" Tracy said into the telephone. "Tracy Vickers; could you run a background check on..."
"Vickers, Vickers and Dumas; how may I direct your call?" Tiffany answered the ringing telephone.
"Richards, Pellichet and Jones, calling for Leeanne Dumas, please," Ethel Youngblood's voice chirped.
"I'm extension one oh three, then you hit 'Star,'" Stacy suggested.
Leeanne looked up as her telephone rang.
"Now how'd you know..." she asked.
"You gave me your card yesterday," Tiffany reminded the woman.
Again, the twins looked at each other, letting a silent communication pass between them. Then they both smiled and nodded their heads in unison.
"Be right there," Leeanne said and got to her feet.
Tiffany reached for her purse and Leeanne smiled and shook her head.
"Uh, Miss Receptionist, someone's got to stay here and answered the phones, remember?" she smiled as she pulled her overcoat on.
"Yes ma'am," Tiffany smiled widely.
Chapter 3
"Vickers, Vickers and Dumas; how may I direct your call?" Tiffany sang out.
"You tell them fucking cunts they're dead," a man screamed into the telephone.
"Could you be a little more specific? There's three of them here," Tiffany said sweetly.
"Oh you think this is funny, do you, huh? You think this is real fucking funny, little God damned bitch," the man snarled into the telephone.
"Oh, no sir, I take threats on my life very seriously..." Tiffany said and smiled as her computer gave her a match for the telephone number in the 'Caller ID' display. "...Mr. Wright."
"Mr. Andrew Wright said your dead," Tiffany announced when Andrew Wright quickly terminated the call.
"He's the one cheating on his wife and it's our fault?" Leeanne asked.
"No, but it's our fault we found his 'drag up' money," Tracy agreed.
"Drag up?" Tiffany asked as Stacy entered the office. "Oh, thank God, I'm starving."
"Money so you can just drag up and leave in a hurry," Tracy explained. As Stacy handed Tiffany a double Smokehouse burger and large chocolate malt from Clark's Drive-In.
"Monica there?" Tracy asked.
"Yeah, looked about frozen to death too," Stacy agreed.
"Poor girl," Tracy said.
Tiffany listened as Tracy, Stacy, and Leeanne chatted about an attractive blonde waitress and felt a little twinge of something in her stomach.
She wondered if they talked about her when she wasn't in the room. A few times, when she came in, the twins would suddenly stop murmuring to each other and Stacy would even look a little guilty.
They weren't being catty as they talked about Monica, or Tatianna, Monica's roommate, but Tiffany had heard the twins being very catty about other women.
A sudden chill ran through Tiffany and she jumped up from her chair and scurried to the bathroom.
"She's starting to pooch out a little bit there," Tracy whispered.
"I think it's kind of cute," Stacy agreed.
They stared at each other for a long moment then smiled widely.
"Sexy," the both mouthed to each other.
They'd tried to fool Tiffany; she'd ask for Tracy and Stacy would say that she was Tracy. Tiffany would just shake her head no.
They tried sitting at each other's desks, but Tiffany would simply ask them why they were sitting at the other's desk.
Even Leeanne, who had known the twins for a few years, could not tell them apart.
Tiffany scurried past them, still wiping her hands on her skirt. Tracy pantomimed pinching Tiffany's butt and Stacy giggled. Both twins smirked when Tiffany shot them a look.
Tiffany settled back down at her small rotunda and stuffed more of her burger into her mouth.
"You ever eat at that place? Chuck? It's right there on nineteen?" Tracy asked Leeanne.
"No; they any good?" Leeanne asked.
"Billy and me went there once; it's great," Tiffany offered.
"I love the Tropical," Stacy said to Tiffany.
"The Texas; comes with barbeque sauce and grilled onions," Tiffany defended.
"Campfire has chili all over it," Tracy affirmed.
"Y'all, kind of disturbing; we're eating food and y'all are talking about food," Leeanne pointed out.
"Vickers, Vickers and Dumas; how may I direct your call?" Tiffany chirped pleasantly into her headset.
"Yes sir, Captain Chastaine, one moment please," Tiffany said, nodding to Leeanne.
Leeanne hurried to swallow her bite of food and answered her ringing telephone.
"Oh God, really?" Leeanne grimaced. "No, no, it's just so... Okay, be right there."
"What?" Tracy asked when Leeanne hung up.
"Illegal porn; fucking sick bastards," Leeanne shuddered as she wolfed down her burger and cheese fries.
While Leeanne was out, Tracy was also called out to investigate the records of a presiding judge in St. Ann Parish, which left Stacy and Tiffany alone.
"So what you do for fun when you're not here?" Stacy asked as she pored over banking statements. "Oh, holy cow, found it, found it, found it! Ha! Tracy's going to flip when she sees this!"
"You mean when I'm not busy cooking and cleaning and changing nasty diapers and keeping Matthew from killing Christine or Nicole?" Tiffany asked.
"Yeah. I mean, not that what you just said doesn't sound like loads of fun," Stacy said after a glance verified that Tiffany wasn't exaggerating.
"Um, defending keeping my baby instead of getting an abortion, agreeing that it's my fault, and looking for a place of my own," Tiffany said and finished her malt with a loud, noisy slurp.
"A place of your own?" Stacy looked up, interested.
"Yeah, my dad's all like 'shit, you making more than I do; need to kick in a little around here, help out,'" Tiffany said, imitating a deep voice. "Figured, I'm paying that much might as well get a place of my own, you know?"
"How much you paying now?" Stacy asked, keeping her head down so Tiffany couldn't see her excitement.
"Depends; he finds out I got money? Probably about eight hundred, a thousand," Tiffany said, wondering why Stacy was so excited.
Leeanne returned, looking pale, paler than usual, and slightly nauseated. Tracy returned just before closing time, looking triumphant.
"And found this in The Wertzin file," Stacy said and pointed out what she'd found.
"Girl, you go!" Tracy enthused and hugged and kissed her sister.
"So what'd you find on Judge Francis Trahan?" Leeanne asked.
"Oh, nothing much," Tracy said smugly. "Just a nineteen year old black boy's apartment and leased beamer that the good citizens of St. Ann Parish were paying for. And an all-expenses paid trip to the Bahamas for the judge and his boy toy."
"Wait a minute; he's married, isn't he?" Stacy asked as she and Leeanne and Tiffany shrugged into their coats.
"The heart wants what the heart wants," Tracy sighed dramatically as both she and Stacy pulled out their keys to lock up the office.
Stacy did not even try; just let Tracy grab the driver's side of their Mercedes-Benz.
"She's looking for her own place, Stacy said as they both watched Tiffany get into her new (new to Tiffany) 2005 Toyota Corolla.
"Oh, that would be..." Tracy said as they waited for Tiffany to pull out before backing out of the parking lot.
"...perfect," Stacy finished her sister's sentence.
"And..." Tracy said, looking at her sister.
"...fun," Stacy again finished her sister's thoughts
They drove home, to a large two story home nestled among other large homes. The previous owner had designed the home with entertaining in mind; the downstairs was just an open area, kitchen on one side, living room taking up the rest of the first floor. The living room opened up onto a large deck, which led to the large swimming pool, which was firmly covered for the winter.
The three doors in the living room led to a bathroom, a bathroom, and a closet.
Upstairs were four bedrooms and three bathrooms. The master suite was twenty by thirty feet, and even had a large fireplace.
Upstairs, in their master suite, both girls stripped out of their office attire. Tracy put her and her sister's clothing into a dry cleaning bag while, still nude, Stacy skipped out of the bedroom.
"Soup and sandwiches," she called out.
"Good," Tracy called back as she stacked some logs on the grate and made sure the flue was opened.
A moment later, she skipped down the stairs. She admired her sister's rounded ass as her twin made quick work of dicing up the ham. On the stove, a covered soup pot was already beginning to sweat.
"What are you looking at?" Stacy asked without turning around.
"You know what I'm looking at," Tracy smiled and gently grabbed her sister's buttocks in her hands.
"Stacy playfully wiggled her buttocks and Tracy kissed her sister's shoulder.
"Let me finish this; we can play later," Stacy said.
Stacy also mixed some pineapple chunks and pecans, along with some celery and mayonnaise and made ham salad.
Tracy got out four slices of bread, toasting them
Both sisters sat at the small table on the tiled section of flooring, bowed their heads in silent prayer, and then ate with in silence. They mirrored each other in almost perfect synchronization; when Stacy stuffed a spoonful of the hot ten bean soup into her mouth, Tracy was stuffing a spoonful of soup into her mouth. When Tracy would take a large bite of her thick sandwich, Stacy was biting down into her sandwich.
Love the pineapple in this," Tracy said, breaking the silence.
"I was just thinking that!" Stacy said.
When they finished, Tracy gathered up their bowls and plates and bent to put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher.
"Don't you dare," she giggled, just as Stacy was about to reach between her sister's legs, to cup her sister's furry crotch.
Stacy made them both some drinks, and, still nude, they sat on one of the couches in the large living room.
They sat, facing each other, staring into each other's eyes, sipping their hard cider. Their fingers entwined
As they sat in comfortable silence. Then when they finished their drinks, Tracy put their glasses on the coffee table and pulled her sister in for a hug.
"I love you," Stacy murmured as she pressed her tongue into Tracy's mouth.
Tracy sucked on Stacy's tongue, and then let Stacy suck on her tongue. They released each other's hair from the thick and severe buns. Tracy fingernails lightly massaged Stacy's scalp while Stacy combed her fingers through Tracy's long brown hair.
Then Tracy began to softly trail her fingertips across Stacy's strong shoulders while Stacy's fingertips lightly stroked over Tracy's throat.
Wordlessly, they rose from the couch and, hand in hand, walked up the stairs to their bedroom.
The twins entered their bedroom, where a fire crackled in the fireplace. They did not turn on any light; just let the fire illuminate the room as they lay down on their large bed.
Stacy rolled over onto her back, pulling her sister to lie on top of her. She used a handful of Tracy's hair to pull the girl down for a loving kiss.
Tracy's breasts mashed against Stacy's breasts as they kissed. Then Tracy slowly shifted her weight, dragging her breasts across her sister's breasts. The friction make their nipples stick up, hard and crinkled.
Then Tracy bent her head and took one of Stacy's nipples into her mouth. Slowly, softly, she suckled the sensitive flesh while her tongue gently lapped at the hard bud.
While her sister sucked her nipple, Stacy raked her fingernails over Tracy's back and shoulders, causing light tremors in Tracy.
"Oh," Stacy sighed as Tracy repeated the soft, slow loving to the other nipple.
Then Tracy rolled slowly off of her sister, pulling her sister along by a hank of her hair.
Stacy bent and kissed her sister's mouth, then lightly bit down on Tracy's bottom lip. Her wet nipples pressed hard against Tracy's nipples and Stacy wiggled slightly, creating friction.
Then she bent and took one of Tracy's nipples into her mouth.
"Use your..." Tracy ordered, and then gasped as Stacy did bite down on the tender flesh.
The other nipple was suckled and just as Tracy was ready to order her sister, Stacy bit down on the sensitive flesh.
"I love you," the both whispered to each other and kissed again, rubbing their breasts and their pubic mounds together.
They brought each other almost to the point of orgasm, and then Stacy rolled off of her twin. They swiveled, a practiced movement. Tracy lay on her right side, her feet pointed to the northwest corner of the bed, her feet jammed under the pillows at the head of the bed. Stacy lay on her right side, feet pointed to the Southeast corner, at the foot of the bed.
Stacy and Tracy placed their left hand on their sister's hip, slowly, lovingly rubbing their sister's flesh.
In a move that surprised Stacy, Tracy ran her hand around and gave Stacy's left buttock a pinch.
"Hey! What was that for?" Stacy giggled.
"Just because," Tracy giggled and shrugged.
Simultaneously, they cocked their left leg up, bending their leg at the knee and resting their left foot on the bed. Simultaneously, they bent their heads and began searching the other's juncture with their tongues.
They found the other's wet slit, and brought their right hands up to slowly worm a finger into the wet pussy.
"Oh," they both sighed as their sister's mouth softly encircled their clitoris.
Tracy jerked when her sister gave her clitoris a surprisingly hard suck, pulling her mouth off with a light 'pop.'
"Hey!" she giggled. "What what's up with that, huh?"
"Just because," Stacy giggled and shrugged.
They languidly licked up and down each other's slits, licking along the other's outer lips, then forcing their tongues and fingers inside their sister's pussies.
They kept up a constant touch and lick, then lick and touch until they were both vibrating.
Then Stacy and Tracy took each other's clitoris into their mouths and sucked and licked the tender nub.
"Oh, oh God," they both grunted and groaned in orgasm.
In another synchronized move, they drank deeply of the water glasses on their bedside tables, and then flopped onto their left sides. This time, Stacy had her feet jammed under the pillows and Tracy had her feet pointed to the foot of the bed.
And again, they licked and touched each other until they felt the pressure build to the boiling point.
"Oh, oh God!" they grunted in orgasm.
After they caught their breath, Tracy and Stacy again descended the stairs. Stacy refilled their water glasses while Tracy picked up their cider glasses and put them into the dishwasher.
Then they did a last minute check of all doors; the front door, the door in from the garage, and the rear door, and then Tracy activated the security system.
She followed her sister up the stairs, admiring the sight of her sister's rounded buttocks as they climbed the stairs.
Stacy put Tracy's glass down on the coaster, then went around the bed and put her own glass down.
"Oof!" she cried out as Tracy gently tackled her onto the bed.
"Oh, no, not that, no Tracy," Stacy argued weakly as her sister slid down to kneel on the floor behind her.
Tracy did not heed her sister's complaints. She used her hands to pry her sister's buttocks apart and began to trace her tongue up and down the wet slit, began to lick Stacy's sweaty anus.
"Oh God," Stacy moaned.
Tracy stiffened her tongue and tried to jam it into Stacy's anus. She pulled Stacy's buttocks further
Apart and succeeded in pushing her tongue into Stacy's spicy rectum.
Tracy used her own pussy to lubricate two of her fingers and she wormed them into Stacy's spittle wetted rectum.
"Oh, no, Tracy, don't," Stacy whined then shuddered in orgasm as Tracy's thumb mashed against her clitoris.
"I hate you," Stacy declared as Tracy got to her feet, and then lay down on Stacy's back, kissing her shoulder and neck.
"Uh huh," Tracy giggled.
"Butt breath," Stacy taunted as Tracy gave her a kiss on her cheek and rolled off.
While Tracy and Stacy were brushing their teeth, preparing for bed, Tiffany was toweling dry after a fairly cold shower. She knew it wasn't anyone's fault, but with so many kids that needed baths, and Mom and Dad also needing showers, there just wasn't enough hot water to go around.
Pam had decided to come back. She was about six, seven months pregnant and it was harder and harder to pick up truckers.
Pam knew from experience; some of the truckers that actually liked pregnant whores also liked beating up pregnant whores.
Pam Gernaud had no illusions about whom and what she was. From the first time she enjoyed hot, sweaty sex in the rear of Johnny's Peterbilt tractor, she knew she liked to fuck.
If Gary Gernaud was too craven, too cowardly to admit to himself that he'd married a slut, she wasn't going to force the issue. If he was stupid enough to believe that all of their kids were his, she wasn't going to change his mind.
Pam was disappointed that Tiffany was pregnant. She'd hoped that her oldest child would have been a little smarter than that.
As she dried her hair, Tiffany tried to shut out the sounds of Pam and Gary's grunting, groaning sex. The sounds travelled through the thin walls of the bathroom.
"Fuck, you know I don't like it up the shitter," Tiffany heard Pam squeal.
"Time to go," Tiffany said aloud and hastily left the bathroom.
"Billy called for you," Cecil announced.
"What'd you tell him?" Tiffany asked, only slightly interested.
She did wonder why Billy was all of a sudden apologetic about dropping her. Why Billy Richards was suddenly talking about her and him and their baby being a family.
"Told him you were in the shower," Cecil shrugged. "His number's..."
"I got it; thanks," she said and walked past the telephone.
"You not calling him back?" Cecil asked.
"No, no reason to," Tiffany answered honestly.
"What I tell him if he calls back?" Cecil asked.
"Tell him you told me he called and I said so what?" Tiffany said.
Billy Richards did call back and Cecil did tell him Tiffany had said 'so what.' Billy threatened to beat the shit out of Cecil if he found out Cecil was lying.
"Want to threaten me?" Gary barked into the telephone. "Huh? Punk ass bitch; want to tell me you're going to beat the shit out of me?"
"Tell that punk ass bitch no more calls here, huh?" Gary yelled at Tiffany.
"Okay," Tiffany calmly agreed.
She dialed his number by heart.
"Yellow," Billy drawled and Tiffany rolled her eyes.
How had she thought that was cute, funny? How had she found this incredibly immature boy desirable?
"Cecil said you called; then I hear my Daddy yelling at you," Tiffany cut straight to the point. "Look, Billy, don't know what crawled up your ass all of a sudden, and to tell you the truth, I really don't care."
"Aw, no, come on girl, I mean, shit," Billy pleaded.
"And uh, I uh, I thought 'shit, ain't no way that's my puppy you carrying' huh?" Tiffany pressed on. "Said I had to be fucking around; ain't your baby, huh?"
"Look I love you; you know what I'm saying?" Billy whined.
"You don't love nobody but you so don't give me that you love me shit, and, uh, what's with the Ebonics shit, cracker? Look, just don't be calling here no more, huh?" Tiffany snapped and hung up.
The telephone began ringing almost immediately.
Tiffany picked up the receiver and put it back in the cradle. She did that three more times until Billy finally realized, she wasn't going to talk to him.
Chapter 4
"Yep; time to go," Tiffany thought to herself as she bustled to her car.
Pam had demanded the rights to drive Tiffany's car; never mind the fact that Pam Gernaud did not possess a driver's license. Pam had also demanded money; never mind the fact that Tiffany was already giving a large chunk of her wages to Gary.
And Billy had taken to driving past the house, blaring Slipknot or Godsmack or whatever the hell it was he listened to. Tiffany had pretended to like it but had not cared for Billy's taste in music in the least.
As she drove east on Highway 52, Tiffany munched on a peanut butter granola bar. If she made breakfast at home, at least three people would expect her to make breakfast for them as well. And then clean up afterward.
She turned north on Highway 19 and drove to the office.
As usual, she was the first one in; ever since getting her own car, Tiffany had taken to getting in to the office early.
The ten, fifteen minutes of solitude gave her time to think, time to relax, time to gulp down a cup of coffee.
Fifteen minutes after the coffee had stopped gurgling, Stacy and Tracy Vickers' Alpine White Mercedes slid to a stop. Tiffany smiled; through the window she could see Stacy and Tracy in one of their usual animated discussions.
"She did not; Tracy you are making that up!" Stacy argued as they bustled in, huddled against the bitter wind.
"We'll ask her next time we see her," Tracy responded as both stamped their feet to get the chill out of their bones.
"Good morning," both women smiled at Tiffany.
Leeanne called to remind them that she was meeting with their insurance provider. Tracy immediately decided she needed to go meet with Leeanne and Ronnie Edwards, their Young Insurance representative.
"So uh, how's it going? I mean the looking for a place?" Stacy asked Tiffany the moment the door shut behind Tracy.
"It's not; but I really need to get on it," Tiffany admitted.
Tiffany grit her teeth she wanted very badly to confide in Stacy, in anyone what it was like at her home. But she knew, any admission of her living conditions just sounded so 'White Trash' and low-class.
Pursing her lips, she said, "I make, well, shit, you know how much I make here; you're the one signs my paycheck. And eight, nine hundred of it goes to my dad. And now my mom's back, at least 'til she spits out the puppy she's carrying o, but I'm a dumb ass for keeping mine, and now she's wanting her fair share of my money too."
"So, if you got a place on your own..." Stacy said and began rapidly tapping on her computer keyboard.
"Cheapest I've been able to come up with is about seven eighty a month," Tiffany said. "And of course, I'd need a security deposit; kind of hard to save that up when everyone around me's got sticky fingers."
"...Seven eighty a month," Stacy said and looked up.
"And then, in five months? When the baby gets here?" Tiffany continued.
"Ever think about renting a room?" Stacy asked. "I mean, instead of a whole apartment on your own?"
At Ronnie Edwards' office, Tracy discretely pulled her cell phone out of her coat pocket; she'd felt it vibrate against her leg.
'Yes!' and a smiley face from her sister.
They concluded their meeting, Ronnie shook hands with both attractive young women and Tracy dashed to her car.
"Yes what?" she asked when Stacy answered the telephone.
"We're getting a roommate," Stacy said airily.
"Oh," Tracy sighed.
"I mean, she hasn't totally agreed to..." Stacy lowered her voice.
"Where are you?" Tracy interrupted.
"I'm in the office; she's in the bathroom," Stacy confided.
When Tracy did pull into the parking lot, Leeanne was already going over the new insurance policy with Tiffany.
"And this will cover...?" Tiffany asked, pointing to her belly.
"Yes; you have to stay within the network, but Dr. Pelieur is part of that network; he's excellent," Leeanne said. "And he uses St. Elizabeth's Trauma Center so you don't have to go to UMC out in Lafayette."
"Sign me up!" Tiffany agreed.
"I mean, it's going to be twenty one more a month, but it covers all of this, and God, I hope not, but if anything's wrong with the baby, it'll cover eighty percent..." Leeanne continued just as the phone rang.
"Vickers, Vickers and Dumas; how may I direct your call?" Tiffany cheerfully intoned.
She ground her teeth as her father requested more money; he'd just been given a ticket for driving with an expired inspection tag.
"Dad, I gave you, what? Two hundred bucks the other day; thought that was for that," Tiffany said.
Tracy reached down and gave her sister's leg an excited squeeze.
"Sorry Dad; I just filled up my car this morning and it took the last bit I had," Tiffany lied. "And I don't get paid again until Tuesday, so..."
Stacy gave her sister's thigh an excited squeeze as they continued to eavesdrop on Tiffany's call.
"Uh and how am I supposed to get to work? And home?" Tiffany snapped. "Yeah, Dad, it's got a good sticker, but... No, Dad, God, I don't have any more money, all right?"
"If you need an advance..." Leeanne said when Tiffany ended the call.
Stacy and Tracy glared at their partner.
"No, I need new parents," Tiffany sighed.
After the work day ended, Tiffany followed Stacy and Tracy to their house. The twins excitedly showed the short blonde their home and showed her the bedroom she would be occupying, if she did decide to take them up on their offer.
"Four hundred a month, right?" Tiffany again verified and tested out the bed that was in the room by sitting on the edge.
"Right," Tracy confirmed.
"Utilities?" Tiffany asked.
"Really shouldn't go up that much," Stacy shrugged.
"How about twenty five a month?" Tracy said. "If it's more, we'll talk.
"And food?" Tiffany asked.
"We'll clear off a shelf in the fridge, and in the pantry," Tracy offered.
"I mean, if we're eating, you're always welcome to join us," Stacy quickly said.
"Yeah; we're not going to make you sit there and watch us," Tracy agreed.
Tiffany looked in the small closet, which held the twins' Christmas paraphernalia.
"We'll move that," Tracy offered.
"Yeah; there's a bedroom right across the hall," Stacy agreed.
"Okay; I'll take it, but we really need to put everything in writing," Tiffany agreed as she admired the bathroom that would be hers.
"What? Why?" Stacy argued.
"That's fine; Stacy," Tracy said, telling her sister with her eyes to be quiet.
"Because, I don't want anyone coming back and saying 'oh, well, we don't like this so you're out of here,'" Tiffany said. "I've got these girlfriends? Best friends in the whole world until they moved into an apartment together. Now they can't stand each other."
"And since it's already the ninth, we'll just let the first month slide," Tracy said.
They all shook on it; Tiffany laughed out loud when Stacy and Tracy also shook each other's hands after they'd shaken hers.
Tiffany was met at her door by demands to 'borrow' money and by the smells of urine and pizza.
"Like I told Dad; I'm out until next week," Tiffany lied.
"You can't see about getting nothing?" Pam asked.
"Uh, Cecil's working down at Early's, isn't he?" Tiffany suggested.
"But he's saving up his money for..." Gary said.
"And I'm saving up my money get my own place," Tiffany snapped, angered that Cecil's income was somehow more important than hers in her parents' eyes.
Tiffany made three trips from bedroom to car; making sure to securely lock the car and activate the alarm feature after each trip. If Gary and Pam noticed, they did not stop their bickering and arguing with each other long enough to say anything.
There were only a few items left, including a clean outfit for tomorrow's day at the office, her pillow which had been given to her by her grandmother, and a rosary, also from the same grandmother. The rosary went into her purse and Tiffany made sure to never put the purse down, even taking it into the bathroom with her to take her nightly shower.
In the morning, she dressed, grabbed the last of her granola bars and scribbled out a quick 'Goodbye' letter.
The pillow went into the back seat and she did not look into the rear view mirror as she pulled out of the driveway for the last time.
Cecil actually cursed when he saw the letter. Up until now, his income had been safe; he was saving up to buy a car. But with Tiffany's income out of the house, his own salary was no longer safe from Mom and Dad.
Sure enough, before Cecil even left for school, Dad was already asking for some money for a citation and an inspection sticker.
At the office, Leeanne was less than happy about the new living arrangements.
"Y'all, need to talk to y'all," she snapped. "Privately."
"Tiffany, here' you mind running down to Meche's?" Tracy said, holding out a ten dollar bill. "Get us a dozen of the chocolate glazed, huh?"
"Look, I know y'all are gay and that doesn't bother me in the least," Leeanne snapped the moment Tiffany's car left the parking lot.
"Bisexual," Tracy corrected.
"Yeah, we like cock too," Stacy protested.
"But I swear to God Y'all hit on her and run her out of here?" Leeanne snarled fists tight. "It'll be Vickers and Vickers, no Dumas, you hear?"
"We're not," Stacy lied.
"It'll be just cause and y'all know it," Leeanne snapped, not believing Tracy's, or was it Stacy's denial.
"Vickers, Vickers and Dumas; how may I direct your call?" Stacy answered the ringing telephone.
"Tiffany? Sorry; she's out of the office at this time; would you like to leave a message?"
"I mean it," Leeanne glared at the other twin. "That girl comes in here all freaked out because you
Make a move on her, I'm out of here. And I'm taking her with me, hear?"
"Yes ma'am and she knows where to reach you?" Stacy pleasantly asked.
"Tiffany's mom; wants money," Stacy said, hanging up.
By the time Tiffany returned with the doughnuts, Leeanne had calmed down; was no longer glaring daggers at Tracy and Stacy.
Stacy gave Tiffany the message and Tiffany decided warm doughnuts were too important to pass on. Twelve doughnuts between four women meant three apiece, but she'd seen Tracy and Stacy race through doughnuts before. A pause meant one doughnut gone. Two pauses meant two doughnuts gone.
Because the doughnuts were still warm, they did not last long; Tiffany did offer to go for more. Common sense won out; though; it was too close to lunch.
"I mean it you two," Leeanne warned as Tracy, Stacy, and Tiffany discussed the Rental Agreement form Stacy had found online and printed out.
Tiffany took the next call from her mother and was firm with her; she was not returning home, she did not feel like she owed them any money and no, Gary could not borrow the car. She knew if she let Gary, or Cecil, or Pam borrow the car, it would be the last she'd ever see of it.
"Bye Mother; please don't call back, okay?" Tiffany demanded.
Then she went into the small bathroom and had a good cry.
Chapter 5
Tiffany stopped at Early's Grocery on the way home, to her new home and bought a few grocery items and soap and shampoo.
She almost grabbed the bargain brand; Dad always complained about the way the scented bars made him smell.
Tiffany grabbed a bar of soap that she wanted. She also grabbed a brand of shampoo especially formulated for blondes. She grabbed shave gel instead of the bargain brand shaving foam and a pack of razors that claimed to be engineered for women.
"Thought you didn't have no money," her own brother snapped at Tiffany as she paid the cashier.
Tiffany just smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
Then she braced herself against the bitter wind and quickly pushed her buggy to her car.
"Oh!" she gasped as the wind chill cut through her winter coat and dress slacks, chilling her to the bone while she scrambled to put the groceries into the already quite full trunk.
Frozen to the bone as she was, Tiffany still pushed the buggy over to the rack where only a few other carts were. The majority of carts were scattered throughout the parking lot.
She was still frozen by the time she arrived at Tracy's and Stacy's house.
The twins bundled up against the chill and made quick work of unloading Tiffany's car. Bundled up or not, they still squealed every time they stepped outside in the dark night and were buffeted by the brutal cold wind.
"Oh God; I hope that's the last of it," Stacy gasped as she carried a pillow and a few bags up the stairs.
"If it's not; you didn't need it tonight," Tracy gasped, still shaking from the bitter wind.
"Stacy's making Salisbury steak and onion gravy and noodles; that sound good?" Tracy asked as Tiffany was busily putting her clothing into her closet.
"Yeah, but y'all didn't have to..." Tiffany said.
"Didn't have to, wanted to," Tracy affirmed.
"And peas and carrots; you can't have a meal without vegetables," Stacy added.
Tiffany put her groceries away on the middle shelf, her shelf in the refrigerator, and the few boxes on the lowest shelf of the pantry.
"Y'all, I'm not that short," she laughed.
"Not that tall either," Stacy said as she spooned the gravy over the flat egg noodles.
Tiffany joined the twins at the table and likewise bent her head in silent prayer with the twins.
Tiffany couldn't help but reflect; sitting at the table to eat, instead of on the couch, and eating food within minutes of preparation, food that did not come out of a bag or box was a very pleasant experience.
So was taking a luxurious bath, with steaming hot water, instead of a lukewarm or cool shower.
And since it wasn't the only bathroom in the house, there wasn't Cecil, or Dad knocking on the door, urging her to hurry so they could use the toilet.
After washing her hair, Tiffany did something she rarely had the time or inclination to do; she masturbated. She lightly pinched her nipples, twisting them and pulling them away from her chest.
Her right hand trailed lazily over her swelling belly; she was almost at the stage where she looked pregnant instead of just chubby, and raked her fingernails through her blonde curls.
Billy had asked her several times to shave her crotch. He didn't seem to understand; the moment Tiffany saw a pubic hair adorn her mound, she'd been thrilled. She was finally becoming a woman and happily waited for the next hair to spring out.
Wiggling her finger from side to side along her slit, Tiffany loved the feeling of her inner lips peeking out to see who was knocking at their door.
Then she dipped her finger in and again wiggled her finger from side to side, lightly slapping her inner lips as she searched for her clitoris.
While Tiffany lay back in her bathtub, pleasuring herself, Tracy and Stacy lay on their large bed, sucking and licking each other to orgasm.
After their second orgasm, Tracy gently pulled Stacy up and the two lay, arms around each other.
"Love you," they both said, almost in perfect unison.
"You ever think about..." Tracy asked, lightly stroking her sister's pubic mound.
"...shaving it?" Stacy finished her sister's sentence.
"Or..." Tracy dipped a finger into her sister's pussy.
"...waxing it," Stacy sighed and pushed a finger into her sister's wet pussy.
She bent and took one of Tracy's hard nipples into her mouth.
Tracy pulled her sister's head up and they kissed each other and fingered each other's pussies to orgasm.
"Want to?" Tracy asked when they could breathe again.
"Yeah!" Stacy agreed.
While Tracy and Stacy debated waxing versus shaving, Tiffany bundled herself into her short tee shirt, clean panties, and fuzzy robe. Even though it was just her and two other women in the house, Tiffany still maintained some modesty as she made her way from bathroom to bedroom.
Then she lay down in bed, made sure her alarm was on, and fell asleep.
In the morning, Tiffany grabbed a breakfast bar from her shelf in the pantry, made sure to turn off the home security system, and prepared to open the front door.
"Morning," a nude Tracy mumbled, staggering down the stairs, scratching at her newly shaved crotch.
"Morning, Tracy, see you at the office," Tiffany said, then very quickly opened, scurried through, and closed the door, then locked it.
"God damn, how's she know which one of us is which?" Tracy asked as an equally nude Stacy soon followed.
"Think she's psychic or something," Stacy shrugged and playfully nudged her sister to hurry down the stairs.
They quickly ate their cereal, then, more awake now, dashed up the stairs.
"Love the way that looks," Tracy admitted as she peered at her smooth pussy in their bathroom mirror.
"It is cute," Stacy agreed.
"Cute enough to kiss?" Tracy teased, turning to face her sister.
"And if we start that, we'll never get out of here," Stacy warned. "Remember? We got the Williams Deposition?"
"What an ass hole," Tracy said.
Tiffany arrived at the office and made coffee. The message light was blinking and she listened to a message from her mother, loudly haranguing Tiffany for lying to them. Obviously Cecil had tattled to her parents about her spending money at the grocery store the previous evening.
The second message was from her father, telling her how disappointed he was in her.
"I thought we raised you better than that," he whined on the message.
The third one was from Leeanne, reminding Tiffany that she and Stacy and Tracy would be at the Williams deposition for as long as it took.
"The thirty eight's in my desk drawer; I'd feel better if you had it up by your desk while we're not there," Leeanne's voice said.
Tiffany saved that message; if anything happened, she wanted some proof that she did have permission from the gun's owner to use the gun.
There were actually two guns in Leeanne's desk drawer. Both were fully loaded, so Tiffany took the smaller of the two back to her small rotunda. She'd heard Tracy and Stacy arguing one time about why Stacy preferred her.32 snub nose to the .357 magnum that Tracy favored.
"Pop the ass hole between the eyes; it really doesn't matter if it's a thirty two or a three fifty seven," Stacy claimed. "Dead is dead."
At twelve noon, Tiffany had answered three incoming calls, forwarded the messages to Tracy's cell phone in email form, and decided to go to Tommy's for lunch.
By three o'clock, the three women were still not back but Leeanne did send an email telling Tiffany if they weren't back by five, to just lock up and go home.
"Never getting married; divorce sucks," Leeanne ended the message.
A light snow started falling and Tiffany was content to just sit and watch it as it fell to the ground.
By five o'clock, though, it had picked up in intensity. Tiffany knew enough about cold weather that she should use cold water to clear off her windows of her car and so did just that before finally locking up the office.
The snow continued to fall and it did making driving hazardous; Tiffany had trouble telling where the road was under the blanket of snow. She was very relieved when she finally turned off of Highway 19 onto Burns Road and made her way to the twins' house.
She negotiated the driveway, backing in, using the garage door as her marker, and let out a huge breath of relief when she finally put the car in park.
One thing she was grateful for; even as cold as it was, there was no biting wind blowing.
The house was pitch black when she let herself in through the front door. Tiffany turned off the security system, and then looked to see if Stacy had put anything out to cook. There were three chicken breasts on a platter so Tiffany quickly made a faux Chinese Teriyaki dish, then covered it. She dashed up the stairs and got out of her office clothes and pulled on a short tee shirt and pair of shorts; Tiffany was sure Tracy controlled the thermostat, just like she controlled everything else and it was nearly stifling in the house.
She'd just returned down the stairs when she heard the garage door go up.
"Oh my God is it snowing like crazy!" Stacy announced when she came in through the garage.
"I swear; I couldn't see where the road was!" Tracy affirmed when she entered a minute later.
"I was so worried your little car would get stuck; you can ask Tracy, when I saw your car I said 'oh thank God!'" Stacy said and hugged Tiffany tightly.
"No, no, I'm fine," Tiffany said, returning Stacy's hug.
"Yeah, she really was worried," Tracy said and also hugged Tiffany.
"I didn't know what you'd planned on doing with the chicken so I just made a quick Teriyaki; that all right?" Tiffany asked and indicated the stove.
"Yeah; that's perfect!" Stacy enthused. "I even got them rice noodles."
The twins went upstairs while Tiffany got a pot of water boiling for the noodles.
Moments later, Tracy and Stacy came back down the stairs, dressed in sheer camisole tops and skimpy panties. The tops were sheer enough that Tiffany could see their dark brown nipples and the panties were sheer enough that, had the twins had pubic hair, Tiffany would have been able to see the hair.
"Cute slippers," Tiffany said as she saw that both were wearing fuzzy flip flops.
Stacy smiled and let a little giggle escape. But Tracy was actually annoyed that Tiffany didn't seem to notice the naughty, sexy, revealing outfits she and her sister were wearing.
"Again, I hope this is all right," Tiffany said as she served the meal. "Saw the chicken and didn't know what you had planned. So..."
"No, no; I had them rice noodles didn't know when I was going to get to use them," Stacy assured the girl.
While Tiffany, Tracy and Stacy were eating, Leeanne was eating a microwave dinner while studying an on-line certification manual. She was current in her certifications, but it never hurt to stay up with the latest products and services.
Outside, the snow was really piling up; through her curtain, she could see the snow on the ground.
Rodney had called, really trying to put on the charm but she had, again, turned him down.
Rodney Prejean was a local celebrity, hosting a one hour sleaze fest on Channel 12, the local independent television broadcaster. To Leeanne, the host of 'The Prejean Hour' looked like a swamp rat. A well-dressed swamp rat, but a swamp rat all the same. She also found his show to be offensive.
They had dated for a few months and had not progressed past the 'kiss at the door' level of dating. Rodney, of course had tried quite hard to progress from 'kiss at the door' to 'blow job in the morning' stage, but Leeanne resisted. She wasn't a prude, but just did not feel that chemistry with Rodney.
She'd gone out with him shortly after her accursed braces had come off her teeth. Leeanne had smiled, displaying all of her teeth and Rodney had smugly smiled back at her.
He seemed genuinely shocked when she called an early end to their date and shook his head in disbelief when she pointed out that she'd had her braces removed, had smiled, had smiled plenty, and he had failed to notice.
"Beggars can't be choosers," Leeanne's mother had said.
"Uh, Mother, who said I'm begging?" Leeanne had spat.
Chad Gremillion had also called, had offered to make sure she didn't get too cold in the ensuing blizzard.
Chad was a Substance Abuse Counselor at DeGarde's Chemical Dependency Unit and Leeanne thought she might have some connection with him.
At least he had noticed that her braces had come off.
But when she imagined how her life would be with him, she felt nothing. When she tried to imagine how her life without him would be, again, she felt nothing.
Leeanne really wasn't sure what she was looking for but she was pretty sure neither Chad or Rodney were it.
She had thought she'd found it once in the boy she'd given her virginity to. His kisses had been so sweet, his touches so soft, so gentle, almost reverent as he explored her in the back seat of that car.
But he'd joined the United States Army and had come back in a flag covered box.
And Leeanne realized, she was crying again. Crying over a boy that had kissed her a few times then left her.
Outside, the snow continued to fall.
Chapter 6
The temperature in the Greater DeGarde area climbed up to 36 degrees, with a very biting wind and the snow began to melt.
Tiffany agreed with the twins; it would be safer for her to ride in with them. Their car was heavier, more suited for snow and ice travel.
As the twins drove past Clark's Drive-In, they started talking about the waitresses that worked there.
"Need ice skates instead of roller skates today," Tiffany quipped from the back seat of the Mercedes-Benz.
Stacy and Tracy both laughed, and Stacy sent a text message to Monica, their friend that worked at the Drive-in.
"You know she isn't even awake yet; it's not eleven o'clock," Tracy chuckled.
"Wake up, wake up, wake up!" Stacy shouted and typed, then hit 'Send' on her phone.
Leeanne had beat them to the office and had three cinnamon twists sitting on Tiffany's rotunda, two chocolate and one glazed doughnut on each of the twins' desks. She was stuffing the last of her own chocolate doughnuts into her mouth when, whit shrieks and groans, Tracy, Stacy, and Tiffany spilled into the office.
"Oh, thank you!" Tiffany squealed happily as she began to stuff too much of the soft morsel into her mouth.
"Thanks!" both twins chimed.
"Williams got called off; they said we're probably in for more bad weather," Leeanne said.
"And we know Parker Johnson would rather die than drive his precious Corvette in the snow," Tracy mocked, mouth full of chocolate doughnut.
"Eat with your mouth closed; no one wants to see your food," Stacy chided, slapping her sister's arm.
At noon, snow again began to fall, freezing the melted snow and forming a sheet of ice underneath the freshly falling snow.
"Home," Leeanne ordered. "We've been sitting here for three and a half hours and the phone hasn't even rung once."
"There's not even any traffic out there," Tiffany concurred, gazing out the window at the winter wonderland.
Per Leeanne's directions, Tiffany forwarded the office phone to Leeanne's cell phone and the four women bundled up against the harsh cold and left the office.
Tiffany was grateful to be in the large luxury automobile. Tracy did not bring the automobile above thirty five miles an hour, much to the annoyance of a fool in a pickup truck, and even then, there were times they skidded and swerved on patches of ice.
Finally, all three women breathed a sigh of relief as Tracy backed the car into the garage.
"Oh my God; you can't even see your car!" Stacy laughed, looking at the small mound of snow where Tiffany's car was parked.
Tracy let Stacy and Tiffany rush inside, but walked outside and grabbed several pieces off firewood from their rack.
"I can't even feel my arms," she complained as she carried the wood inside.
Tiffany, who was still in her heavy coat, helped Tracy carry some of the wood upstairs.
"Oh!" Tiffany gasped as she saw the twins' bedroom and saw the fireplace.
"You get some more wood?" Stacy asked, coming out of their bathroom, nude.
"Yeah, thanks, really appreciated your help," Tracy teased as Tiffany stacked the wood in the small holder next to the fireplace.
"Whatever," Stacy said as she pulled on a baby doll top and sheer tap pants. "Come on, get it started."
"There's still left overs; that good for lunch?" Tracy asked Tiffany as she did start the fire going.
"Oh you don't have to..." Tiffany hastened to assure the twins.
"Whatever; there's lots of it," Stacy said, leaving the bedroom.
Tiffany went to her room, changed into comfortable lounge pants and tee shirt. When she came downstairs, Tracy was also in sheer baby doll top and sheer tap pants.
"Oh, that's cute," Stacy commented, playfully tugging on the elastic waistband of Tiffany's loose pants.
"Thanks," Tiffany giggled, pulling the waistband down to just above her pubic hair. "I like it because it lets my belly pooch out."
"Yeah, that cute little baby bump is starting to show there," Tracy concurred and lightly rubbed Tiffany's bare belly.
After lunch, Tracy lighted the living room fireplace while Stacy found a movie to watch. They all sat on the velveteen couch, Tiffany in the middle.
Tiffany enjoyed the closeness, the feather light touches, and the twins leaning against her.
But when the movie was over, she was sluggish, almost sedated by the warmth of the fireplace and the body heat of the twins, lulled by the feather light touches and gentle murmurs.
Woodenly, she got to her feet and climbed the stairs
Tracy made a pot of chili for supper; Tiffany was grateful as it was the smell of chili that had roused her from her slumber.
Again, after their meal, they watched another film.
The lunch time film had been a romantic comedy, a 'chick flick.' But their dinner time fare was an action flick.
"Tracy likes this kind of stuff," Stacy commented as they watched the hero dispatch of a mindless goon.
"I kind of like it too," Tiffany admitted.
"So there," Tracy said, sticking her tongue out at her sister.
"Whatever," Stacy smiled.
Again, even with the adrenaline rush of the climactic ending, Tiffany was sluggish by movie's end. Both twins had snuggled up with her, had rested their hands on her belly and gently murmured in her ear.
"Good night," she mumbled as she climbed the stairs.
Tiffany almost crawled into bed, but, out of habit, filled her bathtub with steaming hot water.
Sleepily, she lay in the warmth and lazily cleaned herself.
Then, as was becoming her nightly habit, Tiffany masturbated in the tub.
In their room, Tracy and Stacy peeled their sheer tops and tap pants off and lay, side by side, in a sixty nine, quickly licking and sucking each other to orgasm.
After their orgasms, they cuddled with each other, kissing, and murmuring to each other what they'd love to do to the small blonde beauty that was just down the hall from them.
"Her breasts, God, I just love her breasts," Stacy murmured, cupping Tracy's breasts.
"No, her ass; I would have to eat that ass," Tracy affirmed, squeezing Stacy's left buttock.
"Quit!" Stacy giggled as Tracy worked her hand around and tried to push a dry finger into Stacy's anus.
"No, I'd have to..." Tracy said, forcing Stacy to lie on her stomach.
Stacy spread her legs as her sister spread her buttocks with her hands.
"Oh," Stacy moaned softly as Tracy tried to force her tongue into Stacy's rectum.
"And I'd..." Tracy said, lapping all around Stacy's anus.
"But suppose she doesn't like that?" Stacy moaned as Tracy now forced a spittle wet finger into Stacy's winking anus.
""But I'd have to, I'd just have to," Tracy insisted, working a second finger into Stacy's anus.
Stacy shivered as Tracy also worked three fingers from her other hand into Stacy's pussy.
After Tracy fingered her sister to a shuddering orgasm, she wiggled to get out of the bed.
She squealed in surprise as Stacy grabbed her around her slender middle and pulled her back into the bed.
"Let's see how you like..." Stacy mock-growled as she used her small hands to pry her sister's tightly clenched buttocks apart.
"Oh, shit, Stacy, that feels so..." Tracy moaned in delight as her sister licked and tongued her sweaty anus.
Chapter 7
Tiffany woke up at her usual time, got ready for a day at the office, and then looked out the window. The early morning sun showed a world of white and the sun shimmered off of the frozen ice. They would not be going into work that day.
Tiffany stripped off her clothes, pulled on her sleep shirt, and snuggled back in bed.
Stacy looked out the window on the opposite side of the home and came to the same conclusion and got back into bed.
She snuggled up against Tracy and cupped her sister's breasts.
"Frozen?" Tracy asked.
"Yeah, solid; we're not going anywhere," Stacy affirmed.
"Oh good," Tracy said and squeezed Stacy's hand.
Their morning breath did not bother them as they kissed. Tracy, as usual, was more aggressive and rolled on top of her sister. She mashed her breasts against her sister's breasts and mashed her bald pussy against Stacy's bald pussy.
"Oh," Stacy moaned as Tracy thrust and rubbed her hips after they'd rubbed each other to orgasm, Tracy rolled over and grabbed the drawer of her nightstand.
"Oh, good, the..." Stacy asked as Tracy pulled the leather harness out.
She didn't have to ask; it was a given that Tracy would be the one cinching the leather belt on, would be affixing the eight inch dildo to the slot.
Both sisters moaned as Tracy pressed the head of the plastic 'cock' to Stacy's wet opening. The base of the Dildo pressed against Tracy's pulsing clitoris and she grimaced in pleasure as she pushed an inch of herself into her sister.
"Oh," Stacy moaned as she felt the blunt 'cock' push into her.
Slowly, Tracy pushed and pulled, inch by inch, until she was rubbing her leather harness against Stacy's pubic mound.
Again they kissed, their tongues sliding over each other's tongues. Stacy sucked hard on Tracy's tongue as she could feel an orgasm welling up.
"Oh, my sweet, oh my dear sweet sister," Tracy moaned as she began to buck in orgasm.
When they'd finished orgasming, Tracy slowly pulled out of her sister and unclasped the harness from around her waist. She undid the Velcro strap that held the harness strap between her legs and then dropped the instrument on her side of the bed.
"Come on; butt breath, I'm hungry," she said and pulled her sister up.
They showered together, then simply pulled on fluffy robes and fluffy flip flop slippers and staggered down the stairs.
"Omelets; or, hey, you want crepes? We have those frozen blueberries," Stacy offered.
"But do we have cream cheese?" Tracy asked.
"I've got some sour cream," Tiffany offered as she entered the kitchen.
Tiffany and Stacy worked together to make crepes and Tracy almost flipped her robe open to masturbate as she watched them.
Tracy didn't know if Tiffany realized it or not, but her sleep shirt kept riding up and exposing a good deal of her plump, juicy rear end to Tracy and Stacy. And as the girl bent to get the bottle of oil from the floor of the pantry, her blonde tuft of pubic hair was clearly visible, as were her light purple lips.
Then Tiffany and Stacy were finished and putting the plates on the small table.
"Ooh, cold!" Tiffany cried out, standing back up.
She pulled the sleep shirt down and sat back down on the chair.
"Didn't realize how short this thing is," she exclaimed.
After breakfast, Tiffany went back up the stairs and Tracy cleaned up the minimal mess that Stacy and Tiffany made as they prepared their breakfast.
The twins then returned to bed and telecommunicated with Leeanne, who was working on a very nasty virus on a computer.
"Oh, no, I swear, I wasn't looking at porn," Leeanne typed. "I don't have a clue how that virus got on my computer."
"What site did he pick it up at?" Tracy asked. "Stacy's always looking at porn."
"Tracy, I am not!" Stacy giggled, reading what her sister was typing.
At eleven forty five, Stacy got dressed in robe and slippers again and quickly made three hot ham and cheese sandwiches and three bowls of tomato and basil soup while Tracy, dressed in sweat pants and coat, went out and grabbed several more logs of wood for their bedroom fireplace.
Tiffany, still dressed in only her sleep shirt, came back down stairs and joined them at the table for lunch.
On a lonely stretch of Highway 19, a transformer, weighed down with ice, broke free of its mooring and crashed to the frozen ground with a loud 'Boom!' The wires that were still attached to the transformer pulled a second transformer from its mooring and it too gave a loud 'Boom!' as it crashed to the ground.
The sudden drain of electrical current caused three more transformers to overload and shut down and many in the greater DeGarde area suddenly had no electricity.
Just after Tracy, Stacy, and Tiffany finished their meal they heard the loud 'Boom!' and their lights
Flickered. A second 'Boom!' a moment later plunged the house into darkness.
"Holy cow!" Tiffany said.
"Really!" Stacy agreed.
"Wonder if everybody's out," Tracy said and shot Leeanne a text message.
"Yep, she's out too," Tracy affirmed a moment later.
Tracy cleaned up their lunch; there was enough light from the doors at the rear of the house. Then they sat at the table and chatted for a while, waiting for the lights to come back on.
Without the electricity, the heater wasn't blowing warm air. Forty minutes after the electricity had gone off; the house did feel much cooler, especially to Tracy.
"I'm going to bed," Tracy announced. We have a fireplace and I'm cold."
"Well, that's not fair," Tiffany complained lightly. "I don't have one."
"Come on, you can share ours," Stacy offered, her heart in her throat.
"Okay," Tiffany readily agreed.
The bedroom was lighted by the slightly open curtain and Tracy completely shut the curtain. Now the only light was from the fireplace, which cast an almost eerie glow into the room.
Tracy dropped her robe to the floor and slithered under the sheets and blankest before stripping out of her sweat pants.
Tiffany walked cautiously; her night vision was not the best. Tracy leaned forward and grabbed Tiffany's hands and pulled her into the bed from the foot of the bed.
Tiffany giggled as she knee-walked across the bed to flop down next to Tracy.
Stacy dropped her robe to the floor, which left her nude, and got into the other side of the bed and Tiffany was again trapped between the twins. They pulled the blankets up to just under their chins and lay, watching the flickering flames of the logs Tracy had put into the fireplace.
Just as they had done as they watched movies, the twins cuddled against Tiffany, whispering to her and to each other.
Tiffany felt very warm, very comfortable. The feather light touches were soothing to her, even as they were on her bare thighs or on her belly, just under her heavy breasts. Her eyes got heavier and heavier.
Lazily, she rubbed Tracy's arm as Tracy was softly rubbing her baby bump.
"You like that?" Tracy asked a smile in her voice.
"No," Tiffany said, smiling at the brunette.
"No?" Stacy asked, surprised.
"Nope, I love it," Tiffany giggled.
Tracy giggled and softly kissed Tiffany's neck as she reached under the short sleep shirt to rub Tiffany's belly. Stacy also reached under the sleep shirt and let her fingertips dance on Tiffany's warm skin.
"Mm," Tiffany purred and lightly rubbed Stacy's arm with her other hand.
Tracy leaned over and softly kissed Tiffany's pouting lips. Tiffany did not scream or push Tracy away. Instead she passively let Tracy softly kiss, and then gently nibble on her lips.
Tracy pulled away and Stacy then kissed Tiffany's lips.
Emboldened by Tiffany's passivity, Tracy trailed her fingertips down and lightly combed her fingers through Tiffany's tuft of blonde pubic hair.
Likewise emboldened by Tiffany's acceptance of her kiss, Stacy lightly raked her fingernails on the undersides of Tiffany's heavy breasts.
When Stacy pulled her lips from Tiffany's lips, Tracy bent and gently licked Tiffany's lips. Tiffany opened her mouth and Tracy slid her tongue into Tiffany's mouth, and then sucked Tiffany's tongue into her own mouth. Her fingers now traced up and down Tiffany's moist pussy lips.
She gently bit down on Tiffany's tongue, then released it and kissed Tiffany's lips.
Stacy now toyed with Tiffany's very hard, tightly crinkled nipples and aureole, going from left breast to right breast. When Tracy released Tiffany's tongue, Stacy gently sucked on Tiffany's tongue. She quit playing with Tiffany's breasts and lovingly stroked Tiffany's face with her fingers as the two women kissed.
Tiffany combed her right hand through Tracy's long brown hair while she cupped Stacy's cheek with her left hand.
When Stacy pulled away from her kiss, Tracy gently pulled Tiffany's sleep shirt up. Stacy helped her sister pull the sleep shirt up and off, leaving their partner completely naked.
Tracy kissed Tiffany softly while she ran her fingers up and down Tiffany's very wet slit. Stacy bent her head and sucked and licked Tiffany's half-dollar sized aureole, then lightly chewed on the hard nipple. Then she did the same to Tiffany's right best while kneading Tiffany's left breast with both hands.
"Ohh!" Tiffany softly moaned, extremely aroused.
Billy had been a rough grab and squeeze, jam it in and pump kind of lover. His loving, while occasionally bringing Tiffany to orgasm was always so hurried, rushed.
She was floating in bliss as the two sisters slowly, softly made love to her.
"Oh," Tiffany softly moaned again as Tracy palmed her pussy, driving two fingers into her wet pussy.
Tracy sought out Tiffany's small clitoris and found it with her thumb.
"Oh!" Tiffany grunted and jerked as Tracy finger fucked her pussy, bringing her closer to orgasm.
Stacy lightly nudged Tracy's face away from Tiffany and started kissing the blonde. Tracy edged underneath the blankets and sheets and lightly kissed Tiffany's breasts and belly, then moved to place her mouth over Tiffany's pussy.
"Oh!" Tiffany whined in orgasm as Tracy sucked on her clitoris.
Tracy licked and sucked at Tiffany's heavy pussy lips until Tiffany quit shaking in orgasm.
Then she came out from under the heavy covers and nudged Stacy away from Tiffany's lips.
Tiffany kissed Tracy with more aggression than she'd shown over the past half hour, licking her own juices from Tracy's face.
While Tiffany hungrily kissed her sister, Stacy kissed from Tiffany's breasts, over her belly, and down to her pussy.
"Mmph!" Tiffany grunted as Stacy very quickly sucked her to a second orgasm.
Suddenly, the hum of electricity could be heard and the 'whoosh' of warm air blowing out of the vents could be heard a few moments later.
If the three heard the 'hum' or felt the 'whoosh' they did not say anything. Tracy and Stacy just continued to make love to Tiffany.
Finally, the three women were coated in a fine sheen of sweat and Tracy kicked the sheets and blankets down toward the foot of the bed. She raised herself on one elbow so that she could look at Tiffany's nude body in the soft light from the bedside lamp.
"God, you are so beautiful," she breathed, rubbing a loving hand over Tiffany's belly.
She then reached down and gently, but firmly pulled on Tiffany's leg. With some tugging, she positioned Tiffany to lie across the bed. She then put Tiffany on her left side and forced Tiffany's right leg up.
"Mmph, oh!" Tiffany shuddered as Tracy again licked up and down her wet pussy.
Stacy jammed her feet under her pillows, putting her thighs very close to Tiffany's head. She lay on her left side, cocking her right leg up at the knee.
Tiffany rested her head on Stacy's left thigh and wiggled her face close to Stacy's bald pussy.
She used her small hands to pull on Stacy's inner lips and licked up and down Stacy's sweaty, musky smelling pussy, until she found Stacy's clitoris.
Stacy brought her mouth to her sister's bald pussy and licked and sucked her sister's pussy, then found Tracy's sweaty anus and tongued Tracy's anus.
"Mmph!" Tiffany grunted as Tracy began to lick and tongue her anus.
When Tracy then wormed two fingers into Tiffany's virgin anus and her thumb into Tiffany's pussy, Tiffany grunted in orgasm.
Tiffany then sucked Stacy to orgasm while Stacy sucked Tracy to orgasm.
Then Stacy let a small squeal escape when Tiffany began to lick and slobber over her sweating anus.
"Oh, damn!" she grunted when Tiffany wormed two fingers into her rectum.
"Oh!" Tracy sighed happily as she alternated between sucking Tiffany's pussy and anus.
Tiffany sucked and licked Stacy to a second orgasm while Stacy sucked and licked her sister to another orgasm.
Then Stacy wearily crawled up to lay down on her pillows. Tiffany wiggled around until her blonde head was on a pillow. Tracy then pulled the covers up again and the three lovers slept.
Chapter 8
The need to pee woke Tiffany from a deep, contented slumber. She didn't want to move; there was a soft, warm body pressed against her back and there was a warm soft body pressed against her front.
But the need to pee wouldn't let her dawdle for long.
She wiggled out from between the twins and walked on hands
And knees to the foot of the bed, then clambered off the large bed.
Tracy woke up from the jostling, wiggling movements and watched Tiffany's plump, juicy rear end as the girl crawled off the bed.
Stacy likewise had woken up and watched the pretty sight of Tiffany's large heavy breasts dangling down as the girl crawled.
Tiffany sighed happily as she relieved her aching bladder, and then made sure to blot her pubic region well.
She smiled as she came out of the bathroom; both sisters were sitting up in bed. Both twins returned her smile and Tracy held her arms out for Tiffany.
Tiffany crawled over Tracy and settled back down between the girls.
"Ooh, I got to pee now," Tracy complained and wiggled out from under the covers.
While Tracy was gone, Stacy pressed herself into Tiffany's back, left hand toying with Tiffany's breasts and hard nipples while fingering her own pussy with her right hand. She kissed Tiffany's shoulder and neck. Tracy scampered back into the bed and sucked a kiss from Tiffany's smiling lips.
"My turn," Stacy announced and wiggled away.
"Okay, now that we got all of that out of the way, or does anyone else have to pee?" Tracy asked and again began to wiggle Tiffany around.
This time, she put Tiffany near the foot of the bed and Tiffany crawled to put her head between Tracy's legs.
Stacy crawled over and put her mouth to Tiffany's already very wet pussy and also reached up and fondled Tiffany's heavy breasts.
Tracy glued her mouth to her sister's pussy and the three women licked and sucked each other to a quick, almost simultaneous orgasm. Tiffany had a slightly quicker trigger than the twins and came first.
After licking and sucking Tiffany to a second orgasm, Stacy pulled her mouth away from Tiffany's furry slit.
"I want you on your hands and knees," she asked and Tiffany looked confused, but did get on her hands and knees.
Stacy wiggled underneath Tiffany's compact body and began sucking and nibbling on Tiffany's hanging breasts.
Tracy knelt behind Tiffany's beautiful rear end and began tonguing the tiny puckered anus.
"Ooh!" Tiffany sighed.
Tracy worked a finger into Tiffany's wet pussy and then worked another finger in and slowly rubbed in and out, searching for Tiffany's G-spot.
Stacy also wormed a finger into Tiffany's pussy, then used thumb and forefinger to lightly pinch Tiffany's clitoris.
Stacy fingered her own pussy with her other hand, then began to rub her clitoris quite hard.
Tiffany groaned and shook in orgasm then shook again as Tracy stimulated her G-spot with her fingers.
Tracy reached between her own legs and rubbed her clitoris hard, rubbing herself to orgasm.
"I'm thirsty," Tiffany declared after slumping down on top of Stacy.
"Well, get off of me and I'll see what we got," Stacy giggled and kissed Tiffany.
A few moments later, Stacy returned to the bedroom, carrying a tray. She had three tall glasses of iced water and three steaming mugs of hot chocolate.
Tiffany drained her glass in just a few swallows, then sat up and sipped her hot chocolate.
"So, this why Ms. Dumas sent me get them doughnuts?" she asked.
"You ever have your IQ tested?" Stacy asked.
"No, why, well, I did one of them stupid on-line tests but..." Tiffany said.
"Yes, this is what Leeanne wanted to talk to us about," Tracy admitted.
"Well, what did the on-line thing say?" Stacy asked.
"Said I scored a one seventy three; what did she say about it?" Tiffany asked.
"Said she'd quit if we hit on you and you got all freaked out about it," Tracy admitted.
Tiffany gave her a soft kiss.
"Well, I'm not, okay?" Tiffany said.
She then leaned over and kissed Stacy and smiled.
"You got a chocolate mustache," she giggled then licked Stacy's upper lip.
At six o'clock, Stacy took the tray downstairs and started cooking their supper. A moment later, Tiffany, again dressed in her sleepshirt, started to help her prepare the hamburger steaks and mushroom gravy.
Tiffany squealed, then laughed when Stacy reached over and pulled the sleepshirt off.
"I uh, I won't come between you two," Tiffany said quietly as she stirred the green peas.
"Huh?" Stacy asked.
"You and Tracy; how long y'all been lovers??" Tiffany asked.
Tracy admitted. "I mean, we didn't do anything until we were in college and we had our own dorm room all to ourselves but..."
"Well, I'm not going to come between you," Tiffany said and got out three plates.
The next day, it was still too iced over for safe travel so again the three stayed in bed.
"Williams is scheduled for two o'clock," Leeanne announced when the trio did come in the following day.
"Because Parker's too cheap to buy lunch," Tracy said.
Leeanne looked up, looked at the twins then at Tiffany and slammed her pen hand on her desk.
"What did I tell you?" she snarled, getting to her feet and glaring at the twins. "Huh? What did I tell you?"
"You said if she gets all freaked out about it," Stacy defended.
"Ms. Dumas, I'm not..." Tiffany said.
Leeanne did not answer, just grabbed her long coat and stormed out of the office.
By one thirty, Leeanne still had not returned so Stacy and Tracy left for Johnson, Johnson & Lambert's office.
Leeanne was the first to return that evening, at five forty two. Tiffany was still at the office; she'd come in with the twins.
"Listen, you don't have to, if you're letting the twins use you so you'll have a place to stay, you don't have to," Leeanne said, face flaming red with embarrassment.
"Ms. Dumas, I'm not," Tiffany said and squeezed the woman's hand.
She leaned close to the red head.
"Ms. Dumas, if they hadn't made the move, I was getting ready to," Tiffany confessed.
She again squeezed the red head's hand.
"But thank you; it means a lot that you were willing to stand up for me," she said.
"Well, uh, yeah," Leeanne said and stepped aside as the door chimed.
"Ready? Tommy's is open so that's where we're going for supper," Tracy said.
Tracy looked at Leeanne, the worry evident on her face.
"It's all right," Leeanne said and gave Tracy a quick hug before stepping back out into the icy cold.
"What did you tell her?" Tracy asked as Tiffany wiggled into her coat.
"A little white lie; don't worry about it," Tiffany smiled. "Now, come on, Momma's hungry!"
Tracy gave Tiffany an affectionate little pinch on her rear end, and then locked the office door.
THE END
*\*Author's Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment. Thank you for reading my stories.
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FSE | Title: The Flight by Velaala
Tags: Breast Growth, Female, Snow Leopard
Staying calm was not an easy task for Cynthia.
Her current situation left her unable to stay still; her thoughts wandering from one subject to another. She wasn't specifically stressed, the situation didn't scare her. It simply left her extremely curious about what she had managed to discover the previous day, even though it remained unexplained. She would have plenty of time to find out more about the artifacts found in the excavation site, as well as learn more about the nature of this mysterious shrine.
More generally, thinking was not her greatest concern. She had a strange fascination towards her new body, doing experiments on herself which might somehow uncover more secrets. Granted, these "experiments" were nothing more than a squeeze here or a fondle there, but she could hardly care less about the scientific value, at that moment. This added mass to her body simply made no sense, but she didn't care. She felt it was beautiful.
Standing in front of the mirror of her tiny bathroom, with the light bulb on the ceiling casting a strange yellow light which made her fur look almost sickly, she closed her eyes, and tried to picture her appearance using only her hands. Having fully opened her top and taken it off completely, she let her hands move slowly up her waist, a small smirk passing on her lips when she felt an obstacle earlier than expected. Letting the back of her thumbs slide along the bottom and eventually side of her breasts, she slowly dragged her palms further upward, tracing the curves of her chest, until the dark blue nipples poked between her fingers. Giving herself a gently squeeze, she gently lifted her breasts, opening her eyes as she let go to watch them bounce slightly.
Sighing softly, the snow leopard moved back to her bedroom and looked into her dressers, not worried about the large window which allowed the moonlight to enter, revealing her topless body, as she had a view of the valley instead of the street. She eventually found a large coat that would allow her to leave, relatively unnoticed. That is, with her new growth unnoticed, she would surely let everyone know of her departure. She took it off, and rummaged through her things, sorting what she would need to bring with her. She would be back here soon, after all.
The bathrobe she slipped into didn't do much to hide her chest; it actually showed quite a large amount of the white cleavage, but it was still better than walking around topless. She just didn't feel right doing that. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she let out a soft sigh and grabbed the phone, dialing a number she knew by heart. As the phone rang, Cynthia quickly took a look at the clock. It was 2:30 here, so it wouldn't be too late.
"Hello?"
"Mom! Hi! Listen, something happened here, I need to come over, and I don't think I can stay so I need to call my..."
The quick rambling was quickly interrupted by a soft shush, one that seem rather confused.
"Cyn, calm down! What's going on? One word at a time, dear!"
After waiting a few seconds, Cynthia tried once more to explain the situation to her mother.
"I had a growth spurt, just out of nowhere... I can't stay here right now, I'll be coming back home until it's over, alright? If the team sees me like this, they'll start asking questions, and it's going to be even worse if my bosses learn about it... Think you can have my room be ready by tomorrow?"
"Don't worry, dear, just come home, I'll take care of it. I've been through enough of those to know how to handle them. Stay. Calm."
Cynthia nodded slowly, as if her mother would be allowed to see this.
"Thanks, mom. See you soon, love you."
"Love you too."
Calls were quickly made to the nearest airport, to her crew, and to her superiors. Cynthia would leave for reasons she would just explain as related to "illness", which had some truth to it. If she had to work in these conditions, she would be unable to focus, and this was in the best case scenario. Chances are she would at least let her hands slip upwards, unknowingly getting accustomed to her new body while working. In public, this would lead to awkward stares, at the very least. She didn't even want to think of the worst that could happen, even if she did tend to exaggerate things in her mind.
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The trip home was rather uneventful. In the Himalayas, it was normal for people to wear heavy coats, even for anthros like Cynthia, as even felines are rarely suited for the harsh weather of these mountains. One member of her team shuttled her along to the nearby airport, the language barrier leaving little room for conversation. He knew she was leaving for illness, and her nervous, nearly trembling expression was enough to confirm this. The flight itself was no different. Nobody had asked her any questions other than the mundane ones. She refused any snacks, simply looking out the window and hoping her dream wouldn't reappear.
As large as she had gotten, this coat did a nice job as hiding her curves, but she didn't feel it was enough. She felt she looked rather silly wearing it, especially since she still felt people were giving her strange looks. In reality, people didn't give Cynthia any special attention; everyone just went along on their way. She was too shy to have her chest stared at, even before the sudden growth spurt; she was simply very nervous.
Once she had arrived in Germany, the sun was starting to rise, and her mother was waiting for her there, as expected. Hugs were exchanged, as normal, but Cynthia was careful not to have her chest press into her mother's. Having gone through this experience many times before, however, the close hug could not be avoided, and even through the heavy coat, Cynthia felt her chest get squished in between their bodies, turning her cheeks a very dark blue.
Cynthia's protests of embarrassment didn't seem to bother her mother, as she simply held the hug for about exactly one moment, giving Cynthia's cheek a gentle kiss before letting go.
"It's just a hug, silly! There's nothing wrong or embarrassing about that! Come on! I have your room all ready for you, and I even went to get you some clothes! With any luck, they should fit you without too much trouble! I know I went through a lot myself, at your age, but I think..."
Cynthia had stopped listening to her mother after a while, letting her go on while she started thinking of the future. She had no way to be sure if returning to the excavation would cause this to happen again. Maybe she would grow larger, but maybe not. The statue she had discovered had very large breasts, yes, but there was more. She had large, child-bearing hips, likely suited for that oversized stomach she had.
"...happened this one time, where I was... Cynthia, are you?..."
Cynthia looked up curiously as she heard her name, but her attention was quickly diverted back to her chest. She felt the pressure gradually increase around her torso, despite the loose t-shirt and coat she was wearing.
"I think you are! That's my girl!" |
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Arija stretched and yawned, looking around he noticed his lover had already gone out. Getting up he looked for a note but didn't find one, sighing he went out to the kitchen to look for anything good to eat. Running his fingers through his tangled hair he opened the fridge. He looked at the contents and shook his head. All that was there were several steaks and a few assorted fruits. That meant he would have to go out, since Gabriel forbade the cooking of meat in the house. Playing briefly with a loose curl he decided to risk it. He had too much to do tonight.
Taking a steak out of the fridge he was about to put it on when Gabriel arrived. "Not in the house please. I just fed, I don't want to be sick." Arija turned, "well if you would go shopping I wouldn't have to.' Gabriel sighed, "Why don't you?" Arija turned. "You know how I detest people. I don't like public places." Gabriel shook his head, "I know it and some of your other dark secrets. None of my influence will ever change them will they?" Arija laughed. "Me, a Catholic? Not, in my lifetime nor yours my ancient friend. I will never be Catholic." Gabriel sighed, "No you are too set in your ways."
Arija shook his head. "You know damn well my beliefs have nothing to do with it." Gabriel nodded, "or so you say." Arija didn't reply, to his comment, but instead went into the other room and sat down in front of the computer. Turning it on, he put in a disc and brought up word perfect and then the Net. He thoughtfully read the mail from a friend. Gabriel came in and rested his head on his shoulder. "Anything good?" Arija shook his head. "Not too much. James sent an invitation to dinner and says he is anxious to meet you. And Brent from London wants me to think of a character for him. Other than that there isn't anything."
Gabriel nodded, "I don't care to go to dinner." Arija looked up, "Have no fear I regretfully declined, saying we were busy." Arija disconnected, from the internet and opened Word. "I will be busy for awhile." Gabriel laughed, "Awhile? Try all night. Come on Love, lets do something tonight. Every night you sit there writing, its time we did something together." Arija looked up, " Like what?" Gabriel shrugged, "I don't really know. Let's wing it." Arija shook his head, "I wing nothing." Gabriel sighed "Arija, you need to get out." He leaned down and kissed his neck running his sharp fangs over it lightly. Arija shivered, "Why is that? Why must I go out?"
Gabriel sighed, "You never do, all you do is sit here or occasionally eat. You used to go out. We used to do things together. What happened, Ari?" Arija shrugged. "My tastes changed. It happens Gabe. I haven't been around for two hundred years, and I have no desire to be. I court death everyday and I have no desire to be reminded of how others live. How they are." Gabriel shook his head. "I don't follow your logic." Arija sighed, "You never have Gabe." Gabriel shrugged, "How can I when you never explain yourself?" Arija didn't answer. "So where would you like to go?"
Arija turned, "I need some writing supplies and some inspiration. So I suggest a bookstore and then somewhere quiet." Gabriel sighed. "All right so that means a bookstore and then home. For being an accomplished writer you have a distinct lack of imagination." Arija looked back at his screen. "Well my job is to write, not decide where we should go." Gabriel smiled displaying his fangs and his nature. "Why don't we go to a picture and make love in the park?" Arija blinked, "Okay how about we get arrested and you starve to death in prison? Times have changed and in this century it's against the law to make love in a public place."
Gabriel reached over and turned the computer off. "Come on Ari, were going out." Unaccustomed to the sudden forcefulness he sighed. "I really would rather not." Gabriel looked at him. "Fine then we will stay home." He turned and left the room closing the door behind him. Arija stared at the screen for a moment before he got up and went into the small livingroom. Gabriel had laid down on the couch and was reading one of his books. Gabriel's short black hair and deep blue eyes were so attractive coupled with his firm features, slender body, and his pale skin made him irresistable to Arija.
Gabriel was silent as a cat, and moved like liquid. At times he stood so perfectly still he could be mistaken for statue. Arija remembered how they had met and laughed to himself. He'd been in the middle of a Satanic Ritual, when Gabriel had burst in upon him. He was just finishing the final chant when Gabriel burst through the shuttered window. He called him evil, a worker of Satan; a foul mortal hand for a dark, immortal master. He had calmly stood up and told him that most visitors used the front door. By candlelight it had been easy to see what he was. Especially when he charged him, fangs bared, claiming that he had been sent by the Lord to end his evil ways.
He'd laughed then, his exact words being, "Oh this is rich a Catholic vampire coming to destroy me? You claim I am evil? Take a look in the mirror and see who's calling the kettle black." He'd stepped aside and let him run into the wall then. Infact he ran into the wall a few times before he calmed down. "I am not evil. I was made this way to lead other's to the light." He laughed again, "right, and I am the Tooth fairy. Doesn't it say in your laws that you shalt not kill? Thou Shalt not steal? Don't you think by taking and sucking people dry you aren't stealing their life? Isn't stealing their life called killing? Seems like a catch twenty two if you ask me, seeing as how you have to kill in order to live."
That had stopped him in tracks for a moment before he tried to defend himself. Arija had turned on the light then and blown out his candles. "Aren't you afraid of me?" Arija laughed, "Nope as an author I live for events like this, and as a Santanist I expect them, besides why should I fear you? I have written about more adept vampires than you. If I were you I would work on the element of surprise a bit more and edit your speech a little." Perhaps it was his boldness that made Gabriel come back, or perhaps it was because he'd been the only one who ever challenged his beliefs and made him see how it really was for him. Or perhaps he was simply lonely. Arija supposed it was the latter.
What ever, the reason he did come back and they had become friends and later lovers as he discovered the Vampire Priest was gay. He really wasn't surprised as he knew most priests were gay, or had a strong inclination to be. What did surprise him was the way he made love. What started loving and gentle often turned to a rough overwhelming animalistic passion, a need to dominate and take. It was, however, fueled by love and his vampiric needs. Arija discovered that Vampires were passionate beings when it came to emotional things. They tended to throw themselves into things whole heartedly, especially when it came to love and pleasure.
Vampires, he discovered, unlike humans, rarely engaged in random sex or short term relationships unless they are hunting. Arija discovered that for a vampire there was no greater pleasure then taking a life at the high point of love making. However this was a pleasure Gabriel would not allow himself. Arija hoped however this would change. He wanted Gabriel to take him, bury his fangs deep into his neck and guide him to death while they made love. He wanted Gabriel to have the pleasure he denied himself, while granting Arija what he always wanted, death.
His small thin, frame, was neither elegant nor attractive. His eyes were the color of dirty water with flecks of pond scum. His brown hair was impossible and forever a tangled rat's nest of unruly curls. He didn't understand why someone like Gabriel would be interested in him, save for the fact he was lonely. "Why are you staring at me?" Gabriel asked startling him back to the present. "What?" Gabriel raised his brows. "You have been staring at me for the past five minutes and I was wondering why." Arija shifted, "I was just thinking." Gabriel sat up, about what? Your next book?" His sarcasim was biting. "No, I was thinking about how we met.' Gabriel nodded, "I see."
Arija sat down on the edge of the couch and looked around the small room. The he laid down and Gabriel turned on his side to make room for him. "Gabe, what do you see when you look at me?" Gabriel looked at him thoughtfully for a moment. `I see a delicate man who hides behind a wall. Someone who hurts and has drawn,away from the world to hide in a prison of his own making. A man who both loves and hates the prison he has created for himself. He is too frightened to leave, so he paces as a caged lion will until there is nothing there and the walls are to high to look over or leave. He has made no door so no one can enter and he can not leave, and in his prison he will live until he dies or another knocks down those walls and liberates him."
Arija pulled away a little startled by such a true analysis of himself. "No I mean what do I look like to you?" Gabriel ran his hands through his hair. "You are delicate like Victorian lace, with hazel eyes that remind me of a forest. Your hair is the color of wet sand by the ocean at nightfall." Arija smiled, "You should be the writer, not me."
Gabriel laughed, "No I have no interest in writing." He played with the curls of Arija's hair and hugged him. "Ah, what a couple we make." Arija nodded in agreement, "Where did you want to go?" Gabriel shook his head, "Right now there is no place I would rather be then right here with you." Arija smiled and snuggled up to Gabriel. He unbuttoned his white shirt and sucked on Gabriel's nipple. "Someone is frisky." Gabriel observed pushing his hair back from his face. "No I just like the intimacy of laying here with you and playing around." Gabriel slid his hand along the inside of Arija's thigh and caressed him. "I like it too." Arija lifted his knee and rested it on Gabriel's hip, to give him better access.
Gabriel caressed him more. "Will you let me have some of you?" Arija nodded. "Of course you can. I would never say you couldn't." Gabriel smiled, "I am glad, that you trust me like that." Arija did not reply Instead he buried his head in his lover's chest and sucked his nipple. Biting him hard he pressed against his lover's sex, pleased to hear a soft groan from the Vampire. Gabriel rolled over Arija and pulled his shirt off a little roughly. Pulling his pants down he allowed Arija to remove them completely. Then he scooped him up as if he weighed no more than a little child and carried him to their room. Laying him down on the bed he pulled off his shirt, and undid his pants. Slipping out of them he laid down beside Arija. He stayed there only briefly as he then got up and moved over him.
Looking up at his lover Arija felt a tingle of excitement go through him. It seemed to him, that each time they made love things went a little further then they had before. It excited him to know Gabriel was loosing his restraint. Perhaps this time it would be for good; Perhaps tonight he would be unable to stop himself and would take him while they made love. Oh, he could only hope. Reaching up he caressed him gently fondling his balls and his sex. Gabriel's sex was cool, not cold, as one would expect, but plesently cold. It brought images of making love to a freshly dead person, or one who was dying. Arija shifted as his lover pulled his hand away and leaned down to kiss him. His sharp fangs grazing his tongue, which Arija pressed against them, tempting his lover.
Gabriel's kisses were deep and passionate as he ran the rough velvet of his tongue through the confines of his mouth. Arija sucked on his tongue gently, while Gabriels hands explored his body touching and caressing every inch of him. Arija closed his eyes moaning, he arched against the hands, that were bringing him such pleasure. Gabriel pinched him not so gently and pinned his hands to his sides. Arija did not fight fight him, but laid beneith him. His hazel eyes watched him as he fondled his nipples, his hand lightly grazing his chest as they travelled from there to his sex. He caressed it and firmly taking it in had he stroked it. Arija groaned pushing up against his hand only to be pushed back and held forcefully down.
Arija's hands were then pulled and held above his head as Gabriel forced his tongue into Arija's mouth licking the sides and roof of his mouth. He bit his lip drawing blood, he sucked on it moaning softly he licked at the wound, ingnoring the sharp intake of air, from Arija, he continued. He fondled him gently and then with increased roughness as his desires unfolded. Moaning softly Arija encouraged Gabriel's roughness and Gabriel responded pressing his fingers into him he bit and licked his nipples.
Moving up he kissed Arija and positioned himself over him., and Arija prepared himself for what came next. Relaxing his body he pushed out when Gabriel entered him roughly and violently. Arija gasped crying out as at that moment Gabriel pressed his fangs into his neck. He could feel his blood gush out and knew in an instant that this was different and he smiled. Gabriel's bite was lower and deeper, and he moved as he sucked sliding himself in and almost out of his body quickly. Arija moaned softly, his pleasure builing, he became light headed, his lover became more gentle, but the rate at which he sucked neither increased or diminished.
As He was sliding under the effects of unconsciousness he felt his Lovers pace quicken. He gone by the time he peaked and and released his cool seed into him. Gabriel laid his dead lover on the bed and looked at him. Gently closing his eyes he kissed him "I told you once long ago I was sent to end your evil ways. For a long time I thought I was until tonight. You proved to me you never would change. I gave you what you wanted. Goodnight my Arija good night." Gabriel dressed then and picked the body up. Carrying it to the near by cemetary he placed it in a mosuleum in a cement casket and closed the lid. "Rest in Peace Love." |
nifty | Kelly wasn't sure who started it. But it was years ago, long before the three of them had graduated and moved on to their respective pursuits.
Gary was a few states away at a State University and Alan was only a few hundred miles away already working at a major computer company.
Kelly lay on his bed thinking about the years gone by and the unique close friendship the three of them had back then.
He feared they would loose touch as life took each of them to schools, cities, family events and activities away from each other.
He cherished those years full of childhood changes, struggling studies, peers influences, teacher demanding, parents controlling and unknown future.
Video games, skateboarding and watching one's body change in a bedroom mirror took most of their times.
Comparing sprouting body hair and developing muscles became part of their friendship born years before on the little league playing fields.
They confided in each other about life frustrations, inquiries about things others seemed to know about, their own self consciousness and doubts and fear of the future decisions they'd have to make that would mould their lives.
And they celebrated each home run, good report card, individual achievement and birthday.
Kelly knew he wasn't the first to oblige and wasn't sure if he was the first to be given the special birthday gift.
His first birthday that it happened, he tried to push Gary away. But he collapsed on the bed and let one of his best friends treat him to a pleasure that previously he had only done himself.
When he confided to Alan, his other friend laughed and said Gary beat him to it and arrived an hour later to add his hand to the Birthday celebration.
Until then he had masturbated incessantly and wondered if he had a problem. Gary told him he did the same thing and Alan nodded too. They began to make a game of it bragging how many times a day they did it.
They wondered if waking in the middle of the night to do it meant they had a problem. But again each assured the other he wasn't the only one.
They began to share sessions, watching each other's bodies squirm, writhe and explode. Games were invented to match speed, distance and volume.
The birthday gift was something different. It seemed to emphasize that only they were allowed to give it to each other. They knew that someday there would be another person in each of their lives to share sexual desire and satisfaction but it would never mean the same thing as their birthday gift to each other.
So when Gary's birthday happened, there was no question whether Kelly should reciprocate. Alan came by the house and the two of them went over to help Gary celebrate.
And like Gary, Alan too lay back and enjoyed his friends' treatment.
Each year the three found different ways to celebrate. Hands, gloves, fingers inserted and even mouths pleased whichever birthday boy was the target of their friendship.
Nobody talked about what it meant. It wasn't perceived as being gay or not. It was just their special close friendship that annually was sealed with an intimacy that they never discussed with anyone and rarely between themselves.
But every year, each one's birthday arrived and each knew their friends would be there.
"So where are you?" Kelly said into the phone that had Gary's face on it when the call came in.
"Shit man still here, can't get away, I guess I'll owe you when I do come" he said `I'm lucky my birthday's in the summer when we're all home. What about Alan?"
"He's here" Gary said with a sigh.
"Shit, bastard! He said he'd wait," Gary revealed they had discussed Kelly's birthday.
"Is he uh you know..."
"Yep, as we speak" Kelly said.
"Got a camera on that phone?" Gary asked.
Kelly smiled wide "Yeah, wanna see?"
He fingered the menu and the camera was soon capturing and sending to Gary the image of Alan sucking Kelly's birthday boner.
"Shit yea" Gary could be heard. Kelly suspected his friend was jacking while he watched. "This is great"
Kelly knew a new tradition had been born. Phone cameras would be sending birthday celebration images for years to come no matter where the three best friends would be from now on.
He smiled knowing that he was very lucky to have two close friends like Alan and Gary and knew he'd make sure they felt the same. |
nifty | Copyright 2005 by Luc Milne <lucmilne@telus.net> All Rights Reserved. Downloading one copy for personal enjoyment allowed.
THE SUGARING by Luc Milne
Seth awoke from a dream of waving grass in a sunlit meadow to find a warm hand, not his own, pleasuring the shaft of his morning-stiff rod . "If that ain't your hand, Rob, then your sister Lizzie must have grown up real fast since my last visit," he growled, arching his back so that his rump ground into the body spooned against him. Rob's room was a sort of lean-to attached to the family's log house and it was so cold his breath fogged: he snuggled even deeper into the bedcovers. March in the Vermont of 1865 could be frosty, as if spring still hadn't decided that it wanted to stay around yet.
"How's my man-milking coming along?" Rob whispered into Seth's ear. "Am I getting better at it?"
"Yep, I seem to have taught you real good" answered Seth, "but shut your mouth now and do your chores."
Rob pressed closer to his friend's lean body, gripping the long root harder, tugging the loose skin down over the plump crown and rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger before pulling it slowly back over the flaring ridge. He felt an exciting stickiness on his fingers and he thrust forward with his own knob against Seth's bare arse.
"I don't mind your little dogie nosing into my bum, Robbie, but you keep him out of my chute. Just concentrate on your milking. You're getting to be a real little milkmaid." Seth felt Rob pull away, when he said "milkmaid", and roll over, taking some of the quilt with him. "Don't stop now, Robbie," he pleaded, turning, so that it was his hard tool that probed against soft globes, "you were just staring to get my butter churned up proper."
"I'm not your 'little milkmaid' Seth. You know I don't want you saying that I'm like a woman."
Seth gave a silent groan and began to stroke his bed mate's flank. Gradually his hand moved around and fondled Robbie's pecker, which just fit into his palm like a cow's soft teat. He didn't care much for milking a man's nipple because as far as he was concerned any kind of milking was strictly women's work, but Rob was a skittish fella and had to be joshed along.
"Come on, you know I was just funnin' you. No milkmaid could squeeze a cock like you do. It takes a man to do it right" He forced Rob's body back around toward him so that they looked into each other's face. Seth saw the shine in his friend's brown eyes, and he brought his nose right up to Rob's, nuzzling him, their lips just a breath away from kissing. But when he felt the younger man's head start to close the distance, he slid his face off to the side, letting his rough, whisker-shadowed cheek rub against Rob's smoother one.
Rob sighed resignedly and reached down for the thick handle of flesh jutting from the groin opposite. His own cock began to firm up under Seth's thrumming hand. He brought the head of his friend's meat to his own and rubbed the sticky tips together. Seth took his hand away from the cock he was squeezing idly, so that his comrade could take over. Rob knew what Seth liked. He pulled the thick foreskin of Seth's pipe down over his own smaller rod and pumped the flesh-connected tubes vigorously. They climaxed together, their comings mixing in the cavity of Seth's long skin. Rob let his cock slip free, pressing Seth's loose flesh firmly between his fingers to keep the creamy mixture inside, and ducked beneath the covers to suck out the results of his morning "chores" . In his mind Seth cringed a little. He could never get used to the idea that a man, especially a mate, could get down and eat up his spunk, like a calf drinking at its mother's tit. Still, Robbie had strummed him well, and deserved his reward.
***
Seth had come to the Carpenters for the annual March maple syrup "sugaring", the collecting of the sap to be boiled down into the sweet syrup and maple sugar so prized in all the kitchens around. He was almost nineteen years old; many men his age already had a wife and a couple of whelps by now, but somehow he could never get up an interest in the girls that his Ma would invite out to the house for dinner after the long Sunday morning church services in the village Meeting House. His Ma took to telling people that he was "shy" and just needed a good woman to bring him out. One of the girls, Sarah Knox, had even tried. When he was taking her back, in the little two-wheeled cart, to her family's farm on a warm Sunday afternoon the previous summer, she'd let her hand drop onto his thigh. It laid there like a dead fish for the best part of an hour, until she sighed and drew it back into her own lap.
Seth's mother told her husband she was worried about him. She was afraid there was something wrong with her son. Her father told her to hush up. "He'll find the right mare to mount one of these days. He's got a good hang on him--you've seen it yourself on bath nights. The truth is, I'll bet some of these fillies around here have already got a taste of that meat." But his mother had left the room. She always did when her husband started talking smutty that way.
Now Seth and Robert were on their way into the sugarbush, the stand of maple trees some distance from the Carpenter cabin. Seth's lanky body, with its mane of blonde hair, and Robert's smaller wiry one with its cap of brown curls seemed a perfect match of opposites, as they pulled a sled with barrels and buckets on it. There was still lots of snow on the ground. The sugaring camp had already been set up by Robert's father, and the best trees were already tapped with sumac spiles that had been hollowed out with a hot wire. They would spend two days and nights in the sugarbush, collecting the buckets that the sap dripped into at each tree, and cooking it down in the kettles that had been set up over fires in the boiling area.
The two young men worked hard all day long. In the evening, after a good supper Robert's mother had packed into their food satchel, they settled down in the shelter they had built: a tent of sapling poles and spruce boughs. Snuggled into their nest of fragrant spruce limbs, they lay spooned closely until Robert felt Seth's lumber begin to harden against his bum. Seth reached into the satchel he had stowed in the shelter and dipped his fingers into the little crock of butter provided for their bread. It was a creamy white, because the cow was still eating the winter hay. He slicked the swelling knob of his cock with the grease; then brought his fingers to the soft brown ring of Robbie's arse. He circled around the tender flesh with an ever increasing pressure, until Robbie began to hum deeply on each outgoing breath. Then Seth pressed his moist thumb up into the quivering muscle and on through into the warmth beyond: his slick palm fitted up into the smooth vee of Robert's crutch and his butter-fingers stoked the pliant sack of the boy's nuts. Seth had never penetrated Robbie's bud before, but now, in the spicy fragrance of their hideaway, after a long day together in the hard but satisfying labor of sugaring, it seemed the most natural thing in the world to do . He moved the head of his cock in the warm cleft and nosed it gently against the softness there. "Let me take you, Robbie, let me push my yard into you." In answer Robert thrust back into the hard invader, opening, gripping, taking the first hurt readily, with joy. Seth began to pump slowly. Pressing his lips against the back of Robbie's neck, he murmured hoarsely, "Oh, Robbie, let me in. Let me in deeper, let me ride you." His thrusting became harder and faster; he crushed the younger man beneath him, forcing a grunting breath out of him with every plunge. He felt his seed begin to collect at the base of his root and his body began to shudder uncontrollably. "Oh, sweetheart, I'm going to spend in you...It's coming...Oh, sweetheart, my sweet Robbie, going to fill you...now!"
Robert felt a warm liquid rush, deep inside him. "Sweetheart" Seth had called him. "Sweetheart". His life was fulfilled, his joy, complete. Seth made no move to bring Robert's cock to climax, but Robert understood. He didn't need that. His lover's happiness was enough.
***
The early morning light found Seth lying on his back with Robert nestled in the crook of his arm beside him. Coming out of a heavy, dreamless sleep, Seth took Robert's hand and moved it down to his morning cockstand. "Get to your chores," he mumbled to the sleepy boy and soon, under his friend's slow pull, hot milk bubbled up over the squeezing fist. When he felt Robert start to move down to take his drink, he kept him from it, pressing his mate's lips against the raspy skin of his throat, where Robbie moved his tongue in slow circles as the cock in his hands drooled out its last ribbon of cream.
"That's enough now, little milkboy," he said, pulling Robert's hand off his teat, "you've pressed me dry. But don't worry, my bags will be full again for your evening chores."
During the crisp spring morning they continued the work of the sugaring. The fires had to be built up again, and the three big kettles kept on a constant boil. In the first one, the thin unflavored sap was cooked heavily to release the excess of water, which came off in an acrid steam. Then the thickening liquid was poured into the second kettle where it simmered, with constant stirring to keep it from scorching. In this kettle the table syrup was made. And, finally some of the thickened syrup was drawn off and put into the third kettle over a low fire where it was stirred until it turned into maple sugar with its heady, mouth-watering sweetness.
At midday they ate the last of the dried apples and the last of the sharp cheese. They smiled knowingly at each other as they dipped into the crock for butter to spread on their bread, and Seth even spread some on his fingers and held them up to Robert's mouth for him to suck and lick. For dessert, they dribbled thick hot syrup from a spoon into a patch of clean snow, then chewed greedily on the sweet taffy lumps. Later, Seth crawled into the shelter for a nap, while Robert went off into the bush on a secret errand . In the afternoon, after they had done the rest of the day's sap-collecting, Robert told Seth he had something he wanted him to see . "If it's your arsehole, partner," joked Seth, "I think I'll wait for nightfall. That's not something I want to look at in the daytime."
"No, you lumberhead, it's something prettier than that, I guarantee." He took Seth's arm and they walked down a little trail deeper into the sugarbush. Finally they came to a small, natural clearing. Robert was excited. "This is it," he said breathlessly.
"I see," drawled Seth, "and just what is it that I'm looking at here except for some trampled-down snow and a few straggly weed stalks?"
"This is our house," Robert shouted. He ran forward and paced around the outline that he had trodden down earlier in the snow, to create the floor plan for a big cabin. "I came on it last summer, just after you started me on my 'milking chores'. This is where we'll build our cabin. I know my father will give me the land. See, the big fireplace can go here in this middle wall, and it can open on two sides and we can have a separate room for our double bed right here, and still have the warmth of the fire at night."
Seth stared at Robert. "Are you loco, boy? Did your Pa's old mule kick you in your head? I ain't going to live in a house with you. Two men don't build their own cabin in the woods and settle down in it like sweethearts."
"But they do," Robert insisted. "There's those two over by Little Creek. They have a nice place and they run their farm really well. My father says so. He's been over there and visited them."
"Robert," Seth cried, disgusted, "you know what my Pa calls those two? He calls them 'molly men'." It was an old-fashioned word for effeminates and buggers, but still good as the currency of insult in places like America and Canada. "They're like two old maids," Seth sneered, "they've probably got bumholes as big as pork barrels. Everybody knows they lift their shirts for each other."
"My mother says they're just bachelors who couldn't find the right sort of wives, " countered Robert. "There's nothing wrong with not getting married."
"It's not their not getting married that matters," argued Seth, hotly, "it's their getting arse-poked in the same county with decent folks like your family and mine. I'm plumb flabbergasted at you Robbie, thinking that you and me could hitch up like a couple eunuchs and play house in the woods. Come on let's get back to the sugar kettles before I sock you one in the gut." He started back toward the sugaring camp with Robert trailing miserably behind. Just at the edge of the clearning Seth's eye was caught by a fresh scar in one of the tree trunks.
It was a heart carved in the bark with the inscription "R.C. LOVES S.A!"
"What in the name of beelzebub is this Robbie? Did you carve this horseshit thing here?" He was so angry his body trembled as he stared at the boy standing petrified behind him . "I...I just thought it would be a souvenir, Seth...something to remember and laugh about when we built our house."
"I'd better not ever see it here again," Seth snarled. "You get your axe and chop it away, you hear?" He turned and stalked off . Robert followed, mocked by his own fear, ashamed that he didn't have the stones to tell Seth to chop it out himself, if he thought it was such a blemish on the forest. Back at the kettles Mr. Carpenter and two of Robert's sisters had come to deliver some food for the evening and to take back on their sled any of the barrels that were filled, so there was no chance for further communication between the two men. But Seth's scowl lasted all afternoon, and by the time the rest of the family had gone, Robert wondered if he would ever see his comrade's sly grin and that sardonic, challenging look in his eyes again . A long tense evening of silence followed, until it was time to bed down in the shelter. It was too cold to lay apart, and after a few minutes of shivering, Seth finally turned to Robert and roughly drew him into an embrace, sharing their body warmth. Little by little the heat of their closeness seemed to melt the chill in their hearts. Rob could feel that familiar luxurious lump of Seth's club lengthen against his ass. Memories of the previous night's glorious sensations flooded Robbie's mind. He took one of Seth's hands from its grasp on his chest and moved it down to his own rising member. But instead of the soft pulling that usually amounted to Seth's sole caress on his cock, the bigger man grabbed him harshly and ground his hand painfully down against Robert's eggs. He cried out and tried to pull the hand away, but Seth continue to maul his crutch and Robbie felt the iron shaft at his ass swell even harder.
"You want to be my molly boy, do you?" rasped Seth, "you want to play the girly to my meat--take my sugarstick down your throat, lick up my spunk with your lady lips?" He ground his fist even harder against Robbie's groin, making him whimper with pain. "Shall I make you into my eunuch right now, Robbie?...Squash your little oysters till they pop?"
Seth pulled Robert flat onto the ground and straddled his chest, pulling out his rammer and his stones so they hung down on Robbie's face. Robbie tried to move his head to one side, but Seth gripped his cheeks with his calloused hands and squeezed his lips open, like a gasping fish, then brutally plunged his cock to the back of Robbie's throat gagging him, making him heave and writhe beneath the heavy weight on his arms and upper chest. With strength he didn't know he had, he pushed Seth's body off him and rolled away, scrambling on hands and knees toward the dying fire in front of the shelter . But Seth caught him by one ankle and pulled him back. Then, seeming to have another idea, Seth stood, taking Robbie's ankles in his hands, and dragged him over to the sugar kettles still warm from the coals heaped up beneath them. "Let's give you a real sugarpop to lick" Seth growled as he knelt again over Robbie's face. He had picked up a wooden ladle hanging from a stake in the ground beside the middle kettle, the one with the table syrup for porridge or pancakes bubbling in it. He dipped the ladle into the syrup, then tested it with his finger. "It's cooled down enough to eat," he said, and he poured a thick stream of it over his cock and down onto his nuts, letting some of it drip onto Robbie's face staring up, fearfully, from beneath. "Now, lick your syrup up, like a good little molly," he crowed, laughing as he rubbed the sticky red plum of his penis over the boy's lips and up into his nostrils. He hitched his body forward a little and let his syrupy balls rub against Robbie's mouth, finally taking his fingers and stuffing them both into the boy's cheeks so they puffed out like a squirrel's. The sweet liquour on the cock was leaking into Robbie's eyes, gluing them shut and he began to feel faint from a lack of air. Seth took this relaxing of the body beneath him as a sign that the boy was beginning to enjoy his torment, and somehow that made him even angrier. He flipped the boy over, pulled down Robert's breeches and rammed his pulsing meat into his bunghole. The stickiness of the syrup created a clinging, gripping suction as he buggered his "molly" . Robert refused to cry out, taking the punishment with grunts and gasps until he felt Seth spurt his scum into the maple-sweet hole. Seth fell heavily onto Robert's back, letting the last spasms of his rod die away. "Is that what you want, molly boy?" he said between breaths. "Is that what you want us to do in our little house in the big woods? Want me to breed you with my sugarstick, give you a little sugarbaby? Tell me, Robbie...no, tell me Roberta. That's what I'll call you now. My sweet little sugarcunt Roberta."
The syrup that pasted Robert's eyelids shut melted in the hot salt tears that trickled down his face, which was dotted with bits of snow and dirt that had been ground into it.
Seth got up and walked to the edge of the clearing. He took his penis in hand and began to piss. When he finished, he pulled Robert up by the back of his collar and dragged him over to see what he had done. There, in yellow script, the words Rob loves Seth were frozen into the snow.
***
By mid-afternoon of the next day they were on their way back to the Carpenter farm pulling a sled loaded with a barrel of table syrup and another of maple sugar. Sugaring was over. At the house, Robert's mother looked curiously at the sticky, smudged face of her son. She teased them about getting their faces down into the syrup kettles to lick them out, and she poured some hot water in a bowl so they could wash up. Seth said he had to get back home, and he left, carrying a small tin of sugar and a little barrel of sweetening in a canvas bag over his shoulder, his payment for helping with the sugaring.
Rob walked him as far as the edge of the house clearing so none of the family would notice that anything was wrong . "I'm sorry, Seth," he said, although he hated himself for apologizing because he didn't know what he had to apologize for.
"I'm sorry too, Robbie." Seth looked almost as if he were going to cry now. "I don't know what got into me. I didn't mean to hurt you. I know you're a good mate and I hope we can still be chums."
"We'll see," replied Robbie. "I've got to think a few things out first." He held out his hand. Seth reached eagerly forward and shook it. Then they found themselves stuck together when they tried to pull apart. They laughed and Robbie saw in Seth's eyes a hint of that old teasing seductiveness he loved so much.
"You've got a real sweet hand, partner. I've got a big slab of taffy that you can pull with it any time you've got a mind to." Seth turned and walked away, raising his hand high in a wave, without looking back, as he entered the woods.
***
Rob knocked timidly on the door of the small cabin. It was getting dark and he'd walked several miles to get there. When the door was opened, he found himself looking into the plain, honest face of Edward, one of the "molly men" that people of the area snickered about . "Robert! Why, come in." He turned to speak to someone else in the room. "John, it's young Robert Carpenter. What brings you here, lad?" he asked drawing the young fellow into the snug one-room house. "Is there something wrong at home? Do your parents need our help?"
"No, no, it's not anything like that," Robert replied quickly. "I just...I just thought that maybe...that maybe I'd come for a visit." He looked toward the bright fireplace. Standing beside one of the two wooden armchairs facing each other across the hearth was John, the other "molly", a short, thick-set man with a broad face, full, long hair, and a bushy beard that reached to the middle of his chest.
"Come in, Robert, we're always happy to have visitors--don't get many in these parts," John said, gesturing for him to sit down by the fire. "Edward, ladle out a bowl of your good stew for our young friend. He looks a little peaked."
They both moved easily about and made him comfortable, as if he'd been there many times before and had arrived for an eagerly expected call.
Finally, his innards warmed by the stew and his brain fired up by a cup of potent cider, he began to try to explain why he had come. It was embarrassing, almost shameful, even, to have to describe his feelings for Seth, to relate the troubling events of the last few days. And all the while he knew that he could be making a horrible mistake, that they might rise up and throw him out the door, calling him a sodomite, angry that he should think they wanted to hear about such things.
But the "molly men" listened intently and prompted him with gentle questions when he came to images that seemed to inimate to relate. At last he came to a stop in his sad litany and just sat, looking at them with forlorn eyes.
"And how can we help you, Robert? What did you expect two strange old bachelors like us could do for you and Seth?" asked John quietly. "I thought maybe you could tell me what to do," Robert replied, realizing how pathetic that sounded.
John look at his mate, then back at Robbie. "Nobody can tell you what to do, lad," he said sadly. "Edward and I were lucky. We never doubted that we belonged together and neither one of us has ever abused the other the way you say Seth has treated you." He went on to tell how they had been the sons of neighbors on adjacent Connecticut farms, how they had been bed mates, not for maple sugaring, but for harvesting, one week at one farm just before the full September moon, and one week at the other, just after the full moon. Those two weeks had sealed their love for each other and they had declared their intention to set up house together as "bachelors". To escape the anger and loathing of their families they came to Vermont where they knew they were objects of disgust and ridicule, but where people pretty much left them alone to live their lives as they wanted. "So, you see," John finished, "about all we can say to you is that you and Seth have to know so certainly that the two of you belong together, that you're willing to give up everything this world thinks is important in order to live your two lives as one."
There was a long silence, broken only by the crackling and shifting of the logs burning down to embers in the fireplace. Robert looked up and said hesitantly "I was wondering if I could sleep here with the two of you tonight."
"You mean sleep with us in our bed?" asked Edward . "Yes, if you'd let me. I'd like to feel a man's body against mine tonight." He held Edward's gaze, steadily.
Edward cut his eyes toward his comrade and shook his head slightly. John cleared his throat and spoke for the two of them. "I'm sorry Robert, I'm afraid that just isn't possible. Edward and I are true mates, we're as good as married, in fact. And we're loyal to each other in every way. It just wouldn't be a good idea to bring a handsome, well-set up fellow like you into our bed. In the end it would only cause trouble."
"I understand," Robert muttered as he got clumsily to his feet, preparing to go back out into the cold night for the long walk home. "I should never have asked such a thing."
"Now, now, Robbie" cried Edward, "you're not leaving. Of course you're going to stay here with us tonight. We'll bed you down in front of the fire. You'll be right snug here, and we'll be just over there in the corner keeping watch over you."
So he let himself be bundled into warm blankets and rested his head on a pillow fragrant with bedstraw as he drifted into a deep sleep
In the early morning light that filtered through the one window of the cabin, he woke to a muffled sound from the bed in the corner. He could make out the shapes of the two men's bodies spooned against each other and he knew from their movements that they were making love. After they both stiffened and then groaned in the pleasure of their spending, one of them turned to the other, and he could see that it was John who had "played the woman" to Edward's thrusting, even though to his eyes it had seemed that Edward was the "wife" of the marriage. He realized then how pointless those terms were when it came to men loving each other. If only he could help Seth to understand that simple truth. Then he saw how the two men kissed deeply and how they fell asleep again, their faces inches from each other, breathing into each other's mouth.
What a fool he had been! Seth would never kiss him like that. Seth would never give up his precious "manliness," never treat him like a lover . He rose silently, put on his boots, wrapped up warmly in his coat and muffler and crept out of the house. On the walk home in the bitter March morning air he felt something hard hit against his leg in his coat pocket. He reached in and pulled out a small book. Inside on the fly leaf was written
to Robert from Edward and John these are some poems written by one of our chums we hope they help you understand why each of us has to make his own decisions, secure in the knowledge that his brothers are with him.
He opened to the title page: The Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman. He turned to the first poem strangely titled "Song of Myself". He read:
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good as belongs to you.
He quickly closed the book and thrust it back into his pocket, as if he'd been caught reading something he shouldn't. Dazed, he walked a little further. He realized that his life's journey had come to an important fork in the road. On one side there was a well-beaten lane to familiar things: a house, a wife and children, and neighbor named Seth who had his own house and wife and children, and who came from time to time to help with the maple sugaring or the harvest, but who never spoke of the spring of 1856. On the other side there was a dark, forbidding track leading back toward Boston, where his family had come from over sixteen years ago when he was just a baby, and maybe even further, back across the ocean to England where his grandfather had come from before the War for Independence. It didn't occur to him that he could go further West: no, his choice was either here, or back to the life of towns and cities where he might find the true song of himself among other of his own kind.
He paused, lost in thought, beside the line of maple trees that marked the beginning of the sugarbush. He breathed in deeply: there was a sickening, familiar sweetness in the air. In truth there wasn't any choice at all.
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Seth awoke from a dream in which he seemed to wade endlessly through a pond of amber maple syrup toward an indistinct figure on the far shore. His wife Sarah snored gently beside him; his two daughters coughed and sniffled in their bunk, and the baby began to fret in his cradle. It was late March and he would get away this morning for three days, going to the Carpenter farm to help the old man with the maple sugaring. Last year Robert's father had silently passed him a letter sent by their son from London, England. It was a bland, almost formal note written on heavy, cream colored paper with his name embossed on the top of the sheet:
ROBERT CARPENTER, ESQUIRE
He enquired about his parents' health, asked after his brothers and sisters, and briefly apologized for "running away" four years earlier. There was nothing about his work, nothing about where or how he lived, nothing about friends. Just at the end he requested that his best regards be given to Seth Adams "my old maple syrup comrade." Seth had to give the letter back to the old man, but those words froze in his mind, like dregs of hot sweet liquor thrown into the snow: his maple syrup comrade!
This year, he would, as always, walk to the clearing where Robbie had paced out their "home". He would sit smoking his pipe beneath the tree where Robbie had carved the heart with the inscription "R.C. loves S.A." Every year he intended to gouge it out of the bark so no one would ever see it, but every year he left it there, a reminder of things that might have been.
When he came back from the sugaring he would tell his wife once and for all that he was going to sign on with the Vermont Volunteers. He'd heard that even John and Edward, the ones he used to call the "molly men," were joining up. It was 1861. There was a war on now and he was going to help the Union Army free the slaves.
But in his heart he knew that he just wanted to get away--to find once again the company, the comradeship, the sweet love of men. |
literotica | Title: Before Company
Tags: worship, mouth, doggy style, couple, hetero, kiss, ass
She stands naked on the carpet in the middle of the room. I stand in the doorway, awaiting orders.
"You can come in," she says. "After you take your clothes off. And you're coming in on your hands and knees."
I comply. Sweater and t-shirt over my head. Pants down, shaken off the legs. Quick tugs at the socks. Underwear pulled off and tossed aside in one fluid motion. I get down on the floor.
"Approach. But be slow about it."
I do.
I get to her. And now I need to come clean. The instructions are pro forma, part of the game. I know what to do. Hearing them has been part of the fun. But I don't need them, not at this part.
I lower myself even further from my hands and knees, on the floor to her left. Her feet are in front of me; in yoga you'd say she is in Mountain pose. I glance up. There's a second of eye contact that's free of pretense. And then she nods and her face reassumes the Mistress aspect. I must begin.
I kiss the top of her left foot. And again. And again, moving around the surface as I do it. My left arm supports me, but my right hand is free to reach around and hold her ankle. The top of her foot is the main focus, but each toe gets an individual kiss with the tiniest bit of suction. After the left foot has gotten its due, I creep around radially on my belly to be able to reach her right foot, and commence kissing.
As I work my lips on the tops of her feet, I feel myself swell. I was careful, when settling down, to arrange for my cock to be pointing towards my head, so that the sensitive underside is on the carpet. By the time I move to her other foot, I am involuntarily working my hips a little, rubbing myself on the carpet as I work.
Feet finished, I angle myself up and kiss her ankles. First right, then left. Every few kisses involve some tongue; her ankles taste faintly of soap with a hint of salt. My hand slides slowly up and down her calves as I kiss her ankles.
And then up to her calves. She has strong calves. She spends a lot of time on her feet, and is active, and her calves curve wonderfully as a result. I worship them with my mouth.
Her knees. On each side, I kiss the front first, at the center of the kneecap, and then move around to pay homage to the more intimate flesh of the backs. By now, I'm sitting up on my knees, no longer performing frottage on the carpet. My erect cock juts out like a sword, and while Mistress won't let me keep it against her the entire time, I make sure to accidentally brush the head against her ankles as much as I can. My new position also leaves both of my hands free to do advance work, so I press them into her thighs, working my way up slowly. The area around her pussy is off limits for this game, but her ass is fair game, and I make my way slowly.
My lips follow my hands upwards. By the time my hands are on the curves where the backs of her thighs become the bottom of her ass, I am kissing the front of her thighs, working inward as close to her pussy as she'll let me. She stands impassively, for the most part (I know that, if I could see her face clearly, I'd see her eyes shut now and then, and her lips work themselves; but I can't see these things except in my mind's eye). The exception is when I move my mouth too close to the forbidden zone, which gets me a firm hand on top of my head and - once - the kind of "no" you give a dog that is jumping on people.
Her pussy is off limits, but her ass is emphatically not so. So as I work my way up, I reposition so that I'm on my knees directly behind her. My hands are on her ass cheeks, alternating between squeezing and caressing. Each cheek gets a few kisses, but I quickly move to the top of her crevice and then kiss my way downward, spending more time at each successive increment, kissing and licking and burying my face between her cheeks. Until I reach her asshole. My hands each now pulling a cheek outwards, and her moving her feet apart slightly and bending forward a little, I worship with my lips and tongue. I feel her weight shift and glance up to see that her hands are now on her nipples, her fingers moving slowly back and forth. I work my tongue, also sliding the head of my cock back and forth on the back of her knee, leaving a little trail of pre-come.
But her asshole is just a way station. I stop - with difficulty - and, keeping my hands on her cheeks a bit longer, move up to kiss the small of her back. I reach around now from her ass cheeks to her belly, and then move myself around to kiss the roundness of her belly. We haven't completely done away with the Mistress pretense, but her hands are now on top of my head, working through my hair, and there's no discipline for the fact that my cock is now in constant moving contact with her legs.
Her belly! It's different from the wonder of her asshole, but just a different kind of wonderful. I kiss my way around it, now moving my hands around her lower back and still detouring down to her ass cheeks. Lacking access to her pussy, I make mouth-love to her bellybutton. Her hips now rock back and forth slightly as I proceed.
A brief lacuna on her upper belly, but staying there for very long takes more discipline than I have when her breasts are right there above. I kiss their undersides from below, but again, that is just a way station. Breasts were designed to go into mouths in a certain way, and who am I to question that. On my knees but upright, I kiss and suckle her right nipple, my hand meeting hers on the left. Her hips still rock into me, and my cock slides up and down the fronts of her thighs.
I move my mouth to her left nipple, hands to her right. Her hands work through my hair. She whimpers.
But this is too much focus on the front. After the proper homage has been paid to her tits, I rise up from my knees to my feet and walk around behind her. I kiss the spot in her upper back above and between her shoulder blades where her spine starts to curve forward into the back of her neck, then moving my attention out in a set of loose spirals out towards her shoulders. My arms go around her, my fingers lightly grazing the nipples that are still wet from my mouth. Her left arm reaches back to place her hand on my ass; her right reaches down towards her pussy, and her hand is busy. As I kiss, I'm pressed against her with my upwards-pointed cock nestled between her ass cheeks, sliding up and down a little as I move. God, I want to come on her back, but I can't. Shortcuts anger Mistress.
I step back around to the front. Her neck. I stoop slightly and angle my head up to kiss her neck, a series of light kisses tracing a pattern of hummingbird wings up and down both sides of her neck. My arms are around her, loosely; she reaches down and uses me as a flesh dildo, rubbing the stiffness around in small circles on the head of her clit. She whimpers again; the Mistress act barely holds. But it holds.
And one of Mistress' rules is no face. So I cannot kiss her face, not now. But I can suck on her earlobes, and bite them. She whimpers again. Down below, as she uses me as a tool, I can feel how wet she's gotten.
"Now," she says. "Now."
I don't need to be told twice. I step around behind her and get on my knees. She steps down also onto her hands and knees in front of me, and then lowers her shoulders and head down to the ground with her ass in the air, her pussy hanging expectantly underneath it.
I pay final homage to her ass by sliding my cock up and down between her cheeks twice and then reach down to guide myself into her pussy.
Holy god.
Slide in. Slide out. Oh god. My body is filled with electricity, or at least with fuck energy. She rocks back and forth in counterpoint to me, guided partly by my hands on her hips. Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck yes. Through my cock, I feel the muscles inside her start to contract. She moans. I moan, and the electricity that's been building inside me discharges along with about a gallon of come.
We sink down onto the floor on our sides. Mistress is gone and now it's just Amy curled up spooned inside me, the backs of her thighs getting smeared with the mess we made on my cock.
"God, that was great," she says. "So what time are they getting here? I guess we should get the soup started." |
bodyinflation | Tags: Full Body Inflation, Female Inflation, Offscreen Popping, floating, infidelity, latex, revenge, The Stargazer
Text: Conrad stepped up from the ladder onto the roof. It was a warm, moonless summer night, and he thought that a little stargazing would make a perfect ending for the romantic night he'd planned with his girlfriend, Sarah. He reached down and helped her climb up into the refreshing night air.
She was a bit hesitant. It wasn't that she was cold, but Conrad had insisted she go barefoot the entire evening. And that wasn't even the strangest of his requests. At the start of the evening, he'd handed her a box and told her to go get dressed. Inside the box, she found a bodysuit made of a rather strange cloth, something like cross between latex and spandex. It was a very bright, luminous white, and shimmered in her hands as she removed it from the packing tissue. It covered her from wrist to ankle, and he had told her to wear it and nothing else. A modest request under the circumstances.
For you see, this was to be their night of reconciliation. Conrad had found out about her infidelity, and she'd do just about anything to soothe him at this point. Conrad was incredibly wealthy, as his mansion would attest. High in the hills, several miles from the nearest house, it was his little remote paradise. He'd provided her with everything her heart desired, but just didn't seem to understand that there were some men whom she simply found more attractive. Oh well, one night of passion and he'd forget all about it. She was quite confident in her abilities in that area.
There was a "pop!" behind her as she stared up at the stars in the cloudless sky. "Have a drink, dear," he cooed as he offered her a glass of bubbly. He had poured her a glass of champagne, but none for himself. Aha, he's trying to get me drunk. Fair enough, she thought as she took as sip. It was very good, the bubbles tingling as it went down her throat. She finished the glass, and he poured her another. The night was so dark, she wouldn't be able to see at all but her suit seemed to be radiating a soft white glow.
"A beautiful night, isn't it?" Conrad said. He sighed. "If only the moon were out to light the sky, it would be perfect."
The champagne was giving her a light, giddy feeling. She put her arms around him. "Oh, I think we'll manage alright." She started rubbing her firm, lovely body against his, but he seemed distracted.
"You know, Sarah, my money has always been a blessing to me. I have just about everything a man could want. My father told me that when I inherited the family fortune, I could have anything in the world." He chuckled softly. "Anything, it seems, except you." He refilled her glass.
She didn't know what kind of champagne it was, but it was very nice. It filled her belly with very warm, pleasurable sensation. And that last glass was still bubbling away inside her. Almost unconsciously, she closed her eyes and started rubbing the white fabric covering her stomach.
"Mmmmm."
"Enjoying yourself?" Conrad asked, as strange edge to his voice.
"Yes, very much," she moaned, not even noticing. "What vintage is that?"
"Oh, a very special one," he murmured. "Quite expensive, but well worth the price."
Sarah's eyes snapped open as she realized the bubbling hadn't stopped. In fact, it was growing louder. She looked at Conrad's grinning face as she felt her belly begin to bulge outward. "What's happening to me?" she gasped. In a few moments, she looked like she'd swallowed a basketball.
"I just wanted this evening to be perfect," he said, still grinning.
Sarah was speechless as her body continued to swell. Her stomach grew bigger and bigger, the swelling gradually spreading out to her arms and down through her legs. Her plumped up arms rose up, sticking straight out from her sides, then lifting slightly upward. Her expanding thighs pushed her legs apart slowly. The warm feeling spread out along with the inflation, filling her with a slightly euphoric feeling that caused her to only be distantly aware of what was happening.
"What's going on?!" Her chest inflated as well, stretching her breasts across its widening girth until they were barely discernible as two slight bulges on the massive expanse of her torso. And still she swelled, her body steadily overwhelming her limbs until just her hands and feet were visible. She lost any semblance of her former svelteness, having been transformed into a giant white orb. And now her flesh was beginning to bulge up around her head. A blissful smile spread across her lips as the sensation of pleasure grew along with the pressure that was so forcefully distending her.
Conrad gingerly ran his hand across the taut surface of her skin. The champagne was doing its work well, still bubbling away, stretching her out further, pulling her skin tighter. "I thought I had everything a man could hope for. But then I found out I didn't really have you."
Sarah moaned softly. "Why are you doing this?" She was still expanding, though she could feel her body reaching its limits.
"Well, I realized I could never have you, so I thought I'd at least have one perfect night of stargazing."
"What do you mean?" she purred. It was becoming more difficult to talk as her cheeks puffed up, her delicate face becoming full and round. Even her lips became plumper, reaching a luscious fullness. The tension felt so good, she didn't even notice that she was lifting up off of the ground.
"Don't you see?" He brought her face down to his and kissed her deliciously plump lips one last time. "You're my moon."
"What?" But she was already rising up from the roof. Sarah lazily gazed down at the receding ground as she drifted up higher and higher. She was still bubbling, still filling, growing larger, tighter. As the air pressure dropped around her, she could feel the gas inside her distend her already enormous body even further. But whatever it was that Conrad had put in that champagne tossed her concerns to a far off land. Then she heard a sound, something like the straining of stretching rubber. At first she could barely hear it over the breeze blowing across her ballooned body, but it steadily grew louder as she floated up higher, swelling up even bigger.
She thought that the miraculous white of her bodysuit was finally going to give, freeing her to blow up even further. And in her euphoria, it wasn't until the moment before a massive boom shook the night sky that Sarah realized the sound was coming from her...
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literotica | Title: How I Fell in Love Ch. 01
Tags: friends, school dance, lesbians, desire, breasts, kisses, nipples, tension, crying
I think I first realised how painfully and hopelessly I had fallen in love with her when we were both 14. At the time, we both thought we could rule the world, and actually had very similar opinions about things. I loved it when she used to tell me how we were the same and we should do things together, be a part of things that only included us because only we had the same views.
Then, I was sitting there one day in Maths class and I suddenly felt this overwhelming need to kiss her. Had we not been in a room full of horny teenage boys, or school full stop, I think I would have found it incredibly hard not to kiss her, but we were, so I couldn't. But I thought about it when I went home that night and, over the coming weeks, I discovered that I was falling for one of my best friends.
Years passed and even though I grew apart from my other friends, things never really changed with her.
We went to the same college together and then the time finally came where we had to go our separate ways to different Uni's and live apart from one another. I was distraught, to say the least at this prospect. I would never get the chance to tell her how I felt.
We had both had various boyfriends and, even though she knew I felt very close to her, I didn't really think she knew the exact depth of my feelings for her. Hell! She probably thought I was as straight as an arrow, just like everyone else did.
And then the night came for the college leavers 'do, and it didn't really matter anymore.
I decided to dress up. It was our last real night together and neither of us had dates so were kind of going with each other in a purely friends kinda way, unfortunately for me.
Lucy had always been a bit of a tomboy, I suppose. Whilst everyone else was straightening their hair and applying mascara, she brushed her fringe into some kind of organised mess and made fun out of how artificial we all were being. It's one of the things that made me love her. I used to watch her run to get the ball in Basketball with agility I could only dream of and imagined fondling her beautiful body that her sports clothes only made me want more.
So, as you can imagine, I wasn't really expecting much when I drove by her house to pick her up. Man, was that stupid of me because she must have noticed the way I was looking at her as she opened the door. My breath caught in my throat as she gazed into my eyes and it took everything I could muster to nonchalantly say 'Hi,' and tell her she had took ages to answer the door. She looked beautiful. Her hair was tied to the back of her head, apart from a few ringlets that had escaped to the front and casually framed her face. Her make up was flawless and her eyes shone brightly from behind her mascara. Her dress was long and cream coloured and glistened as it hugged against her curves in all the right places.
"Hey, ginge, nice to see you, too" she said. Ginge was what she called me - she knew it pissed me off.
"You're so funny," I told her, laying on the sarcasm thick and heavy.
"I know!" she said, smiling and batting her eyelashes in a way that honestly was a bit creepy, but just made me want to hold her in my arms and kiss her like there was no tomorrow.
We listened to the radio on the way there and she told me what a cow she thought her mum was - as per usual for her conversation and then we got there.
I was ready to settle in for an evening of watching ex-boyfriends slow dance to George Michael with their dates (ie. play tonsil tennis with hopelessly slutty girls) when I came back with our drinks but Lucy had another idea.
"Yo, ginge, let's dance" and before I knew it I was being whisked off my feet by her strong body and we were grooving away to some fast Bloc Party track.
I loved it but then the music slowed down and everyone grabbed their partner to slow dance again. I turned to go back and sit down, but she grabbed my hand and told me she wanted to slow dance, too. Well, who was I to refuse that offer?
She pulled me against her, and even though our bodies barely touched, sparks flew from me towards her. Thank God she couldn't read minds. I felt her rest her head on my shoulder and I tried to hide how sharply she made me exhale. Her head fitted so nicely there, it was like it was made purely to fill that spot.
I wasn't really sure what I was doing, but I lowered my hands down her back and gently pulled her towards me. I felt very little resistance and was so excited by what was happening, that I probably wouldn't have noticed, even if there was any.
I was breathing very heavily as I felt her slowly move her head around and delicately kiss the soft skin of my neck.
I froze.
I don't know why, but I just did. I couldn't do anything. This was what I had wanted for so long and now I had just blown it all by freezing on her. Unsure, I took a step back, which was followed by another tentative step back, followed by another and then I was running out of the college sports hall altogether.
I thought I heard her call my name, but it could have been anyone - I wasn't listening.
I found myself in the Art block, huddled against a cupboard door, bawling my eyes out and not really caring what I now looked like - even though I knew I had put on enough mascara to mean I could probably now pass for a messy version of Alice Cooper.
Why had I done that? I was just so overwhelmed - so happy, I didn't know what to do or say or how to respond. I couldn't respond. Lucy thought I was freaked out by what she did, but I really was over the moon.
I heard footsteps. Shit! No one could see me like this - I took a deep breath and attempted to stop crying. Then I was her face at the door and a whole new wave came over me.
"Jesus, Katy, I was fucking worried!"
"I'm, uh, I'm sorry Luce," She looked at me studying my face and my hunched body, took a deep breath and then sat down next to me.
"No, I'm sorry. Very sorry. I shouldn't have done that in there. But... you need to know, Katy, that's how I feel about you. I couldn't keep it in anymore." She bit her lip and looked up at me from under her hair that had tumbled out of it's neat formation. "Come here," she said and pulled me into a deep, warm hug, that only made me cry more. "Maybe we should forget about this and just be friends, yeah?"
I bit my lip. Scared shitless about what I was about to say.
"Luce, I don't think I can do that."
"Oh,"
"I can't do it - I know I can't"
"Right,"
"Because friends can't do stuff like this, can they?"
"Like wh-" she began.
But I had already pressed my lips against hers and met them mid-question with the hunger and desire that had been bubbling inside of me for years.
She tasted so good - like everything you could possibly imagined rolled into one and then a bit better than that, too. The kiss was soft and fun and said exactly what I knew words couldn't. I pulled away.
"Lucy McCormack," I said, then gently pulled her bottom lip between mine and affectionately pulled at it. "Lucy McCormack... I love you so fucking much."
And with that, I pulled her body flush against mine and we kissed each other like we had never been kissed before. She ran her hands through my hair and I smoothly massaged the small of her back with my hands.
We were lying down and I rolled us over so that I was on top of her.
Carefully, I slid my hands behind her back and pulled the zip of her dress down and in one sharp tug, had the whole beautiful garment off her body.
I has seen her in her underwear before, but this time was different. This time her beautiful breasts were steadily heaving up and down, filling out her bra in a way that was meant just for me. It was for my eyes only.
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*Chapter 2 Coming Soon
Sorry to end it so abruptly, but I just want to know if people like it before I put any of the sex in. Would appreciate your comments!
Thanks!
Katy xxx* |
literotica | Title: Me and Georgina Pt. 02
Tags: mature woman, sexy legs, stockings, submission
Me and Georgina (Part 2)
I had got involved with Georgina, my 51 year old boss, and this had forced me to change my job. A woman who I was sleeping with could not be my immediate boss, and Georgina's pleas to be dominated, and treated as a slave, were too good to pass up. I wanted a lot more of Georgina, and I think she was desperate for me to give her more, but it wasn't conducive to good working relations.
I was only 19, and changing my office job turned out to be a blessing in disguise, really, as I started to work with people of my own age, and the chances of moving up the ladder were far greater. The pay rises were bigger, and more frequent, too.
Georgina and I had got to 'know one another' when I worked in her little accounts section, in a large factory, and now she wanted more, there was no question. I had woken up her dormant sexual side that had probably been asleep for years, and it was a chance to bring my most erotic fantasies to life. I was a young, fit teenager, and Georgina knew that she could get me to come and service her sexual needs, only if she allowed me to dominate her, and give her no say, at all, in how she should behave.
I intended to do this, in the nicest possible way, of course, but I was going to visit Georgina regularly and, hopefully, watch her give in and pleasure my every sexual whim. She had dyed, blonde hair, had good breasts, fine hips, and her legs were out of this world. She lived on her own in a caravan, had no immediate family, and she wanted taking under my wing, even though I was young enough to be her son. By taking her out for an evening meal, and then ending up in her bed when we got back to the caravan, Georgina believed that there was somebody out there who could care for her. Me! I was happy to act out that role, but as a young, excited male, I would turn each situation to my own erotic advantage --I hoped!!
I did not want to be cruel, and I still wanted to treat her like a lady on occasions, but I knew Georgina was the kind of woman who, if you gave her inch, so to speak, she would take a mile. The ladies where she worked were treated to sulky moods, bitter asides, and downright rudeness some times, and she could be a real bitchy madam if up against a weak person. I was not going to let this happen --she wanted a friend and lover --she would pay a form of 'retainer' for the privilege. I wanted Georgina to 'appreciate' the kindness that I was going to bestow upon her.
The most exciting thing about a woman of Georgina's age is that they are not frightened of their bodies, or their sexuality. If you fondle and press the right buttons, they will want to give themselves completely, and want you to push the limits even further. They have probably experienced wonderful sensations already in their lives, so if you can re-enact these moments, then they will give you even more, and want you to extend their boundaries of erotic excitement even further. I felt that Georgina was one of these women.
A week after the visit to the restaurant, I called on Georgina at the caravan, unannounced. It was nearly 12 midday on a Sunday morning. As I drove along the bumpy lane into the caravan park, coming the other way was the flash Ford car, driven by, I was almost certain, Georgina's 'good friend, George.' What was he doing here? Either just going home after a long night, or he'd dropped Georgina off after church? Which one do you think, eh??
I knocked on the caravan door, and when she opened it, Georgina almost fell over herself to embrace me.
'Oh Paul, I've missed you, I've missed you so much. I didn't know whether you were coming round today --thank God you did --oh, it's lovely just to touch you and smell you again.' As I went up the step into the caravan, she clung to my chest and shoulders, and allowed me to kiss her wonderful lips deeply, opening them slightly, so I could explore her mouth briefly.
'God, I've missed that. I've missed those arms around my body, Paul. Why did you have to leave the job? It's not the same in the office without you.'
I explained my reasoning, and said I didn't want our careers to spoil our relationship, and this way, there would be no secondary reasons why we couldn't look forward to seeing one another whenever possible. She was in a good job, well established, and in a position of authority --I, on the other hand, was still young, and could easily start again in another place of employment --it seemed pretty obvious that it would be easier for me to change --and I had!!
Georgina looked good. Her face was made up with light make-up and soft lip-stick, and she had on tight, blue denim jeans that fitted snugly all round her ass, and down between her legs. I could see the well-filled bra pushing against the white T shirt. At 51, Georgina Lent could still rouse blood pressures.
'Did I see George as I came along the lane, Georgina?' I thought I'd get this little prick out of the way before I discussed what I'd really come for.
'Oh, Paul. Thank God you saw him. I didn't know how to tell you. He came round this morning, and wanted to know what was going on. Why I hadn't phoned him, or answered his messages. I didn't tell him anything about you, as it's none of his business, really, is it? You're not stupid, are you Paul? You know he's married, don't you? Well, I told him he was using me, and had been doing so for ages. He lived with his wife, I said, but when it was convenient to him, he expected to take me out, or come round here for 'coffee,' and then I wouldn't hear from him for weeks.'
Sounded like quite a good policy, I thought, but I daren't say so.
'So I sent him off with a flea in his ear, Paul,' and Georgina laughed and clung to my chest again, and offered up her mouth once more. As I pushed all round her mouth with my tongue, I squeezed her wonderful ass through her jeans, pulling her in so that she could feel my cock through my trousers, up against her groin. She sighed her first sigh, and I thought now was the time. The story about George could have been the truth --it could have been a pack of lies. I'd find out in due course.
'Georgina, I want to talk to you about our relationship, and some of the items that were briefly mentioned when we had the evening together last week. Is that OK? I'll get a couple of chairs.' She looked a little worried, and that was the idea, and I placed the two dining chairs side by side, but facing opposite ways, so that she and I could still touch, and be very close, and look one another in the eye—a sort of formal meeting in her lounge.
'There's nothing wrong, is there Paul? Please say I haven't upset you in any way?' I put my hand on her knee after we were seated, and tried to reassure her.
'Don't worry, Georgina, don't worry at all. I love being with you, I told you that umpteen times last week, didn't I? I just want to sort out a few things so that I know what to expect, and you understand how I would like you to behave. Not too much, but it will make such a difference to our enjoyment, both for you and me. Is that OK?'
'Oh yes Paul. Whatever you say! I told you that I feel so protected when you're around, that I'm prepared to do anything you say. That evening, last weekend, was like a dream for me, and I just want to carry on making you happy, so that you're here with me as much as possible. God, you're so tall and handsome, and young and fit. I can't believe this is happening to me!!'
Her hand had joined mine on her knee, and she ran my fingers up and down her denim clad thigh, taking me nearer and nearer to her crotch. I pushed my fingers against the hard seam of the denim, between her legs, but only for a split second, and then I took my hand away completely. It was a taster for her, and it gave me the thrill of feeling this sexy, mature woman again.
'Georgina, that's very nice of you to say so. I've drawn up a short list that I'd like you to have a look at. It outlines matters that we touched on last week, and a few more that appeal to me. I hope that you can agree to these little points, as it would ensure that our relationship continues as an exciting and close liaison. Please take a look,' and I handed her a piece of pink printing paper that I had chosen especially, the words on it in bold type, and printed on my word processor. I stood up, and walked slowly around Georgina as she read my list.
'You can keep that paper, Georgina. I have kept a copy for myself back at the lodgings. I hope you find the list reasonable --do you?' and I rested my hands on her neck, massaging her shoulders as she sat.
'In our passion last week,' I carried on, 'you did hint that such domination on my part would bring a certain amount of pleasure to you. Thinking about it over the past few days, I have realised that your idea is wonderful, and I think by drawing up these guidelines, they will bring even greater pleasure to both of us, Georgina. It would be unfortunate if you no longer felt able to agree with my suggestions. I really do have to go in a moment, Georgina.' I was pushing and testing her immediately, and as I spoke, I ran my hands down her chest to cup and caress the golden breasts in the tight Tshirt.
'No, Paul, no. Please don't go. You've only just arrived,' and she broke away and stood up, clinging to my waist and chest again. 'I'll do it, Paul. I agree to the rules. All of them. Absolutely. Oh, God, I love them, Paul, I really do. I'm happy to agree, I really am. I said I wanted it this way, and I really do. It's given me something tangible in my life again.' She was frantic to agree there and then, and I kissed her lips hard, and felt the hard nipples of her straining breasts through her T shirt and bra. She was excitable and excited. I didn't expect it to be this easy, but I had got her!!
'I want you to be absolutely sure, Georgina, and that is why I am going now. These rules will be binding once signed, so you have a few hours to digest their full meaning, and back out if you want to. I shall be back at 8o'clock tonight, with my copy of the rules, and we shall both sign both copies. OK? If you are agreeable, and sign the forms, then I would expect 2 things straight away, tonight--:
One --You will have on your tightest T-shirt and a tight bra. You will also have on a very short skirt, high heels, and a miniscule pair of panties. Bare legs, Georgina, no stockings tonight. Full make-up, as well, Georgina.
Secondly --You will have ready, for my inspection, every photograph that you have in this caravan. If I think you are still hiding any, I will carry out a search myself. Is that understood, Georgina? I have to go now.'
She clung on again, and I took the opportunity to squeeze that wonderful ass again. There was no feeling like it, but I wasn't going to give in to temptation now, not for the sake of just a few hours, and the possibility of a lifetime (or a few years, at least) of sexual fun with this woman. I wanted to treat her properly, but that way, Georgina would give me everything!
'Oh, I understand, Paul. I'll be here at eight. I'm yours, Paul,' and she opened her mouth for one last tonguing, and then I left her panting at the caravan door. I smiled as I took the car down the bumpy path, and I looked forward to 8o'clock that night.
This was terrific. When I came to this town, I was just a teenager with reasonable ambition. I liked sport, and kept myself reasonably fit, and I had found some comfortable lodgings where the landlady and her husband were very pleasant, and didn't poke their noses into my business too much. I had got a little car, and a job, where I met Georgina, and I had been fortunate enough to get an even better job without having to wait around too long. My finances were OK, and I was able to put money away for 'a rainy day' and little treats. On the horizon was the possibility of a little windfall, as a rich, aged auntie was likely to pass away at any time, so life was quite good at the moment.
Just to put the icing on the cake, by pure accident, I had found a mature, attractive and sexy woman who wanted companionship and physical attention so much, that she was willing to compromise her own morals in order to get, and hold onto, that attention. If I was clever, this could go on for ages, and I wanted to push it as far as it would go!!
I had a 'nap' in the chair at the lodgings, and then had Sunday 'roast' with the family. I wanted to enjoy a very erotic evening with Georgina, and I wanted to tease her a little as well, so I put on my tightest denim jeans, those that didn't leave a lot to the imagination when I was aroused, a 'Fred Perry' sports vest, and wore my black, leather jacket over the top.
I set off in the car, slipped into the 'off-licence' to get two bottles of red 'Corbieres' wine, and I was back at Georgina's caravan by 8. I didn't forget to bring my half of the pink 'contract'. It was dark by now, and the curtains were closed on the caravan windows. I knocked twice, and the door opened within 10 seconds.
Georgina was all in black, and looked fabulous. She turned and I followed her up into the caravan, and I immediately noticed some 'dog eared' photo albums and tattered old envelopes on the table. Not yet, I thought. Georgina turned to me, and wanted to be encompassed by my frame around her. I held my arm around her shoulders, and used my other hand to pull her waist round to me, so that I was enclosing her body while she kissed me with her open-mouthed passion. God, she was an erotic woman when she wanted to be.
'Well, Georgina, I have brought my copy of our little agreement. From your attire, I take it that you're happy to sign?' and I smiled, as I held her body and looked into her eyes. She had had the opportunity to digest just what I had set out for her--:
Be clothed as I instruct, wherever and whenever, and at all times.
Accompany me wherever I ask you to
Be available for my company, given reasonable notice
If I have friends or work colleagues with me, treat them with respect or in the manner I otherwise instruct
If I choose to record occasions with camera or video camera, you will
willingly cooperate
Although any of these instructions can be a matter for debate, the final
decision shall rest with me
You shall be prepared to discuss all aspects of your private life with me, if instructed to do so,
If you are away from my company, you will act like the mature,
sophisticated woman that you are, but you will continue to dress in the
manner that I shall instruct you in.
You will obtain a mobile phone, and it shall be switched on at all times.
My guidance shall be all consuming.
'Absolutely Paul. Is the outfit acceptable to you? I haven't been able to get anything new, I'm afraid, as it's Sunday, but I'll try for something during the week. I'll also get a mobile phone tomorrow, if I can. Oh, Paul..., if you look after me, you know I'll do anything for you, don't you? The rules excite me, Paul, and I'll live my life by them, now. Oh, you are wonderful'
Was I really wonderful? I wanted to look after her, and I didn't want to hurt her at all, but she was all my sexual fantasies rolled into one. She wanted me, she wanted me to give her protection, and warmth and love, and if I did this, she was prepared to give herself, lock, stock and barrel to my 'code of conduct.' If true, I think I was going to be a very fortunate, and very satisfied young man!!
I broke away from the wonderful smell of perfume, and Georgina giggled, and sighed, as we both signed the pink pieces of paper. I put one back into my pocket, and gave the other back to my mature acquaintance, watching her put it into her little purse. The light was low, but I was happy to keep it like that, and I took a seat on one of the soft cushions on the settee, and sat back and looked at my new 'possession.'
'Georgina, you don't have to apologise, as your outfit looks absolutely stunning. I'd like to look more closely, so would you just stand in front of me for a moment. There, that's great. Not too close, not too close. Let me look at you.' Georgina stood two or three feet away from me, purring like a contented cat, and I surveyed her mature figure.
The black T shirt was extremely tight, and the up-lift bra was pushing hard against the material, Georgina's breasts really thrusting out in superb shape. The black, woollen skirt fitted snugly around her waist, and was so short that I watched the stunning, white thighs taper down from the hem of the skirt, to the attractive knees and calves, and then Georgina's dainty feet were pushed high onto tip-toe by the black, high-heeled sandals. Georgina was aiming to please!!
'You look delicious, Georgina. I love the way your breasts thrust out so firmly in the shapely bra. Magnificent! You know that I really admire your legs, anyway, don't you. We'll have to get them tanned as quickly as possible, don't you think, Georgina. Perhaps we can get you in for a few sessions at a health club, concentrating on getting your legs as brown as possible. Would you see if you can get that organised, Georgina?'
She smiled back at my comments, nodding her agreement.
'I bought some wine with me, Georgina. I think we ought to celebrate this important occasion, don't you. It's like a 'Memorandum of Understanding' between nations, being signed, don't you think,' and we both laughed, because, to us, it was far more important. Georgina got a corkscrew and I opened one of the bottles and poured out two glasses of wine. I gave one to the sexy blonde woman, and sat down on the sofa again.
'A huge 'cheers' to you, Georgina. Now, could you just turn round,' and she moved round as I was still speaking --very keen!! 'Lovely, that's really lovely, Georgina. Your legs are really stunning, aren't they, and your thighs are probably the sexiest I've ever seen. Will you pull the skirt up so that I can see them in their entirety, right up to your bottom. That's right. Wonderful'
Georgina stood with her back to me, and pulled her skirt up to her waist, so that I could enjoy looking at her little, black panties, the cheeks of her wonderful bottom, and her shapely legs in the high heels. I reached out a hand and touched her skirt.
Georgina moved slightly, and I was able to hold the top of her skirt, while still relaxing on my chair.
'You can let go now Georgina, and just keep your hands on the fronts of your thighs.' Her skirt fell to its natural length, which was still about 4 inches above the knee, and I watched the shapely figure as Georgina remained still, with her back to me.
'Right, Georgina. Oh, you feel wonderful, so wonderful already.' My hand had gone under the back of her little skirt, and found her panties straight away. 'Open your legs, Georgina,' and she moved her feet apart in the high heels. I felt her bottom, and my hand went down to feel the wetness at the gusset of the panties. I felt little tufts of pubic hair escaping from the sliver of material at Georgina's vagina, and I rubbed gently, along the material, and Georgina's vagina opened under my touch. She sighed, but held her ground.
'Your body feels just as fantastic as last time I touched it Georgina. I'd like to start to look at the photographs, Georgina, as I asked you this afternoon. Are they the albums and things I see on the table?' Two of my fingers slid under her panties and entered the sopping cunt that was waiting expectantly.
'Yes, Paul, ohhhh...they're on the table.'
'I hope they're all there, Georgina,' and as a reminder, my two digits pushed up swiftly into the luscious vagina, and Georgina lifted briefly onto tip-toe. She had to shuffle her feet slightly, to stop herself from falling over.
'They're all there, Paul. They're all there. I promise. God, your fingers feel good up inside me. So gentle, but you're right inside of me, umm...'
'Go and fetch the photos, then, and come and sit next to me. Are you absolutely sure that every photo you have is here, Georgina?'
I allowed her to move away from me, and gather the items up from the table. She brought them back, and plonked them on the settee next to me, and then she bent over and kissed me as hard as she could, her mouth opening, and her perfume and passion engulfing me wonderfully. I ran my hand up the back of her thighs as Georgina bent over me, and I felt the wet panties again, tight to her vagina, but I noticed that she looked a little sad when she lifted her head and looked into my eyes, and I sensed that she wanted to tell me something.
'Paul, I promise that every picture and photo that I own is here. I also have two video films in a locked draw, and you can see them whenever you want to --if you want to. I am not proud of some of these things, Paul, and I don't particularly want to look at them with you, but,... but,'
'But what Georgina,' and she sat down next to me on the sofa, and I could see tears welling up in her eyes. I kissed her on the cheek, and tried to placate her. 'It's OK Georgina, everything is OK. You can trust me' --(that's like saying 'the cheque's in the post', isn't it)--, 'and you can tell me all about the skeletons that obviously haunt you, Georgina.' I clamped her body into me by putting my arm right round her shoulders, and pulling her into me, and I watched the silky thighs squirm right beside me.
'Oh Paul, my God, what have you done to me? For the last God knows how many years, I have had to be independent, and very private. My earlier life wasn't very pleasant, but I've never wanted to talk about it, and I've learnt to stand on my own two feet, and throw myself into my work. All I've wanted was a warm, kind man to come along, someone who wouldn't judge me by my past, and someone who would take me under their wing, and be considerate towards me. Never in a million years did I think that it would be a handsome, 19 year old, young man, and I still can't really believe it, Paul. I keep thinking I'm going to wake up in a minute, and find you gone, and it's all been a dream. By agreeing to show you all my photos, and tell you about myself, I think I can finally erase all the horrible memories, and show you that you mean so much to me now. I have to trust someone, Paul, and I trust you.'
Georgina started to sniffle, but I held her face and began to kiss her again, and our mouths opened to lash our tongues together. She was a passionate woman and I loved it!! Her hardness and bitterness, and the rudeness in the office, could almost certainly be explained by her loneliness and unhappy memories, but she was willing to tell me all about them, and I could hopefully understand, and then help her move on to a new, happier era in her life.
'I understand what you're trying to say, Georgina, and you know it would be really beneficial if you spilled it all out, wouldn't it? That's what you want to do, isn't it? You don't have to look at the photos, but I do, don't I? You don't have to watch the videos, but I do, don't I?' ( I'm kind, I thought, but I'm not a mug—I want to see the lurid photos and videos, no question). That way I will understand more about your life, won't I? 'The 'Rules' still apply, of course, Georgina, don't they?' and I laughed, trying to keep her spirits up. 'Now, go and make some coffee, and we'll get you through this,' and I smacked her bottom, playfully, as I pushed her off the sofa towards the kitchen.
While she made the coffee, I flicked through a few of the pages of the first album. Some were of a little girl, with her parents, a few more of the same girl in school uniform and playing sports, and I saw a couple of a very sexy teenager, obviously Georgina. Nothing rude, just jeans and jumper, but there was no doubting that the attractive girl was going to grow into a fine young, attractive woman. Then I saw her with a man, his arm around her shoulders while they posed for the camera. He was in his thirties, at least, while Georgina was just a teenager. An uncle? Her father? Did it matter?
Just then, Georgina returned with the coffee, and I closed the album.
'I want you to tell me everything about your early life, Georgina. Even if it hurts. OK?'
'Yes, I know Paul, and I want to tell you it all. Afterwards, will you make love to me, very slowly, just to take all the horrible memories away?,' and she kissed me really tenderly. I smiled and my reply was in the kiss.
'I can't talk with the lights on, though, Paul. I can't do it with the lights on. I will tell you what you want to know, but just hold me in the darkness, it'll be much easier, please!!'
I switched off the lights in the caravan, and Georgina stretched out on the sofa, laying her head on my lap, so that I could stroke her hair, and caress her, and coax her through the traumatic memories that she was going to have to recall. Although it was now dark in the room, her perfume was again stunning to my senses, and I could feel her shapely body in the sexy clothes, although there was some light from the moon that crept in through the curtains. I could see her creamy thighs stretched out along side of me.
Georgina told me about her childhood in north London, about her parents, who were now deceased, and her elder brother, who had emigrated to Australia years ago. She held one of my hands very tightly, as though it was a lucky charm, and I was able to caress her gently with my other hand. She then spoke about meeting 'Charlie', and very quickly told me that he was 20 years older than her, was a scrap-metal dealer in London, and had lavished Georgina with whatever she wanted. She said she had fallen under his spell when she was 17, and went against her parents' wishes and married Charlie when she was just 20 years old.
So, Georgina had married a 40 year old scrap-metal dealer when she was only 20, and it was against her parents' wishes --not a great start to adult life!! Charlie must have been the man in the photo.
'Were you happy, Georgina? Was it a good life?' She didn't speak for a moment or two.
'I thought it was going to be great --you do at that age, don't you? He took me to parties, bought me nice things, took me up the West End of London for nights out, and I thought I was really happy. But my parents didn't really want anything to do with the marriage, and Charlie started to get very moody, especially when he had no money. In the scrap business, you either had loads of money in your pocket, or you didn't have any at all. He wouldn't let me go out to work, even though I wanted to, as he got very jealous, but when we went out together, I had to dress up like a tart just so he could show me off, mainly to his mates.'
'What did you do all the time, then, Georgina? You're not stupid, are you?'
'I carried on studying at home. I wanted to be a teacher, but I hadn't got the exams, so I was determined to learn while I was married. I did 'Open University' on the TV and spent as much time as I could swatting up, particularly on maths, which was my favourite. Charlie said if I qualified to be a teacher, he would let me work in a school.—I suppose he thought that children wouldn't be a danger to me!!'
'What went wrong then, Georgina? Give me a kiss --you're being so brave, you stunning, sexy woman,' and I lifted her head to mine, and we mingled our lips together, and then our tongues and saliva, and then I felt her breasts heaving in the tight T shirt. They were so soft, but beautifully curvy in the shapely bra.
'Well, things got quite a lot worse, Paul. I started to get a few little jobs helping out at schools, while I continued with my studies at home, but Charlie got more and more moody, and sometimes he could be quite threatening. He...he. ...he didn't...,' and Georgina turned her head away, not wanting to look into my eyes.
'What Georgina? Go on, it's OK, it really is OK. Bury these demons, go on.'
'Well, he didn't actually hit me, but he was so jealous, and he was much older and more powerful than me, it became a nightmare. I had to look good when we went out, and he loved to show me off. I was just his plaything really, but I was determined to try and keep going.'
'He'd earned quite a lot of money one year, and was quite flush, when I was about 25, I suppose, and we went to Turkey on holiday for a couple of weeks. I really looked forward to it, and thought it might bring us a bit closer together, but it was quite the opposite. Oh, Paul...it was horrible, but at the time, I tried to think it was nice...oh God.'
'What happened in Turkey, Georgina?'
'It was horrific, Paul. I couldn't go into details, not at all. We were having quite a nice holiday, and I was doing my best to placate Charlie, and look really sexy for him, but one night, he overstepped the mark, and that was the end for me. This 45 year old man, supposed to be my husband, had allowed me to be treated just like a whore. He...he let...he let 3 Turkish men sort of...sort of play with me in the back room of the restaurant where they worked, and it was horrific.' She was having a job to get the words out, but I let her carry on. 'It was the second to last night of the holiday, and I suppose Charlie thought that he could just take liberties with me, before he had to return and face the real world back in England. He...he just sat and watched, until they were finished, and then we just walked back to our cottage together, as though we'd just come out of church.'
'Couldn't you do anything, Georgina?'
'What could I do, Paul? I was alone with my husband and 3 other men. I didn't speak the language, didn't know anybody else in the country, never mind the village, and had no-one to turn to. Charlie had all the money, the airline tickets, and I was helpless. I was determined, though, to leave Charlie when we got back to England. I closed my thoughts and feelings to it all, and concentrated on just getting back home in one piece. Fuck Charlie, and fuck this marriage, I thought.' Georgina was crying by now.
'Come on now, Georgina, come on. There's no need for that, is there?' I'd never heard her swear before, and it didn't really suit her, but what did suit me was the way she curled up in a ball in my lap. She was closing it all in, like a hedgehog, fending off all-comers. Her legs curled right up, her knees under her chin almost, and I was able to put my arms round her and hold her tightly to me. Her thighs, under the mini-skirt, were totally exposed and I was able to alternate between caressing her back, her face and shoulders, her milky white thighs, and, for split seconds every now and then, I went under the hem of the skirt and ran my fingers gently round Georgina's ass and between the tops of her thighs.
This didn't seem to put Georgina off, and I didn't prompt her in any way.
'They were all swarthy men, Paul, all older than me, and they looked so polite and considerate as we were eating our meal. I couldn't believe it when they held my arms and just led me into the small yard at the back of the restaurant. Straight away, their hands were all over me. There were some old chairs, and an old settee, in the yard, and one of the men, the eldest I think, sat down on a chair, his flies already undone. Oh Paul...it was awful, awful...but Charlie, the bastard, just smiled and kept drinking more wine as he watched it!!'
'You don't have to, Geo...,' but she wouldn't let me finish.
'I had to suck them all down into my throat, Paul. I had to suck their cocks inside my mouth. UUgh!! They pushed me to my knees, and then just held me there, as each one got really hard and wet in my mouth.'
I was getting the feeling, like the naïve young man that I was, that Georgina was not as traumatised about all these recollections as she liked to make out. I wasn't pushing her for intimate details, and yet she knew all the little things that had occurred. It was making me excited, but I didn't think it was supposed to make her excited, too. I let my fingers run under her skirt again, only this time I slid them under the panties, into her pubic hair, and gently between the wet lips of Georgina's cunt.
What a fantastic feeling!! She was absolutely sopping, and 'accidentally on purpose' she moved the muscles in her legs slightly, so that the padded vaginal lips opened subtly to let my fingers into her. I did not retract!! Could it be that Georgina wanted to get turned on while recounting her tale, so that she could get it out of her system, whilst at the same time end up getting a good fucking to put the matter to rest? I'd test her.
'Did you take more than one cock in your mouth at the same time, Georgina,' and I pushed two digits right into her opening body. I felt a slurp.
'I think...I think so, Paul. Yes, I had two cocks in my mouth at one time. Oh, that's nice, Paul, ye...yes, oh Paul, you're so understanding!!' (What's understanding about sticking your fingers up a mature woman's cunt when she's recalling being raped on holiday—but I was just a 19 year old, and didn't know anything!!).
'Go on Georgina. Open your legs. Carry on, so that you can forget the episode for ever!!' Her legs opened straight away, and my hand pulled her skirt right up, and then I went to the front of her black panties. The moon shone down onto the sofa as I pushed my fingers down the front of Georgina's pants, and went at her a little more roughly.
'Come on Georgina, tell me. You want to tell me what happened in Turkey, so I want to know it all. You're very wet, really wet, aren't you, and I know that you're really enjoying telling me aren't you? Did they 'cum' on your face, Georgina, or did you let them spurt down your throat --come on, tell me, you want to, don't you, then you might get a good fucking on that big bed of yours.'
Her breathing was now heavy, she was panting, and her head lolled about. One of her hands went down onto the front of her pants, to push my fingers through the material.
'Yes, Paul, push in harder, go on, please. They all fucked me Paul. One came in my mo... yes, yes, harder, Paul. One came in my mouth, and then they just bent me over the settee and fucked me hard from behind, each taking turns, while the other two got their breath back. '
'Aaaaaaghhh, Paul, Paul, no, no,,,,yesssss ----I'm 'cumming' Paul,' and I could feel her cunt in spasms as Georgina could no longer control its movements. There was no question that Georgina had brought that climax on herself, and she just lay in my arms, silently coming back down to normality.
We weren't going to discuss Turkey anymore that evening, I could see that, but perhaps my interrogation of her behaviour had added to her eroticism, and it was something that she couldn't resist. I made a mental note to try it with Georgina whenever possible. She had a lot of life to look back over.
'I really must go Georgina. I've got to call in the pub on the way home, and I have to be at work by 7 in the morning.'
'No Paul, no. Please!! You said,' and she squirmed her body all round me, and her lips were kissing me all over my face, but I had to resist --just this once. I wanted to toy with her just one more time, to really stretch her loyalty, and then I would give her just what she wanted, just what the rules were designed for!!
'I have to Georgina, but I will be here tomorrow evening to take you for a quiet drink. I know it's a Monday, but I think you deserve a reward after the heartache of this evening. Put the photos away, and I will inspect them another time, Georgina. OK?'
'I suppose it will have to be, won't it,' she giggled, 'but I shall expect you to treat me like a lady tomorrow --all within the 'code of conduct' of course. Any particular outfit, Paul?'
'I'll come round at 7o'clock, inspect your clothes, and then I'll choose. I can wait while you get ready then, can't I, Georgina?' I had left within 5 minutes.
I had learnt another lesson tonight. If you let a woman talk through her ordeals, you will probably find out that they enjoy being a little submissive, and really get turned on by having to recall their experiences. Georgina certainly did, and I was sure there was more where that came from --and I still hadn't seen the photos or the videos yet!!
The following evening, we had found a very secluded pub out in the country, about 40 minutes drive away, and were sitting by the enormous log fire in the lounge bar by 8.30. I had chosen Georgina's outfit when I went to collect her, and she looked classically fuckable!!
I didn't want anything sluttish, or tartish, but I wanted it to be classy and sophisticated, with really erotic underwear underneath. It was a cold January night, so Georgina's underwear was covered by the thick, suede coat that she often wore, but I insisted that Georgina took it off as soon as we were in the pub. There weren't many others in the tiny, little inn, and the lounge bar was dimly lit with only a few candles to supplement the glow from the hot fire. We sat in a couple of chairs near the fire, but I made sure that I was facing Georgina, and that she was facing the little wooden bar. A couple of tots of whisky, and packets of crisps, soon got our blood flowing again.
'Now Georgina. This is a very quiet pub, out of the way, and no-one is likely to know us here, are they? You look stunning in the mauve dress, and the sheer black stockings only add to the picture of classy sexiness that you portray.' She smiled her appreciative smile, and crossed the silky legs. Oh, God --I was rampant already. The dress was not short, it sat beautifully on this 51 year old woman, and it melded tightly to her body, and her fine breasts stood out magnificently.
There was a bar girl behind the bar, about 18 I should think, and every now and then, the elderly landlord would poke his nose round the corner, to make sure everything was OK. After a couple of sips from our glasses, I began to entice Georgina a little.
'This is very nice, Georgina, isn't it? You look really classy tonight, and I'd love to make love to you in that dress. Have you any photos in that dress, you know, erotic photos?'
'I'm not telling you about any of the photos, Paul. Please. You can look through them as much as you want, but I don't want to talk about them. Some of them I had to steal from their owners when we separated, just so that they didn't get in the wrong hands --I should've torn them up really, but there we are. I want you to make love to me, though. In any dress, any dress at all. You know that Paul, don't you?'
'Georgina, I want us to go away for a weekend together --in about 2 or 3 weeks time, when the weather is a bit warmer. Would you like that? I know a lovely little place down on the south coast, and if we both took Friday afternoon off work, we could drive down and have a nice couple of days together before coming back on the Sunday evening.' She almost bit my arm off!!
'Oh God, yes please, Paul. Oh yes. Anywhere. Take me away and play with me. That would be absolutely lovely. I don't really know the south coast very well, so you can show me the sights, and perhaps the beaches. If you want to take me out of the bedroom, that is!!'
I was going to have a dirty weekend with this mature woman and she couldn't wait!! She just wanted to give herself to me, and enjoy all the attention.
'Of course, Georgina, we need to get you a new outfit before we go, so next Saturday we'll go into the city, and buy you some boots, with matching skirt and top. The expense of the clothes, and the weekend, will be shared between us, Georgina. OK.'
She was agreeable to anything, and I think it was probably the first time in years that anybody had offered a little break away from the caravan for her. I could see the excitement on her face, and I really did keep feeling sorry for her, particularly after the tales she had told me about her marriage to Charlie --what a shit he must have been. Treating Georgina like a lady would bring great rewards to me, and I could probably be rough and dominating with her, as long as I stayed by her side, and protected her from loneliness and despair.
'Of course, Georgina, the 'rules' will apply all the time, even for the weekend away, and I would like to bring a camera with me, to take scenic pictures and capture memories for my scrapbook.' I smiled at the sexy woman, and I went to the bar to top up the drinks, and Georgina knew full well what I meant.
'I love the white underwear I chose for you this evening, Georgina. It holds your body beautifully, and you look really sexy again.' I had changed the subject from the weekend, but the scene had been set for our little break away together, and Georgina could enjoy the thoughts over the next few weeks. I reached over and put my hand on Georgina's knee, quite subtly to start with, but I could see that she was enjoying my touch. She was facing the bar, and I had done this on purpose, as I wanted to test Georgina in the face of public display. We knew no-one here, but it was still in public, and I wondered how far she would allow me to venture.
'I'd love to caress you now, Georgina, you're legs are really turning me on again.' I watched her smiling at me, and I knew that the thought excited her, in spite of being sat in the lounge bar of a public house. This was a woman who could show off almost the entire length of her legs in an office, and still give the impression that she had no control over it, so what I wanted to do now should be easy for her.
'I'd love to run my fingers up your thigh and feel the soft, white skin above your stocking tops, Georgina. Would you like that?' My fingers crept another inch or two up her leg, and then I stopped for a moment, and watched Georgina's face. Did she want me to go on? Did she want the exciting feeling of exhibiting herself here in this quiet little country pub? I carried on.
'Georgina, please just cross your legs for me. You know how it excites me. Let your dress ride up your thighs, so that I can see more of your sexy legs. You shouldn't be ashamed of them, Georgina --and I don't think you are, are you? You've always loved teasing with your legs, and I saw you loads of times at the office letting your skirt go up your legs --you almost gave all the old men heart attacks. Do it for me now, Georgina, please do it.'
I took my hand away from her thigh, and took a sip from my glass. I was able to watch Georgina begin one of her clever movements of crossing her legs without appearing to know what she was doing. It was fabulous. The woollen, mauve material rode up and up, and she held her thigh up just long enough to allow the hem to go far enough up, without her suspenders coming into view. She was a past master at the art. She rested her thigh across the other leg, and I could have fucked her there and then --and she knew it!!
I noticed that the old landlord appeared to spend more and more time in our 'bar' and it was pretty obvious why. Georgina was not making a spectacle of herself, but she was showing off her stunning legs in the high heels, and who could blame anybody for wanting to watch. This was the first time I had asked Georgina to do anything in public for me, and I didn't want to overdo it on this occasion --we were just starting off, and if I went slowly, slowly, then I could increase my demands over the months, and Georgina would learn my ways. She had said, 'Do what you want with me, Paul, treat me as your slave, I love the rules,' hadn't she? Well, I wanted to build her up nicely, so that indeed she was my slave and plaything. It was mind-blowing stuff for a young man.
'I want to give you satisfaction, this evening, Georgina. I want to make your body tingle with excitement. You are already arousing me with your stunning limbs, and I love the way you let me look at you when we are out in public. It's very dark outside now, Georgina, and I don't think I can wait until we get back to the caravan --I want to explore you in the car, Georgina --I want to go now and caress and touch you when we get back into the car.'
'Oh yes, me too, Paul. Oh that sounds exciting—God, I feel like a young girl again. Now? Can we go now, Paul?'
'Wait a moment, Georgina. One more thing. I want to visit the 'Gents,' but when I return, I want you to show me your legs fully, as I walk back to you across the room. I want you to cross your legs again, so that I can really see all of them. You know, don't you? Then we'll go, Georgina.' She just smiled as I left my chair, and I could tell she was excited about my suggestions. I returned a minute or two later, and as I entered the bar, I watched Georgina start to give her short display.
Her dress had already been high on her thighs, and now she made great play of uncrossing her legs, and re-crossing them the other way. As I watched, the darkness at the tops of Georgina's thighs was so tantalising, and I could spot very briefly stocking tops and white skin, but then it was gone, and only the stunning legs in the black nylon were on view again. It was a scintillating display, carried out by a professional cock-teaser, and now she deserved some of the attention I had promised her.
My cock was already hard as we left the pub, and I had watched the landlord almost dribble down his shirt as he smiled goodbye to Georgina as we went by. He had seen her wonderful display, no doubt, and I'm sure I had heard him say, 'Hope to see you again,' as we left through the door. We walked across to the car, parked in the gravel car park, and I went round to Georgina's side to open her door. I couldn't resist. In the pitch dark, I cuddled up to Georgina's back, and put my hands round her waist.
Then, I unbuttoned her big coat, and caressed her tummy, feeling the suspender belt under her dress, around her waist. Georgina let out a sigh, and leaned her hands against the car.
'Oh Paul...' My hands stayed on the outside of her dress, and the coldness of the night made us both shiver, but I wanted Georgina to shiver through sheer lust. I played with her breasts, I cupped them and squeezed them, and then I ran my hands down again to the insides of Georgina's thighs. I felt the suspenders running down to her stocking tops, and I ran a hand into the centre, right onto Georgina's vagina. Her breathing started to become a little heavier, and I knew she wanted to continue.
I began to ease Georgina's dress up the front of her thighs, pulling, pulling, pulling, touching her skin, and then the tufts of hair, and then the panties that were pulled tightly into her cunt. I ran a finger along the wet material.
'Paul, Paul...God...Paul,.you've got me Paul. Do what you want --here ---now!!' The display in the pub had obviously turned on Georgina as well. She was holding tightly to the roof of the car, now, and I rolled her dress up and tucked it into itself, so that it remained in place, at her waist, without me having to hold it any longer. I was able to concentrate on playing with Georgina's body, and she certainly needed the concentration. From behind, Georgina's coat was hiding her body, but against the car, her legs and tummy were open to the elements.
Quickly, I pulled Georgina's tight panties down her thighs, and pulled her legs apart so that I could play easily with her cunt. Her little panties were stretched across her open thighs.
'Yes, Paul, oh yes. Carry on. I'm so wet!!' And she was --so wet! I pushed my fingers up her --one, then two, then three, and her sighs became louder with each finger. I rubbed my thumb through her pubes, and stroked across her clit on occasions, her sighing now quite frantic.
'Looking forward to the holiday, Georgina? I want to take you across to a little Island I know, and take pictures of you in the sand, with the waves crashing all around you.' My fingers were lifting her up onto tip-toe with each thrust up into her cunt. 'Take you into the sand dunes, and make you undress down to your underwear, and then fuck you over the rocks. Would you like that Georgina, would you?'
'Yes, yes, Paul. Fuck me anywhere you like, Paul. Take pictures of m...don't stop, Paul, please, don't stop ...oh, just fuck me now, Paul. Please fuck me Paul, please, please.' She wasn't kidding, and she was rampant.
'Open the door, Georgina, open the door,' and between us we quickly got her door open, and held it ajar. At least we were partially hidden, and Georgina didn't seem to give a damn anyway. She again stood close to the car, her hands on the roof, and I managed to unzip myself. I had to ease Georgina's coat up at the back, and I held my cock in my hand and tried to guide myself towards her open legs. I looked down and her naked ass looked magnificent, ---firm and inviting. God, this was some woman --51 years old, supposedly refine and classy, but quite willing, and able, to still be fucked in a pub car-park. Magnificent!!
Slowly, I was able to feed my cock up into Georgina's delicious and receptive cunt from the rear. She had eased her legs back a foot or two, and arched her back, and I was up her like a rat up a drainpipe. As I slid in, Georgina let out a deep sigh, as though I had knocked the wind from her, but she was very quick to push back and get into that wonderful fucking rhythm. In, out, in, out, in, out, and I held tightly to her hips underneath the coat. I could easily keep her dress from falling down as I held her, so we just carried on regardless.
'You have such a wonderful body, Georgina, I could go on fucking you for ages. I want to get right up inside you,' and I just kept thrusting right up into her, and I thought that my words might heighten her excitement. I think they did.
'Yes, Paul. Chriss...Fuck me harder then, Paul. It's wonderful, wonderful,' and she opened her legs a fraction more and stood firmer against my onslaught. I held her waist a lot tighter with one hand, and now pulled her down onto my cock with each thrust, as I humped it right up into her sodden vagina. My other hand crept down to play with Georgina's clit, and I found it standing to attention, begging for me to rub it. I obliged vigorously, and Georgina nearly went into orbit.
'Aaaagh...yes, yes, ye...Paul. Oh God, God, I'm coming, Paul...' As I doggy fucked this exciting woman at the side of my car, my head turned and I could see a figure in the dark, upstairs window of the pub. We were being watched, but wild horses were not going to stop Georgina from reaching her orgasm, so I didn't say anything, and just carried on. Bang, bang, bang, and I was putting every ounce of energy into fucking Georgina Lent into another wonderful orgasm, and the sudden excitement of being spied upon had sent my own sap steaming up from my testicles.
I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to, and I kept moving my cock in and out, in and out, and holding Georgina as tightly as I could while we both thrashed headlong into our respective climaxes. As my pace slowed and my sperm splashed up into the accommodating orifice, I leaned over Georgina's body, and it was only the car that saved us from falling over. As we subsided slowly, our breath showing up in the night air, I looked over and was sure it was the landlord who was outlined in the unlit window. There was a good chance it was and, no doubt, Georgina had brought him a few minutes pleasure with her performance and her filthy mutterings --he was hardly likely to cause a fuss, and perhaps he hoped that we would visit again.
'Get in the car, Georgina, but don't pull your panties up,' I urged. She slowly slid down into the seat and I went round and got in the driving seat. As we set off, I felt between her legs and she obligingly opened, so that I could caress her cunt again, and feel my 'cum' leaking out.
'Take your pants off, Georgina, and put them on the seat, between your legs.' She did so, and between trying to keep the car in a straight line and keeping my eye on the road, I was able to play and toy with Georgina's vagina, and occasionally feel right inside her sloppy cunt. It was heaven.
'When I drop you off, Georgina, in a minute, I want you to go to bed and masturbate yourself to orgasm again. I want you to get into bed and play with yourself, thinking about all the wonderful times I am going to make love to you, and all the wonderful places we are going to do it. By the way, Georgina, when I was fucking you in the car park, the pub landlord was watching us from his window.'
'Oh God, no Paul. He wasn't, was he?' but immediately her fingers went to her clit and rubbed for a moment.
'You liked that Georgina, didn't you? The thought excites you, doesn't it?' She didn't answer, and I didn't press it, but I put it into the memory bank, perhaps for future reference.
'Aren't you coming in, Paul. Aren't you coming in to stay the night with me? Oh please do Paul,' and she held my hand tightly, and pushed it hard into her vagina. I wanted to leave her wanting more.
'Look Georgina. Not tonight. It's been wonderful again, but there's so much to look forward to, isn't there. On Saturday, we're going into town to get you some sexy clothes aren't we, and then in a few weeks we can go away and spend two nights together—doing anything we want to, Georgina. I want to do that, and I want to take some photos of you as well. That's what I want, Georgina. To have a really relaxing weekend, in the country, and by the sea, and enjoy pleasing you, Georgina. ( Pleasing myself as well, but I didn't need to say that!!).
'Oh Paul, you're awful,' she smiled. 'Do you really want me to...do you really want... you know... in bed?'
'Yes Georgina. I want you to go to bed now, and do it again. To bring another orgasm to your body, and think naughty thoughts while you do it. To think about us going back to the pub sometime, and perhaps getting the landlord excited again. Do that for me, Georgina, will you. Not 'will you', Georgina --I want you to do it!!
We kissed long and passionately in the car outside of her caravan, and I still played between her open legs as we did so, but then I opened the door for Georgina, and pushed her towards her empty and lonely home. She was giving herself to me, slowly and surely giving her whole being to me, and I was ecstatic with excitement.
Georgina was heaven, and there was so much more we were going to do. Saturday would be here quite soon.!! |
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I believe any man can be seduced by a male. I know you won't believe me, but here is an example of how this happened.
I was working as a delivery boy for the local Chinese takeaway. I had a delivery to a flat above a shop and had delivered there before for the owner of the shop, so was expecting him to take delivery, although when I got there in the early evening the shop was still open.
I went around the back to the metal stairway that led to the flat and knocked on the door. I was surprised when the door was opened by a young boy well he was over eighteen, but young. He wore a black short-sleeved T-shirt that was loose around the neck with a plunging neckline that showed a lovely bronzed upper chest. His hair was dark and his face was smooth as a boy's.
Instantly I was attracted and wanted him. "Can I just come in and check you have got the right food?" I said, knowing that the takeaway service rarely made any mistake, but it was a good excuse to get inside with the Adonis of a boy.
"Sure." He said in a pleasingly deep voice for his rather small frame. I stepped in to the tiny flat, which clearly had a sitting room, a bathroom and just one bedroom.
I was intrigued as to why he was here, if he lived here with the shopkeeper and what the sleeping arrangements were! "I was expecting the food to be for the shopkeeper." I said.
"George is working in the shop for two more hours, I fancied a Chinese for myself and he said your food was good." The boy said.
"Do you live with him?" I boldly asked, glancing at his tight trousers which showed a pleasing bulge.
"He's putting me up, my parents threw me out." He said, smiling to himself. Too much womanising, sent my Dad crazy! I think he is jealous of me!"
"Well you are certainly a good-looking boy, I expect you get plenty of interest from the girls." I winked, suggesting that my own fair looks got me plenty of action, which was true, just not necessarily heterosexual action.
"I think George fancies me, but he hasn't tried anything on, I don't swing that way. But he has been kind."
I busied myself checking the trays of food matched his order, but casually said, "Got a separate room to keep temptation away from him?" I laughed and was shocked with how easily the conversation had become intimate. He clearly saw me as another lad who knew the ways of the world.
"No, just his double bed, but I keep my underclothes on and keep well over my side of the bed. I think he whacks off in the bathroom." He laughed.
"I bet he does. A handsome chap like you must be very tempting, if a guy is that way inclined." I grinned and looked him up and down. "Do you think you will give way to his advances, eventually?"
"No chance! I like girls too much and don't go short." He winked.
"I bet you don't, but I think any male will swing if he is, you know, touched."
"Not me!" he asserted his heterosexuality in a charming fashion.
I was twenty-three at the time and in my prime. I knew from experience that any male can get turned on by what I could do. I stepped up to him and his eyes looked me up and down, with a slight touch of apprehension. I went right up to him, with his back to the wall that separated the sitting room from the bedroom. I put my hand to the front of his trousers and instantly moved my face in towards his exposed neck.
"What are you doing?" He asked, shocked, putting his head back against the wall so it stayed a few inches from mine. But my hand stayed on his bulge and I fingered it.
"Showing you how much you can enjoy a touch from a man." I said boldly.
"Not me!" he said, trying to dodge to his left. My right hand pressed to the wall to stop his escape and my firm left hand on his tackle held him stationary.
"See, your cock likes being touched." I said, noticing his bulge getting firmer under my left-hand fingers. I pressed and stroked, feeling his prick rise up against the front of his left hip.
"Er..." He said, I interrupted him by putting my right hand on his shoulder and put my lips to the exposed nape of his neck. His skin tasted fresh and smelled delicious. "I'm not sure.." He gasped as my lips sucked on his flesh
I let his hard cock go and skilfully undid the waist button of his trousers and slid his zip down. He gasped as my fingers slid inside the gap and stroked his erection through his underpants. "See you like it!" I took my mouth off his neck and looked into his eyes that were fluttering at my strokes on his cock.
"You like having your cock stroked, don't you?" I whispered.
"Yes." He sighed.
I was tempted to kiss his soft, cute lips, but knew there was something he would respond better to. I ran my right hand down his chest, feeling his firm body inside his T-shirt. I quickly fell to my knees and ripped his trousers down off his bum.
"Oh!" He gasped as my warm breath whispered over his cock that filled his small blue briefs. I ripped them off and his freed prick bobbed before my eyes, a mighty eight inches of prime youth that would pleasure any girl. I put my left thumb and finger around this thick base, tickling his dark bush. I admired his length. "Nice one!" I said, before opening my lips and sliding them wetly over his foreskin which tightly protected his head.
"My god!" he sighed. My right hand reached behind and stroked his firm, smooth buttocks while my mouth took in six or more of his inches. "Jesus!" He grunted, his hands pressing the back of my head to encourage me.
My head bobbed up and down and his buttocks thrust under my hand. He was panting and unable to hold back. His bum went motionless and his cock flooded my mouth with his spunk. Now he pumped under my hand furiously and gasped and swore as his orgasm overwhelmed him.
At last he stopped and I sucked the last drops of him.
I stood up and he pulled up his briefs and trousers and he ran his fingers through his hair with a shocked expression.
I stood up and said. "See, I told you. Next time you order, I'll get you to suck me." I winked.
"Never!" He asserted his heterosexuality.
I headed for the bathroom and rinsed out my mouth.
"Whatever," I said. "I'll suck you off whenever you order a meal." I grinned "Tomorrow?"
"Maybe." He nodded and tried to smile through his nervousness.
"Doesn't mean you are gay." I said, patting his shoulder reassuringly. "Just that you are a man." I winked. |
literotica | Title: How To Give Your 1st Blow Job Ch. 02
Tags: clean him up, softly suck his head, his cock should be resting on your face, gay blowjob, gay oral
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This is my final chapter of "How to give another man the best blow job ever".
I've been married for a good many years, but sexually speaking nothing beats sucking another mans cock. Be aware though, you may not ever enjoy your wife sucking your cock again!
Let's pick up from where we left off...
You have not reached the point where you are in total control, but you want to make your man feel that he is in control. The feeling of control will give him the ultimate pleasure.
I stop sucking his cock head with a loud pop as I pull it out of my mouth and I look up at his face. He will most likely be sweating and his nostrils will be flared, he does not want you to stop at this point. With his cock head just out of reach of my lips I look up and tell him to talk to me while I suck his cock, I ask him to tell me what he wants me to do.
Just as I finish asking those questions I slowly put my tongue out and lick his cock head as it hangs in front of my lips. Don't wait for his answer at this point, you didn't really want one anyway, just go back to sucking his cock head with lots of soft tongue action.
My one hand is now back on his ass, or stomach if he has chosen to sit or lay down, my other had is busy softly caressing his balls. I really don't want my hand on his shaft, it makes the entire process to rigid..
Be sure to use your tongue to slowly tickle the belly of his cock as he slides his shaft in and out of your mouth. If you want him to slow down him pumping just hold his ass tighter and moan as his full shaft sits in your mouth, he will get the message!
Now it's time for the mind blowing process that will make him moan and leak like crazy. Lick your way from side to side up and down his shaft with a very soft tongue, not stiff at all. As you reach his balls, if he allows, smell them and hook your tongue under them so that they rest on your tongue.
His cock should be resting on your face as you feast on his balls, but if you do this right it won't be there for long. He will probably take his shaft in his hand and start to pump it right in front of your face as you suck his balls.
One at a time take his balls and suck them into your mouth, moaning as you do it. Pull softly on it with your lips as your tongue softly licks this little orb as it fills your mouth. Switch back and forth between his balls as he jerks off right in front of you.
Usually at this point I stop and ask if he wants to put his balls in my mouth while he jerks off on my face, or should I start to suck his cock again. Most want both!
He is just about to cum from this blow job that has no equal, so be ready for the cum shot. You will need to decide if you want him to cum in your mouth or on your face, both are very hot. When I'm with a man he usually cums more than once, and he always wants to try both ways.
Now is the time to change where you have your hands, he is just about to cum and will want to drive his cock down your throat if you let him. If he is sitting or standing I put both my hands on his belly and rub up and down. Really what I'm doing is holding him back from pushing deeper that I may want it.
If he reaches for his cock shaft to jerk off at this moment than he wants to cum on your face. Experience it, love it, feel the heat as he is totally out of his mind with lust and can't believe how great that blow job was. If the is jerking I tell me to cum on my face, to cover me with his cum, that I need it!
Well as I guess you know he just shot a whopper of a load! As he is recovering and telling you that it was the best ever, let his cock shrink a bit and now ask him if you can clean him up.
I lick around his lower belly, and his balls, finally I start to lick his shaft clean and take his softened cock back in my mouth to slowly suck off any left over goo. I enjoy this part of the blow job best because I can now suck his shaft slowly as he enjoys the fun without the pressure of making him cum.
Well I hope this helped, it is great fun and very sensual. |
nifty | Kris had unpacked his things in is old bedroom. It seemed like only yesterday he lay on his bed masturbating like a machine gun.
But actually it had been four years since he lived here. Uncle Jon had raised him since he was twelve. And when he turned 16, he went to a Prep school and then college back east.
There had been visits of course, and his Uncle Jon would visit him.
But it wasn't the same as living there.
"Why?" he tearfully asked his Uncle one night. The mans arms were around him. One hand patted his butt.
"Because you got to get away from me I think" Uncle Jon explained.
Kris didn't want to get away from him. Ever since he moved in, he knew he loved the man. He was a good friend more then a replacement for his own parents who had died in that car wreck.
"It's ok...do it as much as you need to" Jon had said after catching him masturbating in the bathroom.
He stood in the bedroom doorway watching his Uncle towel himself off from the shower. The mans tall and somewhat hairy body fascinated him. "It's ok son" Jon said knowing the boy was looking at his naked body.
"Yo two have fun last night?" Jon had asked Kris and Tommy after a sleepover. The sex had been experimental and hot as hell. Hands, mouths and buttholes satisfied their curiousities and teenage needs.
"It's ok..guys...." Jon had said and continued feeding the famished boy their breakfast. "Teenagers have a large appetite" Tommy explained when Jon moarveled at how much he ate.
"Yea and sex makes you hungrier" Kris added.
Every Sunday night the living room became full of Uncle Jon's friends. It was their night away from wives and other restrictions. The air was full of cigar smoke, pot smoke and the aroma of beer. The floor soon became covered with their discarded shirtsand trousers.
Kris got used to seeing them in their underwear, getting them beer and chips and hanging out with them. He loved doing that..sitting in his jockey shorts on the floor next to Uncle Jon's legs.
"You are a good boy" Uncle Jon said one night. The man patted the boys butt and held on this time. Kris liked the feeling.
"Can I stay with you tonight?" so it was Kris that started their physical relationship. He sucked, got played with, slept in the arms of his Uncle after feeling the man's erection inside him. And he even got to return the favor occasionally.
"Because you need to find men your own age" Jon said. That was the final decision.
In military school, Kris eventually did find himself fitting into the horny teenager activity. But it was different then with the older men he loved being around.
And during the summer after leaving the military school, Kris found his Uncle Jon and friends had started to hang out at the house naked too. He was embarrased but intrigued seeing the men freely naked as they watched the sports on Sunday nights.
"Hey Kris, you're back home now, are you too good to help like you used to?" ONe of the men said.
"Leave him alone..he's a graduate now" his Uncle Jon said.
"No its ok" Kris said and resumed his chores bringing beer and chips and helping the Sunday gathering.
"You can strip down too you know kid" one of the men said about the middle of the summer "we won't attack you" there was laughter.
He sat on the floor near his Uncle's legs watching the tv as usual. And without looking at the other men, Kris pulled his underwear off.
"Nice boner kid" one of the men said patting his bare leg. Kris had indeed gotten an erection.
"It's ok Kris" Jon patted his bare shoulder.
Kris put his underwear back on.
College devoured him for the next four years. Summers were spent traveling, working or taking more classes. The summer after his junior year, Kris accepted a job.
It was an unusual one but let him spend the summer in California with two men. One was a man with whom he had spent several nights enjoying the man and his lover and the sex they shared.
They were working on a research project there.
The summer he arrived they told him to get rid of his clothes. And he spent most of the summer naked, tanning in the backyard, having sex with them and their friends, keeping the house clean and occasionally going to parties, the beach and sometimes even sex clubs.
Christmas of his Senior Year, Kris arrived home. His Uncle smiled and hugged him. They discussed the holidays and when Jon said Kris could do anything he wanted to, the boy smiled.
"Anything?"
"You name it"
Kris began to strip. "I want to spend the entire week as your slave" he said.
Kris held up a leather collar he had been given back at college by a man.
Uncle Jon took it and bucked it into place. It was a strange but fulfiling holiday.
Kris unpacked the rest of his belongings and hearing the noises downstairs, knew it was time to join his Uncle Jon's friends.
The TV was blaring and the men were laughing and smoking as usual. A few had even stripped naked as he remembered they liked to do.
There was a round of applause when he appeared, several wishes of congratulations and beer bottle toasts.
"So boy, now that you're a big time graduate, what are you going to do this summer?" one of them asked
Kris already near naked pulled his gym shorts off and put the collar around his neck buckling it into place.
"serve my Master and his friends" he said kneeling...his cock curving into a half hard condition.
And that's what he DID do that night and all summer long....with his hands, mouth and butt doing what most of the men had fantasized about for years.
The end of the summer was far away..but for now, Kris had lots to do as the house boy for his Uncle Jon and his friends. |
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I had always been sexually advanced for my age, I discovered masturbation when I was 5 years old and even though I did not yet ejaculate I could make myself have massive dry orgasms daily. I also discovered that I had a perverted side that came out when I was horny or jacking my dick. It started with my dad actually, we would shower together like most small boys do, but I distinctly remember staring, mesmerized at his thick, hairy, uncut cock. I loved it, and would often play with it, or at least try before being scolded. I also liked it when he would wash my little package and I sprung a hard on almost every time, He was shocked the first time and after getting over his pride that his sun not only could get a massive hard on but that it was sizable for my age, he told me it was bad to show my dick off and be "boisterous". So for years I didn't, I would jerk off in bathrooms after seeing a teacher pee, or cum myself when grandpa came to town and took his long baths. Until one weekend that changed my entire sexual life....for good
My uncle Joe was the youngest of 12 kids on my mothers side, he was wild and know to love his partying, what that was I wasn't sure but I heard it enough. He was never married but had a daughter, Rachel, with a woman who gave birth and signed her rights away to pursue acting in LA. He worked at the Board of Trade and lived on the west side of Chicago in an apartment complex. My mother was really close to Joe from growing up as the youngest girl in their family. So when she was called to a business trip last minute and my dad was out of town she called Joe who was delighted to have me over? I never got to see him outside of family gathering, which were stuffy for everyone, so I wasn't sure how to act or what to expect.
I arrived at 6pm on Friday night and had to walk myself in, seeing as my mother was late for a flight, and by the time I made it up the steps, Joe was there with the door open for me. "Hey dude! What's up?" he asked smiling. "Not too much Uncle Joe, I....". "Hey, none of that shit, call me Joe" he interrupted closing the door behind me. That's when I noticed the smell coming from the glass in his hand, alcohol definitely, I knew this even at 11 years old, and anyone in my family would. "Ok, Joe" I said, even though it didn't feel right.
Looking around the apartment was nice, if you ignored the mess everywhere. But he was a bachelor, no wife to clean, so I ignored it. Well, that wasn't the only reason I ignored it, Joe had an amazing body, an athlete, always was, and he was only 32 years old. His frame looked even better now, wearing a tank top that was worn so much it was see through and briefs that outlined his massive package. I couldn't help looking when he said, "Hey pal, my eyes are up here" with a wink, "you can put your bags there by the couch, and sorry but the living rooms gunna be your crash pad". I nodded and obeyed totally embarrassed. "Oh and don't mind me if I come home acting a little funny" he added, smirking.
Once I settled Joe came out and said, "How does my ass look in these jeans, bud?" I didn't know what to say, it looked great, strong, round and very hot, my cock began to rise in my shorts. He noted the long pause and shift of my package and laughed out, "Holy shit you really are gay little man, I was kidding" he was still laughing, not mockingly though, as if I had said the obvious, "I'm getting some pussy tonight, don't wait up!". The door slammed and I was alone with the couch and TV, and my growing dick. I got up to find a movie and when I opened the cabinet found a treasure trove of porn instead. I riffled through and found one with the most cock and least vagina in it and put it on, gangbang slut four. It got me hot to see the woman being used and even more to see the men cheer each other on.
Just as I was getting warmed up, I had a beer open I had talked from the kitchen and some lotion to use for lube, I threw off all my shorts and tee shirt and sprawled nude across the couch. Just as the back guy was cumming inside the slut (as she was called) The door flew open and my uncle Joe came tumbling in with a friend I vaguely recognized as his Mexican neighbor and fellow single dad. They were very clearly wasted and when they saw me Joe got a look in his eyes I hadn't seen before. "Dave, go set up the pipe, we will be in soon", his friend nodded n stumbled to the bedroom.
My uncle turned to face me fully, locking his. His expression was unlike anything I had ever seen, lustful hunger, mixed with racing thoughts and animalistic desire. Not to mention the smirk on his face. I noticed that his cock was rock hard and was pushing outward from his jeans, perfectly outlined by the denim. "What were you doing, bud?" he asked, still smirking. I froze, I had no idea what to say, I just looked back at him dumbfounded, did he not know? He cleared his throat, "I said, what were you doing when I walked in, boy?" I looked down, "I....I....I...." was all I could say. His expression changed, softened a bit. "Just say it Matt, I just need to hear you say it out loud". I took a breath and muttered, "I was jerking my dick, uncle". He smiled wider, "Why?", Confused I said, "What do you....". "Stop fucking around!!!!! We are past that boy, tell me why you were rubbing your little prick". Shocked I just let out what was forefront in my mind, the truth. "It feels pretty good when I do and it lets me have my dirty thoughts and get them out for awhile."
He cocked his head, "What are these dirty thoughts?" I looked down and mumbled "Mommy says what I do is bad and so does daddy, I want to play with other penises, especially daddy's but he says that is bad to think, so I jack off when I have urges like that." Joes face lit up as I told him this deep, dark secret. "Well, bud, you know what that means don't you?" I shook my head. "It means" he said, "that you're a pervert and a slut". He smiled wide after stating this fact and I almost started to cry, but he stopped me. "Matt, that's not a bad thing" he stated, pouring another drink, "I'm a huge pervert and I love it, its good to start young too, don't worry, ill show you". I didn't understand but I stammered out the only thing they taught us in school, "Only a doctor should touch me down there". He laughed, "Don't worry buddy, I'm a doctor, and I'm going to make you feel very, very good" he took a large gulp of his cocktail, "And you are going to love every minute of it". I started to feel my dick swell at the thing Joe was saying to me, and the way that he was so drunk he didn't care to even sugar coat it. He looked down and smiled, grabbing his own enormous cock. "Now, Matt, take out that little boy dick and show me how u jack off, and tell me everything you are thinking about, in detail!" he moved to sit next to me on the couch, and put his arm around my shoulder. "If you don't, you will get a spanking...with my belt, understand?" I nodded and he took another gulp of his drink, "But don't be shy, it makes your uncles cock wet to hear you talk about your dad, I wont judge you, if you wont judge me, deal" Again I nodded. "Good" he declared, "now show me how you rub your prick buddy". |
literotica | Title: Matthew Fox: Alice in Wonderland
Tags: male domination, female submission, public place, dirty talk
*Tahti's note: The story should be read as a fantasy, in no way did I mean to be disrespectful to Matthew Fox.*
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The dress can be called anything from slutty to classy, depending on the intention of an onlooker.
Deep red satin hugs her hips and thighs snugly, the hem reaches her knees and the top is not particularly low-cut. But there is a high slit going almost to the underside of her buttocks and her back is completely bared, the outline plunging to the curve above her ass, delicate straps just barely curving around her shoulders.
She glances at her own reflection in one of the enormous mirrors in the hotel lobby. Almost not recognizing herself, almost ready to turn around and go change, aware of the looks she's attracting, aware of the nature of them.
Instead, she licks her lips and heads for the gallery, towards the gathering of the glitzy crowd.
There's one particular gaze she hopes will darken at the suggestion her dress entails.
The first time she saw him, adrenaline shot through her system like an electric impulse, but her body didn't betray her otherwise, not a muscle twitched. If anything, her posture became somewhat rigid, as she subconsciously straightened her back and concentrated on feigned indifference. It was at that exact moment that she stopped really paying attention to her colleague trying to get her engaged in some small talk, and she smiled politely. And kept throwing glances to behind her, across the room, at him.
It was too hard not to look, but she was careful not to get caught. Briefly, she thinks how pathetic it was to feel all engrossed in staring at the man, but he was not just another man and she couldn't fathom by what spin of events she found herself in the same room with him. Maybe that was not even him.
But then he looked up in her direction as if sensing her gaze and for a moment it was like he anchored her with his smoldering irises, for a couple of seconds she couldn't avert her eyes, like a deer blinded by headlights.
Feeling heat creeping up her cheeks, she ducked her head but was unable not to look up again after a while, to find his eyes directed at her.
"Hey, what's there?" her colleague, Julia, eventually caught up with her distraction and turned around to see what got her attention.
"Ah, him!" Julia smiled knowingly. "He's friends with the owner of the gallery," she offered.
"Kinda hard not to stare," she shrugged, hoping to brush it off.
"Careful there, girl," Julia said. "He's got quite a reputation."
"I'm not going there!"she hissed, the prudish part of her shocked that anyone could think otherwise. But she couldn't help the unwitting tingle in her lower belly at what it would mean, what it could mean. "I'm not like that!"
"No, of course. You're not." Julia mumbled apologetically.
The man took an unhurried sip of his whiskey and rested his shoulder on the wall, exchanging detached smiles with another guest. And she could tell, he knew; her eyes wandered to him as if drawn by a magnet, he saw it. But she kept her distance and did her best to pretend she wasn't looking, and that made him look.
This is why she's here now, this is why she came back tonight. Why she's wearing this dress.
Right from the entrance, several men ogle her, with openly sly smirks as if they already picture themselves between her legs. She looks around discreetly, scanning the surroundings for one familiar face.
The sense of both relief and panic washes over her when she encounters it, telling her she doesn't have a fucking idea what she expects to happen, or no, there's not much use convincing herself so anymore. She has a very clear idea of what she wants from him and it scares her, scares her like an urge to reach for a stimulant scares an addict. She doesn't want to want it but it's beyond her control, and she knows how wretched she'll feel if her plan backfires.
Heart thumping in her chest, she makes her way to the bar, having to go closely near him. Her eyes are firmly trained on the space ahead, even if not really seeing much, so his reaction is lost on her, she hopes he noticed her at all.
You're so stupid, Alice, she tells herself for a hundredth time, ordering a Margherita, ironically, and feeling the breeze from an open French window a little cool on her bare back.
The drink unfolds in warm fuzzy current inside her, and she works up the courage to turn around, and nearly gasps, because he's right behind her.
For a moment, he doesn't say anything and just holds her gaze with a shadow of a smile, his pupils dilated in the dim light. He's quick, she's got to give him that, having faultlessly sensed a willing prey. She knows, she stands out among the conservatively dressed snobbish women here, she knows no one's outfit screams 'do me' like hers, and she knew -- she sees that now -- that he'd pick on it, acting territorial if nothing else.
"You were here last night," she hears him speak, his tone somewhat mellow, calm.
She nods, returning the little smile and cocking her head. "I was."
He studies her wordlessly for a while longer and she chooses to remain silent, her thoughts racing, if she should acknowledge him somehow or not.
"You'd like to dance?" he asks abruptly, making her want to grin madly, but she just nods again and then a warm spasm jolts through her insides when his hand lands on the small of her back, just below the rim of her immodest dress. It's a brief touch, to motion her towards the dance floor, where several couples sway to the rhythm of a slow piano melody, but the spark ignites an avalanche of desires for it being multiplied and intensified.
He leads her to a faintly lit spot by the window where she can't make out the exact expression on his face, but it doesn't matter, because his hand comes back to the still tingling spot, and the other one takes hold of hers in a sure clasp.
It feels even better than she could have imagined. His sturdy form somehow engulfs her, but it's not intimidating or patronizing. She feels alert and warm.
Steadily, he pulls her closer, until their bodies touch in the middle, her stomach pressed to his, his thigh maneuvering itself in between hers impudently. She doesn't trust herself to look up to his face as he leads the slow dance. What it would be like to have him lead her into oblivion while he pushed himself inside her?
Alice's grasp on his hand tightens and her reason gives up on reminding her how ridiculous the thoughts are.
"So what did you say your name was?" he asks, the words tickling her ear.
"I didn't," she mutters into his chest. "And it's Kathy," she lies. The fake identity making it that bit easier to follow through with the game she has set. "Yours?"
She looks up to him in time to see him chuckle.
"You can pick any that you like," he says, playing along, even though she tells herself there's no way he knows her real name.
"Your own is fine," she tells him, meeting his gaze defiantly, feeling his hand creep up a bit on her back, so his thumb is brushing against her bare skin there.
"Oh, so you know who I am?"
"I know who you are," she answers, not breaking their gaze, and wondering what the hell possessed her to act like this. Like she knows what she's doing.
"What are you doing here, Kathy?" he continues, his thumb stroking her spine gently and it's right then it hits her what is inevitable. Fully aware of her actions, Alice moves her hand over his strong shoulder testing the feel of it. Solid and flexing underneath the confines of his dress jacket. She can only imagine what a man with such a classically testosterone figure could do to her.
"Just... enjoying a gallery opening."
"You're not from here, right?" he continues lazily. "Europe?"
"Yeah," she agrees, but doesn't offer any more. "Europe."
"You're different than the women here. What do you do?"
"You sure wanna know a lot. For what it matters, I could be a plain prostitute."
"You're not a prostitute," he laughs sharply.
"How do you know?"
"Trust me, I know," he breathes into her temple, a warm gust of air nearly burning the delicate skin. She can smell the whiskey on his breath, and cigarettes. He'd taste bitter and smoky, the flavor of a man who doesn't deny himself the worldly pleasures.
"I like the dress though," he says, running his finger along the rim of it, deliberately keeping it off her flesh. "So? You gonna tell me who you are?"
"What does it matter? To you?"
"Consider it a personal quirk," he looks directly into her eyes, provocatively. Pulling her closer into himself, he bents his head and murmurs the rest into her ear, but without touching it.
"I like to know who I fuck."
It's her turn to huff out a laugh, partly nervous and partly aroused. A short, throaty laugh. Even though her knees waver underneath her and goose bumps form on the back of her neck.
"What makes you think that you're... fucking me?" she dares, the expletive rolling off her mouth like she's tasting it.
He stills and smiles easily at her, his dark eyes narrowing a notch.
"Thanks for the dance," he says with a subtle bow, then brings her hand to his lips brushing them against the back of it.
With an impeccable gentlemanly manner, he escorts her back to where they picked up from, and with a nod and this infuriatingly challenging smirk, he leaves her be.
"It was a pleasure, Kathy," and she watches him walk off, his distinctive tall silhouette moving gracefully among the crowd, and he's all she can see, other men suddenly looking small and docile when he passes them by.
She takes a sip of her drink as her mind undresses him involuntarily, and she wonders briefly if he fucks his wife the same way his whole presence implies about fucking other women, dominantly and confidently. If she knows all about it. Does it turn her on? Him?
The thought arouses her somehow and for one bold moment she lets it in, lets herself bask in a fantasy of being pinned down by him while the other woman watches. How wrong and how exciting it would be.
It takes another man's tentative advances for her to shake off the reverie and excuse herself to the lantern-lit terrace, fishing out a cigarette from her purse. It reaches her lips when a hand holding a lighter appears before her -- his hand, again.
Sucking on her cigarette, she nods her thank you and eyes him curiously.
"You're always this... audacious?" she asks after a beat, when he doesn't look at the slightest uncomfortable standing there silently with her.
He lets out an amused laugh, looking sideways to some people passing by.
"When I think it's worth it, yeah."
"Is it worth it?" she teases back, feeling bolder.
"You tell me," he replies in a husky voice that makes her yearn for his breath on her ear when he speaks like that.
His eyes are like magnets to her and she becomes aware of the power he has over her, how much she longs for what he offers.
"C'mon Kathy, let me show you something," he says, his hand returning to the small of her back, now blatantly smoothing over her skin. Like a burning imprint, she thinks.
She ditches her cigarette and his arm curls around her waist and Alice leans into the strength of it as he guides her through the hotel garden, past thick sweet-smelling bushes, to a viewing bay which overlooks the entire downtown landscape, shimmering with city lights like sequined fabric.
It's secluded and almost completely dark, bathed in the afterglow of the colorful lanterns and a thought crosses her mind, a shadow of caution that she doesn't know him at all, that maybe she should be wary, but his arm around her feels strangely reassuring and the thrill of being so close to him intoxicates her brain, not without her permission.
They reach a railing where her hands take a rest, his own slithering idly beside them as he moves to stand behind her, but not touching her. Trapping her on the spot with his body.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" he says quietly somewhere dangerously close to the nape of her neck.
She shivers and a low yeah is all she can utter when his hands move surprisingly gently to cover hers as his thumbs draw light circles over the sensitive insides of her wrists.
"You know what now" he states more than asks and lowers his head so his lips finally brush her earlobe as he speaks.
"I'm gonna fuck you, Kathy." Her body responds on his own, in contort of her inner muscles and in pooling warmth between her legs.
"Hard, Kathy. So hard, that you can't walk," he whispers, pressing himself lightly to her from behind, just enough for her to feel his hard-on. "But you'll come back crawling to me, you'll beg me for more," he promises lustily.
This is insane, she thinks, but can't control her eyes shutting tight, her body arching back and the little sigh which escapes her mouth.
Shifting his weight, he rubs against her ass, teasing her, knowing oh so very well what he's doing.
"This is what you came here for," he scrapes her shoulder with his stubbly chin. "I know that look you gave me last night. I know it."
Just how many women he has taken this way, she wonders and figures that it doesn't matter at all, that she doesn't care. It's her turn now, she's going to experience what it's like, what he's like.
"I really like your dress, you know," he mutters, fingering the rim along her ribs, making her chuckle lightly.
"You just want to fuck the dress."
"May be some truth to it," he retorts, mirroring her smile, which she feels against her shoulder as his lips wander lazily up her neck, with no trace of hurry but with unmistakable purpose.
Suddenly, when she's just let herself relax and succumb to the unhurried pace, he thrusts against her hard, pinning her to the railing and making her moan. He's more than ready and in no mood to conceal it.
When his hands clasp over hers tightly, they are nowhere near gentle this time, and he repeats the forceful movement, driving her into the steel bars until they dig into her belly.
"You like that? You like it like this?" his whisper is dark and dripping with lust. She has never been an object of such unadulterated primal lust.
"Yes..." she breathes out, her vision already blurred and the anticipation becoming impossible to take.
"When I saw you tonight, when I saw you walk in wearing this, I knew what I wanted," speaks, moving his head to the other side of hers, his teeth grazing her neck. "Did you know what you wanted, Kathy?"
"Ye-es...! Oh god!" her admission dissolves into a moan when he anchors her in place with his hips and his large hands connect with her bare back to slide swiftly underneath the outer edges of the dress and over her breasts, cupping them, kneading them with just the right amount of pressure.
"Oh yeah, I'm gonna give you the ride of your life, baby."
For a little longer, he plays with her nipples, rubbing them, pinching between his fingers and all she can do is wriggle helplessly and whimper, her head falling back to his shoulder and her buttocks seeking more contact with his erection.
"Fuck, Kathy, I really want a look at your tits, but I'm liking this little slutty attire way too much."
The brink of her mind is still aware they're in a public place where anyone can walk in on them, but this is her last concern, she can't even think of embarrassment and she's sure she'll die if she doesn't feel more of him, all over her body, if he doesn't soothe the aching need between her legs.
She feels the hot moisture literally dripping out of her, coming out in waves synchronized with his actions and when he shifts one of his hands out of her dress and down to her center where he presses through the fabric, she's sure it'll soak through, and it does.
Feeling it, he lets out a groan into her ear and it goes straight to where his skilled fingers work her.
"That's it, girl. Get ready for me."
"I am," she moans breathlessly, moving one arm behind an around his neck, pulling his mouth to her pulse point where he sucks roughly, while she's smoothing her fingers over the ticklish texture of his short hair. "Do it. Do me already."
His breath quickens a little, and he grabs handfuls of the satin and pulls it up harshly, high enough for the slit at the back to allow him access where he needs it. He moves the flaps open and then she realizes she has dumbly put tights on.
"Fuck," he bites out an annoyed groan. "You better not be attached to these much."
What he does next should shock her but instead amplifies her arousal; he tears the delicate layer open and out of the way, and the sound of it ripping sends another jolt of desire through her body. He's growing impatient to have her.
All Alice can do, is brace herself on her outstretched arms and trembling legs, which she instinctively opens wider when one of his hands returns to the front of her dress to press against her and the other slides down over her scantily clad buttocks, down in between them and underneath her thong, until his fingers ease into her wet folds, parting them, teasing her opening, before eventually slipping inside her.
She's trying so hard to keep quiet, but what he's doing to her, the way he has clipped her between his hands is making her need to make all sorts of obscene noises, the ones she has never thought she had the nerve to make. Now, it's not a choice, it's an agonizing, excruciating need.
As if sensing it, he presses tighter, rubs harder, finally bringing out the shriek out of her, and then he stops.
"Quiet," he says imperiously. "Keep quiet, or I'll stop."
"Don't stop," she practically begs, nodding furiously and biting her lip when he starts all over again, hitting all the right spots without a miss, with an expertise of someone who has either taken anatomy classes or has a lot of experience.
He pumps her with a perfectly measured rhythm and she feels herself nearing the brink, amazed that it's even possible, but right then both of his hands are suddenly gone, making her let out a surprised and disappointed oh. She looks over her shoulder and sees him opening his belt buckle with a soft click and it's the most erotic thing she has ever seen.
"I decide when you come," he says simply, his face barely visible in the shadow, but she can make out the set shadowed jaw and the dark shape of his eyes and he looks almost inhuman to her, like a creature of wilderness that's gonna devour her with no twinge of conscience.
It makes her want him that much more.
She watches, as he pulls the zipper down undoing his dress pants and quickly pulling himself out. Her lips water at the sight of his commanding cock, huge and hard and flushed; she's has never been with a man of this size and she wants to touch him, feel it in her hands. Reaching around she tries, but he stops her.
"Not now. Hand back where it was."
And she obliges, like with everything he demands of her.
Slowly, he steps back into position, but not quite there, just teasing her with his tip and she takes quick shallow breaths at how hot it is, how slick.
Her whole body arches instinctively, waiting for him to enter, but he once again retrieves, chuckling under his breath.
"You want it, huh."
"God, yes!"
"You're like a cat in heat," he tells her lustfully, grabbing her hip and stilling her, and she looks around again, to see him open a foil wrapper and sliding a condom onto his impressive manhood.
"Always prepared?" she arches her eyebrow.
But he doesn't answer her, only moves her thong to the side and slides himself into her folds, rubbing for a moment to cover his cock with her juices and then pushes up into her, slowly, in little strokes up and up, stretching her, until he's fully embedded in her body.
With a low grunt, he rests his face in the crook of her neck and breaths into it, burning her skin. He's completely still those first few seconds when her body adjusts to the size of him; she has never thought it possible to accommodate so much of a man inside her, but the way he does it, and how wet she is...!
"Ever been filled this tight before?"
His voice is as hoarse as his cheek now, against her back and the heat of his body swallows her whole being up.
"It's not uncomfortable, is it?" he asks unexpectedly, making her realize how crucial to his pleasure her own is. Which she finds sort of touching, given the circumstances.
"Fuck, no."
Then her world really explodes.
He withdraws, and pushes back with full force, hitting spots, hitting places she didn't even know existed within her, sending himself so deep in that her uterus contracts deliciously and her breath gets caught down her throat, her mouth wide open in a silent scream.
He does it again, and again, and she finally exhales loudly, unsure if she just came already, but every forceful thrust brings the sensation back, only more powerful.
"You ever had a g-spot orgasm, Kathy?" he asks, as if expecting she'd be able to talk now, while he's thrusting up so hard she can hardly stand.
She shakes her head and feels his wet tongue flatten out on her spine, licking up the hollow all the way to her hairline.
"I'm gonna give you one," he breaths into the wet skin.
His grip firm on her hips, he drives into her harder and harder, pulling out almost completely and coming back with an audible smack of his body against hers, the wetness seeping out of her making it sound like laps. Anyone passing by would hear, and combined with their heavy breathing, it'd be only too obvious, but what she's feeling, how he's making her feel, as if she's reduced to this carnal being oblivious to any supposed civilization, is too good to even contemplate giving up on.
"Harder -- " she moans as quiet as she can, even though he's already fucking her wildly, almost violently, as she succumbs to the moment. The moment in which she's no more than a female and he's simply a male in this primal mating.
"You like it hard, Kathy? You like it rough?"
"Take me, fuck me..." she continues mindlessly, the words coming out of her mouth unwittingly, everything but the reminder of what they're doing wiped out of her mind.
"Oh, I'm fucking you alright, baby. You're gonna remember this," he grunts.
If it's even possible, he plunges deeper yet, causing her to squirm in his hold, his hard dick grazing a spot inside her that makes her want to burst, the pleasure almost too much to take and she suddenly feels it, something uncoiling slowly within, all her insides on fire.
"You feel that?" he whispers. "Feel me there?"
"Yeah! Oh god, oh fuck, OH yes!" she exclaims, as a wonderful warm wave overcomes her body, one after another, with each thrust, and she doesn't want it to stop and it seems like it won't, her head spinning and her heart racing so fast like her blood is going to boil.
Not aware that she's screaming, she feels a hand clamp over her mouth and she sinks her teeth into it, but he doesn't loosen the hold.
Abruptly, his movements stop, and he presses her tighter to the railing, one arm gathering her into his chest. He's still hard as ever within her and she doesn't understand, struggling to come back down from her high.
"Shh, there are people coming," he whispers into her ear and very slowly eases his hand down from her mouth.
She slacks back into him, grateful for the grip, not trusting her own legs to support her.
"I -... I just..."
"Shh, I know." She can just picture the self-content smirk on his face. "Just be quiet for a second."
Slowly, she regains some focus and the buzz around her becomes human, some girly giggling and some animated male voices. The volume is steadily raising and Alice comprehends the people are nearing them.
The way he's wrapped tightly around her leaves no doubt about their actions, but for some reason she doesn't find it discomforting, or off-putting. No, all at once she almost wishes they would see. That they would watch him take her.
Ever so slightly, she bucks her hips up against him and is rewarded with a strained sigh. Taking advantage of her temporary upper hand, she repeats it, and to her satisfaction, he does resume his thrusting, only as tiny, rocking movements now.
"You'll pay for this," he whispers into her hair.
The voices finally subside, apparently skewing to a different path, and her breathing finally slows down a notch. He pulls out of her, making her frown. Hands gripping her arms, he turns her around to face him. There's no time to study his face, because he lifts her off the ground effortlessly, sitting her on the railing.
She gasps, eyes wide, in full acknowledgement of the precipice behind her.
"No. No, just put me down."
"Trust me," he says.
"Why would I? I don't know you."
"Just do."
His arms encircle her firmly and she can feel their strength as she apprehensively leans back against them.
And then he kisses her, for the first time, a hard, greedy open mouthed kiss which leaves no room for resistance as he shoves his tongue past her lips and then sucks on her own. It's strangely sensual, the intrusion so aggressive and making her dizzy all over again.
He tastes like warm strong liquor and it has nothing to do with the alcohol either of them consumed. She's drinking him, his saliva and the velvety flesh of his mouth. He seems to swallow her whole, and as their tongues entwine, she feels him push his cock back into her, nothing like the calculated manner of his initial penetration. He pushes hard now, invading her body like a conqueror claiming his land, thrusting all the way up and setting up a fierce rhythm until she gasps and pants into his mouth.
Suddenly, his fingers creep up to the straps of her dress, tugging them down.
"Show them to me. Give me your titties, Kathy" he urges, and she wriggles the front of her dress down.
He smiles, eyeing her hungrily and then bends her back enough for him to capture one nipple in his mouth. He nibbles and sucks and bites the fevered flesh gently and then not so gently, and Alice is unable to do anything but let herself come along on the ride as a fresh wave of pleasure comes flooding her.
But she wants to touch him too, wants to feel his hot skin, his taut muscles unrestrained by the clothing, so she tears on his tie, undoing it with shaky fingers, then on the buttons of his black dress shirt finally having it open to grant her access to his sculpted chest, the hairs there tickling her palms as they roam everywhere they can reach, over his nipples and tight abdomen, down his sides, down into his pants, to clutch his buttocks underneath his boxers, urging him deeper, harder inside her.
They're pressed so tight together, bodies colliding against one another, and each movement, each stroke teases her almost oversensitive clit just right, and it's not long before she feels climbing up again.
"Just like this, just there -- fuck me hard -!" she huffs out, before he pulls her hips even closer into him and takes her mouth into his again, fucking it with his tongue now, like his cock is ramming into her.
It's frantic and it's wild and she has never been fucked like this. She forgets all about the cliff and gives in to him completely, and in to the faith that his arms will break her fall.
"Those people are coming back," he warns, but she can only hear her own blood pulsing in her ears, and his breath matching the frenzied rate of her heartbeats.
"I don't care," she pants.
"We'll have to stop," he says, but god no! he doesn't.
"No, please, no -!" she's so close, a powerful orgasm only a few seconds away. "Not now, I have to -, I need to -, you need to -- "
Her words seem to turn him on and thank god he's nowhere near stopping, instead picks up his pace, thrusting in faster, smaller, but equally hard strokes.
"Say it, Kathy. Say what you need me to do."
"Make me come, please, make me come," she's past any worry how desperate she sounds, and he obviously enjoys making her beg for it.
"You greedy minx," he says, clamping his teeth over her collarbone and then dipping his tongue into the hollow.
The fear of getting caught with him like this accelerates her hips' movements, she can't stop, there's not a force on Earth that would make her stop, and so it's happening, three more strokes and she's there, falling into her own abyss, outside of the world, where she only sees blinding white light, the tension leaving her body in pulsing surges, and it goes on and on, her vagina clutching him in place out of its own volition, and he keeps the rhythm, which makes it feel like she'll never come down, each movement like a new climax.
When she finally opens her eyes, he's staring intently into hers and breaks into a satisfied smile of a man who has just taken a woman's breath away.
"So is it worth it, Kathy?"
She's not even tired, just feels so thoroughly good.
"It is," she agrees, and he resumes his focused moves.
"Fuck, it's good in you there," he whispers into her mouth.
"Hot and tight and so wet for me," he rasps his cheek against her throat, as if he knows the scratchy texture is bliss to her delicate skin.
"But you have a pretty little mouth, Kathy," he murmurs, and she knows what he wants.
Easing out of her, he lowers her back to the ground.
He rips the condom off and her hand flings to touch him, feel that hot satin which is so much smoother and glorious than her dress could ever be.
"Suck me off," he demands, no, orders, and she finds herself complying shamelessly, dropping to her knees, undoubtedly tearing her tights over the gravel surface, but what difference does it make now.
Right before her face, his cock seems even more impressive, the skin tight and glistening over it, the throbbing veins swollen, the head purple and seeping. She licks her lips unbelieving that the sheer sight of it makes her want him again, revving up her spent body in a flash.
There's no way she could take all of him in, but she closes her mouth over the tip, swirling her tongue around it and releasing it with a suckle. She does it again, adding her hand to grip the length of him and hears him suck in a breath; he likes that.
He doesn't move when she takes him a little deeper in, tasting the pungent clear liquid of his pre-cum, stroking him in the opposite direction to her busy mouth, twisting her wrist slightly, but then his hand comes up to close over hers, tightening her grip, needing it harder.
She's swallowing him as far as she can, occasionally breaking the pattern to lick up the underside of his cock and flutter her tongue over just his tip, teasing the tiny slot there, then she comes back with a stronger suck.
Without thinking, her other hand dives into the opening of his pants to cup his balls, the soft skin yielding to her fingers as she fondles it gently.
He seems to be enjoying it, his breath coming out in quick shallow spurts, his fingers tangling in her hair and the low groaning sounds he makes telling her he's close.
And he must be, hips now jerking involuntarily in small thrusts into her mouth, sending him so deep, she has to blink away moisture in her eyes.
"C'mon, you can do better than that," he breaths, taking hold of her head and holding her in place while his cock pokes at the back of her throat.
She has to focus on relaxing her muscles, but wants to please him so desperately, wants to give him the best she can, wants to watch him lose himself in the ecstasy he just gave her.
So she takes most of him in, and he's fucking her mouth now, with little aid on her side, she doesn't even get to suck him anymore.
Steadying herself against his muscular thighs, she lets it happen, oddly aroused by what he's doing, how she's a mere tool for him to use. There's more, her hands, on their on accord, roam over his ass and legs, as if they want to ensure he doesn't back off.
Still, even now he's controlled enough not to push so far he'd gag her and while he's clearly nearing the edge, she can tell the measured strokes are meant to delay it, to make this last longer.
She wants to taste him and lick him clean but at the same time worries she'd choke if he comes so deep in her mouth. But just as he's about to, and she feels his cock twinge, he pulls out and clasps his own hand around his shaft, pumping it hard once, twice, and then with a guttural growl he comes, his seed shooting out in hot sticky ribbons, landing on her still parted lips, on her cheeks and running slowly down her neck and chest.
Overwhelmed by fascination, she watches his handsome face contorted as if in pain, eyes tightly shut and his head fallen backwards, his breathing harsh, convulsive, while he keeps moving his hand until nothing is left and she's covered in his cum.
Eventually, he stops, exhaustion slumping his posture slightly and his head lowers, but he keeps his eyes closed for a long moment and just stands still, catching his breath.
As if paralyzed, she's not even aware that she's holding her own breath, not until he looks at her, eyes hooded and sated, and gives her a small smile.
He reaches out and running his finger slowly over her chin, he gathers up his own release and puts it in her mouth. It's a strong tangy taste of sex, she thinks, closing her eyes in inexplicable delight, as he continues cleaning her up and feeding her himself.
Feeling a tug on her arms, she realizes she's being pulled up to her feet, and her joints are numb, but she can only feel his lips as they press into hers, the kiss lacking previous haste and frenzy, but nonetheless sensual and erotic.
"How many women have you fucked like this before?" she mutters through her haze.
He chuckles.
"Too many."
"Here?"
"None," he smiles, and she has no idea if he's telling the truth.
She's a complete rag doll as she allows him to pull the straps of her dress back up her arms and straighten the fabric over her body. He looks her over and to her surprise, pulls up her skirt and crouches in front of her, to peel off the shattered remnants of her tights down her legs.
Methodically, he lifts each of her feet out of its shoe and takes the garment off, then his fingers run slowly up the back of her thighs and suddenly his face is level with her crotch. Taken aback, Alice gasps feeling him nuzzle her through her panties and nibble gently on her clit, sniffing on her like an animal.
"Next time," he looks up to her wide eyes with a seductive grin.
The words echo in her minds excitedly.
Next time. |
literotica | Title: Meeting Melissa
Tags: rolled melissa, melissa licked, melissa held, told car, told melissa, reached wrapped, cock couple, guest bathroom, cock melissa, shirt tie
*This story was written by a friend of mine, who asked that I post it for him. I will be glad to except any feedback on this story for him, and I will forward all responses for him to read.*
My name is Jim, and I had just finished mowing the grass. It was only the middle of June and it was already 90 degrees outside. I hated to think what it was going to be like by late July and August. I went over to the fridge to get a cold soda and sat down at the table to cool off. I don't know how long I sat there day dreaming before I heard a knock at the door. I went to the door and when I opened it; I had to catch my breath. There at my front door stood a beautiful black woman. She stood about 5'6" tall, in heels. Beautiful long shiny black hair, perky breast and a nice bubble butt. She was dressed in a black dress that came to just above her knees.
I asked her if I could help her, and she told me her car had broke down, and she was trying to get to her uncles funeral. She asked me if she could use the phone to call her dealership. She also added that it was a brand new car, and she hadn't put but a little over 3,000 miles on it.
I introduced myself to her, and she told me her name was Melissa Baker. I told her I'd go look at it before she called. It may be something simple I could fix.
I went and got my small tool box from my truck, and then I told Melissa that if she wanted too she could stay in my house where it was cool and have a soda while I went and checked her car out. Before I left she told me the steering wheel had started shaking real bad. I went up the road to where she told me her car was, and I could see what the problem was as I drove up, Her front right wheel was cocked in under the car. She had a brand new car and the wheel bearings had gone bad. She was damn lucky the wheel hadn't come completely off.
I drove back to the house and she met me at the door and you could see the tears start to flow as I told her the bad news. I asked her where she bought the car, and I called the dealership for her. The service manager was a friend of mine and when I told him the problem, he told me the tow truck would be there in a couple of hours.
When I told Melissa what he had said, she sat down and put her head in her hands and started to cry again. I told her not to worry, because the car was still under warranty. She told me that that wasn't the reason she was crying. She said her aunt and uncle had raised her when her mom had died of cancer and that she needed to get to the funeral if for no other reason than to be there for her aunt.
My heart went out to her. I told her to go to my guest bathroom, freshen up and I would jump in the shower, get dressed, and then I would take her the thirty miles to the church. She thanked me for my trouble, got up from the kitchen table, came over to where I was sitting, bent over, and kissed me on the cheek. She smelled so good that I almost forgot that I was trying to be a gentleman. I told her it was my pleasure and stood up, hoping she didn't notice the erection in my jeans.
After I showered, I put some slacks on and then I put a shirt and tie on also. I looked in the mirror and said "not bad for a 25 yr. old bachelor." At least that's what I had been told by a few women. I am 6'3" tall and weighed 245 lbs. I have brown eyes with shoulder length brown hair that I put in a pony tail.
As I came into my living room she whistled.
"WOW you clean up nice".
I blushed and thanked her. I reached down and picked up my keys and told her we should be leaving.
While we were on our way to the small church we talked, and I found out that Melissa was 23 years old, single, no boy friend, and lived, and worked in the city. She worked as a real estate agent. The further down the road we went, the better friends we became.
Melissa asked me what I did for a living. I told her I worked for a company in Alaska. I worked three week's on and three weeks off. I also told her it was beautiful up there in the summer and cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey in the winter. She laughed for the first time since I met her. I told her she was beautiful when she laughs and smiles and that she should do it more often. She smiled again and reached over and put her hand on my hand. I felt a electric shock that went straight to my cock as she did.
When we got to the church I told Melissa that I would wait out side and if she didn't have a ride home I would take her home. She told me that that was ludicrous. I was going to go in and sit with her because she was going to need a strong shoulder to lean on. I couldn't get out of it no matter what i said.
I hate to admit this, but I was nervous as hell. I had been raised to be prejudiced. Even though I didn't believe in it, There was a hint of my up bringing shining through. My father and his better than thou ways was why I left home to start with. Not to mention the state.
We got stared at big time as we walked in and Melissa shocked me when she intertwined our fingers as we walked up to the casket. Melissa turned to me, reached up, wrapped her arms around my neck and burst into tears when she saw her uncle. I told her to go ahead and let it go. I told her not to hold it in. Her aunt came up to us and introduced herself to me and to console Melissa. They held each other and cried for a few more minutes.
After that we went and sat by her aunt, Melissa held my hand all the way through the service in the church and I stood behind her with my hands on her shoulders as she sat by her aunt at grave side.
When we left the grave yard we went to her aunt's house and there was enough food there to feed a small army. We ate and visited for awhile. When I told Melissa i was fixing to head home, she told her aunt she had to leave. Even though, I had told her earlier that one of her cousins and his wife, had volunteered to take her home.
After we got in the truck, Melissa slid over beside me and put her head on my shoulder and her hand on my knee. I lazily laid my hand on her knee and squeezed softly. She moaned lightly and in a few minutes she fell asleep.
I needed to change clothes before I took Melissa home. So, just before we got to my house, I squeezed Melissa's thigh lightly and said her name. She opened her eye's and pouted a little. I couldn't help but laugh when she said in a little girls voice that she was sleeping too good. I told her why I was stopping and asked her if she wanted to stay in the truck or come inside while I changed clothes. She said she would come in because she had to use the bathroom.
I didn't notice when instead of going into the guest bathroom, Melissa went to mine. As I went into the kitchen, I called after her and asked if she wanted anything to drink. She yelled back no. From where my kitchen is located I couldn't tell which bathroom she was in.
After I got a glass of water, I went to my bedroom. When I went in I checked to make sure the bathroom door was shut for her privacy. Just after I took my shirt and tie off, I heard Melissa clear her throat. When I turned around I saw a delicious site. Melissa was standing in the door way of my bathroom nude. Her nipples were hard and when I let my gaze wander down to her pussy, I noticed that she didn't hardly have any hair at all down there. She must have been trimming the hair just short of shaving.
As Melissa walked toward me she told me that if my jaw got any lower, my tongue and jaw would be on the floor. She told me that I was the sweetest man she had ever met and that she wanted to thank me properly. Just before she got to me I put my hand up and told her she didn't have to do this. Her answer was to drop to her knees, unbuckle my belt, and unsnap, and unzip my pants. She then reached in my pants and pulled out my stiffening cock. Melissa stroked my cock a couple times and told me she knew from earlier that day that I would have a nice cock.
Melissa licked the head of my cock and then up and down the shaft, just as she took the head into her mouth, she monad. I reached up and grabbed her by the hair and started slowly fucking her mouth. When my cock reached the back of her throat, she grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me to her. I monad loudly as I felt the head of my cock slide down her throat.
Melissa looked up at me and it seemed like she was smiling. When I turned her hair loose, she started rocking back and forth. After a couple minutes of this, she slid back and took my cock out of her mouth and told me she loved the taste of my pre-cum. I told her if she kept sucking my cock that way she would be able to taste a lot more. This time I knew for sure she had smiled. She then took my cock back into her mouth and down her throat.
It felt so fucking good. I started fucking Melissa's mouth faster and faster, the closer I got. Just before I reached the point of no return I yelled too Melissa that I was about to cum. I just wanted to give her a chance to pull my cock out of her mouth. She pulled back until all that was left in her mouth was the head of my cock. My first spurt hit the back of her throat and it caused her to gag but that didn't stop her. She kept pumping my cock and tried to swallow all of the cum, But some dribbled out of her mouth and dripped off her chin onto her beautiful black breast. I shot at least six or seven times. I believe the last two or three was more dribbles than spurts.
When I finally stopped cumming, Melissa looked up at me and let my softening cock slip out of her mouth. She licked my cum off her lips and took her finger and wiped the cum off her chin and sucked her finger clean. Then she stood up and offered the breast to me that had my cum on it. I leaned down and licked my cum off and swallowed it. Then I sucked and nibbled on her nipple. She moaned loudly and even louder when I reached down and stroked her clit. I eased my finger lower and entered Melissa's very, very wet pussy.
I raised up, stepped out of my pants and picked Melissa up. I couldn't believe how light she felt in my arms. As I started to step toward the bed, she pulled my head down to her lips and we shared our first kiss. I got a little light headed at first because I had never been kissed so intensely. Our tongues touched and then they seemed to fight over the domination of each others mouth. When I reached the bed, I laid her down and then I laid down beside her.
I started kissing Melissa again and then I started kissing and nibbling my way down her body. When I got to her belly button I got up and knelt between her legs. I licked around her clit, teasing her. She begged me to lick her clit and make her cum. When I did start licking her clit, she grabbed my head and pulled me tighter to her pussy. I started sucking hard on her love button. Then I eased a couple of fingers in her pussy and curled them up so I could reach her g spot. When I rubbed her g spot she started bucking and screaming as she came. She came so hard and had so much juice flowing, I thought she had peed in my mouth until I realized it was thick, slippery, and damn tasty.
I laid down beside Melissa and pulled her to me. She was laying in my arms, breathing hard and shaking like a leaf. She told me that was the first time she had ever cum that hard. Not to mention it was the first time anybody had ever eaten her pussy.
I asked her why no one had ever ate her. She told me that the few men she had went to bed with wanted her to suck their cocks but refused to eat her pussy. Melissa told me that I was also the first white man she had ever been with.
I told her that she was my first interracial encounter also. As I was telling her why I had moved so far from home she started stroking my cock. Her small hand was so soft and it felt so good that I started forgetting what I had just said every time she rubbed the pre-cum over the sensitive head of my cock.
Melissa got tickled at me. When I realized that she was laughing at my expense, I started tickling her and we rolled around on the bed until she wound up on top of me. I laid still as I felt her warm pussy sitting on my hard shaft. She sat up and then raised up on her knees a little, reached back, grabbed my cock and placed the fat head at the entrance of her dripping pussy. We both moaned when she eased down and my cock entered her pussy for the first time. She was so tight and sooo, sooo wet. It took all the control I had to keep from pushing all of my cock up into her.
I looked down at her pussy as she started slowly easing her pussy down on me. The site of my white cock sliding into her black pussy looked so erotic, that I moaned. Melissa looked down to see what I was looking at and gasped. She told me that the contrast of the color of our bodies was so fucking stimulating.
As soon as I felt her sit all the way down on me, I reached up, wrapped my arms around her and rolled over. Melissa squealed, wrapped her arms around my neck, her legs around my waist, and moaned as I started to slowly thrust in and out of her. Even though she was so wet, she was just as tight. I started picking up the pace of my thrusts. Melissa moaned louder the faster I got. Soon I was pounding in and out of her faster and faster. She started calling out my name and scratching my back as her orgasm overtook her.
With Melissa being so tight, cumming so hard and her screaming. I wasn't able to last very long. With a final thrust I emptied my load deep inside her pussy. I was breathing so hard and felt so drained, that I thought I was going to pass out. When my cock started going soft, I rolled off of Melissa and she went down and licked my cum and her juices off my cock. After a couple of minutes she came up and we kissed softly. I was able to taste the results of our love making and I loved it.
The sun had gone down and the only light in the room was coming from the bathroom. I could see the gleam in Melissa's eyes as she looked at me. I asked her if she wanted to spend the night or did she want me to take her home. She told me that with the next day being Saturday, plus the fact that she had the next two weeks off. She was in no hurry. I told her that I wasn't in any hurry for her to leave either. I then sat up, pulled the cover over us and we drifted off into a deep sleep. |
literotica | Title: 1derful Tease Ch. 02
Tags: legs waited, felt thumbs, light yellow, dad held, dad gave, dad kissed, asked thing, pace began, real turn, good dad
The days had passed and Dad and I pretended like nothing ever happened that morning. Mom was unaware of any strange behavior. Even though we pretended to be the same it was evident to me between the glances and smiles dad would give I had turned him on.
After a week had passed I had come to the belief it was a fluke moment between us and things were almost back to normal. Friday night came and as predictable as can be Mom was on her way out the door. Things were pretty silent as Dad and I finished dinner and settled in for the night. My boyfriend was being a jerk so I was not going out. I rather mope around the house. Not feeling so bold I went to my room clicked on the TV and getting comfortable for bed. Taking a quick shower, I placed on a night shirt and a pair of light yellow full bottom panties. Then I settled on my bed for the evening as I watched TV.
Around ten o’clock Dad poked his head in the door wearing boxer shorts, to say good night. I asked him if every thing was alright maintaining his attention for another minute. He came in and sat beside me. I leaned over and hugged him as he planted a kiss on my head. He was about to get up when I asked, “Dad you know how you always say we can talk about anything?”
Dad held me and says, “Anything you need to talk about I am here for you.”
I know I surprised him by asking, “Why do you stay with mom when you know she is off every weekend with some guy? You do know that is what she is doing?” I think he thought I was going to ask a boyfriend question.
Dad took his time being silent before saying, “I know she is with other men.” Then dad became silent again.
I looked up at him moving about a little and said, “I don’t understand. If you know, then why when she comes home you act like nothing happens and every thing is great!”
Dad replied with some stuff and basically danced all around my question with out answering it. I grabbed his hand holding it in my own upon my bare leg and said, “Dad I want to know you said you would always be honest with me. This bothers me because I do not understand why mom is out right now doing something with another guy and you seem to be ok with it?”
Dad started to explain this whole bunch of garbage and I interrupted him saying, “Daaad, just answer me!”
Dad then took a deep breath and says, “Yes your mother is with other men, but I enjoy it.”
I was dumbfound and had to ask, “Enjoy it? How do you enjoy it?” Now sitting Indian style I rotated toward him as to listen intently.
Dad thought for a moment then trying to relate he said, “Let’s say you and your boy friend are having sex.” I nodded, “Then let’s suppose he says to you he wants you to have sex with his buddy.” I look at him strange. He says, “Of course a buddy that you have always wanted secretly. Would that get you excited?”
I think about that for a bit and then saying, “Yea I suppose so but what did it do for my boyfriend?”
Dad says, “Well seeing you in that wanting state is a real turn on, and to give you something you really want is a turn on. Not to mention the sex after is very hot because of your aroused state. You see?”
I look at dad and still not sure what he is saying is the truth. I question him, “So what about you while mom is out doing her thing what do you do?”
Dad nervous laughed a bit then replied, “I do what men all around the world do.” Making a jerking motion with his hand.
I said, “I guess if you say so, it just does not seem to make sense to me. Why would you not be with other woman having sex, if mom is with other men?”
Dad says reaching around holding me tight, “Because\_\_\_\_\_, I don’t know why honestly. I like my time I spend with your mom and I never thought about being with another woman. And this conversation has reached the end my young inquisitive one. Good night.”
Dad moved to get up, but I held his hand firm to my leg. With a pouting look I asked, “Can I ask one more thing before you go?” There I sat fluttering my eyes and a begging look on my face.
Dad moved so he was facing me and one leg under his bum and the other hung off the edge of the bed. I smiled from ear to ear as I knew that was a yes. I looked at his boxers only for a second and I think his eyes caught me. But I couldn’t help glancing down at his groin the image of his penis was just visible as the thin silky material pressed firmly against it. The out line of the curled limp shaft and the bulbous head made me want to look more.
I cleared my throat and gulped hard then said, “The other day you know when we were outside?” I dropped my look to the bed, but now I was looking right at his dick. I became flush with a rush of cold and scared.
Dad gave a long Yeah as to wonder what my question was. I looked up at him and began to ask, “If mom didn’t come home.” I could feel myself becoming sexually excited in my fear but I had to know. I fought for ways to ask and then continued, “And you were watching me, how far would you have let it go?” I could now see the slight pulse in his dick as his hand lifted my chin to look at him.
Dad smiled at me and with a deep inhale and then breathing out just said, “Hun it was a moment I wouldn’t have let you really do any thing even though you looked so cute all aroused. I figured I would just let you play out your fantasy a little.”
I gave him a sarcastic smile of doubt before saying, “Well you were just as aroused as I was, or does your penis always poke out the top of your trunks? Don’t make it out like it was just me. Or were you just so horny because mom would be home from her night of getting laid?” Then I tossed my legs out and rolled onto my side facing away from him. I was angry at his denial and he knew it.
I felt his hand on my shoulder. I gave a shrug and rolled onto my stomach with my head quickly placed under the pillows. Again I felt his hand on my back as it rubbed down my spine about half way then I could feel the warmth of his hand on my skin. I knew my shirt must have lifted when I tossed, but I didn’t care. His warm hand stopped at the top of my panties and rubbed back up this time remaining on my skin under my shirt. When he reached my shoulders he gave a squeeze then repeated the motion.
I could hear as dad confessed to being a bit aroused and apologized for being inconsiderate to me. Explaining it was not something he thought was appropriate and was not ready to admit to me out of fear.
I lifted my head with a frowning look then as his hand reached my neck and squeezed again. I asked with a plea, “Could you rub my neck and shoulders a little? That feels so good please.”
Dad knew he had just been suckered into a giving a back rub out of guilt as he gave a light groan. Then said, “Fine, but I need to go to the bathroom first give me a second.” With that he exited the room.
I Lifted the back of my shirt so it was over my head, but the front still covered my breasts. I placed my face back between the two pillows and waited.
I felt the bed shift a bit as dad climbed on. At first he knelt at my side and began to rub my shoulders and neck. I gave out a groan as it was almost painful his hard grasp of my muscles.
As time passed he rubbed my arms and then as he began to knead his way down my back I felt his leg straddle me. He was seated just below my ass across my legs. I waited as his hand worked their way down my back at a slow steady pace. When he began rubbing my ass cheeks I was so relaxed I just laid there and felt his fingers digging into my bum. He was really good and soon moved down my legs then to my feet.
One at a time he lifted my feet and rubbed them intently while he did this I could almost feel him parting my legs ever so slightly. I became flush wondering just how wet I had become earlier? I wondered if he could tell. I knew if he saw between my legs the yellow would not be the same light yellow. I froze for a second, and then thought I should stop him.
Just at that moment dad put my second foot down and began to move at the same pace back up my legs. This time however he was kneeling down between my legs. I waited quietly as his hands made their way to my inner thigh. With in seconds his hands were on the bottom most part of my ass. He spread my ass continuing the massage. I realized quickly his fingers were in the underside of my panties as they felt my bare skin of my bum.
Then like I never expected I felt his two thumbs with the aid of his hands on my cheeks Knead in between my legs. I knew the thumbs were placed right between my pussy and ass. This felt so intense; I lifted my head up quickly and looked over my shoulder at him. His hands froze in position. I could feel myself drip. With out a word I laid back down. He remained paused for a moment.
Then I felt his thumbs making little motionless circles. His fingers kept my cheeks spread as his thumbs slowly danced lower. When they reached my exceptionally wet lips I wanted to say “Ok dad that is far enough!” Instead I remained quiet becoming more aroused by the second. The feeling made me think it was my boyfriend touching me and I was getting caught up in the moment. The skilful gentle touch kept reminding me it was my dad making me drip with horny anticipation.
I wanted to reach down and rub my clit so hard. Instead I clenched my fingers into the bed under the pillow. I felt his hand as it cupped my crotch slide over my pussy so his palm rested over my pussy. Only then did I realize just how wet I was. I then felt his hand rubbing me openly. I was lost in the moment. I lifted my hips up to give him a better access. Like the wind he took the opportunity to remove my panties.
I was not too interested at the moment as all I wanted to do was orgasm hard. I think I might have pissed my self when I felt his two fingers enter my pussy. I was so wet I could hear the squish sound each time his fist bottomed out.
With the other hand dad parted my cheeks and without notice suddenly I felt his tongue touch my anus. I lifted my hips off the bed slightly and rocked into his fingers. I was going out of my mind. My dad just licked my ass. He was teasing me with slow strokes not letting me cum and every so often would dab his tongue in my pussy or touch my anus.
Finally I had to cry out, “Make me cum!” My legs were as spread as they could go, my hands gripped the headboard. My mouth now bit down on the pillow.
I really was not expecting him to do what happened next. Dad with little hesitation entered me. I was at a loss at first. Not knowing exactly what just filled me for a brief instance. Then I felt his thick sausage sliding into me a little further.
My head flipped around as I said, “No! You can’t!” I also knew he already had it in me, and he knew I was also on the pill. I fought with my mind for a reason why he can’t. I could now feel him press it all the way in as his pubic hair touched the tight skin of my ass. My mouth opened in a moment of shock and delight.
Dad leaning his big sculpted body into me placed his lips over mine. At the same time I felt his hands squeeze onto my perked breasts. My aching erect nipples as if it were possible became more erect. Our tongues touched for the first time. I let out a moan of submission, I wanted so badly for my dad to make me his.
Feeling his hips begin to move and his cock pumping into me making my pussy lips spread wider than ever. I began to orgasm, holding onto his arm like I was hugging a teddy bear I came hard. I broke the kiss to scream out as the shuddering climax ripped through me. I was lost I may even have blacked out slightly.
My body shook as it was consistently slammed hard. My head felt like a nail being driven by a hammer into the head board. Stopping dad held my hips just off the bed as his cock seated deeply within me squirted off. With a loud grunt I could feel the throb on my parted lips and then a piss of fluid streaming into me. I began my own mini orgasm as I felt him Cumming. I was delirious out of my mind with mixed emotions and the grinding on my pussy felt oh so good.
He leaned his sweaty body back over mine planting small kisses into my neck. Then holding me tight we rolled to the side in a spooning position. I was going to close my legs but really couldn’t from the girth of his erection still in me. In stead I wrapped that upper leg over his and pushed back into his slowly deflating cock. Being careful to not squeeze hard to make him pop out I was enjoying the moment. I wanted to say something but was at a loss for words so we both just kept quiet. He was holding me just under my breasts and I was holding his big arms.
It seemed longer but was more like a minute or two. The cock reached the stage it was slowly being squeezed out by my small body. With a little whimper from me it popped out and laid slick and wet on my lower leg. I felt empty for a few moments as my crotch constricted the open passage trying to return to where it used to be.
We were quiet for a while I could hear the TV and the breath of my dad in my ear. Every time I thought about what had just happened I was sick to my stomach then I was happy. I was giving off a little under breath laugh to myself of confusion. It had felt so good, but yet I couldn’t control the emotions inside. At the same time I know it was all so wrong.
Dad’s fingers specifically his thumbs continued to feel my nipples as for the next fifteen minutes we managed to just be quiet. When I felt dad suck on my earlobe it sent a thrill down through my body causing my pussy to tighten and forcing some of his sperm to trickle out between us. Dad didn’t seem to care as it puddled up a bit and squished between our skins. His fingers were tweaking my nipples making them very perky which was making me aroused.
I felt his cock twitch on my lower leg while he sucked more playfully on my ear and neck. Reaching down I took hold of it and began a gentle massage. The cock was still seeping fluid making the shaft slippery to my touch. It felt bigger than my boyfriends but not as big as it felt inside me. Dad gave a slight moan of approval to my fondling, as he placed kisses on my neck. It was making me not think strait as I asked him, “What are you doing to me?”
Dad whispered in my ear,”Nothing you didn’t want me to do.”
I continued stroking lightly on his shaft as his head moved to where he could feed himself one of my nipples. The sight of him sucking my nipple at first scared me as to the reality of my dad was sucking my nipple. He was so handsome looking, as the side of his cheek sucked in and the stubble of his face touched my soft milky white breasts. I felt that tingle in my crotch as he sucked hard. My hand brushed his hair as he sucked more. My body was quickly betraying me as I was becoming so aroused by the moment. My mind was sick I know my dad had just had sex with me, but now I wanted him to do it more than ever.
I placed the almost hard cock between my wet pussy lips and with the head just resting at the soaked hole. I jerked the shaft squeezing it on the way up to harden it, pushing it into my self. In about ten strokes I could feel dad’s cock was stiff enough to enter. Try as I did it seemed as I lowered so did he. I knew he was either teasing me severely or up to something. With all the nipple attention I was going out of my mind. I blurted out, “Just fu\_!” I froze mid word I realized in one breath. I had never sworn in front of Dad.
Dad lifted his head so his face was directly in front of mine and inquired, “What do you want?”
I moved both hands up and pulled him to me as I kissed him and sucked on his tongue so hard like it was a cock. I needed him so badly and I couldn’t say anything. As I continued to suck on his tongue I felt his fingers twirling in my pussy. I was pushing my hips to make contact but he was teasing me all the more. I broke the tongue suck and out of breath whispered, “Please.”
Dad kissed my lips and asked, “Tell me what you want? I want to hear you say it.”
I took a deep breath and swallowed as he continued to stare at me I looked back. My mouth watered to kiss him. I staggered out, “I want you to \_\_\_\_.” I was so horny breathing heavy. “Are you going to\_\_\_\_; will you please?”
His hand was rubbing firmly over my clit and I could feel the tip of his cock still just pressing my opening. I tried to move my body down onto him. He looked at me and said, “You want me to fuck you? Then say it.”
I looked right at him as the words came out, “I want you to fuck me.” I felt flush, it was an intense moment I was not only saying fuck in front of him, but I was being vulgar asking my dad to fuck me.
The feeling of him entering me was out of this world I could feel the expansion as his cock pushed into me. My mouth opened slightly as I took in the moment looking right at him. When he was fully inside he paused and again said, “What do you want?”
My eyes were gazing at him I felt his fingers back on my breasts pinching my straining nipples. I muttered out, “I want you to make me feel good.”
Dad pinched harder as he said, “I want to hear my little girl swear, I know you swear when I am not around. Just like I know you are having sex with your boyfriend. So stop holding back and tell me what you really want.”
I closed my eyes a little and said, “Right now I need to fucked by your fucking big cock. So fuck me!” With that I reached around and planted my finger nails into the flesh of his firm ass hard pulling him into me.
He began to grind his organ into me. I felt the shaft as it pulled the fat mushroom head back and fourth. Like a violin his cock was playing my opening. In moments my eyes were rolling back as he pumped at a steady pace. Dad was twiddling my breasts and alternately pinching a nipple. His mouth was firmly biting on my neck and I was in deep lust. My mind raced as I neared an orgasm feeling it come on with a thunderous blow to my pussy. I let out a loud moan that was echoing back through my mind. Oh it rushed through my entire body like electricity.
Dad never broke pace and was still pumping hard as I came down from the climax. God it felt so fucking good I couldn’t get enough of it. Like I had waited my whole life to feel this stretching cock itch my pussy. Coming back to reality I laid almost limp as he continued a slightly slower assault, slow but a firm pace. My nipples became extremely sensitive to his touch and sent quivers down my pussy.
Moving about dad shifted then lifting my leg up he moved, he tried to keep it in but it came out. Lying down on my back with my legs spread he guided his cock back in. Then placing an arm on either side he leaned in and we kissed. My hands fell to his chest feeling the large pectoral muscles and my legs just curled around his ass. We fucked like this for a real long time. As wet and lubed as I was I was beginning to feel a little tender down there.
Breaking the kiss I asked, “Are you going to cum soon?”
Dad looked at me and asked, “Are you ok? I can stop I don’t want to hurt you.”
I shook my head no as small tears of love emotions crept from my eyes. I ran my fingers down his stomach and back up saying, “No I want you to finish inside me. The second time is better right?”
Dad kissed my lips and then with his finger wiped my tears and placed them to his lips. Then said with a smile, “This will be the third tonight! I just never stopped after the second.”
I smiled with a small sniffle and asked, "How long have you wanted to\_\_\_ pausing\_\_\_ fuck me?”
Dad placed his arms so he was looking down at me and says, “Kay how long have you wanted to fuck me?” Leaning back to sit up on his knees his thumb stroked my clit as he slowly fucked me.
I was quiet not wanting to answer his question either. Then as he was pinching my clit while he looked at it so intently I asked, “So who is better me or mom?” I let out a giggle.
Dad pushed deep into me and said, “You both have unique qualities. It would be hard to compare. Physically you’re both very close. But your pussy tastes ‘Mmm’, and feels incredible if that is what you mean? But she does things you don’t.”
I looked at him and replied, “Like have sex with other guys? You really like that don’t you?”
Dad nodded his head, “Yes it is a real turn on.”
I said, “Well I have sex with James, does that turn you on?”
He kind of snarled and replied, “Not really the same thing.”
“What do you mean?”
“You mother has sex with men, whom I want her to have sex with.”
I could feel his excitement in the topic and my own curiosity was sparking a bit of excitement in me. I asked, “So you know the men mom is with?”
Dad’s pace began to pick up slightly, “Yes, I know them.”
I smirked at him and asked, “Have you ever\_\_\_, like with them and mom?”
Dad answered, “You mean a Threesome where we both fuck her? Yes! For God sakes Kay my cock is inside you fucking your pussy I think it will be Ok if you speak freely to me. I want you to do that; it turns me on.”
“Dad did you want me to fuck your friends for you too?” I met his hand on my clit with my own hand. “Would that turn you on to see one of your buddies fucking me?”
He leaned in and said nothing as he kissed me his hips were thrusting into me at a rapid pace. My tongue played with his for the moment. My arms pulled him close on top of me as my nipples poked into his hairy chest they ached.
Sensing the excitement I prodded him further. Talking into his ear, “You want me to do that? Do you think your friends would want to fuck me like you are?”
He let out a small,”Mm hmm.” In my ear as he bit my neck.
I wanted to make him cum in the worst way and the topic was turning me on as well. I humped back at him as he drove his cock home. I said, “I will do it for you as long as you are always in the room while I do it.”
Dad bit my neck hard and started to cum he slammed my pussy furiously as the shaft felt so big. Finally he held it in tight. I jumped through my skin grunting and grinding on him. I was burning as he filled me with his sperm. My hands scratched at his back and my feet wrapped tight.
Slowly the spurts from his body faded to a halt. His teeth released my neck and it still hurt where he bit me. We remained frozen for a long time before he moved. The feeling of withdrawal of his cock hurt as it finally came out. I knew the muscles down there were sore and unresponsive as the opening remained in an open state. He placed a finger in my opening and ran it around the edge.
Dad asked, “What about James? His little pecker is not going to fit so tight anymore in my little girl?”
I retorted, “What about mom her little pecker is going to be limp?” With a childish tease look sticking out my tongue.
Getting up dad shut off the TV, turned out the light, and placed the covers over my well used naked body. I was almost hurt inside as he left the room. He just left no good night nothing. I was wide eyed as I looked into the dark ceiling. All these emotions ran through my mind. I wondered in a brief moment did he still love me. I began to cry silently as the tears rolled down my cheeks.
The side of the bed moved I was frightened at first but then realized it was dad. He snuggled in close and felt the tears. He asked if I needed to talk. I shook my head and managed to get out, “No I wouldn’t know what to say right now; we can talk in the morning if that is ok with you.” Then I curled up half on his chest as he held me. I loved him back just as dearly as I fell asleep. |
literotica | Title: Dracula's Slumberous Sex Life Ch. 02
Tags: vampires, bdsm, spanking, paddle, dungeon, dream, marriage, collar
*This chapter turned out a bit differently than planned...*
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June 21, 2009
From the Desk of Christophe X, Count Dracula
I dreamt of her again last night, my sweet, fanged succubus, who has now been missing ten years. We shared a hot, charged interlude with several other of us fanged "creatures of the night."
Now, more than ever, I appreciate the cloak of inky night as it brings me closer to her, if only in my dreams.
On this, the tenth anniversary of her disappearance, I wanted to prepare a special tableau for her. I had recently observed, not by choice, mind you, the full extent of the depravity of King Stuart as he enslaved Bitsy, Katya's sister. I had warned him at the trial what would happen if he harmed her, but he didn't seem to listen or mind.
At a dinner held by the king, purely for my "benefit," he treated Bitsy like a whore. Bitsy, whose cold countenance could freeze colder than the Carpathian peaks in winter, burned for him, a needy slut. My business partner and assistant.
And, I should add this, it wasn't that I lusted after Bitsy when she kneeled before Stuart in supplication, her entire being focused on any crumbs of attention he would bestow. It wasn't that at all.
Bitsy and Katya are nearly identical. Katya has always tended to be the softer one, the quieter one, the submissive one. But it wasn't until I saw Bitsy in that pose that I superimposed Katya with Bitsy and myself with Stuart.
And knew how our "anniversary" dream must go.
We were childhood sweethearts, were raised as brother and sister, in fact, although I knew long before Katya that we were no blood relation. She was my first. My only. I had and still have eyes for no one else.
I cherished her beyond all bearing. Could I really debase and humiliate my only love and make her my slut, my whore?
Many nights went into making mental preparations for the night. I realized, early on in these slumbering sessions, that I could "program" them if I concentrated on certain tableaus or props leading up to them.
My computer screen saw images it had never seen before leading up to that night. Paddles, crops, whips, clamps, rope...a Master's paradise.
I visited stores and felt the items, stroked things like butt plugs and dildoes, things my still-sexually-limited brain could not comprehend.
Each night, when she would come to me and cum for me, I held my tongue to keep from telling her of the surprise I had in store for her. I guided her deeper and deeper down the path of a depravity neither of us had ever known.
The orgy of the night before took all I had not to intervene. The thought of those other hands touching her, other cocks and mouths bringing her to satisfaction, made my warrior's blood boil with jealousy.
But then, I saw her cum...and cum again...and I realized that doing so would deprive her of an orgasmic experience that I could never give her by myself.
But tonight was all her...and me. And an odd assortment of toys and bondage paraphernalia, I thought to myself wryly.
I showered and slipped into a black silk robe that slid coyly over my skin, teasing my hard cock to rocklike attention. My teeth gritting together firmly, I nonetheless refused to reach down to alleviate the pressure of my desire.
That was my newly awakened submissive wife's job as we slept this night.
Finally, I could take the torment no more. My robe parted to reveal my rampant cock, much like that of Priapus, spearing through the gloom. My balls, already engorged with the excitement of the night's festivities to come, were also rock hard beneath my rocky column.
I fell into a fitful slumber. I "awoke" to a stark contrast to the pasha's den of the evening before. No softness here. The iron bars of what appear to be a cell await Katya's arrival. I touch them, they are cold as the ice they are as hard as. I picture myself flinging her against these bars, her soft white flesh compressed with the bars.
She will shiver from the coldness of the dungeon, I muse. I shake off the part of me that would want to pamper her with warm blankets. This is no place for warm blankets, only for floggers and paddles, butt plugs and clamps.
I look at the wall to my right. The implements that I had researched, touched, and even purchased hung by hooks from the board.
A sharp intake of breath that followed on the tails of my nose catching a whiff of the aroma of Katya's arousal alerted me to her presence.
I looked at my sweet wife who I hoped to make my slave tonight. She already wore my rings (wedding and betrothal, both heirlooms), but now I wanted her to wear my collar (that I bought for her and her alone).
She appeared shocked—and a bit scared. "What is this?" Katya asked, her eyes darting around taking in all aspects of the dungeon.
"This is our anniversary celebration," I began, but was quickly interrupted.
"Our anniversary celebration?" Her gaze seemed to focus on the paddles and whips. "And you want to punish me for this particular anniversary?"
"No. And yes," I said, deliberately confusing her.
Her voice came out as a squeak. "Yes?"
"You enjoyed last night, right?" When she nodded, as if in a daze, I continued, "Well, tonight will be the same, simply more."
"More?"
I rushed to clarify. "More pleasure. More sensations. I saw someone doing stuff like this and thought of you. I think of you; just like all those years ago, I think of you and get hard. And I pictured you and me in this place and got so hard I couldn't even think."
"What happens here?" She was softening, I could tell. Trusting me, her husband and dearest love, to guide her through this. Would she soften enough to wear my collar, call me Master?
"An exploration of our deepest and darkest desires." I offered no other explanation.
She walked over to a small padded bench, perhaps the most innocuous piece of furniture in the room. Little did she know, I mused as she settled comfortably down. She had dressed with care for tonight. A silver babydoll gown showed her perfect breasts off to their perfection. My fingers itched to mark them with loving kisses of the flogger. Mark her as MINE, damn it! So that she would bear those marks in consciousness wherever she was hiding from Tracy Bathory.
Still a bit nervous, she nonetheless kept her chin up as I approached. I knelt before her and looked deeply in her eyes. "Do you trust me with this room? Trust me to bring you pleasure and a measure of pain that turns to incandescent pleasure that we can share."
"I trust you," she said, without hesitation. But, even then, I wasn't sure that she understood what all it entailed.
"For this to work, you will refer to Me as 'Master,' and I will call you 'slave' or 'pet.'"
She nodded, as if she were rolling the words around in her mind. To hammer the point home, I added, "And you will follow my directions without balking."
Now, my wife may be known by one and all for being docile and incredibly sweet and giving. And she is. She's also as stubborn as a mule. Even now, her mouth set in a mulish line. I kissed her hard, nearly punishingly, opening her lips with my own and dominating her mouth with my tongue that pressed inexorably passed her lips. The kiss continued for several seconds, until I felt her lips soften beneath me, felt her tongue cling to mine, seeking blind assurance.
I pulled away, and she fell forward slightly, lips parted, questing.
"Stand," I commanded, a tone that she had heard me direct at others, but never at her.
She stood. "Strip, my sweet pet," my hardness now an ache above my thighs. Her eyes seemed to be locked on my cock. Had she ever seen me that hard? "Now, slave!" I ground out.
Her fingers hooked beneath the spaghetti straps of the top of the gown. She slid them down and then shimmied out of the silky material, leaving it in a soft pool at her feet, shiny despite the gloom.
I looked at her and flexed my fingers to keep from pouncing on her. Her hair was a tangled waterfall of ebony, a cloak not quite hiding her full breasts with tight pink nipples that beaded still tighter under my observation. My eyes slid further where her furred pussy lips gleamed with the incontrovertible proof of her desire...for me...and for my dominance.
"That soft stool that you think is so not a part of this, my pet, is a spanking bench." I picked up a paddle, the kindest of the lot (Yes, I had tested them), and sat down on the bench. "You see, its comfort is for my bottom, not yours, my pet." I patted my lap invitingly. My cock stood at such a sharp angle that her belly would surely be impaled.
The mulish slant to her lips was back. The recalcitrant slave. I gestured to my lap again, and she shook her head, an illustration of defiance. I put the steel behind my words. "Bend that ass over, slave, now!"
"Don't wanna," she said, putting a finger in her mouth. I was taken aback but then sputtered with laughter. My slave was being a brat on purpose.
"Now, brat," I said, grasping one of her hands and pulling her down over my lap, my cock pressing into my cock pressing in to her soft white belly.
I heard her muffled "Oof" of surprise, but I simply went on talking in a calm, soothing manner as my paddle caressed her tender butt cheeks.
"In honor of our tenth year apart, we will begin with ten cracks of the paddle. After that, you are free to evaluate the agreement. To determine if we proceed further with this delicate dance of Master and slave. Are you ready?" At her reluctant nod, I swung back and let the paddle fly.
Crack! A shrill shriek burst from my love's lips and her fingers clenched above her head to stop from reaching back to soothe her poor, reddened bum.
Smack! A second smack of the paddle landed squarely where the first hit, and Katya squealed. It was at that moment, I started to feel a telltale wetness squarely beneath her bottom. My fingers probed her sopping slit.
Wet! My sweet pet was aroused by the cracks of the paddle. I rained smacks three, four, and five on her upturned ass, right at the sit spot and listened to her moans of desire.
I took a break and fingered her slit again, coating my fingers in her juices. "My sweet pet, you might say you don't want this, but your body betrays you. Taste your juices," I directed, offering her my fingers.
She took a lick and shivered. While her concentration and focus was on my fingers, I pounded out the remaining strokes of the paddle on her tormented bottom. I didn't "pull my punches." Upon awakening the discovery within my wife, my slave, that she was a pain slut who got off on being spanked, I took the opportunity to hammer that point home.
Immediately after the fifth smack landed, I removed my fingers from her mouth and slid them in her scorchingly hot, steamy cavern of her pussy. I tapped her g-spot once, twice, and then pushed her over the edge the third time when I told her, "Cum for me, my slave wife."
Her scream echoed throughout the dungeon chamber.
I pulled her up and kissed her, tenderly, lovingly, and wiped her tears away.
She snuffled. "I still want this...Master. I want to serve you for the rest of my life."
As on our wedding day, she kissed my wedding band that she had placed there. I reached for the thin strip of black leather on the bench beside me. With a few deft strokes, I secured it around her neck. I kissed the rings I had placed on her fingers all those years ago. Then, I nuzzled and bit right below the collar at the base of her neck.
The world shimmered around us as daylight threatened to separate us. I didn't know if my collar, a tiny public collar worlds different from the much larger training collar I would bestow upon her tomorrow, would transfer back to her when she awoke. Sometimes things did; sometimes they didn't.
I looked to the stocks just to the right of the spanking bench. Tomorrow night I would introduce her to the delights of that particular apparatus.
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I didn't plan on the BDSM elements happening; as usual, my characters took my best intentions and ran away and hid them. Thanks to any readers who have waited for this story to continue. I promise more is coming. After all, Katya has to have her say about being a slave. |
literotica | Title: How to Tame Your Tikbalang Ch. 03
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Tala jolted awake to AC/DC's *Back in Black* blaring from her smartphone. She'd lain passed out and naked atop the covers of her bed, her skin sheened with sweat even the little half-horsepower air-conditioner in her bedroom could not alleviate.
*Crap. I need to speed through my shower and remove this come from between my legs,* was her harried first thought of the day as sunlight began to peep through her windows. *Shift changes after pulling a double are a pain in the ass*. Breakfast would have to be something at the café across her office.
She went to the watercloset to do her business and that's when she saw dried white streaks of... was that seminal fluid?
Whatever that dried gunk was, it coated the insides of her thighs clear down to her knees and she traced it all the way to her asshole and over the lower half of her buttocks, which felt strange, like they had been stretched.
Her anus felt like someone had shoved something inside it—not a very big thing, but definitely something solid. When she peed, she felt the sting of friction burn at the head of her clit.
That, Tala knew from past experience, was the pain caused by getting repeatedly, consecutively fucked in what her college friends used to call the *"walang hugutan"* school of sex, where the male doesn't withdraw his penis, rather gets hard all over again from an encore of foreplay while still inside the female and resumes his thrusting when he gets hard enough to do so.
*I will not freak out. I will not freak the fuck out. I will goddamn not, absocrappinglutely not, lose it.* Tala chanted the words in her head like a mantra as she took deep, calming breaths gathered her wits, scraping at some of the dried substance on her legs and bringing it up to her nose. It smelled slighly like bleach and a lot like raw musk. Yep, semen. This was her first seriously "oh shit" moment of what was promising to be a long day.
Passing the full-length mirror between the shower and toilet, Tala paused when she saw handprints on her body. Large ones. As in 'grip a basketball single-handedly' large. Spanning the full rise of her buttocks from inguinal seam to flank. She had hickeys on her neck and—were those teeth-marks?
Dropping her face into shaky hands, Tala mentally went over her arrival home the previous night. She'd locked the front door, dead-bolted it and the windows had been firmly latched. She'd only been on her balcony once and she secured and locked the sliding doors as she came in. Force of habit demanded that she lock herself in securely.
"Dammit, I'm not on birth control," she yelled at no one in particular (well, maybe God) as she stepped into the shower and turned the water on full blast to wash away the angry, confused tears streaking down her face.
She went through her ablutions on auto-pilot, her mind returning to her self-pleauring, to that fantasy that had felt so real, from the sensations to the smells and, yes, the flavors of salt and sweet, musky skin that lingered on her tongue. To the repeated (and vigorous, very vigorous) fucking she'd gotten from the Buhawi of Her Dreams in la-la land. *Or was it real?*
*I can't work out how I got fucked. And I cannot deny I truly got FUCKED, all caps*, Tala thought, shaking her head as she let her the conditioner seep into her hair.
*I'm not even going to try today. Maybe the Bestiario will have an answer, but I've got work to do first. Pregnant is gonna happen if it's gonna happen. Strange is gonna happen. Sweet Mary and Jesus I hate having no control over shit like this.*
The last time she had an "oh, shit" moment coming even close to this magnitude had been six years ago, when Tala was a college senior hanging out with her best friend at the dorm on Morayta St., at the university belt's "buckle" in the City by the Bay.
That best friend had turned into an erstwhile boyfriend when they'd played truth or dare with his fraternity brothers and they'd kissed because she chose the dare.
Tala and her best friend wound up in a seedy little motel with a creaky bed for a three-hour "short time" sex session and they'd forgotten to use protection of any kind.
Oh, yes, she'd been a virgin, but the sacrifice of hymens on the altar of young love was an everyday occurrence along the U-belt. So was the anxiety that followed.
He'd sworn to do the right thing by her and she'd chewed her nails for three weeks after their fevered bout of motel-room acrobatics until her period came.
That was the end of that sad tale, with her bestie returning to his fratboy ways, fraying Tala's patience, and she shied away from the "relationship" slowly but inevitably.
They were still friends, albeit no longer BFFs, and they sometimes chatted or met for coffee. It was all so amicable, this lack of recrimination between them. It had taught her to keep her silly notions of romance to herself and her heart uninvolved with her body's processes.
The illusion of young love was well and truly shattered for Tala, but her qualms about having sex with someone who shared her attraction were removed as well. *So, all's fair, right?* She shrugged and prepared for her day, tucking the Bestiario into the white canvas tote bag she'd chosen for the day.
Well, six years ago, she had someone she could be angry at. *But how, pray tell, can you be angry at a dream?*
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Buhawi sat in an unobtrusive corner of the café, sipping his *barako* espresso and eating his bacon and eggs on toasted panini and large Caesar's salad slowly, his eyes on the single entry and exit of the establishment. *Any time now.*
The gradual crescendo of a Sugar Hiccup song was interrupted by the chiming of bells over the café's swinging door. The rushed staccato of carnal red, mid-heeled pumps on the polished wood parquet made a jarring counterpoint as the vocalist's crescendo peaked.
*Sensible shoes in a fuck-me hard color.* Buhawi noted with a cocked right eyebrow. *Somebody armored up today. I wonder why. Heh.*
There was Tala, walking purposefully to the counter, tight white jeans hugging the high, rounded curve of her tight hindquarers and molding around her long, lissome legs like they were painted on. The torso-engulfing linen of Tala's filmy black blouse floated behind her on the café's artificially-cooled air even as it swathed her from neck to hip and all the way down to her wrists.
Her hair was braided tight and wound up in a straitlaced bun just over her nape. *What a deliciously soft nape that is,* Buhawi reminisced with a hard, predatory glint in his eye as he licked his lips and bit into his sandwich.
Tala ordered the largest caramel macchiato the café offered, with a Filipino breakfast of crisp-fried fish (boneless Palawan *danggit* one could eat from tail to head) two poached eggs, fried rice and pickled unripe papaya and carrot shreds on the side.
*Any time now.* Buhawi counted off the seconds silently, patiently, as he kept his eyes focused on Tala at the counter.
He took in the way her shoulders seemed to be unnaturally stiff, as if she was barely holding herself upright. She turned slightly to the right and he saw her winding and unwinding her fingers together, as if her hands were restlessly seeking something to grip besides fingers.
She closed her eyes and rotated her head and neck as the barista conveyed her order to the kitchen and prepared Tala's coffee.
*My, my, she is tense today, is my little witch.* Buhawi leaned back in his chair and kept his eyes on Tala as he savored both his coffee and Tala's obvious tension. *Very good.*
Tala took her order buzzer and turned her back to the counter, scouting for a free table. Her eyes met Buhawi's, the sunlight rendering her pupils amber and giving him a clear view of their irises quick dilation in surprise.
Buhawi let a friendly smile curl up his face and he rose in greeting. "Good morning, Tala. Would you care to sit and have breakfast with me?" He waved at the spare chair to his left with a gracious hand. "I don't like to eat alone. Not when there's a perfectly beautiful woman to share breakfast with."
Tala felt the heat and blood rising up her chest to her face. *Damn this Spanish propensity for blushing*, she thought with a mental "tsk." Of all the things to inherit from Beatriz, I had to get this. *Haynaku. How do you greet someone whose face and hands you jilled off to last night. Where in heaven's name do you get the etiquette for that, Miss Manners?*
She was struggling for breath, for composure, for the perfect thing to say in response to real-life Buhawi's friendly overtures—really, she had it on the tip of her tongue, ready for a witty delivery when the buzzer in her hand went off.
"Double-tawl caramel mashiato for Tala! With Filipino vreakpast!" The barista's voice sang cheerfully over the heads of a group of zombies dragging their feet into the café and her heavy Visayan accent and simultaneous attempt at an American one grated on Tala's raw nerves.
Buhawi strode to the counter, taking the buzzer from Tala's suddenly unresponsive fingers and put it on the counter in front of the peppy barista with the obviously straightened hair and flirty dark eyes.
"My friend's order is ready? Good, I'll take it to our table now," he said with a smile guaranteed to drop any red-blooded female's panties as he took the tray off the counter.
"Enjoy your meal, Tala and Vernie," the barista said with glazed eyes as she stared at Buhawi, who masked his sudden and deep irritation with a lowed head and a grin in Tala's direction. in Tala's direction. That barista will pay for that, he swore. *How dare she rename me, and after a female singer whose songs I never liked, too. Ngarrr...*
"Vernie?" Tala said teasingly, nervous giggles escaping and coming out as true laughter as she caught the sliver of burning anger aimed at the barista that slipped through the thick, dark dark fringe of Buhawi's eyelashes.
"I thought you introduced yourself as Buhawi. Naughty Vernie, giving me a false moniker." Tala waggled a forefinger at Buhawi, who smiled tightly back. *Ah, there, I'm more at ease now. But I do think he's pissed.*
Tala threw her head back as she sat in the chair he held out for her and flashed Buhawi her most disarming smile, the one that always got her off the hook when she'd been naughty.
That brought Buhawi's blood pressure down somewhat, then kick-started it up again, but this time, his blood was racing from randiness, not anger.
"I am ***NOT*** named Vernie," Buhawi snorted, peevishness still stubbornly in his tone even as he traced the curve of her breast with lascivious eyes. "She's been calling me that since I first came here for coffee two weeks ago. Not funny."
Buhawi set both hands palms down on the table on either side of his plate. *Contain the temper, Buhawi. This is not the time to get angry.*
Tala put a hand over one of Buhawi's, and he seemed to calm some more at her warmth, relaxing just the slightest bit into the comfortable armchair his huge body dwarfed. "Your coffee is getting cold. Can I get you another?" Tala cocked her head to the side as she asked her question.
*All I need now is under all that cloth,* Buhawi thought, even as he said "oh, no, I've already had three espressos. Just keep me company while I eat my sandwich and salad, please?"
Tala nodded and he dug into his meal. She attacked her breakfast with equal ferocity, pulling the halved fish apart with dainty fingers and holding a piece into her mouth as she munched it steady as a printing press roller eats paper.
Tala then took up her utensils and scooped egg and rice onto her spoon, lifted it to her mouth and closed her eyes as she consumed her feast.
They ate thus, ravenously and silently, for the few minutes it took to scarf down their meals. But where Tala ate with abandon, Buhawi kept his coffee-dark eyes on her, visually devouring her in much the same way he was scarfing down his sandwich and salad: Like there was no tomorrow and he would not be denied his feast.
Not that Tala noticed. She was the kind of person for whom a meal was a sensual, full body experience in which shame had no part. She sighed as she ate the pickled papaya and carrots, let out a low "mmmm" as she bit into the *danggit*, threw her head back as she enjoyed the sensation of her macchiato sliding down her gullet.
Her legs splayed wide as she ate, her feet resting on the little kitten heels of her not-really-sensible shoes and her toes pointing to the ceiling.
*She likes food. A whole helluva lot. Buhawi filed that observation away for future use. I wonder*, he thought idly, his nostrils flaring to the musky floral scent that was uniquely Tala, *if she'll orgasm over chocolate, reallym really good chocolate?*
Replete, Tala put her cultery daintily and neatly down on the center of her empty plate, her movements so ladylike it was hard for Buhawi to reconcile her refined movements with the total abandon she'd displayed while eating.
They chatted about the weather for a while, shifted to the peso-dollar exchange rate, agreed that the legislature was a waste of their taxes and jousted over which National Artist for Literature would write the Great Filipino Novel, F. Sionil Jose or Bienvenido Lumbera.
Buhawi was entranced, truly entranced, and his smiles grew more and more spontaneous, natural, as if he hadn't a care in the world.
He forgot himself and was about to ask Tala out to dinner—all part of his plan, of course—or that was his justification for the sudden urge to take her out on a date when he really did not do dates.
Then Tala's phone started blaring the Radioactive Sago Project's *Love ka ni Satan* out of the depths of her tote bag and she practically jumped out of her chair.
"Oh, my, that's my Bundy-in alarm," Tala said, groping in the depths of her bag to silence the handset. "I've got to go. Team leaders can't be late. Thank you for sitting through breakfast with me! Byeee!"
Just like that, the little tempest was out the door and jaywalking through the early morning traffic toward a glittering high-rise of steel and chrome.
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Tala took her mid-afternoon break in the contact center's break room, settling down in a huge black beanbag and opening up the *Bestiario*, scanning the entries for anything that would answer the question "what fucked me last night?"
In a far corner, someone was watching the *ANC News* channel and Tala, absorbed as she was in her search, missed the gasps from her some of her team members over the news that a woman had been brutally raped and left for dead on the gravel mound of a construction site.
The crime scene was the old location of the stables of the Philippine Racing Circuit racetrack that was now the Circuit shopping mall in Makati City—mere blocks from the Isles Tech office.
"...the woman, identified as Martha Ambel, was last seen leaving the café in Ayala Center where she worked the graveyard to early morning shift," read newscaster Pinky Webb. "Her naked, battered body was found at noon. Ambel's body bore large bite marks that forensics expert Dr. Dinah Malamin said resembled those of a horse, except for the obvious tooth marks of an omnivore. Her liver was also missing and almost all her bones were broken in several places, the forensics expert said."
That segment of the news report made it through Tala's concentration and she turned her eyes to the wise-screen LED TV and drew a shocked hand to her mouth when she saw the Facebook profile picture of the barista who had served her coffee just that morning.
"Ohmygod, Tammy," Tala called out to a woman clad all in orange, "isn't that the barista at the café across the street?" Tammy nodded, tears in her artificially blue eyes as she fretted aloud whether another barista could prepare her soya-mint oolong chai the same way Martha did.
As horrified as Tala was with the murder of that familiar stranger, though, her own problem of an "oh, shittisimo" moment pressed on her heavily, like a ton of kryptonite would on Superman's chest. She resumed her search through the *Bestiario*, flicking back and forth until she found the entry dated 1 Mayo 1898.
*"Do not be afraid of the dreams that come to you after the Other Land is revealed to you. It is merely your Baylan's sight opening to the world that lies over ours. You will see the criaturas, and that is normal. Greet them with respect. Never point a finger at them or their homes, for that is the ultimate rudeness.
"Be comfortable with this natural progression. It means you are tapping your magic properly. Soon they will speak to you, call you by your epithet: Baylan. It is respect which you will reap if you follow my dictates. Respect them back, for they, too are powerful. The Manananggal can steal your unborn child with her needle-like tongue. The Sigbinn can kill you with a mere look from between its legs. The Black Pig will not be penned or held and will eat your beating heart from your chest if you even try. I've told you about the Tikbalang..."*
And on and on did Beatriz list the *criaturas* of the Other Land, describing them—sometimes in detail, at other times only by name. *Yeah, yeah, lelang, get to the how of getting fucked while alone in a home locked up tight already, Tala snorted her impatience. I'm not afraid. I'm pissed.*
On down to 5 Mayo 1898 Tala went, finding something worth a second and third read:
*"If, by some ill-fortune the Tikbalang finds you before you find him, especially if he finds you as you begin to own your power, he will be gripped with a deep and driving lust for your body. You must be very careful to check your house if you suddenly feel a strange presence. For all his large size, a Tikbalang will move silently as a cat stalking a sparrow.
"Take heed and check every part of your residence. If you find semen stains on anything made of glass, you will know you have become known to the Tikbalang and he will make himself known to you as well, in the most carnal sense of the word. You can stave this off by setting yerbabuena leaves on your windowsills and any opening in your house covered by glass or capiz. This is to keep the dream-self of the Tikbalang from your physical body—at least until you are ready to know the Tikbalang physically, to mesh with him spirit and skin, flesh to flesh in a meeting of equals. It is imperative that you do not let the Tikbalang gain any advantage on you.
"He will appear as a creature of your fantasies, as the man you imagine when you pleasure yourself to touch your divine spark and stoke it to a roaring fire. Do not be fooled. He is a Tikbalang, a creature of awesome power and one capable of great harm or great good. He will make you scream as he takes your body, make it shake with physical need. Do not think this is mere dream, for though it is a true dream, the intercourse will be real, in the physical world, by means of his innate magic.
"If the dreams have begun and you awaken with seminal fluid dried on your body, then the situation is very unfavorable to you, but not unsalvageable. Do as I say and lay mint leaves on your windowsills and any other openings covered in glass and capiz. This will buy you time until the moon has waned to nothing but the thinnest sliver, then you may begin the ritual of fully owning your place as Baylan and of taming yourself a Tikbalang."*
Tala drew in a deep breath, holding in the scream of complete and utter rage that was building in her throat. Well, she'd better get to taming herself a Tikbalang, then, after putting min on her windowsills and glass doors.
Tala felt the power of her temper begin to flow out of every pore of her skin. *Nobody fucks with her and gets away with it, after all. I'm Baylan, bitch. Let me show you whatfor.*
On which thought the TV exploded, along with the lighbulbs and the PS4 console. *Whoopsies.*
Tala knew deep down inside that the power surge that had caused all the electronics to blow up had come from her, though she kept that thought to herself as she stood up and worked to stem the chaos she'd caused.
*Nobody needs to know and maintenance will just say it was one of the usual power surges that hit Metro Manla because of our power-plant problems.*
"All right, people, let's stay steady and leave the room calmly, single file to the door," she said out loud. "We know the drill."
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Saturday morning was awash in heavy rain as Tala picked her way through the bowels of the Baclaran public market. She had a live chicken in a cage, its glossy feathers all totally black (she'd checked and the fowl balked and pecked her hard when she inspected it's tailfeathers).
*Ginger root. Check. Moringa leaves. Check. Unripe papaya. Check. Bird's eye chilies. Check. Peppercorns. Check. Sea salt. Check. That's it for the wet market, then.*
Tala had found the almost transparent spatter of Tikbalang come on her sliding doors
She browsed among the spices and herbs as she waited for the downpour to let up, as most tropical rainshowers did this time of year. She would head on down to the Redemptorist Church, or rather, behind it, where a middle-aged Chinese lady sold hand-dipped beeswax candles at a reasonable price out of a tiny makeshift stall. She'd get herself more lavender incense, perhaps some verbena and sage sticks, too, in case she needed them.
Once the rain had eased, she'd made her way to the little shop, haggled as the *tindera* expected, and wound up with a bottle of ginseng root in rice wine—allaway froh Xiamen, *iha*, the Chinese storekeep boasted—and an oblong carbon-steel amulet graven with an eye within a triangle, within the spokes of rays.
"It will keep you safe from the *malignos*, evil spirits," the Chinese matron in her faded denim apron and gaudy floral print dress told Tala, her chinky black eyes darting behind her customer time and again.
"There is a maligno following you. He is very big. Suzy knows this," the woman said as she pressed the talisman into Tala's hand and wrapped her fingers around it despite Tala's raised eyebrows. "You are what the Filipino call Baylan, *ano*? I can feel it. So can he. You take and you use. Is a very old *anting-anting*. Very strong."
With that Suzy the storekeep turned away and put Tala's payment into an old-fashioned cash register and wrote out a receipt. She handed Tala several dried *katatataka* leaves in a small ziploc bag along with the receipt. "You will need this if the *maligno* bites you, to keep you here on our side of *Lupa*. We are *Taga-Lupa*, we do not belong in their world."
"What do you mean if the *maligno* bites me?" Tala's unencumbered hand went up to her neck as she asked Suzy this question. Her fingers fluttered over the hickeys and bite marks on her neck beneath her blouse.
"The maligno kidnap *Taga-Lupa* two ways: They either bite you and break the skin, or they feed you things that have grown in their world," Suzy said, clucking in disapproval over Tala's ignorance. "Then you will follow them no matter what your mind tells you. You are *Baylan*. You should know this. You should have *anting-anting, oraciones,* the works. Because maligno like kidnapping Baylans. This is why there are so few of you now."
Shaking her head at Tala's befuddlement, Suzy espostulated: "*Hala*, just do as I say. If the maligno bites you, you soak these leaves in hot water and press them to the places where the skin is broken.You have a book with you, do you not? Something written by an ancestor? Something only you can read? Read it."
Suzy began muttering in Fookien under her breath and lit joss sticks that she waved in Tala's wake as Tala left her store with eyebrows still cocked high.
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It was well past noon by the time Tala got home. She set down the scandalously squawking chicken and her other purchases on the kitchen counter, half-filled her largest stockpot and set it on the stove to boil.
Tala picked up the bundle of candles wrapped in an old edition of the Chinese *United Daily News* tallboy newspaper and, glancing on the bookmarked page of the Bestiario, set them out in the middle of her *sala*, which she had cleared of furniture.
She took out the *salop* of salt, slit it open, set it on the counter and took a handful of the salt and put it in a glass bowl on the kitchen counter. Then she took the rest of the salt and made a circle around the candles she'd positioned according to Beatriz's dictum.
Tala prepared the vegetables and opened a bag of red rice before drawing her trusty, sand-weighted Solingen chef's knife and giving the blade a firm kiss. Then she opened the basket, grabbed the *ulikba* by its fat neck with both her hands and wrung it, whispering apologies and thanks to the frantically-jerking fowl as it died.
She dropped the dead chicken into the boiling water, rolling it with a long-handled slotted spoon to ensure the bird got properly soaked. She pulled on a pair of pink silicone oven mitts and, thus protected pulled the chicken out and laid it on a pile of kitchen towels.
Tala set about plucking the bird, draining its blood and adding that to the handful of red rice she'd placed in another glass bowl on the counter. She dressed the fowl out using her memories of the process from visits to Guimaras at fiesta time and reduced the chicken to its birdy-parts.
She put the head and feet in the center of the salt circle and candles and set its feathers out to dry on the *bilao*-the round threshing tray most Filipino households use to sort pebbles and palay grains from milled rice.
By the time she was done, the sky was turning orange and lavender. Sunset. The time to begin her chicken soup ritual had come.
Tala emptied the stock pot into her sink and refilled it with water from the tap. She put the pot on the stove, tossed in the ginger, onions, mashed garlic and chicken, kissed a the handful of salt she'd reserved and sprinkled it into the pot, following up with peppercorns and chilies.
The papaya and moringa leaves would follow in about 30 minutes and she'd let the magic tinola cook another 20 minutes before turning the stove off. Then she'd begin her ritual and change her stars.
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Tala stripped naked and laid her clothes on the sofa behind her. She took the amulet Suzy the storekeep had pressed into her hand, unfurled its black leather thong and put it on.
The carbon-steel talisman glinted dully as she moved to extinguish the overhead lights and began lighting the black candles, then the white ones.
The Baylan in Tala took over, her confidence now solid as she carefully scattered the *ulikba* feathers within the circle. between and around the candles.
She knelt before the chicken head and feet and began to chant the *oraciones* for protection, the spells claiming her birthright of knowledge, the paeans of thanks to the Old Gods for her innate power with her hands raised to the ceiling, palms up and cupped to hold her magic.
Speaking in old Tagalog, the ancient form and not the modern slang that is so commonly used, Tala called the Tikbalang to her with a chanting rhyme as new and as ancient as all Baylan spells are:
*Do not hide in shadow
You will not succeed.
Your plenty will be fallow
If my call you do not heed.
I am Baylan, you will come to me
I am Baylan, you will not be free
Until you manifest and allow me astride
Take me for my desired ride.
Bring me fortune, power, treasure and gold
I bind you to suffer my brutal hold.*
Tala took up the chicken head, squeezing its throat and calling on her sympathetic magic to transform that neck into her Tikbalang's neck. She set it down between a black candle and a white candle, picked up the chicken feet and continued her chant.
*Your hooves will bring you to my domain
When I say and when I deign
You will bow your head and let fall your mane.
Thence shall I pluck the first golden hair
And give you pleasure in an exchange most fair.
My second call will be louder still
You will bend even more to my will.
Turn about and bend yourself over
Willing or no, you will not recover
The hair of gold I will have without fail
From your lush and beautiful tail.
But protest not for I do bargain
Another night of your bliss without wane
You will be sated, I will be stronger
You will love me even more than ever.*
Finally, Tala took nine of the black feathers and tied them in a bunch with one long lock of her hair and sealed it with hot wax from a black, then a white candle.
She ran the feathers over her skin, making electric trails up and down each arm, each leg, circling the light caresses to raise goosebumps of pleasure over her skin.
Tala brought the the feathers to her breasts, caressed and teased her nipples until they stood achingly erect. She visualized Buhawi on the sofa, watching her by the dark reflection on her freshly-cleaned sliding doors.
The *Baylan* pleasured her cunt with the feathers, holding the labia open as she swept the black softness around and around her clitoris, dipping into her wetness and back again to that knot of nerves until a soft crescendo played through her body.
She imagined Buhawi pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking because he just couldn't help himself. But he could not come yet, and he would not touch her no matter how horny for her he was.
Tala brought herself higher and higher with that brush of feathers, closer to the orgasm she sought. As she came her voice swelled with the closing verse of her spell, the power coursing through her body and into the words.
In her fantasy, Buhawi, too, was coming, his fist pumping furiously, gripping his magnificent cock as he spurted hot, white come all over her breasts and thighs, directly onto her clit and making her orgasm even more intense.
*Come to me, open your thighs
Bring your ari even with my eyes
That I might pluck the last golden hair
While on my knees within my lair.
I will win this, doubt that not
You will then know just how hot
This joining will be, how elemental
How you were at birth held and shall
Remain so to be mine alone until
I choose to release you from my will.*
Panting from the chanting and her orgasm, Tala sagged to her butt on the floor. She'd been straining her body into an arc limned by the candles' glow.
The power surging through her had ebbed, contracted back into her body to throb slowly, steadily in that part of a woman now called the Grafenberg spot.
She slowly put out the candles and swept up the floor, putting everything in biodegradable trash bags ready for dumping down the building's trash chute.
Without bothering to get dressed, Tala took a bowl of the *tinola* and some fish sauce for dipping, scooped some hot white rice and ate her magic meal with gusto and in silence. The ginger-laced soup soothed her throat and the chicken meat filled her belly quite nicely. She cleaned up, put the excess food in the refrigerator and headed for a shower and then bed.
*Take that, nasty Tikbalang. I'll be fucking you back and over soon enough. Meet me in the dream if you dare.* These were Tala's last coherent thoughts as she fell asleep, girded well now to give as well as she'd gotten. |
FSE | Title: Lonely Oak Chapter 20 by Lemniscate
Tags: School, Short, Story Progression, Story Series
The transition from one subject to another was like the set changing for a play, except the lights were shining on all the prop-movers and scenery-changers. Thumps and thuds and metallic scraping signified books and supplies swapped from within the storage desks of each student. How they were expected to keep all of their stuff in that small space was always a mystery, because every year the books and supplies got bigger and the cubby-space always stayed the same size. Ket had always been an avid reader. But he realized that lately he had not picked up a book because of his new friendships. The in-class reading, whether aloud or along with a cassette tape, had really been the only time he spent with his nose smelling the musty pulp of pages. Even though he had already read all of the books last year, bar one, he still looked forward to the forty-five minutes of class-time, two days a week, that was purely devoted to reading. "Okay class, listen up, today you've gotta choose a partner. Hop-to." The scramble commenceth. Grabbing a partner was like any other scramble at Lonely Oak: the swings, the instruments, the *good* playing cards. In the first few moments destiny righted itself and friends partnered with friends, and the rest that were too slow had to deal with what was left over. Rini with Bitty and Betty, Ritzer with Beck, Angela with Kelly-Elly, Timothy with Arnold, John with Justin, Robert with Cathy and William with Kimberly. Usually Emeral would be with Lyza and Ket would have to merge with another pair. But this time, Ket found a partner by his side almost immediately. "Aw man," Lyza grumbled, "You don't wanna be my partner?" "I do, Lyz," Emeral replied, "But this time can I be with Ket?" "But who am I s'posta partner with?" "Panda, silly." Emeral said in a whisper, pointing to the bear. "I don't wanna partner with him!" She protested under her breath. "Why not?" Emeral asked; "It'll be a nice change." "He's still mad at me about last week." Ms. Hupp went around to the groups, sealing them. "Rini...I really wish you wouldn't pair with both Bitty and Betty..." "I have to, remember? We can't tell who's who otherwise." Emeral bit her lip. "Fine. Ket will be his partner." "Wait wha?" Ket blinked. "Why do I have to be his partner? Why don't you be his partner Emmy?" "Oh my gosh you guys are so mean." Emeral said, placing her hands on her hips. "Stop being so stubborn, Ket. You're older than us so you should be setting an example. Now go be his partner." Ket sighed. "Fine." He got out of his desk, and started to walk over, but Emeral caught his arm. He looked back at her. "Thank you," she said, and let him go. Ket made his way over to Panda, who was still sitting at his desk just like Ket would have done. "Hey." The tiger said as he approached. "You...wanna be partners?" The bear looked up and shrugged. "Sure," he said. It was finalized when Ms. Hupp came to them and wrote their names onto the clipboard in her arms. With all of the diads settled, she went to the center of the circle of desks and cleared her throat. "So, for the past two weeks we've been discussing what makes up a story: plot, setting, characters, first-, second- and third-person, and The Mountain (rising action, climax and falling action)." The class began to settle; cheeks met palms and chins met desks. "Up until now we've all been reading as a class, and discussing what we've read. But for the next several weeks each team will read different books, and every week that team will have to give a report on what they've read." The class groaned, but she continued; "After the team has finished the book, they will give a final report on the book as a whole." The groan escalated. "That sounds too hard," Cathy protested, "Are the books big? How much do we have to read?" "Cathy, it's not that much," Ms. Hupp replied. "You're required to read three chapters a week, some of which you can read during class-time." "How big are the books?" Asked Justin. "Some are bigger than others, most are around two-hundred pages." The class protested in shock. "What?" Kimberly squeaked, "That's not fair! So some people are going to have easy books and some hard?" "Quit'cher whin'n," Ritzer muttered, "It ain' *that* hard. I dunnit before. Twice." "Yeah," Rini piped, "and at your rate you'll do it for a fourth and a fifth and a sixth..." The class laughed. Ms. Hupp fought for control. After they settled down, she began again. "Speaking of having done this before, everyone will get to choose their books except for two groups: Ritzer's and Ket's. I'm assigning them." She went to her clip board. "Ritzer and Beck, you will be reading *Harry Potter*; Ket and Panda, you will be reading *The Voyage of the Dawn Treader*. For the rest of you, I'll pass around these sheets. Pick a book and write it in the box next to your names. You'd better hurry, because starting this Friday is your first report." Over the next twenty minutes the partners picked out their books on a first-come-first-served basis, and a book was given to each person. When all was done, for the last bit of reading time, eyes eagerly swam across page after page, trying to pack in as much reading as possible, everyone dreading the report due in just a few days.
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\_ Dear Treewatcher,
It's been a while. How are you? I was under a spell in the ice realm; a wizard had wiped my memory, so I knew not who I spoke with. It was only when the spell wore off that I remembered, and even then I have had trouble thinking about how to contact you. I hope that doesn't make you mad. I spoke with the Wise One a while ago. She helped me locate you. She is helpful as always, and told me to tell you she misses you and hopes you are fairing well in the outer lands. I don't know if you are aware, but I had decided at the end of last year to stay within the old kingdom. It is still a great place. The Trolls still lurk about, but they are not as much of a threat as they once were. I remember when they stole all of your spell books, and left torn pages in your desk every day. I wish I could avenge that deed for you, but if I did I would probably be banished from the kingdom. I am learning the ways of the warrior from a good friend. Well...someone a little more than a friend but...I cannot say that now. It's fun, and kind of easy. But I can't use it unless it's absolutely needed. The moves are very dangerous, and I'm constantly warned (it gets annoying, I know it's dangerous, but I keep getting warned). I'm not going out and looking for trouble, but I do wonder if I have mastered the techniques. My castle is different from what you might remember. The king...turned out to be a dragon. I don't really like to talk about it though. The dragon left but the queen is still here. She has gotten a new quest and she is in the castle more. She used to have two quests that meant she was not here that much. I like having her around more. I eat less pop-tarts and more warm food, and talk to her more. Sometimes I miss the castle being empty, but I can get used to her presence. Anyway, I don't want to write too much in case this is really weird. I hope it actually gets to you. If it doesn't that'll be embarrassing.
Sincerely, Whisperfoot. P.S. Is the outer land as people say? I have heard of its differences but...\_ |
literotica | Title: A Beautiful Wish Ch. 06
Tags: genie, master, slave, busty, romantic, sweet
**Chapter 6: Mother's Love**
George ran to the house in a panic. A million worst-case scenarios flashed through his mind, visions of blood, chalk-lines, his mother, dead. He burst through the open threshold expecting to see a scene out of a bloody cop drama. Instead he could hear is mother's distraught voice tearfully giving someone a description of George. He followed the voice to the kitchen where she was listing off George's physical attributes to a young patrolman while another was examining the pile of smashed dishes on the floor next to the breakfast table.
As he came into view Jessica gasped, leapt from her chair, and smothered him in a motherly embrace.
Sobbing, she cried, "Thank God, oh thank God!"
George was relieved but confused. A moment before he had been imaging the worst and now, while relieved, he wondered what could have happened to put his mother in such a state. Had they been robbed? Were his sisters alright?
In any case, his mother's tight hug was making him uncomfortable and he disengaged from her as gently as he could. "What happened?" he asked.
She wiped her bleary eyes as she answered, "Someone... someone broke in. I thought... I came home...." she visibly took hold of herself and with forced calm said, "I walked in and saw all this and called for you. When you didn't answer I feared the worst."
Burglarized? He had only been gone a couple of hours, three tops. He scanned his surroundings for signs that the house had been ransacked, but the only damage had come from his earlier romps with Dawn.
Then it hit him. That was what she was referring too, he and Dawn had left the house to go shopping without cleaning up the disaster left behind after their last escapade in the kitchen. The pantry had been almost completely emptied, the sink was filled with dirty pots, and even though the perishables had been put away, most of the food he bought was sitting around the kitchen in flimsy grocery bags.
"W-what did they steal?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Just a few of your father's clothes. I don't understand what someone would want with them though. They must be over ten years..." Jessica paused as she realized what George was wearing, "George, where did you get those clothes?"
"I, uh, borrowed them from your closet," he replied sheepishly. There was no use in being coy, she would put the two and two together on her own, but George couldn't help it. He knew this wasn't going to end well.
Her expression began to change as she started to get a glimmer of what had really happened. Her lips stiffened into a thin frown, her soft brown eyes narrowed, and her face went from hot anger to hurt to disappointment. Despite her obvious disapproval she asked calmly, "George, please tell me why you would..." she stopped.
George felt Dawn's gentle hands wind their way around his arm. She looked at Jessica square, not flinching or embarrassed, merely making her presence known. She exuded a quiet bravery, at peace with the fact that this could not be avoided. George was in trouble and she was putting herself in the line of fire. George was sure that if she only knew how terrifying his mother could become when she was truly angry, she'd be shaking in her booty shorts. However, he noticed that Dawn had traded in her much too short shorts for a pair of capris, along with a bra. She was definitely the smarter of the two of them, he thought.
"I see. Officers," she said quietly, "you can go now. I'm sorry to have wasted your time."
"Ma'am, are you sure this is your son?" asked the officer who had been taking down George's description. He stared at his notepad, then back up to George with a confused look on his face.
She merely scowled at him.
Not needing to be told twice, the two men headed for the door. One of them put a hand on George's shoulder and whispered, "Good luck." The sentiment didn't make him feel any better.
Jessica moved to the stove, where a kettle of water was beginning to steam. "Would you like some tea?" she asked quietly.
George was too petrified to answer, but Dawn immediately stepped forward. He screamed in his head Don't take the tea! She's going to tear us a new asshole! Don't take the tea!
"Yes, thank you, I would love some," said Dawn. George cringed.
Jessica's hands were shaking as she reached for two mugs from a nearby cupboard. "How do you take it?" she asked.
"Um, however you take it. I have not had much tea."
Jessica began to pour, but the heavy kettle slipped and splashed boiling water on her hand. She dropped the mug and it smashed to the floor with a sharp ceramic shatter. "Goddamnit!" cursed Jessica as she nursed her scalded hand. She knelt down to pick up the pieces.
Dawn immediately threw her purse on the table and moved to help with the cleanup. George was tempted to help as well, but he knew from experience that when his mother was this pissed he should keep his distance and wait for her to tell him what to do. He noticed that some of the contents of Dawn's purse had spilled across the table. There was a half-used Chapstick, a few dollars with some change, and a few crumpled gum wrappers. There were all typical things George knew would be in a woman's purse. But what truly surprised him was the book that Dawn had stashed inside earlier. It was a collection of stories by H. P. Lovecraft. He thought it was an odd selection for her first read, but figured she was probably mislead by the author's name.
The women finished cleaning up the mess in silence, until Jessica added a very curt, "Thank you." She went back to making the tea and Dawn quietly moved to the kitchen table and sat down. George sat next to her as far from his mom as he could get.
"So, I'm George's mother, Jessica. And you are?" she said as she finished making the tea and placed a mug in front of Dawn. Her anger over the situation was barely hidden behind a thin veneer of civility.
"It is very nice to finally meet you Mrs. Everhart. My name is Dawn," she said as she noticed the contents of her purse spewed across the table. She scrambled to cram everything back inside.
"Dawn, what?" asked Jessica as she sat down.
Dawn's face turned ghostly white as she struggled to come up with a satisfactory answer. George's mind went into overdrive as his eye's darted around the room for a something to remind him of a name. Suddenly, he caught sight of the book Dawn had been trying to push back into her purse. He just blurted out, "Lovecraft! Dawn Lovecraft." He regretted it as soon as he said it. How cliché could you get? But it was out there now, and there was no explainable way of taking it back. Under the table, Dawn's hand crawled into his. She didn't look directly at him, but he could tell that she approved.
"That's an... interesting name," said Jessica as she sipped her tea. "Well, George, I guess if I'm going to really understand why you decided to freak me out like this, you'd better start from the beginning."
George sighed heavily as he searched his thoughts for a place to begin. As he hesitated, Dawn started to explain, "Well, you see, I was..."
Jessica cut across her, "Thank you Miss Lovecraft, but if you don't mind I would like to hear his explanation first."
Dawn deflated in her chair and squeezed George's hand tightly. She was beginning to understand what George already knew, his mom was nobody to bullshit. He entwined his fingers with hers and gave her a gentle squeeze. You're worth even this, he thought.
"I was at work," he started, "I was having a really shitty day. I was late, Rocko punched me in the face, and Linda made me stay for the late shift."
"Wait, Rocko punched you? Why?" said Jessica, a look of concern momentarily breaking through her anger.
"Why does Rocko do anything? Because he's a fucking jerk, that's why." The memories of that day aroused a fury inside of George that he had forgotten about since Dawn's emergence, but he hadn't meant to test the limits of his mother's understanding at the moment. Jessica wasn't fazed by his harsh language. Instead she cursed something under her breath.
"Anyway, I was sitting by myself, just like I always do, thinking about how much I hated my life. I thought about quiting. I... I thought about... lots of things, when Dawn walked in."
Dawn stayed quiet as this was the first time she had heard George speak of the events leading up to the discovery of her vessel. She hung her head low and locked her eyes on their joined hands. She caressed his index finger with her own.
"She didn't work there or go to school there, but all she wanted was a swim, and I needed some company. So, I let her in. We talked for a while. She told me about herself. She's from Phoenix, she just graduated high school, she was looking into colleges, and... she liked me." Dawn's hand squeezed his like she would never let go. Jessica listened intently and said nothing.
"I like her," he glanced over at Dawn and made a quick, meaningful, eye contact. "She's new in town and needs a place to stay. So I let her stay here. And, I don't want her to leave."
"I see," said Jessica as she reached an understanding. She turned to Dawn, "So is that your scam then? You find someone vulnerable, then get a few nights under a roof, steal everything of value and move on?"
"N-no that is not..." cried Dawn. George stopped her. Now he was angry, and he didn't care if it was his mother who said it or Adolf Hitler. She had no right.
"Mom, I know I fucked up. And I'm sorry for that. You can yell at me, punish me, ground me till the end of time, but don't talk to her that way." It was all he could do not to scream at her, but Dawn's touch kept him grounded and prevented him from saying something he would probably regret later. "If you have any faith in me at all, you'll trust me that she isn't like that."
"And you know this, how?" she asked incredulously. "I love you, but we both know that you aren't very experienced when it comes to this. For all you know she could be on the run, or worse!"
"So far, all she's done is be polite to you! You're always telling me to see the good in people, to give them the benefit of the doubt. Why is it any different when I finally bring a girl home?"
"Oh c'mon, George! Who goes across the country, by themselves, without some plan as to where they are going to stay? I suppose she doesn't have any money either. I taught you to be smarter than that."
"First of all, she has no family, she grew up in an orphanage. Secondly, I don't have any money either. Only what you gave me, and she hasn't so much as looked at it!" He took a sharp breath to calm himself. "I understand why you are upset with me, but why are you taking it out on her?
Jessica looked away from him. She looked ashamed and confused, but still very angry. "Fine, in the interest of finding out why my kitchen looks like the aftermath of a natural disaster, let's assume you're right and move on. "
Don't say something you'll regret he thought. He found it impossible to hide his scowl. "Fine. She spent the night, the next day we hung out and got hungry. We were looking for something to eat but there wasn't much, so we got a little creative." He paused as he struggled to keep his explanation strictly PG, "But we got carried away. I had meant to clean it up before you got back. I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow, so I wasn't worried about it. Why are you home so early anyway?"
"That investment I had been tracking turned out to be a bunch of bullshit. Run by two college kids who were trying to run a scam, so I came home early. I figured you would be lonely here by yourself, so I was going to surprise you. I didn't realize you had found ways to... entertain yourself."
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked pointedly.
"Nothing," she said with a dismissive wave. She took another big sip of her tea.
George continued, "As I was saying, I remembered that you asked me to go food shopping, so we went this afternoon. But I didn't have any clean clothes that would fit me. I found these in your closet. I'm sorry, I didn't know... that you still kept his things. I should have asked."
Jessica looked away in an attempt to hide the sudden swell of emotions that made her begin to tear up, "Yeah, well, if you would do your part and keep your room cleaned up, and put your dirty clothes in the laundry room, you wouldn't need to go through my closet."
"You know, you're right," he admitted. She was trying to change the subject away from what was really bothering her, George could tell, but she echoed what George had only recently come to realize. "I need to take better care of myself, and my things. I will, from now on."
"So, thats it," said George, "after we finished shopping we dropped off the food and went to Walt's for lunch. Then we stopped at a store on the way back. When I saw the police car, and your car, I thought something really terrible happened. I bet I was just as freaked out as you were."
"Well, I didn't think about it that way." She took a deep breath along with another sip of her tea. "Maybe I overreacted a little. I just... when I saw the house like this... and you weren't around... I suppose I should have noticed that your car wasn't here, but I just panicked." she wiped a tear forming at the corner of her eye.
"I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to scare you. Things have happened kinda fast around here. I wasn't thinking."
"Alright," said Jessica, her anger dissipating, "you are going to clean up this mess though, right?"
George nodded.
"Okay. I'm sorry I scared you and I'm sorry I overreacted. I should have had a little more faith in you." She reached for Georges hand from across the table and gave it a reassuring pat, before finishing her tea. "Now, George, will you leave the room please? Miss Lovecraft and I need to have a chat."
George and Dawn cast quick nervous looks to one another. "Um, why?" asked George.
"If I'm going to let a stranger stay in my house, I'll need to interview them first. I think thats fair, isn't it?"
Dawn squeezed George's hand so tightly he thought his fingers might pop off. He had faith that Dawn would be okay, but he hadn't planned on throwing her to the wolf so soon. He stroked her hand reassuringly, "I'll be upstairs then."
He leaned over and kissed Dawn on her temple, then he stood and headed for the stairs. He made a lot of noise as he pounded his way up, and shut his bedroom door, but it was only so that his mother would believe he was out of earshot. He moved back down the stairs very slowly and quietly, until he was sitting on the bottom step. With his new body, moving silently was much easier. He couldn't see them, but he could hear them perfectly.
He could hear his mother getting herself another cup of tea. "How's your tea?" asked Jessica.
"Oh!" She sipped fast, "Wow, this is delicious! What did you put in it?"
"Just some milk and a little honey. I have a cup or two every night. It helps me unwind."
They sat in silence for a few moments, save for the sound of tea cups rattling on saucers. It seemed neither knew how to begin. In one corner was the reigning female champion in George's life, and in the other was the challenger threatening to disrupt the status quo. His mother had always tried to encourage him to be better, to get out in the world and mix it up, to chase his dreams. But to have the fruits of her encouragement sitting across the table from her must have been quite a shock. George wasn't sure for whom he felt more sympathy: Dawn and her inexperience, or his mother with her own.
"Well then, I'll just come out and ask it. Are you two sexually active?"
George would have spit out his tea if he were drinking it. Dawn however, seemed unaffected, "Yes, we are."
"Are you using protection?"
"Yes." George forgave her for telling a half-truth. The protection she was speaking of came from no normal means of prophylactics. "And there is no worry of disease, George was my first."
"You'll pardon me if I find that hard to believe."
Another uncalled for remark. Why was she acting so cruel? There was silence for a few moments, George could hear Dawn sipping her tea again. "There is nothing that I can say that will make you believe me at this point. But I think that you will find, in time, that I am trustworthy."
Another pause. He heard Jessica stand up, along with a frustrated sigh. He could hear her fumbling with some dishes in the sink. Then she stopped, "You know, I really thought this would be easier. I've always wanted George to find a nice girl. It's just, George has been through a lot. Not just with the teasing and the whole embittered geek thing he has going on. I mean real trauma."
"And you think, that I am going to build him up with false affection, and then leave him?"
"It isn't fair to assume that. But that's how I feel. I can see how he looks at you. I haven't seen him act like that... well, ever. If you take that away from him I'm afraid I'll lose him forever.
I'm not foolish enough to think that I can stop you two from going down whatever road you've already chosen. But please, if you aren't a hundred percent serious about this, leave now. I'll blame it on me, that I drove you away. I'd rather that he hate me then have whatever is left of his soul be crushed by a passing fling."
Dawn paused to sip some more tea before answering, "Mrs. Everhart, I appreciate your caution and your obvious concern for George's well-being. I wish... I wish I had a mother who cared for me like that. But George isn't some scam to me, or a fling, nor is he a guy I can change if I work hard at it." Her voice began to crack as she became more impassioned. "I love your son. I will always love him," George could tell that she was trying very hard not to cry. "P-please believe me."
Hang in there, thought George. His heart ached to be with her.
"Have you told George, that you love him?"
"Yes," whispered Dawn.
The dishes Jessica was washing made louder clinking noises, like they were being pushed around forcefully. "Then there's no turning back now. What did he say?" said Jessica, defeat evident in her voice.
"He didn't say anything, but, he cried."
"Wow," she sounded genuinely astonished, "that's way more than I've ever got out of him."
"What do you mean?"
"I must have told him that I loved him a thousand times, but he always waves me off. No 'thanks', or 'I know', or 'I love you too'. It's like he thinks I'm just kidding. But you actually made him cry?"
"Yes. He wouldn't let me say it at first, but I felt like I had to. He needed to know. And then I said it and he broke down. I may not understand why George feels the way he does, but I do understand what he is feeling. I know how much it means to him to hear that we love him. I would never say it unless I really meant it."
Jessica was moving around the kitchen now, opening and closing cupboards as she put food away. "You know, I can't remember the last time I saw George cry, or laugh, or smile. "
"Mrs. Everhart, why does George have such a hard time telling someone he loves them?"
George panicked. Please don't tell her, mom! She'll never look at me the same way again! Please don't tell her about dad!
Jessica stopped roaming around the kitchen and sat down. There was a pregnant pause as she searched for a way to explain. "George's father, Henry...," she said sadly, "he died a while back. Let's just say, it had a profound impact on George. He was only eight at the time."
Dawn started to ask something presumably, but Jessica stopped her, "It really isn't for me to say. It should be him who tells you, not me."
George, on the verge crashing the conversation, felt a sudden wave of relief.
"Anyway, after that he changed. He used to be so happy, he was a handful let me tell you. He and his father were so close, more like best friends than anything. And when Henry died, much of George died with him. I tried everything I could think of to help him: therapy, drugs, I even remarried... nothing worked."
George remembered all of her attempts to bring him out of his depression after the death of his father. The therapy sessions didn't help because he didn't want them too. The various psychologists and "spiritual healers" wanted him to accept his father's death as something that had to happen, something that made sense, something that would all go away if he let it. The drugs only made him stop feeling, and that hurt even more. And his step-father stopped showing an interest in him when it was clear that George would never accept him as even a poor substitute for his real father.
"Haley and Corina would freak out if they knew the George of old. Haley has a big mouth, but her little jabs are nothing next to George's nuggets of wisdom." He heard her sip her tea and balk, "Would you like some more tea, hon? Mine is cold." Jessica got up and fumbled with the kettle some more. "You know, it's really sad, I don't think George has ever told his sister's that he loves them."
"But, I can tell that he wants to say it. It is on the tip of his tongue. But then he gets this pained look on his face, like...like..."
"Like someone died."
"Yeah."
Jessica sat back down with fresh tea. "I've seen that too. I think, I'm not sure but I think, that he associates love with loss. If he admits that he loves someone, even for a second, they'll leave him. I'm his mother so I know he loves me, even if he never says it. I can only imagine what its like for you, to put yourself out there and not have it returned."
"He will say it when he is ready. I have only known him for a few days, but one thing that I know for certain is that he feels more deeply than either of us can imagine. All he lacks is the courage to show it."
Another pause . "I think you're right," said Jessica. She chuckled lightly. "I have to admit, I think I might have been wrong about you. When you walked in my first thought was of all those girls I grew up around, who got any guy they wanted just by turning off their brains and hiking up their skirts. But I should have more faith in George. He would never settle for a girl like that."
"Thank you Mrs. Everhart," the sincerity evident in her trembling voice. "Do you think, we could start over?"
"I think we should. I'm Jessica Everhart, George's mother. It's very nice to meet you."
"I am Dawn... Dawn Lovecraft, I am George's girlfriend. It is an honor to finally meet the woman who raised such a wonderful son."
That's my girl, he thought.
The topic strayed away from George after that, focusing on Dawn's fictional background. Believing they would be finished soon, he headed back up the stairs quietly to wait in his room. The last thing he heard before he closed his door was, "So, why don't you use contractions?"
"Um, I do not know, I just..."
George quietly closed the door to his room and paced back and forth as he waited for them to finish their chat. Dawn had passed the test of his mother's wrath with flying colors, though he wasn't surprised. He believed Dawn could do anything, and not just because of her powers. She had a way about her that disarmed everyone. You couldn't hate her, even if you wanted too. She wasn't shallow or petty, or self-centered or rude. Even in the face of outright hostility she never stopped being thoughtful and genuine.
He was more surprised by the way his mother had acted. Sure, the kitchen was post-apocalyptic, and maybe he should have thought twice about going through her closet. But to freak out at Dawn for just being there, his mother had always been much more rational than that. He had always thought that, for a mother, she was pretty cool. She kept her music tastes current, played video games; she even cussed in front of George without so much as an apology. So why had she lost it so completely when she found out that he had gone into her closet? Maybe there was something there that she didn't want him to find, something other than his father's clothing.
Bah! What am I thinking? This is my mom, not some Columbian drug trafficker he thought. She's probably upset that I got into Dad's old clothes. It probably reminded her of how much she misses him. But the idea that his mother was hiding things from him was intriguing, and alarming. He had always been too preoccupied by his own drama to worry much about her. She always seemed so poised and strong. But maybe there was more going on that he had been too self-absorbed to notice. Maybe she was also in pain. Lonely, just like he had been.
In any case, it was an odd thing for George to hear them talking about him that way. He always believed that his mother had his best interests at heart, but he could have never imagined the depth of her concern. Had he really been so callous as to disregard his mother's love? He realized that he had made the same mistake with his mother that he had with his father. He had taken her for granted. But this time it was worse. Not only had he assumed that she would always be there, he had downplayed her affection for him in an effort to shield himself from more pain. The only upside was that she was still alive. There was time to make things right.
He ruminated over the situation for an agonizing hour before plopping down on the bed. He hadn't been tired up to that point, but the new bed's heavenly comfort lulled him into a dreamy haze. He closed his eyes and imagined what it would be like to spend the night with Dawn in the cloud-like wonderland he had wished into being. He could almost see her lightly tanned skin glistening with sweat, hear her melodious voice crying out in ecstasy, smell the tea-like scent of her hair as it fell around him, feel her entire body shiver out of post-orgasmic euphoria. Just thinking about being close to her was enough to make him hard. He rubbed his member casually as he dreamed of Dawn lying next to him, kissing him like he needed to be kissed, loving him just because he was him, and nobody else. He was asleep before he even realized it, drifting off into a dream involving Dawn, a sandy beach, a hammock, the sunset, and gently lapping waves.
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The wind, the salty mist, the cold, they bit his face and eyes as he shot at breakneck speed across the water. Exhilaration... invincibility... freedom. They were all that mattered. Speed, more speed. The waves couldn't stop him. Hit them harder, go faster, don't stop.
Too fast... too hard... the sea always wins.
A wave... too large. No control. A dull thud, a loud crack. Where is he? Where is dad?
There... face down. The sky is gray, the sea is gray. So why is the water red?
Save him. You can do it. Grab his hand, pull him up. Swim, goddammit, swim.
Too heavy... too rough... too cold. Can't do it. Going under, water everywhere, can't breath.
Get to the boat. Almost there. Just a little farther.
Arms, legs, cramping. Lungs heaving, choking. Let go... he's dead... you can't help him.
Never give up... never stop... invincible... free...
You'll die... let go... you tried... it's over...
Hand slipping.
Wake up... help me... I need you...
Too heavy... too cold... need air... I'm sorry...
Fingers slide free... he's gone... into the black.
Get to the surface... and breathe... but not live.
George broke the water's surface, sat up straight, and choked violently on air. He was awake, back in his room, his old room.
No. Was it a dream? Where is Dawn? It couldn't have been a dream. Please tell me it wasn't a dream!
His mother opened the door just a crack, and whispered, "George? Are you awake? You can come back down now."
George was soggy and cold. "Wei-what?" he asked shaking.
"I said, you can come back now. Dawn and I are finished. Are you OK? You're sweating."
Dawn wasn't a dream, he had awoken from a nightmare. George fell back as relief once again washed over him. "I...I'm OK. I'll be right down."
Jessica opened the door all the way and entered. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Honey, did you have the dream again?"
He didn't answer. But his mother knew. "You haven't had that dream for long time."
He was embarrassed. He was a grown man, and was fiercely loved by the most amazing creature in all the universe, yet he just had an old nightmare. "I get it every once in a while, when dad comes up in conversation. It sneaks up on me. I was feeling alright when I dozed off but, for some reason..."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
He sat up straight, "Not really. There isn't much to say. Same old stupid dream, I woke up just as I broke the surface just like last time."
Jessica looked like she wanted to say so many things, but they had all been said. "You know that... I don't blame you? Right?"
George said nothing. He knew she didn't. She never had. But sometimes he wished she would. He wanted her to hate him for letting go, for being stupid, for being weak. For so long he had felt like it was no more than he deserved. She was the one person in the world who had every right to give up on him. But she didn't. While others feared him, loathed him, and took pleasure from his pain, she remained loyal, true, and hopeful. It would have been so much easier to give in to grief long ago, but she wouldn't let him.
After a long silence in which it was clear George was finished talking about the subject, Jessica cleared her throat. "Anyway, I got the chance to get to know Dawn a bit while you were sleeping. She's a lovely girl. I'm glad you were so picky and waited for a girl like her."
"It wasn't a matter of being picky. Girls just don't like me."
Jessica put her hand up to stop him, "I don't want to hear it. It's obvious now that that's a cop-out. Dawn's living proof. If you would have only shown some initiative and actually asked a few of them out, you wouldn't have been such a downer all these years."
"Wow, mom, thanks."
She brought her finger to her head like she was playing the dumb blond, "Oh, did I say that out loud?"
He pushed her playfully, almost shoving her off of his bed.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! Sheesh!" she cried as she batted away his attempts at de-bedding her. "But really, you know what I mean. There's no law that says you have to be alone all the time, George. I don't care what you believe in that regard. You deserve to be happy. I just wish I could have taught you that sooner."
"Actually, we went and saw Lindsey today. It turns out that she's had a crush on me for years without me realizing it."
She gasped, "My Lindsey!? She told you!?"
"Well, no, Dawn kinda pointed it out to me. Apparently, it was extremely obvious."
"Oh, of course not," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, "you'd have to be Dr. Phil to poke through that cloak of deception."
"Wait. you knew?"
"Of course I knew! She made me swear not to tell you a long time ago."
"W-why didn't anyone let me know!? Why did she tell you and not me?"
Jessica turned somber, "George, cut her some slack. She's young, she is just as nervous about putting her feelings out there as you are. And she didn't exactly tell me, either. You have to understand, she has never had a mother, so she compensates by being one herself. But she only does it to people she really cares about: her father and you. That's how I knew. Do you remember the last time we went to the beach?"
"Vaguely," he said dryly. He remembered all too well. He had been tricked into going by his mom and Lindsey was there waiting for him. He spent most of the time trying to avoid having to go into the water for fear of taking his shirt off. While the rest of his family played in the surf, he and Lindsey sat on the beach. George was busy sulking and waiting for them to go home, but Lindsey was badgering him constantly about sunscreen and drinking water.
"Well, I could see what she was doing. She was so nervous about you seeing her in a bathing suit that she had reverted to caregiver mode. Afterwards I confronted her about it and she just blurted it out, made me swear not to tell."
George sighed heavily as he leaned back against the headboard.
"Are you mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. Actually, I'm a little mad at myself. Ever since Dawn came around I've been noticing all the parts of my life that I've been neglecting. There's Lindsey, you, Hayley and Corina, college, myself. So much of my life has been a waste. I have to be better. I can't keep going on like this."
Jessica patted his knee, "I'm glad all it took was a hot girl showing you the good things in life for you to finally wake up. And George, don't beat yourself up anymore. Can't we let the past go?"
George caught her meaning and turned towards the window to avoid her gaze. "I'm trying, mom," he said finally.
Jessica stood up and headed for the door. She stopped as she reached the knob, "Thanks for cleaning your room up by the way. Another one of Dawn's good influences on you, I gather?"
He looked around. Though it was his old room, it looked like the best possible version of that room. He was confused at first but then he remembered that Dawn had said she was going to make a few minor changes. He found himself missing this version of the room. Even though it was from a difficult time, the place had been his sanctuary, his escape from the pain and disappointment that was his daily existence. It was like growing out of a favorite pair of shorts. You can't wear them anymore but you hate to throw them away because of all the times you put them on knowing that they were the perfect fit. George was struck by how thoughtfully Dawn had treated it in her alterations, even if she didn't fully understand why it was important to him.
Just thinking about Dawn was enough to break him out of his funk. He felt alive again. "She threatened to put her clothes back on if I didn't. Its amazing how fast you can clean when a hot naked girl needs a place to lay down."
Jessica smiled as she playfully wretched, "Ugh, too much information! Make it stop!" George laughed and threw a pillow at her. "OK, I'm done. Come downstairs now. I need to talk to both of you."
As soon as she closed the door behind her the room reverted back into George and Dawn's love-nest. The difference was all-together shocking, and a bit empty without Dawn there with him. Maybe he had been too hasty in his wishes. The huge bed and the stripper pole were lot of fun but they weren't really him. Why should his room look like something out of a bad soft-core porn flick when that wasn't the person he really was? Dawn certainly didn't mind. Maybe he could get her to leave his old room intact (albeit the cleaner version he had now), and just pull out the "harem" room for special occasions.
He got up and went to the bathroom. After splashing some water in his face and rubbing his neck with a towel he was feeling much better. He took the opportunity to check his reflection in the mirror to make sure his new body had been maintained. For some reason, he had become worried that Dawn was just a dream again, but his reflection told him otherwise. Or at least, he was still in the dream. Either way was fine by him, as long as it didn't end.
He followed the voices of Dawn and his mom down the stairs and into the living room. They were sitting next to each other on the couch, pouring through old photo albums.
"Oh look!" cried Jessica. "This is my favorite."
Dawn's mouth fell open. "Is he..."
"Such a cute little tooshie. To this day I can't remember why he was wearing a shirt but no pants. Either I forgot to dress him properly, or he decided he didn't need them. I suspect it was the latter."
George knew which photo they were talking about. It was from when he was only two or three years old. He was watching his dad ride around on a quad behind their old house from behind a sliding glass door. He was naked from the waste down with his face pressed against the glass. His little behind dominated the photo.
As soon as Dawn caught sight of George she pulled the photo out and showed him as she laughed. "You were hot stuff even then!"
George laughed in embarrassment as he sat down next to his dream girl. Dawn and Jessica continued to ooh and ah at the various photos. Some were from George's various Cub scouting trips with his dad, some were from the vacations the young family had made together, a few from family outings with other relatives. The last photo in the album was of Henry and George side by side next to a large pool. George had just taken the gold in a regional swim meet, and Henry was hugging him tightly. His smile was huge and bright. It was so infectious that people had actually told him to stop, that it was making them smile too much.
When they were finished Jessica closed the album and stashed it away. Dawn pouted, "Aww, are their any more?"
"Unfortunately, no, not of George anyway," said Jessica as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Why not? He is so photogenic," whined Dawn.
"Well, uh, he just got camera shy after that."
"Mom, was their something you wanted to talk to us about?" said George in an attempt to come to her rescue. It was foolish to keep things from Dawn, she would find out eventually. But a part of George still wanted to spare her his drama. Everything was going so well between them. He hoped he could just forget the past entirely and focus on her.
"Yes, but I need more tea first." She got up and headed for the kitchen. "Would you two like some?"
"None for me, thanks," called George.
"I would love some more tea!" sang Dawn excitedly.
Jessica disappeared into the kitchen. When she was far enough out of ear shot Dawn pulled herself into George as tightly as she could. "Are you alright, Master?" she whispered.
George was again alarmed at the honorific. "Y-yeah. Why?"
"I sensed that you were in distress when you were in your room. I wanted to go to you, but I could not think of an adequate excuse. So I had to suggest to your mother that you join us again. Is there anything I can do?"
"I'm OK, Dawn, really. I just dozed off and had a bad dream."
"Really?" she pleaded.
"Well, I'm definitely feeling much better now," he said as he squeezed her.
Dawn looked even more concerned, "George, one of the reasons why I love you so much is that you are a terrible liar."
"Dawn, it was just a bad dream. You're acting like I was about to fall off a cliff."
"Master, I am your Genie. Would I not know the difference?"
Jessica reappeared with two mugs of steaming tea and placed one in front of Dawn, "There you go, sweetheart."
"Thanks, mom," Dawn said quite nonchalantly.
George couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Mom? She's calling you mom? How long was I gone?"
"Just a couple of hours. But we decided that since she has no mother, and since she is going to be staying here for a while, that I would do for now."
"So, you're not going to kick her out?"
"No. She may stay." George was about to jump for joy around the living room. "However," his jubilation halted, "there are conditions."
Uh-oh he thought. "What kind of conditions?"
"OK, rule number one: Dawn sleeps in the spare bedroom." George and Dawn visibly sank along with their hearts.
"Rule number two: she pays a monthly rent of two-hundred dollars."
"Wait, mom, she doesn't have a job. How is she supposed to pay rent?"
"That isn't my problem. And if I catch you paying her rent, I'm kicking you both out."
"Aww, mom,"
"Don't you 'aww mom' me. I think that's more than fair. Finding a place to stay for cheaper than that is almost impossible in this town, especially for use of an entire house."
George looked over at Dawn, who appeared to be a little uneasy. He was sure she was capable of holding down a job, but he remembered how nervous he was when he went looking for a job the first time. And he didn't need to worry about paying rent.
"Rule number three," she continued as she began keeping track on her fingers, "no hanky panky or excessive PDAs in the house while your sisters are here."
George was about to protest when she stopped him, "I don't want to hear it. This is important George. Your sisters are still very young and whether you like it or not you are the dominant male influence in their lives. The way you and Dawn interact is going to set the tone for their attitudes towards relationships forever. If you two are making out all day long, touching each other, laying around like a bunch of horny logs, then the girls are going to think that that is what is acceptable for them to do too. You have to set a good example, like you would if you were their father. Lord knows, their father isn't putting any decent ideas in their heads with all his little girlfriends running around," She scowled.
George was crestfallen, but he knew she was right. Still, keeping his hands off of Dawn was already proving to be a herculean feat. He wasn't sure how he was going to last two entire weeks without at least sneaking a little something.
"Rule number five, er, four: Dawn, you have to do your part around the house. You aren't going to be a maid or anything like that. But if this house is going to be your home then you will have to treat it as such. If I find that you are disrespecting the house or anything inside it, I'll have to ask you to leave."
"My home?" she asked in wide-eyed wonderment.
"Yes. This is your home now. At least until you find out what you are going to do about your schooling. But you can stay here for as long as you follow my rules. Is that acceptable?"
Dawn had adopted a faraway look. She mouthed the word "home" to herself and her eyes became misty.
"Dawn, honey?" Jessica asked as she tilted her head to make eye contact with her.
"Y-yes?"
"Is that OK with you?"
She looked towards George. "My home?" she asked.
George had assumed she knew that any home he had would be hers as well, but then he remembered that due to their master/slave connection, this wasn't necessarily the case. He could easily make her sleep outside if he wished and she would comply with a smile on her face. He nodded. She flashed him her heavenly, heart-softening smile.
She turned back to Jessica, "That will be very acceptable, thank you."
"Great!" beamed Jessica.
She moved over to Dawn and gave her a hug that would not have been out of place if Dawn had been her daughter. George looked on in silence. He was immensely pleased that the two most important women in his life had become close. But as the hug lingered, he began to long to feel what they were feeling, and debated getting in on the hug himself. He let them have their moment, though. He had never been much of a hugger anyway. It only made him feel inadequate. It usually wasn't a big deal though, because most of his extended family hadn't extended him any hugs for quite a while.
"OK," said Jessica as she pulled away from Dawn, "I've had a long day and I'm going to bed. George, try not to stay up too late. You have work tomorrow."
"OK, mom."
"Goodnight, all."
"Goodnight," they chorused.
After George was confident she was out of earshot, he sank into the couch, "Phew! That was intense. Sorry to have to throw you in the deep end like that, babe."
Dawn laid down on the couch and rested her head on George's lap so that she was looking up at him. "I admit, I was worried there for a second. When you went rushing off towards the house I was confused. I couldn't sense any danger in the house, but you were obviously upset about something. I am glad it was just you're mother. It could have been much worse."
"Fuck yeah," he said with a heavy breath, "I thought someone was dead. Are you alright?"
"I am fine, thank you. I was very nervous, but your mother is not an unreasonable woman. In fact, she is quite funny. You should have heard all the things she told me about you when you finally went back upstairs."
"Like what," he said. George became a little worried. He had been a precocious youngster, and had many embarrassing adventures before he stopped feeling adventurous.
"Well, I have now pinpointed the exact moment in time when you discovered girls."
George put his hands over his face. "Oh no," he groaned.
She giggled impishly. "Now I have something to black mail you with when you become famous."
"Hey, she came on to me, I swear!"
"Maybe, but that did not mean you needed to run around the playground screaming..."
"Please don't say it. It's too embarrassing to think about, let alone hear out loud."
"Very well. But George, she still remembers."
"Arrrgg," he dramatized. His face flushed a deep scarlet.
They both laughed. But as the laughter died away, Dawn's face adopted a more concerned look.
"So, about the dream..."
"It was just a dream," he said tiredly.
"Forgive me George, I do not think you completely understand how my protection powers work. I am constantly monitoring you for any threat to your well-being, whether from an outside source, or from within. These powers are always on, even if I am away from you, or otherwise occupied. I do not even need to be conscious. What I observed threw your body and mind into a state of near death. Something inside you was trying to kill you."
"I still think you're overreacting. I've been having dreams like it for years now, and obviously I'm not dead."
"It may have been a dream, but it is only a symptom, not the cause of your pain. You are being consumed by something, little by little, from the inside. I cannot put my finger on what, but it is there. My powers do not lie..."
"Well, can't your powers protect me from whatever 'it' is?"
"My powers can protect you from anything, unless you prevent me from doing so."
"Wait, do you mean that, I'm not letting you protect me?"
"Yes. Consciously, and for reasons unknown to me, you are blocking me from affecting this corner of your mind. While I do not actively read your mind or delve into your memories unless it is pertinent to your wishes, or would otherwise help me to blend more seamlessly into your world, this one, fairly large construction is completely off limits. When my powers kicked in and attempted to spare you from whatever was hurting you, your mind decided that it would rather die than let me in. The only thing that could have stopped me, was you."
George didn't know what to say. He leaned his back against the couch and let out a frustrated sigh.
"I do not mean to badger you, George. I am just worried about you, that is all. I will drop the subject if you wish." Her voice sounded wounded and crestfallen.
George thought hard about all she had said, and was reminded of Dawn and his mother's conversation. They both loved him dearly. Why couldn't he just accept that and move on?
"Look, Dawn, I trust you. And I know what you are saying is true. I just, want to forget the past, that's all. I don't want think about all I did wrong, or what might have been. I just want to be with you and leave all that stuff behind."
"George, I want to be with you too, for as long as you'll have me. But you know, just as I do, that it is impossible to forget. You can cover anything up with all the happy memories in the world, but the darkness will still be there, and the longer you let this go, the more damage it will do. I am not demanding you get help from me, but please, please take care of this. You cannot ignore it forever, and my powers have the potential to keep you alive for a very, very long time."
He knew she was right, about everything. He had been trying to forget what had happened for eleven years and things had only gotten worse. But confronting the past was even more terrifying. "OK," was all he could finally say.
"Thank you, George. That is all I wish for you." She took hold of his hand and kissed one his large knuckles.
"By the way, shame on you for eavesdropping," she said as she lightly bit his index finger.
"Hey, I was just looking out for you."
"Nuh uh! You were being sneaky." She scrunched up her face in mock anger and shook her finger at him, like he was a naughty dog.
He melted before her unfathomable cuteness. His hand drifted to the curve of her belly, while his finger tips crept underneath her shirt. She looked down at the gentle intruder, then looked up to meet George's gaze. She bit her lip in a coy smile.
"And just where do you think you're going right now, mister?"
"Shh, I'm being sneaky. You're not suppose to know."
She giggled, and whispered, "Oh, right. What was I was thinking?"
Her hand moved to his, but didn't stop it. As he moved higher, her fingers rested just on the top, enjoying the ride. With his other hand George caressed her forehead with the back of his fingers.
He reached the bottom of her ribcage, and traced it upwards to the bottom of her breasts. Her eyes closed, and he felt her shiver as she purred. "I think I like it when you are sneaky."
He could feel the soft flesh of her breasts clad in a lacy bra give way to his touch. He dragged his fingertips all along their generous proportions, reveling in the forbiddeness of it. He felt her nipples stiffen against his palms while her hand pushed him to touch harder. Just a few days before, he had done nothing but wonder what a woman's breasts felt like, why they were so alluring, why he couldn't help but daydream about being close enough for a woman to give him their approval. Dawn's ample mounds fulfilled all his expectations, and then some. In the back of his mind he knew they were only breasts. Every woman had them. But it was special. It was akin to going to an amusement park for the first time, an amusement park built to his specifications. Everything was made for exploration and thrills and fun. Her breasts were only the first ride. The main attractions had yet to be visited.
But what it meant to be that intimate was something he could never have expected. Genie or no, below him was a woman who's trust and affection allowed that she never keep from him. Body, mind, and soul belonged to him. She had accepted him as someone worthy of taking advantage of her if he wanted. But she knew that he wouldn't. The pleasure wrought from such intimacy was more than anything he could have ever imagined.
Dawn alternated between craning her neck to see what he was doing to her and looking up into his eyes. She had the loveliest mixture of arousal, innocent curiosity, and reverent affection. As she gazed up at him with her vibrant dawn colored eyes, she looked to be completely content. She was exactly where the universe intended her to be. There, in George's lap, she was home. It made him feel really good to believe that.
He bent low to kiss her quickly on her inviting lips before switching his hand for hers. She understood, and began to fondle herself as George followed her fingers inside the cups of her bra. She bit her lip once more as she roughly tweaked her hard nipples.
His hand traveled back down over her stomach, his favorite part of her body, though he didn't know why, and reached the button of her capris. He unfastened it. She giggled as his fingers danced at the edge of her panties.
"You may be sneaky, George, but you are also predictable."
"You're right, this is boring. Lets go play some video games," he smirked as he pulled his hand away.
"No-no-no!" she laughed as she pushed his hand back down, "I did not mean that I wish you to stop."
Their fingers entwined and rested atop her belly. "What do you wish, Dawn?"
She smiled heavenly once more and the grip on his hand tightened. "I wish, so many things. But," she took his hand and guided it back under her pants to the edge of her panties, "for now, I wish for you to touch me, here."
If she had wished that he jump off a cliff, he would have. He slid underneath the elastic and felt the hairs at the top of her mound. She closed her eyes as he pushed down, deeper, through the silky hairs of her short bush, to the velvety skin of her folds. He brushed his fingertip across her clit, eliciting a loud moan from Dawn.
"Shhh, babe, my mom's upstairs," he said quickly.
"S-sorry," she whispered, "please don't stop. I will be quiet."
He continued his ministrations. He was very nervous, as he had never attempted to get her off in this manner. He still didn't even completely understand her anatomy. All he knew was that she liked what he was doing, so he continued as best he could. He used two fingers and moved them in small circles around her clit. Dawn guided his fingers into her slick vagina, covering them in her lubricating juices. He understood, and let her guide him to where he needed to go.
As he stroked her sex, Dawn heroically held in her loudest moans, but a few muffled squeals still escaped. George enjoyed watching her writhe below him. One hand held his, the other kneaded her heavy breasts. All the while she looked up at him with her heavenly smile, biting her lower lip whenever she felt the urge to make too much noise.
"Hey, babe, can I wish that my mom stay upstairs and not notice what we are doing until we are done, now matter how loud we get?"
"Y-yes," she managed.
"Make it so."
He felt the pleasant tingle in his mind once more that signified that she was reading the true meaning of his wish. Her eyes flashed gold as the wish was accepted. She let out the sharp yelp she had been holding in. Unhindered by sound, Dawn let George hear her.
"Oh George, I have been waiting for this all day," she cried. "W-wait! S-stop, please!"
George let up abruptly, worried that he had done something wrong.
Dawn sat up and swung her leg over to straddle him. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in to kiss him passionately. "I was about to cum. But I want to cum with you inside me," she said breathlessly.
He kissed her back and said, "Strip for me."
She giggled and smiled shyly, "Yes, master."
She stood up, and kicked her shoes off. Her hands moved gracefully along the sensual lines of her body, like they weren't her own hands but someone else's, who knew of places she had yet to discover. Her pants were the first to go. They were tight, and clung to her as if they were reluctant to let go. She swayed enticingly as she peeled them off her mile-long legs. Her light blue panties came into view. She turned to show George how they hugged the curve of her butt.
George had seen her naked almost as much as he had seen her clothed, but watching her disrobe was blowing his mind. Dawn noticed and blushed, even as her capris finally dropped to the floor.
"Are you pleased, master?" she asked knowingly.
George was slightly panting as the body he had been sneaking touches of all day long was finally being revealed. But the anticipation was driving him wild. The long lines indicating her athletic and feminine stems made her look healthy and strong, yet built for only one thing.
"You are the most...beautiful..." he stumbled, though he meant it sincerely.
She approached slowly, and lifted her foot to place it next to George's hip on the sofa. He adopted tunnel vision up the length of her inner thigh, towards her wet pussy. Instinctively, he reached for her calf, made easy by her knee pressing into his shoulder. He massaged the smooth muscle in his large hands, and kissed her where the knee met the inside of her creamy thigh. He looked up to see Dawn watching him enjoy her.
"Would you like me to continue?" she asked, almost in a whispered.
He leaned his temple against the inside of her knee and nodded, her display evaporating words from his brain.
She brought both her knees down around his waist so that she was straddling him. His hardened shaft nestled against her panty-clad mound. Without another word, she began unbuttoning his shirt from the top. He brought his hands up to stop her, a knee-jerk reaction from his days of feeling unattractive, but he was able to stop himself. He instead rested his hands on her thighs. Dawn quickly graced him with an understanding look before returning to her task. It was so quick that he might have missed it had he not adored her eyes so much. But that was where he felt most enthralled by her. In her eyes was a promise of unending love that filled him with untold hope. Without thinking, he leaned in to kiss her cheek, in thanks for letting him feel something he had only read about.
Dawn turned slightly so that she could meet his lips. They kissed just like they had the first time, slow and sweet, like if they pressed further they would chase it away. George felt himself melting away once more. He gripped her thighs tightly as his soul became a little less broken, one step closer to the healing that his mother so desperately wished for, thanks to Dawn.
Finally, Dawn finished with the buttons of his white dress shirt. She reached inside and caressed his naked chest, her nails tickling his pecks and abs, before deftly unfastening his belt. His cock was only a quick tug away from being unrestrained.
George gripped her thighs even tighter in anticipation. Suddenly, he felt Dawn's light touch pulling his hands northward, across her hips, to the bottom of her top. She pulled away from their passionate kiss and smiled impishly as she lifted her graceful arms above her head. She said not a word, but her intention was clear. George slid his fingers under the top and peeled it up. His hands lingered as they passed over the swell of her tits. She looked down and arched her back, pushing her full breasts into his hands then smiled again as she watched him squeeze them lightly.
He continued, and pulled it off her arms, leaving her clad in her light blue panties and matching lacy bra. She kissed him quickly once more and said, "Get this thing off of me, George. It feels so tight. I like to be free."
George reached around, and after fumbling with the clasp for a very funny thirty seconds, he finally figured out how it worked. Dawn tried to help by pushing herself forward to give him better access, but all that did was push her glorious mounds into his face. The fact that it only took thirty seconds was a marvel. She giggled the entire time.
Once the clasp was released, Dawn stood up and made a show of removing the straps one at a time. She turned away, but looked back as the straps fell from her shoulders. George had never really admired the back before. Sure, he had spent much of his focus on her perky bottom, but her back had only ever been felt. He could clearly see the muscles in her back recede as they curved in towards her trim waist, and then curve out as they met her butt. Her long braided pony-tail hung loose down her spine. She wasn't overly toned like a fitness queen, nor was she super skinny like a runway model. She was a healthy mix of soft sensuality and raw sexiness.
Dawn let the bra fall away and posed with her arms curled above her head. George could see the outline of her breasts even when her back was turned. George examined every bit of her that he could see and secretly thanked the major Genie who created her.
Dawn turned around. George was hoping he'd finally be able to see her topless as he had been thinking about it all day. But she kept herself covered with her arms folded across her chest. Her breasts mashed up and out, her arms giving her a support no bra was capable of matching. She sashayed over to him and thrust her right hip towards him. He suddenly noticed that her panties were now tied in two small bows where before they had been held up by elastic. He didn't mind the change.
"Would you, George? I have my hands full at the moment," she said with a smirk.
He dragged his fingers up her thigh to the bow keeping her panties on and slowly pulled the knot loose. The two halves fell away and she turned so that he could repeat on the left side. He pulled the flimsy garment away from her and tossed it over his shoulder. She quickly dropped to her knees, keeping her nakedness out of view.
Nervous and unsure of what do next, George watched in wonder as she positioned herself between his legs. Once she was ready she beckoned him with one finger and come hither smile. He leaned forward and their lips trembled against each other's as their passions become more inflamed. She lifted her hands away from her chest and lightly caressed his face from his temples to his chin.
Suddenly, she pushed him back against the couch. She winked, and moved in towards his dick still bound in his trousers. She started by massaging its length from his balls to the tip, and wrapping her delicate hands around it. George could feel the thin cottony material slide against him. He enjoyed it tremendously, but longed to get his pants off so that Dawn could have full access.
"Oh, George. I can feel you again. I can feel what I am doing to you." Her eyes began to glaze over as their pleasures mingled within her. "Do you want me to stroke your dick? You want me to suck it? Please let me suck it!"
George nodded dumbly.
"Please say it, George. Tell me. Order me. Command me," she pleaded.
George could have cummed in his pants right there. "D-do it."
"Do what?"
"S-suck my dick. I order you to suck it!"
Dawn ripped his pants down and sucked his throbbing cock into her wet mouth. She bobbed up and down rapidly, twisting her entire head around his pole. She pulled in ragged breaths through her nose and made labored moans, sending vibrations up his shaft. She was sucking his cock like she was on a mission, like she was possessed.
George strained with all his might to stave off his orgasm. He wasn't sure if it was due to his new body, or the fact that he had been having a lot of sex lately, or maybe Dawn was keeping him from going over the edge right away, but he was able to stay just out of reach long enough to really enjoy the sight of Dawn's luscious lips enveloping his cock. Her big beautiful eyes were shut tight as she concentrated all her effort on giving him the perfect blowjob. She braced herself against him with her forearms.
George pushed a few heavy strands of her golden brown hair out of her face that had unwoven themselves from her braid and held them back. Dawn shot him an appreciative look and even managed a smile around the long cock fucking her mouth. Her eyes glistened as she worked. George marveled at how much enthusiasm she applied to him. She not only looked like she was getting off, but also like she was having fun.
As he felt himself approaching the point of no return he cried out, "OK, stop! Wait, wait..."
Dawn took a long slow suck and his dick popped free from her vacuum-like grip.
Relieved, he took a huge breath. "Okay, get up here."
Dawn raised herself from the floor, but seemed unsure of what to do next. "What is it, babe?"
"Well, um, do you want me facing you, or away from you?" she asked with an apologetic expression.
George held his arms out in as much of an invitation for a hug that he knew how. She smiled heavenly, and crawled into his arms. She straddled him like she had before, only this time his naked cock nestled itself against her bush. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squashing her breasts into his chest in the process. She just looked at him for a moment. He didn't feel the tingle, but he got the impression that she was searching for something.
He chuckled nervously as he asked, "Are you okay, babe?"
She nodded happily as she suddenly came to her senses. "I am very okay, George. Are you ready for me?"
It occurred to him that he had been ready for her for a long time, before he even met her. All he managed was, "Oh, I am so ready."
She reached down between them and positioned him at her entrance. She took him in, her eyes never leaving his even as they fluttered. She paused once all of him was inside her. She breathed a sweet euphoric sigh. George had waited to hear it all day.
"George?" asked Dawn, as she basked in the feeling of finally being joined.
"Yes, Dawn?"
She leaned her forehead against his and whispered, "Thank you."
George was confused. She had just given him a blowjob. Why was she thanking him?
As if reading his thoughts, Dawn answered. "Thank you for taking me out today. Thank you for standing up to your mother for me. Thank you for being a kind master. Thank you for being you. Thank you."
She kissed him.
She began to slide up and down his shaft slowly, still locked in their kiss. It was so slow that George almost didn't realize she was doing it at first, so concentrated he was on her lips. But the sensations in his cock radiating up into the pit of his stomach were too powerful to ignore. George hugged her as tight as he could.
Dawn began to fuck him faster, being careful not to move her upper body so much as to break their kiss. She breathed her pleasure into him. Her muffled cries echoed through him and cast away all worry and self-doubt. Faster and faster she went, bucking on his cock while George held on to her for dear life.
She leaned forward to get a new deeper angle into her sopping pussy. Instead of bouncing, she rolled her hips like the wheels of an out of control freight train. George's cock felt like it was being given a blowjob from ten Dawn's at once where one would have been too much. His cock went from warm to cold and back again in rapid succession as her ass rolled off of him and slammed back down. Her pony-tail dangled helplessly as her back curled and knocked it senseless.
Finally, it was too much, and Dawn flung her head back to let out a cry George didn't know girls could make. Her voice was broken and ragged. "Oh yes, George! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She came hard. Her pussy clenched even more tightly around his engorged cock. Then it quivered, even as she continued to ride him. "Cum in me, George! I want to feel it inside me! I want to feel your hot cum fill me up! Oh, Master!"
With a guttural moan he erupted up into her. His cock pulsed as long ropes of his seed splashed against the walls of her pussy. She felt his orgasm too and it triggered her own. She leaned her head on his shoulder and was nearly crying as the pleasure emanating from George's cock overtook them both.
After a few minutes of wheezing, their breathing started returning to normal. Though they were loath to move and break the physical connection that reflected the emotional one that had formed so powerfully over the course of just a few days. George's cock softened slightly, though not completely, but just enough to let some of his cum dribble out and down his shaft. Dawn's head still rested on his shoulder, but she wrapped her arms around his neck in a loving hug. She whimpered as she planted tender kisses on his cheek.
"T-thank you," she whispered softly too him.
"George!"
It took a moment to register that his mother was calling him from upstairs. He was tempted to ignore it, but then he heard footsteps. He suddenly realized that she would see them in a matter of seconds. George panicked, but couldn't bring himself to move with Dawn so wonderfully intertwined with him. All he could do was cringe as the footsteps fell closer. In the few seconds he had before his mother found them, all he could think about was how terrible it was going to be when she reconsidered her decision about Dawn.
"George," said Dawn.
He had been expecting a violent outburst from Jessica, not Dawn's sweet whisper. "Yeah, Dawn,"
"I have slowed time for a moment. We should have enough time to make ourselves presentable before mom sees us."
"Can you do that? I mean, can you stop time without me wishing for it?"
"I have only slowed it; I cannot stop it all together. And I can use my powers for you if it involves sex to a great enough degree and I am sure you would want me too, even if you are too preoccupied with..." she looked down at their coupling, "...other things."
"I'm not going to argue with that. Let's get dressed. And, thanks for looking out for me, babe."
"You're welcome," she said happily.
After a couple of wishes to get them looking presentable again, George had her resume normal time. All Jessica wanted was her glasses, which she had left on the coffee table in the living room. She was a bit perplexed as to why she didn't think to check there earlier, but dismissed the notion quickly and went back to her room.
"So, what are we going to do tomorrow?" asked Dawn cheerfully. Her post orgasmic glow was hard to ignore.
"Well, I have to go to work and you need to find a job. I suppose I could ask Chip tomorrow if the camp has any positions open."
"Who is Chip?"
"Oh, he's the camp director. Nice guy, really fat, you'd love him."
She punched him playfully in the shoulder.
"So how would you like to try your hand at being a camp counselor?"
She sank slightly in trepidation, "Is it hard?"
"Nah, not for you. It's going to suck though because I won't get to see you most of the day."
"Aww," she said with a quick kiss. "Remember, George, I am always only one wish away."
"I know. Man, this is going to be fun. I'll finally work with someone I actually like. Well, I mean, except for Karen. She's pretty cool."
She pulled out her now trademarked playful gasp, "Who is this Karen?"
He laughed nervously, "She's just a girl I was infatuated with. Hey, hey, don't get any ideas. She's dating someone already."
Dawn became excited when George mentioned he liked Karen. "I did not say anything," she said defensively.
"It's a moot point anyway. She's going out with Rock..." George's face went white.
"What is it, George?" she asked worried.
"Dawn, can you use your powers to check on someone?"
"For sexual purposes, yes?"
"Could I... prevent a rape?"
Dawn's eyes went wide with alarm. "Yes, of course. But, how..."
"Let's go upstairs. I had better tell you everything."
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Karen switch on the lights in her bathroom and took a moment to check her appearance. She had spent the last two hours primping and preening in preparation for her date with Rocko. Now that he was late she found herself pacing around her apartment, sneaking nervous glances at her reflection whenever the opportunity presented itself. All the waiting was forcing her to constantly reevaluate her decision to go out with Rocko for a second time. She knew it had to be done, but why couldn't he be different? Why did he have to be such an immature jerk? Why couldn't he be more like George?
Her long shiny chestnut hair had been curled and it framed her exotic looking face. She wore a pair of her favorite skin-tight blue jeans and a pink t-shirt. While the shirt was not unflattering, it was nothing compared to the plunging neckline she would have normally worn. She spent a lot of time on her appearance. She liked being pretty. But lately, she wondered who she was being pretty for. It wasn't for herself. And if it was only so she could be attractive to guys like Rocko, then what was the point?
A combination of French and Italian heritage, Karen had always been admired for her beauty. It opened many doors for her and earned her sympathy when she desperately needed it. But it was also her curse, attracting many unsavory men interested in nothing but sex. Deep down, she knew Rocko was one of those unsavory types. But that seemed to be the only type of guy she could attract.
Rocko had acted gentlemanly throughout their time at the water park and dinner afterwards. She had been fairly excited when he brought her to see the view from the oceanside bluffs. She knew what he was doing, and she was planning on letting him have a little fun. But she couldn't believe that he had gone as far as he had. Karen was no virgin, but she wasn't one to give it up on the first date, or even the third date. But Rocko had other ideas.
They had started with some light touching and kissing in the backseat of his car, which turned into a tonguey smooch. He wasted no time before grabbing handfuls of her breasts and groping them vigorously. While she didn't appreciate Rocko's rough treatment of her body, it wasn't beyond any lines she had promised herself she wouldn't cross. It was when he began to slide his hands down to the button of her jeans that she put on the brakes.
"Not yet, Rock," she had whispered as sweetly as she could, "let's save that for another day."
He didn't respond, but pulled the button loose and dove into her panties. Karen began to panic and grabbed hold of his wrist to stop him, but Rocko was too strong.
"Rocko, stop. Stop!" she yelled.
"Oh c'mon, girl. Don't be like that," said Rocko. He had turned on his tender voice to try and melt her defenses, which flew in opposition to the unwanted treatment of her body. He continued to press further down, into the curls leading to her sex.
Angry and terrified, Karen bucked and squirmed as powerfully as she could to break free. It was no use. With one arm wrapped around her and grasping her breast, the other moving closer to it's prize, there was no way for her to break free. She began to tear up as the inevitability of the situation dawned on her.
"Please, Rock! Please stop! I don't want it like this!" she pleaded.
Rocko cooed, "Didn't we have a good time? All I want is a little bit in return. So stop playin' hard to get already."
Karen started sobbing as Rocko's pushed his large fingers into her pussy. "N-no! I wanna go home! Please take me home!"
"I'll take you home. Let's just leave this night off right." He pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the zipper of his shorts. After a few moments of fumbling with his underwear he took out his cock. Once again, he returned to his tender voice, "C'mon, all I want is a little bit. It'll be fun."
Karen considered her options. If she continued to resist, Rocko would just take her against her will. But maybe she could get out of this without having to go all the way. "O-okay. What if I jerk you off? After that, will you take me home?" she asked as she wiped her eyes.
He gave a broad, predatory smile, "Girl, If that's what you want to do, I won't stop ya."
Karen leaned over his lap and took hold of his cock. It was bigger than any she had touched before. If she hadn't already been forced into this position, she would have been intimidated by it's proportions. She wondered briefly, how much of it she would be able to take. If only he weren't forcing her, she might have enjoyed finding out.
She was good at stroking a cock. It was something she enjoyed doing. With her ex, she loved to idly stroke him during a movie, or in the car, or anytime she could get him to herself. It was easy and fun, and he had loved her for it. But now it was a task that if not completed would mean dire consequences. She used every physical trick she had learned. The mental ones were more intense, and hid the real pleasure, but they required a more patient partner.
Even so, it hadn't taken very long. Rocko was simple, and liked it as fast as she could go. Karen's only warning was when he leaned his head back and groaned loudly. The first stream shot straight up to her nose. The rest in a gooey mess around her hands. When he was finished he stuffed his cock back into his shorts, and thanked her.
"You see? I told you that would be awesome!"
"Yeah, that was... great," she said hopefully. "C-can you take me home now? I have to go to work tomorrow."
"Yeah, me too. Lets get out of here." He climbed into the driver's seat and sped away from the oceanside bluff. Karen stayed in the back, with Rocko's spunk leaving a mark on her that she would have trouble letting go of. Since he hadn't given her anything to clean herself with she wiped it underneath the seat.
The entire way home Karen fought the urge to cry. She had been less upset about Rocko's assault than her own foolishness for putting herself in that situation. She had moved to this town to get away from her stalker ex-boyfriend and her family's condescending attitude. She liked her classes and teachers at Stafford, her friends at the day camp she worked at, and she loved the children she was charged with looking after. But she had fallen into her old routine of dating guys who were completely wrong for her. She had held out hope that she could find a nice guy who would treat her like a lady instead of some fuck-toy. After two years of one bad boyfriend after another, Karen was about ready to give up. Was this to be her destiny, to pass from one poor relationship to another?
The next day at work she had found herself in a sour mood as she ruminated over her situation. It didn't help that she had to see Rocko at least twice a day when she brought her kids into the pool for their swimming lessons. Rocko had been so cute to her once. He had short sandy colored hair, a fresh looking face like a member of a boy-band, and a beautiful chiseled body. He had a look not unlike Tom Cruise in Risky Business: boyish and charming with a huge smile, but in a man's body. But now, he had the face of the boys who had wronged her in the past.
There had been one other boy at work that she was interested in. The advanced swimming coach at the pool. George was his name. They didn't talk much, but she could tell there was something different about him. He was about as tall as Rocko without the model quality body, but still cute. He kept to himself mostly, but turned into a gentle giant whenever he was with children. He had such a way with them. He was firm, but fair and kind, and there was a protective big brother like affection he held for them. The children trusted him almost automatically. She had heard rumors from some of the other guards that he was a loser and a nerd, and once did something gross in the shower with cheese or a cat, or something like that. She never understood why the others belittled him so much, but she payed these rumors no mind. She could tell that George was one of the good guys.
She made it a point to help him with his swimming lessons, for which he was always thankful. She started wearing swimsuits around him that weren't completely appropriate for work with children, and George took notice. Out of the corner of her eye she could see that George was sneaking glances. It excited her to know that she could attract a good guy too. But he never made a move. The most she could get from him was a kind word here and there. It was frustrating, but she supposed that was what made good guys good. They didn't just walk up to someone and ask. They thought about it. They agonized over it. To be both desired and revered was something new to her, and she liked it much more than she thought she would.
He had been the only person that day to show concern for her. It had gotten around that she had given Rocko a handjob, and she could only guess that rumor had started, though there was no mention of the fact that Rocko forced her into it. But George seemed oblivious to the gossip when he finally approached and asked if she was alright.
She panicked. She made an excuse and blew him off. But that wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to pour her heart out to him, to tell him all her problems. She knew he would listen and maybe even help her. But she was afraid of what would happen if he knew how messed up she was. She tried to walk away, but stopped, and asked a question that had been haunting her for years.
"Why can't more guys be like you?" She could hardly believe she said it.
But he answered, as thoughtfully as a good guy should, "Because if they were, you wouldn't date them."
How right he had been. For her entire life she had been bounced from one damaging male to the next. First her father, then every boy she ever dated. It was almost like she needed to be abused to feel loved. But George was wrong too. If he would have only asked her, she'd have gone anywhere with him.
But they parted, and Karen felt terrible. She didn't deserve a guy like George. When putting herself in his shoes she realized it must have taken a lot of courage to do what he did. But she pushed him away. She made him feel bad for wanting to help her. She sunk even lower as the day wore on. When she went back to the pool for her second swim period her first inclination was to find George and apologize. But upon seeing him sulking by himself at the far end of the pool, Karen lost her nerve.
"Damnit," she thought, "why can't you just ask me? Why can't you stop being a good guy for just a few minutes?"
As the day ended and the children gathered in the courtyard to be picked up by their parents, Karen learned that one of her campers had forgotten their towel in the pool area. Seeing this as her last opportunity before the weekend to talk to George, she almost sprinted back to the pool under the guise of finding the towel before the camper's parents arrived.
As she reached the entrance to the locker rooms she froze as she noticed Rocko with his friends Eric and Russell leaving the boy's entrance. Rocko and Eric were high-fiving each other. Russell followed close behind, but looked particularly glum in comparison to his friends. Karen and Rocko's eyes met and he flashed her his dazzling smile. For her part, she managed to fake a nervous grin. She hoped he would pass her by. Instead, Rocko dismissed his friends and strode over to her with his broad chest pushed out and his arms flexed.
"Hey there, pretty girl." Rocko's gaze scanned her form from head to toe. It made Karen even more uncomfortable.
"Um, hi," she said nervously. She folded her arms across her chest and rubbed them like she was cold.
"So, I was thinkin', there is this really cool movie comin' out today. Me and the boys was gonna go, but I blew them off to go with you. How does eight o'clock sound?"
"Is he serious?" she thought. "Is he really so clueless that he doesn't even know how upset I am? No. Not this time. I'm going to be strong."
"Sorry, Rock, I have plans tonight. I'll call you this weekend if I'm able."
"Aww c'mon, girl. I already told my friends I was gonna... gonna take you out instead of hangin' with them. Don't leave me hangin', girl."
Rocko looked so pitiful to her all of a sudden, like a child who wasn't getting his way, on the verge of throwing a temper-tantrum. "Don't call me girl. My name is Karen and I said I couldn't tonight."
"Okay, Okay, I'm sorry g... Karen. How about tomorrow then?"
"I... I don't know. I'll call you." Out loud she faltered, but inwardly her resolve was iron-clad. She swore she wouldn't let herself be the victim again.
Karen walked briskly through the girls locker room. She'd show Rocko, she'd show her father, she'd show herself that she deserved better. She was almost giddy as she approached the stairs leading up to the pool.
Karen almost knocked into George as he left the boys locker room at the same time. Startled, she broke into a hurried explanation as to why she was there, when she noticed that George's left eye was swollen and black. He looked like he had been in a fight.
Instinctively, she brought her hand up to touch his face. She wanted to heal him, to take care of him, but George pushed her away. He turned in shame, saying something about falling on a bench. But George looked like he had been gut-punched. Nobody became that emotionally damaged over a simple fall.
As he walked away, he said something that would haunt her for the rest of the weekend.
"You can do whatever, I don't care."
Her heart felt like it had been ripped from her chest. Destroyed, all she could manage was a meek, "Okay..."
As George disappeared all of her hopes and dreams vanished into nothingness. She walked to her car in a daze, forgetting all about her campers. The entire time, she attempted to unravel how her world had changed so suddenly. She had gone from marching up to the gates of Heaven without a doubt in her mind to falling end over end into the deepest pit. It wasn't until she reached her old second-hand SUV that she began to make sense out of what had just happened.
"Had George heard that I gave Rocko a handjob? Does he think I'm some kind of whore?" Karen knew he hadn't really fallen, George was easily the worst liar she had ever encountered. Then she remembered Rocko and his crew leaving the locker room just before she entered. Rocko must have done it. The question that baffled her was why.
But all of those thoughts were second to George's words. She replayed them over and over again in her head, and each time she did it felt like she was being stabbed. "...I don't care. ...I don't care," over, and over.
Her hands shook as she fumbled with her keys and started up the car. When she began to pull out of the parking lot, she found herself unable to concentrate on the road. Her vision blurred with tears as she pulled over into a gas station less then a mile from the college. She buried her face in her arms, leaned against the steering wheel, and surrendered to despair.
She knew then that she had been a fool. No man would ever love her, especially not a man like George. She wasn't pure enough, she wasn't innocent. She was a miserable little slut, just like her father had called her. She deserved to be used, to be abused. She was a victim, it was all she'd ever be. She felt like nothing.
Karen spent that night and most of Saturday alone in the darkness of her bedroom. She curled herself into a ball in an attempt to become as tiny as possible. If she could have disappeared, she would have.
Her only contact with the outside world came from her roommates knocking on her door to see if she was okay, and the solace crushing phone calls from Rocko. He must have left ten messages on her machine before she finally picked up. She didn't even know what he was saying, but it didn't matter to her. She knew what he wanted. There was no use resisting. Whether it be Rocko, or some other guy, they would take it from her eventually. She thought about running again, but no matter where she went there would always be guys like Rocko who would take advantage of her.
She heard something about being ready for Sunday night. "Might as well get it over with," she thought. She agreed.
That night, Karen fell into a restless daze in which she only caught fleeting glimpses of sleep. In the hours between her naps she lay there staring at the clock, thinking. She wondered what her father would say about this. She could imagine nothing constructive. But she found, in spite of herself, that she missed him. But that was part of the problem: seeking shelter in the jaws of a monster. She flirted with the idea of going home, but it felt so far away. Not that she ever really had a home with her family to begin with. But what she thought about most was George. She wanted to know what he was doing. She wanted to imagine that he was thinking about her.
Sunday morning came and went. It wasn't until some time around noon that she climbed out of bed. She prepared herself for her date with enthusiasm reserved for a dog going to the vet.
Eight o'clock finally rolled around and still no Rocko. If he was going to rape her, he could at least be punctual.
Eight forty-five, and Karen's nervous wanderings were finally broken by the sound of Rocko's supped up Trans-Am pulling in front of her apartment window. He honked the horn impatiently, the bass from his stereo shook the neighborhood. Karen took one last look at herself in the mirror, breathed deep, and headed downstairs to meet him.
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"I'm such an asshole," said George.
"Oh George," sighed Dawn, "there was no way you could have known. And besides, you had just been punched in the face. She will forgive you."
He and Dawn lounged on his old bed. George laid on his back with his head near the edge while Dawn propped herself up with her elbows as she lay on her stomach beside him. She was playing a video game on George's small TV while she allowed him to observe Karen and Rocko's date as it unfolded. The two were dressed for bed, with George in an old pair of now very baggy sweatpants and a white undershirt, and Dawn in a set of traditional looking sky blue pajamas, but made of the finest silk imaginable. George made it a point to keep at least a finger touching her at all times.
"Maybe. I feel like shit anyway. I mean, I could have really helped her and I blew it. I don't even deserve to be her friend."
Dawn's on-screen avatar lost a life as she sighed once more in frustration. "I really do not understand all this nonsense about people not deserving one another. If you do not at least believe it is possible then how would you ever find anyone. Rocko certainly believes he deserves her. And as despicable as he is, he still gets the girl."
"Wow. I never really thought about it like that."
Dawn quickly apologized, "Sorry, I did not mean for it to come out so strongly. But I would hate to see someone hurt but for a simple lack of confidence. You do deserve her. And she deserves you." She giggled unexpectedly, "And I deserve to watch."
George smirked, "There you go again."
"It is literally a one track mind." She raised her rump off the bed and wiggled it for George.
"So what do you think I should do?"
Dawn placed her controller on the floor and moved closer to George so she could rest her chin on his chest. "I think you should do what you know to be right. You said before that with great power comes great responsibility. If you truly believe this then we must help Karen now."
"But what if she finds out about you? What if Rocko found out?"
"They will not, unless you want them to. But you know this." She crawled upwards so that she could gaze upon him. "What is really bothering you?"
Dawn's heavenly piercing eyes bore right through his defenses. He cringed as he admitted, "What if I make things worse? What if I screw up again?"
Dawn placed her finger on his lips and gently quieted him, "George, things have become this way because you did not act. You know, much better than I, that it is time for you to stop running and start acting. And if things become worse we will deal with it, together. The rewards for inaction are that things stay the same. But the rewards for being a hero are... vast."
George pulled her closer and embraced her. "Be the hero?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Okay, maybe this one time, I'll make a wish. But only to make sure she isn't raped. I don't think I could stand it if something like that happened to her again."
Dawn sat up straight and clapped her hands together. "Very well. Hmm..." she looked as though she had come to some conclusion.
"What is it?"
"I was just thinking, this is the first time that I will use my abilities to save somebody. I feel like a character in a video game!"
George laughed, but he had to admit that he did as well.
"Okay, I wish..." |
nifty | Artie and Doug had just moved into the high rise apartment with their folks. Both were planning to enroll in nearby colleges and continue to live at home. From their 30th floor, they could see the lake out the window of their parents' bedroom and the living room. From their own bedrooms, they saw another highrise building..not quite as high as theirs but it was there. A wall of huge windows much like the building they now lived in. And not only was it a new city and a new home but kind of a new life. Artie and Doug had shared a bedroom their entire lives. Now they had separate but adjoinging ones. Their mother had remarried and the man, now their step father, had worked in this city...and while he seemed to be affluent, the boys weren't sure how they would pay their way through college. "You're grown men, you have a problem, solve it" their new father said. He wasn't being mean or calous..but trying to get them to fend for themselves. Doug was 18 and his older brother Artie was 21. Until the move, they lived in a small town in a neighboring state. Their outlook was working in garages or stores or just moving on their own to somewhere else. Their mom was still recovering from a nasty divorce from their father, an alcoholic who abandoned them about the time Artie was graduating from high school. Five years of distress, financial problems, the boys working, her working and suddenly it all changed. "She deserves it" Doug said at the wedding as the two boys saw their mother smiling, happy and almost amazed that fate had rescued her from what looked like a dismal future. Doug always liked Artie. He remembered his older brother teaching him things when they were little..he was almost like a father to him. Baseball, studies, sex, work, everything Doug had to encounter, Artie had been there before him and helped him. He remembered standing at a toilet as his older brother showed him how to take a piss like a man. He watched as Artie masturbated...and waited impatiently until he too could mimic his brother. "You boys need to learn to be on your own" their new father said as he proudly showed them the separate rooms they now had. Doug liked his room..but didn't see the need to not share with Artie. Artie was happy only because there was a lock on his door..and now he had privacy. He wasn't talking bout Doug..but privacy in general. The bathroom that connected their bedrooms was easy access for both of them and they ran back and forth just as if they were in one big bedroom. Doug stood looking out the window in the dark. He couldn't sleep. Perhaps it was because he couldn't hear Arties' usual snoring. Or because it was a new place, a new life or just a new room. He stood looking out the window......he was naked..but in the dark he presumed nobody could see him. He looked at the building across the street. Some windows had lights on and he could make out figures inside. Some were just watching television, a couple were dancing, a woman was pulling her dress off, another room a bunch of kids were playing some kind of ball..throwing it against a wall, another window he saw what looked like two naked men and they were wrestling...no they were having sex. He watched mesmorized, his cock hardening, his breaths getting deeper, his mind wishing those two were he and one of his school friends Mark with whom he had explored man to man sex now and then. He jacked until he was shooting streams of his cum against the window... Standing there breathless, Doug couldn't believe he had gotten into what he was watching so intensley. He washed the sperm off the glass and then saw something across the street. A person was looking back at him through binoculars. Doug thought the room was too dark to see anything. He was still naked...and decided to back away from the window. Then he moved forward again and saw the man was now looking at another window...to the right of Doug.
It was three nights later. Doug was horny as usual. He got a drink of water and asked Artie in the dark if he were asleep. Arties mummbled something so Doug went back to his room. He peered across the street and didn't see anything interesting..except the man with the binoculars. He seemed to be looking at something else..not Doug's window. Doug's cock was hard and he began to jack off....pretending to show off for this stranger who was watching him. Again images, of Mark went through his head and Doug was soon wildly jacking his cock until he exploded only the way that 18 year olds do. He stood there breathless.....giggling at his sperm rolling down the window. Then Doug realized that the man had been watching him. He wiped his cum off the glass and watched the man awhile....standing close to the glass...as if daring the man to watch him. The man was aiming his glasses at Doug. So, Doug waved his half hard penis and went to bed.
"You won't believe it" Artie said to him at breakfast. "There's this guy that keeps looking at me" Doug blushed. He knew the man Artie was talking about. "I was jacking off looking out the window and there he was. I put on a show for him" "You too?" Doug revealed his own actions. "Great, we got a brother act going" Arties said. That night, the man was back, Doug put on a show. He bent over showing his butt, he jacked, he felt himself and went into a frenzy until his body exploded. Night after night he did it. And seeing the man was looking at another window, he knew brother Artie must have been doing the same.
"Is he there again?" Doug was standing at the window, wearing his calvin underwear. "Yeah" Artie joined him "Let's put on on hell of a show" Doug felt Arties bare chest against his back. "Just put your head back and play along" Artie said as he put his hands around his little brothers bare chest. Doug lay his head back feelign it supported by Arties shoulder. The wet tongue in his ear was exciting.....not even Mark had done that to him. "Pretend you like it" Artie said. Doug groaned...and he didn't have to act. Arties fingers had concentrated on Doug's nipples teasing, pulling, twisting..sending shockwaves of little pain and lots of pleasure through Doug's body. He reached back and felt Arties bare hips..his hands finding the dimples on either side of his brothers asscheeks and petting them. Doug was muttering..and Artie was tonguing his ear, kissing his neck and lightly stroking Doug's sides and belly. "Shit" Doug said...... Artie's hands moved under Dougs shorts and found the hard cock and balls and held on as the boys squirmed about. The man was staring...Doug looked and knew they were entertaining the guy whoever he was. His shorts were being pulled down and Doug was stepping out of them. He could feel brother Arties cock nestling between his own buttocks...and rubbing itself in a fucking motion. "Quick" Artie turned him around and was immediately kneeling and sucking Doug's cock. "This ought to get him going" Artie said and then returned to Doug's cock. "I think you're ready" Artie said and then bent over showing the man his butt. "Get behind me and stick it inside" Doug had played with Marks butt and Mark with his..but they had never cornholed each other. "Come one...before you lose it" He pushed inside Artie and was overcum with the sensation. "Fuck me kid" Artie urged him "Make the guy think you love fucking a butt" Doug fucked and fucked hard. He held onto his brothers hips..... "Shit...I'm coming" Artie said. Doug realized his brother had been jacking himself off while bent over getting fucked. "Pull out and shoot on the window" Doug yanked his cock out just in time. His body was about to explode and explode it did. "Gotta wipe it off" Doug said as he stood there recovering from it. "Naw, don't bother...I did this the other night and I think the guy dropped his glasses" Artie said and then went to the window and licked the streams of sperm that were splattered all over it. "Wow.....what does it taste like?" he asked. And Doug was soon licking beside his brother..both boys bareass and licking the glass....and then kising like horny lovers. "Let's go again, only this time I do you" Artie said in breathless sentence fragments. They kissed and were feeling each others' bodies. Arties was no longer "Mark" in Doug's mind. He was Artie. And something inside him seemed free as he kissed, touched, tongue, played with his brother in ways he had only fantaszied about. He held onto the window supports as Artie opened his ass with his tongue, fingers and then cock. He begged Artie to fuck him harder. And then let himself be pushed to his knees to accept his older brothers cum as it shot all over his face, into his open mouth and all over his bare sweaty chest. Artie licked it off and then nestled his mouth on Dougs cock just in time to swallow his brothers sperm. "We're not through" Artie ran into his room and returned with their old wading pool which he had blown up to full size. "Got to piss yet?" he asked. Doug said "Not yet" "Then I do, kneel in the middle" Artie knelt in the plastic wadding pool he had used as a little boy. Above him stood big brother Artie... "Open your mouth and close your eyes" he said. The taste made him gag...but there was something sexy feelign the warm streams splashing on his face and all over his sweaty body....and he got some more in his mouth. "Just swallow, don't taste" Arties said. "Your turn" Artie was kneeling now and Doug stood over him. "Do it like I showed you" Artie said. Doug remembered standing naked at the toilet as his 8 year old brother showed him how to piss standing up like a man. He felt his brothers fingers tickled his backbone..and that made him immediately release a yellow stream....his first. Doug began to piss...aiming his dick at Arties face, tongue chest and crotch. "There, that ought to satisfy him" They looked out the window....arms around each other. The man was standing there watching..then dropped his glasses and was gone.
Doug and Artie never put on that much of a show again. But interspersed with masturbations, they did fuck and suck each other now and then..as long as they saw the man watching. "Shit, those guys saw us" Doug said one night after he had cum a second time. The two men he had seen having sex weeks before were sitting in the window, watching them. "Guess we have quite an audience" Artie laughed and then waved. The two men waved back.
Christmas took the entire family away for three weeks to their new father's family home. It was a traditional Christmas, with football games in the mud, big dinners, gifts and meeting all their new relatives. "Hey don't I know you?" one of their cousins said "from somewhere..you two are so familiar". The cousin was about Arties age, cute and hung. The three boys shared a bedroom during the holiday visit and seemed to get along as if they had known each other for years. Artie and the cousin fucked one night. It seemed to happen suddenly and naturally. Doug walked in on them and the cousin jumped. "Don't worry, Dougie come on and join in" Artie said and Doug was soon naked sharing the new relative and each other. "Now I know where I've seen you two" the guy said. He ran to a cabinet which was locked. Removing a tape box he brought it back. "I just got this..fucking hot!" BOYS IN THE WINDOW was the title of the tape. And there was a cover photo of Artie and Doug, totally naked arms around each other. They were dumbfounded as they watched themselves masturbate, fuck, suck and piss with each other for an hour. "God you two are so fucking hot" the cousin said..and he was soon sucking Doug's cock. "Fuck me while I do him" he begged and Artie obliged.
"What do you think we ought to do?" Doug asked his brother back in their own apartment. The holidays were over and a new future seemed to loom dangerously over their heads. "Wait till tonight" He was there watching as usual. Doug and Artie, naked stood in the window holding a sign. "SAW THE TAPE...WHAT GIVES?" "COME SEE ME" the man held a sign barely legible "APT 4500" "We gotta dress right" Arties said handing Doug a pair of football shorts. "God these don't fit right..he pulled the tight shorts up and his cock and balls stuck out. "See?" Arties laughed "That's the way its supposed to be" and he pulled the leather pouch over his brothers balls and cock and laced up the front. His kid brother looked like he had a bowling ball for meat. "And this" he handed Doug a black mesh football jersy. "Fucking hot" He said. "And what are you going to wear while I look like a porn star" Doug said following Artie into his bedroom. Artie was already pulling on his black mesh shorts.....and a half length tee shirt he had left from his high school football years. It was tight..and showed off his bare defined stomach. They snuck out of the house and were soon knocking on the mans door.
"Come in....it's about time. I was planning to get in touch with you. Do you know how many tapes we sold?" The man didn't apologize or explain the fact that he secretly taped the window performances, edited them and sold them. "I'll keep paying you a buck a tape of course. Here's the first checks and sign this so everything is legal. God, please tell me you both are 18" The man looked suddenly worried. "Yep no problem there" Artie said as he signed his paper and handed it to Doug. "And here are your first checks" "Five thousand dollars?" Doug gasped then looked to see his brother's check was the same amount. "You sold 10,000 tapes in just a few weeks?" Doug asked. "Not only that, but if you two are available, I got offers for live shows, other tapes, photo spreads and even some private parties"
The doorbell sounded. "Are they here yet?" the voices asked. Doug and Artie saw the two men walk in who they had seen watching them that night. The same two were the couple that Doug had watched even before..the first night he jacked off in the window himself. "You two are fucking hot" they said shaking the two boys hands. "You weren't bad yourself" Doug said and then realized they weren't aware. He admitted he had watched them, then jacked off and that's how it all began. Pot, booze, jokes and the hourse went by. Doug and Artie were naked as were the two men and their new employer. Sex was natural and there wasn't a cock, ass, mouth or fingers that weren't used. "Gotta get home" Doug and Artie said. "If your folks ask, tell them you're working for Vidlabs" the man said handing them a business card. "A job?" their mom said. "Yea and they advanced us enough money for college" Artie lied "Guess you're glad I forced you out into the world now aren't you?" Their step father said...almost as proud of himself as he was of them. "Yes, Sir" Doug said looking at Artie. "We got some weird hours though" Artie said.
They stood on the platform in the warehouse...wearing the same outfits they had worn that night to the mans house. As they wrestled and pulled each others clothes off, the crowd laughed, yelled and many pulled their own cocks out to jack along. The five hundred dollars each boy put in their bank account told them their new lives were just starting. Classes in the day, sex at night. Weekends at parties..and an occasional new video, got them through the next few years. And on the wall of the apartment they now share, there's a framed videotape box...it is an enlarement of the two of them, half in shadows, but obviously naked with their arms around each other. "You two were always close" Mark said during a visit. He had just slept with them....enjoying the threeway sex he had always fantasized about. Seeing the tape in a porn store back in his little town, Mark knew he had to visit his old friends...now known as the "BOYS IN A WINDOW." |
FSE | Title: Okamik vol1, Chapter 1-3 by Gau
Tags: Adventure, Fantasy, Intro, Mild Violence, New World, Wolf
\*This story is a work of fiction and is work in progress. any and all constructive comments are appreciated, hope you enjoy\*
The Okamik World
The small room echoed in a manor that suggested a much larger space was present than existed as a robed figure, bent and gnarled scribed a pattern on the smooth dry flag stoned floor. The scribe mumbled to itself in incomprehensible words, cackling and coughing madly, small specks of crimson splattered the floor. The creature was startled at the sound of the heavy oak framed door opening with a harsh bang, its fine delicate work nearly ruined. What little candle light that existed in the cramped space nearly ceased to exist as another robed figure rushed in. "They are here! They are coming!" the acolyte shrieks in a high hissing mockery of a voice "The knights of iron have come to stop the union! They have come to kill us!" the bent figure paid him no heed, continuing his work. The sounds of heavy foot falls and the unearthly cries of pain and death of his fellow cultists echoed in from outside the chamber, playing as sweet music to the creature as it worked. The scribe beckoned its companion closer as he finished his final stroke to his master works.
"no my dear brother, for how can they stop what has just begun!" it growled, taking it's companion by the shoulder, showing him the intricate pattern on the floor, already humming in anticipation. The scribe cackled as he plunged the cold iron of a viciously spiked blade into the gut of it's fellow mad man. The acolyte bent doubled in pain, and gave a shocking gasp, quickly followed by thick spouts of blood from its mouth. The floor became smothered in its blood, seeping into the symbols, as the scribe held him in place a sound of glee escaped from it's maw as he drained the acolyte of every drop of life. The thick red liquid running into the pattern itself, the final drop tapped onto the floor and the scribe discarded its now useless companion. It licked the blade clean of blood, the floor turned a sickly crimson and it leered toward the open door. It could hear the pounding sounds of heavy boot's along with the scraping of metal upon metal coming towards the door, the sound briefly speeding up before the being masked by the noise of the door exploding off its hinges in splinters. In the doorway stood a massive Wolf like creature stood upon its hind legs, covered head to paw in segmented gun metal armour, it's long, muzzled face obscured by its helm, and in its right hand it holds a double edged sword. "Arrest him, I want that bastard in chains!" the knight bellowed at the creature in a rough voice, holding his blade threateningly as more appeared, crowding the corridor.
The scribe snarled in defiance stepping backwards awkwardly into he faintly glowing circle, its robe singing as it drags across its burning surface. The Knights enter the room, surrounding the hapless scribe, one calls out "Ezekiel, end this heresy!". At the mention of the name, the scribe raises its wicked blade with panicked movements, yelling in defiance "its too late! May you rust in hell!" before plunging the dagger into himself, tearing himself open and flooding the floor of the chamber with its own blood. It flowed quickly, spreading with intent around the circle, and lapping at the edges of the knight's steel shod boots. The stench of decay filled the air as a white and green robed figure burst into the room, pulling his hood down to reveal a wolf like head. His light grey fur, with dark patches under the eyes made him appear old and worn. But his eyes told of strength and force of will. The Symbol on the floor burst into life nearly throwing those stood around it onto the floor, Ezekiel stood firm against the torrent of light and shadow erupting from the ground. He took heavy laboured steps towards the circle, which flashed in shades of sickly greens then bloody reds. A shadow appearing in its core, the figure of some malformed creature cured like a babe. Ezekiel brought forth his staff, and thrust it into the circles edge, muttering words that are stolen in the torrent. "Ezekiel, can you stop this!" yelled the lead knight, his helm gone to show another wolf-like face. His fur was matted from the helm, and his fur was a light brown with a trickle of crimson running down his thick brow.
"no, its too far gone, but I have an idea!" Ezekiel shouted in confidence, his mind however was doubtful. The dæmon gate the cultists succeeded in making was calling forth there master. And Ezekiel feared its strength which ebbed and tried to force its way through, the only thing in his mind he could do, was try and change the path of the gate, like changing the rails on a track. But which world should he bridge until he can safely collapse the void? He thought desperately, trying with all his might to slow down its creation. It was only when cracks appeared on his snow white staff that he chose, a world between his own and the dæmons. The image of the dæmon faded quickly, only to be replaced by the image of a road, unlike any Ezekiel had seen. From this image, a low growl was heard and then the screech of something horrible. It was too late, something had entered the gate, and it was coming through.....
2 - Steed Of Iron
The Human World â€" 6 hours ago.
Adam, a human with darkening hip length pony tailed hair hanging over his shoulder. His skin glistening with sweat and grime as he hammered the red hot chunk of metal he had in the keenly ringing anvil. The man's angular features and his dark green eyes betraying a look of concentration. Hours pass in the dark room he inhabited is lit only by the light of the forge and a dim florescent bulb. Each glimmer of light casting wild shadows revealing finely polished pieces of metal work and armour. The chunk of metal Adam had slowly starts to change in shape, turning into a bar, and then narrowing into a point. It soon started resembling a classic sword shape, the crimson blade turning a dull metal colour in a mist of steam as it is quenched in a trough of water. He holds the newly forged sword up to the light, inspecting the quality of his work. Satisfied, Adam places it on his work bench. He turns towards the door. He startles himself as he turns around and see a woman standing in there. Her hair is short and blonde, barely reaching her shoulders. She looked at Adam with kind blue eyes, her soft features warm and inviting. "Dear gods Jess, you scared the hell out of me!" Adam said, clutching his chest a little. "Serves you right for staying in your pit all day" She says, poking her tongue out. "Sorry sweetie, I'm almost done here." "How much you got left?" "done the blade, just needs a bit of grinding. Cross guard and pommels done, so I just need to attach those to the tang, and ill be going down Caerphilly and see what Neil wants to do with the hand grip" He said, wrapping the freshly forged blade in a thick cloth, tying it at both ends. Jessica looked at him blankly, not understanding much of what he said. He gave her a big hug, and a kiss. "Hows the painting going?" "Almost done, its getting a little late, so I'm packing up in a minute" She said with a big smile "need any help?" "nah, ill be OK." Jessica then left Adam to pack up, heading towards a cottage style house, only a single story tall but covered in luscious green ivy.
Adam and Jessica have been living with each other for the past two years, having been lucky enough to be able to afford a cottage on lease from her parents. There, Adam set up a blacksmithing business, priding himself in being able to make almost anything he could imagine out of iron and steel. Jessica was an artist by trade, working for a local theatre company. There she designed sets and costumes, it was time consuming, but she enjoyed every aspect of her work and relished any free time she got. They lived in a small rural community, making the best the welsh countryside had to offer them. Even though they were not married, to them it felt like they were married already. They did not own much, but they were happy and content with there lives. However, Adam was at odds with himself, wondering if now is the time to ask her to be his wife. Its something which has been plaguing him, but he is unsure with himself. He was thinking about this, even now as he bundled the package onto he back of his trike, a creation of his own using an old motorcycle engine. Jessica came out of the cottage, just as Adam finished putting the rest of his gear on the back. As well as being a blacksmith, he was also a medieval enthusiast. Often re-enacting battles and life style in public demonstrations. He had just finished fastening his own sword, a single handed weapon, to the trike when Jessica jumped onto his back. He let out an amusing cry of surprise, with Jessica still holding him tight. "you have fun in Caerphilly OK? Gonna miss you sweetie" She gave him a kiss on the cheek, handing him his helmet. He returned the kiss, nearly squishing her in his arms. "Just wish you could have come with me" he says, with a bit of of smile, but a sad look in his eyes.
"You know I got too much work to do, they got me building a whole set for Mcbeth since Clare's on maternity" Jessica says, Claire is one of her work colleagues, together they usually split the work of set building between them and a couple of the other students, but with Claire expecting any day now, Jessica is left with most of the practical work herself.
Adam mounts his trike, and straps on his helmet, pulling down the visor after turning the engine on. Jessica gives him one last hug, before he drives off down an afternoon road. This is the last time they would see each other for a long time. He drives his heavily laden dark green trike down an isolated road, what was left of the day was bright with the glare of the evening sun. He refills at a petrol station, and carrying on. The road is empty, and the light only just starts fading as Adam turns on his head lamps. He thinks to himself, that he should have left much earlier in the day as if his tent wasn't already pitched by the time he arrives, he will either have to put it up in the dark, or he is going to have to sleep under the stars. He didn't particularly mind the idea however if it wasn't such a cold night. In fact, it was unusually cold he thought. His helmet faceplate was even starting to frost up, and it was the middle of April on what was a sunny day. It wasn't long before he could barely see, panic rising in him as his vision blurred into darkness, and then blinding white light. He pulled on the brakes, sliding on a road now caked in thick frost when there was none. He shielded his face, his heart pounding and his throat sore from his terror; as he felt like he hit something only to find now that he was weightless. Adam wondered aloud; "am I alive?" daring to open his thick frost covered visor, sheets of it crunching off. He felt like he weighed nothing, and even though he could not see anything, he felt like he was moving, and quickly. Then, he saw it. A small black object in the distance, a blemish on an otherwise blank canvas. Then the noise barraged him, like the sounds of tearing papers and metals with the screams of tortured wood rolled into one earth shattering cacophony. The small blemish rushing to meet him revealing a room ahead, no bigger than a living room with hazy shapes and figures inhabiting it.
Ezekiel urged the knights back away from the gateway. The order was confirmed by one of the other knights who carried a shield and a wickedly spiked warhammer. "form shield wall!" came his shout, the other knights responding by un-hooking shields from there backs and sides. The wood and metal clanking together as shoulder to shoulder the knights faced there new enemy with determined snarls on there muzzles. Ezekiel joined the walls second rank, raising his staff like a spear over the head of the knight in front of him, indescribable words escaping his lips. The gateway showing a helmeted rider upon an iron steed, a growl and a roar unlike any most of the knights have ever heard reaching there canine ears. And then it came. A blinding flash of white, and a biting chill as the iron steed hammered out of the gateway. It hit the stone floor with a deafening crunch and threw its rider as the trike skidded a short way into a wall. Adam rolled, his thick leathers absorbing most of the impact as he hit the wall opposite the knights. He was disorientated, confused and felt very sick after travailing forty miles per hour in nothingness only to be strewn across the floor. He felt pain though, and knew he was alive at least. But the knight in the small room had other plans, lifting there swords high above there head.
Adam, looked up to see a site which startled him immensely, through the visor of his helm he saw a line of maybe ten what he could only fathom were were-wolves in armour. One stepped out of the shield wall and Adam cursed as he realised he was in danger of becoming more than one piece of flesh and bone, rolling away on bruised ribs to escape the biting edge of the knights sword. He heard a language he did not understand from the one he presumed to be the leader saying "Cill Ite!" . His assailant stepped forward. He must of hit his head very hard Adam thought, because what he saw fascinated, scared and confused him all at the same time. The body of a man, with canine like legs, head and tail all clad in midnight blue plate armour. A bastard sword in one hand, and a three foot shield in the other, striding towards him, meaning to seriously hurt, or even kill him. Time seemed to crawl as he took stock of his situation. To his right, his now mangled trike but Adam didn't have time to think about that much. What did catch his eye however, was one of his blunted swords that came loose from his trike, and was just sat there no more than four feet away. The canine creature obviously saw it himself, closing the distance quickly. Adrenaline pumped through Adams body as he dove to reach the blade, grabbing hold of the brown leather and wire hilt and bringing it up to block as the strike rang hard and true, Now they both had a fight on there hands, the other armoured figures cheering there comrade on. Ezekiel just watched, curious at Adam.
Adam defended himself from the Wolf's blows, trying to keep his distance and look for an opening he could use to escape, but found the gateway he had used gone, and only one door in and out of the room, guarded by half a dozen of these strange creatures. The wolf was circling him, aiming his heavy cuts for the head, neck and shoulders with one coming close to gutting the poor human. Then the wolf stumbled on a piece of loose stone work, and Adam took his chance. He dived in close to the armoured warrior, helping him on his way to the ground and wrestling him to the floor. The wolfs blade leaving its paw as he went for a dagger on its belt, fumbling in its panic as it hit the floor hard. Adam saw his moment, and grabbed the now loose blade discarding his re-enacter's sword. He held the point at the wolfs neck line, ready to slide between the plates, he straddled the wolf, yelling "Move and he dies!" at the group who go deathly silent. Adams heart was pounding in his chest, he was sure they didn't understand his words, but the must have understood his tone. The knight with the warhammer stepped forward, showing he now had no weapon. Beside him, a white and green robed figure stood. Adam noted the intrigued look.
Ezekiel looked at the creature. He found it remarkable that not only did a creature from the beyond have the discipline to defend itself from one of the knights, but also the sheer guts to hold one hostage. The larger knight, Æiser, thought a little differently about the situation. He had not lost a single knight in the entire operation today so far, and he had no intention of losing one now if he could help it. He wasn't fascinated by Adam, but he did admire his cunning. "Ezekiel. Can you stun him?" Æiser said quietly "not like you to spare the life of someone who threatens one of your own." came the slightly amused response "can you or not?" Æiser was getting irritated now. Adam saw the exchange of words, not knowing what's going on, holding the blade inches from his hostages throat. He had never killed anyone or anything in his entire life, and wasn't looking forward to starting any time soon. He didn't want to kill, all he wants is to know what's going on, and how the hell he's going to get home. His hostage seems calm, something he didn't expect. Whatever it was that was at his mercy, did not fear death. This creature was ready to die if it had to. Using a spare hand, he took his helmet off, letting it drop to the ground. And Ezekiel took the opportunity, he levelled his staff and Adam knew nothing but darkness.
Adam hit the ground hard, and his hostage immediately jumped to his feet grabbing his own sword again, and levelling a strike or his head. "don't Yasil, I want that one alive" came the authoritative tone of Æiser "but my lord, its a dæmon!" He said, still pointing his weapon at the unconscious human. Ezekiel then stood forward, inspecting Adam, before giving his own verdict. "I have seen and met many dæmon's in my long years, and I can safely say this is not one of them. From beyond our world that is certain, and worthy of investigation." He thought to himself however, how similar this creature resembled another race he knows of. Heavy chains were brought forth and clamped to the unconscious humans arms and legs. He was searched, anything that could be used as a weapon stripped from him. Next, the knights searched his trike not knowing what it was they were being cautious. The stripped it of everything Adam had, spare clothing, sleeping and camping equipment, a few books, some armour he made himself and the sword he made that very day. All was packed and transported out of the ruined building, along with a bound Adam.
3 - Capture
Adam's mind was filled with what he considered a bad dream. He dreamt that he had been on his way to Caerphilly castle for a weekend of sparing and training. That along the way he found himself getting caught up in a mysterious portal only to be thrown off his trike, which he distinctly remembers getting smashed to pieces. Only to be faced by what he can only be described as armoured wolf men who tried to kill him, and that nay minute now he's going to wake up next to his beloved partner and start work in his forge, which he reminded himself needed serious cleaning one day. However, he feels like he's in a rocking boat, swaying to and fro with the distinct scent of sweat and pine. He can hear people talking in a language he doesn't understand, and a heavy weight on his arms and legs. Adam's eyes open slowly, only confirming what his other senses were telling him: that it wasn't a dream, and that he's now chained at the back of a wagon loaded with baggage and supplies on a well worn, by rocky path. He groans to himself, and looks to his right, seeing on of the wolf warriors, this time not wearing his armour. Instead, he's dressed in an unbuckled padded jacked and breeches with a bored expression. His dark fur a start contrast to the snow white horse he rides. At his side is a cross bow and quiver of bolts. He looked ahead of himself, only to have a similar image greeting him with a group of five more, each with varying colours of fur and talking amongst themselves. One of them must have made a joke, as after he finished speaking, the others laughed hard. His eyes travelled right, to see that he was not alone at the back of the wagon. The white robed figure from earlier was sat next to him, a straw hat draped over his face to keep what little sun that managed to penetrate the tree line out of his eyes. His staff was held closely to him, and he seemed content. Adam felt like he was being watched at that moment, noticing the robed wolfs ears twitch at him. "what the hell have I got into...." He says to himself, knowing he cant escape and he cant speak there bizarre language, which seemed a little familiar.
Ezekiel, now noticing that there prisoner was awake watches him carefully. curious as to what he's going to do next was a little surprised and amused to see that the once desperate creature has accepted his fate for now after looking around and making an educated guess as to what could happen. Pretending to rest, he continues watching him. See what he can learn from observation. His ears perk up when Æiser rides up to the side of the wagon. He gave Adam, who now is taking an interest in him, a look of warning. "I know your awake Ezekiel. In all my years of knowing you, I swear you don't sleep!" "That is because you and your knights are so loud during the day, and louder at night!" came Ezekiel's retort, a smile on his muzzle as he removes the hat. "you'd sleep fine with a gallon of ale" Æiser gave a toothy grin, before looking at Adam "can you make him talk then?" "He will talk old friend, but you wont understand him, not yet anyway. I have Tongues wart somewhere in the neatly stacked pile of stone you call a castle, that will make him speak in our language." "Good. So what did you do back there anyway to summon him?" Æiser asked inquisitively. "I couldn't simply close the gate. If I tried that, then the forces involved would probably have collapsed the building on us. It needed to be closed gently, but to do that, I needed time. I thought connecting it to a different world other than where it was going would give me time to do that before anything came through. Evidently, it sought this particular creature out for one reason or another. Though he should not be In our world, it was better than the alternative, and no I cant simply just send him back since I do not know what world he came from, and it will take months, maybe years to find the right one. I intend on consulting the runes this evening when we make camp. What you do with him for now, is up to you. But I suggest you do not be too hasty in your decision"
"when have I been hasty in my decisions?" Æiser said defensively, scratching the end of his nose and looking up guiltily. Ezekiel looked at him accusative "how about two weeks ago when you had the bridge hacked away from underneath the claws of those dæmon cursed!" "worked didn't it?"
"It took us three days to find another crossing, and we lost a pack mule which contained half of the breaching charges I made for you by your request if I remember correctly. Difficult to make and the ingredients are harder to come by. Still, at least I was given my pay in advance this time" Ezekiel says this with a smug smile.
Adam listened to the conversation as best he could, trying to figure out and make sense as best he could. He guessed by the way there leader was looking at him that he was the topic of conversation. For a prisoner, Adam felt relaxed. He was given water when his guards remembered, and fed a portion of dry bread and smoked meat in what he guessed was midday. They travelled many miles that day, with the scenery changing little. Now and then, the gush of a stream could be heard, and a broken rope bride which spanned over a rapidly flowing river. The group stopped mid afternoon near the stony bank of a widening river. It was then, that Adam realised how large the group actually was. There must have been between twenty five to thirty of these wolf creatures, almost all mounted on horse back and all armed with some variety of close combat weapon. Only ten of them carried what Adam guessed was there equivalent to the welsh longbow, the others had light crossbows made of wood. Several small camp-fires sprang up, and Adam was lead to one of them by a particularly well muscled wolf with piercing blue eyes and dark brown fur. A stake was driven firmly into the ground by his new guard, and long chain connected Adam to it by his cuffs. It gave Adam enough slack to move comfortably, but not for any form of distance. The wolf muttered a few things to himself, before producing a cooking pot from his carry sack.
The light started fading and unfamiliar stars shone dimly through the evening sky. Adam guessed that he has been sat on were he was for about an hour, and a small encampment grew around him. Guards seemed to have been posted away from the camp, and water was being fetched and boiled by some. The wolf he was with is now busy with his pot, talking mostly to himself, and sometimes addressing Adam possibly in idle conversation, but getting frustrated when when he shows little understanding to what's being said. The wolf drank from what looked like a leather bag with a spout in the end, before pouring some of it into the thick liquid he had made. He offered it to Adam. He took a sniff, then drank a little. It tasted sweet and heavy, like fresh honey mixed with wine. To Adam, it tasted good and he smiled and nodded his appreciation to the wolf who returned the smile laughing before taking a large swig himself. Adam wasn't sure what was going on, the only reminder he had that he was a prisoner were the slightly chaffing cuff he wore. The leg cuffs having been removed when he was brought off the wagon. He stared at his cuffs now, wondering what was going to happen to him. Was he going to die? He didn't think so. Whoever this group were, they seemed too efficient with there camp to let him live without reason. The nihilist in him thought maybe a slave perhaps, or someone's pet. He didn't like that thought. The part of him that remained optimistic thought that maybe they were going to send him home. After all, he hasn't seen another human yet and doubted very much that humans belonged in this world.
He was brought from his thoughts, which began to wander about home when the wolf place a warm wooden bowl in front of him, a spoon sticking out of the dark red contents. It smelt good, heavy and fruity. Adam graciously took the bowl, thanking and smiling at the wolf who seemed to understand the gesture. The wolf seemed to close his eyes in prayer briefly before starting to eat his food. Adam took a bite. It tasted as it smelt, heavy and thick with berry's and other fruits with chunks of what tasted like pork. It tasted odd to him, and it took a few more mouthfuls of the pasty and chunky food stuff before he got a taste for it. Seeing that he had finished his bowl, his guard/host happily refilled Adams bowl, smiling through sharp ivory teeth before refilling his own bowl. Adam carried on eating, even though he was now full in fear of offending the generous, yet very dangerous looking wolf.
Ezekiel and Æiser watched from a distance, seeing how there prisoner acted. Æiser let out a long sigh "Looks like Herod made a friend... too soft in the tooth as usual. Should have been a farmer, but he's too good a battering ram to be anywhere else" "Maybe, but it shown us how our guest behaves. He seems well mannered and appreciative. Though confused, I have a feeling that his people whoever they are, are most likely unaware of gate travel" Ezekiel noted with a puff of his long ash pipe, offering Æiser a smoke. He kindly declines.
"So what do the runes say Ezekiel, what do we do about him?" "They were very clear on what to do now, and that is to keep him alive and well. They say he is an unexpected ally, if reluctant" The ageing wolf said. "And in the future? I know how your predictions usually work, you get a short term answer, then something more long term so spit it out" Æiser said in a gruff manor, tearing at a hunk dried meat, a flagon of ale brandished in his other paw. Ezekiel had a look of false surprise, before knowingly stating "I'm surprised you remember, usually by the time I get to tell you what the runes say, you start talking of so called fine women and glorious battle" "I don't still do that... do I?" came Æiser surprised response "dear gods, I must have been pissed out of my rotten skull to be talking of glorious battle. And ill have you know, the women of Harech are fine women! All of them! Just some are more fine after a I've seen the bottom of a cup. So come on, don't change the subject he-who-knows-more-than-he-should" "If I must then. They say that he will be of iron and flame. Simple as that, and a bit cryptic if you ask me but then again, sometimes they don't like to let on much. Tell me Æiser old friend, what do you intend on doing with him if I may ask." "Once you get him talking our language, I'm going to ask him a lot of questions, and then, well, if the pebbles are right. Then he will be useful, if there wrong I want him out of our world. Either sent back or buried, whichever finds him first." Æiser said grimly. Taking a large gulp of his honey laced ale before continuing "we'll be back in Harech tomorrow. I want the camp up early, sooner we get back the sooner my hang over can be cured" Ezekiel looked puzzled "But you do not have a hang over" he stated flatly, only to notice a smiling and lop eared Æiser "not yet I don't Ezekiel, not yet" and with that, he ended that conversation by emptying his flagon.
Adam ate well that night, his stomach was full, and he appreciated the company Herod gave him. They both started communicating with gestures and basic sounds, making each other laugh with there charades as they both got drunk from a berry laced ale. He couldn't help but think about home at that moment though, and a sadness overtook him. "I'm not going to be going home am I?" He said to Herod, who looked confused and showing signs of concern to Adam. Giving him a heavy pat on the shoulder and offering the final drop of ale. Adam gratefully took it, his cheeks warm and red from intoxication, before collapsing on the ground. Herod laughed loudly to himself, and threw a spare sheepskin blanket of the drunk human before slumping to the ground in a drunken sleep himself. |
literotica | Title: A Beautiful Day
Tags: romance, blowjob, office sex, humor, cops, boss' daughter
*Copyright (c)2013 Eruidice
So, there it is: my first story on Literotica. I could have never managed to post it without the wonderful editing help of CBM514 and sound advice. I really hope you'll enjoy it :)*
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It was a beautiful day...
I am not talking about the weather, which was usual for this time of year: pure sunshine with a sure chance of high humidity already in the morning. From being born in the east of New Jersey, the constant hot weather was actually one of the worst things that I had to deal with since I moved in this little town of Southwest Florida, and I honestly hated it.
Even after three years here, I was still sweating like a drug dealer being frisked and, wearing my normal blue uniform from the Police Department, has always been a pain. I liked living here; I just wish the heat liked me too.
But I digress.
So, as I was saying, it was a beautiful day. I had spent the whole morning on the phone with the chief of Police of Michigan who apprehended a criminal we have been pursuing for a long time now. The case wasn't in my jurisdiction anymore but I was glad that the dangerous man was no longer a threat to innocent, inoffensive women.
Then, I had lunch with the Mayor as I was designated as the receiver of an important donation to the Police Department of our town, Naples. It was all just one smooth ride. Or so I thought...
As soon as I walked into the office, my grin disappeared when I found my partner waiting for me by the door, a scowl on his face. Nothing good could come out of Patrick Cherry when he has that look on: the one where he was barely containing himself from pulling out his gun and start shooting randomly. That sudden cramp in my stomach, already bringing bile to my throat and that made me regret not having brought my Tums with me, made me grimace at his words.
"Guess who is back in our jail today," he whistled between his teeth.
I tried to sigh but all I heard was a grunt coming out of my burning chest instead. I forced myself to take the time to get in my office and loosen the tie that was suddenly pressing so hard against my Adam's apple, it was suffocating me. I looked at the clutter on top of the mahogany desk without seeing it but clearly heard the door close after me. I didn't want to but I had to face him.
"Have you called her father yet?" I grunted again, the unpleasant state of my mood clouding my voice and Patrick's shoulders slumped lightly.
"She still doesn't want to give us his personal number over there and he left his regular cell at home." He sighed and thrust both his hands in his trousers' pockets.
"Well he did say that he didn't want to get bothered so he could enjoy his vacation," I murmured in a matter-of-fact way and rubbed both sides of my forehead. "All right, bring her in."
"Do you think it'll work this time?"
I glanced over at him and shrugged. "It doesn't hurt to try."
"What's her deal exactly!?" Patrick half-shouted.
Once again, I heard the same frustration I was feeling, surge out of him but I ignored it. Of course, I knew what her deal was and of course, I couldn't tell him since it would basically mean suicide for me; so I just shrugged.
"Just bring her in," I replied, defeated and watched him walk out of my office.
As soon as he closed the door behind him, I slouched on the chair, my stare lost on the soft design of the light brown carpet on the floor. Funny how I've been spending a lot of time looking at this carpet since I took office to momentarily replace the chief of Police who had finally agreed to take a vacation after a full ten years of service. He had been gone for about two months now and I was the lucky one to have been chosen to fill his position until his return.
But to be honest, I felt less and less fortunate and would gladly give it away to Patrick or any other of the lieutenants eying the position if it meant not dealing with her. A long and heavy sigh ripped my throat to come out and I leaned my head on my hands contemplating the crap I was in. I could probably get out of it, I guess, but I wasn't even sure if I wanted to.
Was it the danger? The excitement or just the best drunken after-glow feeling that ever hit my poor human mind that made me still believe that things will get fixed by themselves, just like magic?
But sadly, I just kept wishing-- no praying-- that I would wake up one day and realize that it was all a dream and that everything would go back to normal. The sad truth was I knew that every day that went by with me entangled in this, the worse it would get and the less chance I had to get out alive.
Especially with Chief so close to coming back. I snapped my head up at the thought. Oh fuck! I had to stop this. Way before Chief came back from the loud, turbulent and man-I-wish-it-was-me, Caribbean cruise he was on. Today! Yes, today was the day! I had to end this today.
Reassured and feeling strong by my decision, I straightened up and moved my hands quickly, looking for what God knows what and mostly trying to control the shaking of my hands. Why was I nervous? I could do this. I am a man. A 27 year-old man who was in charge of his life. Who had been honored as a hero by the city, on his first year of work, for closing down a prostitution ring servicing the area and having the best arrest records than most of these coffee drinkers and doughnuts eaters, scrammed outside the door.
"You can do this," I said to myself, pumping my chest and taking deep but short breaths just like we used to do jumping jacks in the academy before going to training.
I smiled, feeling satisfied that it worked and got ready for whatever would soon, come through the door. But my confidence and my smile disintegrated immediately as my heart bounced uncontrollably against my chest when the door finally opened and I saw her.
I swallowed loudly, already feeling my throat dry as a leaf under a rude Autumn season, when I couldn't help running my eyes all over her body, checking her out. At this stage, I didn't even realize I was doing it anymore. It had become automatic, almost instinctive.
It seemed more and more difficult for me not to feel amazed by her since to me she always managed to look even more breathtaking than the previous time. I really, really liked to see her clad in those tight jeans that gave her frame even more curves than my poor heart could handle but I had to admit, that short black skirt that fitted her like a glove, leaving her naturally tanned legs for me to drool at, was the most sinful thing that I had seen in a while.
She was a full shoulder shorter than I was, especially in those black straps gladiator sandals she was wearing but I could easily believe she was at least six foot something as her legs and thin body stretched out and was held straight like royalty.
Her red shirt hung nicely exactly where it was needed, without however revealing too much but I could describe the color of her round and perky nipples, and how firm and bouncy her breasts were, with my eyes closed. They were imprinted in my memory as information was on a computer chip. And of course, the logical step that my stupid brain followed was to kindly send signals down in my pants and step aside, while letting the pumping and twitching idiot between my legs take control of my mind and turn me into a complete horny bastard.
As the incompetent I became, I just sat there, looking at her walk in and stand in front of my desk without knowing the first word I should say to her. But miraculously, my eyes finally shifted from her chest to her face and I caught the satisfied smirk lifting the corner of her red painted lips and I jumped out of my chair, buttoning my suit's jacket around me to hide my bulge. There was no way I was giving her the satisfaction that I was completely charmed by the sexy outfit she wore just to drive me crazy.
"Miss Dumas," I saluted her, bobbing my head, but not offering her a handshake like I should have. I was certain that touching her, even her hand, was not a good idea at the moment.
"Lieutenant." Her melodious voice seemed to echo around me and I scratched my throat again, resisting the desire to remove my tie that was suffocating me. "How are you today?"
I tried to ignore her beautiful smile and raised my chin to at least appear confident and aloof. I could see Patrick standing behind her and forced myself to talk with suave and control, for his sake, but mostly, to hide what was really happening in my chest and inside my blue polka dotted briefs.
"Well, I was having a good day until I heard that you were visiting our jail once again."
She chuckled in that wonderful manner of hers; like she knew something very important that I didn't and shook her long loose black curls on her back after putting a hand on her right hip and popping it on the side.
"Don't worry, Lieutenant," she whispered so low that I thought I was the only one able to hear. "I have a feeling that your day's about to get much better than good."
Patrick uncomfortably scratched his throat behind her and pulled one of the small chairs in front of the desk, offering it to her. "Why don't you have a seat, Miss Dumas?"
Another chuckle, this time addressed to Patrick. "You guys want to play good cop, bad cop again?"
"We just think that a little chat with you is yet again needed, Miss Dumas," he said with a patronizing voice. "Since it seems that you still can't understand what we've been trying to tell you so far."
"Oh, believe me! I got your message loud and clear," she smirked before looking back in my eyes again. "I just like to come visit you... boys."
"Please just sit down, Miss." Patrick sighed, shaking his head and putting the chair right behind her.
"Oh please, Pat!" She rolled her eyes while sitting down, crossing one long leg atop the other. "My father is not around; you can drop the formalities now."
I was aware of the little banter going back and forth between Patrick and the gorgeous woman in front of me but I was glad that my partner had decided to take upon the bad cop role as I couldn't do it this time, my eyes fixated on the view in front of me. He stood straight, legs slightly parted and hands on his hips, his gray jacket's sides lifted, to reveal his gun secured in the holster on his right side. He reminded me of those police officers in the eighties movies, and I would have laughed if I could only do something else, than stare at those damn legs.
Yes I admit it. I am that guy. I like legs... a lot. Not the overly worked out and muscled ones that reminded me of a female body builder on steroids. That was actually a total turn-off for me. No, I liked them legs to be feminine, sexy and shaved with the right amount of moisturizer so that my hand ran smoothly over them. I liked to feel hard little muscles nicely spread evenly under my touch, displaying how toned they were. I liked the ankles to be round, small and delicate enough so that I can hold them with only one hand. I liked the little toes short, but lean, and freshly painted; essentially just like hers in every way.
I have had the chance to meet a lot of nice legs over the course of my short young life, but never before had I met with ones that were as perfect as hers. And believe me, I speak as a connoisseur; her legs were perfect. I could spend hours just touching, kissing, licking and nibbling on her legs and toes without tiring myself.
Sometimes, she would push me or give me a good kick to bring me down from the cloud her legs always sent me on. And feeling them tighten around my waist when we're having sex was definitely the most amazing feeling in the world. She would get me on the craziest, wildest rides and I would always have to hold on with white knuckles.
So, for me to stand here, right in front of her, after spending the last five days running away from her, was just torture. My dick twitched furiously inside my pants as I was watching her foot gently balancing front and back, her delectable French manicured toes calling me out to just grab them and kiss them fiercely.
No, stop. Stop it, Joe! You have to end this, remember? That's why you have been making up all these bogus excuses to stay away from her for the last few days. She is your boss' daughter for God sakes. You have to get out under her spell, man up and... "Be a man".
"But that's why she keeps on getting herself arrested each time you try to get rid of her," a little evil voice chimed in my mind. "Just so that she can seduce you and get you right back in her webs of lust and unbelievable sweetness."
And each and every time, I always find myself fantasizing about her. Every. Damn. Time.
"Milton, what do you think of the plan?"
I blinked when Patrick's voice reached my fogged and confused mind and I scratched my throat, trying very hard to guess what the hell he was talking about. One part of me was mad at him for pulling me out of my fantasy world while the other, was ready to kiss him for taking my mind and stare off the enchantress in front of me.
"Well." I scratched my throat again. At this rate, I was sincerely expecting him to ask me to see a doctor about some throat infection that I might have. "Um, I think that... a little more... details would be..."
"What details?" Patrick interjected, looking at me like he would a crazy person. "What are you talking about?"
A single drop of sweat went down my spine. Shit. I had no other choice than to play stupid.
"What are you talking about?" I asked bluntly, looking at him straight in the eyes.
A melodious giggle rose in the room and we both looked at the woman sitting in the chair, laughing her heart out, her head leaned down on her chest. Wait. Was she making fun of me? Big mistake, Missy! She had just stroked my ego the wrong way.
"Would you mind telling us what's so funny, Miss Dumas?" I asked her dryly. "Do you think it's funny to break the law? I'm certain your father will not find it so amusing."
Yeah, that's right! I was the bad cop again. Go, Joe! I had just finished patting my back when Marley only snorted, full of assurance.
"We all know that my father will never hear about this," she batted her long, thick eyelashes at me. "Just like the time before this... and the time before that and the one before that..." She let her voice die slowly in the room.
"This is not a game, Marley," Patrick said with a firm voice as if lecturing a five year old kid. "You are the chief's daughter. You have to set a good example."
"Well, then book me," she answered quietly, innocently. "I'm sure my father will be very happy to know that one of his officers, have tarnished his only child's good reputation. I'm sure that said officer would get a pat on the back and a promotion." She shrugged and ran her fingers in her hair, placing the strands behind her ears. "And my uncle, the judge, will be more than happy to assign me some community service."
I bit my lips not to laugh at her audacity. Sometimes I was prone to believe that she had more balls than I did. We could never officially arrest her. She knew that, we all knew that. And that only meant bad news for me.
"Then I think my plan would work perfectly fine," Patrick replied fiercely. "Twenty four hours in our jail with no special treatment. That's exactly what I'm going to give you if you don't stop this insanity."
Oh, so that's what he was talking about!
"Will Lieutenant Milton keep an eye on me in my cell?" She asked with a little voice. "Or better yet, join me?" A playful smile grazed her lips, while her piercing brown eyes met with mine and hell, if I could refrain from blushing.
I felt Patrick's confused stare shifting between the two of us and I scratched my throat. Oh, crap! I had to stop doing that. There was no way Patrick could be this oblivious.
"I think it's a very good plan," I nodded, hoping that I looked and sounded as authoritative as I was aiming for. "And like you said, your father will never know about it."
She tilted her head on the side and licked her lower lip before pursing the two adorable fleshy folds into one. Oh no, don't give me that sad puppy face, baby!
"But I didn't do anything to deserve any of that," she mewled.
"You ran over the speed limit and wouldn't stop your car when Gerard signalled you to." Patrick answered, obviously not biting into her trap. Thank God he was here to do the talking because I was a goner. She looked so cute with that little pout. All I wanted right now was to gently bite and kiss that lower lip.
"I needed to use the restroom," she answered with her shoulders going up. "It was urgent. Do you have any idea how difficult it is for us women at a certain time of the month?"
"That's not an excuse, Marley."
"Tell it to mother nature."
"How about the day before yesterday?" Patrick continued imperturbable. "You walked out of a store without paying."
"Oh!" She exclaimed, her eyes wide open. "It was one article at the bottom of the cart that I forgot about. It was the cashier's job to verify the cart was all empty." She sat back in her chair and crossed her hands over her chest. "I should probably sue them for that."
"And the day before that when you..."
"Are you really going to name every little mistake I've made, Pat?"
"If that's what it takes to make you stop," Patrick shrugged. "Besides, we all know they're not mistakes. You're doing it on purpose to get arrested, but why, Marley? Why are you doing all of this? Do you really want to go to jail?"
Our stare immediately connected and we looked at each other for a long time before she smiled so tenderly, and made my heart race at lightning speed in my chest.
"If that's what it takes," she whispered, her eyes lovingly looking at me. Why was she being so obvious? Of course I wanted her, but this was my job! My livelihood, damn it!
A warm fuzzy feeling invaded my lower tummy, spreading throughout all my body, touching my skin and my cheeks, leaving me hot and burning as a log being consumed in a chimney. My hands became suddenly wet while my throat was going back to its very dry state. But that didn't have anything to do with the physical need that was still lingering in my veins. No, it was something else. Something I always felt each time she looked at me with such adoration in her eyes.
I didn't know what this feeling was; I didn't want to know what this feeling was. All I knew was that both my hands turned into fists not to run to her and cradle her in my arms; place her head on my chest and nurse her like a little child, just to reassure her that she didn't have to do all of that just to get my attention. Tell her that I was sorry for keeping my distance all this time. That I was just scared that if we kept on going on with our dangerous relationship, I might fall in love with her and God knows what her father could do to me.
"Joe, can I talk to you outside for a moment?"
I nodded nervously to Patrick, glad that he broke yet again the tension rising in the room and tried to dry my throat by swallowing but it only hurt like a bitch. I heard Marley sigh heavily and put her head down, her fingers intertwined on her laps, apparently fascinating her. I forced myself to follow my partner outside, barely resisting taking her in my arms.
"Are you fucking her?"
Patrick hit me as soon as I closed the door behind us. I was expecting him to catch on sooner or later but didn't think he would be so blunt. Well, at least he had the tact to whisper. Although our little head-to-head seemed to draw all the stares of our fellow comrades in the PD hall, all the same. I quickly weighed my options.
I could confirm and beg him on my knees to keep it between us. Or deny and keep on sweating each time she got herself arrested to be able to see me. Decisions, decisions. Deny, deny, deny.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I chose to play the offended victim and I swear I heard my nanny turn in her grave. Sorry, grandma. "How can you even ask me that?" I added just for good measure.
"Because I strangely felt like I was a third wheel in there and that you two needed some privacy or something," he replied, his brows scrunching while his head tilted towards the door hiding Marley from our view.
'Then maybe you should have had the decency to leave.' I thought, containing myself just in time from rolling my eyes at him. But I just chuckled. "That's the heat getting to your head, man."
"I hope so," he let out between his teeth. "Because she is the commissioner's daughter. Your boss. And I shall remind you that he does not want any one from the force to get even at one foot near his daughter."
This time, I really couldn't help from rolling my eyes. Here we again. How many times have I heard those stories again?
"The last uniform who tried to date her is now living in Texas, drilling the desert," he continued, oblivious of my I-don't-care attitude. "And two years ago, he found her having dinner with the last chief of detectives and we still haven't found out where he's living now." He stopped talking to look around him suspiciously before talking even lower than before. "But word is, he is not living anywhere to tell the tale, if you catch my drift."
I sighed and bit the inside of my mouth. There were so many stories in the same calibre about how protective of his daughter the Chief was and apparently, he did not back out of anything to keep her from dating one of our own. I have to admit that was one of the main reasons why I wanted to know her so much. I wanted to find out the truth behind all of these stories. It was only after the second time we slept together that she finally told me how her mother had died after being caught in a trap that was intended to kill her father.
After that, Chief had done everything he could to put and keep her in a safety bubble. He never got over his deceased wife and thinks that keeping her daughter from dating a cop was the best way to keep her away from any potential danger associated with the job.
Now don't get me wrong; I really believed that all those stories about men suddenly disappearing or suddenly moving to other states to do some type of hard labour were nothing but pure urban legends to scare us away. But I've witness Chief's unbelievable actions when he was mad before and seeing every uniform running and staying away from Marley, were not to put me at ease. I mean, there had to be some truth behind it, right?
But true or not, when you live in a town that barely figured on the US map, I doubted that your disappearance would make national news. My parents would probably come and look for me but what solid base would they have? And besides, I have worked hard to be where I was professionally and I was not letting some girl ruin all my chances to reach my goals. Not even for her yummy little toes. Now, if only my heart and my dick could get the memo and get on board with the plan.
"I appreciate the concern, man." I tried to sound confident to reassure Patrick. "But that girl would be too hard maintenance for me to handle." I pressed my lips together, imitating a smile and it seemed to work as he finally bobbed his head and breathed easier. "Now, what are we going to do about her?"
He shrugged. "Like I said, we can always let her sleep in the jail cell for a few hours. The guys won't say anything to Chief and she will understand that we're not playing her game anymore."
Ouch. Was he serious? "Isn't that a little too harsh, man?" I put a hand on his shoulder and added before he could talk again. "Let me talk to her in private for a moment." He looked at me suspiciously and I smiled again. Hey, it was a worth a try! "The both of us talking to her has not worked so far, let me handle her. Then, if she still keeps on doing it, then we'll reconsider the jail plan."
Way before he opened his mouth, I knew he would say no but I swear that there was something greater than us at work there as a voice called him out at the same moment, to take care of some important business. I insisted that he went and after a few seconds of hesitation, he promised to come back rapidly and I scratched the back of my head nervously, watching him walk away.
I turned, took a deep breath before walking in, praying that whatever little something that helped me get rid of Patrick would help me again to get through to her and break up with her once and for all. It was easy, really. I just had to make sure that I didn't look at her, smell her or even hear the sweet little connotations of her voice and sexual innuendos hidden in everything she would say. It's not like she made it a priority to seduce me, knowing exactly what made me melt like a roasted marshmallow on a fire. Yeah, right! I had to laugh at myself there.
She had kept her head down, probably thinking that Patrick was still with me and I walked very fast to get my position back behind my desk, putting a barrier between us. She was dangerous when I was alone with her. She finally raised her head to look at me and frowned when she didn't see Patrick to finally smile, looking at me again. Shit, I know that smile. And it was deadly
"I hope you realize how serious this is, Miss Dumas," I said firmly, keeping in mind that I had to be the bad cop this time, whether I wanted it or not. "You are playing a dangerous game and ..." My eyes shifted to her lips: full, red, tasteful and so inviting. Focus! "Commissioner Dumas will be furious once he's back and he learns about..."
"I told you that my father will never know," she interjected seductively but I ignored the fact that she was talking about a very different matter.
"You are putting us here in a very bad position..." She shifted in her chair and uncrossed her legs, sliding down on her butt and ... oh my Lord! I thought I did notice earlier, while drooling and fantasizing over her legs, that she didn't have any panties on.
Another river of sweat ran down my spine and I swallowed. I hate that damn weather getting so unexpectedly hot even when we had the AC on. "And... um..." What was I saying?
"We can always try new positions if you prefer," she cooed, sliding a lean finger on her right thigh while the two divine members were playing a sick game of opening and closing, each time giving me a generous peek of the uncovered paradise hiding in between her legs. "You know I never refuse you anything. I just needed to see you, Joe."
It took me some time to realize that the drumming sound deafening me was actually my poor heart beating so loud. Great, now my forehead was sweating too.
"Miss Dumas, please refer to me as Lieutenant Milton." I was pushing it, I know, but I had to pretend --at least to myself for another minute-- that I could resist her.
This time, she only sent me an explicit smile and boy, the memories that came running through my mind of some particular times I had ordered her to call me like that! They all involved shackles, sexy lacy lingerie and always ended with her legs wrapped around my waist.
My brains sent me a desperate signal for help but it was already too late. I was already drowning and my pulsing dick was the only buoy I could lean on to stay afloat. I gasped at the warmth in my body... well... getting warmer and removed my jacket. What a mistake! I should have known that it would have been like a message to her to move in and hit me with the final blow.
"Are you all right, Lieutenant Milton?" She quickly stood up and came around the desk. The red alert button in my head blinked even faster but what else could I do? She had already won. "You look flustered. Why don't you sit down?"
I tried to resist her very delicate --but commanding-- hands pushing me down to sit in my chair but again, it was all futile. I had no idea when exactly she straddled me but shivered badly when her lips landed on my neck, licking the sweat that had settled there.
"Marley, no. Not here." I managed to whisper right before she sucked in the skin in her mouth, making me take a deep breath inward through my teeth.
"Well, you won't let me see you anywhere else," she replied with her lips sewing kisses on my neck and I closed my eyes, feeling drunk.
"Baby, you have to stop." I moaned when she bucked her body on my hard cock and my mind immediately registered that only my clothes were preventing our organs to touch.
But she didn't stop, now nibbling at my earlobe, and I found my hands going up her smooth thigh to grab her butt. She giggled when I squeezed it and I smiled, always finding it cute how she wasn't ticklish where usual people were-- you know, on the side of the ribcage or under the feet-- but that squeezing her butt would always send her into a fit of laughter.
"The door is not locked." I suddenly remembered but strangely, I found myself saying it like there wasn't anything wrong with that. Why wasn't I panicking? Did she drug me or something?
"Isn't it exciting to know someone could just walk in on us?"
I gasped when she ground her heat unto me while her hand was sliding inside my shirt. So warm, so gentle and... shit. What she said finally registered through my mind and I held her shoulders, pushing her away.
"Marley, no," I said firmly... or at least the nearest version of that. "Not here."
"Have dinner with me tonight," she replied, without missing a beat.
"I can't. I told you that we cannot be seen in public."
"So come to my house and we'll order take out. Or let me come to your place."
"Are you crazy?" I almost shouted at her.
I live in a one bedroom apartment located in a small apartment complex with three other police officers and there was no way the Chief's daughter could come over without them seeing her. No, my place was out of question. Her place was... doable, if we played it right. But we always had to make sure that her nosy neighbours weren't peeking through the blinds. Our favourite and most usual place to meet and just be together was a few miles from here at a private island; away from her father's watchful eye, gossiping old ladies and curious co-workers.
"All right," she conceded. "Spend next week-end with me then."
"I can't," I still declined. "I have to work."
"You suck," she said furiously, her face coming near mine. "You leave me no choice; I will have to take what I want, here."
"Oh, fuck! Stop it!" I lamely fought with her for a few minutes before I was finally able to keep her hands in mine and prevent her from pulling my dick out. "You have got to stop, okay? This can't go on between us any longer. I can't afford to lose my badge or my life, Marley."
I did my best to keep my voice lowered but the coldness came out harshly and it pained me to see her lower lip tremble like she was about to cry. But I held strong.
"Your father will be coming back soon, if he finds out about us..." I shook my head, trying to make it all sound so much sinister than I actually believe they were. "I can't see you anymore, Marley."
Her lips came up to a straight line under her anger that was shining in her beautiful copper eyes. She had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. They were direct, sincere and I always liked to dive into them right before I plunged the erotic edge her body would send me over. No, no focus! Focus!
"Then, I'll see you," she whistled though gritted teeth. "I'll come here every day if I have to. I'll rob every freaking store in this fucking town, if that's the only way I can see you, Joseph Milton."
What? Was she stupid or something? I most definitely was not worth her jeopardize her life like that for me. I knew she liked excitement but that was just plain wrong. I couldn't let her ruin both our lives like that.
"This is not right, Marley and you know it," I tried to reason with her.
"Then do what's right by me, Joe," she replied immediately. "Be with me like I deserve."
"Why?" I finally snapped, forgetting about keeping it quiet. "Why, huh? Why are you doing all this? Why me?"
"Because it's you!" She shouted back, looking at me with teary eyes. "Because, it's you," she strangled and I followed with my eyes, one tear rolling down her cheek.
My chest inflated, filling up like a balloon with my heart hammering painfully in my ribcage. Every single nerve in my body seemed to become alive, my fingers itching and my body quivering. I couldn't hear, I couldn't think. I could only see and feel. Her lips trembling, trying to minimize her sobs, her eyes injected with red lines from probably burning with the tears; her black hair partly hiding her face and that single tear that reached her chin while others were piling up, ready to fall down as well.
She fought me to free her hands that I was still holding, probably to run away from me or to be able to hide her tears, but I didn't let her. I pulled her closer to me so I could receive the tear that was just escaping her eye on my fingertip. Others quickly followed that I didn't have time to catch and flooded her face but I held her near me, my mouth so close to hers, I could feel her ragged breath brush my lips.
And that strange feeling again, tearing deep inside my guts. My heart that made me want to kill myself for making her cry. My hands trembled, my voice unable to get across my lips under her gaze on me, piercing through me, devouring my soul and taking every little bit of anger, fear or resentment I had towards our relationship. I wanted her, every single, tiny part of her: with all her beauty, all of her flaws. I wanted her. And not just to spend a week-end making love to her or worshiping her legs. I wanted her.
Was it her or me? Who cares? It didn't matter who kissed the other first. All that mattered was that we were now kissing breathlessly, sucking the air out of each other and our tongues fighting for dominance. Her hands were gripping tightly at my shirt and my arm went around her waist bringing her to me to hold her tightly. To the point where I was just sure I was cutting her breath.
I couldn't get enough of her. I wanted my hands all over her at the same time, my tongue to go deeper in the depth of her mouth, her body closer to mine and a twirling sensation spiralled maniacally inside of me, swallowing my heart just like the Bermuda triangle would with a ship. I felt her shiver in my arms and my body responded right back, shivers sprinkling all over my skin. We moaned together when her hands found their way behind my neck and in my hair while at the same time, I was kissing her neck and taking in her sweet perfume.
But she yelped when I disgracefully let her fall flat on her ass the second I heard a knock on the door. And it was just in time as the door was being pushed open and I just had time to roll my chair forward, pushing her a little more under the desk, that Patrick was stepping inside the room. Frantically, I tried to fix my tie with one hand and my shirt with the other, trying to look as natural as I could possibly pull off, but his suspicious looks didn't get over my head.
"Where's Marley?" He asked with doubt in his voice, still looking at me as if he knew that she was sitting right between my legs under the desk.
"She..." I squeaked and had to stop to clear my throat. Oh boy! "She had to use the restroom or something."
All right. I felt proud of myself for talking with a normal voice. I could do this.
I shook my right foot under the table, trying to remove the small hand crawling under my trousers leg and running on my skin. I cursed under my breath when Patrick sat down heavily in the chair right in front of me. Okay, okay do not panic. It's not like she would dare molesting me right there when she knew Patrick would... Fuck! I jumped in my chair when her hand left my leg to go directly up on my thigh. Nooo! She wouldn't!
"Are you all right?" Patrick gave me one of those sideways looks known to cops and I swallowed, feeling my Adam's apple jolt in my poor abused throat.
"Yeah," I nodded almost too quickly. "Just a cramp."
He laughed. "Those longs hours sitting behind this desk are already getting to you, man?" He stretched his hands and I cringed at the weird noise of his bones cracking. "But don't get too comfortable though. Chief will be here sooner than we think."
I chuckled nervously and kept the grunt forming in my throat in check. Now, see, I wasn't really one to moan or talk during sex. I was rather very quiet. Mostly because I really feed and get off more when I hear my lady moan and scream under me but also, I always imagined that I would sound silly.
But somehow with Marley, I always surprised myself to be the one making the loudest and strangest noises, sometimes having her put her hand on my mouth to shut me up if we were having a quickie in a place where we easily could be discovered.
So, when I felt her hand slowly sliding up and down my throbbing shaft through my pants, my first thought wasn't how can I stop her, but how will I be able to shush my embarrassing noises from the man sitting across me? And... cue the cold sweats.
"I'm telling you, dude." Patrick was saying carelessly, his head leaned back on his crossed hands. "That girl is trouble." I assumed he was talking about Marley and I nodded sheepishly.
'You have no idea, my friend,' I thought within myself.
I slowly glided my hand down to remove hers from my crotch and prevent her from pulling my zipper down but I jumped again when she bit me. God, she fucking bit me. Not hard, just enough that I was so much more aroused! I panicked and glanced over at Patrick but he was still lost in his talk, his head now leaned back and eyes closed. I took the opportunity to look down and glared at her under the desk and mouthed 'no' to her. But she just smiled playfully before pursing her lips at me, sending me a silent peck.
"But I've never really seen her act like that." I swung my head up at Patrick who was looking at me and I nodded in agreement. "It's like she has an agenda or something. I wonder if it is to piss her father off."
'Right now, dude, she's just pissing me off.' I thought again right before my skin crawled when she finally got me out and began to stroke my length gently, making me pulse in her warm hand. Oh. My. God.
"I pity the man who will fall in love with her," Patrick sighed sadly and I took the opportunity to sigh as well, but for oh so different reasons! "She will be a handful and so damn unpredictable..."
"I have no doubt!" I managed to mumble and bit my lip furiously when the tip of her tongue licked away the pre-cum that had leaked from my cock. My fingers desperately sought out for something to hold on to, knowing that the ride she was going to give me would be wild, and grabbed a pencil. Marvellous! Something I can hurt myself with.
Well maybe I could use it to beat down my cock and force it to go to its flaccid state because somehow, I had never felt so fucking aroused in my life. The only thought of having her suck me off while my partner was sitting right across from me was enough to make me shoot my load. Whoever said that having sex while someone was watching was awesome, only said half the truth; it was fucking amazing.
My hand turned into fist and covered my mouth when she deep-throated me, her warm canals surrounding every beating part of my harden flesh. Fuck, I can't breathe...
"... Although, she really is a beauty."
Wait, was Patrick still talking? I felt my toes curl inside my shoes when she pulled me out of her mouth before sliding right back down, her hand pulling my balls out as well and gently squeezing them. I closed my eyes and heard the pencil break in my hand.
"Joe? Hey, dude!" I quickly opened my eyes and let go of the broken pencil to hold on to the edges of the table. "Are you all right, man?"
"Yeah." My voice had never been so fucking hoarse. "Uh!" I couldn't suppress this one and Pat looked at me even funnier than he ever did. Great, now he will really question my sanity. But a light bulb managed to shine above my head, momentarily illuminating my deeply-lost-in-pleasure mind. "Just... my ulcer, man."
Yup, that was perfect. Everyone knew that I suffered from that and often had some serious episodes. Blame it on the ulcer. I brought my hand on my chest and felt happy to let out a groan as she was just grazing my sensitive tip with her teeth. I looked down to look at my hand on my chest and my eyes met with hers instead. She winked at me right before taking me deep in her throat again and I almost passed out, grunting louder than I wanted.
"Fuck, you really don't look good, man." I heard Patrick say with concern.
'Motherfucker, get out!' The frustrated voice in my head shouted. Only I could hear it but frankly, why couldn't he just leave and let me enjoy my fucking mind blowing blowjob? She ... oh... was going faster and ... fuck! So close! No! No, I had to hold it off. Think about... Oh!
"Stay there man, I'll get you the onsite nurse."
Say what?
"Pat, no," I shouted, throwing my hand over the desk to stop him and refrained from standing up, remembering that my dick would be pointing at him and most likely shooting straight at him. Now that, would be embarrassing. "I'll be fine," I stammered, using my foot to push Marley away as much as I could. But she was a sucker-- no pun intended-- and kept on sucking my penis' tip and squeezing my balls.
"I just need a couple of Tums and I'll be as good as new." I wiped away the sweat getting in my eyes before I opened my bottom drawer, rummaging through it frantically while praying that I still had a bottle of the antacids left there. But just as my fingers touched the bottle, I had another lighting idea. "Shit, I can't find it," I cursed, a little too dramatically, maybe? "Would you mind go get me a new bottle?" I asked, hopeful that I would finally get some privacy.
"Of course!" He stood up and I exhaled. But he turned around. Shit. "Where?"
You have got to be kidding me. "A drugstore," I gasped out again.
"Right." I smiled when he reached the door and grunted again when he turned around. Again. "Which one?"
Okay, is he serious? Or does he specifically know that I had a hot, burning, aching orgasm that was sitting right there in my loins, tugging at my balls, begging to be released while Marley, who knew me so well and knew where my G-spot was and was enjoying abusing it with her tongue just to have the sick pleasure of seeing me cum in front of my partner? Did they plan this? Did they wake up this morning and plotted together on the best way to torture me?
"Just. Choose one." My voice was even hoarser than before. "Really, there's hundreds of them, pick one. But just go!"
"Right." He nodded. "Don't die on me, all right. I'll be quick."
I wanted to shout at him to take all his time but didn't want to sound crazy again and just wished that he got a flat tire or something. I let out my breath that I was holding all along when the door finally closed behind him and rolled my chair back, looking down at this devil of a woman sucking my sanity out of my dick. I let my head drop back, closing my eyes and finally let my moans and pants go out as freely as they wanted, while keeping the volume down to a minimum.
I was plunging, going further down the deep whirlpool of pleasure, faster and faster at each stroke of her skilful hand on my balls, each passing of her tongue on my G-spot. I could already see the light, the glory and all the archangels sing as my load got out of my balls, traveled through the veins on my cock to get to my slit, ready to be spilled in her throat. So, fucking close. When she pulled me out and released me.
"What the...?" I quickly looked down at her again, my chest heaving, my breath uneven.
Instinctively, I immediately grabbed her head to pull her down on me again to find relief before I went right down insane, but she moved her head away from my hand.
"Go lock the door," she said and I blinked stupidly. She rolled the chair away and tried to stand up. "Go lock the door." She said again, this time saying the words slowly as if talking to a child and it finally clicked with me.
We didn't have a lot of time before someone else would require my attention, or before Patrick would run back with a bottle of antacids that I didn't need. So it was with hunger and unreleased desire that I pulled her up to sit on my desk and ravaged her mouth with a flaming kiss. She gave out a cry that I swallowed deep in my throat as I roughly opened her legs to step in between them; I was craving her so freaking much. I still had some unsatisfied hunger within me from the unfinished blowjob but I knew this was different. That craving was my instincts talking, commanding me to take her and leave her breathless and satisfied under me. It was an animal instinct to be the male alpha and ravage her. It was simple, basic and unstoppable.
So I kissed, teased her, sucked, tortured and extracted gasps and moans from her that she was fighting to keep down or swallow. My teeth nibbled at a hard nipple and enveloped her body in my arms as she bucked unto me, burying her aching breast deeper in my mouth. Her trembling fingers soon found my butt and I groaned like the animal that I had become when she scraped my skin with her nails in her quest to hold on to something.
But she only excited me even more, my body heat shooting through the roof and an intense desire running freely in my veins. I bucked my hips furiously in her hand as she found my virility again; stroking me very hard and I couldn't wait anymore. My hands fumbled to pull her skirt up and my fingers were inside her, feeling her. Testing her to see how ready she was for me, how willing she was to accept my raw, plain form inside of her.
Her nails were now digging on my shoulders and she started to writhe under my touch, deep breathless gasps leaving her mouth. Her hands fought to undo my belt and when she finally pulled my pants down, I shook my hips gently, forcing them to pool at my feet. I don't know when she had slipped her ass down so that my jumping cock rested against her entrance but I grabbed myself and rubbed the head against her wetness, probing with gentle strokes, watching her closely and waiting for that perfect moment to thrust in and make her lose complete control.
"Joe, baby." Oh, God! I loved when she whispered my name with need like that. Her hand went down to my butt and she tried to push me in while sliding her ass further down to take me but I resisted. "Come on. We don't have a lot of time." She cried furiously, her head rolling around desperately.
But I was enjoying this too much. Who was the weak one now, Missy? I nibbled on her ear and my free hand found a nipple to play with.
"Oh, God!" She gasped, as I tweaked and pulled on it; harder that I had intended, but it only seemed to make her wetter.
"God is unavailable right now," I whispered in her ear and I felt her shiver even more. "Maybe I can help you." I rubbed my cock harder against her and settled my tip right in the middle of the outer lips of her entrance. "Tell me what you want."
"You, Joseph!" She grabbed my face with both hands and her lips came next to mine. "Always you. All of you. All the time."
The beast woke up inside of me again, roaring, with that throat clogging feeling that I got accustomed to and I furiously grabbed her waist, bringing her hips down and shoved my dick deep inside of her up to the hilt in only one ravaging thrust. Once again, I swallowed her cry in my mouth, letting her scar me with her nails across my broad back and shoulders. I could feel her walls beating, protesting against the brutal intrusion and I wanted nothing more than to stay still and give her time to adjust but...
"Damn!" I groaned, eyes closed, feeling my hips moving on their own. I pulled her perfectly sculpted legs up to wrap around me, her heels pressing on my ass and a long, deep moan made my throat tremble as it got out, my head leaned back and eyes closed.
I couldn't think, I couldn't hear, see or even get some control. I was on autopilot, feeling every single part of her, stretching and opening to make way for me to fill her; surrounding me, accepting my dominance. Once again I let my most basic, primal instincts take control and my hands found her hips to lift, bring down on me and lift again. The next one a little higher and rougher than the previous, my hips moving harder, faster, soon going on overdrive.
"Joe..."
Her strangled cry forced me to open my eyes and quickly grabbed her face from the crook of neck that she had nestled there to stifle her moans and pants. I covered her lips with my own just in time to shush her scream as she came undone in my arms, shattering right in front of me as she frenziedly tried to hold on to my neck. But our lips stayed connected as my own growl followed when her orgasm milked mine out of me, bathing her insides with my essence.
I crumbled, spent but satisfied, the beast finally put to sleep as our bodies slowly nursed back to peace, still hugging each other. I relished in that after-glow where she would hold me so tightly and her head resting so quietly against my chest, listening to the drumming on my heart. God, I loved this. I managed to lift her up and sat down on one of the chairs in front of my desk, nestling her on my laps.
Patrick could be here any minute. I grunted out of annoyance and looked down at the beauty lying quietly in my arms. Her face had a certain glow, showing how satisfied and content she was. Her lips were bruised and swollen, with the lipstick half gone and the other half probably covering my own lips and neck. I was captivated by her and her loveliness, the natural glow that enveloped her. Her eyes moved under her eyelids and my heart skipped a beat when her thumb slowly stroked the back of my neck. My breath itched and I leaned my cheek on the side of her forehead, eyes closing on their own.
And I felt it again. But this time, my body wasn't pulsing, just my heart. As if it was swelling and wanted to explode to finally bust out of my chest. I wanted her more than ever but didn't feel like taking her. Not physically or sexually, just raw emotion. I wanted her mind, her thoughts and her being. I wanted to swallow it down, fight to make it disappear but the feeling persisted, leaving my chest to settle on my lips.
"I love you."
I smiled when she gasped and raised her head from my chest to look at me. I used my hand to remove her hair sticking up to her face and reveal her surprised look, tears shimmering in her eyes again. But something told me that this time, they were happy tears and I felt proud of these ones now, loving seeing them. She looked so young and fragile with less make-up. I wanted to keep her in my arms forever and never let her go, trapped within the comfort of my body, united forever.
What? Shit, was I being poetic now? Man, I knew falling in love would be trouble.
"Well, took you long enough."
I lifted my eyes on my beloved and sighed. Her tears had been replaced by twinkles.
"I'm not an expert or anything," I talked quietly, secretly liking the smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "But aren't you supposed to say it back?"
She snorted and jumped down my legs. "Only when you deserve it," she said as she fixed herself the best she could. "And when I feel like saying it."
I rolled my eyes and grunted while standing to pull my pants up after I replaced myself back inside my briefs. I tucked my shirt in my pants before zipping me up. Fresh as new. Well, I will be. As soon as I removed all of her lipsticks stains on me. Let's hope I didn't get any on my shirt. But I doubted it.
"And I guess none of those conditions apply at the moment." I pulled out of my thoughts to ask.
"Not after you made me walk the dangerous path of being a criminal, just to be able to see you." She was acting all offended and I couldn't help but roll my eyes again. I knew this game all too well! "Do you know what I had to go through? You were just being cruel and mean. How could...?"
I spaced her out while fixing up my tie, not really wanting to hear her rambling. She could go on for days like that. Oh yeah, did I mention that she had her own little flaws? Besides, I need to continue this narrating stuff I got going on with you here. So where was I?
Oh, yes! I said it, didn't I? I love her. And it feels great to finally accept it and let it out. And even though she didn't say it back yet, I knew that she felt the same way I did. I mean, she went through all those crazy stuff just so she could see me when I refused to see her and wanted to break things off. She didn't get arrested four times just to get a good fuck. She could have gotten one from any other non-cop, very agreeing guys always courting her. No, she sought me out. She wanted me. That had got to be love, right?
Although with women, you can never be sure... Nah... but could she? Damn it!
I looked at her still talking, a smile on her face but still trying to look and sound all angry at me. Aw, how cute! I grabbed her wrist and she yelped when she landed against my chest and kissed her to shut her up once and for all.
"I love you," I said to her again, my eyes in hers and my heart pounding crazily. Please, say it back, please say it back.
She wriggled her nose and rolled her eyes. "I will not say it to you." I exhaled. Go figure. "But I will tell everyone about it. Starting with my father."
Her father! Crap.
The delightful flutter in my stomach quickly disappeared, leaving it aching very, very badly. Was that fear or just my ulcer acting up? But before I could say or do anything, she walked away from my embrace and I panicked, when she picked up the phone on my desk.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, as if talking with a normal voice would make it more real.
"Calling daddy," she answered with seriousness and when she put a finger on her lips ordering me to shut up, I swear that if I didn't lean on the desk, I would have collapsed.
"Hey Joe, open up!" Patrick knocked loudly on the door and I buried my face in my hands, ready to cry my eyes out. How could this day get any worse? "What's going in there? Joseph, are you okay in there?"
Maybe if I hit my heels three times, I would be transported to a much better place. Oh right! That was just a fucking crappy movie. And this, was my nightmare.
I heard the door open --of course, Marley had to open it!-- and I saw Patrick's eyes travel from me, Marley and the phone she was holding. Hum, which one do you think gave us away? My red lips smeared with lipstick or Marley's dishevelled hair and still swollen lips? Was the strong smell of sex, cum and sweat still stinking up the room? Not to mention both our wrinkled and dirty clothes.
Or maybe he was just confused about why Marley was ordering him to stay quiet. Or even wondering why the clutter that was previously on my desk, was now on the floor... I guess I'll never know what he was thinking; anymore than what I was, for that matter.
"What hap...?" He started very slowly but Marley covered his mouth with her hand.
"Hi, daddy!" Her sweet and giggly voice rose in the office, happiness all over it.
I did that, I thought proudly. I made her happy like that. Oh, for the love of God, Joseph, focus! Oh, that pain in my stomach again!
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine thank you. You?" She answered politely. How freaking cute! "Oh, that's nice," she winked at me and I smiled. How could I smile at a time like this? I swear this girl drugged me.
Why wasn't I fighting with her to take the phone away from her? I mean, with Patrick's help, I was sure I could take her. But I didn't because deep inside, I was happy and relieved that Chief finally knew. Truly, I was proud and wanted both him and everyone in the world to know that she was mine and I hers. And having her telling him was the best thing ever.
Not that he would cut my balls in a gentler way hearing from her instead of me, but here's my theory: the man is stuck in the middle of the ocean and won't be back for the next two weeks. That would give him more than enough time to digest the news and calm down... a little. Unless he phoned one of his powerful friends to pick him up in a chopper and come back here in two hours.
I am screwed. I grabbed the bottle of Tums Patrick was still holding and rapidly chewed on two round tablets, perfectly knowing that they would not ease that pain still gnawing at my guts.
"No, I don't need you here," Marley said firmly. "Stay and have fun with your new friend." She giggled before her face became all serious again. "But I have something important to tell you though."
There you go. Can you feel the room getting smaller or is it just me? She took a deep breath and squealed very loudly. "Joe and I are in love."
I can't even... No, don't ask. I just filled my mouth with Tums. There. I'll die happy.
"Of course, it's not a joke!" She pouted and looked at me, chocking on my Tums. "No, I'm serious. I love him and he loves me." My poor, poor heart. Is that what a heart attack feels like? "No dad, I am serious. We have been going out for two months now and we love each other."
Maybe I could ask Patrick to just shoot me right now. Did I call death upon me? Hell yeah! But I was way too absorbed in that half conversation that I was listening to, to even pay attention to what I was feeling anymore.
"No listen, dad, listen," she said fiercely, her face harden with determination.
Oh, how I loved that woman! So much passion and fire. And it was all for me. Okay, that did make me feel better. A little.
"No more, dad," she continued with the same tone. "If you do anything to hurt him or bring us apart, I swear that we'll elope to Vegas, have your grandchildren and you will never get to know them." A silence lingered. Gripped me at the throat. "Yes, dad. I will take your grandchildren away from you if you take the man I love away from me."
Okay, should I feel happy and grateful that she was as ruthless as her father, or should I be afraid? Grateful for now, most likely very afraid later, I decided.
"And I want you to give us your blessing," she said with her dimpled chin raised high. "Thank you. Yes, of course, Joseph is here with me." No, no, no. "Okay, bye daddy, I love you." She turned to me and grinned. "Daddy wants to talk to you."
Of course, he does! I thought. I literally felt my ears go behind my head. I shook my head to her, silently begging her not to give me the phone while mentally planning out the tasks I had to finish before I left for what I knew was my last day of work, and tried to disappear into a self made witness protection program.
I quickly calculated the distance to the door, planning my escape. And that's when I saw Patrick who was ready to blow up from all the efforts he was making to hide his hysterical laugh. Did I miss something? What was so fucking funny?
"I'll see you tonight. My place." I turned my head to Marley who was getting on her toes to kiss my cheek and once more, I begged her with my eyes. But she put the phone on my chest and put her lips near my right ear. "I love you too." Wonderful! Great timing, sweetheart! "Bye, Patrick!"
She closed the door behind her, leaving behind a hysterical, eye dripping tears Patrick... and me, ready to pass out, holding a phone from which I knew my death sentence would come from.
"Hello?" It would have probably helped if I had sounded manlier but in reality I was just happy he was on a phone and not in front of me.
"Milton." The stern, loud and very angry voice of my boss made my ear ring but I had to listen till the end. "I have no fucking idea what you've been doing while I was gone but I can assure that you will not get away with it. You've been dating my daughter for two fucking months? Going behind my back? How dare you? And now you love each other?"
"Yes, sir," I thought smart to cut him there and answer. "I'm in love with your daughter and I would like..."
"What? Have my permission to break her heart? To put her in danger?"
"No, Sir. I would never..."
"You damn right you will never. Because if I even SUSPECT that you've broken her heart, if I see her cry ONE TIME, I will cut your balls myself, in tiny little edible pieces, boil them in salt water and eat them very slowly as an appetizer, do you fucking hear me?"
Okay, that was pretty descriptive and... scary. Thank God I didn't have to answer as he continued.
"I have a few friends in the Black Orps and believe me when I say that these men have been trained to cause maximum damage to your body with minimum..."
I put the phone down for a minute to grab another handful of Tums. It didn't really matter if my mouth was busy, I was just doing the listening here apparently, besides the threats would continue with variations on the same theme till for a bit I was sure.
"...give you my blessing. But I want you to understand first that I know a whole platoon of military men who are very fond of my daughter and they will not hesitate..."
Can he guess that I had put the phone down on the desk again? Let's see.
"...total denial. And only then, will I take your badge away from you. Is that fucking clear?"
Guess it was finally my turn to talk: "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now that's being said; welcome to the family." His voice was actually warmer? Wow! "Now tell me, what are your plans about my daughter? And I really hope that you are planning a proper marriage for her and not that 'eloping to Vegas' thing. What is it with you kids these days? And please tell me she's not pregnant. I will fucking make sure that you can never..."
I put the phone down again when his voice went back to the screeching sound. I put a finger under my tie to undo it and fell on a chair, completely ignoring Patrick who was ready to start rolling on the floor, suffocating with laughter. I took a deep breath before picking up the phone again. I had a feeling that it was going to be a long conversation.
Yep, it was a beautiful day. I got permission to be with my girl, didn't I?
\~The End\~ |
FSE | Title: Gauge's Day by Lexicon
Tags: Deep Penetration, Impregnation, M/F, Wolf
(This was just a story idea that popped into my head, and I had to get it out. Written in three hours, on no sleep, with a caffeine buzz from hell.)
Taxton County, California used to be quiet, serene, that kind of...thing. Farmer's country, with dirt roads and tilled soil as far as the eye could see. Small, old houses clustered into groups on the edges of the properties, making their own little neighborhoods where everyone knew everyone. But now, those damn city folk were just tearing up the spirit that made this life and land great, tryin' to get away from their own messes that they brought on themselves, and bringin' every last little bit of that nasty city attitude with 'em when they came out here, buyin' up the land and making a mess outta things.
Gauge closed his eyes and sighed, pulling the brim of his Renegade down over his eyes, something that he'd never admit that he was glad he could do. That hat was a nice piece of weave-work, stylish enough to be mistaken for a piece of an outfit that some wanna-be city slicker-playing-country rebel would pick up, but far more functional and useful. He loved that hat, the holes cut perfectly for his ears, letting them swivel and move, bent just right at the brim. It looked great on him, and he knew it.
But the hat wasn't the reason he was sighing, and his father, who'd been grumbling the previous rhetoric again in that gravelly, world-weary voice of his, knew it. "Oh, I'm sorry, is my son too busy thinking about those whores from San Francisco to listen to his father?" the old wolf growled, putting down the hammer he'd been swinging, nailing in a new doorframe to the barn. Gauge chuckled over at him and rolled his eyes, standing across the way. "First off, you were eyeballing 'em just as hard as I was, so don't gimme that shit, old man." he rumbled back, a passable imitation of his father. "Second, you know I hate that damn kind of talk. Those city folk aren't bad people. They're just kinda...y'know, dumb. You gotta give 'em time to learn!"
The old wolf tipped his head at his son, looking him over and smirking a little. "You sound like your mother. She had a forgiving heart, too." he said, Gauge drawing a slow breath as his father got a slightly-far-away look in his eyes for a second, then sniffed quietly and shook his head, turning back towards his work. "She paid for it, too. She got suckered in by some idiot farm boy from around here and wound up marryin' him." Gauge squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath for a second. His mother had died only two years prior from leukemia, and she'd been fighting for five years before that god-awful disease finally won. It still hurt his father to think about her, and he knew it, but all he dared do was reach over and lay a hand on the older wolf's shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze. "Gave him the best twenty four years of his life, too." his father finally said, driving the last nail home and taking a slow breath, reaching over and patting Gauge's hand. "I'm sorry, kiddo...I just...I say things...I just...I keep expecting her to come up behind me and smack me on the back of the head every time I do it."
Gauge smiled slightly and nodded, a little lump in his throat. "I miss her too. C'mon, she wouldn't want you moping around or working on your only day off." he sighed, swallowing that lump down and forcing a grin. "I got some hamburgers made up in the kitchen. Go make yourself one, and go easy on the mayo: Doc doesn't want you eating a lot of that fatty stuff until the meds kick in." His father nodded and sniffed again, making his "go away for a minute" motion with his hand, flicking his fingers down and out. Gauge took the hint, nodding and patting the old wolf on his shoulders, heading over to the garage on the other side of the house. He really did hate seeing his father like that, but what could he do? It was an unwritten rule out here that you didn't watch another man cry if you could help it, and his father was from the old school of thought that dishonor was worse than death. He sighed again, pushing the side door open and walking into the pole barn/garage, going to the basin and drawing some water to swish around in his mouth and swallow. A dirty old mirror over it reflected back his mother's eyes, and he swallowed softly, looking at his reflection for a moment...
A young grey and white timberwolf looked back, his eyes a soft bronze color, his mother's eyes for sure. His chin was white, pure and clean, the stark snowy color disappearing under the collar of his shirt, and bordered with a thin black line that separated the shifting stormcloud grey of the rest of his pelt, given only two white patches over each of his eyes to mark the deep silver and steel fur. He shook his head, pulling his hat off and setting it on the workbench next to him, drawing some more water to run through the fur on his head, shaking it out immediately after. This summer was bad, humid and hot, and he knew that everyone in the nearby city of Greenbriar was probably sweating from their electric bills rather than the heat with all of the air conditioners running on full blast. The thought brought a small smile to his lips, grabbing his hat and plopping it back down on his head, fishing in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes he'd smugged in and carefully hidden from his father. Finding the little box, he popped one between his lips, grabbing a handy lighter off of the bench and lighting up. This was his place, his peace of mind. This garage, that'd held so many pet projects and vehicles over his young years up until now, and currently held his pride and joy: a 1973 Triumph TR-6. An old Brit roadster that was all engine and so small that a Ford Escort looked big by comparison, yet would let you stretch out your legs completely in the footwells, and was faster than a raped ape. He'd been building that car up to factory spec since he found the old, gutted husk of it in Mike Rowling's field about twenty miles down the road. His dad refused to get in it, claiming that he didn't trust a car that had the steering wheel on the wrong side. "Lord knows what else they boned up when they made it!" he'd exclaim, a smirk on his face that Gauge knew and recognized as his father taking the piss out of him, or trying to.
The young wolf snorted, blowing a cloud of smoke through his nostrils as he slipped around the car, unbuttoning his shirt and tossing it in the side seat, flexing his arms. Young as he was, only 23, he had a build of a life-long laborer, just like his father, and his father before him. No washboard stomach, but a flat plane with a slight depression running down the middle, dividing the muscles beneath. His arms, showing a fair bit of definition, but nothing like those guys you saw in the cologne and clothing ads in the magazines at the gas station down the way. He sighed, flexing his arm and shaking his head: he never cared much for the way he looked, and it just made him feel a bit substandard, seeing all of that, and then comparing himself to it. Truth be told, what he saw, and what was really there was far, far different. Gauge's life of slinging hay bales and working the fields constantly showed more than a bit, with hard, powerful muscle and broad, sloping shoulders; arms that could pull up a two hundred and fifty pound haybale onto his chest and carry it to the back of a trailer without breaking a sweat. He'd caught more than a few looks whenever he went into town, but he never seemed to notice, usually too busy on his errands. He didn't see a strapping young wolf with a handsome profile and a strong body, he saw just another guy in the crowd who didn't look like a magazine ad.
Brushing the fur out of his arms, he slid a leg over a beaten, dirty Yamaha dirtbike and kicked the stand out from under it, balancing the heavy machine with practiced ease while he kicked the starter, getting the two-stroke sputtering raggedly on the third try. A quick blip of the throttle, and the old machine settled into a satisfying rumble, Gauge settling his foot on the peg and clicking the shift pedal into first, easing the clutch out and rolling the bike out of the garage, and onto a dusty, dirty trail that led out into the fields. The sun warmed his shoulders, the growl of the bike soothed his soul, and a little riding would lift his spirits considerably. Gripping his cigarette in his teeth and pulling the hat down over his head, the wolf hammered down on the throttle and popped the front wheel up, taking off into the California dust, headed towards the small road that ran by the south quarter of their property.
Bumps, curves, little rippling hills that launched the bike into the air, everything rolled beneath the big Yamaha, Gauge balancing on the footpegs and smiling, drawing on the cigarette again, then spitting it out and laying into the throttle, getting the bike up to a breakneck speed, ducking his head to keep his hat on. The big hill he'd been waiting for came up, his weight shifted, the bike tipped back, launched up, and soared. Time seemed to slow down in moments like this, the wolf just enjoying the feeling of weightlessness, flying, then feeling time speed up as he balanced, and stuck the landing perfectly, throwing back his head and letting out a wild howl...and promptly lost his hat. Gauge swore, stomping on the back brake and kicking the bike around, but already the wind was grabbing the hat, lifting it, throwing it across the small grove of trees into the next property line. The wolf didn't think, he just hammered the throttle, spun the rear tire, and took off after the hat, jumping across the road and weaving through the trees, flying up the small hill. The next property over the hill was an old empty house. Nobody had lived there for years, so Gauge never expected that when he jumped over that hill and made a once-in-a-lifetime catch, grabbing his hat out of the wind's grasp, that he'd come down towards a brand new above-ground swimming pool that hadn't been there a few months ago, with someone in a bikini that hadn't lived there a few months ago floating in it, just opening her mouth to scream as she got a clear view of the bottom skid-plate of the Yamaha, throwing her arms up instinctively.
Once again, time slowed down, Gauge's eyes widening as he twisted the bike in midair and did a bail, kicking the bike out and away from him, the two objects parting ways and taking on new trajectories. The bike landed in the yard and tumbled twice before coming to rest, sputtering, then dying. Gauge, on the other hand, came down hard in the pool, the impact dragging the female who was laying on a float into the cavitation left by his body flying into the water and striking the bottom HARD. The whole pool shook and bulged, and the woman came up almost instantly, gasping and looking around frantically. Gauge, however, wound up laying on the bottom of the pool, knocked stupid, opening his eyes and blinking at the sting of chorine in them, then scrambling, getting his feet under him and standing, his head and shoulders breaking the surface.
He grabbed the edge of the pool and gasped for breath, clinging to it like a lifeline while she took several slow steps back away from him, blinking in sheer amazement that not only was she not under that bike, but that the...wolf? Yeah, he was a wolf, and he wasn't dead. There's one for the record books. "What...the...FUCK?" she asked softly, half in wonder, and Gauge stiffened, turning slowly to see who it was that would probably be pressing some charges. Young, probably 20 or 21, definitely female from the shape and those C-cups beneath that barely-there bikini, and a wolf too! He squinted a bit. Mexican wolf, mottled gray and slim, quick-looking, with bright blue eyes, though. He thought Mexican wolves all had brown eyes...weird. "Yeah...um...Hey, I'm sorry about that. I didn't know anyone lived here...you do live here, right? Because I didn't know, this whole lot's been empty forever, and if I'd known you'd been here, I'd have never done that, but I was trying to get my hat before the wind took it too much farther, and I...I...fuck." he gasped out, stammering, trying to explain himself, and talking WAY too fast.
"Well, you and every other guy I know." she quipped, breathing quickly and pushing her hair back. "But only a few of 'em do it well."
Gauge gaped at her and managed to gulp in another breath, shaking his head out...then chuckling softly...the chuckle turning into a laugh...and that laugh turning into a braying, howling cackle as he leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut, letting himself fall off of the wall and float in the pool. The other wolf seemed to be joining him, sharing one of those nonsensical, relieved laughs that sometimes seems to follow narrowly escaping death. "Oh god...I...I'm going nuts...I'm so sorry." he gasped, holding his side and wincing a bit. "I'm...Gauge. Gauge Lambert." he said, knitting his eyebrows together.
"Angelina Montoya. Oh...you didn't break something, did you?" she asked, wading over to him and grabbing his hand, pulling it away from his side. "Hey, what th.." "Shut up and stay still." she barked, and Gauge twitched, blinking at her as she laid a hand over his side and ran her fingers down his ribs softly. "Nnh. Just bruised, if anything. Does it hurt?"
Gauge rocked his head back a little, lifting an eyebrow. "I just came fifteen feet straight down into a pool. Yeah, it hurts. You some kinda medic or something?" She grinned at him and rolled her eyes. "Actually, yeah. Paramedic. I got a job out here about three months ago. I swear, you country boys can rip yourselves up like nobody's business." she rumbled, letting Gauge go and looking over at his bike. "Can't imagine why. You're lucky as hell my mom isn't home, or she'd have probably shot you by now."
Gauge grinned and looked around, seeing his hat, sturdy as ever, floating on the water. "Better I don't run into her, then." he said, plucking the Renegade off of the surface and planting it back on his head. "Well, I wish I coulda met you with a handshake and a hello, but...I gotta run." he grunted, heaving himself out of the pool, his jeans waterlogged, along with his wallet. God, he needed a cigarette right about then, but sure enough, they were waterlogged, and getting out of here was his biggest problem at the moment.
"Hey Gauge!" she barked as he jogged over to his bike, giving him pause for a minute. "She's in Vegas for the week. You take me someplace up in Greenbriar where I can get a beer and maybe I won't press charges on your ass for reckless endangerment." she chuckled, resting her arms on the edge of the pool, her chin propped on them. "Might help me make a few friends. I'm getting kinda stir crazy being all alone out here." The timberwolf blinked back at her, a smile starting to lift the corners of his mouth. "Lady, I'll buy you a whole damn beer truck if you don't call the cops on me. Deal."
Angelina grinned and pulled herself up and out of the pool, shaking herself out quickly. "Yessss! I'll go get changed. Wait right here!" she barked, jogging into the house. Lord, did that girl have a fine ass on her, he thought to himself, raising an eyebrow. She won't have any trouble making friends looking like that.. He smiled, turning back to the bike and doing a quick check. These big Yamaha's were built to take a spill or two and be okay, and sure enough, the bike pulled through nicely, after he cleared some sod off of the engine and the intake. Just as he fired up the bike, Angelina came jogging back out wearing a pair of ripped up jeans that looked like they came right out of one of those trendy perfume ads and her bikini top, showing the colors of the Mexican flag. She hopped up onto the back of the bike, wrapping her arms around Gauge's middle as he let the clutch out and rolled the bike around the house and back out onto the road. Gauge tipped his head down, opening up the throttle again and kicking through the gears rapidly, rolling along the only paved road in this part of the county, letting the clear breeze clean the chlorine out of his nose and dry his fur out, cooling him in the humid midday sun in the process. Of course, the slim arms wrapped around his middle, and the firm breasts pressed against his back helped elevate his mood considerably, too. He wanted to talk to her, to say something, anything to figure out why a woman he'd nearly killed had decided to do this, but the wind made it a near-impossible prospect at best. Well, he'd be in town soon and he could ask all the questions he wanted then.
Behind him, Angelina smirked, her tail flipping in the wind, ears flat on her head against the noise, and the oddly-nice smell of Gauge in front of her. She shivered a bit, blinking and passing it off as a chill from the wind. What WAS she doing? This guy nearly killed her being an idiot and not looking where he was going. She should've called the cops right then and there... But...he seemed so freaked out, he didn't know, and the realtor DID say the property had been empty for a couple years. That's how they got the house so cheap, after all. Besides...then she wouldn't be here. She smiled and wrapped her arms a little tighter around Gauge, scooting forwards on the seat and hugging the outsides of his thighs. Jeez, she was acting like she was in...heat...oh. Angelina blushed in her ears, squeezing her eyes shut. Damnit, she'd forgotten her pill again...well, she'd just have to be really careful not to let it get out of control, that's all. She was a grown woman, she could handle a few hormones and a silly male. A silly, cute, powerful male, riding on his bike...vibrating between...her thighs...Oh...wow... "Mmh! H-hey...Gauge...can...we...ssstop?" she asks, her breath deserting her and her voice lost to the wind. Gauge hadn't even heard her, and what was worse, he was pushing the throttle harder, the bike just BUZZING between her thighs, right on her...Ohhhh... "Ga...gaaaaauge..." she whined, gripping him a little tighter and biting her lower lip. The engine was driving her nuts now, feeling the heat low in her belly getting hotter, the jeans growing a little darker between her thighs as she flexed her toes on the pegs beneath them, worrying her lower lip. God, she didn't need this. This was bad...she wasn't worried about falling off of the bike...but she'd be humiliated if she...did...THAT right now.
Gauge tipped his head a little, feeling her grip him a little tighter, a thrill running up his spine. It's wasn't every day that he got someone as nice looking as Angelina pressed up against him. He goosed the throttle a little more, only another couple of miles into town, and the bar. His buddy's father owned the place, and they usually had a pretty good selection on tap. If all it took was a few beers to get him out of this, then he'd gladly fork over the money, and it'd be a great bar story later. Hell, if she got along with Mary at the bar, he could say mission accomplished and sleep easy tonight! He didn't even realize that Angelina was starting to twitch and squeak behind him, breathing hard and fast, rapidly dampening the crotch of her jeans as she felt the pleasure building inside her, the bike like a sweet torture to her, and she realized that they still had another five minutes of riding before she had any chance of the bike stopping. She wasn't going to last the next thirty seconds, let alone five minutes! Her toes curled, wrapping around the pegs, and her claws dug into Gauge's chest, gripping the timberwolf's fur as she bared and grit her teeth, pressing her cheek into his back and shaking wildly, sucking air from between her teeth and squeezing the bike with her thighs. Gauge yelped, killing the throttle and hitting the brakes, slowing enough to ask her what she was...doing? The gasping and twitching registered first, Gauge's eyes opening wide as he looked over his shoulder, not quite sure what was going on...but then that scent hit him and he went rigid, his shaft thickening suddenly in his jeans. "Did...you just...?" he asked, bringing the bike to a stop at the side of the road, panting already as his nostrils flared.
Angelina squeaked loudly and did the only thing she could do...hid her face in his back, still twitching softly as the last few pulses ran through her, soaking the crotch of her jeans thoroughly. "Oh god...oh...god...I'm...so sorry..." she whined, her ears burning and flat against her black hair, gripping his chest tightly and shaking while her body comes back under her control...for the most part. Gauge grinned and chuckled quietly, then bit it off, shifting a little on the bike, turning to regard her with a smirk. "You're in heat, aren't you?" Angelina tensed, and nodded quickly, still trying to hide her face, looking down at the seat of the bike. "It's...I just...I forgot my pill, and I didn't realize it..."
"Wait...you didn't know?" Gauge asked, tipping his head. "How do you not realize that?"
Angelina bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut. "You don't realize it until you're around a guy. I've probably been in heat for a couple of days..."
"And you haven't been around any guys? C'mon, I'll take you back home and you can call...whoever it is you have." Gauge said, biting his tongue to get his cock under control, threatening to make quite the outline against his jeans.
"...I don't have anyone..."
Gauge stopped mid-kick on the bike, turning back to look at her. "Nobody? Wow. How long've you been out here?" It was unheard of. Females in season usually had a "safe" partner that they could call on to keep them sane, or they had mates, or they took suppressants. But if she was already in heat, had nobody, and the suppressants took a week to work...
"Two months. It's my first heat out here." she sighed, rubbing her face. "God, I'm so embarassed...I...mmh." she trailed of, covering her head with her hands.
"Well, y'know, you don't have to be. Embarassed, I mean." he mumbled, then flicked his ears. "C'mon, I'll take you back home. I don't think you wanna walk into a bar in your state." he said quietly, kicking the bike's engine over, and yelping again when Angelina's nails dug into his chest and she shuddered. "Take it...slooooww..." she whimpered into his ear, and Gauge blushed brightly in his ears, finally seeing the puzzle solved. She'd got off from his bike. Heh. He thought that was an old dirty joke, not something that actually happened. "Okay..." he sighed, turning the bike around and taking it lazily back down the road, trying not to kick the throttle up too high. It did help, but not as much as Angelina would have liked, her body feeling like it was throbbing by the time Gauge turned into her driveway, stopping the bike and killing the motor.
"Hey...we'll get those beers some other time." he said, forcing a weak chuckle, losing the battle with his body. God, his jeans felt tight. He hadn't got off in...months? He was always too busy to deal with it, and always too tired at night...It really had been months! He swore he could feel his balls churning, the scent of a fertile female sending them into overdrive. The thick outline of his shaft didn't escape Angelina either, throbbing against his jeans, the big timberwolf stiffening when she laid her hand over his bulge, feeling the heat radiating off of it. He smelled SO good to her right now, tracing a fingertip up the denim-trapped length, feeling it harden even more, and the wolf in front of her moan. "Gauge?" she whispered, nuzzling under his ear. "Will you...come in with me?"
Gauge's body went rigid, his tail quivering and his shaft screaming at him to be released. "You're...in hhhheat..." he gasps, gripping the handlebars tightly, trying not to let the bike tip. "You...could...ah..."
Angelina grrrowled cutely against his neck, sliding her fingers up and down his length, loving the scent of him...his musk, the warm, dry smell of a male so aroused, lightly biting his shoulder and making him gasp. "Mmh...forget about that...I'll take my chances..." she nearly purred into his ear. "Come in, Gauge. Help me. Or so help me god, I'm going to fuck you right here in the front yard." she hissed, her thighs twitching softly as she slid off of the bike, grabbing Gauge by the waistband and pulling at him, trying to urge him off of the bike and inside with her. She didn't need to work much, the poor timberwolf's resistance was at an end, growling and following her easily inside, where they made it as far as the living room before her jeans somehow slipped down off of her hips to be kicked aside by a paw, leaving that delicious little heart-shaped rump bared and exposed to his gaze. The little mexican wolf grinned, rounding on Gauge and gripping his pants, popping the button and yanking them down, leaving her face to tip with a good ten inches of wonderfully-thick wolfcock bobbing in front her nose. Angelina giggled, her tonguetip slipping out, lapping lightly at his tip as a bead of clear precum grew from the tip, the whole length of him musky, hard, and so hot to the touch, Gauge only barely keeping himself in check and not tackling her to the floor. "Mmh..c'mere baby..." she mumbles softly up at him, pulling at his hips, urging him down to kneel between her spread thighs, lifting her head and tipping her muzzle, kissing him deeply, hungrily, her tongue slipping across the bridge to engage his in a soft wrestling match.
That was the last straw for Gauge, his hands gripping at the carpet, pushing against her, pressing her down to the floor with his body, and grinding his girthy cock against her belly, the little mexican squeaking softly beneath him and arching her hips, the heat of his shaft so intense against her. "God, Gauge...please..."she mewls, some small part of her mind scolding her for this, making her blush in her ears, but she doesn't care enough to stop the big timber above her as his pointed, drooling tip nuzzles down between her lips, and slowly starts to press in, spearing her open, spreading her around the tip. "Ohhhh..." She rumbles, ready to scream at him to quit playing, but never gets the chance. With a vicious snarl, Gauge's hips slam into her, driving the whole of his length up into the fertile, firey depths of her cunny, making her grip at his back and jerk her hips, squealing softly. He feels so GOOD! She can feel every inch of him inside her, so bare, so virile in her sex, loving how he fills her up, and how his tip reaches almost right up to her womb, just short of tickling the little inner mound that guards the fertile little pocket that's burning in her guts right now. Gauge shudders and growls softly, his cock jerking, spurting a streamer of his precum deep inside, letting her feel the warm jet in her belly. He can't help himself, everything in him is screaming to fuck this bitch senseless and empty his aching balls into her, and what reason does he have to deny himself that? His hips draw back, sliding through the wet, slippery heat of her folds, making him roll his eyes back and reverse himself halfway, pumping back up into her, his balls slapping up against her rump, drawing a squeal out of her. Another thrust...another yet, and Gauge loses all control, pushing his chest down against hers, pinning her firmly, and starting to rut her wildly, his hips smacking into her body over and over, mixing with the soft slurping and squelching of her sex choking around his cock, and his balls patting at her rump, practically sloshing with a backlog of virile spunk.
Angelina claws at his back, throwing her thighs out widely, heels digging into the carpet as Gauge goes nuts on her, lifting her hips and grunting sharply with each thrust. God, he's doing it so HARD, so deep, maybe these country boys had a use after all! She might have laughed at that thought, but her body was tensing, screaming for a climax that'd been in the making since Gauge had shut the bike off, and now it was coming on full-bore. The little wolf throws her head back, howling loudly, the noise choking a bit each time the heavy wolfcock pumps into her belly again. Her pussy squeezes down at him, rippling, soaking him, letting him thrust faster, deeper into her, his tip really tickling at her cervix now, teasing the fertile, eager womb behind it, and the female it belongs to. She claws at his back, tossing her head side to side and gasping for breath as she pulses around him, riding it out and shuddering as it leave her bucking up at him, grinning and scratching at his back. "Oh god yeah...That's...IT!" she squeaks, panting into his ear as he pushes himself up, getting a better angle to drive even deeper, nuzzling firmly at her womb's entrance as his knot starts to bulge, stroking along her walls and growing by the second. "Fucking tie me, babe!" she hisses, the scent of her heat everywhere, and all over him now, inescapeable as she jostles beneath him, her breasts bouncing on her chest.
Gauge grits his teeth, any rational part of his mind that might stop him from doing this long since shut down. Powerful hips driving against her, scooting her along the ground, driving that thick, swelling cock deep inside her, and the smell of her, so wonderfully fertile, making him quiver at the thought of claiming her so and start to fuck her even faster. He can feel his balls tightening already, the wolf beneath him starting to squeeze around his cock again, her breathing getting higher, gasping his name, gripping at him. A grin graces his muzzle, his tail flagging high. Another one for her, then he'd do what he needed...and with that, he pushes in hard and starts to grind, short rolling thrusts that press his growing knot inside her and hold it there, letting it stroke and press against her g-spot, while his groinfur tickles at her clit, moaning and ducking his head, nipping at her neck. Angelina squeaks and jerks, her fingers clawing at his back, gripping his hips, pulling him against her while she feels herself start to tense again, getting closer...closer... "GAUGE!" she screams, her hips jerking up sharply against him, quivering in the air as her pussy milks and pulls at his cock, clenching behind his knot, holding it until it's swollen so large, there's no way of getting it out! The timberwolf squeezes his eyes shut, tugging his hips around, feeling her sex clinging to him, gripping his knot like a vice, and his balls tightening and throbbing, ready to pump her full of his seed. "I'm...gonna...cum!" he moans out, feeling her walls working their magic, her body, so wonderful beneath him, so eager, arching against him, it's all too much. The instant she starts to relax around his shaft, Gauge throws back his head and lets out a triumphant HOWL, his cock lifting inside her, and Angelina gasps, feeling a powerful, hot rush deep in her sex, spurting right against her cervix, pushing through it to bubble up into her womb. The big wolf above her shudders, grinding his hips into her, sowing his seed into her belly with spurt after powerful spurt, filling her up rapidly with a thick lake of the potent spunk, unleashing billions of sperm into her fertile fields.
Angelina grips at him, her legs wrapping around his waist, holding him tight against her as she quivers, gasping softly with each spurt. It's so hot inside her...molten, boiling in her belly, but so GOOD. She swears she can feel his seed wriggling in her heat-stricken womb, rushing deeper inside her, sating her burning need even as more and more of it gets pumped into her sex, clinging to Gauge until he finally shudders, the wild spurts easing down to gentle surges that dribble thick globs ofhis spunk deep in her folds. Angelina grins and pulls him down to rest against her, panting hard, rolling to her side and nuzzling under his chin. A little thrill runs up her spine, amazed at just how filled she's become. "Wow...Gauge..." she mumbles, kissing his throat and grinning at him. "You stud-puppy..."
Gauge just grins stupidly at her and kisses her nose. "Welcome to the neighborhood..." |
bodyinflation | Tags: Breast Inflation, Hourglass Inflation, Female Inflation, floating, magic, Prose that Blows 500 (2009), Prose that Blows Runner-Up: Best Character
Text: Stuck twenty feet in the air, trapped in an old haybarn. Looking back on her bizarre situation, Hayley knew she should have stayed in bed today.
But Emma had insisted she come here, claiming that she had discovered an 'awesome spell in the 'Magick for Beginners' book they had bought.
"Em, are you really sure this will work?" She had asked while Emma mixed up the potion in a beaker.
Emma had glared in response. "Of course it will. All the other potions we made did. The fire one, the hair growth one..."
"But a potion which makes you fly? Even for magic, that's a little farfetched."
"Come on Hayley, you gotta believe! Belief is the entire cornerstone of magic, you know. Besides, what do we have to lose?"
She had a point. And thus, they both held two mugs of the strange smelling concoction.
"Sooo, how does this stuff work? Do we grow wings, or is it a telekinesis thing?"
"Beats me, the book just says it makes you fly. Come on, let's try it already."
The drinks were swallowed. They waited for something to happen. Nothing did. Hayley was about to give up...
When she'd felt it. A strange tingling sensation in her chest. She'd turned to Emma for answers...
And witnessed Emma's chest suddenly explode outwards.
Emma had stared in awe as she watched her breasts expand to the size of melons, pushing out and drawing the fabric of her dress tight around her chest. Her skirt was pushed upward as her hips and thighs grew thicker.
It was only when she'd felt her bra snap that Hayley realized the same thing was happening to her.
She'd looked down to see her view filled with her breasts, pulling her t-shirt tight around her as they grew. She'd tried to move away, but her legs were suddenly stiff. Her jeans had become skintight around her fattening legs and bottom, as they filled up every inch of space.
They could only watch each other in shock as their tops tore open, and two pairs of basketball sized breasts spilled out, swelling even faster once free of their confines. Buttons popped and cloth shredded as their lower garments gave up the fight against their growing hips, and fell around their feet.
The tingling stopped, but was replaced by another sensation, of being pulled into the air. Hayley shrieked as she realized she was floating upwards, flailing around helplessly as her expanded breasts rose, pulling the rest of her body behind them.
So here they were. Half naked, sporting gigantic breasts and hips, and hovering in the air like living balloons. But while Hayley was glaring at the floor in frustration, Emma was having the time of her life.
Hayley watched as Emma pushed against a wall, sending her swollen body careering across the room.
"This is so awesome!"
"Awesome?! You turned us into balloons!"
"Oh, minor details. We're flying, aren't we?" Emma laughed as she spun around.
"Look, when does this stuff wear off?"
Emma suddenly swallowed uncomfortably
"Wear... off?"
Hayley groaned. She never should have bought that damn book.
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FSE | Title: The Dish Revenge by RedStarAce
Tags: Blood Elf, M/M, No-Yiff, Tragedy, War, Worgen, World of Warcraft, forsaken
The Dish Revenge
By: Alex Ritter aka RedStarAce
As the lazy sun begins to set, its warming rays begin to bath the skies in reds and brilliant streaks of gold. The clouds drifting slowly only adding the beauty of the skies. The earth below these skies however, seems to blur into the scarlet and reds of the heavens above. Bodies lay strewn across a vast once lush field; many of those that lay across the trampled grain groan in agony, and beg for relief from their mortal suffering. Orcs, tauren, trolls, and other races of the Horde lay beaten, broken, and dieing next to the Humans, gnomes, dwarfs, and the races of the Alliance.
Two combatants yet stand however, among the darkening field of death and suffering their steel and wills continue to clash. An exhausted worgen hunter, reduced to wielding a fallen warrior's sword finds himself facing an equally tired and drained blood elf paladin. With a strain cry the paladin raises his large two-handed elven steel war-hammer and brings it down at the lupine humanoid. The paladin drained and all but broken in will and spirit easily misses the worgen's kick with its left leg; while the beast's sword arches up and deflects the blow away. The elven warrior stumbles backwards; his breath ragged, more so than the hunter's. The two stare at the other once more. Before with a dry cough the paladin mutters coldly "So...this is how it will be?" the paladin looks around lazily for a moment seeing so many of the dead and dieing. His heart aches to ease their suffering if only to grant them their deserved peace and eternal rest. The worgen merely flicks an ear at the comment before he sighs; changing his stance bring the sword to be held in two claw hands instead of held in one.
"It is how it is father." The paladin looks to the worgen; a look of absolute sadness painted across his face. "So you finally have a voice now?" The worgen gives a small dark chuckle as he starts to circle the blood elf. "I've always had a voice. You just never listened. How could you if you kept running away from family?" The paladin lunges at the worgen the pained look on his face flashing over to one of uncontrolled fury. "I NEVER RAN FROM MY FAMILY!!" The paladin spat. His attack clumsy due to his exhaustion, allowing the worgen to easily dodge and deflect the attack. The beast attacking back with a sharp side kick to the warrior's exposed side and earns a pained cry from the attack. The paladin slumps to his knees and looks to the beast with disgust. "Tell me how did you survive?! TELL ME!" the elf snaps at the beast; to which the worgen simple shrugs. "Funny story about how that played out. It began the day you left...oh so long ago."
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"Mom where did Dad go?" A young half-elf asks as he walks up to his human mother, he features showing her age but still holding the beauty that had surly ensnared young hearts before his father's. She sighs as she looks out the window towards the main road leading north from the village. "He is a warrior and a member of the army of Quel'Thalas, Quine he will be back I'm sure in a few days." The young boy sighs looking down to his small boots for a moment before shaking his head and running out of the house. His mother watches from a window a sad look on her face. She watches until her eyes turn towards the dark clouds approaching from the south.
A short distance from the Village of Valkrian, Qunie angrily tosses some stones into a river. He hard heard his dad argue with his mother the night before; and hearing what he said to his grandfather and uncle that morning only added to his anger and depression. His father's words ringing in his ears "They would only be a hindrance Mariel! We need speed if we are to make a difference!" Were they really just a hindrance to the elven warrior? he wondered this as he continued to toss stones into the clear blue water. That is until it turns red, as he turns to look down the river he comes to see the approaching clouds; and now the rising smoke and glow of fires, in the direction of home. He raced home only to find horror unlike anything he had ever seen, heard, or dreamed he would see before. So he ran, he ran and hid, and once darkness had truly fallen, he ran once more even deeper into the forest.
The clouds opened up with a heavy down pour; the rain cold and sharp. The sting kept him awake and helped him keep going. He ran as fast as his legs would go, he had to; if he fell or slowed down they would catch him. He would die, just like the others and then be brought back to serve. He would not let that happen to himself, he had promised to his mother he would survive. He ran a little faster as the image of what the undead had done to his home of Valkrian. In the distance he could still hear the drums of the undead army. Further he could just faintly still hear the cries of the gargoyles and some of the other monsters in their ranks. All of a sudden a new sound ripped across the evening skies, a howl that made the blood run cold. The young half-elf stopped dead in his tracks looking around in panic; another howl this time closer. Was it to the north? He glances around frantically; his hands drawing his one remaining weapon a simple elven short sword.
Another howl soon followed by others; they were even closer now. Panic began to grip the young boy again, until it became absolute terror when a sharp shriek announced the arrival of undead gargoyles right above him; the whoosh of the wind and their wings falling down on the boy from above. He turns in time to see one with its talons outstretched to claim his life all but atop him. With a furious roar a furred form explodes from the darkness and tackles the lead gargoyle to the forest floor, its shrieks are silenced with a sickening snap and crunch. The furred form rises from four legs to two and utters the same howl that had frighten the boy earlier. Above the storm clouds began to part and the light of the twin moons revealed that which had hidden in the shadows and darkness. The creatures were like wolves, but they stood on two legs as easily as on all fours. Their muzzles held vicious fangs and teeth, while their hands ended in murderous claws. These were unlike any monster he had seen before. The boy suddenly snapped out of his trance as the largest of the beasts wearing a heavy weathered cloak raised its head and howled louder than any before.
The boy quickly ducked and hid under a fallen tree as the beasts began to fight with the gargoyles and soon with the scourge that had been following them. The battle was horrific to behold as the beast ripped the undead to pieces. It was gory as entrails, flesh, blood and bone were sent scattering about the forest floor and splashed onto the trunks of trees. It was sickening as some of the beast bit heads off and others crushed of chunks of the larger undead abominations. It was then he saw it; the undead necromancer that had lead the attack on his village, the one who killed his mother. That was when he saw her, she was fighting the cloaked beast and was pushing him back. For all of the creatures fury and strength her agility and deathly control easily allowed her to walk rings about his slashing claws and snapping jaws. As he watched her he realized she had a smile on her face. 'Was she enjoying this violence? She couldn't she would enjoy meaningless violence!' he thought. After a short moment he looked away before he stifled a sob in his throat. She wasn't his mother, she was just some undead wearing her face. That's what it was he told himself. With a glance back he saw the beast on its back being held down by two abominations as she moved in for the kill. Without realizing it the young boy rushed from his hiding place; as fast and as quietly as he had been taught and before she or anyone knew what happened there was a clash between steel and soft flesh and bone. Slowly the undead human women turned her body to see the boy; her boy standing there drawing his short sword back close to him. A soft smile crossed her lips, just as her severed head fell from her shoulders. It and her body fall to the forest floor with a soft thud.
Staring at the body the boy feels wetness on his face but all he can feel is a fire as if his body was caught in a casters fire spell. It was surging from deep within and soon he screamed as loud as his lungs and voice would allow and in a blind fury surged at one of the abomination which stared dumbfounded at the boy's charge. It reacts to slowly to stop its own head from being severed, and as it slumps lifelessly to the ground the boys fury turns onto the next be finds it being dealt with by the cloaked beast. He looks around, the others of its kind are dealing with the gargoyles and ghouls; where was the necromancer? He blinked as he spotted him and against all better judgment ran past combating forces and raced towards the monster. The caster to busy trying to keep the feral lupine beasts at bay fails to notice the boy's advance and screams in agony as he feels steel pierce his chest, again and again the boy stabs at the caster. The body falling with him still lashing at it to the forest floor, his sword continues to strike at the body. His anger, his hate, his sadness, and his fear all pour into his mutilation of the body.
Until a strong hand grasp his arms and a deep voice pierces his suffering. "It is done child, it is done." The boy turns to find the furred beast holding his arms up firmly yet gently at the same time. The claws resting on his flesh and yet not cutting him. The beast eyes burn with a fury; and yet beneath them he sees...compassion. The boy lets go of the bloody sword and begins to sob uncontrollable. The boy lunges at the creature and clings to its chest as he weeps. The creature for all of its vicious appearance tenderly cuddles the boy and gently lifts him up. "Welcome home little one. Welcome to your new family. I am Alpha Prime, I am now your Alpha." The boy only cries his suffering out as he continues to hug onto the furred frame as he feels himself taken away from the fear and cold world of death.
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The worgen gives a small sigh as he once more looks down on the paladin who slowly moves to stand. "That's how I survived. I found a new home, a new family, a new life." The worgen growls as the paladins glares at him. "So you became a worgen, joined the alliance, and now fight against your own father and people?" The paladin clenches his hammer tightly before he moves attack again, the blow once more clumsy and easily deflected by the hunter. He after the deflection weaves to the side and slashes the sword along the paladin's back; drawing a strangled cry of pain from the blood elf as he falls once more to the ground. A deep red gash begins to weep blood onto the paladin's armor and the already bloody soil beneath him. "The blood elves are not my people. Hell even humans are not my people." The worgen frowns looking around the field. He spots her as she tries to attack him with her two short swords. Stepping to the side the worgen kicks the forsaken hunter in the back sending her to land on top of the paladin.
A look of absolute disgust crossing the worgen's muzzle. "I was starting to think my nose had lied to me." The undead hunter slowly moves and turns to help the paladin to sit on his knees. The two face the worgen he continues to look down on them. "What will you do now then Qunie, my son?" The forsaken female ask, as she hugs the paladin protectively. The worgen cocks his head to the left for a second before he utters a sharp howl to the heavens; when it ends a series of roars and other calls answer in return. "Mother, you are guilty for crimes against the people of Gilneas and the worgen alike. Father, you are guilty of abandoning our family and home, and like wise also committing crimes against the worgen." The worgen's muzzle begins to slip back into a dark fang filled grin.
The two horde blink as they see forms starting to approach in the darkness, they both realize they can only see where the worgen is because of his glowing emerald eyes. "I am a beastmaster mother, and I am also a worgen of the Alliance. You two even if your my parents by blood are still my enemies by facts and by your people's actions. For all that you and your kind have done I will now adhere to the advice my pack father, my Alpha taught me. Revenge is best savored and allowed to ripen with age. For two years I've planned for this moment, and now I will have my dish." The paladin starting to feel the fear in his heart rise summons what little strength he has left into his hammer which flashes into a brilliant star of light in the darkness.
What he and his undead wife see is one of absolute horror. Standing next to their son; his animal companions have returned from their scavenging of the battlefield at his call. The worgen chuckles darkly as he gently scratches the horns on a black warp stalker. "WAIT WHAT CRIMES HAVE WE COMMITTED TO WARRANT THIS!?" the forsaken women screams out as the beast hiss and growl at them. "YES WHAT HAVE WE DONE TO WARRANT THIS FROM OUR OWN SON!?" The worgen glares at them before he snaps back "YOU DESTROYED THE NEW LIFE I HAD STARTED!"
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"Qunie love your dreaming again." The worgen blinks looking up to find a handsome young night elf male standing in front of him. The young elf chuckles softly as the worgen just gets a silly grin on his face. "if you keep grinning like that your face will stick like that someday." The elf jokes as the worgen suddenly reaches up and brings him down into his lap. "I'm sure there are worse and maybe better things that can get stuck." The worgen smiles leaning in to gently lick at the elf's neck earning him a soft moan from the young male. "So what brings you to my part of town Mardant?" The elf slowly rearranging himself to be sitting against the worgen in his lap. The beast only chuckles softly hugging his mate close to his chest.
The night elf sighs before he begins to speak "Orders came in today. I am being sent to help with the recovering and resettling of the plaguelands." The worgen's ears fall flat against his skull as he looks down to the elf. "How soon till you have to ship out?" The worgen asks. "I've got three days to pack and be ready at the tram." The worgen nods and looks out at the lake near the main keep of Stormwind City. The worgen had arrived in the city a year ago and had quickly found a place in the city and in the world in general. He was one of the newest ambassadors between the members of the alliance and the neutral races of the world. It was during his trip with some of the Gilneans at the time of their readmission to the Alliance that Qunie had first met Mardant a night elf druid. The elf looked up to the worgen and smiled, he gently reaches a hand up to stroke the creature's small beard. Qunie looks down to him before leaning in and sharing a kiss with his mate. "I could arrange to join you as a part of the corp to meet with the Argent Crusade." Mardant shakes his head and sighs. "No Qunie, you have your trip to Uldum in two days. You can't afford to not be there for the trade talks with the Tol'vir of Ramkahen." The elf gently cups his mate's cheek lifting the sad face to look him in the eyes. "I will be safe, I am a member of the Cenarion Circle the Horde will not attack us. We will be there to heal the land. Not fight over it." His eyes filled with fear slowly close before opening again with a love and compassion he had come to know quiet well over the course of their courtship.
Tenderly the two embrace and soon left to retire to their home.
Two days later Qunie Darkmantel leaves for Uldum aboard the Alliance Diplomatic Crop Ship "Pillar of Prosperity" and a day later he learned that Mardant was on his way north to the Western Plaguelands with others of the Cenarion Circle.
The trip to Uldum proved uneventful; and the talks with the Tol'vir went by smoothly. Qunie loved meeting different people, even more so if they weren't apart of the horde yet. It was a chance to if not subtly get them to favor the alliance to at least get them to keep a guard up when dealing with the horde. Especially with their current warchief Garrosh Hellscream. Qunie smiled, as he laughed and talked with Marrek; a friend he had made on his first adventure into Uldum. The two joked and talked about their lives; ranging from Marrek's mate's new love for Qunie's stuff flat-bread, to Mardant's enjoyment of the silks and fabrics from the Tol'vir. The two friends soon sat at one of the cities many cafes and begin a slow lunch.
Soon several other friends and fellow diplomats join the pair. Khrun Thunderbeard a dwarven diplomat along with the tauren shaman Brumm Misthorn join them along with others. Soon the impromptu party kicks off as the dwarves and some of the tol'vir tap the first full kegs of drink. Once the alcohol starts to flow, and warm food joins it in full tummies; song and laughter soon join together. Qunie couldn't help but smile, it was at places like this that such wonderful events could just happen. Where orc and human could toast a drink together without purposely coming to blows. He sighed even he found what anger he ever did have from his earlier days with the Alliance for the Horde evaporate at times like this. Suddenly a gently hand grasped his shoulder interrupting his train of thought and the conversation he had been having with a Forsaken diplomat. He turned to find a Tol'vir guard there and he hands him a sealed scroll. "I advise you read it privately sir." was all the guard said before he turned and ran to his next destination. "What is that?" The forsaken asked to which Qunie shurgs and quietly excuses himself to go read the scroll. As he moves away from the party Marrek weasels his way over to him and asks where he was going. "I got a scroll just now, apparently the guard said I should read it privately." The Tol'vir stroked his fine beard and looked curiously to the worgen. "Well I'm your friend, if you want me to let you be alone to read it I can." He smiled when the worgen chuckled shaking his head and began to unroll the scroll. He began to read it it; his face changing from one of amusement to one of shock and then to horror. "What is it?" Marrek asked, before the worgen slowly slumped to his knees his eyes filling with tears. The Tol'vir moved to his side and quickly leaned in to see what had struck the worgen so harshly. It took only a few words to bring realization to the young male. He gently wrapped his arms around the sobbing beast and cradles him tightly as the worgen broke down into deep sorrow. The scroll falling the the stone street and a small pendent falls from it.
The first words on the scroll read "Dear Qunie Darkmantel, we are sad to inform you of a skirmish that transpired in the western plaguelands." Slowly Marrek reaches down and picks up the pending thinking it belonged to the worgen's mate, but blinks as it pops open revealing a human women. 'Was his mate being unfaithful?' he wonders. The worgen suddenly stiffens, and looks at the now open pendent before reaching out and gently taking it in his claw bring it to his muzzle he sniffs at the artifact before his eyes snap in to sharp focus and his haunches rise. "Marrek, please let go of me." The worgen ask in a low voice. The Tol'vir slowly complies, as soon as he is a foot back from the worgen, Qunie leaps to his feet and roars out in barely contained fury. "Gah Qunie!? What, what is going on?" Marrek asks his ears ringing from the savage roar. The beast turns and glares at him coldly before it softens the look of sadness returning but the tears stopping. "My mate....Mardant is dead, he was killed by the horde. The found this in his hands. This...belongs to my family....it belongs to my father."
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"So you see you destroyed the life I had made. You mother are apart of the people who would use the blight as a weapon even when the orcs and Garrosh have forbidden it! You father, you disregarded the neutrality of the druids of the Cenarion Circle and murdered my beloved Mardant!" The worgen growls low as he pulls his claw away from the warp stalker which hisses at the two horde hungerly. "For all that you have done, I've planned for this moment. I've waited, and waited for this time to come. Now you two will pay for all of it."
"WE ARE YOUR PARENTS YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US!" They shout as he motions for the beasts to attack. A dark feral grin cross his muzzle as the scream, their cries being drowned out by the sounds of his companions ripping the two horde apart. When all falls quiet again all that is left of his parents is a pile of gore and blood. "Revenge, is truly a sweet dish. Come on there is no further reason to stay in this field of the dead." The worgen mutters as he motions for the gathering of beasts to follow him back to the alliance lines.
A short time after the worgen hunter had left a figure crawls to where the forsaken women and blood elf man had been slaughtered by the hunter's pets. A young blood elf hunter grasp at the broken pended in the pile of gore. His blue eyes, so used to being stern and cold; for the first time since the night the scourge attacked his home cries tears of sadness. "Mother, Father...." he quietly cries himself to a tortured dream filled sleep until Horde healers arrive on the field to begin recovering the dead, and gather the wounded who could still be healed. |
nifty | It was the midway point of the fall semester, the time when rushing began for the Greek Fraternities. The most prestigious Frat was Chi Sigma, the one that the hunky jocks ruled with an iron hand. Cleve had been a member for two years. He was the best wrestler in the 178 pound class of the varsity team, being almost undefeated on the mat in competition, and undisputed champion of the locker room and private noDholdsDbarred matches against any and all comers. Cleve stood six feet even, his blond hair was clipped short and his dark tan showed off his tight muscular body to its fullest, attenuating the definition of his rock hard muscles.
Bill, Ron, and Bert were freshmen on the J.V. football team, all three were good players and hoped that they would be chosen to rush Chi Sigma. Bill and Ron shared a room in the dorm and Bert lived on the same floor. The three of them were interesting to observe, because they were almost triplets. They were about the same height 5'11 to 6'1 and 180 to 198 pounds of solid tan muscle, Ron being the smallest and Bert the biggest. But Ron's basket more than made up for his lack of height and was firmly packed in his tight jock. They ate and worked out at the gym together and went out together, to the bar or movies, preferring each other's masculine company to that of the young college girls. There existed a friendly competition between them, seeing who could make the most tackles, lift the most weight or make the most reps. Occasionally, after a hard work out at the gym, the three of them would retire to the privacy of Bill's and Ron's room before showering. There the three of them would strip either bare ass or to jocks and flex their young hot, bulging muscles in front of a wall to ceiling mirror. Each of them taking turns while the other two watched, as their own muscles alternately tensed and relaxed in unison. Frequently their cocks would rise to the occasion, to stretch and flex on their own. Finally, their hard bodies glistening with sweat and their muscles pumped up to the point of bursting through their skin, they would embrace. With their hot bodies in close contact they would run their hands over each other's body, their fingers sliding effortlessly over the sweat lubricated flesh. They would caress and squeeze the muscles of each other's body until they were a tangle of arms and legs, crushing their bodies into even more intimate contact. Their hard cocks would poke and probe at tight washboard stomachs and low slug balls only to be trapped between solid muscular thighs. Until they could not restrain themselves any longer and head for the shower to relieve their strong urges and shower before going to bed for the night. Such was the thursday night before rush weekend.
It was a warm Friday night as Bill, Ron and Bert, dressed in tight cutoff levis displaying their bugling baskets and tank tops that stretched the fabric to its limits over solid pecs and large firm nipples, headed for fraternity row and the Chi Sig house. They had been invited to attend the rush night by several members of the varsity football squad. As they approached the house they noticed that all of the members were hunky studs, representing all of the sports and the cream of the jocks. Some dressed as they were, but others were shirtless so that they could show off their broad shoulders, wide lats and washboard guts for maximum effect. The three of them realized that their dreams were about to come true. They wandered into the house and soon found the bar where they each ordered a beer before setting off to meet as many members as they could before the voting later that evening. When they had met about half of the members they ran into Cleve, he had been watching them for some time both at the house and before on the campus. Cleve had noticed that the three of them were rarely separated, on the field, in the locker room or in the library. He often wondered just what their bond was, maybe if they pledged the frat he would find out.
Cleve introduced himself to them. At first they just talked about sports and the courses they were taking. Soon Cleve was explaining what pledging entailed and he explained the degrading things the three of them would be forced to do. He noticed that the bulges in their crotches, with Ron's being the most noticeable, really started to swell when he described the paddling and swats. He continued to tell how they were freely administered both as punishment and as rewards, especially on hell weekend when special paddles were used almost continuously for three nights and two days. Bill, Ron and Bert were starting to fidget as their cocks were snaking down their thighs. Cleve noticed that they emptied their beers and asked them if they would like a refill, and a short reprieve, the three quickly agreed and Cleve headed for the bar. When Cleve was out of ear shot, they quickly formed a tight circle to share their mutual excitement. As they talked between themselves they tugged at their crotches and attempted to reduce their roaring hardDons to a more manageable size. Cleve noticed that they were huddled closely together and rapidly talking with big smiles on their faces, while each of them had one hand shoved deeply into a pants pocket.
Cleve walked up to them and cleared his throat to gain their attention before handing each of them a beer. Cleve knew from experience that these three would make good pledges and great brothers. He introduced them to some of the other members. They met more of the members, and talked to most of them, but not for as long or as intimately as they had with Cleve. As the night wore on most of the guests drifted off until just the members and a small handful of prospective pledges were left. Bill, Ron and Bert proved to be the most popular and the most likely to asked to pledge. Cleve stayed very close to Ron since they had first met, wanting to learn more about this hot young hunk and not wanting him to become to friendly with his other brothers. Cleve, because of his reputation, had little trouble making the object of his desire, Ron, known to his other brothers and keeping them at arms length. But both Bill and Bert each had two brothers vying for their attention.
The meeting to select the pledges was the Saturday night after the party. One by one the pledges was interviewed by the entire membership and voted on, Bill, Ron and Bert had no difficulty and all three were accepted as initiates. In most fraternities the pledges choose their big brothers but here it was reversed with the members choosing their little brothers. Cleve obviously picked Ron without dissent, but it was different with Bill and Bert. Dale and Jack both wanted Bill, and Fred and George wanted Bert. To resolve these conflicts, they were sent to the basement where there was mat was set up. They were stripped to just their jocks and told to fight, no holds barred, for the privilege of choosing a little brother. Dale and Jack squared off first, but it was a short match. Jack ended it quickly by driving an upper cut into Dale's hard washboard gut and following it up with a knee lift to the balls, dropping him to the mat. Dale was doubled up in pain on the mat when Jack stepped behind him, drove his hand between Dale's legs and grabbed him by his balls. Then Jack lifted Dale over his head and held him across his shoulders until he submitted. Jack was given his choice and he picked Bill. The match between Fred and George lasted considerably longer until Fred threw a right cross and knocked George out. Fred choose Bert and now all of the pledges had be picked by a big bother. The big bothers were to pick up their little brothers and bring them to the sunday night meeting for pledge orientation and formal introduction to their big brothers and the other members, including the pledge master.
Cleve, Jack and Fred were close friends, and decided to play a small trick on their three little bothers. Jack would pick up Bill first, then a half an hour later Fred would get Bert and after an additional hour Cleve would get Ron. Cleve hoped that this pysch game would up set and surprise Ron. The plan went off with out a hitch and Ron was close to tears when Cleve knocked at his door. Ron jumped to his feet and Cleve threw his 18 inch arms around Ron's broad shoulders to comfort him. Ron wrapped his arms around Cleve and squeezed him with a bear hug. Cleve knew that they would become good friends and held him even tighter, their crotches grinding against each other. Cleve eased up on his grip, brought his right hand back and slammed the palm of his hand against Ron's round levi clad ass cheek. Ron jumped with surprise and dropped both of his hands to Cleve's butt, sliding his hands into Cleve's hip pockets, his steel like fingers digging into each cheek, pulling him closer while he clawed and kneaded Cleve's ass. Cleve used his left hand to undo Ron's levis and slide them down around his knees, exposing his jock clad ass and basket that was sporting a large hard on. Cleve brought his hand back and slapped Ron's bare ass again and again, each time with a resounding whack. A sigh of pleasure escaped from Ron's lips with each new impact and he continued to dig his fingers into Cleve's ass, even as his ass started to glow from the constant punishment. Cleve reminded Ron that they had to leave for the meeting soon or that they would be late, and both of them would get swats for being late. Ron thought the idea of both of them getting swats in front of the whole frat was hot, but better Th)Tleft for an other time. Cleve reached down and quickly pulled Ron's levis up over his hot butt, and they quickly left for the meeting. They made it, but with just minutes to spare. They %PAUSE made a fast series of hellos and quickly took their places.
Ron was now sitting with his friends Bill and Bert and with the other pledges. The meeting moved with astonishing speed and soon it was time to initiate the new pledges. The pledge master took over the meeting from the president and began his speech. The pledges took notes but the pledge master generally spoke to fast, but at the end they were given a complete list of rules to obey with out question. One at a time the big brothers walked over to his little bother and introduced them to the other members in turn, Cleve and Ron were last. When the introductions were finished the pledges were lined up down the center of the large room and told to "take THE position."Then the pledge master took one of the ceremonial paddles and gave each on them one solid swat with it. When he had administered the last sway (to Ron), the members were turned loose to yell at the new pledges and make them do various exercises. After thirty minutes of continuous harassment the pledge master ordered the pledges out of the house and their first night as pledges was over.
They reassembled a local hamburger joint and picked a pledge leader, Ron, and other officers. Then they studied the pages of pledge behavior that the pledge master had given them. Bill was to be secretary and he quickly headed for the library and the copy machine to duplicate the rules so that each of them would be able to study them that night and be ready for the
active members which they were sure to run into the next morning. Bert headed for the local stationary store to purchase the necessary black books and spare pages. The others were sent in various direction to acquire the other materials that they all needed including black tee shirts, that were to be part of their uniform.
As Ron was heading back to his dorm, when Cleve intercepted him. Ron had a surprised look on his face when they met, because Cleve had deserted him during the indoctrination. Ron said "Good evening Sir" and Cleve said "Good evening pledge." Ron asked "May we be on informal terms." Cleve replied "Yes, Ron." Ron wanted to know when they were going to get together as big and little brothers to continue what Cleve had started in his room? Cleve asked Ron what had happened at the pedge meeting and where his other pledge brothers were. When Ro told Cleve that he had been elected pledge leader, Cleve was ecstatic and again wrapped his arms around Ron. Cleve suggested that they head for the men's gym and the wrestling room where they would have absolute privacy.
The two hot jocks slipped through the locker rooms and entered the fully padded wrestling room. The only lights burning in the entire building were the night lights and it took their eyes several minutes to adjust to the low light level. But once they were in the seclusion of the wrestling room, they both dropped all inhibitions and all of their clothes as well. As they stood facing each other stripped to Th) Tonly their well worn jocks, their cocks began to swell in unison until they were straining at the elastic fabric of their pouches. They almost knocked each other out as their bodies slammed together, solid mounded pecs crashing into each other while hard flat stomachs slammed together. Their large peaked biceps dug into broad lats as they wrapped their arms around each other and squeezed the last remaining pockets of air from between their bodies. In only a flash each grabbed the waistband of the other's jock and yanked it down over tree trunk thighs, allowing the other's cock spring to attention and balls to swing free. As they embraced, Cleve slapped Ron on the ass, leaving a large red hand print. Ron sunk his teeth into Cleve's trapezius muscle and began to chew on the tough muscle fibers. Cleve swung his other hand, and left a matching hand print on Ron's other ass cheek. Ron ground his hard nearly hairless gut against Cleve's smooth biscuit abs until they both had broken out in a sweat and there was almost no friction between their bodies. Cleve felt Ron's cock stiffen with each slap to his tight young ass as he continued to warm it up. Ron was enjoying having his ass warmed by such a hot man, and Cleve was driving himself crazy with lust by being able to beat this hot studs butt until it almost was glowing in the dimness of the mat room. Ron was determined not to surrender or cry out in pain from the spanking that he was receiving at the hands of this tough build jock, his big brother. Cleve's arms were beginning to tire from continuously pounding Ron's ass. When he eased up and finally had to stop to allow his arms to rest, Ron brought both of his open palms down against Cleve's ass and drove his rock hard cock into Cleve's crotch. Cleve was shocked by the sudden reversal, but as his eyes sprang wide open so did his mouth and Ron immediately took advantage of the situation. Ron's mouth found Cleve's and soon they were probing the inner reaches of each other's mouths with their equally long hard tongues. As they rocked back and forth locked in each other's gip, Ron continued his assault on Cleve's exposed and ever willing ass. As Cleve tried harder to break Ron's grip, Ron sucked the air from his lungs and brought his hands down and beat a tattoo on Cleve's butt.
Cleve's arms had received all the rest they needed and he started to slap Ron's ass again. Now they were both beating on the other's firm ass cheeks and there was a rosy glow emanating from the windows of the wresting room. It was nearly midnight when they were both exhausted from their ordeal. Their cocks were still dripping cum as they slowly pulled on their jocks, slipping the elastic straps over their red hot buns and adjusting their stiff dicks and tight nuts in the mesh pouches until they were comfortable. After they had stepped into their levis and pulled them over their strong legs and buttoned each other's fly, Cleve promised Ron, "One way or another we will
always be brothers, but now it was time to get some rest and prepare for school tomorrow."
The first day of pledging went fairly smoothly for the new pledge class, as the active members showed some control of their emotions. The rest of the week went along without a Th)Thitch. Friday night would be their first party in the frat house as pledges and it was closed to outside guests. The pledges were required to wear their black tank tops and the pledging rules were relaxed, but just a little, they were still required to say "Sir" when addressing an active member and move out of their way. The big brothers were proud to show off their little brothers to the senior members and alumni, most of which were as still as hunky as they were when they were younger and more active. Cleve was beaming all night as he introduced Ron who was wearing a tight form fitting black tank top that displayed his solid slightly furry upper body to the utmost. His nipples stood out like two knobs on his large well shaped pecs. Cleve was also wearing a tank top that showed off his hard wrestler's body and hairless chest. Both Cleve and Ron unconsciously flexed their large peaked biceps, tight triceps and cutup forearms all night long as if in an imaginary contest, until the muscles in their arms were warm and engorged with blood increasing their size even more.
When the party started to break up around 1 a.m. Cleve took a hold of Ron's arm and led him down the stairs to the mat room in the basement. As they slowly climbed down the dimly lit stairs, each with a hand shoved deeply into the other's hip pocket, Cleve explained to Ron that the members often had matches there. He told Ron that on the previous Saturday night Dale and Jack, and Fred and George had fought for the privilege of being big brothers to Bill and Bert, the victors were obvious. Cleve asked Ron "How about a friendly brotherly match?" Ron replied "Sure!" They hung the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign on the door before entering the basement and locking the door behind them. Cleve turned on the red spot lights and they filled the room with their warm glow. The faced each other and slowly slipped the tank tops off of each other's torsos, exposing their broad chests and large nipples. Their hands reached out and took a hold of the other's solid pecs then they stroked their fingers gently over the erect nipples, teasing and tantalizing them further. Then they clamped their steel like fingers tightly onto the mounded pecs, squeezing and massaging them like ripe melons until they glowed just like their arms. Then they allowed their hands to slip lower and lower until they reached the waistband of the other's levis. Their fingers snaked around each others tight waists. With their left hands shoved deep inside the back of the others pants, they both used their right hands to loosen the belts and undo the buttons of each other's flies. Their levis slipped slowly from their narrow hips over their muscular legs and fell to the floor in two shapeless heaps. They stepped back from each other to admired the other's firm muscular body. They faced each other, naked and unashamed, before again embracing. Their taut bodies pressed tightly together as they ran their hands over the other's broad shoulders and back. Slowly but surely their hands slipped lower and lower until they dug their fingers into the other's buns. They kneaded each other's firm ass cheeks. Their tongues probed at each other's willing mouths and their lips were held firmly together by the strong suction Th)Tof their lungs, until Ron's mouth broke free with a loud pop.
Ron ran his tongue over Cleve's neck and under his chin, savoring Cleve's salty skin, and nibbling at the corded muscles of his shoulders and neck. When Ron's tongue reached Cleve's ear lobe, he began to chew on it before engulfing his whole with his warm moist mouth. As Ron's tongue began to wander around the whorls of Cleve's ear and probe at the auditory canal, Cleve dug his fingers deep into Ron's ass and pulled their bodies into even more intimate contact. Their bodies twisted and writhed as the sweat poured from their bodies lubricating their chests and washboard stomachs allowing them to slid effortlessly again each other. The continued stimulation was driving them wild with erotic thoughts and actions. Their cocks soon joined in the action, snapping to attention and forcing their way slowly into the other's groin and rubbing against an equally hard shaft. Cleve left hand loosened its grip while Ron continued to chew on the side of his neck. Cleve released Ron's right cheek, moved his hand away and suddenly sent it careening against the pink flesh with a resounding whack. Ron jumped with the surprise blow. Cleve sent his hand on its mission again and again. With each slap Ron moaned but his nibbling didn't miss a beat. As Ron's right cheek was beginning to glow a deep cherry red, Cleve switched hands and began to work on Ron's other cheek. Ron was enjoying the punishment his buns were absorbing so much that he didn't realize that he had given Cleve a very large hickey on the side of his neck, fortunately low enough that it would be hidden by his shirt collar. Ron allowed his hands to slid from Cleve's ass. He sent both of hands crashing into Cleve's buns they landed with enough force so as to leave two bright red hand prints, one on each cheek. Cleve wasn't used to having some beat on his ass at all, but for some reason Ron beating on his ass turned him on even more. Cleve doubled both the frequency and the force behind his open handed slaps, alternating rights and lefts as he beat a tatoo on Ron's ass.
Ron stopped sucking on Cleve's right ear, only to run his tongue under Cleve's chin and get a lip lock on his right ear, engulfing it with his hot salvia. Ron was still beating his own tatoo on Cleve's red hot butt as the juices began to flow from the head of his ramrod. Soon both of their cocks were bathed with the warm lubrication of rich man juices as their shafts ground against the other. Cleve knew that he couldn't restrain his urges much longer as his balls began to churn and his sac began to contract. He quickly broke loose from Ron's grasp and threw him to mat face first and straddled Ron's legs. Cleve redoubled his attack on Ron's bubble butt, slamming his hands against the glowing mass of flesh. With each slap he dug his fingers into Ron's well massaged cheeks. With one last double slap Cleve's balls contracted violently and his cock erupted, spewing hot sticky cum the length of Ron's back, from his ass crack to the nape of his neck and splashing into his hair. As Cleve's cum was impacting his back, Ron let out a moan of relief as his balls slammed into crotch. The wad shot from his cock with such force that it almost bored a hole through Th)Tthe vinyl mat. Cleve pushed down on Ron's beaten butt and ground Ron's stiff dick into the huge puddle cum.
Cleve rolled Ron oven onto his back and lowered his body onto his little bother's. With Cleve on top they exchanged soft tender words and caressed each other's exhausted bodies while the fires that were lit continued to burn in their butts. It was warm in basement. Soon both of them were fast asleep, wrapped in each other's strong arms. Their bodies were drenched with sweat and cum, but neither of them noticed and anyway they would get cleaned up in the morning. |
FSE | Title: The Innocence Mission by Squirrel
Tags: Bat, Character Development, M/F, Mouse, Romance, Sci-Fi, Squirrel
Lips parted, sliding down ... and stopping. Nose flaring. A few seconds. And sliding back up, glinting wet (and warmly). Slipping off (and away). A swallow. And a panting, worried, "Field?"
The mouse blinked.
Adelaide swallowed again. Moving up to a sit (on her knees) in the wild grass. The wild green-yellow grass of this un-drenched prairie. "Field ... "
"Yeah?" His voice was weak.
"You just ... " She trailed. "You're not really reacting," she said. "Does it ... " She collected herself. "It doesn't feel good?"
"I am ... reacting, and ... "
"You're not." She let out a breath. Swallowed again. Throat a bit dry. The late-afternoon sun bathing her bare, pink shoulders. And her back. Matting her fur with sweat.
"I'm sorry." His words were ghost-like. And his eyes watered. He closed them.
"Hey," she whispered. "Hey ... open your eyes."
He didn't.
"Look at me," she pleaded.
His eyes ... opened.
"You've nothing to feel sorry for." She leaned over him. On all fours.
"But I'm ... "
" ... okay. You're okay," she insisted.
"I'm ... "
A sigh.
" ... sorry. I'm sorry."
"Field!" She went back to her knees, rubbing her own forehead.
The mouse quivered at the loudness of her voice.
"Field," she whispered. Closing her eyes. Great. Now, SHE was feeling sorry. The bat sagged. She felt so tired, and his pain ... was hers. No one could understand that. No one could know ... how tethered they were.
The mouse swallowed. His nose sniffed. He was on his back. Bare, like her. And the wild grasses ... two feet high. And the sky a lovely blue color. Oh, blue.
Adelaide leaned forward. Putting her paws on his chest. His chest ... that was lighter than the rest of him. The color of his fur. His chest that was slender.
"You've lost a few pounds ... "
He nodded.
"I ... there's a party in the mess hall tonight," she said, thumb moving back and forth over one of his mousey nipples. She closed her eyes for a moment. Opened them. "I want you to eat some cake and some ... food, and ... "
"I'm not hungry."
"You're having some cake. Some ice cream. Some ... whatever they're having."
Field was quiet.
"Alright?" she said softly.
Whiskers twitched ...
"You sound like it's a form of ... " She immediately stopped, swallowing. Pain on her muzzle. "I mean ... " She stopped again. She'd been about to say, 'you sound like it's a form of torture ... to eat cake and ice cream' ... torture ...
Field gave a weak smile. "It's okay ... "
"I'm sorry. That was ... I'm sorry." She scolded herself. How could she be that ... careless ... with her words ...
"Now, you're acting like me," he whispered (of her apologies).
A small smile. "Yeah ... well, I've said it before, haven't I? You're contagious." Pause. "In a good way."
The mouse breathed. The grass blades bobbed in the breeze. "I'll go to the party," he whispered.
She squeezed his paw. "It'll be good for you. Everyone wants to see you, and ... they've all been worried." A breath. "Anyway, we've reason to celebrate. You're ... gonna get better," she said gently, "and we have a new home."
A little nod.
Adelaide breathed slowly. She spread her wings ... stretching them. Her full arm/wingspan.
After a moment, the mouse reached a paw at her fur ... tugged (so weakly). Whispering, "Keep ... keep doing it ... "
"Doing what?" A bit of a teasing smile. Her pink eyes watching his whiskers. His erratic twitches.
"What you were doing ... " He flushed.
"We're gonna have to start our walk back to the ship ... in a while," she reminded.
Luminous was three miles away. Chester having landed her in an endless (seemingly) grassy plain. Adelaide had guided Field this far away ... to where there were little, sloping hills, and ... where the grass was tall. Where they could lay down in the greenery, beneath the blue ... and not be seen.
"Well ... "
"But not yet," she said. "We've got ... time," she promised. She stretched once more, and then moved her paws back to him. Where they ran up and down his chest and belly. She gave him a smile. Please, smile back ... please ...
The mouse's smile was tired. Timid. A bit broken. But it was a genuine smile. Oh, it was a smile ... it was progress.
The bat's own smile grew. "Oh, darling ... " She rubbed his soft, furry belly. Fingers trailing through his fur. And paws moving (and stopping on) his hips. "Just try and ... feel? Okay?" The mouse, during the past few days, had been largely numb. With blank expressions. Neutral voice. A defense mechanism, or ... all the innocence had been drained from him. Seemingly. But, no ... no, he still had it. The innocence. It had just been chased into the recesses of his mind. Where it shivered. Afraid. Like the rest of him. But mice were resilient ... he would ... he would. He would heal.
And she wasn't going tor est until then. It was her mission. To restore his innocence. His gentle brightness. The glow in his shy eyes. The giggles ...
He needed her.
She needed ...
... him. She was eying him. Her eyes sparkling softly. Silently. Hopefully. As he leaned back down. As she fished for his semi-firm mousey-ness ... and slid her muzzle (wet, warm, and wanting) back over it.
Back over him.
Field's eyes lowered to a half-close. He tried not to think. Tried not to think ... of anything. Just this. Just her.
She had spend the past three days ... holding, hugging him. Caressing. Then had moved to oral things ... first time, he had flinched at the lap of her tongue. He turned away, starting to cry ... apologizing ...
She'd probed his mind ... trying to calm him.
And they'd tried again.
And, now, in the present, in the grassy plains, huffing from the heat ... now, she wished she could bite him. Through biting him, she could best heal him.
But the mouse was so hesitant ... for, though she could best heal with through that intimacy. With that pleasure ...
... it was also through that joining that ... she would be hit with the images in his head. The memories.
As soon as her fangs would puncture him, they would merge. Physical sensation. Emotional feelings. Memories. The moment she bit him, she would ... have those memories in her head. See, through his eyes, with his ears ... what had happened. Would ...
... not allow it. Field would not allow it. So afraid was he ... of being a burden. Of burdening her.
So, she didn't push it. Knowing ... he needed some time. Knowing he would come around. He would. She knew him.
And, in her suckling ... pulled off. Huffed. "No bites today?" she whispered. " She was hoping he would ... change his mind. Would be ready.
A weak shake of his head. "I'm ... I don't have the energy." He let out a weak breath. "I ... wanna do things. I ... I'm not ready," he whispered, "for that. I want to. I just ... "
"It's alright." She caressed his chest. "I don't mean to pressure you. I just ... want you to feel better."
A quiet nod ...
And she returned to her task (thought it was too much fun ... to be called a task). She worked on the walls he'd frantically built. Worked on ... trying to melt the pain he now carried. Tried to melt it with pleasure. She worked on melting that pain ...
... as she worked on him.
Bob, bob ... pause. Suck ...
Field caught his breath. He arched his belly upward, off the grass ... before lowering.
Oh, that's it ... a definite reaction. He was feeling it. Was letting himself feel it.
And Adelaide would've given a delighted giggle (had her muzzle not been full). Her tongue, built for catching insects ... so versatile. Slithering around the flesh of him. Muzzle enclosing ...
The mouse's tail writhed in the grass ... worm-like. Snake-like. Rope-like. Such imagery was his tail!
Her wet, loosened lips ... luscious ... sliding down. Where she stopped. Nostrils flaring. And ears pinned down on her head. Swept back. Angular. And she gave a suck-suck ... suck ...
Again, the mouse arched.
And she slid back ... huffing. Gripping his stiff, pink penis ... " ... oh ... " A long, wet lick ... of the head. The slit.
"Uh ... " Paws reaching ... " ... uh ... "
A sweaty, huffing grin ... and she slid her lips over the head. Just the head. Swerving her tongue on the pre-oozed flesh.
"Oh ... " He squirmed. Writhed. Sweating, too. "Mm ... mmm ..."
She pulled off (again). "S-sensitive?"
A gulp. A nod.
A giggle ... and she kneaded his furry sac. Rolling the orbs around. "I don't ... mess with these," she said, rolling a ball between her fingers, "enough." She took a deep breath and stopped. "Mm ... " She groped his thighs, sliding her paws beneath him. To his rump-cheeks. "You've the cutest rump ... " Grope ...
The mouse flushed, hot beneath his cheeks. Ears searing with blood.
She leaned aside, rolling onto her back ...
He hesitated ... huffing ...
"Feel ... Field. Just ... let yourself feel. Passion. Love. This," she whispered. "Lose yourself," she whispered, "in my wings. I love you ... I can't stand to see you in pain. Please ... just ... lay here with me."
"Just lay?"
A quiet nod. "Just lay with me. Nuzzle," she whispered, "with me. And relax. You'll get better."
"But we ... have to start walking back to the ship. The party ... "
"Mouses aren't party-furs, are they?" A nudge.
"No ... "
"Do they eat cake and ice cream?" she asked. Smiling.
A sigh. A nod. A smile. "I'll eat cake and ice cream," he promised.
"Good." A giggle. "We'll leave in a bit ... but not yet. Just ... we're in nature. We're in the fields. We ... need this," she whispered.
She was right. They did need it.
"You'll be alright. We," she emphasized, "will be alright."
And he nodded. Lying with her in the grass. Putting his nose on her neck. He would get better. Now, more than ever ... he believed it.
"I used to do this ... " One foot-paw in front of the other. Step, step ... step. Brown fur glinting (a bit). Body slender. "Used to," he whispered delicately, "all ... " He bent his knees, crouching down. Taking a huge breath. Exhale. Inhale ... closing his eyes. " ... the time!" he huffed. And he sprung up. And backwards, paws pressing off the tree limb (upon which he stood). Using the force to spring his furry body into the air. Bushy, luxurious tail tucked against his back. Doing one full back-flip in the air before ... foot-paws landing flat on the limb. He teetered a bit, putting his arms out (wingspan-like) ... balancing. And knees crouched. And he giggled and stood up straight. And let out a breath. Smiling. "Yeah ... yeah," he breathed. "I mean, I can do it better. Just ... rusty. I just ... what?" A blink.
"I am ... impressed," Assumpta said. She'd known her mate was agile. He was a squirrel. All squirrels were rather nimble. Not powerful. Not strong, maybe, like she was ... like a feline was. Not full of raw, refined power, but ... they were nimble. They were delicate.
A smile. "Yeah?"
A nod.
"Mm ... well ... " Azure took another breath. And slid to a sit on the tree limb. It was a foot wide. It was thick. A natural balance beam. "I was trained in arboreal acrobatics. Gymnastics, if you will."
"You never told me ... "
"Well, it never came up," he whispered. Eyes meeting hers. His deep blue eyes ... meeting her paler blues. Her icy blues. And the squirrel smiled. Whiskers twitching. "I was quite good. I won a few contests. Most squirrels toy around with ... acrobatic things. When they're younger. As we age, we ... venture out of the forest, and into the wider world, and ... the galaxy. And we sort of lose our roots." A pause. Inhaling. "It's almost unreal ... to be here. You know? Sitting in a tree. Forgot what a tree looked like ... "
They were at the edge of a small, clustered woods ... a few miles from where Field and Adelaide were.
"I have not spent much time in ... forests."
"No?"
"There are no trees in the tundra. In my element, there ... is nothing but ... mountains. Ice. Rock. Water."
"Like how it was on the snow rabbit world? Or like where ... that gateway was?"
"Yes."
"You miss it?"
"Yes."
"Mm ... " The squirrel's angular ears swivelled. Cocked. At the bird-sounds, and ... at the sound of her voice. His mate's voice.
Her voice ... as she said, "We have been in space for far too long. I thought we would always remain," she admitted, "in space. I did not have hope ... for finding a home. In fact, I believe I was scared ... "
"Of what?" Azure whispered, eyes open. Eying her white and grey-striped fur.
"Of settling."
"Well, I don't know why ... "
"Our differences, in space, can be reconciled. Our differences on a planet such as this ... in nature, in our natural states," she said. "Harder to mask."
"You're saying we're too different? Since when did ... "
"No ... no," she whispered.
"Well, I don't ... "
"I am scared," she admitted. A very difficult thing for her to do. She paused, looking to the ground. To the soft soil of the forest floor. Decomposed leaves. Grasses. She let out a breath. And whispered, looking back up, "I am of the ice. You were born in a tree. Correct?"
"Squirrels give birth," he said, nodding, "in trees. Like, we ... our cities are in the trees. In tall, huge ... trees. All across forest canopies."
"I am just saying that, in space, on Luminous ... it doesn't matter. On Luminous, we share a neutral environment. That of the ship. On this planet ... our environment is no longer neutral. I ... I fear," she said, "that ... I will not fit in." A breath. "Being that we will undoubtedly stay in near the forests and plains ... where the squirrels and mice and such are ... most comfortable."
"I don't ... I don't understand ... Assumpta ... "
"I do not wish to be awkward. I don't wish you," she said, "to think of me as ... "
" ... awkward?" A gentle smile. "When have I done that? Ever? Why would I start?"
She gave no response.
"You think our love will crack ... because we're no longer furs in motion? You think that, as furs at rest, we'll ... make problems for ourselves?"
"I do not know. I am just ... it has been a long while," she whispered, "since I have ... been stationary. I was exiled from the North. Before I joined the fleet. And then exiled from Home-World ... along with the rest of you. I have been a nomad for so long. A solitary predator."
"You're not alone."
"I know," she whispered.
Azure softly slid out of the tree. And padded the few steps up to her, and ... threw his arms around her in the warmest, widest embrace. Leaning his head against her breasts ... shorter than her. Head coming up to her chin. And he closed his eyes. "Living a quiet life ... on an unexplored planet. It'll be an adventure," he assured. "We'll have this adventure ... together."
"That is ... sweet," she said. "But look at our past adventures? Human threats, furs from the future, snow rabbits, foxes, wasps ... who is to say what is lurking on this world? Who is to say that ... I won't revert to predatory ways?"
"Is that what you're most afraid of?" he guessed. "Not settling down. Not ... living in a natural environment outside your element. Your afraid you'll become too much a predator? And that I'll grow scared of you. That you'll hurt me?"
"I am capable," she whispered, "of things ... that you do not know. That I have not said. I would kill," she told him, "to protect you."
The squirrel was quiet for a moment. "I ... don't know how to respond to that. I'm ... humbled. I ... but, gataki, you don't need to worry about that. I know you. I mean, I'm not inside your head, but I ... know why I love you. I know why ... we're together. We've made it this far. Through so much. I'm not going to let anything cause us to crumble. Not now," he told her. "Not ever."
"Nor will I," she confessed.
"So, what's the problem?" he asked, smiling up at her.
"I do not know ... what the problem is. Perhaps that is what unnerves me. I do not know what the next struggle will be. Or where it will come from. I am constantly trying to figure out ... who ... and what," she said, "I am. I think I am finding myself ... in you. I feel most comfortable," she confessed, "with you."
"Said the predator to the prey," Azure whispered, smiling. "I'm so glad ... to have you. I love you ... I don't care how different we are. We share a singular love, right? And ... no predator/prey romance has lasted this long ... that I know of. The ones that have ... have been purely physical."
"I must confess, when I first met you ... it was a physical reaction." A pause. Her eyes meeting his. Seeming almost ... timid? "But it has become much more than that. It is much more," she said into his ear, "than that."
The squirrel hugged tighter. Much more.
It was later in the day. Evening.
And the party in the mess hall ... had begun.
It wasn't a crazy, festive party ... more a casual, happy thing. Furs wandering out and in. Light, instrumental music in the background. Food on tables. Conversation. Outside the windows, no stars. But fields ... endless fields, and endless prairies. And a setting sky. The color of emerald and pink and lavender. So many colors running together. Melting, blurring, falling ... blues, darker blues ... staining the overall whole. As night crept ever closer.
"Good landing, by the way," Juneau told her mate. Giggling. Sipping some punch from a glass. "Mm ... knocked me off my feet. Luckily, I wasn't near the second-level railing, else I would've ... fallen over."
Chester flushed. Whiskers twitching.
"Just teasing," she whispered.
"Oh ... "
"You did fine. Considering the ship's never been landed before, I'd say ... you did a pretty good job." She eyed the vista outside the window. However ... she was an engineer. The ship ... she loved this ship. She didn't know what to do ... if they sat here for ... however long. Weeks. Months. Years?
Dotna, within view, noticed Juneau's wistful gaze. Said, "I don't think Wren's going to abandon ship."
"Mm?" Juneau looked to the chipmunk. "Oh, I know. I just ... the warp core's powered down. I miss the hum. It's ... there's no hum," she said. "You know?" Her ears swivelled. "I got more attached to this ship that I thought I would ... more attached to being in space."
"Well, I ... for one," Chester said, piping in, "am glad to be on solid land. Mm ... "
"Oh, I'm glad, too," Juneau insisted. Looking around. "Seriously. I'm glad. I just ... what are we gonna do? I mean, what's the plan? It's the uncertainty that's getting to me ... are we going to ... keep Luminous parked here. Have her partially occupied at all times, and ... build our own settlements, our own little town ... on the banks of the nearest creek?"
"We need a home," Dotna said. "We don't have one. We need one ... so, we stay here for a while. We MAKE ... a home. Make this," she said, "our home. And when we've sufficiently done that ... I don't know. I can't see this crew splitting up and going separate ways. Either we all stay ... and all settle here. Or we all get back to our stations and warp away ... into the unknown. And I'm telling you," she whispered, "that I can't take any more of the unknown."
"But this planet," Juneau insisted, "is an unknown. Isn't it?"
"But it's not in a vacuum. This unknown ... isn't so suffocating."
"Mm ... "
Pyro, just now sidling into the conversation, said, "Well, I'm ... for one, I'm glad. I mean, I could use some rest. Some stability. Some nature, you know? I think we all could."
"What is a wolf's nature, by the way?" Juneau asked. Wondering.
"Anything. We're very adaptable."
"Very enigmatic, too," the squirrel added.
"I think he can be solved," Dotna teased. "I'm working on him."
Pyro chuckled, red eyes glowing. "Working on me? Playing ... is more like. Playing with me."
Dotna grinned, giving no verbal response to that.
On the other side of the mess hall, Ketchy was alone, waiting for Denali to get here ... the otter was in sickbay. Field and Adelaide had recently gotten back. Had walked back to the ship. And Field was getting his daily check-up. Being given his daily shots. To help his physical wounds heal ...
"Ketchy ... "
She looked up. Saw Rella. Saw Wren.
"Oh ... hey ... " She nodded. "Mm ... this is a nice gathering. Heh ... " She looked around. "Everyone's so happy. I mean, I haven't seen such lightness on this ship in ... well, in a long time."
"Yeah ... well, we're gonna take some time and figure out," said Wren, "what to do next. I think we may settle here. I mean, why not? And the ship ... Luminous ... we can keep her here. Keep her parked. Use her daily. Just ... even live on her. We can live on the ship, and ... venture out and about the planet every day. I mean ... it's a lot to map out."
"Yeah," Ketchy whispered. A lot to map out.
"But, um ... since we're gonna be settling, and ... since your birthday's next week. It's next week, right?"
She smiled. "Yeah. I'll be 22."
Wren nodded. Paused.
Rella nudged him in the side.
"Um, but ... we got you a present."
"A present?" Ketchy perked. "What do you mean?"
"Well, Rella and I ... we've talked. I mean, we've talked a lot, and we just ... we're not the kind of furs to start a family, you know? I mean, we don't want children. But everyone knows," the Captain whispered, "how much you do. This isn't a gift from just us. It's ... from the whole crew, really, but ... since Rella and I don't want children, we ... I mean ... " He produced a small stasis vial. Which glowed. Which was cool to the touch. With a white, milky liquid ... in stasis. He reached out ... " ... take it ... "
"W-what ... "
Wren placed it in her paw. "I'll be your donor."
Ketchy stared at the vial. Blinked. Swallowed. "This ... this is ... "
" ... seed." Wren smiled shyly. "You need a rodent's ... seed. And, as I said, Rella and I have talked a lot, and ... "
" ... even if we decide to have children someday," Rella said. "Even if we change our minds, and ... have a child. Or ... you know, even if it takes us by surprise," she said. "We still want you to have this." Rella smiled.
"But it's ... yours," she said, handing it back to Wren.
Wren pushed it back to her. Gently. "I'm giving it to you. It'll be your child. Not mine. Not Rella's. Yours. Yours and Denali's. But I don't plan on using it to make a baby ... and since you and your mate can't reproduce," he said again, trailing. "We all want you to be happy. We know how much it means to you, and ... just ... take it," Wren whispered. "Please. It's a gift."
Ketchy clutched at the vial. Tears silently streaming down her cheeks. She opened her muzzle, and no words came out ... and she swallowed. Sniffled. Tried to compose herself. And, when finally doing so, she nodded. Whispered, "Thank you ... " And she threw her arms around Wren. And then ... did the same to Rella. "Both of you ... "
More furs filtered in ...
... including Denali. Including Field and Adelaide. Baby Akira in the bat's arms.
Denali going to Ketchy, and Ketchy ... bubbling, eyes watered ... telling the otter of the news.
While Field filtered over to the refreshments table. Eying the cake and ice cream.
"Good stuff," Pyro assured, having walked up to the mouse. To his side.
"I promised Adelaide I would eat it."
"Heh ... best eat it, then. Or she'll have to feed it to you. Then again ... DON'T eat it." A chuckle. "More fun if she ... "
"If I what?" Adelaide asked, grinning a toothy grin. Shifting Akira in her grip.
Pyro chuckled. "You're stealthy. You know that?"
"I'm a bat. I'm a creature of the night."
"I could make a yiffy joke about that, too, but ... I'll leave it to the imagination," said the wolf, pouring himself a cup of punch. Looking to Field. Saying, seriously, "Glad you're okay ... and you stay okay. Okay?"
"Okay."
A chuckle. "Too many okay's," Pyro noted. "But that's okay with me." And he moved off. Back to Dotna. Back to mingling. Enjoying his new family of furs, and ... the companionship. The warmth. He had found a home.
They all had ... home was this ship. And whether it was parked here, or ... whether it was moving through space ...
... home was where the heart was. Cheesy, but true.
"Gonna have your cake?" Adelaide asked.
Field nodded. "Vanilla."
A smile. "Ice cream?"
"Vanilla," he repeated.
"You need chocolate."
A giggle-squeak. "Don't think I can handle that yet ... it'll have me bouncing off the walls."
"I'll just have to find a way to pin you down."
A gurgle from the baby ...
"Mm ... no, no. Definitely no chocolate for you," Adelaide assured. "Anyway, you can't eat solid food yet ... no ... "
Field leaned forward ... and nuzzled his nose to his daughter's forehead.
And Adelaide smiled. For all of Field's fears that he would make a horrible parent ... she knew otherwise.
And the mouse turned and ... nuzzled her, too. Nuzzled Adelaide. And kissed her (on the lips) in front of the whole room of furs.
When the kiss was broken, Adelaide, through half-lidded eyes, whispered, "Your ears didn't even flush."
"No?"
"No ... " A smile. "I'll have to do something about that." And she leaned forward and returned the kiss. Longer, wetter ... this time, the mouse's ears DID blush. A rosy-pink. And Adelaide pulled back. "There we go," she whispered.
Field giggle-squeaked, feeling good. Feeling light. A lot of furs coming up to him and asking him how he was doing ... squeezing his paw ... or batting at his tail. All of them so kind ... the mouse was touched. Eyed watered.
"Cake, darling. Ice cream," Adelaide whispered to him. "No need to cry ... "
A shy smile. No ... no need ...
And the party went on ... well past sunset. 'Til the first star of night shone outside the window. 'Til all the cake and ice cream was gone. 'Til all the words had been said. 'Til all the furs filtered away ... crawling, together, into their beds.
Dreaming of this new home. What it was. What it could be.
Dreaming of hope, and dreaming of love.
Of what wonders ... life was made of. |
literotica | Title: Hotel Frolics Ch. 02
Tags: lesbian, anal, squirting, shaving
*I’m sorry that the second half to this story has taken such a long time to finish off. I apologise, but here it is and I hope you’ll like it. The story takes off right where it ended in “Hotel Frolics”; with Anna and Tom preparing to shave Frida…Comments and feedback is greatly appreciated. /LP*
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Anna turns to me. "Can you get me the hose and turn on the water?"
Thrilled to participate, I reach for the shower hose and turn the water on so I can hose down her pussy. As I hose it down Anna strokes it and rubs Frida's clit lightly, teasing it in passing. We can't hear any complaints. I move the hose to get her crotch all wet and to clear out the loose hair. I resist moving a hand down to touch the now trimmed pussy, but all inside all I want to do is open those swelling lips and push a finger in. But Anna is watching me intently and with razor in hand. By now my dick is really really hard and as usual Anna notices. Another quick rub from her free hand and my pre-cum is once again rubbed all over the head. She lingers a little longer, squeezing me and giving me a quick wank. I always love when she does, but especially in this situation!
Time to lather up. Sara is standing by the open doorway and watches intently.
"Can you pass me the foam?" Anna asks me. I hand her the can.
"Can you help me a bit?"
"Uh, what?" I say, dumbfounded.
"Help me out here, we need to lather her up rich so it'll be easier to shave."
Hardly believing my luck I spray a big glob of foam into my hand and reach for Frida's pussy. Anna has already worked up a good amount of lather, but I eagerly add the foam in my hand. Silently I enjoy the slippery feeling of it all.
While working up a rich lather and running my hand through Frida's trimmed pubes, I see Anna touching Frida's pussy lips, her fingers teasingly gliding along the gash. My rock hard cock twitches in joy at the sight of her hands moving all the way back to her friend's asshole, making sure it's all lathered up more than adequately.
Frida's eyes meet Anna's and by the dilated pupils, slightly heavy eyelids and ragged breathing I can tell she's enjoying this as much as we are. As Anna works the lather up and down Frida's slit I concentrate on her mound. Carefully I part Frida's outer lips, nudging closer to her clit. Her hips push forward as my fingers touches it. Gently I pry the lips and work around the red little knob. I can feel her hips slowly rocking against my hand and my heart makes an excited jump when she reaches down to part her lips for me.
"Keep doing that to her," Anna whispers. "It'll make her more relaxed."
I happily oblige and keep rubbing Frida's protruding clit. The sight of it throbbing and the pungent smell from her moist pussy is getting to me. I start to rub in bigger circles, including her whole pussy area. Her juices are collecting and her hips keep meeting my hand with a new eagerness that wasn't there before. The fact that she's keeping herself open to my prying fingers makes it all the more delectable.
"Do you like what Tom's doing?" Anna whispers huskily into Frida's ear.
"Yes..."
"Then think about how nice it'll feel when we're done shaving you. Imagine the feeling of his tongue on your bare skin..."
She grabs the razor and hands it over to me. I take it and carefully begin to shave the sides of the mound. After every stroke I clean the razor in the water stream from the bathtub. As I move in towards the centre I ask Frida if she wants me to leave some in the middle, but she insists it's all gotta go. Who am I not to oblige?
"Make sure you don't miss anything," Anna says, smiling.
I make sure everything is tip-top smooth before moving onto Frida's pussy area. Like any other sane man I love the feeling of playing with a girl's pussy, and this is one day I won't forget in a hurry!
Frida parts her legs more so I can reach properly. It's nice to get even more access to that pussy of hers. Oh boy, she's going to get such a licking, whether she likes it or not!
I pin down her left labium and carefully manoeuvre the razor in short gentle strokes until it's clean. Then I give it another pass and inspect it, cleaning up any stray strands that are left closer to her opening. Before I move on to do the same on the other side I can't help tease her a little by playing with her clit, and slowly rubbing her pussy up and down it's length with the tip of my finger. With my thumb I hold open her opening and let it go in just slightly, but mainly I concentrate on her clit.
All this time I keep eye contact with her. She is hardly blinking and watches me intently. Then her eyes go to Anna and then back to me. Her breathing is shallow but rapid, sort of mini gasps. She's surprisingly calm. Perhaps she's not as innocent as Anna has made her out to be?
The atmosphere has changed and from the corner of my eye, I can tell Sara's still by the doorway. She's not standing though. In fact, she's sitting down with a hand down her trousers. I throw a quick glance in her direction and realise she's playing with herself. I wonder how long she's been doing that. Anna's sitting next to me and has a satisfied smile on her lips. I can see her nipples have become erect and the cold air in the bathroom is making her breasts tighten. I am hoping everyone is as turned on as me.
Turning back to Frida I continue to shave. Suddenly I feel something by my mouth and my nose drills are filled with a heavy scent. I open my mouth and feel Anna's fingers, coated with her own pussy juices, slipping into my mouth. It's slick and has a nice familiar taste to it. I lick it all off and grin at Anna. Knowing how wet she gets I bet she has created a small puddle on the floor! That's one thing I like about her, she gets easily turned on and lubricated quite a lot. I decide to reach round to see just how wet she is.
"Oh my god, you're wet!" I say hoarsely. It turns me on even more to feel Anna sliding in her own juices on the floor as I probe her pussy. I hook two fingers in and push and pull her pussy a little.
"You really are sopping wet, you horny little bitch, aren't you!" I chuckle, before returning my attentions back to Frida.
I continue to shave the other side of her pussy, making sure I haven't missed anything. Finally I move further down her crack and shave every last bit very gently and slowly, taking care not to nick her anus or anywhere else. I enjoy the feeling of rubbing my hand up and down her completely smooth snatch. It's still slippery from the lather and Frida doesn't seem to mind at all. If she's still shy, she's hiding it very very well.
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Anna hands me the shower stream and I in turn hand it to Frida. Hesitantly she guides it between her parted legs and cleans her shaven snatch for the first time. With the gentle stream of warm water pressed right in to her pussy, she cocks her legs slightly, revelling in this highly arousing – though unusual - situation. She's aware that everyone's looking at her, even her sister who is standing not eight feet away and can see her wide-open smooth pussy.
Frida's top is a little wet from the shower water, so she takes it off and reveals a semi-transparent bra. Her nipples are quite evident, darkened and visibly protruding through the material. Her breasts are shapely and full. I can't help wishing she'll take it off, or let me to it for her!
"So, how does it feel?" Anna asks. "Do you like it?"
Frida looks down at her clean-shaven snatch. Timidly she touches the smooth skin.
"It feels...different."
"It takes a while to get used to, and you might have some problem with itching in the beginning, but don't worry. It'll be fine and you'll get used to it."
"It's so...smooth," Frida says, hardly believing it. "My skin feels so soft."
"Yes," Anna smiles. "Don't you love it?"
Meanwhile I take the shower head and drop it back into the bath. I then move in to Frida's inner thigh and place a gentle kiss. Carefully I kiss along her thigh until I reach her pussy. My lips brushes over her clit while my tongue subtly flick over her gash. Thankfully she doesn't move or close her legs, nor does she push me away. Feeling bolder I plant gentle rosebud kisses on her thighs, and then brave licking her slit with my tongue. She shudders and lightly holds me by the face with one hand, and clasps the back of it with the other.
When I look up Frida's looking directly at me, steadily breathing through her mouth. She parts her legs some more, eagerly moving her pelvis up towards me slightly. I can smell her aroma now and feel the heat emanating from her depths. As my tongue guides its way up her opening, from bottom to her erect clit, it probes a little firmer and I can feel a coating of slick juice on my tongue and trailing behind. I swallow and it tastes, oh, so very good. In fact, I want some more of it and eagerly continue to tease and probe my tongue inside her hole, lapping it up a few times, withdrawing and swallowing again.
I can hear her breath getting deeper, and when I look her toes are curled and her back is a little arched. Smiling to myself I can't help but assume she's enjoying the sensations. Gently I part her lips with my thumbs, spreading and pushing up, proudly revealing her engorged clit. I blow on it slightly then very tenderly play my tongue around it and kiss it some more. My lips surround it as I suck it softly. As I suck I work my way down her length, into the hole and back up, enveloping it in her own juices which are now bubbling out of her eager and wanting hole. I watch as it contracts and opens, showing me everything she has to offer. Her juices are flowing freely and I take the opportunity to press my flattened tongue and wiggle it up and down her pussy. I don't know what the others are making of this, but Frida's finding it difficult answering that same question herself, going by her responses.
"Relax," I can hear Anna's voice say. "Go with the flow. Enjoy it. Lie back and relax."
Anna's words seem to have a somewhat calming effect on Frida. I can feel her relaxing a bit more, but now and then she tenses up. It's like she doesn't know how to respond to the situation. Who can blame her?
She's a quiet girl, although from time to time she does let out a soft moan or cry. At those times a wonderful tingle runs through my body. I find her soft moans very arousing as they come from a deep place and hit the right note in me.
Meanwhile I can hear Anna's not holding back. Knowing her libido to be matching mine, at times surpassing it, I look behind me and find she has worked herself into a bit of a sweat by now. She is crouching and has two fingers inside of her while panting as she watches me give head to her friend only a few inches away.
Suddenly Anna stops her administrations. Someone's put a finger inside of her and as she pulls her's out and tries to steady herself, she looks behind and sees Sara looking at her with a pleasurable look. I can tell Anna's surprised, for a brief minute she doesn't seem to know how to react to her friend's invading finger, but pretty soon she closes her eyes and give out a loud groan.
"Put another in," she begs hoarsely.
Sara obliges and slides another finger into Anna's soaking pussy. Her fingers are strong and curved slightly along the shape of Anna's pussy.
"Oooh, that's so nice," Anna sighs, slowly rocking her hips to meet Sara's fingers. From experience I know she loves having two or three fingers inside of her, moving in a steady pace and sometimes speeding up. I can tell she's enjoying Sara's administrations, but I also know she'll sooner or later want to feel more rugged and forceful thrusts.
I take a break from licking Frida, but keep my fingers inside of her for playing while watching Anna and Sara. Anna is reaching under to feel Sara's persistent fingering. She wipes her dripping cum off her bald mound and then makes contact with Sara's slippery fingers. Sara's got three fingers going in and out now, and by the sounds of Anna's moaning and groaning, she's certainly enjoying it!
By now Sara's index finger on the other hand finds its way to Anna's asshole and begins to play with it lightly. She is quickly losing her inhibitions now and her kinkier side is starting to show. Surprisingly enough she bends down and starts to lick Anna's puckered hole. For Anna it's a subtle change, but judging from her hips moving backwards to take in more of Sara's finger, she likes what's being done to her.
Just watching Sara fingering Anna's pussy and ass is enough to make me cum right there and then, but I manage to control myself. The room is now filled with the sounds emanating from a wet pussy being played with. Or should I say pussies?
Sara's fingering is a bit erratic as she concentrates on Anna's pussy and asshole. When she stops fingering Anna whimpers loudly, although three fingers are still deep inside her pussy. Being the nice girl that she is, Sara soon continues to tease Anna's asshole. Watching Anna's face contort in absolute pleasure gets me more and more worked up. My dick is rock hard by now and I'm dying to get a taste of Anna's pussy when Sara's done with her.
Frida in her turn has her eyes closed and her upper body's slightly arched back, resting on the marble mantle shelf that houses the cistern. By now the mirrors are steamed from the heat of the water. I look at Friday and take in the sight of her pussy. It looks delicious and as my mouth encircles her I suck, lick and probe to my heart's content. She tastes sooo good.
\#
I can feel Frida really juicing up now and the more I lick up and down her slit, her sweet juices run along it. Carefully I begin caressing her ass hole with one hand, while the other cups her breast. Frida herself is kneading her other breast and pushing at my mouth and finger. I gently begin tracing my tongue down her slit, from her clit, around her pussy hole and down towards the small brown hole. As I'm not sure if she's ever dabbled into anal before, I try to stay alert to any signals of her wanting me to stop.
"Is this ok with you," I ask to be on the safe side.
"Uhh...yes..., do it...," she whispers back as the tip of my tongue reaches its goal.
"Oh!" I hear her gasp in a surprised voice. I continue to tease her puckered hole with my tongue, my other hand now strumming her clit and working it's tempo to a crescendo. Without warning her anus contracts and she lets out a desperate sigh.
"Oooh, oh my God, I think...I think I'm cumming!" she groans. By now I can feel her legs start to shake and her pussy contracts violently. Suddenly the legs twinge and at the same moment something wet sprays my face. I can feel her grab my hair as her legs quivers and she bucks her back as she spasms.
"Uh..oooh...keep licking!"
My face is soaked by her pussy juice and she keeps pushing me into her with force. When she finally lets go of my hair I look up at her and see her whole body reclining as it was before. Her nipples are hard and there's a pink blush on her cheeks and neck. Her chest is heaving and her body glistening with a film of sweat. Her breathing's heavy as if she's hesitant to let go of the feeling within her, relinquishing it and holding on to it for as long as it lets her to.
It takes me a while to realise how hard my cock is by now. My balls are tight and filled with semen that can't wait to be released. As I return to earth, it dawns on me that Anna is holding my bursting rock solid cock and wanking me as hard as she dares. She seems to be enjoying being played with by Sara, while giving me an excellent hand job. I sure as hell won't stop her!
Instead I spread my legs to give her better access. God it feels good to have a woman hold me! As I'm crouched my face is only inches from Frida's beautifully smooth and soaking wet pussy. I quietly revel in the sight. She gives me a content smile and keeps her legs open for me.
Anna suddenly pulls away her hand.
"Turn around. I want to blow you."
I swivel round and reposition myself so that I can give her better access to my dick, as well as watch Sara kneeling down behind her, licking her and fingering her. And then I feel something wet and warm taking me deeper and deeper in.
Anna's really working it. Her mouth goes down my shaft as far as she can manage, and all the time her tongue flickers around it. It's like she's making intricate patterns along it. Occasionally she'll go slowly up again and just suck the head.
"Do you like what I'm doing?" she asks with a devilish grin.
"I love it," I reply in a hoarse voice. "You know I love it when you suck me."
"You do?" She pulls off for a breather and teasingly runs the tip of her tongue along her lips.
"Oh yeah, fuck I love it when you go down on me!"
"Good..." and down she goes again. I moan loudly and begin to move my hips upwards to meet those luscious lips of hers'. For a while I loose myself in the bliss of Anna's mouth, but pretty soon I remember Sara. I open my eyes and look at her. She's looking directly at me, and then dives back into Anna's pussy.
"Mmm..., keep doing that," Anna whimpers.
Whatever Sara is doing Anna sure seems to enjoy it. From my point of view it seems Sara is both fingering as well as giving her a good licking. Occasionally Anna will push back against Sara's hand and I'll see Sara's hand drive faster into her.
"Oh yes! Keep doing that!" Anna pants. Her breathing's sometimes irregular, and I can only imagine how hard it must be for her to concentrate on both giving me a blow job, as well as trying not to cum while Sara's pumping two fingers into her.
At one point I swear Sara's looking at me provocatively before taking out her middle finger from Anna's soaked pussy. While holding my gaze she licks it to the hilt, then submerge it deep back into Anna's pussy. Anna in turn is frantically licking along my shaft while sporadically gulping it all the way down.
"Oh fuck!"
I can't help but groaning and imagining how Sara is now plunging four fingers in and out of Anna's pussy. From what I can see her hand is now very wet indeed from all of Anna's juices. Knowing her, there won't ever be a shortage of lubrication.
Occasionally Anna stops to enjoy what Sara's doing to her. Then she gets back to blowing me and every time I feel the head of my cock touch the back of her throat, I moan loudly. I absolutely adore the feeling of my head rubbing on the roof of her mouth and back of the throat continuously as she takes me in and out again.
"Yeah, suck it hard. Do it as hard as you can."
"Mmmm, you taste wonderful," Anna smiles at me. "I really want you to cum. I crave you so much."
I grab her hair and bury my hands in it while gently pulling her down onto my cock.
"Do it," I say.
"Do what?" she chuckle in between sucks, knowing fully well what I'm after.
"Stick it in. Stick a finger up my ass." I thrust my hips faster against her face and let out the loudest groan of tonight as I feel her finger press into my back opening and massaging me to a full orgasm.
For a while it seems as if time has stopped. My mind goes blank for a couple of seconds, then my legs begin to shake and shortly thereafter I feel the explosion. It's as if my whole being is centred around my groin area. My balls swell up and involuntarily I push Anna's head further down while it all erupts.
"Oh God! Uuhhh...ahhh...," I growl and push my hips forward as I feel the wonderful release of my cum racing through my shaft and into Anna's hot mouth. She takes the full load and – God bless her – swallows most of it, and then playing with the rest of it as she cleans up my dick.
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My mind's in a state of blissful afterglow and it takes me a while to register that Sara's still working on Anna's pussy.
Anna's voice brings me back to reality.
"Oooh...mmm...that feels great...."
"Let me touch your breasts," Sara suddenly says in a low voice.
"Huh?"
"Let me touch your breasts. I want to."
After an affirmative nod from Anna, Sara carefully leans over her back and cups Anna's tits.
"They're so soft..."
"Mmm..."
"And so pert and small."
Anna looks back at Sara and smiles. I watch her splay her legs even further apart and thrust her rounded buttocks up in the air towards Sara. Sara notices and quickly returns her concentration to fingering Anna. By now she's pushing four fingers in noticeably deeper and harder than before, as if her hand was a cock trying to fill her lover up completely.
Watching them going at it is a huge turn-on, but my body still needs to recover from the load I shot into Anna's mouth. Instead I reach down to Anna's pussy and begin to play with her clit while Sara's tonguing and fingering her from behind.
"Do it faster!"
I increase my ministrations on Anna's clit and I can feel Sara's pushing her fingers in faster. By now Anna's being pushed into my hand by the force of Sara's fingering.
"Do it harder!"
I can feel Anna flinching and her breathing's getting very laboured. It won't be long now.
"Oh God...oh my fucking...uhhh...I'm gonna...oooh...I'm cumming!"
And that's when she erupts. Her body goes into spasms and a deep guttural sound escapes her lips. The heavy pungent smell of her juices quickly mixes with those of her friends. Her legs quiver as she collapses onto the floor and me. She's gasping for air and forming incoherent sentences. My hand is still firmly placed against her now throbbing clit and carefully massaging it. Every time my thumb brushes by it her body twitches. As the twitches die out, her whole body surrendering, I hold her in my arms.
The lull in the intensity and atmosphere lets us for the first time hear what's going on outside of our hotel room; doors opening and closing and people walking by, in conversation or not, on their way somewhere. A room service cart clanks past.
Nobody wants to move and for a few minutes, nobody does. |
nifty | I sat beside him in the small steam room, there was the touch of elbows but no movement towards me, he was around 45, smooth body, nice pubic hair, soft and downy, and shaved cock and balls. Looked an educated type, but made no response to me. Another guy left and Tony (his name) moved to the other side of me. I kept glancing at him but he was just looking straight ahead. At last I reached over and touched his chest, he immediately turned, smiled and the game was on.
Stroking, rubbing, hugging, slippery and hot. He was a beautiful kisser and we kissed for England in there! We were so close that I was disappointed when he said it was too hot for him and he had to shower. Five minutes later I showered and went into the sauna. I lay for a while, two guys stroked and sucked me as I relaxed in the heat, I could see Tony sitting at the other end but thought he'd lost interest. When the two moved on, I didn't want to cum, Tony came over and we started again. It's been very rare to feel as close as this to someone in these circumstances but there was definitely something special between us.
We sucked each other, I knelt astride his lap, the wooden slats hurting my legs, rubbed my wet cock on his chest, felt his hardness stroking between my ass cheeks, felt a tremendous urge to sit down on him, I felt very feminine at that point, felt like giving him my virginity but held off.
Again he went out for a shower, I waited a while, more attention from others, realised he wasn't coming back in so I went to find him. A long shower, then I went upstairs to the cubicles. He was standing in the small video room, when I touched his back he turned and we embraced, hugging close and kissing wetly and hard, oblivious to those around.
We found an empty cubicle, dropped our towels, he sat on the platform, drew me to him, sucked my nipples, our cocks dancing together. I pushed him down, lay on him and kissed him again, then worked my way down over his smooth body to his cock, sucked him long and hard, pushed him hard against my throat, almost deep throated him, wanted him all inside me.
I think he was impressed with the attention I was giving him. Then he told me to lay down, then started 40 minutes or so the most exquisite attention I have ever had. He gently nipped me with small bites all the way from my forehead to my feet, have you ever had anyone bite your heels! He then concentrated on my cock, balls and ass, kissing sucking pumping, kneading, all the time gently pushing his finger deeper and deeper inside me. He could tell I didn't fuck, or had been fucked, a pleasant surprise and a change for him, and then, he took my legs and spread them wide, bent my knees, then lay between them and for a moment I thought he was going to penetrate me but he just slid up and down my ass crack. Beautiful feeling.
Now he turned me over, how wanton I felt, offering my smooth ass to him, he rode me, working up and down, hands sliding underneath my slippery body, I turned my head and we kissed deeply. He said how hot I was, how erotic, as his cock slid across my ass, I pressed into the mattress, cock hard and wet. I pushed my ass up, face and shoulders still on the black plastic surface, an invite to him I suppose, his tongue went so deep into me..... But there was no forcing, and he knew that I was not for fucking, even though it was there for him...
He turned me over again, we were both dripping with sweat, I was his and his for ever at that point. He pumped my cock, and pushed his thumb into me, as it slipped in I exploded over my stomach and chest. He laughed quietly and said 'never been fucked have you, nice to find these days'. We both smoothed my hot cum over my body, lay and kissed and hugged for a while. He was staying on and would cum later. |
FSE | Title: Endangered Love - Chapter 9 by Mirron Tenshi
Tags: Fight, German Shepherd, Male, Rottweiler, Violence (Not In Yiff), white lion
Endangered Love
Chapter 9: Dispatching Killers
By: Mirron Tenshi
The bat stooped on the roof, giggling as the white lion stood next to him, "How many we've got?" Crow's large ears quirked as a wide grin spread wide on his snout.
"Kghkghkghkgh! This is too funnn!"
"Their locations? . . . Now before we die?"
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A figure is lying on a branch, in a tree almost a mile away East, where he is wearing a black uniform, including a ski-mask, looking through a scope locked onto his rifle. He watched as a bat and a white lion just standing on the rooftop. Focusing on the feline, the sniper gently put his finger on the trigger. The scope zoomed in on the lion's face. Under the black wool, the assassin grinned as the target lines pointed around the lion's right eye.
Then, the lion vanished. "Huh???" He moved the scope to the right, when he jumped when he saw the bat's horrifying, dark clownish smile. "Oh ff-UUUUUCCKK!!" Out of nowhere, he felt a searing pain on his back.
Platinum pulled his katana out of the sniper's spine. Knowing he'll be dead in minutes, he sheathed his blade. "That's one down . . ." He muttered softly. He dropped from the tree, but disappeared in a blur before his form can touch the grass.
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Meanwhile, Brandon strolled up to Josh's house. He knocked a few times on the door. "Hey, Matt! It's Brandon! Keith's in town, open up!"
\-KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK- The wolf smirked, "Ah, c'mon, Matt! I know you're in there!" The canine happened to turn the knob when he realized the door's open. "Huh?" Brandon shrugged. As he entered Brandon soon found Matthew's and Josh's bodies, konked out and limb in the floor. His eyes spotted the black darts on their necks. "Oh God . . . Shit, this is not good . . ." He muttered as he delicately plucked the darts out.
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"WEEEHEEE!" The bat twirled in the air, moving in unpredictable directions in pursuit of a single spot path, like a warplane shot out of the sky and spiraling down to earth. As he flew in, several silent zooms kept BARELY missing him. Crow cackled, each click of the far away trigger as loud to him as a marching band.
"HERE AH COME!!!" He proclaimed. Just then, a bullet made it through, grazing him on the head, "YYYYYOOOWWW!!" He shrieked as he back flipped in the air, and started to fall.
"Got him . . ." The hidden hunter muttered inside the bush he was in. The bat had dropped out of his scope on the rifle. He moved his weapon, then seeing the bat right ahead! Zooming, hovering inches from the ground, "Oh shi- KUGGHHH!" Before he knew it, Crow had shot at him, sunk his fangs in, and flew off from the bush, which was now sliced in half thanks to hidden blades along the ridge of his wings. The manic bat snorted as he slammed them both into a tree.
"How's THIS for sloppy, Platty?!" He then rose a clawed foot, and brought it down.
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"Hang on, Matt, just hang on!" Brandon muttered as he took a cushion from the couch, and put Matthew's head on it. He then put another cushion next to the first one, "C'mon, Josh . . ." He hoisted the rottweiler up, and carefully put him next to Matthew. The canine laid his head onto Matthew's chest. Then onto Josh's chest.
"Fuck . . . Their heart rates are already speeding up." The wolf then bolted up, and went for the kitchen. He seized the nearest pot he can find, put it under the faucet, and filled it halfway with hot water. He then put it on the stove, and turned up the heat.
"Ice . . . Ice!" Brandon stepped to the fridge, and threw open the freezer. He grabbed one ice pack, and a half-gallon of Neapolitan ice cream. He hastily scooped all of the ice cream into a zip-block bag, and dashed back into the living room, where he put the cold packs on both the canine's head. Josh and Matthew were already breaking into a sweat, both of them panting in their state.
"Ok . . . Ok ok, I need . . . Rose petals!" He jumped up, and hopped outside. He looked frantically around until he spotted a red rose bush across the street. Brandon sprinted forward, gripping a fully bloomed rose, and yanking a pawful of petals off, and going back into the house. Brandon dumped the petals into the stilled water on the stove.
"Have to hurry . . . Hold on, guys!" He said while he scrambled around for other ingredients.
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"Wainet, report! Is the blasted job done, or not?!" Yelled a communicator on the ground.
The lion's ears perked up at the name, "Wainet, huh? A crime lord's career can't be what it used to be when you submit to scum like Starkerse."
"Fffuuck- off!" A masked sniper is fighting knife to kunai with Platinum, growling as the feline swung his katana up on the dagger, jerking it up, and brought it down to stab, only to have the killer move aside, and punch the lion's wrist, dropping the kunai.
"Wainet, if you do not reply you will be 'Tarred'!" The sniper yelped. He delivered a surprise kick to the gut onto Platinum, before he dashed to the communicator. He fumbled the device before pressing the button, "Sir- We need-"
\*TAK\*
"-Backup! We're being attacked! One by . . ." His eyes just spotted a shuriken, half buried into the gadget, "One . . ." A few sparks of static, and it was dead. He whirled around to see the white lion charging at him, a strange white, spade-shaped glow on his paw.
"Tenshi Lotus Art: Waning Leaf!" He then jabbed at the hunter's stomach, and leaped back, having injected the technique. The assailant coughed, feeling the moisture and feeling in his body start to retract to the middle. He looked at his numb paws in horror, feeling like he was turning into dust! Platinum picked up his kunai and sheathed his sword into his sleeve. "This is your punishment: After having drained innocent clients of their savings, and sucking their lives dry, so will you crumble and fade like a dying leaf." With that, he blurred again, just as the sniper huffed like a sickly man, and fell.
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The wolf hastily stirred the boiling concoction, adding in dollops of boysenberry syrup into it. He looked over his shoulder, growling as he saw both males shuddering, sweating profusely.
The Black Furnace. It's a poison mixture derived from various plants from the desert, mixed in with tree frog fluids and komodo dragon saliva, along with various trace elements. It's a toxin that used to take a day to take effect, but as Brandon can see, it may have been tweaked since the last time he and the Matthew had seen it. If Brandon had gotten here sooner, we would've been able to suck it out orally, like one would a rattle snake bite, but he doesn't know just how long ago Josh and Matthew have been poisoned; the symptoms have already begun to surface: sweating, fever, shaking, and-
\*Cough cough\* Josh squirmed and cringed as he started hacking, a drop of blood dripping from his lips.
"Dammit . . . Brew faster . . . !" Brandon growled as he grabbed a sliced lime and tomato.
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Crow swooped in and took up another sniper by the neck. "Crow! We need him for interrogation!" Platinum called. The bat ignored him; as mad as he was, he couldn't resist the urge to rip someone else apart. He easily lifted the man up high. The sniper struggled as the clawed feet took hold of his head and around he neck.
"Please! No! Have MERC-AHHHH!!" Crow laughed and cackled like a crazed maniac as he pulled the guy's head. In a crack, Crow decapitated the perpetrator, his blood spurting from his neck.
"Dammit!" Platinum yelled out. "That had better not have been the last one!"
"If ye shall need thy intear-rogation, then ye must look yondar!" Crow said in his manic-British voice.
"Screw this! I'm outta here!" Proclaimed another dark assailant as he jumped out of the bush from three houses down and started sprinting; yeah, he's the new guy.
"Crow, catch him! Do NOT kill him!" Crow dropped the body and head and dived down. The other sniper shrieked as the metal feet claws dug into his shoulders and he was lifted up. The bat then zoomed into the air and landed onto a branch, flinging the last sniper onto the ground. The terrified hunter struggled as he faced Platinum, who grabbed his sweater, and tore off his ski mask. "Now, if you please. Speak now."
The assassin whimpered in fear, "S-S-St-Starkerse wanted me to-to get that ba-At and the two can-n-n-nines and take'em ta Taeho City! I-I-I don't know anything else, I swear!!"
". . . You're lying." Platinum said.
"NO! I'M not!!"
"Crow . . . We don't need this one . . ." The bat giggled menacingly.
"NO! Please nooo!" He grunted and yowled as he felt the steel claws dig into his sides. "Don't kill me! I'll do anything!"
"No need . . ." The lion replied. The man struggled horribly as he felt the bat drag him up.
"DON'T! Don't kill me! I'll tell you everything!" He looked as the lion in white stood, refusing to listen. "I HAVE A X-CHIP!" Platinum's left ear quirked.
\*CLANG!\* A fine blade intercepted the curved metal talons on Crow's feet. Platinum turned his katana like a key, making those claws draw from the agent's sides in order to drop him. The dark assassin grunted as he looked up at the lion.
"Platinum?" Crow tiled his head to the side, "Why NOT kill him?? He's as baddie as they all are!" The lion started his pale eyes blatantly at the hyena before him. "If he DOES have a X-Chip, can we not dissect him? OOoooh! I know! Let's dissect him alive!!!" Crow chortled harshly, "THE SCREAMS would be beyond words!"
The white lion's head lowered. He clicked his sword back from the bat's feet, making him flap his large wings in order to fly onto a branch. He held the blade up, as if to slash the assailant. The hyena flinched and clenched his eyes shut.
\*SHING!\*
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"Final touch," The wolf said as he picked up a saucer of mashed strawberries, and sloshed them into the bubbling pot. Removing and stilling the pot, the chemicals in the strawberry juice quickly cooled the stew before melting everything that has been put into it into a smooth, dark purple syrup instead of a brownish-grey chunky paste. "Yes!" He put the pot down, and got out a measuring cup and grabbed a knife.
Brandon then took a rather large potato, and cut it in half. Using a fork, he scored hastily at the light yellow spud meat before going back to Josh and Matthew, who were already moaning, wheezing, and drooling blood.
The canine quickly went back into the kitchen, and picked up the pot - which is already condensing frost on the outside - and took the measuring cup, and knelt down next to the suffering dogs.
"Hang on, guys . . ." Brandon took the cup, and scooped up with cold solution in the cup, and brought it to Josh's face. He opened his mouth, and gently poured in the solution. Josh suddenly gasped awake as he felt a liquid snowstorm surge down his throat.
"FULLLG-" He coughed and writhed as Brandon pressed the potato on Josh's neck, where the dart was.
"I know, I know, just swallow and keep this on your neck!" He put the caramel paw onto the potato, and then tended to Matthew.
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\*SHING!\*
The hyena whimpered as he shook, hearing the blade. After a moment, he noticed that his gut wasn't filleted. He peaked one eye open to see the lion holding his sword out, a white glow fading off of the clean blade, which was splattered in blood just a moment ago.
"You're not keeling him? CAN I DO IT?! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!"
"No, you can't," Platinum answered, "We're going to Techno right now."
"Technoooooooo?" Crow asked as his head turned half way clock-wise, "Why HIS place?" The white lion then swiped a paw at the hyena's neck, knocking him out with just a touch.
"One, for the X-Chip. Two, we've been poisoned." The bat simply laughed out loud.
"POISONNNNNNNED?! I never felt better in mah-" His voice got caught in his throat. He felt a flash of hot sweat sweep over him.
"According to our latest report, Starkerse is having his snipers soak their bullets and blades in a toxin called the Black Furnace. Not to mention their darts" Crow started heaving as his body started quivering. "I told you," Platinum said as he turned to the bat, "You need to be less sloppy." He then did a sleep touch on the bat as well. The lion then hefted Crow hover his shoulder, and turned to the dormant hyena sniper. He sighed as he squatted and took him up under his arm.
"Governmental double agents are so . . . Annoying . . ." He, Crow and the sniper vanished in a blur.
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Brandon pulled out a heavy blanket from the closet, and dragged it over to Josh and Matthew, who were now shuddering madly, on Josh's bed, cringing and chattering their teeth as if they were just brought in from a blizzard. "You remember, Matt?" He said as he laid the quilt over them, both of them out of their sweaty clothes and wrapped in bathrobes, "The only way to cure the Furnace is hypothermia." The wolf chuckled, placing more blankets over the two of them.
"Woulda been different if the antidote wasn't so crude this time, but ya know how things come up. Gotta work with what cha got."
The antidote that Brandon brewed wasn't exactly an antidote at all. It was a pretty poor imitation of another poison that is supposed to freeze the victim from the inside. However, with none of the right ingredients, and everything brewed as a substitute, it was a close-enough resemblance to give a drinker cold flashes. What's more, it forces the chemicals in the Black Furnace to back track its process, oozing out from where it entered the body, which needs to be absorbed, or it will cause a burning rash.
That's why Brandon had the potatoes; in his experience, potatoes suck up the poison on contact. The spuds took in most of the toxin, and he mashed some raw, untainted potato meat into a paste, and put it on band aids onto the puncture wounds on their necks.
"Talk about going from the frying pan, and into the freezer, eh? Heh heh heh." After layering the rottie and shepherd with thick blankets he found around the house, the wolf then turned the heating knob next to bedroom door in order for the heater to turn on. "Hollar when ya wake up, boys. I'll get to work on some soup." With that, Brandon closed the door, leaving the freezing canines under the many blankets, whimpering, shaking, and hugging each other tightly to stay warm. |
FSE | Title: Chapter 4- The Downward Spiral by catindminor
Tags: Angst, Canine, Club, Feline, No-Yiff, Plot Development
A/N All the characters belong to me! Please do not use with out my permission ^\_^
For the past three days, Acara was finding it hard to stay together. She had to face Trent Fuzzner multiple times a day, and deal with his overly flirty nature. The first day, the feline sat in her temporary office making phone calls when the canine came in for no particular reason. She had just finished finalizing the New Zealand show and was about to call up Rob to let him know, when there was a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and almost screamed. Trent was just standing there, staring down at her. It was easy to tell that the canine was checking her out. Acara wanted to punch him in the face, but she managed to control herself.
"So you're the new tour assistant?" he grinned. "Most of them crack before we hit the road," he said plainly.
Acara gulped, she'd probably crack also, but for an entirely different reason. She didn't know for how long she'd bear to be in the same room with the singer. "I, well, I should be fine," the feline said nervously.
The canine laughed at this, "You don't sound that way." His pale blue eyes stared right into hers. He found it odd how she looked so uneasy. Trent knew that some were intimidated by him, but not this much. "We're all going out to drink tonight, are you busy?" The rest of the group wanted to get to know the newbie, and Trent thought she was attractive so he wouldn't mind her tagging a long.
The feline felt like she was on the verge of an anxiety attack, there was no way she was going out with them. "I'm really sorry!" She couldn't hold the eye contact anymore. "I have a lot of work to do, and I don't want to fall behind."
Trent cocked an eyebrow; exactly how much did that dragon give her to do? "Fine, maybe next time." He gave her a wink and turned to leave.
"Wait!" Acara stood up in her chair and was about to go after him if he continued to walk. The dog turned around and looked at her with a confused glare. "I saw your Boston gig. I don't know if you remember me..." She held her breath as she waited for an answer. So far, the musician gave no clue if he remembered her or not. He could have just been waiting for her to bring it up.
The Weimaraner thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Sorry, not at all. I'll see you at rehearsal tomorrow." He left, and Acara held her head low. She sat back down in her chair with tears starting to stream down her cheeks. She figured as much.
The days the followed were no easier. Usually, the feline held her composure at work, and the moment she got back to the hotel she was curled up crying. The singer was making it so hard for her; he kept flirting with her all day. Always making little side comments about the new 'eye candy' to his band mates that she just happened to over hear. Acara found herself being extremely cold back to him. It was the only way to mask any other feeling that was running though her.
By the forth day, she was starting to dread coming to work. She was glad that she was still able to keep her front up, the last thing she needed was Rob worrying about her. Sighing, Acara parked her car at the studio and made her way to the entrance. The feline wasn't even inside the building yet when she felt a tap on her shoulder. "Hey kitty! What'cha doing tonight?"
"My friend is coming to visit me from Vegas," she lied. The calico cat didn't even bother turning around. "We're going to hang out around the city."
She heard Trent snort as he came up next to her and opened the door, letting her go in first. "You have to come out with us at least one night before the tour."
Acara sighed and walked into the building, with the canine following close behind her. Every damn day he asked her! "Tomorrow." Maybe if she just went, he'd leave her alone. "I'll go out tomorrow." She spoke in a defeated tone.
The Weimaraner grinned and pat her on the head. "Robin lives closest to you, he'll pick you up at 11."
"Way to make plans for someone else," she grumbled. The feline was not in a good mood. She quickly made a left into the rehearsal room, relieved that Trent kept walking down the hall. She slumped down into one of the plastic chairs and let out a sigh.
"You ok?" The question came so sudden that Acara jumped into the air. She looked up and saw Ally, the red panda, staring at her from behind his keyboard. "Sorry!" He apologized after he saw her freak out.
The feline shook her head, "No, its cool." Ally was probably the nicest member of the group. He was very caring and considerate. Whenever Acara had a problem and Rob wasn't around, the panda would always be the one to help her. "And I'm fine, just stressed."
Ally nodded, understanding how the calico cat must feel. "Yeah, it'll only get worse once we get out on the road. But hey, you're doing a great job for a newbie." This made the intern smile. "And I over heard that you're coming out with us Friday." He grinned and leaned foreword on his keyboard.
Once again, a sigh escaped Acara's lips. "Yeah, so Trent will leave me the hell alone about it."
The panda let out a chuckle, "I doubt that's going to happen. Though if you're coming with us, I should let you in on our little game."
"Game?" The feline cocked her head in confusion.
"Yeah, Ally frowned, "Its called 'Don't Let Trent Drink too Much or Take any Weird Drug, While Making Sure He Doesn't Pick up a Hooker.'"
"Sounds like a fun game," Acara growled. This only reassured her that going out with the band was going to be a nightmare. She wasn't much of a partier anyway, and she did have to admit, when faced with alcohol she always drank a little more then she should. Then her friend always got to tell her all the wonderful things she did while intoxicated.
Acara and Ally's conversation came to and end when the rest of the band started filing into the room. Trent was the last one in, and for some reason he had a stupid smile on his face. The calico cat figured he probably just shot up or something. The thought actually shocked her. She used to hold the musician in such high regard, and ever since that night she looked down on him. For a split second, she almost felt bad about it. That was until the dog opened his big mouth.
"So guys, Acara's finally gonna party with us!" Trent grinned at her before he went to go set up his mic. "So we all have to buy her drinks! We can't let the newbie walk away sober!"
Acara just shook her head and sighed. She was going to say something, but Robin started talking first. "Sounds like a plan!" He laughed. The raptor was just as bad as Trent, dammit.
"No, that's really ok," the feline protested. "I'd rather not get too drunk..."
"To bad," the canine cut her off. "You don't have to pay for them."
"That's not the problem!" Acara growled back, "I'd just rather not get drunk." She really didn't trust herself drunk around the band. Ally would be fine, cause he wouldn't try to molest her. Trent though, she didn't know. And she didn't really trust Robin, Jeordie and Josh either. The calico was relieved when Rob walked in, saving her from starting a full on argument.
"Everyone set up?" The dragon got right down to business. Trent sighed and nodded. "Then why aren't you practicing?" Acara couldn't help but grin; she loved him for putting the dog in his place. Rob waited for them to start before he motioned for his intern to follow him. He brought her around all the electronics describing what each did and showing her how to set them up. It was hard to take everything in with the band playing, but the feline tried to listen the best she could.
The next two hours flew by. At the end of the practice session, Acara knew how to work all the equipment the band needed. Rob was just awesome like that. She also had 'Closer' stuck in her head, but she'd rather not think about that. The dragon told her she could go home early, as he had nothing else for her to do. She took total advantage of that situation. Anything to get away from Trent. As the feline drove back to her apartment, she was in deep thought. She found it depressing that her favorite band in the world had such a tarnished image now. "I'm an idiot," she sighed. After all, it was her fault for this happening. If only she didn't wait outside to meet the band. If only she didn't let him fuck her. If only... If only she listened to Hunter and didn't do this stupid internship.
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It was Friday night. Acara didn't want it to be Friday night, but she couldn't stop or fast foreword time. She sat on the couch with a sign. Robin should be there any moment to pick her up. The feline was already starting to feel sick. What if she just told him she had the flu? No, that wouldn't work. Crap. "I don't want to go!" She hissed to herself.
A few minutes later she saw lights, and heard honking. "God damnit." This was it. The feline reluctantly pulled herself off the couch and made her way out to the raptors car. She got in the car with an unhappy pout plastered to her face. She didn't even look at Robin, just down at her feet.
"Looks like we have a sad pussy on our paws," the guitarist laughed to himself at his joke. The remark just earned a hiss from his passenger. He pulled out of the hotel's parking lot and zoomed down the road. "But seriously, what's up?" That was the first time he ever showed her concern. "Listen, I won't really force you to get drunk. Was only joking."
Acara shook her head, "Trent wasn't," she spoke in a low growl.
"True," the raptor nodded in agreement. "Eh, he'll be to drunk to remember." An awkward silence washed over the car. Acara was too angry to talk, and Robin didn't know what to say to crack though her shell. It seemed the root of her anger was Trent, judging by her last comment. "Hey, I know Trent is overwhelming at times. But you know, he's going though some hard times right now. We're trying to get him off drugs, and you know."
The feline really didn't care if the canine was going though a hard time. She didn't care if he was addicted to drugs or whatever. It sounded like Robin was just making excuses. "He's not the only one going though hard times." She sighed again. The raptor hadn't done anything to her, yet. The calico cat was starting to feel bad for being a total bitch. "Sorry, its just some things are going on with me. I haven't been in the best of moods."
Robin was shocked by the sudden apology. "It's cool. Don't worry about it." He gave her a friendly smile, "Just have fun tonight. Once we leave you won't have the chance to relax."
Acara smiled back at him. She had really never spoke to him before, maybe he wasn't as bad as his stage persona seemed. Robin was one of the guys jumping around and destroying everything in sight, so she figured he was just as bad as Trent. But he wasn't, and he managed to calm her nerves a bit. "I'll try," her voice picked up a little. It wasn't like she was going to be alone with Trent. Ally would be there, they were friends. And it seemed Robin had her back too. She was going to have fun.
The bar was already packed when the two got there. "Finally!" A familiar, drunken, voice was heard over the crowd. "Took you forever!" Trent made his way over to Robin and Acara. "Get me two shoots!" He shouted to the bartender.
The raptor shook his head, overwhelming indeed. "Listen, Acara really doesn't want to..."
The canine cut her off. "Don't take her side! She's out with us, she has to drink!" The bartender gave him two shoots of vodka. "Now both of you, shot. Now."
Acara hissed at Trent. "I don't do shots. I told you I'm not drinking," She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "If you're gonna be an asshole I'll go back right now." Robin sighed, already a fight was breaking out. He quickly did his shot just to appease the canine.
The singer grinned and glared down at the feline. "What, to scared to do the shoot? Lightweight!"
Her eyes went wide, "What did you just say?" She hissed.
"That's right," a big grin appeared on the Weimaraner face. "You're scared its gonna burn. I bet you haven't even drunk before anyway. Oh well, I'll give this to someone whose man enough to drink. I forgot little pussy's couldn't handle big people things."
Oh no, he didn't just go there. "Fuck you, give me that!" She grabbed the shot glass and downed it in one gulp. She didn't even twitch. "Happy?"
The feline totally just played into the canine's game. Robin knew this, and knew there was no protecting her now. Shaking his head, he went over to Josh and Jeordie to chat. "I bet you can't do another one, lightweight."
The fact that Acara didn't want to drink was thrown out the window. The drinking battle was on. "Fuck you!" She hissed again, "Get me another shoot." And another shot she got. Then another, and another. Five shots down, and an hour later Trent succeeded in getting the calico drunk. Really drunk. Since she usually didn't do things like this, so the alcohol hit her hard.
It didn't take the rest of the band long to realize that while drunk, Acara was the most friendly, outgoing, happy kitty known to man. She was giving hugs to everyone, and even being nice to Trent. At the moment she was chewing Ally's ear off in a one sided drunken conversation. The red panda didn't have much to drink, and was quite sober. He didn't mind listening to the feline, however, it was keeping her out of trouble. And, it was keeping her away from Trent. As she blabbed, Acara ended up saying a little more then she should have. Ally had asked her why she got so uncomfortable when she was around the lead singer. She had just smiled at him and said in a high pitched voice, "He practically raped me." How the cat could say this in such a happy tone bewildered the keyboardist.
"He what?" Ally spun around to face the intern fully, staring right into her blazing green eyes.
She giggled, "Well, after this show I ran into him," as she spoke her voice grew higher, "and he was all like, silly. So we went to my a...apart...apartment! And then," she giggled again, "I was so fan girly so when he threw me on the bed I was all like yay! But then... I didn't want it, but oh well. I got it anyway!" Acara downed the rest of her screwdriver and put the glass up on the bar when she finished.
Ally on the other hand was not so thrilled. If that was what happened, then he'd have to keep the two apart. He was really starting to grow a liking toward the feline, and something like this was unforgivable. "Listen, let's talk about this tomorrow?" He wanted to get the story straight before he did anything. The fact that she was so happy and talking about something so screwed up disturbed the panda. Acara just nodded and grinned, then continued to talk about something completely random.
Unfortunately for the two, back in a corner of the bar Trent and Josh were staring down a certain Calico cat. "I bet I can fuck her," the front man grinned. He turned to the monkey to see what he thought,
"Go for it!" He grinned, "It looks like she opened up to you!" He patted the canine on the head, causing him to let out a disapproving growl.
"Fuck dude, she's talking to Ally." Trent shook his head, "Gotta wait till he's gone." He took a quick shot of some random shot glass that someone left next to him.
Josh grinned, "You owe me one!" The monkey slowly made his way over to the panda and whispered something in his ear. Trent saw Ally sigh and say no to what ever Josh said at first. But after a few more seconds he was dragging the keyboardist away. Perfect! Leave it to the drummer!
When the coast was clear, Trent plopped down on the seat where Ally was a few moments ago. "Having fun?" He asked the calico with a drunken grin.
She turned to face him also with a stupid grin on her face. "Yeaaaah!" The canine noticed her cheeks were dark red from drinking, and her shirt was slowly sliding down her shoulders, giving him a good view of some cleavage. "You having fuuuun?" She laughed and leaned foreword, now giving the singer an even better view.
Trent just grinned to himself; he wasn't hiding the fact that he was staring right at her chest. "Yup, a blast!" He grinned evilly, "But this place is getting kind of boring. Want to go do something fun?"
The feline didn't realize what the canine was staring at, and she probably wouldn't have cared. At the moment, she was back in her fan girl days of the past. Trent was suddenly extremely attractive, and hell, the alcohol was making her want to do things to him. "Fun?" She cocked her head to the side, "What kind of fun?"
Trent sat up and pulled her off the bar stool with him and then started leading her out of the bar. "You know, go back to my place," he growled into her ear, "Fuck." The direct approach, the front man's favorite while intoxicated.
Acara's ears stuck straight up and her cheeks turned even redder. If the calico cat was sober at the moment Trent would have been punched in the face and kicked in the balls so hard he wouldn't be able to have children. But, she wasn't sober. She was far from sober. "Sounds fun!" She slurred.
Now the Weimaraner was the one to prick up his ears. That's all it took? Hell, this was too easy! "Well, then, come on." Trent's apartment was only two blocks from the bar, so it was as quick walk. Even with the two stumbling up the sidewalk. The entire way Acara had that big, stupid grin plastered to her face. Not once did it occur to her that this was most likely the stupidest decision she would ever make. |
FSE | Title: Under the Tiger's control - Crevan's New Life by Gloves
Tags: Authority, Bondage, Domination/Submission, Harsh, Humiliation, Kitsune, M/M, Master/Pet, Plot Development, Tiger, Watersports
This is my first try at really writing anything for an audience other than myself and one, maybe two other people, so please try to give me feedback, I'd love to keep writing once summer rolls around, and if I need some help, I'd rather get it from my audience ^\_^
Now, this series contains some heavy submission, watersports, humiliation in front of the public, bestiality, and orgasm denial, and the main character may not appear to like it all the time. If you're not over 18, don't tell your parents you're reading my smut. If you don't like what you're reading, cover your eyes and contact a physician. All characters and situations originated from my pawing fantasies. You are warned.
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Crevan Leander had always loved bondage, hell, he'd be pawing off to a scene from a cartoon where the villain had tied up the damsel even when he was six, so it was really no surprise to his vulpine parents when they stumbled upon his fantasies. What they didn't know was what he imagined doing while strapped up in those leather bonds. Of course, he'd never tell them, and they never asked, so his fantasies went firmly between himself and his informal master, another part of his life he never formally introduced to his parents.
At the day before his eighteenth birthday, Crevan was now a slim, girlish, five-tailed fox. Standing at only 5'2", a little on the short side, most of the girls at his school regarded him with only amusement at his cuteness and over exaggerated vulpine traits. He would spend hours every morning shampooing and brushing his fur to make it as soft and well-presentable as possible, and rebraiding his lower back-length dyed black hair. The black markings of his gloves and boots were accentuated through dye, so that they'd go slightly beyond his elbows and knees, making it look as though his torso was completely bare with the tight, high-cut shorts and button-down shirts (his parents were the only ones who really made him wear that at school, at home, he loved to go shirtless) The white markings of his inner thighs usually went past the shorts, making them look even shorter. He also loved to wear a pair of thin-rimmed glasses, his master sometimes making cracks online that once he took them off, Crevan would be like a lost little puppy. Nobody in Colorado was impressed with his looks except him and the master, but Crevan didn't care, he knew that those two people were more than enough to require his dress.
The Saturday of the kitsune's adulthood came quicker than he could have imagined, and it was now no secret to his mom and dad that he had a boyfriend for a while. It would have surprised them otherwise, in fact, considering his mannerisms. The best present he got that day came not from a wrapped box, but from a white 1988 Firebird. A gloved finger pushed the doorbell to the Leander household, and Crevan immediately bolted from his chair to meet it. After almost ripping the door off its hinges, the fox jumped with all his strength into the muscled grasp of a huge, muscular Bengal tiger.
"My tigey!" Was all the comparatively tiny fox could say to the leather-clad feline as he grabbed with all his might. "Now now, foxxie, try to settle down. You've got to say goodbye to mom and dad first, remember?" The tiger looked down at the figure with big, glowing, blue eyes before prying him from his chest. Crevan's parents had already known on his plans to move out from home to live with his boyfriend, but it still took a few hours for the fox to finally leave his parent's embrace and lingering good-wishes, promising to phone them when he got to Arizona.
The car ride was an uneventful one. Crevan's master wouldn't let him do anything to him, or even get too excited, he just had to sit and admire the view, telling some incredibly lame jokes that he had promised to withhold until that very car ride. His shimmering, excited bright green eyes settling on a large, leather duffel bag every so often, until the tiger grabbed his muzzle and pulled it away, not wanting him to investigate it too closely.
By 10:00PM they had reached the small, two-bedroom condo in which the tiger lived. The Bengal grabbed all of the luggage, insisting that Crevan's figure wouldn't accommodate to such heavy lifting. As soon as they got inside, however, his tone changed drastically.
"These are the rules to my house, pet. Number one, no clothes for any submissive vulpines." With that, a striped arm came out and effectively shoved down the kitsune's custom-made jeans and red, velvet thong, and threw them into the conjoining kitchen, leaving the kitsune naked and blushing heavily at his fantasies being played out by his master of two years.
"Number two, you will do anything I ask, whenever I ask it. Three, you will only wear clothing when you leave the home when I deem it necessary, I'm sure nobody will mind indecent exposure from your figure. Four, I will do anything to you that I deem fit. There are no safe words, your spanking doesn't stop when you cry, and your food will be anything and will be eaten any way I want it to be. And five, I will always refer to you as pet, and you may refer to me as master, sir or sir. Calling me daddy will signal to me that you want an extra harsh treatment Now, grab that bag you had your eyes on and bring it to my room. When you are there, you will kneel on the floor, paws behind your back until I say otherwise. Is that clear?"
Crevan immediately nodded, not being frightened by master's words, knowing those were the exact set of rules they both had agreed upon when they started roleplaying. He obediently picked up the luggage and half-dragged it to the master bedroom, setting it beside the bed and folding his paws behind his back as he knelt down next to it, his ears perked for the sound of his master approaching, but only hearing crunching and the sound of a bowl being filled. His expectations quickly came true as master walked through the door, carrying a red food and water-holding dog bowl. Setting it down in front of the full-length mirror, he called his pet over using a soft whistle and the curl of one finger.
As Pet came closer to Master, he could smell the sharp odor of urine and the dry, unappealing odor of dog food, and his ears pressed down to his skull as he found out that's exactly what his dinner was. Master forced the vulpine's head into the plastic bowl containing the food, and watched him eat, stroking his upper back gently with gloved paws to calm him down and make him get used to the meal. When that was finished, Master grabbed his muzzle again and let it plop into the drink, holding it down so he would have to either drink it or risk drowning. All the while, the Bengal grinned and commented on the Pet's state.
"Look at that pathetic little foxxie. Mouth so dry from that dog food that he'll drink his master's pee. Awww..."
The vulpine blushed heavily, his cock now hanging from his sheath and being exposed in its full, knotted form. He couldn't help but look in the mirror whenever he opened his eyes, watching himself slurp down the last of the musky, sour urine. The Master knew that he couldn't keep his pet there forever while still keeping the scene erotic, so he eventually let him up, letting the kitsune smell the heavy odor of the urine.
"And now, my little foxxie, you get to play with all the toys in that big, heavy bag you dragged in. Oh, we're going to have so much fun with you..."
The kitsune just smiled widely, almost wanting to nuzzle his master, save for the urine dripping off his muzzle and on the carpet, knowing he'd be punished heavily for ruining Master's clothes. His eyes shimmered as he gazed at his master, knowing that this was indeed the right man to which he should devote his body for the rest of his life.
(sorry if it's a little short, I'll make the next one longer with enough positive feedback, you can be sure of that!) |
literotica | Title: Down by the River Ch. 03
Tags: drama
My dreams were always filled with images of the forest, of the river, of the sky. Sometimes, I was running through the forest floor, running as fast as I have never run before, laughing as I felt a kind of delight that only being inside the forest could give me. At other times, I was swimming on the river, loving the way the water caressed my body, smiling as strong arms wrapped themselves around me. And, sometimes, I was just lying on the grass, looking up at the sky, watching as clouds passed.
Those dreams never failed to give my heart a sense of peace, a sense of comfort. All I wanted was to remain in that dreamland, so that I could explore more of that world, so that I could enjoy another minute of that blissful contentment. Yet, as soon as I felt a pair of lips kissing every inch of my face, I would gladly leave that dream world and deal with reality.
That morning, just like every morning before, I was awakened by Lucas' light kisses. Smiling, I wound my arms around his neck and caught his mouth in mine.
"Good morning," he whispered, smiling at me when I finally opened my eyes.
"Good morning," I replied, kissing his lips again and wrapping my legs around his waist.
About a month ago, I asked Grandmother if she wanted to leave the forest and live near Mary's house. As expected, Grandmother told me that the only thing keeping her inside the forest was the knowledge that I loved it there. Lucas was the one who told her about the hut he planned on building with the help of his father and brothers, and Grandmother had agreed. Who would refuse such an offer anyway?
The house was almost finished now. Like our house in the forest, it was made of bamboo and woods, even though Mary, in her eagerness to have us living so close to her family, suggested that her husband and sons make a small brick house for us. Grandmother, of course, declined; the two of us would rather live in a hut.
Mary proposed that Grandmother and I lived in her house until our hut was ready. Grandmother accepted the offer readily, perhaps knowing that I would not object anyway.
Nobody asked me what prompted me to actually ask Grandmother to move. I was certain that all of them knew, anyway. Besides, it was not as if Lucas and I wanted to hide our relationship. As Jim, Lucas' younger brother, commented one day, anyone who would see us together would know for sure.
I was fine with that. Let the whole world know that I loved this man. I did not care. As long as he was mine, I would not care about anything at all. I only hoped that none of them knew how frequently Lucas and I were really together -- which amounted to every single night since Grandmother and I moved in to Mary's house.
We slept together a lot. Sometimes, it was me who would come to his room and sleep there, but it was mostly Lucas who would come to mine and share the bed with me. Sometimes, we would only sleep in each other's arms; oftentimes, however, we made love.
It already became routine for us that, in the morning, Lucas would wake me up with his kisses before leaving my room -- or before shooing me out of his on those nights when it was my turn to visit. Often, after the kissing session, both of us would only put on our clothes before one of us had to leave. There were exceptions to those mornings, though.
"Is it already late?" I asked Lucas, unwinding my legs from his waist. "Will they wake up soon?"
He smiled and rolled on the bed so that I was on top of him. "No, it is not. And no, they will not, unless you cry out and alert them all."
I guessed that he already knew where those questions were leading to. It was always the same questions I asked when I wanted him to make love to me before he left my room.
Lucas always teased me about my being so loud when we would make love. He would often kiss my mouth just so that the sounds I was making could be muffled. I would never understand how anybody could be so quiet while receiving and giving the kind of pleasure I experienced with Lucas, and I constantly admired this man for his ability to be quiet -- at least, compared to me.
I gave Lucas' lips a quick kiss before moving down so that I was face to face with his cock. It had not grown in size yet -- or, at least, it was not fully erect. Resting my head on Lucas' stomach, I began stroking it with my hand and watched how it hardened even more.
"Good morning, big guy," I crooned before kissing its tip. "Up for an early morning adventure?"
Lucas, who was stroking my hair, chuckled. "You are a minx, Selene Kier."
"Uh-huh," I moaned, moving my face closer to the member in my hand. "And you love me more for being one."
Without another word, I wrapped my mouth around his shaft, twirling my tongue around the tip. I released it again, still fascinated by the way it could continue to grow. Once, I tried taking all of him in while he was in his full erection, but he was too big. Even though the head was already in my throat, it was not enough. The frustration ate at me, but I was not one to give up easily. One of these days...
Clear fluid was already oozing out of his shaft. I was already so wet that an involuntary groan escaped my lips at the sight of that. I gave it a wet kiss at the base, exactly where cock and balls meet, before licking upwards.
"Lucas, I love your cock," I purred, pressing it against my cheek.
"So it seems," he said, chuckling as he moved so that he could lean against the headboard. "And it seems to love you, too."
Biting my lower lip, I winked at Lucas. "I agree. It has never disappointed me."
Before he could laugh, I took his cock into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue as I grabbed the base with my hand and started stroking it up and down. The gasps, hisses, and groans that came from Lucas as I proceeded on giving him head were enough to spur me on. I loved it when I knew that what I was doing was giving him pleasure.
I would have continued my explorations so that I could swallow his seeds when he comes, but I was aware that he could not stay inside my room for much longer. The whole household would be up soon and both of us did not want them finding out that Lucas and I always slept with each other.
With a sigh, I stopped what I was doing and started crawling over him, kissing him from the groin and upwards as I did so. With my hands planted on either side of his waist, I began teasing his nipples with my tongue. Right then, I realized that my sex was positioned above his left thigh. Feeling naughty, I started rubbing my wetness on that thigh, earning a groan of complaint from Lucas. I knew that he did not like it when I did that. His only explanation was that it made him ache the worse for me, but he knew that he could not -- would not -- make me stop.
Indeed, he even bent his knee, left foot firmly on the bed, so that I would not find it too hard to rub myself on his thigh even as I started licking and kissing his neck. Like myself, however, Lucas was not somebody who wanted to be tortured alone. Always when I teased him like that, he would reciprocate by teasing me, too.
He started stroking my breasts, then proceeded on to squeezing it. Gently, he pushed my head away so that he could bend down and start suckling on my nipple. Given that his back was against the headboard, it was not very hard to do. His other hand was pinching the other nipple, causing me to stop rubbing myself against his thigh and just purring like a cat.
I grabbed his chin and raised it so that I could kiss his mouth. I felt instead of saw the smile on his lips; he knew he won. Placing his hands on my hips, he unbent his knee and guided me so that I ended up planting my knees on either side of his hips. I needed no more instructions.
Reaching back, I grabbed his cock and brought it to my entrance, looking into Lucas' eyes all the while. Those dark eyes were deep mirrors of lust and yearning, and I revelled at the sight of them. Slowly, I sat back, driving his shaft inside me. I gave him a quick kiss on the mouth before leaning back, planting my hands beside his knees. I moved my hips against his, moving up and down his rigid cock, gasping as pure pleasure hit me.
Lucas, too, gasped, and in a hoarse whisper, begged, "Faster, sweetheart. Don't tease me so."
I was past the point of teasing -- past the point of thinking twice. As he pleaded, I began thrusting my hips faster, driving him deeper inside me every time. His hands were firmly holding my hips, keeping the fast rhythm going until both of us reached our climax. A growl escaped my throat as I shuddered on top of him, leaning forward so that he could hold me in his arms.
"My little minx," he whispered, kissing my neck as he held me gently, stroking my back.
I kissed his jaw and moved off him so that I could sit beside him and put my head on his shoulder. "We need to wash these bedclothes."
He chuckled. "The way you wash our bedclothes every five days, Mary is bound to get suspicious."
"Better that than having her smell the evidence," I said, smiling. "Come to the river with me."
"Yes, madam," he whispered before slipping out of bed. "Now, I need to get going or else somebody's bound to walk in on us."
I watched him as he got dressed, smiling when he winked at me. When he was already back into his pyjamas, he walked to the vanity and grabbed the hairbrush, before going back to the bed and asking me to sit up. With gentleness, he combed my hair, braiding it for me. Mary told me that the 'proper' way of sleeping called for the hair to be in a single plait down the back, and to amuse her, I always braided my hair before going to bed. Of course, as soon as Lucas came, it would be combed out of the braid, since he rather liked running his fingers through my hair. Because of that, I taught him how to make braids so that he could plait my hair before leaving -- especially whenever I was too sleepy to actually do it again.
As soon as the braid was made, he handed me my nightgown to put on. I did not know what came over him, but as soon as I looked 'proper' once again, he pulled me close to him, my back touching with his chest, and started kissing the nape of my neck, my shoulders...
"Do me a favour, Selene," he whispered.
"Anything," I promised.
"Lie down," he groaned. "I want you again, right now."
He rarely ever made requests of making love to me again. It was always me who begged him for second rounds. With a smile, I climbed onto the bed again, moving to the centre. I was about to turn around so that I was lying on my back when Lucas stopped me.
"Just stay lying this way," he said as he climbed on top of me.
"Okay," I said, closing my eyes as I felt his weight on my back, pressing me down on the bed.
Lucas lifted the hem of my nightgown so that I was exposed from the waist down. It was only moments later that I felt his hard member seeking entry into my sex. I spread my legs apart just wide enough to allow him to find his way more quickly. It was not long before Lucas found the entrance and pushed his cock into me.
The sensation that his rear entry brought was different, but not unpleasant at all. I buried my face on the pillow to muffle the sound of my groans when he started pumping in and out of me. I enjoyed being made love to, but I also enjoyed just mating with him without the tender, passionate love. His hard thrusts told me that he would be getting off quickly, and I intended to reach the peak with him, so I clenched my muscles around his cock, biting the pillow as waves and waves of pleasure assailed me with his every thrust. Moments later, I was already nearing climax; Lucas' warm seeds exploding inside me pushed me there.
He rested on me for a while, panting, before speaking again.
"Thank you, sweetheart," he whispered, planting a kiss on my shoulder.
I turned my head so that I could smile at him when he moved off me. "Any time."
Lucas chuckled and kissed the top of my head as he put his sagged member back into his pyjamas. He arranged my dress before pulling the blanket over me.
"Try to rest for a while," he said.
He did not have to tell me that. My eyelids felt heavy; I suddenly felt so tired. Still lying face down on the bed, I closed my eyes. I was already asleep even before he could close the door behind him when he left.
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"Get up, sleepyhead! It's time for breakfast!"
I groaned when I heard Jim's voice. I still wanted some sleep. "Go away!"
He chuckled and shook my bed. "Come on, Selene! You only have twenty more minutes before Mother walks into this room and shake you awake herself!"
"I'm tired!" I groaned, still not opening my eyes. "Let me sleep in! Just tell Mary that I'm skipping breakfast."
Jim laughed. "That will not do. None of us ever gets to skip breakfast, lady. If you don't want feeling this tired in the mornings, maybe you should ban Lucas from going to your room from now on."
His comment made my eyes snap open. Abruptly, I sat on the bed, glaring at him. "What did you say?"
Jim grinned and crinkled his nose, pointing at my blanket. "Hey. I have been with women before, you know. I know when something reeks of sex." He laughed when he saw my reaction -- which was made worse by the blush that came to my cheeks. "And, believe me, Mother will know, too. So you better get up now before she decides to wake you up herself."
That was enough to send me scurrying out of bed. Jim's low whistle as he appraised me made my cheeks burn hotter. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
"Get out!" I cried, grabbing the blanket and covering myself with it. I was wearing my nightgown, but without the robe that normally came with it, the fabric would reveal every curve of my body. "Now!"
Laughing, he walked out of my bedroom. I stood glaring at the door for a while before making my bed in a hurry. When everything looked normal again, I grabbed my robe and hurried to the bathroom in the first floor of the house. After taking care of my personal hygiene, I ran back to my designated room and changed into an everyday dress. I was just taking off my braid when Mary knocked on my door and announced that we would already be eating breakfast.
Grandmother, Jim, and Danny were already there when I arrived. Mary was still calling George and Lucas, who were fetching water from the well that stood in the front yard of the hut that the men were building for Grandmother and me.
"Had a good night sleep, Selene?" Jim decided to tease me when everyone was already seated around the table.
I smiled at him sweetly, sending him warning through my eyes. "Yes, thank you. In fact, it was so good that I was reluctant to get up this morning."
"You should be ashamed of yourself, Jim," Danny said, grinning at his brother. "Why did you wake Selene up earlier? You should have let Mother or Grandmother do it."
Mary gasped and slapped Jim's arm. "You! Selene is a woman! You should be thankful that she does not sleep naked, or I would have flogged you myself, you impudent young man!"
Trying to bite down my laughter, I glanced at Jim. Unfortunately, he caught me looking, and with a grin, announced, "Well, I knew that Selene was not sleeping naked. I heard her talking to Lucas inside her room an hour before I usually wake up, so she could not have been naked then, could she?"
My mouth fell open as my face burned brightly. 'What a...!'
"Lucas Sebastian Milner!" Mary cried, looking at Lucas with wide eyes. "How... Why...!"
I could not look at Mary. I could not even look at Lucas, who was sitting across the table from me. All I wanted to do was reach for Jim and strangle him. Thankfully, Grandmother spoke to break the tension.
"Calm down, Mary," she said. "Selene has a habit of crying out in her sleep. Perhaps she cried out and Lucas heard her."
I could not believe it. Grandmother was lying for me. She knew it was not true. She knew exactly the only reason why Lucas would be 'talking' to me in the middle of the night.
I looked at Grandmother; she merely smiled at me. Mary breathed a sigh of relief and reached for a glass of water.
"If you ever sleep with Selene and get her pregnant before you two are even married, Lucas, I do not know what I am going to do to you," she said before drinking.
"Don't worry," Lucas said. "That will never happen."
"The part about getting her pregnant, you mean?" Jim interjected, grinning.
"James Frederick," George said in a tone that was sure to silence Jim better than any of Mary's shrill cries would ever do. "One more of those and you will get the flogging your mother was talking about earlier."
Jim made a low whistle before holding up his hands, shaking his head as he did so. "Okay, okay. I won't say a thing about it anymore." He looked at me. "But, once you get pregnant and you need a crib for the baby, I will gladly make it for you." Mary inhaled sharply, and before she could say anything, Jim quickly added, "Not right now, of course. I mean, after you two are married."
Danny reached for the plate of fried eggs and shoved three onto Jim's plate. "Stuff your mouth with this, Jim. Although I know you deserve it, I will hate to lose a brother to flogging."
Grandmother's chuckle seemed to put everybody at ease. I, for sure, was relieved. In my head, I was already thinking of a million ways of confronting Jim later.
We were already done eating breakfast when Mary said, "I almost forgot!" She looked at Lucas. "I received a letter from Matthew yesterday afternoon. He said that, in a week's time, a coach will arrive here to pick you up and bring you back to their estate."
I stopped gathering the plates from the table and looked at Lucas. He, too, was looking at me. He never said anything about leaving...
"Uncle Matthew has already recovered," he said, looking at his mother now. "Why do they need me back?"
"Matthew thinks that it will be a good thing for you to help him manage the estate," Mary explained, smiling. "Besides, his son has taken a liking to you. Your influence on Andrew might help on making him like the idea of managing their estate in the future."
Already, my heart was aching. Did I have to part with Lucas again?
'No, please...'
"Mary, I -- " Lucas cleared his throat and shook his head. "Andrew is a smart boy, and he wants to please his father more than anything else. They don't need -- "
"I know exactly what's behind this objection," Mary said, smiling at me. "Selene."
I felt my face burning. Of course, Mary would know. What could I say, though? I could not tell Lucas that it was okay if he left. I could not lie. He would know exactly what I felt. On the other hand, I would not want Mary to hate me because I was the reason why Lucas would not go.
"Mother -- " Lucas began, sighing. He rarely ever used 'Mother' to refer to Mary.
"Lucas," Mary interrupted. "Think about it. Meanwhile, Eloisa and I need to talk to Selene."
"I already made up my mind," Lucas said through his teeth.
"Well, then," Mary said, smiling forcedly, "we'll talk again after we talk to Selene. Maybe you'll change your mind then."
Lucas was about to say something when George told him to listen to his mother. Calling to Jim, too, George led his eldest sons away. Danny volunteered to wash the dishes in order for Mary and Grandmother to be able to talk to me.
All three of us walked to the front porch of the house. I knew what this conversation would be all about. They would ask me to convince Lucas to go back to his aunt's and uncle's. But, would I do it for them? I did not want to be away from Lucas again...
We sat around the table in the porch. Instantly, Mary's hands were holding mine.
"Selene," she said, smiling at me. "I never asked you because I believe I already knew the answer, but, for the sake of certainty, I'm going to ask you now. Why did you suddenly ask your grandmother to leave the forest and move here?"
I did not speak. They already knew.
"Was it because of my son? Lucas?"
Slowly, I nodded. "I want to be close to him. Besides, he told me that he is worried for me and Grandmother. So, I thought that, to put his mind at ease, I would just ask Grandmother to move."
"And Lucas does not want to live away from you, either," Mary said. "My son loves you. He has loved you for so long, and I don't think that he would like to part from you now that he knows you reciprocate his feelings. Lucas has already earned enough money to marry you, buy a large farm for the two of you, and build you a house. He can already take care of you and make sure that you get everything that you need, everything that you want. When I told him that his uncle wants him back, I was already anticipating his answer. He won't leave you."
"I don't want him to leave me," I told her honestly, looking into her eyes. "I want to be where he is, Mary."
Her eyes were still kind as she smiled at me. "Are you sure about that?"
"I've never been surer in my life," I told her before looking at Grandmother. "You have always warned me about loving a man with everything that I have, with all that I am. I knew I promised to heed your advice, Grandmother, but I never really thought that I would love anybody the way that I love Lucas."
Grandmother smiled and sighed, taking my other hand that was not being held by Mary. "When I saw you crying over Lucas, I instantly knew that you have given him everything, Selene. I am not surprised that you should tell me these things. Now, we want you to listen to us."
I was confused. This was not how Grandmother asked me to do something for her. I looked at Mary, and there was no indication written on her face that she wanted me to convince Lucas to return to his uncle's.
"Matthew was a very close friend of Catherine," Grandmother was saying. "He had always been there for your mother when she was still alive. When she got pregnant, he even offered to marry her and call you his own daughter, but your mother refused."
I was stunned. I was not expecting this -- not at all.
"Your mother loved your father, you see," Grandmother continued. "She wanted to wait for him. But he never returned -- not even after you were born, not even after Catherine died. Matthew offered to adopt you, but I refused. You are the only family left to me. I did not want to lose you, Selene. So I did not give you to Matthew. But he continued supporting you in another way."
"Matthew owns the forest where you lived, Selene," Mary explained. "He bought it for Catherine when Catherine expressed her desire to live in the forest. After you were born and Eloisa refused to give you to him, Matthew left, but not without asking us to continue looking after you and your grandmother. Of course, he did not have to ask; we love you as family.
"Now, about my sister," she went on saying after a brief pause. "Susanna got married when you were two. I don't believe you remember her, but she was quite fond of you. She lived in town, and she was the one who would always bring fabric for me to sew for your clothes. I believe that it is their fondness for you that brought Susanna and Matthew close -- as friends. When Susanna's husband died, she was four months pregnant with Andrew. Her husband left her with a lot of debts to pay, so my sister was left with virtually nothing but her son. Matthew married her then and claimed Andrew as his."
"You were only six when Andrew was born," Grandmother said. "When you were out playing with Mary's sons one day, Susanna and Matthew came to our hut to talk to me about you again. They wanted to adopt you, but again, I refused. Over the course of years, whenever they would write to Mary, they would always ask her to tell me that they will always be willing to take care of you. Of course, I do not want to abuse their kindness, and I don't want to lose you, so I always refuse.
"But I'm old now, Selene." She stroked my cheek. "I cannot take care of you anymore. In fact, it is you who have been taking care of me these past few years. I have always wanted to talk to you about Matthew and Susanna, but I could not -- not when I could see how much you enjoy living in the forest. But when you finally asked me to move near Mary's house, I thought that, perhaps, you are ready to face the world beyond our place."
"Matthew and Susanna want you to go with Lucas to their estate," Mary said when I did not speak. "They want to meet you. Matthew, especially, wants to see Catherine's child." She paused, hesitating. She glanced at Grandmother, and when Grandmother nodded, she continued, "Matthew wants to see his niece."
Finally, I found something to say. Or ask. "Niece? Whose niece?"
"Your father is Matthew's older brother, Nathan," Grandmother said.
Oh god.
I leaned back on my seat, speechless. My head was spinning with too much information. All my life, I thought that Grandmother was the only family I had, when in fact, there was a man out there -- an honourable, kind man at that -- who was my uncle. My father's brother. And he wanted me.
Tears started flowing down my cheeks. Mary and Grandmother did not try to say soothing words; they knew I had to cry.
There was a reason why Grandmother never allowed me to go to town. People would always remember the scandal that was my mother's life. They would talk about me and my mother as if we were whores -- as if loving a man with all her heart was the greatest crime a woman could commit. Grandmother protected me from those people. She did not want me to feel unloved, unwanted.
And, all along, there was somebody who loved me, wanted me, even though I was a love child -- somebody who did not hold me in contempt because I was born of a woman who had sex with a man before she was married. To know that somebody loved me precisely because I was my mother's daughter...
"I want to meet him," I said softly, still feeling overwhelmed by the idea.
Grandmother rose from her seat and embraced me. "I'm sorry if I did not tell you anything about your father before today. I was afraid that, once you learn who your father was, once you learn that you have an uncle ready to recognize you, I will lose you."
"You will never lose me," I told her.
"Ah." She smiled lovingly as she wiped my tears away. "But I already lost you to Lucas."
I was about to say something when she placed a finger on my lips.
"That is not a bad thing," Grandmother assured me. "You found a man to love -- a man who loves you as much as you love him. That cannot be bad. Besides, Selene, I did not raise you to own you. I did not raise you so that you will make me the centre of your world. I raised you because I love you and I want you to find who and what it is that that makes you happy. I have no problem about losing you to someone who can give you the happiness you deserve."
At that moment, I was so overwhelmed with joy. I hugged my grandmother tightly, not knowing what else to tell her. Words of gratitude were not enough. I just prayed that I had shown her enough love all these years, for her to know just how much she meant to me.
Mary asked Danny to call Lucas so that we could talk to him. When he saw me silently weeping while on Grandmother's arms, he frowned.
"I am not leaving," he said to his mother, emphasizing the negative word.
Mary shook her head and glared at her son. "If that is your final decision, then, so be it. But, I want you to accompany Selene to Susanna's so that she will not get lonely on her journey there."
Lucas' frown deepened. "I don't understand."
The confused look on his face made me chuckle. I walked towards him and gave him an embrace, not caring if Mary and Grandmother were there to see.
"They invited me to be their guest for as long as I wish," I told him as I looked up and smiled.
"This is not a trick to get me to return to the estate, is it?" he asked, even though I could tell from the way his eyes were twinkling that he believed me.
"No," I answered.
"Why were you crying, then?"
"These are tears of joy," I said, chuckling.
"Good," Lucas said, beaming before giving my mouth a quick kiss.
Grandmother cleared her throat just as Mary said, "Lucas, you remember saying that you do not want to return to the estate, don't you? You are only going to accompany Selene to her destination."
"Of course, of course," Lucas told his mother as he released me, although he kept me close by putting his arm around my waist. "But, if Uncle Matthew asks me to stay, well..."
"He probably just needs to ask you once before you accept," Mary said, raising an eyebrow as she crossed her hands over her chest.
"But of course," Lucas said, chuckling. "I am going to help him manage his estate for as long as he wants me to if he is going to keep Selene there."
Mary rolled her eyes and tapped Lucas' shoulder as she walked past us to go inside the house. "If you end up getting Selene pregnant before you marry her, mark my word, Lucas Sebastian: I am going to chop you into pieces and feed you to the cows."
Lucas burst out laughing. "I promise not to. And..." He winked at Grandmother when she followed Mary into the house. Grandmother was smiling as she shook her head at him. "Hey, Mary! Cows do not eat meat!"
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Mary went to town with Grandmother, Danny, and George in order to order gowns for me. Mary said that I would need it when I stay at my uncle's estate. She would have liked to bring me with them, but Grandmother, still protective of me, refused.
"When the time comes, Selene will go to town," Grandmother told Mary. "But I don't want her first experience with the world beyond the forest to be very frustrating."
So they left me behind. I told Mary that I needed to wash the bedclothes, anyway. Lucas volunteered to help me in the task, and then Mary decided that we needed a 'chaperone' in Jim. I did not think that Lucas' younger brother would be a very good chaperone, but did not tell Mary so; I'd rather have Jim than Danny with us, because I was certain that Lucas and I could fool around and Jim would not even care -- as long as he did not witness it, I mean.
Along the way to the river, I told both of them what Grandmother and Mary told me earlier.
"I've always thought that Andrew is not Matthew's son," Lucas commented. "There is no resemblance between them, but Matthew recognizes Andrew and seems to love him as a son, so I never really asked."
"Do you think Andrew knows?" Jim asked.
"I would think so," Lucas answered. "He's already fourteen or fifteen. He is old enough to know. Besides, that may also be the reason why he hero-worships his father."
"So, my uncle is a really good man?" I asked Lucas.
He smiled at me. "The most kind-hearted man I've ever met. The two of you are going to get along well."
That comforted me. After the initial reaction of overwhelming joy that my uncle wanted to recognize me, I suddenly felt a little nervous about meeting him. Mary and Grandmother talked about him with great fondness, but time could change a man, so I needed Lucas' opinion on the matter, since he had been with my uncle just a few months ago. What Lucas said about Uncle Matthew finally drove away the tiny butterflies that made their way into my stomach.
In the river, Jim's complaints were endless. He said that he never thought washing bedclothes could be so hard. Of course, it was not that hard for me, but maybe because I was already used to doing those things.
"You should stop seeing each other at night as frequently as you seem to do!" Jim declared when we finished hanging the bedclothes on the clothesline that Lucas made the first time we washed bedclothes here. "This is gruesome work!"
"Neither of us asked you for help," Lucas told him. "We could have gone here without you, and you would not have to endure the suffering" -- he emphasized the word -- "you endured while washing those."
"Ha!" Jim glared at Lucas. "I had this feeling that you are going to devour Selene as soon as you get here if I were not with you."
Face flushing, I pinched Jim's side. "James!"
"You are going to enjoy that, aren't you?" he teased me, winking.
I could not have blushed redder even if I wanted to. Lucas mock-punched Jim before holding me in his arms, letting me bury my flushed face on his chest.
"You embarrass her, you fool," he told his brother.
Jim stayed silent for a while before he cleared his throat. "Good lord. The two of you..."
"What?" I asked, frowning as I looked at him again.
He looked more than a little amused. "You do it every night, don't you?"
"What we do and how often we do it is none of your business," Lucas stated. "You are quite a vulgar young man, James Frederick."
"Now I am really impressed that Selene is not pregnant yet," James said, as if he did not hear Lucas.
His comment reminded me that Grandmother said that her supply of the roots she used for my special tea was almost out. Grandmother crushed and dried those roots before using them in my tea so that I would not get pregnant. It was proving to be very efficient, but the plants only grew in the heart of the forest.
"We need to get some of those roots now," I told Lucas.
"What roots?" Jim asked.
Lucas named the plant. "They abundantly grow in the northern part of this forest, where there are lots of trees. It is about half an hour from here."
"I'll go get them," Jim volunteered. "How much is it that you need?"
"As much as you can carry," I answered, smiling at him.
"Okay," Jim said. "You two go back to the house and I'll bring the bedclothes and the roots later."
Lucas made a low whistle. "Are you sure?"
"Of course," Jim answered. "Make the most of the time you have alone. I don't know how you can be so quiet when you have sex, but it is going to be a nice change to have a whole house to yourselves. Just try not to make the baby. Spare Mother the hysterics."
He turned to leave. Lucas and I exchanged amused glances before watching Jim again. He was about five metres from us when he turned around and called to Lucas.
"If you ever hurt my sister, I swear I'm going to kill you," he said, grinning.
Lucas chuckled as he pulled me close. "You've got it all wrong. I am your brother; she is the stranger."
Jim chuckled. "Blood ties are not important. Selene is my sister and I am going to protect her, even from you." He frowned at that. "Actually, especially from you, because I know how much you could hurt her."
With that, he turned around and jogged away from us, vanishing into the woods in no time. Lucas looked at me and grinned.
"Well, well," he said, lifting me up. "My brother seems to love you so much."
"And I love him, too," I told him with a smile. "Even though he can be a little frustrating sometimes."
"I wonder why I am not jealous," he said with a chuckle as he squeezed me closer. "Well, I think I've really got my princess to myself now."
He kissed me full in the mouth, quickly yet passionately. He whirled me around before putting me back on the ground.
"So," I told him, lifting an eyebrow. "What do you think? Should we do as James suggest?"
"For sure," he answered, taking my hand as we walked away from the river, heading back to their house. "I would like a proof of your loudness again, this time while on a bed."
I burst out laughing. I had always been loud when we were making love by the river.
We proceeded on walking hand-in-hand towards their house, either mocking each other or talking about our dreams. My dreams were simple: I just wanted to have a house of my own, to get married, and to have children. Perhaps, I would like to visit different places sometimes, but that was still something I needed to think about.
Lucas' dreams included those things, but with many additions. He wanted so much for his wife and for his children, that I could not help smiling while he told me everything.
"You are not secretly laughing at my dreams, I hope?" he said as he scooped me up in his arms.
"No," I answered, giggling. "I just think that your wife will be one lucky woman."
"You are going to be one lucky woman, you mean," he said, kissing the tip of my nose before putting me back on the ground. "Just let me find a piece of land where I can build a house for you and you'll be married to me before you even know it."
I laughed at that. Lucas smiled and held me close. I closed my eyes as I hugged him back. This was everything I had ever wished for. He was everything I had ever asked for. A best friend, a lover, a brother moulded into one man.
While in his arms, I made a wish.
Let this feeling go on forever. Let me be with him until I breathe my last.
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We busied ourselves with covering our beds as soon as we arrived home. Lucas also decided that Mary would love to skip cooking dinner for the family, so we proceeded on preparing our meal. Mary has been teaching me how to cook meals with meat for the past few weeks, and although I could not yet cook a meal as delicious as hers, I was improving greatly.
Lucas, on the other hand, was very talented in the kitchen. He only started studying how to cook foods when Mary began teaching me, but the foods he cooked were always better-tasting than mine. It was kind of unfair, especially because I spent more hours in the kitchen than he did (he would only join me in my 'studies' when I was already about to cook meals for dinner, and yet he would perfect the food before I was even close to learning how to make it edible).
If there were foods that I could cook better than Lucas could, all of them were vegetable meals. Since I did not want anybody to eat barely-edible foods for dinner, I proposed to cook what I cooked best while Lucas proceeded on roasting a whole chicken.
Something came over the two of us while we were embracing in the woods earlier. All thoughts about having sex seemed to have vanished at the face of that simple expression of love. Even though the thought of having the whole house to ourselves was exciting, we refrained from satisfying our desire.
Perhaps, it was because of this that, when Lucas went into my room that night, neither of us wasted any second we had together. As soon as he closed the door behind him, I was already in front of him, snaking my arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.
Without speaking, we undressed each other slowly, lovingly. He took me to bed as soon as we were naked. I was already so wet, so ready for him, that he did not have to tease me anymore before he was inside me, stroking gently, so gently, then faster and faster, harder and harder, until both of us climaxed without making a single sound.
It was probably one of the quietest nights I had been while we made love. Nothing but soft moans and gasps escaped my lips, even though it was not a very gentle sexual intercourse that we were having. Over and over that night, we gave and received pleasure, only stopping to sleep when we heard the door of Jim's room open and close.
"I love you, Selene," Lucas whispered as he pulled the blanket over us.
His eyelids were already heavy with sleep, as I knew that mine were. Slowly, I smiled and snuggled closer to him. I only kissed his lips before closing my eyes. He did not need to hear the words to believe that I loved him.
He did not leave my room that morning. Nobody woke the two of us up. When we awakened, it was already two hours before noon, and only Jim was home with us. He whistled when he saw us coming down the stairs together, before saying that the others decided to make the most of the beautiful day by going to the river to have a picnic.
"How long have they been gone?" Lucas asked, reaching for the basket of fruits in the middle of their dining table.
"One and a half, two hours ago," Jim answered, shrugging. "I am going there, too. I just waited for the two of you to wake up, so that you'll know where we are."
"Are we invited to the picnic?" Lucas prompted, already peeling a banana for me.
"I do not remember hearing Mother say that you two can join us," Jim answered, chuckling.
My mouth fell open. "Do you mean to say that we are forbidden to join you?"
"Oh, well," he said, shrugging as he headed for the back door. "You can follow if you want. I know that they will love having you there. But, of course, everyone will also understand if you two decide to stay home alone..."
"And what is that supposed to mean?" I asked, glaring at him while a blush rose up my cheeks.
Jim laughed as he waved to us, walking backwards away from the house. "It's not as if we don't know what you two were up to! In fact, Mary checked on Lucas this morning before breakfast, and found that his room was empty. That could only mean one thing."
Oh my god...
Lucas laughed. "Well, don't tell us that she checked on Selene's room, too?"
"Mother already knows that you two will be there, so, why would she even check on you?" Jim said, laughing, too. "She did not want to see the state in which you were in."
"Until what time are you going to be down there?" Lucas asked.
"We're possibly spending all day down by the river," answered Jim, grinning. "So, do follow if you want."
With that, he waved again and turned his back on us. Lucas handed me the banana he peeled, before grabbing one for himself.
"So, what's the plan?" he asked me when I started eating the banana.
"We follow them, of course," I said, sitting by the table as Lucas started placing some dishes there. "Oh, that was embarrassing."
"What is?"
"Mary finding out."
He chuckled. "She's bound to find out sooner or later, anyway. Just be glad that I was in your room when she decided to check on me. Imagine if it were you who were visiting me last night, or if she checked on you instead."
My face burned at that idea. Surely, I did not want Mary seeing Lucas and me sleeping on the bed together, especially when the two of us were naked. It was one thing for her to know, another for her to see.
The two of us proceeded on eating breakfast, barely talking to each other. We decided that we would follow as soon as we were done eating. After all, it would be selfish to stay at home when everybody was in the river together. We would be leaving in less than a week, and every moment spent with the others had to count. It was enough that Lucas and I spend the nights together; we would spent the days with them.
After grabbing towels and fresh change of clothes, the two of us headed for the river.
"Tell me about what I should expect in a week," I told him when we were on our way.
"Hmm." He looked amused. "The coach will come and fetch us. The coachman's name is Wilson, and he has a wife and two little boys living in Uncle Matthew's lands. He is a nice sort of man, and very good at taking care of the horses and the coaches owned by our uncle. He will be our only company during the day and a half journey to the estate."
I raised an eyebrow. "A day and a half?"
"We are going to stay the night in an inn along the way," he explained.
I merely nodded. Butterflies were starting to whirl around my stomach again. The prospect of travelling to another place was both exciting and frightening. I had seen many different kinds of people in my life, but those were only ones who visited Grandmother and me in the forest. Almost all of them were the nice kinds, since they were Grandmother's friends.
But, as soon as my uncle's coach comes to fetch me and Lucas, I would step into another world -- a world I only knew through the stories of the people closest to me -- of Mary's family, of Grandmother, and of Marcus.
Marcus.
I held my breath when I remembered him. I wondered where he was. He once told me that he only came to our town to take a vacation, since his mother was hailed from here, but that he lived with his father, who lived in a city far away. How far was it? I wondered
When I looked at him, I realized that Lucas was watching me closely.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
I shook my head. "I'm just wondering if I'd like life in my uncle's estate."
"Hmm." He took my hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry about it. I bet that Aunt Susanna, Uncle Matthew, Andrew, and all the rest of the household are going to do their best to make sure that you enjoy your stay there. But first, of course, your uncle will introduce you to his friends."
"Why would he do that?" I asked, frowning.
"Because you are his niece, silly," he answered, chuckling. "Uncle Matthew wants to recognize you as such, remember? Of course, he will introduce you to his friends and business associates."
Business.
For some reasons, I was having bad feelings about all these...
Marcus' father had a business. It was something that Marcus would inherit one day. I desperately hoped that he was not one of my uncle's friends. I did not particularly like the idea of seeing Marcus again. After the relationship we've had...
I would love to see Marcus, of course -- if only it was as simple as that. I would love to see my friend -- because he was both a friend and a lover to me. Not as close a friend as Lucas had been, but Marcus and I shared many similarities that were enough to make me love him as a friend.
But after what happened between us, I did not know how I would face him again.
No, I did not regret what I had shared with Marcus. He was my first lover, and the love we shared was amazing. It was something beautiful, something precious. Nobody could ever regret something like that. In a way, I was even thankful for the experience I've had with him -- because it showed me how deep a connection could run between a man and a woman. My time with him was something that I would treasure forever.
Still, we never said goodbye properly. There was never a closure to our relationship. He left and he never came back, and that was it. No tears, no goodbyes.
I never hated him for leaving. Even then, I knew that it was inevitable. We belonged to different worlds. I could not leave my life in the forest for him, even though I did love him. Maybe, it was partially because I did not love him enough to choose him over what my simple life offered. And I could not ask him to leave his life for me, because I did not want to be selfish.
And now, I wondered for the first time: would he have left everything behind if I asked him to just live with me?
Something told me that he would have. He loved me enough to turn his back on everything that he had treasured. Maybe that was partially the reason why he left without saying goodbye. He knew I would never ask him to stay, and he just could not bear to say goodbye to me. And, maybe, he knew that the love I felt for him was not as strong as what he felt for me.
I suddenly felt sick.
Dear god, let my speculations be wrong...
"Are you okay, Selene?"
Lucas was already looking at me with worry. He held me at arm's length, looking into my eyes.
"I just remembered..." I said softly. "I just remembered Marcus."
He was surprised at that, but he tried his best not to let his feelings show. "What about him?"
"Do you think he..." I had to clear my throat to be able to continue. "Do you think he loved me?"
Marcus had been a subject of our conversations more than once. The two of them had so many similarities, and it was so apparent that Lucas finally said he did not want to know everything I knew about Marcus. Still, he knew enough.
I could tell that this conversation was somewhat hard on Lucas. I could only imagine why. If I reached out, I could imagine myself being able to touch his very tangible fear.
"He did," Lucas answered softly. "He loved you. He would not have come to the river everyday if he did not. He would not have expressed his wish to introduce you to his family if he did not. He would not have built that shed for you, would not have asked you to come with him..."
He stopped, swallowing hard as he looked away. I did not need to have special powers to know what was going on in his head. What if I wanted to be with Marcus? What if I left him?
Somewhat feeling guilty, I touched his arm. "Lucas..."
Lucas looked at me and shook his head, placing my face between his palms before resting his forehead on mine. He closed his eyes and whispered, "If it is going to hurt, Selene, I'd rather not hear it."
I chuckled as tears raced down my cheeks. "It's not going to hurt you, silly. I just remembered him, and I wonder if I had hurt him very much. If he had loved me the way that I love you, Lucas, then, I must have hurt him so much. He's my friend; I wouldn't wish to hurt him so."
Feeling the tears that escaped my eyes, he wiped them away before kissing my forehead and pulling me close. "If he loves you this much, Selene, he is going to understand. Loving somebody does not always mean fighting for her. Sometimes, it means making sacrifices by giving her up once you know that there is someone else she loves more than how she loves you."
Still crying, I hugged Lucas tightly. "I only wish that he had not loved me that much. I do not want to cause him so much pain."
Lucas pulled away gently to look into my eyes. "Selene, because Marcus loves you, he must know you. He must know that you would never hurt anybody if you could help it. He will understand even if you hurt him that much. He will forgive you."
"But, why was it that you were so mad at me when you came back?" I asked him.
He smiled gently. "I was not mad at you; I was mad at myself. Besides, I did not want you to get too close, because I did not want you to hurt me more."
I leaned against him and closed my eyes again. "Then, I hope he will never cross paths with me again, so that I cannot hurt him more. I don't want to hurt him."
We stayed unmoving, with Lucas holding me as I cried the tears that only a friend could shed for someone who matters. I wished I had discovered my love for Lucas sooner, before Marcus and I ever met, so that I did not have to hurt Marcus at all. What happened between us was not something to regret, yet I regretted ever meeting with him. Could the pain he would suffer -- the pain he was suffering -- be worth it all?
I did not know how long we stayed like that, but, finally, I calmed down. Let providence do what she will; I could only stand here and wait.
\*\*\*\*\*
Danny, Jim, and George were already swimming on the river when Lucas and I got there. Mary greeted me with a hug and a kiss as soon as she saw us. Nothing about what she had found out could be seen on her face, yet I knew by the way she smiled at me that she was finally certain of what Lucas and I were feeling for each other.
Grandmother was inside the shed Marcus built, sitting on the bench. The blanket that witnessed the love that developed between Marcus and me sat beside her, carefully folded. She, too, hugged and kissed me when I went inside to greet her.
Lucas immediately joined his brothers and father, while I joined Mary as she unpacked two of the baskets they brought.
"This is a very beautiful day, isn't it?" Mary said, beaming down at me as I spread a blanket over the grass.
"Very beautiful, yes," I agreed, taking one basket and unpacking it.
She sighed. "I remember when I was still young. George and I were just about to get married, and your mother was even more excited than I was about the upcoming wedding."
We both sat on the blanket when the foods were already out of the baskets. She proceeded on telling me the story.
"Catherine was my best friend, as you know," Mary recalled. "She was a very beautiful woman, and there was a time when I was even jealous of her because George was always with her. As it turned out, my husband was just bugging her to help him get close to me." She laughed. "Poor Catherine got tired of ignoring George and finally helped him, to George's great delight. It was only a year later that the two of us got married.
"Your mother's greatest dream was to have her own family," she continued. "But she wanted the perfect husband for herself. There were many who came and asked for her hand in marriage, but she refused them all. Then, in the summer of her nineteenth birthday, Nathan and Matthew Riles came to town, both of whom became the object of every woman's fancy.
"Catherine and I were buying fabric for Mother's use when Nathan approached us. He was a very handsome man, very nice, very sweet, and Catherine instantly fell in love with him. He offered to help us carry our load home, and from that time onwards, he was always nearby, always looking for a chance to see your mother."
I did not know what I was feeling as I heard this story, but I knew that I wanted to hear all of it. Mary went on to say that, as time passed by, Mother and Father spent more and more time together. At first, Mary was always with them, but taking care of Lucas was her top priority, so sometimes, she could not come with Mother whenever she met with Nathan Riles. Sometimes, Matthew would visit Mother, too, but even though Mother enjoyed being with his company, she was never as happy as when she was with the older brother.
"Your mother got pregnant when she was twenty," Mary said, smiling as she took my hand. "She was as old as you are now. We were all shocked, but Catherine did not care. Nathan promised to marry her, and she loved him too much to doubt his words. I was also pregnant then, and she would always say that her child would grow up with my children, and that all of you would be friends the way that she was friends with Susanna and me." She looked at her family in the river. "She was not wrong. You grew up with my boys and only Lucas had the guts enough to not treat you as his sister."
Even though I knew that she was only teasing me, I blushed and stammered. "Uhmm.. Mary -- "
She laughed. "Don't worry about it. If Catherine were alive, she would be delighted to know that you and Lucas are in love with each other. Lucas was already in this world before Catherine had you, you know, and she was very fond of him. She was Lucas' godmother, and she was always taking care of my son whenever I was too busy to do so. Even when Catherine and Eloisa were already living in the forest, she would come to our house to see Lucas. Two months before she gave birth to you, Jim was born, and even though she loved him, she loved Lucas even more.
"And even then, Lucas already loved you," Mary chuckled. "He would rather sit by Catherine and feel you kicking from the womb than play with his brother. And Catherine really loved my son as though he was hers." She sighed. "How I wished Catherine did not die with her heart broken by the only man she loved. She deserved to be happy."
I put my head on her shoulder, and Mary hugged me. "Do you know what happened to my father?"
"Nathan left when Catherine was three months pregnant," she answered. "He said that it was so that he could take care of things. Matthew remained here and continued to look after Catherine, partially for his brother, but mostly because he loved Catherine, too. For months, Matthew would not say anything about the business that took Nathan away, and as his resentment for his brother grew and grew, we realized that Nathan might never return. Even to this day, we do not know what happened to your father."
"Do you think Uncle Matthew knows?" I asked.
"Most likely," she said. "He never answered us whenever we asked him, even after Catherine died. Your mother never asked him, perhaps because she knew that Matthew loved her and she did not want to hurt him even more by constantly looking for Nathan. Maybe you should ask Matthew when you finally meet him. You have the right to know, since you are Nathan's child."
I nodded, not knowing what to say. I just watched George and his sons as they swam on the river. I did not even know what I was feeling. For most of my life, all I heard were fragments of the story of my mother's ill-fated love. This was just another fragment, telling me the story of how she met my father. I wondered, would my uncle tell me the whole story? Would it make me hate my father less?
I have always resented my father. Even though Grandmother warned me about hating him when I still did not know the whole story, I could not help but hate him for what he did. It did not help that nobody could tell me the whole story.
"Your mother has always loved this river," Mary broke my reverie. "I believe that this was where you were conceived."
I swallowed. Now, that was something nobody ever told me before.
Before I could think of anything to say, George and his sons started heading towards us, all of them dripping wet. It was already time to eat lunch. Perhaps, I would get to talk to Mary some other time.
\*\*\*\*\*
When lunch was over, George took Danny and Jim with him to look for fruits inside the forest. Mary started bathing in the river, and Grandmother asked Lucas and me for an audience inside the shed. It was one of those conversations that I would never ever forget for as long as I lived.
"Do you both remember when, as children, I would always scold you for going to this river?" Grandmother fondly remembered. "You two were very, very stubborn. Nothing I said about the dangers of going to the river ever got into your heads." She lightly tapped Lucas' shoulder. "Especially you, young man."
"It was always Selene's idea that we go to the river," Lucas defended himself.
"Why did you always have to come with her?" Grandmother asked. "She would have listened to you had you told her that you were not allowed. And you always took the blame for dragging her here."
I started to giggle. Lucas was my servant, bound to obey me, as ordered through the rules of our childhood games. He was my slave; I was his princess.
"I promised to give Selene whatever it was she asked for," Lucas answered, grinning. "It did not matter if I would get in trouble because of her."
Grandmother smiled. "It was because of that kind of devotion that you showed her even when you were still children that I came to the conclusion that everything would lead to this."
"To what?" I asked her.
"To this," Grandmother answered, taking both Lucas' and my hands and pressing them together. "To the two of you falling in love. I never doubted that."
"Not even when you knew that I was meeting a man by this river?" I asked her.
"Not even then," Grandmother told me. "I saw the two of you growing up together. I saw the love that existed between you even before either of you was old enough to actually recognize it. I never had any doubts regarding who would claim my grandchild's heart one day."
Lucas and I exchanged glances and smiles. I felt his hand squeezing mine, even though Grandmother was still holding both our hands.
"Lucas, will you promise to always take care of Selene?" Grandmother asked, looking at Lucas.
"I spent most of my life doing that, Grandmother," Lucas answered readily. "And I will spend the rest of my life doing just that."
"Love her for as long as you live," Grandmother told him.
"I will," Lucas promised, looking at me. "For as long as I live."
Grandmother smiled and turned to me. "And you, young lady..."
"I will always love Lucas, Grandmother," I told her, placing my other hand over hers and squeezing it. "I will never stop loving him."
Finally, she released our hands and sighed. "This river has always been yours. This river witnessed the progression of your relationship up to this moment." She looked at the shed protecting the three of us from the sun and smiled. "People have come and might come again to share this river with you, but it will never be theirs the way that it is yours right now and for all the years to come. When either of you doubts about the future, go back to this river, or at least think about it, and remember the promises you have just spoken to me. Remember those promises and believe in the love that prompted you to speak those. Do you understand?"
Lucas and I just nodded. Satisfied, Grandmother told Lucas that he could look for his father and brothers and join them or stay guard to us as Mary, Grandmother and I bathe in the river.
It never occurred to me back then that it was so unlike Grandmother to do something like that. I would never wonder why she asked us to give those promises. Only months later would I understand, and from then on, I would always remember the promises we've spoken down by the river.
\*\*\*\*\*
Time seemed to pass by quickly after that. The gowns Mary ordered in town arrived two days before the coach from Uncle Matthew was supposed to arrive, and then we began packing our things. I was very amazed by the gowns that Mary bought, since I had never seen any clothes as beautiful. A few of them were so lovely that I instantly wondered where I could ever wear them.
"Lucas said that your uncle holds balls once every two weeks," Mary told me when I asked her why my gowns looked like that. "You cannot wear ordinary dress when you are attending those balls. I assure you that your uncle will even order more gowns for you when you get there."
"What will I wear when I am not attending those balls, then?" I asked, looking at the other dresses she was packing. "Those look way too nice to be everyday dresses..."
Mary chuckled at that and then embraced me. "Not by their standards. Your uncle is a rich man, and everybody expects those connected to him -- especially young ladies like you -- to have beautiful dresses, even everyday ones."
I winced. "Why am I suddenly scared that everybody I am going to meet there will judge me by the clothes I wear?"
"Because some of them will," Mary told me honestly. "But not everybody will do, so you have to make sure that you get close to those people who won't judge you by your appearance alone."
It was an advice I would follow any time.
I forbade Lucas to come to my room during those last few days, generally because I was very restless during the nights and I did not want him to worry about me. I was once again dreading the idea of meeting my uncle, although I would remind myself time and time again that it would be all right.
The night before our scheduled departure, I had grown so restless that I actually went downstairs in the middle of the night to slip inside Grandmother's room. As soon as the door opened, she was awake, and I tentatively smiled at her.
"Do you mind if I stay here for a while?" I asked her, slipping inside the room.
She sat on the bed and beckoned me to join her. "Are you nervous about meeting Matthew?"
"Yes," I admitted, climbing into the bed and resting my head on her lap. "I was never away from you, Grandmother, but tomorrow, I will be, and worse, I will be thrown amidst a company of people I barely even know."
Grandmother chuckled as she began stroking my hair. "Don't worry about it, Selene. Lucas will be there with you, and I doubt that he will let any harm fall upon you. Besides, Matthew and Susanna are both kind souls, and judging by Lucas' stories, their son is, too, so you have nothing to worry about. You might miss us for the first few weeks, but you will grow used to it, and then, life will be good again."
I looked up at her and smiled. "Are you going to write me often? I promise to write to you ever week."
She smiled. "I thought you hate reading and writing?"
We both shared a moment of laughter before I answered, "I do, but maybe I'll like them now, since that's how I'll know that you're always close to me."
"Then, yes, I will write to you as often as you do," she promised.
I closed my eyes and just savoured that moment as Grandmother began to hum the lullaby she always used to sing me when I was a small child. I smiled upon hearing that.
"I remember that song," I told her.
"You do?" There was a smile on her voice. "This was the lullaby that Catherine used to always sing for Lucas when he would spend the afternoon with us."
"Was Mother really close to Lucas, then?" I asked.
"Yes," Grandmother answered. "He always wanted to listen to you kicking from Catherine's womb, and he would curl up on her lap, putting his ears on her belly, every single afternoon Mary would bring him to us. Catherine would always sing him this lullaby, and then Lucas would be asleep in no time. He was closer to Catherine than he was to Mary. Sometimes, Mary would tell Catherine that she was jealous of how close her son was to her best friend, but the two of them would only laugh at that, since Mary was glad -- and Catherine knew it -- that Lucas could put a smile on your mother's face even after Nathan left."
I smiled and turned so that I could look at Grandmother again. "Is that one of the reasons why you prefer Lucas to Jim or Danny?"
"Partially, yes," Grandmother admitted. "Whenever I would see Lucas, I see not only the child who grew up with you and the man who loves you, but the infant who loved Catherine as if she were his own mother. Lucas may not remember Catherine now, since he was really young when she died, but I believe that his heart remembers, because every time I will sing you this lullaby and Lucas is around, he will pause to listen, too. Back when you were really, really young, he would even end up falling asleep beside you because he would not go away until the song was finished -- which it never would be, since it was supposed to end only when you children are already asleep."
I could not help but laugh at that. "Lucas must have been so cute when he was young."
"Oh, he was," she agreed. "Lucas was not like other children even when he was young. He was not as troublesome as either Jim or Danny." She paused before starting to stroke my hair again. "Do you know, Selene, that Catherine was the person Lucas called 'Mama' when she was still alive?"
"Really?" I sat up to be able to look at Grandmother eye to eye. "What was Mary's reaction?"
"Mary and Catherine were so close that Mary actually did not mind Lucas calling Catherine 'Mama'," replied my grandmother. "Mary loves your mother so much, Selene. They were like sisters, and it was Mary's love that taught her not to be jealous of Catherine. She did not resent the way Lucas referred to your mother, especially whenever she'd see Catherine's bright smile every time Lucas would call her so."
"I'm impressed," I whispered. "Mary is so nice."
"She is, and that's why we all love her," Grandmother told me, smiling. "Since Catherine was Lucas' 'Mama', he would always refer to Mary as Mary. I think it stuck. Even though we tried to teach him how to call Mary 'Mother' when Catherine was already gone, Lucas would seldom call her thus. She was always Mary to him."
"That guy..." I said, starting to chuckle again.
"He is a sweetheart," Grandmother said. "He has always been. That's why you are lucky to be the object of his love, Selene."
"I know that."
Grandmother reached for my hand and squeezed it. "As long as Lucas is with you, you have nothing to worry about, Selene. He will always take care of you. He will always be there for you. So, don't you worry about going to Matthew's. I doubt that you will not get along well with Matthew and Susanna, but if ever hell freezes over and you find yourself in bad terms with them, still remember that Lucas is with you and he will not let anything bad happen to you."
I nodded and leaned towards Grandmother again so that she could embrace me. She lovingly held me in her arms for a few minutes before gently pushing me away.
"Now, you go back upstairs and get some sleep," she said, kissing my forehead. "The coach will be here really early tomorrow and the journey ahead of you is rather long."
I kissed her good night before slipping out of her bedroom. She was right: there was nothing to worry about as long as Lucas was there.
Finally calm, I walked into my designated bedroom, and gave up a yelp when I realized that I was not alone. Thankfully, Lucas was able to cover my mouth with his hands, thus muffling the sound.
"You are going to wake everybody up," he hissed as he dropped his hand from my mouth.
I glared at him. "It was your fault! What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you that you are not allowed to visit me?"
He frowned. "I was just worried about you. I don't know why you don't want me with you these past few nights, so I thought I would ask tonight."
With a sharp exhale, I walked away from the door and sat on the edge of the bed. It was really hard to stay mad at somebody when you know that he was only thinking about you. "I was just sort of scared about going to Uncle Matthew's estate, and I did not want you to see me so restless."
Lucas sat beside me and pulled me towards him so that I could rest my head on his shoulder. "It will worry me more if you do not let me see you, Selene."
"I'm sorry," I said softly, closing my eyes when I felt his arms around me.
"Besides, there is no point in worrying," he said gently. "I will be there."
Smiling, I opened my eyes and looked at him. "That's what Grandmother said."
"And you know she's right," Lucas said, smiling back.
"Yes," I agreed, nodding. "I know she's right."
He smiled again before standing up, heading for the door.
"Where are you going?" I asked, frowning.
"To my room," he answered. "I want you to have a good night sleep because we have a long journey ahead of us tomorrow. I doubt that you will get that if I stay here." He grinned. "I haven't made love to you for six days already, and you did not even let me kiss you for just as long. I know I'm not going to be able to stop myself tonight if I sleep here."
I stood up and walked towards him. Pressing my body close to his, I held his hand and begged, "Don't go. Just stay here with me."
"Selene," he groaned, guiding my hand to his cock, which was already semi-erect. "You know where this will lead me if I don't stay away from you."
I moaned and squeezed it through his pyjamas. "I know exactly where it will lead."
"And you still want me to stay?" he asked in a hoarse voice.
"Yes," I answered, letting his hand and cock go so that I could wrap my arms around him and nuzzle at his neck. "I need you, Lucas. I want you. I missed you inside me and now I want you to fill me up. If it is rest you are worried about, we can just get some sleep inside the coach tomorrow. If that will not be enough, we can get it in the inn, since I know you will get separate rooms for the two of us. But, right now, make love to me, sweetheart. Please..."
He needed no further coaxing. Gently, he lifted me up and carried me back to bed, where he, still gently, lay me down. I pulled him down for a passionate kiss, after which he pulled away, grinning.
"Perhaps, sweetheart, you should take over tonight," he said, using the end of my braid to tickle my face.
"Why?" I asked, lightly running my fingers down his body.
"Because I don't want to be rough to you," he answered, still tickling me. "I don't think I'd be gentle, though, because I so want to punish you for keeping my friend away from his hole."
As he said that, his hand slipped underneath my nightgown and then under my panty, gently stroking my sex. I groaned and arched my body towards him, running my fingers through his hair and pulling his head down so that his lips were almost touching mine.
"What if I don't want you to be gentle?" I murmured against those lips. "What if I want you to be as rough as you want with me?"
He chuckled, although I could tell that he was aroused by the idea. "Then, you are going to cry out in pleasure, and consequently wake the whole house up. Mary and George are going to run upstairs and burst into this room, and perhaps think that I am raping you, and one of them will end up killing me, provided that only one of them has a weapon to kill with."
The way he laid out what he thought would happen was so funny that I found myself laughing. "You are so morbid! They won't think you're raping me, because they actually know how far our relationship goes!"
"But since they'll be awakened from sleep and run here on impulse, they may still end up killing me," he said, shaking with laughter, too. "Especially because there's so little light in here. They might think that I'm just some rascal who broke into the house to rape you."
We just shook in laughter on the bed, and Lucas had to lie down beside me in order not to crush me under his weight. Pretty soon, the silent laughter that shook us would end up to full-blown, loud laughter, and we would both wake the whole house up and get in trouble, so before it could happen, Lucas captured my lips with his and did not pull away until the last of my laughter subsided.
As soon as our fit of laughter died down, Lucas' tongue pushed its way into my mouth. I readily met it with mine, twisting and twirling with it in a dance whose rhythm he set. I pressed my body closer to his, draping a leg over his waist so that I could keep him close. His hand started caressing that leg, moving up to my thigh, and then running back down.
Whenever I was at that high state of arousal, his slightest touch always would always send me aching for him to take me.A soft moan escaped my lips, and Lucas knew me enough to realize how much I needed him. With deliberate slowness, he undressed me, and then himself, and it frustrated me so much that I had to bite my lower lip in order not to growl out of dismay. All I wanted him to do was to take me, not to tease me so much that it hurt.
"Lucas," I moaned as I reached for him. "Lucas, please..."
He winked at me and grinned, moving away so that I could not reach him. "So, this is the kind of punishment that will work on you, isn't it?"
With a groan of frustration, I fell back on the bed, complaining, "Don't do this to me, Lucas!"
Aroused as he was, he could still find time to be amused. I narrowed my eyes and looked at him with vengeance in my eyes. He could not do this to me and get away with it!
I crawled to the pillows and positioned myself so that he could see all of me from where he stood. Slowly, I bent my knees, keeping them apart, making sure that I was exposed to him. When I had his full attention, I started stroking my own body, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples, without closing my eyes so that I could watch his reactions.
His eyes followed where my hands led, and his erection was proof that this was turning him on even more. Feeling extremely naughty, I started stroking my slit, feeling its wetness, revelling in the sensations that my caresses gave me. I found the little bud that always, always made me feel good when Lucas was teasing it, and slowly began rubbing it. And all the while, I was watching Lucas -- watching how his cock seemed to get harder and harder as he watched me.
"I really hope you'll change your mind about punishing me," I told him, groaning as I continued what I was doing. "I'm never one to suffer alone, Lucas..."
He grinned as soon as he heard that. "I should have been warned. You are my little minx, after all."
With that, he approached the bed, climbed on, and knelt in front of me. He gently took my hand off my sex and replaced it with his mouth. I gasped and arched my back as I felt his tongue flicking on my bud. Grasping the bedclothes with both hands, I bit my lower lip in order not to cry out. I felt two of his fingers sliding into my hole, teasing it as much as how his mouth was teaching the nub.
"Lucas," I gasped, lifting my head so that I could look at him. "Lucas, sweetheart..."
He looked up to meet my eyes, although his fingers still continued what they were doing.
"Lie down on the bed," I told him. "If you'll do this to me..."
I did not have to finish my statement before he knew what I wanted to say. He just did as I told him, and waited for me to climb on top of him, knees planted beside his shoulders so that I could lean forward and give attention to his hard member. He started lapping at me just as I began giving him head.
A few moments later, he asked me to get up, and I did, for I knew what was coming. As he had told me earlier, he did make love to me roughly. He pounded in and out of me hard, just as I wanted him to. I made him aware of my gratefulness through every whispered word, every satisfied moan, every fleeting kiss. I met his thrusts every chance I could, and when the moment came for the two of us to reach our climax, we reached it together, as we almost always did.
Lucas collapsed on top of me, but immediately rolled off so that I did not have to suffer under his weight. He planted a kiss on my shoulder as his hand sought my sex. I gasped when I felt his finger lightly touch my bud. It was still sensitive, and the lightest of touches had the ability to make me shudder in pleasure once more. Knowing this fully well, Lucas proceeded on rubbing it with his fingers, sending me to another climax in no time.
He pulled me close to him as we both waited for me to recover. I closed my eyes, panting as I laid my head on his chest. His hand was automatically on my head, stroking my hair.
Smiling, I pulled away to look into his eyes. "Thank you."
He smiled back and held my chin so that I continued to look at him. "Selene Katrina Kier, I love you very, very much."
With a sigh, I moved to kiss his lips, before whispering, "As I do, sweetheart; as I do."
"Now, rest, baby," he whispered to me, reaching for the blanket to pull over the two of us. "We still have that journey to start early tomorrow."
I wrapped my arms around him as I closed my eyes.
I did not care if I had to enter a new world in the morning. I was with Lucas, and he would never leave me. That was enough -- more than enough. |
literotica | Title: Best-Case Scenario
Tags: lesbian whores, strippers, ffm, girls kissing
*The following is a work of fiction – for now. It describes a fantasy I fully intend to make as real as possible. Those who have advice regarding the scenario I spin below are welcome to contact me, I am pleased to hear from you!*
Here in Houston, they have what are euphemistically referred to as "Private Modeling Studios" or "One-on-One Lingerie Shows". Of course, what it's really all about is thirty minutes to an hour with a stripper in a little room without distractions, and the line between stripper and whore gets pretty blurry in there. The base price for a half hour is $100, with some places charging as much as $200 and others leaving it open insofar as what you tip. Some places offer a two-girl show, at twice the price of course. Don't ask me about the details, though, because I don't have them - I've never been a customer to such a place.
That, however, is going to change. For the past few months I've been socking a bit of cash here and there away from my wife's prying eyes, and now I'm just waiting for my opportunity to have her busy and out of the house for an evening so I can sneak away and satisfy my curiosity. See, I love to watch two women make out. I've always imagined how great it would be to be part of a threesome with two hot ladies, and I've long since accepted that the opportunity to try it isn't going to ever drop in my lap - especially since my wife is definitely not open to the idea (this is real life, after all). So, I decided long ago that if I were ever to be able to actually experience my fantasies, I'd have to pay for it.
Perhaps I'm a cad and a jerk for doing such a thing as a married man, but the sad fact is that my wife is utterly dull in bed, when she's up for sex at all. Once a month would be better than what I'm getting, and when she moves I wonder if there's something wrong. Her sole turn-on is for me to whisper how much I love her and what she means to me - which I don't have a problem with, but why the hell does sex ALWAYS have to be about our undying devotion to each other? I like for sex to be deep and emotional, sure, but I also like it to be playful and raunchy sometimes. My wife, though I love her dearly, is a lousy fuck. She shows next to no enthusiasm, can't stand to be French kissed, hates having her nipples sucked, is disgusted by oral sex, refuses to wear sexy lingerie, won't shave, won't role-play, won't get on top... it's literally gotten to the point where jerking off is preferable, and I have a fairly hyperactive libido which needs satisfying three or four times a week. So in the end, I really don't feel too bad about going out just one time and getting a pro to do what she won't. Frankly, she should probably consider herself lucky that I don't have affairs at the office.
Anyway, enough about my problems. As of now, I have the necessary $200 which my wife knows nothing about in my wallet, I've selected a place to go, and I've even created a 30-minute CD of sexy music to play during my session, so I can play it again later and enjoy the memory. I'd give the name of the studio, but the fact is that what I'm hoping to enjoy is illegal in Houston and I don't want to cause trouble, so let's just call it "Trixie's". Trixie's is the kind of place that offers a flat $100 per girl per half-hour rate, which is good for someone like me who doesn't want to think about money while the show's going on; I'd rather pay and enjoy. They offer two-girl shows, so that's covered. I have no idea how attractive the women are and one cannot necessarily trust the advertising, so we'll just have to hope for the best on that one. Still, I would imagine they have pictures at the place itself, so I won't be going in blind - if the girls aren't hot enough, I'll just walk.
The reader might wonder at this point, "Why are you writing this now? Why not write it after the fact and tell us what happened?" Well, there are four reasons. One is that I feel like spinning a fantasy right now and this seems as good a plot as any. Two, I may not ever really get the chance to follow through, or I may chicken out, and then it would never get written. Three, the reality probably won't live up to the fantasy, and if I'm going to tell a story it might as well be a good one, not a disappointing one. Four, I can always follow this up with a "sequel" that tells what really happened.
And so, I begin the fantasy! Imagine a summer evening in Houston... my wife has been invited on a "girls' night out" and will be out and about from about 6:00 to 1:00. As usual, I haven't had sex for three weeks, and the last time we did was pretty lackluster. The stage is set!
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"Don't wait up for me, okay sweetheart? I'll be out with the girls pretty late!"
"No problem," I said to my wife. "Actually, I'll probably go use the pool. It's warm tonight."
"Sounds like a plan. Oh, and I might not answer if you call, we could go to a movie."
"That's all right, I can't think of any reason why I'd need to call. Have fun!"
"You too!" She kissed me and headed out the door. I waited until I heard her car drive away before I moved, my heart pounding in anticipation of what was in store for my evening.
First, I jumped in the shower and scrubbed myself first-date clean, noting that I hadn't felt this kind of anticipation since I *was* going on my first date. I shaved my face baby's-bottom smooth, and while I was at it I carefully shaved the hair from my testicles as well. It might seem strange, but I've found that my sensitivity is increased tenfold when my happysacks are naked, and I wanted to enjoy the experience to the full.
Fresh from the shower, I applied a good measure of anti-perspirant and a little "invention" of my own: a couple squirts of Drakkar mixed with scent-free lotion. This goes on the face and hands, and on special occasions on the chest as well. I tried it a while back before a session with my wife, and she actually seemed to enjoy the sex for once, so there had to be some value in it.
Clothes weren't entirely important, but I wanted to look sharp, so I chose an all-black outfit with good shoes and a sport coat. A couple of Altoids for breath, a quick comb through the hair, and I was ready for what lay ahead.
The drive to Trixie's took a good half hour, and it was difficult to keep my mind on the road. I kept wondering what it would really be like to watch two women make out right in front of me, and whether the rumors I had heard were true - that the rule about no touching was worth only the paper it was printed on, and that they really might turn their attentions to me if I asked. I'd be satisfied with the show by itself if that were all there was, but of course I wanted more!
I arrived at Trixie's just as the last glow of sunlight faded in the sky, parked my car in back, and made sure I had what I needed. The only things I intended to bring in were the money to pay for the night's services, my driver's license to prove my age if it were necessary, and the CD I'd mixed for the occasion. My credit cards and everything else in my wallet was securely locked in the glove box, and I locked the car up tight as well.
The building had boarded windows and little indication of what went on inside; those who wanted to go in knew what and where it was, those who didn't were better off ignoring it. A simple pink neon sign over the door said, "Trixie's Studio" and a smaller sign to the left said, "Open". That was all. I felt the butterflies rising and popped another Altoid to calm my stomach. I wished I had a stiff drink.
I opened the door and entered a lobby lit mostly with blacklights and lava lamps. The sofas were large and upholstered with velvet. On the tables in front of them were magazines with advertisements for adult services and video stores, and around the walls were 8x10 images of hot women in a variety of sexy poses. A beaded curtain on one wall was parted to reveal a window, and at that window stood a hot-looking young blonde woman.
She was probably about twenty years old, and dressed in a bikini top that left almost nothing to the imagination, not that one could have imagined much better than what she had. Her breasts were round and full, the nipples poking out slightly through the fabric. She smiled at me as I came in, tossing her hair back and wiggling her shoulders slightly to shake her tits a bit.
"Hi sweetie," she said brightly. "Are you looking for some fun tonight?"
"You know it," I replied. "But, I've never been to a place like this. I hope you can give me some idea of what to expect."
"Sure!" she said. "We love to have new customers. We offer a private modeling session at a flat rate of $100 per half-hour, and there's a twenty-dollar cover charge. Our girls are very open-minded and uninhibited, and we really want to show you a good time."
"Can I have a two-girl show?" I asked, trying not to stutter the words.
"Absolutely! Most of our girls are really excited about doing a double. Now, what do you find attractive in a woman?"
"There's a lot of things I like. You don't happen to have a photo album or something, do you?"
"You can look at the pictures on the walls," she said, pointing around the edges of the window. As she leaned out, she gave me a first-class view of some nice, deep cleavage. "The girls on this wall are here tonight, and some of them are ready to go right away; others you'll need to wait for, but they're all worth it! As it happens, everyone working tonight is open to the idea of a two-girl show, but of course not all of them have experience with each other."
Just the thought of any of the two girls on the wall making out with each other was mind-boggling. They all looked hot to me, with fine bodies and sexy attitudes. I knew this would be a tough choice. "Can I have a moment to think it over?" I asked.
"Sure, sweetie! Take as much time as you want. We'll still be here. Oh, and just so you know, I'm Jenny, I'm available tonight, and I'm feeling very frisky." She winked at me and gently stroked her fingertips across her breast, then left the window.
I had a dozen pictures to choose from, twelve beautiful girls who wanted to get naked for me. Sure, they only wanted to because I was paying them, but it had been so long since I had felt wanted at all that even that was enticing. Four of them were smouldering Latino women (unsurprising in Houston) and two were lovely Asian girls, a look that had always appealed to me. There was a picture of the pretty blonde in the window dressed as a cheerleader, and three other blonde girls - four if one counted one of the Asian women who had lightened her hair. There was a redhead with freckles in a schoolgirl outfit, a black woman with big, round silicone tits, and a brunette flexing a bicep at least twice the size of mine. So much to choose from!
Then I saw the one I wanted. I hadn't noticed it at first due to the glare of one of the lights, but she was definitely my lady for the evening. Her skin was alabaster, her hair jet black. Her clothes and makeup suggested Elvira, Mistress of the Dark. Just seeing her picture gave me a shiver; I felt a shock run through my hardened cock and knew that a dribble of pre-come had just moistened my briefs. Her name was Valerie.
I went back to the window and waited for a moment for Jenny to emerge from the curtain just beyond. When she came out, she smiled and said, "Decided already?"
"Is Valerie available?" I asked.
"Ooh, good choice," she said. "Valerie never disappoints. Do you like the Goth look? She's wearing it tonight."
"I hoped she would be."
"Great! What about your second girl?"
I thought for a moment. "You know, I'd kind of like to leave that up to her. I'd really like the girls to be comfortable with each other, I imagine I'll get a better show that way."
"Are you sure you've never done this before?" Jenny teased me. "Okay, sweetie, that'll be twenty up front. Let me have you wait here for a moment, and I'll have Valerie get ready. You might want to think about what the other girl should wear, and whether you have any requests."
I sat down to wait, and the minutes dragged. I looked over the pictures on the wall and wondered who Valerie would invite to the party. I was glad I was letting her choose; the anticipation intensified when I didn't know which of these pretty girls to expect!
After what seemed like hours but was probably only five minutes, the door next to the window opened and Jenny invited me back. I followed her down a short and narrow hallway with doors every five feet until she came to the last one and opened it.
The room beyond was about the size of a smallish bedroom. In one corner was a large recliner with a clean sheet draped over it, and the walls were draped with heavy curtains. Opposite the pillow was a raised twin-size mattress covered with a dark red velvet sheet, and this I presumed was where the girls would perform. A tall and slim cabinet on the wall was the only other furnishing in the room.
"What I'll need you to do," Jenny said, "is get into your birthday suit, and have a seat on the chair there. We can play music if you want, do you have something in mind?"
"Way ahead of you," I smiled, pulling the disc I had made out of my pocket.
"Great!" Jenny said, giggling at the picture I had made for the cover (a close up of two women kissing). "You've been planning this for a while, haven't you, naughty boy?" she asked with a wink.
"Since I was sixteen," I said truthfully.
"Well, we'll just have to give you an extra-good show then, won't we?" Jenny said.
She was back out the door before I realized she had said, "We." Apparently, Jenny was to be Valerie's partner for the evening! I couldn't say I was disappointed. I took off my clothes and hung them on a pair of hangers thoughtfully attached to the back of the door, and then sat down with my money in my fist to wait. I felt rather exposed and was grateful for the dark room and for the sheet over the chair, obviously to make sure I didn't have to sit in whatever the last client had left. I found myself literally shaking with anticipation, and my hard-on had dropped straight down out of sheer nervous tension.
When the door opened again, it was Jenny by herself. She smiled to see that I had undressed, and I suddenly understood the point of that - it was to make sure I wasn't a cop or something. "So sweetie," she said with a smile, "have you thought of any special requests? What do you like?"
This was it. I took a deep breath. "Well, I like to see two girls make out," I said, marveling at how steady I kept my voice. "I like to see them kiss deeply and with tongue, and I like to see lots of tit-play. I also like oral sex, but not too much; what I really prefer is the foreplay. I don't like toys or anal. I like bright red lips and I like dirty talk."
"I think we can accommodate you," she said. "What would you have me wear?"
I thought about Valerie in her hot black vinyl, and said, "White lace. A wedding dress, if you have one."
Jenny smiled. "Sure, sweetie. It's customary to give us our tip at this point."
I handed over ten twenties, and Jenny took them with a smile. I was glad to get that out of the way with so little fuss.
"Just stay comfortable, honey, and we'll be right here," she said.
"Oh, one more thing," I said as she was about to leave. "Can you come in by yourself for the first two minutes, and then Valerie should come in as if by accident? I'd kind of like to imagine that it was going to be just a one-on-one show, but then things turn out differently."
"That sounds fun," Jenny said with a smile. "Okay, we can do that. I'll be right back."
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Good God, how much anticipation was a guy supposed to take? I could barely stand to sit still and wait, but at the same time I felt frozen to the chair and unable to move. If there had been a fire alarm, I probably would have sat right through it.
Suddenly I heard soft music through the speakers. It was the first track on my disc, Madonna's "Erotica". I swallowed with a dry mouth and nearly jumped through the ceiling as the door clicked open.
Jenny came in, and she looked like something out of my fantasies. The dress she wore came off both shoulders and burst out over her large breasts, descending in white frills and lace to the floor. Her lips, as requested, had been painted vivid red, and her hair came down over one shoulder. On her head was a crystal tiara. She spun around in front of me once, letting the dress flare outward and revealing legs in white fishnet stockings and a pair of white spike heels. With a mischievous grin, she leaned forward and placed both hands firmly on my shoulders, pushing her cleavage into my face. Then, much to my surprise, she slid down and began kissing my lips. I had thought that such a thing was off-limits to pros, but that shows what you learn from watching Pretty Woman.
"Am I hot enough for you?" she asked me in a husky whisper. "Just relax and enjoy, sweetie. I want to show you my body."
Jenny stood up and spun around again, but this time the dress whipped off her body almost completely, revealing a much shorter lacy skirt that didn't even cover her nice, firm ass. I could see that she was wearing a white lace thong and that she was either shaved or close to it. My cock came up to attention once again.
She looked down at my rising manhood hungrily. "Mmm, you are getting hot, aren't you," she said. "And so big, too! I'll bet it would hurt so good to fuck you, lover..."
Honestly, I had no idea whether I was big or small in comparison to other men, but who cared? I was living the fantasy, and if she wanted to make like I was John Dillinger then so be it.
Jenny danced and gyrated to the music for a moment, rubbing her breasts through her dress and slowly beginning to tease them out. Just as her nipples peeked over the top, there was a knock at the door, and it opened.
"Hello?" came a voice from the entrance.
Believe it or not, I had just about forgotten that there was going to be another hostess! Jenny raised a hand to her mouth and made a show of being surprised when Valerie stepped in, her black vinyl and hair shining in the light. Her lips were blood red, her eyes darkened and her skin nearly white, her large breasts lifted together inside a skintight black top that split all the way to her waist. Her nails were black, and her legs in black fishnets and heels that matched Jenny's except for color. She also looked surprised, and giggled slightly when she saw us.
"Oops," she said lightly. "I must be in the wrong room. So sorry!"
"It's okay," Jenny said, looking Valerie over. "We really don't mind, do we sweetie?"
I shook my head. My heart pounded in my throat too loudly for me to speak.
"Maybe I should stay for a while, then?" Valerie suggested as she came inside and let the door close behind her. She circled around Jenny's body, looking the blonde girl over as if to see if she was worthy of her time.
"I'm sure you'd be welcome," Jenny said as she closed her eyes and leaned her head in to suggest a kiss.
Valerie stepped in close and pulled Jenny to her by the hips as their mouths touched, tongues reaching through lips to stroke each other wetly. I had seen two women passionately kiss only once before in real life, at a strip club in Vegas, and there had been plexiglas between us. This was right in front of me, and these two ladies went at it with far more enthusiasm than I'd seen before. Already Jenny was moaning softly with heat and desire, and I heard her gasp when Valerie's hands squeezed her bottom.
The Goth princess turned to me and smiled. "You like to watch us, don't you?" she said. "Well, we're just getting started. Jenny and I just love to fuck each other, don't we, Jenny?"
"Please, let me suck your tits, Valerie," Jenny said in response, as she slid her hands into Valerie's cleavage and cupped the brunette's large, round breasts in both hands. Valerie's top parted easily to let her massive globes into the open, and Jenny immediately bent down to take a nipple between her full, red lips.
"Mmm, that's nice, Jenny," Valerie smiled. "Oh, but I think someone wants to share..."
The girls pulled away from their embrace and came over to me. Just the sight of them approaching, with hungry eyes and panting lips, nearly made me lose my load on the spot. Nothing turns me on more than a woman who really wants it, and for the moment I didn't care that this was all part of the job for them and the desire was mostly an act; it was like a bath for one dying of thirst after years of seeing little more than reluctant resignation from my wife. Even if it was only because I'd paid them, these girls *wanted* touching, and passion, and as far as I was concerned they wanted me.
A smooth, warm body slid up to me on one side and then the other. This time the girls kissed only inches away, and the sight of their wet lips and tongues sliding and caressing together was unreal to me. Then Jenny turned to kiss me, and Valerie did the same, and before I knew it I had two tongues in my mouth, one from either side. This was something I had always fantasized about, and the reality was mind-blowing. "How did you know?" I found myself whispering.
The girls didn't answer directly, but instead conjured another longtime fantasy image from my mind as Valerie straightened herself up and offered her breasts to me and Jenny. Each of us took a nipple and sucked away while Valerie moaned with pleasure. I glanced at both her and Jenny, and they seemed totally involved. If they were acting, they were damn good at it, and that was the last time I even thought of them as putting on a show for money.
When Jenny pulled away, I discovered that Valerie had unzipped her top in the back and it stayed behind, revealing her large and beautiful tits in full. I reached out to touch them and found her willing, taking my hand and moving it in slow circles around each breast while she squirmed with pleasure. She turned over and arched backwards across my chest, thrusting her breasts high up in the air. "May I touch myself?" she asked me as she spread her legs open.
"Yes," I whispered in reply.
She smiled and moved her thong aside to stroke her pussy, and I saw that she was shaved, another incredible turn-on for me. Valerie, in the meantime, had straddled my lap and was gyrating back and forth, pulling off her black vinyl top and letting her own breasts free. For a moment she touched and squeezed them for me, leaning in close over me and Jenny to give me a good look. Then she slid down, letting her magnificent globes wrap around my rock-hard member.
"Fuck my tits, wild man," she hissed, and began to rock up and down to slide me back and forth inside her deep cleavage.
"Ooh yeah, fuck her hard," Jenny whispered as she dropped down next to Valerie to kiss her some more. The sight and sensation became too much for me, and I felt the pressure in my cock build suddenly.
"I'm going to come," I managed to say by way of warning. Valerie's response was to squeeze her breasts tighter around me and trap my manhood against her chest. In the next moment, my hot white cream spurted out between her tits, and she sat back to let Jenny rub it over her. I had never really been turned on by come-play before, but watching these girls willingly bathe in my secretions was completely new for me, and I found it exciting and hot.
"I hope you have more for me," Jenny said. "We're not finished yet, you know."
"I think we can get him hot again," Valerie smiled. The girls stood and Valerie went to the cupboard, opened it, and pulled out a damp towel which she tossed to Jenny. Then she extracted another to clean her chest while Jenny wiped my essence off her hands. Of course this wasn't a porn movie; they weren't about to lick it off each other or anything like that, and it was easy not to be too disappointed. When Jenny was finished, she folded her towel over and used it to clean me off, gently squeezing my cock to extract the last drop and smiling as she did so.
"Let's let him watch us for a while," Valerie suggested. "I'll bet we can make him come again before we're through."
While my attention had been on Jenny, Valerie had removed her panties and I saw that while she wasn't entirely shaved, her hair had been trimmed to leave only a small heart-shaped patch just above her creamy-pink pussy lips. Jenny, on the other hand, was entirely shaved, and as she stepped close to Valerie I could see that very easily as she had removed her panties as well. Both girls were now naked except for stockings, garters, and heels, and I guessed that those would probably stay on. That was fine with me.
"Why don't we give him a real lesbian show, Val," Jenny invited. "I want to make you come, baby."
"You're such a little slut, Jenny," Valerie replied as she pulled Jenny close and pressed their tits together at the nipples. "That's probably why I love to fuck you so much."
They kissed deeply once again, and I found that my cock, softened from my climax, was already stirring with further need. It had been years since I'd been inspired to get it up for a second round, but with this kind of stimulation I felt like I'd never lose my hard-on again! Valerie and Jenny quickly became absorbed with each other, and slender hands reached up and down to stroke smooth tits and legs. For some time they presented the enjoyable spectacle of two lovely girls making out, kissing lips and sucking tits and feeling each other's bodies.
"Oh, I love the way you do that," whispered Jenny as Valerie licked between her tits.
"Your pussy feels so wet, lover," Valerie said as she rubbed her fingers around Jenny's clit.
"I just can't help it, I'm so hot for you," Jenny moaned.
"Suck my nipples hard... just like that!" gasped Valerie.
"Let me feel your pussy."
"Kiss me deeper, I want your tongue in my mouth!"
"Pinch my nipples... harder... oh yes!"
"Fuck me, you slut..."
"I'll make you come, sexy bitch!"
They turned toward me in mid-kiss, tongues tickling each other and each with a hand on the other's pussy. "Come closer," Valerie said, holding out her hand in invitation. "I want you to watch me lick her sweet pussy!"
I stood up and took both their hands, letting them guide me over next to the elevated mattress. Jenny climbed up and lay down with her legs spread wide, allowing Valerie to bend down and kiss her on her shining wet pussy lips. This was something I had never seen in real life, and the sight of it gave me shivers of excitement. Soon Valerie was licking away with the enthusiasm of a porn star, while Jenny arched her back and moaned with excitement.
"Suck my titties," Jenny begged me. "Please suck them!"
I was happy to oblige her, and drew each nipple into my mouth one at a time, feeling the wetness of Valerie's saliva that had been left behind. Looking down and watching Valerie lick Jenny's pussy while I sucked her tits was even more exciting.
"Want to see us sixty-nine?" Valerie asked. I nodded and stepped away so she could step up and mount Jenny's face, and soon the two of them were going at it together. Valerie pulled up for a moment to draw me over between Jenny's legs for a closer look. When I got there, she looked up at me with an expression of unbelievable lust.
"Try her," she invited.
I was stunned - I had no idea that anything like this was allowed! Leaning in close, I gave a tentative lick over Jenny's clit, and she squirmed with response. I had no idea how to give a woman proper oral sex; the only guides I had were porn movies that I knew I couldn't trust. Valerie, however, was happy to show me by example and hold Jenny's pussy lips spread for me so I could tickle her clit with my tongue and enjoy her sweet nectar. The elevated bed held her at just the right height so that if I were inclined to, I could have stood up and slid my cock deep inside her. Of course I knew that wouldn't be permitted, but the idea of it got me hot all the same.
"I'm coming! Oh fuck, I'm coming!" Jenny squealed, and her whole body stiffened as she climaxed. Valerie's tongue joined mine on her clit to give her maximum pleasure, and after what seemed like a full minute she finally relaxed.
"This is so much fun," Valerie said, licking her lips and then kissing me deeply. "But we still have to make you come one more time, and I want to come too. Tell me how you want it, hm? You can't fuck us, but we'll do just about anything else."
I thought about what it might be like to feel both of them licking and sucking my cock, but although the prospect was exciting, I preferred to be able to touch and feel their bodies rather than just sitting back and letting them do everything. "Why don't I go sit down over there," I said, indicating the chair, "and Valerie can lie back on top of me, and Jenny can lick her pussy?"
"Oh, I like that," Valerie said. "Come on, lover, let's do it!"
We assumed the position. Valerie's body lay across me and I reached around to feel her magnificent tits. She placed her hands on top of mine and we rubbed them together while Jenny dove between Valerie's legs.
Valerie's head lay back on my shoulder, so she could lean back to tongue-kiss me while Jenny pleasured her. I loved the sound and feel of her moans as I kissed her, knowing what Jenny was doing to her, and all at once my pleasure increased as Jenny reached under Valerie's bottom and began to stroke my member while she went down on Valerie's pussy. I looked down and Jenny looked back into my eyes. For a moment I felt almost as if I were Valerie, that Jenny was licking me and not her, that the soft tits I felt were my own... and for that brief instant I came to realize that another fantasy was coming true for me, that I was actually doing lesbian lovemaking instead of just watching it. It was a dream I had always kept to myself, the idea that I could know lovemaking AS a woman and from a woman... but it was fleeting, and in the same moment I returned to my own body.
"Feel my cunt," Valerie whispered to me, and I moved my hand down to stroke her pussy between the strokes of Jenny's tongue.
"No, inside me," Valerie begged. "I want you to finger-fuck me. Come on, lover, I want you in me..."
I slid my finger deep into Valerie's pussy, making her gasp and then suck my tongue deep into her mouth. Jenny crawled up over the top of us and rested her tits down on Valerie's, joining the kiss. I felt Valerie shiver, and as her pussy tightened around my finger I knew she was coming. My own cock felt ready to explode at the slightest touch.
Then Valerie pulled herself away from my hand and lay down beside me, even as Jenny lay down at the other side, and they resumed kissing me again with their bodies pressed into me at either side and with their hands stroking my cock.
"One more time," Jenny whispered through the kiss.
"Come for us," Valerie begged.
For the second time that night I released my load, and felt the girls' hands grow slippery as they rubbed me with my own come. They pumped me even as I climaxed, squeezing every last drop out and rocking their hips against my legs as if I were fucking them both at the same time. At last I was spent, and the girls reclined with me, their hands still gently stroking my spent manhood, their bodies warm and soft alongside me.
The last song on my custom CD faded out as a faint bell sounded, and I knew my half hour was up.
Valerie and Jenny both sighed with disappointment. "Are you sure we couldn't take you for another ride?" Jenny asked me. "There's so much more we can do to you."
"And to each other," Valerie added.
"I wish I could, girls," I replied sadly, "but I only brought enough for one round. I can't have what I can't pay for."
They both stood up. "No, that's true enough," Jenny said. "Well, we hope you enjoyed yourself."
"Very much," I said truthfully.
"And we hope you'll come back and see us again," Valerie said coyly as she pulled her top back on and hid her breasts from view once more.
The girls both got their clothes back on, and I made use of a towel to clean myself up. My head still swam with the aftereffect of two massive orgasms, and I was glad I didn't have any more money on me - they'd have had it!
"He's been so good," Jenny said to Valerie. "One more kiss?"
"Why not?" Valerie agreed with a smile. The two girls touched lips to lips one more time, then turned to me.
"You can get dressed now," Jenny said. "Thanks for coming, sweetie."
\* \* \* \* \*
"We hope you had a good time," said the pretty Asian girl who had taken Jenny's place behind the window.
"An amazing time," I replied. "I'll have to come back again."
"Oh, that reminds me," she said, digging under the counter. "Your models wanted you to have these. They're invitations to return."
I looked at the cards, one from each of my ladies of the evening, offering to pay my cover charge if I returned for an hour session with them. "Tell them thanks for me," I replied. "I'm not sure when I'll be back, but I hope it won't be too long. Do you all put on as great a show as they do?"
"I'd be willing to give it a try," she said with a smile.
"Maybe on my return visit," I said. "Goodnight."
"Come back again!" she called as I left the building.
What happened next? Well, I went home, driving mechanically and trying not to let my head be filled with the incredible events of the evening. The first thing I did upon arriving home was to change into my swimsuit and go dip in the community pool, to make good my story to the wife about swimming and to cover any trace of perfumes the girls might have been wearing with chlorine. Then I threw my clothes in the wash and lay down with my CD playing, going over the night again in my mind and basking in the afterglow of finally, finally feeling sexually satisfied.
The next morning I woke with my wife by my side, and oddly the anticipated guilt never set in. Actually, I found myself quite drawn to her, and my affectionate mood must have been catching because she actually got receptive to a little marital sex that night. It was nothing as wild as my romp with Jenny and Valerie, of course, but I found that with my frustrations vanquished and with the help of what had suddenly become some very sexy music, we both had our best fuck in years!
Who knew that a ride with a pair of whores would actually make things better with my wife? In any event, I've already started saving for my next visit to Trixie's – I have a fantasy about an Asian and a redhead, perhaps in nursing uniforms... |
yiff-extreme | Not the most orthodox of solutions, but then again, neither was he the most orthodox of people.
Most others would be more than happy with a simple immune system booster, but not him; if he was going to inject nanobots into his system, he was going to go the whole way through and pick the single most potent injector type there was available, even if it blew enough of a hole in his wallet that it nearly made him break down whenever he truly considered how expensive it was. Nevertheless, he sought to see it as an investment of sorts: sure, he had just dropped several thousand on an experimental nanite infusion, but if it worked as advertised, and he had no reason to believe it didn’t, then it would eventually pay for itself with what it was supposed to do: no more cuts, no more scratches and bruises, no more illness, no more anything; the closest thing to one becoming unkillable, as the nanoscopic machines worked tirelessly, day and night, to maintain the body’s balance such that nothing could break it.
Customer reviews were nothing if not glowing, and really, how could one throw away the chance to become practically immune to natural illness and minor to medium injury? Frankly, it only costing a few thousand was a steal, given what sort of effects it was supposed to have; plus, there were rumours that it had some additional impact on more “secondary” systems, though Slay knew better than to trust stuff he saw repeated by semi-reputable news aggregates. What mattered was he had his appointment set, and though he conveniently forgot to mention this to his girlfriend back at home, the wolf was (reasonably) certain she wouldn’t mind her partner quite literally granting himself the closest thing to biological immortality.
It would, after all, mean more time for the two of them to spend together, and hey, if she at any point decided to undergo the same procedure, then they’d literally have all the time in the world for one another. It was with these thoughts in his head that Slay walked into the clinic and patiently sat waiting for his time to walk through the doors into the physician’s office; it felt odd that something so life-changing could be done without the need for invasive surgery, but there he had it: a nice, clean little waiting room, not unlike what he’d find at a dentist’s office, with a simple desk, and a simple clerk, and a simple doctor walking up to him with a simple clipboard in hand, asking him a series of necessary questions for the sake of filling out paperwork or whatever it was they had to do.
Everything flew by in a haze, with Slay having to spend a considerable amount of effort focusing on what was actually happening around him for it to register; him walking into the actual operating room (which consisted merely of a chair with a handful of automatic injectors attached to it), being explained the “procedure”, having the nanites pumped into his bloodstream and then leaving all took place within an almost impossible thirty minutes, most of which were reserved for post-op observation. It was so devilishly simple that Slay almost refused to believe that it had actually happened; surely, something of that magnitude should’ve been more complex, more… impactful.
Yet, as he walked out of the clinic feeling surprisingly more rejuvenated already, he had to admit that was really it. There would be no fanfare, no grand celebration, just himself, out there in the great outdoors, the air tasting sweeter than ever, and his libido already knocking at the door. Hard to notice at first, but as his arousal continued to pick up the longer the stood there in front of the clinic, the more the wolf began to realize that his legs weren’t functioning properly; though he still managed to look like he was just standing there on purpose, he was finding it surprisingly difficult to actually take a step, courtesy of what lay between said legs having become enough of a distraction that his brain didn’t know what to do with it.
It had been a while since he felt that horny with no real explanation, enough so that the wolf honestly had no clue what the hell was happening to him; nothing had happened to justify the sudden tightness in his pants, nor how hard his muscles locked into place… nothing but the nanites now coursing through his bloodstream, of course. He didn’t want to think about it, mostly because these were exactly the kind of side-effects that he’d spent a considerable amount of time pretending weren’t real and would never actually affect him; that he was wrong was nothing short of a gift from the gods themselves, but Slay didn’t want to give himself that much hope just yet.
Maybe he was just horny; that was entirely possible, especially after such a momentous occasion. Maybe he just wanted to use this new lease on life in the best way he could, which just so happened to coincide with getting back home to Myuki and wrecking yet another mattress while the neighbors complained about all the noise. Wouldn’t be the first time his brain made that connection without him realizing it, so really, why was he worried? The pressure that had refused to abate? The sense of actual tightness as opposed to just the vague notion of wanting to blow a load as quickly as possible? These were all easy to ignore, even when the people around him in the street started to give him weird sideways glances.
This was fine, Slay thought to himself, he had just gotten out of one of the most prestigious clinics in the country, one known for exactly one kind of procedure; it was only natural that people were interested in seeing him for what he was now, for the pillar of biological perfection he had become. It certainly couldn’t be because something long and thick was snaking its way down one of his pant legs, a sensation that Slay himself was privy to, yet once again chose to ignore for the sake of his own sanity. Of course his dick wasn’t growing, how silly of him to even begin to think otherwise; even the rumours about the nanite treatment increasing one’s virility didn’t talk about that sort of change, so clearly, that was entirely in his head, up to and including that feeling of his cock packing on inch after inch as it slowly filled one side of his jeans, all while his balls began to strain against the seams directly underneath them.
It was all in his head, which was why he absolutely did not feel any relief when he finally sat down in the car and got to enjoy some time without the pressure killing him with every step; he was just tired, was all, nothing more, certainly no size issues to worry about that his brain was actively trying to avoid thinking about. Absolutely not; really, the extra work he had to put into driving back home thanks to a weird amount of weight between his legs were clearly just the result of the operation finally getting to him. After all, it’d be ridiculous to assume that he could have nanobots injected into his body and not suffer through some sort of adaptation period.
That his pants were audibly straining and starting to tear was entirely secondary; he’d wanted to replace them anyway, so whatever reason he had to do so was a good one as far as Slay was concerned. Really, it took him parking his car outside the couple’s home before he allowed himself to consider the possibility that something might possibly be wrong, and even then it was reserved only for him unhooking his belt and sliding his pants off. Perhaps it was his brain’s way of telling him what was wrong with him, or maybe it was just a stroke of luck; whatever the case, it certainly served to show the wolf just what was wrong with him, though “wrong” might not be the best word to use in that scenario.
Certainly, Slay wouldn’t call having a knee-length dick “wrong”, nor would he use that descriptor for a pair of balls so stuffed that they actually managed to hang lower still. He had to doublecheck just to confirm that his pants were even there to begin with; it took him an embarrassing amount of time to realize that he hadn’t so much taken them off as merely shuffled what remained of them off his lower body, seeing as his shaft and nuts had already ripped through most of the denim, leaving him there, sitting in front of the steering wheel, staring at himself.
A cock, bigger than any one he’d ever seen before, throbbing, aching, pulsating, vein-covered and slick with pre, along with a pair of cumtanks that, unbeknownst to Slay, had become the epicenter for his transformation. After all, what better place to look for raw matter than the one spot capable of producing countless millions of highly disposable cells every day? It wasn’t as if the wolf was going to use them; he and Miyuki weren’t trying to have kids, so even when there was release, all those sperm cells would just be thrown away, ready to decompose into nothing of substance.
The nanites in his system, however, had other ideas, better ideas: if all that spunk was just going to waste most of the time, they could easily reprocess most of it while keeping enough around that their host could still unleash a powerful climax if need be, then use all that additional matter in order to further improve the wolf’s body, not merely maintain it at an acceptable level. A case of growing beyond their programming, to be certain, but Slay’s physiology was unique enough that the nanites’ hivemind calculated that it could afford to kickstart a hopefully self-sustaining process; hence, why the wolf was stuck there, on the driver’s seat, with both his hands slowly approaching his rod.
He almost didn’t want to touch it, believing that if he did, he’d unleash some form of jizz tsunami that would then require ample amounts of cleaning, and the last thing he wanted was to scrub cum off the seats (or, heaven forbid, from between the seats). But he had to do something; he couldn’t just leave his dick there unattended, not when his libido was rapidly reaching a point where he couldn’t think of anything other than sticking his cock into something, whatever it may be: any random hole, between his legs, or… well, there was that. Honestly, Slay didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it before, what with the main reason for why he’d even sped home that quickly. Miyuki was there, and if there was one thing he could count on, it was her enthusiasm.
Surely, if she saw him burst through the door, naked from the waist down and waving a prick big enough to slap him across the face if he wasn’t careful with it, then she’d be more than happy to throw herself at him and do what had to be done. Not that Slay thought that would be enough; even if he wasn’t aware of what was exactly happening to him, he could tell he was far hornier than usual, enough that a single round would most likely not be enough. It was the middle of the morning and yet he knew that the moment he closed his front door behind him, the two of them were only going to stop when it was dinner time, and that was assuming he was done by then.
With this in mind, the wolf opened the driver’s seat door… and promptly ripped it off its hinges, almost falling onto the ground when he tripped out afterwards. The lack of balance wasn’t even to blame there, but rather the momentum involved; he hadn’t expected the damned door to just fly off along with his hand, and it wasn’t until he stood up fully that he understood why: he’d been so busy staring at his dick that he missed the rest of the changes wrought to him. Granted, they weren’t as visually striking as what he had between his legs; though the nanites had made sure that while Slay received a substantial boost to his strength, this was mostly packed into hyper-dense musculature. Thus, while he didn’t look overtly muscular (yet), rather than simply well-built in an athletic sense, the wolf already had enough muscle mass that every time he put his foot down on the ground, he managed to crack the pavement without even realizing it… and this, this broke him.
This, above all things, finally got through to him, piercing straight through the haze of self-deception and convenient cognitive dissonance, this made him understand what was happening to him: the power, the might, the sense that he was being upgraded even as he thought about it, the notion that the damned nanites weren’t just keeping him stable, they were making him better. And, just as he felt the bottom of his nuts start to scrape against the ground, and the tip of his cock entered his peripheral vision, Slay knew what he had to do: he had to share the bounty. It wasn’t fair that he had all that delicious power all to himself; no, he had to give it to the one person in the world who deserved it even more than he did, to the wonderful, lovely vixen waiting for him at home and presumably wondering what all that noise in the driveway was about.
Really, it was a wonder that the front door was even in one piece by the time Slay got to it; it certainly hung off the hinges once he pulled it open, so much so that part of the wall itself was ripped off along with it, but at least it was still there, unlike the now useless pile of scrap that used to be attached to his car. And when Miyuki looked up, startled by the sudden noise, and saw what (or rather, who) was responsible for it… well, the look on her face made any property damage worth it. Really, why even bother thinking about how much money a new door and plaster cover would cost when the two of them immediately ran towards one another and were already in one another’s arms before they even knew it?
It was automatic, almost animalistic in a sense: they were both horny, they both wanted to get it out of their system, and now the wolf had a way to actually keep up and potentially surpass the bottomless wellspring of sexual energy that was his vixen partner; this much was saying something, given that the vixen was still about twice as tall as he was, and several times his body mass in raw bulk. And all it took was an infusion of nanites gone rogue; honestly, if he’s known, he would’ve undergone the procedure years prior, especially with how much he was still growing. He wondered how he could’ve missed it, especially with Miyuki there to compare himself with, but then again, he did fail to notice how his cock had grown big enough to tear through his pants and that his nuts were so stuffed they smushed against the floor.
It was, thus, only natural that he should be able to see the vixen eye-to-eye without having to get on a large chair, all while still feeling the floor underneath his bare paws… a floor that cracked and smashed apart with every tiny motion on his part, given how dense his body was becoming. For her part, Miyuki didn’t even think to ask what was happening; as far as she was concerned, that was her precious wolf that had inexplicably grown to be about as tall as her, and that was all that really mattered, since now she didn’t have to hold back anymore.
Finally, at long last, she could unleash her full might upon Slay and not have to worry about him snapping his spine or being bent in half. No longer did she have to worry about compressing the poor guy’s neck so badly that it would turn into a spring; she could just heft her bountiful chest and plop her tits directly on top of Slay’s head, granting him the sort of hat that he’d fantasized about for heavens knew how long… only for him to not just take it without any visible difficulty, but then effortlessly lift her bust up from him as he did the absolutely unthinkable: wrap his arms around her and actually pick her up off the floor.
For someone like Miyuki, who was used to being the biggest person in the room regardless of what room it was, who was used to breaking down doorways that weren’t specifically built for people of her immense bulk, the sensation was… novel. As the biggest of the two (or, at least, as the one who’d always been the biggest), she wasn’t the one who was supposed to be carried upwards from the ground, but the one who did the carrying; for the longest time, she had been so large that Slay could hitch a ride on one of her biceps alone, sitting down on her arm like it was absolutely nothing, and that wasn’t even the most well-developed part of her. Hell, the very reason they’d gotten a house together already was precisely because the vixen needed special accommodations to keep from breaking things just by moving around, and yet now she was the one being stared down; it happened so quickly that Miyuki almost began wondering about whether she should demand an explanation, but as soon as she felt Slay’s hands cup her cheeks and bring them into another deep kiss, the vixen’s worries melted away.
As for the wolf himself, he had since become acutely aware of how his transformation was actually proceeding; if he’d been blissfully ignorant of just how heavily his body was changing before, he no longer had this luxury, not after the rumbling of his nuts and the leathery groaning of his cock filled his ears at every waking moment. He could feel the tightness permeating him, not just down below; it was as if his body was being pumped full of not air, but solid mass, with his skin barely capable of holding on as it tried to stretch out to fit over a swelling, burgeoning form. Soon enough, even his hyper-dense musculature wouldn’t be enough to keep him from actually swelling outwards; his muscle mass was still hyper-compacted, that much would never change, but there was an upper limit to how much raw organic matter could be compressed into any given volume, and as soon as that limit was reached, there was really no other way to go but outward.
Worse yet, given that he’d reached his cap, he didn’t even have the luxury of repeating the process; he wasn’t growing into a less dense version of himself, because his mass wasn’t being redistributed. Rather, the nanites in his system were packing on extra musculature, and lacking any additional room, simply chose to start swelling him up in every direction. What used to be a slim but well-built body rapidly turned into something befitting a career bodybuilder: rock-solid abs, pecs that more resembled slabs of rock, arms and legs that thickened to the point where he could feel them rubbing against other parts of himself. His entire form groaned audibly as it was forced to stretch out far beyond capacity, yet never quite reaching a breaking point; really, if anyone had to come up with a comparison, the closest one would be some sort of mass pump: namely, that the wolf looked as if someone had hooked him up to multiple pressure-hoses keeping him full of hard, solid muscle, piling onto his form until he could feel his neck widen from a support strut into an enormous, overbuilt cone shape, right before his head started to sink down into a body that refused to stop growing.
It was power unlike any he’d experienced, and thanks to its source, it was power that he could control; after the initial shock of it wore off, and Slay began openly experimenting with his new abilities, it became evident that the nanites were perfectly suited to adapt his shape and size on the fly depending on what was required of them… or, in the wolf’s case, depending on whatever he wanted them to do. All he needed was to flex a single arm for the bulk on it to start multiplying, the strain caused by the clenching alone being sufficient to trigger the nanoscopic machine’s original purpose: their host’s body needed their help, and what better way than to make it even stronger, adding more mass onto an already enormous limb? And as soon as that was done, well, they couldn’t just keep him asymmetrical; thus, their job afterwards was to make the rest of him just as big, to keep the wolf from experiencing an unfortunate fall thanks to lack of balance.
This was, of course, followed by Slay flexing his other arm, or his entire upper body, kickstarting the process all over again; with the latter gesture in particular, it almost looked as if he was deliberately inflating himself just by hunching and clenching tightly, the sound of it enough to make Miyuki swoon: it was hard to describe, beyond it being tangential to a bwoompf of sorts, mixed in with plentiful creaking as pound after pound of delectably hard flesh was practically glued onto the wolf’s already-immense frame. Before long, Slay felt the top of his head slam against the ceiling while his shoulders touched opposite ends of the hallway the couple were still in, the very house rumbling around them as his body continued to develop so much muscle weight alone that the foundations themselves were beginning to crumble beneath his paws… and yet, this still wasn’t the most impressive part of him, not even by a mile.
For while his main body, the supposed star of the show, was definitely being upgraded to such a ridiculous extent that he’d be the one lifting Miyuki on his biceps within a couple of short minutes, it still paled in comparison to what he was carrying between his legs; indeed, as much as he would’ve loved to keep on smothering his beloved vixen with a pair of arms that grew larger the more force he put behind his cuddling, he couldn’t, because his dick was in the way. How easy it was for him to ignore it again, though mostly due to his being stuck in a rut, in a semi-fugue state where his constant growth had become too much for him to think about anything else; it was almost like it hadn’t been there until he blinked, and suddenly found himself blessed with a package of such stupendous size that it was a wonder he could even stand at all, with all the stimulation he was receiving.
Indeed, as soon as he became aware of it, a switch went off inside his head, a gate being opened that allowed his brain to consciously process the fact that his cock had become so colossal that, on its own, it rivaled the rest of his body from the top of his head to the tip of his claws. It was wider that his torso was, quite the accomplishment given how immense that slab of meat had become, and longer than he was tall, covered in thick, pulsating veins and constantly slick with precum thanks to the overproductive capacity of his cumtanks. He wasn’t even thinking about those; given the sort of pressure he felt coming from the outside, the wolf could only assume they had become something beyond gigantic, but he was looking at his cock, and that was all he could focus on: an enormous, oversized, throbbing pillar of cockmeat that Miyuki had mindlessly thrown herself at, wrapping her whole body around it and delighting in licking its thick, leathery surface, all with a smile on her face that bordered on the downright predatory.
After a short while though, this wouldn’t be enough; at about the same time as the wolf heard the walls begin to buckle outwards from his shoulders pressing against them, the vixen disengaged and stepped back a few feet, before turning around and, well… presenting. It was insane to think that she’d be able to take his full girth, especially after such an immense growth spurt… but who was Slay to say no? His beautiful vixen wanted to get stuffed and he was the one to do it, no one else; thus, it was his duty to do his best, even if he failed to see how he’d be able to get his cock inside his lovely Myuki without turning her into a stretched-out, furry condom.
He was still going to try though, that much was out of the question; and with great effort, and no small amount of moaning and quasi-screaming, he did thrust forward, he did stretch the vixen out, he did make Miyuki beg for more. Inch after inch, and many more considering his dick insisted on growing further the more stimulation he received, the more he bottomed out, the vixen’s body becoming less her own, and more an enormous covering over a cock that insisted on bloating her further. Just the precum alone was enough to make a noticeable dent in her already-stretched form, as if she was nothing but a cum balloon to be filled to Slay’s content… that if, is not for how loudly Miyuki herself was demanding that he go faster, bringing up the question of just who was actually in charge.
A question for later; right then and there, the wolf had to do something about his nuts, which he just then allowed himself to actually pay attention to; and for good measure as well, given that they managed to make his dick look small by comparison. It was a three tier system, one he slowly unlocked the more his awareness of himself grew: first his body in general, vast to the point of absurdity, about the size of a large truck and still growing; then, his shaft, making said body look pitiful by comparison and already being put to use doing what it did best. And finally, his sack, his overproductive cum factories, his overstuffed cumtanks, having already blown through a large section of their home.
Not hyperbole either; those two spheres had broken down a large chunk of the façade and spilled forth into the outside world, and the only reason why the bitter wind wasn’t making itself known was precisely because those two cumtanks had turned into furnaces, courtesy of the nanites within. The self-sustaining reaction had arrived, the critical point reached and then surpassed, with the nanomachines making good use of every ounce of the wolf’s productivity. His nuts were visibly pulsating with each heartbeat, enough so that they didn’t “settle” back; it was a small jump every time, but even one inch being jumped up every other second had a tendency of adding up, especially when, after a point, they were just growing on their own on top of that.
Only then did Slay become aware of two very important things: firstly, that the colossal amounts of spunk that had turned the vixen’s belly into an enormous reservoir with very little effort were not actual seed, but still only pre. And secondly, that the contents of his nuts were something on the magnitude of “too much”, and now that he was aware of them, he had to do something about it.
So he broke.
Slay didn’t know what hit him, nor why he had suddenly turned into little more than an animal in heat, but being slapped in the face with the realization of how stuffed he was left him with very few options besides doing what he did just then: grab Miyuki’s sides and promptly pull on her, tugging the vixen further onto him until she had her back to his front, and her slit firmly glued to his base, while his cock swelled to nearly twice its size. Simultaneously, Slay himself let loose a terrifyingly loud roar, one that would have shaken the house down if it hadn’t coincided with a burst of size, courtesy of his nanites once again; as soon as the sound reverberated from his throat, so too did the rest of his abode shake before his might, shake so harshly that it ended up collapsing in short order.
His body became gargantuan, easily surpassing the thirty-foot height line while very nearly twice as wide, his bulk still stacking upon itself as it multiplied in both quantity and density once again. Every second he grew bigger, and every second his nuts filled and bloated in excess. It felt like he was about to blow, that he couldn’t possibly keep going; there was too much cum, it was too pressurized, he couldn’t get rid of it all… that is, without further changes. No sooner had he come to this conclusion than his balls gurgled loudly enough for the whole damned city to hear, than his cock’s underside bloated as a pressurized stream of cum was finally, at long last, fired through it; soon enough, he would experience climax, an actual orgasm, and soon enough the vixen would be blessed with so much actual spunk that it would make her colossally swollen form look pitifully tiny by comparison. Perhaps, Slay thought to himself just moments before impact, he’d be able to give Miyuki some of his nanites as well, giving her some of his own growth potential.
If so, then they had a long day ahead of them. |
literotica | Title: Meet Me in Big Sur Pt. 03
Tags: anal play, big tits, blow job, couples, cunnilingus, eating pussy, mature women, lesbian, shower sex, waxed pussies
Chapter One:
I am RV'ing in Big Sur, California with my lady friend Karen. We met on a train trip going back east. We spent the night together enjoying each other's company and vowed to meet up again. I mentioned it would be fun to spend time together in Big Sur. The RV Park is owned by a lovely lady named Ginger. She is a child of the 60s and keeps company with another flower child named Audrey. Karen is currently taking a shower after our morning coupling on the sandy beach.
I have been resting comfortably on my queen size bed for the past forty-five minutes. I shed my cargo shorts and lay naked on top waiting for Karen's return. I woke up five minutes ago and am now leisurely stroking my cock as I relive this morning's activity at the beach. I keep the trailer door open to allow the sunshine and warmth of the day to filter in.
Karen steps inside, returning from her shower with only a towel on her head and one wrapped around her body. It struggles to keep her lovely boobs contained as she comes over to check on me. She sees my hand clutching my semi-erect shaft and smiles. Karen releases her grip on the towel around her torso and lets it fall to the floor. Her huge tits sway back and forth as she joins me on the bed. She replaces my hand with hers and gently strokes my shaft. I lengthen to my full seven inches within her grasp.
"Mm, I love to feel your cock harden while I hold you. It's a feeling I'll never get tired of."
I inquire about her shower and ask her about the facility. Karen describes the group shower and how Ginger's parents built the showers to accommodate families living in the commune. She then pauses for several minutes trying to collect her thoughts. Finally, she continues with her story.
"Rob, I need to tell you about the past hour. When I got to the shower building, Audrey was leaving Ginger's office and met me there. She showed me the showers and asked if she could join me."
"Did you agree?"
"I was caught off guard by her question and didn't know how to respond at first. I've never been in that position before. She wanted to know if I had ever been with another woman."
I can feel Karen's hesitation as she explains her whereabouts. I wrap my arm around her to let her know that all is good and that I have no reservation about her actions. Her boobs feel nice pressed into my side, so firm, yet so soft. Feeling her lithe form along my body and her hand around my shaft has my cock erect. I flex my cock to grab her attention and give her time to continue.
"Karen don't fret about anything, we are tight, and I accept you as you are. I think I know where this conversation is headed, and if I'm right, I can't wait to hear the details. Do you feel my cock? It is rock hard for you."
"Thanks Rob, that makes me feel much better. I know I don't need to justify my actions, but you did invite me to join you for the week and we just had the conversation about this week being for us."
"So, tell me Karen, have you been with another woman before?"
"Are you sure you want me to tell you everything?"
Do you feel my hard cock? Of course, I do. I think I may want you on top of me while I listen to your escapades."
"Well yes, as I explained to Audrey, I did have some sexual contact with girls in college. We experimented a lot in the dorms and I remember those times being a lot of fun. Our sexuality was just beginning to emerge. But I haven't been with a woman since then, until today. I hope you don't judge me too harshly."
I roll to my side and press my lips against hers. I slither my tongue into her mouth and run my hands all around her full breasts. I graze her nipples with the back of my hand and they harden instantly. As I roll back, I pull her body over me so that she is lying on top. We continue to kiss and nuzzle each other. I lick her cheeks, her neck and kiss her ear.
I whisper, "Karen, I want to be inside you. I want to feel your hot pussy surround my cock."
She responds with several moans and pushes herself up to a sitting position. We stare into each other eyes.
"So tell me Karen, what happened in the shower?"
"Well Audrey was already topless, and I was admiring her tan boobs. As you know, my tits were on display too. She undressed all the way and I caught sight of the full bush covering her pussy. She stepped into the shower and turned on all the faucets. The shower was filled with hot steamy water and I just followed her in."
Karen grinds her labia along my hard shaft and I feel her wet juice. I tell her to lift and guide my cock between her folds. She complies, and I feel her hot cunt swallow my thick shaft. Karen settles down on me and presses her hips against mine. Our hands meet, and our fingers intertwine as I hold her body in position.
"You feel so good Karen, please continue."
"I was standing in the middle of the shower spray, letting the water wash over me and cleaning the sand off my body. Audrey stared at my body and said she loved my landing strip. She was staring right at my cunt. And then she remarked that she used to have a full Brazilian herself at one time and loved how smooth her lips were and that she was always masturbating."
My cock responds to Karen's story and I am now throbbing inside her. I push my hips up to drill deep into her core. Karen closes her eyes and moans again.
"Ginger talked her into letting her bush grow out and is always eating her pussy. She added that Ginger makes her cum every time."
"Geez Karen, that's so hot. Were you getting turned on?"
"I think so. Out of nowhere, I asked Audrey if she would like to wash my back. She started scrubbing my backside and then the next thing I know, Audrey has her big boobs squished against my back and her arms wrapped around me. She used the soapy washcloth to massage my breasts and nipples before moving down to my smooth pussy lips, washing the sand and grit away. She used soap to lather up my landing strip too.
I was really worked up by this time, so I spun around to face Audrey. I took over and washed her from head to toe. I played with her boobs for the longest time, lifting them and sucking her nipples. I was a possessed woman. My hands roamed freely, and she encouraged me. I created quite a lather in her bush and then fingered her to an orgasm.
"My gawd Karen, that is totally insane."
I grab Karen's tits and play with them as she tells me all about her shower with Audrey. I hold her right breast with both hands and massage the flesh. I pull her close and wrap my lips around her hard-red nipple. I suckle like a baby and press my cock deeper into her cunt. Karen bites her lower lip between her moans and I encourage her to continue her story.
"After Audrey recovered from her climax, she rinsed all of the soap from her body and then dropped to her knees in front of me. She said it was her turn to pleasure me. I was so wound up, I begged her to lick my pussy. I spread my legs and she grabbed my ass to pull me close. She then used her tongue in ways I have never felt before. Her tongue was deep inside and then she started to suck on my clit. That's when I lost it. My legs got wobbly and I was almost sitting on her face. I think I told her to eat my wet pussy. Anyway, I came really, really hard and Audrey had to hold me tight to keep me from falling down on the tile floor."
"Wow Karen, so you had an orgasm right there in the shower with Audrey's face pressed into your pussy?"
"Yes. And then when I was able to stand on my own, she got up and told me she was so happy that I waxed because she's wanted to lick a smooth cunt for a long, long time. She said she loves Ginger's pussy, but there is just so much hair. She said my smooth lips are just wonderful and that you a very lucky man. She hopes you appreciate my sweet adorable pussy."
"Oh Karen, I do appreciate your sweet adorable pussy and I totally appreciate you. I'm sure it wasn't easy to tell me everything you did with Audrey, so thank you for your honesty. But, I do have one problem. My cock feels like it's going to explode. I have this crazy urge to take you from behind. Can we move to the side of the bed and do that?"
"Yes Rob, we can. I'm so horny again and I can't get enough of this big cock."
Karen flexes her pussy before she rolls off me and stands by the bed. I jump off the bed and get behind her. I place my hand on her shoulder and gently nudge her to bend over the bed. She spreads her legs allowing me to take her completely. Her waxed outer lips are pink and puffy, flush with her arousal. Karen's pink inner labia hang down from within her puffy folds. I love sucking them between my lips. I grab her ass cheeks and spread them. Her tight little starfish reveals itself and her inner labia opens like a flower.
My cock is incredibly hard from listening to Karen's shower confession. My glans is purple with desire; my balls hang low. I stroke my length several times squeezing the hard shaft. I grab Karen's ass cheeks again and spread them wide. With one step forward, I press the tip of my cock into her swollen hole. With a second step, I push my entire length deep into her pussy. My hips press into her fleshy, mature buns. Karen grunts.
"Geez, your cock is so big. You fill me up, my pussy is so full. Rob, pound my cunt, I want it hard."
I plant my feet firmly on the floor, grab her wide hips and push deep into her folds. Her hot gash surrounds my throbbing cock. I push and pull back with fast movements. Each time I push hard, I grind my cock deep into her pussy and flatten Karen against the mattress. I hear her gasp each time.
Her juices coat my shaft as I pull out and slide my cock along her ass crease. I move my cock over her little O-ring several times and then push back into her wet inner labia which accepts my seven inches. I push into Karen as she pushes back into me, sliding all the way to the hilt. Her sweet ass cushions my hips; my balls slap against her puffy outer lips. I hold steady and enjoy the moment.
"Your cock feels so good Rob, I think I can cum again. Keep fucking me baby."
I slowly slide in and out and then increase my thrusts, driving Karen closer to another orgasm. It's been quite a day for my sweet lady. One hand grips her left hip while I slide my finger around her anal rim; I love feeling her tight muscle.
She turns her head to look at me, "Your finger feel so good on my rear. Push it in, I want your finger in my ass."
I rub my digit back and forth over her starfish as I fuck her from behind. I push my index finger against the tight rim. My finger slides past her ring and I bury it deep in her backdoor. Karen flexes her ass and traps my finger. Her ass cheeks surround my hand. I resume pumping my cock in and out of her pink labia and can feel the shaft through the thin membrane separating her holes. I rotate my finger in her backside, twisting and pulling as my cock lunges in and out at a steady pace. Karen's anal ring loosens as she gets used to the pressure.
She grunts over and over, "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes"
The double stimulation drives us both closer to orgasm. Her girl juices lubricate my cock and drip down her thighs. I easily slide within her tight folds. I keep my finger buried deep in her backdoor as I increase my thrusts. Karen grips the bed covers and buries her face in the mattress as her climax engulfs her body.
"Rob, I'm coming again. Oh, gawd so soon, I can feel your cock, I can feel your finger. Geez, fuck me baby. Fuck your little shower wench. I promise I'll let you fuck me in the shower this week, maybe every day. I just need to cum now. Arrrgggghhhh. Feels so good."
Karen's legs shake as I hold her in place with one hand on her hip and my finger buried in her asshole. She rides out another orgasm as I plow her into the mattress. Her fourth one today. Karen lays on the bed, totally spent. Her legs are jelly. I rely on the firm mattress to keep her upright and her cunt lined up with my shaft. I pull my finger from her butt and grab her hips with both hands. It's time for me to cum too. I hold her hips tight and pound her pussy. My cock throbs as my balls tighten; a sure sign I'm about to climax.
I thrust three more times as deep as I can go and then pull out. I grab my shaft and stroke my cock quickly, back and forth. I squeeze my shaft with a vice-like grip as I pump.
"Get ready Karen, I'm going to cum on your ass. You are so hot, my little shower minx."
"Yes Rob, cum on my ass, cum on your nasty girl's ass. I want your cum now baby."
I explode and jettison several strands of jizz onto Karen's rear. Rope after rope of semen travels the length of my shaft and splashes onto Karen's wide ass. Some thick goo covers her crease and drips down onto her puckered hole. I feel my cock pulsate as the last of my cum dribbles out. My knees wobble and I nearly black out from the intense climax. Karen's tale of her shower lust with Audrey fires me up and provides a most satisfying orgasm.
"Geez Rob, that's a lot of cum, I can feel it dripping all over my ass. Rub it into my skin, it's my after-shower moisturizer."
I comply with Karen's request and spread my cum around her fleshy cheeks. I massage them and squeeze them which makes Karen purr. I slide my hands deep into her crease and plunge one finger into her tight sphincter again. Karen tightens her bunghole and giggles. Her skin glows as I lean over and plant small kisses all over her backside. My cum provides a sweet-smelling fragrance.
"You're all set my dear, hop on the bed. I think we deserve a long peaceful rest."
I help Karen straighten up and we stretch out on top of the bed. I lay on my back and Karen cuddles up, throwing a leg over me. I stroke her back as I listen to her gentle breathing. I look at the clock by the refrigerator... 3:00. Lots of time to recharge before dinner. The trailer door remains open and a warm breeze circulates inside. I wonder if anyone outside heard our passionate love making. I doubt it as the park is mostly vacant.
Karen whispers, "Rob, I knew this would be a fun week, but I don't know if I can last the whole time. I mean, wow, I just got here this morning at 8:30 and I've already had four orgasms. I thought we'd would have a lot of alone time, just you and me. But already, I've shared you with Audrey and she and I enjoyed our own shower time. And then just now with you. What's next?"
"Well Karen, we can always have a swap with that old couple in the hot tub."
"Oh you! Why I ought to..."
I don't allow her to finish her sentence as I press my lips against hers for a long, sensuous kiss. She wraps her hand around my head to keep us locked in while her tongue invades my mouth. We spend several minutes kissing and hugging one another.
I finally get a chance to breathe, "Wow Karen, are you ready for a fifth orgasm right now."
Karen laughs and tells me no, not right now. We both need some rest. But maybe after dinner, things might heat up again. With that we both drift off to a well-deserved afternoon siesta, naked of course with my hand clutching her perfect breast.
Chapter Two:
Karen and I sleep comfortably for several hours. I'm the first to wake around 5:30 PM and feel pressure on my cock. I look down and see Karen's leg still on top of me with her knee pressing down directly on my erection. I flex my cock a few times and she begins to stir. She opens her eyes and smiles. She is amazingly beautiful, even with mussed-up hair and smudged makeup. Karen senses my thick cock against her knee and presses down on my shaft.
"Look whose ready for more loving. Doesn't this ever go down? Not that I'm complaining."
"Well Karen, I just had a two and a half-hour nap, so I guess he's well rested and raring to go. I think a visit to the spa is in order. But, first we need some dinner to keep us energized. What do you say to barbecue chicken?"
Karen whispers, "Sounds yummy. What can I do for you?"
"Will you prepare the chicken and sauce while I get the charcoal started?"
"Of course, darling."
Karen slides her leg down but replaces it with her hand. She grips my shaft and strokes my cock several times.
"You're not making this any easier on me, you know. Do you want dinner or another orgasm?"
"I choose dinner for now. I know you'll treat me to many more orgasms later. I was just wondering what kind of dreams you were having to get you this hard."
"Well I don't remember my dream, but having a naked sexy lady lying next to me will always affect me this way."
"Is there one particular lady you have in mind?"
"No, just about any naked, sexy lady does it for me."
"Oh, you!"
Karen jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom. I get up and stuff my latest erection into my cargo shorts. Hopefully, it will diminish while I get the charcoal lit. I head out the door to do just that. As I pass the bathroom, I knock on the door.
"Chicken and sauce are in the fridge."
It takes about twenty minutes for the coals to burn bright, so I stroll around the RV Park while I wait. It looks like two other trailers have arrived today. I'm sure Ginger had a busy day. I wonder if we'll see Ginger and Audrey at the hot tub later on.
I walk back to my trailer and look inside. Karen is at the sink peeling the skin off the chicken. She looks so sexy wearing bright Kelly-green shorts and flip-flops. She doesn't notice me staring at her naked tits. They bounce around as she moves about. I step into the trailer and clear my throat.
"Ahem, hello sexy. I see you are sticking to Ginger's rule."
"Hey handsome, do you like what you see? A lady can get used to being topless all day. It feels so liberating."
"Well that's one word for it."
I stop behind Karen and wrap my arms around her. I cup each breast in my hands and lift them up. I massage her massive globes and tweak her nipples. They stiffen to my touch. Karen's hands are busy with the chicken, so she can't swat me away.
"Hey mister, no fair. Keep that up and you might not get dinner tonight."
Karen twists her head and we share a sweet kiss as she finishes her preparation. I take the platter of chicken and head outside. It's cooking time. Five minutes later, Karen walks out the door and down the steps holding a couple of wine coolers. The lady is a natural hostess.
We sit in the camp chairs as the chicken cooks. They'll be ready to turn in twenty minutes. We clink our bottles together and toast the week ahead. Karen's boobs shine in the late-afternoon sun. I ask if she just applied sunscreen and she says yes. She has a matching Kelly-green hat and is wearing her shades. Her total look exudes sex.
We look around the park and see couples milling about the two new RVs that arrived today. I can see them looking in our direction. I wonder what they are thinking?
"Hey Karen, I think you may have an audience. I see people looking in our direction."
"Well I hope Ginger alerted them to the park rules. I'm not covering up the girls, I want to work on my tan."
"You do realize it's after six o'clock and the sun isn't exactly at full strength?"
"Would prefer that I get my sweatshirt and cover up?"
"No way!"
I attend to the chicken while Karen sips her wine cooler. She makes no effort to conceal her tits which suits me just fine. Dinner is just about ready, and I ask Karen if she would like to eat out here on the picnic table or take everything inside the trailer. She opts for inside as the temperature is starting to cool down as evidenced by her cherry red nipples. They are erect little berries just waiting to be sucked.
Karen hands me the platter for the chicken and we head inside. Our neighbors will just have to wait for another glimpse of this fair lady. I'm surprised to see a salad and bowls of strawberries already laid out on the dinner table.
"Karen, everything looks delicious, when did you prepare all the fixings?"
"After I finished removing the skin from the chicken and you removed your hands from my boobs. I found everything we needed in the fridge. Would you like another wine cooler?"
"Yes please."
We sit down to a lovely meal and reminisce about meeting on the train and our wonderful first dinner together. I reminded her how lucky I felt when she first sat down next to me in the Observation car. When I first laid eyes on her and was greeted with the sparkling blue eyes and her off-handed comment about always traveling with paperback books instead of the hardback book I was reading.
"Hey, it was an ice breaker comment. Besides, it worked, don't you think?"
"Well let me see... you make a snarky comment, I invite you to sit down, you invite me to dinner and then to share your bed. And now you are sitting here topless in my trailer. Yes, I think it worked."
"So, my dear Rob, would you care to join me in the hot tub after dinner? I can think of several ways we might enjoy our dessert."
Karen knows exactly how I'll respond to the question. I feel my cock twitch at the thought of us naked in the hot tub. We manage to make it through dinner and clean-up without jumping into bed and fucking our brains out. Karen pulls her sweatshirt out and puts it on. It's the one she wore on the train that reads *Grandmas Are Cool.* Yes, she is.
"So, no walking to the hot tub topless tonight?"
"It's a bit cool out there now. I thought you might enjoy the sweatshirt you first saw me wearing. I fill it out pretty well."
"Yes, you do my dear."
I turn the outside lights on and we leave the trailer, headed for a night that may contain many surprises. Who knows. All I know is that I am escorting the sexiest grandma on earth. I love watching her tits jiggle under the tight confines of her sweatshirt.
We walk down the narrow path to the hot tub, just fifty yards from my trailer. We are surprised to see the same older couple soaking in the tub from earlier this morning. It appears she is wearing the same frumpy bathing suit and the gentleman is still sitting several feet away from her. We introduce ourselves to Ed and Lois. They are RV'ing cross-country from their home in Lincoln, Nebraska. I make a lame comment about *Go Cornhuskers.* Ed gives me a thumbs up and Lois just shakes her head. They tell us they are enjoying one last soak in the hot tub before leaving for San Diego in the morning.
Karen sits on the wooden bench next to the tub. I kick off my flip-flops, sit on the side and dangle my feet in the tub. Lois quickly scoots away from me. I guess she isn't a warm, fuzzy individual. I talk to Ed for a moment and then watch his eyes nearly pop out of their socket. I look over to see that Karen has removed her *Grandmas Are Cool* sweatshirt. Her boobs are sitting high and proud for the world to see. Well, at least Ed noticed. The cool air has her nipples on high-beam poking out a good half inch. I'll never get tired of these tits.
I steal a glance over at Lois and realize she has noticed Karen's appearance also. Her look of disgust speaks volumes. Immediately she motions to Ed that it's time to head back to the camper. Poor Ed just can't catch a break. I wonder if he spied on Audrey this week. Anyway, his pleasure is short lived as the old Nebraskans get out of the tub and walk away without another word. We watch them walk up the path and Ed turns his head to steal one last look. Karen sees him and shakes her boobs back and forth as a fond farewell before Lois yanks him away.
"Karen, you are so bad. Poor Ed doesn't get to enjoy the loveliest boobs in Big Sur."
"Yeah, I know I'm bad. Did you get a glimpse of that bulge in his swim trunks? I wonder if he's going to stick it to old Lois?"
"For some reason, I don't think so. It looks like Lois wears the pants in that family. Now get your fabulous bod down here and let's play while we are alone."
I stand up and drop my shorts. My cock is already semi-erect. Karen whistles as she removes her green shorts. I step down into the hot water and then assist Karen. We hug and press our lips together while standing in the tub. Karen reaches down and grabs my shaft.
She whispers, "You should have shown Lois this fine specimen? Maybe they would have stayed longer?"
"Yeah, or maybe she would have called the cops and had me arrested."
"Hey, cops and perverts. Maybe we can play that game tonight?"
I grab her arm and pull us down into the swirling hot water. We sit side by side as our hands explore each other. I massage her breasts while she strokes my cock. We enjoy the peaceful space and wonderful view of the ocean. The sun is just beginning to set, and our night is just about to heat up.
"Rob, I want to give you a proper blowjob. This morning when Audrey was with us, I couldn't show you everything. Now that we are alone, I want you to experience my whole technique."
Karen has me stand up on the bench and she grabs my cock. She wraps her left hand around my shaft and pumps up and down. She looks at my swollen glans and balls that hang low from the hot water. She cups my ball sack and squeezes.
Karen pulls my sack to her mouth. She alternates sucking my balls while holding my cock upright. After releasing them she licks up my shaft from bottom to top. Karen pulls down on my shaft and swallows me up, sucking on my glans and an inch or more. She jacks me off while sucking on the tip.
"I love your cock, it's just right for me. I'll swallow as much as I can."
"Believe me Karen, you are doing just fine."
Karen has me sit on the edge of the tub, so she can concentrate. I grab a towel and sit with my legs spread wide. She jacks me off and sucks as much of my cock as she can without gagging. She alternates between sucking on my spongy tip and licking up and down my length.
"Cum in my mouth, Rob. I want to taste you again."
Karen wraps her left hand around my shaft and squeezes hard, moving it rapidly back and forth. She uses her right hand to play with my balls and sucks as much of my cock as she can. My climax builds quickly, and Karen draws another orgasm from deep within my balls. I unleash several spurts of cum into her waiting mouth. She blinks and her eyes water as she takes all my jizz. Karen continues to pump my shaft and squeeze down on my balls until I feel faint.
"Oh my god, where did you learn to do that?"
Karen pulls her mouth from my cock while maintaining her tight grip and swallows my load. She swirls her tongue around her lips, tasting my cum as she continues to swallow every bit of it. Finally, she smacks her lips with satisfaction.
"Mmm, you taste great."
Karen pulls me from the edge of the hot tub by my cock. I slip back into the hot water and we embrace. Her tits squish between us and she plants a deep kiss on my lips. I open my mouth and welcome her tongue still coated with my fresh cum.
I sit back, and Karen straddles me. She grinds her pussy into my cock and slides back and forth along my shaft. I feel her puffy folds surround me.
"Rob, are you still hard? You just came in my mouth and you are still swollen."
"I have a confession, I took a Viagra just before dinner. I thought we might be getting crazy in the hot tub and I want to last as long as I can."
"Gawd, I love that. I want you inside me right now. Fuck your hot mama."
Karen lifts and grabs my cock, placing it against her slit. She settles down and takes my whole seven inches in one swoop. I feel the heat of her cunt surround me. Her tits float on the swirling water as we embrace. She wraps her arms around my neck and we kiss passionately. Our tongues press together as Karen continues to grind down.
"You fill me up Rob. I can feel your thick cock throb inside my pussy. Gawd, it feels great."
We move slowly under the water as we enjoy our union. There is no rush as time stands still. We stay connected while our lips mash together. We are in our own little world focused on each other. I stare into Karen's bright blue eyes and she stares back.
"Well, look at you two going at it."
A voice interrupts our trance. Karen and I look up at the same time to see Audrey and Ginger standing by the hot tub. We were so focused on each other, we didn't hear them walk up.
"Don't let us interrupt you, we just came to join you in the hot tub. Carry on."
Audrey makes us laugh as our two new friends undress and prepare to climb in the tub. They are both wearing calico shifts which are easily removed. Audrey and Ginger are naked underneath, which doesn't surprise us. Why bother with bras and panties when the whole idea is to soak in the nude. I saw them last night and Karen saw Audrey this morning, so their nudity is nothing new, although this is Karen's first glimpse of Ginger.
Karen sees Ginger's round alabaster breasts with small red nipples and the full bush between her thighs. Ginger's nipples are already hard from the cool air, as are Audrey's. They hold hands as the help each other down into the hot tub. Ginger settles back onto the seat a few feet away from us and Audrey immediately straddles her. Their boobs squish together as they waste no time in locking lips together. Karen winks at me while we acknowledge their passion.
Ginger breaks their kiss for a moment, "So, it looks like it is just the four of us tonight. I was wondering if our new guests were going to be here. Two couples arrived this afternoon that didn't have reservations. No worries because we have plenty of space this week."
I respond, "The older couple from Nebraska were here earlier, but Karen flashed her boobs and they made a hasty exit. Ed wanted to stay, but his wife would have no part of it."
We all laugh, and Ginger affirms that Lois is a bit of a prude. She told them about her *au natural* policy and Lois seemed very offended. Ed, on the other hand had the biggest grin. Audrey says that she saw Ed walk slowly by her space a few times while she was sunning herself. Once she grabbed her tits and massaged them for his benefit. We all agree that it is probably a good thing it is just the four of us.
Audrey and Ginger resume their groping and kissing. I turn my attention back to Karen. We also kiss and grope one another while my cock stays buried in her pussy. The sky gets darker as the sun dips below the horizon. The single light bulb overhead comes on and casts gentle shadows all around.
Karen practices her kegels and squeezes down on my hard shaft. Her pussy has me in her clutches. Just as I am about to push up and begin fucking Karen, she feels a tap on her shoulder. Audrey is standing next to us with her huge breasts inches from our faces.
She whispers, "Let's change partners."
Karen looks at me and raises her eyebrows. I mouth the words *Is this OK?* She responds with a wink and nod of her head. I think to myself *well she has been with both Audrey and me, perhaps Karen wants to sample Ginger's body too.*
Karen presses her lips to mine with a hard, forceful kiss and stands up. My cock slides out of her cunt and she turns to Audrey to share a gentle kiss. I immediately feel the void as I am no longer encased in Karen's hot flesh.
"Go easy on him, he's had an eventful day."
With that said, Karen walks over to Ginger and straddles her, replacing Audrey's position. Audrey has a wide smile for me as she wraps her body around mine. She presses her firm tits and erect nipples into my chest as she grinds her pussy onto my cock just as Karen had done earlier. I look over to see Ginger and Karen engaged in a passionate kiss.
"I feel a thick hard cock Rob. Is it the one I saw last night and held this morning? I want it buried in my pussy right now. Do you want to be inside my hot wet pussy Rob?"
I cannot resist her advances and succumb to her desires. She grabs my cock and lines it up with her gash just like Karen did. Her big tits are at eye level and I can't resist sucking her pink nipple into my mouth. Audrey settles down on my erection. Her cunt feels as tight as Karen's. The heat emanating from between her thighs has me on fire. I can feel my shaft pulse as she rocks back and forth.
She whispers as she moves, "Your girlfriend over there is really hot. We had fun in the shower today. She has such a sweet pussy, but you know that already. Did she tell you I ate her pussy?"
"She did, she said her orgasm nearly made her faint. And you are correct, I am a very lucky man and I truly appreciate such a sweet, adorable pussy. Karen said she was amazed with your full bush and that she fingered you to a nice climax."
Audrey lifts gripping my shaft between her tight labia and drops down quickly. Water splashes around us as we fuck in the hot tub. My mind replays an old porn film from the 70s, except now I'm in the starring role along with Audrey.
"Fuck, your cock is so hard. It's been a while since I've had a man make love to me. You are good my friend, so good."
"Audrey, your pussy is so tight, as tight as your hand this morning. I'm not going to last much longer. I wish I could, but you are just too sexy for words. The moment I saw your tits yesterday, I knew I had to feel them against my body."
"Suck my nipples and fuck me hard Rob, I want to cum with you."
I latch onto a pink nipple and press my hips up from the bench. I slide my cock up into Audrey. She presses back down as we create a nice rhythm. We slowly fuck each other and climb to our first orgasm together. As we splash about, we watch Karen and Ginger make out.
Ginger whispers, "Audrey told me all about your time in the shower. She said you have the sweetest tasting pussy. I'd love to taste you myself. Stand up and let me eat you."
Karen stands up with her feet on the bench and her cunt level with Ginger's lips. Ginger grabs her ass cheeks and pulls Karen's pussy to her mouth. Ginger takes a tentative lick along Karen's soft, smooth outer lips. It's a new sensation for her. Ginger is used to feasting on Audrey's furry mound. Karen holds on to Ginger's shoulders to keep her balance while her pussy is devoured.
Ginger licks the soft landing strip of pubes and continues to the pink flesh of Karen's inner labia. Ginger laps up the moisture and has her first taste of sweet love juice. She wriggles her tongue in between Karen's pussy lips. The tip of her tongue pushes inside. Karen shivers. Ginger breathes through her nose as pussy juice drips on her chin.
Audrey and I watch Ginger attack Karen's pussy with her tongue, doing her best to bring on a climax. She pushes her tongue deep into Karen, pressing it against her cunt walls and lapping up the juices.
Ginger looks over at us," Geez Rob, her clit is throbbing. I love her pussy. She tastes so sweet."
Ginger returns to licking Karen and uses her fingers to spread the puffy folds. She opens her inner labia and Karen's clitoris comes into view. Ginger licks the hard nub and sucks it between her lips. Karen presses her hips against Ginger's face as her orgasm builds.
My cock continues to throb as I watch Ginger pleasure my lover. I turn my attention back to Audrey and we concentrate on our own impending climax. I pick up the pace and piston my cock into Audrey. Her pussy clamps down on me and I feel her flesh vibrate. We lock our lips together and our tongues push back and forth.
Karen climaxes suddenly, she lets a loud moan and grinds her cunt into Ginger's mouth. Ginger licks the cum covering the pink slit. Karen's legs tremble and shake while her cunt spasms. Audrey and I hear the moans and cries of ecstasy as Karen's orgasm overwhelms her body.
Karen's climax triggers our own passion and I unleash several volleys of cum deep into Audrey's vagina. With each spurt, I drill my shaft deeper and deeper. My body shakes and legs tremble.
"Audrey, I'm cumming baby. Your pussy is so hot. Do you feel my cum?"
"Oh, gawd yes Rob, that's it. I feel your hot seed. Fill me up. I can't hold back any longer. Rob, I'm cumming, I'm fucking cummmiiiinnnngggg. Argh. Yes, yes, yes."
Audrey squeezes her thighs and presses her tits against my chest. She holds me tight and climaxes with me. I feel her inner flesh pulse around my cock. We rock back and forth creating waves in the spa. Water splashes all around us as we grind our sex together and ride our wild, shared orgasm together.
Moments pass before Audrey and I settle down and my cock slips from between her pussy lips. We both draw a deep breath and end with a long, drawn out kiss. As we refocus, we look over to our mates. Karen has slipped back down into the water and they sit side by side with Karen resting her head on Ginger's shoulder. Both ladies look so content.
Audrey and Karen exchange places and I am now back in the arms of my lover. We rest comfortably against one another and contemplate the week ahead. Four bodies and one hot tub might be just the right prescription for the best camping experience ever. |
literotica | Title: Friends Reunited
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Jane waited at the airport security, her heart beating rapidly. Julie's plane had just pulled into the gate and the passengers were already filing past. Sudden, Jane saw the familiar face of her friend from home. As soon as she could, Jane ran to Julie, giving her a warm hug and a gentle kiss, wrapping her tall friend's arm in hers.
"Oh Julie, I'm so glad you came. I've missed you so much!" Jane said, still hugging on Julie's arm. Julie could feel Jane's large breasts against her arm, sending waves of excitement through her body. Jane had been Julie's younger sister's friend in boarding school, but after they had left, she and Julie had become close friends. Through their friendship, they had shared many adventures, conquests and each other. After Jane had married Geoff, she moved to the States while Julie stayed in England and married Martin. They two women had kept in touch, but this was the first time they had spent any length of time together in many years.
"Oh my God, Jane, look at you!" Julie exclaimed, looking at Jane's trimmed body. "I love that outfit. You look so young and sexy, hon." Jane smiled, giving Julie a quick spin. Her tight top laced across her large breasts, revealing ample cleavage, while her skirt, not as short as a 16 year old's was daring for a woman in her mid-twenties. Julie felt a little self conscious in her rather plain blouse and trousers. Julie and Jane had always dressed alike, pushing the boundaries in their younger days, but since being married, Julie had become more reserved and staid. Her husband of five years was the jealous type. Julie was afraid to look too good for fear of getting him upset with her in case another man looked at her. She had confided in Jane that she was a little disappointed in how her life was heading. She loved Martin very much but felt confined in their relationship. She hoped that some time with Jane might rekindle some of her youthful spirit. In just the first 10 minutes, she felt herself relaxing already.
Jane pulled the little blue sports car to the door while Julie waited with her bags. Julie watched as Jane, bubbly and so full of life, took the two bags from her friend.
"What a lovely car, Jane," she said, admiring the Porsche Boxster. She then saw Jane lifting the front and rear hoods. "Where's the engine?"
Jane laughed, "I'm not too sure. I think its here," pointing to just behind the seats. "Its Geoff's car. I wanted to have it today. Its such a beautiful day, I thought you would like it." Julie smiled, nodding her head. Once the two bags were in the car, Jane sped away, weaving in and out of the slower moving airport traffic. Julie looked at her friend, at home in her new home. Julie felt herself becoming slightly wet as she glanced at Jane's lap, her skirt barely covering her shapely thighs. The wind blew threw Julie's hair, blowing away the cares and worries she had left back home.
On the drive, Julie watched as the houses changed from small homes, typical in size to ones in England to larger, estates, with huge lawns, old trees and long driveways. Once in Jane's neighbourhood, the homes weren't quite as large but were still bigger than most back in England. Jane explained that unlike England, the US had an incredible amount of land, so everything really was bigger here.
"Everything?" Julie asked mischievously. Jane giggled, nodding her head. Jane pulled into the garage of a two story Georgian home. Once inside, Julie looked at the beautifully decorated house. In England, she and her husband were pretty successful but no one they knew lived in a neighbourhood like this, with so much land and house to take care of. Jane could tell that Julie felt a little uneasy. She took her friend's arm in hers, kissing her gently on the cheek.
"I know it's different from back home, Julie. It took me a long time to get accustomed to it," Jane said warmly to her friend. Jane looked into Julie's eyes, her hand sliding down to hold hers. They stood there for a moment in silence, before Jane interrupted. "I'm sure you're tired from the flight. Why don't you change into your bathing suit and let's lie out by the pool? I'll get us a pitcher of drinks and we'll just relax and catch up," Jane said, smiling.
Julie's eyes widened, "I forgot my suit, damn it," she said.
Jane just smiled, "You can just wear one of mine, baby." Julie smiled, feeling herself becoming at ease with her friend. It had been a long time since she had heard Jane call her that. It brought back a rush of memories, delightful memories that had been pushed to the back of her mind. She followed Jane upstairs, into the large master bedroom. Jane led her to a closet and to a shelf filled with many bathing suits."
How many do you have, Jane?" Julie asked, amazed at the different styles.
Jane giggled, "Since we have a pool and we entertain here a lot, I just HAVE to have a new suit for each party." Julie laughed, remembering that Jane had always been one to dress appropriately. Jane pulled a two piece out, handing it to Julie. "Here baby, put this on and I'll meet you by the pool." Jane, being several inches shorter than the 5'8 Julie, tiptoed and kissed her gently on the lips, then turned and hurried down to the kitchen.
Julie opened the large French doors to the back yard, walking to the pool. Jane was still in the kitchen, mixing a batch of Margaritas in a large pitcher. Julie felt a little uneasy in the bathing suit. The bottom barely covered her rear. Not that she had a large bum, in fact, she was often complemented on it. But the bathing suit was just that small. She could not imagine Jane wearing the top, either. Even though Jane had larger breasts than she did, Julie felt as though she was about to fall out. But the shape of the cups held her firm and even as she walked down the stairs, her breasts bounced but stayed in the cups.
Julie laid a towel on a chaise and lay in the chair, feeling the warm spring sun on her body. A few minutes later, Jane walked out, carrying a tray and two large glasses. Julie watched as her dear friend came closer, taking in her vibrant figure and spirit. Jane had on an even smaller bathing suit, her large 38DD breasts barely supported by the thin straps and small cups. Her thong bottom was less than 2" wide across her mound.
"Oh my, Jane... what do you have on?" Julie said, almost choking on her words. Jane, giggles, spinning for her, wiggled her firm, round bum at her friend.
"Do you like it, hon? I just bought it last week, just for you. Geoff and I are planning a pool party this weekend in your honour," Jane said as she sat the tray on the table next to Julie. "If you want, you can wear it."
Julie laughed, shaking her head. "I could never wear anything like that. I would be too embarrassed," Julie answered, realizing that she may have hurt Jane's feeling. "I mean, I love it, it looks great on you, it really does. But I've become more modest the past few years. I don't dress like I once did." Jane could hear a touch of sadness in Julie's voice. Julie used to be as wild as Jane. She dressed very sexily and loved to tease the men around her. Since marrying though, she had become more demure and cautious. Jane decided that it was her duty to bring her old friend back.
"Nonsense, Julie. You can wear this easily, or anything I have. Later this week, we'll go through my clothes and you can try some on, maybe even get you a new wardrobe for Martin, put some spice back into your life," Jane said, sitting on the chaise with Julie. They were already almost through with their second large glass and the tequila was having its desired effect.
Jane reached for a bottle of sun-screen, "Julie, you will definitely need this. You aren't use to this Southern sun and we don't want you to burn on the first day," Jane said as she rubbed some lotion on her hands. Julie turned onto her back, feeling Jane's hands rub the cool lotion onto her back and shoulders. Jane sat to her side, her hips against Julie's. Jane massaged her friend's shoulders, spreading the lotion across her body. Julie moaned softly, being seduced by the tequila, sun and her friend's fingers. Jane slid her fingers along Julie's sides, her fingertips brushing against Julie's mashed breasts. Julie bit her lower lip, her breathing deepening. It had been a long time since she had been with another woman, only a couple of times in the past six years, and only once since she had been married. Martin didn't know of her sexual longings and she felt that he would be upset to know that she was bisexual.
"You're very fair, baby, so you have to be very careful about the sun," Jane said softly, her hands caressing Julie's back. "You don't need any tan lines on your back, either," she added cheekily.
Jane unhooked the back strap, letting the ends fall to the side. Julie began to feel her pussy becoming wet again, her hips pressing against the chaise. Jane continued rubbing the lotion on to her body, her fingertips rubbing harder against the sides of Julie's breasts. Jane worked down her friend's back, to just above Julie's still beautiful arse. Sliding her hand over the round cheeks, Jane spread the lotion down Julie's thighs and legs. Julie began to feel that feeling she thought she had lost, passion, desire. Jane worked her way back up Julie's legs, her hands brushing against her pussy from behind. Julie jumped slightly, then pressed her arse back against Jane's hands, increasing the pressure on her lips. Julie rocked her hips slowly against Jane's hands, feeling them rubbing against her cheeks.
"Ooohhh God, Jane... do you know what you're doing to me?" Julie moaned, her face buried in the towel.
Jane smiled sweetly. "I know exactly what I'm doing, baby," she replied, leaning over, kissing Julie tenderly on her back. Julie sank deeper into the chaise, her body trembling like it had once done when they were both younger. Jane let her breasts rub against Julie's back as she slid her hands down her body, caressing her firm cheeks. "Mmmmmmmmmmm, you still have a beautiful bum, baby, just as I remember it," Jane cooed, her fingers sliding between her legs, along her folds. Julie moaned louder, her hips beginning to thrust harder against Jane's hand.
"Oh God, Jane, its been so long since I've been with someone other than Martin, even a woman," Julie moaned softly. "It feels so good."
Jane pulled the bathing suit bottom to the side, letting her fingers tease her friend's wet lips. Julie thrust her hips against the intruding fingers, wanting to feel them inside her. Jane teased her more, letting her fingers just probe slightly into Julie's wet tunnel. Julie could take no more. She shoved her backside back against Jane's fingers, driving them into her wanting pussy. She cried out as she felt the long fingers fill her pussy. "Ooohh God, Jane... yyessss, yesssssss," she cried, thrusting her hips back against the fingers.
Jane increased her tempo, finger fucking her friend's soaking wet pussy. She slid her free hand under Julie, cupping her large breasts. She squeezed the soft flesh, her fingers digging into her friends tits. Julie felt her body shaking, trembling as the first of many orgasms exploded deep inside her. She came hard, her juices squirting out onto Jane's hand. Julie kept thrusting her hips back against Jane's hand, feeling her friend's fingers probing deep inside her.
"Oh fuck, baby, I can't believe I came so quickly,' Julie sighed, rocking her body against Jane's fingers as she sank into the chaise, trying to catch her breath. She turned around on to her back, looking up at her friend, smiling lovingly. Reaching up, Julie pulled Jane to her, unhooking her top at the same time. Jane came willingly, letting her top fall to the ground.
The two women kissed each other passionately for the first time in many, many years, their tongues exploring their mouths as if for the first time. Julie felt her nipples harder against Jane's breasts, sending waves of excitement throughout her body. They held each other tightly, savouring their time together at last. Jane slipped her thigh between Julie's legs, rubbing up and down against her wet pussy. Their kiss became more passionate, as the two friends began to make up for lost time.
"Jane, luv, I have missed you so much. I've missed all of this," Julie said softly, her heart pounding inside her chest.
Jane smiled at her, stroking her hair from her face. "Baby, you're in for a treat these next two weeks," Jane said seductively. She cupped Julie's breasts, burying her face between her luscious 36D's globes. Julie moaned loudly, holding Jane's head to her chest. Jane sucked Julie's hard nipples into her mouth, rolling the sensitive buds between her teeth. Julie cried out, her hips rocking against Jane's pressing thigh. Julie loved having her tits sucked and groped, the sensations shot through her body like a rocket. She felt another orgasm building inside her already. Jane slid further down her belly until she reached her trimmed tuff of soft hair. Julie moaned, her pussy aching for Jane's talented tongue.
"Oooohhhhh fffuuuucccckkk, Jane... eat me, please... It's been so long... yeeesssssss!" She cried out as Jane first teased her lips, then plunged her tongue deep into her soaking wet pussy. Julie grabbed her lover's head, holding it tight to her thrusting cunt, her body writhing with pleasure. Jane sucked the folds between her teeth, tugging at them gently, driving Julie even wilder with passion.
"Ooohhhhhh... eat me Jane, eat my fucking pussy!!!" Julie moaned, surprised by her lack of restraint and crudeness. Julie felt herself letting go, letting go of the confines of her life. Her hips rocked back and forth, fucking Jane's wonderful mouth. She grabbed her tits, mashing, kneading her flesh hard as the orgasm came to a climax. "Oooooohhhhhh God..." She cried, her hips thrashing against Jane's mouth. Jane grabbed Julie's bum, pulling the gushing cunt hard to her mouth, taking all Julie had to offer. Julie came hard, her juices exploding out, as if her dam had finally burst. She filled Jane's mouth with her sweet cum as her body shook uncontrollably. Jane held her tight, grinding her face against Julie's wet cunt, licking and sucking her hot juices. Julie fell back in the chaise, her heart racing. She closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful tongue work its magic on her once more, as it had done so many times in the past.
Julie's hands groped her tits, toying with her nipples as she let wave after wave of orgasms explode like firecrackers in her pussy and body. Jane slowed her tonguing, kissing and sucking Julie clean while Julie just lay in the chaise, her eyes shut tight as the orgasms began to subside. Jane kissed her way up, cuddling her friend, lying there quietly.
"That was incredible," a voice said a few moments later. Julie bolted up, startled, covering her tits with her arms.
"Hi baby," Jane said, smiling as the stranger walked closer. "Baby, this is Julie, whom I told you about. Julie, this is my husband, Geoff." Julie looked at the tall, older man. He was slender and looked to be in shape with a head full of curly hair. The only concession to his age was a touch of grey on his sideburns. Julie sat there, still covering herself.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" he said, "If you want, I can go back inside." Julie didn't know what to say or feel. A stranger had just watched her with another woman, something she normally would not have done, at least in the past five years. Jane, always the one to take charge, broke the awkward silence.
"Oh no, baby, stay please," She said, smiling coyly, "after eating Julie's sweet pussy I need a little cock to satisfy my hunger." Geoff smiled, walking over to his young wife. Julie just sat there, stunned, not sure what to do. Jane untied his scrubs, letting them fall to the ground. She pulled his cock out, stroking it gently, letting the head rub against her face. She moaned softly, turning to her friend. "Doesn't he have a beautiful cock, Julie?" she asked, flicking her tongue over the bulbous head. "You know I have had a lot of cocks, but his is one of the loveliest I've ever seen." Jane smiled at Julie, then took Geoff's cock deep into her mouth, her head bobbing back and forth along the hard shaft.
Julie watched in amazement as Jane sucked her husband right in front of her. Geoff moaned softly, his hips thrusting back and forth slowly. Julie watched as the thick cock slid easily into Jane's mouth, the same mouth that had just given her so much pleasure. Jane looked over at Julie, sucking as much for her as for Geoff.
"Oh, how thoughtless of me," Jane said, looking at Julie, "You're my guest and you should have the first piece." Jane looked at Julie, smiling, stroking her husband's hard cock in her fingers. Julie sat there stunned. She couldn't believe that Jane was offering her husband to her. "C'mon baby, I know you want a taste, don't you?" Jane asked.
Julie sat there a moment, looking at the thick hard cock just a few feet away. She nodded her head, remembering the times they'd shared boyfriends when they were younger, scooting down the chaise next to Jane. She took the throbbing cock in her fingers, studying it. It was the first cock she had seen in seven years other than her husband's. Jane caressed her back, kissing the back of her neck for encouragement. "Go on, baby, taste him, you know you want to."
Julie knew that Jane was right, she did want to taste him, to suck his cock like she used to just a few years back. Jane looked up at Geoff, "Julie is a great cocksucker, almost as good as me," Jane smiled. Julie did used to love sucking cocks, but it had been a long time since she had been with someone other than her husband, and sucking for him was just a small part of an all too brief foreplay.
Julie stroked the cock slowly, feeling the hardness in her fingers. Her mouth began to water, imagining the thick piece of meat sliding into her mouth. She looked at Jane, who smiled, nodding her head. Julie closed her eyes for a moment, making one of the most important decisions of her life. She opened her eyes, flicking her tongue over the thick head. She could taste his pre-cum, brought forth by Jane's earlier sucking. Julie let her tongue slide over the tip, tasting what she could of his ooze. She let the bit of cum flow over her tongue, tasting another man for the first time in too many years. And she loved it. She opened her mouth, engulfing his cock whole, her head bobbing back and forth along the thick, long shaft. Geoff was just a little longer than Martin, but much thicker. Julie felt Geoff's cock throbbing against her throat, jerking in her mouth. She grabbed his arse, pulling him deeper into her hungry mouth. Julie felt her heart pounding against her chest: She was sure Jane could hear it beating.
"Suck him, baby, suck my hubby's cock!" Jane cried, encouraging her on. Jane slipped two fingers into her wet cunt, her hips bucking against her hand. Jane felt her juices dripping down her thighs, turning her on even more. She leaned against Julie, rubbing her firm tits against the back of her friend's head.
Geoff moaned loudly as Julie increased her pace, then slowed, prolonging his pleasure. Julie felt like she had at university, young and alive. Sucking Geoff's cock... no, another man's cock, took her back to her wild, youthful days. Julie, kneeling in front of Geoff, felt Jane's hand sliding down her back, over her bum. She moaned as Jane slid her fingers into her open pussy, finger fucking her as She sucked her friend's husband's cock. She could not believe this was happening. Jane plunged her fingers deep into her again and again, bringing her to the edge of another orgasm. How many, she couldn't remember.
Julie's body began shaking, then tensed up as the massive orgasm exploded, showering Jane's hand with her hot cum. Julie's mind went numb, letting the hard cock slip from her lips. She rubbed the thick head over her face, smearing her saliva and his ooze on her lips and cheeks. Julie came again and again as Jane kept finger fucking her aching cunt. Julie fell back, grabbing her tits, Jane's fingers still tearing at her cunt.
"Ooohhh ffuuuccckkk, oh fuck, oh fuck!!!" Julie screamed, her fingers digging into her tit flesh. "Ooohhh God, oh..." Her body jerked and shuddered as series of orgasms erupted deep inside her. "Fuck me, Geoff... oh please, fuck me!" She pleaded, rubbing her clit as She looked up at her new lover. Geoff slid on to the ground, kneeling between her legs. Reaching under her arse, Geoff lifted her off the ground, plunging his cock into her sopping cunt. Julie screamed as the thick cock stabbed deep into her, his fingers squeezing her cheeks. Julie lay there, her mouth agape, unable to move, just allowing her body to be fucked by this stranger. Geoff rammed his cock in and out of her cunt, feeling it squeezing around his thick shaft.
Jane lay next to her friend, enjoying the pleasure that she and her husband was giving her. She watched her husband's cock tear into her friend's pussy, splattering her juices everywhere.
Jane slid her hand down Julie's shaking body and began rubbing her clit as Geoff rammed his cock in and out of her. Julie lost control of her senses. Her body squirmed and twisted on the ground as orgasm after orgasm tore through her body. Jane slid her tongue over her hard nipples, burying her face between Julie's beautiful round tits. Julie grabbed Jane's head, holding her mouth to her tits. Julie wanted to scream with pleasure but couldn't, all that came out was a soft squeal. She felt Geoff's cock throbbing inside her, stretching her as never before. She grabbed the grass, her fingers trying to dig into the ground as a massive orgasm shot through her body, spraying her cum from her pussy like a fire hose. She fell back on to the ground, trying to catch her breath, her tits rising and falling with each breath.
Geoff felt his cock about to explode. He had held back as long as he could. He pulled out of her tight cunt, aiming his cock at the two beautiful women's faces. Kneeling on the other side of Julie, Jane and her opened their mouths, waiting for their reward. Jane sucked him quickly, tasting her friend's cum on his cock. Geoff waited until Jane pulled away, then let loose his load. His cum flew through the air, landing on the girl's faces, their mouths reaching for the thick, salty cream. Geoff moaned as he shot several streams of his seed, covering their faces and tits.
Julie leaned up, sucking Geoff's cock clean, then turned to Jane, smiling at her friend. Jane stroked her hair, then kissed Julie deeply, her hands caressing her tits, smearing the warm cum into her flesh. Their tongues danced together, sharing the sweet flavours of their mouths.
"Oh God, Jane, that was incredible," Julie said softly, holding Jane to her trembling body. Jane cooed, rubbing her nose against Julie's face and neck. "I can't believe I did that... I can't believe it felt like that," She said, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
Jane smiled and kissed her friend. "Just like old times eh?" she asked coyly. Julie nodded then looked up at Geoff, extending her hand. Geoff took her hand, lying down next to her on the cool, soft grass.
Jane and Geoff sandwiched their guest, caressing her still shaking body. Julie laid her head on Geoff, feeling the warmth of her two friends, her two lovers.
The three of them rested quietly on the ground, letting Julie revel in her new experience. After a while, Jane leaned up, her breasts pressed against Julie's body. "Julie, we have so much planned for the next two weeks for you," she said, smiling. Julie closed her eyes, knowing that if it were even half as wonderful as this first afternoon had been, then she was going to have the best two weeks of her life. |
nifty | This story involves `adult' subject matter between twin brothers and one of their friends ... so I guess that means you're not supposed to read this if you're under 18; but really if you are younger than that, I can't stop you. Just Don't Get Caught!
This is more-or-less a true story; I just changed a few key facts around. Send me your thoughts and comments: Anton.Eckhoff@googlemail.com
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I love living in Newport Beach; but to be perfectly honest with you: it's not really like the show `The O.C.' Well, I guess that is not entirely true: it is a bit. The first time I tried parallel parking was between a Ferrari and a BMW. I was terrified; but seeing those kinds of cars is pretty commonplace here. It's funny, when my cousins come to visit they are always looking around, aghast at the vast number of Mercedes, Lexus(es?) (I'm actually not sure what the plural form of Lexus is, which I guess is a bit queer because they always seem to come in pairs). Anyway, that is neither here nor there. I am writing this to tell you about what happened last summer, when I was 16-years-old. But before I do, I should probably describe myself. I am about 5'9" and weigh 140 pounds. I am pretty trim because I play soccer at my school. I wouldn't say I have the greatest body in the world, I don't really like working out so I don't have a defined 6-pack or anything; but I do have pretty big pecs from doing loads of push-up and pull-up at training. I have fairly long brown hair (which my girlfriends say I must straighten because there is no way it could be like it is otherwise; but I can assure you I don't do anything like that) and I have dark brown eyes.
I live in a house on the beach and it's brilliant. I spend my whole summer surfing in the mornings and working in a beach shop during the days. At night, my mates and I usually have bond-fire and roast hotdogs. Our neighbours leave for the summer months so they can hire-out their house at exorbitant prices to rich holidaymakers who don't want to stay in hotels. They make a mint; it's amazing how much people will pay to spend a week in Newport.
There are all sorts of people who stay next door in one week increments. My bedroom is ideally located to see into the neighbour's house which, conveniently, has loads of large windows strategically scattered about the place. The thing you have to understand is that beach houses are really close together and from my vantage point, I can see into the bedroom across the way and into the living room. It's brilliant for spying; but don't get the wrong idea. This is not a rear-window situation. I don't look in on people with my binoculars. It's just if I happen to casually glance over and see something worth looking at, I watch. It's like having a real-life soap opera to tune into.
The family that came to stay on the first Friday in August seemed nice enough and had twins who looked about 17-years-old. They were absolutely beautiful. It was amazing. I saw them bringing in their stuff when they arrived and I couldn't take my eyes off of them. They were absolutely identical, which was odd because usually you can tell twins apart if you look close enough. Their hair was a sort of sandy blonde and their shirts hung loosely over taught muscles. They had vivid and alert eyes that danced across their faces and their irises were a piercing pale blue. I don't really know if `pale blue' is quite the right way to describe them, really. They were more the way I would imagine an electric current looking, if you could see one -- like a sharp and crisp piece of ice might be more accurate. They were radiant.
I was elated to see that the two of them took the bedroom opposite mine, which was a bit surprising because it only had one king-size bed in it. I suppose it was not much for twins to share a bed, they had once shared a womb. I remember thinking: `ha, they are going to be womb-mates' and marvelling at the depths to which my lame sense of humour was capable of sinking to. It is a wonder I have any friends who are nice enough tolerate me and my ridiculous word-play.
Anyway, I crouched at the coroner of my window and watched as the two unpacked their things. They were clearly in high sprits as they fought over who got which drawer and it quickly turned into fight wherein they pelted each other with their socks and underwear like they were snowballs. After the barrage subsided, one clearly claiming victory by forcing the other into a formidable headlock, they put their things away and changed into beachwear. As they stripped off their shirts, my heart fluttered. Both had deep grooves that seemed to be chiselled into their pale chests. I had never seen abs so deep or well-defined. It looked like if you were to hold a hose over their toned bodies the trickles of water would all follow the indentations of their chest muscles like river carving its way to the sea. I wouldn't say that either looks particularly buff, so the two must have been swimmers.
Their bodies were in perfect proportion. If they had been born 800 years ago, they would have been models -- their beauty and youth forever preserved in cold marble, sculpted by the hands of the masters.
Their cocks seemed to dance with each lithe movement. Oddly enough, one seemed to be circumcised whist the other was not. Well, I suppose it would not have been so difficult to tell them apart after all.
Their pubic bush was the same golden colour as their hair and looked like a lion's mane. It was course and thick, but the rest of their bodies appeared to be smooth and clean, perhaps coated in a fine blonde hair too difficult to distinguish from this distance.
Naturally, neither was erect so it was impossible to estimate size, but their certainly had me aroused to my full 7 inches. As the two dressed, I felt my nibble fingers feel their way to my rod and gently squeezing at my purple helmet. The two left, playing silly buggers, with towels draped across their broad shoulders.
My throbbing erection had not yet subsided before I dashed to my wardrobe to put on my own board shorts, and I hurried out the door, grabbing my skimboard and followed the family to the beach, which was just a few houses down from ours.
I kept my distance as I watched the family of four stake-out a place on the crowded beach. I laid my own towel close by -- so as to continue my observation of the pair. Now, don't misinterpret my actions: I am not purely a creepy stalker. I just like people and I fully intended to meet the two Adonis(es?) (again, not sure what the plural of Adonis would be, but you follow my meaning). I am a pretty good surfer and teenagers who come on holiday are always eager to learn how to surf, and I am always willing to lend my services. Now, I really hope you are not thinking I am a twat who gets his jollies exchanging surf lessons for blowies -- I really just like meeting new people and spending time with them. If they just happen to be fetching and provide me with some images for my mental wank-bank then so be it.
I was intrigued by these twins. The only other twins I knew were my younger cousins. It was amazing to see these twins who looked so similar, but the more I observed them, the more I could tell them apart. They moved differently and one seemed to have a more domineering personality whist the other seemed more passive and happy-go-lucky. Not that I meant either in a negative way, they just had different personalities -- as one would expect; they are different people after all.
The twins took off for the water and I followed them at a leisurely pace. It was clear that they were intent on body surfing, which was quite alright by me.
It was clear they had been to the coast before, because they swam out to a good spot to wait for a wave. Thankfully, it was in-between sets and the water was still. They talked as I swam out to them. I was about 3 metres away, and just treading water by myself for about 5 minutes until I got closer, honing in on them like a shark; but obviously I was more interested in making friends then I was in eating them. After another 5 or so minutes of being in their presence, I made my move.
`How have the waves been today?' I asked.
`Don't know, we just got here.' One of them said in an accent I couldn't place.
`Oh, well, there is meant to be a big swell coming in so I am hoping it should be good. I just got off work and came out. You guys live here?'
`No, we are on holiday the other said. But we are staying up the street.'
`Cool,' I said, `I'm just on 17th street. Where are you, then?'
`Um, I don't really remember,' the one said was a cute smile stretching across his lips. The twins were obviously really nice and social guys.
`It's um, that one,' the other said pointing to 17th street.'
`Oh, that's random, that's where I live too. Mine is the yellow one. 1998'
`You're kidding; I think we might be neighbours.'
`That's really funny,' I said even though it wasn't really that funny, `I'm Will.'
`Nice to meet you, Will, I'm Erik and he's Anton.'
Just then I saw a wave just about to break.
`Excuse me for a second,' I said as I swam with the wave and caught it perfectly. It wasn't a great wave so both the twins both missed it. This was going perfectly, I was playing the part of the `cool' local and I knew that they would want to get to know me better.
After I rode the wave into the shore I swam out to the twins.
`Sorry about that,' I said jocularly, `but when you see a break you got to take it; right?'
The twins laughed in agreement and I caught the next wave as well, which again passed the two of them by. Again, I swam back to them.
`Wow, mate, you are quite good,' Anton said.
`It just takes practise,' I said.
The three of us kept talking and catching waves, I gave them a few pointers. Erik was much better than Anton and I could tell he was getting frustrated.
`Hey, I think I am going to call it a day. Maybe I will do better in the morning,' Anton said.
`No, come on mate, I don't want to go back yet and you know mum won't let me stay out here on my own.'
I decided to interject and asked Anton if he had ever tried skimboarding. He said he hadn't and I told him he could try it out on my board. The three of us headed in and I went off to get my board, which I had hidden under my towel. As I walked back to the family I heard the twins telling their parents about this cool guy they had just met and I beamed as I walked over to them carrying the small wooden board under my arm.
The twins hadn't dried off and the water on their taught skin seemed to glisten in the hot summer sun. Their legs flexed and striated to support them on the uneven surface and rippled from the effort. Their board shorts clung tightly to their thighs and it made their legs look like straight trees. It was amazing how beautifully angular their bodies were. Each muscle was perfectly defined and their sweet accent made the words that formed on their lips feel like warm honey in my ears.
They introduced me to their parents and the three of us made our way back to the water. We stopped at the shoreline and I showed Anton how to use the skimboard. I throw it on the wet sand and ran after it -- jumping on it when I was close enough and went skimming into the waves before jumping off. Anton's eyes went wide.
`It's all yours,' I said and stood back watching as the strong muscles of his arms throw out the board and his beautiful legs propelled him forward with the grace and dignity of a swan. I loved the way all of the muscles in his body seemed to work in perfect tandem. He jumped off and a broad smile crossed his lips, showing his white teeth. I had never seen anyone take to skimming to quickly.
`That was brilliant!' Anton screamed.
`I think you've made a friend for life,' Erik said laughing.
`I'm glad to hear it,' I said echoing Erik's laugh, `but if something happens to it, I'm afraid I am going to have to break every bone in your body. BFF or not.'
Anton promised to be careful and I wasn't really worried, there was really nothing he could do to it. I mean, it was a piece of polished wood, what could possibly happen? Happily Erik and I swam off into the breaking waves leaving Anton behind to revel in the skimboard.
Anton and I had a brilliant time body surfing before we headed back in. We had to practically carry Anton back in kicking and screaming. He said he had never had more fun in his life. I told Anton he could hold onto my board, mostly because I thought I would have to pry it from his fingers otherwise and I promised to meet the two of them back at the beach the next morning so I could teach Erik how to surf on a proper surfboard. I offered to teach Anton as well; but he said that he would prefer to perfect, what he called `his ninja techniques on the skimmboard.' I laughed and said that next we would be using his Sega to tell the future; but he didn't get the reference and just gave me a strange look as the two of them walked off to join their parents.
`Meet at my place at 7.00 tomorrow, Erik,' I said, `I'll teach you how to use my surfboard; and it's going to start with you carrying it.'
`I can't wait,' he called over his shoulder laughing.
Anton turned around, still clutching my skimboard to his chiselled chest and thanked me again for letting me use it. I smiled and waved back.
* * *
I couldn't help but look into their window that night; it was directly across from mine after all. I really don't think you can fault me for that. Okay, well, I should probably admit that I did take my tea in my room with my eyes locked on the window looking into their room -- so I suppose I can be slightly slighted for that.
I watched as Erik and Anton got undressed and ready for bed. I don't know what I thought I would see. They played silly buggers -- wasting time and having fun before finally getting into the large bed together. What took my breath away was the fact that neither could be bothered to dress for bed. Both beautiful boys slept in the nude --which did seem a bit odd considering they were sharing the bed. I guess it really shouldn't be, if you think about it. It's not as if they didn't know what the other looked liked naked -- the house was full of mirrors.
The two lay in bed and the soft linen sheets were gently draped across their muscular bodies. I watched as their chests gently rose and fell in accordance with their measured breath. But then I noticed something. There was a strange rustling under the sheet, it looked like they were rubbing each other's cocks under the covers -- but it couldn't be.
A cheeky smile crossed Anton's lips and slowly the sheet descended exposing the defined torsos of the two boys. They were lying on their backs, one hand grasping the cock of the other. Slowly their hands moved up and down the other's thick shaft. From my vantage point, it looked even as if the bulging veins that ran the length of their shafts were the same.
Skilfully, they moved their hands up and down the shafts, which the lubricated by spitting into their hands; but the saliva might not have been necessary as what looked like a river of clear pre-cum began to flow freely from their helmets. The fluid ran down the length of their shafts and was rubbed into the skin by their strong hands which moved slowly and purposefully up and down the cocks. Everything they did, they did in perfect symmetry. Whenever one would change his grip, so too would the other. In some ways it must have felt like they were stroking their own cocks -- only it was different. I remembered something my cousins, the twins, told me: being a twin is like being more than one person; but less than two. Looking at Erik and Anton made me realise how true that must have been as each worked the cock of the over boy in exactly the same way that his own cock was being stimulated.
For my part, my trousers were around my ankles and I was furiously stroking my cock which was dripping pre-cum onto the floor. I watched as four round bollocks bounced in perfect unison across the way. I could see that the two were in the thralls of passion -- this was more than a simple mutual wank between two people. Their lips snarled and I could almost hear their silent moans. Their hips rocked up and down and the lean muscles of their torsos flexed and contracted with each movement. Their abs became ever more defined and ridged as their breathing quickened. It was clear that their climax was imminent. I could see their toes curl under the light linen and with a collective moan, they shoot volley after volley of hot cum onto their chests. The last amounts of their hot spunk seemed to dribble out the tips of their cock and ran down their hands. At the same time they both turned their heads and looked into the other's eyes and smiled.
They continued to lay there, their bare chests covered in cum; the two totally absorbed in their mutual their pleasure. Erik got up and retrieved a sock from the floor. He wiped his beautiful chest with it. When he did, he turned to my window. I realised my lights were on; but I was confident that he couldn't see me crouching in my corner. He turned to the bed and used the same sock to clean up his brother's chest before dropping the soggy thing onto the floor and crawling into the large bed with his contended twin.
* * *
The next morning Erik was at my door with a radiant smile plastered across his face. I led him to the garage and told him to take down the two boards which hung on hoods above my car. For a moment, I felt pangs of guilt for what I have seen last night; but they were quickly forgotten as my eyes travelled down the contours of Erik's beautiful back.
Anton was waiting for us next door, and the three of us walked down to the beach were we out our towels down. I told Erik that I wanted to go over some stuff before we got in the water and he eagerly gave me his attention; but Anton seeing the waves crash against the beach took off with my skimboard yelling something into the wind that was inaudible by the time it reached our ears but sounded something like: `kaygusbiseeulater'. Erik and I laughed as I began the lesson.
I went over how to pop up and stand and stood behind Erik, with my hands on his hips and showed him how to lower his centre of gravity. I could smell his musk and placing my hands on the taught skin of his torso was begin to get me aroused so I cut the lesson a bit short and the two of us his the water. I straddled my board and gave him tips. He was a fast study and was doing pretty well by the time we decided to head back in a few hours later. Again, we had to pry Anton away from the water; but the thought of lunch proved to be too tempting for him and was enough to get him to agree to come back in an hour's time. Erik complained about the exorbitant cost of eating at any of the places on the beach. I said that we could go back to mine and fix something and the two were quite content with that plan.
After our appetites were sated, the twins asked to go and see my room so I led them upstairs. They admired my posters and then commented on how well I must have been able to see into their room last night. I played the fool; but they saw through it. They knew that I had watched; and they had something in mind.
`Well, seeing as you have already sort of opened the door; we thought we might be a good objective participant to help us settle a bet,' Anton said.
`You see,' Erik said cutting in, `we have always argued about who gives a better blowie, and we thought we would both do it on you and then you could settle it for us one and for all. You see we trust your judgement.'
I didn't know what to say so I just stared back at the two blankly
`Oh,' Anton said, `and we should probably mention that you don't really have a choice in the matter.'
`You got something we can use for a blindfold?' Erik asked as he began to rummage through my clothes. He settled on a soccer-sock and said: `This will do. You mind lying down on the bed, please?'
I couldn't believe what was going on and I was utterly terrified. First I was horrified that they had seen my spying on them and now this! I was completely in their power and there was not really much I could do about it. Furthermore, I was incredibly aroused. Erik tired the sock around my eyes and the world went dark. I could feel his strong hands push me back against the bed and my legs dangled over the side.
I felt fleet flingers grasp at my board shorts and then a rush of air as they were quickly pulled to the floor. I had no doubt that my cock was completely erect.
`Well, at least he has given us a lot to work with,' one joked.
`Okay,' the other said, `now you can't tell us apart by voice, right?'
`No,' I responded.
`Good, then let's get this going. This is Person A, who will go first, so remember how it is and then you are going to compare it to Person B who will go later.'
Before I could even answer, I could feel hot lips pressed against my helmet until the purple head of my cock was completed inside the moist mouth of Person A. He didn't continue down my shaft; but rather focused on the tip of my prick alone. Slowly he ran his warm tongue around the tip going in slow anti-clockwise circles. He flicked at the little flap of skin on the underside of my knob. His lips were not pressed too tightly against my prick, so I could feel his warm and moist breath as it travelled down the length of my shaft which now began to pulsate.
Then I felt long spindling fingers wrap around the base of my prick. They held my cock rather like a pencil -- between the thumb, pointer and middle finger and slowly began to ascend my tick, veiny, shaft. Applying constant pressure the fingers in their odd formation moved up and down my shaft. With each upward pull they pressed against his soft, supple lips which were curled gingerly around the head of my cock.
Whist he was still stroking my shaft with his fingers, his tongue continued to lick its way around my head -- now in a clockwise movement. His fleet fingers stroked up and down the pulsating length of my meat going faster and faster. The pace of his tongue too increased making faster circles around the tip of my prick. He was panting and his hot breath cascaded down my prick and spread warmth over my exposed flesh.
My bollocks retracted and I felt my hips, involuntarily, begin to gyrate on the bed. He locked his lips around my helmet and began to suck, as if on a straw, whist his fingers moved faster and faster up and down the length of my cock. Finally I came and he sucked down volley after volley of my hot spunk. He released my prick from his mouth and it began to deflate against my lean lower body.
`well, looks like it will take awhile before you get a go,' Person A said.
`Yes,' he answered quizzically, `whatever can we do to pass the time?'
The sock was still tied around my eyes when I felt their strong hands on my shoulders and together they pulled me up so that I sat on the edge of the bed.
`It only seems fair they because we are both blowing you, that you should blow us as well. Don't you think?'
`Well, I guess it does,' I managed to mutter, my head still swimming in a fog of confusion and exhilaration.
The twins must have both put one leg on the side of the bed and kept one on the floor because I could feel their warm bodies press up against me on both sides. I could feel their thick cocks as they brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth and both gently slid their rods over my quivering lips. Both helmets were inside my mouth and I could almost taste their sweaty essence. I did my best to close my lips around the shafts, but it was not without difficultly. Both cocks were at an angle to my mouth and it was hard to make any kind of seal.
I dragged my tongue over both tips making a figure-8 as I encircled the both of them. In tandem, they moved their cocks slowly in and out of my mouth. I was only able to take in a few inches but my tongue continued to caress their heads and the two crocks were rubbing against each other -- sliding quickly and easily because of my saliva.
It didn't take long for the two to start bucking against me when the thralls of their orgasms enveloped them. Both began to shoot load after loads of hot, white spunk into my mouth. I swallowed it all. When their erections began to subside, they took them from my mouth. One ran his fingers through my long hair and the other gave me a kiss on the cheek.
`That was really special,' one said.
`Thank you,' said the other after kissing me.
I tried to gather my composure, remember, I was still blindfolded.
`Well, I think I still have one more to evaluate,' I said. I had somehow become more comfortable with the arrangement and I lay back on the bed, my legs still dangling over the side.
The next twin, Person B, began his interpretation of the blowjob almost immediately. I was already completely erect, and he started to trace the bulging veins on my cock with his hot wet tongue. I have maybe 3 or 4 large veins that run the length of my thick prick and he ran his tongue up and down each one with meticulous precision following them from the base all the way to their individual ends somewhere towards the end of my now throbbing cock.
He had one hand wrapped tightly around the base of my rod. This made me even harder and my veins perturbed ever more from my shaft which quivered when his breath touched the trail of saliva that now followed the groove and contours created by each vein.
After about 5 minutes of this, he engulfed my cock -- taking in every last inch until I could feel his nose nestle against my pubic hair. He slowly lifted his head until only the tip of my cock remained in his mouth -- kept inside by the tight seal formed by his warm lips. Then he descended -- down again to the base of my shaft taking it all inside his warm mouth. He continued to ride my pole up and down and increased his pace. I could feel as my throbbing meat slid past his soft tongue on its way back into the dark cavity of his mouth.
I started to moan and he only increased the speed of his assault. I couldn't hold off anymore and with a grunt of pleasure I came again. When he lifted his face away from my prick I physically and spiritually drained. This had been the most intense sexual encounter of my life. I could hardly lift my head and in the darkness I could hear the voices of the twins who had just given me so much pleasure.
`Wow, I didn't know you could deep throat like that,' one said.
`Yeah, maybe I'll teach you sometime, bro,' the other said in a jocular tone.
`Okay, so Person A or Person B,' they both asked in perfect harmony.
I still had the sock around my eyes, but sat up on the side of the bed.
`You were both amazing,' I began, `but I guess Person B was better. I've never had anyone do anything like that before.'
`Fuck.'
`Ha, you owe me an Irn Bru,' I presume Person B said in triumph.
Erik took off my sock/blindfold and I could see that both twins wore identical smiles. Alright, well, now that all that is sorted let's do some more surfing. I smiled back and accepted his hand in getting up from the bed. I bent down and pulled up my board shorts, completely surprised that none of this felt awkward in the least. The three of us headed out to the beach all of us looking forward to the rest of the day. |
FSE | Title: Interval II: The Deer by Orthrus
Tags: Death, Deer, Ejaculation, M/F, Pain, Predator/Prey, Rape, Series, Vaginal, Vampire Wolf, Violence
Note: Story contains biting, blood-letting, and murder. Small amount of swearing.
Interval II: The Deer
Volchonik crouched beside a tree trunk, a bush pulled up in front of him, his knees pressed up against snow. He breathed slowly, exhaling through his nose so that the mist of his breath wouldn't give him away. His senses had slightly dulled over the past several hours, but he remained vigilant through the monotonous passing of time. The sun was starting to set and the entire forest had been cast in shadow. The fleeting rays of light were hidden behind gray clouds, and indeed, the sky today had turned gray in dense fog. The air smelled of rain, the chill had numbed his paws until they felt as if on fire whenever they touched something. For the most part however, he didn't move, as still as the snow beneath him. His coarse fur blended into the gray trunk behind him, his ears were alert, mind jumping to every sound. Not twenty meters from him was a well worn trail, packed hard by many hikers, travelers, and people in general. It certainly worked well enough for his purposes. Two others had already passed, neither suitable. And it was getting late now...
The shadows lengthened, slowly darkened. The snow seemed to turn radiant amidst the dark-blue scenery. Somewhere, an owl called. A branch rustled. And finally, after remaining still for hours on end, he heard the distant crunch of snow. His heart instantly sped up with adrenaline, his mind focusing on the sound. It was faint, and somewhat slow, someone walking casually, somewhere to the South-East, to the left and behind his position. Volchonik slowly settled back against the tree, sinking lower, making himself smaller as his form blended down into the shadows below. Despite the beating of his heart, his breathing shortened, taking in short, minuscule breaths through his nose, rapidly breathing in breaths so shallow his chest hardly rose at all. He didn't sit down; his paws remained flat on the ground, ready to spring up at a moments notice. Minutes ticked by, the seconds passing slowly to him. The footsteps grew louder, coming up behind him with casual laziness. The crunching of snow vanished, replaced by the sound of impact on hard dirt. That wasn't the sound of bare paws-either hooves or boots, definitely following the trail. Maybe....maybe. The steps were maybe twenty, twenty-five meters behind him now, and twenty meters to his left, when he got the first whiff of scent in the air. Fur, flesh...feminine. He shrank down so low he was practically hugging the ground, and the traveler finally walked by the tree where he hid, still on the trail. Only his eyes moved, taking in the form, and his body instantly sped into overdrive with tension. He took it all in, the light brown fur over the back, sides, patches of lighter colored fur over the stomach and forearms, the short tail, flashed with white. Lightly clothed, walking upright, glancing around with the slight tension of nervousness, worried about the nighttime. Volchonik caught a brief glimpse of her light brown eyes, the curve of her covered breasts, and then she was walking past, her back to him now. Lucky...very lucky.
She was young to be sure, the Doe. It was the young, energetic life in her that caused her to look around warily. She didn't wear much, not many people did out in the rural towns by the wilderness. Indeed, most people felt the need to wear only enough to make themselves decent. Hind paws were often left bare too. The Doe wore only a tan sleeveless shirt that terminated below the ribs, and a pair of light shorts. She was beautiful too. Slender, but not too thin. Her muscles were elegant beneath the skin, her motions bound by a fluid grace. Despite her uneasiness at her present situation, she still walked with a slight spring in her step, still relaxed for the most part. And though she didn't feel quiet safe at the moment, she had no idea just how right that feeling was.
Volchonik's heart was beating fast, adrenaline already starting to surge through his system. He'd hunted hundreds, no, thousands of times before. But never on another person. Never on another intelligent being. There was people, and then there were animals, and though he lived on the edge and hunted to survive, he'd always hunted the dull ones, those that were prey in every sense of the word. Although the young girl before him was still prey by her race, she was alive and intelligent, just like him. He'd never been a sadist, not a killer--it made him uncomfortable. It wasn't enough to make him hesitate. He knew what he wanted, knew what he *needed*. But he wouldn't bring himself to harm her anymore than needed. Which was strange, considering that the very act he was about to do was something most would consider a grave enough sin to warrant execution. The Hell with it...
Volchonik remained crouched in the shadow for several moments, letting the girl get some distance from him. He needed some room to work with, the farther away he was the quicker he could get to an advantageous position. He let her get about thirty meters away, and then slowly stood upright, his muscles numb from remaining in the same position for so long. He stretched slightly, his eyes constantly focused on the smooth curve of the girl's back. A second later he crouched down slightly and moved off, moving in an arc away from the trail. As he moved farther away, he picked up his pace, making slightly more noise, which was compensated for by his distance from the trail. The trees blended into dark stalks striped with faint light, hiding him. The forest felt good beneath his paws, a sensual massage of cold snow and hard dirt and twigs. The breeze snaked through his fur, rubbing against his body with fresh coolness. The old feelings were all coming back, and though is conscious was completely focused on the immediate task, his subconscious was already salivating, and in a different kind of hunger. He moved quickly, and in less than a minute was curving back along the arc, back to the trail. He slowed down a bit, moving with gentle, controlled motions. He brought each paw down gently, stepping onto the outside of the paw and slowly putting the rest of his weight on it, ready to step back the instant he felt a fragile stick beneath the tough pads.
Finally, he stopped right beside the trail, ahead of the girl. He stood right behind a tree, crouched down low. The girl couldn't see him from the side because of other tree around him, and she wouldn't see him when she walked past either, because he was on the other side of the tree trunk. He was downwind. He could hear her walking steadily, coming closer now, blissfully unaware that her next few minutes would be the last remotely pleasant ones she'd feel. Volchonik's tension was practically pulsing. He felt everything pressing into his hind paws, all the coolness against his fur, the nighttime smells, the scent of the young girl. He felt his own excitement as well, his tongue licked up along his muzzle, his heart beat harder. It wasn't just the tension of such a hunt, however it might have been, but of what he was about to do. The girl was young, pretty, and very elegant. The near future was enough to elicit his own sexual excitement; he'd never even considered doing something so brutal before, it wasn't in his nature, but now he didn't have much of a choice in the matter, and he wanted her, bad enough to salivate, enough to start getting hard. Oh he wouldn't go as far as he could, but he'd definitely do it now. Any previous morality was dropping now, lost in the moment now that he was so close. He became a rather different person in those few moments. Desire was enough to do that, and his extended far beyond mere sexual gratification. It wasn't just lust for power or life, but it was a lust for blood, something he'd never wanted before. His claws slowly extended, the young Doe very close now. Just by the tree, and then she was level with him. Another moment and she walked past again, her back to him. He saw the curve of her shoulders, practically *tasted* the blood flowing through her. And then he moved. What happened next happened very fast.
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He spun away from the tree, instantly stepping out onto the beaten trail. She heard, started to turn, saw the black-gray blur, and his fangs sank deep into her shoulder, her flesh instantly flaring in sharp, burning pain. His body slammed into hers a moment later. She yelped once in a mixture of surprise and pain, pushed back beyond her balance, and fell over onto her back as he tackled her. She reflexively tried to cry out in an instant moment of terror, but only managed a jagged gasp as his weight crushed the air from her lungs. The Wolf's arms were around her back, squeezing her in locked embrace, as his teeth bore deeper. Blood welled up around the ivory white, trickling down along the contour of her shoulder. She instantly struggled out of pure fear. A whirlwind of thoughts tore through her mind, she was attacked, she was going to die, a wild wolf, prey, bitten, eaten, swallowed, devoured--another second and those teeth would tear into her neck and-- She flailed underneath him, striking him on the side. He simply kept her in the painful embrace, his eyes squeezed tight with ecstasy, his canine fangs locked into her flesh. He didn't feel the blows, just marveled in that incredible *rush* of sensation as the crimson blood poured around his teeth, coating his pink tongue scarlet. In an instant, instinctual drive of lust he thrust his body against hers, pressing his weight onto her in a forceful shove, trying to bite deeper, to envelope her. She didn't cry out this time, she screamed in a mix of shock, pain, and fear. Her shoulder burned in a sharp pulsing pain, and it just *hurt*, hurt so much that she couldn't think anymore, could hardly feel anything but the hot, dominating weight on her. Her back pressed painfully into the dirt, struggling to breath, her body bucking beneath him. Her arms wrapped around his back in an impulsive motion, not thinking about it, not capable to think through the instant rush of hot agony. The writhing motion beneath him only enticed him further, his cock rock hard, rubbing against her inner thigh. She never hadn't even considered his actual intention, just thought that he wanted to kill her and tear into her and...and...
The Wolf's eyes opened slowly, the pupils so sharp in the gold surrounding them, so intentional and powerful, so powerful they were practically evil. He slowly pulled his teeth from her shoulder, bringing an instant wave of pain to flow through the existing torment. She continually moaned in high pitched painful cries, her eyes already squeezed shut, tears welling up, resigned to her immediate fate. She heard a quiet chuckle, and then his muzzle pressed against her open jaw, his hot tongue sliding along her lips. His clutches were suddenly gentle, no longer so harsh and painful. She felt a paw slide along her back and slip under her shorts, clutching her buttock. He broke the kiss and leaned back slightly, and she opened her eyes, breathing in short, jagged gasps. Both the pain, and the sudden warm feeling spreading through her as his other paw ran up along her stomach and slipped beneath her shirt, circling over her breasts. Her vision was blurred, and then he squeezed her buttock, hard. The claws dug into the brown fur, puncturing the skin beneath it as blood welled up in five points. The pain was sharp, but with the kiss, and the massage of her breast, she felt the pain in a different way. Her vision focused for a second, and she saw the face of her attacker for the first time. The sight was frightening. His eyes were a beautiful gold, but so vicious, and his muzzle was soaked in red, *dripping* blood. Her blood. She didn't have the will to move. Her arms felt heavy, her willpower had been crushed with the tearing bite, and she didn't have the ability to build it up again. In a way, she didn't even want to. His paw slid further along her breast, turned upward, and tore back in a raking motion against the shirt. The claws shredded through the material and he flipped it aside, exposing her breasts to him. Her chest had been clothed in white fur, it was now soaked in a dark crimson. The Wolf didn't hesitate, leaning down and lapping at the bloodied breasts, the silky tongue pushing up against them, willing her into complacency as his other paw continued to clutch and massage her ass. Incredibly, she was growing wet. She understood what was happening, but her mind was dulled, as if hypnotized. He continued to lap up that bitter, metallic taste, her breasts tingled, and his paw suddenly jerked in a sharp motion along her hip. The shorts tore apart with a painful jerk against her hip, and then any pretense of gentleness vanished.
His crimson jaws pressed down on hers, her moans turning into ones of hurt and scared arousal. She felt his silky tongue slip inside her mouth, *loved* it, and hated it. She tasted her own blood, his tongue smearing it inside her mouth. She didn't know how to feel, she was hurt, in pain, but being taken. She didn't know what she was supposed to feel, but she did know what her body felt, and that was an intense, terrible *joy*, arousal at this sudden helplessness. Her fur was growing damp across her thighs, her body wanting this powerful animal to take her. The moment lasted less than a second. In the next one, she felt something wet and hard press against her pussy, knew it, and he thrusted into her so sharply she yelled in pain, pulled away from his jaws. He pressed back against her lips, continuing to kiss her, to lick inside her as tears of sheer pain welled in her eyes. He shoved himself completely inside her, all the way up to his own body. It was big, such that she would have loved to fuck with him normally, but he was thrusting fast, and *hard*, pushing so deep inside her that every thrust wracked her form with pain. He didn't let him pull her mouth away from his, but she yelled in pain and instant pleasure, the moans muffled against his mouth. Blood trickled down her shoulder, streaming down across her stomach. She could feel him rubbing against the tissue inside her, pumping his hard cock into her again and again. It hurt in a stinging, burning way, but it felt so damned *good*, so big and he was so powerful. And her helplessness, she just wanted to be taken somehow. Every thrust brought a yelp of pain. Small trickles of blood were starting to leak around his penis, streaming from the scratched abrasions along her pussy, mixing with the clear liquid of her arousal.
Slowly, surely, the pain numbed, faded, and was replaced by a sensation she knew all too well. Her cries turned from blissful agony to simple begging, her arms wrapped around his back, she kissed him back with force. Had she been able to speak, she might have yelled at him to take her and fuck her and make her his. Her body was practically gushing around the powerful muscle that was his cock, red blood and clear lubrication streaming over his buttocks, lubricating her tail hole. His cock pounded into her smoothly now, pushing aside the slick muscle as he thrusted into her wet body. Pre-cum leaked from him, flowing into the cocktail of blood and fluid inside her. His tongue worked over hers as her cries started to escalate. The Wolf growled in a pleasurable noise that might have been a purr. He could feel himself sliding closer to the brink, started to thrust faster and even harder. Her legs surely would have been bruised by now, the light brown fur along her thighs was so soaked it appeared black in the moonlight. She yelled out with every thrust and he liked the sound, liked to hear her scream in pain or pleasure, liked her body bucking beneath his. His paw pressed against her back, between the shoulder blades, and the claws cut through the soft fur and into her back, bringing fresh blood up. She yelled in a continuous moaning cry, and he ran his pawn down her back, the claws scratching deep along the flesh. He broke the kiss, licked roughly along her cheek, hugged her tight, and thrust himself into her with such force that her cries turned to ones mixed in agony once again. Her muscles contorted around his cock, he felt himself start to tip over as she cried out in orgasm, and he unloaded his hot seed into her body. The young doe spasmed under him in wave after wave of pleasure as she climaxed. She felt the heat inside her body, felt the pulsing spray as his seed splashed against her walls. Her front torso was completely covered in red, her thighs were too. His pink cock was now crimson and shining with her liquid lust. He continued to thrust into her throughout, spraying more semen into her with every motion, pleasure pulsing into her with it. Her eyes were squeezed shut with it, her mind lost in the mix of heaven and hell.
The Wolf pressed himself on top of her, his maroon jaws closing around her throat. He squeezed gently, she groaned in it, he felt the desire, felt his own pleasure and love and lust. And there was just one thing he wanted to do so much, that he *had* to do, to complete his pleasure. He just somehow knew that if he did it he'd actually climax, not just come but practically bathe in something he wanted so bad, so pleasurable. He felt the pulsing of her blood against his jaws, his tongue lapped up along her throat as the jaws slowly pressed harder. He wanted it, oh how he needed it, needed that life-flow as she hugged herself to the source of what was easily the greatest pleasure she'd ever felt.
He bit down, his canines sliced through the slender membrane of her skin, sinking right into the artery. Instantly an intense, un-definable tsunami of pleasure injected into him, spreading in a wave through his maw, down his throat, burning into his stomach. The girls eyes opened in a moment of surprise, and was quickly overwhelmed by the pleasure radiating from her pussy as the muscles contracted yet again, milking his cock for every drops worth. She hardly felt the stinging pressure around her throat now.
The blood poured in a river from either side of her neck, his tongue lashing against her throat, licking it up, swallowing it down inside. The ecstasy in his body grew, so much so that he felt nothing, not even the pleasure in his cock that now seemed so feeble. The blood streamed from the four holes in her neck with every heartbeat, pulsing out, and with every pulse, the flow increased for a moment, and so did his pleasure. He could feel nothing but the beating of her heart beneath him, and that liquid *Heaven* that his jaws were locked around, more powerful than sex ever was or ever had been, more so than it had been just now. He could do nothing but drain her of it, could do nothing but desire more. His eyes were closed the whole time, he saw nothing, heard nothing. But he smelled it and tasted it and his body pulsed with it. His jaws tightened, sinking still deeper into her neck, drawing more and more blood. His jaws continued to tighten, squeezing harder, his tongue whipping against her throat, drawing the blood down into his body as the Girl's sensations slowly grew dimmer. She felt numb, falling asleep. Felt the last few contractions of pleasure pulsing in her pussy, and she exhaled in one last quiet gasp as her lungs ceased to draw breath, her skin pale beneath the damp fur.
The Wolf bit still harder, the prey's heart speeding into overdrive, struggling to pump the blood through a body that was steadily losing it. His entire body spasmed in what was practically an orgasm of it's own. As the prey's heart fibrillated, the blood pulsed through the punctures in her neck, rising up around the fangs and down into his own body with such speed it was practically a river.
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Several minutes later, the Wolf opened his eyes. And raised his head up in surprise. The Doe beneath him was beautiful even now, her body practically painted crimson, her eyes closed, face pale. He slowly leaned up, staring at her with confusion. He moved back and his now limp cock slipped from inside her, letting a wave of crimson-white gush from inside her. She lay on a patch of virgin snow that they'd somehow ended up on, and the white snow was now soaked in lashed lines of blood, surrounding the girl in a portrait. He sat back, staring at the dead girl, stunned. Not at what he'd done. No, he felt no qualms about what he'd just done. He was stunned at what he'd just felt. He sat there for minutes, breathing rapidly, his tongue slowly licking up along his lips. What was his name again? What had it been? Volchonik had it? Yes, that was it. As he struggled with the situation, what to do next, what he felt, he realized two things.
The first, was that there was more. All he had to do was do it again, and do it *harsher*, inflict more pain, bite more, claw more. There'd be more for him, more liquid pleasure. Just sink lower, deeper into the what you used to call filth. Cut down the morality, cut down the compassion, you'll get more of it, it'll be longer.... Something whispering to him, telling him.
The second thing he realized, was that he *wanted to do it*.
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\-Cervidae-
/Corvidae, Felidae, Canidae, Viperidae/ |
nifty | Brother Lovers
By: Rubber Man
Ted and I are brothers and have been real close all of our lives. But when Ted and I moved in together, we became allot closer. At the present, I am 35 and Ted is 32. But I can remember being attracted to him back in our early teens. Oh yes, my name is Mark. Ted and I were the only two boys, since we did have a sister, our parents made us share a room, and our sister got her own. So Ted and I were more than used to seeing each other in various stages of dress or undress. Our parents were ultra conservative when it came to the subject of sex. Our father never gave us boys the "facts of life" talk, so we discovered our sexuality like most guys, all on our own. Ted and I were each others best friends. We went to the same school, had the same teachers, only we had them two years apart. Like I said, we shared the same bedroom. At times it seemed so small, but when one of us was away from home for what ever reason, the room seemed so big and empty. The only space divider in our room was one that was felt, never spoken. We had our own corners, our beds were against opposite walls, but aside from that, our room looked like any other teen age boys room. Jeans and underwear were always scattered across the floor and chairs. We had posters of Farah Faucet, Lynda Carter and other sexy female stars. Not the heavy metal rock posters you'd find today. We both had our collection of Playboy's stashed away from our parents. Like I said, a normal teenage male's room. Our bedroom was attached to a bathroom that the two of shared. My sister had the one downstairs, and our parents had the master bedroom. Mom and dad pretty much left us alone when it came to our bedroom and bathroom, so Ted and I used to hang around in our shorts, usually shirt-less, and when taking showers, we simply left the water running for the other to step into. I being the older, showed signs of puberty first. This led to a few intimate questions from Ted. He couldn't wait to experience his first erection. He seemed fascinated by mine, and even more fascinated when he caught me jacking off in the shower. I tried to explain what was happening with my body, as well as it's needs, but he would have to wait another year or so to really understand. Ted would ask me questions like; "Does it hurt when your dick gets hard like that"? "Will that white stuff ever get all used up"? He even asked if I could show him how long his penis would get when it was hard.
Ted and I kept in real good physical shape. We had no trouble getting dates. I can remember the long talks we would have when one of us would return from a "late night" date. We would want to know all of the details, especially the explicit ones! It was winter when I discovered that Ted was going through puberty. His voice had begun to crackle, and he showed signs of a mustache. One night after we had both gone to sleep, I was awaken by voices in our room. It turned out to be Ted talking in his sleep. As I listened, I couldn't really understand what he was saying, but I did notice a very recognizable scent coming from his side of the room. It was the same great smell that came from me when I shot a big load of cum all over my chest. I got out of bed, and walked over to his bed, being careful not to make any noise. I pealed back the top cover and saw that his white sheet had a big wet spot on it. My brother had just cum, and he wasn't even awake to feel it. I stood there, looking down at him feeling amazed, but also quite turned on. I wanted so badly to pull back the sheet and see what his white BVD shorts looked like, but I was afraid I would wake him up. So I just went back to bed. I couldn't go back to sleep. The odor of male sperm had filled the room. I leaned over and opened the window next to me just in case my parents would walk in, I wouldn't want them to smell us guys!
I looked down at my shorts and saw that I had a huge hardon. The one thing that we both inherited was our dad's donkey dick. Mom was pretty well stacked and shaped as mothers go, but when we would be out back by the pool, dad's dick always looked as if it was going to rip right out of his skimpy bathing suit. Mom liked dad to wear those speedo type suits. Every now and then she'd purchase a real revealing one for him to wear by our pool. When we had guests over or one of us kids had a pool party, dad wore his regular speedo's. Any way, my erect penis measures eleven and three quarter inches. I know because when Ted wanted to know what to expect when he sprouted a hard on we measured it. I lay there in my bed, trying to visualize Ted's dick under his wet shorts. Was he the same size as me or could he be even bigger? I pushed my shorts down to my knee's and took hold of my throbbing erection. Looking over at Ted, I stroked and stoked. I could feel my balls rise as I imagined him pulling his cock out, looking over at me and stroking it as well. That thought pushed me over the edge. My body tensed, my ass rose off the sheets, and a big glob of sperm landed in my open and waiting mouth. I had become pretty good at aiming my shooting sperm. As my orgasm subsided, I lay there, my chest covered in warm male sperm, my heart beat slowing, but my cock was not shrinking as it normally did. I heard Ted start to turn over. I pulled up my shorts, threw the covers up over me and pretended to be asleep. As Ted turned onto his stomach, I could see his eyes open. He raised the sheet, then his shorts. He had the most wonderful surprised look on his face. He quickly turned to see if I was awake. When he figured that I was still asleep, I saw him reach into his shorts. As he withdrew his hand from his shorts, I could see that his fingers were covered with sperm. His brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled deeply. A big smile came over his face. Again he checked to see if I was awake. Still assuming that I was asleep, he snaked his tongue out to taste his new discovery. A first a frown from the bitter semen, then he slid a single sperm covered finger onto his mouth and drew it back out clean. This time his expression told me that he liked what he tasted. He wiped the rest onto the sheet and went back to sleep. In the morning, the rest of the family could not understand why he wanted to do his own laundry. Mom made a fuss telling Ted that she did not mind. Ted had an embarrassed look about him, I think dad picked up on it, and figured out what was going on. He told mom to let the boy learn to wash his own stuff for a change. Ted's face looked relived.
That night as we were in our room doing home work, I could tell that Ted was dying to tell me what had happened. I waited as long as I could, finally I looked over at him and asked, "So, why did you want to wash your sheets yourself this morning anyway"? Ted put down his pencil, and just stared at me. "What's wrong?" I asked, "It's not like you shot a big load of sperm all over them or anything". I was trying to break the ice. We were sitting on the floor in our shorts and tank tops just like we always had, but now instead of two boys, we were two men. I reach over and removed from my hiding place my new copy of playboy. I tossed it over to Ted. "Every see tit's like those"? I asked. I glanced at Ted's shorts and saw them begin to expand. Ted picked up the magazine, and tossed it back to me. "Well, that's enough home work for me tonight", I said as I put away my books, picked up the magazine and hopped into bed. Ted stayed there on the floor, saying he had a few more chapters to read. I knew he was embarrassed to let me see his erection. I commented back that I too had a few chapters to "read" myself. He smiled at me, and I tuned over on my side, my back to him. I heard him get into bed and turn the lights off. "What about your reading?, I asked". "Changed my mind", was all he replied. I put the magazine back into it's hiding place and turned off the light over my bed. The moonlight came flooding into our room.
The silence was unbearable. Finally Ted spoke in a soft tone, almost a whisper. "Hey Mark, are you still awake?" I sure am, what's on your mind, I replied. "Well, something has been happening to my body that I think you can help me with". "Oh yeah, what might that be", I replied. "Well it mostly happens when I am asleep", Ted began to explain, "when I wake up from a dream, and my shorts and sheets are soaking wet with this white sticky stuff, that's why I didn't want mom to wash my sheets." "Does your penis get real stiff when the liquid comes out," I asked? "I am really not sure, I'm always asleep." "Well, I'll tell ya what, I'll keep an eye on you during the night, and if I notice that your shorts are getting wet, I'll wake you, what do you think 'bout that idea?" "That would be great! I hate to put you to so much trouble." "No trouble at all Ted, heck, what are older brothers for anyway!" That night, I couldn't sleep. Ted doze off. It wasn't long before I heard those familiar groaning sounds. I jumped out of my bed, and walked over to Ted's. I slipped the sheets back to see the biggest bulge in his white jockey shorts. I bet his cock was bigger than mine and my dad's when fully uncoiled. Did I forget to mention that my dad, Ted and I were uncut? Well we are. Dad never showed me the hot things I could do with my foreskin, but I learned real fast.
Ted rolled over onto his back, his eye's were fluttering, and he was still moaning. I gently slipped his shorts down below his balls. His penis began to uncoil, and point towards his belly. My god, this is more than just a donkey dick, this fucker is unnatural. Just my type. When Ted was fully erect, I grabbed the tape measure and couldn't believe what I read. Length: fourteen and three quarter inches. Width: seven and half inches. I gently took hold of his king kong cock, and watched for any sign that he may wake. He was in a deep sleep. I gently pulled back on the thick foreskin that hung at least an inch over his erect cock. Ah, the pinkish head of his cock. The smell.. a mixture of soap and male hormones. My cock jumped to attention. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and engulfed his massive cock head. Ted's breathing quickened. As I took more of his shaft into my mouth, I could feel his balls begin their upward climb. I felt the head of Ted's penis touch the back of my throat. I still had more than half of it still clutched in my hands. The cheeks of Ted's ass began to rise up from the mattress, and his balls made their final climb. I could feel his sperm climb up the thick tube towards the head. I pressed Ted's throbbing erection down my throat, and as I did, he exploded. I felt volley after volley of sperm pass my tonsils, and still some ran out the sides of my mouth. Unexpectedly, Ted opened his eyes. Here I was, my younger brothers gigantic penis in my throat, and his sperm running down my chin.
"What the hell are you doing Mark?" I managed to pull Ted's dick from my mouth. When it freed itself, I heard a popping sound, "QUIET" I snapped. "I am doing you a favor. Mom was going to demand that she wash your stuff in the morning, and I didn't want you to get in trouble for staining them, and I just couldn't find a towel in time, so I did the best I could." Ted's expression changed, "you swallowed that sticky stuff so I wouldn't mess my sheets and shorts, gosh, I'm sorry I came on so strong. You did me a real big favor. By the way, if you don't mind telling me, what did that stuff taste like?" "Well Ted, it wasn't to bad, tasted sorta like a man." Then Ted asked if my cock shot the same white stuff and I told him that it did. "You know Ted, to prevent this from happening at night, you need to exercise your cock and make it shoot sperm during the day." A puzzled look came over his face. "Exercise it? What do you mean?? PLAY WITH MYSELF????" "Why not, I have to do it at least twice a day or my balls hurt like hell!" "I don't know, Ted sighed. I'm kinda embarrassed to admit that I don't quite know the right way to, you know, play with it." Well here was my golden opportunity to get naked and have some fun with my younger brother. So after a brief pause I offered to show Ted the way to enjoy his huge uncut penis! "I'm gonna have to think about it, ok Mark?" No problem Ted. Just let me know when you're ready.
The next morning Ted I and got up, showered, ate breakfast and went our separate ways. Not a word was said about the previous night's encounter or my offer. That night as we got home for dinner, I decided to take a shower. I had been playing football all afternoon and was smelling pretty bad. Ted looked as if he could use one to so I mentioned that he should shower before dinner. Upstairs I went. Shut the bedroom door behind me, stripped off my shorts and T-shirt. I stood clad only in my well worn jock strap admiring my form in the mirror. My dick was on the rise. No surprise, since I hadn't shot a load since the previous night. I slipped off my jock, and got into the warm shower. I had just finished lathering up when I heard the radio switch on inside the bathroom. "Who's there?" I asked. I did not hear a response, but my attention was drawn to the glass shower door. The glass is not clear, but when something presses directly against it, you can make out what the object is. From what I saw pressed against the door, I could tell it was Ted's huge uncut dick. I slowly slid the door open, allowing the glass to slide across Ted's erection. "Can I help you young man" I sneered with a big smile across my face. "Well sir, I have this problem with my dick, and I was wondering if you could teach me just what I can make it do"? My skin was white from the lather, but my cock was pointing upwards straining to meet Ted's. "Well kid, it seems you arrived just in time. I seem to have the same problem controlling my cock. Please, step into my work room here and let's see what we can do". Ted stepped into the shower. We stood for what seemed like an eternity looking up and down each others nude bodies. "How often does you penis rise like this?" I asked Ted. "Well to be quite honest, it has just recently started doing this, not only that, but while I sleep, it shoots this sticky white liquid that my hung brother seemed to enjoy". "Have you ever tasted this secretion for yourself" I asked Ted. Ted paused, looked into my eyes, which nearly made me cum right on the spot and said, "YES! I have scooped it off my belly and swallowed it". What did you think of the taste, the smell, the very feel of it? Ted's only response was, "I wanted more!"
I took Ted's shaking hand and put it around my erect shaft. I took the other and placed it around my big balls. Before Ted could say a word, I sealed his lips with mine. His grip on my cock grew tighter. I could feel him tugging on my balls as he drew my foreskin back and forth over the of my cock. Our tongues were dancing together in Ted's warm mouth. Our lips parted as I asked Ted "thought you didn't know how to play with a mans cock Ted"? "I have watched you in the past, and even caught dad doing it, so I've been waiting to try it with you. Mark, another pause, I love you". I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Of course you love me, and I love you, we're brothers. "No, you don't understand, god this is so hard to say, I really love you, I want to make you cum down my throat, I want to make you as sexually turned on as I can, and I never want to be separated from you. Please, don't get angry, just hold me".
Ted's arms wrapped around my back, his huge penis lay flat against my soapy stomach, right along side my own. I knew Ted had dated girls quite often, as did I. Was he trying to tell me he was, .. gay? Something inside me clicked. I wrapped my arms around Ted's back, and we both began to caress each other. I took his firm ass cheeks in my hands and squeezed. A moan of distinct pleasure escaped from Ted's mouth. I whispered in his ear something I never thought I could say, "Ted, I love you too. I want to make long passionate love with you. I want you to share my bed now and forever". A tear ran down Ted's face. I caught it with my tongue. "What's wrong Ted"? "Nothing, he replied. I was so scared that you'd hate me, or go and tell dad I was a queer." I held Ted tightly against me. "We have always been so close, I always hated the thought of moving away from you, and then when you started having wet dreams, I couldn't resist sucking your penis 'till you shot that man sperm down my throat. From that night, I have trying to figure a way to it again without you getting mad." Ted released his grip from me. He slid down my soapy body until he was on his knee's. He looked up at me, "I am not very good at this, well actually this will be my first time, please teach me if I do it wrong." With that he gripped my erection, stuck out his long wet tongue, and ran it over my shaved balls, up the protruding vein on the underside of my shaft, and as he reached my foreskin covered head, he opened my skin, and slid his tongue inside. He swished that tongue over every nerve ending that the head of my cock had. He then sucked in my over hang, and began to lightly chew on it. He then stretched it as wide open as it would go, and shook my entire cock simply holding on to the out stretched foreskin. "Ted, please, I am so close to cumming, please ease off." I knew that I instinctively knew how to deal with a mans cock by working on my own, and it seemed that Ted did as well! Ted released my foreskin, but know his grip on my shaft. He slid the foreskin back, exposing my red and ready to burst cock head. He glanced up at me, and then lowered his head, opened his mouth, and began to suck the head, then in went another inch, and so on until I heard Ted begin to gag. "Slow down brother, we'll learn how to deep throat each other soon enough. Ted's tongue worked what he had in his HOT mouth, and his hand worked my shaft. I could feel my balls begin to rise. "TED! If you don't stop now I'm going to explode." Ted's sucking increased. That was all I could stand, I felt the sperm leave my balls, my cock got so thick, Ted's mouth hurt. As I and I'm sure Ted felt that sperm about to explode, my younger brother stuck a soapy finger right up my ass! BOOM!!! Blast after blast exploded into my younger brothers mouth. My ass gripping his finger. I just kept cumming. I had long since over flowed Ted's mouth, but he was getting off on me shooting huge globs of sperm all over his face, his tongue trying to capture what it could.
When my orgasm finally stopped, my legs gave way, and I landed on the tub floor. Ted was now sitting in front of me. The warm water showered down on us. When I could speak, I asked Ted where on earth he learned to do what he had just done to me. "I picked up gay sex magazine and read the letters from different men, and just took a little from each one, and the result is what I did to you. How was I?" "Ted, they don't cum any better than you" I replied. Ted leaned across the tub and kissed me. I could taste my fresh sperm in his mouth. Well Ted, what do you think of the taste of my cum? Ted, leaned his back against my chest, his legs inside mine, he took my hands and placed them on his rock solid penis. "Mark, I love the way your cum feels, smells, looks and tastes, and I want it as often as you will give it to me". I began stroking Ted's fourteen incher. His foreskin covering the head, and even over hanging it. "Ted, my legs are to weak to stand right now, but if you don't mind, I'd love to swallow your sperm as an appetizer before dinner". Ted stood and faced me. His penis seemed unreal. It looked so big as it loomed above my face. His balls were equally large, with a coat of peach fuzz covering the sack. Ted moved his hips so that his cock slapped the sides of my face. I never realized how heavy a penis could feel until I had the pleasure of Ted's baseball bat cock. Ted was looking down at me, his eyes wide open, he seemed possessed by lust. He took hold of his erect penis, his fingers did not even touch. He took his other hand and placed it under my chin. He then tilted my face upward and told me to stick out my tongue. I did as I was told without question. Ted beat the head of his foreskin covered penis against my tongue, slapping it from side to side against my starving mouth. "I think you're really gonna love swallowing my cock Mark". "No, please, it's way to big, I'll choke. Let me just suck some of it". Ted was oblivious to my plea. He held his monster cock in front of my face. He slowly retracted his foreskin. As the head of his penis became exposed, he again slapped my face with it, this time a large drop of semen surfaced. Ted swiped it up with his fingers, and placed his fingers inside my mouth. My tongue cleaned every trace of his natural lubrication. When he had pulled enough foreskin back, he placed the soft and ever so smooth head against my lips. My mouth opened, and my tongue slid along the bottom of his shaft. As I felt the head enter my mouth, I too became engulfed by lust. I reached up, grabbed the small but very firm cheeks of his ass, and pushed his forward. This of course caused his penis to fill my mouth. "Take it, you hung stud", Ted moaned. "Swallow my dick, just like I did your's". I started to gag as the head reached the back of my throat. "Don't worry, You'll get used to it just as dad did"! I looked up at him with a shocked expression. Ted had the look on his face like he had just "accidently" let a big secret out. Had I heard right? Did he insinuate that our father had tasted this huge piece of uncut meat? Ted's dick was pistoning in and out of my drooling mouth. My cock had suddenly become rock solid, jutting up from the tub floor like a pilar. "Who do you think taught me to suck a cock as big as yours Mark? I needed to practice on something at least as big as your dick. So one weekend while you and mom were away, I saw dad out by the pool, nude, so I slipped off my suit and walked out back. Dad took one look at my soft dick swinging between my legs, and whistled. As I got closer to him, I saw that his dick was hard as a rock, and was looking at me kinda funny. He then said, "with equipment like that, he felt it was his duty to help break it in, and teach me what a real man could do for a penis."
I still couldn't say a word because of the volume of cock filling my mouth. Ted's hands were behind my head, maintaining the rhythm of his thrust's. He then held my head still, and just thrust in and out of my mouth. I release his ass, and took hold of his low hanging balls with one hand and his right nipple with the other. "Ah, that's it, yank on my balls while I fuck your face. Pinch my tit Mark, that's right, ah you do that sooo good". My mouth was beginning to ache from being stretched so wide for so long. But I did not want to let my prize go. I could feel Ted's balls start to rise. Then an idea came to me. "Oh Mark... I'm cumming, I'm cumming, swallow me Mark, swallow my fucking huge dick, eat my fucking sperm, oh... oh..." Right at that point I slipped my index finger up Ted's virgin ass, just as he had done to me. It had the same effect, Ted shot more sperm than I thought was ever possible. He just kept shooting. I pulled his exploding dick from my mouth and let him shower my face, hair, and chest with his cum. His asshole had clamped down on my finger so hard that I couldn't pull it out if I had to, so I flexed it against his prostrate. All at once, his knees gave out, and he landed on the tub floor with me. My finger still lodged in his ass. As I pulled it free, Ted stopped my hand saying, "I'll only let it out if you promise to replace it with something allot bigger." "What did you have my mind little brother?" "Well, let's get dried off, and I'll show you exactly what I want!" We got out of the shower, and dried off.
"Where is that jar of lube you use to jack off with?" I pulled it from my hiding place. Ted took it from me. He opened the jar, scooped some of it onto his fingers, and coated my cock with it. His stroking had me on the verge of cumming. He then release my cock, took another swipe of lube from the jar. He place the jar on his night stand. He then looked me right in the eyes. "I've wanted this for some time now." He bent over the edge of his bed. "Spread my ass cheeks apart you hung stud." Again I did as I was told. I spread his firm white ass cheeks apart. Ted's ass and crotch was so white compared to the rest of his tanned body! Looking down at his ass, I could see it open and close. He took his lube covered hand and pressed it against his ass hole. In went one, then two, then three fingers. He finger fucked his ass as I watch in amazement. "Do you like what you see Mark? Does it make your balls tighten, and your dick throb?" My younger brother was displaying his ass and talking so nasty to me, I just could not believe it was him. "Yes Ted, I want to shove my fucking dick into your greased hole so bad!" Ted turned his head and looked over his shoulder at me, "Well just don't stand there with my ass in your hands, FUCK IT!!!" I went slowly at first, this was my first fuck, as well as Ted's. I must have been going to slow, because Ted pushed his ass fast and hard up against my crotch. My entire cock sunk deep into his body in one thrust. Ted let out a pretty loud yelp. He held his ass against my crotch getting used to being so full.
We heard a knock at the bedroom door. It was our mother. "What's going on in there? Mark are you hurting Ted again. You two better cut it out!" I saw the door knob twist. I couldn't remember if Ted or I had locked the door. I could just imagine mom walking in and seeing her two son's nude, with Ted impaled on my cock, and his swinging in the air. The knob stopped. The door was locked. We heard her walk down the stairs. In a some what lower voice, Ted moaned, "Now fuck me long and hard". I slowly began to thrust my cock in and out of Ted's ass. He was so fucking tight. Tighter than his mouth had been wrapped around my penis earlier. My rhythm increased. Ted was moaning and muttering how good I felt up inside him. I reached around his waist and took hold of his fresh hard on. I began to stroke him in sync with my thrusts. I felt my balls slapping against his. I knew I wasn't going last much longer, and from the expansion of Ted's shaft, I knew he was pretty close as well. "Fuck me Mark, make me shoot my cum all over the floor. I'm cumming, oh, yes, fuck.... fuck me... Ted exploded with such force that I had to hold onto his hips for balance. His ass hole gripped my dick like a vice. My balls rose, and I pulled my cock out of his ass with a pop. The first three spurts of cum landed in his hair, the rest covered his back, and dripped down the crack of his ass, down his balls, and onto the floor with his.
We both collapsed onto his bed. We didn't move for at least thirty minutes. Finally, Ted rolled over and faced me. "You were fucking incredible! I never imagined how good your horse dick would feel up my ass. Let's do it again right now." "No way Ted, I don't have any more cum to shoot." Ted attempted to stand. "On second thought, maybe we better wait a while." He took a few steps, and came back and sat down on the bed. "My poor ass hole. I can barley walk." "Well what did you expect, your young ass is so tight. I'll go and fill the tub with warm water, let's go and sit." We stumbled to the tub, and as we sat down, the warm water began to sooth my brothers ass hold and my muscles. "So what now Ted. Where do we go from here?" "Right into your bed" he joked. "No really, what do we do now?" "Ted looked at me, kissed me gently on the lips and said, "well you have a lifetime roommate if you'll have me". "I kissed him passionately and relied, "I never want anyone else." |
nifty | When I was 22 years old I was single and very curious about having sex with another man. I had never had any kind of experiences with gay sex, but had always felt very attractived to hot guys. The problem was that I did not know were to meet any gay guys at. After a few weeks I got up enough nerve to log on a gay web site for gay college students at the school I go to. One guy online told me about a gym that was about 45 minutes from were I live. He said it was kind of a gay hang out and that any guy you see get naked in the hot tube is probably gay and looking to hook up.
I decided that this may be my only chance to find out what it was like to be with another man. After working out in the gym for a few days, I met a very good looking guy named Mike. He was a couple of years older than me and very well built. We started talking and working out together. One day after a hard workout we headed to the locker room for a shower. While tring to sneak a peek at his cock in the shower, I noticed he had a small tatoo of a rainbow on his thigh. From taking to people online I had learned that this was a sign of someone being gay. Mike left the shower room and headed for the hot tube. I followed behind him and climbed in. I sat across from him and all I could think about was sucking his cock. I could feel my cock getting really had. I decided to make my move. I asked Mike if he minded if I moved over and sat beside him, he smiled and said that was fine. I stood up to wake over to where he was sitting in the hot tube and let my very hard 7 1/2 cock come out of the water. I saw Mike staring at it and could tell he was very interested in what he saw. I sat back beside him and laid my head back with my eyes closed. After a few minutes I felt Mike's hand close around my still hard cock. I did not open my eyes or say anything. Mike slowly started rubbing his hand up and down my cock. He would also move his hand down and play with my balls. Mike stood up with a very hard cock and said he had to leave. I was very disapointed until he asked me to meet him at his house tonight for a few drinks. I of course said yes.
Later that night I showed up at Mike's house with a 12 pack of beer. We drinked and talked for a while. After we both got a good buzz, Mike came out and asked me was I gay. I told him that I thought I was bi, and very attracted to him. He pulled out his cock and started jacking it. Mike told me if I really wanted to find out what it was like to suck a cock, this was my chance. We were both on the couch, I bent over and took hold of his thick hard cock. I started jerking in a little with my hand and could see the head getting wet with cum. I wrapped my lips around it and started moving my mouth up and down his cock. While I was doing this I could feel his hand reach down the back of my pants and his fingers started rubbing my ass hole. He asked me if I wanted to go to the bed room and I said yes.
In the bed room we both stripped down naked and laid on the bed. Mike took a couple of thick pillows and laid them on top of each other. At his request I laid face down with the pillows under my cock. My ass was up in the air and my legs were spread apart. Mike started massaging my ass cheeks and told me to relax. I felt his tongue start licking my asshole. I had never had anyone do this to me before and it was great. He reached into the night stand and pulled out some lube. Using his middle finger he started lubing up my asshole. I was really nervous about this, but did not want him to stop. While he was lubbing my asshole with one hand, he used the other to lube his cock. I felt him start rubbing the head of his cock against my asshole, then slowly start to penetrate. It did not hurt like I thought it would and as his cock slide in I coud feel my self getting really hard against the pillow. Mike started pumping his cock into my ass. Grabbing my hips he was pulling me into him. I felt myself fill up with his thick 8 inch cock.
He then pulled is cock out and told me to roll over. As I did he shot his cum all over my cock. After covering my cock with his cum he bent down and started sucking my did. with in seconds I shot my load into his mouth. That was the first time I was with Mike but there have been many others since!
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yiff-extreme | With a grumble, Xili threw away what had to be the seventh “supplement” in a row that failed to do anything but temporarily make her chest slightly sore; if only her wallet getting lighter was as permanent as those effects were, she wouldn’t be so unhappy about it. It was difficult not to let it get to her, especially after so long trying and failing to get any kind of results that didn’t wear off within a day. The closest she’d gotten was with the first batch, and everything else had been a downward slope since then; it made the cheetah wonder if her body was somehow developing some kind of resistance to all those untested chemicals she was putting into herself. She certainly hoped not, not until she saw some proper progress take hold of her! But it didn’t matter how hard she stared down at herself, or how much she pushed against her nearly-flat chest; nothing was happening to her, despite going several times above the maximum recommended dosage and just downing the entire pill bottle in one swig. At that point, she was more worried about the side effects printed on the suspiciously-handwritten label; something about hormonal imbalance and “cross-species contamination”, whatever that meant. Xili couldn’t quite make herself care; not like she was seeing any action that could “contaminate” her, and those supplements weren’t making it easier for her to remedy that. Defeated, the small cat threw herself onto her bed and let it bounce her body back up, just about the only bounce she had in her life. It hadn’t been easy, convincing herself to actually take those pills to begin with; much as she hated how little she was, the prospect of potentially clogging up her system and OD’ing on milk supplements that were barely, if at all, quality controlled wasn’t exactly what she had in mind when thinking about growing bigger. But the more the cheetah browsed the right forums and sought the right people to beg for scraps of information, the more she was certain that, if not necessarily safe, her choices could be made to be… less dangerous. So it was that, two or so weeks prior, the feline bought a whole batch of them from a private seller, and spent the intervening time testing them out one by one. First cautiously, then not-so-cautiously, then just throwing all sense of decency out the window and downing dozens of the pills at a time. And yet, it still didn’t work; not beyond a small size boost from being suddenly stuffed with more milk than she had ever produced (not necessarily a massive accomplishment, truth be told), one that vanished as soon as the effects wore off. And they always wore off. “Stupid tits,” she mumbled to herself, puffing her cheeks as she squeezed her breasts together, “why can’t you stay full?!”
It was well past the point where she would’ve thought talking to her bust was weird. Honestly, at that point, it was down to trying anything that might have the slimmest, most remote chance of working, even if it was literally commanding her body to grow. Hadn’t worked the past thousand times, but surely if she kept at it, it would happen eventually, no? Maybe if she told that to herself enough times, her body would start believing in the lie and work around it; it was worth a shot. Looking down at the small box the supplements came in, a dismayed Xili saw it was almost completely empty, save for one final packet shoved into a corner. It was an interesting contrast with the other packages, adorned as they had been with lurid imagery of giant, bouncing breasts with torrents of milk protruding from them. This final one was almost entirely grey, save for a small black rectangle on the front with the product information: “LACTOMAX GENERIS Take 2 per day, with meals. Do not take with alcohol. Do not take with similar supplements.” That was it. No “best by” date, no origin, no promises either written or drawn, just a grey box with a warning the cheetah was all-too happy to ignore. Ripping open the cheap cardboard and tallying up the contents, Xili counted a mere six tablets; though each one was significantly bigger than any individual one up until now, it was just the cherry on the disappointment shake that the very last hope she had rested on just over a handful of generic-looking pieces of solid powder. Xili barely even registered as she downed all of them in one go, somehow managing to power through the gag reflex and getting up to take a bath; maybe a refreshing ten minutes under some hot water would do her mind and body some good. Part of her hoped that some miracle would make itself known in the few steps between her bedroom and turning on the water, but nothing really came of it; just the familiar warmth of her overstressed milk glands being made to work futilely again, barely squeezing a drop of milk out of her without so much kneading and milking that she’d be left too sore to appreciate it. She sighed, hoping the hot water would wash away her worries until she could figure out a better solution to her problem. Turn the tap and get inside, all of her clothes having been discarded long ago to let her have a better view of her failure of an attempt; run your fingers across your frame, hoping to find some pleasure in the act, but receiving nothing but the constant reminder that it remained as unchanged as always. Xili sighed, bumping her head against the wall and taking a deep breath.
It was difficult to get to her. Even in the worst of times, she made an effort to try and see the best way out of any given conundrum, and if that wasn’t possible, at least attempt to remain cheerful about future prospects. But the constant inability for her to push her limits beyond what was already visible… it was difficult, to say the least. Finding the ray of sunshine in that storm was becoming increasingly harder, and the hot water wasn’t really helping. Exhaling heavily, Xili turned it off, then moved to leave the shower and towel herself dry. It wouldn’t be until halfway through the process that she noticed the warmth wasn’t really going away. Despite her fur being as dry as it could get without an hour underneath a blowdryer, the cheetah still felt an overwhelming feeling of fullness welling up inside of her, one that she didn’t quite recognize; even the first batch of supplements hadn’t made her feel that way, so it was hard to tell if it was an improvement, or her body about to reject the two different medications in the most direct way possible. But rather than nausea and an overturned stomach, Xili was beset by an odd feeling of comfort, the kind one experienced when snuggling up in a blanket during a cold winter’s night. The cheetah felt an inexplicable desire to snuggle up with herself, giving her body a tight hug just so she could bask in the absolute best thing she’d felt in months; most likely an intentional design decision by whoever had made those drugs, because the moment her arms wrapped around her chest was the same moment Xili realized said chest wasn’t really as dry as she thought it was. But it wasn’t water. Oh no. With a surprised yelp, the cheetah jumped in her spot once she figured out what it was: milk! She was actually lactating properly, without needing her own two hands to force the kitty cream out of her! There, right in front of her eyes, both of her swollen teats were clearly dripping with pearly white beads of her milky production, droplets of it falling onto the carpet below and leaving small stains on her fur whenever they dripped down. It was almost hypnotic, in that Xili was unable to yank her eyes away from the sight until it was too late, and the secondary effects kicked in; right there, right in front of her, her barely-there chest began to billow outwards, taking up more space on her torso than it ever had, even with the supplements before. Not just that, but the more they grew, the more her breasts seemed to make; what were droplets turned into small rivulets, then full-on streams of delicious cream pouring out of her and onto her chest and legs. Her breasts felt tighter than ever before, struggling to keep up with their newfound bounty as it was forced out of her, unable to find any room within. It almost felt like it was the milk itself that was driving her growth; Xili was all-but certain that the intensifying
pressure waves were coming in and crashing into her before her tits picked up in size, like they were simply trying to hold back the mighty currents and slowly failing. It was too much. She had to tell someone. Rushing back to her room, the cheetah scrambled to find her phone amidst the pile of unorganized debris that was her desk, nearly succeeding in doing so before it hit her. It was just enough to make her flinch, at least at first, but after she bent down to try and grab the mobile again, the impact had its second go at her. It felt like a hammer hitting her ribcage from within, like some great force was trying to burst out of her with every heartbeat. It wasn’t painful, though it had every right to be; instead, it was pure pressure, akin to a canister being filled too hard and threatening to explode at any moment. But where there should be fear or apprehension, there was only overwhelming happiness; it was finally happening, she was finally growing! All Xili could do was hope it didn’t revert back to what she used to be beforehand, but in the throes of pleasure as she was, even that was nothing more than a remote thought, smothered by the waves of pressurized milk streaming down her front. Every breath she took seemed to leave part of it inside of her chest, her perky breasts swelling further, growing heavier with delicious milk; the output was enough that, rather than simply dripping down the curvature of her bosom, the spouts of cream were being spurted a few inches away from her. It was almost too much, to be able to actually mimic some of the drawn models on the discarded packets of supplements, to see her own breasts swell and burgeon with newfound flesh. Xili had to pinch herself just to make sure she wasn’t sleeping, and with such bountiful new tits adorning her body, what better place to pinch than the two swollen milk spouts capping them off? The cheetah wasn’t sure if it had been a great idea or a terrible one, what with her mind blanking hard for the few seconds after she decided to bring her thumbs and index fingers to those milky teats; she might as well have had two cattle prods hooked up to her with how powerful that electric jolt was, arching her back in reflex and very nearly forcing the feline to her knees. She was left panting heavily, feeling like she’d just sprinted all the way to her body’s limit, and it wouldn’t be until that haze cleared up that the feline noticed she hadn’t even pinched properly yet; all of that had come purely from raising her fingers to her tender flesh, leaving her to wonder if it was truly a good idea to go where they wanted to. For a moment, her fingers hovered above her frame, having to slightly readjust themselves as her tits bloated another cup size. It was a difficult choice, knowing that if she went through with it, it was very likely that she’d only come to her senses some time later, slathered in her own
fluids after what could be hours of mindless pleasure. But it was just a moment. Just enough time for the cheetah’s animalistic side to reassert itself and impose its will on the whole of her body; why bother being sensible when all of this was already the end result of a dangerous cocktail of untested chemicals? Her fingers squeezed down on her nipples and immediately her mind ceased to exist in any identifiable form. She was adrift in a sea of pure sensations, no body to feel them upon, but a mind to be filled with them. In that blissful instant, Xili was no longer just a tiny, lithe cheetah that just happened to get lucky with a barely-marked package of supplements; she was Xili, the soon-to-be-busty and definitely milky kitten with a burning desire for more. Whenever she felt herself close to returning to reality, the cheetah would simply squeeze herself some more, sending her mind right back to the heights of passion where it belonged. She barely noticed how much milk was staining her fur and the floor beneath her, how her breasts had gone from perky to hand-filling and still kept going. With both hands busy pleasuring what had to be the most sensitive part of her, the entire growth process itself turned into little more than background noise, a tool to be used in her eternal quest for ever-increasing carnal delight. That is, of course, until she hit her peak; every body had its limit, and the poor cheetah found hers when a searing, lashing strike cut through the misty haze of lust and brought her thundering down to her soaking wet, quivering body, finding herself trembling not in fear, but from how much her body had to endure in those short few seconds. Having had plenty of experience running the hundred-yard dash at maximum limit, as was natural for someone of her kind, it was with absolute certainty that Xili could say none of that even came close to how wiped out she was feeling at that moment. Every ounce of strength had been groped and squeezed out of her, one milk spurt at a time, until all that was left was a mewling mess of a cheetah with the widest, goofiest broken grin smeared over her face. Both her hands were still cupping her breasts, in fact, seemingly unable to let go as they absentmindedly kneaded the two full orbs, drawing even more cream out of them and making an absolute mess out of her already-matted fur. It took some time, but Xili’s mind somehow meandered back to where her brain was, until she was seeing the same thing her eyes were and marvelling at it all the same. Her bountiful bosom had blossomed quite beautifully in the short period of time where she had experienced some kind of pleasure-derived enlightenment, almost to the point where she could genuinely call herself stacked. Not just that, but judging from the torrents of milk bursting out from both of those breasts, she still had plenty left to go before she dried out, implying that some of that size might even stick!
Content in her surmise, Xili dragged herself off the ground and onto a sitting position, letting the two weights drag her down and cover a significant portion of her chest while she stared at them with glinting eyes. It took most of her willpower to drag them away from such a beautiful sight, and the rest of it to get back on her feet; much as she was enjoying the experience, the cheetah would have to live in that house going forward still, and would rather minimize the amount of cleaning-up her little milky session would require. Gingerly stepping into the shower and gently leaning against the wall, Xili was left with a slight predicament: how to milk herself without falling into the same haze as back in her room. Left without much alternative, the cheetah resorted to very slowly pushing upwards into her milky orbs with both hands, hoping that would help her relieve some of the pressure without causing too much of a sensory overload. But the more she did so, the heavier the lifting became, and it didn’t take long until her eyes had gone from half-lidded to wide open with realization, once she was forced to confront the fact that, much as they were staining the showever walls as much as they had been the floor, her tits were not getting smaller. Quite the contrary, in fact. The more she milked them, the more those supply orbs seemed to swell with burgeoning production, refusing to empty out and instead deciding the best thing to do was make even more milk, even faster! It was honestly somewhat alarming, judging by how heavy and full they already were, but either she continued the fruitless exercise in a vain attempt to empty herself, or at least stymie the growth, or she’d just have to stand there and watch as her chest billowed forth with more mass than she ever could have dreamed of. And if that weren’t enough, the damn showerhead was going loose again! Poor Xili had it bonk against her head yet again… only that time, it didn’t fall onto the ground. In fact, the showerhead was still there, even after it fell onto her; confused as to how that could even happen, the cheetah looked up and very nearly jumped out of her own skin when she saw the ceiling was but a few inches away from her very eyes! Frantically looking around for explanations, Xili would find them after looking down past her bust; the ground was noticeably further away than she remembered it being, and seemed to be getting even more distant the more the cheetah kept looking! A faint groaning and a sudden surge of both power and that familiar sensation of fullness were all that were needed for her to understand just what kind of effect those drugs were having on her, and bit by bit, the desire for it all to turn back around began to fade into the background of her mind. Of course, that was before she was pushed off the wall by two tiny nubs erupting from her back. Xili wasn’t quite sure what those things were, even as they grew out and took up more and more room back there. But what she did know, was that she was eager to find out. |
yiff-extreme | In almost every single way, Ruth had everything she could ever possibly want. A stable job as the guardian of the underworld, a spacious house to live in thanks to said job paying her a hefty salary, a social circle that included more than just the damned, and a loving boyfriend of, by then, three months. Life was perfect for her in just about every way, and the cerberus dog was so immensely grateful for it that, at times, she felt like crying from how great everything turned out. There was, however, one thing that hadn’t yet come to fruition, one single aspect of her life that was still, unfortunately, lacking.
It was a well-kept secret, one that had never once slipped out from between her lips and into the outside world, nor had it ever been shared with anyone or anything outside of her computer’s browsing history: Ruth loved to eat. Be it the simplest of reheated noodles or the most sumptuous of feasts on occasion of a big-shot manager downstairs having their retirement party, she took it all and consumed it with such gusto as to, on occasion, scare people around her. Her love for food and gorging herself was so immense, not because of the three heads she carried around, but something deeper, something far more intrinsic to her personality: pure and simply, it aroused her. She would often daydream of some fantasy world in which she could throw away everything and just eat to her heart’s content, until her whole body was nothing but a jiggling tower of fat rolls and pudge that refused to hold still when slapped and had to be rolled from place to place if she wanted to move around. In fact, most of her private time browsing was spent looking for those exact same scenarios, and in her many years of indulging that particular kink, Ruth had amassed a truly spectacular gallery, acquired both perfectly legally and… not.
Unfortunately, she’d never had anyone who shared in that particular fetish. Plenty of boyfriends had come and gone over the years, but all of them had run the gamut between not even being told the kink was there to being informed and promptly shutting her down, with everything in between. Not a one had gone the extra mile to even as much as understand it or try to empathize with her, and plenty of seemingly stable relationships she’d had were broken up precisely because of this. Not a single one… until Clark. She first met him some five months prior during a work get-together celebrating one hundred years without a single escapee, and despite the two seemingly having nothing in common, they hit it off in a way neither could have predicted, with the relationship moving fast enough that, two months later, he was moving in with her and awkwardly asking his new partner to help bring things up the stairs; the perks of having a girlfriend that was five times larger than himself.
The couple was subject to a lot of workplace gossip, mostly related to the size difference and how much that would affect their bedroom hours; little did they know the diminutive Clark was more than able to hold his own and sometimes even lead the two! Despite being the smaller one, his nature as a tailor-made security guard in the lower rings made it so his unassuming physique belied a much higher power level than would immediately be evident; besides, he didn’t like to brag about what he did, so most people were somehow convinced he was a mid-level manager rather than one of the very few entrusted with protecting the worst of sinners imaginable. This alone accounted for most of the surprise Ruth felt when she began noticing a certain… pattern. A love for food and eating that the cerberus had never seen in anyone but herself, a couple of jokes and comments the big dog was convinced she’d heard before in a few select places and nowhere else, as well as what she swore were familiar visual pieces off the corner of her eyes before Clark changed whatever window he was currently browsing on his laptop.
All of it helped to embolden her towards breaking the question; she was utterly terrified of it regardless of any evidence she could find, given that her current boyfriend was an absolute jewel. She could see herself settling down and finally getting serious with him, so much so that, on occasion, the thought of starting a family glanced the edges of her mind just strongly enough that she blushed while shoving the idea away. For her to open up to him and receive yet another rejection would ruin her, enough that the cerberus doubted she’d ever be ready to love again; if Clark said no to her in the same way everyone else did, what hope did she have of ever finding anyone who would accept her for who she was?
Therefore, she thought, the best way to resolve that would be to start poking back and seeing how the smaller canine reacted. A couple of in-jokes here and there, bigger meals and obvious enjoyment, not-so-subtle comments on how this person or that was looking chubbier and how good they looked now, that sort of thing; it wasn’t the best, but then again, Ruth’s entire job was to sit in front of the underworld’s door and scare people off by snarling at them, so subtlety wasn’t really part of her repertoire. To his credit, though it was evidently clear that Clark caught on almost immediately, he kept playing the part and giving his partner room to work in comfortably, even going so far as to ask the questions that his role demanded that he pose, just so the cerberus could pretend things were going according to plan. This led to a rather odd situation whereby they both knew they were effectively propping up a facade that neither of them were even looking at, all while pretending it wasn’t there to begin with; Ruth in particular found this to be an immense relief, proof that at least Clark would try to understand her.
It all came to a head during one night where the three-headed dog spent a good hour preparing an extra-large dinner. The door to the kitchen was kept closed so that her boyfriend wouldn’t hear her three heads arguing amongst themselves over what the best way to approach the subject would be; while being able to draw on a trio of brains to resolve tasks was usually a boon, being beset by doubt and anxiety on all three only helped to heighten the stress and nervousness she was feeling, especially given how none of her heads seemed to have any real answer to her problem. Debating didn’t work either, and by the end, she was left with one way out: blurting it out in the middle of a period of silence.
It was inelegant, it was horribly out of place, and yet it was the only way it would ever happen. The two of them were happily chewing down on some pot roast and enjoying what was, by all means, some very wonderful cooking, when all three of Ruth’s mouths opened at the same time and let loose the fateful question:
“So what do you think about weight gain?”
Clark’s forked stopped halfway to his mouth for a few seconds, before the smaller canine put it down and looked straight up. That smile on his face was so wide it threatened to leave his head completely, and while it was nothing if not warm and genuine, Ruth couldn’t help but feel her cheeks burning up from embarrassment. His answer didn’t help either.
“What do you mean, weight gain?”
He knew exactly what she meant. He knew it from the very start and had strung her along, knowing it would come down to that, knowing the cerberus wouldn’t be able to formulate the question properly and would fumble the revelation so hard that it would turn into some sort of performance art. That grin quickly went from inviting to teasing, with the true marvel being how much a simple gesture such as that could cow a massive, towering hellhound like Ruth so much that she couldn’t even bring herself to look at him. So many ways to answer, and yet none of them would help dig her out of that mess.
“Y-you know, that thing where…” she tried to explain, her central and left head going silent while the right one (as usual) was left to do the talking, “W-where one person, like, eats a lot and then they get fat. You know, like, right there, not over time, like if I was… y-you know what I mean, right?”
She wasn’t asking. She was pleading. And as much of a sweetheart as Clark was, they both knew he relished the few opportunities he had to tease her far too much to let go of one like that. At least it made her feel a lot more relieved; her partner was fine with her kink… perhaps a bit too fine if that smirk was any indication. The two remained silent, sizing one another up while Ruth tried to hold on to whatever was left of her own decency just to avoid breaking down completely and making her desires explicit; Clark, meanwhile, was having far too much fun with it all, and would’ve leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms if he didn’t know that would come off as too callous and manipulative even for him. Thus, the two engaged in a continuous staring contest, with the large cerberus slowly, but surely, seeing her resistance falter.
The straw that broke the camel’s back was when the smaller canine brought a hand to his plate and, with a single finger, pushed it forwards towards his partner before declaring “You can have it, I’m sure you’d love it”, triggering something in between a panic attack and a moaning fit in the larger dog, who had to bring both hands to her mouth just to stop herself from sounding even more undignified than she already did; a difficult accomplishment, seeing as they were both very much aware of what she was all about. Clark began chuckling, Ruth began whining quietly, and it all ended when her boyfriend got up and walked around the table, offering a tight hug on one of her legs.
“Honey, I’ve known for weeks now,” he stated, “you do realize that your internet search history affects autocompletion, right?”
And there it was. In an instant, the cerberus’ cheeks were somewhere beyond crimson and right past neon red, even her low squeaking vanishing into the pit growing inside of her. If Ruth could curl up in a corner and pretend that day didn’t happen, she would’ve done just that and not looked back even once… right after raiding the fridge and taking whatever she could hold in her arms along with her. As it stood though, the initial shock and embarrassment were quick to melt away underneath the soft embrace of her smaller partner, who refused to let go until he was certain that his three-headed girlfriend had recovered from what he could only assume was a very difficult confession. It made her feel oddly comfortable, even if the gesture didn’t do much at all; the size difference ensured that she could very easily throw him off just by shaking her leg once… but she didn’t want to. Not after being accepted like that.
It still took a few minutes before Ruth calmed down enough to be able to think coherent thoughts again, and even then a couple more before she was ready to start forming sentences in any meaningful way. Trying to do so still resulted in her voice being so shaky that it was barely understandable, but a few gestures towards the fridge and the food on the table made it obvious what she wanted to tell her partner, who nodded along and pretended to understand every malformed word and stuttered expression, sometimes offering a “Mhmm” down the middle. Once they both agreed Ruth was done, he spoke up again, only deepening the shade of red on the cerberus’ face.
“You know, if you wanted to binge a little, all you had to do was ask; I knew a couple of people who work for the logistics department, I can help you buy some food in bulk if you’d like!”
Ruth wanted to say yes so much that only the first letter came out before it degenerated into a squeal, resulting in a very embarrassed big dog trying her best to keep her composure while fanning an increasingly sweaty set of faces. It was almost impressive how all three of her heads failed to get any words out, but at least her thoughts were obvious to anyone watching; so much so that Clark, still holding back laughter, told her he’d “handle it” and she needn’t worry about it. All that was required of her was to keep going to work and act like everything was normal, and “soon enough” she’d be coming home to a big surprise.
The days that followed were filled with equal parts excitement and paranoia, as Ruth saw just about everything as a sign that her soon-to-be-hubby was about to drop something onto her lap, only to be disappointed right afterwards. She couldn’t help but feel at least some of those occasions were deliberate fake-outs, meant to keep her on edge and waiting for when this surprise would spring itself out of nowhere. The cerberus made sure to check whenever her and Clark’s days off didn’t coincide, just so she could spend her whole shift giggling and fantasizing about what would be waiting for her back home; every time she came out of it empty-handed, apart from her partner giving her a sly little smile and a guarantee that “it” was arriving “soon”. Truth be told, Ruth had all but given up on that “it”, whatever it was, showing its ugly face any time in the near future, until roughly a month after her confession she came back home to a rather odd and somewhat alarming sight.
There was a throng of sharply dressed individuals entering and leaving her apartment building, so many of them in the same colours and design that it had to be some sort of uniform. A group of vans were parked outside, filled with cardboard boxes and metal containers that were being transported into the building proper by groups of workers at a time. The smell of delicious food wafted through the air, Ruth’s three sharp noses detecting everything from entrées to multitudes of main dishes and even dozens of different desserts; the possibilities were not endless there, it was incredibly obvious what was going on, and the cerberus could barely contain her enthusiasm when she excused herself after wading into the crowd, hoping to catch Clark somewhere where she could give him three big slobbery kisses.
She would find him in their living room, and while normally the next thing to happen would’ve been her leaping onto him and spending a good hour or so letting him do whatever he wanted to her, his environs made that a risky proposition. The room itself was stuffed full of tables, neatly arranged in a grid pattern, all of them covered in white tablecloths; these were only visible as they were draped off the sides, for there wasn’t even a single inch of their surface left empty. Instead, what she saw was an endless sea of dishes of all shapes, sizes and tastes, any and every meal she could possibly ever imagine displayed in a beautiful arrangement that combined visual art and gastronomy in ways Ruth had never thought possible. It’d be an understatement to say she was salivating; more appropriate would be to point out that anyone foolish enough to be caught underneath her would end up getting showered in drool from the extremely happy pupper, whose tail was wagging so quickly it threatened to throw several people onto their ass just from the wind alone!
“Oh my god, Claaaaaaark!” she shouted, having to fight against herself not to run forward anyway, “I can’t believe this, you bitch, why?!”
“Because I love you and you deserve everything here and a lot more,” he replied, his words enough to bring tears to Ruth’s eyes, “which is why the catering company is holding most of the stuff downstairs still, they’re waiting for me to give the go-ahead.”
“... w-wait, are you saying…”
“This is all for you, hun. Every last bite.”
The cerberus wanted to shout at the top of her lungs, and indeed a sound did escape, though it was far closer to a squeak than anything. Having to curb her enthusiasm at every step of the way, Ruth squeezed in between the tables and grabbed her boyfriend with a single hand, bringing him to her chest and absolutely covering his face with as many smooches as physically possible. If, by some miracle, she was still mobile after the feast she was about to partake, then the two of them were going to spend several sleeping hours doing everything but sleeping; hell, even if she wasn’t able to move then they could still do so anyway. In fact, just the thought of getting frisky with Clark after turning into the pudgy ball of fat of her dreams was enough to get her legs quivering and knees shaking, not to mention her nethers all hot and slippery.
But that was for later, after she was done cleaning out all of those tables. In that moment, she was one with her inner glutton, and nothing else mattered. Clark had arranged for that banquet just for her, therefore it wouldn’t only be a waste not to eat everything, it’d be an insult to him! And if there was one thing Ruth wasn’t about to do, it was insult the love of her life.
Another series of smooches were provided before Ruth put him back on the ground, right before sitting right there in the middle herself.
It was time to eat. |
nifty | Shay's Seduction....
October came and went and Kenny left for the basic training. George was still in the process of discovering his sexuality and not that adventuresome, so sex between us remained j/o sessions. I missed Kenny because he and I had traveled far and wide in our quest for mutual sexual satisfaction. As the next year passed George became a less frequent visitor at my house. He began to spend more and more time with his druggie friends. Without Kenny and George around Shay began to spend more time at my house. He had graduated that spring and his parents had gotten a divorce. His mother moved away and his father was now planning to move back east. Shay found a job with a local grocery chain, and started living at my house as he could not stand his father's new live-in girlfriend. It was great just having him around. He had a great happy go lucky personality and could not do enough around the house to please me since he had stated living there. For me it was just nice to be able to see him daily, his long blond hair, tocky V-shaped body going into the bathroom in his briefs and coming out with his hair wet and only a towel on. He was about 6' tall with broad shoulders, no hair on his chest, his chest tapered down to a 30" waist and a beautiful bubble butt. Throw in a great smile (he was always smiling) and you have one gorgeous young stud. His manner of dress was always a turn on like tight faded 501's, sweats with no underware, or shorts and a tank top. Girls were forever trying to pickup on him, but he seemed to show little or no interest in them. The longer we were housemates the closer we seemed to become. Shay could not seem to do enough for me. He would wash my car, do my laundry and clean and cook. He remembered father's day and my birthday with cards and gifts. The only negative was that he would often go out with his male buddies and drink a lot of beer, but never to the point that he caused me any problem. The positive side of that was that occasionally he would bring other young guys over and that would provide some new sceanery for me. In fact he brought a friend named Cody over a couple of times, what a hunk he was, but that is another story that did not surface again to another 6 years. One of Shay's friends was getting married and Shay went to a bachelor party one Saturday night. He returned home around 11pm feeling pretty good after drinking a few beers. He had the remainder of a 12 pack with him and a video tape. I was wathching an old movie on TV and Shay got us both a beer and watched the rest of the movie with me. After the movie I asked him how the party was and he said great. I asked him why he was home so early and he said the group had decided to go to a topless bar and he did not want to go. We talked for a while and then Shay asked me if I would like to wathch the video they had watched at the party. I said sure. He put it on and we both sat down on the couch to watch it. It was hard core porn and was obviously a home made tape made by copying segements of several commerical porn films. The first segment was a straight sex, male - female, sucky fucky show. Then to my supprise the next piece was a gay segment with two young guys getting it on. Shay became very restless during this portion and was for sure getting aroused. The next part was two women, and during this part Shay went into the bedroom and put on a pair of cutoff sweats. He returned just as another part with three guys in it started. I then realized that it was the gay parts that were turning Shay on. He got up and went to get us both another beer and I could see the hardon he had a mile away as the front of his sweats looked like a pup tent. Shortly after he sat back down the tape ended. He asked if I wanted to watch some of the tape again and I said why not. He got up and went over to the VCR and started rewinding the tape. While he was standing there with his back to me, in his sweats, I could see the crack of his bubble butt. I now realized he was trying to tell me something and I shook in anticipation. He had set the tape back to the part with the two guys again, and he stood in front to the TV for a few moments wathing it. Then he walked back toward me, with that barely contained erection standing tall, but instead of returning to the other end of the couch, he walked up and stood right in front of me. Now his toes were touching mine, and his giant hardon was pointed right at my nose only a few inches away. God, how I wanted to just reach up and jerk those sweats down. I mumbled something about do you realize what you are doing to me and he replied "Yes, so". I reached up and put both my hands on the sides of his trip waist and he shuddered. I then took my right hand and rubbed the tip of his dick with the back of my fingers through his sweats. I instant I did a wet spot of precum appeared on the front of his sweats. I looked up and his eyes were closed and he had a smile on his face. I could no longer resist and I reached up took the waist band of his sweats in both hands and pulled them down around his ankles. For the first time there was his beautiful cock right in front of my face. If was thicker than I expected, every bit of 7", straight and tall and perfectly cut. The shaft was swollen slightly larger than the head and looked like it was just made to slide into something or somebody. His ball were large and drawn tight and solid, his pubic hair was prue blond and lighter than the hair on his head. The sight of him and the musky smell almost made me cum in my pants right then.. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck him off while rubbing his balls. After a minute or two of me sucking and Shay gently pumping he pulled away from me. He looked down at me and said this really feel good, but I want to do it together so lets go into your bedroom. This would be the first time Shay had ever slept in my bed. I went to the bathroom and undressed to my briefs. When I entered my bedroom Shay was sitting on the side of my bed and I walked up to him and stood as he had to me. He looked at my hardon through my shorts and then pulled them down and began sucking me off. We fell onto the bead and began sucking each other until we had both shot giant loads down each others throat. Later that night we both fucked each others virgin asses. That night was the beginning of five years of Shay and I living together and being lovers.... Kenny would return from time to time and I would stray for a night.... and Cody would replace Shay years later......... Kenny's Friend |
nifty | In my early adolescent years, at age 12, I first discovered the joys of masturbation. Ever since I have enjoyed this solitary pursuit of self pleasure. As I masturbate I usually envision all manner of sexual fantasies, and imagine myself in a variety of scenarios like......being molested and raped by older boys or an older girl, being seduced as an young alter boy by a priest, asked to my scoutmaster's tent for my group initiation with all the staff, given a sex lecture & demonstration by a friend's mother or father, molested by a friend's uncle on a camping trip, raped in a prison or concentration camp, forced into sexual slavery as a young boy, hitting on a younger neighbor boy, forced into sex by a coach in the shower, etc, etc. I never lacked for ideas.
Throughout my teen years I became a compulsive masturbator, which continues on to this day, but to a lesser extent as I grew older, and discovered the joys of m2m sex. As a kid I became very good at entertaining myself, jacking off to all of the fantasies mentioned above, and many more, as I would jack off. I never had intercourse with a girl until college, and never participated in m2m sex until my late 20's. I was definitely a late bloomer. But that didn't stop me from my solitary pleasure. I used to ejaculate into panties that I had stolen from girls I knew in the neighborhood, and over the course of many weeks the cotton would become crusty and yellowed with dozens and dozens of youthful spermloads poured into them. After months of cum being spurted into these panties, they'd almost stand up by themselves ... and smelled great as I would sniff and lick my own dried cum during my next jack off session. Occasionally I would succumb to feelings of guilt, thinking I might be mentally weird, and I would refrain for a week or so ... but my incredibly strong and persistant libido would eventually get the best of me, and I'd return to old habits and desires.
I'm in my 60's now, and I'm fortunate to have a number of very nice male sex partners that I enjoy very much. One in particular is quite special....my friend Scotty. He and I live at opposite ends of the state and we see each other only a few times a year. But when we do it's gangbusters. Our last get together was so memorable that it compelled me to sit down and write this account of this final encounter in his hotel room.
I called his room the morning he was to depart, and he said that he was waiting for me. We chatted for awhile, and I started sharing with him a description of my early sexual beginnings as an adolescent, my compulsiveness as a masturbator, and how much I enjoyed fantasy and role playing. He said it was ironic as I had just described him at that age. He said that it would be a big turn on for him to act out one of my favorite fantasies with me that morning. I told him that I had a scoutmaster named Gary (true), who was reputed to enjoy young boys occasionally. This had been hearsay for years, but I had never personally been approached by him.....and never was. The whole subject was very hush hush, and I was never really sure if it was true of not. Anyway, I told Scotty that one of my frequent jack off fantasies from age 13 on, was that I would be asked to come to Gary's tent late one summer night at camp, and participate in a "rite of passage" to become one of the camp staff the following summer. Scotty was to be Gary, and seduce me as a 14yo camper. He loved the idea.
When I arrived at his hotel room door, I was greeted at the door as young Billy, with Scotty's usual smile and hug, and an offer of fresh juice and rolls, which he had in his hotel suite.
Scotty kept in character as Gary the scoutmaster....and all of a sudden, I was mentally taken back almost 50 years as a 14yo boy scout at summer camp. Gary/Scotty had on only a t-shirt and I could see the tip of his penis peeking out below the bottom, but didn't say anything. He said that the assistant leader, Lenny, would be by shortly (actually another mutual friend - Robert was coming by about that time, and Scotty had told him about our role playing scenario). I stood, and Gary sat down in a chair in front of me, and told me that this was a yearly ritual wherein selected 14yo Explorer boys are interviewed and initiated to the inner circle, then to become one of the counselors. He said that there was a physical side of this honor, and that he would have to check me out to ensure that I was equipped to fulfill expected duties. He gave me a lecture on boyhood hormones, sexual desires, puberty, masturbation, the need for absolute discretion, and other related subjects. In his excitment I could see his penis starting to grow erect and protrude further beneath his t-shirt....a good indicator of what was to come.
He started by reaching out and stroking the front of my courderoy pants, then running his hand over my fly and patting my penis beneath. I was already semi-erect with anticipation, so my protruding package instantly responded to his touch.
Gary commented, "I see that you're enjoying this Billy. Do you want me to continue?"
"Yes sir, please do. And yes, I assure you I'm enjoying it."
He asked, "How often do you masturbate young man?"
I replied, "At least twice a day, sometimes more."
"Have you ever been masturbated or sucked off by another boy?"
"No sir, but I think about it a lot. I think I'd like it....I'm just afraid to approach anyone"
"How long have you been masturbating?"
"Since my first year in the troop, when I stole a pair of Laurie Brody's underpants and got so excited that I jacked off into them. That's the first time anything ever shot out of my dick."
"So you like mastutrbating into girl's underpants? There's nothing unhealthy about that. How would you like for me to masturbate you tonight? Would you be embarrassed?"
"No sir. Wow....I think I would really enjoy that."
"Are you surprised that I'm asking all these questions, and proposing such things?"
"No sir. Some of the older boys told me about this when they knew I was coming here."
"So you're comfortable with having sex with me, and even Lenny?"
"Yes sir, that's what I was hoping would happen. I'm a little nervous tho....this is my first time. And I've been jacking off for days just thinking about tonight."
"Okay, Im satisfied. I guess we can proceed with your initiation young man"
With that Gary dropped to his knees, reached up and unfastened my belt buckle, and unzipped my pants. He slowly slid them to the floor, and I stepped out of them. Gary took off my shoes and sox. Then he unbuttoned my shirt and removed it, and took off my t-shirt. I was standing in front of him in just my pristine white cotton Calvin Klein underpants. My rising young penis was bluging beneath the cotton. He was visibly excited at this sight, and lightly stroked the bulge with his palm, with a soft humm.
"Very nice Billy. I think you're going to do just fine on our staff."
He reached into the leg opening of my underpants and cupped my balls then his finger ran up and down the sensitive underside of my now-fully-erect young penis. It twitched at the touch, and Gary liked that. He ran both his hands down the back of my briefs and fondled my ass, letting one finger linger on my anus. I moaned softly in pleasure. Now he had both hands roaming inside my underpants, tittilating my balls, my asshole, my rock-hard penis, and I was starting to squirm a little in my pleasureable response to his fondling.
Gary slowly slid my tented underpants down my thighs until the elastic band slid past my penis, which was bent down beneath the cotton. As he pulled, my stiff penis sprang upward, and Gary coo'd at the sight of this virgin adolescent cock before him, bobbing straight out and stiff as a stick, with its nice pink circumcised head. I stepped out of my briefs and spread my legs a little to give him better access. He ran his hands under my crotch, slowly stroked my penis, and again tickled my asshole. His cock was now erect, dripping pre-cum liquid, standing straight out, and Gary removed his t-shirt.
"Let's play with each other for awhile....does that sound okay?"
Emboldened by his suggestion, I reached out and touched his hard 7" penis........which is the first cock I had ever touched other that my own. I'd never seen an adult male in full erection before, and the sight almost took my breath away. Gary was beautiful.
"Let me lay down on the bed, and you can examine me more closely, if you'd like Billy."
I nodded, and he did so, then spread his legs wide, exposing his balls and asshole. I ran my young hands up and down on his cock, around his hairy balls, and over his asshole, as I examined him in total fascination. Gary groaned with delight. It was quite exciting for a 14yo kid to be able to touch and fondle a grown man's genitalia like this. His cock twitched and jumped every time I touched it.
"Do you ever jack off Gary?", I asked.
"You bet I do. And it feels just as good at age 50 as it did when I was 14 like you. Billy, every man and boy jacks off whether they care to admit it or not....probably even your dad."
"Wow, do you really think so? Will I get to see you shoot your sperm tonight?"
"Well, before the night is thru, you'll probably have your opportunity."
"Okay young man, let's switch positions. I'd like to check you out your equipment."
He rose, naked, from the bed, then gently laid me down. Gary spread my legs and closely examined my cock and balls, opened my tiny piss slit, then my spread asshole. Before I realized what he was doing, he bent forward and took my penis in his mouth and started bobbing up and down. God, it felt wonderful!!! I couldn't believe it.....I was actually getting my first blow job. I'd heard of a blow job, but had only fantasized about it when I masturbated. And here, my own scoutmaster, who I loved and adored, was sucking me off. He ran his tongue up and down my penis, then over my balls, then back up my cock, then down to my asshole. I was amazed when he actually flicked his tongue up my butt hole. But the feeling was incredible. Luckily I had bathed and my hole was clean. This went on for a good ten minutes as I moaned a writhed spread eagle on the bed, completely naked.
"So Billy, how do you like getting a blow job and an nice ass reaming?"
"My God sir, it's incredible... better than I ever imagined. Keep doing it."
And he did just that for another ten minutes, giving me a tongue bath in every orifice. He asked me to tell him if I was getting close to cumming. He said that once most boys ejaculate, they tend to lose their sexual desire, and he wanted to prolong our activities quite a bit longer, especially with Lenny arriving soon. I had to ask him to back off twice in the next few minutes because I could feel that familiar feeling approaching.
"Would you like to do that to me Billy?"
"Gee, I don't know......b-b-but maybe I could try."
I rose from the bed, sank to my knees, and he stood in front of me with his huge penis sticking straight out. Damn it was big, and I just couldn't take my eyes off it. It seemed perfectly natural to just bend forward and put my lips around his dick. It was kind of strange at first, but then instinct took over, and my mouth began sliding up and down on Gary's cock like a pro. I could taste the droplets of seeping fluid at the tip of his tiny slit as I ran my tongue into it. It was kind of salty, just like my own cum. Gary's penis was just like mine, only a lot bigger and his hanging balls were much hairier. I cupped his balls as I sucked his dick. I was suddenly in heaven! I couldn't believe that I was actually giving my first blow job....and I found it quite arousing.
Just then there was a knock on the door - Lenny had arrived. Gary told me to lie spread wide on the bed, and slowly masturbate so that Lenny could appreciate the full impact of what he was about to see. I did this gladly. Lenny was the senior counselor, about 19 years old - very athletic, with a swimmers build, curly blonde hair, and gorgeous. Lenny entered (actually our friend Robert). When he glanced over at me, he stopped dead in his tracks, blew out his breath, and said............
"Wow, just lookie at young Billy jackin' off!!" I can see you two have been busy. Billy, you're one beautiful boy! And look at that great looking cock. Can I help with that?"
His clothes literally flew off his body, and in an instant he was down to his underpants, and his penis was starting to tent the front just as mine had done earlier. He knelt by the side on the bed, and extended his right hand to cover mine. Then he removed it, took a bottle of KY lube and poured it on the tip of my penis. I stopped stroking in anticipation to what he was going to do. Then he took over and started masturbating me.
"This, young man, is what's called a handjob. Like it? Hey Gary , Billy has the perfect sized penis for this. Look how easily my hand fits, and slides up and down."
Gary responded, "You ought to try your mouth Lenny...he seems to like that even more."
That's all it took for Lenny to drop his underpants, crawl in-between my legs and lower his mouth onto my slippery erection. The warm mouth over the lubricated penis was an erotic combination that almost made me almost cum right then and there. I quickly gasped that I was about to cum, and Lenny backed off. Gary, in the meantime, had produced a life-like rubber dildo, and suggested that they might try that up my ass to see how I liked it. They had me get got on all fours, and Gary run two fingers up my hole with some KY to loosen me up. Lenny, slid beneath me into the 69 position, and took my cock in his mouth again.
"Okay Billy, just relax. This may hurt a bit at first, but that'll go away. I'll go slow. Just let me know if I'm hurting you - okay? Most of the boys have really loved this."
I nodded, and Gary very slowly introduced the slippery dildo up my asshole. He was right, it did hurt a little at first, but that subsided with his patient pacing Pretty soon the six inch penis-like dildo was all the way inside me. Gary started sliding it in and out in time with Lenny's sucking below. Then I noticed that Lenny's erect cock, was jutting straight up right in front of me, just begging to be sucked. I lowered my head and took his dick in my mouth...again, seemed only natural, and it felt great. His penis was a little smaller than Gary's, but equally responsive. After a few minutes of the dildo plowing my anal passage, Gary withdrew it, and said....
"Okay Billy Boy, it's time for the real thing. Now that you're all loosened up, I am going to fuck you in the ass myself......is that alright with you?"
"Gee Gary, I dunno. You're dick is awlfully big. Will it hurt?"
"Doubt it, especially after you've done so well, and adjusted to that dildo. Your asshole is stretched pretty well. Let's try it, and if you tell me if it hurts too much, tell me tol pull out"
I braced for Gary's penetration up my virgin hole, but his cock slid in just as easily and painlessly as the dildo before it.....a little tighter. But, knowing it Gary's real pulsing penis inside me, I found the feeling divine. I imagined I was a Laurie Brody, with her underpants around her ankles, and it was me fucking her asshole. Gary quickened his pace, and pretty soon his hard cock was pistoning in and out of my hole with nice ryhthmic strokes......and the feeling of being fucked, at last, was euphoric, especially with Lenny's mouth around my cock, and his cock in my mouth.......all at the same time.
Lenny moaned loudly and exclaimed, "This is an awesome view Billy....I can look up and see Gary's glistening cock sliding in and out of your asshole right behind your bouncing balls, as I suck your beautiful cock, and you suck mine. It doesn't get any better than this."
I had always dreamed about what it would be like to be fucked by another boy, and now it was happening.....and by my own beloved scoutmaster even. And it felt wonderful. This was truly everything I'd hoped for. We went along in these positions until I announced that I was about to cum.....then they decided to break off for a brief rest before consummating the evening with three pent-up orgasms.
We sat around naked, each of us still sporting our throbbing erections, and discussed our preferences and turn ons. Lenny's dick was almost as big as Gary's but a lot thinner, and it curved downward. Gary asked my if I'd ever eaten my own cum, and I confessed that I did it all the time after I jacked off upside down and ejaculated into my own mouth.
"Do you like the taste of cum?"
"You bet...and it's gotten so it's my favorite way to jack off now. I like to sneak off into the woods, take off all my clothes, and masturbate surrounded by nature, and when I feel my climax coming, I hunker upside down up against a tree or boulder, then I shoot my load down into my mouth and face, and eat my own cum. It's really more fun that way."
Gary looked at Lenny, then at me, and asked, "How'd you like to taste our cum tonight?"
"I don't know. I never thought about it, but I'll bet it would be fun.....okay I'll try it. It'll be interesting to see if it tastes the same as mine. Do you think it will?"
"Well, we'll find out, and you can tell us if it does Billy."
They laid me back down on the bed, spread wide, with my head hanging over the foot. Gary crawled between my legs, and Lenny stood on the floor in front of my face. Then Gary started sucking me off again, and doing magic with his tongue up and down my shaft, around my balls, and into my asshole. Lenny shoved his hard cock between my lips and started fucking my mouth in rhythm with Gary. After a few minutes to this, Gary spoke.
"Okay Billy, we want you cum first......and do it in my mouth. Tell us when you're ready to shoot young man.....okay? I want to taste your boy cum when you're ready."
It didn't take long for the floodgates to open, and I quickly experienced one of the stronger orgasms I've ever felt. I must have spurted a gallon of sperm into Gary's mouth as I humped up into his face with every spurt. God it was intense!! When I finally came to my senses, Gary had climbed off the bed, walked around next to Lenny, and leaned over me with his cheeks bulging, and mumbled that he was going to give me my own cum back......
Before he did that, he placed his mouth close to Lenny's, I watched with fascination, as the entire volume of my semen poured from Gary's mouth into my Lenny's. The two of them swirled the semen around their their mouths as they French kissed.
"Okay Billy, open your mouth to taste your first load of fresh cum.....your own"
They both leaned down and each kissed me, with my own cum pouring from each of their mouths into mine. I savored the welcome taste, then swallowed it down. Talk about an evening of fabulous firsts.....and it was juct beginning.
"Alright Lenny, time to add our sperm to Billy's."
Lenny reinserted his penis in my mouth, and pumped in and out, as Gary masturbated himself next to him, awaiting his turn. I could tell that Lenny was getting close to orgasm because his mouth humping started to become more and more frenzied. Then he pulled out, stroked his cock a few times. He told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I awaited my first taste of another boy's cum. Lenny grunted loudly, and we all watched as his first squirt of jizm ejaculated onto my cheek, then my tongue, then my nose, then finally back into my mouth.....it just kept coming and coming. I was licking my lips and swallowing as fast as I could. I was ao enthralled with the moment, that I was jacking off again, even tho I had just cum a few minutes before.
When Lenny withdrew, and I had a wonderful upview of Gary as he started masturbating faster. And as he did he leaned down and licked Lenny's sperm off my face, then deposited it in my mouth with another sloppy kiss. Then he inserted his hard cock in my mouth and mouthfucked me for a few strokes before announcing,
"Okay boys, here it comes. I'm gonna cum now.....get ready Billy!!"
I opened my mouth, extended my tongue, and prepared for the second cum blast. It came almost immediately. Gary rubbed his spurting cock all over my face as he ejaculated until his warm pearly white sperm completely covered my face. He shot the final few spurts in my mouth so I could enjoy the taste. When he was thru shooting, they both leaned down and started licking my face, pushing the cum with their tongues into my mouth. Thoughout all this, I kept jacking off. Just as they finished their erotic task, I arched off the bed and I came again. They watched my second cumload shoot straight up in the air and land on my stomach, cock and balls in a white pool. They were on it in an instant with their tongues, and licked me clean.
Then the two of them collapsed on the bed, and lay on either side of me, exhausted. We all just laid there for a good fifteen minutes not speaking, as we recovered and caught our breath. Eventually, we all came down from our respective states of euphoria.
Gary finally said, "Young man...You have to be the finest recruit we've had in years. You are one horny young puppy, and we love you. Welcome to the fold Billy!!!!" |
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